#[but it turns out this was a mostly singing stream!]

[heymeowmao]

2022.11.23 - https://weibo.com/l/wblive/p/show/1022:2321324839018683827068

Long time no see 2

- [he started a stream but deleted it bc technical difficulties] LYN: I still can’t see what you’re typing, and I can’t see how many people are in the stream or if any are coming in. I can’t see anything at all, this is so strange. What’s happening?? This ruins everything. There’s only one thing I can do, friends. I’ll have to restart my computer. Fam? I’ll have to restart my computer, fam. LYN: Let me log-in on my phone, see if I can see anything. // ? Why can’t I see the comments on my phone either? Weibo doesn’t allow comments now? How awkward. I can’t see the comments on my phone. Then, it’s not my problem but weibo’s. // Why is it like this? How can it do this to me? LYN: Oh. Okay. It’s not important. Weibo’s already sent me a notice that they’re trying to fix it. If the problem persists, I just won’t stream today.  LYN: I’ll just pretend that everyone is extremely enthusiastic, then. Mountains and seas of people, and they’re all complimenting me and telling me I’m handsome. That’s what I’ll believe. I even wore a wig for today... and I can’t even see how you like it. Doesn’t that mean my money was wasted?

LYN: /sigh/ I can’t see anything and I even logged in on my phone. I guess the only thing we can do now is wait, right? // I’m going to delete the previous one. ... I still can’t see. Oh? It’s working! I can see on my phone now. LYN: Should we just give it a rest for today? C: Why is it only one person’s comment? LYN: I figure weibo is working on it, it’ll be fine in a moment. They can fix it. Let’s not rush.

C: Come back in. LYN: Yes, we all know to go out and re-enter the stream. Can you have a nicer attitude? The problem is that no one can see what you’re typing, so there’s no point to telling them to re-enter. They can’t see it! So you should say, “Ning-ge, tell them to re-enter the stream.” This way will work, not “I already told you, re-enter the stream!” Watch your attitude. C: I went out and came back in three times now. LYN: This is a mess. Let me ask weibo- if they can’t fix it then we’ll forget it. // It’s alright. It’ll be fixed in a moment.  C: Ning-ge, you told me to watch my attitude, so I will. I’ll say, “Alright, babe. Re-enter the stream.”  LYN: That’s not what I meant by telling you to watch your attitude. The situation is that they can’t see what you’re typing AT ALL. So there’s no point to telling them to re-enter.

C: We’ll use telepathy. LYN: Oh no, I can’t see your comments here anymore, either. Let me restart. Ok, I can see the comments from my phone.  LYN: Is it fixed now?  C: There’s only my comment. Hehe. LYN: Yes- if you can only see your own comment, that means that my stream was made for you, personally. In your path of chasing stars, here you can get the one on one service. Even if you aren’t my fan, we can still enjoy the one on one.

LYN: This is no good, I don’t think we can continue to stream tonight. Even watching the comments on my phone is spotty. Now they’ve stopped completely. No one is typing. Then, let’s not stream today. I’ll see if I have some time tomorrow to come stream. This will influence my condition. LYN: Oh! It’s fixed! My computer is fixed. See?? Look at this- this is the result of weibo’s technical team. If you have a problem they can fix it immediately. It hasn’t been three minutes and they’ve solved a headache of a problem. If it were any normal person this would be a hard fix. It’s fine now, right? I have to say, it still has to be Weibo. Let’s pretend the past 10 minutes were a hallucination.  LYN: Let’s pretend I have just opened the stream. You all can react as if you are seeing me for the first time.

-- 

LYN: Hallo everybody, good evening. I am Modern Brothers’ Liu Yuning! Welcome~ LYN: Some of your are saying I’m very handsome, right? /laughs/ Um... I’m alright~~ Today we have more of an.. orchestrated look. 

C: My roommate told me you were streaming. LYN: Is that right? What a nice roommate. Given them things and buy them a milk tea every once in a while. I think the fact that they were able to remind you of my stream means that they are a good person.

LYN: It’s been a while since I last streamed, and so I wanted to stream a little today and chat with you. I know it’s a little early- I know that a lot of people get off of work at 6p and you aren’t off work quite yet. If you’re not off work yet, continue to focus on work. You can watch my stream at your own pace when you get home. I’m sure that after you get home, eat dinner, and shower I will still be here streaming. Work and school is first and foremost. I know you might be in a rush to get home, but please be careful on the roads- anyone driving should stop watching and drive carefully, and anyone catching the train should be mindful not to miss their stop.

C: My mom and dad have been waiting for you for three days. LYN: What are your mom and dad waiting for me for?? Is the range of my fans that great now? Are they waiting to watch my stream? Or is it that you bluffed and told them I was your boyfriend? “Mom, Dad. My boyfriend is a streamer. When he comes on next time I’ll show him to you so you know what he looks like!” That’s not what it is, right? LYN: I’ve seen some fans take my picture to go trick their moms. They say, “Mom, this is my boyfriend” and their mom looks at the message and says, “This kid is pretty good-looking, what do you think he saw in you?” They didn’t actually say that. Maybe, “This kid looks pretty skinny, do you think he has a good family situation? Is he going to be okay?” and my fan said, “He’s okay. Pretty tall, at 189cm.” That is, a lot of people take my picture to their mothers and tell them they’re dating me, and their mothers aren’t satisfied with me. These aunties, really... have high standards. C: My parents both know you. LYN: Then... thanks! Thank you Aunty and Uncle. C: My mom says I’ve picked up a treasure. LYN: Can you not use me to trick your family members anymore?? I don’t really care about being taken advantage of or anything, but if you do this you might make your mom’s standards higher. Later when you want to find a boyfriend or husband and your mom doesn’t like them, who are you going to blame? Me?

C: Lao-da, I resigned. LYN: What are you telling me for? Go find a job. Are you planning on coming here to work? I’m not looking for employees at the moment.

C: Can you sing today? LYN: My song-fans came? Can I sing today... I can. I said that I would have a stage performance in a few days’ time, but due to my schedule I don’t think I will be able to make it. Now you can only anticipate my performances for the end of the year. But, if you have a dream then anywhere is your stage- even if that place is a small little streaming room.  C: I’m also a singer. LYN: Are you? Erm... get out. You haven’t heard the saying “peers are enemies”? Get out, stop listening to my stream.

C: Ning-ge, where are you going for the New Year? Which broadcast stages? LYN: Don’t be like this. Normally this type of information is spread online by the media accounts, because they always have the “insider information” don’t they? Now you’re trying a different route and asking me directly?? That makes it seem like no one cares where I go, and only my fans care.

LYN: I’m sure many of you who watch my stream are fans of other artists, because I saw a few of you come and ask me if I had Zhou Shen’s WeChat ID. I’ll send it to you? Why are you asking, do you want to chat with him about work? Someone else asked me what ZSX was doing these days. Oh my goodness... C: I want ZSX’s QQ (instant messaging) ID. LYN: /laughs/ I can tell you’re just a kid. People rarely use QQ nowadays.

C: Ning-ge, I’m your legs-fan. I’m here. LYN: Other than song-fans and acting-fans, I also have legs-fans. Because these legs of mine can mesmerize you? Don’t you guys celebrate the new year with pig’s trotters? Do you buy trotters home to braise for the new year? No? You have a chance. Ning-ge will send you a pig’s trotter. Being a fan of my legs is really weird, isn’t it?

C: Ning-ge, do you watch soccer? LYN: I do, but I don’t understand. I mean, I watch with others, when they’re watching it. But it’s not as if I have a deep understanding of the sport. It’s the World Cup. It’s fine for people to have an interest. // I don’t really understand it though, so I’m not going to sit here talking to you in depth about it. I don’t want to make a fool of myself.  C: Ning-ge, which team do you like? LYN: Um... I like... “OOO” [t/n: idk sports/this reference, so good luck with that.]

C: I want to see the pink hair. LYN: I’ll wear it the next time I stream. I bought a bunch of different colors. This one counts as gray, I guess. I put it on earlier and I looked like a fool, but I was able to style it alright, and I look fine now. 

C: Do you like basketball? LYN: As a boy- as a MAN- I’m a little adverse to sports, but I still watch here and there. I don’t understand how it all works very well, though.  C: “Boy” hahaha LYN: What’s wrong with saying “boy”?? Is that not okay? Hey- isn’t there a song called “男孩”? I’ll gift it to you.  -- 男孩 (Liang Bo) LYN: I haven’t warmed up yet. So, I��ll stop.

LYN: Hey, can you all change up the script? Every time I stream you all say that “my roommate says you’re handsome.” Are you ALL students? You’re all students?

C: Ning-ge, the way you sung just now really involved too much cracking. LYN: What do you mean by that?! That’s just the way I purposefully chose to sing it. What do you mean I cracked too severely, you sure are an interesting one. I purposely gave off the rough/gravelly feeling- to show that this man has a story. You use different tones to sing different songs, that’s the logic. The song earlier “That Boy”- you know, boy’s voices are a little unstable, so it could give that stuck sound. I’m giving it a texture- like my voice is made of sand. 

C: Ning-ge, my cat says your handsome. LYN: LOL, your cat can talk? Watch out- your cat might eat you while you’re sleeping. It can talk.. how terrifying. 

LYN: ??? What are you spamming the chat with? You want me to touch my adam’s apple? What did you mean, I didn’t really see clearly since it was being spammed. Also, watch out- don’t make me kick you out! There’s no spamming here. You’ll be kicked out. I didn’t see, I think it wanted me to touch my adam’s apple?? Are you a pervert? These little girls are so perverted nowadays- be a little more normal!

C: Ning-ge, this hair makes you seem old. LYN: What do you mean? “This hair makes you seem old.” Just think of it as I am cosplaying an old man (lao tou). You can call me “Lao Liu-tou.” Does the hair look too much on the white side? I don’t look lively, do I? /sigh/ LYN: Why else do you think this color is called “grandma gray”?? It SHOULD have some age to it, or what else did you think?? It’s not like it’s called “young kid gray”. Having some age to it is normal.  LYN: I just can’t chat with you about anything fashionable. I’m already bad enough, but you’re making me think I’m too fashionable for you. You just don’t get me. Friends, do you know of a thing called “long johns”? Have you heard of it? When winter comes my grandma always tells me to put on my long johns. Have you heard of it? It’s very fashionable.  C: That joke was a little cold. LYN: It’s not really a joke...

- [t/n: I’m going to skip frequently said phrases like the intermittent “subscribe to my weibo, let’s chat” and the age old “when is OOO drama airing?”]

- ALZ /has/ notified him to do the voice-acting for LMX, though. Again, he only has around 200 scenes. C(s): Handsome! /I look forward to seeing Luo Mingxi! So handsome!/ I want to see Tian Xing Jian. LYN: A lot of the people complimenting me are my fans, and I know there are a lot of passersby here, so I just want to say please be understanding. When my fans call me handsome, as a viewer or passerby or spectator, please be understanding. You know the saying, “You own child is the best.” I’m sure even if you’re not parents you think that your kid will be the most handsome/beautiful, the cutest, and the smartest, right? It’s the same principle. My fans see me the same way and think that I am the best and the most handsome. Even though the “handsome” part has been disputed by a lot of industry leaks. At least the rumors that I’ve gotten this far in four years by relying on my looks has been knocked down by a few ugly pictures. If that’s the case then it means that I’ve been able to stick around for four years purely based on my talents. Being able to debut- starting out as a busker on the streets of a small city, until I am able to be a singer, actor, and contract all these OSTs- all of this is purely based on my talents. It has nothing at all to do with my looks, because I’m too ugly. /sarcastic/

C: Ge, you should think about getting eye-bag surgery. LYN: What nonsense is that? ... Do you think I haven’t thought about it? If I DID, wouldn’t there need to be a recovery period? I’d have to rest for at least half a month, right? Don’t think I haven’t thought about this. The problem with this is that I’m too busy. Who’s going to give me 15 days of rest to recover from my eye-bag surgery? Also, I’ve asked before and the doctor said that my eye-bags are very small, so there’s not much to cut. There wouldn’t be too much of a difference, other than the fact that I’ll have darker eye circles. I said, “Yeah, I always stay up through the night” and they replied, “Well if you didn’t stay up at night, this would fix itself.”

- /people commenting on how Luo Mingxi is so handsome and they’d like to see ALZ and TXJ soon/ LYN: I don’t know about LMX... because around that time, honestly... let me put it this way: the production crew really did its best and used all of their tips and tricks to push me towards the “Flower Boy” category. Yeah. From the makeup artists’ perspective, they put their all into it. So... as for if LMX is handsome or not, that is... not certain. I was really quite ugly during that time. These past two years there were a couple times I thought of myself as good-looking, or better-looking than normal. The first was the period of time I was recording Our Song with Penny-jie. I looked pretty refined and had a clear jawline, then. I was good-looking at this moment in time. The other time was when I filmed an ad for LeShi (乐视). Well- I guess it doesn’t count as an ad, as I am no longer working with them- but at the time! The next time I find myself decent looking has to be more recently. :) This is the peak of my looks, now. I never considered myself good-looking before, but I do think I look nice now. Especially when we finish shooting a scene and I go to monitor the playback. I think to myself, “Is this me?” :D The YNGS lighting and makeup teams are making me look so good. The wig makes me look so sharp. I think the combination of lighting, costuming, and makeup for YNGS is very nice. It helped me find confidence in my visuals again. But! I was exposed by a few ugly pictures online. So then I started to wonder if I was every handsome at all. I thought I was handsome! LYN: Since we’re on the topic, I can admit that I do think I look a little better than I used to. I was working out for a bit and I was in pretty good condition, and- I think my eyes have been a little bigger lately. Of course, that includes using the products from my collaborations.  LYN: Anyway, as for LMX, the makeup teachers already did their best to make me look good. But the truth is I was just average. The most average of average. We’ll see though. I don’t even know how it’ll come out- I’ll only know once I get into the studio for doing the voice-acting. As for TXJ, just think of it as a special drama. It isn’t an idol drama after all, so the appearance and everything is more of in the rough direction. You don’t need to pay attention to whether I look good in it or not.  C: Jiang Junhao. LYN: Him? I don’t think he’ll be very handsome. But it’s a modern drama, and if you look at it as an idol drama you’re already losing. It’s based more in reality. They didn’t make me particularly handsome or anything.  LYN: I don’t think you should watch dramas for whether the people in it look good or not. If that were the case I would just do magazine shoots. I’d look good in every photo because we’d be able to ‘shop them. But for dramas- at least the ones I am acting in- I don’t think appearance is something I’d use as my initial considering factor. The role is the most important.

*[t/n: i’m gonna try to skimmmm, bc I’ve fallen terribly behind OTL]

- /refuting rumors that a drama has pretty much fixed LYN for the ML role, but the FL role is still in discussions bc they’re unable to come to agreeable negotiations with lyn’s studio regarding ranks/positioning./ * ? for The Prisoner of Beauty/Zhe Yao/折腰; rumors were Song Zu’er, then Yang Chaoyue for FL LYN: My group sent me this article and then I wanted to look under my bed. Was there someone hiding under there? Was someone listening to me talk in my sleep?? Or what is it, I’m not sure. LYN: It’s just really strange. I’ve said time and time again that I don’t really care about ranks. I’m a singer- and I’ve participated in a lot of events. You know how during the galas/events they always release a poster of who all will be attending? I really don’t care where you position me. This type of thing is meaningless to me. I don’t care whether my name goes first, second, or wherever. I don’t care. I just do what the production company wants me to- they can put me where they’d like and I won’t dispute it. Even if you put my name on the list under “cameos”, I’ll think it’s a funny joke. LYN: It’s just pure nonsense. It doesn’t matter which production I sign with- on the very first day there will be someone who asks what our requests in regard to ranks is, to make it clear so that there are no issues later on. My team and I always say the same thing- It doesn’t matter. They can put us where they’d like. We decided to move forward with the project, so all we need to do is make sure we are fulfilling the role to expectation. I will never quit just because someone else was listed ahead of me- that’s totally unnecessary. I don’t fight it. When you start fighting for something that just means that in some people’s eyes you don’t deserve it. I’d rather not fight. When I reach the rank I’m qualified for, others will give it naturally.  C: So that means you’re confirmed for the drama? LYN: No! That’s not what I meant! I was just saying that’s par for course for my PREVIOUS dramas. Don’t start making up rumors! C: Did you ask for a role for Daimi? LYN: My dog? I’m at the point where I can mentor new stars? I can bring my dog and tell them to arrange for her to be in the drama?? Do you think I have that much pull now, that I can ask them to include my dog, or I’m walking out? X’D

-- break #1

- /finds it amusing that people like to ridicule or make fun of him, and when his fans fight back they are accused of being too easily provoked. As if making fun of someone in the first place makes them a superior person.. (◔_◔)/

C: Ge, you’re trending? LYN: Really? No way! Absolutely no way! // Is the trending term “where did lyn buy his wig?” or, what is it? “LYN Livestream”?  C: Entertainment #38.  LYN: Oh... What’s wrong with Entertainment?? Who’s looking down on who? That’s also impressive. Why don’t you all do me a favor and enter the topic to type five- no six- words: “Liu Yuning is super duper interesting”. Alright? Go spam in the comments. That’ll make sure I jump from 38 to 35. Do it for me, please. - /he goes into the topic to check it out... tells them to stop making comments because the topic dropped from 38 to 39 instead of rising/ LYN: Come back. Let’s just continue doing our stream. This just goes to show that not all efforts have a satisfactory response. This is an obvious case study. But still, we should keep working hard.

LYN: Let me sing a song. The other day I suddenly remembered a song I heard many years ago. It’s called “一个歌手的情书 (The Love Song of a Singer)”, do you want to hear it? If you don’t, then forget it. If you want to hear it, then type it into the chat. LYN: (the topic) It’s at 40 now? Come back, then. It was going to be 37-38 but then because I told people to go make comments it’s dropped to 40. Alright, whatever. Let’s forget it. Since it didn’t go the way we wanted let’s widen our worldview and forget it. When you’ve lost something, just use “expanding your worldview” as an excuse to distance yourself from it.  - /prepares for the song and grabs his guitar to keep us appearances; remembers he bought a strap for it and goes to get and attach it./ - /finds out he’s trending on the main tab at #22/ LYN: This story just goes to show that when you’ve come to face an opportunity that you’ve put some effort into but then find out that your efforts are for nothing, don’t give up. Something unexpected might happen later on. Life is full of surprises. You might not see any results at the time, but the gains will reveal themselves later.  C: The corners of your lips don’t seem to be able to fall. (he’s can’t stop smiling) LYN: Er.. “worldview”. I’m alright. This isn’t worth being so happy over.  - /starts over bc the lyrics are “these past twenty years” and he wants to sing “these past THIRTY years”/ --  一个歌手的情书 (The Love Song of a Singer)

C: Ge, I’ve got to do pcr testing now. LYN: Go, go. You don’t need my permission for that. Do your own thing.

C: How strange, now your wig doesn’t look too bad. LYN: How bad did it look to you before? Was it really weird? What a coincidence, you’ve finally gotten used to it but now I want to go change it.

C: My Third Aunt says your singing is nice. LYN: Give my thanks to your Third Aunt. - C: I haven’t heard the real person sing Zou Ma. LYN: Because all the other versions were a fake version? I’ll sing it. But.. I want to change my hair, this one is a little uncomfortable... - C: My Second Uncle thinks your singing sounds nice. LYN: Thank your Second Uncle. - LYN: :| I don’t have a single pair of shades with me... /shuffles around/ This’ll have to do. - LYN: Give my thanks to your Second Uncle. - LYN: Oh, these (glasses) make me dizzy. /takes them off and tosses them away/ --  走马 (Zou Ma) C: Ning-ge, I’m doing my postgrad exam and I felt suddenly relaxed hearing this song. LYN: Thank you. Thank you for allowing me to bring you this relaxation.

- /trending at #11 on the main tab/ LYN: See how professional I am when it comes to music? I heard the news that I’m at #11 and am not overexcited but instead still immersed in my music. Since it’s come to this point, let me sing a quieter song, since I know many of you just got off of work. You need some calm music to regulate your emotions. -- 霓虹甜心 (Neon Sweetheart)

LYN: There was a moment in there that I felt really old wearing this wig. As someone who is older in age, actually LOOKING it is something we care greatly about. Ever since one of you commented earlier that I looked old wearing this, it’s been circling around my head. Let me go change it. I can’t take it anymore. Wait for me, I’ll play you a video.

LYN: I look younger now, right? Let me see if I’ll look even younger with these shades.... /puts on some yellow shades/ Just average. /takes them off/ Let me get those other ones back.

C: Have we crossed back in time to the other stream? C2: Trust me, this is a different one. LYN: What do you know about fashion?!? C: What about the pink one? LYN: I have it, but I think I look like an idiot. It doesn’t look good. Oh my goodness, you don’t believe me. You just WANT to see it. I’ll go get it and show you. I don’t know if I should get them fixed or cut it when I get it, but when I wear that one I look dumb. Let’s see how dumb I look! No one’s going to think that they accidentally entered a stream selling wigs, right? That’s not the case, I don’t have that type of business yet. I just look too dumb in the pink one! C: My friend wants to see it. LYN: If you want to see it, just say so. Why do you have to say that your friend wants to see it? LYN: /about to put on the wig/ Why do I feel a sense of shame??

LYN: What do you think, tell me yourself. What’s going on here? I won’t say it. I think everyone who has even an ounce of aesthetic/fashion sense knows. You tell me what’s going on. Look at this- do you think this is okay?? Right? This has nothing to do with fashion anymore- what is this??? /messing it up/ LYN: My market value right now has been cut by one point. Liu Yuning’s Market Value, because of this wig, has been reduced by one point. C: Because it’s not on right? LYN: That’s not it~~ - /tries to fix it/ LYN: It just looks dumb :( This isn’t working. Stop messing with me. C: Take off the glasses. LYN: What do the glasses have to do with it?? It’s weird. LYN: Let me play you a video. I need to go adjust my mood. I started off happy enough but because of this I’m breaking down. 

C: The first wig looks the best. LYN: !! Why didn’t you say so earlier? I’ve been busy this whole time for nothing. You’re just like the bosses in those companies. You had me write a project proposal but you weren’t satisfied with it and told me to write another. After I’ve finished editing it three times, you go back and say the first one was the best. 

LYN: Alright, that’s enough. I just wanted to do a light stream for you all. LYN: ... LYN: /sigh/ LYN: ... LYN: Let me sing a song! Sing a song to lift my mood. --  寻一个你 (Searching for You) LYN: Better than the original, I must say.

--  清晖 (Qing Hui) LYN: That’s my first time singing it live. I’m not quite familiar with the arrangement yet. Just listen for fun.

C: Ning-ge, your recent OSTs all sound very nice. LYN: What do you mean? Are you trying to say that all my previous OSTs were just average? Is that it? I suddenly want to sing a very early song... LYN: It (the accompaniment ver.) doesn’t have lyrics. This one does, but it’s the song itself. Let me see what I can do... /saves the lyrics from one ver. and copies it to the other/ --  孤独的人在哪里 (Where are the Lonely People) LYN: This is a song that was on my first EP after debut. It’s been a long time since I last sang it. /sigh/ It wasn’t popular. :| But, I didn’t release this song because I wanted to be popular, I just hoped it would be. 

LYN: Don’t spam the comments, telling me you’re going to give me a villa. I don’t need it. Go away. Give it to someone else. I don’t need it. The house I’m renting right now is quite nice. The main thing is it’s too much to maintain, so I’m fine where I am. LYN: If you really want to give it to me, that’s fine too. I’ll raffle it off right here in my stream to one of my viewers. Are you going to give it to me? If you’re sure, go contact my Studio. When you have all the affairs in order I’ll raffle it. C: That’s a good idea. // Ning-ge, give it to me. LYN: You. I always tell you there’s no such thing as a free lunch. When have you ever received a free lunch, that was still fresh and warm? You could receive something that was fresh and warm, but that thing could also be a diaper. Never a free lunch. How can you believe such a thing?\

C: Would LYN’s autograph ever fall from the sky? LYN: I don’t think so. Well! There IS a possibility. That is, when one of my fans decides to stop being my fan. Let’s say they live on the tenth floor. They’ll tear up my autograph and throw it off their balcony. The pieces rain down upon you and when you put them all together you find out it was my autograph. There is that possibility. LYN: But friends, don’t disturb the public. Never throw anything from your windows. Not even if it’s money.

C: Will LYN ever fall from the sky? LYN: My fans’ hearts are so cruel. If they can't have something they must destroy it. “I can’t have LYN? Fine, jump and d*e. LYN, you must d*e!”

C: You’re still streaming? LYN: It’s alright isn’t it. I’ve only been streaming for around two hours. I got a trending topic and I’m pretty happy today so I’ll stream a little longer. If you haven’t yet subscribed to my weibo, you can do so.

C: Ning-ge, is there anything lately that has made you unhappy? LYN: Why do you think I would be unhappy?? Why? Was I crying today, and you saw me? I was streaming but couldn’t bear it anymore, so I ran to the bathroom to cry and you saw through my cover? No, right? C: The topic dropped. LYN: D: Huh? Did it drop? Oh, well. It’s not important. The topic dropped... so I’m leaving now. Bye bye. I hope you have sweet dreams, I’ll be leaving first. Goodnight. // It’s not worth it. It’s alright, it doesn’t matter. I won’t cry. LYN: There’s nothing that’s made me unhappy these days. Nothing sad or unpleasant. It’s all just normal. You’re making it seem like I’m in a bad mood. I’m not!

C: The sound of the music is too loud. LYN: That’s what we’re going for here. I want the music to fill your mind so that you’re floating in a sea of sound. The music needs to be loud. If it were too low then it’d be like we’re taking classes. I’ll turn it down for you, though. 

LYN: If I were to be forced to be in a bad mood today, it’s all because of the wigs. That pink wig totally destroyed my mood for the day.

C: Wujiapo live ver. LYN: You want to hear this, right? Ah, Ah, Ah~ Let me see if I can find it and I’ll give it a try, but I haven’t really learned it well, because it is an operatic song after all. I haven’t learned any Chinese opera techniques. Just listen for entertainment, and I’m not a professional so my singing is just mainstream style.  -- 武家坡2021 (Peking Opera: Wujiapo)

LYN: 摩登爱情 (Modern Love)? Let me see what song this is... have I sung this before? I think I have. I sang it last time! Let’s do it. -- 摩登爱情 (Modern Love)

C: Ning-ge, you look like a bodyguard now. (保安) LYN: Bodyguard? I’m SECURITY. (安保) I look like those security in those idol dramas. I’ll have an earpiece here. LYN: “The artist is coming down now. Watch out, watch the crowd. Don’t let the fans get close. Alright? Ok.” “Right this way.” LYN: Then they make it downstairs and there are no fans. LYN: “Make way, make way. Oh- there’s no one here. It’s fine. It doesn’t matter. :’) I’m only here to get paid.” LYN: My clothes here say “H-E”, don’t they? I’m Love Security. -  C: Rang Jiu next. LYN: Do you think you’re at the KTV, requesting songs?? - LYN: My clothes say “H-E” Happy Ending. B-E. (Bad Ending) I didn’t know this before, and thought it meant “合 (hé = get together)” and that BE was “掰 (bāi = break up)”.

LYN: The other day I went to record the OST for ALZ... I guess it also counts as my character song as well. It’s a nice song and fully embodies the life of Luo Mingxi. You can listen to it when the time comes. C: Was your OST a “H-E”. LYN: It’s like this- usually the leads are H-E; but I am sacrificed. I sing to help the leads reach a H-E but it’s B-E for myself. C: That didn’t happen for The Long Ballad. LYN: That’s true. It doesn’t always happen.

-- break #2

LYN: There’s a song I keep wanting to sing, but I don’t dare to. I have a very iconic OST, but I don’t know if you’ll remember it if I say what it is. I don’t dare to sing it, but I really like this song. // LYN: There are so many people here who seem to be my song-fans. You all want me to sing, which makes me feel.. Happy. :) You keep asking me to sing things and happiness is just written all over my face.

LYN: I really like this song. I remember when they first sent me this song I thought it sounded so nice. When I accept an OST the first thing about it that I consider is whether I think it’s nice.  LYN: Then, I’ll sing this song. A gift for all my good friends here. --  你說愛情啊 (You Say Love)

C: Ning-ge, which new year’s stages are you going to? LYN: Why do you ask. You’re going to watch whichever stage I go to, anyway. Don’t ask questions. You’ll find out later.

LYN: Let’s chat a little. Is there anything you want to talk about? I’ll sing again later. I can’t do it consecutively. I kept looking at this. /picks up his kazoobie/ I haven’t used this very often; I feel like my money is going to waste. I need to find a song where I can use it.

C: Then let’s talk about life. LYN: Do we really need to go that deep?? Talk about life... whose life?

C: Where’s Daimi? LYN: Daimi’s been in Hangzhou these past few days. She was looking a little ugly, and there aren’t really any good grooming places around Hengdian. I had my group send her to Hangzhou so she can get some beautification. As a female artist, we still have people invested in Daimi. I’ve sent her to Hangzhou to get a haircut and a spa treatment, etc. We need to maintain her appearance, because she’ll inevitably appear on camera and get caught by the paparazzi.  LYN: One day I walked out of the makeup trailer and discovered that everyone is taking pictures of my dog. They don’t pay attention to me anymore. My bro walked out carrying Daimi first, and I followed along behind them. I found that everyone was taking pictures of my dog. I walked past her and it was a mistake. LYN: It’s not like I want them to only take pictures of me, but they can’t ONLY take pictures of my dog and NONE of me, right? I suddenly felt like my dog is more popular than I am. C: Are you disappointed? LYN: No. C: Do you want to rethink having her endorse things now? LYN: What could she endorse? Like kibble or fur trimmers? // Didn’t someone ask my if I was unhappy today? Yeah, it’s because my artist (Daimi) is more popular than I am. I’m jealous. C: It’s time to open Daimi’s Studio. LYN: I don’t need to. I wont let her become part of the entertainment industry. Just let her be an “internet star”.  C: Let her play the female lead. LYN: Is someone going to invest in an animal-centric movie, where Daimi plays the female lead and they find another small dog to play male lead? I’ll see if there are any producers I can push her onto. Everyone else pushes people, I’m over here pushing my dog. C: Ning-ge, I want Daimi’s autograph. LYN: Is there even a market for that now? How would she do it- just a paw print? You even want a dog’s autograph. I think this game of chasing stars has gotten a little too perverse. C: Bring her with you when you do modern dramas. LYN: Let’s not... I mean, I don’t... I rarely confirm for modern dramas. I like doing guzhuangs. I guess if there’s an opportunity (for a modern drama) I can see if I can get her in it, too. She can leech off my fame.

C: Are you wrapping at the end of the year? LYN: I don’t think we’ll be able to wrap before the end of the year. Or- which new year are you referring to? We should be able to wrap in early January, just about.

C: You look handsome in modern dramas. LYN: Not particularly. You might think that when I go out to some event or stage performance I look pretty decent, but that’s only because of all the makeup they put on me! That’s makeup for the stage, and I’d be wearing stage clothes. I can’t shoot a television drama and be dressed up in it like I am for my performances. That would be weird. I’m just very average, alright? Modern dramas... will get shot again at some point, when there’s a suitable role for me. But for the moment I quite like shooting guzhuang dramas.

C: Do a mukbang when you get the chance. LYN: What should I eat? Also, what’s there to stream about? I’ve seen other artists doing mukbangs before, because I wanted to know how they go.. but I don’t think I’m suited for them. I don’t like the mood of the stream to drop. But those types of streams are more of a stress-relieving type. I... can’t manage it.

C: Lao-da do you have variety shows? LYN: No more variety shows this year, I don’t have time to pick one up I’ll probably do at least one next year though. I think it’ll be quite fun, but we’ll see.  C: Will there be a second season of The Truth? LYN: Um... let’s just say I hope there will be. C: Is (the one next year) a music variety? LYN: No, I... don’t really want to be on a music-variety. There are only a few good fixed music variety programs each year, but they just don’t work out with my schedule. Music-Varieties are at most 12 episodes, but involves a lot of preparation in terms of the music. You can spend up to three months’ worth of time on it. I really don’t have the mental capacity to split between the drama and variety show. There has to be a compromise, or else what can I do.

C: Do you still remember “The Day in the Life of an Artist”? LYN: You mean the stream I said I would do, showing you one day in my life? I remember. But didn’t I do one last time, with HZT? // Another one was going to be of me putting together my Lego sets.. and I won’t do that one because I don’t have the time to put them together.  C: Ning-ge, I started liking you through watching Fresh Chef 100. LYN: That program... is not likely to start up again. It’s hard for any program nowadays. C: Disney stream. LYN: I can still do that one... I just have to wait until the drama is done. 

- Broadcasting Platforms (by most likely to air first) :: ZC = IQiyi & Tencent | TXJ = Tencent | ALZ = Youku | BYOL = Youku | YNGS = IQiyi 

C: Will YNGS air next year? LYN: I don’t think so. Dramas at the fastest air within one year of their wrap date. But this one I think would air maybe by March 2024, at the earliest. It’s also possible that it airs at the end of the year (2024). There’s no way to predict for sure. zIt sucks for actors because they spend their time shooting a drama that doesn’t see the light of day or one or two (or more) years. You just have to keep shooting dramas and hope they come out.  LYN: So what you have to do is maintain your health and keep living. There will come a day we live to see the drama air. 

C: Talk about New Life Begings. LYN: I don’t have the time to watch it, so I don’t know what you want me to say about it. I wasn’t a part of it, I only sang the OST for it. I’m sure it’s a very good drama. You can watch when you have the time. Support it. Go support every drama I sing OSTs for, to save me some 

C: Ning-ge, the more I watch, the more I want to climb the wall (leave the fandom). LYN: ?_? That’s your own choice... but first, get out of my stream.

C: Ning-ge, how did you get the Givenchy collab? LYN: Why are you asking this in such an odd way? I... went up to their door and knocked on it, fell to my knees, kowtowed, and begged them to use me. Usually artists get these collaborations because the company themselves find your company/studio and ask to talk. They discuss the terms, duration, payment, what title you will be given, etc. Who goes around asking for these types of collaborations themselves??

- /LYN’s Work Philosophy: “I won’t put myself out just for a job.”; he does not want his staff to overwork or inconvenience themselves to get him a job, either./ LYN: It’s not necessary. If you think I’m worthy of your job, you’ll come find me. If you don’t think I’m worthy, then you can find someone else. 

C: Ning-ge, can you tell my mom “happy Birthday”? LYN: Aunty, Happy Birthday. You’re the best. I wish you health and happiness. 

C: Ning-ge, I really want to enter your team. LYN: /sigh/ If there’s a chance, we can collaborate in the future.

C: Ning-ge, people work with you because you’re a good person. LYN: I’m an average person. I tend to contract brand endorsements less frequently, and the reason for that is because I just really don’t like taking the pictures. I don’t think I look good- and when it comes time to take ad photos I find it troublesome and I’m not confident. Drama is okay, though (on video). I mostly don’t endorse things because I don’t like taking the pictures and ads. So I very rarely will sign into a contract.

C: Do a magazine shoot. LYN: There’ll be chances. The last time I did one, was the last time. With ZSX and YCY- that sort of counts as a shoot, even though it wasn’t for a magazine. That was already a huge breakthrough for me. I said, “Let’s do it. To promote the drama.” And that was the last time.

LYN: It’s about time, I’m a little tired now. I suddenly felt like I was tired. I should stop streaming. I’ll wait until there’s 30mil and then sign-off. I suddenly felt so tired, I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because I haven’t really eaten today? I ordered some noodles for lunch but I thought they weren’t very good. I had a bite and it was... bad. I guess I didn’t really eat, so now I feel a little tired. C: Low blood sugar? LYN: No, just tired. Then, I’ll just sign-off. I don’t think that I’m able to process anymore. It’s strange. Then, it’s about time.  LYN: Thanks for keeping me company. I hope you had a relaxing, wonderful, and happy night. It was great to have you and I hope you enjoyed yourselves. If you still haven’t subscribed to my weibo, you can do so. It’ll let you know the next time I start streaming. I hope... if you have time you can come watch me. :) If I don’t have anything going on in the coming weeks I’ll come to stream. Alright? Hope you had a great- what day is it?- It’s not important. Goodnight, everyone. Bye bye.

#one milllion years later.... #Liu Yuning #lyn livestream #(3:14:47) #~we are now experiencing technical difficulties~ #topics: #ning-ge's intermittent handsomeness #refuting drama gossip #some singing #fun with wigs #more singing! #[i'd been putting this one off- because i was worried abt work] #[but it turns out this was a mostly singing stream!]

[loveluvrs]

the slip up l lando norris x reader

request/summary – lando and reader are in a secret established relationship, until lando accidentally slips up on stream

author's notes – first piece of writing, feedback appreciated!!! this is just my thoughts written down honestly, i didn’t have much idea where i was going with it so enjoy.

Max was streaming with Lando at his place. Lando drags his feet over to the stream room, sitting on a chair next to Max. He was scrolling on his phone, trying to pass the time. 

“Mate, I’m gonna leave, you’re being so boring,” Lando joked under his breath as he ran a hand through his hair. 

“I’ll make things more interesting then. Chat, wanna know something really interesting about Lando?” Max asked with a mischievous smile as he looked back at Lando. Lando watched with suspicion of what max could say next. 

“Lando’s got a secret girlfriend,” Max sings to annoy Lando. Lando’s eyes shot up, his heart pounding as he turned off his phone, the same phone he was using to text you, his girlfriend. “I don’t, chat, don’t listen to him. He’s just trying to piss me off,” Lando says as he shoots Max a glare. 

—————

A few months later, everyone has chalked up that interaction to Max simply trying to annoy and rile up Lando, and no one thought much of it. On a miracle of a night in spring, Lando was in Monaco and decided to stream. He had a hoodie on, his hair all messy, but a smile on his face. About an hour into the stream, I knock on the door of his stream room quietly. Lando immediately turned off his video and mic, telling chat to give him a minute. 

I walk in, a black slip dress on with a cropped white cardigan, my hair and makeup done all fancy. “Hi, baby,” Lando says as he pulls me in by the waist, onto his lap. “Girls night tonight, right?” He says with a soft smile. He always makes sure to pay attention to anything I’ve mentioned to him, including my plans to hang out with Lily and Carmen tonight, Alex and George’s girlfriends. 

I hum in response. “Yeah, we’re gonna get dinner and then take some Instagram photos,” I say as I stand up from his lap, “you like the dress? It’s new.” I give him a little twirl to show off the dress. 

Lando smiles brightly. “I love it, baby, you look gorgeous. Like always,” he says as he leans in for a kiss. “Text me when you’re done and need me to pick you up, yeah?” I nod and smile. 

Once I leave, Lando puts his headset back on, turning his mic and camera back on. He scrunches up his face as he’s met by shouting from Max into his headset. “What’s your problem, man?” Lando asks with confusion. Max sighs. “Lando, you had your mic on the whole time. People heard that whole conversation and I was trying to tell you but as always, you ignored me,” Max says with some frustration in his voice, but mostly amusement. 

“Oh,” Lando says as he realizes what has happened. Not knowing what to do, Lando panics and ends stream. 

When my friends and I reach the restaurant, we find it pouring rain, which was the most of our worries since the restaurant was outdoor. With frowns, we all pile back into the car and drive ourselves home. I arrive home only twenty minutes after I left, my dress soaked. My brows furrow in confusion to see Lando on the couch on his phone when i come back, and not on stream. 

I slip off my shoes. “I thought you were streaming?” I ask softly as I make my way over to him. “What happened to you? You’re all soaked! Here, let me get you a towel and you can get dressed into some of my hoodie and sweats to get comfy,” Lando says, trying to avoid the fact that he had just live streamed his whole conversation with his girlfriend. 

I saw the panic in Lando’s eyes. “Stop,” I say as I stood in front of him, “what did you do?” Lando shoots me a bright grin. “I love you, babe. So so much. And you know I’d do anything for you.” This made me even more suspicious. “Lan,” I say as my eyes narrowed.

“Okay, okay. I might have forgotten to mute my mic when we were talking right before you left. I swear I thought I had turned it off!” He says as he panics before beginning to ramble. “And I called you baby, and gorgeous, and your voice was heard too. And Max was telling me the whole time through my headset, but it was off and even if it were on, you know I don’t think about anything else when I’m with you. And there were thousands of people on the stream and you specifically told me you wanted to keep it private because you didn’t want to get hate crimed by the fans and you wouldn’t be able to handle it and I mean, I wanted to but it just slipped and im so so sorry but-“ He stops in confusion when a giggle escapes my lips. “Why aren’t you upset?” He asks slowly.

I smile as I slip my arms around his neck, his hands instinctively wrapping around my waist. “Well. Number one, you’re cute when you panic. Number two, no one saw me, so it’s okay. I mean, considering how in love you are with me, they were bound to find out at some point that you had a girlfriend,” I tease with a smile tugging at my lips. 

He scoffs and rolls his eyes playfully at me. “Okay, yeah. I am absolutely in love with you. Still, you’re not bothered by this?” he asks slowly, hesitation lacing his voice.

“I promise I’m not. It was a mistake. Plus, that just means it’s gonna be all the more fun trying to watch them figure out who it is you’re dating,” I say playfully with a giggle. 

“That’s true,” Lando says softly with a hum, “I love you.”

“I love you too. Although, don’t make me have to have you on adult supervision every time you stream now to make sure nothing else slips out of your mouth,” I tease as I playfully poke his side. 

“Ah! Okay okay, promise,” he says with a giggle as he leans in for a gentle and loving kiss.

#lando norris x reader #lando norris imagines #lando norris oneshot #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic

[uvuyai]

“Wanting You Only” 𓆪

Minors DNI, below this point below includes suggestive wording, disturbing content and nsfw parts and such.

✧ꔛ˚┆➤𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒; 𝗬𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗕𝗢𝗬 𝗖𝗢𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗚𝗘 𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗠 𝗫 𝗚𝗡! 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥

✧ꔛ˚┆➤𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: suggestive, introduction,

✧ꔛ˚┆➤𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘.» Being with clingy roommates is really a pain, due to them being clingy and letting you barely go out, maybe you should step up but they made you step down.

✧ꔛ˚┆➤ 𝐓𝐖// collage au, poly relations, delusional, gore, killing, suggestive thoughts, mentions of impregnation, mentioned breeding kink, underwear stealing, size difference,

THE PROTECTOR 𓆪

✎ When you first met Axel, he came off as the poker faced "if i talk to you your dead" type of guy is what i imagined. He has long black hair that was tied into a rats tail with red eyes. You thought he was popular despite the way he gets love letters from various girls around campus.

✎ When Both you and Axel agreed to become acquainted with each other and move in, he started to be more less stoned faced and rather being more helpful. Whenever you go out he comes with you saying that you can get abducted at any given moment. You give him a small laugh which makes his pale cheeks turn bright pink.

✎ When cooking with each other, he usually stands behind you which you deemed un-normal for people as friends to do with each other since it is a very intimate thing when it comes to relationships which you weren't in. He shakes it off as it's nothing far too bad. It's clearly a lie but it's not as clear to you.

✎ When you're out with friends, he quickly goes into your dirty laundry and steals it for other reasons since he misses your scent around him.

✎ He doesn't let you in his rooms where he has a bunch of deadbolt locks on his door only he could enter through. What he has inside is cum stained underwear, pictures of you in the kitchen, living room or hanging out with friends.(the friends have black marker x's on their faces while you have small and bigger hearts around your face. Maybe he has a picture of you sleeping. Just maybe..

✎ In the mere future, he wishes to be married to you one way or another. Maybe includes a smaller version of you and him in the mix as well. That might just sound like a fantasy don't ya think? (He imagines how your walls would feel around him, orgasm after orgasm till he deems your filled to the brim with his cum.)

THE LONER 𓆪

✎ When Axel brought you too meet his family one day, you got well acquainted with his two year younger brother, Lance. He has bags under his eyes which were caused by his insomnia. When he moved in with you and Axel, there were some bumpy bumps here and there. Usually fights would break off which was circled around you most of the time.

✎ He has golden fluffy hair and lime green eyes. He is very pale and seems too much of an introverted person. Lance has pretty good grades and is in the student council. You respect him and try to help hime with his needs.

✎ And random times at night(mostly 12), he would come bursting into your room with tears streaming down his cheeks as his dug his face into your chest. He asks you to sing to him and you nod your head and proceed to sing him to sleep. Sometimes he fakes it and just wants to be in your warmth.

✎ He technically picks a fight with his brother for the sake of it. Axel knows he does it for your attention and your comfort which Lance knows he isn't much of a fan of.

✎ He's just like his brother, when you are gone or sometimes when your just chilling in the living room, he sneaks into the laundry room and steals some of your underwear. He doesn't cum do anything to it, he usually just wants to get off your scent. It takes his mind off the stress since he's been through a lot.

✎ Some days when you study with him, he often wishes you were on top of him, making him scream and beg for you while you squeeze around him. He wishes Axel and the others to hear what you're doing to him.

✎ He cherishes the fact that you and him could married one day since you look after him like he's your child or husband

THE JOCK 𓆪

✎ When Freddy first saw you in one of his classes, he quickly grew fond of you. He was amazed you weren't chasing him around or trying to get his attention. You were just a normal person in college.

✎ Freddy has long brown shoulder length hair with blue eyes. They look like sapphires when they glow. He is pretty cocky so he's the type to be a playful dom. When he looks down at you when you're in front of him, he just can't imagine how cute you look(He could see you squirming under him as you take his large cock).

✎ Everytime he glances at the crowd at his games, he always spots you in the crowd smiling at him. The world feels as if it went in slow motion. It gave him a little boost as he touched the goal.

✎ He likes to steal your attention away from Axel And Lance. He's the type to sling both of his arms around their shoulders with an outburst attitude. He is pretty rich and would spoil the hell out of you. He's like your sugar daddy but you don't get too intimate with him.

✎ Freddy is quite the trouble maker. When you're gone for too long or even for a minute, he won't steal your underwear. He'll rather steal your shirts that you don't wear often or things you use in your daily life, like a hair brush or a plush.

THE AVOIDER 𓆪

✎ Xavier is technically Axel if they were twins. When you met Xavier he just gave you a face of scowl and walked off but deep inside his heart sped up by a thousand.

✎ Xavier has curly dirty blonde hair and hazel brown eyes. He's pretty fit and actually has a pretty healthy schedule.

✎ When you became roommates, he didn't ask you for anything rather you had to ask him. He'd often shoo you off but after a few 'pretty pleasee' and puppy eyes, he'll face palm your face softly and he'll help you with whatever.

✎ He's pretty good friends with Axel, maybe friends since highschool. He despises you and Freddy since you both are annoying and whiny. But he has a soft spot for you so he despises you by a 1%.

✎ When he sees you with someone he has rivalry with, he'll try to ruin their reputation or slip some illegal contraband in their bag and report then to the school counselor.

✎ Xavier likes to send you gifts so he's your secret admirer but he lives with you. He likes to send you notes between you too so he's also your pen pal.

✎ He sulks a lot and finds your pillows for comfort since your scent is soothing and he likes you very much and he'll take it to the heart. He'll only do this when you're gone but when you're in your room and he's sulking he'll knock on your door and ask if he can chill with you.(there are times when he'll slide his hand over your thigh.)

A/N ; I know it's been a long time since I've posted but I'm back!

#thirst.𓆪 #✎ Collage boys #✎ Yandere harem #✎ yandere #yandere oc #yandere harem #✎ Suggestive 𓆪 #*SXXHIJKOX 𓆪 #✎ New theme #yandere smut #𓆩RI.𓆪 #𓆩!smutty.𓆪 #yandere x reader

[coldfanbou]

Banding Together

Alright, everyone, here is the fic I was talking about. The first lady you see is Hyun-Jung of Rolling Quartz, while the second is Magenta of QWER. I love both bands and wanted to write them, so here we are with them. Also, yes, the title is a pun because they are both in a band. Please enjoy.

Length 3K

Magenta x Mreader X HyunJung

Sitting at an empty bar, you sip your drink while waiting for your friend. The small chime of the bell alerted you to her entrance. “What took you so long?” You ask, turning to face the door. You note someone else standing with her.

“I was bringing a friend,” she chides, giving you a slight wink. Hyun-Jung wore a simple white dress that suited her well, considering her blonde hair, which turned light blue. You look over and recognize the face. 

“And it’s someone I know.” You finish the last of your drink before ordering another, “Boss, serve the ladies whatever they’d like.” You tell the bartender before standing up. “It’s nice to meet you.” 

“It’s nice to meet you, too. I’m Min-hee.” She greets you, bowing slightly. Min-hee wears a white button-up shirt, a low black vest, and a gray skirt.

“I know. You’re Magenta of Qwer. How do you know Hyun-Jung?” 

“We started talking a while ago. I really like her music, and I complimented her online. We started talking a little afterward, and we’ve gone out a few times.” 

“That’s great. It’s nice to know Hyun-Jung had friends.” Hyun-Jung slaps your shoulder before taking a seat next to you. 

“Boss, the most expensive drink you have,” she says, eyeing you. Shaking your head, you sit back down in your seat. Magenta sits next to Hyun-Jung. “Oh, make it two, Boss.” Hyun-Jung giggles as she puts one hand on Magenta’s shoulder. “We’re going to drink all night!” She says, happy as can be. Sighing in response, you down your drink. 

“Have you two ever played together? I mean, Hyun-Jung is a guitarist, and you're a bassist, Magenta.” 

Magenta shakes her head, “We haven’t played together at all. We mostly go to karaoke and sing our hearts out. Plus, I still stream…”

“What does that have to do with anything?” Magenta lets out a slight snort before giggling. “I just mean that you two could still play together for fun.”

Magenta waves you off, “I get it, I get it. You just said that so plainly.” She grabs her drink, wrapping her lips around the straw and taking a sip before continuing. “We just like to relax together, so we go out to sing.”

Hyun-Jung interrupts your conversation, leaning forward to block your line of sight of Magenta. “Am I just a third wheel on your guys' date?” She bangs her fist against the counter. “Don’t just ignore me.” Hyun-Jung’s anger makes you both laugh. 

“Oh, relax. We’re just chatting.” Hyun-Jung huffs and down the last of her drink. “Take your time drinking; you know how you can get.”

“I’ll be fine. You have to watch out for Min-hee. She’s the one that gets wild.” 

Magenta shakes her friend, “I’m not that bad!” She whines. Hyun-Jung laughs, knowing she’s getting to her friend. 

The three of you stay at the bar until late into the night. Both women were drunk after the many drinks they had at your expense. “I know I said today was on me, but couldn’t you two have taken it a little easy?” 

“No, free drinks are free drinks,” Hyun-Jung says, hiccups overtaking her as she stumbles out of the bar. Magenta wasn’t fairing much better, holding onto Hyun-Jung before falling to the ground. Her face was red, and she continued to pull on Hyun-Jung’s white dress from the ground. Hyun-Jung grabbed the end of her dress, pulling back on it. “You’re going to make everything spill out!” She yelled. What she said was true, though; Magenta’s pulling nearly made one of Hyun-Jung’s tits pop out of her dress. 

“I need help!” Magenta whined. Her previously pristine outfit was dirtied from the fall, and the wine she had spilled on herself earlier. As you looked down at the fallen woman, you glanced at her cleavage. Magenta had unbuttoned her shirt just a little in an attempt to dry her shirt. 

You squat down in front of the drunk woman, “Come on, I’ll carry you to the station.” Magenta sniffles before letting go of Hyun-Jung’s dress and climbing you. You grip her thighs tightly as you stand up, feeling her arms tighten their grip around you as she presses herself against you.  

“You live nearby; let’s stay at your house.” Hyun-Jung’s says as she wraps her arms around yours to support herself. 

“Are you sure? Magenta, what do you think?”

“I wouldn’t mind staying with you.” She says softly. 

“Alright, then. Let’s get going.” 

Along the way home, you feel Magenta rubbing against you. Hyun-Jung seemed completely unaware as Magenta planted her lips on your neck. “Thanks for the night out. Is there any way I could pay you back?” She whispered, adding extra emphasis to any. “I’m sure I could find a good way once we get to your home.” 

Magenta kissed your neck again, her soft lips lingering there. You felt her small tongue lick your neck; it sent a shiver down your spine. You stayed silent, not wanting to give her any attention. “Hey, are we there yet?” Hyun-Jung asked as if to remind you she was there, too. 

“Nearly there, Hyun-Jung.” You continue walking, your arms getting tired from carrying the flirty Magenta.

“I’m getting cold,” Hyun-Jung complained. 

“This is why I told you to bring a jacket,” you reply, nearing your apartment. “Just hold on a little longer. We’re nearly there.” Once you entered the main building, you let Magenta down. “You can walk the rest of the way. I’m getting a little tired.” 

Magenta rests against you, her arms wrapping themselves around your neck. You feel her rub her leg against yours as she brings it up. “What if you carried me like this?” She says in a low voice, jumping up and wrapping her legs around your waist. The sudden weight nearly brings you both down, forcing you to react. You place your hands on her ass as you take a step forward, attempting to balance yourself. Magenta takes the opportunity to shift her weight, smacking your face with her breasts. You’re getting aroused; Magenta was a beautiful woman throwing herself at you.

“Min-Hee! What are you doing?” Hyun-Jung says, trying to get her friend off you.

Magenta clings to you fiercely, “What?! I’m just holding on so he can carry me! Don’t be jealous!” Magenta shakes her head as Hyun-Jung tries to get her off you. After some struggles, Hyun-Jung was able to pry Magenta off you. Magenta pouts as she sits on the cold floor, “You just want him for yourself.”

“That’s not true. I don’t even want him.” The words sting a little, but you know it wasn’t meant as an insult. You grab Magenta’s hand and pull her to her feet before continuing to your apartment. 

You each slip your shoes off at the entrance before heading further inside your home. “I’m going to the bathroom,” Hyun-Jung says, leaving you and Magenta alone. You take a seat on your couch and shut your eyes for a moment, tired from carrying the drunk woman. Magenta stays rooted to where she’s standing, her hands behind her back as she spins from side to side. After the door to the bathroom shuts, she looks down, unbuttoning her vest before walking over to you. You only notice when you feel her straddle you; opening your eyes, you meet hers. Magenta presses her lips against yours; her delicate hands cup your cheeks before sliding down your neck and moving toward your hands. At your wrists, she brings your hands to her tiny waist. Magenta breaks the kiss, a small strand of saliva keeping you connected as she places her hands on your chest. 

“I’m going to repay you,” She says with a sly smile. She kisses you again as her hands move down to your pants, undoing your belt and pulling your dick out. Magenta’s hand moves slowly down your shaft, making you groan into her kiss. You snake your hands under her shirt, feeling her smooth skin as your hands move up her sides. Blocked by her black bra, your hands reach around her, unlatching it. “Naughty boy,” Magenta whispers as her grip tightens. Magenta uses her other hand to rub the head of your cock, her thumb moving across the tip, becoming covered in a layer of precum. 

You open up the rest of her shirt as she strokes your cock. You cup the underside of one of her tits, shaking it slightly and watching it jiggle as your other hand rubs her thigh. Magenta’s light moans turn you on. As she kisses you again, you pull her closer, feeling the heat coming from her core. Magenta pulls her shirt off and breaks the kiss. Pressing her tits against her chest, you lean forward, kissing her neck as she places her hands on your shoulders. “I can feel your cock twitching.” Magenta coos. She looks down at you, smiling as she pushes your head away. She reaches down, grabs it, and moves her hand along the shaft slowly, “I know you want to be inside me already, but you have to be patient.” She says, getting off you and kneeling. She spreads your legs apart slowly, sneaking in between them. 

Grabbing your cock again, she moves her hand up and down the shaft, smiling as she feels the warmth from it. Watching it leak precum, Magenta leans in and drags her tongue along the head. “Mmm, nice and salty.” She says before taking another lick; this time, Magenta wraps her lips around the head, her tongue swirling around it. You throw your head back and moan. Magetna’s small tongue teases you, going around the tip of your cock, only to stop midway and go in the other direction. Magenta slowly bobs her head, turning it slightly so your cock rubs the inside of her cheek. She pops you out of her mouth for a brief second, “Do you like it?” She says, continuing to stroke your cock.

“What are you two doing?!” Hyun-Jung yells, returning from the bathroom.

“What do you think?” Magenta says before she drags her tongue along the underside of your shaft. “I’m giving our host a nice treat.” Magenta stuffs her mouth with your cock, bobbing her head and turning her complete focus over to you. Hyun-Jung stands there in complete shock as Magenta continues to pleasure you, her tongue coating your cock in a layer of saliva. Feeling your orgasm coming, Magenta focuses on the head, running her tongue back and forth across the tip, making you squirm. Your hips start to move uncontrollably as you near your orgasm; Magenta’s gentle hand tries to keep you still as her tongue laps at your cock.

“Magneta, I’m cumming,” You groan as you buck your hips. Magenta sucks on the head, feeling your warm cum coat her tongue as she milks you by stroking your shaft. Hyun-Jung watches as Magenta’s throat flexes and relaxes as she drinks your cum. She feels a growing wetness in her panties as she watches the scene unfold. Her right-hand moves down her dress, rubbing her folds as she watches Magenta pull away and show you an empty mouth. 

Magenta glances over at Hyun-Jung; seeing her friend getting active, she draws attention to it. “I guess you want some, too, huh, Hyun-Jung,” She says, slapping her face with your limp cock. Hyun-Jung gulps, unable to say a word. “It’s okay; you don’t have to say anything. Just come over here. I’ll even make room for you.” Magenta scoots to the side and waves Hyun-Jung closer. She remains standing in place momentarily, considering her options before eventually moving toward you. She kneels before your, eyeing your cock. “I have just the thing to get this little guy hard again,” Magenta announces before pulling on Hyun-Jung’s dress, getting her tits out. Only now did you see Hyun-Jung hadn’t been wearing a bra. “There we go.” She says with a proud smile on her face. “Now we just do this,” Magenta presses her tits against your cock and pulls Hyun-Jung to do the same. Magenta presses her tits against Hyun-Jung’s, trapping your cock in the middle as they begin to move. You can feel their nipples rub against your cock. Hyun-Jung watches you carefully, listening to your moans. The women feel your cock come back, growing hard between their tits. 

“It’s back,” Magenta says to herself. Hyun-Jung, I’ll let you go first.” Hyun-Jung is taken aback by Magenta’s words. She hadn’t expected her friend to give her the first chance. The pair stand up, with Magenta getting behind Hyun-Jung. She raised the bottom of Hyun-Jung’s dress, revealing her white panties. “Aww, look at you trying to look pure, unnie.” The teasing makes Hyun-Jung blush, and the redness on her face gets stronger as Magenta moves her panties to the side. “Look at this little pussy. Aren’t you a lucky man?” Magenta says as she pushes Hyun-Jung onto you. Magenta helps you and Hyun-Jung along, aligning you with her cunt and pushing her friend onto your cock. 

“O-oh,” Hyu-Jung lets out a staggered moan as she feels your cock enter her. Magenta’s lips on the back of her neck arouse her further, and as you begin to move Hyun-Jung’s voice reigns free, filling the room as you stuff her with your cock. Magenta toys with her friend, squeezing her tits as Hyun-Jung bounces on your cock. You grip Hyun-Jung’s waist, your hands digging into her soft flesh as you pull her down. You nip at the other side of her neck, giving her more pleasure. With the mass of hands and lips touching her Hyun-Jung begins to lose herself to the pleasure, her warm walls squeeze down on your cock. 

“Unnie, it looks like you’re having a lot of fun. Do you like riding him that much?” 

“Mhmm, I-I love it.” Magenta plants her lips on Hyun-Jung’s while continuing to play with her tits. Her fingers trapping Hyun-Jung’s nipples and pulling them taut, making the older woman moan. 

“I love playing with you, unnie. Your tits are so soft.” Magenta whispers into Hyun-Jung’s ear. “You don’t mind if I get a taste, do you?” 

“What?” Hyun-Jung mumbles before feeling Magenta latch onto her tit. She looks down to see her friend suckling on her tit, feeling Magenta’s tongue swirl around her nipple. You do the same, getting her other nipple. Hyun-Jung holds you both to her chest, keeping you in place and becoming a moaning mess. Her cunt holds you tightly, clamping down around your head as she nears her climax. “Shit, I’m cumming.” You squeeze Hyun-Jung; her soft body is perfect for it. Your thrusts continue to speed up, your cock twitching wildly inside her. You bury your cock inside Hyun-Jung, holding her down as your cum paints her walls white. Hyun-Jung cries out as she feels the hot cum rush into her body; she grinds against you taking every drop. 

Magenta watches on happily, eagerly awaiting her turn. She rubs her clit through her panties, whimpering as she has to wait for Hyun-Jung to get off you. 

You kiss Hyun-Jung as you feel her walls squeeze the tip of your cock for more. She returns it, her tongue lazily tracing your lips as you help her off. Hyun-Jung falls back onto the floor, her legs too weak to hold her up. 

Seeing this, Magenta has a lightbulb moment. She crawls over the tired woman, coming face-to-face with Hyun-Jung. Magenta looks over her shoulder to you, raising her ass and arching her back. She shakes it from side to side, telling you to hurry up. You kneel down, holding her tiny waist with one hand while the other moves her panties to the side. Magenta was ready, her cunt slick with her nectar. You can push in with ease, sliding into the deepest parts. Magenta muffled her moans by kissing Hyun-Jung. The older woman could barely return the kiss and let Magenta explore her mouth. You gave Magenta hard thrusts, impaling her. You snuck your hands around her body, squeezing one of her tits and flicking her clit with the other hand. Magenta pushed her ass against you, loving how your cock was ruining her. She held Hyun-Jung’s hands, holding them by the older woman’s head as she forced her tongue into her mouth.  “You’re so tight, Magenta.” You groan. Magenta’s cunt felt like it was tightening around you with every thrust. As you played with her clit, you could feel her tight abs as your forearm rubbed against them. It seemed like she had trained her entire body.

You pull away slowly, holding her waist as you ram your cock into her cunt. Magenta’s moans slowly grow louder despite using Hyun-Jung to silence them. You raise one of your hands high into the air and bring it down on her ass, a deafening clap filling the room. Magenta felt the lingering sting on her ass. Her eyes began to roll into the back of her head as you delivered another strike. Magenta was forced to break her kiss with Hyun-Jung. She began to lap at the older woman’s neck hungrily. “Unnie, I’m going to cum. I’m gonna cum!” She cried out, her grip on Hyun-Jung tightening as her walls clamped down on your cock. Magenta pressed her ass against you, making your cock kiss her womb as she came. Your thrusts continued for another moment before you drove it deep into Magenta and filled her cunt with the first shot of cum. You pulled out and stroked your cock, painting her toned back with your cum before falling back.

You all lay on the floor, tired and wasted from the night. The next morning you woke up to the sight of the women holding each other, with Magenta suckling on Hyun-Jung’s tit as she slept. Magenta still had your cum on her back while Hyun-Jung lay in a pool of it.  Hyun-Jung’s dress would be ruined, while Magenta’s clothes were relatively untouched. You got up slowly and shook them both awake. Magenta smiled as she saw the near-naked  Hyun-Jung. “Unnie, last night was fun. We should do it again.” She said with a smile. Magenta looked at you and winked, telling you she wanted more times like last night. 

Hyun-Jung shook her head slowly, “Never again. This hangover is killing me.” She said, not realizing she was half-naked and filled with cum.

#kpop smut #male reader #m reader #Rolling Quartz smut #Choi HyunJung smut #Magenta smut #qwer smut

[bratzforchris]

Hello! Would you be okay with writing a fix about Johnnie dating a famous singer and they make an appearance on one of his videos/streams just for something cute? Thank you I hope you’re doing well!

Can't Help Falling In Love

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Summary: A Saturday morning stream turns into a mini concert for you and Johnnie

Pairing: Johnnie x feminine and singer!reader

Warnings: Tooth rooting fluff None!

Word Count: 776

A/N: Thank you for the request! Also, this is my favorite picture of Johnnie ever OOO WAH AH AH AH AH

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“Fucking hell! What the fuck?”

You chuckled as you listened to Johnnie cursing at the computer from his streaming room upstairs. You were in the kitchen, pouring yourself a cup of coffee and enjoying the rainy morning. You’d been in the studio late last night, recording tracks for your upcoming album. You had wanted to stay in bed with your boyfriend all morning, sleeping the day away, but Johnnie had promised his followers that he would stream this morning, and you knew you couldn’t take him away from his career. 

And so, you shot him a quick ‘Can I join?’ text, both because you missed your lover and because you were curious to see what in the world he was yelling about. Johnnie texted you back almost immediately, telling you to come on up. Even though you were in your pajamas, you practically raced up the stairs. You loved being involved in Johnnie’s streams, mostly because you two would either play silly games, or either making one of Johnnie’s video essays and laughing at the crazy people.

“Hey babe!” he exclaimed as soon as you opened the door. 

The chat immediately exploded when you came into the frame. You chuckled, smiling and sitting down on your boyfriend’s lap as you kissed his cheek. The fans immediately in ‘AWWWWW’ and things of that nature. You were very lucky in the sense that both your and Johnnie’s fans were extremely supportive of your relationship and you didn’t have to hide it on social media or from the paparazzi. 

“When does the new album come out, Y/N?” You read aloud. “That, my friend, is a secret.” You giggled. 

Johnnie blushed, kissing your cheek. “They adore you.”

“I adore you,” You snaked your hand around the nape of Johnnie’s neck, kissing him softly. “Now, what the hell were you screaming about?” You laughed. 

“This fucking game,” Johnnie gestured towards his computer, where some kind of horror game was pulled up. “It’s rigged.”

“I’m sure it is.” You hummed sarcastically, cuddling into his chest. 

Your boyfriend eyed the chat as it raced with cute, supportive things for you two and gifts flooded the screen until one comment caught his eye. 

“Do a duet,” he read. “Well, you guys have to ask Y/N if she’s up to singing. She was in the studio late last night.”

You let the fans go crazy for a moment before speaking. “I think that would be fun.” You giggled. 

You stood up off Johnnie’s lap, allowing him to grab his iconic painted card guitar. Since Johnnie’s guitar would be in his lap, you pulled another chair into the frame, sitting down into it and smiling. Even though you were in a messy bun and no makeup with Jack Skellington pants and Johnnie was also in pajamas, you knew the following clips would probably go viral. You didn’t mind, though. You loved this boy with your whole heart, and this was love in its purest form. Just you two, the people that supported you, and your shared love of music. 

“Should we sing our song for them?” Johnnie asked, sitting down in his streaming chair once again and tuning his guitar softly. 

You nodded happily as Johnnie began to softly strum the chords to ‘Can’t Help Falling In Love’. As you began to sing, everything else faded away, and it was just you and Johnnie, looking into each other’s eyes as he played and you sang. 

“Cause I can’t help falling in love with you,” You hit a high note as he strummed the last chord and then happily smiled. “There you go, guys. I hope you enjoyed that.”

Despite being an extremely famous singer, your cheeks were still flushed red when singing for the chat, but as soon as you saw the outpouring of love, all the embarrassment faded away. You loved Johnnie, he loved you, and the fans were happy for you both. The screen filled with gifts from viewers again, and you moved into Johnnie’s lap, kissing him softly and sensually. 

“Well guys, I hate to end the stream, but I gotta go hang out with my girl. Maybe I can convince her to make waffles.” Johnnie chuckled. 

“You don’t need to convince me. I’ll be waiting downstairs.” You stood up off Johnnie’s lap and pecked his cheek, waving goodbye to the stream. 

Your heart was practically exploding with love for your boyfriend as you wandered to the kitchen, but you couldn’t say that you were mad about it. if anything, it would make great content for your next album, and Johnnie couldn’t say he would be mad about being your muse.

#johnnie guilbert #johnnie guilbert fanfiction #johnnie guilbert smut #johnnie guilbert fic #johnnie guilbert fluff #johnnie guilbert fanfic #jake webber fanfiction #jake webber fanfic #jake webber smut #jake webber fluff #jake webber #jake and johnnie #the tinas #tara yummy #fanfic #johnnie and jake #youtubers

[kookies2000]

TADC Actor AU

An AU where the characters are actors, Roger Rabbit style. We had fun in the Bunny Doll Burrow.

Characters list

Pomni 📖

A quiet girl who writes books in her free time. She started her career on TV in Japan, where she was born. She was under contract to do commercials and modeling until she moved to the USA to study accounting. She meets Caine when he opens an account with her. Thanks to him, she gets into show business again in a much healthier manner. Helping in commercials again and smaller roles in films. After she and Caine get married, he helps her get her first major role as the Jester in The Amazing Digital Circus series.

Caine ⭐️

Was born into show business. Literally, his mom went into labor in the middle of a circus act, and she had to birth him inside the pool behind the circus tent. His family owns a circus in Vegas and is known as the most glamorous family in Nevada. Because of this, he started as a child star and learned how to maintain a healthy work environment for performers thanks to his family. His family hired Bubble to be his agent when Caine turned 18. Because of his impressive record in show business, bright and happy personality, he is a well-known A tier actor. He agreed to play the ringmaster in TADC as long as his wife, Pomni, can have a role.

Ragatha 🎀

Super kind and sweet. Started show business in college with her best friend Kaufmo. The two were close and did auditions together. She is mostly known for smaller films that are very artsy. Those 3 hour long films that have a hidden meaning? Yeah, she likes doing those kinds of films. Art runs in her vains, and she doesn't care much about how much money she gains. As long as she has enough to get by in life and does what she enjoys, she is happy. She does modeling thanks to Kaufmo, acting like a part-time agent for her. One day, Kaufmo calls her up about a role he's auditioning for in TADC and convinces her to audition. At the auditions, she meets a bunny who is also auditioning for the role Kaufmo is auditioning for. She gets the role, and so does Kaufmo. Until one rainy day, they get into a car crash, causing Kaufmos death.

Jax 🐰

A ball of fluff with an ego. He is well loved by many actors and others in the show business. He helps out mostly backstage as an understudy on Broadway, stunt double, and a vocal and actor coach. He helped and taught famous actors like Angel Dust from Hazbin Hotel, Rocky from Lackadaisy, and N from Murder Drones. His students describe him as a fun, whacky, and kind guy. He does impressions, too. He substituted for Angel Dust's voice in the song Addiction when he was sick. And he substituted other lines for other stars when they couldn't. Like when Rocky was recovering from vocal surgery, Jax took over and did the monologue Rocky does while he throws dynamite. Jax auditioned to be the bully in TADC and met a kind doll. But he didn't get the part that day. Until a month later, he gets a call that they are recasting, and he got the part. Tadc will be his first major role in his career, and he's beyond excited to be a part of it.

Gangel 🎭

A steamer and a theater kid since middle school. She streams video games, reactions, and acting/singing tips. Her goal is to get to 1 million followers on her platforms and have fun. She was bullied as a kid and just wants to make others happy. She gets help from her fiancé Zooble in her streams. She loves posting everything she does and gets over excited by everything. Her favorite things to react to are anime shows, and she loves video games. One day, she hears about the auditions for TADC and rushes Zooble to audition with her. Zoobel refuses to audition and just takes Gangel. Gangel gets a part, and she streams it right away. She has trouble keeping secrets, by the way. She'll most likely post about anything by accident.

Zooble 🔺️

Tattoo artist and owns her own shop. She was never interested in acting or singing. They were always bullied for looking different than most toons. Very quiet, camera shy, and keeps to themselves. Until someone makes fun of Gangel. They are super supportive of their fiancé and help Gangel whenever they can. They aren't afraid to go internet warrior mode if they see someone picking on Gangel. One day, Gangel begs them to take her to the auditions for TADC. At the studio, the ones in charge automatically take a liking to Zoobles unique look. Mentioning how it matches the circus theme. They wanted to create a role just for them, but Zooble tried to reject the offer. Until Gangel convinces them.

Kinger ♟️

Both a director and actor with his wife Queenie. He is a family man and makes some of the best movies. He loves musicals and helps with soundtracks. He started doing show business in his mid twenties when he found a talent in storytelling and started making scripts. Step by step, he became a director and actor. He didn't really audition for TADC. They called him up if he could help write the show, and he just somehow ended up in the show when they couldn't find a good fit for the role of Loony Man.

Bubbel 🫧

Part time agent, part time fashion designer and full time drag queen. Enough said.

#tadc #the amazing digital circus #jax x ragatha #ragatha x jax #pomni x caine #caine x pomni #gangel x Zooble #zoobel x gangel #tadc pomni #tadc caine #tadc ragatha #tadc jax #tadc gangle #tadc zooble #tadc kinger #actor au

[dazednmatthews]

Headcanons for Chris being with a girl w a completely different music taste than him 🤭 I'm thinking she's taking him to metal concerts, alternative stores w all kinds of shirts and belts and leather, overall how do you think that would go, his reactions at first and all 🙏

okay i tweaked the request just a bit but i hope it still suffices!

chris x music lover!gf

-we all know chris loves music very much

-so when he meets you and you guys start dating he’s absolutely ecstatic to find out you do too

-the difference between chris and you is that while he can enjoy any type of music if it really appeals to him, you genuinely love every type

-exchanging playlists is a must!

-“baby! i made you a playlist.”

-“another one?” he smiles fondly.

-“yes but this one is for that specific outfit you wore when we went to the beach. like it just inspired me.”

-you’re always dragging him to record stores and to hunt for vintage cds for your collections

-he loves going to your apartment because it’s full to the BRIM with posters of your favorite artists, guitar picks, tour setlists— the whole nine

-he typically gets you concert tickets for holidays, anniversaries and your birthday because it’s what you spend most of your money on anyway

-he loves going with you to them because he loves to see you in your element. singing the songs with your whole heart, dancing to the music and smiling so big it makes him the happiest he’s ever been

-one time, at a concert for an artist you’d loved for many, many years, he caught you mumbling along to a song that resonated with you deeply. there were tears streaming down your face as you held your phone with shaky hands. he took the phone out of them, pressing a quick kiss to your temple. when you looked at him confused, eyes red but makeup still in tact, he says, “just be here, right now, ma. i know how much this means to you. i got this.”

-you didn’t think you could love him any fucking more than that moment.

-he constantly proves you wrong though. he’s just good like that.

-sometimes there are certain artists and songs chris really can’t get behind, mostly your metal/pop punk/ punk rock bands but it doesn’t stop him from trying

-“well… i’m glad you like it, baby.”

-he’s always getting you merch

-for your first anniversary he got you matching guitar pick necklaces that were engraved and you loved it so much you made sure to show him just how much

-listening to music together is one of your favorite things to do

-you’re sitting on his bed, music playing from his tv. sometimes you’re smoking a joint, you draped over his lap while you pass it back and forth and exchange lazy kisses.

-sometimes you’re jumping around, dancing together while laughing manically while the tv is blasting, matt and nick trying to bust the door down because of the volume

-“chris! turn that shit the fuck down or i swear to god i’m going to beat the fuck out of you!”

-you never listen

-the next morning is full of scowls but usually it’s you making breakfast so they’re fine

-sometimes, your favorite times, you’ll be reading and chris will be working on something while sitting in bed together, music playing softly in the background. a song will come on and he’ll look over at you, admiring you. when you notice, you raise an eyebrow. “what?” he shakes his head. “nothing. i just love you is all.”

-and because even after all this time, chris still manages to make you feel like he’s looking at you for the first time, you feel your face heat. “stop it.” you say, knocking your shoulder with his. he smiles, that smile made only for you. his eyes are soft, so soft that every look feels like the special kisses he gives you when it’s just you two in a room. “this song reminds me of you every time i hear it. sometimes when you’re away i play it and the distance feels better.”

-you pull his face to you so fast, interlocking your lips and pour every single emotion into the kiss. “i love you.” you repeat it like a mantra, just to make sure he really knows.

-he does. “i think that’s my favorite song.”

#chris sturniolo headcanon #chris sturniolo texts #chris sturniolo fanfic #christopher sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x reader #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo headcanon #matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #nicolas sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo edit #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo imagine

[itsallyscorner]

The Grapejuice Blues | H.S

pairing: Harry Styles x fem!reader

warnings: none

summary: Harry surprises you with your favorite song off his latest album 🍇💜🍷

author’s note: first time posting since last year, so please be gentle <3

📍Horsens, Denmark

Open air arenas always had a different vibe to them. While they stretched far back and were a bit less intimate, something about performing outside was special.

You personally couldn’t say what it was like to perform on stage in front of thousands of people, but after seeing your boyfriend do it countless times, you could tell it was an addicting feeling. The music blaring, the fans singing, it was an adrenaline rush that had a sense of love and pride streaming into your other half’s bloodstream. Being outside with the clouds, the setting sun, and the occasional airplane or bird passing by only amplified that high. Don’t even get Harry started on the rain. He considered the shows that were rained upon to be the most memorable ones.

However, it seemed as though there wouldn’t be any rain at Horsens. The weather was impeccable. There was a slight breeze, wasn’t too cold or too hot, and the sun was out. Perfect weather for the start of the final leg of Love on Tour.

Tour coming to an end was bittersweet. You knew Harry would miss traveling and connecting with his fans. However, you were glad he was finally getting a well deserved break. While he did have a break between the three years he’s been touring, you were excited and a little relieved that he’d be spending time at home resting. No matter how many times he assured you he was doing just fine, you always worried that he was overworking himself. In all honesty, you couldn’t wait to have him home all to yourself—you wanted to sleep in and love up on each other till all the fatigue from tour rubbed off the both of you. Though for now, you were simply living in the moment since you knew you would eventually miss the craziness of touring.

Which brings you to today. You were currently in pit, along with Jeffrey, and Lloyd watching Harry go through his final rehearsal. You were sat on one of the equipment boxes, while the other two leaned against another. Jeff was watching to make sure everything was going smoothly, while Lloyd was there snapping some pictures. You lot have been there for about 30 minutes or so, and from what you have heard, Horsens was in for a treat. Not only were they getting She but they were also getting Stockholm Syndrome. To say you were jealous was an understatement.

“He’s really spoiling them, isn’t he?” You turn to Jeffrey who’s already smiling at you.

“He wanted to surprise everyone—keeping them on their toes as always.” He shrugged, glancing down at the new set list before him. Of course Harry wanted to keep them on their toes, “edging”, he liked to call it.

You rolled your eyes fondly at your boyfriend’s antics, “Such a tease.”

“Oh, you’d know, wouldn’t you?” Lloyd smirked, not missing the chance to snap a picture of your face after his comment.

“Piss off.” You muttered, reaching over Jeff and shoving Lloyd’s shoulder, only causing him to chuckle. Meanwhile on stage, Harry had just finished performing WMYB. The heat had started to get to him as he pulled off his neon green Pleasing sweater, and walked towards the end of the stage where you were.

Ironically you were all wearing some kind of merch from Pleasing. Lloyd had the beach bag over his shoulder carrying some of his camera equipment, while Jeff wore the black crewneck. You were in a more comfy getup, wearing the new brown sleepover shorts and the green crewneck. It was like your unofficial uniform as a crew, Harry found it wholesome in all honesty.

From the stage a smile can be seen on Harry’s face as he approaches you all. He crouches down before jumping off the stage and walking over to stand in between your legs.

“Hi baby.” You hum as he wraps his arms around your waist. His face had a slight tan and was shiny, mostly due to the sweat he’s accumulated from the sun. One of your arms wrap around his shoulders, not bothered by the slight sweat beneath his shirt, as your other reached to grab your hydro flask with water.

“Hiya lovey, what d’you think about the set list so far?” He asked you, silently thanking you for the water by pressing a kiss to your jaw. As he drank you responded, “It’s perfect, I think it’s one of the best line ups you’ve had during the tour.”

His one arm remained around you while the other held the hydro flask. He takes one more sip of water before asking, “You think?”

You tilt your head at him and send him a reassuring smile, “Yup, they’re gonna love it H, I promise.” Unable to resist the urge, you ran a hand through his dark brown locks, slightly damp strands of hair tangling with your fingers.

Harry hummed happily at the action, a boyish grin on his pink lips. He was ecstatic that you were able to come along for tour, your job often made it difficult for you to join him for long periods of time, but fortunately with the power of the internet, your boss allowed you to work remotely. Knowing that you were there watching him and would eventually greet him as soon as he finished on stage soothed his nerves. He knew that whatever happens on tour, everything would be alright since you were there. You made him happy and everybody else can agree.

Unbeknownst to either you or Harry, Lloyd managed to snap a quick picture of you both. Not that Harry was always all over the place, but he’s the most relaxed whenever you were around and to see him so calm prior to a show was a pleasant sight for the photographer.

A toothy grin replaced the smile on Harry’s face as he began to pull you off your makeshift seat.

“C’mon, you’re gonna wanna be on stage with me for this.” He pushed you closer towards the stage, walking behind you and gently grasped your hips. You look around confused, “What do you mean?”

“Jus’ get on stage w’me, I have a surprise I think you’ll like.” He slightly teased, motioning for you to jump. You side eyed him for a moment before Harry helped you climb onto the stage. He followed after, effortlessly lifting himself up from pit.

“What are you up to?” You squint up at him as he grasps onto your hand. He leads you towards the center of the stage with that sly smirk on his face.

Harry stops in front of his mic then turns to you, “Will y’stop worrying, you’ll like it babe, I swear.”

He looks over his shoulder and shows a thumbs up towards the band. Suddenly, you heard the infamous opening beats of one of your favorite songs from Harry’s latest album.

You jaw dropped and your eyes widened as you stared at Harry. He couldn’t help but let out a giggle at your reaction.

“You’re playing Grapejuice?” You screamed over the horns and the rest of the band playing behind you. Goosebumps formed on your skin at hearing Grapejuice live in all its glory.

Harry stepped closer towards you, one of his hands gripping his mic and the other on your hip to pull you in closer.

He leaned down towards your ear, “Yep, but I wanted to enjoy it with you before I sing it in front of everyone else again.” His lips then pressed a kiss onto your temple.

Your heart swelled at how precious he truly was. Sure, it was rehearsal and he had to practice the song regardless. But it was the fact that he wanted to rehearse it beside you because he knew it was your favorite song. You weren’t allowed to dwell in your thoughts any longer since Harry began to sing the song to you.

The entire time he held your hand as he directed the song’s lyrics to you. Meanwhile, you sang with him, your body moving alongside his dancing to the swinging melodies of his song.

Down at pit, Jeffrey and Lloyd watched the both of you dancing like a pair of idiots—a pair of cute in love idiots. Lloyd had a blast taking pictures, reminding himself to send them to Harry at the end of the day.

“Save those for the wedding.” Jeffrey told Lloyd. The blonde rolled his eyes and tilted his head at Jeffrey.

“I’ve already got an entire hard drive, should I start making the slideshow now?” Lloyd joked, causing them to chuckle amongst themselves.

As the song came to a close, Harry pulled you close again.

“Y’know why I decided to include it in the set list?” He questioned you.

You shook your head, “Nope, why?”

“S’because you’re finally able to come on tour with me, so as a thank you I wanted to play your song every night to make you happy.” He explained. Your lips pouted at how thoughtful he was, he truly kept exceeding your expectations.

“You really didn’t have to bubs, but I really appreciate it.” You wrap your arms around his shoulders and hug him. Your lips placing soft kisses along his neck.

“I know but I wanted to.” He muttered into your hair, arms locking you in against him.

“I’m the happiest when I’m with you.” You sighed contently into the crook of his neck as Harry hummed in response. By now, you were both swaying in each other’s arms, enjoying one another’s presence.

“The fans are gonna go mad.” You chuckle against him.

“Well they have you to thank, don’t they?”

“I guess they do.”

#Harry Styles #Harry Styles x reader #harry styles x fem!reader #harry styles fluff #harry styles imagine #harry styles oneshot #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles drabble #harry edward styles

[puddingyun]

salve . ݁₊ ⊹ k.ys

yeo x reader

: 840 words, domestic, fluff, comfort :

The smell of waffles wafted into your room from the kitchen, waking you from a restless sleep. You rolled over onto Yeosang's side of the bed, pressing your face into his pillow and breathing in the scent of his shampoo and skincare products, your heart fluttering happily in your chest. There was nothing you wanted more than to stay there forever, wrapped up in a bubble of warm sheets and the scent of your lovely boy, but you couldn't resist the smell of breakfast or the sound of Yeosang's soft humming any longer. With a grunt, you pulled yourself out of bed and trudged to the kitchen. 

"Morning, baby," you greeted Yeosang through a yawn. He sing-songed back a soft 'morning', giggling when you walked up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist. You squeezed him close and pressed a kiss to his shoulder, nuzzling your nose against the comfy fabric of his oversized sweater. "You doin' dishes already?"

"Well I wanted them to be done before you woke up," he explained, squirting more lemon scented dish soap onto a bowl. "So you wouldn't feel like you had to do them to pay me back for the waffles."

You rolled your eyes, swaying slowly from side to side with Yeosang. 

"I can't believe you made me waffles," you mumbled. "You're gonna give me cavities, you know that?"

Yeosang just shook his head, cheeks turning pink as he held back a smile. As he set the bowl aside and reached for a dish towel, the sleeve of his ridiculously large sweater slid down his arm and revealed a puffy, red mark that made you frown. 

"What happened there, Yeo?" you asked. 

"Where?" Yeosang asked, quickly moving his arm back so that his sleeve slid down again. You felt him tense in your hold, clearly pretending not to know what you were talking about as he stood stock-still, waiting to see if you would move on. You sighed and pulled your arms away from his waist.

"Come on, Yeo, let me see," you urged him, keeping your voice as gentle and reassuring as possible. Yeosang turned his head to look at you, pouting for a beat before he turned around and lifted his sleeve to reveal what you'd seen earlier. 

"I just burned myself on the waffle iron earlier, it's nothing," he mumbled, looking down at his feet while you held his hand and examined the nasty looking burn. You rubbed your thumb back and forth against his palm in an attempt to soothe both Yeosang and yourself. 

"Let me put some ointment on it," you said, bringing his hand to your lips and kissing his wrist.

"It's fine, baby, really-"

"Come on, you made me waffles," you insisted, leaning forward to kiss his cheek. "Let me take care of you too."

With a shy smile and red cheeks Yeosang finally let up, whispering 'okay then' and laughing when you took off to find your first aid kit. 

With the morning sunshine streaming through the windows you carefully smoothed ointment over the burn on Yeosang's arm, watching his expression to make sure you weren't accidentally hurting him. The whole time he watched you right back, chewing on his lip while he smiled at you. 

"Does it hurt?" you asked, pressing a feather-light kiss to the red, sore mark when you were done. Yeosang tilted his head to the side and shrugged.

"Just stings, mostly," he admitted. After a moment of silence he looked away from you, and through a pout began to speak again, his voice quieter this time. "I didn't want you to see it since... A lot of people already say I'm clumsy and clueless, so I didn't want you to think the same."

You felt your heart flutter in your chest for the second time that morning as you watched Yeosang pretend to be wildly interested in a stain on the countertop. Your beautiful boy, always worrying more than he had to. Easing his sleeve up so that it wouldn't roll down over his burn, you took a step closer to him and kissed his birthmark, watching fondly as the skin beneath it glowed and blushed afterwards.

"I'd never think that about you, silly," you reassured him, stroking a fingertip down his forehead and the tip of his nose. "You're my gorgeous boyfriend who makes me waffles in the morning. Helping you with a burn won't make me think any less of you."

Yeosang smiled, eyes darting around for a while before he made eye contact with you again. He closed the space between you both with a sweet kiss, sweeter than the waffles and syrup waiting for you on the kitchen table, sweeter than the orange-yellow sunlight pouring through the windows, and sweeter than the smell of his shampoo lingering on your bedsheets. 

When you pulled away from each other there was a wide, giddy smile on your lips. Yeosang kissed you once again, quickly this time, and gave your waist a fond squeeze.

"Let's eat."

#pirateeznet #kang yeosang x reader #kang yeosang fluff #ateez x reader #ateez fluff

[spliffymae]

musicproducer!connie…

kio’s notes - some sfw headcanons inspired by this connie fic i read on wp a while back. it was my first connie fic and the start of this connie brain rot. i wish it was still up 🤧 shit was soooo good!

also inspired by @chrollohearttags rockstar!eren series and @privateparty3 rapper!connie

also check this

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now let me say this,

connie mfn springer had a golden ear!

he could make a song out of anything, truth be told. his abuela used to tell him he was blessed with “god’s gift.” yeah, he had a voice as soothing and smooth as velvet. but put it over a track with a piano medley and some soft beats, oh baby! the man had a voice that made the greek muses swoon.

musicproducer!connie had a couple of his own songs out on streaming platforms. he mostly used spotify and apple music for his official music, and soundcloud for official music or for quick ideas he wanted his followers to hear. he loved singing, but not as much as he loved to create. producing was where connie truly felt he belonged. he couldn’t count the number of times he’s fallen asleep at his desk, drooling on his piano keys because he pulled an all nighter to finish a song because he got a sound stuck in his head and just needed to bring it to life.

(honorable mentions to the times he hears songs not by him and thinks “i can make this better” and just completely changed the entire vibe of the song)

but musicproducer!connie loved sounds. everything and anything had potential to be a song. whether it be the crunching of the fall leaves under his boot, or the bounce of the basketball he dribbled in his backyard court, or even the sound of his car’s indicator—connie found music in any sound.

if you asked musicproducer!connie what he couldn’t live without, he would describe to you in detail his music setup. his laptop, the hard drive with all his songs, his drum pad, his bass guitar, his red beats headphones, the software he uses…he would go on forever!

musicproducer!connie would be the genius behind his friends’ music as well. they would come to him either with a chopped up idea of what they wanted or sometimes come to him empty handed with nothing but a hope. either way, connie would be sitting in his home studio with his friends, working on a song. he loved helping them, so he looked at it as great bonding time too.

musicproducer!connie was also quite big on social media. he had a following of 700k on instagram and over a million listeners across his streaming services. he also had a twitch, where he would post at least twice a week, one of those times being him making instrumentals from scratch with his viewers watching and helping. he loved to interact with his followers. knowing there were people out there who connected with his music on a deep level made him so happy. hell, the first single he dropped he was kicking his feet at all the supportive feedback he was getting.

musicproducer!connie even did shows here and there! they would be house shows, with maybe 1000 people at least. he would sing some of his hits, but would mainly be the dj, working the booth for his friends. he always and only performed with his friends.

honestly, music was everything to connie and then some. it was his passion. it was what made him who he is. but most of all, it was something he always did with you.

yessir! musicproducer!connie would be telling a lie if he said he became the artist he is today on his own. if it weren’t for you, he probably would’ve quit a long time ago, when his sophomore project didn’t receive as much hype/attention as his debut.

you were always his biggest fan, though. you would use your social media following to promote his work, much to connie’s joy. what he loved more than sharing his music was you sharing it, because in turn you would be showcasing the relationship between you and connie to your hundreds of thousands of followers.

like those times he would be sitting on the floor of his living room, creating a song on his laptop. you would be behind him, sitting between the couch and him with the side of your face pressed against his back. he would be in his own world with his headphones on, you would be busy on your phone, and yet connie felt it was one of the best ways to spend time with you.

your glossy lips would be in a faint pout as you recorded yourself, stretching your arm up and out to show connie’s entire back, this tan freckled skin showcasing the tense of his muscles whenever he would reach for his pen to scribble away notes in his notebook.

you would simply post the video to your snapchat, captioning it “1/2 of us is in their creative bag rn”. you would follow up that snap with another short video, this time it being you leaving small kisses along the expanse of connie’s back. because of your gloss the lip prints were visible and you would smile mischievously.

musicproducer!connie loved you. he loved to have you near him. so when he would go on these red carpet events with his friends, you would be at his side, the two of you dressed beautifully as you smiled for the cameras. connie would make it his mission to have you flustered the whole night, giving you soft neck kisses and whispering both sweet and naughty things in your ear while he held you close. like,

“you look so beautiful tonight, i’m so lucky to have you, mi cielita.”

“i can’t wait to take this off of you, baby.. give you the proper attention you deserve.”

“been missing my lil’ songbird so much.” he would just miss the shell of your ear with his teeth, looking down at you with his eyes droopy with lust. “have you missed me, baby?”

“of course, baby. but the show ain’t even start yet.” you said with a squeal, already feeling the blood rush straight to your cheeks. there was no doubt the cameras caught that. if they somehow didn’t, then they sure must’ve captured the lovestruck look connie gave you whenever his eyes would fall on you.

“i can’t help it, mami. just love having you.” he would mumble, giving you the softest of pecks as to not mess up your lipstick.

musicproducer!connie was in deep when it came to you. and if it wasn’t obvious by the way he showered you with physical affection, then it must be from the way he had you as his producer tag, the five second audio starting with you giggling, then in your best ‘smooth r&b’ voice, saying “issa connie springer production.” connie remembers the first project he used that on—a joint lover’s ep onyankopon wanted him on. til this day, how many years later, every time a song from the ep comes on, your cheeks get hot and body all tingly at the flustered feeling that overwhelms you. it was your first time ever being on a record

musicproducer!connie used you for a lot of his songs, it was mainly on the background vocals of different projects he would do. but he also used you as inspiration. he moonlighted as a songwriter, mainly helping other artists with filler lyrics or strengthening what they already have. it would be rare connie was asked to write a song start to finish, but whenever he did, he found he was thinking back to your relationship. both good and bad times, just thinking of you filled him with enough inspiration to create several masterpieces.

yeah, musicproducer!connie loves you. he has what seems to be an endless amount of ways to express his love to you. but if all else fails, he knows his music will do it’s job every. damn. time.

#ﾟ aot╤╤｡ 𖠋 #🌞🍃spliffymae #connie springer #connie x black reader #connie springer x blackfemreader #connie aot #music producer connie #connie attack on titan #fluff #im most def making this a series

[koithelittle]

cg!cc!wilbur moodboard + headcanons!!

note; so like half of these? were from a hc post that was unformatted and turns out i messed up the request but i am- i can’t fix it without feeling absolutely horrible so. i turned them into this and just added like way more! i have plans for a couple new fics plus absolutely endless moodboards so be looking out for that! this moodboard was my first and has been collecting dust in my drafts for months. love it tho! otay das aww.

paci creds; littlemothshop on ig!

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taglist; @jjtheresidentbaby @lillylvjy @wilmaslittleflower @whos-nicooo (ask or do to be added!)

- he makes sure your regression is completely private, only the band knows and whoever of your friends knows.

- barely anyone even knows you're dating him, let alone that he's your cg when you're little. it's all very private!

- he has pacis, sippys, and toys all scattered around the house. although there's a special spot for it all, it's just sort of floats around !

- he's big on cuddling you when you're little, especially if you're having a hard time ! he'll hold you, calling you soft names to help you slip into or stay in little space.

- doesn't really mind any name but prefers daddy/dada!

- he likes to set up corners around his house that are safe spaces. pillows and blankets and one of your many favorite stuffies. he also likes to put a basket that has some coloring stuff n toys!

- when he's streaming and you're regressed, he'll usually set you up under his desk, blankets and a stuffie, paci and the switch with your headphones. he'll ruffle your hair and rub your back while he streams, making sure to keep an eye on you while he's talking.

- he's got pretty set boundaries with you. bedtime at a certain time, with quiet time before. baths are always fun! and they're always after playtime so you're a bit calmer !

- loves getting you custom pacis from shops, managed to get a lovejoy themed one and couldn't stop smiling at how happy you were.

- speaking of Lovejoy! he'll take you to band practice alot, little or big! the guys love to help care for you. hold you and play with you! Joe is your favorite, since he likes to let you sit in his lap and play with his beard.

- wil really likes to color with you, but he's also always up to play pretend too!

- keeps close tabs on you and knows your habits pretty well, so he catches when you slip way before you do!

- loves cooking for you all of the time, he knows your safe foods like the palm of his hand so he'll give you a few options to pick from at each meal

- holds you when you sleep, and rubs your back

- favorite names to call you are bunny, baby, and little one!

- his kitchen is packed full of all of your safe foods and favorite utensils and plates! it’s mostly in your favorite color, but he knows it helps you eat and enjoy eating so he doesn’t mind

- he has a little note on his phone that lists your favorite things, big and little. movies, shows, snacks, foods, sweaters of his— etc. he wants to remember everything he can!

- he’s very patient and soft with you, careful with his words and tone.

- he likes it when you lay across him, your head on his shoulder or his lap so he can rub your cheeks and hair. just loves giving you mindless affection!

- favorite part of the day for him is when he’s getting you to sleep. sometimes it’ll be through a vod he puts on, a cartoon or he’ll just sing to you.

- loves sitting behind you with you in his lap as you play. he likes to join in too, of course but sometimes he just likes to watch.

- he likes to color with you and help you find all the colors you need, handing them off to you whenever you ask

- piggy back rides!! although his favorite method of travel for you is holding you on his hip or carrying you when you face him. he just feels safer doing that, like he can keep closer tabs on you.

- whenever you pout or you’re sad, he’ll get you to laugh and giggle by making silly faces or noises but especially likes tickling you!

- reads you a story at every nap and bed time. sometimes he’ll make them up but he really likes the books since he can show you pictures!

- he sits you on the counter or on a stool while he cooks so he can keep an eye on you but still have you involved without you getting hurt or feeling obligated to help. he can do it just fine on his own, but he doesn’t mind you being there!

- he’s more strict when it comes to routines above all else. he just wants to make sure you’re healthy and well cared for.

- he likes to have some age appropriate and easy workbooks on hand, just to give you a few pages to work on while he works. you feel involved and you like filling them out (and he likes checking them so he can put stickers on it and draw a smiley face for good work!)

- he’s a picnic guy, so he’ll gather up a lunch in a picnic basket, pack your little bag and take you out to the park or an empty field or even a pebble beach and just have a lil picnic with you. he’ll read a book or write some music while you color and draw or play with whatever you brought!

- he loves it when you kiss his cheek to make him smile. if he’s ever sad a lil kiss on his nose or cheek or chin will just make him absolutely beam! and then subsequently attack you in kisses and tickles.

- loves calling you baby, but baby bear has a nice ring to it to him.

- jokes he’s your papa bear

- adores when the guys come over to work on music but end up playing with you and indulging you in your pretend play! mark gets really invested when your toy of choice is blocks, he’ll try to build the highest tower but joe always knocks it over. cue a very long bicker match!

- ash likes to color and draw with you. he’ll teach you cool techniques and show you all the fun stuff he can draw!

- joe really likes to play with your calico critters with you, coming up with silly scenarios or putting silly outfits on them.

- wil likes to watch from the sidelines, just gushing at how cute it all is. he has good friends, but an even better love!

- sometimes when he’s bored or lonely (when he’s on tour mostly) he has a habit of doing a bit of online shopping and ordering whatever thing you last mentioned. sometimes a stuffy, sometimes a paci but more often than not, a new toy. he just loves you and the thought of getting to see your face when he finds something for you just makes it even better.

- just overall a very attentive and sweet cg!

#sfw agere #koimoodboards #koiheadcanons #wilbur soot agere #wilbur soot #wilbur soot moodboard #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur x reader #wilbur #wilbur soot x gn!reader #cg!wilbur soot moodboard #cg!wilbur moodboard #cg!wilbur soot x little!reader #cg!wilbur soot #cg!wilbur

[coneyislandbabey]

my mariposa -> w. rojas

WARNINGS: sappiest shit in the world, new dad warren and secondary godfather eddie

SYNOPSIS: just a little domestic snapshot of you and warren as new parents. A follow up to this fic. word count: 1,324

You awoke to peace and quiet. Sleep left you in degrees, until you were laying on your back in bed watching the bright morning sunlight stream through the open window and onto your quilt with a quiet kind of content. For a few blissful moments, you just soaked up the sun and slowly warmed up to the morning. 

And then you sat bolt right up in bed. 

The quiet was too good to be true, too unnatural, considering you were in possession of a two month old baby, and one that seemed to really enjoy crying, at that. You threw the blankets off your legs and stood up, stumbling your way to the door to go to the room next door, which used to be Warren’s until he officially moved into yours (as if he wasn’t already spending most nights in your bed) and was now your daughter, Mariposa’s nursery. 

When you reached the nursery’s doorway, you paused. Warren was standing in front of the crib, your tiny daughter held in front of him as he gently bounced her, softly singing the lyrics to The Rolling Stones’ She’s A Rainbow. Her eyes– perfect carbon copies of Warren’s own warm brown ones– were wide open, staring up at him, and he was staring down at her just as enraptured. You leaned against the doorframe taking in the scene, feeling your heart swell with so much affection you thought it would well and truly burst. 

As Warren finished singing to her, he shifted slightly and caught sight of you in the doorway. 

“Mornin’, mama,” he said softly, grinning over at you. You padded across the room and pulled his face down into a kiss before leaning your head on his shoulder, both of you looking down at your baby girl. 

“Morning you two,” you responded, reaching down to brush a finger against one of Mari’s chubby cheeks. “When did you get up, baby?” 

“Oh, maybe twenty minutes ago,” Warren shrugged. “I came in here and this one was already awake, laying there just looking around. She’s so curious, isn’t that right mi reina?” 

Mariposa gurgled in response, and Warren nodded seriously as if she just imparted upon him some sage wisdom. He shifted her until she was laying against his chest, nuzzled safely in both of his arms. It was his favorite way to hold her; he said it was the best way to feel her breathing and her heartbeat and, of course, that there was no place safer for his little girl than right there in his arms. 

“What do you want for breakfast?” you asked. 

“I’ll have whatever you’re craving,” Warren responded. You nodded, kissing his cheek and then the baby’s before meandering your way down to the first floor of the house. 

On your way down the stairs, you could already hear somebody, or several somebodies, clanking around in the kitchen. When you reached the room, you saw Eddie at the stove, flipping pancakes, and Karen sitting at the table, staring into a glass of orange juice and looking like she was still mostly asleep. 

“Good morning,” you chirped, “d’you need any help, Ed?” 

“Oh, morning!” Eddie said, turning around to you. “Where is she?” 

“I’m assuming you mean the star of the show?” Warren asked, coming into the kitchen behind you with Mariposa. 

“Yes! (y/n), watch the pancakes,” Eddie demanded, departing immediately from the stove with his hands out towards the baby. “Come to your godfather, Posie.” 

Warren handed Mariposa over to Eddie, who held her in the same protective position that her father did, as you took over the job of flipping pancakes. Warren made his way through the kitchen towards you, coming to stand behind you and snake his arms around your waist, resting his chin in the crook of your neck. 

“Hey, lady,” he said quietly into your ear. 

“I swear we just did this upstairs,” you remarked, amused with your fiancè. 

“Yeah, but I was holding Mari so I didn’t get to hold you,” he protested, tightening his arms around you to emphasize his point. 

“You’re gonna make me burn the pancakes, Rojas,” you said, struggling to maneuver the pancakes from the pan and onto the serving plate that Eddie had put out. 

“I’m okay with burned pancakes, Rojas,” he retorted, and you could feel his cheek lift into a grin against your skin. With the last of the pancakes on the plate, you turned in Warren’s arms, slinging our own around his neck. 

“You’re very needy,” you said, leaning in to kiss him. 

“You love me for it.” 

You hummed. “Yes, I do. I think you’re cute when you’re needy.” 

“Oh yeah?” Warren asked, brow arched. “Guess I better start following you around more often.” 

“I don’t think it’s even actually possible for you to follow me around more than you already do. Now go sit so you can eat.”

“Yes ma’am,” Warren nodded, backing up to take a seat at the table. You took the pancakes and the syrup over to the table and set them in the middle of your three bandmates. 

“Okay, Ed, you want me to take her now so you can eat?” you asked, hand on your best friend’s shoulder. He looked up at you, scandalized. 

“Absolutely not,” he shook his head. “I can eat and hold a baby at the same time, thank you.” 

You laughed, shaking your head at him. “Okay, if you insist. Then I’ll sit and enjoy a meal that I can eat with both hands free, in that case.” You moved around the table and took a seat next to Warren, who had already fixed a plate for you. 

“So, I was thinking,” Warren said, turning to you. “We have a free day, so I thought we could take Mari down to the beach? Camila gave us that picnic blanket, we could pack lunch and stay out for the day.”

Camila had gifted the two of you the large orange picnic blanket the other day, saying she’d taken Julia out for the day to the flea market, and when she saw it, she immediately thought of you. You didn’t expect Warren to get as excited about it as he did, and he’d been planning for the three of you to get out and use it the next free day you had. 

Really, you thought it was incredibly sweet. All those months ago when you had first told him you were pregnant, he had promised to be there for you whatever you wanted to do, and you had never doubted that. But as your pregnancy progressed, you found yourself worrying more and more about whether or not he would take to the dad life. If he would want to take to it. You wouldn’t have blamed him if he didn’t; you found yourself scared that you wouldn’t take to motherhood all the time, so it only made sense to you that he was probably having the same fears. And, well, you knew it just as well as anybody else that fathers had a much easier get-out-of-jail-free card when it came to checking out of parenting. 

But that hadn’t happened. Warren had fallen in love with Mariposa the minute you told him about her, that much was clear. He talked your ear off every single night about all of the things he was excited to do when the baby came. And when she was born, that love was only solidified tenfold. He held her for the first time, and you’d never seen anyone look so in love with anything before in your life. That love only seemed to grow every single day he spent with her. You marveled all the time at how lucky you were, to have gotten yourself into this situation with a man like Warren. 

“That sounds perfect,” you told him, “We can dress Mariposa in that teeny tiny bathing suit Graham bought for her!”

taglist: @eonnyx

#daisy jones and the six #djats #eddie roundtree #eddie loving #warren rhodes #warren rhodes x reader #warren rojas #warren rojas x reader #graham dunne #karen sirko #karen karen #billy dunne #camila dunne #daisy jones

[mistysimpingandspam]

We’ll Meet Again (Poly!Yandere!Lost Boys x Reader) PART 2

plot: the forced turning of the reader.

WARNINGS: yandere stuff, mostly david centered so this one is for the david gals, forced turning, forced eating/drinking of blood, self-induced vomiting, i get kinda descriptive w it for some reason LMAO i apologize, david is fucking SADISTIC on this one, like i made him scary, stockholm syndrome

Your head felt as if it were full of lead as you slowly opened your eyes. The damp smell that lingered in the air was all too familiar, and the realization sent a shock of panic through you.

You were back in the cave.

“Oh, fuck…” You whispered quietly, tears welling up in your eyes. Your breathing quickened and you frantically checked your surroundings, only to be met with the walls of the secluded area of the cave.

The fear in your system quickly became overwhelmed with rage. All of the effort you put into escaping ended up being all for nothing. You yelled out in anger, hot tears streaming down your face.

Footsteps approached, and you knew who it was. You didn’t need to guess. As they entered the room, you turned your back, refusing to look at them.

“They’re awake!” Paul’s happy-go-lucky voice rang out, and you felt as though you were going to be sick. His voice always brought butterflies to your stomach, and, regrettably, you felt them as he called out in excitement. Holding your ground, you glued your eyes to the wall, not blinking.

“Baby…” Marko spoke next in a sing-song voice. You pictured his beautifully sculpted face hitting you with that signature smirk, and your heartbeat increased a bit. Your eyes traveled to the corner of the room, where you saw a beautiful canvas painting of yourself leaning against the wall. Marko had gifted it to you as a way to try to make peace. In the beginning, you rejected it, but in this dark room alone, you’d found yourself spending a good amount of time staring at the beautiful details. He always made the eyes so realistic, like they were following you…

A hand on your shoulder made you jolt. Wiping your tears away with your sleeve, you quickly looked over your shoulder to see who it was. Dwayne. Your eyes focused back on the wall, and you felt his hand give a soft squeeze. You knew he was trying to be sympathetic in his own way, but you still shrugged him off, curling in on yourself.

“Get out.” You spoke quietly. “All of you. I don’t want to see any of your faces, unless you’re here to let me go. Are you?” Silence. “That’s what I thought. Now get the fuck out.”

“Don’t speak to us that way.” The sound of heavy boots got closer, and you felt your stomach drop. David walked around you to where you were facing, and your gaze dropped the second he came into view, now staring at your lap. A leather clad hand roughly grabbed your face, forcing your chin up. “Look at me.” With a shaky breath, your eyes met his and unintentionally shuddered. How could you not with eyes like his?

You don’t know where it came from, but a pang of defiance ran through you, and without thinking, you gathered up a mouthful of saliva and spat directly at the vampire, hitting him just below the left eye.

The silence that followed was deafening. It seemed like the entire room was holding its breath. David’s expression didn’t change as his other hand wiped the spit away.

“I guess we’ll be doing this the hard way.” His tone had the hairs on the back of your neck standing up. David’s blue eyes looked over your shoulder to where the blondes were standing. “Marko, get the bottle.”

Those four words hit you as if you were struck by lightning. Instantly, you turned to get up and run, but David was too quick. He pulled you off the ground and slammed your back against the wall so hard you were scared he’d knocked the wind out of you. You were pinned against the wall by your throat, completely trapped.

“NO!” You shrieked as you saw Marko retreat back into the cave. “PLEASE! PLEASE DON’T!”

Paul and Dwayne looked over at each other. Your cries were excruciating to hear. But, in the end, they knew what had to be done in order for you to be their mate.

Marko made his reappearance, the intricate glass bottle in his hands. Your eyes fell on it, and a feeling of utter hopelessness ran through you. David gestured with his other hand to the boy, and the blonde approached the group leader.

“Marko, please…” You begged, shaking in fear. “Don’t…” He looked over at you, and you saw it. The hesitation. He saw how scared you were, and, to your horror, the brief look of sympathy was quickly replaced with an evil sneer. Marko flipped the top open, and handed it to David.

“GOD FUCKING DAMNIT!” You screamed at him, flailing as hard as you could against David’s grip. “FUCK YOU! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS? YOU SON OF A-”

The opening of the bottle was pushed past your lips, the glass uncomfortably clinking against your teeth as you thrashed. Instantly, the bitter, metallic taste of blood hit your tastebuds and you sputtered, accidentally dribbling blood down the corners of your mouth. David’s eyes bored into yours as you drank. You felt like you were drowning with the liquid being forced down your throat, and tears fell in fat drops as you tried to breathe through your nose.

After a few seconds, David pulled the bottle from your mouth, lightly catching some of the blood that had escaped with the rim of the glass. You glared at him with all of the anger you could feel, not breaking eye contact.

It all happened in slow motion. Thinking fast, you managed to lift your leg and land a blow to his shin. The grip on your throat released quickly, and you saw behind David that Paul and Dwayne were quick to cross the room behind David to get to you, Marko closing in on your right. Your eyes fell to the blonde closest to you, and you quickly stuck your palm out, stiff-arming him right in the sternum to hold him off. Your right wrist screamed with pain from the sudden blow, and you curled down in on yourself. With a prayer to some deity above that the boys wouldn’t kill you for your next action, you stuck your left index, middle, and ring fingers down your throat, hitting your gag reflex. In an instant, you felt the bile crawl up your throat and you fell onto your already aching wrist for support as you vomited all over your fingers, David’s shiny black boots and the floor around him and in front of you.

You felt a grip on your hair that put everything back into normal speed, and you only triggered your gag reflex with more intensity, the diner meal you’d eaten combined with the blood you’d just ingested spilling on your already filthy hand and down the front of your shirt. Your hand was harshly ripped from your mouth, vomit dripping off of it as your arms were forced behind your back. Seeing that Marko, David, and Paul stood in front of you, you knew that Dwayne was the one holding you still.

The boys that were visible all had expressions of varying anger and disgust. Paul looked ready to retch himself, Marko was rubbing the center of his chest with a glare on his face, and David…

Pure. Fury.

He’d changed into his vampire form, his haunting yellow eyes looking ready to rip your head off. Your anger made you bold as you tilted your chin up and you stared him down, refusing to blink. Despite his terrifying appearance, David’s tone was calm, cool, and collected.

“You really think we’d let you get away with that?”

Your blood turned to ice. It was the same tone he’d used right before knocking you out and abducting you. Despite the disgusting aftertaste in your mouth, you swallowed in fear. Maintaining eye contact, you tried to pull your arms out of Dwayne’s hold, but his grip was like iron. Your breathing became shaky as David took a step forward.

“Pull something like that again, or resist in any way, and I’ll have Dwayne snap your arms like fucking twigs.” David’s gaze went to the brunet’s behind you. “Maybe do one, just to teach them a lesson.”

To your surprise, Dwayne, who’s usually the peacemaker of the group, adjusted one of his hands right around your elbow, ready to follow through with David’s request. Your eyes became the size of dinner plates and you instinctively shrieked in fear.

“Or…” David seemed to completely ignore your cries, and Dwayne halted his actions. “We can REALLY make sure you never leave.” David reached into the pocket of his trench coat and pulled out the switchblade you’d bought before getting on the train. “(Y/n), did you know the Achilles tendon is a very important part of the body? It’s a big part in helping you do things like walk, run, all sorts of stuff.” Your heartbeat was pounding in your ears as he dragged the flat of the blade against your cheek. “Would be a shame if it were slashed… It sounds like it would be dreadfully painful to experience. Excruciating, even.”

He still maintained that calm voice, despite his words, chilling you to the bone. Despite trembling from head to toe, you held your ground.

“I’ll give you one last chance.” David said. “Fight back, and I won’t hesitate to slit your Achillies tendons. Both of them.” Your nostrils flared as you exhaled. “Will you comply?” With an internal sigh of defeat, you nodded.

With that, the two blondes closed in on either side of you, all four of them standing around you. David gripped your chin and tilted your head up, pouring the blood down your throat. It took everything in you not to cry again. You didn’t want your fear to show. Paul must’ve read your mind, and he brought his hand up to run through your hair as you drank.

At last, David pulled the bottle away, and before you could spit out the blood, he clamped a hand over your nose to ensure that you swallowed. The rest of the guys cheered quietly. David let your nose go and caressed your cheek.

“You’re nearly there.” He said. “After your first kill, you’ll fully be one of us.”

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OOOO IM THINKIN A PART THREE WHERE READER GETS THEIR FIRST KILL, AND MAYBE EVEN A PART FOUR W SMUT ? ¿ idk i’m getting too ahead of myself-

#the lost boys x reader #the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys gang #kiefer sutherland #billy wirth #brooke mccarter #alex winter #poly!lost boys x reader

[rotdistressxox]

devours my ask that you answered very loudly

M SO HAPPEY !! I LOVE KENGAN !! i might seem a bit silly sending in an ask so soon one after another but I'm absolutely inlove with ur writing and it's so scrumdiddlyumptios..

can i ask for a somewhat continuation of the last ask but..said S/O reveals that they fight to music they play in their head..it's up to you the genre to music but as for the characters..i gotta get my cakemaster9000 agito..

I will be appearing like that one embarassing memory every now and then so..can i be 🪡 anon?

HAAAIII HELLLOOO OMFGGG!! You're so nice I'm gonna cryyy. Yes you can be my little 🪡 anon ♡

Don't mind me while I look through my Playlists teeheee

Continuation: Kengan Men with an 'Experienced' Fighter S/O

First part here

Cakemaster 9000 / Kanoh Agito

• "Hey Kanoh, I need to tell you something..." You tug him by the cuff of his black suit.

• He gives you his attention, and all you can do is hope that he understands.

• You tell him that the secret to your fighting skills, is fighting to the rythym of songs.

• Surprisingly, he's not surprised. He's been watching you a while and noticed the pace of your every movement was like a time signature.

• Is well versed in music and happens to like classic rock and older metal.

• You knew this though. The songs you fight to are more on the heavier side of metal. Not too distant when it comes to genres. You show him the songs and he quite enjoys them.

Ohma Tokita

• Now that the secret was out, you let him watch you train to music. You have to let him dj tho, even if he doesn't know how to use music streaming apps yet :,)

• Once you told him, his mind instantly blanks. What does music sound like again? Has no idea how complex and Layered music and its genres are because he's never ever been a music person.

• "Huh"

• Zero thoughts, no thoughts at all in his head right now.

• You roll your eyes and pull out your phone to show him a few songs. Mostly alternative music. You have to explain rhythm and beats to him.

• He pretends like he understands, but he really doesn't.

• You give him an example by shadow boxing to the beat of a song. He kind of gets it now.

• "You get it now?" "I guess. It seems kinda dumb"

• Fine. Turning on a metronome, you started counting at 6 beats per second. "One two three four five six" you cross punched and jabbed while counting out loud.

Raian Kure

• Once he heard the counts, he was sort of impressed. He'll have to use it sometime (insert fight with Inaba Ryo)

• "You fucking WHAT-"

• He shakes you by the shoulders as he deafens you with his yells of disbelief.

• All this time he thought this was just stupid, stupid, luck that you had on your side. He was about to burst a blood vessel.

• You smack him upside of the head otherwise he would hurt himself with his rage.

• He's mad at you for a few days, won't let you touch him or anything. Was he really that wound up about fighting to music?

• Not really. You confront him about his unreasonable behavior and for the first time in forever, he's up front about his inner feelings.

• "I'm kinda pissed that you didn't tell me about it sooner" he crosses his arms averts his eyes.

Gaolang Wongsawat

• "I didn't know what your reaction would be-" "Shut the fuck up and kiss me with those lips of yours"

• Blinks. Blinks again. Blinks a third time. Is he hearing this right?

• Chuckles before his facial expression turns into horror. How could he be this stupid? Or was it you that was stupid? He honestly didn't known

• "Gao? You okay?" He stands up and drags you to the palace training grounds.

• "Spar with me while you sing" he unbuttons his shirt a little and gets into an orthodox boxing stance. "Okay?"

• (Insert Dam that River by Alice in Chains)

• You two come out of sparring sweating. You were pretty sure another button popped off of his shirt but you weren't complaining.

• "I see it now" he wipes the sweat from his forehead. "How did you come up with such a method?" He panted.

• "I think I started dancing too hard to music and punched a hole in the wall"

• He actually l laughed this time, catching you off guard. "How idiotic" "Hey!" You punch his shoulder and he grabs your hand.

• He actually likes to hear you sing now. It opens him up to a new world besides the National Anthem for Thailand and traditional songs.

#kengan ashura #kengan ashura x reader #kenganverse #kanoh agito #ohma tokita #raian kure #gaolang wongsawat #x reader

[bussyslayer333]

dancing together in the rain with bradley for your blurb celebration please ❤️

this is so cute eeee

pairing: bradley bradshaw x wife!reader

word count: 0.5k

warnings: some swearing,,, i think that’s it?? mostly cute af

send me a prompt, get a blurb!!

“You’re fucking crazy!” you squeal with no bite, rain pelting down onto you.

San Diego was usually dry and hot, something you loved about the place was it’s general consistency in weather. Today however, dry was replaced with wet, very wet.

“Dance with me baby!” Bradley shouts over the rain.

His white shirt is almost fully see through and his jacket he’d already deposited as it was weighing him down. You eyed the way his large arms strained and moved beneath the transparent fabric and ultimately folded, rushing into his waiting arms.

You should probably be mad. You’re wedding dress was going to be ruined. The cake had turned to an inedible mush and your guests were huddled under a small gazebo meant only for the bar and speakers for the music.

“There’s no music, Brad,” you wonder aloud.

As if on cue, the melodic sounds of Abba come spitting loudly out of the speakers being scarcely protected by the gazebo. You look around curiously to find none other than Jake Seresin stepping out of the gazebo, already shirtless and smacking Bradley on the shoulder.

“God, Bradshaw do I have to save your ass all the time?” He teases, hair still perfectly tousled even when soaked in rainwater, droplets dripping down his toned chest in a way that could almost be staged.

Bradley can only laugh in disbelief, “why is your shirt off?”

“I’m here to fuckin’ dance, Bradshaw that’s why!” Jake cheers.

You shrug and bend down to slip your heels off, flinging them to the side.

With your approval, streams of people come from under the gazebo, shrieking as the rain hits them. The squealing quickly turns to singing as people familiarise themselves with the weather and begin to dance.

Bradley is jumping up and down wildly, his hands never leaving your waist. You can feel his strong hands gripping onto you through the sodden fabric of your dress, spinning you round to face him. He continues to sway you as he pushes at the wet strands of hair framing your face.

“You’re so goddam beautiful.” He declares, running his thumb over your lip.

“Even with my makeup ruined?” you query.

“Especially.” Bradley decides, hurriedly smashing his lips into yours.

You can hear your friends and family whooping as Bradley deepens the kiss and lowers you down in a dip. He was always one for theatrics.

And when you’re scooped back up and allowed to take in the surrounding scene, Jake twirling around your grandma and your girlfriends dancing wildly with Bob and Fanboy, there’s no way on earth you could be mad at all. Even when the rain is still slashing down heavily.

“I hope this hasn’t ruined our day Mrs Bradshaw?” Bradley whispers into your ear.

You turn back to face him, nose nudging against his own, “No day is ruined with you.”

Bradley’s arms come to wrap back around you as he lifts you up.

“Put me down!” You squeal, slapping at his rain soaked shirt that was practically useless at this point.

“Never.”

a/n: I LOVE BRAD UGHHH and i hope u guys love this 😘😘

icl i love writing lil blurbs hehe

pls comment or reblog and tell me what u think :))

ty for requesting and reading !!!

- honey <333

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[thefoolishone666]

Kickin Chicken once said

@hiwelcometothemonstersancturary gave me the go to do this, which is mistake one for them, so here is my go at giving them what they encouraged while I pray it works well. And if not...well I at least tried.

* (Refering to Bobby) She is called Captain Heartbeat cause she will squeeze love out of your heart...and blood, but mostly love.

* (After speaking pr-bt for a 2 minutes) You ever forget your first language?

* Mods, take their swimming privileges away and put them in the pool.

* I would go evil, but I am going to follow dad's steps of being good...plus I saw they went shoe shopping so...

* What do you mean I can't seduce myself!?

* (Loud thud off Camera) PERCEPÇÃO DE PROFUNDIDADE!

* Our ship has a pool, an omelet bar, tons of rooms for you to sleep in, one would say that is a cruise, to which I say, fair, but have you seen the plank, cause I am about to get you real familiar with it.

* I heard some demons were touched starved. I got more than enough buckshot to help with that.

* Bubba, reading chat: "Kickin isn't the sharpest knife in the group," Well that is rude...

Kickin: I did eat packing peanuts when I was younger to be fair.

Everyone in room:

Kickin:...Wait is this new information for you?

Everyone: YES!?

* Wonder how many people come on to see me stream thinking "Oh hey, the voice actor for Kickin does streaming," or "Hey is this the official channel for the Smiling Critters show?" And they just come in on me saying something like, "I HAVE BUILT A TO SCALE JOLLY ROGER WITH POPSICLE STICKS!"

* Hey Theo, it's you! (Gets empty bottle thrown at head) Ow.

* White is the color of evil, cause nothing exists in it! Delight taught me that!

* I would cry, but I am too dehydrated to do such a thing. (Goes to drink some water, pauses, puts water bottle back down)

* It is always funny to see people react to my complete indifference to horrible stuff.

* I needed to find a way to get a gambling addiction, so I thought space could have the answer.

* (Seeing Bubba being affected by the blue screen) Bubba, I know you always wanted to become the one thing I love, but this is ridiculous!

* I am just saying revenge is amazing, ok? Yeah, you gain a tremendous amount of regret sometimes, but it is amazing.

* Cool motive bro, still murder!

* (In response to Angel giving them food) It hasn't been that long since I started streaming, it has only been...5 hours...

* This is my favorite bird. (Holds up middle finger before pointing to self) It is the chicken.

* (Wearing VR) The future is today!...I might need it adjusted though.

* Does dying take away time away from my vacation days?

* IT IS ALL A CONSPIRACY TO END ME! IF NO ONE EVER HEARS FROM ME AGAIN, IT IS CAUSE THEY KILLED ME, CHOPPED ME UP, AND FED ME TO THE WOLVES DANG IT!

* Fursuits are getting so good you can now subject yourself to your own form of trauma to fuse into it. Brought to you by Playtime.

* I have seen the internet and honestly, have seen worse. Which is saying alot.

* (Looks at Candy Cat in his lap before looking at camera)...Help. me.

* Theo: You finally did it! Did it help when you imagined it was me you were fighting?

Kickin: Not at all...worked when it was Dogday though.

Dogday: WHAT DID I DO?

Kickin: Hell if I know. As long as it works though.

* (Playing I Expect You to Die, dies trying to do an action pose)...(Starts singing the James Bond theme notes)

* (Reacting to "Unnecessary Feelings") Bubba, I was promised a crime drama, not a reminder that no one in this house knows how to feeling well, including us!

* I would boop you, but I don't want a pirate hook this early in my character development.

* William then preceded to commit several hours of joy, on at least an entire classroom of kids to learn why death does.

* You can have one hit Hoppy...Ah não, ela tem uma cadeira!

* Don't worry, I won't hurt you, I am just going to turn into a nuke to fall on you.

* (Stares at camera while winding music box)

* Chica, you wouldn't hurt your brother, would you? Or would you want me to be you and Foxy's kid, whichever makes you more merciful on me.

* I am here to break the stereotype that parrots can only be pirates and no other reasons at all.

* (Refering to how much money he has in game) $60!? I can finally afford 1 AAA video game! (Pulls up Balan Wonderworld steam page) I am going to buy this one guys!

* Kickin, coming into Crafty's stream: You mind if I borrow a picture.

Crafty: Uh sure...Why?

Kickin, taking one of the monsters: A reminder.

Crafty: A reminder of what?

Kickin: Of who in this family is an actual threat. (Leaves without elaboration)

* Don't make fun of me, I will cry will I beat you up.

* We don't even own a game cube, I just want to find a copy of Skies of Arcadia to display.

* When you get into a certain mindset for so long, it is so jarring to have to go into a different line of think, like you just suddenly ask, "Wait I don't have to ration this sandwich for the entire year?"

* WHY DID I LET THEO TALK ME INTO PLAYING THIS!?

* I am still surprised I recovered so well from all of that.

* What would the others do without me? Minus not having a heart attack everyday.

* I SURVIVED THAT FACTORY FOR OVER 10 YEARS, I WILL NOT LET A SLIDING PUZZLE DEFEAT ME!

* Have good night everyone! I don't remember how I end these...I will make you walk the plank! No, that is not it...

#is it clear I used Google translate cause I don't know the language? #i am very sorry for that #poppy playtime #smiling critters #au #smiling critters arg #smiling critters poppy playtime #kickinchicken #poppy worldwide