#so well fed lately my gosh.

[azureasterart]

GALEDION ALT REAL HAYHAHAGAGAGAGGA

Anyway. Absolutely cannot stand that =) face Gladion does here is an edited image I made that is 10x better I did NOT clean it up IDC.

[nulltune]

WOWIE STILL A LOT OF OOMFS (AFFECTIONATE) HERE...... i have been basically going all >:D 🫵 !! at every notif bc HIIII HIIII 🫶💓💗💞

[koipaper]

YANDERE ABBIE CONCEPT (OLD)

Pairings: Yandere! Abbie x Beloved (Yours/Your/Yourself)

Fandom: Fundamental Paper Education

Trigger warnings: Yandere behavior, Paranoia, Overthinking, Obsessive behavior, Worshipping, an OOC headcanon near the end, Manipulation, Guilt tripping, Probably OOC in general hhghd.

A/N: Despite being alive for only a few seconds, Abbie has become one of my favorite characters from Fundamental Paper Education.

‣ Stated in the introduction, Abbie is shown to be timid and the least intelligent in the class, as well as easily frightened in the animation as well. Him being a yandere is rather tame then most others.

‣ You're a student that had enrolled not long before Claire shows up, you never really noticed Abbie until you were paired with him for a partner project. Abbie was stressed and paranoid, what if he annoyed you with always asking for help? What if you just let him fail his part and he dies just like the other students here?? Oh gosh, he was terrified.

‣ The project was a take at home project, so you both agreed to exchange numbers and meet up at your house to get it done in time. Abbie arrived not a minute late, hands shaking like a leaf from his overthinking on the way there. You both greeted each other and sat down on the pillows you set up above the carpet so you both don't get sore. Abble couldn't stop worrying though. Almost everyone who has tried to help him has given up and left, what if your no different? However, to his surprise, you were very patient with him and even offered to work on the things he didn't understand.

‣ The rest of the night was fun, you both got to know each other a bit and you managed to finish the project within two hours. Abbie had told you that he wasn't smartest in the class, how usually his friend Engal would attempt to aid him but would fail because he was just too dumb to understand. So, you decided to help Abbie pass all of his assignments by doing it for him to save him from trouble. You already had his number, so you could just send him the answers before anything major like a test so he could write it down and pass. ‣ He agreed, and from then on, you both became best buddies! If only you knew that your little act of kindness caused an obsession to brew from the young man... ‣ How I write Abbie, his yandere traits would be Obsessive, Pathetic, Worshipping, Harmless, Dependent, Anxious, Clingy, and Tame. ‣ He sees you as a angel that was sent by heaven to aid him during his time at this wretched school, there was no denying it. He often praises you for how smart you are, as well as how kind and patient you are with him. He wants it all to himself... No one but him should be gazed apon with those loving eyes but him. You don't want him to feel like your abandoning him do you? ‣ Seen in official art, he was holding what seemed to be a love letter while Lana was pulling on his cheek teasingly. So maybe he writes love letters that he might one day send to his beloved to confess. These letters are his way to vent his feelings about you, since he gets too anxious to ever give them to you. ‣ SPEAKING OF ANXIOUS, I feel like Abbie would be in a constant state of paranoia that eventually you'll get fed up of helping him with his work. He'll die without your help! You don't want him falling to the hands of Miss Circle, do you?! Don't leave him, please! ‣ Abbie is quite obsessive when it comes to his crush on his beloved, he fantasizes about you, being in your arms, being able to kiss you, calling you his, he cannot wait! However, this is why he writes in a diary to prevent him from confessing too early. He'd die if you found out about his crush on you. ‣ Lana is no help either. If anything she more or so encourages Abbies crush on you (of course, she hasn't seen what lies beneath his lovey-dovey rambles about you, so she assumes that her best friend is just experiencing a normal crush.) If you ever come to her about Abbies strange behavior, She would shrug it off, saying that maybe he's just trying to show how appreciative he is that you stuck around. ‣ A bit OOC here (or just a personal headcanon of mine), Abbie's rather touchstarved, so affection by you feels like a high to him. Just a simple hug? He melts into your embrace. A small peck on the cheek? He's turning into putty as we speak. Holding his hand in the halls so you can get through a tough crowd? His face is flushing at the feeling. Even if the gesture is small, it fuels his obsession like wood to a fire place. He takes whatever he can get although, so there's that... ‣ Although, secrets can't stay secrets forever. You were invited to Abbies house to do another project just like when you first met. And you got curious and began snooping around his room when he went to get a drink for the both of you. Inside a drawer, you find a book labeled "DIARY: PLEASE KEEP OUT". You thought that maybe a itty bitty peak wouldn't hurt anybody, so you decided to read. ‣ Inside the first few pages were filled with words beyond words about you, mostly his thoughts about you. It was cute at first... until it started getting creepy.. The pages would be just word after word about how much he fantasized about you, how he felt every time he felt you were getting tired of him, and how he couldn't live long without you in his life before Miss Circle or any other of the teachers would kill him. He needed you, he wanted you, he would do anything just for you to be his. ‣ Before you could even react, a hand slammed the book shut causing you to yelp in surprise. Abbie stood before you, water in one hand and the diary in the other. His face was hard to read.

‣ His eyes were shaped like pinpricks, and tears were formed in his eyes, on the brink of spilling if you even dared to run. (His face is a ref to this.)

‣ "You didn't... You didn't see much, did you..?" He asked, his voice cracking and ready to break. Surly you didn't see much right?

‣ He hopes you didn't.

‣ He prays you didn't

‣ After all, he doesn't want to lose the only one who was patient enough to stick by him and his lack of intelligence. He NEEDS you to stay.

‣ He'll die without you, remember?

[vshthestmpede]

Hi there!

Could we get some headcanons for vash, nick, and knives and what pet names they use for their s/o and how they would use them? Like in what situations they would use them? And what their s/o would call them in return?

Thank you 🫶🏻

the boys & their nicknames for their significant other

word count; 896

warnings; none, this is just some sweet stuff to alleviate the constant trauma our boys (and subsequently, we enjoyers) go through

note; i am such a damn sucker for cute nicknames, so this request was super fun to write!! tysm for requesting, i truly appreciate it <3 so sorry for the lack of things, covid has been kicking my butt lately on top of college ;-;

cross-posted to ao3

VASH

mayfly + lovebug

to make up for the lack of pda, vash makes sure you know how he cares by the way he calls for you

as soon as it starts, your real name is out the window and you're only to be called by the pet name he bestowed on you

you love the way it rolls off his tongue, like it was meant for you

started as a private thing as vash prefers to keep his love life under wraps but eventually became something he was proud to use in public amongst those he trusted

"good morning, mayfly."

you stretched the sleep out of your joints, blinking to adjust to the bright sunlight. vash had himself propped up on his forearms, twirling your hair around his fingers gently.

"sleep well?" he asked as you turned on your side to face him. he leaned forward and kissed your forehead as you nodded. "good. we don't have to leave for another hour or so, wanna snuggle?"

you responded by pulling him closer to you, burying your face in his chest. he wrapped his arms around you, his fingers lazily drawing shapes into your back.

"how'd you sleep, lovebug?" you murmured, voice still heavy with sleep.

vash grinned. "lovebug, hm? that's new."

you shrugged and readjusted, looking up at him. "well i thought with mayfly i needed to come up with something similar."

"fair enough, i like it." vash chuckled. "very creative. i slept okay, had a weird dream though."

"is that so? tell me all about it."

WOLFWOOD

my star + handsome

you never took wolfwood to take to romance or any of the cheesy aspects of being in a relationship

however, being a man who wasn't given any real love growing up, he craved it more than anything

of course, he'd never show it to the other three, so things like nicknames were saved solely for time between the two of you

you savored those times, enjoying the softer side of the undertaker

he would tell you how there were billions of stars in the sky yet only you were his, the brightest and most dazzling in his eyes

you pounded on the bathroom door, fed up. "c'mon, princess, i'm sure you look amazing now open the damn door!"

the door swung open and nicholas, hair still wet and messy, gave you the coldest stare behind his sunglasses.

"the hell did you just call me?" he asked, blocking you from moving past him. "no, no, no. you've never called me any sort of name before and now you just -"

"i'll keep calling you it if you don't let me use the damn bathroom," you snapped back, grabbing his arm and literally pulling him out of the bathroom. "thank you!"

coming out of the bathroom after finishing your business, you held back a laugh when you found nicholas sitting on the edge of the bed with his lips pressed into a tight frown. you flopped on the bed next to him, pulling him down with you.

"oh my gosh." you laughed as he turned away from you with a small 'hmph'. "c'mere, handsome."

instantly, he melted into your embrace, clearly much more pleased with the new nickname.

"that's better," he murmured.

"you're such a big softie," you chided playfully, brushing his hair from his face. "never change, okay?"

"yes, my star."

KNIVES

sunshine + sweetheart

if you thought it would take knives forever to even acknowledge the feelings you two shared, just imagine how long it took for him to take up on any sort of romantic gesture

you were at the helm in this voyage, showing him acts of affection first to egg him on

quickly you both learned he wasn't the biggest on physical touch but definitely enjoyed the whole concept of nicknames, something that made you stand above the rest even more to him

despite that, he found himself fighting on what he thought would fit you perfectly

you had cycled through the generic ones (babe, baby, etc.) but decided that sweetheart was the winner the way a goofy, almost childlike smile appeared on his face when you called him it the first time

knives refused any help on coming up with your nickname, demanding he figure it out himself

"i've got it!"

your head snapped up from your book as the piano playing suddenly ceased and knives stood, knocking the bench over at his abrupt movement.

"are you alright, sweetheart?" you asked, pushing yourself up out of your chair and heading towards him. he met you halfway, taking your hands in his excitedly. "what's going on in that head of yours?"

"you're my sunshine, (name)."

he had said it so happily, staring right in your eyes as he declared his newly thought of nickname. you felt your heart race at the simple gesture and the look on his face, basking in the joy that radiated off of him.

"i love it." your hands moved from his up to cradle his face. "what made you think of sunshine?"

knives leaned into your hand, proud of himself. "you just. . .you light up my life. you're so warm and caring, it's like you're if sunshine was a human."

your heart swelled at his kind words, this soft and sweet side of knives - albeit rare - was something you treasured and would always hold close to your heart.

[6lood6ourne]

Lol my OM! world building but it's no bueno

you've been in a long term relationship with a demon. they're together, happy, mc has fully integrated into devildom life. maybe even you want to start extending the family. you talk to him, he's ecstatic—always wanted kids but didn't know how you would feel having a cambion—he's so so happy. he walks you through what the pregnancy might be like for you, you tell the other brothers, they're overjoyed!

but there's something eerie about them. they all have some pained expression. like they're not telling you something. you feel like you know all you possibly can know about demon-human relations at this point. but you don't let it bother you!

after weeks and months of trying, you start feeling a bit hungrier. a bit sick even. after taking a pregnancy test, you finally took. congratulations, you're 5 weeks pregnant! everyone is so happy for you! diavolo even throws a small party to celebrate, despite your protest. you feel...weird when you look at solomon though. probably nothing to worry about! hormones hitting early?

you're around 8 weeks now, not far along, but you fall gravely ill. pale, sweating nonstop, irritable beyond belief, can't hold down any food, but starving. hunger like you've never experienced. ravenous hunger that rips through you to the point it scares beelzebub. you're scared too. everyone keeps giving you those looks though. like they're hiding something.

asmodeus brings you a plate of delicious food, tells you it's a devildom delicacy you've never tried! you're shocked, swearing you've tried about everything you possibly could have by now. but you take it, it's delicious. it's similar to flank steaks, cooked exactly how you like. you actually can hold it down as well! you're back on your feet a day later, better than ever!

before long, a week or so, you start feeling ill again. it's worse this time. even the smell of food makes you want to blow chunks, but you're ravenous. needing something that hits the same spot that asmo's delicious steaks had. you're bedridden again before long.

the cycle repeats, a demon brings you a food you've never tried, helping you eat, making sure you eat all the meat on your plate at the very least.

as you get further into your pregnancy, the time between illness is shorter and shorter. you've never heard of this before. maybe your mother was like this with you? just need the correct meal!

you hit your third trimester. it's hard to handle, the boys are coming home late to bring you new ingredients for your special meals. how kind of them, they'll all be amazing uncles!

you have your baby shower at 28 weeks, it's amazing and grand. you got such amazing gifts for the baby, and your entire family unit now. gosh, you're a family of three now! how wonderful is that! it goes amazingly. everyone is there, even some other nobles that you had met overtime that diavolo has invited. you just wish solomon could have been there. he must be on some official sorcerer business.

it's a week away from when you're due now, your bags are all packed, everyone is on high alert at all times, and your demon won't leave your side. the meals are near constant, hunger consuming you faster than ever. but everyone dotes on you so kindly that you are always fed, there's always someone fetching an ingredient for you.

two days til you're due, your demon partner sits you down. he is sweating, looking dreadful, frightened. either by thought of your current state, impending due dates, or what he was sitting you down for, you had no clue.

he starts to tell you. he breaks down crying, wishing he had told you sooner. before you got so sick. before it got this late into the pregnancy.

your baby will be born "normal." as normal as a cambion can be, but more human than demon. you were never worried about that you tell him! what's he going on about?

he straightens his back, sniffles a little, and looks you dead in the eyes.

"you have been eating...human." he says, as flat as he can manage. what? is this some prank? really funny guys! you laugh at him, praying this is some sick joke. his eyebrows furrow in pure distress.

"if you didn't, our little one would have been born, for lack of a better word, a monster. the birth would have killed you. i...i couldn't do that. i can't lose you."

you felt your pact mark with him burn. burn like you've never felt anything. as if you were on the sun itself just in the one spot. guilt hit you. his guilt hit you. you felt so disgusting and horrible. you've ruined people's lives. you've eaten so much meat over the course of the pregnancy. you immediately ran to the bathroom to throw up.

you welcome a beautiful, healthy baby into the devildom two days after your due date. after eating a few more delicious meals of course. all for the baby you keep telling yourself.

after baby comes home, all of your symptoms have subsided. you feel better than you thought postpartum should feel. after a month, you finally let everyone come visit baby. so sad solomon couldn't come to visit today.

i have literally hardly posted but i just thought of actually dark world building for om! and need it out of my brain NEOW. i am by NO means a writer, i've done HCs in the past on twt but that's kinda it. if ppl see this, constructing criticism is welcome for if i start to write more :3

also idk if you can tell but i read a lot of DM stuff so this is slightly barely inspired by some pieces i've seen from that fandom!

[ahgasegotarmy116]

L0v3 M3

Summary: You're both each other's escape but he can't tell you who he really is... Pairing: y/n x idol Yeonjun Word Count: 4.2k~ Warnings: Like one or two curse words lmao... that's it a/n: Requested by a lovely anon <3 I hope you like it :)

🟢  y/n is online

🟢 Yejun is online

Yejun: How's your day been? I haven't heard from you today :/

y/n: I am so sorry Yejun! Things have been pretty hectic at work and I wasn't even able to eat lunch today :(

Yejun: Oh my gosh that's horrible! How are you feeling? You must be exhausted! Have you eaten yet?

y/n: *send picture of your favorite food* Yup! I figured I would treat myself today!

Yejun: You definitely deserve it after the crazy day you had!

y/n: Enough about me though, how have you been? Did you do anything fun today? I know you said it was your day off so I hope you did :)

Yejun: Not really, I hung out with one of my roommates since we both ended up having today off so we just played some video games.

y/n: Oh did you guys try out that new game you said was coming out soon?

Yejun: Yeah we did! It came out on Friday but we didn't have time to check it out until now so it was fun trying to figure it out together. 

y/n: Did you win?

Yejun: Of course

y/n: As expected from my champion <3

I smile down at my phone after rereading your message for the 10th time before responding. "What are you smiling at?" Beomgyu says walking into the living room after waking up from his nap. "Nothing" I say locking and putting away my phone before another ding rings out notifying the both of us (unfortunately) of another one of your messages coming through.

"Doesn't look like it's nothing" Beomgyu says tilting his head trying to see my phone hidden behind my back. "Well either way it isn't any of your business I say defensively. "Yeonjun be honest, you're still talking to that girl aren't you?" he says, obviously disappointed in me. 

"So what? What's wrong with that?" I say continuing to defend myself. "She doesn't know who you are right? You know it could cause a huge scandal if-" "I'm being careful. But no, she doesn't know who I am. I know better than that" I say hoping the conversation is over and we can move onto something else. "You better..." he says trailing off.

"What's that supposed to mean? Last time I checked I was the hyung here. You really think you can talk to me like that?" I spit out getting fed up with him. "Okay I'm sorry I'll stop bugging you about it damn" he mumbles. "I'm sick of your disrespect Beomgyu. When are you gonna sto-" "Yeonjun that's enough" Soobin says walking into our dorm trying to defuse the situation. 

"You know what I'm done, I'm leaving" I say walking towards the door and heading outside. Luckily some of our staff are still hanging around outside since they had just dropped Soobin off. "Can you take me for a drive? I just need to get out of my head for a while" I ask knowing that taking a walk instead isn't really possible with my current idol status.

The staff nods and opens the car door for me before going over to the drivers side. "Do you have anywhere you would like to go or just somewhere away from the city?" he suggests and I'm happy to hear that he's able to read my mind. "Away from the city please, I need to get away from all the chaos" to which he nods and starts the car doing just as I had asked. 

I pull out my phone after our drive is underway and I remember that I had left you on read.

🟡 Yejun is busy → 🟢 Yejun is online

🟡 y/n is busy

The last message you had sent me was asking if I had any plans for the rest of the night. I'll be honest I downloaded this app with the intention of pretending to be someone else. I just wanted to be a normal guy, talking to normal people and having normal conversations. But when you're an idol that privilege gets ripped away from you and you don't realize how much you're going to miss it until it's too late. So my name on here is Yejun and he's basically me except with a new face and a new name.

Choi Yejun, Yes I know very creative but I did't want to lie too much

Age: 24

Birthday: September 12th which isn't a complete lie because it's the 12th in America but the 13th in Korea

Height: 6ft, yes I did add on an inch okay, sue me!

Blood Type: A

MBTI: ENFP

Education: Batchelor's degree in Music with a minor in dance. This one however is a lie laced with some truth okay, let me have this one. 

I got the pictures of "Yejun" off of instagram after looking through hundreds of accounts, trying to find one that fit my vibe. Luckily the account that I take the pictures from belongs to a very very narcissistic guy so I'm constantly getting new picture to send you if I need to. Do I feel bad lying to you? Yes of course.

I wasn't even planning on keeping this account for long. I just wanted to try and use it as some sort of escape. We met by chance and somehow along the way we just started messaging each other everyday and it's gotten to the point that I feel like there's something missing if I haven't heard from you that day. 

Some days are busier than others and I hate it. I wish I could just spend the day with you. Not just messaging you on my phone or computer but really spend time with you, in person. Somewhere along the way I started to fall for you. Don't ask me why or how, it kind of just, happened. I noticed it when I started to compare every woman I encountered to you, and none of them could live up to what you mean to me. Call me crazy but something in me is holding out the hope that someday we can be together, or at least meet. 

We've been talking to each other for months but I'm afraid that when I finally gain the courage to call you that you'll recognize my voice and that could be the beginning of the end for us. You're not even into Kpop like that, let alone my team (it hurt my ego a little bit but I got over it) but it still scares me. My attention is soon brought back to my phone as I see that you've come back online and responded to my message.

🟡 y/n is busy → 🟢 y/n is active

🟢 Yejun is active 

 Yejun: Hey sorry I got busy there for a second but no I'm free for the rest of the night. What about you? 

y/n: I'm free as well :)

Yejun: Good

y/n: Good?

Yejun: Yeah because you can pay attention to me after neglecting me all day :(

y/n: I already told you I was busyyyyyy 

Yejun: Yeah I know I was just teasing

y/n: If it makes you feel any better I really missed you <3

My breath hitches a bit at the confession. It's nothing big but for some reason it has my heart racing nonetheless.

Yejun: Yeah you better! But I missed you more ;)

y/n: Good, what are you up to?

Yejun: Nothing really, just relaxing, trying to clear my head.

y/n: Oh, is there something wrong?

Yejun: It's just that things have gotten really busy at work and I feel like I'm being stretched way too thin.

y/n: Could you maybe talk to your boss? See if there's anyways that someone could help you out?

Yejun: There's already four other people working with me so they can't really afford to spare anyone else. Plus it would throw us all off if someone else did join this late in the game. 

y/n: Oh okay that's understandable. You guys don't want to mess up the synergy you have going on right?

I smile happy that you're starting to understand me and my world without really knowing it. 

Yejun: Exactly! I couldn't have put it better myself :)

y/n: You know you can tell me anything right? I know that you like to keep things to yourself about you work and everything but if you're struggling with say your friends or you're feeling down then I'm always here <3

Yejun: Thank you y/n I really appreciate you and our friendship so much! You have no idea how much you've helped me since we first met. Life for me is just so fast paced so it's really nice to have someone who likes me for me and not for what I can do for them you know?

y/n: I totally understand, I feel the same way about you. Even though we haven't met in person I feel like you're the best friend I've ever had. Like a true friend, so thank you Yejun. You've made my days so much brighter and my nights so peaceful. I just don't know what I would do without you.

It's really me that needs you. Everything in my life from the age of 15 to 19 has been about debuting and now that I have it's just, well I don't know, things are just not the way I thought they would be. Seeing my Sunbaes debut before me just made me so excited at the prospects of someday following in their footsteps. I kept counting the days, waiting for that time to come when they would finally tell us we were going to debut. 

I was the first member of the team that would become Tomorrow x Together and the other guys trickled in bit by bit in 2016 and soon we were put together. It still took us about three years until we debuted but we worked hard every single day until we finally made it! 

A few months after we debuted though the pandemic hit, and everything about the way that idols and idol groups promoted their music and performed had completely changed. The day they told us that BTS had to postpone their world tour was the day that I knew everything was going to change.

It was hard being a new idol group and not being able to get the love, energy and support that most groups get. It just makes all of the hard work worth it when you get to see the look on people's faces and hear them cheering for you. Although my idol journey hasn't been the same as idol groups that debuted before me I wouldn't change it for the world.

The pandemic brought our team closer, but it also pushed us apart at times. Having to live together with the uncertainty of it all was nerve wrecking. It's all thanks to our Moa though, they really kept us going when times got tough. But even after the pandemic started to calm down I just couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing, that I had lost something and I wasn't sure how to find it. That's when I found you.

I had wanted to find some way I could escape from this whole idol world and just be me. Not Tomorrow x Together Yeonjun, just me Choi Yeonjun the kid who worked so hard for his dream and made it come true. I want people to like me for me, but things started to change with the people around me when I debuted. Some idols would try to befriend me, only to get closer to BTS and the friends that I had made before when I was still a trainee started to treat me differently now that I was "famous". 

The members of BTS and especially Namjoon hyung really helped me navigate this whole scene and always gave me the best advice. I watched them grow, from their tiny debut showcase and their even smaller fan meet, to their first win with I Need U. Everyday since the beginning I've seen what they're capable of and I want us to be that kind of group someday too.

Thanks to them they've opened up a lot of doors not only for us but for the whole industry. I'm always thinking of them and how much I've grown to love an support them, I always have and I always will. Plus they're all just so hilarious, they never fail to bring a smile to my face and I could never thank them enough. 

I know I'm rambling but those are the thoughts that go through my head when I try to process my life these days. There are days I want to say "Fuck this" and just leave, but there are other days that I just couldn't imagine myself doing anything else. It's come to a point where I don't think I could go on without being a part of this team, and that's gotten really unhealthy for me. This whole mindset I've found myself trapped in for these past few weeks has been utterly exhausting and the only thing that's kept me going has been you. 

I know I have my members and Moa and the company to rely on but I just want to be seen as a person, not an idol or an asset, just me. You've really brought me back down and helped me embrace my humanity again, as dramatic as that sounds it really is true. It's easy getting wrapped up in the glitz and the glamor of it all but having you really reminded me that I'm still my own person apart from all of this. It's just, I don't know...freeing I guess? Being able to just be myself, but I hate that I can't be my true self with you. 

I've adopted this persona that I have to stick to, for both of our safety. It's not that I don't trust you, it's just that I want to keep you away from all of this and keep your view of me as the same guy you've known this whole time. Yes with a new face and some tweaked physical traits but it's still me. I hope that someday if we get to meet that you won't hold it against me. I hope you'll realize that It was safer this way because I really want to keep you in my life but only for as long as you let me. 

y/n: Are you still there?

Yejun: Yeah I'm sorry I've got my head stuck in the clouds but I really do feel the same way :)

y/n: What's got you so distracted?

Yejun: Just life I just can't seem to separate myself from work you know? My work life balance isn't the best but unfortunately with the kind of job I have it's pretty much impossible to do so. 

y/n: I swear you get more and more cryptic everyday 

Yejun: I'm sorry I'll stop talking about it. What are you up to?

y/n: Nothing really, I just put on a show that I've seen before as background noise but I really have kept my night clear to talk to you and I'm glad it worked out :)

Yejun: Me too, but hey I have a question for you. Well more of a proposition...

y/n: You're scaring me but I'm all ears

Yejun: Would you maybe be free to talk right now? I just really need to hear your voice.

I've told you time and time again that I didn't feel comfortable talking on the phone but I think I need to make an exception for this time.

y/n: Are you sure? I mean yes I would love to talk to you but I just know you've been uncomfortable with the idea of calling but yes! Call whenever :)

I ask the staff to pull over into a pretty much abandoned parking lot hoping this will provide me with enough privacy. I step out of the car and let him know that I'm going to take a call and it might take a while, to which he nods and tells me not to wander off too far. 

My thumb hovers over the call button for a few moments before I finally take a deep breath and press it to start a call. It rings a few times and I can feel the anxiety build with every ring that plays until I hear a click telling me you've picked up. 

"Yejun?" I hear your voice resounds melodically.

"Um yeah hi" I say in english. Us living in different countries has also proved to be an obstacle in our relationship but it's honestly for the best. 

"Oh my gosh is it really you? I can't believe I'm actually hearing your voice!" you say clearly excited which releases so much tension I've been holding in my body all day. 

You've sent me voice notes before and if I'm honest I listen to them about twice a day but who knew that something as simple as actually speaking to you could make me feel so at peace. 

"Me neither, I don't know why I was so scared to call you but I'm so happy we are finally doing it" I say feeling like a new layer has been added onto our relationship.

"Me too, you've been sounding really down today though. I know you've already told me about it but is there anything I can do to help?" you ask.

"No it's okay love, why don't you tell me about your day instead?" I let out and start looking up at the stars. 

"Love?" you repeat, clearly surprised.

"Shit I mean-"

"No it's okay, I like it" you respond and I can hear how shy you've gotten from the accidental term of endearment.

"Really?" I ask now feeling embarrassed but also happy that you don't mind if I call you that. 

I've gotta try out other pet names to see how they will make you react because even if I can't see you I can clearly tell you're blushing. 

"Really" you say and the line goes silent for a while, neither of us knowing what we should say next. 

"So are you gonna tell me about your day silly?" I resort to, amused by your shyness. 

"Oh right, well when I got there this morning we..." you say telling me every little thing you could think about that had happened you today, and I mean it when I say that you tell me every detail but I can't help but find it incredibly endearing. 

"Yejun?" you say catching me off guard, I'm not really used to responding to that name when it's said aloud so it took me a second. 

"Hmm?" I hum in acknowledgement having lost track of your story.

"Were you even listening to me?" you laugh, clearly knowing the answer already.

I list off a few things that I had thought I had heard but unfortunately had gotten wrong.

"Yeah you said something about spilling your tea on yourself while you were at home and had to change again before you left right?"

"It was actually coffee and I spilled it on my coworker and they had to send it out for dry cleaning but luckily he keeps a spare set of clothes at his desk"

"Oh yeah and he said that you had to give him the money to pay for the dry cleaning"

"No he was really chill about it and I offered to buy him lunch as an apology so I went to go pick something up for us on our break so it would be ready for us during lunch"

"Right right and you went to go get fried chicken and they took forever" 

"I swear your mind is something else because it sounds like you know the plot but somewhere along the way lost all the details of the story" you say laughing at me and I know know now that I got it bad. I know it might seem foolish to say that I'm in love with someone that I haven't even met but there's just something about you.

"I'm sorry love, I just really love the sound of your voice so I kind of got lost in it. I'm not ignoring you I promise I guess that I'm just getting a little tired"

"Oh so I'm boring you to sleep?" you say sternly

"No y/n that's not what I meant I-"

"I know, I just wanted to hear how you would sound when you were panicked" 

"You're mean" I pout, really feeling scared that I already messed things up between us.

"Aw you love me" you say so simply that I choke on air before my mind can even fully process what she had just said.

"You okay over there?" you laugh clearly amused at my reactions to your teasing. 

"Yep *cough cough* all good" I say trying to calm myself down, this is so embarrassing, I don't even know how to respond to subtle flirting from you. It's come so easily to me when I'm with my members and even Moas but I guess since I don't have feelings for any of them like I do with you it's just a little more nerve wracking.

"Maybe I should let you go so you can get some sleep. It's probably really late over there right?" 

"Yeah I guess you're right. I just wish that the time difference didn't make things so difficult for us" I say taking a deep breath in and letting it out to calm myself. 

"Me too, but we finally spoke on the phone so at least that's something! We should do this more often!" you say trying to cheer me up. 

"Definitely! I'll let you know next time I'm free to call and you do the same for me okay? Maybe we could squeeze each other into our schedules a bit more" I say hopeful that something like that might work. 

"Sounds good. Goodnight Yejun" you let out in a melancholy tone.

"Have a good rest of your day love" I finish before hanging up. 

After finally getting back to the city and making our way to the dorm I'm reminded of the way I left in the middle of an argument. 

"Are you going to be okay Yeonjun?" the staff asks, clearly concerned knowing that something set off the need for this impromptu trip. "Yeah I just lost my temper but I'll be fine. Thank you for tonight, I know I kept you out for a lot longer than you're used to". "It's okay kid, I knew you needed it. Let me know if you need anymore late night drives again. Oh and Yeonjun" he calls out before I'm able to close the door. "I hope she's worth it" he says with a sad smile, clearly aware of what had just happened. "She is, don't worry" I say giving him a shy smile in return. "Have a good night, get home safe" I say and close the door after we finished saying our goodbyes. 

Walking in the door I'm greeted by the sight of Beomgyu sitting in the living room with a dim light providing us with a soft golden glow. "I really don't want to hear it tonight" I say starting to make my way to my room. "Please, I just want to apologize" he lets out, clearly remorseful. I stop in my tracks and think for a second before finally caving and sitting down on the seat opposite of him and wait for him to continue. 

"I'm sorry for the way I spoke to you today, it was uncalled for and I know that" he says pausing, giving me a chance to respond. "I know you're just concerned for the team and you're right, we have a duty to each other as a team but also we have a duty to each other as people. This has been going on for months and no one else has found out besides you because you're nosy" I say smiling at him, showing him a playful attitude rather than an accusatory one.

"I'm being careful don't worry okay? I wouldn't jeopardize the team like that. As much as it hurts me to have to keep my life a secret from her, she's very understanding about it all and isn't pushing me to tell her anything. Just please let me have this Gyu, I've got it under control" I say hoping we can leave it at that. "Okay, I trust you" he says and we sit in silence for a while until he speaks up. 

"You spoke to her on the phone tonight didn't you?" he asks with a sly smile. "No...yes...how do you know?" I ask confused as to how he could read me so quickly. "Because you looked so happy when you came in here verses how you left. A miracle had to have happened to curb that temper" he says clearly happy he was right. "Goodnight Beomgyu" I say and get up to make moves to go to bed, rolling my eyes at his cheekiness before I smack him upside the head and run off with him yelling and running after me. 

"Choi Yeonjun" I hear being yelled from inside of Soobin's room clearly having been woken up by our shenanigans. "Goodnight everyone" I yell back and close the door and lock it behind me providing me safety for the rest of the night. I let out and breath and shrug off the jacket I had been wearing and throw it on my desk chair and I soon hear a quite notification pop up and confused as to who it might be I pull out my phone right away and I smile instantly reading the message over and over and over again. 

y/n: Goodnight love talk to you tomorrow <3 

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Hey! I got one for digital circus! If you’re not wanting to do it thats totally cool!

With Caine being AI and not having a previous life outside the circus, I think he would be rather confused and intrigued by tickles once he found out about it. And knowing Caine, he’d probably wanna test it out on all the circus members just cause their reactions would be amusing to him and fluffyness would ensue!

That is all, have a wonderful day Lovley!

Smile For Me

Summary: Caine's a bit fed up at the fact that his circus crew just will not smile. So he takes it upon himself to make them smile, and along the way, he finds out some very useful information about each of them.

Word Count: 2.2k words

Warnings: censored swearing, Caine is a teasy AI, cute alert.

A/N: ahhhhh nonnie i'm so sorry this is late! I've been so busy, and then I got sick which took me out for a while :( thankfully i'm no longer bedbound and managed to complete it this morning <3

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Caine was a bit fed up today. Everything just seemed so dull. His circus cast weren’t having fun at all. His adventures weren’t being well-received, and everyone just seemed so gosh darn grumpy! Caine tried to get everyone used to the circus when they first arrived. He assumed wacky fun was how to make anyone laugh or even a smile to appear on their faces. But Caine didn’t hear a single giggle from anyone, nor see a grin. And it was starting to frustrate him.

Sure, he might only be some lines of coding and a program within a game, but why was it so hard to bring smiles to these kinds of people?! Something had to give, and Caine pondered this even as he worked on his top secret project in the Void, his Wacky Watch beeping occasionally to track the crew’s movements, ensuring they were staying in the bounds of the circus. And luckily, they all were.

Maybe it was the project annoying Caine, but his fingers twitched as the AI pulsated with extra energy. This sometimes happened, but it felt worse this time. He needed a way to get out this jumpy energy, so out of impulse, he left the project alone and teleported into the tent. Right near Ragatha, who was walking by.

“RAGATHA!”

The doll screamed and hit the floor pretty hard, landing with quite an audible ‘OOF!’ noise. Caine gasped and flew to her side, the AI checking if she had been hurt.

“Gracious, my dear! I’m so sorry if I startled you! Are you hurt? Oh, what am I saying? You hit that floor most hard indeed!” Caine rambled, his gloved hands softly checking for sore spots.

“I’m fine Caine, plehease just- AHAHAHA!” Ragatha squealed, as she felt Caine poke into her side, right above her hip. Caine retracted his hands.

“Is that a sore spot? Oh dear, Ragatha! I’m so very sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt you!”

“No, no. You didn’t hurt me, Caine.” Ragatha assured, biting her tongue against further giggles.

“Well, then… what was that noise that left your mouth, if not a pained noise?” the ringleader asked.

“Oh, I’m just kind of ticklish there, Caine. You got me by surprise.” Ragatha explained. Caine blinked, taken aback. A question mark appeared out of the top of his head to further display his utter confusion. That was a word he didn’t know.

“Tick-lish? Tick-uh-lish? What is… what is tick-lish, Ragatha?” Caine asked, sounding the word out slowly, to try and get a deeper meaning of it.

Ragatha sighed, a small smile pulling at her mouth. “Okay, so the plural is called tickling. Basically, you touch someone and if it makes them laugh, it means that they’re ticklish. And when it comes to tickling someone, you can try mostly anywhere. There’s different tickle spots for any person, if they are ticklish. Like a person’s sides, hips, ribs. Anything, really. It just kind of differs between different people.”

Caine could feel his digital fingers wiggling on instinct the more that Ragatha explained to him. It sounded fun, plus it sounded like a surefire way to make someone laugh! Which was exactly what Caine was after when it came to his circus crew.

“Might I tickle you, Ragatha?” Caine asked, his voice very blunt and to the point. Ragatha’s smile turned wobbly as she softly held her hands up in front of her.

“Caine, don’t be silly. I-I’m not ticklish.” she lied. Caine didn’t believe her at all.

“My dear, you just told me you were. I don’t think lying to me is going to get you very far.” he said, even as he snapped his fingers. His ringleader outfit changed to a cowboy outfit, complete with a digital rope appearing in his hands. He lassoed Ragatha like a cowboy and pulled her into his arms, the ringleader holding Ragatha in a soft hug, her back pressed against his hip as his gloved hands snuck along her back.

“Yee-haw! I got me a ticklish dollie in my hands! Whooooo, boy!” Caine cheered, his AI voice switching to a Texan accent very briefly. Ragatha pursed her lips hard against the laughter bubbling in her throat.

“Y-You sound rihidihiculous, Cahahaine!” Ragatha teased, wriggling softly in the ringleader’s grasp. Caine gasped in mock offence.

“Oh, how very rude! Why, such rudeness is not permitted in my circus!” Caine declared, as his hand that was not holding the doll squeezed into her left side. “Is it ticklish here?”

Ragatha gasped and clamped her hands over her mouth, muffled giggles going into her hands as she closed her real eye, the button one remaining stubbornly open. Her shoulders bounced softly as she fought to keep her laughter quiet. Caine’s eyes shone a little. There was some laughter, that he coaxed out of the ticklish ragdoll. Good gracious, finally!

“Why, your laughter is sweeter than angel food cake!” Caine stated. Ragatha couldn’t exactly blush, but she felt her face grow warm all the same.

“Hahaha, Cahahahaine! Lehehehet gohoho of mehehe!”

“If you say so.” Caine said, letting her go as requested. Ragatha sighed as she dusted her dress off. She really had not expected that to work. She thought for sure that Caine was just going to ignore her and keep tickling.

“This is most intriguing. I must go test this on the others!” Caine said, his AI mind buzzing with theories as to the other members’ tickle spots.

“Go do that. But leave Pomni alone. She hates being touched. Like, she really hates it.” Ragatha murmured softly.

Caine could see she wasn’t joking and he nodded. “Alright. I shan’t touch Pomni. But the others are fair game, right?”

Ragatha nodded, and Caine’s eyes shone with mischief. “Lovely. Bye now, Ragatha.” he said, flying through the circus, on the hunt for another circus member to tickle silly. And then he saw a purple ear disappear around a corner, and he chased after it.

“Hey, Jax!”

The purple rabbit turned around. Upon seeing Caine, he looked very irritated. “What do you want, Caine?”

“I want to ask you something, Jax!” Caine said, adjusting his gloves a small bit as he looked upon the taller one.

“Which is? Make it snappy, I’m a busy guy.” Jax responded.

“Are you ticklish, Jax?” Caine asked, his mismatched eyes focused entirely on Jax’s face. Of all the things Jax was expecting Caine to ask, that most certainly was not one of them.

“Uh-“

“I take it that’s a yes!” Caine said. “So now I’m gonna tickle you.”

“Oh, no the (SPROING!) you’re not!” Jax called back, running off. Caine flew after him, the ringleader chuckling mischievously.

“Running was a bad idea, my friend! If you just stayed still, this would have been so much easier~”

“(HONK!) YOU!” Jax shot back even as he turned a corner, panting softly as he turned his head, rapidly looking for somewhere to hide. But to his dismay, when his head turned back around, Caine flew towards him and trapped the rabbit in a tight backwards hug.

“Gotcha, Jax!” Caine declared, his fingers immediately going to work, spidering up and down Jax’s sides. Jax spluttered out a string of incoherent curses before the bunny fell into laughter, squirming desperately in Caine’s arms.

“CAHAHAHAINE, STAHAHAP!” Jax cried out, hiding his smile. Caine saw him doing this and tutted, the AI chuckling to himself.

“Let me see you smile.”

“CAHAHAHAINE, YOU LITTLE (SPLAT!)” Jax cursed. Caine sighed. How rude.

“Now, is that any way to talk to me? Where’s your manners, Jax?” Caine asked, one hand grabbing Jax’s hands and pulling them away from his mouth.

“CAHAHAHAINE!”

“Your laughter is oddly endearing. I think I may just have to tickle you forever.” Caine stated clearly. Jax spluttered in protest.

“FOR (DOING!) SAHAHAHAKE, STAHAHAP!” Jax pleaded. Caine chuckled and let go of the rabbit immediately. Two down, two to go. He wasn’t going to touch Zooble or Pomni, so that only left Gangle and Kinger.

“Where’s Gangle and Kinger, Jax?” Caine asked, still feeling that ticklish itch in his fingers. Jax scratched his head a bit as he calmed down from the giggle fit that Caine had unceremoniously shoved him into.

“And why the (SPLAT!) should I tell you?” Jax asked defiantly. Caine just shrugged.

“If you like, I can just tickle you again, since you seemed to enjoy it~”

“Uh, I think I last saw ‘em chatting to each other at the main stage.” Jax said, immediately spilling to avoid a round two from Caine. Caine was a good tickler, and Jax didn’t exactly want to get on the wrong side of that again.

“Good. Alright, bye.” Caine chirped, twirling his cane as he went to go find the last two at the main stage.

Kinger and Gangle were engaging in a conversation about bugs it seemed. Gangle had on her tragedy mask again, and Kinger was talking about butterflies.

“-See, Gangle, there are about 17,500 species of butterflies known to us, 750 of those species in the United States alone. This one is a tiger swallowtail, or known to us as Papilio glaucus, native to eastern Northern America. You can recognise them by the black and yellow marking on their wings!” Kinger rambled, getting a bit lost in his insect hyperfixation while Gangle let him carry on.

Caine came up and waved to them. “Hello, you two!” he greeted. Gangle squeaked and her hands instinctually came up to cover her face, while Kinger turned around.

“EEK! Oh, h-hi Caine…” Gangle murmured.

“Hi, Caine.” Kinger greeted. Caine flew down to meet them.

“What are you two doing on this fine day?” Caine asked.

“Oh, I was showing Gangle my butterfly collection! I have tiger swallowtails, skippers, metalmarks, monarchs. You name ‘em!” Kinger chirped happily. “Anyway! How can we help you?”

“Are either of you two ticklish?” Caine enquired.

Gangle squeaked and hid her face deeper in her ribbony hands. Kinger hummed and then nodded, not seeming to catch the teasy tone in Caine’s voice.

“Well, we both are, yes. Gangle more so than me. But why do you ask?”

That was all the answers Caine needed. He grabbed one of Gangle’s hands and one of Kinger’s hands, gathering them in the same hand to hold them each tightly. Preparing to go for Gangle first, he chuckled as he softly began to spider along her ribbony stomach. But to their shock, Gangle squealed and wrapped herself tight around Kinger’s abdomen, already squirming a little with anticipation. But then Kinger started to softly laugh.

“Hahaha! G-Gahahangle, stohohop! Thahat tihihickles!” Kinger pleaded softly. Caine begun to have an idea. If he could play his cards right… he could tickle them both at the same time.

Kinger or Gangle? Kinger… or Gangle? Hard choice. But considering Gangle was right there… yeah, she would work.

Caine chuckled mischievously as he switched his focus to Gangle, walking his gloved fingers along her ribboned hands. The red ribbons she was made of felt soft on his hands, and the giggles he heard from her indicated that Gangle was feeling all of this as well.

“C-Cahahaine! It tickles, it tickles!” Gangle squealed out. Caine laughed along with her as he kept up the tickles. Kinger was getting tickled too from Gangle’s wriggling, which ended up tickling him.

“Who knew you two were so ticklish?” Caine teased, smirking. He didn’t even have to tickle Kinger, Gangle was doing that for him!

“GAHAHANGLE, STAHAHAP!” Kinger cackled, the two falling back onto the floor. Caine followed them down and kept tickling Gangle, which caused the poor ribboned miss to laugh harder. Which in turn meant more squirming. And THAT meant more tickles for Kinger.

“I CAHAHAN’T!” Gangle argued. “AHAHAHA! CAHAHAINE!” she screeched. “NOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE!”

“Oh, not here? Not on your ticklish little ribbon legs? Why ever not?” Caine asked, where he was tickling the backs of Gangle’s ribbony knees. “They feel so soft here! I could tickle them forever.”

“PLEHEHEHEASE NOHOHO!” Gangle shrieked, squirming for all she was worth. Her high pitch laughter intermingled with Kinger’s deep chuckles, creating a melody of laughter that Caine adored.

“Hah! Okay, okay. I’ll stop.” Caine said, gently letting go and helping Gangle unravel herself from Kinger. Caine felt happier seeing his circus crew smile, if only for a fleeting moment.

“I’ll leave you two to it.” Caine grinned, that ticklish energy in his hands finally dissipating, with the ringleader making to leave. Only to be caught by Kinger’s hold.

“Uh-uh. What about you, Caine? Are you perhaps ticklish?”

“Preposterous, Kinger. I am just AI. Lines of coding. Impossible for code to be ticklish.” Caine declared, trying to put on a bravado. In truth, he didn’t know. But by the look on Kinger’s face, he was going to find out one way or another.

“You sure about that, dentures?” came a voice from behind him. Caine was filled with a sense of anticipatory dread as he saw Jax and Ragatha slowly approaching, their hands outstretched and wiggling. Kinger grabbed him and hoisted Caine in the air, as the circus crew took their places around him, ready to all rally against the ringleader. He gave them laughter, so they were gonna dish it right back.

“Now, let’s be reheheasonable here! P-please! PLEHEHEHEASE! WAHAHAIT! JAHAHAX! RAHAHAGATHA! KIHIHIHINGER, GAHAHANGLE STOHOHOP! NO NO NO NOHOHOHO!”

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'Secret In Your Heart' Collection Event: Harrison

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My lover had the ability to tell whether a person was lying, just by looking into their eyes.

I was envious of that ability — and so, today, I had a special training with Harry again.

…

Kate: It’s a lie that you ate ice cream yesterday!

Harrison: Oops, too bad. That’s the truth.

(Hmm…)

Kate: Knew it, reading minds like you do is too hard.

Harrison: Why are you so bothered by it, anyway?

Kate: It’s not bothering me, it’s just…

Harrison: Then what’s making you so desperate?

Harry smiled with an aloof demeanour.

All the time until Harry and I became lovers, I learnt many things.

He can be mean, look like he doesn't have a care in the world, and doesn’t often let his true feelings show — but the truth was that he was a kind person.

And that was the man I fell in love with.

However, there were still things I couldn't quite understand.

Kate: I just thought that if I could differentiate between the truth and a lie, I’d be able to know you better.

Harrison: So you want to know about me, huh.

Harrison: Well, I’m not going to tell you so easily.

Kate: … You’re mean.

Harrison: Too late for you to realise that.

Harrison: Oh well, although it’s a little troublesome, I’ll still play along with your special training. So do your best.

As Crown and I went to work on our respective duties, it was soon night time—.

…

(... He's coming home late from his mission today. We had separate missions, so all I want is to see his face at the end of the day.)

I laid down on my bed and thought about what happened this morning.

(Is he fed up that I’m doing something silly again?)

Even though we were lovers, it seemed as if I was the only one who wanted us to get to know each other better.

Kate: … I definitely like him more than he likes me.

Wanting to cast aside my uneasy feeling, I closed my eyes—

Harrison: I’m home.

Before I could open my eyes, I felt Harry lay down next to me.

(I… I missed the right timing to open my eyes.)

Harrison: … Hey.

Harrison: Hurry up and look at me. Aren't we going to do that special training?

(Huh…?)

Kate: … Didn’t you say it was troublesome?

Harrison: … Ꙩ_Ꙩ

Harrison: Can you at least make it known if you’re awake?

Harry gently pinched my cheek.

Kate: Then can you please tell me what you meant by those words?

Kate: Even when I’m looking into your eyes like this, I can’t… I can’t tell whether you’re lying or not.

Kate: And so I don't have a choice other than to ask you directly, right?

Harrison: Taking the offensive now, are you?

Kate: No, just a change of battle strategy.

Harrison: Jeez, you're obstinate when it comes to this matter.

Harry sighed and turned to look into my eyes while still lying on the bed.

Harrison: … Whenever you want to know something about me, you stare into my eyes.

Harrison: You always do that, ever since the day we met.

He reached a finger out and touched my eyelids.

Harrison: You don’t have the same ability as me. There's not much you can find out just by looking into my eyes.

Harrison: And yet, you never give up. You keep looking into my eyes.

Harrison: I don’t think that’s a bad thing at all. That’s why I’m going along with your special training.

(Huh? If he’s telling the truth, then—)

Kate: You said that you won’t tell me so easily…

Harrison: The more things there are that you don't know, the more desperately you’ll keep looking into my eyes in search for an answer.

Harrison: Don’t you think it’s better if there are many things you don't know about me?

(... What’s with that…?)

Harrison: This was meant to be kept a secret.

My feelings of loneliness turned into joy, and a sweet feeling filled my heart.

(Ahh, gosh.)

Kate: You’re so cunning. … It feels like you’ve outwitted me.

Harrison smiled.

The love and tenderness in those eyes looking at me were clear.

(It turns out that Harry really loves me too.)

Kate: Now that I feel relieved, I’m getting hungry.

Kate: I went to buy bread with Ellis and Liam after our mission. Let me just—

Harrison: … No. You're not leaving.

(Huh…?)

While I was trying to get up, Harry grabbed my arm and pulled me back onto the bed.

He leaned over and kissed me, purposefully making sounds as he did so.

Harrison: I’ve been wanting to touch you all day long. How could you leave me so easily?

Kate: … Is that the truth?

Harrison: Who knows?

Harrison: Whether it's the truth or a lie, why don't you come into my arms to find out?

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Enough

Pairing: Jotaro Kujo x Fem Reader

Firs time writing for so I hope I did well!

Summary: Tired of how much Jotaro works, the reader becomes frustrated while trying to get him to take a break and when she seems defeated, Jotaro has other plans…

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY! MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!)

(Unprotected sex, bit of rough sex, creampie)

Word Count: 990

“Jotaro?”

Coming out of the shower, I peaked my head into his office and sure enough, he was still at his desk working.

“Yes?” He didn’t even bother to look, hyper focused, but gosh, he had been there for hours.

“It’s getting late,” I said softly, stepping in and speaking my mind as I took his hand away from the keyboard softly.

He just stared at me, letting me sit on his lap. I didn’t mean any harm, only trying to give some comfort, stroking a strand of hair away from his face.

“You work too hard, you know? Just come to bed, love. You need the sleep.”

“But I’m almost done,” His eyes went right back to his monitor, free hand finding the mouse and I quickly becoming fed up.

“If you’re not tired, we can have some time to ourselves,” In hopes that my sweet tone would maybe convince him to get out of that chair, I became defeated.

He ignored me all together.

My attitude from that was surely present with my deep, frustrated sigh, throwing away the hand that was resting on my thigh:

“Fine then. I’m going to bed.”

Standing up, all I could think about how Jotaro worked literally 24/7. I didn’t even want him to come to bed later.

If he loved work so much, he could sleep in his office chair.

“I told you that I was almost done,” Before I stepped away from the desk, he took my hand, squeezing as it interlocked with mine.

Looking out the corner of my eye, I hated how I could never resist him, letting him guide me back to him as he stood up from his chair.

“Don’t give me that look,” Before I could even speak, his words rolled off his lips and into mine.

His kiss was like the one that made me fall in love with him, mind focused on one thing, the touch and love of his that was too good, starved of it and needing every bit I could have.

I couldn’t control the shaking in my arms when I felt his tongue slip in, gripping his shirt, even gasping a little as he swept me off my feet.

“Jotaro?”

“What?” Leaving the office and heading for our bedroom, I knew that my hopes wouldn’t be crushed this time, “You said that we could have some time to ourselves, right?”

“Mhm,” I nodded, the sheets cold against my skin when my back met the softness of our bed, his hands so warm while running up my thighs and opening my robe.

“Don’t worry,” He hummed, spreading my legs wide, “I know exactly what you want, baby.”

“Baby-y,”

It felt like it had been ages since I felt this way, nerves already bundled and burning wild with his lips closed around my clit, how hard he was sucking already.

Let alone when his tongue dipped down, up and down, flicking at my clit then pushing inside.

Those bold, blue eyes watched my every move, how I lost myself more and more with every moan.

“Can’t even give me a second, at least?” Even while whining and panting, I poked at him a little, but was silenced by the sight of his clothes disappearing.

“Why? You can sleep in tomorrow,” Crawling on top of me, he never missed a step, cock sliding into me with tight friction, hips rolling at the perfect tempo that I loved.

“It’s just-“ Every word was broken up by moans, unable to remember the last time I felt so stuffed, already pulsating around him, “It’s been a while, Jotaro.”

“I know,” He whispered, lips kissing and sucking at my neck, leading up my jaw as he pressed his chest into mine, “But did you think that I forgot how you like it?”

“No, Jotaro!” Gripping his triceps, my head was deep in the mattress, consciousness swirling from how his hips moved faster, impaling me as my legs wrapped around his waist, giving little room for him to even pull back.

I didn’t even notice how many times I came, how much I was cuming in that moment, nails dragging against his muscles, dizzy and barely able to breathe.

“J-Jotaro!” I was practically screaming at the feeling of his cock brushing my cervix, heart pounding with an ache as his kissed me hard, hearing some groans and rumbles in his chest.

“Come on, baby,” He encouraged, even after how long we’d gone for, “You can give it to me one more time.”

Every pound of his hips had small tears leaking out the corner of my eyes, feeling my insides contract, walls aching with each pulse, but so close to a new high that I had to reach.

“I’m ri-,” I tried to say, panting harder, “I-I’m-“

“Huh?” Meeting my nose, his face was a bit blurry, but I could still tell how deep he was staring into my eyes, pushing my legs towards me some, drilling harder and knocking me over the edge.

“I’m cuming!” I screamed out, gasping with whines as I felt how I squirted all over his cock, making him throb, hearing my heart beat echo in my head.

He tried to hide it, but I could hear the deep groan-ish moan under his breath, moaning right along as his cock found that deep spot, seed spilling into me.

“Hey,” His voice was softly, finally opening my eyes to look up at him, his thumb wiping away the tears that fell previously, only ready to cry again as he whispered, “I love you.”

That’s something he didn’t say often. I knew that he did love me, but when he said it out loud, it overwhelmed my heart.

It made me feel a little guilty for giving him an attitude earlier, but I made sure he knew I felt the same as I smiled softly, picking my head and kissing:

“I love you too.”

[smolwritingchick]

Helping Taehyung Cook

Ah okay another request done. This is a brainstorm of when Jennie helps Taehyung prepare for Jinny's Kitchen.

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"Okay, make sure it's seasoned well. We do not do unseasoned chicken up in here," Jennie advised as she watched Taehyung season the chicken.

Taehyung giggled at how serious she sounded.

"You think I'm playin'? I am so serious!" she giggled.

"I know you are! You've explained it plenty of times,"

Here they stood in the kitchen of Jennie's shared apartment with Jungkook as she monitored how he was preparing the chicken while the oven preheated. 

"Are you free to do this tomorrow, too?" He asked, hopeful as he placed the chicken in a pan.

"We have...what? Like a week or so before you go on the show? We can practice every day if you want. I'm free,"

His eyes lit up. "I owe you, big time,"

"Tae, I got you, always," she said as he smiled and kissed her temple.

"Still, I appreciate you doing this for me,"

"Anytime. Okay, put that in the oven. Let's start the Bulgulgi Kimbap. I have everything on the counter. Let's wash our hands first,"

After they got situated and finished washing their hands, Jennie began to demonstrate while he carefully followed her movements. The first order of business was to season the rice that had finished cooking as she pointed out to him that a little went a long way. Then she watched him cook the beef and eggs.

"Remember not to use too much salt. A pinch," she gently advised and watched as he followed her instructions.

He appreciated how she used a gentle tone with him and remained patient whenever he made a mistake. 

After the food was finished, he had his sheet of seaweed while she had hers as they neatly put rice on it along with the rest of the ingredients.

"All right, let's roll it up," she announced as they began to roll up the seaweed.

Once everything was complete, they cut the rolls into slices, with his looking a little uneven but still putting in the effort. 

"Tada! Great for a first attempt! Let me try yours," she requested.

"Here you are," he fed her a piece and she nodded in approval, enjoying the taste.

"Outstanding! Right amount of everything. I like it,"

"Yay!" he cheered and began dancing around the kitchen causing her to laugh and join in the fun.

"Still at it?" Jungkook asked as he walked out of the bedroom, preparing to go to the gym.

Seeing them dancing, he let out a laugh and watched as Taehyung presented the plate of food they just made.

"Yeah! You want to try it? Ennie said it was pretty good,"

"If you have her teaching you, you're in good hands. Let me have a piece," he walked over to them.

After trying a bite, he nodded and smiled. 

"Good job, hyung," he praised.

"Yay~!" Taehyung cheered again and high fived Jennie.

"I'll be back, later. See you two!" Jungkook kissed her goodbye and left.

As Jennie and Taehyung continued to cook, he brought up, "Remember when we cooked during Rookie King? Namjoon Hyung and you were the judges?"

"Oh my gosh," she laughed at the memory. "I remember! I miss those days. That show was so chaotic. Who knew what time could do for your cooking? You're doing great so far,"

"You think so? Thank you,"

"Of course! Thinking about it, I just hated how people would be so mean about your cooking skills over the years. It always bothered me when people would talk so negatively about you making stuff,"

"Ah, it's okay, Ennie,"

"I know but still...everyone starts somewhere. And it is never too late to learn a skill. You'll prove a lot of people wrong when you attend the show. I want you to have fun while you're there and also don't forget the best ingredient of all when cooking. As cliche as it might be, it's always my number one. Make your food with love,"

"Ah..." he grinned and felt his eyes began to water. "You always know what to say to keep me grounded. I love that. Putting love into your food,"

"How long have we've known each other, now?" she giggled. 

"Very long. And I hope it lasts forever. I'm happy I walked down that hallway to find you practicing,"

"Me too. Deep down I did feel a little bit lonely when I first came to Seoul as a trainee. The other girls were all right but I really wanted to make my first friend and then you came along. You found me practicing in that practice room. You were the one that spoke up first and made me feel like I was the most interesting person ever,"

"You are. That transition from America was not easy but you made it all work out,"

"It was difficult but you made the transition to Seoul much easier with your fun tours and recommended restaurants. Now look at us. The 8 of us. It's crazy. But I'm happy to have the 7 of you with me on this amazing journey in life. I'm happy you are my best friend and have been there to help me through my highs and lows,"

After reminiscing on the past and how happy things are currently with Bangtan, the two took a snack break.

"Thank you for being patient with me during our lesson. I really need that. I'll think of you when I cook. And when I'm on the show and begin making the food, I'll think about your sweet words to me and your advice. Each dish I make will be full of V's love!"

Her smile widened. "I'm glad. I'm proud of you, Taehyung. You've improved a lot in your cooking. I see it and taste the difference,"

He grinned happily. "All thanks to you,"

"And your amazing learning ability!" she added as he pulled her in for a tight hug.

"You want to stay for dinner?" she asked as they pulled away.

"Yeah, I'll stay. Can I help you cook dinner?"

"Of course! I think having a second opinion on your cooking will help, too. So let's see about Kookie's thoughts on what you make,"

"Sounds like a plan!"

[skz-bee123]

The bus stop

Lee Minho x reader

Word count: 6.3k

Summary: Just as the bus turned the corner, you had dropped your ticket down the drain. With no cash on you to buy another one, you freak out as you needed to get on that bus. Luckily for you, the only other person at the bus stop offers to pay for you. The only thing is, you want to pay him back for his kindness and well, he wants nothing to do with you. 

You were in a rush and did not mean for it to happen. 

“No, no, no, no, no. Oh gosh no.” 

You drop down on your knees as you look inside the water drain. Sitting just out of reach is your bus ticket that you had just dropped. Seeing the bus rounding the corner, you start to freak out even more as you need to get on that specific bus or otherwise you would be late for work. And you needed to be at work now because a delivery was going to be made to your shop and you needed to be there to sign for it. 

You try as much as you can to reach your ticket but your arm is just not long enough, deciding that it was useless, you’ll just have to accept the consequences of being late and needing to call the delivery company, you sit back down on the seat. 

The only other person at the bus stop looks at you as the bus pulls up. They sigh before turning to you, “come on.” 

You turn to look at the male that had spoken to you, you notice he’s a fairly attractive guy before realising what he said, “I’m sorry?” 

“I’ll pay for you, now stop looking so sad and let’s get on the bus.” 

Your eyes light up and you smile as you thank the person. 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” they say as they pay for the both of you to get on the bus. 

You trail behind the male as they sit down, taking the seat in front of them. you place your stuff on the seat beside you before turning around to look at the male. 

He looks up at you with confusion before you say, “I’m Y/n, thanks again.” 

He looks at you for a moment and then two before answering, “Minho.” 

“Well nice to meet you Minho.” 

Minho just grunts in return before facing the other way. You continue to stare at him though, not at all fazed by his grumpy demeanour. Having gotten fed up with the staring Minho looks back up at you, “what do you want?” 

“I want to pay you back for the ticket, I don’t have any cash on my but is there anything else you would like?” You smile at Minho

“I would like for you to stop talking to me and leave me alone.” 

“Oh come on, I’m offering to pay you back for the ticket, surely you can accept something free that you want, maybe coffee or something?” 

He thinks for a moment, “if I say yes, will you leave me alone?”

“Sure, absolutely.”

“Okay then.” 

You turn back to your bag and grab your phone, handing it over to Minho. Minho looks at you with a raised brow. 

“For your number, for the coffee. Just put your number in my phone and I’ll text you so you have my number, then you can text me when you’re next free for that coffee.” 

“Whatever.” Minho grabs your phone and punches his number into your phone before handing it back to you. You open up the newly created contact and text him so that he has your number. 

The bus then stops and you notice that it’s time for you to get off. You turn to Minho as you stand up. “Well this is me, thanks again and don’t forget to text me.” 

He just nods his head as he watches you get off the bus. Standing outside the bus you wave and smile at him which he just ignores. 

Checking the time, you turn back around and head off to work. 

Work goes by fairly quickly for you and before you know it you’re back on the bus heading home. It’s completely dark by the time you get home and your stomach would not stop rumbling. You quickly heat up some leftovers from the night before and after you’ve showered and changed, you sit and eat your food. 

You’re in your room getting ready to hop into bed, when a ding from your phone catches your attention, notifying you that you have gotten a new message. Assuming it’s probably from one of your friends you reach over for it and open up the message. 

Minho?

Who was Minho?

Oh right. 

It was that guy from the morning who had brought you your bus ticket. Seeing as though he had texted you, you open up the message. 

Minho

Saturday, 2pm

Y/n

Ok! 🙂

Minho

And I get to choose the place.

Y/n

That works for me

Minho 

I’ll text u later the address

Y/n

Okie, I’ll see u then 😊

Minho

👍

You were running late, only by 5 minutes, but still late. you had had something you were doing with a friend in the morning and had lost track of time. Upon realising the time, you quickly run all the way to the cafe you were meeting Minho at. 

Finally arriving, you stop to catch your breath before you open up the door, looking around for Minho. Seeing him sitting at a table, you walk over to him. 

He looks up and sees you making your way over to him and before you can even say anything to him, he speaks. “You’re late.” 

“Sorry,” you drag out the word. “I was helping a friend out with something and lost track of time.” 

He narrows his eyes at you. “Whatever,” he mumbles. 

You drop your bag down on the open seat before turning to Minho, “so what would you like?” 

“Americano.” Minho answers. 

“Okay, anything else?” 

“No, that’s all.”

You nod your head before heading over to the counter, placing your orders. After securing both his drink and your own, you head back over to the table where you place the drinks down. 

You take a sip of your drink before putting it down and looking over at Minho. “So, how have you been?” 

Minho looks at you before putting his drink down as well, “fine, you?” 

“Busy with work but good.” 

Silence again fills the table as you both go back to your drink. 

“You don’t really like talking to people do you?” You ask him. 

“And you are very nosey.” 

“I would say curious but call it what you will.” 

You see Minho smirk a bit which puts a smile on your face. 

“Well what do you do? That is, I assume you work?” You take another sip of your drink. 

“I own my own dance studio,” Minho responds. 

Your eyes widen, “wow, that’s so cool. I have two left feet but have always loved watching people dance, it’s fascinating.” 

“Yeah, it really is. I’ve always loved dance and have always wanted to help those that wanted to enjoy dance. I don’t know. I guess I just wanted to make a living out of my hobby.” 

You could tell from the subtle way Minho’s eyes lit up when he was talking about dance, just how much he loved it. 

“Well what do you do?” Minho looks you in the eye. 

“My best friend and I own our own flower shop.” 

“Flowers?” 

“Mhm,” you say, “I’ve always loved flowers, my best friend and I met in uni, we were both studying the same thing and yeah, just decided to buy our own shop together.” 

“I can see it.” 

“What do you mean?” That statement coming from Minho had confused you. 

“Well, flowers are small and dainty, pretty as well. You are too.” Minho states.

Your eyes widen as a small blush coats your cheeks, “um, thanks.” 

Minho then gets a text from his phone, he checks it and then stands up. “I have to go.” 

“Okay, I’ll walk out with you.” 

 Minho just nods his head as he waits for you to collect your stuff up. You both walk together and once you exit the shop you turn to him. 

“It was really nice meeting you,” you say. 

“You too.” 

“Well goodbye then.” 

“Cya.” 

You wave to Minho who only offers you a slight head nod before splitting off into opposite directions, both going your own way. 

A couple of weeks had passed since you had last seen Minho, neither of you have messaged each other since. 

You had been to work in the morning but had taken the rest of the day off. Deciding to enjoy your own company, you stroll around, taking in the summer heat and enjoying your time when you cam upon a tattoo shop. 

3RACHA

Humming to yourself you decide to go in. You have always wanted a tattoo and though although you might not get one, there was no harm in looking. 

The bell on the door signals your arrival as you walk in. 

“Just a minute, be there soon.” You hear a voice yell out to you. 

You smile to yourself before you look around the shop. There were some beautiful pieces. 

“Sorry for the wait.” 

You hear someone say as footsteps sound behind you. You turn around and look at the person with a smile. 

“Don’t worry about it.” You say. 

You see their eyes widen before they clear their throat and speak, “uh, is there anything I can help you with?” 

“I don’t know, just looking I guess.” 

“First tattoo?” 

“That obvious?” 

The man in front of you chuckles a bit, “a little. I’m Chan by the way.” 

“Y/n. Nice to meet you.” 

“Hyung!”

A voice yelling out captures the attention of both you and Chan. 

“Channie hyung!”

“What guys? I’m out here!” Chan yells back. 

“Changbin hyung and I were working on this piece and just can’t seem to get it right, could you give us a hand please?” 

Two guys walk out into where you and Chan are standing. Their eyes both widen when they see you standing there. 

“Sorry, we didn’t know there was a customer.” The other guy apologises. 

Chan turns to you with a smile on his face, “these idiots are Jisung and Changbin, us three own the place.” 

You turn to the guys, “nice to meet you, I’m Y/n.” 

“Yes I can help you but let me just finish here first okay?” Chan says to Jisung and Changbin, gesturing towards you. 

“First tattoo?” Jisung asks you. 

“Yeah, I’ve always wanted one and just happened to stumble upon your shop, thought I’d come in and have a look.” You respond. 

“Would you like something big or small?” Chan asks. 

“Preferably small.” You say. 

“Do you have any idea of what you would like?” 

“I’m not sure.” 

“Flowers.” The other guy, Changbin says. “A bouquet of flowers.” 

“Flowers?” You ask as you turn to him. 

Changbin nods his head, “yeah I think a bouquet of flowers would suit you. Besides, you seem to obviously love them.” 

To that you just look at him confused. The three men laugh a bit before Chan gestures towards your hair. 

“You’ve got flowers woven into your hair.” Chan says. 

Your eyes widen as you reach a hand up to your hair, feeling the flowers that are still in them. 

“Oh gosh, I own a flower shop with a friend and was working this morning. I was working some bouquets and had put them up there and just completely forgotten about them.” You blush. 

“It’s alright, they’re cute.” Chan says. “Are you free tomorrow?”

“I’m working but I can extend my lunch break a bit if it’s not too busy.” You say. 

“Well I’ll design-”

“We’ll.” Jisung interrupts Chan

Chan rolls his eyes despite the smile on his face, “WE’LL design a tattoo for you and if you wanna stop by tomorrow whenever you get the chance, we’ll show you. If you like it then we can think about booking you in, if not or you don’t end up wanting one, that’s cool too.” 

“Thank you.” You say as you pull Chan in for a hug. you seem to surprise him by the sound he makes but he still wraps his arms around you anyway. 

“Sorry,” you say as you pull away from the hug. “It’s a bad habit of mine.” 

“Don’t worry about it.” Chan ruffles your hair a bit. 

“Hey! That’s not fair! How come Chan gets a hug and we don’t?” Jisung crosses his arms with the most dramatic look on his face. 

“Do you want a hug Jisung?” You open your arms out to him. 

Jisung just huffs before turning around. You giggle before walking up behind him and hugging him. 

“That better, you big baby?” You pull away from Jisung who turns around to face you with a big smile on his face. 

“Mhm.”

You turn to Changbin who already has his arms open, you walk into them and hug him too.

After you’ve hugged all three of them you walk towards the door but stop when your name is called.

“Yeah?” You turn back around. 

“What’s the name of your shop? I think some flowers would be nice around here.” Chan says as Changbin and Jisung nod their heads in agreement. 

“Petals, it’s not far from here.” You respond. “Well I’ll try and stop by tomorrow then, bye.” You wave out to them. 

“Cya Y/n.” Chan responds as the other two wave at you before you walk out the door.

You were currently on your way to 3RACHA. Flowers in hand and some baked cookies in the other. You originally had plans on making cookies to take to work with you the next day but seeing as how you were going to stop by 3RACHA, you decided to make even more. 

Arriving outside the door you see Chan, Jisung and Changbin gathered around the front desk, smiling to themselves, you push open the front door. The 3 guys look up at the sound of the door chiming. 

“Y/n!” Jisung says as he comes over to you, grabbing the container holding the cookies form you. “Here let me.” 

“Thanks, but hi Jisung.” You say as you both walk over to Chan and Changbin.

“What’s all this?” Chan asks as you hand him the flowers.

“Well you said you wanted some flowers so I thought I’d give you a small sample of what we have to offer at Petals, if you’d like more then you would have to stop by the shop. And that container there that Jisung has, it’s got cookies inside of them. I made them last night and brung them to work, I made extra for you guys since I knew I was gonna stop by.” You explain to them. 

“Can I try one?” Jisung points to the container holding the cookies. 

You open up the lid, “go for it!” But before jIsung could reach into it you snatch it away from him. 

“You don’t have any allergies or anything I should know about right?” You point to each of the boys. 

Jisung, with his hands held up, shakes his head. “No, the three of us are all good.” 

“Okay then,” you hand the container back to Jisung.

Jisung reaches into the container and pulls out one before stuffing it in his mouth. He chews for a bit before his eyes widen. “Hyung's, hear me out.” 

“Oh gosh are they that bad?!” You exclaimed. 

“NO! They aren’t bad at all! They’re amazing! Hyung’s I think they might rival Felix’s.” Jisung says. 

“No way.” Changbin says as he and Chan reach out to grab one each for themselves.

“You might actually be on to something Sung, these are pretty fucking good.” Chan speaks. 

You just laugh at the boys, “well these are all yours, I’ll stop by for the container another day.” 

“Y/n, you are an angel sent from the heavens.” Jisung says. 

“Well anyway, putting aside these beautiful flowers and amazing cookies, you were here for your tattoo right?” Chan wipes his hands clean. 

“Oh yeah I was,” you laugh to yourself. 

Chan walks out of the room and comes back with a piece of paper before handing it to you, “we stayed after hours and worked on that. We think it would look nice on your wrist, not too big, but still very pretty. It would suit you really well.” 

You don’t speak, too busy staring at the piece of art that could be put onto your skin. 

“You know if it’s not what you want it’s totally fine, we can design something else if you want.” Chan rubs the back of his neck. 

“It’s beautiful,” you say. “I love it. I wanna get it.” 

“Are your sure?” Changbin asks. “There’s no going back once we have started.” 

“I’m sure, you guys have made something beautiful and I want to be able to show it off.” 

Your phone ringing surprises you as you jump a little, reaching to pull your phone out and you see that it’s your best friend, the one who owns the flower shop with you. 

“I have to take this,” you say to the boys. 

“No problem, we’ll just be eating these in the meantime.” Jisung points to the cookies. 

“Hey nini,” you answer the phone. 

“Y/n/n. thanks the heavens you answered. We’ve just hot a load of orders and I really need your help. I know you said you were going to the tattoo shop but do you think you could cut your break earlier and come back please?” Eunseo rambles. 

“Yeah of course, just give me like 10 minutes then I’ll be there okay?” 

“Okay, thank you, love you.”

“Love you too.” You hang up the phone. 

You turn back to the boys and say, “so there has been an emergency at work and I really need to go. I absolutely love the tattoo and whenever you’re next free I would love to get it done.” 

“Umm, what about 2 weeks time on Friday. We don’t have anything booked at all for the afternoon so say about 1 o’clock? Does that work for you?” Chan says.

“Perfect, well I’ll see you guys then.” You quickly say your goodbyes before you’re rushing out the door. 

“Are you sure about his?” 

“Positive.”

“Like no doubts at all, 100% sure.”

“Jisung! For the 15th time today, yes I’m sure.”

Jisung holds his hands up before telling you to lay down. You do as you’re told, letting Jisung position your arm how he wants it. 

“Okay, well I’m going to start. If the pain gets too much, just say and we’ll stop as many times as you need okay?” 

“Jisung, I’ll be okay.” 

Jisung nods his head before he gets started.

Hurts.

That’s all you could think of at first and despite the small wince you let out, you don’t move your arm. Some the pain numbs itself out and you just lay there letting Jisung do his thing. 

About 20 minutes later, Jisung has finished and it wrapping it up for you. 

“Keep this on for about 24 hours, no showering and no sun. No salt water and no scratching until it’s healed alright?” 

“Alright. Can I go show them now?” 

Jisung laughs as he finished packing up his stuff, “sure, go ahead.” 

You squeal before you dash off into the main room, Jisung in tow. 

“Chan, Changbin, look at it.” 

You run into the room only to see someone else with them, “oh I’m so sorry, I didn’t realise there was someone else here.” 

“Nah don’t worry about it,” Changbin says as he walks over to you, “he’s just a friend.” 

“Y/n?”

You look over at the guy that was with them. “Minho?” 

“You two know each other?” Jisung asks as he comes into the room. 

“Kinda, we uh, had coffee once,” you say. 

That only seems to confuse the other 3 in the room even more. 

“What are you doing here?” Minho asks you. 

“Oh right! Look at my vey first tattoo, designed by your amazing friends.” You show off your arm. 

A whistle from Chan pulls your attention to him as he walks over to you and gently grabs your arm, “very good job Sungie.” 

“Thanks,” Jisung says with a proud smile on his face. 

“Wait, Y/n is the one that made those cookies?” Minho asks.

Confused, you look at the other guys. 

“Oh yeah, we took them for our friends to eat, they loved them by the way.” Changbin explains. 

“I’m glad then.” You say. 

“Well, uh, I should probably get going now. You guys are coming over tonight right?” Minho says, slowly walking towards the door. 

“Yeah, we’ll see you guys later.” Changbin responds. 

“On that note, I should probably head off too.” You smile at the boys as you grab your stuff. “Thank you all again so much.” 

“Of course Y/n, just stop by sometime next week so that we can see the healing process okay?” Chan says. 

You nod your head and say your goodbyes to the boys before walking out the door with Minho where you both stand looking at each other. 

“What a small world huh?” You laugh. 

A small smile breaks out on Minho’s face, “yeah, I guess it really is.” 

“Well it was really nice seeing you again.” 

“It was uh, nice seeing you too.” 

“Would you like to get coffee again sometime, whenever you’re free?” 

“Yeah I would actually.” 

“Really?” You look up at Minho surprised before a smile forms on your face, “Okay cool, I’ll text you later then.” 

“See you later Y/n.” Minho says before he turns around and walks off. You walk off in your own direction after. 

“Did you see that hyungs?” 

“Yes Jisung, we were right next to you the entire time.” 

“So you know what that means right?” 

“Should we?” 

“Gosh and you guys call me the stupid one.” 

“That’s because you are.” 

“Chan he hit me!” 

“Stop being a baby, Changbin.” 

“But you tell me you love baby Changbin.”

“Well maybe I’m lying.” 

“You would never!” 

“Anyways, about Minho and Y/n.” 

“What about them, Jisung?” 

“We totally have to get them together.” 

“What?” 

“I mean yeah, I see it.” 

“We can’t just meddle with them like that.” 

“And this is why we say you’re no fun hyung.” 

“Sorry hyung but I have to agree with Sungie on this one.” 

“Not you too Changbin.” 

“Just you wait and see hyung, Minho hyung and Y/n will be falling in love with each other before they even know it.” 

“you better hope this turns out good Sungie.” 

“Of course it will, I’ve got everything planned.” 

“Oh gosh, it’s going to end terribly.” 

“Shut up.” 

“Ow, Channie hyung, he hit me again.” 

“Because you deserve it.” 

“No I don’t, I didn’t do anything wrong.” 

“God why did I decide to become friends with you children in the first place?” 

You walk up to 3RACHA where you open the door. 

“Guys?” You call out. 

“Out back Y/n, come.” You hear Changbin yell back out to you. 

You walk into the backroom where you see Chan, Changbin, Jisung and Minho.

“Oh Minho, hey.” You say before greeting the other guys as well. 

“So let us have a look.” Jisung reaches over and gently pulls your arm out, showing off your tattoo. “Dang, does it look good.” 

“Of course it does, you were the one who did it.” 

“You just know how to flatter a man don’t you Y/n?” 

You just giggle in response to Jisung’s words before another hand comes up and grabs your wrist, you turn to look and see that it was Minho. 

“It really is pretty Y/n.” Minho says. 

You blush, “thanks.” 

You and Minho look each other in the eye as you give him a smile before turning your attention back to the other guys. 

“Well it’s looking pretty good, the healing is going great.” Chan says. 

“That’s good, I’ve been looking after it.” You say. “Well I just stopped by to show you the tat, but I’ve got the get back to work.” 

“Aww do you really?” Jisung whines. 

“Sorry Sung, we have a flood of orders in so I need to help out Nini,” you say. 

“Nini?” 

You look over at Minho who had asked, “yeah, the girl I own the shop with. My best friend.” 

“Ahh.” 

“I guess I should head out now, it was really nice meeting you guys, thanks for the tattoo.” You smile at them all before turning around and you start to walk out but stop when your name is called. 

“Yeah?” You turn back around.” 

“Well us and couple of our friends are planning on having a picnic of somesorts tomorrow, would you like to come?” Changbin asks you. 

You raise your eyebrows in surprise, “are you sure? Your friends won’t mind me coming?” 

“Not at all, you’d be more than welcome,” Minho looks at you. 

Smiling at him your respond, “okay, I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” 

“Yay! Minho hyung can send you the details later.” Jisung says. 

“Cool.” You wave goodbye to them all before walking out of the shop. 

Gripping the bag higher on your shoulder, you step on your tiptoes as you search for the boys. Giving up you just decide to ring Minho. 

“Hello?” Minho answers the phone. 

“Minho, hey. I’m here but I have no idea where you guys are, there’s quite a lot of people.” Some guy accidentally bumps into you and you both apologise to each other. 

“What happened?” Minho questions you.

“Some guy accidentally bumped into me. But could you tell me where you are and I’ll try and find you.”

“No just tell me where you are, I’ll come to you.”  

“It’s okay, you don’t have too.” 

“Y/n please, it’s fine, just tell me where you are and I’ll come and get you.” 

“Okay.” You tell Minho where you were before hanging up. Only waiting a couple minutes before you feel the weight of your bag get lifted off your shoulders. Quickly turning around you see Minho draping your bag over his shoulder. 

“You don’t have to do that,” you try to grab the back back but Minho just moves out of the way and gives you a look. You pout a bit before accepting that you’re not gonna get your bag back.  

“You look pretty,” Minho tells you. 

Blushing a bit you respond, “oh thank you, you do too.” 

“Thanks,” although Minho responds nonchalantly, you could still see the slight redness of his ears which you choose to ignore for his sake, you know, for his cool guy image and all that. 

“Come on, I’ll take you over.” 

Nodding your head at Minho’s words you follow him over to where the rest of the guys were. Upon reaching them Minho puts your bag down on the ground as Jisung calls out to you. 

“Y/n! Hi!”

“Hi Jisung,” you giggle a bit at him before sitting down next to Minho. 

“Y/n, this is Hyunjin, Felix, Seungmin and Jeongin. Guys this is Y/n.” Chan introduces you all. 

“You guys were right, she is pretty.” Hyunjin says. 

Your eyes widen at his words before Minho turns to you. 

“Just ignore him, he’ll flirt with anything that walks.” 

“I don’t flirt with anything that walk.” Hyunjin pouts. “Only the pretty ones that walk.” 

You just giggle at the two as they banter a bit before turning and opening up your bag which catches the attention of the group. 

“What’s that?” Changbin questions. 

“Just some food that I made.” You bring out the cookies and other things you had made before setting them down and opening them up. “Have at them.” 

The boys dig in and they let out a bunch of compliments. Soon enough everyone splits off into their own conversations. 

“Y/n.” 

You look over at the voice that called your name, “Felix right?”

Felix gives you a smile before nodding his head, “yup that’s me. These cookies are amazing, you have to tell me the recipe. I’m always looking for new recipes to try.” 

“Do you bake?” 

“I own a cafe actually. Not far from 3RACHA.”

“Oh my God, you do? Why did I not know this?” 

Felix laughs at you, “well know that you know, you should swing by.” 

Felix seems to remember something and speaks again, “oh right, hyungs were saying that you own a flower shop right?” 

“Yeah I do. Would you like me to bring you some?” 

“Would you mind?” 

“Of course not! I’ll stop by sometime next week if that works for you?” 

“Perfect.” 

You stare at Felix for a bit, noticing the freckles that dot his face like stares. Felix catches you looking and raises an eyebrow at you. 

“You’re freckles, they’re very cute. Remind me of stars, like they’re painting across your face.” 

A blush coats Felix’s face and ears, this in turn catches the attention of Minho. 

“What’s going on over here?” Minho sits down in between you and Felix. 

“I just told Felix that his freckles reminded me of stars and that they’re cute.” You answer. 

“You what?” Minho coughs before glancing at Felix then you. “Oh.” 

You just smile at Minho before turning over and grabbing sometime to eat, oblivious to the look Felix was giving Minho. 

It was much later now, the sun had set and you and the boys were walking around, no destination in particular. Minho and yourself had gotten caught up in the back watching the guys goof around which made you laugh. 

It’s silent between the two of you, not an awkward silence but a comfortable one. Looking over at Minho you smile at him before walking closer to him and wrapping your arm around his. Minho turns to you with a surprised look on his face but doesn’t make any move to push your arm away. 

“Thanks for inviting me out.” You say. 

Minho just shrugs his shoulders, “it’s no problem. I hope you had fun today.”

“Yeah I did, your friends are lovely.” 

“That’s good then.” 

“Hey Y/n?” 

Your’s and Minho’s attention are brought to Chan as you notice the other guys looking at you. 

“Yeah?” You respond. 

“This is your bus stop right? That's your bus?” Chan points to a bus on its way. 

You nod your head and when the bus pulls up you turn to the guys, “thank you all for letting me join you. It’s been really nice meeting you all.” 

“Of course Y/n. You’re welcome to hang with us anytime.” Hyunjin replies. 

“Oh and don’t forget to stop by my cafe.” Felix shouts out to you as you walk up the steps of the bus. 

Nodding your head at him you walk over to your seat. Once you’ve sat down you wave to the guys who wave back before the bus pulls away. 

Jisung and Changbin were staying over at Chan and Minho’s place as they had wanted to work on some designs for some clients. It was much later, they had made sure the rest of the guys had gotten home safe before heading home themselves. 

“Hey hyung? Minho hyung?” 

Minho looks over to where Jisung was sitting on the floor, “Yeah?” 

Instead of answering Jisung just holds out his phone which Changbin passes over to Minho. Looking at the screen of Jisung’s phone, he notices that it’s a picture. More specially and picture of himself and you. 

It was taken when you guys were walking, after you had wrapped your arm through his. You looked to be laughing at something he had said and Minho was looking at you, you weren’t even aware of his stare. 

“You like her.” Jisung states. 

“What?” Minho’s head shoots up. 

“I think you do mate. You didn’t even realise it but you were smiling when you saw the picture.” Chan pitches in. 

“Plus ever since you found out she got that tattoo, you’ve been messaging us asking when she was gonna come back to the shop. And don’t think that we haven’t noticed you texting her too.” Changbin says. 

Minho is completely speechless. He blinked his eyes a couple times while answering, “yeah I guess I do like her.” 

“Hey nini, could you pass me the scissors please?”

“Yeah of course. It’s looking great Y/n!” 

“You think so?” 

“Yeah I do, the customer is gonna love it.” 

“Thank you.” 

The sound of the charm of the bell that’s on the door catches the attention of the two women. 

“I’ll go.” Eunseo says. 

You shot her a smile, “thanks ni.” 

Eunseo walks into the main area of the shop and sees a fairly handsome man. “Good afternoon, how can I help you?” 

The man turns around in surprise and his face seems to drop which confuses Eunseo. 

“I was just looking for some specific flowers.” The man answers. 

“Alright. Do you know what they’re called?” Eunseo asks. 

“No sorry.” The man says, “I actually got them from-”

The man is cut off by you walking in. 

“Minho!” You exclaim. 

“Wait, this is Minho?” Eunseo points at Minho. 

You look at her with wide eyes before nodding your head. 

“Okay, cool. Well our dear Minho here was just asking for some specific flowers. He doesn’t know what they are called though.” Eunseo speaks. 

“Uh yeah. The ones you brought over for 3RACHA. They wanted some more but couldn’t find the time to come get some, so I offered to pick some up.” Minho answers. 

“Oh of course. You’re in luck, we just got some in stock this morning. I’ll go and wrap them up for you.” You smile at him before leaving the room to go and collect the flowers for Minho. 

Which now left Eunseo and Minho in the room. Que awkward silence. 

“So, Y/n has told me a lot about you.” Eunseo says which catches the attention of Minho. 

“She has?” 

“Yeah. All good things though so don’t worry.” 

“Ahh, that’s good to hear.” 

Eunseo studies Minho for a bit before speaking again, “what are your intentions with her?” 

“I’m sorry?” The question catches Minho off guard. 

“I want to know what your intentions are with Y/n. Do you like her?”

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business.” 

“It’s not.” 

“Then why should I tell you.” 

“Because I’m her best friend and she would care very much about my opinion on you.” 

Minho stares at Eunseo a bit before responding, “and well I respect that, I think it’s up to Y/n to decide what she wants. I’ll admit that I have some feelings for her and if she chooses to accept it, which by the way is not up to you, I will treat her exactly how she deserves to be treated.” 

“And how’s that?” 

“Like she’s the only girl in the entire world that I will ever see.”

Eunseo suddenly breaks out with a smile on her face, “I knew I would like you.”

Seeing the confused look on Minho’s face, she elaborates. “I’m telling you this because I know that Y/n never will. I don’t even think she realises it but she likes you. And what I’ve heard about you, I had a feeling you liked her too. You’re a good guy, and what you choose to do with what I’ve just told you is completely up to you but I say go for it.”

Minho lets those words settle in his head, “thank you.” 

Just then you walk back into the room, “here you go.” 

Sensing some tension of some sort in the room you ask, “is everything alright.” 

“Yup, everything’s fine. Why don’t you help Minho with these and I’ll sort the orders out back.” 

“Oh are you sure?” 

Eunseo nods her head at you before walking up to you and wrapping you in a back hug which she leans closer to you and whispers in your ear, “I approve y/n/n.” 

You look at her with wide eyes and she disappeared into the back room with an encouraging smile. You then turn to look at Minho who was watching you, you smile at him before walking up to the counter.

“Here, they’re on the house.” You say as you hand him the flowers. 

“No, you don’t have to do that.” Minho tries to give you some money which you refuse to take. 

“Y/n.” Minho gives you a stern look.

“Minho,” you repeat his name back at him which has a small smile breaking out across his face. 

After much arguing you both came to a compromise of him paying half the actual price, which Minho was not happy about but you were so you didn’t care. You were currently walking Minho to the door, leaning against it and you both said goodbye. 

“Go on a date.” Minho rushes out, “with me.” 

“A date?” 

“Yeah, a date. I want to take you out on a date.” 

You look at Minho with wide eyes before a smile breaks out on your face, “okay.” 

“Okay?” 

“Okay.” 

Minho then leans in and presses a quick kiss to your cheek, “I’ll text you later about the details.” 

“Okay.” 

You watch as Minho walks off with a blush coating your face. You’re still standing in the doorway to your flower when a hand on your shoulder pulls you out of the trance you were in. 

“You okay?” Eunseo asks you. 

You slowly nod your head at her, “Minho asked me on a date. And I said yes.” 

“Yeah you did, I heard.” 

The realisation hits you then, “I really like him, Nini.” 

“I know you do.” 

“You do?” 

Eunseo pulls you into the shop, “ever since you’ve started talking about him I knew straight away that you liked him. And just as I met him now I knew he shared the same feelings too.” 

“I’m going on a date with Minho.” 

“Yes you are, and I’m so happy for you.” 

You’re both interrupted by a ding coming from a phone. Eunseo checks her phone but after noticing it wasn’t hers she points out that it must have come from your phone. 

“Who’s it from?” 

“Minho.” you respond as you open up the text. 

“Well he didn’t last long now did he?” Eunseo laughs. 

Minho

So about that date…

[borathae]

Sibi baby you're so much appreciated like feel free to ghost us after the last 2 stories are out.. You've done so well.. You didn't feed us meh short drabbles you FED US A WHOLE FEAST OF STORY LINES THAT HAD POTENTIAL TO DEVELOP AS FULL FLEDGED STORIES!!!

Excuse me also??? Bird cage???? Chefs kisssssss

And stop reblogging gunplay I read it everytime and damage myself likebahagagaga it was so hotttttt

hopefully I can manage to write the threesome today....I already struggled so much with Tae's story yesterday because I'm on my period and I'm in so much pain that I can't even properly walk. So if that story's a few days late fucking accept it or leave, because I've been fighting for my life since Saturday lmaoo

Also gosh, this is so nice thank you! I love Caged Bird so much!! It's one of my fave stories like this Koo just hits rightttt 😩

[imperiumwifestrikesagain]

Thank you to @chenfordspiral for tagging anyone!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

36

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

310,810

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I’ve written for How I Met Your Mother, NCIS, and the Rookie. I also wrote some Sherlock fic that I never published.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

This is the Future

Up is down, down is up

Precious and Few

All at Once Everything Looks Different

You Don't See It?

5. Do you respond to comments?

I try to! I haven’t been doing my best lately because my glass balls are with my kids and responding is one of my plastic balls.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Well- the angstiest ending would be for I’ll Tell you my Sins. But considering it’s only in my head… With the Arm of her Brother is probably the most angst of what’s published. Unless you are a Ted Mosby fan then probably Ted the Slave 🤣😂

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Oh gosh idk! There are so many possibilities! Aunt Genny probably.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not on most, but I got a LOT of hate on Ted the Slave, which fair. Actually I should probably go back and mark that as non-conish

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Ummmm, I’ve done it all? I don’t shy away from it and I’ve done smut requests before.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Nope. Not my thing, don’t even really love to read them, unless they are in the same universe. (Ncis or rookie and feds for example.)

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I hope not.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? 

No. Would be cool though.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes actually, and I don’t think it’s even on ao3. A group of fandom friends and I decided we were going to rewrite season 8 and 9 of HIMYM to make sense with the characters. I think we got maybe five episodes in? I don’t know if I could tell you where to find it without research.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

This is like asking who my favorite child is.

Okay. Mondler.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Probably I’ll tell you my Sins. But any of them really.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I am terrible at this. But editing? I don’t know.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

My muse running away too frequently.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Hate it. Nope. I don’t like having things wrong; and I seriously admire all the writers out there who write in a second language.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

HIMYM. It was when I discovered fanfic and fandom because I was a sheltered child and didn’t join chatrooms and didn’t know fandom spaces existed. Although I was writing fanfic in my head for YEARS without knowing it was normal

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Again with the favorite child thing. They all my babies. I’m probably still most proud of This js the Future. It held up over time. But Weddjng Day Jitters and Falling Slowly round up the top three.

Almost everyone I would ask has already played, so anyone that wants to play!

[toraochi]

KillxKill

William Afton x Serial Killer! Reader One-shot

Warnings - None

Notes: Hello my lovely readers, Thank you for the 220 followers! Im really glad that you guys like my writing and I've never been happy before!! Again , Thank you so much!! ♡

"P-Please ! Y/N ! " a yell can be heard acrossed the room. "Yup ! That's me!" You beamed in joy, an axe in your right hand, swaying it all around. "I'm b-begging y-you! Do you w-want money? I could give it! Just p-please let me go!" You stopped at your tracks, and looked at her with Vicious [E/C] eyes.

You laughed out loud, cackling that you almost tripped into one of the bodies laying around your basement. "HAHA! You are quite of a comedian aren't ya Jenny?" Giggling, you approached her, sitting at her armchair where she was restrained with tight ropes.

"I could buy so many Channel bags with those! And oh, Makeups! And clothes and many more!" You cheered beside her. Her brown doe eyes relaxed at your sentence.

"R-Really?"

"Sike."

Before she reacted, you temporarily knocked her out with the base of the axe, Shutting her blabbering immediately. "Maybe those people said was true about you being a trust fund baby. Oh well !!" You happily hopped your way to the closet, pulling out a circular saw.

"Dismembering Time~!"

- - - -

"Hey did you heard the news?" One of your friends, Shania called for you. You looked at her way. "..News? About what?" You asked, toying the food in your tray. School lunch sucks considering some of them are left overs. "Jenny gone missing, Some people heard that she was with her boyfriend yesterday."

'They are dead dumbass.'

"Hmm..I wonder where they went." You mutter, still exhausted about what you did last night.

Shania looked at you for a moment. "Are you alright? You seemed tired." You looked at her and smiled. "Yup! Im okay, I just stayed up late from the tons of homework Ms. Chery gave us."

"Oh it make sense! History are hard anyways." She agreed with you, and you just laughed. From the afar, Michael Afton one of your classmates is watching you.

"Hey bitch, Look Afton is looking at you." Shania pointed out, You looked whos behind to pillar. The Brunette guy was hiding from you.

'Am I that scary?'

You waved at him and instructrd him to go into your direction but he walked away. "He is rude." You told, pushing the food away from you. "Oh Y/N I almost forgot! Are you free later?" The blond asked.

"Im not doing any particular later, Why?" You asked with a stern face. "Gosh stop being so cold! Anyway I was gonna invite you to the pizzaria down town? Fredbear Family..Diner?"

Well, whats wrong about having fun for just once? "Sure. I would love too." You half smiled at her. "Great! Meet me at the gate later!!"

- - - -

The school ends at 1, Its been 30 minutes since you've been waiting on her, Where the hell did that woman go. From the afar, you saw a blond hair giggle with a boy. "Okay~ See ya tommorow!!" You know that voice. Shania..

She walked towards you, with a pesky smile in her face. You keep your calm demanor, but inside you are completely fed up to her. "Sorry I took so long, well Lester asked me out on a date !!" She babbled on you, you looked at her.

'You're luck you are my only my friend, if not, you're dead to me.'

"Good for you." You complimented. She giggle again. "So lets go? Pizzaria time !!" As you guys walked into the pavement, we ranted about how the new P.E teacher keeps staring at her. "Like its so weeeeird, Oh here we are!!" She stopped and dragged you inside.

You grunted from the sudden force. "-ey" The smell of Grease, Pizza, and Metal entered your nose. Yelling and running children can be seen inside the establishment. "Gosh its lively Y/N!!" Shania nudge you. "Yeah.." You said.

Both of you looked around for tables until both of you found one. "Stay here, Ill order." she said as she walks away.

"Yeah go away." You muttered, as you set your bag into the spare seat you looked around. You saw the kids flocked into somewhat..robots? They looked happy while the robots looked like it could kill the little shits in no time.

You cackled to yourself. "If I was a kids, Ill probably traumatized." Your mind started flashing on how, blood everywhere, dismembered limbs, and you.. You quick to get out on your little day dream when you saw again a familar blonde.

"Hey girl, so our ordet will be done in 15 minute-ish? Oh whatever." She sat into the available seat. "So..you got a crush on Afton?" She blurted into you. "No..?" You answered, eyebrow perking at the blonde's question. "I mean , you guys had your little interaction earlier. Just fuck already god !" She shouted, earning stares from the parents.

You are close to pulling your kitchen knife in your bag and just stab her in the guts but you kept calm. " I would never ever set into a relationship." You stated. "Yeah seems like it." Shania said. The whole waiting process was boring, just your 'friend' ranting here and there.

"Order for Ms. Summers?" The waitress asked. "Yeah, thank you so much!!" She told. The pizza was full of toppings and..grease. " Yay let's eat!!" Shania took a slice and immiediately munched into it.

You took a piece and tasted it. It taste good suprisingly, the cheese has grease on with which disgust you but you continued. "Oh ! I almsot forgot, I had to get ready on date oh my god-" She quickly fixed her things. You looked suprised. "Are you gonna leave me-" As she didn't respond and hurried away.

"Great, Im alone." You muttered under your breath.

You finished your slice, and bring the plate of pizza into the couple of kids and 'kindly' offered it to them. "Thank you pretty lady!!" The boy who got the last slice told you which put your lips into a smile.

As you walk , ready to claim your bag on where you left it, you spotted a bunny suit with a little kid with them, holding a mic. The kid is seemed..allured. The kid followed the mascot into the dark alleyway..

Without thinking you followed them, clutching the bag with you. As you walked, dirt and dust completely dishevled in the air it was almost like in a horror movie. You heard a sound, it was almost like a stab.

You saw a door, slightly opened.

'BACKROOMS'

You opened the door wide, seeing a man, with a brown hair and crooked teeth smiling widely while inflicting stab wounds into his victim. You just stood their, watching on how the sharp blade go in and out into the child's chest.

Minutes later he stopped. You sighed.

"Boring."

[mytheoristavenue]

MHA Fat Gum x Shy!Reader - Gift Baskets

Summary: You are Fat Gum’s personal secretary, and you’ve been pining over him for years. One day his interns convince you to try and get his attention.

Quirk: Telepathy

You hummed happily, sitting down at your desk with a hint of honey glow in your cheeks. While it was true that being Fat Gum's personal secretary was no easy task, especially considering your shy demeanor, it had been your dream since college to work for a pro hero, and he, you had decided, was the nicest boss you could have ever hoped for.

Of course, working with Fat and his interns could be rather...well, chaotic to say the least, but you genuinely enjoyed your job, which included anything and everything from taking his calls and arranging his schedule, to providing basic first aid, and even making sure that there was plenty for food for the boys to munch on after each mission.

It was only a bonus that you love to cook, especially for Fat Gum and his interns. They're genuine appreciation always made the job feel worth it, and you were always sure to make something special that everyone liked.

Shortly after your start at the agency, you had come to notice that every morning, Fat Gum liked to enjoy a muffin with his breakfast, often sending you out to get one for him, or sometimes bringing in a case of them for everyone to share. This gave you a bright idea. Every morning, for the passed several months, your boss has come to work, and been greeted by a beautifully garnished basket of homemade muffins sitting on his desk. And this morning was no exception.

You sat at your desk, humming softly, as you began your morning routine; checking e-mails and voice messages, collecting fan mail, printing memos, etc. "Good morning, Ms. (L/N)!" Kirishima's chipper voice rang out though the quiet office, followed by the ever anxious, Tamaki, who gave you a small wave. You stood up from your seat and shuffled over to the boys, handing them their morning snacks.

"Oh good morning, boys! How are you today?" you asked with a sweet smile.

The redhead chuckled. "We're just fine, thanks for asking! And, by the way, Ms. (L/N), you know you don't have to feed us every time you see us?"

"Nonsense! You need your strength, and it's my job to make sure you're both well fed." you clarified, separating the pile of envelopes on your desk into three stacks.

"Well, you're pretty good at your job then!" Kirishima chuckled as Tamaki hid his face against a nearby wall.

"Oh, and before I forget," you began, holding a stack of mail in each hand. "I have some more fan mail for the both of you!" Both of the boys' faces lit up.

"Wow, already?!" Kirishima gushed, snatching it from your hand.

"O-Oh gosh...I-I'm really not sure how to handle all of this attention..." Tamaki fretted, shakily shuffling the envelopes in his hands.

"You guys have been gaining a lot of traction lately! Just promise you won't forget about little ole' me when you're out there in the big leagues!" you winked.

The two high schoolers wrapped you in a warm hug. "How could we ever forget about you, the person who feeds us?" the red head chuckled. "You're like our mom, and Fat's like our dad." You blushed a bit, dismissing the comment.

"So," Kirishima tried to change the subject. "How did that new lemon poppy seed muffin recipe work out? Did he like them?"

"Oh, yes. I think he enjoyed them quite a bit. You'll have to thank your mother for giving it to me." you replied with a smile.

"S-so, what flavor did you make him today, Ms. (L/N)?" Tamaki asked.

"Oh, well, today I made-" your banter with the boys was quickly cut short by a new presence in the office.

"Oh my God! You guys have to try these muffins!" Fat Gum's voice rang out from his office before his heavy steps made their way to the lobby.

Finally making an appearance, he handed Kirishima and Tamaki a pair of scrumptious looking chocolate muffins, before placing one on your desk. "I don't know who keeps sending them, but whoever it is completely knocked it out of the park with these!" the hero gushed, causing your face to conform to the color of the rouge you were wearing.

"Yeah, these are delicious, wonder whose making them?" Kirishima winked at you before beckoning Tamaki to follow suit as he made his way toward the dressing room. "Come on, lets go get dressed, Tamaki. I think Ms. (L/N) has something to talk to Fat about."

After they'd made their exit, your boss loomed over you with an almost intimidatingly questioning look. "Did you need to tell me something?" he asked, a bit concerned.

"O-Oh, no no! Nothing at all!" you squeaked, uncertain how to talk yourself out of the situation.

Fat's eyes furrowed. "Ms. (L/N), I can't allow you to keep secrets from me in my own agency, especially with my interns."

"I-It's not a secret! U-Um, the boys have just been getting a lot of fan mail lately and Kirishima suggested we invest in mail baskets for them! T-That's all!"

You boss smiled excitedly. "Well why didn't you just say so! That's a great idea! That way they can just grab their mail on their way in. Take's a bit of work off of you! Go ahead and order them a few baskets for me." You breathed a sigh of relief as he began to retreat to his office, satisfied. "Oh and one more thing," you perked your head up nervously. "Try and find out who's leaving these gift baskets on my desk. I'd like to know who it is so I can repay their generosity."

You gulped and hung your head. "Y-yes sir..."

[delicrieux]

☆ﾐ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 “𝚘𝚑”

PART 13: ...O-OH?

it’s the night of the big stream. y/n uncovers a strange, albeit deep, bond with charlie. corpse interrupts her garden date with sykkuno quite unceremoniously. tensions are high as ever; proximity chat reveals internal monologues and stray thoughts. y/n’s “batshit insane” energy affects everyone. this is, quite literally, the best game of among us bretman has ever played.

─── corpse husband x reader, sykkuno x reader (if you squint, it’s very one sided)  ─── soc. media + written fiction! ─── word count: 6.1k oops ─── ❥ reqs: sum people requested some interaction w bretman + jealous corpse + flirty sykkuno

author’s note: guys....GUYS WE’RE ON THE 3RD “OH” hope ur excited cus i am!!! this was rly fun to write, but then again, everything is better than writing an essay lmao! this is extremely chaotic and a bit seggsy but like a minuscule bit u wont even notice it i swear xx there’s not much social media in this one, mostly written lol. as always lmk wat u think n thank u for all ur kind words n sooo manyyyy ideassss!!! love u lots

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It’s happening, you think, picking the discreet, angelic white color for your astronaut - with a halo and all, truly, you are a seraph that stepped through the gates of heaven and descended onto earth to grace these morals with your presence...quite literally, you’re not only donning white in game, but also in real life, cute as a button or more like as a bunny. Cat girls are overrated - cat boys, on the other hand, you’ll ardently defend till your last breath - but bunny girls...Safe to say, your chat had been going feral. Your endless ego is fed well. You even swore on your heart that no devilish trickery would follow in this game - you had left your snake ways behind you.

No one believed you. The Roaches know you too fucking well.

The influx of new subs, however, do not. Look at this cute girl! She wouldn’t hurt a fly! You chuckle at the compliments. At the exact same moment, Rae pipes up on the discord call, “Y/n is leering and cackling evilly. No one trust her.”

Demon woman herself must be watching your stream before starting her own. You pout, all adorable and innocent, but your eyes gleam slyly. Truly, a mastermind of manipulation! Look at you go! The chat is swooning. The viewer number steadily climbs past 16K and you hum happily, welcoming all that decided to join your little clan, “Don’t listen to Rae. Wifey is mad because I said I’m not bringing her back a souvenir. Well guess what, bitch, I’m the gift.”

Your perfect image does not quite align with your tone, nor the affectionate nickname you call your roommate (bitch, not wifey). The new viewers are none the wiser though, just like your new stream mates.

There is laughter from people you don’t quite know. The lobby is almost full, but not everyone has trickled in yet.

“Filing divorce papers right now.” Rae mumbles, but you hear the smile in her voice. It makes you crack a grin, too. 

More hello’s and shy introductions to the people in the lobby. Sykkuno’s green astronaut pops in with a upbeat, “Hey, everyone! Hi, Y/n!” as his character circles around yours. A collective awww echoes in your stream chat as you, quite breathless at the wholesomeness, reply with a “Hi! Hi hi!” as well.

Corpse is next to join, mysteriously ominous. The discord call is pure chaos, everyone screaming over the other variations of his name while stressing different syllables. Silent as a grave, he just stands there, his black astronaut seemingly eyeing everyone in the lobby. 

Alas, when the noise dies down, he utters, “Whaddup, baby.” and it’s pandemonium all over again. You are screeching/laughing along with the rest. His astronaut swiftly glides to Sykkuno, still circling around you, “Hey, Sykkuno.” He says. The latter abruptly stops. The game hasn’t even started, and already - betrayal! Sykkuno starts circling around Corpse now, leaving you in the dust.

“Hey, dude!”

“Yo,” You interrupt, “I’m like here too, yeah?”

“Fight, fight, fight!” Pokimane jeers. You can’t see her, but you’re certain she’s pumping her fists in the air. 

“Let’s leave the bloodshed for the game, yeah?” Dream offers past her laugh ridden urging.

“No, fuck that, let’s start this shit right now,” Charlie declares - his monotone is strangely pleasant to the ear, and you lean back in your chair with a thoughtful hum. Something about his energy just clicks with yours instantly, but perhaps you’re judging too quickly- “Got my fucking knife ready to slit some throats. You can all pretend you aren’t ready to kill on sight, but that’s not me. I’ll teabag your dead fucking body.”

-yeah, no, your initial estimate had been correct! What a pleasant surprise, you feel like you and he will get along beautifully. 

“Way to be subtle, Charles.” Rae snorts.

“Subtle doesn’t make an interesting game, Rae,” He’s quick to bite back, “and if I’m Impostor, you bet your fucking ass I’m going after you first.”

“Noooooo!” She shrieks, rushing to your astronaut, which is still just standing there, abandoned, like the equivalent of that one emoji, “Y/n, protect me.”

“Of course, baby.” You purr. 

There’s mumbling in the discord call, though it’s barely audible. Corpse seems to be repeating the word to himself: Baby...Baby?...Baby...

“You’re gonna stab me in the back the first chance you get, won’t you?” She questions, already painfully aware of the answer.

“You know it!”

“Finally, someone that’s not fucking cowering in their boots and flaunting their real nature.” Charlie says, “Y/n, form a Big Dick Alliance with me.”

“Oh for sure, man.” You agree immediately, trailing to his in game figure, “Let’s show these virgins how it’s done.”

“This is going to be a mess, isn’t it?” Sean’s voice rings with a cheerful laugh, making you flustered. Yes, you’re actually playing with THE JacksepticeyeTM. You still haven’t fully wrapped your head around that part, “I’m very excited to see where this will go.”

“Nowhere good.” You say with unparalleled sincerity - every word you speak to him, the icon, the legend, the one of the few youtubers you actually actively follow, must be genuine. You doubt you can lie to him. He’s too good of a person. You admire him too much. Stuck between wanting to be a shady bitch and an absolute saint, you refrain from addressing him more - you are simply not worthy.

its the y/n trying to act like a normal person in front of jack for me

ikr she looks ready to join the monastery

each day we stray closer to gods light???

Your viewers are snide as always. Gosh, you love them.

The last player pops in, fashionably late, “Hey, y’all.”

“Hey, Bretman!” The call choruses somewhat harmoniously.

“Hi, daddy.” He’s speaking to Corpse now, a smile in his voice - you can hear it even past the static of his atrocious mic. Your eyes widen, eyebrows shooting up. Your friends are cackling, but confusion refrains you from doing the same - were you not the only one Corpse offered, seemingly so long ago!, to be his sugar baby? 

One betrayal after the other. You’re glad for the Big Dick Alliance. The name has a nice right to it, too. 

Corpse laughs, “...Hey, Bretman. How are you today?”

Damn, two sentences for him, but not even a word spoken to you!? You’re already scripting a very melodramatic paragraph you will text him after the stream. With poorly masked discontent, you mutter, “Wow, thanks for such a warm welcome, Corpse, my day’s going great, yeah, loving the company.”

“Now now miss girl,” Bretman chimes, “we can’t be all daddy’s favorite.”

“Careful,” Charlie drones, “I think you just got yourself onto Y/n’s shit list.”

“Right next to Corpse Husband and Valkyrae.” You agree, “Sykkuno!” You suddenly call him.

“Uhm-Uh-Yes?” Is his nervous reply.

“You’re safe.” You state coldly, “For now.”

“You are not going after Sykkuno on my watch.” It must be a belated holiday miracle because Corpse finally decides to address you. His words seem to awake something in him, “Hey-Hey-Hey-” He swiftly glides to you, standing right next to your minute virtuous angel, “When are you coming back to Cali?”

corpse stop acting weird challenge

literally omg lmao

he does bring up a good point y/n y u not in cali yet?!

^pack it up corpse simp he disrespected the queen when he didnt say hi

“Back off, buddy,” Charlie interjects, “this spot is for Big Dick Alliance members only.”

“I’m never returning.” You inform him, your voice cold like the Arctic snow, and the look in your eyes is no kinder. You feel like you’re having a stare down through screen. 

Silence stretches. Is this an intimidation tactic? Because if it is, it’s a paltry one. Your conviction to be petty is stronger than any vulnerability you might feel.

“Then I have nothing to say to you.” He admits and fucks right off with that. Fine, go join Sykkuno and Rae in their little corner of betrayal! Friendship ended with Corpse, now Charlie is your best friend.

“Okay, guys, guys, guys-” Toast, noting this is going to spiral any minute now, tries to catch their attention, “Let’s start?!”

You look into your camera, and the roaches know what you’re thinking. You’re twins like that, communicating telepathically. You are taking back your tender promise of not being a conniving bastard. It’s fucking on. You will destroy everyone in your path, starting with the guy you have a stupid crush on - maybe?! Feelings are confusing, you’d rather just not think point blank period.

With no objections from the cast, the counter ticks away seconds and, for the first round, you’re stuck as CREW MATE.

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Charlie is a gift. Truly, you had not expected such a sudden, wonderful relationship to bloom. How have you not known of him sooner?! It’s a crime that you hadn’t spoken to him earlier. You are a 100% certain if you had found him before you started streaming, he would’ve been a big inspiration. 

The two of you do your silly little tasks and curse like sailors, commenting about this and that thanks to proximity chat. You wouldn’t have been able to stand the claustrophobic silence if it was just a normal Among Us game - to think, missing out on all his foully worded quips! It almost springs a tear into your eye. He’s just as unhinged as you.

worried about this dynamic 

its a trainwreck lol i love it plz collab more plz

Caught in a headed discussion in Electrical - TikTok trends, or audios specifically - you defend the app the best you can. Charlie thinks it’s super cringe, and you insist it’s part of the charm as you connect wires.

“I mean, have...-do you know that one audio, the one that goes, like,” You’re spilling your words, heated, frustrated that he’s so dismissive of the app that literally saved 2020, “it goes like, uhm,” You clear your throat, prep your voice - even take a sip of your favorite drink. Drawing the syllables, you try your best to make it drop an octave - it must sound like you’re doing an atrociously bad and nauseatingly scratchy Corpse impression with an extra dramatic flair, “My assssssss, your cockkk, you do the mathhh.”

“Did-Did I just-” You freeze hearing Corpse’s voice, finally done with your task. Charlie is muffling his laughter behind his palm; Corpse’s astronaut stands in the doorway, “What the fuck did I just walk into?” He seems genuinely confused, though a strangely winded. You’re mortified. Your shoulders are shaking. You look at the stream chat but it’s going too fast for you to follow. Manic laughter bubbles in your chest and you squeeze your eyes shut, mouth split into a toothy grin, lowering your head and trying to hide the blush dusting your cheeks.

“Hey? Guys? What the fuck are you talking about?” He questions again.

“Honestly?” Charlie chimes, “No fucking clue. TikTok, I think. Ask Y/n.”

You can’t reply. You’re crying. You cover your face with your palms, muttering a soft oh my god before bursting into a full blow laugh, throwing your head back, the motion accidentally knocking your headphones off.

“Y/n.” Corpse calls you, “Fuck was that?”

You’re howling. Your stomach hurts. There are literal tears in your eyes. You think Charlie might be laughing too, but you can’t really tell over your loud screeching. Hastily fixing your headphones, you wipe away the tears stuck to your lower lashes, heaving, “S-Sorry, I-” You stutter, breaking into another fit of giggles. Corpse patiently waits you to calm down. Catching your breath, you start again with a sniffle, “TikTok, yeah.” You idly fix your hair, trying to bite down a smile, “It’s an audio.”

“What- What kind of videos are you watching?”

“The good kind.” Your reply is instant, merciless, “Also, why are you here? We’re having a BDA meeting, you know.”

“I-I...” He trails off, “I...I heard people talking and...I just came here to check it out, but...I’m regretting it.” There’s a lilt in his voice, and you know he doesn’t regret jack shit. You bet he’s smiling. You wish you could see it.

“Bitch, then leave!” You huff. You aren’t sure what is with him today, and you don’t want to stick around and find out - his playfulness makes your stomach flip at the most inappropriate times! Like when you’re trying to sound threatening. You must retreat posthaste, “No, wait, I’ll do it for you.” You say, brushing past his character. Charlie follows after you.

“Dude, you’re so fucking lucky neither of us are the Impostor because you’d be deader than I’ve been feeling since I was 10.” Your favorite companion comments. Charlie is truly a modern wordsmith. You’re pretty sure you adore him, because you’re nodding your head, so quick to agree with him that even you’re surprised. 

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A meeting is called. You spare a glance at your fallen crew mates. They will be missed. Sean most of all, God, why does heaven always take the good ones?! The game feels emptier without him, even if you really only passed him once on your trek to Cafeteria with Charlie.

You may or may not have been avoiding him, afraid you’d accidentally say something horrible and he would hate you. It’s a silly fear, though a deep one. And with Charlie keeping you company, you had not uttered a single objectively  good, or even coherent, sentence. Your parents can’t watch this stream once it’s uploaded onto your Youtube channel. They know you’re barely keeping it together in most of your videos, but here, now? Yeah, no. Charlie is already hard to listen to on his own for sensitive viewers, and hearing you agree with literally everything he says with your own chaotic ideas? Your dad would stumble into an early grave.

Mom probably wouldn’t mind too much, but you’d have to explain your relationship status again. She is under the assumption that everyone you collab with is your significant other. You’d say it began with Sykkuno, though the exclamation of “Finally! My daughter isn’t pathetically single! We need to celebrate.” had started with Rae. Truly, a scandal.

Speaking of which, Sykkuno is gone, too, but you had time to mourn him already. You found his body roughly ten minutes ago; so torn with the fresh agony of heartbreak, you could not do anything else but cry. It was Charlie, bless his heart, that reported it.

“Someone killed Jack,” You say, voice dripping with venom, “court is now in session. I’m ready to vote the fucker out.”

People speak all at once. Toast roars over them, “ORDER! ODER IN COURT!” as he slams his hand onto his desk repeatedly. That seems to work, though briefly.

“I think it’s Y/n.” Corpse says. You stare at him, hand gripping your heart, mouth falling open in surprise.

flame him

corpse boutta be a corpse fr

beat his ass queen!!!!!

“Pardon my french,” You grumble, “but nani the fuck?!”

“It’s definitely Y/n, I found her and Charlie conspiring in Electrical. Surrealist experience of my fucking life, but it’s definitely her.”

“Dude, we’ve been over this,” Charlie sighs, shushing Rae who was about to comment something - knowing your luck, it was probably in favor of the man throwing you under the bus, “we would’ve snapped your fucking neck the moment you walked in. But we didn’t.”

“Yeah, we didn’t.” Corpse notes, “I said nothing about you, I’m just saying it’s definitely her. She probably didn’t kill in front of you because of your stupid alliance-”

“Someone sounds salty because he wasn’t invited.” Pokimane snickers.

“-or possibly she did tell you and you won’t betray her for the exact same reason.”

“That’s some big brain logic you pulled there, genius,” Charlie says, absolutely unimpressed, “sure you didn’t have an aneurysm trying to connect all of that together?”

“Well,” Rae pipes up, “Y/n and Charlie did say they will kill right before the game started. If you ask me, it’s not unbelievable. And Sykkuno was sorta on the shit list.”

“I’m writing down your name twice, Rachell.” You spit.

“Not helping your case at all, Y/n...” Dream worries, “And Rae makes a good point. Charlie and you have professed desire for murder. I’m just saying! It’s a bit suspicious, you know?”

The next words to leave Corpse’s lips sound incredibly smug, “See?” He drawls.  The pressure is getting to you - you don’t understand where this beguiling talent of his to convince literally everyone comes from, but it doesn’t inspire any confidence. Your fist suddenly feels incredibly lonely, so useless - oh, how you long to swing at him, “It’s definitely Y/n.”

“I dunno...” Toast mumbles.

“It’s Y/n.”

“Corpse-” You try, but he's ignoring you - shocker, as if he hadn’t been doing that from the very start of this stupid game - and chanting your name like it’s a fucking mantra or something, a smile in his voice, knowing, relishing in the fact that he’s grating on your nerves, “FIRST OF ALL,” You scream into the mic, successfully cutting him off; catching your breath, you exhale, and continue, calmly, lowly,  “get my pretty name out of your mouth.” 

There’s a pause full of tense silence. 

Then, there’s a sound, seemingly stuck in the back of his throat, “...O-Oh...?”

“Second of all,” You continue, words like honey dipped in arsenic, “This is the clearest smear campaign I have ever witnessed. By how hard you’re trying to frame me for fuck knows what reason, I’m led to believe it’s you that killed them. You’re the Impostor.”

“Corpse wouldn’t kill Sykkuno, though.” Rae comments, skeptical.

“Then the other Impostor did it.” You counter.

“Maybe you’re both Impostors.” Pokimane chirps.

“Y/n would never betray the Big Dick Alliance like that.” Charlie states.

You grin, “Charlie, I literally love you.” 

“Wait hold up now,” Corpse seems to get his bearings together, “what’s this about love I’m hearing?”

“I have none for you, dick.” You snap, flipping him off. Your chat cheers. While he can’t see it, you hope he senses it through the screen, “I officially hate you.”

“No, wait-”

“Boo, Corpse, you suck.” Toast laughs.

“Y/n, please-”

“Let’s all vote for Corpse Husband, okay?” You say it like it’s his full official name with an encouraging smile and multiple soft nods. Sykkuno can’t be here to nod, so you’ll do it for him. You eye the rapidly decreasing timer before clicking on Corpse’s figure and voting for him. The VOTED icon instantly pops up beside your adorable astronaut.

“Baby, I-” It slips past his lips so easily, as if he’s not even thinking about it, like it’s only natural to call you that and a spike of anxiety shoots up, making you glare. It’s only halfhearted. You try your best to ignore the rapid and uncoordinated pulses of your heart. Replace unwanted feelings with anger and hate - works like a charm, every time.

“You are not allowed to call me that.” You hiss. The chat spams snake emojis. 

“Wait-” Bretman chimes, “Hold up, y’all, slow down a minute. Why does Corpse never call me baby?”

“Yeah!” Pokimane agrees, “I want to be baby, too!”

Pokimane may not have been called baby, but you just single-handedly decided her nickname for her - Target 4. Welcome to the shit list, she is officially your public enemy number 1. You aren’t sure why the thought of Corpse ever referring to anyone else as baby makes you sick to your stomach (you actually do know why, but brain no think at the moment), but you wish this whole conversation never happened. You don’t like it.

20 seconds left. More VOTED icons appear by your friends. Corpse is the last one to cast his ballot at, you assume, you, as the rest wait for his quick explanation before everyone (or not) returns to the game, “...Because she’s my baby.”

Goodbye. Life had been sweet, and there was sorrow, though the amount of embarrassment you feel now is worse than when the internet found your cringe worthy high school pictures on your mom’s Facebook. It’s a mixture of dread and excitement - the pleasure of being noticed, cherished even, though anxious from vulnerability. Someone is screaming a very prolonged “WHAAAAT?!”, or maybe multiple people are, you aren’t sure, your ears start to hurt from the loud, conflicting cacophony of voices as you stare blankly at the screen. You received two votes, just like Corpse, Charlie got one, the rest skipped. With no one flung out, you all find yourself back in Cafeteria again.

Baby. My baby? My baby. My baby. The sentence is playing ping-pong in your mind, reverberating louder each time. You’re actually speechless for the first time in your life; your chest hurts, your heart beating so fast your hands start shaking. Had he meant it? Or was this a some joke? Was he trying to get a rise out of you again? You might just go insane from so many questions. My baby. Holy shit, this is a heart attack, this is what a heart attack feels like, dear God, you figured you at least had ten years before you get one!

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First round ends with IMPOSTORS raining victorious. Your sixth sense had been working wonders since, true to you previous estimate, it had been Corpse. His companion was Pokimane. For absolutely no reason what’s so ever, you change her name once more from Target 4 to Target 1. Normally, you’re all for girls supporting girls. Men don’t deserve anything, really, but now you’re so flustered and still reeling from what you are 80% sure was cardiac arrest that you genuinely don’t care about your established morals.

Round two starts without much deliberation. You get CREW MATE again; the game must sense your growing bloodlust, making sure that once you do get IMPOSTOR, you will not hold back. True power is granted to those who are ready and strong enough to wield it. You wait for your moment with bated breath.

Charlie is taken from you too early. The two of you were once again caught in a discussion - God knows about what, Minecraft, hentai, oh! your server! - as you tried to card swipe for the umpteenth time. The lights blew out and you just knew one of you was getting murdered there and then. Charlie’s voice abruptly cut off, and you think a part of you died with him.

It’s a cold meeting; with your new best friend being the first to go, everyone decides to skip. You proclaim you seek vengeance. When the meeting comes to an end, Sykkuno is the first to offer his condolences.

“I’m sorry, Y/n.” He says, and while he’s not in Brooklyn, you somehow feel him patting your back. You feign a sniffle.

“There’s nothing to apologize for...” You murmur sadly, “Unless...” Your voice turns sharp as the knife that was surely twisted into Charlie’s back, “It was you?”

“NO!” He exclaims, “I would never-you gotta believe me! I would never kill him. I know he’s important to you. I wouldn’t do that, I swear.”

“He was like a brother to me.” You admit, solemn, “Charlie, if you’re haunting me right now, know I will avenge you. I will not let this go.”

Sykkuno hums, circling around you, “Hey, I have a task in Greenhouse. Would you, uh--Would like to, uhm, join me?” Despite the shaky start, he finishes on a firm, pleasant note. He’s trying to cheer you up. Having lost your closest friend, he’s offering you his company. You accept with a soft smile and a cute “Yes, please!” and he releases an airy little laugh. The two of you make your way to your favorite place in map MIRA.

It’s difficult to stay sad for long when Sykkuno’s so sweet; the atmosphere of the Greenhouse is strangely calming; your problems seem to be left behind the shut doors. If you tried hard enough, you could imagine being in an actual Greenhouse - the warm, damp air clinging to your skin, the unmistakable smell of earth and vegetation, the pleasant silence broken only by yours and his hushed voices and clumsy footsteps.

The two of you are talking. Mainly about your choice of attire. Cat first, Sykkuno ponders aloud, doing his task as you watch the plants grow, now bunny, what’s next? You affirm that you will most likely dress up in cow-print next, or as an adorable sheep. He laughs, admitting you’ll look good in anything before he trails off. His awkwardness is really endearing. 

“Or!” You chirp happily, content with being locked away with him for the whole game. The idea must be playing in his mind, too, because he seems in no rush to leave, “I could, like, dress as someone from My Hero Academia. I watched the stream you did with Stella, the one where she made you look like Todoroki. It was really cute. You were really cute.”

“Oh, uhm-well, uh, thank you, thanks, I, uhm-” He clears his throat, and despite his stutter, you hear the smile in his voice, “I-I think you’d look better, though. Not as Todoroki. Or, probably as Todoroki, too. But, uhm, what character are you thinking about?”

“Maybe Momo?”

“Momo!” He yeps, “Momo is good. Yeah, she’s great. You’ll-uhm-you’ll look amazing. Really. Momo is awesome. Very pretty. Just like you.”

You are blushing. A stupid, toothy grin makes your cheeks hurt. Your eyes flicker to the chat, but again, it’s going wild. Giggling, you thank him for his sweet words, so giddy it’s honestly embarrassing. Why can’t you stop smiling? This is incriminating. You hide your lips behind your palm.

“...What’s this?” Corpse question. You had failed to note his sudden appearance, too busy gushing. “Am I interrupting?”

“Hey, Corpse!” Sykkuno greets. For someone so awkward and shy, he sure is good at hiding it when he wants to. Perhaps it’s all an act and you had been deviously tricked! Probably not, but you can’t help but narrow your eyes suspiciously, finally able to calm down. You definitely underestimated him, you just haven’t figured out how yet, “Not really! Y/n was sad Charlie died so I took her here.”

“You interrupted our date, dipshit.” You deadpan. 

“...Fuck you say?” Corpse dares, his voice low and somewhat menacing - for someone who exclusively portrays his emotions through only his voice, he’s incredibly hard to read. This is payback. Your love for wreaking havoc resurfaces suddenly. Serves him right for pulling all this ignoring shit at the start. Maybe you’ll make him say oh again.

Your sly smirk is promptly wiped. Fuck. He said oh, he literally said oh out loud. The Teruhashi fangirl in you is screaming. You had been so caught up in defending yourself you didn’t even register it at first. Alarmed, you look at the camera, then at the chat. First oh, then my baby. There’s no way he had been teasing you, and this proves it. Holy shit. You mouth the words “HE SAID OH!” for your audience only.

now she notices

snail pace baby we’ve been loosing our shit for the past hour 

corpse x y/n saikik au enemies to lovers 500k words slow burn im here for it

opening wattpad rn^

Your heart races in your chest - it might be considered an Olympic medalist at this point; flustered yet again, you wish you could cave into yourself. You should’ve brought your bright blue wig with you to Brooklyn. Turns out it would have been perfect for this stream. Yes, yes thinking about unnecessary details always works in distracting you from the butterflies throwing a fucking rave in your stomach. 

“I guess it is a date!” Sykkuno admits, “Kinda after a funeral, but still.”

Corpse hums. You’re still too stunned to say anything. The black astronaut with adorable cat ears approaches Sykkuno. 

“It’s not.” He states. Your mouth falls open in shock as your date, your companion, the Shoto to your Momo is murdered in cold blood right in front of you. His lifeless body, cut in half, lays on the tiles by the growing flowers, right beside you, “You didn’t see shit.”

“...I didn’t see shit.” Is all you can utter, breathless and terrified.

“Thaaaat’s fucking right, baby.” Corpse coos, “Now I’m gonna report it, and I’ll say we found Sykkuno together. Better stick close to me after the meeting, got it?”

If Sykkuno is Shoto, then Corpse is definitely Dabi. 

why is that kinda hot tho omg

didn’t know i needed dom corpse since now but i do

y/n looks like shes boutta throw up lmao 

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You follow him around like a lost puppy - because what else is left for you to do!? You’re helpless in this situation. He’s got you in the palm of his hand, successfully eliminating everyone you had previously interacted with. First it was Charlie, then Sykkuno, even Sean, who said hello in passing, was shot instantly. Real Sangwoo behavior. You almost want to scream warnings at everyone to not approach you. You cannot mourn another lost crew mate, you don’t think your conscience can take it. But words fail to form. You’re too weak. You fake cry to your audience. They’re quick to remind you to stop acting like a little bitch.

“Mean.” Is all you say, eyeing the comments.

“Hm?”

“Was talking to the roaches.”

“What are they saying?”

“That I should betray you.”

“...Better not.”

A shiver shoots up your spine and you half believe he will bust down your door and drag you into his basement for real. A nervous laugh slips past your lips, “I won’t, I won’t.” You reassure him, “Don’t worry, I’m sticking with you. I haven’t seen shit.”

“I like that you listen to me. You always this agreeable?”

“You’re kinda not giving me a choice right now.” You grumble, vending yourself a drink while he looms behind you, protecting you. From who?! Himself?!

“Oh my fucking God, finally,” Bretman exclaims, “girl, I’ve been running around the whole map trynna find someone, is everyone like, dead?”

You’re scared to reply. Corpse does it for you, “Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, maybe? Not sure. Where have you been?”

“Oh you know,” Bretman grins, “doing tasks, talking shit, the usual. You two are not, like, Impostors right?”

You shoot a look at Corpse, but he obviously can’t see it. Biting your lip, you murmur, “Nope.”

“Just your regular crew mates doing regular crew mate things.” Corpse says, no, purrs. Because that’s not suspicious at all. You’d recommend Bretman to run, and not only because that sounded shady as fuck. But he seems to enjoy danger, or he just doesn’t care.

“Hmmmm, crew mates, sure. Miss girl Y/n,” He’s addressing you now; you smile anxiously, “How come every time I see you, you’re with a different man?! Like damn, leave some for the rest of us, for real!”

You like Bretman. You like his high-pitched whine and drawl. You would like him even more if not for the complex situation at hand. You fear for his life. Chewing at your bottom lip, you snicker, “Sorry, Bret. I can leave you Corpse if you want?”

He laughs, “Girl, I’d say yes so fucking quick, but I know he wouldn’t want that. Normally I wouldn’t care, but y’all are such a cute couple it’s making me not want to be a shady motherfucking bitch. Changing my ways, embracing the lord. Love it.”

 Corpse doesn’t correct him that you are, in fact, not dating. His lack of reaction unnerves you slightly. Does he...? No! No think! Only exist! You catch that train of thought and steer it away from forbidden territory. Looks like it’s up to you to clear the air, and that is exactly what you do after trying to swallow down the lump in your throat, “Uh, we’re not together, actually. We’re just really good friends.”

“Bitch, then move over,” Bretman says snappily,”go like, back to your other boyfriends. Or find another one. I think I saw Dream near Navigation.”

“Near Navigation, huh?” Corpse hums thoughtfully. It’s a subtle warning, but you catch it. Yeah, even if you try running, Dream’s going to join your other ‘boyfriends’ in the afterlife. Granted, killing someone by just talking with them is kind of cool. Or maybe Stockholm Syndrome is finally kicking in, “Bret, the thing is, Y/n’s scared of dying, so she asked me to stay with her.”

It’s disturbing how good at lying he is. It is also really really attractive, as bizarre as that is.

y/n stop being in a toxic relationship with corpse challenge

making fanart of this omg her face

its the blushing for me girl get your head outta the gutter!

^she cant, it lives there

“Baby, you’re gonna fucking die if you stick with her,” Bretman points out, “have you noticed the mortality rate of her partners? Rest in peace, daddy.”

“He’s right, you know.” You mutter, dramatically looking to the side, “I’m no good, Corpse.”

“Not leaving you, end of discussion. Bretman, join us?” Corpse offers, catching you by surprise. He might still be lying, though. Creating a false sense of security before eliminating Bretman. Probably would laugh while doing it, too. Wow, he truly is evil.

Turns out he doesn’t have to do any of that, because when Dream strolls into Cafeteria, he kills Bretman instead. The two Impostors are finally revealed. You promised not to snitch on Corpse, but you didn’t say shit about not exposing Dream. You press the REPORT button and say just that: “Dream just murdered Bret right in front of me and Corpse.”

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The last meeting is called. Dream had been voted out with the help of Corpse, and now only you, he, and Rae remain.

“Baby, you know what to do.”

The VOTED icon pops up beside Corpse’s astronaut. Rae wheezes, “No! Y/n, it’s not me, you gotta believe me, I swear it’s not me!”

“...I really don’t know,” You murmur, “I’ve been with Corpse a lot, and...Rae, I’m not sure...”

“Please! I swear it on my Kagayama cardboard cut out, I’m not the Impostor, please! You know me, I’d never lie to you like this.”

“She’s definitely lying.” Corpse says, sounding pleased.

“Don’t listen to him! Remember, during the first round, when he tried to convince us that you were the Impostor? He’s doing the same shit to me!”

“I also remember you agreeing with him.” You remind her.

“I was stupid! Small dumb brain moment! He was using us to win! He’s using you right now!” She votes, “Please, Y/n, make the right choice.”

You’re silent for a moment.

“I’m gonna...I’m gonna vote for who I think it is.” You lastly say.

A slow, lazy grin makes it’s way onto your lips, eyes gleaming mischievously. You had not forgotten your promise to your brother from another mother, you had not forgotten the pride of the BDA, you had not forgotten your beautiful friendship. Two miniature astronauts pop up by Corpse’s at the exact moment Rae screeches “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!”

“Fuck.” Is all Corpse says with a laugh.

The screen changes, informing of the first CREW MATE victory.

Your ears are assaulted with different voices as you appear in the lobby.

“Now that’s what I’m fucking talking about.” Charlie raves, “I swear to fucking God, Y/n, you even got me going for a second. Pulled some 1000 IQ shit right there. It was fucking amazing. Best back stabbing I’ve seen in a while, and I’ve seen a lot.”

“That was absolutely fantastic, Y/n.” Sean applauds, “I really thought you joined Corpse like some crew mate accomplice or something. Can’t believe you switched on him at the last second.”

“That’s my wifey!” Rae cheers, strolling to you, “Love you, mwah.”

“Hey, Corpse,” Charlie calls him, “How does it feel to be a fucking loser?”

“I’m surprisingly fine with it.”

yeah he would be lmao

mom is the best snake ever i love you sm y/n

rae and y/n’s friendship....the feeeeeels

As the rest sing your praises for another solid minute or two, the third round begins. CREW MATE again. Though, just because you’re stuck as an underpaid worker in a dying spaceship, it doesn’t mean you’re innocent. Your last round proved that quite well. You can’t help but silently snicker.

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