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suzukiblu · 6 months

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NaNoWriMo fic, day one: obligatory sugar daddy Tim/sugar baby Kon AU.

Tim Drake had absolutely no intentions of ever becoming anyone's sugar daddy when he met Superboy.

This would have worked out better for him if Superboy had ever had an actual legal identity or an actual legal guardian or just . . . literally anything whatsoever in life. Ever. At all.

Just a bank account, even.

"You're working for Cadmus," Tim says slowly. "Cadmus, as in the lab that stole Superman's body and cloned him without his consent. Cadmus, which you had to break out of so they couldn't put mind control code words in your head."

"Yeah," Superboy replies like that's not literally insane. Tim stares at him.

"Why?" he asks incredulously.

"Food and shelter?" Superboy shrugs. "And I mean, I dunno, where else am I gonna go?"

Tim is not okay with this situation.

"What did Superman say?" he says.

"Just to like, keep an eye on things," Superboy says with another shrug. "Make sure they're not up to anything shifty."

Tim stares at him.

"Superman," he says. "Told you to just . . . 'keep an eye on' the dubiously ethical cloning lab. The specific dubiously ethical cloning lab that tried to put mind control code words in your head. Specifically."

"Yeah," Superboy confirms.

Alright, Tim is actually even less okay with this situation than he thought, apparently. Like, impressively less.

"Okay," he says. It is absolutely no kind of okay in any way whatsoever, of course, but he doesn't want to put Superboy on the defensive. That'd make effectively interrogating him a lot harder, for one thing. Cooperative subjects are best in these situations. "What are they paying you?"

"I mean, like, they gave me my own room and they're feeding me and whatever, so I don't really need much money," Superboy says. "There's a discretionary fund I can use if I need to go on an undercover mission or anything like that? But I'm not really the undercover type anyway."

"Sure," Tim says. So . . . no way for Superboy to save up to move out and get an out-of-lab life, then. Great. That's not fucked-up or crazy or horrible at all. "Do you like it there?"

"It's okay," Superboy says, shrugging again. "Better than literally everybody in Hawaii yelling at me every time they see my face, yeah?"

Tim wants to set the world on fire, but he's trying really hard not to go supervillain before he's thirty and he'd hate to throw out all that hard work.

"They just let me do whatever, mostly," Superboy adds. "They don't really care as long as I'm around when they need me."

He'll go supervillain as soon as Bruce dies, Tim promises himself. Just–he'll give his share of the eulogy at the funeral and then he'll blow up three-fourths of Arkham and the entire GCPD while Commissioner Gordon is on his lunch break. He can time that out, that'll be easy. And then he'll go and personally murder the Joker with the very specific combination of a rusty crowbar and a shrapnel bomb, and then he'll just . . . well, he'll just go with the flow from there, he figures. Do whatever feels natural.

Seriously, the world as it is does not deserve to exist. It really just does not.

Tim figures he can probably convince the rest of Young Justice to tag along for the whole supervillain thing and hopefully Dick and Steph and Barbara too, and ideally also Alfred, in the unfortunately likely event that he outlives Bruce. He's got time to lay the groundwork with them all and all, and also everything really is awful and horrible and really does deserve to burn.

"Are they sending you to school or anything? Or tutoring you?" Tim asks with what little scraps of hope he has left. Higher education would be . . . well, something, at least. And actually it probably wouldn't hurt for Superboy to learn a bit more about genetic engineering from the same place he got genetically engineered, just in case anything goes wrong with his DNA again. Cadmus should at least be good for that much, right?

"Ew, no, thank fuck," Superboy says, making a face. "Like I said, they mostly let me do whatever until something needs punched."

So . . . no furthered education or learning any usable job skills or making real money or literally anything that could, again, lead to Superboy ever getting any kind of an actual out-of-lab life established.

Great.

Just great.

"I see," Tim says.

"It's a pretty sweet gig, considering," Superboy says, and grins brightly at him. It's a very nice grin. Normally being faced with that particular grin would make Tim need to beat down the highly unprofessional urge to kiss it.

Right now, though, he's a little bit more concerned with the fact that his teammate is just . . . living in and working for a fucking lab. As a matter of course. Just as a thing.

And Superman of all people thinks that's . . . fine, for some reason? Like, normal and ethical and okay? Somehow? In some way?

What the actual fuck, Tim thinks to himself.

"You said Superman told you to keep an eye on things?" he asks.

"Yeah," Superboy says, his grin widening. "He took me to his fortress and asked me to do it there. Showed me around a bit, too."

"That sounds really interesting," Tim says, wondering in vague disbelief if that means Superman had never taken Superboy to the Fortress of Solitude before. He must've, right? And just . . . inexplicably not shown Superboy around then.

Yeah. Sure.

"It was awesome!" Superboy says with more enthusiasm than Tim's seen from him since they met Nina Dowd's . . . endowments, seemingly forgetting the need to be "cool" for long enough to lean forward in his seat and outright beam at him. Tim is gonna need a minute to recover from the sight of that expression, probably. "It's seriously freaking freezing up there, but there's so much cool shit in the place. Like, from all over the universe, but from Krypton, even! The only thing I'd ever seen from Krypton before was kryptonite!"

Tim considers moving up his supervillain timeline after all. Like. Just possibly. Just a little.

Maybe he can convince Bruce to take an early retirement off-planet and just go from there.

What the hell is wrong with Superman?

"Oh, wow, really?" Tim says, simultaneously pretending he didn't already know what Superman has in his fortress and trying not to be screamingly obvious about the internal calculations he's running on figuring out how to weaponize red sunlight. Or like, maybe he could look into learning some magic. That's technically an option. Probably more time-consuming and harder to hide the process of, though. Still, it's on the table.

"Yeah. He showed me some of it. Told me some stories and stuff, even," Superboy says, and that excited grin turns just a little bit shy and soft and somehow even more distracting than usual. He ducks his head just a little, and then that soft grin is more like a soft smile, and Tim suffers. "And I, uh–and he gave me something, too."

"What did he give you?" Tim asks, praying to God that the answer is "an emergency contact number" or "an allowance that can cover a semi-decent Metropolis apartment" or "an offer to live literally anywhere but Cadmus, including in the thirtieth century or on a hostile alien planet or inside an active volcano". He's technically an atheist, so the praying thing is probably moot, but times of desperation are times of desperation.

"A name," Superboy says, and his smile widens helplessly. "Like, you know, a real one."

Tim might hate Superman, he thinks. That might actually be a thing now.

Yeah, he's definitely going supervillain after Bruce dies and doesn't need an emotional support sidekick anymore. Better start stocking up on the kryptonite.

"That's great," he says with a very carefully not-forced smile of his own instead of anything more along the lines of "wait, you've been alive and active as a superhero for all this time and no one ever actually named you?!" Superboy would probably take it the wrong way, not in the least because that genuinely never actually occurred to him as being a thing before. Like–he really did just assume Superboy was keeping a lid on whatever his real name was for personal reasons or Superman reasons or something. "Are you allowed to tell me it, or is that a no-go?"

"Oh, yeah," Superboy says with a sheepish laugh, rubbing at his arm. "It's like, a Kryptonian name? Not like a secret identity one. It's, uh, Kon-El."

Of course it's not even a damn secret identity, Tim thinks in absolute frustration and abject loathing. Of course not! Why would it be?! Fuck forbid!

"I like it," he says, because he lies to Batman and therefore there is no fucking way that he's going to let Superboy–Kon–see any sign whatsoever of the metaphorical 9.9 on the Richter scale that is currently happening in his psyche. "It suits you."

"You think?" Kon grins all the wider. Tim can't even calm down enough to want to kiss him, except in the sense that he always wants to kiss him.

"I do," he says, and smiles at him again.

Kon smiles back.

Tim hates everything. All the things. There is nothing that Tim doesn't hate right now, except maybe Alfred's snickerdoodles because he might be having a nervous breakdown but he's not, like, criminally insane or whatever.

Yet.

"Yeah, it's kinda cool," Kon says, straightening up in his seat and then leaning back, clearing his throat and slipping his sunglasses back on like they're not in a literal cave right now. Tim doesn't call him on it, because he has a supervillain timeline to work out and that's much more important.

Also because the teammate he has an inadvisable crush on is in a much, much shittier situation than he ever realized and he has to reconcile that with his worldview and also his opinion of Superman. Tim doesn't especially idolize the man except in the sense of knowing he's one of the greatest heroes on Earth and a very, very good man that Bruce thinks incredibly highly of, one of the best men on the League and maybe even on the planet, but . . .

But if he's such a good man, then why the hell is Kon living in a lab that tried to mind-control him and why has he only just seen the Fortress of Solitude for the first time?

Why didn't he have a real name?

"So do we call you Kon or Kon-El now?" Tim asks, which is a bit of a senseless question but also at least a bit of a distraction. He wants to say this whole situation is a horrible idea, who the FUCK convinced you this situation was a good idea?!, but there is no possible way that Kon would respond well to that. Ever.

Also, Kon had a point. Where else is he gonna go?

Clearly not the Fortress of Solitude.

Seriously, would it be that hard for Superman to give him a room there? At least a place to stay sometimes, so he wasn't exclusively relying on the mind-control cloning lab for food and shelter and basic comforts?

"I think just Kon?" Kon says, frowning consideringly. "'El' is like Superman's last name, I guess? So I think just Kon."

"Makes sense," Tim says, internally seething. Superman gave him the "El" name but not a secret identity? A name from a dead civilization with a bit of sentimental value, maybe, but nothing usable on this planet? Fuck, you'd think Kon didn't already know his secre–

. . . Kon doesn't know Superman's secret identity, does he.

Tim had thought he was lying, when he'd said that stuff about Superman not having one, before. Thought it was supposed to be a cover or a misdirection or something. But Kon actually thinks that, doesn't he. And Superman has just . . . kept letting him think that.

Becoming a supervillain actually might be an underreaction, in retrospect.

"Just Kon sounds less formal anyway," Tim says instead of so just in theory, do you think tactile telekinesis could trigger a heart attack or stroke in a full-blooded Kryptonian, if you could REALLY concentrate on doing it? like not FATALLY, just dehabilitatingly?, because he still has some groundwork to do before they get that far into potential supervillainy. There's steps to the plan. The steps need to be followed. They're very important steps. "You don't want Bart full-naming you every time he's looking for the remote."

"Like he'd even bother, it's faster for him to turn the living room upside-down than actually ask anyway," Kon says with a laugh, dropping his head back on his neck. Tim has some thoughts about climbing into his lap and figuring out if the TTK makes him hickey-proof, and then buries them. Not appropriate. Not professional. Just not.

. . . technically, if Kon wanted a hickey, he could just let his TTK down and ask for–

Tim buries his thoughts deeper.

Much, much deeper.

"Point," he says. "So what time does Cadmus expect you back?"

"Dude, it's a job, not a boarding school," Kon says, giving him an amused look. "I don't have a curfew."

Tim, technically, hasn't followed his own curfew any way but accidentally once in his entire life, but for god's sake, is Cadmus even pretending to be raising a teenager or are they really just being that flagrant about ignoring all the child labor laws they so clearly do not give a fuck about? Like, there must be something illegal about this. There has to be.

If there's not, Tim will be adding "burn down Project Cadmus" to his list of supervillain plans to set up in advance. In red pen. Underlined.

Twice.

God, why is the world like this. Why are people like this?

"I guess that'd be convenient," Tim says, internally ranking various methods of combustion. "Though I guess it depends on the cafeteria hours, too."

"It's whatever, I can always eat later," Kon replies with a shrug. "I think I've still got a couple protein bars in my room anyway."

"Just protein bars?" Tim asks, mentally upping the amount of explosives he was considering going with. Cadmus is going to be a crater by the time he's done with it. "Don't you need more calories than that?"

". . . well, sort of," Kon says, folding his arms and looking very briefly embarrassed. "Superman doesn't have to eat, apparently, but, uh, guess I'm not Kryptonian enough for that. Actually I kinda need to eat more than normal humans, it's weird. Like. A lot more."

"I'm ordering pizza," Tim says, upping his mental explosives count again. "What do you want on it?"

"We're the only ones here," Kon says, looking puzzled.

"More pizza for us, then," Tim says.

#timkon #tim drake #kon el #conner kent #dc robin #superboy #young just us #young justice #long post #rinfic #wip: obligatory sugar baby Kon

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reallyromealone · 7 months

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Dazai with Kaeya male reader who is sexy as hell who always has a booba window and Dazai just puts his face in it as male reader scrolls his phone and runs his fingers through his hair

Absolutely omg

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Dazai stared lovingly at the handsome man that was the agencies money man, the one who took care of all finances and ordering anything they needed. He wore a suit that fit all the way and no tie, dress shirt buttoned down to reveal his pectorals and best of all?

He was dazais boyfriend.

He was so charming and handsome and hot--

God damn it, he was in love.

(Name) had a sway when he walked and his voice made him melt.

(Name) was talking with kunikida about orders and what was in the budget "currently I have set aside 8,356 dollars for extra medical supplies and put in for a new printer and the food delivery man will be here for the by weekly snacks" he said professionally and Dazai decided he wanted attention as he koalad around (name), face in the boob window. (Name) paid no mind as he played with his hair, continuing his conversation.

This was a normal occurrence, Dazai seeking comfort from (name) anywhere he could, during work, during lunch and especially at home.

He was laying on the couch, propped up as dazai lay on him without bandages "haha stole your ability" dazai mumbled sleepily and (name) simply played with his hair "thank god I have a personal heater to help with the cold~" he gently teased the brunette who in turn playfully motorboated the accountants chest.

"Love you..."

"Love you too my koala"

#x male reader #male reader #dazai x male reader #dazai x reader #bungou stray dogs x male reader #bungou stray dogs x reader

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diaryofaprettyprincess · 2 years

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Yandere!Eddie gets jealous and angry because Steve starts to baby bimbo!reader like he does. He can tell he likes her too. (:

please he'd get so mad!!!

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CW: possessive!eddie munson, yandere!eddie munson, bimbo!reader, power dynamic, jealousy, jealous!eddie, eddie and reader aren't dating yet, flirty!steve harrington, babying, mentions of stalker!eddie, crying (from reader), cursing (from reader), manipulation, toxic!eddie, slightly toxic!steve, steve harrington hate (from eddie) dw steve is one of my fav characters i love him sm <333, crybaby!reader (hints of), mentions of hickeys, hickey-giving, kissing (reader thinks that the kisses she shares with eddie are platonic.. even if she is in love with him or whatever screwed up version of love they have lol. eddie just takes adavantage of her..dumbness (lol sorry))

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basically all of hellfire club along with steve are at eddie's trailer celebrating their campaign being over. steve's only there because 1) he knew you would be wherever eddie was (and vice versa) and 2) he was dustin's ride home. so, he decided to stay.

everyone's just drinking either juice or alcohol and listening to some of eddie's metal music on his boombox, talking about the campaign, school, girls, eddie's band, or whatever. everyone's just relaxing.. well, mostly everyone.

eddie sees you sitting on steve 'the hair' harrington's lap.

steve's lap.

you're giggling and blushing at whatever the fuck he's saying and it's needless to say eddie is fuming.

you're his, for crying out loud!

sure, you two weren't official, and maybe you didn't quite know it....yet, but there were lots of things you didn't know. like basic things and the fact that eddie would watch you sleep and take pictures of you showering or.. pleasing yourself and then he would jack off to it later on in his bed, moaning your name while he holds a pair of your panties he stole from your laundry basket a long time ago up to his nose to finish himself off.

how he had a secret compartment in his closet filled with your things.. but it was only because he loved you! only because he knew what was best for you! and he knew that steve fucking harrington was not the one for you. eddie was.

he protected you and cherished you and loved you relentlessly. he bought you gifts because he liked seeing your face light up. he bought you things with all of the money he earned from selling weed instead of the things that he really needed. like food, for example. he would starve himself till the day he died if it meant seeing you happy.

happy because of him.

so when he saw steve harrington, hawkins' 'golden boy', spoon-feeding you ice cream from a plastic bowl and kissing your cheek and neck every fucking second (just like how eddie would feed you lunch everyday!), he was sure that he was going to fucking kill him.

but, he knew that if he did that he would be seperated from you, his one true love, and he could not have that! so, putting out the cigarette he was smoking on the coffee table's ashtray and getting up from his chair, he made his way over to you and steve.

he could hear steve mutter a soft, "good girl," and "you're such a pretty baby," everytime you swallowed the strawberry icecream.

that should be him.

it usually was.

how could you betray him like this?

you looked up from your spot on steve's lap, eyes wide and glimmering softly.

eddie's heart practically melted.

steve looked up, however his reaction was more so filled with distaste.

"eddie!" you squealed, reaching your hands up and making grabby hands to let eddie know you wanted to be picked up. usually, that made his heart swell, but instead he just held onto your hands with his own; his large hand engulfing yours. you pouted softly, slightly confused.

steve rolled his eyes, annoyed that eddie ruined his fun.

"what do you want, man?" steve asked, his hands still resting on your hips, drawing lazy circles with his thumbs.

eddie felt his body heat up with anger.

the fuck do you think, Hairball?

eddie smiled, cheshire cat-like. "oh, i just need to talk to y/n.."

"mm, sure you do," steve rolled his eyes, "but we're busy right now..isn't that right, baby?" he looked at you so sweetly it made your heart swell.

"y-yeah," you giggled.

eddie's smile dropped, his hands squeezing so tight with anger it began to crush yours. you yelped, pulling your hands away from his.

why are you doing this to him?

"owie! eddie that hurt!" you whined, and steve just pouted, cooing and kissing your knuckles softly. you blushed.

eddie felt like he was going to be sick.

"y/n." eddie said sternly, causing you to whip your head around and look at him, your bottom lip jutted out, tears forming in your eyes.

normally, eddie would feel bad for making you upset...but the anger took over.

"I need to talk to you...alone. in private."

you nodded, getting off of steve's lap as if you followed eddie around like a lapdog. which to be fair, you always did.

steve just scoffed, not at you, but at eddie's rudeness. he knew eddie was obsessed with you. when would you stop complying with whatever that metal-head wanted?

when would that.. freak get over you?

the answer: never.

you followed eddie to his room, sniffling softly.

was he mad at you?

once you make it to his room he slams the door, cornering you against his wall.

"what the fuck was that, y/n?" he spat, and you gazed up at him, confused.

"w-what was what, eds?" you asked softly, trembling at the fact that he was using your real name and not a cute little nickname like "princess", "sweetheart", "baby", or "bunny".

"God, do you have to be so fucking dense all the time?!" he lashed out, and that's when you started to cry.

"E-Eddie, i don' like it when you yell.."

Eddie just rolled his eyes, annoyed.

Again, if he had you crying (negatively) in any other situation he would be on his knees kissing your feet and begging for your forgiveness (which he has done before). But in this situation, he was more mad at steve than you and he unfortunately took most of his anger out on you.

"i wouldn't 've had to yell if you weren't out there all over steve fucking harrington! I mean.. what the fuck was that?"

he rubbed his eyes with his fingers, the silver of his rings glittering in the yellow lamp-light in his room, the pretty sparkly- look almost distracting you.

Almost.

"H-he was jus' feedin' me some ice cream!" you reason, fiddling with the bottom hem of your skirt.

"No, he was all over you! H-he was kissing you, and--and babying you!" he got up closer to you. "I'm the only one that can do that, baby, you know that.." You nodded softly, sniffling again.

He held your chin with this thumb, making sure you looked at him.

"I-I didn't wanna make you cry, but... baby, you drive me fucking insane! I mean--the things we do, y/n, they are things that only you and I can do... do you understand, baby? Hm?" he used his thumb then back of his hand to wipe off your fallen salty tears from your face.

"I-I understand, eddie.. didn' know! 'm sorry," you whimpered, and eddie smiled softly again, pulling you into a tight hug.

"It's okay, baby.. just- whenever you wanna be held or fed or whatever, come to me, sweetheart. okay?"

you nodded against his chest, and he kissed the top of your head.

pulling you away from his chest you mewled a soft, "kissie?" with your lips pouted. his heart skipped a beat, and he swore to God that he might die. And if he did die, he would go happy.

"'f course, baby," he sealed his lips over yours, kissing you for a moment or two and then passionately kissing you before pulling away. "you're my good girl, I love you so much." he admitted, and you giggled.

"I love you more, eds."

"impossible." he whispered, wiggling his fingers around on your waist to get you to laugh again.

However, what he said was true. It was impossible for you to love him more than he loved you.

"Now, I do believe we are expected to go back to the party at some point..Shall we?" he held his hand out and you took it, giggling more than ever.

For the rest of the night you sat on eddie's lap, snuggling into his neck and exchanging kisses with him.

He spoon fed you ice cream, and held the water bottle for you to help you drink.

He whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

He sucked on your neck and left hickey's on the supple skin.

Steve left early.

btw i didnt re-read it for any mistakes so ignore if there are any! thank you anon! <33

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rosiehrs · 1 year

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↳ ❝ FANWARS | 47. uh oh (written)

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you sat on your front porch, patiently waiting for yunjin to arrive. you knew the girl was still learning how to drive and you’ve heard stories from eunchae about ‘near-death experiences’ they’ve had from her driving. you were quite confident that you’d be a better driver, even without having a single driving lesson. 15 minutes had passed and you were still waiting for the american girl to show up, you felt your heart start to hurt from the lack of money you’d end up with after this outing - coming to terms with the fact that you’d probably have to buy everyone lunch. just as you were about to head back inside, a car pulled up in front of your house.

“get in!” yunjin greeted as she rolled her window down. she looked uneasy like she had just survived death. (which she did)

looking down to hide the grin on your face, you got into the passenger’s seat wordlessly. she turned her head to look at you and felt herself calm down, with that - she turned her head back to the road and started driving.

the ride was awkward and silent, neither of you knowing how to break the ice. yunjin felt disappointed with herself, why couldn’t she say anything to you? where did her confidence and charm go? on the other hand, you were enjoying how tense she was, you noticed the way her knuckles turned white as she gripped the steering wheel and how she gulped every time she stole a glance at you from the rearview mirror. you laughed softly as she cursed at the driver in front of her.

“you look good.” she finally spoke breathily, letting go of the breath she had been holding. looking out the window to hide the smile on your face, you replied, “thanks..” awkwardness took over the air and you decided you should probably help ease your driver. “you look good, too, asshat.”

blood rushed to her face as she heard your words, clearing her throat she muttered a quiet thanks.

“you know you never got back to me about that one night.” you started nonchalantly.

“what night?”

“the night you asked me if i liked yuna.”

yunjin’s ears perked up at the mention of your conversation. “i’m, uh- it was nothing.” you scoffed at the american, flicking her thigh. “you’re a shitty liar, i asked you what you meant and you just ignored me.”

“i don’t wanna talk about it.” yunjin hissed, stepping on the gas. “yeah, you never want to talk about anything.”

her eyebrows furrowed at your response, “what’s that supposed to mean?” she replied, sounding offended.

“it means you’re the reason our relationship hasn’t gone anywhere.”

with that, jennifer lost concentration on the road and lost grip of the steering wheel, “our what?!”

quickly, you placed your hands over hers, urging her to keep her hands on the wheel. “yunjin! eyes, hands and mind on the road, you fucking idiot!”

“well you can’t just spring that out on me and expect me not to react!”

“i didn’t mean that kind of relationship, you twat! i meant like a friendship!”

the shock you were both feeling had distracted you from the fact that your hands were still over hers. yunjin felt her face heat up as she briefly looked down at the wheel. “then be clear about it, you asshole.”

“my god, you’re insufferable.” you huffed, letting go of her hands and crossing your arms in your seat. “you know, you’re so lucky you’re attractive. i would’ve absolutely murdered you, but unfortunately i like looking at your face.”

jennifer choked on air hearing your words, “i- bro shut the fuck up. you’re not the one who’s supposed to be having rizz here. pretend i’m the one who said that.”

“you’re stupid.”

“and you’re weird.”

“no, you know what’s weird? driving with no music, who are you? even my grandpa listens to music while driving.”

“can you shut the fuck up? it’s so i don’t get distracted and die!”

“oh right, cause you don’t have a license. how could i ever forget? nice to meet you, by the way, rachel.”

“hey, at least i’m learning! i’m not the passenger princess here.”

the awkwardness was easily left behind as the both of you spent the whole ride arguing, neither of you forgetting to drop flirtatious comments every now and then.

you walked to the restaurant you all agreed to eat at (eunchae’s choice), giggling to yourselves after a silly comment yunjin made. as you walked in, eunchae’s ears perked up at the sound of your laughs.

“unnis, unnis, unnis!!! someone record this now! me! i’ll do it!” she excitedly spoke, taking her phone out and pressing record immediately. the rest of the group turned to eunchae’s point of view, understanding why the youngest was so happy.

“holy shit, me too - i need this.” yujin said before taking her phone out.

“oh em gee, they’re so cute!!” hanni happily commented, clapping her hands at the pair.

the two of you were still lost in your conversation and hadn’t see your friends’ table. “over here, lovebirds!” chaewon called out, catching your attention. you felt your face warm up and yunjin’s face evidently reddened. you made your way to them and sat down opposite each other without commenting on what she had just called you.

“unnis! you came together? how? when? why? what happened?” eunchae immediately interrogated, causing you to laugh. “ah, yunjin picked me up.”

“she drove here?!”

“she picked you up?!

“y/n, are you okay?! did you guys get here safely?! why didn’t you just call us?! i would’ve picked you guys up!” sakura worriedly went on, checking if you were injured and then scolding yunjin afterwards. “jennifer, you don’t have a license! you nearly crashed the last time you drove!”

“unni, i know. don’t worry! we’re fine and we’re here! see, i’m not so bad.”

“yeah, other than the time you nearly swerved into another lane and got us killed on the way here.”

“WHAT?!”

everyone watched happily as the two of you interacted well. eunchae couldn’t wipe the huge and adorable smile off her face as she watched the both of you talk and laugh. she never thought seeing the both of you would bring her so much joy, but at that point - she just wished you got married right then and there.

as you talked about something funny that happened with yujin and zuha - yunjin kept her eyes on you and found herself listening intently. her smile widened as you laughed at the memory of yujin making a fool of herself and yujin trying to defend herself saying it wasn’t as bad as you were making it seem.

she didn’t realise how much she loved seeing your smile or hearing your laugh - but now that she knew, it’s all she wanted to hear and see. she felt nothing but warmth in your presence and it gave her more of a reason to be around you.

after eating lunch, the group collectively decided to split up as everyone wanted different things for dessert. “y/n/n, what do you want?” zuha asked.

y/n was looking down at her phone, typing away. “huh? oh, i might go get cream puffs from that one place downstairs.”

“i want donuts, all my donuts girls rise!” eunchae said, bringing her fist up. the group laughed at manchae’s tactics and decided on the groups they’d go in.

“ah, i’m gonna make a quick stop before i get dessert. i’ll catch up with you guys though yeah?”

“sure, y/n. just update us, okay?” you smiled and nodded at sakura before walking off, head still looking down at your phone.

yunjin stared at you with curiosity, but thought not to question it.

yunjin and chaewon went down to get ice cream and the rest split off to get donuts.

chaewon and yunjin were bickering about something until they stopped by a clothing shop they were immediately intrigued by. yunjin was busy looking in the shop as chaewon stood outside. she looked out and saw you in the distance. “oh, there she is. what is she-”

her voice got caught in her throat as she saw another figure with you.

“is that-” then the next second, the person placed their hands on your cheek and connected your lips into a kiss.

“oh my god,” she turned around with the intention of dragging yunjin away before she could see, but she bumped into the girl standing behind her.

“yunjin,” she started apologetically. the said girl stood there, watching you with blank eyes. she blinked a few times before looking down at chaewon.

the warmth she said she felt around you had slowly begun to disperse, instead it was replaced with something colder, something grey.

“did, uh, should we go get that ice cream?”

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SUMMARY - yunjin (an army) and y/n (a blink) have fallen into the stereotype of not being able to get along, continuously starting fanwars- but only with each other..?

a/n - THE END WAS SO DRAMATIC FOR NO REASON, IM THROWING UP

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 1 year

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“It's fine if you want to take me or whatever just let me grab my stuff.” | Yandere Villain Deku

The villain stood in shocked silence as you moved about the little apartment packing away your things. He had been frequenting your place since he had arrived in (y/c) just a way to mess with your mind before ultimately burning the entire apartment building. But even after seeing him and his minions lounging around your room you just shrugged before going on with your life. The only time you ever spoke up outright was when one of his compatriots ate the last of your ice cream.

“You ate it all?”

You were more tired than normal not even giving the usual ‘I’m home’ before heading straight for the fridge. At that moment his minion walked out with an empty carton in hand with the remnants around his mouth. That was the first time you exhibited any ounce of violence before and while it certainly wasn’t anywhere near Deku’s methods, he still found it intriguing how easily you threatened him to get more ice cream or else you’d castrate him.

Since then everything you did enamored him, accepting money he most definitely stole to pay for meals. Even cook bigger meals when he supplied the means or indulging in your hobbies more often. Passionately gushing to him when he asked a simple question.

“Sorry about that, I usually don’t talk to a lot of people about the stuff I like…no one’s ever interested.”

The villain found himself fighting thoughts of you away as he demolished the top heroes of your country. ‘I wonder if they’d like a cake from this bakery, of course before I destroy it.’ And as the days dwindle closer to the date he planned to leave (y/c), he decided he would take you. He originally told his minions to let him go alone this time because he wanted this to be intimate. After all, it's the last time you two would ever be apart for so long! Armed with a single syringe of a sleeping dose, he expected you to refute, but of course you surprised him again and you willingly are packing your stuff. He’ll text his buddies to bring the airship (yes, he has one) even closer to move all your stuff.

“But this armoire has been through a lot with me!”

“I know Dolly but it's just too big…same goes for that potrait.”

“No but he’s my favorite character from–”

“It’s awfully rude of you to hold onto a slither of your past flings especially in front of your new husband!”

“Uuuugh fine I’m taking these posters then.”

You come so willingly Deku is on cloud 9 for the rest of the week you just moved right in when he stuck you in his fancy lair

The only time he ever saw any hesitation from you is when he dances along the line of your autonomy.

“Hey uh Izu?”

“Yes, Dollface?”

“Do you know where the knives are? I’m trying to make something for lunch.”

Hearing the underlying tones of frustration in your voice the villain abandoned his paperwork to properly handle this. You weren’t a secret powerhouse but your typical lack of response gave such an impression. Deserving his full attention he came up behind you holding you by your waist as you dug through various drawers and cabinets.

He was intent on handling this…fixation of yours. Call it a small experiment but he wanted to see how much he could have of you. How much he could get away with someone as agreeable as you. He wanted to own all of you and your will was something he would have had no qualms trampling but this was you. It was your will that intrigued him so much in the first place. So he decided he’d be lenient especially as your worried questioning dissolves into a scowl as he answers your question.

“I’ve taken all the knives away. Wouldn’t want you hurting yourself on something so sharp.”

A tingle of excitement came as you took up that threatening stance, glaring at him as you made your case.

“Too sharp!? I’ve been using knives for this long. I don't need you to get in the way.”

“In the way of what baby doll?”

He tries to simply ask but it comes out as mocking. He just couldn’t help it, you were so agreeable he always wondered what cute faces you’d make if you rebelled against him. It was almost worth instigating your first fight with him.

“Of my cooking. Of my food. I don’t really care about much else but this is mine.”

“...”

His jealousy spiked, for an activity no less. It made him want to withhold it from you even longer but your unwillingness to back down would make things harder for him. So he sighed, summoning some tears as he clutched onto you. Tucking his head into your neck as he whined.

“Awww but Baby I only want you to be safe! That’s why I brought you here, won't you trust me?”

“I’ll trust you when you trust me!”

“But I do trust you, Love. Won’t you indulge me a little.”

He tried to sweeten the offer by planting kisses on all of your exposed skin. Holding him away with a single hand you glared at him down.

“I’ll indulge you if you cut up the stuff I want with your dagger you like so much.”

He had to calm the demonic smile that threatened to stretch across his face. So eager, so final. Perhaps in another world you would have been the hero. He would live through a constant game of cat and mouse. But this was reality and he knew that he’d rather drink in your domestic agreeability before picking this fight with you. Letting you reach into his vest jacket before guiding his hand along he relished in your presence.

“Oh, (Y/n)-doll. Only you could do this to me! Just keep letting me in okay?! I doubt you’d like me if you didn’t.”

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yawntutsyip · 1 year

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shenanigans with the avatar kids:

warnings: cussing(?)

characters include: mostly Ao’nung and Lo’ak (mentions of Neteyam, Tsireya and Kiri)

this is my first time posting on here, ahaha 🧍‍♀️I hope you guys enjoy it. I just randomly came up with this in my head so it’s kinda random ig.

context: y’all are in high school, probably junior year.

Part two • masterlist

Getting in trouble with Ao’nung and Lo’ak:

Hey! Guys can you help me with the homework from Tuesday?” Lo’ak asked trying to get yours and Ao’nung who was sitting in front of you attention.

You both ignore him. You were busy texting Tsireya, Tsireya was ranting you about this girl in her class that she had to get partnered up with but she hates.

Ao’nung on the other hand was actually doing the work the teacher assigned because them basketball players gotta have good grades to play. (💪😨) plus his mom is scary asf.

“I know you two dumbasses can hear me, please helppppp. I’ll pay for lunch!” Lo’ak whines, again tries to get both y’all’s attention.

it’s the money he stole from Neteyam’s wallet this morning.

At this point you actually weren’t ignoring him but you were so invested in this gossip convo with Tsireya you had blocked out any surrounding sounds. (ppl with loud families would understand this lmao)

Lo’ak being fed up and tired he literally grabs his water bottle from his desk and chucks it at your head not giving a care if he hurt you or not.

With the gods on your side you lean over in time having to grab something out of your backpack and so the bottle ends up hitting Ao’nung in the back of his head.

Eyes widen you look at Lo’ak with a ‘WTF DID YOU JUST DO?!’ he’s like ‘BITCH WHAT DID I DO!?’

when you both look back at Ao’nung who looked mad asf. You immediately put your hands in surrender and point to Lo’ak

You ain’t about to feel that boy’s rath he’s evil, he got him mothers temper.

“Thanks a lot snitch- anyways this wouldn’t have happened it you guys would’ve payed attention when I was calling you. I need your guys help on Tuesday homework!”

“Lo’ak it’s literally Monday- that’s from last week…..”

“Oh…we’ll at least I’m still turning it in 😒”

“That’s your problem” Ao’nung says and grabs the water bottle and throws it back at Lo’ak which hit him in the face- like straight up smack in the forehead.

You cover your mouth as you were wheezing trying to hold back your laugh.

Lo’ak gets up and walks to Ao’nung grabbing his backpack, opening it going through every pocket and folder looking for the homework

“I know you have it in here”

Ao’nung is like “bro wtf give me my backpack do your own work”

Then now you have them playing tug-of-war with Ao’nung’s backpack.

They ended up pulling too hard and the bag rips open with everything flying out, papers, pencils, he’s probably got like 6 water bottles in his backpack. Idfk why, ask him not me-

The teacher gets mad- yells at them to clean everything up and go to the principals room.

At this point everyone’s eyes were on you three. How awkward 🧍‍♀️

You being the good friend you help clean up everything that fell putting it back in Ao’nungs backpack.

You smirk and wave bye 👋 😘 but then they both glare and then look at each other.

uh oh.

“Teacher, (Y/N) was on her phone this time. She wasn’t even doing the assignment.- Yeah she actually was the one who threw the water bottle” they both tattled on you.

You stand there mouth wide open, astonished. flabbergasted. shocked.

them bitches got you in trouble. The audacity.

Teacher is like “this so the 5th time that this has happened. go with them.”

So here you guys are now. In the principals office while the principal is not even surprised at this point, just deeply disappointed and tired.

Last week Lo’ak actually pulled the fire alarm so he could get out of a test. (Jake beat that boy’s ass ong)

Then there was the time (like just the other day tbh.) You were already having a bad day and that one bitch knew how to press your buttons and she finally set you off once she said something about Tsireya and Kiri.

You ain’t gonna let anyone talk bad about your girls. Ao’nung and Lo’ak + Neteyam all had to pull you off the girl.

Kiri and Tsireya were low key hyping you up to beat her ass

Neteyam is like “DON’T ENCOURAGE THIS BEHAVIOR?!?”

You did a pretty decent job on her, let’s just say she stopped bothering you, Tsireya and Kiri after that.

As for Ao’nung- well surprisingly he just gets in trouble because of you and Lo’ak making him mad or smth. Quote from him : I don’t start anything

For some reason if one of you get in trouble- it’s all your faults. “Well even if it wasn’t you who did it you should’ve been there to stop him” type stuff.

Principal is like “hey y’all who did it this time”

You and Ao’nung just sit and point at Lo’ak “it was him.”

This happened countless of times so Lo’ak already knows the drill

Lo’ak is pointing at himself as well

“Yeah yeah yeah It was me.”

#atwow #aonung x reader #atwow x reader #avatar the way of water #ao’nung x reader #atwow imagine #avatar x reader #lo’ak imagine #lo’ak x reader #☆ — ao’nung ˖˚⊹#☆ — lo’ak ˖˚⊹#☆ — modern au ˖˚⊹

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hrts4hanniehae · 4 months

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clutch || three

there are written parts :)

note that the timeline or educations may not add up but just ignore it because i don't have the brain power to sync up THIRTEEN + 1 's education schedules

also!!!! the story begins in the christmas period of 2022!!!! IF THERE ARE YEAR ERRORS IM SO SORRY!!!! i legit can't change it omfg

okay if we were being very honest, e/n was an attractive guy. well-liked by everyone, especially yn's parents -- mother. he had a good office job, loved the idea of starting a family and was rather... old-fashioned in his thoughts.

e/n had asked her out 2 years prior. she agreed because she was desperate to please her mother. but it wasn't as if she didn't like him. she did. just... not as much as she would have preferred. he was all those good things, but he didn't let her be free. he always talked her down when she brought up her art or passions. but he made her parents happy. so she suppressed it.

when he cheated on her, she didn't feel any sadness. not much resentment either. but when he stole her apartment from her, she lost her shit.

"what do you mean i can't take my apartment back? MY NAME IS ON THE LEASE!!"

"i did not sign that! that's a forged signature! how many times do i have to tell you, i have no recollection of EVER signing my apartment off to him! god why won't you even investigate the signature!"

not only did she have to deal with this bastard's theft, but now she had to deal with him at work too.

"do you know where's the bathroom?" (random museum goer)

she kindly pointed her in the direction of the nearest bathroom.

"oh yn! I didn't know you worked here." - e/n

"hi e/n. what do you need. and where's your side chick." - yn

"she went to the bathroom. i wanted to see you." - e/n

"when the fuck are you going to leave me alone? you already stole my house. what else do you want?" - yn

"yn, you're being ridiculous. just come back to me. i'll ditch her for you. i just wanted to try someone new. you're not exactly a... fun partner you know? fun in that way." - e/n

"leave me alone. i already have a new apartment. just please. i don't fucking like you anymore. just leave me alone. stop harassing me, okay? your idiotic excuses and reasonings don't make ANY sense at all. just go." - yn

"so why haven't you told your mom about our breakup? hm? do you really not like me anymore?" - e/n

"i've told you time and time again. i don't talk to my mother. at all. if you care so much, just tell her yourself. why we broke up. hm? or do you want me to get byeongho to tell her. because I will. i'm not telling her because i'm trying to help you save face. if i tell her, your father will know. and he will not be happy. i'm trying to do one nice thing for you despite you fucking another girl in OUR BED." - yn

and just like a saviour, minghao was running up to her.

"yn, your boss told me to look for you about managing my exhibit. oh. hi e/n. get lost, thanks." - minghao

"mind your own business, [redacted slur]" - e/n

security kicks him out.

"thanks, hao. my day has been ruined because of him." - yn

"i'll buy you lunch? i don't think you've had lunch yet." - minghao

"thanks but i'm good. i don't usually have lunch anyways. i'm going to head home. my shift is over." - yn

"did wonwoo tell you our friend was staying over at your place today?" - minghao

"huh. who? he didn't tell me." - yn

i guess he forgot - minghao

"lee chan, or dino. the soloist. so don't be too shocked if you see him walking around." - minghao

"right. i'll see you tomorrow for lunch, minghao. go hang out with jun." - yn

"he's filming a movie right now. how am i supposed to go see him?" - minghao

"figure it out!" - yn

she forgot about dino and walked into the bathroom not knowing he would be there. luckily, he was half-clothed.

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

synopsis: wonwoo is a popular streamer known for his incredible gaming skills and good looks. He turned heads. but he hates the attention. he just wants to play games and earn money. one day he receives a letter. his apartment’s rent has almost doubled. no warnings at all. his current paycheck from streaming can’t shoulder those bills. he has no choice but to rent out his spare room. to who? a fresh art university graduate who has… 1. a stable job ✅ 2. talent for art and sculpting ✅ 3. many friends ❌ 4. social anxiety ✅ 5. no filter ✅ when his iconic cat logo gets copystriked, she comes to the rescue with a new logo for him. when his apartment’s walls start peeling, she fixes it. whatever he used to struggle with… the empty space... was now filled by her. so what does he *last player standing* do when her ex *enemy spotted* tries to take her back? heh. *clutch* he clutches.

inspired by wonwoo's gam3bo1 streams, falling into your smile & gogo squid (has hints of valorant)

pairing: streamer!jeon wonwoo x fem!artist!reader (ft. jeongcheol, soonhoon, junhao, seoksoo, verkwan)

genre: fluff, comfort, slowburn, comfort, pining, bestfriend!minghao

warnings: stalker ex, toxic ex, mentions of abuse, guns (game), cursing, hate comments, panic attacks

started: 28.12.23

ended: ?

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snootysnoots · 7 months

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-That's A Pretty Big Knife You Got There, Want To Put It Somewhere?-

General dating HC's with Micheal Myers

A/n: Happy Friday the 13th! Just ignore the fact I haven't posted in a month, senior year is wild. Also, I would have added Jason but I haven't seen the Friday 13th movie series...I will tonight but I'll probably be too tired to write anything, so have another slasher daddy. Also, thank my beloved sister @88baker for the ideas.

Warning: It's Micheal Myers, slightly NSFW, but nothing to big, and no proofreader, I have Grammarly and God by my side, both making sure I don't fuck up and if I do...Well, I'll go speak to God personally about it.

Micheal Myers

You both probably meet in an awkward way. He's covered in blood a few inches away from stabbing you and you're here...vibing. It was love at first sight...It only took a while for it to take effect, but it happened and now you have a murderous boyfriend. Yay.

Dating Micheal is a rollercoaster, it's a new experience for him. He also doesn't have the best interpretation of romance, so it's gonna be challenging. But he does his best to show you he cares and loves you in his own way.

Micheal will most definitely steal from his victims for you. You need money, ok, here's a victim's wallet. You need some ingredients for lunch, ok, here's some ingredients from their pantry. He also steals some of their finer things, such as jewelry, clothing, stuffed animals (if you're into that), and flowers. Flowers are rare for him to steal though, he normally just picks them off from the ground. He does it all to please you.

Micheal does cook or clean, so you have to do that. Micheal could learn, but he prefers your cooking and likes the way you clean. As I stated in the last bullet point, he definitely steals ingredients for you. Give him a grocery list and he'll make sure to check off every box. He likes to watch you cook to, especially when you're going to use a knife. He gets heart eyes.

If you ever asked Micheal to eliminate anyone, he'll do it. But he gets turned on by the idea of you covered in blood. He won't take you out to murder with him, no, he'll bring the victim to you. He'll restrain them from moving and just watch you as you stab the victim, mesmerized by it all.

Micheal doesn’t know how to revive affection, he’s been alone for most of his life so affection doesn’t come easy to him. He starts small, touching your shoulder, moving that one piece of hair from your face and putting it behind your ear. He slowly works he’s way to bigger physical touch, holding your hand, hugging you, kissing your forehead. He enjoys being held by you, makes him feel safe and it shows how much he trust you. He also enjoys it the other way, knowing you’re safe in his arms brings him joy.

For obvious reasons, Micheal can't take you out. But he tries to make up for that. Either having a movie night or dinner indoors. Unless you want to be a risk-taker and take him outside anyway, then he'll put on a disguise (he murdered a man and stole his outfit). And he won't leave your side the entire time, he's glued on you. Arms over your shoulder, arms on your waist, holding your hand. He's surprisingly affectionate in public. Probably since this is the only time he gets to show the world that you're his, in his own little way.

#michael myers x reader #michael myers x y/n #slashers x reader #slashers x y/n #Thanks to my sister for the ideas

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TBOSAS on Crack short take (63)

*What are the Hungers Games for?* Read [this] first.

Sejanus: My love, my Snow Angel, wake up~. It’s almost lunchtime.

Coryo: *is half asleep* Five more minutes, Babe.😴

Sejanus: Ok! Anything for my pretty Snow Bae~.😍

Clemensia: Ugh. You’re so bad at this, Plinth.

Sejanus: Bad at what?

Clemensia: Watch and learn, lover boy. *grabs Coryo’s shoulders and shakes him like a rag doll* Wake the f*ck up, Snowy! Wake up! The school is giving away free food and money!

Coryo: *wakes up* Free food?! Free money?! Where?!

Clemensia: I lied.

Coryo: Clemmie, you’re cruel.

Clemensia: I’m normal.

Coryo: Doubt-

Clemensia: Snowy, be a dear and wake our professional dumpster diver, will you?☺️

Coryo: Fine. *turns to Festus* Bestie, Pup and Percy Price are playing Patty Cake without you again.

Festus: *immediately wakes up* Pup, you lying traitor!

Livia: Pup is not even here, you idiot.

Festus: Then where is he?!

Livia: I don’t know-

Felix: He’s currently hiding from the lunch lady again.

Festus: Lol. Did he “borrow” her hairnet again?

Felix: Worse.😔 He stole her golden spatula in the name of research.

Festus: *gets up and salutes* May the odds be ever in our brother’s favor.🫡

Felix: *salutes back* So be it.

Coryo: So be it. I’m hungry. Let’s go, Babe.

Sejanus: Yey! Hold my hand, my love-

Dr.Gaul: *blocks the exit door* Children, sit down.

Coryo: But it’s lunchtime-

Dr.Gaul: Sit.

Coryo: But I’m hungry.

Dr.Gaul: Starve.

Vipsania: *gasps* She said a forbidden word! She said a forbidden word!

Coryo: The audacity!

Livia: Dr. Gaul, can I leave? I have to fix my makeup real quick.

Dr.Gaul: Sure. Go ahead, girl.

Livia: Bye, losers! *walks out*

Urban: Yo, that ain’t fair, Doc!

Dr.Gaul: It’s Dr. Gaul to you, Mr. Canville. Besides, Mama Cardew is a monster.

Sejanus: You’re a monster!

Dr.Gaul: What are you gonna do about it, boy?

Sejanus: I will cry!

Dr.Gaul: That’s what I thought.

Persephone: That is still a form of favoritism, Dr. Gaul.

Dr.Gaul: Says the nepo cannibal.

Persephone: *starts crying* That was one time! One time!😭

Lysistrata: Dr. Gaul, that was uncalled for-

Dr.Gaul: Do you want Mama Cardew to burn our economy to the ground?

Lysistrata: No-

Dr.Gaul: Then shut your useless mouths before I shut them for you!

Persephone: Festus, Baby, hug me!😭

Festus: *hugs Percy and comforts her* There, there, Percy Price. Dr. Gaul is just a hallucination. She ain’t real. She’s just a bad dream.

Iphigenia: *raises hand* Dr. Gaul.

Dr.Gaul: Yes, pet?

Iphigenia: Can I fix my makeup too?

Dr.Gaul: No.

Felix: Wow. ✨Cardew Nepotism✨ really does work like a charm.

Coryo: Eh. ✨Cardew Nepotism✨ sucks. It only works on crazy people with real power.

Sejanus: I wish my nepotism is as good as hers.😞

Coryo: Don’t be too sad, my love. Our ✨Plinth-Snow Dynasty✨ will rule them all someday.

Sejanus: Along with our 24 gorgeous children?🥺

Coryo: Whatever you say, Babe.

Sejanus: 24 and more children?

Coryo: *sighs* 24 and more.

Sejanus: Coryo, Kiss.😘

Coryo: Sure-

Dr.Gaul: Not in front of me and my pit bull rabbit, you fools!

Coryo: Then let us go! I’m starving! I need to eat my pecan pie without looking at you!

Apollo: Yo, I have to buy a new bottle of glue.

Vipsania: Can somebody help me find my other shoe?

Persephone: I want my precious meat stew!😭

Dennis: I have an illegal business to attend to!

Diana: Does anyone have a new copy of ✨Me Before Hugh✨?🥺

Hilarius: I want to buy expensive shampoo-

Felix: Not now, Hilari!

Festus: Let us go! Let us go! Let us go-

Dr.Gaul: No! Nobody is leaving this classroom without answering the most important question of the day!

Lysistrata: The most important question?

Io: What is love?😀

Dr.Gaul: Ms. Jasper.

Io: Yes?

Dr.Gaul: Go cry in the corner before I give you and your parents another demerit.

Io: Ok.😞

Urban: So what’s the question?

Dr.Gaul: I’m so glad you asked, Mr. Turban.

Urban: It’s Urban-

Dr.Gaul: Tell me, children, what are the Hunger Games for?

Urban: I’m too angry to answer that stupid question-

Clemensia: To commemorate the war!

Dr.Gaul: Good. What else?

Diana: To commemorate the fallen heroes?

Dr.Gaul: Lame.

Dennis: To punish the rebels?

Dr.Gaul: Boring.

Felix: To punish those who stole my granduncle’s last bits of sanity!

Dr.Gaul: Lol. Nice try, brat. President Ravinstill was already crazy from the start.

Felix: But-

Dr.Gaul: He was born crazy and he will die crazy.

Felix: That’s kinda rude-

Dr.Gaul: Next!

Juno: To remind the Districts that we can be evil and ✨fabulous✨ at the same time!

Dr.Gaul: You’re not wrong, but-

Sejanus: To commemorate how cruel the Capitol is!

Dr.Gaul: Lol. Is that all?

Coryo: To Commemorate Drunk Dean Highbottom’s loser ass loser life!

Dr.Gaul: Correct- No! Not correct!

Coryo: To commemorate how angry and hungry I am right now!

Dr.Gaul: That’s still wrong-

Coryo: Let me go! I’m hungry! I need to eat my f*ckin’ pecan pie before I go feral!

Dr.Gaul: Mr. Snow-

Coryo: *is now in “feral” mode*

Sejanus: Not again-

Coryo: *is now acting like a feral wet cat* My pecan pie!

Sejanus: Babe, calm down-

Coryo: *hisses like a cat, shoves Dr. Gaul to the side, and quickly runs away* Bye, b*tch!

Lysistrata: Why is Coryo running like a skinny cat on crack?!

Sejanus: Festus, get the ropes! My poor darling lost his mind again!😭

Lysistrata: Again?!

Festus: Yeah. Poor Snowy goes full “feral” if he doesn’t eat something before lunchtime.

Hilarius: That’s wild, bro.

Festus: That’s just his weird irreversible war trauma working overtime.

Sejanus: It gets even worse if you don’t feed him his daily cabbage.😞

Hilarius: Well, that’s sad.

Clemensia: Felix.

Felix: Yes, Clemmie?

Clemensia: Are you 100 percent sure that our “prestigious” school is not secretly a mental asylum for the rich and Coryo?

Felix: I hope not.

Lysistrata: Weewoo.

Felix: I really hope not.

Pup: *comes out of nowhere holding a golden spatula* But seriously, what are the Hunger Games for?

Dr.Gaul: F*ck them kids.

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theautisticjedi · 4 months

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Mike and Abby headcanons because my brain can't function normally now that I know Mike raised her

He picked out her name, as his mother was unresponsive to the nurse when trying to fill out the birth certificate. He chose Abigail (Abby) because it was the name of the protagonist of his and Garrett's favorite book series.

He put Abby's crib in his room after the first week she was home so he could reach her faster when she woke up

He broke down crying one night when no matter what he did, she wouldn't stop crying. He held her and they cried together, until both fell asleep

He stole his parents' credit card to buy essentials for her (diapers, formula, clothes)

He got a job mowing lawns to buy her essentials in case his parents ever noticed he was stealing their card (they never did)

He hated going to school because he was terrified of something happening to her when he was away

He would come home during lunch to check in on her

When she got a fever for the first time, he nearly called 911 in a panic

She loved peek-a-boo and they'd play it for HOURS

Her first word was 'Mike', and Mike cried afterwards

He got her into art when he bought finger paints for her and they painted together

He would take her to the public library on weekends so they could get out of the house, he spent hours reading to her

Abby loves snow, so whenever it snowed they make snowmen, snow angels, and build forts.

He cried when dropping her off to her first day of kindergarten

He put her hair in two braids everyday for school, it's the only style he knew how to do

She first asks about Garrett when she's five, and he tells her that he was their brother who died before she was born. She asks if Garrett would have liked her. Mike tearfully says 'Yes'

For his nineteenth birthday, she buys him ice cream with her tooth fairy money (all three dollars). Mike tries to refuse it, but she won't let him. They end up sharing it after he tells her he couldn't possibly finish it all himself.

Aunt Jane tries to bribe Abby with dolls and nice clothing to convince Abby to live with her instead. Abby is excited but when she finds out she only gets it if she leaves Mike, she refuses

Abby hates thunderstorms (too loud), so whenever there is one, Mike let's her sleep in bed with him. It's the only time he doesn't have dreams about the camping trip

When Abby got into her first fight at school (she was being bullied and she decided to fight back), Mike takes her side. When they get home, he shows her how to properly throw a punch so she doesn't hurt her fingers as much.

She asks Mike for a cat or dog, and he tells her they can't afford one, but promises he'll get her one someday

He keeps every drawing she gives him, they either go out on display on the fridge or walls, or they go into a box in his room.

As she got older, they started to butt heads a lot more. Mike remembers how he used to be with his parents before Garrett got taken and thinks it's the universe punishing him.

Her school has a father-daughter dance and Mike offers to take her. They have a great time, it's one of the best nights of their lives.

She cut her own hair when she was eight and didn't do a very good job. Mike thankfully managed to fix it and make it even.

He tried to get her involved in sports or dance, but she never wanted to do it. He's secretly thankfully since it can get expensive.

He never, ever blamed her for the shitty situation his life had become. She's the only bright spot in his life

#anyway i love the schmidt siblings if it wasnt clear #fnaf #fnaf movie #mike schmidt #abby schmidt #fnaf headcanons #five nights at freddy's #garrett schmidt

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seokmthw · 8 months

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happy birthday, idiot | kim gyuvin

⇢ pairing: gyuvin x reader

⇢ warnings: fluff, kinda enemies to lovers?, mutual crushes

⇢ word count: 668

⇢ note: happy birthday to this silly boy, and thank you to the lovely @zerobaselove for this idea. wishing gyuvin nothing but the best on his special day today <3

you sighed, glancing down at the slice of cake in your hand, it’s stupid blue icing and piped white border causing you to rethink your entire decision of even purchasing it – all he did was pester you and make it impossible to get anything done at work. you couldn’t stand him, really, so what possessed you to even consider buying him a piece of cake for his birthday, let alone spend your hard earned money on it? you weren’t entirely sure, yet there you were with it anyway.

shaking your head, you exited the elevator upon it’s ‘ding!’ and onto the floor of your office, your bag slightly slipping off of your shoulder and your grip on the cake plate weakening almost too much. thankfully, you were able to save it, aggressively adjusting your bag with a heave of your breath. it was all his fault your lunch break ended terribly and you were now almost 15 minutes late returning to your shift.

you quickly scanned your id badge and entered into the bustling office, many people standing in their friend groups and fully wrapping up their lunches. thank god your supervisor was lenient, you thought to yourself as you shuffled over to your desk, plopping down the piece of cake on his before you fully sat down. you pretended not to see the confused expression painted across his face, and instead logged back into your computer to finish up a report that was due by the end of the day.

“oh y/n~” there his voice was, in it’s annoying, sing-song tone, “you remembered?”

“pft, no. i just stole it,” you retorted, rolling your eyes at his antics. you knew this was going to happen and you knew you had that report to get done, so why on earth would you enable him? you were still searching for the answer and couldn’t come up with anything in your head, so you decided to simply press your lips into a line and zone in on your work.

a quiet chuckle erupted past his lips as he popped the plastic covering off of the container, rather loudly at that, and dug into his cake. he remained quiet, and for a brief moment you thought you were out of the woods, but this was kim gyuvin and he never understood the definition of silence. especially around you.

“i can’t believe you got me a gift,” he mused, annoyingly licking his fork clean after every single bite of the cake he took, “and in my favorite color!”

you shifted your eyes in his direction, suppressing a loud laugh at the look of the way the blue icing was staining his entire mouth. maybe this was a good idea, especially considering he had a meeting he needed to attend within the next half an hour. finally, you told him, “don’t get too ahead of yourself.”

“this cake says otherwise!” he exclaimed, a smug grin tugging at the corners of his mouth, eyes dead set on you to better gauge your reaction in an attempt to prove himself right.

you huffed quietly, this time being the one with the mischievous grin, “yeah yeah, whatever. you have icing all over your face, idiot, might want to get that cleaned up before your meeting.”

gyuvin’s eyes grew as wide as saucers in bewilderment, his fingers hurriedly swiping on his phone to open up his camera and see the damage for himself. his jaw fell slack in shock, his expression a mixture of many different emotions, “damn it, y/n, why would you do this to me?”

“nobody ever said you had to eat it now.”

“i’ll get you back for this, mark my words,” he fired. sure, gyuvin was annoying, and sure getting back at him after all of the grief he’s put you through was satisfying, but instead of retaliating back a second time, you just let him have the last word.

besides, it was his birthday, maybe you could cut him some slack.

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