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astrologylunadream · 6 months

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Their Hidden Fantasies of You🥵👅🖤 [SPICY] (Pick a card/Tarot love reading)

Hey it's Lunadream~ Here's a special reading this time on their hidden fantasies about you, yes you, enjoy~ hope you find your message♥️

(This one gets spicy beware🔥 darker themes included.)

Notice: Only take what resonates because the most important thing is your own judgement!♡ If anything doesn't resonate, don't worry! It's not your message right now <3 (Entertainment purpose only. All rights reserved)

Now, shall we begin~? ^v^ Think of the your person, and pick whichever pile that fits the energy you're feeling~🖤♥️🖤♥️

Pile 1⛓

Pile 2🗡

Pile 3🏚

Pile 4🤝

Take your time and choose carefully with the heart~♡

On to the readings —> 🖤

Pile 1⛓

Sign energy: Choice, Distance, Crave, Important, Treat, Leo, Gemini, Mars, Sun, Neptune, 💁‍♀️👋👊🧛‍♀️

🖤Your person's energy: We have a lot of masculine energy right here so my pile 1's person is very bold and speaks their mind. You would describe them as "dreamy" and "hot" stuff like that lol so cute😍 Could he Leo, Gemini, Aries, or Scorpio, not really getting the Pisces vibe but for some of you maybe ヘ_(ッ)_/ Your person has a very fierce aura and they may have very intimidating features e.g arched eyebrows or a canine-like smile. They try to behave themselves and remain respectful, but I can tell they have it BAD for my pile 1!!🔥❤ Your person is giving off such a bad boy/girl vibe. They are so independent and no one can tell them what to do, they just do what they want~ They're a very physical person and they might sometimes get aggressive with you and lose control of themselves, this is only out of intense attraction for my lovely pile 1.😌 But they do their best to keep it together and not let their wild side get the best of them. Their voice is a huge turn on for you, and if they slick their hair back... that's when you loose it LOL🤣😳 Very strong willed individual, they have a great sense of self. The type to have a lot of admirers aswell.

💭Their hidden fantasies: Locked, Admiration, Force, Seduction, Closed, Sun, 5th house, Venus, Taurus, Virgo, 🧘‍♀️⛈🕸📆 OMGGG things just got heated in here😭😖 It's gonna be intense my pile 1's your person has some dark thoughts running around in their head. They're crazy about watching you give in, it drives them seriously. They wanna handcuff you, hold you down and force you to look at them/admire them😰😰🙊❤ Oh my gosh this is serious like they're crazy about you my pile 1... You're feeding their inner demons and aggressions they just want to unleash when you two are alone!! They want to seduce you and make you say their name... They fantasize about kissing your neck, and they wanna see how much you can take like wtf pile 1 your person is so intense and passionate about you like wow...🥵 They specifically want to make you nervous, they love the thought of you getting butterflies in your stomach as they literally consume you omg. They want to retrain and contain you while thrilling you every second... holding you down with a strong grip on your wrists as they please the hell out of you until you're moaning their name😭😭😭 Yes pile 1 that's what's in their head, and they're not telling ANYONE. Not even you... unless-👀

♥️Messages from your person: I don't wanna pressure you, I can see right through you, I can save you, It's karma, No one knows (This could be a karmic relationship you both are in together) Extra cards: Ladder, Dominant, Play, Darling, Clothes, Cancer, 6th house, Scorpio, Mars, 3rd house (WTF🥵��🌋⚠️)

Thank you my pile 1's! If you feel this resonated, you may tap the heart to claim this message!🥀

I hope you enjoyed your reading! ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ If you did be sure to let me know pile 1 with the chains emoji~⛓ Thanks for scrolling through, Hugs hugs hugs!! See you in the next reading♥️

Pile 2🗡

Sign energy: Last, Lay down, Risk, Heiress, Model, South node, 7th house, Pluto, 3rd house, Gemini, 🪑🦉♋🐅

🖤Your person's energy: This could be an ex or someone from your past, it's definitely someone you have intense feelings about. I'm getting Libra or Scorpio oh hi pluto yep definitely Scorpio placements for sure.🎯 Gemini or Virgo could be in their chart or they could have these qualities. They could have Cancer in 7th house so Capricorn rising maybe!! Or Pluto in Cancer I'm seeing. Your person may be a model, they have very model-like features especially hands. I feel like you told yourself not to keep thinking about this person at one point, now here we are LOL👏💫 Your person has a very sexy appearance, you are really attracted to this person physically but also psychologically they make you 😈. They're the type to do what their told suprisingly, I feel like it's so easy to make them do whatever you want. You might not know this pile 2 but heyy now you know their little secret~ This person feels like a gamble to be with, you might feel like you're taking a huge leap of faith with them. They could be very rich or inherited lots of wealth from relatives in their family, they could he a future CEO of a company aswell. I'm getting some powerful vibes from my pile 2's person, they know what they're capable of.😌

💭Their hidden fantasies: Call, Yandere, Meant to be, Learn, Restaurant, 5th house, Eros, Neptune, 10th house, Fire, 👥🏃‍♂️🦥😩 Ohhh my pile 2 your person is totally obsessed with you and I mean (might kill) do anything for you🤭😳 They fantasize about the two of you together, sharing your experiences and everything with eachother. They can't stop thinking about calling you, they just wanna hear your voice!!🥰 Your person has suprisingly soft and sweet thoughts of you like hugging and cuddling while watching movies, eating out and walks on the beach.🌊 They actually just really fantasize about spending time with you and getting to know eachother better. But don't forget they're a little bit crazy over you too, like I mean yandere vibes over my pile 2's.😅😨 I feel like the second you two are apart they feel awful, like nothing else matters. They just wanna be around you and keep you forever. They fantasize about having fun with you, hoping you won't run away. They're addicted to you, and they secretly love the thought of moaning for you💭😳🖤 They have fantasies about you dominating them or putting them in their place, they get so turned on when you ask them to do something for you. They love being worthy for you, omg I feel like they also fantasize kissing/touching you when you're sleeping/unconscious. They fantasize of anyone that gets close to you simply disappearing, taking you all for themself.🥰🔪❤

♥️Messages from your person: Right now, You read my mind, I'm not as great as I appear, You have a lot to offer, You're pretty (Awwweee pile 2 did you hear that???😍💖) Extra cards: Audience, Work, Dance, Head, Only one, Leo, 11th house, 2nd house, 5th house, Libra

Thank you my pile 2's! If you feel this resonated, you may tap the heart to claim this message!🥀

I hope you enjoyed your reading! ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ If you did be sure to let me know pile 2 with the sword emoji~🗡 Thanks for scrolling through, Hugs hugs hugs!! See you in the next reading♥️

Pile 3🏚

Sign energy: Red, Care-taker, Shoes, Authority, Secret admirer, Uranus, Neptune, Sun, Cancer, Aries, 👅🌁🌊🙋‍♂️

🖤Your person's energy: My pile 3's your person is a very bright and charismatic person~⭐ They have a great smile that makes it hard not to smile back. Very strong masculine vibes, could have prominent veins or muscles. They like the color red and feel drawn to it. Very likely a secret admirer or has a little crush on you. They make unique expressions especially with their mouth/tongue. May stick their tongue out often, they have a very unique tongue (just saying🙄😈❗) They may live near a bridge or body of water. They like to "wave" at people a lot haha, very friendly and outgoing. They are a very dominant type and are very assertive but also caring protective over those they care about. Care-free and fun loving individual, Their father could be very intimidating or cold. Pile 3 your person has nice ankles/feet or you may stare at their shoes at lot (because you get nervous!!🤭😳). They have your back when you need them, very supportive and helpful. I feel like they work around animals or care for them often. The type to be a shoulder to cry on, and lighten your mood.☀️ Their chest is very attractive to you, they have a very masculine chest. Seriously they just have such a dominant attitude about them!!😫😉

💭Their hidden fantasies: Black, Keep a secret, Virgo, Ability, Meant to be, 6th house, Venus, South node, 10th house, Moon, 🌡🩺💅☀️ Ohhh you guys your person has some secret thoughts abt you!! They think about you guys' past a lot, and they fantasize about a hidden love affair between you two. They want you to do as they say, submitting to their dominance.😳🥵 They fantasize about owning you, making you their little pet, controlling you, they like imagining you with a collar/leash💀🥵🥵 They want to "keep" you. Leading you, being your "savior". Taking care of you, this all makes them horny af😭 Calling your name in a commanding way, "good girl/boy" and "you did well". They can't stop thinking about your 🍒🍑, they want to touch them, grab them... the list goes on and on. Tugging on your chain, Lifting your chin up, They fantasize about the sensation of your nails on their skin. Scratches and bite marks are all up in their imagination. My pile 3 your person thinks you're so hot and meant to be with them, they want you to be theirs!!

♥️Messages from your person: Don't underestimate me, I can't control myself, You make me happy, I do, No one makes me feel this way (Ahh so cute🥰) Extra cards: Peace, Distance, 10th house, First, Eyelashes, 3rd house, Moon, Gemini, Earth, Virgo

Thank you my pile 3's! If you feel this resonated, you may tap the heart to claim this message!🥀

I hope you enjoyed your reading! ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ If you did be sure to let me know pile 3 with the haunted house emoji~🏚 Thanks for scrolling through, Hugs hugs hugs!! See you in the next reading♥️

Pile 4🤝

Sign energy: Fashion, Think outside the box, Accusation, Only time will tell, First, Gemini, Water, 2nd house, Capricorn, Scorpio, 🎭💜😢🖌

🖤Your person's energy: I'm seeing a really cute person tbh their energy is just so lovely and sweet~ They may be a painter or like drawing, could be an artist. Fashion designer is coming through, they may be into clothing. They have many charms about them, but they can be very distrustful of others. They are quick to assume things about other people, making them disappointed in nearly every encounter with someone.👥 For some reason I'm getting thay they don't get along with Gemini's easily, they could have a lot of Gemini or Mercury influence in their chart, Scorpio mercury is likely. Could be Capricorn or Taurus, They could have Mercury in the 2nd house. For a lot of you this person is a Libra rising which makes sense because of the fashion, they like aesthetically pleasing things. This could be you they find pleasing pile 4~😊 You could be dating this person but for most of you I'm getting not yet in a relationship with them. I feel like your person plays around with you often and enjoys getting on your nerves. On the other hand, they might not outwardly express themselves on the surface, actually I'm getting for some of you this person only expresses their emotions through art or creative ideas. Only then will you see a glimpse of their true feelings.🤍🖤

💭Their hidden fantasies: Boyfriend, Attraction, Tease, Foreign, End, 9th house, Virgo, Air, Taurus, Sagittarius, 💉💎🆚️♋ Hmmm okayyy we got some heavy Sagittarius energy this could be a sign that they wanna explore my pile 4's to the fullest. Your person has fantasies of taking you to a foreign place/country far away, taking you on a crazy adventure just to have you all to themselves. I feel like the wanna see how much you can take, mentally and physically. So they're always teasing you, trying to get reactions out of you. They have fantasies of biting your neck playfully and watching you freak out, they love the thought of you blushing over them. They want to please themselves with you, and surprise you with crazy fun.🥵😝💫 They wanna try so many different new things with you, and you're their test subject. They want you to see them as hot and attractive, they just wanna get you on your knees for them.🔥 Playing around, wearing you down, kissing you roughly when you're weak and vulnerable. They fantasize a lot about these sort of things with you, Your thighs are a turn on for them, as well as your neck and stomach. They want to give you marks all over so you know you're theirs. They imagine you falling head over heels for them, this is what they want the most. They want you to be in awe over them, your devotion is their biggest fantasy. And they just wanna have a crazy wild fun time😈💥💋🎆

♥️Messages from your person: I can't control myself, Give me more, I can't take anymore, You deserve the best, Because of you, I have a lot to offer (Ahh they're so into my pile 4's😍) Extra cards: Vision, Emotions, Future, Red, Expand, Mars, Cancer, Venus, Water, 6th house (They really want a future with you, they want to stay with you. They're serious you guys!!💐💍🖤)

Thank you my pile 4's! If you feel this resonated, you may tap the heart to claim this message!🥀

I hope you enjoyed your reading! ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ If you did be sure to let me know pile 4 with the holding hands emoji~🤝 Thanks for scrolling through, Hugs hugs hugs!! See you in the next reading♥️

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cheshirebitch · 1 month

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Alastor with a 1950’s housewife styled reader. When he sees her he doesn’t even understand why she’s in hell in the first place.

!!Mentions of domestic violence!!

She killed her husband for laying a hand on their child. She was slow and methodical with her kill, and when Alastor finds out he becomes enraptured by her. In awe of how proper and kind she is but how devastatingly cruel she can be if the circumstance calls for it.

He finds her duality alluring in a sense, and he’s so curious to see what fresh hell she’d let loose in hell if she decided to unleash herself upon some poor sinners.

This is my first request in a long time and I’m super tired so I hope this makes sense 😅

Oh boy, oh boy, did I love this idea and I hope I did you justice on it :)!

ℂ𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕪 𝕊𝕖𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕤

Alastor x Reader

“Alastor, dear, can you do me a favor?” I asked while smoothing my dress out nervously.

“Of course darling! What can I do for you my Angel?” Alastor started calling me that the day he met me. He was adamant that heaven messed up or I was a fallen angel for being too good. Every time he would go on one of his long stipples, I would have to keep my lips tight and calm my beating heart for two reasons. He really was too sweet to me and because I never want anyone to know my ugly truth. Not that I’m ashamed but because I don’t need everyone hunting down the man, especially considering he was alive and well in hell with me. I think he suffered considerably for his actions and I didn’t need the whole hotel, that was supposed to be a walking advertisement about redemption, trying to murder this man. Especially Alastor, he would be completely unforgiving.

He was always so polite when it concerned me and always had a compliment to throw my way.

“Mon Cher, looking elegant as always.”

“Darling, do smile more often. Hell would be much better with your sparkling smile.”

“What’s a looker like you doing at the bar by yourself? Care for company Angel?”

“Mon Cher,

“Would you be so kind to help me make dinner today? I truly didn’t expect the King of Hell to be visiting or I could’ve handled it on my own.” Exasperated that Charlie failed to mention, again, about her fathers visit. I rather not have him thinking an old housewife, such as myself, failed to uphold the standards I was raised with. This place will be spotless and perfect in two hours by my own hand, if Alastor agrees to assist me. I always batted his hands away when he’s tried before, being conditioned that all this work is only my job. My ex husband made sure I learned that too.

“Absolutely! Anything for my sweet Angel! Are you certain there is nothing else I can assist you with? Perhaps some cleaning, laundry, anything?” Alastor was leaning in towards my personal space as I pushed a finger over his massive smile. He truly is a pure gentleman despite his horrific sins he’s committed. Maybe that’s why I’m so attracted to him?

“Oh, no. Just some help in the kitchen will be fine. I just need someone to watch over the meal as it cooks so it doesn’t burn while I clean the rest of this hotel.” I smiled at him as polite as I could while trying not to tremble over the simple act of asking for help. It’s always involuntary when I flinch at a man, so much so that I’ve overheard conversations about it from the group. Charlie and Angel express their concerns to me but the rest just watch with pity in their eyes.

“Angel, certainly there is more I can do?” He gave me his smile still, slightly strained, but concern and a small hint of frustration were in those burgundy eyes. I pretended to think on it before shaking my head.

“That simply won’t do. I will handle all kitchen duties and you can clean. Don’t try to stop me.” Alastor morphed through the shadows as I raced to beat him to the kitchen, only to be met with a locked door. I huffed before giving in, but only because I was on a tight schedule. Fighting with Alastor’s stubbornness was at the bottom of my list and making sure this place was spiffy was at the top. So, I raced around on the lobby floor, cleaning everything and everything. I couldn’t help but notice how Alastor was trying to slyly send his shadow and Niffty to help. Ignoring them on purpose, faking ignorance for his sake, and kept cleaning at my full speed.

By the time I noticed there was nothing left to do, I was out of breath and was done one hour earlier than I thought I would be. That was also considering how I had two extra sets of helping hands plus the fact I didn’t have to check the kitchen at all. I smiled as I panted out, wiping the sweat from my brow. I sauntered into the kitchen, now with unlocked doors, and had my hands on my hips as I watched Alastor finish cooking everything I had laid out. I had a bandana on to keep my hair pulled up and stop the sweat from running down my neck. It was the pretty maroon and black one Alastor gave me the first year I knew him.

“Lovely to see you using the things I get you.” Without even turning around, he knew what I was wearing and didn’t degrade me for not completing these tasks completely on my own or faster. The smile spread on my face as I began to tease back.

“Always lovely to see you cooking. Don’t think I don’t see that tail wagging happily, deer.” I emphasized on his nickname being used more so as what animal he was. His ears twitched as he turned around with a playful grin. My tail whipped around behind me, showing I was teasing him playfully. He leaned closer, invading my personal space again.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Angel. I’m just helping a deer friend out.” He chuckled at his own pun, making me smile and nudge him. This is what normally happens when one of us tells a joke, it turns into a pun war. Right now though, I guess it was deer themed with a hint of good tension between us. He had us switching places, where I was the one with the counter behind me and he with nothing. Walking closer and closer, getting more into eachothers spaces with no complaints. Which of itself, others would find quite odd how Alastor wasn’t upset by myself being this close to him.

“That pun wasn’t one of your best. Dare I say, I wasn’t too fawn of that one.” His smile widened with genuine happiness without anything evil being the cause of it. It really was beautiful. I couldn’t help but morph my smile from a playful one to a genuine smile as well, full of admiration. I could even feel my eyes basically forming heart shapes for him.

“Angel?” His eyes looked relaxed along with his smile, he was still leaning so close to me I could feel his coat tickling my skin.

“Yes, deer?” He smiled more before continuing.

“How are you in Hell? Really?” My smile froze as I panicked slightly. He was someone I could see hunting my ex husband down and brutally killing for what he’s done, especially towards me and my family. My hands moved before I could stop them, gripping his with mine. His eyes looked confused at our hands before looking at me, waiting for what it was.

“Promise me, Al, that you’ll let it go after I tell you.” His eyes searched mine before he sighed out.

“You know I can’t promise that, my Angel.” One of his claws carefully brushed my cheek slowly. He started moving slower with his movements when they were towards me after noticing how I flinched. The bright red claws remained on my face as I looked away, defeated.

“It wasn’t always horrible with him, my late husband and father of my two beautiful girls.” I smiled as I mentioned my children, who have long lived their lives after my death, and both in heaven.

“But after a couple years when my youngest turned four, Paul wasn’t the same. He was laid off from his fancy office job and started drinking when he couldn’t find work. We had to sell our home and move. I started working at a couple diners and cleaning for a couple homes, anything to make the bills.” My smile turned sad as Alastor’s turned strained the second I spoke of alcohol. His grip tightened slightly but never enough to hurt me.

“He would get angry when I came home late, how the house was a mess, when the children got fussy, and just anything that involved work for him. That’s when I got tired and mouthed off.” Alastor’s upper lip curled in disgust at what was about to be spoken next.

“He didn’t like that, slapped me back in place.” Alastor’s eyes squinted.

“I think you’re downplaying it, Angel.” I sheepishly grin, knowing he’s right.

“A little.”

“Tell the truth now, darling.”

“He beat me till I couldn’t stand anymore. I tried fighting back but…” I shook my head and felt my eyes burning.

“I was just a silly housewife.” He took his claw and gently swiped away a fallen tear. It was the only tear I will let fall.

“I only said enough when he went to hit the oldest for trying to pull him off of me.” Tension was rising up my spine and locking my jaw tight. Alastor’s radio static picked up even more the second I spoke that sentence. I could feel his anger radiating from him.

“I hated him for it, so much so I killed him.” I looked up at Alastor right when his eyes dilated, recognizing the shock and admiration that was swirling in his eyes. His smile spread out across his face more as the radio static cut silent, then he spoke without any static in his voice.

“My, my, what have we got here? Dare I say my Angel is really a demon after all?” I could tell he said it with slight humor, still thinking I’m too pure to be in hell.

“I poisoned him for months with rat poisoning in his alcohol. He chose his own death, I just sped it up. Everyone thought he died of alcohol poisoning but it was me. I’d do it again if it meant my kids never had to see that ever again. He could’ve lived if he just chose his family over the alcohol.” I shrugged with no remorse for my actions.

“While he was getting more and more ill, I would watch from the doorway of our bedroom, where he slept. Just holding a kitchen knife and sharpening it, watching him sleep horribly.” Alastor smiled wider, wider than I thought possible really, and dipped me down gracefully. His arm behind my back holding me completely as his other hand delicately glided his ruby claw down my cheek.

“Mon Cher, penser que je ne pourrais pas t'aimer davantage.” **

Alastor was immediately thinking about how he’d worship her forever and was intrigued to see what fresh hell she would unleash by his side with this daunting loyalty and protective spirit. He also took note to pay a visit to dear ol’ Paul, the current bartender that replaced Husk at the casino in town.

** translation - “My dear, to think that I couldn’t love you more.”

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mint-yooxgi · 5 months

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Depravity - Yandere!Wolf!Bang Chan

Yandere AU & Wolf AU - First Person POV

Genre: Mature, Smutty Themes, Internal Monologue

Pairing: Bang Chan X Implied Chubby!Fem!Reader

Words: 2,024

Warnings: Establish relationship. Predator/prey dynamics, and implications of consensual non-consent (cnc). This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: I honestly had a lot of fun writing this, so I hope you enjoy it, too! It's feral, but sweet? At least, in my opinion lol... Anyways, Feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy!~

The Fourteenth of The Feral Drabbles

I can smell you.

Oh, Baby Girl, knowing you’re as excited for this as I am just makes needing to catch you all the more sweeter. The pull you have on me is even stronger than that of the moon itself, and tonight, you’re mine.

I’ll admit, when you first suggested that I chase you around the woods like this, I was a little hesitant. Surprised would be an understatement, considering I thought I was dreaming again. There was no way you were letting one of my deepest fantasies come to life. Yet, here we are.

I wouldn’t want it any other way.

The mental image alone of how your eyes lit up in excitement after I agreed to this fuels every movement I make. I need to get to you. I need to have you. There’s no escaping your fate, Baby. I’ll catch up to you, and when I do, you better be ready. After all, it was you who told me to unleash the beast.

He craves you. I have always craved you. Since the first moment I saw you, I knew that we were meant to be. I did everything in my power to ensure you only ever saw the best of me, but you’ve secretly wanted me to let loose. All this time, and I thought you were perfectly content with me being nothing but a gentleman.

Oh, how wrong I was.

You seek the thrill of the hunt, too. If only I had known sooner, I would have gladly made your heart shudder as it is now while I chase you through the foliage, creeping closer with each step.

I can hear everything, you know. I can hear the way your breath hitches with every snap of a twig. You heart stutters each time my footsteps approach you. I can tell you’re trying to be sneaky, but there’s nothing you can do that would throw me off your trail. Your very being calls to me, and like hell am I letting you slip away.

Though, I’m not unreasonable. I even gave you a head start, just like you wanted. The goal is to end in our little cabin, deep within the darkness of the woods. No one to disturb us; I can have you all to myself.

I plan to make you scream tonight, Baby Girl; only you, me, and the moon.

Tracking you has never been easier. I’m already attuned to your every move. I have to be. I care too much about you to not know every little detail I can about the beauty I plan to spend the rest of my life with. Our story will be timeless, as will our love. I’ll make sure of it, even if it’s the last thing I ever do. I’m never letting you go, though from the way your excited giggles fill the air, I can tell you don’t want me to, either.

With every passing moment, your scent becomes stronger. I could end this quickly, but you wanted to draw this out. Besides, I want to give us a satisfactory prelude to the night I’m about to give you. You told me not to hold back, and the longer I spend hunting you, the more that burning desire within me swirls and builds.

Fuck- I can’t wait to have you spread out beneath me, naked and trembling in ecstasy. I want to see your eyes roll, and your thighs shake. I want to hear you scream my fucking name, praising the moon for bringing us together just as it has always been fated to be. I plan to take everything from you, and give everything of me in return. I won’t stop until we’re both satisfied, Baby Girl. I’ll show you just how insatiable I can be…

I’m getting closer, I can tell. I wonder if you’ll be able to see my golden eyes cutting through the darkness. You told me not to hold back, and I don’t intend to. Of course, I promised not to chase you in my true form, that’s just unfair. There wouldn’t be a chase if I did that, and I swore I would never hurt you. Though, it would be fun to see your reaction when a large, handsome wolf comes bounding up to you, only for it to shift into me in the next second.

Perhaps next time…

Just wait until you see how strong I can be. All those times I’ve held you close, I’ve cut back on how tightly my arms would wrap around you. Now, I don’t have to. You want me to lose control. You want me to claim you, just as I’ve always desired. By the time I’m done with you, all you’ll be able to think about is the way my hands feel all over your body. Your mind will be so consumed by the pleasure of it all, the only thing you’ll be able to remember is my name. My fingers will leave marks all over your skin, igniting a fire over your body just as your touch does to mine. Tonight, as with every other night, I serve you. I will always serve you.

Fuck- just thinking about the way my fingers are going to sink into your plush skin makes me quicken my pace. I want to feel you beneath me, squirming and begging for more. I want to make your hips buck into my mouth as my tongue explores every dip and crevice of you. I already know you taste amazing, but tonight, it’ll mean that much more.

Oh, Baby… I can’t wait to feel you dripping all over me. My fingers ache to be buried in that tight little cunt of yours. My lips long to be pressed against every inch of your body. A body which brings me to my knees every single goddamn time I look at you. If only you could have heard the way I whined for you when this whole thing started. I’m desperate, Baby, and you should know that it’s all for you. All because of you, and once I’ve unleashed him, there’s no turning back.

I’m going to have you fucking begging me for more as my tongue buries itself in that precious cunt of yours. I can’t wait to taste you, and have you dripping down my chin like you usually do. I want to feel your thighs squeezing around my head as I drown in that addictive nectar that flows from between your legs. I’m gonna fucking lose myself in you, just like I always do.

Hmm, I wonder how many times I can make you squirt? Five? Six? …Seven?

No matter. I plan to lose count, anyways.

I’m almost there…

With every step I make, there’s a steady crunch of leaves beneath my feet, and I can heart your heartbeat growing louder and louder. Even you can tell I’m close, and that only makes the thrill rushing through my own veins that much stronger. Once I catch you, I’m dragging your ass back to that cabin and having my way with you. There’s no escaping the monster lurking in these woods. He belongs to you, and he always will.

Oh, you cleaver little minx…

You purposely threw me off with your scent. You left a little gift for me to find, and at the giggle I can hear drifting through the air, I can still tell you’re close. Only now, I’m not holding back. My Baby is walking around these dark, cold woods without a shirt on. I can’t let you weather the elements like that alone. What type of beast would I be if I let My Girl get cold?

Your playfulness might just be your downfall.

I’m coming for you, Baby Girl. You ain’t seen nothing, yet.

Alright, then…

Ready or not, here I come…

Every sense I have is honed in on you. Your scent, your breathing, your heartbeat. I can feel you surrounding me, and even I can tell my eyes are getting darker with each passing moment. The beast is lurking beneath the surface, just waiting to come out. I can practically taste the desire and excitement rolling off of you, and it only makes me move faster.

I need to get to you. Now.

Low growls escape me, my teeth sharpening into fangs as my claws extend. I know you can hear me using the trees to propel myself towards you, leaving my marks on them just as I’m going to leave my marks all over you.

My eyes scan the woods frantically, low snarls escaping me with every breath. I can hear you. I can smell you right in front of me, yet you’re not-

My breath hitches, and I look up, a wild grin pulling at my features as pride swells in my chest.

Clever girl.

Have I ever told you that I love it when I make your heart skip a beat? You seem to enjoy it when I grin like this, but I never thought I’d get this type of reaction from you. Perhaps I should do it more often… There truly is no greater feeling than knowing the effect I have on you.

That’s it, Baby Girl, let me hear your heart race as you attempt to climb further up the tree you’re in. It’s cute that you think you can escape me now.

It takes me no time at all to race up the tree, appearing right in front of you in the blink of an eye. The way your breath hitches is music to my ears. And that spike of arousal? Divine.

I’ve got you now.

Struggle all you want, I’m never letting you go. Though, it’s quite amusing to feel you attempt to break free from my hold, even as I jump down from the tree. I always told you that I could easily carry you if I wanted to, and getting to prove that fact now only makes this moment that much more sweeter. Your body was made for me, and mine for you. See how well we fit together?

The warmth of your skin against my shoulder only makes my own heart race that much faster. Fuck, Baby- you said anything goes, but just being able to hold your ass in my hand as I carry you towards the best fucking night of our lives is making my head spin. Always so plush and soft…

Can’t wait to have my hands all over you…

You’ve already made me so fucking hard from all the thoughts about what I’m going to do to you. From your intoxicating scent that surrounds me, I can already tell you’re fucking dripping, too.

Do you like the fact that I’ve been stalking you around these woods without a shirt on, letting you see all of me as I hunt you down like the precious little prey you are? Do you feel the electricity between us as your bare skin touches mine? Can you feel the way you make my own heart race, aching for you inside my chest? Everything I am, everything I do… Do you know that it’s all for you? That I’ve always been all for you?

No matter. Tonight, I’ll show you. There’s not an inch of this plush body that will go untouched by me. Lips, hands, cock, tongue… everything I am is yours tonight, Baby. You’re mine, just as I am yours.

That’s it, Baby Girl, go ahead and whimper my name like that all you want. Beg for me… It’ll only makes the beast inside that much more desperate to claim you. I’ve kept him at bay while the chase was on, but as soon as we step through that cabin door, you’ll see a whole new side of me.

I would never hurt you, though. Even I have my limits. That being said, I’m not finished tonight until you’re either begging me to stop, or you pass out from the pleasure of it all.

Finally, the beast is going to claim his prize.

It’s you. It will forever and always be you.

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sulfurz · 10 months

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ೃ༄ CONSCIENCES EDGE (randy orton x fem!reader, ft. edge)

ೃ༄ PAIRING: randy orton x fem! reader, brief edge x fem!reader (just flirting)

ೃ༄ REQUESTED BY: anon

hi! can i request randy orton x fem!reader when they are dating and in a tag team match but against each other. and randy’s opponent keeps flirting with (y/n) in front of him to gets him mad. please :)

ೃ༄ WARNINGS: possessive!randy, slightly suggestive, edge being a taunt

ೃ༄ WORD COUNT: 1.4k

ೃ༄ NOTE: anon i really hope this is at least somewhat what you wanted because i had SO much fun with this request eek (as you can tell by how fast i wrote it). pls excuse the self indulgence that is: me adding adam as y/n’s partner but truthfully i would love to be in a sandwich between randy and adam so it just felt right (title pun is 110% intended)

the wwe universe knew two things for certain about randy orton:

1. he was an absolute monster in the ring.

2. he adored you.

when the two of you first debuted your relationship, he made the latter very clear, never missing an opportunity to have his hands on you — whether this be on your waist, his fingers in yours, or the possessive hold when he stood with his fingers dancing over your ass. randy orton did not share his women, and you were no exception.

so when the storyline called for you to turn on him, the wwe universe went up in flames. whilst some were undoubtedly unsure on how said story would unfold, most were exhilarated by how you came out night after night to sabotage the man you once loved front stage and centre. you were one of the greatest heels most fans had seen, and despite your villainous position, they loved you all the more for it.

of course, they never knew what went on backstage. how after you taunted the man in the ring, you’d fall straight back into his arms in a hotel bed that you wouldn’t leave until the morning.

it was when the story called for teaming up that people really lost their minds. a series of backstage segments that followed randy as he sought out someone to finally take you down. he settled on none other than than trish stratus in all of her powerful glory — your current competitor for the title, and that was when all hell broke loose. in a title match against trish, just as you began readying up for your finisher, randy ran in to prevent trish from losing her title, and solidifying themselves as the team which you would go up against.

then it was your turn to shine, a setup for how you’d end up here. trish and randy had promised a battle, and you were going to give them one in what the crowd believed would be a handicap match. you, and the writers, had other plans.

all three of you had taken the stage, ready to fight it out for the greatest prize of all, bragging rights, when the lights went dark once more. a known, and feared you think you know me? echoing through the dark arena. the crowd could clearly see randy’s face, the expression of shock as his former tag team partner turned enemy entered the arena and came to stand by your side — then the stage was set.

unbeknownst to your competitors, you and edge had an agreement. you’d follow the choreography, stick to the plan, except it was always fun to rile your out of ring boyfriend up, and who better to take the lead than the rated r superstar himself?

as the match started, you and trish taking first turn, you wasted no time in flooring trish, watching as she sold it to the crowd whilst you waltzed back to where edge stood at ring side. he didn’t touch you to avoid tagging himself in, but his intent was evident as he leant over the top rope, swiping his tongue along his bottom lip.

“i’d let you do that to me any day, sweetheart.”

from the other side of the ring, over the roar of the crowd you could hear the faint growl of your boyfriend, followed by movement as he stalked closer to observe the interaction.

trish recovered quickly, and the two of you returned to going back and forth for several minutes until she unleashed her cat fight move on you, and it was your turn to sell. if you glanced behind you from where you lay on the floor, you could see the watchful eyes of randy darting between your pained position on the floor, and your tag partner who was positioned in a crouch, undoubtedly showing randy he was staring at your ass.

when you dragged yourself to the side, eye to eye with a curled over edge, you were hyper aware of how randy watched intensely.

edge grinned, a knowing look in his eye as he made sure randy heard every word. “you look good when you’re all worked up.”

you smirked, unable to hide your own amusement at the snarl you heard from your right, before outstretching your hand to allow edge to tag himself in.

carefully, you rolled under the bottom rope, trish doing the same. but before your feet had even landed on the floor, randy had dragged edge into the ring and delivered a harder than necessary back elbow to the man’s chest. you winced for the sake of the show, but couldn’t deny the way your heart swelled seeing your boyfriend so agitated over you.

once again; randy orton did not share his women, and this was no different.

the two men put on a good show, wrestling back and forth with a series of high rope moves from both that most wrestlers wouldn’t dare perform. as scripted, edge managed to get randy with a spear before the latter kicked out of an undeniably dirty pin, but it just gave the man the perfect opportunity.

he tagged you in slyly, reaching for your hand but instead making sure he bypassed at the last second and made the contact via running his hand down the side of your waist and to your ass. the crowd roared as you and trish took your places again, but the look on randy’s face as he was pushed out of the ring by his own partner was immortalised in your brain forever.

it was a look that said everything: you’re mine.

when the battle began again, you were hyper aware of the weakened shouts from an (acting) injured edge, showering you with compliments that had you pretending to preen until suddenly they all stopped. you glanced to your side to see the cause of the silence, being greeted by the unplanned side of randy having edge pressed against the ropes, hands on the man’s shoulders until edge was forced to flip back into the ring.

the commotion was enough to distract you so that trish could execute a clothes line, knocking you to the ground as she tagged randy back in to continue whatever shallow beat out he was doing on your partner.

edge was well and truly down by now, and you made your attempt to exit the ring and let him fend for himself when a firm hand wrapped around your wrist.

instead of being met by your partners tag, you were pulled into the strong chest of randy himself, the man wasting no time before crashing your lips together. unplanned, but welcomed, you couldn’t help but kiss back just as forcefully, not caring that the cameras were catching every moment of the heated make out session right in the middle of the ring.

one of randy’s hands slipped down to exactly where edge’s had been, giving your ass a firm squeeze to elicit a gasp that let him deepen the kiss. it was filthy, and borderline offensive to the tv rules, but when randy pulled back and you saw the fire in his eyes, you were about ready to jump him right there.

one last bite to your shoulder and randy was moving again, stalking towards where edge lay writhing near the corner of the ring. he moved him just enough to pin him without a rope break, and when edge was unable to kick out, randy and trish solidified their dinner status. but, instead of moving to celebrate with his partner, randy walked straight back to your side.

his lips were back on yours again, this time pulling your teeth between his bottom lip in a show that would surely have you pulled into the office post match. you couldn’t bring yourself to care, not as one of his hands gripped at your waist, the other holding your head by the back of the neck so you couldn’t escape the kiss even if you wanted to.

not that you wanted to.

when he finally broke away, eyes ablaze as the crowd lost their minds, you could see the redness in his face from the possessiveness.

he looked like he wanted to eat you alive, and you welcomed every thought of it.

“you’re mine.” he punctuated his words with a kiss to the side of your mouth, open mouthed and dirty as could be. “only mine.”

“i know.” you whispered, enjoying the sensation of randy’s lips travelling down your neck. he didn’t care for rules in that moment as he latched his lips to the crook of your neck, a gasp leaving your own mouth before you could stop it. you raised a weak hand to the back of his neck as your knees buckled under the very public attention “only yours.”

3. above every woman in the world, randy orton had never, and would never share you.

details on how to request on my page

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gremlinaristocrat · 5 months

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Overthinking Sylvie’s Strategy

So, I know the Gio&Molly vs Sylvie fight in Ep2 was mostly about getting the protagonists to show off their personalities and powers . . . but I think if you read (way too far) into the strategy Sylvester uses it tells you a surprising amount about him.

Start at the start. Sylvie overhears our heroes talking about how they’re villains. Instead of sneak attacking them while he has the drop on them, he starts a dialog, to confirm they’re actually bad guys (and maybe to satisfy his own desire for drama and/or indulge in his sense of invulnerability). Gio responds by confirming he’s a criminal, calling Sylvie a kid and initiating combat.

It’s kind of overshadowed by what he does later in the fight, but the doc is pretty reasonable early on; I get the feeling he’d have been even more willing to talk things out if dealing with Indus’ stupidity and Mera’s manipulation hadn’t shortened his already-short fuse and made him Done with Trying To Talk To People.

Sylvie’s first move is to use sleep pollen like he did with Indus earlier; unlike all his other attacks, he doesn’t call its name when he uses it, probably to minimize the chances that his targets will figure out what it does in time to stop it. This is a 10/10 opener, with the potential to harmlessly incapacitate enemies and end fights before they start.

When that fails thanks to Molly’s quick thinking and Gio’s creativity, he follows it up with Counting Sheep. This is another solid decision, and unlike the last one, it actually works out for him: his minions swiftly swarm and overwhelm his opponents.

Pictured: Flawless Victory.

Note that – as far as I can tell – Sylvie has basically won at this point. Molly and Giovanni have no way to stop the sheep before they nibble and poof them into unconsciousness; all he has to do is stay the course.

And then our boy screws up. He banishes his own army – or maybe incinerates them, the animation isn’t clear on that point – in order to confront a twelve-year-old girl with her worst nightmare, while having no idea what that nightmare is or how he’d be able to use it.

He also picks this point to sacrifice his vantage point, achieving no obvious gain. I don’t think Jello did this on purpose, but it fits very well that Sylvie literally gives up the high ground for no reason – while forcing his opponents onto a different patch of high ground – at the same time he’s metaphorically doing that.

Let me psychoanalyze the psychoanalyst: what the hell is the good doctor thinking when he unleashes (almost literal!) hell on the adorable cosmic brownie? What’s going through his head when he passes up sure victory for the chance to re-traumatize a child?

Well, it’s possible that Counting Sheep drains stamina faster than it appears to (though he doesn’t seem winded after using it). It’s also possible that he��s worried about one of them using ranged attacks on him, and feels the need to end the fight ASAP. The magic system in EE is intentionally kind of loose and vibes-y, so there’s an endless list of possible excuses.

That said, I think the most likely answer to “what was he thinking?” is “absolutely nothing”. This whole thing looks like a (legitimately!) clever synergy-exploiting strategy he thought up a while back, rarely or never got to see in action, and is just unreflectively executing on even though a more humane approach would have straight-up let him win.

I didn’t notice this until the Youtube comments pointed it out, but I think it’s neat Gio never calls Sylvie a kid again after he finds out the doc has issues with it (except that one time he does it to signal that he’s putting on a show for the cops). He’ll mock you mercilessly, and maybe steal your stuff, but our glorious pink-haired overlord will not use That Word You Dislike to describe you once he knows you dislike it.

Anyway, back to the fight. Sylvie tries to negotiate with his prisoners in the Flame Vortex, since apparently his Psychology PhD never taught him that confronting people with their literal worst nightmares might make them unreasonable and/or push them to extremes. Gio escapes with Molly; Sylvie doubles down on the Nightmare Fuel; Gio responds by thwacking a ball of yarn at him.

This is another point at which – again, as far as I can tell – Sylvie has basically won. The fact that Giovanni resorted to such weird and desperate measures suggests Gio & Molly don’t have any better ways to attack or escape from their current position. All the alleged genius needs to do is take cover behind an exhibit and let his summons finish the criminals. Instead, he cancels his own winning move (again!) so he can summon Dr Beefton, escalating (again!!) in a way that doesn’t actually help him (again!!!).

Like, seriously, what was the plan here? There are a lot of words you could use to accurately describe Sylvie’s colleague/alter-ego/fursona, but ‘agile’ and ‘nimble’ aren’t among them; if Gio and Molly had decided to hold onto their high ground on general principles after Sylvie (apparently) fainted, or if they’d sprinted off in different directions instead of trying to stand their ground, what would he have done then?

From here on out, the beef revolves around Beefton. This tells us very little about Sylvie, except maybe in terms of how much frustration he’s repressing, and what being powerful means to him.

Pictured: What Peak Performance Looks Like

So, what does all this say about Sylvie? He’s clever, willing to hear people out, and merciful when he can get away with it; however, he makes dumb or pointlessly cruel decisions under pressure, and follows a prescribed plan instead of adapting to the enemy; will escalate when surprised or provoked, even when it’s counterproductive, choosing moves which feel strong instead of ones which make sense. In summary, he’s the world’s smartest dumbass, and (at least in this part of the story) acts more like a stereotypical cop than the actual cop character.

He’s getting better quickly, though. I think a lot of this is symptomatic of him being new-ish to fights, and especially new to fights where people get hurt and/or which last more than one move . . .

Yeah, it shows, and not in a good way.

. . . since he gets more flexible and responsive when fighting Mera . . .

Pictured: Character Growth

. . . though, uh, apparently not enough for him to realize that he could demoralize her and/or broker a truce by offering to remove her Epithet with the amulet if he wins.

Out-reasoned by the tweenager; that’s embarrassing.

#epithet erased #sylvester ashling #overthinking

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cringemesstickles · 6 months

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Tickle Monster’s Meal

(TickleTober Day 26: Counting)

Summary: Sam is being particularly sassy.

Pairing: none

Word Count: 1,067

A/N: ikik it’s lee!sam again.

I CANT HELP MYSELF HSBDBDHS

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It was a typical day in the men of letters bunker; Sam was at the library table, scrolling through his laptop while Dean sat across from him, flipping through a car magazine.

Sam was in a particularly sassy mood today; dropping sly insults, making snarky remarks, even just rolling his eyes when he thought Dean said something stupid.

At first, Dean didn’t care all that much since Sam was always pretty sassy… but when his little brother made the comment that he did, all hell broke loose.

“Dean, you really need to start listening to good music; this crap is seriously outdated.” Said the younger Winchester, looking up from his laptop and shooting his older brother a smug look.

Dean looked at the younger with a look of disbelief.

“Outdated?! Sam, the classics never expire!” He defended, pointing a finger at his little brother, who only rolled his eyes as he prepared his next snarky comment.

“Well it’s certainly been replaced by newer and better songs.”

Dean switched off the radio and closed his magazine dramatically, giving Sam his full attention.

He knew exactly what Sam wanted.

If Sam wanted to play, they were gonna play.

“Ten, nine, eight,” He began counting down, noting the confusion in Sam’s face.

“What are you- oh no. no, no, no, no, no-” Realization settled in for Sam and he knew exactly what Dean was planning.

Without waiting another moment, he leapt up from his seat and bolted towards the halls, searching for a place to hide.

His heart raced as his brother continued to count down.

“Five, four,”

Shit, shit, shit, he was almost out of time.

Thinking fast, he slipped into the closest room, which happened to be Dean’s.

He carefully closed the door and knelt by the desk, hoping it would suffice.

“Two, one. Prepare for the tickle monster, little brother!” Dean called out, a smirk on his face.

He crept through the bunkers halls like a lion stalking its prey.

Sam tried his best to keep quiet, but the anticipation was making it very difficult.

“You’re only delaying the inevitable, Sammy… and the inevitable involves lots and lots of laughter~” taunted the elder, pausing in between his teases to listen for any giggles.

Meanwhile, Sam could feel those giggles bubbling up, as well as Dean’s fingers skittering all over his tickle spots… his brother was just too damn good at building the anticipation!

“I mean, just imagine it Sammy… my fingers scribbling and scratching all over that ticklish skin of yours. I can practically hear your laughter!”

Sam could hear Dean’s footsteps getting closer and closer and he just couldn’t hold it in anymore; a giggle slipped from his lips and he instantly became aware of how screwed he was; when the footsteps stopped is when it REALLY kicked in how screwed he was.

“Oh, Sammy~ I know you’re in there…” Dean teased, opening the door to his room.

Sam shot up and tried to maneuver around his older brother, but to no use.

Dean caught him around the waist and pushed him on the bed, instantly wriggling his fingers up and down Sam’s sides.

“DEHEHEAN, NOO- I’M SOHOHORRY!” The taller hunter squealed, squirming under the electric sensations caused by his skilled older brother.

The elder grinned, taking in the clear joy on his little brother’s face. He knew his brother more than anyone and he could tell that Sam was enjoying every second of this.

“Too late! You’ve unleashed the tickle monster with all your sass, and he’s hungry!” He skittered nimble fingers up to the ribs, lightening the touch to add more suspense.

“You know, the tickle monster is inquiring about your ribs… wants to make sure you have them all before he… digs in!”

He let his claw shaped hands vibrate against the bones, earning a shrill shriek from Sam, his loud happy laughter filling the room.

“DEHEHEE, NOO! DON’T YOU D-DAHAHARE!!” He flushed bright red, looking at his brother with sparkling eyes filled with excitement, getting a low chuckle from said brother.

“Sorry, Sam… the tickle monster likes to make sure his meal has all the ingredients he requires. I’m sure you won’t mind if I just count your ribs and make sure they’re all there~”

Without waiting for a response, he started counting, massaging the sensitive bone.

“One… two… three- hey! You made me lose count with all that giggling! Now I have to start over…” Taunted Dean, huffing with feigned irritation, relishing the way Sam’s eyes widened with terror.

“NOO!! I HAVE TWENTY FOHOHOUR!! ALL HUMANS DOHOHO!!” Sam guffawed, though he couldn’t science his way out of this situation; not that he really wanted to…

“I’ve just gotta be sure, Sam! What if you lost one?! The tickle monster needs his meal in one piece!” Dean exclaimed, grinning wickedly.

“Now, let’s try this again… one, two, three, fourrr…” He scratched his index finger into the fourth rib, sending shocks of tickles through Sam’s nervous system.

“NAHAHAH- DEHEHEAN!!! I WONT BE SAHAHA- SASSY ANYMOHOHORE!!” Pleaded the younger Winchester, tears beginning to form in his eyes.

Dean felt his heart melt at the sight of his little brother so happy.

He’ll wrap it up soon, but first, he wanted to do one last thing.

“You know what, Sam? The tickle monster is on a schedule today, so lucky for you, he’ll take what he can get and he’ll just eat it now!”

With that explanation, he rolled Sam’s shirt up to reveal his bare skin and without any hesitation, leaned down and blew a loud raspberry against the ticklish ribs, eliciting a snort and a squeal.

“EEK- DEHEHEE!! NOT THAHAHAT!!”

His thrashing had doubled, twisting side to side in desperation as his brother blew raspberry after raspberry on his ticklish skin.

His cheeks were rosy and sore from smiling, but he felt so undeniably happy.

When Sam’s laughter went silent, Dean pulled away and let out a laugh of his own, rolling off of Sam and letting him calm down.

“Mahahan… I always forget how ticklish you are, Sam.” He laughed, affectionately ruffling his brother’s hair.

Sam smiled up at his big brother, a smile of contentment.

“How did you knohohow? That that’s what I wanted?..” he asked shyly, averting his gaze.

Dean only smiled.

“Big brothers know everything about their little brothers…”

It was a simple explanation, but one that sam accepted.

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annie-creates · 1 year

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Not the proudest moment

Pairing: Lady Lesso x reader

Genre: fluff

Words: 1700

Note: I feel like I've seen a similar request for another author and I don't know if it was you but either way I'm happy to get a request and I hope you'll like it cause lately I feel like my fics aren't doing so good and it's taking my mood down.

You were the luckiest girl in the world. That might be an exaggeration, but at times you felt like one. Like the moment Lesso first kissed you. When she took you out on a date. When you saw all the love in the world in her beautiful orbs. Some would say you couldn’t be happier. That however improbable it was you’ve found your happy ending in her. Yet lately it didn’t feel like one. Your relationship reached the stage where you’d normally walk around holding hands and move in together, but any time you tried to suggest either of those things, Lesso had any and every reason not to.

“Honey we’ve been over this. You’re an ever, I’m a never. Do you know what it would look like?” the dean rubbed her face.

“So what, you’re ashamed of me?” you frowned.

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Lesso tossed her hair.

“Go to hell Leonora.” you sweared at her and left her room, not wanting to argue over this anymore. You’d think that when she trusted you enough to let you know her real name she’d trust you enough to have a real relationship too.

You have avoided your girlfriend after the last argument for about a week now. It wasn’t making you happy, and she was equally miserable without your attention, yet neither of you wanted to back down from your demands. You wanted to show the world how happy and lucky you got with this girl. She was scared to show her weak spots and afraid that it could rub the fate in the wrong way and you’d be taken from her. Evil didn’t get happy endings after all.

Your misunderstandings went out the window however when dangers seeped into the school. Rafal, an old legend that should have been long forgotten, got in and unleashed chaos. He incited your students against each other, resulting in a war and revolt rising in the school, tearing it apart. He indulged in mayhem and anarchy, gaining power from the confusion. The staff met in a hurry once they realized what’s going on, you and Leonora forgetting your reservations for the benefit of coming up with rational unbiased resolution. You split into groups, each one having their own task to deal with.

Lady Lesso, professor Dovey and professor Espada were trying to tear the students from each other’s throats in the main hall while you, Anemone, Sheeks and Castor went to deal with Rafal who nested in the towers. Leonora was confident in you and your abilities, but she also knew all the nasty tricks Rafal was capable of and it worried her. She couldn’t even imagine something bad would ever happen to you and now it was a very real possibility. Even when she had her own work to do right now, part of her mind was occupied with you.

Your group on the other hand was as ready as possible charging at the king of evil. The fight was long and nasty. You all took your portion of injuries, but in the end you defeated Rafal. It took a toll on everyone involved. Castor had problems standing with his ankle being badly twisted and you were pretty sure Sheeks got a serious concussion. But the worst seemed to be the stab would in your tight. You were loosing blood, and you were loosing it quickly.

“I’m gonna get you to the infirmary.” Emma Anemone ordered while trying to get you to stand up.

“You won’t. Don’t you remember the spell we casted? We’re not getting out of here unless someone from the outside unlocks it.” you reminded her sitting up prompted by a column.

With sorry eyes Emma put pressure on your wound with every piece of fabric she had at hand. You were feeling a little dizzy and you couldn’t help but feel scared. You’re gonna die here and the last thing you said to your girlfriend was that she can go to hell. Admittedly not your proudest moment. All you wanted was for her to be the last person you’ll see when you die, but apparently this wish wasn’t to be granted by the destiny.

On the other side of the castle the staff finally got the children to calm down and cooperate. With Rafal’s presence gone from their minds, they sobered up from the haze realizing their mistakes and horrendous actions. Everyone got to repairing what they could immediately, letting the teachers have a breather. And god did they need it. Dovey’s dress was teared, her crown lost somewhere in the crowd. Lesso was heavily leaning on her cane in a desperate need of sitting down, her hair disheveled and her coat unbuttoned. One would say they just escaped the night in the blue forest if they didn’t know better.

“Do we have any news from Emma and her group?” Dovey asked princess Uma, hoping they’re also done with their quest.

“Not yet. I don’t really know what’s going on with them, or where exactly they are.” the teacher answered picking up Leonora’s interest. She isn’t patient enough to just sit and wait for bad news about you.

“We need to find them.” she said already heading out of the hall with Dovey and the others closely following. It was probably the first time the other dean didn’t contradict her.

The search for you didn’t take more than thirty minutes. To you however it felt like eternity. You were tired, not only from the fight but also from your injury now. Emma was sitting next to you holding your hand and whispering sweet reassurances to soothe you. All you could think about was how desperately you wanted your lover to be here by your side. You were grateful for you colleagues, but the idea of leaving this world without seeing your girlfriend for one last time terrified you.

Dovey bursted through the door finding your group in similar state they were in after the fight. Lesso’s eyes were desperately looking for the only person she really cared about right now, and the moment they found you she was by your side at the speed of light, surprising everyone present. She bowed over your weak form scanning you for injuries with her eyes.

“Y/n?” she whispered fearfully, hoping her darkest nightmares won’t come true.

“Leonora?” you opened your eyes finally taking a look at her, not being sure if it’s really her or if your intoxicated mind is just playing tricks on you.

“Come on baby you wouldn’t leave me like that, would you?” she joked but her eyes were full of fear.

“I love you.” you smiled and hid your face in her chest too weak to stay up.

The evil dean took your petite body in her hands ignoring her own hurt and discomfort carrying you into the infirmary. She thanked all the lords out there you were such a light weight. Everyone around was shocked to see her reaction but didn’t dare to utter a word. Dovey will most probably come up with some interrogation later anyway. While the rest of the teachers helped each other up, she was already laying you down on the hospital bed demanding immediate attention for you. Everyone knew to obey the dean when she was in such state of fury and rage.

In less than an hour your injuries were taken proper care of and your wound was cleaned, stitched and neatly dressed. You were laying in the bed looking smaller than usual, your face still noticeably pale from the blood loss. Leonora was sitting in an uncomfortable chair right by your side, rubbing her knee and swirling her cane in her hand in thought. You’ll survive, that’s all that mattered. She was allowed to drop her fear now, but still she couldn’t. She won’t feel at ease until you open your eyes and smile at her, ensuring her you’re alright.

“How is she?” Dovey asked placing a hand on Lesso’s shoulder when she came in.

“Asleep.” the dean’s voice lacked any emotion not being in the mood for a talk right now.

“We need to talk about…” the good professor wasn’t able to finish the sentence with Leonora rudely interrupting her with anger.

“Can’t this seriously wait until she wakes up at least!?” she scowled at Clarissa who after a minute of contemplating whether or not to push the other dean left the room without her answers.

So the dean of evil sat by your bed waiting. The sun and moon switched up in the sky twice before you finally opened your eyes, groggily humming in pain. You wriggled around a little, looking around the room and noticing the hunched form in a grey coat toped with a bush of red hair laying on your bed. With a pleased smile you patted her head, loosing your fingers in the orange curls. Leonora got up and rubbed her face, her eyes immediately landing on you after she realized where she is.

“You’re awake!” you’ve probably never seen her so enthusiastic about anything.

“Yeah, morning.” you stretched and painfully squealed making her worry again. It took you a minute to realize why you’re hurting, but you pulled back the duvet revealing your wounded leg.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be as good as new before you get married.” Lesso smiled, making your face light up with happiness too. Or truth be told it was just your face in general whenever you were close to her.

“Maybe now I can also get a cool cane?” you smirked, already imagining the designs you’d suggest.

“Haha, you wish.” Leonora laughed.

You patted the space next to you on the bed and she didn’t take long to comply, sitting by your side hugging you to her. She couldn’t believe she got you back out of the evil claws of malefice. After that she never hid you. No matter what she was doing, she made sure you’re right by her side where she can see you and protect you from any harm that would dare to come your way. She’d lock you up in a tower if she could, keeping you only to herself. Evil doesn’t share after all.

#lady lesso x reader #lady lesso #lady lesso fluff #lady leonora lesso #lady leonora lesso x reader #leonora lesso x reader #leonora lesso #the school for good and evil #school for good and evil #sge #tsfgae

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fat-hedonistic-hogs · 1 month

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Future Android 18 being confused when her own body gets hit with the contingencies.

Bulma found some of Geros work but may have picked the wrong signal. Instead of activating the bomb she evacuated the bowels.

[Warning like really gross]

"We'll see who's laughing now... I've spent months reverse engineering this kill switch! I'll see you in hell you damn blubbery tyrant!" Bulma cursed struggling to keep her mind and hand steady as she held a detonator in her hands. Without a second thought she'd push the button and carefully watch from her concealed hiding place amongst the ruined rubble of the trashed city waiting for the Android menace to expire. "Any second now..." Bulma though her mind filled with visions of all those they had lost up till now.

"BWOOOOOOOOORP! Fuck me these burgers are even better. I don't know what 17 was worried about, keeping humans alive to make food was the best idea I ever had." The futuristic and sadistic version of 18 belched as she sat atop a creaking and bending bench gorging herself on food she had collected from the various surviving settlements the androids hadn't torched in their path of destruction.

"I bet the pizza is ever better!" 18 snorted and huffed wiping away a smear of ketchup from her lips with a flabby arm before shoving her greasy pudgy sausage fingers down towards a pizza rolling the entire thing up like a burrito and swallowing it in one gulp.

"It... it didn't work?" Bulma though fearful she had made a mistake but a sudden change in the androids expression almost made her give up her position.

"Hhrk... Hnnng! Wha- whatsh happenin'?" 18 groaned and grunted as she clenched her chest and belly doubling over in her seat as sweat began to drip down from her forehead in thick greasy beads. Bulma knew it had to be the bomb! She'd get to watch the murderer suffer for everything she had done! Or so she thought... 18 didn't explode instead an ominously gurgling began to grow louder as she panted and wheezed. The blonde menace looked to be in pain as her face scrunched up and she leaned to the side hefting her elephant sized ass cheek off the bench and letting out an explosive

"BRAAAAAAAAPPPPP BLOOOOOOORT!!!!!"

Like a cannon going off the androids stomach unleashed an explosive burst of flatulence with her sweat stained jeans rumbling as her gas soiled the already ruined fabric and flooded the surrounding area with a rancid, rotten and brown tinted smog that almost made Bulma faint from the sheer horridness of the smell.

"Shit... whew... that was FOUL! I feel like I've been holding that in all day. Ah who am I kidding I've been full of it since I ate those deep fried dino tails." The crass and vulgar android joked unaware of the distraught scientist In hiding just aways away from her.

"But... I had to work... I-I did everything I could..." Bulma said muttering to herself almost crying as she looked down at the remote in disappointment in herself and her work. "I failed..." she said tears now freely running down her cheeks.

"Once I finish up this pile I bet those bakers down in south town have had long enough to make me another wedding cake, if not I might just blow them up... or their toilet whichever one comes first." Future 18 grunted letting out one last burst of gas before getting up and digging her fingers into the back of her jeans to pull the stained fabric up and over her exposed sweaty ass. Standing up however wad definitely a mistake as her stomach dropped and the androids face paled. Something inside her was jostled loose by her sudden movement and she didn't like where it was going.

"Oh shit..." is all the Android got out before the flood gates opened and the fail safe Bulma had unintentionally triggered kicked in.

"BLOOOOOOOOORT!"

18's bowels gave way and her jeans already ruined by her humid body began to bulge and sag as she emptied the contents of her gut Into her pants stretching the material out and sagging to the ground in a rancid beanbag sized boulder of filth. Her pudgy cheeks turned scarlet as she voided her bowels emptying everything she had consumed and digested in her cauldron of a gut in a matter of moments. This was the straw that broke the camels back and bulma couldn't keep it together anymore. It was a mixture of anger, sadness, disgust all at once and despite a breath sadistic grin at ruining the Android and humiliating the world's torment she quickly passed out when another explosive fart left 18's rear overwhelming her senses and singing her nose with the burning overwhelming smell.

With the last of mess sputtering out into her pants the Android stood in shock at what she had done. 18 sat in silence for what felt like an eternity before lifting a pudgy finger into the air and blasting the mound of half eaten food with a ki blast before flying off leaving a thick scent trail behind her and carrying her swaying sagging britches along with her. She left without a word...

#slob #anon ask #muse: android 18 #muse: 18 #muse: bulma #tw: extreme slob #extreme slob #tw: scat #tw: soiling #gross

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dumbass-tumbler-cryptid · 5 months

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I love your Story Mama's Boy.When will we get a new Chapter?

So Mama's Boy is on hiatus until I finish Cabin in the Woods. Once I finally finish that beast expect the next chapter of Mama's boy a week or two later depending on how quickly I write it. I do want to get on some kind of week to week release schedule when I get back to that fic which in my mind is writing two or three chapters ahead and posting them one by one most likely every Monday.

That being said I have been seriously missing that fic recently and like the day before you sent me your ask I had been thinking about writing a Mama's Boy Christmas special. So thank you so much for giving me an excuse to do that! Hope you enjoy it!

Note, this has details in it for things I planned way down the line in that fic probably at least 10 or so chapters down the line so...yeah lol.

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December twenty fourth and fifth never failed to stir up a myriad of emotions among the R.D.A personnel. Some of course longed for their loved ones, left behind on there dying world. Others, with little tying them down, would celebrate without a care in the world. And then there were the ones who partook in other winter holidays or none at all. For them it was business as usual. Just another day. In years past Miles had fallen into the later category. Christmas meant nothing to him religiously or socially, so why should he stop his important work just to put on a display of fake jovialness for his subordinates. But this year was different. His whole world was about to change.

Miles sat at his table in the dining hall picking at, but not eating, his Christmas dinner, his eyes trained on the room's entrance waiting for her to arrive. Paz had been keeping a low profile since she started to show, only coming to meals towards the end of service. He had never waited for her before now. It was too much of a risk to be seen even looking at Paz for too long, let alone speaking to her. But tonight he would have to risk it.

Finally, when hardly a soul was left in the room Paz strolled in, shoulders back, head held high, brown eyes blazing with the fury she would unleash on anyone dumb enough to say a word about her pregnant belly. She was only in the middle of her second trimester and yet she looked ready to pop. At some point, Miles didn’t know exactly when Paz had ditched her typical fitted jumpsuits for loose flowing dresses. Tonight she was dressed in deep green. And she looked absolutely radiant in it.

“Socorro,” Miles barked out. Paz startled and turned, clearly surprised that he was even talking to her after everything. She fixed him with a quizzical look, “there something important we need to discuss. Follow me.”

Paz’s eyebrows raised, her head tilting to the side slightly as she scoffed at him. “Can I at least eat first before this oh so important discussion?”

“There’ll be plenty of time for that. Follow me.” He strode past her, knowing she’d be hot on his heels, to at the very least, rip him a new one for daring to talk to her like he had. He led her to a cart that she eyed defensively but climbed in all the same. Miles quickly drove off.

After five minutes of riding in silence Paz spoke, “What are you taking me far away to murder me as an early Christmas present to yourself.”

Miles shrugged, “that’s too much work. The clean up alone would be a nightmare. Then I’d have to invent some cover up and fill out stacks of paperwork. It’d be a mess. No thank you.” She snorted a little laugh, looked away and covered her smile behind her hand. Miles kept his gaze fixed ahead of him but was smiling just the same.

They finally came to their destination on the south side of Hells Gate. This wing was far from the main areas on base, largely used for storage. Paz glanced around curious as to what was about to happen. Miles placed a hand on her back leading her to a door. With no preamble he opened it. Paz’s eyes grew wide as she slowly walked inside. “Miles…” she gasped. It had taken a herculean effort to get everything together. Twisting Parker’s arm for permission. Drafting the plans. Building the place and everything in it. And it all felt like nothing compared to the efforts of the women staring in awe at her new apartment. “When did you do all this?”

Miles shrugged, “in my free time.” Paz huffed a laugh as she walked farther into the room taking it all in. Miles had had the place constructed against a large observation window, the glow of the Pandoran night illuminating the living room, the light glinting of the polished dark wood of the living room set Miles had made. Off to the right was a kitchen, the cabinets loaded with pots, pans, utensils, plates, mugs, and small appliances, the fridge and pantry already fully stocked.

Paz made her way down the hall, Miles silently following behind her. The first door on the left was a bathroom. The next door led to a small work room. Miles had heard that Paz had been spending a lot of time in the base's small textile workshop and so had brought the shop to her, an industrial sewing machine on one side of the room, a bookshelf and computer on the other, cans of paint placed in the middle of it all for Paz to decorate her new home to her taste. Paz was surprised by the space, looking between Miles and the room. He just smiled, gently turning her to face the other side of the hall, opening the door furthest to the right. Paz’s room.

The observation window took up the far wall. The rest of the room was fairly simple, queen size bed, night stand, dresser, wardrobe. Miles had had Lyle and Z go to the barracks and Paz’s ship to gather up all of her things, carefully placing it all in the corner of the room for Paz to organize however she pleased. They moved on to the final room of the apartment. The baby’s room.

Miles knew he would never be able to raise his child. He couldn’t stand the shame that always lingered in the back of his mind knowing he was going to be a deadbeat. But if he wanted to keep his position and actually stay on Pandora with his family, then he’d have to keep them at a distance, watching over them but never being with them. Building his future child’s cradle, sanding it so smooth the wood felt like velvet, patiently carving the nature motifs he knew his lady would love, it had helped alleviate his guilt a fraction. He couldn’t be there for them. But he could at least build them a home and keep them safe through his work.

Paz slowly walked the room awestruck beyond words, her fingers trailing on the details of the furniture. She opened the toy chest in the corner, carefully inspecting the toys Miles had carved. He just watched her, Paz’s wonder filled eyes shining like jewels from the bioluminescent light just outside the window. He wanted to ask her, do you like it, but before he got the chance, she approached him, kissing him gently, so reverently tender that in an instant he missed her despritaly even with her being right in front of him. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice shaking ever so slightly.

He wrapped his arms around her, holding her as close as he could, “it was the least I could do.”

They stayed like that a moment before she pulled away, “I have something I wanted to give you too,” she said, “well, give might not be the best word because I know you wouldn’t be able to keep it but…” she reached into the pocket of her dress, taking out a carefully folded picture and handing it to him. He opened it, suppressing his gasp, “…that our baby boy.”

Miles' head shot up, “a boy!” Paz nodded, smiling. A son. He was going to have a son. The news brought him more joy than he ever thought possible. He took one last look at the picture of his son, then handed it back to Paz. “Thank you for that,” Paz didn’t say anything in response. Her soft smile never wavered but Miles knew when she was analyzing him, waiting for his next move. “The whole base is in the hangar bay gettin’ drunk and partyin’. I sure as hell won’t be missed. I’ve got a roast goin’ in the oven. Should be about ready. We could have dinner together…”

“Maybe you could spend the night?”

Miles smiled, “yeah, I think we could get away with that.”

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So it’s Christmas Day and I must have been a very good girl this year because look what Santa brought me….the camera panned to show off her new apartment, “….the place definitely needs some color. I’m thinking about painting your room green. What do you think? I know for a fact I’m painting my room purple. Maybe a blue would look good in the living room. It’ll definitely glow at night with the forest lights. We’ll get some plants in here too. And I took up knitting to make you socks and sweaters and all that but I think I can make some funky blankets for in the living room. I don’t know. I’m just throwing out ideas. I’ve never really had a home before so I’m probably gonna go overboard with the decorations. But oh well, at least it’ll have personality, right kid….

Spider watched the video of his mama, his heart hurting seeing her so genuinely excited, knowing perfectly well that the home she gushed about wouldn’t be her’s for long. Wouldn’t be theirs for long. He turned off the monitor, rising from his spot.

He moved from the old lab into the hall, wandering around until he found Quaritch, lifting weights in the old hangar bay while Lyle spotted him. “Hey,” Spider yelled.

Quaritch grunted, completing another rep. “What!”

“How come you haven’t taken me to mama’s old apartment?” The question caught Quaritch off guard, hurriedly completing the rep he was in the middle of before setting the weights back on the rack, sitting up to face his son. Spider stood there annoyed, “we’ve been here for weeks and you never even mentioned it!”

Quaritch stood, wiping his brow, “never came up.” Spider groaned. “Fine y’a want to see the old place? Let’s go, right now.” He stormed past him, without looking to see if Spider was following. They walked through the dilapidated halls of Hell’s Gate, going well past the point Spider had ever been allowed to go. This entire section of the base had been sealed off back when he had lived here because they had only had enough resources to keep the labs and surrounding living quarters powered. Now back under the control of the R.D.A Hell’s Gate was fully powered once again but for what reason Spider couldn’t tell. They didn’t pass a single person on their entire twenty minute trek across the base.

“Here,” Quaritch said when they reached the room, opening the door wide for Spider. He stepped inside as if walking into a dream. His mama really had over decorated. And he loved it. She had ended up painting the living room a deep burnt orange, accenting the space with brightly colored knitted throws and pillows, painted pots that he imagined once held healthy green plants, random knick knacks and tons of pictures of the two of them together. In the middle of the room was his play pen, colorful wooden blocks and stuffed animals still waiting for the baby that used to play with them to come back. His heart stopped in his chest. In another life this would have been his home. And he knew without a doubt that he would have been really happy here.

Quaritch awkwardly moved inside, going towards the record player on display just underneath the living room window. He picked up the record still on the player, cleaned it, then set it back down, moving the needle into position. To Spider’s surprise it was nothing but relaxing piano music.

He said nothing to his father as he moved down the hall opening the first door on the right. His room. Mama had ended up painting it a light green that fit beautifully with the carved wooden furniture stained a dark mahogany. Inside his crib was another knitted blanket and an adorable viperwolf plushie. Quaritch appeared in the doorway looking comically large in such a small hallway. “I built this place for the two of you. Had to kick up one hell of a fuss with the higher up to get’ et approve but they did in the end. No one wanted you and your mama in barracks after all. But they refused to give me money or resources to make it happen. I had to get creative with what was available to me. I spent every spare minute I had buildin’ this place, makin’ the furniture and all that…”

“It’s really nice,” Spider said, though his voice sounded far away.

“Your mama did somethin’ similar. She spent nearly all her time sewing up clothes, and bedding and toys for y’a out of whatever scraps she could get her hands on. Did a damn fine job too as you can see. She got real creative too. She’d ask people goin’ out to bring her back different fruits and flowers and what not to make dyes so you wouldn’t be stuck wearin’ nothin but white, black and army green. I thought it was silly at times but seeing the two of you together standing out like sore thumbs but looking so happy…”

“Stop,” Spider said, tears pricking his eyes. It hurt enough to see this place. To hear about the lengths his parents went to just for him, knowing they threw all that out the window for the sake of their mission- it was too much. “Thanks for showing me this place. But if you don’t mind, I'd like to spend some time here alone.

Quaritch nodded sadly, the disappointment clear on his face, “if that’s what you want son.” Without another word he left.

Alone now, Spider made his way into his mother’s room. Just like the rest of the place it was vibrantly decorated yet very well organized. Spider peeked inside the drawers of the night stand, dresser and wardrobe. Aside from her clothes in the wardrobe almost everything was empty. Or at least he thought so until he went to close the nightstand drawer only to hear something rattling around. He opened it again slowly, finding a small wrapped package with a note. To Miles. From Papa. Spider sucked in a breath as he unwrapped the gift. Inside was a small knife carved for a child. He turned it around in his hand marveling at it.

Slowly he found himself sinking to the floor taking it all in. His parents had fought so hard just to have him. Worked so hard to provide the best that they could. He knew that they loved him. It was so obvious from his mother’s videos and the recom of his father’s awkward attempts at parenting. And yet it hadn’t been enough. It hadn’t been enough to make them stay with him. To abandon their fight, and betray the R.D.A so they could live as a real family. It hurt. There were no other words to describe the thoughts in his head other than it hurt. So, so badly.

#miles spider socorro #spider socorro #miles quaritch #colonel miles quaritch #paz socorro #my fanfic

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welcome-to-octo-space · 5 months

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How Much Chaos Can One Roomba Cause?

Repost fromA03 because i recently learned the people behind it are shit fucks so enjoy my writing now here with dedicated blogs for any multi chapter fics i posts.

Fandom: Yo-Kai Watch

Ships: some slight mackei.

Character: Whisper, Inaho Misora/hailey anne, keita amano/nate adams, buck/mac hazeltine, Jibanyan, USApyon.

#swearing, fire, nate in denial, inaho chaotic as ever, everything goes to shit, gay in denial counter, this roomba is on a mission, thank god tumbler can use rich text, slight mention of blood#

Ah yes a beautiful day in Springdale,

Birds are singing,

Flowers are blooming,

And on days like these…

*BOOM*

A certain space nerd is kicking down the door of an not-so averagely

average kid…

this is gonna end poorly isn't it?

“Inaho what the hell??!”

there stood from his chair the most certainly startled average kid in question. Nate Amano, Springdales very own Yo-Kai extraordinaire, (but if you're reading this fic then you already know that.) Trailing his eyes from his nerdy friend's face which is plastered with a mischievous grin, down to what she holds in her hands…

A roomba, But not just any roomba, a Yo-Kai Roomba!

Well more specifically called the Yo-Kai Vacuum Cleaner tho they prefer to call it the Yo-Kai Roomba but Inaho nicknamed it Roomby so that whats it will be called within this fic because Inaho is always right (this is lie do not trust her)

“And why does the roomba have a knife taped to it..?” Nate questioned, staring at the high quality knife taped to the little roomba with a piece of gray duck tape, not sure if he should be scared or not since its within her hands,

“Why not?”

“honestly there are so many reasons why not but i dont have the time nor energy right now to say them all out for you.”

He said with a classic ‘I'm so done with your shit’ to his voice as he sat back down at his desk,

“And please just take the knife off and put the roomba back on its charging port or even take it out to go collect stuff, and not set it on the floor with the knife still attached, please.” he warned her as he returned to the boring homework he was working on before the sudden intrusion.

Inaho, looking down at Roomby, contemplating on the chaos she could unleash.. People dead, houses burned, hearts stolen, war crimes committed, by this adorable little cleaning robot with a knife.. if she just.. Sat it dow- and she did it.(god dammit inaho)

With roomby now on the floor it makes a little beep. Nate turning back to look at the robot at the sound, fear striking his face, eyes widening at the sight.

A roomba.

With a knife taped to it.

On the floor.

Fully let loose.

And in his room.

BECAUSE A CERTAIN SOMEBODY HAS NO REGARD FOR HER OWN AND OTHERS SAFETY.

(*ahem* excuse that outbreak, inaho is my skrunkly blorbo bleebus but she's really a lot sometimes, anyhoot let's continue)

Nate yelps out in fear, curling up into a ball in his chair, he looks back over to inaho. “Why.. why would you do this?” he asks inaho with a shaky wobbliness to his voice, but no response.. Just a mischievous and evil grin on her face as she begins to cackle like a crazy witch in her tower when confronting the hero who came to save the princess she kidnapped.. And then.. Suddenly.. While neither of them were looking.. Roomby stabs the knife into the wall, actually is it right to call it stabbing in this case?

Well anyhoots both of the watchers turn their gaze to roomby with Nate beginning to spiral into panic.. Probably because his mom will kill him if she finds out what happened to the wall..

Inaho awws at the sight as she crouches down with quite a pleased smile plastered on her face “Aww roombys first bit of destruction!’ “HOW CAN YOU ACT LIKE THIS WHEN IT DID THIS TO MY WALL?!?” he scolded inaho, making a pout strike is face afterwards “Nate chill chilllllllll” inaho exclaimed as the roomba turned to face the blades towards inaho's definitely exposed ankle

“It's just a small hole in the wal-” she explained being cut off at the end with eyes widening as she looked down to see that the roomba had moved towards her. Slicing into her ankle as a result, bright red crimson blood falling from the cut onto the floor and the blade of the knife.. Her eye twitches as she attempts to keep her cool, staring at how her own blood contrasts on the shiny sliver of the knife's blade (which is very sharp btw, inaho got herself a knife sharpening kit just to make sure she got it to peak sharpness). She breathes through her teeth due to the pain as roomby slowly backs up,

“Oh no, I've been impaled.. well not really i just got a little cut but STILL.”

(octos note here but uh, KARRRRRRMMMMAAAA)

“A-are you okay?” Nate stuttered while asking, tilting his head being genuinely concerned for Inaho's well being. while she may be an asshole to him sometimes he does have a genuine concern for her health considering how many bad situations she gets herself into,

“Oh nooo I'm fineeee, really.” she assured nate

“Are you sure about that?”

" ALRIGHT FINE! I'M NOT OKAYYYYY!" She wails in the pain and suffering, repeating 'ow', 'owie', and other forms of expressing one's pain and discomfort to herself as she sits herself on the floor to begin rocking back and forth. “I'll grab some bandages so in the meantime wait here and cover the wound with your hand, that might help stop the bleeding for now.” nate exclaimed, making a small calm down hand gesture to go along with it, (how else to i quacking describe thiissss -octo) inaho responding with a simple nod in agreement as she then quickly does as nate instructed and covers the wound with the palm of her hand as nate dashes out of his room to swiftly grab the medical supplies from the bathroom, passing by whisper in the hallway as he leaves.

"What in the world has got nate this panicked to be rushing out of his roo-

GOOD GOD?!"

[Insert here the wailings in pain of The Big Dumb Idiot™ Inaho Misora]

"Well that explains the noise at least..'' Whisper mumbled to himself as inaho turns her head to look at Whisper only able to give out a small wobbly, crying, "hi whisper" in response.

"Inaho, What in the name of Lord Enma Happened here?" He asked floating closer towards inaho with crossed arms and a confused but also worried look on his face, inaho after taking a moment to properly collect herself brings out a response,

"Ya want the long or the short?"

"The short please."

"So roomba,"

Whisper nods his head,

"With knife taped on,"

He nods his head again,

"Put on the floor by me,"

Once again he nods his head,

"I got the bitch called karma,"

Another nod followed by an "im listening" in response,

"And i'm now here, as you can see, in a lot of pain"

Whisper only able to just let out a sigh in response pinches where his nose bridge would, floating the other way.

"Now please excuse me while I return to my regularly scheduled wailing" she declared as she resumed her wailing.

"Inaho..," he takes a pause to look at her "Why did you think taping a Knife to the Yo-Kai Vacuum Cleaner was a good idea?"

"Alright so 1 its name is roomby, and 2 i am an individual with a significant line of violence, be it cannon or fannon, so me taping a knife to a roomba was bound to happen eventually, and that just happened to be today." She answered, a strong sense of Determination coming from her as she then immediately returned to wailing in pain like a baby,

"And now why did you name it, 'Roomby'?"

"BECAUSE ROOMBY IS MY BELOVED MINION OF CHAOS AND DESTRUCTION THAT'S WHY!!"

As she responded Nate returned, med kit, and damp wash rag in hand.

"Inaho please keep your voice down."

"Welllll excuse me princess for having to let out a little bit of anger for a second"

Nate would simply sigh at the response as he crouches down to deal with the wound, moving her hand to see how much blood has gotten on it, inaho promptly taking back her hand from Nate and.. licking off the blood from her hand, uh yeah nate and whisper both give her this baffled look as she simply responds with

"Whaaat? i like the taste of it, and besiiiddees, it's my own blood."

Nate simply chooses to not respond to her weirdness as he doesn't really have the energy to deal with it.

Swiftly he begins dealing with the wound this big idiot got herself with, cleaning up the blood while applying slight pressure, applying some antibiotic cream that absolutely STUNG and is cold as fuck and she hates it she hates it ohhhh she so fucking hates it, folding a bit of the medical tape on itself to cover the wound then wrapping more it around her ankle to keep it in place due to the size not fitting any of the bandages.

(disclaimer i feel i should add, that this is most likely not entirely accurate on how to deal with a wound like this, this is just what i gathered from some quick research, please seek professional help or do your own proper research if you or someone else gets a wound in a similar fashion -octo)

With that all dealt with he puts everything back into the med kit to take back down, but before that he gives inaho a small bonk on the head.

"There ya go you big blundering idiot"

"OI- i aint no blundering idiot!"

"Yes you are."

"No I'm not."

"Yes you are"

"No I'm not."

And this continues on and on and on and on, Whisper letting out a small sigh as he then realizes something, glancing around the room to kinda confirm it with himself, and his suspicions are indeed correct.

"Snap out of it you two! The Vacuum Cleaner, it's not here!" He announced as this promptly snapped the two out of the loop as they both frantically start looking around and indeed, Roomby is nowhere to be found,

Nate beginning to spiral into a panic due to this, and inaho being inaho is very happy sparkly eyed about this

"Awww my little minion has gone to go cause mass chaos and destruction!"(:D)

"INAHO, THIS IS A PROBLEM!"

"I see no problem with this, So i really don't know what you're waffling about bruh."

"Why are you like this..?"

"Do I really gotta explain this to you?" She gave as the answer to nate's question, this simply leaving nate more furious than before but all he could let out is a sigh in frustration as he closed the med kit up and take it back downstairs alongside the now bloody wash rag, before he leaves he looks back at inaho who just stood back up,

"If you think you can walk fine then you're gonna help me find it, if not then go home and hopefully not cause any more chaos than you've already done" he explained with his resting bitch face on, truly just done with her shit at this point, inaho simply rolling her eyes in response which only adds more fuel to his fire

"I was gonna go home either way so uh yeah." She said with a smug look on her face. Nate just giving her the bombastic side eye at this response.

"Your rarely ever any help, you know that?"

"Damn right!"

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After returning the med kit and wash rag, Nate and inaho leave his house and go their separate ways, inaho simply going around the corner to pocket mirapo close to home. Nate, in a worse emotional state right now, even after whisper thought it would be a better idea, got Whisper to stay home, simply because Nate doesn't want to deal with any more annoyances. It's sunny outside, and unsurprisingly jibanyan is sunbathing on top of the car, nate walks towards him to give the cat head scratches, he does enjoy that, “oh hi nyate” jibanyan says tiredly, yawning afterwards. “Hiya jibbers, having a nice sunbath?” he asked, giving more head scratches.

“Nyeah, purrfectly warm and sunny out, just how i like it nya” “That's good, did you by any chance see a roomba with a knife pass by at all? Inaho taped a knife to the roomba and now it's gotten loose somehow”“Hmm nyo sorry, i've been having a cat nyap this entire time so i cyant really help mew there nya'' jibanyan answered, the slightest tinge of disappointment falling onto nates face,

"Well thank you anyways, enjoy your sunbath now" he gave jibanyan more head pats before running off, jibanyan waving goodbye behind him.

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Now i'm not gonna go too into detail of course, for my own and you the readers sake but just goes all over springdale asking any and all yokai he bumps into if they've seen the roomba and seeing any destruction it leaves in its wake, this leads him onto a wild goose chase all around springdale, taking him basically all day until he ends up at the Mt Wildwood summit at midnight, the moonlight dimly lighting up the area as he tiredly drags his fatigued body up the stairs, not the first time he's lost a lot of sleep looking for something at least. Now he saw it come up here, he's sure he did! Only a little bit of looking around tho to prove him wrong, the roomba was nowhere to be seen around here, only him and the mirapo, but wait a minute! He thought to himself for a moment connecting the dots, if the roombas not here and there's a mirapo then… He immediately rushes to the mirapo at his sudden realization. “Good evening blegh, were you headin?”

“Uh actually did a roomba with a knife go through your portal at all recently?” The mirapo thought for a moment, Nate anxiously waiting for an answer. “Yeah one did, it went over to America, why you askin blegh?”

Nate takes a quick sigh of relief, ‘Can you teleport me to where it went please?”

“Yeah sure, not problem” Nate thanks the mirapo before it opens up its portal and Nate walks through.

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The bright american sun greets him on his way out, covering his eyes from its bright light as they adjust to the sudden change in brightness, East Pine at the old town teleport by the watch shop, well it couldn't have gone too far he thought to himself for a moment the quick idea of giving a visit to buck quickly crossed his mind but he quickly shuts that own down, gotta stay on the mission and get that roomba, no time for silly distractions! Although maybe he could take a quick moment to say hi, i mean it'll just be a quick hello and explanation of the situation, hell knowing buck he'll probably end up wanting to help him out in the end and they do say two heads are better than one!

So off nate goes against his better judgment to go see his Good Friend, totally just his Good Friend and totally not his big crush, nope no boy lovers here just an average boy and his best adventurous boyfriend that he does not have romantic feelings for in any way shape or form. He's totally not thinking of how looking for a roomba with a knife could turn into a romantic date nope totally not!

(GAY IN DENIAL ALERT!!!! -Octo)

And so our beloved yet average protagonist heads on his way, passing by the supermarket where he and buck had fled from the supermanager that fateful night after they went on that useless fetch quest for that stupid ass chicken, Nate still hates that cluckers face

(i am humor -Octo)

But more importantly he remembers that feeling he felt when they had jumped to escape.. yeahhhh no it was totally just their totally platonic bond growing, yeah totally.

(Nate in denial counter-2)

Passing by the church and trying to not think too hard about how turning yo kai into souls is almost a form of.. sealing them for lack of a nicer word,

Waving to the landlord of the local St. Peanutsburg Wayfaring Manor, and of course going through Broccoli Blocks to that memorable red bridge, well at least him. (yes that is actually what the little pathway to the secret base is called in game)

The familiar spring leaves grace his presence as nate approaches the Secret Base of the BBQ trio,

ever since inaho started showing up more they basically officially became a trio that one fateful night nate and buck brought a mini grill over to the base for a BBQ, obviously it was inaho and her silly brain that came up with the name that buck seconded, so unfortunately for nate it was a majority vote to his displeasure but he eventually grew to like the name, also ended up being what the Yo-Kai world recognized them as,

Aside from there being a grill not much has changed about the secret bases exterior, aside from a new coat of paint and a proper team flag and symbol that the trio worked together to make, it was basically the same.

Climbing up the ladder and onto the deck, nate can only hope Buck is here and not out on an adventure without him, opening the door, well there's the golden sunshine boy himself sleeping on the nice couch they got,

The inside of the Base was definitely the most changed part, new proper furniture, a bean bag, string lights, and a hammock that inaho claimed to be hers only, and some proper storage space, oh and a small disco ball that Inaho and Buck had literally begged and puppy eyed for Nate to keep, it being here means they're plan worked unfortunately.

But anyyyhooots, Nate walked up to the snoozing red haired boy, his face almost glowing in the warm sunlight that planted on his face, nate couldn't help but clench his fist to his heart at how peaceful and cute buck was, wait- cute? Nonononono no he totally doesn't think bucks cute, just peaceful, yeah peaceful.

(Nate in denial counter- 3)

Well ignoring those thoughts Nate pokes Bucks cheek, continuing to do those in an attempt to wake him up.. unfortunately he sleeps like a log so plan B,

Nate sits himself on top of the couch and readys himself…

*Thud*

Well unfortunately it had to be a rude awakening via kicking him off the couch and onto the floor,

As Nate slides himself down onto the seating of the couch, crossing his leg and looking down onto Buck.

"OWWW- couldn't ya have woken me up, y'know softer?"

Nate rolls his eyes as Buck raises an eyebrow,

"Well i trieedd to wake you up via pokes but no! you have to sleep like a log and force me to have to use the hard way,"

Buck grumbles, standing up to dust himself off,

"What are ye even here for tho, Sumin bad happen?" The red head questioned turning to meet nate's gaze, the brunette crossing over his other leg and leaning back before replying,

"Yes actually, tho i kinda just wanted to say hi,

But to summarize inaho, roomba, knife, got loose, ended up in America."

Buck tilts his head in confusion like a little puppy (he kinda just wants to hear Nate talk more tho), Nate sighs,

"Inaho taped a knife to the roomba and it ended up getting loose while i was tending to the wound she got from it, so i search everywhere around springdale for it but ended up in here to look for it"

"SHE DID WHAT?!?"

He yelled, name quickly replying

"I KNOW RIGHT?! I swear the stupidity of this bitch sometimes, can't she just let the chaos and destruction rest in her brain for at least a week?"

"Honestly i think that's impossible fer her"

"Yeah you're probably right there."

"Wait- Nate?"

"Yeah what's up?"

"You're losing sleep over this aren't you" he questioned to the brunette, nate averting his gaze away from buck because well he hit the nail on the coffin, it is like 1am in springdale right now,

"Well I've gone for longer without sleep so i'll be fineee"

"Like the time ye passed out from a whole week of no sleep?"

Yeah Buck was right, that is the longest Nate has gone without sleep for.. 7 seven days no sleep and high on caffeine as he became a coffee addict to stave of the sleep depression from all the nights of sleep before and after his adventures in America he lost to dealing with yo kai business

"Well uh," he gracefully changes the topic, meeting eyes with Buck again, "anyways Buck, do you wanna help me look for this stupid roomba?"

"M'thinkin you already know the answer to that?"

"Yeah I do, cmon lets get going." He says as the duo head out back to east pine to begin the search but it doesn't take them long because…

"THE SUPERMARKETS ON FIRE?!?" Nate yells out in shock, both of them are shocked of course, in a hurry they rush over to the parking lot and who do they see standing next to the St. Peanutsburg bunny.. the devils little helper herself Inaho, hands behind her back like some kinda villain.. maybe she is in another universe but not here.

She turns her head to look at the two with an evil smirk on her face,

"Hellloo there you twoo~"

"Get that stupid smirk off your face" Nate retorts as he and Buck walk over towards Inaho,

"Fuhuhu~" she turns to look back at the fire, "Fire is so beautiful isn't it?" She completely ignored him-

"I do agree it is pretty, BUT NOT WHEN ITS BURNING THE FUCKING SUPERMARKET!" he exclaims as he gestures to the burning supermarket to put emphasis on it,

"I still think it's pretty."

"Weirdo- well what's more important is why would you commit arson on the supermarket???"

Inaho tilts her head in confusion,

"Why ya gotta blame me for every bad thing that happens, but it was roomby who did this and don't ask me how because i aint got no focking clue man"

"Well then where's the roomba??"

And in a response Inaho points down to where low and behold the roomba is, no scratches or burn marks or any damage really, scrape free.

Seeing it, Nate quickly scoops it up, pulling off the taped knife with force and then throwing said knife down into the ground by Inaho's feet, just barely missing her.

After that jumpscare inaho picks the knife up from the ground and swiftly gives nate the middle finger with her free hand,

"OI FOCK YOU YE FOCKING BITCH!"

He swiftly gives her a middle finger back with his own free hand,

"Fuck you too bitch!"

"WELL- FOCK YOU MORE!"

"I swear is that really the best- Well how about you go fuck yourself!?"

"WELL I ALREADY DO ENOUGH OF THAT SO NO THANKS!" She yelled, as then Nate and Buck look at her with this wtf look of confusion before letting out a "Huh?", inaho then tilting her head with her own "huh?" As if she didn't hear what she just said

But before anyone can say anything there is yelling in the distance..

"INAHO MISORAAAA!!!!!"

mad yelling- from a very mad otter, it's USApyon of course, inaho stepping back from the other two from hearing him,

"Well it seems this is where i bid thee adieu" she proclaims before bows like some actor after a show after which she runs off making USApyon have to take chase, "GET'CHER ASS BACK HERE MISSY!"

Well good to know those two still have that dynamic going for them, until inaho narrowly avoids getting hit by the upcoming fire truck, this causing everyone to take a moment of shock and for USApyon to stop in his tracks, and it's not until she gives them the thumbs up of okay for them to all sigh in relief and for USApyon to continue chase as inaho runs off towards the church area,

Well at least the fire is going to be taken care of now.

"I should go take this roomba home now, see ya buck!"

"See ya! N'please do go get some sleep when ya get on home and not just sip on coffee."

"Don't worry i will i will" he says as the two depart, Nate using pocket mirapo to teleport straight to his room.

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After turning on the light and setting the roomba on its charging port he stretches before sitting down at his desk grabbing the cup of cold coffee that had been left there this entire time,

"Now then" he looks down at the paper on his table with tired bloodshot eyes, "to finish this homework.." he mumbles to himself before taking a sip of his coffee- but no he stops himself, buck did tell him to get some sleep.. Well, getting this homework done can wait, besides tomorrow, well technically today is a Saturday so he can just do it after breakfast, so instead before he gets ready for bed he'll just write in his diary, (or his journal as he calls it to inaho and buck), for today.

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|4月21-22日20XX|

Hmm yeah it makes more sense if he writes it as through yesterday and today.

|Today was a rather, eventful day for lack of a better word. Inaho barged into my room with a knife taped to the roomba, thankfully she got her karma from the roomba no less but it had ended up escaping, somehow, taking me on a wild goose chase all around Springdale until i ended up going to St. Peanutsburg and taking a small detour to go see buck and his cute face, he ended up helping me search but we didn't have to look far as it had set the supermarket on fire, i was thankfully able to scoop it up and take off the knife so aside from Inaho almost committing a Jibanyan and getting hit by a truck, a fire truck no less, id say this was a successful mission complete|

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/i had fun when i was writing this and tbh, who else is gona writng about a yokai roomba seting fire to a supermarket because some bitch put a knife on it\

#yo-kai watch #yokai watch #yo kai watch #WHO LET THIS OCTOPUS WRITE DEAR GOD(octos writing tab)#fanfic #fanfiction #fic #my fic #misora inaho #nate x buck #yokai watch nate #buck hazeltine #buck yokai watch #inaho misora #yokai watch buck #inaho

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villainsblog97 · 1 year

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Xdinary Heroes when they're drunk

Once again Rock the World has inspired me to make another head cannon. And now I can finally do this one since Jooyeon turned 21!

How would our 6 heroes act under the influence? Let's say they're gonna party at their dorm, here's how I see it

Disclaimer: nothing is at all accurate it's solely for humor purposes, gifs are not mine, credit to all original owners!

Warning: mentions of alcohol (obviously), language, nothing bad I promise

🍾Gun-il🍾

As the leader

Gun-il's got it rough

He's the leader

Drummer

And no one listens to him.

You see why he'd drink?

I can see him becoming very clingy

Mostly to Jungsu

And maybe Jooyeon

He's also gonna be sentimental

"I love you guys so much"

"We know Hyung"

He wants to let loose

And have some fun

But I feel like he's the first to crash

Like K.O

The heroes just cover him up and go back to what they were going

🍾Jungsu🍾

Jungsu is protective

He's gonna make sure everyone is being taken care of

He's probably the most sober of them all

I can see him getting a little giggly

Like everything is funny to him

He's also super clumsy

(Like when he fell out of the chair)

This is of course after he's been drinking a bit

Now its the member's turn to look after him

He's stumbling here and there

And bursting a lung from laughing so hard

He's gonna feel it in the morning

Wonder where the hell a bruise came from

"Ah you fell yesterday....a lot"

🍾Gaon🍾

Jiseok....

Ooooh Jiseok

This boy is already cracked out like 90% of the time we see him

Adding alcohol to the equation

Equals more chaos

He's gonna be so crazy

Loud

Laughing

Randomly dancing

Also giggles at random times

He's also gonna be the one to finish the other's drinks too

Eventually they're gonna cut him off

🍾O.de🍾

I feel like Seungmin will be one of 2 things

1: being super watchful of his kids

Making sure they don't drink til they're sick

Or getting hurt

2: being 100% done with his band mates

And drinking like it's going out of style

We're talking yelling at everyone

Lots of cursing

He's gonna be bossy as well

"Jooyeon let go of Junhan!"

*Jiseok it's time to stop now"

"Why is everyone so damn loud!?"

Yeah he's also gonna be loud

🍾Junhan🍾

Junhan was shy when we first met him

But he's starting to come out of his shell a little

So with that said

Letting loose with his band mates just might unleash a different side of him

He could have a lot of fun

And be weird and crazy

Or maybe he gets mean?

Probably not

I could see him getting a little emotional

Like he's so grateful to have the members

And be a part of such an amazing band

Or maybe he even gets a little clingy and cute

Either way we know all the members will just gush over him

They're all whipped for him

Change my mind

🍾Jooyeon🍾

There's only one way I see Jooyeon drunk

Giggly

And clingy

I mean he's already easily amused

If he has a little something in him

EVERYTHING is funny

Everything

If jungsu accidentally trips

Jooyeon is rolling on the floor

If Ode starts cursing

He's laughing his ass off

But like I said

He's also clingy AF

I feel like his main victim would be JunHan

But honestly he'll show love to all his hyungs

Hope you guys liked this one! Be sure to stream Hair Cut and vote for our heroes on MAMA!

#xdinary heroes #comedy #gun-il #jungsu #gaon #o.de #junhan #jooyeon

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infraaa · 1 year

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『here we go guys! SNOWY DRIVE is here! Just some brief context, if anyone is familiar with Twisted Wonderland, this series is loosely based off of the overblots. This will be one of my largest projects yet! Let me know if you want to see more of these, and let’s give a round of applause to @m00re-devi1s for the idea! 👏👏👏』

𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐘 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄

affogato cookie x gn!reader

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖 • • •

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 • • • ❥❥❥

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎 • • •

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 • • •

tw // narcissitic parenting, domestic abuse, emotional incest, implied absentee parents, abortion, implied mature themes cw // affogato, latte, and espresso are siblings in this series. This stems from my own headcanons that I posted sometime ago.

TAKE CAUTION UNDER THE CUT

It was still snowing— heavily. However that didn’t stop Affogato and the gang, no no no.

Affogato knew how to get around in bastardly cold weather, whether rain, hail, sleet or snow. He had modified his car just enough for it to be able to withstand the wintery pressure. Yet he felt unsure… driving alongside his partner, brother and sister, and a few friends from the Tower of Sweet Chaos he worked alongside. You had been pressing him for a vacation, to get away from it all and to go have some relaxing fun somewhere. Of course, eventually he caved to your cries after you managed to rack up a following. He had this cabin in the north that used to belong to his mother, a snowy Christmas cabin where Affogato, Latte, and Espresso grew up. It was on the outskirts of the wintery coffee village, some ways away from the Licorice Sea. Chillhop music emanated from his radio, as Licorice had fallen asleep some time after they took off. Red Velvet sat next to the sleeping necromancer, looking out the window as they drove out at the wintery roads and trees. You sat next to Espresso and Latte, who were both reading books that they had brought with them, clearing their throats every so often with the turn of either every off white or pristine page. You have fallen asleep on Espresso’s shoulder before long, it was just too warm and cozy not to, and hell Espresso always smelled so good— of coffee and old books, and he always wore this clean smelling cologne that had hints of vanilla in it that made you drool at times.

It was definitely one hell of a drive, it took you lot four hours to get from point A to your destination. When you all did arrive however, it was truly a sight to behold. Sure it looked a little run down due to no one living in it for so long, but before your take off, you and Affogato had temporary services started, and you both cleaned the shit out of that house. “Damn, you plowed the crap out of the driveways.” Licorice muttered. “I know, I told him not to but of course, he didn’t listen.” Affogato laughed at you, walking up on the wooden front porch that was semi laden with ice. “You forgot to put salt on the porch, silly. Come on, it’s cold.” Affogato unlocked the front door to unleash a torrent of warmth, which greeted the lot of you with open arms, it was like a big hug from your mother. Red Velvet ran in the cabin with quite the frenzy, “Bathroom.” Espresso pointed over to his left, “turn right it’ll be the first door you come across.” The crimson general nodded and ran off. “Well, get settled. Espresso and Latte, show y/n, Licorice, and Red Velvet around the cabin.” They both nodded at their older brother’s orders, and waited for Red Velvet to finish up. The gang was led around by the younger siblings as Affogato and you straightened out the small dining area that the cabin had. It was very rustic— like the house had been established a long time ago. The table and chairs matched, slightly worn due to use, and the cushions on the seat were impressioned permanently. You looked over to Affogato, who had walked through to the kitchen to set up plates, glass and tableware. While he was doing that, you got the crockpot together along with the things needed for your dinner.

Affogato set down a group of spoons on a folded set of paper towels and then looked over at the table in the dining area. He started getting this familiar feeling in his stomach, however it shocked him at first, considering he hasn’t felt it in a while. He started to have a vision… a vision of something he never wished he’d see again.

Affogato, Latte, and Espresso were all sitting at the kitchen table, looking up to their mother. She blinked at the three of them before clearing her throat, a deep, yet clear and stern voice emanating from her throat as she spoke. “Okay. I am your mother, and since I am your mother, I am automatically equipped with an internal polygraph test inside of me. So I will ask the three of you a question, and I shall determine whether or not I believe there’s deception. Let’s start with my baby, Espresso. Espresso, what have you done today?” The young espresso fixed his bulky glasses and smiled, “I dusted the furniture down and helped Latte with the laundry! I also studied for my upcoming exams.” The tall woman nodded, fixing her platinum blonde hair, the darker brown streaks at the top falling beautifully down her head. “No deception detected, Latte?”

Latte put her hands on the table and looked at her mother for a second before speaking, “I did the laundry, folded it and put it away, prepped the table for dinner, cleaned the bathroom, all of our rooms, and the living room.” Their mother looked somewhat impressed, cracking a smile at Latte before nodding. “We don’t usually get this far,” she muttered happily to herself, “No deception detected.” “Why would I lie to you, mama?” Latte asked with an innocent smile, which made Espresso huff in annoyance. “Moving on lastly to the eldest, Affogato?” He smirked, before raising a hand to quickly move his matching platinum and chocolate brown bangs away from his face before speaking.

“I did the dishes, straightened the couch, took the dogs out, made dinner, cut the grass, front and back, plus the neighbor’s grass, paid the electric and phone bills, prepped our lunches for tomorrow morning, made sure our outfits for school were pressed and assessed, did my homework, helped Espresso with his, and… I believe that’s it.”

His mother took a second to analyze all that Affogato had told her before crossing her arms, which made the young boy confused. “…I believe there’s more.” She countered. “Deception. Affogato, what all have you done?” He swallowed before clearing his throat, remembering to keep calm, “took the trash out, brought the recycle back, refilled the food and water bowls for the dogs, and I brought back all of your mail and organized it in the drawer.” “Affogato, deception. I know there’s something you’re not telling me.” Latte and Espresso looked to their older brother in confusion and in shock. He did mostly everything that day in the house, what could he not have done? Everything else that could have been done was already done by someone else, plus he did the bulk of it all. But there was something that he had been hiding from her… something he knew she wouldn’t like. “I… I found a girl, mama. I started talking to a girl.”

She widened her eyes in half laden shock, before rolling her eyes and putting a few fingers to her temples. “Affogato?” He sighed, his attention switching over to Latte, who was elbowing his side and mouthing out the words, ‘just come out with it.’ He looked back up to his already disappointed mother, and put his hands on the table. “And I… invited her to the house.” This made her SNAP, and SLAM down on the dining room table which made Latte and Espresso jump in their seats. “Y’all didn’t do anything now did you?!” “No, mama!” She looked over to her younger children, who looked back to her in fear. “He didn’t! I swear mama, he didn’t!” Latte shook, sending a rivlet of relief through Affogato’s body. A minute passed, one that seemed like an hour, when finally their mother straightened up, cleared her throat once more, and looked Affogato straight in the eye. “…we shall talk about this at a later date, capeesh?” He nodded quickly, so as to not disturb her again. “Yes mama.”

The sun set that night, and after Espresso and Latte were tucked in neatly in their cozy beds, Affogato on the other hand would go into another unraveling nightmare that would be the pointless scolding of his mother. Something so little, so minor, could be taken as a travesty, and as she yelled at her confused, lonely son in an attempt to straighten him over to something as minuscule as talking to and hanging out with a girl, one from his class even, he stared blankly into space.

“What did I tell you, boy?! You are not to socialize with females, do you want a child!?”

“No, mama!”

“Affogato..?”

“Then you should know that you could disgrace our family by doing that! One mustn’t go where one shouldn’t tread, do you understand that?”

“Yes, mama!”

“Affogato?”

“Be responsible and be a role model to your brother and sister, they don’t need you running the streets hot like an escort. You’re better than that, yet you do these things all the time, why can’t you be like your siblings?! They’re so obedient! Yet you have the audacity to lash out at my authority to do things such as this on a repetitive basis. First it was the fighting, the suspensions from school, the ridicule towards our family name and now you’re out here fucking GALAVANTING? You know I raised you better than this, so ACT. LIKE IT!”

“Affogato!”

Suddenly, the young man before you caught his breath, as though he was winded from running a marathon. He caught the silverware in his hand before it could slip from his thin fingers, and he looked at you in relief. “Oh… hey, y/n.” He stammered, clearing his throat out from his stupor, “I’m sorry about that, I wasn’t ignoring you, I was just… deep in thought is all.” You cracked a smile and pat his cheek lightly in reassurance, causing him to gawk at you slightly. You were so quick to forgive, and he loved that about you. “I was gonna ask you if you wanted me to prepare any of the drinks for dinner.” He looked at the glasses stacked up in your hands, and swept his hair from his eyes in a rushed manner, clearing off some of the accumulated sweat from his forehead. “No, no… no you don’t have to… I’ll do it.” You nodded after a few seconds before putting a hand to his back, looking at him in his off white feline eyes you could tell something was off. Something wasn’t right. His forehead was moist and his face flush. Concern laid on your brow for just the slightest moment as you looked at your boyfriend. “Are you okay?--“ “Yes. I’m fine.” You let go of his back and looked at him for another second before taking the glasses back from off the counter and walking off to set them on the coasters on the table. He watched you awkwardly before going back to what he was doing, following you in with the rest of the supplies for the table.

Dinner was done, and everyone was called down to the dining room to eat. At first, Licorice was hesitant to eat because he hasn’t had Affogato’s cooking before. He sat at the table and looked at Red Velvet, who sat next to him, as well as everyone else currently seated. “Listen, I… I’ve never had his cooking before so can one of y’all try it first?” Latte prepared the bowls and sat them down on each saucer that everyone had in front of them, and with a smile, she set down Licorice’s bowl, making him grimace. “Are you implying that my brother may have done something to the soup?” He looked at the blonde cookie and nodded. Red Velvet suddenly started to chuckle under his breath. “Come on now, quit being a baby and try his food.” “Nah,” “Licorice I swear to god don’t embarrass me.” “I’ll let you know that Affogato had made us dinner in our youth growing up plenty of times,” Espresso interrupted, “and even afterward. And I can assure you, his food is edible.” You and Affogato found your seats at the table, and looked to Licorice, the whole dining room now coated in an awkward silence. Everyone’s eyes pointed to the necromancer, driving him to taste the food hesitantly, which then afterward, everyone else started eating. “Mm..” Red Velvet hummed as he swallowed. “I remember Affogato used to make jambalaya all the time in the winter. He always had a penchant for home cooking.” Latte commented, causing Affogato to smile, sipping his drink. “Is that what this is?” Licorice asked, with a confirming nod from Affogato.

They then finished eating, with Latte and Espresso opting to do the dishes and clean up. Everyone else, having full stomachs, either hung out in the family room or went to their quarters to rest for the night. Affogato however had different plans. While you slept, late in the night with everyone else gone to bed, he walked around the cabin aimlessly. He looked tired, but he just couldn’t find it in him to go to sleep. He itched at his skin and turned a corner back into the family room for what seemed like the fourth time. Walking out into the middle of the room he looked up at a picture that hung from the wall right next to the television. Even in the dark he could still tell who was in the golden frame— his grandmother. He walked up to the picture on the wall and aligned it so that it was straight, leaving his left hand on the bottom corner. His hand started to shake slightly, looking back over his shoulder to the couch behind him.

“So… your older brother has had the jarring possibility of conjuring up a child.” His mother walked around the living room, straightening her robes. Latte and Espresso sat on the couch in front of their mother as she paced, shocked yet somewhat not as surprised as you think they would be. “He did what now?” Latte asked, leaning forward slightly in place. Espresso hung his head, dark brown bangs falling over onto his face. “What happened?” Latte asked again. “You know I handled him already. Why can’t your older brother just… why can’t he just listen to me?” “Mama… I feel like he’s lonely. You never let us around Affogato to begin with, let alone speak to him.” Espresso countered, causing his mother to stare back at him, almost ominously. She grabbed a chair from over on the side of the room and sat in front of her two younger children, crossing her legs. Looking at both of them, she smirked, and adjusted her bangs. “Oh I know. As a matter of fact I am very well aware of the fact that you both go behind me and interact with him anyway despite me wanting to protect you both from corruption…” Espresso and Latte both looked at each other, then back at their mother who’s smirk only got taller. “I’m starting to suspect that you all knew about Affogato’s slip up before I did.”

Meanwhile, Affogato sat with his back against his bedroom door, his knees tucked under his chin. He was listening to the conversation that his mother was having with his brother and sister. He felt betrayal coarse through his body when he heard Espresso tell their mother that Latte knew about it, but he didn’t, leading her to ask him how he knew that she knew. After a moment of silence, Affogato quickly moved over from his door to his bed, looking out of his window into the backyard. He was grounded, arrested away from the outside world until further notice. But he thought he could get away… just this once. He unlocked his window, slender fingers turning the knobs, allowing the window to be lifted open. Oh, but there was a screen on the window! He would have to climb out of the top. Suddenly, footsteps could be heard coming towards his room. Quickly, he closed and locked his window back, just in time for his mother to walk in, seeing her eldest look back at her with a hand still on one of the notches. She raised her brow and looked at him with a smile, taking an extension cord out of the pocket of her robe.

“Mama… I-“ “Shut up.” He slowly lowered his hand and moved closer off of the bed, eyeing his opened front door, opened just enough for him to probably underhand his mother and run. However, she shut the door and walked towards her son, taking the extension cord and placing it around his neck, like a scarf. “You have two options,” his mother started darkly, “you can either A, come with me to the clinic tomorrow morning where you will be tested for any venereal diseases from whatever slut you fucked, and then we can take a visit to a urologist and set you up to be clipped… and the baby eighty sixed when the time comes…” taking the extension cord, she took that and wrapped around her own neck before twisting her son around so that he was bent over on the bed. “Or… you can take this ass beating, which regardless of which option you pick, you will be getting one anyway, and then we can take you to court to start the child support process. Now at the age of sixteen, I really don’t think you would want to be a teenage father, unable to support and or even possibly care for that spawn you conjured, since you can’t seem to pull out.”

Espresso and Latte walked outside of the cabin. They couldn’t bear to hear their eldest brother muffle his own screams of pain. They sat on the porch for a good twenty minutes or so, before going back inside to see that their mother had gone to bed. Quickly scurrying like kittens to their eldest brother’s room, and they could feel a lingering darkness still in the air. Latte softly knocked on the door. “GO AWAY!” She heard Affogato yell out. On the other side of the door, there sat a beaten Affogato with red marks on his back, his shirt torn off of him as it sat ripped on the floor. He cried into his pillow from the pain. From the other side of the door, Affogato opened his bloodshot eyes to hear Latte mutter out, “we love you,” before walking off.

He got a mandatory vasectomy the following week. He remembered having to sit at the dining table, at the sofa, his bed, anywhere really in discomfort and pain for what he felt like was the longest time. Shame coated his brain and his thoughts… at the very thought of him never being able to produce a child… even if he genuinely wanted one.

Standing motionless, Affogato then felt a bubbling in his stomach. He rushed over to the kitchen to get a glass of water, chugging it down before feeling the urge to choke. He rushed to the bathroom where he got sick. Waking you up, you walked to the bathroom to find Affogato heaving in the toilet. Sitting beside him, you held his hair, and at the end, he hugged you, trying so very hard to hold tears back. He had told you that it was probably the jambalaya that made his stomach upset, abnormally upset… like he contracted some kind of stomach bug. You nodded… still unsure of whether or not to believe him. After a second to collect himself, he brushed his teeth with another glass of water, and finally went to bed.

Birds chirped bright and early the next morning as coffee was being brewed for the gang. Affogato entered the kitchen and gave his sister a hug, something she hasn’t had in a long time. She hugged him back with a sleepy chuckle, handing him his coffee. “I didn’t know whether or not you put sugar or milk in your coffee.” He smiled, setting his coffee back down on the counter and opened the fridge, taking out a bottle of coffee creamer. “Cream.” “In other words, liquid calories-“ “in other words Espresso, mind your business.” With a laugh from the younger man, he sipped his black, strong as hell coffee with a cocky look in his brown eyes. “By the way,” Espresso continued, taking some waffles out of the freezer, “wait a second I was gonna make pancakes-“ “No. Waffles.” Espresso countered Latte as she interrupted him mid sentence. “Anywho,” he spoke as Latte went to gather the stuff she needed to make breakfast anyway, “You threw up last night, something wrong?” So he heard him. Shit. Affogato took another drink of his coffee, now laden with AlmondJoy flavored coffee creamer, he shook his head. “You sure?” “What’s going on?” Latte asked, turning her head from the kitchen stove to look at her older brother in question. “He wasn’t feeling too good last night.” You walked in the kitchen and kissed Affogato on the cheek. “Now come on, we have to prepare breakfast and discuss our plans for the day.” Affogato put his hands together, as they were abnormally cold. He followed you back into the living room where he would sit his coffee down on the small table beside the couch and resume his morning routine.

Once again in the dining room, everyone was eating chocolate chip pancakes with either coffee or tea. “Our plans. What are they?” Licorice asked, taking a sip of his tea. “The runes of the Coffee Tribe are just a little ways away. We can walk around there and do some sightseeing. There’s also a small town up the street some miles, we can do some strip shopping.” Latte suggested happily. “Sounds good to me.” Red Velvet said, swallowing down his pancakes. “Man chill red velvet for real, scarfing down pancakes like it’s an Arby’s sandwich-“ “you’re not that much better princess.” Red Velvet countered, “that’s why don’t ever go out on dates, ‘cuz no one would wanna take your triflin’ ass out anywhere.”

No one would wanna take your triflin’ ass out anywhere.

“WHERE ARE YOU GOING TO GO, AFFOGATO?! YOU HAVE NOT A POT TO PISS IN!”

“Affogato, please wait! She’s sorry-“

“LATTE!”

“Ah… dude?” Licorice snapped his finger in front of Affogato, who had appeared to have lost his train of thought and began to stare off into space again. “Oh! I’m sorry,” he muttered, cracking a smile. “Tired.”

Getting ready, packing the car up, they all make their way to this shopping center that Latte brought up. Espresso was sitting in the front passenger seat this time as he looked over at Affogato, who was driving once again but with a different look in his eye. He almost looked as though he was lost in his head behind the wheel, all the while having a dead look in his eye– no glimmer, no shine, just dead focus on the road and shallow rooted breathing. Espresso took out his phone and pulled up to text Latte, who was sitting in the back. A text tone could be heard in the midst of the soft music coming from the car radio. She looked at it.

Espresso – Today 10:49

『Hey, have you noticed that Affo has been acting out recently?』

Putting her phone on silent so that no one would get nosey, her rounded nails tapped softly on her phone screen as she responded to Espresso’s text after a second of thought. To be true, both of Affogato’s siblings have noticed that he has been behaving a little off ever since they arrived. However, as she slightly hesitated to press the blue arrow at the end of the message bar, she took a breath, nodded to herself, then sent her text. His phone vibrated–

latte bby – Today 10:51

『Yes… as a matter of fact, he's been acting weird even before we came here. He called me before he left his home supposedly to talk to me. He was nervous about going back to the cabin. He may be having flashbacks of our childhood. I would keep an eye on him, considering he has been feeling spacey for a bit, and him getting sick in the young hours of the morning out of nowhere… a tell tale sign. He’s definitely hiding something that he can’t hide from me.』

He looked back at his brother after reading her text with a little more of this newfound concern in his eyes. “You okay?” Espresso suddenly asked, in the midst of his worry. It took Affogato a second to respond clearly, nodding in the dead musical silence before muttering his confirmation.

Espresso – Today 10:55

『Yeah. There’s something wrong.』

They make it to the shopping center not too long later, and everyone takes a second to group up. Surprisingly, you wanted to walk around with Licorice and Red Velvet to free roam on your own. Admiring your sense of bravery, Latte accepts your decision but asks that you have your location on so that she or her brothers can find you in case you get lost. As you three venture out in the shopping center, gripping the scarf on your neck and holding it to your face for some kind of comfort against the wind, they go into a store that they find to be interesting because they had a winter sale going on. Licorice wraps his scarf around his shoulder, being overcome by the sudden wave of heat overwhelming him. You were looking at coats with Licorice while Red Velvet walked off to explore the store. You felt the necromancer tap your shoulder. “Hey, have you noticed that Affogato has been acting off?” He whispered, causing you to look up at him. “He’s probably just drowsy. He did get sick last night though. Something about the jambalaya, why?” He pulled out a coat that he found on the rack and started looking at the dark faux fur on it, attracting him, “I don’t know, I mean like… he’s been very spacey, ya know? Like… like Red Velvet told me about the fact that he had also seen that he has been acting off. Especially with this morning. Like he asked me if he normally acts like that I was like, no? I on’t know really. But I was wondering if you knew what was wrong with him.” A moment went by, you gave an honest thought about what Licorice had said, but despite what he had said, you didn’t want to bother the thought. If Affogato says he's okay, why pester him about how he's feeling if he's only going to say the same thing every time?

“I mean… if he says he’s fine, he’s fine I’m not gonna push him, but if I see something concerning, yeah, I’m going to confront him on it.” “Understandable but hey, you know…” You started walking around the store with him as he gestures to different aisles, giving you a coat he found, “Hey I think you’d like this one but anyway,” he said, gathering up some beanies for himself, “uh…” after gathering his beanies he turns you to face him. “Licorice. What-” “Listen to me. Come to the bathroom with me.”

“The… the bathroom?”

“Yes, just come on. Put your things on that chair over there and come with me into the bathroom. “Don’t ask why, just come on.”

“But, but why though?”

“Oh my god come OOOOONUH-”

You were quite honestly dragged over to the unisex bathroom by the wrist, putting your stuff down on the bench by the door as he pulled you in and locked the door. “Listen. I eavesdropped on a conversation that he, Espresso and Latte had in the wee hours in the morning, talkin’ about… ah… about his childhood or whatever, and like how he’s been feeling disoriented and shit, but he doesn’t want to talk to you about it out of fear that he will worry you. But like… I think there's something else behind this shit and I know there's something else going on.” You put the toilet seat down and sat on the toilet, with him kneeling on the ground in front of you, putting his pale boney hands to your shins for leverage and balance. “We’re back in the Dark Cacao Kingdom basically, and I don’t know whether or not you know about his past here, but his reputation isn't as squeaky clean as you think it is.”

He then goes on to say that Affogato has a past filled with lies and usurpations, all in an attempt to gain what he wants. Of course, you knew all of this because it made headlines in the Dark Cacao Kingdom, yet you never actually knew that it was him all along. “You know what he also… he also has had a colorful childhood. He was like, this close,” he nearly pinched his thumb and index finger together, “this close, to having a baby at age fifteen. He was very promiscuous, and he still is. He has like at least four ex girlfriends that have all had similar stories about why they had broken it off with him talking about, oh, he’s a cheater, he’s a liar, he’s irresponsible, a narcissist just like his mom and of course it was his mom I mean look. Affogato is the perfect scapegoat in disguise, Espresso is the golden baby that could do no harm and Latte may as well be a missing case considering the fact that she was barely acknowledged by her mom, I mean like… I don’t honestly understand why you’re dating him like–” you suddenly put a hand up to get him to stop running, and cleared your throat, silencing the light echo of his voice reverberating off the floors and walls of the small bathroom.

“If you’re trying to come onto me, Lico,” “what?” He looked at you and smacked his lips, cringing slightly, “No… no, no that’s not what this is, I’m trying to tell you that he’s filled with red flags, he’s a literal snake, he’s a conniving fatal snake that will take wants from you without hesitation and will hurt you in the process with no remorse. He’s not a good man, hell even Pomegranate has said that she wouldn’t date him even if she wasn't gay or if she had this burning crush on Red Velvet’s mom. Hell he even let Dark Choco go at his own dad and he just let him freeze out and left him to die, and honestly I don’t think you need someone like that.” You sat on the toilet in shock, the things that Licorice had told you sent you into a state of awe, how did he get this information? You put your hand to your chest and looked at Licorice with concern laden in your eyes. “So…” you started, trying so very hard to put the pieces together. While this information kinda did make sense, Licorice was known to dramatize and exaggerate things to make people believe his word. Unsure of whether or not to believe him, especially about the fact that you still didn’t know where he got this info from, or even elaborated on the conversation that he supposedly heard, you tilted your head in confusion. “Is what you’re saying true?” “I… yes of course it– eugh?” There was a knocking on the bathroom door, interrupting Licorice in his sentence.

“Ah… Ocupado!”

“It’s Red you fucker.”

“Ah shit.”

He got up and went to go unlock and open the door. “Eh?” “The fuck are you lot doing I was looking for you both like an idiot.” Red Velvet had a coat in his crossed arms, clearly unhappy. “Look I was trying to talk to them about Affogato and how bad he is for them, please back me up.” “How did you even know all that information anyways Lico?” You asked, tugging on the sleeve of his thick coat. He looked at you again and started to stutter out his words, “Well, you see I–” “I told him.” Red Velvet suddenly cut Licorice off. “What?” You asked, turning your attention over to Red Velvet. “Yeah, I told him. Affogato sometimes vents to me, and I met this watcher one day while I was venturing out with the army that day, I saw one of the watchers, and she was asking me to help her in her cause to persuade the king that Affogato had lied on her name to send her to exile to, quote on quote, get her out of the way. All the other information I learned about his childhood came through Espresso when he was asking me if I saw Affogato’s weird behavior.”

Suddenly, the puzzle pieces came together… it started to make sense. You personally knew Caramel Arrow Cookie, she would often come to the village that you would camp out at to share rations with the common folk to make sure that the cookies that were hungry had something to eat. Putting a finger to your lip, you looked back to Red Velvet, who you felt as though you could trust a little more than Licorice, and you nodded, saying you would process all of this information and attempt to piece it together on your own. “Heeey, give me some credit here y/n, I was the one that told you everything!” “Whatever, they know now, come on.” Red Velvet let you walk out, looking at the necromancer with an annoyed look on his face. “Uuuuggghhhh…. Fine.” He then walked out of the bathroom, with you and the three of you then headed over to checkout with your items.

From across the lot you see Affogato with his brother and sister weaving through stores. Walking out of the store with a bag and coffee in hand, you both briefly made eye contact with each other, although on your end you could feel this hot feeling of tension building up in your chest.It almost felt like a raging tornado, destroying everything in its path. You sighed and walked off with Red Velvet and Licorice in the opposite direction. You could feel your boyfriend’s eyes on the back of your head as you walked off. Latte stopped for a second, pulling at Espresso’s hand. They both looked at each other and then back at Affogato, who was in a state of space yet again. Latte then slowly walked up to her older brother and tapped his shoulder. Shaking it off was the hardest thing to do– you wanted to just run up to him and start pouring your eyes out.

Lunch came around, and the lot of you headed to this corner cafe in the shopping center. Affogato ordered for you out of desperation and beckoned you to sit next to him. Despite your inner pleas to do so, your body begging you to just swallow your pain to make him happy, Red Velvet’s and Licorice’s words from earlier echoed in your head like a melody on replay. You sat next to Red Velvet instead. The air around the table in the normally bustling cafe around this time was tense and heavy, to you at least. Affogato also knew that something was wrong, the way to approach you about it however… he didn’t know what to do, considering for the past forty five minutes you’ve been avoiding him like the bubonic plague. Licorice finally took his seat next to you, to your left, with his drink, and cleared his throat.

“So…” he started, taking a sip of his drink, “where did everyone go?” Latte looked to her older brother, sullied, then looked back to Licorice. “I went to this cute little bookstore with Espresso. We picked up some books that may be relevant to our research in coffee magic, and Affogato found this witch’s parlor. I believe he picked up some more candles, stones maybe…” Affogato nodded in approval. “Where did you go?” Espresso asked you, looking at you calmly with what looked like his fifth cup of coffee in hand. “We went to a few clothing boutiques and got some winter clothes. I guess we underestimated the cold winds here, haha..” “Yeah, I hate being cold.” Licorice added, “This coat is nice and warm though! And inexpensive too.” Espresso took a drink of his coffee and looked at Licorice nonchalantly. “And… what kind of work do you do, exactly?” Licorice’s eyes took to a prideful glimmer. “Well, outside of being the most distinguished necromancer imaginable, I am one of the lead vocalists in a group called B.A.D 4. Featuring yours truly, Red Velvet, one of my underlings, and Poison Mushroom.”

Espresso and Latte both burst out in laughter, causing a dark cast to form over Red Velvet Cookie’s face. He put his red and white striped hand to his forehead, a soft groan coming from the crimson general. “Hey! D-Don’t laugh! We are truly exceptional performers, tell ‘em Red! Tell them!” “We only make money off of sales and commissions we do, what's the point in calling ourselves a band if we aren’t even an official group?” “And you make the most money anyways Red Velvet considering the fact that you are our main source of PR for some reason.” You scoffed, poking Red Velvet’s cheek. “I could give a few reasons why!~” “Hey! Y/n cookie! Don’t forget about me! I made this group possible here!”

While you, Licorice, and Red Velvet argued over who got the most PR for their alleged KPOP group, Affogato looked at you longingly as it seemed that your mood had changed because of Licorice lighting the mood of the table up. Many questions start to fire up in his head.

What happened back there when Licorice was with them?

Is there something I don’t know about?

Did he do something to them?

Do they like Licorice more than me..?

From across the room, he saw his mother wearing the most elegant dress he had ever seen– perfect purple decals and contrasting white and black decor on the sleeves, golden headdresses that would make even the fairest consorts look dolled up. She straightened her lipstick in the mirror and blended her lips together, blending out the dark color seamlessly. Next to her stood his youngest brother. She turned to him and twirled herself, letting her dress parasol around her legs gracefully as she wore a sweet smile. “Espresso, honey, do I look good?” She asked sweetly. He nodded, straightening out the bottom curls of her dark hair that fell to her back, “good, good. Tonight is the big night after all, honey. I hope I can truly make this one happy. I’ve been trying now for a while and… hopefully we can make it to the next level for you.”

Why is she telling him this information? He doesn’t need to know about her rendezvous with other men.

But he’s young, he doesn’t exactly know what his mother is doing. “You know me and your father used to do this all the time while I was pregnant with you. He would take me out to all of these elegant high dollar dates, spend money on me, make me feel lavish and expensive, like I was the baddest bitch on the streets with the finest clothes and the finest jewelry… I loved how he made me feel like a queen, don’t you honey?” “Mhm, he also treated us well when he was around. Now Latte just calls him a jerk and kicks the birthday cards he sends us around her room until they find their way into her wastebin.” She giggled and turned to him once more, away from the mirror and kneeled down to the young Espresso, her soft hands finding their way to his shoulders covered by his black silk pajamas. With a smile and the correction of his collar, she sighed. “Well… your father was nothing but a dollar sign, baby. That’s all he was. He can stay with that whore for all I care. After all, you are the only companion I will ever need. Your first love and your only love.”

Why doesn’t she love me like that?

Of course, the young Affogato didn’t exactly know really what his mother had for her youngest child at the time, but he knew that the way she would treat him at times would be wrong. Nevertheless, he has always wanted love or any kind of recognition from his mother that wasn’t negative. She got on him for everything, or often disregards all the work he does if she finds something that isn’t up to par with her sets of amazingly high standards. But Espresso wouldn’t even have to do anything and he would always end up being her little baby, the golden child that could never do any harm or wrong… the sweet boy. It made Affogato sick to his stomach.

“Now, remember the rules, you are to be in bed by nine o’clock. No more than that honey, okay?” With a nod from the little boy and a kiss to his forehead, she stood back up and turned the bathroom light off. “Mommy loves you.” “I love you too mom! Have fun!” She started to walk towards the living room, getting her purse and heading for the door, when her eldest blocked her path from getting a good grasp on the doorknob to leave. They both stood and looked each other in the eye for a few seconds before his mother glared down at her eldest. “What are you doing?” She asked, quite annoyed with a scoff. “Who is he?”

Affogato, Latte, and Espresso’s biological father had left them a long time ago. Growing up without a father was difficult, especially since he, in his mother’s eyes, was the only man that treated her right, despite not giving a damn about his offspring after Espresso was born. That being said, he was a “good father”… up until the third kid. Ever since then their mother has practically coached their children into thinking that their father was a bad person, all because he had left her for another woman, which made her as his ex wife, quite bitter.

“I asked you who the man is.” Affogato repeated. His mother scoffed again. “Can I not go out to see people, is that what this is?” Affogato furled his brow in confusion as his hand quickly went for the doorknob again before his mother could snatch at it, “No, that's not what I-” “Oh so I’m seeing a man now? Well, according to my son, I can’t do that? Listen boy, I’m a grown woman. I don't need to explain myself to you, nor do I need to explain to you who this man is.” She moved to try and push him away from the door, but his posture proved to be solid. “Well, you keep bringing him into the house in the dead hours of the morning waking us all up. The three of us, not just me, want to know who he is–” “My baby and Latte can know who he is if they want to meet him. You on the other hand–” “SPEAKING OF.” He boomed over his mother as she spoke, making her eyes widen.

“Why do you keep telling Espresso about these things? He doesn’t need to know about your love life, let alone who you bring home, anything about your divorce that happened three years ago, he doesn’t need to know anything about that, he’s seven. With that he’s–”

“Boy, who the HELL do YOU think you’re talking to?!”

“He’s your SON! MY. BROTHER, MAMA! He’s NOT. YOU’RE. MAN.”

S M A C K– – – – !

Espresso was standing nearby around a corner, watching his older brother lash out at their mother, before she delivered a harsh smack to his cheek. He covered his mouth with his stuffed owl as his large brown eyes widened. Taking her son by the collar of his shirt, she picked him up and dragged him away from the door, threw him onto the floor, and left without another word, slamming the door on her way out. Espresso looked at the front door and saw that next to it, the blinds were closed and covered by the curtains that hung up. He ran over to Affogato and kneeled down next to him, putting his owl down. “Affogato?” He asked softly. He looked up to his younger brother with pain in his eyes, and disgust laden in his body. “Hug.” Espresso hugged Affogato as he sat motionless on the floor. A part of him wanted to shove him away, another part wanted to accept the hug, hug him so tight and bawl like a baby. “Are you okay?” He asked again, getting only silence as an answer and the new sniffles coming from his older brother. Looking down at his older brother, who then tried to hide his face from him, he saw that he was crying through thick cream and dark brown bangs. “I love you, bub.”

Bub… it had been a while since he had called him that.

Affogato hugged Espresso back, busting out into a full on bawl into his shoulder.

Fingers snapped in Affogato’s ear, Latte put her arm up around his shoulder and with a light smile, she wiped the drool off his chin. “Honey, yoo hoo? Earthbread to Affogato, over?” Latte jokingly said, trying to get him out of another one of his stupors. He lightly shook his head and looked around to see Latte sitting next to him with a cup of water. “You were out for a while, here. I got this for you.” He looked at the stillness of the water, thin ice cubes dancing around in the cool plastic cup. He slowly took it, giving a nod as thanks, before he went to drink it though, he saw you right in front of him with your hand on his knee. This made him feel so overwhelmed that he felt like he could feel the hair follicles in his head itch at his scalp.

They eventually left the shopping center and made their way back to the cabin.

That night, Affogato found himself knocking at Espresso’s door. With a soft click of the lock, the door cracked open. “Huh?” “I need to talk to you and Latte in the kitchen.”

The trio grouped up, sitting at the kitchen table. Latte lightly tapped her pearl fingertips on the soft wood. “So… for a start, I just wanted to apologize for all of my nonsensical dizzy spells today and yesterday.” Espresso nodded. “You're okay sweetie. But I’m curious as to what has been bugging you.” “Is it just the fact that we’re back at the cabin?” Espresso added to Latte’s curiosity. Swallowing a lump in his throat, Affogato put a hand up under his chin, his other hand holding his forearm. He nodded, and looked down at the soft indents, the lines in the wood, and all the nooks and marks left over by years of use. “That’s a large part of it, yes,” “But normally Y/n is glued to you. I expected them to run to you upon seeing you like they usually do. But they didn’t this time.” Affogato looked up at Espresso, who was adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose. “How did you know that’s what I was going to say?” “I had a feeling.” He smirked smugly, causing Affogato to roll his eyes. “Anyways, you’re nervous about Y/n Cookie?” With a nod, Espresso chortled under his breath. “I honestly don’t see why.” “Espresso!” Latte nudged at her younger brother’s stomach with her elbow. “Be a little more sympathetic, he’s already feeling vulnerable! Listen dear,” Latte started, taking hold of her elder brother’s sleeve, dragging his arm down and taking his hand in her own, “I’m sure that they wanted some space for a bit. I definitely don’t think that Licorice came onto them in any way, nor do I believe that he has any feelings for them. I don’t think he would just take her from you.” He nodded, seeming to agree with her. “I would talk to them. Don’t pry, just see what went on while they were with Red Velvet and Licorice back there. Maybe inquire if he said anything to them. It can’t hurt, can it?” He nodded again, distancing his hand away from Latte’s. Fixing his sleeves, he looked at Espresso, who just nodded in turn. “Just trust me. Talk to them. Communication is important, you taught us that.” She smiled softly at him, her hazelnut brown eyes glimmering. With another nod, he headed off back to his room before thanking her with a hug goodnight.

You were already passed out in bed when he walked back over. He sat down at his side of the bed and looked at your sleeping form, your peaceful face, how your chest slowly rose and sank– the purest form of tranquility illuminated by soft moonlight seeping through the curtains he used to wrap himself in as a child. He smiled softly, tucking himself in and with bringing a hand to your cheek, he soon fell into a deep slumber, awaiting the next day.

The next… agonizing… day.

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