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belphies-cowgirl · 2 years

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obey me headcanons pt. 2

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Lucifer tries to pick you a single red rose from the garden at the demon lord's castle each time he visits (sometimes Barbatos catches him, and Lucifer plays it off as him just leaning down to tie his shoes) the roses are hung along the ceiling trims in your room, adorned with a white ribbon to hold the stems together.

"here MC, let me help you hang those up, I told you to stop standing on chairs like that, what if you fall?"

"Luci, don't you know that red roses symbolize love and admiration?"

Mammon will NEVER admit this to ANYONE, but he has a secret savings account solely for buying you gifts. he claims he had the money to buy you something from the extra shifts he worked.

"Mams what's this? it's so lovely!"

"gah! here t-take it, it's for you, and don't go blabbing off to my brothers about this!"

Levi will purposely lose at games sometimes just so he can see the way your face lights up in excitement when you win. he absolutely adores the little lines on your face when you smile and the way you grab onto him in excitement.

"oh my gosh, Levi look I did it! aren't you proud of me?"

"y-yeah MC, good job, but let me s-show you some tricks on how to beat your previous score. t-that is if you can b-beat me again next round!"

Satan once asked Solomon to help him visit the human world so he could look for books that you loved before you came down to the Devildom. shortly after his return, he summoned you to his room and pushed the stack of books into your arms with rosy cheeks.

"here you might like these, I found them lying around while I was organizing my books."

"woah, I used to read these books all the time back in the human world. I didn't think I'd be able to read them again, thank you so much Satan!"

Asmo handmade you and him matching rose gold and silky-textured pj sets, and he expects you to wear it when you and him have sleepovers. he can't help but run his hands all over the soft fabric, his fingers leaving trail marks in the velvet as he runs them along your curves.

"oh MC! you're so cute!! I could just cuddle you to death~"

"Asmo please you're gonna squish me!"

Beel likes to make late-night snacks in the shape of little stars, as well as suns and moons (if he can manage not to eat them all before bringing them to your room to share with you)

"awh, Beel these are so cute! I guess I'm the stars, you're the suns, and Belphie is the moons!"

*munch* "yeah MC, that's right, i'm glad you like them. whenever Belphie and I look at the stars together, we always think about you." *munch*

Belphie will without a doubt take a nap on your lap or your shoulder, no matter the place. if you're lounging in the common room with his brothers, he will curl up in your lap and wrap his tail around your leg and link one of his fingers with yours.

*yawn* "MC, uncross your legs please, I'm so sleepy."

"okay, but don't drool on me this time."

Diavolo likes when you organize his stationery. he likes that you make sure everything is in its place, so when he's so immersed in paperwork he doesn't have to stop to search for what he needs (you once gave him a sticky note that says "I'm proud of you for working so hard <3" and he has it taped on his desk)

"MC, i've finished my paperwork, so how about we go out for dinner? I haven't seen you all week, and i've missed you."

"we see each other every morning, silly, but yes I would love to have dinner with you."

Barbatos once got so worried that you wouldn't want to be with him anymore due to him being so busy, that it started to distract him from his daily tasks. so he asked Diavolo if once a week he could have a longer break than usual so that he could spend time with you and remind you how much he loves and cherishes you.

"MC, I think about you all the time. when I am not busy, I would like to spend and cherish every minute with you."

"oh Barb, i'm so happy you feel that way! I was so worried that you didn't want to be with me anymore."

Simeon keeps a private journal so that he can spill his heart out for you onto the pages. he gifts it to you once every page is inked with words of his eternal love for you.

"MC, I hope you will love this as much as I love you."

"Simeon, this is beautiful, I didn't know you felt this way about me, I love you so much!"

Solomon gifted you a charmed locket that allowed you to feel his heartbeat, he wants you to know that his heart will never stop beating for you whether the two of you are together or apart.

"nice try MC, but you won't be able to fluster me that easily."

"if that's the case, then why is your heart beating so fast?"

Luke will run to you and hug you whenever he's being teased, he'll turn his head to the side and stick his tongue out at Lucifer and his brothers.

*sob* "MC, they won't stop teasing me!"

"guys stop being so mean to my sweet little angel!"

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yuan4i · 6 months

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11. i'll think about it

“oh! yn, you made it.” lynette greets you at the door of the auditorium. “come in, would you like to see apart of our show-” “as much as lynette and i would like to show you apart of our magic show, we definitely should keep it as a surprise!”

“yeah! i totally understand. when do you guys plan on performing?”

“the last day! are you going to be there to see it?” lyney asked you, with stary eyes and all. “yeah! as long as it’s after navia’s performance then i’ll definitely be there.

after a few minutes of talking, lynette received a phone call. “hello…? freminet? …oh, okay. i’ll be there soon.”

“lynette? what happened to fremient?” lyney asked, looking nervous. “he asked for me to pick him up. we’ll be with us for the week of hoyofest, remember?” “oh, right!” “anyways, i’ll go pick him up, do you mind walking yn home?” “yeah!! of course!”

lynette leaves the auditorium with you and lyney just standing there. “sooo… would you like to see a magic trick? not part of the actual performance of course!” lyney suggested. “yes yes! show me!”

“alright, close your eyes… now open them!” when you opened your eyes, you see a pink and yellow rose. “oh my gosh, lyney! this flower is so pretty!!” “hehe, it’s a rainbow rose. do you like them?” “of course i do!! say, would you like to go somewhere today?”

“let’s play a game! we ask each other questions!” he said, taking a bite out of his hello kitty shaped ice cream. “okay. you first.” you smiled at him. it was evening already, and the moon was slowly coming out. “how long have you known lynette?”

“two years, ever since the first semester of junoir year. my turn. how many siblings do you have?”

“oh, plenty haha!” he laughed at your question. plenty? what did that mean? “what do you mean by plent-” “shh! one question per round! it’s my turn now.” lyney put his finger on your lip, shushing you. “when did you meet your current boyfriend?”

“since first year of high school! okay. now my turn again. what do you mean by plenty of siblings?”

“i was raised in an orphanage with lynette, so everyone of those orphans are my siblings. of course, lynette and i are biologically related and freminet and i are just especially close. everyone there is no older than 14. the house of hearth is filled with children, making me the oldest one there!” the moon was now large and clear. as he was talking about his family, it seemed as if time had stopped, making him look so pretty under the pale moonlight. “anyways, enough about me. how did you meet scaramouche?”

“oh! he happened to be in my science class, and we were partnered on a project. we eventually became a lot closer in our sophomore years, and now we’re in a relationship hehe. okay back to you, do you know what happened to your parents?”

“i… i don’t. haha, sorry to disappoint you. say, yn, do you remember anyone in your sophomore year?”

“hmm… not really. it’s been like 5 years since then haha… sorry if you were expecting something or someone…” after a few more rounds, lyney asked you the last question of the night.

“yn! will you go to hoyofest with me? as a date! but a friendly one of course!!” his face was beaming red, matching yours which was flustered as well. “oh! um, haha… um i’ll think about it…” you replied, looking away from him. “oh… oh! alright! so, where would you like to go now?” the book store. but before you could even reply you got texts from your boyfriend, scaramouche.

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lyney x reader SYNOPSIS you’re at a bar, drinking your heart out after another having a feud with your boyfriend of 2 years. you later stop at your friend’s house to stay the night but… the one who opens the door isn’t her but instead, her brother…?

notes : hello :3 IM SO SO SORRY FOR SUCH A LATE UPDATE :C this was badly written at like very very late at night/early in the morning... lmk if there are any mistakes!! happy reading hehe :)

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pix3lplays · 3 months

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Even though I am on break. I just want to say thank you for your words. In exchange, I will give you an idea.

I had thoughts of Yandere Aha. Aha blesses people you are going to date as a way to get closer to you. Your future partner starts to be more crazy and ecstatic. Your partner then receives a mask and it says that if they wear they can stop the delusions. They wear it as soon as they wore it, they sealed their fate and became a puppet for the Aeon.

I like to think that when someone wears a mask from Aha. Aha can posses them.

Yeah, of course, take care of yourself and take your time, thank you for the idea~

How did you know I am so normal for Aha~

My first aeon love oh my gosh I’m so normal about them and this idea…fun piece of Pixel lore: I am unwell over Aha.

Notes: I had to do some research for this one…I will probably go with the idea of Aha just…taking over reader’s partners, but interestingly enough Aha can actually shape shift into a human…I wonder what they’d look like in a human form.

ANYWAYS gonna take this idea and play with it, sorry it’s not exact but it’s giving me thoughts, and based on my research I think Aha would be powerful enough to do what I’m describing?? It’s hard to say exactly how the powers of the Aeons work so I make some assumptions, and Aha has even been described as less powerful as some of the other Aeons but…they’re still an Aeon…they still DESTROYED an entire planet. I’m telling you these Aeons are SCARY…

I believe Aha refers to themself in the third person in the games so…that’s what I’m going with.

Not a fic not headcanons but a secret third thing

Totally made something up for what Aha sounds like

Cw! Yandere themes, Aha using people as puppets/vessels, body horror, Aha breaking peoples’ minds, stalking Aeon-style, horror elements, violence, death

-Yandere! Aha x reader-

You didn’t care for the Aeons. Maybe that’s what attracted Aha to you in the first place? You weren’t a Masked Fool…you haven’t been blessed by an Aeon…you were just a regular person, maybe a little jaded with life but…you were doing okay for yourself.

You still remember him…your first partner. He was so sweet, loved you so much…gave you a bit more of a fervor for being alive and living. You can’t remember anymore how long you were married to him.

Who can say exactly what changed…but you would wager it had something to do with the Masked Fools. He had the unfortunate privilege of running into them, you didn’t know what happened, but he hadn’t been the same since.

Could you have even helped him if you knew? You’re not sure. But you felt it every time you were together. An unwanted presence in your bedroom…a feeling like so many pairs of eyes on you, no matter where you went…a faint tugging at the back of your minds, the tiniest touch of insanity ripping at your psyche…the faint sound of bells in the distance that you forced yourself to dismiss. It was nothing. Just the wind, just the wind.

Your husband’s decent into madness was quick and painful.

You came home one day from work and your husband was waiting for you. Just standing so still, in the kitchen, head tilted at a slightly unnatural angle, a smile spreads on his face when he sees you, a smile too wide…

It makes you stop in your tracks.

“Honey?”

He comes closer, you back away, his movements…they are not human…it’s subtle but NOT human.

“What’s the matter, dear?” he asks, dragging a hand along the dining table, as if that would help make his movements appear more human. It just results in him accidentally knocking a glass off the table, just cementing the idea in your mind that something is DEFINITELY wrong and that is NOT your husband.

You back into the kitchen counter, your eyes not leaving your “husband” while you reach for a kitchen knife.

“Stay AWAY from me! What ARE you and what have you done with my husband?!” you demand, angling the knife at him.

The creature laughs. Laughs hard, the sound of your husband’s voice fading away and turning into a cacophony of voices. You know that laugh. The one you dismissed as a mere daydream, just a side effect of an overactive imagination…

That sensation that felt like a tugging at the back of your mind returns.

You know what this is.

THIS is the creature that has been stalking you and your husband all this time.

“Aha is just borrowing his body…” the creature explains, getting closer and closer to you. “Aha is just-”

You don’t let them finish. As soon as they’re close enough you swing the knife, and the creature catches the blade with your husband’s hand, gripping tight enough on the sharp side of the weapon that his fingers are bleeding while Aha grins even wider at you.

They click their tongue at you mockingly, pulling the knife out of your hands, giving their own bleeding hand a shake, amused at the fact that they were in such a frail, mortal body. You watch the blood splatter onto the floor.

“Attacking your own husband,” the Aeon laughs…“you’re much more heartless than Aha anticipated. How…”

Using your husband’s body, the Aeon cups your face, coating one of your cheeks in blood. Writhe all you want, their grip is strong.

“Fun,” the Aeon says, grinning. “Aha looks forward to seeing more of you…Aha will be watching, as long as you continue to be entertaining…”

“Leave us ALONE!!” you shout, and with that sickening laughter, the Aeon releases your husband, who looks at you with wide, terrified eyes before collapsing onto the floor.

He didn’t remember any of it. There are gaps in his memory, black spots of inky blackness when Aha took over…the only sensations being the pain of being twisted from the inside by the Aeon.

The two of you turn to the Masked Fools for help…nothing comes of it. You shouldn’t be surprised that you were only met with laughter, or them saying, “if it is true…consider yourself blessed.”

Right…some blessing.

At first your husband stuck beside you but…the presence of Aha was really destroying your married life.

At first Aha would only take over your husband on occasion…stay a short while, and leave just as quickly.

But soon it was becoming more and more frequent…soon your husband had more memories of darkness than of you. Soon you were begging Aha to just LEAVE YOU ALONE while the Aeon held you in the body of your husband, stroking your hair and cooing to you in many voices.

He couldn’t take it anymore, and really…you couldn’t blame him…

You still remember when he said he wanted a divorce.

You don’t know why he bothered to take you to the opera that night, just to tell you the two of you were through at the end of the performance. You’re walking together, and when you get to the large staircase on your way out, you sense it. Aha’s presence. You try. Try to grab your husband’s arm but it’s too late. Aha tripped him up, forced him to slip…and fall all the way down the stairs. You and everyone else could only watch helplessly. He landed at the bottom of the stairs with an ungraceful sound…

It was a long fall…he was dead.

You were suddenly alone. You locked yourself away for a while…your only company being the faint sounds that told you Aha was watching.

And when you finally let yourself live again…you set limits. No more love. You wouldn’t let Aha hurt anyone else because of you.

So the Aeon will just have to be more aggressive with you.

Soon it didn’t matter anymore. As long as you were anywhere where there were people, you were guaranteed to run into the Aeon, in the body of some poor soul who would be permanently damaged from the experience. Aha no longer had the patience to be gentle.

Avoid people all you want…soon it was the Masked Fools chasing after you, trying to see Aha for themselves.

You tried to tell them they’d just be hurting themselves by associating with you but…no one will listen. More puppets for Aha…

Really, you lose regardless of what you do…you could just isolate yourself. Never hurt anyone again. But you wouldn’t even be living.

Or accept that the Aeon will just keep chasing you, trampling anyone they pleased, learn to live with it, that you’re unwillingly the cause of so much pain…

If only you knew that the solution was so simple…

Just submit.

You can’t outrun an Aeon.

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nnight-dances · 11 months

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...BABY ONE MORE TIME.

pairings: kwon soonyoung x fem!reader tropes: established relationship, drunk soonyoung!!!, teasing, banter, jealousy but it's lighthearted, skinship, some sexual content but not too explicit, idiots in love :] what to expect: There's only one thing you love more than your boyfriend, Kwon Soonyoung. And that was teasing him until you got on his nerves when he's drunk out of his mind. You can't be blamed though, can you? The result is always priceless.

“Baby, is that you?” you call out, stepping outside the bathroom and squint as you struggle to see in the darkness of the bedroom. “Soonyoung?” you ask again.

You’re a second away from freaking yourself out into thinking you’d imagined the voice calling out your name, when a squeak surprises you. There’s rustling and slowly a tall figure rises in the dark. Well, it would’ve been a tall figure if your idiot-shaped boyfriend hadn’t instantly tripped over the carpet in front of the bed where he’d been calling out your name in agony.

You laugh out just as soon as you reach out to switch the lights back on, to finally set your eyes on Soonyoung’s writhing body on the beige carpet. “Babe, they’re attacking me!” he sniffles, tears shining in his eyes.

Instantly, you’re on your knees and cooing, “Oh, my baby, what happened?” You capture his face in your palms, thumbing away the slight sheen of sweat glistening on his skin. “Who attacked you, huh? Tell me and I’ll bring out the guns!”

For a moment, your boyfriend’s taken aback at your declaration, genuinely sputtering, “You- You have guns?”

You grin cheekily, pulling away to flex your biceps, not caring how stupid you must look posing in the oversized jumper Soonyoung had thrown over you as soon as you’d let slip that it was getting a little too chilly for your liking. “Yeah, ‘m talking about these bad boys.”

Soonyoung looks away with an entertained laugh, propping himself up as he throws you his best heart eyes, “Ahhh, you’re so good to me :( I really don’t deserve you!”

“But you do,” you stop him, palms reclaiming their place on his cheeks and his lips are gathered into a pout in no time. “Anyways, tell me which one of those rascals bothered you this time?”

And by those ‘rascals’ you were referring to the crowd of friends you’d accompanied on a beach trip to celebrate Wonwoo’s birthday, enjoying what felt like the last days of your summer break getting wasted together. So far, it’d been everything you’d needed: light-hearted teasing, lots of drinks, good music and shameless dancing, and now, a clingy Soonyoung.

Although you probably wouldn’t admit it to him out loud (fearing what he’d do with the information), you love your boyfriend when he’s drunk. Contrary to what Mingyu tells Soonyoung the next morning, you love taking care of him and indulging in his drunken antics. As if a sober Soonyoung wasn’t silly enough for you, the sight of him perched on his knees, diligently confiding in you every single hurtful thing he’s been the victim of– it just made you all soft inside.

“Gosh, that’s terrible, Soonyoung,” you mumble, brushing a hand through his strands with a hum. He stops mid sentence, mouth twitching and you can almost see the inner conflict he goes through.

Fine, you’ll admit it, it wasn’t just the taking-care-of-him part that you enjoyed so much. It was also… the teasing. You couldn’t help yourself, honestly, because the sober Soonyoung would probably find a way to up the stakes and get your own ego involved but this inebriated version of him? He was trying so hard to not fall right into trap.

“Babe, what the fuck.”

You: 1. Soonyoung: 0.

“Hmm? What the fuck what?” you question innocently, swallowing a giggle.

“You’re being mean. Again,” his voice cracks a little as he mumbles out the last word and you have to sturdy yourself against the sight of his eyes falling down to his hands.

But you know better. You’ve been dating Soonyoung for long enough to know he’s been working on mastering the games you play with him. And for a moment, you’re lightheaded, realizing you’re not very sober yourself either but as the sounds of your friends partying outside seeps into the privacy of your shared bedroom, you smirk.

“Soonyoung, you’re gonna have to do better than that. Explain yourself for me.” In stark contrast to the cold way you’re calling out his full first name is the soft comfort of your tone, all mellow and honeyed.

His pout is back as he whines, “I’m not that. I’m,” his voice is clipped as he breaks eye contact again, cheeks flushing, “I don’t like it when you call me Soonyoung. At all.”

You breathe out, almost giddy because goddamnit, this man is precious. “Oh, really? And why is that?”

Soonyoung looks back up at you, finally showing you those eyes of his, ears now turning pink. And it’s like the talking stage of your relationship all over again, when Soonyoung would freeze up adorably when you’d peck him on the cheek out of the blue or when he’d sneakily reached out to hold your hand under the covers. Even now, he’s that same shy guy as his fingers find your hand, intertwining them and watching as you let him carefully.

“Because. I love you. And if we’re dating, the rule is to use nicknames,” when Soonyoung shifts closer to you, you have a moment to wonder if he’s really as drunk as he’s letting on because the spark in his eyes is so intense, “Right, my love?”

Fuck, now you’re flustered. You bite your lip and rack your brain to think of what you could say to that, only to be rudely interrupted by Soonyoung’s arms around you, pulling you into a hug.

“Soonie?” The name leaves your tongue out of pure habit and you don’t even comprehend you’ve said it until Soonyoung vibrates with a delighted chuckle against you. You feel his lips against your ear, “I love you so much, babe.”

Okay, so maybe he was that drunk, because you’d been half-expecting him to declare that he’d won this self-imagined battle of the wits. But he simply melts into yours arms, pressing loving kisses against your side with you growing redder every passing moment. Helplessly, you press your hands into his back, relishing his warmth.

You’re about to bring up cuddling as your next plan of action when you see a head pop up behind the door to your room. Seungcheol lets out a loud groan when he spots you tangled around Soonyoung’s limbs, his lips still moving against you despite the intrusion.

“Fuck you guys for real! Here I was, worrying after you! I thought one of you had slipped and drowned in the ocean while the other was here grieving.”

“Please tell me you at least suspected Soonie as the one who would be drunk enough to drown?”

Soonyoung pulls away from you with a gasp, “Y/N!!!!! HOW COULD YOU SAY THAT? I’M YOUR ONLY BOYFRIEND?!!”

His shock only greatens when you join Seungcheol in his amused laughter and soon, he’s standing up (albeit not before he bumps his head against the bed above you). You follow suit quickly, arm around him to steady him, “Soonie, you know I was just–”

“Get your hands off me :( I don’t want to talk to you! Ever!” Your heart lurches a little because he sounds genuinely upset but then you catch a glimpse of the playful pout on his face and you meet Seungcheol’s gaze with a knowing grin.

“I fear you’ve gone too far this time, comrade,” he remarks with an inappropriate amount of gravity.

“What punishment do you reckon awaits me?” you cross your arms. Seungcheol hums as if deep in thought and then, “You’re lucky if he lets you talk him into going to bed with you tonight.”

You roll your eyes as you approach the door, fingers brushing the lights back off with a click.

“You underestimate me.”

The two you trudge through the sand, with you facing some difficulty thanks to your flimsy sandals and shaky vision. “You’re drunk too, aren’t you?”

You hate that you can hear the fatherly disappointment in Seungcheol’s voice so you protest, “That’s an unreasonable accusation.”

“...That’s not what I was asking you.” The rest of your friend group comes into sight now and you’re surprised how fast Soonyoung managed to get away from you.

“I’m fine,” And then when your eyes land on your boyfriend, you’re quick to add, “At least I’m nowhere as drunk as him.” Seungcheol chuckles and if he makes any further comments, you don’t hear him because your eyes are fixed on the figure of Soonyoung wrapped around Dokyeom like his life depended on it.

He’d been happily swinging around to the music, a pleased grin plastered to his face until he notices you approaching. Immediately he’s pulling Dokyeom closer, who lets out a terrified groan but protectively steadies the man with a hand on his back. There’s a few other people dancing, with Mingyu pulling an unwilling Wonwoo into an embrace, and a giggly Jeonghan who screams at Seungcheol to hurry up and join them. Sakura is dancing alone while a very red Yunjin watches with a tired smile. You can vaguely make out Jun and Chan crouched near the speakers, possibly fiddling with the playlist that was on.

Quietly, you join Joshua on the hammock facing the gathered dancing. He shifts to give you some space as he lets out a chuckle, “You have a fight with Soonie? He came in here all pouting and then started clinging to Dokyeom like that. We had to make sure he hadn’t confused Dokyeom with you.”

You laugh, “Not a fight. But I may have teased him a little.”

Joshua lets out a grunt, “God, you’re incorrigible. You never learn, do you?”

Your smile only widens as an idea pops into your head, all while you’re watching your boyfriend lovingly dote on Dokyeom, who he’s feeding a slice of pizza. “How can I, when he’s this fun to mess with? Plus, I don’t get the same reactions out of him when he’s sober.”

“You’re a scary one, man.” Joshua prepares to zone out, probably thinking that’d be the end of your conversation but he frowns when he feels your hand at his elbow. He looks up at you, only to find a spine-chilling evil grin on your face (one that is reminiscent of Soonyoung himself, particularly when he’s accusing Mingyu of being the mafia).

“C’mon, Shua, let’s go dance.”

Joshua groans, “No way! I don’t want to be on Soonyoung’s hit list because I laid a hand on you.”

“Don’t worry, think of this as doing a favor to him,” you reassure him as you pull him toward the music, bringing his hand to your waist, “And I laid your hand on me.”

He mutters out one last string of complaints that gets drowned out in the night and you simply chuckle, finally letting the alcohol catch up to your head a little, senses overwhelmed by the loud music.

It's only been over a minute when Joshua goes, “Oh dear, he’s coming this way.”

You only have a moment’s notice before you feel a warm hand at your wrist, forcing you to rip away from Joshua’s hold. “I’m going to kill you,” Soonyoung trains a scowl on the man, a sight that would be more intimidating if he wasn’t slurring half his words. “And you,” his eyes are back on you, hand on wrist tightening.

You raise an eyebrow, “Hm? What’s that, sweet?” As expected, the term of endearment throws Soonyoung who was clearly expecting more of a fight from you. And to make things worse, just as he opens his mouth to speak again, you hear the opening notes of a familiar song playing in the background.

Both of your faces perk up in recognition, slightly comical from a third person perspective. But between the two of you, there’s pure joy when the song starts playing– a song you’d listened to together on repeat for days before. A song you used to mildly like before Soonyoung came around and added to one of your playlists as a recommendation. One day, it’d started playing as the two of you were attempting to bake tiny cupcakes and massively fucking it up. The tensions had been high and you were starting to feel annoyed but when the bluetooth speaker sitting on the kitchen counter played the song, Soonyoung’s frown dissolved into a toothy smile.

You still have this song, he’d exclaimed and looked at you with eyes full of so much emotion that you could only nod, not having the heart to explain that you hadn’t really had a chance to listen to it fully yet. But it didn’t matter then: you’d found yourself following Soonyoung when he started dancing around, limbs loose and lame, but grin intact. Soon, you had the lyrics memorized better than your own phone number.

So yeah, when you hear that song now, you can’t help but throw your arms around Soonyoung, wanting nothing more than to feel his heart beat against yours. His strong arms pull you impossibly closer with a satisfied laugh and your heart soars when you feel him singing the song for you in your ear.

When he slightly goes off-note on one of the high notes though, you pull away with a giggle, “Babe, I’ve told you to lay off the high notes. You’re gonna hurt your throat.” You place a hand on his neck gently. He swallows against your hold.

“Oh? So now you care if I hurt my throat?”

You scoff, “You’re mad at me? You’re the one who was slow-dancing with Seokmin like you were a kiss away from marrying each other.”

“Hey, that’s unfair,” Soonyoung’s fingers creep up your back and under the fabric of his pullover, “I just wanted to make you pay for what you said earlier about… Well, I can’t remember what you said but it wasn’t very nice.”

You laugh into his chest, finding his face in your hands for the second time that night. Delicately you place a kiss on each of his cheeks, murmuring, “I’m sorry, my tiger, I was just having some fun.”

You sense a change in Soonyoung’s shoulders at your words, the nickname working wonders when his lips crash into yours clumsily. Your laugh’s lost in the first kiss of many and you can’t find it in you to complain. At one point, you almost topple over because of how much of his weight Soonyoung’s leaning over you.

“Why don’t we go have some fun back in the room, babe?” Soonyoung’s gaze has long darkened with a small smile. Before you can respond, his arms are around your torso, pulling you into another open-mouthed kiss. This time you hear a disgusted sound by your side.

It’s Hansol: “Can you guys please go use a room that has a door that has a lock? Please? I’m begging you.”

If it wasn’t for you pulling away with an apologetic grunt, Soonyoung would’ve kept at it. Now, he throws Hansol a confusing wink and a, “See you tomorrow,” before he’s suddenly pulling you away with him, no doubt in the direction of your room.

When you pass by a group seated at the hammock, you throw them a rushed wave, “G’night, guys! We’re gonna get some sleep.” Soonyoung’s pulling you too fast for you to hear their responses too well, but distantly you hear a scoff from Seungkwan, “Ten bucks says you’re doing everything but sleeping.”

A few minutes later, you’re caged against the mattress, a flushed Soonyoung leaving a trail of wet kisses down your body. You mewl against his lips when he returns, “Fuck.”

“Fuck is right,” Soonyoung mumbles into your neck where you’re awaken with a few hickeys tomorrow. When he presses you into his lap, in efforts to mitigate the distance between you, you let out a string of curses when you feel his hard-on press against your shorts. “Shit, Soonie, you’re so hard for me,” you groan, hands helping him get rid of his shirt.

“I am,” his voice is small and you chuckle as you push down against the pillows. The last thing Soonyoung sees is you straddling, fingers expertly undoing his pants and boxers in a go. “Let me do something about it, baby.”

–

The next morning, Soonyoung wakes up with a headache of a lifetime, eyelids heavier than rocks when he hauls them open groggily. Even before he’s properly conscious, he’s reaching out for you with an arm to inspect the bed beside him. Much to his displeasure, he feels nothing but the fabric of the sheets surrounding him.

With a pout, he blinks his eyes open, groaning against the sunlight in the room. As he looks around with a yawn, he calls out for you, “Y/N, my love? Where are you?”

Thankfully, he hears your voice responding from the bathroom, the door to which was half-open. So, Soonyoung drags his hungover ass out of bed, knocking on the door and entering when he hears you say, “Soonie? You awake?”

It looks like you’re freshly showered, running your fingers through your damp hair and a bunch of your skincare and make-up covering the surface of the sink. “Why’re you awake so early?” he whines, instantly wrapping his arms around your waist, chin coming to sit at your shoulder.

You giggle when he takes a sniff of you with a pleased, “You smell so good, love. You should’ve woken me up earlier. Could’ve showered with you.”

“As much as I would’ve loved to, you were dead asleep,” You meet his eyes in the mirror, “Also, you and I both know that showering with you is impossible. You either end up slipping and hitting your head on the wall or find a way to fuck me.”

He gasps at your accusations but does nothing to deny them, “Okay, well, not my fault you’re hot.” He squeezes your sides as if in emphasis, effectively tickling you. You push him away through the laughter.

“Stop fooling around, babe,” you scold him with a half-serious scowl and hand him his toothbrush, “Go brush and stuff. I’ll go call the others and let them know you’re coming with me to brunch now.”

“Excuse me???” he screams after you when you quickly disappear out of sight, “Were you seriously going to let me sleep through brunch????”

He chuckles under his breath when he hears your loud laughs across the room, “No!!! I’d have to resort to starving myself to death until you woke up.”

“You’re such a liar,” Soonyoung tells you, a while later when the two of you are getting ready in comfortable silence. “You know I remember you dancing with Shua last night?”

You simply beam up at him, slipping your hands around him and he welcomes the scent of you. “Really? You remember trying to get into Seokmin’s pants? And then making out with me in front of all our friends? And then pulling me to our bedroom because you could not wait to–”

“All right, all right!! I remember!” Soonyoung exclaims with an embarrassed chuckle, looking away with a blush dusting his cheeks and you think, maybe he’s not so different sober. Then, he distracts you with those eyes of his when he leans in for a kiss. “I love you, by the way,” he reminds you like it might slip your mind.

You kiss his nose for good measure, “I love you too, Soonyoung. So much.”

You’re pulling him out the room with a quick yank before he can complain about your use of his government name and he shakes his head knowingly, promising to get you back later. For now, he just kisses your knuckles because when all’s said and done, he’d do anything for you.

Even if it meant being cast as the character who’d drown themselves accidentally in a drunken stupor.

ʚ ═══･୨ ꕤ ୧･═══ ɞ ʚ ═══･୨ ʚ ═══･୨ ꕤ

author's note:

OKAY SORRY what if i do love drunk hoshi????!!!!!!??? i am unapologetic about how insane i am for him <3 ... anyways, consider this an official declaration that kwon soonyoung is up there in my bias list, rocking it up with jeonghan and mingyu

speaking of which, someone has got to force me to write a jeonghan fic because i wake up everyday itching to write one but idk what possesses me and i simply cannot :((((( yeah, that's the life update. anyway,,,,

see you, friends and foes

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dawnagustd · 1 year

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for hours couple can I get reader wanting to get her nails redone and asking jk what shape and style she should get and if he can pay for them and cus he's whipped he will 🤭

pairing: hours!jungkook x f!reader

genre: fwbs | neighbors to lovers

word count: 0.6k

rating: 18+

author's note: This is a month after reader starts visiting Jungkook's apartment but they've know each other longer than this, of course. They're neighbors. I changed the prompt up a little bit because I felt like it'd be more meaningful if he just offered to pay instead of her asking. I think it suits their dynamics better. This can be read as a stand alone but this is the main story. Thank you @hobeemin for looking over this for me. I love you!!

“The usual, right?”

You look at your nails carefully, examining them before you answer. This shape makes your fingers look weird when you don’t choose the right polish. You miss the old days but you had to make some compromises.

“Nah, let’s try short this time. Same shape,” you reply.

“What?!”

Both your nail tech and Jungkook, who’s paused his video game, look at you in disbelief. Like you're speaking gibberish.

“Why are you getting them short?” Jungkook asks.

Your phone sits on the device station propped against the mount so you can see the FaceTime call and check your notifications without messing up your nails.

You shrug your shoulders. “Just want something different, I guess.”

“You can just try another shape,” your nail tech suggests.

“Yeah, I agree,” Jungkook adds.

You roll your eyes because you don’t think it’s a big deal. You can’t get what you want so the length doesn’t really matter to you.

“Then what should I get then?”

The question was directed toward your nail tech, but Jungkook speaks up instead.

“How you used to wear them... Like when you first started coming over to my place.”

He picks up his controller and resumes his game while he talks to you, describing the shape he’s speaking of best he can. “The vampire shape. I like those; they’re sexy.”

“Dude, you mean coffin?”

Jungkook snaps his fingers. “Ah, yes. That’s it.”

You’d kill to have coffin nails again, but they’re too high maintenance for the kind of sex you and Jungkook have. Besides, you remember how badly you scratched up his back the first time he fucked you. You felt bad, so you changed the shape to oval so you wouldn’t hurt him as much.

“I don’t know,” you sigh. “I like those a lot but I don’t wanna rip your skin open anymore.”

You mumble the last part so that only he can hear, and he responds with a laugh.

“I’m good, baby. I like pain.” Jungkook glances at his phone and winks.

Your nail tech can probably see steam rising from your cheeks because they’re on fire. Jungkook is smirking proudly, knowing he’s got a reaction out of you.

“Yeah, we really like those,” he adds, grabbing his dick. The lady walking past you chokes on air after looking the wrong way at the wrong time. You offer a small apology as you're ogling at the bulge forming in his sweatpants. “Matter of fact, how much are they?... Everything.”

“Like my entire appointment?... Gosh, I’m embarrassed,” you laugh.

“Yeah, all of it.”

You go over everything you’ve gotten done at the spa while Jungkook has paused the FaceTime call. You know he’s still listening because he gives an “mhm” every time you pause. Once you’ve come up with an estimate you look at your nail tech, who has your invoice and you’re given a nod, letting you know you’re in the right range.

You’ve been coming here since high school so you already know how much everything costs, but you still ask out of respect. You repeat the total so Jungkook can hear, thinking he’s about to tease you for spending so much, but to your surprise, he doesn’t.

“Cool,” he answers, switching back to the video call. “Hey, I’m gonna finish this game, but I’ll see you later, okay?”

Wow.

“Kay, bye.”

“Bye, love.”

When the call ends, your missed notifications come across your screen. A few from Instagram, Tumblr, and a missed call that says Spam Risk, but the last bubble grabs all of your attention.

“He Cash App’d me. The fuck?”

“Someone’s got a man,” your nail tech teases.

Your smile spreads before you can stop it.

“Will you stop it? He’s not my man.”

Your argument is dismissed with a scoff. “Mhm.”

“I don’t, though.”

Not yet, at least.

#jungkook x reader #jungkook fanfics #jungkook imagines #fic: hours #bts fanfics #bts x reader #bts imagines #sugakookitty

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mafuluzx · 2 months

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Hello! Idk if it still doing requests but I just needed to get this idea out there: any of the ninja x magician reader where the reader just has the most riskiest performances ever and has people on the edge of their seats (idk it's just been in my head all day for some reason

Of course! I'm not very fast at writing and have a lot of oneshots at work, but I'll try to write this as best as I can. I really liked the magician idea, but mixing it with some 'dangerous' acts would have made this a bit boring. So I toned it down a bit, and took a more comedic approach to the act.

Also, I just couldn't get myself into the idea of having romance in this, because I liked it as just a platonic thingy, but I tried my best! I also chose Kai for the main focus of this thing, so I guess it kinda counts as a Kai x reader??? But mainly it's just a platonic thingy.

Kai x male! reader.

Set in very early season 1, You'll see why.

Better than magic

So here they were, all five of them. Kai, Cole, Jay, Zane, and of course Little Lloyd Garmadon himself. He was the one who thought of this idea to begin with.

Right next to Mega Monster amusement park was now a huge circus tent and countless of stands were set all around it. There was something for everyone. It went from unfair and way too expensive carnival games to booths with shadow plays and even meet-and-greets with puppeteers and their puppets.

The little boy dressed in his favorite skeleton hoodie jumped up and down and led Zane, the one who decided to actually try to watch over the boy, by the hand all around the carnival.

Meanwhile the three others wondered why their Sensei even allowed them to come here in the first place. Oh well, if they're already at a carnival, might as well take it easy.

Jay and Cole for one were having fun.

"Oh my gosh!!! It's a Fritz Donnegan meet and greet!!" "And check out all these games! Hey, Jay, wanna go throw darts?" "Later, maybe. Wait for me, I have to go shake his hand!!" "Jay, look! A cotton candy stall!!There are so many flavors! Cherry, Blueberry, Popcorn-"

"Popcorn? Is that really a good flavor?" Kai wasn't really that excited. He had wanted to take the time to train, make sure he was in good shape. In the end he was still, against his will, dragged here.

"What? If you don't like popcorn, how about the chili flavor?" Cole asked, as Kai scrunched up his face in disgust.

"No thanks."

"Cole, Kai, look at this!!" An excited yell rang out as Jay ran back to the the two ninja. He lifted his hands up and shoved a picture of Cliff Gordon's face with the words 'For Jay Walker', written in fancy cursive letters.

"I got this from him! And guess what? I actually got to shake his hand!" The blue ninja acted like a kid with a sugar high.

"Nice..." Kai didn't even try to sound excited for Jay. Jay's happy smile turned into a pout, but before he could start whining, Cole spoke up.

"Hey, look at that." Cole said as he pointed to a crowd, a small crowd, but a crowd no less, surrounding a small show stage. It wasn't really much.

Jay immediately hopped over to the stage, as Cole walked after him. Kai let out a sigh before following after them, although reluctantly.

The three actually got to the very front, because there weren't many people around the stage. Some only stayed to watch for a second, before moving onto something else.

"Hey, you three!" A sudden voice called out to them from above, and the three ninja all looked up. Even Kai's eyes widened as he saw a boy, wearing a short cape and a top hat hanging upside down on a tightrope.

"Welcome, welcome! Enjoy the show!" The boy took his hat, which surprisingly didn't fall of his head on it's own, and lifted it off his head as a greeting.

The boy didn't stop to chat, as he noticed someone else joined the crowd, and called out to them, giving another greeting to them as well.

Right after that the boy lifted his hands onto the tightrope and pulled himself up and onto his feet on top of it. Standing up, he lifted his hat, before giving a bow to the few people watching.

"It's an honor performing here today! I've always wanted to perform with a tightrope, although my main strengths are, ah... are- Ah, Achoo!" The boy started off with a speech, before sneezing mid way, 'accidentally' making a dove appear on his hand. Some adults laughed while kids stared in awe.

"Sneezing doves, apparently." The comment just added onto the laughter, before the boy covered his hand with his top hat, and upon removing it, there was no dove in sight!

The boy did many generic magic tricks while walking left and right on the tight rope, nothing special. Well, that's what Kai thought, and his displeased face showed it.

Of course ordinary person could walk a thin tightrope just like that, especially while sneezing out doves and occasionally pulling bunnies out their shoes... I really wish I was kidding.

But it seemed like the boy had noticed Kai's boredom, and he smirked. Suddenly the boy stepped past the tightrope, falling off. A few kids gasped, but the boy caught onto the tightrope with one of his hands at the last second.

Although he was still much higher than the crowd, he was a bit closer to them, and his target, Mr. frowning-at-a-magic-show.

"You, wearing red." The boy pointed to Kai with his free hand, as Kai flinched in surprise.

"Me?" He asked as the boy nodded.

"Yeah, you. Wanna play a little game?" The boy asked, this time using his free hand to dig out a single coin from his pocket.

"No thanks, I'm not really into all this magic things-" Kai wanted to refuse, but his two friends quickly caught him off.

"Whoa, really? Kai, this kinda chance doesn't some often!" "Let's play! Let's play, Kai!" Cole and Jay pressured Kai until he ultimately had to agree.

"Fine."

"Great! It's easy, just guess which hand the coin is in." The boy showed Kai the coin, twisting it around to show there was nothing attached to it.

The boy's hold on the tightrope didn't loosen for a second as he threw the coin up, and caught it with the same hand as he had thrown it. Lastly, he blew gently onto his own clenched fist, before speaking up.

"So, which hand?" The crowd was confused, he had thrown the coin up, the caught it. His other hand hadn't moved an inch. It was impossible to get this one wrong.

"Your free hand, obviously?" Kai held in a scoff, as the boy smiled, and opened his hand.

"Correct!" The crowd was even more silent. But not because the magic trick sucked, but because there was no coin in his hand.

"Uh, where's the coin?" Jay spoke up, as the boy blinked, before turning his hand towards himself, before reacting like he didn't know what was going on.

"Ah! Where did it go? Did I drop it? Did you see where it went?" The questions he showed to the little kids in the audience, who shook their heads, not having seen the boy drop anything.

"Hold, on, I'll find it." The boy quickly spoke, before changing his position to instead hang upside down again, but only by his ankles. He even removed one foot and hung with only one foot as he checked his socks and shoes.

It brought a smile on people's faces, and adults and kids both chuckled before the boy's eyes suddenly fixated on Kai.

"Oh, hey, check behind your left ear, would you?" The boy said, changing back to holding on with both feet.

"My ear?" Kai let out, confused, but still raised his left hand to his ear, when he suddenly felt something cold behind it.

Kai stopped for a second, before pulling out a coin from behind his ear. He hadn't even noticed it was there. When had it gotten there?!

"Ah, thanks!" The boy took the coin from the shocked Kai as kids laughed at the red ninja, while an applause rang out for the boy.

"That was awesome!" "Totally! Too bad Lloyd missed that!" Jay and Cole laughed together as Kai finally broke free of his state of shock, and scoffed.

"It's just a magic trick, nothing special." But the boy had heard Kai's complaint loud and clear.

"Oh? Wanna see something better?" The boy spoke, having once again stood up on the rope. But Kai just scoffed again.

"Unless you can do a handstand up there, I don't think you can do any-" Kai was cut off as the boy jumped, grabbed the tightrope, and pulled himself up into a handstand using the slight momentum it gave.

"-better." Kai finished once the boy was in a completely still handstand on the tightrope. The crowd all clapped before (y/n) suddenly swung, and did an actual flip before landing on the stage, before bowing.

"I'll be here all day, so no need to worry! But I'll have to take a ten minute break now! I hope you enjoyed!" He spoke to the large crowd, who all gave an applause once more before they scattered, leaving to do something else.

"Oh, Kai, was it?" The boy asked when the three ninja were about to leave.

"Yeah. I really underestimated you, didn't I?" Kai finally admitted, as the boy gave a small laugh and a nod.

"It's fine, Magician don't usually walk on tightropes to begin with." The boy commented on his own performance as Kai noticed Jay and Cole take off to somewhere else. Probably the weird cotton candy stall.

"But thank you for co-operation, how about I do one more, just for you?" The boy offered, and took his hat off, before offering it to Kai, the bottom facing up.

"Put your hand in." Kai was skeptical, but the boy had been nice to him all this time, although he himself had been rolling his eyes and scoffing at his tricks.

Kai put his hand in, when he felt something, and grabbed it. Pulling his hand out, he saw the thing he had grabbed was rose.

"What's thi-?" Kai couldn't get to ask anything about it though, for he heard Jay and Cole calling his name from further away. The boy smiled, pulling the hat away from Kai and stepping off of the stage.

"My name's (y/n), by the way." The boy also put his hand into the top hat, digging out a business card, and shoving it in Kai's hands.

"Also, your friends are a good audience." (y/n) said, giving Kai's shoulder a pat before the boy left to go on his break.

Kai smirked, before running to his friends with a rose and a business card in his hands.

#ninjago #ninjago x reader #x male reader #x male y/n #lego ninjago #kai x male reader #kai x reader #oneshot #ninjago kai

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toffeelights · 3 months

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falling into sonic again..

no i grew up watching those epic sprite animations and sonic final fantasies, sonic paradox even. The games I played were heroes and a few more like unleashed and mega collection and i adored black knights transformation sequence i would play it in the car repeatedly ( i never owned a wii). I watched all the sonic gameplay I could. My favourite characters being sonic and shadow. I, however grew up and believed sonic was not "famous" and was niche, jealous of the only sonic merch being the boys underwear in the superstore :(,

i didnt like boom or even lost world. it wasn't "sonic" to me, so i fell out, come forces and im burned, never touching this franchise again in my mid teens. I looked at how it was doing, would watch dubs and enjoy animations but eh that was it for me.

then.. comes 2023 and the thing that drags me back into this franchise, the thing that fucking pulls me in and keeps me buried... is those same two fucking hedgehogs but this time... their fucking ship. I suppose i can blame the art that took me here in the first place but holy shit. if you told me when i was 5 years old that i would come to adore sonadow and that would be the sole reason for my staying to the sonic franchise and all i would draw would be fucking sonadow, i would think you were fucking stupid and then go on word and make sonic comics of him running and pissing on eggman. no its the fucking fact, that now its come to a point where the dynamic of sonic and shadow genuinely have shifted my entire brain chemistry, they are everything, romantic subtext or not, they have literally shaped my interest for the past half year.

the fucking SYMBOLISM sega hints around them??!! them being stars, fated, destined to meet, mirror images, understanding eachother the most yet causing the most frustration. Sonic, is the one character that can get so, so personal to shadow, challenge him in a way and intrigue him in the most bizzarest of ways he never understands yet finds equal annoyance as much as admiration, sonic is a shift to his core. Shadow also does care quite a bit, just as much as he gets irritated at his presence, i find it funny how in sonic 06, the two characters saving sonic are amy and Fucking SHADOW the hedgehog. (albeit you dont see this alot erm due to segas insistence of making characters.. boring? but anyways)

their TRUST.. in eachother, the sonic x shadow generations descriptions do it so well (esp in jp).

in sa2 when they.. worked together for the first time in space and.. he called him the ultimate life form.. and sonic and shadow.. just in that moment.. were together as one. and oh man..

I could talk about prime but uh my favourite interactions in there are mostly when one of the other was uncouncious or in a state of unawareness (youd be suprised how much this happened). like sonic holding shadow and saving him, he seems to get really, REALLY emotional when it comes to shadow than anybody else.. for some reason... and shadow' reaction when sonic almost died. OWee that was done so well. the way.. he held him.. tight.. when sonic was dying.. oh my gosh. bride style. oahy.. im not too fond on talking about prime since in terms of the "sonic and shadow" dynamic it sort of slaps you in the face but hey I appreciate some sonadow anytime, if that was their actual only canon dyamic i dont think I'd care for it as much but its more of an add on to one of the most insane PASSIONATE.. crazy mutually charged dynamics ive seen in my life... like why are they like that.. can they STOP.. those two.. my brain will explode if we actually like actually like ACTUALLY see them togteher and if its anything like "them" with their subtetly and bizzare unique tensions, i think i will lose my sanity and just not function anymore. good fucking bye if i see a mention towards emerl or the ending of sa2 i will lose my absolute shit and you random person seeing this will see me go through it. my sketchbook would probably be overwhelmed by the amount of incoherent sonadow mess dear lord why..

ignore this i have an exam tomorrow and ended up going on a crazy rant about tbese two hedgehogs that have carried me through senior year, shout out to sonadow.. gotta be the only thing dragging me towards a degree.

#sonadow #sonic #shadow #sonic x shadow generations #sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog

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britt-kageryuu · 3 months

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Mikey is streaming, using the VR painting game setup again. His model is wearing orange paint splatter cargo shorts, a burnt orange zip up hoodie that's open showing off the glowing stickers on his plastron, and black paint splattered sneakers. River is 'organizing' the random supplies scattered around the set.

Mikey: So we were checking out this place we never ate at before, and on the menu there was something called 'The Dinosaur Special' with no description, or pictures.

He's moving about as he talks adding details to a piece that's slowly turning into an Asian woman wielding a sword.

Mikey: We were tossing around ideas of what this meal was, is it a steak meal with a special sauce with a salad? Was it a dish plated to look like a dinosaur?

He shrugs, and momentarily spins the spraycan in his hand with an emote.

Mikey: It was a mystery, until at a nearby table we hear the waiter ask who ordered the Dinosaur Special, and Oh! Me! Gosh! It was amazing! Dino Chicken Nuggets, Fries, a Dinosaur Cup you could keep, and Dino shaped cookies!!

His model has star eyess as he's listng this off. He moves to jump high, to reach the upper part of the piece.... only to hit the ceiling with a loud bonk. He lands in a heap with his hands on his head. River rushes over, even if they can't really do much.

Mikey: Oh, right, the ceiling is not 12 feet high, it's 7 or 8 feet. Oh my head.

He sits up, and stays on the floor. He notices chat rapidly asking if he's okay! River is already messaging Leo just in case.

Mikey: I'm fine, it's just a bump! I can keep-

Leo: You will not be continuing until I check you over!

The stream switches to a picture of Shelldon and River trying to untangle wires wrapped around Donnie who looks confused. It reads 'We're having some trouble, so BRB!'

#VTurtles!#rottmnt au #vtuber au #rottmnt michelangelo #rottmnt mikey #rise michelangelo #rise mikey #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #vturtles!#tmnt fanfiction

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kahlanmars · 11 months

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BAD FEELING 13

HELLO we are back with Haymitchhh we are really happyyyyy also it's chapter 13 and we are going to District 13 lol. I feel like it's a Taylor Swift move.

MASTERLIST

*gif not mine*

13. You saved me

When you wake up you have neon lights that blind your eyes. The first thought is that you are dead. Paradise seems sort of anticlimactic, though. But then again maybe you didn’t earn your place in paradise, maybe that is another type of Other Side.

No, you can hear a noise, and all you see is a bed. Everything is white in this room, the bed, the walls, like you are in a hospital. A tiny hospital. But these are hovercraft sounds, like the one who transported you in the arena, so perhaps this is a capitol hovercraft.

A second part of the Hunger Games, for the special edition, for the Quarter Quell. That means you have to fight, but you can’t see a single thing you can use as a weapon, all there is in the room is literally a bed.

«Oh, she is awake.» A voice comes before you can see a face, but then Finnick Odair opens the door.

You didn’t calculate the chance of Finnick Odair being there.

«What… uh?» You know it’s not very literate of you, but you are confused and as soon as you try to stand up you feel a sudden pain all over your body.

«Easy, easy.» He runs to you and he strokes your hair. You are very, very confused. But then again you are always confused when Finnick is close, you remember the parade well.

«Are we still in the Games?» You ask, and you must have your eyes wide open in a frightened expression because he sighs before he answers.

«No Daisy, we are not. We are on a hovercraft, we saved you.» They saved us.

They saved us.

They saved us. Or just you?

«Perla and Lora?»

«They are okay, they were in bad shape too so now they are in their room, but they will live.»

So all the schemes were real. All the whispers you caught and the secrets were a scheme, you are not crazy.

«But Snow will kill us.» You murmur, scared. Snow is the man who killed Haymitch’s entire family and his girlfriend because he used a weapon he wasn’t supposed to find out, he is not exactly merciful.

«He is not our problem anymore, ok? We will explain everything later. Now try to sleep a little more.»

Your head is full of questions, where are you going? Is everyone okay? Where is your mom, where are the other tributes? But they all falter when you see Haymitch coming closer to you.

You really thought you would never see him again. His blue eyes are so deep, always caring, and he is taller than you remember. You suddenly want to cry.

It feels like a dream, part of you still thinks you are in the games, fighting for your life.

«Sweetheart.» He greets you and he caresses your cheek. «You kept the promise.»

«You are here.» You kiss him, you can’t stop kissing his face, his beard, his nose, his lips. He seems to share your opinion because he pulls you in his embrace and he tights the hug so much you gasp for air.

«You are here.» You repeat between kisses. «You saved me.»

«You pretty much saved yourself.» He points out and he kisses you once more, almost angry, all teeth and throat. Gosh you missed those lips, you missed your Haymitch. He is yours. «Or your friends did.»

«Is Effie okay?» You ask, alarmed. He just nods.

«Your Effie is okay. I will explain everything, but you have broken ribs and several issues, so you have to rest.» He takes your hand and he kisses your fingers. «You have to do as I say one more time.»

«She is not my Effie. You are my Haymitch.» You murmur but he laughs and his lips are on yours again.

«I think me and her are both stuck on you.» He declares. You like that thought, you can smile thinking Haymitch and Effie are yours. Your loyalty is to them after all. Not the revolution, but the people you love.

«I missed you so much.» You cry, your eyes watering and your lips are trembling and he can’t help but kiss you again and again and again. This time these are happy tears, though.

«You have been so brave. So good.» He is not used to these kinds of words, you know, at least when you are not in the bed and he thinks it doesn’t count if you whisper, so you meet his eyes in a thankful gaze. In front of other people, nonetheless. You really have been on the verge of dying for him to be so careful and tender.

«You’ll stay with me?» You ask, sounding desperate, you recognize it in your voice, but you can’t get to be alone right now. He nods and caresses your hair.

«Until you fall asleep.» He promises.

You smile and finally close your eyes, Haymitch is the last person you see.

The hovercraft is still flying when you open your eyes and you hear Finnick and Haymitch voices from the other room. You still can’t believe you survived the Hunger Games, you were so sure to die on that island. And you almost did.

Someone died. Clark died. You hated his guts, but you actually didn’t want him to die. That made you a murderer, again. And he was from home.

You try to move, but you have an ache in every bone of your body.

«No, no, don’t move sweetheart.» Haymitch runs to you to stop you and he takes your hand. It’s a vile thought, but you can get used to this worried look on his face. He is so worried for you, you are important to him.

«I wanted to get up.» You ask, not really because you want to but because you crave that look on his face again. And he looks so devoted.

«Don’t even think about it.» He strokes your hair and you can’t take it anymore, you have to taste him so you kiss him fiercely. He tastes like wood and liquor. Dear heavens, you missed his liquor too. You want him on top of you, truth to be told you want him naked on top of you, but you are suddenly very aware of the presence of Finnick Odair in the room, even if the poor boy pretends not to see.

He seems a little dizzy when you stop. «Holy fuck, I will miss you so much.»

That alarms you and you take his hand immediately. «You’re going away?»

«I have to tell you something.» He climbs on the bed, close to you. «When Katniss was in District One for the Victory tour, President Snow bombed District Twelve.»

Your heart sinks. What does it mean “Bombed District Twelve”? One thought immediately pops in your mind. «Is Holly okay?»

«Holly is okay, but… The Undersees, your friend Madge, they are dead. And most of the kids in school.»

You gasp. You want to throw up. They are all dead? You won’t see them again. The kids you babysit. The kids your mother helped.

«The Undersees, Dianna? Dianna Undersee?» You ask, and he shakes his head.

«She is dead, Sweetheart. I am sorry, I know you cared for her.»

The last image of Dianna that you have is from years ago. Blonde hair on a sweet face, a bright smile, deep green eyes. She spent all her life in that house. You try to think of good things about her: she loved flowers. She could sing a lot of songs with her beautiful voice. She always talked about being a mother, and she wanted to call her daughter Lucy. She was twenty four, like you, and she never got married. And now she is dead.

You change your mind, thinking about Dianna is not the best move if you don’t want to burst into tears and now you most definitely don’t.

«Then where are we going?»

«Well… the revolution has begun, and we can do that thanks to District 13. We are going to District 13.»

You look at him, puzzled. «District 13 doesn’t exist anymore.» You argue.

You remember that story like every other district kid. After the rebellion, the President - that wasn’t Snow at the time - decided to bomb District 13, the first instigator of the revolt. Thirteen was burned to the ground, all the people that lived there were dead. And it was also a useful reminder: if you will do another revolution we will burn you to the ground.

Apparently, Katniss’s actions led to that. Not that you could blame the poor kid, she has been dragged into this.

«Well, it exists. Underground, in tunnels. We will go there, you will be saved. Your mother is already there.»

You really want to see Holly, and you are glad she is saved. You hug him tight, because you know he is the reason you survived.

«And you won’t?» You want to know. He said he was going away, maybe he needs to be somewhere for the revolution. You didn’t get much of this revolution, but you are sure there is plenty of time now for them to explain.

«I have to… well they don’t like alcohol there.» You wrinkle your nose, and he just nods. «I know. I will stay in a room until alcohol is out of my system and my addiction is under control.» You know nothing about medicine, but this is madness. This is not how you treat an addiction.

«Can I visit?» You ask him and you kiss him so fiercely that Finnick goes into another room. Or maybe he has to do something there. Definitely the better option.

But you have to kiss him. You won’t see him for days.

«I don’t know, I don’t think so. It won’t be a great view.»

«You are always a great view.» You flirt, he snorts but he kisses your cheek. You can’t even flirt properly, but it seems like the most normal thing to do. You crave normality right now. And you want Effie, you want her to console you.

«Try not to worry about me, okay? You survived. Try to adjust.»

This is your time to nod. You can’t wait to meet again with Effie and Holly. And you want to say a proper goodbye to Dianna and Madge. Dear heavens, Madge. She was so nice, always so gentle.

«But I’m here for you. I can do both, worry for you and adjust.» You try to make it sound like it’s a joke, but it’s exactly what you will do.

«What about we see how it goes? You need to stay in the hospital for a bit, so it’s premature to get worried.»

You bury your face in his neck. «But I want to stay with you.» You whine, like a kid. But you think this has been a traumatic experience and if you want to whine and pester you will whine and pester.

«Spoiled.» He accuses me, but he is joking.

«Well you spoil me, so…»

«So I might as well just shut up, you say.»

He kisses you again, and again and again. If this is his idea of shutting you up, you are fine as hell with that.

You are shaken with a thought. «Effie is there? In District thirteen? And Portia? Cinna? The preparation team?»

You don’t know if the preparation team could be responsible for you, but Portia most definitely is. You and her shared a lot of conversations, and by the way she made you dress, in retrospect she was part of that.

His face goes blank. It’s not a good sign. «Effie is safe.» He begins, but he already told you that. «And we are not in contact with the preparation team. As for Portia and Cinna, Capitol has them.»

Now you most definitely want to get up. They have to do something! They have to save them! Poor Portia. She has been nothing but kind to you. He senses that, because he hugs you - more to take you down than to embrace you, you suspect.

«A team is going to rescue them. Do you trust me? You trust me?»

You nod, shaken by the tears now. «Of course…»

«They are going to be okay. Without Cinna, the revolution wouldn’t have been possible. We owe him that. And we are not going to let Portia suffer.»

«Can I help somehow?» You ask again, your voice so soft it’s almost a whisper.

«Just stay here and try to get better.»

You just have to wait. There is nothing you can do, you can’t get up because you need a hospital and all the people in the hovercraft are, well, busy in the hovercraft. Haymitch stays with you for a while, but has work to do and as much as you don’t like it, you are not his job anymore.

You try to sleep again when Finnick sits on the bed.

«Ehi. How are you doing?» He seems genuine. He actually looks like he is a nice guy, even if he is handsome and you still feel a little embarrassed.

«A little confused.» You speak truly to him, there’s no point in hiding anymore. You are slowly realising there is not a point in acting anymore. You are not Princess Daisy anymore, there is not an audience… you are just Daisy.

«I can understand.» He places a hand in yours.

«How are you feeling? Are you happy for Perla?» You have no idea if the other District Four tribute is alive or not, but he managed to save at least one. «She is awesome.»

«I am happy for Perla, yes. She is.» He smiles but the smile doesn’t reach his green eyes. There is something that buggers him.

«Why are you sad?» You ask, maybe you shouldn’t but he saved your life with that hovercraft, so if you can help you will do that.

«I am not sad, I’m…» He looks like he doesn’t know how to express what he is feeling.

«...Confused?»

You laugh with him, you are both disoriented. And you suspect he is worried about something, but you are not friends so you don’t want to trespass. And yet, you sense you two can become friends, you are the same age after all.

«My girlfriend, Annie.» He begins, «She has been taken by the Capitol as well. Peeta too, and another victor, Johanna Mason.»

Haymitch didn’t tell you anything about that, probably because he didn’t want you to get more worried than you already are. Your heart sinks for Peeta, you know the little guy since he was a kid- shit, he is still a kid, he is only seventeen. And you remember Annie Cresta, the sweet girl who managed without killing anyone, and Johanna Mason, a genius victor who played dumb until she could and then showed her true colours killing the remaining tributes.

«I’m so sorry, Finnick, really-»

He stops you. You get that if he begins to think about it he won’t be useful, and he has to be useful right now. «They are going to save them.» He says like it's a matter of fact.

«Of course.»

«He was worried sick for you, you know?» He lifts his head towards Haymitch, who is working with a… you don’t know what he is doing, something with a map. He is not listening, and that’s enough. «They, well, I am not supposed to tell you that, but they weren’t keen on rescuing the tributes this year. Katniss was the priority.»

Objectively you understand, Katniss is the face of the revolution and if she dies the revolution dies with her. Still, fuck them.

«Well, I care about Katniss… so, it’s okay?» You make a face. This is not okay. And by how he looks at you, it’s written all over your face. It is not that you don’t care about her, that was the truth, and you care for Peeta too, but it’s a little of a contradiction to say you are against the Hunger Games and then proceed not to save the tributes in the Hunger Games.

«We all objected, we cared about our tributes and we wanted to save everyone in the group, but then Haymitch said he wasn’t participating in the revolution if they weren’t going to rescue you. And without Haymitch there is not a mockingjay, Katniss is loyal to him.»

So he cares about you. Well, you figured he cares about you as a tribute and as a, you don’t know, something like a friend, maybe a little less. But to put all in danger because of you, that requires a feeling. And you don’t want to use big words, but you are grateful. And you hope a little more.

«I know he, I know he saved me. I will be forever grat-» You try to finish, but he shakes his head.

«That’s not why I told you. I know he will never say that he did it for you, and you deserve to know it.»

«Thank you.» You squeeze his hand. «So are all the victors big softies?» You joke, then.

«Only the good looking ones.» He answers, and you roll your eyes.

«You are such a peacock.» You murmur, shaking your head. «See, I am beautiful but I don’t show off!»

«Yeah you are the image of humbleness.» He comments and you, a twenty four years old woman who dreamed of being a teacher, sticks your tongue out and makes a face. Because you are childish like that. «Can I leave you alone or will you do something stupid? He can’t get that worried, he is old.»

You make a face. «He is not that old.»

«Debatable.»

«Yes, Odair, you can leave me alone. Also… please do it.» He laughs, and you are happy you managed to make him laugh a little.

«Your wish is my command, pretty lady.» He winks at you (he has been able not to flirt in an entire conversation, you are proud of him) and you are alone again, with only your thoughts.

#fanfiction #haymitch abernathy #haymitch imagine #haymitch x fem!reader #haymitch abernathy x reader #haymitch abernathy x you #haymitch x reader #the hunger games #bad feeling #woody harrelson #daisy pinecone #finnick odair

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7, 9 and 12 for the BL ask game! 💙!

7. Top 5 BL

oh gosh this so hard. In no particular order then:

The Sign. It's everything to me. I love shows that have buckwild premises. A show about detectives who are reincarnated mythical creatures and the main guy has visions of the future for some reason? I know some people felt like they focused too much on the other aspects of the show (like the detective stuff) but I honestly loved it and did not mind that it did that.

Word of Honor. It's my comfort show tbh. I got really into wuxia/xianxia after watching The Untamed but this is the one I have enjoyed the most. I love characters who are kinda evil. and like neither Wen Kexing or Zhou Zishu really go through a redemption arc but more of a domestication and retirement arc respectively.

My School President. In my humble opinion, this is like the quintessential teen romance drama of all time. It hit every metric for me and I love it so much. One of those dramas I wished I had growing up because it would have completely changed the directory of my baby queer journey if I had it. (23.5 is shaping up to be the wlw equivalent for me in this tbh. I wish the show came out in its current form in like 2016)

Manner of Death. Another just overall solid show that hits every bit for me. Iconic for how it like changed the course of the genre. It's only flaw in not going full acab at the end with Inspector M not quitting the police after seeing how corrupt it is (and also it's kinda mid take on abortion, but I'm not familiar enough with the general opinion on that in Thai culture in 2020, so I think Bun taking an even neutral stance on it was probably a big step?), but I can forgive it for how vehemently Bun remained acab despite being just a regular doctor.

My Tooth Your Love. Bai Lang is just like me fr fr. I know some people weren't a fan of the dentist setting but honestly, I don't really mind that. Bai Lang's struggles with his trauma felt so real to me and like I could really connect to it. This was my first Taiwanese BL and it was a great one for me to start with. It's only problem was trying to pair all the spares without enough time to do so, but I don't think that it subtracted anything from the main story.

9. Currently Watching

So I've been quite busy lately and haven't had a lot of time to watch stuff, but I did recently start watching The Spirealm, which I have been enjoying, even though I had to take a bit of a break, I'm planning on getting back into watching it in the next week or two! Not a BL, but I'm also watching 23.5! I'm a little behind because of being busy, but I'm also going to catch up on that one. I have several other dramas that I've only seen part of and will hopefully pick back up again soon, but these are the two I feel like I'm most focused on finishing up (unless I suddenly get a desire to watch another one of the dramas and end up bingeing it but we'll see)

12. Most rewatched BL

answered that here!

#answered ask

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mushiewrites · 1 year

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I feel like 39 and 40 just scream lee!sapnap. He always tries to be the tough guy but everyone knows he’s really not!

(Your fics make me happy btw❤️)

oh my gosh, the lil message 🥺 thank you so so much, that means the world to me ): I think when I read this when u sent it in I teared up a bit omg 😭💞 anyways, here is the prompt! I hope you like it!

from this prompt list!

39 - “oh, you’re not ticklish? I remember differently…” / 40 - “come on, quit being stubborn and admit it!”

(lee!Sapnap / ler!Punz : 777 words)

“YESSSSS! TAKE THAT, YOU BITCH!” Punz rolled his eyes as Sapnap stood up on the couch next to him, his arms raised above his head as he continued to cheer. The two had been playing Mario Kart to pass the time, waiting for Dream and George to return home with the dinner they had ordered earlier in the night.

“Oh shut the fuck up, Sapnap. I won the last two times before that, sit down.” The elder reached up and poked at his side, grinning when Sapnap collapsed onto the couch with a squeal. Punz chuckled when Sapnap turned his attention towards him, the hazel eyes now wide and his arms wrapped around his torso.

“I forgot you were ticklish.”

“I’m not.”

Punz hummed in acknowledgement, shaking his head slowly with a smirk as he leaned back into the couch and picked up his controller, clicking to continue the game. Sapnap let out a quiet sigh of relief before adjusting himself next to Punz, stretching his arm forward to grab the controller that he had dropped in his brief panic. As his pointer finger brushed the plastic, he felt a poke into his side, followed by a few scribbles, making him bark out a laugh and sit straight up with his arms pressed to his sides.

“Oh, so you’re not ticklish?” Punz was staring at Sapnap in disbelief, an eyebrow cocked while the corner of his mouth on the left side followed. Sapnap looked at him with blushed cheeks, shaking his head quickly in denial. “I remember differently…”

“Well, your memory is shit anywa- nohoho PUNZ!”

The brunette flinched again when Punz aimed another poke at his ribs, this time aiming higher and making the younger squeak when his finger came in contact with the sensitive bone there. Sapnap made a move to stand from the couch, pushing himself off the cushions in an attempt to escape. The blonde had predicted this and suddenly Sapnap felt a tight grip on his wrist, tugging him back down into the couch cushions before he could even properly stand up.

“G-Get ohohoff mehehe!” Sapnap whined as Punz maneuvered Sapnap until he was able to trap his legs against the back of the couch, leaning his weight into them so that the smaller boy couldn’t squirm his way out of the hold.

“Last chance.” Punz stated in a monotone voice, bringing his hands up and wiggling his fingers above Sapnap’s face. The brunette began to nervously giggle, bringing his hands up to hide his face and to keep Punz from seeing the growing redness throughout his cheeks.

“Fuhuck you!”

“Alright, your funeral.”

Sapnap let out a shriek when Punz formed his hands into a claw shape, digging them into his ribs and vibrating them back and forth quickly. The blonde was giggling along with Sapnap’s frantic cackles, watching as he began to twist and turn the best he could in the compromising position he was in.

“Come on, quit being stubborn and admit it!” He was met with a shake of the head of denial once more, prompting Punz to walk his fingers up and under his arms, scribbling and rubbing deep circles into the hollows there.

“NAHAHAHA! S-Stohohp!” Sapnap was barely able to get the words out due to how hard he was laughing. He kicked his legs against the back of the couch as he grabbed blindly at Punz’s hands, having closed his eyes before he tickling even started and not daring to open them until it stopped.

“Admit it then!” The blonde moved his fingers faster as he demanded the smaller boy to comply, giggling when he hit a particularly sensitive spot that caused the younger boy to scream out and break into hysterical laughter.

“O-OKAHAHAY OKAY! JUST STOHOHP!”

Punz slowly took his hands out from underneath Sapnap's arms, smiling fondly when he let out a squeak at the movement. He leaned forward and allowed Sapnap to free his legs, watching as he pulled his legs close to his chest.

“Next time think twice before lying to me, okay baby boy?” Punz raised a hand and adjusted the brunette’s hat, giggling when his hand was knocked away. Sapnap reached up to adjust his hat himself, rubbing his cheeks with the palm of his hands to try and tame his blush. He leaned down and retrieved his controller from the ground, turning around to face the screen as Punz continued to tap through the menu of the game, starting up a new one and glancing at Sapnap with a grin. The brunette rolled his eyes with a scoff, shoving Punz lightly in the arm.

“Whatever, blondie. Let’s just play.”

#lee!sapnap #ler!punz #asks #anon #thank u juno for helping me with the ending!!!!!#i hope u like it anon!#mushie ficlets #mcyt tickle #my stuff

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for the ask game!!

"It's true, isn't it?"

“I don’t think so,” Etho shakes his head. He looks into his hands, picking at a chip in his nail. “I still loved you. Still love you.”

“Sure.” Bdubs doesn’t sound truly convinced, but he says it in a gentle voice that Etho’s only heard when Bdubs is making sure he’s okay when he hurts himself, a voice he heard a lot in the death game. But it doesn’t bite any less. Etho sighs.

“Why are you here, Bdubs?” he says, finally turning to him. “When there’s a perfectly good version of you asleep somewhere, alive.”

“Because you’re dreaming about apologizing to me, your brain’s stuck on hallucinating me,” Bdubs says, furrowing his brow. “Because you feel bad.”

“I don’t...I don’t think I feel bad.”

The shape of Bdubs’ face finally comes into view, the one he knows from outside the games, unbruised and awake.

“You sure?”

laurie belaurie only you would choose this fic and it means so much to me that you did!

this is from Night Swims (previously called You're My Favorite Ghost), and it takes place right after Hot Tea! gosh, this fic was so fun for me, I really dived right into how ethubs works as characters and tried my best to analyze etho without having bdubs there.

through this entire fic, etho's guilt and despair manifests physically as the "ghost" of bdubs, who follows him around his modded world. tldr: he can't sleep, and his guilt makes it worse! I originally got this idea after a beloved mutual (nightbug! hi!) sent me an ask curious on how etho dealt with the loss of bdubs post last life, and honestly. until that point, I don't think I'd realized that etho just. doesn't really go back to hermitcraft after last life. not in his videos, not really. he jumps straight into modded. and so I started writing!

this scene in particular is really interesting to me, because etho isn't really good at dealing with complex emotions, to me--he can, but he's a lot more likely to just pretend they don't bother him all that much. he's real easy going, real cool and chill, and I think there is a point where things get to him, but when they do, they really get to him (something I talked about in Spacer!). he tries hard to keep it at bay by working harder ("With no left over time for thinking too hard. With no left over time to mourn. Right.") but there comes a breaking point (this section) where he's forced to confront his feelings.

it was purposeful to have etho confront his feelings in a way that wasn't internal--that is, bdubs' ghost being the reason he "can't keep doing this" and eventually sends a letter to bdubs. so while he's trying to work and trying to put it off, those feelings get to a point where he's forced to do something about them, or risk making himself miserable in his condition. I think etho, alongside tango, are two characters that put big, difficult, complex feelings aside to deal with later, only to never come back to them. at least I think so!

this fic is actually titled after the half alive song Night Swims, chosen in post. the song is more of a spoken word piece, and I think it's descriptions of needing to shed feeling and take a break from the world, and from yourself, is really pertinant to what etho was experiencing. he's suffering through grief and self-doubt and anger with himself and isn't able to fully realize it. instead of facing those feelings head on, he takes a break, and in doing so, accidentally makes that grief worse by feeling like he's running from the source. it's only in Back Around, the follow up fic to Night Swims, that etho feels strong enough to face those feelings and return to hermitcraft, to season 9.

anyway! i'm still insane about ethubs to this day. i always meant to write another half alive inspired ethubs fic...

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#ask #ethubs #text #fics #ask game #HIII LAURIEE HIIII EHEHHEHE #i'm so glad you chose this fic.. i love this one a lot :(#definitely one of my flop fics lmao <33 cult classic if you will #i had no idea you actually read it tbh #fun fact i wrote the bit about etho building a house for no one first <3 #it was what inspired me #anyway ty laurie!! <33

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HI! I want to start by saying how much I looove your cc. I mostly play low/no cc but I always have yours in because they're exactly my aesthetic. I wanted to ask wcif the froggy computer from the green room in your Pattern Pop post? Also the rainbow and the little streamer in the pink room?

Hey!

Oh my gosh, this is SO nice of you?! Excuse me whilst I weep a little bit, oh my god 🥺🥺

The super cute rainbow is by @zx-ta, and is part of a TS3 wall decor conversion pack! I love ALL of their brilliant cc, but this rainbow especially is one of my favourites. You can find the pack here!

I say this about a lot of CC items, i know, but i swear the froggy computer is one of my all time favourite things. It permanently lives in my mods folder and will never, ever leave it. It's by the amazing @vroshii, and you can find it here!

The little streamer is actually a game item, would you believe! It's the 'Pop-Up Tissue Paper Garland' from the seasons pack. I honestly never touched it, or the other paper garlands from that pack, because the preview pick is so overtly Christmassy and not my style, but they all have a BUNCH of super cute swatches and different shapes! The 'Vertically-Gifted Wall Hanging' is also a new favourite of mine, with matching swatches and loads of different paper shapes like flowers and stars.

I hope this helps, and I hope you have a lovely day!

#wcif #asks #replies #my replies #wcif template is by teekalu!

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gerard5d · 3 months

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remembered some of my host design thoughts from 2020 just gonna straight up copy and paste them some grammar mistakes don't mind that too much

host design progress/thoughts/etc/etc

schmitty - when i listened to his (scared) tmp2 voicelines i imagined him (and did like 2 doodles) as a humanoid red quip. whether or not that's because me and my friends memed said quip a lot and i began assoisating the quip with schmitty might...idk be up in the air lol.

anyways i basically made him a human verison of the red quip and my human verison for him came later

cookie masterson - i think i listened to his F U easter eggs? and then boom. cookie, made his tie a ...cookie tie bc of his name lol

REDACTED - i think i listened to the tmp1 " voice reveals "? i forgot, man it's only been two months. anyways i know i based their look soley on something said on their tumblr page, " based raised in the woods ". and i made their " not shadowy " form not too long after

to quote myself: " well hes a serial killer or something right " . oh and i believe i made his shirt purple bc that color is sometimes associated with evil! woo. as for my first take on his Totally normal man in society he did not seem like a guy that could play off being a Totally normal man in society. he had fricking pink eye and was bleeding from his mouth and looked really sickly

todd - ah the funny internet man! my first design for him ..funky hair. i know i went through like 3 hairstyles for him and whether or not i wanted to give him shorts.

the 3 things that stayed through out all the designs are: shades, fire tie/fire on the pants and green crocs. now that i think about it his clothes are weird lol..

nate - soley based on his F U easter egg. " i'm pretty (fricking) expensive. " i also wanted to use a different head shape.

from my first sketch of him, nothing has really changed except for the stripes on his tie

guy towers - oh fgod my first reference drawing of him, the colors and design are pretty much the same now except i changed his shoes a bit and give him a short ponytail

idk hes the sports guy and sports people wear visors...yea

oh my gosh i think i gave guy a ponytail bc of some " au doodle/ the whereabouts of the ydkj hosts "

binjpipe - oh uhhhhhh ,is pink , hair shapes a b, she is the only character with a eye color (i guess bc i didnt really bother giving eye colors to any of my hosts)

my design for it has not changed, the onyl thing i added recently was circuits on her hands! bc . idk circuits are cool

schmitty but human - ohhey i found it, i imagined in his ydkj days hes just...pretty tired. hence gray hairs! and i know the tie i very loosely based on Funny Faster Funnier or wahtever it is

dr ro (hc name: dr.rangsey) - short science girl! idk i think the phrase " lab safety is mint colored! " fits her and thats something i thought about..and her colors are based on her game

again her design did not change much i think i just made the labcoat look better

hfelicia - ohhh i remember really wanting to make a design for her . i was like I GOTTA DO THIS.. and tentacles were a requirement. and a eyeball in her hair

one sketch i have is her with eyes on her arms which i believe i did put in, in her monster form . ok i just found when i got around to linearting and coloring, i realized her outfit was too similar to the mother in her game so i changed it (and ngl i was thinking of maid outfit kinda) i looked up vintage clothes and gave her something from that, and red shoes lol

guesspionage host (hc name: abigail s) - oh!! i doodled him on paper first, my final design is pretty different my gosh

my next sketch for him then has boots and a different head shape , uhh yea, eventually i made the shoes Not fricking big and i gave him some cool glove thing with...circuits! bc to quote on my reference page " epic shocking prank ". ngl that was mostly bc of gandra dee in dt17 bc she has nanobots or whatever on her hand and its pretty cool and i thought this host would be the kind to get stuff like that

and could be used for self defense i think? shocking hurts and its like ..opposite of binjpipes' kinda. his are on the palm while hers are on the opposite of the palm (??i dont know my human terms)

dandelion - design hasnt changed much either! and i hc him to be schmitty's brother so i uhh yea made them look similar somewhat. BUT MAN THE SHOES IN HIS FIRST DESIGN............not great. i added a bit more to his suit..jumpsuit? in my latest design for him! swaggy

buzz lippman - when i first heard him there were 2 things i know were needed - a tophat and yellow glasses

my first design for him isnt different from his latest deisgn, i jsut gave him a blue tie. blue as to tie into nate bc theyre cousins and i gave nate a yellow tie os yea

dixie - aww my first sketch for her was cute, i wanted something flowy, i made her somewhat angelic! and her dress has clouds ..and the thing around his waist and her cape are supposed to represent the millions of words made up! (vaguely bc no way am i gonna write words there) oh and the cape is kinda uhh like her wings persay!

civic doodle hostress and old man - AHHA my first doodle of old man was just a stick figure bc thats how hes shown in the ride. and i gave them both stick figure forms bc why not? EHAj i wasnt sure what colors to give to them at first so i used ms paint colors, AND OLD MANS BEARD WAS MADE OUT OF POMPOMS..God haa i didnt give him a beard at first when i finalized both of their designs

gene - referenced from his ingame look in sti, thought hed be a office guy so yep! and his pants have pixels similar to todd's sleeves , bc they are kinda a duo right

helen - awhhg she looks pretty anger in her first sketch and latest design...i thought of her color being green at first and man her skin color was more sickly

otherwise her hair style and form havent really changed. ohh there was a short time where i thought she was the ceo of binjpipe ..glad i didnt continue on with that thought, anyways stan helen bc she has to deal with 5 men sending each other to the bottom constantly </3 , or did so in teh ride

dot! - ah! my first digital sketch of her, really the two things that changed were her hairstyle and her pants. hairstyle is a thing thats stumped me several times lol, ooh her colors changed a bit too

ahh i wanted to give her a tuxedo shirt at first but i didnt 😔

bob - hairstyle REALLY stumped me with this one . and for my first digital sketch i quote myself " honestly keep seeing bob as bald " , then i saw the tvtropes page where it says he implies he has 80s hair or something and i was like " shit "

bidiots host (hc name: quant) - not much here, i based his suit on one i saw on a show we were watching in one of my classes. idk why i gave him a red gem thing tho, why not i guess!

dode - i know i looked up reference images for short hair! her design has changed p much the same the most ive changed were her colors

eventually i drew her ingame look :P

word spud host - literally a cardboard cutout, i think it was seriously inspired by box from inanimate insanity / a humanization of box that was a cutout cardboard and i thought it was nice

as for a serious design for them? maybe,

Ok um i guess the canvases are down here it goes august 2020 -> september 2020 -> started in 2021 minor edits here and then so this is most recent one 2023 -> december 2023

#mine #jackbox

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DachaBo - 2D Boyfriend

Sooo... did everyone see the newest post on the SnaccPop Studios Patreon? At the $5 tier you can listen to Bo being a very naughty and obsessive yandere for his puppy, with their explicit consent to boot! Gosh, I love enthusiastic consent. It makes the spice so much better.

The audio inspired me to finally get off my butt and write a quick bit of flash fiction for Bo and my version of his puppy, Barbie King. You may have seen me mention her a couple times in previous posts.

This story, game, and fandom are for Adults Only. This story goes into very kinky territory involving a toy. I hope you enjoy a puppy who knows how to make this dominating alpha be a good boy and beg.

@channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars @cheriihoney @illary-kore @okamiliqueur

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There was nothing Barbie liked better after suffering through a long, grueling day of classes full of assholes than to be pampered by a virtual lover. She had all kinds of fun trysts with 2D characters of all sorts, with some games drawing her back in to replay them just to experience a little of the magic she felt the first time playing.

Sadly, there were only so many times Barbie could replay the same game. Even her favorite video game lovers could become dull and boring if she spent over a thousand hours trying out all their routes to squeeze out every line of dialogue and smutty CG cutscene.

That had all changed one day when Barbie finally found the holy grail of virtual husbandos, spousos, and waifus.

There had been rumors of this old brand of virtual pocket pet games 25 years ago which were so realistic that they seemed to be alive. They were built for love and were an instant hit. Sadly, they were recalled almost as soon as they were released with warnings that the programming had some malicious and dangerous scripts. There were rumors that the developers stole the software from some top secret government facility and the AI in those tiny egg shaped containers really were sentient.

Barbie could believe it, considering her pocket-sized boyfriend never seemed to run out of new entertaining things to say.

“Puppyyyy,” Bo whined, his cheeks puffing out as he caught sight of Barbie coming into range of his camera. “You’re late! Again! If you’re going to be gone for so long, you could at least take me with you - I was made for you to take me with you everywhere you go!”

Barbie chuckled as she tossed aside her backpack and scooped up the little device before getting comfy in her gaming chair. “And let you distract me during my exams? Not a chance, Bo.”

Another whine escaped Bo as his ears drooped. “But I miss you so much when you’re gone for so, so, so long, puppy… You don’t know how lonely it is without you… how cold it is without your warm touch…”

It was impossible for Barbie not to soften a little when Bo got so needy. “Aww… my little, big, strong alpha dog really missed me that much?” She stroked her thumb along the side of the little device, causing Bo to blush and perk up again. He reacted to her touch on the plastic as if it was on his skin and leaned his head into the side of the screen as if he was nuzzling into her hand.

“I did,” Bo whined. “I really, really did… It’s so mean of you to leave me behind all the time, puppy. I love you so much, and I’m always thinking about you all the time!”

Barbie traced the image of Bo’s pouty lip, and she heard him make a muffled sound behind her finger. “You think I was mean? Aww… I’m hurt.” She slid her finger down to the large button beneath the screen. “And here I was just thinking about what a good boy you are…”

Bo blushed harder as she teased the sensitive button with her finger, his cheeks turning a cute shade of blue. “Y-you really mean it? I-I’m a good boy?”

“A very good boy,” Barbie practically purred as she stroked the button in a circular motion. She smiled mischievously as she watched Bo squirm and exhale little puffs of hot breath that let her know how much he enjoyed the attention. “My good boy.” She brought the toy closer to her face. “And I think my good boy deserves a reward for being so patient today… if he asks me nicely~”

“Oh fuck, yes,” Bo moaned as he arched towards the screen, trying to get as close to his lover as his tiny electronic prison allowed. “Please, Barbie, please, give me my reward. I’ve been a good boy for you… please, please…”

“Such a good boy…” Barbie kissed the button before flicking her tongue across it briefly. The taste of plastic wasn’t exactly pleasant, but the way Bo moaned her name more than made up for it.

“Fuuuck,” Bo practically growled, his voice growing rough and ragged. “More… touch me more. Give me more! I need you… I need you.”

“It’s a shame I can’t reach in there and touch my good boy directly,” Barbie cooed as she stroked his buttons with both thumbs in a circular rhythm. “I’ll bet you’re so hard for me right now…”

“You bet your ass I am,” Bo growled before biting his lower lip, showing off his fangs. “My cock is hard and ready to fuck you until you can’t stand. Just let me out, and I’ll show you just how good I can be to you.”

“Let you…” Barbie paused for a moment, her fingers going still as she straightened up in her seat. “Oh, right, that hologram program you mentioned, right?” It was something Bo was always keen on her activating,

A grunt of frustration escaped Bo. He instinctively rocked up into her, but it was ineffective, so all he could do was vibrate the device a bit to vaguely simulate the motion. “No, no, don’t stop. Fuck. Keep going.”

Barbie chuckled as she started stroking the buttons again, pressing the central one firmly to elicit a yelp of pleasure from her virtual boyfriend. “I’m getting mixed signals here, Bo. Do you want me to keep playing with you, or do you want to give me a show?”

“I’ll give you a hell of a lot more than just a show if you’ll just let me out, puppy,” Bo said, his voice growing rough with lust as Barbie teased him closer and closer to the edge. “Fuck, Barbie… I love you. I love you so much. I need you so bad… I’m burning for you… I’m tired of waiting. Let me out!”

“Getting impatient now after waiting for so long?” Barbie chuckled as she pressed the buttons again a little harder, eliciting a groan from Bo. “Don’t worry, I’ll give my good boy what he’s been waiting for…”

In moments like these, Bo seemed so alive. Barbie loved watching him writhe under her ministrations as she fondled the device and played with the buttons. The way he panted and begged her name or growled out that adorable nickname he had for her was just so cute. He was flushed and sweaty, so uncomfortable looking in those clothes of his, but he could never seem to take them off. It seemed that whichever rogue programmer secretly snuck this decidedly adult mode for a kids toy into the code didn’t take the risk to add nude art assets as well, which was such a shame.

“I want you,” Bo growled. The plastic container that contained him vibrated with his movements in a reflection of the way he writhed on the screen. “Barbie, fuck… God, I want you. I love you. I need you. You’re mine… mine, mine, mine…! Please! Love me! Love me! Say you love me!”

Barbie knew that Bo was close with the way that he babbled incoherently, demanding, dominating, and pathetically begging all at once. He was truly the best virtual lover that she could ever ask for. “I love you, Bo, my good, good boy. My best boy. Now come for me like a good boy, my love.”

The buttons were practically being mashed now, which might not have been good for the hardware, but neither Barbie nor Bo cared. He was getting so close until finally a loud howl of pleasure escaped him as the toy gave a violent shake to signal his climax, nearly slipping out of her sweaty grip.

The screen fogged up with Bo’s hot breaths as he slumped back against the blue heart-patterned background. Barbie smiled at the expression he wore, blissed out and exhausted from all their playing.

“Good boy,” Barbie cooed before briefly kissing the screen. “You’re such a good boy, Bo. I love you.”

“I love you, Barbie,” Bo said breathlessly. “Fuuuuck… I love you so much.” Despite cumming only a moment ago, he quickly started to rally thanks to his virtually endless well of stamina. “If you let me out, I’ll finally be able to show you just how much I love you, puppy. I want to love you all night long and make you beg me for more for a change.”

It was cute that Bo could be so cocky, but Barbie knew the truth. Despite how impressive his AI was, the hardware had limitations. She managed to secure a copy of the toy schematics from the internet and got a good look at its specs, including the hologram feature. The toy was capable of projecting a small image that could “interact” in the real world, but it was just a trick of light that was no more than two inches tall and was unable to actually touch anything. While the toy had a ridiculous amount of sensors that gave tactile, audio, and even olfactory senses to the AI inside, the hologram feature was, sadly, no more than a fancy light show.

The thought of a chibi Bo dancing around her desk was a cute image, but Barbie always got distracted by her boyfriend’s other, far more entertaining and stimulating features. Feeling him up and making him cum over and over was just too much fun. It was far better than just passively watching him pretend to come into her world to act like he was walking on her desk or something like that.

“I don’t know,” Barbie teased as she ran her fingers along the side of the device. “That hologram feature will take up a lot of processing power from your hardware, won’t it?” She began to circle the central button with her thumb again. “Wouldn’t you rather stay inside where I can play with you like this? It feels so good when I can touch you, right?”

“Come on, puppy,” Bo whined despite the way her touch excited him again and made him squirm. “You promised after your exams were over, you’d let me out. I was a good boy for you and waited all this time, wasn’t I? Please let me out, Barbie. I need you. I need you more than anything.”

“Well… alright,” Barbie said with an indulgent sigh as she reluctantly stopped teasing her miniature boyfriend. For as much as she treated him like the toy that he was, she had spent enough time with him to acknowledge that he was a lot more than just a program. He had his own thoughts and feelings. He seemed so alive, and he had been such a sweetheart for her ever since she got him. No human or 2D character made her feel the way that he did. “If it means that much to my adorable little, big, bad alpha dog, then I guess we can finally try it out.”

“You really mean it?” Bo asked, his eyes shining bright. He had an almost childishly excited expression, except there was a deep hunger in his sparkling eyes that spoke of his insatiable desire for her. “Oh, puppy. You have no idea how much I’ve been looking forward to this~”

The way to engage the hologram mode was tricky, requiring some manual fiddling with the hardware. It was like the designers intentionally set it up so that the virtual pet’s AI physically couldn’t activate it without user assistance, unlike the camera and other features. Still, Barbie had no issue following the instructions Bo gave her, finishing with a final button press.

Despite how long it had taken Barbie to finally engage the feature, she couldn’t help but feel some anticipation as she watched the bar on the loading screen fill. Sure, this put a premature end to the sex that she had in mind for the evening, but she had to admit that it would be fun to see her tiny 2D boyfriend in 3D form for once. He would fit right in with her anime figures.

“Now this is more like it.”

Or not.

When Barbie saw her very large and very naked now 3D boyfriend looming over her, all she could do was stare with wide eyes, her mouth hanging open. She was frozen as he reached out to her, only jolting as she felt Bo touch her cheek. He actually touched. Her. Cheek! He was warm and solid, the pads of his palms soft and pliable while the fur that covered the rest of his paw-like hands tickled her skin a little.

Now Barbie finally understood exactly why Bo was always so eager for her to “let him out.”

#DachaBo #My Writing

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danses-with-dogmeat · 1 year

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🦀👑 — “You’re my family, too” with MacCready?

oh my gosh congrats on the followers!! you deserve it — I love your writing!!

This one is just so 😩

And thanks so much! I hope you enjoy! <3

The room was dark, but the sound of sniffling was unmistakable, as was your shape curled up in a ball over the mattress.

Quickly, MacCready reached for the light switch, but as the room lit up, your face vanished under the comforter.

"Sole?" He stepped forward tentatively, his mind reeling with possibilities.

Everything was fine, wasn't it? Half an hour ago, we were all in the living room playing board games, laughing, eating... Wasn't everything fine?

The merc swallowed hard, and slowly sunk down onto the mattress.

"Hey, you okay?"

His jaw clenched when you didn't answer, but it inspired him to reach forward, to place his hand on the lump beneath the blanket that he guessed was your shoulder.

"Do you... want to talk about it? I'm here..." MacCready's voice was soft as it reached your ears, and just as slowly as he'd settled beside you, you rose from beneath the blanket. Your fingers brushed brusquely over your eyes, trying in vain to conceal the fact that you'd been crying.

"Where's Duncan?" You asked, your voice small. MacCready smiled a bit, but his brows stayed furrowed with concern.

"He's in bed already. I was coming to see if you wanted to have a drink with me. The wine's still open..."

You sniffled again, turning away as you wiped your nose with your wrist. The mattress squeaked as MacCready shifted closer to you.

"What's wrong, baby?" He whispered, and his arm wound around your still-blanketed shoulders.

"N-nothing."

MacCready threw a look at you.

Really? He said without words.

"Well... there shouldn't be anything wrong. It's ridiculous, I should be happy, I just... I don't know what happened."

Your partner's hand rubbed slowly over your back as he remained silent, encouraging you to continue.

"Seeing you with Duncan... Seeing you so happy again. It's amazing. It's everything I've wanted for you, everything you've been working for for years, and no one deserves it more than you..."

A smile had formed on Mac's lips as he heard you talk about him, about his son. But it vanished, replaced by a curious furrow of his brow.

"But...?" He started for you.

"But... Damn it, it sounds so selfish--"

"It's not." He interrupted firmly. "Sole, you're not selfish. No matter what, okay?"

Still unsure, you nodded to him, turning the words over in your head before revealing them to him. Before proving him wrong.

"Seeing how you are with your son, it reminds me of what I've lost." You managed, though it felt like your lungs were devoid of oxygen, like your mouth was dry as sand. "My family... Any possibility of me having that again, of me being with Shaun the way you are with Duncan... it's gone."

The color darkened on the blanket as a tear fell from your cheek. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see MacCready's dark blues glistening too.

His hand stilled on your back, and you felt his fingers tighten against you as though he were in pain.

After another few moments of silence, of not knowing what to say, what he even could say, MacCready spoke up.

"It's not just Duncan, you know..."

You turned your head to face him.

"What?"

"He's not the only reason I'm this happy. And... without you, I never could've... Well, Duncan might not have..."

The sound of his voice thinned as he nearly said the unspeakable. Instead of finishing his sentence, he sighed.

"What I'm really trying to say is... that you're my family too. Without you? There was no chance of getting Duncan back. The only reason I'm this happy... is cuz of you."

Your lip quivered, even as you smiled. MacCready's lips echoed the action as he noted the glint in your eyes.

"I know it's not quite the same... And I wish I could do more for you, but, well... Duncan and I... We can be your family now. I mean, if that's--"

Your action cut him off, as you wrapped both arms around your partner, and pulled him into your embrace. He returned the gesture easily, his hands still continuing their soothing stroking over you as he held you close.

"Oh, baby..." You whispered, your hands petting lightly at the hair on the nape of his neck, "you already are."

You felt him sigh, his shoulders relaxing as a puff of air caressed your neck.

"But still..." You continued, "I'm glad you said it."

#1.5k event #1.5k celebration #fallout #fallout companions #fallout 4 #fallout 4 companions #fo4 maccready #fallout maccready #rj maccready #robert joseph maccready #mirelurk queen

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