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bigwishes · 8 months

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Pretty Boy's Mistake

Kye was you average university athlete, mainly there to get a degree a generic sports degree to get a job as a personal trainer in the high end gyms, he rarely went to his lecture but always got outstanding grades. It wasn't that he wasn't passionate about sports or health, in fact he had taught himself pretty much everything the university had to offer before he had even gotten there. He was only there for a piece of paper. He spent most of his time in the gym, lifting weights whilst also training some guys on the side for some cash in hand work but he always made sure to put his own workouts first. His body was almost perfect and he loved every inch of it.

Although he wished he could be bigger. He saw some of the guys in the gym, how their tank tops looked like they could burst at any moment. One time he even saw a guys tank split because of an insane chest pump. He loved huge guys, wanted to be fucking huge like them. He would picture his gym crush and how his entire car would bounce and wobble when he squeezed his massive frame inside, he wanted a guy like that in his bed, he wanted to be bigger than that but a body like that would probably take him another 15 years to build and he wanted to enjoy and flaunt that size before he left uni.

Kye was in the gym when he saw a huge lumbering giant walk in. The man looked like a superhero right out of a comic and something possessed Kye out of no where. He followed the huge meathead to the locker room.

Kye stood there seeing the giant block almost all the lockers on a wall his back was so wide and Kye got nervous, a lump formed in his throat and he spat out what he had to say.

"so...how do I get as big as you bro"

the massive dude turned around looking around the locker room checking to see if he was talking to someone else, he let out a thunderous chuckle.

"you talkin to me pretty boy?"

Kye grew red in the face "y-yeah man, look I been lifting for a few years and I really wanna get fucking huge like you man"

"aaa just keep at it guy, youll be massive like mean real soon"

"how old are you?"

"Im 22 bro"

"22!" Kye yelled "bro im almost 23 how the fuck you get so big man, you gotta tell me your secret"

"hmmm, look, you're kinda cute bro so, I'll let you in on a little secret, for a trade of course"

"Anything man, anything, Ive tried everything I know with diet and routine and I'm just not swelling up like other guys are"

"I'll give you my secret if you tell me why you wanna be so big, annnnd, for a date" the large man raise his eyebrow and walked closer to Kye.

Kye's heart started pounded as he imagined what it'd be like to have his skull crushed by the giant bodybuilder's monstrous thighs

"o-okay, ummm, phew, is it hot in here?" kye tripped and stumbled over his words like it was his first time ever talking to a guy.

"so, why you wanna be big pretty boy?"

Suddenly the man had is arms leaning on the doorframe behind Kye forming an arch over him looking down at him.

"eer, well, I-I like size and, I like guys with size and I wanna be big y-ya know" Kye tried to avoid eye contact as the massive brute leaned in

"So you like big guys hey? why don't you keep your lil jock bod, let a mountain like myself have fun with you"

"Because I ain't no bodies bottom bitch, believe me man, if I was as big as you, I'd of already throw you against the wall and you'd be beggin for it"

The massive meat head in front of him bit his lip

"so you promise, once you're as big as me you'll be tossing me around?"

Kye smirked trying to keep up the confident façade

"yeah bro, but gotta warn you, I'm already a catch, once guys see me with arms tearing out of my shirt and my huge muscled fat ass squeezed into tight gym shorts you'll probably have some competition"

"oh I like a cocky meathead"

the man turned around walking back to his gym bag pulling out a small vial of orange fluid, he handed it to kye

"I'm Jason by the way"

"What is this?"

"My secret mixture, drink it man, it'll make you real big...and give you that fat juicy ass you want"

Kye instantly downed the drink and gave Jason a wink.

"Alright, Im gonna go workout man"

"See you tomorrow pretty boy" Jason laughed as Kye walked out.

Kye was stepping into his car, having to stop to catch his breath, he worked harder than he ever had. He knew the vitamin shot he was given wasn't going to do anything but it was at least energising. Kye felt a strange tingling, as the veins on his pelvis swelled with blood pumping downwards. Kye gritted his teeth feeling like he was about to get hard and suddenly he watched as his package swelled and doubled in size in his pants.

Kye jumped in his car feeling his thighs and arms swell. Like his pump was subsiding but his muscles weren't shrinking down to normal size.

He drove home, gritting his teeth and occasionally grunting the entire way.

Kye stepping of of his car feeling his shirt tight around his chest and arms. He let out a tired sigh feeling strange and walked inside. Kye saw himself in the mirror, his shirt tightly pulled across body. He pulled off his shirt seeing his abs slightly stretched out, rubbing his stomach watches his package swell again.

UUUUUGGGGhhhhhh He groaned.

"W-what the fuck is going on"

Kye watches as his bulge swelled outwards in his pants straining against the fabric, as his stomach swelled outwards with it.

"W-WHAT THE FUCK MY, MY ABS"

Kye grabbed his stomach feeling it strain

UUUUUUUGGGGHHHH-UUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRPPPPP

Kye let out a painful groan that turned into a belch as tears started to form in his eyes, his perfect 6 pack was gone swelled out like he had been bulking all year round.

Kye couldn't hold back the belches escaping his mouth and with each on his body changed. His arms swelled bigger, his thighs swells bigger.

He watched helplessly in the mirror unable to stop the changes, no matter how hard he pushed his stomach trying to get it to shrink the only thing he managed to do was push out another belch. Kye mercilessly began scratching at his jaw and neck feeling an annoying itch take over. He was too busy watching as his body swelled up to notice the changes in his face. Kye finally looked up from his bloated stomach to see himself, hairy, big and bulky.

"WHAT THE FUCK, I" Kye pinched the side of his waist in disbelief

BUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRPPPPPP

Kye's massive meaty hand felt is muscled gut vibrate as he belched. Feeling a surge of change again, but he didn't see himself get any bigger in the mirror, he heard a slight ripping noise and looked around. Turning to the side he saw the fabric of his gym shorts tight, torn and ripped over his massive muscular ass. His face turned bright red.

"Oh god..I'm...uuggh I'm like a fat bear"

Kye's stomach grumbled and he made his way to the kitchen poking and patting his gut hoping by some mirecal it would shrink and turn back into a six pack.

Kye sat in the gym locker room trying to hide his new burly body under bagging clothing. Embarrassed and hoping Jason would walk in at any moment. After about an hour Jason walked in.

"H-Hey Jason"

"Oh hey Pretty Boy, hows it feel bein big"

"I" Kye couldn't even finish his sentence before letting out a monstrous belch

"I didn't ask for this"

"yeah you did bro, you wanted to be big"

"AND NOW LOOK AT THIS, WHERE ARE MY ABS IM TUBBY" Kye lifted his shirt and poked at the muscled slab

"Man you aint tubby, you bulky, thick muscle"

"But I wanted my abs bro, I wanted to look like some pro bodybuilder not like some kinda burping werewolf"

Kye rubbed his gut cocking his mouth open belching causing Jason to laugh. Kye's face turned bright red

"Dude stop laughing and fucking do something, uuuggghhh"

"alright bro, quit the complaining I might have something for you"

"Anything is better than this man"

Jason handed Kye a vial filled with bright pink liquid

UUUURpp "so, this'll fix me?"

"Oh man, it'll give you the perfect body"

Kye looked at it suspiciously feeling the concrete wall he had for a stomach. He closed his eyes and downed, a few moments passed and Kye didn't feel much different, when suddenly the familiar sensation rose up from his gut to his throat.

UUUUUHHGG-UUUUUURRRRRPPPP

Kye's eyes widen and his face turned white

"WHA-UUUUUURRRPPPP DID-UUUUURRRRRRPP YOU GIV- UUUURRRPP ME?!"

Kye tried to speak more but he struggled to form a full sentence from his constant belching

"Looking good man" Jason laughed

Kye, felt is rock hard bloated gut and heard the sound of tearing fabric as his muscles bulged out of his shit, soon he was left standing there in the gym locker room in nothing but his underwear.

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Kye looked at himself in the mirror disappointed by his huge muscle gut, he cocked his mouth open and belched.

Jason let out a booming laugh "bro you look like you take roids and smash 6 protein shakes hourly"

"bro why'd you do this" Kye sheepishly asked

"because you wanted to me big"

"then why not make me like you, why give me this huge gu-UUUUURRP"

"Coz you were cocky, and I find it hot when cocky guys get taken down a peg"

"oh" kye smiled "so now you've gotten you kick I can go back right?"

"nah, you were a pretty boy jock, now you can enjoy being a bulky cunt"

Kye went to walk away from the mirror, hearing his underwear start to rip around is massive muscled ass. That'll teach him to take stuff from strangers in the locker room.

#male transformation #muscle #muscle transformation #male tf #gay transformation #tf story #transformation #muscle bear #bear transformation

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sukunasweetheart · 3 months

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Watching angsty romance films with sukuna while youre sick... biggest mistake he ever made bc hes sitting there like: 😐

while youre dramatically sobbing: 🥹😭🥺EEUEEEE 😢🥹WEEHHHHH 😭😭😭😭

Youre more emotionally vulnerable when youre sick so you start crying at every little thing, becoming a sniffling mess, especially at tearjerker films

Actually, he prefers when you cry like this, rather than your silent crying. He doesn't like you hiding things from him. Also, its funnier when youre upset in a silly way. It strikes a nerve in his chest when you're actually upset.

Imagine you plead him to feed the soup or porridge he makes for you (please? 🥺) and he does it reluctantly, even blowing on the spoon to cool it down before giving it to you. You giggle after every spoonful and he tells you to be quiet, else he's going to make you eat it yourself.

And youre awfully clingy with him, more than usual, asking to hold hands and asking him where he's going every time he stands up. "i'm just going to take a piss, jesus. Stay put."

And after he comes back, he finds you napping, having fallen into a deep sleep. Probably from the drowsy medications. Then he will freely check your temperature and change the cloth on your forehead while you're not watching him.

once you wake up again, its back to sad films. sukuna doesn't understand why you're doing this to yourself but he's not gonna put in effort to stop you if that's what you really want... the film you watch with him ends with the male lead dying, leaving his girlfriend behind...

"babe 🥹"

"what?"

"i'll never date someone else even if you die first..."

"you don't need to worry about that. i ain't dying."

"babeeee 🥹 dont die, okay?"

"i'm not dying! 💢"

you're the sick one here!! and then he demands that you go to sleep now, since youll just dehydrate yourself by exhausting your tear ducts but you say you can't yet bc youre not sleepy...

the rest of the day ends with you just doing your own thing, playing games or whatever, and him scrolling on his phone beside you until you feel tired enough

#sukuna x reader #jjk x reader #sukuna #sukuna x y/n #sukuna x you #ryomen sukuna x reader #soft sukuna #this is self indulgent as well bc im sickkk as fuck right now omg #someone get me out of this hell :( but its comforting to think abt sukuna

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weskin-time · 1 year

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Rest

Captain John Price x GN!Reader

youre a prideful idiot who wont take a break even when their body is screaming at them to heal and rest, and Price humbles you.

not beta read

i know more about the air force than i know about the army. i used to be in ROTC so i have very faint ideas on how the military works im also still loopy on pain meds so i apologize for any mistakes this also just fuckin sucks ass im sorry.

I took the saying "fuck the military" too literally and now im writing fics for old british army men

You were the definition of exhausted. For three weeks you were deployed out to a frigid Russian forest trying to find the location of some worthless man. You were sent out with a team of men to lead this mission, you knew you could handle it, you knew Gaz and the other men who came with you could handle it, but no one can handle Russian winters better than Russians.

It had been a useless hunt at first, slow and steady making your way through bases and killing dozens of men before you got intel on where the man you were looking for was hiding. After three weeks in Russia, you finally arrived back home with new intel and the man in question captured.

Your bones ached with chill that never left you, as if the snow had sunk itself into your flesh and kissed your bones, your fingers ached the most, even through heavy gloves you could never shake the numbing chill. Your body felt heavy as if your collar bones weighed 40 pounds, every breath you took was deep and sore, you legs were made of lead as you limped from the helicopter pads to the weapons bay. Your eyes strained in the darkness of the night and you tried your hardest to not close them as you walked the path. You didn't have time to sleep or rest you had to clear and turn in your guns before even thinking of rest, you had paperwork to fill out, reports needed to be made to be processed, a meeting with Captain Price and Laswell needed to be scheduled, you didnt even want to think about the paper work you needed to fill out for capturing a man, and you told Gaz you would take his weapons to the bay to clear them for him so he could get some much needed rest. He looked the worst out of the two of you and you couldn't just not help him and his puppy dog eyes, the two of you were very close even though you were a higher rank than him, which he hated the hell of and you teased him for it.

You did sustain a few injuries over the three weeks, sprained left ankle, you were stabbed in the same leg in the thigh, and a bunch more cuts and bruises but those were minor, Gaz helped you patch up your stab wound as you tried not to punch him out of reflex when he got out a needle and thread. Gaz took a few scrapes here and there but he mostly was just exhausted from the cold, probably more than you were, or maybe he flashed you his puppy dog eyes knowing your heart couldn't say no to him, either way he was probably already resting up in his warm bed trying to sleep away the cold ache.

You noticed you were slightly swaying when you entered the weapons bay, your limp wasn't the only thing causing it, you were exhausted, but there was no time to rest. Not surprising that the bay was empty, it was almost 1am and almost everyone from your squad was sound asleep in their beds, lucky them. You didnt know or care at the moment with what they do with the Russian captive, youll figure it out after the meeting with Price and Laswell.

Setting down Gaz's sniper you began to de-arm yourself taking the M17 from your thigh holster and the M4 off you back, unloading the clips and mags from them and began to take them apart for cleaning. Cleaning guns was always fun for you, taking them apart and putting them back together, the little clicks and sounds they made were satisfying. Your eyelids felt more like lead as you took apart the pistol, you swear you blinked for a second and when you opened them back up again your head was almost on the table, you knew you were tired but you didnt think you were that tired. You exhaled and scrunched your eyes closed before opening them wide as if that would help you. Youre so sore you can feel the muscles in your shoulders straining as you picked up Gaz's rifle and began to clear that. There was no time to sleep you needed to get so many things done before you even had the idea of resting, you wondered if Ghost ever got this way and you wondered what could keep him up for so long and maybe you could pull the answer out of him.

"Master Sargent Y/L/N!" Rang a deep British voice, husky like whiskey and cigar smoke, Captain Price has entered the building.

You stood up fast from where you were sitting, shooting up straight and turning around as you stood at attention and saluted your commanding officer, the little surprise woke you up enough to jolt you fast enough. You took him in as he walked to you, why the fuck was he still wearing that dumb bucket hat at 1am? He was without his gear, just wearing an army green tight cotton shirt that was tucked into his light sand camo cargo pants and held up with a belt. You tried your hardest to keep your eyes straight ahead of you at attention but it was very hard not to stare at the way the shirt hugged him way too well. It was still loose enough to leave some idea of what was underneath to your imagination but tight enough to shift and move over his muscles as he walked to you. Gaz and you one time joked that he looked like a cranberry farmer or a dad who got into fishing after retiring with that bucket hat on his head. He was in his late 30s but you swear he was one of the most attractive men you've ever seen in your life, even his weird beard was hot on him.

"At ease kid." He stood next to you and watched you slightly relax out of attention and sit back down to work on the guns again.

"What're you doing up this late Captain?" you asked him as you began to finish up Gaz's gun to avoid his blue stare.

"Just got done talking to Gaz about your mission, wanted to check in to see how things went with you." you were grateful you could have a small debriefing now to get one thing out of the way before you had to work on the rest of everything else. He placed a large hand on your shoulder, putting some weight on your sore body and asked about the mission to which you tried your hardest not to slur your words in a sleepy haze as you gave a simple report of everything, keeping in the story of your injuries and how you got them.

His hand was so big his palm alone covered your shoulder by itself and they were so warm too, it almost unfroze your aching bones just by his touch alone, and the warmth lightly spread to your face, which tickled your eyes making them even more sleepy. You wondered why he put it there in the first place and why he was slightly leaning on you.

"I wanted to have a small word with you." he announced after you finished up the short debrief. your interest was peaked quickly at his words and you sheepishly looked up at him in confusion. He took a small breath in before sighing, "I'm putting you on leave Sargent."

That peaked something that wasn't pleasant in you. Call yourself stubborn because you instantly began to drag your heels into the conversation, "Price I cant go on leave!"

"Just for a week at most y/n." His voice was that of a parent telling their child that they couldn't get Maccas on the way home.

"I have so much I have to do, I cant just sit on my ass while everyone else gets on with it." You argued although your brain was a tad fuzzy from how his hand was on you and the lack of sleep so your arguing wasn't very good in the slightest.

"You're exhausted, I can see it in your eyes kid-"

You cut him off, "Im not-"

"Let me finish solider."

You fell quiet.

"You do this every time you get back from a mission that you're commanding." He explained. "You get back on base and while everyone else takes a few days off to heal and rest you run around like a bloody chicken with its head cut off trying to get work done. I'm helping you out here y/n."

Your ego didn't like that. "Sir I'm fine, I'll get sleep tonight and I'll be chipper by morning, good as new." You tried to be polite with your arguing back.

"And what? Walk around on that healing leg of yours?" His eyes flicked to your left thigh before meeting your eyes again. "I saw you limping when you got off the helo. I think you're the first solider that's fought with me about getting a break."

"I'm alright Captain, really, I'll just finish up here then go to bed and I'll be back to myself in no time tomorrow and get all the reports and paper work ready and done." If you weren't so sluggish you would have felt more anger bubbling in your throat then the little spark that you felt now. Your words were slurring slightly and you knew deep down he was right but you didn't want to hurt your pride and admit it.

"Stand up." He ordered.

Confused you tried to push your body up but was completely halted by his hand on your shoulder. He wasn't even leaning his full weight onto you and your thighs shook at you trying to stand up against him, this should have been easy but it felt like your body was shutting down, you were being provided proof in what he was saying was true and even then you still tried to fight it, but nothing came of it. Were you really that weak? You weren't weak. This should be nothing compared to what you can do normally and yet you felt a sting on your ego. Your whole body protested trying to get up again.

You hung your head in a sign as you stopped trying. A very very tired part of your brain popped up with the thought of liking this weird imbalance of power being displayed, it liked the way he looked when you had to crane your sore neck up to see him, loved the way his eyes felt as they looked down upon you. You need to shut that part of your brain off before you eat your own shoes.

"It's an order Sargent." his voice was firm.

Some dumb part of you had one weak last attempt at an argument in you as you slurred, "I'm not even that tired." and as soon as it left your mouth you cringed at how fucking stupid you sounded.

"Oh come on that was pathetic." he was right it was a very pathetic last attempt.

Your eyes trailed up his toned arms and to his eyes, "Fine."

"Good cause you had no choice. I already had it approved." He blew out some air from his nose in a small laugh.

A break did sound nice, the thought of your shitty cot and thin blanket sounded like heaven to you, like the thought alone lifted your bones of some of the deep ache. You knew your past actions labeled you as stubborn, stubborn enough to warrant this entire situation. You probably were the only solider in the world who protested a vacation. You sighed as he removed his hand from your shoulder, the anger you once felt sloshing away down the drain as your head began a dull thrumming.

"Cant have one of my best men running around like that sweetheart." his voice was course and sent a shiver down your spine, you closed your eyes and mulled over the pet name in your head, you loved the way it made your heart flutter and your chest tighten. If only would call you soft names all the time, you dont think you could get tired of hearing him talk ever.

Your eyes opened wide when you felt a thumb and a finger pinch your chin and force you to look up, your eyes looked into his blue ones in tired confusion mixed with shock. Your face felt even warmer than before, it spread from your face down your neck and seeped into your aching bones and began to thaw them out, the warm that you so missed in those weeks settled into your flesh.

"Hey, how about i take you out tomorrow? There's this new pub Soap wants me to try and since you're not doing anything might as well come with me for a drink or two."

You have to be so very tired with how long it took to register in your mind that your captain was asking you out on a fucking date. You just sat there for a second in shock before your brain caught up to your ears and sent your heart into overdrive. You were defiantly not tired anymore.

"I-, wha- uh, yea sure! i mean." You were so flustered that you fumbled over your words which made you even more flustered. "Yea I would love that, it would be fun Price." you coughed out finally.

"Good. I'll come by your flat in the afternoon." He leaned down to you and he pulled you closer to him by your chin. "Now please go get some sleep, kid. Youll need it for tomorrow sweetheart." and placed a kiss to your forehead before turning away and leaving you as if he didnt just ask you on a date, call you pet names, and kiss your forehead. His beard was scratchy and the skin still tickled after he departed but it felt nice, comforting. You totally didnt stare at his ass as he walked away and left the weapons bay. How the fuck are you going to be able to sleep now??

#tezi post #call of duty modern warefare #modern warefare 2 #captain john price #captain price #john price headcanons #captain john price x reader #mw2 x reader #cod x reader #mw2 headcanons #cod imagine #mw2 imagine

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ranposgirlboss · 1 year

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So so so remember the "types of hugs they would give" that can also be seen platonic ? Could you do something like it with headpats please ? Any characters but could you include Ranpo, Poe, Mushitarou and Yokomizo please ?

YES I CAN. SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG 😭

also yokomizo might be a lil ooc since i like barely understand his chara and i had to reread those chapters to try to BUT I TRIED MY BEST 😭

chara list: mushitarou (mushytaro), ranpo, poe, yokomizo, dazai, and chuuya

these are all completely platonic!!!

also im really sick so im really sorry if it seems lazy!!

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MUSHITAROU

-HELP HE WOULD BE SO SASSY AS FIRST ANND PROBABLY DEADPAN YOU

-"UGH YOURE GOING TO MESS MY HAIR >:("

-secretly he likes it tho but HE cant admit that!!11!1

-OMG IMAGINE IF YOU GAVE HIS GHOSTS HEADPATS TOO

-AAAAAAAAAA I LOVE CUTE LITTLE GHOSTS SM

-also it would be kinda funny if u tried to give one of his ghosts a headpat and then ur hand just fucking phased through 💀

RANPO

-OMG HE LOVES IT AND GIVES U MANY HEADPATS BACK

-whenever yall are leaving after hanging out yalls goodbye is giving each other head pats <333

-he gets actually so happy omg

-i can see it where he likes both headpats and praise, they pretty much go hand in hand <33

-IDK WHAT ELSE TO WRITE OTHER THAN HE REALLY LOVES THEM HELP 😭

POE

-THESE PICTURES ARE ACTUALLY MY SERATONIN BOOST EVERY SINGLE DAY

-he enjoys head pats but is a bit shy to give them back bc he doesn't know if you're comfortable for not

-if you ask him to tho, he def will

-his smile would be so adorable if u gave him some omg

-pls give my man some headpats bc while he might not show his happiness externally he is so happy on the inside <333

YOKOMIZO

-I LITERALLY THOUGHT HE WAS A GILR WHEN I FIRST READ THE MANGA BYE (i haven't watched the anime so i didn't get the voice cue)

-I HAD TO LOOK UP IF HE WAS A GUY OR GIRL OUT OF CONFUSION

-i didnt think venti was a girl but then i somehow think he's a girl bye

-he seems like a nice chad so he will probably thank u and pat u back <33

-he just seems nice and calm so he wouldn't freak out about it and hell probably just smile and maybe tease you a bit about it

DAZAI

-DAZAAIIIII

-dazai would give u them back but like in the most chaotic way possible

-he would probably attempt to tackle you like a football player and just keep on patting your head like 298874932 times

-youll probably scream ad try to get away from his grip

-never make the same mistake again because it will only get worse

-or do it again and be prepared to be literally murdered by him

CHUUYA

-HE WILL PROBABLY JUMP AND ALMOST MURDER YOU BY ACCIDENT

-like bro will jump and then turn around and almost punch you if you try to do it behind him

-it will be so SO hard to get him to pat u back

-hes too prideful tbh

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THANK YOU FOR READING!!! sorry this is so short im sick so i had to take a lot of breaks in between and i had to work a lot even tho im sick which made me a lot more tired lmaiujkahbsjkm

MY REQS ARE ALWAYS OPEN!!!!

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the-s1lly-corner · 6 months

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Caine and kinger x reader with ADHD

Caine and Kinger x reader w/ ADHD

yahoo!! gonna knock out some requests today !! this is gonna be based off of my own experiences btw !! not much else i can think to put in this authors note so! ill just get on with it note from the future, little longer than i intended but thats mostly because admin started relating TOO much wuh-oh

CAINE:

caine is honestly really good about keeping you on track when theres a task at hand. i dont know about you, but i tend to wander about when im working on something; to check on something else repeatedly then coming back to what needs to be done and just go back and forth.(shit im even doing it now, the getting up and checking on things thing even though i know the thing is fine/complete) i like to think that caine would be pretty okay at making sure you get the thing you need/want to do done! i dont think theres meds in the digital world, i mean yeah sure you can ask for them but since theyre digital theyre not going to actually. do anything. but lets say in a hypothetical au where this all takes place in the real world and caine is a real person, he would make sure you take them consistently and on time. honestly this hc isnt really part of the ask but; i generally like to think that caine likes to follow routines and schedules as closely as he can... maybe its the ringmaster thing since hes tasked with keeping everything running but... shrugs

very supportive when you make a small mistake in something (like this is just a general thing, though) and isnt too obnoxious with trying to hold or regain your attention is something happens to the side and steals it away. very patient and polite with it, i think

last minute addition because it hit me like a sack of bricks. time blindness. fucking time blindness. you know how i mentioned that caine is good at keeping you on track? i think he would be good with helping you out with that, at least some of it. mostly logging your activities and him keeping an eye on the time (which he already does so its not like an extra habit he needs to pick up.. though if it werent he would pick it up in a heartbeat. literally anything for you, he loves you a lot)

KINGER:

honestly he might start to mimic your stims and fidgets! he doesnt mean to mock you, no i just think he would start to reflect your actions after spending most of his time around you to make sure you're okay! while caine keeps you on track, kinger is likely to go with you when you wander off to check/do something else. really unless its something time sensitive or really important is when hes going to start outwardly reassuring you that the other thing is fine. honestly, in an au with the real world i was originally going to say he would have a chance of forgetting to help remind you/ask if you took your meds (if you take them) but i think he would take stuff like that way too seriously to even DARE forget. like yeah sure you're not going to d1e if you forget to take them for a single day but still. he'd probably be like this with any meds tbh, so if you're prone to forgetting youll be fine as long as you have kinger around! gibes you pillows for fidget stuff, if you are feeling restless. or perhaps even goes on a walk with you around the circus grounds. like idk about yall, or if this is something completely unrelated, but my legs HURT when i sit too still. like down to the bone, if i dont get up every now and then its agony; sleeping is hell and on days its worse than others (like im talking sometimes i need to be in near constant movement) (also jerky arms and legs) (anyways)

also very polite with returning your attention to where it needs to be but honestly given that kinger himself is shown to space out at least twice in the pilot i think sometimes you guys both get side tracked and struggle to remember and/or get back into the flow of what you were originally doing

ponders

tldr; caine keeps you more on track with schedules whereas kinger embraces your flow a little more but both are respectful of things and dont really make you feel less than + remind you to take care of yourself

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader #caine x reader #kinger x reader

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whoreanghae · 10 months

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familiar ; kwon soonyoung

genre - strangers to lovers, meetcute, y/n works at a cafe

word count - 1.8k

disclaimers - lowercase on purpose, no proofreading, fic under the cut

a/n - soooo its been a while... ive had a very busy 2023 and a very severe case of writers block, but i wanted to write a cute hoshi fic about a cafe so this is what we get. im also in the works of writing a longer fic like my last one, but that wont be out for a bit, its still very early stages. regardless, i hope u enjoy this messy lil hoshi fic! (because i wouldnt be whoreanghae without a little hoshi here and there) its just sweet and warm and fuzzy etc etc hope u enjoy xoxo k

“order up!”

life working in the cafe was nothing short of fast paced. you were constantly making drinks or baked goods that in a 6 hour shift you were basically running around the entire time. you had no way of pointing out specific things or people, it was just go, go, go. you were used to the environment, and you enjoyed how you had no time to dwell on mistakes or mishaps. you simply had to move on to the next task.

this day things werent as hectic as they usually were, so you were testing out new drinks and snacks for the menu. as you started pouring milk into an empty cup for the next round of testing, you heard the bell above the door jingle and quickly poured the last cup of milk and turned around. the man who stood a couple feet away from the counter was what you would call ‘a familiar’. you dont see him enough to call him a regular, but you see him just enough that he stands out when you see him walk in. he was one of those people you still noticed out of the rest even in one of those fast paced busy days. you watch as his eyes scan the menus above your head, and he taps his foot as he tries to decide what to order. after 20 seconds or so he steps up to the counter and smiles. you give him a smile back.

“welcome back! what’ll it be today?”

“hmmm, im thinking ill go for something matcha today. maybeeeee a medium iced matcha latte?”

you hum and nod as you press buttons on the register.

“good choice, good choice, can i get you anything else today?”

“and a large iced americano!”

“allllright, ill get started on that for you now.”

you shoot him another smile as he takes out his card and taps it on the machine. you spin around and start getting out the ingredients to make his drinks. everytime he comes in, he always gets a different drink from the menu for himself, then a large iced americano. every time, a large iced americano. you just assume the drink is for a girlfriend or someone, and continue on with your day. as much as youd never admit it, some days you kind of wish he stops ordering the americano. its not that you dont want the cafe getting any sales, its just that he is handsome. so handsome. and you dont want to make a fool of yourself and hit on a guy with a girlfriend. so as long as hes ordering the large iced americano, youll keep to yourself.

you whip up the drinks and bring them to the other end of the counter, as his head pops up and he comes over to pick up the drinks. he thanks you, and you wish him a good day as he heads out the door again. you sigh, watching him leave with that damn large iced americano in his left hand.

your coworkers start to pick up on your little thing for mr familiar, so everytime they see him coming, theyre coincidentally busy in that moment. he comes in a couple times again throughout the week, still ordering the americano. you still shoot him the same smile, wishing him well, and watching him leave with the drinks in tow. one day, just one day, he wont order the americano and youll be able to make a move. but, that just wasnt the day.

one day when work is particularly dead, youre sitting at a table a few feet away from the counter eating your lunch when the door bell rings again. you look up, and youre met with mr familiar yet again. you wave meekly as he smiles and nods your way. your coworker serves him, since you had just sat down. you try to not look at him, or listen to what hes ordering. hes just another customer, why do you wonder so strongly what drinks he had just ordered? you push it out of your mind as you try to finish your sandwich. out of the corner of your eye you see your coworker place a drink and something else on the counter, and mr familiar walks to the counter and picks it up. but, instead of hearing the door bell yet again, you’re instead met with a figure standing over your table.

“is this seat taken?”

he gestures to the chair opposite you at the small table. you shake your head and nod for him to sit down. he places his drink and sandwich on the table and grins at you. you try to stop the tips of your ears from turning red, but you can feel the heat blazing from the side of your head. you both eat your lunch as you make small talk. you learn that he actually goes to your school, which is just down the block. hes a dance major, which piques your interest even more. it turns out that he has a really cute laugh, and loves tigers. you tell him about your self, and he listens intently the entire time. he nods his head along with your stories which makes you smile to yourself. you check your watch, realizing that the lunch rush is about to start.

“im so sorry to cut this short, but i have to get back to work, the lunch rush is about to start and i cant leave them high and dry.”

“oh no worries at all! i have a class at 1:00 anyways, its probably time for me to head back now too.”

“it was really nice talking to you.”

“it was nice talking to you too, wait, here-”

he rummages in his pocket, pulling out a crumpled up receipt and a pen. he scrawls something on the back of the paper, and shoves it into the pouch of your apron. you laugh at his urgency as he puts the pen back into his pocket and heads out the door. he waves as he walks past the front windows, and you wave back in a sort of shock. you pull the crumpled paper out of your apron and read it. the paper reads “Soonyoungie~” and his number. as you read this, you realize you never even gave him your name. you see a string of customers begin to roll in, so you shove the receipt into your back pocket and get back to work.

as the day comes to an end and youre sitting in your bed in your pajamas, you keep turning the receipt over and over in your hands. you trace the letters and numbers with your fingers so much that you think they might soon rub off the paper. do i text him? how long do i wait? did i wait too long? you stare at the receipt until you fall asleep, paper in hand. you wake up the next morning to the receipt laying on the floor next to your bed. you pick it up, grab your phone, and carefully type the numbers into a new contact. you make sure to reread it about 20 times, before naming the number “soonyoung” and flopping back onto your bed.

you get to work, and youre staring at the empty text conversation between you and mr familiar, who youve now discovered is ‘soonyoung’. then, you quickly realize that you didnt tell him your name. your palm connects with your forehead as you realize that youre probably just ‘cafe girl’ to him at this point. you see your manager walk out of the back room in the corner of your eye, so you put your phone back into your pocket so she doesnt shout at you. it feels like your phone is weighing you down, whispering ‘text him, text him’ into your ear as you mix drinks. you push soonyoung to the back of your mind, trying to just get through this shift.

the cafe is booming this day, customers are constantly in and out and there are so many people that the tables are all filled. you and your coworkers are switching out with each other between cleaning/serving tables, working the cash, and making the orders. it just so happens that your shift as the cashier had just started when you see a familiar face coming in. soonyoung smiles as he sees you, and glances at the menu before coming up to the counter. you beam at him as he looks at you over the counter. you notice another guy next to him, looking around the cafe in awe.

“hi soonyoung! whats on the menu today?”

“a large vanilla latte for me, and a large iced americano for my friend.”

you blink to yourself as you type in the order. large iced americano… large iced americano… the large iced americano wasnt for a girlfriend, it was for a friend. the man next to soonyoung had a kind smile, and he radiated warm energy. you give both of them a grin as you gesture to the machine and watch as soonyoung taps his card yet again.

“so what are you two doing out today?”

“we both had some time between classes, and i always bring seungkwan americanos from here because he says theyre the best in seoul, so today i convinced him to come with me.”

“ahhh, well im glad you enjoy them, seungkwan.”

he gives a smile back as you hear soonyoungs name called from the end of the counter.

“have a good day you two!”

“you too, y/n!”

soonyoung calls back as he heads out the door and you move on to your next customer. wait. he knew your name? how did he know your name? the interaction lingers in your mind throughout every customer you serve until youre about to close. you think about it over and over again, and bring it up to one of your coworkers.

“hey, did you tell that guy soonyoung my name?”

“huh? no, why?”

“its weird, he came in and he knew my name..”

“honey, did you forget whats right here?”

she pats your chest, and you look down at your apron. you feel like an idiot. name tag. thats how he knew. your coworker laughs and pats your back as she goes back into the breakroom. you clean off the counters and take out your phone and quickly type out a message.

y/n : hey soonyoung! this is y/n from the cafe :)

you stare at the message for what felt like hours, and reluctantly turn your phone off and go back to cleaning up so you can go home. as youre putting the containers of milk back into the fridge, you hear your phone buzz on the counter and spin around.

soonyoung : hey y/n!

soonyoung : how is/was work?

the message makes you smile, as you send another one and push your phone across the counter, flustered.

y/n : it got better after i saw a certain familiar face :))

#kpop fluff #seventeen imagines #kpop x reader #seventeen #seventeen fluff #seventeen reactions #hoshi x reader #university au #cafe #strangers to lovers #cafe meetcute #hoshi fluff #kwon soonyoung #kwon soonyoung x reader #kpop x you #seventeen x you #whoreanghae

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fuck-you-upmusicbracket · 10 months

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No One Is Alone (Into the Woods)

Hard to see the light now/Just don't let it go/Things will come out right now/We can make it so/Someone is on your side/No one is alone

People make mistakes/Holding to their own/Thinking they're alone/Honor their mistakes/Fight for their mistakes/Everybody makes/One another's terrible mistakes

"The idea that life is incredibly confusing, that it's hard to figure out who you can trust, to decide what's important to you and how to make those things real, but you don't have to do it by yourself. You're going to lose people, and sometimes you might even lose yourself, and sometimes your actions will have unintended consequences, but even in the midst of all that, no one is so hopeless that it's impossible for them to ever make a true human connection. Everything feels terrible and insurmountable, and it feels like nobody cares, but somebody does-somebody always will. No matter what happens, you have support. Somebody will be rooting for you and will be there to help you figure everything out and to love you. Genuinely every single time I try to sing this song I start crying, hell, I'm crying right now as I'm typing this."

"I listen to this song when I feel hopeless and alienated. And it has made me cry more than once."

The Mind Electric (ミラクルミュージカル Miracle Musical)

See how the serfs work the ground (See how they fall)/And they give it all they've got/And they give it all they've got/And you give it all you've got 'til your down/See how the brain plays around/And you fall inside a hole you couldn't see/And you fall inside a hole inside a-/Someone help me

Understand what’s going on inside my mind/Doctor, I can’t tell if I’m not me

Nuns commence incanting as the lightning strikes mine temples thus/Electrifying mine chambers wholly, scorching out thine sovereignty so/Spiralling down thy majesty, I beg of thee have mercy on me/I was just a boy, you see! I plead of thee, have sympathy for me!

"The lyrics just hit hard with all of the imagery and shit, being used alongside the song glitching and a 3 minute long sequence (an un-glitched version of the song) that plays backwards in full before the song begins, conjure up a very interesting view/idea/image of losing your sanity. Plus, the song has a really interesting history in terms of its creation."

"first listen: "damn its weird that this has itself backwards haha" second listen: ⚡️⚡️🧠SEE HOW THE BRAIN PLAYS AROUND🌩😈AND YOU FALL INSIDE A HOLE YOU COULDNT SEE☁️⚡️AND YOU FALL INSIDE A HOLE INSIDE A🤴🗣SOMEONE HELP ME⛈️🪐UNDERSTAND WHATS GOING ON INSIDE MY MIND🗣⚡️DOCTOR I CANT TELL IF IM NOT ME!!!🌩🌩☄️ anyway, there are actually 2 versions of this song !! since the first half of the song is the second half backwards, but one of the halves has a series of artistic glitches and repeats and skips! the "distorted version", which is what youll find on spotify, has the glitchy half played forwards, and the "nondistorted version", which is what the official channel posted on youtube, is reversed so the unglitched half plays forwards! its a remaster of a previous song Joe Hawley worked on as a member of Tally Hall called "Inside the Mind of Simon", and it has TONS of little easter eggs and details scattered throughout. distorted speech from old movies, clips from old songs, theres this part where chanting voices sing "axon, dendrite" and "help me" over and over which (imo) you really only hear if you know to look for them, theres an intricate synth arpeggio throughout the entire climax of the song that im in love with— its the source of the synth tune in the next song on the album, Labyrinth (the funny "i am the mouse" song)! i have yet to find a blorbo i cant picture to it but considering that my main oc's theme is madness, its her perfect chance to star. in conclusion, your honor, I love the mind electric."

"it's a story of a man getting sentenced to an asylum for a murder he didn't commit, and there he is subjected to electroshock therapy. the synth alone fucked me up the first time I heard it. not to mention the awesome lyrics and various styles throughout the song. oh also the first 3ish minutes of the song are in reverse. so there's that."

"Somehow I feel like it's the story of my life. Also, the first half of the song is the second half of the song played in reverse."

The Mind Electric submitted by @lesleyn +@omegasmileyface +@that-bi-fan + others

#fuck you up bracket #tournament #polls #into the woods #miracle musical

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shuichi1-1 · 1 year

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How would some of the agents react to you nearly dying on a mission

This is my first ever post, so i am kind of nervous lmao ;;

Characters: Cypher, Killjoy and Yoru

Theme: Fluff ig

Warnings: None

Cypher

He would be the really, if not the most worried of them all.

He still has trouble accepting the death of Nora and his family, but since he met you, things have gotten easier for him

He couldnt bear losing you too.

He would lose himself while trying to find your killer.

The moment that he is informed by Sage, or Skye that you are unconscious, he leaves everything he was doing and rushes to you.

After that incident, expect to have cameras all over your room.

He also requests to be in every mission that you are put in, so he could watch over you silently with his Operator.

"I couldnt imagine losing you, you nearly scared me into death. Dont ever do that again, please." He unhooked the straps of his mask, and hugs you tightly while covering his face in the crook of your neck. When you are allowed to go back into your bedroom, expect him to sleep with you, he also set up his tripwires around your bedroom.

The morning after, theres fresh Moroccan tea waiting for you on the nightstand and a breakfast he prepared, well tried.

Killjoy

Poor girl would sweat bullets worrying for you, she will set up her alarm bot in your rooms door just to be cautious.

When she heard you were heavily injured, she was stressing out, hoping you were okay.

The next morning, she was already there when you woke up and bombs you with questions of what happened.

Would also try her best to take care of you, but lets be honest, she cant even take care of herself medical wise. Always forgets to take medications because she is cought up working late.

You would have to end up telling her to go to sleep because she works extra hard on her robots to make you safer on the battlefiels.

If you are on a mission she is not assigned in, she would slip one of her robots in your bag before youre flying off.

"Mein gott, please be safer! You gave me a heart attack, i was so worried...Why didnt you call for backup? Wait, were the mics not working?! I have to work on them more, this wouldnt have happened..!" She starty blaming herself for letting you get hurt, even if she wasnt there, if the earpieces wouldve worked, maybe Phoenix or Jett couldve helped you.

She hugs you tightly and wraps her puffy jacket over the both of you. After that day, she spends entire nights trying to create better pieces.

Expect to have her worrying the shit out of herself for the next few missions and you have to calm her down.

Yoru

He fights back the urge to teleport to you that instant, but he will never admit that.

Probably the most grumpiest about it of them all.

When he hears that youve been seriously hurt, he gets all moody and will snap at anyone who tries to assure him that youll be fine.

He goes and sends you gifts while you are unconscious, but denied everything if you ask him about it.

He always tags along in your missions, and always have a teleport ready by your side.

If it was his other self who have injured you, he would distance himself, worried that you are now scared of him.

He would blame himself for not being there but he wouldnt ever let the egoistical facade crumble infront of everyone.

"How could you end up in that situation dumbass?! I always told you to call me if youre in trouble! Tch, cant you be more carefull?!" He scolds you a lot after that but he truly cares about you, he would tell the healer who tends you, to be extra watchfull for any minor injuries too. He would he more grumpy for a few days but return to his normal self when you are all healed. Probably will tell you to back off for the next mission because youre too weak, but in reality he is just worried that your wounds may open up.

Thats it, i hope it was good and i apologize for any minor spelling mistakes i did ;; I take any requests but i am in school so it is difficult a little but ill do the requests in about 2 days max! Please dm me to requests because i forget comments

#valorant #valorant x reader #killjoy x reader #yoru x reader #cypher x reader #x reader #fanfiction #commission #first post #headcanon

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jiamour · 2 years

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nightmare blunt rotation

pairing: jeno x reader

genre: crack, a little bit suggestive, established relationship, just some guys hanging out

warnings but they’re written like ao3 tags: 18+ (it’s not smut or anything i just don’t want kids to read this), marijuana use, jeno is a lightweight, ¿somnophilia? (but like not really, he’s conscious, the lights just aren’t on in his head, everything that happens is consensual and has pre-established boundaries!!), jeno forgets how to use his mouth, drool (kinda sorta), puppy jeno, oral fixation, hair pulling, jisung thinks he’s stuck in a box and starts crying😔, gilf hunter jaemin, ¿dumbification?, if you get it you get it i just like dumb pliant men, wrote this while high and then didn’t proof read it

word count: 3.4k

sound track: here !!

a/n: shout out to the girlie who helped concoct this monstrosity @dojunie <3 couldn’t have done it w/o you😔🙏

a/n/n: disclaimer this is a major exaggeration of being stoned, do not let this fic scare you away, youll probably only get horny sleepy and hungry

summary: rule 1 is have a good time, rule 2 is dont invite jeno. sadly, the latter was not abided by and now the boys have 3 kids on the way, 1 failed engagement, and 2 money laundering schemes (allegedly)

alternatively: jeno rolls “worst joint ever” asked to leave marks grandmothers basement

marks grandmothers basement was NOT made to hold 7 people. but, mark was watching over her place for a couple weeks while she was on an ‘intimate’ retreat with her boyfriend jaemin, and he swore on his life that it was cool there.

mark had made the grave mistake of thinking the ‘gilf hunter’ occupation in jaemins instagram description was a joke. he invited him over for an innocent brunch with his sweet elderly grandmother only for him to find out 3 months later that jaemin had fucked off to florida with her to swing with other old people, leaving mark in charge of watering her plants and feeding her cats for 2 weeks.

~impromptu text so tumblr is annoying ~

“don’t touch that!” mark yelled, diving at donghyuck who was flipping over a picture frame hung on the wall that had previously been facing backwards. mark made sure to hide every picture of his grandmother before everyone had arrived, not taking anymore risks. making extra sure to discard of the photo with both jaemin and his grandmother present, jaemins arm around her and an evil taunting smile on his lips.

“chill man,” donghyuck laughed, trying to break himself out of marks hold but when mark firmly locked his arms to his sides he gave up and lets himself be manhandled onto the couch without much protest, “i’m a gay man, i don’t want her.”

“he’s heard that one before,” chenle’s shrieking laughter filled the room. god, there really wasn’t supposed to be this many people in this basement, especially loud people whose second language was fighting, and first was arguing.

the basement in question was a basement. nothing extraordinary like mark insisted, you assumed it was just a ploy so that he wouldn’t have to spend the night alone again. the wallpaper was old and peeling off the wall but what could be seen was a dull pink flower pattern, and the washer and dryer seemed to be perpetually running without any clothes inside.

jisung sat cross legged on top of the dryer, he was leaned back so his head occasionally bounced off the wall but he insisted it was comfortable and made him feel like he was on a bus ride everytime he closed his eyes. why he wanted to feel like he was riding a bus, no one could be sure and no one asked. not even renjun who was standing in front of him looking stressed out with his arms out stretched, ready to try to catch the larger boy if he fell. this would probably only result in renjun being crushed but you didn’t want to tell him that and mess with his vibes.

“hey baby, can you give me a paw? no? that’s okay. mark! where do you keep the cat treats?” jeno asked. and there he was, menance of the hour, squat down beside one of the cats mark was supposed to be watching, giving them a nice pat.

jeno wasn’t supposed to be here. he had read the notification over your shoulder before you had noticed he was even there and went, “oh? sesh at marks tonight?” you didn’t have the heart to tell him he wasn’t invited but chenles look of disapproval when he saw jeno following you into the basement was almost enough to make you wish you did.

in normal scenarios none of you had anything against jeno, in fact you all loved jeno. he was a regular boy next door type, the kind of guy who would change a flat tire for you or tell you that he’s not mad he’s just disappointed if you ever wronged him. mark wanted to add that jeno was also the kind of guy who would respectfully decline a full inclusive trip to florida with someone’s grandmother UNLIKE OTHER PEOPLE HE KNOWS.

but that was all sober jeno. stoned jeno was another story. stoned jeno was scary. and each and every single person in that room was trying to think of a way to get him out of there.

“uhh yeah i think there’s some on the kitchen counter if you want to check,” mark informed jeno on the location of the cat treats and jeno nodded, he stood up and brushed off his knees with a small smile.

“you coming with me, baby?” jeno asked the cat who promptly ignored him and licked at its paws but when he began to walk back upstairs the cat followed after him.

as soon as the door shut behind them, you all looked up at eachother.

“do we lock it?” chenle asked, and you can see everyone silently consider the option. would it be rude to lock jeno upstairs? probably. would it save you a lot of trouble that night? definitely.

“no, that would be mean,” jisung frowned and placed his hands beneath his thighs, leaning forward, much to renjuns discontent.

“who cares about being mean?” donghyuck fought back, “this is a matter of survival, life or death.”

“don’t be dramatic,” you rolled your eyes but that turned the entire room against you, you should have stayed quiet.

“how can you even-“ donghyuck paused and closed his eyes, taking a breath to calm himself, “i cant believe you brought him here.”

“he saw the notification! what else was i supposed to do?“ you whisper yelled and before an eruption of voices could respond chenle cut them off.

“we don’t have time to argue about this, he’ll be back any second,” chenle reminded, “rock, paper, scissors. who ever wins gets to choose what we do.”

the basement unanimously agreed this was a good call. it went on 4 rounds until donghyuck won.

“we lock him out,” donghyuck decided without hesitation.

“go do it then,” mark nudged him, trying to get him off the couch but he didnt budge.

“me?” donghyuck looked scandalized, hugging a needlepoint cushion to his chest, “you do it, you’re closer.”

“barely?!”

“i don’t want to be the bad guy!”

“but you are!”

the basement door opened and jeno returned, catless, “sorry i took forever, there’s four whole cats up there, also! i grabbed a lighter, i wasn’t sure if we had one but we do now-“ jeno stopped on the steps, noticing everyone staring at him (minus donghyuck who was groaning into the cushion he had his face buried in), “what were you guys talking about?” he tilted his head slightly to the side.

so much for that plan.

no one could tell him, that was for sure. you could almost image the puppy ears flattening on his head, he wouldn’t let it go for weeks, maybe months.

“nothing,” you eventually sighed to break the uncomfortable silence, gesturing with your hand for him to come over to where you were sitting. when he was close enough you grabbed his hand in your own giving it a little squeeze and he smiled down at you, standing between your spread legs.

it didn’t really matter what anyone said anyway. unbeknownst to everyone else, jeno had taken an edible about 30 minutes prior so he was basically a ticking time bomb. you could already notice the increased drag of his feet and the droop of his eyelids, it wouldn’t be much longer.

“are we doing this or what?” chenle complained, “i’ve gotta pass out by 1 so i can be up in time for my shift tomorrow.”

things were tense between mark and jeno, at least according to jeno. he was sat cross legged across from mark, tapping at his phone with his entire hand, which was covered almost entirely by his hoodie sleeve.

you received a sophistically written ‘he’s so mean >:( mark lee‘ promptly 5 minutes after jeno had started typing.

‘be nice’ you responded and he squinted his eyes at the bubble that popped up. he scrunched up his face with a pout and held the screen an inch away from his face with both hands trying to read the message without his tunnel vision blurring it for him.

“cant focus?” you giggled beside him, knocking your head against his shoulder as he shook his head, “poor pup.”

jeno’s one sided beef with mark had started a month ago. the last time the two had gotten high together he had managed to convince himself that mark and donghyuck had gotten married without informing him because of their matching surnames. no matter how many time mark fought back, jeno didn’t believe him. he had even given him the cold shoulder in return for not being chosen as marks best man.

the fact that donghyuck had been currently leaning on marks shoulder had further cemented this betrayal in jeno’s mind, or at least what was left of it.

“stop pouting at me,” donghyuck complained, “we’ll invite you to the next one.”

“shut up,” mark whined as jeno’s pout grew 10 fold. he knocked donghyuck’s head off his shoulder but smiled as soon as they made eye contact.

no one was sure what was going on between them but everyone knew that there was something. mostly because donghyuck had changed his facebook relationship status from ‘single’ to ‘its complicated’ and “accidently” sent a link to his account in the groupchat so mark would see. everyone, including mark, could see through it because the only other signs of life on his account where the yearly “happy birthday” posts he made for his rich aunt.

if ever asked about it, donghyuck would answer that they were “soulmates” and mark would say that donghyuck was a “pain in the ass.”

“h-help,” jisung hiccuped a sob behind you. you had been trying to ignore chenle’s routine torturing of jisung, knowing renjun would stop it when it went too far but it would be rude to ignore jisungs calls any longer.

you glanced over you shoulder to see chenle’s hands held flat in the air miming like the other was stuck in a box. chenle was mouthing words but no sounds were coming out which heightened jisungs anxiety even further. he knocked his fists against the fake air box he was stuck in and sobbed further when they halted mid swing as if there actually was a wall there.

when jisung’s eyes caught your own and he sent a plea of help you gave him a look of confusion and mouthed back wordlessly. was it a bit of a dick move? yes. but was it funny? kinda.

“pleASE,” jisung sobbed, “i have a family, i have a-“ his words squeaked off. this was enough to convince renjun that anymore teasing would have given jisung a lifetime of therapy bills.

he got up from the couch and picked up his imaginary hammer, smashing the imaginary box, freeing jisung from his prison. jisung instantly fell into his arms and sniffled into renjuns shoulder as chenle maniacally giggled.

“it’s okay ji,” renjun cooed, patting jisungs back, “let’s get you some more weed to calm you down.”

“i want ikea meatballs,” renjun said looking around waiting for someone else to acknowledge him, “does anyone else really want ikea meatballs right now?”

“fuck off, be quiet,” chenle grumbled from the couch, his feet kicked up on the table, a bucket hat pulled down over his eyes.

“ikea…” jisung repeated to himself bouncing his legs so fast he swore the whole room was shaking.

the room wasn’t shaking. in fact, jeno felt quite stable. he was a big fan of gravity he must admit, it was very comfortable, like a big everywhere blanket covering him.

jeno always claimed weed barely worked on him, it just “mellowed him out.” half of that was true. when jeno was high he lived deep inside of his mind, a scary place to everyone but himself. though he sat there unmoving, eyes closed, mouth hanging open slightly in a permanent pout, his mind was racing.

donghyuck feared him especially. one fateful night left jeno dramatically winking at him everytime they passed a cop. donghyuck had always been too afraid to ask what jeno thinks he did. he’d rather live in ignorance but he knows one day it’s gonna get him in deep shit.

“how many coins do you think we can fit in his mouth today?” mark asked looking at jeno’s open mouth intently. jeno didn’t show any sign that he had heard.

donghyuck hummed and got a closer look at jeno’s face. he moved around him to inspect every angle, jeno didn’t move, “i think atleast 25,” donghyuck answered.

you snapped in front of jeno’s eyes and he didn’t react, at first. about 30 seconds later he blinked and recoiled at the action before quickly settling back into place, “40,” you answered.

“i’ll get my grandmothers penny collection,” mark said, getting up to grab the 3 peanut jars full of coins his grandma had stored in an old chest.

mark placed the coin jars in front of you and you scooted in front of jeno, waiting for him to acknowledge your presence. he doesn’t.

“hey jen,” you smiled softly as you poured some coins into your hand, “can you open your mouth a bit more for me?”

he looked at you blankly for a couple seconds before he followed your instructions. you smiled and ruffled his hair with your free hand and he leaned into your touch.

you held a coin up to his mouth and he let you slide it in without any resistance.

“one,” you counted and placed another coin on his tongue.

by 15 donghyuck had fallen over into marks lap, unable to hold himself up as he uncontrollably cackled at the number of coins jeno had yet to acknowledge in his mouth.

at 28 jeno’s face scrunched up, a confused look on his brows. everyone held their breath. jeno settled back into his blank stare. you placed another coin in his mouth.

you placed the 43rd coin in jeno’s mouth and he glared. he shook his head like a dog trying to get water out of fur and watched as a coin fell out of his mouth and pinged against the floor.

“bleh,” jeno stuck his tongue out and shook his head again, letting all 43 coins tumble out his mouth. he looked at the scattered coins in confusion like he had no idea where they had come from. the crowd cheered, all proud you were able to beat your record of 29.

even after the coin removal his mouth hung open. god, he looked dumb. you placed a hand on his cheek and pat it softly, placing a thumb on his lips and leveraging his mouth open wider. you slip your thumb completely in his mouth and place it atop his tongue when he followed your guidance.

he stared at you without a thought behind his eyes.

“good boy,” you hummed and he perked up, the corners of his lips twitched up, looking love drunk.

you ran your thumb along the inside of his gums and his tongue followed along. his mouth was almost completely dry, you didn’t know if his cotton mouth was from the coins or the weed.

you ran your finger along his teeth and gums trying to see what would make his squirm, eventually you settled on his tongue. you press down on it, your other fingers beneath his chin, holding him in place.

you drill holes into jeno with your eyes watching for his next move.

he reached out to paw at your thighs but you tut as soon as contact is made, “hands to yourself,” you cooed patronizingly, pressing down harder on his tongue. he pulled his hands back and placed them politely in his lap.

you keep your thumb in place but nothing happens.“dumb dog,” you frowned.

he shrunk down, to the best of his ability, struggling to move with your hand holding his head in place. his imaginary puppy ears pressed flat against his head.

“cant even drool right,” you rolled your eyes and moved your thumb back just slightly, he chased it with his tongue and you lock it behind his teeth pulling him forward.

he’s tugged along easily and your finger pulled out of his mouth, your hand moved to stroke his cheek. your teeth clashed with the force of the kiss and you laughed pulling back to kiss him again gently. jeno loses the ability to kiss when he’s high, his lips leave his control and his mouth falls open all sloppy and desperate.

he tasted like metal and it’s kind of fucking gross but it’s also a little hot and doesn’t stop you from taking advantage of the mess of jeno in front of you.

you pulled away and he chased you again, managing to catch you in another short kiss before you pushed him back gently by his shoulders.

“my turn,” haechan sang and pushed himself past you and infront of jeno.

mark hands were folded together in front of him, his jaw clenched and his eyes watched the two of them like a hawk, “i would like to see it.”

jeno pushed donghyuck away as soon as he gets close and holds his hands out in front of him asking for you to sit with him again. donghyuck winced dramatically and fell to the floor, he layed flat and stoped moving entirely, you later find out he fell asleep. jeno completely ignored him.

“open wide for me again pup,” you said, sliding yourself back in front of him and hold a water bottle up to his mouth. he followed your instructions, albeit delayed, and you gave him a pat on the cheek.

water ran down jeno’s face, he struggled to swallow it as you poured it into his mouth. when the stream of water reached his neck you placed the bottle down and he didn’t move to wipe the water off of his face.

as the water began to slide below his hoodie you catch it with your tongue, lick up his neck and chin before reaching his lips and drink up the remaining water inside of his mouth.

his mouth is wide and giving but it’s not enough. the fingers of both of your hands reached around and squeezed lightly, he gasped, his jaw dropping further.

he doesn’t know how he’s supposed to move his lips to follow yours and it’s endearing the way he misses and kisses at your cheeks and chin.

you slide your hands back, they grazed the ends of his long strands of hair that you had been begging him to grow up. you twirled your fingers around tufts of his hair, your hand travelled up until it was able to grab a large chunk.

you tugged and he got pulled back with a whimper. his eyes were glassy and empty but his soft sounds of pain show he’s still there despite how pliantly he allowed you to move him around and angle his head to kiss you better.

you pulled even harder and he bares his neck, allowing you to messily mouth at it and tease gently with your teeth, your grip didn’t loosen on his hair.

“god you’re useless aren’t you puppy,” you cooed and he whimpered, though you were sure it was only from the pain, his thoughts being too jumbled and far away to understand anything but your tone of voice. you decided to pull harder one more time just for good measure.

you loved how he just sat there and took it.

jeno pat jisung on the back when he saw him the next day. jisung jumped, startled and jeno laughed.

“crazy night last night wasn’t it?” jeno asked with a wink and jisung nervously laughed.

“huh?” jisung asked as jeno rubbed at his arm pulling him into a side hug.

“like crazy, crazy. congrats dude, i’m proud of you for real.”

‘proud… of me…?’ jisung froze.

“being a father this young isn’t an easy job but i know you’re up to the job.”

‘oh my god,’ jisung felt his soul leave his body, wanting to fall to his knees in agony, ‘not a-fucking-gain’

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pumpkinsy0 · 1 year

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happy mf christmas!!!

u know what that means,,,,hcs!!!!WOOOOOO!!!!!YAYYYY!!!!!!YIPPEE!!!!!!

but yea hcs!!!!!!

•idk,,WHO,,,it was,,,but either the shepards or the curtis’ used those tree shaped airfreshners for cars and used it as an actual christmas tree to put gifts under

•maybe it was when they were lil kids too excited for christmas but hey, who can blame em

•once tim made the BIGGEST mistake of letting pony and curly b in charge of making the sugar cookies cause they over did it w the sugar for they were busy w ‘other matters’

•like they completely fucked up the cookies w too much sugar, someone could get type 2 diabetes just taking a bite out of it

•but hey!!just shake em for a bit before u eat it and youll b aight

•there was this christmas they all did secret santa and pony got tim, but he had NO clue what to get the guy so he just gave him a belt

•i mean it was a good belt so to tim all is fine

•freeze tag will ONLY b played on christmas time

•i hope this makes sense, but darry, soda, and pony all share the same pajama set when it’s christmas for some reason, like pony gets the pants, darry gets the shirt, and soda just takes the lil hat w it

•johnny is a literal god at making hot chocolate it’s canon

•tim makes haitian hot chocolate so yea, also a god

•OHOH and bc haitian independence day is on january 1st, the shepards usually buy all the ingredients near christmas time, and darry’s bday is on the same week so also bday shopping w the curtis gang, yippee!!!

•two bits the mf to buy the nasty flavors of candy canes to “spice things up” and darry got sick and tired of it so two bits off shopping duty for the rest of his christmas’

•so have y’all seen those santa mall pics w those goth kids?? yea angela and curly go to the mall to specifically get a pic w santa

•the pic is one of the tree decorations xoxo

•pony and curly making gingerbread houses???yes pls, only problem is curlys hungry ass keeps eating everything

•i feel like i’ve never seen a mistletoe like in stores to buy, so i’ll just say that pony makes them curly keeps kissing him while he’s making it and just says “we’re above the mistletoe so i think we have to like make out or somethin”

•pony and curly had gingerbread and reindeer onesies when they were like toddlers/babies (that’s what that other pic of them is for, don’t ask y curly has a giant fucking spoon i thought it was funny)

•the shepards (rlly angela and curly) have this thing for decorating their hair for christmas, once curly used christmas lights in his hair, dw no fire was set his hair is fantastic

•dally can’t wrap presents for shit he just takes newspaper and cru,bles it up around the gift to give it a weird ball shape

•soda is such a christmas candle lover, if u bought him a santa’s ass scented candle he’d buy it

•every christmas i’m GONNA bring up the gang calling pony rudolph during the holidays fuck off

•johnny likes taking walks in the snow just staring inside families homes, kinda sad???yea, but he’s on his way to the curtis house so it’s alright he’ll b fine

•steve is actually like the fucking brunch during the holidays, everyone thinks it’s dally but no at least dally finds enjoyment fr home the shitty christmas sweaters and hot chocolate, steve likes nothing except for the occasional snowball fights and everyone being together, other than that he’s out, he hates the snow(its a love hate relationship), he hates how he gets hives in the cold, just cancel the whole thing

•angela and tim fucking LOVE the peppermint chocolates, they’d kill several ppl for it, i would too

•also pony and curly like putting the chocolates on the cookies

i rlly want peppermint chocolate

#curly shepard #ponyboy curtis #purly #angela shepard #tim shepard #darry curtis #darrel curtis #johnny cade #sodapop curtis #dallas winston #steve randle #two bit mathews #the outsiders hcs #the outsiders headcanons #the shepards #the outsiders art #the outsiders fanart #my art #babs’ art corner

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wackyrumble · 1 year

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Charisma House v.s. Fusakin

Charisma House - Charisma House

Seven guys living together. Iori: makes people sign slave contracts to treat him like a dog, Terra: self obsessed, Rikai: drinks boiling water instead of alcohol, Saru: rebel who crashed a wedding with a metal pipe, Oshe: tried to kill himself because Rikai was nice to him, Amahiko: "world sexy ambassador, minister of sexy affairs" and gets seasonal dick pains, Fumiya: the normalest one. Read more about them below.

Fusakin - MARIKINonline4

Fusakin was once a balloon that fought with sharp weapons, despite the risks, and eventually gave himself a body through alchemy. Forbidden alchemy, which put him on house arrest. Through a series of events, he creates a beast which he attempts to destroy his soul in order to kill it but it kills him before he can. Read more about Fusakin below.

Full description of the Charisma House:

“apologies im submitting all of the characters from here. you can pick your favorite(s)/the weirdest. **my personal picks (they always get a “wtf”)

**IORI: (bottom right) so basically his entire thing is hes a slutty malewife and loves doing things for others.. but hes also a masochist (in denial). he makes people sign slave contracts with him and forces them to burden him with tasks. he calls himself a dog for the people… he barks… he wears a collar… yeah. also he was a jealous girlfriend (tm) in a valentines day track and shot (we dont actually see it) rikai for “sneaking in chocolate” (he didnt do it) because he wanted to be the only one to give chocolate.

TERRA: (blonde) he loves himself. he’s obsessed with himself. hes married to himself. hes also genderfluid in my heart just look at him. he has 41 mirrors in his room as well as a giant painting of himself.

RIKAI: (glasses) the second normalest out of all of them. hes obsessed with keeping order and is kind of strict but we love him. he doesnt drink alcohol, instead drinking boiling water. he also thinks holding hands before marriage is illegal.

SARU: (pink) his names kei but they call him saru. hes the exact opposite of rikai. he rebels against every little thing like its hardwired into his brain (terra uses this against him). he acts tough but hes scared of ghosts. he tried to crash someones wedding and bring a metal pipe. he also has a lone wolf motif. hes an orphan.

OHSE: (trashbag head) hes really sad and sopping wet and pathetic. every time he makes a mistake his first response is “im sorry ill go die.” he likes reptiles. he never wears shoes his toes are always out. he has ugly ass neon yellow pants. his wiki page has a cw for suicide on it. he jumped out the window to try and kill himself because rikai was nice to him (hes kind of gay for rikai tbh).

**AMAHIKO: (youll know by the desc) dear god. hes basically the ceo of sex. like. he says his occupation is “world sexy ambassador, minister of sexy affairs.” hes also 30 btw. he has NINETY NINE POLES. he calls everything sexy. i mean everything. also he gets seasonal dick pains. he flirts with basically everyone. he wanted to pole dance for the elderly at a grocery store as a greeting. HE STRIPPED HIMSELF NAKED as his christmas present. hes a very silly and whimsical man.

FUMIYA: (orange jacket) hes 19 years old but has probably committed crimes. he has a sweet tooth. his entire thing is hes morally grey so hes by default the normalest. he cant swim. hes the one who invited everyone to the house.. somehow. he breaks the fourth wall and asks the audience for money.”

Full description of Fusakin:

"there are multiple factors contributing to this guys general weirdness so i am going to go over all of them. 1. his character design: like come on just look at the guy. ·×· lookin ass. his design weirdness is further exacerbated by the fact that hes the only playable numa (species name) to wear a shirt (most of them are naked, one wears a rudimentary cloak) so he stands out on account of his epic fashion win. he is gods strongest white boy 2. his general personality: this guy puts stars at the ends of his sentences sometimes this guy uses tildes. he considers himself 'everyones idol' and he is pretty much the most flamboyant character in the entire game. he gets more voice lines than practically any other character he will literally not shut up. did i mention the bushido thing yet i dont think i mentioned the bushido thing he considers himself some sort of honourable samurai type guy. hes just kind of a lunatic though he introduces himself like this

3. and this one is important - the shit hes pulled: so okay this is gonna take a minute. this guy used to be a balloon, right? he used to be a literal balloon, his arms were balloon strings, he fought with a shitton of swords and knives anyway despite the risk, you get the idea. then he decided he wanted a normal body to be on par with his friends because his balloon body was too weak for his liking, so he did dark forbidden alchemy to get an actual body! ...which put him on magical house arrest due to the law of equivalent exchange, so he wasnt able to leave. no one except like two guys checked on him for years. when the party shows up he has them go on some fetch quests to get the ingredients to make a powerful magic pendant. one of the items he has them get is a limited-edition strawberry daifuku that isnt even necessary he just eats it. then he makes the pendant in the microwave. he gives it to the party without saying what it does other than to use it in their hour of need, they use it way way later in the story to fight a powerful enemy, a dude shows up in a giant red suit of armour to fight for them. ...then someone pulls his helmet off and its just fusakin in a suit of armour thats way too big for him because he made it without taking measurements, and it turns out all the pendant was ACTUALLY for was to break his house arrest curse so he could just kind of show up and be cool at a critical moment. oh yeah hes a blacksmith he made that suit of armour and giant sword himself, in his forge room that he hid in the yard of the house he lives in (which is some kind of weird temple) underneath a stone lamp or whatever and its always sweltering hot in there because he leaves the forge running at ALL TIMES so its always at "peak efficiency", also you have to have him use his forge to upgrade your weapons to the highest tier and he goes fucking apeshit with it and theres a bunch of cartoon sound effects as he works. anyway in postgame he shows up and joins your party and everythings going well until way later in when the main fucked up and evil guy pushes a button in his fucked up mecha that causes the maidonium (FUCKED UP IF TRUE MAGIC MATERIAL) in fusakins artificial body to resonate with the traumatized evil spirits being used to power the maidonium in the mecha or whatever im not really sure how that worked. but the important part is it causes a tiny fusakin beast to chestburst out of his back and turn into a fucked up monster creature that immediately steals his sword and starts Killeing People and then later fusakin shows BACK UP in balloon mode again and helps his homoerotic bestie fight off the beast (he has a homoerotic bestie. you fight them during the main story and they have COMBO ATTACKSlike come on. he has the other guys name saved in his phone as "chikorita") hes like "hey i knew this might happen. anyway i promised my master id cut my head off if anything like this happened" and he tries to kill himself by destroying his soul forever to obliterate the beast but then it just fucking kills him before he can do that and thats where things just leave off for him right now we dont know what happens next because the postgame isnt finished yet! if you think this description is long please imagine with me how difficult it is to explain the rest of the plot of the game because good fucking lord i have tried and its always an hourslong explanation Anyway i hope you can consider fusakin for the weird character bracket"

#charisma house #marikinonline4 #fusakin #wacky round 1a

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