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toxicanonymity · 9 months

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Gun Hug

3.8k, raider!Joel x f!reader | raider master

mood board by @milla-frenchy

SUMMARY: joel spanks you, kills guys while you c*ckwarm him, and he gives you a gift. WARNINGS: I8+, canon-typical violence, horniness, dark fluff, Joel's temper, spanking, dacryphilia, humping, threat of sexual violence (not by Joel), cockwarming while Joel kills people, unsafe P in V creampie, scars/injuries, superstrength, dark fluff.

A/N: Prev. story (not mandatory): Close

When you wake up and roll over, you’re surprised to find Joel still in bed. He’s staring at the ceiling. It was a long night. The two of you killed two trespassers, then you patched him up from whatever happened before that. He never explained.

“Morning,” you whisper. You want to cuddle up to him, but you’re still skittish from the time you tried to kiss him.

He glances over at you, but that’s all. A few seconds later he mumbles, “Morning,” still staring at the ceiling. You watch his bare chest rise and fall.

“Who were those guys we killed,” you ask.

He sighs. “From another group.” He glances at you again then does a double take and faces you. His stitches look sexy. He sees you checking them out and it reminds him. His hand comes to his brow.

“Try not to touch it,” you whisper.

He reads your face and asks, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah”

“After-” After you shot that guy Joel thought was dead.

“I’m fine,” you reassure him, and you are. He was more shaken up than you were the night before. Only because he thought you were shot.

He’s quiet for a few seconds then says, “I’d ask where you learned to shoot like that, but I reckon I was there.”

You smile and hide your face.

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You’re sitting in the kitchen window nook and Joel is in a chair facing you drinking his coffee, apparently still thinking about it. “One shot, dead between the eyes,” he marvels. “Moving target.” He looks at you skeptically. “You really never done that before?”

“I didn’t say that,” you quietly admit.

“What?” Joel asks. He sets down his coffee and puts his hand on his knee, manspreading. His other elbow is on the table. His breath deepens. His face has a look of betrayal, like you’ve been keeping something from him.

“Not like that,” you backtrack. “I mean, infected. . . I had to try. Everyone does."

He's quiet.

You continue, "Got lucky sometimes. But you taught me how to do it right.”

He slowly nods as though digesting the information. He cocks an eyebrow and looks at you again. It occurs to you he might be seeing you in a different light and you wonder if it's an opportunity. You’re tempted to ask if you can come on a raid again. He hasn’t taken you on one since your failed escape. You keep quiet for now.

“Do you think there are more of those men?” you ask him.

“Not sure, sweet pea.” He looks concerned. He’s not looking right at you.

“Am I staying home today?” you ask.

“No,” he says immediately. "not leavin’ you after that."

It makes your heart swell and you absentmindedly run your fingers over the letters on your chest.

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“Lemme see that,” Joel mutters. You pull your shoulders back so he can see and feel your whole chest, lightly running his calloused fingertips over it. You can’t see it very well from your standpoint. Only in the cracked, dirty mirror.

He grazes the mostly healed scabbing and you could swear you see a hint of guilt in his face. But then he says, “Not deep enough." He glances at your face. "Gotta be too close to read it.”

Scared he's going to 'fix it' with his switchblade, you cover your chest and whimper, “No!”

His face hardens. “What'd you say?”

“I’m sorry, I just–it hurt–and if it gets infected this time–”

He bends forward and takes your jaw in his hand. “You say ‘no’ to me?”

"I meant-"

"Get up." He releases your jaw and grabs you by the elbow to bring you to your feet. He turns you around and bends you over the window bench. Then he lifts up your dress and asks, "which side?"

You whimper, "left" because you sleep on your right. He brings back his left hand and to your surprise you feel a wave of arousal in anticipation. You look over your shoulder and bite your lip.

He hesitates for a split second and looks at your eyes then your mouth, then his hand lands on your asscheek with a sting and your yelp sounds like more of a squeak. He lets your dress down and you shrink back into the window bench, wincing as you sit down.

He bends forward and looks at you with his hands on his knees. Your eyes feel weak. He tongues the inside of his cheek and shakes his head.

“I'm sorry," you whine. "Whatever you need to do." Your eyes cloud with tears. You hug a knee, cover your chest with your hand and press your head back against the wall. "It's ok, Joel. I'm sorry."

His face softens but it's too late. A tear rolls down your cheek.

"God damnit," he mutters. He reaches forward to brush the tear away with his thumb. "Wasn't gonna cut ya. Damn." He brushes away another tear off your cheek. He sucks it off his thumb then sits down on the other side of the window bench, facing you. He brings one knee up and leaves the other foot on the floor, mirroring your posture.

"Then what are you gonna do," you sniffle.

"figure somethin' else out." He sighs and opens his arms. "C'mere."

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He leans back against the wall of the nook. You settle in between his legs and can feel he's getting hard.

He crosses his arms in front of you and inhales your hair as he lightly traces his name on your chest. "It was for your own good, sweet pea," he justifies to himself. "You were real brave."

Then he noses the skin and hair behind your ear. He leans forward, bending you forward with him, dipping his head. He inhales against your neck then lightly caresses the other side of your neck with his fingers. You used to be ticklish there, but you guess you're not now. "We'll figure somethin’ out," he whispers.

He puts a hand on your abdomen and pulls you in close, leaning back against the wall of the nook again. His cock is harder now. He takes a deep breath and slips a hand into your neckline to palm your breast. You sigh and your head falls back against him. He buries his nose in your hair and rests his free hand on your bare knee, then slides it up your leg.

"You got nice legs, baby." His fingers drag up your inner thigh and when he reaches your panties, he lightly drags two fingers up and down the crotch, patiently up and down, with a hint of playfulness. You’re squirming under the light touch with his cock twitching against you. He continues until he feels your arousal soak through, which doesn’t take long. Both of his wrists lift your dress as his hands slide up to your hips and he hooks his thumbs into your panties. You lift your ass and he pulls them off.

He puts a hand on your lower belly again with your panties wrapped around his fingers. You scoot back, pressing yourself into him.

"Good girl." His cock swells harder. He wedges his other hand between your bodies and unbuttons his jeans–

There's a loud knock at the door.

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"God fuckin damnit," Joel rasps. He uses his pelvis to push you up off him, the push of his hardness making you throb. When he stands, he doesn't button his jeans. His tank top has ridden up and there's a trail of dark hair pointing down to the protrusion he doesn’t try to hide. He answers the door and holds it open with your panties still balled in his hand. It's Carter, one of the men he trusts as your guard.

"Not a good time, buddy," Joel says.

Carter's eyes fall on the panties in Joel’s hand. Joel doesn’t flinch. Carter awkwardly bumbles his gaze around then says, "well you said to let you know if Jackson came, and he finally did."

"Oh shit," Joel mutters, then his demeanor changes entirely. He springs to life.

"But I can do it for ya," Carter says. “Just take him out if ya want. I dunno when he’ll be back”

"No, no," Joel says. "Wanna do this myself."

Joel leans back and elongates his torso to button his tight pants. "’Don't fuckin' tell anyone I'm comin'. I'm still up here. Shit, I'm nowhere. She's there, I'm not. You keep'em away from the back, got it? Can you get me ten minutes?"

"You got it, boss."

“Gonna be a good day, Carter.”

Carter leaves and Joel says "Shoes on. Now."

You look at the bulge in his jeans, and your eyes must look hungry because he says, "Not now, sweet pea. We gotta move." He puts on a body holster with a pistol over his tank top while you put on your shoes.

You hold out your hand for your panties. Instead, Joel gets them ready and holds them for you to carefully step into with your sneakers already on. You and he pull them up together then he gives your ass a squeeze.

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On the way down the hill, Joel explains the plan. He's going to sneak in through the back with you. He'll be in the room with you. The one with the radiator where you were chained up before. The one where you briefly had company. Carter will mislead Jackson and the others into thinking Joel is gone. Carter will pretend to be pissed at Joel and willing to let them use you. Then if (when) they try, Joel will take them out. Simple as that.

"Nothin's gonna happen, I'll be right there."

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You and Joel make it into the room undetected. It feels like you’re waiting a long time. You have one wrist handcuffed but you’re not cuffed to anything. You’re laying on the cot and Joel’s sitting in front of you. “What the hell are they doin’,” Joel mutters under his breath.

Finally, you hear indistinct voices, then Carter telling the men, “Gimme a few minutes, lemme take her to the bathroom and lock her up again.”

Joel sucks in an angry breath at the implication of those words, even though this is the plan. Carter comes in and signals you to clink the handcuff to the radiator so they think you’re being unchained. Joel pats your head and whispers “It’s okay, sweetpea, go ahead.” Carter takes you to the bathroom, and on your way back, you feel eyes on you. Terrible eyes, like the eyes of monsters under a bed. Your heart races and you feel like prey. You run straight to Joel. He opens his arms for you and you get in his lap facing him.

You hug him tight and bury your face in his neck, handcuff digging into his back. Your breath is shallow and fast. Joel is facing the door and watching for Jackson with you wrapped around him. Carter comes back and says “They’re gonna eat first.”

“God damnit,” Joel says under his breath and begins to recline back against the cot. He puts his elbows and forearms down so his head is up but his back is flat on the dirty mattress. He's holding the pistol with his finger on the trigger. You’re still wrapped around him as he reclines back.

“Can I be like this,” you whisper and look up at him, still straddling his lap, folded at your hip in some version of child’s pose with your head now on his chest and arms to his sides.

“Mm-hmm,” He nods with a straight face, his eyes still glued to the door. His stitches make him look even more serious.

There's a gunshot outside and a plink. "Shootin' cans," Joel shakes his head.

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Joel adjusts his hips slightly and you feel his arousal swell under you. He takes a deep breath through his nose and his free hand begins to play with your dress. Again it feels like you’re waiting forever. You adjust your arm so the handcuff isn’t digging into the same spot on your wrist. Joel’s hips shift under you again and he twitches under you, still unrelieved from when your breakfast was interrupted.

Your hips reflexively roll into his and a quiet growl escapes the back of his throat. You inhale sharply and he grunts with a lift of his hips. You look up at him and he nods to where your loins are throbbing needily against each other. He rises up a little. His left hand squeezes your thigh.

You sit up and reach for the button of his pants, the handcuff dragging against his jeans. He nods. You look behind you, afraid of either of you being surprised. You start to say "I-" but you don't. You didn't mind the spanking this morning but you wanna be good for him. Your core is rapidly moistening itself, but you assume he wants head. Joel keeps his eyes on the door as you unbutton him. You stall by running your hand up and down his hardness and he lets out a low sigh that makes you twitch. A throbbing desire to have him inside you is beginning to drown out everything else.

You slowly tug the zipper down and hesitantly look up at him. Then you look behind you again.

His voice is deep and soft. “Eyes on me, baby.” Your head snaps back to face him. He only glances at you briefly before returning his gaze to the doorway.

You finish unzipping him and slide your hand without the cuff into his pants. You gasp when you hit the warm, smooth skin. He gently thrusts into your hand. You smear his precum around the tip, then begin to get off his lap to suck it. But he sits up enough to grab your arms and pull you back toward him. You scoot forward again, and he nudges your dress over his cock. Then his hips press his naked arousal against your mound and you feel its warmth through the soft, thin fabric of your panties. A wave of desire rushes through your whole body.

It’s crazy, this is crazy, and so is Joel, but you trust him. He'll keep you safe. He wraps his left hand around the base of his shaft. He has his pistol ready in one hand and his cock ready in the other. You lift yourself over his tip and pull the damp crotch of your underwear to the side, careful not to let the handcuffs hit his cock. You moan softly when the swollen head hits your dripping folds, and he sucks in a chest full of air. You take his cock in your hand and use the head to nudge your folds open, wedging the tip into your entrance with the aid of gravity as you let yourself down. You look at Joel and he swallows, eye fixed on the door, finger on the trigger.

You sink onto him and as your tight, dripping sleeve consumes his shaft, his girth pushes a moan out of you. Joel sits upright and pulls you down, bottoming out with his mouth shut, lips in a straight line, determined not to make a sound. He lets out a breath through his nose.

“Tell me you didn’t get started without me,” Jackon’s voice echoes from the hall.

"Ears," Joel whispers. For the echo. You sit perfectly still, impaled on his stiff cock and bring your hands to your ears, handcuffs jingling, then dangling from your wrist. Boots clap in the hall and a belt buckle clinks outside the doorway. Jackson chuckles darkly. Joel aims the gun toward the door with both hands, his biceps lightly squeezing your hands on your ears, further dampening all sounds.

Jackson walks in and says "whoa, oh–"

Joel’s biceps flex against the backs of your hands. A gunshot, a grunt, a cry, then another shot, and the thud of a body falling into a heap.

"That's right," Joel mutters. “Piece of shit.”

Then he murmurs into your hair. "You did good, baby." You bring your hands down to his sides.

Joel begins to rock his hips, moving you on his cock.

More footsteps approach from the hall, then a man’s voice. "Jackson? I wasn't ready, man."

"Ears." Joel stops moving his hips. His eyes are wild. He straightens up, resuming the same position as before with his biceps pressing against your hands on your ears as he points the gun. You’re sitting there full of his cock.

The other man rounds the corner. He registers who he’s looking at and gasps, "Joel." You can only imagine the look on his face. "I wasn't–" his voice is shaky with guilt and fear.

“Yeah,” Joel says darkly. “Me either.” His cock twitches inside you. His arms flex. Just one gunshot this time. Joel sighs then wraps his left arm around you, leans back, and holds the pistol against the mattress. He thrusts up into you with a wild look behind his eyes.

"Thank you," you whisper. Now you have two less of those heinous men to worry about. Probably the worst two.

Joel shakes his head and squints at you as his cock moves inside you. "'s'my job," he pants, his eyes still alive. It’s a mystery where bloodlust ends and the lust begins. "Nothin' more important," he adds.

He thrusts up sharply and you gasp. He braces himself with his gun hand on the filthy mattress as he sheathes himself deep inside you, making you so full. He moves a little further in short pulses with each flex of his hips. The pit of your stomach begins to buzz.

Carter Knocks and says, "That's it, they're leavin'. Want me to. . ." Joel doesn't acknowledge him. Instead, Joel looks at your face, watching the pleasure weigh your eyelids down as he fucks you from the bottom. You see the hint of a softer smile behind his maniacal eyes. Carter's footsteps recede.

—

Joel nudges you up, helping to lift you off his cock, and you whimper, "no." You look back at the bodies out of morbid curiosity but he wrangles you onto the mattress face down with a forearm on your back and you can't see. You lift your ass and tilt your hips for him.

"Good girl," Joel breathes and peels off your panties for the second time today. He lines himself up with your cunt again. Then he hovers over you with a hand on the back of your neck holding your damp panties against your skin.

He plunges into you with a groan and you hum “mmm.”

He retreats then bottoms out again. "Ohh, fuck." He pounds you fast and rough, grunting and breathing heavily. “Yeahh.”

You moan on the verge of bliss. He slams his hips into you harder and asks, “that feel good?”

"Yeah," you manage, the force of his thrusts punching the air out of you.

Joel grunts and growls as he rails you. He hovers over your back. Your orgasm gathers tighter and tighter with each sound he makes, each firm drag of his cock. Then it bursts in your core and you groan into your arm.

"It's ok, baby," his hips keep moving. He lowers his speed but maintains his power.

You moan as he fucks you through it.

"Fuck," he pants, and thrusts harder, "god damn, you choke it good." You sigh as your body stops jerking but continues to be pounded. “Ohh, yeah.” He slows a little more. “Ohhh, fuck.”

Joel glances across the room to the floor and begins to pull out. He hasn’t come yet. You beg "please, I want it." He pauses and tilts his head at you. “Please, inside” you plead. You look back over your shoulder at him and push your ass back, sheathing his cock entirely once again. His hair is wild and his chest glistens. The hint of a smirk plays on his face. Joel nods then slowly pushes all the way into you again with a grunt. He backs up and slams in. “Want it, don’t ya.”

“Yeah,” you whine.

“Want it to trickle down those pretty legs.”

“Yeah.”

He buries his length in you a few times fast, and you feel it coming. He slows way down. He plunges into you with a groan and begins to pulse as he bottoms out. He repeats this, slow and hard as his balls empty. You close your eyes and feel him fill you up like a hug from the inside. He vocally sighs as his cock pumps into you. Like something intimate he can’t give you any other way. “Yeah,” he pants as he finishes. His big hand squeezes your shoulder before he carefully pulls out.

Then he puts your panties back on you, and takes the handcuffs off your wrist. He sits on the edge of the cot and helps you off of it so you stand between his knees. He fixes your dress and your hair. “You did good, sweet pea.” He looks from your eyes to your mouth, then abruptly stands up. He puts his arms around you loosely, putting his body between yours and the ones on the floor as though protecting you from the scene. He nudges you toward the door and down the hall.

Joel lets you rest on a cot in the unloading room while he sorts through some things and has someone take care of the bodies. He doesn’t ever leave the room, he just barks orders and keeps you in sight.

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That night, Joel is heating up some spaghettios and you’re in the nook looking out the window. He’s looking good, still wearing the body holster, muscles pumped up. He comes and sits down next to you. He spreads his knees and looks around the kitchen, then reaches for the pistol. He takes it out of the holster, checks to make sure the safety is on, and hands it to himself so he’s holding it by the barrel. Then he hands it to you. “This is yours now.”

“Really?” You try not to let your eyes well up in tears, but it really moves you.

Joel nods twice, then something flashes across his face and he swallows. “You’re brave, sweet pea.”

You put your arms around his neck and climb into his lap facing him with your wrists crossed behind him, gun in one hand. Joel meets your hug, wrapping his arms around you tight, pulling you into his chest. After a moment, he pulls his head back enough to plant the lightest kiss on your forehead.

Then he clears his throat and nudges you off of him. “Don’t want it to burn.” He goes back to the spaghettios.

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RAIDER POLL

FAQ: pregnancy HC. raider has a vasectomy. so why was he gonna pull out? To use his cum for a deranged display of dominance

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officialgleamstar · 6 months

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okay, here's a long post talking about my thoughts on dungeons and daddies, s2ep45, hell or high father. obvious spoiler warning, im gonna be talking about the events of the episode, but this is going to be more outside the fourth wall focused/thinking about what the pacing says about the narrative, rather than actually talking about what happened in this episode!! also ive only listened to the episode once so if i missed anything, feel free to say so

to start immediately: i loved this episode, but i was also disappointed that ron, terry, and scary didn't get a full episode. but i was thinking about why that would be the case, and that lead me to the two reasons im speculating:

Beth felt that Scary's arc didn't necessitate a big ending and that it came to a clean closing with that scene

This episode shows the narrative divide between the Stampler family and the Close family

the first reason is mostly a timing thing. they included taylor in this episode as well because scary's conclusion didn't need the full run time, or maybe even lincoln's episode was longer than they wanted it to be and scary was supposed to be in that arc as well. the pacing was just a result of the past few episodes: scary has already confronted that she regrets how she treated terry, we've seen that a million times. ever since his death, she's confronted that fact again and again, and i think it makes sense that this episode would resolve that in a much quieter way than it could've. the stamplers have always been the family to resolve things 'the right way' - they show up for each other, they love each other unconditionally, they finish their arcs by holding one another in forgiveness. even if i wouldve loved a longer memory (though holy shit, WE SAW THE BETRAYAL ON SCREEN-- sorry not the point of this post), and i really hope we get some more with them in upcoming episodes, i did like how it was so sweetly resolved!!

and that sweetness leads into the bulk of my thoughts here: scary and taylor shared an episode because of how differently their memories went.

as soon as nicky went "i have a memory you weren't around for", i knew we were in for a fucking ROLLERCOASTER, and holy shit. the entire played out montage of glenn failing to be there for nicky, failing to be there for taylor, and in turn, taylor finally tells nicky to his face that he wasn't there for taylor either. taylor's fixation on the idea of redoing it all with time travel, because there is no other way, in his mind, to solve the rift in their relationship. "there's no fixing this." there's too much baggage, there's too much thats already been fucked up, and theres no way for them to come back from that. nicky is a grown adult. taylor is already in his teen years. they can form a relationship with their dad now, but no matter how well that goes, its never going to fix the childhood behind them that was already ruined. they do love each other, they're friends, but being friends doesnt equal a true good relationship. being friends doesnt mean you succeeded in parenting.

and now we contrast that with the stamplers. both terry junior and scary go into their relationship with their stepdads seeing him as an inferior replacement, as someone who could never truly be their dad. terry junior loved his biological dad, is literally named after him. scary's dad was so absent in her life that she doesnt know how to handle someone actually being there. they both refuse to take the replacement, until eventually, they learn that their stepdad's strength is that hes a new man. not a replacement, but his own full person, a person who loves them. ron put his life on the line for terry, time and time again, because he didnt want to be his own dad. terry showed up to all of scarys soccer matches, even when she refused to even acknowledge him, because he didnt want to be her bio dad. "you showed up." even though terry's memory is literally him using ron, it ends with ron forgiving him without a second thought. when scary apologizes to terry, terry takes her into his arms with a moment's hesitation.

the stamplers have a happy ending because even with how badly they've fucked up, they always showed up for their kids. the closes don't have a happy ending because they weren't in their kids' lives and they think being friends now fixes that. and that's why scary and taylor shared their episode, really. because it drives home the crucial difference between the two families

#dungeons and daddies #dndads #dndads spoilers #mine #in conclusion: STREAM CHILD SUPPORT BY WOZ 💥‼️ <- sorry this is like the fourth time ive made that joke

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beanghostprincess · 6 months

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No offense to anyone but genuinly the Babby Shuggy moments not only made me ship it but also make me not understand people who feel like their dynamic in canon isn’t „all that interesting“ after they split. „They haven’t seen each other in years. They are different people now. They aren’t thinking and regretting their splitting 24/7!“ okay, but also like…. You don’t want them to have more screentime after the flashback that can just really flesh out how they changed? You don’t think Buggy fucking up upwards coupled with Shanks actual epicness while still being the type of guy to be chill with Buggy and congratulate him for fucking up upwards would be fun? You don’t even want them to have that cool anime shonen type thing where they work together for a while and get into a fight and get a full page panel of them ready to kick ass while standing back to back? (The „What? You’re fighting too?“ scene from Kingdom Hearts may be overused but it comes to my mind immediatly because sometimes things are overused for a REASON and it fits them in a weird way) Like…. Okay. Your loss. But even beyond shipping I am still a bit flabbergasted at some people being like „Yeah but there’s nothing THERE.“ like, COME ON THERE COULD BE SO MUCH.

Okay, anon, sometimes you need to understand that people have no taste and sometimes we are more intelligent than others and we have to carry the burden of liking and understanding an amazing ship that a lot of people find boring in canon because they don't know how to read the characters. (I'm half joking here, by the way)

Like!!! I started shipping them from the first second they mentioned they were together when they were young. The first flashback of them has the biggest most beautiful "young, teenage best friends to lovers angsty with a lot of pining and not actually unrequited love" I've ever seen. And not only that, even their fucking past is a slow burn. They make you wait to know about the resentment and what happened between them (I've only watched that flashback in wano, if more things are shown in the arc or the manga I don't know about them so don't spoil me in the comments pleaseplease) and it's so so so beautiful. Like- They make me want to lay on the floor all day and cry WHAT'S NOT INTERESTING ABOUT THEIR DYNAMIC????

You know what happens, anon? A lot of people don't like the childhood best friends to lovers trope because they find it boring (for some reason I still don't understand because it's literally my favorite trope) and so they decide to focus on the rivalry and angst that comes later but, y'know, that's when the fanon thing comes up and they focus more on that than on their actual canon past where they're best friends.

And tbh the fact that they reduce their characters only to their relationship instead of to their actual personalities and goals is a shame because Buggy and Shanks have to be two of the most charismatic and interesting anime characters I've ever seen. They're fun and extremely cool to watch even when they aren't thinking about each other 24/7. People, please stop only thinking about ships for a moment?? And if you do, please at least think about how cool it's going to be once they get together again after so much time being apart.

This reminds me a lot of Soukoku and Satosugu ngl. The whole BFFs until there was this big betrayal thing and also the fact that people only like them because of their relationship and are always mad their characters aren't only about the ship.

Honestly, I'm so excited to see more of them and every time they talk/show up on screen I immediately start sobbing. How could people not find them interesting in canon? Buggy is literally one of the best characters wdym?? Also he'd be extremely angry at people reducing him to his relationship with Shanks, dude already is tired of that man let him rest!! Imagine people always talking about you to talk about the ex you still love like damn please he's an awesome character too. And Shanks, too, but like the dude is a simp and he would love this whole thing so-

#i'm going insane over them lately as you can see #wano is changing me as a person #i want to cry #love does not exist #and buggy is relatable af honestly same #one piece #buggy the clown #red haired shanks #shuggy

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im-657-mv · 2 years

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Exactly six hours had passed since your utmost wonderful "encounter", with your once beloved, Vecna. Time seemed to move too slowly, and every two minutes you would find yourself checking your watch, watching the seconds go by.

You were tired, alone, and scared. And of course, Steve offered to stay, as well as the kids, as a form of comfort and support but you politely declined. You were terrified of what Vecna, Henry, would do.

Would he hurt them? Kill them? You wanted your friends safe, more than anything in the entire world. But how could they be when Vecna was against them?

Besides worrying about your friends, you also had to think about yourself, and the fact that there was a literal monster coming for you. You tried thinking of different ways to protect yourself, to arm yourself. But when imagining it on a larger realistic scale, a gun would not win a fight against a six-foot-tall monster with tentacles, mind powers, and complex feelings.

And that was the other problem occupying your mind late into the night. Him. And you hated yourself for even thinking about it for the slightest second again, but your mind kept wandering back to him. It was hard to put into words for your friends, and even harder to put it into words in your own mind.

But the fact still remains that he is not a good person. You kept telling yourself that. Over and over and over again and again, until you thought it stuck, it never lasted long though.

In all honesty, you just wanted a nice long rest. Just to sleep through all of this. The pain, the worrying, the sense of betrayal. You wanted the one thing you can't have. Because if you do fall asleep you know he'd be there, waiting for you in your dreams. He's there in your mind.

And you could already tell that he was somewhat mad that you were avoiding him. You would never admit it but, you knew him. You know him like you know yourself.

You were in deep thought but all of it paused for a split second. You turned your head to your window and you felt compelled to look out into the woods. You got up from the dent in your bed and slowly stepped towards the moonlight, letting it shine on your face, lighting your way towards the glass.

You peered out into the dark abyss, searching for something, but you didn't know what. You felt like there was something there, but you didn't understand what it exactly was.

Returning your thoughts to your bed, you made your way, but you saw something. You walked back and looked harder and there he stood, adorned in white against the dark of the night. He was standing there, looking back up at you with his blue enticing eyes. And you felt him pierce your mind and body altogether.

"Henry..." You muttered under your breath in disbelief, your eyes widening with horror and confusion. It was Henry in his human form, blessed in all white like an angel sent from heaven.

You pressed closer to the window forcing your hands and face into the glass, decorating it with your heavy breath and fingertips. 'This isn't real... How is he here?' You thought to yourself. There was no way he could be here in this world, he can't be here. Because if he could travel between worlds that means there were new possibilities to consider, and none of them were good.

Henry lifted his arm, gracefully, and motioned for you to follow him into the abyss with him. It immediately reminded you of Alice and the white rabbit. But he wasn't the rabbit. He was the devil reincarnated. You were faced with temptation, but you had to resist. You had to be strong.

After all, you did promise yourself that you wouldn't fall for any of his tricks. But then as Henry started to walk away you started to panic. Breathing started to get harder and the walls seemed to close in, making your head feel dizzy and light.

'Follow me...' He whispered into your ear and you knew it was Henry lurking in your mind. You knew that, but you continued to listen to his words.

In record time you fled your house, not even bothering to put on shoes or a coat. The sense of hurrying was more important as it pumped through your body, filling your veins. You swung open the door and caught sight of Henry's white clothing like a moth to a flame. Like a beacon reaching for you, pulling you forward.

Henry glanced back at you, seeing you follow him like a lost sheep, and he smiled at you. It was kind and innocent, which to your regret, made your stomach churn, either from dread or butterflies. But you continued to follow him anyway.

"I've missed you, Y/n," Henry said in a quiet, soft voice, as you caught up to him. You two were walking side by side with Henry taking the slightly ahead lead, of course.

"Why did you ignore me, Y/n." He continued in that soft tone as if he were an innocent person with no history of being a murderer or a monster. As if he hadn't lied to you for years about who he was. As if he wasn't Vecna.

"I..." You hesitated with your answer.

"Shhh, my love. Save your voice. Just listen to me." You nodded your head and looked down, ashamed. You wanted to be good, and no matter what the other part of your brain was saying you would always listen to him.

"Your friends are lying when they say I'm evil, Y/n. I'm doing this for the world, for us, my love." Henry halted. And there you stood in front of Henry as he peered into your eyes from his height, admiring how tall he feels and how small you seem.

Henry grabbed both of your hands and took them into his own. His hands were warm and big covering yours fully. You peered up to him and watched his focus being solely on his and your hands being conjoined.

"My Y/n," He whispered as he lifted one of your hands up to his lips, gently pressing it to them in a soft kiss. And for every two seconds, he adorned more, making sure to burn the feeling into your skin as he littered more and more.

Everything was so unclear to you. Your thoughts were unfinished like a bottle cap was placed on them before they could bloom into coherent human thoughts. All you could think of, feel, was his lips as he moved high and higher...

"You're my Y/n," He whispered into your arm. You couldn't think to say no or squirm in discomfort as you groaned nodding your head in acceptance, and defeat. Henry noticed this instantly and smiled into your skin, glad that he had stopped your thinking. He just loved when you were so hopelessly in love with him.

Henry stopped and lifted his head, looking at your fuzzy state.

"You look so beautiful." He said taking a full moment to admire you, still dressed in your pajamas. Because to him, you were the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. And you looked even prettier dressed in the moonlight.

The shadows of the braches made shaps across your body, and he couldn't help but stare at you, all of you.

"Come on Y/n, it's time to go home." His hands cupped your face as your eyelids opened up a bit wider.

"Home?" You mumbled, trying your best to think, but you couldn't.

"Yes, your new home," And that's when a part of you started to panic. "our home, my love." Your mind started to think just above what was being forced down, and the only thought was, 'Bad...'

You tried to push yourself off of him, but your limbs were no use. They felt heavy and dense like weights have been placed upon them keeping you from using them.

"Henry..." You said as you kept on trying to push away from him.

"Are you going to be difficult?" He said oddly sweetly, addressing your lose attempt at 'leaving'. But you continued on with your pathetic movements.

"We," Henry said as his eyebrows knitted together while he lifted his hand "are going home." He attached his hand to your temple at a frightening speed and you immediately toppled down into his arms as your limbs became limp.

Henry lifted you up carefully, carrying you in both of his arms. As he walked forward further into the woods your head lolled towards your house. And the only feeling you could process was regret. You regretted not trying harder to resist him and you regreted saying no to Steve's-

"Y/N!"

Steve? Henry stopped completely growling in an annoyed groan as he slowly turned around. It was Steve.

"Y/N where are you?"

You tried to call out to him, to scream something to get his attention. But you couldn't. In your useless attempt, the only sound that made it past your lips was a small mumble of a groan.

Henry turned back around and continued striding confidently onward with you pressed close against him, resuming into his calm aura.

"There they are!" Will called out pointing his flashlight in your direction.

"Vecna has them!" Nancy shouted in a frightened shrill.

They were all here! Every single one of them was here to save you! You cheered in your head as you imagined the idea of being saved by them, by your friends. This was your time. You were going home. You were going to be safe...

But then the wind started to pick up faster and faster. The trees started to crackle and snap with animosity and force. Their wood bent into unnatural shapes encaging you and Henry in, away from the rest. And its branches grew dangerously sharp as it protruded against what Henry deemed as intruders. It sounded like snarling animals. Aggressive, loud, and scary as hundreds of trees obeyed a force stronger than mother nature herself.

And still, with all the sounds and shifting behind him, Henry continued his slow pace. His face showed nothing but pride as he just bent nature to his ultimate will.

Without a single doubt with his actions, he moved his face down and brought his mouth to your ear,

"You are the love of my life." He whispered as he looked back up at your curled unresponsive form, a soft smile blessing his face.

"Forever and always..."

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hiemaldesirae · 15 days

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Thorn here: I don't mind if you do a one shot or whatever! Go ahead and write away. :3

But yeah, Vox and the Vees banning the Hazbin crew from the entertainment District, and not letting upgrade their devices with the newest tech--you have to go to the entertainment District to get the newest tech, after all.

And yeah, I think it would hurt Vox the most would be the perceived betrayal. They're literally helping his killer (who he killed too, but it was technically an act of self defense so) get into Heaven. That's fucked up. The guy literally popped Vox's head in between his own two hand like it was nothing and the Princess is acting like he's just as innocent as Angel Dust and Sir Pentious are/were?

And he's hiding what he did to get sent to hell. A theif?!? At least he was honest!

Vox is so busy bitching about it, he doesn't notice a new sinner coming into his office, but he does notice the angelic blade slamming into his screen, a bubbling scream leaving his throat.

THORN. YOU CANT FUCKING DO THAT TO ME. WHY im gonna puke. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK

alastor arrives on scene like a second too late and he immediately rips the sinner's arms off before taking the blade and stabbing it right through his face but by then the damage is already done. the only thing he can hope for is that voxs screen isnt actually a vital body part (and this is completely and solely based off the fact that he's seen vox change his heads before, so surely, an angelic blade destroying the screen won't be... that much of a problem for him toget through, right?)

when he arrives back downstairs with an unconcious vox held in his hands, his broken screen cradled gently in his arms and held up by copious tendrils, with red blood staining his shoes and the edges of his pants, valentino and velvette immediately go on the offensive, thinking he tried to help voxs killer do it again, and for *good* this time. it takes him slamming them into the wall with his tendrils and showing voxs killers head to make them (and the rest of the hazbin cast) understand that if he had known about what the sinner was, he would have ripped the damn bastard apart with his own hands anyway.

#ran rambles #hazbin hotel #radiostatic #general asks #i didnt mean to go that into detail butwhatever it will help me when im writing later #thorns killer au

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maxine-drusilla-wayne · 2 years

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YOU DONT LOVE HIM!

Barbara Gordon x fem!reader

Part 2!

Series: yes

Y’all when I was first making part to tumblr deleted it while in the middle😭

Warnings;betrayal,heartbreak,crying,joker mentions (later in series),slight stalking(later in the series) reads hides a secret,sadness,revenge😈

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You were looking at the ceiling sobbing. You couldn’t believe it.

All the things you’d do….just so you could call her “mine.”

You couldn’t help but sob harder but trying to muffle it in the hotel pillows.

The things you did. You hope ,you were they’re favorite crime.

They all hated you….but still loved him? He had hurt her for years but they all still loved him no matter what he did!

How could they not believe you? How could Bruce kick you out without even getting your side of the moutherfucking story first?!

Oh that’s right….it’s nighwing

You were so depressed. You hated yourself! And you loved her so much! You should’ve know no matter what nightwing can do no wrong in they’re eyes.

But you had to stop sobbing and get up bc you didn’t want anyone to hear you and question you or go complain.

You got dressed and wore a black sexy outfit. Not to slutty. I mean nothing is! People just wanna show off they’re goddamn bodies!

You wore something like this

You decided to go to the nearest café to get some energy from spending most of the night crying.

“Oh my fucking god if I don’t get those backstabbing hoes out my fucking mind ima kill myself.”you said walking down to the café only 3 minutes from the hotel.

You walked in and sat down.

But immediately a bitch had to come up to you the second you sat down……literally only 5 seconds after you sat down.

“Hey my name is Chelsea,what can I do for you?!” She chirped generally happy which made you start taking a liking to her and she was very pretty.

“Umm can I just get a vanilla latte with caramel and and a glazed swirl donut please?” You asked with a smile.”of course coming right up!” She said and walked away.

Just then you saw someone walk in ,in the corner of your eye.

When you turn your head to fully face the person,you were completely shocked to the point where you had to stop a gasp.

Talia Al ghul…

Damian’s mother. What the hell is she doing here?! You immediately looked away but as you were turning she felt your gaze and turned her head towards you.

You saw her smirk in the corner of your eye but didn’t try to make it obvious that you noticed her when she walked in. She just sat down.

You had kept your cool to make sure she didn’t notice you panicking. Now you just wanted to get out and make sure she and or the league don’t follow.

It had been like that for five whole minutes.

“Hello ,here’s your latte and your donut!” Chelsea had came back and said but this time you noticed how she had looked you up and down with her eyes.

“Oh thank you so much!” You replied but just then you saw talia look back over at you. “You’re welcome!”then she left. You tried to ignore talias stare and just ate your food and drank your latte.

Since it was a spiral glaze donut ,it wasn’t sticky or made your hands sticky but you still whipped off your hands and used some hand sanitizer then made your way to the counter to pay and hurry to get tf outta there.

“Have a nice day!” You says handing in the money,paying your ten dollars and and thirty five cents to Chelsea. But she only took 3 dollars and ten cents.”you too!” She said with a smile and you just slightly titled your head smiling too.

Then walked out immediately. As soon as you got out you heard someone else come out and you couldn’t speed walk because then they would know you’re on to them.

You’re two minutes into the walk when someone comes up to you ,whispering in your ear.

“Well hello y/n~” talia says with a smirk.”well- hello they’re talia.” You replied nervously. She hummed and put her arm around your waist.but you knew the threatening was coming. “Well I just wanted to see why you’re not at that amazing mansion of your with my son. She said sounding scary at the end of her sentence.

You knew you could really be oversharing but as of right now you weren’t gonna hide anything or cared for all that matter.

“Because….one of his adopted brothers is a hoe who got me betrayed and kicked out with their fake asses.” You paused out of breath from walking. She looked intrigued. You? Not part of the family anymore? Oh she’s gonna make them her bitc-“what happened beloved?” She asked.

You stopped walking for a moment because of the nickname which had shocked you. You frowned for a second and tilted you’re head before walking again.

“Nightwing was always a hoe so once batgirl got back at him for the first time ever he flipped out and tried to get at me but I was I love with batgirl and didn’t like nightwing but once I told her she didn’t believe me and Batman kicked me out.” You spoke with tears threatening to fall.

“Oh sorry I forgot you already know all our names already.” You apologized.” It’s fine beloved but it seems as though boy wonder will always be the golden child.” She spoke “yeah.” You said almost breaking down right then and they’re as you came to the door of the hotel.

But she stopped you. By holding your arm with a firm grip.”listen. Obviously they don’t deserve someone as amazing ,as you. So let me help.” You turned around sniffling. “Help how?” You asked.

“Revenge.” She said with a smirk.”revenge?” You ask confused.”yes. I wanna make them sorry they ever let you go. But not only that I wanna make them suffer.”

You felt slightly overwhelmed but thankful that she generally cared. A nervous smile started trying to come at the end of your lips.

“Then…” she pushed a strained of hair out of your face and slightly cupped your cheek.”let’s make Gotham our bitch.”she said,her smirk growing wider.

You smirked and held her other hand.”ok let’s do it.” Was all you said.

@dilfwaynes here it is!

#barbara gordon x reader #barbara gordon #batfam x batsis #batfam x reader #batfamily #talia al ghul x reader #dc x reader #talia al ghul

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gaeasun · 2 years

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What about #37 with Fox, and maybe Thorn or Dogma or whoever you like? (If you want. Feel free to disregard!)

Definitely not disregarding I've been in a Fox and Dogma brain rot for a bit.

Fox gets nightmares, all the time. He doesn’t get much sleep to begin with, which makes them worse. Still, even Fox has some good days.

Fox has watched as every night for the past week-and-a-half, the kid Dogma goes from twitching and turning in his sleep to suddenly freezing, eyes open and pupils dotted even in the lack of light. If not for the way his chest silently flutters like a heartbeat he’d almost look dead.

Kriff, he’s not really sure what to do. Traumatized shinies are one thing, because they’ve all faced the same damage. Fox usually even more. He hates watching the light die from their eyes to be replaced with grim determination, but he doesn’t usually get them so damaged on arrival, already broken in from betrayal and manipulation and isolation from the one kind of people they’re supposed to trust.

…

On second though, Fox and only Fox might understand what the ki- what Dogma is going through.

He never sees it, not in the dim lights of his office, but he always hears it just barely in the silence. A sharp inhale followed by an unsteady pattern of whistling air.

Fox does the same thing he always does. He quietly offers a hand, just in Dogma’s peripheral vision. Usually the kid just stars at it for a few seconds, then cuts and runs to the refresher. He’s there when Fox goes to sleep and gone in a few hours after he wakes up.

This time, something different happens. Fox barely catches the hand signal in the dark.

- don’t understand -

Fox’s mind races. Doesn’t understand what? Instead of breaking the silence, he racks his mind for something to sign back. The Guard hasn’t had Dogma for long, but they’ve at least figured out a few ways not to trigger him. Signing instead of speaking to him seems to help, and the kid is pretty fluent in military signals. Creative too.

- come / follow me - Fox tries. The kid does need to trust him at some point. His life will literally depend on it.

Dogma’s thyroid bobs heavily, before he tentatively grabs his throat. - hostage -

- stop - Fox immediately and sharply signs. He’s willing to bet the kid sees himself as the enemy in a group of friendlies, not the other way around. - headcount - he signs quickly, smacking his head hard enough that it will probably bruise tomorrow, - one - he angles at himself - two - he angles at Dogma.

Fox holds out his hand again and holds his breath as Dogma’s face crumples. The moment hangs in silence between them.

Dogma takes his hand.

Not weakly, or tentatively, but almost enough to crush Fox’s hand. The strength the kid has in him is surprising. Fox looks forward to being surprised more.

He returns the favor by slowly pulling Dogma in against his chest, squeezing him firmly. It’s the right call, and Dogma buries his face in Fox’s grays and is soon sobbing, muffled by the thick cloth.

Tayli, he taps out with his pinky against Dogma’s back, and he means it. He’ll hold and keep Dogma as long as he can. With the Guard’s rates it might not be long, but he’ll do what he can.

Not letting go of the kid, he pulls back carefully until they’re both lying down on Fox’s office cot. Sleep. I’ve got the watch.

Dogma shuffles a little deeper in his hold. Fox can feel as the tension slowly drains out of him. He risks moving an arm up to nestle it in Dogma’s short, baby curls.

Dogma finally falls asleep, and Fox breathes a sigh of relief in his hair.

#clone trooper dogma #commander fox #brain goes brrrrr at them #ori'vod and vod'ika

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ingo-ingoing-ingone · 2 years

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Submas Song Sunday

on TrainGuy Tuesday kinda vibe

Yup lmao I’m Back At It, this time @fourphoenixfeathers Fusion AU edition! :D

Submas Song Sunday, aka where I take a song from my playlist and kinda just talk about how I think it fits the subway bros (or just one of em!)

I might include references to fanfic, or explain an animatic I can think up to the song, or just talk about it!

DISCLAIMER: Nothing on this playlist is intended to portray anything aside from familial relationships. I am NOT looking at backstories of songs, who they were written for, or songwriter’s intent. I go STRICTLY off lyrics and how I interpret them!

You may find a link to the playlist in my pinned post! If you have a song you want me to talk about, send it in :)

Song: Home by Cavetown

So it’s no great secret that I’ve been writing a lot about Ei, the fusion of Ingo and Emmet. In that AU he gets pretty badly hurt, go read both my fic Two-Headed and Phoenix’s series Cobwebs if you want more Ei lore!

Mainly writing this out for her bc I can’t get ideas out my brain right now.

Often, I am upset that I cannot fall in love, but I guess This avoids the stress of falling out of it

We begin after Ei gets injured, when he sees that his four armed, four eyed form that he’s stuck in due to distortion nonsense is seeding some distrust among certain elders in the Pearl Clan. They had never even liked him to begin with; he finds this somewhat distressing, especially now when he’s so vulnerable.

But he can’t help but wonder if perhaps their reaction would’ve been worse if they had liked him. Would it be seen as a betrayal?

Are you tired of me yet? I'm a little sick right now, but I swear When I'm ready, I will fly us out of here

And then he is alone. E is alone and he’s worried about I... Is he getting sick of E controlling everything but unable to do anything about it because I is so injured...?

I also see this a bit as injured Ei with Akari; he tried to downplay how serious things are at first, but he still needs to get her home.

I'll cut my hair to make you stare I'll hide my chest And I'll figure out a way to get us out of here

I don’t take these lines too literally, but Ei tried to hide his extra eyes and arms for as long as he could to remain safe. There are definitely some who would attack him on sight for looking like that.

He meets the banished Akari in that form as well, and swears he’ll get them both home and keep her safe.

But then, post stab, now he hides his scar.

Turn off your porcelain face I can't really think right now and this place Has too many colors, enough to drive all of us insane

The lack of his second heart makes Ei pale, much paler than normal, and things overwhelm him easier. At some moments, more often than before, it’s all just too much and the brain fog closes in. Remembering is hard. Existing is hard.

Are you dead?

E often tries to speak to I. As time passes, the responses get less and less frequent until they stop. E wonders, then, if I is well and truly gone from within him.

Sometimes I think I'm dead 'Cause I can feel ghosts and ghouls wrapping my head

And Ei slowly begins to realize that he... Is more or less a dead man walking. It’s only a matter of time.

But I don't wanna fall asleep just yet

He doesn’t want to die, but especially not yet. Not when he’s not home. Not when Akari needs him.

My eyes went dark I don't know where My pupils are

Ei’s eyes glow, whether that is two or four. But then... The eyes that belong to I no longer glow after a while. They just remain, half open, unresponsive. He can’t really see out of them any more.

But I'll figure out a way to get us out of here.

E promises I they will BOTH make it home.

Get a load of this monster He doesn't know how to communicate His mind is in a different place

When Ei first showed up, he still was remarkably different from everyone around him. The man is 8 feet tall. He came from nowhere, speaks a strange language, and did not immediately find friends in the Pearl Clan or Hisui in general.

Will everybody please give him a little bit of space?

Irida vouched for him, though.

Get a load of this train wreck His hair's a mess and he doesn't know who he is yet

He’s got amnesia. He doesn’t know who he was, or who he will be.

But little do we know, the stars Welcome him with open–

But, despite the hardships, Ei is living in the moment. To the delight of E, the stars are brighter and the sky more beautiful than he had ever seen before.

Get a load of this monster He doesn't know how to communicate

But now. Ei is hurt. Ei looks monstrous, wanting nothing more than to hide and not show or acknowledge his extra parts. He is not good with words any more; that was I’s specialty. Explanations do not come easy.

His mind is in a different place

Well, half of it is.

Will everybody please give him a little bit of space?

Even now, Irida sticks up for him when suspicious and curious clan members make him uncomfortable.

Get a load of this train wreck His hair's a mess and he doesn't know who he is yet

He now knows he’s probably two people. Will he remain two people if one fades away? Will he still be Ei?

But little do we know, the stars Welcome him with open arms

While stargazing was more E’s thing than I’s, Ei still does it. He hopes that his wonder will filter its way down to his subdued half and bring him some comfort.

Time is Slowly Tracing his face

As the days and weeks go on, he gets weaker. His existence cannot be sustained like this.

But strangely he feels at home in this place.

But with everyone he has caring about him and rooting for him and on his side, at the very least. E and I are not alone.

#submas song sunday #pla era #submas angst #submas #submas fusion au #ei #ingo #emmet #there we go lol #this will only make sense to a select few but screw it i want to post it anyways #some spoilers for my fic in here but only a couple :D

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shadowqueen402 · 2 years

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Hey so uhh, ya girl's (me, I'm ya girl now, that's my new title to refer to myself in asks as) been experiencing her usual Reala brainrot but it's been getting more intense today so uhh...

Reala x Artist!Reader..?

(I kinda would also REALly like it if some lore from the 90s NiGHTS Archie Comics was included like Roger betraying Reala but rere still alive bc I would literally hate living in a world with no Reala)

Ah, okay! Here you go!

Reala was never one to fall in love in general. He never saw himself as being able to do so. And for a variety of reasons, too. One of those reasons just so happened to be Wizeman, his creator.

And yet, when he saw you in the Night Dimension painting, he couldn't take his eyes off of you. He was used to Claris Sinclair singing and Elliot Edwards playing basketball. But seeing a Visitor that had an interest in painting? It was not something that Reala would expected to see.

Another reason that Reala never saw himself being able to fall in love? The fear of betrayal. He thought that NiGHTS straight up leaving Nightmare was bad enough. But it wasn't until he made the mistake of trusting Roger Wilkeah, Elliot's rival, that he realized just how hard it is to trust.

Reala wanted to walk away. He wanted to so badly forget about you. Yet, he could never do so. The more he tried, the more he actually longed to be with you. He mentally cursed himself for developing feelings in general.

Clawz, a Second-level Nightmaren, was the only Nightmaren that was well aware of how Reala felt about you in particular. So he decided to try to find a way to get you two together. But Clawz's idea of matchmaking were, ah, a bit different.

You were still painting on your canvas when you saw a cat-like Nightmaren approach you. You stopped and looked at the Nightmaren in curiosity, wondering what it was doing here. But then, it immediately grabbed one of your messy paintbrushes and ran off with it.

"Hey, give that back!" You cried to the Nightmaren, chasing after it. The Nightmaren didn't show any sign of wanting to stop. Instead, it just kept on running. You were eventually lured far away from your paints, other paintbrushes, and canvases.

Reala was simply minding his own business when he saw Clawz running toward him. It was on closer inspection that he realized Clawz had something in his mouth. "What do you have there, Clawz?" Reala asked, taking the object from his mouth.

Then, he noticed that it was a paintbrush. Your paintbrush, to be exact. Eyes widened, he was torn between scolding Clawz for stealing or to just straight up give it back to you.

Reala saw your form come running by. Before Reala could say anything, Clawz got behind him and pushed him towards you. The two of you fell onto the ground, Reala on top of you. Upon seeing the position that they were in, Reala felt himself become flustered.

"I-I apologize dearly, Visitor," Reala said, taking the paintbrush from Clawz. "I believe you may be looking for this." You blushed at the sight of the man that spoke to you before you took the brush away.

"Thanks..." You told Reala. "I take it that's your cat?" You eyed Clawz who was grooming himself, suspiciously. You and Reala stood up from the ground.

"You could say that," Reala said. "I will have a word with Clawz about this behavior that he did. Since you're here, would you like to hang out sometime later? Preferably somewhere nice and quiet?"

You blinked in surprise before nodding. "I would love that," You said. "I would even like to show you my artwork."

"I will see you around then," Reala said as he and Clawz left, a bit excited to see you again.

#nights into dreams #fanfic #reala #x reader

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langernameohnebedeutung · 3 years

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How bad is the election going in Germany? As someone who hates what has happened to the country (UK) im living in due to voting in the past 6 years

That's just it, I have no idea how bad/not-bad it is and we're not going to know for a few weeks at least.

Now that Merkel left, the conservatives have their worst result since 1949, proving once and for all that people voted Merkel not for her party but despite her party. The social-democrats somehow managed to win when a few months ago people were sure they would come third at best. Also our right-wing nutter party dropped from 12% to 10% which isn't a lot, but if I had one nickle for each percent - I'd have two nickles.

But now the big coalition-shuffling has started and the most likely options are:

Social Democrats - Liberals - Greens (Aka the "traffic light"-coalition) Problem: the Liberals are economic liberals and prefer teaming up with the conservatives over the Social Democrats and the Greens - so this one is difficult.

Conservatives - Liberals - Greens ("Jamaica"-coalition" - which would mean that the conservatives would still lead the government and their candidate would still be Chancellor (he claims he has a "call to govern" aka that the people want him - despite the fact that he's very unpopular and a major reason for the low turn-out. Like, a guy at the place I work at is literally member of their party and he said today that if Laschet texted him he would block the number.) But this would be a big strategical ax to the leg for the Greens if they agreed to this because we had a Social Democrats-Conservatives coalition for the last years (aka Great Coalition) which means the Greens were the most important opposition party on the left. If they team up with the Conservatives now (especially after the way the CDU villainised them) would probably feel like betrayal to many supporters and come back to bite them. So this is difficult, too.

Social Democrats - Conservatives - aka "Great Coalition" aka everything stays the same except this time the Chancellor is a Social Democrat and the Conservatives are the second fiddle. But if they immediately do the same coalition all over again after the Social Democrats managed to turn this election around, voters of both parties would be pissed. Plus, they would only have a little over 50% of the seats together. So that's difficult, too.

Social Democrats - Conservatives - Liberals ("Germany"-coalition) - just Great Coalition with an extra step for more power in the Bundestag. This one would be pretty much all over the place but the Social Democrats would be considered sell-outs twice-over if they did this - so they probably want to avoid this.

Social Democrats - Conservatives - Greens ("Kenia"-coalition) aka another Great Coalition with extra step scenario, except with the Greens over the Liberals this time. Also the Conservatives would be considered sell-outs twice over if they did this so they likely want to avoid this.

This kind of means that the heads of the Greens and especially of the Liberals (FDP) pretty much decide what the next government is going to be. They literally referred to Christian Lindner (head of the Liberals) as the "Königsmacher", the "King-maker" already. But this same guy blew a coalition last minute during our last election so we don't know how predictable or reliable he is this time around.

The next few weeks are just going to be adult politicians acting like toddlers and haggling over technicalities while we have no fucking clue who is going to run this country for the next four years and what their programme is going to be.

so yeah, people are going to throw a lot of funny names around to describe this mess for weeks to come:

#also the head of our right-wing nutter party had a tantrum on tv because no other party wants a coalition with them #and she considers that a hate campaign against them. But then is it truly an Alice Weidel talk show appearance #if she doesn't find something to pretend is a personal attack?#nonfandom #BundesTag #politics

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☆ﾐ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 “𝚘𝚑”

PART 13: ...O-OH?

it’s the night of the big stream. y/n uncovers a strange, albeit deep, bond with charlie. corpse interrupts her garden date with sykkuno quite unceremoniously. tensions are high as ever; proximity chat reveals internal monologues and stray thoughts. y/n’s “batshit insane” energy affects everyone. this is, quite literally, the best game of among us bretman has ever played.

─── corpse husband x reader, sykkuno x reader (if you squint, it’s very one sided) ─── soc. media + written fiction! ─── word count: 6.1k oops ─── ❥ reqs: sum people requested some interaction w bretman + jealous corpse + flirty sykkuno

author’s note: guys....GUYS WE’RE ON THE 3RD “OH” hope ur excited cus i am!!! this was rly fun to write, but then again, everything is better than writing an essay lmao! this is extremely chaotic and a bit seggsy but like a minuscule bit u wont even notice it i swear xx there’s not much social media in this one, mostly written lol. as always lmk wat u think n thank u for all ur kind words n sooo manyyyy ideassss!!! love u lots

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It’s happening, you think, picking the discreet, angelic white color for your astronaut - with a halo and all, truly, you are a seraph that stepped through the gates of heaven and descended onto earth to grace these morals with your presence...quite literally, you’re not only donning white in game, but also in real life, cute as a button or more like as a bunny. Cat girls are overrated - cat boys, on the other hand, you’ll ardently defend till your last breath - but bunny girls...Safe to say, your chat had been going feral. Your endless ego is fed well. You even swore on your heart that no devilish trickery would follow in this game - you had left your snake ways behind you.

No one believed you. The Roaches know you too fucking well.

The influx of new subs, however, do not. Look at this cute girl! She wouldn’t hurt a fly! You chuckle at the compliments. At the exact same moment, Rae pipes up on the discord call, “Y/n is leering and cackling evilly. No one trust her.”

Demon woman herself must be watching your stream before starting her own. You pout, all adorable and innocent, but your eyes gleam slyly. Truly, a mastermind of manipulation! Look at you go! The chat is swooning. The viewer number steadily climbs past 16K and you hum happily, welcoming all that decided to join your little clan, “Don’t listen to Rae. Wifey is mad because I said I’m not bringing her back a souvenir. Well guess what, bitch, I’m the gift.”

Your perfect image does not quite align with your tone, nor the affectionate nickname you call your roommate (bitch, not wifey). The new viewers are none the wiser though, just like your new stream mates.

There is laughter from people you don’t quite know. The lobby is almost full, but not everyone has trickled in yet.

“Filing divorce papers right now.” Rae mumbles, but you hear the smile in her voice. It makes you crack a grin, too.

More hello’s and shy introductions to the people in the lobby. Sykkuno’s green astronaut pops in with a upbeat, “Hey, everyone! Hi, Y/n!” as his character circles around yours. A collective awww echoes in your stream chat as you, quite breathless at the wholesomeness, reply with a “Hi! Hi hi!” as well.

Corpse is next to join, mysteriously ominous. The discord call is pure chaos, everyone screaming over the other variations of his name while stressing different syllables. Silent as a grave, he just stands there, his black astronaut seemingly eyeing everyone in the lobby.

Alas, when the noise dies down, he utters, “Whaddup, baby.” and it’s pandemonium all over again. You are screeching/laughing along with the rest. His astronaut swiftly glides to Sykkuno, still circling around you, “Hey, Sykkuno.” He says. The latter abruptly stops. The game hasn’t even started, and already - betrayal! Sykkuno starts circling around Corpse now, leaving you in the dust.

“Hey, dude!”

“Yo,” You interrupt, “I’m like here too, yeah?”

“Fight, fight, fight!” Pokimane jeers. You can’t see her, but you’re certain she’s pumping her fists in the air.

“Let’s leave the bloodshed for the game, yeah?” Dream offers past her laugh ridden urging.

“No, fuck that, let’s start this shit right now,” Charlie declares - his monotone is strangely pleasant to the ear, and you lean back in your chair with a thoughtful hum. Something about his energy just clicks with yours instantly, but perhaps you’re judging too quickly- “Got my fucking knife ready to slit some throats. You can all pretend you aren’t ready to kill on sight, but that’s not me. I’ll teabag your dead fucking body.”

-yeah, no, your initial estimate had been correct! What a pleasant surprise, you feel like you and he will get along beautifully.

“Way to be subtle, Charles.” Rae snorts.

“Subtle doesn’t make an interesting game, Rae,” He’s quick to bite back, “and if I’m Impostor, you bet your fucking ass I’m going after you first.”

“Noooooo!” She shrieks, rushing to your astronaut, which is still just standing there, abandoned, like the equivalent of that one emoji, “Y/n, protect me.”

“Of course, baby.” You purr.

There’s mumbling in the discord call, though it’s barely audible. Corpse seems to be repeating the word to himself: Baby...Baby?...Baby...

“You’re gonna stab me in the back the first chance you get, won’t you?” She questions, already painfully aware of the answer.

“You know it!”

“Finally, someone that’s not fucking cowering in their boots and flaunting their real nature.” Charlie says, “Y/n, form a Big Dick Alliance with me.”

“Oh for sure, man.” You agree immediately, trailing to his in game figure, “Let’s show these virgins how it’s done.”

“This is going to be a mess, isn’t it?” Sean’s voice rings with a cheerful laugh, making you flustered. Yes, you’re actually playing with THE JacksepticeyeTM. You still haven’t fully wrapped your head around that part, “I’m very excited to see where this will go.”

“Nowhere good.” You say with unparalleled sincerity - every word you speak to him, the icon, the legend, the one of the few youtubers you actually actively follow, must be genuine. You doubt you can lie to him. He’s too good of a person. You admire him too much. Stuck between wanting to be a shady bitch and an absolute saint, you refrain from addressing him more - you are simply not worthy.

its the y/n trying to act like a normal person in front of jack for me

ikr she looks ready to join the monastery

each day we stray closer to gods light???

Your viewers are snide as always. Gosh, you love them.

The last player pops in, fashionably late, “Hey, y’all.”

“Hey, Bretman!” The call choruses somewhat harmoniously.

“Hi, daddy.” He’s speaking to Corpse now, a smile in his voice - you can hear it even past the static of his atrocious mic. Your eyes widen, eyebrows shooting up. Your friends are cackling, but confusion refrains you from doing the same - were you not the only one Corpse offered, seemingly so long ago!, to be his sugar baby?

One betrayal after the other. You’re glad for the Big Dick Alliance. The name has a nice right to it, too.

Corpse laughs, “...Hey, Bretman. How are you today?”

Damn, two sentences for him, but not even a word spoken to you!? You’re already scripting a very melodramatic paragraph you will text him after the stream. With poorly masked discontent, you mutter, “Wow, thanks for such a warm welcome, Corpse, my day’s going great, yeah, loving the company.”

“Now now miss girl,” Bretman chimes, “we can’t be all daddy’s favorite.”

“Careful,” Charlie drones, “I think you just got yourself onto Y/n’s shit list.”

“Right next to Corpse Husband and Valkyrae.” You agree, “Sykkuno!” You suddenly call him.

“Uhm-Uh-Yes?” Is his nervous reply.

“You’re safe.” You state coldly, “For now.”

“You are not going after Sykkuno on my watch.” It must be a belated holiday miracle because Corpse finally decides to address you. His words seem to awake something in him, “Hey-Hey-Hey-” He swiftly glides to you, standing right next to your minute virtuous angel, “When are you coming back to Cali?”

corpse stop acting weird challenge

literally omg lmao

he does bring up a good point y/n y u not in cali yet?!

^pack it up corpse simp he disrespected the queen when he didnt say hi

“Back off, buddy,” Charlie interjects, “this spot is for Big Dick Alliance members only.”

“I’m never returning.” You inform him, your voice cold like the Arctic snow, and the look in your eyes is no kinder. You feel like you’re having a stare down through screen.

Silence stretches. Is this an intimidation tactic? Because if it is, it’s a paltry one. Your conviction to be petty is stronger than any vulnerability you might feel.

“Then I have nothing to say to you.” He admits and fucks right off with that. Fine, go join Sykkuno and Rae in their little corner of betrayal! Friendship ended with Corpse, now Charlie is your best friend.

“Okay, guys, guys, guys-” Toast, noting this is going to spiral any minute now, tries to catch their attention, “Let’s start?!”

You look into your camera, and the roaches know what you’re thinking. You’re twins like that, communicating telepathically. You are taking back your tender promise of not being a conniving bastard. It’s fucking on. You will destroy everyone in your path, starting with the guy you have a stupid crush on - maybe?! Feelings are confusing, you’d rather just not think point blank period.

With no objections from the cast, the counter ticks away seconds and, for the first round, you’re stuck as CREW MATE.

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Charlie is a gift. Truly, you had not expected such a sudden, wonderful relationship to bloom. How have you not known of him sooner?! It’s a crime that you hadn’t spoken to him earlier. You are a 100% certain if you had found him before you started streaming, he would’ve been a big inspiration.

The two of you do your silly little tasks and curse like sailors, commenting about this and that thanks to proximity chat. You wouldn’t have been able to stand the claustrophobic silence if it was just a normal Among Us game - to think, missing out on all his foully worded quips! It almost springs a tear into your eye. He’s just as unhinged as you.

worried about this dynamic

its a trainwreck lol i love it plz collab more plz

Caught in a headed discussion in Electrical - TikTok trends, or audios specifically - you defend the app the best you can. Charlie thinks it’s super cringe, and you insist it’s part of the charm as you connect wires.

“I mean, have...-do you know that one audio, the one that goes, like,” You’re spilling your words, heated, frustrated that he’s so dismissive of the app that literally saved 2020, “it goes like, uhm,” You clear your throat, prep your voice - even take a sip of your favorite drink. Drawing the syllables, you try your best to make it drop an octave - it must sound like you’re doing an atrociously bad and nauseatingly scratchy Corpse impression with an extra dramatic flair, “My assssssss, your cockkk, you do the mathhh.”

“Did-Did I just-” You freeze hearing Corpse’s voice, finally done with your task. Charlie is muffling his laughter behind his palm; Corpse’s astronaut stands in the doorway, “What the fuck did I just walk into?” He seems genuinely confused, though a strangely winded. You’re mortified. Your shoulders are shaking. You look at the stream chat but it’s going too fast for you to follow. Manic laughter bubbles in your chest and you squeeze your eyes shut, mouth split into a toothy grin, lowering your head and trying to hide the blush dusting your cheeks.

“Hey? Guys? What the fuck are you talking about?” He questions again.

“Honestly?” Charlie chimes, “No fucking clue. TikTok, I think. Ask Y/n.”

You can’t reply. You’re crying. You cover your face with your palms, muttering a soft oh my god before bursting into a full blow laugh, throwing your head back, the motion accidentally knocking your headphones off.

“Y/n.” Corpse calls you, “Fuck was that?”

You’re howling. Your stomach hurts. There are literal tears in your eyes. You think Charlie might be laughing too, but you can’t really tell over your loud screeching. Hastily fixing your headphones, you wipe away the tears stuck to your lower lashes, heaving, “S-Sorry, I-” You stutter, breaking into another fit of giggles. Corpse patiently waits you to calm down. Catching your breath, you start again with a sniffle, “TikTok, yeah.” You idly fix your hair, trying to bite down a smile, “It’s an audio.”

“What- What kind of videos are you watching?”

“The good kind.” Your reply is instant, merciless, “Also, why are you here? We’re having a BDA meeting, you know.”

“I-I...” He trails off, “I...I heard people talking and...I just came here to check it out, but...I’m regretting it.” There’s a lilt in his voice, and you know he doesn’t regret jack shit. You bet he’s smiling. You wish you could see it.

“Bitch, then leave!” You huff. You aren’t sure what is with him today, and you don’t want to stick around and find out - his playfulness makes your stomach flip at the most inappropriate times! Like when you’re trying to sound threatening. You must retreat posthaste, “No, wait, I’ll do it for you.” You say, brushing past his character. Charlie follows after you.

“Dude, you’re so fucking lucky neither of us are the Impostor because you’d be deader than I’ve been feeling since I was 10.” Your favorite companion comments. Charlie is truly a modern wordsmith. You’re pretty sure you adore him, because you’re nodding your head, so quick to agree with him that even you’re surprised.

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A meeting is called. You spare a glance at your fallen crew mates. They will be missed. Sean most of all, God, why does heaven always take the good ones?! The game feels emptier without him, even if you really only passed him once on your trek to Cafeteria with Charlie.

You may or may not have been avoiding him, afraid you’d accidentally say something horrible and he would hate you. It’s a silly fear, though a deep one. And with Charlie keeping you company, you had not uttered a single objectively good, or even coherent, sentence. Your parents can’t watch this stream once it’s uploaded onto your Youtube channel. They know you’re barely keeping it together in most of your videos, but here, now? Yeah, no. Charlie is already hard to listen to on his own for sensitive viewers, and hearing you agree with literally everything he says with your own chaotic ideas? Your dad would stumble into an early grave.

Mom probably wouldn’t mind too much, but you’d have to explain your relationship status again. She is under the assumption that everyone you collab with is your significant other. You’d say it began with Sykkuno, though the exclamation of “Finally! My daughter isn’t pathetically single! We need to celebrate.” had started with Rae. Truly, a scandal.

Speaking of which, Sykkuno is gone, too, but you had time to mourn him already. You found his body roughly ten minutes ago; so torn with the fresh agony of heartbreak, you could not do anything else but cry. It was Charlie, bless his heart, that reported it.

“Someone killed Jack,” You say, voice dripping with venom, “court is now in session. I’m ready to vote the fucker out.”

People speak all at once. Toast roars over them, “ORDER! ODER IN COURT!” as he slams his hand onto his desk repeatedly. That seems to work, though briefly.

“I think it’s Y/n.” Corpse says. You stare at him, hand gripping your heart, mouth falling open in surprise.

flame him

corpse boutta be a corpse fr

beat his ass queen!!!!!

“Pardon my french,” You grumble, “but nani the fuck?!”

“It’s definitely Y/n, I found her and Charlie conspiring in Electrical. Surrealist experience of my fucking life, but it’s definitely her.”

“Dude, we’ve been over this,” Charlie sighs, shushing Rae who was about to comment something - knowing your luck, it was probably in favor of the man throwing you under the bus, “we would’ve snapped your fucking neck the moment you walked in. But we didn’t.”

“Yeah, we didn’t.” Corpse notes, “I said nothing about you, I’m just saying it’s definitely her. She probably didn’t kill in front of you because of your stupid alliance-”

“Someone sounds salty because he wasn’t invited.” Pokimane snickers.

“-or possibly she did tell you and you won’t betray her for the exact same reason.”

“That’s some big brain logic you pulled there, genius,” Charlie says, absolutely unimpressed, “sure you didn’t have an aneurysm trying to connect all of that together?”

“Well,” Rae pipes up, “Y/n and Charlie did say they will kill right before the game started. If you ask me, it’s not unbelievable. And Sykkuno was sorta on the shit list.”

“I’m writing down your name twice, Rachell.” You spit.

“Not helping your case at all, Y/n...” Dream worries, “And Rae makes a good point. Charlie and you have professed desire for murder. I’m just saying! It’s a bit suspicious, you know?”

The next words to leave Corpse’s lips sound incredibly smug, “See?” He drawls. The pressure is getting to you - you don’t understand where this beguiling talent of his to convince literally everyone comes from, but it doesn’t inspire any confidence. Your fist suddenly feels incredibly lonely, so useless - oh, how you long to swing at him, “It’s definitely Y/n.”

“I dunno...” Toast mumbles.

“It’s Y/n.”

“Corpse-” You try, but he's ignoring you - shocker, as if he hadn’t been doing that from the very start of this stupid game - and chanting your name like it’s a fucking mantra or something, a smile in his voice, knowing, relishing in the fact that he’s grating on your nerves, “FIRST OF ALL,” You scream into the mic, successfully cutting him off; catching your breath, you exhale, and continue, calmly, lowly, “get my pretty name out of your mouth.”

There’s a pause full of tense silence.

Then, there’s a sound, seemingly stuck in the back of his throat, “...O-Oh...?”

“Second of all,” You continue, words like honey dipped in arsenic, “This is the clearest smear campaign I have ever witnessed. By how hard you’re trying to frame me for fuck knows what reason, I’m led to believe it’s you that killed them. You’re the Impostor.”

“Corpse wouldn’t kill Sykkuno, though.” Rae comments, skeptical.

“Then the other Impostor did it.” You counter.

“Maybe you’re both Impostors.” Pokimane chirps.

“Y/n would never betray the Big Dick Alliance like that.” Charlie states.

You grin, “Charlie, I literally love you.”

“Wait hold up now,” Corpse seems to get his bearings together, “what’s this about love I’m hearing?”

“I have none for you, dick.” You snap, flipping him off. Your chat cheers. While he can’t see it, you hope he senses it through the screen, “I officially hate you.”

“No, wait-”

“Boo, Corpse, you suck.” Toast laughs.

“Y/n, please-”

“Let’s all vote for Corpse Husband, okay?” You say it like it’s his full official name with an encouraging smile and multiple soft nods. Sykkuno can’t be here to nod, so you’ll do it for him. You eye the rapidly decreasing timer before clicking on Corpse’s figure and voting for him. The VOTED icon instantly pops up beside your adorable astronaut.

“Baby, I-” It slips past his lips so easily, as if he’s not even thinking about it, like it’s only natural to call you that and a spike of anxiety shoots up, making you glare. It’s only halfhearted. You try your best to ignore the rapid and uncoordinated pulses of your heart. Replace unwanted feelings with anger and hate - works like a charm, every time.

“You are not allowed to call me that.” You hiss. The chat spams snake emojis.

“Wait-” Bretman chimes, “Hold up, y’all, slow down a minute. Why does Corpse never call me baby?”

“Yeah!” Pokimane agrees, “I want to be baby, too!”

Pokimane may not have been called baby, but you just single-handedly decided her nickname for her - Target 4. Welcome to the shit list, she is officially your public enemy number 1. You aren’t sure why the thought of Corpse ever referring to anyone else as baby makes you sick to your stomach (you actually do know why, but brain no think at the moment), but you wish this whole conversation never happened. You don’t like it.

20 seconds left. More VOTED icons appear by your friends. Corpse is the last one to cast his ballot at, you assume, you, as the rest wait for his quick explanation before everyone (or not) returns to the game, “...Because she’s my baby.”

Goodbye. Life had been sweet, and there was sorrow, though the amount of embarrassment you feel now is worse than when the internet found your cringe worthy high school pictures on your mom’s Facebook. It’s a mixture of dread and excitement - the pleasure of being noticed, cherished even, though anxious from vulnerability. Someone is screaming a very prolonged “WHAAAAT?!”, or maybe multiple people are, you aren’t sure, your ears start to hurt from the loud, conflicting cacophony of voices as you stare blankly at the screen. You received two votes, just like Corpse, Charlie got one, the rest skipped. With no one flung out, you all find yourself back in Cafeteria again.

Baby. My baby? My baby. My baby. The sentence is playing ping-pong in your mind, reverberating louder each time. You’re actually speechless for the first time in your life; your chest hurts, your heart beating so fast your hands start shaking. Had he meant it? Or was this a some joke? Was he trying to get a rise out of you again? You might just go insane from so many questions. My baby. Holy shit, this is a heart attack, this is what a heart attack feels like, dear God, you figured you at least had ten years before you get one!

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First round ends with IMPOSTORS raining victorious. Your sixth sense had been working wonders since, true to you previous estimate, it had been Corpse. His companion was Pokimane. For absolutely no reason what’s so ever, you change her name once more from Target 4 to Target 1. Normally, you’re all for girls supporting girls. Men don’t deserve anything, really, but now you’re so flustered and still reeling from what you are 80% sure was cardiac arrest that you genuinely don’t care about your established morals.

Round two starts without much deliberation. You get CREW MATE again; the game must sense your growing bloodlust, making sure that once you do get IMPOSTOR, you will not hold back. True power is granted to those who are ready and strong enough to wield it. You wait for your moment with bated breath.

Charlie is taken from you too early. The two of you were once again caught in a discussion - God knows about what, Minecraft, hentai, oh! your server! - as you tried to card swipe for the umpteenth time. The lights blew out and you just knew one of you was getting murdered there and then. Charlie’s voice abruptly cut off, and you think a part of you died with him.

It’s a cold meeting; with your new best friend being the first to go, everyone decides to skip. You proclaim you seek vengeance. When the meeting comes to an end, Sykkuno is the first to offer his condolences.

“I’m sorry, Y/n.” He says, and while he’s not in Brooklyn, you somehow feel him patting your back. You feign a sniffle.

“There’s nothing to apologize for...” You murmur sadly, “Unless...” Your voice turns sharp as the knife that was surely twisted into Charlie’s back, “It was you?”

“NO!” He exclaims, “I would never-you gotta believe me! I would never kill him. I know he’s important to you. I wouldn’t do that, I swear.”

“He was like a brother to me.” You admit, solemn, “Charlie, if you’re haunting me right now, know I will avenge you. I will not let this go.”

Sykkuno hums, circling around you, “Hey, I have a task in Greenhouse. Would you, uh--Would like to, uhm, join me?” Despite the shaky start, he finishes on a firm, pleasant note. He’s trying to cheer you up. Having lost your closest friend, he’s offering you his company. You accept with a soft smile and a cute “Yes, please!” and he releases an airy little laugh. The two of you make your way to your favorite place in map MIRA.

It’s difficult to stay sad for long when Sykkuno’s so sweet; the atmosphere of the Greenhouse is strangely calming; your problems seem to be left behind the shut doors. If you tried hard enough, you could imagine being in an actual Greenhouse - the warm, damp air clinging to your skin, the unmistakable smell of earth and vegetation, the pleasant silence broken only by yours and his hushed voices and clumsy footsteps.

The two of you are talking. Mainly about your choice of attire. Cat first, Sykkuno ponders aloud, doing his task as you watch the plants grow, now bunny, what’s next? You affirm that you will most likely dress up in cow-print next, or as an adorable sheep. He laughs, admitting you’ll look good in anything before he trails off. His awkwardness is really endearing.

“Or!” You chirp happily, content with being locked away with him for the whole game. The idea must be playing in his mind, too, because he seems in no rush to leave, “I could, like, dress as someone from My Hero Academia. I watched the stream you did with Stella, the one where she made you look like Todoroki. It was really cute. You were really cute.”

“Oh, uhm-well, uh, thank you, thanks, I, uhm-” He clears his throat, and despite his stutter, you hear the smile in his voice, “I-I think you’d look better, though. Not as Todoroki. Or, probably as Todoroki, too. But, uhm, what character are you thinking about?”

“Maybe Momo?”

“Momo!” He yeps, “Momo is good. Yeah, she’s great. You’ll-uhm-you’ll look amazing. Really. Momo is awesome. Very pretty. Just like you.”

You are blushing. A stupid, toothy grin makes your cheeks hurt. Your eyes flicker to the chat, but again, it’s going wild. Giggling, you thank him for his sweet words, so giddy it’s honestly embarrassing. Why can’t you stop smiling? This is incriminating. You hide your lips behind your palm.

“...What’s this?” Corpse question. You had failed to note his sudden appearance, too busy gushing. “Am I interrupting?”

“Hey, Corpse!” Sykkuno greets. For someone so awkward and shy, he sure is good at hiding it when he wants to. Perhaps it’s all an act and you had been deviously tricked! Probably not, but you can’t help but narrow your eyes suspiciously, finally able to calm down. You definitely underestimated him, you just haven’t figured out how yet, “Not really! Y/n was sad Charlie died so I took her here.”

“You interrupted our date, dipshit.” You deadpan.

“...Fuck you say?” Corpse dares, his voice low and somewhat menacing - for someone who exclusively portrays his emotions through only his voice, he’s incredibly hard to read. This is payback. Your love for wreaking havoc resurfaces suddenly. Serves him right for pulling all this ignoring shit at the start. Maybe you’ll make him say oh again.

Your sly smirk is promptly wiped. Fuck. He said oh, he literally said oh out loud. The Teruhashi fangirl in you is screaming. You had been so caught up in defending yourself you didn’t even register it at first. Alarmed, you look at the camera, then at the chat. First oh, then my baby. There’s no way he had been teasing you, and this proves it. Holy shit. You mouth the words “HE SAID OH!” for your audience only.

now she notices

snail pace baby we’ve been loosing our shit for the past hour

corpse x y/n saikik au enemies to lovers 500k words slow burn im here for it

opening wattpad rn^

Your heart races in your chest - it might be considered an Olympic medalist at this point; flustered yet again, you wish you could cave into yourself. You should’ve brought your bright blue wig with you to Brooklyn. Turns out it would have been perfect for this stream. Yes, yes thinking about unnecessary details always works in distracting you from the butterflies throwing a fucking rave in your stomach.

“I guess it is a date!” Sykkuno admits, “Kinda after a funeral, but still.”

Corpse hums. You’re still too stunned to say anything. The black astronaut with adorable cat ears approaches Sykkuno.

“It’s not.” He states. Your mouth falls open in shock as your date, your companion, the Shoto to your Momo is murdered in cold blood right in front of you. His lifeless body, cut in half, lays on the tiles by the growing flowers, right beside you, “You didn’t see shit.”

“...I didn’t see shit.” Is all you can utter, breathless and terrified.

“Thaaaat’s fucking right, baby.” Corpse coos, “Now I’m gonna report it, and I’ll say we found Sykkuno together. Better stick close to me after the meeting, got it?”

If Sykkuno is Shoto, then Corpse is definitely Dabi.

why is that kinda hot tho omg

didn’t know i needed dom corpse since now but i do

y/n looks like shes boutta throw up lmao

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You follow him around like a lost puppy - because what else is left for you to do!? You’re helpless in this situation. He’s got you in the palm of his hand, successfully eliminating everyone you had previously interacted with. First it was Charlie, then Sykkuno, even Sean, who said hello in passing, was shot instantly. Real Sangwoo behavior. You almost want to scream warnings at everyone to not approach you. You cannot mourn another lost crew mate, you don’t think your conscience can take it. But words fail to form. You’re too weak. You fake cry to your audience. They’re quick to remind you to stop acting like a little bitch.

“Mean.” Is all you say, eyeing the comments.

“Hm?”

“Was talking to the roaches.”

“What are they saying?”

“That I should betray you.”

“...Better not.”

A shiver shoots up your spine and you half believe he will bust down your door and drag you into his basement for real. A nervous laugh slips past your lips, “I won’t, I won’t.” You reassure him, “Don’t worry, I’m sticking with you. I haven’t seen shit.”

“I like that you listen to me. You always this agreeable?”

“You’re kinda not giving me a choice right now.” You grumble, vending yourself a drink while he looms behind you, protecting you. From who?! Himself?!

“Oh my fucking God, finally,” Bretman exclaims, “girl, I’ve been running around the whole map trynna find someone, is everyone like, dead?”

You’re scared to reply. Corpse does it for you, “Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, maybe? Not sure. Where have you been?”

“Oh you know,” Bretman grins, “doing tasks, talking shit, the usual. You two are not, like, Impostors right?”

You shoot a look at Corpse, but he obviously can’t see it. Biting your lip, you murmur, “Nope.”

“Just your regular crew mates doing regular crew mate things.” Corpse says, no, purrs. Because that’s not suspicious at all. You’d recommend Bretman to run, and not only because that sounded shady as fuck. But he seems to enjoy danger, or he just doesn’t care.

“Hmmmm, crew mates, sure. Miss girl Y/n,” He’s addressing you now; you smile anxiously, “How come every time I see you, you’re with a different man?! Like damn, leave some for the rest of us, for real!”

You like Bretman. You like his high-pitched whine and drawl. You would like him even more if not for the complex situation at hand. You fear for his life. Chewing at your bottom lip, you snicker, “Sorry, Bret. I can leave you Corpse if you want?”

He laughs, “Girl, I’d say yes so fucking quick, but I know he wouldn’t want that. Normally I wouldn’t care, but y’all are such a cute couple it’s making me not want to be a shady motherfucking bitch. Changing my ways, embracing the lord. Love it.”

Corpse doesn’t correct him that you are, in fact, not dating. His lack of reaction unnerves you slightly. Does he...? No! No think! Only exist! You catch that train of thought and steer it away from forbidden territory. Looks like it’s up to you to clear the air, and that is exactly what you do after trying to swallow down the lump in your throat, “Uh, we’re not together, actually. We’re just really good friends.”

“Bitch, then move over,” Bretman says snappily,”go like, back to your other boyfriends. Or find another one. I think I saw Dream near Navigation.”

“Near Navigation, huh?” Corpse hums thoughtfully. It’s a subtle warning, but you catch it. Yeah, even if you try running, Dream’s going to join your other ‘boyfriends’ in the afterlife. Granted, killing someone by just talking with them is kind of cool. Or maybe Stockholm Syndrome is finally kicking in, “Bret, the thing is, Y/n’s scared of dying, so she asked me to stay with her.”

It’s disturbing how good at lying he is. It is also really really attractive, as bizarre as that is.

y/n stop being in a toxic relationship with corpse challenge

making fanart of this omg her face

its the blushing for me girl get your head outta the gutter!

^she cant, it lives there

“Baby, you’re gonna fucking die if you stick with her,” Bretman points out, “have you noticed the mortality rate of her partners? Rest in peace, daddy.”

“He’s right, you know.” You mutter, dramatically looking to the side, “I’m no good, Corpse.”

“Not leaving you, end of discussion. Bretman, join us?” Corpse offers, catching you by surprise. He might still be lying, though. Creating a false sense of security before eliminating Bretman. Probably would laugh while doing it, too. Wow, he truly is evil.

Turns out he doesn’t have to do any of that, because when Dream strolls into Cafeteria, he kills Bretman instead. The two Impostors are finally revealed. You promised not to snitch on Corpse, but you didn’t say shit about not exposing Dream. You press the REPORT button and say just that: “Dream just murdered Bret right in front of me and Corpse.”

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The last meeting is called. Dream had been voted out with the help of Corpse, and now only you, he, and Rae remain.

“Baby, you know what to do.”

The VOTED icon pops up beside Corpse’s astronaut. Rae wheezes, “No! Y/n, it’s not me, you gotta believe me, I swear it’s not me!”

“...I really don’t know,” You murmur, “I’ve been with Corpse a lot, and...Rae, I’m not sure...”

“Please! I swear it on my Kagayama cardboard cut out, I’m not the Impostor, please! You know me, I’d never lie to you like this.”

“She’s definitely lying.” Corpse says, sounding pleased.

“Don’t listen to him! Remember, during the first round, when he tried to convince us that you were the Impostor? He’s doing the same shit to me!”

“I also remember you agreeing with him.” You remind her.

“I was stupid! Small dumb brain moment! He was using us to win! He’s using you right now!” She votes, “Please, Y/n, make the right choice.”

You’re silent for a moment.

“I’m gonna...I’m gonna vote for who I think it is.” You lastly say.

A slow, lazy grin makes it’s way onto your lips, eyes gleaming mischievously. You had not forgotten your promise to your brother from another mother, you had not forgotten the pride of the BDA, you had not forgotten your beautiful friendship. Two miniature astronauts pop up by Corpse’s at the exact moment Rae screeches “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!”

“Fuck.” Is all Corpse says with a laugh.

The screen changes, informing of the first CREW MATE victory.

Your ears are assaulted with different voices as you appear in the lobby.

“Now that’s what I’m fucking talking about.” Charlie raves, “I swear to fucking God, Y/n, you even got me going for a second. Pulled some 1000 IQ shit right there. It was fucking amazing. Best back stabbing I’ve seen in a while, and I’ve seen a lot.”

“That was absolutely fantastic, Y/n.” Sean applauds, “I really thought you joined Corpse like some crew mate accomplice or something. Can’t believe you switched on him at the last second.”

“That’s my wifey!” Rae cheers, strolling to you, “Love you, mwah.”

“Hey, Corpse,” Charlie calls him, “How does it feel to be a fucking loser?”

“I’m surprisingly fine with it.”

yeah he would be lmao

mom is the best snake ever i love you sm y/n

rae and y/n’s friendship....the feeeeeels

As the rest sing your praises for another solid minute or two, the third round begins. CREW MATE again. Though, just because you’re stuck as an underpaid worker in a dying spaceship, it doesn’t mean you’re innocent. Your last round proved that quite well. You can’t help but silently snicker.

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TAGLIST IS CLOSED!

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more tags are in the comments bcs tumblr only allows me to tag 50 people max 💙

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bubbleteaimagines · 3 years

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Allo Can I be blessed with some Porco headcanons with a female reader whose from Paradise ;;c;; Both fluff angst n smut >~< Thank uu

Porco dating someone from Paradis Island

Porco Galliard Headcanon

Warnings: NSFW Content

ALSO SPOILERS!! IF YOU HAVENT READ THE MANGA!! I REPEAT SPOILERS!!

when you and porco first met, neither of you knew of the others identity

porco had just gotten back from war and you were there to infiltrate marley for information

in fact, you both seemed to be running from who were supposed to be, just wanting a break from your destinies

this caused you both to somehow end up by the ocean one day, just when the sun was setting

you had been sitting close to the shore, the water lapping at your feet when all of a sudden a voice caught your attention

“hey—! wha—! you’re not supposed to be here!”

not expecting for anyone to actually be down there that time of night, you quickly whipped around with alarm in your eyes

“w-whose there?” you ask nervously, terrified that you were gonna get caught and your cover was gonna be blown

after all, levi had specifically forbid you from wandering off

“the tickle monster— who the hell do you think? no citizens are supposed to—”

when porco finally came into the light and he saw you sitting there, eyes wide as your sundress blew in the wind, he was immediately taken aback

not only were you trespassing, but you were also...different

whether it was your skin, your eyes, or just simply the fact that he had never seen you before, porco was astonished

“i-i’m sorry! please don’t tell! i didn’t mean to, i—”

“hey, hey,” immediately his entire demeanor changed. “don’t worry, i’m not gonna tell. how could i rat out a beautiful lady like yourself?”

from that day forwards, you both were gone

you began to see each other again and again and again, at first just by pure coincidence, but then it soon became intentionally

porco would purposely seek out the pretty girl wearing pretty dresses, and you’d sometimes linger in the marketplace to see if he’d be there

it wasn’t long before you two began hanging out

porco asked to accompany to the beach again and since he was a high ranking eldian he was allowed there

of course, he didn’t tell you that

both of you kept your identies a firm secret, but neither of you knew

you just thought that maybe he was a high ranking soldier and he assumed that you were marleyan bc you didn’t wear an armband

you and porco became extremely close and it wasn’t long before a relationship blossomed

porco was horrible at being romantic, but he tried, he really did try for you

he’d bring you flowers, buy you little things of chocolate bc he knew it was your favorite

he’d try to leave you little love letter in the morning and it’d absolutely melt your heart

he’d spoil you and use his status to take you to the finest restaurants in liberio

sometimes when you were out people would recognize porco, but he’d always keep the interactions brief

when it came to porco, you probably didn’t know much about him

he was kinda closed off, and he wanted to seem strong to you so he never shared much

but that was okay— what he did share was enough for you

when it came to you though, he’d want to know all about you

he could stay up for hours listening to you explain your childhood, leaving out the parts where you were really from

he’d love knowing about you and would hold you close, often falling asleep to your stories

really, porco was a gentle yet protective lover

he could be extremely jealous and it translated into the bedroom

sex with him was rough, with porco being the dominant most of the time

he loved to mark you and degrade you, wanting you to scream out who exactly you belonged to

he’d pound you into the mattress and tell you what a good little slut you were and then he’d make you cum all over him

afterwards, he’s not much for aftercare lol but at least he’d hold you?

if he fell for you quickly then he’d probably introduce you to pieck

and she would LOVE you, thinking how it was cute that porco was so mean to everybody else but so soft around his girl

he likes touching you, that’s for sure

always has an arm slung around you

in all honesty, he’d be an amazing boyfriend and uwu but you know it’s not gonna last...

technically, you and porco were doomed from the start

he was lying to you about who he was, liking the fact that you loved him, not the jaw titan, ‘marley hero.’

you were lying to him, not even from marley and an island devil that they seemed to hate

your love came to a boiling point, eventually

when you both found out who the other truly was, both you and porco were shocked— like hella shocked

you were on the battlefield, defending eren when all of a sudden you spotted porco and pieck from up above

you wanted to scream and abandon everything right then and there, to tell them both to get the hell out of there

but then,,, porco looked up and saw you using ODM gear, wearing the same suit as the people attacking marley

his eyes widened, not even believing it as betrayal and anger seeped through his veins

“y/n!”

you’d be so terrified to face him

you’d probably break down crying and explain that you hadn’t meant for it to be this way— you didn’t mean to lie and yes, you truly did love porco

but then,,, you’d be exposed to his own little secret

as marley soliders began shooting at you, yelling at you to get away from the warriors, porco would suddenly scoop you up and transform to shield you from their bullets

everybody, including your comrades, was absolutely dumbfounded to see him throw you on his back and run away with you

and you’d be literally frozen, not even believing this was happening

“what...the...fuck...”

porco kept you safe during the entire battle, up until he decided to take eren on

you couldn’t lie, even though your relationship was probably gonna be in shambles after that it hurt so bad to see him just laying there, not even knowing if he was alive

you tried to find out, you tried to go towards him and yank him out of his titan but jean swooped in and tackled you at the last second

you were a crying mess but he held you, kicking and screaming and all, not letting go until you were safely on the plane

“jean, please! you guys don’t understand — i have to go back! i have to see—!”

“i’m sorry, y/n, but this is for the best. you have to let go, you may never see him again.”

for the next few months, or years that you were separated from porco, you’d be a hollow mess

It’d take some time for you to forgive him, and him you

for the longest he stayed on marley, bitter and cursing your name

cursing himself for falling in love with an island devil

he hated you, he wanted to kill you...only...he didn’t

deep down porco knew that he still loved you

and he carried that love everywhere with him, even if it tore him apart inside

he was stuck between wanting to be in your arms again and wanting to be loyal to marley

after finding out where you were from, he’d have so much rage and so many questions

you were a devil, yes, but...were you?

you were so sweet and compassionate and kind...how could you be?

you were the exact opposite of what porco had been taught

you weren’t a devil...marley had lied

they had lied and filled him with all this hatred for people he didn’t even know

it infuriated him, and it saddened him that he couldn’t be with you all because he was brainwashed

for the time that you were apart, porco was a mess

he hardly looked alive anymore, only thinking about you day and day out

he longed for the day he’d see you again

and when he did—

all hell was breaking loose, AGAIN

marley was declaring war on paradis

there were people everywhere, titans ranging about, eren being...eren

you of course were on the front lies, just trying to survive when you suddenly spotted him

could it be? no...

you didn’t wanna believe it at first

you couldn’t

you only stared at porco’s scrunched up face in shock, not moving despite that being incredibly dangerous

likewise, porco was shocked to see you there, alive and once again fighting for paradis

it felt just like the first time, but this time you both had months to prepare your words

and the first thing you said to each other?

“i’m sorry.”

the words shocked both you and porco even further, but it felt...right

“y/n...i’m so sorry i—”

“please, pock i should be the one to apologize. i lied, i know i did. but i—”

“i lied too. we both did. guess that’s why we were made for each other,” porco chuckled humorously, you nodding in agreement

for a moment, you both just stood there looking at each other

but then, months of tension boiled over and finally you just kissed, in the middle of the battlefield

“uh, guys? that’s romantic and all but FUCKING FOCUS WILL YOU?”

porco promises he’ll find you after the battle

and what do you know, he keeps his promise and after that you guys live happily ever after the manga doesn’t exist

#porco snk #porco aot #porco galliard x reader #porco galliard #porco x reader #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan imagine #shingeki no kyoujin fanfiction #shingeki no kyoujin imagine #shingeki no kyoujin x reader #shingeki no kyojin #asks #spicytea.txt

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2-cute-4-school · 4 years

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𝘕𝘊𝘛 𝘋𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘱 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘰 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴

Mark Lee

so we all know mark is a quite expressive person with his emotions

and come on when playing video games we all rage and throw fits so emotions are running especially high ‎(ﾉಥ益ಥ）ﾉ ┻━┻

what i’m trying to say is that mark is yelling, banging fists against his desk, laughing his ass off and pissing you off

i mean mark’s laugh is very cute and ENTIRE BLESSING TO HEAR but ♡ sleep ♡ is also precious

but mark can’t hear your exaggerated sighs nor see your ever-lasting pout

so you lift your tired self from the bed and plop down on his lap

mark : “hUH??¿¿ B-BABE?!¿¿” （＊〇□〇）……！

haechan, audible through the headphones: mark, not in front of the boys, you wild beast (๑⁍᷄౪⁍᷅๑)

mark opens his mouth to shout in protest but you bury your head in his shoulder and let out a soft whine and mark.just.COMBUSTS!!!

he grumbles something about how haechan is due for a good beating and nuzzles the side of his face against the top of your head ♡(.◜ω◝.)♡

whenever he has a break and doesn’t need both hands to play, he brings one arm around you, cuddling you closer to himself and running his hand along the length of your spine

or just LAYS HIS HAND ON YOUR THIGH askfafwsr- ya know (˵ ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°˵)

doesn’t have the heart to break the atmsophere even after he shuts down his computer and just cocoons you in his warm arms and hums a song softly as you doze off intertwined together UwU

Huang Renjun

you’re just trying to be cute and create a romantic enviroment as you cuddle up to your boyfriend who is immersed in his game

“y/n?” his voice is soft, almost a hush and it could almost lull you to sleep

“yeah?” ෆ╹ .̮ ╹ෆ

“i can’t see because of your head”

FIRST HIT HOME but you didn’t give up of course, just flattened your cheek against his shoulder to accomodate his complaint

just as you settle downs drowsily, glued to his frint, he covers his mic to grumble to you again ಠ╭╮ಠ

“it’s getting hot”

SECOND HIT HOME and you’re starting to get discouraged as you scoot a little further away from his body and loosen the grip of your hands around his neck (๑′°︿°๑)

but of course ever grumpy renjun still had complaints karen who

“my legs are falling asleep”

*SIGH* “eye roll* *definetely not pouting* you start pulling yourself away from him and trudge defeatedly and bury yourself under a ton of blankets

but he just chickles, has the AUDACITY to chuckle, and brings you back on his lap, squeezing the life out of you (≧д≦ヾ)

“i was just kidding babe don’t leave me!!” says renjun as he sways you kinda violently may i add from side to side and rubs his cheek against yours cuz he’s a kitty and adorable confirmed ε=(｡♡ˇд ˇ♡｡）

rough love you have other there as you can see

Lee Jeno

jeno is GENTLE GIANT （ﾉ｡≧◇≦）ﾉ

gentle loving giant in this case actually so even better

so we all know how the dreamies exposed this boy TWICE for playing video games 25/8 and he got scolded by his mum lol so i’m thinking

you’re trying to get him to go to sleep or at least rest his eyes he’s already blind enough i WONDER WHY damn

all this started when you settled in front of his computer to block his view

and as he argued with you he decided enough is enough and pulled you into his lap, traping you against his chest (╬ Ò ‸ Ó)

“jeno it’s 3 am!!” :<

“ just one more round baby” of video games ya nasties...no? only me?ok

he tries to give you a *smooch* but you move your face away and refuse to turn around and let him kiss you

and that’s where jeno draws the line (; ･`д･´)

kithes are something that can’t berefused between you two, an unspoken rule you apparenly weren’t aware of

so with a ‘eep!!!’ from you, he simly stands up from his seat with you latched onto him like a koala like (＾ω＾ ≡ °д°)

“jeno put me down!!!11!!1! NOW!!”

“kiss first” (.◜ ᵕ ◝.)

“are you nuts??!!!?” *exaggerated smooch* “now put me down!!”

needless to say he’s not letting go anytime soon, he just plops into bed and you cuddle until you fall asleep you’ve been scammed

Lee Donghyuck

haechan is a very VERY petty brat person ಠ_ಠ

so guess what... fights with him are a national competition of petty acts

and you know what his ultimate move in your most recent fight is? *drum rolls* turning off the central heating really original hyuck i applaud you

and this kid knows exactly what he’s doing when he sits down in his gaming chair with a shit-eating grin (ง ͠ ͠° ل͜ °)

he hears you stumble around the house in your dora the explorer exploration in the search of a blanket

but guess what? they’re all under his flat cake ( ✧≖ ͜ʖ≖)

so when you bardge in the room and find him hogging all the warmth you hope to intimidate him with your ✨ highly horrific glare ✨

but he pretends to be too busy to notice you so you just defeatedly settle on his lap and under the blankets

“well well well look who’s crawling back with their tail between their legs”

“i might just cut off your front microscopic tail” (눈_눈)

but i just know he’s gonna cuddle you until you sweat your ass off under that mountain of blankets

and even when he can’t hold you, he’ll press his lips against your forehead, lingering there as his warm breath fanned across your skin

he also made a deal with you to which you didn’t necessarily agree with but that’s a minor detail am i rite

if he wins the round he gets a kiss as a reward (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

if he loses, he gets 2 kisses as a consolation (ฅ⁍̴̀◊⁍̴́)و ̑̑

you’re getting suspicious of his 4 consecutive losses

Na Jaemin

he’s a fluff ball we all know it, we all love it

he’d DIG THAT KIND OF SHIT ٩̋(ˊ•͈ ꇴ •͈ˋ)و

and he babies you to the end of earth

99.8% chance that he’s gonna stop playing just to cradle you against his chest properly because YOU’RE. HIS. BABY!!! periodt.

cue yelling from his teammates for abadoning them in the middle of the game but that’s inevitable

“na jaemin you SIMP!!!!”

but jaemin is too busy making puppy eyes at you (●♡∀♡))ヾ☆*。

he’d kiss you everywhere he could reach and then scoop your hands in his and bring them to his lips for another shower of kithes (*'､^*)chu

and if you kiss him back??

this man will literally COMUST with uwus istg

like just imagine you brush your lips against his neck and then you gently nuzzle against him??

jaemin would melt in your embrace ♡(｡- ω -)

even if he did eventually go back to playing, he’d press kises anywhere in reach periodically cuz he’s soft like that

would also LOVE feeling your breath fan his neck he gets a unique feeling of comfort knowing that he has you so close to him (๑˃ᴗ˂)

“even if you were the impostor i’d still vote myself out for you”

the romanticism of this decade

Zhong Chenle

this boi is ruthless when playing video games

god frobid you’re in his way cuz you’re getting SQUASHED (｢⊙Д⊙)｢

he obvioulsy LOVES winning

but ya know what he loves more than winning???

𝓨𝓞�� ♡(㋭ ਊ ㋲)♡

so chenle is all (｡+･`ω･´)

“you waste of space move along!!!!” “shoot that gun straight dammit or i’ll shove it up yo- oh hey baby°˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°“

the moment you plop down on his lap and curl yourself up with your head tucked under his chin, his blazing eyes soften so cutely

and so raging kid chenle turns into best babyboi chenle (*•̀ᴗ•́*)و ̑̑

he M E L T S like he just leans into your touch and continues gaming A LOT more silently and just smiles absent-mindedly the entire time

“yo chenle you dead????” most likely jisung on the other side of the headphones

“no?” ｢(ﾟ<ﾟ)ﾞ??

“... guys he’s plotting something, reatreat!! i repeat, RETREAT!!!”

“what?? no, what do you mean by that !??!!!”

you stir as his voice rises in volume and chenle immediately settles down again and shushes you while patting your heah and threading his fingers through your hair carefully (*-ω-)

goes straight for jisung after that teammate or not rip jisung you’ll be missed but also bad choice to annoy a soft-for-only-my-baby chenle

Park Jisung

a bit flustered but just couldn’t refuse you when you cutely asked him with wide puppy eyes if you could sit in his lap to watch him play

probably short circuited for a good 2 minutes before he could produce and intelligible answer (ง ´͈౪`͈)ว

and that’s how you found yourself perched on his lap, facing the screen with curious eyes as jisung struggled as if his LIFE depended on it

“how do you jump?” (,Ծ_Ծ,)

“you can’t jump”

“what do you mean you can’t jump?? gravity doesn’t work like that” Σ(･ิ¬･ิ)

you’re like 2 newborn babies running wild and unsupervised

“jisung, that character looks like you when you’re constipated” (๑꒪▿꒪)*

cue cackling from the devil spawns on the other side

he’s gonna keep in mind this betrayal UNTIL THE END OF TIME beware

if you catch sight of one of his hands not working away i bet my allowance you’ll have this uncontrollable urge to hold it in yours DO IT I NEED MY ALLOWANCE DON’T BE SHY

of course he’ll automatically intertwine your fingers together and bring them up for a chaste kiss ～(^з^)-♡

and i know for sure that he won’t have the heart to let go of it even when he needs it to play sigh jisung you SIMP

he’s gonna get scolded and teased by the other later but ya know

at least he ain’t no touch starved coward ¯\(°_o)/¯

he gets grounded for that by jaemin

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GOING TO AN ESCAPE ROOM WITH ENHYPEN !

PAIRING: boyfriend!enha x gn!reader. GENRE: established relationship, fluff, crack. WARNINGS: profanity (not that much tho), mentions of death (?). WORD COUNT: 100 - 200 each member.

HEESEUNG:

the two of you were so pumped playing an escape room together for the first time that the other people in line had to calm you guys down (which was trully embarrassing to say the least 🤐🤐)

he was looking at the ranking board filled with pictures of players that had succeeded in the shortest amount of time and he just wanted nothing more than to see both your faces on there

but anyways, we all know how competitive heeseung gets 🕴️

oh boy let me tell you, this guy WAS SPEEDRUNNING IT but not the kind you were thinking

the second the timer had started he was literally SPRINTING AROUND THE ROOM LOOKING FOR CLUES YET COMPLETELY MISSING THEM 🏃‍♂️💨💨💨

while he was busy running around, you were picking up the little details in the room and in no time managed to open a few locks

"y/n look i found– oh 😐😑😐"

HE WAS SULKING PLSSS 😭😭😭

when you noticed him standing from afar staring at you with his arms crossed, you called him to solve this one puzzle you already did

*gasps* "oh no! babe i don't understand how to do this, please help me 😔😔🤥🙏🙏"

he had to bite his lower lip to stop himself from letting out that cocky grin but it got out eventually

"oh it's so easy sweetheart, just put this here and then voila! 😉"

when the two of you escaped you suprisingly got to take a polaroid with him home after ranking 2nd in the records

heeseung was the one who held onto it tho, placing it underneath his clear phonecase for safekeeping <3

JAY:

GOD THIS DUDE

THE ESCAPE ROOM WASN'T EVEN THAT SCARY AND YET EVERYTIME YOU GUYS OPEN A LOCK OR A DOOR HIS FIGHT OR FLIGHT INSTINCTS COME UP 😭😭👊👊

"y/n stay behind me >:(("

"um, babe, you do realize that's just a door right?"

"WE'LL BETTER SAFE THAN SORRY?? THE STAFF COULD'VE PROGRAMMED IT TO GROW LEGS?? 😵🧐🧐"

you knew you shouldn't have played horror games with him a few nights ago cause he looked like he was about to lose his mind 😔

you had to shove his ass aside and move on to the next mission cause the both of you knew that he was stalling 🏌️‍♀️

jay was being extra clingy the whole time you were playing, he'd either link arms with you or hold hands (he's literally so adorable) 💞💞

BUT THEN YOU THOUGHT OF DOING A PRANK ON HIM

while you were roaming around the room trying to solve a puzzle, you saw this horse mask on a nearby table

and so you made sure jay was distracted and put on the mask

you could've NOT worn the dusty old thing but where was the fun in that?

"jay can you come here for a sec?"

you hid behind the wall beside the door frame waiting for him to come into your sight and attacked him

now, how about we guess what happens next?

a. he faints

b. he runs away

or c. he slaps you in the face and forces you to buy him food for the rest of the night

if you guessed c then YAY! YOU'RE CORRECT 🥳🎉🎉🎊

THIS HOE SLAPS YOU AS HE SHOULD

"$##/@+(+'£%(:?!!)&£**/*%@"

when he finally takes off the mask like those scenes in scooby doo he's never felt so betrayed in his life

"i- I TRUSTED YOU 😭😭😭 YOU BETTER BUY ME FOOD LATER, I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS, THE BETRAYAL???? LITERALLY UNPROVOKED?????"

he wouldn't stop side eyeing you until you guys finally pulled up on the mcdonalds drive thru

"hi, can i get two um– bts meals please? 😒😒 and two oreo mc flurries 🙄🙄 and also large fries 😐😐"

sane (1/3)

would be trailing behind you like a little puppy (i love him so much 😭😭😭)

he either has his arm linked with yours or held hands every five minutes

JAKE:

really focused on the puzzles he's doing but the second he hears you call out his name for help he's there beside you with the sweetest smile

but anyways, mans was POPPING OFF the entire time you were playing

he was solving problem after problem in no time (he wanted to impress you is why he activated his inner flash ⚡⚡) but he did let you play tho, the last thing he wanted to do was make you pissed at him for hogging all the games

def buried jake with compliments and forehead kisses right after ❤️__❤️

and so the two of you got out in like an hour and a few which you were very proud of

"you were so cool today babe, good job !!"

"aww thank you angel 😊😊"

sane (2/3)

SUNGHOON:

would be linking pinkies with you the whole time, only letting go whenever the both of you had to solve something that needed two or more people

there was this one game tho where he had to arm wrestle this literal hand lever to open the door to the last room (yea...don’t ask why, the staffs were pretty weird 😬😬)

it made him enjoy the experience a bit more as it was only the two of you playing instead of getting accompanied by strangers

HGAWAHSGDHSGHDA PLSS THIS GUY

“oh this’ll be easy, y/n step aside, i’ll handle this 😏😏😏”

idk if you were supposed to think about how handsome he looked with his serious expression on and his veiny hands coming into frame or be worried for him because the lever was REAL HARD to pull that his veins looked like they were going to pop any second soon, you stepped in and helped him tho cause you were a good s/o <3

from a spectators point of view, the two of you looked like y’all were about shit your pants but the two of you eventually succeeded on beating it, immediately dragging him to the next room which had a sofa in it, laying down to catch your breaths

cliché moment ahead ⚠️⚠️

the two of you shared a few laughs before standing up on the empty space, held hands and started to jump in circles to celebrate your success 💃💃

yupp, y’all were never going back to that hellhole again

very stubborn at first, he wanted nothing to do with the game but then you held him at gunpoint by saying:

SUNOO:

"please just this once or else i'll revoke your mint choco ice cream rights 🔫🔫🔫"

"BUT IT'S SCARY IN THERE BABE :((("

"it won't be that scary sunshine, besides, i'll be ready to 🤜💥 yk?? trust me babe i would never let anyone hurt you <33"

kinda pissed since you blackmailed him into the place and also bc he wanted to play bumper cars and dance mania but he yea he caved in pretty quick 😋😋

(y/n let him play his games in peace tf >:(((( )

once you guys got in tho he realized how normal it was and that it was not terrifying at all

THE EPITOME OF CLINGY OMFG

he wouldn't stop back hugging you and you couldn't bring yourself to push him away to play the games so you just let him walk behind you with his arms on your shoulders 😩😩

(y'all were walking kinda funny but don't tell sunoo that 🤫🤫🤫)

yea the two of you ended up escaping with a whopping 2 hours and a few minutes

but it was the effort that counts so A+++++ for the both if you 😜👍👍👍

sane (3/3)

JUNGWON:

was the one who suggested going, he even searched on naver about really good escape room places to visit and was overall really looking forward it

he liked going to places and having fun with you so it wasn't a shock how his eyes were literally crescents and his dimples were so evident

yea he literally rushed the both of you to the place that you were the first in line 😵

while waiting for the staff to finish setting up he was playing with your connected hands like 🖐️✊🖐️✊ (so precious 💞💞)

"y/n why are you taking so long 😭😭 what if they close and we end up not solving a single lock, hurry up por favorrr 😩🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏"

when they finally lead you to the room he was kind of surprised that they had separated the two of you into different spaces (like the one with txt where they had the answers to the other member's puzzles yk???)

he was locked inside a telephone stand while you were handcuffed in the main room

dw the two of you reunited after a few minutes cause jungwon was rushing his lock to get to you 🤭

you both were progressing at an average pace and it made you guys a lot more closer (not that you guys weren't before but you get what i mean)

after you guys escaped the two of you went to eat curry and talked about the whole experience 😋✌️✌️✌️

this boy literally dragged you in the escape room with him

NIKI:

HE DIDN'T EVEN GIVE YOU TIME TO REFUSE HE JUST 😐👉🚪

"ok masterchefs, in order to test your abilities we must go through series of puzzles and make it out alive, understood?"

he tried ignoring how confused you were and went on to try and get you guys to escape

HE'S LAUGHING AT YOU FOR WHATEVER REASON AND OBV YOU LAUGH ASWELL CAUSE WHO WOULDN'T??? his laugh is so contagious pls 🤖🤖 he was so close to d wording cause he couldn't breathe from laughing too much

yea.. you guys spent so much time laughing at each other for being so dumb at this that you ended up playing 'till closing time

spoiler alert: he fails on doing anything cause the second you made eye contact with him this child collapses 😍🤩

GIRL SO EMBARRASSING 🤡🤡

THE STAFF KICKED THE BOTH OF YOU OUT AND NOW YOU GUYS WERE BANNED FROM THE PLACE ☠️☠️

"haunted house next weekend???"

"BET"

NOTE – god they were WAY funnier in my head but yeah.... i love them so much AND OMFG HAVE YOU GUYS SEEN HEESEUNG’S SELCAS LAST NIGHT???!?@??#?@?!?@ HE’S NOT REAL WTF ⁉️❓❓⁉️

also, idk why BUT EVERY TIME I SAVE A DRAFT the paragraphs get scrambled?? £!?) 6=6) 🤣😂💔💔🤣🤣😂💔 it's so annoying but anyways, ilysm pls stay safe and have a great day <33

#enhypen #enhypen drabbles #enhypen reactions #enhypen imagines #enhypen fluff #enhypen x gender neutral reader #heeseung x reader #jay x reader #jake x reader #sunghoon x reader #sunoo x reader #jungwon x reader #niki x reader #jungw8ns

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