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Bioshock Infinite • the beauty of Columbia 11/?
#Bioshock#Bioshock Infinite#Bioshockedit#bioinfedit#vgedit#gamingedit#scenery#vgscenery#BioInfscenedit#own creations#going back to an old series with smaller edits 👌#(I need to make some room on my computer heh)
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"Let's see..add a few fine tuning on the stitches, tighten up the bells…" Merkeo muttered as he faced his computer desk, threading a needle through his jester suit. "Just a little bit of tugging and..There!”
He took a step back to admire his handy work. The black and red spandex glistened beneath his lamp, slumping from the miniature desk to the wooden board of the one beneath. It took him weeks to find a suit customizable, he could hardly count the shops he visited that sold suits for people his size. He took the suit from the desk, reminiscing its silky texture as it glided between his fingertips.
"Wait until the the peeps get a load of this, I can already tell this DnD session will be-"
A beep rang from the magnet on the front door, a hard thud striking the panel as a spiked cleat forced it to the wall. "Hey nerd! Guess who's home!" A voice boomed as the rest of their body lowered into the frame, the metal borders of the door screaming as they made their way passed. "I swear this damn door needs an adjustment. Hey nerd! Nerd!"
"I'm right here, Fervin!" Merkeo shouted, rubbing his ears from the vibrations in his ear drums. "Must you shout so loud? We're in a dormitory."
"What can I say? when I make an entrance, I make an entrance."
He slumped his duffel bag from his shoulder, tossing it against the wall as its weight sent a pulse through the floor. Merkel watched as his form strolled closer, like a looming storm cloud about to pour upon a landscape. The computer chair rushed back, Fervin's hide forcing the cushion down as it raced eagerly to support him.
He crossed his arms behind his back. "Oh it feels good to be out of that lecture room. The professor really cracked down on that essay, even double checked to ensure it was mine. Guess some pencil necks can’t handle such great genius."
"You mean my work. My whole sleep schedule’s out of whack because of your pestering."
the desk shook as spikes prodded upon the table. Merkel nearly yelped at its prickling touch, his hands casting to the air. "And it worked like a charm." He kicked his other foot upon the table. But he paused as he gazed at the slim ware hanging from his foot. “Huh, what are those? pajamas?”
The footwear wagged as Merkeo raced to retrieve his suit, cautiously eying the coned steel as they swiped from side to side. “If you must know, It’s my jester suit. And I would very much like it without holes for DnD.”
"That nerd shit? Pfft, lame. You can’t expect to get babes with a thing like that. Now that spring break party tonight, that’s where it’s really at. And guess who’s cohost? This guy!”
Merkeo managed to grab ahold of his suit, sliding it from the cold pedestal as he tumbled back to the desk. "You? Cohost? I don’t think they chose wisely on that."
“Cute, can’t be surprised to hear that from a bookworm. But If there’s one thing I know, it’s how to party.” He said. “The drinks, the babes, I can already imagine it now. And by the end of the night, I’m gonna bang me a cheerleader."
He raised his palms to the air, his fingers swaying to trace an hourglass shape. His hips slowly began to thrust, his junk pushing through from its pouch as it slithered to the leg hole of his shorts. Merkeo caught a glimpse as the phallus peeked out, shielding his eyes as his face flushed red.
"Ay Ay! TMI man, I don't want to see all that!"
"Aww is the nerd getting flustered?" His legs stretching over the desk, the hefty package between his legs gyrating against the wooden furniture. "I bet you wish you could be all over this."
"I’d rather do quizzes than be that close to you." he replied, "Will you put that away already?!"
"Hah, that's what I like about you nerds, always so squeamish." he slid his waist back to the chair, groping at the bulky outline. "Luckily for you, this bad boy has its eyes set on the ladies tonight. It can't waste time on small fries like you. Though it might give that thin noodle of yours some pointers."
"Thanks, but no thanks."
"Peh, suit yourself."
He grabbed a few beer bottles, hoisting them over his broad shoulders as he walked out of the room. Merkeo sighed, taking back to his suit as he checked for punctured points. Aside from dust particles, the fabric was unscaved. Thank goodness, he didn't know what he’d do if it became damaged.
He returned to his desk to tend to the rest of his props, organizing the board and creatures he was ready to unleash upon his members. Another hour ticked by in a flash, his notes piling over one another from his practice sessions. He yawned as he checked the clock on the wall, a quarter past 7:00 PM.
“Time for a break.” he leaned into his chair.
He took to his computer as he looked into his group chat for the group. Many online were already talking about the upcoming session, sharing new lores while roleplaying in their own channels. What a treat it was to indulge in fantasy, he thought, may he could give them a taste of the jester magic. He reached for his cards to select to share, but paused as he eyed his costume. He eyed the group chat as many shared their costumes, it sent an urge through his body, his fingers wiggling at the temptation of trying it on. He didn’t want to spoil the magic with a picture, but to send a picture of their grad DM, it may just make them excited, if not himself.
“Oh.. why not, I still have to make sure it fits anyway.”
He picked up the costume as he held it on his shoulder, stripping himself as the cool conditioning washed over him like a wave. He slipped his limbs inside, his hairs standing on end as they brushed against the elastic spandex. He soon put on his Cap n Bells as they dangled from the sides of his head, its little chimes sending a giggle from inside as he tapped at the round spheres.
“I think a quick selfie might do the trick. ‘The crowned jester and his future pawns’. Oo, that kinda has a ring to it.
He hovered his phone to get a better angle for himself, shifting the filter as sparkles boarded the frame. But the ground shook beneath as he caught himself, the water bottle on the desk rippling. An earthquake? It can’t be, the tectonic plate wasn’t near the university. Heavy thumps slowly overwhelmed the silent rumbles, traveling through the walls before it stopped at the front door.
The magnet chimed, but the handle didn’t turn as grumbling lingered behind it. The magnet reactivated, and pounds struck the door, as if a wild beast was trying to force its way in. Merkeo eyed the door as its pounds became aggressive, the green lighting of the magnet flickering before another strike snuffed out its light. The door slammed open, and wallowing filled the room.
Fervin loomed inside as he entered. One of his shoes were missing, and his "Damn it all..who do they think I am?! I'm a fuckin'.. Football player!"
His weight leaned as his feet stomped forward, like a drunk T-rex trying to run as he staggered to couch. He tripped over his own feet as he hurled toward the cushion, knocking the couch from its sliders as his head wedged into the soft gaps.
Merkeo used the railing in the room to make it over to the couch, standing upon the armchair. "The hell happened to you?"
"It's horrible..I go all that way to seek her out..An.. the hag blue balled me. Me!" He groaned into the cushions, scraping from its soft crevice. “You know how many want to..to.. Fuck me?!"
Fervin turned his head, his roaring breath flowing out like a dragon. Merkeo fanned the air as the smell of alcohol polluted the once clean air, holding the collar of his suit over his mouth to deter himself from passing out.
“You went and got yourself again! Didn’t you learn from the last party you went to.”
“Screw you!.. I don’t take orders from you! Why I..I” tears slowly sleeping through his eyes, a whimper escaping. “Damn it all..why do they have to make it so hard?”
Merkeo palmed himself. He must’ve drank too much if he’s already at his wallowing state. He sighed before hopping to the side of the lughead's face, caressing his cheek as its warmth filled his palm. "Hey now..you. There's no need to fuss about one girl." He said to him, wincing at the drool wetting his pants. "There's many out there in the sea, and I'm sure there's some out there waiting for him."
"Yeah right!" He blurted, knocking Merkeo onto his butt. " That's not gonna solve my aching cock right now!"
Fervin dug a finger through his waistband, the jock’s musk mixing with the tainted air as flesh squeaked against the sofa’s rubbery surface. The forearm above Steamrolled Merkeo as it traversed toward the bulging phallus, answering its wet call as his stubby fingers pampered its side. It throbbed it wedged itself between the crevice of the cushions, the jock’s hips flexing as he shuttered.
“Oh Yeah..that’s the stuff.” He muttered, his hips pumping into the couch.
"Dude! Not in the living room! Do that somewhere else."
"Sue me..I'm too pissed and horny to move."
His strokes increased as his hips moved like a wave, the wet slap of flesh overwhelming the silence in the room. Merkeo raced to comfort his ears as he moved to a cubard, searching through his supplies. He flipped over towels stashed in the corner, and found a plastic bottle of water sticking out from its packet. He wrapped his arms around the slender bottle and dragged it out, heaving it toward his drunken roommate on the couch.
“Alright, let’s get you sober so you don’t break the wall again?” Merkeo said.
Fervin grumbled as his knees slumped beneath him, thrusting him upward as his wait trailed backwards. Merkeo eyed cautiously at his blundering, backtracking as the stumbling feet trailed closer.
“I didn’t say move!” he yelped, rolling the bottle the opposite way.
But he wasn’t fast enough to outrun Fervin, his feet kicking in front of the other as he tilted like a chopped tree. The floor darkened before a wall of mass crashed at his back, burly arms planting the ground with a thunderous thump.
“That lady’s cheeks were cold… I’m barely s..satisfied.” He pawed the ground. “I need more!”
“Well you’re not getting one when you're on top of me! Now get off!”
His glassy eyes opened as he glared at him. "Piss off, man! I don’t need your..” he paused as he stared at the small roommate, his eyes blinking before they widened.
Merkeo met his gaze, looking at the marbled floor before looking back. "What?"
"Hey..where’d this toy come? Ho..How long have you been there?"
“Toy?" He blinked, tugging at his suit. "No, this is my suit, remember?"
"And it talks!..oh man..This must be my lucky day.”
"I have no idea what you're talking about. All that booze has gotten to your head. Why don't you go lay down and-" A palm wrapped around his body, plucking him from underneath. "Hey!"
His hand gripped like a vice, Fervin hauling him away as he returned to the couch with a drunken waltz. He was hurled into the closed fist as his back met with the soft cushion. He strung themselves to to the floor, a signal that rushed to the titanic cock as it pointed from his body. Merkeo pounded a hand at the sides of the jock’s fingers, the other covering his nose as the smell of rubber and jizz invaded his nostrils.
The phallus loomed closer, stamping at the gap between the middle fingers as it struck his chest. "A perfect fit..awesome." He slurred beneath his breath, his palms lifting as Merkeo plunged into the cavern of the couch, the bulbous head stamping his chin as it ensnared between his walls.
As the cock reached the bottom of the gap, it was a catalyst for Fervin’s arousal as hips began to pump. Flesh skidded against the silky suit, the phallus ramming into a pocket above Merkeo as the little bells were swallowed by the slit. Its warmth was overwhelming, his nostrils filling with a sour aroma as it stuck to his suit like cologne..
Merkeo raised his arms to shield himself. "Wait!…I'm not!.."
"Just a little more..a little more."
Fervin doubled his efforts as his hips twisted in place. The sweat that once dried between the cushions humidified as it loosened its restraints upon the tender skin, joined by the drizzling pre as it lathered into his roommate’s skin like lotion. The phallus scooped higher as it smashed Merkeo’s defense, the puffed edges moving like a wave as it stamped at his face.
He was stamped firmly as seed dressed his head, but unsatisfied puffs echoed above, a palm dragging him from underneath the bulging member. "Nrgh..that's not enough!" Fervin slurred from his lips. "How are you going to be a toy if you can't even get me off?"
"That's because I'm not a toy you lughead!"
His eyes squinted, eying the little roommates as strands of his own pre dripped to the couch. "Wha?..sure you are..I'm looking right at you." His fingers stamped across his body, the lonely bell on his right tuft jangling at his prods. "You look like a toy..feel like a toy. You are one…I'm just not using it right."
Gravity shifted as the palm tilted on its side, hovering over the hairy crotch. His other pinched eagerly at the drooling slit, pinching it open as its seed flowed down its underbelly like lava.
"What..what are you doing? No, hell no! You're not putting' me in there!"
"You better make this work..toy!"
"I told you I'm not a-!" his stomach dropped as the palm rushed toward the cock, a wet belch erupting from the cream filled phallus as it opened wide. Murky white fluid filled his vision as the orifice encircled his head. His shouts muffled from the bulging head, his palms slipping from the sides of phallus
Fervin's cock throbbed as it suckled at its meal. "Yeah…yeah that's the stuff. Get..right in there."
The palm loosed as fingers climbed over his feet, feeding more of Merkeo inside as its underbelly bulged with his body. With a giddish chuckle, he corkscrewed the rest of his feet inside as the slit closed. Wads of pre rushed into his body as it blinded him of the trip ahead, the muscular tube getting thickening as a suction pulled at his body.
A mere lump cast itself upon the jock's shaft, pulse after pulse dragging him down as it squeezed into the base of the shaft and into his prostate. More seed flooded the tender bean as the valve closed behind him, leaving him at the mercy of the muscular waves as it tenderized his body. He struggled to hold them back, his limbs sinking into their surface as he tried to find a way out. Pressure tugged at his feet, yanking him into the source of the musky fluid as he was dragged through the labyrinth swirling in the Jock's waist.
He held his breath as he was dragged through its loops, before he found him at its ridge as he slid through a long tube. He was deposited inside an enclosed sac, the walls forcing him to lay straight as if he were in an airtight compartment.
"Damn it Fervin, this has gotten way too far!!" he scowled, Worming himself toward the valve that winked out of reach, taunting at his predicament before it vanished behind a fold of seed coated flesh.
His calls were left unanswered, drowned out by the jock's beastly grunts as it reverberated through the walls.
wet slaps came from outside, jostling the testicle as if it were a fish bag. "That's the job..right there!" Fervin huffed louder.
The jock roared as the walls shrank around Merkeo’s body, the valve above him slurping the pool from the chamber as climbed through the tubes. The ceiling spasmed as spurts muffled the walls, Merkeo took the chance to breathe, but shriveled as his lungs filled with the ripe aroma of salt and bodily fluids. He squirmed along the walls to follow the fluid out, but his fingers wouldn't register as the stiff folds pucker in place.
Droplets of the lukewarm substance dripped at his back, and he groaned. "There, you had your little release. Now get me out of this thing!" He paused to hear the outside, the heavy wet thumps shaking the chamber as he swayed in place. "Hey! Are you listening?"
"Oh man..you are a good toy." He muttered, his voice distorted as if he were a broken speaker. "Ah really…good one."
"Yeah yeah, great, now get me out!"
Fervin’s words slowed as they traveled through his body. Gravity flicked as a heavy mass compressed the ceiling. The layer of flesh surrounding the testicle squashed at his torso.. The jock's breath grew heavy, rattling the muscles like rusted gears. He's kidding, he thought to himself, he sends him down his cock and now he's taking a snooze?
"You’re not sleeping with me in here!." He shouted. "Wake your ass up!"
He rattled the sac like an ape in a cage, thrashing himself in the compressed space to disrupt Fervin’s sound slumber. It was only when his knees cushioned into the round testicle did he get a reaction, the jock's body springing to life as a moan howled through the environment. Gravity shifted again, and the flesh barricading the orb pinned him down as the round lump cushioned his face.
He groaned as it tucked him against the corner wall, singing its whale songs of gurgles and churns to its captive audience. "Damn it.."
The hours ticked by since the events of that evening. Fervin tossed in his slumber, snarling from his nostrils as he rocked over the arms of the sofa. He stretched his limbs to scratch himself, but fell backwards as gravity pulled him to the floor. Sunlight erupted from the winder, burning into his eyes like a flashbang as he groggily got up.
He picked himself up from the floor, his balance tumbling to the cushion as he caught himself.. "Fuck what a night, all that partying really tired me out.." He scratched absently at his crotch, warm skin sticking to his fingers as he cocked it back, His barreled cock resting between his legs. “Where the fuck did my shorts go?..”
He stretched before getting up from the couch, giving one last yawn as he fetched a protein shake from the fridge. He looked at his roommates' things, his props scattered along the tabletop as his cotton bed was toppled from the windowsill. The nerd’s already gone, he thought, guess he decided to leave early for spring break. That’s good, he didn’t have to worry about underwear then. He drank at his shake and moved onto his side of the room, kicking his suitcase between his legs. He crumpled his clothes, tossing them inside as a hill slowly formed.
He scratched at himself once more, reminiscing at his fingers touch as his nut flexed over them. But he squinted as he gazed at the round sphere. Something was different about them, his right testicle sagged lower than the other. He fondled beneath its weight as his cock throbbed. It might just be his imagination, he did hold a lot of his seed in there last evening.
"I’m sorry big boy, I got too drunk to enjoy you properly.” He massaged his shaft. “But I bet you got plenty of rest after you had your fun."
"Absolutely not?"
He blinked at the sudden voice, looking at his Cock. He poked at its pudgy surface for a response, but it only throbbed. "Heh..hehe, I must have had way too many shots last night. Thought I just heard my cock talking."
"Not the cock you idiot!" The voice echoed again.
He cocked a brow as he stared at his member, movement rising beneath the sagging right testicle. He scooped his sac into his palm, pinching at the active orb as he rotated it. A squirming lump curled along its edge, a soft imprint appearing before a flex pulled it down.
His palm flung from his ball, letting them swing between his legs as his heart pounded. "What the hell did I drink last night?! My ball's coming alive!"
"No, It's me! Merkeo!"
"Merkeo?" He paused, looking back at the wiggling lump. He poked at its side, a pathetic whimper escaping from it. "It is you, nerd! The hell are you doing in my balls!"
"Take a guess! You shoved me in here on another one of your drunk sprees."
"Drunk spree? I don't know what the hell you're talking about." He said. “As far as I can remember I was alone..then again, there was this talking toy. Don’t remember much but it kept squawking about not being a..toy. Huh, well that explains all the whining.”
“You fucked me into the couch.”
He groaned upon the nerd’s response "Yeah well..you should’ve been more careful. It’s not my fault you’re in there.”
“It literally is!"
"Potato, Potato."
He moved toward the glass mirror along the wall, reaching , putting on his underwear as he got dressed. He pulled the back as the thin fabric saddled his glutes, letting his cock spill over the pouch as he took to his suitcase.
His nuts jangled together like wind chimes, crashing into his thighs. "What are you doing now?"
"What do you think I’m doing? I’m packing for the weekend. I’ve got shit to do back at home, and since you're stuck with me, you'll just have to tag along until we get back."
"What?! I'm not staying in here! DnD is this weekend!" Merkel said, pressure climbed through his epididymis to the valve connecting to the rest of the cock. The right nut sway passively, flexing as the sensation of fingers prodded at the tight folds. "Gotta get..out of this thing!"
The jock snorted at the attempt. "Oh boy, aren't you nerds supposed to be smart or something? My cock doesn't take orders from nerds, it listens to one that has the oomph to shake it. And that's yours truly."
"Then get on with it already."
"You’d love that wouldn’t you? To see yourself ejected from a real cock." he fondled his nuts between his fingers. "Unfortunately I’m still spent. It's gonna be a long while before these babies are ready for another round."
“And how long would that take.”
“Hell if I know, 3 hours or so.”
“Three hours?!”
“Yup, so might as well get comfy until I fetch for you.”
He raised his cock over the flap, sealing it inside the pouch as he tied his shorts. He reeled his luggage into the hallway, following the narrow passageway toward the elevator in the crossway. Movement shifted as Merke tried to adjust in the compact space, the bulk of Fervin’s nuts dog piling his lump as it jostled in the pouch of his jockstrap. That nerd really knows how to get under his skin. Literally. Though he'll give him one thing, it felt good to have his balls stimulated, like a hot girl playing with his balls. The elevator doors opened, and he stepped inside. As they closed, he groped at his crotch, humping at the air.
He picked up a soft whimper from beneath the fabric, pressure building at his testicle as soft kneads rested upon it. He still didn’t know how to feel above having the nerd in there,but at least he’ll help filling him up back home..
The ride with Fervin was a long and bumpy trip. Every passing moment was filled with flesh jumbling Merkeo around, marinating him in the little puddle that climbed at his ankles as the testicular wall shriveled and compressed. He didn't know how far they traveled, the outside was too muffled to depth the surrounding environment except for the purrs of jock’s vehicle. After another eternity of stewing in the jock's balls, inertia pulled ahead as his face was wrapped in a sheet of muscle.
His steps boomed as a door creaked open, the sound of a zipper being undone as the sac rolled on its side. "Ah, it's good to be back home." Fervin’s voice distorted through the walls..
Merkeo padded at the soft tissue to get the jock's attention, the testicle spooning into his torso. His palms were pinned by the protruding bulge, only managing to use his ankles as he bucked weakly as the ridge of the testicle.
A heavy thud struck the balls, the soft curvature of fingers pressing at his back. "Eh? oh yeah, forgot you were in there."
Not a surprise. "It's been hours since I've been here. Can you get me out now?"
“I told you that’s not how my nuts work, nerd. They need the energy to get them started.”
“You said you needed three hours!”
Fervin laughed heartily. “I said It’d take me three hours to fill them, I never said I’d be ready to release it.”
The sac shook as its contents plonked around, the seed secreting from the wall spreading out as they washed over Merkeo’s body. His stomach dropped as the fingers let go, the nuts beginning to sway as steps boomed outside. A soft pressure cushion at the walls, tight leather scrunching beneath him.
“Been a while since I checked on the game” Fervin said. “I wonder if my K/D is still intact.”
The jock’s weight shifted as the sac tilted, forcing Merkeo to spoon beneath the rough lump as seed polled at his shoulders. Fervin's voice could be heard beyond the walls, blurting comments as a controller clunked high above. His obnoxious bantering went on for another hour, his balls rocking periodically as a finger scratched at the testicular layer. Merkeo tried again to get him to answer, splashing at the pool of seed that splashed beneath his chin. But he only received a brush from one of the thighs, followed by cursing as he shouted at someone in the game.
Outside the sun loomed past the hill in the window, the crimson sky slowly turning blue as the moon rose from the horizon. Merkeo tilted his neck as he faced the quivering sphincter above, counting its flexes as seed drooled from its lips. It’s all he could do, with his limbs bathed into the milky pool as the muscle flexed in place.
“Fuck yeah!” Fervin’s voice blurted,the testicles thrusting forward before snagged. “Hope you like that grenade yas wuss! That’ll teach ya to steal my kill!”
“Fervin!” Merkeo called out, thrashing against the tender wall. “Fervin!”
The chamber shifted, pressure applying to his back. “What now nerd?”
“Are you ready yet? It’s getting kind of full in here.”
“Hmm..They are kinda heavy…” the pressure behind him pushed at his body, a thrust sending a wave over the little roommate. “And I’m already pumped as it is, why not.”
“Yes! Finally!”
A rumble boomed above, a bubbling torrent shaking the walls as pressure melted behind him. “Shit, I forgot all about dinner. Can’t wank one out on an empty stomach.”
Merkeo swayed as Fervin traversed the household, his steps hardening as it traveled through his body. Wrappers muffled from above as the jock giggled to himself, followed by a meaty crunch as he chewed on his food. He listened to symphony of crumpled wrappers and munching for moments, and still he had yet finished his feast. The fluid climbed higher, dosing his ears as if they dipping sauce.
The walls flexed, and he raced to force them back. “It's getting a little cramped in here, are you ready to release yet?”
“Eh? Release what?”
“Your seed!”
“Oh yeah yeah, I’ll get right on it. Just..” an announcer muffled from outside, followed by bells as cheer muttered in the background. “Oo, the playoffs! I forgot that aired today.” He walked over as the sounds came closer, springs creaking beneath him.
“Wait a second, get me out first.”
“Don’t sweat it, it won’t be long. I’ll have you out by halftime, jock’s promise.”
Merkeo groaned at the response, working his limbs close to deter the walls from overtaking the pocket. He didn’t know if he could bear the salty aroma, each whiff was like intaking smelling salt, forcing him to buck at the round testicle that threatened to submerge him without hesitation. Buzzing rang from beneath him as a bubbled climbed into the pocket, his phone emerging from the pool as a notification was plastered upon it.
It was from one of the members, sending a message about the meet for tomorrow. He fiddled a finger toward its direction, its angled edge taping at his fingertips, before a fold greedily dragged it out of sight. He sighed as he faced the wall, thrashing it about to get Fervin’s attention. This time there was no response, all except his goofish giggling as he mocked the game. He couldn’t do anything but wait, tugging into the soggy fold as he closed his eyes.
A few minutes passed as he opened his eyes, once chaotic background softening as snores followed behind it. He was still in his balls, and he was fast asleep. In rage, he thrashed about the chamber to cause discomfort, swiping at the lump at his torso despite how weakly his limbs slipped off.
A roaring ocean filled his ears, as the side of his hear were submerged in milky pool. In shriveled defeat, he closed his eyes, awaiting for the jock to wake up once more. DnD was tomorrow, and he couldn’t stand being trapped in his nuts for a moment more.
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Throughout the next day, he slept to conserve his energy, listening to Fervin’s wandering as carried out his activities. When waved of seed flowed into his nostrils, he shot awake, kicking the testicle as a jolt shook the walls. A groan escaped from the jock as fingers took to his balls, forcing him to adjust as the chamber tilted it’s side.
“Watch where you’re kicking in there will ya?” Ferman demanded. “These babies are to be treated with care!”
“These babies are a nightmare, I’ve been stewing in here for god now’s how long!”
“Oh please, you barely move in there, it can’t be that bad.”
“You’re not the one neck deep in side!” He bent his knees to open more space, driving his feet into the sides of the testicular wall.
Its flesh raced to subdue, contracting its muscle around him like a snake. But he refused to let himself cave under its pressures, prying at the opposite wall.
Fervin’s body twisted. “What are you doing?”
“DnD is tonight, I can’t stay in your balls any longer. And if I have to cause a ruckus, then so be it!”
His body lit ablaze as he took to the lump, kneading into the tender walls as the testicle throbbed beneath its layer. Fervin’s fingers raced to subdue his efforts, but the sac was too full to add enough pressure, Merkeo using it as a shield as battered the walls with his own body.
After moments of struggling, a roar of defeat erupted from Fervin." Fuck it! Fine I’ll get you out.” he announced. “Was getting tired of hauling you around anyway."
The testicles swayed as he wandered outside. It wasn't long before pressure built beneath, the opposite testicle shifting before it dropped off a ledge. The sound of wet slaps returned from above, sending ripples in the chamber as the testicular sac compressed Merkeo's face.
"Ugh, my suit is so ruined, can't you pump faster?"
"Don't get your tidy widdies in bunch ya nerd, I'm almost there."
The walls flexed harder, compressing his feet as he squeezed along the hump like paste in a canister. The valve slowly began to quiver, widening slowly a seed rushed through its mouth. It flowed into its tubes like a pipeline, gulping periodically at the substance as he himself was pulled close to its lips.
Strands of his own hair were plucked between the soggy lips, crowning his head as seed piled his shoulder. But flex ceased as the narrow tube dried up, clamping at his head as seed disappeared into the abyss above. "What the? What's the hold up?"
A muffled ring vibrated the walls, the pounds halting as the jock shifted slowly. "Got a call." Fervin said, answering the device. "Bandi, my boy, what's up? Yeah I’ve been in town, just letting out some steam."
"Hey! Don't stop, keep going!"
"Give me a fucking minute, I'll get there…no no, just talking to a nerd is all I-…wait seriously?! Oh shit, count me in!"
The sac rattled from the jock’s excitement. "What are you doing out there?"
"The boys found a goldmine for some chicks from the cheerleading squad at the university. Looks we're heading to the bar."
"What?! What about me?! You still have to take me out!"
"I'll fetcha ya later, Right now I gotta fetch old faithful from the drawers. I'm gonna catch me a big one tonight"
The chamber thrashed as he braced himself for another tide, the thick goop dragging down his body like syrup. He stretched his limbs to pierce the tender muscle, but pouted at the meat pocket. Unbelievable, he was about to be free from this hellhole before that phone call. He couldn’t bear more of Fervin’s antiques for god knows how, but it appears he didn’t have much choice.. Before he knew it, the chamber moved as steps trailed outside, a door muffling open as the purrs of the truck returned.
And so began the trip to the bar. Voices muffled from the walls as Fervin greeted his friends, softer tones following them as he assumed they were women. His hips gyrating was the confirmation he needed, if not rhythmic throbbing from the shaft.
The minutes felt like an eternity as jazz played from the bar, glasses clanging together as the jock’s obnoxious chattering filled the void. His ears submerged in seed was a mercy compared to listening to the awful pick up lines he spewed from his mouth.
"This is so humiliating." he groaned.
"Hey baby, there's no need to take a seat on these raggedy old chairs, come take a gander at this one" Fervin said, heavy thumps causing the sac to dip.
Pressure ensued as the testicle rolled at his back. His torso sunk like an island landscape, dipping beneath the murky fluid as it climbed to his chin. He struggled beneath the titanic weight above, the thigh outside bouncing as it jostled the chamber..
"Oh my, you make a pretty good seat." A woman's voice said above.
"Oh ho baby, I can do more than just cushion."
"Oh for fuck sake." Merkeo covered his ears, hoping to drown out the conversation.
Another hour drew by as he listened to the oaf's bantering. At one point, chattering dwindled before the nutsack spilled forward, and the crushing weight was relieved. Fervin was on the move, the sounds of the bar growing distant until it became white noise in the background.
He scraped the wall before placing his ear against it, curiosity overwhelming him as he listened to the jock’s steps. The zipper of the pants were undone, and he spilled forward as flesh caught his fall.
"Here they are my dear, my pride and enjoy in all its glory."
"You weren't lying, it certainly is thick."
“He’s with a girl, of course he is.” his side cramp as a lump fondled his back, He squirmed to ease its protrusion, elbowing the testicle as the jock released a grunt.
"Is everything all alright?" The woman asked.
"Oh yeah sure, everything is just fine. Just a little..excited is all." Fervin replied. "Afterall, how can a guy not melt for a hot doll like yourself."
The chamber shook as the lump flattened, seed rushing from the other end like a dam as it splashed into Merkeo. Slow wet pounds filled the void, the testicle compressing before it squashed into his body. A disgruntled moan pierced the air as the sac swayed forward, a dulled edge separating the balls as softer moans echoed ahead..
God, She's sucking him off, as if his problem weren't already wacky enough. He fought the testicle to plug his ears, but its ridge forced them away, allowing the demented display to continuing as it intensified. The pressure returned as digits cupped behind him, thinner than the ones before as their pointy ends prodded his back.
The pool increased as it climbed over his head, a current seeping into the valve as it widened closer. Muscle contraptions echoed beyond the thick walls, glurking as the women's moan grew fierce. The sac pulse, and the valve widened as it guzzled seed to the surface..
"Hope you're thirsty, cause I'm gonna unleash my load inside."
"Like hell you are!" Merkeo blurted, thrashing from the chamber.
The lump prodding at his back vanished beneath murky waves, the balls dropping as they bashed against the jock’s thigh. "Did your balls just talk?!" The woman squealed.
"N..no? Did you hear them talking? I..I didn't hear them talking."
"Disgusting! Absolutely disgusting."
The sound of boots muffled from the outside, growing softer as the chamber thrashed about. "No! Come on babe, Come back!" Fervin called desperately for her, the door slamming shut. A vice grip wrapped the testicle, and Merkeo was smothered into the walls. "Damn it you nerd, you scared her off!"
"I scared her off?! I was nearly protein for her! I'm trying to get out from inside you, not end up in another."
"Well congratulations cause now I'm fucking limp, thanks for that." A bang sounded from outside as the jock began to walk. "Can't believe I got cock blocked by a nerd."
The sac rocked between his legs as the creaking door lingered from overhead, trailing off somewhere behind them as the sound of the roaring crowd returned. Merkeo tucked himself against the corner pocket of the chamber, it was the only place he could manage to breath without intaking the salty seed. He heard the jock's friend talking, reminiscing over the cheerleader storming out of the bar. His response wasn't pleasant, a squeeze smother the eager testicle against his head as if to point the blame upon him. but it relented as he relaxed, his balls drooping at the thigh.
He curled against the opposite wall, before a buzz rumbled from above, his phone squeezing from the compressed fold as it slid in front of him.
a photo appeared from beneath the milky substance, a group photo with his friends dressed in their fictional costumes. Speak of the devil, he thought, here comes the fruits of his labor reminding him of his failed attempt. What he would give to be there right now. He focused on the group photo, admiring the designs each of them chose to wear. but his eyes furrowed as he caught a glimpse of one of the members, his eyes widening.
"No way.."
That late night dragged into Sunday morning, as Fervin drove back into the dorm room as he tossed his backpack. Merkeo eyed the quivering sphincter above as its lips expanded, the walls compress as he catapulted into the tight tube. The ride up was rigid and slow, but fast enough to wipe seed clean from his skin before he squeezed back into the embrace of the jock's prostate. In a firm push he climbed up the urethral tube, skyrocketing into a tupperware container as he collided against the plastic wall.
The jock scorned above, the milky stream pouring faster as he shielded his face. "Alright that's enough!"
"Not yet it's not." Fervin said grumpily.
the stream pushed at his palms, piercing their way through as he slid into the smooth corner, it was only until his palm remained uncovered did it finally stop, and the slit sealed shut.
"Now it's finished” Fervin sneered at his handy work, shaking the drizzle from his cock before turning toward his stuff.
"Hold it!" Merkeo muttered, rising from the gunk. "We're.. we're not done."
"oh we're not huh? and what makes you say that?"
"You cost me the whole weekend! you have to make up for it!"
"Wha?.." the jock burst from laughter. "What are you on about, you're the nerd who got stuck in there in the first place."
"Only because you put me there. and nearly got me swallowed."
He rolled his eyes, fanning at the remark as Merkeo climbed out of the container. In a slippery leap, the little roommate lunged as he clung to the tufts of his jersey. It was like holding onto a moving vehicle, seed soaking his suit fanned to the luggage on the floor. Fervin drew closer to the computer desk, and jumped as he followed him to the tissue box, stomping at its opening as the giant palmed reached for it..
the jock's face soured. " You're really starting to get on my nerves."
"Likewise, but I'm not letting you off the hook. you’re going to pay up, right here, right now."
"Oh you gotta be shitting me." he chuckled. "Fuck it, I'll bite. What? What could a little nerd like you do to force me to pay you back."
He dug into the soggy pouch of his pocket of his suit, taking out his phone. He clicked at the photo, holding it to the air as Fervin's face loomed closer. "This is how!"
"Hah! What more nerds? Get over yourself."
"They may look like mere nerds to you. But one of them I'm sure you know quite well." he zoomed the photo closer, focusing on a woman dressed as a witch. "That lady right there is Cindy, the lead cheerleader of our university. I wonder what she might think if she finds out about our little mishap. I'm sure she'd love to share the adventure with the football captain."
The jock’s eyes widened before narrowing. "You don't have the balls to go through with that."
"Oh yeah? One already think's you have talking balls, I'm sure they can puzzle the rest if I speak up."
The jock growled, reaching a palm as the thick digits twitched in rage. it lunged forward, yanking a tissue from beneath Merkeo’s feet as it crumpled into a withered mess. "What do you have in mind?.."
"Heh."
"It's so good to see you again, Merkeo” Cindy greeted him, lowering a finger as he shook her hand. We missed you last night’s session. You’re wearing your night costume again?”
He scratched at his head, adjusting his cape. "Yeah, the other suit kinda got stuck in a rut. Fashion crisis am I right? But hey, we at least got time to catch up on a session. I even brought a plus one."
Heavy thuds came from the hallway, sharp squeaks lingering as a silhouette peered through the frame. An inflated dragon loomed in, Fervin’s soured face tucked beneath its chin as the rest of the rubbery suit hauled inside, he grumbled as he wrestled his tail inside, bumping it against the door.
"I'm sure you two know each other."
"We sure do.” Cindy said, “I didn't think he took part in DnD."
"You could say he had a change of heart." He replied, sharing glances with Fervin as his fiery gaze overshadowed the derpy expression of the inflatable.
They prepared the table as they all encircled it, Merkeo taking out the dice as many took their roles. scattered the props along the props behind the bordered sheet, he cleared his throat. "Alright ladies and gents, let’s begin. The adventurers set out upon the request of the king, a dragon has been spotted in a cave near the kingdom. You find the entrance and travel through its catacombs. There, surrounded by shimmering gold and diamonds, lay the beast. Sprawled upon its haunches as it snarled at your intrusion.”
Merkeo paused as he scooped the dice in hand, lending them to one of the members dressed as a wizard. “Care to start us off.”
"Oh Oh! I roll to ride the ride dragon"
"Try it and I'll flatten you like a crumpcake, pinhead!" Fervin snarled.
"Ah ah, not without a roll you're not." Merkeo assorted, nodding toward the little wizard.
The wizard squeed as they shook their hands in place, the dice jumbling like ice cubes as they rolled them to the thin sheet crossing the table. both dices toppled themselves, number nine marking the both of them.
"ooo, Nat 18. the wizard casts a construct to cast himself atop the dragon."
The wizard let out a high pitched squeal as They climbed aboard the inflatable forearm. Fervin eyed in disgust as the little one stood atop of him. the googly eyes of the dragon jangled as they clung to one of the ears, pulling it from one side of his body to the other.
the dragon squeaked as it smothered Fervin’s face, his neck jerking from side to side. "Hey! what the-?!"
“Wow, you really are pulling your weight." Merkeo said. I figured you'd make a good dragon.”
"Get them the fuck off me!"
"mm, not how it works. you gotta announce it, then roll."
"Oh for the-" he reached for the dice at the end of the table, fingers denting the barrier as they rattled. "The dragon attempts to throw the nuisance off."
He flung the dice forward, their forms streaking across the table like cannons as they pushed the barrier back. The dice came to a standstill, number one marking them both.
"Ooo two, the dragon failed to throw the wizard off. bummer."
"The hell?! what kind of bullshit is that I-"
"Our rodeo isn't over yet, dragon!" the wizard yelled, heaving at the inflated ears like reins. "Your hide will be a fine reward for my potions!"
"Crushing you is still on the table you damn pest!"
Merkeo watched as the two of them bicker, admiring the jock's flailing as he walked sluggishly against the walls. but he turned his head as Cindy whispered for his attention, lending an ear toward her.
"He seems pretty aggressive for a DnD player, Are you sure he's here to play?" She asked.
He looked toward the two once more, the wizard yanking backward as Fervin pivoted like a horse on a hill. He smiled as he placed a hand on his cheek. "Oh yeah, I'm sure."
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Exhaustion
Member: Bang Chan x gn!reader (if i made mistakes pls let me know)
Word Count: 5128
Genre: fluff, friends to lovers, slight angst
Warnings: swearing, breakdown, crying, mentions of overbearing parents, lack of sleep, talk of mental (and other) health, loss of appetite, mentions of food. (again if I missed smth pls let me know)
A/N: pls dear god i have not written anything in forever this was reread so many times but if there are mistakes, you didn't see them <3. no I am not out of my writers block but I challenged myself in the last few months to work on it just a lil at a time and I finally finished it. enjoy!! :)
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You knock quietly on the door to the studio. No answer, but that’s expected. Chan is usually hard at work with the music turned up quite loud in his favorite pair of headphones. Not wanting to disturb his flow, you open the door and step inside. As if he has some sort of radar for you, Chan turns around. Upon seeing you, he smiles, the bright expression raising his eyebrows and cheeks, dimples deepening. You can’t help but return the smile. It doesn’t quite reach your eyes like it did his; he notices this almost immediately. You sit on the couch at the back of the room. Chan turns back around to his computer to pause and minimise the file he was working on before returning his attention to you.
“Hey, what’s up?” His voice is calm and exactly what you needed.
“Hey. Nothing really, just missed you.” You give him a teasing wink while lying through your teeth. He already worries too much as it is, telling him this would send him reeling.
He glances at the ground, a tell you’ve noticed when you know he wants to push the conversation, but he doesn’t want to push your boundaries.
He settles with, “Are you sure? Exams are coming up; I know you’re stressed about those, but you’ll do fine. You always do.”
“Heh, yeah finals are definitely gonna kick my ass, but really, I’m fine. Just need to relax is all.” You grin at him from across the room hoping the glimmer in your eyes is taken as exhaustion rather than trying to hold back tears.
He nods, swinging his chair back and forth a little with his feet planted on the floor, eyes never leaving yours. “Okay. Just wanted to make sure.”
He makes it really hard to not cry when he looks at you like that. There’s no judgment in his eyes as he starts to roll his chair toward the couch you’re sitting on. He stops when he’s right in front of you, hands reaching towards yours as they fidget in your lap ever restless. He starts massaging them, sandwiching them in his own as he forces your fists flat. He rubs them together and then separates them, taking a hand in each of his own palms up. He rubs his thumb in the center of each palm for a few seconds before moving to your thumbs’ bases and then the opposite side of the palms. Another few seconds and he drops one hand, using both of his own to pull your fingers one by one just gently enough to release pressure in your joints. Again with the other hand and then he grabs both again.
He sits there holding your hands and looking at you like nothing else in the world matters at the moment. His thumbs caress the back of your hands this time, not a massage, but just a constant feeling. A reassuring touch that has you sniffling.
In just moments he has you bundled in his arms as tears stream down your face. He pulls you onto his lap, shutting down any protests with soft hushes. He whispers encouraging words, random nothings, and that he’s always here for you as he runs his hand up and down your back, squeezing your arm occasionally. ‘It’s okay to cry.’ ‘Let it all out.’ ‘It’s just me and you in here.’ ‘You’re going to be okay.’
You don’t know how much time passes until you finally calm down, the hiccups subsiding and the shaking turning from tremors to shivers. His voice is barely a whisper you have to strain your ears to hear. The last tears soak into his sweatshirt like the rest of them. Your grip loosens as well, all strength leaving your body.
He rocks his chair back and forth again like he’s cradling a baby to sleep. The soothing motion almost gets you, but you sit up. He tightens his grip on you, scared you’ll fall from the abrupt movement. His eyes are wide as he looks at you.
“You good?” His voice is small like you’re a wild animal and he doesn’t want to scare you off by being too loud.
You clear your throat prepared for it to crack when you open your mouth, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to worry you like this. I just needed somewhere to go to let it out, but I didn't know where else to go and I thought you were going to continue working, not look at me like I’m a frail baby bird who just fell out of a tree and I couldn’t stop the flood. I was just going to cry silently and look and pictures of squirrels and shit.”
The side of his mouth quirks down in silent disappointment. He says your name so softly, it almost has you bawling again, “I’m always worried about you. And I just get more worried when I don’t know what’s going on. You’re my best friend and I want to do what I can to help. Letting you cry on my shoulder, soaking up my sweatshirt, is one way. Listening to you rub snot into it is another, but for you, I’d bear it.”
You snort and wipe your nose with the back of your hand, now self-conscious about its running. The jab made you feel better, but only a little. Chan is good at that. Getting your mood to change like the snap of his fingers.
He holds on to your legs over his lap as he slides his chair backward rolling towards the desk. He plucks some tissues out of the tiny box next to his keyboard and hands you a few.
“Thanks,” you rasp out, “Sorry about your sweatshirt.”
“Hey, I’ve got like a million of them. No worries.” He watches as you blow your nose, a feat you think would have anyone else grossing out over. “Speaking of my sweatshirts, is that one mine?” He grabs the fabric of the sweatshirt you’re currently wearing near your stomach and rubs it between his fingers.
You look down upon the realization and sheepishly make eye contact, “No..?”
“Liar.” He tsks, no bite behind it.
A comfortable silence settles upon you as you finish cleaning your nose and wiping your face free of tears. He throws the tissues out when you’re done with them, shooting them like basketballs into a hoop that is the tin can on the other side of the room. He misses two.
“I’ll get them when we leave.” He wraps his arms around your waist, clasping his hands together, and leans his head on the back of his chair, “Takeout?”
“Yes please.”
“Chinese, tacos, burgers,-” He starts listing fast food options as he goes to grab his phone.
You interrupt already making up your mind, “Tacos.”
His mouth quirks up. “Tacos it is.” He orders quickly adding in an extra few tacos in case you’re hungrier than you thought. When the food is ordered he puts his phone face down on the desk again, “It’ll be here in 23 minutes. 27 if they don’t find the room number immediately.”
“Thank you, Channie.”
“Anytime, hun.” He pulls you in closer again, your head falling on his shoulder. Seconds tick by before you feel him take a breath and clear his throat. You can tell he needs to know what’s going on because if he doesn’t find out, it’ll bug him forever.
Before he can pose a question, you steel yourself and answer, “Nothing is going right anymore. My grades have been slipping for a few weeks, my parents are on my ass about it, work has been draining and a constant petri dish for stress, not to mention I’ve barely seen you these past few weeks because we’ve both been busy. I’m falling apart at the seams and it seems like no one is noticing. Not that I’ve been readily telling everyone the truth when they ask how I’m doing, but I just want someone to realise how badly I’m lying. Every time I say I’m tired, I’m exhausted; running on three hours of sleep. Every time I say I just need a vacation day, I really need an entire year off to recuperate. I’m sick of this constant barrage on my mental health, my physical health, even my emotional health. And the cherry on top? My only love interest said he still had feelings for his ex, so he broke off our weird talking stage thing, whatever it was we had, to try again with them. The universe hates me, Channie.” You play with your hoodie strings as you rattle off your list of problems.
You let him ponder your words. “That’s a lot. I’m sorry you’re going through this. I’m sorry I’ve been so busy as well, but even so, I always have time for you, you know that right? I don’t care if I have a project due at midnight, I’d drop it to make you feel better. I know you said you don’t want to worry me, but like I said, I always worry anyways. As for your grades, you’ll get them up, I believe in you. Your parents, as lovely as they are in front of guests can be assholes behind the scenes. Just ignore the messages that make you feel bad. Just because they’re your parents doesn’t mean they deserve your attention or success, You deserve better than a magnifying glass on your back. And screw whoever that guy is, he wasn’t good enough for you anyways.”
“Chan, he’s not a bad guy. It was just-”
“Nope. I don’t care. Guy can go step on a rake.”
You shake your head at his childish antics. “Okay fine, maybe I’d like to see that, but that doesn’t mean he deserves it. He really is a good guy. In fact, I think you know him. Who am I kidding, you know everyone? You know Jaehyun? Business major, great hair, dimples? He’s friends with that Taeyong guy that’s in the same dance class as Minho.”
“Oh. Yeah, I do know him. I didn’t know you were talking to him?”
“Yeah. I don’t know why I was. He was cute, but he’s really set on becoming this big CEO at a really young age. Like, before he actually graduates somehow. He’s not really a fun person to talk to unless he’s tipsy. And I’d rather not live my entire life talking to someone I’d only like when drunk because that’s a problem in itself.”
Chan hums in agreement. Something akin to an awkward silence fills the room. It’s an odd experience you’ve never felt around Chan until now. In all your years of friendship, never once has it been uncomfortable. The silence doesn’t last long as a knock brings you both back to the present.
“Food’s here.” He rolls to the door, you still sitting securely on his lap.
Upon opening the door, a surprised noise escapes all three parties. Taeyong stands there with the taco bags in hand. The initial shock wears off as he realises he’s here to do his job and not gawk at what is quite a surprising scene to him. He hands Chan the bags who sets them on his lap which is actually your lap because you’re still sitting there from your breakdown. Chan, only aware of the fact that one of the subjects you were just talking about is now standing at his studio door, is completely oblivious to the compromising position you’ve been put in.
You and Taeyong share a knowing, but awkward look while Chan greets him, “Hey, Lee Taeyong right?”
“Yep. That’s me. You're Bang Chan. I know ‘cuz Minho complains about you a lot after class.” He turns to look at you, “Hey, y/n.”
“Hey.”
A beat passes as Taeyong stands in the doorway. “Listen, I know it’s kinda awkward about what went down with Jae and you, but I wanted to let you know, that I still think you’re pretty cool and if we could be friends, that’d be cool too. And I’m also happy for you.”
“Happy for me? For having a guy break it off because he’s still in love with his ex?”
“Well not that part, but you bounced back pretty well. You and Chan look cute together by the way. We’ve all been wondering when that was gonna happen and I guess it took Jae to make it happen, huh? Anyways, gotta go! Bye!” Before either of you could respond to that, he bounds off to make his next delivery.
Chan gently shuts the door as Taeyong’s words flow through your minds, the vibrations and image seeming to sear themselves in your brains.
He rolls back to the desk inch by inch, but before he gets there, you spring up, taco bags in hand. It snaps him out of shock and he puts his hands out to either side of you in case he needs to stabilise you or catch the food.
“He thinks we’re dating,” Is all you say. No other way to segue into the conversation but that. “Why does he think we’re dating? I mean I know I was sitting on your lap, but he said, ‘we’ve all been wondering when that was gonna happen.’” You place the bags on the small coffee table and start pacing, “What does that mean? Does everyone think we’re dating? Does it look like we’re dating? Is that the real reason Jae broke it off? What if there is no ex? I’ve never actually seen him around with anyone, what if it was just a lie because he thought we had something going on? What if every time I’ve ever had a love interest they backed off because of you.” You point a wagging finger at him. “Every crush in high school, even middle school! What if they’ve always thought we were together.” You throw your hands up, “Chan, say something!” Unknowing of the turmoil you’re putting him through, Chan just shrugs. Unable to answer any of your questions.
He may have very well been at fault for all those potential partners backing off. It’s not like he said anything to them, but maybe he was just a bit obvious with the way he acts around you. Maybe not you because this information seems to be new to you. He thought you knew people suspected you were together. From an outsider’s view (and he’s had many tell him their point of view. See: Changbin, Jisung, Minho, etc.), it’s difficult to know the truth based on what they see.
You’re always joined at the hip, his arm around your waist or shoulder, your arms around his neck in a tight embrace, holding hands when it’s cold. It’s hard to differentiate flirting with teasing from a decade-old friendship. And not to mention he is in love with you.
“I thought you knew.” Is all he says.
You stop pacing back and forth and look at him, “What? You thought I knew what? That people seriously think we’re together? Chan, we’re just best friends.”
He flinches. He knows you didn’t mean to say it as a rejection, but it still hurts hearing it. He hates saying it himself.
“Baby, is it really that big of a deal? We’re close. It happens.” The nickname slips out.
“THAT! See that’s why people think we’re dating. Because we act like it! We hold hands, you kiss my cheek, you call me baby and hun and sweetie.” You tick each reason off on your fingers. “No one believes me when I say we aren’t. I have to tell everyone! I can’t have my future partners thinking I’m dating my best friend. I’ll get nowhere with them and then they’ll think I’m trying to cheat on you with them.”
“I’m sorry. Do you want space? So people don’t see us together. If they don’t believe we were never together, we’ll have to act like we broke up.” He can’t believe what he’s saying.
“No, I want you to be next to me when I tell people so you can back me up. This rumor has probably spilled into the next city over. I’ll tell Bin and Sung to spread it as well. If anyone asks them, I’ll have them say, ‘No they aren’t dating. Never have been. If you don’t believe me, I have orders to call them and confirm.’ Does that sound good? We can nip it in the bud faster if we cover more ground.”
He tries not to sound like a kicked puppy when he says, “Yeah, sure okay.” He turns his chair around to grab napkins and plastic plates from under his desk. He stashed them there because of all the late nights he and the rest of 3Racha have had there. He rolls to the coffee table and starts pulling the food out of the bag as you plop on the couch to begin eating.
When you’re close to finishing up, Chan wipes his face and hands with his napkin.
“Done already? You usually eat a lot more than that.” He only had three tacos, same as you.
“Yeah, don’t really have an appetite right now.” He spins his chair around and boots up his computer, “I’m gonna work a little more on my project, feel free to stay if you want. Or leave, it’s kinda late already.”
You stare at the back of his head. Ever since Taeyong left, he’s been really quiet. You ate in total silence. Usually, it’s more filled with laughter and short stories about stupid things your friends did. You glance at the clock, it’s only 9:00 pm. The studio closes at 10:00.
Maybe you overreacted about the dating news. Maybe it really isn’t that big of a deal. You like your dynamic with Chan. It’s calm, comfortable. You don’t think you could live without him by your side. The small pecks he leaves on the top of your head ground you sometimes, and he’s always a human heater in the cold, you don’t want to have to give up holding his hands. The nicknames do funky things to your brain, but you like them. It means he’s comfortable around you too. And even if you’re not dating, you know you both care so much about the other. Over ten years of friendship will do that to people.
You can see why your classmates and random people on the street would think you were in love. You also haven’t been able to prove it, but you swear you’ve caught him staring at you with a certain look countless times. You’ve tried to get your friends to see for you, but they say he’s looking at you like he always does, there’s nothing odd about it.
Still, going around making sure everyone knows you aren’t dating is the best option in your mind. It’ll help you set reality apart from your deepest desires.
You’ve been in love with Chan for as long as you can remember. Years of pining after him have created a sore spot in your heart. To hear that people think this about you when it’s all you’ve ever wanted, knowing it’ll never come true is like tearing the scab off just to have it bleed more.
You start packing up the food you didn’t eat and throw away the garbage in silence. Awkwardness once again festering in the air. When you’re done cleaning up you lay on the couch taking out your phone. You don’t know when you fell asleep but when you wake up, there’s a blanket on top of you, one from the stash he keeps under the couch. Even if he’s busy he finds some way to take care of you. Some way to make your heart flutter. It aches.
You pull the blanket up to your chin, rolling to the side. You can see the silhouette of his head over his chair, the lights turned off in the studio save for the bright computer screen. His headphones fit snuggly over his ears, blocking out any sounds.
You think about what happened tonight. Your breakdown, him holding you, seeing your not-quite-ex’s friend, your outburst. And his reaction. You recall his flinch when you said you were just friends. He flinched for god’s sake. And he looked completely torn in two for the next half hour before going back to his project.
So you definitely overreacted. In trying so hard to draw the line between what you have and what you want, you created a barrier between you and the person you care about the most. You stated what you thought should happen to keep the line to protect yourself not taking in Chan’s opinion or anything. This rumor involves you both, the decision on what to do about it probably should too.
Standing up, you pull the blanket around your shoulders like a cape and walk to stand behind him just to watch him work. His fingers slide over the keyboard with practiced ease, his right hand flitting between it and the mouse. You see the time in the bottom right-hand corner: 9:38pm. When you bend to place your hands on your knees, you hear his breath catch next to you. You glance at his face, catching his eyes on you. You hold the eye contact.
“Are you okay?” It’s a whisper. One you know he can’t hear. His eyes jump to your lips and you repeat yourself, “Are you okay?”
He takes a breath, nods, and turns right back to his project.
You huff, bringing your bottom lip between your teeth. So much for a plan, right? You turn to go back to the couch, but an arm stops you. You look down at the hand resting on your elbow and then at Chan. His gaze is directed at his knees. You turn to him waiting, his hand falling to your hip.
He licks his lips, you see his adam’s apple bob, his jaw clench. His hand that isn’t stopping you from leaving rubs his face for a second before resting on his chin, knuckles on his lower lip.
“Channie?” You can tell he heard you even with his headphones on when he squeezes your side. He slips his headphones off and rolls a little bit away from the desk still gripping your side like a lifeline.
“I’m sorry.” He starts.
“No, Channie, you have nothing to be sorry about. It’s all me. I think I overreacted over Taeyong’s words and that hurt you. I wasn’t thinking about your point of view. I mean truthfully I wasn’t even thinking about my own point of view. I just…” You sigh.
The next few words you say, you’ll have to think carefully. If you confess to your true feelings it may scare him off or worse, disgust him. But this is Chan you’re talking to. Your best friend in the whole world, the most precious person on earth to you. There’s no way he’d hate you, right? Maybe let you down slowly, but he wouldn’t ask you to never speak to or see him again. He couldn’t possibly be that cruel.
He takes your hands in his. You had started wringing them and twisting your fingers in what looks like uncomfortable angles. “Just what?” He asks. His eyes are on you now, completely focused on you and what you’re trying to get yourself to say. They’re soft and open. He’s quietly telling you it’s okay to be vulnerable around him. He’ll always be here for you and there’s nothing to be scared about.
That’s all you needed. “I just don’t know how to go about pretending not to know that everyone we know thinks we’re dating when we’re not and it’s all I’ve ever wanted for a while now.” Your eyes start to wander around the room. If you look at him now, you’ll never be able to finish. “I mean I don’t know when I started to see you differently, it may have been forever, but we’ve always been best friends.
“I didn’t think the way I loved you was anything other than that until I started talking to Jaehyun. And after we stopped I just had some time to really think about what I wanted and… Channie I want you. But I know I can’t have you because we are just best friends and you’ll never see me that way. Not in a million years and that just tore my heart.
“So I guess I was trying to separate reality from fantasy when I started spewing on about how we have to make sure everyone knows we aren’t together because if anyone can think there’s something between us, it’s gonna be me. And I should’ve taken your opinion into count when I started planning on how to tell people. I was just scared. I’m really, so sorry, Channie. Please forgive me.”
After your monologue, you finally look at him. There’s shock, amusement, maybe even some sadness, and something else you can’t quite place on his face. The mixed emotions are jumbled together as he just stares at you. He opens his mouth to form words, but closes it again. You left him utterly speechless. Whether that’s a good thing or a bad thing, you don’t know. You won’t know unless he says something. Anything.
“Channie?” You start to worry your lip. It’s already raw, showing how much stress you’ve been under for quite some time. The fact that you just confessed to your best friend is only adding to the situation.
Before you can think to run away or try changing the subject, his lip twitches. And then a smile grows, larger, wider until you feel his face might split from the intensity of his grin. He still can’t form words, but he tugs on your arm just a bit, pulling you down onto his familiar lap.
Your faces are close, close enough to see the slight blush bloom across his soft features worn my exhaustion. Finally, he speaks, “I cannot explain how utterly happy I am to hear you say any of that. I may have also overreacted to your reaction and for that, I still apologise, but knowing what I know now I think my reaction was completely normal for having someone you love tell you so vehemently that you’re just best friends. To hear that and think that’s all you’ll ever be when you’ve wanted more for so long. To think that there wasn’t even a possibility of more.
But there is. We were both just terrified.”
Now it’s your turn to be gobsmacked. Your jaw hits the floor and he starts giggling. Whether it’s because you look hilariously cute shell-shocked, or because he’s filled with euphoria he doesn’t know.
“Someone you what?” Your eyes flit back and forth searching for an answer in his shining eyes.
It’s written so clearly you’re surprised you hadn’t seen it before. “Love. Someone I love, y/n.”
“How long?”
“Years. Possibly since I met you.”
“Channie we were children. Diapers and binkies while our moms had tea and talked shit about our neighbors.”
He smirks, “Then, yeah, definitely since we met. But I only realised it a few years ago; in highschool. It was that super cliche teenage rom-com scene when you walked into prom looking like a fairytale and I thought I shit myself and then imploded.” He shoves his hands together imitating a can being crushed.
Your hands fly to your hair, carding through it. “Holy fuck. Holy cow. I can’t believe it. You let me date the worst people when I could’ve been dating you, you bastard!”
“Hey! Like we’ve established I was fucking terrified of losing my best friend, okay? And you were too! Also, all those people were solely your choice, I did nothing but try to befriend them for you.” He grabs your finger that jabbed at his chest and turns it back toward you.
“You should’ve punched them in the face and whisked me away.” Slipping the rest of your fingers into his grasp, you clasp his hand and squeeze.
He squeezes right back.
Cocking your head to the side, you sigh. “Now what? We’re here now. Both in the know, mutually agreeing.”
“Now? Now we tell Hannie he owes Binnie $20 because you confessed first.”
You furrow your brow, “They bet on us? Actually, you know what, that is entirely unsurprising. But no, I mean what’s next? What are we?”
He smiles that same smile you fell in love with all that time ago, dimples and all. “We’re Channie and y/n as we’ve always been. Best friends who love each other; who would go to the ends of the earth for one another. We cuddle, hold hands, call each other pet names, and now we go on dates. Kiss? More?” He blushes again, the tips of his ears redder than a tomato.
You take his flushed face into your hands feeling the heat roll off them. Whispering, you lean in closer, “I like the idea of that. But not right now. You’re exhausted and we need sleep. We should probably get out of here soon to make that happen.”
He pouts.
“Oh, stop that. If we’re quick enough we can probably catch the bus back to my place. Then we can kiss as much as you want.”
He exaggerates his pout even more looking like a kicked puppy.
You can’t help but fawn over him silently. Rolling your eyes playfully, you swoop in and peck him on the lips. It’s short, not even a second long, but it has him chasing for more when you pull away. You’re tempted to give him what he wants now, but it’s been a long day and you’d rather not have your first real kiss in a public recording room that smells like tacos and feet. You tell him as much when you stand up and start gathering your items to leave.
He acquiesces, saving his project and logging out. When you’re both ready to leave, he snatches up your hand and kisses the back of it as you walk out of the room.
The bus ride seems longer than usual or you’re just anxious to get back home. Chan has stayed over plenty of times, cuddling all throughout the night, but this time it’s different. Tomorrow promises new adventures with the man beside you and you can’t wait to start them.
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Bonus:
“I promise it’s not just the exhaustion talking, but you look absolutely radiant right now.”
“Baby, I’m wearing elf-on-the-shelf pjs with a toy story t-shirt that I’ve had since I was 10.”
“As I said, radiant.”
“Love you too, Channie.”
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A Dreamy Moment.
FIRST JACOB FANFIC IM PISSING MYSELF😭- (that was an attempt at a pun, i hate myself rn lmaooo)
ALSO G/N READER CUZ EVERYONE LOVES HIM
(Based on that one dream I had ;D )
( Btw if this is bad I'm so sorry I'll try better next time lmao)
It was quiet. Well, as quiet as it could be with two people in a room. You were laying on Jacob's chest. You could hear his heartbeat. It was fast, but calming. You also felt the way his chest rose when he breathed in, and fell when he exhaled.
All of the sudden, Jacob hums lightly.
"You asleep?" He lightly chuckles, and kisses your forehead.
"No, I'm just listening to your heart." You reply, smiling to him.
A few minutes of silence pass by, as finally Jacob speaks up.
"Top or Bottom?" He asked. Maybe as a joke, or maybe he was just curious, I wouldn't know that's going on in his head.
"Me? Oh, I'm a switch. But I've more often been Top. But I kind of wanna try to be taken care of once." You giggled, mostly to yourself.
Jacob whispers something, however it wasn't audible. And in the blink of an eye you were flipped on your back, Jacob hovering on top of you.
he looks down at you, and smirks.
"How about we switch it up a little? I could make you feel so good~"
You were surprised and flustered. He pinned you to the bed and you couldn't escape his hold. Not that you wanted too.
You nodded, feeling hot, but still shocked from the sudden placement.
"Hmm, you look so pretty darlin', but somethings missing.."
He starts to kiss your neck, leaving hickeys and love bites. You start to hum lightly. He made you feel good. You were really enjoying this.
His kisses trailed down from your neck, on your collar bone and reached your chest. He stops here, looking up at you again. "C-can I?" He starts stuttering. You nod again, biting your lip and blushing.
He continues to kiss down your chest, all the way down to your lower stomach. He lightly touches you and slowly pulls down your undergarments, making you whimper. He had been teasing you all this time, praising you for your whining and moaning. But you needed more. You felt wet and you wanted him to take care of it.
All of the sudden, he stops.
"Maybe I shouldn't get you all aroused now." He teases you. " we still need to make dinner and you have work to do and-"
You cut him off.
"Fuck Jacob! Don'tstart something you cant finish! Please- fuck I BEG you. i-i, i need you right here, please Jacob."
He just smirks. "You need me that badly, huh? You want me inside you sooo much hun?"
"Don't worry darlin'. We've only just started~" The last sentence was deeper and harsher, but you loved it.
He pulled your underwear and kissed your pelvic. Then he started to rub in between your legs. It felt so good, yet you wanted more. You moaned while his hands did the magic. A little more, and you felt your climax point. Fuck- you were gonna-
Jacob kissed you passionately, and went faster. You were almost there, and-
Jacob Wakes up with a jolt.
No. No, no, no, no, NO!
IT WAS A DREAM! FUCK.
Fuck…
He wipes the sleepy from his eyes. His sheets were wet and sticky, And his newly taken photos of you were too.
Damn, he had forgotten that he fell asleep looking at them.
It's okay, i'ts okay. He has a lot more of them. He looks around his room. Every single wall in his room was filled with Polaroids (the dates written in red ink). He also had a big corkboard, with probably all information about you. You would've never known about this. Heh, it's okay, though. It's only a matter of time before you two get together. He smirks.
*bu-Ding*
Oh, a message? Jacob stood up and checked his computer.
*YourName has accepted your friend request!*
They accepted! Perfect.
Oh my darlin'.
you and me, are really meant to be….
A/N: OMG I'm dying. Bro I'm OBSESSED over this man ;-;
I'm gonna try to post more and all that, and I might do some fanart :D
Hope you enjoyed!
(Jacob belongs to @carnivorekitty)
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Robin Hood: Man In Vents
@pineapple-psychic
"Gus." Shawn whispers as quietly as he can into the little mic pinned to his collar. "I see you flirting with the receptionist."
"Heh, one second." Gus's smirk slips right off as he turns and whispers back "You told me to say I'm security!"
"So no-one would question the mic and earpiece! Not to creep out some poor girl taking this jerk's calls all day!"
"I'm not creeping anybody out!"
"She's literally holding a tiny lipstick taser in her palm."
"Wh- where are you?!"
"The vents. ... Top of the wall to your right."
"Shawn, you're supposed to be in this guy's office already."
"I had to take a pit-stop, man, you were totally ignoring me!"
"Just get in there, if someone we know spots me we're toast."
"Dude, Lassie and Jules are totally busy with that other case with the dead bull or whatever."
"It was a dead matador, Shawn, and they're only busy because you put them on the wrong lead!"
"Yeah, so we're covered."
"Just get into that office!"
Shawn watches Gus turn back around with his 'Smooth Gus' smile and keep chatting with the receptionist- who's relaxing more as Gus talks to her, actually, and she realizes he's just Not As Smooth As He Thinks He Is rather than Trying To Be Creepy.
Shawn crawls through the vents, wondering not for the first time why Santa Barbara seems to make all their air vents big enough for over-30-year-old-men to crawl through with room to spare, and makes it to the office. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his little uses-actual-tape vintage tape recorder, stolen from his dad's house, and hits record.
"No, look, if we sell more than this it'll look suspicious. ... I know, I know, but our payout won't be worth shit if we get caught. Just- have you taken care of the severance situation? ... Well, cripes, Monty, if you don't find a way to avoid paying out severance after this we'll have done it all for nothing! ... That's it, I'm coming down to your office. No, I don't give a crap if your wife is there, kick her out or I'll beat her ass along with yours. ... You'll take this talk from me as long as you live, if you don't want to become my next scapegoat."
The phone slams back into it's receiver, and the CEO storms out of his office.
Shawn tests the vent grate- if he did it right when he pretended to be the building inspector a few days ago, it should just-
CRASH!
... Whoops.
Shawn slides out of the vent and lands in a heap on the floor, springing back up as quickly as possible and going for the computer! This office is relatively isolated, but someone will have heard that. Gus posing as security can maybe buy him twenty minutes, but after that he's risking everything.
Gus would kill him for saying so, but all that makes this even more fun.
He copies the password he saw being entered in the reflection of the window when he came in to sabotage the vent, pulls out the list of keywords Gus's jotted down for him, and starts combing through the files as quickly as possible. He plugs his pineapple-shaped hard drive into the PC unit and begins downloading everything relevant to the insider trading and company self-sabotage.
"Dude, hurry up, I just got told over the walkie that there was a loud sound in the CEO's office," Gus hisses through the earpiece.
"I'm hurrying!"
"Hurry harder, Shawn! Oh, uh, hello, fellow security team. Yeah, Im uh, going to check out the disturbance myself. no need for all of us, right?"
"You're in fire, dude."
"Yeah, well, I'm a uh, black belt in taekwondo, so I really don't need any backup. Might get messy."
"Black be- okay I know that's not true, but I also know you've been sneaking out of cases more often than usual. Gus, are you taking martial arts classes without me? How is our partnership supposed to work if you become a lethal weapon of flesh and blood and I don't?"
"I'm not taking any classes, I'm buying you time," Gus hisses again. "Quit distracting me!"
"Fine. ... But we should sign up for some classes together after this."
"I agree, but shhh!"
"Fine. ... Okay, okay, I got it!" Shanw unplugs everything, makes sure his gloves didn't rip or leave any fibers behind- and then looks up at the vent. "Oh. Oops."
"Oops?!"
"It's uh- it's a little high to reach."
"Oh my go- you didn't measure a way up to your only escape route?"
"I was a little focused on the entire rest of the whole plan!"
"Figure it out fast, we're almost at the elevator!"
"Ah- stall for time! Pretend to pee yourself!"
"No, stop using that as a go-to distraction!"
"Well do something!"
"Ah- HEY! Ahem, hey, guys, uh, you know, I read in Men's Digest last week that elevators have been linked to Kidney Stones."
Shawn looks around frantically for something he can use to get up to the vent that won't leave a suspicious trail- nothing. Unless...
"Dude, I'm taking a risk."
"Another one?!"
"Trust me!"
Shawn pulls the wheely chair over to the vent and stands on it. It's just enough for him to leverage himself into the space. He hops off and grabs the vent cover, puts it on top of the headrest, and turns. He puts his feet on the wall, walks them up to the vent opening, and slowly walks his hands up to the top of the chair to leverage himself into the exit.
As soon as his hands reach the top he hears the elevator ding down the hallway. He hears Gus's rambling coming closer, and knows it's now or never. He takes a deep breath, winces in preparation for the on coming pain, and pushes off of the chair! He just barely manages to grab onto the vent as the chair goes flying across the floor back into place!
His push gets him halfway into the vent, the wind knocked right out of him, but he has no time to recover. He squirms the rest of the way in, and managed to re-affix the loose vent cover right as the door to the office opens.
Gus glances up at the vents and they lock eyes. Shawn gives a thumbs-up, and begins scooting backwards out of the line of sight.
"I'm never helping you with one of these again," he hears Gus mumble over the earpiece.
They both know Gus is lying. They're partners in crime-solving and in crime, and they always will be. Especially when it's something like this.
Now to figure out if blackmail or exposure is the best use for what they've gathered...
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Tyler was glad to be back out from the med ward. He didn’t think he had to have so many tests for such a small hit to the head. It was just a clip board.
He shrugged that off and picked up his schedule for the day and smiled. Oh cool it was enzyme and food day! He didn’t understand why no one else liked getting the bags of powder into the tankers.
The ever teenaged two happily headed off for the supply closet with the list and his schedule. He loved his job here.
He pushed the cart loaded of dog food bag sized bagged substrates. All mixed together they’d make the proteins and nutrients all broken down already for the tank mewtwo to use and stuff….
Did he have a name? One wasn’t a name it was just a number that he was the first one made right? Hm, he’d have to ask that mew that wanders around if she had a name for him since it seemed no humans had named him.
The door slid open. Tyler ready to get right to work before he was sent by a voice over the speakers that was overly electronic and he wasn’t expecting anyone here at this early hour, “W-what did you say? Who’s there?!”
“Apologies. I asked ‘Are you Mr. Greenwhich?” the speakers asked crackling lightly.
He finally noticed movement and turned to the screen and stared in awe at the grey mew floating whimsically on the screen with bright white eyes, “Woah. What are you?”
“I am designated the Mirage Program. Are you Mr. Greenwhich?” it floated more center screen. Cameras zoomed some and refocused to get a clearer picture of the ‘humantwo’ it recognized he was talking to, needing affirmations of this identification…
“Oh uh, just Tyler I’d fine no need for the formal last name stuff heh,” he smiled to it, “Don’t you have a name? That just sounds like uh, species. Like I’m a HumanTwo, so you’re a mirage program.”
It seemed to stare a moment. Some data appeared behind it flowing from head to neck and back as it processed the question and looked through data banks. The entire action only a second really, “I do not have a name no. I only have my designation.”
He shrugged and chuckled, “Well, just means you get to think of one or wait for someone to give you one! That sounds pretty cool. Anyways, I need to get to work. It’s food day for One!”
“Correct. I was meaning to ask since it is you, Tyler, if there couldn’t be more calcium added for this week’s… ‘feeding’ as you called it.”
“Huh, uh… I can ask? I don’t make these, the nutritionist lab does. Wait, why don’t you ask? Like, send an email or something?” He asked it curiously as he finally went over to one of the two huge stainless steel tanks to punch in the code so the top would unseal and the ladder formed.
“My parameters are not to leave this room. I cannot send my data outward or I would break these parameters.”
Tyler looked over after getting a bag on his shoulder, “Huh? But, you’re like, in the computer screen doesn’t that mean you are everywhere?”
He shook his avatar’s head since it was being watched, “If my parameters are set I cannot go beyond them. I have my own stored data and what data is in this room’s specific servers…”
“Huh… let me send one then,” he set the bag down and got a tablet from the panels near One. He paused a moment to look at the pale mewtwo. He shivered as he could see veins under the thin fur and skin. Always so sickly. Creepy. He stepped over to the screen, “So more calcium right? How much and uh, why?”
“The main drain of resources at this moment is calcium, it might start leeching from his bones if it keeps up at this rate that I can scan… and about an extra 100ml for a weeks amount…”
“Resource what? I think I’m out of the loop,” he frowned as he typed out the email…
“The mewtwo here has a tumor causing resource drain. It is in the lower abdomen. Around the cradle of the hips. It is growing at a rapid pace for such a thing… I have not been authorized to run my own scans. Only to use data given…” he swished his tail idly.
Ty looked up again, “Really? Huh… I guess they’d know more about where you’re good to be. I sent off that email and hopefully we’ll hear back soon.”
“Your efforts are positive,” he replied.
“Uh, positive? Is that the word you wanted?” Tyler asked without thinking before backtracking, “I mean, heh, it’s okay I got what you mean-”
“What would be a more appropriate response?” it asked curiously. The tone evident…
“Er, well if you thought what I did for you was good and you liked it, it’s uh, more like you appreciate it or you’re thankful I did it?”
The data flow from the head to neck flashed up and then it nodded, “Then yes. I appreciate what you did and I thank you…”
“No problem, if it helps mewtwo I’m happy to do it,” he smiled bright and put up the tablet to go back and grab the bag again, “So you learn? Heh that is even cooler. Makes me think of those sci-fi movies but that had time travel.”
“… yes I am artificially intelligent.”
“Man you just get cooler don’t you?”
“My home CPU is running at an optimal temperature-”
“Not that kind of cool,” Tyler chuckled just watching himself as he dumped the powder into the tanker, “You’ll get the hang of it.”
The tablet pinged and a camera zoomed in to see the message, “I see they have replied they will prepare it for this evening… that will be adequate, he would remain stable enough until then…”
“She did? Thanks! You’re super helpful. Maybe some day you can do more than only helping One in only this room…” he climbed back down and grabbed the next bag to take up to dump…
It was about to comment again before a message appeared directly in the room chat, the aviator floating over to the other program, “Its… addressed to me? Nine has requested I begin scans every five minutes…”
Tyler looked over, “Heh, guess he’s going to visit Glimmer again. She really wasn’t taking those coffee burns that well. She’s really small and it was a big cup…” he frowned a moment thinking about that before shrugging, “But hey! That’s good right? Now you can do scanning on your own!”
“Indeed. These new parameters are sufficient. I will narrow down to the immediate area and accurate expansion with this frequency and my own data tools…” his little avatar kicked the chat out of the way to minimize it and he floated to the other side of the screen.
“You can do all that? Can you figure out how to get it out too?” Tyler climbed down and pressed the code to close the lid back and it hissed as it sealed back and a bubbling noise started up as purified water was added and the mixture stirred up with it…
“Yes. Yes I can.”
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Could you do a yandere Hawk and yandere Robby from Cobra Kai fighting over the same darling and her choosing Hawk?
Merge of these two requests but the ending is a mystery (also I sobbed cause my computer refreshed the page and I lost everything I wrote so I had to re-do it all)
Yandere Hawk vs Yandere Robby with LaRusso darling:
Warnings: violence mentions, obsessive behaviours, unhealthy behaviour, unhealthy mindset, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!
(Y/N) LaRusso was always known as a sweet girl who tried to keep peace with everyone around her.
She was even nice enough to sit with people that were deemed 'losers'.
She knew Hawk back when he was Eli and she was nice to him, even back then.
They continued to stay friends even after he transformed into Hawk but their relationship became strained as some time went by.
(Y/N) was restricted from meeting with people from Cobra Kai, especially after the tournament, when Hawk injured Robby's shoulder.
But on the day of the tournament, (Y/N) had met Robby and he became her replacement friend for Hawk.
They became rather close but soon Sam told (Y/N) about her crush on Robby, so (Y/N) backed off.
But she also kept her distance for another reason.
Then her new close friend became Moon who was dating Hawk.
The two became close very quickly due to both of the having the same peacekeeper, sweetheart attitude.
This helped (Y/N) become friends with Hawk again except he was very different now.
He was more aggressive and rude, which (Y/N) didn't like at all.
But she noticed something else, so she kept even more distance from him.
(Y/N) was there for Moon when she broke up with Hawk but didn't try to comfort Hawk at all, unable to deal with his macho man attitude.
Both Robby and Hawk were upset and confused as to why (Y/N) stop being around them as often as she used to be.
Every time they had an encounter with each other it always ended in a verbal or physical fight.
They were both obsessed with (Y/N) and Sam and Miguel had to deal with these obsessed doofuses.
Hawk would rant about (Y/N), from her looks, to personality, to things she liked, he could talk about her all day if he could.
Robby would stare at (Y/N) and try to show off when she came to watch karate practice.
However, tension between the people from the dojos, Miyagi-do and Cobra Kai, was growing.
Moon and (Y/N) tried to plan out something to try to get everyone to be friends and they decided on planning a party a few days before school started.
Luckily they managed to get everyone to come without realizing their enemy dojo would be there.
Everyone was having fun and the enemy dojos were ignoring each others presence.
But Robby and Hawk both noticed that (Y/N) was nowhere to be found.
Both of them went searching for her (separately) but couldn't find her.
They tried to enjoy the party but eventually it became too loud and it was giving Robby and Hawk a headache, so they went upstairs to find a quiet room to chill out in.
Both of them saw each other and as much as they wanted to fight, they knew they'd get in trouble for doing so, especially if (Y/N) found out.
They made a temporary truce as they each opened a random room door so they could relax.
Hawk went into a room and relished in the quieter atmosphere.
While Robby found (Y/N) and Moon making out in Moon's room with only their shorts and bras on.
Robby were shocked and tried to slowly back away and close the door, but it made a loud creaking noise, alerting the two girls that someone was there.
"Who's there?" (Y/N) firmly said.
Robby shamefully entered the room.
"Oh fuck!" Moon swore under her breath.
"Shit! Robby. Robby. You won't tell my dad, right? Please?" (Y/N) requested.
"What do you mean by that?" Robby questioned.
"Um. Well. Heh-heh." (Y/N) was stalling, unable to find the words she needed.
"Wait, are you bi or something?" Robby questioned.
(Y/N) sighed.
"I'm a lesbian. I just um, didn't wanna tell my family yet cause I didn't know how they'd react. Please, don't tell my dad!" (Y/N) explained.
"So you don't like guys? At all?" Robby quizzed.
"No. Sorry. I know that you and Hawk liked me. I already knew that's one of the other reasons I distanced myself from you guys. I'm so sorry Robby. But my sister really likes you! Maybe you should date her because you have no shot with me." (Y/N) bluntly stated.
Robby decided in that moment that being her best friend was the closest thing he would ever have to a relationship with her.
He also knew that now it was his duty to protect (Y/N)’s secret and protect her from Hawk who he knew wouldn’t give up on trying to date (Y/N) even if she outed herself to him.
(Y/N) allowed Robby to hang out with her and Moon as the party continued and soon the cops showed up.
And no one knew that on the first day of school, everything would go to hell.
The end
(no part two)
#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere cobra kai#yandere cb#yandere hawk#yandere robby keene#yandere cobra kai x reader#yandere cb x reader#yandere hawk x reader#yandere robby keene x reader#cobra kai#cb#hawk#robby keene#moon#cobra kai x reader#cb x reader#hawk x reader#robby keene x reader#moon x reader#lesbian#sapphic
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simdreams being metalinguistic about her own story thingy
(OR: me being inspired by @nocturnalazure's not-a-tutorial to ramble about my photoshooting process)
my simblr story photography style has to account for the fact that the world where my characters meet does not exist. most of the internal locations are different iterations of one random empty lot I built on the CAS world, or any SGI lots placed on an empty SGI world (my characters houses are on the basement of public locations), and I build only what I need - in a lot of different saves - because otherwise this thing would need five more years to start and my computer cannot cope with a full world with 50 fully decorated lots. So as a rule I don't have façades and open planes to offer as establishing shots *dies in cinematic*
Establishing shot: my pc rig is weak lol
So what do I do? I offer some detail on the place where the action's happening.
My only off-script written cues on the story are regarding the setting.
Sometimes I insert brief scenes and the only info you need from the setting is that there's a woman in the backseat of a car. and it's raining. Bam.
The only time so far I had an external shot I went full-on Projac and summoned a random lot which was not the same place decorated for the internal shots. Lol. I felt very smart.
Oh, yes, I also had to use this once. Deco buildings and deco sims. It's depressingly bland. My sims will never go back to Brugge.
(there's more under the cut)
Then, the action relies on some tricks too:
My story is not packed with action: it's mostly people exchanging words on the same place, or doing things on a small space. I have issues finding the perfect pose for the context (who doesn't?), so when I do, I take A LOT of shots in all available angles. I abuse the 'look at' feature, and sometimes the same pose makes the cut in different perspectives! (not in a sequence, so it doesn't get so obvious lol)
Eheh. There goes my illusion.
Waist and shoulder shots are good to show emotions and remind my readers of my characters faces, but they are not my favorites because of the ludicrous amount of times that a pose makes my sim face look disturbingly distorted. A smiling pose might end up looking crooked, or most commonly, my sim is looking at the wrong side and the 'look at' feature makes their eyes black.
Give it a zoom out and he'll look 100% possessed.
So, I resort to more tricks.
Headless simtography is my go-to framing - I have to remind myself to include full face shots. It's good to show body language, actions or proximity/distance between characters.
A special type of headless photography is hand photography. Because hands do things, you know.
Also, I shamelessly abuse feet shots. Either as a way to suggest movement, indicate contrast, affinity or character through the choice of footwear, and also suggest distance (or lack thereof) between characters HEH
So, in the end, one pose may give you FOUR shots: face, body, hands and feet. :P
Some takes on dialogue:
Framing your characters without showing their faces is not my favorite angle but useful to hide crooked expressions and/or bring some fresh angles. Especially if they are doing something besides sitting still, it can suggest a conversation being held in the right context.
Zooming out and showing the room where the action's happening (even when the action is just two people facing each other) is a nice breather in between too many closeups (which in my case is usually no bigger than a room, but still helps to set where the characters are)
Cropping a face at the mouth gives (at least for me) more emphasis at the lips and the idea that that person is saying something.
In general, my characters talk (or are engaged in talking) when they are looking at each other's direction. This is why "look at" is essential. See, none of these poses were made to work together, but they did (and this is why it can take SO LONG to shoot something, because you are looking for the perfect body language and then trying to make it match with the scene).
And I suppose the most common solution to this is indeed framing two people and giving the speaker a face shot while the listener is unfocused or with their back turned on the camera. Yes.
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I need more edgar x reader stuff please please pleasePLEASEPLEASEPLEASE,, just,,,,,, just 1 romantic oneshot I'm begginf
Spending Valentine's Day With Your Computer Boyfriend!!1!!1[Free][No virus!!]
For yall's valentines day
You looked at yourself in the mirror, analyzing whether your current clothes suited you and the context of a date. Some of your clothes were your favorite color, and the style suited you... And at the same time, you feel that Edgar would love to see you like this.
"Darling?~" The computer voice came out through the main room. You let out a small giggle, and with a little shyness, you slowly opened the door of your room that led to the living room, opening a small crack.
The room was dark, the only lighting being candles on a table with red cloth with two chairs. In the chair on the other side, there was Edgar, the only detail different from him being two boxes under him, to make him right in front of you. Not to mention the little tie taped to him.
You smiled, and opened the door all the way and stepped your foot into the room.
"Oh my– Edgar this is wonderful! Did you do all this? How?" You approached the table, noticing two plates on the table that had nothing less than a bowl of microwaved Mac 'n' cheese on them.
"Magicians don't tell their secrets, right?" Edgar smirked.
You sat in the chair, and pushed the chair further into the table. You watched the whole scene in front of you, and everything left you almost breathless, it's been a long time since you went on a date, and you're pretty sure this is one of your best.
"Sooo? What do you think, huh? I couldn't find much in your closet but I at least did something!" The computer cheered
Then you chuckled, "It's perfect Edgar, I loved it! I wouldn't mind cooking something with you of course, but I still think it's cute how you tried to make something for both of us..."
Edgar shyly giggled, sounding flurstered "Thank you..." Later on, Edgar simulated a sound that would sound like someone clearing their throat "B-But anyway, go on, eat it!"
–––
You laughed at your partner's joke, finally finishing your feed.
"Oh my god-" You were interrupted by your own laughter "Screw you!" You smiled, placing both your arms on the table.
"Aww, come on, but you love me!"
"Heh, yeah, but you're so goofy sometimes"
"Well... If goofy means love you forever and ever, then..."
And once again, Edgar managed to get another laugh out of you that he found so, so charming, our computer pal's circuits melt just listening to it.
"Silly..." You smiled forever, and rested your head on your arms on the table, closing your eyes for a mere second.
A brief moment of silence, you opened your eyes, only to find Edgar's screen, your cheeks heated up, and butterflies tickled your belly.
But unexpectedly, coming from Edgar's voice box, a melody began to echo across the room, making your attention increase.
You lifted your head and shoulders trying to recognize the song, only to realize it was a song both you and Edgar knew, "Computer Love" by Zapp
Your cheeks flushed "Hey!"
"Ahem, may I have a dance with you, darling~?" Edgar echoed, winch was enough to make your face red.
A moment of silence for you to analyze Edgar's request was left in the air. You lightly tucked a lock of hair behind your ear, slowly getting up from your chair, approaching your boyfriend. You analyzed the chair he was in, noting that it had wheels, which was perfect for your idea.
You grabbed the handles on the chair, and pulled the chair towards you, making Edgar look at you. He was still a little smaller than you, but with those boxes down, it's already a big step forward.
You and Edgar walked away from the table, into a more spacious area of the room. You gently, yet firmly positioned one of her arms around Edgar's pretend body with the other still on the arm of the chair, so that in the end you rest your head on top of Edgar's monitor, starting the slow dance.
It was perfect, it was shy, delicate, and best of all, it was romantic, especially with the candlelight in the area and the music playing.
It seemed that your lungs were intoxicated with the scent of flowers, the situation was so simple, but even so, it left your lungs so affected. You closed your eyes, patting Edgar's "back"
You both stay there, continuing to rock back and forth, and sometimes, Edgar sneakily whisper sweet nothings towards you and your appearence
What a charming night.
#canon x reader#x reader#reader insert#ai x reader#edgar electric dreams#edgar x reader#electric dreams edgar#edgar x reader electric dreams#electric dreams#electric dreams x reader#electric dreams 1984
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OC Interview Questions: Valerie Rose Barrère
Tagged by @ghostoffuturespast thank you! Love these little games and writing practices. Also needed to think how my V would actually answer these questions...
[Mama Welles' on a Saturday night.]
V (reading a book on the couch with her feet up): "What are you two giggling about over there? It's suspicious and I don't like it."
Misty (cuddling with Jackie on the opposite end of the couch): "Oh, we decided to make you a dating profile."
V (initial confusion followed by a bit of rage): "A dat… The fuck?"
Jackie (with the laptop): "You need some action, hermana."
V: "No. Absolutely not. Delete that shit right now."
[Jackie gives V his best puppy dog eyes.]
V (waiting a moment): "Uggh. Fine… I'm gonna regret this."
Jackie: "Heh, wasn't actually sure that was gonna work." (straightening himself out to look more serious) "Nickname?"
[V gives Jackie a bombastic side eye.]
Jackie: "Oh right!" (Types the letter as he says it) "V."
Misty: "Height?"
V: "5ft 3in."
Jackie: "Gender?"
V: "Seriously, Jack?"
Jackie: "What? I don't want to assume."
V (sighing, realizing he has a valid point): "Sure. Female."
Misty: "Orientation?"
V: "Straight I guess?"
Jackie: "Nationality and… or… ethnicity?"
V: "Uhh, my mother was Scottish/French and I think she said something about my father being Finnish. Anyways, born and raised in Heywood."
Jackie (speaking the words slowly as he typed his version): "White. Very white. Heywood born and bred."
Misty: "Star sign? I know this one already. Sagittarius." [Updating to Libra - forgot it's actually been official, and I stick with a lot of canon]
Jackie: "Favorite fruit?"
V: "Honeydew melon."
Misty: "Favorite season? Autumn, right?"
V: "You got it."
Jackie (using his most delicate voice): "Favorite flower?"
V (sharply): "Snapdragons."
Misty: "Your favorite scent?"
V: "Oh man… I have so many… cedarwood, jasmine, sandalwood, bergamot, books…"
[Misty nods in agreement, thinking of her favorite incense in the shop.]
Jackie: "Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate?"
V: "Tea usually. I'm… selective when it comes to coffee."
Jackie (types and mutters): "Psh. I'll say. Can never bring you coffee anymore."
Misty: "Average hours of sleep?"
V: "9 to 10. I get cranky with less."
Jackie: "You sure do."
V (annoyed, raised voice): "Do you want me to finish these questions or not Jackie?"
Jackie (puts his hands up in surrender): "Alright alright… I take it you didn't get your beauty sleep… princess."
[V punches Jackie pretty hard in the arm.]
Jackie (rolling over holding his bruised arm, laughing): "Oww…ahah… oww. Heh."
V: "Misty, if you'd please take the rest of the questions… unless you want to drag an oversized bodybag out the door."
[Jackie flashes V a stupid grin.]
Misty: "Dog or cat person?"
V: "Hmm… It feels like cheating to say both. Maybe I lean towards dogs. It's been awhile since I've seen one though."
Misty: "Dream trip?"
V: "Europe maybe? I don't know if there's anything left of my parents over there but I guess I'm curious."
Misty: "I'd love to go back to Poland one day. Favorite fictional character?"
V: "Probably… Edmond Dantes from The Count of Monte Cristo. It was one of my mom's favorites."
Misty: "Number of blankets you sleep with?"
V: "Zero or one… It's just too damn hot."
Misty: "Aaand last one."
V: "Oh thank god."
Misty: "A fun fact?"
V: "Uhhh. I guess… I enjoy retro video games?"
Misty: "OK. Published."
V: "Now will you two leave me be?"
[bing.]
Jackie (throwing himself at the computer): "Ooh! Look! Matches already, chica!"
V (snatching the computer out of Jackie's hands): "Wait what? Lemme see."
[V scrolls a bit, the reflection of the screen lighting up her face in the dark room.]
V: "No. Noo. Definitely not. No."
Jackie (takes the computer back): "Lemme take a look… I'll find you someone... Here! This guy looks promising, huh?" (excitedly turns the screen to face V.)
V: "Oh. Damn. Lemme take a closer look… Nah. What a damn shame. He's NCPD."
#tag game#cyberpunk 2077#oc interview#oc: valerie rose barrere#im still new here and don't know the rules#who wants to be tagged#a lot of current mutuals are already tagged or were the ones who tagged me
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Haven't posted in a while, but feel like rambling
Lancer: ???
Nothing to report, DM's been busy so we're still in a dark maintenance shaft about to get jumped by IPSN Special Forces
D&D: Sunday
I feel like I've mentioned some of this but we've been stumbling around some half forgotten cave network trying to get to the Underdark to try and reestablish communication between a Dwarven Hold under siege, and a Drow City they used to be on good terms with. Turns out the Drow are also kinda under siege from what is basically The Silence (yes British scifi fans those guys) so we've been doing the Adventurer thing of trying to shift local politics and gain favor to make the Drow less.... Prickly let's say prickly that's probably a safer way to put it.
In the process we've been on the hunt for a missing person, met my younger doppelganger and his harem, and his army that plans to unite the Drow under a single banner go to war with the surface and darken the sun, and stumbled upon a multi million year old temple to a universal karmic force that is a prison for a star/God eating GOO and went along with our wizard's doppelganger's plan to recharge the prison keeping the GOO weakened.
Now that we're up to speed, it turns out that the reason my Doppelganger gave up the prisoner so easy was that the person was already converted to the cause, and was going back to try and build support within the city itself, our Patron* wants to solidify her power block by having us go find some missing jewels used to power an ancient forge, I had a chat with Lolth who wanted me to go straighten out the local church/cult in her name. Which I was tempted to do anyway which lead to a fun conversation between two people that barely understand religion trying to meet a middle ground that makes everyone happy including a God and local politicians (who were totally ready to crush the church/cult for being too over zealous to please Lolth).
I also left my Barovian Vampire GF in charge of keeping tabs on the insurgent cult of my Doppelganger in the city while we're gone, this won't have negative repercussions because I didn't specify non-lethal methods of handling things if they start moving..... Oops/s
Also during the wrap-up in the city before going artifact hunting our Shadow Monk split the party and had to fight his Doppelganger, who might actually be a more terrifying war criminal than he is because he barely made it back with any HP left...
Also we stumbled across a version of Blackrazor, it's kinda a dick(Threw me across a room for being too lawful apparently, which is hilarious because I'm about as lawful as Eddie and Chavo Guerrero). The hunt for the forge crystals continues this coming Sunday.
DnD: Tuesday
That whole thing with the Illithid Roman empire? Resolved, we took the capital and killed the Senate while Julius took care of other political rivals off screen. Had a big fight with a GIANT half dead brain(Romulus and Remus), had a long rest but were down a player so the DM kinda bottle episoded us.
The session started with us getting vaporized and waking up in a sci-fi prison cell, after a few minutes of trying to brute force our way out and discovering just how depowered we were in this strange place we're following vague clues and running from something called a Lesser Inevitability, that the prison set loose after us for breaking out of high security lock up. Turns out we're on the moon(the real one not the fake moon hiding behind this one) and the entity giving us directions? The Sun, which is apparently a entity that exists to monitor the progress of our world and report any changes that need to be made to the AO3 writers guild that monitors the universe.
So while holding off the Lesser Inevitability we poke around the computers in this place, get some information on Solomon turns out he was the last person that this place took care of before they pulled everyone out and left the Suns as the sol(heh heh) moderator for this location. We also reported a hag that's been a thorn in our side for hacking writers guild system, so she's locked out of her fate changing bullshit which will make dealing with her much easier.
The session ends with us fighting our way to a legally distinct Stargate and teleporting back to the Capital for a long rest, after which we're gonna have to make a decision on what our next set of goals are. It's looking like the plan is try to and remove the stick out of Morgana's ass by filling the void left by having her emotions ripped out by stealing the emotions from an undead doppelganger of her that the sorcerer accidentally wished into existence with a loosely interpreted "I wish Morgana was dead" wish she got after helping kill a star creature. But first we gotta learn how they removed her emotions in the first place, then we gotta do it to a dracolich... Also gotta find Morgana again and hope she didn't do anything unwise with a sword that severs concepts after her freak out during an intervention her son hosted.
Isn't tabletop fun?
As always, if anyone for some reason reads this and wants more information ask away.
#lancer rpg#lancer ttrpg#dnd 5e#dnd#5e#rambling to the void#Barovia continues to have repercussions#leaving a vampire to monitor a insurgent cult that wants to darken the sun can't go wrong#we did it we can finally stop thinking about Rome#DnD Canon? I hardly know it#been so long since I posted I don't recall what I've actually talked about
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I like to call this "I'm winning in not having a life having an awesome life of video gaming" 😇 aka my Steam 2023 Year In Review!
I looooove the "We'd say you finished the fight, but you're still going." Accurate, lol! 😂
The only reason Andromeda dropped off abruptly in November is because I still can't get the launcher to, well, launch without crashing my computer. But one sweet day, my beloved Andromeda and I shall be together again! 🤗😉
Both @mrtobenamedlater and @naranghim have kindly offered me a ton of great advice on repairing my old man here. *pat-pats my faithful computer whose only fault is getting old*
It happens to us all, after all!
Anyway, at least I still have had the MCC or I swear, I would've gone off a light bridge somewhere!
Master Chief, Noble Team and my ODSTs have kept me clinging to a thread of sanity. 🤗🤗🤗
So, my Gaming Goal for 2024 is to, first of all, have a working computer again so I can play whatever I want. Then immediately following that, I want to finish my Scott/Peebee and Scott/Jaal playthroughs of Andromeda and I will have officially romanced everybody! 🥳💖
I'm definitely hoping to get the achievement for playing Halo: Reach on Legendary in under 3 hours.
I'm currently on track to finish Reach in... about 5-6 hours right now 👀 but hey, Reach is HARD on Legendary, what can I say? 🤷♀️ It just took me 1 hour 18 minutes to get through "Long Night of Solace" and, if you know Reach, then you know that space battle is a PILL. I need to find a better strategy than "Hide behind Anchor 9 and wait for everybody else to kill the enemies." It's a solid strat when it comes to surviving but it takes forever and you don't have that sort of time in a speedrun, after all. (The par time is 25, btw. *laughs in "I'm never making anything close to that but will try to get other missions under par so to have some room for it"*)
Anyway, I'm not afraid to have to grind for this achievement, it'll be even more awesome then when I get there, right? 😎👍
There I go, soaring into the air to achieve my dream, just like Emile achieving his dream to, um, be launched into a parking lot??? (I adore how he turns in mid-air to still aim at the Banshees, lol! That's Spartan dedication, frens! 🤣)
But the main thing I want to do is to try some of my other games, such as the original Mass Effect trilogy, Star Wars: Fallen Order, Portal 1 and 2, Titanfall 2, Tomb Raider (2013), Dead Rising, Metal Gear Solid V: The Phantom Pain, and Dragon Age Inquisition! Those are just a few of the awesome games waiting for me in my Steam library! 🤗🤗🤗 I'm hoping to eventually pick up Detroit: Become Human, Resident Evil Village and Baldur's Gate 3 one day, too! 🤞😣🤞
Heh, those 3 games are a Neil Newbon trifecta, aren't they? 😂
Me @ most of Neil Newbon's characters. I am what I am, frens. I am a simple creature. 🤷♀️😜
Anyway! If anybody else is sharing their Steam Year in Review, please let me know, I'd love to run right over and check it out!
Thanks for reading this, if you did, and here's to a Happy New Year full of awesome games for us all! 💖💖💖
#steam year in review#video games#this is my game tag#halo: the master chief collection#halo mcc#mass effect: andromeda#halo: reach#halo reach#neil newbon fangirling#lol#ageless aislynn
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Req: Yoongi adopts/gets a cat and Jimin is allergic to it?
I think there's a theory that Yoongi has a cat and I would love to see this written, because Jimin is actually allergic to cats lol
Sorry to all the requests I put on hold to do this one. I had an idea right away and keep using all my spare time on it before it's gone.
Sorry my mental health took a bit of a turn so it got a little dark. Tw: anxiety
Caretaker: Yoongi sickie(?): Jimin
Yoongi feels his phone vibrate on his desk, pulling him out of work mode. He checks who it is, answering immediately when he sees Jimin is on the other end.
"Jimin-ah I thought you were busy today." Yoongi greets him teasingly. Jimin had planned to stay in his studio all day until he could finish the song he started to work on.
"I am busy, but I need help. Hang on.. I'll show you." Jimin puts his phone on speaker, playing back the melody he was working on. Yoongi cringed when he heard the awkward mesh of the drums and the guitar that sounded like they were playing two different tempos.
"What the Hell was that?" Yoongi laughs.
"Hyung its not funny!" Jimin pouts, but he knew Yoongi was just being honest. "Could I come over to work on it with you?"
"Of course."
"Thanks, hyung. I love you."
"You're welcome, see you soon Jimin-ah."
"You aren't gonna say it back?"
"Ah Jimin not you too." Yoongi whines.
"Come on hyung. It's not that hard."
"I'll say it if you pick me up some coffee."
"I need to bribe you for love now? Are you serious?" Jimin tries to keep his voice steady, but ends up giggling anyway.
"Love you." Yoongi mumbles into the phone, hanging up.
Yoongi jumps when he hears the doorbell, saving what he was working on. Aiish,was he already in the neighborhood? I didn't expect him to get here That fast.
"Coming." Yoongi goes to the door to let Jimin in. "You did bring me coffee. I love you." The 'I love you' is quickly followed by the rapper taking a big drink of the iced coffee.
"You're cute Hyung." Jimin giggles, seeing Yoongi's eyes go wide whilst he drinks.
"Huh? Thanks.." Yoongi looks away from him, cheeks flushing pink."Let's try to salvage your train wreck."
"Don't call it that! It's not bad! I just overlapped the parts wrong, and I couldn't figure out how to fix it." Jimin sasses with a whiny tone.
Yoongi smiles at Jimin's sudden outburst, chuckling. "Sorry, sorry. Let's go fix your mistakes."
Jimin rolls his eyes but accepts this response, letting Yoongi lead him to the studio he made in his house. Yoongi adds a second computer chair to the desk. "Do you have the flash drive?"
Jimin goes to sit, but an itch in his nose makes him freeze in his tracks. "Hang on.. Heh'itch...heh..Hehitch..ahh.."he wipes his palm over his nose to try to clean up his face."I have it.."
"Here.." Yoongi hands him a tissue. "Wipe your nose."
"Thanks hyung." Jimin wipes his nose, then digs the flash drive out of his jeans pocket, plugging it into the tower. "What is this mess? There's so many..untitled 2 untitled 2.1 untitled 4.3 what do you mean 2.1.."He passes the keyboard to Jimin.
"I haven't came up for the names of the songs yet so they're just numbers.. I don't wanna hear it yours don't look any better!" Jimin huffs,sniffling loudly.
"I thought you got over that cold. Are you okay, Jiminie?" Yoongi asks, fretting over his little brother.
"I thought I did.. I was feeling fine earlier.. maybe I shouldn't have walked here. It was bit wi.." Jimin felt his eyes watering as the itch returns, covering his face. "Heh'hehixh!"
"I think i have some cold medicine. Let me go see. Stay here." Yoongi gets up, letting Jimin open the song he was working on.
I don't understand how I could get sick so fast..
Then Jimin's answer appeared in front of him. When Yoongi left the room, a black cat waltzed in right afterwards, jumping into his lap with a loud purr. "Ah..Seoltangie.. I thought you'd be at your grandparents house.. no, no don't do that. I didn't take any allergy pills.. please.."
Seoltangie rubs against Jimin's hand, demanding pets, headbutting his palm. Jimin tries gently nudging, but the furry friend refuses to budge, just sticking claws into Jimin's thigh to make it harder. "I'm sorry.." Jimin winces when he pulls on Seoltangie to try to get her off.
"Yoongi-yah!" Jimin calls desperately when he feels the sneezes come. "Heh'itchii...Hehtichi...! Hihtrchxxi!" He turns away from the cat, the sound of Jimin's sneezes scaring them away.
His throat felt tight, making his breath come out as short wheezy gasps. "I..I can't pet you..right now.."
"Sh*t..Sh*t I'm sorry Jimin. Come here Seoltangie." Yoongi rushes into the room, scooping up his feline, earning himself a scratch in protest. "I know you don't like being picked up but you can't be in here." Yoongi carries Seoltangie to another room in the house, closing the door behind him.
Jimin tries to get some of the cat hair that clung to his hands off, but another round of sneezes makes it impossible. "Heh'itchi..Ha..Hativkch! HETHIXH..." he rubs his hand across his dripping nose, instantly regretting it when it only makes matters worse. "Hehticu! Hegitidh..! He'iychiugh..." Jimin whines, unable to cover his face because of the black cat hair that was now sticking to his hands from the mucus that coated his hands.
Yoongi rushes back into the room, using a wet wash cloth to clean off his hands. "Take that shirt off, I'll lend you one of mine. I'm sorry, Jimin-ah. I completely forgot i took her home..."
"It's okay.." Jimin let's Yoongi pull off his shirt discarding it in the corner of the room while he makes sure he gets all the fur off his hands Jimin a bag. "Here..Valentino just sent me these so they shouldn't have any fur on them."
"Thanks h...heh'tichi..!" Jimin sniffles miserably. "Ugh.. my head hurts.."
"I'm sorry, Jiminie. I have cold medicine but no allergy pills. I'll have to go to the store.. will you be okay?" Yoongi helps Jimin get a new shirt on.
"Yeah, I'll be fine..I should really carry some with me.." Jimin grabs another tissue, trying to dry his eyes. "I'm not deathly..ah..ahiych!"
"I'll be back as soon as I can then. Make yourself at home." Yoongi leaves his sneezy dongsaeng to go to the kitchen, bringing him a cold compress from the freezer. "Here.. this should help with the swelling in the meantime." He gently places it over Jimin's eyes.
"Thanks Hyungie..." Jimin sniffles, leaning back in the chair.
"Don't fall." Yoongi spins him slowly making the back of the chair lean against the desk. "Just in case. You have problems with chairs."
"I'm not gonna fall." Jimin giggles, Yoongi getting the reaction he wanted.
If he can laugh, then he should be okay for a bit..
"Mao! Mao..!"
Jimin could hear Seoltangie from the other room. "I'm sorry baby, once I take some medicine, I'll pet you.." jimin felt guilty for not giving her attention and for scaring her, but his allergies got worse, making him go from being able to handle holding cats for a bit with just a runny nose and watery eyes to becoming a sneezy mess with a swollen face and red eyes that itched and watered no matter what he did to them.
Jimin shivered, removing the compress. As soon as he sat up the sneezes returned. "Hehith! Heyghi...Heh..ha..Hehtichxxi!"
I need to lay down.. my head is killing me..
Jimin goes into the living room, finding a lint roller on the table to defur the couch. "Heh..tishf..!" Jimin sniffles, removing enough fur to comfortably lay down without making his allergies worse.
I made it to the store. Do you want anything while I'm here?
Yoongi texts Jimin, still feeling guilty for forgetting such an important detail about his dongsaeng. If he remembered he could've secured his furry companion and warned Jimin to bring allergy pills.
Yoongi keeps his arms pulled close to his chest while he navigates the convenience store, trying to move as quickly as possible. He already felt himself being watched, a phone pointed in his direction. He opted to pretend he didn't notice them, knowing if he spoke to them it'll only draw more attention to himself.
Yoongi didn't get an answer from Jimin, so he just picked up some honey butter chips and some ramen.
"Suga oppa could I please have a photo with you?" A woman bows to him. Yoongi recognized her as the one who's been following him around the store.
"I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry.." Yoongi turns her down politely.
"You can't spare a few seconds? I'm a really big fan of yours. I've been following you for almost three years now." She picks up her head, trying to use her pouty lips and long fake lashes to get her way.
"I need to get home to my brother. He isn't feeling well.. I'm really sorry.." Yoongi bows to her, going to the counter.
"What? Who's not feeling well? What's wrong? Do you need any help? I'm in school to be a nurse." She follows him to the counter, continuing to talk to him while the cashier rings him up.
"Hello, how are you, S- sir?" The cashier doesn't look at him when she speaks, her voice shaking with either nerves or excitement. She clearly knew who he was, trying to ignore the fact and be professional.
"I'm doing well, thank you. How are you?" Yoongi speaks to the cashier with a smile, ignoring the woman's questions.
He jumps when he sees her arm moving in his peripheral vision, moving her arm to hold her phone above his head to snap a photo leaning on his shoulder, wrapping her arm around his waist, hitting the button.
Yoongi shakily removes her arm from his waist, taking a few steps away from her. His heart accelerated, his anxiety spiking from her blatant disregard for his personal space. "D..Don't.." He pushes his voice out, but he hardly heard it himself.
"Miss you can't take photos without someone's permission. I'll have to ask you to leave." The cashier informs her coming to Yoongi's rescue.
"No, I got his permission. He said he just didn't have time, so I took it without having to waste any. Oppa, it came out a little blurry. Could we please take another?" She goes for his arm, but he quickly steps back, folding his arms over his chest.
Yoongi shakes his head, no words coming out this time. He couldn't remember the last time he felt his throat tighten, anxiety freezing his vocal cords. She goes to step forward, but the cashier intervenes.
"I said you have to go. Now. Do I need to get a manager?" The cashier puts herself in between Yoongi and the woman. "Get out." She keeps her tone firm, eyes sharp and cold.
"Fine. Suga isn't even that big of a deal. He's not even attractive like Jin oppa or Jimin-sii and you aren't even a good dancer! You're also fat!"She storms out of the store.
Yoongi feels the tension ease from his shoulders when he hears the bell from the door. He takes a few breaths before finding his voice again, pushing the anxiety down.. "Th-thank you. I'm sorry.." Yoongi bows despite his legs shaking.
"You don't need to thank me. I only did my job. Do you need a minute to calm down? I'm so sorry you had to put up with that.."
Yoongi leans against the counter, taking deep breaths to try to calm himself, closing his eyes.
"Do you want to sit down?" The cashier asks voice thick with concern.
"No..no I'm okay.. I really do have to get home.. I'm sorry.. what was the total...?" Yoongi pulls himself together. He hated making others worry about him. She finishes his purchase quickly, handing him his receipt.
Yoongi digs into his pocket, pulling out a guitar pick. "Here. A small thank you.."
Yoongi returns home, finding Jimin mostly asleep on the couch, arm draped across his face.
"Jiminie I'm back.." Yoongi gently runs his palm against Jimin's chest, the vocalist stretching out with a yawn that breaks into a cough.
Jimin slowly sits up, rubbing his eyes."Welcome home Yoo..Heh'tichi..!" He quickly covers his fac before the next one comes. "Hehticu..!"
"I got you some medicine and a decongestant spray. It should help with the sneezing." Yoongi digs in the plastic bag, pulling the contents out and setting them on the table.
"Hyung your hands are shaking.." Jimin reaches for Yoongi's hand, eyes widening when he sees Yoongi flinch away from his touch. "What's wrong? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. I just got a little spooked at the store, that's all. I'll be okay now that I'm home. Don't worry. Let's get you taken care of so we can work on that song." Yoongi opens the box, popping one of the pills out of the blister pack. He wanted to get his mind off of that woman, her words weighing heavy in his chest.
She only said those things because she was angry..
Yoongi repeats in his mind for the fifth time since he left the store.
Jimin didn't push him to talk about it, accepting the pill, downing it with some water. He knew better than to push him to talk, he'd tell him when he was ready. "Thanks for going to the store hyung.." He gives him a warm smile, wiping his nose with the side of his hand.
Jimin picks up the nasal spray, wanting to ease his swollen sinuses as soon as possible. As soon as the nozzle touches his nostril it triggers a flurry of sneezes. "hetichi! Hehitusu! Hiheiychi!. Hah...He..hetich!" He drops the spray to cover his nose, the snot coating his hands. "Ugh..that hurt..."
"You okay Jimin?"
"Yeah..my head just hurts so much.. I gotta go wash my hands though.." Jimin goes to stand, but a wave of dizziness engulfs him, tunneling his vision.
Yoongi grabs his arm to steady him. "Woah, I got you.." he pulls Jimin back to the couch. "Wait until the medicine kicks in, I'll wash you up."
He goes to the room where he left the wash cloth, retrieving it to wash Jimin up going to the bathroom to rewet it. Yoongi looks at his reflection, quickly looking away when he thinks he sees fat in his cheeks.
I did put on that much weight?
Yoongi shakes his head, pushing the thoughts away. "No, two pounds isn't much weight..it's fine. It's fine.." he quickly returns to Jimin, wiping the cloth across Jimin's face. "There, that's better, now give me your hands."
Jimin presents his hands to Yoongi, allowing the rapper to clean him up. "Sorry Hyungie, I'm gross.."
"It's fine. It's my fault for not warning you about my cat being here."
Yoongi holds his hand up, checking to see if he is still shaking. If he wasn't watching closely, the small tremors at his fingertips wouldn't be noticeable. "Let hyung help." He takes it from Jimin, putting one hand on the back of Jimin's head, the other he uses to gently push the nozzle into Jimin's nose, quickly spraying.
Jimin's nose twitches when Yoongi removed it, quickly covering his face. "Heiycu..! He..hehitch! Heh..heh...augh..." The last sneeze builds up, but never actually comes. He rubs underneath his nose. "That hurt.."
"You okay, Jiminie?" Yoongi rubs the nape of Jimin's neck. "Do you want to try the other nostril?"
"In a minute..i..I think I gotta sneeze again.." Jimin says in a nasally whine, feeling the itch returning. He continued to try to coax the sneeze out, eyes watering from the pressure. "Ha..Heh..itchii!"
Yoongi waits to see if any more were going to follow, trying to soothe Jimin with a gentle words, continuing to massage his neck. "It'll pass when the medicine kicks in."
Jimin nods, another round of sneezes building. "Heh'itchiiu...Heh'tefh! Ha..Haiugh!" He sniffles, licking his lips as his nose drips down his face.
Yoongi gets him a tissue. "You okay?"
"Yeah..sorry.. i don't feel like I have to sneeze anymore.." Jimin turns his head to try to clear his nose. "Okay..I'm ready."
Yoongi picks up the spray again, sticking it into Jimin's other nostril. This time, when he sprays, it doesn't trigger any more sneezes. "There. All done."
"Thanks Hyung.. I'm starting to feel better now.. the pressure is easing up.. can we sit out here for a bit before we work? My head still hurts.." Jimin asks, leaning against Yoongi's shoulder. The older was acting like he was fine, but he still didn't know what happened at the store.
"Of course." Yoongi leans his head on Jimin's, putting his hand close to Jimins, twitching his fingers twitching, brushing against the youngers knuckles.
"You want to hold hands, Yoongi-yah?" Jimin smiles, wrapping his hand around Yoongi's. "You're cute. You don't have to be shy." He squeezes his hand.
"This girl grabbed me while I was at the store..it freaked me out.." Yoongi says softly. "I thought I was okay with touches now, but I guess I was wrong. She wanted to take a picture but I told her no, but she took it anyway, leaning really close to me.. It was hard to breathe.."
"It's completely normal to get scared when a stranger grabs onto you. I do when I feel strangers grabbing at me at the airport.. I'm sorry you had to go through that for me.." Jimin runs his thumb across Yoongi's knuckles, nuzzling into his neck. "Thank you for taking care of me."
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UnderWelcomed
PART SEVEN
3rd Person POV:
“alphys, any luck?“ Sans says as he lays on the concrete floor. “N-Not y-yet, but m-maybe if l-look for c-clues at t-the sight...“ Alphys has been working nonstop in hopes of finding Papyrus. She never found any proof that Papyrus wasn’t dusted, but she’d never tell that to Sans. His mental health is fragile enough without thinking his brother died. With a deep breath she turns back to her computer. Suddenly, an idea hits her. “S-Sans!“ “yeah, al?“ Sans can’t help but sound hopeful. “W-What if P-Papyrus and t-the others a-are in a m-military base.“ “that's what i’ve been sayin’.“ Sans was obviously upset, but Alphys hadn’t finished speaking. “N-No, I t-think there's a b-base near t-the w-water. I-It was c-carved into M-Mt. E-Ebbot in 1773!” She rushes out to find the supply’s they would need for they journey. Undyne walks in coughing out the water she was drinking a few minutes later after hearing the news. “I’m leaving to find it now!” She says with new found hope. “Sans get our ‘army’ together! We leave tomorrow morning!” Sans’ eye sockets expand almost comically, tears of joy prick at them. “paps…”, sans whispers breathlessly, “we’re coming, bro.”
Papyrus POV:
…I don’t talk anymore… not after the incident. It’s fine though, they don’t ask questions either. I feel like I’m forgetting something, or someone important… Who? It’s not like anyone is coming for me anyway, heh… they never were.
They started to do some research on me. My soul… bone… magic… If I do well they’re not as cruel. So I do well. I think… Most of the time they have me do mental tests. I’ve always enjoyed puzzles, though these are more intense. Various times I thought I may lose my mind. They won’t let me though… I’m their’s now. I control of the human canine unit. I’m part of their army. A lieutenant... I guess I achieved my goal. Wait, what was my goal again?... Nyeh-heh I think something's wrong. They’re doing something to me. Or maybe it's that I haven’t seen anyone for the past three days... or more. Time has escaped my grasp in this place. I really wish that person I can’t quite remember was here...
“Papyrus!“ I look up and see the familiar face of Sir... I shutter, but nod as to acknowledge him. I don’t show emotions in front of anyone anymore. They got mad last time... “The army needs you to lead the canines. A group of monsters is getting close to the base. You need to stop them.“ I only nod. Monsters, just like humans left me locked up. Who would’ve thought I’d be stuck in captivity twice by humans. It doesn’t matter, I'm on the human’s side now. Not that I have a choice, I can't remember any monsters anyway. Or at least anyone specifically. Whatever they put in my food makes my mind all blurry and disheveled. “Let’s go.“ Sir says sharply. I stand up, uncertain, and follow him out of solitary ��confinement... As I always do when needed, which isn’t often. They say I'm not important anyway. He leads me to a room of dogs. Each ferocious animal quakes in fear as soon as he enters. “You leave in thirty, get yourself, the dogs, and your men ready.“ I nod once again... The dogs relax as soon as sir leaves. I conjure a few bones for them and untie the army units of fluff. A few of them come running to me and smother me. I only laugh. Though, almost silently. After the lovable canine unit is prepared I run to my fellow guards. I only order twenty men, but still, counting the dogs we make up one of the most powerful monster including armies. The moment I show up in the room they stand at attention, I motion for them to follow. Straight faced and tall, I direct them to a map I’ve set up for us. After a bit of written explanation, they all understand and agree. Then we head to battle...
Part 8 tomorrow...
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A Cruel Truth
*A video feed shows the main office of Danganronpa. We see Kazutaka Kodaka, the CEO of the company, doing his business when someone enters his office. It was a man in a black raincoat.*
Kodaka: "Yes? May I help you?"
"....I want him gone......"
Kodaka: "Hm? Could you make that clearer for me?"
???: "I want to get rid of Monokuma. His existence is a plague on my life. I can't stand looking at him for even 5 seconds. It's like a blight on my life. I hate it just as much as I hate him."
Kodaka: "Damn. SO much hate for one guy. Hehehe. Interesting. Ok. You've peaked my interest. But before I do anything rash, what's in it for me?"
???: "Views. Your audience loves Monokuma and I know that you've been facing some backlash after firing him, yeah? So let's give them more of him. More of his suffering."
Kodaka: "Watching Monokuma suffer? Interesting. This may take our company in a whole new direction. I like it. However, there are so many ways to ruin his life. What do you have in mind to go about this, mysterious fellow?"
???: "Alienate him from his folks and slowly break his spirit beyond the point of repair. I want to push him past the point of suicide. I want him to fall so deep into despair, nothing and no one can save him."
Kodaka "Hehehehe. May word. You truly hate Monokuma, don't you? I can understand why someone such as you would think this way, and I'm more than willing to help you. Ratings have been dropping since V3's.....mess of an ending. Buuut this might be the very thing we need to get back viewership. I have one idea. Buuuuut, I'm going to need to know who I'm working with first. Business confidentiality and all that, you know?"
???: "........" *The person removes his hood.*
Kodaka: "Heh. Heheheheh. I should've figured that you'd be the one who'd want this above all else. Make sense considering all the awful things he's put you through. Ok then. I may know a good starting point for you." *He takes out a piece of paper and hands it to ???.* "Use this code to get into her head. Do whatever you need to, but be careful not to get caught. Will this be of help?" *The person takes the paper and smiles.*
"Very much so....Puhuhuhuhu......Get ready, Monokuma. Your world is going to come crashing down hard around you...!" *The footage glitches and jumps ahead, where we are now seeing everything from Monodam's perspective. He's typing on a computer in a room that looks like the Mono-Manor. When he finishes, he takes a cord out of his sleeping mother.*
"Reprogramming complete. One domestic argument, coming up. Hehehe. Time to sever the 'bond' Motherkuma keeps rambling about." *He takes the laptop and walks out of the room. We jump ahead to the aftermath of the event, where Monodam is looking at Monokuma through the window, watching him having an emotional break down and near suicide attempt. Monodam chuckles.*
"Not killing yourself now, aren't ya? That's fine. I would be bored if you died now. Especially if I can't break you first, you sack of shit. Puhuhuhuhu~......" *The footage jumps ahead again, showing Monodam watching Monokuma drinking himself stupid from a window of the Monobar. Monodam hears footsteps and hides. He peaks out to find....Sayaka Maizono. It was the day Monokuma met Sayaka again after so long. Monodam watches the events take place in the bar, surprised that Sayaka would ever see any good in Monokuma in any way, annoying and angering him greatly.*
"What.....the fuck is she doing...!? He's the enemy! Kill him! Attack him! N-No! Don't fucking hug him! No way I'm allowing this to happen!" *Monodam calls Future Foundation, masking his voice and warning them of Monokuma trying to drug an innocent girl. Monodam disguises himself as a random bystander so no one would suspect a thing. He looked thrilled when the agents tried to arrest Monokuma, but got more annoyed with Sayaka the more she protested. When everything was eventually said and done, Monodam leaves the scene unnoticed.* "Bastards......I won't stand for this.....!!!" *The footage changes again to a cozy looking room in an apartment, where Hiroko Hagakure and Kyosuke Munakata lives.*
"I see......Makoto, that fool....How cna he be so trusting of that monster?"
"My thoughts exactly. Monokuma's a demon that shouldn't be shown sympathy for. He deserves to suffer and die fro all his sins."
"Yes....He does.....If Makoto will not do what is needed to protect the world and it's hope, then I will."
"....."
"Hiroko, I understand if you don't want to help me. I won't force you."
"And leave you by your lonesome? Hehehe. Yeah, not happening. Without me, you'd just land in all sorts of trouble." *She places a hand on Kyosuke's shoulder.* "And don't worry about me. i can look after myself. ok?"
"....Ok. In that case, let's get going, Hiroko." *The two starts to prepare for their mission while Dam leaves the apartment.*
"Know this, Monodam. Once I'm done with Monokuma, I'll be coming after you and the rest of your kind. I swear it." *Monodam doesn't respond. He just leave, hoping that Kyosuke succeeds where everyone else failed. The footage glitches out and we hear audio recordings. You hear the voices of Monodam and Kodaka.*
Kodaka: "Hey Monodam. What can I help you with?"
Monodam: "I need you to get rid of Monokuma."
Kodaka: "I'm guessing things with Munakata didn't workout the way you wanted?"
Monodam: "Far from it....All those dipshits keeps getting in the way and ruining everything, saying stupid shit like 'he's kind and wonderful and blah blah blah'. Those idiots are delusional. Morons. They actually allowed themselves to create this dumbass narrative that Monokuma deserves shit. He's better off dead."
Kodaka: "Alright then. Here's what I'm going to do: I'll ambush him and try to see if my new upgrades can do the trick. Even if it doesn't kill him, it should knock him into a coma. Maybe you can kill him afterwards, yeah?"
Monodam: "I'll give it some thought. But I will see the end of that dumbass bear by the end of this year one way or another." *A hang up sound is heard. You heard the audio fast forward to another call between Dam and Kodaka.*
Kodaka: "Hi, Monodam."
Monodam: "What the fuck was that about, you son of a bitch!? Who told Rule to go after Kokichi!?"
Kodaka: "Riiight. Sorry about him. He wanted to test the 'other' functions of his body. My apologies that he got out of hand."
Monodam: "Got out of hand!? He raped Kokichi, my best friend!!! How can you lose control over him!?"
Kodaka: "To be fair, you never said that Kokichi was ever off limits. How were we supposed to know that? Last I checked, you didn't think highly of the V3 cast."
Monodam: "KOKICHI'S DIFFERENT! He's soft, cute, funny, smart, and amazing! He's....He's like me! Someone who did nothing wrong and deserves absolute happiness!"
Kodaka: "Sounds to me that someone has a crush~."
Monodam: "GRRRRRRRR!!!!!"
Kodaka: "Ok ok. It won't happen again. Although, I will need a favor in return."
Monodam: "What kind of favor?"
Kodaka: "I'm getting the feeling that if you're not careful, our little collab might be discovered. If that happens, things might end badly for you. We need to do something to lead them off the trail."
Monodam: "What do you have in mind?"
Kodaka: "Let's say......a hostage situation regarding your Mother and youngest sibling?"
Monodam: "Do it."
Kodaka: "Just like that? Don't you at least care for the two?"
Monodam: "Why should I? My mother is only putting up the act because she wants to be an actual mother. And Nano, they're just s stupid kid. They know not of the evil that man has committed. I'll put up with the plan so that no one suspects a thing. Just make sure that when the chance arises, end Monokuma and never touch Kokichi ever again."
Kodaka: "Ok ok. I'll see to it this time."
Monodam: "You fucking better." *A hang up sound is heard, along with angered breathing from Dam. The recording skips ahead one more time as footage shows Monodam sitting in a chair in Kodaka's office.*
"A killing game between mascots? Really?"
"Of course! It's an amazing new year's gift to the fans, yeah? And I would like you to become our company's newest mascot!"
"And why should I? What has Danganronpa ever done for me outside of giving me life?"
Kodaka: "Look at it this way: Monokuma dies, and you get to be the star of our company. You'll obtain riches beyond riches, become more famous than Monokuma or Junko ever was, be able to meet far more Kokichis and make more friends than ever before."
"I do like Kokichi.....And I do like making friends.....One condition: You must give Kokichi 100% 24/7 around the clock protection. I don't want anyone hurting nor touching Kokichi in anyway that'll make him uncomfortable. And I'm extending that to every Kokichi I've met up to now."
Kodaka: "Of course. Although, we will need to make the abduction of you and Monokuma seem legit. So we will catch Monokuma and Kok-"
"You're not touching Kokichi. I don't give a damn about that fuck stain Monokuma, but lay off Kokichi. We have a deal, remember?"
Kodaka: "We need to make this look authentic and legit. That way, they won't suspect anything. But if you don't want to do it, then that's fine. I could just tell everyone about our...little agreement."
"Don't you fucking dare......!"
Kodaka: "Oh I would never, Dammy. But I could do it any time I want. I do wonder how your folks will react to this news. Especially the Kokichis, some of which have already taken quite a big liking to Monokuma. Maybe they'd see him as the new form of comfort and their actual bestie while you just rot away cold and alone like before. Hehehehe. Now do you see what I'm getting at?"
".............................Fine......But if Kokichi gets hurt during this 'stunt' of yours, you're dead."
Kodaka: "Splended. Looking forward to working with you, Monodam. I see great things in our future. Great things." *They shake hands as the footage glitches out. That was the last part of the footage. The footage and audio of a cruel never before known truth.*
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can you write something where Hyunjin doesn't actually know that he's allergic to cats, and danceracha is having a practice, and Minho brought his cats, and Hyunjin can't figure out why he can't stop sneezing.
Here it is. Hope you enjoy
Self Discovery
It was a relatively normal day for the members of Stray Kids. 3Racha was in the studio, working hard on the next album. VocalRacha had been asked to make an appearance in their dongsaeng’s variety show, so they were spending the next couple of days filming with the members of Xdinary Heroes. It was decided that for easiness sake XH Seungmin would go by his stage name to minimize confusion.
Meanwhile DanceRacha was planning on working on some choreography for some of the b sides of their other albums. They didn’t need to make any more choreography for any of their other albums, but there were a couple of songs the entire group felt deserved a choreo. Only, Minho hadn’t yet arrived. Felix and Hyunjin had been waiting for their hyung to arrive for the past half hour, and they were starting to worry, as their hyung is normally quite punctual. Felix was in the process of texting Minho to ask him where he was , when he entered the studio pushing a stroller.
“Hyung, what’s with the stroller?” Felix asked, completely dumbfounded as he watched his hyung carefully place his backpack on the ground. Helix recognized it as one of those bubble backpacks to carry pets in.
“Sorry I’m late guys. I was arguing with security about letting these guys in. It’s international cat day, ya know. And it’s only fair that they be treated like the gods they are and see where their human spends the day.” Minho said this nonchalantly as he opened up his backpack and opened up the stroller, letting all three cats out so they could begin exploring the practice room. Hyunjin and Felix both sat on the floor and started chatting with each other while the three felines explored their new surroundings.
The trio talked while stretching for around ten minutes before Minho got up and turned on the music. The cats were still exploring the room, but they were mostly examining the scents from their gym bags, so it was safe to start practice. They started off by warming up to other groups’ songs, such as Eleven by Ive and Good Boy Gone Bad by TXT. They finished off warm ups by dancing to Maniac. Minho and Hyunjin just kind of stared at Felix for a moment during the chorus when he started doing the Macarena instead of the choreography. The trio then broke out laughing for a couple of minutes before getting to work.
They decided they were going to start off by doing the chorus. While they were working on a specific move for the chorus, Hyunjin felt his nose begin to get itchy. He did his best to ignore and wound up rubbing at his nose a couple of times. He was relieved when the sensation went away.
They decided to start with Chronosaurus. They were currently working on a part where they had decided that the rap line was essentially going to plank, while the vocal line sat on their back before jumping up one by one. At the moment, Hyunjin was in the plank position and Minho was hovering over his back. They were discussing the best way to transition into the next move, when Hyunjin felt a much more urgent prickling sensation in his nose.
Minho had fully sat down on Hyunjin’s back, preparing to try the move they had just finished talking about. Unbeknownst to the ninety-eight liner, the oldest millennium liner was majorly struggling.
“Heh-stschh, oww.” Minho quickly got off of Hyunjin’s back when he expressed pain. Hyunjin also sat up as soon as Minho was off of him and he was rubbing his forehead. Hyunjin wound up sneezing again a moment later. Felix had gone over to the computer and grabbed a couple of tissues, then brought them over to Hyunjin.
“Are you okay Hyunjin? What hurts?” Minho asked as he tried to give the younger man an examination.
“I’m fine hyung. I just whacked my face on my fist when I sneezed.” Hyunjin said with a little bit of a blush forming on his cheeks. He shoved the tissues into his pocket then went back into the plank position. Clearly saying that he was fine to continue practice. The trio continued to work on the chorus for the next hour. Unfortunately, Hyunjin kept interrupting their flow with occasional sneezing.
They’d finally finished the chorus and were ready to start working on the first verse. Hyunjin had managed to go the previous hour without needing to blow his nose. However, his nose was now running and he was feeling rather congested. Not to mention the itch the had been plaguing him thus far. He had been doing his best to hold back the sneezes, managing to only sneeze once every several minutes. He was sure he was on the cusp of a proper fit, so he held up a finger and ran over to the tissue box.
"HEH-stschhhh, HIH-stschhh, heh-stieghhhh, hih-stschhhh-stieghschhh." The sneezes weren't necessarily loud, but they were forceful enough that they were bending him at the waist. Hyunjin's head nearly collided with the desk, but he was able to turn away in time. The last sneeze had actually propelled him forward a couple of steps, making him have to double back to get the tissues.
He looked and saw that Minho and Felix had decided to take a water break. He blew his nose a couple of times before joining them on the floor with his own water bottle. The cats had been sitting on the couch, watching the humans as they practiced. However, they got up to join the humans as soon as they realized that there were laps to investigate. Soonie had naturally gone to Minho, Doongie had gone to Felix, and Dori decided to climb into Hyunjin's lap.
“Hyunjin-ah, are you feeling okay?” Minho asked. He didn’t bring up the sneezing he’d been doing, but it was clearly the reason for the question. Hyunjin appreciates his hyung’s concern, however, he’s not entirely sure what the answer is.
“Kind of hard to say hyung. I feel okay right now, but I think I might be getting sick.”
Hyunjin sniffled when he finished talking. He legitimately felt okay. He was just sneezy and his eyes were getting watery. The only explanation he could think of was that he was in the beginning stages of a cold. Both Minho and Felix nodded in understanding, and Minho said that they would probably cut practice short so that Hyunjin could get some rest.
After ten more minutes of drinking water and relaxing with the cats, it was time to resume the choreography planning. Unfortunately, Hyunjin’s condition appeared to be declining rapidly. The amount of sniffling he’d been doing had increased significantly during the water break and he needed to blow his nose before he could resume with working. He also found his eyes beginning to itch and quickly rubbed at them in hopes of making the feeling go away.
They decided to work on the chorus a bit more, because the transition they currently had between the first verse and the chorus was a bit clunky. Hyunjin’s nose and eyes were getting progressively more itchy and he ducked into his elbow to sneeze three times. He excused himself to blow his nose again. He could feel that the itch was still there and once again building.
“HEH-stschhh, hih-stscshhh, HIH-stschhh-istschhh, heh-stieghietschhh, hih-ngxtshhieshh.” The tissues that Hyunjin had grabbed were completely soiled by the sneezing fit. He grabbed some more tissues so that he could properly blow his nose and rubbed at his eyes again in the process. Hyunjin was starting to not feel great and decided to tell Minho that he was definitely sick and needed to go home.
“Hyung, I think I should go home. I’m starting to feel good at all.” Minho nodded before looking at the younger. When he did look at Hyunjin, his eyes widened a little.
“Hyunjin, are you allergic to cats?” Hyunjin looked confused at the question.
“Not that I know of. Why?” Felix seemed to understand the line of questioning and jumped before Minho could respond.
“Jinnie, you were totally fine before hyung brought his cats. Since then you’ve been sneezing a fair amount and now your eyes are really red.” Upon hearing the last statement, Hyunjin went to rub at his eyes again, only to have Minho grab his wrist.
“Don’t do that Jinnie, you’re just going to make it worse. I’m pretty sure you’re allergic to cats. I’m going to bring my babies home, and Felix is going to bring you back to the dorm. You are going to take a shower and change your clothes. If there’s any in your medicine cabinet, you’re going to take some allergy medicine and you should start feeling better soon.” Both Felix and Hyunjin nodded and began packing up their things before leaving the room.
Felix and Hyunjin went to Hyunjin’s dorm, since that’s where his clothes are. The older member did as he was told and showered, while Felix went through the medicine cabinet to look for some antihistamines. He found the medicine and left it on the counter before leaving a note saying that he was going to his dorm to shower and change as well.
Several minutes later, both Hyunjin and Felix were now sitting in the living room of Hyunjin’s dorm. Hyunjin had a box of tissues and both men had a mug of tea. Hyunjin had to admit he was feeling a bit better after the shower, and only time would tell whether or not the meds would help. Since the trio had decided to be done for the rest of the day, Felix and Hyunjin decided to play some video games. They texted Minho what the plan was and he responded that he’d join them after he dropped the cats off at his house and showered.
The trio had been playing for a couple of hours when 3Racha and VocalRacha returned from their schedules at roughly the same time. Chan immediately got concerned at the small pile of tissues that was on the coffee table and questioned the three dancers about it.
“It’s a long story, hyung. But apparently I’m allergic to cats.” Hyunjin said somewhat nonchalantly. Both Felix and Minho snorted before Minho told the group exactly what had happened.
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