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sinswithpleasure · 7 months

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Bucket List Interlude—Workout Five.8

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You know you've made it when you're writing a chapter of the series you're a fan of. Collaboration between @co-reborn and me for a little side-piece of the Bucket List universe.

6 is still in draft hell.

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[Im Squirtle has sent a message:]

Are you going to run tmr morning?

[Pervert has sent a message:]

Yea, why?

[Im Squirtle has sent a message:]

I don’t want to run tomorrow morning. Let’s go to the gym instead.

How does 6am sound?

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You’re glad that the university gym is now open 24 hours since you can now head there earlier to avoid the morning crowd. Not a single soul is present, including the girl that called you there.

While you’re satisfied with spending any time with the bubbly girl, you also have an inkling of what to expect with her—not that you don’t welcome it of course. When you initially saw her invitation the night before, your mind wandered off to the previous time when she joined you for the morning run, when she walked around the track topless and subsequently, naked, when she joined you in the men’s bathroom to fuck.

You’re hyper focused on your workout that you don’t notice you’re no longer alone in the gym. Your earbud is plugged out and you’re met with a radiant Nayeon in her gym attire. It’s different from the white crop top and blue jogging pants from the running session. Instead, she’s in a white sports bra and tight running shorts. Her tits are pushed together perfectly that accentuates her cleavage and the shorts expose her luscious thighs for all to see.

“Looking good, pervert.”

You're simply catching your breath from the exercises, definitely not speechless, definitely not spending a little too much time staring at Nayeon's perfect body. She smirks when she notices your gaze.

"Me too, I know."

She turns and walks away with a sway in her hips and gets to her own set of exercises, leaving you a flustered mess at the corner of the room. It takes a moment for you to regain your composure, and even then, your body doesn’t obey your thoughts. No longer able to concentrate, you find yourself half-assing your sets while you admire Nayeon’s ass from across the room through the mirror.

"Quit looking, pervert." Her grin promises she means no malice. "Either quit looking and focus, or you can come over and do something about it.

"Your call." She grins. "Daddy."

Your eyes peel away from the mirror and shift down at the dumbbells set on the floor. Your tank top joins them, then your gym shorts. You take a page off her book and strip down to your underwear, a visible tent forming already. However, your resistance doesn't crumple as easily as she thinks, and you pick up the dumbbells to do some curls.

Nayeon stares at your toned body before she attempts to return to working out. However, as much as she tries, she still can’t keep her eyes off you. Why couldn’t you just jump at the invitation, bend her over and take her there and then? It's now a test of discipline and endurance and who breaks who first. Her movements noticeably slows down and she’s barely getting any exercise done as she spends more effort resisting the urge to beg for you.

"Are you alright, baby girl? You seem to be... struggling over there."

"O-Of course I am, pervert! I think it's you that isn't alright!" She says that, but her actions prove otherwise. Her fingers toy with the hem of her bra and the waistline of her shorts. "I-I'm not stripping for you! It's just a little hot in the gym, that's all!"

You watch her drop her shorts to the floor and openly display her panties for you to ogle. It’s surprising she even wore them to begin with. However, what isn't surprising is the visible soaked spot on the thin cloth—Nayeon's always been easy to arouse.

While you continue to work out in your underwear, the distance between you two grows shorter. Nayeon silently moves closer and closer towards you, the heat between her thighs beckoning her closer to her desires. It's clear she's going to be the first to crack, so you try to push her even further. You quietly rid yourself of your last article of clothing and your aching shaft is now exposed for Nayeon to see.

You hear an audible gasp from the other side of the gym moments later. A flustered Nayeon fanning herself and alternating between staring at your naked body and looking away greets your eyes. She’s unsure about her next actions—does she go closer to you, or does she continue working out?

As the mind stumbles, the heart answers. Nayeon has already divested herself of her bra, and her panties are now ruined. Before she realises, the exercises stop and the only thing she’s working on is her sensitive taut nipples.

“Please.”

“What was that?”

The confident Queen of Seoul U is gone, now replaced with her more secretive persona. Nayeon pouts and pulls her panties just low enough down her thighs to reveal her dripping pussy.

“Please fuck me, Daddy.”

You tug onto her wrist and pull her close to you. Stepping backwards, you find a gym bench next to the mirror and sit yourself down. Nayeon lands squarely on your lap and you plant soft kisses on her neck. Your hands spread her thighs as wide as possible, exposing every bit of her for your hungry eyes to fully devour.

“Touch yourself, baby girl. I want to watch you stain the glass.”

She starts off slow, her mind still focused on your cock that’s resting against her back. Your hand leads hers closer to her soaked lips and upon the contact with her sex, Nayeon begins to finger herself, with the usual chorus of moans soon following after. You stare intensely at her through the mirror, watching her every action. Her digits gradually speed up and the heel of her palm rubs against her clit much more frequently. Her head falls back and rests on your shoulder and her body tenses up even more when you toy with her nipples.

“Look at me, baby girl.” Nayeon does as you say and peers at you through her half-lidded eyes. You lean your mouth closer to her ear and whisper, “I’m going to ruin your pussy, you hear me? I'm going to fuck you, and I'm going to destroy your fucking cunt."

That sets her off. Her eyes widen, pupils shaking, and as your words set in her mind, she gasps right before her orgasm crashes onto her hard, her loud cries filling the empty gym while the pleasure passes through her writhing body. Nayeon squirts through her panties, her cum gushing all over theher thighs as it sprays out of any gaps between cloth and skin, as well as through the cloth. Midway through her high, you push her now frozen hand aside and slide your hand between her thighs, prolonging her orgasm and making an even bigger mess on your lap and thighs, as well as the gym bench and floor before it.

However, you’re nowhere near done. Nayeon has no time to recover. As soon as her orgasm ends, you push her off you and position her on all fours. Kneeling behind her, a sudden surge of strength courses through you and you manage to rip off the pesky little panties off her thighs. After you further part her legs, you relish in the sight of Nayeon bent over before you, in the middle of the wet mess she made. Your cock presses against her pussy and immediately, your swollen tip gets coated with her cum.

This is it. This is the culmination of the morning and is what you both expected since the initial invitation the night prior. She gasps at the contact and turns to look into your eyes, her eyes telling you all you need to know—she needs you in her badly.

"Put it in, please, Daddy."

"Of course, baby girl."

There is no point holding back and teasing the girl—you want to fuck her as badly as she wants to be fucked, so you plunge your cock deep into her pussy with one thrust. Nayeon cries echo across the empty gym, and you don’t hesitate to pound and use her just as she likes, just as you like. Tugging on her ponytail and directing her gaze to the mirror, you get a clear view of her deep in sinful pleasure. Stray strands of hair cover her forehead and her cheeks glows with a hue of red, a far cry from the cute and pretty girl the rest of the school knows her as.

"Look at yourself, Nayeon. Your prim and proper appearance is just a facade, isn't it? This is the true you. A slut that craves for a good fucking by your Daddy."

Her eyes barely focus on her reflection and she stares at her naked body rocking back and forth at the rhythm of your cock thrusting into her. Inner desires triumph one again as she tightens even more around you.

"Yes, Daddy, I'm just a slut..."

"It's getting late, I'm pretty sure people are going to start coming to the gym. You'd like that, won't you slut?"

"N-No, I... No."

"Don't lie. I bet you'd cum as soon as someone walks in through that door. You probably won't even try to hide yourself, right?"

"Nnngh—I... No, I… Only Daddy can..." Nayeon trails off, her words devolving into whines and whimpers.

"Only Daddy can what, baby?"

"Only Daddy can look at me like this."

"That's right, baby." You hug her waist and pull her body upright. "You're mine and mine only."

Your head rests on Nayeon’s shoulder and you watch her facial expressions contort in pleasure while her body is thoroughly used. Your hands freely roam Nayeon’s body. Starting at her tummy, a hand reaches down to find her clit while the other begins to fondle her breast. Upon contact with her clit, she tenses her body, her pussy contracting around your cock and you feel her getting wetter by the second. Her nipples are already hard from when she first stripped down to her panties and she tosses her head back onto your shoulder when you pinch them.

"Yes, please, Daddy, please—!"

Your fingers are already drenched from merely touching her pussy. You shove three fingers into Nayeon’s open mouth and she greedily licks her fluids up.

“Cum for me, Nayeon.”

Another squeal, and Nayeon explodes on your cock. Gush after gush of squirt drenches your body, the equipment beneath you, as well as all over the floor. Your lust for her multiplies tenfold, but at the same time, so does your appreciation of her beauty—Nayeon is at her prettiest when she orgasms. Even if her eyes roll back, her tongue hangs out, and she literally comes undone, it will forever be your favourite sight.

When her orgasm is about to die down, you pull out of her, flip her onto her back and resume fucking her. With your erratic thrusts, her final squirts coat your abs and make a larger mess on your body. Even while she lays before you, basking in her post-orgasmic bliss, you continue fucking her tight pussy, chasing your own peak.

You can’t help but to caress her beautiful face and her cheeks turn even redder in response. You love the absolutely confident queen as well as the downright lustful slut in her, but something about Nayeon in her most vulnerable state with you tugs your heartstrings more than expected.

However, before you can get too lost in your thoughts, Nayeon grounds you with her touch—she pulls you in and crashes her lips against yours in a fierce kiss. No words are needed—you know what she means when her legs tighten up around your waist, her legs locked right behind you to imprison you in her embrace. Locked between her arms and legs, you only thrust faster, harder, all to fulfil her unspoken wish.

‘Cum in me, Daddy.’

With a deep groan, you give Nayeon a final hard thrust and release inside her before burying yourself into the crook of her neck and sighing. With your chest pressed against hers, you’re sure she can feel your intense heartbeat just as you can feel hers. You’d love to remain in that position as long as possible, but you’re sure people are going to start flooding over to the gym soon.

When you withdraw from her body, a small stream of your cum leaks out and drips down her thighs. The dishevelled but gorgeous sight of Nayeon post-sex leaves you staring for a little too long and when you pull her back up to her feet, she notices the mess she made and she can’t help but chuckle.

How can she be so downright adorable immediately after engaging in hot public sex with you? You would never understand beyond it being the charm of Im Nayeon.

While you’re deep in your thoughts, Nayeon has already put her clothes back on, her bare skin stained with her own squirt. Anyone who sees her in this state wouldn’t have a clue about that fact, mistaking it as her sweat after an intense workout.

She tosses you your discarded clothes. “Hurry up and dress, pervert. People might be coming soon.”

You quickly put on your underwear and gym shorts, opting not to wear your tank top. Just like Nayeon, you’re drenched in your sweat and her fluids and you swipe two fingers across your skin to collect it for a quick taste. While you definitely do taste your own sweat, you're well-acquainted with the unmistakable tang of Nayeon's cum.

“You taste just as good as always, Squirtle.”

The 'Squirtle' punches your shoulders and blushes, before she gathers her other belongings and heads out. You're momentarily stunned by the sight—Im Nayeon is always beautiful, but even more so just now.

“Let’s grab food after we shower.”

You grab your top, tower and body wash not long after Nayeon leaves and hit the showers. You stand in the stall and let the water hit your face while you’re deep in your thoughts.

You can’t deny looking forward to the time spent with Nayeon since last night. Sure, you knew what she was implying and you deeply loved every second of the hot sex with her, but you were perfectly happy to simply spend the morning in the quiet gym with her. It was just you and her, just like when you were on the rooftop with her.

You scrub your body clean with soap while memories of your time together with her resurface. Nayeon has been occupying your mind a lot more often recently, the mere thought of her brings a smile to your face and brightens up your day. Every small action or item reminds you of her, any free time you have has your brain flashing images of her. Your life has been thoroughly intertwined with hers from the day she approached you.

The water washes off the soap on your body and you hurriedly wipe yourself dry, not realising how long you took to shower. After you have put on your clothes, you rush out to meet Nayeon.

Frozen in place, your jaw drops after you catch sight of Nayeon in a beautiful blue sweater and jeans. She truly knows how to dress herself up, even a simple outfit like this is enough to make every single man fall in love with her.

“Quit staring and let’s go.” She snaps her fingers in front of your eyes to catch your attention. “What took you so long? Rubbing one out to me again?”

“What the hell? No. Had something to do.”

“Good. That’s one more load you could put in me.”

Nayeon flashes a cheeky smile and pulls you away from outside the showers before you could properly react. You give in to her and follow closely right behind.

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The campus seems a lot emptier today, even though the sun is already up, the familiar sounds of students buzzing across the school field is missing. Perhaps it’s the winding down of the school term and that there’s less classes going on. You trail behind Nayeon as she enters the cafe and you easily find a table at the corner of the shop. It isn’t as packed as it always is, there’s plenty of empty space, which is surprising at this hour of the day, and the only people entering are professors ordering drinks before making their way out. At least her simping apes are unlikely to show up and disturb her this time.

The breakfast set you ordered comes fast and the two of you, hungry after an intense morning “workout”, devour the food quickly. However, Nayeon seems oddly distracted, constantly smiling while she scrolls through her phone even in the middle of a conversation with you. You’re puzzled but just brush it aside as something important. Finally, when she looks up to you, your phone lights up with a notification.

“Check it out.” She’s beaming at you, obviously excited about it.

[Im Squirtle has sent an image:]

(Photo)

It is a mirror selfie of herself from the bathroom. She’s still in her gym attire showing her eye smile and bunny teeth to you, wrecking your heart. She’s just so goddamn cute and adorable and you’re glad you’re one of the few people who can see this side of her up close. God, you’re obsessed with her.

[Im Squirtle has sent a message:]

Done looking yet?

Huh?

You look up to a giggling Nayeon and you turn red at being caught red handed. But when the giggles stop, you catch a teaseful glint in her eyes before receiving another notification. Your fingers shake while you open the message. Knowing her, you’re in for a treat.

[Im Squirtle has sent an image:]

(Photo)

This time, it’s a picture of her near naked body. You shut off your phone screen and whisper, “What the hell, Nayeon?”

She only laughs at your overreaction. “Relax. There’s no one around here. Besides, I chose the corner table for a reason. Just stare all you want.”

You hesitantly unlock your phone once again knowing that she’s right. No one else can possibly catch a glimpse of your screen. You look at the image again. Her bra is pulled just over her tits and her shorts are bunched around her knees, low enough to expose her pussy for the camera. Despite the lewd act, she’s still smiling and winking. The duality of Im Nayeon.

At this point, your pants have tightened uncomfortably and your attempt to shift your lower body doesn’t go unnoticed by the girl. Before you can get in another word, you hear her say, “Last one.”

[Im Squirtle has sent you a video:]

(Video)

It’s not an image, it’s a video this time. From the thumbnail, you can tell that she has already shed her clothes. Her fingers are toying with her pussy and your cum leaks from the slit, a white trail dripping down her skin. Your heart pounds faster and you choke on your sandwich.

When you finally peel your eyes off the phone, you’re met with Nayeon’s face close to you as she leans across the table.

“I can still feel your cum in me, Daddy.”

You’re speechless and frozen in your seat. She gets off her seat and pulls you up after you finish your last bite of food.

“We don't have classes today. Let’s go back to my place to study.” Nayeon flashes you her prettiest grin, and you find yourself following her blindly. Stepping out of the cafe, she hugs your arm tight and looks up to you.

"Actually, I lied."

The shit-eating grin on her face promises nothing but trouble.

“I want you to strip me and fuck me when we get back, Daddy.

"All.

"Day.

"Long."

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maddie0101 · 4 months

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Skinny Love Series (Thomas TMR x FEM OFC)

Summary: Blake introduces herself to the greenie, but suddenly she gets a memory back. She’s never had one till now. Why now and why does it involve the greenie?

Warnings: underage drinking, cussing

Word Count: 2,425k

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Blake slaps her hands down on her thighs, pushing herself up as she lets out a breath. "I'm gonna go watch the fights—wanna come with?" The brunette girl stands, looking to her best friend.

Minho scoffs as he turns his head to the fighting. "To watch these shanks get their asses beat? Hell yeah." He says excitedly, pushing his own hands onto his knees to stand.

As Blake and Minho approach the circle, her emerald eyes spot Newt and the greenie walking their way. "No...no one wants to be a runner." Blake hears Newt say to the newbie.

Blake rolls her eyes as a smile spreads across her lips. "Aw—come on, Newty—it's not that bad..."

The blonde and the greenie turn their heads to Blake walking in front of them, raising a jar of Gally's moonshine to her lips as she smirks at the two. The greenie watches the girl intently as she strides over.

"Yeah, but It's dangerous." Newt throws the girl a slight smile.

"Someone has to do it." Blake says with a shrug.

Newt rolls his eyes in response as his hands settle on his hips.

"Hey, you voted for me to be a runner, you shank!"

"Yeah, because you're faster than almost everyone here!" The blonde exclaims with a smile, pausing for a second as he brings his finger up to his chin, thinking. "Well, except for Minho."

Blake rolls her eyes at his playful banter.

"Hey, if it weren't for Minho—you would've run straight into the maze on your first day."

"Yeah, but I was almost there."

Blake and Newt laugh as they remember the girl's first day in the maze. The greenie stands off to the side, shifting his feet as he stands beside the two.

Newt's eyes flicker over to the greenie, which he forgot was standing right next to him. Quickly, the blonde clears his throat. "Oh—Blake, this is the new greenie."

Blake's eyes flicker to the boy—getting an even better look at him up close; he's even more attractive from a few feet away.

The small girl shakes out of her thoughts as she throws her hand out for the greenie. "Hey, I'm Blake."

The greenie seems to snap out of whatever daze he is in also—quickly reaching to shake her hand, "I—uh.. don't know my name yet."

As their hands make contact, both brunettes feel a jolt of electricity shoot throughout them—making the two slightly jump.What the hell was that?

"T-that's —okay, we know you as greenie for now." Blake says, offering a small smile.

Awkwardness fills the air as the two gaze into each other's eyes. The girl quickly clears her throat again—attempting to get rid of the tension. Newt stands off to the side with his hands on his hips and a smile plastered across his face in amusement.

Newt has never seen Blake act this nervous before. Ever. She had been nervous and scared the first day she came up the box, but nobody had made her this nervous.

"You'll get your name back—"

Blake flickers her eyes to the side of the computer to see a boy sitting at a desk in front of her. His face is a bit blurry at first, but she can make out his facial expressions.

His lips tug into a smile as he notices the girl's eyes landing on him. Her own lips pull into a smile of her own as she quickly smiles back before turning her head back towards the computer—hiding the heat on her cheeks.

"Hey, Blake?" She hears him say. His voice is soft toward the girl as she looks back up to the boy. Their eyes connect as Blake sees the familiar brown her emerald had landed on.

But, their moment is quickly interrupted by guards storming into the room right towards her.

The girl jumps in her seat, frantically looking around—frightened. The guards stop at the girl, reaching to grab her arm and dragging her up—and out from her desk. The boy across from her stands up suddenly, pushing his chair back as it rolls behind him, not caring if it hits anyone on the way. Worry and terror flash across his features as he tries to push his way to her. The guards catch onto his shoulders, holding him back as he screams at them angrily.

"Hey!" He pushes the guard, but the guard's grip strengthens on the boy, holding him into place.

"Blake. Come with us." The guard orders, grabbing Blake's upper arm and dragging her away.

As the girl stumbles in his grip, she turns back to see the boy. His face finally becomes clear.

The greenie.

"Thomas!" Blake screams, trying to break free of the guard's grasp.

Jolting out of her weird daydream, Blake returns to reality—seeing 'Thomas' and Newt watching her with their eyebrows raised.

"Blake, you okay?" Newt quizzes with a worried expression plastered on his features.

"Sorry—I-I just got a little dizzy..." Blake says as she gestures to the jar in her hand, "Gally's moonshine has me feeling a bit queasy today."

So that’s where I’ve seen the greenie from—I knew him? Should I tell him his name? Wait—that would be awkward and weird...he’ll get it back in a few days.

"I gotta find Min. See you later, Newt." Blake says awkwardly as she quickly walks past the two boys still standing there.

Blake briskly makes her way over to Minho, grabbing onto his wrist as she leads him away from the other runners.

"I need to talk to you." Blake's voice says in a serious tone.

Minho's eyebrows furrow in confusion, following the girl to the edge of the tree line. As they near the edge, Blake halts them as she lets his wrist go, turning around to face the boy.

"Min, I had a memory come back." Blake's voice came out shaky and serious, causing Minho to only further his brows at her in concern.

Her bright green eyes scanned the boy's face before following behind the boy— making sure nobody had followed them.

"It was of the greenie... I— apparently knew him..." Blake finally reveals.

A brief moment of silence follows.

"What do you mean— 'you knew him'? Who is he?" Minho asks as his eyes scan Blake's concerned features.

The boy's hands plant on his hips as his frame leans toward the girl, keeping their conversation as low as possible.

"I don't know, Min...Look—all I can remember was sitting across from him at some desk...one minute he was about to say something—and the next guards dragged me away—probably to this hell hole."

"So you think y'all were—" Minho starts to conclude her theory.

"No!— at least—I don't think we were. " Blake trails off before returning her focus, shaking her head

"Anyways, that's not the point. As I introduced myself to him, I shook his hand—and suddenly, I get the memory back for some odd reason!" Blake exclaimed.

Her eyes hold onto Minho's as his expression mirrors hers.

The boy lets out a sigh. "I don't know... maybe...y'all knew each other, and it kickstarted your memories."

"Minho. I'm serious. I have a feeling he is the reason I am in this place—and I don't know how or why, but—" Blake's eyes flick over Minho's shoulder, glancing at the attractive boy.

The greenie stands beside Newt, still conversing with the blonde as his head turns to the two runners. His honey-colored eyes connect to hers as Blake's heart jumps a beat at his gaze.

"In my memory—he went to tell me something or say something but was stopped by the guards that started dragging me away. He looked guilty and sad." Blake said as her eyes glanced back to Minho, nodding her head over Minho's shoulder to the greenie.

Just as the runner's eyes flick back over to the boy—Gally sends a boy flying into him, knocking the greenie over. The irritated greenie pushes off of the ground to stand as Blake watches Gally taunt him.

Blake lets out a huff of annoyance as her hand grabs Minho's wrist to pull him with her as she walks.

"We will talk about this later. Gally's about to beat the holy shuck out of this kid."

As the two near the growing crowd, Blake releases her grip on Minho to push past the boys—seeing the newbie standing awkwardly in the middle as everyone chants— "greenie, greenie, greenie!"

Blake rolls her eyes at the crowd's antics, stepping next to Newt, who also isn't amused. The greenie's stance stiffens as his head turns back to Gally, nodding hesitantly at the taller boy's invitation.

"All right," Gally says, fixing his wristband. "The rules are simple, greenie—I try to push you out of the circle; you try to last more than five seconds."

The greenie's eyes scan the crowd formed around the circle— landing on Blake, who stands beside Newt with her arms crossed.

"Easy on the greenie, Gally" a boy from the crowd shouts, earning a chorus of laughs sounding from the crowd.

"Ready?" Gally asks, snapping the greenie out of his gaze. The boy's brown eyes shift from a gaze to a glare as they narrow at the tall builder.

Suddenly, the greenie charges Gally—diving forward. His hands fling onto Gally's arms, trying to push him back, but the taller boy flings the greenie backward into the crowd.

The greenie lands on his side as his anger rises to his chest. Pushing himself up, his eyes land on the girl who stands on the edge of the circle, smirking.

"Come on, greenie!" One of the boys shout from the other side of the crowd.

The greenie turns his head back to the circle as he rushes towards Gally again, but Gally shoves the greenie back down into the sand.

The newbie coughs up sand as he slowly pushes himself up again, regaining his stance.

"Come on, greenie." Gally taunts, "We're not done yet."

The greenie stands back up—glaring at Gally, "Stop calling me greenie." The boy shouts

"Stop calling you that?" Gally questions, "What do you want to be called?—Shank?"

The crowd laughs as the greenie glares around the circle, growing angrier.

"What do you think, boys?" Gally asks the crowd as he spins around with his arms outstretched.

"Shank! Shank! Shank!" The crowd's chants echo

"Does he look like a shank?" Gally questions again but is cut short when the greenie tackles him. The two boys grunt and spin as they try to throw each other out, but Gally throws the greenie onto the ground again.

"You know what? I think I've settled on shank."

Laughter erupts from the crowd as the greenie circles the edge of the ring—grunting, the greenie charges Gally again, knocking the undefeated champ to the ground.

"Yeah! There you go, greenie!" Someone yells through the crowd's cheers.

Blake and Minho stand beside Newt, watching the scene with their eyebrows raised. Laughter erupts in the girl's chest. "Oh, come on, Gal—thought you were undefeated!" The girl taunts

The boy growls at the girl from the ground, pointing his finger. "Shut it, shuck face."

The greenie strolls closer to Gally with a proud smile plastering his face, "Not bad for a greenie, huh?"

The builder's nostrils flare with anger as the greenie reaches the builder. Gally takes the greenie off guard as he turns around, swiping the greenie off his feet.

The newbie's head slams against the ground with a thud as a chorus of hisses sound from the crowd.

"Ooooohhh, that's gotta hurt." Blake hisses

The greenie lays on the ground coughing as the pounding in his head was almost washed away—remembering something.

—"Thomas." He mutters.

"Thomas. Hey!" The boy repeats louder, rising from his position on the ground to stand.

"I remember my name! My name is Thomas!" He yells with excitement.

Alby is the first to react, pointing to the brunette boy, smiling, "Thomas!" He yells out

The whole crowd cheers for the greenie as they crowd around the newest glader. Frypan lifts a jar of Gally's moonshine to the greenie as he celebrates with the others, "Welcome home, Thomas!"

Minho turns his head to Blake with a lifted eyebrow as the two stand off to the side. Blake's eyes connect to Minho's as they watch the others celebrate.

The girl shrugs her shoulders in response to Minho's expression. Her suspicions about the boy are confirmed, well, most of them.

Pushing the anger and fear down her throat, she swallows a hard gulp before turning on her heels and heading back to the sleeping quarters. From the middle of the crowd, Thomas celebrates with the others as he turns his head back to where Blake stood. He had wanted to talk to her before—and get to know her some more, because she seemed familiar for some reason. Especially the little jolt of electricity he felt when they shook hands.

Thomas' eyes scan the crowd, searching for the girl before he sees her silhouette walking back towards the homestead.

His face drops from a smile to a frown as he watches the girl walk away alone.

"She'll warm up to you." A British voice sounds from behind the boy, making him jump.

Newt's hand lands on Thomas' shoulder as they watch the girl disappear. "She usually isn't like this, but I guess you've managed to get on her list."

Thomas turns around to face Newt as his eyebrows furrow in confusion—something he's been prone to lately.

"What list?" Thomas asks as the blonde raises the jar of moonshine to Thomas, gesturing for him to take it.

Newt laughs dryly. "The 'I don't like you' list. Whatever you did—"

"But I didn't do anything?—not that I know of..."

Newt shrugs as Thomas takes a sip from the jar, cringing at the burn.

"She doesn't take greenies all that well—considering she's been waiting for another girl to come up. I don't think it's you personally."

"Well, I don't know why she's taking it out on me."

"It's because you're new; everyone takes it out on the greenies. You'll get used to it... just prove yourself useful and make friends."

Thomas gulps another sip before handing the glass back to the blonde—turning back to where the small girl disappeared.

What did I do?

➭ Next Chapter

Author’s Note:

This series is complete. I am transferring it from Wattpad to Tumblr. If you would like to read the fic without having to wait on me to post the chapters, my Wattpad is: @Maddie5139

Also, if you would like to be tagged lmk!

#dylan o'brien #the maze runner #tmr thomas #tmr thomas x reader #thomas tmr #thomas tmr x reader #mitch rapp #mitch rapp x reader #stiles stilinski #mitch rapp x ofc #the scorch trials #the death cure

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thecameronchronicles · 1 year

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I'll Be Home For Christmas

TW: Smut. Language. Moments of angst. Slightly Dom!Drew.

SUMMARY: You decide to risk it all for Christmas…

WORD COUNT: 3100

REQUESTED:

@obxiskewl asked:

Hi sweetie !! Is there any chance that tmr u could write a fix for drew ??since it’s my birthday tmr and he’s the best and ur the best writer ofc !!!

*HEY BABES! HAPPY BIRTHDAY! I'M SO INVESTED IN DOING CHRISTMAS ONES SO I HOPE THAT IS OKAY. HOPE YOU LIKE IT, IT'S ONE OF MY FAVORITES FOR SURE!*

I’ll Be Home For Christmas

Your eyes fixated on the window longer than they should have in regards to the message he sent earlier today. But as you pressed your chin further to the bend of your folded arms, you were only left looking into the darkness of the night. You'd hoped to find an illumination of headlights over the freshly fallen snow or hear an interruption in the silence of the silent night. Yet, you were left staring across the street in the absence of the one person you'd traveled the fifteen hundred miles to see.

"Are you okay?" One of Drew's sister's asked as she pulled her focus from the laughter accumulated in the kitchen with the remaining members of the Starkey family, all in noticing her absence.

Brushing a tear from beneath your thumb to hide its expulsion, you nodded. A forced smile was seen as false by her having known you for the better part of your life. After all, you had met Drew in junior high, having met his family soon after as you'd become close friends. Bonding over a love of books and specific Pixar movies, something that endured a test of time and distance, your relationship remained. Only now, you had decided this would be the year you would risk your friendship at the possibility it could be greater. It was fueled by the comments of mutual friends, the biggest supporter having been Odessa, who was also in attendance tonight as she had flown out a few days prior. But as this conversation took place, she had made note of your shifted happiness, that usually commanded a room.

"He says he will be here by New Years."

"I can't stay..." You confessed,having arranged everything around Christmas as that's when he said he would be here. Now that confidence you had had faded into deep apprehension and even relief for keeping from having to take that risk.

"I think I'm actually going to go to sleep since my flight is early tomorrow..."

"You're leaving tomorrow?!"

"Yeah..." You couldn’t fight your sniffle, "I think it's best. " You offered those polite farewell embraces of the day's end before climbing the steps to the guest room. But in the need to think of anything else but Drew, you were surrounded by mementos of him. Old pictures, many that held memories of you being there somewhere behind the camera, had been forced around you as you closed your eyes and hoped to leave without suffering any further heartache.

"Don't be a dumbass!" You heard Odessa scold Drew as his familiar cadence made your heart swell. This was because he was the one you called when in the crux of your tribulations. 2 A.M. Los Angeles time and he would answer every call no matter how fatigued, always being a reason your tears stopped. Which was why his words hurt you so deeply now...

"Well I'm doing what I can...I'm not coming all the way back for her-Its a goddamn chore to be around her, Dess-Has been since we were kids…"

It was enough of a reason to stop eavesdropping and slip away into your Uber as he drove you to the airport. Polite conversation was muffled as Drew's words continued to sting. You were forced to face him at every turn however as you found his name broadcast over your screen before you turned off your phone. You decided once and for all that after years of a 'will they won't they' tango, you would have to move on.

Or at least try to.

You had convinced yourself you had a right to be happy, more angry than sad by him at this moment, and it acted as a catalyst to that first step of emotional freedom. But it was easier said than done. Eventually, you scrolled through those old pictures of even the Christmas before as it had been a means for your feelings reaching this fever pitch.

That damn kiss under the mistletoe. The one his family pushed you to have, and the one you had both laughed off. But truth be told, things had changed. Conversations teetered into more cheeky topics and you found him jealous at the mention of you going on a date in what would have maybe have been support. It drove you nearly insane, especially with how suddenly cold he was.

"Boarding flight 1204-" The speaker echoed through the airport as you pulled your carry on to the direction of the terminal before nodding. You prepared to leave him behind. That angst. That ache. Even if you were well aware it would remain no matter if you stayed until New Years or left now, you couldn't look him in the eye now in knowing how he felt about you.

"Drew?" You could believe your heavy, swollen eyes as he paused for a second before looking down to you.

"How are you-"

"Odessa called me last night and said unless I wanted ro lose the best thing in my life, aside from her," He playfully rolled his eyes, "Then I better move my ass and stop yours from getting on that plane..."

"I heard what you said..." You confessed. "About me being a chore..." You corrected him, not allowing this sweet sentiment to blur the pain of those words.

"I said that about my sister! She’s been bugging me for months to get some makeup from Madison...guess she hooked her up...but...I could ever say thay anything like that about you,"

"I..."

"Don't go...please." He could convince you of anything. Just as he had done when you were fourteen and trespassed into the public pool after hours to go skinny-dipping, his eyes being the first to make you feel beautiful as they descended you in appreciation. And again at eighteen when you helped him in the senior prank. He was also the one who pushed you to follow your dreams, even if it meant you moving across the country away from him. But it was also what kept you in place now.

"I have to get back..."

"Odessa told me why you stayed...said there was something you wanted to tell me..." His eye were hopeful, as if he knew but needed that validation. But as you looked to those soft blue eyes, you feared everything changing. In theory, the worst case scenario of requited feelings had been enough to risk that. But knowing you may not be able to have that now if he weren't to feel the same, you retreated.

"I should go...We'll talk..." You lied, not intending to face him again as it would have been too difficult. But as you tried to leave, he realized he would be the one to take the risk. With your arm in hand, you felt him direct your focus into him until your chest collided into his. But along with this came a moment where you were aware of what was about to happen. A singular moment where he moved his hand to your cheek.

"Please don't get on that plane..."

"Give me a reason to stay...." You spoke as more of a question as he pulled you that remaining distance close. A cinematic kiss, purely romantic and sensual as you were in public. But it would only take moments for thay to alter as you crossed over the threshold of his childhood home and up the steps. You were allowed this moment of disheveled clothes and kisses interrupted by chuckled as they had been out looking at lights as they had done every year prior. But he had every intention if you seeing stars by the night's end.

"Are you sure?" He asked as he stopped outside of his bedroom, which had since been used as a guest room, the room you stayed in when you visited.

"Yes." You confessed breathlessly.

"Good. I'm only asking once." Suddenly something switched behind his eyes. The softness drained to something similar to how he would look as one of his morally gray characters. But it wasn't in hatred or anger, but purr lust.

You were taken into a lift against the door as it slammed closed behind you, his feet quick to take you to the bed. But as you expected to be undressed fully or even taken quickly, he would set you back on your feet. As you looked at him quizzically, he led you softly towards his lips with a sweet kiss that quickly turned almost sinister with seduction. He made you breathless rather swiftly, undressing you down to your lingerie as he smirked at how it felt beneath his fingertips.

"I want you to tell me what you were going to say if I hadn't gotten stuck at work...all while I get you ready for me..." He teased his lips down the curve of your neck, resting at the skin revealed by your bra as he taunted the fabric separating your bare chest from his own.

"I'm ready..." You breathed, almost desperately, as he smirked. The fingers at a recent rest at your hip would glide across the rim of your underwear before dipping inside.

"Look at that, you ARE...But I still want to know what you were going to tell me..." Suddenly, you were left feeling more vulnerable than you had when you were a virgin. This confession wore the weight of a friendship at risk as you swallowed hard.

"How about I convince you?" He teased, lowering his voice as he pressed his lips to your ear.

"Lay down..." He guided verbally as you were quick to obey. Your eyes remained to him as he bent over you.

"Please tell me...I'm dying to know what made you so scared you couldn't tell me-"

"I wasn't scared-" Your defensive tone was interrupted by a gasp caused by his fingers tessing your sex as he bypassed the gentle teasing you expected from someone usually more reserved.

"Maybe not...but you're definitely wet...shit...I've always wanted to be the reason you made this face..." He explained with his secondary hand at your cheek.

"But I can't wait to know how you sound when I'm actually inside of you..."

"Please, Drew..."

"Not until you tell me, sweetheart. I can do this all night..." He quickened his fingers, only to slow them as you wrapped your hand around his wrist.

"Not sure if you could-"

"This! This was what I wanted to tell you...this was what I've wanted..."

"Then who am I to keep you waiting?" His hands brought you to the very edge of the bed. For just a moment, your eyes remained to him, before they fell to the fabric pulled from your hips. He was sweet in every motion, but looking at you with such violent seduction that it could be enough to act as a flint and steel to any fire.

"Drew...I-" You were suddenly flipped to your knees, hips raised to the air, as he pulled you against his chest. The steady rest of his heart was a vast contrast to the pound of your own as his fingers climbed around your neck.

"I told you I wasn't going to ask if this was okay again. So I am going to expect you to take everything I'm going to give you, baby..." His hand was at your cheek, turning your head until only your eyes found him.

"Because that's what you are now. You're my girl...my baby..." You nodded.

"Please, Drew." His jaw clenched, a deep groan forcing his angry cock to consider those angry thrusts. But once again, he would refrain as he returned to the edge of the bed.

"Don't come this way." He explained before his tongue made stripes between your lower lips. A taunt left behind as he smirked at the desperate reactions made against him.

"Drew-" You turned far enough to witness how he appeared behind you. His head bobbed in the licks made against him, blue eyes connecting to you, before smirking beneath to interrupt his ambitions. But it was almost as if this only acted as a means of motivation. His tongue became more focused around your clit, sensations deepening by the insertion of not one, but two fingers.

"Drew!" You gasped, almost to scold him, until feeling him turn you on your back. Without a word, you were set with one leg on either one of hod shoulders as be returned to your sex. Only now, in pure carnivorous expertise.

"Oh my God....Drew...fuck..." You breathed quickly, almost pained, as he led you even deeper against him. His expressions of focus and occasionally pride were impossible to validate in majority as he was a man on a mission in feasting you to that close edge.

"Don't...come..." He explained with a break, breathlessness and self-satisfaction seen in his order, all before he returned again.

The sound of the front door coming open behind him would pull his focus just enough to return you to reality.

"Drew?" But it wasn't until the sound of your name that you would move onto your elbows.

"I wanted to hear you, baby..." He moved over you, hovering as if to kiss you, but only to act as a distraction to remove your bra.

"But it looks like that I'll just have to make you scream then..." One hand fondled your breast, paying close attention to your nipple. Capturing behind his teeth, he rolled it until it taunted you in pain, mending this by a suck.

"Ahhh..mmm..." With a hand to the back of your neck, your head came to a rest in his large palm. His tongue was shameless but determined as it drove up your neck and jaw after beginning at your breast and rising up over the clavicle.

"But this time..." He unbuckled his jeans. The metal of the keys hung on their loop validating each of his movements until they were silenced when colliding with the floor.

"I'm just going to have to make you tremble..." The groaning made of his name set his hand to your jaw. Softly but enough to direct you tk him.

"Quietly." Suddenly he was at your sex. Your body suddenly flushed a thousand degrees as he inched slowly into you. Passion and need behind this insertion as your nails ate into his muscular arms.

"You feel so perfect..." He praised you while the bed squeaked beneath you both. It was set in disregard as you offered each other that rise to ecstasy that had been foremost on your minds since those feelings of friendship was first held in consideration to this. And it showed behind every motion.

While growing slick with perspiration, you were offered the kindness of a friend but the desperations of a lover. Where a kiss would be necessary to both silence and validate his care, a wicked tongue commanded you into quietude. With fingers alternating between the sheets beneath you, your hair, and your skin, a devoted set of dominant digits sourced for your pleasure at your clit. The thrusts made were gradually quick but thorough, only to contrast in brutal poundings when he needed to feel you even deeper.

"I wish you would have told me sooner...could have felt this good," He wrapped one hand into your hair, leading you to rest at his lips, "Could've made YOU feel this good-" He grunted as you took your hand quickly around his wrist as he kept you lifted this way.

"Drew!"

"Coming for me?" You nodded. His hand slipped around the back of your neck as he returned you fully to your back, but only to direct you over him in a straddle. His cock or his hands never left you during this shift as you remained wrapped into him.

"I wanted to be soft-"

"Fuck me. Drew please just fuck me-"

He forced his way deeply into your clench around him, a mix of pain from depth but kept pleasure surging through you, as he wrapped one hand over your mouth.

"I promise you can scream all you want next time, baby...my baby-" He grunted, losing himself to you for a moment. "But right now-yes....JUST like that...." He felt you moan into his fingers encircled by your tongue. But you needed more.

Your hands pressed harshly into his chest as you forced him onto his back.

"Baby-"

"I'm gonna make you come, Drew...and then I want you to make me." He corrected you, hand moving from your thighs to your neck.

"Together." He corrected as you nodded.

You rode over him in waves, his cock flexing to your intentional clench and his jaw tensing to the unintentional pulls. The most perfect of aches developed at your thighs as you glided over him in perfection. At times, his hands were soft and a means to stabilize you, but mostly, they are into you for his own selfish need that you adored.

"Yes!"

"YES-" He grunted, his own back arching as you pulled your palm over mouth.

"Gotta be quiet-" You were lifted and rolled onto your back, his words and motions a slave to his coming release.

"Not when you feel this fucking good. I don't care who hears us...I'm too close and you're too fucking tight...SHIT-" As you smirked in lifting a hand around his mouth, he was quick to correct you by returning you flat.

"I feel what I do to you. Hear what you do to me." He set his forehead at yours, riding out those final thrusts as you tightened around him, reaching your own climax in the process as he was quick to follow.

By the time you could walk, night had fallen.

"You realize there is no way in hell you're leaving now, right?"

"I'll have to eventually-" You reminded as you reached for the bedroom door.

"Not without me." He kissed you sweetly before you rejoined the family. Even though it was clear by your presence, the smile of your faces, and that final validation of his fingers interlaced with yours, nobody had said anything.

At least until you sat at dinner.

"It was about time! Now all that's left is to get you two married." His mother teased as you choked on your choice of alcohol and he smirked, rubbing your back.

"Maybe start with a date." You smirked before Kdessa leaned to where both of you could hear her.

"I'm expecting an honorable mention in your wedding toasts...maybe your first born having my name as their middle." She teased as you shook your head, "telling me it isn't possible with the way you just fucked?" You and Drew both looked at each other before looking back at her.

"Yeah...we heard…”

Taglist: @hopebaker @iovdrew @penny4yourthoughts @magnificantmermaid @pickingviolets @lovedetlost @trikigirl271 @maybankslover @slut4starkey @slvtherinseeker @obxiskewl @bluesongbird @slut-era @ailee-celeste @camilynn @sweetestdesire @onmykneesforrafe @drews1love

#drewstarkey #drew starkey smut #drew starkey x reader #drew starkey #drew starkey fanfiction #outer banks #obx #outerbanks #cameron chronicles christmas 2022

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minnie-shifts · 3 days

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i’ve never posted on here before (and honestly probably never will again) but i kinda need to rant to someone, so why not send it off to the black hole of tumblr?

so i’m a reality shifter, but like… very inexperienced. i have minishifted once, to the maze runner but that was back in 2020/21… anyways i started to make more serious attempts probably around november 2023.

i have been extremely close to shifting before hearing sounds, seeing light etc. but never actually shifted (besides tmr).

where im getting to is… i think i shifted here? before, i couldn’t really understand why someone might come to my reality (my … or ig? it’s basically the same as here), but i get it now. I shifted here on accident.

i saw a post on here last night, i can’t really remember what was said but someone shifted a few times under the premise of “there’s a 50% chance that i’ll go to *insert place* and there’s a 50% that i’ll go to a reality similar to this”. (i forgot what post i saw, but i was really inspired by it lol).

i ended up giving it ago, affirming that there’s a 50% chance i’ll end up in one of my drs but there’s also a 50% that i’ll shift to a reality similar to my own (i was also motivated because i have assessments i don’t wanna do lol)

i didn’t really do a method, i only focused on my breathing and that affirmation then rolled over and went to bed. (which is strange, i’m an awake method girly yk?)

anywho, morning comes around and i go about my day as normal. though, i found that i look.. bigger? like i have gained a bit of weight and my voice is slightly deeper. i also just have this underlying feeling in my gut that something has changed.

like normally when i have a ‘failed’ attempt i try to convince myself i actually shifted to a reality exactly the same but not this time. i’m actually trying to convince myself i didn’t shift, which just.. seems so impossible. my gut is telling me i shifted. my whole body feels out of place.

NOTE: i also seem more.. confident? i randomly cut my own bangs (never wanted to do that), and im posting on here?? (i have severe online anxiety 😭)

i doubt that anyone is reading BUT if there is someone, i’ll try to shorten this up :)

so, fast forward about… almost three hours ago? i went to my sister’s room and told her about how i might of shifted here. for context, my sister is also a shifter (she’s probably shifted maybe 4-5 times?) and the person i tell everything too.

we start to ask each other questions. everything is starting to add up until we started talking about shifting. i mentioned that she has a ZB1 dr (a kpop group) where her s/o is Jungwon and i swear by this. she like leans back confusedly and goes “minn, i’ve never even thought about a ZB1 dr.. or Jungwon being my s/o, Heeseung’s my bias”.

I sit there in shock, this was the first indicator that something is up. I ask her about SVT (my fav kpop group), she says her bias is Jeonghan and my bias is Vernon (wrong btw, my bias is Woozi and her bias is china line like???).

My sister and i are really close, especially around shifting. so i started asking her about her shifting experience. THENN i started talking about an inside joke we have from a dr she has… she had no clue what i was talking about. Which is fucking crazy because we mention it ALL THE TIME!!! even out of shifting or non-kpop related stuff like???

i dunno what the purpose of this is. if you read this, thank you :) i’m feeling kind of weird, coming to terms that i actually left my original reality. i think i might try to shift to my main dr after i post this.

i guess i’m kinda missing my sister even though she’s in a different room lol or technically across the multiverse?? i dunno

#alternate reality #current reality #reality shifting #reality check #desired reality #shifting #reality #shifting community #shifting antis dni #shifting diary #shifting blog #kpop shifting #i think i shifted here???#someone pls send help #i don’t know how to process this

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chaisshitposts · 7 months

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okay so i temporarily died lmao

bUT I'M ALIVE! it's me, hi, i'm the prob-

i swear to god how does singers actually make songs?? like we got this project due in two week (meant to be due tmr) where we have to make a song and making the lyrics is so hard😭😭🫠 i'm straight up gonna cry too because i spent my whole week break doing the project only for it to be moved to next year😭😭😭

i'm honestly waiting for christmas break to come alr but we're literally having this major event and we're gonna practice for like two or more weeks before it and imo, i just wanna stay at home and shift to my waiting room💀

also! i saw some improvements! i entered the void state on sunday bUT i wasn't aware that i was in the void until i left the void and i'm just🧍🏻🧍🏻 BUT IT'S BETTER THAN NOTHING

anyways!! hru?? is there any tea that i'm not up-to-date with👀

🐧 anon

🐧!!! been a while my dude. and oi oi oi, I'm sure your project is gonna get the top grade in your class 🫡 bet the lyrics are magical as well. ahhh, Christmas break is so damn close, I can almost taste it— Mariah Carey has even unthawed which is hilarious to me. You'll be in your waiting room before ya know it!!! and oh!!! that's really good news to hear, I'm excited for ya!!! keep it up!

uhHH tea— nothing really except for a lil' bit of drama in the community. I'm actually really sad about this specific blogger who recently deactivated cause she's the one who introduced psych-k to tumblr and to me. she inspired me to do research and then make a post that started turning this blog from shit posts to loa posts— like, it fills me with great disappointment that she would do all that bullshit and lie and call people terrible things, but I ain't gonna let that hinder me. just kinda sucks, y'know? cause I was rooting for her and it all just turned out to be bullshit, unfortunately.

#— chai's asks. !! ~#— 🐧 anon. !!~

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cythoughtsnmemories · 2 months

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14.04.24

Think recently I'm just angry person. Now I got to close d window when I sleep else I be awaken by some inconsiderate residents who bring his pet birds (4 or 5, maybe more) to the trees near my area and let them sing from 5.45am - 7am unless raining. I know those birds are singing beautifully but it's noisy for light sleeper like me. So mad, I feel like calling the police but I felt like I'm crazy to complain such matter.

Able to hit d gym after work is actually quite a happy event to let my sweat out.

Going mil place for weekly dinner and suppose to eat vegetarian. Lucky FIL has leftover chicken n fish too. Don't uds y mil cannot cook normal ingredients which can get from market. 鸡油菇soup which taste a bit sour and her own veg which taste a bit bitter. Why cannot just cook sth like kailan, bak choy, steam tofu? Stir fry shitake?

So sis n bil can't make it for dinner and mum wasn't angry. So bias, cos d last time hubby had to ot n he call early but mil nvr pick up. Angry us for a wk lol

Sis said she will come over for lunch next day (PH) but not confirm. MIL requested us to join too. I was shock and of cos didn't want. Lucky hubby said we have plans whole day tmr. Again, not happy. Next day, hubby updated me that sis can't make it for lunch (PH). Heng ah~ nvr agree to go for lunch at MIL place.

Yay~ went swimming w hubby in morning, then lunch (fish soup closed on PH 🥲) n movie. Then came back rest a bit n went to ecp...wanted to cycle but cloud was gloomy, so we just stroll to dinner place. Besides the toast is good, other dish are just overpriced. Still an enjoyable day w hubby.

Ytd, didn't go hiking cos we think it will rain (but nvr). So I decided to jog to breakfast place to get our fish soup! Finally we get to try it! So delicious ~

Went over to mil place then found out she went to work. See~ u whole day not around, we go over also for what. Might as well stay at my hse. So not happy hubby had to help shift mil de plant...or plantation for the painters to do their work 🙄 so many pots on both side of corridor and it's heavy leh.

贪! You have so many plants (also on lvl 1) need to maintain which requires so much time and effort. I hardly see d fruits too...cannot uds why so stubborn and greedy. More of making the hse n outside d hse so cluttered and messy. Don't feel good over there...like living at recycling corner.

Anw, have been working more than usual working hrs. Hope things gets better.

12.30am already and I'm wide awake. GG! Hubby is already snoring away haha

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the-winds-of-destiny-xxx · 4 months

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uni

Went out with some friends from uni to this place in Br*****. Basically A’s friend is a chef and the place we went to last time and this place are places where she hosts events. The food and vibe was amazing but preferred the other place. We had a good time and got drinks and ate a lot. Gonna drink lots of water before bed so I don’t feel shit at my 9am tmr.

Hopefully I can start typing my essay up this weekend.

work

Had very stressful shifts at work this week. Booked the less stressful ward for next week so that I can have a break. As I said previously despite how stressful the workload is I do care for my patients and try to treat them as well as I can. I do wish sometimes that I could be on the MDT so I could do more for them.

dating

Thinking not gonna entertain K further because he’s a bad kisser and thinking that may mean he’s a bad eater 😭. And I’m always apprehensive when it comes to guys with high body counts who can’t kiss or eat well because like you’re telling me every girl before me has been suffering ?? And u didn’t notice?? 😭😭

Also been thinking about W again probably because he showed up in my dreams a week or two ago. No point tho because he’ll never desire me in the way I do him.

mood

I’m feeling okay. Been very low all day so I’m glad I went out.

Also kinda disappointed that I can’t see the full moon tonight because it’s too cloudy 😭😭

#nd

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crestfallercanyon · 1 year

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2, 5, 16 :~)

Hiya!! Thanks so much for the ask <3

2. did you have any writing goals? did you meet them?

Sort of!

My goals were to finish some of my longfics, get started on a major longfic, and explore more characters.

I finished one (maybe two?) of my longfics from the year prior, I did not get started on my major longfic (and that's okay!), and I did explore more characters (and fandoms!) so I think so?

My goals also shifted throughout the year, though, because I began to partake in more events which was a lot of fun! So, no regrets.

5. Favorite line of dialogue you wrote this year?

That's REALLY hard, oof! To give myself an out, i'm going to categorize three separate lines :D

Truly a favorite single line? "We keep a piece of all the monsters we survive; if this meant that we became them, there'd be no good people left." - Derek, Of All My Crimes

Favorite exchange? “If you’re gonna suggest somethin’ like that to me, then you say exactly what you mean. You tell me what you mean by that, Thomas.” “You know what I mean,” Thomas insists. “Shucking say it.” “You’d have to kill me, Gally. You’d have to kill me.” - Gally and Thomas, Look Who's Inside Again

Favorite 'Monologue'? “Gally follows the rules. He makes life easy for himself. He tabs his Bluebook, he writes out all of colloquies even though he’s recited them a thousand times, hell, he labels all of his clothes so he knows what color they are. And he follows the rules. His house? You should have seen it, Newt. It was warm and taken care of and good. I always thought him like a raw material, stone, the crust of the earth, but that doesn’t give him the credit. He wasn’t born of stone, he has built himself, brick by brick, to be the way he is. ... ... I, on the other hand, am a goddamn disaster. And the worst part? After seeing the way he holds himself, I realize that I’m not even a natural one. I’m no hurricane or tornado. I do this to myself. Over and over and over, I am a self-saboteur, I am my own worst enemy. I can’t get out of my own head. I can’t stop acting on impulse, I get into so much trouble. And each and every night my mind cycles through every stupid thing I said, every stupid thing I did, realizing how many holes I’m going to have to pull myself out of tomorrow. And I try to be better, but I always end the day with more, and I keep counting them until it’s just me, driving myself insane until I fall asleep.” - Thomas, Conflicts of Interest

16. Who was your favorite character to write?

I really liked branching into other fandoms this year!

Allison Argent from Teen Wolf was super fun because she's still both practically a child but also has seen so much, and having her pair with Derek in such an angsty story has been really really fun.

Colin from Bandersnatch was also a kick because I was trying to figure out how to write from the perspective of someone who truly believes in conspiracy theories and alternate realities to the point of fanaticism (which I happen to not). Thomas from TMR may have a one-track mind, but Colin truly believes that PAC-Man's name comes from the term "power and control" (it does not) and is a game meant to be a symbolic representation for a nihilistic perspective on government and how life itself operates.

Thank you so much for the asks!!! (The questions are here) Sorry some answers went long, they just... I have many feels <3

#ask game #ask box memes #ask box games #ficwriting #writing wrapped 2022

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elmariachu · 3 years

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basically y/n stood up for her bestie deku against her other bestie bakugo and she wanted to go see him cs shes tired of seeing the two of them, mostly bakugo constantly at deku's throat ... -Part 1- (reader x bakugo x kirishima fluff)

first attempt at bnha fic... ill drop second part tmr

warnings : contains strong language lol

fluff ???? sfw!

Knock knock

"Who the hell is it?"A raspy, rugged voice called out or rather shouted out from the other side of the door.

'It's me.. y/n. I uh.." She hesitated for a moment, her mind drawing a blank at the sound of his slightly quavering voice. It's only about 7 PM, she thought to herself, surely he hadn't gone to bed yet... But was he maybe napping?

Fearing what his reaction to her next words might be, & despite having gone through this scene in her head many times, She kept quiet, her mind racing to find a valid reason for her to be at his dorm this late in the night.

"What the heck do you want?" Bakugo screamed out angrily, not attempting to hide his impatience.

"Bakugo... Listen, can we talk?" Her voice sounded, a tad desperate.

"Talk about what? I have nothing to say to you, dimwit. " He replied.

"Please? Bakugo, I just want to..." Sigh, She beat herself on the inside

Why did I think this would work? She wondered.

Her thoughts were quickly cut short.

"-If this whole thing is about what happened earlier, fucking save it. I don't want to hear any stupid shit you have to say. Go back to your room and leave me the fuck alone."

"Shitty nerd."

Holy, why was he so mad? It's nothing she wasn't accustomed to, but he really did sound pretty pissed, she thought. Maybe this was a bad idea. Or maybe nighttime was just a bad time for her to try to approach him...

Still, she didn't want to leave just yet, this will unquestionably pester her and leave her restless during the hours to come, and a sleepless school night didn't sound all that appealing to her.

"Bakugo... Please?" She begged.

No answer.

She sighed and rested her forehead against his door. She felt wronged, it was him that injured her, and she just wanted to see if he was okay, why was he mad? Ugh.

She did know why, but she still wanted someone to feel sorry for her. More so after being reprimanded by all of her classmates for jumping headlong into danger.

What was I supposed to do? She quietly thought. Just let him get scalded alive? Granted, those around were trying to help too, but their quirks were either too strong or too slow.

He could've handled it, he has better control of his quirk you know.

You shouldn't have done that, y/n, now it's the both of you that are hurt.

That was pretty stupid of you.

Yeah, yeah. I didn't care. I could deal with that much. I had a strong quirk after all.

All I could think back to upon seeing his frightened look at the sight of Bakugo revving up in preparation for an attack was the softness and warmth in his eyes when talking to me or any of the others. The expression which I steadily grew fond of.

Although I knew nothing of what they had going on between them,

I was simply sick of seeing him get pushed that far.

As she was lost in thought, trying to justify her appearance outside of Bakugo's dorm, she heard the nearby door to the left push open to which she slowly turned her head, moving it a few inches away from Bakugo's. Only for her eyes to land on a red, spikey set of hair strands.

He looked back at her inquisitively as he shut the door behind him.

" ...Y/n? Hey! is everything okay?" He asked with a fairly concerned look on his face.

"Oh, hey Kiri, yea... Why?" Seeing him was a breath of fresh air. But not in my current state. It was pretty obvious. I looked pathetic. She thought. Everything wasn't okay. I was alone in the boys' dorm section for one and... I was leaning against Bakugo's door for two. He probably heard him shouting on full blast a moment ago. No. I think all of UA did. Sigh

"What are you doing in front of Bakugo's room..?" He questioned.

I looked back at him silently. Wary so as not to piss the blond off any more than he already is, also a bit embarrassed by his question.

He quickly continues just as I'm about to answer.

"Do you feel better? you look better! And you came all the way here, I'm guessing you want to talk to him about what happened?"

"I do feel better, way better." And, yeah.." I continue "I was trying to." I say to him in a low, breathy voice. Flashing him a sarcastic smirk.

"I guess that explains all the yelling I heard just now." He replied back with a snicker.

"Well yeah... Heh. He seems really angry at me. I'm not sure if it's about what happened earlier or... some other reason?" I wait for his answer anxiously.

"That's the ol' Bakugo, you know how he is, you've been friends with us for long enough!" He says enthusiastically.

My visible worry seems to put him on edge, however. I notice his expression shift to a more serious one as he opens his mouth to speak again.

"y/n, you know, I get that you're worried about him and Midoriya and all, but I really think he should probably be left alone for now. " "He's upset.."

"Is he mad at me?"

"I guess so. But, I also think he's maybe feeling a bit of guilt."

I widen my eyes at his words.

"You know, I never expected him to actually do that to you, even if he meant to use it on Midoriya. The blast was too strong, I'm even surprised you're standing here right now."

"I guess I have my quirk to thank for that." I snickered.

"Yeah haha! your quirk is actually pretty strong, huh?" He replied.

"..Well, when used right, it is. But I guess I couldn't focus on many things at once? I managed to teleport in time to push Midoriya out of the way but as I tried to freeze Bakugo in place, the blast still went off. I'm assuming it's the same thing that happened with Todoroki's quirk.. How it's ineffective against heat or cold.."

"Huh, Wow... Is that how it works?-"

"-SHUT THE HELL UP YOU TWO FUCKING IDIOTS" A loud, angry bark let out from the room in front of me. Causing both of us to jump.

#bnha #mha #bnha fanfic #bnha bakugo #bakugo x reader #kirishima x reader #bnha kirishima #mha bakugo katsuki #bnha fluff #bnha x reader #bakugou katsuki #my hero academia #mha fic #bakugou imagine #kirishima x y/n #bakugo x y/n #bakugo x you #katsuki bakugo x reader

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lizacstuff · 3 years

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SCK ask (more 36/37)

(Asks under the cut)

Anonymous said: I agree with your takes on how the writers just aren't nuanced with Serkan's character, but there's also parts of the criticism that dip into acting choices rather than script especially knowing how much they improvise. I've seen people annoyed with certain tiny things like "why aren't they holding hands here" or "why doesn't he LOOK in love here" and it kinda makes me uncomfortable? If, for the fandom, basically everything edser do is "unscripted" then it feels like they're almost blaming Kerem

Oh boy this fandom and their “unscripted” this and “Edser left the chat” that. I can’t tell you how uncomfortable that makes me. It takes 100s of people to make this show, Hande and Kerem are not the writers, and while their personal closeness may impact their comfort levels while working, everything Edser does is NOT evidence of a relationship. Sheesh. So insulting to them as actors.

You know what narrative I’ve seen spring up that is also insulting? The “Kerem is so over this and has just checked out.” WOW, way to indict him and call his professionalism into question. I have not seen anything on screen that makes me believe this is true. The fans who say that I think are just really butthurt about this storyline and projecting it onto the actors, but they should realize what they’re saying when they do that. It’s extremely rude.

As for scripted vs unscripted, the actors make 100s of choices per episode that were not verbatim in the script, that is what they are supposed to do. They and the director interpret the script. As for fans criticizing Kerem for things like, “why aren’t they holding hands here” or “Why doesn’t Serkan look more in love there” not sure where that criticism is coming from, but that is probably during dialogue, that is scripted, where they are trying to create a certain mood and perhaps hand holding wouldn’t work in that moment. Or the exact look a random fan wants, wouldn’t work in that moment. Whether we like it or not, this set of writers have decided Serkan is an actual robot, that is not Kerem’s doing. At all.

Obviously, all that being said, there are a lot of wholly improvised scenes in this show. More than on any show I’ve ever watched. Anytime there’s a montage of them doing something, that’s improvised. The script probably says “Eda and Serkan make sandwiches” or “the gang plays volleyball” or “Eda and Serkan recreate the pottery scene from Ghost” and the actors go to town. We know from Kerem’s recent tweets that parts of when they were high were improvised, because he tweeted about how the horsey sound was inspired by the BTS video of 25 that he posted, and he talked about being inspired by the movie The Mask when improvising the tango scene. These actors are good at it, I’m glad the show recognizes that and continues to create opportunities for them to do that. But that shouldn’t be confused with them having control over the over-arching story that is being told. They don’t deserve any blame for this mess.

Anonymous said: i think the problem (about feeling disjointed that you were talking about in your asks) has to do with drastic tone shifts, which i feel has always been a prevalent problem in the show. the balance between too MUCH drama and heaviness to all of a sudden super light-hearted fluffiness, but none of the payoff for the past drama that occurred. or maybe some of the payoff is still coming with this new selin drama because i don't see what the other use for it would be.

Yes, lets hope there is payoff still coming. And good observation on the tone shifts, I agree with you, but I think prior to 29, the drama was less impactful to the viewer. The crash/amnesia storyline was so heavy and so upsetting that it’s like whiplash to have the lighter stuff when the characters are in that sort of agony. But I agree with you that that balance is where a lot of the disjointed feelings come from. They try to insert comedy to lighten up and against this horrible backdrop that only ends up either making the side characters look callous, or the main characters like they don't remember the last scene.

To your point about it always being there, I remember being like “whoa, what was that” when the narrative would be going merrily along and then suddenly throw some very heavy character stuff at us. Like in 6, when it’s a battle of wills and a merry race against time and then all of a sudden we are learning about Serkan’s brother dying and getting the first glimpse of his childhood trauma. Or in 10 when the tone shifts and we learn about how Eda’s parents were crushed by a retaining wall and the terror surrounding her claustrophobia. I remember thinking at the start this is such a light fluffy show, but they’ve really given the characters some heavy mental health stuff to deal with. Serkan has panic attacks, Eda has claustrophobia and some sort of narcolepsy, Aydan is agoraphobic. It’s always been pretty heavy underneath it all.

Anonymous said: You know what would be nice to see after the rejected proposal? If Eda doesn’t really give Serkan a reason and he decides that she must have said no because of the way he treated her during the amnesia days. And then we see him anguishing over it. The writers could actually have another chance here to write a better conversation for them. Will they do it? Probably not but it’d be nice.

If this is a device for Serkan to self-reflect, I’ll all for it. It would be nice!

Anonymous said: Do u think we’ll get another fragman? Maybe tmr or thursday?

I think we’ll get one later today, we shall see. I don’t know whether to eagerly await it or be terrified at the prospect. Hopefully, some of the footage they shot yesterday will be in it!

Anonymous said: For the next episode, I am manifesting a scene of Eda putting Selin in her place when she shows back up in the office. Not in a “Serkan is my man kind of way” but more you need to remember that “I have 45% of the shares & I am done putting up with your crap.” Would also love a scene of Selin saying that Serkan asked her to come back and Eda saying she does not care.

I’m kind of hoping that Selin never steps foot in Art Life again, but we shall see. However, I take your point, a scene like that would be satisfying to watch. Selin did not show nearly enough deference to Eda when Eda was a partner, while Selin demanded it when the tables were turned. It was maddening.

Anonymous said: So I am really hoping the fragman was misleading and the writers do not have Eda spending the whole episode trying to find out if Selin is really pregnant or not. Admittedly I am a tad bit bitter after the lack of a real apology from Serkan in the last episode and him telling Selin to stay at the company but that is still an awful story to give Eda after everything she has been through. Plus Deniz tells Eda to be careful of Selin and that she is after something which if it is just trying to trap Serkan with the pregnancy then why not just say that. Seems like Selin is up to something else as well. The scenes in the fragman do not seem to go together so hopefully this episode will actually be full of some good surprises.

We shall see. I think they have to have Eda investigating on her own to find out whether Selin is really pregnant or not for the plot. Anyway that’s what I’m speculating. She has to find out Selin’s really pregnant, without talking to Serkan (because I still believe he can debunk it immediately because he didn’t sleep with her), and decide to leave. Which will lead to what I hope we may see in the second fragman today. Airport scene!

However, that is just spec, we’ll have to wait and see.

#sck speculation #sck spoilers #sen cal kapimi #edser #sck episdoe discussion #sck 1x36 #sck 1x37 #sckask #asklizac

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petertingle-yipyip · 4 years

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This Feeling - Thomas

//Requested by rycbar-221b: heyyy! can i request a thomas (tmr) x reader fluff, where tommy and r were in love before the maze, and they meet again in the scorch and reader has a bunch of scars? so tommy asks what they were for and r reveals that jensen (aka ratface) tortured her after tommy’s betrayal bc they were in love, and lots of fluff anf angst and kisses plz thankyou//

//Tags: @rycbar-221b @writingsbychlo (bc i’ve decided to tag you in anything tommy that i post) // Warnings: Angst, brief language, alludes to violence, mentions and slight description of scars. Also, I did not edit this so please be nice//

Pairing: Thomas x Reader

Word Count: 2,800

Summary: She remembers, he doesn’t. When her story is too familiar to ignore, it’s hard for Thomas to place “This Feeling”. But something is different now. She’s different now.

He slammed his fist against the table, causing you to flinch. You clenched your fists, leaning your head against them for a moment before sitting tall and stretching your fingers. You stared down Janson, refusing to break first. You folded your hands neatly on the table, tilting your head slightly with a sly smirk climbing to your face.

“Did you really think I’d tell you anything?” You laughed. “What makes you think I knew anything about this?”

“You and Thomas were extremely close…” Janson said tensely. He quickly rubbed his mouth in frustration, leaning back in his chair with a sigh. “If you have nothing to say, maybe we need to jog your memory.”

“Do what you want.” You shrugged defiantly. “I don’t know anything.”

“We’ll see about that.” He said with finality.

As he stood, two guards came in and hauled you from your seat. They led you down hallway after hallway, down three sets of stairs to a level of the Compound you didn’t know existed. You were pushed into a dark room, pushed so suddenly you fell to your knees. A clattering came from beside you, and looking over you saw a long spear had been thrown at you.

The ground was slick with a thick substance, too thick to be water. Your feet slid as you stood. There was a faint blinking red light coming from the other side, the creek of a door opening. Suddenly, the room was full of a squelching sound mixed with the scrape of metal against concrete. There were screams, hollow monstrous noises that echoed. Quickly, you grabbed the spear and gripped it tightly. You weren’t prepared for what happened next.

“Y/N?” Harriet asked, shaking you gently. You jumped slightly, your head snapping up to see your friend. “You alright?”

“Yeah.” You nodded carefully, running your hand through your hair. “All good.”

“Found something you might wanna see.” She smiled mischievously as she led you out the building you and the rest of your friends had been camped out in. Most of your group stayed behind, feeling safe at WICKED’s compound. You saw through WICKED the moment you saw Janson.

You managed to break yourself out along with Harriet, Sonya, Aris, and a few others. Your group was small, which made it easier to hide. You found a building that was seemingly halted mid-construction, the tarps providing easy cover for you.

You came face to face with a group of about ten boys. Some were familiar, you had seen them at the Compound before you escaped with your friends. You scanned their faces, trying to remember names.

“WICKED?” You questioned simply.

“Group A.” Harriet replied with lifted brows.

“Ah.” You nodded, stepping closer to examine the boys. “Group A, huh? You don’t seem like a first group.”

“First the worst, second the best, maybe?” Harriet offered from behind you.

You laughed slightly before getting their attention.

“So which one of you are in charge?” You asked, nodding towards them. They looked between each other, seemingly having no chain of command. You stared with raised brows, waiting for an answer. “Do you speak English or…”

“Yeah, yeah sorry.” The brunette in front laughed nervously. You felt your heart slamming in your chest when he spoke. “I guess I’m in charge.”

“Alright.” You swallowed hard. “You got a name?”

“Thomas.”

“Thomas?” You questioned. “Do you, by any chance, remember anything before the Maze?”

You knew it wasn’t the question to ask right off the bat. Once it left your mouth, you instantly regretted it. But you had to know if there was a chance that he knew, a chance that your connection was strong enough.

“Things are coming back slowly but no, not really.” He studied your face as you stared at him. He watched your eyes shift from curiosity to disappointment. He could tell you were hoping to hear something else but he didn’t know what you were looking for. “Do you?”

“We’ll get to that later.” You waved a hand dismissively. “You boys can head inside. There’s not many of us but you’re more than welcome to stay.”

“Thanks.” Thomas offered a small but honest smile.

As the boys filed in, Harriet pulled you to the side.

“That’s him, isn’t it?” She asked anxiously. “The one that you told us about?”

“Yeah, that’s him.” You shrugged. “Once he looked at me, I- I felt something, something I haven’t felt since I lost him… But it’s pointless if he doesn’t remember.”

“He will.” She comforted you. “Just give him a little time.”

“You’ve looked better, Y/N.” Janson said smugly from the other side of the table.

You glared at him, not offering any words. You felt your blood boiling in your veins, your muscles itching to act. Your jaw was tightly clenched, enough to give you a small headache. Your breathing was heavy, your anger hard to contain. But you bit back your cruel words.

“I have to say I am a bit surprised you made it.” Janson continued when you refused to speak. “Any recollection of why Thomas released classified files?”

“We all got expectations…” You said carefully. “Sometimes they go wrong. I have no information for you, Rat Man. Same as two days ago.”

“Hmm.” He sucked his teeth obnoxiously. “Fine. Let’s see how well you do in a second round.”

You stood suddenly, leaning onto the table. Your palms were flat against the cool metal, arms locked as you faced Janson. “If you really think whatever monster you have cooking down there will kill me, you’re gonna have to do better than that slime ball with the metal legs.”

“We can do much better, Y/N.” He threatened.

“You think that a scar on my face is going to break me?” You laughed slightly. A result from your fight was a long gash from your hairline to your chin, cutting through your left eyebrow and skipping over your eye. It picked up on your cheekbone and was a straight shot down. Every word from your mouth felt like it was reopening the fresh would, but you had a point to make. “In the end, it’s my decision. So it’s my fault when it ends.”

You woke that night in a cold sweat. Your hands were shaking, old scars pulsing. You let out a sigh, throwing your arm over your eyes. Sleep was harder to find, especially in the Scorch. It never felt safe, but you knew your friends were doing better than you. You were more concerned about them than yourself, so you kept your struggles to yourself.

You headed for the open space at the other side of the room. You didn’t know if it was supposed to be a window, or if it was just broken down when the world collapsed. You didn’t necessarily care either.

When you got there, one of the boys was already sitting near it. You sat opposite of him, offering a small smile in greeting.

“Need some company?” You said, leaning on the wall beside the opening.

He chuckled slightly. “Couldn’t sleep either?”

“I don’t know the last time I slept through the night, honestly.” You shrugged. “Different nightmare every night, always comes back to the same thing.”

“Need to talk about it?” He offered gently.

“You actually wanna listen?”

“I’d like to know your name first but yeah, I’ll listen.”

“Before the Mazes, there was this boy…” You started carefully. You decided to leave out the part about the boy being Thomas simply for the fact that he didn’t seem to recognize you. “He did something crazy that WICKED didn’t like, so they sent him off. They took their anger out on me and it kinda haunts me. I guess...”

“How bad was it?”

Thomas realized then who you were. He didn’t know if it was your story or your voice that triggered it for him, but something about you felt right. You were Y/N, the motivation for him to leave the Maze. The appeal of running into the Scorch. The deep, empty feeling in his chest when he was in the Maze. You were the name on the tip of his tongue, begging to be said out loud. You were the memory that danced on the edge of his mind, waiting for him to reach out and reclaim. And now you were sitting in front of him, admitting all your pain. Pain he put you through.

“Pretty bad.” You nodded slowly. “It was enough for WICKED to keep me in the Compound instead of sending me in.”

“You never went into a Maze?”

“Nah.” You shook your head. “Never had my memory wiped either. I remember everything about life before this.”

“That’s heavy.” He said sadly. “Is that how you got-” He gestured to his own face, mimicking the deep scar on your own. “That was probably not the right thing to say, sorry.”

“All your boys are curious, aren’t they?” You chuckled.

“Some more than others.”

“I’ll tell you a story before it tells itself.” You scooted closer to him, letting the moonlight illuminate your features. Thomas had forgotten how beautiful you were, and the hazy figure in his dreams didn’t do you justice. “WICKED needed someone to test their monsters. What did you guys call the creatures in the Maze?”

“Grievers.” Thomas said quietly. He was still trying to process the scars on your body, the permanent reminder of what WICKED did to you.

“I called them Skitters.” You continued. “Anyways, WICKED wanted them to be potentially deadly without being murderous, I guess. I never really understood why they needed them. But I guess they needed them to be able to fight and not just attack. Especially when you started to figure out the Maze.”

“You fought Grievers?” He asked in awe. “And you survived?”

“WICKED couldn’t let their favorite test dummy die so easily.” You laughed bleakly. When you saw the concerned expression Thomas wore, you had to quickly redirect the conversation. “So, Thomas. What was it like in your Maze?”

“Y/N, I- I’m sorry.” He said honestly, his eyebrows furrowed as he shook his head.

“Thomas?” You said to get his attention. He looked up quickly, apologetic eyes finding yours. “I never told you my name.”

“Yeah, you did.” He countered. “You said it…” He tried to remember, but he then realized you never did tell him. “Huh, guess not.” He smiled nervously.

“You know me, don’t you?” You pressed, inching forward.

“If I had known they were going to do that to you, I-”

“You couldn’t have.” You shook your head, planting yourself by his feet. “I didn’t even know they were going to do that. Once they shipped you off, they sent me into that fight within an hour. They told me think with my head, not that thing in my chest. They just wanted me to sell you out, to tell them the extent of what you did.”

“I don’t know what I did.”

“Nothing WICKED didn’t deserve.” You shrugged. “T, listen.”

“T?”

“Thomas.” You corrected yourself. “Everything that happened after you left- this -” You gestured to your face. “-had nothing to do with you. This was WICKED getting back at me because I cared about you. And if they couldn’t punish you, they’d punish me.”

“My point, Y/N, is that they never should’ve put hands on you.”

“Technically, they didn’t.” You said with a devilish smirk as an idea came to you. “But you can.”

Thomas chuckled, placing hands on your hips so he could pull you closer. You swung your leg over his lap, moving to straddle him. Your hands slid up his chest slowly before finding their way into his hair. Thomas closed his eyes and hummed in delight at your gentle, purposeful touch.

He didn’t even realize what he was missing without you. He didn’t realize how relaxing your touch was, how sweet your voice was. He had forgotten how truly beautiful you were, from every angle. Thomas was quick to decide his favorite angle was when you were on top of him.

He leaned forward, pressing his lips to yours gently. You smiled against his lips, loving the contact you missed from him. His grip on your hips tightened slightly as he pulled you against him. Your fingers tugged gently on his hair, drawing a small groan from him. You chuckled slightly as his hands found their way up your shirt.

Thomas quickly jumped away, pulling his hands back after his fingers ghosted the deep circular scar on the center of your stomach. You stared in confusion, your feelings slightly hurt that he would pull away so suddenly. When you saw where his eyes were focused, you understood why he pulled away the way he did.

“You feel bad for me, don’t you?” You realized, your voice flattening. “Hold on to your opinions and stand by what you said.”

You knew what they had done to you was terrible and you hated WICKED for it. But the one thing you hated more than WICKED was pity. When Group B arrived at the Compound, a couple weeks after Thomas entered his Maze, you were littered with cuts and bruises you couldn’t hide. You didn’t want to hide your injuries, because you weren’t ashamed of them. You always understood that they were purposeful, that you had fought and survived.

“I feel guilty, Y/N/N.” He sighed, casually using the nickname he had always used with you.

“Get up.” You said plainly, standing and heading outside. You heard the scuffling of Thomas following. You turned to face him once you were outside, pausing to admire him in the moonlight. “Why do you think I brought you out here?”

He shrugged slightly, his mouth open but failing to produce any sound.

“I brought you out here so you could actually see what happened to me.” You said simply. You pulled your shirt over your head, holding the fabric between tightly balled fists.

“Holy shit.” He sighed.

“Look at me, Thomas.” You said firmly when he tilted his eyes to the nightsky. “Look at me.”

“What do you want me to say, Y/N?” He snapped, throwing his hands forward dramatically. “You don’t want me to apologize. You don’t want me to feel bad for you. What do you want from me?”

“I want you to look.” You stood firm until his eyes finally met yours. “I am covered in scars and bruises. You felt this one-” You pointed to your stomach. “-and you bailed. Why?”

“I wasn’t expecting it.” He tried to explain.

“I was stung.” You began explaining. “WICKED knew they had to up the ante with the serum, but they needed to see the effects before they could send it in. Once they cut my face and I didn’t give them any info, they wanted to break my mind.”

“Y/N, I-”

“No, this is the part where you listen.” You said firmly. “Alright? You don’t need to explain anything or try to come to terms with what happened to me. This is my story.”

“Then what is it about?” He cut in. “You just said that they did this to you because of what I did. But I don’t even know what I did! I don’t know how hurting you was supposed to be some sort of punishment for me!”

“This was a punishment for you, you moron.” You rolled your eyes.

“How does hurting you-”

“Because obviously seeing me like this hurts you!” You interjected. “God, Thomas, how are you so oblivious? WICKED didn’t do this because they wanted to leave me scarred and fucked up. I mean, they probably did, but the main point was that you’d eventually have to see me like this. You’d see it and blame yourself.”

Thomas stopped, pausing to digest your words. He realized that you were right. WICKED knew him better than he knew himself. WICKED knew Thomas would see your scars, feel your scars, and blame himself. WICKED wanted to hurt Thomas by guilt, by forcing him to look at the pain they caused you. He could tell that the scars didn’t bother you, not anymore at least. Maybe they did at some point, but that was long gone. Now, Thomas could tell that you saw your scars as a personal victory. WICKED wanted to break you, but they didn’t.

“Guess you won after all, huh?” Thomas offered a lopsided smirk, closing the distance between you. His hand landed on your hip and pulled you against him.

“You’re the one that I want.” You said calmly, any anger or annoyance you felt had melted when he flashed that smirk. “And if that’s really so wrong…”

“Then they don’t know what this feeling is like.”

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hoochy-coo · 3 years

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Tbh I hate that they put the blame on their other sisters for no longer wanting a part in their show especially when it comes to Kendall and Kylie. They weren’t even in young digits when there whole lives were exposed for the public to see and I can totally understand them now growing up and having no part in the show. Even now with Kourney, she admitted that being so open with her life was the one thing that made her unhappy and ruined her relationships and I can understand why you wouldn’t want to do that when it affected her so much. I kinda think Khloe and Kim are selfish in that way for not understanding there wishes

I wouldn’t say they’re selfish, rather that they’re unreasonable. It’s pretty clear by this point the Kim and Khloe are the only people from that family (and Kris obviously) that wants to keep rolling. The rest of them couldn’t care any mess if they go off air tmr - Kendall has her socialite/modelling career, Kylie has her makeup brands, Kourtney wants to be a full time mum that vacations all year long. If they don’t share and no one else is willing to then they’re well aware that no drama means no show.

Also let’s be honest, Khloe and Kim (and Kylie) have always been the most attention thirsty out of the bunch, so idk why they’re turning on the other sisters for not sharing when they so very clearly want the world to know their private business. Maybe not Kim anymore (I can see her having a shift in her mindset after everything that went down with Ye and their marriage) but Khloe consistently flaunts whichever dude she’s fucking at the time on the internet as a way to publicly “claim” him.

#ask #answer #the kardashians

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dimpledpran · 3 years

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hello i hope you've been having a few lovely days! i hadn't gotten a chance to pop around and greet you and continue our conversation sorry angel!! but i am here now!! also ugh the way desktop version of sending asks doesn't allow you to add like paragraph breaks and whatnot smh let me switch to mobile for this tbh...feel free to tell me about your last couple of days here, how have you been? what have you been doing? feeling the holiday mood or? :)

It is truly fascinating the way the internet can connect you with people all around the world. i know that the internet does have it’s cons but tbh my best friends are from across the lake (croatia) and im so thankful for the internet cause it brought me to them uwu.

Oh wow love your choice in fave characters!! JIANG YANLI LOVERS SQUAD! we love a person w taste lol

my faves are lan wangji, jiang cheng, wei wuxian and jiang yanli...the rest kind of fall under five lmao.

yunmeng jiang IS gorgeous i love it so much and it’s my fave sect too!!

wen qing really is a total baddie!!! i totally get why she’s your fave heh. mine’s yanli ofc )): precious bb angel 😭

oh? but i was told the audio drama is translated somewhere? it’s like in video version with subtitles!! if i can get the link from my best friend again, would you like it? but also yeah i really do love the drama a lot! it is full of such a gorgeous cast like dang lol

i don’t think i have a fave song from the album tbh skdjdj which mind you ive only listened to it all the way through once 🤭

Ngl i have just watched the drama all the way through everything else i’ve left it halfway idk why im like this lmaoooo but i think i answered back all the questions i asked

i will be back later with the other questions once i make a list hehe

take care and stay safe!! — classified cultivators friend ❤️✨

I shall put my reply below the cut. haha

Hello dear friend! Good to see you back! 😊 No worries at all love. I understand that it might be busy times. The weekend was a bit rough, had sleeping trouble. So my brain is being woozy right now. Hope that i get some good rest tonight. 🤞🤞

YESS! I really wish it would allow to add paragraph breaks. I know shift+enter works for FB, but apparently not for Tumblr. 😣

It has been a tiring few days, but christmas shopping is done! My office is having secret santa gift exchange and a lunch tmr, so I am excited for that! Holiday mood is definitely here! haha😆

I totally feel you! Some of my closest friends are people I met through the internet. The only annoying thing is that you can’t meet them as much as you want to.

HAHAHHAHA yesh! How can anyone not like Jiang Yanli??

I went to google if there was a translated version after your previous ask ,and found the link. I downloaded the first season, so I’m gonna start it this week! I’M EXCITED! Cos my friend has raved about it, but i always thought I cant experience it. But now I can! Yeah they really found the perfect ensemble.

Aww Are you a native speaker? For me I think it was that struggle to enjoy the music and pay attention to the lyric translation at the same time, that made it hard to fully immerse myself in it.

Hahahha there is a lot of adaptations, and there is alot of time. You can work through it slowly. No pressure.

How about you? Do you celebrate christmas or participate in the holiday season? I look forward to your questions. I hope you have a great week ahead. Sending you all the love and positive vibes. Take care and stay safe! 🥰🥰

#mdzsnetcc #answered #anon friend

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belphegor1982 · 5 years

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Thought I’d make a the Mummy/Returns fic recs posts for @counterwiddershins (EDIT: whom I can tag now!) because they asked for recs. So here are my favourite (complete) Mummy stories under the cut in alphabetical order, title-summary-why it’s on my list style. A few are Old, because I discovered this fandom in 2003 and there’s some great oldies. Hope you - and anyone else looking for great fics - enjoy them!

As Sweet as This / Coming Clean, by robot-iconography

Summary: Evelyn reflects on the changes Ahm Shere has wrought upon her brother, husband, and son. / Rick takes his life in his hands as he faces his greatest challenge ever: fatherhood.

Comments: I put these two in the same bag because they’re basically a diptych. They’re like two sides of the same coin. On one hand, you have a lovely story in Evy’s voice, on the other, a hilarious one in Rick’s. Both stories are sweet and more touching than they sound.

Circumstantial Evidence, by robot-iconography

Summary: “She could be damnably silly at times; she dressed like a spinster and carried herself like bloody royalty; but she was my baby sister, the only one I’d ever have. I’d been through hell to get her back, and now I was going to lose her anyway.”

Comments: Probably my favourite Mummy story ever. I love it so much I translated it into French in 2004, and even more so now I’ve read PG Wodehouse. Basically, there is canoodling, funny misunderstandings, and the closing scene is adorable (and made me discover Ella Fitzgerald’s “Always”, which is perfect as Ella Fitzgerald always is). Peak Carnahan siblings shenanigans and a great Rick.

Deeper Within Darkness, by Laurie M

Summary: It is a truth universally acknowledged that wherever Rick O'Connell and Evelyn Carnahan are, trouble is not far away. What begins as an innocent night out soon leads to danger that threatens all of Egypt.

Comments: a great follow-up on the 1st film, with still-developing relationships, a mysterious medallion, and ghostly (sort of) crocodiles. The main four are very well written. 3rd person limited POVs alternate with 1st person POVs in a very natural way, allowing us glimpses into the characters’ heads. Sometimes a little bit sombre, but a lovely story.

A Favour for a Friend, by queueingtrilobite [orphan account]

Summary: Roped into doing a favour for a friend, Jonathan finds himself in charge of an antiques shop in Cairo. This is honestly the very last favour he's going to do for anyone. Ever.

If you ship Ardeth and Jonathan, there’s plenty of fun and/or feelsy stories for you! Like this fun little romp, which features a hilarious style, a Jonathan who is equally good at thinking on his toes as he is as making disasters happen (being a bit of a disaster himself).

Finding Ma’at, by exchequered [orphan account]

Summary: “Hamunaptra Cruises.” Ardeth’s tone was thoughtful. “Do you not fear a curse upon your enterprise, for naming it thus?”

Another Ardeth/Jonathan fic - and boy, this one is *chef’s kiss* I mean, the only three tags are Tourism, Pining, and denial is a river in Egypt :D

Hereafter, by Marxbros

Summary: After TMR. Imhotep has raised Ancksunamun and conquered the earth. Rick, Evy, Ardeth, Jonathan, and some new characters must find each other to defeat Imhotep once more.

Comments: ooh, this one’s a monster to tackle (134k words), and it gets pretty epic - and is worth every second of reading. The OCs are great, necessary, and everyone gets their chance to shine.

Never Spellbound by a Starry Sky, by robot-iconography

Summary: Strange goings-on mar Rick and Evelyn's wedding preparations. Can they and Jonathan solve the mystery?

Comments: another follow-up on TM, as Evy and Rick navigate their relationship and how much they should wait before any sort of hanky-panky. Life interferes in the form of a mysterious object (though NOT the obvious one) and the three are thrust into adventure again. There are battles with the mosquito netting, someone getting a few stitches on their arse (again, not the obvious choice), and all the chapter titles come from dialogue from Elizabeth Peters’ Crocodile on the Sandbank. It’s often hilarious and the dialogue is to die for.

The Mummy: Curse of the Seven Scorpions, by Jac Danvers

Summary: Libby O’Connell hasn’t heard from her brother in years. The word ‘mummy’ meant nothing to her. But when a tiny gold scorpion is revealed to have much greater value, she is thrust back into her family’s life, and the life of a man she once hated.

Comments: back in the day, the “Rick’s sister tags along and falls in love with [usually Ardeth]” trope was a staple of Mummy fanfic, and one I didn’t have much interest in. This little story, mostly set after TMR, is a fun romp; Libby is a good character, well handled, and the little developing romance with Jonathan is fun to watch.

Sidekick, by madsthenerdy girl (on FFnet here)

Summary: Jonathan honestly tries to be a big brother. No, really.

Comments: Fantastic portrait of Jonathan through the years, warts and all, and his relationship with Evy (and later Alex). It’s heartfelt, often funny, and honest (sometimes painfully).

Take That, Bembridge Scholars!, by seren-ccd

Summary: The world has been saved and there's really only one thing left to do. Evy writes a strongly worded letter to the Bembridge Scholars. Oh, she gets married, too.

It’s a great look at Evelyn, Rick and Jonathan in a few scenes, from the night after Hamunaptra to the start of Rick’s and Evy’s life as a married couple, interspersed by extracts from the aforementioned strongly-worded letter (and it’s great).

The Tenth Plague, by Khedi (on FFnet here)

Summary: Did anyone while watching The Mummy wonder about what would have happened if the tenth of the Biblical plagues had come to pass?

Not a death fic (well, not quite) but a great little look at (again, I’m nothing if not predictable) the Carnahan siblings just after they get back to Cairo after The Mummy. It’s a punch in the feels and a hug. I love it.

Travelers by Night, by 20thcenturyvole

Summary: Very quickly, Jonathan weighed the odds. On one hand, potential death, whether by armed bandits, a mummy’s curse, or people who looked like bandits and who were very angry about someone unleashing a mummy’s curse. On the other hand, potential riches, home ground, and topics of conversation other than what happened at school fifteen years ago and who got it in the neck where.

A great look at Jonathan post-first film and a great take on Ardeth, too. Can be shippy if you tilt your head and squint, or not. Your call.

We Three Together series, by Tinydooms

Basically a series that can act as a novelisation for The Mummy, mostly “missing scenes” and character studies. A joy to read if you like Evy, Rick, and Jonathan.

The Witches’ Library, by jones2000 (on FFnet here)

Summary: He would like to state emphatically for the record that none of this was his fault, thank you very much. It was all entirely coincidental. He should know by now that these things have a tendency to snowball. Or, Jonathan doesn't need the O’Connells to find trouble.

Comments: I read this last year and it immediately made my shortlist of favourites, on top of hitting me in the heart and over the head with the subtlety of a freight train. I even made a rec post about it. The writing is so sharp it might as well be written with a bloody scalpel, the OCs are fascinating, and Jonathan is somewhat jaded but still wonderfully entertaining. It’s the only post-WW2 Mummy story I’ve ever loved (read?), and certainly the only one that incorporates Tomb of the Dragon Emperor elements I’ve ever loved. Give it plenty of reviews, it deserves them.

Edited to add a few and make it more dash-friendly :o)

Also, I wrote a few things if you’re interested:

After the Sunset: What’s left to do, after saving the world and riding triumphantly into the setting sun? A lot, as it turns out. Our Heroes ride camels, negotiate the shift from acquaintances and allies to something like a family, and encounter a couple of surprises good and bad on the way back from Hamunaptra. (Or, the one where Evelyn and Rick discover the contents of their saddlebag, Jonathan finds out that whiskey doesn’t quite cut it when a scarab has burrowed its way into your hand and arm and out your shoulder, and Ardeth gives his name and saves the day. Well, night.)

Long one-shot set just after “the end” of The Mummy.

Fairy Tales and Hokum: 1937: Two years after the events of Ahm Shere, the O’Connells are “required” by the British Government to bring the Diamond taken there from Egypt to England. In Cairo, while Evelyn deals with the negotiations and Rick waits for doom to strike again, Jonathan bumps into an old friend of his from university, Tom Ferguson. Things start to go awry when the Diamond is stolen from the Museum and old loyalties are tested...

This one is looong. It’s 160k+ words. (also took me 16 years to finish but shhh)

Carnahan-O’Connells musings and snapshots: Headcanons and one-shots about the disaster family.

Like it says on the tin - mostly headcanons with a few actual stories with dialogue.

I know, there’s not a lot of them, but they’re my very favourites. If you have other recs, feel free to add them!

#fic recs #the mummy films

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