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k3rm1e · 3 years

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dadza & sbi

a continuation of yesterday’s ask-

hiiii i know i haz been lurk 🐮 Anoon for a good bitz but I haz an idea fro DadBoyHalo and Dadza(sepretz courze!!) havingz to take care of their very chaos childrenz(DadBoyHalo wif Sapnap + reader, Dadza with SBI + reader) ówò?

Thankz yuuuu!!!

-🐮 Anoon

🐮anon i am here with dadza! thank you for the patient waiting ;-;

i am referring to the samsung refrigerator as sam bc i have no clue what to address her as (ﾟωﾟ；)

this also went off track but whatever lmao

cw: swearing

dadza:

phil did not expect this when he decided to have kids. in the beginning, he was only planning on the one. wilbur was the sweetest kid ever when he was born. never caused any trouble, was peaceful. hell, the kid seemed like he would rather play music 24/7 before yelling at a single person. then again, his wife was always too caring.

when he traveled to the nether with sam, taking his son with him for the first time, he didn’t expect to acquire another kid. they were walking along an old path that had been made year before, when suddenly wilbur started shouting, pointing at a small pink figure.

the baby piglin was surrounded by bigger, larger piglins. they were trying to take his gold as he fearfully warded them off. sam, with her large heart, urged phil to go save the child as she protected wilbur. through a long fight with grunts and yells, he had saved the kid.

“hello, young one. are you alright?” the piglin regarded him suspiciously, not knowing if he would hurt him. phil, from the corner of his eye, saw the kid eyeing the gold on the ground. “you want your shit back, mate?” phil turned around and quickly picked up the goods. “here you go, kid.” and from there, he had suddenly acquired another ward.

within the next few years, tensions rose. the young piglin, who phil had named technoblade, was slowly learning english. he wanted to learn how to fight, to protect himself and not end up in a situation like the one phil had saved him from. sam did not approved of this, ever the passive refrigerator. phil and sam argued nearly all the time. wilbur and techno began spending more time together, out of the house.

“techno, it's not your fault. you know that right?” wilbur was walking with techno, his guitar on his back. the house was no longer a good place to hangout, so they walked into town.

“well of course its not, wil. i know that, at the very least. i’m just trying to protect myself, the same as phil does. in the future i could even win competitions, make us some extra money.” the two boys were walking and talking, when suddenly they ran into a loud blonde kid who was with someone else they couldn’t really see.

“hey! watch where you’re going, kid!” wilbur yelled a the shorter blonde, who knocked him over.

“oh, fuck off, will you? i didn’t mean to, you don’t have to be a prick about it.” wilbur looked flabergasted at this, a kid much younger than him having this type of mouth?

“hey! do not fucking speak to me that way, do you understand?” wilbur pointed at the two kids, looking like a so-called ‘karen’ in the internet compilations.

“oh come on, dude, you just swore and you look only a few years older than me! don’t be a fucking hypocrite.” you looked sternly at the brown-haired male, watching his mouth open and close, like a fish.

“wilbur, you know we both swore at that age. give them a break, will ya?” techno was smirking at the two of you, knowing he was pissing wilbur off.

“ugh, whatever techno. fuck off, mate.”

the two boys continued walking into town, done with the conversation. but your blonde friend, apparently, may not have been. “c’mon! let’s follow them!”

“uhh, why tommy? it’ll bring us nothing but trouble.” you were confused at what tommy was getting at, but you knew it was nothing good.

“and? trouble is my middle name, obviously.” he grabbed you hand and began dragging you in the direction the boys went.

when you arrived in town center, wilbur was seen talking to a shorter girl, while the piglin was arguing with a figure wearing green. tommy turned to you, “i’ll go talk to the cool one, you can go talk to the cunt who berated us for swearing.” knowing that once tommy made a decision he wouldn’t change his mind, you gave in.

walking over slowly, you noticed when you caught the boy’s attention. he looked over to you and his face darkened. “not you again… what do you want?”

“who’s this?” the girl he was talking to you looked over to you. you smiled at her and told her your name. “that’s a nice name. i’m niki.”

the two of you shook hands and she moved over for you to sit down. wilbur, begrudgingly, allowed you to sit and chat with them. for about three hours, you all sat talking. after a bit of pleading, wilbur had pulled out his guitar and was playing you a song. that was, until tommy ran over with techno as they were being chased a boy with a smiling mask, a boy with a white headband, and one with strange glasses.

“techno! what the fuck did you do now!?” wilbur stood up and began yelling at the piglin.

instead of a response, he was met with tommy screaming, “STOP CHASING ME, YOU FUCKIN’ BITCH! THIS IS CHILD ABUSE, I AM A MINOR!!! A MINOR!!”

“god fucking damnit, tech!” wilbur jumped up and dragged you with him. now all three of you were running from the boys.

once you had arrived in the forest clearing, wilbur was immediately on technoblade and tommy’s asses about what had happened.

“what. did. you. do.” wilbur was staring at them, his hands on his hips.

techno tried to explain, before tommy cut in “wilbur, i have done nothing. i was simply being a respectful citizen-”

“those terrible cunts were being terrible bitches to us, wilbur! they were threatening the blade here, saying we couldn't fight. but i showed them!” tommy seemed incredibly proud of himself.

“techno, what did this demon child do?” wilbur was staring at nothing, looking dead inside.

“i am now participating in a duel with dream tomorrow, at 4:20 P.M.” wilbur looked extremely pale at this, like he was begging god for mercy.

the four of you walked back to phil’s house. wilbur felt too guilty to leave you guys in town, especially when tommy had gotten into a fight with dream.

when you arrived at the house, phil immediately pulled you in, seeing that you guys were covered in cuts and bruises. when you went in, sam was nowhere to be seen.

“what the hell happened? why are there two very dirty children with you and why is techno smirking like that?”

after an explanation from the two of, phil began tending to your wounds. “wilbur, techno, go clear out the guest room for these two. we’ll talk more tonight. once you and tommy were nicely bandaged and clean, you were sent to the guest bedroom.

“you think we’ll be safe here, tommy?” you turned over to look at your friend who was in the bed across from yours. for years, you had been living on the streets, surviving off the bread the nice lady would provide you with.

“of course we will. we’re big men, you know that. besides, did you see techno over there? we’ll be just fine.”

“thanks tommy. love you, mate.” you smiled at tommy.

“night. love you too, big man."

in the morning, at the duel between technoblade and dream, it was suspenseful. even when you felt like he would lose hope, techno pulled through. even if sam had left and and was now in the dump, phil knew it would be okay. he acquired to new kids and would make sure they had a better life than the one they had before.

i hope you liked this one 🐮 anon! <3

#mcyt x reader #wilbur soot x reader #tommyinnit x reader #technoblade x reader #philza x reader #🐮 anon

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viioletshadows · 3 years

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if i see anyone babying Angel Devil and reducing him to an “ówò soft bottom boi” i will gut them like a fish and spoil the entire manga for them

#angel devil is not soft he is canonically Very Mean #short king who would rather die than work #i fucking kin him #draw him in a maid dress and cat ears and i’ll fucking Get You #angel devil #chainsaw man #manga

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shima-draws · 4 years

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Shima can you pls hit us with some anime recs?? ówò

OH YELL HEAH I GOTCHU FAM

Putting all this under the cut because inevitably it got long lmao

Eden of the East

Eden’s one of those animes where you start watching and then decide you’re not going to stop until you finish it. It’s absolutely binge worthy and has such a unique concept with a lot of mystery and romance sprinkled in here and there!

Eden of the East is about a girl named Saki who goes to Washington to visit the White House. There she meets a boy named Takizawa who, for some reason, shows up completely naked, and just had his memories wiped, so he has no idea who he is. As Takizawa and Saki start to bond, Taki starts to put together the pieces of his past. Apparently before his memory got wiped he was involved in a “game” with 11 other people, and each of them were gifted 10 billion yen to attempt to change Japan for the better. Taki discovers more and more about the person he was before he wiped his memory–he might have been involved in terrorism, that’s great–and he and Saki start falling in love with each other and it’s really. Really soft.

It’s 11 episodes, and then there’s two sequel movies after that!

Mawaru Penguindrum

ONE OF MY PERSONAL ALL TIME FAVORITES…MP is such an underrated series and it’s so unique and just out there. Everything in this series has symbolism, though it may not seem like it upfront–everything has a deeper meaning! The series pretty much rides on symbolism and reference to other media in the background.

The story follows twin brothers Shouma and Kanba Takakura, who live on their own with their terminally ill little sister, Himari. In the first episode, Himari passes away, but is miraculously revived by a strange spirit inside of a penguin hat. The spirit demands the brothers find what’s called the “penguindrum” in order to keep Himari alive. The siblings are gifted with the help of three strange penguins who are invisible to everyone except for them. Their search leads them to a girl named Ringo, who has a mysterious diary that can apparently “change fate”. Believing this to be the penguindrum, Shouma gets heavily involved with Ringo’s schemes to chase her one true love, Tabuki, who also happens to be the twins’ teacher. (Which, inevitably, ends in disaster lmao.) As the series goes on the themes get darker, as the twins discover more about their parents’ past and their involvement with a terrorist act many years ago.

I should warn you that while MP is VERY good, it definitely gets…weirder as it progresses, and darker, like I said. There’s a couple triggers I should warn ya’ll about if you plan to watch it: (minor) incest (Kanba kisses Himari in the first episode and that’s like. The extent of it), attempted rape (a character wants to become pregnant with a guy’s child, but they’re stopped before they can go through with it, and there’s also another one with two women), terrorism, sexual and physical abuse, and…I think that’s it? Wow I honestly forgot how dark this series is tgnakdsasda

Anyway I highly suggest it, it’s one of my favorites, but it’s definitely…strange, and not for everyone. You have to have a certain taste to really take to MP, but I promise it’s worth it, especially since Shouma is baby and I would do anything for him and his stupid pretty long eyelashes

I love these boys so much they’re so sTUPID

This one’s 24 episodes!

Kobato

This one is absolutely ADORABLE and soft and a very feel-good anime. If you wanna sit down and relax with a lighthearted series with romance and slice of life definitely go with this one!

The series is about a girl named Kobato who wants to fulfill a lifetime wish of going to the place she wishes to go. It isn’t really specified where until the end of the series so I won’t spoil ;) In order to do so she has to collect the healed fragments of people’s hearts inside of a bottle. However, she has a time limit–one year to complete the task. Unfortunately, Kobato is ditzy and naive, which leads her into a whole bunch of troublesome situations, and this makes it hard for her to connect with people. She’s guided by her partner, a little dog plush toy named Ioryogi, who was apparently cursed and trapped in that form due to his meddling in the affairs of the heavens. If Kobato completes her mission, Ioryogi will also be allowed to return to his original form. Kobato soon learns that being herself–honest, kind, and sweet, is the way to heal people’s hearts. She gets involved with a kindergarten and begins working there to help out the principal, Sayaka. Also part of the kindergarten is Fujimoto, a very handsome yet sarcastic man who is very closed off from everyone. As the series progresses, Fujimoto’s initial irritation and annoyance with Kobato fades away, and they start falling in love.

They’re so cute I LOVE THEM 😫

This one is 24 episodes as well!

Senyuu

Of course I’m going to suggest Senyuu do ya’ll even KNOW ME

For those of you who don’t know, Senyuu is one of my all time favorite series in existence–unfortunately the anime doesn’t even cover the good parts of it, as it only adapts part 1, which is just the beginning of the whole mess. I’m still going to recommend it nonetheless!

Senyuu’s about a hero named Alba and the royal soldier assigned to him, Ros! Alba’s more of a wannabe than anything, and can barely hold his own against super low level slimes. He’s sarcastic and witty and acts as the straight man in a comedy routine with Ros. Ros, on the other hand, is sadistic, snaky and rude, and his favorite pastime is teasing Alba incessantly. Together the two of them are out on an adventure to find the Demon Lord, who was apparently sealed away a thousand years ago by the Legendary Hero Creasion. The Demon Lord released tons of monsters into the human world, causing problems for everyone. When they do encounter the Demon Lord, however, they discover that she’s actually the granddaughter of the original Demon Lord, and that the appearing monsters were caused by a mere accident. Alba and Ros decide to help the girl, Rchi, find all of the monsters and send them back to the Demon World where they belong. They go after the Big Twelve, the most powerful demons in existence, and end up in a lot of trouble regarding a conspiracy in the kingdom!

Senyuu’s basically a comedy until the last few episodes where shit gets Real and secrets are revealed! If you enjoy the anime and want to know what happens next DEFINITELY read the webcomic, part 2 is my personal favorite and where a whole bunch of crazy plot twists happen.

There’s 26 episodes, they’re only about 5 minutes a piece, so you could finish the entire anime in about 2 hours 👌

And that should be a good start for now :0c If you guys need more suggestions hmu again, I’m happy to share my good collection of shows to watch ;)

#Shima answers questions #Anime recs #Senyuu #Eden of the East #Mawaru Penguindrum #Kobato #Long post

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grilledcheeseandguavajelly · 4 years

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“Grow To Need Me There, I’m Not Going Anywhere” -- Wilhemina Venable x Cordelia Goode

Listen, sometimes PlummyVenable™️ can be baby, okay? Don’t fight me on this.

Prompt: “Imagine: that prompt you reblogged for character A tilting character B’s chin up but with Delia x Mina ówò”

Words: ~4,600

Warnings: SMUT, male aggression, mentions of blood

Requested by: @shineestark

~Enjoy!~

“You can’t stop him,” Wilhemina tried, a smirk pulling at her lips as she cocked her head. “You won’t win this.”

Cordelia sighed, raising her brow. “Well then, I’ll die trying.”

“What do you think you’re going to do?” Wilhemina scoffed, tapping her cane. “Magic your way out of the apocalypse?”

Cordelia straightened at her tone. “You say it like you don’t believe in it.”

Wilhemina laughed incredulously, eyes narrowing. “Because it’s ridiculous.”

“No,” Cordelia corrected, holding up her finger. “Because you don’t understand it. And that scares you.” She leaned forward, hand braced on Mina’s desk. “It scares you that there could be an entire world out there, perfectly tangible to a select group of people, able to be understood and manipulated. And it scares you that you aren’t a part of it.”

Wilhemina’s fingers dug into her cane as she hit it against the ground. “You don’t know the first thing about me.”

And Cordelia had the nerve to hum as she turned, opening the door to Mina’s office. “No, clearly I don’t know anything at all.”

It wasn’t the first time Cordelia had come into her office demanding to see Michael.

And it certainly wasn’t the last.

And each time, the arguments got shorter and shorter, eventually resorting to Cordelia opening the door, Wilhemina not even looking up from her computer at the familiar click of the woman’s heels.

Wilhemina would simply say no, Cordelia would stand for a moment, and then she would go, leaving Mina alone in her office to watch her walk away down the long, white hallway.

~~~

“You stupid, insolent girl!” Michael screamed, pacing around Wilhemina’s office. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done? You’ve ruined everything!”

He turned on Wilhemina, practically spitting as he raged. She stood perfectly still, flinching as a drop of saliva fell onto her cheek.

“I’ve done nothing but what you asked of me,” Mina countered, voice steady. “You told me to turn her away, I turned her away.”

“And in the process, she’s somehow memorized all of the paperwork on your desk and set up plans to counter our every move. It’s your fault that our entire operation now has to be pushed back who knows how many months.”

A bolt went through her as his words registered in her head. All of those days that she hadn’t bothered to look up from her desk. Hadn’t even acknowledged the woman. Hadn’t had the energy to argue with her, and ignored her until she had walked herself out the door.

Even so, she was not going to take the fall for this. It wasn’t her fight. It wasn’t her apocalypse.

She shifted, leaning on her cane as her brow raised. When she spoke, she made sure to thread enough sarcasm and hostility through her words that he would listen.

“If you had seen her for her appointments, the appointments that you told me to schedule, that you told me to turn her away from, maybe she wouldn’t have had the opportunity to—“

But he waved her off. “I don’t care how it happened. She’s a problem. You will take care of her. It’s as simple as that.”

Wilhemina scoffed, straightening. “I will do no such thing. You made this mess, you go pick it up.”

But as she turned to leave, his hand found her arm and he pulled. She stumbled, barely catching herself on her cane before looking up at him, and the second her eyes raised from the floor his hand came down across her face, his ring leaving a nice clean gash against the rose of her cheek.

She brought her hand up to the cut, swallowing hard as she looked at the blood streaking her fingers. Met his gaze. Swallowed again.

“Yes, sir.”

~~~

It only took her about fifteen minutes to arrive at the tall, white house.

Wilhemina put the car in park, flipping down her visor and checking herself over in the mirror.

The gash had closed up, for the most part, but a deep, purple bruise was starting to bloom underneath it. She narrowed her eyes, touching it with shaking fingers. Winced.

And after taking a deep breath, pushing her lips together and smoothing her lipstick down, she got out of the car. Walked the excessive number of steps up to the house. And knocked on the door.

A blond boy directed her through the rooms, down the halls, and across the kitchen, until they stopped in front of misty glass doors.

He gestured, nodded curtly, and left, leaving Wilhemina standing alone and having no idea what she was supposed to do.

“Kyle, is that you?”

The voice came from beyond the doors, lilting and light and too friendly to belong to the same woman who had stormed her office and pushed every single one of her buttons.

And yet Wilhemina knew that there was no other option. She had asked the boy for Cordelia, and he had led her here.

So with another deep breath, she straightened her shoulders, flexed her fingers on her cane, and pushed the doors open.

And there was Cordelia, sitting at a table across the room, hair curling perfectly down her back as she shifted at the sound of the door opening, not looking up from her work.

“What is it? I’m busy.”

“Ms. Goode,” Wilhemina said curtly, tapping her cane as she shut the door behind her.

She watched Cordelia pause. She didn’t flinch, didn’t move, didn’t turn. But she did pause, delicate fingers frozen for a fraction of a moment around glass vials, bubbling and steaming with purple liquid.

“Ms. Venable,” came her reply, and somehow between now and just moments ago, her voice had lowered and edged razor sharp. “You’ve taken to invading my school now? Whatever did I do to deserve this great honor?”

Wilhemina brushed off her sarcasm, setting her jaw and crossing the room. She was careful not to touch anything, the dirt on the floors enough to put her on edge, let alone the pots of plants overflowing with green and the spores getting stuck in her nose.

“It seems that my employer has quite the issue with your intercepting his supplies and interfering with his plans.”

Cordelia only hummed, swirling one of the vials and plucking a leaf from a blue plant sitting tall next to her. “Well if your employer wasn’t planning on ending the world, I wouldn’t need to interfere with any of his plans, now would I?”

Mina sighed. “Ms. Goode, I don’t ask questions about what you’re doing or why you’re doing it. I’ve simply been sent to ask you, once again, to stop.”

Cordelia finished then, setting her vials down and spinning in her chair. “And do you always do exactly as you’re told?” she asked, eyes meeting Mina’s for the first time since she had arrived. “Or do you ever think that maybe you’re capable of just a little bit more? You—“

She cut off, eyes flicking down to Wilhemina’s cheek, and Mina instinctively tilted her head away. She swallowed.

“As I said before, you need to get out of our way. This is your last warning.”

She waited for Cordelia’s response, watching her as she stared right back. And then, lighting fast, she was up, crossing the room and making straight for Wilhemina.

Something caught in Mina’s chest and her breath hitched as she instinctively stepped back, back, back. Until her thighs hit the top of a large wooden table and Cordelia stood directly before her. Until she was completely wedged, held, trapped.

She told herself that her heart stuttered because of the claustrophobia. Because of those stupid spores in the air that wouldn’t let her breathe.

But when Cordelia’s gaze flicked between her cheek and her eyes and Wilhemina turned her head away again, clearing her throat, when Mina felt the ghost of a touch across her face, down her jaw, she stopped breathing altogether.

A firm thumb tapping her jaw and Wilhemina pulled her face further away, picking a stone on the floor and pouring all of her attention into it to keep herself focused.

She barely heard her name, her first name, a semblance of syllables put together that made her heart clench.

And then—

Cordelia tilted Mina’s chin up, eyes scanning her face. A frown pulled the corner of her lip down.

“Who did this to you?”

Wilhemina blinked, swallowing around the lump pushing up her throat.

“It’s not important.”

And Cordelia almost said something. Wilhemina could see it wrestling its way past her teeth. But before Mina knew what was happening, Cordelia was clearing her throat and turning away.

Her hands immediately busied themselves with some sort of potion, plucking leaves and muddling them down faster than should have been possible.

Mina had barely gotten a breath in, fingers fidgeting on her cane, when Cordelia returned, a small bowl cupped in her hand. She dug two fingers down into the dish, sliding green paste between her fingers and holding them up in the light.

“This might hurt,” she murmured, and then her fingers were on Mina’s jaw, holding her face still as she smoothed the substance over Mina’s cheek.

It should have hurt, it should have stung where it hit the broken skin. But all Mina could feel was the heat of Cordelia’s fingers, pads so soft and so delicate as they traced the bone of Mina’s cheek.

An eternity passed in the time it took Cordelia to finish her work, every inch of Mina’s skin set on edge. She didn’t like being touched, she didn’t let anyone touch her. But this woman, so soft and delicate and kind and frustrating…

Something sparked under her touch that made Mina think maybe she did believe in magic after all.

~~~

His breath was hot on her face as he regarded her cheek, and Wilhemina stood frozen, careful to hold her posture straight and not to move an inch.

“She didn’t touch you?” Michael asked, words slithering through the quiet office.

“No,” Wilhemina said softly, swallowing around her lie.

And she closed her eyes as his thumb brushed over what was left of her cut, digging her fingers into her cane to fight the flinch against his touch.

“She didn’t help you?”

A beat, knuckles whitening. “No.”

Michael hummed, nose brushing hers as he studied her face. “Are you sure.”

And Mina was mindful to hold her breath steady as she let one last word out, carefully, cautiously. Checking her tone and making sure it came out perfectly even. “Yes.”

He tutted, pulling back as he raised his brow. “Yes, what?”

Her heart hammered in her chest at her error, and she tilted her shoulders, tapping her cane lightly on the floor. “Yes, sir.”

A hum, and then he turned to leave. Mina let out the breath she had been holding, dropping her head and slumping on her cane.

A split second later he spun back around, knocking the cane out of Mina’s hand and sending her tumbling to the floor.

Her skull cracked against the tile, and the way she had crumpled, falling directly onto her cane, made the head of it slash across her mouth.

She cried out, biting her lip against any further whimpers as Michael started yelling. She tasted blood.

“You will go back there, you will tell her to stop. You will tell her that if she tries anything like this again, I will come for her. Flame and fire and fury. And she will not be able to stop me when I unleash my father’s wrath upon the earth.”

Mina grabbed for her cane, determined to stand up again before he made to leave. Determined not to let him win this time.

But she had barely gotten up onto her knees by the time he was out the door, trying to find purchase with her cane to push herself up off the floor.

The door to her office clicked and there was silence, and after an inhale and an exhale, a long moment to make sure he wouldn’t return, she let her tears fall, curling in on herself and sobbing into her knees.

~~~

It didn’t take long for Wilhemina to drive back to that big, white house. Especially not now.

Not now that she knew she would see Cordelia’s face on the other side of the looming, black doors.

They had been in the middle of dinner, Cordelia intercepting the blond boy in the hallway as he led Mina down the long hallway to the dining room.

Wilhemina tried apologizing for arriving so late to discuss business. She tried to tell Cordelia that she could wait. Could come back later.

But then those perfect fingers were digging around her wrist and pulling her back through the house and into the greenhouse.

And before Wilhemina knew what was happening, Cordelia had her pinned against that table again, eyes scanning her face.

It was all so familiar, so different. Intriguing and thrilling and overwhelming.

“Does it hurt?” Cordelia’s voice was soft, softer than Wilhemina had ever heard it. But something firm laced under her words, and it made Mina shiver under the attention.

“No.”

And then Cordelia’s eyes met her own, breaking across her hard layers and delving deep into her soul. Her fingers fidgeted on Mina’s cheek, thumb flicking over the corner of her mouth. “Are you sure?”

The way she asked, her chin tilted up as she studied Mina’s face, had Wilhemina practically panting as she shook against the tears pricking her eyes.

“No,” Mina breathed, fighting the pressure tightening around her lungs as her eyes tracked Cordelia’s face.

She was so close. So incredibly close. All Mina had to do was tilt her head up, just an inch. She was almost positive Cordelia’s fingers were doing it for her. Her lips parted and suddenly everything in her mouth was too sticky and too dry all at once.

And then Cordelia pulled away.

Wilhemina tried not to gasp at the loss of contact. She hadn’t realized how warm Cordelia was until cold air hit her cheek and flooded back into her lungs.

She hadn’t taken a breath the entire time Cordelia was touching her.

Cordelia crossed the greenhouse, rustling through vials and rummaging through drawers.

And somehow, here, with this anomaly of a woman before her, so hard and so powerful and somehow so dead set on making sure she was okay… It made Wilhemina feel exposed and vulnerable, a raw nerve set on edge in an unfamiliar place.

It wasn’t that she had never been kissed. Of course she had. But she had never wanted anyone to kiss her like she longed for Cordelia. Never burned so hot and so cold all at once, the memory of pain the only thing keeping her rooted down. Keeping her from spiraling out and crossing the room and devouring this woman absolutely senseless.

“You know,” Cordelia called from across the room, mixing and measuring and stirring. “You could have just asked.”

Wilhemina dug her fingers into the table behind her, grounding herself and staying firmly in the present. “Asked what?”

And this time when Cordelia walked back to her, a different potion in hand, she had a knowing smirk sliced across her face.

“If you wanted me to kiss you.”

Wilhemina’s breath caught in her throat, and she tried to back further against the table behind her. But Cordelia was back in front of her, one finger swirling in the gel-like substance of the vial. And Wilhemina was trapped. Again.

“All you had to do was ask,” Cordelia continued, tapping her finger on the edge of the glass and letting the potion drip off of her nail.

“I didn’t— I never,” Wilhemina tried, grasping weakly at any words floating through her head that weren’t “yes” or “please”. But then Cordelia’s hand was on her jaw again, so warm and soft and tender.

“Hold still.”

Wilhemina swallowed, shaking her head in Cordelia’s grip. “I didn’t say—“

Cordelia’s fingers tightened, forcing Mina’s face up. “I said, hold still.”

And this time Mina complied, letting Cordelia run her wet finger over the slice across her mouth, allowing her lips to part against Cordelia’s breath.

And when she spoke again, her voice was low but absent, like she was concentrating too hard to annunciate her words. “What you forget, darling,” she murmured, eyes pinned to Mina’s mouth as she finished dabbing the gel against her lips, “is that I’m the Supreme. Which means I can hear exactly what’s going through that pretty little mind of yours.”

Wilhemina gasped as Cordelia let her thumb slide down her lips, resting in on her chin.

“Or do you still not believe in magic?”

“I—“ Mina tried, tilting her chin up. Because once again, Cordelia was so close. Because she had an air about her that was controlling Mina like a wave, crashing and pulling and telling her what to do. Because she knew what Wilhemina wanted and surely she wouldn’t be so cruel as to—

Cordelia pulled back just as Mina leaned forward, blocking the kiss with a finger to Mina’s lips.

Wilhemina froze there, unsure if it was shame or shock that was pooling through her veins. Trying to understand how she had somehow read all of this wrong, how she could have been so stupid.

Cordelia leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to the line on Mina’s cheek, barely visible anymore.

“Not stupid,” Cordelia cooed, her voice melting like honey. “Just not now.”

Mina’s heart stuttered, fingers digging into the head of her cane. “Not now?”

Cordelia smiled. A huge, genuine smile that held light itself. And Wilhemina wondered how she could have ever hated this woman.

“Not now. I didn’t just spend all of that time making a salve for your lips so that it could get rubbed off.”

But heat was pooling between Mina’s legs at the realization that this was happening. They were talking about this and teasing about this and it was actually plausible. Tangible.

“I don’t care,” she started, tapping her cane and straightening. “I don’t care.”

“Well, that’s rather rude.” Cordelia threw a smirk over her shoulder as she went back to her workspace and set the vial down. “I would have thought that the proper Ms. Venable would have had better manners.”

Wilhemina blinked at the realization that she had just been insulted. Tried to pull a chastisement onto her tongue. But she only had one coherent thought, pounding through her head on a loop.

“Then don’t kiss me.”

Cordelia whipped around, a warning in her eyes. “What did you just say?”

And Mina would have smirked. She would have felt cocky, if her cheeks weren’t flushed with heat and her heart wasn’t practically pounding out of her chest at the mere idea.

“Don’t kiss me,” she repeated, nose twitching as she swallowed.

Cordelia walked back to her, vials and potions and plants forgotten. Walked back slowly until she was pressed completely flush against Mina’s chest.

“Don’t ask me what I think you’re asking me. Please.” Her breath was quick against Wilhemina’s face, warm little bursts feeding the hammering of Mina’s heart.

Please.

“Don’t do this,” Cordelia started, catching Wilhemina’s wrist before she could trace her fingers down Cordelia’s arm. “Don’t.”

The word was punctuated by Wilhemina’s cane falling to the floor and clanging loudly against the stones.

But Wilhemina barely heard it. She couldn’t breathe anymore, couldn’t fathom thinking of anything other than exactly what she wanted right this second. And her body physically ached with need.

“Do you understand what you’re asking me to do?” Cordelia breathed, fingers twitching against Mina’s wrist. Fighting her. Holding her still when all she wanted to do was move. “Do you understand what’s at stake here?”

And Wilhemina did the only thing she could do. She nodded, brows pushing up as tears pricked her eyes. “Yes.”

“What will he do to you if he finds out…?” Cordelia asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Her eyes searched Mina’s face, moving from her cheek to her lips.

“He won’t find out,” Mina tried, reaching up with her free hand to pull Cordelia to her. Closer, closer.

But Cordelia’s hand was right there, snatching at her arm and holding it in the air with an iron grip.

A moment passed, the two of them frozen like that, Wilhemina completely pinned by Cordelia. Caught by Cordelia. Owned by Cordelia. An eternity of eye contact, hundreds of questions asked and answered in one breath.

And then Cordelia surged forward, latching her mouth to Mina’s neck and sucking. Hard.

She released Mina’s hands in favor of holding her waist, and Mina immediately dug her fingers into Cordelia’s hair, pulling and tugging and holding her against her as she moaned.

Cordelia hummed against her skin in response, sending fire licking up into her cheeks and straight down to her core.

It only took a few moments of Cordelia mouthing at her neck, peppering soft kisses over hard, dark marks, before Mina yanked Cordelia’s hips against her own.

“Please,” she asked quietly, afraid that if she was too loud she would break the moment. Afraid if she disturbed the air in the room, Cordelia would realize what she was doing and come to her senses and stop. But she needed more.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Cordelia cooed against her jaw, pressing the softest kiss to her pulse point before leaning back and pushing her forehead against Mina’s. “I promise.”

All Mina managed was a breathless nod, and then Cordelia had her hands hooked under her thighs, hauling her up onto the table.

She landed hard on the wood, a shock going up her spine and rattling her teeth. Mina winced, closing her eyes against the pain for the smallest of seconds. But Cordelia immediately froze, pulling back.

“Did I hurt you?”

The hesitance there, swimming in her words with something that sounded like panic, had Mina’s heart swelling in her chest.

She shook her head quickly. “No. No, I’m fine. Just please…”

She pulled Cordelia back against her, wrapping her legs around her hips.

But Cordelia was still staring at her, hands unmoving on her waist. “Wilhemina…”

Another shock coursed through her body, this time setting goosebumps on her skin and making her mouth go dry.

Cordelia held her gaze, continuing. “I’m not him. Don’t let me hurt you.” She tilted Mina’s chin up, searching her eyes. “Do you understand?”

Wilhemina hadn’t felt the tears pooling, blurring her vision, until one fell on her cheek and the sting startled her back to the present. She wanted to nod. She wanted to thank her. She wanted to tell this wonderfully caring, loving woman that she didn’t have the capability to hurt her like he did, let alone the motivation.

But with Cordelia’s eyes on her, worried and dark and blown out, all she could think of was kissing her.

So she did.

It should have been rough. It was always rough. But somehow, when Wilhemina pushed her lips against Cordelia’s, when Cordelia didn’t pull away, when she parted her lips and whimpered and melted down into Mina, something softened deep in her heart. And as she kissed Cordelia ever so gently, cupped her face tenderly, urged her closer, the only thing she could fathom was kindness. Protection. Care.

Magic.

It could have been minutes later. It could have been hours. All concept of time had flown out the window the second Cordelia had pushed her tongue against Mina’s and scratched her nails over Mina’s thighs.

The rest came in flashes — Cordelia rucking up Mina’s skirt, pushing her thighs apart, kissing back down her neck.

The sounds Mina was making were bouncing across the stone walls, but she didn’t register them. Couldn’t register them. Not with the way Cordelia was egging her on, urging her to beg for more, louder. Whispering the filthiest things, voice hot and sticky in Mina’s ear as she teased her and pinched her and pulled her down on her thigh.

Wilhemina threw her head back, whining, scrambling for any piece of Cordelia she could find.

It went on like that, Cordelia’s mouth in her ear, dragging her down against her thigh, pulling every moan and gasp and whimper out of Mina before she was practically shaking from want.

And then in the blink of an eye Wilhemina was being lifted from the table and backed against the wall. Her head connected with it and she almost gasped, almost let her mouth fall open. But she caught herself, teeth digging into her lip.

Cordelia hesitated though, fingers faltering on her waist.

“No,” Mina groaned, pulling Cordelia flush against her and hooking a leg over her hip. “Don’t stop. I’m fine, just— Oh god, don’t stop.”

She had wanted to push Cordelia down onto her knees. Had wanted the woman’s mouth, her filthy, hot mouth, wet against her core. Fucking her until she couldn’t speak.

But then her fingers, those perfect, delicate, magic fingers, slid so easily inside of her, twisting and pulsing and curling, and she couldn’t help but moan at the feel of her, of this woman, this infuriating, perfect, powerful—

Her orgasm hit her out of nowhere, searing stars across her vision as Cordelia caught her cries with her tongue. Wilhemina shook, tensed, and as her senses came back to her, she realized in a flash that she was standing against a wall. And she didn’t have her cane.

Her knees gave out in that exact moment and she braced herself for the fall. For the smack of the concrete and the cold, wet floor against her cheek.

But Cordelia was right there, catching her on her thigh and wrapping Mina’s arms around her neck.

“It’s okay, you’re okay,” she cooed, holding Mina up by her waist and grounding her into the wall. “I’ve got you, alright?”

And the way Cordelia was looking at her, pupils blown wide and brow pulled up, just so, Mina couldn’t help but nod, pulling herself into Cordelia and tucking her nose against her neck.

Cordelia’s hand skimmed down Mina’s spine, tracing the curve there and walking down her vertebrae.

Mina flinched on instinct, but then there was something warm pricking off of Cordelia’s fingers, filling those gaps in her spine and giving her a sense of relief that she didn’t know was possible.

Magic fingers.

“Exactly,” Cordelia murmured, kissing the top of Mina’s head.

Everything pooled into Wilhemina’s mind at once, the realization that magic existed, the realization that the apocalypse was inevitable. And the realization that she had chosen a side that was likely to get her into entirely too much trouble.

Michael flashed through her mind, his hand coming down across her cheek, knocking her cane from her grip.

Wilhemina felt Cordelia tense under her and she straightened, pulling back.

“I apologize, I—“

But Cordelia cut her off with a kiss, fervent and desperate and heavy. When she pulled back, there were tears in her eyes. She cupped Wilhemina’s jaw, holding her gaze.

“He can’t hurt you anymore. Understood? He won’t hurt you anymore.”

And with the way Cordelia was looking at her, so open and eager and protective, her eyes dark and determined, she couldn’t help but nod.

In an instant she was enveloped in another hug, held snug in Cordelia’s arms.

A sniff, fingers through Mina’s hair, and then a kiss to the top of her head.

“I’ve got you."

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deathstalkersdemise · 3 years

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Do you have other OCs aside from just the guy with the cute light brown hair? Also what’s the light brown hair like personality wise and what’s his story he kinda singable looking ngl

Yes, I have A LOT of different OCs (fandom OCs or just OCs that came to my head (and for ships with OCs of my friends)), and I've already told about my MCs in this post! uwu 💕

But here’s more information about Isaac. 👇🏻

Hmm, what can I say about Isaac... Well, he's a quiet and nice guy, always able to help, he's a baby boy! But he's very clingy. He's looking for someone to whom he can be special, who will endlessly love him, care for him and never let him go (and it will be the same on his part! He just wants love and care. PLEASE). I can say that he's a yandere and he's also looking for a yandere (or someone cute who won't strongly resist his love uwu). He's nice, harmless and very trusting, he will do ANYTHING for someone he loves (or fears, lmao; for Lawrence, for example; Isaac loves him to death, he seems to understand that Lawrence can hurt him (and will do it, lmao), but still obeys, because he blindly trusts and adores him), but you need to be careful with him! As I said, he's very clingy and he's a yandere, he would NEVER hurt his obsession, but he will quickly lose his temper if you don't love him, treat him badly and want to leave him (good luck then, lmao)! The probability of staying alive is even greater than you might think, since he doesn't like death in general, but in 90% of cases something bad will happen anyway. But in other cases, he's VERY caring. But when he goes crazy, he begins to worry about what if he will be abandoned? Therefore, he will try to immobilize his obsession so that they don't physically leave him! He will take care, feed and all that, but he has too many doubts to release his captive, so he will doubt for a long time. He will definitely hug and kiss a lot and just be around without taking his eyes off; maybe take advantage of someone else's helplessness for his own horny purposes, heh. Because he's hungry for touch and love (and he never had anyone)... 😳🤤

POV: you're an obsession! 😳💕

I'm sorry that I told you more about his yandere side here, you can learn more from this post (or by asking me)! ówò

And I'm so sorry, I may be stupid, but what do you mean by the phrase "he kinda singable looking ngl"? Like, he's single, or he looks beautiful, or it's just a stupid autocorrect, or what (I've already asked 3 of my friends about this, it's just our guesswork)... You can ask me again, it's ok! I can be an idiot, you know, the language barrier, my own stupidity and all that. 👀💦

#ask #Isaac Reed #my oc #my art

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angiemelon · 3 years

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Ok here is all of the faces ( idk what to call em )

^*-*^= I’m down ( not really )

O-O = oh shoot..

ÒwÓ = fight me

ÓwÒ = I will offer u sympathy if I had any..

TwT = I’m ok * sniff *

GwG:gg man ( basically Smirky face )

OvO = y’a!

:) = evil

:] = baby boi

UvU = UwU but better

^v^= happy

-_- = bruh..

;-; = ( it doesn’t need to be explain )

;<; = random nonsense

@-@ = I’m crying...

._. = ( no need to explain this to )

#random stuff

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zu-is-here · 2 years

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Zu hey, how's it going? How's the last few days been?

Hii Gayfish! <3 Amazing, thanks! (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) Hoo boi— the latest days were so crazy (in a good way) & productive, I had a good rest in the countryside and ready for this easy-busy week heheh! ᕦ(òwóˇ)ᕤ☆

What about you? ♡ How was your weekend?? And who doesn't let you go?? (ò3ó)

UPD:

Yep! Visited my grandparents <3 It's just the time for a big harvest, we picked a lot of strawberries and made vareniki (Ukrainian sweet dumplings), sooo yummy (*´﹃｀*) Thank you! (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

Cramps again? (ó3ò) Have it been bothering you for a long time? Hopefully it'll be over very soon, what does help you with it now?

Please take care and stay safe in this time! (ówò) *hugsss* Sun is nice but not its effects xp Hope you had fun together though! <3

Noo, I don't remember trying organic ice cream but this sounds interesting! *w* Does it have real strawberry pieces or??

YAY you're even asked of time! \(//∇//)\ Can't wait to see thisss ☆ And good luck on finishing the birthday piece! (S!Dream baby ;w;)

OHHH nice (人 •͈ᴗ•͈) I can feel you, it's like a block, no way to go on... You can try redraw it ᕦ(òwóˇ)ᕤ At least the parts you don't like, no matter how much it took, cause the right solution might be waiting for your little changes ☆

The new AU omg!! \(//∇//)\ I'm intrigued... ♪

Koshka is being a grumpy lady she is (≧∀≦) and asking for food more than needed :'D What about Henry?? *^*

That would be amazing! *w*

Have a good rest before and after the shift (úwù)

Ohhh gotta search for ones here *^*

Stay determined! (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)☆

Aw he wants some chill (ówò) Pat pat for him <3

#updated #ask #zu is happy #others art

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babybeatlesblog · 4 years

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Linda absolutely adoring her happy, shrieking, crawling, baby husband ÓwÒ

Thanks for the ask!

.-.-.

Linda snapped a picture of her husband sitting between the sunflowers.

He was dressed in his cute baby outfit, with a dummy in his mouth and clogs on his feet.

Linda was sitting in front of him, just taking pictures of her loved one.

Paul shrieked, crawling over her and getting on her lap with a happy sound.

Linda laughed, kissing him on the forehead and snapping another close-up picture of the beautiful baby boy.

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blue-starbursts · 4 years

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How dare I forget to mention Henry after I tell you about the frog and possum-

I was able to take care of a baby squirrel for a little while named Henry and he was such a sweetheart 🥺 he loved to be cradled and pet, such a good boy

I’ve been told I’m a dude Snow White because of my connection with animals auagahsb

Do you have any animal memories from your childhood? Like a pet or an animal you encountered elsewhere? ÓwÒ

OH MY GOD THATS SO SWEET......

Well the only prominent animal memory in mind would be taking care of my dog, Max. I’ve had him since I was 6 years old and I love him a whole lot 🥺🥺

Another memory I have was when I met this big St. Bernard when I was 5. He was so sweet and I miss him.....

#ask #animals

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k3rm1e · 3 years

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Thankz yuuuu!!!

-🐮 Anoon

dadboyhalo & friends

Thankz yuuuu!!!

-🐮 Anoon

hello! sorry it took me so long to get back to you 🐮 anon! i’ve been busy but here’s this. i’m assuming you wanted canon bbh and canon sbi so i did this according to canon. i wrote the dadboyhalo one today and will be posting the dadza one tomorrow if that's okay! i went a lot off track with this one but i hope you enjoy it anyway!

dadboyhalo:

bad did not anticipate acquiring two chaos children when he decided to take home the young kids he found in the nether. the demon himself was from the nather, and felt sympathy for the poor kids.

he had just been strolling through the nether, trying to gather netherite to make armor for skeppy and himself when suddenly, he ran into two children. “oh, hello” he bent down, checking to make sure the two of you were okay. he ran all around the nether, trying to see if you had parents or anyone recognized you. and no one did. so, out of a misplaced sense of responsibility, he took the two of you to the overworld.

quickly, he realized the two of you were not normal children. when you woke up, you started glowing, sending fire everywhere out of fear. the noise woke up sapnap, who also sent fire everywhere.

“kids! please, stop sending fire everywhere!” bad was pleading for you guys to stop.

skeppy, for some reason, ran in trying to help bad. “BAD I’LL SAVE YOU!” he launched two of bad’s homemade gluten free muffins at your heads. instantly, the flames went down as you each picked up a muffin and began munching on it.

“SKEPPY! THAT’S CHILD ABUSE!” bad grabbed one of skeppy’s muffins and threw it at his head. “YOU CAN’T DO THAT!”

“WHY DOES THAT GIVE YOU AN EXCUSE TO COMMIT SKEPPY ABUSE!” he was holding his head in his hands, the muffins now on the floor.

and that was how you became his muffin heads.

for years, the you and sapnap remained chaotic beings. as babies, you burnt down more than half the furniture in the house. once the two of you got a bit older, it didn’t get any better. at school you and sapnap (mainly sapnap) would get in fights, making flames. after one too many occasions of this happening, you had finally been pulled out of school

bad had taken you home after another altercation, sitting the two of you down on the couch. it was time for a stern talking to. “you gotta learn to control your flames, okay? you especially, sapnap. no more fights.”

“sorry dad…” you muttered, puting your head down.

“i’m not gonna apologize! especially not to that kid! he was being rude!” sapnap got in a fight with a kid named ‘dream’, who was making fun of the two of you for not knowing who your real parents are. this wasn’t the only time they had fought.

“yes, you will sapnap. i’m sick of this constant fighting. you will apologize to how you treated that boy. i don’t care if he was being rude, you could’ve seriously injured him!”

bad took you guys to his friends puffy’s house, to have a talk with her and dream. he apologized to both of them, after sapnap refused to say sorry.

“i’m so sorry for my son's behavior. if there’s anything we can do at all to help, i’d be happy to.”

“no, no its okay bad. i had dream here tell me what he was arguing with your kids about. i guess he was making fun of them for not knowing their birth parents. you have to understand, bad, he’s just insecure about not knowing his own. being here with foolish, he feels a bit left out.”

with this information, you had formed a plan. that night, you and sapnap snuck out to dream’s.

“dream! dream! wake up!” you were launching pebbles at his window, while sapnap made a tiny flame in his hand to create light.

about to lose hope, you looked up when a window was opened. “what do you want?” you could tell the boy was nervous, as he was averting eye contact with the two of you, sapnap especially. he was leaning out the window, holding onto the railing.

“dream! wanna be friends?”

and from there, you had made a new friend. it was the three of you, up until highschool. a new student, george, had arrived at the school. his group of friends, began making fun of the three of you. dream, being embarrassed, had put on a mask. instead of his usual, emotion filled face, you were left with an expressionless mask that was always smiling.

after two months of constant bullying, george had attempted to apologize to you on his friend's behalf.

“hey. i know we’re not friends. the furthest from it, actually. but i wanted to apologize. the way they, my friends, treat you, is wrong. i don’t hang out with them anymore. i was wondering if maybe we could try this again? reintroduce ourselves?” george was rubbing the back of his neck, hiding his eyes behind glasses. you were immediately brought back to the memory of asking dream to be your friends. but, instead of you asking, george was asking you this time.

you tell sapnap was about to launch into a long rant, always ready to jump the gun and attack. you answered before he could ruin this. “i would love to try again with you, george. how about you sit with us for lunch?”

and from here on, it was the four of you. and each of you made your dad’s life a living hell. causing trouble in school, fighting with wilbur and his little brother, fighting with each other, whatever you could do to cause trouble, you had done.

“guys!! please!! stop running around, we have to get to your graduations!!”

“sorry bad! we’re busy, being adults!” you were all running around the area, playing a very violent game of hide and seek. dream’s goal was to get to the school. all you, sapnap, and george had to do was stop him.

after two hours of running around and chasing and fighting, dream had finally arrived at the school, winning the game. bad, skeppy, and puffy were the only ones left, sitting in the chairs set up at the field for parents to sit in. you all slowly walked up, knowing you were screwed.

“so? did you guys have fun?” bad stared at you all, disappointed looking.

you smiled, sweat gleaning in the setting sun and turned to your friends. sapnap was smiling wide next to you, his hair held back by a white piece of cloth dream used to hold up an old mask that had since been destroyed. george was laughing, looking up at the sky. he had no family to annoy in the beginning. now, he had the three of you to call home. for once, dream wasn’t being overly protective of his face. you could see a large grin going eye to eye under his mask. he hadn’t looked this happy in a long time.

you looked back at your dad “yeah dad, we did.we did”

at this, his face softened and he affectionately sighed. “you muffin heads...”

#mcyt x reader #badboyhalo x reader #sapnap x reader #georgenotfound x reader #🐮 anon #dreamwastaken x reader

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old-read-all-about-kpop · 5 years

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hello~~ I really liked your stray kids with a witch!s/o post,,,, do you think you could do that for oneus as well? ówò

A/N: I am so so so sooo sorry for the long wait my love! I have been taking care of my mother due to her gallbladder being removed last week and need to tend to her. Hence my inactivity. I’m deeply sorry. I’m really glad you enjoyed my Stray Kidz reaction, though! Thank you so much! I hope you enjoy reading this my dear! 💓💓💓💓

Ravn

“Sooo…are you proud of yourself?”

“Very.”

You decided upon yourself to go on a baking frenzy. The condition of the kitchen displayed just that, too. A spell of yours went a little awry though when you were trying to bake a cake for Ravn.

Now, there was cake batter everywhere. There were even splatters of it on the ceiling. Some of it was dripping, coating the floor.

You opened the oven, mittens covering your hands, and revealed the delicious chocolate cake. You looked up at Ravn with a bright smile across your face.

Ravn wanted to continue being aggravated with you, but he couldn’t help but melt at the happiness that radiated off your face. And the fact that you went through all of this just to make him a cake caused his heart to swell. So, he gave in, allowing a smile to grace his handsome features.

“Well, let’s eat this bad boy! It looks beautiful baby.”

Seoho

You two were indulged in a movie. It was a film you both really wanted to see but, due to Seoho’s packed schedule, you had to wait for it to eventually come on DVD.

You were feeding each other popcorn when, suddenly, the lights went out. You two were stunned, sitting still in the darkness as you processed it all.

You groaned loudly. “Great. Of course, the lights would go off during the hottest night known to man. And during our movie!” You whined, saddened by the fact that your movie date with your boyfriend is being put on hold.

But then, a lightbulb turned on in your head. You scurried out from Seoho’s hold and ran to your bedroom.

“Sweetheart, where are you going?” Seoho yelled, not pleased with seeing you go.

You quickly returned with your wand in hand. You pointed it at the TV, causing the machine to immediately come back to life. The movie was still going, but you could always rewind it back.

With a proud smirk on your face, you then brought your fan back from its temporary death before laying your wand down on the coffee table. You then snuggled back into your boyfriend’s side, letting out a content sigh at the feel of his lovely warmth.

Seoho was stunned throughout the whole event. He looked at you with awe as if he hasn’t seen you use magic tens of times. But, the boy was always fascinated when you decided to use it anyway. He found you fascinating.

Finally, Seoho let out an amused chuckle. You tore your eyes away from the TV, trying to find the last scene you left off at and looked up at him curiously.

He shook his head, still letting out chuckles here and there. He kissed the crown of your head before ruffling your hair. “Baby, you are truly amazing. So quick on your feet.”

Leedo

You exited the bathroom, fresh and clean, with your pajamas on and your hair blow-dried and flat-ironed for the upcoming morning. You pause your trek to the bed, smiling softly at the sight before you.

Leedo, having been so exhausted from his fansign and then some extra hours of practice, was laying on top of the comforter. The poor boy didn’t even bother to go under and envelop himself in warmth.

Hoping that you won’t disturb him, you wagged your finger, lifting your boyfriend up. Once he was in the air, you pulled the comforter and blanket back manually. Then, with silent prayers to the Lord, you eased your lovely man down before tucking him in.

You then placed a gentle kiss on his forehead, clicked the lights off with a snap of your fingers, and walked to your side of the bed. The minute you got under and became comfortable, Leedo swung his arm around your waist. You smiled to yourself, feeling utterly content with your life.

“You know,” you hear him say, almost jumping out of your skin, “you’re very lucky I trust you ‘cause I was definitely having a heart attack up there.”

You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing. Leedo immediately joined you.

Keonhee

“Give it back to me, Keon!” You yelled, chasing after the boy who stole your plushie.

“But it’s so cute! And you said we could co-parent!” He yelled back.

“But I never said that you could keep him! You had him for two nights!” you whined.

“Which is why one more night won’t hurt!” He dodged you, running out of the kitchen.

Finally reaching your highest level of irritation, you snapped your fingers. Keonhee stopped running, the boys on the couch held still. The birds flying across your window froze in mid-air.

With a victorious smile on your face, you sauntered over to your mischievous boyfriend. You took your plushie out from his grip and, for good measures, smacked him with it.

You then sat down in the loveseat and leaned back. You smugly snapped your fingers once more, causing the world around you to resume like nothing happened.

Keonhee was still in the motions of running but stopped at the threshold upon seeing he held nothing in his large hands. He whipped his head around the room, obviously looking for your shared plushie, when his eyes finally stopped on you.

You waved innocently. You gripped your plushie close to your chest.

Keonhee caught on quickly and whined, stomping his feet like a child. “That’s not fair, y/n! You cheated!”

You snickered. “There were never any rules in play, HeeHee. I simply played smartly.” You shot him a wink before fully reclining back in the couch.

In moments like this, you were grateful for your magical abilities.

Hwanwoong

You were watching your boyfriend practice relentlessly. Sweat was dripping off from him as he danced. He was trying to get as much of the dance down, even though he was superb in the choreography. He just kept thinking that it wasn’t good enough.

You were becoming worried that he was pushing himself too hard. He was trying to reach a level of perfection he already excelled in. But, telling him that was like talking to brick wall. But then at least the wall knew how to hold still.

“Woongie,” you called. You already knew what you were gonna get in response but, it didn’t hurt to retry.

Like before, you were met with silence. Hwanwoong was deep in his head, shutting out every kind of noise that could distract him.

You huffed in annoyance. You simply wanted your boyfriend to take a breather. The last break he took was legitimately hours ago. And during that time you have been trying to capture his attention to no avail.

Finally, you had enough. You knew that he would probably get aggravated with you but you didn’t care. Hwanwoong was putting his health in jeopardy. Inevitably, he was going to pass out from exhaustion.

You stood up from your spot on the floor and walked over to your still-dancing boyfriend. He took no notice of you behind him.

You yanked him by his shoulder, causing him to spin toward you. With not a second to waste, you took hold of his face and planted your lips on top of his. You focused on the softness of his lips, pushing away the fact that you could feel every sweat drop on his handsome face. But, even then, you didn’t care.

Soon enough you felt Hwanwoong’s lips relax against yours. His hands took purchase on your hips, squeezing them lovingly. You smiled victoriously.

You broke the kiss, provoking the boy to follow after your lips like a baby to a pacifier. You held back a giggle.

“Let’s go home, Woongie.” You stared lovingly into your boyfriend’s eyes. “There’s always tomorrow. And you can try to find mistakes in your dancing all you want but, I see nothing less than perfection. So, please, stop pushing yourself to utter exhaustion. It’s not healthy and you could really hurt yourself. Then how would you practice, hm?”

Hwanwoong averted his eyes from yours. You saw the resignment before he could say anything.

“Come on.”

With his gym bag on, Hwanwoong opened the door for you before turning the lights off and following close behind you. You didn’t have any sort of magical powers, but you certainly had your boyfriend under your spell.

Xion

(I legit squealed at this gif 😍 Seeing idols eat automatically make them cute®)

Xion watched you adoringly as your slept soundly next to him. He ran his fingers through your hair, combing it away from your face. A gentle smile graced his face, his eyes studying you like an artist would a painting. You were utterly gorgeous in his eyes, and no one could tell him otherwise.

As you continued to snooze, Xion decided to make you breakfast in bed. He figured you deserved it after passing all your exams (honestly you deserved the whole world for simply breathing in his mind).

However, Xion wasn’t that great of a chef. All he could do well in was a bowl of cereal. But, then, his eyes drifted over to your wand, which happened to be laying on your nightstand. He knew he shouldn’t touch it due to it being your property, and he would need to ask you first, and due to the fact that he doesn’t own any magical abilities. To try to use the wand would bring inevitably bad outcomes for a mortal like him. But, he really wanted to make you a wonderful breakfast. So, he took it, hoping to God that you wouldn’t be too mad.

In a matter of thirty minutes, the poor boy was screaming for help. Everything turned bad the minute he tried to crack eggs. From then on, he almost caused a fire from toasting bread, he caused the pancakes to stick to the ceiling, and he managed to make the bacon and sausage talk.

You ran down the stairs and grabbed ahold of the doorway. Your body was swaying due to getting out of the bed too fast and your eyes were wild with worry. But, once your eyes landed on your wand, which was tightly gripped in Xion’s hand, they held pure anger.

“Xion, what would possess you to take my wand?” You yelled. “Are you insane? You could hurt yourself! Or worst!”

You hurried over and snatched the wand out of his hand, and in a blink of an eye, everything was back to normal. With one wave of the wand, light came from the tip of it, causing every food that was ruined to disappear in thin air. Xion’s jaw dropped, his eyes big as fish bowls. You never failed to amaze him.

“Xion,” you called softly.

Xion instantly hung his head. He knew what he did was wrong and he couldn’t help but be sorry. From seeing your distressed state at the threshold, he could tell that you bolted out of bed upon his yells and probably almost broke your ankle from your speedy descent down the stairs. His heart was mercilessly squeezed with guilt upon the image of seeing you hurt from his impetuous actions.

Xion was startled out of his thoughts as he felt soft hands take hold of his face. He looked up and immediately met your eyes. They no longer held anger, instead, they held kindness and love.

“Baby, telling from the food, I know that you were making me breakfast. But, darling, using my wand to achieve that was reckless. Using such a powerful thing as a mortal is dangerous. What would I do with myself if you got hurt, or worse? Babyboy, I can’t lose you. Not ever. I would be utterly lost if I did.”

Xion nodded his head solemnly. He couldn’t agree more because he felt the same way about you. He wouldn’t be able to live if you got hurt in any way.

You then pulled his face down, peppering it with kisses. A smile slithered across your boyfriend’s face, leading him to pull your body flush against his. He was deeply joyful that you were no longer upset.

You rubbed his back and placed a loving kiss on his neck before pulling away from his tight embrace. You smiled up at him before beginning to speak. “Let’s restart on this breakfast, yeah?”

Overjoyed, Xion nodded his head vigorously. You giggled at his giddiness before grabbing a new box of pancake mix.

Your boyfriend really wished to surprise you with breakfast in bed. However, making breakfast with you by his side was definitely enjoyable as well.

A/N: Annnddd DONE! Again, I am soooo sorry that you had to wait so long for your request to be done my love! I sincerely am sorry. Nonetheless, I hope you enjoyed it and, please, when I open requests again, don’t be afraid to write another 💓

#requested #i feel so bad for lagging behind my requests #im so sorry #oneus imagines #oneus reactions #oneus scenarios #kpop imagines #kpop reactions #kpop scenarios

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