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thisonehere · 16 days

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Bi han x reader smut with the one bed trope while they're on an overnight mission

A Bed of Ice

A/n: OOOOOOOOO, this is going to get spicy. *Cracks knuckles* I've been waiting for this moment for a long time...

Tags: NSFW, Smut, MK1 AU, Request, one-bed trope, G/N reader

C/w: Y'all saw the request, some smutty shit 'bout to happen. Late night sex, fondling, overstimulation, rough sex, hickeys, biting

"A room for two please." the Hotel desk clerk looked up from his phone and he saw you standing before his desk, he could tell you were exhausted but you still attempted to make an effort to be cordial. You had a tired smile stretched across your face. Behind you, he saw a man, Bi-Han, shooting him a smouldering and impatient glare. You both were in your Lin Kuei attire, so he couldn't help but stare at the two ninjas before him. "Are you deaf? She/He/They just spoke, we want a room." Bi-Han growled, both tired and impatient because of the long night. The clerk flinched in surprise. You flash him a smile as you apologize for your friends...over-eagerness to sleep at such a nice place.

"This is a terrible idea." You were in an elevator now, since it was the middle of the night, it was just the two of you inside. Bi-Han was still grumpy, frowning and making sure you were aware of it. You barely paid him any mind though, you were too worn out to even care. You have been on this mission for days with little to no rest. Whenever you would sleep, it would be in turns to look out for possible enemies, and the woods were not as nice to sleep as you might think. "Oh, come on, this is a really nice place." You finally respond back. "Would it kill you to be exited for once?" Bi-Han grunted at this. "Us being here puts us in unimaginable danger. I do not know why I let you talk me into this" He explains in a low and rough tone as if someone could hear him, studying the steel walls of the elevator door as if they open to reveal an enemy waiting for them. "Because deep down there's a part of you who really likes me." You tease. Bi-han huffs as he rolls his eyes.

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It took you a while to finally get to the room. You kept slowing him down to admire the decorations in the hallway. Crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceilings that glistened with iridescent light, oil paintings on the walls to be admired, giant porcelain vases planted here and there, it was a really nice place.

Once you finally get to the door, the first thing you do is the bed and you suddenly remember how tired you are. You wanted to admire the decorations of the room, but your eyes soon began to get heavier and heavier. You heard Bi-Han walk into the bathroom, to do what, you didn't care. You stripped down to your undergarments and climbed onto the bed, the mattress was so soft and the cover was so warm. Compared to the basically cardboard bed you had at the Artika, this bed was heaven. Everything seemed to finally slow down, the quiet was beautiful, better than any lullaby you've ever heard. You turned off the lamp and you were blanketed in darkness. You wrap yourself up in the soft, cotton covers and you doze off in seconds.

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"Y/n." you hear Bi-Han's voice from the darkness, causing you to stir. "MMMMmmm" You grumpily respond back, upset at your slumber being disturbed. You get even more upset when Bi-Han turns the lamp back on, blinding you with the sudden light. "What?" you angrily ask.

"Move over."

"Wwwhhhyyyyyyy?!?!"

"Because I want to sleep."

"Then sleep in the other bed."

"There is no other bed."

With this, you jolt back up. You frantically look around the room and realize what Bi-Han had said was correct. There was no other bed. You had been so tired that you hadn't realized this. You look at Bi-Han and see, just like you, he was also stripped down to his undergarments. You always knew he was muscular just by seeing his strong arms. But here, you saw his half-naked body, every last bit of muscle. His abs, biceps, pecs and many more muscles were nicely highlighted by the lamp's light. His privates were covered by the thin cloth, but the bulge was humongous and right in your face. You gulp as you stare at his sculpted body.

"Well?" You are brought back to the moment. Bi-han impatiently looks down at you waiting for a response. "I-I...Couldn't we change rooms? Get you a new one a mean, a-all to yourself." i-Han rolled his eyes. "Too dangerous. Someone might spot me, but this time it could be the wrong person. And frankly, I am too tired to do all that." You blink your eyes desperately. You realise that this massive hunk of a man will get in the bed with you and that makes every last part of your body tremble for some reason. "Why don't we just make you a makeshift mattress on the floor." Bi-Hans's eyes widen in offence at this idea. "I am your grandmaster! How dare you try and make me sleep on the floor. Move over now, or be moved."

It was pointless to even sleep. You were too wide awake now. You and Bi-Han were close, that's why he asked you to go with him on this mission, but you've very been "sleeping in the same bed in your underwear" close. He was literally beside you, half-naked too, you still can't get over this. You never hesitated to make banter with Bi-Han, but being this close to him made you nervous.

It was all silence, your heartbeat coupled with Bi-Hans's light snoring was all that you could focus on. You turn over and stare at his sleeping body. Your mind couldn't help but race, thinking about so many things about him. Like how he is always harsh and cold, but you'd never guessed that with how adorable and innocent-looking he is when he's sleeping, Also, he smells really nice. You know that's something really weird to think, but he did. And his face, you never really had a good look at it, but it is perfectly sculpted. All you can think about is his body and his face.

Since when was the Grandmaster hot? You wonder.

As you admired him, Bi-Han moved suddenly while in his sleep. You are taken by surprise as he rolls over to you accidently wraps his arm around you and gets close to you. You panic at the sudden feel of his large and heavy arm not only falling on you but making sure to squeeze you a little. He feels so warm, he's a cryomancer, why is he warm. It felt so awkward yet it felt right at the same time. Don't think about how warm he is, you think to yourself over and over again. Don't thin-!!!!

Suddenly your thoughts are interrupted as you feel something brush up beside you. Something big and hard.

...Oh...oh no...

You immediately realize what it is. It's bordered by both your undergarments, but you can feel enough of it to know it's big and girthy. You can also feel your brain basically shut down and your heart stop. You began to panic and you didn't know what to do. But you did know that you felt something, both heat and chills, vibrate throughout your body. You felt an instant desire, a-a fire. And that terrified you. "B-Bi-Han!" You finally spit out. "Hm?" he angrily responds, half asleep and half awake. "I-It's-uh-touching me." You try to not to be direct. “What?” He angrily asks, either he was playing coy of was 100% clueless thank to him being basically half asleep. “It!” You try once again. "WHAT IS 'IT' ?" Bi-Han snaps back, obviously getting more and more frustrated as you keep him awake.

"YOUR GIANT COCK!" You finally cry. You didn't mean to tell, nor use that type of word. But you found yourself getting so flustered and panicked that you lost yourself and your mind for a moment. Bi-Han went silent, you held your breath along with his silence. You weren't sure how'd he respond. You feel instant regret, maybe you should have slipped out of his arm and put a pillow wall between you two, that would've been much easier than this. Maybe then this yearning that went through your body would've died down.

"I see." Bi-Han finally responds. You sigh with relief, now Bi-Han will move and you can go back to trying to sleep. That's what you hoped would happen, because instead, you felt Bi-Han's arms grab you and wrap around you, his member, which felt much harder and bigger now, pressed up against you. "W-What the hell are you doing!?" You gasp. Bi-Han shushes you though as he begins to sway his a little to extenuate his little friends presence. "You think it's massive?" Bi-Han teased. This sudden action took you off guard, this was nothing like Bi-Han, the distant and stoic Grandmaster that you knew well. But here he was, rubbing himself against you.

"N-No, I didn't mean it like that I-" you try to explain. "Quiet. You're a filthy (girl/boy/child) with and even dirtier mouth, maybe there are a few more things I can discipline you on." He says coldly, you feel one of his hands trail down your stomach and find their way between your legs. You gasp as you feel him begging to fondle you. "Grandmaster, I-AH!" You find yourself screaming as he retracts to his and slaps your thigh. "Obey your Grandmaster!" He hisses. He hands back to work and begins gasping and moaning. Things weren't making any sense, why was doing this, why did this feel so...good, so...right. Like Bi-Han's fingers were always meant to be there. "We have been shackled to this mission for so long. It has been such a distressing time, perhaps you will give your Grandmaster some relief." At this moment you realize that you're not going back to sleep just yet.

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It has been hours and Bi-Han hasn't yet been finished with you. Your hole was getting sore and sensitive thanks to the constant use, the bed sheets were no doubt drenched with excess cum that escaped from inside you. You and Bi-Han had done almost every position possible, he was gentle, he was harsh, he was whatever he wanted to be with you, and you were enjoying it all. Yes, you were in pain, but you somehow managed to live every second of this. "OH GODS, BI-HAN!!!" You scream, overwhelmed by it all. "Shut your mouth and serve your grandmaster!" Bi-Han snaps at you.

You were to reduce mindless fuck-toy for your Grandmaster. Your body was riddled with bite marks and hickeys that your Grandmaster happily rewarded you with. You tried to pretend that you hated this at first Bi-Han broke through this facade instantly. How you were in your back and Bi-Han had your legs onto his shoulders, violently slamming his hips into you like a madman. You could barely feel your legs, you could sweat that parts of you were going numb. Your vision begins to go blurry as well, you try to make out Bi-Han's eyes, they are cold and filled with relentlessness and passion. All you can do is cling to him as you were mercilessly fucked.

"This was a good idea after all." Bi-Han spits as he continues to pump into you with terrifying passion. "Are you happy, y/n? You were right!" He said as if the state you were in could put a single thought together to appreciate this and even mock him. Your every thought subsided with the sensations your loving Grandmaster was showered you with. "BI-HAN!!!" You cry once again. Your eyes began to fill with tears at the overwhelming pleasure and pain you were under. Bi-Han smiled at this, the sight of how much he had affected you made the sadist inside of him happy. And with one more satisfied thrust, Bi-Han finally finished inside of you. But at this point, he was basically shooting blanks. Your legs drop from his shoulders and plop wherever, you definitely lose a lot of feeling in them.

You try to catch your breath, maybe even try to bring a thought together Bi-Han hadn't banged your brain right out of you. Suddenly you feel Bi-Han's hand on your cheek. You gasp at the feeling of his rough hand against your gentle skin. He looks you in the eyes, beads of sweat falling from his face, "I think you're right again, y/n" he says through his pants. "I think of me likes you after all." And with that, he collapses right on top of you, leaving you alone to process what happened. You and your Grandmaster just did something unimaginable, this could be scandalous if it got out. But it felt... amazing, part of you wants Bi-Han to wake up so you could do this all over again. The other, much louder part of you demanded that you go to sleep. You feel embarrassed with how well Bi-Han to such a "love"-sick state. What does this mean? What will happen now? You wonder. But your mind is so drained that you can't seem to think anymore. You wrap your arms around Bi-Han and you close your eyes.

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beom-s-author · 1 month

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txt reactions hyung line- they saw you crying

warnings: fluff,comforting,cryings,curse,hugs,etc.

Choi Yeonjun

You were looking at the ceiling in your room, lying on your back on the bed. Your phone was open next to you. It caught your attention that people you saw on Twitter ship Yeonjun with other idols and how beautiful they are. You took a deep breath, but you couldn't stop yourself from thinking. They were very beautiful. They sang wonderfully and danced wonderfully. You were just you. You were living in your little house, going to college and working part-time at the same time.

Feel pitty for yourself. And you were still thinking about the reasons why Yeonjun was with you. But nothing came to ypur mind. You were you, and you were more ordinary than ordinary. Tears filled the fountains of your eyes and fell one by one. Your teeth shook and chattered together. Your heart ached, but no one could suppress the words that you didn't deserve Yeonjun. As your whispered to yourself, sobs interrupted your words. Then you took a deep breath. Your hands were shaking. You stopped with the hand reaching for your tear-stained cheeks.

"Shhh..There is there is.." Yeonjun stroked your back and hugged you. You sobbed again and took your phone to not let him to see the post you read. But he quickly pulled it to himself and saw them. He looks at you with upset smile and sat next you. He stroked your hair and puts little smile to your forehead. "You know, it is not something I care about. You can be an ordinary person even You are already the most special to me. But you know that I will always choose you,right? So please don't cry ever again for this ridiculous things. I am happy with you crybaby." He giggled and hugs you bsck with his soft hands and his soothing words.

Choi Soobin

You came home tired. You had many wounds on your knee. Your hands were pricked by thorns. You were the school's representative in the running tournament. And everyone had very high expectations from you. But you weren't that confident in yourself. Because you didn't have the ability to manage under pressure, you stumbled too many times, resulting in bruises on your knees. You rubbed your hands on the bushes and caused a thorn to get stuck in you. The scratches made your arms bleed. You entered the house drenched in sweat. You immediately kicked off your shoes. There was blood on your leggings. You sighed deeply and lay down on the bed. When you lay down and closed your eyes, you were already asleep...

When you opened your eyes, It was already midnight. You overslept and missed your video time with Soobin. He was probably asleep also. You sighed with anticipation and laid down back. You looked at your knees and sighs with annoyance. You put some bandaged on them. You laid down again and slept back. After a day later, It was finally your competition day. You wore your outfit and now you were waiting for Soobin to come.

you waited 1 minute. 10 minute and half hour. But he wasn't there. You calles him but he wasn't there You got anxious. but he texted you after a few minutes later as he couldn't come to your competition. You sighed heavily. You went to the track and started waiting for the bell. And it started. You were out of breath almost 5 seconds later and you were 2nd now.

It was maybe not the worst one but you can be 1st also. You sighed with pain, tiredness and disappointed feelings. You took your price and went your home with tears. Soobin was at home already with snacks and refreshing bath tub with candles and room sprays. You hugged to his neck while crying loudly. You were too appreciating how he is always near of you and now you were also emotional. "Hey stop crying Y/N. You did your best. I am proud of you. I wanted watch but I couldn't so I made meal for you. I am so curious if you will like it."

Choi Beomgyu

You were on your period. Beomgyu was more stubborn and sarcastic than ever. He was laughing at your figure lying on the couch and was crushing you. But he was trying to make you happy. Most of the time, your mood would end up responding to Beomgyu's sarcastic remarks, but right now, you were in so much pain that Beomgyu's words were causing you more pain. When you take a spoon of ice cream and continue going to bed. In a big size blanket, you were sitting on the couch in pain. Your belly is aching a lot with the period cramps. Beomgyu was watching you from distance. He couldn't handle that. He went to the fridge and brang you some painkillers. He picked your favorite movie as 'Shrek 4' and laid down with you. His warmness was easing you a lot. You laid down with him while watching. Some scenes, your eyes are getting teary and you were finding yourself sniffing. Beomgyu started laughing when he saw you crying over to a scene which Fiona and Shrek is arguing. You were crying and sobbing because it reminds and panicks you if you and Beomgyu will argue like them. Beomgyu hugged you and kissed your cheeks. "Stop 'muah' Crying 'muah' little pumpkin."

You hugged him back and he picked you up for a piggy ride. You were feeling better because you were laughing after crying. Beomgyu has found the best solving for the pain. Laughing and quality times.

You watched all series of Shrek all night and hugged each other. Beomgyu was monitering your pain and also your mood. He was trying to ease your pain a bit again. He holded your hands and rubbed your belly. He kissed your hands and cheeks. He put your hands on his shouders and pulls you closer. "Sleep on me. Need some sleep and rest also."

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fluffykiddosstuff · 8 months

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stanford and stanley pines fighting for you (headcanons)

i just played swooning over stans and...help i'm so obsessed with these two now..here is littles headcanons for them when they are both in love with you :-)

warnings : swearing (thank you stanley), gn!reader, using they/them pronouns, mention of child abuse

context : the kids are gone, the grunkles are on adventures, so to their surprise when they came back for a month, they saw you in the living room (stanley almost hit you with a stick if ford and soos didn't got him), soos explain to them that you got banished from your home and came to the shack late at night under the rain. Pitty hitting them since they know damn well what a lonely life is, they let you stay and life goes on..well not as they expected...

stanley pines :

at first he tries to deny what he feels, you are friends, right ?

if you laugh at his jokes, swear with him against things he dislikes (tv-shows, young people ect..), and that you help him annoy poeple by stealing and other things ? My man is head over heals

you can see he start to grow fond of you when he wants to protect you even more than before, especially since he knows what is gravity falls made of

when you where gone for shopping with soos, he decided it was time to annonce it to his dear twin brother

he would talk about it while watching a romance movie with ford (even tho he said he didn't wanted to watch)

"you know, i start to kinda like them..but like like them you see.."

the pills doesn't pass well when ford says he likes you too

stan is definitely the most childish one

"let's make a bet sixer ! the first to got a date with them wins !"

he likes to come in while ford tries to show you something or even tries to speak to you

he even broke down ford's clock so he would be late to your weekly monster's chase

he still as limits of course, ford is his twin brother after all, and it's only little jokes that doesn't harm anyone right ?

will definitly show off with his boxing skills or by putting a nice suit (for exemple the one in the gif) while you all go out together for a party or something, will try to do sport everyday but heh, he is a little bit too old to do those things daily..

gives you his jacket when you are outside with him, even if you aren't cold, when he sees ford's face when he smells his cologne on you while you both work on something, i'ts worth it

gives you flowers and little gifts, puts them on your bed for you to find when you come back

verbally says what he thinks about you, while ford can't even say two lines in a phrase when all he wanted to say is that your outfit was pretty

stanford pines :

he mainly start to realise he likes you when you helped him with his reasearches for a creature, he is amazed by how much you are interested in his work and doesn't hesitate to take you as an assistant and answer all of your questions

man did he regret telling stan's about his feelins for you, now his life is a living hell (sometimes he thinks about going back in the other dimension by how stan can be extremely annoying, really)

you only get free time with him when you are both in the forest to hunt monsters, you talk for hours about many toppics

smarter than stan, he tries to make you more open around him, asking you about personnal stuff and trying to comfort you when things gets too hard for you to tell, he even experienced to make hugs (bc my dude is awkard) and he purposelly hugs you in front of stan while you are crying about something related from your abusive parents, bonus point if you say : "oh ford..what would i do without you..", he would look at his twin, sticking out his tongue in a proud grin, revenge is a plate you eat cold they said

when you are all watching a show on the t-v and that it's his turn to choose the movie, even if he is dying to watch a documentary, he puts an horror movie and sits next to you, watching you take his hand as a loud noises his heard or hugs you if you are too scared

when you both work and you pass out on a table, he first puts his long jacket on you, and if it gets too late, he takes you in his arms to put you in your bed, all while him and stan are having a "who is gonna look the more angry at eachother" contest

when stan swears , he likes to take him back, especially if you don't like that either (or if it's not the right moment or the right place to do those) of course it doesn't stop him for saying : "for fuck's sake" or "fucking little nerd" while you laugh with ford

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angrygirlromero · 11 months

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Hi. Sick and twisted headcanon? How about maegor "training" his pregnant wife? He killed her husband and "trained" her to be his "slave" by tying her wrists behind her back while she's naked on his bed with heels and garters on. He inserted a vibrator inside her womanhood and watched her thrust her hips while he pleasured himself. He ensured that this was recorded. He then came to notice her nipples getting hard and her tears caused by how painful it was to have her breasts filled with milk. So, he pinched her nipples to make them leak, massaged and sucked her breasts. Compulsory taking nude photos of her blossoming body and burned all of her clothes so that she'll be naked 24/7.

Maegor Targaryen x Niece/Wife!Targ Reader

Warning: Megor Targaryen, age gap, incest, pregnancy, grammar mistakes, smut.

Author’s Note: sorry I changed it a bit, and this is sort of my first headcanon I’ve ever really done so it’s not really that good, but anyway just my point of view hope you enjoy!

Maegor Targaryen would be very obsessed with Valyrian culture, he’d be determined to have a pure breed Targaryen wife, and he’d want his children and heir to be of pure Valyrian ancestry.

He’d be more than obsessed with his little niece reader after, his mother suggested for him to marry someone from their house, he’d be obsessed with the reader since she was a child, more like a daemon and Rhaenyra situation, but everyone refuses to marry the sweet little inocente reader to him, his other wife’s wouldn’t matter at all, his little niece would be his only and main priority, so when he finds out she was married off to another rich lord from another house, he’s mad, very mad, so he slaughters an entire house and ends them right there.

He would ride on the back of Balerion and burn the house to ground, he’d have his guards go in and get the reader, and her husband so he can behead him himself. He’d cut the reader’s husband’s head off, give it to her as a gift and fuck her right there and then for everyone to see who you belong to.

He’d make the reader his wife and his only queen, and punish her every night for allowing another man touch her, he’d fuck her constantly and make her moan, scream and cry his name all night long for everyone in the keep to hear.

He’d train her to be his personal sex salve and toy, only for his use, he’d always keep her in his sight and she’d barely be allowed out of her room, only with guards with her at all times, he’s be hell of a possessive man, his other wife’s pitty the reader, and one in specific would be jealous (you know who I’m talking about).

If his precious little niece asked anything of him, he’d do anything and everything for her, and out of all of his wives she was definitely the only one that mattered at all to him, he adored his little niece wife, he’d have hundreds of hand sewed dresses personally mad for her, each one individually made of the best quality of red silk and with hand stitched gold.

He’d spoil her a lot with gifts and jewelry, she’d be the most elegant, precious and perfect queen throughout the day to her people, but at nighttime she’d be his little cock slave that he could use however he desired whenever he wished.

When Maegor finds out the reader is pregnant, she’s always with his, with him being too anxious and overprotective of her and his soon to be heir, and he’d love her pregnant body more than anything, torturing her with pleasure for hours on repeat as he watches or sucks on her body leaving possessive marks or sucking on her breasts doing anything in his power to get milk out, or relive her of the painful amount of milk.

He’d listed intently as reader moans his name as he fucks her over and over until she passes out, he’d constantly admire her pregnant body being proud of his work. He’s demand that his little wife be naked of any clothes while around him.

And after his first son is born, he’d just fuck another one into her, until they had an army of children.

#maegor the cruel #maegor x reader #maegor targaryen #got headcanons #hotd headcanon #house targaryen #targcest #maegor x oc #hotd preference

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justaghostingon · 2 years

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The Great Demon Fiance ManHunt of Cang Qiong Sect

A scum villian’s self saving system au

It all started when Liu Qingge fell into another succubus pit.

Now the succubus in this pit had been gossiping just before he arrived. Well, more like debating in demon fashion, which is to say they had been in an all out brawl.

Liu Qingge thinks this might be an easy fight since they’re all so distracted, until on smarter succubus stops the others

“Wait!” She says. “He’s from Cang Qiong. Maybe he knows something!”

Liu qingge isn’t particularly interested in hearing them out, but they overwhelm him, united as one and fueled with the vigor of one who is starving for gossip

They ask him: “which cang Qiong peak lord is getting married to the next mobei-jun?”

This completely throws liu qingge for a loop nad he venemently denies it

But the succubus insist, spinning a tale of star crossed lovers which as reached their ears: of a young mobei-jun who was rescued by a pittiful human from cang qiong sect, who promised to always be there for mobei-jun, even as he rose higher and higher in thr sect, never betraying him, until even the great mobei-jun could not help but fall in love

Liu qingge dismisses this, but the succubus insist its true, because the same Mobei-jun visited their madam (i forget her name) for a fortune told, and there was a human at his side, dressed in the robes of a cang qiong peak lord!

Their madam is famous for her love fortunes! Why visit her with someone if u weren’t planning to marry them?

(Mobei-jun was not there for a love fortune. He and Shang Qinghua were looking for some plot device to help thwart on of his uncle’s schemes, and needed directions)

So which one was it? Was it him?

Liu qingge is outraged by this suggestion, so much so that it gives him enough of a power boost to escape

At first he ignores it. But it keeps circling in his brain, like a nagging fly he can’t get out of his mind

Then the unthinkable happens: Shen Qingqiu starts being nice! He saves him! He wants to bury the hatchet! He starts being nice to his disciples!

It’s almost like he recieved some very, very good news.

Like a secret proposal.

But no! Shen Qingqiu liked woman! He was always sneaking down to the red pavilon! Right? Right?

Unless he was just using that as a cover to sneak out to see his demon lover????

Filled with worry, he tries to subtly interrogate Shen Qingqiu by asking him what he thinks of demons. Rather predictably, this fails horribly. With an oblivious shen yuan thinking this was a perfect opportunity to get liu qingge to soften to his future brother-in-law’s heritage and gives his whole “there are bad and good ones” speech

Liu qingge leaves heartbroken, certain his shixiong is in love with a demon

He goes to yue qingyuan and tells him that they might be losing a martial brother to an engagement, but refuses to say who

Leaving yue qinghuan witn thr impession its liu qingge who’s getting engaged

At around this time, the rumor of a cang qiong peak lord marrying a demon reaches the peak, because those succubus are still fighting over which one it is, and have taken to asking every cang qiong disciple they can find

Yue qingyaun panics, because his shidi has all but told him he’s getting engaged, liu qingge panics because shen qingqiu could get in serious trouble if this is found out, and shang qinghua panics because what if this inane rumor causes people to examine his own connections to demons?

Shen qingqiu is not panicking. Shen Qingqiu is having a lovely time playing house eith binghe and ignoring everything else

Meanwhile the other peak lords all start accusing each other, the disciples start using this to start fights with other peak disciples, and its all getting very out of hand

Yue qingyuan is forced to call a meeting, and tries to politely get liu qingge to confess

Liu qingge thinks he wants him to out shen qingqiu and refuses. Shang qinghua is sweating bullets.

Shen qingqiu reads the room wrong and says you should get to love who you love

This turns all the other peak lords onto him

And yue qingyuan panics and starts agreeing just to get shen qingqiu out of trouble

But the others, especially qingqi are hounding after shen qingqiu, who keeps digging the hole deeper by openly defending demons

In a fit of panic, liu qingge does the only honorable thing he can think of.

He claims he’s the one getting engaged

Everyone loses their shit except for yue qingyuan who is silently relieved it wasn’t his precious xiao jiu

Shen qingqiu recovers first, congrates liu qingge on his marriage and throws his support behind the marriage, pushing yue qingyuan to do the same, and he’s still so relieved he actially does

Meanwhile liu qingge is grittinf his teeth wondering how he got in this situation

He probably stages an angry “breakup” to get out of it, but rumors still precist, of the war god who hates demons falling in love with the icyest of them all

His sister is at thr forefront of these, with her book: war and ice, a top seller

But these rumors do not reach the ice palace, thanks to shang qinghua’s hard work (and because his king might just lose it and kill all of cang qiong and him when he learns the rumors)

Mobei-jun continues to live in ignorance, saddly wondering why shang qinghua isn’t picking up on his latest demonic courtship

#scumbag system #scum villian self saving system #svsss #moshang #but only implied #liu qingge #shang qinghua #yue qingyuan #mobei jun #shen qingqiu

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tonguepiercedanyway75 · 16 days

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Shattered // Matty Healy x Reader

summery: you caught Matty doing the one thing you would’ve never expected him to do. Now you confront him, drunk

warnings: angst

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You are out with your friends in your favorite bar and all you want to do is forget about Matty. Forget about the past 4 years where you’ve been seemingly happy and thinking about how you will marry him some day. Forget about how you were tangled in bed, whispering promises to each other that you will marry some day.

Forget about how you caught him getting his dick sucked by a blonde chick and forget about the way he lied to you and broke his promises that meant everything.

“I don’t wanna talk about it tonight alright? Let’s just have fun,” you explained, raising your glass into the air and toasting to a banger night with your two best friends.

“Fuck him girl,” Lea said, nudging your shoulder slightly. You’ve known her since kindergarten and she knows everything about you. Therefore she knows the ups and downs of your relationship with Matty. But she also knows how much you love him and she always said that he’s whipped for you.

Doesn’t seem like he’s whipped for you now.

You are a few shots down, your friend already dancing on a table top, trying to pick up a guy that has been watching her for the last 20 minutes. You on the other hand don’t leave the bar stool, you keep sitting and keep drinking.

The bar door opens and your eyes drop to two tall men you are very familiar with. Ross and George. Their gaze finds yours and you quickly look away, taking a sip of your cocktail. You feel them coming towards you.

You hear your name but you don’t turn around. Ross sits down on the stool next to yours. “You ok?” He asks and you gulp. Your sight gets worse by the second, the drink in front of you starting to blur, your boyfriend of 4 years cheated and you have no place to stay in. You are not okay.

“Yeah,” you ex the cocktail and stand up, not even daring to look at them. They share a look and George finds your arm to steady you, after you almost fell down the little step.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” you hiss and push his arm away from you. You walk towards the door, Lea and Maya not realizing that you’re about to leave on your own.

“C’mon,” George says, almost shouting your name at your attend to get away, “you’re not safe to go on your own.”

You laugh, “like you care,” you shout, already out the door. You pull a cigarette and a lighter out of your purse. “We do.” Ross says, his eyes full of pitty.

“Yeah? You care?” Sounds too ironic for you, “didn’t care enough to tell me your mate was cheating on me did you.” You let your back find the brick wall and you slide down.

It’s almost the end of tour and you are so relieved, you finally get to spend enough time with your boyfriend.

You couldn’t go to the boys immediately after the concert because you had an important business phone call. But now you’re on your way backstage. There are people cleaning up and packing up the things but you can’t find any of the boys.

You move to Mattys’ dressing room when you hear him. “Fuck,” he hisses through his teeth. Your first instinct was that he was hurt, reminding you of all the times he hurt himself on stage, unintentionally.

You speed up your movements, opening the door quickly, “Matt are you-.” You are immediately in shock when you see the scene in front of you. Your boyfriend’s head leaning back, mouth open, his hair completely in a mess. A blonde woman on her knees, her mouth around his dick.

Matty’s head shoots up and he pulls her off him in one movement. “Oh my god,” he says your name but you’re already turning around, starting to run at the complete other direction. You just want to get out. “Fuck, get off me!” You hear him yelling but you don’t care because he didn’t seem to mind to have her on him minutes ago. The tears are blurring your sight and you can’t even wipe them properly without them flowing again.

“Wait.” He screams at you but you’re already out and away.

That was the last time you saw Matty and the last time you spoke to any of them. Everyone tried calling you but you didn’t want to fuck with any of them. They betrayed you. All of them.

“We didn’t know,” George said, squatting next to you, “he’s a fucking dickhead but he’s sorry.”

You clap your hands, “oh he’s sorry, that’s fucking amazing. He cheats on me but he’s sorry so that makes it okay!” You inhale the smoke so hard, believing that if it hits your lungs you can finally forget.

“He made a mistake, listen to him at least? He’s fucking miserable.” You can’t believe what you’re hearing. They don’t have the right to come at you and tell you how shit he is, because it doesn’t come near as how you are feeling.

You look up at Ross through your teary eyes. He pulls his lips together, letting them form a straight line. You reach your arm out, waiting for him to pull you up. He does and you fall against him. He grips your waist and steadies you.

“Kiss me,” you mutter. Ross shoots George a confused look, they don’t know what you’re doing. You don’t either, you just know you want revenge.

“Come on Ross, kiss me.” You let your hands find his face, tracing your fingers through his beard. “Make me forget.” Your eyes drop to his lips and you come closer but Ross turns his head to the right.

“You’re drunk and hurt,” he says and puts an arm around you. George finds Ross’ eyes and he also puts an arm around you. “You would regret it in the morning and it wouldn’t make anything better.”

You didn’t need that turning down, you need to feel better and you really want to hurt Matty. “Take me to him,” your bottom lip trembles as you talk.

“Are you sure? Don’t do-“ you cut George off.

“M’sure.” You say. Both of them lift you in the backseat of George’s’ car. Ross gets next to you while George drives off to Matty’s house.

When you arrive you at his house you threaten Ross and George to drive off and not stay. “Okay, call one of us if you need us to drive you home?” You nod and stumble out of the car.

You don’t have a home but you don’t let them know because you don’t want to have that talk. Not tonight.

You arrive at the concrete walls and the door. You start hammering against it, without any idea of what to say.

“Jesus-“ Matty shoots up from the couch. He fell asleep there and he doesn’t know the time. He’s wearing black boxers and nothing else but he doesn’t care.

When he opens the door he meets your facade. Your make up smeared from crying. Hair a mess. And your lips trembling. For a second he doubts if you’re real, but then your hands are on his chest, shoving him inside his home.

“Shit, I missed you so much.” He says but then he sees it when you turn around. The bloodshot look in your eyes, the sweat to your brow. He can smell it, the alcohol mixed with your natural aroma. He nearly thinks he forgot about it but now you’re here and he remembers everything.

“Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck. You.” You hit his shoulder everytime you repeat the phrase. His face is uncomfortable and you’re aware you’re hurting him.

“You’re fucking wasted.” He says and he feels bad because he knows he’s the reason. Before you can hit him again he holds your wrists, “cut it out.”

You are looking up at him fiercely, and he hates how much he sees the hurt. The trembling lip is not making things any easier and the tears slipping down your cheeks are a danger to his own.

“She meant nothing, I’m so sorry baby, please. I was fucking exhausted and you weren’t there and she was throwing herself at me. She meant nothing.” He repeats but you don’t listen, you just see the pictures in your head.

“Bullshit,” you slur and back up from him. Your eyes are pure disgust and he sees that. He is looking at you, pleading at you to forgive him. “You loved having her on her knees, you want that from me? Huh you want that.”

You start striping, leaving your shirt on his kitchen counter. “You want me to suck your dick like she did it? Was she better, ‘s that it?” You move over to him, hands finding the waistband of his boxers. Again, his hands find yours and before you drop to your knees he holds you up.

“Baby stop,” he pleads and now you are a real sad drunk. Sad drunk is the worst drunk. “You’re too drunk to have this conversation.” You drop down to the floor, hugging your knees.

“Why M- Matty. I loved you so much.” Your voice breaks and now a tear slips from Matty’s cheek as well. “Why wasn’t it enough? I loved you so much and you ruined everything.”

He drops next to you but he keeps his hands to himself, unsure if you’re comfortable enough to let him touch you. “I’m so sorry, fuck, I’m an idiot okay? I love you so much okay?”

You look at him and you know he feels sorry it’s just not enough. He shouldn’t have done it because now you can’t look at him the same anymore.

“I love you and I was afraid.” You turn your head away from him because you are scared that if you look at him long enough you will just forgive him.

“God. I would never do it again.” You can’t listen to this anymore but you need him. You need him in your life and you’re weak.

“I love you so much baby.” He says again and you take his hand. You take his hand and hold it. He pulls you up, his hands under your arms and he holds you tight against his chest.

He’s warm and he’s always warm. His heat radiating off of you ever time you are close to him. He puts one arm around your shoulders, not letting you go while the other rubs your back. His mouth is near your ear and he whispers stupid excuses in your ear.

“I’m so sorry okay? Please don’t leave me.” You sob into his chest, unsure of what to do.

“Was she the only time?” If he says yes now you swear you will give him a chance again. He’s gonna fucking say yes and you can start over.

“What?” He says and you pull back, to look him in the eyes. You can tell by his eyes if he’s gonna lie. Your right hand finds his cheek and you rub slow circles into his skin.

“Was she the first or were there others?” His eyes close and this is the moment you know that you don’t have a chance in your relationship. Now you’re disgusted and you immediately remove yourself from him.

You grab your shirt from the kitchen counter and pull it over your head. “Baby I’m so sorry I. Shit!” He hits a bottle from the table and you flinch.

“Have a fucking good life Matthew.” He grabs your arm but you smash away. You slap him across the face, open the door and leave his home for good.

This is it. The past years were a fucking lie. You grab your phone and you do call Ross. He answers immediately and he just hears your cries. He declines and gets in his car right away.

#matty healy #the 1975 #george daniel #ross macdonald #adam hann #the 1975 fic #matty healy angst #matty healy x you #matty healy imagine #matty healy oneshot #angst #cheating #trying to make out with Ross is so real #matty healy fluff

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thequietkid-moonie · 1 year

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Reader help Link after he wakes up

[ HEADCANONS ] [ The Legend of Zelda Breath of the Wild ]

I remember reading an idea like this some time ago and also there was This discussion of how Link doesn't remember anything and still have to save Hyrule 😟

So I decided to write my own versión, hope you like it! =D

Link had been waken up for a beautiful voice that lead him outside of the strange place he was on, and since Link had wake up he had been lead to do diferent things by people he doesn't know without much room to protest

Everything had culmine when the strange old man revealed to be the last king of Hyrule and tells him that he is a campeon destined to defeat the calamity that haunt the castle before disearing and leave him alone once again. Not knowing much than his mision or that he should go to Kakariko, Link start his journey

You could meet him on his way, either because you live in Kakariko or because you are an adventurer and find him on the middle of his road, either way who you meet isn't the warrior that had just wake up to fulfil his goal, who you meet is a man with old clothes that look at everything confused and amused, just like a toddler discovering the world for the first time

Lately had been happening strange things (like the towers that just appeared from nowhere) and meeting someone like him is pretty strange, he could easily be a Yiga, so being wary of him will be normal, and he can understand somewhat even if that place look somehow familiar he is nothing much than a stranger, no matter what he was in the past, is a past he doesn't even remember

When you asked him who he is or what he is doing he can't do more than look away shamessly, what he was supose to say? That the voice of the princess Zelda had just woke him up? that he is destined to defeat Ganon?

But when you ask him if he needs help he was taken aback, it doesn't matter if is for pitty or because you want to keep a close eye on him, you had just offer him your help. If you are an adventurer your help will be of great help actually, since he doesn't know how to do pretty much nothing right now, and even if you aren't one still, a little help is welcome

He still was unsure to acept your help, he didn't know if he should trust you, but in reallity he barely know what to do and some help will be good, so he hesitatly accept it. At first he just wanted to go to Kakariko to find Impa as the King had tell him, not wanting to make her wait more time than she already wait

Since he is still pretty new to everything soon you will get the opportunity to help him more, he has to visit all the kingdoms and search for the rest of the shrines and towers, even if the only things you could do for him is teach him some things about the world it would be a great help

After some time that you started helped him you two will end up being good friends, he holds you close to his heart since you are practically his first friend since he has waken up and he is grateful for your help

If you are an adventurer then the two of you will end up traveling together even if is just for a while and he will try to learn from you all he can too. Still, after he start to continue with his adventure he invite you over to travel to the other kingdoms (he doesn't express it but it would make him really happy if you accept), but if you decline his offer he will respect your choise and will still try to keep un contact with you and pay you a visist whenever he is near the place you are

If you aren't an adventurer that will become a motivation for him to became stronger so he could take you at least on a little trip. Also, whenever he cames to pay you a visit and this time is him who teach you something new he will feel really proud of himself (and gives him more motivation to continue with his journey)

In either case (when you don't go with him) whenever he visist you he always brings a gift for you from wherever he was, it could be different materials that you could use or he know you need, or something he knows you will like (specially from the kingdom you are more interesed on)

He wants to tell you about the places he visit or all the things he does, but since he really doesn't like talking too much (or isn't too confortable with it) he gets used to taking a lot of photos with the Sheikah Slate so he could show you

Also, he will let you try and experiment with the Runes of the Sheikah Slate, specially if you two travel together being that then you two will have more oportunities to try it, but please don't point it out because he will feel embarrased for being so irresponsable (he just want to have some fun with his best friend)

Whenever he retrieve one of his memories he needs some time to process it, it could be difficult for him since he is learning about his past and even about himself, so he could hold back himself a little and even quietly searching your company since it comforts him

#the legend of zelda #the legend of zelda x reader #tloz #tloz x reader #breath of the wild #breath of the wild x reader #botw #botw x reader #link #link x reader #x reader #x gn reader #reader insert

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shelbgrey · 1 year

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Next to me(Emmett Cullen)

Chapter 8: the missing Cullen

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The next day Edward didn't show up to school. As I stared at his empty seat in geometry with a nasty pit in my stomach. He couldn't be gone for good right? All his siblings are here, and he's sure as hell isn't sick. Even if we just met I wanted to consider him a friend. I felt slightly lonely without him due to the fact we had almost every class together.

At lunch time I looked over to the Cullen table and everyone was there except Edward. They didn't really act like it was a big deal he wasn't there. Alice and Stefan were playing cards as the rest of them talked amongst themselves.

“hay, you want to set with us?” Alice said suddenly appearing by my side. I chuckled and jumped back as she startled me. She smiled. “sorry, didn't me to scare you”

I quickly shook it off “its fine...and sure” she smiled and linked my arm with her's. “great!”

“hi, guys” I said shyly as I walked up to their table with Alice. Emmett smiled big and pulled out the empty seat that was next to him. As I sat down I felt millions of suprised eyes. They acted like they've never seen anything like it.

“what's up, Wolfy?” Damon smirked. His smile fell and turned to Emmett. “did you kick me?”

“no, I did” Rosalie said casually. I slightly chuckled.

Damon pouted towards me. “I'm the abused one as you can see” his brother Stefan rolled his eyes then turned to me.

“he's not, and I'm Stefan” I nodded and shook his hand. “I know... We have history together” I then turned to Alice's boyfriend. “your in That class too, your Jasper right?”

Jasper softly smiled and nodded. “pleasure to finally meet you”

Damon nodded. “yeah nice to finally have a conversation with the girl Emmett won't shut up about” Emmett shot him glare as my cheeks burn a light pink.

“you know this is totally bizarre, right?” I asked. “We're supposed to be enemies”

Emmett shrugged like he didn't care. “We're know to not follow rules... And the treaty doesn't say we can't hang out, we just can't be in each other's territory” I looked at him and smiled. Theses people seemed are too good to be true. It was refreshing to be expected for what you are and not get pittied, or just knew you for your roten luck.

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When I got home from school I raced to kitchen and grabbed a pair of keys I haven't touched in a long time. I opened up what me and Owen called the forbidden drawer. I sighed as I stared at the box. The inside of it was lined with red and white checkered paper that was slowly peeling. The only thing in there was some gold keys with a Ford Keychain holding them together.

I sighed as I picked up my father's motorcycle keys. My middle finger slipped into the key ring as I squeezed the keys in my hand as I walked into the living room

“tell uncle Charlie I'm taking the motorcycle out” Owen looked up from his home work and Bella looked up from her copy of gone with the wind

“why are you talking dad's motorcycle out?” Owen asked. I shrugged and fiddled with the keys making them make a soothing clinking sound.

“a-are you sure charl- dad will let you take it out?” Bella stuttered from the couch. I shrugged. “it's mine.. Dad left it to me”

“o-oh I'm sorry, I didn't know” she said running her fingers through her hair nervously. I rolled my eyes and walked passed them both. “see ya in a bit”

“love ya sis!” I heard as the front door closed. I was quick to put up my blue hood over my head then slip my leather jacket over the hoodie to keep warm.

I nervously walked into the garage were the glossy navy blue motorcycle was. I felt the tears prick the conner of my eyes as I ran my hand across the seat and handel bars. I nodded to myself as I got the courage to get on the bike.

After I got comfortable on the bike I slipped on the light blue helmet that had gold angle wings on it. The tears won and fell down my cheeks at the comfort the helmet had. The thing still had the smell of my dad's cologne. It felt like he was right there and son of a bitch I wish he was. I wish he was there to teach me how to ride this thing like he promised. I wish my mom was there to tell me everything will be alright. I quickly shook the thought and drove away from the house.

It was so dark when I finally decided to take a pit stop near the woods. There was so called animal sightings and wanted to video tape it. For the first time in what feels like forever I open up my video camera. The supposed small camera still felt big and heavy in my hand. I studied it for a bit as I lend on on my dad's bike. The old marvel stickers on it was peeling and some of them was just plain white and the characters were gone.

The crack on side of it made my hand clinch around it. Another painful reminder of my parents demise. I had it with me the day they died and it got cracked on impact.

My thoughts were cut off by a pair of headlights. I used my hand to shield the brightness from my eyes as a group of guys filled out. I didn't recognize any of them and that made my stomach turn. I pulled out my pocket knife as I started to regret coming out tonight.

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ronearoundblindly · 1 year

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for the comfort ask!! ☺️🫶🏻💕💕

🛎 - Someone at their beck and call + any character you want

Ransom Drysdale x rich!Reader from The Root of All Ransom

ooo, big shock: warnings for cursing and sexual references (nothing explicit)! WC 1.2k

‘The Wank’ is a fucking terrible friend who Ran is more likely to set fire to than embrace if he ever sees that rat bastard again.

Oh sure, it’s all fun and games, riding ATVs around this British lord-boy’s estate until that drunk idiot cuts too close in front of his invited guest, clips the tire, and launches Ransom over the front and into some ancient stone wall. He looks like a million bucks—Million Dollar Baby, that is—with all his bruises and lacerations. At least his face is unscathed for the most part. Ran couldn’t handle being fucking ugly on top of the embarrassment of being bedridden for a couple of weeks.

It was only supposed to be a quick few days' visit before he went back to the States, but instead, he’s stuck in the Wank’s mansion while the fucking prick leaves to go do other stupid things with their other stupid friends…

Why Ran keeps thinking of these people as friends, he’s not really sure, but once the doctor—who showed up with two nurses to a sprawling estate in the middle of goddamn nowhere—tells Ransom he has to remain like a vegetable in this musty four-poster, he calls you furious.

He calls to complain loudly, but Ran knew you would come.

Even though he is anxious and pissy for the whole thirty-six hours it takes for you to handle what business you can, book transport from Beijing to London, and then get a car to drive all the way to the boonies, he thinks he’s doing reasonably well when you arrive.

In reality, he’s already cursed out every member of the household staff willing to enter his room. Ransom is a terror when sick, and no one has the luxury of him drugged during this lay-up.

You’re graciously given a room to work out of but keep your Bluetooth in your ear all day every day unless you are in bed asleep. He fucking hates it. Ran is given a bell to signal he needs something and has no ability to distinguish needs from wants when bored.

“Would you stop talking like I’m not here?” he hiss-yells as you try to go back to work one day after bringing him a tray of breakfast.

You cover the end of the device and snap back, “These are prime business hours where I am supposed to be right now. I have to stay on the phone.”

When you turn to leave, Ran hits the bell.

You face him, challenging with narrowed eyes, so he hits it again. Twice.

But you don’t take the bait and shut the door behind you.

Ran’s bored—horrifically bored—and lonely. He beats down on the bell in cacophonic irritation for a solid minute before you rage back into the room.

Your hand slaps over his on the cool metal chime.

“Hugh Ransom Drysdale,” you intone between clenched teeth, “you are abusing your bell privileges. If you do not stop, I will go back to Beijing tonight, and no one here will help you. Do you understand?”

His brow is just as angry as yours, but Ran’s lips pout. He huffs anyway, nodding his head, and after you let go of his hand, he admits quietly, “I want to go outside.”

Your face softens.

You sit by his hip, seemingly exhausted by the thought of coming all this way, acquiescing to his every whim, and returning to work. Outside the tall windows shines a lovely English morning after days and days of clouds.

Ransom watches you sigh hopefully.

“I’ll see what I can do,” you whisper, patting his knee to avoid reaching over his tray. “Do me a favor though?”

“What?” Depends on the favor so Ran promises nothing.

“Will you please use those damn wipes for something other than masturbating?”

His whole body stiffens uncomfortably.

“Even a whore’s bath will do and don’t act all innocent, Hugh! I know you,” you giggle, relishing the tease and the pink stain blossoming on his neck.

He glances over at the packet on the night stand. “A…a wh—“

“Pitties, titties, and bitties.” You stand and fail to smother your grin.

He hates this. You know he hates this. He knows you know he hates this, and yet Ran chuckles involuntarily. He knows you’ll try—knows that you are trying—to make him happy. It makes him so mad.

You’re the one with a job and a business and the money, and you’re forced to nurse him like a fucking invalid. A year ago, he would have loved this shit. Now he just feels like the fucking wanker.

He has several remaining bandages which cannot get wet, so he can’t shower. Ran can, however, get himself to the ensuite but it takes all of his energy and turns him into a ball of rage until he takes a nap.

Which is so fucking stupid, he thinks, but it’s the truth of it.

He struggles for the whole morning. He actually has to split the tasks of picking out clothes to change into, resting, using the bathroom, resting again, cleaning himself as best he can to put on boxers, resting atop the covers because he now notices the sheets smell, and then gets dressed.

He waits, puttering around social media on his phone, head shooting up to the door at any tiny noise from anywhere beyond his cage of a bed.

You come back at lunchtime, sans earpiece, and look genuinely impressed that he’s decent, which is so fucking sad that he wants to die, but he wants to go outside more.

He has to lean on you to get all the way to the lawn, fiercely focused on the blanket laid out under the closest tree, taking comically huge breaths of fresh air before collapsing when you give him the okay.

The picnic and tea are nice. The formality of the service, even though the staff only brings out the dishes and a basket of food, reminds him of Sunday brunches with Linda, so he doesn’t really fucking care about the food. He’s not really hungry.

Ran lays down flat on the grass-padded blanket and drifts to the soft rustle of leaves and birds chirping.

After who knows how long, he peels his eyes open to see the sun in a completely different spot and you still right next to him, relaxed and peering up, hands tucked behind your head.

“Hey,” he finally says to get your attention.

You shift your head, lips pulled into a squinty smile he can’t resist. “Hey, yourself. Have a good nap?”

Ran nods, getting his bearings from the murky waters of sleep. He notices you stayed. You didn’t go back to work. You didn’t trade off taking care of him. You got something you needed, too: peace and quiet, so he says the most obvious thing that comes to mind.

“You’re welcome.”

He’s rewarded with you bursting into laughter.

from this game of "Comfort My Characters"

Thank you for asking!

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cottoncandykev · 8 months

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Twomp headconnons

~~ARGOS~~

Argos can close his eyes, all of them

Argos has audhd and can have drastic shifts between understimulation

Argos has chronic migranes and light sensitivity bc of the eyes (me too man)

He is slowly developing more eyes, kinda like a parasite. I also belive they may kill him someday

He has those like, children's stars around his room

Argos tried to follow/stock/became obsessed with Mr Plant to purposefully get hurt by Mr. Plant in one way or another, as Argos seems to have depression to me and little to no self preservation. Possibly intentionally.

He struggles to read because of the overwhelming viaual stimuli from his eyes. He writes a lot but struggles to read what he has written afterwards. He needs big letters to be able to read.

Argos likes pampering Mr. Plant, by giving him things like spaw days or grooming his petals.

Argos is part spider or biblically accurate angel.

Argos is from the void. And that not everyone else there is actually from the void.

Argos secretly wishes that he could find other people who look like him.

The "humans" in the void are are humans that have been disfigured, eaither forceably or voluntarily to make themselves look like void residents. (Don't fully belive this, but I have some reasons why I belive this that I will probably get more indebth in a future post.)

--Mr. Plant--

Liked Argos from the start/secretly wanted Argos to keep coming around. He had chances to kill him and never did. And the episode when he went to Argos seemed more like a realization that he did care about him.

Mr. Plant does not think he's a bad boy and is confused why people think he is.

Mr Plant wanted to be a cryptid when he was younger, looking up to figures like Mothman.

He pitties Argos greatly.

Mr. Plant needs Argos more than Argos needs him.

Mr. Plant uses it/he pronouns and prefers being seen as an entity more than a man

He uses photosynthesis to get energy naturally,, but because it tends to be dark in the void and even then he barely leaves his own, he struggles to keep energy, and he doesn't retain it from food as easily.

He's MUCH more clingy than Argos. When he can he holds that man. All the time to the point where Argos finds it borderline annoying/exhausting

Mr. Plant secretly wants to be closer to people but between scaring people off and his anger issues he convinced himself he didn't.

Mr. Plant doesn't know his other half and doesn't want to know.

He won't show his arms to anyone. Because of sh such as scratching stats.

His hands are very rough and he's self conscious about it. (Alternatively Argos has UNATURALLY soft hands)

He has scars on his hands for one reason or another.

When he was younger he'd accidentally pluck his own petals.

His petals regrow, and he eaither looses one eveytime they regrow, or they have a randomized number every time they're plucked.

He is homoromantic asexual

He likes cats.

He can be watered. Argos likes to water him.

His petals are extremely sensitive and he tends to attack things thay touch his petals (Argos is an exception after he starts trusting him but he's not super fond of it unless its a spa day or smthin.)

He finds some of the things Argos does as creepy, yet endearing.

Let me know if you want more!! I probably have plenty I'm just not thinking of rn

#i kin them #mentions of sh #mentions of suicidal ideology #mr plant twomp #mental illness #silly goofy guy #silly little guy #the world of mr plant #theyre so silly #argos twomp #twomp #twomrp #twomp headcanons #the world of mr plant hc #the world of mr plant headcannons #i want to help these poor boys so bad #id let them kill me #GOOBERS!!!!

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goodness gracious 39. brb x oc

a/n: *me noticing I'm about to hit 40 chapters on a fic I didn't even plan on getting this long* oh good golly.

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pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: fluff, mildly suggestive content, protective Rooster

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1/2/3/4/5/6/7/8/9/10/11/12/13/14/15/16/17/18/19/20/21/22/23/24/25/26/27/28/29/30/31/32/33/34/35/36/37/38

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He considered what he should do by the time both were in bed, his arms wrapped around Beatrice’s body a bit tighter than normal, his eyes open and alert with the account’s random numbers repeating in his mind. It was so odd, so odd how stuff like that was happening with Beatrice.

It got to a point he decided to get out of bed, kissing her sleepy form on the cheek and letting her know he’d be right back. He quickly grabbed his phone as he left his bedroom, adjusting the sweatpants on his hips as he unlocked the phone to open Instagram. Besides the comments of support from his friends and the likes from people he knew, he checked to see if something similar to Bea was happening to him too.

It could all be a big coincidence and his gut could be wrong. Maybe it was just a bot account in the end, that was all. He flicked his eyes over the names, swiping down until he reached the likes from weeks before…no sign of that account. He opened his DMs, checked the requests and deleted the ones from girls he clearly cared nothing about, chewing his lower lip while keeping his eyes on the phone.

Bradley placed his hands on his hips as he paced in his living room, Jolene’s head lifting from the couch, placing her chin on the back rest to watch him move. He sighs, rubbing his eyes with the tips of his fingers before looking down at Jolene, the side of his mouth quirking up in a smile as the pittie’s tail wags back and forth on his couch, creating a brushing sound against the fabric.

He scratches the back of her head, chuckling when the pitbull closes her eyes in delight, huffing happily at the attention while he slipped his phone inside his sweatpants pocket, the weight making the elastic drop a few centimeters, exposing more of his hip bone to the cold air of his apartment. Bradley decides, while looking down at Jolene’s big brown eyes, he’d give Shells a call once he takes the pittie out for her morning walks and get some answers about what’s been going on if the blonde could answer him.

With one final look at his phone once he pulls it out of his pocket, he pets Jolene goodbye and goes back to his room where Beatrice’s hair is the only thing he could see from under the covers. Not being able to hold back his smile, he walks around the bed to the other side and slips under the covers, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind and burying his face on her hair. “Where did you go?” her question catches him off guard, her body moving so it’d turn to face him.

“I thought you were asleep.” he replies, tucking the messy strands of hair behind her ear as she looks at him with her half open eyes. Beatrice hums, moving closer so that her cheek is pressed partially against his pillow.

“I was.” Bea says with her voice low, rubbing her face with the hoodie’s sleeve, her eyes partially open as she continues staring, “What woke you up?”

He didn’t sleep a lot exactly, “Just lost sleep.” He didn't elaborate for obvious reasons, rubbing the side of her face with his thumb, “Nothing to worry about.”

Beatrice hums, wrapping her arms around his neck to get even closer to him, inhaling his scent while trying to keep herself awake. Bradley chuckles silently, rolling on his back and bringing her with him so she’d straddle his hips, his hands sliding down on the slope of her lower back to rest on top of her butt, “Mmh, you sure?” she asks, giving up on trying to keep her eyes open and just pressing her cheek to his chest.

Rooster smiles, running his hands through the length of her hair and being careful of the sleep tangles by the ends of the brown tresses, gently untangling them with his fingers before repeating the process, “I’m sure.” he says, kissing the top of her head, “No need to worry, okay?”

Beatrice moaned sleepily, tucking her hands between his chest and hers as she always did, inhaling quietly, the soft gust of air cooling his skin, “Mkay...” she murmurs, “Don’t want you worrying though...with…stuff…”

God,his heart was going to explode, “I know, pretty girl.” she hums happily, nuzzling her cheek even more against his chest as he pulls the covers up to her shoulders, kissing the top of her head. Beatrice’s body relaxes on top of him and he feels her breathing slowly get even, with one final sleepy sigh before she’s finally out cold.

He waits a few minutes, just watching her sleeping form on top of him with a little smile. It boggled his mind how someone like her, so sweet and kind, was treated like shit for so long by people who clearly were idiots. Like her ex. He doesn’t know what exactly Eric wants, especially now that Beatrice is in a relationship with him, but he will definitely keep an eye out for anything weird that happens.

Rooster feels his own eyes weighing closed, the sleep finally catches up to him and he lets his eyelids slip shut, wrapping his arms around Beatrice’s waist before he’s fully asleep. He doesn’t dream, at least he doesn’t recall any when he opens his eyes the very next morning, blinking himself awake with Beatrice still on top of him, neither of them moved during the night.

The sunlight is faint but visible through his curtains, his chest expanding as he yawns quietly, scratching his jawline with the hand not holding Beatrice’s waist and frowning when he feels the stubble already forming. He had to shave after he took Jolene out. He grabs his phone from the night stand, wincing when the bright screen hits his eyes before he focuses on what time it is.

“Seven in the morning.” he mutters to himself, rubbing his eyes with his fingers as he inhales, then blinking hard while putting the phone away. Beatrice hums on top of him, rubbing her face on his chest before he hears her yawn quietly. His eyes are already on her when she lifts her head, blinking up at him with still sleep covered eyes, her brows crinkled together in confusion, “Hey.” he rasps out, groaning deep in his throat as he fixes himself on the bed, “Mornin’ gorgeous.”

“Morning…” she replies, clenching her eyes when another yawn comes out of her, rubbing her eyes with the blue sleeve, the hoodie partially on top of her head covering her mussed up hair, “Time is it?” she slurs, still trying to gather her surroundings.

“Seven.” he says, “Just checked it.” He loved how confused she always looked when waking up, with her eyes squinting and lips pursed, rubbing her face with a hand or pulling the sleeve up to cover her fist so she could wipe the sleep away. Beatrice moans tiredly, folding her hands on top of his chest to rest her chin on her knuckles, blinking heavily.

“Seven a.m.” she repeats softly, voice distorting with a yawn, smacking her lips and blinking hard so she’d be more alert, “We need to get up.” she says, not moving at all. Not that he complained, he just smiled, pulling the hoodie back so it’d rest on her upper back and he could touch her brown tresses.

“In a little bit. I’m in no hurry.” not when she was so comfortable on top of him and he wasn’t bothered by it “Did you sleep well?”

“I did.” Beatrice says, still holding her head up by her folded hands, her eyes still had the glaze of sleep over them but she was slowly waking up, “Did you? I remember you woke up in the middle of the night.”

It’d be foolish of him to think she’d forget about it, even in her drowsy state. It also warmed his heart how his well being was one of the first things in her mind, “I did, I promise it was nothing for you to worry about.” she hums, pushing herself upwards so she’s closer to his face, running her thumbs on his jawline, caressing the scar there over and over, following the indentation on his skin while the beginnings of his stubble gently scratched her finger .

Beatrice continued the gentle petting before she looked back into his whiskey colored eyes, “You know you can tell me if there’s something bothering you.” she begins, “You don’t have to keep everything in.”

Yeah his heart was definitely going to explode.

Rooster tsks with a smile, “I know,baby. I know.” he whispers gently, rubbing her chin with his index and thumb, “And I appreciate it.” he trailed his finger up to rub the pad of his thumb against the little crease between her eyebrows that always showed up when she was worried. He felt bad about not telling her why, but he didn’t want to trigger her anxiety by saying that there’s a possibility her ex is acting up and trying to get something out of her.

Beatrice’s eyebrows relax and she smiles, grabbing his hands to cup her own cheeks, closing her eyes blissfully as his large palms warm her face. She blinks her eyes open with a little smile, holding his hands up by his wrists but she recoils when he leans closer to her mouth, “Roos, no,” she laughs, covering her mouth with the hoodie’s collar, “I have morning breath.”

“Funny you think that’d stop me,” he smirks, “Plus I’ve kissed you in the morning many,many times. That never bothered me.” he drops his hands from her face to wrap around her waist, making Bea gasp in surprise when he rolls them over and pins her down to the bed. “And guess what?”

“What?”

“I’m going to kiss you again, right now.”

She’s laughing when he presses their lips together, now her hands are on his cheeks, humming happily as their lip lock intensified. Beatrice wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing him even closer than before, sighing out when he lowered himself between her legs and his hands went down enough to reach the edge of the Navy hoodie and the string of her pajama pants.

He quickly undid the green brow that kept her pants tight against her hips, tugging it down enough for him to slide his hand under it and rub her thigh. Beatrice moans quietly, lifting one leg to wrap around his hips, then the other, but she immediately widened her eyes when she tried to lock her ankles. The pain wasn’t intense but it jolted her like a warning shot, her noise of complaint made him stop and pull back to look at her bandaged foot sliding back onto the bed, “Shit, baby,I’m sorry.”

She shakes her head, “Don’t be.” she says with a little smile “You weren’t the one that lifted my leg, Roos. It’s not as bad as it was before, but I don’t want to risk it.” he understood, of course, pecking her flushed lips one last time before he straightened himself on the bed, seated on the edge of his mattress.

“Here.” he pats his sweatpants covered thighs, “Lemme see it.” She pushes herself up to a sitting position to prop her foot on top. The sound of the velcro being opened followed by Bradley lifting it up just enough to see if that movement changed anything. He gently prods her ankle, looking up at her to see her wincing just a bit “Well, I don’t think it’s gotten worse.”

Beatrice nods, watching him wrap her foot back up before a soft giggle escapes her lips, making her boyfriend look at her in question, “It’d be a weird thing to explain to the doctor.” she says with her smile widening “That the reason I am not fully healed was because I was making out with my boyfriend.”

Rooster’s eyes drop to her foot then back at her when she couldn’t help but laugh, trying to cover her mouth with both of her hands, “Oh, my God you are so cute.” he groans, removing her hands to kiss her again, swallowing her laugh before they break the kiss, pressing their foreheads together, “But it’d be a weird thing to say. Worse, it’d mean I couldn’t be close to you because I’d be a risk to your health.” he chuckles then, standing up from the bed to fix his sweatpants and shirt.

The brunette bites her lower lip, dragging her eyes down to his butt then back up, “You don’t have to do that to be a risk to my health.” she says softly, shrugging innocently when he looks over his shoulder with his eyes narrowed.

“Careful.” he warns with a smile “We don’t want to make that joke a reality.”

“Don’t we?”

He loved when she got a bit bolder, biting her lower lip with a smile, “I’m going to take Jojo out on her morning walk and you,” he leans over her, kissing her slowly with just enough tongue to make her whimper, “You are going to be right here and wait for me.” She laughs against his mouth, pecking him one last time and reaching for her phone on the opposite nightstand, telling him she’d busy herself while he’s gone. In the meantime he slips his own phone in his pocket before he walks out to the living room.

Jolene was already sitting by the door, her tail thumping vigorously when she saw Bradley approaching, patting her head fondly as he unlocked it. Jolene was trained to go around without her leash and she liked being close to whoever was taking her, so he didn’t have to worry about the pittie running away once they got outside.

He leaves his apartment with Jolene who does what she has to do before they repeat what they’ve been doing most days. Jolene already knew the way by heart, she knew there was a large palm tree down his street that she liked to scratch her butt against, then bark at the few birds that would be on the leaves before sniffing around the sidewalk.

Rooster tosses the doggy bag on the trash bin outside his building, before pulling out his phone. He didn’t have Shell’s number, but he had Bob’s and ever since they got together it was hard for the two to be apart. While keeping an eye on Jolene, who now was partially hidden inside a bush of wild flowers with her tail wagging, he brought the phone to his ear, waiting for Bob to pick up.

“Hello? Rooster?” comes his friend’s tired voice from the other side, “S’the matter?”

“Hey Bob, sorry to call you so early.” the sandy haired pilot says, digging his hand inside his sweatpants pocket, “Is Shells there? I wanted to talk to her.”

There’s a pause on Bob’s end, being followed by a muttered ‘Shells?’ that the only way Rooster could hear it was because Bob was so close to the phone. He hears Bob’s footsteps as he walks out of a room “Sugarpuff.” He hears Bob say, “Rooster wants to talk to you.”

“Rooster? Now?-- thanks honeybug- Hello?”Shells’ voice is a bit quieter than normal, probably to not startle Bob too much.

“Hey, sorry for calling so…early in the morning on a Sunday. But I wanted to ask you some things about…you know who.”

Silence is his answer, but then he hears a chair scraping over the tiles and bare feet taking him away from wherever she was, “What about him?”

“Is there a possibility he’d have a red truck?” he begins, “With a bulldog decal on the trunk?”

“A red truck? Nah, that’s not his style at all. But that was very specific to be just a random question.”

Bradley looks back at Jolene to see she was now sniffing the sidewalk intensely, tilting her head when she sees a bug running away from where she was, “In October, during Halloween, I saw a guy with a red truck looking at me and Bea when we left the supermarket. Then another time during one of your practices.”

“What did he look like?”

“Like an off brand Vanilla Ice with longer hair.”

Shells hummed on the other end, “Yeah…I don’t know who that is. Eric looks like he was a Greaser from the 50’s or something like that but he does a terrible job at it. I have no clue who that could be.”

Maybe it was wishful thinking that he thought it’d be Eric, but something inside of him told that it was connected to him. He sighs heavily, rubbing his eyes with a frown, “...well, it was worth asking. Now I know who to look for if he ever shows up.”

“Yeah, don’t forget our deal! Beat him up then call me so I can too.”

Rooster chuckles, “Yeah, Shells, I didn’t forget. Thanks again and sorry for waking you guys so early.”

“Oh it’s fine, now I’m too fired up to sleep again– you know what that means honeybug!! Bye Rooster, tell Bea hi for me!”

She hangs up the call before he can say bye, which makes him pull the phone back to stare at the screen for a few seconds before the picture of Beatrice smiling appeared instead. He felt his own lips quirk up in a grin of his own, sliding the phone back in his pocket as he called Jolene to go back.

On the way back to his apartment he couldn’t help but wonder: if that wasn’t Eric, who would it be? Was it possible it was all a big coincidence? He made a mental note to keep an eye out for the truck, if it showed up again at a place where he and Beatrice were together he’d do something about it. Because after two times it stops being a coincidence and it becomes a very suspicious activity.

He unlocks his apartment for Jolene to enter first, being greeted by the smell of fresh coffee followed by the sound of Beatrice humming from the kitchen. He pushes the door shut, coming up to his kitchen to see Beatrice already seated and sipping her morning coffee with what was left of Shells’ pastries on a plate for the two of them. “Interesting, I thought you were supposed to wait for me?”

She smiles sweetly, shrugging innocently yet again, “I felt like I could make us coffee now that I’m feeling a bit better.” she says, handing his coffee mug over, “And be productive.”

“Baby, you are healing, plus I thought I’d pamper you while you were here?”

“You are doing that,” she replies, running her fingers through his hair and grinning when his eyes drop shut with a happy sigh, “But I wanted to repay the favor a little bit.”

Rooster opens his eyes to watch her, her eyes now awake and her hair roughly combed by her fingers probably but she looked radiant. Her cheeks flushed a light shade of red as she dropped her hand to his cheek, rubbing the stubble growing there then drops it down to her lap. God he loved her so much. He just wanted to make her happy and keep her safe the best way he could, however he could. “Don’t you get tired?”

She blinks in surprise, tilting her head “Tired of what?”

“Being so damn pretty?” His reply only made her cheeks darken and her smile widened enough to show the white of her teeth, a soft giggle leaving her lips. She puts her mug aside, cupping his face in her hands to kiss his lips, caressing his cheekbones with her thumbs.

“You are,” she laughs again, “Too smooth for your own good.”

“So I’ve been told.” he quips back with a quick arch of his brow and a smirk, “Only want to see that pretty smile over and over again.” he grabs her by the waist, lifting her from the chair so she could sit on his lap, nuzzling her neck once she is there. He just wants her to be alright, he wants her to have no fear when it comes to them, no doubts, nothing at all. He wants that ex of hers to learn a lesson and know that he lost the most amazing,sweetest and kindest girl that ever existed.

Beatrice hums happily,hugging his neck and dropping her temple to his shirt-covered shoulder, closing her eyes with a grin, “You are succeeding.” she says, folding her arms on his shoulder to rest her chin on top, squinting her eyes at him, “You know, you don’t look so bad with a stubble.” he arches his eyebrow waiting for her to continue, “I love your mustache, don’t get me wrong…but I think I like seeing you like this too.”

Rooster’s chest vibrated with a quiet laugh, his hand coming up to rub against his stubble after she said it, “I don’t mind it sometimes but I don’t like letting it grow too much.” He is still touching the hair bristles. “Plus I’m used to taking care of one type of facial hair for a long time now.”

“How long have you had your mustache?”

He looked up to the ceiling in thought, huffing out a laugh, “Oh boy, uh…I think I started growing for real when I was seventeen? That was around the time it got really nice and I managed to take good care of it. Plus it made people think I was a lot older than I actually was.” That and the fact Bradley grew from a skinny teenage boy to a full wall of muscle in the short span of two years, being the first boy in his class to sprout chest and facial hair.

He grew to be taller than his father was, as his mother commented one day while checking his size on the doorframe of their kitchen. Bradley didn’t know how he gained that amount of muscle mass considering he wasn’t going to the gym that often as a teenager. His mother said it was the good genes from their family tree and while he was taller than his father, Carole said the difference between the two was minimal.

Beatrice asked him what his time in school was like and he thought about it for a bit. “Well.” he licks his lips, still considering his words, “It was okay, I mean. I had a few friends, I had a few girls I liked, but I got in trouble a few times.” like the time he beat the shit Russel Ford in for telling shit about his mother. He remembers someone dragging him away from Russel’s bloodied face, kicking him in the stomach before he was far enough from the other guy. Russel never messed with him again after that. Then there was the time he picked a fight with one of the jocks who were messing with some of the band kids, one of them was his friend Todd, and he stepped in.

Was he outnumbered? Yes.

Did he think about it? No.

He forgot how many times his mother was called to the school and everytime it happened he felt much smaller than he was. He didn’t want to disappoint her, but he was also very angry and he couldn’t figure out what to do with his anger, so he had to let it out in some way. “I had a few friends there, but we lost contact after graduation and after I joined the Navy.”

“Do you miss them?”

“I mean…” he makes a face, “I had a fun time with them during my school years but, I don’t know if it’d be the same if we saw each other again now. You know? We all changed.” he shrugs, finishing his sentence then looks down at her, “What about you?” she blinks up at him, “What was your school life like?”

Beatrice, unlike Rooster, didn’t keep the smile on her face for long, her eyes dropping to the side, “It was…” she pauses for a few seconds, “It was something. I guess that’s a way to say it…I wasn’t uh…I didn’t have a lot friends in school besides some girls from the volleyball team, my middle school friends kind of ditched me when we got to high school and–” her eyes stare at nothing for a while and her eyebrows lower as he recalls memories she got used to forget, “And I was bullied a lot for a good chunk of high school.”

He feels guilty for bringing that up, “...I’m sorry Bea, you didn’t deserve that.” but to his surprise her dazed off face melts into a little smile and she shrugs in response.

“I… can’t go back in time and change what happened. I’ve actually forgiven my bullies.”

“...you did?”

“Yeah.” she shrugs again, “We were all…kids, teenagers, we knew nothing about life and consequences. You know? Why should I keep the anger of a sixteen years old me? It doesn’t mean sometimes I don’t remember moments and scenes and I don’t get mad again, but I got tired of letting them control me even after I was out of school.” she smiles a bit more, “You go through certain things, I think, because…you have to, so you come out stronger in the end. It doesn’t always work and sometimes you get frustrated, but you do come out stronger than before.”

She finishes her explanation with the same brilliant smile, leaving Rooster completely speechless yet again. He doesn’t know how she does it, he doesn’t get how, but if he was bullied for the amount of time she was he doesn’t know if he’d have the same mindset. But Beatrice was amazing like that, she was…a good person inside and out, she really did forgive her bullies then proceeded to give him a life lesson in the same breath.

And, well, she wasn’t wrong was she? After everything he’s been through he managed to get where he is now. Of course there were some hiccups along the way and there were moments he genuinely asked himself if it was even worth it. It was, of course, everything was worth it.

He got the job he’s always wanted, he had Mav back in his life after years of anger towards the only father figure he had left…and he had the girl. Not any girl, his girl. If it wasn’t for his choices, he’d never become a pilot, he’d never go to the Hard Deck and see Beatrice there one night and never forget about her. “...you really are something else, aren’t you?” he asks softly when Beatrice lifts her head to meet his eyes, “You are so amazing,Bea. And brave.”

She chuckles softly, dropping her gaze for a second then bringing back to meet his eyes once more, “You did call me brave before.”

“I mean it, I really do… you are honestly a better person than I am when it comes to shit like that.” he laughs softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, “You didn’t deserve to go through what you did go through, that I can say with finality. But you just–I don’t know how you do it. I don’t know how someone as sweet as you exists.” he narrowed his eyes then, “Unless…you really are an angel.”

She knew he was joking by the way the corner of his mouth lifted when he said that, but that didn’t prevent her blush from getting stronger “I’m not. I promise.”

“You sure because, I don’t want God to strike me with lightning or anything because I’m dating one of His personnel.”

“Oh my God,” she laughs, shaking her head, “You are…relentless.”

Rooster’s smile turned soft, “For you? Yeah, absolutely.” he coos, bringing their lips together in a sweet peck.

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popculturebuffet · 3 months

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Sam and Max Beyond Time and Space Retrospective Finale: What's New, Beelzebub?

Hello all you happy freelance police. This one's a tad late thanks to a wrist injury, a cold and just as I was getting back to work, a case of bronchitis.

Yeah the end and beginning of the year have been rough. But we're finally here at the end of the second chapter in Telltale's Sam and Max Trilogy, the final chapter of Beyond Time and Space.

So for this one our heroes make their inevitable visit to hell. And sadly not the fun hell with musical numbers, sexy dinosaurs, and keith david as a kitty cat. No our heroes must grapple with beauacrcy, the end of days, and a rogues gallery of old foes working soul crushing desk jobs to save the world... again.

So join me under the cut as we finish off this game with a one way ticket to hell and back.

We open with our heroes in a subway station to hell... right under their street. Yeah unsuprisingly the portal to hell was right beneath our heroes all this time, but to use the subway to hell they need to pay the ferrymoleman. Harry is back...

I mean I have a friend who IS a fan of him but for me Harry's never been that entertaning. He's not soda popper's levels of "PLEASE GOD STAB THEM IN THE EYES", but he's just not very funny.

Still we have to engage with him so we need a soul token. Getting sent to hell is pretty easy given all the horrible things we done did, we just need to get the token from Mama Bosco. Turns out she was above the store this whole time and the explosion when we went to space last time killed her. We can fix that later, but for now we need the token from her room. So we reactivate our good old friend the maimtron , giving our past selves the egg and getting the remote needed to get to hell.

ONE SUBWAY RIDE TO HELL LATER

Our heroes arrive int he river sticks. They need to talk to satan about.. stopping his shenanigans, but the problem is Hell's Receptionist.. is Jurgen. Jurgen is only mildly fond of his new job but given we you now killed him and saddled him with this new job as a result, he's not feeling helpful.

He's not the only person our heroes have killed down here though as Hugh Bliss and the Shambling Corprate PResence are also here, the former being suprisingly forgiving and the latter.. well we assume he is. Brady Culture is also here. He somehow got his hair back.

The real attraction here though, and my faviorite part of this chapter, is the sam and max wing. Yes Sam and Max have condemmed so many souls to hell they have a wing. Honestly when they get down there they'll likely be the most powerful overlords since the invention of radio, so I pitty demonkind when that day comes.

For now though the wing is stuffed.. and honestly.. it makes me go a bit easier on just how dark the comedy's been this season as it was buildlling towards something. I still think the season's a tad mean spirited.. but damn if they didn't have a punchline ready for it. Not only that our heroes fixing this mistake, if for selfish reasons, is the main goal of act one: sure we're undoing people's personal hells for attention, but it's still undoing all the harm our heroes have buit up over the season.. and doing some more because it really woudln't be sam and max if they weren't ruining lives.

The poor souls our heroes have to save are the desoto, stuck at a low speed, Santa , stuck with bratty children, and the elf from the first chapter stuck having his toys constantly rejected.. by santa. Also Santa turns out to kind of deserve to be here as he hates kids and only makes toys to avoid them. Not LIKING chidlren isn't the problem but building your whole career around avoiding them sure is fucked.

At any rate the big attractions are Bosco... who is best summed up by a joke kev made abotu this chapter

Yup Bosco is naked as hell and being watched by his mom, various supporting characters and THEM

The other is Stinky.. the PROPER stinky, whose stuck on a cooking show with his spawn stealing his credit. We find out Girl Stinky ISN'T what killed him: a climbing accident did that. She wasn't lying about being his protege or inhereting the place, a nice gag and one I knew going in, but would've seen coming: her killing him was too obvious for this series.

So we have to save all these poor souls in ways I vaugely remember: we save the de soto by giving it it's soul back, allowing it to run, then run it into the theater saving bosco in the most badass way possible.

For santa we simply gum up the works of his toy return and clear out the elves, allowing him to be free and allowing his slave labor in the other hell to also be free.

For Stinky we have to commit once last crime against humanity.. well ratmanity. Junior Two Teeth is dying.. and we have to send him to hell.

I mean we somehow got rid of his mom via time travel, I'm still not sure where he went, keep ruining his dad's life, killed him in one timeline, at this point sending him to hell is a mercy.

Especially since with all this Satan's finally pissed enough to cut a deal: Sam's soul for everyone elses. IT's a deal and Sam's now stuck in his OWN personal hell: a paper pushing nightmare where Max is replaced with the most hideous, ugly, nightmarish ghoul of all

Yes Sam is living my own personal hell. Thankfully max is on the outside and thanks to the broken wall can be swapped inside to disembowel Sam's new partner and free him

Satan isn't pleased.. but i'ts more because he's NOT the boss. Yeah in a nice reveal I again had already revealed to me ahead of time but still really slaps, Satan ISN'T the big bad of this season. The big bads of this season have been putting us through everything, pulling all the strings of the plots to lead us here and throw him out. The true ultimate evil is

Yes folks, the big bads of season 2, the masterminds behind it all, the banes of my existance... are the Soda Poppers. And it's a twist I like. Look I know my general attitude to these freaks is

That still stands. But I can't deny them being behind all this is brilliant. While Telltale claimed they did this to make the chapter darker by making "fan faviorites" into it... I call bullshit using evidence from the games themselves. The way Sam and Max are frustrated when they show up in chapter 1 and when they SURVIVIE it somehow, it's very clear they knew we hated them.. and decided to expland on that. And the idea of these dorks being the ultimate evil.. is just funny.

I do admit i'ts a bit stringier than last season: using the toys to create chaos, using the moai to crush souls, using them to gather them. It's alot harder to follow and not in the "when you think on it it makes sense" way but in the squiggly do map kind of way. Plot wise.. it's a mess

Character wise it's perfect as it's tied well into their season 1 journey: they killed brady, that gave them the bloodlust and the dakota war, instead of just them being stupid was them intetnioanlly wanting more blood and evil. I'ts a neat turn ofr the characters. As for why they want revenge on our heroes, thats simple: they beat them at embarassing idol. It's as petty as it is perfect.

So Satan is sacked and our heroes now have to cancel the apocalypse as the Soda Poppers plan to end the world. Thankfully as mad as he is at our heroes, Satan is more than willing to play ball and let them use his stuff as them winning means he becomes top devil again.

First is satan's grocery list.. which is suprisingly normal, which means we can swap it for the words Hugh Bliss is censoring and thus learn the true name of one of our demons: Dick Peacock

That's Peepers whose task is to create the anti christ.... and chooses Sybil as his target. I mean granted her standards ARE pretty low so I get it, but he uses a glamour to appear sexy while sam has to confirm his demntia hasn't kicked in... dosen't confirm we're not still in hell though. Seriously of all the people to ship with Sybil as an alternative to that granite ballsack.... they decided THIS was the better alternative. Making me think of peepers doing anything to anyone in a sexual manner. And just having had to TYPE THAT sentence

Just.. damn. Thankfully we ruin the illusion by revealing his name is dick peacock... somehow. i mean i'ts a fucking great pornstar name. Honestly we could've just revealed tha the has a 5.15 inch PENIS. It would've been faster but probably woudl've wrecked our teen rating.

For Whizzer he's trying to sell the apple of knowledge.. via some wine and talking up Girl Stinky. Old Stinky is alive again and ain't having it but to help him we'll need some suplies from boscos. Mama Bosco is also alive but is in her room as Bosco kinda.. snapped after finding out she was the one surveling him and is now having a bachelor party for abe with all the other male characters and Jurgen as the stripper.Max's oh god reaction to it is priceless. We distract them all by throwing some of the apple of knowledge juice in, making everyone shockingly sober, ruining the party and getting the tar needed to undo Stinky.

Yeah as it turned out that gooey cake we stole the rights for? THAT WAS STINKY. A form of it evolved into Girl Stinky, and sadly we have to change her back as Old Stinky misses his surrogate daughter> it's an insane reveal but dman do I love it. We change her back, they say no and the only one left is specs, the greatest threat. Thankfully Specs is only compitent by Soda Poppers standards, so a quick sound card for one of the COPS wins the fiddle duel for his soul.

Satan returns, with our heroes in tow to take his throne back but hell has frozen over... meaning it's SNOWBALL FIGHT TIME. Yeah in a weird boomerang back to the first chapter, but a ncie one, it all comes down to snowballs. Sadly their not full of pee this time nor is it as easy as Whizzer can now piss fire

And how we use that against him is clever: Using various suplies around hell: some ice cream, some choclate, our old goldfishes bowl we make a cake, as not getting the birthday song is part of why their pissy. See a tad earlier the poppers simply tried using a banishing ritual I forgot happened for a second before the climax, leading to our heroes being saved in chapter one by their future selves. So we turn that back on them, setting it up and using Whizzer's fire piss to light the cake. They get their birthday.. and banished to a small firey pit as they deserve.

The day is saved and the wedding is on.. which is somehow a good thing. It's not as fun an ending as world of max, but it works well enough and I really can't say no to a wedding episode no matter how hard i try so it stil works. The world is saved again, and the soda poppers finally, FINALLY die

So that was season 2 and before we go back into the yonder till the remaster for The Devil's Playhouse, with some brucey bonuses while we wait, let's reflect on this season. Beyond Time and Space.. is decent. The game has some truly great gags, we get some fantastic new faces like Jurgen's Monster and the time babies, and the gameplay is slightly improved.

That said while Beyond Time and Space isn't a bad game and if you liked Save the World it's well worth playing.. it does ultimately feel like a step down: the presentations upped and the hint system improved, max giving frequent hints is way easier, the puzzles still have that old obstuseness that can leave you stuck without a guide, and more importantly the writing is a lot meaner.

I'm not against dark comedy. I'm a big fan of helluva boss and hazbin hotel. Dark Comedy is fine by me... but i'm admitely very selective with it. The misery and humor have to be weighed pretty equally to work, and Beyond Time and Space often misses the mark on that with things like ruining christmas, killing pirahnas or .. everything we do to jurgen's monster feeling pretty damn cruel without being over the top enough to justify. We also have smaller stuff like future sam or the whole Sybil arc. That arc was bad and it should feel bad. It just feels a lot meaner for the sake of it, something a lot of adult skewing humor does.. but it often can backfire as seen here. You need to be cruel in just the right measure. It's why the last two chapters worked: the things we did were so over the top, from nearly unmaking bosco by accident to having an entire wing in hell to sending Timmy to hell, that it hit a lot better. This one I admit will be a prefrence thing: i;'m sure some people like Beyond Time and Spac ebetter, but for me it feels like a slight step down: not enough to derail the series or not play it again, it has a vampire rave and a LOT of all time great gags, like THEM

It's just a bit of a downer. So i'll see if I end up liking The Devil's Playhouse more or if it's another step down soon enough, but I have hope it'll end the trilogy on a high. Until then thanks for reading little buddies.

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