#had to hold myself back from turning this suggestive lmao
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i had a sleep paralysis nightmare this morning.
so i decided to make content out of it 👍
but really, sometimes if i'm not feeling well, i daydream about one of the characters i simp really like helping/comforting me.
n this time i started daydreaming about Nightmare comforting me. bc this was the worst sleep paralysis i ever had, and it left me feeling on edge for a bit after waking up. (i don't usually get nightmare-ish sleep paralysis)
n so i decided to make it into a little Nightmare x reader drabble where reader has a sleep paralysis nightmare, based on the one i had this morning.
this goes from horror to fluff real quick lmao. hope yall like it! :>
if you want to skip the sleep paralysis, go straight to the pink sentence!
(tw: sleep paralysis. sleep paralysis demon.)
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You're laying in bed, with half of your vision blocked by the hood of your jacket. All you can see is your bed.
You go to lift your hood.
But you can't move.
But you feel your arms move.
You feel yourself move to grab your hood. As heavy as it may feel, you're sure you did it.
But your hood is still there.
You don't see your hand.
Panic wells up in your stomach. You can't move. You can't see.
Gathering the little strength you have in your groggy state, you try to push yourself into a sitting position.
Again, you feel yourself scoot up the wall behind you.
But you don't see anything change.
Your vision feels frozen.
Closing your eyes, you try again to push your hood up.
When you open them, you can see your hand grabbing your hood.
But your hood is still there. and your hand is frozen in place. even though you feel it at your side again.
It's like your vision is broken.
But closing your eyes helped?
You close your eyes, and attempt to push yourself up again.
Opening your eyes, you think you're sitting up now. at least a little bit.
You close your eyes again and attempt once more to push your hood off your head.
It's off your head. You feel it on your neck.
When you open your eyes, you're laying down and your hood is blocking half your vision.
You try again.
You're sitting up. You can see your room.
You can see your window.
Something passes by your window. A shadowy figure. It looked humanoid, but were those antlers?
You're scared.
It happens again.
Your mother is in the room now. You're trying to ask for help, but she seems confused, and you can't get the words out.
She's standing near the window. Not too close, but you're scared.
Something. someone. appears at the window. but not outside it. They're inside.
Their eyes are wide, and they have an unsettling smile. Something about them seems deeply wrong.
You try to scream, and point at them to alert your mother.
Nothing but air comes out.
When your mother turns around, she only seems more confused. She doesn't see them.
Are you hallucinating?
You see something else in the corner of your eye. A dark figure.
You turn your head to look at it.
... Nightmare?
It's Nightmare. He's standing at the foot of your bed. Looking at you with a calm, yet concerned expression.
You remember you'd been living in his castle for a while now. This is your room in the castle... So why is your mother here?
Looking back, your mother and the unsettling person is gone.
Everything seems clearer. You feel like you can move better.
You look back at Nightmare as he walks closer. "Nightmare?" You spoke. You can speak again.
He stops next to you and places a hand on your head, comfortingly petting your hair. "You are safe. It is only sleep paralysis." His tone is soft, made to comfort you, and it works. You feel some of the fear melt away. You feel protected.
"Sleep paralysis?" You remember what it is, and it makes sense, but you ask anyways.
"Yes." He leans down and places the hand not petting your hair on your chest, just below your collar bones. "You should wake up now."
Everything fades out.
And you open your eyes.
Nightmare is sitting in a chair next to your bed, with a hand on your forehead. He'd pushed the hood off your eyes while you were asleep.
He opens his eye a second after you, and smiles warmly. "There you are."
You blink up at him, but immediately decide not to do that again, as the fear of falling back in runs through you. Instead, you decide to sit up, and Nightmare retreats his hand as you do, looking slightly more concerned, as he likely noticed your fear.
He places the same hand on your back to rub soothingly, and leans a bit closer, using the other to gently guide your chin to look at him. "Don't worry. You are safe.. I'm here." His words are firm, but so gentle.
Your face is warm at how intimate his hand on your chin feels, and his very smooth and handsome voice in your ears, yet it also helps so much to relax you and make you feel safe.
Half to distract from the warmth in your face, even though he's definitely noticed, judging by how his expression turns more smug than concerned, and half out of genuine curiosity, you finally speak. "Um... was that- was that really you in my dream?"
It seems to work to distract him as he answers. Moving his hand from your chin to tuck some hair out of your face as he does so.
"Darling, that wasn't a dream, that was a nightmare." His expression regains a bit of concern for a moment as he pauses, but it's gone before he speaks again. "But yes, that was me. I'd felt your fear as I was passing by your room, and when I came in, I saw that you were having a nightmare, so I decided to lend my aid." His hand had moved from your hair once he was done righting it, and is now resting on the bed, next to your thigh.
"I'm sure you know of my ability to enter and control dreams and nightmares. Sleep paralysis is no different. I was happy to help you out of yours, little shadow." His smile is fond as he raises his hand once more to cup your cheek, and rub his thumb over it, leaning a little closer as he does.
Your cheeks feel warm again, at how close he is, and how gentle his hand is on your cheek. You can't help the urge to lean into his touch, and so you don't even try to fight it, placing your hand over his as you lean into it.
Even though you know you weren't in any real danger, you still feel like he saved you. You're grateful to him. You're not sure how to repay him, but you do know what you so badly want to do in this moment.
Placing your free hand over his collar bone and lightly grip at his sweater, you lean a bit closer to his face, and look down at his mouth. but you stop there and look to the side.
You retreat that bit you'd just leaned in, your face feeling much warmer now. You don't know what you're doing. Maybe your lack of good sleep gave you too much confidence. As if The Guardian of Negativity would want to kiss you. What were you thinkin-
Nightmare chuckles. You look back at him with widened eyes.
His smug expression is mixed with that of fondness... You sometimes forget that he can basically read your mind... Fuck.
You look away again. Your face feels like it's burning.
But you quickly look back when he gets much. much closer. His hand moving from your cheek to the side of your neck, and brushing into the hair on the back of your head, while his other hand slides down your back to the lower half.
He chuckles again, no doubt at how red your face is, and your shocked expression. "Darling, if you thought I wouldn't want to kiss you just as bad as you want to kiss me right now, you'd be sorely mistaken.~" He just about purrs, inches from your mouth.
The hairs on your neck and arms stand as he speaks, and both your hands ball into his sweater over his chest. You didn't think you could get warmer, but you do.
His cheeks are looking a little flushed too as the lid over his socket lowers, and he looks down at your lips, before slowly, and gently closing the gap.
It's a very tender and loving kiss. Not what you were expecting coming from him, but it's amazing.
You lean into it the moment the shock melts away. You feel like you're melting in his arms.
After another long, blissful moment, he pulls away, before picking you up to move you over and make room for him on your bed, and climbs in next to you.
Once he's laid down, he pulls you close again, and combs through your hair, nuzzling your face, before sighing into your cheek, and then kissing it. "You make me soft..."
You're so full of warm feelings right now, it's almost overwhelming, and you hope it's not overwhelming for him. It's all so hard to believe, but seems so genuine. More genuine than you'd ever seen Nightmare. To think he'd let his guard down so much with you.
You almost let out a giddy giggle as you bury your warm face in his sweater, just under his chin, and he wraps his arm tighter around you, using one of his tentacles to pull your blanket over both of you.
As you lay comfortable and warm in his arms, feeling his chest rise and fall against you with his breath, you start to feel yourself falling back to sleep. You forget you even had that nightmare before all this.
The last thing you hear and feel before you're asleep again is Nightmare placing a kiss on the top of your head and speaking, almost in a whisper.
"Goodnight, little shadow."
#had to hold myself back from turning this suggestive lmao#wanted it to jus b fluff so ppl who don't like suggestive can enjoy it to :>#nightmare feels a bit out of character here#but that could just be bc out of context. him being super soft to someone seems vry out of character lmao#reader makes him feel soft and mushy inside#n he's finally letting that out wif cuddles :3#i thought abt making it rice bc this feels more in character for him#but yall barley know rice lmao if at all#don't even have his design out. so ye#nightmare x reader#i rly like the 'little shadow' nickname for nightmare's reader -v-)#nightmare sans#dreamtale#undertale#undertale au#sleep paralysis#didderd writes#the person in the nightmare with the unsettling smile actually looked kinda like chucky the doll but with like. an adults body#i was gonna kinda describe that. but this felt like it kept the pacing better :p
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NIGHTMARES IS INCREASING...
Samuel is dealing with the horrors just fine! hes fine. just needs a lil laudanum to take the edge off. Just a little, tiny, several bottles of laudanum,
wheezes and collapses HI HELLO I HAVE FINALLY FINISHED..... THIS!!!!.... I don't know what possessed me to make this out of pixels but im v pleased with how it came out!!
[Everyone has been extremely cool abt this!! but just to be sure: no Fallen London spoilers/suggestions/hints in tags, replies, etc. please! I'm still in the middle of some of the stories referenced here and I'm excited to discover it all for myself! ]
Nightmare sources referenced here:
A small, velvet-lined box from Light Fingers
The coiling spire bit from Light Fingers
Poor Edward from Light Fingers
I Shot the Albatross from the southern wind zee dreams
and of course, the Comtessa
At some point during Light Fingers I finally grabbed some laudanum to help with nightmares before some zee trip or other, and discovered that once you're Important, taking laudanum gives you "A Less Than Laudable Laudanum Habit" and that the initial, normal result is locked once your habit gets over level three. Naturally, I HAD TO KNOW.... WHAT HAPPENED AT OTHER LEVELS.....
I'd also decided to finally do the rest of the Watchful MYN at University, which I'd already heard about from several friends as a place where you are constantly going insane from the mundane stress of just, like, uncooperative witnesses while trying to solve a murder. The timing ended up perfect -- Samuel just coming back from the horrors of the Orphanage in Light Fingers and Trying To Be Normal And Hold Down A Normal Job For A Bit, and maybe just a lil laudanum to keep it together for class, and when withdrawal is ratcheting up everything, some annoyances like "can't find info for your murder investigation" might just tip you over the edge,
hilariously he hit level 8 on the laudanum habit -- helpfully labelled "a wretched slave to the hellish stuff" and the point where it stops working altogether -- IMMEDIATELY before running into a step of light fingers where you have to get rid of all your nightmares before you can proceed. HAHA OOPS.
ANYWAY HE STILL HAS IT BECAUSE IT TURNS OUT, IT TAKES A REALLY REALLY LONG TIME, TO KICK A LAUDANUM HABIT...... i, uh, dont recommend giving urself a laudanum addiction but narratively im having a great time lmao
#shazz art#art#omg colour#pixelart#fallen london#fl: the bloodstained deacon#light fingers#ambition: light fingers#light fingers spoilers#actually the most stressful thing abt the laudanum habit is his austere and hedonism getting completely out of control lmao#he started with austere 10 and was just BARELY austere enough to pray at the end of the university investigation#fallen london oc
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Medievall au Konig…
King of a neighboring kingdom, who is declaring war. The king and queen, parents of Ghost’s princess, offer her hand in marriage as a peace offering. inviting him over to shortly court/get to know the princess, but falls in love with her lady in waiting? (or any type of servant/help type worker)
God this is dangerously close to my cursed king König from my novel and I am for REAL holding myself back here. This isn't going to be König's new medieval au, but I wanna see Ghost sweat and I love causing the princess pain. So I’m using my cursed König here, because I love him, and also because he’s just a little fucked up, and also also because he is just... incapable of loving the princess lmao
You hate this.
Your maids have spent all day preparing you to meet a man that could become your husband. A king. You pout as they scrub you with perfumed soaps, rubbing scented oils into your skin and hair until every nook and crevice if you is soft and sweet. It's truly the most extensive bath you've ever had, and all you can think of is how badly you don't want it to end. The same with your makeup and your hair, all the primping and poking takes far longer than you would've liked, and yet far shorter than you need. It's miserable, and your maids are too chatty, too excited. They don't leave you alone long enough to cry.
Your parents, well your mother, have planned a rather elaborate dinner to introduce you and the neighboring King. You desperately want to kick and scream, throw things and make a mess until someone takes notice of your misery and puts a stop to it. Your maids tighten the strings of your dress, fix your necklace until it sits just right on your chest, spritz you with perfume, and tip your tiara until it catches the light with the sparkle of tears in your eyes.
"You look beautiful m'lady," your lady in waiting smiles, squeezing your shoulders tight in an approximation of a hug. It's not a comfort. You feel like a horse being trussed up for the market. You say nothing, you think she gets the idea. She's always been a good friend to you. "Maybe he'll be terribly rude and ugly, and the King will kick him out before the meal is over," she suggests.
"One can only hope," you mumble.
Ghost isn’t waiting for you outside your quarters door. Your eyes dart around the hallway, past the knight that offers you an introduction. He should be here, why isn’t he here? He wouldn’t leave you if something important didn’t come up, something must have happened. You turn to your maid, confusion stealing away your anxiety for the moment.
“Where’s Ghost?” You ask her. You hardly have a spare moment to feel sorry you’ve ignored this poor knight who you’re sure is his stand-in.
“Orders of the King,” The knight tells you, “I’ll be your guard from now on.”
Your heart falls. They’re really serious about this. You wonder if your mother put up a fight, if she was the one to suggest it. It feels like a betrayal of the highest order to look at this knight and tell him.
“I’ll be in your care.”
When all you want to do is throw a royal fit and tell him to get Ghost or get out. You suppose you could. You could go back into your room and send word you won’t be attending anything. Be a true royal brat. You shudder to think what would become of you if you did. Without Ghost to protect you, there’s no telling how quickly you’d be dragged from your quarters. Placed in front of your royal guest kicking and screaming, what a first impression that would be.
It feels like a funeral procession walking down the hall towards the formal dining room. Your feet hardly want to carry you, but you can’t run with an unfamiliar knight at your heel. For all you know he’d chase you down under your parents orders. That was the one thing you never had to worry about with Ghost, perhaps you took it for granted how loyal he was to you and only you.
You stop in front of the heavy wood doors. You don’t even get a moment to collect yourself, barely get a squeeze of your hand from your lady-in-waiting before the guards on either side open them. Immediately your worry over Ghost is replaced by anxiety for yourself.
The doors open, the guests at the table stand, and you look up, up, up, at the man you assume is your neighbor King. The height of him, the sheer mass of musculature and masculinity frighten you. You thought Ghost was tall, does this fucker come from a land of giants? The King tips his head to you, and you dip into a low curtsy. As well trained as ever.
"König," your father smiles, a ringing rising in your ears as König stares you down, "this is our daughter, Princess-" You wish you could say he at least seems interested in you. He doesn't. His eyes look bored at best and disdainful at worst. You wish you could say more but the lower half of his face is masked. You'd wonder what that was about, if you weren't so terrified that this man was going to take you away, he doesn't even seem to want you.
The man, König, has an air of violence to him, madness almost. An air you find infecting your mind even as you walk to your seat. The proximity to him doesn’t help the feeling that if any man would be the hand in your death it would be him. You can hardly imagine what a marriage to him would entail. How cruel could he be, when you couldn’t even sense a spark of warmth from him.
You knight pulls a chair out for you, and you sit, moving on pure instinct. König's eyes slide off of you to touch your maid as she leans to speak to you. You barely hear her over the ringing in your ears, your breath coming short as you stare at your place setting. Did you leave your heart in your room? It feels like you must have, you hardly think it's beating.
You feel like every muscle in your body is pulled taught, tightening to keep your skeleton from shaking. You can’t think against the rising wave of dread that settles over your mind. Your vision is so fuzzy, and the crown on your head is impossibly heavy. The weight of awful responsibility. An animal raised for slaughter, that’s all you are, all you’ll ever amount to. Another bargaining chip in your parent’s pocket to be thrown on the table in front of any unwed king they find important enough.
This is worse than an interview with a nobel. There’s no need for a formal meeting between you and a king. If he likes the look of you he can take you. There’s nothing more that needs to happen to make you his. A wedding is a formality. You’re sure that giant of a man has never heard ‘no’ in his life, and even if he had you’re sure that no didn’t last long. Where is your gentle knight? Why do you have to be doomed to a nightmare when so many other girls get to be loved?
Someone touches you. No one is supposed to touch you. You jerk away, the world snapping back into focus with a rush of sound and color. You maid crouches next to you, your hand between hers, concern clear in the furrow of her brow. You look around the table, the startled expression of your parents, König's wide eyes. Your lady in waiting swipes her handkerchief over your wet cheeks silently. Are you crying?
"I'm sorry," you smile at the other people seated at the table, "I'm just- just so excited at the prospect of marriage I suppose." Your lady- your friend fixes König with a sour expression, still dabbing at your makeup. You glance at your mother to try and pick up the conversation, maybe salvage this torture. She isn’t looking at you, her eyes set on König. Her expression is placating, her smile as warm as a crocodile’s. Political, just like you are supposed to be.
The air in this room is stifling. Your parents love you, but they care about you only as far as you’re useful to them. Despite your mother’s previous words, a king is too good a deal to pass up. Just like a princess throwing a tantrum in the middle of the night is too disgraceful to mention in the morning.
“She’s not usually like this,” your mother tells König, her voice sweet, “she must be nervous in the face of a man so…” König raises a brow, despite the full plate of food in front of him, he has yet to remove his mask, “handsome.”
You shove off your maid’s fussing, your skin crawling to be touched by anyone. You’re going to be sick. You hardly mutter an ‘excuse me’ before you’re running from the room.
#cod x reader#x reader#könig cod#könig x reader#könig call of duty#könig fanfiction#könig#knight!ghost#medieval au#even tho he isn't in this lol#it is Ghost's story#simon ghost riley x reader#simon ghost riley#könig mw2#konig cod
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Take Me Back To Eden - The Summoning (Part 5)
(Nayeon x Fem!reader) & (Mina x Fem!reader)
Take Me Back to Eden - Choke Hold - Part 1
Take Me Back To Eden - Granite - Part 2
Take Me Back To Eden - Aqua Regia - Part 3
Take Me Back to Eden - Ascensionism - Part 4
Word Count: 8.1k
Fluff/Angst/Suggestive
Summary: Y/N leaves Nayeon's apartment and gets a phone call from an unexpected person, resulting in a hang out session that quickly develops into a series of unexpected events.
TW: Cursing, teasing, momo is there for a second, mina is here, references to sex, making out for sure, abusive behavior (nayeon is crazy yall) a dream sequence thats a little wild, choking, crime, uh....jihyo is upset? its a lot lmao
A/N: We are taking an interesting turn in the story lmao. Per usual we are thanking the moots bc they listen to me rattle ideas off constantly and keep me sane while I stress myself out lmao @saiiidahyunee @nr1chaedickrider @miinatozakiii and @neoplatinum. <3
I also did not proof read this one as much as the others bc I don't have as much time on my hands now, so sorry if it seems a little off but thank you for reading either way<33
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“Mina?” perplexed immediately at the idea of the quietest person you were acquainted with calling you, especially at a time where you were completely overwhelmed.
“Momo told me what happened and I asked for your number… I hope that's okay.” She's so soft spoken it almost shocks you to hear her say this many words at once.
Slowly coming to a halt at a red light while putting your phone on speaker and replying “Yes, that’s totally okay…uhm, sorry, I’m…a little all over the place right now.” mind flashing back to the struggle of processing what possessed you to let your guard down around Nayeon…again.
This was the first real conversation you were having with Mina, always around each other but saying few words, with the exception being pleasantries and small conversations about video games that had just been released or what lego sets she was currently building.
There was a comfort there, an almost silent respect for who and how she was. Calm, quiet, collected in the face of new company. Shying away from conversation but always aware of everyone around her.
The members of Twice, especially Momo, always teased her about being so silent. It was always in good fun, but there were a few times you stepped in to tell her to lay off Mina and to respect that she was on the quieter side instead of pushing her to the point of speaking when she didn’t want to.
It’s almost like she can hear the hesitancy in your voice and your eyes searching around you as you try to figure out what to say to break the awkwardness that was brewing. You weren’t exactly in a stable mindset at the moment, for multiple reasons and weren’t exactly sure what the phone call was for.
“I know we don’t really know each other too well but…uhm, I know we have some common interests and that you could probably use a friend right now…so I figured I would call and see if you wanted to get a coffee or something…or maybe just sit on the couch and play videogames or… something.” half way stumbling through the sentence, showing a little nervousness as she spoke.
Myoui Mina wants to hang out? The same Mina who barely speaks up during group activities, is asking to spend time with you? Not that you would oppose her company but it seems so out of character for this to be happening.
“That sounds…really nice. I’d love to. Would you…want to text me your schedule for the next week or two and we can plan it from there?” Smiling back at her through the speaker attempting to hide the disbelief that overshadowed most of your other feelings.
“Sounds good, I’ll text you.” sounding a little panicked, she hangs up as quickly as she calls.
She was right, with you two having a few hobbies in common, it was unfortunate that you hadn’t hung out before. Nayeon was always so “protective” over you that there were certain members she wouldn’t let you hang out with alone. Jihyo, for obvious reasons, Sana, and Mina.
You didn’t pretend that you understood why she was so adamant on you not hanging out with Sana alone until now. Hindsight is 20/20 and Nayeon was worried that you would find comfort in the arms of someone else the same way she did. The puzzle suddenly solved, the behavior that you used to view as protective, now unmasking itself to divulge its true form. Control.
You were simply a bragging right to Nayeon and nothing else. “Look how amazing she is, that she did this for me.” always bragging about you to her members, especially when Jihyo was there. Motive is only clear now, as you unfold the intricate details and analyze her behavior from your memories.
Possessive, controlling, and selfish. The behavior she showed you was very well disguised but small moments reveal the truth. Her covertness was easily picked apart now that you were close to having all the information when a loud horn blares from behind you. Looking up to a Green light, hitting the gas pedal quickly as you continue on the way home, trying not to get too wrapped up in your head.
Your phone starts vibrating again, being sure to check the name before you answer this time. Momo’s name lights up on the screen, “Speaking of the devil” huffing because you wanted to sort out this wearisome information you were pulling apart in your mind. Deep breath as you slide to answer the call.
“Hey Momoring, what’s up?” Putting on a cheerful sound in a bid to drown out the overstimulation you were experiencing, but Momo could always see right through you, being one of the people who knew you best.
“Y/n, where are you??” sounding a little baffled, and reflecting concern as she spoke.
“Uhm…” leaning forward to catch one of the passing street signs.
“Passing 72nd about to get on the highway…is everything okay?” showing worry for the way she spoke, wondering if you should change routes and go to Momo’s instead of home.
“I’m fine but I’m coming over.” hearing the car door slam, keys jingling, and the ignition start over the speaker.
“Let yourself in if you get there before me.” squinting as you reply, wondering if there are any visible marks on your skin or how disheveled you look, Momo would be sure to notice and say something.
“Perfect, I’ll see you soon.” Momo curiously laughed as the call ended which got you wondering why she was rushing over to your place as you merge onto the highway.
Driving on the highway at this time of day was easier than anticipated. Allowing you to get lost in your head as you continued on the path to home. Flashes of Nayeon underneath you rewind in your head, disgusted by your actions and stirring in your seat, revealing your sweater sticking to your back.
More flashes of her scraping roughly down your back as you attack her neck with your teeth, grazing them along her throat lightly, pinning her to the mattress, fucking her face and then just leaving afterwards. Using her as an allegory for taking back your freewill that you didn’t know you were missing.
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The new apartment was brighter and warmer than the last, welcoming you back home when stepping through the door. The living room to the left and the kitchen straight forward, you happily look at the space you’ve decorated for yourself.
Most of the colors were different shades of gray. Black and white accents with hints of green displaced here and there, mostly by the plants you purchased wanting to have some semblance of life in the rooms, Nayeon never watered the plants so they always died but you were determined to integrate the things you once loved back into your life.
Two matching gray couches lay diagonally from each other with a long black coffee table filling out the space in between, your favorite bamboo candle in the middle of the table, a tv remote, and a few books scattered around the table, illuminated by the fireplace to the right of the seating arrangements.
A large flat screen mounted on the wall and a credenza underneath, holding the gaming consoles you bought for yourself when you moved in.
Nayeon was never one for video games and did everything in her power to keep you from playing them, even on your phone. Always distracting you when you were in the middle of a match, always standing in front of the TV in something lacey. Sliding her hand down the front of your pants while kissing your neck, as you tried to play your handheld.
Not minding it too much at first, she has an extensive lingerie collection and you loved to admire her in all of them, but all of your own hobbies got pushed to the side as time went on. A tactic to control that you didn’t recognize sooner.
Momo was already on your new couch, making herself at home when you arrived, walking straight to the living room and placing your collection of things down on the coffee table loudly, glaring at her like you had just seen war.
Looking up at you from her phone, she audibly gasps at the state of you. Hair completely tousled, tired eyes, light marks all over your neck, and your sweater on backwards. Mess was a really nice way to put it.
“I know what you did!” shrieked out of Momo's mouth while you’re turning beet red and fidgeting with your sleeves silently. Puckering your lips and trying to escape the awkwardness you feel as she gawks at you openly, despite your embarrassment.
“You look so red right now! I didn’t know if I believed Jihyo when she told me what happened but now I can safely say she was telling the truth” belly laughing at the idea of Hyo getting a taste of her own medicine and Nayeon being exactly who she showed herself to be.
“What did you just say? You talked to Jihyo?! It only took me like 10 minutes to get home and she’s calling people about it?!” surprised at how quickly the news traveled through the grapevine, wondering who else she called to tell.
“A pissed off Jihyo works fast. Told me that she walked into Nayeon’s apartment with you leaving, neck covered in marks” pointing at your neck, tongue between her teeth as she bites back a laugh, “and Nayeon, naked in the bed absolutely covered in bruises. Hyo said that she could barely get her talk…I take it you put in some work, no?” Poking fun at you while she laughed so hard she slaps her knee.
Hands flying to cover the unease on your face while collapsing into the couch adjacent to the one Momo was on, belly first, letting out a long whine. This was going to be a big deal and what were the rest of the members going to be told when you stop showing up to functions with Nayeon? Would Nayeon tell them the whole truth or just that you weren’t together?
Hating the idea of what you said to Jihyo when you left the apartment, knowing it was out of anger and halfway wanting to apologize for your actions but brushing that feeling off quickly. Needing to solely focus on yourself instead of trying to make anyone else feel better. Heavily empathizing with what Hyo might be feeling currently.
“Wait, so this just happened…like less than an hour ago?” quizzically asking like Momo didn’t already know the answer just to bring you back from whatever was going on in your head.
“Less than that actually” muffled by the couch and your hands while you spiral into an entire inner monologue about why, when you feel like it should’ve never happened, letting out a sigh and showing signs of stress.
“Jihyo is absolutely the angriest I’ve ever heard her, it’s kind of funny to know karma is almost instant for her. She did mention that she wanted to talk to you and asked if I had heard from you…I told her no but she didn’t believe me.” Momo interrupts herself to change the topic of Jihyo in all of this back to you.
“I mean…what happened anyway? You were anti-nayeon for the last few weeks, did something change or?” questioning your motive as she sees you distressed.
“Oh I know she’s mad and I don’t know, - I just went back to get the rest of my stuff and she was following me around the house,” sitting up and leaning back trying to relax. Stinging on your back, another reminder of the story being told, as you move trying to get comfortable while halfway wincing. Momo cocking her head to the side as you suck air between your teeth
“What was that?”
Eyes widen for a second, “Nothing!” expeditiously spoken.
“She fucked your back up again, didn’t she?” Half laughing again as you attempt to continue what you were saying.
“Anyways, she said she wanted to talk so I turned around and she just looked me in my eyes and kissed me…I didn’t really know what to do because I mean-” scooching to the edge of the couch and putting your elbows on your knees and holding your chin as your eyes dampen.
“It’s Nayeon…I know I shouldn’t care, and I’m trying not to but even if the last 3 years weren’t real for her…” choking on your words as they come out unfiltered. “It was real for me.”
More tears falling, this was a mistake. Reopening the wounds that were still healing as you sat with yourself, taking in the knowledge that people were upset with the choices you made didn’t sit well, even if those people were involved in hurting you.
Sad eyes sitting on the couch diagonal to you, realizing that intentions weren’t to hurt anyone else, as she watched. Momo wished she knew what to do in the face of this or knew what to say to comfort you, there was a feeling of sorrow in her, a space held for her best friend’s troubles.
“Jihyo also said that you had something interesting to say to her before you left” smirking and biting her lips, trying to suppress a smile. Bringing it up knowing it would make you laugh and momentarily forget the anguish you were almost drowning yourself in.
“Oh, did she?” replying with a snarky tone, unable to remember most of the encounter with Jihyo due to adrenaline, being angry with Jihyo for sleeping with your girlfriend behind your back, and wanting to get the fuck out of there before Nayeon could try to talk to you again.
“I don’t really think she will be much use to you tonight but you can try and, oh, I hope you like the way I taste.” Momo shouted back at you, cackling as she held her stomach leaning as far back into the couch as she could, pulling the sides of your mouth up as she continued.
“That is so out of pocket, but honestly, hilarious!” bellowing out at you as you start to giggle at the statement made, knowing that she was trying to make light of the situation but also appreciating that you said something so petty.
Originally feeling bad for saying anything, jaw tightening for a second as “An eye for an eye” wasn’t normally something you believed in and it wasn't really your plan to go and sleep with Nayeon, it kind of just happened.
“Hey, is it okay if Dahyun comes here after her schedule? She apparently got that call from Jihyo too.”
“Of course, you don’t even have to ask!”
A phone clattering against the table as it interrupted your conversation, vibrating twice before stopping. Reaching for it to see an unfamiliar number on your screen and a list of times and dates, a schedule? Mina’s schedule.
“Hey, I forgot to mention, Mina called me today” nonchalantly mumbled to Momo over the tv show she had put on in the background.
Gasping loudly, sliding her fingers through her hair, eyes bewildered while leaning closer, “She CALLED…you?” comes out of her mouth so quickly, surprised your ears could even break down what she said.
“Yeah, weren’t you the one who gave her my number?” a little disoriented by the response, as if she was surprised Mina contacted you at all.
“She doesn’t even call me and I’ve known her for a decade.” astonished that her adopted younger sister would reach out through a phone call and not a text…
“We are going to hang out sometime soon. She just sent me her schedule so we could plan it.” looking back at your phone to “heart” the text Mina sent and replying for the following day in the early afternoon, making sure to save her phone number in your phone with a little penguin emoji.
“Mina is going to leave the house?” stunned as you spoke about your future plans with Momo’s favorite homebody.
“I take it she doesn’t do that often either?” chuckling back at Momo while you open a delivery app on your phone and choosing a restaurant with a low delivery time.
“I’m hungry, what do you want from the Thai place down the street?” asking as Momo grabs your phone to put her order in it.
“Oh, I’m sure you’re hungry after the evening you had!” teasingly from behind the phone as she finishes adding her meal to the cart, and handing it back to you.”
“Momo!”
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Waking up anxious on the day that you and Mina were going to get coffee was not a great start, barely any sleep in your eyes with your hands shaking, rolling out of your bed around 10:30am. Grabbing your phone, you head to the living room without changing out of your PJs and plopping down on the couch.
Turning on the TV and opening your phone to text Mina.
Y/N: Hey Mina! I woke up a little anxious this morning and I know we have plans today. Would it be okay if you just came to my apartment instead of us going out? 10:34am
Y/N: Maybe we can have a gaming day or something? 10:35am
🐧: Sounds good to me. Send me the address whenever you’re ready for me to head over. 10:37am
🐧: Sorry you are feeling anxious. 10:38am
About 2 hours later, after showering and cleaning up the space a little bit, you sent Mina your address. Wearing something cozy but presentable, wanting to make a semi-decent impression as this was the first time you were hanging out with Mina alone.
A small knock can be heard on the door, quickly walking over and opening it to reveal the small frame of Mina, backpack on, two coffees in her hands and a very shy look on her face.
“I know you said you were anxious and coffee probably isn’t the solution for that but I figured I’d grab you one just in case you did want some.” softly explaining the two coffees before hellos can be said.
“Come on in, make yourself at home and thank you! I’d love some coffee” as she hands you the cup and you take a sip. It’s exactly what you normally order. Just enough sugar to counteract the bitterness and a splash of cream.
Whipping your head to face her quickly, “how did you know my order?” happily confused as you gulp a few times and head for the living room with her gracefully following, after sliding her shoes off.
“I asked Momo this morning when you texted me. I’ve seen you drink coffee a few times when you were coming to hang out with us. I was worried you’d get a caffeine headache if you didn’t have some…” mumbled as you picked your spots on the couch, and turned on your console.
“It’s so sweet that you would think of me like that, Mina, Thank you.” genuinely surprised by the act of kindness. Someone you hardly knew went out of the way for you and that warmed you more than you anticipated.
Mina’s ears went red while you thanked her for the coffee. Embarrassed and feeling like she came on a little too strongly, before you mentioned you thought it was sweet. Fidgeting with her hands, walls down for a second, a gummy smile let out from her as she sifts through your list of games, choosing a fighting game.
Astounded by how good Mina was at the game, you tipped your fake hat in her direction. She let you win a few times before really showing you how good she was, getting more competitive each round you played.
Putting on a random movie and switching to handheld games on the switch you could play together, both of you sat for hours and talked about life, getting to know each other a little bit more. It was nice to spend time with someone and not have to talk about Nayeon.
There was a familiarity with Mina, something unexplainable about her presence that made her so calming. Hoping that you might ignite a similar comfort in her, the anxiety no longer sat in your chest as you got to know her more.
Learning a lot about her as she spoke of her family, life back in Japan before she was an idol, about how when her, Momo, and Sana went back for the Misamo debut, they went to her family's home and she got to eat her mom’s home cooked meals. Making mental notes of what her favorite dishes were and how she spoke so lovingly about the people she held near and dear to her.
“So, Y/N, I’m getting a little hungry, do you want to go out to get something or would you rather order it here?” The body language she was exhibiting was interesting, half closed half open. Arms lay in her lap by her switch but her legs were tightly locked. Was she comfortable here? Did she feel nervous about opening up so quickly?
“Why don’t we go out?” Suggesting while standing up, fixing your sweat pants. Maybe she just needs a little fresh air so she can relax. Suddenly feeling the need to calm her the way she eased you out of your anxiety unknowingly.
“Sounds good, there’s a new cafe around the corner, it’s a locally owned place. I think they serve Japanese food. Would you want to try that?”
“That sounds great, actually. I’d love to, especially after you talked about your mom’s cooking.” Her expression thrilled as she ran to put her shoes on, doing a little happy wiggle as she waited for you by the door.
You can’t help but chuckle at her. A glint of warmth refracting in your soul.
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The cafe was only a block away and it was a nice afternoon so you walked side by side, making sure that you were the one closest to the street. Taking in the scenery of the new neighborhood, little shops lining the road around you from markets to touristy stores, hands unintentionally brushing each other.
“These shops seem cool, maybe we should come back another day and explore them.” Looking over at Mina as you speak, trying to pretend like your heart didn’t combust when your hands touched. The comment catches her off guard, shying into herself as you make the suggestion.
“I’d love that” whispered back to you. That means there will be a next time and that sparks joy in you.
Arriving at the cafe and getting a small table outside, ordering a bottle of Sake before ordering food.
“Can I order for you?” Mina asks, shifting her eyes from the menu, this was a test. It was written all over her face as she studied your reaction.
Squinting at her with a smile on your face, “if you’re up for the challenge,” biting back playfully. The second gummy slime shines off of her as she laughs at your terrible joke. “I think I’m up for the challenge.” competitively stated back with the corners of her mouth turned up.
Leaning into the menu, reading it line by line as she zeros her focus in. Watching the way the wheels spun in her head as you see her fold the menu and put it on the table, softly smiling back at you with a sense of accomplishment.
The waitress scurried over with the tokkuri and ochoko set, the ceramic vessel was bulbous indenting at the neck and expanding back out again while the smaller cups had a golden brown rim with a gray-ish green hue, sitting on the tray neatly.
“Alright, and here is the sake. Are we ready to order our food yet or do we need a little more time?” placing the rigged craft in front of you, and the smaller cups in front of each of you as her eyes flashed between the two of you to see who will speak up first. .
“Yes. We are ready to order.” Calmly said as the dialect switched. Blinking a few times at Mina while she ordered completely in Japanese to the waitress, pointing at the menu and speaking with her hands. Nodding her head at the response from the waitress as she handed her the menus and turning her attention back to you.
Gracefully grabbing the vessel with one hand, pouring your glass and another smooth movement, handing it to you as she placed the craft down on the small table.
“You really wanted dinner to be a surprise, huh?” Playfully before sipping the sake politely and placing it down on the table.
Picking up the tokkuri and trying to pour her a glass with as much class as she did, but failing when you looked up at her. Getting lost in her features as she watched you. “Was she always so…effervescent? High cheekbones, sharp eyes and a softness that was infectious an-“ Realizing you were still pouring, you abruptly stop almost spilling sake everywhere. Handed her the ochoko sheepishly after you had filled it a little too full.
“Maybe.” peeking up at you through her bangs as she took a small drink, chasing it with a smile and a giggle, covering her mouth with her hand that was sleeve clad, and turning red as her cheeks raised up.
Did she notice how you were looking at her? Oh god, I hope I didn’t just make things weird. A moment of panic in your body nags at you as she beams in front of you. Wow…she’s so pretty. Half mesmerized, half alarmed at your thoughts, your leg starts bouncing and fidgeting with your hands becomes your fixation, as they lay on the small metal table in front of you.
Lost in thought as you try to push away the unwelcome intrusion of nervousness, when a small velvet hand reaches out and gently places itself on the anxious tick that’s visible. Your heart skips. Eyes locking as you peer up at her, stopping in your tracks. A chill runs through your body as you take in the pureness diffusing the unease like the rain washing away blood stains on the battleground of your mind. How did she do that?
Internally realizing that you might have a slight attraction to the person you’ve just begun to hang out with, you’re slightly panicked by the idea of getting close to someone again so soon after Nayeon. Unfortunately, this realization played out on your face softly enough for the person accompanying you to dinner to notice.
“I’m sorry” uttered quickly as she pulled her hands away, moving your hands into your lap at the same moment. “I didn’t ask you if you were a physical touch person, I should have.” Mina is looking down now, seemingly worried that she crossed a line she wasn’t supposed to.
“No no- it’s fine, really. I do like physical touch…I’m just not used to it from anyone except for Nay-“ interrupted by the waitress bringing out your dinner. Slicing through the moment as she placed two similar dishes in front of both of you. Tonkotsu ramen topped with shiitake mushrooms, bean sprouts, bok choy, bamboo shoots, double the chashu, and a soft-boiled egg that’s split in half, golden yolk spilling into the array of rich colors.
Stunned as you look at the delicious meal in front of you, “Wow, this looks amazing! Did you get the same thing?” questioning as you finish off the last of the sake in your cup.
Mina notices and immediately fills it again with a soft smile. “Almost the same thing, I remembered you don’t care for the fish cakes so I had them swap my chashu with them.” followed by her finishing off her sake to keep up with you.
Pouring of the drink for her, this time focusing as hard as your brain would allow so you could get it just right under the eyes studying your movements. “You knew that?” amazed that Mina remembered such a small detail about you.
“Yes! You came to the studio one day with Nay-…” hesitating to say her name as she knows the wound is still fresh but attempting to cover it with a drink from her glass, “Her, and we all ordered from a place similar to this one and I remember you said you didn’t like the texture.”
Baffled was an understatement. Not only did this borderline stranger call you to check in and ask if you wanted to hang out, but she asked her friend what your coffee order was AND she remembered something that was such a small comment…
“It’s really sweet that you remember that, Mina.” both of you blushing as you continue to make small talk while finishing the meal.
Table cleared and on your second bottle of sake, Mina finally is brave enough to ask about what happened between you and Nayeon.
“Hey, Y/n? I know it’s probably a sensitive topic…but what happened between you and Nayeon? Momo told me that you broke up but she didn’t really mention why…” Alcohol gave her the confidence to ask the question you knew was coming all night.
“Well..” hesitating to respond, not really knowing the answer. You knew what happened, but not why it happened. Mina could see the soft sadness on your face as you contemplated how to answer her.
“Long story short, she cheated on me. The entire time.” Mina eyes widened, mouth ajar, completely in shock and frozen at what you just said.
“Oh my gosh, y/n”…I’m so sorry. I can’t imagine what you’re feeling,” reaching her hand out to place it on your forearm, rubbing her thumb against the softness of your sweater as she made sympathetic eyes at you. Feeling sorry for what you’d been through, what this meant for you.
It was as if the goddess fell from the sky as she laid her hands on you. Physical manifestations of feelings developing as your heart pounded, breath quickened, and getting a little shaky. The sun beams through your veins as you feel the beams radiating off your face, a similar look on Mina’s.
“I didn't tell you the worst part.” Softly while she’s still caressing your arm. “It was the entire time we were together, they tried to cover it too.” Confusion, anger, sympathy mixed together into the melting pot that was Mina’s heart.
You didn’t expect her to be so emotionally available for you. Reserved was her middle name, why was she so open to physical touch with you? Ordering for you? Wondering if she was also feeling the fire that was kindling between the two of you.
“They?” Concerned tone wrapped around you tightly. It was almost…possessive. Body reacts by constricting your thighs together, you might like the possessive tendency a little too much.
“Nayeon and…Jihyo, actually”
Mina's face contorts into anger upon hearing the culprits names, hand still on your arm lightly squeezing now. Eyes wet with disappointment as she tries to hold back tears and comprehend how they could do that…to you of all people.
“I’m so sorry, my love.” Said so smoothly as if it’s always been what she called you. Pain sits behind her eyes, as she continues on “I can’t believe they would do that to you. You deserve so much better.”
Half wincing at her words, realizing they’re sprinkled with care that you weren’t used to, a sense of sorrow washes over you as you come to terms with your past relationship not being as healthy as you thought it was.
“You do know that…right?” head tilted at the question even if she already knows the answer.
“I don’t know anymore. This whole thing has been so life altering for me, it’s hard to have all these big feelings of love and anger at the same time.” speaking so candidly about the emotions you were experiencing, opening up to Mina about your internal monologue.
Continuing to drink the bottle of sake as the wind picked up a little, causing it to become slightly chillier. It was early November, so it was on the colder side. Shivering as you sat in the breeze, sun setting with golden hour brushing the scene around you and accentuating the beautiful brush strokes that composed the woman in front of you.
The bangs sitting a little lower than her eyebrows that were perfectly shaped, long waves more breathtaking than an angry sea extending far down past her shoulders to her waist, glowing skin that made her look like the embodiment of light, you can’t help but fixate your eyes on her and you’re a little too intoxicated to care if she catches you.
Standing up and stretching to go and pay the bill, Mina snatches it out of your hand and runs inside, beating you to it. Giggling a little harder than you should, when a small black compact car that was too familiar pulled up to the front of the cafe and parked.
Before you could even realize why the car was familiar, two women stepped out and stopped dead in her their tracks. Im Nayeon and Park Jihyo.
Jihyo looks like she's been crying, eyes swollen, lip still quivering as she stood next to Nayeon, who still completely covered in the imprint of your teeth and lips, clinging to her arm. Standing in silence, as the air stretches taut.
“Why haven’t you answered my text messages?” Nayeon abruptly breaks the tension. Jihyo’s eyes widen as Nayeon crosses her arms and taps her foot angrily waiting for an answer. She really was going to do this right here and now. She always lacked patience, this was a perfect example of that.
“I don’t want to.” flowing from your lips with a sour face like you completely forgot what happened the evening before, sake getting to you as you retort with malice. “Maybe you should take the hint and stop trying”
Scoffing at the comment, Nayeon shakes Jihyo off of her and walks up to you slowly while swaying her hips, like she always did at you when she was trying to get you to do what she wanted. Reaching you and placing her elbows on your shoulders as she twirls the hair cascading down your back. Skin burning under the weight of her touch, making you panic almost immediately. The disgust from before had returned in full force and it displayed on your face while she spoke.
“Come on, baby. Don’t be like that.” hand now sweeping a piece of hair out of your face, looking up at you with those big doe eyes “I know you miss me, just come home. I’m sorry you are hurting from what I did. I’ve been punished enough.” repulsed by the pet names and the attempts to win you over again.
Jihyo is uncomfortably shifting, sorrow now covered in jealousy as her lover tries to win back what was viewed as hers. Green was a lovely color on her but to wear it on her face the way she did, with no remorse, was a bold statement.
“Nayeon, I don’t want to do this with you in front of your girlfriend,” making air quotes as you say the word, “or at all really. So forget I exist and we can both just move on.” Attempting to move out of her grasp as she took in your words, not liking the reaction she was getting, she grabbed your wrist to stop you from leaving.
“So after 3 years, you’re really just going to leave me?” Slightly panicked, realizing you actually weren’t falling for her tricks anymore.
“Yes.” Stoically cascading and washing over Nayeon, rinsing away the confidence to reveal crossness and a hint of fear, while shaking her grip loose from your wrist.
“So none of it meant anything to you?” small drops of irritation on her tongue, thick like honey, while she studies your lack of want or care for her. Strikingly different from the person she used to know very well, never being met with walls built so carefully around you before.
“I think that’s actually your stance on it” spit back with malice from the guard tower at the top of the castle you built around yourself to keep her out.
“You know what y/n, if you think that you can just come into our house and fu-“ shock runs through her as she sees a figure stepping out of the cafe. The shadows hand reach up to link with yours, giving it a tight squeeze.
“Are you ready to go, my love?” Mina’s voice was a little louder than normal so both parties could hear after finding you in this tense moment. Her stance is defensive as she knowingly pokes the bear.
Jihyo and Nayeon are both completely gobsmacked by Mina not only being out of the house, but also by being with you. Hand in hand.
“My love????” Nayeon scoffed, tears building when she had an idea. “You can’t be serious right now, y/n. After last night, are you on a date with Mina? A member of my group? Do you not have your own friends to filter through? Did I not satiate you enough? …Maybe we should’ve gone one more round.” craftily leaving her mouth as she tries to cause discourse between what she thinks is a date…was it a date?
Jihyo doesn’t even try to step in or say anything, she just gets back into the car looking like her tears are about to fall again from being cast aside by the likes of you. Nayeon doesn’t even flinch at the sound of the car door, waiting for you to panic under the weight of the information just given to Mina.
Mina snaps back boldly “don’t worry, I’ll take care of her from now since you can’t satiate her, apparently.” Winking back at Nayeon while leading you down the road, back to your house, hands still together and Mina unphased. A small smirk appears on your face as you try not to laugh, not even needing to look at Nayeon's face to know that she was completely shocked by the comments made by Mina.
Nayeon tried to follow the two of you as you repressed laughter, shouting to try to get your attention again “Y/n! I can’t believe you right now! After everything we’ve been through? And Mina, you bitch! I can’t believe you wou-”
“Nayeon, get in the fucking car.” Jihyo grimaced while pulling the car up as she saw people starting to stare at the commotion. Nayeon rolled her eyes and got in. This wasn’t over yet, and everyone knew it.
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Mina picks up her pace, giggling and tugging you behind her as she tries to get away from the disturbance plaguing you both. “I’ve never seen her so mad before, is she always that confrontational with you?” quizzically inquired as you both drunkenly sauntered back to the safety of your apartment.
“To be honest, I have no idea. This is the first time I’m seeing her react in such a way. She used to be so sweet to me before I found out about…” hesitating to finish the sentence, but Mina knew where you were going with it and just nodded her head.
“It must be really hard to feel like you don’t know her after all this time. I can’t imagine what that feels like. Someone like you shouldn’t have to deal with that at all.” boldly spoken as you reached your apartment.
“What do you mean by that?” Pressing into what she just said. “Someone like me?”
“The betrayal she put you through is ju-“ starting as she catches your eyes while you squeeze her hand.
“Mina, no, what did you mean by someone like me?” looking up at her with a sheepish smile as you unlock the door and step inside, hands still locked and still feeling the effects of the sake as you both waltz into the living room and find your spots on the couch, this time a little closer than before.
“…I-“ alcohol fighting her logic, letting go of your hand as she whispers a honey laced memory into the quiet room while curling into herself, showing the shy nature again.
“Do you remember when we first met? You went out of your way to talk to me, even if the other girls were trying to pull your attention. You even asked me about things you knew I liked to get to know me a little better and paid attention when I answered and the kindness you showed to all of us, even if some of us were a little apprehensive or even defensive…and then seeing the way you were with…her. I was astounded at the level of compassion and care that you gave to her, and to know what she did to you makes me view her very differently.” afraid to look you in the eyes as she opened up her chest, showing you a vulnerability that you’d never thought to see from her.
“I knew how important you all are to her. I wanted to make sure we all bonded because I thought…she was going to be the person I ended up with. Even if she isn’t, I’m glad it happened because she gave me Momo and now you. I feel like you were a sign from God” Grinning back at her, blush spreading through her cheeks as she smiled brightly back at you.
Both of you still feel the effects of the sake as you throw a random movie on to relax and unwind. Sitting so close together on the large couch that your arms are brushing against each other. She lifted the arm that was touching yours and placed it around your back and on your waist, you leaned into her and comfortably you both laid down, intertwined in each other.
Your head on her shoulder as she lays in her back, arm wrapped around your waist drawing small patterns with her fingers. One of your hands lightly placed where her ribs connect and legs intertwined as you slowly drifted into the most comfortable nap you’ve had in months.
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Everything was pitch black. Eyes shifting in and out of darkness as you try to calibrate to your surroundings. A small metal table sits in the distance, the only thing that is illuminated and you can make 2 figures sitting around it, it looks like they’re talking but you can’t be sure.
Walking as quickly as you can through the shadows approaching the table, you try to shout out to them but nothing comes out. Reaching up to your throat, you hold it while you try to scream. Feeling the vibrations through your hands but not a single sound cuts through the air.
As you get closer to the figures, their details are revealed to you slowly. Shoulder length light brown hair facing the woman with long dark wavy hair. “Nayeon? Mina??” mouth trying to spit the words your lungs can’t bear to speak when Nayeon slowly turns her head to you, and says “oh, Y/n it’s about time you joined us” voice contorting, almost as if it’s overlapped by another. You’re forced to your knees by something you cannot see, and immediately smell sulfur, as Nayeon lifts your chin with one finger.
She stares into your soul, eyes completely black, as her face starts contorting and twisting, dripping off her skull. Wincing and looking at Mina to see her smiling back at you, illuminated in light.
A sense of calm washing over you, only for a second when you feel your mouth fill with blood. Still on your knees, you spit out what’s flavoring your mouth and all of your teeth come with it. Screaming in silence as you watch Nayeon get up and stand above you, grabbing your neck with both hands tightening as she holds you over a cliff edge, storm crashing around you and hisses in the distorted voice “you’ll always be mine.” Dropping you straight down into the ocean, you try to regulate yourself and swim up but it’s pitch black, swimming until you choke on water and snap awake startling Mina who was silently sleeping underneath you.
Hyperventilating heavily as you try to shake off the feeling of the dream, crying as you shake. Mina is immediately by your side, wrapping her arms around you and comforting you.
“It’s okay, I’m here. You’re safe with me. Don’t worry, I’ve got you” as she rubs your back in a circular motion to try and regulate your breathing.
Your sweater feels very constricting as a thin layer of sweat covers you, you part from Mina and start pacing as you take the hoodie off leaving you in a sports bra. Following your movements with her eyes, as you walk around aimlessly, tears falling as you try to breathe.
Mina stands up and catches you by the wrist and pulls you into her, comforting you with a hug. “You’re safe with me. I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”
Body unclenching as she spoke and held you close to her. A warm surge of calm pumped through your veins as you sniffled, pressing your face into her neck.
Pulling back to look at her, you can see the concern mixed with something else in her eyes. Something you’d never seen before. Your faces are close enough to feel each other's breath as she looks into your eyes and then down at your lips, your eyes following the same motion.
Leaning in closer, lips brushing against each other before fully committing, you both shyly decide this is the path your friendship is taking. Her arms slide from your lower back to your hips slowly, pressing her fingers into your hips and pulling you towards her as your mouths find each other.
Her lips so soft, tasting of the alcohol you consumed and the tension that had been building all day. Her flavor was the taste of the divine, effervescently consuming you as she coded your flesh and bones with her scriptures.
Slow and passionate, at first, slowly picking up pace. Hands exploring each other's bodies as you familiarize yourself with the sounds she makes when you tangle your fingers in her hair. She takes control, which is something you never let happen, but it’s different with her. You actually feel safe with her.
Mina grabs your waist again and pushes you down on the couch, keeping your lips connected and she swipes her tongue across your bottom lip asking for entrance, given without hesitation. Her hands leave your waist as her mouth travels to your neck, biting down lightly as you whine into the silence of the room. She stands and removes her sweater, revealing a sports bra and her well toned abs, igniting a fire within you.
Kneeling between your legs, reaching for you to get you closer to her, pulling your body as close as it would get to her. Kissing picking up again, as you feel her wrap her arms around you, toying with the clip of your bra as she threatens to undo it.
“Is this okay?” asking softly as she scatters soft sweet kisses across your face. You nod your head yes but before she can undo the clip, a loud crashing startles both of you.
“What was that?” Mina spoke up, obviously bothered by the interruption but also concerned as it sounded very close.
“I’m not sure” you were still focused on her before she got up and turned around, heading towards the front door to see what was going on.
“Y/n, you’re going to want to see this.” Mina says with a tone of worry. You run over to her to find a rock with a note tied around it shattered through the glass window next to your door.
“I’m going to call the police, please be careful, the glass is everywhere.” running to the living room to get her phone, and you stand there shirtless looking at the crime scene. Wondering how she found you, if she followed you back from the dinner you had with Mina.
Stepping carefully around the shattered sharpness scattered across the entrance way, you reach over to the note and slightly open it, gasping at the contents loud enough for Mina to hear from the other room.
“She’s mine” scrawled on it, in a familiar red ink.
Take Me Back To Eden - The Apparition - Part 5.5
#nayeon x fem!reader#twice imagines#twice angst#twice fic#wlw#twice nayeon#im nayeon#kpop x reader#mina x fem!reader#mina x reader#myoui mina
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reader gets hit on
Notes: holy shit i didn’t know I had this in me- I read this, and then they were like “you should write sum using this” and I was like “Hell the fuck yah” soooooo! 2 friend read throughs later, I present to you this fic attempt!!!(also had no idea what to call this lmao)
Words: 1k
Warnings: reader is fem(can be read as gn or masc), harassment, alcohol mentions.
"You don't have to protect me. Just because I'm a woman doesn't mean I can't protect myself."
"I'm not protecting you because you're a woman. I'm protecting you because you're my woman."
- @leosxrealm
Excitement buzzed through you at the thought of the upcoming party, a chance to mingle and have fun. You found Shouei, hoping you could convince him to come with you. "There's a party tonight at Fukiwara-kun’s. It's going to be really fun. I’m gonna go, you’ll come too?" you asked, a hopeful smile on your lips.
Barou's reaction was immediate, his brow furrowing. "No, and you shouldn't go" he replied, his voice full of disapproval.
"Why not? It's just a party, it’ll be fun!”you protested.
“Parties like that are just trouble waiting to happen. You know how those scrubs are, especially with drinks involved. It’s not safe. End of discussion.”he argued, his annoyance evident.
Frustrated by his lack of trust, you retorted, "I can take care of myself, you know. I have fine judgment of who to avoid. " Without waiting for his reply, you turned and left, determined to enjoy your night despite his warnings.
At the party, the house was alive with music and laughter. Your friends wave you over, and you chat with them for a while. You left to go refill your cup of punch, when a guy, clearly having enjoyed one drink too many, slid up to you. "Hey, gorgeous, haven't seen you around before. Wanna dance?" he slurred, his intentions as clear as the alcohol on his breath.
“Ah no thank you.” You politely decline, he inches closer to you “Ah come on- don’t be like that. Let’s- let’s have some fun yeah? That’d be fun” he pressed, now grabbing onto your arms. your attempts to politely decline proving useless. The fun and freedom of the party suddenly replaced by an urgent desire for space and safety. Before you could respond, a shadow falls over you both, the music and laughter fading into the background as Barou Shouei steps into the scene. His arrival is like a storm, immediate and threatening. his demeanor is overwhelming, his eyes, dark with anger, his jaw ticked as he glares down at the man holding you.
“Let her go,” Barou commands, his voice a low rumble that cuts through the noise of the party. His stance protective and threatening. The guy, sensing the seriousness of the situation and perhaps noticing the danger in Barou’s unwavering gaze, releases your arm, stepping back lowering his head and raises his hands up in defense.
“You’re leaving,” he tells you, not a suggestion but a command. He firmly grabs your arm, dragging you through the crowd of people.
The street outside the house is pretty empty, a few streetlights shine down, making the sidewalk glow a little in the darkness. Now and then, you might hear a car in the distance, but that’s pretty much it.
“Shouei, you didn’t have to drag me out. I could’ve handled it,” you say, your voice a mix of gratitude and frustration. You’re aware of his need to protect, but you were frustrated that he came, not trusting you to take care of yourself. Though, you really were glad he did, that guy scared you. The mixture of emotions swirling in your gut, and the adrenaline from the previous scene didn’t help.
"I told you, it's not safe. I knew something like that would happen.” he said, his voice firm, leaving no room for argument.
You sighed, knowing he was pretty much right. It really pissed you off that he thought you couldn’t handle yourself. "You don't have to protect me. Just because I'm a woman doesn't mean I can't protect myself," you fired back, your frustration peaking.
Barou's expression softened slightly, his next words careful. "I'm not protecting you because you're a woman. I'm protecting you because you're my woman." he admitted firmly, his voice carrying a weight that made you pause.
you can’t help but feel a warmth spread through you. His honesty and the raw concern in his voice, showing a side of him that’s vulnerable and sincere. It’s a reminder of why you care for him so much, his willingness to stand by you, even when his instincts lead him to overstep.
Despite the comfort his words bring, a part of you insists on showing your need for independence. “Shouei, hearing you say that means a lot to me, it really does. And I feel safe knowing you’re here,” you begin, your voice soft but firm, “But I also need you to understand that I can take care of myself. I value my freedom”
You pause, looking for the right words to show your feelings of appreciation and your need for freedom. “It’s about trust, trusting me to handle situations on my own and knowing when to step in. I need that space, to feel free.” You fiddle your fingers.
Barou listens, the usual intensity in his eyes softening as he thinks about what you said. After a moment, he nods, a silent acknowledgment of your needs. “I get it” he says, and though the words are simple, it’s telling you that he will try.
everything feels okay again between you and Barou. You look at him and see how much he really cares. The night air around you feels calm now.
You move closer to Barou and hug him. He hugs you back, tucking his head in your neck. Barou then gently lifts your chin and gives you a soft kiss. It's a sweet way to make up, showing you both are okay now, without needing many words.
With a smile, you both decide it's time to head home. His hand on your waist, you both start walking, enjoying the quiet night around you. The party seems like a long time ago.
This walk home feels special because it's clear you both understand and care for each other.
Barou can’t help the way he feels the intense need to protect you. You’re just too important.
WAS THIS OKAY??? IVE NEVER DONE ANYTGUNG LIKE THIS BEFORE??? PLEASE LET ME KNOW🙏 also yes I know Barou would punch the dude, I just dunno how to write that lmao
made February 18th 2024
#barou x reader#barou shoei x reader#barou x you#blue lock#bllk#blue lock x reader#blue lock x you#blue lock x y/n#blue lock x female reader#barou shouei#Barou x reader angst to fluff#Barou x reader angst#Barou x reader fluff#barou shoei#barou imagines#Imagines#fics#writers on tumblr#writing#Reader gets hit on
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❥Ꮺ 𝑪𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒆 𝑫𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉
characters: Miguel O'Hara x Reader
content warnings: mostly fluff!, slight suggestiveness, a tinge of tension between Miguel and reader 👀
a/n; this was suppose to be a Chsritmas themed fluff...but my mind decided to twist it a bit. still like it tho! and honestly...I wrote this while indulging in a bit of cookie dough myself lmao. so, yeah incredibly self indulgent with this one rofl!
"What do you think you're doing?"
The stern tone of Miguel's voice bellowed deep into your ringing ears, immediately tensing and freezing up your body, you tried your absolute best not to turn around and display your current appearance. You simply stood there, spatula in one hand as a opened roll of cookie dough in the other (some, still greedily sprawled across your stuffed cheeks).
Fuck.
"Mm?!" you could only muffle a silly grumble, feeling the sheer intensity of his darting eyes pin onto the back of your head. A dark over towering shadow casting over you, every muscle in your body twitches and stiffens even more.
Fuck fuck fuck!
"Are you seriously eating the cookie dough?! oh por dios!" he scowls down over you, pinching the bridge of his nose as he twirls you fully around to see the splattered mess you had made along the kitchen counter and your face.
"You're going to get sick eating that! plus those are for this stupid Christmas party" he grumbles deeply, hastily snatching the spatula from your grasp along with the half eaten roll of cookie dough.
You whine at the loss of both, brows furrowing as you wipe the remains uncooked pastry smeared across your lips.
"They should've known better to put me in charge of baking cookies!" you barked back with a imminent pout on your face, Miguel simply rolled his heavy eyes and groaned in growing annoyance.
"No, it's just common sense not to devour the damn dough, Y/n" he scolds lifting the cookie dough in his from your greedy reach, secretly admiring the adorable pout still stretched amongst your sweet messy face. His eyes begin to ponder a bit too long.
"I was just...hungry" you sigh in defeat, slouching your shoulders, leaning back against the kitchen counter.
He inaudibly snorts to your childish tune, his heart puttering lightly to your cute behavior.
"So you decide to eat the uncooked treats for tonight's party?" his voice softens, as does his expression, watching you roll your head and meeting his tender gaze.
"I一" Your heart batters against your chest from the sudden look, a soft faint of heat creeping into your puff cheeks.
You watch him carefully place the half eaten roll of cookie dough to the side, along with the spatula as he took a step forward to you. Caging you with his looming figure and the kitchens counter, eyes still intently connected with yours.
Your mind going hazy, your hands shakily trying to grasp onto the edge of the kitchens counter that stood behind you, as your body stumbles on your own two feet. Watching the soaring, careful man finally sturdily encase you with his height and the solidity of the counter.
You swallowed a hard gulp, the burning intensity of his gorgeous cardinal irises insinuating estranged feelings. Illuminating the forming butterflies fluttering wildly deep within your warm belly.
He stops his movements, places one hand on the counter next to you, leans down to meet your face and delicately uses his free hands thumb to brush off the remaining small smudges of the cookie dough stuck at the corner of your parted, plush lips.
OH.
His weighted eyes softly leers down to meet your lulling, painted lips. Thoughts beginning to stir around in his cranking brain, as his stiff body stills all movement.
The swift, gentle caress of his thumb felt like it lingered on forever. Almost lasting to what seemed like a life time, especially holding that intent, unwavering eye contact with you. Nothing but your low, shaky breaths could be heard between the two of you within the vast kitchen.
Your eyes are quick to find his thumb pull away from you subtly, watching the pad of his dough covered thumb meet his slick tongue, hums softly as the sweet substance melts against his hot muscle. You part your lips a bit, trying to collect words to formulate but was quickly silenced once more as you listen to upcoming boisterous cackling approach from the door opening of the kitchen. Watching Miguel inaudibly sigh in what to seem like disappointment, and groans, rolling his eyes as he abruptly pulls away from you.
Freeing you from your temporary imprisonment of his stocked body and the counter against your mid back.
"Oh...I thought the kitchen was in the clear...sorry to disrupt kiddo's, carry on~" the sound of Peter's coy tone wafted through the air, fishing out a prolong grunt from Miguel's chest and a soft, awkward chuckle from you.
#lol merry late christmas! ;w;#i was eating cookie dough a bit earlier and immediately thought of this lol#miguel o'hara x reader#atsv
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mornings🌅
warnings: fluff, kissing, couple things idk, like 1 or 2 suggestive jokes, shitty humor
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you had been woken up with the glowing rays of the sun, streaming in through your curtains, and onto you and your beloved boyfriend alex. the night before had been tiring, as you both had come back from a get together with almost all his family.
you had fallen asleep with your head in the middle of his chest, whilst you felt his hand laying peacefully on your back. you leaned a little up to see his face, you smiled softly as you leaned in to kiss his cheek gently, before compensating wether or not to get up.
you groaned as you realized it would be easier to get out of bed now, or else i was going to feel shitty later. i twisted my back a little bit, audibly gasping as my bones cracked like fucking corpse bride. i quickly brushed my teeth, and dragged myself to the kitchen.
I got a few things i needed to make chilaquiles, (my mom makes this all the time lmao.) I wanted to do something productive, so might as well make some good food.
i had gotten all the ingredients out, feeling a little proud i was able to get up. and i mean if your going to have energy, might as well make food. i had put on some slow jazz music, feeling like i was gordon ramsey or some shit.
as i was reading the back of a label for an ingredient, i feel two hands squeeze the sides of my torso. i shriek a little bit from the sensation, and turn around to alex who has a stupid smirk on his face, and he laughs a little.
“good morning”
i smile softly at him, as he gently traces his palms down your arms, until his hands get to yours. he takes them, putting them to his lips and kissing your knuckles lightly. you snicker a little bit, turning around to cook.
“whatchaaaa makingggg?”
his voice is right against his neck, minty breath from him just brushing your teeth. you turn your head a little so he could hear you,
“food.”
you give him a monotone smile, he responds with a groan and squeezing a little bit tighter, continuing to watch you cook.
you see him observing everything your doing, nodding at some things occasionally leaving a little kiss behind your ear.
you get a little self conscious, not knowing if you did a step wrong, or if it isn’t supposed to look the way it is currently.
“is something wrong?”
he looks at you for a second, making a 😬 face, looking at all of your cooking again.
“ohhhh… uh well amor right here in this little corner is uncooked so bad, uh i just don’t think you got the right color for that, wait that looks good, oh wait nevermind that’s terrible.”
he says everything in pure sarcasm, nodding his head at all of his own words. you roll your eyes smiling, when he laughs and finally talks genuinely.
“no babe, it looks really good, and smells really great. your doing perfect.”
you look over your shoulder to his face, your palm resting on the side of his cheek.
“your sweet, ynow that?”
i see a little tiny bit of blush appear on his cheeks, he turns his head a little while he laughs quietly.
“yeahh.. well i mean i kind of wanna get laid so-“
you scoff, by his completely out of pocket statement. you giggle a little as he’s holding back his own laughter.
“alexis!!”
you manage to get out throughout all of your giggling. he puts his face in your neck a little embarrassed mumbling little apologizes.
after a few minutes of him being completely attached to you, it was harder for you to actually cook. you then moved his arms.
“alright sir, out of my kitchen. i’m cooking.”
he leans back, with the most flabbergasted face almost looking as if you’d said the most offensive thing ever. he then speaks with a laugh coming out as he speaks.
“yourrr kitchennn?? yourrr kitchenn?”
you giggle a little, composing yourself as you speak now crossing your arms.
“yes my kitchen. mhm. now what would your mother say if her son was fooling around in the area his girlfriend was cooking, hm?”
he gets the memo, raising his hands up like he was caught my police. he slowly walks out.
“yes ma’am.”
you turned back to cooking, a little teenage girly smile on your face from him saying yes ma’am, even though you’ve been dating for 8 months he still does things that make me feel all giddy.
you had finally finished making the food, needless to say the house smelled absolutely amazing. you call out to your boyfriend, who was currently on his phone.
“my love, breakfast is ready”
you say a little loud, you didn’t want to distrust anyone from sleeping as it was 8am on a sunday. he walks in looking at all the food.
he smiled to himself, looking at you gently grabbing your face, kissing you. he gives you five little pecks in a row. when finished, he leans away a little as your noses almost touch and whispers,
“your absolutely amazing.”
you give him an upside down smile from the sudden compliment, he then gets out two plates to lay out your food.
he’s currently sitting down eating the food, feeling like a happy kid again. you ruffle his hair that was already disheveled, and messy from his previous night of sleeping.
you then decided to jokingly suck in through your teeth, making a disgusted type face. he looks ay you with a “tf did i do” face
“ooo.. maybe it’s better to keep a hat on at all times..”
his jaw drops a little before he sets down his fork standing up, and looking at you. you tilt your head confused.
“are you oka-“
he picks you up, you yelp from the sudden impact. you try to protest while laughing, he brings you to the couch. as he’s kind of on top of you, he looks down, for a moment it’s sweet as you make eye contact.
the moment quickly ends as his hands start to rapidly go anywhere he can reach, tickling you. you squirm trying to get him to stop, attempting to grab his hands.
“ALEXISSS!!!”
he laughs at your shrieking, so much for trying to be quiet for your neighbors. after what seemed an hour, but really was a 1 of laughing and squealing he finally stopped.
he proceeded to move back your hair that got messed up from his motions, smirking a little at your half grumpy face. he slowly leans himself down trying not to fall on you, moving up so he can be face to face with you.
he caresses your cheek with his thumb, kissing you gently. you lean into the kiss, not feeling any frustration you expected yourself to feel. he moves his face away, and kisses your forehead.
“it was your fault for picking on my hair..”
he says teasingly, knowing that obviously he definitely did not care that much about it. you giggle softly
“you motherfucker”
he laughs with you, putting your hand the the side of his jaw kissing him sweetly, and sincerely. your fingers start playing with the neckline of his shirt, as his are going through your hair.
you finally let go, fixing his shirt when you speak up.
“let’s go eat the food that i spent making, instead of comfortable amazing beautiful sleep.”
he tilts his head, eye brows furrowing.
“i have a strong feeling that you love the thought of sleep more than me..”
you tilt your head looking up, acting as if you were really truly thinking.
“obviously.”
he gives you a fake annoyed face, and you get up giggling going back to your table. he then yells from the couch,
“what the fuckk!! i’m soooo much better than sleep!”
you laugh at his response, hearing his footsteps go up to you. he puts his head on top of yours, his arms trailing around your neck.
“i love you. so so much.”
you lean your head up to be able to see his face. he smirks down, putting his hand on the side of your neck, as he leans down to give you a gentle kiss. you then finally whisper back,
“i love you too.”
tysm for all the support!! this took me a lot longer than i thought so and the first draft got deleted and i sobbed 😭😭
anyways requests are open, love you guys!!!
#quackity x reader#alex quackity#alex quackity x reader#quackity#quackity fanfic#domestic fluff#qsmp x reader#x reader#fanfic#fluff
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Comfort Zone
Synopsis: He lost the ftw championship and the only thing he wants is you
Warnings: angst, cursing, implied smut (not explicit), an appearance from Jeff Hardy, getting caught in the act & soft boyfriend!hook to end it all
A/N: to the anon who suggested this, thank you! That match had me alllll messed up but this was a good way to channel those feelings lmao. This was fun and I’m proud of it. I hope y’all really like it! Enjoy babes!
(Also for storyline purposes we’re gonna pretend that Jack wasn’t supposed to knock him out with the belt)
He walked through the door with nothing in his hands and a look of pure disappointment on his face. The title that he typically wears like a second skin is now draped over the shoulder of Jack Perry and all he can think about is the shame that it brings him, especially when you look up at him with those sympathetic eyes.
“Come here.” You whispered, patting the space next to you on the couch. You’d watched the entire match from the beginning in the viewing room, nerves absolutely wrecked at how many times Tyler hit his head on the floor, the canvas, the ring post, and especially when he was knocked out cold with his own title.
He held the back of his head as he slowly took a seat next to you. He didn’t know what to say and neither did you, since you’ve never been in a situation where he’s ever lost a match, let alone his FTW championship.
You noticed where his skin was quickly reddening underneath the sweaty locks of hair sticking to his forehead. There was definitely going to be a bruise in the morning, but the last thing you wanted to do was remind him of that.
It was silent for a few moments. The way he was tapping his fingers against his knee caught your attention. The repetitive tapping was something he always did when he was either anxious or angry, and in this case you assumed he was feeling both things and probably so much more.
“Tyler.” You whispered, reaching over and grabbing his hand, intertwining your fingers between the spaces of his own. “I don’t know if this makes anything better for you or not, but you really did do amazing out there. Win or lose, you still gave it your all.”
He glanced down at your hand in his and sighed. You felt him give your hand a gentle squeeze and he wordlessly leaned over and laid his head on your shoulder. You rested your cheek to the top of his head and raked your nails through his disheveled locks. The silence between the two of you was somehow comfortable even in the tense mood and you and Tyler both appreciated that.
After a couple of minutes of him rubbing his thumb over yours and you twirling the ends of his hair around your fingertips, he picked his head back up and turned to face you. You could see more clearly now that he had some swelling from the punches he’d endured and where Jack hit him with the belt. Tyler noticed the concern in your eyes and grabbed your other hand.
“I’m fine.” He muttered. “Physically, at least.”
He held onto your hand as he draped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you into his side. Your head rested on his chest, his slick skin felt hot and sticky against the side of your face but you didn’t mind it. Not in that moment.
“Jack wasn’t supposed to do that.” He said as he started tapping his foot against the floor. “Hitting me with the belt? That wasn’t planned at all.”
You peered up at him, noting the way his eyes were intensely trained on the door, as if he was waiting, maybe even hoping that jack would walk through.
“Why did he do it then?” You asked, watching his lips pull underneath his teeth as he shrugged one shoulder. “That’s a good question. I’m asking myself the same thing.”
You could hear the anger in his tone but also the way he was trying to restrain it. His right hand was balled in a tight fist but his left hand was gently holding yours. You could practically see that he was wanting a release for all that aggression but he was holding back, because he was with you and the level of aggression that he possesses is the last thing he ever wants you to witness.
“What are you planning on doing about it?”
At that question, Tyler’s brows knitted together and a lot of scenarios started playing like a movie in his mind. The first thing he wanted was to get his title back. The fact that it’s even in the hands of Jack made him absolutely sick to his stomach. His father never intended for that title to be in grimy, disgusting hands and he failed at that.
You suddenly saw a flash of pain cross his face. He was staring at the door still, somewhat looking lost in his own thoughts but letting his emotions blatantly play on his face. You could almost read his mind when he clenched his jaw and balled that right fist until his knuckles faded white.
“A lot.” He spat through gritted teeth, suddenly getting up from the couch and locking his hands together behind his head. You watched as he paced the floor, his eyes never once leaving the door.
“I lost something that meant everything to my family.” He groaned, his chest heaving with every shallow breath.
“You didn’t lose it, Tyler.”
“Yes I did, Y/N. You saw it!” His voice boomed off the walls and you were unsure whether or not you should say anything else to him now or wait for him to calm down.
“That fucking kid used my own title against me. He was never supposed to bring it into our match. He made this shit personal. It’s on a deeply personal level to me now.”
Your eyes stayed trained on him as he shifted on his feet. He ran his hand through his wild hair and tugged at the roots in frustration, inhaling a deep breath but barely exhaling one at all.
“He thinks it’s over.” He darkly chuckles, “But it’s only getting started. When I get my hands on him he won’t even be recognizable anymore.” He cracks his knuckles, his adrenaline pumping so strong through his veins and all he wants is for Jack to come up to him one time, say one word or even glance in his direction and it’s over.
“Tyler-“
“Don’t tell me to be the bigger person right now Y/N.” He holds up his hand. “I know you think that’s the key to life but this shit isn’t going to slide with me. I can’t just let that punk ass boy run around here bragging about having my title and beating my ass with it. It’s not fucking happening.”
“I wasn’t gonna say that at all.” You piped up, standing up and slowly approaching him. He had more sweat grazing his tanned skin now than he did when he first walked through the door.
His eyes fell on you, his lips parted as he blew hot air through short breaths. You glanced down at his heaving chest and gently placed your hand over it, feeling the heavy pulsations and thick chest hair underneath your palm.
“Your heart is beating like crazy.”
“I’m mad.”
You gave him a look before you let your hand roam down his torso, fingertips dancing over the indentations of his abdomen before they found a resting place just on the waistline of his shorts. He glanced down at your wandering hand and then back in your eyes with a look of confusion.
“Yes or no?” You quirked a brow, tracing the HOOK on his waistband with your pointer finger. The look dancing in your eye suddenly had him feeling weak in the knees and somehow, the anger that was previously boiling through his veins was dissipating, only to be refilled with desires stronger than the former.
“Yes or no, what?” His voice was suddenly ten times lower and fifty times raspier than before. His breaths quickly became short, labored and shaky and that’s just one of the many affects you tend to have on him.
“Don’t play dumb with me, Tyler. Do you want to pace the floor yelling about what happened tonight, or do you want me to be the one yelling your name so loud the entire arena will hear?”
His adams apple bobbed in his throat once before he wrapped his large hand around the back of your neck and pulled you into him, crashing his lips to yours in a hungry, devouring kiss that left the two of you completely breathless and nearly gasping for air.
“In here? Right now?” He muttered against your mouth. You nodded, glancing at the way his lips were suddenly puffy and red.
“Mhm.” You eagerly wrapped your arms around the back of his neck and he made quick work of picking you up and lowering you both to the couch, you straddling his waist as you kissed down his neck, earning a few relaxed sighs and low groans.
Just as soon as he got your shirt halfway up, exposing your lower back, the door opens and in comes Jeff, who was immediately red in the face, just like you and Tyler.
“Oh shit, I’m sorry man I- shit-“ jeff stuttered as he turned his back to the two of you.
“Shit” Tyler grunted as you quickly hopped off of him. “You’re good man, my bad we were just- we just- uh-“
“Sorry” you said as you fixed your hair and pulled your shirt back down in place.
Jeff turned around and hesitated to open his eyes. “It’s cool, it’s alright, shit happens I get it. Uh- just- I have a promo to shoot in here in about five minutes, so-“
“Yeah, sure man our bad.” Tyler quickly stood up and outstretched his hand, which you took abruptly and held your head down to hide the redness of your cheeks that were quite literally burning your skin.
“No worries.” Jeff nodded but it was clear he was completely taken back and the second hand embarrassment was definitely written all over his face. You and Tyler passed him and headed through the door, as soon as it closes behind you, you look up at him and he looks down at you.
And then you both burst into a fit of laughter, unable to control yourselves like two lovesick teenagers who just had their first awkward kiss.
“Oh my God.” You breathe out when you finally catch your breath. “I can’t believe-“
“I know” Tyler clutches his side as he attempts to catch his own breath.
“What if we actually-“
“Oh God, I know.” Tyler groans, but as soon as the laughter dies down as the two of you head down the hallway, you feel Tyler’s fingers intertwine through the spaces of yours and he stops in his tracks, making you do the same.
“Y/N-“ his voice suddenly lowers. You turn to face him, and feel his lips land on your forehead, lingering against your skin for a moment before he pulls back and looks in your eyes.
“If it wasn’t for you I would probably be sitting in my locker room thinking about how disappointed my family is gonna be in me, and all the shit I can’t control right now that’s inevitably gonna eat my ass alive until I get my hands on jack,-“ he slicked his lips with his tongue and paused for a moment, eyes scanning your face.
“But you always seem to know how to make things better. The world could be ending and you would somehow make us have a decent time while we’re fighting off zombies or what the fuck ever.” He chuckles and you do too, dropping your head to hide the blush on your cheeks but his finger cups your chin and raises it so you look at him again.
“I really needed that tonight. Really needed you.” He whispers, his thumb stroking your cheek once before he places another lingering kiss to your forehead.
“You always have me, Tyler.” You whispered back, closing your eyes at the feeling of his soft lips lingering against your heated skin. “Always.”
#hook aew#hook#aew hook#hook imagine#hook x reader#hook nation rise#send hook#tyler senerchia#cold hearted handsome devil#hook aew imagines#hook aew smut#hook aew angst
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could you write a walker x transmasc!reader oneshot? if not, that is fine aswell! - 🗡️
of course I could!! just beware any random shit because I don't know much about being transmasc and I did a lot of research on reddit and tiktok for this for like mannerisms ans shit ; thanks for requesting and I hope you enjoy! ; for any regulars on my blog, ik I've enforced the gn reader only thing but I updated my rules list, where I'll only do trans masc/fem readers on request. that doesn't mean request a thing and add one of those solely for a set of he/him or she/her pronouns though. ; post writing robin and this was actually so fun to write LMAO I hope you like this even tho it's so short
WALKER SCOBELL ; the boys
summary ; youre transmasc and properly come out to walker and co + some stupid shit for two parts
warnings ; language
disclaimers ; idk shit about awards shows + imagine middle school auditorium seats for the first part
word count ; 723
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You, Aryan, Walker, and Leah sit in the audience at the 2025 Emmy Awards, chatting before the cameras turned on to watch the proper show begin. You and Walker sit together, with Aryan and Leah right behind you. The thick, tan, plastic chairs were going to do a number on your ass later. For a million-dollar award show you'd think they would upgrade the seat situation a little bit.
Leah and Aryan sit forward in their seats, holding a conversation with you and Walker, both turned around in yours.
"No, and like, you will not be calling me that, thank you!" You laugh and smile, "If you get your grimy hands on my legal name I will actually throw myself away. I am a man!"
"Wait, what?" Walker questions, eyebrows furrowed. "Legal name?"
"I changed my name" You clarify. "Cause like..." You look yourself up and down, hands following your gaze. "Y'know?"
Walker blinks, pushing his blonde curls away from his face. "Wait... you're trans?"
You nod, a playful yet unbelievable smile on your face. "How did you not know?"
"Even I knew" Leah comments, glancing at Aryan, who nods in agreement.
"I thought it was kinda obvious." You chuckle, seeing his surprised reaction. "I had to keep correcting people about my name like, a million times"
"I never knew you had another name? I thought it was always Y/n!"
"This is going on my story"
"Which one?"
"The Boys"
Walker smiles, his right arm slung over your shoulders as he watches you caption and post the picture you'd just taken with him on your public Snapchat story. It was titled The Boys, meant for you and all your close friends.
He was glad to see that you considered him one of your close friends, but also on such a deep level, though it was just a title to you. He saw the deeper meaning that you didn't. Like an over analyzing reader to a writer. He was happy you also considered yourself a boy, that you could happily parade that around and feel comfortable with your identity. He truly couldn't be more proud to see you happy and smiling in this moment.
You look back up at him, a cheesy smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
"What's that look for?" You ask, a little confused.
"Nothing" He replies, patting your right shoulder blade as he moves his arm around a bit. "We should definitely make a playlist and put it on your story for people to listen to" He suggests with a slight shrug.
"For what?" You ask again, a little puzzled as to where this was going."
"Just cause"
"Okay, Mr.-Won't-Explain-Shit-Scobell"
"You just went on a five minute tangent trying to avoid the word homophobia"
"I was testing the waters with your gaydar, cause apparently it was broken the first time"
"I don't have a gaydar! I'm just, like, here! I'm just a guy"
"Look at this handsome man! Dude, wear purple more, I'm so serious"
"Okay, I see you, Y/n!"
"Fix your tie!"
"I'm trying, I'm still learning! I didn't have this chapter of boyhood"
"Here-" The blonde mumbles, reaching forward to fix your black tie.
You tilt your chin up, giving him easy access to the cloth wrapped around your neck. Leah and Aryan watch, smug looks on their faces.
You send them a glare, trying not to alert Walker to it. He quickly reties your tie, sending you a thumbs up as he backs away. You quickly thank him, a warmth heating up your cheeks, physically unnoticeable.
"Walker, you look like a divorce lawyer." You comment, stuffing your hands in your purple pockets.
The blonde dramatically scoffs, a hand rested on his heart. "You're so mean to me! You're not welcome to the next boys sleepover"
"I don't wanna be a part of that dorky shit anyways"
"Okay, meanie"
"What are you, twelve?"
"...Did you just attempt to quote me?"
You shrug with a side nod.
Leah speaks for you, "Yeah, he did"
"How do you know?"
"He told us that he was gonna try and quote you at least once today" She chuckles.
The three look back at you, lining your jawline with your finger, clearly sucking up your tongue.
"Dude, stop mewing, we have to go out there in like, a minute"
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surprise attack hugs! [omori.]
alt. title; surprising the RL!Sextet (6) by hugging them when they're least expecting it.
warnings/tws; suggestive-spoilers during MARI's part.
req. by; none
chars. used; HERO, MARI, SUNNY, AUBREY, BASIL, KEL.
song of the day; Hug Me - Pharrell Williams & Trey Parker
a/n's; yes i used a despicable me song, what are you gonna do about it? also, platonic or romantic? up to you to decide.
by continuing from this point on you understand that it is your fault if you see any opinions that you do not agree with and that make you mad. you will not take it out on me or anyone else who enjoys/agrees with them, and you especially will not do anything illegal/dangerous to them or myself.
images do not belong to me and belong to their rightful owners.
HERO.
i couldn't find a header for him D:
Ah yes, that one man who always seems to have nearly everything under control... but he really doesn't.
He's quite easy to fluster, as long as you know how to.
It's quite funny and ironic, actually. He's flirtatious with those he's close with (and has nearly the same age with.)
He never misses a beat, but when he does, it's usually 'cause he's either stressed or thinking about something.
Either way, that is your time to strike!
Hug him from behind as he's thinking and he'll jump out of surprise.
He'll whip his head towards you, already blushing also out of surprise.
Give him a wink and a smug smile, and he'll be hiding his flushing-red face behind his hands, mumbling god-knows-what in them.
Pull him closer to you and dude will pass the fuck out.
He has no idea how to respond, and you haven't even said anything yet.
(if you do say something, whisper it in his ear, it'll make him explode.)
in the end, he's frozen stiff in your arms.
if you let go for some odd reason, the "effects" don't immediately wear off, but give him a minute or two. or three. maybe four.
well however long, he'll probably still be blushing 'till the day's over.
he's so cute grrr
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MARI.
woah how'd you catch her off-guard???
like????
she always seem(ed)s to be ready for everything
so when you manage to give her a surprise hug, she's obviously not prepared for it.
just dont do it by the stairs.
she'll turn around rather quickly, so you'd better be holding on before you fall down!
if you don't fall down, great! she can easily hug you back, just 10x harder <3
if you do fall down, worry not! the great MARI will catch you!
probably catches you in one of those dip-like positions you see in dance moves or those dramatic romance movie scenes
if so,
expect kisses <333 (w/ consent ofcofc,, she's a respectful queen <333)
then she'll help you up and hug you tighter
probably says somethings like 'oh my, you startled me darling! next time please give me a warning!'
all in all, respectful and pretty queen<333
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SUNNY.
waaah i couldn't find a header for him either :(
dude is spacing out every 30 seconds,,, you can easily surprise hug him nearly 98% of the time
just run up behind him, and hug him!!
it's that simple
my dude probably jumps, flinches, and stiffs up in that order
just be like 'surprise, it's me!!' and he'll calm down.
turns around and owlishly blinks at you a couple of times
then he turns back around, small blush covering his cheeks
dude's temperature went from -34°F to 150°C /hj
naur cause dude barely had any body warmth 'till you hugged him
probably gonna stay inside your arms for a bit longer.
he can't help it!! you're just so warm!!
it's your fault for hugging him in the first place!!
just let him indulge in the moment for a bit <3
dont let him fall asleep though, 'cause he will, and then you're stuck there 'till he wakes up again.
lmao tough luck
but hey
at least he's happy.
for once.
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AUBREY.
OH EM GEE GIRLBOSS PUSSY SLAY QUEEN???
OFF-GUARD?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?
WHAT KIND OF SORCERY IS THIS??? (the power of plot, baby /hj)
just like
make sure that before you hug her
she's not ready to attack you with her bat
'cause that'll hurt like a fothermucker
so if she isn't ready to commit 30 charges of aggravated assault and 27 acts of public disruption, go for it!
don't aim for the neck tho lolol
she'll probably throw you off by spinning around so fast
so like
hug her by the stomach/waist
and pull her close
and then
GERMAN SUPLEX
and then put your head on her shoulder, and whisper a small 'hi'
her face is almost as pink as her hair
and you've only said one word
lord help her she is such a tsundere
she'll just like
freeze up for a second
and if you're doing this in front of her friends???
lord expect a really long scolding
even though it's more yelling than scolding
eh, whatever
but doing it in private is your best option
she'll just look away and pat your arm a bit
you two are then left alone in comfortable silence <333
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BASIL.
bestie he will pass out out of pure fear /hj
but after he realizes it's you,, he'll just be flustered
i mean, he could never even imagine having the courage to do that to someone
especially not you /pos..???
but that's just him
back to the point,,,
you,, are hugging,,, him,,, willingly???
he's so confused
he doesnt know why but
he still likes it anyways
he'll let out a nervous laugh before giving your arm(s) a little squish
in return for the hug, ofc
he knows its not much but
it's still something
and something is better than nothing!!
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KEL.
i was too lazy to find a real header😋
yeah this man
he loves hugs
but surprise hugs,,,
he will marry you if he gets these at least once a day
i mean, how could he not?
his love/crush is willingly hugging him, and as a surprise!!
who doesn't love surprises????
he does, for sure, and if you do creep up and hug him
he'd be elated!
he'll spin around and hug you right back immediately!
just be careful if it's after he finishes playing basketball
he'll probably be sweaty
like
really
sweaty
and stinky
so be prepared!!!
but overall, hug him as much as you want, he just loooovesss hugs in general!
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Team Bucciarati & Accidentally walking in on you while you are changing
Warning: all characters are 18+ in this situation, kinda suggestive content ahead if you squint? Well beside Mista’s but… really nothing crazy lol
Reader is female!
A/N: I have like 37 fucking JJBA smuts I could finish yet here I am writing this stupid shit LMAO — also my phone is acting so infuriating lately so please bear with me if there are any typos Proof read? Never
Giorno Giovanna
He knocks, every single time, so how this even happened is beyond him. Maybe it was because your door was slightly ajar, maybe it was because it was only the two of you home in the apartment the entire gang shared, whatever the reason was… Giorno still failed to knock. “Y/n do you ha—oh.” He froze midway through the door, eyes widening ever so slightly as he looked at you. You were mid-change, a shirt on but no pants, panties sticking to your frame as you turned to face him. “Giorno!?” You yelped, grabbing the closest item to shield your lower half — in this case it was your pillow. “I’m sorry I…” he was turning around so you only saw his back. “I just wanted to ask you something but it can certainly wait till you are decent…” he was making his way back out of your room, face burning just as brightly as yours.
Bruno Bucciarati
He wasn’t thinking, knuckles hitting your door a few times and pushing it open without waiting for a response. “Y/n I need you to help me with this paperwork…” he locked eyes with you, his tired brain taking a second to process that you looked shocked. “B-Bruno!” Your hands were over your bare chest, hugging your breasts tightly. He blinked once, twice, three times before his cheeks were turning neon red. You’d never seen him exit your room so quickly, hand over his mouth as he clicked the door shut. “My deepest apologies…” he was muffled from behind your door but you could still hear the embarrassment in his voice. “I am… so so sorry… forgive me I…” you began to laugh, reaching for a shirt to throw over yourself. A second later, you were opening your bedroom door. “No need to apologize, Bruno. It’s alright.” Your cheeks were still warm, but it felt less awkward seeing how shy he had gotten. You found it rather cute.
Pannacotta Fugo
It’s a rare occasion for Fugo to even come close to your room. He probably couldn’t even accurately describe it if he wanted too. So how he ended up where he was now? So red in the face he was nearly purple? Was still a mystery to him. “Oh? Hi Fugo.” You smiled, reaching for your perfume, it seemed you were oblivious to the fact that you were only in a pair of panties and a bra. His mouth was hanging open, eyes comically wide as he tried to process what he was seeing. “Fugo? Are you alright? You usually don’t come in my room?” For you, it wasn’t really a big deal. I mean you’ve all been to the beach together before, you weren’t really showing that much more skin at the moment. “Earth to Fugo? Did you need to tell me something?” Your hand waving in his face was the only thing that snapped him out of it, mostly because of your new proximity. “I-i’m so sorry! I don’t even know why I came in here! I’ll just let myself out I…” he was still muttering as he left, hands coming up to hold his face once he was out of your sight.
Narancia Ghirga
You’re used to it by now, he quite literally never knocks and always lets himself in. “Hey Y/N! I need to ask you…” you jumped, moving to cover yourself before realizing it was just Narancia. You mostly zoned out when he started asking you questions, some how you’re half assed answers seemed satisfactory for him. Most of the time, Narancia sat in your room talking your ear off as you got ready for the day. He was, in every sense, not phased seeing you half naked. Of course he’d never seen you in anything less than a bra and underwear, but in your eyes it was the same as being seen in a bikini. Narancia was just…Narancia. “Where do you even come up with these questions?” You slipped a shirt over your head, laughing as he tilted his head. “I dunno.” Was all he could give you, eyes training on your CD collection as you rummaged through your closet for a pair of bottoms. Really, it didn’t even phase you anymore.
Mista Guido
The last thing he expected was to get a face full of your ass when he walked into your room. “Merda, y/n! You could kill a man with a sight like that!” Always a smart ass… and a flirt. You rolled your eyes, straighten from where you had been bent over rummaging for pajamas. “You scared the fuck out of me, Mista.” He made his way into your room, throwing himself on your bed. “Ah well, you scared me too with an ass like that. The very thought of you sitting—“ you picked up your pillow and began hitting him with it, laughing as he attempted to block. “You are such a horny bastard.” You shook your head, finally flopping yourself beside him when he stopped putting up a fight. “I can’t help it! Having a roommate as good looking as you… who loves to walk round half nude…” the pillow was hitting him once again, this time both of you couldn’t contain your laughter.
Leone Abbacchio
He was only walking into your room because Bucciarati sent him to get you… what he failed to do though was knock. “We’re going to dinner, hurry your ass up so we can…go…” he froze, eyes matching the size of yours as you instinctively covered yourself with your towel. “Why wouldn’t you knock?!” You felt your face getting warm, knowing full and well that Abbacchio had quite literally just seen all of you. “I—“ he swallowed, as much as he didn’t want to admit it, even that quick glance of your body was engraved into his mind. “I’m sorry…I…” he was stumbling backwards out of your room, praying his cheeks weren’t turning as red as they felt. “J-just hurry up so we can go get dinner…” his voice was strained, quite unusual for him, which was making the situation all the more awkward. “Okay…” you croaked, mentally reminding yourself to lock your door from now on.
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Theres a lot of cuss words in this one so be warned lol
Bro i just had this-- insane fucking idea when i saw your "flowery words" post and i just-- omg I just had to shareee
So reader right? Very blunt, straight to the point sentences that dont dance around the bushes for 6 hours trying to tell you "oh no your house is on fire" or something, yeah? Well-- what if it turns the OPPOSITE when they start to SWEAR--
Because like-- i know myself. Me and like, so many people i know speak like that (blunt and straight to the point) but like-- when i get even MILDLY inconvenienced, i will start swearing like i have a masters degree in cursing out you and your entire flippity flappity bloodline
So id imagine the contrast to be like--
Reader, chill: aether, we're supposed to be going that way, this is literally the wrong direction
Reader, stubbing their toe: oW FUCK SHIT TITS-- WHY HAVE THE GODS FORSAKEN ME SO-- I CAME OUT HERE, TO THIS POINT, TO THIS PLACE, HOPING AGAINST ALL HOPE AND DESPITE SIGNS AND PORTENDS SUGGESTING OTHERWISE THAT I MIGHT, SOMEHOW, FIND MYSELF HAVING A PLEASANT EXPERIENCE, AND YET, HERE I STAND, ALONE AGAINST THE WORLD, FEELING ASSAULTED, ATTACKED ON ALL FRONTS, NOT KNOWING MY ENEMY'S NAME NOR HIS FACE NOR WHETHER OUR BATTLE IS DONE--
(Yes this is the "i came out here to have a good time and im honestly feeling so attacked rn" post)
I can just imagjne the sHEER WHIPLASH-- like, this dude has been speaking in the "divine tongue" or whatever and then suddenly theyre immediately reverted to their "lowly mortal jargon" or something-- AHAHA
Or like-- if it just turns into a reeeeeally long string of curse words, everyone would probably be so scandalized or something lolllll
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I LIVE for Teyvat being scandalized maidens from the Victorian era, gOD BLESS ITD BE WONDERFUL
Like our modern music?? Absolutely would give heart attacks, not even the most stoic of them would escape the blush
Esp with cussing pretty please i wish i could see the looks on their faces, they'd also probably blush at how creative it can get lmao
(daresay, maybe even impressed?)
oh the whiplash, its be so funny, every time. No one can keep up with you, you've got Teyvat linguists stumbling, the older beings cant understand you sometimes, the newer ones only understand you SOME of the time, and apparently most often? Only when you're cursing??
(I think various characters would find an ancient deity only deigning to speak their lang. when they gotta cuss smth out the funniest shit ever, like Venti, Itto, Cyno?, Diona, Hu Tao, Kaeya, maybe Kazuha, Lisa, Nahida probably would get a giggle, Rosaria, Heizou, Childe, Tighnari might like, be trying desperately to hold back a laugh but it's not working, Scaramouche/Wanderer, Xingqiu, Yae Miko would def commission a light novel for this, and Yelan - im so sorry i listed who exactly, this is so long ill stop, i just thought someone would like to see it 😭😭)
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I'm so in love with all of your art. My favorites have to be Codywan, Cody and Obi-Wan separately, and your cursed series art.
May I ask how you came up with the idea for the cursed commanders and Boba Fett series?
Ahhhh this message was the best way to wake up! Thank youuuu 💜💜💜
The Unlucky Ones, my beloveds! That one started like all the others: I went “lmao wouldn’t it be cool” and then it grew into a monster of a concept and venus flytrapping @adiduck in the process.
TUO started because for Halloween I had already Eldritched Obi-Wan so it was Cody’s turn.
I love character design. I like to play around with the given themes or throw them into the ocean and do my own thing. So every time for character designs it really does start out like, “I want to draw that character in these clothes”. There’s no plan. That always happens along the way.
For TUO!Cody I wanted him scary but still being Cody. I thought about typical Halloween things and went with skeletons. Mainly because of the white armor and I thought how cool it would look if the armor was shaped like bones. But I didn’t want the armor to look scary, I wanted him to look scary (and badass) (and like a sexy bastard). While looking for bone refs, I saw enough skulls in different positions. Some of them looked like they were screaming, howling. And I thought, duuuuuuuuude. Duuuuuuude. A skeleton projection rising out of Cody and growing taller and lifting its arms and rushing forward with a scream while Cody stands there like 😎??? YES. LET’S DO THAT.
So the concept of the Curse was born.
It always starts as a visually appealing concept. I try to make sense of my decisions later.
For the other Commanders I thought about how to apply the Cody concept art on them. I didn’t want to copy paste the armor design. But I also wanted them to visually belong together in the same verse.
The designs should be distinct and representative of each character. Even if some details seem questionable at first glance, I always want them to make sense in context. So I add snippets to basically explain myself.
Wolffe’s armor in canon went from red to grey in grief and is rather neat with stenciled designs. For TUO!Wolffe I wanted to up that grief given what Wolffe goes through in TUO. The grey canon design turned into rotten fabric and veils. Which turned Wolffe into a banshee-inspired design. The armor design is reminiscent of those fluttering torn fabrics that indicate a tragedy happened here and the grief is ever present. Going with the banshee and with how I deformed Cody’s face, Wolffe got a deformed jaw (think The Mummy when the corpse screams) which he hides behind a bandana.
Adi suggested beauty in decay for Bly. So he’s got flowers growing out of him. And I desperately needed a reason for him to tell Aayla “General, hold my flower”.
Fox has a deformed back which is only known so far to Adi and me. He started with the little white tufts of hair bc I love that on him and wanted it for TUO!Fox. By then it was already established that their hair goes white with each death. So that meant if I wanted the Fox ears, Fox had to have died twice already. Things like that were the reasons the backstory avalanched into a monster. And suddenly you go from “aww, the white hair looks like ears so cute!!” to “actually Cody killed his brother in training because how the Curse was genetically modified and added to the Commanders makes them go into a berserker state” to “the non-command class clones have instated containment protocols for when a command clone goes berserk”.
Now Ponds. Ponds had to survive. I’m not spoiling his whole story but his character design was inspired by “rising like a phoenix out of the ashes”. So his armor has bird bones and wing bone structures. And with how he looks, his backstory makes perfect sense and is heartbreaking.
Boba was a request by a dear friend. He’s not cursed in TUO canon but my friend loves the design so much she asked if I couldn’t do a Boba design. So I did.
#frost replies#that got LONG#but man#TUO my beloved#TUO is the perfect example#of how I add details#and make them make sense later
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For a fic prompt, I’d love to read something about Pete being sick or hurt and needing care that isn’t related to aftercare post-sex. I’ve found a fair few fics centered on Vegas dealing with being sick and cared for (and Pete basically bullying Vegas into letting him care for Vegas), but haven’t found nearly as many focused on Pete in a non-sexual context. I think that would be interesting and lends itself to your style of writing (at least from what I’ve read of your writing, which is just the VegasPete posted on AO3). I love your work, btw! Thanks for being a fandom author-y’all never get enough credit ❤️
Hello, my dear anon! Thank you so, so much for your kind words and your gorgeous prompt ❤️
Generally, Vegas taking care of Pete is one of my favorite concepts. We got crumbs in the show, crumbs, and I desperately need more of that. Thank you for giving me the incentive to do it myself, though I have dipped my toes into it a little bit before with the things you can(not) change, which had Vegas taking care of Pete emotionally.
Btw, I'm very sorry for being late in replying to this, but I had a bit of trouble coming up with an idea for it until I got hit with some very specific feels, and now here I am, with 5 whole ass pages of words that made me decide to turn this concept into a proper fic. Looking forward to posting it in 2025 lmao.
Here's a part of it:
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Pete woke up laying on his bed, with no recollection of how he got there. The last thing he remembered was going to the kitchen for some water and the noise coming out of Macau's room. It was probably because of that new game he bought last week that he wanted to play so much. His whining suggested he wasn't very good at it.
Pete didn't know what happened after that. He was feeling disoriented, floaty. His head was throbbing. There was bile stuck at the back of his throat, which he couldn't swallow. His mouth was dry. His body was heavy, restricting his movements. He tried opening his eyes, but he got dizzy by the light coming in from outside. He closed them again.
"Why didn't you tell me you were sick?"
Fuck. When did Vegas come back? Where was Macau?
Pete took in a shallow breath, trying to quiet down his heartbeat. He didn't open his eyes.
Vegas sounded angry. He had to calm him down, somehow.
"Vegas..."
"Macau called me in a panic, because he found you unconscious in the kitchen. He thought you died. I did too, when I saw you."
Vegas was holding back tears, Pete could tell; there was a certain way his voice hitched when he spoke like that, vulnerability leaking from his tongue. He sounded small, too, like when he used to do comparisons that led him nowhere.
Pete didn't like it when Vegas was talking like that. The fact that he reverted to that state because of him made it even worse.
"I'm sorry."
"Don't-"
He didn't conclude what he was going to say. Pete could hear sniffing, but nothing else. Not looking at Vegas' face was killing him.
He opened his eyes with extreme difficulty and found Vegas staring at him, with red smeared across the edges of his own eyes and sweat gathered on his forehead. He was too far away. He wasn't touching him.
"Vegas," Pete said, lifting his arm in Vegas' direction, despite how much he couldn't. Vegas widened his eyes and dropped his gaze. He held back a sob. He didn't take Pete's hand.
"You look the same as back then."
Pete let his arm fall on the bed, stunned by Vegas' words.
How could he be so stupid?
He completely forgot. He didn't know why. Maybe because everything that had happened at the safehouse had always seemed like a weird dream to him, one that he never really woke up from.
Pete didn't have any words of comfort to give. His stomach started acting funny. He hoped it wouldn't lead to vomiting. He hadn't done that since his adolescent days, which had been filled with boxing and violence.
"It's not your fault I'm sick," was all he could offer in the end.
"I should have been here, taking care of you-"
"You had an important meeting with Porsche," Pete reminded him.
"Fuck Porsche."
He had thought about it once. How it would feel to have sex with Porsche. Pete imagined it'd be simple. Uncomplicated. Fun, even. Now, it sounded painful, more so than all the things Vegas did to him.
Perhaps Vegas was right getting concerned about Pete's health after all.
He felt a hand touching his forehead. It was cold and sweaty. Pete wished it could get glued there.
"Shit, your fever is high. Have you eaten anything?"
"No."
He felt Vegas suck in a breath, before he heard it.
"I'm cooking you something to eat."
He tried to get up, but Pete caught him before he could escape. A low, whining sound scratched his sore throat.
"Sleep with me. You look tired."
"Pete," Vegas warned. "You're burning up and you need to eat."
"Just for a little while. It'll help."
Vegas sighed. The sound came out unsteady. His bottom lip quivered, or Pete thought it did. His vision was too blurry to be sure.
"Fine, but you're taking something for the fever first."
Pete smiled tiredly at him.
He didn't thank him. He would hate that.
#I love this idea sosososoSOSOSO much#Anon what did you do to me? I'm losing my mind here#I'm sorry this doesn't have much of what you asked heh#but it's laying the groundwork for what's to come I promise#I can't promise the fic to be written and posted soon though#but it'll happen#I'll try my best#kinnporsche the series#vegaspete#fanfic writing#writers asks
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Can't wait for Elucien's book (I hope it's next!!!), but I'm also preparing myself for a whole lot of "but e/riel was planned, she retconned it blah blah blah". I basically block any E/riels I come across because I'm just not interested in them or their ship, but I still see some crap from time to time (the art is pretty tho).
Like they really think Sarah will write not one, but TWO books (Elucien + Gwynriel) instead of writing ONE book she supposedly really wants to write (E/riel). Like Eluciens and Gwynriels broke into her house and are holding her hostage until she writes the books lmao
I agree, the art is beautiful and their vision of Elain is typically lovely.
But yeah, I know we can all predict their backlash if Elucien ends up as endgame (PLEASE let them be next, it's been so long coming for them and especially Lucien - end his suffering! 😭).
I don't know how anyone can claim she retconned E/riel if that happens considering Elain and Lucien were made mates in book 2. MATES. There is nothing so special as a well matched mating bond so how can two mates ending up together be a retcon?
For every E/riel relationship "hint" that popped up, SJM also provided us the mallet to knock that hint back into it's hole (sort of like a game of Whack-a-Mole.
Elain wears cobalt when she first meets Az? Cobalt is revealed to also be Graysens color.
Azriel took Elain out to the garden? Only after Lucien first suggested it and Feyre called down her orders to Rhys through the bond.
Azriel offered to take Elain to see how her seeds here coming in? Only after Feyre first offered to take her.
Feyre questions why Elain and Az aren't mates but then never speaks of Elain and Az as a thing again. And yes, Rhys says sometimes the bond picks poorly but why did the bond pick poorly for his parents? Because his father was cold and vicious while his mother was soft and fiery. Between Lucien and Az, who is more cold and vicious? Neither is a bad guy like Rhys's father of course but really, people are LYING to themselves in they aren't willing to admit Az is a lot more like Rhys's father than Lucien. And that means he would not be right for Elain who is soft and fiery like Rhys's mother.
Azriel figured out Elain was a Seer? Only because Feyre begged him for help and he winnowed away after her plea to search for answers. Not to mention Feyre knew that Elain foresaw the ravens coming before Az did, she just didn't know that made her a Seer. And Cassian was not the one to discover Nesta's true powers so clearly it's not a romantically coded thing.
Azriel lent Elain TT? Only after Cassian offered her a dagger then Mor begged him to sit out of battle. Had the female he loved not cried to him to stay safe, Az would not have had TT to offer Elain in the first place. And Elain only took it after Feyre's reassurance she wouldn't need it (not when Az first gave it to her). Also, SJM very pointedly told us that Elain returned it to him and "did not look back". It doesn't matter what Az offered because in the end, Elain did not want it.
Azriel might have gotten her a Solstice gift the second year but he was relieved not to have to get her one the first and looked at Mor with yearning while Elain was sitting right in the room with them 😬 What a disturbing romance right? Az drooling over Mor while the apparent "love of his life" is beside him?
And yes, Elain and Az nearly kissed but since when has that ever mattered in an endgame pairing? Feyre and Tamlin did way more. So did Nesta outside of Cassian.
Az also then told Elain she was a mistake and ended up feeling happier an hour later after spending time with another female.
So where exactly would SJM be retconning E/riel when for every positive interaction there is an equally negative one (when it comes to their ship)?
For every example of buildup she turned around and knocked them right back down to the ground.
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35. kissing their bruises and scars. Maybe? 🫢
Isabel thank you for this ask!! This made me think of just let me adore you! and I fought with myself the whole day because I, of course, don't want to spoil anything from teeth!
But I figured out a happy medium; a coda for an unwritten scene in Adore you, after they resolved their feelings in the hotel room and fucked nasty about it. This happens after that, where they fucked nasty in the shower! Also, can be read as a stand alone if you haven't read Adore you, but I strongly suggest you do! (pardon my self promotion)
(I'm gonna add the banner cause I never get to use it lmao)
Max’s mind went blissfully blank and his knees buckled as Daniel kissed him. The cool tile at his back shocked him a little into awareness, but it only made him clench Daniel’s hips harder. Daniel’s hands were still going through the pseudo motions of wiping Max down with a soapy washcloth, they both knew where this was going the moment a shared shower was suggested.
“I want to suck your dick.” Daniel whispered against his lips and Max didn’t even bother to hold back his own groan.
“How very ‘save the oceans’ of you.” He grinned and bit his lip when Daniel pinched his ass in response. The waterfall shower head drizzled overhead, cocooning them in their own version of paradise.
“We can like turn the shower off, but if you don’t put your dick in my mouth right now..” Daniel waved in the direction of the shower trim and slid expectantly to his knees. He looked up at Max through his lashes and opened his mouth. Max’s cock was centimeters from his lips and Max could feel the small puffs of Daniel’s exhale.
He reached blindly for the pipes, not taking his eyes from Daniel’s. “You are, Of course, already down there. And I wouldn’t want you to drown.” He muttered in explanation as the water shut off. He ignored Daniel’s mocking nod of agreement, instead resting his palm overtop sopping curls and fed Daniel his dick.
Daniel moaned immediately, sucking Max’s cock like a treat. Languidly gliding his tongue over every stitch of skin, skillfully drawing moans and curses from the man above him. He pressed his tongue into Max’s slit while massaging his balls and that drew a surprised shout
“Daniel!” Max’s accent was strong in his pleasure and Daniel would forever love the way he called his name. Pressing his nose into Max’s wet pubes, Daniel moaned around Max’s dick. His lover made an aborted cry, or his voice gave out, but he was coming down Daniel’s throat.
Daniel licked at the tip of Max’s cock before kissing his hip, then his belly button. He marked his way back up Max’s body, paying special attention to any silvery scars he met along the way. There weren’t any particularly long or bad ones, which made Daniel irrationally happy. Happy to know that Max was indeed safe and no one had hurt him.
Max gripped the back of Daniel’s neck and melded their lips together messily. Devouring him like he couldn’t get enough, because he couldn’t. He never thought he’d have this again, that he would be able to scratch his nails along Daniel’s scalp or bump his nose against Daniel’s as they breathed the same air.
Max’s other hand clutched at Daniel’s waist, his fingers brushing over the raised skin of the newest scar to mar Daniel’s flesh. Daniel’s hard dick twitched against Max’s hip, pressing against where Daniel had kissed.
Max slipped to his own knees lazily, brushing his nose along Daniel’s chest and abs through his chest hair and happy trail. His fingers trailing the path of face, and he felt Daniel’s abs flutter and contract beneath him. Max kissed his way over corded muscle, before honing in on the mark his fingers found. The last bit of Nico and that night. He licked the raised line, kissing the skin around it before pressing his lips along the blemish. Daniel’s breath hitched above him.
Max glanced up to see Daniel watching him with wide eyes, he nosed the scar again before continuing on to concentrate on Daniel’s straining cock. He licked and suckled wetly, slurping at Daniel’s precome hungrily.
“Fuck…” Daniel’s head was thrown back and his fingers were pulling at his own hair as if that was the only thing keeping him grounded and from spilling his load. Max swiped a finger through the dribble on his chin and pressed the slick digit slowly into Daniel’s ass, still a bit open from their earlier session.
Daniel jumped in shock before clenching around Max’s finger, wanting to pull him in further, wanting more. The sensations were overwhelming and he came with a groan. Daniel leaned against the tiled wall panting while Max stood to his full height and grinned at him.
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