#i am so sorry for the length but i got so passionate about this i think im creating an au in my head now lol
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If Chase Yuong and the First Ninja start a fight, who will win in your opinion? Either way, it's going to be epic.
anon ANON thank you. I've been dying to think more about those two in the same context, ever since i realized the similarities of these two idiots i like (greenish hair? martial artist? magical? kinda lived long???) But i've shoved those crossover-ish ideas away since i am busy with other stuff lol. but this gives me an excuse >;)
Ok, if we do NOT take canons in consideration (because lets be truthful, cartoons rarely can give a full scope of a character to our satisfactions lol) so I have 2-3 vague scenarios in which they clash (IMO either of them can win??? (because i like them both, even if i am more of First fan, so I cant decide who of them winning would be more entertaining lol)):
If First Ninja in his prime (sometime after imprisoning Sorcerer but before the Ultimate Lesson) clashed with 700 yo Chase Young (since this fucker is canonically 1500 yo) who would probably try to defeat First in order to make him part of his Jungle Cats harem:
Chase is ridiculously, stupidly overpowered but one could argue that at 700 he hasn't yet reached the height of all his powers, so First would certainly have a fighting chance. First is supposedly uniquely trained since (probably) his birth by his Ninja Clan and continuous battles with the Sorcerer (and most likely other creatures, like Sorceress and Tengu and etc.) throughout his teenage-young adult life to take on enemies like Chase - overpowered magical beings/soulless monsters - with the help of Ninja Mask and all its powers.
Admittingly, in this case the win will most likely go to Chase, if only because of his experience and overwhelming array of powers at his disposal. Though considering we do not know the full scope of Ninja Mask's powers, First has like maybe 15-25% chance to win (and at least 30-45% in my mind if i consider my own hc about the mask lol), but not 0%.
If First Ninja's 800 yo. spirit somehow was released from/embodied by Ninjanomicon to clash with 1500 yo Chase Young in the Modern Present:
Here a lot of my hc come in play. I fully believe that if First - with all the developed abilities, experiences, memories, power (and possibly spirits) acquired during his stay/merge within the Ninjanomicon and from over like 200 people who ever used the mask over 800 years - fought 1500 yo Chase - who spent at least a century or 2 or 3?? hidden away in his Fortress, growing just a bit complacent, since he clearly became too strong and thus bored of the world when it couldn't offer him decent opponents anymore, at least not until current Monks - the fight could go either way.
Chase is still stupidly OP, but its clear that he was deprived of good opponents for a loooooong time, since he resorted to fight against/taunt teenagers and Omi, who is basically a kid still. And they frequently managed to outmanoeuvre him in their confrontations, if not in an actual hand-to-hand fight then at least in common sense lol.
Meanwhile First trained and learned with his each of his successors years in and out, and while we dont know exactly what sort of things happened, we can say for sure that the fighting was continuous. Ninja barely had any rest, for the Sorcerer probably attracted chaos inclined allies and minions and thus a never ending stream of enemies for Ninja to battle.
If basic bitches clash aka OG Good Chase and First Ninja before he was First Ninja:
This is just for fun and because I fully believe that pre-Ninja Mask First will trounce Good Chase. xD
We do not know Chase's past, and there are various headcanons on how he came to be a Xiaolin Monk, but let's just say that judging by his apperance and XS voice, he is probably a very young adult-ish before he drunk his Soup, so he most likely was a Monk since at least his pre-teen/teen years. He appears to be insecure in his Monk-ness and in his abilities to become the greatest warrior despite his competence, since he was swayed/manipulated/convinced? to sell his soul to a demon for more power and freedom from Monk values.
If we judge First's appearance and voice, he would be perhaps a slight bit older than Chase when he became The Ninja, and not to mention since he was born into the Ninja Clan, he was likely trained since he was very young. His personality appears to be very studious and there is certainly a great deal of strength in his character since he not only managed to continue on with his duty even after loosing his brothers but also not succumbing to the overwhelming Power of the Mask that can corrupt those of weak belief and hold the title of the Ninja longer than anyone else.
(Not to mention I am of very biased opinion that Ninjas are cooler than Monks. lol. Also we can assume they all have magic of some sort. Like think Naruto like Ninjas and Xiaolin Elemental Dragons/Monks.)
ALSO in case 1, obviously if they fought with the agreement that if Chase wins he would ABSOLUTELY add First into his Jungle Cat harem. First will most likely add/request a stipulation that Ninja Mask was not taken with First and I can see Chase honoring that agreement, so the Ninja legacy will continue on and Chase still gets an incredible warrior to his ranks, and perhaps more warriors if the future ex-Ninjas would decide to try and fight him later on. ;)
(first's animal form would be either a leopard or iriomote cat (both native to Japan) or a crow because tengu connection/associations ;D )
And if First wins, he certainly would figure out how to contain Chase, (perhaps even in the Ninjanomicon itself hohoho) since he somehow managed to contain a sorcerer that controls chaos with some binding, magic from a mythical beast and in a deep hole that perhaps connected to some dark realm, like??
;)
#que?#rc9gn first ninja#first ninja#chase young#xiaolin showdown#rc9gn#crossover#ninja showdown#long post#i am so sorry for the length but i got so passionate about this i think im creating an au in my head now lol#also i think i accidentally mentally added gay tension between those two im going INSANE#im sick and i keep giggling about it so now my throat is sore and i probably have a fever but alkfa;skd
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More creepypasta headcannons!
+the women this time! Also these aren’t sexual, but there will be references to drinking, drugs and sex
And in most of these I am ignoring what is actually cannon so I’m sorry, I just like thinking more on the wholesome side of this fandom.
Also, I understand that Sally is like not at all like her OG story, but this is how I like to interpret her so please don’t hate!
Jeff the killer
Age: 22
Wine Problems: got citric acid rubbed into his healing mouth scar by EJ and Ben. (He splattered paint all over Ben’s gaming system Bc he wouldn’t give him free weed. EJ joined because of the “Tear-alliance”)
Head-cannons
“erm actually ☝🏻”
-He buys a lot of flip phones to prank the pastas. Specifically Ben, Jane and Hoodie. Tbh kind of a big bully. Also definitely steals slenders money.
-Lactose intolerant
-eats hot Cheetos like an mf
-he’s oddly spiritual??? But in a scared way, he thinks the gods are coming for him just cause 🤷🏻♂️
-he thinks he’s slick whenever he steals Slenders money, but slender knows.
-one time for a TikTok, he tried getting one of the pastas to do the candy man dance with him but no one wanted to join him except for Hoodie Bc he felt bad 😭
-every normal person thinks his TikTok is a devoted cosplayer, but he’s not.
-he’s actually really depressed about Liu, but he never rlly addressed it with himself. He just ignores it and him Bc he doesn’t know how to react.
Jane the Killer
Age: 23
Wine Problems: Sally accidentally got shoved by Jeff during a quarrel and now she has to get Sally to stop crying before Slender comes back from meeting his brothers.
Head-cannons
-makes so many funny faces to herself and actively talks to herself in front of people (and mid convo too)
-you will catch her pacing down the main hallway with headphones in when she’s angry.
-AWFUL BAKER idk HOW she just can’t bake. It always burns.
-her natural hair is shoulder length, black and curly.
-Her wife is a normal person (granted immunity from slender), her name is Lillian.
-Toby was the ring bearer for the wedding, Sally and Lazari (when she was young) were the flower girls. Lillian’s brother walked her down the isle, Toby walked Jane down the isle afterwards. Jeff at the reception gave a surprisingly good speech about Jane and their marriage… but then he got destructive drunk and had to be carried out Frank Gallagher style.
-she has a separate house and identity that she uses away from the mansion to be normal with her life and be the adult she couldn’t be.
-she’s never rlly at her other house tho.
-she loves having deep scientific talks with people to see their ideas and to read them better.
-she’s a really good person to talk to about passion projects Bc she’ll engage in your thoughts and use her knowledge to help you with whatever your stuck on or thinking of. She also hypes too.
-her and Kate are like the main watchers/caretakers of new pastas to make them feel comfortable.
-she is actively the only pasta who has seen Slenders human form.
Ben drowned
Age: 19
Wine Problems: Jeff and sally creating a doll out of Ben’s hair. The hair from his shower drain. Then them harassing him with it, trapping him in the livingroom TV.
Head-cannons
-The house dealer
-Everyone is trying to get all up in his business
-it takes him 20 minutes every morning doing his hair and skin routine.
-his favorite video game is RDR2
-chronic Jacksepticeye fanboy. Has attempted to see him on tour awhile back ago.
-his room is clean, but so weird. Like he has Minecraft posters and odd shit like that. He also has those LED lights on his walls and a really fucking expensive gaming setup.
-does not punch his walls.
-he has a pet tarantula named Bea.
-he chronically enjoys Pepsi. It’s kind of gross. Also he is HUGE on snacks, like he has a mini fridge.
-also to be allowed in his room you have to cashapp him 5$ if you’re in their for longer than 15 minutes for “wasting his time”
-he listens to a lot of French music and video game soundtrack to fall asleep.
-he LOVES Skyrim.
-he knows a lot abt tech since he’s a video game ghost/glitch, but it’s not his only personality.
Clockwork
Age: 20
Wine problems: recently started hearing voices after accidentally eating one of the special brownies in the kitchen. She’s in the corner in the living room having a bad trip. Lazari is behind her comforting her. (Clockwork currently doesn’t think she’s real)
Head-cannons
-asexual and aerosexual. They just are rarely attracted to people.
-LOVES low-rise jeans
-she’s like hella sarcastic and definitely has disorders (undiagnosed)
-for the most part she’s pretty quiet, speaks more with her hands than her mouth.
-tall af, like 5’11.
-whenever she gets a migraine you might as well shoot her since she has the clock in her eye 😭
-her favorite movie series is SAW. She has actively built some of the prototypes like the reverse bear trap.
-she collects animal teeth and bones.
-her room gives very much teenage dirtbag.
-after awhile she starts hating people she hangs around Bc she’s bad at setting boundaries. That’s one of the reasons she broke up with Toby.
-very passionate about politics and her assignments.
-she has a cat named Bubble, she’s a Siamese cat and she surprisingly cuddly. Bubble hates everyone but clockwork and sometimes she sits on Clockworks shoulder.
Ticci Toby
Age: 22
Wine problems: he was out getting groceries for the pastas and then a group of 13 yr olds started harassing him (he bought one of those lobsters in the water) until he went to his car.
Head-cannons
-buys the house groceries once a week.
-genuinely careless. Like he is so straight faced tbh. Unless you’re really funny and he’s seriously caught of guard.
-eats so much chocolate it’s insane. LOVES hot chocolate.
-his stutter does get better, but it’s still pretty present.
-he does not like Jeff. At all.
-sometimes he can be such an accidental dickhead. He does not know timing like at all.
-you will see him awake at 5AM eating salad.
-he love’s Hollywood undead almost an unreasonable amount. Borderline stalkery.
-excellent organizer and party planner, typically helps Kate with designing shit.
-he doesn’t really know how to feel about the pastas, he just rlly like Jane though. She reminds him of everything he’s lost.
-he loves to draw birds and birdwatching.
-he only kills his assignments.
Judge Angels
Age: 25
Wine problems: she spilled a glass of milk on smile dog and is currently hiding in her room until he goes away. Also got caught gatekeeping by Lazari.
Head-cannons
-can’t handle certain writing styles. Like she hates commas and all capitalized letters. They just grind her gears.
-her favorite food is mangos.
-tbh shopping addict. She’s always buying small trinkets and organizing boxes. On her way to becoming a horder. (Not really but kinda)
-probably one of the funniest pastas (if you unlock her first)
-sometimes she’ll randomly turn to a southern accent but she doesn’t realize it.
-easily cringable. She’s either giggling, lost or just staring. It’s kind of funny tho.
-She’s so bad at scheduling. She makes plans on plans and forgets other plans and it’s highly irritating. Almost every pasta gets annoyed at her for this.
-she makes a mean French toast.
-her closet consists of the same outfits repeated and she lacks confidence. She doesn’t gain much until she became friends with the girls of the mansion and they started introducing her to different feminine/masculine styles. She now comfortably represents androgynously.
-she has dimple piercings.
Puppeteer
Age: unknown
Wine Problems: the clown-posse (LJ, Jason and Candypop) are all on his ass because the past week all of them have seen him steal something of theirs at least once. LJ lost 5 items, Jason lost 2 and Candypop lost 3.
Head-cannons
-mischievous fucker.
- ‘swiper no swiping’ my ass.
-he’s seen the entirety of paw patrol and kind of loves the show?? It’s just so stupid, he loves making fun of it.
-has literally 0 sympathy and will laugh at your misfortune to your face.
-he can eat anything spicy without feeling it. Sour candy tho? You might as well shoot him.
-can’t handle his alcohol.
-calls the mansion his trap house.
-has a bit where he calls the pastas his whores since him and slender have similar powers.
-He’s not that much of a dick though, he won’t attempt to control someone unless they sign a contract.
-hates looking into mirrors, they make him depressed.
-has phases of sleeping 24/7 and staying up for days on end.
-don’t bother him when he’s snug as a bug in a rug, he will kill you if you interrupt him.
-he LOVES a good soft blanket. No matter where you will catch him with a cute blankie, as long as it’s soft. His favorite blanket is from Liu during their secret Santa Christmas celebration. It’s a navy blue blanket with white tiny flecks representing stars.
-sometimes he thinks really deep and looks at the sky at night, but he doesn’t understand much since he’s the personification of self-deletion. He has trouble understanding emotion and how he feels sometimes so he lashes out.
-sometimes he takes it bad when he thinks about how the pastas think he’s an asshole bc he wants to be seen as more than that but he never really shows that.
-British 😏
Nurse Ann
Age: 25
Wine problems: she woke up with both of her legs missing, someone (she doesn’t know who), stole her needle and thread. She can’t attach her legs until then, so far she’s been in her wheelchair. No luck.
Head-cannons
-her eyes are completely black.
-her favorite hobby is cleaning and sewing. Both of them just calm her down whenever she’s feeling jittery or anxious. For Christmas she sees a bunch of sweaters for the pastas.
-when she was 13 she worked at a local restaurant as a waitress.
-her legs come off if her stitches come undone. Sometimes the Pastas will purposely cut the thread as a joke. (It’s all in good fun tho, shes okay with it).
-plus sized
-can speak Spanish and French! She was one of those hella smart girls in class.
-she plays a lot of LoveNikki.
-she was a theater kid in highschool. Her school did sweeny Todd and she played Mrs Lovett.
-her and eyeless Jack are geniuses of the mansion. Ppl tried setting them up, but neither of them felt the vibe. They’re good acquaintances tho.
-Slender doesn’t send her out on much assignments since she’s normally so busy with the pastas injuries. The only reason why EJ goes out as much as he does is to get food— that he insists he can do by himself.
Bloody Painter
Age: 24
Wine problems: fell asleep while painting. His clothes is ruined and so is his painting. In his hella sassy feels rn. Totally sulking. Abt to drown himself in the shower.
Head-cannons
-snarky bitch.
-he LOVES white chocolate macadamia cookies.
-“wtf”
-he can’t HANDLE it whenever someone is watching what he’s doing or questioning his method of doing things. It makes a certain spring in his head snap.
-I’m ngl I think he’s always super tired. Probably cause he’s besties with puppeteer. Like this man is eepy, he’s a cute sleeper tho.
-he’s silent but scary. You will NEVER hear him coming. He could be behind you waiting and you genuinely would not notice until you’re dead.
-I feel like he spends a lot of time in his room painting, but whenever he gets an art block he might as well cry. He genuinely doesn’t know what to do when he can’t paint. His three options are; crying, reading or eating.
-Jeff is always joking around with him, but he doesn’t really play along with it… even tho he tries to get closer to a lot of the pastas. Jeff just isn’t one he’s interested being nice too.
-he watched miraculous ladybug once and almost cried.
Rouge
Age: 25
Wine problems: she accidentally ripped her pants and not in the cute way. Also her worn down converse she’s had since she was 15 finally wore out and broke down.
Head-cannons
-she’s not that messy, but for the aesthetic she can be. She’s not afraid of getting dirty.
-she has a dream journal that she writes in every morning Bc it helps her lucid dream. She only likes lucid dreaming Bc she feels in control, though this has accidentally lead to sleep paralysis.
-she’s super sensitive to the cold.
-she’s really good friends with clockwork.
-she’s honestly a creative genius. She loves literature and art and performance. Though sometimes she gets completely lost in her work.
-constantly in a state of escapism.
-she kind of reminds me of Charlie from Perks of Being a Wallflower. That’s probably her favorite movie too.
-she loves hanging around the girls of the mansion, they make her feel at home. Like she’s sm more comfortable around them than others. Sometimes when a new pasta arrives and they throw an honoring ceremony, the girl pastas will all get ready together in Slenders room! (His room is the biggest and he’s cooking all the food with the boys)
Masky
Age: 25
Wine problems: ran out of storage on his phone, now he has to delete the many photos and videos of him pranking Toby in his sleep.
Head-cannons
-he’s not as much as a dickhead as he seems, like he’s actually pretty chill and he has simple boundaries.
-he’s more of a loner if anything, the one person he like actually talks to tho is Toby and hoodie. Hoodie as an acquaintance and Toby as a little brother.
-sometimes he can get a little crazy, but that’s expected.
-he’s the easiest pasta to scare, this mf is JUMPY.
-he is a chronic shitposter.
-he loves self care tho. Like he’s always showering or getting shower stuff. He has like a collection of shower stuff.
-he used to have his ears pierced as a rebellion against his parents as a teen, but they closed. Sometimes he wishes he could get them repeirced.
-he’s like the type of guy who takes bubble baths a lot Bc he’s stressed all the time. Like he’s ALWAYS irritated abt something.
-you know he’d run a Walmart deli like his bitch.
-regardless, he takes his job too seriously and sometimes slender gets a lil concerned abt him Bc he literally gets crazy sometimes.
-rated T for ‘Too hard to work with’
Laughing Jill
Age: unknown
Wine problems: choked on a piece of hair and the next person that talks to her is getting the belt. Also couldn’t answer a simple math equation in a debate with hoodie so now everyone is calling her a bimbo.
Head-cannons
-she makes SO MANY TIKTOK VIDEOS, almost TikTok famous (she doesn’t show her or anyone’s face on cam)
-almost started a mukbang account.
-her and Jack came from the same Angel hence their name and design.
-she cried when watching the fnaf movie.
-she wears some odd earrings and she actually adds some color in her wardrobe too, unlike Jack.
-she is really into evanescence.
-has an aggressive southern accent (like Millie from Helluva Boss)
-southern lass girlboss sass idk
-she absolutely HATES water, like swimming is her biggest nightmare. She hates the ocean and ocean animals. They just creep her out.
-she’s not really close with anyone but she yaps sm. The one who tolerate it the most is probably Kate, Ben and Bloody painter.
-she’s been in a mosh pit a couple times and the first time someone threw a PB&J sandwich on her. She almost cried.
Hoodie
Age: 26
Wine problems: trying to keep control of the house. Put away the brownies, constantly cleaning. Is forced to give up once Jeff throws ice cream at the ceiling.
Head-cannons
-no matter where, he only wears converse.
-tbh think he watches some anime.
-I feel like if he ever was rapping he’d be really good at it.
-with assignments he’s one of the most efficient out of the mansion, some people don’t like him cause of it.
-he stays out of most peoples way, sometimes he’ll help Nurse Ann clean tho. He probably reads often with Sally too.
-he’s a loyal confidant to all no matter what and he’s relatively judgment free.
-he has an aggressive model walk, might as well call him Adriana Lima.
-him and Toby are like the only pastas with bad facial hair and sometimes in the morning they shave together 😭
-he cringes so hard knowing that there’s a whole fandom that he’s one of the stars in, like he thinks it’s a bit odd.
-ever since toby got high and went anonymous online, creating a fandom revolving around their house and friends. Things have been a bit wary between the two.
Sally
Age: physically 8, mentally 215
Wine problems: got accidentally shoved by Jeff (sobbing). Missing slender, also is tired of the bull going on in the house. Mf is abt to yell.
Head-cannons
-she totally gets annoyed at the pastas Bc they all treat her like she’s her physical age. Like I feel like this is something that genuinely pisses her off.
-even tho she is 215, she’s very childish, like she loves Disney and animated movies.
-She doesn’t really play with dolls but she has a collection of them in her room.
-She sometimes goes to school for fun to lurk out other possible pastas with bad home lives. (They wouldn’t get assignments until theyre 18 at least)
-she’s very easily disgusted by visuals or concepts. She can’t watch Wallace and grament without wanting to die.
-she was the one that started the idea of sending assignments for the pastas, Slender agreed Bc she’s basically the daughter he always wanted. (She’s also the one who suggested they make it like a business scheme to attract those meant to be apart of the pastas so they don’t have to scout ppl out.)
-she is very strong politically and she is very open with what she has to say.
-very creative and smart, she reads often on multiple different subjects. She can speak Russian, ASL, French, Spanish and she knows Morse code. She’s trying to learn piano or violin too. She’s essentially a prodigy.
-she’s teaching some of the other pastas different languages, specifically Kate and Rouge who want to learn Morse code.
-specific requests with assignments are ran By Sally before she goes to slender with them.
Laughing Jack
Age: unknown
Wine problems: losing his final straw with puppeteer. Is about to pour hot sauce in his eyes. Eagerly awaiting dinner and sleep. Genuinely one of the only times in his life he’s ever been exhausted.
Head-cannons
-he cries after sex, no matter what.
-he thinks EJ shouldn’t be called Jack when he came first as the first Jack, but everyone calls him LJ.
-very British.
-he compliments Bloody Painters art whenever he sees it.
-Jeff is always making jokes abt how old he is and it pisses him off. (He got asked if dinosaurs really had feathers.)
-for awhile on YouTube he did ASMR without showing his face.
-he doesn’t know how to drive at all and he has a horse collection of dolls. It’s kinda weird but the pastas think it’s bc he people used to ride carriages so that’s what Jack is most used to seeing. They’re not wrong.
-he doesn’t really like music, it’s so loud for his sensitive earbuds.
-he can genuinely hear everything.
-the only movie he cried at was the Freddy Mercury movie.
Lazari
Age: 16, appears however she wants to.
Wine problems: grounded for stealing a cat, can’t go to the mansion so she’s angsty and listening to old Evanescence. Also lookin a lot like Ramona Flowers rn (blue hair version)
Head-cannons
-she eats a LOT of icecream sandwiches.
-she reads a lot of comics, her favorite comic character is Raven (Rachel Roth) Bc she relates to her backstory a lot.
-before she knew her dad, she had a creepypasta fan account. Zalgo forced her to delete it.
-when Unus Annus ended she didn’t leave her room for a week. She was a MESS
-she influenced Candypop hella when getting into the Scott Pilgrim vibe and dying hair. She was his biggest supporter.
-she reads a LOT. She used to love Twilight too.
-she was a huge Percy Jackson nerd. She wants to play Thalia in a live action series.
-if you didn’t notice she’s rlly into pop culture.
-her and Sally remain best friends Bc Lazari is the only one who gets that Sally isn’t actually 8 years old despite her looking that way.
-I’m ngl her assignments from zalgo are mostly women.
-she is a very sassy young lady. Like she says some of the most out of pocket shit and it’s so funny. The pastas have witness Lazari telling Zalgo off and it’s so silly.
Jason The Toymaker
Age: unknown
Wine problems: the last person he killed is being a nuisance and wreaking havoc in his office. Also got his spell book destroyed, so Slender ordered another one for him.
Head-cannons
-he takes hella fashion inspo from the labyrinth.
-he REFUSES to smell bad or to live bad. Like he likes his stuff at the highest quality. It’s kind of silly.
-all of his clothes is made from spider silk.
-he watches a lot of plays and musicals, genuinely loves orchestras and stuff like that.
-his nails are super sharp and he kinda hates it Bc he can’t do anything with his hands and Jeff edited him to have pink nails saying Periodt 😭 and it became a huge meme in the groupchat.
-tbh he’s kind of an oracle, like he can tell what someone’s future is going to be like. He doesn’t do it on purpose but he’s somehow always right.
-this comes in tie with his assignments. He mostly deletes preteens and teens Bc he can see their future. He’s necessary for deleting future aggressors. He deletes more than his assignments tho.
-sometimes he gets emotional when watching Disney movies Bc he thinks of found family as the creepypastas.
-ice age makes him sob so hard. Don’t tell anyone tho, he’s embarrassed.
Zero
Age: 25
Wine problems: her scarf got stolen and her cat, Maple is hiding behind the TV Ben was previously trapped in.
Head-cannons
-she is very out of the loop. Slenderman had to seriously correct her spirit once she joined. She was way too much for him and the Pastas to handle. Now it’s like a venom situation where Alice and Zero take turns with Alice’s body.
-she has a very distinct style.
-for awhile her and LJ were kind of into each other, but she got the ick once and never looked back.
-she has very random violent outbursts that are hard to deal with. Slender has a detector on her to keep an eye. She’s probably the most defiant creepypasta.
-Jeff and her hooked up once and were in a very toxic relationship that lasted 2 months. Now they ignore each other and act like they don’t exist.
-she is highly into herself. Totally has a smexy twitter account.
-for as long as she’s been with the pastas, she has grown to care for them, though she doesn’t really show that at all. She doesn’t take it personally or care how they feel about that.
Homicidal Liu
Age: 24
Wine problems: accidentally got caught up in teenage drama while bird watching at the nearest park. He’s trying to find a way to back away from the group of teens without drawling their attention. It isn’t working.
Head-cannons
-he doesn’t remember Jeff or his family.
-if you give him orange chicken he’s gonna flip a chair and rip open his shirt.
-he’s able to stomach anything but he will totally critique your food, he does not care.
-his voice is really quiet and sultry.
-he doesn’t really understand or comprehend the spirituality involving Slenderman and other pastas, but he’s put off by it.
-*NSYNC fanboy.
-his favorite movie is probably house of 1000 corpses.
-his scarf was a birthday gift from Jeff from way back when.
-Liu only kills his assignments and no one else. He doesn’t really think about what he does, like he’s confused and very out of it. Though he gets along nicely with the other pastas, he’s respected by everyone there.
-Liu genuinely eats so much food but he doesn’t mean to. Like he loves eating. He’s definitely the kitchen cutie.
-he gets carsick hella bad.
Nina the Killer
Age: 20
Wine problems: couldn’t find her stockings and slender logged her out of the hulu account as punishment for throwing a meatball at the wall during dinner yesterday.
Head-cannons
-bisexual
-her favorite movie is definitely corpse bride, she is Emily, Emily is her.
-honestly she’s kind of a popular loner in the mansion. Like she’s friends with everyone, but she spends time alone a lot.
-definitely class clown material tho.
-she doesn’t crush on Jeff anymore 😭 she’s still demented like that tho.
-one of the only other pastas that kill outside of her assignments from slender. She kills whoever slender and Sally tell her too, but after that she grows obsessive over kind strangers and ends up killing some of them too Bc she can’t handle it.
-she isn’t allowed out often, most of her assignments are required at night to lessen her obsessiveness.
-she doesn’t really obsess over the pastas in the mansion since she’s already used to them. Jeff got lucky with her Bc once he started reciprocating feelings she lost interest 😭
-if she really wanted to, she could literally do anything within 10 minutes. Like she is FAST and hella energetic and such a diva.
CandyPop
Age: unknown
Wine Problems: keeps getting his antiques stolen by Puppeteer. Killed someone with asthma and they hit their inhaler just to blow the smoke out in his face. Mf was flabbergasted.
Head-cannon
-no one knows how he came to be, not even slender 😭 Candypop himself doesn’t even know.
-overtime his purple and blue colors started switching up.
-he says he’s exactly like Ramona flowers. Scott pilgrim vs the world is his favorite movie. Ramona is his favorite character.
-he’s a straight up asshole in a Sheldon Cooper type of way.
-everytime he’s drunk, everyone leaves the house Bc of how annoying and clingy he is.
-DO NOT tell this man your secrets. Everyone will know right as soon as you say ��don’t tell anyone I did this, but…”
-he cannot drive, do not trust him in the drivers or passengers seat. Somehow he will fuck it up.
-he’s BESTIES with Clockwork.
-one time he dyed his hair green and it actually looked so terrible on him but EVERYONE was hyping him up, it was so bad.
-he loves going to Denny’s at nighttime Bc he feels special for how he looks. Or Walmart. He LOVES Walmart.
Kate the chaser
Age: 26
Wine Problem: currently trying to calm the chaos before Slender and Toby get home. Also accidentally ate a special brownie while on her antidepressants after downing 3 shots of vodka (don’t do this yall). Straight up tripping balls rn.
Head-cannon
-Fiona Gallagher coded.
-dresses up as a pirate every Halloween and she’s definitely the one who makes all the Christmas cookies.
-she always decorates the house for holidays.
-since she’s Jewish, she also has a Hanukkah setup too for the other Jewish ppl there.
-definitely vegetarian.
-probably the most fit and strong pasta next to Jeff and the supernatural ones (E: LJ, EJ, Candypop, Jason)
-she’s one of the originals.
-she had a short fling with Laughing Jill. They’re like an on and off power couple tbh.
-she bought a vibrator off of wish one time and Jeff opened her package Bc he thought it had his name on it. (Jeff had an odd bruise on his nose afterwards)
-she cuts her own hair and as a joke puts it on Ben’s pillow so that he’ll think someone dyed his hair. Cracks her up everytime istg.
-she drinks coffee like it’s nobodies BUSINESS.
Eyeless Jack
Age: 25
Wine problem: Has to help Ben torture Jeff. Also got lost in the woods for two hours looking for his next target, Toby found him and picked him up once he got back from the grocery store.
Head-cannon
-is normally the last person to find out drama or news.
-has almost walked in on so many creepypastas in the bathroom. The only reason he stops is because he can see the heat light.
-sometimes can’t tell if he’s just hallucinating Bc of how his vision works.
-if you take a picture with flash, his eyes will glow like a cats.
-buys clothes in incorrect sizes all the time. Toby has to go pants shopping for him often.
-the only time he can see normally is with his human disguise on.
-he’s definitely Greek, like his mom was definitely from Greece and his dad American. He can speak Greek and Spanish Bc of highschool. English is his second language.
-he used to get made fun of for the black tar on his mask looking like tears until Ben came along and they started the tear alliance. (They’d defend each other whenever one got teased)
-I feel like whenever he’s hungry he gets increasingly more deranged. So sometimes if he’s too depressed to get his own kidneys, someone else will have to get some for him ASAP.
#creepypasta#creepypasta smut#eyeless jack#ben drowned#dr smiley#homicidal liu#jeff the killer#puppeteer#ticci toby#ben drowned smut#masky smut#laughing jack smut#ticci toby smut#dr smiley smut#jason the toymaker smut#jeff the killer smut#bloody painter#eyeless jack smut#puppeteersmut#jane the killer
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Stress
Vox x Reader
Vox has been dating you since a couple of months. He was really serious with you, your beauty captivated him, but he didn't want to rush things with you. You had steamy make out sessions, it never came to the actual act. Vox never knew how he could talk about it without offending you, so he gave you your time. Being patient was hard because every day your body clouded his mind and drove him crazy. Velvet and Valentino became your friends since you started dating Vox. "Vox is not himself lately. He seems so worked up." Velvet exclaimed when you got some coffee. "Girl, maybe you should help him get loose. I mean, you could use your human charms." She smiled when you spilled your coffee, "Velvet, we are in public." You blushed. "Na! Vox would fuck you in public, too. I knew he would fall for you the second I saw you." "Velvet, I don't want to destroy him." You winked and Velvet gave you an "are you fucking serious look?"
"Don't worry, it takes a lot to destroy him." Velvet shot back playfully. You knew that Vox would never force you to do anything you don't like. That's one of the many traits you loved about him.At night, Vox didn't come home. Work consumed him once again. He was stressed out, overworked and horny. The sexual tension didn't help his stress, the primal instincts distracted him too much. You decided to pay him a visit, get him some food to ease him. Of course, Vox would love everything you give him, but Pizza and wine during his overtime made his heart jump. He never asked you for anything, and still you managed to surprise him every time. You cared for him, and this genuine care made him fall even harder for you. You walked into his screen room, he was controlling seventeen shows at the same time. "Vox, I got you something." You said and sat onto the table, handed him a slice of pizza. "Thank you darling. You are the light of my life." He whispered and smiled. "I am so sorry that I could not come home. Work, it stresses me out. Alastor's return makes me crazy. That motherf-"You smiled and let him devour his pizza, Vox took some time and feed you some slices of pizza. You could see that putting stuff in your mouth made him very uncomfortable. The way the cheese strings dropped on your tongue made him think about something else. Making you his, only his. You felt the same way about him. You pushed his chair a little bit away from you and went on your knees. The excitement in his eyes was visible, electricity jolted through his body over his screen and claws. You stood up and kissed him gently, unbuttoned his suit sadistically slowly, his shirt followed soon after. Your gentle touch made him shiver, his collarbone was your first victim. He was so stressed from work, but his excitement overshadowed everything. You kissed down his torso, sucked on his sensitive nipples, touched the side which didn't get the attention from your mouth. His moaning was audible. " Relax, Vox, I want to help you. Relax. Be as loud as you want. I hope this room is soundproof." You whispered into his upper body. You love the way his matted gray skin became stiff under your touch. " No, but that one is." Vox teleported you into his bedroom. You touched his bulge, unbuckled his pants and stroked his manhood. "I love your waist. Your strong shoulders and arms drive me crazy." A small blush appeared on his screen. The way you praised him made him feel truly special. He wanted to be yours, die for your praise and care. You saw his manhood dripping with pre-cum, you decided to lick his whole length first. Carefully, you wrapped your mouth around him, moved your head passionately up and down. You didn't deep throat him yet, you moved just as far as you needed to find the perfect spot, pace and light pressure. As you went deeper you looked him deep into his eyes, he was glitching, moaning electrified. "You drive me crazy. Hooow?" He moaned, almost screamed, buffering. For Vox you looked like a goddess at this moment. The blue light on your face made you look holy. He always wanted to be in your holy arms but didn't calculate that your holy hands would work his manhood today. Your hand stroked him in the rhythm of your oral performance. Vox was overheating. How could you make him wait so long and be this slutty?
"Please, stop, I can't. " Vox whimpered. Vox noticed your evil smile. "Please Vox, baby, let me help you. I know you can do it." Vox shivered, your gentle dominance was something he couldn't comprehend. You pushed him onto the mattress, gave him passionate kisses onto his chest, took a moment to taste his lips. Your lips tasted so good to him, your unique taste was mixed with his taste. "Just enjoy the show." Your voice was dripping with lust as you slowly sat onto his lap. Your walls tightening around his shaft. Vox couldn't whimper anymore he just moaned uncontrollably, the screen flickering. Your laugh was music to his ears. She rode Vox slowly, forced him to give her the control little by little. Your hands based on his torso, your body weight pushed him down even more. As you moved your hips up and down, his clawed drilled into your skin. It was your time to scream. Your walls worked around his tip. Vox shivered, the moans turned into screams, the flickering became frequent. "Oh please, keep going. I can't. This is too much." You wanted to stop him, tease him crumble even more. Make the mighty, powerful Overlord beg under your human hips.
"Oh no...." He panicked, his face lost control, the power went out, everything became dark. Hot liquid filled your body. Vox body laid in the bed, his screen blacked out the Voxtech logo flew over his screen. "Vox?" You asked gently. He couldn't answer you anymore, he shut down. You were satisfied with your masterpiece and went to the shower. As you walked down the apartment. Valentino and Velvet rushed into the haul. "What did you do?" Valentino screamed. You just smiled. "I know what she did." Velvet stopped Valentino. It took a time until Valentino realized what has happened.
I hope you like it 🥰
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When Life Gives You Bandmates, Make A Mess Out Of Them
Huh Yunjin x Nakamura Kazuha
Length: 2830 words
Tags: idol x idol, falling in love, getting the hots for someone, in heat but totally not gay, sweaty and scared, in denial, lesbian sex, teasing, fingering, dirty talk, turning-someone-gay kink, making out, passionate sex, squirting, rubbing on each other, pit licking, pit kink, taking control, totally_straight!Yunjin / confident!Kazuha
TW: disclaimer: it's just a fic with kinks--no, you can't turn people gay/straight with force, but you should know that
Inspiration: @friskyriskywhisky once send an ask a looooong time ago with "J-line getting all the girls" and this suddenly came up, so I made this.
(A/N: Hope you like this idol x idol piece with a fucking great ship tbh. L4 is still in the works)
"Hurry up, we're pressed for time."
The photographer slaps his thigh repeatedly, each smack transferring his stress to everyone around him. Kazuha quickly steps up, with her simple yet addictingly beautiful outfit and long strands of chocolate colored hair. Her bandmate however is still nowhere to be seen.
"Where is the other?" the photographer sighs and turns to one of the staff members. The woman shrugs and walks towards the dressing room, shouting one name over and over again.
"Yunjin! Yunjin, hurry up! We don't have all day!"
"I'm sorry!" Yunjin shouts in panic as she sprints out from underneath her stylists busy hands, through other staff members until she's right next to Kazuha.
"Ah perfect," the photographer says and picks up his large camera. "The behind the scenes team is also ready, so please get into position. Facing each other, hands on—you know the drill."
The two girls nod, it's not their first shooting session after all. Business as usual, one could say, nothing too special, too crazy—yet something is building up. You never know, until it's too late.
My heart is beating faster, Yunjin thinks and takes a deep breath. I should not have sprinted here.
"A bit closer please," the photographer gestures with his hands.
Kazuha takes a confident step forward, Yunjin hesitates.
That's a bit too close—wait, what is this? Why does she smell so good?
"Try to lock eyes, gaze a little," he shouts with anticipation.
Kazuha has her eyes already locked on target, when Yunjin slowly raises her head.
Wha—do-don't look at me like that!
For a fraction of a second, a smirk. Yunjin can barely keep her wrist on the younger's shoulder.
"Perfect."
Perfect indeed. Fuck, why is she so pretty?
Kazuha smirks.
No matter how fierce and cool her facade is, Yunjin can't hide it anymore. She averts her eyes, her head to the side and, as if her heart is directly connected to her lips, she cracks a wide, shy smile. Kazuha joins her and they both begin to giggle.
"Nice, nice, very good," the photographer praises and someone from the behind the scenes crew gives a thumbs up. "Great content, well done girls."
"Shall we go again?" Kazuha asks, her lips still formed in a cheerful smile, and Yunjin can't help but stare. If it were up to her—
Please, again, Zuha.
Wait, fuck, what am I even thinking?
"It was perfect, I think we got everything,” the photographer responds. “Time for your solo pictures."
Kazuha gives a thumbs up and tries to leave the set, but Yunjin is still frozen before her, eyes a bit teary, arms a bit shaky, her smile a bit wider than usual.
"Yunjin-unnie, would you please—"
"Ahhh, of course, Zuha," Yunjin jumps and flails before getting out of Kazuha's way. "Sorry, I'm a bit lost today."
"Nah, it's fine," Kazuha waves her Unnies' worries off. "It's kinda cute."
With a wink the younger girl disappears behind the dressing room door. Yunjin's face starts to burn. The rosy flush that was about to settle on her features turns to the red of fire and no fire truck can cool off her heart right now. Flames engulf it again and again, as if someone keeps pouring gasoline on it.
What's wrong with her today? No, what's wrong with me today? Just a photoshoot, and of course she is pretty, Chaewon is pretty too, Sakura too—no, that's not it.
But she smells so good, and her smile, those lips, the way she is confident yet acts shy at the same time—
Yunjin reaches for one of the water bottles and settles down, somewhere far away from the clicking of the cameras. No behind the scenes footage of her should exist right now, it's already a bit embarrassing that they captured her being somewhat unprofessional earlier.
Seriously, get your act together, She tells herself. What about it? Not that I haven’t seen pretty people before, not that I like girls that way. Probably just overworked, curse this comeback schedule.
A couple of minutes later, Kazuha steps out of the dressing room, a blanket wrapped around her body. It hides her new outfit and her great body. For some reason, Yunjin has to think of the latter first, but she tries to shake it off and takes another sip from her bottle.
“Ready for the final set of pictures?” the photographer asks as one of the stylists combs and curls the final strands of Kazuha’s immaculate hair.
“Yes, where should I put this blanket?”
“Just put it on the floor, we’ll focus on your upper body for now.”
Like the curtains to a theatrical masterpiece, the gray blanket rolls off of Kazuha’s shoulder to reveal something so marvelous, Yunjin almost spits out the water in her mouth, shit.
The japanese girl wears a large, open cardigan loosely hanging from one of her shoulders. Tight skinny jeans wrap around her hips, but thank God they do not hide her belly button and chiseled abs, the product of hard work and divine favoritism. What makes Yunjin gawk the most however is the exposed part of skin above Kazuha’s chest, a biteable collarbone, a lickable shoulder, fuck, I’d bite and lick my way up to her lips, oh my God, she is so fucking hot.
Her Dongsaeng begins to take poses and make expressions that strike Yunjin’s body with heat, from head to toes, but most importantly, around her heart and at her crotch. Her eyes linger on the skin as she fans air to herself, but every attempt at cooling her off is futile. Kazuha just goes on, face disinterested, hand placed to the side of her head—that’s just personal now.
Yunjin tries to turn around, rather looking at the white concrete wall instead of the flawless skin she'd love to place hickeys on—she already failed and continues to stare. She can feel a tiny trail of her own wetness run down her trembling thighs and her drooling mouth falls open slowly. Luckily, no one is paying attention to her right n—
The camera. Behind the scene footage of her at the worst possible time. There is no explaining the rosiness of her cheeks or the glassiness of her eyes. Yunjin turns away from the camera and then back to it.
"Ah," she groans and dramatically fans air to herself. "It's so hot today, I—I need some water."
Shit, that was so stupid, Yunjin thinks as she tries to laugh it off. To make it worse, the cameraman gets closer, confused at the joke and her expression. Yunjin makes a finger heart, then hides her face in embarrassment.
Oh my God, I'm such an idiot. The only thing hot here is Zuha, for fucks sake. Why am I tripping so hard?
Why is she making me trip so hard?
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Yunjin twists in turns underneath her sheets. It’s too hot beneath them, but it’s impossible for her to fall asleep without it. Sweat builds up on her legs, cooling them; it’s completely different in between her legs. The liquid building up there just makes the heat worse, it makes her more desperate and pushes her into a frenzy.
I need her so bad. Zuha, you make me go crazy!
Yunjin opens her eyes. The surprisingly strong light of the moon shines through the open window, onto the bed beside her. In their dorm, Yunjin shares a room with the person she longs for—it feels more like a curse than a blessing as of now though. Kazuha’s toned back, partially covered by her sports bra, is turned to Yunjin, but it suffices to start the elders' fantasies.
Zuha, I-I want to feel her skin, the shoulders, the back, then the abs, God, those hard, perfect abs. I need to grab them, hng.
Fuck it.
“Zuha, are you still awake?” Yunjin whispers, her voice seconds before breaking, her fingers entangled in the hem of her shorts.
“Yes, Unnie,” Kazuha whispers back and turns around. She looks beautifully sleepy, eyes narrow, blanket pressed to her chest. Small beads of sweat on her temple show that she is somewhat hot as well. “You keep turning all the time, it’s pretty loud.”
“I-I’m sorry about that, bu-but—” Yunjin takes a deep breath.
“—it’s your fault, Zuha-yah.”
Yunjin climbs out of her bed and walks over to Kazuha’s. The Japanese girl looks at her confused and sits upright on the mattress. Yunjin can’t help but stare down at the perfect figure, the heaving chest, the thick thighs, I’m so sorry, Kazuha.
“I need you, Zuha.”
“Unnie? What’s wrong with you?”
“Please touch me.”
Yunjin pulls down her shorts to about her knees to reveal her shaven crotch drenched in slick arousal. She squirms and shivers when a tiny breeze comes through the wide open window, her eyes are unable to look at Kazuha, yet it is the only thing she wants to look at.
“Please, Zuha-yah, your fi-fingers, I—”
Yunjin’s voice is tiny, very weak. She is not sure Kazuha even hears the words, let alone understand what she means. It's a tense moment where fear and arousal reach a new peak for Yunjin, I can’t think of anything else—what have I done? This was stupid.
Suddenly, hands on Yunjin’s hips, a warm touch on both sides. When she re-opens her eyes, Kazuha’s face is on eye-level with her and so close. Lips could almost touch, and Yunjin breaths heavily through her nostrils as she becomes stiff. Kazuha looks unimpressed.
“I did not know you swing this way, Unnie,” she says and pulls Yunjin onto the bed, having her face close at all times. “I thought you liked guys.”
“W-well, I, uhm—ah!”
Yunjin moans long and deep when Kazuha’s palm suddenly cups her pussy. A long drag by the middle finger, from her entrance, over her lips and clit to her navel—Kazuha has her pinned to the bed with a single digit. The younger idol smiles for a second but then her unimpressed, somewhat annoyed expression returns and she blows air on Yunjin’s cheeks.
“Ts, you can’t even admit it. That is kinda sad.”
Kazuha’s hand roams Yunjin’s tummy, then moves up and over the mid-sized, covered breasts. Yunjin groans as her hard nipples get rubbed through the fabric, the jolt of stimulation sends her hips upwards. She is bucking them upwards, please Kazuha, touch me, use your hands, but instead, Kazuha put one hand beneath Yunjin’s head.
“Where do you want this?” Kazuha asks and drags her finger over Yunjin’s chest again while forcing her head to watch with the pillow-like hand.
“A-at my cro-crotch.”
“Aw, Unnie, that was nothing. Try again.”
“I-I want them in my p-pussy, plea-please.”
“Almost there, Unnie.”
“Please, Kazuha, finger my pussy!”
“Good girl, Yunjin.”
Kazuha wastes no time and quickly searches for Yunjin’s slit. Quick rubs over Yunjin’s clit makes the elders head go haywire, before Kazuha inserts two of her digits into the wet cavern. Yunjin moans loudly, her body instinctively trying to force the fingers to move in order to feel them craze her cunt. Kazuha pulls them out however and rolls her eyes.
“So greedy,” she says and makes Yunjin look at her awaiting cunt, fingers not inside anymore. “Greedy girls don’t get what they want, Yunjin.”
“Kazuha, please,” Yunjin whines and pouts her dry lips.
“Admit it,” Kazuha says sternly, ring finger circling Yunjin’s clit. “Or are you just a bit lost today, like earlier, during the shoot? Do you like guys, and hope that I am one of them? It’s just a phase, huh? Not real feelings, just something that you talked yourself into, right?”
“Hng.”
Yunjin groans, her face burning from desire and shame, a lot of uncertainty engulfing her, but at the same time, the answer, the right answer is so painfully obvious. Kazuha is so hot, hotter than any person ever, literally flawless, and her fingers are so close, ah!
“Say it, Yunjin.
“Say it.”
“Ka-Kazuha, you—
“—you made me gay!”
Kazuha smiles and slams her hand onto Yunjin’s pussy. The short burst of pain makes Yunjin gasp, but what leaves her truly speechless is the two fingers that start to pump and curl inside her heat. Kazuha pulls Yunjin’s hair, makes her look at how eagerly her cunt takes the digits. Yunjin can’t deal with it, her mind goes blank, her moans become feral. She screams repeatedly when Kazuha makes sure that her palm grinds vigorously on her clit
“Ruin this bed, Yunjin,” Kazuha groans, her voice becoming lower and more sultry. “Sweat on it, drool on it, cum on it. Spray your juice all over it and you’ll be a good gay girl.”
Kazuha! You’re so good at this, I want nothing more, only your touch, your fingers, your body! I’m so gay for you, ah!
“Kazuha, I-I’m so close—no, I’m cumming!”
Kazuha giggles and focuses on Yunjin’s clit more. No more words, just a booming scream that fills the entire dorm, even the street outside. Someone standing beneath the window, however high it may be up, surely knows what’s happening upstairs in the shared room. Someone launches their nectar out of her cunt in an orgasmic release while the other smiles and kisses her tenderly, continuously teasing the entrance to get a bit more squirt out.
Your fingers, your lips, Kazuha~
“You came so much, Yunjin,” Kazuha says happily, rosy cheeks and the biggest of smiles. Yunjin loses herself in the younger’s hazelnut eyes, her own full with tears of overstimulation. Suddenly, Kazuha starts to remove Yunjin’s bra, then undresses herself. Before Yunjin can react, they are both fully naked and Kazuha is on top of her, breasts, abs and pussies rubbing against each other.
“You have an amazing figure, Yunjin. Bigger breasts and a firm butt.”
Kazuha gently slaps the latter and watches Yunjin melt even more into the wet bed.
“Y-you too, Kazuha. I-I want to touch all of it.”
“Then do it, silly,” Kazuha chuckles. “Your arms have been stiff this entire time. Just feel me up—or do you like this more?”
Kazuha entangles her fingers with Yunjins and then pins both her hands above her head onto a pillow. Yunjin looks and feels even more open now, as her sweaty, smooth pits are exposed and her amazing figure is in perfect view now.
“Kazuha~”
“You like this, don’t you? My gay little girl wants me to touch her more, right?”
“Yes~”
With a big smirk, Kazuha starts to grind on Yunjin. Stiff nipples rub stiff nipples, a hard clit rubs another hard clit, curves and curves start to become one entity. Kazuha kisses all over Yunjin’s face, from ear to ear, over cheeks, chin or nose, until they engage in a passionate make out session, which urges Kazuha to grind her cunt faster on Yunjin’s.
“You like this, Yunjin?” Kazuha asks, lips still loosely connected to Yunjins. Drool runs from her mouth as she nods. Kazuha shifts the focus of her tongue further down and then suddenly to the right, orbs still locked with the heavily breathing, moaning girl below her.
“What about this?”
Gently, Kazuha starts to lick across Yunjin’s exposed pit, the salty sweat hitting her taste buds, but instead of making her back off, they urge her to lick faster. Yunjins mouth is agape, her hips begin to work in tandem with Kazuhas to give more stimulation to her dripping pussy.
“B-but it’s s-so sweaty,” Yunjin stutters, against the natural reaction of her body which is to succumb to Kazuha’s marvelous play on this sensitive spot.
“That’s why I like it so much,” Kazuha responds in a sexy hum and kisses, sucks even on the skin in the pit; everything to push the whimpering girl into another orgasm, which works faster than she would have imagined. A lot more quietly this time, Yunjin’s wets the bed and her legs in a fountain-like squirt while Kazuha makes out with her hairless armpit.
A little more than a minute later, the two of them lay in their own beds, dressed in new clothes, breaths still quick, but trying to sleep nonetheless. Yunjin faces the wall, in heaven and at the same time embarrassed. She tries to close her eyes, but they can’t stay closed yet. She turns to Kazuha’s bed and peeks right into Kazuha’s sleepy face.
“Sleep tight, Unnie. Try not to keep me awake this time.”
“S-sure, Zuha.”
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Yunjin wobbles to the breakfast table. Kazuha and Chaewon are already sitting and eating their cereal, while Sakura is in the kitchen making coffee. Yunjin’s heart beats faster, but she tries to play it cool and just sits down next to Kazuha like she usually does. As she reaches for the cereal however, Chaewon slams her hands on the table and her face turns bright red.
“You-you are a screamer!” she shouts at Yunjin. “Control your voice next time, jeez!”
The room goes deadly silent, as if all the life had been snapped away.
“Huh?!”
(A/N2: Adding some Kazuha and Yunjin for beauty appreciation just because!)
#kpop smut#female idol smut#girl group smut#le sserafim yunjin smut#le sserafim smut#lesserafim smut#yunjin smut#kazuha smut#idol x idol smut#le sserafim kazuha smut
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since psg lost to lens, an imagine where kylian comes back all frustrated and angry from the game and his s/o tries to relive his stress? ;)
here you go(:
kylian mbappe x reader
!WARNING! smut
toop
When the match ended with the score being 3:1 I knew Kylian would come home a bit frustrated. I was sure they were going to win and so was he. I washed the dishes left from dinner and sat on the sofa, watching netflix and waited for him to come home.
He walked in about an hour later and threw his back in the corner of our living room. He didn’t even say hi. He went straight to the bedroom and I decided to go after him. “Y/N i am not in the mood for some motivational speeches right now. We lost and that’s it.” He was angrier than I expected. I didn’t know what to say so I just stood there, looking at him. He walked past me and back into the living room.
I wasn’t going to let his anger because of football ever effect me, but it was hard when he was mad at me for something didn’t do. I walked to the closet and grabbed a towel, new underwear and his shirt. I always slept in his shirts. I went to the bathroom and closed the door behind me. I turned on the water and started getting undressed. I turned the water on so it could warm up. I was left in my bra and underwear, when the door to the bathroom opened. I felt his arms on my shoulders as he turned me around to look at him. “I’m sorry ange, I’m just mad we lost and I let my anger out on you.”
“I know Ky. I’m trying not to take it to heart. And i hate seeing you stressed.” He brushed a strand of hair behind my ear, cupping my face and kissing me sweetly. “There’s nothing you can do about it and it isn’t your fault.” he assured me. And I knew that but I still wanted to do something so he would be less stressed. “Yeah, but I can still help” I replied and pulled him in for a passionate kiss. He knew exactly what I had in mind when he pulled away to take his shirt off. His lips were on my again and his hands reached behind my back, unclasping my bra. He bit my lower lip and I let out a quiet moan. He started kissing my neck and his hands roamed down my back, his fingers hooking in my underwear. I lifted my hips up so he could take them off.
He stepped back and pulled his pants and boxers down. When he stepped back I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his shoulders. He picked me up and stepped in the shower. The hot water hit us and we both giggled. He kissed me again and I could feel him smiling against my lips. I unhooked my legs and slid off of him, pulling away from the kiss. He looked at me with confusion covered his expression. “You’re stressed, let me take care of that for you.” he nodded, not sure what I meant.
I placed my hands on his chest and moved them lower to his v-line, painfully slow. His head tipped back giving me more access to his neck. I left a trail oh kisses there before moving lower. My hand found his erection, pumping slowly. His breathing hitched and I heard a low grunt. I moved down to my knees and licked a slow stripe from the base of his dick to the head. I swirled my tongue around the head. He looked down at me and we kept eye contact as i took his head in my mouth. His hand found my hair, making a make shift ponytail. He pushed my head down making me take his whole length in my mouth. I gaged a little before continuing to move my head up and down. The bathroom was filled with sounds of water dripping and Kylians quiet moans. I kept my pace until i felt him twitching in my mouth. He pulled out of my mouth and stroked himself a few times. I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out and he came all over my face. I collected as much cum on my mouth as I could and swallowed it all.
I stood up and looked up at the shower head, washing the rest of it off. “Come on, let me wash your hair.” he smiled and kissed me softly then turned me around. I leaned my head back to give him access and he started shampooing my hair.
When we got out of the shower we went straight to bed, his arms wrapped around my waist, my back to him. I couldn’t have felt more safe in that moment.
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Additional Demon Slayer Dick Headcanons
Because I’m a thirsty bitch who developed simptoms for additional kny lads
Part 1 here
Iguro Obanai —
listen I cannot stop thinking about my short king, I want to give him so many kisses and also ride the life out of him. 
I think he’s packing again, some fairly average length and girth. I’d say about five and a half to six ish inches, but the man is snappy with his hips.
He likes when you get on top so he can hold you and bury his face into your chest while he plows you with reckless abandon.
Definitely knows where the clit is and exactly how you like being touched. A considerate lover with immaculate technique.
Self esteem issues big time, so he has a hard time looking you in the eye or letting you see how cute he is with his cheeks all flushed and the neediness in his eyes
Just let him drown in tiddy while you cum on his dick, it’s all he wants.
Tell him he’s a good boy for you, he’ll melt
Better yet, actually, let him have one of your tits in his mouth. He’s embarrassed at the way he mewls and moans for you, so anything to muffle that is perfect in his book
He’s soft at heart okay obanai deserves that sweet, sweet lovin’
Gyuutaro —
When I tell you this thirst came out of nowhere, you guys….
Okay first of all, we know this man is a good big brother. A very family-oriented demon who would absolutely make the shittiest parent. But does that stop him from having a breeding kink??? Absolutely not.
Packing at least a solid 7.5”-8” ish if you ask me
You know that stereotype about scrawny emo boys who have giant schlongs??? Yeah, uh, that’s Gyuutaro
He is not at all nice when doing the nasty
He will 1000% have a corruption kink. If he sees a sweet pretty little thing like you who thinks they can fix him??? He’s gonna fuck that goody-goody savior complex right out of you
He loves the idea of ruining you from the inside out
Will absolutely cum all over you. He’ll bounce back quick and go round after round until he’s covered your face and tits and stomach and ass and back. Everywhere is fair game
Will spit in your mouth
He’s nasty and I like him okay
Akaza—
We already know he likes fisting (I’m so sorry, I had to)
Okay no I'm gonna be serious about this, he 100% is the type who would rather finger blast the life out of you. Like??? That man is not at all focusing on his own pleasure
You will probably have to beg him to put his dick in you
I'm leaning toward saying he's got about 6"-7" going on, but girthy as hell
Like, it's gonna take at least working up to 3 fingers before you can actually take that bad boy
He will fuck you however you need it, though.
We know he's chugging his Respects Women juice
If you tell him you want him to be rough with you, he'll do it. It'll take a lot of "....are you sure" "i am" "okay but are you SURE you're sure" "oh my god, YES" kinda conversation going on
Really really he prefers going slow and deep. Def specializes in very passionate moonlit rendezvouses(?)
Okay that's all I got, see you when Swordsmith Village arc starts byyyyyeee
#demon slayer#kimetsu no yaiba#kny#iguro obanai#gyuutarou#akaza#akaza x reader#gyuutaro x reader#iguro x reader
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Bikini Bump
A/N: two posts in one day?? Who am I?? But thank you so much to @corrodingmycoffin for allowing me the honor of writing a full length piece for this post! I love this idea so much! I hope I did it justice 😊
Please comment and reblog!
Pairing: Eddie x pregnant!reader
Warnings: pregnancy, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex
Italics are flashbacks
“Guys, no running by the edge! It’s too slippery!” You called out to Dustin and Lucas. You decided it would be nice for everyone to have a pool day to cool off in the summer heat. Eddie begrudgingly agreed to tag along, but you knew deep down he loved spending time with his chosen family.
He set down the cooler that he insisted on carrying instead of you and peeled off his shirt. He sat down under an umbrella and decided to take a nap. He was just about to doze off when he saw you taking off your coverup, revealing a new swimsuit he had yet to see.
His eyes nearly popped out of his head (sorry vecna) when he noticed how the bikini bottoms hugged your ass perfectly. The skimpy top left little to the imagination but what was really catching his attention was your growing baby bump that you placed a hand on fondly.
You had just entered your third trimester and had really begun to “pop”. Everyone liked to joke that Eddie knocked you up the first chance he got, but what no one knew was that it was your idea to have a baby.
You loved Eddie with every fiber of your being and you knew he didn’t have a traditional family upbringing.
You were nervous to bring the idea up to him, but as soon as the words left your mouth he literally swept you off your feet and carried you to the bed, insisting on starting right away.
“I’m not even ovulating until next week!” You said through a fit of giggles. He pressed a million kisses to your face and down your body.
“Well I guess we’ll just have to practice until then,” he smirked from between your legs. It was a passion filled night, and every night after.
That was your third favorite memory. Your second favorite was when you had your first ultrasound. Eddie likes to deny it but he definitely cried a little.
Your favorite memory, however, was the day you told him you were pregnant. It was after a few months of trying and disappointment that came along with the negative tests. You didn’t get your hopes up, you couldn’t be let down again.
You sighed before looking at the test before tossing it in the trash bin. Only a second went by before you were grabbing it back out and holding it to your face.
Two pink lines.
You chugged a glass of iced tea and went to the bathroom to take another test- just to be sure.
Two more pink lines.
You screamed in excitement and looked around the room frantically. How would you tell Eddie? It had to be something good. You grabbed your keys and headed off into town to grab some supplies.
When Eddie came home you had the oven on but you were nowhere to be seen.
“Sweetheart?” He called out. You practically ran to him, throwing your arms around his neck and kissing him. “Miss me?”
“So much,” you beamed.
“Whatcha got cookin?” He asked.
“Oh, I just have a bun in the oven,” you said nonchalantly.
“Just a singular bun?”
“Well it could be two, even three. I’m hoping for just one though,” you answered.
“Uh, okay?” He laughed awkwardly. “New flowers?”
“Baby’s breath, you like?”
“They’re pretty. New dress too, huh? Someone must’ve had fun in town today,” he said with a smile.
“Yeah, I wanted to try something new, welcome some change,” you said slowly. “It’s baby blue.”
“You can rock any color, sweetheart.”
He pressed a kiss to your temple and you wanted to scream. Did you have to hit this man over the head to get him to take a hint?
He went into the bathroom and you were certain he’d figure it out. You waited and waited and nothing. He opened the door and saw you standing there.
“Everything okay?” He asked.
“Seriously?!” He was shocked by your outburst but noticed your hand was pointing to the sink counter. He looked down and had to do a double take.
“You’re pregnant?” He whispered. He looked at the two positive tests and touched them softly, not willing to believe it. “I’m gonna be a dad?”
“You’re gonna be a dad,” you said, holding back your tears. He pulled you into a bone crushing hug and you both cried.
“There’s not really buns in the oven are there?” He sniffled. You couldn’t help but laugh at the poor man.
“Took you long enough,” you laughed.
“I can’t believe I’m gonna be a dad,” he whispered. And that’s the happiest you had ever felt.
Eddie watched as you poured lemonade for your friends, taking a glass for yourself. He watched as the condensation dripped from the glass onto your chest and between the valley of your breasts.
Eddie felt his cock twitch in his swim trunks; he couldn’t help himself. He had always thought of you as the most beautiful woman in the world, but seeing your stomach swell with his child only made his attraction to you stronger. He took comfort in knowing you were his and the whole world could see it.
He got up from his chair and stalked toward you without you even taking notice. You jumped when you felt his hands wrap around your waste, cradling your stomach.
“Leaving little to the imagination, huh, princess?” He asked, growling in your ear.
“Thought you might like it,” you laughed.
“I hate it actually, wanna tear it right off.”
“I guess you have something to look forward to when we get home then,” you said with a smirk. His arms dropped but he gripped your hand and pulled you after him.
“I can’t wait that long.”
“Eddie, wait! What about the kids?”
“They’ll be fine. I’m more worried about burying my cock in you at the moment,” he grunted. He slammed the locker room door shut behind you, twisting the lock once he made sure you were alone.
He had you pressed against the lockers, his hands roaming your body. He moaned at how much skin he already had access to. He dropped his knees in front of you and pulled the strings to your bottoms, letting them fall to the floor. He put one leg over his shoulder and pressed warm kisses up your thigh.
“Eddie, please,” you whined.
“Shh, I know, baby,” he said, looking up at you past your pregnant belly. It had gotten to the point where he had to lean back just to look you in the eyes.
He attacked your pussy without warning, his tongue circling your clit and teasing your entrance. You wriggled against him but his hands held your legs in place. One of the things he loved most about you being pregnant was that you were more sensitive and he could have you coming undone in a matter of minutes.
You threaded your fingers in his hair and pulled him closer. You were grinding on his face which made him moan. His tongue worked faster, bringing you closer to the edge. You threw your head back against the lockers as you came, moaning his name as you came down from your high.
He was quick to drop your leg and kiss up your body. He brought you over to the counter and helped you hop up. He nestled himself between your legs, freeing his cock from his trunks. He ran it through your slick folds and it sent shockwaves up your body. He pushed into you slowly, relishing every second that passed by.
“Fuck, Eddie. Please, fuck me,” you cried.
“Is that what you want baby? You want me to remind you who you belong to?” He asked, quickly pulling out and thrusting back in. “Like you could forget though, with our baby growing inside you.”
He continued to pump into you at the perfect speed. He freed your breasts from their tiny top and palmed at them.
“You’re so beautiful. You’re gonna be such a great mom,” he moaned. “You like that? You like that I made you a mommy?”
“Yes, oh my god, yes!”
Your pussy clenched him tighter, causing his rhythm to falter. He rested his head in the crook of your neck as he continued to piston into you.
“Come on, sweetheart. Cum for me,” he whispered.
Tears welled in your eyes as your second orgasm crashed over you. Eddie continued to fuck you through it, waiting until you were satisfied to finish. A few more pumps and he stilled deep inside you.
The two of you caught your breath while he slowly pulled out. He watched as his cum dripped from you, pushing it back in.
“For good measure,” he chuckled.
“I’m already pregnant, Eds,” you laughed.
“Mm, yes you are,” he said, kissing you sweetly. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“And I love the both of you, but Jesus Christ! The locker rooms? Really?” Steve yelled from the other side of the door. You covered your face with your hands while Eddie just grinned like a proud fool.
“Come on, you better put that sorry excuse for a bathing suit back on before they break down the door,” he said.
“Don’t worry, babe; you can still tear it off of me when we get home.” You shot him a wink before slipping your bikini back on and unlocking the door. Steve rushed into the stall past Eddie.
“Really? You couldn’t just pee in the pool like a normal person?” Eddie scoffed.
“You’re gross, dude!” Steve yelled.
Eddie just rolled his eyes and headed back out to his friends. He saw everyone sitting on the edge of the pool, popsicles in hand. He saw you sucking on a red one and his dick twitched again.
“This is gonna be a long afternoon,” he groaned.
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Bonds
Warning: Angst & Cheating
You stand in front of a full length mirror, admiring the stunning black beaded dress Feyre helped you pick out for Starfall. The silver beads catching the light perfectly, making the dress shimmer. Excitement for the night builds as you add the finishing touches, diamond earrings and a matching necklace. Just as you finish Feyre and Mor come in, stopping in their tracks before telling you how stunning you look and how it's going to drive Cassian mad. Just hearing his name causes you to blush a little, it's been awhile since he has shown you affection, you keep telling yourself it's because he's been so busy working. You thank them for their compliments and walk with them outside to where everyone has started gathering. You quickly find Cassian and his mouth drops open at the sight of you. He quickly closes the distance between you kissing you passionately before telling you how gorgeous you are. You blush at his words and tell him he looks very handsome.
You offer to grab drinks for the two of you before excusing yourself. As you're grabbing drinks you see Azriel lingering around the edges of everyone. You walk over and tell the shadowsinger, "you look amazing tonight as always." He smiles warmly at you, "you look stunning, Cass better keep an eye on you." He teases you making you blush. "Where's your lucky date for the evening?" You ask looking around. "I'm flying solo tonight, the only person I would want to spend the evening with was already taken." You smile and scan the crowd of couples trying to figure out who it could be, you jokingly point out random women and he denies each one being her. You smile up at him "okay mister, you keep your secrets for now." You tease when suddenly the smile drops from his face, causing you to turn and look. You're smile fades as you see Nesta and Cassian looking cozier than just friends. The way she touches his shoulder and he seems to breathe her in. You knew he had a thing for her but she never reciprocated his feelings which is why the two of you got together. Your mind quickly becomes flooded with insecurities as you quickly excuse yourself from Azriel and walk back into the house.
You make your way upstairs to the rooftop hoping to find it empty. Maybe the mother was feeling a little merciful as you open the door and find it vacant. Finally alone you allow yourself to feel what you've kept bottled up. You start angry crying at yourself and how you could be so stupid. Angry tears eventually give way to hurt tears. You know you're make up is ruined and you look a mess but you don't care. Suddenly your dress feels too tight as you struggle to breathe. Soon your wrapped in warm arms as you're pulled against a hard chest. You struggle at first until you hear his voice, "easy sweetheart, it's just me. I need you to take deep breaths for me. You're having a panic attack." Azriel's voice instantly starts helping you to calm down. You calm your breathing as you listen to his heartbeat. You move out of his arms suddenly overcome with humiliation, as you step away you notice his shirt. "Oh Az, I'm so sorry I ruined your shirt, I'll have it cleaned and if they can't clean it I'll replace it." The front of his shirt is smeared with your tears and mascara. He takes your hand, "don't worry about my shirt, I couldn't care less about the damn thing myself. Not when you're up here alone, hurting."
You make your way to the edge that faces the party, and you scan the crowd for Cassian. Before long, you find him still with Nesta. He doesn't seem to notice you're missing, or if he has, he doesn't seem to care. Your chest aches with the thoughts, fresh tears forming in your eyes. "Please don't torture yourself. He's an ass for hurting you like this." Azriel says while standing beside you following your gaze. "Why?" You ask brokenly, "Why am I never good enough? Why do I always get looked over and am everyone's second choice?" You see him flinch at your words before taking your hand, "Come on, we're getting out of here." He picks you up and starts flying away from the house before winnowing. Once you're on the ground, you look around, "where are we?" You ask, taking in the cabin. "My home away from home, and now your sanctuary when you need it." He tells you gently, leading you inside. "What are we doing here? What happens when they find us missing?" He pulls you into his chest, "You needed some distance, and who cares? I'll take full responsibility for your disappearance." He holds out his hand, leading you inside and into the bathroom before stopping in front of a full-length mirror. "Az, I'm a mess," you say, avoiding the mirror as he grabs a washcloth.
He gently starts cleaning the mascara off your face. "When I look at you I see a strong determined woman who any man would be lucky to have, but few deserve to." You blush at his words never noticing how much he cared for you or really noticed you. "You are the only person I wished to spend Starfall with." Your eyes search his for any hint of deception but find none, causing your cheeks to redden. "I'm sorry your wish came true under these circumstances, but I am glad it came true none the less." You tell him honestly. He cleans the last smudges of mascara away, "I'm glad too, but I wish you hadn't been hurt by them. I'll leave it up to you do you want to return to the house of wind and try to salvage the night or do you want to stay here the rest of the night?" He asks you while rinsing the washcloth. "If I choose to stay here will you be staying with me?" You ask shyly. "Only if you want me to stay." He gives you a comforting smile. "I want to stay here with you, I would love to get out of this dress and into something more comfortable though." Az leaves the bathroom only to return with one of his shirts, "Would this be acceptable or would you like me to winnow to the house and get you something else?" You graciously take his shirt and tell him it will be fine as long he doesn't mind. He reassures you he's fine with it before leaving to give you some privacy.
You walk into the living room finding Az relaxed on the couch in a t-shirt and knit pants. He smiles as his eyes travel your body noting how he loves you in his shirt with your hair down. You sit next to him, folding your legs up under you. "Thank you." You tell him while studying the room. "For what?" He asks watching you out of the corner of his eyes. You turn your attention to him, "for tonight and for all of this." He puts an arm around you pulling you close, "no need to thank me princess." You smile at the nickname before it turns into a yawn. "Come on let's get you settled into bed." He says carefully picking you up and carrying you to his room. "You can sleep in here, I'll take the couch." He says. "Az you should sleep in your bed, I can sleep on the couch." You say, feeling guilty at the thought of him sleeping on the couch. "Princess you're not sleeping on the couch, as my guest I insist on you having the bed." He says sternly indicating its not up for debate. "Az, will you stay with me? At least until I fall sleep please." You say barely loud enough to hear. "Of course." He climbs in as you scoot over making room for him. He turns off the lights and covers you up, chuckling softly as you wrap up in the blankets. "Goodnight y/n." He says softly and soon you're fast asleep.
You wake up to raised voices, you sit up and listen. You're heart sinking as you hear Cassian yelling at Azriel, demanding to see you. You throw the blankets off and walk into the living room, Az's shadows informing him of your presence. Cassian notices you behind Azriel, he's fuming when he see's you in Azriel's shirt. He points at you, "you and I need to talk" He practically growls. Azriel steps in front of you, "you'd better check your tone when speaking to her." He says. You step around Azriel, "both of you need to calm down. Azriel I'm sure Cassian will behave himself if you'll excuse us." You gently squeeze his arm giving him a warm smile of reassurance. "I'll be making breakfast if you need me." He tells you before leaving the room. You step outside and barely get the door closed before Cassian starts in. "Did you fuck him?" He asks point blank, not bothering to lower his voice. You become angry at his accusation, "No I didn't fuck him, did you fuck her?" His eyes flash with guilt. In an instant you feel your heart splinter apart. "Well in the end you got what you wanted." You're voice turning ice cold as you go numb. Cassian tries to explain but you refuse to listen as you make your way back in the house locking the door before he can catch up. Once the lock clicks you collapse to the floor.
You hear Azriel saying you're name but it's muffled and seems so far away. You feel like you're drowning as you struggle to breathe. Soon, darkness overtakes you, and everything stops. You slowly wake up in a panic, "Hey princess, calm down, you're alright." Az says as he tries to comfort you. It all comes flooding back to you, making you break down again. You're suddenly tucked away in Azriel's wings as he holds you, "let it all out, princess." He gently rubs soothing circles along your back. "He fucked her before he even had the decency to break up with me." You say between broken cries. You feel Az's body stiffen knowing he's furious. "He never deserved you princess." He tells you. Overwhelming warmth spreads through your chest at his comment and touch. You feel the tangible snap seconds later causing your eyes to go wide. You bolt out of Azriel's hold and run to the bathroom. You barely make it before emptying your stomach. You're thoughts start to overwhelm you, of course it would be your luck that the bond would snap with the one person you're crying over your ex to.
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HIII so this might be an odd request,,, mayhaps i ask for kaveh with an older step sibling (since his mom remarried i think).,, i think kaveh would be a little awkward interacting with them at first but they got along in the long run!! esp when they update him about his mom and never really makes him uncomfortable, or always doesn't force a conversation!! he respects his ideals and supports his passion!!
but the main idea was they go to sumeru one day to visit kaveh (they've been informing him thru letters) and accidentally finds out that he's buried under crippling debt and flat out broke!! i think kaveh would feel so ahasmed of himself but!! his older sibling doesn't judge n is very understanding!! helps him with his burdens (if kaveh allows them), maybe recommend his architectural skills to their friends in fontaine!!
idk i just really like the idea of kaveh having an older family member that he could rely on because he really just deserves nice things yk 🥺🥺 even tho they're just step siblings, they feel like true family!!
anyways feel free to ignore this!! have a nice day/night and take ur time!! 💖💖
the blending of two families.
summary. not all step-siblings are like the cruel ones in the fairytales.
trigger & content warnings. references to death and grief. spoilers for kaveh's backstory.
tropes, pairings, fic length, & other notes. fluff, comfort, slight angst. kaveh & older step-sibling!reader. 1k words. they/them pronouns for reader.
author's thoughts. THIS REQ IS LITERALLY SO CUTE WHATSJSGJF??????? i have Feelings about kaveh's mom and they are NOT good ones but i'll be nice to her for the sake of this piece........ /lh i did this in brainrot format because i wanted SOO badly to get this one done relatively quickly this req invaded my brain like a song that gets stuck in your head
kaveh first meets his older step-sibling at his mother's wedding.
he's... happy for her, he really is. or he's trying to be, at least. she deserves nothing but the best. what kind of son would he be if he wanted her to live her life wallowing in grief and sorrow? she's hardly ever done anything to hurt him, and if she ever did, it was unknowingly. he could neved wish anything bad upon her. she simply does not deserve those things. therefore, he's doing his best to be happy for her.
a part of him, however, still misses his father.
a part of him— well, who is he kidding? the entirety of his being still suffers under the weight of grief and guilt caused by the circumstances surrounding his father's death.
he doesn't even know the man his mother has chosen to marry, really. kaveh absolutely does not feel like she is betraying him or his father whatsoever, but... he does wish that he had gotten to know this man a little bit better before having to trust that he would not wound his mother's scarred heart.
the architect doesn't engage with the other guests much. it's unlike him, really, but he finds that he can't muster up the strength and charisma to talk with people beyond simple pleasantries. he keeps to himself for the most part.
still, he doesn't dare dampen the atmosphere with his woes, so when another person approaches him, he offers his warmest smile.
"sorry, i hope you don't mind me asking..." this stranger smiles politely at him. it puts his mind at ease a little. "is the bride your mother? you look an awful lot like her."
"oh, i—" he stammeers inelegantly, then clears his throat. "yes. i am her son, kaveh."
they smile again.
"hello kaveh. i'm [name], the groom's child."
"oh. oh! i am so sorry, i had no idea!"
"it's alright, really. you mind if i stick around for a while?"
and kaveh finds that he doesn't. he doesn't mind at all.
the architect has been known to be loose-lipped about his troubles; that in and of itself is part of the reason why he spent the night withdrawn from the celebration. he had no intention of being open about his troubles, and yet...
his step-sibling had the sort of face that made him want to rant, and rant he did.
"i can understand that," they mused thoughtfully, kind eyes observing his expression closely. "it's complicated. grief is never easy. i get it."
initially, they were the one lingering around kaveh, but by the end of the night, the tables have certainly turned. he is practically attached at their hip.
he finds that their understanding presence ended up raising his low spirits.
a few days later, kaveh has to return to sumeru—he does have responsibilities, after all—but he's a bit sad about it! they're, of course, there to reassure him that they plan on visiting someday soon. maybe he can show them around? the prospect alone is very thrilling to him, and what's better is that he'll get to show off his magnum opus like an excited toddler showing off a drawing they made! he does warn them that it is very humid and they need to be prepared, though.
until they can visit, kaveh regularly exchanges letters with them. he complains about his terribly annoying roommate and how awful his taste in interior design is. he tells them about random gossip he heard at the tavern. honestly, he just rambles. it's endearing, really, and in return, they tell him about fontaine and maybe sneak in just the smallest bit of gossip about a certain chief justice or even about the hydro archon herself.
(in the future, closer to when the traveler arrives in fontaine, they do not dare tell kaveh about the heightened fatui activity. goodness, the poor thing would worry to death for theirs and his mother's safety.)
when they do finally have the time to come visit...
they arrive by boat in port ormos, and kaveh is there to pick them up!
he's got a lot of things he intends to show them and a lot of people he intends on introducing them to. on the way back to sumeru city, he stops a few times, pointing out some particularly beautiful locations or animals, all of which would have his siblimg absolutely over the moon. sumeru in general would have them enamored.
the air in sumeru is so... clean compared to fontaine, and the fauna and flora—it's completely different than what they've seen.
now, as for [name] finding out about kaveh's crippling debt... i think they would suspect something was off financially for him, simply because of certain mannerisms of his. he's careful with what he spends his mora on. he tries to be, at the very least, and his caution is very evident. or maybe they're just observant? either way, they know something is a bit off.
kaveh leaves them at alhaitham's home for a while.
it's not that they're one to snoop—it's disrespectful and rude to do so, they are very much aware of this—but a letter would catch their eye.
a letter detailing what he still owes to dori.
suddenly, things make sense in their mind.
they don't try to ask his roommate about it. instead, they wait until he's home and alone with them.
"kaveh," they call. "are you in debt?"
his heart sinks a little. so much for hiding it...
"i..." he hesitates, obviously embarrassed, but he does come clean. in their eyes, he looks like a kicked, pouty puppy. "it's... complicated. i mean, you're not wrong..."
"aw, kaveh, don't look like that," they coo, reaching out to gingerly squeeze his shoulder in a gesture of gentle reassurance. "it's nothing to be ashamed about. things happen, kaveh. life happens. i understand if not, but... will you let me help you out? at least a little bit?"
regardless of what he says, whether he admits that he could use the help or insists that they shouldn't have to do that, they do still go around and tell people about their super awesome and talented step-brother! and when kaveh asks in a letter about the suspicious amount of commissions he's getting from fontaine...
nope! they have no idea how those people found out about him. <3
please consider reblogging, it helps me out quite a lot!
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JULY: Buck Moon
Frankie Morales x gn!Reader (nicknamed Rocket)
W/C: 1200ish
RATED: M
WARNINGS: Smut, missionary, unprotected sex because it's fantasy. If I've inadvertently indicated gender please DM me and let me know, and as always if there is something I missed please let me know in my DMs and I will add it.
A/N: Here is the July installment of The Wheel of the Year, my theme for @yearofcreation2023. Organized by the effervescent @oonajaeadira and @writeforfandoms
This is a companion to my one shot Your Spot Okay, I should admit from the jump. This is not all that pagany. It’s smut. Sorry. But not really. Oops. I just, okay, this is what happened on Frankie Friday, I was thinking about him and Rocket. I also kind of got interested in the challenge of writing a smut for a gender neutral reader, if I could manage it. Fingers crossed.
“Why is it the Buck Moon?” Frankie wondered aloud, sitting by the fire in his camp chair, watching the full moon rise.
“It’s called that by some North American tribes, its also called the berry moon and salmon moon by others. Cuz it’s berry pickin time and like spawning season- you know how salmon are,” you laughed. "Anyway, it's the Buck moon because, you know how they drop their antlers each year… then new antlers grow and are bigger? July’s when the male deer’s antlers are at their peak size,” you explained as you held up two bottles of beer, "want one?”
Frankie nodded.
You sat, handing him the beer, he murmurs his thanks as you clinked the bottles together.
“Peak size you say?” Frankie said after taking a long pull from the bottle, his cocked eyebrow and smirk didnt go unnoticed.
You snorted a laugh.
You and he had decided to take it slow, but there were definitely times when putting on the breaks was getting more challenging, especially since you did so much camping together. There was a lot of necking and humping like teenagers. Since there was no benchmark either of you were waiting for, frankly, the question no one was asking but mostly definitely wondering at this point was why?
“Like it represents, virility … abundance… passion”
“So, mmmm what do people do?”
You swallowed, “well, you know we’re doin it. We caught fish and grilled it along with the veggies we picked from your garden- which is amazing. Did you know you had such a green thumb?”
Frankie tucked his beer in the little holder on the arm of the canvas chair. Then he took yours, and did the same, his warm hand came to your jaw, turning your face to his-
“What else might someone do?”
“Well, you know people … just try … to tap into that energy and you know start something new?”
Frankies lips pressed against yours to punctuate every word-
“Tap virility?”
“Yeah” you whispered after he pulled away infintesably.
“Tap passion?”
Your ‘mhm’ was swallowed by Frankie sealing his mouth to yours. When he pulled away he pulled you out of your chair, and ran his hands down your sides.
“Are we done waiting?”
“Yyyyeahh” you groaned.
As it was a perfect July night, you had planned to sleep under that moon and the stars, with no tent. So you both just tumbled onto your bedrolls. The clearing, your spot, was so protected, so out of the way that neither of you held any self-consciousness at pulling at each other's clothes until you were both completely undressed. The large moon shown on his body, his broad shoulders, and the slight curve of his belly. Sitting on his knees in front of you, your eyes traveled lower to the part of him you have only ever seen and felt through his clothes, above his strong thighs his length jutted proudly, to your mind perfect in size, with an enticing curve. You knelt before him, and when your eyes came back to his face, he wasn’t smug, though with your mouth hanging open, he probably had every right. He was busy looking at your body, fully naked for the first time in front of him. It was worshipful. When his eyes met yours, there was a question.
Am I enough?
You shuffled over to him, taking the forgotten ball cap off his head, and ran your fingers through his hair. Then, you climbed onto his lap. Caging his hips with your thighs, his hard shaft pressed against you made you both moan into each other's mouth. He gave an involuntary buck, and you gasped at the feeling.
“Which way do you want me,” you asked.
Frankie groaned at the question, and in a swift move, he had you on your back, your legs high for full access.
“I want to look at your face, Rocket,” he murmured, rutting up against your opening. “See you come undone, and you can see what you do to me.” His hands ran down your chest, then his teeth grazed one of your nipples, raising it. He licked his hand and brought it between your legs, preparing your entrance for him. A finger entered slowly, and then he pressed another into you as you whined at the stretch of his thick fingers.
“Shhhhit, Frankie.”
“Rocket, you- fuck, you feel good.”
His fingers slid in and out, languid and purposeful, and your breath quickened. Frankie watched you as he lined himself up and slowly pressed into you. The stretch was exquisite but not painful. Frankie had made sure of that. But it’s his eyes that had your chest heaving, those dark chestnut eyes, the crinkle that is almost permanently etched between his brows, searching for your face, for discomfort, for whatever else he can offer you. Full seated, he rested his forehead on yours, grinding his hips slow and deliberate. The way he does everything. Thoughtfully, with purpose. When you pushed back and it was like you flipped a switch, he began to piston into you, deep, hard. His hands on the back of your knees hold you legs high, opening you completely, you held on for dear life. His open mouth on your shoulders and neck.
“Gods Frankie don’t stop-” you gasped as delicious friction pushed you closer and closer to your peak, at that moment he tipped your hips just a bit more and hit your walls at a different angle and the next thrust sent fireworks behind your eyelids, toppling you over the edge. Frankie felt you tighten around him, and the warmth of your release. He let go of your legs and caged your torso holding you in place, grounding you.
You knew he was getting closer, his rhythm became erratic, until the rubberband within snapped. Frankie fell forward, covering you, murmuring your name, your real one, peppering you with kisses.
Finally, your breathing slowed, your heart beating at a restful pace -
"So, um, whadoya wanna do for the sturgeon moon?"
Frankie's shoulders quaked with silent laughter, and he rolled off you and onto his side, though his strong arm kept you close, tucked into his chest.
"Whatever you want, Rocket."
*
You both lay sleeping, in the early hours. In the night Frankie had rolled over and you took over as "big spoon", your arm wrapped around his ribcage, legs tucked behind his.
"Rocket," he murmured, patting your arm, his voice rough from sleep, " Rocket, ten o'clock."
Your eyes opened, and you muttered the words back to him in confusion.
"At ten o'clock, Rocket. Look," he whispered with urgency.
His words clicked, and you looked up, away from "twelve o'clock" and saw a twelve point buck in the clearing, morning mist surrounding him.
Your arm tightened around him, and his warm hand that covered yours squeezed in return.
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𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐈𝐍𝐆
PARING - george karim x reader
ONESHOT - in which you convince george to stargaze with you
REQUEST - nope
TRIGGERS - none
A/N - this is just pure fluff, George may be a bit OOC but I really tried my best to make sure he wasn’t. I apologize for any spelling or grammar mistakes, I am my own editor and sometimes I miss things
WORD COUNT - 0.9k ( short but sweet )
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STARING at the sky I listened as he rambled on and on about the constellations. It was a clear night, perfect to just watch the stars but I couldn't help not looking at him as he just talked so passionately. I mean who knew that George Karim is so passionate about the constellations?
The two of us snuck onto the roof of 35 Portland Row, it did take a while for me to convince him to join me up here, especially since Lockwood and Lucy don't know. But I got him here nonetheless.
George, almost as soon as he finished complaining about how dangerous this is, started admiring the stars above us in awe. It was like he had never seen the night sky so clearly. He stared with such passion and love, it nearly made me jealous.
It would have made me jealous if I had feelings for him. Which I very clearly don't. I definitely never have and I have no idea what Lockwood was talking about when he suggested it this morning in an awkward conversation between the two of us.
"Sorry, I should stop talking shouldn't I?" The boy's words made me take a step outside of my thoughts.
I looked at him, bathed in the moonlight, all of his features so prominent, so close to me. His eyes now looking at me instead of the stars that lie above us. He looked sadder than a few moments ago, probably embarrassed that he was rambling for so long.
"No, please continue, I like hearing your voice," I mumbled to him, just barely reaching my hand out to move a strand of hair away from his face.
His cheeks flushed a different color before he looked back up at the stars. He was talking with less confidence now, more afraid to mess up, he was flustered.
He continued talking for a while, eventually my brain started to drift away from the conversation, listening to him talk but not being fully able to take in any of the words. I was slowly drifting off, which means it is probably time to head inside.
Before I even registered it, my hand slowly grabbed his. His words stopped and I think his breath did as well.
"Georgie?" My voice was quiet, I was way too tired for this. He hummed in response, not daring to look at me. His hand is still in mine. My words were supposed to say something along the lines of "I think we should go inside" but instead the words that left my mouth were "Can I kiss you?"
Now I was the one flustered. My heart talked before my brain got a chance.
"Yes," he whispered, catching me completely off guard.
Taking a deep breath, I pulled his face to look at mine. His eyes were wide and cheeks flushed. I closed my eyes, breathing slowly to make sure I remained a calm exterior as my thoughts were racing. I let my lips softly touch him, I held them there for no longer than two seconds before I pulled back and went to go look up at the stars again.
Instead of me staring at him, he was staring at me. I glanced to see the same look he gave to the stars, filled with the same love and awe. He slightly smiled as his eyes remained wide and cheeks as bright as ever.
"God, Georgie, I don't know what you are doing to me," I muttered before sitting up further.
I removed my hand from his and slowly started to climb down from the roof, calling a quick, "Are you coming" which he only nodded to. Once we were in, I was well aware of the soft snores leaving Lucy on the other side of our bedroom.
He was quick to be in right after me, but when I turned around to lead him out, he grabbed both of my hands, lacing our fingers together. He slowly brought me towards him, a scared look on his face. But eventually, when our faces were only a hairs length apart he brought me in for another kiss. This time it was my eyes that widened and my cheeks that were flushed. This time when we pulled away we still stayed close.
"Would you, maybe, want to," he stared at me, stuttering, his eyes still closed. "Come sleep next to me? Sorry, sorry I know it-"
"Of course," I smiled and kissed him again, this time I felt him smile into the kiss.
But before I could pull away, I heard a cough from behind me.
"What happened to not liking him?" Lockwood's voice was not loud enough to wake Lucy but loud enough for us to hear him perfectly.
I turned around, pulling away from the kiss, only to go and flip off Lockwood. He put his hands up and retreated down the stairs and out of the attic.
"He probably was wondering where I was, I told him that I was going to be up working on a job for a while, and you clearly sidetracked me."
"Oh don't act like you didn't like it, Georgie," I turned to face him, "Now how about some sleep, the job can wait a few more hours if it means I get cuddles."
I kissed him one last time before we went down to his room, relishing in our late night. I am glad, I convinced him to come downstairs with me, and I think now I have a new favorite pastime, STARGAZING.
#george karim x reader#george karim x you#george karim#george cubbins#lockwood and co#lockwood and co fanfiction
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Like Real People Do, Part 6! ♡ (Casper x Avery)
☁️ Summary: Casper prepares for the second part of Avery's tickle session, but Avery has other plans!
☁️ Warnings: Lee!Casper, Ler!Avery. Pretty foot-focused (full disclosure, I'm not really a feet person, but I can get into it as a tickle spot sometimes!). Lots of teasing as usual, plus clinical teasing. Very fluffy and emotionally intimate. A bit emotional at the end.
☁️ Author's Note: I wrote this in an unexpected fit of passion, and I'm feeling a lot of things right now. Sorry if the tone is unpredictable, and sorry if it isn't enjoyable to read. I wasn't expecting to write one of these today.
This is a series now!
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6 *you are here
Part 7
If you just got here and want to know more about my characters, you can read my comic starting right here!
“Here. Don't wear your voice out, okay? Gotta stay hydrated if we're gonna keep going.” I handed Avery a strawberry La Croix.
“Thanks. I never knew laughing could be so tiring! Then again, I don't think I've ever laughed so much at once,” he mused, taking a small sip of his drink.
“It can be a workout, for sure. Especially if you're super ticklish in a lot of different places. Sometimes I don't realize how thirsty I am until I get a break.”
“Where are your tickle spots, Casper?”
I froze as Avery leveled that same intense, innocent gaze at me that he did at the top of the Ferris wheel, when he asked me if we were on a date. This time, though, there was something challenging about him – something impish and expectant.
I cleared my throat. “Ahh- well, um… you've already found a few of them,” I offered, not meeting Avery's eyes. It was through no small effort that I sometimes managed to say the word out loud, but I was NOT discussing spots. No way, no how.
“Hmm… I did get quite a nice reaction from your ribs and neck, it's true… but I get the feeling those aren't your favorite spots. I want to know the spots you really like.”
I was starting to turn red again.
“Even if I could tell you, I wouldn't!”
“Hehe… are you suggesting that I should find out for myself?” He lilted, grinning deviously now.
“N-no! Look, this is your session, not mine. You're the lee, I'm the ler, you can't just-”
“Ah ah ah… but I thought you said you were a switch? And, what is power if it's never challenged~?” He set his soda can on the nightstand.
“WAIT! Avery dohohon’t- ahhhh!” I tried to back away from him, just for him to grab my ankle and drag me back to the top of the bed. In one swift motion, he turned and trapped my leg under his arm, one hand gripping my ankle. I couldn't see what his other hand was doing, but I had a few guesses.
“WAHAHAIT!” I squealed, squirming uselessly. He was so strong, I might as well have been strapped down. My fingers dug into the bed. No amount of struggling was going to save me, now.
“Why are you laughing, Casper? Is something funny? I haven't even touched you, yet. Surely you're not laughing at me… because that would end very badly for you.”
“No, I wahahasn’t!”
“Hmm… human feet have more nerve endings than most other places on the body, did you know that? Your soles are so rarely touched with any kind of precision – I wonder what would happen if I just…” He stroked one of his ultra-plush fingertips down the length of my socked sole.
“Pffffhehehehe!” I covered my face as I laughed up at the ceiling.
“Oh, I see… very sensitive. Ticklish, even.” Avery giggled, and even though I couldn't see his face, I could feel him smirking. My ears burned, but the urge to fight back surged forward.
“Oooh, when I get out of this, you are so fucked, cloud boy.” I regretted it before the words had even left my mouth.
“Tsk, such language!” He admonished, and without warning, scribbled all five fingertips up and down my trapped sole.
“AHAHAHA STAAHAHAHAHAP!” I cried, trying to brace my other foot against the bed and push myself free. It was no use.
“I don't hear any tapping, sunshine. You know what to do if you want it to stop,” he taunted. “I've never seen human feet up close. Let's take this sock off, shall we?” Avery grabbed the toe of my sock, slowly pulling it off my foot.
“No no no NO AVERYYY don't take my sock off pleheheheaase!”
“Why not? Is your little human foot too ticklish without– Oooh–! Your toes are so cute…” He trailed off, genuine fascination in his voice. He began to pinch, pull, and gently wiggle my toes, examining them with his damnably soft fingers. I squeaked through my laughter; my feet had never been a particularly bad spot for me, or so I thought, until that moment.
“DOHOHON'T- AHAHAhahaha!” I squealed, curling my toes as tightly as I could. I kicked my free foot against the bed, channeling my ticklish energy.
“Oh, don't curl them up, I barely got to look at them! Your nails are blue as the sky, they're so pretty… is it paint? Do you paint them yourself?” He'd stopped tickling, and his curiosity was so sweet, I couldn't help but indulge him.
“Aheh… yes… I paint them myself.” I doubted Avery had ever seen himself blush, otherwise he might have known that I painted my toenails the same color as his flushed face.
“I’d like to look a bit longer… will you uncurl your toes for me, please?”
“Oh, god, stop being so sincere… you're killing me,” I groaned, reluctantly relaxing my foot.
I felt Avery inspecting my toes again, moving them back and forth, then side to side as I endured the uncontrollable giggles. When I focused, I was pretty good at staying still while being tickled, even while laughing. Unexpectedly, though, he wiggled his fingertips under my toes, scritching in the delicate valleys beneath and between them. I curled again; I couldn't help it.
“PFFF hahahahaha! Nohohot thehehehere!” I laughed, instinctively trying to pull my foot back.
“Hehe, sorry… they looked so soft there, I just couldn't resist.” He finally let me go. I immediately pounced on him, wrapping my arms around his body.
“Hehehey!” He laughed as I squeezed him, nuzzling my head against his chest. “Aww! What happened to all that fire from earlier, dewdrop? I thought I was in sooooo much trouble?” He chuckled, stroking my short hair.
Perhaps it was overstimulation, or simply the basic need for a quiet moment, but I didn't respond – and I could tell Avery understood. A comfortable silence fell between us as I laid against him, listening to the rush of wind and gentle rainfall beneath his chest.
Avery's fingers gently twirled locks of my hair.
The AC unit hummed, the humidifier whispered.
Far-off crickets chirped in the night, and a bit farther, the sound of waves breaking on the shore.
I closed my eyes.
Sea glass glittering, reflecting the moon beneath the waves.
Immobile, silent fish sleeping in their schools beneath the harbor.
Palm leaves waving their long fingers in the gentle night breeze.
I inhaled.
Lavender, books, rain, stone.
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
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.
“Casper?”
“Yeah?”
“Are you falling asleep?”
“I don't know. Maybe.”
Avery pulled the blanket over us, sinking down to lay his head on my pillow.
“You can sleep right here if you want, sunshine. I don't mind.”
There was a faint electrical buzz, and the light in the room went out.
“Heh… neat trick.”
“Being a cloud comes in handy, sometimes.”
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“I love you, Avery.” My voice cracked.
“Oh, dewdrop.” He pulled me closer. “I love you, too.”
#tickle fic#tickle fluff#tickling community#casper and avery#like real people do#fluffylore#writing#my fic#romance#tickling#ocs#my ocs
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i've decided that this capitalist bastard's hair and eye coloring is rather anime character coded (all those violet eyed fanarts do that to you), so i'm gonna base a character off his teens and 20s (i need an excuse to insert lams in there without others knowing). how different was his personality during the war compared to his political career?
OOOO REAL
his personality generally remained the same when it came to his core characteristics, such as being ambitious, incredibly logical and left-brained, yet also very emotional, very independent and kept people at an arm's length. He also was very impulsive, passionate, and calculated when it came to politics. In his personal life, he was flirtatious, good humored, caring, gentle, and funny. He held grudges for a long time and was very good at picking up on who was and wasn't a good person.
However, I think the most recognizable change from the war and after is that he became increasingly paranoid. He always showed signs of mental illness (highs and lows, where he'd go from being super productive and high strung and in great spirits to being super down and cynical and unmotivated), but as he got more involved in politics, he was particularly anxious about there being a plot to overthrow him and/or the government, which most of the founders experienced, but him to a very particular degree where it consumed a lot of his time and thinking. He always had an extreme fear of mob rule and violent riots due to being raised in the Caribbean where slave rebellions were seen as certain death for white people, but this was a very different kind of paranoia. He was always afraid that some faction would take over the government and the people would be doomed to live under despotism.
Also, if you wanted to count this as a change, though it's kind of different, he had a lot more domestic feelings, which played into those highs and lows that I mentioned. He really longed to be home a lot with his family and kids, which isn't something that he even had access to before since he was, essentially, homeless before and during the war. After getting married and having children, retirement was something he looked forward to more than when he was a young bachelor aide-de-camp.
Hope this helps! And I'm so sorry for the late response, like 10 asks were just sitting in my inbox without me being notified I am so sorry
#alexander hamilton#amrev#asks#historical alexander hamilton#american history#history#amrev history#us history
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A sweet family welcome home.
Wanda Maximoff x Female reader.
Gif not mine, if you want it taken down please tell me.
Plot: You haven’t noticed you’ve been over working yourself, but your boss does and tells you to go home. You come home to your loving family and have a very loving welcome home. Also with some chaos.
Warnings: FLUFF! FLUFF! And bad writing.
Disclaimer: Just watched MOM and I want to write for her so I did, this doesn’t hold any spoilers. I just wanted a family with her and her to be happy after west view so that’s what I’m giving her. So I wrote this short story.
Send me more request for her- Or any of the other characters I do.
Length: Medium
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You snapped out of your thoughts as you heard the voice of someone calling you. You were so caught up in your work that you forgot about anything else. The voice was old and cracked, it was your boss.
“Sir, I am sorry.” You straighten your posterior from slouching on your office chair. “I got lost in thought” You gave him a small smile as a apology.
He waved his hand to dismiss your words, your apology wasn’t called for. “I think I need to dismiss you. You’ve been working overtime all week, So, please pack up for tonight”
You blinked repeatedly at him. “We have lots of work that need to be done and-”He cut off your protest with his own.
“And I thank you for your work, I feel like you’re the only true worker here. For that reason I will not have you over working yourself” You let out a sigh.
The sigh was almost like a chuckle and you didn’t truly notice how much you needed a break. You were doing it for your family so you didn’t think twice.
“Thank you, sir. I promise I’ll get on it when I come back” He smiled and looked down as he reached his hand beneath his suit jacket.
He pulled out a envelope and held it out to you. “What is this?” You questioned as you took the envelope.
“Your over time came early and before you say anything, I do not want your thanks” You once again felt your heart warm up at your bosses kindness.
He walked away before you could say anything else. You smirked and started to pack up your things in your bag.
You’ve always known he had a soft spot for you. Probably because you DID your work…
And brought him cookies.
You groaned as the grocery bag twisted your hand skin in a wrong way as you tried to open your front door with the other.
You opened the door successfully and pushed it open and grabbed the bags you placed down.
“You know, dear. I keep getting impressed that you carry in all the groceries by yourself”
You looked over to the voice of your wife, Wanda. Your beautiful red haired goddess, how you got so lucky you’ll never understand.
“I may not have powers but I make it my job to do it, makes me feel powerful. Unless our boys want something. Then they have to work for it” She let out a laugh and followed you to the kitchen.
You put down the groceries bags on the counter and let out a breath of relief. You felt a hand slip around your waist from the back.
“I thought you were staying late” Her so soft yet filled with a hint of sadness.
“I was but my boss let me out, and I’m grateful” You slipped from her grasp just to turn around and put a hand on her cheek.
You both looked into each others eyes, filled with so much Love. True loves glance isn’t so easy to come by but when you find it you know.
“I get to come home to my beautiful wife” You pulled her in for a soft kiss as you both let out a small sigh.
You caressed her cheek as she pulled you in and held you by the hips. As if was for the first time you kissed, you still had the same passion.
Being broken apart by loud ruckus being heard from the floor above you. You both smiled as you knew it was from you kids running. Probably just finding out you’re home. “And our boys” You followed the sound of the thumps.
“Mom”!”
You heard the shouts of your two boys rushing down the stairs. You turned and walked forward a bit and opened your arms for them to run into.
“Boys” They ran into your arms and hugged you tightly around your waist. You reached down to stroke the top of their heads and smiled.
“We’ve missed you” they said, voices muffled by being hidden as they hugged you. “I’ve missed you both two” They pulled back from you and gave you a look you knew all too well.
“We have something to show you” Tommy rushed to the coffee table in the living room.
“Here we go” you hear, Wanda say with a smile and slight laughter.
“I promise we wouldn’t ask for anything ever again” Billy swore as he begged you for something you didn’t even know yet.
Tommy came back with a page in his hand and pushed it to you, very excited.
“Okay, let’s see here” You looked at the page and saw what they where begging for. “Book fair” was in big print as well as every information about it.
You looked at wanda to see her throw her hands up. “I told them to ask you” She defensed herself.
“Please, mom.” Billy put his hands together and looked up at you with sad puppy eyes.
“Yeah, pleaseee” Tommy dragged out the please as he followed his brothers actions.
You make a hard thinking face to get them to think you were truly think about it. They watched very intently as your wife tried not to laugh.
“Fine, we can go” They cheer and shook each other In excitement. Only to stop when you put a hand on your hip.
“One condition” They looked up at you very seriously.
“I get to buy a invisible pen” You smiled breaking your ‘serious’ character and they both nodded.
“Those are the coolest” Tommy agreed with you.
You reached out your hands and ruffed their hair up. “Go get your pajamas on, it’s movie night” The nodded and quickly ran away to their room while talking about what they where going to buy.
“You’re like a big baby” Wanda comment as you turned around to see her smirking.
“A big baby you married, and I happen to think the pens are cool. And so does Tommy” You sticked your tongue out at her and she only rolled her eyes playfully.
“They begged me all day as soon as I picked them up” She walked over to you and looked at the bags still laying on the counter.
“Well I hope you didn’t want me to say no. I used to love book fairs when I was growing up” You remembered all the memories about being young.
“That’s not what I thought at all, i was actually hoping you would say yes”
You smiled and took her hand to bring her closer, only for her to put her drink down and place her arms around your neck.
“I’ve truly missed you” You said while putting your head to hers as you leaned close together. She only closes her eyes and smiled feeling the love like she always did.
“I’ve missed you too, dearest”
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BROKEN SILVER LININGS: Chapter Four
Summary: Steve’s voicemails gave you closure but they were also holding you back. And you didn’t have the heart to delete them. But something else quickly caught your attention
Warnings/Notes: Sorry for so much angst guys! I just needed to get it out of my system but wholesome fluff is coming 😌
Voicemail 1:
Y/N, please call me back. We can still talk about this. I-I don’t want to leave like this. I don’t want to leave knowing that I hurt you. Just please call me back, baby.
Voicemail 2:
Hey.. I can’t stop thinking about what you said about getting the life Tony said to get. There’s something I didn’t tell you. When he said that, he was talking about you. He said when you’ve met your soulmate, to never let her go. And that same day, I bought a ring for you. I was ready to build a life with you, Y/N. If you called me back and told me to stay, I would do it. In a heart beat because I am in love with you. Please, pick up the phone. I need to hear your voice, baby.
Voicemail 3:
It’s okay. You’re not going to call me back.I understand. I just- he sniffles- I just wanted you to know that I really am sorry that I couldn’t be the one to take care of you and love you the way you should be loved. There’s so much more I want to say-
“Hey Cap!” A voice calls.
I love you, Y/N. Good bye.
Five Months Later
You took Bucky’s therapist’s advice and slowly eased yourself back into your normal life. Your friends.
Your job as a HR rep for SHIELD’s rebrand. But instead of going to the gym after work, you go on walks with Bucky.
It’s became a routine for you since Steve died. You still listen to Steve’s voicemails every once in a while when you really missed his voice.
It wasn’t until recently that you could listen to the voicemails without crying. So you call that progress.
But healing isn’t always linear, and there would be days that you slip up. You would be curled up on your couch in your favorite blanket.
Bucky’s six sense would come to the rescue and he would call you later that night.
“Something didn’t seem right. Is everything okay?” He would ask and despite how confident you tell him that you were fine, he stayed on the line with you anyway until you fell asleep.
That how you knew that something was wrong when he didn’t meet you in the park after work.
But you told yourself that maybe he forgot or got caught up with something. Or maybe he had a date, who knew?
Bucky was still a mysterious man despite how close you’ve grown.
So you went home to start on the medium length passion twists you had planned to do. But Bucky would pop up in your head every few minutes.
When you gave him a call later that night, it went straight to voicemail.
Why was his phone off?
When he didn’t show up a second time, you began to think the worst.
Something must of happened to him. HYDRA must have gotten him somehow.
You hopped in your car and drove to his apartment. The second red flag was the dry spot under his car.
It rained four days ago, which means that he didn’t move to go anywhere for at least four days.
Taking the elevator up to his apartment, you practically ran down the hallway until you stood in front of his door.
“Bucky?” You knocked on the door but it creaked open when your knuckles came into contact with it.
You pushed the door open further to see Bucky sitting on the floor with his back pressed against the couch.
Tears flowed down his cheeks as he stared straight ahead.
Shutting the door, you walked past his make shift bed on the floor and kneeled down next to him.
“Bucky,” you started but he doesn’t move an inch.
“Talk to me, please.” You pleaded and he blinks in response.
Although you were worried, you wanted to respect his space so you sat on the floor beside him.
You let out a soft breath, leaning your head on the couch to look up at the ceiling. You closed your eyes for a moment, remembering how you were in this exact position five months ago. And Bucky got you out of it.
It was your job as his best friend to do the same for him. “You changed your hair,” his raspy voice speaks after a few minutes of silence.
Lifting your head up, you find him staring at you and your passion twists.
“Yeah, it’s a protective style. I did it yesterday.” You explained softly, taking one of the twists in your hands.
“I like it,”
“Thank you,” you turned so you were facing him and he did the same. You let him speak first, even if it took him a while.
You’ve learned to be patient like he was.
“What if he was wrong about me?” “Why would he be wrong about you? Wrong about what?”
“That I was worth saving,” his voice cracked and he started to breathe heavy.
“Steve was right. You are worth saving because you are not your past. You are not your mistakes. That’s not who you are,”
“I don’t even know who I am,” he croaks.
“I’ll tell you who you’re not. You’re not the Winter Soldier. You’re not even the White Wolf. You’re not a monster, Bucky. You’re trying to figure your life out just like the rest of us,“
He pulls his knees up and leans his arms over his legs. Bowing his head, more tears fell down his face and into his lap.
“Hey, look at me.” You said softly, waiting for him to look at you before continuing.
“You are James Buchanan Barnes. You’re an Avenger just like us. And more importantly, you’re Steve’s best friend. You’re my best friend.” You reached over to hold the side of his face but he tenses.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have-“
“No,” he says, taking your hand into his and pressing your palm to the side of his face.
“No, please touch me. Please.” He whimpers, more tears leaving his eyes.
He leans into your touch with a soft sigh and you caressed his cheek. Holding the other side of his face with your free hand, you said, “Everything is going to be okay, Bucky. I got you,”
He turns his face so his head rested into the crook of your arm and you rubbed big circles in his back as he cried.
The sobs progressively got worse and louder and you tightened your hold on him.
“Everything’s going to be okay, Buck.” You reassured when his breathing started to go back to normal.
“Thank you,” he groaned, sniffling a few times but didn’t pull away from you just yet.
“Of course,” you rested your cheek against the back of his head while you waited in silence.
He slowly pulled away from you, stopping a few inches from your face. When you didn’t move away, he leans in and kisses you warmly.
Your eyes fluttered closed when he pulled you closer by your chin, relishing at how soft your lips felt against his.
Finally pulling away from you, he rests his forehead against yours and you occasionally licked your lips.
“How long have you been feeling like this?” You questioned. “Since I left cryo sleep. It just hasn’t really sunk in until..”
You nodded in understanding and he sighs deeply.
“Do you want me to take you to see your therapist? Then maybe we could go for a walk after?”
“I’d like that,” he says with a nod. You pulled away from him and he looks at you lovingly.
“I’ll freshen up then,” he starts, his gaze falling down to your lips again. “Yeah, I’ll let you do that,”
This time you were the one leaning in to kiss him, gently holding the side of his face until you pulled away slowly.
You mumbled okay against his lips before standing up and he follows suit.
The drive his therapist was silent, but it was a comfortable kind of silence. The kind of silence where everyone is on the same page and don’t feel the need to ask questions to figure it out.
You had feelings for Bucky. And Bucky had feelings for you.
You parked and turned off the car, setting the keys in the cup holder when Bucky left the car.
He said he shouldn’t be long but you weren’t exactly in a rush so it didn’t bother you none.
You watched as he walked into the lobby and you let out a tense breath that you didn’t know you were holding. Your shoulders relaxed a bit as you leaned your head into the seat.
Pulling your phone out, you clicked on the phone icon before swiping to the voicemails tab. Your thumb hovered over Steve’s third voicemail until you finally pressed it.
”It’s okay. You’re not going to call me back.I understand. I just wanted you to know that I really am so-“
You clicked the phone off and dropped it in your lap, resting your face in your hand while you chose to wait for Bucky in silence.
**
“So about the kiss,” Bucky starts as he rubs the back of his neck anxiously. His legs falling into sync with yours when you walked down the beaten path of the park.
The sun was starting to set and Bucky made a mental note to leave in the next couple of minutes. He didn’t want you out in the park at night.
It wasn’t safe. Anything could happen and he didn’t want to risk.
“You don’t have to explain yourself, Bucky. I get it. Emotions were high and we got caught up in the moment.”
He analyzes you, your twists swaying around the black trench coat you were wearing. Your relaxed expression tells him that the kiss didn’t change things like he hoped it would.
“Right, we just got caught up in the moment.” He repeats.
Then why did you kiss me again? Bucky thought to himself.
Your arm brushing against his brought him out of his thoughts. He glanced over at you looking at the flowers starting to bloom on the trees.
The wind rakes through the leaves, sending many lilac blooms towards the ground.
One bloom in particular had perfect aiming and landed directly into Bucky’s hand. “Wow, aren’t you lucky.” You tease, your arm brushing his again.
He stopped walking and moved a few of your twists out of the way to slide the flower over your ear, the pad of his thumb grazing the apple of your cheek when he pulled away.
It’s just a moment, you thought to yourself.
While Bucky thinks, this isn’t just a moment.
“I think we should go,” Bucky says at the same time you say, “I think we should stay,”
“Stay for what?” He asks as his face pressed into a confusion frown. “To go star gazing. Come on, when was the last time you went star gazing?”
“I’ve.. never been star gazing.”
“See there you go,”
“I don’t know, Y/N. This place isn’t the safest after dark.”
“This is probably one of the safest parks in the area. There’s lights and blue emergency posts everywhere. I see people star gaze here all the time.” You explain.
“How have you seen them unless you’ve been here after dark yourself?” His prussian blue eyes narrowing at you.
“I used to go on night runs-“
“Y/N,-“
“But Steve told me to go on morning runs instead because they were safer considering,” you finished but Bucky wasn’t letting you off the hook that easily.
I will kill anyone who tries to hurt you.
“Come on, Buck. I have you this time. We can do this once so you can at least say you’ve been stargazing,” you pleaded, holding his gaze with an innocent smile.
“Okay,” he says with a defeated sigh, smiling when you take his hand and drag him into the grass.
It took you a while to find the right spot before laying down and waiting until the sun finished setting.
“See? Isn’t this nice?” You watched in amazement at how bright the moon was shining tonight.
Bucky hums in response, slowly turning his head until he was looking at you.
Seeing your face under the moonlight was something he never knew he needed.
The lilac purple bloom became more vibrant under the bright moon while he could see the reflection of the stars in your eyes.
Damn.
“It wasn’t just a moment, Y/N.” He starts, watching when you turning your face to meet his gaze.
“I know,” you said softly. “But I don’t know if I’m ready, Bucky.” “You set the pace, doll. You’re the one in control.”
“You say that, but you’ll just get bored when have you have to wait too long like most guys do,” you fidget with one of the buttons on your trench coat.
“I’ll wait as long as it takes, for someone I really want.” He declares.
“You really want me?” You questioned and his face softened a bit.
He blinks slowly as he takes in every features of your face. He wanted nothing more than to caress your face, but it’s as he said. You set the pace.
A few strands of his hair fell to his forehead. You particularly liked when his hair was longer. It suited him nicely.
“Yes,” he breathed softly and you slide closer to him, resting your head on the curve of his shoulder.
Neither you or Bucky spoke again for the rest of the time. Bucky thought he had said something wrong and that was why you weren’t saying anything.
But his overthinking had an abrupt stop when he heard your soft snores that were muffled by his chest.
He knew he had to wake you up so the two of you could walk back to the car so he could drive you back to his place.
Or at the very least, stand up so he could carry you back.
But instead, he finds himself staring up at the stars twinkling in the nights sky as he made the declaration:
I’m in love with this woman.
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Hi,I was wondering if I could get some matchups for marvel,x-men and supernatural.
I am 19 years old intj female with mid length thick dark brown very wavy hair(borderline curly).I have big brown eyes kinda round and almond shaped at the same time.I love exercise so I am relatively fit.My face is a bit rounded(big cheeks) with some angles.I am very pale but have a lot of moles one or two in my face but most in my arms and torso.I also have this weird birthmark(a tag in my one ear).In terms of fashion i like darker clothing with an occasional dash of pink since it's something that looks good on me.Flared pants,jean and leather jackets,leather bags, custom made bags with rock bands and a bag that looks like a duck(i like ducks).I also like custom made shirts with jokes regarding my personal interests (books,series ect...) and my messed up sleep schedule.
At first glance I am a bit reserved but if I am made comfortable I will open up(i kinda choose the people I will open up to).I love sarcasm and very dark humor.I will joke around a lot and I want to encourage people around me to be happy.I like teasing people a lot. I deeply love learning information in every form.I study physics because I love astronomy and I want to become an astronomer but I am also a big history/archeology/mythology nerd.In my free time I love learning new stuff(psychology, law, history ,random facts ect...),reading,working out and listening to music(fav song:soltitude by m83).I like art a lot,drawing,reading about it,going to museums and exhibitions.I also love going out on nature and on all sorts of adventures but I dont have the right person to do that with.I deeply love nature and the sea since I grew up in an island.
I have clear goals in life,I am very ambitious,patient,curious and diplomatic but still have a bit of a nihilistic approach to life(in a good sense,to fuel questions about the world around me).
As I said before I can be quite reserved and appear as cold but I am a very sensitive person,an extreme overthinker.I feel insecure because when I get too comfortable/excited my voice gets really loud,I get all giddy and I have been told off about it enough times.I dont know how to receive a compliment or acts of friendship/kindness because growing up I had very bad experiences in school.However I like to be there for people and I want them to feel good around me.I like helping a lot by solving problems and being kind but I hate myself for it because I feel like I am showing weakness (but once I realise someone is a friend I am THERE no matter what)I also am the "I told you so" kind of friend but I am not judging(quite the opposite) .I deal with anxiety and I get lonely around people but I dont let it affect my social life,I really push myself out there no matter what and I always push myself to get back on my feet and keep going after bad experiences because we only have one life and we have to make the most of it.
I also am a very calm even during arguements,until someone crosses a line and hell breaks loose.
Sorry,I hope its not way too long.
Hi! I hope you like your matchups! <3333
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Marvel;
Thor Odinson:
⭐ You met Thor when you were hired by Nick and SHIELD in general when they wanted to learn more about Thor and his mythology - you being the little genius that you are - were more than happy to tell them more about his myths, history, and culture (since you had read some stuff about it in the past); you knew a few fun facts, but those facts were exactly what they needed... Who knew?
⭐ Finally, you got to meet the man in question, he wanted to know all that you knew, and you were a bit nervous at first, but you were happy to tell him everything you knew - you may have gotten a bit excited, and may have apologized for getting a bit too loud, but Thor was reassuring and sweet; telling you that he admired how passionate you were and to not be afraid to be yourself around him
⭐ Once the two of you begin to hang out more, you begin to open up more, sliding in a few dark jokes here and there (Thor gets confused in the beginning, like the golden retriever he is, but after a while he's laughing along with you); during the holiday, you both know you both like each other when you both accidently gift each other cute custom things (you gift him a custom shirt with one of your favorite quotes of his, and Thor gifted you a backpack that was shaped as a duck)
⭐ Thor often takes you to Asgard, where he gets to give you the royal tour, introduce you to new foods, and gets you a custom Asgardian outfit (that has dashes of pink in it); and at the end of the day, you and him watch the Asgardian sun set
⭐ You are there for Thor, always standing up for him if he ever is in a verbal argument with Tony (which is often, poor guy may be loud but Tony is often very adamant in being right) - and Thor is always there for you, obviously, finding you incredibly smart, talented, and lover of nature and life
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X-Men;
Logan Howlett:
💛 You met Logan when Charles had found you and asked you if you wanted to move into the X-Mansion (so he could help you master your amazing nature-esque powers!) - you were practicing in the courtyard and Charles came to introduce you to the mysterious, tall, dark, and handsome man; Charles was quick to point out your almost matching leather jackets that you were both wearing at the time
💛 You nor Logan really sought each other out, but fate is weird, and caused you to both run into each other on many occasions - though, the one time Logan actually had a full conversation with you, was the day you found out he had a motorcycle; by the end of the conversation, Logan offered to drive you around (how could you say no to driving around nature, the wind blowing through your dark brown hair, feeling free?) You could drive around with Logan for hours
💛 You are even lucky enough to get Logan to accompany you to art museums, seeing such beautiful works like Andy Warhol and Yayoi Kusama - Logan acts bored, but he's pretty interested, especially when you tell him all the cool facts that you knew about each art piece you past; at the end of your museum adventures, you always end up going to the museum gift shop, and leaving with a small handful (armful) of artist merch/supplies/and whatnot
💛 You and Logan, going back to adventuring thing, often go on adventures out in nature, spending a couple days camping, sitting in wildflowers as you draw - listening to music - just the two of you; Finding each other's company calming and peaceful
💛 You work together pretty well, both very YOLO, but both very fire and ice - you are patient and love solving problems, while Logan is not that; he likes to solve problems with his claws/fists; but you know what they say, opposites attract, and Logan really likes you (for your kindness, how understanding you are, and how much you say 'I told you so' to him
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Supernatural;
Dean Winchester:
🥧 You were just minding your own business, walking around the woods that close to your home, when BAM creepy monster thing, oh no, what are you to do? But then you see him, Dean Winchester, well, he was too late, you were able to scare the monster off - Dean was impressed, but you never told him how you did it... Mysterious...
🥧 You were a bit reserved in the beginning of your conversation, but after he brought up the quote on your custom shirt - from a favorite book of yours - you felt yourself being swept away in the topic of books; which led into college, and then astrology, and then mythology, and then pie, and then-
🥧 You soon enough found yourself joining Dean (and Sam) (and Cas) in their monster-hunting adventures; and they were quick to realize that you were actually a great new member of the team - you are patient, hardworking, and a problem solver, which is pretty important, (you're great at not letting anyone get killed)
🥧 Before you and Dean even knew it, you both began to feel a little bit of something for each other (Sam and Cas could see it clearly, you and Dean had this chemistry that was just amazing); you and Dean often - when you can't sleep or mess your schedule up enough - drive in Baby, just driving and listening to tunes together
🥧 You are so comfortable with Dean that you can truly be yourself around him, teasing and joking around - often teasing Dean about his love for his car, Baby, and his love for pie... He can't get enough pie... It's becoming a problem... He has like five different types of pies in the fridge... He would probably say he could eat them all himself just fine, but let's be honest here, he needs someone to help him eat them all ༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ🥧🥧🥧
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