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kooksbunnnn · 2 years

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Love Language - Min Yoongi

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Summary: Just Yoongi and his love language.

Warnings: MATURE CONTENT. Kissing, heavy making out, fingering, mentions of squirting, unprotected sex (please don't), Yoongi's long fingers, big dick Yoongi, mentions of Namjoon third wheeling. Porn with plot but mostly porn. Marriage au.

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Ratings: 18+

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Waking up on a Sunday without your husband's warmth around you makes you whine into your pillow. You turn around to feel his side of the bed, and you feel it's still warm. He must've woken up not long before you did. You go down the stairs to find him in his study, busy on his phone, probably talking to Namjoon according to the dongsaeng-but-formal tone he is using.

Seeing him in those black sleeping shorts and the incorrectly buttoned up white shirt you tore off of him last night sends a tingle between your legs. You almost throw your head back in need when he puts on his glasses, pushing his hair back trying to find something on his desk.

When he sees you standing there, he hangs up telling Namjoon he will call him after he finds whatever he was trying to find, hanging up he smiles at you. "Hey, have you seen the black binder you gifted me some months ago?" He asks with his eyes and hands busy on his table.

Lifting his head he notices your confused expression so he stops to explain with his hands. "Yay big and yay high, it was gold plated on the ends?" You look at his description and immediately recognize the binder, the one you gifted him for the aesthetic of his file drawer. Black and gold.

"Yes that is in the bed room lemme get it for you." he nods at your statement smiling and you run and bring the binder back. When you come back you see him clutching his hair in his hands and oh his hands.

The veins, making you want him to wrap his hands around your neck while he fucks you- No.

Get it together Y/N, its 10 am in the morning! Although the morning pound down doesn't sound bad, he seems very busy.

A kiss doesn't sound bad though.

You walk towards him bringing his file behind your back with a smile, he hears your footsteps and turns towards you with a smile.

"Thankyou baby." He says in his oh-so raspy voice and you melt. He reaches out to take it from you but you lift both of your arms to wrap them around him, the file still in your hand. He giggles and kisses you, his hands finding their way to your ass. Squeezing your flesh to make you moan with him still attached to your lips.

"Good morning to you too Y/N." Speaks a bored voice from the speaker of your husband's phone and you detach from his face with wide eyes trying to get away but he pulls you towards him with a lazy smirk on his face. You hit your husband playfully but embarrassed and also answer the greetings from your friend.

"Hey, u-um good morning Joon. Didn't know you were on a call and I'm sorry I should probably go."

"No no nothing so urgent that I should be a cockblock. Call me later hyung. Happy humps." Without giving your husband a chance to retaliate at the hump comment he hangs up and you smile guiltily at your husband.

"Yeah. I'm gonna smack this little motherfucker's head for this mmph-" you cut him off his rant as you kiss him again, giving him the lead as soon as he slips his tongue in. Moaning at the way he grabs your hair at the nape, biting onto your lower lip making you gasp.

He traces his hand down your spine to reach the hem of his oversized T-shirt you borrowed last night and he swears it's hotter taking it off than any of the dresses he's ripped off of you.

He lifts it up to your waist and ties it in a knot, you watch his long fingers make a knot just below your breasts and then trace them along your waistline "Wanted to fuck you in my T-shirt but didn't want it to come in the way so." He shrugs at the end of the sentence and you chuckled before being cut off by getting turned and bent over the desk suddenly.

He bends down to the level of your cunt with a knowing smile and keeps one of his hands over your lower back to keep you in place. The cold desk wood under your tummy makes you hiss, but it turns into a short moan when he spreads your ass cheeks and runs his index finger between them over your damp folds.

He pushes his finger with pressure to tease you over the cloth making you squirm in place. Your heels rise making you tip toe when he drags his fingers towards your clit with the same pressure.

"Fucking ready. Every fucking time." He grits out to himself and you let out a small whine at his delay, squirming in place. He scoffs at your impatience and pulls your underwear down, slow and teasing.

"Baby, please" you whine at his slow movements but he suddenly slaps at your clit making you jolt.

"Impatient huh?" You nod and breathe shakily at the sting but feel more wetness drizzle out, moaning at the feeling.

"Look at that" he pushes two fingers in you and you both groan at the same time. You feel like you will curl up due to the feeling his fingers give when he twists them and rubs them around like he is trying to find something and oh-

He does. He fucking does.

Your knees buckle when he finds that spot and you start panting when he keeps rubbing the spongy area. Cooing at your whimpering self, he picks up his pace, rubbing and jabbing your spot making your head go dizzy at the pressure. You try lifting yourself up but his hand's pressure tells you to take it just like he is giving it to you.

A vibration causes you to flinch and you see him get up and flip his phone towards him to check the caller id. Panicked you pull yourself up to convince him to not pick up the phone, making him slip his fingers out in the process.

"Yoongi don't you dar-" but before you could finish your sentence, he motions you to stay silent with his finger on his lips. You shake your head knowing you couldn't stay silent while he talks if he goes anyway further than his fingers still hovering over your entrance.

A voice booms from the phone on the table which kinda replicates yours, but with a different reason of panting. You guess he is running around.

"Hyung, I am so sorry but you need to call and decide the order and topics for the four presenters for tomorrow.." the rest of the voices go deaf around your ears when Yoongi stuffs his fingers in your pussy and covers your mouth at the same time, muffling the gasp.

He scoffs in your ear and whispers in his low raspy voice, "Pathetic little slut." Jabbing his fingers harder at every word. He changes the angles of his fingers making you clench and roll your eyes back. You hold his wrist over your mouth for dear life while he holds your body in place.

You feel tears brim in your eyes as he hits the spot again and again and again. Your legs shake and you tighten around his fingers and he chuckles at your ministrations, he knows you like this. Every time Namjoon speaks you try to keep your voice in and it gets you wetter at the thought of getting caught.

You snap out of the daze when he speaks addressing the younger business partner, "Joon I requested Y/N to attend the party next week and I think she wants to come" he licks your earlobe at the end of the statement and you nod vigorously.

Bringing his hand to the front he rubs your clit with three of his fingers, making you spread your legs out of instinct. You buck your hips and try grinding on his fingers chasing your high, the rush in your ears blocking out any kind of conversation around you.

You start feeling the telltale of the upcoming orgasm and your body shakes and twitches when the heat passes out of you. Your eyes roll back to your head when he bites on your earlobe, removing his hand from your lips and you watch him hang up.

You have no clue when the conversation ended but your shaking body falls on the table and you cry out. He slows his hand down to let you ride your high while you grind on his fingers absentmindedly rolling your hips, eyes squeezed shut as you breathe heavily.

He removes his hand and smiles at you when you turn your head to glare at him, breathing heavily.

He helps you stand up and hold you by your waist when your knees buckle and has this shit-eating grin on his face. Pulling you towards him he gives you an open-mouthed kiss but you push him away panting. "Fuck you, Min. What if he heard something?!" He chuckles and grabs you by the waist tucking your hair behind your ear, tilting his head to make better eye contact.

"Then he would hear how I make you cry when you come." His low and deep voice sends cold shivers in your lower back.

"I gotta work now baby, or Namjoon will physically come here and make me do it." He pats your butt to get you going but you raise your eyebrows at him before nodding down to the boner he has. He laughs and holds your cheeks making your lips pout.

"As tempting as you sucking me off sounds, I would rather fuck you." He gives your pouted lips a chaste kiss before letting you go but you step forward and kiss him while grabbing his dick over his shorts making him growl in your mouth.

"Fuck me good babe. I'll be waiting."

"Oh I will." He grins, shaking his head while watching you turning around, knot still above your ass and you make your way out of the room with your ass on full display. Groaning he turns his head towards his desk and then looks at his dick.

Yeah. A cold shower.

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You gave him the whole day, trying to distract yourself with the work you had left incomplete and sending it to your HR, changing the bed sheets, sending your blazers to dry cleaning since it was a sick leave for your housemaid, buying grocery and bringing him his usual box full of tangerines and snacks with some beer to store in for football-match-with-the-boys-wuhoo! As Jungkook said.

It was 5:38 in the evening when you were cleaning the kitchen after having your second cup of coffee when you see him enter the room rubbing his neck. You felt really bad for him when you made eye contact with his tired ones, he took a shower and changed his clothes into a clean pair of black sweatpants and a white T-shirt.

He padded across the room to reach towards you to kiss you. Kissing him back you giggle and pull away, asking him softly, "Have you even eaten anything, baby?" He immediately nods to your question and lists the amount of frozen food he microwaved since you were not home.

Shaking your head at him you say, "Yoongi, you did know I made some shrimp sandwiches for you? I texted you about that too."

He looks back at the kitchen counter and finds an oven tray covered with plastic wrap filled with some sandwiches. Chuckling he lets go of you and sits on the black stool matching the breakfast counter.

"Sorry, I guess I was distracted with work, I just finished the sorting process for tomorrow's meeting with Namjoon, and he was constantly making sure that he was making the right decisions. This deal means a lot to him and I merely got 5 minutes of time when It hit 2:30 and I was horny, hungry, and exhausted at the same time. Wanted to fuck you so bad, baby, but then I didn't see you at home so I had to suffice my other biological needs..." rolling his eyes he continues.

"Sorry I couldn't eat the sandwiches." He looks at you with guilty eyes and you couldn't help but smile at him. He didn't need to explain anything but he elaborated the reasons why he couldn't eat the sandwiches?

You did marry a gentleman.

You step towards him and kiss his cheek. Flicking away the long hair that was coming into his eyes as you say, "Listen, baby, you don't need to explain anything. I know how much this means to you and Joon so please don't apologize. I just wanna know you're resting enough to not get exhausted. Okay?" He nods at your statement and you bend to kiss his lips while standing between his knees, his hands automatically coming up to your waist.

You don't realize when the kiss became hungrier, was it at the first groan you let out? Or the moment he pushed his tongue in and took control in his hand? Neither of you care about what led you to jump into his arms when he took you to the master bedroom removing your summer dress and his t-shirt in the hallway.

Laying you down on the bed, he hovers over your red flushed face. "Gonna make you cum so much, we would need to dry off the mattress." You chuckle at this and he gives you an open-mouthed kiss, making his way down licking and kissing all the way down from your neck to the collarbones, through the valley of your breasts, tweaking your nipples a couple of times before taking them into his mouth.

Gasping at the warmth from his tongue around the bud you grab the sheets beside your head with one hand and the other finds home in his hair making him growl. He leaves your nipples and traces his way with his tongue over your clothed pussy.

Instead of teasing this time he pulls the underwear all the way to your ankles before throwing it into some dark corner of the room. The dusk hours make the yellowish brown lights reflect on your honey skin, leading him to bite into your thighs while pressing his thumb over your clit.

Your impatient whine makes him determined to make you come hard, he loved teasing you but loves to watch you fall apart for him. So he digs in with his tongue tracing patterns all over your folds and your bundle of nerves which you couldn't decipher due to the soon entering fingers inside you, the cold sensation of his ring, and the stretch feeling heavenly, you know you wouldn't last long this time.

He finds a rhythm in which he feels you tightening around his fingers and lets out a chuckle at the way you were clenching. "I know you're close baby, come for me. Make a mess on my fingers." And as if on call, your body spasms and he rubs your clit with his other hand making your body curl up. He stares at the way your cunt flutters and almost drools after he pulls his fingers out, watching it drizzle your sweet slick. Bending down he licks up a stripe over your pussy making you gasp.

"Yoongi- s-sensitive. P-please." You gasp but still roll your hips trying to match his tongue. He hums pushing his tongue inside you and you almost feel it in your stomach. Your body arches as he swirls his warm muscle inside your hole and Yoongi groans at the taste and the thought of you clenching on his cock.

You feel the heat building up again at the slow pace he is licking you up at, not overwhelming your nerves but instead making them feel at ease and when he sees your limbs shaking he looks up and smirks at you who was already watching him eat you out. He winks at you and increases the pace of his tongue flicking at your clit.

You gasp at how he is making you feel the heat in your ears and toes, stretching your feet and tightening your muscles to reach the orgasm faster, your hands fly in directions to hold on to something.

"F-Fuck, don't stop-don't stop-don't stop. Fuck b-baby!" You cry out grabbing onto his hair with wide eyes, mind focusing on achieving that high. His groans make you reach it faster.

The constant flicking along with his long firm fingers rubbing your folds with pressure without entering, just massaging it to make it feel the pressure and pleasure makes you come and he pushes his tongue inside you at that exact moment making your eyes roll back. Your legs try to snap shut but he holds them open. Your legs shake continuously and you feel yourself ooze out a little bit of your soul.

He gets up with a gummy smile on his face making you laugh and you both start laughing when he hovers above you. "You really boost my ego baby, I mean, coming so much. I must be doing something right?"

He sounds cocky but you know he is saying the truth, nobody has ever made you feel like he does, emotionally, physically, and mentally safe.

"Wanna taste?" He asks you with mischief in his cat-like eyes and you nod with dizzy eyes, making his eyes darken, keeping eye contact he dips one of his hands and pushes inside you making you gasp a little which he mocks by gasping in a high-pitched voice and smirking later at your wide and embarrassed eyes.

He lifts his finger up and spreads it apart to show you the strings your slick creates between his fingers, you push your tongue out and he smirks, proud. "My filthy baby." He pushes those fingers in your mouth rubbing the taste of your cum on your tongue. Groaning at the taste you swirl your tongue around his digits, which he watches with dark eyes.

He pulls the fingers out and wipes them on your cheeks, grabbing your face with his fingers he opens up your mouth. "Now for the main course." Spitting in your mouth he watches you moan at the feeling and gulp it in, for which he kisses you, proudly.

He gets up and removes his sweatpants and you feel your mouth water at him pumping his dick while watching your cunt leak. He smiles when you spread your legs wider and hover above you, tilting your face towards his, making eye contact, he enters you slowly and you feel your body arch at the girth of his cock.

Min Yoongi has been the best dick you've been fucked by, with the perfect length, perfect width, and the prettiest features. Pretty, just like him. He knows you have a thing for eye contact, he observed this in the first 3 months of the relationship when you couldn't hold his stare, he knew it would turn you on while he fucked you, he loved seeing you squirm so it made his dick hard too. You proved his theory when he fingered you in front of the mirror making eye contact and making you watch yourself come undone for him, surprising him by squirting on his fingers. Just Perfect.

Your eyes widen and he shakily exhales. "Fuck. You're so perfect and so wet. Reminds me of your mouth. You're warm on every end, baby." He grits through his teeth but none of his words reach you when his hips start hammering you into the mattress.

He fucks you slow taking in every expression, watching your eyes roll back, dragging his cock slower making you scratch his back with your nails. Groaning in your ear his strokes getting hard and fast, hard and short, he tries every angle he loves seeing you twitch in. He pulls up both your legs over his waist, still fucking in at a slow-hard-deep pace and you whine loudly making him grab your thigh at the control he is showing not to bust at your voice's high pitch and neediness.

"Fuck Yoongi, right there. Right there. Faster, please. I'm gonna die if you don't go any faster. Make me come please make me." He looks at you and you clench, growling at the tight grip you have around him, he gives you what you want. Faster-harder-deeper. Your body jolts back at every stroke but the expression on your face makes him lose his control, he grabs both your hands and pins them beside your head.

Your body arches into his, your nipples touching his bare chest, you cry out in pleasure, walls spasming and tightening around him.

"Gonna come. Y/N fuck baby" he growls in your ear while you say his name like a mantra, digging your nails in your palms. You both come at the same time making you tremble in his hold and feet digging in his lower back. He bites your neck when he feels you lifting your hips meeting his strokes to reach the end of both your highs.

Slowing down when you whine in overstimulation, he pulls out. You both stay there watching the lights on the ceiling which were never turned on and you realize, it's dark outside. Checking the digital clock you see it's been more than 35 minutes since you entered the room. You laugh at the heavy breaths you and your husband are letting out but soon you cringe because of the sticky sheets under you.

"You need to change them this time, I just did them in the afternoon, Min."

"Let me breathe a second woman? Why are you so bossy?" He gets up feigning annoyance but you hear the breathy chuckle he lets out. You roll your eyes at his accusations while he helps you get up, laughing at the faces you make when you feel the warm sheets mixed with the weird temperatured cum.

After-care with warm showers and thigh massages was an important part of the sexual routine you and Min Yoongi had, but the best part? The best part was when he feeds you the food he cooks with so much love and furrowed eyebrows due to the concentration he has in that apron with a cat with its middle finger out, the intense amount of attention towards the dish makes him unconsciously poke his tongue out through his lips while he plates the dish.

Bringing you a pair of fresh wooden chopsticks and wine, his face smeared with flour as he made you some fresh and greasy kimchi jeon. You know he loves cooking you food but would never admit it.

So, not wanting you to do much after the sweat session, he just cockily said 'Don't strain your already jelly-like legs, you tiny human.' Which secretly means, rest because you're sore. He is not very outspoken about his feelings so he might seem a little concealed, it's just that, he has a different language for love, he just needed somebody to decode it.

Luckily, it's you.

I'M IN LOVE WITH THE DILF MIN YOONGI. GONNA GET THIS PICTURE TATTOOED ON MY BOOB.

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animentality · 5 months

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was thinking about how gortash is probably the type of person to casually tell durge he’s proud of them a lot (what with the way he lavishes compliments on them at the coronation and all) and thats probably really special to durge because i dont imagine a lot of people would have ever earnestly told them that. but then that got me thinking about. what if durge flipped it on gortash and said they’re proud of HIM at some point. because as prideful and full of himself as he is, i don’t think gortash would have ever actually heard those words directed at him in his life. certainly not from his parents.

so like. imagine gortash showing durge the progress on his most recent evil plan or atrocity or invention etc. and durge loves it of course, and they’d mean to say something normal and not unhinged like “wow!” or “well done!” or “this will be most beneficial!” in response. but because they’re somewhat poorly socialised and because they’re so impressed and excited and just very very in love while not knowing how to process the feeling properly, instead they end up looking gortash dead in the eye and blurting “i’m so proud of you”

i have no idea how gortash would react though. he would probably need to be taken to the hospital bsfsgsfs

I mean, the Dark Urge gives off desperate golden child vibes for sure.

They would absolutely need praise, to feel like they were doing the right thing, and maybe Daddy Bhaal isn't too generous with compliments.

So they'd cling to Gortash, because he's a little ass kisser, and he'd compliment them for breathing, and they wouldn't outwardly act like they were affected, but deep down, they'd be doing the emotional equivalent of hyperventilating, like yes, tell me I did good, please, tell me I am the fiercest Bhaalspawn to have ever lived, call me a good assassin, please.

But how cute, it'd be...the first time the Dark Urge, this fearsome demigod of death and slaughter, ever told him that he did a great job.

If they said something like, you have performed...more than adequately...

Oh, Gortash would clutch his wicked black heart, maybe close to a faint.

More than adequate?

He'd think the Dark Urge was propositioning him, like, he'd read way too much into it...and for good reason, because I can only imagine the Dark Urge ever complimenting Gortash because they are undeniably, irrevocably, and unchangeably down bad for this man by that point.

"More than adequately" is a profession of true affection, and they'd blush, and he'd blush, and they'd both be so embarrassed.

Like woof.

Two people have never been so flustered by such a mediocre compliment before, lemme tell you.

#enver gortash #dark urge #durgetash #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate astarion

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kaisarionn · 1 year

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I come with a fluffy Sodo x reader request (u can chose the gender idc) where Sodo realises the reader practically melts when Sodo nudges his forehead against theirs n rubs his nose against theirs and he loves the effect he has on the reader with that (maybe also with some of the ghouls teasing him about it bc they’re little fuckers ofc they’d tease him 💀)

A/n: this is so adorable I am blushing like an idiot! Lemme know if you want a pt2! Thank you for my first request!! Ficlet. Word count: 425. Estimated read time: 1m 33s. Fluff w/ some crack

SODO IS SOFT❤️

Walking out of the meeting you had with Seestor, you turn down the long hallway, walking briskly as you never liked this hallway, it was always excessively cold and smelled of frankincense and vanilla.

It had very few windows and the windows it did have, depicted images grotesque, even for a satanic church.

But you continue your walk towards Sodo’s room nonetheless, you had missed him as you had both been very busy that day, Seestor being very short-tempered with everyone trying to plan the summer tour; and with the new arrival Mr. Saltarian, every thing went to hell, almost literally.

You continue reviewing the important parts of the meeting but you are snapped out of your thoughts as you almost bump into a wall and realize, you had arrived a Sodo’s door, you give it a knock and hear his footsteps trek across the room, with a twist of the handle, the door creaks open, and with a warm smile he says “come on in.” as he gently grasps your hand, you make your way across the soft carpet, looking at all the trinkets scattered around, to the other side of the room.

You look at the bed and see that he had arranged it like an intricate nest, blankets scattered everywhere, pillows arranged obscure positions, almost as if he were trying to build a pillow fort.

You also noticed that the room was dimly lit by candles that smelled of beeswax and honey. You sit down gingerly next to each other, as in afraid to disturb the atmosphere and get comfy, with his arms wrapped around you, and your legs tangled around each other.

Basking in each other’s warmth, enjoying the other’s presence, as if nothing else matters. He carefully leans his forehead onto yours and you all but melt. He feels your weight sink further into him, looking down at you he chuckles “amore mio, you are too sweet for this world.” Loving the way you reacted, he does it again, but this time he gently rubs his nose against yours, and you’re practically a puddle.

He continues to do this, for what feels like an eternity, a beautiful, blissful, eternity. he leans in to do it again, but just then Aether bursts in followed by Swiss, he is shocked at the display of affection for a moment before yelling “HEY IT’S TIME FOR DINNER LOVE BIRDS!” while Swiss just stands there laughing. Your face heats up in embarrassment as Sodo jumps up to chase them around the church— damn it Aether!

#ghost bc #papa emeritus #the band ghost #papa copia #tobias forge #sodo ghoul #sodo x reader #dewdrop ghoul #dewdrop x reader #ghost fluff #ghost band x reader #x reader #x y/n #aether ghoul #swiss ghoul

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mazeinthemiroh · 2 years

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bangchan sfw alphabet

genre: fluff (with elements of crack, angst)

word count: 2.9k

warnings: suggestive??

requested?: no

song rec: superheroes by the script

pls like and reblog if you enjoyed! feel free to request anything <3

a = affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?)

very.

like... very.

have you seen this man? he's so full of love he's almost overflowing with it

we see how he is with the other members, very physically affectionate whether they like it or not!

i feel like with his s/o he would be just as affectionate, if not more so!

so prepared to be tackled by him and completely attacked by cuddles because this man is gonna be all over you

very affectionate with his words too, just showers you with praise and compliments until it's almost embarrassing! but if you do the same to him he gets super shy it's so cute abshddncje

b = best friend (what would they be like as a best friend?)

oh imagine being best friends with chan, what a dream...

you would bring out his inner dork

like his dorkiness will magnify like 99% more than usual

likes to be weird with you. like making the silly noises he does and teasing you gently

both of you are just being goofballs together, such goals.

he's like always smiling when he's with his best friend idk

c = cuddles (do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?)

when i tell you that cuddles are a must!l

like i said before, he's super affectionate

with chan, it feels natural with his s/o in his arms. he isn't clingy but he is just full of love and wants to show it in any way he can!

he gets so snuggly, especially in the evenings hbhdbfjf

he likes to cuddle in any way possible so long as you're both comfy

loves holding you but also loves being held

like after a long day at work he wants nothing more than to just sink in your arms, laying his head on your chest while you run your fingers through his soft fluffy hair

and he will chatter on and on about his day and you will just lay there, stroking his hair, listening and smiling and humming every now and then as he talks about how his music is going, what the lyrics to his new song are about, etc...

idk its just a very cute and fluffy time now let me go cry into a pillow-

d = domestic (do they want to settle down? how are they around the house?)

settling down? of course, of course... eventually.

you both have plenty of time ahead of you, being young and all. so there's no need to rush into certain things

settling down will take a lot of time and trust for chan, and his focus on his career is something he needs to consider.

so when you guys are older, settling down is totally happening.

what's he like around the house? well, he's tidy!

everything is in it's place, so if you are like me and not very organised, he's got you covered

i feel like chan would split domestic tasks with his s/o just so it's equal? but depending on how much time he has it might be difficult for him to keep up his end of the bargain, being so busy and all

e = ending (if they had to break up with their s/o, how would they do it?)

gently

that's all i gotta say, but lemme elucidate, for angst purposes...

he would probably sit you down one day, a serious, grave look on his face

it would be hard for him to look you in the eyes because he knows if he did it would make him weaker

with a calm, low voice he would break the news and explain himself

would only meet your gaze when you responded with silence, and as your eyes connect his heart would break...

oooo lemme know if you want a scenario about this

f = fiancé (how would they feel about commitment? how quick would they want to get married?)

commitment is a yes.

but like i said before, all in good time

chan wants to focus on his career. only when he is older will he consider actually getting married

but i am so convinced that chan will only go out with someone he sees him having a long-term relationship with. he's not the type to just date for the sake of it, he wants to be with someone who is willing to stick by him in the long run. loyalty is super important to him

g = gentle (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

so, so gentle.

we know what this man is like. he has such a naturally caring disposition, as well as being very emotionally intelligent

he's basically the human form of empathy so anytime you are feeling down or anxious he will notice and he will comfort you the best he can

in terms of being gentle physically, obviously he will make sure you are never in harm's way

the only time i can see him not being as gentle is if yall got into a tickle or pillow fight, he would restrain your arms and tickle you mercilessly istg-

beware of this one. he might look cute but once he's in a playful mood, stay on guard!

h = hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do it? what are their hugs like?)

chan is hands down the best hugger on the planet

that's not me just saying that, it's scientific fact

we know he loves hugs. he hugs his members all the time and even gives us stays a hug and the end of his lives

hugging chan would make you feel so safe and secure in his arms.

firm yet comforting, with his arms wrapped around your waist as you perch your chin on his shoulder

he's just such a softie hbfhdhnf

also appreciates back hugs too

like come up to him from behind, wrap your arms around his waist, and stroke his tummy whilst squishing the side of your face onto his back

he will turn into a giggly, blushing mess yk.

i = i love you (how fast do they say the L-word?)

trust and love go hand-in-hand for him

saying the beloved L-word would be a big deal for him. it's something he doesn't say that often despite being such a loving person

saying 'i love you' to someone leaves you feeling very vulnerable, like you're putting your heart out on the line. so when chan does say these three magic words, it will mean his feelings are sincere and lasting

and it means he trusts you with his heart. so please cherish it.

j = jealousy (how jealous do they get? what do they do when they're jealous?)

i feel like chan is pretty balanced in this sense?

like I know some people view him as Possessive-Werewolf-Alpha Daddy-Chan lmfao i'm so sorry or they view him as being super-duper carefree and not being jealous at all

but i kind of see a middle ground

i think the only time he will properly get jealous would be if you guys have had an argument and then you test his patience by flirting with someone else

depending on how subtle the flirting is, chan's jaw might clench as he looks on with a blank stare, eyebrows furrowing in amusement as he crosses his arms over his chest

just... don't test him like that, it's not worth it even though its very hawt

k = kisses (what are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss their partner? where do they like to be kissed?)

chan seems like the soft peck type of guy

he will leave little kisses on your lips, cheeks and forehead, partly because he thinks its cute and partly because he wants to tease you

he knows you want his plump, soft lips on placed on yours for much longer, so when you grab his jaw and smoosh your lips with his he grins playfully but softly into the kiss

idk he is very soft for you it's almost sickly sweet-

and yk when a partner rubs their nose with their partner's nose?

you best believe channie-boy is doing that

and sometimes he nuzzles his nose into your neck when he's sleepy and gives you tiny little neck kisses why do I do this to myself.

l = little ones (how are they around children?)

he loves children. he just thinks everything they do is adorable and he will do anything he asks them to do

acts like its his life goal to make the little ones laugh

he will pull random faces and tickle them just to earn a simple smile from them,. it fills his heart up with so much joy!

but if he makes a child cry then he takes it as a personal offence and reevaluates if he's a good person or not-

m = morning (how are mornings spent with them?)

if you watched the most recent chan's room with him being full of cold and his voice is like super low (he needs to rest dammit), well that's kinda what his voice sounds like when he wakes up

low and grumbly

he peaks at you with one eye open and smiles sleepily. lord knows he doesn't wanna get out of that bed but he knows he has to

will probably rope you into a workout or smth

just make sure he has breakfast before he leaves for work!

n = nights (how are nights spent with them?)

chan is more of a night person

meaning he stays up all night working and doesn't get back until the early hours of the morning

if you want to accompany him in the studio, he might protest and be like 'nooo you need your beauty sleep' but he will let it slide because he really enjoys your company

occasionally will put his work down to just talk to you about trivial things

when he gets really tired he will lean back in his chair, swivel round and look at you with a crooked smile.

"hey babe, do you wanna head home?"

once you're both home he will pull a blanket over both of you and cuddle you to his chest

you guys will either stay up all night talking more or drift off to sleep in each other's arms

o = open (when would they start revealing things about themselves?)

it takes time for chan to trust people

i think he mentioned in one of the 2 kids room episodes or smth like that that he doesn't trust people that easily or that quickly?

chan is obviously outgoing and friendly, and can pretty much speak to anyone and make friends easily

but actually trusting them takes time and energy. he will have an invisible guard up to protect himself from disappointment

however, as more time progress and he begins to trust his partner more, he will open up more and will become more vulnerable

p = patience (how easily angered are they?)

he has a lot of patience, usually

growing up pretty much taking care of the other 7 members, with all their many different personalities and opinions to consider, he wouldn't have lasted this long without patience

it would take chan a lot to get genuinely angry. sure, everyone gets irritated about petty things now and then. but if chan feels genuinely angry it would definitely be about something recurring and serious

q = quizzes (how much would they remember about their partner?)

he will remember cute, little, almost trivial stuff about you

but these things aren't trivial to him

no, he cherishes all this information. he knows what your favourite colour was when you were four. he knows you bought yourself an ice cream to cheer yourself up after a bad interview. he knows the ice-skating incident you had in 2016

he loves cute little things you tell him and will store them in his memory only to bring them up in conversation randomly at like 2am

r = remember (what is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

yk it's really hard for him to decide

you have become such an important person in his life that every moment with you is just *chefs kiss* perfect!

but one of his favourite moments he realises, looking back on your time together, is when you have fallen asleep on the couch in his studio

you were persistent in staying with him while he works, ignoring his gentle protests. you were catching up with work of your own, but as the hours progressed your eyelids felt heavier and heavier. you were consciously fighting the urge to sleep until you gave in, drifting off gently

so when chan turned around he was met with your cute, curled-up body, snoring softly. he wasn't surprised you fell asleep, but your sleeping form endeared him. a smile spread across his face as he chuckled softly, grabbing a blanket and tucking you in

why was this his favourite moment? it seems so simple. and it happens so frequently. but to him, these moments are when he realises how much he appreciates you. your comforting presence and need to take care of him makes him feel so loved and safe

s = security (how protective are they? would they like to be protected?)

very protective

i think most of his have seen that clip from the stray kids concert of chan's heartfelt speech, saying how he will protect all his members and all of us stays. protecting the ones he loves is clearly a priority of his

he would like to protect his partner in all aspects, but mainly from emotional harm

and he would like you to do the same for him. both of you protect each other from emotional harm because you guys support each other, giving each other a shoulder to cry on and a listening ear

t = try (how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

channie is romantic af

when he has the time, he loves putting in the effort and setting up cute little dates with you, like making your favourite meal for you

he considers you hanging out in his studio as a date, and soon studio dates become a regular thing for you both!

u = ugly (what would be some bad habits of theirs?)

we all know channie is a perfectionist

which isn't a bad thing

it just means that when things aren't up to scratch in his standards, he will beat himself up about it

he will get down about himself if he hasn't taken you on any special dates in a while, or he forgets a special anniversary etc...

so try to reassure him that he is enough, and that he's doing perfectly just how he is!

because sometimes your reassuring words can bring a lot of comfort to him <3

v = vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)

being an idol, chan is pretty much forced to care about the way he looks

we have seen on his past lives that he has shown distaste for the way he looks

he is human. he is like all of us

he has good days and bad days. one day he might feel hella confident in the way he looks as he freaking should but other days he will hide his face as much as he possibly can

which is ridiculous because he is the most handsomest man on the planet

w = whole (would they feel incomplete without you?)

so chan has a very mature approach to relationships

he believes that two people should be complete as individuals, maturing and accepting who they are and relying on themselves before they get into a relationship

that way, you have two healthy individuals trying their best instead of one relying on the other or not reciprocating the same effort or amount of love

did that make any sense lmfao

the point I'm trying to make is doesn't see it as being 'incomplete' without you. but rather, he feels like he is a much, much better version of himself when he is with you

x - xtra (a random headcanon for them.)

chan loves you in his hoodies

that's it, that's all i gotta say

he just gets so endeared by the fact that you want to wear them

the first time you stole one of his favourite black hoodies, he chuckled

"do you want me to buy you one like that? it looks so cute on you!"

he will poke your cheeks and cuddle you while you explain that you like his hoodies because they smell like him :(

then he'll understand, and will basically give you free rein to take his hoodies so long as you don't spill anything on them

y = yuck (what are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?)

in general, chan doesn't like people who are completely selfish and only look out for their self-interests

or if they have no sense of compassion or empathy

he's fine with tough love, don't get me wrong, but someone who is devoid of empathy or makes no effort to understand someone else's point of view is someone chan tends to avoid

z = zzz (what is a sleep habit of theirs?)

his sleeping habit is... he has no sleeping habits

my man doesn't sleep

okay, okay so when he does actually sleep he snores, we know this

likes to cuddle something when he sleeps so having you in his arms would be of great comfort!

also he said on bubble he tends to sleep naked nowadays so i will leave that one with you-

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itsohh · 3 months

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Popstar MK1 Intros

A/N: Now I've finished off Electra Heart heres some intros set after it. This focus's on popstar reader being in costume when they come to fight + them still being in their relationship with Johnny.

Fighters: Johnny Cage, Kenshi Takahashi, Smoke, Liu Kang, Shang Tsung

Warnings: None

Intros Part 1 Electra Heart

Johnny: Oh ho-ho-ho gotta say babe that is a great look on you. I always said that the big screen never captured how truly hot I am but I think it also applies to you.

You: Eyes up here Johnathan. I'm not a doll for you to gawk at.

Johnny: Oh fuck that's hot.

Johnny: After this can I eat-

You: Not another word.

Johnny: Ooo you're so dominant in character, should wear that to bed. I might even leave a little bit on you at the end of the night.

You: Hmp.

You: Wait-wait-wait. Ah fuck lemme take these heel's off I can't keep fighting in costume. This was made to sing in no fight.

Johnny: Hey, hey if your feet are hurting go for it. There's no rush, I can wait. Last thing I want is you hurting.

Johnny: Have you written any songs about me perhaps?

You: Oh this is kind of embarrassing, but try an album.

Kenshi: Flashy.

You: And impractical.

Kenshi: When I see you like this it really makes me realize how much you and Johnny are a match made in heaven.

You: Kenshi you're literally blind.

Kenshi: I think any blind man can see how bright the sequins are on that dress.

Kenshi: Why the name Nightingale?

You: It's a long story.

Kenshi: You always say your stage self is a character you play but I've yet to hear any difference.

You: That's ‘cause that shits embarrassing off stage. I can get away with Johnny because… I mean look at him.

Kenshi: Johnny said you wrote an album about him. He hasn't shut up about it.

You: Yeah might have dropped the ball confessing that one.

Smoke: Woah I can't believe your- woah.

You: I'm surprised you're familiar with my work actually.

Smoke: Of course, it's a bit of a guilty pleasure but I loved your second album.

You: You know if you're ever free your welcome to tag along to one of my concerts and hit up backstage or front row whatever you prefer.

Smoke: Really?

You: Anytime! I always let my friends hang out.

Smoke: Your outfit is more stunning in person than I could have possibly imagined.

You: Yeah but the glitter gets everywhere.

Smoke: I remember your fourth album got scrapped, how come?

You: My fucking manager rejected it. Too off brand.

Smoke: Johnny's always talking about bad managers, have you tried talking to him about your situation.

You: ...I haven't. My manager isn't terrible but maybe I should.

You: The timeline you come from, was I like this?

Liu Kang: Admittedly I didn't know you very well.

You: Were we not friends in your timeline? Is that why titan me didn't answer your summon?

Liu Kang: You died man years prior, you were forced to come back only to see Johnny mourning his second wife.

You: So me and Johnny have always been together?

Liu Kang: That I don't know.

You: Am I destined to die again? So that Johnny can remarry?

Liu Kang: That is not what I have planned for you.

Liu Kang: In my timeline you were always in costume. You fought dressed like this all the time.

You: Fuck that. I can barely get through one fight in these shoes.

You: Why change up my destiny? Why not make Johnny happy with his second wife?

Liu Kang: I didn't decide on who you should love. I might have put you in the right place at the right time but that was all you.

Shang Tsung: Well well, this is certainly a change.

You: Don't worry, you're still the king of costumes you fucking snake.

Shang Tsung: You wound me dear.

Shang Tsung: It's a shame you chose to work with these imbeciles-

You: Don't even bother trying to manipulate me. I've been in Hollywood long enough.

You: At least I'll look good, at least I'll look good-

Shang Tsung: What are you mumbling? Don't be afraid to speak up. I don't bite- hard.

You: THESE HEELS MIGHT HURT BUT AT LEAST ILL LOOK GOOD BEATING YOUR ASS

Shang Tsung: It's curious the way your people worship you, for music alone…

You: You could always give it up and come a musician instead of the whole ‘murdering everyone with souls’ thing you do.

Shang Tsung: Hahaha, you truly are an entertainer aren't you?

You: Let's get this over and done with.

Shang Tsung: So eager to meet your demise?

You: Had a long concert today- kinda wanna go nap.

#johnny cage x reader #johnny cage #mk1 x reader #mortal kombat #posted on mobile so rip my formatting

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caramelcleopatraa · 4 months

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ii. SUIT & TIE

word count: 2,000~

x: fiiiinally finished with this. currently working on part 3 now :p next chapter is gonna be SKRAIT SMUT. IT'S NEW YEARRRS EEVEEE!

content: Mafia!Roman Reigns x Designer!Reader, suggestive themes ( gets moderately steamy ;) )

Your Work Outfit ( With white forces cause girl didn't have any shoes on ) & your personal dressing room.

The lingering scent of vanilla spread throughout the room. The design is much different than the modern style that the rest of the store had. It was your own personal dressing room, so you wanted something different than the modern styles that you would usually go for. You told Roman to sit down and make himself comfortable while you fetched some extra materials that you needed for the appointment. You grabbed a pen, some paper, and your second laptop you used for work from your bag

“Can’t believe I have THE Roman Reigns in my store,” You said, while smirking. Your fingers typed away at your computer, getting ready to record measurements and adjustments from your client. A soft, flexible pink measuring tape hung loosely around your neck. Roman shrugged his shoulders and said “Apparently you’re the best and you do good work.” You turned your attention to Roman after setting your computer up to record numbers and notes needed for the appointment. “Correction, I am the best and I do amazing work,” You said, playfully elongating your sentence.

“Alright c’mere, lemme measure you sweetheart.” You said to Roman, motioning him to come over to you. “Sweetheart?” He asks, in an inquisitive tone. “Sorry, habit.” You waved it off. You have a habit of calling people names and you have to make sure that you keep it professional. He closes the distance between you both and looks down at you.

“I like it, keep calling me that.” You blushed from his comment. You slightly giggled and continued to measure him. First his bust, then his waist, and then his hips. His breathing was calming and substituted as music in the quiet room. You walked around his large frame and put the tape measure against the back of his shoulders. “His shoulders are so broad.” You spoke to yourself, not knowing that he would hear what you said. “Thank you princess.”

“Oh shit, you heard that?” Roman laughs at your comment and your surprised face.

“I thought that the best designer in the south had a little more bite than this,” Roman instigated. Your eyebrow raised as you recorded his measurements on your computer. “Don’t confuse me bein professional, for being scared now.” As you finished your sentence, there was a knock on your door. Your right hand lady was standing at the door handing you your favorite cold drink. “Thank you so much Madison, I needed this,” You say as you take the drink from her hands. “No problem girli- oh my god is that Roman?” He turned his head to face the direction of the commotion. You gave her a stern look while she teasingly raised her eyebrow. Madison wedged her foot between the door while you tried to push it shut. “Oooohh you should make a move on him.” ‘so everyone wants to just fucking embarrass me today!’

“GIRL- if you don’t move your foot i’m gonna crush it.” Even though the blush wasn't visible, your face was starting to heat up. You were so focused on getting Madison's foot away from the door that you didn't notice Roman standing up and making his way to you. You and Madison struggle for dominance over the door until Roman comes behind you. “Now this isn’t very professional, is it Ms. Semele?” Roman said with a smug look on his face, staring down at you. Madison smirks at you and tries to hide her laughter. You scowl under your breath and finally kick her foot from between the door and slam it. You were catching your breath before realizing what position you were in. Your back was against the door and Roman stood dead in front of you. You smirk and look straight into his eyes. “Not very professional, is it Mr. Reigns?” Romans deep chuckle sent tingles down your spine. His right hand creeped around your body and pushed your bodies together by the small of your back. His forearm remained on your lower back while his hand reached down to cup your ass, earning a gasp from you. “From the look you're givin’ me, I don't think you care about professionalism right now,” Roman whispers into your ear, while placing his left hand on the door above you. You attempt to speak, but he grabs your ass again and your mouth lays agape from Roman’s touch. A moan threatened to leave your lips, so you quickly bit your lip to restrain yourself. “I know you’re supposed to be fitting me, but I'm tryna eat that pussy.” Roman’s baritone voice makes you shiver and you look at him in shock. “So, how about we complete this and I can satisfy you princess,” Roman whispers once more in your ear before backing away from you. A knock startles you and you turn your attention to the ground. You grab the door knob behind you and face Aahkilah. “Did you want me to get the suits for you?” “Oh yes please, if you don’t mind, here are the measurements.” She takes the notepad that you jotted on and goes to retrieve the samples that you had prepared the night before.

A minute later, she rolls in a silver rack with a black suit, a black suit with red paisley decals, and a red suit. On the edge of the rack were a collection of different ties that went with each suit. You thanked her and she made her exit, but not before flirtatiously waving at Roman on her way out. He paid her no mind though, and paid more attention to the clothes that were presented before him. “Woah, you had this all set up for me?” He asks, holding his hand to his heart. You laugh from his silly gesture and respond. “I just inferred your measurements from pictures and made samples based on your favorite colors. Trinity gave me that info.” You grab the red suit and grab a black tie. A little flashy, but you wanted to try this one first to see how it fits him. “Okay, try this one first. I’ll be waiting out here and you can give me your opinion when you come out,” You say, as he nods and takes the piece of red clothing from your hands. His big hand overshadowed yours as he held onto the hanger and disappeared into the dressing room. You didn't realize how big his hands were until now. You waved away your thoughts and continued to do extra work while waiting for him to finish.

“What do you think, expert?” Roman stood on the other side of the room tugging and pulling on his suit jacket. You walked in front of him to get a clear view of how he looks. The suit fitted him nicely, but the waist needed to be taken in just a little bit. “You look good, but the waist is a little loose. Do you want me to adjust it?” He nodded at your comment and you instructed him to take off his suit jacket. He takes it off and hands it to you, but you were busy staring at him. His muscular arms strains the black button up shirt and his slacks fit just right around his thighs. He fixed his sleeves while you stood there observing his body. “See something you like?” His voice interrupted your thoughts and you looked up at him. You wanted to challenge him, but your mouth wouldn’t move. You didn’t have anything to say to him. His presence alone made you flustered, and you had never met someone that could make you so distracted. You almost felt nervous when you were this close to him. You were actually flabbergasted. “Remember our deal, pretty girl?” You maintained eye contact and communicated with him through head nods. He chuckles at your current state and points at the suit jacket in your hand. “Weren’t you gonna do something with that?” You look down at your hands and say “Riight. Hold on a second.” You pull on the elastic band to tighten the waist area. You held up the jacket to see if it made a difference and then told him to hold his arms out by his side. You walked behind him and pulled the jacket over his arms and shoulders and continued adjusting it. “Ok, How about that?” He looks at the vertical mirror and smirks. “I like it. Imma keep it.” You smile at his comment and walk over to the rack and adjust the other suits accordingly.

He tries on the other two suits and decides to keep all of them. This appointment went more successful than you thought. All of the designs you picked were ones that he liked. You tell Madison to start making the custom suits and Aahkilah takes the suits to the factory. You let out a sigh and face Roman. “Ok, anything else?” You ask him. He walks towards the door and locks it. He turns around and makes eye contact with you. At first you were confused by his actions until you remembered what he said at the start of the appointment. “Lay back on the seat,” He says, and you quickly obliged. “Hmm she’s obedient.” You roll your eyes at his comment and tilt your head back on the edge of the seat. “Are you gonna start doing something or you just gonna stand there?” Your sudden attitude made Roman smile and he walked towards the seat. He kneels at the end of the seat, letting his hands creep up to your body. “Now where was all of this 15 minutes ago?” He asks teasingly while rubbing up and down your thigh.

“I had a job to do, sir,” You say dismissively, trying your best to dissolve the current conversation. He chuckles into himself and you raise your eyebrow at his reaction. “What’s so funny?”

“For you to have a job to do, you love getting distracted,” He says, still massaging your thighs. “Because you kept tempting me. And you knew what you were doing.” You smirked at him and put your hands on top of his. “Is that a problem?” He lowers his head down to your calves and kisses them tenderly. You let out a contempt sigh and relax into his kisses. He slowly works his way up your legs. From your calves, to your knees, to your soft thighs. His hands push your legs apart and he pulls you closer to him by your knees. He takes off your shoes, then your socks, then he helps you out of your leggings. “Didn't know that you were such a gentleman,” you say provokingly, causing him to look at you sternly. “I know how to please a woman, sweetheart.” Before you could answer with a rebuttal, he ran his middle finger down your wetness. A soft gasp leaves your mouth as you tilt your head back again. “You’ve been this wet this entire time? Should’ve said something princess.” His index finger dips into your pussy while his thumb rubs your clit. Your hips move on their own, grinding against his hand. He quickly spanks the inside of your thigh and you let out a little yelp. “Stay still or I'll stop.” You let out a frustrated moan, earning you another slap and he rubs the red area of your sensitive skin.

“Now you gon’ let me take care of you?”

“Yes,” you moaned weakly.

“Good. Eyes on me while I eat this pussy.”

I don't have much to say but thank you soooo so much for the support lovelies <3 more stuff to come!

~ your hippie author

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thelov3lybookworm · 4 months

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Husband Lucien Drabble/headcanon (?)

A/n: so, as we all know how delulu i am for lulu, i like to pretend and imagine that my future partner would be the exact copy paste of lulu (please dont break my lil delulu world, i know this is highly improbable).

this lil thing is based off of a lil tiktok i saw of a dude (i dont know his name, but im pretty sure he was some actor) in an interview, and he gets a call from his wife (or partner, im not sure) and he literally pauses the interview to have a lil chat with his wifey and tells the audience to say hi too then ends the call with a lil i love you and i thought it was soo cute 🥺

and of course, i couldnt resist writing this thing

(if we wat this for the other bois, lemme know 😉)

•○🌑○•

Lucien's pov.

The meeting was going very well, and Lucien wondered why he had been so stressed out about it.

This would be a huge opportunity for his business, and he had been nervous about it, the fear of it not going well eating him alive.

Of course, Y/n was always there to soothe his worries, but he could not help but stay up long after she had gone to sleep, snoring softly, cuddled up in his arms, and fear he was nothing but the disappointment his father and brothers believed him to be.

But it seemed all his fears were in vain, because as soon as he stepped in the meeting room an hour ago, everything had to be going great.

The important official from the company Lucien was going to be partnered with- if all went well- opened her mouth, a seductive glint in her eyes, and turned to Lucien.

She had been doing that since the meeting started, and Lucien had realised she was trying to flirt with him within the first five minutes.

But she didn't get the opportunity to speak, as Lucien's phone rang at that exact moment.

The contact that flashed across the screen of his phone brought out a huge grin on his face.

My lady.

Lucien was no into the lady and lord thing, but Y/n was, and so he saved her contact as that.

Everyone paused, looking between Lucien and his phone, and he gave them an apologetic grin. "It's my wife. Hope you don't mind if I answer the call."

Lucien watched the woman's face go slack in shock, before an embarrassed blush spread on her face.

Lucien turned away slightly, ignoring his friends' glares, and answered the call.

He had never ignored her calls, and he was not going to now, meeting be damned.

"Hello, darling." Lucien mumbled.

"Oh, hi Lucien." She sounded relieved. "I thought I might have interrupted you. Have you drank enough water today?"

Lucien tried to fend off the grin that climbed on his face.

"Yes love, I drank two bottles of water from morning till now."

"Good. Wait- what time was your meeting going to start?"

"At twelve o'clock."

Lucien waited as she drew her conclusion.

"It's one o'clock now." A pause. "Has the meeting ended?"

"No."

"What? You are talking to me in the middle of the meeting right now?" Her voice increased in pitch.

"Yes."

"Oh my god Lucien, why would you do that!"

"Because you called?"

Y/n heaved a heavy sigh. "Lucien." Despite her exasperated tone, he could hear the smile in her voice, and he smiled.

"I'll call you later. Text me after you're done with the meeting."

He grinned again. "Sure love."

"Bye." She was definitely grinning now. "Love you."

"Love you too, my lady. Bye."

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pretty-blkgirl · 6 months

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Minho Day

//gn!reader x Minho//

Synopsis: You reminisce a little on your and your boyfriend’s relationship

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None (unless you count a little bit of swearing)

A/N: It’s our Lee Know’s birthday!!!! Y’all I love this man so much I don’t think you understand 😭 Fun fact: both Lee Know and I were born on the 25th of October 😌 So Happy Birthday to me too (at least in Korea lmao). Trust and believe I’ll be putting out another story tomorrow for my birthday 🫶🏾

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“Be careful” Minho sighs, watching closely as you attempt to cut the Kimchi you just prepared. You move carelessly with the scissors, almost catching your fingers in the blades before he takes them from you.

“Lemme do it love, you go make your lemonade”

You nod and stand up from the seat at the dining room table to go into the kitchen. Once there, you start grabbing the ingredients for your homemade strawberry lemonade.

You can hear Minho humming in the room, a new song Chan helped him write last week. You remember him excitedly calling you down to the studio to listen to it.

It was perfect, so romantic and intimate. It wasn’t until the song finished that he revealed it was about you. You cried maybe 4 times as you listened to the song on repeat.

Minho always did little romantic stuff like that. On your first date, he took you to a fancy restaurant and then on a nice, long walk in the park.

After he took you home, he stayed up all night clutching his chest as his heart started to fill with unwavering love for you. He was so embarrassed that he had already fallen head over heels.

He couldn’t wait to see you again, so he got up at 2 AM and went back to your house, standing outside your window with a speaker, blasting the playlist he made for you.

You were, obviously, very confused when you woke up to a random cheesy love song playing outside, but when you walked to the window, opened it, and peered out to see Minho, you could only giggle at his antics.

He would spend the next few days apologizing to your neighbors and roommates for waking them up. He honestly didn’t know what came over him, he just had to go see you.

He was so far gone when it came to you. All thought and logic went out the door when he started to think of you. He was a fool for you, and vice versa.

On your first anniversary, he decided to take you horseback riding.

It was a trainwreck

He stepped in horse poop, and almost fell off the horse one time so he was scared to get back on, it started storming even though the forecast predicted a low chance of rain, and you guys got a flat tire on your way back home.

He felt so defeated as you two sat in the car on the side of the road, completely soaked from the sudden rain storm.

“I’m sorry baby” He sighs, looking over at you with the saddest eyes. You could only smile largely, taking his hand and kissing it.

“Sorry? For what? I had so much fun!”

He looks taken aback, but his shock is quickly replaced with a look of relief.

“You did? How? Everything went wrong”

“Nuh-uh!” You disagree, “The horses were so sweet! And I got to ride them for a whole hour before it started raining. The horse’s owner was able to clean your shoes for you, and it was so romantic to be caught out in the rain”

“Romantic?” He repeats, “How is this romantic babe?”

“I don’t know! You always see couples dancing and kissing in the rain in movies, it’s cute”

He smiles softly at you before looking out the window to see the rain still falling.

“It’ll be a while before Chan Hyung can get here with a spare tire,” He says, “How about we take advantage of this romantic moment?”

You watch as he goes to his phone and finds the playlist he made for you a while back. He puts on the most romantic song he can find, and puts it on through the radio.

He then turns it up loud enough to where you can hear it from outside the car. He gets out of the car and runs to your side to open your door.

“May I have this dance?” He asks, making you roll your eyes playfully. He holds out his hand and you take it, allowing him to help you out of the car.

You two start to dance on the empty road, hoping no one comes and ruins your moment.

You get through 4 songs before Chan pulls up with Hyunjin (who immediately starts snapping photos of you two).

That was when you realized Minho would do anything for you. He would do anything to make you happy, and you would do anything for him as well.

Before you know it, you’re done with your lemonade, and you walk back into the dining room with a full pitcher. Minho is finishing setting up the table when he sees you.

“Baby I missed you,” He says dramatically, which would usually make you laugh but you could only cry when you thought about how much he means to you.

He was your absolute everything. You never knew you could experience a love so beautiful, so powerful, and so unconditional.

He started to panic when he saw the tears run down your face. He took the pitcher from your hands and set it down, staring at you with pure concern.

“What’s the matter, baby? What happened?”

“Nothing,” You say through sniffles, “I was just…”

You sigh and he runs your back, silently encouraging you.

“I was thinking about some of our memories and….you mean so much to me. I love you so much that it scares me.”

He stares a bit more before chuckling

“You’re crying because you love me? I thought you fucked up the lemonade or something”

You groan and playfully punch him in the arm. You knew he was only joking so you would stop crying

And it worked

“In case you didn’t know” He started, “I love you so much that it scares the shit out of me too. Now wipe your tears and come eat with me”

You find it ironic that he tells you to wipe away your tears because he’s wiping your face before you can even lift your hand.

You two take a seat across from each other at the rather small table. Immediately you start to talk and joke around with one another.

Everything just felt so good, so right.

When you two were done eating, he sat back in his chair and set his hands in his stomach to signify he was full.

“Dinner was a great baby” You say

“Thanks, babe, I made most of it”

You laugh again before getting up and going into the kitchen to find the present you were hiding in the cabinet and pull out the small cake you had gotten him earlier from the fridge.

You walk back into the dining room to see Minho send you a smirk

“For me?” He asks with a hand over his chest.

You smile, setting the cake down in front of him and putting the present on the floor. After a quick happy birthday song, you kiss his cheek and whisper;

“Happy birthday baby”

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wishfullyeternal · 6 months

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William Afton x Reader

A/N- What up guys it's me again, college is awful and I hate every second of it. Anyway, watched the FNAF movie and had an absolute AWAKENING in the theatre. This does not follow the lore (bc I am lazy and stupid), so don't comment on that lol. Debating on making this nsfw or not, haven't decided yet, so if you like it lemme know. Y'all are awesome :) (There will be a part 2, and possibly a part 3, I already have most of it written just need to edit it)

Words- 1,662

Warnings- Language, mentions of murder/crimes

You stared up at the neon lights, illuminating the wet ground below. The lights reflected onto the puddles, and you found yourself zipping up your jacket to escape the frigid wind. At least the storm was finally subsiding.

Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria

The building wasn't particularly cutting-edge, and the sign definitely had a bit of wear and tear on it, but it was good enough for now. You just needed a job, and quick. You didn't know how many more times you could ask for just one more day to your landlord.

You took a deep breath and pushed open the obviously marked pull door.

Embarrassing.

Regaining what little dignity you had left, you went up to the counter and spoke to a very chipper teenager, who seemed like she genuinely enjoyed her job.

"Hello! Welcome to Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria, what can I help you with?"

You, a bit startled, took a second to respond.

"Yeah, I had an interview a couple of days ago for an opening? Today is my first day..."

"Oh, awesome! Come this way!" She exits from behind the counter and leads you through a maze of tables, past a door that says Employees Only in big red print. You finally arrived at an office door at the end of the hallway, it was noticeably less...Cheerful. The floors had changed to concrete, and the walls were not adorned with bright paint. Instead, it was a drab yellow, with slightly peeling wallpaper.

"Wait here just a second," She says, and goes inside the office, speaking quietly to whoever is inside. You assumed it was the man you spoke with before when interviewing for the job, you thought his name was Henry, but you weren’t sure. You took a deep breath and it caught in your throat as the lady from before opened the door quite quickly.

“He will see you now!” She said, smiling at you. You took the handle of the door and opened it, stepping inside. The floor had changed to carpet, and the office looked quite cozy. It was adorned with many pictures of the grand opening, different groups of kids posing in front of various animatronics, and even a yellow bunny posing with a little girl. That one was the most worn down and yellowed. Like it had been taken out of its frame and looked at multiple times, before being shoved back in.

The man noticed your silence and motioned for you to sit down. This was not the same man from before, this man was a bit more serious, and his voice was soft yet commanding at the same time.

“Welcome to Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria! My name is William Afton, co-owner and founder. You probably met Henry, correct?” The man smiled, he had a few permanent wrinkles, especially towards his eyes, and wore a (quite frankly) ugly yellow dress shirt that was a tiny bit too big. Probably due to his height, he looked tall just sitting down. His tie was a muted purple, and he clasped his hands together on the desk, looking at you with sharp silver eyes. To be honest, he was a bit intimidating. He loomed over you even when sitting across from you at the desk, and there was no way he was less than six feet tall. When he moved the coffee cup next to him out of the way, you noticed the way his hands engulfed the cup. They were big too. This man was just, large.

“Uh, yeah, I spoke to Henry on the phone and we had an interview a couple of days ago, he said I could start today in the prize corner…” You trailed off, your small voice echoing off the walls.

“Well then, here’s some paperwork for you to fill out and I’ll pair you with Barbara today for your first day of training. Normally we do about two weeks of training and then you’ll be an official Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria team member! Exciting, isn’t it?”

You nodded, looking at him gathering the papers from random places around his desk, even his hands engulfed the papers. He pushed up his glasses and fumbled around for a pen. His desk was extremely neat, and you assumed that William knew exactly where everything was, and exactly how it should be. He definitely ran this place like a Navy ship.

“Thank you,” You said, grabbing the paperwork and beginning to fill it out. William excused himself from the room and left you there alone, to do the paperwork, and only the paperwork.

You definitely weren’t going to snoop around a bit. I mean, how could you not? This place had an air of something strange. Like something had gone horribly wrong. You scribbled down more nonsense on the pieces of paper. One question caught your attention.

Are you scared of animatronics, marionettes, or other children’s toys?

Huh? You thought to yourself, what a strange question. You guess it made sense, you were going to be around them a lot, and it wouldn’t be a good fit for the company if you were terrified of them, but then, why would you even apply? You tucked away that information for later, perhaps you would ask him. Finally, you finished the paperwork and got up from the chair. You were careful and calculated in your steps. The first thing you went over to was the picture. You took it off the shelf and squinted at it. There was someone in a golden bunny costume, and a little girl, no more than eight, beside him. His hand was draped over her shoulder, and she had a gleaming smile. The words Fredbear’s Family Diner were up at the top, and it looked like this place had just opened. It was a cute picture, but something felt off. The girl was a tiny bit too far away from the man in the bunny suit, you then realized that the man in the bunny suit must have been close to seven feet tall. He was quite literally towering over her. You put the picture back, making sure the angle of the picture was just how you found it a minute prior. You then went over to Williams's desk and opened up the first drawer. Pens, pencils, post-it notes, staples, and write-up citation notices were in the drawer. That was extremely normal. You weren’t sure why you were convinced you were going to find something. The man had been nothing but normal. Absolutely normal.

Maybe he was too normal. You closed that drawer and opened up the second, it was filled to the brim with different notebooks, picture books, and other random stacks of papers. You then tried to open the third. It was locked.

Locked? You thought, what reason would he have to lock a desk drawer? You pulled at it more, but nothing budged. There was, however, a tiny sliver where you could see through, and to be honest, you couldn’t see much of anything.

Something reflected the light, something yellow. Dirty. It smelled like polyester and a hint of something else. You couldn’t tell. You then decided to go back to your chair and gaze around the room more. Thank god you did, because the door opened back up about a minute later.

“All done?” He quips, you nod, and he sits back down on the desk and takes the paperwork, looking over it.

“Looks good, I’ll lead you to Barbara at the prize corner, and she’ll teach you the ropes.” He smiled gently, and you smiled back. He opened the door and held it open for you, before leading you through the maze again, footsteps loud on the concrete.

“Thanks for the job, Mr.Afton, it really means a lot to me.” You spoke quietly, he hadn’t heard you.

“Hm?” He sighs,

“Sorry, my hearing isn’t what it used to be, being around loud arcade games for years definitely hasn’t helped. What did you say?”

You stammered, now obviously embarrassed.

“Thanks for the job Mr.Afton, I really appreciate it,” William smiled, then held out his hand for you to shake. You did, and his hands were probably twice your size. It was firm, but kind.

“Happy to have you on the team… And please, William will do,” He led you towards Barbara, and she greeted you with as much excitement as the teenager at the front did earlier, her ginger hair shone in the backlights of the prize corner. She seemed proud of her prize display and was eager to show it off to you.

She took you through your first day, and it was a breeze. She explained the ticket counter, the prizes, how easiest to remember how many tickets each prize required, and taught you how to deal with problematic children. You couldn’t have asked for a better co-worker. However, something changed when you asked a relatively simple question.

“So what is Fredbear’s Family Diner?” Barbara froze, and her blue eyes widened in the tiniest of ways. If you hadn’t been staring at her eyes, you would have missed it entirely. She smiled again, and you could tell something was wrong. She grabbed at her tie and loosened it a bit, like she was uncomfortable. You felt like you had crossed an invisible line, or gone past obviously marked caution tape. Barbara spoke gently, and carefully.

“It was the restaurant Mr.Afton and Mr.Emily had first, it was closed down due to electrical issues.” You decided not to push further, it was obvious that she didn’t want to talk about it. Why though? You thought, trying to make sense of it. If William had a picture of it in his office, it must have meant something to him, why close it down and open something that would basically be the same? What happened?

The rest of the day went smoothly, and you went home with a lot more questions than before.

How could a pizzeria hide so many secrets?

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celabi · 2 years

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[10:29 AM] — Haitani Rindou. Drunk rinnie <3 this is so sloppy omg, pure fluff btw.

Your eyes dart from the wooden bar below you and towards your right when you hear the stool next to you being pulled out, and a person sitting down.

“H-hey there sweetheart—” he has to pause his sentence when a hiccup bubbles from his throat, and his already flush cheeks turn redder in embarrassment. ‘Did you hear that?’ Of course you did, it was pretty loud.

“What’re youuu doing here alone? Hopefully you’re single?” He tries to give you a flirty grin— but his loopy eyes make it look like he’s falling asleep. His sweaty, purple hair casts down his neck— and he flicks it back over his shoulder in a sloppy attempt at wooing you, is it working? He hopes so.

“Hello… how much have you had to drink?” You have to bite back your giggle when he stretches his arms out wide, his own laughter entering your ears.

“T-this much!” He nearly falls off his seat when he sacks something with his hand from on the other side of the counter, but managed to stay seated with a grip to your thigh. His laughter stops, and for someone who always have something to say back— he’s quiet. It’s like he’s not even there, just staring down at your legs with a blank expression. “Hmm.”

You blink in confusion, about to as him what’s wrong when his hand starts to rub your skin. You follow his gaze as you watch his ringed finger traces circles over your flesh— the cold metal over his wedding ring sending shivers up your spine.

“You…” his eyebrows furrow in concentration. “You have very smooth legs, I-I don’t think— don’t think my girlfriend would like me touching you like this.” Even though what he says is true, his hand makes no movement to pull away.

“Oh? And where is your girlfriend right now?” You raise your eyebrow at him in curiosity, and watch him struggle to pull his phone out of his pant pocket— dropping his keys and wallet onto the floor in the process.

“S-shit, lemme call her!” He slurs, his eyes look so glossy you’re unsure wether he can see the screen or not— but still, he fumbles with his passcode a couple times before letting out a ‘yes!’ when it opens.

“Oh no…” he mutters, his lips quiver as if he’s about to break out in tears. Slowly, his gaze looks from the mobile and into your amused ones, a bead of sweat rolls down his face. “i- I forgot her phone numberrrrr.”

“Oh, do you have her saved in your contacts?” He lights up at this, quickly— he uses his index finger to tap away at the screen as if he was an old man, scrolling through the list of people until he found what he wanted.

“Here! It’s under ‘My queen.’ I’ll call her okay? Be quiet.” He goes to put his finger to his lips in a ‘shh’ motion— but misses his lips completely. You nod, watching him press his phone to his cheek before moving it to where it should be— hovering over his ear.

A few rings later is when your own phone starts to buzz in your purse, and now you do laugh when Rindou looks at you in confusion. “You gonna answer that?”

Rindou’s mouth drops open when you pull it out and show him the contact name. ‘My king’ is displayed on the screen before you answer it, copying his actions and putting it to your ear.

“Hello sweetheart, I see you’ve really had a lot to drink, why don’t we head home?” It takes a few seconds for your words to register in his mind, before his whole face lights up in happiness.

“You’re my girlfriend!” You held his steady as his stumbles up from his seat, gripping onto his broad shoulders for dear life as he tries to pull you to the dance floor. “Cmon, I’ll introduce you to my brother!”

“Rindou!” You laugh, tugging his hand back and pulling him to the exit sign, “There’s no need for that.” You manage to stuff his belongings into his pockets before pulling away the alcoholic drink he picked up and away from his lips. “Seriously, let’s go home now. Okay?”

He nods with a love sick smile, following along with no complaints and towards the shofar that was already waiting for you both. He dives into the back door head first, and he giggles when your hands land on his ass to shove the rest of his body in to car.

“Thanks.” He finally says when your both seated and driving home, he turns his gaze from the scenery outside and towards the top of your head, which rested on Rindou’s shoulder. “You’re the best girlfriend I could ever ask for.”

“Rindou… I’m your wife.”

“Oh… cool.”

#[🐯]#tokyo rev x reader #Rindou #rindou haitani x reader #rindou haitani #Haitani Rindou #tokyo revengers #tr x reader #Tokyo rev x reader #tr fluff #Tokyo revengers x reader fluff #tr x female reader #tokyo revengers x female reader #Rindou x female reader

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itsbeeble · 1 year

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Salty and Sweet (Sour: true ending)

Summary: A final confrontation, a final chance. You've made your choice, but how might others feel about it?

Genre: Angst, fluff, smut

WC: 4.1k (oops)

Pairings: song mingi x afab!reader, jung wooyoung x afab!reader

Notes: First off THANK YOU ALL FOR 200 FOLLOWERS ILYSM!!! Second! Thank you for sticking with this little series and being so supportive! This is the final part, and I hope you all enjoy it! Warnings are under the cut!

ALL PARTS: pt 1: Sour | pt 2: Bittersweet | pt 3: Tangy | true ending | alt ending

Warnings: Mentions of blood, Mingi and Wooyoung fight (physical), very suggestive at the beginning!!!, hair pulling, minor choking, oral (m and fem receiving), degradation, unprotected sex (don't take after their example! Stay safe kids!), breast play, creampie, minor marking I think, rough sex. I think that's it but lemme know if I missed something!!

You can feel him watching you. Across the room, tucked in a corner. He’s watching you and Wooyoung talk to each other, get closer to each other. You know he watches Wooyoung’s hand brush your arm. You don’t look at him, though. You keep your gaze on the man in front of you, chills running up your arm where he touches you.

“You’re extra flirtatious tonight,” you comment softly, just barely audible to the two of you over the pulsing base coming from the speakers. Wooyoung smiles and leans down to you.

“Am I now?” His breath fans the side of your face, and you can’t help the way you lean into him when he pulls back. A quiet laugh, and you tuck your chin down out of embarrassment.

She’s already moving on?

What a fucking bitch.

I’m glad Mingi finally saw that she wasn’t worth it.

Your heart lurches, you blink back the tears in your eyes. Four months later, and you’re still the talk of the university. Four months of whispers, of jeers, of Mingi letting people believe that you were the villain of this story. Oh, how you’d like to tell them the truth. That you were nothing but a bet to him, and you were able to accept that and move on when he wouldn’t.

“Hey,” Wooyoung slips a finger under your chin, tilting your head up so you would look at him. “Ignore them. They’re not worth your time or energy anymore.”

“You make it sound like they were worth my time in the first place.” He smiles. “Besides, I have someone to focus my…energy on.” A quirk of his eyebrow, a sly smirk.

“And who might that be?” He’s leaning towards you, and you back up knowing he’d follow you. He follows you until you’ve backed yourself against the wall and he’s close enough that you can feel the gentle brushes of his breath on your cheek.

“Curious, are you?” His hands are on your hips, thumbs running circles against the clothed skin.

“Just a bit.” His lips are brushing against yours under the flashing lights, casting shadows around the two of you. If anyone really notices the two of you, they don’t say anything. Or maybe they do, and they just choose to move on. Too drunk to care, to high to figure out what’s really happening.

The first light press of his lips against yours has you swimming with emotions. It’s quick, not quite hesitant but not quite confident. Testing the waters, not rushing into it like you had with Mingi. It’s experimental, testing to see if you’d pull away or pull him closer. You like the way his lips taste. He tastes sweet, like cherries. There’s a slight salty taste to his lips, as well as lime from the shots he’d taken earlier and you can’t help but crave more.

The second kiss is deeper, and you decide on the latter, grabbing onto his jacket. His lips move smoothly against yours, and his hands squeeze against your hips, digging into your skirt and tugging you toward him. You’re both growing desperate for each other. The days you’ve spent together, the subtle comments and fleeting touches building up to now.

His lips part, and you feel his tongue prodding at your lip, a light encouragement for you to let him in. To let him taste you. And you do, your mouth opening bit by bit until he can slip his tongue into your mouth. You relish in the feeling of his tongue licking into you. Sliding against your own, brushing against the roof of your mouth, and pushing itself as far back as it can reach. Wooyoung wants to taste all of you, you can feel it in the way he chases your lips every time you pull back for air. When one of his hands comes to rest on the back of your neck. A soft moan escapes you, and you feel him smile against your lips. Your senses feel both heightened and muted, the feeling of Wooyoung kissing you beginning to overwhelm you.

When he finally pulls away from you, he doesn’t go far. You don’t let him go. You hold onto his biceps, your nose brushing against his while you catch your breath.

“Have I told you,” he breathes out, “that you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen?”

“Wouldn’t hurt for you to say it one more time.”

His lips press against yours one more time, and then you’re being pulled away from the wall and against his body. You ignore the dirty looks you receive. Wooyoung is the only one that matters right now. Not the petty girls who begin to spread their rumors again. Not Mingi, who glares at the two being so absorbed in one another in the middle of the party he’d invited you to. Not that either of you were aware of that. You’d presumed it was Seonghwa, one of the few you kept in contact with.

“Here, or home?” Home is the apartment he shares with Jongho and San after moving out, getting away from their old friends. Away from Mingi, and the picking of sides.

Another breathless kiss is placed against Wooyoung’s lips, and then he’s torn away from you and thrown to the floor with a tall, muscular figure pouncing on him immediately.

The crowd erupts into shocked yells. A circle forms, no one daring to interrupt the the two. Wooyoung flips Mingi onto his back, yelling something that you can’t hear. You know he isn’t fighting back. You can see him just holding Mingi’s shirt, trying and failing to dodge the fists that fly up. San pushes past you, Jongho, Yeosang, and Yunho following quickly after to separate the two.

“You think you can go after my girl like that?” Mingi yells, eyeing you when you get closer. Glaring at you when you cling to Wooyoung’s side instead of his.

“She stopped being your girl the moment you made that bet, jackass,” Wooyoung snarls. There’s blood dripping down the side of his face. Your hands shake at your sides, terror and anger filling your body and nearly overwhelming you.

A bet?

He made a bet about her?

What an asshole.

How could she not have known?

Poor girl…

“That’s not true and you know it!” Mingi comes closer, but Yeosang pushes him back, muttering to stop. “You know that I claimed her. You fucking her won’t change a goddamn thing, Jung Wooyoung.”

“You didn’t claim shit! You can’t fucking claim a person, Mingi! Do you know how fucked up you sound? Do you even understand what you’re saying?” Wooyoung’s hand wraps around yours, his thumb rubbing the back of your hand despite how badly you know they ache.

“I get it now,” Mingi sneers and glares down at you. “She probably fucked you while we were together, didn’t you Y/N? You’re a fucking slut—”

Your hand collides with his face before you even recognize that you’ve left Wooyoung’s side. Gasps and yells rise from the crowd.

Did she just hit him?

I didn’t think she had it in her!

I would hate to be any of them right now…

“How…” your voice trembles when you speak and Mingi looks down at the ground like a kicked puppy. “Fucking dare you accuse me of that. How dare you assume I was anything but loyal to you for the full three years you refused to “claim” me as your own.” Your fingers formed quotes in the air. The house has gotten quiet.

“Y/N,” Wooyoung reaches for you and San pushes him back with a shake of his head.

“Wooyoung was the only one who was honest with me. He was the only one that had the balls to realize that what you all did to me was awful and cruel and just fucking evil. You have let people run around this campus, spreading rumors that I cheated on you, that I slept with all of your friends, that I did some awful shit to you and you didn’t even try to deny it!”

He did that?

I knew something was up with him!

“Oh will you all shut the fuck up?” Your gaze flies to the crowd, and you watch people cringe away from you. “Don’t act all fuckin high and mighty now that the truth is out. Go take your horseshit somewhere else, go spread your fucking rumors and stay out of this for once!” People begin to flee immediately after, scurrying out the door and ducking their heads to keep from locking eyes with you.

“Y/N,” Mingi starts, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—”

“Save it, Song Mingi.” You shake your head. He stares at you. “We’re done. I’m so fucking done with you. Don’t come near me again. Don’t talk to me. Don’t approach me, or anyone that i care about. I never want to see you again.”

“What you did was stupid.” Wooyoung sits at your desk while you treat the wounds he received. A warm wash cloth touches his face, and you watch him wince.

“I didn’t touch him, if it makes you feel better.” You frown, brushing your fingers lightly over the bruises forming on his face. The blood has been cleaned off of his skin, the cuts bandaged. The bruises…there’s no hiding those. There’s nothing to help them heal.

“It doesn’t.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m kinda sick of you boys saying you’re sorry.” He frowns, wringing his hands in his lap. “I just want you to not do it again, okay?”

“Okay.” You look down at him, and he lets his head fall forward, landing one your stomach. He sits there for a few moments, and you raise your hand to run it through his messy hair. You’re upset, of course, but you can’t help the little smile on your lips.

“Woo…”

You can feel his hands touching your bare leg, where your skirt stops and your bare skin begins. You can feel him pushing his fingers under the tight fabric.

“What?” He lifts his head, a devious look in his eyes when he rests his chin against your stomach.

“Do you really think I want to have sex with you now? After what you did?” He smiles at you, enjoying the way your body tenses the higher his fingers climb.

“It’ll make you feel good~” He sings. “And you won’t have to do anything today!” You run your tongue over your lip, raising an eyebrow at him. He places a light kiss to your stomach, and you feel him pulling you to straddle his hips on your desk chair.

“You think there’s gonna be a next time?” He pouts at your teasing comment, digging his fingers into your sides. You erupt into giggles, trying to pull away from him but he just pulls you closer to him.

“Don’t tease me like that! Not after I was just your brave Prince Charming!” You scoff and he presses a light kiss to your lips, one that you quickly return. When you pull away, you tilt his chin up, forcing him to look you in the in the same way he’d done earlier.

“You promise I don’t have to do anything?” He begins to raise your shirt, hands sliding up your torso and pausing when they reach your breasts.

“Absolutely nothing, baby.” You hum, your fingers tangling in Wooyoung’s hair when he begins to kiss the thing material of your bralette.

“I don’t wanna fuck you in my desk chair. That’s hard to clean.”

“Know from experience?” A hint of scorn in his voice. Not toward you, but at the fact to Mingi got to fuck you in that chair and he didn’t.

“A bit. Why? You jealous?” Wooyoung scoffs, lifting you up and walking you backward to your bed until you’re falling backward onto the mattress.

“Of that asshole? Never.” Your shirt slides over your head, your bralette following. His eyes are gleaming with lust and you can’t help but squirm under his gaze. “After all, he’ll never get to see you like this again. I on the other hand, will get to see this whenever you want me to. Preferably every day.”

You gasp when his lips attach to your neck, to your collarbone, and just above the curve of your breasts. He sucks dark marks into your skin, relishing in the way you’re gasping and whining his name. The quiet Wooyoung… and please… that begin to fall from your lips has him growing harder in his pants. The fact that it’s his name that you’re saying, not Mingi.

His lips finally attach to one of your nipples, his hand coming to squeeze at the neglected one. He mouths at your skin, sucking, kissing, biting and licking. His free hand squishes the two mounds together, both hands tugging and pinching your nipples while he practically suffocates himself between your boobs.

You feel arousal pooling between your thighs and you try to wrap your legs around his waist. To pull him down to grind against your heat and relieve some of the pressure that builds. He pulls away from you when you do so, smirking down at you, at the mess he’s created against your skin.

“When I told you to let me do everything, baby,” Your eyes widen, and he shuffles your body further up the bed. “I meant it.”

He strips you of your skirt and panties without a second thought, staring down at your dripping pussy with a hunger in his eyes. Pure, unadulterated, filthy desire. When you try to close your legs, he’s quick to catch you and spread them open again.

“Don’t— don’t look at me like that,” your voice is weaker than you’d intended it to be. His eyes flick up to look at you again, licking at his lips and smiling again.

“Nervous?”

“No.” You choke on your breath when he lunges forward, diving into your heat and giving you the first, long lick. His tongue dips briefly into your hole, making your body lurch and a choked moan escape your lips. You cry out when he sucks firmly at your clit, lapping at it immediately after until you’re shaking underneath him. “F-fuck Woo, please!”

“What, baby?” He pulls away from you for just a moment, removing his shirt and undoing his belt before you yank him back down to you, your lips sliding frantically against his. He groans against your lips when you palm at his growing bulge, undoing the button and slowly undoing the zipper so you can slip your hand into his pants. “Fuck, okay baby. I know what you want. Gotta prep you first, though.” You preen against him, your hips jerking when his hand slips down to play with your pussy. Two fingers prod at your entrance, slipping in with surprising ease. He thrusts them into you slowly, curling them when he begins to pull them up.

His whole body goes rigid when you wrap your hand around his hardened cock, his breath coming out in little gasps and his fingers stuttering inside of you despite the way you beg for him to go faster, that you’re almost there.

“Thought you— you were gonna let me do everything?” He chokes out, and your eyes flutter when you look at him.

“C-changed my m-mind.”

Wooyoung’s groans turn into whines and whimpers when you begin to pump his shaft in tandem with his fingers sliding in and out of you. When he picks up speed, curling his fingers to hit that spongey spot inside of you, you pump your hand faster and dig your thumb into the slit. Despite the pleasure you both feel, you try to force yourselves to keep your eyes open. To watch the other receive pleasure.

When you sit up, there’s no way for Wooyoung to stop you. Despite the weak protests he gives you, that he promised you wouldn’t have to do anything, you’re quick to shut him up with a squeeze to his cock. His fingers slip out of you, but you can’t find yourself caring. Not when he looks so angelic, his mouth dropped open in a silent ‘o’, his back arching into you and his abs tightening.

“G-Gonna cum, baby.” He whines. “Fuck, please, ‘m gonna cum baby please—” You tear your hand off of his cock, and he cries out, body jerking at the sudden loss of pleasure. You can see the dark, wet spot forming on his boxers, and finally tug his pants down his legs. His underwear follows soon after, and you finally see his cock. You can’t help the drool that pools in your mouth. It’s long, not too skinny and not too girthy. The tip is curved, and you just know that it’ll hit all the right spots inside of you.

And fuck, do you want it in your mouth.

He can’t even stop you when you bring your mouth down onto him, taking him deep until your nose is pressed against the warm skin of his pelvis, until he can feel himself brushing against the back of your throat. His body trembles when you begin to drag your mouth back up, all in one long, slow suck with your tongue rubbing against the vein on the underside of his cock. An airy moan leaves his lips, one he hadn’t expected from himself.

You begin to leave little kitten licks at the tip of his cock, tongue digging into his slit ever so slightly and relishing in the salty taste that seeps into your mouth from his precum. His hand is tangling in your hair, gripping it tightly but not quite pushing you back down onto him like you’d love for him to do. He’s gentle with you. He’s holding back on you. You want to break him.

“Baby, s-stop.” He chokes out, but his hand finally begins to push you down onto his dick, contradicting what he said. “D-don’t wanna cum yet.” You only suck harder, fingers digging into his thighs when your throat begins to contract around him.

Wooyoung finally manages to yank you off of him, and you can see his chest rising and falling rapidly. He grips your hair tightly, the back of your head stinging from where he pulls on the strands, and your neck tilted backward. You look at him with lust filled eyes, a smirk playing on your lips.

“You don’t know how to listen, do you?” He hisses, his free hand tracing a line down your neck.

“Wanted to— to suck you off,” you breathe out, gasping when his hand finds its place around your throat and squeezes lightly.

“Poor baby,” he croons, “so desperate for cock that she won’t even listen to simple instructions, hm?” When you don’t respond, he squeezes your throat a bit tighter. A weak moan escapes your throat and he scoffs, practically manhandling you so you’re on your stomach with your ass in the air and your legs spread open for him. You can feel him running his hands all over your body, squeezing at your breasts, your waist, your hips, and your thighs.

“Wooyoung,” you whine, wiggling your hips as a means to get him to come closer to you. To fuck you. “Wooyoung, please fuck me.”

“I will, baby,” he coos, and you whine at the first sign of his cock pressing at your entrance. “I will.”

The stretch has you writhing beneath him, having not fucked anyone in months. You whine into the mattress, your eyes rolling back and drool beginning to drool out the side of your mouth. Your hands grip the sheets, almost tears the threads when he finally bottoms out inside of you. He doesn’t wait to start fucking you, his hips immediately setting in at a brutal pace that has you screaming his name, begging him to go faster, to fuck you harder.

His hips clap loudly against your ass, the arousal that drips from you aiding him as he slips in and out of you. His grip on your hips grows tighter when your walls squeeze around his throbbing length, already so close to release. He won’t cum before you though. Not before you’ve had your fill of pleasure, of him.

“So full,” you preen, “So fucking full, Woo, please, fuck me harder!” He doesn’t respond, too fucked out to respond. He complies though, his hips pounding against yours and driving you closer to your oncoming orgasm. You try to slip your hands down to your clit, but he slaps your hand away to replace it with his own.

“You’re not making yourself cum,” he hisses, gripping your hair and yanking you back against his chest. The new angle has your back arching and your jaw dropping. “That’s right, baby, let everyone know how good I’m making you feel. I want you to scream for me.”

And you do. The stimulation of his fingers rubbing harshly at your clit combined with his hips slamming repeatedly into that spongey spot deep inside you has you seeing stars. You slump against his body, unable to keep your body held up. Your orgasm hits you hard, has you reeling and screaming for the man behind you. His lips attach to your neck, sinking his teeth in while his hips stutter and he empties himself inside of you.

When he lays you back down, your arms completely give out, your body slumping against his mattress. He stays upright behind you, cock slowly softening against his thigh. His head is tilted back, his chest rising and falling rapidly. You watch him from where you’re curled up on his bed. He looks ethereal in the dim light of his room, sweat beading on his forehead and the bruises on his face only adding to his current appearance.

“So,” Hongjoong sits across from you and Wooyoung in a cafe. You were surprised to see him, honestly. You and Wooyoung had been on a date, three weeks after the night of the party, when the tired music student had stumbled into the same cafe and started a quiet conversation.

“So,” Wooyoung’s hand traces shapes on your thigh, keeping you calm.

“You two are together now?”

“We are.” Wooyoung confirms, a small smile crossign his face.

“Good,” Hongjoong nods. “That’s good. Can’t say I saw it coming, but I’m happy for the two of you. As long as you’re happy together.”

“Thank you, Joong.” You shift in your seat, leaning slightly into Wooyoung’s side. He smiles down at you when you do this, giving your thigh a gentle squeeze.

“How is he?” Woo asks, looking down at his coffee.

“Who? Mingi?” Your boyfriend nods and Hongjoong sighs.

“Not good, to be honest.”

“Oh.”

“He’s isolating himself, won’t let us talk to him.” You furrow your brows and bite at your bottom lip. “He’s heartbroken, I guess. Not that he even deserved a second chance after what he’d been doing after you found out. The rumors, the forced conversations, the fight. He’s lucky we didn’t kick him out of the house.”

“Why didn’t you?” You ask. “Not that I wish you had. Just curious.”

“I get it.” Hongjoong nods and sips at the iced drink in front of him. “Mostly because, despite what he did, he’s still my friend. It sounds fucked up, but he’s always been there for me you know?”

“He’s been there for you, so you have to return the favor.” Wooyoung nods. “Understandable. We won’t judge you for that, despite what he’s done.”

“I know.”

“He’s lucky to have you, Joong.” You comment, and the older man smiles at you. It’s a weak, fragile smile. One on the verge of collapse. “It’ll get better.”

“Will it?”

“It will. I know it will.” A shaky sigh from the man across from you. A sniff. “You have my number if you need anything from us.” Wooyoung looks down at you, his eyes wide with shock. You just shrug at him. “I might hate Mingi, but I don’t hate Hongjoong. The others haven’t bothered to reach out so I can’t say the same for them.”

“Thank you, Y/N.” Hongjoong smiles at you and looks down at his lap right after. “You don’t have to, though. Not after everything he put you through.”

“Not for him,” you shake your head. “For you, for Seonghwa and Yunho and Yeosang. You four deserve it.”

He looks at you one more time, but he doesn't say anything else to you.

Content. Closure. You smile to yourself, knowing that even if this year had been a shitshow, you're in a better place than you'd been previously. You're happier, with a good group of friends and a man that loves you and isn't afraid to show it anymore.

Happy. A sweet ending to a horror story you hadn't known you were in until now.

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softlyspector · 1 year

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I totally get if you're too busy with all your prompts, and feel free to ignore this if you are, but I would absolutely love if you did the below touch-starved prompts for Marc when you have a moment pls because he's literal babey and you write him so damn well

their breath hitching whenever the other gets a little closer

^ feeling crushed when that action is taken as a sign of discomfort, and they watch them slowly back off

Marc Spector + feeling crushed when your breath hitches

a/n: anything for you bats, im honored you would send me a prompt 🥰

"I can win it for you," Marc says, the noise and color of the city fair muted when you're standing next to him.

"I want to win it myself," you counter. "But thank you very much. That's very noble of you."

Marc stays quiet, watches the flex of your arm as you aim another dart at the target on the other side of the booth. The flashing lights of the game booth reflect in the depths of your eyes and over your skin in a colorful, hypnotic whirl.

The scent of fried food, beer, and lemonade hangs in the air, occasionally washed away by the cool summer breeze blowing off the lake several blocks away.

You loose the dart and miss the bullseye again. "C'mon," he says, handing his third five dollar bill over to the kid running the booth before you can even ask. "Lemme at least help you."

"Fine," you huff as you're presented with five more darts. "I just need to hit it once, for the little one." You point up at the stuffed black bear that had drawn you over in the first place.

"We can get it once," he assures you.

Marc walks you through how to hold the dart, how to place your feet and release it, the way your wrist should snap forward.

You follow along carefully, and the kid doesn't pay any attention to the pair of you. No one else was jostling for a chance to throw darts for a stuffed bear like you were.

This time when you let the dart fly it lands closer to the bullseye. Still, you're pretty far away from hitting it.

Marc nods. "Better. Try again. You need to snap your wrist harder."

"I'm trying," you grit, just a tad of frustration seeping into your tone.

"You can do it," he encourages.

You throw the dart and it lands further out than the first though your technique is better. "Ugh! This is impossible!"

"No, it's not," he says patiently. "You're just getting frustrated."

You glare at him and he laughs. "C'mere, baby," he reaches for you, "I'll show you."

Marc's fingers skim your wrist, and you inhale sharply. The noise knocks him out of his head, and he drops his hand. His heart sinks into his stomach, a bitter vine slithering up his throat.

He knows better than to touch you suddenly, or at all.

You've been strange about touch since he met you, your body going stiff and hard whenever anyone even casually touched you. He isn't sure why, and he knows it's not him. Still, the thought creeps in. Why would you want him to touch you anyways?

"Look," he says instead, brushing past the moment to pick up one of the other darts. "Hold it like this and then-," he mimes the motion. "Like that. Try it again."

You stare at him, the colors still whirling over your face. "Well," you hesitate. "Can't you show me?"

Marc stares at you for a long moment.

"I thought you were going to show me," you say, looking embarrassed as you gesture between you.

"Are you sure?"

"How else am I gonna learn?" You ask.

His heart feels caught in his throat, but he manages to react.

Marc steps behind you, plasters his chest to your back and takes your hand in his. He guides you slowly, distracted by the heat of your body against his.

Your arm is cradled against his, his elbow cuffing yours in.

Your breath hitches again, but this time he knows its excited, anticipatory. Marc draws your hand back and guides it forward.

The dart lands with a loud thunk in the center of the bullseye.

"Yes!" You squeal and turn in his arms, giving him an abrupt hug that leaves him oddly flustered. He doesn't get to return your hug before you're whirling away and pointing excitedly to the little bear.

"You still have two darts," he reminds you. "You could win something bigger."

You shake your head, "No. I want him." You reach out and put your hand in his. "Please."

He falters for a moment, your hand in his, before he remembers himself and squeezes your hand back. "Whatever you want, baby."

The guy hands you the bear you pick out, and Marc keeps your hand in his. "Why'd you want that one?"

"Look how grumpy it is," you hold it out in front of you as you walk away from the booth. "He looks just like you."

#marc spector x reader #marc spector x you #got myself yearning for summer with this one

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joyflameball · 4 months

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*Please* tell me what don't starve is about I wasn't even aware it had characters

OH GOOD I GET TO EXPLAIN THIS TO YOU. YOU WILL REGRET THIS

let me be clear upfront: i don't know everything. i'm just neurodivergent as fuck please correct me on any misinformation. And any DST fans in the tag right now, hi prepare to see me infodump about Don't Starve lore and I am so sorry this is so long

So lemme start at the very beginning. The year? 1901. The man? William Carter. Moving from Liverpool (becuase of course there's a british man named william in an indie game who does crimes against nature) to New York City. He's doing magician shows and he just he sucks so bad at it. No one visits his magic shows. He's in literal debt. He gets no wins. He was born in a wet cardboard box all alone etc etc

Anyway in 1904 Willy Boy tries to go to Cali gets in a train accident and dies. WHOOPS the end

Okay that's a lie. He did not in fact die unfortunately (/j). However, he did get in a train crash and was pinned under a train car, but was saved in part by a strongman named Wolfgang, who really desperately wants to be the strongest he can be (he'd recently had an embarrassing failure at the circus).

But, well... I say "in part." For there's more to how Wolfgang saved him.

See, somewhere around this time, William had found a book. The Codex Umbra. This book was filled with secrets about a land known as The Constant. And more than that, it allowed William to use magic. Not the cheap magic tricks he'd been doing up to this point, the ones that'd given him nothing. Real, actual, tangible magic. Summoning shadows creatures from this mystical realm, ones that would linger for a moment before vanishing.

This was power. True, actual power. And to a man as rejected as William had been by the world, a man as desperate for fame, attention, power... well, who wouldn't be bitter? Spiteful? Who wouldn't be tempted by the allure of unfathomable knowledge?

Of unknowable, uncontrollable power?

What'd happened during the train accident was William had briefly imbued Wolfgang with strength from dark magic, allowing him to throw the train car off of him. William had fled with the Codex Umbra shortly afterwards, and was presumed dead. However, he wrote a letter to his brother, Jack Carter, basically saying "Hey, I'm alive, I found this weird book, I'll cya soon."

(Side note, Jack Carter has two daughters, Wendy and Abigail Carter. We'll revisit them soon.)

William continued deciphering the Codex Umbra, learning more shadow magic. And in San Francisco, he reentered showbiz, reinventing himself into someone new. A new act, and a new name. The Amazing Maxwell.

This time, his shows were appreciated. Adored. His magic acts were magnetic, and horrifying, and beautiful. After all that failure, he had finally managed to get something for himself.

(additional note: maxwell really likes referring to people as "pal." this will be important remember this)

Around this time, he put out an ad to hire a lady assistant for his magician shows, wanting someone with "a curious demeanor and a keen interest in the mysteries of the universe."

And he got her.

Let us snap our attention now to two sisters in the dreadful state of Ohio- Winona and Charlie. Winona was, to at least my knowledge, a fairly tough little girl who was always a bit boyish (take with a grain of salt i'm a bit silly). She loved tinkering from a young age, and she loved her little sister intensely- maybe too intensely.

There's a thing in the game I'll go into more later that shows Charlie's perspective on everything, and from it we can glean that Charlie felt like Winona was, to use a metaphor Charlie uses herself, putting Charlie into an unbreakable suit of armor so heavy she was unable to move. Overprotective to a suffocating degree.

We're not completely certain on that, but it's quite likely and incredibly interesting.

And Charlie... we know painfully little about her. Most likely she fit the description Maxwell wanted. She'd go camping with her sister. She may have been annoying, as a lotta little siblings are. She had a flair for the dramatic. There's a line implying she used to playfight with Winona. And Charlie loved roses.

Charlie was scared of the dark.

So Charlie became Maxwell's assistant. And they were more than coworkers, they were also good friends. They'd hang out and laugh together. Charlie at least may have had a crush on Maxwell, as in her letter to him she writes a heart after her name, and she always calls him "Maxy." Maxwell cared a lot about Charlie- I don't personally see it as romantic on his end, due to my epic aroace swag and belief in the importance of deep platonic bonds, but he did care for her, deeply. They had a sweet friendship, both caring about each other intensely.

But of course, it couldn't last. It never could.

It's 1906 and Maxwell's doing fantastic mentally. Just kidding he's losing his fucking mind

Maxwell was losing control. The Codex Umbra was driving him insane, little by little. He was losing control over the book, over the powers of the Constant. It was growing too powerful, too angry. He was taking too much from it, and it wanted something back. He started pulling away from Charlie, growing snippier with her. And fucking understandably, she was concerned.

One night, after she hadn't seen him in days, she visited his apartment to get his costume for their last performance. He wasn't there at the time. So she investigated, desperate for an answer as to why her friend was drawing away from her.

She discovered a secret room in Maxwell's apartment- the room in the image above. With all those scrawls. And... we think she discovered something else.

I personally think she discovered Them.

I'll explain Them later.

She was terrified, and fled the apartment. Maxwell later discovered she'd been there, and was clearly fucked up over it. Evidently, he didn't want Charlie to discover all this.

She left him a letter, basically begging him to communicate with her. Saying they could take a break after their final show, her older sister had a cabin they could go to if they wanted to get away. Charlie wanted answers, and she wanted them to take a break.

They never got that, though.

April 17th. 1906. The Amazing Maxwell had his final show.

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Maxwell's final act was meant to be pulling shadows out of the Codex Umbra. It was meant to be simple. A last trick before they take a break. Neither of them expected it to go this horribly wrong. I don't see how either of them could have. Especially not her.

Maxwell reached into the book. Something reached back. They reached back.

They tried to grab him, tried to drag him into the Codex Umbra. He fought back though, for a moment, clearly weakened by it. Charlie tried to help him, to ask if he was okay, not understanding what was going on, desperate to help, to know how she could help.

She couldn't.

Shadowy hands erupted from the book, grabbing them, pulling them in, and Charlie and Maxwell were gone.

Let's snap our focus away for a while. We're remaining in the real world for now. Don't worry, we'll come back to them.

In due time.

Let me introduce to you a hugely important player to the plot, Robert Wagstaff. Now he's frustrating, because we (or at least I) know very little about Robert Wagstaff. He was studying the Constant, he founded Voxola and created these radios that Maxwell later communicates through (i'll explain later), he bears a suspicious resemblance to Wilson, he may have met Maxwell at some point, and he may have intentionally sent himself to the Constant to investigate it. He's currently a hologram and may be SOMEWHERE. God knows where.

Anyway forget about him because it's time for MY FAVORITE NONBINARY ROBOT WITH REPRESSED TRAUMA AND EVIL PLANS

Meet WX-78, an automaton with a fairly vague backstory who I love so so dearly. They're evil. They're canonically nonbinary (Maxwell even refers to them as "Mx" which makes me very joyful). They lack empathy. They love bees. They love the moon. And somewhere in like the very early 20th century they became a robot and chose NONBINARY VIOLENCE

What exactly happened to WX is left vague, but here's what I believe happened. WX and Wagstaff were working on a consciousness transference experiment, which turned out to be successful. WX transferred their consciousness into a robotic body. Yaaaaaaay :D

Well hold your horses there, not "yay" yet. Because it turns out transferring your whole mind into a robotic body has negative side effects. Namely, the way WX sees themself has become... fractured. Sometimes they see themself as who they were before, their human self, but sometimes they see themself as what they are now, their robotic form. A comment under the short described it as their entire body being basically a phantom limb.

WX started wanting to create more automatons, possibly roboticize humanity, but without the heart (it's called an empathy module in canon but i'm calling it a heart because it's designed with a heart on it, and it hits harder if i call it that). The heart, where WX's memories as a human reside, where hypothetically their emotions are. Take that out, there's no pain related to once being one, right?

Wagstaff was completely against this. Consciousness transference for a single scientist is one thing, but this? To roboticize everyone in the world and take out their heart, their memories, their humanity? Absolutely not. It'd be too dangerous. Leaving humanity as cold intellectual machines would destroy everything, removing a beautiful piece of humankind. He and WX had a fight over this, and Wagstaff ended up burning all of WX's research and sending them into the Constant.

Somehow after that, WX's heart module was disconnected, and the memories were gone. They became a spectacular evil little gremlin of a thing and I love them so much

This whole explanation comes from this excellent comment under the short:

I usually resent these sorts of "explanation comments," since they try to intellectualize horror, but this one doesn't it centers it all on the EMOTIONS and also is correct

And by the way, the short where this is revealed is SO UNBELIEVABLY DISTRESSING TO WATCH (POSITIVE). See, Winona repairs the wiring to WX's heart module, causing WX to suddenly remember everything, having flashbacks to what all happened, and it's horrifying. WX flashing between who they were as a human and who they are now, the snippets of whatever happened, the vagueness, the BANGER MUSIC, it's all so hard to watch, and yet so hard to look away.

And at the end of it, after remembering Wagstaff sending them into the Constant, WX lets out this agonized wail and RIPS OUT THEIR FUCKING HEART, before they just SHATTER IT IN THEIR HANDS. They fucking HATED remembering what happened, hated it so much that they RIPPED THEIR HEART OUT AND BROKE IT so they could STOP FEELING. Whatever exactly happened HURT and they didn't want to FEEL.

And evidently, IT DIDN'T WORK. Wagstaff appears as an NPC later in Don't Starve Together, and every single quote WX has related to him is full of this raw, painful, intense rage. It's genuinely heartbreaking.

WX fucking DESPISES Wagstaff for what he did to them. For sending them to the Constant. And like- they say a LOT they have no emotions. But very clearly, THAT IS A LIE. IT'S FUCKED UP. IT'S HORRIFYING.

It's the opposite of so many robot emotion narratives- a robot who wants to feel real emotions, who wants to be human. But with WX, that is the last thing they want. They're illustrated to have at least had distaste for organic life before their roboticization, they don't want to be human. And very obviously, they don't want to feel real emotions. They don't want emotions.

They hate being human so much, they hate the connection to human pain so much, they hate their memories of being human so fucking much, that they rip out their FUCKING HEART and SHATTER IT just so they can shut off the painful emotions of their repressed memories. They don't want to be human, they want to be a cold unfeeling machine, but they clearly can't be that even though they're trying because despite everything there's a part of them that's clearly human and just- JUST WATCH THIS SHORT IT'S SO HORRIFIC

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GOD I LOVE EVIL NONBINARY AUTISTIC ROBOTS WITH REPRESSED TRAUMA

Aside from that horrorshow of a backstory WX is very silly. They love bees and the moon. They hate humanity and all organic life. They say shit like "NOW THE OUTSIDE MATCHES THE INSIDE. EVIL" and "[name] IS CAUSING NEEDLESS DESTRUCTION. GOOD." I love them so much I can't believe I just slept on how funny they are when I was a young lad hyperfixated on DST

Okay let's go down the list of characters. Remember I mentioned Jack Carter has two daughters, Wendy and Abigail? Let's focus on them.

Wendy was more cautious than Abby was, preferring to live in the world of books and fantasies. Meanwhile Abigail was an adventurer, loving to spend her days climbing rocks and jumping around. Despite their differences, the twins were inseparable. The best of friends, with a love so strong it could transcend death.

And it did.

We're not quite sure how it happened. It doesn't really matter. What matters is that somehow, one day, Abigail died. And this death absolutely shattered Wendy. She became morbidly depressed, obsessed with death and tragedy. She refused to move on from her sister, believing if she did, her memory would fade. (There's specifically a few lines that really fuck me up /pos but it may be triggering so i won't bring em up.)

Wendy turned to the occult to try and get Abigail back. To try and at least talk to her. She tried everything to communicate with her again, and nothing was working. And she was just about to throw in the towel, to give up, to accept that maybe she would never see her beloved sister again, to fall into complete, total despair, when...

A ragtime tune started playing, and a voice on the radio began to talk to her.

Meanwhile let's snap our attention to WILLOWWWWW WILLOWWWWWWWW MY GIRL MY BELOVED I LOVE HER SO MUCH SHE"S INSANE AND I LOVE HER

Willow had a rather difficult life. Her parents either died or left when she was incredibly young, and she was left in a cruel orphanage with caregivers who hated and mistreated her. And understandably, this took a toll on her mental state, and this attracted shadow creatures.

What exactly shadow creatures are is unknown- they're what Maxwell was pulling out of the book and using for his magic tricks, and they appear in game when your sanity is low, so my personal hypothesis is that shadow creatures are drawn to misery, insanity, or in Wanda's case, Women's Wrongs. also misuse of magic

Anyway, when Willow was a little girl, shadow creatures fucking wanted to kill her, drawn to her declining mental state. Willow took comfort in her teddy bear Bernie, the only thing that seemed to drive the shadows away. But one night, after being nearly killed by one of those things, her caregivers, upset at her being awake in the middle of the night, confiscated Bernie and locked Willow in a closet.

And while she was trapped in there, shadow creatures approached again, with the intent to kill her. Willow was backed into a corner, about to die, with no defenses...

Except for a lighter.

That night, Willow burnt down the entire orphanage, managing to save herself, and left with just her lighter and her Bernie.

This moment defined every fibre of her being. From that day on, Willow became completely obsessed with fire. Flames became calming for her, letting her breathe and relax. She's burnt her life down to begin again more than once, like a phoenix with more collateral damage. Fire protects her from the monsters in the dark, lets her stay sane. And- there's this one line from her that implies she's embraced a type of nihilism.

"Why worry about the past or future? It'll all go up in flames eventually."

That quote's actually really interesting to me you could use this for a character arc about her learning to embrace one place/one group as home and her accepting that unfortunately the survivors are her found family and she loves them and- GOD I love her so much she's a menace

Alright, who's next? Ah yes, Wigfrid. This one's really tragic.

Wigfrid was an actress whose debut role was as a noble badass Valkyrie warrior, slaying monstrous beings, being a true hero. And she embodied the role, capturing the public, being launched to stardom with just that.

But after that? Nothing she did seemed to capture anyone like the Valkyrie had. Every performance she had after that fell flat. She was completely rejected by the public.

(this could be a maxwell parallel oh my god)

And so, she retreated into that role- the role of the Valkyrie. She fled into fantasies of being her, taking comfort in them. It consumed her life, her very being. Whoever she was before was destroyed, completely lost. She would give anything to be the Valkyrie Wigfrid again.

And one night, a shadowy figure told her she could get to be that role. Forever. Her name in the newspapers again. Everything she'd ever wanted.

"What do you say, pal?"

...A few weeks later, she was in the newspapers as the latest in a string of disappearances.

Who next? Ah yes- Webber. THIS ONE FUCKS ME UP.

So when Webber was a little lad, his father, a scientist, received a gift from Wagstaff, something for his experiments. And whatever it was, Webber's dad was incredibly fascinated with experimenting on it.

But as a result, he sorta started... neglecting Webber. Webber wanted his dad's attention, wanted his dad to spend time with him and play with him, but his dad just... wouldn't. He was completely absorbed in his work.

Over time, Webber became furious that his dad was ignoring him. He started acting out, trying to get his father's attention in any way he could.

And one night, Webber broke into his dad's workshop, again trying to act out for his dad's attention. And when there, he tipped over the glass case holding whatever his father was experimenting on, shattering it on the ground.

But as it turned out, this thing was a spider- a massive one too, one from the Constant. And it was radiating with dark energy from its experiments, and it lunged at Webber to eat him.

But he survived.

Instead of being devoured by the spider, Webber was fused to it. Its consciousness may be in there somewhere (#system), but Webber's definitely is. But he's been turned into a humanoid spider thing.

This is the most fucked part to me. When his dad saw him, he didn't recognize him as his son. Why would he? As far as he knew, the spider had mutated. So his dad fucking chased his own son out into the night, under the assumption that he was a monster.

In the middle of the night, in the pouring rain, Webber (who btw is like ten) broke down sobbing, promised he'd be a good kid, and desperately wanted something to fix it, no matter the price.

That was when the shadowy figure started talking to him.

ANYWAY TIME FOR WOMEN'S WRONGS WITH WANDA

Wanda is an INCREDIBLY interesting character to me. Her whole conflict is basically- do you ever think about the fact that everyone is going to die one day? That no matter what we do, the passage of time will storm on, and eventually everyone you know and everyone you love will just die? That even if you don't get killed in an accident or by medical problems or through society's neglect, your body will eventually fail and crumble away? That time will eventually claim you, as it claims everyone, and you can do nothing to prevent it? That everyone and everything is already running out of time?

Sorry for giving you that existential crisis! Because Wanda's CONSTANTLY going through that. She's been running from her future for god knows how long, creating timepieces to make herself younger and prevent herself from dying of old age, and doing. Legitimate time travel!! Good for her!!

However, this doesn't come without a price. See, we've learned from Maxwell that toying with dark magic will get the Shadow Creatures hunting your gay ass down. And with how much Wanda fucks with time, she is CONSTANTLY being hunted by shadow creatures that want to kill her and take her away, to the point that her death animation has her body be pulled into the ground by shadow hands.

And one day, she was cornered. One of her timepieces was broken, the others recharging, she couldn't get away. And so she made a split second decision, trying to on the fly repair it, and what did this result in?

SHE BROKE THE SPACE-TIME CONTINUUM AND WAS SUCKED IN TO THE CONSTANT

(and the music in her short at that moment gives me chills don't starve together's music is so banging)

Wanda is a rare case of someone being sucked into the Constant not through someone/something tricking her or dragging her in, but through her own actions. From what we know, only one other person has done that. And he did it intentionally. But Wanda did it by complete mistake.

And her mistake resulted in her past starting to "catch up to her." Thanks to her time fuckery, she now ages twelve years every single day, and has to constantly fuck with time and deage herself in order to stay alive. She's spent years most likely terrified of the idea of aging and dying, and now she's been cursed with aging at a horrifically fast rate. It's incredibly interesting. God I love her so much she can do anything she could commit war crimes and I'd support her. Wanda Did Nothing Wrong

WANDA ALSO HAPPENS TO BE REALLY REALLY HOT LIKE UNBELIEVABLY GORGEOUS

HNHGNHBHGHBGHHHH PLEASE GOD JUST GIVE ME ONE CHANCE I WOULD TREAT HER RIGHT

Anyway who's next to talk about? Ah yes IT'S WORTOX TIME

Note, I'm gonna kinda start going through these faster because I'm close to the image limit and wanna tell you everything

Wortox is actually FROM the Constant. He's basically a little imp man who was best friends with. uhm. Krampus. And they'd go around playing silly pranks together! However eventually, Wortox started to realize that. Hm. Krampus's pranks are actually kinda mean. Like genuinely malicious at times. And Wortox really didn't wanna be mean, didn't wanna hurt anyone. He just wants to be silly and goofy. The prank's no fun if it actually hurts someone. So he tried to put his foot down and stop Krampus, but ended up whoopsiedaisy taking his soul and fully becoming an imp. And now he eats souls and is still silly but has just. Guilt. So much guilt.

Next up: WURT! Wurt, too, is from the Constant, and SHE'S JUST A LITTLE BABYYYYYY. SHE'S ADORABLE. I LOVE HER. She's a little Merm (fishy creature from the constant) and is pretty small and scrappy, and she hates pigs, and is vegetarian, and loves the swamp, and loves candy, and loves fairy tales, and wants to be a Merm princess. I love her she's adorable my beloved little guye

And now, WORMWOOD! Wormwood is basically a piece of rock fell down from the moon and gave a bundle of plants and vines life and he's the cutest little plant ever. He's ADORABLE. I LOVE him.

That's everyone FROM the Constant. Now let's speedrun through those who aren't from the Constant!

WICKERBOTTOM: To be completely honest she doesn't interest me that much lol. She's basically a librarian with a lotta knowledge, including knowledge of the CONSTANT, which she REALLY SHOULDN'T HAVE. Anyway Willow burned down her library at the request of the Nightmare King and Wickerbottom got pulled into the Constant. By the Nightmare King

WOLFGANG: Brought him up earlier- we're not sure how exactly he got into the Constant, but he's just. He is a himbo. The quintessential himbo. He's a silly man. He loves his friends so much. He has the brawn, but no brains. No thoughts. Head empty. Pure of heart, dumb of ass. I love him.

WARLY: ohhh boy more tragedy. Cw for this point: dementia. yeah. Warly's mom had dementia, and she didn't recognize him most days. So he'd play her favorite music and cook her favorite foods in hopes that she'd recognize him. And she did, occasionally. But only occasionally. And he was so desperate for her to just know him, to remember him, to get that spark of recognition in her eyes... And around that time, he started to hear the voice on the radio.

WALTER: BABYYYY HE'S JUST A BABY HE'S JUST A LITTLE GUY AND HE HAS A DOGGY AND A SLINGSHOT AND IS ALLERGIC TO BEES AND DOESN'T CARE ABOUT FASHION AND I LOVE HIM SO SO MUCH

WOODIE: Woodie is an enigma. He's Canadian. He has a curse. He turns into a goose sometimes. He was forced to eat logs when he was 32. His beard might not be hair. He's canon objectum and is in a loving and healthy relationship with his axe Lucy. I love him.

here is him and lucy he goes with stanley and the bucket for number one objectum couples

If you're noticing a theme with the names: Congratulations! We've noticed it too. We have no fucking idea what it means either. Charlie's last name might start with W. Maxwell's name starts with M (upside down W) and his previous name was William. If you have a name that starts with W in the DST world you're completely fucked lmao

Anyway thatsss everyone! So I think we can move on and cover the plot! I mean, surely there's not someone I'm leaving out. Surely I have covered everyone. Surely I've talked about everyone. Surely we can move on and have full context. Surely this is not an overly long gag in order to make the inevitable person I'm leaving out's reveal hit harder.

Yyyyeah let's talk about Winona.

On April 17th, 1906, Winona's little sister Charlie vanished off the face of the planet, along with the man she was working with, the mysterious Maxwell. And Winona is three things: stubborn, determined, and willing to do anything for her family.

And so she searched for her. She refused to let Charlie's mysterious disappearance fade into obscurity, to let Charlie just vanish without a trace. She searched everywhere for her. She pulled on every thread. Tracked down every tiny clue. Questioned anyone who may have the smallest connection to the case.

For over ten years.

Finally, it started coming together. Everything was pointing to Voxola and its secretive, genius founder, Robert Wagstaff. If anyone would know anything about whatever had happened to her sister, it'd be him. So she started working there.

But not for long. Fairly soon after she did, an accident happened at the factory- a fire breaking out, and a malfunctioning portal. Wagstaff vanished that day, vanished into the Constant.

Winona refused to let him. She had searched for over a fuckin' decade for someone who could have a connection to Charlie's disappearance, and her biggest lead was right there, and she was not gonna let him just vanish like that. So armed with duct tape and her knowledge of engineering, she singlehandedly managed to repair the portal, turning it on, and-

...Whose face would appear but her beloved sister's?

Barely aged a day. Drenched in shadows. A rose in her curls.

She was disappearing into the portal, but Winona grabbed her hand, started trying to pull her back, trying to save her. She had been searching for over ten fucking years for her baby sister, and she wouldn't let her go now, refused to let her go.

But... Charlie was different. Horrifically different. And something took over her. Something with ink-black eyes and hair that moved like a shadowy flame. The monster of the night.

She pulled Winona into the Constant. The portal fell apart. Winona was presumed dead.

...

And now. I will answer a question you must've had for a while.

What the hell happened to Charlie and Maxwell?

In 1906, they were pulled into the Constant by the Codex Umbra. And Maxwell was placed on The Nightmare Throne, and given full power over the Constant. He became the Nightmare King, all-powerful ruler, chess master of the world.

Whether he wanted it or not.

Once he was sat on the Nightmare Throne, he was trapped. He couldn't get up, couldn't move from the throne, couldn't move to turn off the gramophone sitting so close to him.

He was simply sitting on the throne. Unable to be free. For eternity.

In his final speech in Adventure Mode, Maxwell says there was barely anything there when he arrived. "Just dust. And the void. And Them."

What exactly "Them" is is unknown. My personal theory, given a play telling the story from Charlie's perspective, is that "Them" is the power of the Constant. And Maxwell constantly using that power for himself angered Them. So They pulled him in, and imprisoned him on the throne. He took from Them. And in return, They now trap him.

From there, the throne- or maybe Them, or maybe the Constant itself- compelled Maxwell to pull more people into the Constant. Trap them, use them as playthings, force them to go through the wringer of everything the Constant had to offer, and eventually watch them break under its barrage of dangers and finally die.

That's what happened to everyone. How they got into the Constant. Maxwell's strategy was to communicate with someone in the real world, usually through a Voxola radio, and make a deal with them so they are dragged in. Usually they're at a low point in their life and desperate for a solution to their issues, and he gives them that.

(Interestingly, he does follow through with his promises. Just neglects to mention the whole getting-dragged-into-Constant part.)

And everyone he drags in serves their purpose, they all serve as fun playthings for a while, providing him some level of entertainment.

But he's not happy. How can he be? He's trapped in an eternal game that he cannot end. Bound by its rules that he can't bend or break. He's tried everything. Nothing has ever worked. He's trapped, for eternity. In his own words, "Even a King is bound to the board."

The Constant demands a ruler.

And he serves that role. He must drag more people into this world's trap, let it spiral in on itself forever and ever. He can't put the game to an end. He can't get off the Nightmare Throne. He can't even turn off the gramophone right next to him.

All Maxwell can do is sit on his throne, and observe whatever survivors remain, and listen to that little ragtime ditty. Forever, and ever, and ever.

And Charlie...

God. Charlie.

One heartbreaking thing about what happened to Charlie is that we still don't know exactly how it happened. With Maxwell, we can make a very strong guess- he was stuck on the Nightmare Throne, and became king of the Constant, and dragged people down with him from the real world.

But with Charlie... we know how her fate ended up. We know what she became after that. But we don't know how she went from the sweet young woman she was to... to that.

From how she tells it (in her biased view, but it's all we've got), after being dragged into the Constant, she was either grievously injured or straight-up died. But she was brought back by Them. Back to life, but not as herself.

There was something new inside her.

Now, the way canon has it, it's a split personality pop-culture-Jekyll-And-Hyde thing. However, that's fucking dumb and pretty ableist. So here, my explanation diverges from canon, because I feel it's better, and stronger writing-wise, and I am better than Klei. Here's how I personally see what happened to Charlie.

It was like a garden being taken over and destroyed by an invasive species. Like black ink seeping into a bright and colorful shirt, spreading outwards, hiding- no, destroying the colors underneath.

They gave Charlie immense power, but at a great cost. Something dark grew inside of Charlie, transforming her from the sweet young woman she'd been, into something... monstrous.

The way I see it, it wasn't a split personality thing. It was more like a virus, infecting every cell of the body and multiplying into infinity until there's nothing left. Slowly erasing who she was before, destroying her humanity and turning her into something else.

Something more.

More powerful than Charlie had ever been, than she could've ever dreamed.

In every dark shadow, Charlie is there. In every pitch-black cave, she watches you. When dusk falls, she begins to awaken. And when the moon has risen, when the stars are out, when you can barely see your own hands in the dark, she is there. Everpresent. Watching. Waiting for you to walk into her arms.

There are shadow monsters all around the Constant. But most of them can only hurt you when you've lost your mind. Charlie, though, Charlie is different. No matter how much of a grasp on yourself you have, no matter how much sanity you've held onto, she will still be able to kill you, if you're outside at night with no way to see her.

Charlie is the most powerful shadow monster of all. She is everywhere. She has been everywhere. She can be anywhere. After all, there is nowhere the dark will not eventually be. And where the dark is, she is.

Charlie is the night.

Charlie is the darkness.

Able to kill a human with a few swift blows. Unfathomably strong, unfathomably dangerous, unfathomably powerful. It's hard to believe her humanity has held on this long, considering her omnipresence. It's incredible that her mind hasn't collapsed yet.

Because her humanity has held on. The virus in her mind has consumed so much of her, yes. But she's held on. Her humanity is surviving.

However long that lasts.

You wanted to know what happened to Maxwell and Charlie.

This. This is what happened.

Maxwell was imprisoned on the Nightmare Throne. Charlie was turned into the Night Monster. Both gained unfathomable power.

And both are trapped by it.

AND NOW. AFTER ALL OF THAT. WE FINALLY GET TO THE ACTUAL PLOT OF THE FUCKING GAME.

The year? Somewhere in the 1920s. The man? Wilson Percival Higgsbury. Lover of puns. Hater of spiders. Has a skeleton under his floorboards for some reason (skeleton might be wx-78's old body). Guy with the weirdest hair ever. Wannabe scientist who's terrible at science. The very first shot we see him in he blows himself up

He's a complete dumbass and he has stupid hair and he makes dumb puns and he's pathetic and he's in his thirties and he knows how to do amputations (according to him). What more could one want in a man. He's insanely confident in himself and has this attitude where he can do anything, when really he's kinda in over his head. He's a bit of a fool and he's got a good heart and a cheerful spirit. Not to mention he's wearing a vest, which in the rule of fiction means he's trans according to me and me alone.

So he's sad about his experiments always going wrong and he also sits down on a chair that looks like a throne hope that's not foreshadowing anything. Anyway Wilson's just like "Oh Voxola radio I'm just feeling real low" and his Voxola radio is like "SAY PAL I CAN GIVE FORBIDDEN KNOWLEDGE" and Wilson's like "Oh shit for real???" This is exactly what happened don't fact check this

So Maxwell hijacks his Voxola radio to be like "Hey hey hey you wanna do science shit right. Well guess what I can give you knowledge if you think you're ready." Wilson, of course, jumps at the chance, and Maxwell instructs him to create a machine of sorts. And Wilson works tirelessly away at it for some time, including SLICING HIS WHOLE HAND OPEN TO GET ONE DROP OF BLOOD, BECAUSE HE'S SO UNBELIEVABLY DRAMATIC I LOVE HIM

Anyway, Wilson throws the switch, thunder crashes, Maxwell laughs evilly, and

OH NOW YOU'RE JUST SHOWING OFF ANIMATORS

(seriously the don't starve animation and artstyle is so charming i love it. i think the framerate of the characters' animation should be lower again and the sketchiness should be more visible tho it was so much more charming than ultra smooth in my opinion)

Anyways, Wilson gets dragged into the Constant and cements himself as the greatest isekai protagonist of them all. Somehow he keeps his fairly cheerful attitude even when going through The Horrors, which is so very silly of him. He makes dumbass puns. He calls evergreen trees "piney." He hates spiders. His one perk is growing a magnificent beard. I love him. So much. He's not the deepest character, but god DAMN if he isn't endearing and lovable and so very silly.

So that- ALL OF THAT- is the setup to Don't Starve. From there on out, the plot goeth thusly:

CHAPTER ZERO, SANDBOX MODE. Maxwell greets Wilson like "Say, pal, you don't look so good," and proceeds to fuck off to watch Wilson go through it. Wilson however is a stubborn bastard who refuses to die and will literally make meat effigies of himself to not do so.

...actually that's really interesting. Hey wait that's really interesting. HEY DST FANFIC WRITERS ARE YOU UTILIZING WILSON'S STUBBORNNESS TO NOT GET KILLED TO THE POINT WHERE HE BUILDS EFFIGIES OF HIMSELF TO REVIVE HIMSELF IN YOUR FANFICTIONS BECAUSE THAT'S REALLY INTERESTING. "BUT IT REFUSED" LOOKIN ASS

UHHHH ANYWAY. THAT'S A PRETTY INTERESTING INSIGHT INTO WILSON I JUST FIGURED OUT. GO USE IT WRITERS.

So eventually, Wilson finds the scattered pieces of a portal Maxwell has, and activates it, getting dragged into Adventure Mode. LET'S GOOOOO

CHAPTER ONE, A COLD RECEPTION. And I should note here- the chapters are not in order, the order can get shuffled around. I'm gonna present them all though because it's funny.

So Maxwell is like "Wow :/ you're a dumbass :/ you REALLY think you woulda learned your lesson about activating mysterious portals :/ Anyway the seasons will be changing very fast now good luck" which is prrobably a nightmare for the ecosystem but what ever Anyway Wilson's stubborn ass doesn't die.

CHAPTER TWO, KING OF WINTER. Maxwell sends Wilson into eternal winter because he's being annoying. However, Wilson's stubborn ass STILL REFUSES TO DIE. And thus he continues.

CHAPTER THREE, THE GAME IS AFOOT! Maxwell is like "Uhm. Pal. Buddy. Why are you still alive. Please stop going onwards" and tries to feed Wilson to hounds. Wilson's silly ass is not fed to the hounds though because he is too silly.

Now. In Chapter Three, there's a chance you may find a strange setpiece, where there are these clockwork statues, trapping a strange mime. Creatures and gentlemen, allow me introduce you to the FUNNIEST FUCKING CHARACTER in Don't Starve. Wes.

Now, where do we begin with Wes? Well, let us begin with his backstory. His whole life has been plagued by a hilarious string of bad luck. He's French. He has the worst luck. He would get pied in the face. When he bites into a crepe all the filling falls out. He was born in a wet cardboard box all alone. He is a silly and sad clown mime man. And yet, he simply dedicates himself to making everyone happy.

Now, how would a silly little failure such as Wes get into the Constant? Hilariously, of course. You see, he was buying a crepe one day and gave half of it to a silly monkey guye when he saw a little girl drop her doll from a window and tried to return it to her with a balloon but the wind blew the balloon away and he chased it all throughout the town and saw it'd gotten stuck on a clothesline and managed to balance on the clothesline to get it but unfortunately the clothesline snapped and Wes fell down though he managed to grab the balloon and save a falling nest of eggs and was chased by crows while trying to get the girl's doll to her and he ran into an alleyway where he accidentally knocked someone else out of the way of getting dragged into the Constant and Maxwell accidentally getting Wes pissed him off SO MUCH that he put him in a special prison just for him and Waxwell's quote upon seeing the imprisoned Wes is "He displeased me."

I mean it when I say that Wes is one of the funniest characters in the entire game. In fact, you go through all the trouble of saving him from the prison, and when you do, he immediately DIES, and you unlock him as a character, and he has the WORST STATS IN THE GAME. His hunger drains hilariously fast. His attacks are laughably weak. His only special power is balloons that do nothing but cost him sanity. He was born in a wet cardboard box all alone

okay anyway you free wes and go onwards

CHAPTER FOUR, ARCHIPELAGO. Maxwell is like "UM. BITCH. PAL. TURN BACK. OR I MAY HAVE TO MURDER YOU TO DEATH EVEN MORE." However Maxwell has clearly not realized that Wilson is so stubborn that he will BUILD MEAT EFFIGIES OF HIMSELF SO THAT HE'LL JUST REVIVE FROM THE DEAD. GOD THAT'S SUCH A FASCINATING INSIGHT INTO HIS CHARACTER MAN JUST REFUSES TO DIE

Anyway Wilson goes onwards. CHATER FIVE, TWO WORLDS. Maxwell's actually nice to Wilson for a sec like "Heyyy :) Say pal :) Friend :) My best friend Wilson Percival Higgsbury :) Let's make a deal :) Here :) I made you a lovely little island :) Special for you :) It's got food :) And pigs :) And gold :) And whatever you need :) You can settle down here :) Have a life :) Just PLEASE :)) you ANNOYING BITCH :)) can you GIMME A TRUCE :)) and PLEASE :))) STOP :))) GOING :))) ONWARDS :))) I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD :))) :)))"

Wilson does not stop going onwards

CHAPTER SIX. DARKNESS. Maxwell is PIIIIIIISSED, like "BITCH. YOU BITCH. YOU TINY PITIFUL INSIGNIFICANT BITCH. I AM GOD. PLEASE DIE." And so he sends Wilson into a world he will surely not survive- a world of eternal night. Surely, with Charlie all around, with Charlie being the literal night monster who I feel an immense sense of grief over, surely Wilson will not survive this. Surely Wilson will die of darkness. Surely.

But as I have been stressing, Wilson is stubborn. He refused to give up on his dream of doing science even when it was clear he was bad at it. He refused to sit back and let Maxwell win by staying in the world Max made for him. He is so stubborn he refuses to die, making effigies of himself so he can resurrect from death. Wilson is the most stubborn bastard you've ever fucking met.

If Wilson decides that he will make it through something, then by god, he will make it through.

And he does.

Epilogue: Checkmate.

After all his struggle, Wilson finally, finally gets to Maxwell, to the man who's tormented him this whole time.

Only to discover him. Trapped on the throne. The all-powerful king, and he is weak. Pitiful. Listening to a hellish ragtime melody that won't stop repeating, over, and over, and over.

You can turn off the gramophone. He thanks you, saying he's been listening to that song for an eternity.

Maxwell has this honestly excellent speech about what happened to him. How They changed him over time. How he's completely powerless, despite being in control of everything. He mentions how time moves differently in the Constant, which is a really nice touch- it's not specified how it moves differently, letting the soft magic of the Constant stay soft. We just know it moves differently. How so is left up to us.

Wilson takes pity on the Nightmare King, and unlocks the Nightmare Throne. And Maxwell stands up, stands for the first time in an eternity, pure happiness on his face, free of the Nightmare Throne, getting up for the first time in god knows how long-

...And he screams, his body rotting away into a skeleton, before he crumbles to dust.

After everything, he just fucking dies.

...The Constant demands a ruler. And well, it's got a lovely candidate right there.

Shadowy hands erupt from the ground, grabbing Wilson. Lightning strikes where the Nightmare Throne was, building a new one, and Wilson is dragged onto it as the gramophone resumes. The new Nightmare King of the Constant.

Ruler of everything, trapped forever, with no control, listening to that hellish song.

Honestly, watch this playthrough of Checkmate. It really captures how just amazing this end is. (amazing = horribly fucked)

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There's something so utterly horrific about how Wilson is dragged onto the throne after watching Maxwell rot into a skeleton and turn to dust, only for the ragtime melody to resume.

This end is already horrifying to watch. But the music resuming, refusing to stop, is what turns it into a pure nightmare for me.

A melody of eternal torment, never to break. No matter what.

The cycle continues. More will be dragged into this trap, right? And Wilson has become trapped. He can't move. Can't turn off that stupid fucking gramophone.

Doomed to the same fate as Maxwell. To sit there for god knows how long, as They watch him, until someone else frees him and he dies, trapping them.

Right?

..................

SO TURNS OUT YOUR BODY ROTTING AWAY INTO A SKELETON AND TURNING TO DUST IS LESS DEADLY THAN ONE MAY HAVE THOUGHT, BECAUSE MAXWELL IS STILL ALIVE. SOMEHOW. APPARENTLY.

Anyway so Maxwell's alive. Falls out of the sky into the Constant, still got the Codex Umbra, but is no longer all powerful. He learns this upon getting ambushed by a gang of Creatures and realizes he is powerless, and immediately does the brave thing and runs away like a little baby

Anyway night is FALLING and Charlie will wake up soon. And Charlie fucking HAAAATES Maxwell. She HATES him. DESPISES him. And honestly? GIRL'S VALID. Maxwell turned her into The Shadow Creature, hating him is completely fair. And yeah Maxwell's got guilt over the fact that he did that to her. BUT LIKE. HE STILL DID DO THAT TO HER.

Anyways, Maxwell sees smoke in the distance. And where there be smoke, there be fire, which he needs if he is to Not Die. And so he makes his way over.

btw this part is told through a fantastic comic here it is

So he gets to the fire and OH FOR FUCK'S SAKE

BITCH JUST. DOES NOT DIE. MAN GOT OFF THE NIGHTMARE THRONE. SOMEHOW. STUBBORN FUCKING BASTARD. THIS GUY MADE MEAT EFFIGIES TO CHEAT DEATH, PERSISTED PAST SEVERAL HORRIBLE TRIALS TO TRY AND GET TO MAXWELL, GOT STUCK ON THE NIGHTMARE THRONE, AND IS STILL KICKING. KING SHIT. FRISK KINNIE. DETERMINATION SOUL. UNDERTALE

Anyway Maxwell is like hmmm maybe it is best to not approach the guy i tried to feed to hounds and tries to leave but the idiot steps on a branch because of course he does. Wilson assumes it is a Creature and grabs his axe to Kill, only to discover it is not a creature and is instead Maxwell. (who ig is a type of creature)

AND UPON DISCOVERING IT IS MAXWELL, HE ROLLS UP HIS SLEEVES AND STARTS TO BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF HIM. WHICH IS HILARIOUS GOOD FOR HIM GO WHITE BOY GO KILL HIM

Anyway shadow hands put out Wilson's fire which freaks him out because of The Creature (charlie), so they run over and get the fire started up again. And unfortunately, the two must team up in order to not die. Look how thrilled they are about this arrangement

Anyway there's these panels that together are absolutely HILARIOUS of Maxwell and Wilson just sitting there glaring at the firepit over several time periods. I understand it's probably meant to show several days passing, however I find it funny to interpret it as "they just sat there glaring at the firepit not saying anything to each other for a whole day" because it's objectively hilarious.

Anyway Wilson offers Maxwell food since they're stuck together they should make sure neither of them die and he's like "Hey didn't you Die. You Died. Like turned to dust. In front of me. I saw it" AND MAXWELL'S PRETTY MUCH LIKE "death is a social construct. how did you get freed from the scary throne and how come i didn't think of it sooner"

And so Wilson explains. See, Wilson was freed from the Nightmare Throne, but he didn't manage to get off of the throne through his own sheer force of will (shockingly enough for this stubborn bitch).

He was freed by Charlie.

For her own reasons, she let Wilson out of the throne and let him free. But she also took all the powers he might have had as the Nightmare King, rendering him the ordinary survivor he was before he was trapped (though many people give him claws and/or blackened hands as a result of the nightmare throne which i find to be very cool and awesome). Charlie sent Wilson back to the Constant and Definitely Nothing Happened With Her And The Throne Afterwards Please Believe Me I Would Never Lie About Anything

So a little bit later, Wilson and Maxwell start trying to build a portal, most likely to actually get out of the Constant, since GOOD FUCKING LORD. That, or to connect to the other survivors in the Constant, which also makes sense! Pooling together the knowledge from the Codex Umbra and Wilson's own blueprints, they manage to build said portal.

The survivors manage to get to them.

Before the portal is destroyed and reshaped.

Shadow hands erupt out of the ground, pulling pieces of it into the ground, black thorny vines wrap around it, the wood is replaced with marble, shadowy flames erupt out of it, red curtains on top, making it resemble a stage.

And all around it grow roses.

The Florid Pastern is created, and above all of them, they see a strange apparition in the sky.

The Constant demands a ruler.

And Charlie, absorbing Wilson's power as the Nightmare King, became that. The monstrous part of her, the part that is cruel and dark, the shadow monster of the night that demands to be fed with hot blood and flesh, fused itself with whatever scraps of her humanity and kindness that'd not been fully consumed.

She became the virus in her mind, fused with it, merged into a whole being, rather than a fractured one.

The Shadow Queen of the Constant.

also here's an exhausted looking Wilson good lord when was the last time he SLEPT

ALSO. BEFORE I FINISH OFF. LET ME TALK ABOUT CHARLIE'S SILLY PLAY.

In Don't Starve Together, you can find a stage, with costumes for you to act in. If you put on the right costumes and choose to start acting, shadow hands briefly control you, and you start acting out a story that is pretty obviously a thinly veiled allegory for the events of Don't Starve.

Charlie is cast in the role of the Doll, and later The Queen. Winona is in the role of the Blacksmith. Maxwell is cast in the role of the King. We THINK that Them is cast in the role of the Mirror. And Wilson- I'LL GET TO WILSON.

What's interesting about this play is how obviously biased it is. The King is cast as an obviously evil man, hoarding magic to himself, shattering the Mirror and taking its power away. I mentioned this earlier- the Blacksmith loves the Doll dearly, but loves her too much, and puts her in a suit of armor that is protective, yes, but is so heavy she can't move, which god damn if that's not an effective metaphor for overcontrolling overprotective siblings.

The insight into Charlie's motives is also interesting- it's shown that the reason she didn't take Maxwell off the throne (aside from maybe spite and wanting to see him hurt which good for her) was because she legitimately didn't know where he was. And she sorta followed Wilson as he traveled so she could find the throne.

And more interestingly- Charlie is an unreliable narrator here, so her perspective is to be taken with a grain of salt, but- according to her, Charlie's motivations are to heal Them. They're broken currently, according to her, and They gave her the power she has now. And she wants to repay Them for what They've given her. Which is INCREDIBLY interesting.

AND. THE FUNNIEST PART ABOUT THIS PLAY. IS WILSON.

So, everyone's cast in different roles, right? Charlie's the Doll, Winona's the Blacksmith, Maxwell's the King, and the Mirror is probably Them, right?

WELL. WILSON. IS CAST IN THE ROLE OF "THE FOOL." HE'S CAST AS SOME FUCKIN DUMBASS WHO ACCIDENTALLY KNOCKS THE KING OFF HIS THRONE AND KILLS HIM BY MISTAKE. AND IT'S ABSOLUTELY HILARIOUS.

What's funnier is that WILSON HAS ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO SAY ABOUT IT. Winona comments on the scene where Charlie casts her as suffocatingly overprotective, saying "Is there something you wanna tell me, sis?" Maxwell comments on the scene where the Doll finds the Mirror, asking if this is how she really sees him and remembers what happened.

BUT WILSON. HAS ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO SAY ABOUT BEING CAST AS "THE FUCKING IDIOT DUMBASS WHO TRIPPED OVER HIMSELF AND KILLED THE KING ON ACCIDENT WITH HIS MERRY FOOLERY." Meaning either he DOESN'T realize that's meant to be him, he DOES realize and is just silently fuming, or he DOES realize and just ACCEPTS IT. Like "okay yeah fair." No matter how you slice it, HILARIOUS.

Anyway, here's the play, it's an interesting watch and the video's only 15 minutes long.

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god the fool costume even looks like wilson if his hair was looser

Aaaaand that's the lore thus far! There's other stuff that's happened- Charlie got a new outfit and became EVEN MORE beautiful, Wagstaff is a hologram, Maxwell teamed up with Charlie as a double agent which I think was a stupid writing decision because I don't feel it makes sense for Charlie but Fine Whatever I don't care Encore isn't canon to me I'm resisting a full rant about this, Wilson has a skeleton under his floorboards, something else may be trying to get people into the Constant, Wilson looks tired as shit, WX ripped out their heart because feeling emotions was painful I'm not over that short I'll never be over it ever and don't get me started on how Don't Starve feels like it has this intense unending grief woven throughout it and

Uhm. Anyway. I'm normal. I'm SO sorry this got this long my beams got me. This is 8k words long and I spent the whole time listening to Ragtime (the song that plays on the gramophone that maxwell had to listen to for eternity)

#asks #dst #don't starve #long post #cassie rambles #i did not mean for thsi post to get THIS LONG good jesus christ

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Hey faulty, it’s currently 4am and I’m feeling really sick rn aha. Could you maybe do a oneshot of Iida x fem reader where she gets sick at night? Like they’re on a camping trip with the class 1A and they end up having to share a bed? (Cliché ik but I love this trope sue me) and she gets sick at night. I’m talking fever keeping her up until 3am then going to the restroom in the bedroom to puke. She doesn’t want to wake up iida and tries to just deal with it alone.. but she ends up waking iida up anyway when she goes to the restroom. She got so hot that she had to take off her t shirt but left the sweats on. She’s in a white tank top btw. (For plot you’ll see) Iida knocks on the door bc like he’s worried ya know? She says it’s open and then a few min later after talking, she asks him to bring her a black tank top from her luggage bc the one she has on is kinda see through. She’s red from the fever btw. Iida brings it and she turns her back and just slips it off to replace it with the black one. Normally shy but friendly reader would feel embarrassed in changing in front of him (and even being in a tank top) , but at this point, she feels like dog water so she doesn’t care. When she quickly slipped the white tank over her head, iida gets flustered (you know naturally bc u know girl he likes). He’s gonna turn around (or act how iida acts) but he sees some scars on her back for just 2 seconds. This leads to late night caring and reader opening up about trauma from rich parents. (Think like Killua from hxh just for the abuse he went through- parents wanted to make reader really strong and we’re obsessed over it-she’s in a better home now tho with a relative)

iida and fem reader are in the “I kinda like you a lot but I’m not going to do anything bc I love our friendship rn phase.”

Could you make it cute and fluffish and domestic? (I think that’s how u use that word lol) Reader and iida grow closer through it too. I’m sorry this ask is so specific lol, I have a vision in mind. I also think sweet shy fem reader x iida is really cute. (This is not self indulgent at all aha😂)

It’s ok if ur not up to it.. tho I would be really happy if u did write it up. I love ur fanfics!! Been a fan for like 3 years even before I had tumblr!(❁´◡`❁) just lemme know if ur busy rn or don’t wanna write it! No pressure. :)

Thank you!

[ Alright! Sorry this took a bit, but I hope you're feeling better and I hope I did this story justice. It was kind of fun to write, I like the whole "I like you but need to stay friends" trope because it can always grow into something more. Anyways, I tried to make Tenya flustered just enough in this fic. I love embarrassing him. ]

“Are you most certain you’re correct?” Tenya urged, and Izuku held up a piece of paper muttering under his breath. “That’s w-what I counted,” he replied before yelping when Katsuki grabbed the back of his head. “Shut the hell up already!” he snapped before glaring at Tenya.

“Who the hell cares if two of us have to share a damn bed!? It’s your fault for not accounting for this, four-eyes,” he growled, making Tenya frown in response. “I am afraid that I did not anticipate the weather causing our pre-scheduled camping trip to be postponed,” he explained, slightly annoyed by Katsuki’s behavior.

He wanted to make graduation special and insisted that Class A take a camping trip. However, due to the rainy weather and the persistence of his female classmates, the choice to pull over and book hotel rooms for the night was made.

“Yeah yeah, whatever,” Katsuki responded, releasing his hold on Izuku. “Come on you spikey-haired idiot!” he growled at Eijirou who nervously chuckled. “Well, I guess that means Bakugou and I are taking the first room,” he said.

“Best of luck figuring out who shares the one-bedroom suite for the night!” With that, he waved goodbye and chased after Katsuki. “Mineta and I can share a room!” Kaminari announced. “Yes, and Jirou and I can share a room,” Momo said.

“Mm, very well,” Tenya replied, looking at Izuku and Shoto. “I assume you two wish to share a room,” he said. “Oh w-well uh…” Izuku tried to reply but Tenya ignored him. You were sitting on one of the provided chairs in the lobby of the hotel, remaining quiet as you watched the scene unfold.

You coughed and cleared your throat a few seconds later. “Are you okay Y/n?” Tsuyu questioned laying her hand on your back. You nodded. “Uh, yeah just a bit of a sore throat,” you replied, rubbing it to ease the discomfort.

“Everyone please, pair up in groups of two and take a room key!” Tenya announced, and you looked at Tsuyu. “Go ahead,” you said, waving her away. “I don’t care who I spend the night with,” you soon regretted those words when only Tenya and you were left.

“Forgive me,” he said, unlocking the hotel room and turning on the light. “I hope this accommodation does not cause discomfort for you,” he said, gesturing you into the room. He could hear a steady stream of rain hitting the window and vicious thunder rumbling outside.

“I guess this camping trip turned out...s-sour, huh Iida?” you tried to joke, but he didn’t seem to find any humor in your words. Your smile faded and you folded your hands in front of you, focusing on the floor. ‘Well, that didn’t turn out the way I wanted’ you thought with rosy cheeks.

You moved out of the way when Tenya walked into the room, placing the bags on the floor by the bed. He insisted on carrying yours, and it didn’t come as a surprise considering he was a gentleman. “Are you feeling well?” he asked, noticing your reddened cheeks.

“Uh…w-what?” you replied, snapping your head up and trembling when he glared at you. “Are you feeling well?” he repeated. “Um, I uh, y-yeah I’m f-fine,” you choked out, thinking that your sore throat was nothing more than the rain irritating your allergies.

“I see,” he walked over to the bed and asked, “Do you prefer sleeping on the left or right side?” You knitted your eyebrows, unsure what he meant. “Uh, w-whichever side is fine,” you replied but knew your answer wouldn't satisfy him, so you thought of a diversion.

“I wanna take a...a shower!” you exclaimed, trying to ignore his now suspicious glance. The worst part was that you could barely stand looking at his gorgeous eyes. “Very well, you are welcome to freshen up in the shower. I trust you have the appropriate slumber wear, yes?” he asked, adjusting his glasses.

“Uh, y-yes,” you said. Maybe taking a relaxing shower would alleviate your throat soreness. “I’ll um, just g-get them from my s-suitcase,” you said, pointing to it. “Um, t-thanks for carrying it for me, uh, b-by the way,” Tenya nodded.

“I do not believe it would be appropriate to expect a lady to carry her luggage,” he explained, watching you open the suitcase and look through it for your sleeping clothes. Once you gathered everything, you scurried to the bathroom and shut the door behind you.

“What is wrong with me!?” you hissed, walking to the large tub, and turning on the water. You stripped your clothes off and carefully climbed inside, sighing in contentment as the water eased your body’s muscles. You lay there for what felt like hours before carefully climbing back out.

Droplets of water fell from your body, creating a rhythmic pattern as they hit the floor. You drained the tub before walking to the sink. You placed your hands on the counter and looked at your reflection in the mirror. You felt a bit odd and wondered if you had spent a little too much time in the tub.

Well, maybe you’d feel better when you lay down. Once you had dried off, you slipped on a white tank top, a short sleeve shirt, and a pair of sweatpants. “The b-bathroom is free,” you said, walking past the bed. “Hm?” Tenya was sitting on the right side of it reading a book.

“Oh, I see. Thank you,” he replied, closing his book, and placing it on the nightstand near the bed. You closed your eyes, feeling an overwhelming urge to lie down. You pulled back the blanket and sat, pressing one hand against the mattress to feel its firmness.

You looked up when Tenya stood, although he didn’t say anything when he gathered his sleeping clothes and headed to the bathroom. You took a deep breath, coughing softly when you laid your head down and pulled the blanket back over you.

The sound of running water accompanied by the rain and thunder that still bellowed outside helped you drift off to sleep, but a few hours later you woke up sweating. “Ah…” you blinked, feeling exhausted, and reached up to touch your forehead. ‘Why am I so hot?’ you thought, wiping your face dry.

Hearing soft snoring, you turned your head. Tenya was lying beside you in blue pajamas and a matching sleeping cap. His face looked content and part of you wondered what he was dreaming about if he was dreaming about anything at all.

‘Maybe this fever will go down if I keep resting’ you thought as you closed your eyes and tried to relax your body. Unfortunately, you found yourself restless and your fever grew more severe, making you whimper on occasion. This combined with the nauseating feeling growing in your stomach finally made you sit up.

“I’m gonna barf…” you muttered, turning to look at Tenya to ensure he was still asleep. The last thing you wanted was to wake him up, especially after all the planning he had put into this camping trip. Besides, maybe it was better you dealt with this by yourself as you never wanted to burden others. You winced, holding your stomach as you stood.

You swallowed hard, tasting acid on your tongue. You turned to look at Tenya one last time before scurrying to the bathroom quietly. Your breathing was heavy and sweat dripped from your skin so profusely that your clothing stuck to your skin making movement uncomfortable.

As you swallowed again, you slowly pulled your arms inside your shirt. You intended to take it off despite being hunched over the toilet. You sighed in relief when the cool air hit your skin, somewhat thankful you made the choice to wear a tank top underneath said shirt.

At the moment, it didn't matter to you that it was white and see-through. You closed your eyes and wiped the sweat from your brow, your mouth salivated so much it dripped down your chin. You dry heaved, feeling your stomach twist until its contents splashed into the toilet.

When you coughed, Tenya's eyes fluttered open and he turned his head, noticing you absent from the bed. He sat up slowly and grabbed his glasses. He was more than certain the noise that had woken him was you.

It was natural that he wanted to check you were okay, so he stood up and walked to the bathroom, noticing that the door was closed. He pressed his ear against it growing more concerned when he heard heavy breathing, followed by sniffles. He frowned and paused before knocking three times.

You snapped your head up, eyes wide but vision blurry as you looked at the bathroom door. “Y/n, do you require assistance?” he asked, and you latched onto your lip to suppress the gag threatening to come. The inside of your mouth tasted sour, and your throat burned.

You shifted your eyes back and forth, knowing if you didn’t answer soon, he’d likely do something drastic. “I…” Your voice was weak, but you tried to push through it. “I…I don’t know,” you replied, before wiping your eyes with the back of your hand.

Your answer alarmed Tenya, and seconds later he heard a toilet flush followed by running water. “What is the matter? Are you feeling ill? Are you injured?” he questioned, feeling ridiculous for talking to you through a door. You took a deep breath, resting your hand on your stomach.

You looked at your reflection in the mirror, noticing your hair was disheveled and your cheeks red. Your eyes looked swollen and irritated, in other words, you were a mess. “I…just…” Maybe it would be better if he saw for himself.

“Um, t-the door is open,” you said reluctantly. “Very well, may I enter now?” came his reply. “…yeah,” the door squeaked, and you wrapped your arms around yourself before turning to face him. His eyes widened upon seeing you, noting your irritated-looking eyes and reddened face.

He didn’t want to assume anything, but you certainly looked ill. “Forgive me, but you look rather...ill and I do not believe I have a thermometer so I cannot take an accurate measure to confirm or deny any possible fever,” he replied, tapping his chin. “I…I’m not running a fever,” you lied.

He narrowed his eyes and reached out. “Pardon my touch,” he said, pressing his hand against your forehead. Yes, it was a rather outdated method to use, but it would allow him to feel your temperature regardless. “Hm,” he raised his eyebrows and lowered his hand.

“Your forehead is rather warm,” he noted. “May I check your pulse?” You blinked in response, hissing softly when you noticed how dry your eyes felt. “Um…okay?” you replied and gasped when he took your wrist, pressing his thumb against it.

The seconds ticked by awkwardly as you clenched your bottom lip. “Your pulse appears slightly elevated, suggesting possible sickness,” he said, lowering your wrist. “Oh um…” you wrapped your arms around yourself again, suddenly anxious, and self-aware of your see-through tank top.

“Hey Iida,” you said, glancing away shyly. “Yes?” he replied. “Uh…c-could you…get me another tank top? The black one from my luggage?” you asked sweetly, nervously rubbing your upper arms. Tenya knitted his eyebrows together, uncertain why you asked for a tank top when you already had one on.

However, out of curiosity, he glanced down, and his eyes widened. He covered his mouth when he noticed that the fabric of your current tank top was rather…well perhaps it was rude to continue to stare at someone's exposed body.

“Y-yes!” he suddenly shouted, immediately looking away from you. His cheeks glowed a furious red color which was accompanied by a feeling of shame. He knew he should not look at a young lady in such a disrespectful manner. It was improper!

After all, he did not mean to look at you that way, but it seems his mistake caused him a bit of embarrassment. “I would be honored to…” He cleared his throat, trying to ignore the unfamiliar heat that ran through his cheeks.

“I would be honored to assist you, please give me a moment,” he said, promptly turning around and scurrying out of the bathroom. He took deep breaths as he opened your suitcase, searching for the black tank top you requested.

Despite his concern about his fast-paced heartbeat, he believed it to be a natural reaction given his feelings toward you. Of course, he didn't want to ruin your friendship by acting on said feelings. “Here we are,” he said, neatly folding the article of clothing before returning to the bathroom.

“I do hope this is the correct item,” he said, hesitantly holding it out. “Yeah,” you replied, taking it. Unless you were in a relationship or classified yourself as a free spirit there was a certain level of modesty when it came to changing in front of the opposite or even the same sex.

However, given how horrible you felt now you didn’t think twice about turning your back on him and removing your current tank top. Tenya’s eyes widened when he realized what you were doing. His cheeks flushed, and he immediately raised his hand, intent on scolding you, but no words came out.

Despite not anticipating activating his engines, his nervous state made them spark to life and a soft rumbling echoed through the air. “P-pardon!” he stuttered and turned to face the door, feeling his heart accelerate again. “Hm?” You paused and briefly looked over your shoulder at him.

‘Weird…’ you thought, before dropping the white tank top to the floor. A groan escaped your lips as you slipped the black tank top over your head. While he knew it was rude to look at you when you were topless or changing, your groan concerned him enough to make him turn his head.

That's when he noticed the scars on your back, and instead of flushing yet again or feeling embarrassed, he grew concerned. Although your scars looked old and healed, he wanted to know what caused them. It is natural for heroes to receive injuries which then created long-lasting scars.

But yours almost looked…well perhaps it was more appropriate he didn't assume where they came from. He turned his head back, feeling the slightest amount of sweat drip down his face and he almost regretted not having brought a handkerchief to bed.

He cleared his throat, tugging at the collar of his pajama top, and was tempted to undo the first few buttons to cool himself. His cheeks were a deep rosy color, and his engines continued to rumble softly although he hoped they were not too audible.

Just as you finished putting your new tank top on, you heard Tenya clear his throat. “Huh?” you raised an eyebrow when you turned only to stare at his back. “Um...” you stepped closer to him, hesitantly reaching out to touch him.

You stumbled back when he trembled in response and turned to face you, his eyes wide and his face red. You blinked, unsure if you had scared him or if he was beginning to feel sick as well. “Um…a-are you okay?” you asked, your heart pounding in your chest.

“I…” he glanced away. His mind filled with images of those scars, and he lowered his eyebrows in thought. Frankly, he wished to address what he had seen but did not want to appear strange or alarming. Furthermore, he did not wish to force information out of you or make you feel uncomfortable.

He cleared his throat once more and raised his hand, chopping it through the air as he said, “P-perhaps it would be best if we retired to the bed to further address your question.” You knit your eyebrows, not fully understanding him. Then again, did anyone understand Tenya?

Maybe his closest friends, but even they seem baffled by his antics sometimes. You placed your hand on your stomach, somewhat relieved you were feeling better. You shrugged. “Okay?” you replied, following him out of the bathroom. Your fever was still high, and you wiped your brow.

For a split second, you debated running to the ice machine. However, the thought of walking down an empty hotel hallway made you feel uneasy. Come to think of it, you didn’t know how late or early it was, not that it mattered because who knows how long Tenya could take to answer your question.

“Please sit,” he said politely gesturing to the bed. You looked between him and the bed before sitting down as requested. The bed gave a soft squeak when he sat down next to you. The two of you exchanged glances before he cleared his throat.

“I…do not wish for you to think I am being disrespectful when I ask this as I understand personal matters are quite difficult to speak about with those you are not close with,” as painful as it was to admit, despite the many challenges Class A went through together, there was still distance between all of you.

Yes, a few classmates had admitted their personal matters and remorse over certain things or times in their lives. However, he noticed that you tended to keep to yourself. While you were kind and compassionate, there was a shy nature about you, and he had noticed you struggle in social situations before.

“W-what do you mean?” you asked, your voice trembling and your anxiety rising. He was silent for a moment, and you noticed his shoulders were stiff. He shifted his legs almost as though he were uncomfortable, but you swear you heard a soft rumbling.

Was his quirk acting up? You quickly glanced at his face, his eyebrows were lowered and there was an uncertain glance in his eyes. His cheeks were slightly reddened, and his hands were in his lap, but you noticed his fingers were interlocked.

“Forgive me, I believe it would be beneficial if I were to explain more clearly. I…” he took a deep breath, laying his hands flat on his thighs. He cleared his throat again and reached up, tugging at the collar of his pajama top.

“I noticed that there were…rather severe-looking scars on your back.” A chill ran down your spine and you leaned away from him. Your eyes were wide, and he expected you to be angry, but instead a look of hurt and dread spread across your face.

You fisted your hand into your chest and the other into the blanket, keeping silent. Tenya frowned. “I…apologize,” he said, carefully placing his hand over yours but immediately jerked back when you gasped. “I…pardon I did not intend for my touch to-” You shook your head.

“N-no, it’s f-fine Iida,” you replied, despite your heart racing in your chest. “It’s just…” you glanced away, “no...n-no one has asked that b-before.” Then again you weren’t exactly the type to flaunt your body and usually changed in the locker room stall.

You latched onto your lip, the thought of your parents made your stomach twist, and you suppressed a dry heave. “Are you well?” Tenya asked, slightly alarmed, and though you nodded, he wasn’t fully convinced. “Forgive me,” he said, standing up from the bed.

“Perhaps I should not have inquired. I did not wish to make you uncomfortable,” he said, turning with the intent of walking to his side of the bed. “N-no!” you cried out, grabbing his arm. He stumbled back and looked at you bewildered.

“Uh…” You blinked, and your cheeks grew red. You felt so hot you were liable to faint, but you shook your head trying to fight through your anxiety. “S-sorry!” you said, quickly letting go of his arm. You swallowed hard, groaning out of embarrassment.

“Um…I…the s-scars are…” you looked away, rubbing the back of your neck. You felt the bed dip when Tenya sat down again. He wanted nothing more than to comfort you and once again extended his hand, placing it on your shoulder.

Your head shot back, looking at him with wide eyes and parted lips. “Please do not be afraid,” he said, his voice hushed and full of concern. Oddly enough, you smiled and nodded. “Right, s-sorry,” you said, glancing at your lap.

Your throat felt tight, but you forced yourself to speak. “The scars…are from the training m-my parents put me through,” you explained, refusing to lift your head to look at Tenya's expression. You expected him to be worried and maybe even feel sorry for you.

Instead, you gasped when he leaned forward and wrapped his arms around you. He knew it was irrational, and he did not know how you would respond. Although he could not confess the feelings he had for you deep down, he would not stop trying to physically prove it to you.

A part of you wanted to push him away because you weren't used to this type of affection, and because you didn't want him to catch whatever you had. But you couldn't help but melt into his touch. He was aware of the training that was deemed necessary in order to become a worthy and true hero.

However, there were other, unethical training methods such as the ones that Shoto went through that proved to leave long-lasting emotional and physical scars. He could not fathom why certain families pushed their children so hard during training.

Yes, a villain would not be easy on a hero, this much was certain. But to inflict such pain that it left physical scars was unacceptable, and it made righteous anger burn deep within him. However, he took a deep breath, calming himself.

“Forgive me,” he said, pulling away. “I…I do not believe I could help myself,” he stated, bringing his hands to his lap. He knew very well that he let his emotions get the better of him and at this moment, he needed to remain focused.

“Would you favor continuing our conversation?” he asked. “Um…well, my p-parents aren’t heroes but…t-they’re rich and w-when my quirk manifested they...” you paused and curled your fingers inward, ignoring how your nails dug into your palms.

He leaned closer with a serious expression on his face. You closed your eyes, sighing. “They…saw promise in it and…wanted to u-use me as a tool. If their daughter c-could be a hero…then it would boost my family‘s name and...r-reputation.” That spark of anger ignited again, but he held himself back from speaking.

You frowned and opened your eyes. “T-they forced me to train...every day. P-pushed me to my limits, and t-that's why I have...scars on my back. They always t-told me heroes don't feel...pain, they just do whatever it takes to gain f-fame.” Your eyes watered over, but you quickly wiped them.

“The...the m-more pain you can withstand, the more l-love you will receive,” you said, continuing to wipe away the tears on your cheeks. “I-I'm sorry,” Tenya frowned, uncertain how to comfort you. “Please do not apologize,” he said, reaching over to gently grab your wrists in order to pull them away from your face.

“You are likely to irritate your eyes further if you continuously rub them,” he explained before cupping your hands in his own. “I am quite honored that you have shared such memories with me, but are you physically and mentally well?” You glanced down, nodding.

“Yeah…” you replied, tightening your grip on his hands. “I live with a r-relative now….” and you hoped it would remain that way. He leaned closer, making you stiffen out of shyness. “Uh…” you dared to look back up and your face flushed when you locked eyes with him.

“I am…grateful to hear you are safe. Please know that I would never allow anyone, not even the fiercest villain to subject you to such injuries or pain.” While you assumed he was lying, the heroic and loving look in his eyes said otherwise.

And the way he embraced you further convinced you. His arm was tightly around your waist, and when he pulled you close, his opposite hand tangled itself in your hair. Whether it was the fever talking or the fact you were a little touch starved, you wrapped your arms around him in return.

His eyes widened and his heart accelerated. Being this close to you was something he always desired, but knew he could not have. At least not now, but there was always hope for the future. After taking a deep breath, he reluctantly pulled back.

His cheeks burned pink, and he cleared his throat, lifting his hand into the air. “Perhaps it would be best if we retired to sleep,” he suggested, and you turned away shyly. “Oh, uh…” How many hours passed anyway? What time was it? You were tempted to look at your phone but decided against it.

“Please allow me,” he said before standing and walking over to your side of the bed. He pulled back the blanket and shifted the pillows. “Hm,” you looked at him with a blank expression but walked over and sat down.

“Place your legs under the blanket,” he instructed and for a moment, you felt like a young child being tucked in but knew you shouldn’t take it that way. Tenya was just trying to be kind and after everything that happened tonight, it felt comforting to be taken care of by someone.

Once your legs were underneath, Tenya pulled the blanket over you and ensured you were comfortable before walking over to his side. Your face was glowing, and you closed your eyes, wishing your fever to go away. When you felt the bed dip, you mumbled and turned on your side so your back faced Tenya.

He glanced at you but said nothing and removed his glasses, placing them on the nightstand by the bed. Then he lay down with his arms by his sides. His attention was focused on the ceiling for a few minutes, allowing silence and your breathing to ease him to sleep.

Morning came too quickly, and the blinds didn’t stop the sunshine from leaking in. You groaned, fluttering your eyes open. Your head ached softly, and sweat droplets trailed down your forehead. You reached up, intent on wiping it but noticed your arms were stuck.

“Huh?” You looked down, and heat rushed over your face when you noticed a pair of arms wrapped around your waist. Your eyes widened and you turned your head, seeing Tenya’s sleeping face, and realized how heavy his body felt against yours.

You snapped your head back and panicked as you thought of the ways you could get out of this situation. You also thought of how to wake him up without making this awkward. Then again, maybe there was no way you couldn’t make this awkward.

You moved your body and wiggled your arms to jolt him awake. “Iida, Iida!” you hissed out, and he moved his head with a soft mumble in response. A deep breath sounded before he slowly opened his eyes. “Are you…a-awake?” you asked nervously, and he nodded.

“Yes…” he replied, lowering his eyelids. “What is the matter?” You shivered at the sound of his raspy voice. “Uh…y-you um…” How could you explain that his arms were wrapped around you? Sucking a breath in, you tapped his arm with your fingers.

“Hm?” He glanced down, and upon seeing the rather inappropriate position you were in, he immediately pulled his arms back. He stumbled out of the bed, and you jolted up when he hit the wall. “Iida!” you cried out, your eyes wide with concern and your hand extended in his direction.

“P-please accept my most humble apologies!” he frantically pleaded, placing his hands on his thighs, and bowing. His sleeping cap slipped off his head and fell to the floor. However, he resisted the urge to pick it up until you responded.

You blinked, and slowly pulled your hand back only to fist it into your hair. Your forehead still felt hot, but somehow you felt better than last night. Your cheeks burned red, and you glanced away, unsure how to respond to Tenya’s frantic exclamation.

“I-it’s fine,” you said softly before pulling the blanket back and hanging your legs over the side of the bed. “Um…t-thanks,” you said as Tenya leaned back up. “Hm?” he responded, looking at you despite your back facing him.

“F-for last night um…” you rubbed the back of your head, “I t-think it helped,” as talking things out usually did. He looked taken aback but smiled, “I am very honored to have assisted you in such a way and I do hope to be of more assistance in the future,” yes, he wanted you to run to him whenever you had an issue.

But he supposed only time would tell whether that type of trust strengthened between the two of you and despite no longer being the class president, he still wanted to be your closest friend. You turned to look at him, slightly surprised before looking at the floor. “Oh um…s-sure, maybe?” you replied, standing up and stretching.

“I suggest we change our outfits and relocate to the lobby as breakfast is served promptly from 8 a.m. to 11 a.m. Then perhaps we can depart and resume this scheduled camping trip,” he said, reaching for his glasses and slipping them onto his face.

“R-right,” you replied, walking over to your suitcase, and laying it flat on the floor before opening it. You tapped your lips, deciding what outfit you wanted, unlike Tenya who more than likely already had something picked out.

As the two of you walked to the lobby, there was an awkward silence. Part of you wondered if it was your fault, and your anxious thoughts began. What does he think of you now? Is he going to look at you differently? You clenched your jaw, squeezing your eyes shut.

It was almost like something was about to burst out of you but then you heard a familiar voice. “Y/n!” Ashido called, running up to you. “Excuse me Iida!” she said, looping her arm through yours and dragging you away before you could say anything.

Out of instinct or panic, you held your hand out to Iida. However, due to his past experiences with Ashido, he thought it best not to interrupt whatever conversation she wanted with you. “Hey, Iida!” Uraraka called, she was currently sitting at one of the tables available in the lobby with Izuku.

He smiled and looked at you one last time before walking over. “How was your night with Y/n?” she asked when he approached. He paused, recalling last night's events, and cleared his throat. Uraraka tilted her head, noticing the flush on Tenya’s cheeks.

Izuku noticed this as well and they both exchanged a glance before Uraraka smiled. “What happened between you and Y/n last night?!” she questioned excitedly, and Tenya stiffened. “I…I believe I will gather my breakfast,” he stated, quickly walking away from the table and toward the breakfast area.

“Mm…” Uraraka pouted and scanned the room, easily spotting you and Ashido. “I’ll be right back,” she said to Izuku before walking away. “Your flushed face says everything! So, spill it!” Ashido shouted, raising her arms above her head. “Iida was flushing too!” Uraraka said, approaching your table.

You shivered when she turned to you and smiled. “Is everything okay between you two?” she asked suspiciously, and you shook your head. “N-no, I m-mean yes, I...I mean...” you groaned out of embarrassment. You took a breath, trying to gather your composure.

“I was just a-about to tell Mina t-that nothing happened just…” you rubbed the back of your head, glancing at your lap. “We just h-had a talk,” the girls leaned forward, eager to hear more. “A-and well…” you nervously chuckled. “I’m g-glad that he’s my f-friend.” Ashido sighed. “Seriously!?” she cried out, clearly disappointed.

Uraraka frowned and leaned closer to you. “Nothing happened between you two?” she asked, pouting. You nodded and shrugged, “Sorry?” you said before turning your head to look at Tenya who had gathered a plate of food, and happiness washed over you. ‘Yeah...just a friend’ you thought with a bright smile.

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