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corollaservant · 12 days

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Retail Therapy // Dabi x f!reader x Shigaraki (18+)

Synopsis: Working as a sales assistant in a high end sneaker shop is boring. But you're about to be taught otherwise.

Warnings: noncon/dubcon, heavy?degradation, vaginal and oral sex, illegal recording, mentions of crimes, ableist remarks (not from reader), harassment, dumbification

A/N: idk how I thought of LoV as streamers (but not like gamers). Thank you to the anon from @corollaburner (my spam acc) who said yes when I asked if someone wants this, hope you like it! (longer fic?)

Another boring day at work. But honestly, what were you expecting?

You didn’t know anyone who had fun working in retail. Not that this would be your job forever, as you planned on quitting and you know, try something else. Dropping out of college may have not been a smart move but you were confident that you’d find your path, somewhere, sometime. The store was never busy, the pricing and interior design repelling most passers-by and only attracting a couple influencer kids (you often laughed at the term) accompanied by their rich parents or a few unknown athletes in an effort to buy designer and make a better name for themselves. High end clients never showed up in person, they had no reason to, no one shopped at boutiques anymore, all the more sneaker ones.

You would often kill time by watching stuff online (who didn’t), looking at the latest socialite news in various media outlets, the world was going downhill, you thought, as you absentmindedly sipped from your water bottle, articles writing about villains, social pariahs, as they’d branded them, parading power by killing innocent civilians ‘for the fun of it’.

Your thoughts were interrupted when two shadows at the door caused you to look up. Customers? No way. Your heart stopped for a second thinking to yourself what kind of a twisted game of fate this was, as both walked through the door. Who didn’t fucking know them, Dabi and his subordinate, the man he had on a leash even though he was the supposed boss, Shigaraki Tomura. What the fuck where they doing here?

The taller man, which you knew was Dabi, wore a dark blue jacket with its collars ripped and matching pants that cut off above his ankles while his patched purple skin stood out, as surgically attached staples (or where these piercings?) moved when he smiled. Despite the menacing appearance, you had to admit he looked quite.. elegant? His shorter companion didn't fail to catch your eye either, a hood pulled low over his face wearing a miserable plain outfit. Under other circumstances, you’d throw pathetic guys like them in a second out the establishment, the store wasn’t some charity/asylum but you quickly reconsidered once you remembered the recent streaming they made. Shigaraki filmed Dabi burning up a whole forest just to kill some time as they laughed. Problem was they had accidentally murdered some poor people on a picnic, who they’d later find and film, joking about how ‘today was not the day for a picnic, guys’. The two guys would livestream the whole thing on various platforms, other times they’d upload it later on a channel they owned under an alias, where perverse comments encouraged shit like that and gave them both views. They obviously had a clear immoral viewpoint on heroes (they despised the filth society had created on false pretense) and never failed to shout it even louder.

‘’Hello, sweetheart.’’ Dabi greeted you, approaching the register. His loyal dog followed close, hands in his pockets and a sly smile.

‘’Me and my..friend would like to check out a few shoes today, we’re feeling generous.’’ he continued.

You quickly regained composure and stammered a ‘’y-yes, sure’’ as they looked at you, Dabi's eyes diverting to look at your work uniform, a blazer with exposed bust and a tight pencil skirt (yeah yeah you knew this was a high end sneaker store but rules were rules and you had to attract the filthy rich men somehow).

‘’W-what would you guys l-like to see?’’ you were choking on the words, the proximity not helping further.

‘’Sweetie got a speech impediment?’’ Shigaraki said directly to your face before Dabi interrupted.

‘’Don’t listen to this asshole, he isn’t getting any so he’s always pissed off.’’ to which the first scowled but remained silent.

Dabi seemed.. kind? you thought as you looked at him and shyly moved to the display shelves.

‘’S-so, could you guys tell me what you’re looking for exactly?’’ you couldn’t believe these two had to come to your place for fucking shoes, somehow the thought of villains having to buy clothes had never really crossed your mind.

‘’We don’t fucking care, sweetheart’’ Dabi said looking directly at your fluttering from anxiety chest and eyeing your tits. Such a pervert, thinking you wouldn’t notice.

The whole time Shigaraki was on his phone, which he held in a bizzare way, it was known his quirk involved his hands but you never bothered to care, both these guys were murderous and you possessed no ‘quirk’ or whatever they called it in hero circles so it really wouldn’t matter if it came down to physical altercations.

‘’We have t-these ones’’ you lifted your arm up to show Dabi a new pair you got in last week as his eyes traveled to your bent ass, your skirt accentuating the curves even more, as he smirked to himself.

‘’T-they collaborated two brands for this.’’ you murmured, not sure he heard you. His presence made you anxious, you knew what he was capable of and definitely wanted to live another day.

‘’Oh yeah?’’ Dabi said. ‘’How much do these cost? They’re fucking ugly.’’

You opened your mouth to retort but settled with a ‘’T-two grand’’ which came off unsure and hesitant.

‘’These are dead. Two grand for these abominations? Hey Shiggy, come look!’’ he told the man who had been too consumed with his phone to listen to the conversation.

‘’Look at that shit man, can you believe trash heroes buy that for two grand?’’ he asked as the latter responded

‘’Yeah I really don’t give a fuck, buy your shit and go, I have content to upload.’’

‘’Please excuse him, baby, he’s just a weirdo who gets off on livestreaming the people he decays, don’t worry we won’t take long.’’

Decaying? Livestreams? And why did he call you baby? These guys had to be joking, they were openly talking about murdering people for fun and you suddenly felt sick, your stomach with its contents turned over.

You had been silent, looking at them in horror, while Dabi broke the silence.

‘’Awwh, c’mon now, I’ll be nice. I think I might like these.’’ he said and pointed to a pair of black plain sneakers, they’d suit him, you thought despite the predicament.

You must’ve not reacted at all so he spoke again:

‘’Are you slow, sweetheart? I said I want to try these on, in 15’’ in a tone that made you immediately snap out of your thoughts and take a step back, he felt too close through your peripherals.

‘’L-let me check in the b-back for you guys’’ you apologetically mewled as you backtracked, you couldn’t even turn around but slowly got to the storage room. Fuck, you thought, of course he had to be wearing one of the largest freaking sizes, your store never brought these as no one ever bought them, what was he, a fucking giant? You were frantically searching through storage drawers and basically anything scattered you could find across the room but with no success, the pair was sold out -it was a basic choice- and the sizing available was 13 and below. Shit, you cursed, as you were about to exit, when you saw two figures at the door startling you.

‘’What’s taking you so long? Lost in the hallway?’’ Dabi mocks, as Shigaraki snorts.

‘’I- i- couldn’t f-find the ones you’re looking for’’ you avert your eyes as you utter the words and Dabi’s smirk wavers as he stares at you.

‘’What does that mean, baby?’’ he asks, as he inches closer. ‘’You should be grateful I even chose this shitty store in the first place. It’s not enough you charge poor customers two grand for shoes I can find in the dumpster, now you’re telling me you don’t have the one pair I actually liked?’’ he raises his tone as he has you practically pinned against the door. You could’ve sworn the other guy's laughing but the room’s spinning and you try to take a deep breath.

‘’I- i’m sorry, guys, p-please let me try to find s-something else- for you, I-’’

‘’No, I think you can just shut the fuck up now, sweetheart. I don’t want excuses from that dumb little mouth of yours’’ His words hurt as you try blinking your tears away, it used to help but not when they’re flooding your eyes like a stream anyway. You feel like this could actually be your end and matter of fact, anyone would know soon enough, as you’d probably also get livestreamed while they’re at it.

‘’Soo.. let me get this straight, you can’t find a proper excuse, you don’t have my shoes, you make me and Tomura wait while you're blabbering some bullshit and you scam stupid cunts for money. Does your boss know he’s hired the dumbest whore on the planet? Or do you fuck him to keep your job? Shame truly, all this for a shitty job, you reaally gotta be desperate.’’ he says and now the tears are well formed and fall from your eyes, as you sob- you literally sob, ashamed and hurt, these men didn't even know you and here they were throwing words around because of a pair of fucking shoes, you feel disgusting, useless and embarrassed, as you choke out some ‘’im s-sorry’’s and apologize profusely.

None of them seem to care about your tears or your stuffed nose, snots falling on your chest and staining the work blazer and Dabi continues in an amused tone.

‘’Stop crying, it's pathetic. Be of use instead, will you?’’ he sighs and signals to Shigaraki, who had been watching his phone intently the whole time, to come close.

‘’Tomura, how do you think bitches like her pay when they can’t satisfy my needs?’’ he asks the man, who contemplates for a second, kind of clueless and annoyed, interrupted from the live streaming of the rest of the LoV.

‘’Ugh.. I don't know, kill her? Listen man, we don’t have much time, we have to go meet the rest, so whatever you want to do, make it quick, I want to show my face in Toga’s stream, she has too many hot bitches watching her.’’ he sighs.

This man is out of his mind.

‘’Shiggy you fucking incel, it’s not like you’re going to fuck any of them, so how about you put your scrambled decayed brain to good use?’’ Dabi responds, all while you’re looking at the exchange horrified, where the fuck is this going?

‘’Well, since apparently I’m the smart one here, I’ll tell you both how this is gonna end up.’’ Dabi exhales, he sounds bored but his eyes gleam, he seems amused. ‘’You can’t offer me my shoes? You offer me your body, it’s not like you have anything else going on for you anyways. I fuck you and your little cunt and you’’ he turns his attention to Shigaraki, ‘’you’re going to film the whole fucking thing. Should grant you enough pussy once I let you participate.’’

You want to scream, you really do. But there’s no words coming out, the phone’s too far away, the storage room hidden in plain sight and there’s two guys ganging up on you so what’s the only thing you do? Beg.

‘’P-please, Dabi, I can- I can help you find something else, we have-’’ you blabber but he cuts you off.

‘’Wow doll, surprised your dumb brain memorized the name. But I don’t blame you, I would too.’’ He’s inching closer to you as you backtrack, each step he takes leads you towards the end of the room, the closet touches your back as you’re pinned under him, touching the shelves.

‘’Got the camera on?’’ he tells Shigaraki, without turning to look at him, while the latter scoffs.

‘’Yeah, all set’’ he says, you can see him holding his phone and wait impatiently.

‘’Now’’ Dabi says, ‘’take that nasty shirt off, God, who dresses whores like you up? Tits out and everything for the public to see.’’ he says as your shaking hands start unbuttoning the work blazer, you had no shirt under it, it was a hot day and you hadn’t bothered, it’s not like customers were frequent.

He’s so close to you that your arms touch on his shirt as you slowly remove it and it falls down your shoulders, your bare tits in full display not just for him but for Shigaraki’s camera to film as well. His eyes rake you up and down, your cheeks stained with tears, your hair disheveled and flying all over as your tits bounce on your chest, rising and falling from anxiety. It’s swift, but you notice how his turquoise eyes widen-not a lot since they’re heavy lidded and half patched- to the sight of your tits.

‘’Fuck, these look nice’’ he comments as he brings up both hands to grope them while you gasp. His hands are not as cold as you expected, they’re large, slender and painted black as he starts circling his wrists while still at a fair distance. You moan and he smirks, Shigaraki switching spots to get a better angle.

Dabi closes the distance as his face is on yours, his breath on your mouth as you close your eyes and he laughs.

‘’Awhh, did you think I’d kiss you?’’ he says as you whimper frustrated but he continues ‘’Whores like you don’t deserve kisses.’’ He grabs your skirt with both hands, as he aggressively lowers it.

His words cut deep and you fight the urge to let another stream of tears fall down your face, you’d been called names in the past, but the way he talked intimidated and upset you way more than anyone before. Unbeknownst to him, your felt your panties soaked, his hands on your tits had turned you on, the thought of you being like this disgusted you. You really were pathetic and he’d soon find out.

His hands cupped your clothed cunt as you moaned ‘’D-dabi, please’’ to which a voice from the back laughed, you had completely forgotten about Shigaraki, the fact that he was watching (and filming) making you want to vomit.

‘’Baby, please shut the fuck up.’’ Dabi said as he moved to your left and continued ‘’Tomura, are you getting this?’’ but at this point Tomura was not only getting it but holding the phone with one hand while the other rubbed his hard-on.

Dabi moves your panties to the side, almost ripping them apart and pushes two fingers without warning in your lubricated cunt as you choke on a moan, his fingers feel so good around you and he knows how to move them inside you, working his way deeper, while they’re already long.

‘’Man, you’re not gonna believe how wet she is’’ he tells Tomura, who hums and strokes his clothed cock, his phone shaking in his hand.

You’re being moved up and down the shelves, his fingers penetrating your cunt with force as you feel the pressure in your core build up, you think about fucking yourself on his fingers, grinding up and down but he brings his other hand to your neck and chokes you unfortunately correctly, blocking your airway immediately: ‘’Don’t think you get to decide when to cum’’ he says as he removes his stained hands, your arousal is brought to your face as he turns around and proudly shows the camera.

‘’Look at this retail cockwhore guys, pussy dripping from two men she couldn’t sell shoes to’’ he brags and you crumble, embarrassed and desperate for an end.

‘’D-dabi, p-please don’t say that’’ you mewl and he looks at you with pity.

‘Say what? The fucking truth? Aren’t you a little cumslut, yes or no?’’

‘’I- I - am n-not-’’

‘’I said, are you or aren’t you my little cumslut, yes - or - no?’’ he orders as you notice something small and blue igniting from his fingertips and you freeze.

‘’Say it’’ he orders.

‘’I- i am’’ you brokenly murmur, but he needs all the words.

‘’You’re what?’’

‘’Y-your cumslut’’ you're shaking not wanting to believe this ordeal.

‘’I need the name too, camera's on you know’’. he says again, his patience wearing thin.

‘’I-i-am--Dabi’s cumslut’’ you look at the camera and with that he finally snaps, turning you over and grabbing you by the waist, his wet fingers touch your lower back, ass to his erection, as he spanks you and you flinch.

‘’Good, now let’s show everyone how good cumsluts like you get fucked’’ he smirks as he unzips his pants and brings his cock in between your folds.

The sensation is intoxicating, your heat and his pre leaking in between you while your hands are stretched to touch a shelf you can’t reach.

‘’Make sure you’re getting this’’ is all Dabi says before pushing his cock inside you as you let out a sharp cry, he’s too big and you can’t take him at once, a shooting pain up your entrance as he starts thrusting at a steady pace.

‘’P-please ‘s too much, s-slow d-down’’ you yell behind you but he doesn’t seem to be giving a fuck, as he grabs your hips harshly and pushes his angry cockhead with hatred all the way up inside you, your pussy stretching to accommodate him and his length and you thank his fingers for the prior lubrication and mess they made in your cunt.

‘’F-fuck, feels too good’’ he groans as he rams into you, you hear a sudden whimper and look around to see Shigaraki with his cock out, moving his fist up and down his length, a phone still on his hands while his eyes are fixated on the spectacle.

You don’t have time to beg for him to stop filming because Dabi’s slender fingers are toying with your clit, his cock ripping apart your insides and digits finding the bundle of nerves with ease. He teases your clit, not harshly, as his cock does that for you, but in light strokes, like he’s trying to tickle you and you feel yourself tremble, your cunt twitches on and he feels it as he groans ‘’Shit, you’re tight, too? Who would’ve expected it, hmm’’ as Shigaraki is starting his commentary on camera.

‘’Take a look guys, this is probably the biggest cockwhore we’ve seen, look closer, I bet ya 10 bucks her hole so loose, Dabi’s numb in there.’’ while Dabi huffs, skin slapping sounds reverberate through the small room, as he continues his pace, cock disappearing in between your folds.

‘’Man, shut the fuck up’’ he tells the guy behind him, ‘’her pussy’s tight as shit..or maybe I just have a big cock, unlike your incel ass’’ he says and you moan, he’s becoming harsher, his cruel words only cause more arousal, you can’t deny the pleasure he’s giving you, each time he belittles you or Shigaraki for the matter. You feel yourself tense around his length and while you can’t see him, you imagine him drinking in your desperate arched back, frustrated whines and pathetic attempts to sink down on his cock, even though you know damn well he’s the one setting the pace and pulling the strings.

‘’Hey, Shiggy’’ he groans, ‘’want me to let the whore fuck herself on my cock? She seems so eager’’ he tells Tomura, who at this point is solely focused on your ass sinking up and down Dabi’s cock.

‘’S-sure’’ he breathes out, too horny to care.

Dabi stops moving, cock hard and still inside you, stretching out your cunt regardless ,as you pant frustrated, you’d been so close and he stopped once again. Fuck it, you think, you need to get your release somehow.

You take a deep breath and start your tantalizing moves with his length throbbing in your walls, you move and grind your hips back and forth as Dabi hisses, his hands dig in your ass, a pain from a metal on your hips, you’d definitely have marks tomorrow but it feels too good and he lets you, which surprises you.

‘’D-dabi, is she good?’’ a voice calls from behind and Dabi doesn’t answer, he just lets you do your work as you increase your pace, your legs are about to fail you but you raise yourself up and grip whatever you can find in front of you while chokes escape your mouth. You think you might make yourself come and he must be on the verge too, because he grabs you by the hair and shoves his cock all the way up your cunt, leaving you breathless as he spits a ‘’enough’’ and starts drilling himself inside at his own relentless pace.

You’re feeling numb, repetitive thrusts and a heating sensation down your core, you wish for his hands on your clit so you beg. Again.

‘’D-dabi, please, t-touch me there.’’

‘’Beggars can’t be choosers, baby.’’ he smirks, breaths ragged as he plunges his cock into you, the perfect motion for your pussy to clench and while he acted all tough, a hand is back on the aching nub, he wants you to come undone, wants to be the one bringing you to such despair.

‘’D-dabi, I-im-hmn.. g-gonna–’’

Hairs sticking to your face, veins popping out your hands as you feel something in your stomach snap, blabber a bunch of incoherent words and release all over his cock, trembling- pussy pulsating all around him.

He’d been waiting for this, holding himself back, he could’ve come way sooner but wanted your orgasm on him so he lets himself go with a couple final thrusts. He moans out a ‘’f-fuuck– agh–..good cunt–..baby’’ before shooting his cum all the way up your cervix, long spurts that feel endless inside you and the sensation is tingling, almost satisfying in a twisted way.

A voice interrupts the moment when both of you turn to look at Shigaraki, his angry cockhead in between half a fist and a frown on his face, he seems upset.

‘’Dabi you idiot, I wanted her too’’ he says and Dabi looks at you, fucked out and cum oozing from your hole. His cum.

‘’Well,’’ Dabi looks at you, ‘’would my favorite cumslut help a friend in need?’’ he smirks, ‘’just a quick blowjob, we don’t have all the time in the world’’ and you wordlessly nod, his gaze doesn’t leave room for debate.

‘’C-could I please have some water?’’ you mewl, your throat dry from the sounds made earlier.

‘’Water?’’ Dabi laughs, ‘’nah, it’s too far away. Here, have this instead.’’ he says as he approaches you and swiftly moves his hands up your cunt, gathering his cum and bringing it to your mouth. ‘’Open up’’ he orders and your eyes widen before you realize his load is lubricating your mouth, as he continues ‘’now, you can suck the incel off.’’ he says as Shigaraki is too impatient to retort and already has his cock poking at your mouth. He’s smaller but has nonetheless notable girth.

‘’Mhm..not gonna last long, man’’ he says to which Dabi snorts, not really giving a fuck. Indeed, once you're forced to take Tomura in your mouth and bob your head up and down a couple times, he pants and whines, cock jerking in your mouth, as his hand not holding the phone (all except one finger) rests on your head pushing it down his pubes. Soon enough he comes, you can tell by the way he frantically tilts his hips up, so you remove your mouth in tears, this feels horrible. His load spurts all over the place, some lands on your hair and some on his shirt.

‘’Fuck!’’ he groans, ‘’my shirt’s stained, you whore.’’ his voice whiny as his eyes narrow. For the first time, he inflicts terror on you, as his hand’s about to touch you when Dabi interrupts.

‘’Enough, she’ll give you another one, I’m sure shitty store sells some lame shirts, as far as I’ve seen’’ to which Tomura sighs and removes his shirt. He throws it to your face and hisses.

‘’Gross, you can keep it, cumslut’’. You feel fucked out, tainted and humiliated when Dabi speaks up.

‘’Tomura–’’ There's still hope in your eyes, as you turn to him.

‘’She's about to put in on Depop you know.’’

Dabi and Tomura smirk and you wordlessly get up, something plummets inside (your heart?), as you wipe tears inside your elbow, the only clean body part of yours.

It’s been hours since the shift ended but you’re curled up in bed, bruised inside out and you can’t sleep, your mind blank, as you anxiously scratch your knees. You feel violated, you remember Dabi’s hands on you, cock and fingers inside you, Tomura’s shirt and his load in your hair, which was later thoroughly washed to the point clumps fell off, when a message appears on your phone.

It’s a message request from a @ touyat and it reads:

How’s my favorite cockwhore doing?

You suddenly feel very cold, how did they even find you? Your hands shaking as you pick up your phone to unlock it only for a new request to pop up:

@ shigarakitomura

1 attachment sent.

You take a deep breath as you contemplate.

Well, this could be worse, you try to think rationally. This could’ve been livestreamed.

#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #dabi x reader #shigaraki tomura x reader #touya todoroki #mha smut #bnha x reader #mha fanfiction #mha dabi #mha shigaraki #mha #mha x reader #tw noncon #tw dubcon #tw degradation #tw dumbification #i honestly feel bad ngl #corollaservant

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Gilbert von Obsidian - An Unforgettable Day for You - 2nd Birthday - Event Summary

Do I ever know what I’m doing? You shouldn’t trust me, or my suspect understanding of what’s going on in my daily life, much less in Gilbert’s world.

Accuracy is not guaranteed - you should definitely pick up this event when it reaches the English server.

This event is set post Gilbert's route - so fair warning for spoilers.

Today was Emma’s Birthday, so there was no way Gilbert didn’t have a shenanigan planned and the day started with Gilbert inviting Emma to his room and wishing her a happy birthday. And immediately locking the door behind her.

Gilbert’s room has a special lock, where if you don’t have the right key, you can't get in or out of the room. However, despite being trapped, Emma is not worried.

Gilbert was prepared to celebrate Emma’s birthday and had already decorated his room. There are black streamers, a banner with black letters spelling out ‘Happy Birthday’, and a cake in the shape of a book on Gilbert’s worktable. Unexpectedly, there are bright red roses accenting the room, which are known to be difficult to acquire in Obsidian. Emma thinks that these might be artificial flowers.

Next to the cake is a new black dress that shows the signs of Gilbert’s handiwork.

Emma asks if he did all of this, and Gilbert agrees, he’s not so magnanimous to let other people celebrate Emma’s birthday too. Emma admires the decorations – from the way Gilbert speaks, everything was personally hand-made by Gilbert himself.

With a sweet and soft smile, Gilbert points out that this isn’t even her main birthday present. He proffers his wrist, which has a handcuff dangling from it, one side connected to him.

Emma asks what he thinks he’s doing, and Gilbert sweetly asks if she has never seen handcuffs before. Emma assures him that she has and is wondering what he’s doing with them.

Gilbert reminds Emma that it is her birthday today. Isn’t this a great present, she’ll always be with him today. After a long silence, Gilbert laughs and asks if Emma is speechless from joy. This was a great birthday present in the end.

Emma was more than half-prepared to be locked up in Gilbert’s room for the day, but the handcuffs were throwing her for a loop. It doesn’t seem to be one of those trick handcuffs, so she will need a key if she ever wants to be released.

After an even longer silence, Gilbert asks if she doesn’t like his birthday present after all. Emma asks if Gilbert is saying that he needs to be handcuffed to her to stay with her.

Not at all, Gilbert just thought she would enjoy it more if they were more physically connected to each other, instead of just symbolically.

Well, agreeing to Gilbert’s offer would mean that they couldn’t be more than a few feet away from each other all day. However, Emma is curious to see where this goes. Gilbert notes that she has a happy expression.

Oh no, Emma shouldn’t give in and let herself get swept away by Gilbert’s random needs. However, Gilbert had a different-than-usual way of loving someone, and this is one of his unique expressions. She cuffs the other end of the handcuffs around her wrist.

Gilbert offers to give her one more thing and drops something small and hard into Emma’s hand. It’s a glossy black key, the color of Gilbert’s hair. Gilbert tells her that she can unlock and remove the handcuffs whenever she wants.

Emma grumbles that Gilbert is being mean today. He’s making it so that every moment that the handcuffs are cuffed to her, it’s something that she actively wants.

Well, Emma is in. She might as well spend all day being corrupted by Gilbert. Gilbert promises to corrupt her so much that she’ll be unrecognizable. His smile grows wider when Emma places the key on the table.

Emma changes into the dress Gilbert made for her (apparently while wearing handcuffs). They got ready to eat the book-shaped cake together. Gilbert invites Emma to sit on the special birthday seat, which so happens to be his lap. Afterward, they drink champagne together and chat about meaningless things while Gilbert strokes her hair.

The day comes to an end, and Gilbert sorrowfully looks out the window, mourning that a single day isn’t long enough to celebrate Emma’s birthday. Emma assures him that she’s content, after all, Gilbert gave her so much today.

Gilbert points out that he’s taken away even more from her though, not that he’s planning on giving anything back. Emma thinks he’s talking about her life in Rhodolite, or her future with a decent man. She assures him that she won’t take them back even if he offers. She’d give it all up again in order to stay with Gilbert. Gilbert notes that she loves him enough to even handcuff herself to him, and Emma agrees. Once again, Gilbert kisses her.

Gilbert asks if she thinks he’s done giving her presents today. They have yet to celebrate in the traditional Obsidian style. Gilbert takes one of Emma’s hands into his and when he releases it, a jet-black rose carved out of obsidian is in Emma’s hand. Unlike her Rhodolite roses, a jewel carved into a rose won’t wither and die.

In Obsidian, the land of Military and Ore, it is customary to give jewelry at every anniversary. If a person is particularly loved, their funeral gem display is very luxurious.

But, it would be boring if all Gilbert gave her was a decoration, he wants to make each of their anniversaries special. Gilbert holds her hand, covering the obsidian rose. He raises her hand to his mouth and presses his lips against her fingers, and Emma notes that there is a lingering warmth in them from their last kiss.

When Gilbert lets go, Emma is no longer holding a rose, but a second key, with the Obsidian crest emblazoned on it. Emma asks Gilbert what this key leads to.

Gilbert’s room, of course.

Emma is so surprised; she almost drops the key. While she fumbles for it, Gilbert laughs as if it was the funniest thing he’s ever seen. Gilbert explains that this way, she can visit him whenever she wants.

Emma understands the weight of this gift. Obsidian is also known as the land of deceit and corruption – and Gilbert has just given her unfiltered access to him. The key is a symbol that he trusts her with his own life.

Emma asks if he’s sure, after all, she could enter his room and attack him in his sleep. Gilbert sounds playfully worried and asks if she’s really planning on attacking him in his sleep, and what does she think he’ll do? He then asks if she promises that she’ll come ‘attack’ him in his bed at night. Emma refuses, and Gilbert asks if she’s lying about something so fun. Emma complains about him making fun of her. Gilbert complains about her playing with his heart.

When Gilbert affects a sulky face, Emma kisses him as if to soothe him. She promises to take care of the key. And she admits that she enjoyed this birthday.

Gilbert is happy to hear that Emma enjoyed it and promises to celebrate every birthday of hers with everything he has. Emma asks if that is a promise and reminds him that she plans on living for a very long time. Gilbert knows what he’s promised.

The chain connecting their handcuffs together clinks as they kiss.

#ikemen prince #ikepri #gilbert von obsidian #ikepri spoilers

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minhio22 · 18 days

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Happy birthday Hajun

It's something i wrote like mid may at night on my bunk bed at dorms a year ago in my book. Its more self indulgent than anything. But damn do i love reading this thing for myself over and over again.

Currently you were running around BAE’s shared apartment trying to get the place ready for a certain someone’s birthday. For the most part you were trying to keep Anne away from burning the kitchen down or making something unedible. Wouldn't want anyone dying on Hajun’s birthday now do we?

You managed to pull Anne away from the kitchen and kept them busy by blowing balloons. You were helping Allen with the streamers now. Despite your nervously shaking hands you managed to keep a steady conversation going with him, that is until he mentioned your shaking hands.

“Say Y/n, why are your hands shaking?” He asked innocently.

You smiled at him nervously. “Well I'm afraid that I might mess this whole thing up. Also I feel like I'm forgetting something but I can't put my finger on it.” You said while thinking about what you might have forgotten.

“Don't worry about it. I'm sure Hajun appreciates that his girlfriend is throwing a party for him. Besides, he's infatuated with you. I've never seen him like that before he got with you.” Allen smiled sweetly at you.

The moment the word ‘girlfriend’ was uttered from him your face had turned red. Despite being together for a while now you couldn't help that help but still become a blushing mess around Hajun. It doesn't help that he finds your blushing face cute and keeps teasing you just to see it. Sometimes you wondered how you managed to land one of the most popular guys at campus and lived to tell the tale. You didn't say anything else and opted to stay quiet as you continue to decorate the apartment.

You were staring at a freshly frosted cake thinking hard about something. You had baked the cake according to Hajun’s preferences that you had apparently stored in your mind and managed to not forget when you asked him what kind of cake he likes a while ago.

“I'm seriously forgetting something.” You mumbled while mindlessly placing strawberries on the cake.

Anne and Allen were deciding on how to surprise Hajun when he came in. He's still not back from his modeling job. You wondered what kind of clothes he was modeling for this time. As if somehow Hajun knew you were thinking about it, your phone buzzed. You unlocked it and read the message Hajun sent. You blushed and stared at your phone when you saw that he had sent you a selfie of himself in the clothes he was modeling for. Insert description for whatever hecking clothes u want.

There was also a message attached to it. ‘Be back soon.’

Ever since that one time where you accidentally confessed that you liked seeing him in the clothes for his countless modeling jobs, he wouldn't stop teasing you that time but ever since that day he would send you a selfie of himself during his photoshoot. Hajun would also give you a copy of the magazines he's starring in everytime they came out to which you said that you would give it to someone else which you never did. In fact all of them were in your room in a slightly hidden corner of your bookshelf. You would never tell him that you still kept it because Hajun would tease you relentlessly. He still kept giving you the magazines though but you didn't mind it since it meant that you didn't have to spend money on them. He probably secretly knew you never got rid of them. Perks of having a rich boyfriend I guess.

While lost in your thoughts, you suddenly heard the jingle of keys and the three of you stopped in your tracks. In a flash you, Anne and Allen were hiding near the door with party poppers in your hands.

“I'm home.” Rung throughout the apartment as none of you said anything. Hajun stepped in and the three of you bursted out of your hiding place shouting ‘happy birthday’.

There was a slight look of surprise on his face but was then replaced with his usual smiling expression. Hajun was staring particularly at you who was standing at the back of the group as he made his way to you with a mischievous and teasing smile.

You were staring at gum, blushing madly with your mouth slightly agape. You didn't even pull your party popper too stunned when you saw him, your brain couldn't process the beauty that was Yeon Hajun standing in front of you, ready to tease you while brushing a stray hair away from your face.

“Like what you see?” Hajun teased.

“I-i. W-waht? Huh?” You were at a loss for words that you just blushed harder and gently pulled the part popper off in his face.

Hajun just laughed at your reaction as bits of streamers hit his face. “I bought it just for today.” Hajun gestured to his outfit. “Enjoying the view?”

You didn't answer as you were taking in all of the details of him. Insert description of hajun's outfit from his birthday illust last year cause i cannot for the live of myself describe it rn and im too lazy. Hajun smirked when you didn't answer and just continued staring. You blushed as humanly possible when you realize you're staring and nodded slowly at him.

“Awww you're so cute.” He pecked your cheek and took your hand leading you to the dining room as you got flustered over the kiss. “Come on. Anne and Allen are waiting for us.”

Indeed they were. The two left you two alone in your little world not wanting to disturb the moment. They had already started eating but left the cake untouched.

“Hurry up, you two lovebirds. I want to eat Y/n’s cake.” Anne exclaimed.

You got embarrassed at the statement as Hajun chuckled. You sat beside Hajun and he stood in front of the cake holding a knife. Allen had taken the liberty of taking videos and pictures as you all sang the happy birthday song as he blew out the candles and cut the cake.

The cake had been cut and the first slice had gone to Hajun. You handed him a fork to which he gave his thanks with that charming smile of his that makes your knees weak. You smiled at him sweetly. He took a bit of his cake and his face instantly lit up. He gestured for you to come closer and you did. Anne and Allen had already started eating again and left you two to your shenanigans. You tilted your head wondering what he wanted.

“Did you like the picture I sent you?” He whispered in your ear. The closeness made you flustered and you nodded. Hajun seemed satisfied with your lack of words for an answer and backed up and took another bite of the cake. “You really outdid yourself this time. I love it.” Hajun praised you.

“Glad to hear.”

“Do you want the strawberry?” Hajun knew about your fondness for fruits and that small gesture made your heart melt.

“I shouldn't. It's your cake.”

The whole time you were saying this he took the strawberry from his slice of cake using the fork and held it in front of your lips. “And that means I can do what I want with it.”

You couldn't argue with that so you ate the strawberry he fed you with a shy but satisfied smile. Allen and Anne were long gone from the dinner table, opting to sit at the living room in front of the TV to give you privacy to flirt but it's mainly just Hajun teasing you.

You savored the strawberry as its sweetness danced on your tongue. Hajun seemed to be enjoying himself, making you blush and teasing you was one of his favourite past times.

“Do you want a taste of the cake now?” Hajun asked.

You nodded nervously as if he would do something unexpected next. And unexpected things he did.

You didn't even have time to comprehend what happened when you felt something soft on your lips. Your eyes were wide open in surprise while Hajun’s were closed, leaning in to kiss you gently.

That sudden action made your heart melt and blush harder than ever. The kiss wasn't short nor was it too long. It lasted long enough that you could taste the cake he had taken a bite of before kissing you. Hajun pulled away and you were to say at the very least dazed and breathless.

Hajun on the other hand had a faint blush on his face but he seemed happy and proud of himself. He was caressing your cheek now. “So? How was it?”

“It tasted sweet.” You mumbled embarrassedly which elicited a chuckle from him.

“I see… Now I wonder what you got me for my present.”

It hit you then. The thing you had forgotten but desperately tried to recall and failed to do so. Hajun seemed to notice the slight shift in your expression.

“What's wrong?”

You felt extremely guilty having forgotten this one important thing. Tears threaten to spill but you didn't want to embarrass yourself over this small thing. “I-i forgot. I'm sorry.”

He rubbed your cheek with his thumb as his gaze softened. “It's alright. Besides you, being my girlfriend is the best gift I could have.” That just you blush seeing him soft like this.

“But you could make it up to me.” You questioned him about what it was. He then moved his thumb on your lip, a slight mischievous and hungry glint in his eyes. “Let's just say….. I won't be letting you sleep tonight.” He grinned.

Nevermind butterflies in your stomach, you felt like you had jumping beans in them. If it was possible to invent a new shade of red, your face definitely did it. Hajun’s expression went back to its usual smile that he put up around other people but that look in his eyes was still there. You couldn't lie and say that it didn't excite you but you felt nervous knowing how he could be. Let's just say you really didn't sleep much that night.

Im leaving the ending up to yalls imagination. What did they do? Idk ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ maybe they stayed up late playing video games.

#hajun yeon x reader #paradox live #oneshot #birthday oneshot #happy birthday hajun u sadistic mf #paradox live x reader #i for the life of myself cannot describe clothing rn maybe ill come back and actually write it also ill do layout when i feel like it dkdbd #i love this thing i wrote in my tiny book when i was at school still #mid typing it out i realise hajun eating sweets isnt accurate but i was new to the fandom that time so leave me be #also its mostly self indulgence i wrote this #mostly its for myself but here u go #yeon hajun #hajun yeon #yeon hajun x reader

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changbinsbigtoe · 1 year

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5 Minutes - Huh Yunjin x fem!reader

summary: after not seeing your girlfriend for a couple days you settle for a phone call. To which is interrupted by Yunjin not paying attention, causing you to get mad.

warnings- argument, crying, suggestive towards end

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“so what?” my voice sounded through the phone slightly raised. “all i’m asking is for 5 minutes tops out of your day to talk to you.” my voice coming out wobbly.

“i know and i’m sorry that i have stuff to do, i don’t get to sit at home all day and play on my phone or computer.” yunjin spits back making fun of my job as a streamer.

“you know what yunjin go fuck yourself, i have a busy schedule as well but i always make time for you. i canceled a stream for you. thousands of dollars washed away because you were upset and i had to play my part as the nice girlfriend so i guess you’re the bitch girlfriend right?” i said now crying my eyes out.

“i didn’t ask you to cancel a stream for me-“ she tried to argue back.

“you didn’t have to yunjin.” i scream.

“i did it because i could tell you were upset, and in that moment i wanted to be there for you. i know that our jobs make us busy but never once have i ever thought about putting my job before you. never yunjin.” i said hanging up the phone then throwing it on the bed.

i can’t believe i was so blind. the constant urge to have her beside me, to hold her, and to cherished her was all the sudden gone.

i wanted to be held, i wanted to be cherished, i wanted someone to want me beside them.

as i cry and cry i find myself growing tired.

i wake up the next morning later than usual, i go to reach for yunjin in the bed till i remember what happened last night. i get out of bed and use the restroom. while in there i brush my teeth, brush my hair, and change my clothes.

i walk out to the living room to see a body covers in a throw blanket the size of a baby blanket. their face is covered trying to block out the sun peaking through the window.

i quietly creep over to the person and peel the covers off their face to be met with my beautiful girlfriends face. i instantly feel guilty, she knew i wanted to be alone but not to where she had to sleep on the baby sized couch. her feet dangle off the arm rest part and only her upper body is covered with blanket

i make my way to the window across from the couch and pull the curtains closed. i make my way back to yunjin and pull the baby sized cover off her and replace it with a bigger blanket. i grab her bags from work and take one to the bed room, i put the clean clothes in her designated drawer. then take the others to the laundry room and start a load of laundry for her.

i make my way back to the living room to see her squeezed towards the back of the couch holding a pillow in her arms the way she would hold me. i make my way towards her and move the pillow causing her to stir awake and squint her eyes.

“y/n?” she said in a sleepy voice that was incredibly hot.

i squeeze into her arms on the couch laying down on her chest. “i’m sorry for being so dramatic yesterday unnie.” i said quietly while wrapping my arms around her waist to pull her into me. us now laying side by side facing each other.

“i’m sorry for not making time for you, you were right. i should cherish you more than i d-“ i quickly shush her and cuddle further into her neck giving it a small peck.

“tired. didn’t get good sleep with you not being beside me.” i mumbled into her neck.

“let go to the bed then. the couch is too small babe.” yunjin said to which i groaned and squeezed her harder.

“if we go to the bed.” she starts quickly going to hover over me, then scooting down to kiss my neck on my soft spot.

“i’ll show you how much i really missed you.” she said starting to suck on my neck. to which i let out a breathy gasp.

“as much as i would love that.” i said while flipping her on her back and now straddling her hips. her eyes widened and she looked shocked, never seeing this side of me.

i move into her neck to kiss it, when i plop down on her cuddle into her.

“i’m too comfortable.” i said giggling into her neck. she lets out a playful groan. then pinched my hip to tickle me. “i hate you sometimes.” she said playfully.

“no you don’t.” i said leaning up to plant a kiss on her lips.

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#le sserafim #huh yunjin #yunjin #yunjin x reader #le sserafim x reader

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not-sure-what-im-feeling · 5 months

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Complimentary Chapter 2

Logan's appreciation day is upon us, and... turns out he doesn't like what's going on.

Note:

This chapter does have a swear in it (the f-word), so apologies in advance. More apologies for all of the The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals references I make. I had it on the brain when I was writing this. Also sorry for the fact that it's way after Logan's "birthday". I started writing it on his birthday, and just kept not finishing it. Here it is though!

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“Don’t forget, Logan, speak up. You’re just as important as the rest of them. Make sure your voice is heard.” Aedus said to Logan before he left.

“I’ll do my best. Thank you, Aedus.” He responded, and sank out of his room. Aedus returned to a shadow, the faint glow emitting from his orange light disappearing.

Logan rose up into his spot beside the stairwell to find that none of the others were actually there. To add on to that, all the lights in the area were off. A glance at his watch verified that it was the designated meeting time, and though he knew that on occasion one or two of them would appear later, typically Thomas would be there. Just as he was about to attempt an investigation further, and as Logan’s eyes were just beginning to adjust to the lighting, the lights flew on, assaulting Logan’s eyes. He blinked away the bright lights, and saw the living room decorated with indigo streamers and ribbons and such. A banner along the back wall writing out “Happy Birthday Logan!”. The others were all in their regular spots, and they all called out “Happy birthday” in unison, and even Virgil seemed happy to be there.

“Logan!” Thomas called to him, “How are you doing?”

“I would suppose that I am doing fine, all things considered.” Logan said, “Especially seeing as I thought something had happened to you all.”

“Oh, excuse us for that.” Patton said, “I wanted to throw you a little something for your big day and Roman–”

“Yes, well, I wanted to give you a surprise party. Clearly it didn’t take.” Roman said, “Seriously, you were worse than that eccentric emo over there.” He jabbed a thumb in Virgil’s direction. “I tried to surprise him last year and he attacked me.” Roman put a hand to his chest, looking aghast. Then he muttered an added insult under his breath: “For such a dramatic pessimist, I didn’t know he’d hate my flair to that extent.”

“You did show up in my room uninvited, Ramen. And it’s not like I hate an added flair. I just hate yours.” Virgil snapped back.

“Hm, and do you know that Halloween is over? You can stop dressing like you get everything from Dead, Slashed and Beyond.”

“Moving on to my clothing, really? You know this is how I always dress. And that’s real rich coming from the constant LARPer. I don’t know if you got lost, but this isn’t the renaissance faire.”

Roman let out a high pitched scoff, and moved to keep the fight going, until Patton spoke up. “Alright kiddos, how about we save the argument for later? This is Logan’s day after all, and you two had better not make a mess of it.” Patton scolded them through grit teeth, and left them with one last stern glare before returning to his toothy grin.

“Moving on…” Thomas said apprehensively, “Logan, I know you don’t like the whole ‘birthday thing’–”

“Yes,” Logan interjected, “I don’t like it. We are not real, thus we were never born, and we do not have ‘birthdays’. But please, continue.”

“Uh, right, well, I know you don’t like the birthday thing, but it is the anniversary of you– your character’s first appearance, so we threw you a little party!”

“Hmph. So was there ever actually a meeting for us to discuss, or was it all staged so that I would actually show up to your guys' party?”

“Welp, you, uh, you called us on our bluff!” Patton said, voice getting a little higher than it was before as he fidgeted with his hands. “This week's meeting was a bit of a… fib, but we’re all still here! Just for a different reason!”

Logan snorted a bit. “Thank you, everyone, for the thought. But if we aren’t actually here to do any work, I’ll be on my way.” He looked around, but while Patton protested his leaving and Thomas looked a bit upset at all the matter, no one fought him on wanting to go. It was his own volition, and Roman and Virgil seemed… preoccupied with their own silent argument. So Logan, now convinced that no one would stop him if he left, sank out, leaving the rest in an awkward silence.

Logan rose up into his room, seething from the events of the day. Aedus wasted no time in appearing just as he had the first time round, though with less startled introductions. His orange light cast Logan in an odd glow, the shadows on his face still with that orange reflection of the lighting.

“Hey, Logan, are you doing alright?” Aedus asked softly. “You don’t look too happy.”

“That’s because I’m not.” Logan snapped at him, before catching himself. “Apologies. I’m sorry, Aedus, I… I don’t know what came over me. I’m not typically like this.”

“I know, Logan. And don’t worry about it! You’re upset, and I think it’s a good thing you’re letting yourself feel things. You are the one who goes on about not repressing. I’m proud of you.” Aedus grinned. “So, what did they do this time?”

Logan sighed. “They threw a party. It’s not exactly something to be upset about, but of course Roman had to take everything too far.”

“So you’re mad at Roman…” Aedus said, half talking to himself.

“I wouldn’t go as far as to say ‘mad’, but that’s a fair statement.” Aedus squinted at him, before Logan continued on. “Alright! I’m mad! Happy?”

“Of course not,” Aedus said as calmly as he could, “They upset you. Why should I be happy?”

“You were correct, were you not? I’m mad. I’m angry. I would expect you to have some sense of pride from that, would you not?”

“Logan… I’m not Roman or someone. Yeah, I’m right, but I care about you.” Aedus said with vigor. “You deserve to feel–”

“No, I don’t. I am Logic. Anger will only mess up everything. It’s the same with all… feelings.” Logan said the word ‘feelings’ as though it was the name of a truly disgusting creature, one that brought distaste by the very mention of it. “All of them make me fail at my duty. So no, I don’t ‘deserve to feel’. I reject the notion.”

Aedus huffed for a moment. “Well alright. But you can’t just deny feeling them. Pardon my language, but that’s fucking absurd. You know full well what repression does, so why bottle it up? Don’t you just want to let it out? What do you want, Logan?”

“What I want is to do my job properly. But…” Logan sighed, “If you think I should do something about my– emotions, then I suppose I will. What would you suggest?”

Logan sounded so tired in his question, as if he’d had his moment of anger, only for it to all come falling down as he fell with it, collapsing into a heaping pile of his own failed emotional dam. The bags under his eyes seemed so much more obvious, the orange lighting coming from Aedus casting his face into solemn shadows. His shoulders sagged and he shut his eyes, allowing himself this moment of reprieve. Aedus moved his hand over Logan’s, and Logan looked down at the feeling of the warmth. It wasn’t like he could fully feel it, even their handshake had been more along the lines of Aedus’ shadow passing over Logan’s physical form, but still, Logan could feel a warmth on the area that Aedus’ hand went over.

“Just let it out. Shout, punch something, whatever it is you need to do, let it out! Everyone deals with emotions in different ways, and we just need to figure out yours.” Aedus said, “I’ll help you through it.”

“...Alright.” Logan said, nodding to Aedus. “Where do we start?”

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izerdo · 1 year

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Butterflies with brown hair

So I've been hoarding the start of this g/t Karlnapity fic for awhile now, so I thought I'd go ahead and throw it in here because I'm unsupervised and I can't be stopped. Once I finally have this out of my drafts I’ll probably start writing more for it. let me know what you guys think!

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There weren't many borrowers in the smp, not that Karl knew of at least. He had met one when L'manburg was still standing, but since then he's only seen those big things. Streamers they called themselves, Karl had gotten into the habit of watching them more than he really needed to. One that particularly interested him was an avian hybrid named Quackity. Karl was sitting on top of a chest watching Quackity pace around his office shuffling papers in his hands. The borrower couldn't really explain why he enjoyed watching this streamer. Maybe it was the little jokes he'd make that always got a laugh out of Karl, or how he rambled on about the most random of things, or maybe it was that fluttering Karl felt in his stomach when he could see Quackity's smile. Karl shook those thoughts from his head, he had already borrowed what he needed from the chests, he needed to get back home. As Karl stood to leave a loud screech rang out causing the borrower to jump and lose his balance, sending him falling off of the chest he was on. Karl braced himself for a harsh impact but was surprised when he landed in something softer, cloth, Karl looked up to find himself in the hood of Quackity's coat. "What the fuck was that?!" Quackity exclaimed, Karl ducked down thinking he was caught when he heard the door swing open. "Quackity you'll never believe what I found!" A second voice called out "Was it that weird ass screaming??? That scared the shit out of me! What the fuck did you find?" Karl felt the giant hybrid's footsteps swaying his coat hood "So I was out mining when I see this weird moss, I go to investigate, my vision goes dark, and I hear this!" Karl covered his ears as the screech sounded a second time, much louder than before. "Yeah that doesn't tell me what it is," Quackity said "and honestly we should talk about this new find later, Foolish, I need to get home before I lose my mind," the second streamer, Foolish, laughed at the comment "This Kinoko deal is really getting to you, isn't it. Well, you go rest, Quackity, I'll finish up as much paperwork I can, see you soon?" Quackity let out a relieved sigh "Thanks Foolish, I'll see you soon," Karl felt the avian begin walking again and ducked further into the hood in an attempt to stay hidden as Quackity walked past the other streamer and out of the office. Karl was about to jump out and escape when he felt his world quickly shift as the casino owner pulled his hood up over his head, spilling the borrower over his shoulder. "The fuck was tha- ah!"Quackity exclaimed, staring at the borrower, both of them frozen in place. Karl broke the silence first "HEY HOT STUFF COME HERE OFTEN" he blurted out, cringing as he realized what he just said. But to his surprise, Quackity laughed, a soft but genuine laugh that didn't seem to come from nerves or awkwardness, Karl felt his cheeks heat up noticing that this streamer looked really cute when he laughed. He was about to follow up his panicked flirting when Quackity sighed "I'm leaving," he said, cupping his hand around Karl and swiftly yet carefully setting him on the ground "I've dealt with enough I'm not going any crazier until Monday." He said, walking towards the exit of the building. Karl stood there, dumbfounded as he watched Quackity leave, it took Karl much longer than it should've to go back to his home in the walls. And much longer than that to get any sleep that night.

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Karl couldn't stop thinking about that stupid streamer, even while he was out borrowing he kept hoping he would see Quackity again. It took two whole days before Karl saw him back in his office. The avian was once again messing with papers and mumbling to himself. Karl knew he shouldn't stay, he shouldn't even be in that room, he got everything he'd need for at least the next two weeks. But how could he leave Quackity when he looked so stressed out and upset? Karl climbed down from the stack of chests at the back of the room and made his way to Quackity's desk, he hid underneath so he could hear the streamer's mumbling. "Stupid fiery bastard, why does he have to make me do all this paperwork just for a trade deal it's not like it's anything big it's literally just iron but noo~ 'We can't just trade Quackity what about taxes?' What do you MEAN taxes Sapnap we ARE the government!" Quackity questioned to himself, his small outburst rewarding a laugh from Karl. The avian sighed and Karl took Quackity's pause to make his presence known. "So does work always stress you out this much?" He called out, hearing Quackity's jolt of surprise jostle his desk "What the fuck who said that?" The streamer asked. Karl laughed a bit at Quackity's surprise "I thought you'd remember, since you seemed so shocked when I sort of, fell on you." There was a prolonged silence that made Karl want to jump out of his skin. Quackity finally responded after what felt like forever. "That was real?" He said, Karl had to admit he was a little disappointed that Quackity thought their encounter was some kind of hallucination, but he continued nonetheless. "Yeah it was real, you could never make up a face as handsome as mine," Karl said smugly, hearing a chuckle come from above him "So where are you now? I can hear you plain as day but I can't-" Quackity paused a second "are you in my hood again?" Karl couldn't help but laugh as the streamer moved to check his hood "No I'm not in your hood, that was an accident." Karl paused as he remembered, this was an accident, he wasn't supposed to be there at all. Borrowers were never supposed to be known by bigger species, but here he was talking to one. Karl was snapped from his thoughts when he heard Quackity speak again "I, um, I never got your name, mine's Quackity," the awkwardness in his voice made Karl's continued silence all the more uncomfortable. "K- um, my name's Karl," the borrower said "I- I shouldn't be here," he continued sheepishly, Quackity paused "why?" He asked. Karl couldn't think of what to say, he couldn't think of why other than 'big people bad' but he obviously couldn't just say that. His mind wandered, nearing places he hadn't thought about in ages, until he heard Quackity say his name "Karl, if you really need to go that's fine, but if you can stay, I definitely wouldn't mind the company," he said amongst Karl's prolonged silence. The borrower wrestled with his thoughts for what felt like hours, he had already gotten this far there was no turning back. Quackity knew about him, he knew his NAME for prime's sake! Karl almost wished he hadn't literally fallen into this mess, now he genuinely wanted to reveal himself to a streamer and why? Because he liked the way Quackity laughs? Karl clenched his fist and pulled out his hook, "I'm coming up," he said, tossing his hook up to the desktop. As Karl climbed he though to himself about just how crazy it all was. He wasn't alone, he was talking to someone, he wasn't just listening to them talk to someone else. As Karl pulled himself up onto the desktop he caught a glimpse of Quackity quickly turning his head to face the papers in front of him. "So are you gonna answer my question or just stare at your papers?" Quackity's cheeks grew pink as he returned his gaze to where Karl stood "Huh? Oh- y-yeah! I mean-" Karl couldn't help but chuckle at the avian's stammering. Quackity let out a sigh "Yeah, this paperwork is fucking awful," he said, laughing a bit at his own misery. "Then why are you doing it?" Karl asked with genuine curiosity, "I can't just not do it, these are important documents, and if my country is gonna have any power in this stupid smp I have to do all this tedious bullshit," Karl frowned as Quackity sighed, setting his head in his free hand, "Unless something forces my hand I don't really have a choice," there was a short pause before Karl smiled, an idea coming to him. The borrower ran over and threw himself over Quackity's hand "break time!" He yelled. Quackity jumped a bit in surprise "W- Karl what are you doing?" He asked, giggling as Karl wrestled the pen out of Quackity's hand. "I'm forcing your hand," Karl said triumphantly, "so now you have to take a break, treat yourself." Quackity pulled the pen away from Karl and placed it on the desk "Okay," he finally said, "I can take a break for like, five minutes," Karl pumped his fists in celebration "Hell yeah!" He hollered. Karl shifted his gaze upwards to see Quackity wearing the same smile that gave him those butterflies, only this time Quackity was smiling at him. Karl hadn't noticed he went silent until Quackity spoke up "So, I don't suppose you'd mind if I ask you a few things, would you?" He asked, not seeming to mind the borrower sprawled over his hand. Karl's lips quirked into a smile "I don't think I'd mind," he said confidently "I don't think I'd mind at all,".

#mcyt g/t #dsmp g/t #borrower!karl #tiny!karl #giant!quackity #ive had this in my drafts for so long #I must set it free #I know there are so many flaws in it but #the longer I hold it the longer until I write more of it #and I've been trying to polish it for over a month now

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straightupsickfics · 1 year

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ahh, friend, i would love to see some wintertime sickfic with 🤍 (forehead kisses) & 🐻‍❄️ (warm cuddles) for Ed and Stede. thank you 🥺

this is soo cute for them pls :( a streamer au ficlet for you <3

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“I have to cut it short this time, lads,” Stede hears Ed say from the other room. They must ask why because Ed’s voice changes just a fraction, a little softer than before, so slight Stede doubts anyone but him would even notice it. “Stede’s not feeling so hot,” Ed continues. "Gotta go make sure he's alright, wouldn't want him to be sick alone too long."

Another pause, more comments Stede can't hear, then:

“Mm, best, I don’t know about that, but I’m certainly a pretty fucking amazing boyfriend. Thanks, yeah, I’ll tell him. Okay, see you later this week, you know where to find me.”

Stede hears the smile in Ed’s voice and smiles right along with him. He doesn’t mind strangers on the internet knowing he’s sick, though he’d canceled his own small stream tonight. The thought of even his small handful of internet friends seeing and hearing him like this, congested and red-nosed and sneezing every ten minutes, is not Stede’s idea of a good time. He sniffles a few times, tentatively, then shifts the pile of blankets he’d assembled over the course of the day, making room for Ed.

He has to stop midway through to sneeze a few times all in a row, then blow his nose, which had started to run from the effort, and by the time Stede’s situated again, Ed’s made his way out of his back office room.

“You’re up!” Ed says when he gets to the living room. He rinses out his empty iced coffee cup and grabs a box of crackers from the counter, bringing them over to the couch and dropping right into the spot Stede had just vacated for him.

“I’m up,” Stede confirms, shifting a little so Ed can get comfy beside him, then curls himself up around him. “And I happen to think you are the best boyfriend ever,” he tells him.

Ed kisses him on the forehead, to feel for the fever Stede always gets when he's sick, probably, but he lingers a minute longer than he has to, and Stede sighs at the soft, reassuring touch. “Heard that, did you?”

“Mm,” Stede smiles. “You’re not exactly quiet,” he teases.

Ed pretends to look stricken. “Me, loud?” He pauses just then, realization dawning on him. “I didn’t wake you up, did I? Fuck, I’m sorry, you never sleep when you’re sick as it is.”

Stede shakes his head. “No, no, you didn’t. My nose woke me up, sneezing all over the place,” he grimaces.

“Well, belated bless you, then,” Ed says, and kisses his forehead again. He picks up Stede’s discarded Switch. “What were you playing?”

“PIzza game,” Stede says, smiling. It’s just about all he’s felt like playingL Good Pizza, Great Pizza, a silly game that didn’t require much effort, but was simple and soothing when his brain felt scrambled by cold medicine and exhaustion.

“D’you want to play now? Or we can watch something?” Ed asks, pulling the blankets up and around the both of them. Stede had grabbed Ed’s favorite one from their bed, along with a heavier, weighted blanket that was his only shot at sleeping when he’s sick like this, and finally the soft, oversized fleece throw they keep on the couch. It’s overkill, probably, but it’s comforting and soft and Ed hardly seems to mind.

“You get mad at all the customers,” Stede reminds him, yawning as he settles back against Ed’s chest. He nuzzles himself into the soft skin of his neck, breathing in as much of him as his stuffy nose will allow. He doesn’t think he’ll ever get tired of the soft familiar scent of Ed.

Ed rolls his eyes. “They’re so confusing! Spicy flatbread should not mean bell peppers. Bell peppers aren’t spicy, Stede!” he argues, getting agitated just thinking of the last time he’d watched Stede play.

Stede laughs, though it quickly devolves into a coughing fit, which has Ed rubbing warm, soothing circles over his back. “Maybe just a movie,” Stede says. He’s tired again already, comfy and warm with Ed wrapped up around him.

“Movie it is,” Ed says, grabbing the remote and scrolling through until he finds When Harry Met Sally without having to ask. It’s been Stede’s go-to sick day movie for as long as he can remember, and he’s touched that Ed remembers. It’s not often he gets sick, but it always hits him hard when he does, leaving him on the couch for far longer than he’d like.

“Hh’IittshhH! Eiiishh! Hm’TSH!” The quick rush of sneezes catches even Stede off guard, and he has to sniffle a good few times in a row when he’s done, gratefully accepting the handful of tissues Ed offers him.

“Bless you!” Ed says, kissing him lightly right on the bridge of his nose when Stede’s done.

“Sorry,” Stede murmurs. “It will happen again…”

“I know,” Ed says simply. “S’alright, you’re sick.” He wraps his arms around Stede’s waist and pulls him in close again as the opening credits roll. “Everyone says feel better, by the way,” Ed tells him.

Stede smiles. “Tell them thank you for me, and apologies for taking their favorite person away from them.” Ed has a huge following now, something Stede can’t really wrap his brain around, but it’s fun to watch or listen to him in action, even if its from a room away like he had today.

“They’ll survive,” Ed laughs, kissing the nape of Stede’s neck now. He certainly never shies away from him when he’s sick, and for that, Stede’s entirely grateful. “Had to call it a day to spend time with my favorite person.”

Stede feels himself flush, his whole body too warm from all the tea and blankets and low grade fever, but this is something else. Just Ed, and the way he just says little things like that, like it’s just that simple.

“Favorite, hm?”

“The most favorite,” Ed reminds him, smiling crookedly at him. “Don’t look at me like that, you know it’s true you lunatic. You’re extra sappy when you’re sick. Look, watch Meg Ryan’s giant hair meet Billy Crystal for the first time,” Ed says, but he hugs Stede a little tighter beneath the blankets, and grins even wider when Stede tucks a sniffly kiss against his cheek.

#they are just soft :(((((#i love the pizza game and therefore stede loves it TOO #softersteve #of//md #my fic #streamer au

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My Stray Kids Facfic Recs

Lee Minho + Hwuang Hyunjin = Hyunho

bagelboy

Baby, You’re Kinda Driving Me Crazy (I’m Not One to Need Saving) *Finished

There are some things everyone just knows. The sky is blue. The earth is round. There are 365 days in a year. Hyunjin hates Minho. Minho hates Hyunjin.(And they are intent on keeping it that way.) (Turns out, the universe has other plans.)

You'll Feel it Kicking in Soon (Are You Falling in Love?) -NEW

Although Hyunjin prides himself in being able to read people from the inside out, there are moments when his brain somehow fails to put the puzzle pieces together in a way that makes sense. Like right now.“You’ll deny it until the day you die,” she says.“Deny what?"“That something changed,” she replies. “When you met him.”

ChansOtherRoom (MB1000)

The Best Mistake *Finished

And it was dried (thankfully.) But it still meant that blood was flaking off of the omega for whatever reason. Which could only mean that he had had an open wound at some point during the night. Which- “Holy shit.” Which of course made panic course through him once again. Because why would he have a wound on his neck? Why would- “It looks like a bite mark.” Minho swallowing as he finally moved to sit up. “It looks like a…” But once the alpha’s upper half was fully raised and head no longer buried into the pillows and blankets, Hyunjin’s eyes zeroed on Minho’s neck as well. Before widening at what the omega saw and… “M-Minho…” And there was dried blood coating the alpha’s neck as well. With teeth indents underneath that… “What the fuck happened last night?” That looked like a mating bite. - OR - Hyunjin ends up accidentally mated to the one person he absolutely cannot stand.

exhale_now

need a second to breathe *Finished -NEW

“Why haven’t you kissed me?” Hyunjin asked again as he took another step into the kitchen. “You’ve… you’ve kissed everyone else in our friend group. Why not me?” Or, the casual questions that Hyunjin asks at a party changes everything for him and Minho. Someone's going to get hurt - spoiler, it isn't Hyunjin. But it's okay - it's totally fine and Minho isn't breaking his own heart by hooking up with someone he most definitely got over his crush on ages ago. Right?

fvckingangelic (recursiveloop)

high definition *Finished

“Have you ever considered collaborating with another streamer?—Uh, never thought about it.”It would break the first rule of this whole thing—revealing his identity. Even if it’s to someone in the same boat as him, someone who likely doesn’t want their face getting leaked any more than he does, it’s still a risk, one Minho doesn’t quite want to take.The chat fills with agreements that he definitely should, even throwing out suggestions.Then someone suggests Honeyjin and the rest latch on.-Or, it's hard to get over your ex when you're fucking the guy that looks just like him.

hyunknow

I loved you then (i'll love you now) *Finished

"Hypothetically speaking," Minho asks, "Say you're immortal and you keep seeing your ex-boyfriend from a hundred years ago, what would you think?" "I'd assume that my ex was also somehow immortal."Or.5 times Minho sees Hyunjin after a hundred years and 1 time he talks to him.

Love Let Me Breathe, Love Let You Remember *Finished

"Six months." Hyunjin pleads, his hands trembling "Give us six months for Minho to remember me and if I'm still coughing up flowers by then," he swallows thickly and sets his jaw in determination "if he doesn't love me back in six months then we can discuss our options."orMinho loses his memory in a car accident and Hyunjin is determined to regain his love despite the flowers growing in his lungs.

Still Calling For You *Oneshot

Hyunjin makes the mistake of getting a little too drunk at his friend's engagement party.

sofwrites

all these little things *Oneshot

Something has been different lately; and Minho has really been trying to figure out exactly what it is. How come he misses Hyunjin the second he leaves for another dorm, one without a bedroom for them to share daily? Why does he find himself at a loss for words more often than not in Hyunjin's presence, when he's never been this tongue-tied before? And for what reason does he find himself spending more time alone with Hyunjin now, when he's really had all the chances in the world for years?or; Minho falls in love without really noticing. The object of his affection certainly does, on the other hand.

fingers crossed that you don't scar me for life, that you don't kill the stars in my eyes, 'cause i really, really want you and i-- *Finished Hyunjin wants to snort at the idiocy of it all - the premise, the set-up, the fact that they’re all here and intending to participate - but thankfully, he refrains. Instead, he’s reminded of how tonight will be the last night he and Changbin can spend together in almost a month, because after this they will be staying in separate rooms while they all date around for five days.After that, there’s going to be some kind of ceremony where they get paired up with someone who isn’t their own partner, and proceed to live with this essential stranger for three weeks before having to make the choice of whether they want to pursue something with the stranger, whether they want to return to their original partner and marry them, or whether both relationships will end and Hyunjin will go home by himself to start all over again.* * *“I’m not sure who the person I’ll spend the rest of my life with is yet,” Hyunjin declares, watching Minho’s eyebrows climb higher in surprise, “but I’m pretty sure about the next few weeks.”

he didn't mean to seduce him (the first time) *Oneshot

Hyunjin didn’t mean to seduce Minho the first time. He swears.

if love is blind, and i love you, then why bother with rose-tinted glasses? *Finished

In which Hwang Hyunjin and a bunch of strangers are thrown head-first into the latest reality dating show where they're supposed to a) find and b) get engaged to the person they want to spend the rest of their lives with. The twist? The participants have no idea what their dates look like.or; "If someone had told me before this that I would be saying what I am now, I don’t think I would have believed them. I told you you changed me. Within minutes, as if it were that easy."

love is a masterpiece, but you never cared for art, did you *Finished

"Do you understand? There are other people, there are things I've always known and have been comfortable with, and then, Hwang Hyunjin... Then there's you."

unfinished business: in my mind you're always mine *Finished

“So…,” Hyunjin eventually murmurs, stealing Minho’s attention in a heartbeat. “At what point do we tell them that we dated for two years?”“After cashing the check,” Minho replies.“Deal,” Hyunjin says quietly.Minho shivers. He never fully understood the meaning of making deals with the Devil before this exact moment.

want nothin' on me but you *Oneshot

“Good,” Hyunjin tells him, gentle words and touches all over Minho’s body as it trembles with the pleasure coursing through him. “There we go. My silly alpha. You gotta breathe for me.”“I’m trying,” Minho mumbles, or something like it, and sighs in relief when Hyunjin presses a heavy kiss to his lips so Minho doesn’t have to remember his words anymore.

want you (to want me again) *Oneshot

“I’m not nervous,” he responds instead over his roommate’s coughing. “I can’t remember the last time I was nervous. Hopefully it’ll either go well or straight to hell, as long as it’s entertaining. If this guy turns out to be a boring ass prick, I might leave before dinner even arrives.”“Minho, he’s not a boring ass prick. Do you think I would set you up with a boring ass prick?”

what's that saying about keeping friends close but enemies closer? (asking for a... friend) *Oneshot

“Look which doorstep you showed up on,” Minho mutters, hesitantly crouching to get a better look at the semi-familiar face that has sneered at him so many times before. It isn't right now. “This is a first. I know you're obsessed with me, bug, but bothering me when I’m literally minding my own business is another level even for you.”It seems Jiniret hasn't lost consciousness completely, even though he sags against the wall. There’s a small huff from his dry lips and flicker of his closed eyes, and then nothing, as if Minho imagined it.“Close,” Jiniret breathes, as if speaking is an effort and enunciating his syllables almost impossible. “You're close. ‘Couldn’t… couldn’t make it anywhere else.”

strayfever

Venomous Love ~hyunho -NEW

It's the typical Enemies to Lovers story, flavored by yours truly.Raised in the same neighborhood and social circle, Minho and Hyunjin know each other far too well. Both families are well-known chaebols with deep roots in the South Korean economy. Their successes are crucial to the country.Being the only sons and heirs of multibillion-dollar companies, they are raised to hate the Lees or the Hwangs. Whenever they cross paths, they take every opportunity to humiliate or destroy the other. This ends most of the time in a fight because the only way they feel like winning.. is by using their own strength. Something money can't control.Lee and Hwang are obsessed to get under each other's skin, making them blind to see what is fueling the said obsession.Lee is 27 and Hwang 26.

stupdme

CHANGE OF PLANS

Cuando Minho tiene una nueva víctima en la mira, Hyunjin se propone evitar a toda costa que su mejor amiga caiga en las garras de aquel idiota. Frustrar el plan de Minho, ¿Qué tan difícil puede ser? Considerando que el plan que quieres arruinar es el incorrecto, imposible. ━ Cambio de planes, ella ya no me interesa, lo quiero a él

suhmthingoriginal

Elementary *Finished -NEW

The last people Hyunjin expected to see on his unfortunate preheat outing was his student and his student’s hot alpha father

yeolinski

Picture Perfect *Oneshot

hyune: I legit queued for the toilet for 15 minutes, just so I could take a dick pic on the plane for you Self: why didn’t you take it next to your window, with the view of the clouds? Self: friendly advice, for the future Self: Could’ve been much more romantic hyune: I tried to, but the old lady next to me was eyeing me after the first two attempts. I think she even tried to rat me off to the stewardess as a pervert. hyune: Some people just don't understand modern romanceor, the one where a single dick pic rocked Minho's world.

#stray kids fanfic #stray kids fanfic recs #hyunho fanfic recs #hyunho fanfiction recs #hyunknow fanfic recs #hyunknow fanfiction recs #hyunho #hyunknow #tojebi

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heartfullofleeches · 1 year

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Incel, femcel, or themcel. We just need a greasy, chronically online mean person to be a yandere. Any ideas on how that would work?

(The best idea I could come up with is streamer reader)

Livestream began twelve minutes ago.

"Oh? Shit, is that V? What's up, buddy- welcome back."

You're so perfect. Near a quarter of an hour late, and you still grace them with a greeting. They knew you weren't like the others they wasted their time on. No, you're kind. Inviting. God they loved you so much.

V stumbled across your channel on night during a drunken relapse into pouring their hours into viewing the lives of random strangers online. It was all they had to do after work with none of the potential partners they messaged ever responding to their texts or calls. Their lost.

You were in the beginning period of streaming with only ten followers to your name; majority likely close friends and family. V planned on giving "light" critic of your performance, but something about the brightness in your eyes as they joined the stream sobered them up and glued them to their seat completely.

"Hi, welcome. Your name is actually too long to fix on the screen. Is it cool if I just call you V?"

And they were hooked on you ever since.

Little by little, your fanbase grew to the comfortable size it was today; your first real viewer front and center for each recording. Despite the boost in popularity, you never forgot those who gave it to you in the first place. V likes to think they're the most valued member with their donations and the equipment they sent once they had convinced you to open a p.o box. Shame they never pin pointed the location before you announced your move and had it closed.

"Since you're here. I can try on that jacket you sent me before I finish packing. It's so cute."

V wipes specks of drool off their screen as you sort through a cardboard box and slip the coat on. You were wearing something they touched. Fuck, you're so cute they could just devour you alive. With no roomates, they could get away with licking their phone unlike last time, but they refrained from said temptation for now. Cat ears sprout atop your head as you pull the hoodie on. You rub your shoulders as the jacket's interior snuggles your frame.

"Whoa, much warmer than I expected. I might wear it during my flight."

You better. Since you forced the thought into their head, if they see you with anything else in your photos they might blow a gasket. Just imagining random commentors wondering where you got the coat and you answering with a nod at their existence gave V the ego boost of a lifetime.

"It's getting kinda late. We'll do some more chatting then I gotta bounce for the night."

V watches the rest of your stream with the loudest voice of the crowd. They wait until it ends to begin their nightly routine of screenshotting their favorite moments of the stream. The highlight was a frame of you posing like a cat following another's chatters request. Having so many pests ruined some of their enjoyment, but times like this they'd let slide. For now.

V sits alone at the bus stop the following day. The prized picture taken previously was now their lockscreen photo. The fifth change in the last two days. A creature like you was bound to have unworthy trash throwing themselves at your feet daily, but they knew that with your history it would only take one hello for you to fall as madly in love with them as they were you. You're different like that. If only they could meet you.

V is pulled from their moment of bliss by a tap on their shoulder; scowl ready for whoever dragged them from heaven - until they see whose standing in front of them.

"Hi, I hope I'm not bothering you, but do you know if this bus goes to this street? My taxi didn't drive out that far apparently...."

The stranger blinks, cat ears shifting.

"Sorry- have we met before? You seem familiar. "

#Streamer reader #yandere oc #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere insert #yandere scenarios #yandere x you #yandere blurb #yandere drabble #yandere x y/n #yandere x darling #V my oc

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annaraebananawriter · 1 year

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(Part One) I Wish

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BLOVED BOYS, DREAM AND NIGHTMARE!!!

This is part one to a two part special for their birthday, thought the second part won’t be done until next week, probably. Curse my brain and it’s need to procrastinate on important fic ideas.

Especially considering I have three gift exchanges to get done...

Anyway. I don’t have too much to add, so happy reading!

Fandom: Undertale/UTMV

Characters: Dream, Nightmare (Who belong to Joku), Blue (Who belongs to P0pcornPr1nce), Ink (Who belongs to Comyet), and mentioned Error (Who belongs to CQ) and mentioned Bad Sanses

Warnings: Implied council members being generally toxic bosses, implied abuse from villagers, and I think that’s it. Let me know!

Summary: “It’s Dream and Nightmare’s birthday today. As per usual, they exchange gifts, though this year they can’t meet in person. They still have the gifts, though. (UTMV, Dreamtale Twins Centric)”

Word Count: 3603

~oOo~

He's late. Dream curses to himself as he stumbles over a stray piece of wood on his trek to the tree stump that was once his mother.

It wasn't necessarily his fault. Ink and Blue had roped him into their annual party for his birthday, even though every year he keeps telling them that they don't need to celebrate it and he really didn't need anything. Ink just laughs, slapping him on the back as if it's a joke and Blue just raises his eyebrow, looking sympathetic yet determined. And they invite some of their other friends, the few members of the council that they actually like, and he really can't say no and board himself up in his room when they arrive and seem so excited, now can he?

He gives up once his friends start coming and plasters on a smile, feeling happy for the company even if he doesn't particularly enjoy why they were there. Luckily, no one but Blue (and Ink, but Ink forgets sometimes, which isn't on his friend, not exactly, but still) understands his conflicted feelings and therefore isn't able to see through the act.

He doesn't hate his birthday. In fact, it's just the opposite. He loved—loves—his birthday, and would get so excited when he realized what day it was.

The villagers used to throw such a big celebration, too, with banners and streamers and balloons, and even sometimes treat it like a festival for someone of the highest honor. They would lock elbows with him and push him from stall to stall, making him try foods and showing him art, and giving him gifts. They had seemed so…expectant, almost, as if they knew he would love it all and wouldn't believe otherwise, and he was too scared to know the repercussions for denying such generosity, so he accepted it all, the same words of thanks falling from his mouth on repeat. It may sound bad, but it wasn't, and it started out fun even if it grew stale.

(Thought they never did remember to celebrate Night's birthday alongside his. They seemed to forget that they were two halves of a whole, born at the same time for the same purpose, just guarding two things. Whenever he reminded them that they had two people to celebrate, something dark would flash in their eyes and they would plow through as if they had never heard him.

He stopped asking after an important 'talk' with the mayor of the village, and just learned to avoid their eyes, keep his head down, and never ask questions. And of course to never say no to anything the villagers give him or want to take from him. That was a lesson hard earned too.)

The fact was that the date just grew to have certain negative feelings tied to it, bitter memories and harsh words covering the sound of laughter as their younger selves made snowballs and threw them at each other all day until their fingers were numb and they decided to cuddle together under Mother's branches to warm themselves up again. They never picked up the gift-giving aspect of it until the villagers moved in nearby and taught him about their traditions, and he then taught Nightmare, relishing the spark of untouched innocence and curiosity that only the aspect of new knowledge could give his brother. It’s a little bit funny, really, how even then Nighty had the look of a king in his eyes—that knowing, interested look when being told something he found interesting.

Maybe that was why he labeled himself as such, and why Dream found a castle where the village used to be and a garden surrounding Mother and his statue. Maybe it was all a reminiscence on the past, a nod to something only they would understand. A way to say ‘I know’ without saying the words.

Or maybe Dream was just putting words in other people’s mouths again.

Nonetheless, it had been especially hard to peel himself away from the party this year. It seemed as though everyone invited had realized he always left early and had some kind of vote he wasn’t aware of to keep him there as long as possible. It also seemed as though people were having a competition of who could keep him entertained the longest. He’ll have to talk to them about that, let them know that he did, in fact, notice the glares they shot at each other whenever someone else took his interest. It was like those shows that Blue likes to watch, where multiple people date one person and fight for the ‘right’ to their hand in marriage, only this one was far more uncomfortable because he never signed up for it.

Ink, who did sometimes take notice of Dream’s tense posture and was usually the one who (unknowingly) gave him the opening needed to take his leave, was distracted this year. He also up and disappeared shortly after the party started, leaving everyone in a state of confusion, though they shrugged it off after a few minutes.

It was Ink, after all. That should’ve been enough of an explanation.

Dream did privately ask Blue if he knew where their friend went, but Blue just smiled and said Ink was fine. “Just had something important to do, that’s all. He’ll be back before the party’s over.” He wouldn’t elaborate any more on it, no matter how much Dream prodded him.

As the party progressed, Dream found himself constantly glancing at a clock. Or more so trying to even find one. It seemed, in addition to vying for his attention, the guests had gotten their hands on all of the clocks and hidden them away somehow. He had no clue what time it was, but he felt the growing dread that he would be late. His attempts at leaving grew more and more obvious, until his frustration grew the more and more one guy keep blabbering in his ear about whatever nonsense was going on in his AU—probably really just an excuse to cajole Dream into visiting and helping out, even if nothing was needed.

Just as Dream had opened his mouth to snap at him to just let him leave, Blue swept in with as much grace as an angel sent to save him from devastation. If they were alone, he would’ve given his friend a big hug, maybe even a kiss on the cheek for extra thanks. His friend gave him a secret wink and seemed to shoo him off, and Dream tried his best to obey, politely shoving people out of the way.

Once successfully on the outskirts of the party, Dream let out a breath and prayed with all his might that he’d be able to finally leave. It seemed someone was listening because he was saved from further obstacles when Ink finally returned from wherever he had been, sopping wet clothes and what looked like a pile of snow in the shape of…something on top of his head, a dry and plainly wrapped present in hand. At once, he was the center of attention and Dream could run into his room to grab the present and leave as quickly as he could.

And even though he is late, at least he left that dreaded party. Nightmare wouldn’t mind him hanging out in the garden and talking to Mother as he waited until enough time passed and he could deem it safe enough to head back, would he? The place was off-limits to his gang, and he was fairly sure they had all left to have some holiday fun, too. Maybe they’d even dragged Nighty along for the ride.

Hopefully. Nighty did need to have some fun every now and then. With this thought in mind, Dream pauses and reaches his senses across the AU. He listens for any souls and gets silence—not one peep of any kind of emotions—which makes him smile. They did get Nightmare to join them, how kind of them. Once things eventually come to a standstill in their ‘war’, and that truce Ink is arguing with the council to implement finally gets through, he’ll have to ask them for pointers.

Maybe he could finally get Nighty to join him for some hangout sessions. And some sparring sessions. Blue was a good fighter, but Dream had to keep his magic usage to a minimum, which meant handicapping himself. It would be nice to fight against someone—that is, fighting without actually fighting, if you get his drift, and it would be nice to be able to not worry about holding back and test out some of his abilities he hadn’t had the chance to practice in a long time.

But, ah…he was getting ahead of himself.

Today wasn’t about what could be, though those thoughts were nice to think about on occasion.

Today was about their birthday, and right now was specifically about retrieving the present Nightmare got for him and placing his present for Nightmare in its place.

Usually, they’d just exchange gifts in person, but because he was late, he is hoping that Nighty just set the present down on Mother and left it there for him to find. He’d do the same with his present. His brother will no doubt check that he had received his present and, seeing it gone and a new one in its place, he could relax for the rest of the night. He was probably so worried when Dream didn’t arrive at the agreed-upon time.

Dream sighs, finally turning to Mother and the present that rested upon it. It was a light blue gift bag, and golden paper stuck out of the top of it. A card addressed to him with his brother’s looping handwriting was taped to one of the handles.

Same as always.

He replaces the present with the one he brought. And before he leaves, he stays there for a minute, debating with a thought that spawned into existence. Rolling it over, he glances up at the castle, peeking up through the trees in the garden, and he seeks out the window he was fairly sure led to Nightmare’s office. He looks back at the present and down at the bag, tightening his grip on the handle.

Well…it has been a while since he’d been able to break into a building. Maybe this was something to be corrected (though, it wouldn’t be the same without anybody to catch him in the act, but he could certainly just act like there was).

This will be fun.

~oOo~

Dream closes the door to the house and finally lets himself relax, leaning against it with his eyes closed. His soul was still beating fast from the adrenaline of breaking into his brother’s castle. It was kind of silly, considering he could’ve just waltzed in the front door like a normal person and nobody would even know he had been there, but that just wasn’t as fun. And this way, Nightmare gets a laugh as well as a present.

A present he hopefully likes. He had worked at getting it for a few months, keeping a close eye on their AU, seizing the chance whenever everybody was out to sneak himself in and scour the woods around the castle and the ground around Mother for any of the pages left from before the incident. And he wrote what he remembered and couldn’t find down as neatly as he could, many sleepless nights spent pouring over a blank page of notebook paper and nibbling on the top of a pen. Once he felt satisfied with what he had, he then asked someone from the council that he knew could do it to bind it all together properly. They had just gotten it done at the start of the month, which was perfect timing, leaving him with a few weeks to find a couple of other things to include in the gift as well.

And now that it was delivered, he could only wait and hope that Nightmare liked it. He’s sure he will. He knows his brother quite well, joined as they were to be two halves of a whole. This present will be something Nighty treasures, he’s sure of it.

Doesn’t stop part of him from doubting that confidence, though.

He sighs again and pushes himself up, walking into the (thankfully) deserted living room. Well, he says deserted, and it is devoid of the party guests, but not of his friends. Ink sits upside down on the couch, dry clothes on and the present ripped open beside him. He’s playing with a piece of wrapping paper, shredding it into smaller pieces with his hands. He’s rambling on about something he saw earlier, and Blue walks sound with a rag in one hand and a bag in another, picking up trash and wiping up spilled drinks. He’s listening to Ink, making comments when necessary. The TV is on and the volume has been muted.

Ink finishes his story and the paper in his hands falls to the floor as he turns himself to sit cross-legged. Reaching for another piece of wrapping paper, he finally notices Dream smiling at him and he beams back, waving. “Hey, Dream! Welcome back!”

Blue looks over as well and smiles. “Hey.”

“Hi,” Dream says, setting his present down on the coffee table. “How’d the part go?”

“You mean the party that was for you and you abandoned?” Ink leans forward to prod at the bag. “It was fine. Great to start with, as always, but then once one member starts bringing up business, the rest seem to all believe it’s a meeting instead of a party.”

Dream frowns, batting his hand away as it tugs the bag forward. “I’m sorry. I keep telling you I don’t want a celebration.”

“I’ll change your mind one day, I promise.”

“It’s not your fault, Dream,” Blue says, setting the garbage bag down for a minute. “Maybe we just need to stop inviting the council. Just have a night with us and a few others, like Lust and Outer.”

“That would be better,” Dream admits, thinking it over, but he shakes his head. “But the council would throw a riot if we stopped inviting them.”

They all sigh and sit in silence for a minute.

“So, who gave you the present?” Ink asks, changing the subject. He rests his chin on his hands and grins. “A secret lover, perhaps?”

Dream scrunches up his face and shakes his head. “No. Just a friend.” He tilts his head, pointing to the present beside Ink. “What about you?”

Ink shrugs, smiling. “Early Giftmas present from a friend.”

Dream lowers his hand, humming to himself. Glancing at the present, he can see a few balls of yarn and a pair of knitting needles, and a small doll version of his friend sticks its head out from behind the red ball. Another arm, this one black with a blue string wrapped around it jokes out bedside it. A letter rests on the side, and some of the letters on the page are just visible. This makes him pause a bit, recalling seeing the letters before among a few other versions of the dolls in the brief moments he’s been to the Anti-Void and seen it in a portal behind Error.

Error, the Destroyer. Error, who gave Ink an early Giftmas present.

He looks over and meets Blue’s eyes, who just gives him a knowing smile, and after a moment, he smiles back. Any concern he might’ve had is swept away as he imagines his friend and Error doing the same things his brother and he does every year for their birthday. He would be a hypocrite, kind of, to be worried about his friend meeting his enemy when he does the same thing.

Besides, it was Giftmas in just a few more days. Who says enemies can’t be friends for one day?

~oOo~

He folds up his cape and drapes it over the chair to his desk in his room. Dream takes off his gloves and does the same thing, changing into a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt Ink had made for him. Turning on his desk light, he sits down in the dim light and pulls the gift bag into his lap.

First things first: the letter.

Carefully pulling it off, he flips it over, his smile widening as he runs his fingers over the wax seal, a purple thing with an engraving of a crescent moon painted gold, holding the letter closed. His brother was so dramatic sometimes, using wax to seal a letter like some old-fashioned librarian. Then again, that was what he once wanted to be, so maybe this was just him achieving his dreams. It did feel like something more important than a letter for a birthday present, in any case. Opening a drawer, he grabs his letter opener and cuts the letter open, unfolding the paper to read it.

Dear Dream,

Happy birthday. Things have been busy for me this year, just as much as they have been for you, I’m sure. My boys are as hectic as ever and I can tell that Ink is still the same chaotic Creator he’s always been. Though, I do hope you are handling him better than I am handling the boys—I don’t think I’ve had a full night’s sleep in months.

Nonetheless, I did find time to get you your present. As always. This year, I went for a more expensive brand, as I remembered that last time you disliked the sweetness of the cheaper brand of wine I bought you. This one was recommended by me for its more bitter taste, described by the seller as ‘an acquired taste for only the best kind of people’. I think they were a bit biased, though, and wrong. After all, who in their right mind actually seeks out bitter-tasting things?

Ah. That’s right. You do. My point still stands, as you are lovingly special in your opinions. As wrong as they are…

I have also included something special for you. Please be careful with it. I paid good gold for it to be made, so if you break it before the year is over, I will know and I will hunt you down again and finally kill you once and for all. Okay? And as per usual, I’ve included a book I think you would enjoy. You’re very lucky to be given it. I think the copy in my library was the only remaining version of this edition.

I’ve spoiled you far too much this year already, so I will end things here. I wish you well, hope you have a good Giftmas, and everything else I’m supposed to say.

Write to you next year.

With as much hate as possible,

Nightmare.

Still chuckling, Dream sets the letter aside in the box full of the other ones from other years that sits underneath his desk. Then, he reaches into the bag and pulls out the bottle of wine, setting it aside to bring downstairs with him later. He flips through the book, reading the dedication and description and finding himself interested in it. Of course he would be, Nighty was good at knowing what books he’d like. He pulls out the small long box, a blue felt thing, and sets the now empty bag on the floor.

Curious and excited, he opens the box and gasps at its contents.

Pulling it out, he holds the thing reverently, turning it over slowly to look at all the details. It’s a small dagger, about the size of his forearm, and it’s a beautiful thing, more so for decoration than fighting, with all those golden leaves as accents and the engraving of a tree on the blade itself. There’s a small purple gem inside the handle, too, paired with a yellow one, both in the shape of an apple. And his name is engraved on the handle among the leaves and branches in small lettering. It’s so pretty, and the fact that Nighty got it made specifically for him almost makes him cry.

He sniffs and blinks away the blurriness, something wet slipping down his cheek.

Scratch that, then. It did make him cry.

He sets it on top of the box and sets it by his bed, right next to a picture of him and his brother from before the incident he had saved, the creased and ripped thing now framed in a simple brown wooden frame. Picking the picture up, he looks at it silently for a minute, before looking out his window, at the barely visible sunset and the few stars coming out of hiding. Clutching the picture to his chest, he closes his eyes.

“Dream!” Blue calls from the living room. “We’re ready to start the movie!”

“Coming!” Dream calls back, not moving.

He inhales and makes his wish as hard as possible, standing in place for a few minutes to ensure it was heard. It’s something he always wishes for, and he’s quite certain it works because it’s been granted every year. Once he’s sure, he opens his eyes and searches for the star, watching as it twinkles brightly for a minute.

I wish things continue to get better. I wish we stay friends for as long as possible. And I wish the best for my brother and his family, because for all his faults and actions, he is my brother, and that is all that matters. I wish this lasts.

I wish.

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dean-winchester-is-a-warrior · 2 years

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Time After Time

Warnings: None. Some kissing, and a smidge of making out - teenage!Sam and teenage!reader (both just graduated) nothing explicit or graphic at all.

Summary: It's Senior Prom, and Y/N is Prom Queen and everything, but the night won't be complete if she can't get at least one dance with Sam Winchester.

Pairings: Sam Winchester x fem!reader

Word Count: 2,429

A/N: I’ve decided to do all 30 of these writing prompts. I may miss a day here and there, but I’m going to try to do one a day, and I will be completing all 30 no matter what. They won’t always be in order. This fic will be for the prompt: Use the words: crown, dance, smile.

Hope you enjoy! I will be putting together a Masterlist for all 30 prompts and adding it to my main Masterlist.

A/N 2: So, at first I was just going to write this as a one shot, and for now that's what it is, but I have some ideas of how to make this fic into a series. I thought I'd throw it out to you guys and see what you thought. If you're interested, I'll continue the story, so please let me know. 😊 Still not wholly confident in my ability to capture Sam properly on the page! 😬

Both of the beautiful dividers, below and at the bottom, were created by @talesmaniac89 💓

So, it was a long time ago, lots of years, more years than I care to think about, really.

The night had been a long time coming; months of planning and preparation had gone into it, months of excited giggling and daydreaming with my friends. So many conversations and shopping trips, for dresses and shoes, and the perfect shade of lipstick, trying to make everything perfect.

For our Senior Prom.

Of course, however much we'd planned, it wasn't perfect. Our dresses were too hot for the end of June, so we were all too warm, and our high heels pinched our toes; one of my friends, I don't remember which one now, got into a fight with her boyfriend and spent over an hour in the girl's bathroom lamenting her broken heart.

They were back together by the end of the night.

But in spite of these issues, it was a magical night. And not just because I was voted Prom Queen. It didn't really mean that much to me; I wasn't that popular, but my date was, and he'd been voted in as King, so I think I just tagged along for the ride; I'd certainly never campaigned.

I don't really remember my prom date's name either. Steve...something, I think. He wasn't my boyfriend, just a guy who'd asked me to go. And I couldn't just sit around waiting forever for the boy I wanted to go with, to ask me. So, I said yes to...Steve Something and had a nice night. I stood on the stage in my little plastic crown and waved and tried not to feel too silly.

Being up on the stage did have one advantage though; from my vantage point I finally saw him for the first time that night, the boy I'd actually wanted to go to Prom with.

He was easy to spot towering head and shoulders above everyone around him; he was leaning against the wall at the back of the gymnasium that we'd decorated so elaborately, in the hopes of evoking romance. Through a sea of tinfoil stars, white balloons and baby blue streamers we made eye contact and he gave me that warm, sweet smile that never failed to make my heart skip.

Those dimples should really be illegal.

Without really paying attention to what was happening, I walked down off the stage and began the king and queen dance. The whole time I was awkwardly swaying side to side with my date, my eyes were scanning the room for an unruly mop of brown wavy hair and almond-shaped, hazel eyes.

He was so beautiful. I'd fallen for him the second he showed up in my biology classroom two months earlier. He was new, not just to my classroom, but to the school. I knew that right away, because I never would have missed his existence in my small high school.

Then we'd been partnered in a few labs and I'd fallen even harder and deeper for his shy, sincere smiles, and obvious intelligence.

And I'd waited and waited for him to ask me to a movie, or for coffee, or to PROM. There were some moments where I felt sure he was going to ask, like it was on the tip of his tongue, but it was as though he pulled himself back at the last second.

I told myself that it must all be in my imagination, he couldn't be interested, because here I was dancing with Steve Something instead of Sam Winchester.

Finally our dance ended and I told my date I wanted to powder my nose and left him standing on the dance floor to seek Sam out.

I feel a little bad now about my abrupt dismissal of the very kind boy who'd brought me. But the evening was winding down to the last dance of the night and everyone was partnering up for it and I absolutely refused to miss my chance to be wrapped up in Sam's long, muscular arms at least once.

I held up my long skirt and dashed about a little wildly, trying to find him in the crowd while Cyndi Lauper's unique voice blared across the gym singing Time After Time.

"Hey."

I spun around at the familiar voice and craned my head back to smile up at the boy I'd been looking for, possibly forever.

"Hey." I answered back. We then proceeded to stand there awkwardly shifting from foot to foot before both speaking at the same time.

"Do you wanna da-"

"Feel like danci-"

We both laughed, full of nerves, but then he put out his big hand for me to take hold of so he could lead me out to the floor. I timidly put my hand in his, loving the warmth of it, and hoping mine didn't feel too clammy. As we reached the edge of the crowd he pulled me close.

Then, instead of putting both hands on my waist and shuffling around in a circle with me the way the other boys were doing, he slipped his wide, warm palm to the small of my back and then brought the hand he'd been holding up to his lips to kiss the back of my knuckles. He then kept it wrapped up in his and pressed both our hands against his chest. He lead me in a slow, swaying motion in time to the gentle rhythm of the song.

I could feel my heart hammering in my chest and was sure he could feel it too. But I couldn't help it. He was so beautiful. He wore a plain white button up shirt with a dark blue vest, and dark pants. The vest seemed to accentuate his broad shoulders and the way his torso narrowed at his waist, creating a beautiful V shape that made my stomach flutter.

I finally worked up the courage to look into his eyes and was immediately lost in their multi-colored hazel depths. He smiled down at me, gentle and still slightly shy. I decided his shy uncertainty deserved some reassurance. So, I smiled brightly up at him before laying my head against his chest.

I heard the gentle beat of his heart kick up a little and found some reassurance of my own; I wasn't the only one affected by our closeness.

As the song wound down and Cyndi's soft voice faded away, we reluctantly pulled apart slightly and as we did, the lights came up in the gymnasium and as though the clock had struck midnight, a spell seemed to break and people began noisily milling about, gathering up purses and jackets and making plans to get home, or continue the party elsewhere.

Sam and I were jostled around a bit, as people pushed past us. Sam's expression was vaguely annoyed. He still held my hand and he tugged me close again so I could hear him over the noise of the crowd.

"Can I walk you home?"

I nodded eagerly. Then, not wanting to be completely heartless, I patted Sam's arm. "Wait just one second?"

He nodded and I dashed over to where I could see Steve Something standing around with his friends, who weren't really my friends.

Leaning up, I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and a smile.

"Thanks so much for everything! I had a great time."

He made a vague offer to take me home, but I could see he wanted to party elsewhere with his buddies. Neither of us were heart broken that it hadn't been a love connection.

"It's okay, I've got a way home. Have a good night!"

And without a backward glance, I ran back to Sam's side.

He grabbed up my hand again, and used his impressive size to clear a path for us through the crush of people still trying to leave.

Finally we were out of the building and free of the crowd. We began ambling slowly toward my house, our hands still linked.

For a while we chatted about school and the fact that we were actually done for good. He asked me what my plans were for the future, and I told him about leaving for college in the fall, the first stop on my way to med school.

I was still excited for my plans and my future, but a part of me already knew I'd be miss this soft, mysterious boy beside me, with his vague descriptions of continuing on "working at his family's business."

Finally we reached my house, and I brought him around to my side door where there was no porch light or window, and therefore less chance of my parents noticing I was coming home with a different boy than I'd left with.

"So..." I fumbled for my words. "Thanks for the dance and for bringing me home."

He nodded. "Thanks for letting me."

We stood in darkened silence for a moment before Sam took in a deep breath. "So, we're, um...my dad and brother and I, we're moving really soon. Couple days, I guess, maybe less."

He shoved his hands into the pockets of his dress pants. "But I wondered, if I could ah...if I could still call you, and maybe write you some times."

He looked down at his shoes.

I felt my heart sink. I knew I'd be gone in a couple months anyway, but I'd sort of already started imagining a summer full of midnight movies, ice cream dates and swimming at the lake - Sam's broad chest bare, tanned, and warm under my hands.

But those images floated away on a cool north breeze and I moved up against him to catch his eye again.

I smiled. "I would love that." I found a pen in the little purse I'd bought specifically to match my dress.

I pulled one of his hands out of his pocket and turned it over to write my phone number on his palm. I could have written a novel on his giant paw.

"Call me anytime."

He smiled down at me, his deep dimples making me melt slightly as I put my pen away. He continued to look down at me, blinking slowly and making my heart race a little as I watched his eyes fall to my lips.

"Kiss me." I blurted out.

I saw Sam's eyes widen slightly and I slapped a palm to my mouth not quite believing that demand had just popped out. I'd been thinking it so hard, I suppose it was bound to spill out!

"I mean...I just meant..." I was beet red and once again grateful for the dark. "I just mean, if you wanted to, you could kiss me."

Sam didn't say anything for the span of five seconds which was far too long for my panicked and mortified brain so I began gibbering.

"Really, you don't have to...I mean, don't, you don't need -"

Sam cut me off, sputtering a little himself. "No, I want to, really want to. I mean not...I don't mean to...not in a creepy way..."

We both trailed off into silence and then almost simultaneously began to chuckle over our extreme awkwardness, and the ridiculousness of the situation.

As our laughter died down I felt Sam shift slightly closer and my breath caught in my throat. He smelled like something masculine and warm, it was hard to define, but it had a heat and a spice to it that made my knees weak.

He tilted my chin up with his long fingers and leaned forward slowly. I took in the little mole at the side of his nose, and as my eyes fluttered closed I realized it was a beauty mark in the very truest sense.

God, he was beautiful.

His lips met mine and I sighed against them. They were so soft and so gentle as they slanted over mine. He moved his hand from my chin to the nape of my neck, and I shivered as his strong fingers massaged my skin there.

Obviously encouraged by my reaction, he slid his other hand around to the middle of my back, splaying his fingers wide and pressing me more firmly against him.

He swept his tongue across my sealed lips and they parted for him automatically. I felt my stomach swoop and my core muscles clench as he licked into me, his tongue bold and exploring.

I let out a soft moan, surprised by the way my body reacted to him. I'd only been kissed twice before and if this was what kisses were supposed to feel like, I'd been woefully short-changed with those previous lip-locks.

He pulled his mouth from mine, just so he could suck along my jawline, teeth scraping gently there before he moved down the column of my neck. His hand slid from my back, down over my ass, grabbing a handful.

I craned my neck back and buried my hands in his long hair, moaning and feeling a keen kind of need for the first time in my life.

Suddenly, he wrenched himself back from me, chest heaving in a way that was just incredibly sexy for reasons I was still too young and inexperienced to really understand.

"Sorry," he apologized, "got...got carried away."

I was shaking my head before he finished. I was slightly embarrassed at my incredibly eager response, still holding on to the bullshit idea young girls are fed, that being too enthusiastic about making out with a boy meant you were a slut.

But I didn't want him to think he'd done anything wrong either, so I reached up and placed a soft, chaste kiss on his lips.

"Don't apologize. That was..." I looked down at the ground before screwing up all my courage and looking him in the eye. "That was wonderful."

I was rewarded with his dimples again and I reached up to trail my fingers across his cheek simply because I figured it was likely my last chance to do so.

Sure enough as I dropped my hand away, he stepped back out of my reach and gave me another sad smile.

"Well, take care of yourself." He said, and then held up his palm toward me. "I'll call you."

I nodded and smiled, not sure if I believed him; keeping in touch over miles and years was a tall order for someone you'd barely known three months.

But as he backed away from me and then turned away with a final wave, I prayed he would. Because I wasn't ready to say goodbye to Sam Winchester.

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(光与夜之恋 Light and Night) Osborn’s MC Birthday 2022 Facetime Call: Special Surprise [特别惊喜] Translation

*Light and Night Masterlist | Osborn’s Personal Masterlist *Click “keep reading” to access video on website (works fine on mobile) *Join the Light & Night Discord (＾▽＾)~ ♪ *Osborn’s tag will be #For Night, For Freedom

❖☆————— ⊹ For Night, For Freedom⊹ —————★❖

Osborn: The special day has arrived again. Have you thought about what you want to do today?

Osborn: If I remember correctly, I recall that you were already starting to look forward to today a couple of days ago. Yet… you haven’t thought of it?

Osborn: Ohh, you were waiting for my surprise?

Osborn: How clever and quick-witted you are. Never thought that you’d catch onto me.

Osborn: Actually, I’d originally planned to come to pick you up, right after training, to celebrate your birthday together.

Osborn: But once the others found out that today’s your birthday, they absolutely insisted on throwing you a party.

Osborn: They even prepared a load of balloons and streamers for it. I bet they’re still busy setting up.

Osborn: Even Xiaoragon and lil’ Xiaone weren’t spared, and were both dragged into the party.

Osborn: You agree to come? Okay, I’ll come to get you in a bit.

Osborn: Ahem… There’s also something I should inform you about first…

Osborn: Don’t be too surprised when you see me turning up in a suit and my car decorated in ribbonworks.

Osborn: Hey, no laughing! It might be their idea, but I think it’s pretty neat.

Osborn: It’s a little extravagant, but since today’s a once-in-a-year occurrence, I’d say it’s a fitting occasion to go “loud”.

Osborn: Why are you giggling like a maniac before you’ve even seen it?

Osborn: Dummy.

Osborn: You look like you have something to say.

Osborn: Other than the party, you want to have some time to spend alone with me on your birthday?

Osborn: Don’t worry. I already figured you would a long time ago.

Osborn: You have a gift unwrapping session scheduled with me after the party. How does that sound? Excited yet?

Osborn: You’ve entrusted your day to me, so I’ve got to fulfil your wishes, of course.

Osborn: Your wish is to be together with me?

Osborn: No way. That’s way too easy for me.

Osborn: How about you wish for something harder to fulfil?

Osborn: Can’t think of one now?

Osborn: No worries. Boss man’s words will always stand.

Osborn: Oh, I nearly forgot to wish you a happy birthday this year.

Osborn: Happy birthday! May you be happy, not just today, but every day!

Osborn: And I’ll tell you the rest of it once I see you later.

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i-write-hurt-not-comfort · 1 year

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Do you think Kino would be a famous game streamer for the recognition he so craves. Feel free to throw in any drug discussion to.

woahhh i haven't given much thought to kino to be honest. i tend to make him a streamer in most of my AUs simply because it feels like he Would. when we were on a call on monday, somebody said kino would be a streamer but have no followers and i think that's pretty fuckin funny.

i'll talk about the concept some more, but // drug discussion and mentions of SA warning

and while we're on the topic, i have a kino playlist here.

kino, as he does in canon, does fucked up shit for attention. like, there were several times in different lost eden routes where he complained because people were paying attention to other people and not him. i specifically remember in laito's LE where they're giving laito some intervention and kino is like ??? EXCUSE ME! PAY ATTENTION TO ME!

so yeah, kino wants attention. but i think it's negative attention he wants. he thrives off negative attention because to be honest, i don't think he'd tolerate positive attention because he doesn't believe it.

as a streamer, if he got famous, he'd definitely be well-known on other platforms. i think he'd have a youtube account, instagram, i can imagine him making really problematic tiktoks too. he would stir shit about himself. he'd start rumours about himself and then think it's funny when allegations catch up to him. but yknow, there's nothing people can say to insult him which he'd be offended by.

we do see this in canon too. pretty much the only way of hurting kino's feelings is to ignore him. to not pay attention to him. maybe if you bruised his ego by mentioning something sensitive he'd be hurt. but when other characters insult his actions, or when yui reprimands him, he pretty much takes it as a compliment. it's one of the reasons i think kino is the cuntiest character there is.

but yeah, as an online personality, he'd stir shit up because negative attention is good. like that quote in i don't care by fall out boy, "i don't care what you think, as long as it's about me" - that's kino. in fact i can imagine him having that in his tiktok bio or something.

honestly, kino is a pretty shitty person and he's definitely not above sexual harassment/assault even. it's pretty shit but i can imagine a scenario where there's SA allegations against him but does he care? no. people still come to watch his streams and listen to him insulting the other players for making his team lose or something (i'm not a gamer can you tell)

drugs, hm. i never thought much about kino as a drug. i guess there's more vulnerable characters but i can imagine kino also doing stupid shit while on drugs. probably get caught on video doing it.

i realised a few days ago that a lot of the times when i write about the topic of drugs, i talk about them from a negative point of view. and i want to make it clear than about 90% of all drug experiences people have are positive. my experiences with recreational drugs are very positive. it's just that when handling vulnerable, very unstable characters, it's unlikely that they'd manage to use recreationally.

with that said, i don't imagine kino getting hooked on one drug. i think he'd use a mix of uppers. probably mdma, coke, and some psychedelics here and there. maybe he'd abuse speed every now and again in order to do a 24-hour stream or something.

but in general, i don't think kino needs drugs to get his dopamine fix to fill that hole inside him. at least not in an AU where he's a famous streamer making himself a problematic icon.

#ask #anon #// drugs #// SA

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kinda wanna hear more abt yr streamer!millie thing (no pressure though if you don't want to, of course)

jfdjafdjsdk Millie being a streamer in my main AU is a headcanon I came up with for no other reason than I thought it would be funny if Millie was allowed to swear

As you can probably tell my main genre of YouTubers is mainly gaming YouTubers, which I based a lot of my headcanons about Millie's streams around

My main CTW AU is "A.I." so I imagine that after the events at Afton Robotics, Millie starts streaming as a new hobby by Dylan's suggestion. One of her first streams is a Just Talking stream titled "bitching about afton robotics", where she just drags Clayton for what he did to CTW Funtime Freddy, Funtime Foxy, and BonBon, as well as casually leaking multiple secrets about the company that she found out while raiding it in search of CTW Funtime Freddy. She gains traction from that stream, with a lot of skeptics, which are quickly convinced when Millie posts a short video to her newly made YouTube channel of her grandfather's workshop, with the three animatronics just wandering around going about their day.

She starts streaming regularly under the name "x._missing._x" and quickly gains popularity since she's known as "the person that blew up the local Afton Robotics building". Dylan joins her on the majority of her streams, which are usually gaming. Dylan is the local troll on her channel, constantly taking advantage of the donation feature which is set up to allow whoever donated to play music on the stream. He constantly plays bass boosted songs with his donations, the only warning Millie gets being the alert sound that someone donated. Once she sees Dylan's username overlayed onscreen beside the donation message her viewers tend to hear a horrified "NOO-!!" as Millie rips off her headset, and throws it on the desk before running off, all you can hear being bass boosted music playing in the background as Millie runs down the street to Dylan's house so she can strangle him.

She starts streaming with Brooke and Sarah as well, sometimes showing up in Brooke's streams as she does mainly irl streams, and while Sarah isn't really interested in doing her own streams she loves appearing in the other's, and Millie's fanbase find their relationship adorable, and ship them so hard. She has fanpages that dedicate themselves to posting compilations, and random out of context clips. Every time her and Sarah have a cute interaction onstream the "x._missing_.x x azure_sarah" fans have a field day.

Since FNaF as a franchise is probably canon within the FNaF universe, you can bet that Millie has played the FNaF games onstream. She also looks up weird fancontent at the request of her viewers, or her friends resulting in either a hilarious stream with a whole bunch of out of context moments, or Millie being scarred for life and telling her fanbase that she will never trust them again, until the next stream where they trick her into looking something up again.

Her grandfather becomes a fan favorite from the multiple times he accidentally walks in on Millie while she's streaming. Her chat eventually goes from "who is he?? 🤨" "who's that?" "that's you're grandfather 😮???" to "GRANDPA FITZSIMMONS!!! ❤❤❤❤❤" "HE!!!!!!" "NUU LET HIM STAY-". Millie's fandom starts shipping him with CTW Funtime Freddy after seeing them interact in some videos, or in the background of some of her or Brooke's streams, much to Millie's dismay. She finds out the hard way that people ship them after a viewer tells her about the ship in a donation message. As a result Millie puts the whole stream on pause to look it up, and see if it's real. She finds loads of fanart with a concerning amount of skill and effort put into them, and some very descriptive fanfics that usually consist of CTW Funtime Freddy pinning her grandfather down and making out with him. She then forces Dylan and Brooke to read them with her onstream, effectively scarring them.

Her fandom then take this as permission to try and taint her grandfather's innocence, to which Millie desperately tries to protect him from her fanbase. It doesn't work very well, as her grandpa now knows what "gilf" means. Millie even decides to react to edits of the ship with her grandpa in a stream simply titled "why". Her grandfather still does not really understand what is going on.

When he becomes a little more comfortable, her grandpa starts to feature in her streams, which Millie doesn't know whether it's a good or bad thing. Her grandfather's fan favorite status only grows after he lets loose his pent up anger during her gaming streams. The best way to describe his rages is GameGrumps Arin during Super Mario Sunshine, and the infamous Sonic and the Black Knight clip. Millie even has to end a stream early one time out of fear that her grandfather will have a stress induced heart attack. Her fans still ship him with CTW Funtime Freddy, despite her grandfather yelling at him to fuck off at the end of one stream.

#asks #answered #valleyfthdolls

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