#also her eve stuff SLAPS

[genderfcker]

the amount of euphoria i get from listening to old vocaloid covers. cringe is dead relive your middle school and high school highs by jamming out to jubyphonic on repeat

#jubyphonic #vocaloid #also her eve stuff SLAPS #and i relistened to rachie #and heard some new stuff from kura and im like man. great time to be a fan of this stuff #it just hits different with that nostalgia

[thinkingaboutjaedyn]

christmas cookie run ( elisa de almeida x reader )

prompt: just elisa and yall's daughters being chaotic while making cookies to surprise you.

author notes: a lil christmas fic since everyone is making one. this is my longest fic by far (aleast it feels like it). hope you all enjoy!

it was christmas eve and the de almeida household was getting busy. the house was decorated nicely in christmas decorations with child-made drawings along the walls in the hallway. along with child decorated stockings that were hanging off of fireplace.

elisa and yall's twin daughters, ana & julia, are in the kitchen. elisa is trying to help the two kiddos make some christmas themed cookies to surprise you with since you are out running errands. ana stands on her tippy toes, trying to grab the bowl full of cookie mix off of the counter. "wait, no, baby" elisa says as she picks up ana and sit her on the counter. meanwhile julia is occupied with looking at the mixer attached to the bowl.

the twins are a complete handful and putting sweets in the mix makes them even worse.

"how does it work, mama?" julia says, her eyes curiously looking at the cookie mix in the bowl. she starts to poke her finger in the mix, but elisa grabs her wrist in time thankfully. "we have to cut it on, lili but firstly we have to put some more stuff in the bowl, okay?" the french player smiles as she places a small kiss on julia's wrist. ana glares at the sight before offering her wrist up too.

"kissy, mama" the blonde haired little girl says as she pushes her wrist in elisa's face. the french player rolls her eyes before kissing ana's wrist as well. than elisa moves over to the fridge. trying to keep a close eye on the two toddlers on the kitchen island as she pulls out the chocolate chips from the freezer part of the fridge. she walks back over to the island, opening up the bag of the chocolate chips.

it takes a good ten minutes to get ana and julia to stop eating the chocolate chips while also crushing some at the same time. eventually elisa gets the twins to pour the chocolate chips into the cookie mix. now it's time to mix it all up. ana and julia both use their tiny hands to hold onto the top of the machine. elisa places her bigger hand on top of theirs. rolling her eyes playfully once they start bullying her about her hand weight.

"just hold the bowl, mama. your hand is sooo heavy" julia pouts while ana pulls her hand from up under elisa's hand. she slaps her hand on top of elisa's and frowns at her, "what lili said. your hand is heavy"

"why am i getting bullied by my own kiddos? fine" the french player rolls her eyes again, her hand going to hold the bowl. now ana and julia can happily hold onto the top of the machine without the weight of elisa's hand on top.

finally, elisa cuts on the machine. the kitchen fills up with giggles as the vibrations of the machine makes the girls hands feel all funny. after all that, it's time to pour the cookie mix into different shaped pans. elisa picks up julia in one arm and ana in another. putting them down on the floor so she can grab the pans.

she grabs a pan with heart shaped holes and another one with gingerbread man shaped holes.

"which one?" elisa asks as she shows the twins the two pans. now of course these two can't seem to ever agree as ana points right at the heart pan while julia points to the gingerbread man one.

julia's brows furrow as she glares at her sister. than she looks up at elisa. "mama, pick mines. it's better" she says. ana shakes her head in disagreement, "no it's not." their little back and forth goes on for a good five minutes before elisa steps in. "we can just do both" she says, setting the pans onto the counter. the girls frown in displeasure but get over it pretty quickly.

they start to run around the kitchen as elisa pours the cookie mix into the individual holes in the two pans. putting them into the oven before putting it on the right temperature. now with all that running and arguing and playing around, the twins are looking tired but obviously won't admit. good thing elisa can tell when they are tired from a mile away. "c'mon, let's get into bed and get all cozy, hm?" elisa says as she approaches the twins who were now playing around under the kitchen table. "no!" julia pouts as she gets up from under the table, going off running. ana, who is easily influenced, follows right along after her sister. the girls run around the house, trying to outrun their mama for a good while before elisa catches them. throwing them over her shoulder before walking to you and her's bedroom.

"you two can even sleep in the big bed with mama, okay?" she says as she lays them down on the bed. ana is the first to protest as she glares at elisa, "don't wanna." julia would protest alongside her sister if she wasn't already knocked out. the little brunette clings onto one of the various pillows on you and elisa's bed. "i know you wanna, nana" the french player leans down to place a kiss on ana's forehead. that's enough for her to turn over and cuddle into her sister's side. elisa places a kiss on julia's forehead too. she sits on the bed so ana can go to sleep comfortably (the little girl literally won't go to sleep unless she feels elisa presence. it's a problem).

it takes a good ten minutes, but both twins are in deep sleep finally.

you haven't gotten not one call since you left the house this morning. which is unusual at best and concerning at worse. usually the girls would beg elisa to call you so they can see your face even if you were only going to be out for like ten minutes.

however, there were no calls or texts from your wife. you try to figure out what those three rascals (yes elisa is included) could be doing as you stand in line at the grocery store. snapping out of your thoughts once it's your turn.

after paying for your groceries and taking them to the car, you decide maybe it's your turn to call them while you're out. you click on elisa's contact, cutting on the heat in the car as you listen to the phone ring. after two rings, elisa answers. you smile hearing her voice; you can't lie you missed it even if just for a few hours. "hi baby" she says. you can hear the smile in her voice as she talks. you reply back, "hi babe. what are you and the girls doing?"

you hear a bit of shuffling and footsteps before elisa replies. "they're napping. they tired themselves out. you know, running around. i'm just lazing around.." she says, her tone sounding like she doesn't even believe what she is saying. her tone makes you slightly suspicious but you let it go.

"give them kisses for me" you say, starting to drive off (your phone sits nicely in a phone holder you got. don't hold your phone and drive y'all). elisa hums in acknowledgement. you can hear metal meeting the marble of y'alls' counter. now you are even more suspicious but again you let it go. sometimes it's better to let elisa do her own thing than question it.

"i'll talk to you when i get back to the house, okay?" you say, deciding to let elisa finish doing whatever she is on the other side of the phone. "alright baby. love you" she says back. you can tell she is distracted but it's whatever. you reply back with a i love you too before she hangs up.

back at the house, elisa has already gotten out the the pan of cookies. she lets them cool off as she grabs the icing out of one of the cabinets.

her tongue peeks out of the side of her mouth as she concentrates on icing the cookies. coloring the cookies in white, blue, and red. she tries to decorate them and make lil outfits on the gingerbread man ones but she isn't the most creative person out there. it takes a few minutes to finish all the cookies but two. those special two are for ana and julia to cover with icing; one gingerbread man and one heart.

elisa doesn't even have to go get the girls to do their cookies as the soft footsteps of the twins sound out into the hallway. eventually making their way to the kitchen.

"why did you do them without us, mama?" ana asks in a sleepy voice as stands on her tippy toes to look at the cookies. julia is alot more grumpy as she goes to cling to elisa's leg. "i left two just for you guys" elisa says as she picks up julia than ana. one twin for each of her hips. she sits them down in their chairs at the kitchen table. right infront of where their cookies sit, all nice and bare.

once comfortable, the twins have at it. with ana happily putting white icing all over her heart cookie and julia making a lil outfit for her gingerbread man. obviously the twins are only so young so they make a bit of a mess. elisa internally cringes thinking about how she is going to have to clean those little messes up but it's fine. those adorable smiles makes it all worth it. ana finishes with her cookie first. it has white icing on it with the words love u mama smushed up together in the top half of the heart and mommy written in the bottom half. than julia finishes. her cookie being just the standard gingerbread man but with pink hair (she begged elisa for some pink icing even if it wasn't christmas colors).

"great job, kiddos" elisa says as she gives them both kisses on the cheek. she is about to say more when the sound of your car can be heard from outside. the twins jump down from their chairs (giving elisa an damn near heart attack) and run off to the front door. waiting by the door for the moment you walk inside. elisa follows behind them, leaning against the wall as she waits at the door as well. you are bombarded with very loud voices the moment you walk inside the house. ana and julia's voices overlap as they try to tell you about their cookies. "one at a time please" you say as you come down to their level.

"this is for you and mama" ana says as she smiles at you. giving you a kiss on the cheek before handing you the cookie. julia gives you her welcome kiss on the cheek before speaking, "i made a cookie for you too mommy." she gives you a smile as she shoves the cookie in your face. you take the two cookies and smile as you look at them. "you two are the best daughters in the world. you know that right?" you say as you give them a few kisses back. they let you indulge before pulling away from you.

elisa is smiling the whole time this is happening. coming over to where you three are before placing her hands on top of the twins heads. "alright, enough of welcoming mommy. go put on your shoes and coat so you two can help get out the groceries" she says. ana rolls her eyes before running off and julia follows soon after. you stand back up to your actual height before hugging elisa (you put the cookies in your coat pocket. you will regret that later). you two kiss for a long moment. smiling at each other as you pull away slightly.

"didn't expect that, did you, baby?" she says as she gives you a peck on the lips. you shrug, "knew you was up to something when you didn't call. still, thank you."

"ew, stop being all mushy" ana says as she stands behind y'all. she pushes past you two to go outside to the car. julia flies past you two as well as she runs outside to the car. elisa gives you one last kiss for now before letting you go. grabbing her coat so she can also go get the groceries.

"hope you got my favorites," she says. you roll your eyes playfully before saying, "duh babe."

#elisa de almeida #elisa de almeida x reader #woso x reader #woso fanfics #frawnt

[sparklingsora]

Hi. I would like to know many things about your roleswap au bc I love it very much but I have no idea what to ask I just want to know many things bc my brain has been consumed already

uhhhhh I guess can you lore dump a little bit on backstories? Idk I just wanna know everything about this au

I will be back in your ask box for this au several times most likely

-Spaghetti Brain Anon

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASK!!! i am SO glad that i could get this au to live in someone else's brain rent free too. all i could ever ask for in life tbh i guess i'll infodump about character backstories, dynamics, character arcs, all that juicy stuff putting it under cut because HO BOY THIS IS GONNA GET LONG

as a heads up, take the timeframes i give you with a grain of salt, because i still havent completely figured out the timeline so first of all, vox!! he's a sinner, died in the 1950s, as per canon. he's a businessman, but less stable than in canon. he's always jumping from job to job, business to business, which results in him having a lot of connections with various people around hell. soon after arriving in hell, he met and became friends with alastor. cut to, i'd say around 7-10 years before the events of the story? alastor disappears without a trace during an extermination and vox assumes him dead. having now been personally touched by the effects of the extermination, the idea to try and solve overpopulation another way is planted in his head, but wont come to fruition until much later. in the meantime he meets velvette - finds her bleeding out in an alleyway after getting too cocky and trying to fight back to an exorcist (bad idea). he nurses her back to health, they become friends and eventually start dating, yada yada yada. one day vox and velvette find a funky little cat (keekee). keekee takes a liking to them and leads them to the old ruins of a building up on the hill on the edge of pentagram city. they figure out that the cat turns into a keyblade that can be used to magically build shit (only the hotel though, as keekee is the spirit of the hotel or??? whatever the hell the canon lore is idk???) vox finally decides to realize his idea to try and solve overpopulation more humanely - through redeeming sinners! his reasoning is, if angels can fall (as proven by lute and charlie), then demons can surely ascend, right? though he's not as sure or idealistic about it as charlie is in canon. he simply thinks it has a chance of working, and opening up a hotel means a bigger sample size than if he were to just try and get into heaven himself or something like that. besides, he wouldnt wanna go to heaven, he likes it here. also, im not sure where this is situated in the timeline yet, but he was in a band with adam, lute and possibly eve at some point? the band is called brimstone eden, as mentioned in the comic i posted. im not sure yet whether he was in the band prior to eve's disappearance or after it (eve disappears 7 years before the story starts to mirror canon lilith). swap!vox, like his canon counterpart, is a very reactive person. he follows trends, he's extremely go-with-the-flow to a fault. he never really had any strong beliefs until the hotel - his character arc mainly involves him gaining something to believe in and learning to fight for that belief, 'ready for this' being more or less the culmination of his arc. jesus christ i cant believe i wrote that much JUST on vox. *slaps the top of his head* this boy can fit so much lore in him

now, velvette... she's how you'd expect her to be. same old brave, arrogant velvette. she's a fashion designer and seamstress and runs a moderately sized business which she promotes on sinstagram. she's mutuals with val there, which is how he finds out about the hotel. there's not much to write home about when it comes to val - it's insane how similar angel and him are. like literally barely anything changes when you swap them, it's very clean. he's a prn star, sold his soul to angel dust, yada yada. though a bit on his dynamic with vox - vox is very good at reading people, and doesn't like being lied to (he's a bit of a hypocrite in that regard - he puts on a facade all the time when in professional settings). he can clearly tell val isnt doing as good as he pretends he is, and wants to help him really badly, but val just sees it as vox pitying him and rejects his help (its what they fight about in ep 4, as a counterpart to the whole "charlie going to the studio" thing bc vox wouldnt do that) and now here's the fun part - ALASTOR! oh, alastor, you beautiful stuck up bitch! so turns out, he's not so dead after all! he ALMOST died in that fateful extermination, but husk found him and offered him a "give me your soul right now or bleed out in this alleyway" type deal. of course alastor chose the former, but boy he's not happy about it. he's extremely ashamed of how far he's fallen. so ashamed, in fact, that he hid from the world for those 7-10 years! yeah! he's only pulled out of hiding when husk summons him to be the bartender for the hotel. vox is of course, extremely bewildered and demands answers. alastor doesnt give them and avoids him instead. it takes a sincere conversation with valentino in ep 4 for alastor to finally talk to vox again and explain himself. alastor is basically in extremely deep denial of just how fucked his life is. he clings onto his radio demon persona like a lifeline bc its the last thing that can help him feel some semblance of control over his situation. his tension with valentino is twofold - first they butt heads because of opposing personalities, and second because they both see the other's bullshittery. it's a clusterfuck it eventually bubbles over in ep 4, they both admit how absolutely fucked they are and are friends now. wish i could say more on al & val bc i love them very much but it seems ive run out of eloquency for now. though i know i'll draw some comics of them eventually so maybe it'll come across better in comic form. anyway as mentioned above ive run out of eloquency and im honestly not sure how coherent this whole thing is so you'll have to come back for the other characters some other time, dear anon! until then, thank you so much for the ask once again, and have a nice day/night :)

#askbox #veeswap au

[soulfulazrael]

I think the Vs being in the same season as Heaven was such a massive error. Seriously they barely showed up and the stakes got fucked because honeslty what threat do the Vs actually pose? Charlie herself could probably bitch slap them and even if she didn't want to, she could cry to her daddy and have Lucifer to do it and then shred Angel's contract in a paper shredder. They already sent Heaven packing, the Vs themselves don't pose a threat and would need some other op villain to prop them up(Probably Eve or Roo or whatever).

Like all Vox did was get pissy at Alastor and for some reason has a crush on him? Like this just feels like fan service for shippers? Like can we just have people be rivals? And Velvette sang. Val is the only who did anything and even then, it doesn't really go anywhere because they shove this heaven stuff in at the same time.

Yeah. I think this is the example of how little patience Viv had when it comes to Hazbin Hotel. Yes. She had no clue if she was gonna get Season 2, but she should have adapted and instead of shoving everything into one season she should have tried to make season 1 feel like a cohesive and well done story that has a beginning, middle and end. Treat it like a one season series like Over The Garden Wall where while she cannot put all of her ideas into it she can put in some of them and give them time necessary for them to be developed into something great.

To me they should have cut MOST of the plot lines and put in maybe only Angel Redemption where you can focus on it. Let this one idea be focused on and be well developed. Let it be the overarching goal of the season. Redeeming your first sinner and make it feel impactful so even if you do not have a season 2 you still have one cohesive story with beginning, middle and end that can end on an impactful and hopeful note as you explore what it means to redeem someone and feel the weight of redemption when it finally happens. You can explore in depth the most important element of the story, the thing that this story is build upon and what the titular Hotel is all about. Redemption. Through that you can delve into Angel's character, show his flaws and issues that he has to overcome, sins he committed in life he has to atone for and get over and people that he hurt through them. Delve into this idea and explore it as much as you can and when redemption happens you know how much it takes to redeem someone and what it means. And then if you DO get Season 2 you can show this happen a lot faster with more sinners and that would lead to sense of progression around which you can write more drama. Maybe with Charlie who may be getting more and more conflicted as she sees people she grows to care about go away.

Also this allows you to take more time with character interactions. Make them more varied. Maybe through trying to get this one person redeemed you can have everyone contribute in their own way where you can either learn more about them, Angel or both and around that can be made unique interactions between ALL of the characters and it lets you explore more of the hotel which helps you care about it. And it also can lead you to introduce more characters, but those would be all centered around this story and one goal, making it make sense and be cohesive when they show up. It would immensely help with character interactions which are LAUGHABLY sparse as characters barely interact with one another besides the ship pairs like Vaggie and Charlie or Husk and Angel where neither of those even have much of a chemistry at all and require the audience to already be invested in those. Which makes the entire cast feel very shallow. Not to mention that we barely spend any time at the hotel and we see barely any location inside it besides the main hall so when it finally is broken we feel nothing as we barely got to know that location. And it's fixed in ONE song. That's not how you do it. Think about it. All of those emotional beats. First redeemed sinner. Death of Pentious. Death of Dazzle. Destruction of the Hotel. Appearance of Heaven. All of it feels WEAK as none of those ideas were given proper time and so they are barely noticeable. And that was the ONLY chance Viv had at doing those. And she wasted them on this rushed season.

And let me tell you. If I had a choice between putting all of my ideas into one story and almost all of them being underdeveloped and bad in execution or putting fewer ones and letting them be developed into something great then I choose the latter. People may not see all of my ideas, but those they will, they will remember and looked back at fondly. Something I DO NOT think will happen with this.

My idea for seasons of this series would be like this:

Season 1 - redeeming first Sinner who is Angel Dust and main villain is Val. Exploration of Angel and many other characters through trying to get him to achieve redemption where each character gets explored as they try to help out in their own way and either you learn more about Angel or a member of the cast. Ends on Angel ascending and Val beaten and killed by other Vees who in this version may be abused by him and they end up being antagonists of next season.

Season 2 - Other 2 Vees become antagonists as Charlie is now redeeming far more sinners, but she starts to grow weary as she realizes she will be alone eventually which Alastor also exploits to corrupt her. Ends on maybe Velvette being killed as Vox himself may find a way to also attain more power and Charlie becomes more corrupted and destroys a lot of her work while Alastor regrets his actions.

Season 3 - Dealing with Vox and fixing Charlie. Heaven is now being more hinted at and Lucifer himself is now far more involved (who is not as positive character as in the show). Eventually leads to Heaven getting closer as Hotel stops working during this time and population increases again.

Season 4- Heaven and Hell in conflict as everyone tries to fix their mistakes. Maybe ends with both Heaven and Hell now rejecting the main crew as maybe at the end Hazbin Hotel becomes actual Purgatory where sinners can be judged when they die. Abandoned by both Hell and Heaven Charlie and those who remain can forge their own paradise and their own purpose beyond Mandates of Heaven and Cruelty of Hell.

Just an idea

#hazbin hotel criticism #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel critique #hazbin hotel critical #vivziepop critical #vivziepop criticism #vivziepop #hazbin hotel rewrite

[sunnyfucks]

most of the time sunoo is receiving, what if hes the one giving now???

a/n : down bad for dom sunoo so... thx bloei <3

“ BITCH, YOU LIKE IT! ” hard dom sunoo x fem reader. (ft enhypen hyung line!)

cw : SMUT with a little touch of angst hehe, them being tipsy, enemies to enemies lmao, lots of degrading stuff, slapping, pulling of hair, choking, jealousy, face fucking, a lot of cursing and f words. sunoo and reader both feeling frustrated towards each other. use of y/n.

“come on, jay! just one kiss!” everyone cheered as heeseung hypes the younger. “it wouldn’t hurt to place a kiss on sunghoon’s cheeks!” jake teased once more. jay faked a puke as he face his friend, sunghoon. “what the fuck bro, don’t you know how lucky you are right at this moment? girls and guys would kill to be on your position right now” sunghoon rolled his eyes playfully, boosting his own ego. “hurry up, jay! you’re taking so much time” someone on the side shouted. “okay okay! goddamn you all want to watch me kiss sunghoon that bad?! its even only on his cheeks!”

“damn, just do it” you said and you heard sunoo hissed. you side-eyed him and saw that he’s not looking at you but he has his jaw clenched. jay’s mouth hanged open, “even you y/n? god, i thought we’re like this” jay acted hurt and held his chest as he clink both his pinky fingers. “well, ofcourse we are but you’re taking so much time, jongseong” everyone laughed and cheered with your words. “y/n’s right. just kiss me so we can move forward!” sunghoon chuckles, obviously liking the fact that his friend is acting all shy. “aw, is the baby jjongsaeng pouting? what if i give you a kiss instead? aww come here baby~” sunghoon coo. jay made a face of disgust and held his mouth. “not the baby talk! its making everything much worst!”

bothered by everyone’s loud coos and teasing, jay clenched his fist and sighed. he stood up and went towards sunghoon. you on the other hand, watches as the scene infront of you unfold. sunghoon closed his eyes and pouted as if waiting for jay’s kiss to land on his lips, everyone laughed at this, but that’s just how sunghoon towards jay. he likes teasing him despite jay being older by months. “can i ask a question first?” jay suddenly said, gaining everyone’s attention. heeseung chuckles as he nods. “this is too much for me! so can i kiss y/n after i kiss sunghoon?”

your eyes widen as your ears were then bombered with everyone shouting and cheering. “all this time you’re into y/n? im so hurt!” sunghoon joked. you met jay’s eyes as he gives you a subtle smirk. “her lips just looks so tasty right now i can’t help myself” everyone gasped with how bold he’s being, you being one of them. “what do you say about that, y/n?” jake asked. you met jay’s eyes once again. “come on, y/n! make it quick!” said by someone on the room. you’ve always found jay attractive and hot, so ofcourse... “sure jay, hurry it up with sunghoon” you’d agree.

“what a bitch” sunoo muttered. everyone heard this and turned their heads towards the blond. “say it to my face, fucker” you muttered back. sunoo scoffed and clicked his tongue. “getting enough courage cause everyone’s here? you’re not only a bitch, but also an attention seeker. wow, you’re amazing” this time, its your turn to scoff. “being such a dick cause everyone’s here? wow, you’re really sick in the head. get it checked” jake being the intoxicated pretty boy that he is, laughed and placed his arm around sunoo’s shoulder. “yo yo yo, what the fuck suddenly happened between you too?”

heeseung patted jake’s shoulder as he shakes his head, giving him a signal to not interfere and leave you and sunoo alone. “why not get your pussy checked instead? you might be having a problem down there with how many guys you’ve fucked with” with this, your eyebrows furrowed and you can’t handle it anymore so you stood and faced sunoo who’s looking everywhere but you. “what did you just say? for your fucking information i don’t fucking fuck with strangers or with everyone. go get your dick checked instead cause that might be too damn small to even please your bitches” you’re fuming mad. he can’t be doing this here. you clenched your fist as everyone went into a 360 with how quiet they suddenly all went.

you don’t know when or where did it started. you don’t exactly know why the oh so pretty boy everyone adores feels so much rage whenever he’d see you. you don’t know what got into him. you don’t know why he thinks you’re a bitch, so what can you do about it? ofcourse.. hate him back. you feel sad about it.. cause despite him being this mean to you, you’ve seen how much he takes care of others. you’ve seen how warm of a sunlight he is towards everyone so why can’t he be to you too? its not like it would cost him a lot to stop being mean. “i hate you so much, sunoo” you mumble, ready to leave the room. “what the fuck did you just say?” sunoo stood up and held your arm. you turned to him and raised a brow. “get your fucking hands off of me” you said. sunoo scoffed again and bit his lower lip. “repeat what you said. i fucking dare you, y/n”

“fuck you and your small dick”

you don’t know what happened, but as soon as those words left your mouth, sunoo gathered all his strength as he gets and place you on his shoulder. “any vacant room?” he asks and heeseung, the owner of the house, nodded. “walk straight and you’d find one” the younger sighed and turned around, holding your legs tight. “what the fuck? you better put me down kim sunoo!” you slight-shouted as you wiggle your feet, slightly punching him on his back. “shut the fuck up, y/n. you better save up your strength. don’t think im letting you go that fast tonight.”

listen to this to add more feels !

you winced in pain the moment he threw you on the bed. it was soft, but the way he threw you hurted no matter how wiggly the mattress is. “go, fucking repeat what you said” he challenge. you faked a chuckle as your fingers brush your now messy hair back. “what? that i fucking hate you?” you fight back. he scoffed and brushed his locks. its amazing how good he looks right now, but you wouldn’t admit that to anyone. “you make me sick” you exhaled as you fake a laugh. “no sunoo, YOU make ME sick”

the gasp you let out when sunoo held your hair and pulled it is unbelievable, you almost moaned in pleasure. “come on, say it again” he challenge once again. he reek of alcohol and the pain of him pulling your hair is amazingly not subsiding. “what? cat got your tongue? you’re such a bitch earlier. what happened to that?”

you won’t admit it, but the way he’s basically manhadling you now is hot. its obvious he’s not on his right state of mind, but so are you and you’re afraid both of your frustrations would lead to something else. considering the fact that deep down, no matter how much you hate all his guts, there’s this sting cause you’re still hoping to befriend him. “you are fucking annoying, kim” you managed to say. sunoo shrugged as he lean forward near your ears. “really? then why do you fucking look like you’re enjoying this way too much?”

another gasp left your mouth when he aggressively wrapped his fingers around your neck. it wasn’t tight, but its enough to make you gasping for air. “its amazing how i can feel too much of my emotions just by looking at your face” he hissed at his own statement. he hates you. he hates how everytime you’d show up, he’d feel too much of his emotions. he hates how everyone caught your attention but not him. he hates how everytime you walk, your hair sways to the wind while everyone is in awe with its smell. he hates how you can be standing but still look the most stunning person he’s ever seen. he hates the fact that you’re not his. “you’re damn annoying” he says, contrary to whatever emotions he’s feeling.

sunoo never dated anyone. he doesn’t know what love is. he doesn’t know how falling inlove feels like. so whenever he sees you and he’s suddenly feeling too overwhelmed, he hates it. “i said it earlier and im going to say it again, fuck you sunoo” with this, you felt sunoo’s hand tighten around your neck. you wanted to cough, but the moment you opened your mouth and sunoo’s lips was suddenly attached to it, you were left dumbfounded.

the kiss was aggressive and sloppy. the tight grip sunoo has on your neck loosens as he slowly slid his fingers at the back of your head. he then guided you slowly down the bed and as he tops you, you felt his tongue asking permission to enter your mouth. when sunoo realized that you’re not letting him in, he aggressively pulled your shirt up as his hand finds it way to your boobs, pinching your bud hardly. your mouth hanged open and sunoo took it as an opportunity to let his tongue in you. “i fucking hate you, kim sunoo”

“likewise”

sunoo then held your thigh and suddenly turned you around. “ass up” he commands as his hands trail on your legs. “and fucking face down” he says as he climbs on top of the bed, aggressively pushing your head down the bed. “don’t try to act like you don’t like what im doing, y/n. we both know how wet you are right at this moment” you only sighed in response. he’s right. you’re wet and you’re fucking frustrated and annoyed by the fact.

you kept your head down while wondering what’s happening back there. you could only hear sunoo shuffling his things and his belt being unbuckled. after some time, you felt sunoo’s fingers teasingly dancing along the hem of your skirt. “pretty but annoying” he says, being pulling it in one down. he then placed his index finger on your clit, creating circles on it.

sunoo smirked as he felt the stickiness on your undergarment, you are indeed wet and he felt another sense of satisfaction with this. “see? bitch, you like it” you could only humm as you bury your face into the pillow you’ve started holding since you felt his finger on your entrance. “f- fuck you” sunoo chuckled, “fuck you as well, y/n.” he bites back, being pulling your underwear down, revealing your throbbing core. “look at you. you’re a fucking mess down here”

sunoo wasted no time. he’s feeling so annoyed to the point he really doesn’t care anymore whether you’d get hurt or not. all he wants is fuck you and let all his frustrations out. so he did what he had to. he slides his dick in, without prepping you or making you ready. you on the other hand, swore you’d make your lips bleed anytime soon. sunoo is thrusting his hips ruthlessly, like there’s no tomorrow.. and even if you’re indeed enjoying it, you can’t ignore the fact that what he’s doing hurts. not that you mind...

moans of both pleasure and pain enveloped the vacant room sunoo brought you in. you can hear how much the bed is squeaking and honestly, you don’t care anymore whether someone would hear the noises or not. sunoo is fucking you rough and that’s all you can think about. “you’re making me so fucking frustrated” he said between moans, and suprisingly, his hands finds itself to your hair again, pulling it more roughly than earlier.

it added a lot of pleasure, and this resulted to you moaning more loud and beautiful. it ringed through sunoo’s ear, and he hoped he could make you sing his name forever. it captivated him and he’s not in anyway regretful of how things turned to now. “you could say whatever you want a-and i’d say the same thing. only seeing y-your face makes my blood boil” sunoo laughed at what you said, he can’t believe how you’re still saying how much you hates him while moaning his name like there’s no tomorrow awaiting you. “fucking unbelievable”

sunoo stopped thrusting his hips, and so you thought he’d be done by now, but no, not when he suddenly turned you around to face him. not when he suddenly climbed on top of you. not when he suddenly slapped your face and continued fucking you roughly as his hand snakes on your neck. “how much do you hate me? i want you to say it while looking directly on my eyes” he challenge. you wish you could slap him. he smirked, making his fox-like eyes look half-lidded and droppy. “go say it, y/n. what happened to you saying it infront of the boys? come on, say it. i want to hear you saying it while im here fucking you” the smirk on his face irritates you so bad. but you can’t help but melt on his touch. “i- i hate you so much, s-sunoo”

he smirks, “really? fucking liar” he says, before bucking his hips aggressively. you then felt tears prickling the side of your eyes. sunoo continued to moan above you, watching every lewd expressions you’re giving. he wants to tell you a lot of things. he wants to say how much you’re enticing him, how much you’re looking all so pretty beneath him, how much your moans sends him to all the right places, he wants to say it all but he can’t and he wouldn’t.

sunoo then exhaled as he felt your hold tightening on his arm, you’re clenching around him so bad its making it harder for him to move fast, but he felt his own high coming and this made him grip your neck tighter than ever. “open your mouth, hurry”

you were dumbfounded once again, he’s moving so fast, rough, and quick. one thing he’s on your entrance fucking the hell out of it but now he has his dick all stuffed in your mouth. sunoo knows he wasn’t able to give you proper time to catch air before he did all this, but he can’t handle things any longer. so he cupped your face and aggressively bucked his hips forward.

you could only hold the sheets tight. you’re running out of breath and your chest hurts. you know you’re intoxicated but the deed is making you feel more dizzy. “fuck, im so close” you hear him moaning. you then decided to watch sunoo’s expressions. he was a moaning mess, his cheeks are redened, and his hair is all sticky against his forehead. “swallow everything and don’t leave any” he commands for the last time, before letting all his seeds out.

after making sure that there’s no more of his seeds left, sunoo plopped down the bed beside you, both of you catching for your breaths. neither of you started a talk. neither of you wants to talk about what happened. and so, you watched as sunoo stands up while getting his things. he then wore his fit one by one and when he’s all done, he brushed his hair before looking at you.

it wasn’t the gaze he usually has everytime he’d call you a bitch. it wasn’t the gaze he always have everytime you’d walk pass by. it was sad, it was down, it was broken. you waited for him to talk, and god knows how much you wished you didn’t.

“i hate you, y/n. always will.” he says and he turned back. his walk towards the door is heavy. cause he knows damn well he don’t. but what can he do? he knows how much you overwhelm and affect him and he wouldn’t like to be one day broke by that. he would never wish. he would never have the courage to be broken by someone like you. thus for him, its better this way.

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i just realized there’s not much of sunoo “giving” in here. i was so swayed, im sorry loooool. </3 hope you guys would like this still tho.

© sunny fucks, 2022. not proofread.

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Falling Away With You | Ch. 48

Sebastian x F!Reader and M. Rasmodius x F!Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Chapter Summary: Y/n goes a little apeshit at JojaMart lmao

Author’s Note: *Crawls out of a pit covered in dirt and blood. Slaps this chapter down in front of you, on a SUNDAY no less!*

My health situation hasn’t improved whatsoever, but I will prevail, damnit!!

I wrote most of this and posted to ao3 early this morning, and haven't had a chance to proofread really. I'll do my best to get that done soon ^.^ Sorry if there are any weird wordings. Also sorry for the complete lack of Seb and Magnus in this one, I hope the shenanigans make up for it <3

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I hate that stupid, cryptic, blue note I got.

Ever since it came, I think about it every time I check the mailbox, without fail. I don’t want to, I kinda just want to forget it exists, but I just… I dunno. I have a bad feeling about it. A gut feeling. Like, something’s totally up with it. It’s just been sitting in my closet for safekeeping until I decide what to do, though.

For some reason, I’ve been too nervous to bring it back up to Magnus. He’s forgotten it exists, from what I can tell. I think I’ll do my best to keep it that way for now. It feels more like my burden to bear than his, and besides, he’s already got the whole region to take care of.

After today’s confirmation that I don’t have bills or anything important like that, I head inside to get ready to leave the farm. Reeeally hoping my routine will shake out my heebiejeebies.

I got the OK from Magnus to use his fancy shrine for Spirit’s Eve. Got an idea of what I think I want to make myself look like, too. Maybe a tiefling or something. If tieflings don’t really exist, I’m sure some sort of succubi, or imps, or some sort of creature that looks like one’s gotta, no? I suppose I could always fall back on just pretending I’m an elf… man, a tail and horns would be so fun though. 

Either way, tomorrow is the big day and I am so ready for it.

I mean, like, almost ready. Whatever.

Today I’m going to Magnus’ place to get some practice in. Just a precautionary measure to try not to, like, blow myself up or something.

I’m gonna keep my outfit cozy and easy to move around in, but I have half a mind to make sure I wouldn’t mind losing these clothes in particular if something goes wrong with the transformation. Just some leggings, some crew-cut socks, an old hoodie, and my favorite boots, since I won’t have my shoes on in the shrine anyway. All of it is in black. Sebastian cosplay. 

I’ll pop my red studs in too, gotta commit to the bit. I haven’t had time to talk to The Emo and see if he actually did get his shit pierced last night, but assuming he did, and assuming he was able to use these for it, I wanna go all out, baby.

Now, before I head to the tower, I’ve got some errands to run around town. I woke up a bit late so there’s gonna be more people out than I’m looking forward to, but hopefully I have no creepy Alex encounters or awkward conversations with Shane again.

I promised Sam I’d visit him at work sometime soon, so I might as well head there first. He hates it there, and it’s been a while since we’ve caught up, so I’ll hopefully be a welcome distraction. I’ll bring him a coffee too to keep his spirits high.

After it’s done brewing, I grab two foam cups and pour the coffee in. Knowing Sam, he probably needs this stuff sweet, and I’m in the mood for sweet too, so I pour in a bunch of vanilla-flavored creamer. To make the beverages ~gourmet,~ I add a little whipped cream to each, as well as a light drizzle of chocolate syrup. After securing the plastic lids and giving Cannoli some well-deserved love, I head out.

While I pass by the bus stop, I make eye contact with Pam. I’ve never spoken to her, but… I dunno. I can’t tell if I like her or not. She gives me a nasty stink eye and I can only further assume she’s as mean as she outwardly appears. Unless she was just cursed with an intense resting bitch face...

I smile Pam’s way anyway. She doesn’t smile back, but that’s okay. It doesn’t benefit anyone to be so judgemental of her.

I pass a few local moms once I make it to the town square. None really mind me, which could mean they either didn’t notice, or they don’t care. Either is fine by me. I don’t hear what they’re saying, but Caroline talks very animatedly just before the rest of the group bursts into laughter.

I turn my attention back ahead as I pass by Pierre’s and nearly bump into Marnie as she’s leaving the shop.

We both squeak out a little “Oh!” before apologizing in unison.

“I wasn’t really paying attention,” I double down. 

“Oh, that’s fine. I rarely ever am!” She then motions to the two cups in my hands and adds, laughing, “At least the coffee’s safe!”

I awkwardly nod in agreement. Then, a brief flash of myself actually spilling coffee somewhere down the road raids my mind, my necklace tingling against my skin and my fingers practically buzzing.

Great.

“Everything alright, sweetie?”

That probably looked weird. “Yeah, sorry,” I try to recover, “just sleepy today!”

I take a sip of coffee to emphasize my point. Plus, I might as well drink what I can before these puppies go down. Hopefully I’ll be able to save at least one of them when the time comes.

“Aw, I’m sorry to hear that!” She puts a gentle hand on my shoulder. “I need to get back to the shop, but take it easy and don’t overwork yourself, you hear?” 

I nod, thanking her and waving her off with a shy grin before I continue moving. Once I get closer to the spot I’m supposed to be spilling these drinks — just before that little bridge over the river by JojaMart — I begin to walk more cautiously. If I can just keep these steady and focus on the ground… 

A sneeze creeps up on me. Oh god. Oh god oh fuck oh no.

Just as I’m beginning to carefully place one of the cups on the side of the bridge for safe keeping, the sneeze forces its way out of me. Luckily, one beverage — the one I hadn’t drank from yet — stays safely in my hand. Unluckily, the one I was working on trying to keep safe fell to the stones at my feet, opening up and dispersing its contents fucking everywhere.

God damnit. 

“Nice one.”

God fucking damnit.

I look up to the voice. It turns out Shane’s outside having a smoke. He’s at the opposite end of the bridge watching my clumsiness unfold with an aloof look about him. He’s bent over to lean on the stone wall, his right elbow propped up and his corresponding cheek in his palm. His left forearm is flat against the structure while his left hand lazily dangles his cigarette between two fingers.

Is that pink nail polish on one of them? I wonder if that’s Jas’ doing. 

I merely groan back my response, picking up the now-empty cup to discard in the trash bin near the store. As I proceed on my walk of shame past Shane, I point out, “At least my clothes stayed safe.”

Shane follows and asks, “How many ants do you think you murdered with that accident?” 

I grin a little at his dry humor. “Oh it was a massacre,” I bounce back. “The war in Gotoro pales in comparison.”

“Ha!” Oh my god, I made Shane — the grumpiest fuck I’ve ever met — laugh?! “Right on. Seems like pointless violence anyway.” 

I turn to see if I can catch him smiling for the first time, like, ever. It’s not there anymore, but there’s a residual brightness in his features.

Shane snuffs out his cig on the ashtray built into the garbage’s lid, abandoning it there before shoving his hands in the pockets of his bright blue shorts.

“Those sons’a bitches,” he nods in the direction of my carnage, “they had it coming.”

My nose scrunches as I laugh a little, giving him a funny look. “Damn, what’d they do to you?”

There’s a playful glint in his eye, as he deadpans me. “Exist.”

I shrug and nod — I get it, they can be pretty annoying! — and follow the man as he makes his way through the white-rimmed, glass-centered automatic doors. I try not to cringe outwardly at how many self-righteous pro-Joja fliers are on them.

Shane stops a few steps into the store. Turns around. I stop too and look up, tilting my head. What’re you looking at, punk? I think to myself. Dunno if I’d be pushing my limits by trying to say it out loud. Better not.

Shane gives me a weird look too, but I can barely see it. My senses are taking their damn time getting used to the obnoxiously fluorescent lighting.

“Don’t you shop at Pierre’s?” Shane wonders out loud.

I blink a few times as I adjust to the environment and then nod. “Visiting Sam,” I explain.

“Ah.” He nods too, in understanding, and then looking the other way he continues, “Enjoy.”

Shane makes his way towards a door to the right of the manager’s office. Says “Employee’s only,” so I’m assuming it’s a break room or something. I don’t miss the incorrect apostrophe, but choose not to linger on it either.

“You too.” He looks back over his shoulder, so I pair my well wishes with a lazy salute.

“Buh.”

…Buh?

I smile. I think he’s warming up to me!

Feeling a tad lost now that I’m alone, I look around before making any advances. Should’ve asked Shane if he knew where Sam would be around now. I dunno how the shifts work around here.

The cashiers to my left — a visibly exhausted red headed woman, probably in her late 30s or early 40s; and a scrawny, scruffy looking teenager, with thick-framed glasses sitting atop his freckled nose — both look miserable.

The boy is boredly leaning against the counter, zoned out on the ground in front of it. The woman looks totally spaced out on nothing in particular. It almost seems like she’s fighting off sleep, too. Poor lady. 

The woman and I lock onto each other. She looks away from my face before I can even register it, but I notice her eyes flicker longingly to the coffee cup in my hand a few times after the fact. I peer between her and the beverage twice before I all but scurry away into the aisles. I’m too awkward for this. My only option is to retreat. Never said I wasn’t a coward.

While I venture past the boatloads of boxed, bagged and canned foods in search of the resident dog boy, I observe some of the products. Some don’t look safe for consumption, while others seem like they’d be fun to try as a one-off sort of deal. It overlaps a few times as well. I mean, why wouldn’t I want to try this cereal which very explicitly states on the box that it’s more sugar than grains? It makes me stifle a giggle. I like the brutal honesty. 

I stop and stare at it for a sec. Gnawing my lip. Wondering if I should just…

No. I shan’t.

I break away from temptation and trek on. As I reach the end of the aisle, I pan across the back of the store. More shelf-stable products, a small produce section… ah!

Sam looks like he’s supposed to be mopping the floor near the freezers. To be fair, he is holding a mop, and it is touching the floor! But instead of cleaning, he uses the tool as a microphone; singing against the end of the brown wooden handle, both hands passionately gripping it as he bends his torso to quietly belt one part in particular. Sam’s eyes are shut, his bulky black headphones are secured over his ears, and he has not a single worry in the world. 

Holding his coffee in both hands now, I stop walking and lean against a nearby shelf. Observing. Waiting. Eventually he’ll have to see me.

He does a little spin move and carelessly bumps into the bucket of soapy water he’s working with, causing it to slosh around a little. Some of it lands on the floor, and some on the pants of Sam’s jumpsuit. Doesn’t faze him in the slightest. 

He does another spin the opposite way and nearly knocks over the conveniently placed display of sprinkles that are situated right in front of the ice cream freezer.

I feel like I should probably stop him before something bad happens, but he looks so damn content and so stinkin’ cute that I can’t be assed. 

Just as I’m thinking this, he opens his eyes, completely avoiding my direction while he immediately peers over his shoulder. Sam scans around, getting a full view of the proximate areas. It seems like he’s just making sure he’s not about to get caught by his boss or something, if I had to guess.

Eventually he lands on me. We both smile wide, and I triumphantly hold up his (unspilled!!) coffee in one hand, presenting it with a small flourish of the other and a bow of my head.

“For you, my good sir.” I make sure to sound extra fancy, dropping my voice an octave and annunciating my words a bit too much.

He looks around again before meeting me in the middle with a fist bump, completely ignoring my bit. Aw man.

“Hell yeah, thanks dude!” 

I shoot some awkward finger guns at him, “You got it, bud.”

“You didn’t make yourself one?”

I sigh, lamenting, “I did…”

Sam scans my face as we share a short silence. Then, the lightbulb almost visibly goes off in his noggin. “You spilled it, didn’t you?”

Pursing my lips, I nod. “I spilled it, yeah.” 

“Buuummer, dude.” He pats my head and I sigh, leaning into his touch. I’ll be damned if I don’t still love head-pats, even if it’s been a while since I’ve gotten one. “Wanna split this one then?” he offers, palm still on my crown. At this point he’s just trying to messy me up.

“No thanks, I’ll just grab another later if I’m really craving it.” Not having noticed the trance I’ve been in as my hair gets slowly and steadily ruined — it feels nice, okay? — I finally look up at him, cheekily glaring as I manually remove his large hand from me. I add on as I try to repair the frizzy aftermath, “Sick performance, by the way!” 

“You think so?” he beams. Makes me laugh.

“Of course! It looked like you were having a lot of fun.”

Sam’s face is a bit flushed as he takes the compliment, not even trying to hide it; he has a big goofy grin on his face, too.

It drops and Sam looks behind him as a deep voice with a bit of a southern twang booms from one of the aisles nearby. “Samson?”

“Shit, here.”

Sam hurriedly places his coffee into my hand and rushes back near his water bucket, looking around for his manager as he moves. I try to make things less suspicious by pretending to look at some nearby end caps. 

I take a peek over when I hear Sam greet the man, “Hiya! What’s up, Morris?”

Crossing his arms and puffing out his chest to try and make himself look mighty, a man in a navy blue suit, a bright red bow tie, and a poorly-applied black toupee corrects him. “That’s Mr. Saxton, son.” 

I roll my eyes. Awesome to know the guy running this Joja is just as insufferable as the dudes who work on the corporate side.

Sam puts an anxious hand on the back of his neck, and halfheartedly smiles as he apologizes, his speaking patterns much more formal than before. Poor guy… it hurts to see him having to tone it down so much for this dipshit.

I turn my attention back in front of me so as to give him some privacy. Not sure he’d want me to hear him getting his ear talked off.

This display is full of holiday cards... I might as well waste some time with these bad boys. I pick up one with a cartoon beagle wearing a birthday hat on it, stealing a sip of Sam’s coffee as I read the pun on the front: “Have a doggone good birthday!” Alright, nice and cheesy start…

I flip the card open. It starts blaring Baha Men’s “Who Let The Dogs Out.” Fucking hell. Jumpscare me, why doncha! I shudder at how tinny the music sounds — likely made worse by its volume — then close the card and place it back in its spot, not bothering to read more.

“Excuse me, miss?”

I peer over my left shoulder, and see that Mr. Saxton is making his way towards me. A vein is popping in his forehead, but he has a toothy smile on his face that screams customer service. Not sure what’s going on and feeling a little anxious about the situation, I don’t answer with words — I just turn my body to him and watch him expectantly. 

My eyes flicker to Sam real quick, who’s closer to the opposite end of the freezers now. He’s looking over here though, and when his eyes catch mine, he mouths “Go!” and motions his arm towards the front end of the store. Maybe he got caught socializing or something… wouldn’t doubt that there’s probably heavy surveillance in here. Man.

I look back at Sam’s boss as he says, “I’m going to need you to discard your beverage.”

My brows furrow and I tilt my head. “Why?”

Ah, he’s the asking-questions-is-talking-back type: He huffs a deep breath and tilts his head as if to mimic me, clasping his fingers together in front of his ribs. The smile and vein are both still on his face.

“It is not only unacceptable to bring your own food into a grocery store,” he strains, “but I cannot have you spilling your drink all over our products.”

…I haven’t spilled anything. What does he think I am, some crusty little kid? 

Damn, this is bringing out a rage that I haven’t experienced since working behind a Joja desk. I didn’t know I was even capable of it anymore. Must be something about the overstimulatingly bright blues, or the blindingly white strips of lights. Same ones we had above each cubicle in the office.

My anxiety is rapidly replaced with a petty yearn to cause a ruckus as I realize that I don’t work for Joja anymore. I never have to even come here again, actually.

I don’t answer to this fucko! I don’t answer to anyone!

Screw this guy!

Feeling courageous, I put on my own customer service mask as I inquire, “Do you want me to spill this on your products?”

“E-excuse me?!”

I hover the cup near the cards, tilting it a little. Doing a little eyebrow wiggle too for good measure. “It feels like you dooo.”

“I— w-what are you doing?”

Seb would be so proud if he were here. Not sure how Magnus would react, but I’d like to imagine he’d support me too.

Completely on impulse, I bring the cup in front of me and splash a little coffee in the man’s direction instead of the cards’. The now-lukewarm liquid splatters onto the white button-down beneath his jacket and rapidly seeps into the fabric, leaving a light brown, unsightly splotch.

Sick, got him where it hurts and none got on the floor! Less work for Sam!

Making sure my voice is just as cheery as Morris was trying to keep his, I cap this off, “Stop treating your employees like crap and stop treating complete strangers like children, asshole.”

This feels so good. My heart is racing and my pits feel a little moist and I might just end up an anxious mess the second I walk away, but I’ll be damned if this isn’t cool as fuck in the moment. When Leah asked me last week if Magnus ever wanted to go apeshit, it didn’t even occur to me how badly I wanted to go apeshit.

I walk down the nearest aisle as Morris continues sputtering something about me leaving, paying for this, whatever.

Shane’s kneeled down in the middle of the aisle stocking shelves. He faces me for a moment and grins slyly. “That was cool as hell.” Why does this feel so validating? “A woman after my own heart.” 

HUH?

I blink that fucking flashbang away — seriously, the last time I saw him he was still being a dick, and today he’s treating every interaction like we’re fully acquainted, if not more, what the heck — as he turns away to scan items onto the shelf again.

“I really didn’t do much…” I really didn’t. Just kinda caused a minor inconvenience for the guy. 

My hands are shaking though, so it must be catching up to me.

“That still took some balls.” He glimpses at me briefly and adds, “Y’look like you might cry, though. Get outta here before I change my mind about you.”

I huff out a quiet laugh and steady Sam’s — well, my, now — coffee in both hands. “On it, boss.”

#sdv rasmodius #sve magnus #magnus rasmodius #magnus rasmodius x reader #stardew valley rasmodius #sdv sebastian x reader #stardew sebastian #sebastian stardew #sebastian stardew valley #m. rasmodius #stardew valley #stardew #sve #sebastian sdv #sdv wizard #stardew wizard #stardew valley fanfic #stardew fanfic #stardew valley sebastian x reader #wizard x reader #rasmodius x reader #rasmodius #FAWY #sebastian x reader #sebastian #sdv shane #shane sdv #sam sdv #sdv sam #stardew valley sam

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cosplayer! Ellie hcs :)

cosplayer!ellie who the biggest loser when it comes to you blushing and tripping over her words

Cosplayer!ellie who learns all you favorite characters and secretly orders stuff to cosplay as them to suprise you :(

cosplayer!ellie who has a room full of her wigs and costumes she insists she needs it ^^

cosplayer!ellie who dragged you to cosplay conventions and makes you get into costume also you can’t say no to eve so you do it every time you go

Cosplayer!ellie who a mean dom kink she likes it when you slap her thighs and clit the pain turns her on even more

Cosplayer ellie who meets you at a bookstore you both grab the book as she smiles awkwardly after talking for a while she managed to ask you for your number her heart skipped a beat when she heard you say yes

Cosplayer!ellie who’s obsessed with your ass she’s such an ass girl need it in her hand at all times when you wear short shorts in the sumner gropes you any chance she gets

cosplayer!ellie who draws you in the her journal as you talk to her about your day

Cosplayer!ellie who gets you two matching necklaces with your initials wears it everyday never takes it off

#the last of us #tlou fic #ellie tlou #ellie williams #ellie the last of us #tlou headcanons #ellie x you #ellie x y/n #loser ellie #ellie willams x reader #ellie smut #ellie x fem reader

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Show review: Destined with You.

So.... I might be in the minority, but as much as I enjoy Rowoon on screen I didn't start watching the show for him.

I was hoping for a witch/shaman Hongjo kdrama to finish near the eve of Halloween as the show seemed to be promising (very logically it seemed to be heading that way!). And she did cast some spells to my pleasure, but to my massive displeasure her witch arc was entirely forgotten about in favor of... not even sure what that kidnapping sequence was all about. Somehow most of Hongjo's agency as a character vanished into the ether as well during the past few episodes. Her character growth consisted of building the confidence to stand up to Nayeon, but her stubborn self reliance fueled by a lifetime of loneliness and trauma (her mother! Her father!!!!) stayed and was left unaddressed. And not to be dramatic, but I might die mad about it.

So past lifes were real, the curses and spells were real, Aengcho was really a shaman and the Gardener for whatever reason (also unexplored) wanted to marry Hongjo in the next life. But Hongjo in current day went from a strong, feisty character who was ready to spell cast her way in and out of trouble into... someone to intentionally get herself kidnapped??

It's like this show was written in the 2000s to early 2010s AND it hated women. I had high hopes for Ms. Ma, Shinyu's mother and Eunwol, but they were done DIRTY by this show. Hongjo's storyline was forgotten. Aengcho got relatively less attention compared to Mujin/Rowoon. It's like the main character changed somewhere and it became Shinyu/Mujin. Shinyu and Jaekyung had their cool lawyer moments (good stuff) and Hongjo got... Nayeon arrested? Nayeon, who was another villain without a proper depth or motivation other than being a 2010s kdrama era Mean Girl. Again, Hongjo and Aengcho were done so dirty. Even Shinyu's poor abused mother went back to her abusive husband AND she got pregnant. That was just tragic!

And kindly don't try to tell me that my reasons to dislike this show are wrong - I've every right to review and hate how badly this show butchered the stories of the female characters in this show even if Rowoon was hot in a bunch of scenes like that's going to compensate for it. I am not a Rowoon stan. 🤷‍♀️ I like him just fine, but it's been frustrating to watch as a non-stan since some stans seem to take any critique of the show as a slight towards Rowoon himself. But he has nothing to do with the writing, so put down your pitchforks, ok.

They should've stuck with the office romcom or made the show into a sageuk and dropped the false advertising of the show as a magic/fantasy drama. The sageuk era episodes SLAPPED. They were tense, beautifully shot and interesting, Aengcho had her moment! I LOVED her in her faceoff with the King, she was powerful and terrifying in that. And as soon as I fell in love with her, Mujin killed Aengcho (in a very meta symbolic way) and that was that. The show itself killed Aengcho and Hongjo.

This show was written to give Rowoon his cool and sexy moments. This was the Rowoon fan service show. Which is fine, but LEAD with that info then. I did enjoy Hongjo and Shinyu together and there were a couple of fun or emotionally compelling episodes, but I didn't finish with positive feelings about the show unfortunately because of the finale.

The writing of the show was exceptionally uneven and erratic. It seemed like from a different decade, but not this one. The relationship between Hongjo and Shinyu was mostly wholesome, but not always the healthiest for several reasons. Shinyu didn't always treat Hongjo well (and vice versa) and he made some decisions for Hongjo in true 2010s kdrama patriarch style.

Hongjo&Shinyu get 7/10 for being adorable and lovable. Loved their relationship development very much. I'm glad they didn't rush to have kids or to marry. The proposal at the beach while addressing Hongjo's dad was endearing.

Plot gets a 3/10 rating. There was potential... and it slipped through the writer's fingers. Loose threads were left untied. Side plots were abandoned or seemingly forgotten about.

Would I rewatch again? Maybe once I stop fuming about how Hongjo was treated by the show, but just for the Shinhong scenes. But it'll take some wound licking and fixit fic writing.

Please universe, give Boah better scripts. She's a wonderful actress and she deserves a role that's cool and that lets her showcase her talent. Many viewers seemed to lose their patience with her, even though the writing of the show was the true issue.

#destined with you #show review #it's mostly not positive so don't read if you can't deal with that ok #still glad to have chatted and raved with you all about the show #just very unhappy with the lost potential of the show plotwise #and thank you in advance for your understanding i just got very attached to hongjo as a character

[mermaidsirennikita]

Contemporaries where dirty talk is especially hot? Both during sex and maybe also over text? Thank you!!

Sierra Simone, Sierra Simone, Sierra Simone. Her books are often set in a contemporary world, but they're not, as a heads up, "light" contemporaries. Personally, I wouldn't really go as far as to call them dark romance (well. Thornchapel, I would, but I also wouldn't recommend it as a contemporary as it has such strong supernatural elements lol) but they do have some elements of (light) mysticism as some of them are retellings of old myth set in a modern setting. I'd check out:

Priest, Sinner, Saint/"The Bell Brothers": These are three standalones (M/F, M/F, and M/M) that always have a bit of a religion kink. And a by a bit, I mean a lot. Priest is the book where a Catholic priest (who is actually very naturally carnal and only became a priest because of some deep guilt issues and religiosity) meets a woman who tells him ALL the shit she's done in confession. It's naturally dirty, and he naturally falls head over heels into an affair. Sinner is about a business whose best friend's little sister is about to become a nun, and she (on the advice of her convent, naturally) asks him to teach her about sex so she can experience what she'll miss before she really commits. Saint is about a guy who became a monk in a period of deep emotional crisis, whose ex-boyfriend (he left with zero notice) ends up on a tour of monasteries with him for an article he's writing. Temptation ensues.

The dirty talk in these is naturally very tinged with priest/nun kink stuff, it's SUPER dirty, and I love it. They're also just really good.

Her Christmas Notch books she does with Julie Murphy are a little tamer, both focus on this Hallmark-esque company where the leads film these Christmas movies and, of course, fall in love. I really, really love A Holly Jolly Ever After, because the hero is a former boybander (with a dad bod!) who fucks like a demon and also owns a chain of pizza shops, and his sex tape leaks, during which he's pictured absolutely RAILING a woman from behind, slapping her ass, and saying "and THAT'S how you toss the dough" which I personally think is some of the greatest dirty talk I've ever read.

New Camelot: One of my favorite trilogies of all time, MMF, "what if King Arthur was President, Guinevere was First Lady, and Lancelot was VP, and what if they were all in love with each other and entangled in an intense affair and IT WAS AMAZING". I reread scenes regularly. I love it so much. The dirty talk is obscene. You get the very cool "sit, stay, bark" dom dirty talk from one hero and the deranged "I'm going through it and you're going to go through it with me" passionate dirty talk from the other. Our heroine ain't half bad at it either.

Lyonesse Trilogy: The prequel novella and the first book are out now; it's a Tristan/Isolde/Mark MMF retelling. Mark is perhaps like... the dirtiest dirty talker Sierra has written. He's soooooo much. Like, if you want the condescending dom dirty talking hero, he's The One. The alternating between the "look how good you take it" stuff and "you're so desperate it's pathetic" shit. Why not both???

Act Your Age by Eve Dangerfield has a TON of dirty talk, usually in the DD/lg vein. The hero and heroine roleplay dirty stepdad fantasies a lot, and the way they talk to each other is OBSCENE lol. And I love it.

Minx by Sophie Lark has some amazing dirty talk in the pet play realm. The heroine is an escort paid by the hero, and he has her dress up in a catsuit, wear a caller, drink milk out of a bowl while he calls her Minxie and a good girl and shit lol. I was into it. Idk if you'll be into it. Iiiii was into it.

Sara Cate's Salacious Player Club books have good dirty talk. They're sex club books that kind of deconstruct a different kink in each book (pleasure dom/sub in the first one, voyeurism in the second, MMF/bi awakening in the third, and femdom in the fourth... I'd stop after the fourth) and naturally are filled with dirty talk. Eyes On Me (the second book) may especially work for you because the heroine is a cam girl.

Possession by Adriana Anders has a heroine in a PR marriage with her famous husband end up in a kink camp with him after a scandal, and they... explore a lot. Including consensual kidnapping, an MFM threesome, lots of dirty talk... It's a lot.

Preferential Treatment by Heather Guerre has a heroine who becomes her billionaire boss's domme, so naturally there is a LOT of femdom dirty talk. We LOVE to see it.

Heated Rivalry & The Long Game by Rachel Reid make up a duology of hockey romances about the same couple (m/m). What I like about this is that you follow the same couple over like, a decade, starting when they're like 18/19, and they build up...? Their dirty talk? Like in the beginning, their encounters are more awkward, and then by the end they're using sex toys and like mild bondage and really KNOW each other and what turns each other on. Including the talk.

#romance novel blogging #book recs #romance novels #seriously tho if y'all wanna read a book where people are just talking filth. sierra simone lol

[marshallsgirl]

You don't know what you did to me

Pairing: Eminem x Fem¡Reader

Summary: y/n dance for Marshall

Warnings: 🔞MATURE READ AT YOU OWN RISK

Author's note: go to Youtube and look Chris Brown Under the Influence - Jordan Laza dance from BraveHearts Nas channel. That was my inspiration for this. Can you imagine havin Marshall and you doin this dance for him? I'd love to do a dance like that to Marshall. Maybe no one will read it, but that's okay. I wanted to post it in here so that when I'm old I can come back here to read it and laugh and feel proud of myself and my crazy thoughts.

Songs you can listen to while reading this: Under the influence-Chris Brown.

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Marshall:

I thought it would be a good idea to surprise y/n at her dance studio. I haven't been able to see her in a long time 'cause I was on tour. I couldn't wait for her to get home thats why I went to her dance studio plus I wanted to see her doing the stuff she loves, dancing.

So, I went there and I started to hear comments like y/n is dancing with some guy and they have crazy chemistry. And I'm like what the fuck are they talking about. And then I saw it all. I saw y/n movin' her ass in front of some asshole and this motherfucker put his dirty hands on my girl's waist. I was ready to step in but then I saw y/n and she was fuckin' enjoying it. I was so pissed off. I slapped the door behind me and made my way to the exit door. Seconds later I heared y/n callin me

"Babe, we are u goin'?" she asked but I don't even stop to look at her. I just wanted to get out of there. See, this is why I didn't want a fucking relationship. I'm not a jealous man but I knew I was going to flip when I'd see her with guys.

"Marshall, stop!" I heared her say. I continued walking.

Y/n

I saw Marshall just seconds before he slapped the door. I knew he was pissed off. I knew what he saw but if he just stayed a littler longer he would had seen how professional I was. This was just a stupid choreography of song called birthday sex. Yeah, it was a bit sensual I get it. But I'm very professional and I thought Marshall knew that. I ran to catch him. He didn't even stop when I shouted his name.

I got to him when he was about to get in the car.

"Babe, don't do this" I beg him

"Go back there and keep movin your ass"

"Marshall, he is just my dance partner. He's nobody"

"I don't fuckin care, y/n. Go back to him"

I cupped his face on my hands and made him look at me.

"Babe, I'm beggin you don't do this. You know I'm professional its just a stupid dance". I knew those beautiful blue eyes knew I was tellin' the truth. His hands went to my waist. And my lips found his, searching, taking, giving, begging for forgiveness but most important I just wanted and needed to feel his mouth on mine. I kissed him passionately and he kissed me back like his life depended on it grabbing me with one hand to the back of my neck and the other around my backside, he pulled me against him. He walks me backward and I knew he was leading us to the back seats of the car. I hated but I stopped him.

"Babe, I want you to fuck me but first I need to do something"

He's pissed off again. I kissed him once more and then I took his hand and walked him inside the studio again.

"Y/n, what the fuck are u..." he started to said but I didn't let him continue.

"Just be quiet and relax"

So I took him to the dance room, and put a chair in the center and made him sit there. My mates started to clap when they saw him. He showed them his middle finger and I smiled. I put Under the influence by Chris Brown and lay myself on the floor in front of Marshall. This was my way to tellin all the fuckin world that Marshall was the only one I'd do the sexiest dances from now on. And I dance like my life depended on it. And I dance only for my man. During the whole dance I never broke the eye contact with him and I knew I was drivin' him crazy and I also knew I was going to get my punishment as soon as we got home. Everyone was screaming 'cause everyone could see and feel our chemistry, our energy, the desire for each other. At the end everyone was hyped me up, but I only care about Marshall. He loved the dance and we both felt like we could'nt wait to be at home.

To be continue...

#eminem x y/n #eminem x reader #marshall mathers imagine #marshall mathers x reader #eminem #eminemslimmarshall #marshall mathers #rap god #slim shady #the real slim shady #eminem pics #eminem aesthetic

[cuprohastes]

Part 2

The next thrilling instalment of Lunch In Space, where things continue going dramatically wrong, we meet Oscar the Space-suit, find out what Atrix panic responses look like and someone takes a nap on the job.

Stations don't generally explode all at once. If they did this would be one of those Point-of-view ghost stories and I don't believe in ghosts, which is really quite disappointing to my Great Grandmother who's been trying to haunt me for a while.

So there we are, me, Gondy, and Raxy, noses pressed to the cold window, watching vapour spilling out from one of the sections. I mean that's not something you see every day and to be honest, we assumed some bit of crap had jsut punched through a wall.

This sounds scary but usually, everyone just walks out of the module, closes the door, does a headcount and then heads off to the cafeteria and bitches because all their stuff is getting freeze dried, until Maintainance has a patch slapped on and the module pressurised.

That's the word here: Module. Everything is a discreet block with two doors. Close the door, it's sealed. Simples.

So we were expecting to see this big plume of ice crystals for a minute and then nothing… but then the place next door started to vent and the first module… well instead of that plume dying off the damn thing started to come apart.

This is what's known as an Oh Crap moment.

Raxy looked back at Gondy and went 'Grak!' which I assume is Atrix for 'Oh Crap', and Gondy said "Grak! Oh Crap!" and grabbed Raxy and started stuffing him back into her pouch, which is standard Atrix panic behaviour, and bolted with the poor guy's back legs and tail hanging out.

This is when I recall that she's one of the people who keep this place together.

I casually noted the second module deconstructing itself. and allowed myself the pleasure of saying "Oh Crap!" because that's definitely not what's supposed to happen, and casually and leisurely proceeded to follow the Emergency procedures in a calm and measured manner, which is to say I ran for the Core, with a mild case of being terrified chanting "Craaaap crap crap crap' all the way.

The Core's where all the important stuff lives, and thusly it is surrounded by way more shielding and armour.

All the water's at the core in big blocks of foil-covered ice, as ablative shielding and Solar Flare protection and if we need it, reaction mass and an oxygen supply.

It's also where Oscar lives.

So I zoom into the EV prep room, shimmy out of my clothes and into the EV suit which is about the least flattering thing ever. We all know why.

I stuff my clothes into my locker and head down the suit access walkway to good old Hatch 43, which is already open.

Here we go, same as every other time: Grab handles, lift feet, swing legs in, connect the plumbing, arms forward, duck, slide arms into sleeves, head into the turret, but it's the pelvic thrust that drives you insa-a-a-ane, and also slides your ass off the hatch and clicks everything into place, and tells Oscar that your booty is now clear.

Oscar's half awake. They always are. The hatch comes down and makes that cool Shoomp-K'chunk sound as the pressure gasket seals and the mechanical locks lock in place.

"Hi Oscar," I say.

Oscar, an AI interface running on Human computing in an Atrix-engineered hard suit wakes up the rest of the way.

Oscar's got a cute little cartoon Atrix face - I picked that - And it blinks and does a little waking up and yawning animation, which is just the cute way of saying all the Diags just ran and the computer checked I wasn't about to die horribly.

"Oh hey! Looks like there may be an emergency?" Oscar asks.

"Yuppers." says I.

Oscar's not sentient. Oscar is a chatbot UI. Capable of having a superficial conversation and parsing natural language commands but it doesn't think on its own as far as anyone can tell.

But when you're inside a very small, person-shaped spaceship floating around in space, you kind of very much want someone to talk to.

"Any orders?" I ask. The inside of the Turret is dark grey with an amber grid and my little cartoon buddy just sort of floats off to the left and a bunch of little windows with technical information over to the right. Outside… there's nothing to see.

I'm in a box with power and other useful things plugged in. There's nothing to look at right now so the screen that I have instead of a clear visor is just showing a default pattern.

If I stare at a readout window it'll expand and give me something really boring to look at, so I stare at Oscar to let it know it can hang out centre view.

Oscar develops a body and paces up and down, holding a pad of paper, tearing sheets off and tossing them over its shoulder.

"General bulletin from Command: Maintain default station until relieved. On-going structural failure - Cause yet to be determined." Oscar reads out. OK so, sit your ass down.

Oscar goes through a long list of stuff - Basically 'Something is happening we don't know why, it's continuing to happen, we don't know why, and unless the walls fall off and all your atmosphere decides to become free-range, stay put so we know who's OK and who needs checking on'.

Ah, hurry up and wait. I can do this.

Ten seconds later I'm bored. I chat to Oscar:

"Hey Oscar, how's things?" "Everything is fine. Hey it's been a while since we went out." "It has indeed. What's on your mind?" I ask. Which is basically a prompt for Oscar to enter general chat mode. "Hmm. Well, I was wondering, how would you describe yourself physically if you were in a story, to introduce your character to the reader?" Well, that's a hell of a prompt. I think about it for a while, but I'm kind of feeling like a post-lunch nap so I close the conversation the way I always do: "Ah, you crack me up, little buddy!" I say and Oscar does a cute little happy face.

I take a nap. It's great.

When I wake up about a third of the station has deconstructed itself, and nobody knows why. Everyone is panicking in a professional manner and about half the EV team is out trying to grab big bits of crap so they don't start banging holes into stuff. Oscar's little avatar is faceplanted with a little cartoon ZZZ bouncing around.

I'm wondering if I can crawl out and use the station facilities when an alarm sounds and that particular question is handled by the aforementioned plumbing.

Oscar blinks back to the left and starts doing face patterns. The centre view fills up with video, and instructions while Shabby Ailuron (OK no prizes for guessing which species she's from) gives instructions for EV 40 through 45 (43 is me and Oscar) to un-dock and go investigate. I feel proud that I'm part of the team who gets to figure this mess out.

But also Oh fuuuuuuck, I have to crawl into an exploded mess of crud. Normally it's me, my top 500 songs, and Oscar tightening bolts, and doing physical inspections on stuff.

I have never had to deal with a debris field, but I am An Brave Astro-Human and as everyone knows, humans are nearly indestructible space Orcs who fear nothing and junk.

I mean. The Atrix will go into shock at something a human wouldn't consider worth heading to sickbay to treat.

For us, an IV is an interesting and unsettling but kind of minor experience. If they give you one of those stands, you can wander around. For an Atrix it's considered surgery.

Gondy is endlessly horrified and fascinated by the amount of scars humans have. When she found out we donate blood and sometimes we jsut use other people's blood because too much of ours fell out and that this is a thing that can happen and not be more or less instantly fatal, she had to go check because she couldn't believe that was true.

Not to mention how weirded out she was when she found out the station atmosphere is actually way higher pressure and lower oxygen than Earth normal, and we just… y'know. Spend a few weeks getting used to it and then we're fine.

There's a clonk transmitted through Oscar's frame and the turret's display lights up and starts showing me a composite 360 view - Everything behind me and to the sides is compressed, and in front of me is 1:1. All the data windows do that weird 3D thing where they look like they're hanging out as floating panels and Oscar discreetly moves out of the way.

The bottom hatch opens, the docking extends into hard vacuum and Oscar and I slide down on the cradle that holds Oscar.

So of course we immediately get whanged by debris so hard that the rail tears free and I fly off into space.

#humans are space orcs #Humans are weird #Atrix #Lunch in space #humans being weird little guys

[jaxteller87]

Thankful 2

Jax's POV

Amber and I found ourselves at her parents' old house. She never sold the place after they passed away years ago. Her heart couldn't bear to part with it, which, as it turns out, was a blessing in disguise for us. In times when the club was on lockdown, it served as a safe haven for her. In recent years, it also became a great hiding spot for the kids' Christmas or birthday gifts. We sat in the middle of the living room, examining two large boxes – one was Mary's dollhouse, and the other was Thomas' little orange motorcycle that resembled the old orange Harleys. I know what you must be thinking: it must be nice being a badass biker; surely you have connections to get your kids the best stuff, or you probably stole it, but truth be told, both were purchased during a fantastic Black Friday sale.

"You know, I was going to wrap these boxes," she said, gazing at the gifts and then at me. "But you know they won't have the patience on Christmas morning to wait for us to put everything together..."

"So, put them together and slap on a huge bow," I suggested with a shrug.

"Yup," Amber laughed.

"This reminds me of the time I learned the truth about Santa," I said.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I was just six years old, and my excitement was through the roof. On Christmas Eve, I had a master plan to catch Santa in the act of delivering presents, but little did I know, I'd catch somethin' else."

"Your dad?" Amber asked.

"He was still around, but that night, he was with the club. I had this feeling that something interesting was happening when I heard my mom, Gemma, whispering on the phone with someone in the living room. My curiosity got the best of me, and I decided to investigate. I tiptoed down the stairs, determined to uncover the secret. And there she was, my mom, surrounded by wrapping paper, ribbons, tape, toys, and, of course, half a bottle of booze and half a pack of smokes. She was a mess.

"On Christmas Eve? She hadn't done any of the wrapping yet?" Amber pried.

"Nope. My guess was my old man was supposed to help but got called in to deal with club business. I crept down to get a better look, hiding out behind the couch."

"I can't believe I waited until the last minute to wrap these presents," Gemma sighed, taking a swig from the wine bottle.

I couldn't resist revealing myself at this point. I jumped out from behind the couch and exclaimed, "Merry Christmas!"

Mom nearly jumped out of her skin and swung the bottle at my head, not knowing it was me. Luckily, she missed, or we woulda been spendin' Chrismats at St. Thomas Hospital. She turned around, and her eyes went wide when she saw me standing there in my Transformers PJs.

"Well, you caught me, you little shit. I am Santa's little helper tonight; turns out he got tied up somewhere over Mexico."

"I remember asking her if that's who she was on the phone with, trying to keep the magic alive, but I pretty much had it figured out then. So, we spent the next few hours wrapping presents together.

"Wow. That's crazy," Amber said with wide eyes, pushing aside some old junk that had accumulated over the years. "Oh! Here's another reason I like coming to wrap the kids' gifts every year. This, after all these years, is still one of the best gifts you got me." Amber smiled, looking at the clay paw prints of her dogs, Alice and Spike.

She handed it to me, and I ran my finger over the clay piece. "I still wonder how you got Alice and Spike to cooperate," Amber said, smiling at me.

"Getting them to cooperate wasn't the problem; making sure you were out of the house so I could come over was," I laughed, reminiscing.

"Wait a minute, is that why, at the time, Donna was so adamant about us getting our nails done after shopping, so you had enough time?"

"You got it," I laughed, looking at my wife.

Years Ago:

"Okay, you can come over; Donna just left," Kim informed me over the phone.

"Okay, good. I'll be right over. Thanks, Kim, for letting me come over to do this," I replied.

As I hung up the phone, a sense of anticipation surged within me. It was a special project that Amber and I had been secretly planning for a while. With a heart full of excitement, I hurried to Amber's place, my loyal canine companions, Alice and Spike, trailing behind me, their tails wagging in delight.

Upon arriving, I found Amber waiting with an enthusiastic smile. "Jax, she's going to love it; this was a great idea," she exclaimed. We gathered the necessary supplies, including a lump of damp clay, and went outside, where both dogs happily joined us.

With great care, I began working with the clay. I started by pressing Alice's paw into the damp substance, and she responded with an obedient wag of her tail. "Good girl, Alice," I laughed, rewarding her with a treat for her cooperation.

Spike was next, and he was equally well-behaved. "Good boy, buddy," I smiled, giving him a treat as well. Afterward, I meticulously wrote their names beside the imprints, ensuring the keepsake would be complete.

Amber looked at the affectionate interaction between us and laughed softly. "I can't believe you still have this," she said, taking notice of a worn, stuffed dog with a missing eye and a dirty appearance.

Amber reminisced, smiling at old memories that played out in her head. "Oh, if my mom had her way, I would have," she chuckled, referring to the very first gift I ever gave her back in middle school.

I gently teased her, saying, "Amber, honey, it's time. It only has one eye, it's dirty, and you can't even tell it's a dog, honey..."

But Amber's response was unwavering. "No, Mom, it was the first Christmas gift Teller ever gave me. I'll never get rid of it," she declared, hugging the old stuffed dog to her chest, a radiant smile on her face.

Her mother chuckled and tried to persuade her. "Amber, honey..."

But Amber cut her off. "No, Mom, I'm not doing it."

Tears welled up in her eyes as the memories and emotions overwhelmed her. I comforted her, reaching over to wipe her tears away gently. "Amber, sweetheart, it's okay," I reassured her.

"I'm sorry," she chuckled, reluctantly placing the old stuffed dog back in its box.

I moved closer to her, putting my arm around her. "Hey, you never have to say sorry about missing your parents," I whispered. She rested her head on my shoulder, finding solace in my presence.

"I miss them, Teller, a lot… like I always say, since the kids were born, they're missing so much."

"I know," I whispered, kissing the top of her head.

Amber's POV:

As the late evening descended, with the kids all snug in their beds, Jax and I wound up on the patio, savoring a moment of togetherness.

As we passed a joint between us, I began to open up. "You know," I started, handing the joint back to my husband, "I haven't had any of those dreams yet... you know, where all of this is just a dream, and I'm actually in New York, still alone."

He nodded, taking a hit and exhaling slowly. "I don't think I ever told you this part," I continued, a playful giggle escaping my lips. "That the one you were married to…"

A mischievous spark danced in his eyes as he teased, "No, don't tell me I was married to Ima," taking another drag from the joint.

I chuckled, shaking my head. "You sure were."

Jax couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of that idea. "That's a nightmare, not a bad dream," he remarked, snuffing out the joint before discreetly placing it under a potted plant to hide it.

With a smirk, he gently teased me, "Come on, darlin', let's get you to bed," and playfully rolled me back into the house, leaving the memories of those dreams behind for the night.

#jax teller x oc #jax teller x disabled reader #jax teller fanfiction #jax teller fluff

[w0lp3rtinger]

Making Mischief Ch 1

I AIN'T DEAD YET!

AND YES I'M STILL WORKING ON HANGING ON TO TOMORROW I'VE JUST BEEN dying fucking dying but it's fine.

I fell in love with the new official Amy merch coming from Numskill. It's a halloween pin of her in a new little witch outfit and I LOVE IT!

I also couldn't help but notice it matches the cape that Shadow (Sonic, and Silver) all wear- the tattered black and red one.

So...once again... a oneshot ended up a multi-chapter thing.

@shadowsfascination and @shadamyheadcanons were a huge help when it came to editing this. I greatly appreciate their patience in dealing with my scattered little brain <3

I'm going to try to get this all done by the 31st of October though, for obvious reasons. No more than 2,000 words-ish a chapter. I'm trying ;_;

Anyway, ye, Happy All Hallow's Eve!

(This, and other stories, are available on my Deviantart!)

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“What do you think?” 

Amy gave an experimental twirl, only to stumble as she felt the broad brim of her witch’s hat lift from her head. She grabbed it, and, attempting to save the moment, gave a little jump and ended with a flourish, causing the hat to smash into an arrangement of wooden mixing spoons which clattered across Vanilla’s kitchen countertop. 

Amy withered a little under Vanilla's patient smile. Cream and Cheese, thankfully, laughed.

“You look great!” Cream said as she moved closer to inspect the dress. "It's very you!"

Amy jammed the hat back onto her head with a grin as she fixed the mess she had made. "Thanks! It's- it's nothing fancy. Kinda a last-minute idea. I just took my favorite dress and sort of used it as a blueprint for this one. Kept the same shade of red, swapped out the white trim for black…"

"I really like this part.” Cream held the jagged hem of the dress in her hands, running her thumb over the stitching. “Very spooky." 

“Aw really? Thanks! I like yours too," Amy said as she flicked the spiked pom-pom at the end of Cream's own hat. "You look like a cross between a witch and a chao. Plus, the matching bow tie for Cheese is super cute. Did you do that yourself?"

Cream beamed. "It was a team effort," she said as Cheese puffed out their tiny chest. 

"I'm glad everyone is happy with their costumes," Vanilla said as she pointed to the clock above the stove, "but if you don't get a move on, you're going to be late."

Amy slapped a hand to her cheek. "Oh Chaos, the time! You got everything you need?"

Cream held up a paper bag full of veggies and fruit, "Yup! All packed!"

"Vanilla, you sure you don't want to come with?"

Vanilla waved a hand, "No, I'll be content here. You girls go have fun."

"Oh, no worries about that!" Amy said with a grin before turning to Cream and Cheese.  "Let's put that in the trunk with the rest and we'll be good to go!"

In a flurry of goodbyes and promises to be back at a reasonable hour, the girls waved to Vanilla as they walked towards Amy's car. Each carried a handle of Cream's bag, laughing while it jostled between them. As Amy went to unlock the trunk, Cream took both handles in hand and hoisted the bag up.

"Hey, uh," Amy held out a hand, gesturing for Cream to hand it over, "How about you leave that to me, okay? It's heavy, and the trunk is kinda packed anyway."

Cream pouted, "I'm strong. I can hold it while you move stuff around."

Amy opened her mouth to retort, then closed it. Casting a quick glance towards Vanilla, still in the doorway watching them, she swiftly unlocked the trunk. 

Amy watched as Cream's eyes went wide, ogling all of the stuff packed into such a small space. Amy shuffled things about, trying to stuff the bag as best as possible in between the decorations and baked goods she had finished making last night.

"You can get in the car if you want," Amy said with a grunt, shoving a bag of bristling black garland out of the way, "the door is open."

"What's this for though?"

Amy turned, sucking a breath through her teeth as she saw Cream trying to grab a silver mirror from a thoroughly stuffed bag at the far back. 

"No!" Amy gasped as she snatched the mirror back, then laughed, trying to salvage some calm as she patted Cream's head gently. "No, no, please, that's my stuff."

Cream's eyes narrowed, looking between Amy and the mirror and the bag.

Amy sighed, holding the mirror close, "Listen, anything else in this car? You can absolutely touch it. This bag, though, is off limits unless I say otherwise." 

Cream pursed her lips, brow furrowing. 

"Everything alright?" Vanilla called out.

"Yeah! We're good!" Amy said with a smile before hunkering down behind the trunk where Vanilla wouldn't see as she turned her attention back to Cream. "Fine, okay, I'll tell you if you promise not to tell your mom."

Cream and Cheese shared a look, then Cream nodded, "Okay."

Amy sighed, tucking the mirror back into its hiding space as Cream and Cheese skipped to their open door. She ran a hand down her face and took a deep breath, two, before shutting the trunk and waving to Vanilla with a tacked-on smile. 

It didn't last for very long. 

"Okay, tell me."

Amy rolled her eyes, watching the rear-view mirror as she backed out of the driveway. "Can we at least get on the road first?"

"But you said when we got in the car."

"Yeah?"

"We're in the car."

"...Yeah?"

Cream pouted, "So I get to know now."

Amy couldn't help but laugh a little at Cream and Cheese's scrunched little faces. Switching gears, she set the car in drive and nestled back into her seat. "Okay, fine. Let's start with this. What do you think is in the bag?"

"No fair!" Cream hugged Cheese to her chest  who chirped in agreement, "Whatever I tell you, you'll just say it's that!"

Amy cast her a sideways look. "Since when have I ever done that?"

"Well… well you haven't, but mom does it sometimes."

"And am I your mom?"

"No…"

"Exactly," Amy nodded, "I get the honor of being your big sister. Totally different set of rules. I don't have to not tell you things. So when I say ‘what do you think is in the bag’, I mean it, and I'll let you know if you're right or wrong. Okay?"

Cream bit her lip, nodding as she pet Cheese and looked to the road ahead. For a moment, the car lulled into a thrumming silence, the road harmonics wrapping around them like a blanket. 

Then, from the corner of her eye, Amy saw Cream turn to face her again. 

"You're bringing your magic stuff to the Hallows Eve festival, aren't you?"

Amy grinned, her grip on the steering wheel tightening, "Yes, yes I am."

"But Amy," Cream gasped, "why?"

"Well, I wanna try some things and I can't do that without my stuff."

"But you said- you said you didn't want everyone to know you-!"

"I know that and they're not going to know." Amy swallowed against the fluttering in her stomach as she smiled at Cream. "Listen, I've got some small spells, just little ones, tiny little ones, that people won't think twice about. Half of them are folklore superstitions anyway. If anyone does ask about it, I'll lie."

"Lying is bad."

"Not when it's for the sake of privacy it's not."

"But-!"

"Ah ah ah! I said I'd tell you what was in the bag. I didn't say I was willing to argue over it!"

Amy drummed her fingers against the steering wheel as she focused on the road ahead, humming a tune to herself. It was hard to dispel the growing jitters though as Cream and Cheese's combined stares bore holes into her head. 

"...This wouldn't have anything to do with Mr. Sonic, would it?"

"What?" Amy's voice came out as a squeak, and she covered a cough with a laugh as she waved a hand. "What in Chaos’ name would make you say that?"

Cream sighed, sinking low in her seat. Cheese curled into the spot between her neck and shoulder as she crossed her arms. "You told me you decided to go as a witch so that we matched… but I bet that has to do with Mr. Sonic, too."

"Not true!"

"Then why? Why aren't you wearing your normal costume? The white and black one? You could have just made a different hat!"

"Can a girl not want a change of pace?" Amy huffed as she threw her turn signal on.

"I don't believe you."

"Oh come on, Cream," Amy cast her a look, "Listen, I really did want to match you. I wanted us to both go as witches this year because I thought it would be cute!"

"And?"

Amy opened her mouth, shut it, then sighed, "It-… okay, so you know that cape Sonic wears every year?"

"I knew it!" Cream threw her hands into the air, startling Cheese. "I knew it!"

"Oh, hush!"

"I knew it!"

"Look, I wanted to match the colors, okay!" 

"Are the spells for Mr.Sonic too?"

"No!" Amy pouted. "...Maybe."

"I knew it!"

"They're not really for him!"

"Then why do you sound so guilty?"

"Well, there's a bunch of fortune-telling spells you can do on All Hallow's Eve to find out if maybe, like… maybeee who you're destined to be with."

Cream groaned, rolling her eyes. "And you want it to be Mr. Sonic."

"Oh, would you just shush! So what if I do?!"

"Amy-"

"My cards keep being difficult, so I thought maybe I'd try something different!"

"Difficult how?" Cream shot her a look.

Amy bit her lip, taking a deep breath. 

"Difficult like not giving you the answer you want?"

"You keep this up," Amy hissed, holding up a finger, "and I swear I'm gonna send that little gray turtle straight towards you every time he asks where you are."

Cream yanked at her ears. "Quincy? Nooo!" She whined, "No, don't do that! They’re so weird!"

"Then I suggest you keep your lip buttoned about this." Amy gently bopped Cream on the nose with a smirk, “Capisce?" 

Cream gave Amy a withering stare before eventually turning towards the window. Amy took a deep breath, then another, flexing her grip on the steering wheel as she tried to take steadying breaths. She could smell the bonfire smoke, even from here, carried on the wind like an omen through the dappled trees. 

“This is gonna be great,” Amy said, almost in a whisper. “This is gonna turn out so great.” 

She didn’t have to look to know that Cream rolled her eyes. 

#amy rose #shadow the hedgehog #shadowxamy #sonic #sega #sth #library #WOOOOOO I MISSED WRITING #shadamy

[abimee]

the yorha raids make me soooo mad because of what wasted potential they felt like. every time i think of them i think of the end of paradigms breach where 2B is like "i cherish all the memories we made" or something and it makes me go ???? because what fucking memories!! you barely talk to her!!!!! things just kinda happen and you kill robots! i doubt it was his intention, but it all kinda comes off as him hijacking a completely different game for his own worldbuilding with disregard for what hes taking over. which in that case it should have been a one-off questline instead of an entire expansions alliance raid

also, the white orb is supposed to be linking nier:a with stuff from drakengard 1, its a seed of destruction. idk anything beyond having one appear is Very Bad

man wouldnt it be cool if they elaborated on the drak1 refferences to get people to play the drakengard games in this raid instead of just slapping them in and not having the plot do anything with them. especially because if you havent played drak1 the ball just feels like a weird refference to the ball adam and eve are born out of by the machines

also youre so right i literally dont get why 2B said that. or why she even stuck around when the moment we met her she was like ''well im taking 9s and leaving'' but she doesnt actually leave she just goes and sits deeper into the cave before shes needed in the plot again. like hello? whyd you say you were leaving and then Not doing that??? 😭

i think what made me mad the most was literally this/shot pose before its obviously meant to be a 1:1 of the ''9s doesnt go on the ark'' ending (forgive me for not remembering the route end letters. im stupid) because it felt so hollow. like everything else im just sort of hamming up my hate for but this genuinely felt like i was being laughed at because That ending in nier automata came from the culmination of so much insane stuff and emotional rollercoastering and struggle that the collab throwing it in at the very end just felt cheap. like the equivalent of putting a jumpscare at the end of a really well written horror movie because the yorha collabe just didnt do anything to Deserve the same reaction the original ending got from me

[doggirl08-moved]

( 07/01/23 ) Birthday more like.. funday :3

Today, 07/01/2008 is my birthday! I am now 15 officially I have been looking forward to this day all year one day to myself for everyone is on their best behavior and everyone is nice to me plus cake! I woke up very excited already getting calls and texts saying happy birthday but I was nervous either way my aunt was going to come over. Shes interesting in a bad way in the I will pick on you and way and ruin everything. We got food and I even got a peek at the cake but I was upset Sammie ( My friend ) couldn't come and my Aunt was here so I panicked I was silent the whole time I was eating and I looked like a saw a ghost and not a ghost I want to see a ghost I want to ignore! She left and I felt bad for being quiet and living whenever I had the chance. Everyone was mad at me and Abbey ( Sister ) got everyone to dogpile on me I wanted to cry for messing up but then Bethany my savoir and cousin came over and I felt better after a lot of people interrupting me and opening some cards and just trying to cheer up. For one day being about me they didn't let me speak but oh well cake time I had fun and I got a lot of photos taken of me! All my sadness just hid in the back of my head to be forgotten while I eat some cake! It was delicious, chocolate with whipped chocolate icing! It was multiple layers and great! Abbey kept being weird but I avoided her and had fun!

After the cake, I opened presents and I got some new lights, a new tapestry, and a new bag! I also got some money to spend on some new stuff for my room! Bethany insisted we take more photos since my outfit was cute and I didn't mind but I felt bad since my smile is weird my eyes close when I smile and it's embarrassing..people make fun of me and I hate it! I tried hanging up my lights while Bethany and Abbey were sitting on my bed so I couldn't do much!

After that, we went to see the new Spiderverse I was thrilled since I saw the first one years ago on News Years' Eve and I loved it and it was great! The guy at the movies put us down as one adult, and two kids and we were happy he let us slide but the girl was like "No way you're not getting in! Manager come to his station" and he's like Coworker let them in." and she let us through! ( My favorite character was Peter, The Spot, and Spiderbyte : 3 ( Also that one spider in a wheelchair, Sunspider? ). Abbey was crying in the middle of the movie and I felt very awkward the boys in front of us had the loudest laugh and it wasn't even during the funny moments I wanted to pass out but I had fun watching it and for once Dad stayed awake during a movie it was like a miracle! Abbey was acting moody after the movie and all me and Dad did was shrug since I am not letting her ruin my special day. ( If you're wondering why I didn't comfort her she should've slapped me really hard : ( and she hates that stuff, she just saw a sad scene ). We left and the car was weird all she did was tell me to shut up but I didn't worry.

It makes me upset that on my special day, people are never on their best behavior even though I am on theirs! I don't stay up and act annoying I go to bed early and make sure you have the best time why not do the same for me? I get Kylie don't worry about them you don't have to yeah but they are giving me something to worry about! Ugh!

But I had fun this was my first 'birthday' party in years and it made me very happy the movie was a nice cherry on top of this already fun day! 10 / 10 <3

#Diary

[inslo]

I’ve kind of had a realization over the last month or so.  …and it doesn’t necessarily make me feel great.  That realization is…I give up on relationships to easy and despite loving to talk things out I feel like I get into headspace where I lock out my partner. Sorry this is going to be long, but let me explain.

I feel like my first fiancé was an anomaly…with all the verbal abuse I put up with, so I won’t discuss this one.  My second fiancé, Angie, was very easy to love…(mind you it took me 10-years to figure it out)…she was very attractive to me, came from a wonderful family and had a big heart and an amazing personality.  Sure Angie came with some things I didn’t exactly like, but they became minor to the advantages in the prior sentence.  Then there was Bhoomika, who was very very easy to love, incredibly smart, good personality, big heart, wonderful family and I was always learning something from her.  Like Angie, she supported me when I leaned on her in bad times.  (However, with her, our differences were where we wanted to live…1000 miles apart, which ended the relationship.)  Trust me in saying that Bhoomika and Angie were my two best relationships I ever had.

That being said, there was Jenny who I really liked (buy my dad never really liked) but at the time I broke up with her, I made a decision for both of us without consulting her, and that was that I didn’t think that I could support her two kids and have two of my own.  I am aware of what she is up to through friends today and occasionally every year or so I run in to her and maybe chat for 30-minutes or so.  Part of the reason I had made this decision to break up with her was because she was unable to hold down a job longer than a few months. Every time I talk to her she has a completely different job.  Most of the time I spent in a relationship with her (2 years) she was job searching and interviewing.  Another part of my reasoning for making the decision for us was that I felt it was inappropriate to ask her to give up her kids.  She was really struggling at the time, living at her parents house with her two kids.  I wish I would have had an honest conversation with her instead of just cutting it off.  (She’s been with the same guy now for 16 years and they’ll never marry.)  Though this was more than 16-years ago, I think about her a lot

With ‘Madeline’, I again cut it off.  I wish I hadn’t and instead had a conversation.  She had a big heart, was sweet, attractive, and cooked good food. However, I had felt she needed to work on herself and deal with some PTSD she still had from her time in the army. I was also struggling with two other things with her, she would have to give up one of her two dogs if we ever moved in together.  This is because she had one 130lb Anatolian Shepard that was very aggressive.  I would never trust it alone with my 27lb dog, not even with any amount of training.  Secondly, she was kind of a hoarder, but not really…I think she didn’t know how to organize anything.  Her living room had no furniture but did contain piles of stuff which she was embarrassed about. I felt overwhelmed trying to figure out how I could help her with this…because I am a super organized, super clean guy. …What I’ve since learned about dealing with ex-military PTSD people is that I need to give them patience, time  and forgiveness.  Sadly, none of which I gave her.  I think about her a lot and miss her.

Right now I’ve been dating (but not been in a relationship with) someone since last November.  I’m dragging my feet on this one for many reasons. First of all, I’m not attracted to her, but I’m hoping that anything physical that may come of it would come from a strong friendship/relationship.  She does have a big heart, but sometimes I feel like she’s more like a “yes man” and I’ll be honest, there are times when I feel like a need a good slap-in-the-face (i.e. reality check).  She does not know how to cook very well, though most of the stuff she has made has been good.  In my head, if I ever got married, I would want my spouse to do most of the cooking.  I am willing to contribute and willing to help even going as far as cooking 40% of the time.  I’ve grown to like her company a lot, but I’m still struggling with the attractiveness.  She is on prescription weightloss medication (because of her diabetes), which makes her go “#2” about fifteen times a day every day.  I can’t make up my mind how to bring up these issues with her, or even if I should.