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eddie4bat-president · 11 months

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I'm not a writer but i had this thought so- bear with me, yeah?

For months Eddie hears all about how cool and badass Steve Harrington is, yeah, but you know what he also hears about? How Steve and Robin are made for each other and how cool and pretty Robin is and how stupid it is that they're not a couple for some dumb reason, like Steve not wanting to be with a band geek and still clinging to high school hierarchy. And in all of the things Dustin says about Steeeve Harrington, that last part is the only thing that fits into the Munson Doctrine, so obviously everything else Henderson is saying is what's skewed in his little shrimp world view.

Steve Harrington thinks he's better than a band geek and that's why we won't look twice at a girl that would be perfect for him (according to Dustin Henderson, so... still questionably trustworthy information). Eddie probably assumes Dustin is talking up how close Steve and Robin actually are, just how he's exaggerating how close Dustin himself is to Harrington (like that would impress Eddie and the rest of Hellfire??? He really doesn't know how to get through to the little sheep that his worship of Hawkins' most notorious square is a detriment to his character and not something Eddie would find impressive. If it was real. Which it obviously isn't. Anyway-)

Turns out? Steve Harrington? Actually a cool dude. Not cool as in popular but cool as in "holy shit did he just bite that thing's head off???? Oh and he's not even gonna brag about that, it's just nbd, yeah sure, cool cool cool be fucking cool Eddie, oh god he's talking to me why is he talking to me" and just, chill to hang out with. After the whole shit show went down. Who would have fucking thought, huh? (except for Dustin Henderson, yeah yeah yeah, shut up)

So now Eddie has to reevaluate some other assumptions he made. Maybe Dustin was right and Steve actually is cool and badass, and he and Buckley actually are as close as he had said (and they really fucking are! He has seen them give Keith eerily matching bitchy looks for trying to schedule them on opposing shifts and basically bully the guy into changing the schedule around so they can spend as much time as possible in each other's presence. It's enough to make a guy question his own friendships when sometimes a few hours of band practice are enough to make him want to never see any of those chucklefucks again. Of course, that feeling abates but seriously, how are those two never sick of each other??)

So if they're as close as advertised but not a couple (and after meeting everyone Steve cares about and they're basically all nerds so the "Harrington thinks he's too good for a band geek" thing can't actually hold true-) what is the hold-up? Why aren't they a couple? And somehow, somehow Eddie comes to the conclusion that Steve is in love with Robin. Steve is a serial romantic (emphasis on romantic) and while his love life isn't the talk of the town post-earthquakes as it would have been before, people do still talk about the fact that he hasn't taken out a girl since it happened.

Which brings us to a day in summer, maybe fall, after Eddie has seen Steve look wistfully at a young couple with a baby, that he shows up at Robin's door step.

"Eddie? Hey what's up?"

"Good, good, how are you? Uhh can I... can I come in?" There's a nervous energy around him that is immediately infectious and she leads him to the living room where he immediately starts walking back and forth in front of the couch. She watches him for a moment, hands fluttering through different motions trying to find one that might calm him down before giving up on that. Instead Robin swerves around him, clambering onto the couch and wrapping her arms around her right leg, putting her head on her knee. She follows Eddie's path with her eyes and decides to wait before quickly realizing that she can't, actually.

"As riveting as it is watching you walk a groove into my parents' rug, do you maybe want to say something? I mean I can definitely talk enough for the both if us if that's what you want it's just that I have the slight suspicion you've got something you need to get off your chest" Eddie stopped walking halfway through her monologue and starts nodding.

"Yeah. Yeah yeah yes you're right it's just- I haven't a hundred percent made up my mind about saying something", Eddie has one arm wrapped around himself and uses the other to alternately play with his hair and gesticulate at her, "because on the one hand it's a little bit driving me crazy, maybe, but on the other hand this is none of my fucking business" And Robin who was worried at first just because Eddie is nervous, then for a second because she was scared he was going to confess to a very ill-advised crush on her, is stumped. What the fuck is this about and why did it bring him to her of all people?

"Just say it you weirdo", is what decides to comes out of her mouth but it doesn't even matter because half of her sentence is layered with his "Are you aware Steve is in love with you?"

[here we're facing the issue of me not actually being a writer and pretty much running out of steam but we also haven't reached the part that sparked this whole thing yet, which is wild - let's just pretend I wrote a very funny dialogue between those two in which Eddie confronts Robin for stringing poor Steve along ]

There's a moment when they're both silent and there's a moment when they're both talking and then there are steps coming down the stairs. They make a smirk grow on Robin's face that is starting to worry Eddie when not a parental figure but Steve Harrington steps through the doorway. He's wearing sweatpants and a shirt that might be Robin's and there's a headband pushing his hair away from his face.

"Don't yell at me for coming downstairs, you took forever and the first layer... is... dry....", he stops in his tracks the moment he looks up from his bare toes and sees Eddie. Then he very quickly rips off the headband and slings it somewhere to his right into the unknown of the hallway.

"Hi Eddie. What's... up" Eddie is going to sink into the floor and never come up for air again.

In the meantime Robin stood up on the couch to sit cross-legged on the back of it for a better vantage point and is steepling her fingers in front of her face. Eddie is getting the distinct impression he's missing some crucial information here.

"Stevie, babe, platonic love of my life-", Steve nods for her to go on, "you know how we decided I get a veto on your romantic life because we realized droves of suboptimal dates actually make you miserable so we're going for quality over quanity for the first time in your small-town Casanova life?" Steve has that cute little crease between his eyebrows while he's looking back and forth between Eddie and Robin, trying to figure out what's going on but he rolls his eyes at the end of her sentence, back in familiar territory. "Yes, Robin-"

She interrupts: "And you know how I also reserved the right to give a shovel slash molotov cocktail talk to anyone we deemed worthy of being a potential future partner?" Steve's face somehow shows an emotion that can only be encapsulated by "?!" as he glances to Eddie before shifting back to Robin with just the "?" remaining.

"First I have to say I'm personally very pro, I loved this experience; Eddie here really made a fool of himself, very worried for your delicate sensibilities and how I'm breaking your sweet little heart." "...what...?"

"So: what's the verdict on a potential future partner giving me the shovel talk?"

#Robin had painted 7 of Steve toes when Eddie rang the doorbell btw #they're a dark blue because Steve didn't want to jump into the deep end with too feminine a color #but black felt too edgy #but while they were drying and on the way down he kept looking at them and thinking #''i don't think this is my color... maybe a light blue? no too baby boy. yellow? nah that's ugly. orange? wait maybe with a stripe?#can nails be striped...?'' so when he arrived downstairs he was starting to worry he had never looked at a girl's nails because he didn't #know and whether that was sexist somehow #he had to shift gears very quickly when he arrived downstairs is what i'm saying #anyway i cannot stress enough how much i am not a writer #but the thing with the reverse shovel talk came to me and it wanted out #platonic stobin #steddie fic #steddie #hey i'm talkin' here #robin buckley #steve harrington #eddie munson #not beta read #top posts

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kingofspadescos · 4 months

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Dean Winchester x Reader - Ballroom Blitz

Right- sp I've gotten myself hyperfixated on Supernatural and well- I'm only on season 5 but I had an idea- so here we go

Reader is Gended Neutral

Anything in () - is unimportant parts of the song, not plot dependent

Song - Ballroom Blitz : By - Sweet (YouTube video at the bottom)

So imagine-

Dean and Sam were on another case, chasing what they presumed to be demons. A string of murders had been traced back to a bar in fucktown nowhere Pennsylvania, and the brothers had immediately swung by the bar once they made the connection.

(Are you ready, Steve? Uh-huh.

Andy? Yeah.

Mick? Okay.

Alright, fellas, let's go!)

As soon as they entered the bar, they were hit in the face by loud music, the stench of alcohol, and the overall buzz as a hoard of people gathered on the dance floor. Dean looked around with a smirk. This was something he could get used to.

"Hey Sammy, why don't-"

"Oh, it's been getting so hard. Living with the things you do to me"

Dean was cut off by the band that was currently providing entertainment for the customers at the bar. His eyes swept across the makeshift stage of the joint, and up to the singer, who was already looking directly at him. He tilted his head in question, but the singer only smirked and averted their eyes to his brother.

"My dreams are getting so strangeI'd like to tell you everything I see" they sang, looking directly at Sam before grinning and looking to the back of the bar.

"OH!" They practically yelled, causing Dean to spin around to see what they were looking at, thinking something was wrong.

"I see a man in the back as a matter of fact. His eyes was as red as the sun."

He turned back around with a roll of his eyes, now realizing it was only part of the song. When he looked back at the stage you were looking at him again, with a shit eating grin.

"And the girl in the corner that no one ignores 'Cause she thinks she's the passionate one" You said, and even though it was only a lyric, Dean could tell by the glint in your eye and the way you nodded your head in his direction, you were aiming the line at him.

(Oh yeah! It was like lightning

Everybody was frightening

And the music was soothing

And they all started grooving

Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah)

He couldn't keep his eyes off you as you preformed. It's like God had made you the headlight and Dean the deer, unable to move a muscle, to entranced.

"And the man in the back said, "Everyone attack", And it turned into a ballroom blitz" You sang, making a pointed glance to the back of the bar again, but Dean didn't pay much mind to it, a stupid boyish grin still present from the moment he laid eyes on you.

You only rolled your eyes once they were trained back on him. "And the girl in the corner said, "Boy I want to warn you", It'll turn into a ballroom blitz" You continued, crossing one foot over the other and spinning around with a wide grin. He couldn't lie, you had a captivating stage presence.

(Ballroom blitz, ballroom blitz, ballroom blitz, ballroom blitz)

Once you finished the chorus you spun back around, locking eyes with Dean again, before sinking to the stage floor on one knee.

"Oh reaching out for something. Touching nothing's all I ever do" You sang, stretching out a hand to the middle of the crowd. "Oh I softly call you over" you said, moving you arm so your hand was reaching out towards Dean, before beckoning him over with one of your fingers. "Then you appear there's nothing left of you."

Dean almost without hesitation began walking closer to you, only being stopped by a hand on his shoulder. "Dean no. You promised you would help me investigate" Sam protested, but Dean shrugged his hand off. "I am helping" Dean insisted with a smirk before walking over to you, moving so there wasn't more than a few feet between the two of you.

"And the man in the back is ready to crack. As he raises his hands to the sky" You continued, your eyes stareing into the shorter brother, as if you were trying to tell him something. "And the girl in the corner is everyone's mourner. She could kill you with a wink of her eye." Then with a very pointed wink, you were standing up again, dancing across the stage, returning to give your audience your full attention.

(Oh yeah!

It was electric

So frantically hectic

And the band started leaving

'Cause they all stopped breathing

Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah)

As soon as the bridge was over you once again sunk to your knees, seeing as Dean hadn't move from his spot. "And the man in the back said, "Everyone attack" And it turned into a ballroom blitz" You sang again, and looked to the back of the bar once more, and this time Dean looked back catching a glimpse of a man who looked to have black eyes.

Realization flashed in his eyes as the song lyrics finally sunck in. However, he didn't have enough time to react as he felt fingers grasp his chin and turn his head back towards you.

"And the girl in the corner said, "Boy I want to warn you"It'll turn into a ballroom blitz. Ballroom blitz." You repeated, emphasizing your words, keeping your firm grasp on his chin to make sure he understood what you were saying before letting him go.

Than everything seemed to happen at once, a scream from the back of the room and then chaos. Dean turned hand immediately on his gun, making his way to the bar. Sam who was already several steps ahead of the other, was already fighting off two demons, stabbing one through the cheek with the demon-killing knife.

(Oh yeah!

It was like lightning

Everybody was frightening

And the music was soothing

And they all started grooving

Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah)

You continued to sing even as you jumped down from the stage and followed Dean, your own gun in hand. "And the man in the back said, "Everyone attack" And it turned into a ballroom blitz" You said, coming up behind Dean, turning so your back was to his, making it so you didn't have any blind spots.

"And the girl in the corner said, "Boy I want to warn you" It's turned into a ballroom blitz."

(Ballroom blitz, ballroom blitz, ballroom blitz, ballroom blitz)

A few minutes and injuries later, four bodies laid dead at your feet. "Who are you?" Sam questioned, still on edge, knife ready in hand.

"Sammy c'mon-" Dean protested, even though he couldn't help the curiosity that had been buidling up ever since he saw you.

"Dean don't" Sam said "who are you?"

You huffed, walking back to your stage to grab a half a day old bottle of water.

"Y/n, my name is y/n" you introduced yourself "I'm a hunter, like you, had a dream about the two of you coming to this shit town but couldn't do anything about it since the demons had us on lock down."

You took a much needed drink of water to cool your dry throat before explaining more. "Luckily most of them like to have fun, and what's more fun than a little show?" You grinned "had to get you two to notice them somehow, thought the song was fitting."

Dean had followed you back to the stage, his signature flirtacious smirk gracing his features "well I quite enjoyed it" he said with a wink, moving to stand infront of you.

"Oh I know you did, took you forever to realize that I was trying to warn you and not just flirt with you" you replied with your own smirk.

A chuckle erupted from his lips "so you were flirting with me?" He asked, ignoring every other part of your sentence, opting to get step closer to you.

You shrugged, taking your own step towards him, your hand curling into his collar to bring him closer, Dean immediately biting his lip in response.

"And if I was?" You asked, tilting your head.

"Then I think I owe you a thank you, a date, a bit more"

( It's, it's a ballroom blitz

It's, it's a ballroom blitzIt's,

it's a ballroom blitz

Yeah, it's a ballroom blitz)

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trrickytickle · 11 months

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Anomaly WreAks AnArchy on ArAchnid AnArchist

A/N: getting back into the groove of doing requests bc of a req/fic trade with @phobiaoftickles !!!!! HAHAHS THIS DRAFT WAS ORIGINALLY LEE PAV BUT IT HAS BEEN MARINATED AND EVOLVED INTO AN AWESOME LEE HOBART AWESOMENESS STORY FOR DA AWESOME JAMIE OLIVER BOI also footer tickles near the end

SummAry: Non-canon Part 2 of "The Tea Word" (separate from @/tickle-beans' MFTBU)-

In a turn of events, it's revealed that Hobie, being the awesome role model/love triangle rival/ex-runway model/probably ex-con he is, is unexpectedly the most ticklish out of all the Spider-People. (bit of lee!Pav at the beginning, the rest is a shit ton of lee!Hobie)

"C'mooon, go get her! I can't bear this!"

"I-It's not like that!!"

Pavitr continued to egg Miles on about the super palpable romantic tension between him and Gwen, but if it was up to him to say, nothing of the sort was going on. Gwen and Hobie, to Miles' right, were chatting away about what seemed like jargon to Miles and Pavitr, who weren't the slightest bit familiar with music theory.

"So, see, i'sounds better when you capo 3." Clipping the capo on his clipping-covered guitar, Hobie strummed a melodic tune, Gwen looking on in utter amusement.

"Awesome." She gasped, not even attempting to hide her excitement.

Pavitr punched Miles in the arm. "Come on, come on, change the subject! This is so annoying! Will they, won't they, will they won't they-"

Miles chuckled and shoved Pavitr away awkwardly. Hobie glanced over and cocked his eyebrow in a mild annoyance, and smirked. To the untrained, normal, not part of Spider Society eye, this was just a slight change in expression. It wasn't anything to cheer about. But to Pavitr and Gwen- that was the face of somebody about to deliver a deadly poison to those who wronged him, whether that be stealing his Chuck Taylors or punching him a little too hard. Hobie inched over to Miles, scoffing.

"Oi newbie! 'S he annoyin' you?"

Pavitr glared back at Hobie, laughing awkwardly. "I wasn't annoying him, I was just pressing-about a really, very important matter- and it goes without saying that everyone can notice Miles is giving Gwen the e-AAAAAAAAHHH! HOBIEE!! This again!?"

Hobie squeezed onto Pavitr's lower ribs, and looked back at Miles.

"That's one of ...many ways to shut'im up."

Miles laughed. "Bro's a screamer."

Pavitr groaned. "Tickling is not fair!"

"Oh yeah? Well weren't you just poking n' prodding at Mr. Armpit Blood?"

"He was sullying the name of all things rich, sweet and chaIIIII!!!! Nahaha-haha ha ha hahehe-HAH!" Upping the ante, Hobie strummed along his sides and continued with the tickling along his lower ribs, this time pressing onto his upper ones as well. "STOP!"

Gwen laughed nervously. "Yeah, he's right, youshupprobablystop, yaaaayy, you've had your fun!" Gwen laughed nervously, Ghost-Spider hood still over her head in embarassment.

Hobie glanced. "You're next, Gwendy."

"I'm going to go practice the drums. Have fun... Tickling." Cringing with that last word, Gwen bolted out of the rec room. Miles looked on in amusement at Hobie's strumming fingers and Pavitr's exaggerated screeches and death threats and "I'm-gonna-die-s".

Thankfully, the punk placed his hands back on his sides, leaving Pavitr some room to breathe and recover from the giggly stupor. Quickly patting the ghost-tickles away, he quickly perked up and looked over at Miles.

Miles shrugged. "Don't try anything-"

"Hey, hey, you know how Hobie acts all "Ooh, society! Stigma! Anarchy!" That last part was peppered with a thick fake Cockney twang which muddled with the Indian and Pavitr's hushed tone so much it was practically another foreign accent. "But he's reeeaaally ticklish. Like, as well."

Miles muttered. "Okay, okay, I see you..."

"Especially on his-" Just as Pavitr's fingers were about to make the slightest contact with Hobie, his bangled wrist was grabbed and stopped in place by the punk.

"No." Hobie asserted, the slightest twinge of nervousness in his deep voice. "O-or I'll-"

"Or what?" Pavitr sassed. "You gonna colonize us again, tea boy?"

Before an empty threat went past his lips, Miles webbed Hobie's arms together and went straight for the kill on his armpits.

"Or... soon you're gonna be the Spider-Man who's bleeding from the armpits." Miles taunted.

Hobie screeched with frequency that would rival mic feedback as he doubled over to the floor in a lack of balance, but Miles straddled his waist.

"I gotchu, don't worry!"

"kkHAAAA-hhHHHAAAAAH-ha!! Ff-hh-HAH!!" Hobie choked out. "'Umnnot th-ticklish!!" Miles kept vigorously scratching at the punk's pits, and Pavitr took his knees, fingers like insects crawling over the surface and wriggling behind.

"Oh but yes, yes you are!" Pavitr taunted with the sugar-sweet voice he had reserved for cooing at Mayday. "Miles, count his ribs!"

"Um, one, two, three.." the anomaly replied, counting on his pale fingers while his right hand was still tickling Hobie's armpit, albeit less aggressively. Hobie was holding out, but his face burned at the thought of the onlooking Spider-People's reactions. The teens had already gotten some stares from his previous attack on Pavitr, but the others had paid more attention to the sight of Hobie reduced to titters.

"Phehe-HPP-Pav, y-KK-You HHB-berk! Y'WUHULDN'T!"

"No, press DOWN! Like playing piano! Lemme try!" Pavitr moved up, sitting square on Hobie's tummy to demonstrate, two fingers tazing his middle ribs. Miles, following suit, prodded lightly at Hobie's ribcage, eliciting supressed chuckles that sounded a little more like coughs.

"Ffkk-KKKHHHA!! hh-Stop it, ya- hhHIdon'LIKETHAT! HAAAhhh-hHH!"

"Ah-ah, you gotta make little counts too. Ek, do, teen, chaar, paanch, chhah..." The numbers rolling off Pavitr's tounge were the tipping point for Hobie, who with every targeted little prod at his ribcage was breaking more and more and more and he was just about to LOSE IT-

"HH-FF-HA-HYEEE-HA-haha-HUH-HAH!! HAAA- huh-HH-GitOFF! Sling'y hook- Pahaha-HAV!" Hobie's deep voice broke in hoarse laughter, and he squeaked with every utterance of Cockney insult-gibberish interrupted by his own hysterical laughter, shaking in his webbed bonds.

"No, I don't think I will, no, sir! In fact, let's try your tummy!" Pavitr lifted up the duochrome shirt which his a well-toned umber stomach, and with skilled fingers, Miles' hands found themselves creeping along from Hobie's sides swirling into his belly button, then creeping right out to give a few more prods at the ribs. This sent Hobie down a spiral of laughter as inconsistent as he was, with lots of yelps, howls screams and a hilarious cacophony of noises contradicting one another.

"KkgHAHAHA-HhEEEEK-(k-snrk)-ffHHHPHA-HAHA-HhNn! Not hehere- n'-Nn'OTTHERE! (pant)"

"Goodness, your laugh is something else... something ADORABLE!" Pavitr continued teasing him. "Oh, Miles! He also hates it when I do this. Gud-gudi-gudigudi-gudigudi!" Whispering teases that Hobie didn't know the meaning of was a dirty trick- the punk didn't know what Pavitr was saying, but he knew, full well, what those words meant, and they sent goosebumps down his bony neck.

"Damn." Miles laughed. "You try his feet yet? I'm mad ticklish there." At the very notion, Pavitr lit up with a daring gasp.

"Yes." He blurted. "Yes I have, actually." His face changed to that of a playful smirk, as Hobie's gaze grew wide.

"No." Hobie stilled. "Please, Miles, don't lis'n to him- Ah, tom tit." Before he knew it, Hobie's boots flew off and web-patterned socks which were taken off just as quick were revealed. Pavitr held back Hobie's toes, and Miles spidered up and down his soles, laughing lightly along Hobie's hysterics.

"UH-HA-AH-HAHA-hh-HHKKHAA! Phh-PahAHavitr Puh-PrahahPRABAKAR, youhou're a DEAD blo-ho-hohoke, jh-H! Ahahanywhere budduh fuh-huh-HHEEEET!" Hobie howled and hollered, hitting the floor.

"Oh, and I forgot to ask, Miles. You like being tickled?"

Said spider person shook his head.

"Fair." Pavitr shrugged, the casual conversation continuing with every skilled stroke at the punk's peds. "Weell... Hobie liiikes it!" he sing-songed.

"SHhH-SHUT UHU-AHAH-haHhhyyYYou bunch'o WICKS!!" Hobie yelled, only a few decibels louder than his laughter, the noise making Miles back up while Pavitr kept playing at Hobie's toes.

"Does't seem like it. C'mon, let's give him a breather." Miles reassured. He climbed off Hobie, patting his shoulder, and yanked Pavitr's wrist to urge him off of Hobie, who stood up, knees knobbly from the wrath of both Spider-People whom he glared at.

"Heh.. you took it like a champ." Miles smiled up at him.

"You're next." Hobie spat, grabbing him by the collar of his hoodie. Miles made a small startled scream, and Pavitr laugh.

"I'm sure he doesn't mean it." By then, Pavitr had booked it out of the rec room.

Hobie cracked his knuckles. "Now, where to start..."

#tickling #tickle community #t-word #tfb community #tickle fic #tickle #tword #lee #ler

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top-tier-tickles · 1 year

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Make the Spider Sing

This is a FNAF: SECURITY BREACH tickle fic requested by an anonymous user. I hope you enjoy it!

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"GAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

That melodious laughter erupted from the dance floor of the west arcade. It was loud, the sound only amplified by the echo the walls provided.

"D-DEEHEEHEEHEEHEE JAHAHAHAY! STAHAHAHAHAHAP!" Glamrock Freddy cackled, squirming in the giant animatronic's grasp.

"Not until you dance!" DJ Music Man said, using two of his six hands to poke and tickle the bear.

Earlier, Freddy had decided to pay dj a visit, as Gregory was hanging out with Monty. The Gator had wanted to show him a new obstacle in his golf course.

After thar disastrous night, the virus was eradicated from everyone, along with new upgrades. One of the few upgrades was that Freddy could now control whether or not he dances on the West Arcade dance floor. An upgrade he- and everyone else - was rather thankful for.

Well, maybe not everyone...

DJ Music Man had always enjoyed the bear's company, he hadn't visited in a long while due to the bug being quite embarrassing to him. But DJ always liked it, it was amusing to see Freddy dance and groove along with him.

Now on this particular visit, the spider begun practically BEGGING Freddy to dance. Of course the bear refused over and over again, which of course lead to-

"GAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOHOHO PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!"

-this.

The DJ chuckled, continuing his ticklish assault. "You gotta dance at some point, fred."

"FIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHINE JUST PUHUHUHUHUT ME DOWN!"

DJ Music Man laughed triumphantly, gingerly putting Freddy back on the floor, letting him compose himself, eagerly waiting for him to bust a move.

Of course, Freddy did, he danced every dance that could possibly fit within his catalogue. The floor shook from the heavy pounds of metal stomping around, by the time Freddy stopped dancing, both animatronics burst out in laughter, clearly amused by the silliness of the situation.

Pretty soon, their laughter died down, and the pair sat together, calmly talking as DJ idly played with a record.

"I still cannot believe you managed to make me dance..." Freddy sighed.

"Hey, it's a dance floor, you gotta dance."

"I suppose..." An idea popped into the bear's head.

"Actually, DJ, I'd like to ask you a question..."

"Shoot."

"Are YOU ticklish? If so, where?"

"Ah...Honesty, I have no clue. Heh, I've never really felt anything like that."

"Oh, really? C'mon, my friend, there's gotta be somewhere you're sensitive."

"Nah man, You don't gotta do that... You and I both know I'm too big for anythin' like that."

"Thats not true!"

"Yeah, it is. Plus, I don't wanna end up hurtin' ya."

"I promise I'll be careful, no one will get hurt."

The giant spider thought for a moment, then sighed, lying down so Freddy could reach him easier.

"Go for it, man." He confirmed.

And so, the glamrock bear did, he tried every possible spot that could be vulnerable to tickles, even some not-so common places, only to get nothing but silence the entire time.

"Wow, I suppose you really aren't ticklish..."

"Yeah, I guess they thought since I'm so big that I didn't need that feature..." honestly, DJ Music Man was a bit saddened by this, he'd observed the others tickle each other, and it honestly looked a bit fun!

DJ sighed, resting his head on the floor, one of his massive hands next to it, giving Freddy an idea.

He turned the hand so the palm was facing up, and began gently running his claws along the palm.

DJ let out a rather loud squeak, quickly pulling his hand away and rubbing it.

"What was THAT!?" the spider asked.

"Hehehe! I believe we've just found your ticklish spot, my friend!" Freddy chuckled.

Freddy pulled the hand close again, scribbling his fingers on the palm.

"Ahehihihihihi! Thahat feels wieheheherd! Hihihihi!"

"Yes, that sensation is called tickling!"

"Ihihihi know whahahat it's cahahahalled!"

"I don't believe presenting sass is the best option right now." Freddy chuckled under his breath, digging his claws into DJ's palm.

"AHAHAHAHAHA! WAHAHAHAHAHAIT! WAHAHAHAHAIT! HAHAHAHAHAHA!" DJ's laughter had a slight autotuned sound to it, like he was singing without actually singing.

"It sounds like music!"

His laugh went in waves, high notes and low notes bounced about the walls, until finally, Freddy let up.

The spider's hand went limp, he panted despite not requiring oxygen.

DJ collected himself, and he and Freddy sat calmly for a few minutes.

"Heh, thanks, I needed that laugh..." DJ said.

"Anytime, my friend..." The bear replied.

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THE END.

#fnaf tickles #fnaf security breach #fnaf #glamrock freddy #dj music man #tickle fic

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ninjadeathblade · 6 months

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Moulin Rouge Discotrain AU (party thirty four)

Summary: Now that they're together, Conductor and Grooves are slowly settling in with their love for one another. Both have strong feelings for one another but don't always know how to express it.

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Word count: 1,348

Warnings: None

Author's notes: Okay, just before we go into the proper holiday special, we are taking some time out for shenanigans. And friendship. And ghosts. You know, the most likely trio of things! Enjoy.

“See you guys at New Year's!” Snatcher cheered.

“See you later,” Grooves replied before shutting the door.

Empress let out a low growl towards her phone as both of them headed down the stairs.

“What's wrong?”

“Some people didn't leave the other day. And now they're claiming the studio is haunted. The studio crew group chat is blowing up,” Empress explained. “You don't think you could-”

The cat waved her paws around in the air and made a ghoul-like ‘oooooh’.

“Sure, I've got time to kill.”

“Tell us again what happened,” Empress said, arms crossed over her chest.

Owlice, Cody and Pinguini sat on a bench in front of the two of them.

“Well, all the lights went out in the owl side of the studio. Then we heard singing coming from one of the practice rooms. And after we left, the door wouldn't open again,” Pinguini repeated.

“The penguin side is fine though,” Cody added.

"I was going to continue working on the directors’ costumes but I can't get back in,” Owlice complained.

“Alright, I'll go check it out. Sounds like a lost spirit just having a few laughs. Or a newly deceased,” Snatcher agreed, taking off his hoodie and passing it to Empress.

“Don't do anything stupid,” she said, eyeing him.

To anyone else, it would be a cold statement accompanied by a glare.

But he could see through that facade.

To him, it was a worried friend who cared more than she wanted to show.

“No more stupid than absorbing an entire curse,” Snatcher promised, walking up to the door. “This one, right?”

“Yeah, it won't open.”

Snatcher took a deep breath as he placed one hand on the door.

Frost spread across it and through the cracks, before entirely wrenching the door off its hinges.

“That's new. Should've been shadows,” he muttered.

“Everything good?” Empress questioned.

He shot her a quick grin over one shoulder.

“Yeah. Just stay here.”

Snatcher held his hand up, a blue flame floating just above his palm as he walked along the dark hallway.

Sure enough, singing drifted down the hall towards him.

Slowly, he pieced together words.

Lyrics.

A love song, perhaps.

From a musical?

Something about an angel of music?

Snatcher pushed open a door, looking at the spirit who abruptly went quiet.

“An owl.”

“Yes..?” The spirit stepped towards him, her wings moving to rest at her sides. “You can see me?”

“Yeah, I'm dead too.” Snatcher shrugged, extinguishing the flame in his hand. “Why are you haunting the studio?”

“Oh, I was looking for my husband. I've been looking after my little girl for a long time now but I saw him the other week. So I thought I'd check up on how his latest movie is going,” the owl explained.

“He gets in over his head a lot. But he's made a friend or two again now, which is nice. I hope he's okay.”

Snatcher sat down cross-legged on the floor, looking intently at the owl.

She copied his motion, sitting down about a foot away from him. “Anyway, you said you were dead too? I'm sorry. It's terribly lonely.”

“No, it's- it's not that lonely. I'm sort of a- a special kind of ghost? Yeah, I guess. Living people can still see me.”

“That must be nice.”

“Yeah, I've got a couple friends…” he trailed off, watching the owl again. “Have we met before? I swear I recognise you from somewhere.”

“No, I think I'd remember if we'd met,” she laughed. “You must think I'm rude though, I haven't introduced myself. I'm Scarlett.”

Empress picked up a framed picture on the table beside the sofa, holding it out to Snatcher.

“That was us. Me, Claw, Trisha, and Scarlett. The 'Steel Rose' gang. I did management for their band,” she explained quietly. “Trisha made it big after the band split up. Claw worked for me when I started the Nyakuza. And Scarlett…”

She broke off with a shaky exhale.

“Scarlett was happy while she was alive.”

“I'm sorry.”

He rested his head on her shoulder.

“Don't be. I mean, I miss her. Everyone who knew her does. I looked after her kid. Well, not really. More like I kept an eye on her. Her dad wasn't in the right headspace to give her the attention she needed.”

“Poor kid.”

“Gold medallist swimmer now.”

“Nice.”

“You know her dad.”

“What?”

“Short, angry, yellow.”

“No way.”

“Yeah.”

“You're- you're Scarlett!” Snatcher gasped.

“Um, yes…? That's what I just said,” Scarlett chuckled.

“Conductor's wife…” Snatcher murmured, still trying to wrap his head around it.

“Yup. Together till the end,” she said, smiling weakly. “I wish I hadn't been so sick. Maybe we could have finished that movie. Apparently he never released it. Only one scene was left to film but he gave up.”

“How long have you been dead?” Snatcher asked.

Scarlett shrugged. “Roxie was about six when I died so… twenty years or so now.”

“Empress misses you. So does Conductor,” Snatcher blurted.

Scarlett’s eyes welled with tears. “Empress is still alive?”

“Yeah, she isn't dying anytime soon. Not on her terms. And definitely not now that I know her.”

Snatcher failed to ignore the chill that spread down his spine as frost curled near his feet on the floor.

He frantically moved, pacing the room.

“Empress is too stubborn to die. And Conductor's happy, so you know. His, uh, friend? They're sort of a thing now,” Snatcher told her.

“Good. That's so good,” Scarlett sobbed.

Snatcher turned and looked at her, stopping in his tracks.

He sighed before hoisting her up from the floor and hugging her.

“It wasn't easy but they should be happy together. They're a nice fit for one another.”

“Thank you for telling me,” Scarlett sniffed before wriggling out his grip and floating just in front of him. “Can you pass on some messages?”

“Of course.”

“Let Empress know I'm glad she's okay. And tell Roxie I'm proud of her.”

“No message for Conductor?”

“I don't think I could put it into words.”

“Do you…want to pass on?” Snatcher asked gently. Scarlett shook her head.

“No, I want to stay here a while longer.”

“Just don't haunt the studio too much,” Snatcher advised. “You spooked some of the kids here. I say kids, they are grown ups. But they're just so little, you know?”

“I promise to try and not muck up anything in the studio again,” Scarlett responded with a laugh.

“If you decide on any more messages or that it's time to pass, come find me.”

“Thank you… what was your name?”

“Snatcher.”

“Thank you Snatcher.”

“You're welcome.”

He twirled his wrist, the flame appearing just above his palm again as he trekked back to the lobby.

"Well?! Did you deal with the ghost?!” Cody squeaked as he walked back out.

Snatcher rolled his eyes and closed his hand, flame disappearing along with it.

“It's not like she meant to cause any problems.”

Snatcher beckoned Empress to follow him and walked to the opposite side of the room from the trio.

“What?”

“Scarlett’s happy you're alive.”

Empress’ ears pricked and she darted towards the hallway.

“No- no, don't!”

The cat's paws thudded down the hallway and Snatcher mentally cursed.

He turned to the trio again. “Stay here.”

His form shifted and he floated down the hallway, serpentine body slowly moving down the dark passage.

“Empress?”

He eventually arrived back at the room from before.

Empress was crumpled on her knees, a few sniffs filling the otherwise silent room.

Snatcher twisted his body around her, weaving his body into a tight hug.

“She's gone.”

“I know.”

Empress let out a shaky exhale before sitting up straighter and leaning back against him.

“She was like the sun. Everything went around her. Everything fell to pieces without her.”

“She seemed really nice.”

“I know I'll never have her back. But if you see her again, let her know how much I miss her.”

Snatcher spotted a faintly glowing figure out the corner of his eye.

“I'm sure she knows.”

#a hat in time #ahit #ahit au #ahit moulin rouge au #snatcher #the snatcher #a hat in time snatcher #ahit snatcher #ahit empress #ahit oc #oc scarlett #oc owlice #oc cody #oc pinguini #oc roxie #moulin rouge discotrain au

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onlyjaeyun · 6 months

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Honestly, I'm not even a damn singer, and if Enhypen was all you wanna feature on our song, my ass would have came up with a verse, like maybe it's just praise kink coming out, but I would want to impress who I'm working with since you think you would want your feature to add something to a song, not just sing over the original song, like this ain't karaoke babes. I feel like the perfect song length is like 3:40, not too short, not too long, but all Hybe is making lately is like 2:20, like I think they are allergic to making long good songs, the longest song on both &Team's album and Enhypen's together is 3:48, and it's not even a real song, it's the prologue Mortal. Like War Cry is even shorter than Sweet Venom, like you don't have time to jam or get into the song, you get the vibe and just boom over, give us longer songs, like it's ridiculous, not every song needs to be short so it's easier to stream. I saw a Sweet Venom line distribution video, and it was probably the worst one I've personally seen for Enhypen; like Sunghoon got like 8 seconds, Jungwon got 10, Jake got 14, Niki got 15, Sunoo got 16, Jay got 18, and Heeseung got 46. Like I get it Heeseung main vocal, but you telling me the others couldn't have each hit one of those swee-hee-hee-t venom-nom-nom. Like War Cry is somehow better distributed with 9 members, despite Fuma getting only 4 seconds, Jo who has the most only got 22. Honestly, it do seem like that, like Enhypen with Bella, TXT with Anitta, and BTS with Sia. I honestly just want one question for Hybe regarding the next comeback, Chamber 5 studio version when, since it was just a cute song, and I think we need it, like Chamber 5 mv and all, I know Sunghoon would probably hate it seeing how he hated when Sunoo picked him to perform it, but that Chamber 5 dance practice with them dressed like fruits lives rent free in my mind, and we need a studio version. Also you listening to 10 Months while writing angst reminds me how I wrote this sad fic while listening to this song called Heartbeat by Carrie Underwood on repeat the whole time. Like the song is all 'I love the way you look in a firefly glow', 'dancing to the rhythm of your heartbeat' meanwhile I'm writing "No matter how long it took, even if he never found his way back to you again, you would never love another, and your heart would always ache for him, the one you believe is genuinely your one true love."

i wholeheartedly agree with the first part! i feel like ever since not only enha's but also new jeans' debut they've been making their new groups' songs shorter and shorter but i just dont get why? there was still so much potential in sweet venom as well as bite me so why not add another verse and make the song just thirty seconds longer??? i honestly dislike this wave of short songs like let me have at least 3 minutes to enjoy ???? i cant even get into the groove bc by the time i do it's already finished?💀 but yeah, genuinely wishing for their future tt's to bw a tad bit lobger to make the line distribution a little fairer 💔 i love love love jungwon's and hoonie's voices and would have loved to hear them more but we got them in still monster so i'm super happy (plus jay got to shine a lot this time and it makes me so 🥺 bc his voice is kind of my fave? but yeah)

also personally i just know those features are nothing but a way to promote bc she wasnt bad or anything but she also didnt add anything to the song imo 😭 i liked their harmony but that's it? she didnt even get a verse (which makes sense as the so g is so short already) but looking at proper collabs from their seniors like bts x nicki minaj it's just kinda disappointing but expected atp

and omg i love listening to happy songs when i write angst bc it kinda makes me write it even sadder than it is LMAO

#; mailbox 📬

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you-show-me-love · 1 year

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Gallavich Kinktober Day 28 - tattoos X “You look good all soaking wet.”

For @gallavichthings, fans of Day 14, and those willing to wait for me to get my groove back

Read on Ao3 or below the cut

"Ay! Where the party at? Something, something, something, the Bacardi at?"

Ian buried his smile into Mickey's neck from behind, moving his hips to the beat of a song Mickey only knew about half the words to. The Cancun sun was warming the exposed skin of his shoulders and for once he didn't mind the freckles forming there. It was worth it to grind against his boyfriend on their first vacation in Mexico.

The song changed and the crowd of young dancers grew loud as they sang the first few verses. Ian caught sight of Cole walking back from the bar, a drink in each hand and his hips moving sensually in fitted yet flowing linen pants. He passed a pink and yellow frozen drink with a tiny red umbrella to Mickey before grinding back into him, Cole practically bent over as he twerked.

Ian let Cole and Mickey have their moment, holding onto Mickey's waist with a loose grip, keeping close enough to feel his body heat. They deserved to dance, celebrate the end of their parole, gaining the new freedom to travel and running with it as far as possible. Ian was simply a tag along, well, him and-

"There are no chicks here!" Lip shouted into his brother's ear. The redhead smirked and looked around at the dancing groups, wondering if Lip even noticed. Lip's eyes followed him, taking in the same sex couples. Ian could see when the lightbulb went off over his genius brother's head.

"This is a gay thing?!"

Cole seemed to be done with Mickey, not that Ian minded having his boyfriend back, and sauntered over to Lip. Wrapping an arm around his neck, Cole used Lip's stiff body as a dance partner as he spoke.

"Oh sweetie, I thought you knew I invited you on a gaycation." Cole's dumb blond act was so good Ian almost fell for it, but Mickey's amused huff in his ear tipped him off. Lip, however, was still in the dark on Cole's game.

Ian hoped the two could last the week sharing a hotel room now that Lip knew he was at a gay resort. When Cole decided to invite someone to celebrate the end of their parole to make it fair he hadn't expected the man to throw the offer over to Ian's straight brother. Watching Lip chug half of his beer as Cole shimmied down his body to Christina Aguilera almost made him regret giving Lip's number to Cole. Almost.

"Alright everybody, it's been getting hot out here. I think it's time to cool down with a WET T-SHIRT CONTEST!"

The crowd cheered as attention shifted to the man with the microphone and tight, sequin booty shorts. A couple of men were already heading to the short platform the host was standing on, accepting large white shirts being tossed their way by a stagehand.

"Oh my god, get up there!" Cole's hands were forcing Mickey out of Ian's grip and toward the stage.

"Fuck no! You go!"

"Oh no honey, this makeup ain't waterproof. Plus, you're already in a white shirt!"

He watched the roommates fuss and squabble, knowing if Mickey didn't want to do it he wouldn't need Ian to interfere on his behalf. Ultimately with a final middle finger directed at Cole Mickey went, joining a lineup of guys ready to be hosed down and objectified. Ian rocked onto the balls of his feet, both eager and nervous for the show to start.

"Yeah, I think I'm gonna head back to the room." Lip told him, eyeing the dozen men with trepidation. Ian pulled him close before Lip could escape.

"Are you not gonna enjoy your gaycation?" Ian teased.

"Find me a guy with some nice tits and I'll consider it." Lip joked, pushing away and disappearing into the crowd. Ian watched him go, smiling as Cole blew kisses at his back.

Booty Shorts spoke again, grabbing everyone's attention. He explained that the contest was judged by crowd noise levels before tilting the microphone toward each man down the line getting their name and where they were from. When he got to Mickey Ian smiled at Mickey's bored expression.

"What's your name and where you from Mr. Serious?"

Microphone tilted his way Mickey scowled.

"None of your fuckin' business."

The response was a mixture of laughter and oohs from the crowd. Ian smiled, heart fluttering at his boyfriend's disgruntled charm. Mickey was an acquired taste, one Ian found himself liking from the moment he'd set sights on the ex-con-turned-barista. For others, like Trevor, Mickey's surly disposition was so off putting they couldn't be in the same room. Ian guessed they would see which way the crowd leaned when it was time to make some noise.

"Okay Papi." The host said, taking Mickey's attitude in stride. He gave the crowd a look before moving to the next guy in line who was happy to confess he was from Milwaukee. Mickey sneered and took a step away from his opponent.

With introductions out of the way and the crowd getting restless Booty Shorts grabbed a leaking hose from the stagehand and posed with a saucy wink.

"Time to get wet gentlemen!"

"Finally!" Cole cried, clutching at his lace tank top as if every second these men stayed dry was agony.

Putting the mic aside, Booty Shorts held the hose over the first man's head and the trickle of water increased into a full stream of water, soaking the man's white shirt in seconds and revealing tanned skin and dark nipples. The crowd cheered, their applause and whistles shifting to the next soaked torso, and the next.

Ian remained quiet, his eyes focused on one participant and one participant only: Mickey. The man's lips were tilted up in a semi-grin, his hair curling against his forehead with the heat. His fingers were twitching at his sides, betraying his impatience. Ian wondered if he was nervous or eager.

The hose was moving to Mickey now, water hitting his head and dripping down onto his shoulders and chest, soaking through the cotton tee leaving it transparent. Ian's mouth went dry the wetter Mickey got. His man was small but strong, making his compact body thick and shapely. His pecs were full, nipples pink and perky from the chilly water, the black balls of the barbells going through them apparent on either side of the sensitive buds. Probably the best part was the distorted image of Mickey's tattoos, the head and tail of a snake on either side of his neck the reptile resting across his neck and down his chest, a bouquet of stargazer lilies in vibrant blue, and an illegible sprawling of words over his heart. Ian's stomach did a backflip as he drank in Mickey's gorgeous body, soaking wet and unbelievably sexy.

"Cheer for your man!" Cole's elbow to his side settled his stomach enough for him to fill his lungs with air and scream as loud as he could, throwing in a sharp wolf whistle until Booty Shorts moves on.

Mickey didn't win the wet t-shirt contest, but Ian thought he should have. The white shirt was still damp and cold when Ian got him back to their hotel room. Closing the door behind him Ian pulled Mickey in close by his hips, feeling his pierced nipples rub just below his own.

“You look good all soaking wet.” Ian told the smaller man before claiming his lips in a heated kiss.

Mickey chuckled into the kiss, wrapping his arms around the redhead's shoulders.

"But I'm cold." He complained, bottom lip pushed out, the thick line cut by a ring in the center of it.

"Let me warm you up." Ian said low and loaded. Sliding his hands up under the hem of Mickey's wet tee he slid it up over chilled flesh, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. Their lips parted when the wet fabric reached Mickey's chin, and Ian pulled it off and flung it behind him, hearing the wet weight pull down the door handle and then plop to the floor.

Ian ran his large palms over Mickey's body, warming him up, feeling him. He flicked a perky nipple making the smaller man moan before hoisting him up by his waist and tossing him onto the bed.

"Gonna warm you up real good, baby." He whispered as he crawled over his prone boyfriend, laying his weight against him and pecking a loving kiss over the writing on his heart, now clearly visible: Ian Gallagher, because somewhere between a felon themed coffee shop and Mexico Ian had wormed his way under Mickey's skin and into his heart.

He undressed Mickey quickly, revealing milky white, thick thighs and shapely, tattooed calves. He kissed bare, boney ankles and inked knuckles before trailing his lips up and down Mickey's shaft, heated and hard with arousal. Deep green eyes met blown out blue as Ian took him in his mouth and suckled the head.

"Fuck, Ian!" He hissed, gripping Ian's ginger locks between FUCK U-UP fingers. Ian's chest blossomed with satisfaction, in love with how sensitive every part of Mickey seemed to be. He reached a hand up to move a barbell through Mickey's nipple, enjoying the shudder that rippled through the man, causing his cock to jump in Ian's mouth and the taste of salty precum to grace his tongue. Ian moaned and took Mickey deeper, letting saliva build in his mouth and glide his lips down the shaft quicker and easier.

"'M gonna cum." Mickey warned him, only to howl when Ian's response was to dig his thumbnail into Mickey's nipple. A few more pleasure-pain hits to the pierced buds mixed with the even pressure on his cock and Mickey was cumming down his boyfriend's throat, shuddering at the stiff flicks of Ian's tongue against his slit as he seeked out the remaining flavor.

Mandhalding Mickey under the covers and into his arms, Ian was determined to chase away the remaining chill clinging to him before taking care of his own erection.

"Your shoulders are all freckly." Mickey commented, brushing his fingers gently over them. "Thought you'd burn like a motherfucker."

Ian closed his eyes, enjoyed the feeling of Mickey's touch moving up his neck, his jaw, his lips, and eyelids. His erection had subsided but his blood still rushed in his ears. He hoped that never stopped around Mickey, the way he still got butterflies and couldn't stop himself from smiling. Eyes still closed he felt Mickey's fingers encircle his and bring them to his chest, allowing him to feel the raised letters of his own name and he knew this wasn't a feeling that would go away, for either of them.

#gallavich #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #shameless #ian x mickey #chaos writes #gallavich fanfic #ao3 #gallavich kinktober 2022 #sorry for the long wait #hopefully it was worth it

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zwoelffarben · 1 year

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Hi,

I saw your reblog on the fat-phobia thread and saw you claim to be chronically underweight, which is something i don't hear people talk about because I'm one of those people who has ribs that can be played as a xylophone.

But i feel sad about it.

And seeing you say that being chronically underweight was the worst experience of your life somehow led me to thinking that life must be better if I'm fatter.

I don't even know why I'm writing all this to you i have pending assignments but i just somehow felt comfortable telling you this-

thanks X

I'm always happy when my thoughts on my experience help people, so if I may expound upon them further, I'm pretty sure I've got some flavor of metabolic abnormality where food goes through my body without being fully processed. There's a lot of direct and indirect evidence pointing to that explaination but I've never consulted with a doctor about it, so it's just an observation of how my body appears to work and not a diagnosis.

But in my early life, despite eating twice as much food as everyone else around me, I was just apparently not getting enough real caloric intake for my body to store anything as muscle or fat. As a result:

I was terrible at sports because my body didn't have the energy to build strength or endurence; not matter how much I practiced I did not improve.

I was regularly lethargic, feeling the need for 10~14 hours of sleep or rest a day, which of course I wasn't getting being in a society that expects you to sleep maybe 7-8 hours a day.

I was almost constantly hungry even after eating my meals; and if I ever managed to sate myself, I'd be hungry enough to want to eat again within maybe two hours. I was well-acquanted wit the sensation of slowly starving on a full stomach.

I had no fat anywhere on my body; sure you could see my rib bones and play them like a xylophone, but more importantly, my ass was skin over bone. I could accutely feel the geometry of every seat I sat in; if my ass slid along a metal bleacher my coccyx nestled into the groove like the evergiven in the seuz, and if my ass slid across the metal bleacher, my coccyx hopscotched into every groove while I kept count. It was to say the least, deeply uncomfortable.

I was much more miserable about life back then than I am now, and some of that is owed to the fact that I was a teenager being teenaged. We're pretty much all little balls of angst around that age, but I think my state of being skinner than Death contributed an non-insignificant amount toward making me a particularly pungent ball of angst, yeah?

I'm still a skinny guy, but now I've got some thigh fat, ass fat, belly fat, manboob, and facial fat, and various muscles, and I'm much happier about that being the case than I think I would be if you could still play my ribs like a xylophone.

Anyway, enough about me; let's talk about you.

If I may make a recommendation to you as a stranger on the internet with a degree in creative writing and maths, I'd suggest that if your current weight is making you unhappy or uncomfortable because of how being that weight affects your experience of the world, that you look into having a dicussion with a reputable nutritionist about finding a long-term dietary plan to put and keep on weight, and if you and the nutritionist struggle to find an effective plan to meet your goals, you then look into having a chat with a doctor or specialist about potential underlying causes for your body's demonstrated inability to put on weight.

It's possible that my suggestion isn't something you can do or would want to, since it sounds like a non-zero amount of effort and I don't know if your circumstances even present it as an accessable course of action: I'm just a stranger on the internet with a degree in creative writing and maths.

But, if you're unhappy about how something is affecting you, taking whatever steps you consider practical to addressing the root cause of the unhappiness is generally speaking good praxis. And if I had a do-over with infinite resources I definitely would want to chat with an expert or two about why I could eat two large pizzas and still feel a bit peckish while maintaining my sticc ass despite negative effort.

Food for thought

#fatphobia mention #underweight mention

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softluci · 2 years

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this is for beyonce enjoyers ONLY

[the rest of yall can stand guard or smth idk but u have to be #REAL to consume this piece of media!]

i just wanted to come on here and let y'all know that mammon has actually had virgo's groove on repeat since it dropped and no one in the devildom has had a single ounce of peace. he fully believes he is beyonce's chosen. he refuses to listen to reason. he really needed this win. if it helps, there are intermittent bursts of energy and break my soul. but you're gonna have to give him a few more weeks before he listens to anything else. his vibe is unkillable right now, sorry to say.

while i'm here, i would also like to inform everyone that barbatos has not turned the album off at all; he actually keeps it on a loop for emotional, moral, spiritual, and physical support, something that only beyonce can provide in these trying times. solomon and asmo tried to invite him to their private listening party but he has a ritual every time beyonce releases and he needs to perform it by himself. his favorite is "america has a problem" because that's exactly how he tells dia, "no." ;; he actually cannot rank the rest of the album, do not ever ask him for a second favorite. it's alien superstar. category: sex-y Bitch, HE'S THE BAR! [bonus: when he realized That Man wasn't on the album, he actually opened a bottle of demonus just for himself.]

so the opening monologue in alien superstar actually plays in lucifer's head whenever he gets ready. that's just true. he listens to beyonce holding herself in the Highest regard and applies it to himself because who's gonna tell him it doesn't apply. he IS that girl, MOVE! speaking of move, that's his second favorite song off the album. something about "move move move move, yeah you gotta move move—" really speaks to him [because that's what he thinks as he's walking literally anywhere with a lot of people. if he doesn't know anything at all he knows every1 better move out his way!]

dia's favorite is move as well because . he's the Prince . it is engrained into devildom customs that everyone has to move out of his way. as far as he's concerned ms carter made that song for him. and when she says "me and my girlfriends, came out to play" ? do not. do Not. that line is about him, lucifer and barb like WHAT. [bonus: his second favorite song is cuff it because he luvs a little feel good song, esp one about a night on the TOWN! also he sings "can i sit on top of you" directly to lucifer it's true it's- [GUNSHOTS]

levi won't admit it but he did listen to the album in private because he understands that he would be the worst kind of loser if he refused to listen to beyonce. his number one is cozy because singing it to himself enough does help him feel a little more comfortable being himself it's chrew it's the feel good beyonce effect! his second favorite is virgo's groove, but he thinks virgos absolutely did not deserve it. if he's being honest, barb deserved it; it should've been leo's groove, and he'll say it whenever he gets the chance but he still shakes ass trust and believe that.

satan's favorite is thique. don't ask him questions about it, her lower register does something to him mentally. his second favorite is he listened to the album on his own as well, and called barbatos as soon as he was done, just to say, "she's done it again." and the two of them met up immediately to listen to it together [they've been doing this since self-titled]. barb had him practice his club dancing again. [no, i'm never gonna let that go because why is barb such a menace and sexy abt it like MOVE!]

asmo has not let go of alien superstar or pure/honey. he refuses to turn them off. beyonce said "category: sex-y bitch, i'm the bar" and it was like she planted something in his brain. that woman said "bad bitches, to the left. money bitches, to the right. you could be both, meet in the middle, dance all night." and it was like she took half of his soul and bottled it to keep. he has a favorite song for every single scenario; alien superstar for when he's getting ready for school, pure/honey for when he's getting ready to go Out, thique for when he's getting ready to go see solomon -

so belphie heard "MOVE OUT DE WEY" and sat up in bed. like i was there and i watched it happen. beel can confirm because he was also at the listening party. he hasn't turned this album off either, quiet as he keeps it. it's all he plays in his headphones; he really does think beyonce laced it with something and that he's been enchanted [made worse by the fact that he does not care that he hasn't listened to anything else in weeks].

beel was actually eating during the listening party [so he could be in top form for beyonce] and then "flip-flop, flippy, flip-floppin' ass BITCH!" actually made him stop chewing. belphie can confirm. he is also very partial to thique because . come on . come On. he keeps thique, pure/honey, heated, and alien superstar on a loop whenever he works out; he has no room for anything else it's true. something about "all my pretty boys to the floor," "category: sex-y bitch, i'm the bar" and "ass gettin' bigger" really just . does something to him when he's in the weight room. no one has come within 20 feet of him while he works out since this album dropped.

solomon's favorite is all up in your mind. yes he thinks about lucifer whenever he plays it, which is 10 times a day. you know, he really just . feels like ms carter was reaching out to him with that one, like she knew what he goes through every day with lucifer because, really . all he wants to do is be in lucifer's mind and lucifer barely gives him the time of day >:[ . [bonus: solomon's second fave is move; asmo saw his eyes when beyonce said "me and my girlfriends, came out to play" and can confirm that move legitimately turned solomon into a pure-blooded demon for the duration of that line]

simeon's favorite is plastic off the sofa </3 . i literally don't even wanna write any notes like everything speaks for itself u just have to feel it to get it. no but he really likes her softer songs it's true he told me; he likes to listen to it on a loop while he cleans and makes dinner. [bonus: he was the last person to listen to the album [listened two days after drop], so mammon sent him church girl and told him he'd like it, as an incentive to make him listen to all of it. simeon was . Not expecting a song called church girl to sound like that, but it's his second favorite song on the album . don't tell mammon . his third favorite is virgo's groove. Do Not Tell Mammon .]

bonus : if you share a favorite song with any of these men it means your souls are holding hands. so if u share a top song with anyone other than your favorite man it's time to reconsider who your favorite man is

bonus bonus: luke is not allowed to listen to this album because it is for grown people. luke actually isn't allowed to listen to anything that doesn't have a kids version. he isn't even allowed to listen to single ladies yall it's bad 4 him!

#obey me headcanons #obey me mammon #obey me barbatos #obey me lucifer #obey me #obey me dia #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey me imagines

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aghadbeenhere · 3 days

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Life, one step at a time, with breakfast lasagna.

AGHADBEENHERE'S UNNAMED BLOG: 8#

Heyoooo, folks!

It's me, AG here once again to kinda just blab on about things, kick back and have a good time, all the totally tubular and radical things any cool dude does, or whatever.

I feel like I've been kinda NEGATIVE with these last few posts, and don't get me wrong I more than welcome venting and letting your feelings out onto the world, but I think a positive note thorought the darkness is really what we need right now, so I'm here and all.

Before you ask, no, I'm not a clown (contrary to popular belief) so I sadly can't do silly hijinks or pull out my gang of 25 from my tiny little wagon, but I can try and keep you entertained by just blabbin' on about things I do and all, because why the hell not? it's my life and my blog, sooo..

I am having lasagna for breakfast.

Now that's good, very important news right? Very fantastic, spectacular, bravo, blah blah.

I like lasagna because who the hell DOESNT??

Lasagna is a good food, but believe it or not, when I was younger, I kinda had to come around to appreciate it like I do now.

Me, being the picky eater I was (and very much still am) wasn't a fan of the gargantuan and near-horrific mix of so many layers of food, it SCARED ME, well- It didn't, but for the narrative's sake we can say it did to give me a more tragic backstory.

Me, cowering before the allmighty lasagna overlords, colored.

But whatever, back to it.

I'm very glad to have lasagna as my breakfast, it's a great start to a great day, and before you even ask: "But ag, you charming fellow, what's so great about this day?"

Simple! I'm gonna give animating stickfigures a try!

I always have been and always WILL be a big fan of stickfigure animations, I practically grew up with them (alongside madness combat) and for that I really want to try getting into it, I've been out of the animating groove for a while and I've kinda begun feeling guilty for it, and I want to stop that!

Yeah, hey, I'd say this is all I gotta really say for today and all, I just wanted to put us on the more positive track, because I do welcome these thoughts and concerns about life and the world, and I do want to talk about them more often, I also want to talk about silly stuff like breakfast lasagna, because I am having breakfast lasagna, and you're probably not.

So take that, HATERS.

With love, yours forever and ever and ever, aghadbeenhere.

-aghadbeenhere, 2024.

<3 -> lasagmna

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titanicfreija · 1 year

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Sunny scoped out her friends, trying to pick an angle for a good entrance so she could surprise them. She picked under-over, going through the doorway under the clubhouse and up to join them.

Harmony wore her Guardian Games shell, a piece that made her look like she was wearing a hawk shaped hat and nothing else, and it waved comically when she turned to see Sunny on approach.

"Hey! You did it! She did it! Whatever!" cheered This One in his crucible counter. "I know that's been a long time in the wait!"

Sunny was going to brag about how hard she worked for it, the Taken damage, and the force of will... but once again, it felt less like Freija's triumph and more like Sunny's selfish demand.

Harmony laughed. "You're learning to use it well-- your ears just drooped! What's wrong? Got rough on the quest? You guys fight when things get tough."

Sunny didn't notice her ears, but she was glad it was coming naturally enough. "Yeah. It took days," she admitted. "I'm so proud of her but it feels like I asked her to hurt herself for a silly shell."

"Nonsense," laughed Harmony. "How many days?"

"Total? Fighting? Maybe two. Nearly a hundred fifty deaths. And a Taken infection on her Ascendent self."

"Tch!" This One declared. "Here, let's put it this way-- how long does it take her to die one hundred and fifty times in the crucible?"

Sunny had to think about it. "If it's... On an average day, in a five minute match on six-sets... Maybe... Ten?"

"So that's fifteen showdown matches. Marco could do it in an afternoon, Freija can almost keep up with him. She's dealt with worse for literal sport." This One stretched his shell. "I don't like it but I'd wear it just for bragging rights. What do you mean Taken infection?"

"I think it was like... her arm got splashed with that napalm fire stuff the Taken knights spray.

"Does she have an Ascendent self?"

"As much as anyone does," Sunny said.

"Have you been practicing?" asked Harmony. "It's a lot more subtle than your usual, but you're using it ably. I can tell you've already adjusted the way you're supposed to wear it. The ears are supposed to slide into that groove."

"It's too tight," complained Sunny. "You know what I mean," she added when they both tilted at her. "I can't express myself when they're actually attached."

"I want to ask if the napalm hurt but of course it did," said This One. "Is she okay?"

"We had to get it smothered by some Techeuns. It left a pretty nasty scar."

Both Harmony and This One rocked backward and pulled their shells closed. "Oh wow," murmured Harmony.

"She thought it was pain lingering from the repeated deaths," Sunny mumbled. She felt her ears falling back. "She says it was worth it."

Both the other Ghosts relaxed and This One spun his shell. "Good. Then it was. Do you like it? It's strange to see you not flinging your pieces everywhere."

Harmony giggled when Sunny bounced at him irritably. "She's still doing it, she just sent her ears up six inches!"

This One seemed unduly distracted, and Sunny tried not to mind. "So Taken fire works like napalm?"

"If you get enough of it on you, apparently so." Sunny wiggled her ears consciously, watching the light on the wall. "It hurt her for a while, before Thomas helped direct us to the Dreaming City. They could only make it burn out faster. She's okay."

"We're happy for you! I'm impressed! Kelly said no."

"I'm not interested," chuckled This One. "But Marco would laugh me out of this universe if I asked him to get me one, unless it came out of the crucible. And didn't take any extra work. I know he'd quit after he got burned. He'd probably quit once it started hurting when he woke up!"

"I couldn't get her to!" cried Sunny. "She even-- normally when she feels like she has to do stuff, she gets so whiny, but she kept trying to hold it off! And she started crying at one point and tried to hide it! And I couldn't get her to stop, I could hardly get her to take a break! And she would get angry and wouldn't yell about it or anything! I didn't know what to do to help, but it felt like she was crushing herself."

"Sounds like she grew up a lot," observed Harmony. "I'm proud for you."

"Thank you. We got another to reshade, we're pleased with it. How is everyone else?"

"Marco has been a nightmare of a toxic sorry sport in the events," gushed This One. "I hate when he gets gross with it but I can't deny the pride. He gets positively monstrous."

"Kelly has been in Neomuna, actually. She doesn't like the Games. We're making fabulous progress with the crafted gun we got from the Throne World and strand and those gloves."

"Oooh."

First Hall

First Hall 2

Centurion

Centurion 2

Infinity

Failure

Last stage

Victory

Hard time (med)

Something wrong (med)

Forced Healing (med)

Admiring (short)

Showing the Chatter Club (short) <-

Showing Caiatl (short)

Last one (short)

#destiny 2 #d2 #ocs #writing #freija #scribble #sunny #prose

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moth-time · 2 years

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Hi! This is me trying again! Do you know any good, lengthy Greed/Ling fic to rec to someone new to the fandom? <3 <3

ALL RIGHT ANON BUCKLE UP This is a mixed bag of more or less shippy Greed/Ling fics because there isn't all that much content for them and also some of the less shippy fics are just chef's kiss absolutely perfect. There's surprisingly little content for them on ao3 so I may have read and re-read some of these a dozen times already. No one needs to know. Most of these you would find by looking through my ao3 bookmarks, too. Mind the tags and shit.

There might be some rogue edling/edgreed in there idk, I'm a gleeful polyshipper.

And if anyone knows good fics that aren't on here yet PLEASE add yours I always crave more content for two idiots in a trenchcoat.

Canon:

Truth, In the Eye of the Beholder - Buffintruder https://archiveofourown.org/works/23971405/chapters/57656863 Of all the problems Ling thought he would face on his quest for immortality, learning to play nice with the living mess of longing and repression now stuck in his body was not one of them. It shouldn’t have been so hard, since Greed apparently only told the truth, but what Ling was coming to realize was that people were not so easy to make sense of, even when they were living inside his brain. A six month long character study in which, while trying to understand the guy possessing him, Ling actually comes to understand himself. (Maybe the real desire was for the friends they made along the way)

We have seen such things and we are still so young - thought https://archiveofourown.org/works/15123236 For Greed, possession and love are practically synonymous. Ling can work with this.

somewhere i have never traveled gladly - ohmygodwhy https://archiveofourown.org/works/13214934 Someone tries to kill you for the first time when you’re five years old. When you're fifteen years old, you leave your country to save it. (how a prince saves his people, and becomes emperor in the process)

Friends of the Soul - Buffintruder https://archiveofourown.org/works/17936684 Ever since Greed was torn out of his body, Ling’s mind has felt empty and silent, but even still, his heart has never been more full.

Agreed to Disagree - Tierfal https://archiveofourown.org/works/22212487 Two consciousnesses in one head make for some interesting conversations.

I Tried To Make An Emperor's New Groove Joke Here, But It Wasn't Working Out. - Gallus https://archiveofourown.org/works/19087285 Xing's government meets Greed.

Equal Exchange - Crownofpins https://archiveofourown.org/works/14808704 Boys cosleeping on couches. It's dark, it's cold, and bodily autonomy is the hot seasonal topic.

Inevitable - CatieBrie https://archiveofourown.org/works/10383126 But Ed doesn’t mind it, he really doesn’t mind it, when Ling―Greed―fuck―Greedling drags nails just this side of too sharp down Ed’s chest and Ed finds himself arching up into the pressure until the skin breaks.

in the flesh - apathyisdeath https://archiveofourown.org/works/30758135 “Crazy how fast things can change, huh." It didn't sound like a question. "Yeah. Crazy." Glimpses into Greed's and Ling's growing relationship. Set partly during canon events, partly post-canon (will be canon-divergent).

and as i smile i catch myself - universal_donor https://archiveofourown.org/works/20183143 Five times Ling thought he was getting through to Greed, and one time he knew he did.

you and me are golden - orphan_account https://archiveofourown.org/works/4554612 It wasn’t like this the first time. It hadn’t felt like his bones were slotted together in all the wrong ways, like there wasn’t enough room for them beneath his slipcover skin. Greed lives. Ling and Lan Fan babysit.

Detour - Oodles https://archiveofourown.org/works/32917897 Sharing a body gives you a hell of an appetite. Looking for the taste that satisfies both your tongues.

It's an Enormous World - Elfpen https://archiveofourown.org/series/1181996 Post Series AU, no Greed in here but some very good Ling characterization so it gets a honorary mention.

AUs:

And They Were ROOMMATES - Turbulent_Muse https://archiveofourown.org/works/16944918/ Ling Yao is a college student who's 1000% done with trying to find a place to live. So it's going to take more than a little haunting to make him leave his new house, he's sure they can come to some sort of agreement if they try.

Commercialize Your PHD - thought https://archiveofourown.org/works/14942457 "We are not kidnapping Roy Mustang," Ling says. Which is a mistake.

#fma #fmab #fma:b #fma: brotherhood #greed #greed the avaricious #ling #ling yao #greedling #okay that's about all i got tag wise i think #anon #ask #please rec me more content yall #moth talks

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honeybunnybeez · 3 years

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°~Kiss it better~°

♡Genre: Fluff!

♡Poly!Karlnapity x crush!GN!reader (hints of Platonic!Tommy, Tubbo and Ranboo x reader at the end)

♡Format: Fanfiction

♡Reader is Gender Neutral!

♡Summary: Being the server's neutral medic meant that you certainly had your work cut out for you since everyone on the server seemed to be getting injured like it was a hobby (much to your worry). However, you swear none have visited you for a quick patch up more than Karl, Sapnap and Quackity do.

"You three come around here way too often with new cuts and bruises," you say as you continue to patch up Karl. You give him a sympathetic look as he hisses the moment you dab the warm damp cloth onto his cuts.

"I thought some people like rugged looking dudes," Sapnap replies as he lays on your couch with Quackity resting on top of him.

"Yeah true, but I'm getting worried, can't you three cut back on the chaos a little?" They leave the question to linger and fade in the air, much to you dismay.

"Ouch! (Y/n), it hurts..." Karl whines softly to you. He was never the best at handling pain compared to the other two men who almost always seemed to be challenging death in every way they could think of.

"I'm sorry, Karl, I'm being as gentle as I can," you swear, if Karl was a dog, his ears would be pointed down right now as he tries to power through you cleaning his wounds. "Tell you what, Jacobs, I'll kiss your booboo's better if you can handle just a bit more of this, okay?"

You intended for it to be a light-hearted joke to cheer him up but instead you can see his face turn a little red and you hear Quackity and Sapnap yell out a "WHAT!?" in unison from across the room.

"D-Do you- I- will you really?" Karl's tone is almost hopeful as he asks you and you can't help but grow flustered.

"If you want me to," your voice is barely above a whisper but you can tell Karl catches it when his red tinted face lights up a little at your confirmation.

He adjusts his sitting position a little and doesn't squirm as much as he did before when you apply the damp cloth back onto his cuts once again. Quackity and Sapnap, who were both rather loud and chatty before this, were now dead silent as they stare at the both of you with a bit of intensity in their eyes.

Normally, as the servers medic, you were pretty fast when it came to quick patch ups like this, but now, your fingers were clumsy as you felt three pairs of eyes looking at you.

It felt like forever before you finished up the final cut. When you're finished giving the bandaged arm a once over, you glance up to look at Karl, who looks at you expectingly.

"You sure you still want this kiss?"

"Mhmm," he's practically vibrating in his seat with a grin on his face as he answers. You run your fingers through his hair a little before placing a quick kiss to his bandaged cheek. He giggles a little at the feeling and thanks you for the affection, reaching up to hold the hand that's still buried in his hair. You can feel your heart beating a mile a minute as he flashes you a lovestruck look and all you can do is nod in response to his thanks, not trusting your own voice at the moment.

You glance behind Karl to see Sapnap and Quackity still staring, only this time, their staring out of disbelief rather than curiousity.

Before you can help yourself, you ask them if they'd like you to kiss their cuts better as well. They don't bother responding, choosing instead to hop off the couch they were sitting on to stand on either side of where Karl is sitting.

You quickly give each of them a kiss and both Sapnap and Quackity are just as eager as Karl to receive your attention. When you pull away, Sapnap flashes you a satisfied boyish grin that makes you even weaker in the knees while Quackity teases you and asks if he can get a little more. You can't help but give in to his little request, kissing his cheek once more and elicting a high pitched giggle from him. Sapnap and Karl give a dramatic gasp at the display.

"That's so not fair!"

"Why does he get more kisses!?"

"Because I'm the sexiest here, of course!"

The three men start to bicker jokingly amongst themselves and you can't help the smile that curls on your lips at their banter. Sapnap turns to you to ask you for something but a shout of your name can be heard from outside your home.

"(Y/n), are you home!?" Oh, that sounded like Tommy. Slipping away to look out your window, you see him coming over with Ranboo and Tubbo in tow. They seem to be a little scruffed up, much to your worry.

"Oh shit, I'm sorry you three but it seems like the boys need tending to as well," the three of them give you a dissapointed look and a part of you wants to say that they could stay longer if they wished but the last time that happened a flower pot got destroyed and a window was shattered. What's worse was that the two trios were only being playful during that incident, you don't want to risk the destruction of your home if an actual argument ever broke out between them.

"But I didn't get my extra kisses..."

Thinking for a moment, you decide on a compromise, "Tell you what, if you three come back tomorrow around lunch time I'll give you your kisses if you still want them so badly and maybe a meal if you three have the time."

"You'll be free tomorrow?"

"Mhmm, that's right."

"For the rest of the day?"

"Pretty much, yeah."

"Great! So its a date then!" Karl excitedly announces.

Having no time to do a doubletake or ask Karl what he means by that, Sapnap and Quackity quickly agree to it with as much eagerness as Karl. You don't have time to ask for details before you feel three pairs of lips kiss any part of your face they can reach before leaving.

"See you tomorrow, (y/n)!"

You're try to wave goodbye but you're still frozen in place, placing a hand on your forehead where you swore Sapnap kissed. You stay like that for a while until your front door is busted wide open again for the second time that day by the second trio that decided to visit you.

"We just ran into Sapnap and his fianc- Woah, (y/n) are you okay?" You snap out of your thoughts at Tubbo's worried questioning, nodding and responding that you're okay, at least you think you are.

"Are you sure? You look like you're seconds away from passing out," Ranboo's description of your current state is the final nail in the coffin before you cover your face with both of your hands, silently screaming into your palms and sinking down on the floor. You were feeling way too many emotions right now.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, (y/n)?" Despite his harsh sounding words, Tommy is just growing extremely concerned for your wellbeing.

"I... think I've got a date, boys," you reply back, not bothering to move from your position on the floor.

"You what!?"

"Really!?"

"Congratulations!!! :D"

A/N: Do I know what I just wrote? Absolutely not, I just wanted bandage kisses and Karlnapity pinning for the reader all in the same room- I apologize for any mistakes in the story, still trying to get back in the groove or writing! I hope you all enjoyed reading this and have a good rest of the day!

(Requests are open and anon is on!)

#mcyt x reader #mcyt imagine #dream smp x reader #dream smp imagines

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corruptedconfessions · 3 years

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last weekend I caved and read everything you ever uploaded here once more agskshkdd this is who i am as a person. but im love your writing so much!!! i have an especially soft spot for the naga stories, are those the ones that are about half-snake people? i always mess up the names but how do you think bakugou (and or kiri) would be as a yandere one, when he falls for the reader? i can't remember you ever writing a snake-version of him and idk if you'd be up for it but i'm super curious! xoxoxo

Aww!! Thank you so much :)

And yes! Naga’s are the snake people, semi human from the torso up and giant ass snakes from the hips down!

Bakugou:

If there is one word to describe yandere Naga Bakugou its possessive. It takes a lot for him to chose a mate, he is incredibly picky, picking his mate much past the typical age but once he picks?? Possessive protective to the extreme. You are his mate to do with what he pleases, and absolutely no one is going to take you away from him. Hell, he gets pissy the second another creature, intelligent or not even looks at you. You won’t be leaving his nest any time soon after he snatches you up, even trying to peek over the edges of the flattened down bowl in the ground leads to you being dragged right back to the middle and getting angrily chewed out and huffed at as you get tucked right back into the nest.

I think he’d most likely fall for a darling who hikes or walks frequently in his forest for whatever reason. A hunter, camper, or just any kind of nature enthusiast will quickly catch his eye. You’re so small…and your body is so different than his and yet you constantly come back here, carelessly leaving your scent everywhere, as if inviting him to have a taste. He isn’t one to turn down the offer. He doesn’t have any form of patience, somewhere during a mid afternoon doze and lunch he’ll come to the conclusion that he wants you, all while still ripping the meaty remains of his prey off the bone. Right then and there he decides to have you, still picking meat from his teeth with the jagged edge of a bone. The next time he sees you you’ll be snatched up into his arms and dragged back to his nest, kicking and screaming left ignored as he unceremoniously dumps you in his nest and refuses to let you leave.

I picture him most likely picking a human mate tbh, He enjoys being bigger and stronger than his mate, justifying the overbearing desire to hide away and protect what's his, something other Nagas wouldn’t tolerate. Even if you don’t tolerate it it doesn’t really matter, he is bigger and stronger than you, and can easily just pick you right up and carry you back to where he wants you to be. Biting, kicking, punching, anything just bounces off his hard scales. Honestly fighting like that is more likely to turn him on than anything else~ If you have this much energy you clearly can put it towards incubating some of his eggs right? Hopefully that fiery spirit will pass on to his eggs once they hatch~

He’ll also be curious, painfully so, eagerly twisting and pulling you in his hold like a doll, poking and prodding as he inspects you. Its not often he sees a human so close without eating them. He’s cruel in the sense that he likes to poke your squishy spots just to listen to your cute noises and watch you try and wiggle away from him. Its hardly ever malicious, though, the claws in your mouth, feeling up your teeth. Or large hands encompassing your entire calf as he feels up your leg is pure curiosity. He’ll look almost childish, eyes wide with wonder as he watches you twist and bend, so small and fragile yet so resilient.

He’ll hiss and throw up a fit if you call him out on this but he is also incredibly cuddly. Maybe it’s just because of that protective nature of his but he loves wrapping around you, snuggling his face into your stomach, tongue darting out to smell your skin. Or maybe it has something to do with the fact that you are a breathing furnace compared to the cooler blooded beast. He’s so soft in those moments, eagerly nuzzling you and lapping up any attention you’ll give him, even if he huffs and insists its for your protection and warmth if you say anything. Human skin is so thin and you are so needy for warmth! How did you ever survive without him curling around you to keep you warm and chase off the chill of the night air. You’d be wise to keep your mouth shut about the fact that he is actually sapping your heat with his cold skin. Best not take those rare tender moments for granted, yeah?

Kirishima on the other hand leans more on the protective side of things. He’s younger than Bakugou, more on the naïve side of things and much more at the whims of his instincts. I think he’d honestly mate with the first little thing he comes across, unable to hold back and be patient at all. He’s a bit of a romantic at heart, in a terrifying, he’ll eat and swallow whoever you’re with whole when he sees you way. He wants nothing more than a happy loving mate, round and heavy with his eggs waiting for him when he comes back to his nest. He wants to protect and provide and snuggle with his cute little mate!

He’s brutal, eating and killing anything that comes close to you, and then immediately turning around and crooning and loving on you, rubbing up against you like a dog, his face still coated with any remains of what, or rather who, he just ate. (Lucky for you he prefers to swallow his prey whole…watching him gag up and spit out the bones that he cant digest isn’t a pleasant sight though.) Endlessly doting and so…incredibly suffocating. There will always be a hand, or head, or tail, or something pressed, wrapped, or snuggling against you. Half the time you feel like a living teddy bear as he cuddles and nuzzles you non stop, curling up in his nest and holding you close to his chest, face buried in your hair. The only time he tears himself from your side is to go hunting, and even then when he comes back you are scooped up and squished in his arms until he calms down again, extremely distressed from being separated from you.

He is obsessed with being a good mate for you, protecting, providing, and spoiling his partner. He’ll be traditional, hunting down larger pray than necessary just to impress you. Happily puffing his chest out when he dumps a bunch of hay and leaves into the nest, telling you that he knows humans cant sleep on hard rock comfortably, and so this will be more comfy! (Not that it does much, with how close he insists on being when cuddling, you practically sleep on him instead. Trapped against his firm chest as arms wrap tightly around you). Now this isn’t common behavior for nagas, but he’ll also bring you pretty little trinkets that he finds, gems or geodes he finds in his cave, pretty jewelry he steals from humans, rocks that he really likes and wants to share with you. Reacting positively to these gifts, maybe even making a small little pile for them in the nest will put him over the moon. He becomes so gushy and loving towards you for it you can get away with nearly anything after that.

Unlike Bakugou’s nest which is out in the open, daring any threat to even try and come close to his mate, Kiri hides you away. His nest will be hidden away in a maze like cave (He carved it out himself by hand! Something he very proudly tells you when the two of you can finally converse without you screaming or him fucking you silly). He never leaves your side, determined to protect and love you, but even in the moments he does, escape is hopeless. Even after crawling up the sides of the deep pit carved out of solid rock (you really don’t want to think how strong his claws are to carve out solid stone and made such deep grooves in the sides) you’ll be left wondering and aimless maze, impossible to not get lost or even get near the exit before Kirishima is back, rushing your side and picking you up into his arms in a panic. Naturally, being the innocent thing he is he assumes you missed him and went searching for him instead of trying to escape, but now you’re trapped in an even tighter hold under an even tighter watch as he tries “to make it up to you”.

With Kirishima you have a small chance, though. If you are loving and gentle enough to him, and you ask him so sweetly if you can get out of the cave just for a little bit! Promise! He may take you to a nearby river to play in the water, or a hotspring to soak together. Once you really have him wrapped around your finger you might be able to convince him to go on daily walks (slithers?) with him, only if you look sad and pout up at him enough, insisting that the cave is too dark and scary and you miss the sun. He’ll feel so bad he just might sunbathe with you outside for awhile too.

#yandere #kirishima x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #naga

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dreamwithluv · 3 years

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traitor. huang renjun.

wherein y/n & renjun break up on 'good' terms, but he's soon to be seen with his best friend that he'd always be clingy and touchy with. y/n thinks this is the most devastating thing, so she turns her thoughts into lyrics. renjun hears the song on the radio one day, thinking that it's by y/n and it's about him. he comes to the realization that he misses y/n and will do anything to have her back in his arms.

warnings female!reader x renjun. this story will probably be all over the place so bare with me. 😭 also it's in 3rd person & based off of olivia rodrigo's song, traitor. enjoy! <3

It's been two weeks time since Y/N and Renjun split ways, and they're still missing each other. Y/N struggled with taking down all their couples pictures and deleting his contact. Meanwhile Renjun was in a groupchat with NCT Dream and they would endlessly talk about how he fumbled the bag pretty badly with Y/N.

They weren't wrong. Y/N and Renjun really had it made. They were both in their 20s, but had been lovers since high school. Y/N remembered all the times they hid behind the bleachers and teased each other. Realization soon hit. They would never have that again. And Y/N couldn't seem to wrap her head around the thought.

Renjun was still heartbroken, so he found a distraction, or rather, a pain reliever. He figured dating his best friend would help him to fall out of love with Y/N. Well, he was very wrong. It only made him miss her more. He never got the light but affectionate kisses placed on his face whenever he got home, or the movie nights where it was 5% actually watching the movie and 95% talking.

Posting on his Instagram to have his friends support this sudden relationship was the only solution, although it wouldn't solve anything, it'd be fun to watch everyone react and jump out of their seats when they see that Renjun and Y/N had broken up.

Without knowledge of this, Y/N had forgotten to unfollow Renjun. She had been scrolling through her rather dry Instagram feed when she saw a post with Renjun's username captioned "my love." It wouldn't have bothered Y/N that much if he'd just changed the caption, because that's what he used to call her.

Tears started forming in her eyes, which eventually rolled down her cheeks and down to the neck of her shirt. She needed someone to talk to because she couldn't stand bottling up her emotions anymore, so she called the only person she knew would truly help and not just make a joke of the matter.

Kim Doyoung.

A ring could be heard from both sides of the phone as Doyoung picked up within about five seconds. "Hey, Y/N," Doyoung voiced into the phone, setting it to speaker. "Doyoung-ah. I'm not over him," Y/N mustered out before drowning her face in tears and muffled sobs. "Woah, relax Y/N," Doyoung comforted. "I'll be over in 10 minutes."

He arrives at her house, as assigned, ringing the doorbell two times before Y/N answers. Smeared mascara and smudged lipstick could be seen on her face. Doyoung's heart shattered into a million pieces at the sight. "Y/N..." he whispers, engulfing her into a hug.

"Please help me get over him."

One hour later . . .

God knows where the hell Doyoung had managed to bring in a chalkboard, but he did, and was currently lecturing Y/N about the do's and don'ts of relationships. She felt like dozing off right then and there because this was no use at all. She'd been in three past relationships, she knew what to do in one.

It was only until Doyoung started coming up with plans that she started tuning in. "Plan A," he stated, clicking his chalk against the board. "Music. If you can't figure out a way to get over him, write songs about it." Y/N let out a satisfied 'ooh', signaling she'd been (finally) listening in to the conversation.

"Plan B," Doyoung then again clicked his chalk against the chalkboard, underlining the words 'Plan B.' "Make him jealous somehow." Y/N nodded and anticipated the final plan, Plan C. Come to think of it, the name of the plans should've been more fun and interesting, but oh well.

"And...Plan C," Y/N bit her lip, eager to hear what he had to say, "If all else fails, I'll get you two pints of ice cream and binge watch So Not Worth It with you." The girl laughed at Doyoung's drastic change of plans. "Okay," she giggled, wiping off a tear.

"Now, wash your face and stop drowning your sorrows in Chips Ahoy cookies."

A couple minutes later . . .

Doyoung left the house, leaving a very satisfied Y/N alone at last. She promised herself she would never cry over Renjun for as long as she breathes. Promises are meant to be broken and she soon realized she wouldn't be able to keep the promise, but it didn't really matter. It wasn't like she was promising anything to Renjun himself.

Remembering what Doyoung had suggested, Y/N whipped out her notepad and got to brainstorming ideas for songs. When she was done with that, now came the hard part. Writing the actual song. An idea soon came into play, and she started writing once more.

You betrayed me,

and i know that you'll never feel sorry

for the way i hurt.

yeah, you talked to her when we were together

you gave me your word, but that didn't matter

it took you two weeks to go off and date her

guess you didn't cheat, but you're still a traitor.

Y/N finished writing the song and sang it to see how it sounded. Perfect. It'd take awhile to actually get the song out, mainly because she has to record it in a studio and record a music video that correlates to the song. Y/N didn't know any producers so she posted an offer on her social media platforms which was basically her asking for a personal producer.

Someone eventually got to the post and he was luckily a very famous producer. They had met up and started recording the song. It took a couple days because Y/N had little to no singing training or practice, but she soon got the hang of it. All she needed was to match her tone to the flow and beat of the song.

Y/N really didn't have the energy to film a music video, so she just made a lyric video instead.

It really took off, because the producer she was working with promoted the song on all platforms, and so did Y/N. There were dozens of comments on the video and most of them were positive, others were criticism and the rest was just people wondering who the song was about.

The next day when Renjun was driving somewhere he turned on his radio and heard Y/N's voice. "Hello, it's Y/N. Tune in to hear my debut song, Traitor." Renjun smiled inside at the thought of hearing Y/N's singing voice as he only knew how she sounded when she spoke normally.

As the song started, Renjun started to find the groove of the beat. He was tapping his fingers on his steering wheel until the song started.

"Brown guilty eyes and little white lies, yeah, I played dumb but I always knew that you'd talk to her, maybe did even worse, I kept quiet so I could keep you."

Just when the beat dropped and the "you betrayed me" part played, realization washed over him. This song is about me, he thought. A wave of guilt overcame him as his facial expression saddened. He'd noticed how she poured her whole heart into the song, all because of Renjun, who left her heartbroken.

"Shit," he mutters to no one in particular, "I have to win her back."

Night time . . .

It's about 1:30 AM when Renjun decides to finally settle into bed. Wrapping the blanket around himself, all he could think about Y/N and how she would snuggle herself into his arms after a long and warm shower. Without thinking, he messages Y/N.

junnie <3 (1:32 AM)

i miss you.

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mi primer amor 💞 (1:33 AM)

i miss you too :( i really loved you, renjun.

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junnie <3 (1:34 AM)

i know, and i'm sorry. i know you aren't ready to forgive me, but i'll be waiting for you, my love.

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mi primer amor 💞 (1:35 AM)

thank you. again, i love you so much and i really miss you. friends?

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junnie <3 (1:36 AM)

best friends, i love you! now get some rest girl 😭

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mi primer amor 💞 (1:37 AM)

finnneee you hater </3 goodnight!

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junnie <3 (1:38 AM)

goodnight <333 get lots of rest :))

read 1:38 AM

that's about it! i'll make sure to do a part two if you want it. i hope you enjoyed!

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