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sturnlsstuff · 11 months ago

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MISSED YOU | chris sturniolo: part 2

pairing: dealer!chris x fem!reader

summary: after finishing deals for today, chris calls you to "check" on you, but he ends up coming over and making a mess on your couch.

warnings: mdni, smut, sub!chris, dom!reader, handjob, pet names, kinda bratty reader + more...

a/n: part one here!! didnt plan to do more than one part but yall seemed to like it so here it is. once again english isn't my first language so sorry for any mistakes

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chris wasn't planning to end up like this. on your couch, his hard throbbing dick leaking with precum aching for the release you refused to give him. it was such a pretty view for you. his brown hair was sticking out from under the hood of his black fresh love hoodie, his flushed cheeks and pink swollen lips, that he keeps biting to muffle his pathetic whines and moans, that escapes his mouth. all of this because of you. when he called you earlier, all he wanted was to actually check on you, since he was aware how much he wore you out after your last sex in his car two days ago. but you kept being sarcastic, your bratty attitude annoyed him, and he promised he'll come over once he's done with his deals, and then teach you how to keep your pretty little mouth shut. things took a different turn quick.

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"i'm tellin' you, ma, i just wanted to check on ya. why you so surprised, huh?" chris asks smirking and watching your cheeks turn a deeper shade of pink, it was visible even through the screen.

"nothing, i'm just...." you sigh, deciding to finally change the topic. chris usually was texting you to ask if you're good if he went too hard on you, but he never calls. until now. "whatever, forget it. how long will you be there?"

"hmmm, i have two more people and then i'm done. what, you miss me?" he grins more when you roll your eyes in response.

"no, idiot, i don't.."

"that's interesting, sweetheart, you said somethin' else the last time we-"

"shut the fuck up." you cut him off, making his smirk widen.

"easy there, don't talk to me like that."

you roll your eyes again. "maybe go back working, what is your lazy ass doing on the phone, huh?"

"my lazy ass? you the one doin' nothin' all day on this couch while others are being productive."

"then come back to being productive, dickhead."

chris grins, narrowing his eyes. he was somewhere outside, you could barely see him because it was dark, but the light from the lantern fell on his face, highlighting his facial features. "careful, ma, don't get all arrogant on me. y'know if you were here right now, i'd shut your pretty mouth real quick."

"well, but i'm not with you there, soooo..."

"a'ight go back to lounging on the couch all day, watchin' those shitty ass movies." he looks up for a second, before looking down on his phone, you could hear some man's voice in the back.

"keep calling me lazy and i won't ever suck you off again." you raised your eyebrow, giving him a fake smile. he licks his lips, answering after a moment.

"oh c'mon, sweetheart, don't be a bitch."

"damn christopher, now you be callin' me a bitch? you're fucked." you shake your head, but a little smile is playing on your lips.

"stop acting all snarky and sarcastic, and maybe i will stop callin' you that."

"cry about it."

"keep it up, smartass, i'll make sure you gonna be the one cryin' when i come over."

you narrows your eyes, seeing his stupid smile on his face. "who said i will let you come over?"

"i'm finishing soon, see you there, ma. i'll be takin' out all that stupid words of yours, outta your pretty little mouth."

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he was asking himself, how did he end up with you making him whimper. when he stepped inside your house twenty minutes ago, he was so ready to make you regret talking to him like that, until he pulled you onto his lap and you started grinding down on him. he was trying to keep his control, but you just knew how to make him lose it.

all of this started because you told him he stole your outfit. you both were wearing black fresh love hoodies, the hood over your heads. the difference was you had grey sweatpants on and he had the black ones.

"no, YOU stole my outfit. you just copied me." he said to you, shaking his head with a grin.

"yes, 'cause the only thing on my mind is copying you."

"stop bein' childish"

"i am childish?" your eyes widen, looking at him as he's an idiot.

this banter quickly turned into you two making out and you teasing chris. your tongue sliding inside his mouth, your hips slowly moving, making a little bit of a friction. his dick was already hard, aching for your touch, but you weren't gonna give him what he wanted that fast.

"mmmhm, shit..." chris mutters against your lips, bucking up his hips but you quickly pressed them down with your hands, now breaking the kiss.

"oh, are u impatient?" you smile looking down at him. he opens his eyes, scanning your face for a bit, before reaching a hand to push your hood off your head and get a better look on your face. a little smile appears on his lips when he sees your messy hair. you press herself harder onto him, making him hiss.

"fffuck, ma, you gonna drive me insane-"

your hands travels under his hoodie, just running your long nails up and down his chest, before you start toying with the waistband of his sweatpants, continuing moving your hips.

chris watches you as you take your hand out from under his hoodie, and start to toy with the waist band of his sweatpants, he keeps staring up at you and his dick grows harder with every second.

“ughhhh...ffffuck i know exactly what you doin'..."

"yeah? what am i doing chris?" she plays innocent, keeping the eye contact with him and then she grinds against him more, his tip brushing against her pussy, making both of them whimper.

his lip between his teeth as he tries to control himself, but his cock is painfully sensitive, twitching in his pants. he puts his hands on the sides of your hips, pulling you down against him more as he groans a bit. you feel he's careful though, remembering he left bruises on your skin two days ago.

“shittt, you playin’ with me, mama.. stop doin' that"

"you want me to stop, hm?"

"ohh, no, don't stop doin' that, just... stop playin' with me.."

"and why would i?" she stops moving on him, her hand travels down and while looking him in the eyes, she starts stroking him through his sweatpants. chris lets out another quiet whine, throwing his head back on the couch, his dick leaking, begging for some kind of relief.

"cuz i'm hard as hell, it hurts"

she smiles, squeezing him slightly and answering after a moment. "that's cute."

"oh- fuckkkk, you fuckin' little tease-" he groans, closing his eyes for a moment.

you keep moving your hand, watching him trying so hard to hold back his moans, but he isn't able to. chris looks up at you, seeing how you’re so invested and watching him struggle and he feels you keep stroking him through his sweatpants, he’s so hard now from you just touching him like this.

"yeahhhh.. just like that.. oh god, that feels s'good..”

he groans softly again as you continue to stroke him through, he’s starting to leak more but his sweatpants are still in the way.

"ahh careful... you might cum in your pants." she smirks, biting her lip. she was getting more and more turned on just by watching him like this, but it wasn't about her today. today she needed to make him lose it.

he grins at you and he looks down seeing a small wet spot showing through on the sweatpants.

“i mean, you're doin' this to me, don't say that like it was my fault.."

"you can always hold back, y'know"

"oh, it's- fuck..." he cuts himself off when he sees you pulling down his sweatpants finally. "shiit, dont act all smartass again, y'know i cant when you do that to me-" he gulps, finishing his sentence but his whole focus is now directed on you.

your lip is between your teeth as you pull down his boxers, revealing his hard, aching, leaking with precum cock. you couldn't believe that you were the cause of his struggle, and that you could make him that desperate. you wrap your hand around him, rubbing his sensitive tip with your thumb and watching his reaction. he bites his lip, watching you, his tip twitching visibly and he moans again from your touch, he’s getting so much precum leaking out. he's fighting with himself, trying not to buck his hips up and start thrusting into your hand.

“ohhhh fucckkk.... shit please- just a little more... mmm, oh god.... ima cum if you keep doin' this-"

"what did you say?"

"fuck, p-please.."

"couldn't you said that sooner? you wouldn't be struggling so much..." she smiles hearing him begging and then starts slowly moving her hand up and down his length. she's still straddling him, his one hand digging into her thigh, and the other one on the couch to try and brace himself from how good it feels.

"s'good... fuck, so, so good..." he leans his head back, his eyes rolling back for a second as he gulps, but then he looks at you again, loving the sight in front of him, and also you just bring him closer to the edge.

"yeah? wanna cum already? how naughty.."

"oh- my god... mmmhh, please, mama- i'm so-"

your words just sets him off even more, his dick twitching in your hand as you now picks up your pace, making him groan. the way you're so dominant right now turns him on so much, he would never think he'd be liking it so much, but damn, he does.

"i... ughhh, you so good at this- fuck..." his fingers dig into your skin more, leaving new marks on your thighs, he's on the edge now.

"c'mon pretty boy, come for me, yeah?" you speed up your hand more, watching him intensely. your words stealing a louder moan from him, his dick twitches, he bucks up his hips and he releases all over himself. white strings of his cum on his black hoodie, all over your hand, his thighs and even on your couch. you have to bite on your lip to hold back a moan, while he squeezes his eyes for a moment, cursing under his breath. you slow down with your hand, stopping after a moment as he opens his eyes, looking up at you.

you smirk, making eye contact with him and slowly licking his cum from your hand. he groans in response, breathing heavily.

"damn, i might get hard again."

"freak."

"but you into it." he grins and pulls you into another sloppy kiss.

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a/n: do we fw this or nah, lmk 🫦

#chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo smut #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo x fem reader #matt sturniolo #dealer chris

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killerplink · 2 months ago

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COMFORT

Pairing: Dick Grayson x Female Reader

Words: 2,9k

Plot: You're on your period and feeling all kinds of crampy and grumpy. Dick's already made you a cozy meal, but when the pizza cravings hit, he doesn't hesitate to make it happen.

Dick's all proud of himself, watching you take your first bite, waiting for that little happy hum you always do when something tastes good. That's his favorite part, seeing you enjoy something he made, watching your shoulders relax as you melt into a warm, home cooked meal.

He loves the way your eyes flutter shut when a flavor hits just right, the little wiggle you do when you're especially pleased, the way you lean into the warmth of the food like it's wrapping you up in a hug. It's domestic, it's sweet, and it makes all the effort in the kitchen more than worth it.

He swears, that little hum of satisfaction? It's like the highest form of praise, even better than a thank you. It's like his whole heart swells hearing it, knowing he put a little bit of his love into every bite. It's his thing with you—cooking something up and waiting for that sound like a reward, like a little piece of happiness wrapped up in a soft noise that's just for him.

But then... nothing. No hum, no little wiggle of contentment, not even a pleased sigh. Just you, sitting there, poking at your plate like it personally wronged you, looking guilty as hell. That's his second clue.

The first was when he walked in the door and found your favorite fuzzy blanket crumpled in a sad little pile on the couch, not wrapped around you like it usually is. Then there was the half empty tea mug sitting on the coffee table—your comfort drink—cold and abandoned, which meant you tried to soothe yourself but gave up halfway. All of that put a little thought in his head, a quiet hmmm, but now? Watching you fidget with your fork, pushing the food around without actually eating?

Oh yeah, he has a pretty good idea of what's going on.

"Baby, what's wrong?"

You freeze for half a second, just a split second, but it's long enough for him to catch it. He sees the way your shoulders tense, how you keep your eyes glued to your plate like maybe if you stare hard enough, the question will disappear. Then, you shake your head, mumbling something about how the food is great, that he really outdid himself, and you're just not that hungry tonight.

Mhmm, no. That's not gonna fly with him.

He watches you, eyes narrowing slightly like he's dissecting every detail, his brain slotting the clues together piece by piece. It's not even about the food. It never is when you get like this. It's about you, about whatever's swirling around in that pretty head of yours, tying your thoughts in knots and making you feel like you've got to downplay it.

So he doesn't say anything at first. Just tilts his head a little, gaze soft but knowing, scanning your face as you do everything in your power to avoid looking at him. He can feel the guilt rolling off you in waves, and honestly?

He doesn't even know why you'd feel guilty in the first place. Wanting something else to eat isn't a crime, but you always get like this when you think you're being difficult, even though you're not. Not to him.

So he just waits. One brow raised, head slightly cocked, patience practically radiating off him as he sits perfectly still. It takes ten seconds—maybe fifteen—and then...

"It's really good, baby, I swear, I just..." your voice goes soft, almost sheepish. "I kinda want pizza."

There it is. The way you say it is so small, like you're confessing to some horrible crime, and Dick watches the realization click into place in real time. His whole face softens, the corners of his mouth tugging up in a barely there smile because oh. Baby's on her period. Of course.

And God, he gets it. Cravings are cravings, and sometimes, no matter how good a meal is, your body just wants something else. He's not mad. Not even a little. If anything, he finds it kind of adorable how nervous you got about it. Like he wouldn't gladly throw that food in the fridge, grab his keys, and pick up whatever you wanted. Hell, he'd order three different kinds of pizza just to see you smile again.

His head dips slightly, like he's holding back a fond laugh. "That's all?"

He's already reaching for his phone, thumb pulling up the app for your go to pizza place like it's the most obvious solution in the world. "Why didn't you just say so?"

And that's when you really start fidgeting, squirming a little in your seat like you really don't want him to do that. Your hand reaches for his wrist, fingers curling around it gently.

"Dick, no," you whine, voice soft with guilt. "You cooked."

He pauses, glancing up at you, and yep, there it is. That look in your eyes, the one that says I feel like an ungrateful little shit right now. And really, he should've seen that coming.

Because you know how much effort he puts into cooking for you, how much he loves making sure you're eating well, especially when you're not feeling your best. He cares, puts thought into every meal, every little ingredient tailored to what you like, what you need. And now, here you are, sitting at the table like some kind of traitor, ready to toss his hard work aside just because your hormones decided they wanted something else.

But instead of being annoyed, instead of rolling his eyes or telling you to just eat what's in front of you like someone else might, he just gives you a look. A soft, easy look. The kind that says Baby, you know me better than that.

"Sweet girl," he says simply, flipping his phone so you can see the pizza app. "I don't care. If you want pizza, we're getting pizza. Simple."

And you do want it. God, you really want it. Like you can practically taste the grease and melted cheese just thinking about it.

"But you made such a nice meal—"

"And I can put it in the fridge and eat it tomorrow. Not a big deal."

His fingers slip between yours, squeezing gently, and ugh, it's really hard to argue when he's looking at you like that. He knows how stubborn you are, how you want to show appreciation for the things he does, but right now? All he cares about is making sure you feel comfortable and happy, not guilty over something so small.

"I'd rather you actually eat something you want instead of sitting here feeling bad about it," he adds, voice warm and steady.

Your shoulders drop a little, the tension easing out of you, lips pressing together like you're trying to hold back some kind of emotion. It's dumb—you know he doesn't mind, know he'd bend over backward for you in a heartbeat—but still, the guilt lingers in that annoying little way it always does.

"Okay..." you mumble, voice small. "Pizza sounds really nice."

He smiles. "Yeah?"

You nod, and honestly, that's all he fucking needs.

"Good."

Next thing you know, he's tugging you up from your chair with zero effort, making you squeak as he drags you over to the couch. He plops you down gently, grinning as you blink up at him.

"Alright," he says, already pulling up the menu, "go lay down. I'll order it, and while we wait, I'm grabbing you the heating pad."

"Dick—" you start to protest, "but—"

BOOP. His finger flicks your forehead, just enough to surprise you.

"Shhh," he grins.

You stare at him, stunned, one hand flying up to rub at the barely there flick. "Did you just—"

"Yep," he smirks. "And I'll do it again if you don't stop being difficult."

You huff, but your lips twitch, betraying you. You're not actually mad, and you both know it.

"Let me baby you," he says simply, already turning toward the bedroom. "Just let me."

And ugh, fine. Fine. You sink back into the cushions, arms crossed but face warm, heart doing that soft, fluttery thing it always does with him.

By the time the pizza's ordered, Dick's gone full overachiever mode. You've got a heating pad pressed against your belly, fuzzy socks on your feet, and a cozy hoodie draped over your shoulders—his, obviously, because he knows you love stealing them, especially when you're feeling like crap. And because he can't help himself, he also grabbed your favorite snack, just in case.

When he hands it to you, you stare down at it for a second before mumbling, "You're so nice to me."

He grins, flopping down next to you. "Uh, yeah?" One arm hooks around your waist, tugging you into his side. "You like me, remember?"

And... well, he's got a point.

Twenty minutes later, the doorbell rings, and you practically launch yourself at the pizza box when he brings it over. First bite? Absolute heaven. You let out a happy little mmm, sinking deeper into the couch, and Dick just sits there, watching you with a soft smile like you're the best thing he's ever seen, pulling a slice for himself, watching you finally relax for the first time all night.

You glance at him between bites, swallowing before mumbling, "You're really not mad?"

He frowns, chewing for a second before swallowing. "Why the hell would I be mad?"

"Because I didn't eat your food."

"Baby," he sighs, setting his pizza down so he can turn toward you fully. His fingers slide under your chin, tilting your face toward him. "You don't need to force yourself to eat something just because I made it." His thumb rubs along your jaw, voice warm, low, and sweet. "I like cooking for you because I love you. And if you tell me you don't want something, I'm never gonna be upset about that."

Your eyes drop slightly, and he leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

"I just want you happy, sweet girl." Another kiss. "That's the real win in my book."

Your fingers curl into the front of his shirt, squeezing gently as something warm and annoyingly emotional bubbles up in your chest. Goddamn hormones. But if you're being honest, you think it might be more of a him thing.

For now, though, you let yourself melt into him, sighing when his arms wrap around you, pulling you into his chest. You don't even think about it, you just shift closer, hands curling into the soft fabric of his shirt, pressing your face into his collarbone like it's instinct.

And yeah, maybe you're being a little clingy. Maybe you've been clinging to him all night, really, grabbing at his shirt, leaning into his side, frowning whenever he shifts even an inch away. But you don't seem to notice, not fully.

He does, though. Dick loves this part. The way your body automatically seeks him out, the way you hold onto him like he's the only thing keeping you tethered to comfort. Your fingers curl into his shirt, face tucked into the crook of his neck, and he swears his heart melts a little.

You get like this every time, without fail—extra soft, extra needy, extra pouty about everything—and it's cute as hell. Like, impossibly cute. He'd never admit it out loud, not unless he's trying to get that adorable little glare you give him, but he lives for it.

And he knows that if he points it out, if he so much as teases you a little, you'll get all flustered. You'll wrinkle your nose at him, try to pull away, mumbling under your breath about how you're not clingy, you're just tired.

Like you're not literally curled up against him like a little koala, legs tangled with his, clinging like he's the only safe place your body knows how to lean into. But he doesn't say a word about it. Not because he doesn't want to—God, he does—but because he loves this too much to risk you pulling away.

So he just holds you closer instead, running his fingers through your hair, tracing slow, lazy circles against your back. His touch is gentle, soothing, like he's content to stay like this forever. And really? He is.

If you want to spend the whole night tucked into him, being all soft and snuggly, he's not complaining. Hell, he's already planning to pull the blanket tighter around you both, maybe press a kiss to your hair and whisper something low and sweet, just to hear that little content sigh you make when you think he's not paying attention.

The rest of the night is spent on the couch, eating pizza, watching dumb movies, and basking in the fact that Dick Grayson is actually the best boyfriend in the universe. He insists on letting you pick the movie—even if you choose the cheesiest from com or the dumbest action flick—and doesn't complain once.

Not even when you steal the last slice of pizza or hog the blanket. He just grins, pulls you closer, and throws out some playful commentary about the movie that makes you laugh until your cheeks hurt.

And maybe, just maybe, you fall asleep curled up against him, your body warm and soft against his side. You make a soft little sigh in your sleep when he adjusts his hold, and God, it's the kind of sound that tugs at something deep in his chest.

His fingers run lazy patterns down your back—absentminded, slow—and he barely even realizes he's doing it. It's just habit at this point, a way to soothe you, to make sure you stay comfortable. His other hand rests gently on your hip, thumb brushing back and forth as the glow of the TV flickers across the room.

He glances down at you, taking in the way your lashes rest against your cheeks, how peaceful you look nestled against him, and he can't help the soft smile that pulls at his lips. Yeah, he thinks, this is perfect.

There's nowhere else he'd rather be, no place that could ever compare to having you right here, safe in his arms, completely at ease. And even when the credits roll and the room goes quiet, he doesn't move. Not when you're breathing so softly, not when you're so perfectly content.

So he just holds you tighter, presses a tender kiss to your temple, and whispers, "Sweet dreams, baby," like you can hear him, even if you're already lost to sleep.

Because this—this part right here—is his favorite. Taking care of you. Making sure you're okay, making sure you never feel weird about needing him.

Because he knows how you get, how you always feel a little embarrassed when your nightmare periods hit. It doesn't matter how long you've been together; every time, without fail, you try to downplay it.

Like you don't want to bother him, like he's not your boyfriend, like he wouldn't literally drop everything if you needed him to. But the thing is, he would. You always brush it off with a small smile, mumbling something about being fine, but he sees right through it. He always does.

If you need pads, he's out the door without hesitation, keys in hand, grabbing not just the essentials but also your favorite snacks and a heating pad refill, just in case. He knows your go to comfort foods by heart, always remembering that extra treat you try to pretend you don't want but secretly do.

His voice is soft, low and tender, wrapping around you like a safety net. He even heats up your favorite comfort item without you asking, holding it against your belly himself if you're too exhausted to move.

And if you cry because sometimes the hormones hit hard and everything feels overwhelming, he doesn't say a word about it. He just holds you closer, wiping away tears with his thumb while reminding you, "You don't have to be tough for me, you know. Let it out, baby."

No matter what it is, he never makes you feel awkward about it. Never rolls his eyes, never tells you to suck it up, never makes you feel like you're asking for too much. Because to him? You never are.

Never too much, never a burden. You could ask him for the smallest thing, like grabbing a glass of water, or the biggest, like holding you through the worst night of your life, and he'd do it without hesitation.

If anything, he thinks it's an honor to be the person you trust enough to lean on. He wants to be that person. Your person. The one you turn to when things get hard, the one who can make things even a little bit easier. Taking care of you isn't some chore to him, it's something he genuinely loves. Something that makes his heart feel full in a way nothing else does.

So yeah, he smiles. Of course he does. Because taking care of you is his favorite thing to do. Always has been, always will be. And if you nuzzle in closer without even realizing, nose tucked against his neck, breathing him in like he's the safest place you've ever known, complete with soft snores and a tiny bit of drool?

Well, that's just a bonus. His arm tightens around you automatically, thumb brushing soothingly along your back as he lets out a soft breath. There's this warmth that blooms in his chest—a quiet, content kind of happiness that sinks deep into his bones.

He tilts his head just enough to press a gentle kiss to your hair, lingering there for a moment. "God," he murmurs, "I love you so much it's fucking ridiculous."

And yeah, he knows you're asleep, knows you can't hear the words, but he says them anyway—soft, tender, like a little promise.

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after-witch · 1 month ago

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“I've been swirling around with a fic idea that involves a Baby Saja stan finding out things the hard way.”

i am rattling the bars of my enclosure 👁️👁️ give us crumbs queen 🤲

I don't actually have real crumbs just fic ideas but y'know what here's a lil thing on the fly, just a quick scene from one of the fic ideas, before I go flop in bed

note for this wip snippet: foreign reader, yandere baby saja, abusive relationship

"I don't understand--"

His smile is sweet, cut with something too tangy for your liking; like a spritz of unwanted lemon in your drink. "You want a dictionary? What about...?"

He idly points to a cutesy English-to-Korean dictionary intended for little kids that he'd gifted you, all wrapped up and topped with a bow, the first time you complained about not understanding what he and the Saja Boys were talking about while you were in the room.

Complained about the way it seemed they--and he--talked around you, not at you; the way it felt like something was being said that you weren't meant to know.

And you'd felt stupid afterward, really. Ungrateful. Like an oaf of a tourist bitching about no one speaking English in another country, and not someone extremely lucky--someone he'd chosen, out of anyone in the world, to be his girlfriend.

Not that he called you anything as mean as ungrateful or stupid or an oaf, no, no. He'd only coo'd and immediately grabbed his phone to order you a dictionary, and didn't say anything about you being so... so... Rude. Ungrateful. Stupid--aren't you all those things? Isn't he good to you? Aren't you special?

Something curdles in your stomach at the thoughts, sour, tangy.

'"It's not that--it's--I don't mean literally." Your teeth find the inside of your cheek and clench, adding to the growing stress-lines inside your gums that have been forming over the past few months.

You don't know why you can't bring yourself to just say it. Baby's never been mean to you, has he?

"I don't understand... why you took my phone away"

He tilts his head, just a little. The smile he had earlier becomes a little pout. Fuck, he's cute. But--

He took your phone away. Literally. Like you were some little kid, some unruly teen that lost phone privileges after refusing to take the trash out or something.

"Your... phone?" He sounds the words out slowly.

Your fingers fold together, and your nails--a manicure he paid for, pastel pink, this week--find the grooves of your knuckles and begin to scratch. Each scratch matches the way your teeth gently gnaw on the inside of your mouth, slow, methodical.

Why is it so hard to bring it up?

"I mean... I need it to talk to people. Like, my friends. Or my mom. And I like to--to look things up on it. Videos. Or um, shopping."

It's your main connection to the outside world, now that a normal life wasn't possible without covering your face and hoping no one noticed who you were; now that he'd advised against going outside without him, or at least an escort.

His smile comes back now anyway, toothy, eager. "I'll buy you something! And we will watch videos on my phone." He pulls it out before you even have a chance to blink, finger already deftly scrolling for videos. "Hmmm. Puppies, fashion show... candy reviews..."

The sound that escapes your lips is something like a bubble that popped too early--a but that doesn't quite form as he takes hold of your sleeve, pulling you with him to the teal sofa that matches the color of his hair.

You see the videos but you're not actually watching them as he begins to binge watch them, keeping you pulled against him. The closeness is inviting, and despite it all, you can feel your heart begin to race, heat flush to your chest.

But--but--but.

"I just think..."

He doesn't stop scrolling.

"That maybe you're a bit... maybe taking my phone is a bit..."

His thumb hovers over the video, keeping it paused.

"Controlling?"

He sweeps his thumb, and switches to a new video. A Saja Boys single blasting over a choreographed number from a group of amateur dancers. He doesn't take his eyes off it, but you see the way his content smile goes a little slack, the way his voice loses that sweet fullness.

"You know why I took your phone, babe."

Your chest tightens.

He does look at you now, eyebrows lifting, almost concerned. The video repeats on his phone, the too-familiar lyrics scoring his words.

"Don't you?"

#yandere baby saja #yandere saja boys #heeeeeelp meeee I'm obsessed #anyway let's pretend they were there for months or however long I feel like to make this fic work

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aayakashii · 3 months ago

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YALL REMEMBER THIS??! LMAO anyway here's the last part!! ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

Part 1, part 2, part 3 and part 4

How Tokyo Debunker boys react after receiving a cute little plushie from MC – Yuri and Jiro

Yuri – Hamster plushie

Literally how dare you think he is childish enough to appreciate something like A PLUSHIE

And of a HAMSTER of all things?!? WHAT ARE YOU IMPLYING??

Of a thousand words he says after he receives the plushie, not one of them is a "thank you"

In fact, you get kinda fed up with his brattiness and try to grab the plushie back, already regretting giving it to him

Imagine your surprise when he basically pounces over the toy, protecting it from your grasp as he grips it tightly over his chest

You two just...... stare at each other awkwardly for a few seconds, before Yuri clears his throat and puts the plushie on top of his chair (with a very obvious blush)

"Just because you have less than appropriate gift giving abilities, doesn't mean I will reject your handmade gift! Just do better next time" he stutters, poofing out his chest like a peacock, trying to keep a little bit of dignity

You see right through him anyway

Pursing your lips to keep yourself from laughing and frustrating him further, you just nod and leave his office so he can process the fact that you spent your actual personal time making something for him

Spoiler alert: he doesn't process it well

He keeps the hamster on his bed and still flinches and blushes profusely when he sees its little puffy cheeks and bright beady eyes

(Since he pulls so many all nighters, he actually haven't gotten used to it yet at all)

(When he does sleep, however, his arms unconsciously snake around the round body of the little guy, squishing it against his face with a satisfied sigh)

(It smells good. He can actually sleep properly without thinking about all the articles he needs to write and all the things he needs to do to prove himself to everyone around him)

(He can just be.)

Jiro – Dinosaur plushie

"It's not my birthday"

"I know"

"Hmmm..." a pause as he stares down at the green dinosaur you pushed into his hands "is it a holiday I'm not aware of?"

You sigh, shaking your head. "No Jiro, I made it for you just because. It's a gift."

"Oh. Okay. Thanks."

To be fair, you shouldn't have expected an effusive reaction from Jiro, of all people. It was still a bit upsetting though.

But at least he seemed fascinated by your craftsmanship, staring at every little detail and loose thread on the toy's body

You were unaware of it for a long time until you managed to spot Jiro on campus again, but he actually has been carrying his designated little guy everywhere

If someone is afraid of needles or of doctors, Jiro immediately hands them the little dino so they can hug it (even though his patients are usually not kids)

(He rebutts their embarrassment by saying that there are no studies claiming that adults can't be comforted by plushies now be quiet and get ready for the blood test–)

The way he carries the plushie isn't exactly the most gentle (he just holds it by its head, green chubby body flopping everywhere while he walks fast)

But you're more than happy to see that Jiro appreciated your little gift in his own way

(And you don't know, but when his illness catches him off guard, nausea gut punching him unpredictably, he uses the dinosaur as his only way of grounding – the soft fur being his only solace as he trudges his way back to Mortkranken.)

(Maybe he should ask you to make him a little white coat. It's his assistant, after all.)

#tokyo debunker #tokyo debunker headcanons #yuri isami #jiro kirisaki

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batmanisagatewaydrug · 4 months ago

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hi mx witch, I’ve been debating whether to send this in for a bit but I am curious what you think. I’ve been going back and forth on the ongoing “can you read at least one singular book by a Black woman” discussion bc there is a thing where especially white readers (I am also white, non american but also somewhere with significant Black diaspora) hold up Black authors as somehow being the pinnacle of diversity and ending the conversation there. I don’t think you are doing this btw but this is the reading comprehension site. I just worry it doesn’t prompt people to think about more general issues of diversity in publishing when E/SE/S Asian authors also get screwed over in the industry (especially Asian women who don’t want to write about being Oppressed by their Traditional Culture) and there are just shamefully few published Indigenous authors from any continent.

HOWEVER. then I see some of the more tar pit responses to your book posts and to the rap discourse (oh my god the rap discourse) and I am like. hmmm maybe we should stay focussed on prompting people to challenge their anti-blackness for a bit when so many people are clearly incapable of the baby step of reading more widely. Much to consider.

📚

ps if you post this and anyone reads it and goes “oh wow this is so right, I guess I don’t need to read books by Black women”: no

pps SORRY for spam if this is a second anon, I asked this morning with dodgy signal and have no idea if it went through or if you are just swamped/don’t want to reply. no pressure.

hi anon,

I think it's a really good and thoughtful question, and I appreciate the good faith engagement with this question a lot! your concern reminds me a lot of something Yaa Gyasi (an author who's come up a lot in discussion about Black women writers!) said in this interview a few years ago:

Representation isn’t enough. It’s not enough to see people as representatives, and not actually engage with what they’re trying to say. I guess I’ve been feeling dispirited about the way that my work gets read, as it allows people to pat themselves on the back and feel like they’ve done something. Is literature enough? That’s frankly the question I’ve been asking this past year. I used to be the kind of person who would say this is making us more empathetic. But I’m not sure anymore if that’s what’s happening. Are you reading, or are you reading?

and I definitely agree with her, and think that a lot of people have a tendency to reduce authors who aren't white, heterosexual men to tokens whose work they're morally obligated to read to be Good Allies, rather than because the work genuinely speaks to them, entertains them, moves them, challenges them, or does anything else that literature is capable of. it doesn't help that the publishing industry itself has an awful tendency of tokenzing authors, as you alluded to.

this is one of the reasons why I never include spaces pertaining to an author's personal identity on the reading bingo sheets that I design. I know that prompts like "read a book by a Native author" or "read a book by a trans author" and so on are quite popular in many book bingo spaces, but to me they run the risk of tokenizing those authors and make it seem as if it's fine if, for instance, no Native or trans authors are found anywhere else on the sheet, since they have a designated space. which isn't a perfect solution, to be sure - without a specific prompt, it's just as likely that there will be zero authors who are Native or trans or whatever other marginalized identity one can come up with on the bingo sheet. I'll be honest: as much as I love seeing the bingo sheets my followers are filling out, I'm a little stunned and disheartened to see how starkly white many of them are!

in this conversation, where people are being challenged to name even a single author who's a Black woman and coming up short, I think many people, especially hobby readers, are maybe realizing for the first time that they way they read doesn't quite live up to the ideas of equity that they personally hold and they're interested in changing that now. I've received a lot of feedback that does boil down to people excitedly reporting that they're now deliberately rushing to the library to seek out books by Black woman, and I can easily see how, pessimistically, that could be seen as further tokenizing those authors.

as much as I've rolled my eyes at the people who loudly insist that they couldn't possibly know what gender, race, ethnicity, etc, any author is because they only care about the story (with the implication being that knowing anything about the author would somehow cheapen the story - lmao), I do somewhat understand where they're coming from. while colorblindness is certainly not the solution, it would be ideal if nobody had to think much about hitting any kind of quota in regards to their reading habits. and I'm certainly not advocating for anything that strictly structured! but if so many people can't name a single Black woman who's written a book, then we need to acknowledge that there's a reason for that, and that not all authors are being read equally, and that it takes an active effort to course correct something like that.

my hope is that, with time, readers broadening their horizons enough that they don't have to actively seek out Black women authors (or Black authors in general, or Asian authors, or Latine authors, or trans or Muslim or disabled or Jewish authors, or authors translated into English, and so on) because those authors and their works will become a natural part of their literary diet that no single author is a sole representative of any group or perspective and can be appreciated solely on the basis of their craft.

but maybe the first baby step, as you said, has to be googling "Black woman authors." and maybe that's a little tokenizing! but when we're beginning from the rock bottom position of people struggling to name a single Black woman author at all, you have to start somewhere. I'm really glad to see people actually getting excited to do the work, and I hope they don't stop at reading one (1) book by Yaa Gyasi or Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie because a tumblr post made them feel uncomfortable.

I hope that makes sense and is a satisfying answer!

#bookblr

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melondecarabia · 2 months ago

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⋆˙⟡ jabberwock nsfw headcanons

minors and ageless blogs dni!

fem reader

authors note: jabberwock is so silly

tw: SEX! breeding kink? and breeding kink!

smut under the cut!

haru

HE'S A SLUT!!!!!! or was, before jabberwock's animals and being peekaboo's single mom took up all his time. now he's a slut for you!

definitely a switch vers, but does like to be submissive whenever possible. being dominant would require brainpower, which he oftentimes simply cannot spare. if he does dom though, he does his absolute best!

i think he has a below average size dick. but boy howdy does he make it work! it has a bright red tip when he's sensitive, so pretty much at all times. just a touch to it has him whimpering and squirming. he also has a strange amount of stamina even after a long day of working… how does he do it??

as for the hair… do you really think he has the time to keep it short? nah, he rocks a full bush and shaves it all off whenever he has some time for self care (which isn't very often). haru with a happy trail though <3

he likes getting pegged. getting a handjob at the same time though? his remaining sanity shatters and he's reduced to a moaning and crying puddle of sweat, tears, and cum. he absolutely gets louder than necessary, on purpose too.

haru often jokes about you two being parents to peekaboo. he jokingly calls you mommy, but at some point? it stops being a joke. so yeah, haru with a mommy kink.

if you overstimulate him enough while pegging him, he shortcircuits and cries about you getting him pregnant. please just let him have this, he's stressed and broke, let him fantasize about… whatever that is for a moment.

haru gets horny whenever he's properly fed! bringing him a homemade bento might result in a quickie. he sloppily eats you out and thanks you for the meal with a flushed grin. now he'll have to change his clothes due to a large wet spot on the crotch though…

he would only have sex in a place where the anomalies can't see. so, most often his or your bedrooms, or perhaps in the bath if he wants to spice things up.

please take care of this man after sex. he might fall asleep during it, but giving him a small spa session and a proper meal will make his week, and he's falling even deeper in love. also might (actually most likely will) get horny again.

towa

he believes in soulmates, so i think he's a virgin that saved himself for you! if you have any experience before him, no you don't <3

he's dominant. not intentionally though? it's tough to tell, but i do know that he's the worst menace to date. he's walking around campus with a boner, looking for you whenever he's in the mood for making love.

speaking of that, his dick is pretty average length, maybe a bit longer, but good lord it's thick. i mean, towa with the coke can dick sounds pretty scary to me idk about you guys. it's also very veiny, starkly contrasting with the whole whimsical fairy aesthetic he's got going on. it does fit him well though.

hairwise, he's very hairy! can you imagine explaining trimming to him? you want him to put something sharp near his love rod (that's what he calls his penis and no, you can't get him to stop)? don't be silly, dandelion. also appreciates hair on you. he eats plants and bushes are included in that.

towa's constantly horny, and i think the stag theme in episode 12 fits him well because… well, he's nearly taken out a dozen people (ed has been electrocuted several times) for getting too close to you, simply because he doesn't quite understand how not everyone sees you as the most fuckable creature to ever exist.

i also think towa is just straight up feral. he would have sex in front of everyone on campus, but he doesn't want other people to see you so vulnerable. having other people hear you from behind a door though? he wouldn't mind, especially if it's someone he dislikes and he knows they like you. it would be easy to convince him to go somewhere private though if you're not comfortable.

hmmm... soft sex on a sunny day, underneath a flowering tree, far from anyone else... just the two of you on a soft blanket... thinking hard... i'm hard.

i don't think he's particularly loud? he lets out soft moans and groans, and compliments you often, but he's not very noisy.

also has the most prominent breeding kink! towa pouts if he cums anywhere other than inside you, even if you won't get pregnant anyway.

he also likes marathon sex. pinning you down with his body, clinging onto your waist as he languidly ruts even deeper… he can go for hours. encouraging you, calling you sweet names and licking your tears of overstimulation… ough

towa does his best with aftercare, and fulfills all your requests. he needs to keep his soulmate happy and healthy after all!

ren

VIRGIN ALERT!!!!!!! i think he'd appreciate someone who knows what to do though, because he doesn't know anything about anything.

he often fantasizes about taking the reigns, drowning you in pleasure like in those h-doujins he reads. he can't do that in real life though, as any and all coherent thoughts get deepfrozen the moment you take off your shirt. so, submissive ren! please don't tease him too much.

ren has a strong sex drive, but is way too shy to initiate about 99/100 times. so, he masturbates to your pictures every other day! most of them are just innocent selfies, but if you send a nude? that's going to the secret folder on his computer, deep where haru can't find. he will guard that file with his damn life.

ren's dick is pretty big! he doesn't know how to use it at all though. it looks pretty normal, and he tries to keep himself trimmed, but he's scared. what if he like, cuts it off???

he thought his stamina is godly for a long time, but quickly realized his hand is nothing compared to actual pussy when he first has sex with you. tries his best to hold it in, but he cries very easily due to being overwhelmed with pleasure.

he's unintentionally loud, and wants to be quiet, but… he can't help whimpering and groaning. gaslights you if you mention it to him.

omg… instructing him on how to masturbate… calling him good boy when he stops just before cumming…

or perhaps letting him suck on your boobs while giving him a handjob? a reward for his hard work, all stress and annoyance melting away… he whimpers as you talk about how he did such a great job all day.

one day, he buys a catgirl maid outfit for you, complete with a special tail… it turns out too big for you. so you make him wear it! he complains, saying it's embarrassing, but he does get off being called cute and pretty.

ren only wants to have sex at your place, because if haru heard either one of you, he would have to riot. and that's way too much work.

gets jealous so easily. leaves hickeys all over you, but in places where no one can actually see, because that's embarrassing. gets flustered if you leave any marks on him too.

aftercare? he brought over some snacks and drinks, and plays some awfully made horror movies from the laptop he brought. he really likes basking in the afterglow, catching up on his list with you, in peace.

#tkdb #tokyo debunker #tokyo debunker x reader #haru sagara #towa otonashi #ren shiranami #haru sagara x reader #towa otonashi x reader #ren shiranami x reader

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adorkastock · 1 year ago

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So I don't know who to ask about this, and since it's your profession, I figured you'd know most! I like to use Magic Poser to help me draw my characters' poses, but I feel like I always wind up altering the proportions to fit the models rather than my style without meaning to just because I'm drawing what I'm looking at. It feels less like looking at a reference and more copying a picture, and it makes me feel really bad, like I'm cheating at art. Do you have any thoughts or word of advice on this? I'd greatly appreciate it. Thanks!

Hey Nonnie! Hmmm there's I feel like kind of two questions here. One, using Magic Poser or any other legit reference to make your art is not cheating. It's just using a tool the way it's meant to be used (as a reference). There's nothing at all wrong with that. ♥ However, if you are getting Not The Results You Want from this process that's another issue entirely. So, two: what do I do if the art I'm making from reference doesn't look like *my* art? If you find that working from a reference is changing your style in ways you don't like, I have suggestions: 1) do a sketch from the reference just like you normally would in whatever style comes out naturally using the reference 2) look at the drawing you did and put the reference away 3) draw another drawing from the drawing you did but try to make adjustments towards the stylization you prefer (your first drawing is your reference for your second) OR, if your brain will do this for you: 3b) after sketching from the reference (maybe a few times for good measure) put the reference away completely and try to draw the pose from memory* and see what happens. If you think you're overly reliant on references to the point you think it's holding you back then you can start to wean yourself off of them but doing more and more drawing without them. Maybe start with a 20min warm-up on my Sketch App drawing a bunch of poses really fast from reference, then pull up a new pose, look at it, and try to draw it without checking back in at all. Honestly the best way to get to a style you like is to just draw A LOT. Draw lots of different ways. Mess around with line weight and shapes. Make things swish, make them pointy, make lines that cross over a lot, make a mess, make it neat, keep going. Do a lot of drawing and investigate what feels and looks right to you. And if a tool isn't serving your goals, you can let it go. It might be hard at first but you will find your way. ♥ * Side note: I have aphantasia which means I don't have head pictures. If I look at a reference and walk into the other room, I am not going to be able to replicated it very well from memory. That being said, if I sketch a pose over and over and over a bunch I will retain it somehow, somewhere (I don't know how brains work). The next time I go to draw that pose it will be easier. Just popping this in here in case you have the same trouble.

#art advice #ask adorkastock

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ashkabbom · 9 months ago

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Storm - Mouthwashing

A/n: It's 1am, but nothing will stop me muahahahah! Give my writing a chance and correct me if anything, English is not my first language and I had a LOT of help from the translator 🫶🏽

Versión en español en Wattpad: Libro de One Shots - Mouthwashing (Cuenta: ashkabbom)

Versão em português no wattpad: Livro de One Shots - Mouthwashing (Conta: ashkabbom)

•Pre-Crash!Captain Curly x Reader

synopsis/summary: You and Captain Curly talk a little during the night

Notes: I didn't specify the gender and I didn't talk about the relationship, it's up to you to see how you interpret it.

Drops of rain hit your window hard, thunder and lightning tormented you and took away your peace.

It was night and you were in the ship's kitchen, you couldn't sleep for some reason, but the silence and the moonlight projected on the huge screen were comforting.

Thinking of anything to occupy your mind, from how long a squirrel lives to worries about your current job, although you tried to push some of those worries out of your mind.

Somehow you got a job, only you didn't expect it to be here and like this, but it's good that you don't do much, it's good that no one got hurt and you need to take care of.

Due to sheer pressure, you ended up entering some area of medicine, although it wasn't exactly what your parents wanted, it's still something, but you would be anywhere else if you could choose for yourself.

You didn't want your parents to look at you like you had failed and disappointed them, it was horrible to feel like you were a failure, something they weren't proud of.

Do you sometimes wonder if a hospital would even accept you, would you want that? Maybe you would even do well? It's not what you want but-

"Awake at this hour?" A voice echoes lightly and a tired-looking captain is leaning against the door. You didn't even hear the door slam, you were so immersed in thought.

Captain Curly was one of the most easygoing guys you'll ever meet working at the Pony Express, and that's not to be rude, but there are very few people at that company who are easygoing with other people.

"Night snack break." You say with a shy smile, not expecting anyone to be awake at this hour either. "But someone emptied all the coffee."

He chuckles lightly before sighing, "I can't imagine who would be responsible behind such a crime." Curly rolls his eyes with a smirk on his face, then looks at you. "But something tells me that late night snack isn't what got you so focused that you didn't hear the door."

"Hmmm a captain really knows his crew apparently" You laugh a little and nod. "I was just thinking a little bit about... Everything, you know? There's a few more months to go, I think about 7 months or something and it's just as weird as it was in the beginning"

Curly listened carefully to what you said, as a captain he understood exactly what you meant.

Being in the middle of space for so long, with a group of people you're not used to, is quite something, especially for someone unfamiliar with being so far away from where they used to be.

Even he wasn't sure if this was what he wanted for himself, if this was the pinnacle of his life or if he should try something more and go beyond his comfort zone.

"So you feel like the things around you are devouring you little by little, you sink so deep into it that it's hard for you to get out. It's not bad, but you feel like it's not good." He tries to complete what was on your mind.

"You gave yourself away that you are or have been in the same boat captain" You look at him with a cheeky smile and start walking towards the couch. "or on different boats, but with the same destination"

Curly follows you right behind and also sits on the couch. You both stay in silence for a while, just looking at the moon.

"It's not the same as looking at the sky at night, but it's better than nothing I guess." You say without thinking much. It would be a lie if you said you don't miss being on earth, in your home and in the comfort of your room in your house.

"I think this when I look at the stars, it's even different when I remember that I'm in space with them, being able to see several everywhere.. Without light pollution" He says and another silence falls.

It wasn't an uncomfortable silence, quite the opposite, it was the most peaceful silence you'd had in nights. Just you, the captain and the stars, enjoying the company that each one could offer.

You look at the captain, wondering if there was anything he regretted doing in his life that brought him here.

It was no surprise that he knew what was bothering you in your thoughts, after all he is a grown man with experience in life, everyone goes through this questioning one day.

Uncertainty is what moves us sometimes.

You wonder if Jimmy is like that too, if there is anything he would do differently to be somewhere else or if he wouldn't change anything even though he might regret something...

He didn't seem much for talking about that sort of thing. Jimmy was always a mystery in his mind.

Him and Swansea. You knew very little about the two of them, but it's not like you knew much about the others anyway.

You knew that Jimmy and the captain were friends so he must not be as bitter as he seems, after all he wouldn't be where he is if he wasn't someone he could trust.

"So this is what they mean by staring into your soul" He laughs as he says this and you come out of your trance. You hadn't noticed that you weren't just looking at him out of the corner of your eye, but that you had turned your face to look at him.

You laugh at his comment. "Sorry, I didn't mean to intrude on the entrance to a man's soul." Sighing lightly you smile "Daisuke showed me a drawing of him yesterday, the boy is talented and expresses well how he sees places and people"

"Is that what you two were doing in the infirmary during lunch?" He asks curiously. "But I didn't realize you liked rock and metal, but the metalhead you drew looks nice."

"It's not a metalhead, it's Anya." You look at him like it's the most obvious thing and he's so dumb.

"Was that supposed to be Anya?!" Curly asked in disbelief.

You and he talked for a few more minutes, even though it was so late at night, maybe it would be morning in a few hours, but clearing your head at least a little was the best thing.

You yawned and realized that you were actually sleepy now. Curly yawns soon after and you both laugh lightly, agreeing that you would go to sleep now, wishing each other goodnight.

So the raindrops hit the window weaker, until they stopped completely, without thunder or lightning.

The next day you wake up dead tired, woken up by Daisuke questioning if you were still alive.

Soon you go to the kitchen together, talking a little about what you had dreamed about during the night. Anya was already there and so you and Daisuke join her, soon Jimmy and captain, arrives and-

"Whose metalhead drawing is this? It was lying on the floor" Swansea asks with the paper in his hand

"It's not a metalhead!" You hear Daisuke chuckle and you swear you heard a chuckle coming from Curly.

A/n: I had another creative peak this morning and here it is, straight from the oven. I wish I had written something with Curly before writing something with Daisuke.🫶🏽🎀

#mouthwashing #curly mouthwashing #jimmy mouthwashing #anya mouthwashing #swansea mouthwashing #daisuke mouthwashing #captain curly #anya #daisuke #swansea #captain curly x reader #curly x reader #mouthwashing x reader #mouthwashing x male reader

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cosmerelists · 1 month ago

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Cosmere Characters in Yard Sale Season

As requested by @cosmereplay :)

As cosmereplay said in the request, summer is yard sale season! If yard sales were a thing throughout the Cosmere, here is how that might go.

Also, I am too lazy to figure out currency per world so, uh, everybody uses dollars and cents for yard sales, even in the Cosmere. *sweats nervously*

1. Tress

Tress lives the truth that one man's trash is another (wo)man's treasure.

Tress: Oh wow, look at this! Tress: [triumphantly holds aloft a cracked mug that says Fish Fear Women, I Want Me] Seller: Heh, and my daughter didn't think I'd EVER sell that!

2. Shallan

Shallan sees yard sales as a way to sell off some bad memories.

Customer: What's this? Shallan: That? Oh it's an old necklace that I don't like anymore after I used it to strangle my father to death. Customer: ... Shallan: I-I mean, it's a cool old necklace that I...found in my attic...? Customer: [backs slowly away] Shallan: ...I'm NEVER gonna get this sold.

3. Fort

Fort LOVES yard sales--he's always in it to find the best deals.

Fort: So you are saying that this whole box of magazines is only one dollar? Seller: Yup! But I'd take your best offer. Fort: I can see that you put your National Geographics on top, but the bottom is all back issues of Costco Connection. Fort: How does 10 cents sound? Seller: I think 25 cents is as low as I could go. Fort: 15? Seller: I'll take it! Fort: [hefting up the box of old magazines] My ancestors would be so proud!

4. Adolin

Adolin is out there searching for more of what he already has [Note: Adolin is me]

Adolin: Oooh, I don't have a sword that curves quite like this! Shallan: Isn't it a bit...dented? Adolin: [already cradling the sword close] It just needs a good home!

5. Dalinar

Dalinar uses yard sales to get rid of things from his past that are just collecting dust these days, you know?

Customer: How much for this rusty knife? Dalinar: Bloody. Customer: Excuse me? Dalinar: It's not rust. It's dried blood. Customer: ...Why didn't you clean it? Dalinar: I tried. It just keeps weeping blood. Customer: ... Dalinar: It is great for cutting up steak though. Dalinar: [thumbs-up]

6. Vin

Vin sees yard sale finds mostly as, well, let's say raw materials.

Vin: [Immediately pulling the head off of the doll she just bought] Vin: [Stuffing cash inside the doll's decapitated torso] Vin: Needed a new wallet.

7. Szeth [could be considered mild WAT spoilers?]

Szeth sometimes finds yard sales to be...surprisingly emotional.

Szeth: [staring fixedly at the stuffed sheep with its big pink bow] Seller: Interested in that? Could make a great gift for a niece or daughter! Szeth: [already with tears in his eyes] S-She's so beautiful...

8. Rannette

Ranette is always scoping out spare parts she can use in her inventions.

Ranette: Hmmm...box of old screws. Could make decent shrapnel. Ranette: Could melt down this pan. Can't have too much steel. Ranette: This old lawnmower sure has some interesting blades... [Sellers, huddled nearby having a whispered conversation] Seller #1: Are we SURE we should sell to her? Seller #2: Come on, she has CASH!

9. Evi

Evi mostly thinks things are priced way too low.

Evi: Everyone and everything are equally valuable in the eyes of the One, is all I'm saying. Evi: You're really selling this pool noodle for just a dollar? Seller: You could....pay more if you wanted? Evi: Okay, yay!

10. Elend

Always makes a beeline straight for the "old book box."

Elend: [sighing] Vin: Just old paperback romance novels again? Elend: Yeah. Vin: Well, maybe one day a really smart guy with no friends or family will die and leave all of his philosophy books in a big box for you to find! Elend: ...Maybe? Vin: Yeah! Stay positive!

11. Siri

Siri is in it for knickknacks.

Siri: Oooh! Vivenna: Really? You couldn't possibly need that! Siri: Um, look into the eyes of this ceramic dog holding a sock in its mouth and tell HER that you don't think she's needed! Vivenna: ... Ceramic dog with a sock in its mouth: .... Vivenna: ... Ceramic dog with a sock in its mouth: .... Vivenna: F-Fine! It's only a couple dollars anyway! Siri: Yay!

12. Nightblood

Nightblood is just...disappointed.

Nightblood: [sighing] Szeth: I don't know what you would do with a yard, Sword-Nimi, even if that IS what they were selling. Nightblood: I'm just saying, it's false advertising!

#cosmere #cosmerelists #Tress #Fort #Adolin #Dalinar #Evi #Shallan #Nightblood #Siri #Szeth #Vin #Elend #Ranette

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yuus-sentient-teddy · 1 year ago

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While stuff is going down on Sage's Island, what's happening with some of the families of the NRC students?

S.T.Y.X. probably had to be the ones to tell the families the situation. Even though they explain it as lightly as possible so that there's no major panic, that won't stop the families from worrying.

I thought about Deuce's mom after Malleus casted the spell, when Deuce hasn't called her to talk about his day. Her intuition is telling her that something is amiss, but she tries to brush it off even though Deuce has never missed a call.

She sends a good morning text the following day.

She tries calling him an hour later when there's no response. What if he got sick and that's why he hasn't said anything?

But the call immediately goes to voicemail.

Okay, don't panic. She's sure her son must have forgotten to charge his phone (unlikely, a part of her says) or maybe he's deep asleep from being sick.

Dila debates on whether to call the school. She doesn't want to be overprotective or overbearing. . . and yet her mother's intuition is still screaming at her that something isn't right.

It wouldn't hurt to just be sure, right?

Dila's heart sinks when the call to the school immediately goes to voicemail.

The next chance she gets, Dila drives to the Trappola residence. She starts to feel a little ridiculous when Mrs. Trappola answers the door without a single bit of worry. What if it's nothing? But she still asks if Mrs. Trappola has heard from her son.

Mrs. Trappola shakes her head. "No, but he usually talks with his brother a lot. What's up?"

Dila explains how her son hasn't called or texted her and that the call to the school was unsuccessful. "Hmmm... it could be your phone. Let me try calling."

But the same thing happens--the school doesn't pick up. Dila notices something she missed in the beginning: Mrs. Trappola's stiffness beneath a casual mask. Does Mrs. Trappola also feel like something is wrong?

"Hang on, let me try calling his brother."

He's casual when he picks up and tells his mom that Ace hadn't called him last night. But there is a bit of trepidation when he asks, "Is something going on?"

"No, just checking. I'll call you later." Mrs. Trappola lets out a breath and meets Dila's eyes. Both mothers recognize the look in the other's eyes.

"Do you know Clover Bakery?" Dila asks. "Deuce told me that the son of the family who runs it is in the same dorm as him and Ace."

Mrs. Trappola nods. "Ace mentioned him a few times. Trey."

"I'm going to go over there. Want to come with?"

"Give me a second to get my stuff."

Two worried mothers become three, and they're all sitting around a table in the back of the bakery while a father is with the employees at the front. At this point, it's clear that something has happened to their sons and the school.

The three discuss what to do next. Should they try calling the school again? Reach out to the police station? To another family? How about contacting that Diamond kid's family?

But why stop at this part of the world?

Perhaps a while after the sleeping spell is cast, a little heir is wandering the streets pouting because no one is telling him what is going on.

Something has happened to his uncle, that he knows, but he doesn't know just exactly what.

This little heir may bump into an older woman, a grandmother, who asks why he's wandering around on his own so late in the day. He almost cries in frustration while telling her about the adults not telling him anything about his uncle. He lets slip that his uncle goes to Night Raven College.

That makes the grandmother pause, the uneasy feeling inside of her making itself known once again.

She tells the child that his family might be worried about him and eventually persuades him that going home would be a good idea. She escorts him out of the slums, listening to him talk about his uncle, until some guards find the two.

Before the guards escort the little prince back home, the grandmother asks about Night Raven College. Her grandson is a student there and in the same dorm as Leona Kingscholar. The guards reply with an apology and that they have not heard of an incident at the school.

But she stops them. Surely, they must have heard of something. She doesn't miss the fleeting look in one of the guards' eyes--perhaps that woman has a child who goes there too?

That guard tells her partner to go on ahead, and once the prince and his guard are far enough, she tells the grandmother that all communication to the school and Leona--even to anywhere on the island--have been unsuccessful. Other ways of communicating are being sought, but the guard is bracing for the worse.

She tells the grandmother that if she hears anything, she'll come find her.

The parents of four families congregate in Clover Bakery before it opens. It's clear that no one has gotten much sleep. Cups of coffee are handed out as they all take a seat in the bakery's main area.

"Any word?"

"No."

"Actually," Mrs. Trappola says, "my eldest told me that his friend on the Land of Dawning was given an evacuation order alongside every single citizen there."

". . . The entire land?" Mrs. Clover says faintly, disbelieved.

"The entire land." The weight of the words is heavy and they all silently contemplate what the evacuation could mean.

"Doesn't the heir of Briar Valley also go to the school?" Mrs. Diamond asks. "It's possible he might be keeping everyone safe. Plus--" she fixes a bright smile on her face--"our boys have survived two Overblots. What's one more?"

"There's also a magicless student who goes to the school," Mrs. Trappola says. "I heard from Ace that they've gone through multiple Overblots and survived without so much a scratch. If they can stay standing after that kind of disaster, then this should be nothing for them."

". . . I'm sorry, did you say multiple?"

The bell above the door chimes. In steps none other than Mrs. Rosehearts and a man who seems smaller in her presence. It's not missed the way the woman stands stiffly, and in the corner of Dila's eye, she sees Mr. and Mrs. Clover sitting up straighter.

"Is there anything we can help you with?" Mrs. Clover asks. Dila hears a little tremble in her voice as she tries to sound neutral. She meets Mrs. Diamond's eyes across the way and the two share the same thought: there's a strained history between the Rosehearts and Clovers.

That is when Dila remembers a phone call with Deuce early in the school year--Riddle and Trey's past and Riddle's Overblot.

Mrs. Rosehearts takes a deep breath and lets it out in a half-huff. It seems like she's fighting with her pride. "Yes. Have you heard from the school or your sons?"

"No. None of us have."

Mr. Clover gestures to the chairs. "Have a seat."

The man accompanying Mrs. Rosehearts, Mr. Rosehearts, accepts the invitation. However, halfway sitting down, he notices his wife is still standing. "I'm fine. This shouldn't take long," she says.

He blinks, then fully sits. "So, uh, what have we missed?" he asks.

After the two are filled in, Mr. Rosehearts nods sadly while Mrs. Rosehearts's scowl deepens. "So there's nothing." She almost spits out the last word.

"What about you? Have you tried anything?" Mrs. Diamond asks calmly, like the two were acquaintances.

"Of course I have! But nothing worked!" Mrs. Rosehearts shuts her eyes, tightens her grip on her handbag, and tries to calm down from the outburst.

"We both tried calling people we knew on the island, but our calls kept bouncing," Mr. Rosehearts supplies. "I heard about the Land of Dawning evacuation from a friend of mine. They also said that S.T.Y.X. was the one issuing it."

"S.T.Y.X?!" the room explodes.

"They're only involved if there's an Overblot. So does that mean. . . ?" Mr. Clover doesn't dare finish the sentence.

"But what kind of Overblot causes an entire island to be shut down and another island to evacuate?" Dila asks.

"One that can be caused by a powerful mage," Mrs. Trappola softly says.

The room is once again blanketed by horrified and tense silence. Thoughts return to what Mrs. Diamond said earlier. Doesn't the heir of Briar Valley also go to the school?

Mrs. Rosehearts suddenly spins around and marches to the door.

"Where are you going?" her husband asks.

"To the emissary. I will not sit idly and ponder useless things with useless outcomes while my son is in potential danger."

She's halfway through the door when her and everyone's phones go off simultaneously, creating a cacophony of text notification sounds. They're whipped out and Dila holds her breath as she opens the text application.

. . .

Mr. Clover takes off his glasses and rubs his eyes. Mr. Diamond runs a hand through his hair. And Mr. Trappola and Mr. Rosehearts can't stop staring at the message on his phone.

It felt good finally having a confirmation that something was amiss and knowing that a major organization was handling it. At the same, however, it left longing for more information.

"What about my son?!" Mrs. Rosehearts's demand to know her son's well-being felt like a reflection of what the other parents were feeling inside. Anger, worry, helplessness.

Mrs. Clover sits back in her chair with a distant, worried gaze. Mrs. Diamond leans on her husband's shoulder. Mrs. Trappola rubs her face. Mrs. Rosehearts slams the door as she leaves the bakery.

After a few attempts, Dila finally opens the internet application. It brings her to a news article from a while ago, written by a Sage's Island reporter, and at the very top is a picture of her son performing in the Star Sending Ceremony. She can't stop staring at it. What if she never sees him again?

"Deuce. . ."

Meanwhile, in Sunset Savannah, a little prince runs down a street. His head turns wildly, searching for a certain face. Anyone outside pause to stare at him, no doubt curious as to why the heir is here in this neighborhood of all places. He finally spots her leaving a run-down home and sprints the rest of the way.

The grandmother hears him before she sees him. He slows to a stop before her and is panting as he says, "I know what's happening! The island is shut down and some sticks are fixing it!"

"'Some sticks'?" she repeats, puzzled.

He nods feverishly. "Yeah! That's what I heard."

She assumes it's magic-related. "What about the island? Did you hear why it is shut down?"

He goes to answer, but pauses. "Um... I didn't," he says bashfully.

She's disappointed, but doesn't let that show. "That's all right. Thank you for telling me about what you heard."

"Prince Cheka!" Marching down the street is the guard from yesterday. The little prince's ears press down. "Please, notify any of us when you plan to leave the palace," she says, though it sounds more like scolding.

"I'm sorry. I just wanted to let grandmother know about the school."

The guard sighs. "Your parents have already been told and they expect you back soon. I will stand guard beside the house. Let me know when you are ready to return."

"Can you tell grandmother what you know?" Cheka asks. "I saw you talking to her yesterday."

The guard, beneath the stoic exterior, had been impatient to tell the grandmother. "Very well."

She relays the message she, a couple of the other guards, and the queen received. An incident on Sage's Island. . . All travel to Sage's Island and the Land of Dawn are prohibited. . . S.T.Y.X. is currently handling the situation and will notify when the situation has been resolved.

"I am sorry I can't give you more information," the guard says.

Grandma Bucchi shakes her head. "You've given me enough."

She makes her way to a cracked chair and tries not to fall back on it as she sits. "Are you okay?" Cheka asks, approaching as the guard readies herself to help.

"I'm all right," she half lies. She prays to the stars of the coming night that nothing is happening to Ruggie. She already lost her daughter-in-law and son; she cannot lose her grandson.

"He'll figure out a way to survive. He's resourceful," she says, partly as a reminder to herself.

"My uncle might be helping him. They might be helping each other, like the King of Beasts and the hyenas!" Cheka says, brightening.

Grandma Bucchi knows the story well--everyone in Sunset Savannah does. It came to mind when Ruggie told her about his working relationship with Leona, and the thought wasn't lost on Ruggie either.

Perhaps they are helping each other through the danger that has taken hold of the island. "It is possible. My grandson is in the same dorm as your uncle."

A/N: I have been dying to share this with ya'll for a couple of weeks. I also kind of oneshot this XD

#dila spade #mama spades #ace trappola's mom #ace trappola's dad #trey clover's mom #trey clover's dad #riddle rosehearts's mom #riddle roseheart's dad #mama rosehearts #cheka kingscholar #grandma bucchi #anippola #deuce spade's mom #cater diamond's mom #cater diamond's dad #btw the guard who talks with Grandma Bucchi is no one in particular--she just suddenly appeared and I went YES #twst angst #twisted wonderland #🧸🖊writing

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jjkarmy091 · 9 months ago

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Second Best- Jungkook (part 7)

Summary: Being friends with someone who has your heart it’s already hard, let alone when that special someone ends up falling in love with your best friend, the one you think would never make anything to hurt you . Will you be able to ignore it and move on? what will happen when everything gets too much for you to handle?

Genre: Friends to lovers; angst; body insecurities; bullying; friend betrayel;

Pairing: Jungkook x female!reader

Author's note: I already had this chapter prepared that's why I'm posting it. The next ones are gonna be the much longer, so probably will take a little more to be posted! I hope you enjoy it and once again thank you for you support on Second Best 💜

“Y/n? Wooow. I didn’t expect to see you here. Are you okay? Saw you a little nervous back there, came to ask if you needed anything. Didn't know it was actually you” it took her a while to be able to speak again but managed to say something.

“No, I’m good. I mean I was with my friend but lost sight of her and now I can’t find her and I'm losing my mind because I don’t know where I am or how I’ll get back to the chalet we’re in and ----” she rambled, making Tae be even more confused.

“Hey, calm down. Sewoon really doesn’t change. I’m sure she didn’t see you weren’t following her tracks. Do you wanna drink something and catch up? I heard hot chocolate here is fantastic.”

“Hmmm... I- I'm not here with Sewoon.. It’s Lisa, do you remember her? I saw her one night I went out with Sewoon and Jun--” y/n stops and tries to rephrase her words hoping Taehyung didn’t catch it. “Anyways, yeah, I’m here with Lisa. Girls trip actually, first day and I'm already lost." she laughs about her luck (or lack thereof).

“It wouldn't be you if you didn't have anything contradictory to say about your adventures to be very honest. So what do you say? You, me and hot chocolate? Maybe you’ll see Lisa around there. If not I’ll help you look for her I promise.” Taehyung says with his charming smile. You remember Sewoon’s constant bragging about his smile, it was always her favourite trait of his. That and how good he treated her. She got really devastated when they broke things off. You felt really bad and tried to help her the best way you could, but she never gave you any information about their break up. You always suspected it, but never pushed it. “Let’s go then. You pay anyway so I’m not backing up.” Y/n says with a genuine smile. Tae was right, she could find Lisa on the way there and besides that she knew him for years now and he was someone she could trust.

She really didn't want to be alone anyway, maybe it would be good. Y/n remembers that the only person she kept in touch with was Sewoon and she never realized why she didn't continue to get in touch with her old friends. Was she so focused on her friendship with Sewoon, being grateful for everything they've been through together that she forgot to appreciate the little things and people in her life?

Y/n didn't understand why she was thinking about all of this right now, she was so caught up in her thoughts that she didn't realize they were arriving at the cafe close to where they were before. He opened the door for her and she thanked him silently, nodding her head and walking in ahead of him, sitting at the nearest table. It was strange, but all that silence between her and Tae wasn't uncomfortable at all. Y/n remembers that before he and Sewoon started dating, they were very close, maybe that was why she was so relaxed, despite the circumstances. The waitress came to get their order and while they were waiting Tae started talking

“This place is fantastic, isn't it? I've been here a few times and I never get tired of this view.” he said looking outside. “The first time I came was when I broke up with Sewoon, you know? Speakig of I saw her a few months ago when I returned to visit my parents, I ran into her in a restaurant, we exchanged a few words but nothing more. Are you still friends? I never heard anything from you again. What have you been up to?” They were interrupted by the waitress delivering their orders, thanked her and both tried the region's famous hot chocolate. It really was wonderful

“Yes, I'm still friends with her. I- my god Tae, how long has it been since we last saw each other? she laughed. “So much happened between the lines after we all separated. I mean, I'm still in the same place. I rented an apartment for myself, work in a coffee shop relatively close to home too, you know how it is, I've always been very reserved, my life remains the same. I haven't changed much since we were younger" She said smiling

“You never change Y/n. That was always what caught my attention the most, always so dedicated and focused on your goals, always so... You. I'm glad to see you're still like this. And boys? Do you have someone special in your life?” At this Y/n chokes on her hot chocolate. She wasn’t expecting this question, at all. She cleared her throat. “Yes. I mean no. There's not much to say about it. You know me, I'm weird when it comes to guys Tae." She laughs, trying to lighten the mood and make the subject disappear. Why was she always so nervous about this kind of topic? Deep down she knew why but didn't want to think about it just as she didn't want anyone to know that at 23 years old she never had a real boyfriend or experienced anything related to guys besides kissing. A shame, she knows.

“Weird why? Have you ever taken a good look at yourself? Y/n you were always beautiful and time only continued to be generous with you. It wasn't for nothing that I had a massive crush on you when in highschool. I still feel hurt that you didn't give me a chance”. Tae laughs like it was the most natural thing in the world while Y/n looked at him with a confused expression. Crush? Chance? What the hell did was he talking about? Taehyung must have noticed because seconds later he stopped laughing and looked at her seriously. “It looks like you've seen a ghost Y/n. Is everything okay? I'm just kidding, I know how to handle rejection, don't worry, I was never upset. Life went on”

“It's not that, it's just... What rejection? I never rejected you Tae. I didn't even know you had a crush on me, you caught me off guard."

“What do you mean? That was the reason why I approached you at school in the first place. Don't act like you don't know, you even responded to the letter I sent you.” Damn he was really offended by your lack of memory.

Y/n looked at him sternly. "Tae I'm telling you I didn't know anything about this, I didn't respond to any letter, I don't know what you're talking about. Stop making fun of me” Now she was getting mad. Why would she lie about this. Tae's face fell and if before his skin was glowing by the European sun now he could be confused with the wall of the cafe they were at. He was white as snow. Literally

“Sophmore. It was the year I started hanging out with you more, I got closer little by little until the three of us spent a lot of time together. At that time I had a huge crush on you. Sewoon knew, I asked her to help me. I was always asking her things about you, what you liked, what your favorite color was, that sort of thing that kids do when they want to win someone over, but you never paid attention to me so I decided to write you a letter that, by the way, was the most beautiful thing I ever wrote. Sewoon said she would make sure the letter reached you. A few days later I received a letter saying that you were sorry but didn't feel the same way about me and that we could be friends but nothing more and you didn't want to make things awkward between us, so I dropped the subject. At the time I was really sad but I understood your reasons. Sewoon was fantastic duringt my heartbreak. She supported me a lot and as time passed, she ended up telling me she had feelings for me and one thing led to another and we ended up dating, as you know. The rest is history”

Y/n was completely in shock, she had no words, no reaction, nothing. Her brain was working too fast and she couldn't keep up. When she was finally going to say something, someone called her name. "Y/n. Ohh Y/n. I've been looking for you like a fool, I never saw you again, I thought you were stuck in an alley and I wouldn't find you in all this snow. God I’m so thankful I found you but also wanna kill you for disappearing like this."

“"I... first of all it wasn't me who ran off, it was you! When I looked to the side you were no longer there and I started to panic. Luckily I found an old friend around here too, you remember Tae right?” Lisa looked at where he was sitting

“Tae? Sewoon's Tae? is it really you? Damn, you look different. Finally managed to grow a beard I see and you also got buff. Your old self must be very proud right now” Lisa teases. How does she manage to have these comments at the most inopportune moments?

“Thank you for taking care of y/n in my absence. We just got here and she’s already making trouble, bad habits never die" she says winking at him and teasing Y/n while she sighs, rolling her eyes

“The pleasure was mine. I'm very happy to see you, despite the situation." His gaze passes from one to the other "how long are you going to stay here?" Y/n responds an "I don't know" while Lisa says "a whole week". They look at each other and Lisa makes a face "don't tell me you're already changing your mind! Y/n you promised me." She didn't say anything, instead she picked up the hot chocolate and drank it all. Everywhere she went it seemed like trouble was always behind her. She wanted to shout, grabLisa and leave but she knew Tae wasn't guilty of anything and she felt ashamed of doing it, as if she was capable anyway. She knew Tae felt the discomfort in the air because he got up, left two bills on the table, straightened up and spoke

"I'm glad you've already found each other. I have to get going, but I'll see you around. Lisa, order something for yourself, this is on me. Enjoy the rest of your day and please stay out of trouble” He said laughing while putting on his coat. He started heading towards the exit but looked back one last time, put his hands in his pockets and left. Only then did Y/n manage to let go of all the air she had been holding in.

“Did I interrumpt something here? I’m sorry I didn’t even ask, but I was so worried about you. Y/n?- Y/n?” Lisa started to get worried. After Tae left she got so pale and apathic. Y/n puts her elbows on the table and her hands on her head and begged "I need to get some air. I can't breathe. Please Lisa, no more questions, let’s get out of here. Please.” Lisa didn't say anything else, picked her up and helped her go outside where they stayed for a while until Y/n started to feel a bit better. Lisa didn’t say anything else and just waited for her friend to say something.

“Sorry Lisa, I don't know what happened. I'm just... This was supposed to be an amazing time for us and I’m just ruining it, I’m so sorry" She hugged Lisa and started crying. She had so much accumulated from the last few days and now this bombshell dropped on her. She didn't understand. She always saw Tae and Sewoon together back in school. This didn't add up.

“What happened back there Y/n?”

“We were just talking about how we were doing right now, then he asked me if I had anyone in my life and I got nervous. Then he revealed to me that he had a huge crush on me at highschool and I was super quiet, I wasn't expecting it. He said that Sewoon helped him and everything, that he wrote me a letter to which I responded. Lisa I swear I never knew about anything. Tae's feelings, the letter, nothing, the only thing I know is that since Tae approached us, Sewoon has always been interested in him and that things were going well between them.”

"Y/n there is something you have to understand. Just because you think Sewoon is a good person, doesn't mean it corresponds to reality. Why do you think I never joined you when she was present? Honestly, I never understood what good you saw in her. Deep down she was always like that, bad and conceited. I think you were always too good to realize that she was always jealous of you. I really thought there would be a time where you would open your eyes but not even with the situation that happened with Jungkook did you stay away from her. She was mean! She knows it, you know it and everyone knows it! It wasn't cool, period! You need to open your eyes”

“But why Lisa, why?! I never did anything to upset her, I was always in my corner. You all know that I've always been very shy and reserved, I never cared about that kind of things. There is no comparison between me and her, I don't understand why she acts like that. I never gave her reasons” Y/n was extremely affected by today’s events.

“Exactly Y/n, you have no comparison and she knows it! You are calm, focused, respectful, you help everyone around you without looking back, you don't go hurt anyone to get what you want. And she is the opposite of you, she knows that. You attract attention with your simplicity. She's eccentric and lucky to be pretty, but it's all superficial. Why do you think nothing lasts for her? Think Y/n, be smart!”

Y/n didn't say anything else and started walking to the chalet. Although she didn't want to admit it Lisa was right. No good friend would do what Sewoon has done to her. She knew Y/n had feelings for Jungkook and at still went for him, she didn't think twice. Y/n would never do that to her. Her parents were not that present in her life but the values they instilled in her were always the best, perhaps it was time to put them into practice.

As soon as they arrived Lisa started to prepare something for them to eat and Y/n went to take a shower. It was exactly what she needed, a long, hot bath to relax her body and her mind. But instead she started thinking about Jungkook and how much she missed him, his smell, his hugs, the way he makes her feel alive. She never turned on her phone again, she should at least tell him she was fine.

They've never gone this long without talking. Everything was eating her up. She was being unfair to Jungkook, he wasn't to blame for what she was feeling. He didn't know anything, because she never told him, nor hinted. Sewoon knew, as she knew that Tae liked her and was never honest about it. Things were slowly coming together in her brain, but will things get fixed when she returns home?

She gets out of the shower, takes her bathrobe and wraps herself in it, does her skin care and leaves the bathroom heading to the living room to find Lisa sitting by the table with everything ready and several bottles of wine.

“ I'm sorry for everything. I have been such a terrible friend and have neither helped to lighten the mood nor making this a fun time for us.” Lisa doesn't say anything, just motions for Y/n to sit next to her, pouring her a glass of wine. She sits down next to her and drinks a little.

“I know how you feel Y/n. Even if it doesn't seem like it, I've been in your shoes before, where Sewoon played her part. It's not something I like or want to talk about, but maybe it explains why I withdrawn myself. I can’t take her seriously and just to see she keeps doing it makes me want to punch her in the face. I’m here for you but you need to change something about how you view things and face it when you know they’re wrong. I did. Let's just enjoy another day or two here. Whatever you decide next you tell me. We will have lots of opportunities to come back here and honestly I prefer that you resolve everything that bothers you first so that you can enjoy things as you deserve. And now let's stop talking about sad things for a while, let's eat, drink and listen to music. I won’t say for us to break something because then my father will annoy my ass. There was one time someone called my dad and told him I was making too much noise everyday, he appeared here and caught me and the boy I was having a fling with at the time in the middle of sex, you can imagine how that went.”

Y/n laughed out loud. "and you say I’m the one who always has the most embarassing moments. I can imagine your dad’s face, dude how gross.” Y/n said making a disgusted face

“Hands down to that. It was the worst experience of my life, for real. This happened when I was 21 tho, was he expecting me to be a nun?” Lisa laughs and takes a sip of wine. Y/n stays quiet for a moment, but then blurts out

“I never had sex” Lisa looked at her and smiled “So? Everyone has their own time Y/n. If you feel good about your decision that’s all that matters”

“Sewoon would always mock me about it. She said I wasn’t normal for waiting so long to have intercourse. She would tell me all about her adventures with guys, she even tried to tell me about her and Jungkook. She would make me feel really bad, there was one time when she came to my house, drunk as hell and told me about an adventure she had with Tae in the bathroom of a club and then she turned to me and said I was a freak for not wanting to sleep with anyone and that it wasn't normal at my age to not be curious about it. I was so upset with her that the next day I ignored her completely, but it didn’t last long”

“You’re really dumb when you want to, y’know? If it was me I would have kicked her ass and show her a real deal” Y/n nods with Lisa's statement “I know Lisa, I know. I was dumb, I see that now. The thing is Sewoon was my comfort zone. I grew up with her my whole life, although there were some times her attitude would upset me a little, but she was the only there for me, maybe that's why I always ignored the bad things she would do, now looking back I know that her intentions were not the greatest.

“Total bitchy. So you never had a boyfriend? You never did anything? 0?” Y/n looked at her mad “No I’m sorry I was just-- That's not what you're thinking, calm down. I was just trying to understand what level we are at. I'm not judging Y/n, as I said, we have to respect others choices, but why? I mean you're amazing, I'm sure there was someone who has shown interest and made a move”

“I did have a boyfriend but nothing special, we were very young and immature. I wasn’t ready for that and I’m sure he wasn’t either. So maybe that doesn’t count? My shyness always stopped me from doing a lot of things and with Sewoon by my side I saw everyone paying attention to her and I was always left behind, it kinda made me think I wasn't good enough for anyone to pay attention to, so I ended up taking refuge in my studies. Even when there was someone showing interest in me I thought they were taking advantage of my naivety. I never had anything to offer, why would they pay attention to me when they had her. All of this changed when I met Jungkook, he made me feel seen. For the first time I felt like I could be myself without being afraid of being judged.

“Do you miss him?”

“I do. I miss him so much and he is not to blame for what is happening. He doesn't know my feelings. I've been to blame for something he has no idea about. I've been trying not to pick up the cell phone and talk to him, apologize for my actions and explain him everything but if I do I'm afraid of ruining our friendship, though it's already damaged after that night at the club.” talking about Jungkook made her heart hurt as she felt tears prick her eyes. She was so in love with him, only if she had built the courage to speak up.

Lisa gets up and goes to the small closet with a drawer near her, grabbing a cell phone and giving it to y/n. "Call him or text him, whatever eases your anxiety a little, or don't do anything at all but don't stop enjoying the moment you're in now just because you can't let go of the past. Go get some rest I'll clean today, make sure to sleep well tonight because tomorrow we’re gonna have fun and the past will be just that. Goodnight babe. If you need anything I’m just a knock away”

Y/n cleans her tears, grabs her phone and hugs Lisa, appreaciating everything she has done for her. She doesn't know if it's the wine taking effect or the anxiety growing inside her but a huge urge to vomit appears as soon as she turns on her cell phone. Sitting on the edge of the bed she starts seeing the notifications pop up. Unanswered texts and calls from Jungkook, begging her to say if she's okay, questioning why she left and didn't tell him anything. She knows he’s hurt. She hurt him.

A wave of courage washes over her and she writes a text, but suddenly runs to the bathroom and vomits her soul out, ending up staying there for a while and when she returns the courage fades away, as she starts to thinks if it's a nice idea to talk to him. She comes to the conclusion that things are better to stay as they are. When she has the opportunity to talk to him, it's either the end or start of a cycle. After a few minutes she deletes the text she wrote and turns off her cell phone again, putting it on the bedside table.

She wasn't ready for it, not just yet

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