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ateezscupid · 1 year

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hwas part NEEDS to be a ff

HELP HELP HELP i just saw this now, i was hoping someone asked 😭. and i’m so so sorry for seeing this late, the notification did NOT come in. i also changed it up a bit, hope you like ittt!

precious ✩ 𝗌𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗁𝗐𝖺 𝗑 𝖿!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

plot - seonghwa cant focus when you overstim him during work.

genre - smut and fluff (if you squint)

warnings - switch!hwa x switch f!reader, sugar daddy!hwa, non!idol au, oral (both), facesitting, begging, masturbation, praising and degrading, fingering (f receiving), use of toys, dirty talk, pet names

wc - 3.5k

“do you have to go in today?” you crawl to the edge of the bed and pout. you hated waking up late to see your boyfriend already dressed and ready for work. not only would you be home alone for most of the day, but it would be like this monday through friday. honestly, it was expected. dating a man who was the CEO of a major tech company, you should’ve seen this coming.

“i don’t have to work that much today, so you don’t need to wait too long, baby.” seonghwa said as he buttoned his shirt. you could lie, though. he looked hot in a shit and tie.

“okay… what time do you think you’ll be coming home? i found this movie i wanna watch-“

“just because i said i’d be home early doesn’t mean i’ll stop working. i mean, i know i said i didn’t have to work they much but i still need to send and respond to emails. that and i have a whole bunch of people who i need to supervise or have interviews and meetings with. my schedule today is very… booked.” hwa turns to you with a frown.

“so you won’t be free at all today? not even for a second? are you even gonna stop and have lunch? you’re always working and it leaves me home alone. why cant you work from home like me?” this wouldn’t be the first time you tried convincing him to work from home.

“how many times are you going to ask me that and how many times am i going to say i can’t?” he chuckled at your cuteness. seonghwa walks over to you and places a hand on your cheek, kissing your forehead to try and stop you’re complaining. he’s gotten used to it, but he still felt bad whenever he left to get into his car.

“i still think it’s worth trying.” you finally get off of the bed and stand behind him, peeking over his shoulder to watch him fix his tie. you wrap your arms around his waist and rest your cheek against his back.

“can i at least get a kiss goodbye?” you pour. seonghwa looked at you through the mirror and chuckles.

“love, you know if i start kissing you, i won’t be able to stop.”

“then don’t.” you reply. “i know you stop at dunkin’ donuts before you get on the highway, which means you leave twenty minutes earlier than you should. we have twenty minutes.”

“how the hell did you know i stop at—did you put a tracker on my phone again?” he chuckled, obviously not weirded out but flattered.

“no! i keep seeing dunkin’ donuts gift cards all over the place.” you let go of him. “and i checked your purchases on your card, nothing major.”

seonghwa turned to you and started laughing. you were so cute, he couldn’t deny your request. and you weren’t wrong, he was stopping at dunkin’ donuts before he actually had to get on the road and go to work. he places his hands on your shoulders.

“alright, twenty minutes. and after, we can try that idea you’ve always wanted to do.” he smiles and gently pushed you into the bed, making you lay on your back.

“the toy idea? see, i wanted to get one of those plugs for your prostate but i saw a cock ring that vibrated so i had to go for the second option!” you cheekily smile.

“you were about to buy me a butt plug?” hwa asked as he was undoing his tie.

“i wasn’t about to, i did.” you giggle. “if you don’t want it, i’ll take it. or you could give it to one of your horny little friends. i mean wooyoung.”

“no no, i’ll try it out. that fact that those four words willingly came out of my mouth says i don’t mind.”

that’s another thing you loved about seonghwa. he wasn’t afraid to try anything new, even if it was embarrassing. you did ask if he wanted to try wearing fishnets and he said no, but at least he gave it a bit of thought before turning down the ides when it was presented to him. all he wanted was to make you happy.

as if getting you multiple credit and debit cards wasn’t enough, he’d go out of his way to buy you things he knew you’d like. for example, those diamond earrings you two saw in the mall that one day. you didn’t bring them up again after, but he saw the way you looked at them. you wanted them. you were fully aware seonghwa was loaded, but you didn’t take advantage of that.

the only things you’ve spent a ton of money on is birthday parties, gifts and fancies, and clothes. most of the clothes and gifts were for you, but the rest were for seonghwa. it was your way of saying thank you for everything he’s done.

“seventeen minutes left.” you blurt out. “i know what we can do, or what i can do, let me suck you off!” you smile wide.

“or i could eat you out. i know i haven’t done it in a while and you seem to love my tongue.” hwa said as he stepped closer to you, messing with the strands of the tank top you had on.

“i think you have an obsession with eating me out, seonghwa.” you grab onto his shirt and pulled him over top of you, pecking him on the lips. “but i’m not completely against it.”

“oh? then sit on my face.” he tilts his head with a smile. “i’ll go easy on you since i know you have a meeting today. i don’t want you to be tired.”

“aw, you’re too kind.” his words make you blush. you sit up and scoot back on the bed. seonghwa kicked his shoes off and got on the bed next to you, laying on his back and pulling you over top of him. he grabs your hips and makes sure you were directly over his mouth. he looked hungry just looking at you.

luckily, you only wore a tank top and underwear to bed. he shifts your panties to the side and lowers your hips onto his face, earning a moan from you. you hold onto the headboard of your bed once you feel his tongue lick at your folds. now you’re desperately clinging onto the headboard trying to keep yourself stable.

the way he worked his tongue made you cry out in pleasure, lips wrapped around your clit with his tongue licking against the sensitive bud. your hand flew down and grabbed a handful of his hair, grinding your hips onto his mouth for more friction.

“mm, h-hwa…” you moaned, throwing your head back when two fingers started prodding at your hole. you needed to get away from his face, otherwise you’d squirt on him. you don’t want to do that.

“seonghwa, wai—“ before you could finish, his fingers entered you. he wasted no time pushing and pulling his fingers, curling them to hit the sensitive spots inside of you. your back arched and your thighs squeezed against his face. you were so close already, you needed to let go. he hummed against your heat, sending vibrations through your core.

you look down at him, making eye contact. his pretty brown orbs, you couldn’t help but think he looked adorable while trying to make you cum. as demanding and strict he was sometimes, he was soft when it came to you. of course he had his moments where he’d fuck you so hard, you actually thought he broke your back, but overall he was a big softie who wanted nothing more but to hear your pretty moans.

“hwa, i-i’m close!” you whimper, now gripping handfuls of his hair with both of your hands. you’re surprised how he didn’t have any bald spots yet because when you pull, you pull hard. it didn’t seem to bother him though.

“cum, baby, please.” he huffed against your pussy, continuing to finger you as you moved your hips back and forth to try and cum faster. and then, it happened. you came all over his fingers. seonghwa put his mouth back on you to lick up all of your juices, making sure not to miss a single drop as you came.

you felt like you were levitating once you did. he always managed to make you cum super hard, and he’d lick up what came out. it didn’t matter if he busted his load in you or not, he just wanted to eat you out.

your body almost flips onto his when coming down from your high. gently, seonghwa brings your body down and rests you on his lap, rubbing your back to calm you down. you two didn’t have much time for after care, but you didn’t mind this time. in fact, you were too lightheaded to even realize.

“you eat me out like a starved man…” you huffed, falling into him and breathing heavily on his chest. “i can’t even feel my legs all the way.”

“you’re adorable.” he kisses your forehead and sits up slowly not to startle you. “you still wanna use the toys on me?”

your head perked up upon hearing those words. then, you stood as if the feeling in your legs came back instantly. you get off of the bed and rush over to your side of the closet, grabbing a small black plastic bag that hung on the back of it. you take out a plug and a cocking, then the two remotes that go with it. seonghwa seemed nervous just looking at the toys, but he wasn’t one to judge a book by its cover.

“you’re still okay with using these, right?” you ask. he nods his head quickly and scoots to the edge of the bed. he was definitely happy, so there was that.

“alright, bend over.”

he was a taken aback from hearing those words from from you, but it obviously wasn’t the first time he’s heard them. he does so without word, moving his pants and boxers down enough so you could put the toys on him. he was already semi-hard.

you grab a small bottle of lube from your nightstand and open it, squeezing some onto the plug first. you giggle and press it against him before pushing it inside. he thought you were lying when you said it stimulated your prostate. his body jolts forward, a moan coming from his parted lips and you couldn’t help but giggle. it must’ve been pressing on it roughly for him to respond like that.

then the cockring. you grab his erection from behind gently put the ring around him. hwa forgot how tight the rings were since he hadn’t worn one in a long time. he definitely needed to dress casually today. a suit wasn’t going to help him conceal this at all. he didn’t want to feel his pants getting tight while talking to his co-workers.

“okay, now to test the vibrator part to make sure they work!” you say as you look at the remotes in your free hand. now holding one in each, you look at the plug vibrator. you giggle a bit before turning it up to three.

seonghwa didn’t even bother trying to stay up. he fell to his knees, his arms still resting on the mattress as his entire body trembled. the new sensation was a bit different than before.

“holy fucking—“ he began, closing his eyes as his chest began heaving up and down. “fuck fuck fuck, oh my fucking god.”

“it’s not even at the highest setting!” you laugh. “you wanna test the highest setting?”

“please, i just wanna—shitshitshitshit!” he grips the bed sheets once his plug is at the top speed. he didn’t even try silencing his moans, he felt like he was going crazy. he hid his face in his arms and arched his back, shaking his head as if he were telling you to turn it down, and you did. he fell limp, panting heavily.

“you still want me to try the ring-“

“please, oh my god..” he whined. you happily oblige and look at the remote for the cockring, turning it to the top speed. you saw him reach down, holding his cock in his hands when he felt the vibrations. he was semi-hard, but now he’s red and pulsing. that was quicker than you imagined.

“b-baby, get…get my lounge outfit, please.” he huffs. you turn the vibrations off and walk over toward the closet. you grab the black hoodie and grey sweatpants he was talking about, rushing back over and sitting them on the bed in front of them.

“you look like a whore down there.” you giggle. “using these toys are gonna be fun!”

“y/n, oh my gosh.” seonghwa moaned into his hand. he thought he would be able to handle both vibrators at once, but he was terribly mistaken.

“hmm?” you hum into the phone, swaying back and forth. you were in the kitchen making cookies for when he got back, while also having the two remotes placed next to you. the ring’s speed was at 5, while his plug was at a 6. it was only a matter of time until you put them both at ten.

“i cant focus when you have these—please just come down here. i’m begging you.” he whimpers into the phone. you didn’t say anything as you dumped a bag of chocolate chips into a bowl.

“y/n, p-please.” hwa begged. he’s been begging for the past two hours. begging for you to come to his workplace and fuck the shit out of him, and begging for his release. the orgasm denial part wasn’t even your choice, it was his. he only made it harder on himself.

“give me a good reason to go down there and maybe i will.” you looked at your phone, grabbing a spoon and mixing the ingredients in your bowl.

“i-if you come… i’ll—fuck,” he couldn’t even finish his sentences. the sensation was making him feel lightheaded. he needed to push through this. “if you come, i-i’ll take a week off j-just for you.”

“a week? that’s generous.” you say, pushing your phone away from you and getting ready to roll up the cookie dough. on the other side of the phone, you heard seonghwa shuffling around at his desk. it was clear he was struggling to sit still. you couldn’t blame him since he did have a vibrator inside of him.

“baby, please, can i at least touch myself…” he asked as he continued to shift around in his seat. that made you laugh.

“i thought you needed to focus on something? you said you needed to focus.”

“i’m trying to focus on not driving home right this second and pinning you to the bed.” seonghwa mumbled. you heard this and went quiet. he went quiet as well, which was enough to tell you he knew he was wrong. you click your tongue and nod slowly, walking toward the sink and beginning to wash your hands.

“y-y/n?” he spoke. he was so adorable. hwa cleared his throat to try and distract himself from what he said, acting as if he was looking at something else. “i-i think i’m fine—“

you turned both of the vibrators up to ten.you took the two remotes and brought them to the bedroom, putting them in a drawer then walking back into the living room. you were waiting for seonghwa to act up to do that.

“you okay, hwa?” you ask into the phone, hearing his whimpers and moans as he grips onto the desk in front of him.

“f-fuck, i’m sorry i’m so sorry, t-turn them down, please!” he pushed his chair back and lurched forward, shuddering trying to control himself. he failed miserably. his pants were tightening around him, even though he was wearing sweats, and his body was heating up faster than before. he felt like he was going to explode.

“i’ll be there in thirty minutes.” you say before hanging up.

seonghwa looked around his office for some sort of relief. he needed to do something. he knew you weren’t going to allow him to touch himself, but you never said he couldn’t—

“the couch.” he mumbles. he was going to hump the couch. he scrambled out of his chair and rushed toward the windows that see through his office, rolling the blinds down and flipping the sign in front to “do not disturb”. he was glad he hadn’t gotten rid of that sign.

seonghwa walked over to his sofa and grabbed a pillow, placing it down then laying down so his waist was right on the pillow. he pulls his pants down then his boxers, positioning himself then lowering himself onto the pillow. he let out a sigh of relief once he felt the soft fabric of the pillow touch his throbbing erection. it was painful even moving, so he hoped this would help him.

he didn’t wait to start thrusting wildly onto the pillow, his fist on the armrest of the couch and his forehead resting on it. he was so horny, he couldn’t even think. his hips stuttered, not just because he was already close to release, but because of the butt plug and cockring working simultaneously to drive him crazy.

“y/n…” he moans your name, now with one hand gripping the armrest and the other holding the pillow in place. he needed to cum. he didn’t care if he got it in the couch or not, he needed to let go. it was painful holding it in, and even worse that he was being stimulated while sensitive.

“f-fuck, so close… s-so close,” he mutters to himself, eyes shut tight with his chest heaving up and down. all he needed to do was cum and all of this would be over. or, it would be over once you came.

before he was able to cum, you barged into his office and shut the door behind you, pulling him up by his hair and causing him to halt his movement. you’ve never seen him this desperate before.”

“seonghwa… look at you,” you chuckle quietly. “humping your pillow like a pathetic slut. you couldn’t even wait thirty minutes.”

“p-please, y/n i cant…” his glossy eyes look into yours. “touch me, p-please please please. i’ll be good, just please.”

“hm. you want me to touch you, pretty boy?” you raise your eyebrow then sit down on the sofa next to him. he struggles to even sit up, scooting closer and shoving his face into your neck. you get off the couch and crouch down in front of him, curling your fingers around his cock and admiring it. it was red and veiny, pulsing as if it was telling you to suck it off.

you loved how seonghwa’s body set off every sensor in your body. yeah, you loved taking control of him, but whenever you had the chance you couldn’t help but feel like you were slipping into sub space. his moans were so cute, you’d get drunk off of them.

opening your mouth, you enveloped his tip with your lips, causing his body to jerk and his hips to thrust up into your mouth. he pushed his cock further into your mouth, and you happily took him down your throat.

“g-god, your mouth…” he entangled his fingers in your hair, moaning loudly. he didn’t care about his coworkers hearing him anymore, he needed some sort of relief.

“you’re driving me crazy, y/n.” he whimpered. you bring your head back up and use both of your hands to wrap around his member. not even a second later, you were sucking him off as if you were in a porno. you were getting into it without giving him time to prepare.

“mm, my p-pretty girl,” seonghwa whimpers as he approaches his climax. his moans became louder and the grip on your head getting tighter. “y-you’re such a slut for me.”

then, seonghwa’s back arched. he placed both of his hands on the sofa and gripped onto the couch cushions, hips digging back into it as he moaned. you felt your mouth full with his juices. he was in complete ecstasy when you looked up, face flushed and his jaw hung. his thighs shook underneath you as he emptied his load inside your mouth.

it was tingly, it was good, and he felt like you were milking him dry. and as you swallowed his mess, your hand grazed his shaky thigh gently as a way to calm him down. he didn’t have a clue whether to keep his mouth open or close it. his orgasm was so powerful, his mind went blank.

“p-please, please please please…” seonghwa begs silently, chest heaving. “you’re so good, so so good for me. i love you, princess.”

you take your mouth off of his length and smile, finally getting up and pecking him on the lips.

“i love you too, my prince.”

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cherryasagiri · 1 year

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Him? Really? Why?

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Pairing: Jason x oc

Summary: Jason had a very important question he needed to ask his wife, and the answer was not something he expected.

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“Hey, can I ask you a question? Was there someone before me? I mean… before I came back from being dead and all,” Jason asked as he stared hard at his wife. He wasn’t worried about finding out that the mother of his child had been with other people while he was dead. He very much inwardly encouraged her to live her life without him. There was no card to play in the bat family to think of ways to bring the dead Robin back to life, so he would have never wanted his childhood lover to grieve him to the point she would lose out on finding her true love. If there was a way for her to find happiness without him, he wanted her to know beyond the grave that he fully supported her decisions because, to him, the heartfelt smile she donned for him should be shared with someone she could love again.

While Jason was lost in thought, he failed to realize the woman standing before him jumped slightly from the random question, steeling herself hastily before Jason caught on. Her eyes darted around, trying to make sure hers never met his while her brain tried to devise a lie that would make the most sense. It was no secret to the others who lived in the house of the identity of the one other man she had been involved with, but she couldn't handle telling her spouse the truth. Her hands felt damp, the sweat pooling in the middle of her palms from the tight fist she was making. There was no easy way to get out of telling him her embarrassing truth without knowing how he would react when she finally confessed. Nothing about her past relationship was even remotely negative; the man's identity in question bothered her. The jokes, teasing, and slight bullying she would receive all over again flooded her mind as an airy sigh left her parted lips before she finally gave in and gazed into his eyes.

“Haa, yeah. I was sleeping with someone else a year before you came back into my life,” she admitted, her heart racing if just a little bit for a whole other reason. She was praying for a miracle which is never a good thing for her to do because it never happens.

“Who was I–” Before he could ask his question fully, Nafula swiftly interrupted him.

“Don’t ask,”

“But why?”

“You don’t need to know who it is,” Nafula replied, hoping this little inquisition was over. However, with her luck, only a miracle could get her out of this. It was like speaking of the devil, and he shall appear, but it wasn't the devil to show his horns; this was much worse. There had been instances where she was caught up in Scarecrow’s fear toxin, caught off guard by Cobblepot’s strongest goons that left her with a broken rib, and been through twelve hours of screaming through childbirth. But nothing compares to, again, admitting to the identity of a man who had blown her back out to the gods.

As this little conversation was being had, an older male passed through. A fresh batch of coffee filling his ‘Best Dad for Taking Care of an Alien Daughter’ in small enough print to fit duplicates on both sides of the mug, font sitting on top of a blue painted hydrangea bunch that Nafula made for him for father’s day the first year after her daughter was born. It was his favorite cup, not that he would let it be known to his daughter so that he could spare himself of his embarrassment and teasing from his flesh and blood.

The pungent aroma filled his nostrils while calming his tense muscles from the night before, ensuring all his plans for the next couple of days were completely and utterly perfect. It was a day-to-day stress he gladly put on himself if that meant Gotham got to sleep safely for another day. He was thinking about what he would do for the day when a booming vibration suddenly cut through. A vocal sigh passed his lips after immediately realizing it was his noisy firstborn spawn. Before he could reprimand her, Jason’s question left his mouth, sending a heavy shiver up Bruce’s spine. No names were said; however, their conversation had brought up the only person his precious gift from above had ever been with.

“Please don't tell me he's coming here?” he deadpanned in his daughter’s direction, the woman now raising an eyebrow toward her father. Bruce made himself known to the pair when he spoke up while trudging his way over to them. Bruce was worried that the other, other, other bane of his existence was going to make an appearance at his home unannounced. There was nothing he liked about that man, especially for his child. Nonetheless, this wasn't about him and his love life, it was Nafula’s, and he had to respect her decisions. Bruce knew this man would never hurt his daughter, and he brought true happiness back into her life for the first time after Jason’s death, so he tolerated the man.

Jason tilted his head slightly to look at Bruce and his wife effortlessly. There was something that they were hiding, and he hated being left in the dark, especially when it had to do with his wife. She doesn't like it when he hides things from her, so why should she? Jason was getting a bit ticked off the more he thought about it, yet he kept calm because he knew he was putting more work into his brain than he should. “No, dad, he’s not coming… I didnt want to talk about him because I know how you feel about him,” Nafula explained, letting her face relax after a lifetime of holding that accusatory look. “What man are we talking about exactly?” Jason questions, hoping the big bat will spill the beans. “That idiot Boos–” Bruce was quickly cut off when his powered child flew over to him and covered his mouth as quickly as she could. His eyes widened when he had a chance to compute what was happening; the only time he let his guard down was when he was around his children at home, and even then, that was rare.

The hand over his mouth was tight, and the look in her eye was deadly. That's all it took for him to get why she was trying to hide it entirely. A smirk formed on his lips, and Nafula felt it. She grunted slightly, hiding what she wanted to say. Jason watched the interaction and replayed what Bruce had said repeatedly in his head. There was a lightbulb in his head, his eyes moving from Bruce to his wife with a knowing look she caught the second their pupils met. A teasing smirk danced on Jason’s lips, his head spinning with many things he would like to address but could only come up with, “So… you fucked Booster Gold?” he questioned in between laughs, knowing full well the answer to this but needed to hear it from the mouth that kissed that star-studded idiot.

Nafula’s deadly eye contact came back, this time aimed at her husband, who couldn't hold back his fit of laughter. She finally removed her hands from Bruce’s lips with a defeated sigh, her right hand coming up to pinch the bridge of her nose in slight frustration. There was a crack in Bruce’s tight-lipped grin; watching the interaction between children swelled his heart. As much as he wanted to stay to watch the whole thing play out, he was needed elsewhere, so he turned on his heels and left the pair.

“You must have a thing for complete airheads,” Jason snickered, not letting any of this go now that he knew who it was. He had so many questions.

“Booty is a good guy and really smart, actually. Yeah, he’s carefree and egotistical, but… there was a charm to his words and actions that I… wait, why the fuck am I defending him to you!” she responded in a harsh tone, but that didnt steer Jason away it only egged him on.

“Booty!? Were you calling him Booty?? What kind of pet name is that?” Jason howled, his laughter getting louder and wheezier. He had gasped for air a few times, trying to control his breathing but thinking of the pet name she gave Booster only made him laugh harder, much to Nafula’s chagrin.

“Listen, I thought it was cute, and so did he. He loved it, actually. Made him feel special,”

“I bet it did; he’s just as weird as you are,”

“That also makes you just as weird as us because you love me, and so did he,”

“I guess you’re right… would you fuck him again while I watched?”

��Yes,”

“.................... you’re joking right…. Right?”

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magical-mistakes-vm · 8 months

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As she finished speaking, Mahala wasn’t sure if he was more shocked by everything that poured from her lips or she was. Her voice had been firm, her eyes meeting his evenly, and she had somehow kept from shaking. Now was only to see what he said. Would he admit what he was thinking, what was swirling behind those hazel eyes of him that seemed to be shifting colors already in the light of the kitchen?

And now we find out how our Master Warlock responds.

Once more Vollrath found himself wanting to throttle the witch in front of him and kiss her till she was breathless at the same time. Even his best friends would have been proud of her for challenging him like she just had, and he was. His jaw clenching to keep him from snapping at her, not because she was wrong or out of line, but out of a defense mechanism to keep anyone from getting to close, he took deep breaths through his nose as he took another step closer to her and used his hand still on her hip to pull her flush against him. His eyes never left hers, and it was an intense stare he expected her to wither from, but once more the little witch before him surprised him and straightened more to face off against him with a fire in her eyes that called him like he was a moth. He was NOT going to let her go, and her threat to walk away from him sparked something in him, a desperation to stop her in any way he needed to.

"It appears we've already had our first miscommunication, Mahala." He breathed out heavy through his nose, shutting his mouth once more to keep from making it worse and leading to an actual fight. A few more breaths and he continued, "I was not saying I'm not attracted or that I don't want you to flirt, although I will not lie and say I would prefer of the three of us that it was with me you flirted with, if you do. I won’t even deny that I find you desirable and hard to resist." That at least got him a raised corner of her mouth. He sighed and gently pulled his wrist back from her hand to take that hand gently in his. "Let me try this a different way, okay?"

Once Mahala nodded he lowered his head down so their foreheads were touching. He would have to focus on keeping his voice low which meant also choosing his words better. "You are the strongest witch I've ever met, and I don't know if it's that or something else that is drawing us together but I feel it. I want to protect you, Mahala, I want you to feel safe, I want to help you discover what you truly are, and I want to share a whole bunch of wonderful firsts with you involved that…but not just with that, I just don’t normally have to put it all into words. What I don't want is for you to have the wrong idea of what my life is like or I'm like and that be what ruins things. I can assure you I'm quite capable on my own."

Vollrath closed his eyes, still feeling the weight of her gaze and took a deep breath. "Letting people in, letting people close, doesn't happen often with me." His eyes opened, and he saw confusion swirling in her eyes. "That doesn't mean it won't, it's just hard." His jaw tensed. "I don't do casual relationships because of that. So as we work together if you can't…" He swallowed. Fuck he hated how many times as an younger man he'd been told both he and his love weren't worth it. His heart ached and he fought the notion of telling her to forget it and he'd have Baldur train her. It was then that the thought of his best friend touching her, having his arms around her as he taught her spells just about had him committing violence. Was he losing his mind?

"Vollrath?" His name, soft and quiet as a prayer, and the sensation of Mahala’s hand against his cheek had him opening his eyes to gaze back into hers. He didn't even realize he'd closed them, and he wondered how long he'd stood there lost in his own thoughts.

"What's wrong?" Mahal asked, her voice no louder than the first. She could guess, but did not want to be wrong. A single tear started to escape his left eye and she gently wiped it with the pad of her thumb. How did they get here? The large male who could be intimidating in a heartbeat obviously in pain over…something?

He swallowed once more. "Just promise that if something develops you won't just walk away at the first sign of trouble or things not being a fairytale." Vollrath was actually pretty proud of himself for sounding a lot more calm than he was. He'd just told her how to wound him deepest and leave him destroyed in her wake.

Mahala searched his eyes once more for deception but found none, instead only his openness and a form of vulnerability. "I stopped believing in fairy tales a long time ago, Vollrath." She believed she at least now understood what he had meant before. "I'm also stubborn and have no problem speaking my mind. So, you'll always know what is on it. Just don't think that because you can boss everyone else around that you get to me as well." One side of her mouth rose as she smirked up at him.

A light chuckle shook his chest, "my darling little witch, I hate to break it to you but how else are you going to learn." Once more Vollrath was starting to relax as they both laughed at his teasing comment. His heart still ached and if she had pulled away from him, he wasn’t sure exactly what his reaction would have been.

"And what if I don't listen?" The smile that had lit up his whole face when he'd laughed had made her heart do something funny, so she decided to test the waters further and see if she could get another one.

"Defiance, eh?" He smirked, amused, and raised a brow. "You know there can be punishments arranged." He laughed as her eyes went wide and her mouth made a little "o". So close together still, he couldn't miss the laughter trying to hide in her eyes. "Although…I tend to prefer incentives better." He grinned and moved his hand from her hip onto her back.

They were so close Mahala had to wonder if Vollrath could hear or feel the thundering of her heart at the slight dip in his voice and the feel of his tightening hold on her. This man she knew almost nothing about was having serious effects on her. "And what incentives would those be? They might not work on someone like me."

By all the gods, Vollrath could easily fall for the untrained witch before him. Something so simple as playful banter seemed to elude former paramours, most having never been anything but overly serious. "Hmmm…for a worldly witch such as yourself? Starbucks? Cheesecake? Steak dinners? Trips to my cabin? Or…" He'd had her smiling and almost laughing, transfixed by the lights dancing in her eyes when his lips found hers. Soft , slow, and almost chaste, his first kiss in decades stole his breath and left him craving more.

When their lips parted, Mahala found herself looking up into his eyes that seemed to have shifted to an amber, the color of fine aged bourbon. "Or…or is very nice…" she somehow managed to stumble out, although her brain and heart were both aflutter at the moment. One soft kiss and Vollrath had left her a jumbled mess.

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cosmoknightchaos · 4 months

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Hehe>:3 1, 2, 6, and 8. (Do whatever character you’d like:3)

Oh boy! Any character I want! I'm going to do all of them.

There are 35 different characters listed below. I'm not kidding when I say the response is long.

What memory would your OC rather just forget?

The following OCs are from a project I've dubbed Project Scepsis OS, a futuristic dystopian featuring a failed science experiment, an amorphous blob, a shapeshifter who eats organs like jelly beans, and a depressed 40-year-old man.

Paisley, despite being trapped in a laboratory for most of their life, isn't that bothered by it. If anything, they'd just prefer to go through and get rid of a whole bunch of memories, to clear up space. It's like clearing photos from your storage. Also, they're definitely the type of person to stay up at night thinking about that one embarrassing moment from years ago, so they'd trash all of those.

Marci, on the other hand, desperately wants to forget most of its time in the lab. Especially before it met Paisley. All of that was hell for it and it wants to forget that.

Kat is a very "Sparkle off, it's Thursday, forget who you are" type of person. She doesn't want to remember a single thing and be consumed by the personality of whomever she eats. Life has not been kind to her after the war :(

Vincent would most likely want to forget his son's death. It would be so much easier to bury himself in his work if he didn't have the weight of his son's death looming over him, even if that is what caused him to become a workaholic in the first place. Either that or erase all memory and involvement in the Scepsis model, though unfortunately his name has gone down in history with that one and he will never escape it.

What's something about your OC that people wouldn't expect just from looking at them?

^This is Kat! She is a wanted war criminal across multiple planets for murder, cannibalism, and impersonation.

How easily could your OC be convinced to do something that goes against their moral compass?

Dill do you have any idea who you're talking to. I am the MASTER of the moral compass and how characters feel about it. I could write a full essay on a singular character's morals.

Moral compasses exist on a pentagram for me, with each angle being an extreme and every character existing on an extreme or somewhere in the middle. Congrats, you get all five extremes.

On the first point of the pentagon, the unbreakable and completely fucked compass. Myo, The Queen, and Flower, who may be so wrong in their actions but their compass has long been broken. The philosophy here is You cannot betray your moral compass if you don't have a compass to begin with. They're either too insane to have morals or whatever the fuck Queen is.

Second, our stubborn characters! Probably the biggest category of the extremes. Edge, Sky, Penelope, and Cosmo. While having a variety of personalities and motives, they all have very strict moral compasses. Not really strict in an uptight way, but they know where their loyalties lie and are so comfortable with that spot that it's gonna be ridiculously hard to break that. It doesn't matter if it's good or bad. It's just comfortable. However, with enough force, it can be broken- but that does require a lot of force.

On the next joint, characters like Altalune, Marion, or Anne, who's compasses are thrown to the wind every other Tuesday. High and mighty as they may think they are, both are giant hypocrites and will betray their moral compass the moment it becomes an inconvenience to their motives. There's also characters like Echo or Marc, who crumple like paper once put under the slightest pressure. They wouldn't betray their morals by themselves, but they fold like laundry when another person gives them orders.

Second to last are the traumatized folk. Gospel is probably the only real extreme of this group, but Kaizo is a very close second. This is for characters who have a strict moral compass at first, but after a certain event(s), their compass shatters and they have to go buy a new one. More often than not, that first set of morals isn't as healthy for them, and the new set helps them improve as people, but that doesn't mean it isn't earth-shatteringly traumatic and destroys everything they ever had faith in in the process.

Finally, the sporadic. Entropy! Tranquility by extent and pretty much all of my Higher Being/God/Godlike/God complex characters count too, but Entropy is the definitive extreme. The moral compass here functions like Captain Jack Sparrow's, simply pointing whatever way the character wants it to. It is fueled impulse, desire, and the Godlike arrogance and detachment from mortal life. There are no moralities, only fun and chaos.

Would your OC ostensibly be able to get away with murder?

Let's just go down the list, shall we? OCs are categorized by source material!

Beyond the Graves (OC) Marci/Marc: Normally, no, possessed than yes. And does canonically. Echo: Same as above! AJ: More likely to commit murder than the other two, but doesn't. Cosmo: Probably did? Doesn't seem like it. Queen: Definitely. Easily. Canonically. For funsies

Ivy (OC) Jenny: Nope! She would only kill someone if she had to, and she would not get away with it! Morgan: Same as above, only she's slightly more willing to commit murder Myo: Without hesitation

Project Scepsis OS (OC) Paisley: Although they do commit it, they wouldn't get away with it very well. Marci: If it would happen, it would be accidentally. It would latch on to a living organism and accidentally tear their mortal form apart. It would never do it intentionally. Kat: She eats people's organs for fun Vincent: Definitely not. Even if he is responsible for the war machine that killed hundreds if not thousands. Creator: Said war machine mentioned above

Where Time Stands Still//Stopwatch (OC) Penelope: Absolutely not. Baby girl Audun: Probably not Altalune: Definitely. And if he doesn't get away with it, then he'll kill whoever witnessed it. Tristen Kannaroe: Little bitch man. Unfortunately he has not committed murder but he would not get away with it, he would get caught, and he would get what he fucking deserves. Entropy: Do you know who we're even talking about. This is the fucking God of Chaos Tranquility: Ironically, for being the God of Death, they have never taken a life. However they would very easily get away with it if they needed to. Eternity/Stopwatch: I mean yeah probably. I think gods in general have a good track record of getting away with murder

The Religious Trauma Squad (Hollow Knight) Gospel: She wouldn't commit murder, but if she did she wouldn't leave a single trace. Eviscerated by lightning bitch Edge: Oh yeah. Absolutely. Gospel would know in a heartbeat. Marion: He put his days of murder behind him after he left the troupe! He's reformed now! (<-Nearly fought Edge to the death if Gospel hadn't stopped him)

The Horalo AU/Where Time Stands Still (A Hat In Time) Skyscreamer: Commits murder canonically and does NOT get away with it. Thanks Entropy Flower Man: Have you read the book Entropy: They are still the Deity of Chaos Kannaroe: Doesn't and don't get away with it

The Wanderer AU (A Hat In Time) Ester: Yes! The Gravedigger: Uh... does it count as murder if they're ghosts? Cathrine: Nope! Wouldn't hurt a fly <3 Adrianne: Would and get his ass caught. Idiot Tranquility: Still a pacifist!

My other AHIT OCs Anya: Nope! They'd whack you with a large branch, but that's about it. Kaizo: He would eat your insides like a muffin for breakfast.

That's as many as I can remember. Feel free to ask about any of these I guess.

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skaruresonic · 6 months

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welp it's officially 3 AM and now I have 'botnik family thoughts kicking around in my brain. yeet

when it comes to the Cousin AU, I sometimes cogitate on the concept of greatness being this alienating experience. of Ivo and Maria and Shadow and Gerald all being touched by its light, while that being precisely the thing that separates them. if stars come too close together, they will tear each other apart, and the force of mutually-assured destruction is considered natural. inevitable, even.

so you have these constellations orbiting each other in isolation, burning bright enough to dazzle from afar, but too bright for proximity. the light that consumes belies the coldness of space.

neither cousin had a mother, right. Maria tried to be a mother figure to Ivo when she was just a child herself. add Shadow to the mix and you have a bunch of confused kids trying to model behavior they've never seen, trying to compensate for a lack of parents in the picture.

Gerald tries to be the anchor, the head of the household, but he's blinded and conflicted somewhat by his affection, forced in the confusing role of being both parent and grandparent in the absence of Ivo's father. he's the only one qualified enough to teach Ivo (read: make him behave. somewhat), the only one who can keep an eye on Maria's condition, the only one who knows the full truth of Shadow's existence and how disastrous it would be if word were to get out.

he's an old man. he's exhausted. he wants to spoil the grandkids, not raise them. but he thinks, perhaps, this is a means of making up for not being at home when his own children were growing up. and so he has to fight his guilt, remember they're his grandchildren, not another chance at raising his son and daughter.

and Shadow. he wants Shadow to be free but must also keep him tucked close at his side because his birth is not something that will be accepted by a fear-mongering public. he has no way of comforting his son except to say, "you are not a pet, no matter what they say."

imagine how stunted such an environment would be, regardless of its gilded intentions. your bratty little cousin always getting his way because everyone around him is too caught up in their own personal mires to tell him no. and you have no way of extricating him because you're just as tangled up in the bramble you can neither see nor perceive, but which you know is slowly choking the life out of you.

and I think in some ways, it's really just about the differences in how Ivo, Shadow, and Maria cope in Gerald's absence, this looming figure in their lives. Ivo tries to define himself as standing above it all and Maria takes the opposite route and perhaps clings too closely to Shadow. she's not exactly innocent either because her relationship with Shadow brings up all kinds of issues of the blurred boundaries between personal responsibility and agency.

and ofc neither cousin will come right out and admit this isolation is a shaping force in their lives. that Maria's claustrophobic because expectations of Greatness shunts you onto an impossibly small pedestal and once you fall from it, it's too high to climb back up, so you try to lie to yourself and say you're content with never making another attempt.

and Eggman is like "lmao fuck everyone who isn't me" because he was never made to regard other people, he was Destined for Greatness and therefore made myopic by his own brilliance. and he hates, despises, that Maria is the only person left alive on Earth who remembers what should have been buried.

but then, why haven't you pulled the trigger? I've tried. you're just too stubborn to die.

I have thought about this extensively okay

#cousin au stuff #cousin au

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spry-the-artist · 5 months

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Yet another Frantic Fanfics solo run. Same stats as last time. A lot less structured then last time I feel, though I do enjoy this one a bit more since I never was all that into romance (which was last one’s main thing). I accidentally uploaded the image of the fic instead of the txt so I had to run it through an image to text translator. So, the prompts each part had are still visible (at the end of each part instead of the little “-“ separating everything)

TITLE: SELF IMPRISONEMENT

CHARACTERS : BENDY, SAMMY

There was about five different outcomes here, now that both Sammy and his “Lord” were stuck in the same room underground:

Sammy becomes free of his inky prison

Bendy kills Sammy

Sammy kills Bendy

They sit in silence

They become friends

Of course, Sammy was begging for the first option. No more summonings, no more sacrifices to attract his attention. They were stuck together, Bendy could no longer avoid him. After giving him so many meals throughout the years, well, Sammy felt like he was owed this.

Bendy would've been quite pleased with just eating the man, but Sammy wasn't just some Lost One or Searcher. He would put up a fight that Bendy quite simply didn't have the energy for. So, he had to settle for the other option he could feasibly do: becoming friends. Well, that and sitting in silence, but the two were practically immortal and it would start becoming long.

“So, uh, Sammy..."

Sammy straightened himself, “Yes, my lord?.

“You... wanna play something. Or... um... talk?"

The prophet wouldn't lie about how excited he was currently. But, he also couldn't lie that he was disappointed in not getting his prize immediately.

“I remember vaguely playing a game called Truth or Dare! It doesn't have an end so it could pleasure you for all eternity!”

PROMPT: TRAPPED UNDERGROUND

“Damn, we really do have all eternity, huh?" Anyways, what's the game about?”

***

“My Lord, truth or dare?”

The game was fun, don't get Bendy wrong, but they'd been playing it for well over 4 hours. Ah, well, may as well answer a few more.

“Truth”

Sammy went quiet for a good minute, his voice came back cold, "Why haven't you freed me from this inky prison?"

“Sammy, I-"

He became more agitated, "After everything I've done for you! I created a religion, I created your rituals, I even made sacrifices for you! There are now tens if not hundreds of lost souls who see you as their god! And yet, no matter what I do, you never give anything back!”

The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

“Sammy, you know that I'm the one supposed to tell stuff, right? Not you." Sammy grunted, "Answer My Question”

“talks a lot for a guy i could easily kill..." the Ink Demon whispered, “Anyways, for that question of yours. I can't.”

“What do you mean “you can't“?! I’ve seen you place so many people in your prison of darkness, and yet you can't get them out of it?!"

“Oh, I just kill people. They get some of my ink in their system and eventually it takes over. When you're dead, it takes over a lot quicker,” Bendy chuckled, "I remember it taking over ya when you were alive. It was... slow... but you came out pretty alright! Don't get me wrong, I love having people worship me. Just..., don't expect anything out of it."

PROMPT: CONFRONTATION

Sammy sat still for far to long after Bendy said that, ‘What do you mean by that?"

“Well, when people get my ink in their system, they turn into ink creatures. As long as I exist, they're probably stuck in the same prison I am”

“No, what do you mean I was alive when it happened?”

Bendy went to pat his worshipper's head, "Ah, Sammy, don't tell me you didn't know! Surely you've seen other people drink some ink when they were alive!"

“I... don't remember much before all this..."

If Bendy could frown, he would, "Ah jeez.., well, the reason why you're wacko,” Sammy crossed his arms at that, “is because you drunk a bunch of ink. It was like poison, slowly spreading throughout every part of ya before you eventually,” he snapped his fingers. “Why... why would I keep drinking it. Surely I would've noticed myself becoming more and more imprisoned!"

"I don't know! By the way you were acting, I think it was a drug,” Bendy now scratched his “chin”, "Yeah, I remember! Joey used to drip it in your coffee! Your coffee gave you the energy you needed so you started associating the taste of my ink with good stuff. 'Ventually, you just started drinking the ink on its own.”

Sammy once again sat still for far too long. “Sorry, Sammy, but I can't get you outta that prison of yours.

You're kinda the one who poisoned yourself”

PROMPT: POISON

#sammy lawrence #batim ink demon #batim #bendy #frantic fanfic

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carolinemillerbooks · 8 months

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New Post has been published on Books by Caroline Miller

New Post has been published on https://www.booksbycarolinemiller.com/musings/thoughts-on-altered-states/

Thoughts On Altered States

Sitting down to lunch with my broker, his conversation turned to an old worry. “The national debt keeps growing. Congress has to reign it in.” “What’s your solution?” I asked before taking a sip of coffee. “Should children of low-income families go without lunch? Should we put an end to healthcare for the indigent?” My companion’s cheeks grew red. “I’m not proposing that. But if we don’t cut costs somewhere, we’ll all go down. Raising taxes harms the economy.” “Let’s close tax loopholes, instead,” I replied. “Corporations and the superrich should pay their fair share.” The man opposite me dropped his gaze to the menu as he uttered a sigh. “I think we should order.” By now, our skirmishes over the economy had become a ritual, like an old Kabuki dance. Neither of us expected to convince the other. Still, over time, an idea formed in my head. I saw that neither of us had grappled with the essence of the problem: the way money flows in our society. Sorting ourselves into camps of right or left persuasion was pointless. The mess society finds itself in is the result of human enterprise. Scientific or technological achievements both benefit and imperil us, whether they lie in harnessing atomic energy, extending human life, or advancing knowledge through artificial intelligence (AI). Yet each time we reach a crossroads for change, entrepreneurs gallop ahead, though they are no more far-sighted about the outcome than the average citizen. Even so, those of us who remain silent are responsible for the consequences. By enjoying the fruits of relentless industrialization, we have made climate change possible. We have granted entrepreneurs another indulgence, one also detrimental to society: the right to accumulate vast sums of money. The result is economic inequality that endows the few with power over the many. Elan Musk, for example, imagines his entrepreneurship gives him the right to decide the outcome of warring armies. Hail Caesar! Do these oligarchs of innovation set out to degrade our democracy? I doubt it. Generally, they are inspired by an idea they believe will benefit the public and themselves. If they are successful, money and influence follow. Call it the unwritten law of greed, but the more they gain, the more reluctant they are to share. They cannot help themselves. A plethora of studies show that unlimited access to money and power physically alters the brain and changes its thought processes. One historian likens the aberration to a tumor that destroys human sympathy. Doug Rushkoff, a media theorist, describes the outcome of this affliction on society. …a whole bunch of billionaires [have] left a whole lot of really poor and unhappy people. (“The Defector” by Malcolm Harris, Wired, Sept. 23, 2023, pg. 28) Entrepreneurship is a poor tool for defending a democracy. Its objective, according to economist Glen Weyl, isn’t to spread equality but to end competition. Should we be surprised when entrepreneurs prove unresponsive to the needs of others? Psychologist Timothy Leary didn’t think so. He once described them as psycho-sexually immature white men who want all the benefit[s] of being sealed up in their perfectly controlled and responsive environments without ever having to face the messy, harsh reality of the real world. (“The Defector,” by Malcomb Harris, Wired, Sept. 23, 2023, pg. 68) Leary singles out white men for criticism but history provides no evidence that women and minorities, given the same privileges, would behave differently. Self-love is a condition of being human. Take the example of one newly minted entrepreneur. He avows the goal of his startup is to make technology safe for humanity. (“Transformers,” by Steven Levy, Wired, October 2023, pg. 37.) Even so, success has brought a change. No longer an open-source organization that shares its creativity, his company, having grown to almost $30 billion, has gone private. (Ibid, pg. 37.) It’s a progression all too familiar. This sense of history brings me to the role the elderly should play in modern society. After retiring, many return to the workplace bringing with them a different perspective than their younger coworkers. Most importantly, they tend to humanize the environment, displaying more patience on the job than their younger colleagues. Says one manager, we find that retirees are really great at interacting with clients and showing empathy. (“How We Are Changing America,”pg. 7) In their new role, the old blanch to learn that among the young are those who show an alarming willingness to question democracy’s value. The latter even dare to ask, “Would it be a bad thing to build a machine that CHANGES HUMAN LIFE AS WE KNOW IT, (“Future Tense,” by Nick Bilton, Wired, October 2023, pg. 77-81) Given what’s at stake, seniors may be forgiven for worrying about the future of their children and their children’s children. Experience has taught them that it’s easier to destroy a civilization than to build one. Frankly, as someone old, I grow weary of complaints about Joe Biden’s age. The number of candles on a cake has nothing to do with leadership. What matters is vigor coupled with wisdom born from practice. These the President has. What is aging, after all, but one of several altered states in a life? Is one period in time truer than the one before or after it? We can only know what we know at a given point in life. Someone young looks to the future and sees a road not taken. Someone old pauses, remembering where the minefields are. No one either young or old, rich or poor, poet or scientist sees the whole of existence. It takes a village for us to prosper. Simply put, we need each other.

#It Takes A Village #age and competence #AI #democracy and capitalism #Doug Rushkkoff #elderly in the workplace #Elon Musk #How money flows in American society #Joe Biden #Malcomb Harris #Nick Bolton #power and empathy #role of the old in modern society #Steven Levy #the benefits and perils of entrepreneuship #the national debt #the pluses and minuses of industrial progress

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aprilbrowines · 1 year

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Cappyverse oneshot: It’s ok ‘cause I’m gonna repair it.

Summary: Lucius makes some quick cash for his Mom.

Lucius opened a bag filled with alien technology and Nick nacks and placed it on the counter of pakmar’s pawnshop, he was impressed that lil bastard was able to make it despite his previous businesses getting destroyed.

A week ago, Sceles, Lucius’s mom, Lost her job at the diner due to being mistaken for stealing the money for herself. She had been looking for a new job but due to her family's infamous history no one would hire her. The bills were piling up, the electric company was threatening to shut their power off, and She was scraping the bottom of the barrier for groceries.

Seeing the panic in his mother's eyes as she realized she wasn't going to find another job any time soon, he had to do something. So he stole a bunch of stuff from some low level criminals Sure it was stealing but they were criminals too so karma even itself out.

Without saying a word, pakmar climbed up the counter and went through the contents of the bag.

"250," he said.

Lucius almost choked. "For all of it? Come on man!, there's gotta be at least 1,500 dollars worth of stuff in there."

"Pakmar doesn't pay retail."

Well, no shit. Lucius didn't say that, though. "I know, but you can't hit with me 3 or 4? This is primo stuff. You can get a grand for it easily."

"250. Take it or leave it."

He sighed. He should have known. Pakmar was a tough negotiator and a cheap son of a bitch to boot. Lucius didn't expect much but he was hoping for at least three, that way he could pay the power bill and get some groceries. Pakmar wasn't kidding when he said take it or leave it, though.

250 was better than nothing.

“Alright’ He said “Deal”

Pakmar counted 250 in tens and twenties, and handed it over. Lucius pocketed the bills with a nod and a "Thanks" and then they went their separate ways. He lets out a deep sigh, Mom worked so hard to give him a good life and what did she get in return for it? What did she get as thanks for sacrificing and going without? 250 measely dollars.

Lucius felt like a terrible son. When he was a kid he would get into some serious trouble not on purpose but by curiosity’s sake. Sometimes people would blame his mother for not raising him better while others would say it’s Fatherless behavior, he tried becoming a plumber but he failed plenty of times to not even bother trying again.

Fifteen minutes later, He came back home and whipped out his key, unlocking the door. Inside, his uncle octagon and rhomboid sat on the couch watching some rerun of an old show. "Hey," he greeted and took off his jacket. "Where's Ma?"

"In the kitchen," Octagon said without looking away from the screen.

He crossed through the living room and went into the kitchen. As he expected, he found his mother at the table with her face propped in her hands and a stack of bills spread out before her.

“You alright?” he asked

"I'm fine, just tired."

That was a lie but he ignored it. He reached into his pocket, took out the wad of bills, and laid it on the table. "I figure you can get groceries or something with it."

Sceles looked both touched and uncomfortable. "No, I can't, you keep it."

"No, you take it. Really."

"I don't feel right taking money from you."

He smiled. "I was going to buy groceries with it anyway, I just didn't feel like going out. Alright," she said, "but only once, okay honey?" She took the money and patted his head.

Later that night Lucius was laying on his bed staring at the ceiling, he couldn’t sleep and how could he? His brain was running a hundred mile per hour on ways to help his mom. He could try to apply for a job but his resume wasn’t the best at the moment, maybe Baumann’s store has an opening.

He got up and went to get a drink of water. As he went into the kitchen he saw sceles sleeping with the bills still scattered on the table, he didn’t want to disturbed her so he placed a blanket over her sleeping form before getting water from the bathroom. As he drinks the cool refreshing water Lucius looks at his reflection in the smudged mirror. His red eyes looked back at him as if he was judging himself.

“Listen you need to be better, not only for yourself but for Ma.” He said poking the mirror “Ya can’t be going around getting in fights and flirting around no matter how pretty they are, from now on you have to be responsible and a mature young man ya hear?”

He heard his mother stirring in her sleep as he hurried back to bed, Tomorrow he’s gonna be a son she can be proud of.

#cappyverse #lucius vreedle #oneshot

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idkimnotreal · 2 years

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he probably was really pro-bolsonaro, but he’s just too smart and sensible to let it ruin his reputation.

he made some discreet pro-bolsonaro posts on election day, then he said, after lula won, that he “expected his government to surprise positively”. i heard my cousin who voted for bolsonaro say the same thing just this week. she’s not upset that lula won, just disappointed, but she hopes for the best (probably because we’re all brazilians in the end). so i’m almost sure that’s also his case.

he didn’t post any of the tacky “mourning for brazil” stuff when lula won, so props for him already. then he tweeted like “really tough that we had to choose between a genocidal murderer and a former felon”. that refers to what people hate the most about both candidates: that bolsonaro butchered brazil’s covid policy (and was responsible for most of our 700k deaths, most of which being poor and people of colour, hence genocide), and that lula allegedly is the most corrupt figure in brazilian history.

but he probably only did that to appease his anti-bolsonaro audience, which is probably most of them, seen as 90% of his following is either straight women (mostly anti-bolsonaro) and gay men (overwhelmingly anti-bolsonaro). BUT he did only tweet that instead of posting it to his stories, where he only said he hoped for the best (slightly pro-bolsonaro tone) anyway, so maybe on twitter he says what he really thinks? (due to smaller audience)

not long ago he used to be fully anti-bolsonaro - he has a picture of him giving the middle finger to an outdoor ad picture of bolsonaro in his town, and it’s from 2021. but i guess as he gets older and matures that teenage innocence starts to leave him and he becomes more like the man he is, a straight man. he’s surrounded by people who support bolsonaro; not only because his town voted 65% in favour of bolsonaro, but also because most of his friends are straight and male, or straight women, and his family is also probably fully pro-bolsonaro, and so is his special interest - football - heavily invested in politics, and supportive of bolsonaro. neymar HIMSELF declared he’d vote for bolsonaro.

imagine being a young man who loves football more than everything in life and admires neymar more than most people, and to hear that, and see a bunch of people attack his idol for no reason. of course he’ll only swing to the right like that. and it doesn’t help that neymar’s ex is pro-lula but cringy as fuck about it (and implying she’s better than neymar) and it makes us look bad.

i mean, he just can’t escape it. i’m not mad at him or upset because he voiced some support for bolsonaro, and it wasn’t much. and he accepted lula’s victory peacefully and in good mood, as he should. i am disappointed that he supported bolsonaro, not gonna lie, but i don’t blame him or take it personally. same for my dad or my uncle, who voted for bolsonaro. i still love them. and i know they didn’t do it to personally affect me as a queer person or anything. it’s just not in their minds, and it’s fine, because people make up reasons and mental defences to cling onto their beliefs, and i know in their hearts they don’t believe they are hurting me. and i take intent very, very seriously.

and i know he doesn’t intend to hurt people like me. which is what matters, and all that matters. bolsonaro couldn’t do anything in his 4 years term to curb lgbtq rights (in fact, we earned more rights from the supreme court during his govt), so i value intent more than actions for as long as that holds true. i don’t have a reason to be hurt, because i haven’t been hurt.

(i even jested with him; i replied to one his stories on election day like “supporting ciro (another candidate) for the 1st round because of his proposals but then bolsonaro now is a contradiction”, and on the next day he posted another story joking that he was sad because he “asked the smartest lula supporter what were lula’s plans for his government and they couldn’t answer” and i replied again with “true dat (you just invalidated my point)”. i like to think he read both of those, but that was during my fake profile phase)

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amplesalty · 2 years

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Halloween 2022 - Day 17 - Evil Toons (1992)

They’re animani, totally insaney (They pinned me down and maced me)

I suspect that to be a lie of sorts...

Oh hey, it’s David Carradine, son of John Carradine who was in a bunch of those early Universal classics and played Dracula in those House of... movies. He’s looking like the Evil Quaker Oats Man and appears to be holding some sort of bootleg Necronomicon. I’m sure everything is perfectly fine and nothing awkward could possibly happen, especially not in the very next scene...

I will say, it seems kinda bullshit that his widow won a wrongful death suit against the production company of the film he was working on at the time. Obviously it’s very sad for her but it’s not like they can be expected to watch him every second of every day.

It’s also bullshit to claim this movie stars him since he’s barely in the bloody thing. He’s in this prelude briefly and then pops up again at the end but I suppose you’ve got to get eyes on your product somehow. Because apparently the copious amounts of T&A on show wasn’t doing that already. And that’s really all that this is. I know times were different in the early 90’s and people didn’t have access to the internet and all the filth that entails so they had to get their fix through teen sex comedies and ‘erotic thrillers’. But I came to see an extreme version of Roger Rabbit and was left sorely disappointed.

There is an animated monster in the film but he too makes only a fleeting appearance. I guess the budget only stretched to a couple of minutes of screen time so for the rest of the movie it makes liberal use of its shape shifting abilities to change into one of the pretty girls they have running around. And most of the time he is on screen he’s hooting and hollering at the sight of some tits like that wolf from those Tex Avery cartoons.

These movies that have the mix of live action and animation are intriguing to me, having seen the likes of the aforementioned Roger Rabbit, Cool World and Monkeybone. I figured this would be something along those lines but taken in a more horror direction. Animation is obviously such a creative medium because it allows you to do all manner of things that would be impossible in live action. That opens the door to lots of interesting things you can do, sort of like in Nightmare on Elm Street where you have all these unique kills because the rules of dream world allow all these crazy things to happen. But instead we get your average cheap B-movie that is more interested how well endowed their cast is than any story they can tell. And the title clearly says Toons, plural. One animated monster is hardly a galaxy!

In retrospect, I should be surprised given that director Fred Olen Ray seems to be King of the b-movie, with such hits as Bikini Airways, Bikini Cavegirl, Bikini Chain Gang, Bikini Royale ad Bikini Frankenstein. I love how he goes from all this porn stuff to what seems to be a deluge of Christmas movies within the last 5 years or so. You know all those ones you see the posters of where it’s just a man and a woman in red or green jumpers? Of course the real gem in Ray’s filmography is Sniper Special Ops starring both Steven Seagal and Rob Van Dam. That movie is completely unrelated to the Sniper series of films which is apparently up to 9 with another on the way?!

There is the odd bright spot hidden away in the movie, such as the appearance of Dick Miller who in one scene is watching a movie featuring...Dick Miller. They do seem to be treating Dick Miller and the character separately, though his character does comment that this actor deserves the Academy Award. I’m not sure what movie this is, I was kinda hoping it was going to be The Terror.

Or there’s the moment where one of the girls invites her boyfriend round who they spend lots of time talking about he’s on the high school football team but when he arrives he’s pretty plainly a 40 year old man. Possibly this was done deliberately and it’s a play on how all the teens in movies and TV shows are often played by people way older, like Luke Perry.

But aside from that, a truly terrible movie. I get that it’s meant to be bad but it doesn’t poke at my ‘so bad it’s good’ bone. Maybe because they’re going into the movie with the intention of it being bad which I think takes all the fun away.

Maybe I’m just overthinking it though, if the movie wants to be titillation then let’s talk titillation. These two girls have massive 80’s hair that has lasted well in the 90’s at 100% volume and the dark haired girl performs a striptease complete with wobbly sound effect when she shakes her ass. Which I would show you but I’m not up to speed on Tumblrs policies on the buttocks.

But the true highlight is the nerdy red-haired girl with glasses and massive wabbos. It’s like they found a list of my tastes and just ticked off every single one. I changed my mind, A+++!

#Halloween 2022 #Evil Toons

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chidoroki · 2 years

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Black Clover ch341

Land of the Sun has not been kind to Asta one bit. Poor lad is getting himself beat up by almost everyone here. Clearly the Ryuzen Seven are no joke, but we knew that after meeting Ichika.

While we still haven’t met the rest of the seven, I will say I quite like Imari so far. Judging by the tiny sparks near her while beating up Asta and bolt-shaped pieces of hair I’m gonna assume she has some sort of lightning quality to her, so naturally I’d love to see her fight against Luck. They're both pretty energetic and would probably have a great time. Speaking of old friends, seems Asta is thinking about Noelle & Mimosa with those hair colors. Makes me curious about what color Imari chose to dye her hair. My little guess is blonde, to keep up with the typical electric color scheme, but for some reason a real light blue also pops into mind? Dunno why but we’ll find out eventually I’m sure.

She reminds me so much of Bnha’s Camie in the way they both speak and their energy and I kinda love that? Especially when everyone else here seems so traditional and formal. She’s just real cute and stands out way more than the other two men we were just introduced to, so sorry to say but I really don’t have any opinion on them so far.

So Asta continues his training, takes a bunch of hits and tries to further understand the many ways people can use zetten. It honestly all goes over my head. If he’s clueless and overwhelmed by it then so am I. I do find humor that the Land of the Sun is cloudy though.. and i really hoped that him briefly thinking about everyone else would’ve made us jump back to Clover to check on them but nope, didn’t get that lucky.

We learn instead that Ichika is older than she appears and thankfully our boy quickly defuses any tension by his innocent comments. Knowing that she’s so close to Yami in age (because he’s what, 30? 31 since Asta’s 18 now? somewhere around there), it kinda rules out the possibility that maybe she was born after Yami washed up in Clover and that’s why he never spoke of her, but that’s not the case, as we find out a bit later he obviously was apart of her life.

She can get quite passionate about the people she looks up to, surprisingly. And loud. Maybe her and Asta have some similarities after all.

But aww, what a soft expression. It’s like the first time we see her not look totally annoyed and angry at everything. I bet she has a great smile and I dunno if we’ll ever see one from her, but I’m hoping for it.

That sweet little moment doesn’t last long however once Asta gets his chance to toss Yami a bunch of praise because Ichika clearly wants to hear none of it. With the flashback we see at the very end, I have no doubt she knows Yami pretty well Asta. but could you imagine if the shipwreck story was a lie this entire time?

For weeks I firmly assumed that Ichika’s dislike towards Yami was due to him leaving his home and family behind, but I certainly wasn’t expecting THIS! What do you mean he wiped out your entire clan? How?? Do we have another Uchiha massacre situation on our hands here? Hello??

Like dude, how would Yami even accomplish that? He had to be younger than 15 since he didn’t even have his grimoire yet, so could he really have been that powerful even way back then? Unless it was all done by mistake? I mean, he is quite destructive. I can’t see him doing something on purpose but aah, who knows.

It even looks like he’s about to go fishing, so perhaps the whole shipwreck story wasn’t a total lie and maybe something happened during that trip that caused the clan to perish and this young man to wash up in a completely different country all at once. Oh boy. So many questions.. and now so much time for us to wait for any answers.

#black clover #bc manga #chidoroki used chatter

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spicy-tomato · 3 years

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Can i pls req dream being reader's sugar daddy :O - 🌼

sorry this took a hot sec ive been working on this one for a while cause i really liked the idea, so here you go :)) it ended up being like 2k words so im sorry

You had it all, anything you could want and more. Wanted to go to rome? Done, your plane leaves tomorrow. Dream absolutely spoiled you and you couldnt be more happy about it. It started off as a thing to help you with rent, but the longer you did it the more you enjoyed being able to get what you wanted when you wanted. Today was your weekly lunch with dream, you had both agreed that at least once a week he would take time off to get lunch with you, it made you smile to see him take time for you. As the tease you were, you decided to wear something a little revealing to tease him since he had cancelled your shopping trip with him the day before. You put on a low cut crop top and some shorts that show a little too much before fixing your hair. You hear you phone ding, getting a text from dream,

Daddy dream <3

Hey baby, i'm out front whenever youre ready to go

You smile and put your phone in your pocket before walking out to his car and getting in. you kiss his cheek quickly “hi daddy” you giggle and smile at him

“Hi sweetheart” he looks you up and down before smirking “like the outfit, all for me?” you giggle and nod before he starts to drive to the restaurant, one hand on your thigh. “Do you know what you want? You know the rule, anything you want no matter the price. And after that we can go shopping to make up for my cancelling yesterday.” you smile at him

“I know, and we dont have to dream, we can just hang out. Its been a while since we did that. Maybe we can go somewhere for you to make it up to me instead” he smiles and squeezes your thigh as he pulls into the parking lot of the restaurant.

“Anywhere you want baby, only the best for you.” you look down and blush, moving over to lean your head on his shoulder as he moves a hand to pet your hair. “Ill take you anywhere anytime and get you anything you want.” you cant lie, at times you had thought about being more than just his sugar baby, having a real romantic relationship, but he was always so busy that it made it seem almost impossible. Sure he took time out to be with you but it was never a lot unless you were traveling. He didnt tell you a lot about his job either, just knew that he had a large following and that he didnt want anything serious and put his partner in a bad situation, but damn if you havent thought about him coming home to you and calling you his.

“Baby? You okay? You zoned out.” he waves a hand in front of your face and you blink back to reality.

“Yeah, sorry i just got a little distracted. Lets go get some food!” you pull away from him and he gets out, walking around to open your door for you and holds a hand out to help you. “Thank you” you smile and take his hand as you step out, he closes the door behind you and puts an arm around your waist, pulling you into his side as you both walk up to get a table. You get seated immediately and he pulls your chair out for you. “Is there a single flaw with you?” you ask genuinely, he just laughs and shakes his head.

“Theres a bunch you dont know about me, sweetheart.” you roll your eyes as the waitress comes back with your mimosa and his water, asking for your orders. He orders for you and him before she walks off to put them in. He always knows what you want and orders it for you. It makes you smile that he likes to take care of you. You shake that thought away and go back to mindlessly talking with him, waiting on the food. It comes shortly and you both start to eat. “Where do you want to go? Japan? Italy? Oh we havent been to paris in a while, maybe there.”

“I think paris would be great, its always so pretty this time of year, maybe we can have dinner on the eiffel tower again!” your eyes light up at the thought of going back to paris. Last time you went was last spring, you both walked around and had the most wonderful time people watching and shopping. You take another bite and he looks like hes about to say something before he stops himself and looks down. “What is it? Is something wrong?” you look at him concerned, scared you messed something up.

“Its nothing darling, dont worry.” you both finish up lunch and he pays before helping you up and leading you back to the car. “I have something id like to ask you when we get to paris if thats okay, its nothing bad i promise its just something ive been meaning to ask for a while is all.” you nod as he opens the door for you and helps you in. “now, a pretty girl like you needs pretty new clothes for the trip, lets go get you some.” he smiles at you as he gets in, resting a hand back on your thigh as he starts the car, leading you both to the mall.

You spend hours in there going to different stores and trying things on, him getting you whatever you wanted without any hesitation. You walk back to the car with armfulls of bags and a couple new suitcases. “Thank you so much daddy, youre the best.” you kiss his cheek and he turns a little red.

“Its no problem baby, why dont you stay over tonight and we can leave in the morning to head to the airport. I can help you pack and we can watch a movie.” you smiles and nod, putting your bags in the back of the car and your new suitcases in the trunk.

“Id like that…” you think for a second about how nice it would be to wake up next to him every day and how nice it is to fall asleep next to him when it happens, even if when you did wake up after he wasnt next to you. The cold bed always made you remember that you would never be more than this, not that this was bad in the least its just sometimes you wish you could be more. He drives you both back to his apartment building and helps you out, grabbing most of your bags, only leaving you to grab the suitcases as you enter the building. He lived on the top floor in the penthouse, expected for how much money he had. You set your stuff down in his room, your new clothes already laid out nicely thanks to him. He walks up behind you and hugs you from behind.

“Youll look so good in all of those baby, gonna be the prettiest one in paris.” he kisses your neck softly before pulling away and taking your hand, leading you to sit on the part of the bed not covered by clothes. “Let me go run you a bath and you can pick out a movie.” you nod and he walks to the bathroom, leaving you alone on the bed. You turn on the tv and start scrolling through netflix looking for a movie, finally deciding as he walks back in and picks you up. You giggle and wrap your arms around his neck, moving your head to rest on his chest as he carries you to the bathroom. He sets you on the counter and takes your shirt off carefully, leaving kisses down your neck and chest and he moves down to take your shorts off. You lift yourself gently to help him take your shorts off. He takes them off quickly before nipping and kissing your inner thighs, ghosting over your core. You whine and try to move closer to him before he presses your hips down into the counter.

“Stay still baby, dont wanna have to punish you. Daddy just wants his desert.” you nod quickly and stay still, his head diving to softly kiss your clit, causing you to whine. He chuckles and starts to slowly eat you out, almost at a teasing pace. You whine and grip the counter, trying to keep from pulling his hair. He pulls away and smiles, “good girl, being so good and not pulling my hair. Just letting daddy eat you up.” after he says that his hands move down to your thighs open as he starts to eat you out like a man starved. You let out a loud moan and throw your head back, your hands moving to his hair and tugging closer. At this point he didnt care about you pulling his hair, to blissed out by hearing your sweet moans and tasting you. Your cries became louder as he dragged you closer to the edge. as you were almost there he stopped, causing a loud whine from you as he moves up to face you. He looked like heaven like this, face covered in your slick with eyes dark from lust.

“Now my good little girl, i want you to get off the counter and bend over for daddy.” you quickly move off the counter and do as your told. “Such a perfect little girl, i want you to watch as i make you feel good, got it? You look away and i stop,” he chuckles and grabs your neck after you nod. His hand moves from your neck to your hair to hold you in place, making eye contact with him through the mirror.

“Such a precious little pet for me, arent you?” you whine as he lines up with your entrance, teasing you, causing you to press your hips back against him. He smacks your ass roughly and pulls you against his chest by your hair. “Thats not very nice bun, its almost like you want me to leave you all worked up.’’ he smirks at you before pulling you roughly back against him, ripping a scream from your throat. He sets a brutal pace, leaving no time for you to adjust to him. He keeps the pace, your legs starting to shake as he brings you back to the edge of your orgasm before quickly throwing you over it. You let out a cry of his name, trails of tears starting to run from your eyes as he keeps going.

“Pretty little bunny, always so good and tight for me. Gonna breed you so good. Fuck you until i know it takes.” he tugs your hair roughly and starts to bite and suck at your neck, leaving marks in his wake. You whine and cry, moving your hands to tug at his hair. “So close princess, gonna fill you up so good.” he moves a hand to your clit to punctuate his statement, causing a louder cry to come from you as you tip over the edge once again. His hips start to stutter as he fills you up, riding out his high with shallow thrusts letting out a few more quiet moans before pulling out of you carefully. You whine and tug at his hair as he does so. He picks you up carefully as he pulls away.

“i figured we could take a bath and then cuddle before we pack and figure out what time we should leave for the airport.” you nod and he carries you carefully over to the tub, setting you down carefully in it before getting and sitting behind you. He starts to wash your hair as you slowly drift off to sleep. You wake up briefly as he lifts you from the tub and carries you to the bed. He moves the blankets back and sets you down gently before crawling in next to you , pulling the blankets back over you.

“Be my partner,” he says as you turn towards him

“Only if we can still go to paris” you giggle and he nods, kissing the top of your head before you both drift off.

#dream smp x reader smut #dreamwastaken smut #dreamwastaken #dreamwastaken x reader #dream smp x reader #dream x reader smut #dreamwastaken x reader smut #dream x reader #dream smut #dream smp #dsmp smut #mcyt x reader smut #mcyt smut

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xunolic · 2 years

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scratch that, bring it back. (nct dream)

these seven guys have been with each other since high school, even with the differing grades. they’ve seen each other’s breakups and makeups. so now that they’re in college, they want to see nothing but each other succeed, especially with their relationship status.

prologue.

genre: university au, smut (not chenle or jisung), fluff, angst

a/n: i was gonna do this when i hit 500... but surprise! not really a great surprise, but!! i wanted to start a series based on the songs on glitch mode that i believe fits each of the dreamies. these synopsis are not fully proofread but i tried my best :\ also, please keep in mind that none of these stories reflect the members actual personalities! please be patient with each story and i hope you enjoy them :)

it’s yours. (l.mk)

“girl, i'm overflowing with childish thoughts. the main character is you. writing all kinds of poetry, i'm up all night. when i close my eyes and lie down you are floating in my head, as well as what i should say tomorrow. i'm just thinking about whether to make you laugh or not. i know, honestly, it's crazy”

…genre: fluff, slight smut, musician!mark, strangers to lovers au

…synopsis: in which a sappy guitarist meets a sappy poet at an underground open mic. the more they see each other, the more they get impressed by each other and the more they get impressed by each other, the more they want to work with each other. but wait, this poor guitarist can't seem to keep his mind off the poet… oh yeah, neither can she.

replay. (h.rj)

“it's a special feeling. i get excited by myself without anyone knowing. it’s like everything is different”

…genre: fluff, smut, painter!renjun, exes to lovers au

…synopsis: two artists dating shouldn't really go wrong… right? two people who enjoy the same thing, love each other, and have a way to express their emotions, how could it ever fail? well… you and renjun found a way to do so, however, once you both become muses of each other’s work, tracing back memories you once shared, you find your way back head over heels for the said man.

arcade. (l.jn)

“everywhere i go, they say they hate me. another round going endlеssly. don't think about it, crazy. i shake things up a bit harder around herе. i'm out of control”

…genre: smut, fluff, a whole bunch of confusion, gamer/game shop worker!jeno, idiots to lovers au

…synopsis: jeno wasn’t the relationship type, so him falling for the faceless gamer girl in his apex lobby was quite comical. you also weren’t the relationship type, but the cold-looking guy behind that game store counter may change your mind.

teddy bear. (l.dh)

“it feels like the long night will last forever. every time i'm scared, you cross the dawn with me to the other side of the moon”

…genre: so fluffy, slight smut, singer!haechan, friends to lovers au

…synopsis: college projects were the worse, but not when they were with lee haechan. college classes were so boring, but not when they were with lee haechan. haechan was as his nickname proclaimed, full sun. he was the brightest he could be, but now, it was the darkest. nonetheless, haechan left a small piece of him for you and just for you.

saturday drip. (n.jm)

“it's dangerous, it's dangerous. by the time the sun rises, you can see the golden horizon. if you are confident, come with us and divin'. what you doin' on the weekend?”

…genre: angst, smut, richboy!jaemin, strangers to lovers au

…synopsis: na jaemin was the perfect son, in his parents eyes. everything they wanted him to be, he was… in his parents eyes. in reality however, na jaemin hated the lifestyle he was accustomed to, he hated the obnoxious expectations, and most of all he hated he liked you so much.

drive. (z.cn)

“when your heart is gloomy for no reason, forget reality for a bit and come hang out. i'll pick you up and rush ahead. give me your heart in the neighborhood where we played all day”

…genre: fluff, a bit of angst, bestfriend!chenle, best friends to lovers au

…synopsis: there comes a time during life you find a soulmate, chenle’s just so happened to be there since he was a preteen. there also comes a time when a person seeks security through someone else especially when broken, chenle was yours. you’ve been with one another through puberty, first kisses, graduation and the development of feelings for each other?

glitch mode. (p.js)

“the beginning glitch mode, you don't have to be alarmed. an error or two, i like it. if this is love, it's okay”

…genre: angst-ish, fluff, dancer!jisung, strangers to lovers au

…synopsis: park jisung isn’t the bravest in his friend group, nor was he the best at chatting up the girls, but with you it’s worse than ever. something about you set his mind on reboot no matter how many times he tries to ask you on a date.

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whiteqnn · 3 years

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Pairing: Corpse Husband x Fem! Reader

Summary: Sean invites one of his good friends - Y/N - to play with him and the group. She has a lot of fun with them, but at the same time is too oblivious, too nice, and too pure to notice that one particular Among Us player has taken a liking to her the moment he heard her voice...

Notes: Hello everyone! This is the very first time I’m publishing something bigger in here, I’m honestly still figuring out how Tumblr works, even though I’ve had this account for quite some time now 😅. That being said, please don’t expect anything super impressive. I tried my best though just so you know. 🥺

A/N- It didn’t turn out as I expected, but I really hope at least some of you find it enjoyable :(

Y/C/N - your channel name

part 2

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part 4

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PURE [1]

“Did you guys find anybody?” Felix asked, as the number of players still showed just 7 of them. They could just start now, but the game would be way more fun with a full lobby.

“Yeah, Lily’s joining. I just texted her the code, so she should be here at any moment.” Sykkuno replied after receiving a text message from the said girl. “Oh, and Corpse also said he’d be joining soon.”

“Great. Anyone else?”

“I think Jack was also bringing someone, right?” Dave asked.

“Huh? Oh yeah, I have one coming, she’ll join us in a few” the asked man replied at the same moment Lily’s character appeared in the lobby.

“Who you’re bringing Jack?”

“Y/N” he said, causing Felix to gasp in shock and yell into his mic:

“How the fuck did you manage to convince her? I’ve been bugging her about this game for the past week and she always had some excuse!”

“What can I say, my charm is irresistible” Jack replied nonchalantly, causing everyone in the lobby to laugh at his fake deep voice.

The number of participants changed to 9, as a little black astronaut with horns on his helmet appeared in the lobby.

“Corpse, you’re here!” Rae’s character ran up to the man, circling him excitedly.

“Hey man!”

“What’s up, Corpse?”

“Hello everyone” his deep voice sounded out “Sorry to keep you waiting.”

“All good man, we’re still waiting for one person.” Felix reassured him “Sean, why is she not here yet? Are you sure you’ve sent her the right code?”

“Of course I am!” he all but shouted at Felix “And about that, she just texted me to give her a few more minutes and that we should start without her.”

“We can just wait, right?” Lily offered, earning a few hums of approval from the others.

“I think it might take a little longer than a few minutes, she has some problems with her microphone.”

“Who are you guys talking about?” Corpse asked, completely unaware of who Jack was referring to.

“Wait, Jack, you mean Y/N from Y/C/N?” Sykkuno asked suddenly, only then realizing why this name sounded familiar

“Yeah, the one and only” Jack replied, a smile evident in his voice.

“Oh my god, I love her videos!” Rae exclaimed at that “She’s so funny and sweet!”

“Yeah! Her new video is so freaking cute, I wish she’d upload more often.” Poki agreed.

“Right?” Jack said, clearly very proud of his friend. “But don’t let that sweet demeanor fool you guys cause she’s one of the best players I’ve encountered in this game.”

“That’s true, she’s a secret big brain genius” Toast confirmed, making Pewdiepie gasp once again.

“wHAT??YOU TWO PLAYED WITH HER?!” Felix’s offended voice boomed through everyone’s headphones “HOW DARE YOU. HOW COULD YOU NOT INVITE ME?!”

“That’s for not inviting me to your latest Cringe episode!” Jack was quick to respond, making others in the lobby laugh at their mini fight.

“Oh, so that’s where I recognized her from!” Sykkuno nearly shouted when he finally put two and two together. “I can’t wait to meet her, she seems like a really nice person.”

“She is! When she got impostor for the first time she refused to kill me” Toast explained, earning himself a couple of Aww’s from his friends. “So we just ran around the emergency button until I called the meeting and voted her off.”

“Yeah, only to be her first victim in the next game.” Jack all but giggled, clearly very amused at the memory of Y/N going into a full berserk mode. No one except for him and Toast knew how good she really was at this game...

“She’s basically the wolf in sheep’s skin” Felix concluded with a chuckle “Very soft wolf, however.”

“She’s like the complete opposite of Corpse, both in voice and personality” Jack suddenly said, making Felix laugh wholeheartedly at something only two of them understood at the moment.

“I don’t know how should I take that” Corpse admitted with a chuckle. He remained silent for most of the conversation since he didn’t really know who the guys were talking about. But he would lie if he said he wasn’t intrigued by this girl at least in the slightest. Although he heard about her channel, he hasn’t seen any of her videos, so he didn’t really know what to expect. But hearing what gamers like Sean and Felix said about her, he knew he’s not gonna be disappointed once the girl joins them in the game.

“Imagine Corpse and Y/N talking.” Felix said suddenly with a seemingly very amused voice.

“Imagine Corpse and Y/N both being Impostors” Toast said, which resulted in many of them shouting over each other at how crazy that would be.

“Alright, now that you mention this I start fearing the moment two of them meet” Jack confessed with loud laughter following the sentence. Corpse chuckled deeply under his breath, at the same time glancing at the questions his audience was asking him in his stream. He could hardly read any, as there were quite a lot of people asking, so all he saw was just a bunch of comments moving at the speed of light in his chat. He wouldn't say it out loud, but he was slightly nervous, seeing the growing number of people watching his stream. It was still a rather new thing to him, and he feared he'd say something inappropriate, or just make a complete idiot out of himself.

"At least no one can see me..." he mumbled under his breath after muting his microphone.

"Oh! Y/N just texted me! She's joining the call right now!"

"Fuck yeah!" Felix shouted excitedly "Just so you know Jack, I won't forget that you two played without me."

"Uh-oh. Is that a threat? Are you threatening me now?"

"It's a warning" Felix replied, receiving a series of gasps from other players. "If I get impostor, you're the first one on my list."

"Okay, everyone heard that! You know who to vote off when I'm dead!"

"It's so cool to play with someone new, I wonder if she's as good as you guys depict her" Sykkuno spoke up, but before anyone could answer his question, a new character popped up in the lobby.

***

"Hi everyone! I’m sorry I left you just like that, but this stream would be completely useless without me being able to answer your questions. Fortunately it wasn’t anything serious, I just had to readjust my mic and go through the settings to find what was wrong. Took some time, but here I am now!” Y/N chirped into her microphone, smiling apologetically at her webcam. At the moments like this, she really appreciated how supportive her audience was. No one was hating on her when she had to get off the stream for a couple of minutes, and everyone was just so understanding that it made her heart melt. Perhaps her audience wasn’t very big, but it felt almost like a second family to her.

“Anyway, as you already know from my twitter, today I’ll be playing Among Us with my friends and their friends! I can’t wait if I’m being honest, last time I played this game was so much fun, and there was only a few of us.” she admitted with a genuine smile on her face. “Let’s just text Sean now so we can get into the lobby...”

Y/N: Ready to play with you guys ^^

Jackaboy: Great! You got that mic fixed already?

Y/N: Yes, everything is fine. I’m sorry you had to wait so long.

Jackaboy: It’s all good kiddo, no worries. I’ll call you and send you the code in a sec.

Y/N: Perfect, thank you Sean :)

Jackaboy: Btw, everyone can’t wait to meet you ;-)Y/N stared at the screen for a moment, only now, seconds before joining the group, realizing how nervous she felt. From Sean’s tweets she saw earlier, she figured that the lobby was right now full of many famous streamers, those she wouldn’t even compare herself to. It’s not that she thought of herself very low, but... being among such youtube celebrities like them made her panic a little bit. She didn’t want to look like a complete fool amongst them.

Playing or recording with Sean and Felix was something else because she knew those guys for years (and yet still sometimes found herself thinking how lucky she got to be able to call them her friends). She felt good in their company, not worrying about choosing the right words. But amongst the rest of the players, she knew only Toast and talked with Rae maybe once in her life...

What if the rest won’t like her?

Y/N cleared her throat, realizing that she was still staring at her phone like hypnotized and her audience was already asking her what’s going on. She quickly typed in the code Sean had texted her and readjusted her headphones, before joining the discord chat.

“THERE SHE IS” screamed Sean, making her grin from ear to ear, hearing how excited he was “Little wonderchild!”

“I think you meant little TRAITOR” Felix corrected him with a scoff. A silence settled in the lobby as everyone was waiting for Y/N to speak up.

“Um... hello everyone..” she said softly, almost inaudibly, a sudden wave of shyness taking over her. “I’m Y/N”

“Oh, you were right about that Corpse thing!” replied another, also very soft and very sweet voice, and Y/N saw the image of someone named Lily pop up. “It’s like the exact opposite!”

“See? Told ya. Everyone, meet Y/N/N, the little angel from Y/C/N.”

“Hey Y/N!”

“Hi there!”

“Hey, what’s up?”

“H-Hi, so great to meet you, Y/N!” a very friendly sounding voice said, and a little lime astronaut with the name Sykkuno above it started running around her. “Can’t wait to play with you!”

“That’s so nice, thank you” she replied with a wide smile on her face, moving around his character as well. “I can’t wait to play with you too, actually with all you guys. It’s so great to be here with you.”

“Jack I swear she’s the cutest little thing I’ve ever heard. Where the hell did you find her?!” Poki all but yelled at the man, making Y/N giggle to herself and in-process loosen up a little bit. They all seemed like someone she’d happily be friends with.

“Or rather, where do you get one?” someone else commented, making them all burst into laughter, Y/N included.

“Guys, what did I say about that sweet demeanor...” Jack said after calming down from his fit “Don’t put your guard down just because she sounds like that!”

“Wait- what did you tell them about me?” Y/N asked confused, the tone of her voice making him laugh even more “Jack!”

“Don’t worry, only the good stuff” a very deep, low voice spoke up, leaving her taken aback for a moment. Her eyes widened slightly and she glanced at the name of that person, reading out CORPSE. Now that’s something she didn’t expect...

“Corpse, mind your manners! You didn’t even introduce yourself!”

“Oh, shit- yeah, sorry. Um, I’m Corpse, it’s very nice to meet you Y/N” he replied right after, making her lip corners curl up into a smile.

“Nice to meet you too Corpse, you have a really pleasant voice.” she spoke sweetly, completely unaware of the chaos that was taking place in her stream chat. She didn’t even think of it the way her audience did, she just simply spoke up her mind, and being an incredibly nice person - turned it into a compliment.

“Oh- wow. I mean, thank you so much. I love your voice too, it’s really sweet” he replied, nervously chuckling at the end, before muting his mic. It was, however, enough for Felix and Sean to start teasing him, as the two immediately screamed:

“SIIIMP!!!”

“It’s the voice Felix, I told you he’d fall into her trap!”

“Wait- he was just being nice, guys! Stop making fun of him” Y/N immediately defended the man, trying to speak up over the hysterical laughter of the other players.

“Oh my god, but what if they both get impostors and they both pull the voice cards on us?!” Rae managed to yell through all the noise, making Y/N even more confused.

“Wait, what? What do you mean? I don’t understand.”

“Don’t worry Y/N, that’s how I feel all the time around them.” Sykkuno seemed to be the only one who heard her question, as the rest continued their gabbing without giving her as much as a glance.

“Alright, let’s start the game maybe. I might have a few old scores to settle” Toast cleared his throat theatrically, his astronaut coming face to face with Y/N’s.

“Oh, you mean me? I thought I already apologized!” she replied frantically. “You gave me no choice Toast, I didn’t even want to kill you in the first place...”

“BUT YOU DID. IN THE VERY FIRST ROUND”

“I’m sorry!”

“Alright, enough! Toast, just don’t kill her right away, okay? Let her run around the map, fearing for her life for a moment.” Y/N gasped upon hearing Jack’s words, clearly sensing the smirk behind his voice.

“Wha- Jack?! Since when are you against me?!”

“Don’t worry Y/N, I won’t let them hurt you. You haven’t played with us yet, I’ll protect you.”

“Oh, thank you so much Sykkuno! I’ll protect you too!”

“Great. Another one simping...” was Felix’s last words, before the game began.

Y/N sighed in relief upon seeing the word crewmate forming on her screen, but at the same time feared Toast’s inevitable revenge. She thought they'd already buried the hatchet, but it seemed that he was desperate to make her pay for the last time they played together.

“Aw, Sykkuno was serious” she mumbled with a smile, when his lime astronaut started circling her white one, so she would follow him. “Okay, let’s do some tasks.”

They both made their way towards the medbay, Sykkuno patiently waiting nearby as she did the scan, then Y/N waiting for him to do the same. The moment his little character stepped towards her, a meeting was called by none other than Felix.

“What happened?” Rae asked.

“I called the meeting because I’m afraid of Jack” he responded, causing everyone to laugh. “Seriously though! Dude’s been following me around the whole time.”

“I was just making sure nobody kills you.”

“Yeah don’t go all Sykkuno on me!” Felix screamed, making the call erupt into even more laughter.

“Alright, are we skipping?”

“Yeah.”

“Guys, my life is in danger!” Felix wouldn’t give up. “Come on, show some support! Y/N? You played with him, you know his techniques!”

“Sorry Felix” Y/N giggled, clicking the skip button.

When the next round began, Sykkuno was quick to join Y/N on her way towards admin, where they both found Poki doing the upload. They did the card swipe and left her there, when the lights suddenly went off.

“Uh-oh. Let’s head the opposite direction, Sykkuno” the girl murmured, dancing around his character and heading towards Comms instead of going to Electrical. It was the easiest way to die, after all.

Once they entered the room and waited for someone to fix the lights, Y/N could see another figure appear in the same location. She couldn’t recognize whose character it was, but upon seeing the horns on the helmet she smiled to herself.

“Hey there, Corpse” she said, walking up to the black astronaut, who was standing still in the same place as if he was just watching her and Sykkuno run around Comms instead of doing their tasks.

They stood like that for a couple of seconds until Corpse turned around and ran away, and that’s when the first body was reported.

“Oh no, Jack!”

“Poor guy. He’s gonna haunt us now.”

“Where’s the body?”

“Navigation” replied Rae, who was the one to find Sean’s green astronauts’ body “Didn’t see anyone around, but I’m pretty sure someone just vented right in front of my eyes...”

“Any suspicions?” Toast asked.

“Um, not really sure, it was the exact same moment the lights went off. I was doing tasks with Jack and then he just died. I only saw the vent close, nothing or no one else.”

“Okay, where are you guys right now?”

“I’m in admin with Dave, we only passed Poki when we got there.” Lily’s voice sounded out, quickly being joined by Poki’s explanation.

“Yeah, I was finishing the upload when you guys came in, Y/N and Sykkuno saw it”

“Did you see her?” Toast asked, addressing his question towards the white and lime astronauts.

“Yes, we were doing the card swipe before going to Comms. Corpse joined us for a moment and then left.”

“Yeah, I was on my way to fix the lights when I stumbled upon them in Comms, the body was reported the exact moment I left.”

“Can someone confirm this? I mean, did someone see you besides the two of them?” Toast continued his questioning.

“I think I only saw Felix in Medbay.”

“Hmm, so no one really knows where you were this whole time. You could easily lure Jack into Navigation and kill him there. Is that what you did, Corpse?”

“Woah, that’s some serious accusation” Corpse replied in his usual, low and calm voice. “Where were you Toast? You seem the only one who still doesn’t have an alibi”

“Neither does Felix.” Y/N spoke innocently, and the mentioned man quickly started his explanation.

“Okay, I was with Jack at the beginning but he clearly can’t confirm this since someone snapped his fucking neck. We’ve split up in O2 after doing our tasks and then he must’ve gone with Rae. I just wandered around the map, escaping from the death.”

“Hmm, so not only were you one of the last people to see him alive, but you also admit to not doing your tasks” Y/N said, trying her best to keep her voice steady and stop herself from laughing. She was sure Sykkuno was doing the same thing, they both refused to do any tasks after the lights went off, after all.

“Yeah, but does that already makes me an Imposter? I’m just scared for my life, that’s all.”

“Y/N has some good logic, but I’m not really sure it’s Pewds. I mean, I saw him in Medbay and he really seemed to be just jogging around.” Corpse said, his voice almost immediately doing its magic, as people more or less willingly agreed to skip this round as well.

“I think it’s Felix. I mean, I haven’t played with him yet, but I have this feeling that he’s just acting.” Y/N said to her chat after muting herself. She went towards Weapons to do another task, seeing Sykkuno’s little character follow her once again, but the doors were suddenly locked and his lime astronaut remained in Cafeteria. “Oh no, Sykkuno” she sighed with a pout on her face, deciding against waiting for him and risking getting her neck snapped. She finished her task in Weapons and moved towards another location, when suddenly Corpse appeared in front of her, coming right out of nowhere.

“Oh- Corpse, you scared me to death” Y/N breathed a laugh, watching as his character stood still for a couple of seconds, before circling around her white astronaut. Y/N nodded her head with a smile, even though he couldn’t see her, and followed him in Shields, where they found Poki’s dead body.

“The body is in Shields” Y/N replied right after reporting the body, only to gasp in shock when she realized more than one person was killed. Red crosses decorated not only Poki’s name but were also visible next to Dave and Lily.

“What the hell?!” Felix all but yelled into his mic, obviously shocked just like everyone else who was still alive.

“Now that’s... a lot of bodies” Sykkuno mumbled under his breath.

“Alright, who’s in Shields? Y/N, you said you found the body there, which one?”

“Poki’s, Corpse was there with me” her reply was followed by his short and low hum.

“Sykkuno, where are you? I didn’t see you anywhere since the last round.” Felix asked, clearly accusing the lime astronaut of being a murderer.

“I was... doing the wires in electrical, Toast was there for a moment as well.”

“Yeah but I was only searching for the body, so I saw you maybe for a second” Toast replied, building even more suspicions around Sykkuno.

“But- guys, you know I wouldn’t kill two people in one round, let alone four of them.”

“No one says you did that, I only mentioned that you were nowhere to be seen. You could’ve been sabotaging the map for the other Impostor” Felix said nonchalantly.

“Guys, I-”

“It’s him! It must be him!” Rae shouted through her mic.

“Sykkuno is 100% innocent, I can vouch for him” Y/N’s voice sounded out in everyone’s headphones “We were together since the start of the game and he didn’t kill me, even though he had quite a number of chances to do so.”

“Weren’t you with Corpse this time?” Felix asked suspiciously.

“I was! But at the beginning, I was with Sykkuno, until someone locked him in Cafeteria. That’s when we split up.”

“And you haven’t seen him ever since?”

“Well, no, but-”

“Then I can assure you it was only a matter of time before he’d stab you in the back” Toast concluded, making Sykkuno gasp in confusion.

“Wha- No, I would never do that! Y/N is our guest, I was just making sure she was okay!”

“Sykkuno, simping won’t save your life right now”

“Wha- I- Guys!” he tried to stutter out some logical explanation “Y/N, don’t believe them!”

“I don’t, I know you’re innocent! C’mon guys, he wouldn’t do it!”

“Yeah yeah, let’s kick him out. Corpse, who are you voting?” Toast asked, and Y/N could see the I voted sign next to his character.

“I kinda feel like Felix tries to shift the blame onto Sykkuno. He didn’t even tell his location, and was already throwing accusations on someone else.” Corpse replied after a moment, making the smile widen on Y/N’s face. Someone was finally on her side!

“That’s because he can’t even explain himself!” Felix exclaimed, voting as well.

“Besides, I’m pretty sure if it wasn’t for whoever locked that door, Y/N would be dead as well!”

“No, I told you I-!”

“Guys, we have ten seconds to vote. Rae?”

“I think it’s him as well. He was acting suspiciously since we started this round. I vote Sykkuno”

“But..!”

“No, Sykkuno...” Y/N whispered with a pout on her lips, when she saw the number of people who voted for her lime friend.

Sykkuno was ejected.

“Alright, I’m pretty sure it’s Felix. I saw Rae multiple times and she didn’t kill me, Toast also doesn’t act very Impostor like, but maybe that’s just one of his strategies... Corpse is with me again, I don’t think that’s him, I mean, he followed me around last round, but still didn’t do anything, and even vouched for me and Sykkuno when we were both clearly chilling in comms. It can’t be him... right?”

Dead body reported.

“I just saw Corpse kill Toast, then vent!” Rae’s voice blared through Y/N’s headphones, as she looked in shock at the red cross next to Toast’s name. If not him, then..?

“What?” the accused man asked calmly “That’s a self-report, she’s trying to frame me. You guys can’t possibly believe her.”

“I believe her. I saw you enter the Electrical with Toast, then he’s suddenly dead” Felix said.

“That’s because she vented in there and killed him.”

“No! I swear, Y/N/N you have to believe me!” she directed her words towards the girl who remained silent during their discussion, processing her accusations over and over in her head. “I was fixing the wires, Toast was doing another task, and then boom! I see Corpse snapping his neck!”

“How could you see that if the lights were off?” Y/N suddenly asked, making Rae cut her own sentence off “No one went to fix them, they were off the entire round.”

Silence.

“It’s Rae, it must be her” Corpse couldn’t help but laugh wholeheartedly at how small was the mistake which completely blew Rae’s cover. “We’re voting Rae, right Y/N?”

“No! Guys, I mean, let me explain, I-!”

Rae was ejected.

“Now that was something I didn’t expect. I would’ve never thought it was her, I even suspected that Sykkuno might really have been the other Impostor, but now... It’s just me, Corpse, and Felix. I’m clear, clearly, so it must be one of them. And since Corpse protected me for the past few rounds, there’s no other option than...”

Her eyes suddenly widened when the realization hit her, and she quickly turned around to speed towards the emergency button. Fortunately, no one was around to stop her from calling the meeting.

“Felix.” Y/N started, trying to contain her excitement and sound seriously “Where were you when Sean was killed?”

Neither Corpse of Felix said a word, as it was probably the last question they expected her to ask. Felix cleared his throat, however, and finally replied:

“Y/N, that was literally the beginning of a game. How am I supposed to remember what I did then?”

“Well” she said nonchalantly “I, for example, clearly remember the things you said even when we were in the lobby.”

“What are you implying?”

“Wasn’t it you, who told everyone that Sean was your number one if you get Impostor?” she asked with a wicked smile on her face. Felix was dumbfounded, he obviously didn’t expect her to pull that card on him, hell, he didn’t even know how she knew about it since she wasn’t even in the call at the time.

“FELIX” Corpse suddenly broke the silence, simultaneously breaking the said man from his train of thoughts.

“Okay, first of all- YOU WEREN’T EVEN IN THE CALL WHEN I SAID THAT” he yelled through his mic, making both Y/N and Corpse laugh, as it only confirmed their suspicions.

“See? You only proved my point.”

“Oh, fuck’s sake- I was just joking okay?!” he tried to defend himself, but hearing how he couldn’t even contain his own laughter anymore, it was clear he already accepted the defeat. “It wasn’t serious, god damn it!”

“You know what to do, Y/N” Corpse’s voice asked through her headphones, and surely, she knew exactly what to do.

“C’mon Y/N, that’s not fair! At least let me explain myself!”

“Bye Felix” she said in an overly dramatic tone before Corpse voted as well.

Soon enough, the sign VICTORY could be seen on her screen, which made her squeak and joy. This game was really fun, even though she was so scared of being killed first.

“I knew it! I knew you would figure out it’s him! That son of a bitch who murdered me!” Jack basically yelled out, clearly very happy about the result.

“Y/N, seriously now, how did you know I’ve said that?” Felix asked without even hiding his surprised tone.

“Let’s just say I might’ve stolen some of your viewers, Felix” she admitted, winking at her webcam, a new wave of comments landing on her chat. “Thanks guys!”

“Okay, that is rude and not fair!”

“It helped me win, so I’ve got nothing else to say” Y/N grinned from ear to ear, before muting herself for a moment to finally answer some of the questions from her chat, while the rest took a quick break to eat something or go to the bathroom.

She was halfway through telling the story of how she met Sean when she noticed she got a message from a private discord chat.

CORPSE: That was really impressive :)

Y/N smiled to herself upon seeing his text and quickly typed out the answer.

Y/N: Thanks!! I wouldn’t have done that without you though, you stood up for me and Sykkuno and all

Y/N: Also, thanks for protecting me from being murdered ^^

CORPSE: No problem, I knew you were innocent right away.

CORPSE: Anyway, good game, Sean was right saying that you’re one of the best players

She couldn’t help the blush that arose on her cheeks, it was very sweet of him to say that, even though she didn’t actually do much except for exposing Felix.

Y/N: I wasn’t an Impostor though, so you didn’t really see much :)

She watched the three dots beside his name, that signaled he was still texting. The chat was completely forgotten, but people seemed to quickly notice that small, shy smile on her lips, and the pink tint decoring her cheeks.

CORPSE: Okay, now I’m intrigued...

Y/N: Maybe we’ll both be Impostors one day ^^

CORPSE: Can’t wait for that to happen.

Soon enough, they returned to the lobby to begin another game. Y/N glanced at her chat for a second, and the moment she returned her eyes to the game, her jaw basically dropped.

IMPOSTOR was written in bold letters in the middle of the red screen, right above her name.

Corpse’s little character was standing beside her.

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hello!~ o(〃＾▽＾〃)o

can i request headcanons for kaeya, diluc, childe, and venti on what they would while their s/o dies in their arms? (if thats okay with u <3)

thank u sm! :))

BESTIE THE PAIN I FEEL RN!!! Omw to make hurt some of my faves hope you enjoy <3

Also guys I’ve been here for a day how are there almost 50 of you following?!

Pairings; (Separate) Kaeya, Diluc, Childe, Venti x reader

Warning(s); hurt, big hurty, reader death, vague wound description, cursing, talk about dead bodies

Keep reading under the cut!

Kaeya

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. You were meant to live forever with him. You were supposed to grow old with him and become a parent to your future children. You were-

“Kaeya” you choke out smiling at your partner above you. The man shakes his head mentally pleading with you to not die “Kaeya I will always be on the wind” you tell him, a shaky, bloody hand raised to his cheek to weekly caress it

“Please” he pleads “Please don’t die on me [name]” you smile at him feeling the breaths in your lungs disappear

“I’m sorry Kae--ya” you apologise before passing away in his arms

He doesn’t move for a long time. He doesn’t feel for a long time. The one person he could share his secrets and his love to gone. Away with the wind

Kaeya doesn’t remember the last time he cried, but he’ll remember this one.

Your beaten, bruised, broken, dead, and beautiful body slumped in his arms as his tears fall from his face as he feels an absence in his heart

How is he supposed to live on if this is the pain he feels right now?

Jean eventually stumbles upon Kaeya out in the wilds, still clutched to your now cold and even more lifeless body

Jean manages to get the man up with your body held close to his chest

“Jean, I can’t, I can’t let them go” he pleads as if he’s waiting for you to simply wake up in his arms

“Kaeya...” Jean says in a concerned tone having never seen him in such a state, even he seemed to quickly recover from his fathers death

Eventually Jean coaxed Kaeya to go back to the city and leave your body in the hands of the sisters. Where they dressed you up and prepared a funeral service for you

The funeral was larger than Kaeya was expecting, you had affected a many more people than he realised from your small jobs around the city. Kaeya can’t help but be awed at how many people you’ve helped while you were in Mond

The usual chatter of Mondstat is quiet and in a time of grieving for about a week or so, many people have wonderful memories of you and Kaeya seems to be collecting them all, that and bunches of flowers. Many of which find themselves laying on your tombstone as Kaeya tells you about his day

A month passes and it seems like everything's back to normal, Kaeya is back to his outgoing self. He spends more nights at the tavern, but even Diluc doesn’t have the heart to cut him off.

Jean seems to pick up on the smallest things, goddamnit Jean, the extra nights at the tavern, the eyebags, the weeping she can hear from his room. In it’s own right is heart-breaking, the acting Grandmaster cannot imagine what it’s like to be actually experiencing that kind of pain

Diluc

No, not like this

You had both decided that night to join each other in your little vigilante escapade. Which was fine you had both done this before, but tonight resulted in something very different

Here you are, head on Dilucs lap. This could be considered romantic, and often was, were it not for the fact you felt like you choked up a mixture of your lung and your bloody supply

“Diluc” you speak with a much worse for wear voice, the red-head looks into your eyes, eyes already gaining moisture. A similar scene has befallen him before, a Diluc knows how this ends

“Please” he pleads his voice wavering “Please don’t leave me” he chokes back a sob and tears fall off his face the salt hitting your own

“I love you so much” you start, Diluc shakes his head. Must you hurt him so with last words? “Don’t blame yourse-” another set of hacking befalls you as you lose more blood

“Please” he pleads again as the grip you had on his arm goes slack indicating your loss of life

Diluc screams, he cries and he hugs you close. He screams into the air of Mondstat until his voice hurts and he cries until all he’s doing is dry sobbing and he holds you close until you’re broken body is pried from his own broken mind

A wondering Jean heard his screams into the night sky and hereby answered them. She never expected to see Diluc, still in his vigilante getup, crying over your body

She calls for more guards who take your body from his and Jean helps Diluc get back to the estate. At one point during the walk Jean can feel DIluc shaking and hyperventilating. So they stand for a moment, Jean holds and comforts the wine-master before they move again

Jean has never seen such emotion from Diluc before, and she wholeheartedly hopes she’ll never have to see it again. Seeing Diluc so raw and rife with emotion is enough to make anyone cry. And Jean nearly did on more than one occasion.

Your funeral is small, much to Dilucs request and really only were attended by the estate and Jean. Diluc didn’t want to cry again in such a large audience

Though the maids often hear pained sobs coming from Dilucs room as he contemplates and often blames himself for what had transpired. Maids daren’t speak up about what they hear though, Diluc’s pain is more than understandable

Diluc throws himself into work opting to man the bar most days of the week and fighting for the city as often as he can. People around him are more than concerned

Diluc’s stoic nature seems to be intensified now, not wanting to let another person in and die in his arms. He’s seen enough death for his life and wishes not to lose more loved ones

Everything seems to have moved back to what life was before you arrived in your life, depressive, monotonous, boring, mundane for the most part and sad. So very sad

He wishes for a day where his heart isn’t strife with grief, but he doubts that day will not be coming anytime soon

Childe

You grin up at him, feeling close to naught pain coming from the gaping wound thanks to the excess of adrenaline that’s pumping through your body

“Childe” you say the smile still on your lips in an attempt at not making the situation as dark and horrific as it is. Childe speaks your name in return

“I love you” you tell him mustering the strength to cup the mans cheek, who immediately nuzzles into it. The situation almost doesn’t feel real to him. He’s going to be shaken awake by a very unwounded you in just a moment and inform him he’s having a nightmare

But that moment doesn’t come. Nor do any words come from you. Your slow rhythms of your heart remind you that he’s still got time, but you’ve expended all your energy. Your smile you’re wearing seems to be dropping

“I love you [name], I love you so much, you are everything I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you” he rambles bringing your body to his chest

“Live for--- me” you sputter out into his chest, a dying wish that Childe isn’t too sure he can uphold. Is it really living if he’s an empty vessel.

You go limp in his arms and he can no longer sense your heartbeat. Death had finally laid claim to you

Childe sits with you for hours, you’d expect him to be wailing like a banshee if you knew his personality but that’s rather not the case. Sobbing quietly is a better word for what happens. Most of his sobs and hacks for air are hidden in your hair. He pulled your body to his shoulder just to weep

Eventually he finds himself mustering the courage to walk back to Liyue Harbour. You firmly held in his arms. He knows that if he walks too plainly the Millelith would pry and ask too many questions for his fragile heart to answer

Childe ends up barging into the wangsheng funeral parlour, which surprises Zhongli a little. He’s about to go on a rant to Childe about how he must book an appointment, until he sees your lifeless body in his arms

The funeral is arranged quickly and neatly. There aren’t many people who attend, Childe is okay with that, he secretly wants to see his family and cry on their shoulder a bit

Instead he opts for a letter, which arrives to the family tear stained and lacking the usual penmanship ‘I’m sorry, you won’t be able to see [name] after all. They passed away not too long ago...’ he basically writes your arbitrary in the letter. And his whole heart is in every word he writes

Determined not to let anybody in Childe finds himself in a pattern, when he’s not throwing himself into battles he’s doing paper work or yelling at his subordinates and when he’s not doing that he’s doing his weekly fight with the traveller. Childe gets next to no sleep and instead opts to reading and rereading every letter and note you’ve ever given him

If Childe passes out at his desk nobody bothers him either in fear of getting yelled at by the harbinger or an understanding of losing a loved one

They never said being a harbinger was fulfilling work. Yet, he let himself believe that he could be fulfilled and content with a lover. What a shameful lie

Venti

He’s awfully quiet. He hasn’t experienced death in so long. Especially one he thought would be forever.

He couldn’t even get to you to hear your last words. Ironic isn’t it? He hadn’t heard that guys last words either. And yet this pains him so much more

Sure mortal lives are fleeting but he was certain he had more time with you. More time to see you grow old, more time to put off your inevitable mortality. More time to-

He’s hyperventilating, Venti’s body shakes as he finds nothing to ground himself not even the person he loves so dear is there for him. He feels like he could explode, breaths caught in his throat refusing to surface and come up for air. Despite being an immortal archon, the breaths that refuse to surface don’t fail to make him feel like he’s choking

A bard he is. And one that knows every song from the past, present and future. Suddenly the pained songs from the future make sense to him. He knew what was written. A love lost

Suddenly he finds himself crying and hunched over your deceased form making promises to the wind that he’ll never forget you. Much like he’ll ever forget that bard

He isn’t sure how long has passed but he’s still sobbing over your form, there aren’t many tears left for him to cry but he can’t find himself stopping. He feels like they’ll never stop.

Maybe he could lay beside you and sleep for another thousand years. But that would only delay the inevitable. The inevitable sinking feeling.

Maybe it was his fault for letting himself fall in love with a mortal, but in the moment he could truly see you living life with him. He could see a marriage, children. He wanted you to have it all.

Damn celestia and all things above for not letting you ascend, at least when he inevitably ascends you’ll be there to greet him. Curse that and your mortality

Jean eventually stumbles upon him during a recon mission to find him covering your body in various flowers, a crown made of cecelias don your head. He’s quiet, but he’s saying goodbye. Who would blame him? Jean doesn’t interrupt him and only wishes you a farewell

News of your death spread around town like wildfire, your grave donned with more flowers than Venti can count. He almost feels bad about not doing a public service after seeing how many people are truly in mourning

Diluc doesn’t push Venti to pay his growing tab no matter how much he should. And Diluc doesn’t say no to Venti singing his happy tunes in the tavern

It feels like his life has retuned to normal. Though Jean can’t help but look out the library window to see Venti sat atop his statue with an expression, as Jean can only guess, of sadness.

Venti finds himself going back to an old schedule again but he can’t miss the nagging feeling of somethings missing. The something being you

Sometimes he half expects you to hug him from behind, or join him up at the statue, or kiss him on his nose, or-

Venti can’t quite comprehend how he feels, he just knows there’s a hole in his heart where you belonged. And he doesn’t want to let anyone find their way into there

He doesn’t want to lose again

It’s happened too much

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