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aalyssah · 8 months

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Talk To Me

Pairing: Dominik Mysterio x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst/Fluff!

Word Count: 1,926

Request/Summary: ⇩

A/N: This was requested by someone of Wattpad. Hope You Enjoy!

The Judgement Day sat in the shared hotel room, Finn and Damian playing Smackdown Here Comes The Pain, and Dominik laying on your thighs, with you scratching at his scalp.

The door opened to reveal Rhea with a smile on her face. "Guys, I just got good news, you're gonna wanna sit up for this." The boys paused the game while giving their attention to Rhea.

"Triple H called and told me they want us to go to this event to represent WWE!" Finn and Damian began celebrating, giving each other a fist bump. Dominik had a smile on his face, high fiving Finn while you sat there lost for words.

An event? To represent WWE? That seems like a lot. Something way out of your league. "Uh guys, I don't want to be a party pooper, but I don't think I can go." All attention cuts to you at your words. "What why?" Dominik asked, sitting up and turning to look at you.

"Because, it's way out of my league. I've never done anything that special. I don't usually do public stuff like that." You shrugged your shoulders, picking at the small hangnail on your finger.

You could hear the whine coming from the 3 members, saying how you should come because 'there's no Judgement Day without Y/n.' Dominik grabbed your hands, making you look at him.

"Hey it's okay. You don't have to go if you don't want to, but will you? Will you come for the fans? For the Judgement Day? Will you come for me?" Dominik gave you a pleading look, squeezing your hands.

You looked back at Rhea, Finn, and Damian who stared at you, hoping you'll say yes. "Oh alright, I guess I will." Everyone celebrated once more, cheering at your choice. Dominik pulled you in for a hug. "Thank you, thank you baby! I promise I won't let you get embarrassed." You chuckled, kissing his cheek.

It was a week later and the event was here.

Everyone was getting ready, Finn fixing his suit, Damian braiding his hair, and Rhea messing with her black dress.

You were standing at the mirror fixing your mascara when Dominik came behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. You jumped, smearing the mascara under your eye.

"Dom!" You scolded him, grabbing a makeup wipe remover. "Sorry love, you just look so pretty tonight, I'm really glad you agreed to this." You stayed silent, putting away the mascara after finishing.

Dominik watched your face as your expression dropped at the mention of the event. "Are you sure you wanna go? We can stay here and watch that new Nun 2 movie." You shook your head. "No, I'm gonna go." Dominik nodded his head, letting you leave the room.

Y'all pulled up in front of the building, a red carpet laid across the concrete to the entryway. The building was huge, lights shining bright. You looked out the window, eyes wide at the view.

"Woah, I've never seen anything so beautiful like this." Dominik chuckled. "Well you must've not seen yourself in the mirror." You blushed, hiding your face slightly. He cooed at your shyness, getting out the car, and holding a hand out.

You took it, standing up tall as lights flashed fast. Paparazzi spoke loud and fast, calling you and your teams' names to look at them. "Just throw a smile that would piss the fans off." Dominik whispered down to you, a smile coming to your face.

He held your hand as you both walked to the door, the rest of the members behind you. As you walked to the door, a hand grasped your wrist, pulling you to their direction. A bright light flashed on your face, almost blinding you.

As your vision came back, you caught the eye of a man. A man dressed in a suit, beard neatly trimmed, hair slicked back. Although he looked nice, what he did was uncalled for. Before you could get a word out, Dominik dragged you inside, it getting more quiet except a collective amount of chatter.

People were everywhere looking so expensive and hot.

There were food tables everywhere, Damian going to get something to eat. Finn left, going to meet up with a few people he knew. Rhea threw you both a thumbs up before leaving. Now it was just you and Dominik standing together, hand in hand.

"So, what'cha wanna do?" You shrugged at his question. "I don't know, there's so much to do and see!" You looked at the place once more.

"Oh my god, is that Hulk Hogan?! Babe I'm sorry, but I gotta go see him. I was a huge fan of him when I was younger. I'll catch up with you later, okay?" You nodded your head as he placed a small kiss on your lips before parting ways.

Now it was just you standing there, trying to find somewhere to go. Well what you did know was that you're hungry, so you walked over to a table, grabbing a small plate and loading it up with food.

You turned around to go find somewhere to sit, but accidentally bumped into someone, your food splashing on your dress. "Oh shit!" You cried out, dropping the trap and trying to wipe your food off.

"Oh, I'm so sorry." You looked up at the guy only for it to be the same paparazzi who grabbed you earlier. "Oh, it's you." You grumbled under your breath. "Let me clean you up." He grabbed a paper towel and began rubbing on your chest and stomach.

You let out an awkward chuckle, stepping back from his touch. "It's okay, I can clean myself." You grabbed a paper towel from the table and scrubbed your dress. "God, I don't think this is gonna come out!" You whined, aggressively scrubbing.

You let out a huff when it wasn't going away, walking to the bathroom to fix yourself. When you entered you saw Rhea walking out a stall, looking down at you. "What happened to your dress?" You rolled your eyes at the thought.

"This paparazzi guy spilled food all over me! Not only that, but he grabbed me earlier when I got out the car." Rhea raised her eyebrows in shock. "He what?"

You waved your hand in the air. "It's fine, but it was unexpected.” You explained as you put water on a paper towel and rub your dress. "Just give me a couple of minutes and I'll be with Dom."

Rhea left, going to tell the others about the situation.

You walked out the bathroom, turning the corner to look for Dominik, but of course, the same guy almost ran into you. "Oh shoot!" He stopped just in time.

" Y/n, is it a coincidence we keep running into each other?" He laughed loudly, throwing his head back. "Yeah, look it was nice talking to you, but I gotta go see Dom, so excuse me..."

You tried walking around him, but he was quick to step in the same direction. "Woah, why ya in a rush? I'm just trying to talk to you.”

You huffed out an annoying sigh before pushing him to the side. "Get out the way, I won't tell you again!" The man put his hands up in surrender. "Alright, calm down, no need to get physical." You rolled your eyes, finally meeting up with Dominik.

He noticed your expression, excusing himself from the group of people he was talking to. "Hey baby, you okay? You look upset." You shook your head. "I'm fine, just a little tired." You lied.

Music began to play, a soft slow beat. A smile grew on your face as you saw Dominik hold his hand out. "Well in that case, may I have a dance before the night ends?" You stood up, grabbing his hand. "Yes you may sir." He dragged you to the dance floor, holding you in his arms as you both swayed side to side.

You felt so safe. Dominik might be a scared asshole on TV, but he's far from that when it comes to your relationship. After almost 5 minutes of dancing the song came to an end. Dominik let out a small breath.

"Dang I'm thirsty. Imma go get a drink and then we can dance again." You let him go to the food table, watching as he got a bottle of water. You stood there alone waiting from him until the feeling of a hand wrapped around your waist. "Dom I thought-" You turned around and were met with the paparazzi guy.

You instantly pulled back, looking at him with disgust. "Don't touch me." The guy laughed at your voice. "Oh come on, don't act like you didn't like the way my hands felt on you." He grabbed you, pulling you to his chest, hands gripping at your waist.

You squirmed in his hold, trying to pull back. "Stop moving!" You jumped at the feeling of a slap that landed on your butt.

"Aye, get your hands off her!" Your eyes widened as you heard Finn's voice.

You were yanked back into a strong chest, the familiar grip of hands on your side. "Yeah who do you think you are touching in her like that?" Damian's loud voice booming, drawing attention to y'all. Dominik gently pushed you aside to Rhea, Rhea comfortably holding you.

Dominik got in the guy's face. "If you ever touch her again, I swear on everything I'll beat your ass and make you lose your job." The guy seemed to not have a reaction staring dead in Dominik’s eyes.

"I don't know why y'all are mad at me. It's not my fault she's the hottest thing here. You just need to learn how to handle her-" The man's sentence was cut off when Dominik punched him square across his jaw.

The man groaned, holding his jaw. "You wanna say that again, huh?" You broke from Rhea's hold, grabbing Dom's arm. "Babe stop! Please let's just go!" Dominik gave the man one last look on the ground before grabbing your hand and dragging you back to the car.

It was silent as y'all made your way back to the hotel. You bit your lip, feeling guilty that you were the cause of it all. The car stopped as everyone began to exit. You just sat there, still staring out the window before finding the courage to get up.

Dominik grabbed your hand, pulling you to him. "Let's go for a walk." His body was stiff as you both walked around a small park.

"I'm sorry about everything, I didn't think it would go that far, I swear I would've told you after-" Dominik cut you off from your scared rant. "Babe, baby, calm down, it's okay, it's not your fault." He held you as you took a deep breath.

He gently rubbed up and down your arms soothingly. "I get why you didn't say anything, but if he was making you feel uncomfortable, you should've told me. I know I'm an asshole outside the world, but if you need me I'll go back to the sweet boy, I don't care who's watching."

You smiled at his confession. "Just promise me you'll be more vocal when we're out, talk to me if something's wrong." He held his pinky finger out. You giggled as you locked pinkies. "I promise. I'll talk to you more often."

You both shared a kiss, you finally feeling relaxed that you weren't near that creepy paparazzi guy.

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hobiebrownismygod · 5 months

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Miguel x Desi!Reader - Wedding Edition

Request from @shadofireshinobi!!

This was really fun to write, I hope y'all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! There's lots of good representation in there and if you've never been to a Desi wedding, you'll probably enjoy learning about it <3

Synopsis: Miguel gets invited to an Indian wedding by Pav and asks you, his neighbor and someone who doesn't really like him, to teach him how it works. The two of you end up going together and have a great time.

TW: None, just a lot of fluff <3

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"No."

"Aww, come on, don't be such a party-pooper. You'll have fun!"

Miguel squinted at his AI, an annoyed look plastered across his face. "I said no. I'm not going to a wedding, Lyla."

"You can't turn down an invitation from Pavitr! Come on, do you need me to ask him to give you the 'look' again?" Lyla asked teasingly, teleporting in front of Miguel and shoving her phone into his face, Pav's puppy-dog expression visible on the FaceTime call she had him on. "How can you say no to that face?"

"Ugh."

Miguel waved her out of his way with a grunt. "Come on uncle, I promise you'll never go to a grander wedding! These people are close friends of my auntie's and I'm telling you, they put so much effort into their parties" Pav explained, his voice emanating from the phone Lyla had refused to put down. "Its not a normal wedding. Its an Indian wedding. What would I even do there? No."

Miguel was trying to focus on the screen in front of him, tracing out the dimensional map for some new anomaly chase he'd been planning on assigning out. "Come on, I'll explain it all to you! Or even better...you could have Y/N do it" Pavitr said with a grin, tilting his head to the side as he looked at Miguel through the screen.

Miguel froze at the mention of your name, his expression softening slightly. "You invited my neighbor?" he asked Pav, an dumbstruck look on his face. "Yes. She's very nice and she told me she hasn't been to a function in a long time. Besides, Maya Auntie told me to invite all my friends." Pav responded with a sly shrug.

"Since when are the two of you friends?"

"Since I helped fix her rooftop that your battle with that anomaly ruined."

"So its settled then. Miguel, you're going, final say." Pav gave Lyla a high five through the screen.

"No-" Miguel began to argue back, but the two of them were completely convinced. He knew there would be no point in trying to turn it down at this point, as Pavitr and Lyla would most definitely succeed in forcing him to this wedding, no matter how much he objected.

You were a very out-spoken civilian who lived fairly close to the bounds of the Spider Society. Because of this, you were often affected by the fights that would happen in and out of the society, some of these leading to actual property damage. Even then, your spirts were high and you ended up getting to know a lot of the Spider-people that passed by, even becoming friends with some of them, including Pav.

As for Miguel, the two of you had a complicated relationship. Miguel tried to be nice to you but you barely tolerated him. After all, he'd built his society next to the home your family had lived in for decades. He'd actually asked you to move and even offered to relocate you but you and your family had refused. And thats when you decided that he was a jerk and that you'd try to steer away from him and his problems.

But apparently, he needed your help now.

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"You want me to take you to the wedding?"

"I want you to teach me how the wedding works."

You scoffed, arms folded over your chest as you stared at the tall man standing before the frame of your front door. "And why would I do that?"

He gave you a sheepish look, rubbing the back of his head. "Because I asked nicely?" You snorted. "That's a first." He sighed, "Look Y/N, I know I haven't always been the nicest to you, but I don't have a choice in this matter and I'd rather not be embarrassed at the wedding because I don't know what to do there."

You looked at him for a moment before groaning and muttered under you breath, "Fine." You opened the door all the way to let him inside, head hung in annoyance. He looked fairly uncomfortable too, shuffling in with his fingers fidgeting.

You gestured for him to sit down at the kitchen table and you sat down in front of him, leaning back and folding your arms over your chest. "You want something to drink or...?" He shook his head, still looking a bit awkward.

"Alright. Well, before I start, what do you already know?"

"Uh...nothing."

"Nothing?" He shook his head no.

"Okay. From the beginning then."

You spent a good thirty minutes explaining the intricate details of how Hindu weddings work to him, starting with the fact that they last anywhere from 3-5 days ("I'M GOING TO BE THERE FOR FIVE DAYS?" "No, only for a couple hours each day.") and the significance of each event. Then, you moved onto the attire, and even showed him pictures of all the things the guests would wear. Women would wear colorful saris while men would wear suits or kurtas.

"Please tell me you at least have a kurta."

"What's a kurta?"

You groaned. "I'll have Pavi drop one off for you." he nodded with a slight smile, leaning forward and resting his chin on his palm as he continued to listen to you speak. You told him about the food, and how it would be vegetarian on puja days but would probably have non-vegetarian options later on. ("You can't drink blood there by the way." "I don't drink blood!")

"Now, because you're not a close friend of the bride or groom, I'm guessing you'll only be attending on the third day. That's when the main ceremony is."

"What happens in the main ceremony?"

"The actual wedding. The other days are mainly just prayer days and for mingling between the families. But remember, its not like a western ceremony where we'll all sit down while the bride gets married. It'll be very Bollywood style."

"Bollywood?" He asked, cocking his head to the side slightly.

"Oh my god, I have to show you before we go!" To his surprise, you grabbed his arm and pulled him towards the couch, sitting him down before you began to search for the remote. He grabbed it off the coffee table and handed it to you with a smile, a bit taken aback by your excitement. "We?" he asked, sounding a little hopeful. "Were you planning on going with someone else?"

"No, no, it's just-"

"Besides, if I bring a date I won't have to worry about all those aunties trying to get their sons married to me." You said, shaking your head slightly as you turned on the TV. He stayed silent for a moment, trying to suppress the smile from forming on his face. "So I'm your date?"

"ah, here we go" you said, putting on K3G, one of your favorite Hindi movies. As the movie played, you pointed out the actors to him going "That's Shah Rukh Khan! That's Hritik Roshan!" despite him obviously not knowing who any of those people were. He just nodded along, watching you more than he watched the movie.

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The day of the wedding, you were in a rush getting ready, pulling on your sari hurriedly and fixing your makeup. You were wearing a dark green sari, with heavy jewelry that took ages to put on. Your earrings were also a dark green, matching with your outfit and making your skin and hair stand out beautifully. After you finished, all you had to do was wait for Miguel to show up.

The day you'd spent with him had been really nice. In fact, you found yourself liking him a lot more than you expected, considering how much you despised him at first. You were honestly really glad that he'd asked for your help, because otherwise you'd have never got to have so much fun rewatching your favorite Bollywood movie with him.

The doorbell rang and you rushed to open it, being greeted by Miguel standing in the doorway, wearing a sleek black kurta, courtesy of Pav. He stood there awkwardly, a slight smile on his face as he looked you over. "You look nice." he said quietly, as if he was embarrassed to admit it. "You do too." you felt yourself growing silent as you stared at him. He looked better than you'd expected. This man was full of surprises.

You cleared your throat and beckoned for him to come in. After filling him in on the details, and even giving him some bangles of your own to wear, the two of you were off to Pav's dimension. The moment you entered, it was like a blow to the face. The sounds, the sights, the smells, they were all almost overpowering.

The two of you head to the wedding venue, both fairly silent. "So...you ready?" You asked him, looking up to see his slightly nervous expression. He tugged at the collar of his kurta. "Yeah. I just feel a little...out of place."

"Don't. There's going to be plenty of other non-Indians there. Hobie and Gwen are coming too." You said, flashing him a reassuring smile. "Besides, you have me."

After entering the venue, the two of you greeted Pav who was there with Gayatri, being all smiles as usual. He pointed the two of you in the direction of the rest of the crowd where you introduced yourself to some of the aunties while Miguel followed like a lost puppy. He was noticeably taller than most of the people there, so it was a lot easier for you to find him than for him to find you.

As you greeted more and more people you found yourself slipping behind the scene, helping out with moving things and passing out food and party favors. Then, because Miguel was glued to you, he joined in as well.

You couldn't help but laugh to yourself as you watched all the aunties swooning over him. He seemed like the perfect gentleman in his traditional attire and with his helping hands on. It was sweet. "It's Miguel, right? Who are you here with? Your wife?" One of the aunties asked him, inspecting his kurta. "Uh, no, I'm here with a...friend." He said quickly, seeming a bit nervous. He noticed you looking at him and flashed you a quick smile before continuing to put things away with a little horde of women following him.

After at least an hour of helping out, you felt your feet starting to cramp, and decided to do a shoe change. After changing out of your heels into more comfortable sandals, you realized your jhanjharas didn't match anymore. So of course, you gave them to Miguel. "Can you hold these for me?"

He looked at you for a moment before taking them out of your hand. "What are they?" He asked, inspecting them carefully. "They're like anklets" you replied, already hearing someone calling your name to come help out again. "hmm." he responded, continuing to turn them around in his hands, dark gaze focused on the little gems and jewels decorating the thin material.

When he came to join you, you realized he wasn't holding them anymore. You opened your mouth to ask where he'd put them but then you saw, he'd put them around his wrists. You felt a blush forming on your face at the view. They looked so small around his wrists. You shook it out of your mind and continued what you were doing.

Eventually, as the event progressed, the actual wedding started. To entertain the guests, the bride and groom began their performative dance, a classic form of entertainment that most Desi weddings have. Miguel was standing next to you, arms awkwardly folded across his chest as he watched them perform, his eyes on you the entire time. "What?" you asked, returning his eye contact with a slight smile. "Nothing. I just...wasn't expecting a dance."

You laughed softly at this and continued to enjoy the performance as more of the guests joined in, the previously choreographed number turning into a mess of random people joining in and swaying to the music. Although a bit crowded, it was a lot of fun. You could see Pav and Gayatri dancing together and even caught a glimpse of Hobie messing around with some random Desi girl. Miguel seemed to notice this too and kept glancing at you until he finally mustered up the courage to ask, "So...would you like to join in?"

You looked at him, slightly surprised. "You want to dance?" You asked, giving him a sly grin. He shrugged quickly, looking away. "Well, everyone else is doing it. Besides, you look like you wanted to join anyways." he said quietly, trying to hide the small smile forming on his face.

With a teasing eye roll, you stretched out your hand towards him which he promptly took, and the two of you melted into the crowd. He was shuffling along at first, his height making it difficult for him to blend in with the rest as well as you did, but eventually he grew more comfortable and took your hands, swaying with you to the music.

You were focusing more on the bride and groom than on him, and you barely noticed when your bangles caught on the edge of his kurta's cuffs. He laughed quietly at your embarrassed expression as you tried to pull it away. "Here, let me" He said, gently taking your hand in his and removing the bangle. While you watched, he removed the fabric from the bracelet before sliding it back onto your wrist, eyes looking directly into yours.

Even after he'd placed it on, the two of you kept your eyes on each other, unwavering until he chuckled softly and looked away. "I wasn't expecting us to get to know each other so well" He said, looking at you slyly. "Me neither" you caught your breath, clearing your throat before stepping back slightly, but he held onto your wrist. "Hey, we're not done dancing yet, are we?" he asked as he pulled you closer again, fingers intertwining with yours.

"Its a good thing you were willing to come with me. Otherwise, I probably wouldn't be having this much fun" he said quietly as he timidly placed his hands onto your waist, your arms going around his neck. While the rest of the crowd danced wildly to the fast-paced music, the two of you took it slow, eye contact seeming more intense than usual. "I'm glad I took you as my date." You said with a smile.

"Anytime." he gave you a lopsided grin, shyness slowly melting away as he held you.

"Anytime?" You asked teasingly, tilting your head up at him slightly.

"Anytime."

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oddballwriter · 9 months

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The Moon Boys when the Reader comes back from a Night out Drinking

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Warnings: mentions of drinking, reader is very drunk, Marc and Jake make reader drink those hangover cure concoctions, the system being decent and good men.

Author’s Snip: This was just a random thought and I figured I'd write it since maybe some of y'all like to drink hard and party.

Note: Drink responsibly and always have a designated or plan on how to get home without driving yourself.

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

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Steven Grant

He stays up all night as best and passes the time as he waits for you to come home

When you do, some of your friends are usually with you so that you aren't walking back home by yourself while drunk

And drunk you are

You still had the ability to tell the difference between the boys

No matter how drunk you were

So when he came to the door and your brain managed to register what you were looking at your face turns from spaced out to pure joy

"Steven!" you slur out in a happy voice as you spread out your arm and stumble into his arms

He catches you and hold you up gently as you nuzzle into his neck and he takes your discarded shoes from you friends with a quiet "Thank you."

When he closes the door and turns back towards the rest of the flat with you still clung onto him

He knows how you usually are when your drunk and acts off that

"Did you have fun? It looks like you did." is what he usually says but really it's him politely asking "You've drank yourself silly, haven't you."

He helps you get ready for bed, since the gods know you'll probably lose focus and pass out somewhere else in your party clothes and makeup

He gently cleans off your makeup with a makeup wipe and gives you some nice and clean pajamas before tucking you into bed and then getting ready for bed himself

Of course, you have a huge hang over in the morning , so he takes care of you during that too by making you some breakfast, giving you painkillers and water, drawing the curtains to protect your eyes, and making you a nice bath to relax in

Marc Spector

Again, your friends walk you home and he's grateful that your friends wouldn't leave you drunk and vulnerable to defend yourself on your own

But once he closes the door after taking you in he starts to scold you about getting so drunk

He's not trying to be a party pooper and shame you for having fun, he sure drinks a good amount himself, but he does get worried

You never see it but he usually paces the living room when it gets super late and you aren't home yet

Marc does help you get ready for bed too but he does all the steps. So unfortunately you need to take a cold shower or bath and both a means to sober up and also get the bar smell off of you

"Marc. The water's cold. :(" "Yeah. I know. But you're completely out of it and I just washed the sheets a few days ago and I don't want you getting that bar smell on them. Get in the tub."

He'll get in with you but he's not up for messing around in it. It's late at night, he just wants you to get some rest before the hang over kicks in, and also you're drunk so you can't really make proper decisions and he's not going to use that to get something out of you

Also he loves you but he does not want to deal with your drunk shenanigans

In the morning he makes you some of those hangover remedies that he knows about

He might be able to get over a hangover faster but you don't have a deal with a murder bird of the moon so its the traditional hangover cure cup, and water, for you

Jake Lockley

Jake prefers to actually pick you up from the bar or wherever you were at since he shadows as a cab driver, so might as well come and get you right where you are

It's not that he doesn't trust your friends to help you walk/get home. He just feels like driving you home

He won't drive your friends home though, he wants to get you home and just says "Where's your designated driver?"

He can handle you when your drunk, he doesn't know how your friends are when drunk though

Once he starts driving home, he rolls down the windows to let you get some fresh air (and in case you need to... you know)

Jake kind of babies you when your drunk and heading home

Like when you walk out of the car he just picks you up and walks the rest of the way with you in his arms

And whenever you whine he coos "Oh pobrecito/a."

He makes you wash up and cleaned off similar to Marc because he knows that you'll be bedridden in the morning so might as well get everything done now

Speaking of the morning after

He also makes you do the remedies but he encourages you in a cheeky way.

"If you can drink a nasty mixed drink at the bar, you can drink this."

He's sweet to you though, he, and the others, help you get over your hang over

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underworld-park-offical · 5 months

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BEBE: ♪ And I'm bad like the barbie ♪

RED: ♪ Barbie ♪

BEBE: ♪ I'm a doll but I still wanna party ♪

RED: ♪ Party ♪

BEBE: ♪ Pink Vette but I'm ready to bend ♪

RED: ♪ Bend ♪

WENDY: Bitch

BEBE: ♪ I'm a ten so I'm pullin a Ken ♪

RED: ♪ Like Jazzie, Stacie, Nicki ♪

RED: ♪ Grrrah ♪

BEBE: ♪ All of the Barbies is pretty ♪

RED: ♪ Damn ♪

WENDY: Bitch

RED: ♪ It girls ♪

BEBE: ♪ It girls ♪

RED: ♪ And we ain't playin tag ♪

BEBE: ♪ Grrah ♪

WENDY: WILL YOU 711, SLUSHIE SLURPING, ALWAYS BURPING, SELFIE STICK, HUGE PRICK, STUPID WHORES, SHUT UP FOR ONE SECOND??!?!?!

RED: Booooo

BEBE: Party Pooper!

BEBE: Let us sing our BARBIE WORLD in PEACE

RED: Yeah, for real!

RED: Boooooooo!

RED: Not the straight A student talking 💀

WENDY: SHUT. UP.

WENDY: You can at LEAST turn it down enough to where I won't go DEAF

WENDY: Red. What. the fuck.

RED: Take a before death selfie with me

WENDY: Wh

WENDY: WHY

RED: Idk ur the closest lmao ♪

WENDY: Ughhh

WENDY: Why did I ever join your hype house?

RED: Lmaooo

RED: Big L

RED: L

RED: Big L

RED: Raito L Loser lmao

WENDY: I hope you get flung out of the wind shield and die

RED: 💀💀💀

WENDY: STOP SAYING SKULL EMOJI OH MY GOD, YOU'RE JUST LIKE CRAIG

RED: Sorry it's in our genes 😝😝😝

WENDY: NO IT FUCKING ISN'T

WENDY: CRINGE ISN'T FUCKING GENETIC

BEBE: Can you hoes SHUT UP

BEBE: I'm LITERALLY trying to listen to Barbie World but I can’t because y'all are SCREAMING

BEBE: Literally boutta hop over my seat and FIGHT Y'ALL

RED: Is the song on loop

BEBE: Yeah should be

RED: Just like

RED: Reset it or something 💀

BEBE: UGHHHHH

WENDY: I'M GOING TO SLAP YOU, BEBE

BEBE: DO IT

NICHOLE: Guys can we go ONE second without fighting each other??

NICHOLE: This is serious!

BEBE: Not as serious as this ASS WHOOPING Wendy's about to get

WENDY: OH NO YOU DINT-IT!

WENDY: Red, Hold my earrings

RED: OOOOH SHIT!! WORLDSTAR!!!

RED: Hey guys, it's Red, and welcome back to my channel~ NICHOLE: GUYS NO-

BEBE: COME HERE YOU BITCH

WENDY: FIGHT ME RIGHT NOW

NICHOLE: WATCH THE ROAD!!!

NICHOLE: RANDOM PEDESTRIAN!!!

RED: Extra points if they’re innocent! 😲

RED: Don't watch the road. this is really good content

NICHOLE: RED!!!

RED: WHAT?????

WENDY: Hold on

WENDY: What

WENDY: Is that

WENDY: Is that a twink in the road?

BEBE: What??

BEBE: Holy shit

RED: Ewww, wild queer

RED: Smh my head

NICHOLE: Guys, it's just Gary

NICHOLE: We should give him a ride

BEBE: Girl are you crazy?

BEBE: I don’t want the scent of computer in my car!

BEBE: That is SO not SLAY

NICHOLE: It's so cold out here! His hard drive’s gonna freeze!

BEBE: Good! Maybe he can finally stop going “I want chicken, I want liver, Meow Mix, Meow Mix, Please Deliver” over and over!

BEBE: LITERALLY why do you think we kicked him out of the Hype House?

NICHOLE: Just pull over…

BEBE: UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

BEBE: FIIIIIIIIIIIIINEEEEEEEE

BEBE: WHATEVERRRRRRR

WENDY: Heyyyyy

WENDY: Uhhhh

WENDY: Garyyyyy…

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RED: Ew, he’s advertising

RED: Let's bail

BEBE: Yeah, I agree

NICHOLE: No, we’re not leaving him

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GARY: I’m Gary, The Mormon who advertises!

RED: Shit, I think he’s broken

WENDY: Gary

WENDY: Why don’t you

WENDY: Get out of the cold…

WENDY: And into the trunk of Bebe's car?

GARY: Want a break from the ads? If you tap now to watch a short video, you’ll receive 30 minutes of free music.

GARY: I’m Gary the Mormon who Advertises!

BEBE: Biiiitch I think he's like, malfunctioning…

RED: Frfr

RED: It's creeping me out, tbh

NICHOLE: Why would you suggest he go in the trunk?

WENDY: So he doesn’t bother us with his weird ad shit!

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GARY: I’m Gary, The Mormon who advertises!

WENDY: We just…

WENDY: Put him in the trunk

WENDY: Tape his mouth shut

WENDY: And Boom, problem solved!

RED: I mean…

RED: I’m not against that

BEBE: Yeah

BEBE: Do any of you have, like, duct tape?

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To show the power of Flex Tape, I sawed this boat in half! And repaired it with only Flex Tape! Not only does Flex Tape’s powerful adhesive hold the boat together, but it creates a super strong water tight seal, so the inside is completely dry! Yee-doggy! Just cut, peel, stick and seal! Imagine everything you can do with the power of Flex Tape!

GARY: I'm Gary! The Mormon who advertises!

BEBE: Shut the fuck up, this is why we kicked you out of the Hype House!

RED: I think I have some tape here…

NICHOLE: Guys, no…

NICHOLE: We aren't putting him in the trunk, and we definitely aren't taping his mouth shut!

RED: This bitch crazy, frfr

BEBE: Yeah Nichole, do you want to hear him the whole car ride?

BEBE: The only thing worse than this is that there's no wifi

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GARY: I’m Gary! The Mormon who advertises!

RED: Yeah dead ass, I can't play any roblox out here 💀

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GARY: I’m Gary! The Mormon who advertises!

NICHOLE: Just…

NICHOLE: Just get in the car

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That's right, we'll f**k your wife! Because at Big Bill Hell's, you're f**k*d six ways from Sunday! Take a hike to Big Bill Hell's, home of challenge p***ng! That's right, challenge p***ng! How does it work? If you can piss six feet in the air straight up and not get wet, you get no down payment! Don't wait, don't delay, don't f**k with us, or we'll rip your nuts off! Only at Big Bill Hell's, the only dealer that tells you to f**k off! Hurry up, ***hole! This event ends the minute after you write us a check, and it better not bounce, or you're a dead motherf**ker! Go to hell! Big Bill Hell's Cars: Baltimore's filthiest and exclusive home of the meanest sons of bitches in the state of Maryland! Guaranteed!

GARY: I'm Gary! The Mormon who advertises!

NICHOLE: Uhm…

NICHOLE: You’re…

NICHOLE: You’re welcome???

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GARY: I’m Gary! The Mormon who advertises!

BEBE: O…. kayyyyyy

BEBE: Slay I guess?

RED: Nahhh, not the FNAF character talking 💀

WENDY: Just…

WENDY: Nobody….

WENDY: SAY

WENDY: Anything…

WENDY: ...

NICHOLE: ...

EVERYONE IN THE CAR: ….

BEBE: Nichole, this is all your fault

NICHOLE: WH???

(Edits and GIF done by @cattpup5 (mod Jello) )

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cabinofimagines · 4 months

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OKAY hear me out Grover introduces the concept of "Satyr Claus," a nature-inspired version of Santa Claus hehe

A/N: I have been summoned -Danny

Words: 615

Warnings: Mentions of drunk!Chiron

Satyr Claus —(Platonic!Grover xGN!Reader)

"There you are!" Grover approaches you with a big smile. "Been looking for you..."

"What's up?" You take a break from training and sit near the dummies making some room for Grover to sit with you.

"Thalia said you were looking to create some new traditions," he sits and pulls his satchel forward. "I've got an idea..."

"Oh, yeah but it was just for the Grace siblings..." your voice dies down when you see Grover pull out a whole notebook and a pen. He really has prepared a whole list for you.

"Okay, so I've been thinking," he starts excitedly. "Some of the traditions that humans have right now surrounding Christmas are so dangerous to the environment, I mean, the wasted food, the extra use of electricity, paper—don't even get me started on pine trees!"

"I won't," you mutter, supporting your chin on one hand. "So what do you have in mind?"

"Behold!" He turns a page and shows you a very well-made sketch, probably drawn by Annabeth. "Satyr Claus!"

You take a look at it and reply matter-of-factly. "That's Krampus."

Grover frowns. "No, it's not. 'Cause Satyr Claus isn't a bad guy."

"Okay, but they definitely look like Krampus."

"No, they don't!" He grabs the notebook and points at different parts of the drawing. "The horns are smaller, there is no ugly cape in sight, no whip, and this guy smells like pine tree!"

"Well, Krampus could smell that way too, you don't know that," you tease him.

"Y/N," he scowls. "I'm trying to do something good here, raise awareness so people stop being so careless about the waste."

You feel a little guilty now, so you grab the notebook again and change your tone to one of real interest.

"But what is the appeal here? I mean, is he going to give out presents if we look after the earth, or candy?"

"Haven't thought that far ahead, that's why I came to you," he pouts.

You're flattered that he's seeing you as an expert, but you sigh. "Honestly I'm completely blank here. You should ask Klaus, bet he's got thousands of lore that people have long forgotten about him."

"For the last time, I'm not Santa!" The boy jumps out of the tree in front of you fuming.

"Oh, there you are!" You smile. "What were you doing there? Is that a secret portal that takes you to the North Pole?"

He shows you the object in his hand and scowls. "I was hanging mistletoe."

Grover squints to try and spot the plant. "You're not actually going to let it sit there for too long, right? Mistletoe is bad for the trees."

"I know that," Klaus huffs, dusting off his jeans. "And no, I'm taking it down after Christmas, since y'all decided to be party poopers this year..."

"Hey, don't get frisky, Santa," you tease him. "Are you still upset about the trivia night?"

Klaus's eyes cloud with resentment. "That was a mean use of my skills and you know it."

Grover is still focused on the mistletoe, staring at it with his mouth slightly open. "Klaus, I don't think anyone's gonna be able to see that, you placed it too high."

"Then you fix it, Satyr Claus," the boy glares at him, his ears turning red with annoyance. "I need a drink..."

"We ran out of eggnog the other night," you inform him as he walks past you. "After Chiron got overexcited, drank his whole cabinet of special drinks, and started to give us his own version of drunk history."

"Dang it!" Klaus kicks a few dry leaves that fell when he jumped off the tree. "I hate it here."

#danny's writing #the christmas special #holidays 2023 #pjo fanfic #percy jackson #heroes of olympus

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sleepanonymous · 15 days

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Posting here for reasons! Ok so! To whom it may concern, idk! Call me a party pooper & an old head for this but all this "tummy" talk about III is rubbing me the wrong way. This isn't meant to make anyone feel bad at all! I come in peace!!! BUT! Y'all know the guys see a lot of what we talk about, right? I've seen it done about Vess as well before, concerning stretch marks. Can you imagine people posting zoomed in photos of your stretch marks or bloated tummy all over the Internet, and having full blown discourse about it? You'd be mortified! Would you say the same things about or to the Sleepy ladies...? Probably not. 🤔 Maybe I'm being a giant hypocrite. Sure. There's some nuance here and I know most of the comments usually come from a sweet & silly place because we love them SO sooo much!!❤️ And I am surely not immune to speaking on their physical appearance as well but never would I purposely say things that could make the guys possibly feel insecure or crappy under Instagram posts or whatever. These men have insecurities just like you and I. Yeah, it comes with the territory, blah blah blah, ect... But I'll tell you right now.... I can promise you, at least I feel I can speak on III.... He don't like it! lol So please show some respect in that matter. I guess my point is, if you care about the Sleepy dudes like I do, please pause before you say something that might make another human feel shitty about their body. We all struggle and you wouldn't like it if the tables were turned onto you. I truly come in peace! I love you all! 💖

Hello love 🖤 Sorry it took so long for me to get to this ask, by the time I got home from errands I had a migraine so I took a nap instead of getting online.

I don’t want to add too much to this post, since I think you’ve stated everything fairly clearly. I could easily fall into that hypocrite pile with you (I poke a lot of fun at the Eepy Guys, and even thirst over them, especially in more “private” online spaces like group chats/Discord). But even coming from good intentions, the comments could definitely be interpreted as malicious and hurtful. I’ve always struggled with body image/self esteem, so I think that’s why I reacted so negatively to that one nasty comment made about Vessel’s face.

One last thing to add, and not to scare anyone but just to add a little extra mindfulness to this ask: The band do 100% lurk and have burner accounts for online spaces. I’ve been told this by three different sources at this point, so I’m inclined to believe it.

P.S. I don’t mind being a mouthpiece for longer, more serious posts like this, especially if you DM me first 🖤

#anon asks #sleepanon answers

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doodle-cat-whats-that · 1 month

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Weirdcore AU/Possibly Backrooms AU? So we all know how party poopers are the less murdery ones and the party goers are hostile? Well Moondrop is not hostile at all if anything the poor boy is being manipulated to chase after you and Sundrop will be there to kill you. Sundrop is bloodthirsty and will act friendly and tell you not to turn off the lights. Moondrop will try to chase you down. his smile never leaving but his eye looks upon you with an apologetic look as he picks you up and turns on the light where you will be ripped apart by Sundrop.

PS. Yall can make a fanfic based off of this I wanna see what y'all come up with.

#sun and moon fnaf #weirdcore art #the backrooms #liminal aesthetic #uncanny art

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chibifox2002 · 7 months

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Third Time's the Charm

The two instances where Connie calls Dedede dad and the one time where he notices.

Also this might end up being written weird, but just bear with me as Tuesday took a lot outta me.

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First Time:

It was half a month since Connie was moved into the castle, and she was still nervous about almost everything. Practically by the King's side 24/7 when she wasn't in her room.

It was night time as Connie was walking down the halls in the oversized hand-me-downs from the king as pajamas, with a flashlight in one hand and her old sheep plushie in the other, trying to find the kitchen to get herself a snack due to her forgetting to eat dinner and not wanting to bother anyone by asking for a proper meal.

However, she was starting to consider going back to her room and just sleeping the hunger off as she was struggling to figure out which way the kitchen was. She still hasn't figured out the layout of the castle and its many halls.

As she walked past a big double-door, the bottom of her pants got caught under her foot causing her to trip and fall over. The flashlight clattering on the floor.

Instantly wanted to hide, she scrambled to grab her flashlight and whipped around to run and find her way back to her room. When she awkwardly bumped into a big figure.

"Oi, you alright Connie?!"

Connie adjusted her glasses and looked up to see who she bumped into, and there stood King Dedede in his pajamas with the light from his room making him more visible.

Upon realizing that she'd woken him up she immediately wished to bury her under her blankets and disintegrate.

"Whatcha doin' outta yer room dis late kiddo?" The King asked as he helped the doll girl to her feet.

Connie stuttered back, "I uh... I was h-hungry. But I was just about to go back to my room since I couldn't find the kitchen."

"Oh, well I can show you where it is!" Dedede exclaimed. "I woke up hungry anyways!"

"Oh!" Connie paused. "O-Okay!"

Once the king showed her where the kitchen was, and had helped her stock up on snacks with him, he led her back to her room, not wanting her to get lost again.

"Alrighty then! Now go enjoy yer snacks and get some shuteye ya hear! Goodnight Connie!"

Connie yawned, "Goodnight dad..."

...

Connie froze from what she said and whipped her head around so fast that her glasses nearly flew off her head. While holding her breath, and seeing that her doors were shut, she quietly opened one just enough to peek out to see if the king heard her. She let out the breath in relief when seeing that he was already halfway down the hall, and closed the door for the night.

Second Time:

Six months passed.

Connie was running and crying.

A group of kids from out of town were at Cappy Town and for some reason decided to take some rather aggressive energy out on her. They were throwing both insults and water balloons filled with some sort of sludge at her. And while it was rather creative to Connie, she really didn't want to be covered in that stuff anymore than she was.

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" Connie yelled back towards the bullies, but they only laughed in response.

"Aw c'mon bug eyes! We jus' wanna play with ya!"

"Yeah! C'mon! Don't be a party pooper curly fries!"

One of the bullies laughed before yelling out. "Yeah, you're a toy! Toys are supposed to love playing, so try and catch this!" And before Connie could process what they said, a sludge balloon had nailed her right on the dead center of the back of her head with a sickening smack. The force of the impact made her lose her footing as she fell down.

Connie was about to brace herself for the barrage of balloons that was sure to come, when she heard a familiar voice boom out with anger.

"HEY!!! JUS' WHAT DO Y'ALL PUNKS THINK YER DOING?!"

In a few moments, Dedede was in between Connie and the bullies, face flushed with anger.

"W-We were just playing around! She started it!"

"I did not!" Connie interjected as she stood up, tears going down her face as she hung onto the king's robe to steady herself. "I was minding my own business playing at the park, when you guys showed up and started throwing those sludge filled balloons at me!"

The bullies started calling Connie a liar as a last ditch attempt to save themselves, they were quickly silenced by King Dedede.

"Listen here ya brats, my Connie ain't nowhere close to a liar, and I jus' saw one o' y'all nail her in da back of da head with those balloons of yers..."

The bullies began backing up as the King took a step forward.

"NOW GET OUTTA HERE BEFORE I DRAG YA BY YER ANKLES BACK TO YER DISAPPOINTED PARENTS!!!"

Dedede was still yelling at the bullies as they ran off. So he couldn't hear the tiny, tired voice of Connie as she whispered.

"...Thank you dad..."

Third Time:

....

Dedede was shaking, with Connie in his arms.

She was just possessed by Dark Matter a few moments ago...

Kirby had just gotten the possession loving freak out of her and was now chasing him off into the stars. Dedede was looking at Connie's unconscious face, emotions mixing into a feeling of numbness as he continued to stare at her, watching her breathing.

Her hair was completely ruined too, her once fluffy and soft hair is now oily and slimy. Her adorable curls were completely flattened out which broke his heart.

He then noticed her face began to twitch slightly. Taking this as a sign of her waking up, he started to shake her a little bit.

"C-Connie...? H-Hun...?"

Connie's face continued to stir before she opened her eyes slightly.

"Connie, you okay sweetie pie...?" Dedede asked, tears streaming down his face.

Connie shifted in his arms, a quiet, pained groan leaving her mouth before speaking in a tired voice.

"...Dad...? Are you okay...? Where's Kirby...?"

Dedede froze at what she called him, but decided to not focus on that, since that didn't matter right now.

"I'm-" His voice cracked. "I'm fine, 'n' Kirby will be right back soon... He's busy wit' something."

Connie hummed, "Okay... I'm cold..."

"I'll bring ya to yer room and getcha into bed, alright?"

"... Okay..."

....

Later, in Connie's room, Connie was wrapped up in her multiple blankets, laying against her many plushies that surrounded her pillow, with Dedede sitting on a stool right next to her bed as his hand was placed on Connie's head, thumb stroking her forehead.

The room was silent.

Connie then spoke up. "King Dedede?"

"Yeah hun?"

"I didn't make you uncomfortable by calling you "Dad", did I?"

He thought about it before responding.

"No... Ya didn't sweetheart, don't worry 'bout it."

"...Okay..."

More silence...

"Dedede?"

"Yeah Connie?"

"Can I keep calling you dad?"

Dedede paused for a moment before responding.

"Only if you really want to..."

"I do..."

Dedede sniffed, wiping a tear from his eye.

"Well then I'm okay with that..."

.....

"I love you dad."

"I love you too kiddo."

#king dedede #kirby oc #connie dot #dededad #kirby series #krbay #kirby right back at ya #chibi's kirby au #chibi's attempt at writing

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flurry-of-beaus-pop-pop · 30 days

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Dear Greys Anatomy Writers,

I need two things -

1. Natalie Morales - let's go ahead and just make her a series regular next season. We need it. Plus if y'all bring Stefania back? That team could be magic

2. Let's just go ahead and have Amelia and Monica get together. Like... the tension is there. The smirks are there. The chase is there. The chemistry is there. Just give the viewers what they want and what the viewers want is Amelia HAPPY (with a hot girlfriend)

Sincerely,

Literally Everyone (except party poopers)

#grey's anatomy #amelia shepherd #monica beltran #do it

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fathermarty · 2 years

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I Don't Wanna Be Your Friend ✰ Cedric Diggory

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Pairing: Cedric Diggory x Fem!Reader

Requested Anonymously: "hello! I was wondering if you could do a Cedric diggory x female reader fluff (they’ve been best friends for years) where they are studying by the black lake or any lake and then they start getting playful and teasing each other, so they eventually play fight their way into the lake (maybe Cedric throws her in after many times of telling her to join him in the water) and start being playful again until they realize the position they’re in and stare at each other realizing that they could be something more than just friends and then a sweet kiss (he holds her face) ensues :) and they ask each other out! a song inspired this but I forgot which one so if you have a song that can go with this lmk haha!"

Warning(s):

So I don't know if this is the song you were thinking of, but I for sure thought of "i wanna be your girlfriend" by girl in red when reading this request. I really hope you like it, xx.

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─── · 。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"Cedric would you just sit down?!" You playfully yell at your best friend who went from skipping rocks to throwing random twigs into the lake.

"Buy y/n/n! I want to go swimming, go swimming with me?" The smile on his face knocks the breath right out of you. Your heart swells at anything this boy does, but when he smiles it unlocks something else inside of you.

"Ced, I am in my school robes. I don't want to go into the lake!" You return to looking at your book, not being able to concentrate on the words in front of you because Cedric is staring at you.

"C'mon y/n, I promise the Black Lake won't eat you!" He teases you with a lazy smirk planted on your face.

"I'm not worried about the lake eating me! It is cold, and we don't have any towels to dry off."

"You're a party pooper, I will go swim by myself." Cedric takes off in a sprint towards the water. You smile at his retreating figure, thinking you are off the hook.

Oh were you wrong, you didn't even hear Cedric approach you, but when your book went flying you saw the boy in front of you with a mischievous smirk.

"Cedric Diggory! If you touch me while you are sopping wet I will bloody kill you!" You say slowly but with a smirk.

"I would love to see you try dove." Cedric grabs both your hands to pull you up from the ground.

You are smiling but also trying to resist him pulling you into the lake. "Y/n stop fighting!"

"NEVER!" At this Cedric picks you up bridal style and takes off to the lake. You stop fighting and instead brace yourself for the inevitable surrounding of water.

When Cedric reaches the water he takes a few steps in, and then turns around and trust falls into the water with you secured in his arms. Both of you come up, but now you are sitting in his lap. You both laugh and realize you are closer than expected.

Cedric cradles your face to wipe the mascara running down your cheeks. The gesture is so small, but monumental when realizing you both are looking into each other's eyes, holding your breath.

"I don't wanna be your friend, I want to kiss your lips," Cedric whispers, still cradling your face gently.

"What are you waiting for?" That is all Cedric needed to hear before he brought your face to his connecting your lips. You wrap your hands around his neck to pull him closer, wanting to be as close as you could to him. The kiss was so soft and spoke more for both of you than you could ever express. It was love, you both knew it, you both could feel it from the other.

You pull away, "I wanna kiss you until I lose my breath." Cedric smiles and places his forehead against yours.

"Oh, y/n, I believe I have fallen for you so deeply."

"Good thing Ced, I have loved you forever."

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Cedric is a dreamboat, he's so soft and sweet. Ugh I love him.

How did this turn out? Good, bad? It's my first time writing for Cedric, so I hope y'all love it. My request are open!! <3

#cedric diggory #cedric diggory x reader #cedric diggory x female reader #cedric diggory x you #golden trio era #hufflepuff #harry potter fan club #hogwarts #slytherin #gryffinfor #ravenclaw

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babyharleezy · 2 years

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Nah cause now I want a fic based of the walk-in talkie shit 💀😭 with jack

jack and urban as roommates

(platonic jack harlow x urban wyatt x reader)

bloo's notes: okay so this is based off of the fact that jack and urban bought walkie talkies so they could communicate with each other instead of walking to each other's rooms. not sure how i feel about this one. anyway here's the link.

tag list: @creme-delacreme @blackenedsunflowers @creme-delacreme @harlowcomehome @sealpuptrash @wittyjasontodd @moody4world @thinkingaboutjharlow

"y'all are so fucking lazy" you scoffed at the two kentuckians standing in front of you. they were currently opening a box that consisted of three walkie talkies. "we got you one too" urban said excitedly. "why the hell would i need one when i have legs, so i can walk into your room at any given moment?" you question. "oh come on y/n stop being a party pooper" jack says as he rolls his eyes. urban hands you a walkie talkie and you snatch it out of his hands and tell them that you're going to take a nap.

a few hours passed by and the house was quiet...too quiet for your liking. you decided to get out of bed and go see what the boys were up to. before you could even get out of bed you heard the walkie talkie go off. jack's voice filled your room. "y/n i'm hungry" he whined. you picked up the walkie talkie, "okay what would you like me to do about it jackman" you sassed. "yooo i'm hungry too" urban yelled through the walkie talkie. "whatever, meet me in the kitchen in 5 seconds" you said before running downstairs. y'all ended up making french toast, well you made french toast because god knows these boys can't cook for shit.

the walkie talkie's actually came in handy and they were used on a regular basis. one night you were going downstairs to grab some water when you came across a spider. you immediately froze. you couldn't walk through the door because the spider was blocking your way and you were terrified of spiders. you slowly reached for the walkie talkie that was laying on your bed. "guys, we have a problem" you whispered. immediately jack responded, "what's wrong?" "spider" you breathed out. "urb that's all you man, i killed the last spider for her" jack said as he let out a soft chuckle. "alright i'm on my way y/n don't worry" urban groaned as he made his way to your bedroom to squash the bug. "thanks urb" you said, bringing him into a hug.

later in the night, jack used to walkie talkie to yell at urban. "urban, wake your ass up. why the hell are you snoring so loud". urban was a heavy sleeper and snored almost every night. you got used to it but jack didn't. you had woken to the sound of jack's voice, but urban didn't. "urban, man wake up bro. stop snoring so loud. people are trying to sleep too" jack said again. "huh, i'm not snoring" urban responded, in a groggy voice. "shut the fuck up" you grumbled into the walkie talkie. "okay grumpy damn" the boys said in unison. "huh, weren't you the one just- you know what forget it. good night" you managed to say before falling into a deep slumber once again.

the walkie talkie's ended up being lots of fun and very useful. 10/10 recommend.

#urban wyatt #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagine #urban wyatt imagine #jack harlow #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow x you #urban wyatt fic #urban wyatt concept #urban wyatt x reader

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beautifulpersonpeach · 1 year

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OMG BPP! I just heard (and counted) that there are 13 'set me free's when the song concludes!! I'm,,, what?! I mean, it must not be a coincidence, right? I'm so delulu right now, can't think straight. Oh,,,, Jimin,,,,,,,😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 P.S. Thanks for sharing your reaction with us. It's always a delight to hear your thoughts (and know that someone is definitely freaking out with me, barely alive)

Ask 2:

From magnum ice cream to universal music Brazil... everyone be tweeting about his solo.

Ask 3: I think the dichotomy between the autotune and his regular voice and the "fuck all your opps" being in quotes (its one of the two lines quoted in the lyrics) is meant to convey Jimin having a conversation with himself that's how I understood it and tbh that's highkey the only way to interpret it in a way that makes sense cus we not bout to switch up the meaning of an actual word just cus the internet people don't understand something

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Hi Anon(s),

Anon in ask 2, when I copy-pasted your ask the link pasted like that, I'm not sure if that works but I've linked it here too.

I went to count the "set me free" myself (because I usually check for myself whatever y'all tell me here) and by golly, you're right. There are nine 'set me free's in the chorus, four in the outro, and 13 in the final chorus + outro.

...

Hate to be the party-pooper here, but I feel it's coincidence Anon. Then again, Jimin is the same person who sings "All this is not coincidence." So who knows?

Anon in ask 3, thanks for sending in your thoughts too. I agree with you and have said more or less the same thing in previous posts. Frankly I think it's obvious how autotune is used as a narrative device and stylistic choice in the song. The only people missing it are those with an interest in 'missing' it. Or people who cannot tolerate autotune in any way, shape, or form. Sucks for them though because Jimin just dropped the song of the year.

Take breaks, stay moisturized and hydrated, treat yourself to something sweet, and stream Set Me Free Pt 2.

Aside, I feel the need to say this: I'm getting that rush again. That orgasmic, euphoric high when the tannies drop music designed to be perfectly wired to my wavelength. In terms of solo work, D2, JITB, Indigo, and On The Street all stimulated that rush in my head. I expected that from the rapline but to be honest, while I've liked a lot of Jimin's material (Black Swan, Dis-ease, Friends, Promise, Vibe, and you won't find a stronger defender of Christmas Love than my sobok sobok-loving ass), I've not experienced that rush with his music and I didn't expect to feel that rush with his material.

The minute I heard the autotune in Jimin's voice at the start of the song though, how it was used, the fact that right from the jump they make it impossible to miss or ignore, it's like something in my brain shifted. Jimin has blown out every doubt I ever had about him. He's exactly what I suspected is.

A freak.

And I feel a bit ashamed I had dimmer expectations to begin with. Don't get me wrong, I expected Jimin to bring the roof down and dominate, but I expected him to do that differently. Instead, Jimin has not just brought the roof down, he's obliterated the very ground the house was built on. He has quite literally ended k-pop in 2023. It is ended. We're all existing in the post-mortem universe of k-pop. Our dates now read B.J. and A.J. - Before Jimin and After Jimin. He has served all there is to serve by any man, woman, creature to ever exist in k-pop.

But thing is, I feel this way about Hobi most recently with his Vlive & OTS, Joon most recently in his El Pais interview & ig pics, and Yoongi most recently three minutes ago when my friend sent me this picture:

So I've been reflecting on BTS, on the fact that it is BTS who is at the very top of this unforgiving and cruel system, a status paid for by their blood, sweat, and tears, and that to have gotten to the top all seven of them were forged through fire in the process. It's comical when people comment about how BTS lacks in this or that area, because most times, it's simply not true. All seven members are extremely remarkable people. To be in a group like BTS requires nothing less. Jimin could only shine in a group like BTS, where there are members with similar intensity but distinct and dissimilar colours. And their solo projects fully highlight the value and magic they each bring to BTS.

It hit me today that I might not survive Jungkook's solo debut.

That's what I'm really saying here.

Taehyung too is going to do something very interesting, after all he is a BTS member, so I'm expecting him to shock and awe. But today I realized that Jungkook could also debut this year, and I really had to sit down and think about if I could handle it. We know Joon and Hobi are back in the studio so we might get even more music before they enlist. And then there's Yoongi's tour right after Jimin's promotions, and what if they tour together...

Just... there's so much going on. And I'm loving it.

Chapter 2 is incredible!

#I lowkey love how almost all my anons are still losing their shit about SMF Pt 2 #I feel y'all because honestly...#same #jimin #park jimin #bts #bangtan

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ticklish-n-stuff · 1 year

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Hm this seems odd but...a request for writing anything about Crazy:B in general? I think that their dynamic is so fun that I'd like to see what you come up with them! <33

Ghost hunting

Woo first time writing for Crazy:B, I hope this is an alright first attempt ^^

I feel unconfident about it but oh well lol

I read a story where HiMERU was looking for a ghost and decided to base this fic around that lol

Kohkohkoh~☆

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Rinne x Niki x HiMERU x Kohaku (interpret as you wish)

Lees: HiMERU, Kohaku

Lers: Rinne, Niki

Warnings: Tickles!

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"Hey! Hello! Hola! Konichiwa!" the redhead yelled, greeting his other fellow members.

"Ugh... what do you want Rinne?" asked Niki, already irritated by his antics.

"I heard that the COSPRO building is haunted by a ghost, wanna go check it out~!?".

"That's the stupidest thing you've said all day, and you say a lot of stupid shit!"

"...So is that a yes?".

Niki let out a groan "I'm not gonna waste my night on some childish activity!".

"Ugh what a party pooper... What about you Kohaku, whatd'ya say~?!" Rinne practically leaped over to the couch where Kohaku was seated.

"Ehh sorry but I agree with Niki..." he said while trying to ignore Rinne's gaze.

"Ugh, you're no fun!".

"HiMERU's interested in looking for this ghost" HiMERU interjected.

"See? Even MeruMeru agrees~!" but the other two only rolled their eyes at him. "Fine! I'll just let the dice decide then~ If it's odd we'll all go ghost hunting, but if it's even then I'll let y'all be" Rinne then threw his dice onto the nearby table. Lady luck seemed to be on his side today as the dice landed on an odd number. "That settles it! Let's go!!!" the redhead went over to the pinkette and swiftly hung him over his shoulder.

"GAH! RINNE PUT ME DOWN!!!" Kohaku screeched, kicking his legs out and slamming his fists against his back.

"Oof! C'mon guys, let's go before this kid goes feral, kyahaha~☆".

"You guys go on ahead. I'll stay here preparing a snack~" before Niki could even think on what to cook, Rinne grabbed him by the wrist, dragging him by force as if he were a dog on a leash. "Rinneeee! Let me goooo!" the chef whined out but of course Rinne didn't care. HiMERU then followed behind while Rinne carried a screeching Kohaku and a pouty Niki.

The four of them wandered the dark hallways of the COSPRO building, the only light coming from their phones. Kohaku and Niki complaining all the way, but Rinne was more than determined to keep on going.

Rinne held Niki back as the other two went on their merry way. "Oi Niki, I wanna prank those two. I bet their reactions will be priceless~!".

"Okay... and what does that have to do with me??".

"I want you to help me!".

"Mm... no thanks. Looking for this "ghost" is already bad enough".

"Hold on, I'll make it worth your while~".

"...I'm listening".

Rinne then proceeded to whisper his plan to Niki. Both chuckling all mischeviously.

On the other hand, Kohaku and HiMERU kept on wandering to the point they lost Rinne and Niki.

"Where did those two go??" Kohaku looked around with the limited light from his phone.

"HiMERU doesn't know where they could've gone. Maybe the ghost got them".

"Don't be stupid..." the pinkette bit his lip all nervously, clearly scared out of his mind.

After a while, Kohaku was surrounded by pure silence. "HiMERU, are you there??" he asked but there was no response. He gulped, standing frozen in place, hoping one of the others would show up eventually. What he wasn't expecting was a pair of hands grabbing at his sides. "GYAH!" he squealed, instantly collapsing to the ground from both fear and the ticklish sensation, but the hands did not relent. They kept squeezing and scribbling all along his sides.

"AHAHAHAHA! S-SOMEONE HEHEHELP!" poor Kohaku laughed all hysterically, trying to curl on himself, but the hands then went to scribble along his back. "NAHAHAHAHA! IHIHIT TICKLES!" he screeched out the obvious, trying to arch away from the offending hands. For a moment he was certain that the building was haunted by a tickly ghost, until said "ghost" spoke.

"Nahaha~ Rinne was right, you're reaction was priceless!" it was none other than Niki.

"N-Niki?! Why did you do that?!?!" Kohaku spat out, both relieved and yet angry.

"Welll Rinne promised to buy my groceries for the month if I helped prank you guys~ Now then, let this ghost feast on your laughter! Muahaha~!" he then proceeded to scribble along the shorter male's tummy.

"PFFT! AHAHAHAHA! N-NIKI NOHOAHAHAHA!" Kohaku tried kicking his legs out, purposely trying to hit Niki, but the latter managed to pin his legs down with ease.

"That's better~ Now, coochi coochi coo~" Niki teased as he wormed his fingers under Kohaku's shirt, tickling every inch of his bare tummy.

"WAHAHAHA! NAHAT THEHEHERE!" the pinkette squealed in ticklish glee, his eyes fully squeezed shut and his smile so big and bright it could light up the darkened room.

"Woow you're soooo ticklish~" Niki then wiggled his index finger inside his partner's navel, earning the bubbliest, child like laughter from him.

"GYAHAHAHA! N-NIKI PLEHEHEAHAHAHA!" Kohaku threw his head back, too busy laughing to properly talk. Not wanting to kill him, Niki cut him some slack and slowed his fingers to a stop. Kohaku instantly sucked in as much air as he could, clutching his tummy for dear life. "Ahahahaha...! Y-you're ahahawful...!" he spoke through leftover giggles, tears of mirth pricking the corners of his crinkled eyes.

"It was totally worth it for the free food~ Plus you're pretty cute when you laugh like that~" Niki playfully ruffled his hair, helping his partner up.

Kohaku pouted, a soft blush spreading across his cheeks "I'm just glad it was you and not some ghost...".

"Yeah don't believe whatever stupidity Rinne says" Niki chuckled at his own comment.

"By the way, where is he? And HiMERU?".

Before Niki could respond, they suddenly heard laughter coming from a nearby hallway. Looks like the "ghost" had struck again...

While Niki was messing with Kohaku, HiMERU found himself lost in the dark hallways of the COSPRO building. "Hmm... HiMERU seems to have gotten lost from the rest..." he said to himself, trying to look for any signs of the others, but alas he was completely alone in the dark. Suddenly, he heard a low chuckle from nearby. "Who's there??" he asked all nervously. "..."I" don't like this occult stuff...". He walked backwards until bumping into something... or someone...

"BOO!".

"GAH-!" HiMERU let out a strangled gasp as he felt a squeeze on his hips.

"Kyahaha~☆ Gotcha~!".

"R-Rinnehe?!" HiMERU chocked on a laugh, trying to keep his composure.

"That's my name~! Now do me a favor and laugh~" Rinne scribbled his tummy from behind.

"Pfft- N-nohoho...!" HiMERU slid down to the floor, trying to get away from Rinne's evil fingers, but he managed to easily follow him to the ground.

"Hmm where to tickle... I know! I'll let the dice decide~ If it's odd I'll go for your knees, if it's even I'll go for your thighs~" Rinne said as he pinned his legs down, soft huffs of nervous laughter escaping HiMERU. He rolled his dice and they landed on an even number "Thighs it is!".

"Wahait Rinne- GYAHAHAHAHAHA!" HiMERU threw his head back in uncontrollable laughter as Rinne squeezed his thighs repeatedly.

"Now that's better! Kyahaha~☆" the redhead showed no mercy on HiMERU's thighs, enjoying all the funny sounds that came from the usually composed idol.

"RINNE STAHAHAHAP!" the blue haired male screeched in laughter. Anyone walking nearby would've thought someone was getting murdered, unless getting murdered by tickles counts. Luckily for HiMERU, his saving grace came running by shortly after.

"Niki I found them!" he yelled back to his other partner, watching the scene in front of him unamused. "Geez Rinne cut him some slack".

"Pfft he's having fun, right MeruMeru~?".

"NAHAHAHAHAO!" HiMERU practically wheezed in laughter, tears streaming down his cheeks, he was THAT ticklish.

"Oh fine, I'll let you live this time" Rinne pouted as he got off his partner. HiMERU instantly gasping for air as if he had ran a marathon while Kohaku helped him up to his feet.

"I think that's enough ghost hunting for tonight..." said Kohaku, holding HiMERU back as Niki and Rinne wandered back to the dorms, Niki talking about whatever he was planning to cook. "...are you thinking what I'm thinking?".

"You mean... get revenge~?".

"Mmhm!" both Kohaku and HiMERU grinned mischeviously, plotting their revenge once they got back to their dorms. Looks like Niki and Rinne were getting a taste of their own medicine.

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I can't help but feel like this ended up being ass but maybe I only think that 'cause it's my first time writing for them. Either way, I hope you enjoy ^^ I had a lot of fun writing it~

#enstars #ensemble stars #tickle fic #enstars tickle #enstars tickle fic #ensemble stars tickle #ensemble stars tickle fic #rinne amagi #kohaku oukawa #niki shiina #himeru #lee!kohaku #lee!himeru #ler!rinne #ler!niki

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softlyapocalytpic · 11 months

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WIP Wednesday

This is a random bit that I wrote for a chapter that ended up being cut, although I'll probably rework it in somewhere.

Y'all can have it in the mean time! Tagged by @persephotea

Tagging: @sirmanmister and anyone else who wants to be tagged <3

Amy ran her tongue along the top of her teeth sweeping away the taste of iron. Yeah, it was pretty bad this time. In her mind, she could see the crystal clear image of her dad’s disappointed expression, the look that in her younger years would’ve had her apologizing in seconds. Unlucky for him, she had stopped giving a shit what everyone thought of her. Why should she anyway? It’s not like anyone gave a crap about her. So what if she and Butch punched each other’s shit in? What was the big deal? It was the delinquent and the misfit. Surely no one should care as long as they were the only ones who were getting hurt.

(That’s how they acted most of the time anyway.)

Butch was in the cell next to her, separated by bars. Keeping the two of them separated until their parents could come and give them a good talking to. Personally, Amy thought it was overkill, but whatever. Chief Hannon would sit and wait while her dad chewed her out, and once he was satisfied he'd sack her with community service. She wondered if she could convince him how badly she didn’t want to work in the diner and get put on dish duty. She could steal milkshakes that way. Ration free!

“The fuck you lookin’ so smug for? HUH nosebleed? Know something I don’t?”

Amy snorted and ignored him. Folded her arms behind her head and just pretended like he wasn’t even there. She really tried to ignore the spitball that came next, but it hurt. What was with the lungs on this guy?

She dug into her pocket and pulled the first thing she touched, lobbing it at his head. It met its mark and she relished in the way he yelped. She was still the baseball team’s best pitcher afterall, and their best hitter, even if they’d kicked her off.

Butch hissed and rubbed the red spot on his forehead, “Man, sometimes I wonder if you’re actually a girl. You sure as hell don’t throw like one.”

It wasn’t the first time she’d heard it, and she expected that it wouldn’t be the last. Eventually, when the insults stop getting creative and targeted they just stopped mattering. Right? She shrugged it off either way.

She stayed sitting up and said, “I dunno, I’ve seen Susie have a pretty good aim when she feels like it. She threw a hair dryer at me once from across the changing room. It only missed because I’d bent down to tie my shoe.”

“Who the hell throws a hairdryer?!”

“Susie Mack on a bad day, that’s who.”

He made a knowing face that told him he knew a thing or two about it, and asked, “Is that why you filled her locker with stink bombs?”

Amy shook her head and started kicking the back of the bench with her heel, “Nope, that was after she spread some nasty rumor about Amata. And no, before you ask, I’m not repeating it.”

“You’re no fun, Lockhart.”

“That’s me.” Amy the party pooper. Amy the wet towel. Amy the buzzkill. She kicked the back of the bench harder, “Hasn’t known a day of fun in her life. Will one day grow up to be a spinster lest she is cursed with marrying one of the freshmen brats.”

“Well shit I wouldn’t say that. Sure you can’t cook, but I’m sure a wild thing like you would be great in the sack-”

She pulled something else out of her pocket, an eraser this time, and flung it at his head. She missed. “I’m going to fucking kill you when we get out of here.”

#wip #wip wednesday #steelheart wip

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