#i also like thinking of choco with long hair..just pretty..

[nikobrad]

Looking thru my sketchbook and found some favorite doodles I like..mostly dark choco cause he’s pretty to draw..

[kroosluvr]

present day

if every day will be like this from now on, i'll look forward to every single one.

ok. Sits down. help meeee i tried using csp's comic tools for once (and also gradient maps + coloring w monochrome) to save time bUT I ENDED UP SPENDING THE USUAL AMT ANYWAY SO. . erm. WELL IT WAS FUN ANYWAYS

hiiiiiiiii i wrote this script 4 months ago nd finally did it (had this on the backburner for 20 million yrs bc i wanted to get out other angst bullshit first)

the parallels of goro's back (x3) on the first 2 pgs are kinda not 1:1 as i'd like but REGARDLESS i still like them. goro, who had utmost control over his life, running it like a machine, regardless of how he feels or if he's tired or if he wants to give up.......he was in control. knowing, of course, that his life is on the line at every waking moment, but since he was always on edge, always alert, he was still in control.

but now, surviving the long winter and coming out to the other side, he's lost that control AND that edge. now what is he left with? what is there left?

very speficially in the 2nd page.... i think its so <3 YAY <3 that goro, now, doesn't feel the need to take such spic-and-span clean-cut care of his appearance.., guy who rolls out of bed and throws on a shirt to go hangout w akira and sumire. he decides to tie up his hair and forgoes his gloves... feels more "comfortable" to change his apperance, to let down his guard a little. <- was the rough symbolism JKDSHKFS

sumire getting the choco croissant but letting goro have the first bite YEAHHHH WHATEVER

4th page symbolism is also rough i didnt think abt it too hard LMAO. 3rdsem goro watching his detective prince self leave. he knows acutely well that chapter of his life is over - whether he survives the long winter or dies in it. all that he knew - even though it was miserable and awful and frustrating and dangerous - is gone.

and now there's just this: the present day. whatever that means.

i think something important to me abt royal trio is just the idea of Learning To Just Exist: no need for a "purpose" or a "calling" or some overarching "goal". they just learn to exist.

and of course none of them really have a benchmark for "wow i like this i want to live like this" so they just roll with the punches, as they always have, but yknow. finally getting to live their honest student life as they always deserved

edit: and most importantly for goro, i think, is learning to cut himself some slack. "despite everything" he says, despite all the shit he's endured AND all the shit he's done, he feels like this is "right." whatever that means, he's ready to take it day by day to figure it out. AND THATS THE WHOLE THING Punches wall really hard

edit: I ALSO FORGOT. i think the sentiment of "being waited for" for goro means a lot. since he had to do everything by himself, fight for himself, decide everything for himself frm such a young age, the idea of akira and sumire waiting for him, inviting him out simply for him to be there -> is really meaningful to him, more than they could know.

edit AGAIN: also goro sleeping in means a lot to me. i imagine that guy has pretty terrible insomnia. ALSO HE HAS A BEDFRAME! i like the thought of his apartment being so /r/malelivingspaces throughout the game. he doesn’t deserve a bedframe. BUT HE HAS ONE NOW!

goros expressions in the last page gve me a hard time. sparkly....

also im SO freaking sorry if his voice isnt too well-written... i had a crisis over the wording while draiwng htis so much DSKHASKDASJK AND THE PANELING AND WHATEVERRR IDEK WHAT IM DOINGGG but it was fun!!!! exploratory..... regardless i will keep workign to do him and royaltrio justice. THUMBSUP EMOJI.

[dumbgoondog]

Choco-love-ate!

MDNI +18 NSFW

Happy valentines! Your lovely boyfriend says as he gets ready to rail you!

GN!Reader, ambiguous parts, pet names(sweetheart + baby)

Cw/Tw - Aphrodisiac chocolates, rough and desperate, begging, maybe degrading(can’t remember lol)

Happy Valentine’s Day!

“Happy Valentine’s Day sweetheart! Did you get me chocolates?” Gojo’s cheeky sweet voice teases as he pokes your cheeks and has a hand already reaching for the bag you’ve gotten for him. You’re about to protest and smack his greedy grubbin hand but decide to let him reap his own consequences for his sweet tooth, but also you can see the massive pile behind him that’s certainly for you. So the bag is snatched and he’s hopping away to sit on the kitchen stool, opening it.

He reaches in pulling out the heart shaped box and the ring sized box… he’s gasping, dramatically pulling off his glasses fluttering his lashes, “Sweetheart! I do! Oh I do I do!” He laughs and opens the box, revealing four small rose shaped chocolates and he laughs even more, “hah! Well, those are for you so get into them! I found you special treats!”

You happily move and start sifting through the gifts, chocolates, jewelry, pins, small collectible figures, a book or two, movies, some clothes. Oh how he loves to spoil you and you do love it, sometimes you feel bad you can’t get him as exciting or expensive gifts but you’ve come to learn, he likes the stupid gifts more. That stupid little doll that’s trying to go to work and glows in the dark that you have no idea what it is, or what brand it is? That’s what he wants.

You turn around ready and about to thank him but you stare in horror at the empty black box of chocolates, all four eaten. He’s already eating the heart box of chocolates and opening the little blind boxes you got him but you move over and put a loving hand on your cheek holding back laughter, “hey! So we have a dinner reservation at this cool new restaurant, tonight’s the grand opening! I know I said I’d cook, as a special dinner buuuttt, surprise!”

“Ohmiiigoooshhhh!!!” This grown man squeals, kicking his feet and holding his cheeks with a big smile. You chuckle, and ruffle his hair and he laughs. “Okay! Okay!! I’ll go get all gussied up for my baby then!!! I got new shades just for today! I saw them at the store while I was shopping for you!”

And just like that, he’s up and out. You wait a few seconds before picking up the empty black box, flipping it over to where the label is “Choco-love-ate : eat one and have the night of your life with your special someone!” Aphrodisiac chocolates you’d gotten to share, and were going to each only eat ONE, not the whole box. That sugar glutton will suffer, and you might enjoy it way more than you should.

Gojo is SQUIRMING. His face is flushed, he’s sweating, he’s bouncing his leg frantic, he’s breathing real heavy and you are NOT helping. “Baby Blue, I’m thinking of getting the hot meat and banana de cream. How about you?” He’s got a hand gripping his pants, white knuckled, trying to hide the massive strain in his pants. He didn’t even hear you, all he head was “hot meat” and “cream”, and now he’s panting head hung in defeat, “baby, we need to leave- like asap. Little Gojo, she’s gonna break my zipper-!”

You tilt your head blinking innocently and smile lightly kicking him under the table, “Satoru! Not in public and we just got here! Our drinks just arrived!” He whimpers, crossing his long legs and pouting his face in his hands. He’s going to wait, and you’re gonna feel it later, that he promises.

With a warm hum and laugh you push open the door to Gojo’s Appartement barely getting a foot or even toe in, then a blue is flinging you across the room. You shriek startled, the door slamming behind and you crash into his broad chest falling back onto his bed. The tight bulge pressed hard into your ass as he grinds up with a shaky gasp leaving those pretty lips, friction, finally!

“Fuck- fuck me!” He exclaims, not as a command but as a gasp of surprise like he’s been caught off guard by how desperate for your touch he’d become. You give a gasp of pleasure and your hands move to hold his chest, you can feel him flexing his heart pounding. Another shaky jerk up of his hard cock and he’s trembling barely managing out words, “clothes. Off. Now. Or I will get them off quicker.”

Your eyes widen and you’re moving quick to shed everything off just as he’s moving to just get his dick free. It’s heavy, leaking pre like running hose, and you can see every vein now which normally aren’t visible just from how hard he is. Just enough is out of the way, at least for him, a quick hand grabs your underwear and rips them down then his tip is pushing between your thighs getting everything wet.

A broken moan, and he’s desperately bucking, he’s not even caring that he isn’t in you. He’s quickly pumping his hips up and back frotting with wild abandon, drool pooling at the corner of his lips, his hair messy much like the rest of him. You can’t help but give a little breathy chuckle cupping his cheek as his brows furrow looking to you confused, “h-huh? Baby wha? Funny? I can’t- I can’t help it! My-“

You can see the pleasure drunk brain trying to puzzle everything, but his dick is doing his thinking as you grind back onto his eliciting a delicious moan. Quickly he’s forgotten that he’s even trying to figure out why you were laughing, but you feel smug so why not say? Grinding circles you smile and hum to your lover, “well baby blue, you ate all of the aphrodisiac chocolates! Right before we left! You’re only supposed to eat one but you seem to be enjoying it~”

The cute little confused face he’s making, the way his lip is puffy from biting it, his half lidded eyes, his cheeks pink and sweaty. “H-huh?” You lean in and kiss him and that’s enough for him, you feel the gasp his hands grabbing roughly and hips bucking up cum spurting all between your thighs and on your underwear. You giggle into the kiss his tongue pressing and trying to squirm into your mouth as he whines into your mouth too.

You pull back to a displeased gasp, and Gojo’s still grinding his hips still stuttering. You smile and kiss his cheek giving a cheeky look, “that was wonderful,” you start, which is how you usually announce being done, “do you want to shower or just- woah!”

You’re flipped over, his hands still gripping your hips and you feel his length sticky and slick sliding against your ass with fervor. He’s not done, he’s still twitching and dripping with excitement, Gojo’s panting with each twitch of his hips, “Nuh-uh, not done, need you full.”

He takes his length into his hand and smacks against your ass a bit, you can feel the sticky ropes of cum and pre mixed sticking strings between your ass and his tip. Now he’s pressing his burning weeping crown to your entrance, he’s breathing shaky, sensitive from cumming and the drugs heightening his senses. Gojo gasps as he starts pushing into you, that thick stretch of his tip prying into your slobbery gummy walls.

Only the tip is in and he’s buckin, gasping, groaning, grasping at anything and everything desperately. He’s mumbling curses and mewls of confessions of love, how good you feel, how he wants to make you cum. You give a little moan, snaking a hand down to pleasure yourself with him, as he starts pushing in more and more.

“Ah-hah baby- oh baby, baby yes!” He’s desperate, voice breaking with every syllable, his hips smacking into yours sticky with the cum from before, slick sounds echoing in the bedroom making Gojo’s head all the more fuzzy and drunk. Your whimpering and gasping, hands clawing into the sheets, face being pushed down into the bed. Your walls clench as you start pushing back drawing further desperation from this impossible well of lust you’ve created.

It doesn’t take long, you can feel the twitching the way his hips stutter, he’s getting close again. He’s babbling incoherent nonsense draping over you now, his hands moving to your chest to grope and squeeze, playing with your nipples between his fingers. You feel yourself reaching that peak, the pleasure building and tightening in your guts.

A gasp and you can feel the rush of warmth flooding your insides, painting everything white. You squeeze biting your lip pushing and smacking your hips back into his firm hips and he’s hiccuping with pleasure biting your shoulder. Which is just enough as you feel the rush in your own body and you spasm clenching around Gojo moaning.

You pant and relax a bit, eyes closing as he works through his orgasm, that was good and this has been a wonderful valentines- “guh-?!” A startled choke escapes you as Gojo pushes your hips flat to the bed and starts pumping in again with a relit flame of desire. You moan and try to look back sensitive from your high and whine about to speak but his arms wrap around your head putting you in a hold as he’s fucking into you.

His thick long cock stretching every bit of you curving into every dip of your core, pulling in and out to the tip and to the hilt. Smack- Smack- Smack! You can feel yourself leaking with both of your cum, the gooey pleasure making rings on his cock, and he’s loving it like he’s trying make it his wedding ring. Pleasure pulls tears from you, overstimulated, cheeks flush and you whimper nails digging into his arms as you gasp and drool.

“Heheh~ yeah sweetness? Who- ah- who’s laughing now? Such a messy thing mmh- so tight on my cock too!” He babbles into your ear, teasing and smug cause his stamina is beating yours. He’s loving feeling your ass clap against his hips and how it squished against him, your nails scratching his arms like pretty bracelets he’s going to proudly wear. Grunting he starts hammering in harder, trying to nail into your sweet spots and as deep as he can, “fff-huuh-huck! Sucking my cock so dirty- full of m’cum- ngh! Gonna give ya more, cause my slutty thing wanted this huh? You knew! So meaaan”

You want to say something, do something, he’s rambling, he’s teasing you, but oh god his cock is hitting in good and your brain is mushy and gooey just how he likes it. He’s pumping in, breathing getting more and more ragged, he heaves a pleasure strangled breath feeling his balls clench and smack into you. Once more a thick warm load floods your body, and he gasps arms squeezing choking you a bit as he smacks into you for the last few times.

You’re biting and hitting his arms now, to which he realizes and releases you from his grasp. You’re both panting, sweaty, sticky. He’s kissing your cheek, your neck, your shoulder, massaging your hips uttering sweet praise like the chocolate gifts you’d gotten each other, “happy Valentine’s Day sweetheart.”

[red-winter-is-coming]

Turns out, even a Soul Jam split between multiple cookies will awaken....

Or, a silly little AU I've been concocting for a couple months now! Gonna make a rp blog at some point but I at least wanna wait until the Eternal Sugar / Hollyberry updates finish!

The basic premise of the AU is simple: as a token of goodwill/trust/etc, most of the Ancients give a small peace of their Soul Jam to their most trusted allies.

Overtime, it just becomes second nature. A mark of how much trust they have on their shoulders, a way for the rulers to always know who they can trust.

And then Beast-Yeast happens. Turns out, when the Ancients themselves gained their awakened forms, the same happened to the cookies holding those small fragments....

And chaos ensues, because 2/3s of the Abundance holders should be dead and are Not, one of the Resolution holders has no fucking clue what's happening, and both Truth holders just woke up and have been transformed overnight with no word from Pure Vanilla in weeks

Light of Truth -

Although it wasn't until he lost his memories, Pure Vanilla did hand out two small fragments of his Soul Jam.

One to Black Raisin, even before he regained those precious memories. One as a gift to the leader he trusted to keep the village safe throughout it all.

One to Strawberry Crepe, as a peace offering. What harm could come if he indulged in the child's curiously just this once?

Crepe was a design I always had in mind, with small physical changes! They now have pretty magic freckles, lights glinting in the hair, and various other little stuff!!! I really just enjoyed the idea of the subtle stuff for them!

(I also like to imagine that they're now able to read the Soul Jams, and have an internal sense of if someone is lying or not)

Black Raisin gets wings :3 It's kinda hard to work with just the sprite, but they're white chocolate, as a reference to chocolate cover raisins!!! And honestly the hair was just because the wings felt a bit bland, so the idea of the Light of Truth taking over her hair was an idea that I figured looked awesome!!

Also the Crows and her can communicate without any hesitation. She just starts chirping to chat with a random crow in the middle of a meeting. does not realize this is happening

Light of Resolution -

Long before he closed the kingdom off, Dark Cacao gave his most trusted soldiers their own chip of his Soul Jam, trusting that they'd understand what it meant.

And understand they did. Crunchy Chip made sure that even among the coldest nights and hardest training sessions, that gem stayed safe. Caramel Arrow, even while exiled, treasured the shard of something precious with her life.

Dark Choco, on the other hand, only gained his due to sheer luck. Affagato had gotten his hands on the small chip of Soul Jam that had originally been reserved for the prince, and lost it in the wilderness. Dark Choco just happened to be in the right place to find it.

For the designs, I. honestly I wasn't sure how exactly the best way about changing them up would be. Aside from making Crunchy Chip a furry. that was a given lol

Tbh Crunchy Chip was kind hard to figure out a design for, but in the same vein as Carrow, I think at lot of the changes Awakening brought were in his instincts and shit. mans will know if you're acting shifty from a mile away

It's a bit hard to see, but Dark Choco has some draconic traits! Claws, tail, horns, and some scales on his face! Honestly I just liked the idea of him echoing his father a bit through that :D

Carrow my beloved I couldn't find much to change up about your design because in my head most of the changes were magic in nature. Just know that all her arrows are 100% magical now and will never miss any target. and small trails of purple magic follow them. please see the vision

Light of Abundance -

Mozzarella was always a candidate for this role, being one of Golden Cheese's most trusted allies. Golden Cheese thought the shard of her Soul Jam had died with her friend, but it turns out things didn't go exactly as she assumed...

Burnt Cheese, in the same vein as Mozzarella, was assumed to have died alongside the shard he was given. Until Smoked Cheese misplaced the Soulcheese's after defeating Burning Spice.

Smoked Cheese, by all means, should NOT have been given a fragment of untold power. But Golden Cheese saw something in him that caused her to pause. Maybe it was a small reflection of herself, maybe the hope that it'd placate him. Whatever the reason, when the Goddess of Eternal Gold regained her wings, her adviser as gained a pair of his own.

Smoked Cheese gets wings!! I liked the idea of him having smaller, but very capable, wings!! Some of his outfit was shifted to a more gold color, and the purple smoke is also gold! (this will be a theme)

Mozzarella gets cool horns! I also adored the idea of her Soul Jam fragment taking the place of the cheese slice on her head piece!!! I then proceeded to (attempt to) make it look like she was sprinkled in gold dust!!!!

Burnt Cheese... I'm so sorry my guy I had like no ideas ;-; I did end up giving him a small tail, and made him look like parts of his cape/head piece were coated in gold! Again I'm sorry Burnt Cheese fans I didn't know what to do for his designs ;-;

[quibbs126]

You do Oc x Canon child?

Well...

Can You can do a fan child of my oc Starlit Choco Cookie with Dark Choco Cookie!

[My first ever requesting a fanchild]

Sorry this took so long, but I finally got around to finishing him, this is Dusk Choco Cookie

…Okay I’m gonna be honest, I mostly finished him up because I felt I needed to keep drawing today, and he just needed his outfit finished. So in all honesty, I don’t really know/remember what his personality was. And unfortunately my old notes don’t have anything other than him being a guy

Well, I do know he’s a swordsman like his father and grandfather, and he’s the quiet sort. Despite this, he’s not really similar to them in personality, though I don’t know how to describe how he differs other than he focuses on his individuality more than anything? Like yes he’ll protect his home and people, and he enjoys doing so, but he’ll only rule out of obligation, not because it’s something he aspires to do

He’s very fond of gardens as well, and finds fireflies quite beautiful, because they’re like little living stars. I don’t really know where he’s living, whether it’s the Dark Cacao Kingdom or not, so I don’t know how often he’s realistically seeing them. Though most likely he is living there, so floral gardens are probably more of a rarity. But maybe that’s why he treasures them so

Currently he travels the world, looking to hone his skills (though thankfully not looking for any cursed objects of power)

And I think that’s about all I have for him in all honesty. Sorry, it’s really not much, especially considering the wait time (I mean it’s only been a few months, as compared to others, but you know)

Well anyways, on to design things

Dusk Choco technically isn’t named after any specific food, more like dusk and also chocolate. His mom’s name is Starlit Choco, so I figured it should be star/night themed, and Midnight Choco I had already saved for my Dark Cacao/Moonlight kid, so I ended up with Dusk Choco. Doesn’t really mean anything, but I think it sounds pretty nice regardless

I came up with the hair long ago, so I don’t really remember the process behind that. Today’s sketch work was mostly the outfit, which I sort of ended up centering on the belt and gauntlets I had already made prior

For some reason I decided to look up 500s England outfits for potential inspiration here. Not really sure why other than one of yesterday’s Transformers episodes taking place in that time period with Arthurian legend, and Starlit Choco giving me vaguely fantasy England vibes when I looked at her. I do get it’s entirely wrong to Dark Choco’s theme though

But I mean, I got some neat looking outfit ideas out of this picture, so I used it for some basis and went from there, mainly the bottom tunic and the side cloak

I also want to say I got some inspiration from this one outfit I have tucked away somewhere in my photos for Dark Cacao references, but I don’t know how much it came through

The pin for his cloak was originally supposed to be an Oreo piece like his dad, but I didn’t like how it looked, and I eventually instead changed it to be a rose like his mom

I wasn’t really sure how to do his colors other than blues, but I gave him the silver because I thought it looked good with them (also Midnight Choco was blue and gold). The pinks were originally a gold-ish color, due to me looking up pictures of dusk and seeing some yellow in there. But I thought it clashed a bit too much with the blues so I tweaked it to the pink it is now

Honestly I think I like the pink, and it and the blue cloak kind of reminds me of the Sleeping Beauty dress colors. Which I think kind of fits the vibe I was going for?

But yeah overall, I don’t think he turned out horrible. Maybe he could have been better, but I still think he turned out alright as he is now. Maybe a little too European though

But yeah, that’s Dusk Choco. I hope you at least enjoy him!

[rainbowheart324]

chapter32

As the messenger left, father told him they were going to wait in the dinning room for a little longer. From that information he could figure out a few things, one that it is probably a cookie because any item could be moved and the fact that they weren’t moving to a different room also  likely meant that it was not a problem in the citadel that father had to fix.

If it was, father would likely drop everything to get it done as soon as possible.

But who could it be? The dinning room often held foreign visitors in it but it was hardly up to that standard right now. He hadn’t even brushed his hair yet this morning. Any subjects meeting like a petition would be held in the throne room so who.

His answer is received when a cookie wearing a pink traveling dress walks in to the room. On her shield sat a large pink gem glowing in the exact same way he had only ever seen one other gem glow.

That is glowed like fathers soul jam narrowed down the list to one extremely small.

This must be one of the ancient heroes then. An old friend of fathers. He knows he met one of them when he was very young but he had no memory of the event he was just a newly baked baby at the time after all. So it was like meeting her for the first time . If that was even the same one for all he knew it could have been a different one that he met.

 Still he had expectations for how she would act. They were all cookies of great power and duty after all. So surely they would all the part. 

The Expectations were crushed in to a fine paste when the words  “Hi ya bitter bean lucky for you I was already planing on giving a surprise visit when you sent out the letter.” were uttered. He looked at father and he still seemed to be in a pretty good mood like that was not a horribly informal way to address someone.

Was he really going to let the horrendous lack of editcut and protocol slide.

 Father merely replys“ It really has been hasn’t it.” So it seems he would. He is stunned for a moment   Then the cookie turns to him and he soon finds him self becoming the topic of conversation.  He scrambles to get his mind on what was being said instead of what just happened.

 “So this is dark choco huh he’s really grown since last time” So this was the one he met. Wait no he needs to answer her. He wasn’t prepared for this and he finds his ability to speak failing him.

“Yes last time he was barely up to your knee” he is thankful for father saving him from having to answer but he could have done it had he been given a little more time. But okay she was the one he met as a baby that was okay information to know he wasn’t quite sure what to do with it but he was sure it would come in handy later.

“He looks like he needs to eat more as well hes all crust and bone” Oh there talking about him like he not even there well that was a bit rude of both of them. Even if it was at least partly true.

“We are working on that he’s been sick and his appetite has not been the best”  He could not deny that truth. He was working on it at the very least he just needed some more time to fix it.

“He should probably be in bed resting then”  It was pretty clear she was trying to send him away at this point but he didn’t want to go back to sleeping just yet.  So he makes his opinion on the matter clear.

“I am very tired of being stuck in the same place for so long and just wanted to stretch my legs a little.”  There he there is no way the be clearer than that he’s not leaveing just because she thinks he is to sick to be out of bed. He is so tired of just laying about at this point being able to go to a different room to eat was a luxury he was not going to cut short.

She then turned to his father likely to try and convince him that he should be resting. “Are you sure thats its a good idea for him to be wandering around if what you told me in the letter is true.”  He mentally snaped at her sheer gall for trying to have father over rule this choice of his. He stayed slince on the outside however slightly nervous that father would indeed just send him away.

Thankfully father shot her down as well.“ Keeping him locked in a room all the time would only destress him”  There was a small look of amusement on the cookies face for a spilt second and then it faded back in to the normal smile. Was she making some kind of joke or or he was confused why would she smile when her suggestion was turned down.

“  That reminds me. I see your probably past that point when It comes to the apparent insanity but did you know in the holly berry kingdom we finally found something a lot better than chains to keep out mental health patients in place” Oh oh maybe talking about this was why she wanted to send him away. Or maybe she was doing it on purpose to make him uncomfoable so he would leave.  Either way he wished she would stop.

“Hollyberry why would you ever need chains in the first place you just need to lock them in a room” He can’t help the terror at the thought of being locked away again. Why did she bring this up the ancient heroes are suppose to be well heroes. Heroes don’t talk about things like that.

“ Well some cookies can get pretty violent both towards others and themselves and we needed a way to stop them from biting and clawing” He wished she would stop talking about this it’s making his stomach upset. He feels like he is going to vomit up everything he ate. 

“ Just put some mits and maybe a mask on them then no need to chain them up” That was not what father did when he thought he was hurting him self but cloth and leather ties to a bed were definitely better than chains by far. 

“ They keep trying to escape there treatments as well admittedly they are somewhat scary to go though but have a rather large success rate.” Please stop. Why can’t he move his body to speak. Why don’t they stop he doesn’t want to listen to this he will go just please stop

“What are treatments in the hollyberry kingdom actually” father no please shut her down. He dosen’t want to hear about this. Please please change the subject.

“ Well there are a few most of them all stem from the same concept of shocking a cooking back to sanity. Nearly drowning  works well and so does spinning them around until they vomit for some reason.” 

Nononononono. She looked right at him as she said that. Is she suggesting these to father. Nonononononnono. The ancient heroes were suppose to be good cookies why is she doing this to him? He wants to leave. Why won’t his body move?

“ The most successful one currently is something called the tranquilizer where the cookie is locked in to a chair and we try to draw jam away from the brain for a bit. By puting something hot at there feet and something cold on there head.” 

That sound awful. Horrible trapped with no way to escape. He feels his stomach cramp and food crawl out his throat. The acid burns.

He’s trying to get a hold of himself to make the room stop spinning. When he looks up she right on top of him. He scrambles away but something else grabs him. For a moment his panic spikes but as he realizes it’s father he can’t help but relax a small bit.

He feels himself getting pulled off the floor. He doesn’t fight back. It would be both pointless and just smear vomit over the both of them. Is he going to lock him back in that horrible room to await the tortures holly berry has described. 

“ Excuse me holly berry I must get dark choco cleaned up  I will be right back”  He dosn’t even care that he is being talked about like a toddler he wants out. He want to forget this ever happened.

Hollyberry does not follow them“ Thats fine you do that I will wait here” She doesn’t seem mad about it in the very least.

Father carries him out of the room and its all he can do to keep the spew of words coming out of his mouth somewhat coherent. “ please please don’t don’t no. I’m sorry . I’ll be go--”   His rambles are cut off.

“ Shh don’t worry dark choco I won’t let any of that happen to you” Is that actually true.

“ You promise” He is not sure why he said that father has broken his promises before.

“ Yes I promise. There will be no more treatments that you don’t agree to from this point forward”

“ Really” He doesn’t quite believe him but the words alone are enough for him to regain some grip on himself.

“ Yes dark choco I know how much they were stressing you and each time it seems to have only made your illness worse so there will be no more”  Ah thats is actually something a bit more solid father simply coming to the conclusion that they were doing more harm than good is believable. 

Wait if father is sure he is not better was he going to “ You won’t lock me in a room again.”

“ No dark choco. Here to prove it how about I run you a bath and you can do it on your own to prove that I trust you not to run or hurt yourself” Right he can’t mess this up he refuses too.

“ Thank you”

They got to father chambers rather quickly and as he was placed in the tub father left. It was nice to be trusted to do some basic things on his own again. Hopefully soaking in some hot water would make him feel better.

He couldn’t dunk himself in fully, but he didn’t need to. His newly very short hair didn’t need very much maintenance and just sitting there would get the mess off of him.

[heeracha]

ep 59. / ep 60. the lifetime promo. / alt ending.

buy one, take me. — l. heeseung

synposis: with his best friend asking him for help because said best friend was scared he wasn't "boyfriend material" enough, heeseung looks for flower shops for his best friend's girlfriend. thankfully, jake knows someone from the university who has an aunt that owns a flower shop, you. now, heeseung messages you and shyly, but shamelessly asks if he can get any promos or discounts to which you shamelessly answered him, "buy one, take me". heeseung doesn't pass on this, of course. after all, you are pretty damn cute.

pairing: heeseung x flortist!fem!reader

content/genre: college au, slowburn, fluff, angst and crack, smau.

warning(s): swearing, of course. two idiots aka heey/n, unproof read <3 cheesiest shit ever like ew 😭

note: okay,, here's the thing,,, i'm working on something botm related but it's for hoon,,, i think i can finish it by tomorrow,, its part of the botm universe hehe not making this a series btw,, i just thought of it and yeah,, i'll tag the taglist, oki? byee crying remarks by the end mwa bye,, the playlist &lt;3

months passed by ever since you came back and you and heeseung didn’t waste anymore time. he finally asked the long overdue question of being his girlfriend, you immediately said yes, not even letting him finish the sentence. he asked you if you wanted to move in with him, you said yes, of course and now his horrible flower arrangement that you still take care of very dearly is now on the dining table. 

you two caught up with each other, of course. with the deal of catching up right after the wedding, you and heeseung—still in your long dress and him in his tux—went around town. heeseung finally got to take you in that field full of flowers he always went to when he misses you too much. now, it’s where you two always go to. you even watched the sunrise and sunset there. you also had the idea of going back to your university, to wear your togas because you two never had a picture together when your batch graduated.

and just like back then, heeseung would drop you off to work as he would go to the hospital and when the day ends, he picks you up and you two would laze around. every day off was spent together, sometimes sunoo and jungwon would drop off, saying you two owe them a lot for doing their best of getting the two of you back together.

eight months later, heeseung’s eyes flutter open as the sun rays have no trouble getting in the room. he sighs, closing his eyes as he turns around, arm extending to your spot. which is empty. heeseung opens his eyes to see the big space of the bed. he sits up, looking around, only seeing the two cats that he impulsively adopted three years ago. “y/n, flower?” heeseung calls, but no answer. no, no, no, no. 

heeseung jumps off the bed, opening the door as he looks around the apartment. you’re not in the living room, not in the kitchen. nowhere. he goes back in the room, opening the closet to see your clothes. where the fuck are you?

“hey,” 

he turns around, seeing you in your pajamas, with his white bathrobe on. you were standing right outside the bathroom. heeseung sighs in relief, running his fingers through his hair. you knew it right away.

“i’m here, i’m sorry.” you say, walking towards him as you pull him in a hug. heeseung wraps his arms around your waist, resting his cheek on your head. “i’m sorry. i’m not going anywhere, okay? never doing that again.”

“i’m sorry.” heeseung softly says. “i trust you, i just really get paranoid.”

“no, no, no. i get you.” you softly say, looking up at him as he looks at you. you press a kiss on his chin and he smiles. “what do you want for breakfast?”

“anything.” he answers.

“anything,” you repeat and he hums. “sunoo’s mint choco—”

“anything, but that.” heeseung cuts you off, making you laugh. “come on, let’s find whatever we can.” he says, holding your hand as he pulls you with him to the kitchen.

“not ramen, okay?” you say and heeseung whines. “we already had ramen yesterday.”

after hours of lazing around, you two went down to the field of flowers to watch the sunset, sitting on the ground where heeseung laid a blanket for you two. you noticed your boyfriend acting weird as he keeps touching the left side of his blazer on the chest area. “seungie,” you call and he hums, subtly touching his chest on the left side. “you okay?”

“yeah, why?” he asks, touching the same spot again and you look at it, then back to him.

“are you sure?” you ask and he nods, kissing your cheek as he pulls you closer to him as you two watch the sun set with the moon on the opposite side. it was getting dark, the skies turning pink. it was always beautiful here around this time, but you couldn’t focus because of your boyfriend being weird.

“yes,” he nervously chuckles. “you? you okay?”

“mhm,” you softly hum. “actually, i’m a bit cold.” you lie through your teeth and heeseung frowns. “can i borrow?” you ask, softly tugging on his blazer to which he removes, but he stops when his hand brushes on the spot that he’s been patting over and over again for the past hour that you’ve been here.

“no,” he says, fixing it back and you look at him weirdly. “can i hug you instead?”

you chuckle, shaking your head as you turn back to the sun. “it’s really beautiful, isn’t it?” you say and heeseung nods, but his eyes weren’t on the sun. they were on you. always on you.

“the best view.” he says and you look at him to see he didn’t even look at the sunset. “i lo-view.” he says, wiggling his eyebrows as he laughs and you try to scowl at him, but the corners of your mouth are lifting up. he touches the left side of his chest again and you look at him. he only smiles at you and you chuckle.

“come here,” you mumble, holding your hands out to which he comes forward, fitting his face in between your hands as he presses his lips against yours. your hands slide up to his hair, softly running through his locks until it decides to rest on heeseung’s nape. heeseung tilts his head to avoid bumping his nose against yours as he rests an arm around your waist and the other hand on your arm.

slowly, your hand comes down to his sternum as you keep kissing him. then, your slowly slide your hand under the blazer to which heeseung immediately grabs your hand before you can even touch what it was he’s been patting.

you giggle against his lips as he keeps kissing you. “no.” was the only thing heeseung said with a chuckle as he kept kissing your lips.

you laugh, but heeseung didn’t stop kissing your lips nor did you pull away and open your eyes. “seungie,” you softly say, giggling. “please?” you sweetly ask and he hums.

“five more minutes,” he says against your lips, moving impossibly closer as he clips your hand in between his knees which makes you laugh louder, but still, he doesn’t stop kissing you. “don’t judge me. you never kissed you.” he mumbles, tilting his head on the other side as he keeps kissing you. “if you did, you would understand.”

as you kiss him back, your free hand attempts to go to his blazer again, but heeseung grabs it right away, intertwining his fingers with yours. “seungie,” you softly giggle, but he still kept kissing you. “honey,” you say and even though you didn’t want to, you pulled away. “come on.” 

“one more?” he says and you shake your head causing him to sigh. “okay, i should just get over it.” he says more to himself, turning to you. “do you think we’re insane for not taking our relationship slow?”

you chuckle. “seungie, we weren’t together for six years. when we said taking things slow, we literally took it to another level.” you say and heeseung chuckles. “we’re doing good right now, right?”

he nods, pressing his lips into a thin line. you look at him to see him keeping his eyes down. you softly sigh, hand reaching out to his blazer. this time, he doesn’t stop you. you reach the inner pocket, feeling the velvet fabric of the small box. you grab it, pulling it out of his blazer as you look at it, then to heeseung who was just avoiding your eyes.

“talked to anyone about this?” you ask.

“jay,” he answers. “and… felix.”

you nod. “what did they say?” you ask.

“we waited for each other for six years, they don’t see a problem with it.” heeseung says and you nod. “but… we never talked about it before and maybe i’m jumping way ahead of you or… maybe we’re moving too fast? i don’t know.”

“what do you think?” you ask.

“i don’t want to do anything if you’re—”

“don’t think about me, heeseung.” you say, shaking your head as you point your finger to him. “what do you think about our relationship? are we moving too fast? slow? what?”

heeseung looks at you, sighing. “i think we’re fine,” he says. “we’re great. we love each other, we fixed everything. you’re my soulmate, you’re my best friend, you’re my missing piece. i… i just feel so great when i’m with you and there’s nothing to wait for, right? you said back then, time doesn’t really matter. what we feel for each other doesn’t increase because of time. it increases because of how safe we feel with each other and how we keep on getting to know each other everyday.” heeseung chuckles nervously, looking at you. “on the practical side, we’re both happy with our jobs, our positions. we’re both financially stable. we’re good, i know that. i know you said not to think about you, but that’s the only missing thing. how do you feel about this?”

you press your lips into a thin line, looking at him. heeseung feels the difficulty in deciphering what you think, but he knows, if you’re not ready, you’ll let him down easy and talk to him properly. because that’s what made you two great, proper communication.

you move, facing him as you get on your knees, sitting on the back of your feet. you take his hand, looking at him as you place the box on his hand. “do it.” you softly say and heeseung looks at you, processing what you just said. you lightly raise your brows and he immediately gets in the same position as you, facing you. 

“i’ve practically said my speech,” heeseung starts and you softly laugh. “but most of the times, i feel scared with every move that i make, in fear of doing something wrong. but with you, i just have to talk to you and i’m just not scared anymore. there are things we know are wrong, but sometimes, we just have to make mistakes to get where we want. and i don’t know where the hell my speech is leading because i don’t feel like i’ve done any mistakes when i’m with you—oh, well, except when i denied my feelings for you.”

you smile at him which made his smile bigger.

“but the moment i admitted my feelings for you, everything fell into place. shit happened and i’m willing to go through them again as long as the other end leads to you.” heeseung says, opening the box and turning the ring to you. “so, would you like to spend the rest of your life with me? you can have this ring as a freebie.”

you and heeseung laugh at his line. “you know ‘will you marry me’? they’re still okay!” you laugh and heeseung joins along, shrugging. “of course, seungie. i would love to spend the rest of my life with you.” you smile and heeseung takes the ring off the box, holding your hand as he slides it with ease on your ring finger. “it fits perfectly.”

“yeah, i secretly measured your finger when you were sleeping.” heeseung says and you giggle. you cup his jaw, pressing your lips against his and heeseung kisses back right away. “you wanna get married now? town hall is just near.” he says against your lips and you laugh, causing him to smile wide.

“you’re crazy.”

“only for you.”

promo or not, he will always take you.

a/n: just wanted to let you know that one of hee's—now a heey/n child—cats is named dandelion,, bcs yk in the field of flowers hee found, just like the song goes, hee would wish to dandelions to get y/n yeah i need to stop,,, anyway, this smau didnt even last a month i- oMG WE WERE SO FAST HELP ANYWAYEAJDSBVJHSD WHAT YOU AS ALWAYS YOU GUYS ARE JUST FUCKING AMAZING I LOVE YOU TYSM FOR ANOTHER SUCCESSFUL SMAU, IM SORRY I WAS CRUEL AT TIMES BUT IT WAS FUN UIASHBFHSD ANYWAY,, idk when i will post the alt ending but u all know the drill, if u dont want the angsty ending, it's okay not to red,, bUT THANK YOU AGAIN AAAA ILYSM U GUYS :( FLOWER AND SEUNGIE SIGNING OFF 🫂

[a-single-slice-of-toast]

I wanted to make a nice and "simple" comic for today, so I chose to show off some of my headcanon relationships.

Explanations for each panel under the cut

Black Garlic is so obviously a Licofait kid. I mean, come on, she's a streamer obsessed with the undead and has big hair with white bangs and wears clothes with big, droopy sleeves. Also Poison Mushroom is there because, out of all of the Cookies of Darkness, they seem to hang around Licorice a lot. I see Licorice holding a sort of older brother role to them.

Read this comic that I spent an excessive amount of time on for context and also this one I guess, but to summarize, Pastry adopts Strawberry Crepe and eventually she marries Red Velvet. I JUST WANT HER TO BE HAPPY. Also Chiffon is sitting in this weird spot where they are like a pet to Pastry and Strawberry Crepe, but more like a son to Red Velvet.

Context here, but basically Sour Belt and Choco Bonbon are fashion wives and Adventurer is a protective son. Also, I just realized that would maybe make Dino-Sour Adventurer's uncle-in-law, or not, I don't know how it works.

Alchemist and Vampire are just annoyed genius younger sibling and obnoxious dumbass older sibling. Truly the Dexter and Deedee of current year.

Almond and Walnut's father-daughter time mostly consists of crime-stopping and not much else. Almond is a very proud father because of Walnut's growing detective skills.

Amber Sugar and Sugar Glass are still on the hunt for the perfect home but they slowly realize that they've already found something greater slow-burn 20K words not beta read

After months and/or years of soul-searching, Dark Choco finally decides to reconcile with his father.

Madeleine occasionally visits his old home to regale his aunties and mother with his latest adventures throughout Earthbread.

I would explain the Juice Bar Regulars, but I'm pretty sure the fandom has done that enough.

Cotton and Sherbet are BFFs done literally

The cottagecore gfs return to their Ovenbreak friends to tell them about their new Kingdom adventures.

I just think that Pastry, Parfait, Carrow, and Avocado would have a fun friendship. Also, I JUST WANT PASTRY TO BE HAPPY

The coffee trio are great friends, but sometimes Espresso regrets their friendship when they start teasing him about his relationship with Madeleine.

Purple Yam, Milk, and Mala Sauce are adventurer buddies who are always ready for any challenge, including any challenge Purple Yam creates due to his eternal rage.

Lilac is quickly learning that being a bodyguard for the person you are dating and are supposed to assassinate can be very stressful.

Someone once said to Eclair, "If you love relics so much, why don't you marry one?" and then he did. His cousins are proud of course, and luckily Earl Grey can be their wedding planner and Roguefort won't try to steal Tea Knight.

String Gummy discovers the moral dilemma of having to arrest a dimension-hopping time-criminal who also happens to be his long-lost sister.

Jungleberry is glad that Hollyberry has returned, but is starting to grow tired of her arriving drunk to every attempt at a royal family portrait. Princess and Knight are not helping the situation with their cheering at Hollyberry's juice-fueled antics.

Ovenbreak Gingerbrave and Kingdom Gingerbrave and their respective friend groups proudly sharing their respective adventures with each other.

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Hi hi!! Since requests are open! Can i request then Dark Choco cookie x reader wedding headcanons?? Your writings are so fantastic aaaa 💞💞💗💞😊💗💗 ily nh and wish you happiness <33

I have LITERALLY been thinking about this request for days. It started out pretty simple, but then I started writing and everything started snowballing and I got ENTIRELY CARRIED AWAY WITH IT because this prompt is just CHEFS KISS. I’m in love yesss thank you for letting me write some cute ass shit I love weddings bro heart eyes

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Dark Choco/Reader

Notes: fluff wedding headcanons that are kind of in a story type of format but also not really but who even cares it’s cute

Content Warnings: none

A/N: this one escaped me and now it’s long oops also I wrote and edited it on my phone after midnight (when the best writing comes out) so hopefully the fuck ups are very minor lol

“I’m getting married.”

Dark Choco turns this phrase around a dozen times in his head. He even tries speaking it to himself aloud a few times. Not once does it ever feel right on his tongue.

Even as he stands at the altar, it still feels entirely unreal to him, like he’s caught up in a dream.

Prior to the event, he spends a very long time preening himself in front of a mirror. Is his tie crooked? Is his suit wrinkled anywhere? Is his collar too tight, or is he just nervous?

^^He also fusses about his scarred eye, trying his best to distract from the marred area by adjusting his hair, which now falls a few inches past his shoulders. The last minute self-consciousness about his physical flaws hits him hard.

Dark Choco has never actually worn a proper suit and tie before, but apparently Vanillian weddings call for one. He doesn’t think he’d be much more comfortable in traditional Cacao wedding attire, however.

^^Despite the apparent lack of metal plating, the suit still feels heavier than any armor he’s even worn.

He had to get help from his uncle, Pure Vanilla — who’s also officiating AND hosting the wedding, to boot — to tie his tie correctly.

If Dark Choco got his way, there wouldn’t even be a ceremony. Big crowds make him nervous, so the two of you decided to only invite close family and friends. Dark Choco still didn’t bother to invite anyone, however.

Now, waiting before Pure Vanilla and the small crowd of patrons in the Vanilla Kingdom chapel, Dark Choco takes a break from his dizzingly repetitive monologue on realizing his current circumstance to take in the guests.

He recognizes some of your immediate family, as well as your close friends. As his gaze sweeps the room, however, he suddenly feels very faint.

Milk and Purple Yam sit together, mingling with Pistachio and White Choco — friends that he hasn’t spoken with in what seems like an eternity. Surely you never knew these cookies, so why are they here?

Avocado — who forged his new, non-cursed sword — and Caramel Arrow are seated together as well, deep in conversation.

His aunts chat together and sneak little glances his way. Hollyberry waves at him when she catches his eye, and Golden Cheese gives him a wink and a thumbs up.

After giving the gathering a good look, he almost doesn’t notice it as he starts to avert his gaze back down to the floor — at the far edge of the pews sits a single dark, lonesome figure, tugging at the collar of his dress shirt.

Dark Choco makes eye contact with his father for a mere moment before he snaps his head away in shock. He entirely misses the tired but proud smile Dark Cacao gives him.

Just when Dark Choco begins to feel like he’s been standing at the altar for an eternity, the chatter dies and heads starts to turn.

Seeing you walk down the isle makes him feel like the floor has lurched out from beneath him.

By the time you step up to stand with him, adorned in your wedding attire, Dark Choco has already made several escape routes in his head. Those escape routes, however, find their own escape routes from his mind when you take his clammy hands in yours.

“You— you look— your— it’s— I—”

“You look nice, too,” you whisper. Your eyes dart to the guests. “I hope you don’t mind that I invited some people on your behalf. This is your wedding, too, you know.”

“You—? T-thank you,” he says quietly, squeezing your hands and looking to the floor. He looks you in the eye again with intense sincerity. “…Thank you.”

The ceremony seems to last a mere few seconds. You exchange vows (his are short and blunt, basically “thank you for marrying me and not getting tired of my trauma-riddled ass”), and Pure Vanilla joins the two of you in holy matrimony, asking the Divines to bless your partnership.

When Pure Vanilla presents you with the rings, they look a little different to Dark Choco.

One ring is ivory, and the other is ebony. Each depicts one of the Dragons of Dark Cacao folklore, and each are wound into the shape of a ring in an ouroboros. They are studded with intricate steely markings, and their eyes are minute silver diamonds.

“I hope you don’t mind the trade-off from our old rings,” you say, bringing to mind the plain silver bands you’d agreed upon months before the ceremony, “but your father had these specially forged for us.”

Dark Choco slipped the ring depicting the white Dragon onto your finger, and you donned his ring finger with the black Dragon.

The ceremony concludes, and it’s off to the reception — it’s less of a party and more of a nice dinner.

You can take the man out of the Dark Cacao Kingdom, but you can’t take the Dark Cacao Kingdom out of the man. Dark Choco keeps one tradition from Cacao courtship — he presents your parent(s) with a hand-woven bundle of licorice, shaped into an intricate, loopy design. The gift is meant to represent the strong bond cultivated between the newlyweds.

Dark Choco shares a dance with you. He’s nervous at first, and his two left feet don’t help, but once he hears a familiar minty violin melody, his shaky movements become a little more confident.

He sits out on the dancing for the rest of the night, and he catches up with some of his long lost friends who also aren’t privy to dancing.

You share a brief dance with Dark Cacao, who genuinely thanks you for making his son happy.

Hollyberry and Golden Cheese bicker throughout the night about who’s kingdom their nephew and his new spouse will spend their honeymoon. The women will not stop their arguing until you compromise and tell them you’ll visit both. Hollyberry is quick to announce that she’ll be the one to arrange transportation for the two of you, and Golden Cheese counters that she’ll be the one to fund you with coins to spend through the vacation.

The two of you also make a (reluctant, on Dark Choco’s part) plan to briefly visit the Dark Cacao Kingdom as well, but you decide to make it a surprise for Dark Cacao.

As the party dies down and the number of guests begin to dwindle, you notice that Dark Choco is nowhere to be found. Milk tells you that he saw him leave not too long ago, so you quietly slip out yourself.

You find him in the greenhouse, sitting before a dense bush of white lilies that are illuminated by a slat of moonlight. His tie is loose and limp, the top few buttons of his shirt have been undone, and his hair looks like his hand has been run through it a few times.

He simply tells you that he had one last person to tell about his recent life-changing news.

The greenhouse is peaceful and quiet, save for the muffled buzz of the party down the hall.

In the privacy of the flowers, he silently stands and asks for your hand, pulling you into a close and gentle sway.

The lilies are the only beings to bear witness to the tender affair. They agree to keep it a secret.

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May I request all of enhypen’s reaction to the reader being sad and just wanting to be close to them- like kind of getting pouty after long periods of work/social interaction, and needing some alone time with their bf? Uni’s got me stressed man- (also this doesn’t have to be angsty if you only wanna write fluff ) love your writing luv <3

DON'T I KNOW IT. This is a cute ask, of course I'll do it!

༝ ･ ˖ ₊ ˚⊹Enha and How They'd Make You Feel Better After a Stressful Day ༝ ･ ˖ ₊ ˚⊹

pairing ⑅ boyfriend!enha x gn!reader

warning ⑅ none - fluff on top of fluff

author's note ⑅ I absolutely loved the premise of this request. This took me literally two seconds to make. Hope you all enjoy it!

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Heeseung ⑅

He's really upset to see you so worked up and exhausted. You would assure him that you were fine, but he really wants to make you feel better, so he cancels all his weekend plans so it can just be the two of you. You both stay up and watch movie marathons, bake cookies, slow dance in the living room, and just cuddle and make out on his bed. It's a weekend that you'll never forget and miss dearly when it's over.

Jay⑅

Jay wants nothing more than for you to not be upset. He usually likes to watch his dramas alone, but he would let you join, allowing you to cuddle up to his side while he massaged your skin and muscles. He'd be unusually sweet to you and whisper praises in your ear while you drift off into dreamland. You'd wake up on the couch to the smell of his cooking and you both devour his delicious meal at 2 in the morning.

Jake⑅

You don't tell Jake about how you're feeling, but he notices right off the bat, and basically forced you to stop what you're doing so you both can hang out. He'd make up a nice bubble bath for you, pick out a cute outfit that he really wants you to wear, and makes you laugh by trying to pull your hair up in a ponytail. You'd think he's taking you on a cute date like a picnic or a fancy restaurant, but you're surprised when he pulls up to a trampoline park. He promises it'll be fun, and it was, it was just the fun you needed.

Sunghoon⑅

He gets easily upset when you're upset, but he also gets pretty awkward and doesn't know how to handle you when you're sad. I just imagine him patting your head kind of stiffly, but being like "there, there it's okay" he would try to get you to laugh at any given moment, but you would have to probably tell him what you were wanting, and then he'd, of course, give it to you. Hugs, kisses, cuddles, all that lovey-dovey shiz.

Sunoo⑅

He can't stand that you're so sad, so he would do the most Sunoo thing ever, and order as much mint choco that he can (cause you both like it). He'd force you to devour your own tub of ice cream while he made you talk to him about how you were feeling. You literally pour all of it out, and Just feel a million times better. Sunoo is so easy to talk to and makes you feel like you can trust him with the world. You both cuddle up the rest of the night and watch rom-coms.

Jungwon ⑅

You tell Jungwon how you're feeling, and he immediately comes up with a plan. He takes you out for the night, and you both just walk the streets, enjoying the city lights and the pretty atmosphere. He'd take you back to his place afterwards so you could cuddle up next to his puppy and take much-needed rest.

Ni-Ki⑅

Ni-Ki has no real clue what to do cause he's terrible with emotions, So he does what he thinks is the best, and have you lay in his lap while he plays video games. He's not picking at you, or teasing you, he's just letting you vent while he beats people up. He'd eventually turn it off so that you had his full attention and you just feel so much better talking to him. He'd tried making you something to eat (but fails miserably) so you both decide on pizza.

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[lexi-the-demon-69]

Have some Dark Choco fluff headcanons

Since I'm working on a few things at the moment and I wanna keep this AU relevant, have some fluff headcanons for my boi.

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➼ Dark Choco is a very reserved and quiet person (just like in the games) and doesn't like confrontation. He really enjoys the outdoors and peaceful environments where he could be alone.

➼ Contrary to popular belief when it comes to his relationship with Milk and Purple Yam, I feel like Dark Choco wouldn't really remember them all too well. Milk WAS a child when he met Dark Choco and he was a late teenager all those years ago. Meanwhile with Purple Yam, yeah he doesn't remember him at all. I think it would be hilarious to have Purple Yam confront him, being like: "After all those years... I FOUND YOU! FACE ME!" "My apologies... do I know you?"

➼ Milk 100% still remembers Dark Choco and REALLY looks up to him. (my version of Milk is a little bit of a Dark Choco simp but isn't really in love with him. And Dark Choco sees him as a little brother.) If they ever met, Milk would try his best to convince him that they met before all those years ago and Dark Choco is a little skeptical. But takes Milk under his wing and helps him however he can.

➼ When it comes to physical contact, this poor boi is touch starved and has never really had any physical affection before Parfait cookie entered his life. The only time he had physical attention was from his father when it came to him trying to calm him down.

➼ His favorite type of physical attention is mostly 100% head rubs. Since he's very prone to migraines and headaches. The moment someone begins to pat his poor head, he'll just melt a little.

➼ Just like in canon, Dark Choco loves music. It really helps him calm down and soothe his headaches. His favorite type of music is classical and Parfait introduced him to other types of music, such as Lo-fi. (Which, in this universe, is what Parfait produces sometimes.) Dark Choco does like it a lot and finds it very comforting.

➼ Dark Choco canonically has very low self-esteem and obviously hates himself. However, the only thing that he kept from his old self was his love for his hair. During his time with the cookies of darkness, he would take a long time to get ready. Mostly because he would be doing his hair.

➼ Also, he loves it when Parfait plays with his hair. It makes him feel very happy.

➼ Dark Choco is a VERY heavy sleeper. He'll sleep in a lot, especially when he was in the cookies of darkness. Which is one of the many reasons why he's always late to meetings. I like to think that he does this just to be spiteful.

➼ Since Dark Choco is a pretty tall, muscular guy, I like to think that he would have a high metabolism and loves to eat. During his time with the cookies of darkness, he would hide some of the best food in his room because he knew damn well that no one had the balls to go into his room. Not even Pomegranate.

➼ He secretly loves sweet stuff, more specifically cake.

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That's it lol. Please tell me if you wanna see more!

[heliotism]

PARFAIT COOKIE GENERAL YANDERE HCS.

brainrot made me write this

warning! mild violence, worshipping!

reader is gender-neutral!!

yeah so

parfait cookie craves your attention a lot

she also tries to impress you h25. all the time.

in some way it's kinda similar to mint choco cookie— but she's way way more intense

“hey! [y/n], listen to my new song!” proceeds to sing her lungs out while doing the most fantastic dance moves “was it good? did you like it?? do you want me to change anything??”

she doesn't really care if her original song loses its meaning— if you want something to be changed, then that meant it wasn't good enough for you, and just to please you, she'd change absolutely everything.

i could totally imagine parfait being at a concert, then for a few seconds, she looks at the crowd and notices you amongst the other cookies. at this moment she'll probably just. stop singing for one sec or two bc holy shit she just fell in love.

when the concert ends, parfait tries to find you in the crowd of cookies leaving and then she just drags you behind the scenes to just. get to know you, look at you, yknow stuff like that

and also to beg for you to come to all of her next concerts

outside of the idol life, of course, parfait loves to spend time with you!!

she doesn't necessarily stalk you, but once she knows where you approximately live, she'll always do her concerts there

so at least, you won't have any excuse to not attend!

speaking of not attending parfait's concerts,, she'll be very disappointed.

not disappointed in you! but in herself, that's for sure.

she'll constantly feel like she messed up something, that the song she wrote last time wasn't good enough, and quickly, all that negativity impacts her singing.

all the cookies attending her concert notice something is off with the beloved idol, but they don't know what it exactly is :(

so yeah. you better apologize to her 🔫

when parfait visits your house, she would definitely take some stuff. an old pic of you she found in one of your drawers while you weren't looking, a hair clip if you have any, stuff like that.

eventually it all starts to pile up,,

so what do you do when you have a big pile of stuff you stole from the person you're unhealthily obsessed with??

you make a ✨shrine✨

yeah, she might start to worship you. might.

a sweet fact: when parfait isn't really inspired to write her songs, she thinks of you, and suddenly!! suddenly she writes dozens and dozens of songs!!!

you could think that with all of this, parfait is actually pretty harmless. yeah, she'd never hurt you.

but huh. parfait gets jealous extremely easily. if she ever notices that another cookie fell for you she might do something.

like, i don't know, infiltrate their home in the middle of the night and smashing them with her guitar until they're nothing but dust.

it's both a way to get rid of any possible rival, and also a stress reliever! so cool!!

she's careful not to leave any trace once she's done, because, yknow, being a murderer isn't the best thing for your idol career.

hum, kidnapping. no no no, a big no!! parfait doesn't really like the idea of hurting you in any way, even if it can benefits her :((

also because she doesn't want you to see the tiny shrine she made for you but huh—

dating you would be fantastic!! but if you don't want to, that's fine too! as long as you're happy and you don't go with anyone else she's happy too!! isn't that sweet??

so, to sum it up, parfait cookie is a worshipper+violent yandere. she absolutely adores you, you're her muse, her everything. but if anyone else feels the same way toward you, they're kinda dead. unless they're another yandere. which would probably result in a very violent fight 👍

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[quibbs126]

hi hi! could I request a Pitaya Dragon x Dark Cacao fan child? an example of a name might be dragonfruit choco, which my friend came up with for this ship they came up with. their dynamic is two big guys with swords and anger issues that are besties but also maybe more??? :000

oh and snapcube sonic and shadow

I only realized now that there was a suggestion for the character. Sorry about that. Anyways, this here is Dark Sapote Cookie

Also one thing to note, I basically had Dark Sapote finished months ago. I think you can tell by the way their lineart doesn’t entirely match what I do now. Literally all that was left was the sketch, which I did today. There’s another fankid in that boat, so she might get posted today too (among others that I just have forgotten to post)

But also on top of that, it’s been a good while since I’ve thought about Dark Sapote, so I may miss some stuff

Anyways, on to Dark Sapote. They’re half dragon and live in the Dark Cacao Kingdom. They have a more dragon like form they can transform into, though it’s more of a drake than a dragon, and they don’t turn into it often. They’re technically an heir to the Dark Cacao Kingdom throne, but they don’t do much of anything, so they aren’t really considered such. They also choose to live outside of the Citadel in a cave somewhere

Dark Sapote is extremely chill and often very sleepy, to the point where they’re pretty lazy. However, this isn’t entirely due to their nature, but rather due to the temperature. Because the kingdom is so cold, their body’s essentially in a low power state, as they subconsciously are in a brumation state, but also aren’t reptilian enough to actually go into it, so they’re just stuck like this. And they specifically have this problem because Pitaya is from a tropical and more fiery climate, and Dark Sapote inherited biology for a warmer climate, not a colder one. No one is really aware that this is the reason Dark Sapote is like this, not even Dark Sapote themself

In higher temperatures, they become more active and energetic, and in addition they become more powerful. But because they live where their power is dampened pretty much all the time, they don’t have the best grasp on their full power. If they were to go to say, Dragon’s Valley, they’d likely unleash mayhem with their uncontrollable power. Not quite sure how they haven’t encountered this problem yet, but whatever

They grew up in the Dark Cacao Kingdom simply because they liked Dark Cacao more than Pitaya, but they kind of all unwittingly created this giant problem for Dark Sapote, leaving them in this state

Anyways, on to the design

So Dark Sapote is a name I’ve had on file for a long time, after I discovered the existence of black sapotes, which is what they’re based on. Black sapotes are a tropical fruit like pitaya, and apparently when ripe, they taste similar to chocolate pudding

Black sapote:

So to look for things to say on their design, I watched the time lapse video Procreate makes, and now I remember, Dark Sapote was hell to design. And if I’m being honest, I think the rough sketch is the best version of them

They were apparently originally going to have horns or a crown of sorts, but I decided against it or it just didn’t work. Side note, but I need to give my characters more accessories, especially in the hair. That’s how they end up looking so plain

Their hair is supposed to be the same between the sketch and the final design, but you can’t really see it with the pose. Apparently I tried other hairstyles that would make it visible but for some reason I decided against them

Their side hair thing is supposed to be from Pitaya, with their side bang things, but I don’t think I executed it super well

The colors on the armor were such a pain, mostly because Dark Sapote has so many dark colors, making them all blend in with each other and the black lineart (I only color it at the end once colors are finalized). That was what made me shelve them for so long, because I couldn’t get them to look right, until one day I came back and was like “yeah good enough” and colored the lines, and then left because I was out at the time

Also the colors themselves aren’t the most appealing. The green and brown come from the fruit itself, but they aren’t the nicest to look at

To be honest, I think Dark Sapote needs another shot at a design. The final product isn’t the worst, but it definitely could have turned out better. And also, I like their character

And yeah, that’s Dark Sapote. If you see a redesign of them later on, don’t be too surprised. But regardless, I hope you can enjoy them in some capacity

[ratherbefangirling]

hi there! i'd like to request a bts ship if you're still doing them! i hope i'm doing all of this right, i haven't really used tumblr in a while 😭

my nickname is m, i'm 23 years old! i'm an ambivert (who acts a bit more like an introvert these days), enfp, enneagram 4. contrary to what people around me think, i'm a slytherin 🙈 i used to be a lot more shy than i am now, but i've somehow naturally overcome that through activities in my school's drama club. i'm both a cat and a dog person and would love to own one of each in the near future! i'm an animal lover in general, i'm especially obsessed with ducks, pandas and penguins for some reason 🙈 regarding my appearance, i'm pretty basic, i have brown eyes and brown wavy hair, i'm around 165 cm tall and i'm a bit on the chubbier side.

i'm currently getting my degree in foreign language teaching, i speak 3 languages fluently and i'm planning to start learning french in the near future. besides languages, i'm really interested in art and art history, astronomy, archaeology and psychology. if i wasn't a teacher, i'd probably be a speech therapist or i'd just live off of drawings/paintings i make or stuff i craft.

i change my hobbies almost every week, right now, i spend most of my time playing video games. i've really been into sims lately (i mostly build stuff because i find the gameplay really repetitive). as soon as i graduate, i'd like to start travelling more often, some of the countries i'd like to visit are italy, france, the uk, japan, switzerland, south korea and new zealand.

my ideal partner is someone who would enjoy spending a lot of their free time with me, someone who would not be afraid of physical affection because i love love LOVE to give and receive cuddles and hugs! i'd also like to have a partner who would respect me and my interests and would always support me in everything i do. an ideal date would either be a picnic with all of our favorite food or going out for hot drinks (hot choco or tea) and then later watching something at the cinema.

my bias is tae, he somehow caught my eye the moment i was introduced to bts, i love how he seems to have a really cold exterior but on the inside he's the cutest fluffball that exists! i don't really have a bias wrecker, or rather, i change my bias wrecker every week because i just love all of the boys and i have a different special connection with each and every one of them.

a no-no for me are yandere and hybrid AUs, everything else is ok!

ship type: regular please 😊

i'm really sorry if this turned out to be too long 💔

Don't be sorry, its lovely to read this!!!

The person I ship you with is Namjoon

Warning : Idol au.

You meet Namjoon in one of the rich people parties

it was an art event

Your dress cost an arm and a leg

But you did look gorgeous

So much so that Namjoon couldn't take his eyes of you... so that was good investment.

You however were engrossed in the paintings, one in particular you felt really connected to

Namjoon decides to approach you and comment on it.

You talk and talk and talk

The nights end up with you drunk on Namjoon's dimples and a message on your phone.

Your life goes to normal and the night seems like a fairytale dream

Except Joon sends you paintings he likes and music he likes and when he thinks the sky is pretty or if he wants to talk about his pokemon collection

It's cute until it isn't because you think you're falling for him and I don't blame you who wouldn't

Namjoon decides to go on a trip and hire you as his official translator

Its because he needs a translator he says and not because you said you dreamt of travelling

So basically you get paid to live your dream, to travel, to explore that too in luxury and to eat and laugh with your bestfriend and the boy you really really like.

The last day of the trip is in Paris and its cliche but its romantic (though with this man going to the convenience store would be romantic too) (next time he'll take you to Taj Mahal, 'it was called Mumtaz Mahal after the emperors wife but more importantly his lover')

Of course he intends to propose but he has lost the ring and you laugh because this is Namjoon.

Once you do agree to be his lover, he can't take his hands of you, he's always all over you

Infact it gets irritating when after coming home from the gym he hugs you and you have to take a bath

He also has a whole wall with your artwork only one work not done by you is put up it's the painting you liked and the room is decorated with your souvenirs and his pokemon collection and your photos

Every winter you both make ductan sonyeondan and every year he manages to break the mold.

In conclusion you have a person who not only supports your life but is glad because it reduces his guilt even if on occasion despite never admitting later he does get jealous

Now you have a person who is going to turn every part of your relationship into songs ... sometimes you wonder if he loves you more or the song writing content you provide him

But who cares sometimes you know love and sometimes you dont but as long as there are snacks with your tea you are willing to learn about it.

Hope you liked it.

[another-fantasy-world]

The Idol’s Inspiration

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Title: The Idol’s Inspiration

Pairing: Valkyrae || Rachell x Fem! Reader

Summary: In which the international singer find’s her inspiration in a certain brown eyed-often screaming- streamer

Warnings: None? Fluff. Awkward Crushing. Top Rae? (Oh Gosh)

Word Count: 2,905 Words

@short-kid27​ helped me with this one. Go check her out she’s actually great

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You scoffed when you saw what your bandmate tweeted out, tweeting as if he wasn’t using his phone either. Deciding to throw something at him, you spot a plastic perfume bottle, reaching out for it, only for Luna, your other bandmate to slap your hands of her perfume bottle.

“Don’t you dare.” She playfully glares before turning back to her original position, with her hair stylist tending to her long reddish-brown hair.

“Sebastian, you are so lucky you’re on the other side of the room right now or I swear to God, you would have a concussion.” You frowned, before turning back to your phone, further proving Sebastian’s point.

“See?! What are you even doing?” He loudly asks, you barely hearing him from the noise of blowdryers.

“Writing.” You answered, annoyed. It wasn’t a lie tho, You were now writing a new song, since your management once again are rushing you to write at least 12 songs for your new album.

“We wrote 3 songs yesterday. Calm down.” Your bassist, Luna reassured you, who just finished her glams.

“We’re supposed to be finished with this by the end of the month. How am I supposed to calm down?” You complained.

Ever since your band, Coldify, got enough attention, your management barely gave you enough time to just breathe and write like you used to, How were you supposed to produce quality music?

“Choco Milk?” Jace, your drummer offers you his second cup

“No thank you. Hot sweet things stress my throat. Maybe later though.” You stood up, thanking your stylists, before changing into your casual clothes, since you would be doing a Q and A session first as a soundcheck and also for extra fan service before the concert proper.

Once you finished changing, you walked out of your dressing room, only to find that your bandmates are now all set up, all except you.

Jace is fiddling with his drum sticks

Luna is tuning her bass guitar

And Sebastian is playing a random tune on his electric guitar.

You rolled your eyes at them, before slinging your own acoustic guitar over your shoulder, the familiar weight and pressure of it’s strap makes you smile.

“Are we ready guys? We can start now, there’s only 5 minutes left.” You asked them, plugging in your “in-ears”

They all nodded at you and you guys started to do your signature intro, you playing a few notes on your acoustic, followed by Sebastian and Luna, then you all run out, hearing the screams of your fans intensify, before Jace started banging on his drums, ending your intro with all of you guys harmonizing your band name and lifting your right arms up, showing the compass tattooed into the insides of your wrists, symbolizing your band and the friendship that will never grow old.

“What is up LA!?” You loudly said into the mic, chuckling when they screamed louder than your own mic.

“Well, we certainly need to up the mic volume later.” Luna giggled, sitting on one of the chairs positioned in the middle of the stage.

“Mhhmmn. Let’s all calm down first yes? You guys save your energy for later.” Sebastian winked into the crowd, also sitting on one of the chairs, with his mic in his hand.

“Great, great. We’re all settled in, Please sit down and let’s start this 1 and a half hour Q and A? Soundcheck? Fan service? Whatever you want to call this whole shebang.” You joked, thanking the staff that gave you your own water bottle.

“You know the drill, if you don’t that’s fine. My name is Luna and I am the one who plays the amazing silver-gray bass back there.” Luna introduces herself

“That amazing silver-gray bass that you would marry someday. I swear you are inlove with that thing.” Sebastian teased, earning him a loud smack to the shoulder.

“That is animal abuse. Stop it.” You hold in your laugh, but bursted out laughing anyways when you saw the appalled look on his face.

“My name is Jace. And I bang my sticks into a hallow cylindrical thing for a living. I heard they’re called drums but whatever. I also live with these idiots and I, unfortunately, am the one who holds their leashes.” Jace introduces himself, smiling into the crowd

“Okay, Father. My Name is Sebastian. aka the most attractive one in this group. I play the guitarrrrrr. You guys can call me Seb, Sebastian or Daddy. Your choice.” He winked.

“Ew.” All three of you pretended to gagged, before laughing at Sebastian’s pouting face, your audience also laughing at your antics.

“Okay- Okay, Stop. We need to be serious. Gosh. My name’s Y/N! And I’m your local sapphic lead singer. Yes, I need to say that everyday because people still debate that I’m straight. It’s annoying” You introduce, taking a sip of your water

“Right. So this is how it’s gonna work. There are multiple Coldify interrogators, as we call them, roaming around, all you have to do, is raise your hand, first one they see wins the first question. And the cycle continues until we run out of time.” You explained

“HmmHmmn. So are you guys ready?” Luna asks, earning a few “Yes!” and “WHOOOOO” making all you guys chuckle.

“Okaaaay! on 3. 1,2,3! OH! That redhead with the all black attire. I like that.” Sebastian calls, waiting for the guy in the uniform to hand the girl the mic.

“What’s your name love?” Jace asked the now blushing girl

“Ah. Kadie. I just wanna say that I am such a big fan and I wanted to know if, besides the tattoo you guys have right now, the compass, are you guys still planning on getting a matching tattoo?”

“Ooooh. Tattooes. Hmm. I personally would love to have another tattoo. But you see, Sebastian here cried when we first tattoed. And I am not looking forward to that at all.” Luna answered, laughing when Sebastian whined.

“Oh yeah. No. Not again.” Jace agreed, while you just smiled and nodded.

“Next Question Please.” Sebastian interjected before you could even talk

“Hi my name’s Catherine-” You guys interrupted her to say hi

“Hehe. Hi. Uhm, I wanted to know if you guys have like, favourite youtubers or streamers?” She asks shyly, which made you smile.

“Oooooo. Okay, now you guys get to know why I tweeted that earlier.” Sebastian chuckles

“Okay Mr. Snitch. But uhm. I would have to say... Sykkuno. His voice is just the best-”

“Excuse me? Corpse?! Hello? Corpse has the best voice don’t even. He’s my favourite, what you said was just Corpse slander” Sebastian interrupts Luna, to which Luna answered with a glare.

“Uh-huh. Okay. As I was saying, Corpse’s voice is good, but Syk’s is just this wholesome anime type voice that just melt’s your heart you know? He should be a voice actor for like, an anime protagonist. AND HIS PERSONALITY IS SO GOOD AND WHOLESOME LIKE WHAT THE FUCK?” Luna gushes, nodding to Jace before she goes on a full rant

“I’m sure you won’t match with him, expecially since he’s quiet and you’re loud and abnoxious.” Sebastian casually says

“You know what?”

“Pokimane...” Jace speaks into the mic, interrupting the siblings from fighting. “...Because she’s actually a really good gamer, and she also has a cat called called “Mimi” and that’s major points in my book.” Jace says, smiling.

“Hmm. That’s actually a tough choice... I would have to say-” You were interrupted when your phone let out a noise, letting you know you forgot to silent it.

“BABUSHKA!” Your face felt hot as you desperately tried to put your phone in silent, but it was too late.

“My phone just outed me what the hell?” You mumbled into the mic, hiding your face as you hear your fans laugh and coo at your cuteness and embarrassment.

“Anyways, if that didn’t answer your question, I don’t know what will. But uhm, Valkyrae. 100 percent. She’s just really skilled in video games and has probably played more games than me. Also, she’s absolutely fucking gorgeous and I just love her personality and all.” You smiled, still feeling a little bit embarrassed

“I just love her personality- Please, last night you fell asleep to her playing a horror game. She screams alot in that video, I’m just saying. How could you sleep to literally her screaming in your ear?” Sebastian shrugs, ignoring the glares you sent him

“Just this morning, you were frowning because there was another viper on the team Rae was fighting against in Valorant, and you accused that viper of being a copycat.” Jace added

“Or the fact that you always flinch, or dodge and curse whenever someone shoots at Rae-” Luna finishes making you cover her mouth before she says something more

“Okay. I think it’s pretty obvious that I have a crush on Valkyrae but please- Stop.” You grumbled, frowning playfully at your fans when they awed at your band’s interaction.

“Next Fucking Question Please.” You huffed, closing your eyes and leaning back into your seat, trying to settle your beating heart

Rae will for sure see that. Oh my god. Thoughts of Rae seeing your clip of literally simping for her has your heart running marathons.

“Hi! Uhm, this question is for Y/N”

You hear the gasps of your bandmates, but you pay no attention to it since you were still gay panicking inside

“What will you do if you ever met Valkyrae in person?” a familiar voice echoed in your ears, you of course can’t figure out who it is.

“I honestly don’t know how I would react. Maybe faint? But then probably hug her? I dunno? Kiss her cheek maybe? I mean, how would you react if you meet your long time crush?” You answered mindlessly, chuckling silently knowing that you probably faint and be knocked out for God knows how long. Or maybe you’d fumble and embarrass yourself.

You hear your bandmates join in the laughter with the audience, and that made you open your eyes, throwing a confused glace to Luna who just patted your back and made eye contact with who, you presume, asked the question.

You followed her gaze, eyes widening when you saw the brown-eyed brunette beauty holding the mic. Your brain lagged, trying to comprehend the situation.

“Uhm, I mean- Unless, You know? She’s uncomfortable about it. I don’t wanna make her uncomfy, you get me? First impressions are a thing. I mean- I’m just gonna shut up.” You just spat words out before your brain could even comprehend it.

Come on Y/N keep it together. She gotta think that you’re cool. Not an awkward gay mess.

“Pfft- Little too late for the first impressions that included you being cool.” Jace threw his empty water bottle at you

“...I said that aloud didn’t I?” You asked, now trying to hide your face behind Luna’s back, who’s doubling over from laughter

“Please, someone tag me when you decide to upload this very moment. I wanna blackmail Y/N with it.” Sebastian wheezed out.

“I think we can do something with the hugging thing. Just don’t faint on me.” Your eyes snapped to Rae’s as you see the smirk etched on her face, her hands still holding the microphone

Your eyes widen as your fans, screamed and a series of “OOOOOOHHHH” and “Get it Y/N!” erupted, making your embarrassment amplify even more.

“Is it embarrass Y/N day today? God, please- Next Question please. Oh Jesus.” You put your face in your hands, trying to hide.

Thankfully, they didn’t pry anymore, your embarrassment slowly subsiding as they asked about your daily life, career, albums and upcoming awards. After finishing a couple more questions, you guys sang a couple cover songs, and that’s what concluded your soundcheck. (Sebastian managed to sneak in Janet’s PETTY song, which you rolled your eyes on but sang nonetheless.)

You walked out and to the backstage as you shoved Sebastian playfully for making kissy faces.

“Y/N and Rachell sitting on a tree-” He was suddenly cut off by someone

“K-I-S-S-I-N-G” Your gaze wonders to Pokimane, or Imane who just interrupted Sebastian

“Kissing?! Isn’t it a bit too early for that? Why would they kiss-” Sykkuno says glancing between Rae and I

You wondered if they said anything else because you’re going to be honest to yourself, you were only looking at Rae’s eyes. The deep brown orbs you only ever saw through your screen, was now staring right back at you, her brunette hair tied up in a bun- She’s staring back at you.

Quickly averting your eyes, you felt yourself grow shy, you now also find your shoes very attractive.

“Keep your head up or else you would faint on me and I don’t want that. I prefer to hug a conscious person, Thank you very much.” you lifted your head so fast you could’ve given yourself a whiplash. Darting your eyes around Rae, you quickly find that your friends + Imane and Sykkuno have left the both of you alone.

“Sorry. You just caught me off guard there. Hi! Uhm. I really don’t know what to say to you- Uhm.” You rub the back of your neck, nervously smiling at Rae you in turn smirked at you, raising her brow in the process.

She quietly chuckles before opening her arms, signaling for a hug, to which you launched yourself in, trying not to breathe because that would be so weird.

“Okay so now can you take out your knife and stab me just to make sure that this is real.” You stated, looking directly into her eyes

“...But I’m not the Impostor?”

“...Okay that’s clever-” You laughed, taking a sip out of your water bottle, leading her to your dressing room

“Speaking of, do you mind if I play with you guys sometimes? I’ll find time, I promise.” You say, watching the time considering you only have half an hour to change and get ready, not to mention your crush is right in front of you as well.

“Wait really? Yeah! Just DM me on twitter! I’ll organize a lobby just for you.” She replies, plopping herself on the sofa you have.

“Awe, I feel so... special” You smiled, finally composing yourself, emerging from behind the curtains, already in your performance outfit

“The almighty Creator of the Year, creating a lobby? For lil ol m-” You were greeted with a facefull of pillows thrown at you, just for that statement. Which made you laugh.

“Shut up.” She grinned

“I’m sorry, m’lady” You curtsied playfully, expecting her to start smacking your shoulders, instead when you lifted your head up, she was just sitting there with a soft smile on her face.

“You’re wearing my merch.” She stated

You widened your eyes then looked down, the hoodie that you just randomly picked up was her merch.

“I’m sorry, do you want it back?” You spit the words out before your mind could comprehend how idiotic that sounded

Rae bursted out laughing at your statement, putting her hand over her mouth while doubling over. You rolled your eyes at her and plopped down on the sofa, crossing your arms.

“Yeah, Yeah. Go on. Laugh. At least I can spell broccoli right.” You teased, poking her side

“OKAY! LISTEN HERE HOTSHOT! I-”  she was interrupted by a series of knocks on the door.

“Y/N! PLEASE TELL ME YOU’RE DECENT AND IS NOT SEDUCING RAE BECAUSE THAT’S JUST WRONG” Sebastian loudly asked through the door

“Oh My God. Please just kill me.” You rubbed your face with your hands

“I’m pretty sure I’ll be the one doing the seducing but okay.” You hear her mumble under her breath, making you look at her with a scandalized look on your face

“DOOR’S UNLOCKED SEBASTIAN. DON’T BE AN IDIOT..” You replied

“Don’t mind him Y/N We’re just coming in to say that you have 5 minutes until we have to go onstage.” Luna softly replies, shoving Sebastian out your field of view.

“I’ll be right there Lune.” You stood up, smiling at Rae

“I guess that’s it. I’ll talk to you later? I think? Just check your DM’s soon yeah?” She pulls you into a hug, kissing your cheek as she pulls away.

“Good Luck out there. I know you’ll do great.” She smiles, walking out, leaving you to your thoughts

“Huh?” You touched your cheek, a smile slowly paints itself upon your face

"Come on, lovergirl we're running late." Jace drapes his arm around your shoulder

"She kissed my cheek." You say, still shocked

"Lucky You." Jace says, his ears reddening.

...lucky bastard

"POKI KISSED YOU TOO DIDN'T SHE?!" You screeched

'Hush!" His cheeks are also red now.

"Huh. I guess today's our lucky day." You grinned, now extremely happy and hyped

"Oh, check your e-mail now by the way. Manager says she sent our line up there." he pats your back, getting into his position, as best as he can considering the stage is now pitch black

"Huh. Okay." You pulled out your phone, sending a piece of paper flying. Bending down to pick it up, you feel your heart soften into mush and then it decides to run another marathon.

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"Be still, my beating heart." You sighed out

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[sly-merlin]

KILLING ME - 13 | n.y

pairing : law student!reader + yuta

genre :    angst , mafia au/ arranged marriage au.

warnings of this chapter : mentions of brutality described in previous chapter, mentions of strained breathing, curse words. For future chapters, major character death(s).

words : 4.5k

summary :

“life’s never fair y/n. realise it as soon as you can . it is the only secret for living a regretless life.”                                  

or            

 “  curiousity got the cat hitched”

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In the silent room, the sound of taeil's shoes reverberated as he paced back and forth. Of the seventeen men standing in the living room, most had their heads hung low while some paid side glances to Jaehyun and ten as they fell prey to Taeil's anger.

"Last time!" Fingers pointed in the air, taeil asked in a dangerously calm voice, "don't make me repeat myself. Who left the door open?"

Messing his hair, jaehyun began,

"We didn’t know she was still there in the basement. Usually she’s out by-

“just answer me already.” Taeil shouted in exasperation.

“we don’t clearly remember. Me and ten were busy interrogating him.'' Jaehyun's voice was barely above a mumble but it still managed to reach everyone in the parameter.

Taeil turned to ten, furiously rubbing his forehead, impliedly asking for a reply but he merely shrugged in shame.

“Since when you have been butchering people with doors ajar for everyone to see?” the volume of his voice sent shivers to each and every presence in the room. Taeil never lost his calm, this was, after all, his metier. But he knew when to let go of his usual demeanor and nobody plucked up the courage to question him either.

“we didn’t do it deliberately. It was a mistake. An accident. Why are you drawing this so much.” jaehyun daren’t raise his voice above a whisper but his words were alarming enough

“You all need to recall the rules we stand by. What if jisung had gone down? Would you throw the same lame excuses even then? Won’t you be sorry if he or chenle or sungchan had seen a human being cut open like that? you and ten are both equ-

“we are ready to apologise to her okay. I’m not running from responsibility here. Nobody i-”

“Accepting a mistake is not even the bare minimum. We don't need your hollow apology if you don’t mean it. just because she’s understanding doesn’t mean the blood would leave her head. There’s a reason those rooms are forbidden for some of us here.”

Jaehyun’s unexpected raspy chuckle earned multiple gasps from the room. Taeyong was about to reach him but taeil stopped him by a show of his palm.

Jaehyun pinched his nose before barking,

“when jisung and chenle are told not to enter forbidden areas, they actually do listen but your pretty sweet y/n never does that. she’s just reaping the fruit of her own reckless behaviour again. it’s not my mistake that she’s so damn nosy all the –

“WHAT IF IT WAS NARA AND NOT Y/N JUNG JAEHYUN? WOULD YOU HAVE SPILLED SAME BULLSHIT IF IT WAS HER?

Taeil knew he shouldn’t have said that. Jaehyun’s darkened eyes calmed Taeil instantly as he realised he too had crossed a line.

as he angrily took a step forward towards taeil, jaehyun was abruptly halted by johnny and taeyong as they kept the two men apart. The reason for the argument left Jaehyun's mind, the mere mention of nara was enough to blow his fuse. He was furious yet he didn’t resist the boys and let his sharp breathing convey his message to taeil.

“Stop it you both. Go back to your rooms everyone.” Johnny announced, hands still holding Jaehyun's arm and torso, almost hugging and shielding him from taeil. “let it go jae. Just calm down. Please.”

Everyone remained glued to their feet, too afraid to make any noise. Huffing loudly, Jaehyun pushed Johnny away. Jaw clenched, chest heaving in rage, he furthered himself and instead of going for taeil’s neck as everyone has thought, his hand reached for the vase and the very next moment, the beautiful curved glass met the ground, shattering into innumerable pieces, right where taeil stood.

“JAEHYUN”

Taeyong roared watching younger and the older staring each other down.

“never compare nara to her.never!” With a perilously low voice, jaehyun glowered at taeil. “measure them up on the same scale again and you won’t be alive to regret again!”

Jaehyun stormed out upstairs. Soon after, without saying or expressing anything, taeil left too, masking his emotions just like usual times.

“when are they going to talk this out. It’s been three years already.” Johnny mumbled more to himself but everyone heard him and each and every presence in the room understood him.

Sleep despised you. Even sleeping pills had turned their back on you. Sprawled on the bed, you prayed to some magical being to descend and help you but no matter how humbly you pleaded, there was no end to your misery.

"He was a drug supplier, one of the accomplice of importing life threatening drugs in korea. He had it coming when he refused to tell us about other handlers. What you need to know is we have done a favour by taking his life."

Taeyong's words were seeded into your head. Your fear was fine, he had told you. He also said you’d forget about it in no time but he couldn’t mark when the “no time” would end. The vision of what you witnessed was quite blurry by now but the awful feeling in the pit of your stomach chose not to leave you yet. From what taeyong explained, that man was a mere pawn. A hidden syndicate was exporting deleterious drugs and they were just trying to find out the people behind it.

The only thing you had gathered was that just like every normal entity, criminals like neos weren’t fond of any sort of competition. With a pack of sleeping pills given by xiaojun, meant to help you sleep through the night, you were dropped at your house by dear Mark who kept stuttering explanations while driving. They have never killed anyone innocent, Mark said and kept it repeating in different possible ways a sentence could be transformed into.

You weren’t sure if you believed him yet. But even the mere thought of getting used to the brutality was horrendous than what you had seen once.

Two days later, at black neos. 9: 50

“when do you want us to sue them y/n?” mr. jung questioned, rotating his walking stick by the wooden head.

Sitting on the sofa, just beside him, you wondered why you were always so conscious of all the eyes directed at you. or maybe you were distracting yourself from answering the man. Among all the things, his way of showing his care was not settling in.

one amusing revelation was that Jaehyun's father, mr. jung or senior jung, as hyuck called them, was the only person with the capacity of putting a noose around all the valiant necks that were ever present in the house. The wrinkles of old age held enough authority to shut each and every young mouth, including yours even though you kept your quiet.

And he adored everyone, johnny, yuta and haechan among his favourites of course. He was also persistent and you were struggling with coming up with an answer because of this very trait. He kept asking you and your eyes remained transfixed on the papers bunched up in your hands, that were shoved into your hands upon your arrival. They opened the chapters you always had doubt about but no corroboration.

You had no home, the reason you were sent into that orphanage in the first place. The little kid that witnessed her parent’s death in front of her eyes didn’t understand why her parents took so long to wake up or why they never did when she waited for so long hiding among strangers or despite having a home, why she was sent to a place where she knew no one. There was no answer to why you never saw your uncle and aunt again and why they never came to take you back. As you grew up, you gave up on them. the car crash had crushed every relation you had with the home you once dearly loved and now you were conflicted with the new information that was thrown your way. your uncle and aunt were under illegal possession of the house that allegedly belonged to your father and after his demise, to you. but what would you gain by going back? Bricks and cement could never compensate or alleviate the pain that you had learned to live with. Even with law on your side, tormenting them would be of no benefit to you. So you said what you had decided years ago.

“I-I don’t want to sue them.” you replied meekly, eyes still fixated on the thread holding the legal papers together.

A sound of disapproval caught your ears as mr. jung spoke against your decision,

“no y/n. Those leeches abandoned you to rot in an orphanage and are living comfortably with insurances and the house that belongs to you. all that money could have been used for your future. You don’t need to be afraid of them. kun would provide you the finest lawyers and within two hearings, they would be in jail for committing fraud and trespass. And as a lawyer yourself, you should know better than to let them go off like this.”

Everybody heard but no one spoke.

“no.” you raised your head to face him and swallowed hard before continuing, “I do not want to meet them”

“don’t you want to go back there? that’s your home.” Somewhere from your left, Johnny spoke.

“never.” You refused immediately. “the people who live there were never my family. They never wanted me a part of their family. I’m clearly not their blood. The people who adopted me are not alive anymore. Those who loved me left me years ago. For a ridiculous sum of money, they didn’t even say their goodbyes to me. I was left there thinking that maybe one day someone would come. But money wins over love. It always does. And i don’t give a shit about them. I have learned to live on my own. I never needed their love. And I certainly don’t want more of their hatred.”

Inhaling sharply, you spat your speech in a single breath. Your words weren’t emotionless still you didn’t feel them like others did.

“I think we should bury this matter.” this time your voice was polite.

They nodded.

Mr. jung, however, wasn’t done.

“Okay so no one would mention this but keep these papers with you. you never know when this might come handy. After all, you are the sole owner of those properties your father left. Now you see, we grease the palms of officers so we can escape the shit we create for ourselves but people like your family are worse than the devil hi-

Multiple coughs halted his train of words. His breather was immediately fished out of his pocket and handed over to him. once he regained his senses, he begin again,

“never mind. Family must be protected y/n and those who fail to do so slaps the most precious value away from them. it’s not necessary that you should cherish something when it’s really out of your reach. at least i can die peacefully knowing that you all would settle down finally. If yuta can leave his chaser personality to find love, there’s hope for everyone here and speaking of yuta, when he’s arriving?”

“in two hours”

Your eyes widened and a hiccup escaped your throat. You voiced out a hum of surprise, gathering everyone’s attention.

“You weren’t told?”

You football sized eyeballs told mr. jung that you certainly weren’t aware.

“I guess I just spoiled a surprise then. Forgive me, I'm old and I am also hungry. Show some courtesy to your guests and feed me and y/n.”

Hyuck jabbed at him before they all got up to run for their seats in the dining room. “You are old. Why do you even need to eat anymore. Go to himalayas, eat snow and acquire some peace. That’s what old people should do!”

Everyone seemed too occupied with their bickering to pay you any mind so you dragged a reluctant taeil to his room, demanding answers for the latest drama they had launched in your name.

"I'm so sorry about that. The day after reception at the office, uncle suddenly asked about your family and that got me curious too so I ended up searching in deep and that led me to this whole discovery. I swear i never meant to breach your privacy y/n." Taeil pleaded in a low whisper as he locked the knob.

"Why would he do that though?"

"He's just too sensitive when it comes to families. He even told me to find your real parents but I got no luck there because you were adopted from an open adoption center from a different country. I found no information on them but I'm sorry about that." His ramble was again reduced to a murmur..

Playing with your fingers, you signed heavily before replying,

"Thank you for your effort but you should have asked me first.”

"Did you perhaps know anything about their schemes?"

"Right since I learnt about the adoption laws. I couldn't have been adopted without a security registered under my name. Maybe that property was the house where they are living right now"

"I'm sor-

"When were you going to tell me about that little whiny bitch? He's coming back in a few hours? I have to live with him again? " Scrunching up your nose in disgust, you bellowed.

"Yeah. He and taeyong had a long love chat yesterday. He was indeed being dramatic so i wonder what happened between them that he agreed. But he's coming back yeah. It was inevitable anyway. I don't know how you want to approach this but I'd say don't choose conflict. Eventually you have to live together so why try to break each other's necks. I've said this before and I'd say it again he-

"He's not that bad? I don't understand how easily you forget that I'm in this predicament because of that man. How can you expect me to make peace with that fucking piece of shit who had his gun pointed to my head since very first day?"

"Are we that insufferable?"

"Don't change the topic"

"I'm not changing it.You said predicament. We are also part of it right. Do you really hate us that much?"

Your eyes softened, reflecting his tone. No, they were just mildly bearable. And no, there wasn't any need to admit it either.

"Taeil, you sound like the voice of reason here. Taeyong seems fishy too but he's too unpredictable. He's like a chameleon. Others don't seem to have any power in your stupid hierarchy I've come to notice so it's you right? You are the one who told taeyong to marry me to that poopface and spare my life. It is definitely you.” staring him right in the eye, you pointed your forefinger at him.

"Please do me a favour and don’t use your brain too much y/n. I already have too much on my plate. I don’t need another one. If you don’t want our uncle to die due to a heart attack caused by your and yuta’s actions, stay shut. Now let’s eat before they gobble down everything.”

Our uncle! Yeah sure, you thought.

14:00

Standing alone in the kitchen, fidgeting with your hands, you tried your best to eavesdrop but nothing coherent met your ears. You indeed expected the army of men to have a party when their estranged soldier would arrive but the welcome outside sounded more like a hue and cry. The screaming indicated anything but happiness.

Your dilemma ended when you heard your name being called, the voice belonging to senior jung. You couldn't understand why he loved shouting when clearly his lungs couldn't take anything in higher volume.

Walking into the living room, you saw everyone seated in a very civilian manner but their conversation was difficult to hear amidst the babble.

“Come sit” Mark, who had gone to fetch yuta from the airport, spoke.

As you took the seat next to taeil, your eyes fell on the raven haired man and met his own. If his blonde hair shrieked peril, the black softened all the darkness his previous hair projected. Mayhaps, it was the black rimmed glasses he wore. You didn’t even know he had eyesight issues. He looked different.

He might have looked non-barbaric for a few seconds but his intense eye roll with the twitched lips upon meeting your eyes caused you to scowl. That’s when you noticed the elbow crutch on his left arm leaning against his outstretched leg. Nothing seemed wrong. You sized up his both legs with a crease of confusion forming on your forehead. You might have been looking too hard for your unasked doubt was answered by none other than yuta himself.

“I’m fine. It’s just a scratch.”

You scrunch your nose at the politeness that dripped from his lips, the honeyed words clearly in contrast from the uneasiness he felt while uttering them. Though the words were directed at you, he never regarded you directly and you weren’t sure how one was supposed to act in such a pretentious setting.

“No, definitely not a scratch.” Mr. Jung interrupted your internal unrest, interpreting your silence to be worry for the boy. “His left thigh is bandaged so it needs a lot of care. You might need to take some days off given how much movement hurt him. and you! I know you don’t want to worry her but lying around won’t work. she can’t tend to you unless she knows where you need care.”

He mildly instructed him as you found yourself staring at yuta’s brown cargo pants which hid whatever injury was being mentioned. The said words were dodged by your ears even before they’d have entered. The problem laid with the response that was expected of you. you couldn’t have possibly replied to him your true intentions that included ducking every wifey duties you were supposed to fulfil but like everyone else and as taeil had explained, you didn’t want the blood of an old man on your hands so you just played along.

“yes.”

That was enough for playing, you decided. Your quietness, for the first time won't be subjected to judgement as the dejection was expected.

“I think you both should go home now. I have some business to sort out here.” he got up and walked past you, not before petting your hair lovingly. He also smacked yuta on his head and mumbled something on the lines of how he should have enjoyed his last overseas trip and whatnot.

Once he, taeil and taeyong were out of sight, chatter started again. hovering over yuta, they dropped questions like he was in some interview and you remained seated, waiting for their next request they were possibly going to annoy you with.

“did you like france?”

“what the fuck! you didn’t tell me about the hair colour. Now I want to change mine too!” that was ten.

“why are you wearing pants if your thighs hurt?”

“I’m sorry for laughing at you earlier.”

Right when you thought you were specialising in drowning the sounds, Johnny's voice caused you to jerk your head towards them. Not the voice, maybe the question he asked!

“dude! Where did you exactly fall from? The room is on the ground floor and your work didn’t even require you to switch places. How can you break your leg while monitoring the local cells?”

Only two sentences were needed for the laughter to escape the confines of your stomach and the realisation that you actually thought about a bullet or a knife being the reason of the harm only elevated the amusement you felt. understandably, you became the center of their attention.

“who the fuck are you laughing at?” yuta sneered.

“you.”

The twisted bitter smirk on yuta's face told you that he still needed some good time getting used to your unfiltered tendencies but by the suppressed snickers that chenle and hyuck let out, their voices recognisable to you by now, you were sure at least a few of them were enjoying your jabs as much as you did.

"Fuck off." He finally barked, breaking the harsh eye contact.

"Happily!" You remarked, raising yourself from the cushioned seat.

"Where are you going y/n?" Intersected jungwoo.

"Home. Tell mr.jung that college called. It's Saturday so I've to visit the library anyway."

"Wait I'll drop you both."

Glaring at Johnny, you wordlessly challenged him to repeat what he said.

"Yes. You and him are not leaving alone. Uncle is still here. God forbid if he decides to stay the night, we won't have answers for him." He rather whispered to you.

"That sounds like a problem for you. My pact was over as soon as I saw that face. And I can guarantee you the feelings are more than mutual from that side too." Rolling your eyes towards yuta, you said.

"No no no! You can't do that yet!" Johnny came closer and continued his whispering, "please y/n. I promise he'd behave. Uncle did so much for you, can you help us this one last time? And yuta was returning anyway. If not today, then four days later. Please? You'd do that for me right?"

Sometime while talking, his fingers had found your hand and you weren't sure if he was aware of it or not.

But you were. And that had caused a little temperature problem in your whole body as you felt warmness enveloping your whole being.

And it seemed like your ears had stopped working too.

"Y/n! Are you hearing me?"

"Are you fine?"

His hand on your cheek broke your trance and your eyes darted away to look at his eyes, finding the same worry in them. Why was he so genuine, you thought.

"Are you sick?"

He questioned again, to which you only stuttered.

"No. I'm fine john. What were you saying though?"

"I said yuta needs to go back home. Please. He can't stay here even if we don't want him to be alone."

Somehow, you found yourself mindlessly nodding at his words. A cheeky contagious smile appeared on Johnny's lips, your own slightly curving on both sides. He backed away after caressing your face, the action more noticeable to others than he probably had intended.

"Let's get you home baby boy." Johnny snickered at yuta earning a slap from him.

"Fuck off bitch. At least feed me something before I leave. I'm hungry!" He screeched, hitting Johnny's leg with the end of his stick.

"What about the jjajangmyun you had in the car? How can you still be hungry?” Mark chirped up innocently.

"Oh come on. Don't make excuses.I'll bring some food in the evening." Johnny offered when yuta was busy giving a stink eye to mark.

"I too need some compensatory food john.”

“What the fuck do you mean compensatory? You live in that house because of me! Don’t imply yourself as the owner of that place!” you rolled your eyes for the nth time at yuta’s words, dismissing his words with the action.

“Why dont you donate your eyeballs to someone like me who can actually make better use of them. Instead of rolling them to the back all the time, I shall happily play tennis with them.”

“If my habits annoy you that much then why are you going back to breathe the same air as me. I’d be more than happy if i don't have to see your cursed face daily!”

“Stop you both.” Johnny's back shielded your view as he spoke. “He’s still here! Renjun, go and run a checkup for him and tell me how bad his leg is in actuality or is he just crying like a baby.”

In defeat, you sat down again. Fifteen minutes passed and despite being sleepy, you tried your best to listen to donghyuck’s ramble of something that jeno did the other day. All you heard was how jungwoo and jeno had a fight over piggyback rides and after that every word was transformed into a chant of word sleep as it hit your ears. Though it was early afternoon, the whole week had been nothing but tiring.

Once again your relaxation time was robbed off by none other than yuta. Maybe this was the end of your peaceful days.

Hopping off, you hurriedly whisked away before Johnny and Jungwoo could say anything to you. Two men were enough for towing the baggage.

As you stripped yourself off your jeans, an exhausted cackle left your lips when Johnny's words echoed in your head. During the car journey, he gave you some instructions in case of some emergency. That emergency being yuta! Not that you were going to put up with any of yuta’s demands, you listened to them anyway. Amusingly, yuta wasn't injured due to falling from stairs. He was getting drunk on the roof of a random building when he had launched himself into a sharp edge of a railing that gave him stitches all over his left thigh. Now he was as good as an exhausted car freshener.

As they settled him down, you didn’t bother going out even for a second. Choosing sleep over your much needed trip to the library, you tucked yourself into white sheets as the light breaths from air con lulled you to sleep.

17:00

Sitting in the library, your fountain pen ran along the plain pages like you were writing a well known story and not your thesis. The words were flowing like water and you felt no difficulty as you finished pages with the speed of light. Everything was going smoothly. You felt happy. And suddenly your hand stopped moving. It was glued to a single point, the nib leaking out on that spot. Next moment, your thoughts were muddled and a distant shuffling distracted you. The more you tried to move your wrist, the more forceful the noise became. Your breathing got heavier and your body jammed, the whole weight punching onto the weak muscles of the hand.

Your attempts never stopped but the noise did and it transformed into loud thumping coming right from your heart.

You tried to inhale but something stopped you.

Then you heard the calls of your name.

Rapid and loud.

Your body jerked forward and your breath finally returned as your eyes opened.

You had woken up from a dream. You were still in your room and the loud thumping was the loud banging on your door.

“y/n! Are you sleeping?”

Registering his words, you replied in a groggy voice.

“What the fuck do you want?”

“Your phone. I left mine in the medical room. I need to call Mark right now.”

Whining loudly, you fell back on the bed. It was only due but flailing your arms and legs like a kid in a toy store, you let out a screech full of annoyance, cursing on your fate.

Were you really going to babysit him now?

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