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jonnyparable · 2 years

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Cottage Hills : A Winter Tale, Part XX

A Night with Shalabar!

Hello again avid readers, we here at Echo Dela Mode continue to be your number one source for all the latest news about the fascinating lives of the rich and famous! Following Gourmand Swindleton's surprising announcement a few days ago, we are certain you must all be eager to know what is in store for the quiet little town of Cottage Hills! Wait no more, as we bring you all the latest news from the heart of it all!

Anticipation certainly is mounting here in the wintry cold, as we await the stupendous Lady Contestina Divadonna, the splendid soprano's Midwinter opera performance tonight, where she will serenade us with some of her most popular songs from the hit musical of the season, "Shalabar".

Shalabar follows the historical love affair between the Maharaja of Sri Vama, and Shalabar, the handmaiden of the Queen, who herself rises up the ranks to become Queen, before taking her own life in the end. Tonight's very special performance is the doing of none other than Gourmand Swindleton, the new Mayor of Cottage Hills, who has put together a private show in the town's beautiful centuries old church for the who's who of the region, as part of his plans to rejuvenate the region! Speaking of which, read on as we say hello to a few of tonight's esteemed guests!

It will soon be time! As we wait patiently outside the town's church, the first guests start streaming in as their cars fill the road in front of the church, and wowza, its definitely an illustrious guest list for tonight! First in attendance is the ever punctual Baron and Baroness Cobbles of Cobbleton! Followed by the Duke and Duchess Hildegarde of Windenburg, in all their ceremonial finery.

Echo:

"Good evening Duchess Hildegarde! What stunning attire! You look like you sprang to life from the pages of Shalabar itself!"

Duchess Hildeharde:

"Then the dressmaker was successful! This dress was designed by my palace. They drew inspiration from traditional Sri Vamian sarees, which are very beautiful. It's truly a work of art. I'm very lucky to be wearing it."

Duke Hildegarde:

"And we're all lucky to see it!"

That we are! Tonight is truly an event fit for royalty, and without a doubt, a historical night for the tiny town of Cottage Hills!

Next to arrive is Studio Town's newest and brightest star, Ruby Valore! She shows up in emerald, and unaccompanied tonight, following rumours of a messy, drunken breakup with fellow young actor Sydney Starr, but as usual, she's happy to see us!

Echo:

"Hello, Ruby, you look amazing! Simply stunning! Flying solo at the opera tonight?"

Ruby:

"Hey, it's you honey! Hicc! Thank you, its an original Johan Strauss! Hicc! Oh excuse me, I must have had one too many Martinis! But ol' Ruby is free as a bird tonight! Just the way I like it! Ooh but look you brought me so many handsome cameramen! My favourite kind of man! You guys always make me look fabulous!"

Strike a pose, Ruby! The absolute darling of the cinema firmament! What a card!

Right behind her is none other than wealthy businessman, Mickey Landgraab and his wife, artist and philanthropist Tiffany Zarubin, who also runs an exclusive garden club. Up next and fashionably late, is of course celebrity power couple, Kennedy Cox and Astrid May!

Astrid:

"Why if it isn't Echo Dela Mode! Now I definitely know we're in the right place! That, plus all the fancy cars! How do you do?"

Echo :

"Hello Astrid! Kennedy, you look sharp as ever. Astrid, darling, you're truly a vision in red, don't upstage the diva now! Excited to watch the soprano tonight you two?"

Astrid:

"Well aren't you a doll? Oh absolutely, I'm a huge fan of the diva, and she can never be upstaged by little old me, don't you worry about that. I'm certain tonight will be more than worth the trip here. Aren't you fellas chilly? I'm freezing! Come on Kenny baby, let's head on inside!"

Good idea, Astrid! As the rest of the guests arrive and make their way inside, we, dear readers, will follow them in and bring to you all the excitement and spectacle within, courtesy of Gourmand Swindleton, who has invited Echo Dela Mode, and a select few members of the press to join our esteemed guests in the town's historic church!

Inside the church, Gourmand himself greets us all in front of a large red velvet curtain. There are rows of pews in the cavernous space, and wintry moonlight shines through the large stained windows on either side. The guests are all seated in the church's pews, and Gourmand is greeted by roaring applause.

Gourmand :

"Good evening! Friends! Esteemed guests from near and far, members of the press, and welcome to Cottage Hills! The building we are in is a historic church, hundreds of years old! A truly worthy backdrop for tonight's performance! Thank you for coming today, to this beautiful town, it is an honour to be in the midst of you all! It is my hope that tonight's performance will usher in a new era of fame and prosperity for this town, that as you know, I now run, and that tonight will be a glorious, historic event!"

Gourmand:

"I have spared no expense in recreating the dazzling beauty, the colours, the sounds of Sri Vama, and we shall all be magically transported tonight to the Indian coast by not only the gorgeous set, but by the music, the dancing, and the unbeatable voice of the Angel of Song, the minstrel of heaven herself, our Lady Contestina Divadonna! Now, we all know you're not here to hear me! So, ladies and gentlemen, without further ado, I present to you..... SHALABAR!"

The gathered dignitaries erupt in applause! The curtains go up and a mystifying purple light washes over our guests, as the sound of a lone flute fills the hall and rings out in the silence. Shalabar has begun!

#the sims 2 #ts2 pictures #ts2 screenshots #ts2 neighborhood #ts2 scenery #sims 2 #cottage hills #sims 2 simblr #harvest moon tree of life #A Winter Tale #Echo Dela Mode #Contestina Divadonna

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lunaqueenblossom · 3 years

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❝ Y cuando al fin estemos juntos los dos, que importa que dirán tu padre y tu mamá. Aquí sólo importa nuesto amor, te quiero ❞.

➸Amor Prohibido.

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I don't know if many know, but since I was a child I have been a fan of Selena 💖 all thanks to my grandparents.

Her songs are of great inspiration and thanks to "Amor Prohibido" I had this idea for my babies ☺💕.

I think many know that as mericcup shippers, one of our favorite AUs is, without a doubt, their forbidden love 💕.

In this scene Hicc has infiltrated the castle to see Merida for a moment. Although they both know that what they feel is "wrong", they cannot help it.

Without more to say for the moment, I just hope you like it!

And have a nice day! 💖🤗

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tteokdoroki · 9 months

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OH THANK HEAVENS!! I WAS LIKE WAIT A MIN

" tteokdoroki just posted .. "

AND I GASPED OUT LOUD

I WAS SO WORRIED ABOUT YOU , I THOUGHT SOMETHING HAPPENED , I THOUGHT YOU BLOCKED ME OR SOMETHING , I KEPT FINDING YOUR ACC AND JUST ASKING MYSELF

"WHERE'S AALI "

BUT I'M SO HAPPY YOU'RE BACK , I Hope YOU'RE DOINGOKAY

SORRY ITS ALL CAPS, IM JUST HAPPY TO SEE YOUR NOTIFICATIONS AGAIN , I WAS SO WORRIED

SORRY I HELD ONTO THIS ASK FOR A LIL IT WAS JUST SO NICE N MEANINGFUL HICC!!! i would never block u ur my baby :( im sorry i needed a smol tumblr break but im back now hugs u

#✧ ₊˚✉️੭ — new notification #✧ ₊˚🗯️੭ — messenger #eataly #<3

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crazy4dragons · 3 years

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Tuesday Evening

A typical Tuesday evening at the Haddock house. Like Heaven AU. Family fluff with lots of Daddycup! Kids’ ages: Finn, 7; Ingrid, 6; and Erika, 3. Hiccstrid are 34.

“Daddy!” Ingrid shouted as she ran off the bus, a drawing in her hand. “Daddy, look what I made! My teacher said we had to draw our favorite thing to do and I drew you and me making chocolate chip cookies.”

Hiccup smiled as he looked at his daughter’s drawing. At her top, it read: My favorite thing to do is cook with Daddy. “Aww, that’s great, sweetie! I love it.” He gave Ingrid a quick hug before turning to the blonde boy beside her, who was attempting to lift Erika, his youngest sister. “And what about you, Finn? What did you do in school today?”

“We learned about dragons! And Daddy, we have to pick a dragon to write three facts about and I’m picking the Night Fury!”

“That’s amazing!” exclaimed Hiccup, gently taking Erika from Finn and settling her on his hip. “Let’s get home and have a snack and then we can get started on that dragon project. Do you have any homework, Ingrid?”

“No. I mean, yes. I mean, I don’t know.”

Hiccup laughed. “I’ll check your folder when we get in. I made peanut butter and jelly cracker sandwiches for you kids. I can also wash off some grapes if you want.”

“I want grapes!” shouted Finn, running to the front door and yanking the doorknob.

“Hold up, bud. I need to unlock it.” Hiccup reached around his son and unlocked the door.

Throwing down their backpacks, Ingrid and Finn ran into the kitchen and grabbed cracker sandwiches from the counter. They then sat at the table and began eating while Hiccup washed the grapes.

“I want one!” Erika said, climbing into her booster seat.

“Just a second. Daddy needs to cut up your grapes for you. You can have a cracker, though.” Hiccup handed the toddler a cracker sandwich while he grabbed a few grapes and started slicing them into quarters.

“When will Mama be home?” asked Finn.

“It’s Tuesday, so Mama won’t be home until after dinner today. Remember, Mama goes to work later and comes home later on Tuesdays.”

“What are we having for dinner?”

“Meatloaf, salad, and mashed sweet potatoes.”

“Can I help make it?” said Ingrid.

“Yes, sweetie, you can help make it.” He put the grapes on a plate and set it down in front of Erika. “Here you go, munchkin.”

“Wait, Daddy, will Mama be home before bedtime?” Finn wondered.

“Yes. She’ll be home around seven-thirty. So before she gets home, we’ll clean up, get you all baths, and make sure your teeth are brushed. That way you can spend some time with her before bed.”

“I sleep with Finn.” Erika pointed at her brother. Ever since she was born, she and Finn had been best friends. For now, Finn and Ingrid shared a room with a bunk bed while Erika had her own space. When they got older, the plan was to room the girls together and let Finn have his own room, but for the time being, Erika loved either climbing into Finn’s bed or snuggling up between Hiccup and Astrid in the big bed. However, Astrid didn’t like having the kids in bed with them all the time, so more often than not Erika ended up with Finn.

“Maybe we should move Ingrid to her own room and put you and Finn together,” Hiccup said, kissing his youngest daughter’s head.

“I want my own room!” exclaimed Ingrid, her eyes lighting up with excitement.

“I’ll talk to Mama about it,” promised Hiccup.

After the kids finished eating, Erika ran to the playroom while Ingrid and Finn retrieved their backpacks.

“Alright, Ingrid, let’s see if you need to do homework today.” Hiccup grabbed her homework folder and opened it. “The only thing it says is that I need to read to you for fifteen minutes. We’ll read before bed, so you’re good to go for now.”

“Thank you, Daddy!” She hurried off to the playroom.

“Now for you, bud, let’s take a look at this dragon project.” Hiccup pulled out his phone. “I’m gonna let you go on my phone to use Google, but first, why don’t you write ‘Night Fury’ at the top of the page? You also need to write your name and today’s date.”

“Can I draw a Night Fury?”

“Yes, at the end you can draw a Night Fury. But first, we need to find our three facts.”

“I know one! Night Furies were the rarest breed of dragon.”

“That’s right, bud! Go ahead and put that down for number one.”

“How do you spell ‘rarest?’”

Hiccup spelled out the word. After helping Finn search for two more facts, he left him to draw while he checked on the girls in the playroom. “Alright, Ingrid. Do you want to help Daddy with dinner now?”

“Yeah.” Putting down the doll in her hand, Ingrid followed Hiccup to the kitchen and pulled a chair up to the counter. She then helped him mix the sauce for the meatloaf and toss the salad.

“Okay, now what you can do is put the salad in the fridge. I have to do the sweet potatoes because they need to be cut with a sharp knife and I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

“Daddy, can I go outside?” asked Finn.

“No, you can’t go out without an adult,” Hiccup said. “When you turn eight you can go out by yourself.”

“But I’ll be eight at Christmas!”

“Christmas is a few months away, bud,” laughed Hiccup.

Finn looked out the window. “But wait, I see Uncle Snotlout outside with Freja.” Snotlout, Heather, and their little girl Freja lived a few doors down from the Haddocks. “Can I go?”

“Hold on. Let me text Uncle Snotlout and see if he’s okay to keep an eye on you out there.”

“Okay.”

After Hiccup got confirmation from Snotlout, he told Finn he could go outside. “But remember, bud, dinner will be ready in a little bit so don’t go too far. Stay out on the sidewalk or in the yard so I can call you when it’s time to come in.”

“I will!” shouted Finn, running to put on his shoes and a light jacket.

…

Dinner was ready within the hour. After eating, Finn and Ingrid helped clean up, then Hiccup announced that it was time for baths.

“I wanna go in the big tub!” Ingrid shouted, referring to the big jacuzzi tub in the master bath that Hiccup had surprised Astrid with when they’d first bought the house.

“Okay. You can go in there, and Finn, you can go use the main bathroom. Do you want me to run you a bath, or are you doing a shower tonight?”

“Shower,” Finn said.

“Alright, that makes it easy. You go shower, then. Just be sure to wash all the shampoo out of your hair. And Ingrid, I’ll get a bath ready for you and Erika in Mama’s tub.” Now that Finn was more or less old enough to take care of his own showers, bath time was a lot easier. The girls still needed help, so Hiccup or Astrid typically had them share a bath in one bathroom while Finn used another bathroom. The only thing was that Ingrid and Erika insisted on playing with bath toys when they were done, which prolonged the process, but otherwise, it was a lot shorter of a production than it had been when Finn and Ingrid were a couple years younger and Erika was a baby.

Twenty minutes later, Finn entered the master bathroom in pajamas. “Daddy, I’m done. Does my hair look good?”

Hiccup briefly ran his fingers through Finn’s hair. “It looks great! No shampoo left. Good job, bud!” He held out his hand for a high-five.

“Can I put on TV while we wait for Ingrid and Erika to be done?”

“Brush your teeth first, okay? And girls, you have ten more minutes to play in the tub before it’s time to get out and put on pajamas.”

Finn shuffled out of the room and went to brush his teeth. By the time the girls were finished in the bath, had their pajamas on, hair detangled and braided, and teeth brushed, Astrid was walking through the door.

“Mama!” yelled Finn, running to hug his mother.

“Hey!” Astrid smiled, lifting Finn into her arms and kissing his head. “You look like you just had a bath.”

“I had my bath and I brushed my teeth and I’m all ready for bed.”

“Sounds good. Where’s Daddy?”

“He was upstairs helping Ingrid and Erika finish their bath but I think I hear him now.”

A second later, Hiccup appeared with Erika in his arms and Ingrid trailing behind him. “Welcome home, milady,” he grinned, pressing a sloppy kiss against Astrid’s lips.

“Ewww!” Finn wrinkled his nose. “Kissing on the lips is…” Trailing off, his stuck out his tongue and shook his head.

Hiccup and Astrid both laughed before kissing again.

“I made up a dinner platter for you. It’s keeping warm in the oven,” said Hiccup.

Astrid put Finn back onto the ground. “Thanks, babe. Let me just get showered and changed and then I’ll eat.”

“Mama, we went in your tub!” Ingrid exclaimed.

“You did? That must’ve been fun,” Astrid said.

“And Daddy said we could spend time with you before bed,” Finn added.

“Yes, you can spend time with me. Just give me time to have my shower, then I’ll be right back down and we can watch some TV while I eat.”

“Daddy has to read to me tonight for school,” Ingrid announced.

“Here, how about we read now, and then by the time Mama’s done, we’ll be all ready for a TV show?”

“Okay.” Ingrid ran to get a book from her room, then quickly returned and jumped into Hiccup’s lap.

After reading, Hiccup cuddled with Ingrid and Erika while Finn played with Legos. Once Astrid was finished with her shower, she grabbed dinner from the oven and joined the rest of the family.

“You’re gonna have to pick up those Legos and put them back in the playroom before you go to bed,” she told her son. “We don’t need anyone stepping on them.”

“Okay.” Finn hurriedly put the Legos into their container, climbed onto the couch, and snuggled against Astrid’s side.

“You’re such a Mama’s boy,” smiled Astrid, hugging Finn with one arm while eating with the other.

“And this one is a Daddy’s girl,” Hiccup said, pointing to Ingrid. “Sweetie, do you wanna tell Mama what you made at school today?”

“At school, I drew a picture of me and Daddy making cookies.”

“And at the top of the page, her teacher helped her write: My favorite thing to do is cook with Daddy,” added Hiccup.

“Aww, how cute,” Astrid responded. After a moment, she added, “You’re an amazing dad. You know that, right?”

“Of course. Being a dad is my favorite job.” Grinning, Hiccup hugged Ingrid and Erika tighter. Once Astrid laid her plate aside, he reached over and took her hand. “So milady, how was your day at work today?”

“It was good. I had to teach two advanced cardio classes, though, so I’m exhausted.”

“Too exhausted to…” He winked, then continued with, “Once the kids are in bed?”

“I could go for one more good workout,” smirked Astrid, squeezing his hand.

#hiccstrid #like heaven au #modern au #family fluff #daddycup #modern au hiccstrid #married hiccstrid #fanfic #my writing

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glitchtrapfan · 3 years

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Conversations

Charlie: Angel you in your room, me and Vaggie needs lots of help and we thought.

Angel open the door to his room, he look miserable and tired.

Charlie: Oh...well I’m glad your out of your room but now I’m concerned, you Alright?

Angel: Never been better...

Vaggie: Charlie he won’t help, he just going to stay in his room again like he did all week.

Vaggie said having her hand over Charlie shoulder, charlie felt bad for angel and had one idea to maybe help him.

Charlie: If you can’t help today can you try maybe getting a drink at husks bar, it might help to get rid of the stress you might have.

Angel: Stress, don’t worry baby I’m perfect fine, just tired from fat nuggies staying up all the time.

Angel lied, he was up due to another awful night at work and having dreams of his worst fear.

Charlie: Please angel...I worry for you and I think maybe having a talk with people at the bar and getting drinks could help.

Angel: Talking, I’m good at talking so I could try.

Angel didn’t want to today but he didn’t want Charlie to be worry, she was one of the few people in hell that deserve so much especially with all the work she doing to make hell at least a somewhat better place.

Charlie: Thanks angel, I can make sure to check on you later^^

Charlie and Vaggie head back to more work and angel heads to the bar, he saw husk was there and nifty cleaning dust all over the floor.

Angel: (Okay, I can do this, just act like yourself and just drink, it be okay)

Nifty: Angel can you move a bit?

Angel looks down awakening from his thoughts, nifty needed to get some dust that was on angel boots.

Angel: Oh Sorry shorty.

Angel head to the bar and sits down.

Husk: Well this is almost a shock to see you here, you been “tired” for almost the whole week.

Angel: Yeah sorry, you know a pornstar needs there beauty sleep once a month hehehe.

Husk: Yeah, how many drinks you want if your here?

Angel: Give me anything, I just need something since drinking water gets real boring to drink for being in my room for almost a week.

Husk: I give you some whiskey and you make it sound you been in your room for all week when I know it not true.

Angel: How so?

Husk: I see you leave your room at night with a pink furry coat, I’m going to guess for work.

Angel: no I just needed to head out and grab some stuff.

Husk: Well from your water remake I say that drinks was not one of your priorities.

Angel: Yeah, they had no good drinks at the shop I go to, the shop keeper there though was pretty hot~~

Angel giggles, husk was not laughing and he can see angel was trying to cover him things but decided to not speak more, he gives him his drinks and takes out his own bottle to drink from, for the next hour or 2 Angel was drinking with husk and they talk about silly stuff like how nifty would sometimes have to clean in people room while they sleep and angel joke she probably stalked them like a owl, after a bit husk as pass out and angel was sober from all the drinks.

Angel: (I think I need to head back, it getting late)

Angel was going to leave but then Alastor came to sit down at the bar, it made angel jump seeing someone still awake since it was close to 10 PM but then again it was Alastor, the guy almost never sleeps.

Alastor: Hey angel, don’t mind I just be out your hair for a sec, need to get myself some drink for some papers I need to work on for my boss.

Angel: Oh no it’s fine, I was about to leave but now I do feel like talking more to someone, it was with husk but..

Alastor: Husker is an funny person to talk with if you both take drinks with each other and laugh your butts off, I don’t really drink much but when someone does drink with husk it almost comical to laugh at it.

Angel: Yeah he funny Hehehehe, well Alastor did you want me to leave, I can if you like.

Alastor would have gladly said yes but angel tone was off, like something was missing.

Alastor: Angel I like to talk more, could you ask me how was your day?

Angel: Oh well I sleep again, had Charlie ask me to come down to the bar to relax a bit and had fun with husk.

Alastor: I see, did you do anything else.

Angel: No from what I can think of, actually I did play with fat nuggets for a bit, he such a cute pig when he wants to play with me Hehehehe, how about you?

Alastor: Well I’m doing good as usual, paper work, the killing if need to and having some talk with Charlie.

Angel: That sounds kind of boring, the paper work part I mean Hehehehe.

Alastor: ...Who are you?

Angel: Uh, Alastor you have not drink and you seem drunk as hell already.

Alastor: I mean who are you angel, first you always seem the same, horny jokes, talking about wanting to fuck all types of boys and doing dumb things, now here we are all alone with nobody and your acting like your not in character.

Angel: Not in character, I’m not acting, I’m just not saying as much sex stuff, so what?

Alastor: Not even the sex stuff, I mean your personality change, you seem a lot more like yourself.

Angel: Like myself...PFFT!

Angel burst out laughing, Alastor look over more with serious eyes, his hands together and his mouth grinning still but a little more out of how interesting angel has gotten, he thought he was just some asshole who just wanted to be annoying but now he was like almost a different person.

Angel: Alastor that was probably the best joke you made, I almost died laughing Hehehehe.

Alastor: Angel, I know you not much into listening much and what I might say you won’t care for but...why don’t you act like this more often, instead of always acting like your pornstar self why don’t you act like yourself.

Angel eyes wide and then he grit his teeth.

Angel: okay now I’m starting to get mad, you thinking I’m acting like a slut is uncalled for, I’m like that all the time and just because I act like this once means fuck all al.

Alastor: I’m not trying to be rude, if you want to act like this and ignore me go right ahead but from what this conversation we had today tells me, it says a lot about how life been to you, you been working at a job you hate, been force to play this role and now always act like all your life is like a play when you should be yourself, the person who was in hell from the start, so please stop..

Alastor didn’t get to finish his sentence as Angel then did something unexpected. He pull a gun on Alastor head, al didn’t look like he care.

Angel: You think you know me, YOU DONT KNOW SHIT ABOUT WHAT I BEEN GOING THROUGH, MY LIFE WHEN I WAS ALIVE OR MY LIFE BEFORE I JOIN VAL! YOUR RIGHT I DO ACT LIKE A SLUT SOMETIMES BUT I CANT CHANGE THAT, YOU THINK I CAN WHEN YOU HAVE SOMEONE ALWAYS ASKING YOU TO BE HIS PERFECT BITCH! I HAD TO FUCK AND DO HORRIBLE STUFF JUST SO I DIDNT DIE, THE PERSON YOU SAY I SHOULD BE IS GONE, I CHANGE FOR THE WORST AND YOU GOT NO RIGHT TO TELL ME WHAT I SHOULD BE, IT BEEN SO SO LONG SINCE ANYONE HAS TOLD ME THAT AND THAT MADE THEM WIDE UP DEAD!

Angel eyes were furious and had tears coming down them, his hands shake under how mad he was at Alastor.

Alastor: ....if you shoot me, you know I have to kill you for the sake of everyone here....and I’m sorry....

Angel shakes more, holding the gun to his knees, he got on his knees looking at the gun, Alastor took it and Angel tears up more.

Alastor: I know everything seems hopeless but it’s not and I know whoever in your life that was taking away from you would be still cheering you on.

Angel: ....my mom would not if she saw what I become....I’m just...I.

Alastor looks on and feeling sorry for angel, angel started to cry, a lot more loud which made Charlie hear it since she was working and husk woke up.

Husk: What the...what the hell happen Alastor?!

Charlie: ANGEL!?

Charlie came running and got close to angel was just balling his eyes out, Charlie and husk try calming him, Alastor then left, he not sure how to feel about if he made things worse for angel or help.

Angel: Charlie I...I’m sorry.

Charlie: For what?

Angel: I’m sorry I lied to you and I’m sorry..”hicc” I been awful..

Charlie: You have not been awful....you more better then most down here, it be okay angel.

Husk: (what the hell did Alastor say to this kid!?)

Angel cried more for what felt like hours and then without him even realizing, he blackout.

(Hope you enjoy the story, this is my first time trying to write a more serious story with Hazbin and not have it be all sunshine and rainbows, it more a vent story due to life problems I been having as of late)

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel angel dust #hazbin charlie #Hazbin husk #Hazbin Vaggie #Hazbin nifty #fanfic #vent fic

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yandere-ac · 4 years

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Could you do something with yandere Pietro or Dom I love them so much and I would love to see what my babies would be like ❤❤

Yandere Pietro X Reader

"Aaaaah y/n...ssssssuch a silly thou-*hicc*ought, hhhehe" Pietro had blurted out. The two of you were celebrating his birthday by relaxing by the beach and having a picnic. There you had given him your gifts, sung happy birthday and started to cut up the cake, which was fine and dandy. But then Pietro had busted out the Vacation Juice and well, that’s when things had started to become a little more blurry. It had started with just a couple of sips, but then you two were doing challenges and sooner or later you were both dizzy and giddy.

You had just suggested that you and him should start a circus together, which he had brushed off as a joke. "Nno, 'm serious Pietro. We should *hicc* totally do it! I cou-I could be the guy behind the lights and you could be the entertainer! Is’ genius!" You had blurted out. "Yeeeeeeah but we can’t just leave the island? You’ve got your job as island rep and I’ve got my job" Pietro responded as he looked at you contented. "Wah? You have a job?" This made you very much confused since there weren’t really any jobs on the island that you could think of. "Why yes of course! My job is being the greatest, most astounding villager around here!" He had stated triumphantly. This caught you off guard and made you snort. You playfully hit him on the shoulder and before you could react, Pietro had tackled you into a hug. The both of you fell onto the picnic blanket and you both started to laugh, but only for a little while. Yes, soon the laughter died down and you both just laid in each others arms, looking up at the sky, smiling.

"Thanks fo-or the offer y/n, but I’m perfectly content with living here on the island, entert-*hicc*taining our fellow islanders...with you..." that last part was very quiet, barely above a mumble. You weren’t sure if you were suppose to hear that part but you did. You liked Pietro, he was one of your first islanders and you two had quickly become close. By now you were practically *inseparable*.

He always kept you company even whilst you were doing your tasks, planting trees, terraforming, fishing, catching bugs, digging up fossils. It didn’t matter what you did, Pietro was always sure to follow you around, talking to you all whilst still having a smile. It was very sweet of him, sometimes keeping up the island was a chore but it was made much easier when you had someone to talk to. One time when you were walking by the beach, Pietro had given you a shell, saying that he thought it looked pretty. You still kept that shell, never once even thinking of selling it to Timmy and Tommy.

You and him had been through it all, the nooks cranny and plaza upgrade, the K.K. Slider concert, the May Day event, that horrid bunny day event. He’d been with you, from start to finish. And you wanted him to stay with you until the absolute finish. Or, at least you hoped so. You knew very well that there was a possibility that he might want to move away, but you always tried to shun that thought. It always made you so nervous and sad and now you were thinking about it and-

"Hmm? Is something wr *hicc* wrong? Honk honk" He could see the frown on your face, a frown that you hadn’t even realized that you had. "Oh...umm...Pietro? You...you enjoy your life on the island right? You don’t want to leave?" As you asked this, you could see his eyes widen and his face turn from confusion to worry. "Why, of course not. Why would you ever think I would? I love it here on the island!" He said, giving you a gentle smile. "I guess...I’m just kinda scared that you would find a better island and want to move there" you admitted to him, this had made him laugh. "Oh Y/N! No island is ever going to be better than this one! You wanna know why?" He quirked his eyebrow as his lips formed into a smug smile.

"Why?"

"Because this island has you"

The next morning you had woken up feeling rather stiff. Not because you had a bad bed or anything but because you and Pietro had fallen asleep right there on the beach, huddling close together for warmth. You in particular had buried your face in his soft wool, Pietro didn’t really mind, he knew that humans had a higher risk of catching colds since they didn’t have any fur. It had been nice at first. But now your back was hurting and your hair was full of sand. Waking up before Pietro you got up and instantly felt a sharp pain in your head. You winced and immediately put your hands on your head as if that would do anything to stop the pain. Good lord, if you were feeling like this, then you could only imagine how bad it would be for your sheep pal. He had drunken a lot, and I mean a LOT more vacation juice than you had.

You took a little while to let your nerves calm down and the pulsation in your head stop. And after taking a few deep breaths you stood up and pulled Pietro onto your back, giving him a piggyback-ride to his house were you safely tucked him in....well maybe not tucking him in, more like placing him on his moonchair. It’s not your fault that the madman refuses to get an actual bed. But now, it was onto the residential services, you had to let Tom and Isabelle know that you couldn’t work today.

Dragging yourself towards the resident services you appreciated that you had woken up early, since most of the other islanders were still asleep. You didn’t want them to see you like this, it took you everything to not go straight home so Tom and Isabelle didn’t see you like this. But you knew that they would be concerned if you didn’t show up. Opening the door, it had made the little bell on top of said door jingle. "Good morning Y/N!" You heard a certain yellow dog cheer. Her volume made you wince and cover your ears slightly. "Oh, sorry. Are you okay? Was I being to loud?" Isabelle and Tom were now fully turned to you, giving you all of their attention. "No, no. It’s fine Isabelle, just, keep it down a little right now. I have a hangover at the moment" this made Isabelle let out a sharp gasp and Toms eyes slightly wider. This wasn’t the first time you’d ever had a hangover, but it WAS the first time you’d ever turn up to "work" with a hangover. If you could even call it your work.

"A hangover? I don’t mean any disrespect Y/N, I truly don’t but why would you show up here then? Just go home and rest it off" Tom had told you. "Yeah, that’s what I’m planning to do, I just wanted to ask if you guys could handle all the rep tasks? You don’t have to do `em or anything but I just wanna know that you’ll be okay without me" now that you said it out loud it sounded a little stupid. Of course they could handle it, it’s not like you were really doing anything super important, and they both were adults. "Oh Y/N, how sweet of you. You know you don’t have to worry about keeping up with all the rep tasks right? This is your forever vacation! You don’t have to stress about not showing up everyday and work on the island" Isabelle had yipped happily, although a little quieter than usual of course. "Yes, yes. The deserted island getaway package is supposed to be relaxing, not pushing more work onto you. We’ll be fine. Go home and rest now" Tom told you with a smile. Seeing them both so supportive had made you feel warm inside. You had overworked yourself during these past few months, always wanting the island to be perfect. But this was your vacation after all. You thanked them both and just before you left Tom had told you: "And Y/N? Don’t feel obligated to come back after you’re better, you can take the next few days to yourself"

Oh god, everything was wrong! Everything was totally wrong!!! You had followed Toms request and had stayed inside for the day, not only that but the next two days. And when you came back, it turns out that a camper had visited the island, another sheep named Dom, he had heard of the islands good reputation and wanted to move in . But there was no room left on the island. And so, after some arrangements he had gotten to replace someone. And that someone had been Pietro.

But worst of all, Pietro had never even stopped by your house to say goodbye. You didn’t know if it was because he didn’t have any time or if he was mad. You hoped it wasn’t the latter but it wasn’t like it mattered anyways, you wouldn’t ever see him again. Once you found out from Isabelles morning announcements that a new islander had moved in and takes Pietros place you had stormed out towards Pietros house. To your horror it was a completely different house, and to hammer in the fact that Pietro was gone. The new resident had exited his house and greeted you. Once realisation hit you, you sunk to the ground, tears flowing out of your eyes. You couldn’t believe it, you refused to believe it! Your closest friend, the one person who had been with you since the very beginning. Gone! Just like that he was gone.

Your short stay inside your house and now extended to a week. A week, with no contact and no interaction with the island. Some of your friends on the island had slipped in some letters underneath your door but you couldn’t bother to read them. All you wanted to do was cry and mourn the loss of you friend. You felt like he had died, which he might as well have, you knew that once someone moved out, their chances of returning where next to nothing. And it made you deeply depressed to think about. You were mad at Tom Nook, you were mad at Isabelle, you were mad at the new Islander, you were mad at the world, you were mad at YOURSELF! But the one person, the only person that you’d never be mad at, was Pietro. The one who you needed the most.

It had taken a while, but you eventually got out of your house. Only to be immediately bombarded with apologies from Tom and Isabelle. As it turns out, there had been a mistake in the system that had allowed Dom, the new resident to replace anyone he wanted. They were both very upset and sorry about their mistake. It didn’t exactly make the situation any better, but you did eventually forgive the two. But that wasn’t the only thing that had changed during the week inside your house. You had noticed that your other fellow residents had started to treat you differently. They acted as if they were walking on eggshells around you, as if you could break at any second and they’d have to be there with the glue. It was very annoying, no one would talk to you like a normal person, but you did receive a lot of support, which was nice you supposed. Even Dom had tried to comfort you at some point, saying that he didn’t mean to separate you and your closest friend. But you had made it very clear to him that you didn’t want to talk to him at all, he was the one that did this. And you had no desire to ever forgive him.

But just like everything in life, eventually, you had to move on.

It was an ordinary day at the island, soon it would have been a year since Pietro moved out, and you had started getting used to life without him. By now, everyone was starting to act normal around you once again. You had grown closer to your other islanders and had even started to engage in conversations with Dom. You held less of a grudge towards him nowadays. He didn’t really know what he was doing when moving in. And he was pretty pleasant to talk with, although he was nowhere near your favourite resident.

You were going to fly to a deserted island to get more supplies and hopefully you would be dropped off at a rare island. As you were sitting in the seat of the airplane, you were conversing with Wilbur, your good friend and the captain of the plane. You found yourself often going to deserted island when you wanted to get away and be alone with your thoughts. Although that didn’t really happen that much since there were still other people going on island tours. They were nice, but you could never bring them with you since your island was now full.

In the distance you could see faint smoke coming from the island you were landing on. So there was another person there.

Stepping off the airplane, you walked off the docks and onto the island ground, you were in luck! The trees there were full of fruit that was not native to your island. You happily started to shake the trees and picking up the fruits that fell to the floor. That was all good until you saw the campfire off in the distance. And more importantly, who sat by it. You couldn’t believe your eyes, and you had to run closer to make sure your eyes weren’t deceiving you. Oh my god, it was-

"PIETRO!" You had shouted running up towards him and tackling him into a hug. You couldn’t believe it! He was here! He was okay! And he was-

"Oh...it’s you. Thought you didn’t want me in your life"

And he was mad.

"What?! No! Pietro listen to me! There was a big mistake!" You tried to explain, but by the look of his expression he was having none of it. "Save it, honk honk. You think I’m stupid? You let a new person move in, and then have the audacity to lock yourself inside, refusing to take contact and ignoring me before I was forced to move out!" The sheep’s eyes turned from angry to sad. "I...I though you loved me Y/N... I though we were friends... I thought we were gonna stay together, the two of us against the world... But I guess I was wrong" you could hear a small crack in his voice as he said this and soon your vision started getting blurry with tears. "Pietro, please listen to me, I never wanted this to happen. I wanted to stay together with you, believe me I did. I still do! But when that new islanders had come to the island he moved in without my permission. I was taking a break from my life as island rep and didn’t get the memo. Trust me! If I would have known about this. I would have stopped it! Please forgive me Pietro! I never wanted this to happen" you fell to your knees and started crying, you had finally found him again but now he hated you.

But little did you know, that was so far from the truth. As you wept into your hands you felt yourself being pulled into a woolly chest. And soon, a pair of arms wrapped themselves around your shaking body. You quickly returned the hug, the both of you now crying onto each other. The two of you had lost one another, we’re separated, divided. But you had finally found each other. And unbeknownst to you, Pietro was gonna make sure that he wouldn’t lose you to somebody else.

Later that day, you returned to your island, with Pietro. On the plane ride home you two were still holding onto each other. As if one of you let go, you would never see each other again. As the two of you stepped onto the island, a lot of people started gasping and some even ran up to Pietro. Giving him a big hug, telling him how they’ve missed him. But the moment quickly faded as a very confused Dom had walked up to you and asked what was happening. "Oh? Dom! This is Pietro! He used to live here befo-" one of your peppy islanders had said before cutting herself off, realizing what she was about to say.

"Oh...so...is this the islander who replaced me?" Pietro said, a smile present on his face, but his eyes, his eyes held what could only be described as pure hate. "Oh, im so sorry about that, indeedaroo. I never meant to-"

"No! It’s fine! Really! I’m happy to put all of this behind us, what is important is that I’ve returned" Pietro said, the wide smile still present on his face. Everyone could tell that Pietro was clearly not over it. But you didn’t care, Pietro was back and you’d both agreed that he’d stay at your house. And you felt ecstatic!

But that’s how you felt.

Pietro, felt quite the contrary. He had been willing to forgive you, believing that the whole "kicking him out" was an accident. And at that moment, he WAS happy. But the moment he stepped on the island and saw that the person who had replaced him was another sheep. That’s when he got angry. Not only that but he was wearing a rainbow shirt. He WAS trying to replace him! He had started to brainwash you so that you would let him move into HIS plot. He probably wanted to hurt you, or worse. PURSUE YOU! He couldn’t let that happen, he couldn’t let someone take you away from him. Not again. He’s the first to admit that when he had to leave, he was really hurt, he’d thought that you had wanted to get rid of him. How silly of him. It was clear to him now that DOM was the real culprit. Well he wasn’t gonna let Dom steal his life from him.

Not on his watch.

It had happened quietly, in the middle of the night. The clown had snuck into the jocks room, since he hadn’t closed his door. And then, he’d done things that he didn’t think he was capable of, things that would horrify any normal person, things that even made himself a little afraid of what he was capable of. After the hard part was done, he had to move onto the second part of his plan.

In the morning, you had woken up. You stretched a little and then went up. You had made your breakfast and now it was time to go outside. But first, you went into the room that Pietro was sleeping in. He looked knocked out, poor baby. You decided to not wake him up, leaving him a note instead.

"Out of the house, the bread is in the left cabinet in the kitchen"

Going outside you had greeted all of you residents as you all waited for Isabelles announcement.

"Hello everyone! Right now on (Island name), it’s 9:46 am on Tuesday, August 13th. For today’s news, we’re sorry to be announcing that Dom the sheep moved out last night. Leaving his house completely alone. We’re not sure why he have done this, but the house is going to be up for sale."

This shocked you and a lot of residents, Dom had never expressed a need to move out or the want to experience new things. So the fact that he would presumably move out without an explanation was very strange to you, especially if he had left the house. You went to the plot to see the house still indeed standing there. As you walked up to the house you saw a note taped to the door.

"Dear (island name), I’m sorry that I left you all in such a hurry but I knew it was something that had to be done. When I moved in here, I didn’t know that I would have to take one residents place, and I didn’t know you all liked him so much. I simply cannot live here with the guilt that I separated friends from each other. To make up for it, I’ve left the house for Pietro. I hope we could see each other again some day"

This note felt very weird to you, it didn’t feel right. You knew Dom, this didn’t feel like him. It felt like a wolf in sheeps clothing. But no matter, you all had to move past this weird incident. Pietro had moved back in and all had seemed to be going well. You and him had grown even closer now and Pietro loved it.

Before, you were close. But now, you always seemed to be afraid that if you looked away from him, he would disappear. And Pietro took full advantage of this. He loved to feel you being so dependent on him, he always felt so jittery anytime you held his hand. He loved you, he loved you deeply, he didn’t care if it was unhealthy, he loved you, he NEEDED you.

He lost you once, and he wasn’t gonna lose you ever again.

#yandere #yandere acnh #animal crossing #yandere animal crossing #pietro acnh #yandere pietro #x reader #honk honk🤡🤡🤡#i love this cured motherfucker #tw yandere #tw obsessive behaviour #tw murder #or well...#implied murder #if you wanna belive that Pietro just asked Dom to mocve out then thats fine to

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irkenphantom · 4 years

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NEW INVADER ZIM AU

Hick AU (as someone who lives in the Deep South- I want to make fun of stereotypes)

Made Me and @sparklearmstrong

@kioxolot gave me the idea cause instead of thicc Zim she said Hicc Zim

- Dib is named Dip after dipping tobacco.

- Gaz is straight up a Gasoline still but instead of Gazleen it’s just Gazoline because Membrane didn’t know how to spell Gasoline at the moment he had to put down a name for this kid.

- Membrane is a smart man but by smart I mean- have you seen breaking bad? This man is a maker of drugs. He also is a extreme christian and republican. He makes fun of liberals and other stuff. (I’m a liberal and my family bullies me for it so like lmao I have new quotes for the types of comments he makes every day folks)

- Instead of paranormal cause us southern people all believe in paranormal shit- Dib is just a liberal and socialist. That’s it. He lives in the typical small country town. (Aka Republicans, Racist, Sexists, Christians, and the few Meth Heads.)

- Gaz wears overalls and sometimes a little straw hat. She still wears her gamer shirt. She plays Minecraft on a old PS3 with Dip. When she’s out- she has a paddleball off or is kicking tin cans around.

- Dip wears his usual get up still- because he refuses to look like a country redneck. Only alterations: the trench coat is a little more scuffed up, he wears blue jeans, and his boots are just dark brown cowboy boots

- Membrane says these a LOT:

“That’s not very christian, son.”

“My poor (socialist/liberal) son”

- Dip is a clone still. Membrane was cooking up the usual and his hair mixed with the chemicals and BOOM INSTEAD OF POWERPUFF GIRLS YOU GET A BABIE BOY. So yeah, Dip is like half Meth related chemicals.

- They live in a small house next to a trailer park.

IRKENS:

- Zim is a alien still. He was sent to Earth because the Tallests were getting tired of him and was like “Let’s send him to a primitive planet so he realizes how good he has it here.”

- Welp. Zim got stuck in Dip’s town.

- Zim’s design is the same but his outfit is more “city slicker” looking so everyone assumes he’s just a city boy with a skin disorder.

- “DAD, HE’S A ALIEN.” “Son, the city slicker foreign child is not a alien. those crop circles is because Mister Harrison got a little to fun with the met-.... Mints he bought of me.. besides God made only one life form- Humans.”

- After a bit, the Tallests are like “huh what’s Zim doing down there? He hasn’t been in contact in a while.” So they go down to check on their dumbass invader.

- The Tallests are smart enough to make their designs more believable. They look like rich CEO’s from the city and essentially look like Zim’s Dads.

- Membrane sees the Tallests looking nice in their fancy business suits, looking like gorgeous CEO's and Dib's like "SEE DAD, THEYRE ALIENS" and Membrane's just like "I think you might be right son" and when Dip gets excited, Membrane goes "I think we do need to tax the rich. Ain't no reason them pretty boys are going around with so much more'n the rest of us"

- The Tallests dead ass is repulsed by humans. They either go by Rhet and Patryk or they dead ass go by Red and Purple and everyone’s like “those city folk sure do love their colors, huh?”

- Zim and The Tallests live in a mansion like home. (Zim’s base was the canon base but then the Tallests were like “LMAO YOU FUCKIN LIVE LIKE THIS?? HDHSJSJ YOU DUMBASS BITCH.”)

- Everyone tries to be Zim’s friend because his “folks” obviously have some money.

- Zim tells everyone that this one of their many homes and that they just came down for a while to get away from city life.

- Zim’s ego? Fucking boosted to max here.

- The teachers except Mrs Bitters is afraid to fuck with Zim’s so called “dads” because these rich men look like they could kill you and you’ll never be found.

- I NEED TO DRAW ART.

- uwu I want to write meme ao3’s for this

#invader zim #invader zim gaz #invader zim gir #invader zim dib #professor membrane #dib membrane #gaz membrane #the almighty tallest #almighty tallest purple #almighty tallest red #almighty tallest #au #invader zim au #Gaz’s rambles #hick au

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zarinaa113 · 4 years

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Happy Birthday My Talking Fishbone! You NEVER cease to amaze me

Two days ago was my birthday as well, I spent the day in a flower crown and so shall Hiccup!

This is the first art I’ve made since the HTTYD Duo contest and I was only making art for the contest. Its been close to a year since I’ve drawn/posted any art of mine. I’m glad to be back. If anyone can get me back its Hiccup.

I liked making up his outfit, based on his HTTYD 3 concept art. The bag/book is amazing tho and SO Hiccup. Wish it’d been featured.

He just got a birthday present from someone. Its his telescope from HTTYD 3, I highly doubt he had time to make a fancy telescope like that between Dragons 2 and 3. So maybe it was a present? But from who? I’ll let you decide because I can’t.

Once again, Happy Birthday Hiccup! I only get to say this once every four years and last time was when I found out but I was a day late. So here’s seven years worth of love and appreciation and sympathy and joy coming at ya. I love you Hiccup, I don’t care that you aren’t real or that you’re married, I love you and that will never change.

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jason-my-jason · 4 years

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Slasher's (that you write for) reactions to an s/o that gets the hiccups when they are startled/scared? ((Thanks for answering my ask before. Love your writing 💖💖💖))

(sorry for such a late response, I’ve been busy and tired, lol,,)

Slasher’s with an s/o who Hiccups when Startled!

Jason would definitely be confused at first. Weren’t hiccups supposed to be cured by being scared?? He would only know one way to help, but he’d rush back with a bottle of water before you know it. Furthermore, Jason would look into ways to make sure whatever scared you didn’t/couldn’t scare you again (and if it was him, he’d apologize over and over and beg for your forgiveness, lol)

Let’s be real, Michael is probably the one who caused the scare that sent you into a fit of hiccups. Nevertheless, he’d watch with a dull interest before walking forward and smacking you on the back. You know he means well, but ow. You’d be better off getting over them yourself.

Candyman’s reaction is more normal than some of the others on this list. Whatever had scuttled across your foot had made you jump, and when you landed again you were softly hiccuping into your hand. Candyman would pull you close, mumble something to get your attention, then help you hold your breathe until they went away. He’s definitely your best bet if you panic when you’re startled!

Again, Helen isn’t technically a slasher but whatever,, She wouldn’t baby you, but if the hiccups lasted long enough she’d ask if you were alright. She’d fetch you a glass of water, and would giggle each time the glass shook from a hiccup on the way to your mouth. Her laugh is contagious, and before you know it you’re fighting back laughter with each sip. Somehow this works, and Helen has successfully cured your hiccups.

Bubba thinks it’s just the cutest thing in the whole damn world. You’re like a little animal! Scared by everything, in need of love! As soon as your hiccups surface he’d recognize them, and it was all uphill from there. Bubba would lift you in his arms, pulling you close to him and nuzzling his face into your neck. You’re laughter from the impromptu tickle would help make the hiccups stop, but Bubba wouldn’t let you go until he’d had enough. The answer to a lot of Bubba’s problems are hugs, now that you think about it...

Nubbins knows the struggle of trying to talk with a speech impediment, and even though yours isn’t permanent he still feels for you. You’ll probably end up stopping them yourself, but any way Nubbins can help, he will.

The only hiccups Brahms had ever encountered were his own, so he wouldn’t be much help in stopping them. He’d think it’s cute at first, watching you jump from something that startled you, but after a few minutes the sound would annoy him. The house was quiet, and something about the constant hicc noise was grating on his ears. If you teach him how to stop hiccups he’ll be more eager to help next time, if only to stop the noise.

((leaving out a few slashers because I just don’t have the energy, lol,, but I hope you like the post nonetheless Thank you for the request!!))

#my post #jason voorhees #michael myers #Candyman #candyman helen #Bubba sawyer #nubbins sawyer #jason voorhees x reader #michael myers x reader #candyman x reader #bubba x reader #nubbins x reader #Brahms heelshire #brahms heelshire x reader

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sickiebangtan · 5 years

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lap puppy; (3/7)

BTS sickfic // jimin-centric // word count: 1,655

"Jimin just wants Taehyung to pet his hair and rub his back. He reallydoesn't want to have to ask him. He should just freaking know."

Summary: Jimin rarely actually gets drunk, but when he does, he wants to be in Taehyung's lap.

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It usually takes a lot to grab enough of Taehyung's attention from the tv screen if he's watching a black and white film. Even harder if it's one of his favorites. and this one is one his favorites—it's just started too, and the beginning's the best part because he loves how this one has been filmed. When the front door clicked open the first time, he didn't look up; it was Yoongi shuffling in, muttering his acknowledgment and sounding sleepy, headed straight to bed. Right behind him was Jimin, making so much noise that Taehyung actually wrenched his eyes away from the screen to look his way.

Jimin is clumsy already, but he's ridiculous when he's drunk. Yoongi had to have helped him up to the door because Jimin would've hurt himself chancing it on his own, but obviously the rapper had reached his limit the moment they'd made it inside ("Wake me up if you need help with him, but right now I'm too tired. Going to bed."). If Taehyung hadn't quickly paused his movie to get up and hold him steady, Jimin would've wobbled his way into the edge of the kitchen counter and fallen straight to the hard floor.

Jimin hasn't been drunk in a long time. He can drink alcohol like a fish and be adorably tipsy at best, but Taehyung can't recall the last time he's seen Jimin this far gone. he leans on Taehyung like deadweight and he's breathing heavy. His face has the same bright red flush Hoseok typically gets the moment alcohol hits his system and Taehyung wants to sit him down just to snap a few pics of him on his phone.

Instead, he sits Jimin down gingerly on the sectional so he can go to the kitchen to pour him a glass of water and put some saltine crackers on a paper towel. Hopefully they can help soak up some of the alcohol still sitting in his belly. Hopefully he can prevent his friend from having a bad hangover in the morning. Did Jimin get hangovers? He's never witnessed it before.

"Hyung." Jimin grumbles, for about the fifth time, laid out on the sofa with his head on taehyung's lap. Taehyung isn't his hyung, but he is when he's drunk. Jimin always denies it when he's sober, and Taehyung finds it highly amusing how fired up he gets when Taehyung rubs it in. Jimin does not like to imagine himself as anyone else's dongsaeng besides his beloved hyung line. It's ironic, because Jimin is probably the most welcome member to baby, but he also likes to be in control, of everything. That includes Taehyung and Jungkook.

It's refreshing to hear 'hyung' from Jimin's lips, but it must also mean Jimin's feeling really vulnerable right now. He must be feeling pretty dizzy, because he's been grabbing at Taehyung wherever he can reach, breathing heavy and eyes trying to train on the warping ceiling above him. he closes his eyes with a throaty groan. Taehyung's distracted, still enthralled by his movie, but he idly rubs a thumb along Jimin's forehead to show he has at least some of his attention.

Jimin's humming drowsily, a droning tune in his throat with each exhale, just making noise in Taehyung's opinion. He's wiggling his socked feet against the arm of the sectional and waving a floppy arm around for some chance that Taehyung will notice him but all he gets is a saltine cracker pressed to his lips.

"Eat your cracker." Taehyung orders, still staring at the tv screen. Jimin pouts, but he's obedient.

Jimin just wants Taehyung to pet his hair and rub his back. He really doesn't want to have to ask him. He should just freaking know. What's worse is his hiccups are getting more close together. They're deep and they make his belly slosh and the couch under him is starting to feel like he's on a rocking boat. Staring at the ceiling isn't doing him any good and the crackers Taehyung keeps making him nibble feel like they're stuck too high in his esophagus.

He flops himself so his head's more into Taehyung's lap, so his eyes are blocked by Taehyung's chin, so he can watch Taehyung's concentrated face. He reaches blindly for Taehyung's hands and cups his own face with Taehyung's warm palms. He hums with pleasure.

"Tae, you have biiiig hands. Like, maaassive hands, you know that?"

Taehyung hasn't looked down but he smiles wide, taken back by Jimin's sudden observation, the little slur in his words. Jimin squeezes the hand on his face. "Who gave you those—your mom or your dad?"

"Mom."

Jimin's eyes get so round and wide. "Really?!!!" he gasps. Taehyung bites back a laugh, looking down to hush Jimin and remind him that the others are asleep. Jimin's face is completely flush from the alcohol. It's a sight to see.

"Wahhh," Jimin peels Taehyung's hand from his face, which is now hovering teasingly over his whole head. He traces the lines of Tae's palm. "But she doesn't have very big hands herself,"

"Crazy huh?"

"Yeahh. So crazy." A hiccup chirps out of Jimin again. "Kim Taehyung."

"Park Jimin?"

"I'm drunk."

Taehyung smiles. "Not just tipsy?"

Jimin grimaces, feeling the world spin with another unpleasant moment of vertigo. "Not," He snatches Taehyung's hand like he's about to fall off the couch. Taehyung's eyebrows make his concern clear as he now watches Jimin more closely, squeezing his hand a little tighter to steady him. "And now I'm dizzy. . . and my tummy feels weird."

"Weird how, baby?"

"Mm, full, liquidy. Bubbly. A little not good."

"Did you try some different drinks this time?" Taehyung runs his free hand through Jimin's scalp. Finally, Jimin thinks. It feels so good that his eyes roll back. He loses his train of thought for a second, licking his lips and reveling the next pass of Taehyung's fingers skirting through his hair.

"Y-yeah. I told Yoongi-hyung I wanted to try an irish bomb, because he did it with Kookie. You—you have to chug it, you know? This tall—hicc—tallll glass mug of whiskey and um—milk? Ugh, that's what did it." He says, like an afterthought, putting a hand under his shirt to rub into the gurgle of his stomach. It sends up a tiny burp that he'd usually blush over if he were sober.

"Did you have anything else tonight?"

Jimin scoffs. "Of course I did, hyung. Shot of tequila, shot of rum, a shot of this sparkly vodka, irish bomb—baam, do it with me," he tries to fist bump Taehyung so Taehyung plays along, but he's sporting an uneasy expression.

"That's a lot—more than me," he says, exaggerating how impressed he is. Everyone drank more than Taehyung.

"I had six drinks—that was only four. Can't remember what else."

Taehyung is pretty sure all six drinks are now what's pooled on the floor of the living room right beside the couch because of how violently it came out of Jimin, but he isn't finished, hunched over the puddle and gulping air into his lungs with shaky unsteady legs. Taehyung is right at his side, supporting him at his hip. The very moment Jimin sucks in more air, Taehyung chances hurrying Jimin to the bathroom. As soon as Taehyung holds him over the bowl, Jimin's burping up a heavy stream of liquid, sputtering desperately as the contents of his stomach can't seem to leave him quickly enough. He coughs hard, wheezing as he tries to get some air in his lungs, only to cough up another mouthful of putrid alcohol.

"Easy, baby, easy," Taehyung instructs, patting lightly at Jimin's straining back. Taehyung struggles to keep Jimin's drunken body from swaying too far from the open mouth of the toilet.

Jimin's whimpering, so nauseous that it's frightening. He can't stop retching. He can't breathe. Taehyung tries his best to comfort with his words. He's doing a great job holding Jimin steady and showing him that he's not going anywhere, and Jimin is eternally grateful, but this is horrible. This is it. He's never drinking again. Ever ever never.

Taehyung stays with jimin in the bathroom for hours. He's sure by now they'll be sleeping there tonight. Every time he thinks Jimin's done, the dancer is unraveling himself out of his arms to heave productively over the toilet again. Jimin refuses to get in bed even after he's eventually only dry heaving. Taehyung relents after Jimin's pleas become tearful and he leaves him only briefly to take his comforter and a few pillows off his bed, returning to make a comfortable little pallet on the bathroom floor. He'll have to explain to Jin and everyone about the puddle of vomit out in the living room if Jimin doesn't let him go to clean up. Maybe he can slip out after the poor boy falls asleep. He gathers Jimin's tired sick body onto his lap and holds him tight, pressing lips against Jimin's throbbing temple and closing his eyes.

Jin finds Taehyung and Jimin in the bathroom the next morning, Taehyung fast asleep against the wall, wrapped in his comforter with Jimin bundled up on his lap and snoring faintly against his chest. The air smells of stale, sour alcohol and Jin doesn't even need the explanation of Yoongi standing behind him to know what's going on here. He sighs heavily, pressing his fingers into his forehead. He's more worried than annoyed, but they have a meeting this afternoon and he now has 3 hours to attempt to cure Jimin's hangover before the appointment. Jin grimaces at the sight on the floor; Jimin looks rough, to say the least.

He looks back at Yoongi who shrugs but still looks guilty. He isn't hungover. Of course, he isn't. "I guess the Irish bomb was a bad idea."

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bonus:

Jimin's hiccups clip over the low volume of the film, sometimes light with a random burp that cuts in between. Taehyung grazes his back while Jimin scrolls drunkenly through Snapchat filters on his phone. He looks down when Jimin suddenly groans and drops his phone right onto his face. "Ughhhmmph, I just sent that to Taeminnie-hyung. Taetae, here, fix it please?"

"I don't think you can delete what's already been sent, Jiminssi."

"Hyung, no--god, he's gonna think I'm so crazy."

#bts sickfics #bangtan sickfics #bangtan boys #sickfics for bangtan #tw:vomit #sick jimin #lap puppy #i had the dialogue for this thing ages ago #just sitting in my notes marinating #drunk diminnie

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