#i was only gonna have one bite of a brownie as well

[hanjisick]

— COOKIES

order #6 of the coffee shop series: a cookie

ingredients. y/n x barista!felix. he’s never had a gf before. hopeless pining on felix’s end. mostly fluff with some angst. also the boys keep trying to play shitty wingmen again.

allergies. making out and felix being awkward

size. 3.2k

special add ons. felix is a sociable, confident, kind barista at yellow wood café. but once you show up on one rainy day, you turn him into a mess.

you hadn’t prepared for the rain to come so quickly.

the forecast had said that it would only pick up in the afternoon, and you figured that you would be home by then. so of course, you had left your umbrella at home.

you decided to run into the nearest building, hoping to stay there until the rain had died down a little.

it was a coffee shop, one that you hadn’t been to before. you had no clue how you didn’t know the place existed. it seemed like just your type of hang-out spot.

the difference between the café and outside was stark. looking through the windows, it was gloomy and intense, while inside, the atmosphere was warm and cozy. the smell of coffee brewing and people chatting filled your senses.

“can i help you?” you had been staring off for a minute now, your entire body drenched in rain.

“sorry,” you apologized, “i was just looking for somewhere to be until the rain stopped.”

“you’re alright! could i get anything for you while you wait?”

your eyes stared the barista up and down. he was around your age— and was the epitome of sunshine. his features were gentle and strikingly beautiful.

his name tag read “felix.”

then, you drifted towards the menu on the counter, written in chalk, slightly smudged.

“are the cookies any good?” you questioned, staring at the cute plastic containers full of baked goods, specifically the heart-shaped chocolate chip cookies.

“well, i baked them myself, so they better be good.” felix’s shy smile told you that he was proud of his baking.

“i’ll buy one and see for myself.”

usually, the freckled barista wasn’t nervous at comments like these, but your gentle eyes made his heart flip in ways that he didn’t quite understand. “will that be all?”

“for now.”

he rang you up, handing you the cookies straight out of the container.

without waiting to sit down, you bit into the cookie.

two of felix’s fingers met his neck, checking his pulse quickly— a nervous habit of his.

but his nerves turned into excitement as your eyes lit up.

“i’ll take two more cookies and a mocha, please!”

felix couldn’t help but smile widely, “our muffins are really good too. we have blueberry and chocolate chip right now, but i’m working on a recipe for a cappuccino muffin.”

you cut his ramble short, “i’ll try both. and a brownie.”

“got a sweet tooth?” he rolled up the sleeves of his baby blue cardigan to begin making your mocha, “i don’t want you to get any cavities.”

“i’ll have just one bite of each and bring it home with me,” you reasoned, taking a stool at the bar, “i have nothing better to do, anyway. the rain says it’ll last for another hour.”

“so you’re gonna spend that hour taste-testing the treats?”

“i’ve never been here before, i better start working on my regular order.”

“will you be a new regular?”

“if the mocha is good. otherwise i think i’ll just go back out into the rain, i’m already drenched anyway.”

there you go again. causing felix to worry about how good his barista skills were in a way that nobody does.

he couldn’t help but drizzle a chocolate heart on top before handing it to you.

immediately felix jumped back. “your hands are freezing!”

“that’s what happens when you’re in the rain.”

you couldn’t help but chuckle at felix’s concern. it wasn’t bad at all.

“i think this goes against every rule we have here,” felix shrugged off his cardigan, throwing it across the counter.

immediately your quiet laugh died down, your stomach twisting with butterflies. mostly at how kind the freckled boy was, but you couldn’t ignore the way that the white shirt under it clung to him tighter.

“thank you.” you wrapped yourself in the cardigan, breathing in a faint scent of a fruity perfume, almost masked by the overwhelming smell of coffee.

“felix,” chan, his boss, nudged him with a grin, “did you just do what i think you did?”

if it were any other barista, they would’ve been scolded. but felix had taken up a large spot in chan’s heart, one that meant that he refused to rebuke the boy.

“she was cold! right, y/n?” he defended, “she just came in from the rain outside.”

“so you’re just gonna give every customer your clothes if they’re cold?”

you could see a faint red tint forming on felix’s ears, “well no! but she’s new, i wanted to give her a warm welcome.”

there was a familiar look in chan’s eyes, one that felix could spot from miles away. one of knowing.

“alright then. i’m glad you were able to earn us a new customer. even if it meant giving up your clothes.”

“do you have any paper?” you interrupted with a mouthful of muffin, “and maybe a pen too?”

felix was thankful that you saved him from chan. “yeah! i’ll get it for you. hold on.”

thirty minutes later, once a spot of sunlight through the clouds had appeared, you were gone.

felix glanced over at your spot, sadness pulling on his heart, full of what if’s.

what if you didn’t come back? what if that was the last time he would see you?

he noticed the piece of paper left behind.

the title read, “felix’s bakery ranking.”

first place was the cookies. second was the brownies. then the chocolate chip muffin, then the blueberry.

“she must love chocolate,” felix jumped at jeongin’s voice from behind him, “she also got a mocha, right?”

“how do you know? you weren’t even here.”

“chan was telling the group chat.”

“he was doing what?” felix reached for the phone in his back pocket to confirm his words.

“talking about how you were mesmerized by that girl.”

“was not!”

“you totally were,” chan patted his back, “i’ve never seen you smile that wide.”

“says a lot for how much he smiles.”

felix groaned as jeongin flipped over the scrap paper.

“see you at 3 tomorrow,” he read out, looking up at felix whose eyes widened, turning to chan.

“i don’t work tomorrow! can i work tomorrow?”

“so it isn’t just you being kind?”

“i need to get my cardigan back.”

“you’re a terrible liar. just admit that you want to see her again.”

“just schedule me to work tomorrow!”

the next day, felix was walking on clouds.

the boy normally walked with a pep in his step, serving customers with a comfortable kindness that nobody else could replicate, but today there was an extra hint of sweetness to everything that he did. even some of the most unobservant customers had pointed it out.

but each of the boys knew exactly why he was acting the way that he was, thanks to the messages that chan had sent.

as the vintage clock on the wall inched closer and closer to 3, felix became more dazed, clumsy even.

“are you sure that he should be working right now?” minho shot chan a questioning look.

“just let him get it out of his system.”

“but we’re cleaning up his spill messes all for a girl that he had one conversation with. he’s hopeless.”

“i don’t even think he’s had a girlfriend before.”

“really?” minho’s eyebrows raised, “with how all of the girls stick to him like glue?”

“i don’t think he knows how much of a heartthrob he is.”

chan glanced towards felix, who was busy chatting with two girls who had stopped by just a few minutes ago, “he’s clueless sometimes.”

the bell on the door rang as you stepped in, blue sweater in hand, eyes darting across the room to find the blonde boy who immediately abandoned his conversation.

“i came to return this,” you slid it across the counter, just as felix had done the previous day, “and get a cookie as well.”

“just the cookie?”

“and a mocha.”

“your total will be—“

“just give it to her for free,” chan whispered from behind, trying to help the frantic boy.

“it’ll be free today,” felix stumbled on his words, “and maybe i could heat the cookies for you too? they’re better warm.”

“that would be great,” you took a seat at the same spot as before, “your customer service is top tier. free service and a cardigan on a rainy day?”

“we try.” felix couldn’t wipe the smile off of his face, or take his eyes off of you.

even when you weren’t paying attention to him, typing on your laptop and munching on a cookie, he would stare at you, just barely hiding behind the espresso machine.

“why don’t you ask for her number?”

felix jumped as yet another barista appeared from behind him— something that had been happening too much recently. or perhaps he was just less focused on his surroundings.

“i can’t do that. what if she rejects me?”

“she would’ve let you down by now, do you know how obvious you’re making it?” hyunjin tried to reason with him.

“i guess that’s true, but i’m nervous. she’s really pretty.”

“so? you’re pretty too.”

felix gave the compliment a light laugh, “but she’s intimidatingly pretty.”

he kept an eye on the way your eyebrows furrowed in concentration, your finger tapping to the rhythm of the café’s record player on the table.

“you’re such a hopeless romantic. just get her number. she’s gonna leave again and you’re gonna be upset that you didn’t.”

“maybe.”

with those words in mind, felix shyly approached you, hands fumbling with the hem of his shirt.

“hey,” he started, almost chickening out just from your eye contact.

his fingers went to his throat, checking his pulse, “do you think i could get your number?”

when you stared at him in silent shock for a moment, he continued, “not as, like, a weird thing! i just want to be your friend.”

he could see hyunjin out of the corner of his eye, ready to pull out his hair in frustration.

your smile faltered, but you still took the phone from his hand, saving your name as y/n.

“text me later.” there was a hint of sadness in your voice that felix didn’t fail to pick up on, but he didn’t dare to comment on it.

he ran off into the back room, ready to scream over the most embarrassing, disappointing moment in his entire life.

hyunjin followed close behind, “felix! what the hell?”

“i got nervous!”

“so you decided to friend-zone her?”

“she could’ve friend zoned me first!”

“she obviously wasn’t going to!”

“but if she did then i think i’d die!”

hyunjin was close to slamming his head against the nearest wall. “i’m gonna die right now if you don’t walk back out there and tell her that you’ve spent the whole day thinking about how pretty she is!”

“she’ll think i’m weird!”

“then i’ll do it!” felix tried to hold him back but failed as hyunjin opened the door, only to be met with an empty spot where you used to be.

felix let go, his shoulders dropping.

“where is she?”

“i guess she left,” hyunjin turned to see his devastated friend.

“did i fuck up that badly?”

hyunjin bit his lip, trying not to make it worse for him than it already was. but the truth was that, yeah, he did.

“maybe she’ll be back.”

felix texted you that night while he sat in bed, deciding on, “hi it’s felix! :)”

he kept his cardigan next to him.

perhaps it was a little creepy, but he decided to sniff it. it smelled different than usual. perhaps that’s what you smelled like.

perhaps he would never even get to know what you smelled like.

tears brimmed his eyes as he shut off his phone, staring up at the fan on his ceiling, letting the noise drown out the eerie silence.

felix wanted to slap himself for being such an idiot. he had no problem talking to people, he was the most extroverted extrovert that an extrovert could get. but he couldn’t help but question everything he did in front of you, even if he had just met you.

you didn’t respond.

when felix showed up to work the next day, it was like the sunshine was hidden behind a rainy cloud.

he knew that it shouldn’t have affected him as much as it did. he knew that checking to see if he got a text every minute wasn’t normal, or whip his head toward the door every time a customer came in.

so felix spent another night in his bed, phone in hand, staring at the text that he sent.

would it just be easier to forget about you? it’s not like he had anything going with you anyway.

it was only when he set it down for the night and closed his eyes that it began to ring, and he sprang right back up, eyes widening as he stared at the caller ID.

it was minho.

“hello?” felix answered, voice filled with sleep.

“you were upset at work today,” he stated, “is it because of that girl?”

“you could see it?”

“everyone could. like we always do.”

“i’m just gonna try to forget about it.”

“don’t.”

“what do you mean?”

“you have her number, right? come clean, text her that you were nervous. ask to meet up.”

“like a date?”

“exactly. ask her on a date.”

felix chewed on his lip, anxiety clouding his judgment once again. would he have the courage to even do that?

“chan said that you’re not allowed to work until you sort out your sadness. and nobody wants to cover your shifts, man.”

when minho hung up the phone, felix laid back against his pillows, letting out a breath of air that he didn’t know he was holding. then he checked his pulse.

opening your texts, he began typing. ‘i lied. it was something weird. you’re really pretty. you can block me if you want.’

he deleted the message.

‘actually,’

no.

‘i meant to ask for your number in a not-friend-way,’

no.

‘sorry for the other day. i was anxious and said the wrong thing, but i really wanted your number because i think you’re gorgeous. do you want to go out sometime?’

he sent the message and resisted the urge to chuck his phone across the room. instead, he threw it back down onto the bed, grabbing the nearest pillow and squeezing it as hard as he could.

minutes later, felix heard his phone buzz. he scrambled to pick it up.

‘that’s ok. i was a little disappointed, you’re rly cute :)’

it buzzed again.

‘wanna come over tomorrow and watch a movie or something?’

his fingers shook, trying to type back, ‘sounds great! does 5 work?’

you reacted to his text with a thumbs up, and then he was back to squeezing the pillow.

felix didn’t work the next day. instead, he spent the day showering, squealing, spam-texting friends, and preparing for his first-ever date.

when you opened the doorbell, you were met with quite possibly the cutest sight in the entire world.

there felix was, holding a box of freshly-baked chocolate chip cookies in his shaky hands. “i baked these for you, kind of as an apology, kind of because i wanted to impress you. and i know you like the cookies.”

you giggled at his honesty, letting him inside as you took the box, “thank you felix, you’re such a sweetheart.”

he checked his pulse.

“sorry for the mess. i tried to clean a little, but i don’t have people over often.”

“it’s okay,” he was quick to reassure you, “my house doesn’t look all that clean either. kind of comes with being a human.”

you laughed, taking a seat on the couch. he followed your actions.

“so, about the whole number thing,” he toyed with the rip on his black jeans.

“i thought you were really really beautiful.”

suddenly, he was way too aware of how close you were to him. but he wouldn’t let himself get nervous again.

“one of my coworkers was telling me to ask for your number and i was nervous and thought that you wouldn’t like me like that.”

felix sighed, “so i ended up saying the wrong thing and giving you the wrong idea.”

when he looked back up, you were smiling, holding in laughter. “that’s honestly adorable.”

“really?”

“i got sad, i thought you were just that kind to everyone and that i was developing some crazy ego thinking that a boy as attractive as you would like me.”

“you think i’m attractive?” his ears were on fire by now, completely stiff as you leaned in to look him in the eyes.

“i don’t understand how you don’t know how attractive you are.”

“what do you mean?”

“do i have to spell it out for you?”

“probably.”

“i think you’re gorgeous.”

“i also think the same about you. you looked so cute eating all happily, and when you smile, it makes me want to kiss you.” he chewed his lip, trying to not regret his bold words.

something tense was in the air, something that made felix’s heart pound a thousand times faster.

“then do it.”

felix froze. was he supposed to tell you that he had never kissed a girl before, much less sat this close to one?

“well, are you going to? or are you getting shy again?”

“i’ve never kissed anyone.” he let his heart thud out of his chest at the confession.

your eyes visibly widened, “you? you haven’t had your first kiss?”

“or held hands with a girl. and i’ve never had a girlfriend.”

“that’s impossible.”

“i don’t know how to prove it.”

“your awkwardness does the job.”

you decided to make a move, “but i can show you how if you’d like.”

felix’s mouth went dry, unsure of what to do or say.

“it’ll come naturally. just let it happen,” you smiled reassuringly as he nodded.

climbing onto his open lap, your hands carded through his blonde hair.

you leaned in to meet his lips briefly, his eyes burning into your own.

it was a soft and gentle kiss, just like him. but his eyes were full of desire for more.

“can i have another?” his hands met your back, pulling you into him.

this time, the kiss lasted longer, so much longer that he began craving more of you, so he did what he saw in all the movies.

he slipped his tongue into your mouth, grinning against your lips in pride at his actions.

felix’s hands traveled to your waist as took your word, letting go of his anxieties and doing what came naturally.

and without even realizing it, he began to take the lead.

all of the feelings were overwhelming. the way that you tugged on his hair, how close your bodies were, the way your tongue felt against his own.

he never wanted to stop.

until his phone began ringing.

you pulled away and he let out a shaky breath, slowly opening his eyes to stare at your features up close.

“felix, your phone,” you reminded him.

he jolted out of the daze, reaching for it.

chan.

he was about to just cancel the call when he saw the spam texts, asking where he was.

with a heavy sigh, he answered with you still on his lap.

“did you make up with y/n?”

“be quiet! i’m with her right now!”

you let out a laugh.

“oh! tell her hi!”

felix hung up on his friend with a groan, turning the ringer off.

“can we go back to kissing again?”

“after he’s done blowing you up,” you pointed at the buzzing phone.

[cceanvvaves]

dress; m.sn

(moved to isanggayfrog) warning: swearing

"god, i'm so bored," you groan into sana's shoulder, holding your arm out a little to prevent your drink from spilling. the brunette only laughs at your misery, taking a sip from her own glass.

"you were the one who came."

you huff and roll your eyes. "you were the one who begged me to come."

"i did not beg!" she protests.

"oh, please," you raise an eyebrow, "with the endless 'please please please' and puppy eyes?"

"well..."

her retort dies down in her throat, having no argument. she simply scoffs. you smirk in triumph, leaning into the nearest table and downing your drink in one gulp. "your mom is so bad at parties," you start. "like, where is the music? where are the dancers and the hot people?"

sana laughs again. "you expect that in a business party? this thing's hosted so that i can greet old men and talk about business and shit."

"no wonder i'm bored."

"you're lucky you're not the ceo's daughter," sana complains. "you don't get the 'oh, you're the little minatozaki girl!' and the 'you've grown up to be a gorgeous young lady!'. you just have to stand there and look pretty for me."

"i'm gonna ignore that last part." you snicker at the irritated look on her face.

"ah, sana, am i right? minatozaki's little girl?" a balding man says, approaching the two of you. sana plasters on a fake smile and you avert your eyes, taking interest in the brownies.

they talk for a bit, you eventually losing your interest in seeing sana shifting uncomfortably. you excuse yourself and head to the snack table, helping yourself to majority of the desserts - after all, you came for the free food.

you'd just taken a bite out of a cupcake when a voice comes from behind you. you spin around and come face to face with a man - your age, maybe, or a little older.

he's fairly attractive, you can't deny, with an almost angelic smile. sadly, nothing can compare to a certain minatozaki girl's smile-

your thoughts are interrupted when he glances at your lips. "um, you've got something there-" he extends a hand and wipes off the frosting from the corner of your mouth.

eyes widening, you grab a tissue and wipe your mouth. "oh, thank you! i didn't notice."

"i'm taehyung," he continues. "i saw you from across the room and.. well, i really couldn't guess who had brought you. also, i wanted to introduce myself, so.."

"nice to meet you, taehyung." he seems nice and polite, so you decide to entertain him. "i'm y/n."

"that's.. a really pretty name."

you and taehyung stay together and talk, laughing when he tells you a story about his childhood and groaning when you tell him about an accident you'd had as a kid. you realize that he's actually fun to talk to, and a great listener, and you don't notice the time passing by until a hand slithers around your waist.

a surprised squeak leaves your lips as you glance at the newcomer, sighing in relief when you see that it's sana. "hi," you breathe out.

she has yet another fake smile on her face - but unlike those from earlier that night. it's a little stiff, a little... colder. "hi," she replies through gritted teeth. "i see you've made a new friend."

"oh, yeah!" you beam at taehyung. "sana, this is taehyung. taehyung, sana."

"oh, minatozaki sana? finally, nice to-"

"a pleasure to meet you, taehyung, but may i talk to y/n? alone?"

taehyung blinks, looking genuinely confused. he glances at you and then at sana, at you and back to sana again. "yes, sure, of course. you look really good in that dress, by the way, y/n."

you watch him walk away before turning to sana. "oh, come on, he was really sweet."

"i bet he thought you were really sweet, too," she grumbles, scowling.

"what, jealous?" you tease, but you can't tear your eyes away from the way her jaw tenses.

"no."

"okay, well, i'm gonna find tae-"

before your sentence even finishes she grabs you by the wrist. "stay."

you smirk and cross your arms, raising an eyebrow. "what, scared you'll be the the single one between us?"

"please don't joke about that."

"why not?"

sana sighs. "look, i don't really like him, but..."

"yes?"

"he's right about one thing." she carefully scans your figure. "you look good in that dress."

in a sudden burst of confidence you lean closer to her. "only bought this dress so you could take it off."

her 'tough' exterior crumbles and she's reduced to a confused puppy expression. "w-what?"

you pull her closer by her tie, close enough that your breaths ghost over each others' faces. "i want you. but i don't want you like a best friend."

you pull away and stare at her face for a reaction. "so? ditch this party with me?"

sana's face lights up in a grin.

[yelenasvestenthusiast]

i don't want you like a best friend; kate bishop

summary: there are other things more entertaining than business parties. warning: swearing , slight jealousy , fluff , suggestive if you squint

"god, i'm so bored," you groan into kate's shoulder, holding your arm out a little to prevent your drink from spilling. the black-haired girl only laughs at your misery, taking a sip from her own glass.

"you were the one who came."

you huff and roll your eyes. "you were the one who begged me to come."

"i did not beg!" she protests.

"oh, please," you raise an eyebrow, "with the endless 'please please please' and puppy eyes?"

"well..."

her retort dies down in her throat, having no argument. she simply scoffs. you smirk in triumph, leaning into the nearest table and downing your drink in one gulp. "your mom is so bad at parties," you start. "like, where is the music? where are the dancers and the hot people?"

kate laughs again. "you expect that in a business party? this thing's hosted so that i can greet old men and talk about business and shit."

"no wonder i'm bored."

"you're lucky you're not the ceo's daughter," kate complains. "you don't get the 'oh, you're the little bishop girl!' and the 'you've grown up to be a gorgeous young lady!'. you just have to stand there and look pretty for me."

"i'm gonna ignore that last part." you snicker at the irritated look on her face.

"ah, kate bishop, am i right? eleanor's little girl?" a balding man says, approaching the two of you. kate plasters on a fake smile and you avert your eyes, taking interest in the brownies.

they talk for a bit, you eventually losing your interest in seeing kate shifting uncomfortably. you excuse yourself and head to the snack table, helping yourself to majority of the desserts - after all, you came for the free food.

you'd just taken a bite out of a cupcake when a voice comes from behind you. you spin around and come face to face with a man - your age, maybe, or a little older.

he's fairly attractive, you can't deny, with an almost angelic smile. sadly, nothing can compare to a certain bishop girl's smile-

your thoughts are interrupted when he glances at your lips. "um, you've got something there-" he extends a hand and wipes off the frosting from the corner of your mouth.

eyes widening, you grab a tissue and wipe your mouth. "oh, thank you! i didn't notice."

"i'm dante," he continues. "i saw you from across the room and.. well, i really couldn't guess who had brought you. also, i wanted to introduce myself, so.."

"nice to meet you, dante." he seems nice and polite, so you decide to entertain him. "i'm y/n."

"that's.. a really pretty name."

you and dante stay together and talk, laughing when he tells you a story about his childhood and groaning when you tell him about an accident you'd had as a kid. you realize that he's actually fun to talk to, and a great listener, and you don't notice the time passing by until a hand slithers around your waist.

a surprised squeak leaves your lips as you glance at the newcomer, sighing in relief when you see that it's kate. "hi," you breathe out.

she has yet another fake smile on her face - but unlike those from earlier that night. it's a little stiff, a little... colder. "hi," she replies through gritted teeth. "i see you've made a new friend."

"oh, yeah!" you beam at dante. "kate, this is dante. dante, kate."

"oh, kate bishop? finally, nice to-"

"a pleasure to meet you, dante, but may i talk to y/n? alone?"

dante blinks, looking genuinely confused. he glances at you and then at kate, at you and back to kate again. "yes, sure, of course. you look really good in that dress, by the way, y/n."

you watch him walk away before turning to kate. "oh, come on, he was really sweet."

"i bet he thought you were really sweet, too," she grumbles, scowling.

"what, jealous?" you tease, but you can't tear your eyes away from the way her jaw tenses.

"no."

"okay, well, i'm gonna find dante-"

before your sentence even finishes she grabs you by the wrist. "stay."

you smirk and cross your arms, raising an eyebrow. "what, scared you'll be the the single one between us?"

"please don't joke about that."

"why not?"

kate sighs. "look, i don't really like him, but..."

"yes?"

"he's right about one thing." she carefully scans your figure. "you look good in that dress."

in a sudden burst of confidence you lean closer to her. "only bought this dress so you could take it off."

her 'tough' exterior crumbles and she's reduced to a confused puppy expression. "w-what?"

you pull her closer by her tie, close enough that your breaths ghost over each others' faces. "i want you. but i don't want you like a best friend."

you pull away and stare at her face for a reaction. "so? ditch this party with me?"

kate's face lights up in a grin.

[bluxb3rry]

❝𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐬!❞↳෴੭˚ ༘♡·˚₊˚ˑ༄ؘ 💙

Felix x male reader!

he/him pronouns! English is not my frist language!

More "has a lots of tattoos x doesn't have any tattoos" oneshot :D

── ⋅⋅⋅ ────꒰ ୨ ♡ ୧ ꒱───────

Felix Lee always liked to bake sweet things for his class, at frist he did it only for his friends, but then all the class liked his baking. So is just a normal thing at this point.

Right now is walking with a food container full with brownies, his class favorite thig from all his baking. While he was walking to his class he notices how there were more people looking at his class then normal, confused he got close to the one he knew the most.

-Jeongin?-the named looked at him

-oh, Hyung-

-"Oh"? what's going on?-he asked still confused

-um, theres a new guy in you'r class-

-so?-

-look-he grabed him and put him more close to the door, so he could look inside.

It was just a normal guy, just some tattoos and pirecings, he wasn't able to look well but some tattoos showed in the neck of the boy, also some i his hands and fingers, he seemed to have a snake bite type of piercing, and some others, and maybe some combinatios in his ears. But to be honest nothing else.

He looked at his friend

-still not know what are you talking about-

-It's y/n!-

-wHAT-

He looked at the boy again, nah no way, yeah knew that people may change but the last time that he saw this guys was when he was 10, being the best one in maths, and just an intelligent but introvert guy.

Who is this?

-Okay out of my class-the deep voice of a professor made everyone that wasnt from there leave, and the ones who where supossed to be inside ran to their seats.

Felix was in front of him, one seat at the left.

-well, now that everyone is more calm, i would like to introduce our new classmate, Y/N L/N-

He got up from his seat, giving a slight smile.

-nice to meet you all-

Felix just looked at him weird, he really changed and he wondered why they didn't talk anymore, did something else changed beside appearance?

-well with that done, lets start class-

Felix opened his notebook, ready to take note when a paper was thrown at him, suprised he opened it

"the principal want's you to show me the school Lix"

He looked behind him, meeting with the smile of y/n, looking in front again, sighing tired again.

Long day.

── ⋅⋅⋅ ────꒰ ୨ ♡ ୧ ꒱───────

After class, and some brownies sold, the boy with tattoos got in front of him.

-Hello Lix-he said looking down at him.

-Y/N...hi-he got up from his seat, looking at him, with a slight akward silence from the rest of the class-should we get going?

-yes captain-

Felix started walking, still with the food container of brownies since he knew some of his friends were gonna ask anyway, with Y/N following behind, and him explaining very short the different places.

-Did you forgot about me?-

-huh?-he looked at him-what are you talking about?-he asked

-Well...you don't say anything about the time i was gone, can't blame you though, i didn't ask neither-he said, walking now in front of him, to the vending machine

-oh well, i didn't knew where to start, um-Felix saw how the male put a coin a selected the bottle of milk-those tattoos...when?

-some of them two years ago, some one month ago-he opened the bottle-i just liked them, the same with the piercings

-you changed...-

-maybe, im still a fucking nerd to-y/n laughed a little, resting in the wall

-not an introvert to-Felix said, resting beside him

-mmh, what makes you say that?-he asked with a smirk

-the little mosquito bite in you'r neck-he smiled

Y/n looked at his neck with his phone, not seeing anything.

-mmmh, not an introvert huh?-

-haha, look mister Lee, i may have sex, but, that doesn't mean i like going out-y/n said laughing a little bit

-if you say so-he looked at his bottle of milk-hey want some brownies?

-it has drugs in it?-

-wha-No! jesus just normal brownies..Do you-?-Felix was about to ask

-nah, i just make jokes and yes i do want some brownies please-

Felix gave him some, seeing how he ate it and drank some milk later.

-mmh good combination, thanks-

Felix looked at nothing while a comfort silence filled the air

-well, we should get going mister rebel-Felix said watching the time

-mmmmh if you say so-he trow the bottle and finished his brownie

Y/n hugged him, resting his face between his neck and schould

-you must be kidding me...-Felix protested

Yet he hugged him to.

-i missed you-

-i missed you too Lix-

── ⋅⋅⋅ ────꒰ ୨ ♡ ୧ ꒱───────

[korral-craftin]

Hey Night at Museum fandom you still alive?

If so do any of you read reader fics?

Cause I’m thinking of dropping an insert reader crack taken seriously, shenanigan story. Not gonna have a lot of romance but definitely adventures of an average over anxious night guard absolutely BSing their way through securing a paycheck.

Here’s a sneak peak,

———————————-

You lowered your mug from of tea from your face and turned around. Watching as the neat craftsmanship historical miniatures suddenly move before your very eyes and functioning like a small town. Moving hauntingly in way that could only be described as…well nothing, nothing at all.

Clearly there was something wrong with the amount of sleep you were getting, maybe one to many all-nighters. To much studying and not enough self care. You know what, Cristy was right those brownies were not quite so cosmic brownies. That Thomas the sketchy, suspicious, homie, who lingered in the alleyway behind the J building probably was a drug dealer. That his brownies were laced with malicious intent, suspicious powder sugar and cosmic anomalies not joy. Because clearly this was all one fever dream, clearly you were smelling colors and seeing stars. Because clearly there was no way the itty bitty little cowboy in front of you just started walking towards you.

“Oh hey! You’re the newbie Gigantor told us bout” Glass shattered.

It was going to be a loooong night.

——————

“Larry, come get me I’m scared” you said screaming in absolute despair into the phone, from your spot underneath the desk. “The miniatures are scrambling everywhere, Theodore Rosevelvet is making out with Sacagawea, there a civil brawl in the bathroom and I swear I just a lion shredding up the trash cans. And now there’s a T. rex! A FREAKING REXSOURES MONSTROSITY!”

“Calm down just throw the bone to Rexy, you’ll be fine. I know you’re scared right now, I was to my first time too but everything will be fine. I’ll be there in five minutes if you’re really truly struggling. You don’t have anything to worry about anyways, she don’t bite.”

Rexy? the two ton bone bodied dinosaur above the desk, the fudge muffin about to diy some ripped jeans onto your uniform, HAH, “Yes it do!”

——————-

“Sooo? I know what happened last night was a little odd. But I’ve read the manual properly now, yaknow terms, conditions, and everything. I’m pretty sure I can figure this out now.”

“Ahkmenrah said you hid in the bathroom stall, crying and listening to David Bowie for the rest of the shift.”

“Listen buddy, between you me. You know damn well you would be in tears, if you had to fight off a pack of wild animals simply to be get that of minimum wage.”

“I was not in fact in tears.”

“Well fuck you Larry.”

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒊𝒕! 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 3: 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒙

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 551

𝙖/𝙣: this is probably the best one so far-

𝙩/𝙬: writer chooses to keep an element of surprise to the story! read at your own risk!

𝒍𝒆𝒆: felix

𝙡𝙚𝙧: han

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeongins-diary @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkedloveandlostpromises @lajanaa @a-wild-seungberry

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞? 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐛𝐬…🖤

Felix reluctantly replaced Seungmin’s spot, making grabby hands at the puppy to hold onto him. 

Seungmin immediately rested Lixie’s head on his chest, squeezing at his cheeks affectionately. 

Jisung practically ripped the lid off of his marker. He knew he was gonna get a show out of this, considering Lix’s feet are one of the most sensitive parts of his body.

Felix was worried. He knew the game was not going to favor him considering he was very sensitive on his feet and the fact that he wasn’t as fluent with the hangeul as everyone else. 

Jisung poked at the deep voiced member’s foot once, and Felix squawked loudly in surprise, earning cooes from all the others. 

Hannie started to write slowly on the boy’s foot, taking pity on Felix. Either way, Felix burst into loud giggles immediately, twisting in the puppy’s hold and trying his hardest to muffle his laughter. 

“Oh, it’s really sensitive for him!” Minho teased, right in front of the camera too! 

Felix whined loudly in embarrassment, squeezing his eyes shut and trying to block out the teasing cooes of all the other members. 

Hannie took pity on his poor sunshine twin, who was whimpering as the marker glided along the arch of his foot. 

“I dohohon’t knohohow!” Felix whined out, his foot twitching with agony as he muffled his screams with his fist. 

Seungmin grabbed his fists and pinned them to his chest, and Jisung decided at that moment to wipe down Felix’s foot. 

Lixie let out a loud, helpless scream of laughter, squeaking in between as Hannie smiled fondly at the boy. 

Felix tried his hardest to bite his lip, cover his mouth, or do anything to restrain himself in front of the camera, but when Jisung gave him a teasing smirk and began to scribble menacingly over his other foot, the younger broke down into loud, unrestrained laughter yet again. 

The tingling sensations shooting up his foot had Felix flinging himself around, and Hannie finally decided to let up with the cloth. 

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry. I’ll do it properly now.” Jisung apologized, slowly writing across Lixie’s foot again. 

Felix squealed and kicked out, and Hannie groaned. “He’s too ticklish for this game!”

“I’d like to see you try!” Felix bit back. Jisung gasped dramatically in response.  

“Well, you have to guess!” Hannie grabbed Felix’s foot again and held it down, writing on it with much struggle as the other thrashed and struggled so much he almost knocked the quokka off. 

“It’s-like r-riding a wild bull!” Jisung grunted, trying to keep his handwriting consistent as to give Lixie a fighting chance. 

But Felix didn’t seem to calm down, only wiggling and trembling more. 

“Okay, fine! I’ll write in English! But only once, you gotta guess it!” Jisung yelled, writing the word quickly in the mentioned language. 

Felix immediately yelled out. “Pizza?! Seriously, that’s the only one you know in English?!” 

“Thank god! You guessed it!” Hannie yelled out in relief, slumping and wiping the sweat off of his forehead. 

Felix rolled his eyes and jumped onto the older, prompting loud shrieks from the boy as the brownie boy dug deep into the older’s ribs. 

After more bouts of loud laughter, the two cut it out in terms of playing the game. 

Next Turn: Jisung

[writebackatya]

Pepper seems like the kind of F.O.W.L. employee that would have made brownies for everyone the first time she sat down in their inner circle

Bradford: Well everyone, on the behest of Phantom Blot, Pepper will now be joining us in our inner circle

[scatter confused claps, except for from Phantom Blot who is applauding for his best friend]

Pepper: Aw, thank you Mr. Buzzard, sir. Now I know to the rest of you I might just be Egghead No. 277, but I assure you I am the best Egghead F.O.W.L. has got! Of course that’s just my opinion so take that with a grain of salt…

Rockerduck: {coughs}

Pepper: {laughs} Get it!? Grain of salt? Cause my name is Pepper?! {sighs happily before pulling out a tray of brownies} Anyway, I baked us all brownies for my first day here!

Gandra & Steelbeak: Sweet!

Bradford: What? No! Pepper this is not the break room! We conduct business in this room!

Black Heron: As well as our other evil plans.

Bradford: For the last time! We are not evil! Our goal is to have complete control over the world and eliminate Scrooge McDuck and his chil—, Agent Dee! What are you doing?

Gandra: {grabbing a brownie Pepper has cut up for her} I didn’t eat breakfast this morning.

Bradford: Put that back, now!

Gandra: {makes eye contact with Bradford as she slowly takes a bite of the brownie} Mmm. These are great Pepper, are there walnuts in here?

Pepper: Ahh! {winks} Looks like someone has an advanced palate!

Gandra: Thanks I upgraded my tongue myself.

Steelbeak: Well if Gandra gets a brownie I sure as hell am getting a brownie!

Bradford: I don’t care if Agent Dee took a brownie, that doesn’t mean you’re allowed to take one.

Gandra: Yeah Steelbeak, if I took the SATs would you do the same?

Steelbeak: Are you calling me “stupid”?!

Gandra: Today? No. Today I’m gonna call you dumbass, dumbass.

Steelbeak: {slams his fist on the table} Take that back, now!

Gandra: No.

Steelbeak: That’s it, I’m taking a brownie!

Bradford: Agent Dee, stop being an instigator. And Steelbeak don’t you da-

Steelbeak: {chomps down several brownies} Mmm, okay these are pretty great. Is there dark chocolate in here?

Pepper: And that’s a point for Steelbeak!

Black Heron: Did you say, dark chocolate? Okay I am definitely having one now

Bradford: Heron, no! You’ll only encourage-

Rockerduck: I’ll take two. I just realized I forgot to feed Jeeves this morning

Pepper: Sure thing! You sure you don’t want one, Mr. Buzzard?

Bradford: No. I’m fine.

Phantom Blot: {slams his fist onto the table} Just eat the DAMN brownie, Buzzard!

Bradford: …Fine.

Pepper: {cuts up brownies for everyone} Oh I just KNOW I’m gonna LOVE working with everyone here!

[jamnotjam]

First impressions

K.S.M x F!reader

After moving into a college apartment with 2 men, you learn one of your new roommates is a little bit more down to earth then you thought.

Rating: smut

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: exhibitionism, perv!seungmin and lowkey reader too, mutual masturbation, college au, mention of porn, reader lowkey has a hand kink, fingering

Requested: no

Note: thank you guys for 50 followers! ❤️ I cant believe I'm growing so fast. Also my name should just be "jams-voyeurism and exhibitionism-bakery" cause that's all I write about atp

“and this can be your bunk,”

Felix says as he sits your bag on the top bunk in the shared room

“you can have this desk, decorate it however you want!"

Felix pats your back reassuringly while gesturing to a desk next to an identical one, just with less stuff on it.

It was your first semester, it was your first time sharing an apartment with anyone, let alone two men, Felix is pretty nice though, so maybe the other one is too

“Seungmin is on the bottom bunk, but he won't bother you”

Felix ruffles your hair before starting to walk out

“when will seungmin come home?”

You blurt out as If ts the last time you'll talk to him

“well, he's in class, and he usually studies at the library until it closes, so you'll probably be asleep by the time he gets home”

you nod and sit your bookbag on the chair

“but don't worry, you can meet him tomorrow”

Felix reassures, flashing you a sweet smile with crescent moon eyes as he leaves the room.

sure enough, he was right, the whole day passes, you spending time decorating your room and conversing with Felix, and no sign of seungmin.

You start to wonder if there even is a seungmin, maybe seungmin is just Felix's imaginary friend and he actually doesn't exist.

you sigh as you hang another polaroid picture on the wall next to your bed and take a bite out of one of the brownies that Felix insisted on making for you.

you look down at the small electronic clock on seungmins desk,

"11:35 pm"

you sigh and rub your eyes,

'don't worry, you can meet him tomorrow'

Felix's words replay in your head, you don't know why you are so dead set on meeting seungmin, maybe its the fact that your new here and don't wanna make a bad impression, or maybe he's as cute as Felix and you're eager to see, that one sounds silly though.

you lay down and decide it's time for you to go to bed, maybe a good night's sleep will clear your mind.

you pull the blanket towards your face as you close your eyes, feeling yourself drift off to slumber.

after about 20 minutes, you hear the door open, assuming it's Felix, you keep your eyes closed and mind drifting off to a dream, that is until you hear an unfamiliar voice curse under his breath, you stiffen, is this seungmin?

you feel a soft hand gently shake your arm, you turn over, eyes focusing on the unfamiliar man, wide puppy-dog eyes are the first thing you see, though they're slightly blocked by large glasses, fluffy fringe that covers his eyebrows, a goofy smile topped with braces that you can only describe as adorable.

jesus, he's cute.

he giggles, looking away as you two make eye contact

"sorry to wake you, I just-"

He looks back at you

"I'm Kim seungmin"

"I'm y/n y/l/n"

he smiles and looks at the polaroids you hung on the wall

"Felix has already shown you around, right?"

you nod

"right"

he pats your arm lightly and nods

"good"

he takes his jacket off before getting his pajamas from the shared closet

"I'm gonna go get changed, goodnight"

you smile

"goodnight, seungmin"

you turn over in the bed and close your eyes, satisfied with your first meeting of seungmin.

5 minutes pass and you hear seungmin come in the room again,

"y/n, are you awake?"

he whispers, you stay still, hoping he was just trying to make sure he didn't wake you up for good and doesn't actually need anything from you, its too late and your too tired to even get out of bed.

you feel the bed gently shakes as he lays in the bottom bunk, you hear him sigh, you turn over in the bed again, facing the room, unable to go back to sleep as it was interrupted, you see seungmin reach over and pull a pair of earbuds off his desk.

after a few minutes of only the faint sound of the busy street outside your window, you hear a soft groan from the man under you, your eyes shoot open,

did I just hear what I think I did?

you think, praying seungmin just makes noises in his sleep, then you hear another, this time more high pitched, almost like a whine, you start to turn over to the edge of the bed, curiosity filling you, when you hear skin on skin, the sound of someone jerking off

seungmin jerking off

You want so bad to look. you squeeze your thighs shut, feeling yourself getting wetter by hearing his low whines, moans and the sound of him stroking his cock, you scream at yourself internally, just go to sleep, go to sleep, stop being a pervert, you repeat to yourself in your head, but if anyone a pervert in this situation its seungmin, he's the one jerking off in the room with someone he only met an hour ago.

you cover your mouth with your hand, trying to cover your shallow breaths and small whines as you rub your thighs together, you hear seungmin fisting hs cock faster

fuck it

you think, you lean over the side of the bed, looking own at the man below you, and its as beautiful as you thought.

eyes squeezed shut, mouth agap and a single strand of spit trailing out the side of his mouth, blush that spreads from his cheeks to his neck, fringe stuck to his forehead with sweat, shirt pulled up enough to show his defined, yet soft abs, and beautiful, long slender fingers wrapped around his cock, you cant help but think about what else those fingers can do.

he furrows his eyebrows and bucks his hips into his fist as long spurts of cum shoot onto his stomach, he whines quietly as he rides himself through his high, slowly stroking his cock.

he looks at his phone, deleting the tabs of porn he was watching but eventually forgot about as he got lost in pleasure, he wipes the cum on his fingers off with a box of tissues next to his bed and lays his head back on his pillow, eyes shut as he catches his breath, this is probably the time you should stop watching, you already feel bad enough for intruding on a private moment, but he just looks so pretty.

he opens his tired eyes, meeting yours as you stare down at him from the bottom bunk, you immediately roll over again, holding the blanket to your face, silently praying, hoping somehow he didn't see you, even though you know he did.

"y/n?"

he whispers, voice still as soft as before you clutch the blanket to your face please just sleep, please just sleep, you repeat in your head, not sure if you want you or seungmin to sleep at this point, you hear seungmin roll over, hopefully falling asleep.

The morning comes and your the first to get up, mainly because you didn't even sleep in the first place, you sit at the small dining table in the kitchen, eating a leftover brownie and reading a book.

felix comes out of his room, yawning, eyes barely open as he scratches the back of his head, he opens the fridge

"how did you sleep?"

he asks, voice raspy, he pulls a box of muffins out the fridge and sits them on the counter

"not the best"

he pouts

"why?"

"just, anxiety about being in a new place, yknow?"

he nods and picks up a muffin and banana.

he sits across from you

"did you see seungmin?"

you look up at felix, the guilt flooding back to you as you remember why you really didnt get any sleep, you nod

"y-yeah..i did"

Looking down as you feel your cheeks heat up. you hear a door open and close again, you don't look up, you already know who it is, you see seungmin out of the corner of your eye, he takes Felix's muffin out of his hand and sits down

"hey!"

Felix shouts playfully as he reaches for his stolen food, seungmin laughs, you look up from your book at him, he's even prettier in the sunlight coming through the windows.

It seems like seungmin has a routine, wake up, go to class, study at the library, come home, jerk off, fall asleep, act like nothing happened the next day, and you do too, listening to his pretty moans has become a nightly recurrence for you.

you felt bad about it first, but I started seeming like he wants you to, he's eventually stopped checking if your sleeping first.

Tonights like any other night, you make dinner with Felix and watch a movie together, he goes to sleep early since he has early classes tomorrow, and you start washing up, cleaning up the plates and bowls you and felix made messy with the home cooked meal.

you hear the front door open, along with seungmins voice

"hey, y/n!"

he closes the door and sits his keys on the coffee table, you look at him and smile

"hey, seungmin"

he sits at the table

"you made food but didn't save any for me?"

he says, sarcastic sadness in his voice, you snicker

"sorry, Minnie"

he laughs

"its okay, I ate earlier."

you finish the dishes and wipe your hands off on some paper towels, you sit across from seungmin.

"hey, I'm glad were alone, i wanted to talk to you about something"

he fiddles his thumbs, you watch his pretty fingers, not eve focusing on what he's saying

"yeah? what is it?"

"i know you listen"

your eyes widen and you look up at him

"huh?"

"you know what i mean, at night, when you think i think your asleep, i know your not asleep"

your face burns red

"seungmin..i-i-"

he snickers

"its okay...i kinda..look forward to it"

You stare at him, mouth agape

"what?"

"i like when you listen, honestly, i never masturbate often, but I've been doing it more since you moved in"

he looks down, face as red as yours

"i can stop, if you want-"

"n-no, i look forward to it too, your...moans are pretty"

he laughs lightly

"ill try not to hold them in then"

he stands up

"I'm gonna go get ready for bed,"

he leans towards you

"you can watch tonight, if you want"

his words shoot right down to your core, already feeling wet from just thinking about it, you get up and go to your room, changing into your night clothes as seungmin changes in the bathroom.

you sit up on your bed, nervously threading your fingers together as you wait for seungmin, he comes in after a few minutes, bulge already prominent in his loose pants, he smiles as he looks up at you, he gently rubs your arm

"do you...wanna sit on my bed with me?"

you nod

"sure"

he helps you down and sits on the bottom bunk, he sits at the top of the bed and you sit at the bottom, facing each other, he smiles softly

"are you sure you wanna do this?"

he asks, you nod

"yes, I'm sure"

he smiles and sits back, resting against the bedframe, he rubs his cock through his pants, keeping his eyes fixated on you, soft moans falling out his mouth.

you lick your lips and fixate on his hand, the way his fingers glide against his clothed cock.

he pulls his pants down to his thighs, enough to free his needy cock, you whine quietly at the sight of his it, causing him to chuckle, you watch as he spits on his hand, he wraps his slender digits around his cock, he sighs in relief and throws his head back.

You watch as his face contorts in pleasure, even with the torturous pace he's flicking his wrist at.

you bite your lip as you feel yourself getting wet, you rub your thighs together, trying to get rid of the ache between your legs.

"fuck, y/n"

seungmin grunts under his breath, he looks at you, his pace quickens, he lifts his shirt up

"d-do you wanna touch yourself too?"

"y-yes, fuck"

you say as you send your hand into your shorts, he smirks as he watches you rub your clit

"y/n,"

he breathes out as his eyes roll back,

"your dripping through your shorts, are you that turned on?"

he licks his lips as he looks at you, you look away

"don't be embarrassed, baby, I'm flattered"

you feel your stomach churn and your face heat up at the pet name, you slip two fingers into your cunt, thrusting them at the same pace of his strokes, moans spilling out your mouth as you try to focus on him.

his thighs and stomach tense as he cums on his stomach and hand. he pants and licks his lips as he comes down from his high, the only sounds in the room are your heavy breaths.

he looks at you, your hand stopped but still in your shorts, he chuckles

"do you want me to help you finish, baby?"

you nod vigorously, he smiles and sits up, crawling over to you, he wipes his hand on his short and hooks his fingers on the waistband of your shorts, he pulls them down slowly, eyes locked with yours.

he pulls your shorts to your calves along with your panties, he looks down at your cunt, licking his lips, he runs one finger up your slit, gathering your juices on his finger before pushing it into your hole, he thrusts his one finger in, watching your reaction

"m-more..please"

he smiles and inserts another finger, thrusting slow, but hard into your cunt, you lie your head against the wall as your eyes roll to the back of your head

"fuck, seungmin"

he smirks, speeding up

"feels good?"

you nod, he rubs your clit in circles with his thumb as he thrusts his fingers into you

"gonna cum?"

"a-almost there, seungmin, fuck"

you muffle your moans with the back of your hand as seungmin grips onto your thigh, he adds a third finger, drilling his slender digits that you've been fantasizing about into your needy cunt, kissing your g-spot with every thrust.

your orgasm rushes over you, you shake as you cum all over his fingers, he keeps his thrusts at a steady pace, riding you through your high.

He pulls his fingers out, watching as they glisten in the moonlight coming through the window.

he wipes his fingers and your thighs off with a few tissues

"thank you"

you mumble, he smiles

"no, thank you,"

he pats your head

"and by the way, you said my moans are pretty, well yours are even prettier"

You two giggles as he helps you get changed, you lay your head against his shoulder as you hear a knock at the door, very groggy felix speaks

"can you guys keep it down, please?”

Sorry if this isnt the hottest fic, im going through abit of a block rn

Feedback appreciated!

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[udekai]

MattFoggy 27?

27.) Things you said through a closed door

Matt hesitates before knocking. He's standing in the hallway with a grocery bag on his wrist and more under his eyes. He has a spare key in his pocket, but Foggy had left the office with a melodrama he didn't usually manage, and he doesn't want to assume that he's welcome at the moment.

For once, it's not his fault.

This case has been killing all of them, one by one. Karen excuses herself three times a day to get angry at everyone involved. It's a disgusting use of copyright law; Mrs. Clark lost her son in May, who was an illustrator. Before he passed, he made some beautiful drawings for his mother, but the contract he had signed meant they belonged to the company. They wanted to keep the prints in their vault for their own use.

Mrs. Clark was willing to pay. She shouldn't. She would, though, to keep some memories of her son. They wouldn't even let her have that.

Foggy had the floor today, and he stammered; he let the cold, dead eyes of the bailiff intimidate him, and he dropped the ball. It was a rough tumble from there, and they'd be lucky to settle.

He wasn't happy.

Matt isn't much good at this; He's never found the right things to say to make failure feel better, because nobody else has, either. He knocks anyway.

"Leave it in front of the door," Foggy groans.

Matt sighs.

"It's me."

There's a beat of silence.

"I'm fine, Matt."

When Matt lies about being fine, he tries to make it convincing. Foggy does no such thing. He says it in a way that implies he'll prove how fine he is by biting him. Matt is not well-known for his sense of self-preservation.

"I know," he replies. "Can I come in, anyway?"

A shuffle. A couple of footsteps. And then a little thud on the door as Foggy bonks his head against it.

"I don't want to be an asshole, Matt, but I really just want to... sit down. For a while. Y'know?"

"Alone?" he asks.

There is another beat of silence.

"You're not the only one gets brooding time, Murdock. I can brood. I can brood hard."

Matt's already smiling, but he feels it widen from something sad into amusement.

"I can tell. You're knocking me out of the park here."

"I... Can you do court without me? Tomorrow?"

This coming from the guy who wiped the floor with Matt in college debates.

"Maybe. I don't want to, though."

"I just don't know if I can look her in the eyes, man," Foggy says. He doesn't bother raising his voice to speak through the door. He knows Matt can hear him.

Matt drops his head into the wood right where he knows Foggy's is on the other side, and knows he can feel it. The jokes aren't working, and Foggy blames himself. Even these little hiccups of self-doubt make Matt feel like he needs to extol his every virtue in front of a crowd, assuming he could even list all of them before he ran out of breath and died.

"C'mon Fogs," he begs, frustrated. "It's one slip-up. How many times have you ever actually made a mistake in court?"

"This one's kind of a doozy, Matt," he bites back.

It was. Matt couldn't deny that. He switches strategies.

"We're partners, right?"

"Obviously. It says so on the sign," Foggy replies, more tired than annoyed.

"And partners let partners into their apartment to eat ice cream and figure out how to fix the case?"

There's a scoff of laughter. The door shakes a little with it.

"You seriously brought me ice cream?"

Matt grins. Every time he wins him over, he feels like the biggest hotshot on the planet.

"Yeah," he says. "With the little chemically-brownie bits in it. I'm standing in a puddle of thawed condensation, by the way."

The door wrenches open, and Matt has to jerk away from it before his body weight goes with it.

"Lead with that! Jesus, my landlord's gonna have my ass on the wall."

Foggy drags Matt in by the front of his shirt, and he lets himself be herded out of the hallway.

They spend the evening watching awful movies that still get aired on cable, eating ice cream, and pouring over case files in rotating shifts. Foggy's warmer with him than Matt can ever remember, and it feels easy.

They win the case by a landslide.

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Thank you for the prompt :D

[secretobsessionstuff]

🙊: So if I’m hearing you correctly, you need more Blair requests for balance… Yes? No? Yes. 😂

Blair and Dakota have been eating healthier and hitting the gym more to prep for their wedding. They’re committed but it totally sucks, so they decide to allow themselves one cheat day every other week. They pick up all their favorite snacks, junk food, desserts, etc, and usually spend the day pigging out, binging Netflix, and cuddling. Blair pigs out more than usual because Dakota surprises her with her favorite *insert food*. She packs herself to the absolute max, feeling sleepy and content even with her belly the fullest it’s ever been. Unfortunately, while Blair was busy filling her belly to the brim, her belly was busy coming down with the stomach flu she’d unknowingly caught earlier that week. NOTE: Her belly is bigger than it’s ever been, sickness bloat on top of the food, all of it loudly roaring and gurgling nonstop. It’s gonna be a long night…

Hello 🙊anon! Thank you so much for being patient since I know this request took a long time to be answered. I hope you and everybody who asked to see Blair next likes it. 💙

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Blair decided she wasn’t going to go overboard with this cheat day. Maybe one bowl of chips and a can of pop. That would be enough. She’d been feeling proud of her progress as the wedding day got closer and closer. She was excited about showing off her toned arms in her dress. The muscles in her shoulders and biceps encouraged her to keep this streak of good habits going. 

And honestly, she wasn’t in dire need of this cheat day. Sure, it was going to be nice to eat junk food with Dakota while they watched The Queen’s Gambit, but the Queen was still going to dominate the chess board whether Blair indulged in sweets or not. Their night of Netflix and cuddles was all she needed to feel satisfied. 

Usually, Blair would be vibrating with excitement as the cheat day got closer, but she’d been feeling sluggish and heavy throughout the week. Though her muscles were looking good, she wasn’t feeling 100%. Junk food would only weigh her down more. Yeah, it was decided; this would be a small night of indulgences.

And then that mindset when out the window as soon as Dakota unveiled what he’d been making her. She came home to the smell of cheese melting in the air. She too began to melt. All that stubborn refusal to indulge sloughed right off her toned shoulders when she saw the mac and cheese bubbling on the stove. Suddenly, her mouth watered, and her body craved something comforting and warm. After a tiring week, she realized that letting herself enjoy food might be exactly what needed. 

“Babe, you shouldn’t have,” she told Dakota as they prepared binge food for the binge watching. 

“Yes, I should have, and I did.” He kissed her cheek as he handed her a bowl of pure happiness. “I know this week hasn’t been the best at the gym. You’ve been pushing yourself so hard, and I can see it paying off. You deserve this break.” 

He was right. Blair needed this. Two weeks ago, she was smashing personal records, but she could feel herself slowing down. The last three days at the gym showed that she was getting tired. It was time for a break—a break filled with cheese, chocolate, and salty snacks.

So, they watched a young girl kick ass at chess while melting into the couch. Dakota began feeding Blair at one point because she was too tired to reach for another brownie. She licked the chocolate off his fingers and sighed. “I’m so full.” 

“Nah, I’ve seen you do more,” Dakota said. 

“Well, it fits with the theme of the week which is ‘I could have done more’. More reps, more time…” Blair trailed off as movement in her stomach made her place a hand over her abdomen. Despite Dakota’s insistence, she couldn’t eat anymore. Her belly was full with mac and cheese, chips, and pop. 

As soon as she’d taken that first bite, she knew it was going to be a glorious cheat day. 

It had been a good day…for ten minutes. Then she got full, and she got full fast. Her stomach protested a lot sooner than it should have. “I’m sorry for being negative. I thought tonight would cheer me up.” 

Dakota placed his hand over hers, on the mound that was her stomach. “Hey, it’s all good. You’re allowed to have these days. You wanna talk about what’s keeping you down?” 

“I just—” she shifted around on the couch, trying to find the best position for her bloated belly. “I feel off. I don’t have as much energy and I’m so fucking sore.” 

“Sore from working out?” 

“No, it feels different.” She didn’t know how to explain it, but it was almost like the soreness that comes from the flu or a fever. She wanted to try to put her thoughts into words, but her stomach was talking enough for the both of them. The organ let out a loud gurgle and followed it up with a hearty belch that made her shiver. She quickly covered her mouth as Dakota chuckled. “God, my stomach hurts.” 

Dakota ran his palm across her bloated belly. He let his thumb glide beneath the waist band of her pants, feeling the crest of her belly. He followed the slope down, amazed at how swollen it was. Her skin was warm. Very. “Bee, your stomach is so bloated and noisy.” 

“I’m sorry.” 

“No, don’t apologize.” He traced up the opposite direction now, again letting his fingers follow the curve. Her belly dipped sharply towards her ribs and chest. “I didn’t see you eat that much.” 

“I don’t know why it’s so upset,” she moaned low in her throat until a pocket of air started to come up. She swallowed thickly but couldn’t make the pressure go away. The burp escaped loudly and wetly. It took her belly from overly full to outright nauseous. “Ugh, Kota, I feel sick to my stomach.” 

“Do you want to move to the bathroom?” 

Moving sounded like the worst possible idea. She imagined her tummy bouncing up and down, sending the contents sloshing into her esophagus. “No…I don’t know. I just want to feel better.” 

Dakota could hear in her voice that she was beginning to worry. “Alright, we’ll stay here and I’ll rub your tummy, how’s that sound?” 

“Okay,” she mumbled. She put her head on his chest and watched his hand glide under her shirt. She’d never seen her abdomen to distended. “Mmm, I don’t like this.” 

“Shh, just relax.” Dakota used his other hand to play with her hair. He rubbed circles and lines across her body, hoping to lull her into a state of peace. 

Her stomach certainly wasn’t at peace. He could feel it shifting and gurgling under his palm. He rubbed her stomach for twenty minutes, all the while it continued to make sick noises. Blair too made slight noises of discomfort. His touch was comforting but not enough to take her mind off the nausea. 

“Honey, it doesn’t sound like I’m helping very much,” Dakota said. “What if we talk about something to distract you from the pain.” 

“Fine. But no wedding stuff. Too stressful.” 

“Got it.” 

“And no food.” 

“Obviously.” 

“And no work” 

Dakota pouted. “Aw, I was gonna ask about your assistant. I wish I had an assistant.” 

“Piper is shadowing me. She’s not technically an assistant.”

“How can I get a shadow?” 

“I don’t know. Go out in the sun?” 

Dakota laughed and hugged her closer. “And how is your shadow doing with her training?” 

“She’s great. Although she missed a few days last week because of…” Blair blinked quickly as her brain worked faster than her mouth. She couldn’t get the words out when the thoughts came rushing in. All of a sudden, she felt her cheeks drain of colour. Her stomach dropped and a cold sweat broke out across her skin. 

“Because of what?” Dakota looked down at his glitching girlfriend. She got tense in his arms. He could feel the muscles she’d been building tighten. “Bee, you okay?” 

Blair could only shake her head. The hand over her mouth stopped her from speaking. The saliva accumulating in her mouth and the nausea rising in her throat was largely due to a psychological response. Like a placebo effect, but not quite, she knew for a fact that she was about to vomit up her cheat day. She knew this, because a few days before Piper had missed work because of a stomach bug. Bugs tended to scurry to a new home, especially when a new breeding ground gave hugs at the end of every shift. This bug took its time decorating and moving into Blair’s system for an entire week. It renovated and redesigned her stomach and intestines, making itself at home. And now, her system was packed with junk food that just didn’t match the décor. 

Blair shot up from where she rested her head on Dakota’s chest, but it was too late to make a move. She gagged into her hand and lurched forward. Muddy orange vomit came shooting out of her mouth, spewing between her fingers and dripping down her wrist. 

“Holy sh—okay,” Dakota exclaimed as he too tensed up. He quickly sat up from his slouched position as sick landed on his chest and stomach. His sweater began soaking it up. He switched to breathing through his mouth when the sour stink of half-digested cheese and chocolate filled the space. 

“Oh God, honey,” he cooed when Blair heaved again. He placed his palm on her lower back, feeling how rigid she’d become. “It’s all going to be okay. Breathe.” 

But Blair couldn’t breathe. It just kept coming. The sick fell passed her lips in chunky waves that made her cringe and shiver. At least she managed to aim the third wave away from the both of them. It landed on the floor by the couch, just narrowly avoiding their sock covered feet. That would not have been a pleasant sensation if she missed the floor. She could only imagine how Dakota must feel. A sob clawed at her chest when she thought about everything that happened. 

“I’m sorry. Kota, I’m sorry,” she mumbled as she wiped her mouth with her sleeve. Her chest hitched with every sharp inhale.

“Shh, baby. Relax. No need to apologize.” Dakota rubbed her back. “Give me another good breath.” 

She did so slowly, letting a shaky inhale fill her lungs. The exhale was steadier, which they were both happy about. 

Dakota gave a firm pat in the middle of her shoulder blades. “That’s it.” He wiped a tear off her cheek. “Are you alright now?” 

Blair shook her head. “I’m sick.” 

“Yes. Yes, you are.” Dakota looked down at the sludge on his torso. “This is cheating cheat day, you know.” 

Blair let out a weak laugh, before going back to what she was saying. “No, like I’m actually sick. Piper had the stomach flu last week.” 

“Damn…well that explains why you’re so warm,” Dakota said as he thumbed her burning cheek. 

Blair sniffled and nodded. Moving once again seemed like the worst thing in the world, but she knew this break from vomiting was not going to last. She also knew there’d be many permanent stains if they didn’t start cleaning now. 

Dakota must have been reading her mind. “Go sit in front of the toilet. You still look pale.” He thought back to the seconds before she lost it all. “Fuck, Bee, your face got so white. I thought there was a ghost in the living room for a sec.” But his fiancée did not have the energy to reply with anything witty. So, he just kissed her temple and sent her away. “Go, I’ve got to clean this up before it sticks.” 

“Give me your sweater. I’ll throw it in the bathtub.” 

Dakota stripped. Now shirtless, he realized he too was very bloated, though not from a bug but from overeating. This had been one hell of a cheat day. 

[scoops-aboy86]

Okay, I took about a day to process the fact of being Perceived, and now I’m back. 

Continuation of this. Tagging all of these with “#witness protection wg au” too, so they’re findable later. On my blog at least.

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Sitting on his bed in pajama pants and nothing else, the paper brownie tray balanced across his knees, Eddie feels so high and so, so full. Every now and then his breath catches in a little hitch of a hiccup, and he rubs both hands absently over his stomach. He’s long since freed it from the pajama bottoms, letting his belly sit in his lap more than it had in the kitchen and tracing the now faint lines his Scoops uniform had pressed into him. Gonna have to put in a request for the next size up, he thinks with a faint grin.  

The matching pajama top is still in his dresser, not because it doesn’t fit (it kinda doesn’t) but because he feels so warm. 

There’s one more brownie left, and a not insubstantial puddle of melted ice cream still in the bowl by his hip. He’s going to finish it, this is his Everest… He’s just taking a little break is all. Letting it settle, letting himself really feel it. 

“Full” was a mile marker he’d passed even before getting high; this is something new, a plateau he’d either never reached before or never paid enough attention to notice. Which is a goddamn shame, because it feels good. Heavy and content and a little floaty, a little in awed disbelief of himself, but proud, too. When he touches his belly the skin is pulled taut, like new stretch marks are only a matter of time, but there’s still a little softness, a little give. He shifts just to see if he still can, and the motion jostles loose a soft burp. 

Okay. Last brownie. 

Eddie reaches for it, feeling his belly plop right onto the tray when he has to lean forward a little with a grunt. Well, he’s already covered in crumbs and little smears of chocolate, a little more can’t hurt. Sitting back with the brownie in hand—even that feels like an accomplishment with how stuffed he is, a little tingle of satisfaction warming him from the inside out—he looks it over. Scoops is discontinuing these in, what, a few days? A shame, really. He finishes it in a few bites, each one landing heavily in his stomach atop the rest. 

And there’s no more room in him, but he picks up his bowl, casts aside the spoon, and sets the edge to his lips. The melted ice cream slides down his throat, rich and thick and slowly sinking into all the tiny gaps and oh.

Eddie knows right away that he’s overdone it. Not so badly that he can’t keep it down, but he’d been wrong before; now there’s no more room. He doesn’t test whether he can move like this because he wouldn’t want to even if he could. 

There’s nothing to do but sit there, maybe slouch down a bit against the headboard (which creaks) and his pillows, and keep his breaths as shallow as possible. Relax into it. Ghost his hands gently over his middle as though one wrong touch might cause him to pop, because maybe it could. 

And it feels amazing.

And he pictures Steve on the bed next to him the way he’d pictured him across the kitchen table, because Steve was always so careful with him in the hospital, gentle and protective. Steve could take care of him now, like this, and wouldn’t let him pop. 

Or maybe, Eddie muses as he realizes he’s stiff in his pajama pants and lets his hands drift down to attend to that. 

Maybe he would.

Your turn, partner in crime @hotluncheddie! Lol

[jungle-angel]

Random Writing Dialogue Prompts (Because this shit’s gettin old)

Yeah I know I haven’t done a masterlist and may or may not in the future, but guys, I really, really miss alot of writer/reader interaction and miss writing for other people. Please, don’t be afraid to send in requests, blurbs, thoughts, anything. Minors are strictly forbidden as is hate-anon. I’m all for constructive criticism, but if it’s hateful, that shit’s getting flushed down the Tumblr crapper faster than ya’ll can blink. Taking requests for Top Gun Maverick (literally any character), Outer Range, Bad Times At The El Royale, Catch 22 (Hulu), Salem’s Lot and Press Play. 

1. “This is one hell of a journey......and it’s only gonna get tougher from here” 

2. “It’s a full moon tonight.....you know what that means” 

3.  “I’m so tired.....” “I know.....but I’m here....just keep going” 

4. “Hey, don’t give me shit, I’ve got naked baby photos of you Mister!” 

5. “So did you two actually do it?? Or are you just yanking my chain?” 

6. “Who the fuck goes to New Mexico and doesn’t bring sunscreen??” 

7. “HELP!!!! THE GHOUL IS LOOSE!!!” 

8. “And you told me this was a stupid idea” 

9. “Alright sweetie, bite down on this piece of wood, the doctor’s gonna pop your shoulder back into place” 

10. “It’s a shitty night and all I wanna do is curl up in our bed and watch Stargate Atlantis” 

11. “What exactly is in this thing....?” “I dunno, but my gram said it’ll clear you out in a few hours”

12. “You’re teaching this shithead how to drive, not me” 

13. “This house is turning into a fucking moneypit, I think we need to call a contractor” 

14. “The picture is moving.....why is the picture moving??” 

15. “You know this happens every time I buy a block of cheese and you end up eating it all” 

16. “I need some help with dinner”

17. “BEST VACATION EVER!!!!” 

18. “We don’t need a kitchen, we can cook that right here on the beach” 

19. “I can’t believe THAT’S what you idiots have been doing in my basement all these years!!!” 

20. “You didn’t just eat those brownies in the back of the fridge, did you??” 

21. “I’m running on less than two hours of sleep and no coffee” 

22. “Just take a breath and tell me what you need” 

23. “Don’t worry sweet pea, it’s just the angels bowling” 

24. “You sure it’s supposed to go like that??” 

25. “You took care of me when I needed it most......now it’s my turn” 

26. “This song reminds me of you.....that’s why it’s important to me” 

27. “I want you to draw me like one of your French girls” (SMUT)

28. “I didn’t know you could draw so well”

29. “Wanna join me at the swim spot?” 

30. “Couldn’t run this place without you” 

31. “I think I’m getting sick again” 

32. “Promise me we’ll find a quiet spot somwhere out west where we can live out our days in peace and quiet together?”

33. “I don’t mind being here, it’s nice and quiet and it’s peaceful too” 

34. “You did so good.....I’m so proud of you” 

35. “C’mon, I don’t need a nurse, I need rest” 

36. “Pretty soon this book collection is gonna be out of control” 

37. “Check out what I got at the tag sale down the street!!!” 

38. “OH MY GOD YOU FOUND A PUPPY!!!!!” 

39. “Think it’s time we trade in this old clunker, I’ve had to fix the engine at least twenty times this year” 

40. “Give me two seconds and I’ll make you a drink” 

41. “I just spent half the morning putting slug repellant in the garden, I want a shower” 

42. “I leave them alone in Home Depot for a half an hour and THIS is the evidence” 

43. “C’mon, you looked like Wile. E Coyote chasing Roadrunner” 

44. “Here, drink some water, you look like a starved plant” 

45. “You really think this is the best way to chop down a dead tree?”

46. “It’s the best hangover cure you’re ever gonna get” 

47. “It’s so hot but I want skin to skin with you” (SMUT)

48. “Keep itching like that and you’ll be red all over” 

49. “Your poor feet have got to be hurting, let me help you” 

50. “I fixed your favorite sweater so you wouldn’t have to” 

[v33n4-c4rn1s]

"SHARP TONGUE."

veena lambert x mare torres

sassy man apocalypse got mare basically..

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Veena was almost done, clearing down the stove after she finished her fourth round of baking, cleaning the utensils she had used. Mare had briefly assisted her, the two spent a good two hours giggling and trying to avoid messing up brownies and cookies. Unfortunately, mid-way through their session, Mare's phone began to ring. He excused himself from the kitchen, leaving Veena with a kiss on the cheek and a mutter of "don't burn the treats.."

That was a good 15 minutes ago, he was still on the sofa, on the phone. Until now she had entirely blocked out the conversation he was having, working on her cleaning, But she began to grow impatient. Overly annoyed at the fact a phone call had whisked his attention away, grumbling to herself while she scrubbed and when she finally tuned herself into the conversation he was having, She paused.

His tone, it was so much different. Drawling his words out, huffing with a small chuckle. He was almost teasing.

Veena felt herself getting somewhat giddy, butterflies in her stomach. She'd never heard this side of him.

But she loved it.

Her cheeks were all red and she couldn't look in his direction for too long.

"Oh please. Call me back when you want to quit with the whining. If your gonna chew my ear off with bullshit then at least make it make sense. Your spitting nonsense. It's pathetic.."

He almost cooed, grinning slightly. The mask he wore was placed on the table. He rolled his eyes at the bitter complaints that spewed from the phone.

"right..yeah, you done?..good lad, silence suits you better anyway."

He hummed, He let the complaints and insults continue for a moment before he hung up completely.

"Honestly..it's impossible to speak to someone who's only there to whine. So pointless.."

"what was all that?"

She had approached him silently, her cheeks still a pink shade as she wrapped her arms around him lazily, she had taken a seat next to him. Gazing up at him with somewhat gentle eyes.

"Ah..nothing for you to worry about Mon amor.."

He had to bite back a grin because of the look on her face, the way her grip on him slightly tightened and her cheeks flushing red was enough to make his lips twitch into a smile.

"something wrong cher? you look a little flushed.."

Two fingers made their way under her chin, tilting her head up, One hand resting on her shoulder, He could see how her brain practically shut off. Her face a shade of crimson.

"no-..no im fine love..-"

she spluttered, blinking slightly. Her head finally clicked itself back on and she managed to bring some thoughts together. Veena didn't even think twice.

She brushed his hands away from her, moving up and gently taking his face in her hands, she kissed him almost immediately. She wanted the upper hand.

Initially, Mare jumped. He may have the words but she always had the actions. His hand rested on her back, her fingers brushing against his face. If the way he acted had her like this..he definitely would keep the act up.

She pulled away from him giving him the time to take in some well needed oxygen.

"Veena- you need to-"

He practically jumped once more when she began her kisses around his face, trailing to his arms and down to his hands.

He was lightheaded, he had the brief effect on her for a few moments, triumphantly making her stumble over her words but she constantly held the victory of being a tease.

She pulled away, grinning. Her fangs out on display. She was pleased with herself.

"I winnn.."

She giggled as he laid back on the sofa, the back of his hand covering his face slightly.

"There wasn't even a competition.."

He grumbled. A smile breaking through as she laid on his chest, pulling his hand away so she could press a quick kiss to his lips.

"But i still winnn.."

She glanced up at him, batting her eyelashes.

"Yeah..you always do-"

He smiled, kissing the top of her head. They lay on their sofa, enjoying each other's presence. Nothing could ever interrupt this perfect, gentle moment. Nothing at-

BEEP BEEP BEEP

"SHIT!! MY BROWNIES!!'

"YOU LEFT THE OVEN ON????"

Yeah, maybe a fire could interrupt it..

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oh my god I love them so much they are so stupid I want to squish them like bugs I adore them sm

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[chidoroki]

182 Days of TPN - Day 139

Chapter 139: "Demon Search, Part 2"

Yo demons can be so rude. Norman's extermination plan is extreme and while I think it should only target the aristocrats and those in charge of any farms instead of drag down innocent lives down as well, these select few randos can bite the dust too simply because they're making fun of one of the kindest demons this series has to offer.

I know this world runs differently and the demons only see us as food, so this scene is essentially like us watching fish or something on a conveyor belt being tossed out, but it's still a hard scene to witness as these are literal babies.

His panic over stealing from the farm is actually kinda cute and I love how quickly his intentions changed, even from him switching from saying "it" to "her." He could've very well just had her for dinner, possibly improving the state of his face (since eating other humans haven't really worked in the past so who knows if she would've helped or not), yet he decides to treat her as family instead because of the empathy he feels simply because both their faces are a little messed up.

Someone please help this precious demon, he's trying his absolute hardest to figure out how to raise a human child and it's adorable! It means everything that he's raising her as his own daughter and not as food like the plantation mothers/sisters are forced to do. I wish he has an official name though aside from us just referring to him as Ayshe's dad because he's just so special and I love him. He's tied with Lucas & Alex as one of the best parents in the series and I'll go as far to say he's my second favorite out of the whole roster. (no need to ask about number one when it's obvious.)

I don't have any strong opinions on Zazie, like he's okay, I don't necessarily like or dislike him a great amount, but I gotta say that killing this amazing dad ain't gonna reward him with brownie points.

A moment of relief for me that this scene wasn't animated because I'm sure it would've made me tear up. Poor guy didn't deserve this.

Of course, by extension, this means that Ayshe didn't need to suffer this unfortunate loss either. This whole event sorta parallels the shelter raid, to the point where Andrew & his men invaded the escapee's home & ended up killing Yuugo & Lucas. Only difference is the children managed to escape their pursuer while Ayshe was basically captured by hers. We learn later on that Norman was already knowledgeable with the demon language at this point, so it's pretty bold of him to bring this traumatized girl back with him to paradise knowing fully well that she's hellbent on ending their lives.

I'm.. starting to remember why Norman is my least favorite of the fullscore trio and unfortunately it's partly due to all the pain he caused Ayshe to experience. Granted, her father's death was a direct result of Zazie's attacks, but it goes without saying that the kid was acting on Norman's orders. Sorry not sorry but I don't do well with people who make my favorites suffer, just look at all the dislike I have towards the demon god (the effects the reward had on Emma), Andrew (killing bunker dads & the injuries inflicted on Dominic & Chris), the GF demon (taking my queen's life), and Peter (he's a Ratri, there's literally so much I could list here). Norman isn't as bad as the rest of them, but eh, I can't find it in myself to adore him as much as Ray or Emma.

It's smart of her to remain quiet though. She can't risk acting out, whether it be on her desires or just being rebellious, since she's seen first hand how powerful the Lambda crew is.

Not really relevant to these panels but it's what made me think of this.. I wish we got to see Ayshe and Emma interact more. Or at all, actually. Ayshe learning that someone like our best girl actually cares this much for demons must have been such a relief to hear. I get that Ayshe kept quiet around the Lambda crew because of the stuff regarding her father, but she couldn't really bond with the other paradise hideout kids either since they all have opposing opinions about demons than she does.

HELP she is so darn adorable!! I would've been fine if Ayshe remained this cool assassin throughout the whole story because I really do love those cold, silent characters but being able to see her have a little silly side is such a pleasant surprise.

Just because Ayshe is now an ally doesn't mean that the idea of assassins magically goes away! That's still a concern!

Favorite panel/moment:

I pretty much adore every moment of the flashbacks between Ayshe and her dad, even the tiny moments we get in this panel are super cute. Norman wondered in ch127 if it was possible to refrain eating your favorite food if it asked you, so let me tell him that this tiny, happy family is living proof of that! Aaahh, they deserved so much better! (ALSO, the lights on the small table behind them are identical to the ones Ray & Mujika used back in ch45, so it's cool that all kinds of demons use those plants the same way.)

Ayshe has many lovable panels as well, but the tiny one here has a special place in my heart for some reason.

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Hello, and happy Blorbo blusday!! I'm well *checks clock* 1h late gasp! As an excuse I can only say that today I have been packing and I forgot it was Thursday. (As usual I am @writeblr-of-my-own) ANYWAYS. For today's question, I'd like to know about food preference and cooking skills of your blorbo(es)! What can they cook, what they like to eat, whether they are good in the kitchen, or better away from it and close to a fire extinguisher!

Hello! It seems I am late as well! About four hours till blorbo blursday ends for me.

Anyways, food!

First up, Twuecud: (this is gonna be long)

Gage is an absolutely horrible cook. He can barely cook oatmeal without burning it somehow. This incorrect quote fits him:

Nicole: Ew. What kind of tea is this? Gage: I boiled gatorade.

I think hes a sandwich guy as for food preference.

Tylee loves anything if you put sprinkles on it, 'cause it "looks prettier." When they went camping she only brought jellybeans and goldfish for food. She is not trusted in the kitchen. She will get distracted while cooking and set off the fire alarm.

Alison loves chips. A true connoisseur, she will tell you anything you need to know about them. Although when it comes to cooking it starts well, but ends up burnt every time. (Probably because of her curse, did I ever mention that?)

Nicole is loyal to Popsi, the sponsored drink in her favorite show. She refuses to follow a recipe when baking. It ends up with a lot of flour on the floor, and lumpy cakes. She can decorate them well though, with swirly bows and perfect cursive. She bakes cakes just to decorate them, throwing them out afterwards. Unless she forgets and an unlucky person comes along to take a bite, ending up with a mouthful of salt and under cooked batter.

Jee likes to help Nicole decorate sometimes, as he's majoring in graphic design, (is that a real major?) He is very lazy when it comes to food, ordering pizza and eating ramen when he can. He put's peanut butter on foods that shouldn't ever have peanut butter, and his friends often catch him doing it and try to get him to stop.

Vishal is not aware of what cooking is. He was fed specially made food from professional cooks,('cause rich), and he probably hasn't ever set foot in a kitchen. Once he discovers them though, I bet he'll love burritos.

Mikal is the only competent chef. He is the only one with enough patience to watch a boiling pot. But of course he tries to make machines to do things for him. He likes cooking a lot more when it's for friends and not just for himself. He likes to impress them. As for eating food, he loves all things bread. And he's Jewish so he doesn't eat pork.

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Now 1950 Again:

Daniel can cook surprisingly well if he actually tries, not so good at making a plate look good though. He loves brownies, especially the ones his mom makes.

Dr.Marv cannot cook to save his life. He eats whatever's lying around, whether that be a stale taco shell, or leftover takeout. Food was something his wife always made, and just thinking about a homemade meal makes him sad. (woah didn't realize how much trauma dr marv must have holy crap)

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And finally, How Hope Made Her a Hero:

Norah does not have many food options as of now, just what she can manage to buy from what little money she can earn because her father certainty isn't helping. Which mostly consists of bread and jam that Miss. Marmel gives her for free. She could probably cook well considering a little fact that comes in later ;) I think she'd love fish a lot.

Rufus is good at the hunting and killing part, but cooking not so well. He possesses the determination and patience to cook, but is clueless for the steps to take. Norah will leave him to watch any meat cooking while she goes and does something else, and Rufus is eager to help.

Alphair uses magic of course to cook all his meals. If he doesn't understand a meal though, like a really complicated recipe, the magic will get confused and make a disaster. If you told him to make a grilled cheese sandwich without magic I think he would cry.

Whoo that's about all! Thank you for the ask I loved talking about this!

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Candy (Pasteltale Sans)

So I redesigned Pasteltale Sans! Of course, his narrative has changed alongside his redesign. Soooooo...

Bio: He's one of Rosey's scouts/children. He has a few siblings (Bubblegum, Cupcake, Rainbow, Pajama, and Studio), which he gets along with alright. He was going to have an AU of his own, but Rosey decided to repurpose him for a scout and son. Around his family, his name is Candy. But for others within the multiverse he scouts, he introduces himself as Pastel Sans. He has a heavy interest for eyes, and collects them.

Basic Info Nicknames: Eyes, Eyeball, Cheese (by Studio only) Age: 19 Height: 5'9" Gender Identity: Cisgender (male, he/him) Sexual Orientation: Pansexual, preference for masculine people Medical Issues: Allergy to Echo Flower pollen (rash), mild Anxiety Can't Leave the House Without: Axe, Snack(s), Phone + Charger

Relationships Rosey - Mother, very good Bubblegum - Sibling, they are the chaos gremlins Cupcake - Sibling, sometimes finds him annoying Studio - Sibling, good sibling energy Rainbow - Sibling, good Pajama - Sibling, older siblings gotta stick together

Powers Axe - He can handle his axe very well. Sometimes he can charge it up for a blast that strikes an enemy and knocks other enemies back away from him. Mimic - He can change his voice to sound like anyone, albeit for short periods of time (around ten minutes). Copy - He mainly uses this ability to find eyes to add to his collection. He can frame an object with his fingers, which will in turn give him his new copy. How long it lasts depends on what he frames. If it's a mortal, then the copy will last only for a little while. But if it's an object with no soul/sentience, then it will last until he destroys it. Cloak - Putting his hoodie up allows him to cloak until he puts his hoodie back down. This allows him to go by undetected if need be. Teleport - He can teleport on command. In worlds that aren't his own, it only works for short distances. Souvenir Eyes - As a last ditch effort, he can throw one of the eyes he has dangling from his axe at enemies. Since all of the eyes are copies, they can be destroyed with no repercussions, and therefore can explode and temporarily cause the enemy to lose sight of Candy.

Miscellaneous Little Facts - He mostly hangs around the Nerd and Jock Undertale AUs, because he has a crush on one of the Paperjams. He won't say which one, though. - He has a total of ten piercings, and he plans on getting more. - His favorite piercing is the coin slot piercing on his left horn. - He calls his axe "Willow" on occasion. - The bite mark on his arm is a battle scar from an AU he visited. - His favorite part of day is when he gets to shower and relax before going to bed. - He has gone on record saying that he hates the ocean because of those "big leviathan fuckers". - He found out he had an allergy to Echo Flower pollen the hard way. - When he watches TV, he tunes in to the Student's Echoes broadcast for Silent and Zommy Bear. - If he ever did ask out the Paperjam he has a crush on, he would probably fumble his words. Horribly. - He hasn't asked them out yet because he doesn't think he has a chance with them. - He snacks upwards to four times a day. - He's based off of the song "LOVELOVELOVELOVELOVELOVE" by Six Impala. - He'll take extra time out of his morning on weekends or out of his night for "private time". - He's prone to daydreaming about Goddesses know what. - He mostly listens to hardcore music, such as Gabber, Speedcore, Breakcore, etc. - HE HAS ONE WEAKNESS. ...it's brownies. He can't resist his mother's brownies.

(That's it! I'm still gonna tag this as Pasteltale because it's still the same character, and I wanted to allow people to see this before I change the tag. Because from now on him and everyone else will be tagged as "Rosey's Scouts". Check out the others, too.) Studio... Cupcake... Bubblegum... Rainbow... Pajama... Rosey...