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jakexneytiri · 1 year

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hii here are some ideas/deets from my last request <3

- scenario where y/n has like a super rough pregnancy and she’s always sick and vomiting. Lots of fluff but also kind of angst idk??!! the kids are worried abt her and neteyam as well so he takes on all 4 kids by himself and lets y/n rest

- neteyam and y/n have their 5th baby and the details on the birth and all the other kids meet the baby and its just a lot of fluff!! and jake and neytiri meet the baby too as well as loak, kiri, tuk

IM SO EXCITED IF U WRITE THESE OMG AND TAKE UR TIME <3

AWEEE i love your mind! (the second part of your request is comingggg, i’ll post it when it’s finished :D)

in sickness and in health

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a sharp jolt of pain surges through your abdomen, forcing you awake as you sit up, wincing. you gently place your hand on your lower stomach, feeling strong kicks right where your hand is placed. you begin to take short, shallow breaths, as another kick lands just below your ribcage.

your mouth begins to salivate as you grab the pot closest to you. you knew the feeling all too well. it’s been happening every morning for the past several months. sweat beads on your forehead, collecting and dripping down your face, while your entire body feels like it’s overheating. that familiar feeling returns to the back of your throat, causing you to gag. you begin dry heaving, which turns into vomiting everything you consumed the night prior.

meanwhile, neteyam is just outside of your marui, peeking through the flap every now and then to keep an eye on you. truthfully, he’s been worried sick about you, especially these past few months. you both are familiar with all the symptoms of pregnancy. you’ve been pregnant four times now. but it’s never been this bad. so, he decided to give neytiri a page through his throat comm, hoping she might have some answers to your worsening symptoms.

“mother, is this normal?…yes, she’s still getting sick. it’s every morning, i thought you said that would stop. i don’t know what to do, how to help her…i feel so useless. i just want to ease her pain, please…” his voice cracks with his last beg. “please help me help h-” his ears perk up to the sound of you vomiting. “i must go. it is happening again. please send grandmother!”

neteyam quickly opens the flap, seeing you doubled over, emptying the contents of your stomach into the pot he set aside for you. guilt courses through him, settling like a rock in the bottom of his stomach as he hastily makes his way to you.

you feel your mate’s warm hand run along your back, attempting to comfort you while his other hand holds the braids out of your face. once you’re certain you’ve thrown up everything in your system, you sit back against the wall of your home.

neteyam goes to move the pot outside, as to not make you more nauseous. he grabs a bowl of water as he makes his way back to you, guilt clawing at his insides.

you slightly pull your knees to your chest, as best as you can with being pregnant, and bury your face in your arms, sobbing.

neteyam kneels beside you, gently placing a hand on your shoulder. it broke his heart in two seeing you like this.

just then, you hear the flap to your marui open, revealing your four children, with jake, neytiri, and mo’at. neteyam looks up, glaring at his mother and father, speaking through gritted teeth. “i thought you weren’t supposed to be back for a few more hours.”

“yeah, we weren’t expecting this either. it’s an emergency, we gotta go.” jake quickly says, holding the flap open.

“what? dad-sir…i’m not leaving her!” neteyam begins to raise his voice, fist clenched at his side as his other hand is still rubbing your back.

“neteyam.” neytiri gently says. “we would not ask if it was not necessary.”

you give your mate’s arm a gentle squeeze, silently encouraging him to go. “it is all right,” you speak, your voice extremely hoarse. “grandmother is here, i’ll be okay.”

“we gotta go, now!” jake’s yelling now, and neteyam stands, quickly grabbing his bow before kneeling to kiss your forehead. “i love you. i’m so sorry, i’ll be back soon, okay?”

Neteyam turns one last time to lock eyes with you, before being yanked away by his parents.

“mama? where’s daddy going?” se’ayl asks, looking at the flap where her grandparents and father just exited.

i want to go with him!” tsantu states, a firm grip on the bow strung around his shoulder.

“mom, i’m tired.” txonuk yawns, stretching his arms above his head and curling up to your side.

nima gently stretches her hands over your protruding stomach, shifting them around a few inches. “wanna feel kicks!”

“children, please!” mo’at exclaims. “let your mother rest.” she begins taking out herbs and plants from her satchel, mixing them with water in a large bowl.

“it’s all right…” you say weakly. “daddy’s going hunting with grandma and grandpa, he’ll be back soon. you can’t go with him, it’s only a trip for adults. you know what, txonuk? mama’s sleepy too. how about we all lay down for a nap, and when we wake up, grandpa grandma and daddy will all be back!”

you shift forward slightly, so your head is resting on your pillow instead of your back. txonuk curls right up to your side, draping your arm over himself like a blanket. se’ayl and tsantu follow, laying beside you comfortably. nima rests her head on your stomach, ear perked up against your skin to “listen” to the baby. mo’at raises the bowl she’s been preparing to your lips. “drink, child. it will help with the nausea.”

you lift your head up, parting your lips just enough for the cool liquid to ease its way down your throat. “thank you, grandmother.”

mo’at nods, setting the bowl aside. “you may rest, i will keep watch until they return.”

“no, no…i can………..stay……………….awake…….” your eyelids droop with exhaustion as you speak, and as you speak your last word, they stay closed. you finally succumb to a comfortable sleep, as you wait for your mate to return.

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koolades-world · 3 months

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Hello is hug deprived anon again (this might be becoming my name oh no) and I’ve had an idea

I’m sure we can all agree that mammon deserves all the love, especially because his brothers are too mean to him, they pretend they don’t love him too constantly

So, what if Mammon is away for a week, doing photoshoots or dealing with witches or something, and MC is moping because they miss him,, like, they keep turning to their side to whisper to him and then like deflating when they see no Mammon,, and like, reaching out on that side to hold his hand and then being confused when there’s nothing there, and then they realize :( maybe they stole his blanket from his room because it smells like him, so it’s the best substitute for Mammon hugs while he’s away

Maybe Beel (idk if any of the other bros would be nice enough to tell him) is texting him like “your human is too sad come back soon” and sending him pictures of MC doing this stuff

When Mammon returns MC jumps on him for hugs like “you’re home!!!!!”

Idk I think he’d cry

I think he would feel very loved and probably also cry abt it

What you think? What do you think he’d do?

(If you choose not to write anything about this no worries obviously) (but I eventually might lol I think it’d be very cute and make him very happy to have someone who really misses him when he’s away)

HI!! haha if you want and plan to request more, feel free to pick an anon name! or I could just call you something like hug LOL

wayyy back when I first got into obey me in like 2021, there was this one specific fic I read kind of similar to his idea where mammon was upset at be mistreated and mc stood up for him and it was this cute bonding moment, and this request kinda reminded me of that!! gonna try to channel it a little bit

this idea is literally so cute and I'd be happy to write it! it makes my brain like a cat who has the zoomies hehe enjoy :D

How Ironic

You watched agonizingly as the clock ticked by even slower than usual. You'd been trying to do some sort of work, or anything other than stare at the damned clock forever now, but you just couldn't focus.

It had been exactly four days, six hours, and fifteen minutes and counting since Mammon had left for a week long promotional photoshoot in another ring of hell. You had your sad, but sweet send off and you promise yourself that time apart might be good for you. After all, it always felt like you could never get anything done with Mammon around. Yet, here you were, staring blankly at a clock with a blank piece of paper and pen in front of you.

Finally deciding to throw in the towel for now, you got up from your desk in your room. A walk to a local convivence store was in order. Snacks and fresh air wasn't a combo you could pass up. On your way out, you passed the door to his room which was slightly ajar. You briefly had the thought to poke your head in and ask him if he wanted to come, before remembering that he wouldn't be in there. You continued your walk to the front door, where you put on your shoes and grabbed a bag that had a few necessities in it for the short journey.

Thankfully, you hadn't passed any of his brothers on the way there, meaning you didn't have to explain yourself or have them ask to tag along. While you enjoyed their company, they weren't Mammon. If you needed help, you could always summon one of them thanks to the pacts, but you needed this short walk to clear your head.

The air was unfortunately stifling and overly humid outside, making you glad you were dressed light. It was basically just your pajamas but when you went out with Mammon, the two of you did this every time. As you autopiloted to your favorite corner store, your thoughts wandered back to Mammon again. You wondered how he was doing and if he missed being at home. You couldn't blame him if he didn't and hoped he was enjoying his time away from home as much as you wished he was by your side.

Once you got to the store, you wandered around for a bit, debating what to get. After grabbing a small basket, you began to pile in various things that sounded good. Once the basket was full, you came to the realization that all the snacks were Mammon's favorites; hell sauce flavored instant noodles, Chaos Devil Cider and ginger ale to mix, Devilbee honey popcorn, and a variety pack of Devildom gummies. This is what he introduced you to the first time you did a snack run together. You decided, in light of this discovery, to buy extras for him for when he got back. You figured he would enjoy it and it was the least you could do to thank him for introducing you to so many tasty things you would've not tried otherwise. Once you checked out, you returned back to the House of Lamentation with a new skip in your step.

You made your way back up to your room, and passed the ajar door of Mammon's room again. Memories of the two of you together flooded back again, and you couldn't help but step in. Just being in his room was like he was really right next to you again. You couldn't help but sit on his sofa and think about how much you missed him even though it hadn't even been a full week. His absence made you realize how much you missed his presence. After a moment, you decide to leave the snacks you bought for him on his bedside table so his brothers were less likely to wander in and find them before him.

As you were setting down everything you'd gotten for him, you something caught your eye just about to fall off the end of his bed. After you picked it off the edge of his bed, you realized it was the hoodie he always wore around the house. It was faded from lots of usage and the strings were fraying. You knew it smelt like his cologne and his shampoo from all of the tight embraces he'd given you while wearing it. You for sure thought he would've taken it with him, but it looked as if he had thrown it off last minute and thrown it on his bed without looking back.

Looking around as if someone might be watching (which could very well be the case since Lucifer was notoriously quiet), you pulled it to your chest and deeply inhaled. Of course, there was the chance that it was dirty, but you couldn't care less. It wasn't anything you hadn't seen of him before. Since there really wasn't anything stopping you, you took it back to your room with you. You weren't even really that cold, in all honesty. It was more of the idea that he was right next to you since it smelt just like him.

You continued your night like you had before you left, just with his hoodie on. You were magically much more productive wearing it and you managed to get several things done. Usually, you would be chatting with Mammon on the phone at about this time to talk about how your days were, but he was unfortunately busy with something work related. Instead, you decided to send him a sweet goodnight text and send a picture of your set up with the food and the show you've been watching one episode at a time. Not expecting a response before you called it a night, you turn your phone off and focused on eating and watching tv.

Beel wasn't sure what woke him up first: his stomach or Mammon blowing up his phone. Sitting up in his bed, he peered at his screen, squinting at it. He had at least twenty texts from his brother asking him to check on Mc for him after they hadn't responded to his texts. He wasn't sure if Mammon knew they were probably asleep or if he was just worrying for no reason. Either way, he decided to check on them for him anways. After his kitchen run, of course.

After letting Mammon know, he got out of bed and left his room. On his way to the kitchen, however, he ended up following the smell of cup noodles to Mc's room. There, he was able to complete both of his missions. He snapped a picture of Mc fast asleep with a couple half finished snacks, then took the snacks. Mission complete.

Mammon was only halfway through the only kind of dumb business dinner when he spammed Beel about Mc. He was more worried than he would admit to himself about them. He knew it was probably nothing and that they had fallen asleep, but Beel was usually awake at this time eating anyways. The food was nice and he was the star of the show, but the dinner was much too stifling for his taste. Most importantly, it was cutting into his precious time with Mc, something he looked forward to at the end of every day. He loved getting to hear their voice after being away from them for so long. He missed getting to see them in person, but getting to hear them was next best.

As he was poking at his food, he finally got the response he was waiting hand and foot on. Beel had responded with just an image at first, so he scrambled to open it. He breathed a sigh of relief. It was a picture of his beloved Mc fast asleep in their bed. You looked so peaceful but your face was barely visible because of the hood pulled up over your eyes. After squinting, he realized the hoodie you were wearing looked oddly familiar. He realized that that was his hoodie, the one he'd left on his bed when he was late the morning he left.

He could barely contain his excitement and it must had been evident on his face since those around him glanced at him, and then between each other a few times. He saved the photo to his phone, and texted Beel back a thanks. As everyone talked around him, he debating asking to leave the shoot early right then and there. If he left right now, he would be able to make it home before you woke up. While he entertained this thought for a while, eventually he decided to stick it out since there were only a few days left. As soon as he was allowed to leave, however, he would buy you something with the paycheck he'd be given. Something nice, maybe a gold bracelet that would remind you of him when you see it. He spent the rest of the night thinking, then dreaming about you. He could only hope you were doing the same. (you were <3)

After those final two and a half agonizing days and many texts later, it was finally time for Mammon to return home. For now, he decided to leave his car parked just outside the house, since he may or may not have been planning to take you out to dinner later that day. As soon as he walked in the door, one of his suitcases in tow, something, or rather someone, attacked him with a flying hug. At first, he was processing the situation as Mc began to squeal and squeeze him as tight as they could into a hug. He wasn't really sure where they had come from, but he knew who it was as soon as their arms were around him.

"MAMMON!" Mc swung the both of them around, buzzing with excitement. "Diavolo, I missed you so much. I don't want to let go of you. If you don't take me with you next time, I might die of sadness and loneliness!" Their arms were around his neck, and their face in his chest. He finally let go of his suitcase and hugged them back. He held them close, shutting his eyes for a moment to take it all in.

"I missed ya too. 's good to be back." He, again, couldn't stop the smile from growing on his face. His brothers never expressed themselves the way Mc was to him in that moment, so he wasn't quite sure how to feel. They never seemed excited to see him, so it was so refreshing to see Mc visibly excited and made him feel truly loved. All their time apart was worth moments like these.

As MC was squealing, a few of his brothers began to gather around the foyer around them. Perhaps they heard them, or maybe they knew he'd be back today at around this time. Either way, he waved at them, still keeping an arm around Mc.

"Guys! Mammon is back." Mc nuzzled his neck, still holding onto him.

"We can see that." Belphie remarked, sounding unamused. Mammon's smile faded a little. So, they didn't care that he was back, did they? He should've expected that from them. Actually, they probably wished he'd been gone for longer with the way they treated him sometimes.

"I talked to you guys about this. I don't expect you to do what I'm doing, but you need to show him you're happy he's back. You can't lie, he's irreplaceable! I don't know what I'd do without him, and I missed him so much." Just like that, Mc's words lifted him back up. Suddenly, he was no longer upset that his brothers didn't care. He had the attention and care from the person he thought about the entire time he was gone. "Shame on you all. Don't expect me to talk to you for the next few days. Let's get your things from the car, and go upstairs. We have so much to catch up on!" Mc only let go of his neck to grab his hand instead. They dragged him back out of the house, shutting the door with their foot behind the two of them.

"Mc, ya didn't have to do all that fer me..." Mammon glanced back at the shut door. His brothers didn't open it, or try to follow them.

"But I did! You're my first man, after all. I really can't express how much I missed you and just saying it doesn't feel like enough." They reached into the trunk of his car to begin taking out his suitcases. Mammon moved them aside gently, not wanting them to do even more for him that he felt as if he didn't deserve.

Mammon was silent for a moment, then decided to go digging through his backpack for the bracelet he'd bought for you. He hoped it would make it easier to tell you how he felt. "Here, this is fer you." He presented the small, black box to them. Looking caught off guard, they accepted it and opened it carefully. Your mouth dropped open as you saw the golden piece of jewelry he bought for you on the drive back.

"Mammon! This is beautiful. Thank you so much! But, I don't understand why. What's the occasion?" You removed it from the box and held it up to the light to study it. Several small charms hung off of it.

"That's the thing. There isn't one." He took a deep breath and looked down at his feet before continuing. "I just... yer so good to me. Ya texted me daily, called me daily, thought about me while I was gone, and even waited fer me like that so ya could surprise me when I got back. Ya care, and I know I'm not the best with showin' I care and it makes me feel shitty. Thank you, fer everythin'. I really missed ya." He couldn't see how Mc reacted, but was essentially tackled into another hug again by them.

"Mams, you show me you care in little ways. Just because you don't say it, doesn't mean that you don't. You just being back here with me is more than enough." He immediately thought about how ironic the entire situation was. He never actually told them how he felt and treated them like garbage sometimes, and he thought it might've been pushing the person he cared for most away, but really, he never had to worry about that. he'd never considered that they could see past his inability to admit his feelings. He hugged them back, savoring the moment since this time they were alone.

"Thank you Mc." He held back happy tears.

"No, thank you! Thank you for always being by my side. Now, instead of actually unpacking, let's just lock the car and sneak back inside. Maybe they'll eventually feel sorry and come looking for us, but we'll actually be hiding right under their noses. It'll be like a spy mission." Mc giggled leaning back to see his face. Mammon let them look him in the eyes, glistening tears and all.

"Yeah, let's do that. We can watch that movie ya wanted to watch and just share headphones." He found himself joining in with the quiet laughing along to something he wasn't sure either of them really understood. Something he did understand however, was that he knew he was loved back by the one he loved the most, and couldn't ask for more.

#almost published this unfinished and with all the notes I leave to myself #wouldve been so embarrased #if i have a million ideas but no time i just kinda word vomit it all out so later me can use the ideas in the way now me intended #and so i don't forget lol #i'm very forgetful lol #hug deprived anon!#obey me #obey me!#obey me x reader #obey me beel #obey me mammon #grr had a whole battle with the divider the entire time I wrote #not proofread lol #omswd #obey me shall we date #obey me mc

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cupidl0vesy0u · 16 days

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i would like to know more abt ur origins au i love origins

Thank you a lot :D here’s some other ideas I thought of.

TW : little bit of death mention

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Tommy

The color of his feathers are from Kristin. After he got revived they turned more dark and his ear-wings become permanently shorter.

His markings wouldn’t start to grow until he’s older, but because he died before that they showed after his revival that made his stop mentally aging but some of his features did changed after some years flew by.

Not only his wings changed, his eyes did too. Even though both Kristin’s and Philza’s eyes glow in dark, Tommy’s started to glow even in daylight.

His skin become more sensitive to sun so he had to wear protection. Philza used blanket he gave to Tommy when he was born, to make cape for his son to wear. Tommy usually wears the cape and hat that has veil on it.

Because of revival Tommy never got a proper grave, but he did saw a unfinished grave stone with his name on it in basement.

Just some other ideas

Death family lives in tree house which has more rooms in the trunk of the tree.

It doesn’t look like it, but Philza is more clingy then Missa. He loves when Missa preens his wings or they cuddle in fluffy pillows by the fireplace.

Philza has flower tattoos on his back which represents people he cares about.

Philza loves to do tapestry (mostly because I love the tapestry that is in movie Brave), he still has one that got unfinished after the tragedy.

Phil didn’t have the perfect childhood after his parents abandoned him in the nest, when he was older he met Techno who helped him after he had the same happened to him. Techno is bunny hybrid (maybe part piglin ?).

After Tommy was born Techno left to explore and look for other hybrids who might need safe space to live in. (He visit more often now to help out)

Missa loves to teach Spanish, Tallulah is the one who picked on it the most while Tommy and Philza are falling behind.

Chayanne started to love cooking after he helped Phil with soup that helped uncle Techno with fever. His favorite things to cook are family dinners when they all chat and eat together.

He loves to go out to swim with Niki, they talk about flowers and baking receipts. Chayanne started to rewrite some of his books on waterproof paper so Niki can read some stories she can’t get on her own.

Niki is quite skilled with swords even with her being water creature, she talks about beautiful fencer she meet on her adventures. Before she met Techno and came here.

Missa loves give Phil small kisses when he or Missa are upset, while Philza wears a lot of Missa’s shirts.

They write each other a small love letters every month to show how much they appreciate each other. Because both of them are stupid and think the other one doesn’t like them back.

They have a small shrine made for Kristin to thank her for protecting them all. And for her to have easier way out to visit.

Sneeg has now his wife and daughter here too :D (I be honest I just wanted to draw them three as little bug family).

Sometimes Sneeg hides in small areas and when you other residents find him he makes sound like Korok (Yahaha!), you don’t get something in return though, he steals something from you. (Mostly sugar or sweets but PSSST)

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becauseplot · 3 months

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*returns to yours* I HAVE THOUGHTS! NOT COHERENT ONES TOO SLEEPY AND NEED TO SAVE COHERENCY BUT THOUGHTS!!! MOSTLY ABOUT ISLAND TEAPARTIES AFTER THE KIDS ARE ASLEEP WHERE CELLBIT AND PHILZA DRINK TEA AND PHILZA TEACHES CELLBIT ABOUT STARS AND CELLBIT SLOWLY GETS BACK INTO HIS ENIGMAS AND THEY BOTH BITCH ABOUT TEA BUT DRINK IT ANYWAY BECAUSE IT HAS GOOD STATS

YEAAH!! YEAHHH!!! Okay okay okay so I meant to ramble more earlier when you initially responded to my ask and then I got sleepy and conked out and now it's super early for me, nailed it lmaooo. so anyway just like a couple things i noticed abt this scene *rolls out a scroll of notes, the bottom hits the floor and bounces out the door cartoon-style*

Chayanne gives Cellbit a rose!! Idk if Rose still has influence here (I'll have to sift through Phil's VOD to see if he says anything abt Rose, yesterday I mainly watched Cellbit's POV) but he's protected now!! That kinda folds him into Phil's "closer" circle of friends/family since it's primarily them who carries the roses for protection so!!!!! I'm!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THE TEA!! Yes the tea the way the tea immediately broaches the topic of purgatory, and yeah the audible wince in Phil's voice after Cellbit says the tea triggers him and Phil agrees. Yeah it's so shit and they're both so sick of it but it's so OP. Phil survivalist (hardcore) :handshake: Cellbit survivalist (hunger games/"The War"), do and use what is necessary to keep yourself alive.

And AAA!! Yes, okay okay so like you remember that idea abt Phil and Cellbit having late-night convos at the Order pre-purgatory? This is basically that!! It's late at night, they're getting caught up with each other, they've both got the shitass tea and it's going cold and!! In my head this scene goes on for a full night and they just sit and talk and talk and talk, eventually conking out when it's late, just like old times EXCEPT THEY HAVE THEIR KIDS NOW WHICH IS ONE OF THE THINGS THAT BROUGHT THEM TOGETHER, THEIR DESIRE TO FIND THEIR KIDS, AND THEY FOUND THEM!!! (I should write a fic i NEED to write a fic, me vs the 754389 wips in my brain; in my head they still had late night convos in purgatory when their "play time" timers lined up, phil waking up early enough and cellbit staying up late enough for them to talk while the others slept)

The way Cellbit still minces his words abt what he and Bags did post-purg 1 "we had our fun...bolas...style..." is it because he thinks Phil will think less of him? because there's children present? because his SON is present? idk how much Richas knows abt what Cellbit did in purgatory, Richas *did* rescue him while he was fighting eye workers but does he know about Cellbit hunting fellow players for sport? what Cellbit did to his pai Pac? I NEED ANSWERS

Phil's "Dude! No! Oh my god... D:" to when Cellbit says Roier was better off without him. PHIL WAS AT THEIR WEDDING. HE TOOK THE GODDAMN PHOTOS OF THEM AT THEIR WEDDING. HE SAW HOW HAPPY THEY WERE, HOW HAPPY ROIER WAS, WHEN THEY WERE REUNITED IN PURGATORY. Phil isn't close enough to Roier nor speaks to him enough to really understand the full extent of Roier's grief after purgatory 1, but it's gotta be hard for Phil to imagine Roier happy with Cellbit gone. Whether he believes it when Cellbit says "yeah Roier told me he was better" (doied WHEN I GET YOU---) is up for debate but I think about this constantly.

Phil fucking laughing when Cellbit admits he ate some of the eye workers fhdjsk. I can't get over the combo of Cellbit POV (in character thinking: "I'm terrible I'm a cannibal I'm a monster") vs Philza POV (cc who laughs at everything that is even remotely cursed) honestly, taking this as in-character (bc ccPhil doesn't mute his mic to laugh and he...usually does that for ooc bits while in the middle of rp), it says a lot abt qPhil that he's able to just laugh abt an admission of eating corpses. ethics who? geneva convention who? qPhil doesn't know her. munch on those eye workers king they're dickheads. (fuck, DOES qPhil know that Cellbit is a cannibal, as in, he has eaten not just workers but other players?? hmmm...)

"I'm sorry I couldn't do much as bolas leader" "It's better that you didn't see us...I think you'll be disappointed" "oh I could never be disappointed what do you mean shut up *laughs*" GODDDDDDDD also Cellbit trying to say he got worse after purg 1 and Phil saying "nah bolas is already at ground level" (either not understanding or indirectly reiterating that he won't condemn Cellbit for his actions, I can't tell) and then Cellbit just,, going with it. because it's not worth it to argue and he's trying to move past all of that now anyway. (QCELLBIT PROCESS YOUR TRAUMA CHALLENGE LEVEL IMPOSSIBLE)

watching Phil's POV now and HFDJSK you can't hear it on Cellbit's stream but Phil catches Richas as they're both leaving and says quietly, "Take care of your dad, Richas, n' take care." I'M 💥💥💥💥 (<-banging table)

Anyway!! This is what happens when the two characters I'm obsessed with interact for the first time in months. Over-analyzing a 5 minute convo. Sorry, it will happen again :] Praying they stay as neighbors I'd love to see archivists have more interactions!! And yes yes yes yes the tea parties with the kids!! Phil routinely chatting with Cellbit and watching him slowly "regain his color" as he settles back into peaceful life post-purgatory, falls in love with enigmas again. They've always trusted each other when they don't trust themselves, and they're both a Stable Point for the other. I'll miss what we never got to have with the leaders-of-the-Order-having-meetings ideas (timezones, wails) but I'm so excited for new island mysteries!! :D

#qsmp #archivists #asks for curly #istg the bulleted list was actually supposed to be short but uh. yeah. im nothing if not long-winded.#see the issue is that i know a good amt abt qphil #and a *pretty* decent amt abt qcellbit (language barrier *is* still there so i can't claim to fully understand his pov without help from-#-community analysis/translation) and so i can just kinda. talk abt them both. a lot.#there's fs details and nuances im missing but im trying!!#stream live translation is soooo helpful omg. alsocellbit streams for so long so frequently so its hard to catch every detail myself #also side note: is it still fanon that cell ate pacs leg? saw a post a while ago saying that it's technically fanon. idk if it's true-#-and i have no source so. shrug.

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69dias · 1 year

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jjk drabble: tease

a/n: perhaps writers block has killed me for real and I am SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SORRY!!!! i cooked this up on the first hour of a plane to New York and it was originally abt our wonderful liverpool RB Trent AA but alas … jungkook gets the crown. enjoy.

warnings: app control vibrator, fucking in public, voyeurism and slight exhibitionism, slight d/s Dynamics (she calls him sir once it’s whatever), mean jungkook who is also very much a sweetheart, spitting (on da pussy WOAH) … I think that’s it

wc: 1.6k she’s a baby IM SORRY

jungkook is a tease. it’s one of the first things you learned about him, and it’s one of those things that you’ve grown to love, even if — especially if — they’ve been the causes of serious hitches in your relationship. other such things include his competitiveness, the little spirals of self-deprecation, all of them. but most of all, his tendency to tease you.

and though you’ve grown to love it, right about now is one of those times you realize why exactly it caused those hitches in your relationships because if he doesn’t let up in the next minute, you’re ready to go over to where he’s sitting and choke the life out of him.

surely, murders committed a thousand feet above international waters couldn’t have any real consequences, right?

to set the scene of your predicament, imagine three things: a flight to New York, a vibrator that connects to someone’s phone, and that someone, being jeon jungkook. the tease, who’s somehow managed to find the only way to make a first class flight uncomfortable.

you swear you’re going to kill him.

it’s not the fact that it feels bad in the slightest. lush manufacturing is incredible, and the small sparks of pleasure in between your thighs are enough proof of it. the vibrations can go up all the way, pulsing on top of your clit with scary accuracy — a preview of what jungkook promised you in exchange for this insane excapade — leaving you wet and sloppy until just crossing your legs would push you straight over the precipice of the edge, fuck the seatbelt sign preventing you from doing it, or they can be little thrums, mimicking soft kitten licks all over your heat, so good that they leave you arching your back to get a better angle —

no. it’s not that it feels bad.

it’s just that it could feel so much better if he would just let you cum.

but alas, he’s a fucking tease, and he knows you like the back of his own hand, down to the time it takes you to reach the point of no return. you’re sure he can see you, too, with where he’s sitting and how you can practically feel his vision sear into your skin which feels like it’s on fire as is. it practically hurts how close you are, nails digging into the palm of your hand to keep from moaning out loud — or worse, begging out loud.

if only you had the genius idea of a vibrating cock ring more than 30 minutes before leaving for the airport, jungkook would know exactly how tantalizing this felt for you.

the thing about being in such a vulnerable position, though, is the lack of jungkook’s presence. typically, when he’s beneath you, head caught between your thighs as he eats you out like it’s his last meal, or when he’s holding a toy to your clit until the last possible second, you know he’s right there. it’s the verbal affirmations: I got you, you’re doing incredible, that’s my girl, just a little more, just a little more for me, and the physical touch: a hand on your lower back or his lips ghosting over your boobs or just something aside from the surprisingly soft blanket draped across your thighs.

you pick up your phone to tell him this, to tell him to meet you in the bathroom or whatever he can manage because of the damn seatbelt sign, but it seems like he’s beat you to it.

JK💗: close, baby?

JK💗: look at you. you look so pretty from here.

JK💗: god, you’re perfect, aren’t you? just so pretty and pliant for me.

[__]: im going to murder you.

JK💗: that’s a bit rude, no?

JK💗: you think that’s what a good girl would say if she wanted to cum?

[__]: you’ve lost your mind . im so fucking Close this is unfair

JK💗: who said i’d be fair? i told you to be good, and you’re really not doing that right now

[__]: fuck you

[__]: no wait

JK💗: cmon honey. what do we say when we’ve been rude?

JK💗: I can see you reading these, baby. gotta give me an answer.

[__]: please, im sorry.

JK💗: attagirl, sweetheart. you wanna cum?

[__]: yeah

JK💗: what’s that?

[__]: yes, sir. please.

JK💗: look up, honey. seatbelt sign’s off. bathroom in 2?

he turns off the vibrations right as you tilt your head up to confirm that the sign has, indeed, been switched off. it’s well-earned relief, but the reminder that you’ve been so violently toyed with still covers your inner thighs and you’ve never missed something yet been so happy that it was finally gone before.

when you turn your head to jungkook’s seat, he’s no longer there, and the small pulse between your legs comes alive again as you realize what’s about to happen when you meet him in the bathroom.

two minutes is too long, far too long, but you’ve weathered the last half hour of torturous edging which has straight up convinced you that you could fight a war if you so pleased. you sneak a hand between your thighs, pressing ever so softly to somehow fuck the toy against you but it’s really to no avail because jungkook texts you just as you do.

JK💗: cmon honey, coast’s clear.

you don’t think you’ve ever moved that fast in your life.

—

jungkook, is, as it goes, just as generous as he is a tease.

you think it’s worth it, all of the torture and the feeling of having a high snatched from you so violently right when you’re at the precipice of it, your bitten lips and indented palms being physical proof of the denial you endured for so long —

it’s all worth it, every bit of it.

because jungkook is beneath you, caught between your legs, licking at your clit, the fabric that’s practically stuck to your skin from the arousal that dripped from you ever since he started the worst foreplay known to man pulled aside. he’s desperate too, and if you were to move your foot an inch to the left to rest on his thigh, you don’t have a doubt that you’d be met with his hardened dick, but you don’t give a fuck; relishing in the fact that he’s getting karma and you’re getting eaten out.

your hands are caught in his hair, pushing him impossibly closer as he tongue fucks you, his own fingers dimpling the skin of your bare thighs as he gives you all the touches you were missing just a few minutes ago. jungkook is big on eye contact, and the soft nipping at your clit is enough of a message for your head to snap down, meeting his large eyes from where he’s kneeling on the floor.

they’re red rimmed with his own carnal desire, pupils blown out as you can practically see how his jaw moves so he can give you exactly what you deserve —

“fuck, fuck, please — jungkook, please.”

he pulls away for a second, and a soft whine of disappointment colors the air at his absence. he doesn’t let you feel it for too long though, opting to plant a kiss on your inner thigh before he speaks.

“shhhh, baby. don’t wanna get banned from these airlines now, do we?” his voice has a humorous bite to it, but the demand from him is clear enough that you know not to disobey, clamping your own hand over your face to not make noise.

jungkook’s mouth on your pussy doesn’t fare better, though, the obscenely slick noises loud even through the faint ringing of your ears as you get closer to your high. he’s opted to just flick at your clit now, one of his fingers prodding at your entrance until you spread your legs like an absolute slut getting fucked in an airplane bathroom to grant him permission.

you don’t care, though, because all you can focus on is his warm mouth on you, all you can focus on is how his thick digit reaches just the right spot inside of you, all you can focus on is the way he slides another one in with ease that should be humiliating but you don’t care.

the coil in your stomach tightens and you know that he’s aware of this because his eyes darken; fingers pumping in and out of you with a renewed vigor and goal — to make you cum.

the previous highs that you were so meanly denied of come back to you, coiling in the tresses of your stomach as you realize how filthy, how risky this whole thing is.

it’s has you biting down on your palm, hips bucking into jungkook’s relentless mouth as he pulls your thighs impossible further apart, pulling away for just a split second to spit on your pussy like you’re nothing but a deserted street.

that does it for you; the dominance and the bit of dehumanization that should be demeaning but it’s nothing other than incredibly attractive. it has the coil snapping violently, tears spilling from your eyes as the vigor of your high finally reaches a climax, wracking through every nerve in your body until you have both of your hands pulled up to your face to stop the moans threatening to spill from your mouth.

he lets you ride his face through it, sticking his tongue out and slapping the side of your thighs so you keep looking at him until you exhaust yourself out.

the pulsating pleasure eventually dims itself down into a slow thrum that runs through your veins, colored in with a satisfying exhaustion that has you slumping into jungkook’s arms when he pulls himself up with a groan.

he kisses your temple, warm hand rubbing the small of your back through your (his) sweatshirt.

“that good enough, baby?”

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corallapis · 5 months

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hello!! sorry, i just finished watching new who and i am DYING for more thoschei content. i know classic who has more obviously but i heard there are like also books and audio dramas and comics and infinite other stuff (?) and i was wondering if you could recommend like a list of things to stream in order to get to know more of these two idiots (affectionate) as i am a bit lost in between all the content. or if you could point out a source where i can look that up for myself, it would be great as well! thank you so much in advance <3 and sorry if this seems silly i am v new to the fandom rip

hey anon!! no need to apologize, i'm honored this ask ended up in my inbox! :) and it's not silly at all, there's a LOT of stuff out there. which is wonderful! but can def be a bit bewildering, too.

i'd definitely recommend classic who as a place to start! don't feel like you need to go in headfirst w/ s1e1 tho. just jump in wherever interests you! if you'd like a slightly more curated d/m list:

terror of the autons/the mind of evil/the claws of axos: okay, so it was almost impossible for me not to just rec “all the three & delgado eps,” so have the first three & feel free to continue on if you find yourself loving them (you will)

the keeper of traken/logopolis/castrovalva: a proper lil trilogy of stories that gives us four -> five & beevers -> ainley

survival: the final dw ep! seven & ainley 😼

for some not-really-classic but still on-screen essentials:

the tv movie: aka “the enemy within.” eight & roberts 🐍

scream of the shalka: an animated webcast that at one point rly was the canonical ninth doctor. shalka!doctor (r. e. grant) & shalka!master (jacobi. yes, again. or previously, rather.)

the curse of fatal death: a comic relief sketch written by moffat which features a het version of d/m getting together romantically (now why does that sound familiar?)

for audios, here's a couple that are both standalone & very d/m-focused:

master: seven & beevers. a great audio ft. an origin story that is probably one of the most talked abt things on tumblr, so def check this one out!!

the last line: ten & jacobi. when you're on trial, who do you call for help? your best enemy, of course

blood of the time lords: four & dreyfus. a must-include for me personally bc it has one of my fave d/m concepts ever :)

for books, once you're in the deep end all the novelizations of the classic d/m eps can have great tidbits. some original story recs:

the dark path: two & “koschei.” another origin story that gave us that name for a pre-master master, written by our d/m comrade-in-arms david mcintee

harvest of time: three & delgado working together & confronting the past w/ a lovely dose of master angst

the infinity doctors: infinity & the magistrate <3. don't let these names or its timeline placement intimidate you, just go into it with the idea that this is an au (ish) where the doctor & the master both returned to gallifrey & you'll enjoy yourself!

and finally some comics:

flashback: another origin story which i've uploaded here :)

the eleventh doctor year two: the eleventh doctor confronts the time war ft. my fave lil guy the war child master!

doctor who: missy: aka “the master plan.” missy breaks delgado out of stormcage while pretending to be a version of the doctor he hasn't met yet

hopefully these will get you started! for even more, the main resource i use when looking for d/m stuff is the theory timelines for the master & the master's incarnations on the wiki! i just poke around & click links until i find something that sounds interesting! enjoy!!! :)

#doctor x master #dw #for tv: fmoviez.to / for audios: audiobookbay.is / for books: annas-archive.org / for comics: readcomiconline.li #or various drive folders you may find floating around

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theviridianbunny · 5 months

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CEREMONY AND DEVOTION

Viridian allows herself to be open to new ideas and experiences, after sharing an intimate secret with her lover… Jackie is more than happy to help his best girl feel good…

I’m usually rlly shy abt sharing my writing - but this fic has been a work of love for almost a year (thanks audhd) - it’s a Jackie x Viridian fic full of love and passion and soft spicy times and lots of communication and talking about feelings - I’m being brave and sharin this here -it’s not beta read, but still I really hope y’all enjoy 💖

This fic is intended for mature readers (18+ please!) fic under the cut - or can be found at my A03 here

“Can I tell you a secret Jac…” Viridian asked, laying still on the bed, her gaze up to the ceiling. Eyes wandering over the ring of electronic advertising. . Jackie sat on the edge, kicking off his boots..

It had been a quiet day for the pair, having collected the bounty for a gig, they;d spent the late afternoon getting street food and then went for a drink at the afterlife. Returning home for a quiet time together…

“Always… What’s on your mind?”

“OK- but before I tell you- please don’t laugh-” Viridian’s tone sounded… sheepish.

“Why would I laugh?” he asked, inquisitively raising an eyebrow. Looking across to her.

He smiled, Viridian smiled, shrugging….

“I-” the corpo stopped for a moment- thinking to herself- and then spoke. “I don’t know- it’s just- i I just-” She huffed.

Why were words so hard?

“Sorry- I’m overthinking again- I-.. I’m just worried you’ll laugh and judge me- even though I know logically you would not- ”

Viridian felt the weight on the bed shift-. Her love laying back next to her.

Just millimetres away from each other as Jackie took a hold of her cybernetic hand. His thumb making small circles, the corpo feeling the anxiety drift away- as the Merc took her hand to his lips and kissed the back of it gently.

Times like these, she was glad she’d invested in the nerve patch for the arasaka cyber arms…

“Would never judge you cariño, you said it yourself!” He smiled.

“Now… go on… what’s your secret..” he prompted softly

"Well-"

A blush creeping across Viridian’s face. She took a moment to find her words before she spoke.

“There are… things I’ve never done…” her cybernetic hand coming to her face as she spoke, scratching at her skin for a moment.

Stopping and wincing as she felt herself dig a little too hard at her skin- almost an anxiety response

Her gaze away from Jackie’s eyes, still to the ceiling as she spoke

“Things I’ve never done..uh-.. Sexual things-” she explained. Going quiet.

“Like…?” he asked

She swallowed-

"Uh-uhm… Remember that braindance I sent you last week?" Viridian asked.

Jackie nodded " oh- the one where that babe gets eaten out,right?"

"Yeah- that's the one"

How could he have forgotten? The brain dance Viridian had shown him that it was a truly sexy affair. A high class braindance, more soft intimacy than straight up porn. One of Viridian’s favourites. It depicted a passionate moment between lovers. Shot from the point of view of the woman- her partner serving her every want and need. Giving her pleasure.

A moment of quiet before Viridian continued .

“Uh-I’-I’ve never been eaten out-” she admitted, the words coming out of her mouth fast, almost too fast for her mind to keep up...

“I’ve never been eaten out- it’s something I have always wanted to do- but-” she took a quick breath “ but… I’ve always been too nervous thinking about the idea- or- or to as…- - but I feel safe with you Jac.. I trust you. I trust you…”

The weight on the bed shifted again, Jackie rolling to his side, to face his love. The two made eye contact, the merc shooting his love with this smile.

“I-I.. I know it’s ridiculous- gods I’m almost in my thirties and i’ve never been eaten out…” she berated- eye contact shifting from Jackie, back to the ceiling, the ring of adverts illuminating the otherwise darkening bedroom.

“Babe” Jackie started, his large hand cupping one of Viridian’s cheeks. “It’s not ridiculous- nothing is ever ridiculous with you…” his thumb gently brushed over a raised patch of skin on her jawline.

Jackie knew that his partner had a very complicated relationship with sex and her body as a whole.

“I’m honoured you feel like you can explore this with me” his voice was soft. Jackie noticed how Viridian’s gaze returned to meet his own. He noticed how she smiled, and how the white skulls where her pupils were oak brown pupils once were stuttered and glitched- all be it for just one moment.

She took a moment, edging herself closer to the larger man. She placed a soft kiss on Jackie's forehead. Her cybernetic hand tracing the cybernetic implants on his left cheek.

The glitching in her eyes was a subtle sign to her love that something was happening in that brain of hers- A soft smile over Jackie's lips. He could tell his love's brain was running a little too fast, so he took her hands in his.

“¿Sigues conmigo, cariño?” (Still with me sweetheart?') He asked, giving her hands a little squeeze

Viridian nodded "i- yes. I just… god the thought of you going down on me… it’s-…god, it’s so hot -" a shy laugh escaped her as she felt her boyfriend squeeze her hands again. Jackie’s baritone laughter filled the bedroom with life.

“me encantaria chupartela cuando quieras mi amor” (i'll happily go down on you any time, my love) he beemed.

"Anytime huh?" She inquisitively raised an eyebrow

"Yes babe"

"Even tonight?"

The merc enthusiastically nodded in response.

After sharing a kiss, the smaller woman moved away and paced to the bathroom of her corpo plaza apartment, turning to face her love, she leant against the door frame of the bathroom.

“Won’t be long…” she blew him a kiss and then entered the bathroom, half shutting the door behind her. Reaching to the panel on the wall, she put the radio on. The radio played softly, just as background noise…

Jackie knew what she was doing- she wanted him to follow her.. but with time… with time…

An ambient green light filling the room-, the corpo stripped out of her clothing, down to her laced underwear- nothing else. She’d pop on a tshirt once she’s washed her face. The bathroom was pleasantly warm. As she filled the sink with warm water and scrubbed the makeup off her face- she heard the door to the bathroom open. Jackie’s footsteps across the tiled flooring. Feeling his gaze over her as she washed her face clean.

Catching his reflection in the mirror- He’d taken off his bomber and vest- now just in his jeans and valentinos chaps, boots as well.

As she reached for a towel to pat her face dry- she felt strong arms pull her back into him. Her near naked body against Jackie's clothed.

She felt safe in his embrace.. Viridian looking at Jackie through the reflection of the mirror. She watched how his hands roamed over the landscape of her body.

A large hand cupped one of Viridian’s small breasts with ease - she gasped- Jackie's hands were warm and soft- she melted into the touch as he massaged her skin. One hand at her breast- the other running up and down her waist and over the curve of her hip.

Viridian watching how her lover played with her through the reflection of the mirror. Her eyes locked on Jackie's hands- but then they slowly wandered up to Jackie's own eyes. The two made deep and intense eye contact through the near dark.

Gods, he could worship her until the end of days…

"Look at your reflection.” a kiss to viridian’s neck as before continuing “ Look at how gorgeous you are. So fucking gorgeous…" he praised, his touch a little more intense..

Jackie was so big. So tall and broad over his love. He knew Viridian liked the size difference between the pair…

Viridian ground her hips against Jackie's denim clad thighs … just for a moment. A want for connection strong- The satisfaction she felt, hearing her love moan softly-. Her own breath stuttered as she felt Jackie play with her breast. His hand movement shuddered just as his breath did- the two melting into each other.

They were made for one another.

“serás mi muerte nena” (you’ll be the death of me babe) His baritone voice weak-.

“Oh- will I now?” she teased

“Yes- yes babe” he breathed- letting go of his lover's breast.

Viridian turned and faced Jackie- leaning up she kissed him on the cheek- before taking him by the hand and walking him back into the bedroom.

She slumped herself down on the bed after removing her underwear. Propped up against plush feather downed pillows - sat on top of a soft mint green duvet - decorated in floral illustrations.

Feeling her lover's gaze roam her body like a map, as he came to her at the side of the bed. Taking her in. The sight of his lover all worked up and spread out for him had Jackie weak at the knees…

“I want you to touch me Jackie”

"And I wanna touch you-" he stepped closer to her- brushing her short fringe to one side- placing a kiss to her forehead, before he grabbed a bottle of lube from the bedside cabinet.

Placing it on the bed- he quickly Slid off his golden rings - Viridian heard the delicate sound of gold on wood - as he placed the rings on top of the cabinet .

The weight on the bed shifted as Jackie knelt between her legs.

Tension between the pair as Jackie squeezed a generous amount of lube onto the pad of his index finger.

Viridian's eyes travelled down to her own body, as she anticipated what was to come. Focused as Jackie lined his fingers up to her cunt. Taking a moment to breathe, she focused on Jackie's voice…

Just one his fingers brushing over her clit already had Viridian feeling like she was seeing stars…like these tiny sparks over her skin.

How worked up had she been?

Had it really been that long since she allowed herself to be vulnerable- to feel this type of pleasure?

As Jackie’s dominant hand brushed at her clit, the other placed over Viridian’s biological hand that lay over the duvet. - the two holding hands- Jackie felt her squeeze hard - before she let go.

Horny, flustered and vulnerable. The two made eye contact and Jackie's fingers stroked up and down her cunt.

"Ready..?" He asked softly

"Yes" she nodded.

As the larger man sunk one of his fingers into his lover, he heard her groan. Her breathing was still steady- but then stuttered on the exhaled.

Noticing how her eyes fluttered in between open and closed- just for a second. Her eyes shutting- she exhaled as she rode the feeling that washed over her.

"How's that?"

"Good-yeah- its good- fuck- its good-"

"That's my girl" he praised "You're taking me so well- babe- fuck, you feel soo good around me"

Jackie's thumb moving to her clit- pressing into the bundle of nerves gently- before rubbing in these delicate circles.

“Ah-ah fuck- jackie- i- “ The teal haired merc whined. Her brain was running way to fast for her mouth to keep up “I-i- fuck this- thi-this is good-”

"Such sweet sounds you're making- just for me,huh?"

Viridian nodded- "it's… fuck- it’s the thought of you eating me out-" a quick breath " Th-the thought of you eating me out is so sexy- fuck- fucking hell" she breathed- her voice soft- but strained. Trying her hardest to verbalise her feelings.

"The thought of me eating you out turns you on that much, huh?" the taller merc teased

"Mhm-" Viridian's eyes closing'- craning her head back… She felt him move in closer to her. Still working at her cunt- she felt his breath over her

"Bet you're Thinking how I'd taste you? How I'd worship you?" he whispered

"God- yeah- yeah Jac- fuck… "

Viridian's word trailed off into this soft groan as Jackie's lips met the crook of her neck. Kissing her softly- gently. Still working at her- making her feel good. Jackie feeling Viridian’s cybernetic hand reach and roam over him. Pulling him closer.

As the bigger man brushed his free over Viridian's jawline- he her skin.

He could tell she was close already. How desperate she was.

“Don’t hold back- if you want to cum- cum around my fingers, beautiful”

Viridian nodded- in between a flustered smile.

“F-fucking hell-” the words tumbling out of viridian’s mouth- “fu-fuck- jac- I- I need you-”

She almost cried as she came… Her lover uttering sweet nothings to her. Working her through the most intense part of her orgasm - hearing her cry out with joy and pleasure.

“That’s it- that’s my girl” he breathed. Watching how Viridian responded to his touch - marvelling at how she bathed in endorphins and this emotional high.

He kissed her softly as he slowly removed his fingers from inside her- feeling how Viridian stifled a moan against his lips.

“You're ok- shh- you're ok” he uttered softly. Comforting her.

After washing his hands and grabbing water for the two of them- Jackie joined his love on the bed.

As he shared skin contact under ambient lighting- Jackie could feel a sudden change in body language.

“Everything ok?” he asked, watching how Viridian shifted- pulling a blanket over her shoulders. She smiled - almost uncomfortably as she took a sip of water.

“Yes- I- I mean-” she sighed “in all honesty- i’m.. Kinda nervous-” she admitted.

“What’s got you nervous, mi amor ?” he asked softly.

Viridian grumbled and furrowed her brow as she tried to speak her feelings.

“I don’t exactly know how to word what it is- “ she sighed- pulling herself closer to Jackie- she laid her head against his chest- listening to his heartbeat.

“And that’s ok babe, wanna stay like this for a bit?”

Viridian’s reply just came as a soft “mhmn”. Her eyes fluttered shut as Jackie ran his hand through her short teal hair.

“We’ve got all the time in the world… we don’t have to rush… if you want to leave things here for tonight, that’s all good by me” he reassured her.

All Jackie ever wanted was to make sure Viridian felt safe, that she felt loved and secure. He wanted to help her explore her sexuality in a safe and loving environment. No judgement was held or felt between the two lovers.

“I-...I feel like i’m not doing enough for you-” Viridian stated timidly. “I– don’t feel like I ever do enough for you-” .

Jackie felt his heart sink. Just a little.

“No-no babe… Viridian- it’s ok” His voice was gentle. Viridian lifted her head from his chest and looked at him. Jackie watched through soft lighting- how Viridian smiled sheepishly

“Really?” she breathed

“ yeah …” he started, cupping her cheek and running his thumb across her golden cyberware… “ Just knowing you’re enjoying yourself- that’s more than enough for me..” he answered.

The two shared a kiss- before Viridian laid her head back onto Jackie’s chest.

They stayed together in the quiet for a while.

“I don’t want you to ever feel like you have to do anything in return” Jackie broke the silence- as he spoke, a large hand rubbed Viridian’s cybernetic shoulder- comforting her. “You know that there’s never any pressure- ok?” He reassured her

Viridian nodded.

“Can.. can I kiss you?” She asked him.

The two kissed- the smaller merc melting into the moment. Comfort washing over her as the kiss broke.

She felt safe- she felt loved…

She was in control as the kiss grew deeper and hungrier.

As the kiss broke, Jackie grinned at his dear…

"Will you let me worship you, Viridian?" He asked.

“Gods- please… I’d love you to…”

Viridian moved away from her love, and made herself comfy. Spreading her legs and baring all. Jackie placing himself between her- grinning to Viridian…

He’d take his time with her… Slowly, he peppered these soft kisses slowly on the soft inner skin of her thigh, gently edging himself closer to her cunt. Stopping just over it, his breath warm. To viridian, it felt like these small sparks of electricity- sending a shiver up her spine.

He waited for verbal permission to taste her… He knew how worked up his love was- but he also knew Viridian were in charge here- she called the shots- He’d already worked her to orgasm with his hands- he knew how she was hungry for more.

Viridian gazed at her lover, cybernetic hand resting on his broad shoulder. Gripping gently the muscle as she tried to get words out… hand tensing in between ragged breathing.

"Please- I need this-I-I want you to do this- I- ''

She took a moment before she spoke again

"I want you to eat me out- …fuck -i need you Jac-..."

Before She laid herself down into the plush pillows behind her - Viridian’s eyes locked onto Jackie’s, her keroshis went in and out of focus. The cybernetics glitching violently. Like lightning in a storm…. , her brain running a little too fast- but she was still so in the mood to go- to continue.

The sight of her laid out was a feast for the eyes. Jackie thought Viridian looked devine… He took the sight of her in, like it was to be his final memory.

He wanted to please his love. To do nothing but make her feel amazing… to cherish her, to worship her. A comfortable silence between them for a moment before Jackie went down on her. Just the sound of the radio in the bathroom still playing softly.

“¿listo??” (ready) Jackie asked

“Never been more ready, love”

And with that, Jackie pressed a succession of delicate kisses to her clit. Hearing how his lovers exhaled breath staggered- ragged with anticipation.

New feelings and sensations. Foreign but oh so welcome.

“Fucking hell-” she whined. "Oh fuck- Jac-"

Her cybernetic hand covering her eyes, pushing her head down back into the pillow, a delightful noise escaping her as she felt the larger man taste her. His left hand stroked up and down the skin of one of Viridian’s thighs.

His head between her thighs- slowly working her up. Everything felt so- so new. Jackie finding his love’s most sensitive area. Flat of his tongue licking around her clit- until he found that sweet spot. Hearing Viridian call out his name- groaning and her body reacting… Her breath hitching as Jackie ate her out.

Losing herself in this new feeling- Viridian's hips grinding up ever so softly. Hearing and feeling her partner's soft laugh- she whimpered with pleasure at the baritone vibration… The hand on her thigh trailed upwards. Stopping at the curve of her hip. He pressed down gently- held her in place just for a moment, massaging her skin as he came up for air. Letting go of his love.

In admiration and awe at his partners reaction- he softly kissed the skin on her thigh- hearing how Viridian let out this giggle and squirmed at the contact-

“ah aha ah, quédate quieta hermosa~” (ah ah ah, keep still beautiful) marvelling in how his partner showed such joy. “Is this ok, Viri?” He asked- in between pressing another kiss to the soft flesh of her thigh.

“Mhm- it’s great- it-it’s more than great” the smaller woman beamed. Her cybernetic hand resting on Jackie’s shoulder- she rubbed in small circles before softly and confidently stating “I want more-” her voice was a little shaken - maybe it was the adrenaline running through her….

“Then I’ll give you more”

Returning to the position he held before, one of worship, ceremony and devotion. Jackie felt Viridian’s cybernetic hand run through his short hair , and softly hold the back of his head against her. He could feel the desire - the longing. It felt all the stronger as Viridian held him a little tighter.

“Don’t hold back- I need you” she rasped.

Closing his eyes, he worshipped every part of her until she came. Viridian crying out her loves name- her head and shoulders craned back into one of the soft pillows she laid against.

Her eyes strained as she basqued in endorphins and pleasure. Her breathing hitched and unsteady as she let go of the back of Jackie’s head. Red chrome fingertips brushing against the shaved section of Jackie;s hair as she bought her hand up to her eyes, shielding them from Jackie’s gaze.

As she caught her breath, she grinned, still riding that high. She couldn’t see Jackie, but felt as he pressed a final few kisses to the inner skin of her thigh, before moving upwards. He pressed delicate kisses to her tummy, and then between her breast, along the collarbone and then to her neck. A large hand rubbing at her side…

“How was that , mi amore?” He asked softly, patiently waiting as viridian found the words. He noticed as the smile on her lips never faded. After a moment- viridian took her cybernetic hand from her eyes. Taking Jackie’s hand in her own, she squeezed tightly.

“Amazing- it was… amazing and wonderful- I-I.. I really like that-” she answered. Bringing his hand to her lips, she kissed his knuckles. Viridian pulled her love close, they shared a succession of soft kisses.

Then, as Viridian’s stood- Jackie passed his love her long flowing, silk dressing gown. Navy blue and Patterned with illustrations of white birds… She draped it over her shoulders, feeling the expensive fabric before putting it on and tying the belt.

Stretching out her arms, she padded over to the open plan kitchen and put on the kettle, hearing Jackie’s footsteps and feeling him press himself against her, hugging her from behind like before. He pressed a kiss to her short hair, and the two held each other as the kettle boiled.

#otp: to this #oc: viridian #Jackie Welles #Jackie x v #Jackie x female v #jackie welles x v #cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk 2077 fanfic #ao3 #cp2077 #bunny's fanfic tag

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sixoclockuty · 8 days

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A CEROBA AND MARTLET SWITCH IS SOOOO INTERESTING and not one i see very often 👀

would youuu talk about them a little?? how would their roles and stories change in your swap… heart emoji…

YEASS of course i can!!!

martlet first <3

martlet is clovers adopted parent :) she kinda just found them wandering and it was like “oh no!! where are your parents ?? :(“ and clover had lost their parents and so martlet took them in to help them find them! and so the search extended from a couple days to weeks to months to years and uhhh yeah they never found clovers parents.

(btw since it is kinda relevant starlo takes chujins place but him and martlet are just good pals who raised clover with her. ended up moving in together for convenience. starlo is dead whoopsies!)

so starlo is dead or something and martlets upset bc her good buddy just died. so she’s trying to figure things out in a not so great manner (i.e. trying to build something to extract human souls (alphys lookin ass) bc she believes that humans are evil. it’s like if zenith beliefs came early) and testing it with the previous fallen human souls but it keeps on failing!! but she also doesn’t have a viable test subject :).

so clover (still with a strong sense of justice despite not having a human soul or anything) offers themself up to test bc they believe it’s what’s right. martlet. isn’t sure what to do about that. because this thing is supposed to be dangerous…… but it’s been failing thus far, right?? so it won’t kill them and it’ll satisfy their whole need for needing to help right!! :D

….. it shatters their soul really really badly and they fall down.

so that’s a panic. and then uhhhh a call from the royal scientist for the fallen down and so clover gets sent off and yeah.

meanwhile, martlet isn’t sure how to deal with all that. she feels like she failed clover for not helping them out more and everything sucks honestly :( but her and chujin are buds and chujin likes to build even tho he’s a bit wack so she hangs out with him to try and get better (coping mechanism except she isn’t building things to kill now) ! and once kanako (human, kindness) comes around, hey…. maybe she can find clover and give them their soul to save them?? after all that’s a human and humans are evil right????? right??????? so that’s fantastic.

she’s still herself of course. but she’s really trying her best…. she ends up really not wanting to kill kanako but she thinks abt clover and its. she has to make a really tough choice. and it’s so so upsetting. she’s so incredibly torn but eventually it hits some point of no return and she attacks kanako :) in the no mercy route she just kinda gets really pissed after chujin is killed and she attacks ofc

ceroba is in snowdin because she’s a royal guard and that’s where her station is :) she doesn’t manage puzzles or anything but she does guard areas in snowdin! she’s a lot more firm on the rules for the royal guard handbook but she gets mighty confused when kanako isn’t really…. fighting (at all or not at the strength she expected, either or) and she’s like ‘yk what. whatever. come on i’m taking you to the queen or something we can figure out what to do from there.’ bc she knows they’re taking human souls and stuff but all she’s heard is that humans are violent and evil (which is emphasized with integritys swap having been attacking monsters n stuff) and kanako isn’t like that?? so she isn’t really sure what to do.

gradually as time goes on she gets a more friendly with kanako (prolly says something about how she’s always wanted a daughter or something and how kanako especially makes her feel that way :))))))) and is like ‘well. maybe taking you to the queen isn’t the best idea…. but i mean she’s nice so like whatever’ and wants to get kanako home !

as for that one part where martlet and clover get separated bc martlet flies off when the boat crashes, ceroba just does one of those fox jumps that foxes do LMAO. i hope you know what im talking about because i think thats such a funny idea

her and chujin aren’t married or dating or anything but they DO know eachother. and the MINUTE he pops up with his whole bit she’s like “oh my god :|.” or something. she doesn’t get thrown in the jail but she’s kind of confined to the saloon bc they’re keeping an eye on her so she can’t ruin the fun or anything :P

in pacifist when the tapes stuff is found and stuff she’s AFTUALLY horrified. her and starlo were childhood friends and all but she hadn’t heard from him for a while especially after moving away from the dunes due to her position so to find out everything she did?? that’s horrifying. and it really makes her worried about kanako (a mothers love through every universe, you know?) because what would martlet plan on doing? and so now her mind is set on ‘i have to protect kanako no matter what’ and so they go and uhh tries to reason with her but martlet knocks her out cold. y’ouch. also she’s much quicker to come to terms with kanako giving up her soul than martlet is in true pacifist. this is getting long i’ll have to talk abt all the endings in a different post

now in the no mercy route…… she is PISSED. and she str8 up breaks into the lab (which is easy because evacuation and all but she does have to get past undyne or something, which is easy! because she’s super strong as we already know) and gets the determination. she goes to the rooftop and uhhh monologues at kanako. i imagine in her dialogue in the fight (after injecting herself) she brings up something about all the sudden awareness and how she KNOWS kanako could’ve been better. how she could’ve been kind. but wasn’t. and she knows she’s doomed to die but she’ll try to bring her down with her in hopes of making her change her mind. but she’s incredibly focused on taking her down but she does wind up dying (instead of being scared and stuff like martlet, she accepts it and tells kanako something like ‘next time you see me, you better hope i don’t remember. if i do, i’ll never stop trying to kill you.’ or something)

aughhh i need to flesh out this au some more but this is what i got so far i think :) some stuff might change but ykkk!!

#asks #uty reverse au #my GOD i love talking #long post #zenith ceroba … a mothers love martlet … mmmmmm #i think it’d be funny of me to like. if this were a game i’d imply in those end credits that chujin and ceroba got together or smth LMAOO

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weepingdawn · 2 months

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for the self insert ask game (I hope I'm not mistaken that you reblogged it to do it aahh😭):

2, 10, 11, 16 for your nocturne s/i (or any s/i) im curious :]!!

*sobs* wren... tysm for sending me the ask, i'm so excited you have no idea fjfjdjfjdjddj

i'll be talking abt my castlevania nocturne s/i, ash smith!! (he's a transmasculine man, he/him.) ^_^

2. when in canon does your self insert come in? do you have a scene in mind for your entrance?

asher moved from his hometown in bohemia with his family when he was younger, but later on they split up and he now lives in western france. his family members were all skilled swordsmen, but when ash moved to a more peaceful place, he also found a job as a tea merchant. he often goes outside the town to the forest because, well, overcrowded places are not very pleasant for him, and he also wants to practice his swordfighting skills as much as possible. he is usually on his own, so he was targeted by one vampire, cause they assumed he'd be easy to kill. well, little did the vampire know richter was nearby on a vampire hunt! :D this happened few years before the nocturne canon, when richter was about 17 years old, so ash was 16 at that time!

10. how do the other characters feel about your self insert and f/o’s relationship?

everyone supports ash and richter, and they all get along nicely!!! ^_^ especially maria was thrilled when she found out that richter had found a boyfriend! later on ash even moves into their cottage, so he has a great relationship with both maria and tera! ash is fascinated by the magic tera and maria can do and he loves spending time with them! in return, maria admires ash's swordfighting. ^^

11. what kind of outfit(s) does your self insert wear?

ash especially enjoys wearing clothes that are comfortable. i could see him wearing baggy clothes that would be way too big for him, something like this maybe!! (he definitely steals from richter's closet too help)

but also i don't see a reason why he wouldn't enjoy wearing something more fancy aswell!!

as i said, he's a swordsman, so ofc he also has some more appropriate clothes for fighting, too!

16. freebie! name a fact about your self insert you want everyone to know.

ash has a twin brother!!!!! he's based off on my real twin brother ehehehe, his name is zuku smith (he/him), and he's a traveller!! he moved w/ ash to france but then he moved again to go on epic adventures on his own..... he's still in contact with ash and they send letters to eachother. ^_^ he can also fight with a sword but he prefers to stay out of trouble if possible!! (zuku is the fella with green background, ash with the pink!)

this got so long......hope it's okay...!!!!

#🫐#aaaaa hope it's alright im pretty anxious about grammar mistakes helpdjdjdj

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occasional-pyrrhon · 1 month

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pyrrhon thoughts?

GUAH ok well here's a big post I made abt my biggest headcanons for him and on main @swadloom I tag him on posts and occasionally go on divine madness rants under the #guy tag but aaaaaah here's some more just for you 🤲

He 100% believes all the stuff about justice and heroism that he goes on about and all the crazyass stuff he pulls is justified in his mind for reaching that goal of becoming the most powerful protector of humanity

His eyes glow solid bright green if he's angry or out of it / distressed

I think he would do that thing tiktok boys do where they shush you and wag their finger and trace their jawline but instead of it being a flex on his looks maxing he's trying to channel physical damage to whoever he does it to

I wish him and Pit were a funny friend duo sooooo badly its unreal. Like the idea of him respecting this punching bag angel more than the gods is SUCH AN INSANE CHARACTER REVELATION that could inform SO MUCH about him then two second later he fucked up in space 4ever. Sad! Whatever imagine if chapter 17 opened up with Pit making his way through a big gauntlet of aurum ships then coming out the other end, meeting paths with Pyrrhon and hi-fiving midair. Then he zooms off and only a minute later it's all thrown away for power. Think aboutd it.

Because it's my current biggest fixation: Playing d&d with him would either be heaven or hell. He will come up with some shit the ppl making the rules never prepared for. He will take a random street beggar under his wing and give them a volatile ancient artifact. He will hype the shit out of anything anyone does. He will put his soul in a kua-toa and create a new whole ass god that he puts his soul in AGAIN so he can go party with Primus. He will poke the trap.

Part of an attempted fic I've been working on coming out in 2 million year. But I think he has mild weird psychic abilities that other gods don't have. One bit in there is him trying to learn how to gift prophetic powers but as goodwill apollo its weird and fucked up so that touching his gem just kinda traps you in his adhd mindhellscape for a bit and he doesn't fucking know how to turn it off 💔. Holding together the prophecies with sticks and stones like the spongebob puppet TV thing you know the one. Do I sound insane right now

Sometimes his use of third person upticks if he's trying to reassure himself or if he's less grounded. Which is. Most of the time really but it turns down in straightforward conversation and the like and could be every sentence if he's really out of it

That being said he would use the same dramatic mannerisms that he uses in the heat of battle for like. fortnite vc

He thinks spongebob is bad ass as hell. Chicken little too. And probably Bill and Ted and rainbow dash. And freddie benson. Just the most random ass guys that activate his godly protection complex. You won't be left to toil in the middle any more malcom .

Okay one fucked up one. uhh if/when he returns and gets tentatively accepted back into skyworld, he's paranoid and convinced that people are going to try to send him back to the aurum since he became one with them and in his own eyes can't go back to being who he was. He swings between desperation to return to them and desperation to never leave earth again. He keeps pretending to be confident and unbothered to at least hold on to that part of him, but when he messes up again, and proves he's just as worthless and idiotic as he used to be, he gets that feeling of the path he went down repeating until all that's left for him to do is break down and plead not to go back there, that he knows he deserves it but he'll do anything to make up for it and stay here on earth. Meanwhile none of the others would have a reason to do this, and they have no idea where this is all coming from... though maybe some of them have been there as well.

Gyuhh. Anyways. Once everyone becomes aware of the Problems ppl pitch in more than he expects, and Viridi begrudgingly creates some lil fireproof immortal friendguys, a cat and snake specifically, to be therapy animals for him. This serpentine creature is coiling around pyrrhons arm with nothing but a freak tube body and its force of will!!! And it's sticking its little tongue out awwwwww. I'm split between them having Egyptian deity names or like being the longest most insane gacha 7 star fusion type names that shorten down to like. tabby

I think he would really love insane shitty movies like the channel awesome movies or our drawings or ESPECIALLY the amazing bulk. I HATE DUST I DON'T WANT IT BUILDING UP IN MY HOME was a verbal stim for him at least at some point

His response to asking about his gender is like being a beacon of light concentrated into a form of sun flare and meteor fire all to serve justice through the realms. And like you'll have to roll with that because it's not like you can ask him what's in his pants. Because. I mean

#pyrrhon #kid icarus #kid icarus uprising #not art #ask

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ncityavenue · 1 year

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Tough Love

Disclaimer: Chenle being an asshole (sorry chenle stans), Haechan being your venting stock, a situation that works itself out, Enemies to friends/lovers by chance???, slut shaming, and that's abt it!

A/N: Sorry if this boring I had no other ideas

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" Wait so you're mad at chenle for what now?" Haechan questioned only paying half attention to you while he was playing his game.

"He called me a Slut for wearing a two piece set and a slightly see-through on the top part." You poke your lips out a bit frowning.

" ah he didn't mean that, he's not always in a good mood after practice y'know." Haechan shrugged off.

"Haechan, this isn't the first time though. Your little teammates always has something to say about me whether it's good or bad. I mean, the good ones could stay but-" You say, He only sighed.

"Y/n, Do you want me to talk to them about it?" Haechan turned himself around to face you for the first time since he's been on the game.

"Yes, more-like Chenle though. He's dick riding HARD." You exaggerate, grabbing a bag of chips in haechan's stashed snacks in his closet.

He only chuckled knowing his friend could definitely be on anyone who breathes case, " Oh, and you said he pointed out your see-through shirt?"

"Yes, it made me a little embarrassed. Plus, I've worn that set before many times and no one else noticed but him AND I was infront of Poor jisung. I know he wasn't ready to see boobs." You explained, taking a bite out of your doritos chip.

Haechan started to chuckle more, "Chenle was eye fucking you that's why, he was definitely looking at your double d's "

You silently made an 'oh' sound. You started to think, Chenle is always the first one to look your way when you enter the room not even haechan snaps his neck that hard at you and he's your best friend. Does he like you? Couldn't be. He degrades you any chance he gets, and not in the way you like.

"Do- do you think he likes me?"

"Yes I do."

"Really? Like for real? Why– did he tell you? You can tell me I won't embarrasse him or anything."

"He didn't tell me jack- it's just obvious, I've been his friend for years I know when he likes a girl. He weirdly bullies them and wonder why they don't like him back." Haechan said.

"Ah I see, so it's hard for him to express his feelings without being mean?"

Haechan laughed at your sudden curiosity, "I don't know you should go see for yourself."

Coincidentally, Chenle busts through Haechan door.

"Dude what the hell?! I keep telling you about coming in my room like that, I could've been fucking y/n or Jacking off" Haechan scolded, you slightly cringe at his words.

"You are not helping hyuck.." You said, he apologized before returning his attention back to Chenle.

"I thought you left like hours ago, why are you still here?" Chenle questioned you.

"Because I can."

He rolled his eyes before going to talk to haechan but was cut off before he can even begin his sentence, "why are you so mean to them?"

"It's fun that's why."

"But you don't seem to be mean with any of my other friends outside of our team. It's just them." Haechan points out.

"Since when do you stick up for them?" Chenle asked furrowed his eyebrows.

"Because they're my friend???" Haechan raised an eyebrow, you stayed silent understanding not to get in between their mini argument.

"Obviously, you're not in a good mood. Lost a match? I'll just go ask Mark for the favor then."Chenle announced before slamming the door, Obviously bothered with the confrontation.

You pursed your lips looking down before sipping your soda, "Well then, I was not expecting that."

"You're right though, I should definitely say more to him about his insults on you." Haechan nodded at you.

"I don't want you to sweat it hyuck, I should take care of this myself. It's just I don't wanna get called sensitive again as I did before by him."

"He's so mean when he wants to, I'm sorry about him."

"Don't apologize, I got this, if you see Chenle crying with a red print on his face don't look this way."You joked.

Haechan turned back to you with a small smile, "Oh I'll definitely won't."

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You spent a couple more minutes in haechan's room before leaving to go get something to eat, you took yourself to the kitchen trying to look for something.

You went in the cabinet reaching to the top to find some donuts, you knock them down with your hand successfully catching it in your hand.

You poured yourself some more soda, you turned to leave but boom! Was met with a chest. Just by the loose white t-shirt you knew exactly that it was Chenle.

"Can you watch where you're going?" Chenle scoffed.

"Bitch, you were in my way??" You spat back.

"Who are you talking to?"

"You."

"So you wanna argue or something again, did haechan sent you out here to pick on me?"

"Pick on you? How would I pick on you when you came in here AFTER ME? Plus I don't say shit to you, do you realize every encounter we have you're the first to talk shit?" You now placed your snacks on the counter with your hands on your hips.

"Because it's just so fun seeing you frustrated." Chenle giggled a bit, you started to think Haechan is friends with a Sadist.

"What the fu- okay can you just let me get back to Haechan's room." You demanded more than asked.

"What if I don't want to?"

You closed your eyes and inhaling then exhaling, " and what if I kick you in the nuts?"

"Babe that would hurt."

You nearly choked on air, Babe? Did he just call you babe? Out of all things or people.

"Babe? I'm not your babe."

"Did I say you were?"

"Chenle I'm not in the mood for mind games just LET ME get back to haechans room PLEASE."

"Okay but there's one thing i need to tell you."

"What?" You raised an eyebrow, you saw a shift in Chenle body he looked more softer in the eyes and more vulnerable.

"I can't really keep up this mean stigma I have against you, so I'm just gonna say it— I like you. I know I've been a dick lately but I don't know any other way of expressing my interest in you without being too obvious. I'm actually really sorry for treating you the way I do, no one knows that I like you except renjun- I tell him everything but anyways i–" all you did was hush him from his blabbering.

"I knew it was something, but for right now just work on being more nicer to me than anything else. I don't know if I like you or anything, MAYBE it could happen if you fix your attitude towards me because honestly I do find you attractive but that can only go so far, right? And maybe if you become more kind you could get a reward, if you know what I mean." You answered a sly smirk.

All he did was grin before nodding at your statement, the silence in the kitchen became thick so you decided to exit with your snacks of course.

But, not without Chenle getting a glance of your ass.

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Y'ALL IM SORRY IF THIS WAS BAD THERE WILL BE BETTER ISTG🙏🏾😭😪

#nct #nct 127 #nct scenarios #nct imagines #haechan #zhong chenle #nct dream #nct drabbles

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mangekyuou · 2 years

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HI HELOOO SAW YOUR SINGLE MOM!READER X LAW AND I AM SO FHDJSJS AHHH, I KNOW IT'S A ONE SHOT BUT I STILL WANT TO REQUEST SOMETHING ps. you can't pick this if you don't want to <3+#8 but thank you if you do !!

scenario: law is extremely frustrated and mad, your daughter was now out of danger but still. she slipped out of watch and when you all found her she was alr bleeding (it's something not major danger but still cause everyone to panic) LAW WAS SO MAD THAT NOBODY WAS ON WATCH, AND you keep telling him it's not their fault your daughter was really playful. but that didn't keep him from ranting infront of you, you just watch while smiling him walk back and fort while saying something abt your daughter *he really cares huh?* and you suddenly say "law, will you marry me?" like this scene

NEW LABELs+ / ☻

☻ / pairing . . . mother!fem!reader x trafalgar law.

☻ / type of love . . . romantic. familial.

☻ / synopsis . . . call it the parental instinct he was beginning to develop but law notices when something feels wrong. and pure panic sets in when he realizes his step-daughter has disappeared.

☻ / content warnings . . . mentions of injury and blood. not proofread.

☻ / commentary . . . this is hands down one of the sweetest rqs i have ever received. and i have no idea if i did it any justice or not. ooc law kinda ?? idek. this is a continuation of this ! note: ( d/n ) means ‘daughter’s name’ !

It was quiet, too quiet.

The sounds of talking, playing and a child’s loud laughter had died down half an hour ago. ( y/n ) peeped through the window above the kitchen sink, seeing the worn-out pirate crew lying across the grass, trying to catch their breaths. Standing in the middle of the exhausted crew was ( d/n ), her daughter with a small pout, not even sweating.

It seems she was the cause of all of it.

( y/n ) had shaken her head before returning to the task at hand, cleaning, and reorganizing the home with the help of Law, who was now fully embracing his new labels, boyfriend, and more recently, a parental figure ( d/n ).

He wasn’t perfect, far from it. He was still...technically a wanted criminal. But ( d/n ) had come around to like him and accept him and the rest of his crew as part of her family.

More importantly, she had begun to view Law as the father figure she never had. He may not have been like the other fathers on the island or even been her real father. But neither of those things mattered to her, she liked Law for who he was.

Which is why she wanted to give him a present in order to celebrate him officially becoming part of the family. After a short time of pondering, she decided on a flower that only grows in the grove just down the stream from her home.

It’s not just any flower. To the citizens of this island, a flower of its kind is said to symbolize love and soothe the soul, as well as bring good luck. Her plan was to turn the flower into a resin pendant with the help of her mother. When he would have to take to the seas again, she wished for him to have a charm to watch over him and keep him safe, as well as something to remind him of the family he has waiting for him at home.

Her plan was perfect. She knew he would love it.

The only problem was the grove the flower had bloomed wasn’t the safest, especially not for a young girl. Not only that, but the flower had grown on tall trees, meaning she would have to climb her way up to them. The playful girl wasn’t worried about either, as she sneaked away from the Heart Pirates who were now asleep on the grass before skipping down the stream.

Not even five minutes after she had slipped away, Law had noticed it was too quiet.

“You okay there?” ( y/n ) questioned, dusting the furniture.

“Something isn’t right,” He answered, walking over to the window above the kitchen sink, looking across the lawn, and seeing his crew sound asleep. He had looked to Bepo, knowing normally ( d/n ) would use the mink as a pillow and blanket in one.

However, she was nowhere to be seen. Instead wrapped in Bepo’s arms was one of her toys. Panic instantly set in. He looked around again, hopefully, maybe he had just missed her.

There was just no sign of her. Not even a trace of where she could have possibly disappeared off to.

( y/n ) had immediately noticed how tense he had become, putting down her duster, “Law, what’s wrong?”

“( d/n )’s missing.”

The woman blinked, unsure if she even heard him correctly. It almost sounded like he said-

“She’s not in the yard, ( y/n ).” He bolted out of the front door, already screaming at his crew. ( y/n ) was not far behind him, trying to think of any place her daughter would have run off to by herself.

The Heart Pirates were quickly on their feet, confused about just what their captain was screaming about. That was until Bepo himself had screamed, seeing the toy wrapped in his hands was in fact not ( d/n ). The mink looked left and right, high and low, but the young girl was nowhere to be found. “WHERE IS ( d/n )?!”

It was then that the feeling of pure panic spread through the rest of the members. “HOW COULD YOU ALL LET HER OUT OF YOUR SIGHT?!”

“SORRY CAPTAIN!”

“CAPTAIN?! DON’T APOLOGIZE TO ME! APOLOGIZE TO ( y/n )!”

The pirates bowed lowly to her, ashamed, “WE’RE SO SORRY ( y/n )!”

“Hey, you guys it’s okay, really. We’re going to find ( d/n ), okay? She wouldn’t go that far. Let’s just find her together,” ( y/n ) reassured them, wanting to bring some kind of hope.

( d/n ) never wandered too far from the stream. It was the only way she remembered how to get home. And that’s what ( y/n ) had told the pirates, as they searched up and down the stream in search of the young girl for what felt like forever.

Until they had come to the grove. Bepo was the first to see her, letting out a loud cry of her name that gathered everyone’s attention. However, she didn’t respond, she didn’t even look in their direction.

The young girl had sat at the foot of one of the trees, with her head down. Law and ( y/n ) had rushed over, getting a closer look at her. Law was the first to see it.

She was hurt.

Her knees and arms were all scratched and cut up, blood seeping out of the small cuts. Even on her face flooded with tears, were a few scratches. The two had quickly kneeled next to her. ( y/n ) saw the flower in her daughter’s hand, that she clung to dear life. As she scaled the tree ( d/n ) was leaning against, seeing many more flowers of its kind.

She already knew how this happened.

Before either of the adults could speak, ( d/n ) had immediately apologized, jumping into her mother’s embrace. ( y/n ) rubbed soothing circles into ( d/n )’s back, “Hey, it’s okay. You’re safe.”

“I meant...I meant to come right back! I wanted to get this flower for Law as part of a present. But I fell and it really hurt,” She tried to explain through her tears. “Can we go home now?”

“Of course, ( d/n ).”

The walk back home was tense, at least for the Heart Pirates. While ( y/n ) and ( d/n ) were singing traveling songs, Law still couldn’t believe his crew let this happen. He tried to force a smile so ( d/n ) wouldn’t see just how furious he was, he didn’t want her to think he was upset with her. She had gotten herself hurt because she wanted to give him a present. He couldn’t help but feel a bit of guilt himself, which made him even more frustrated.

After arriving home, Law had swiftly taken care of her wounds and patched her up. She was no longer crying or in any pain. She was all smiles and giggles. Before long, she was up and playing with the others again, as if nothing had happened.

That didn’t keep Law from pacing back and forth inside of the house, ranting about the possible what-ifs to ( y/n ).

“I can’t believe they would be so irresponsible! She’s just a kid! They should have known better!” Law ranted.

“Law, it’s not their fault. It was an accident, and we found her before there was any real danger. Don’t be too hard on them,” ( y/n ) had attempted to defend them.

Though he wasn’t having any of it. “They are my crew and ( d/n ) was playing with them. So their watch is MY watch. Therefore everything that happened today was on my watch. And she hurt herself trying to give me a gift, I can’t help but feel responsible. And then seeing her tears, I felt...I couldn’t even describe what I felt. I just wanted to hold her and let her know she was safe.”

( y/n ) watched him carefully, lovingly, clinging to every word he spoke. Never had she heard anyone utter such words about her daughter. Never had she heard anyone care so much. It brought tears to her eyes.

He stopped his rant, seeing her teary-eyed, “Did I say something wrong?”

Anyone who had cared about her daughter this much was worth keeping around. She knew what she had wanted, and she knew she wanted him forever. There was only one question left to ask.

“Law, will you marry me?”

He blinked, “What?”

“I remember how scared I was to bring you here, to let you meet ( d/n ). I was scared you would judge me, or that you would run away when you finally realized what you were getting yourself into. But you...didn’t. You never even look back, even in the worst moments. No one has ever cared as much as you have. And now I know what I want.”

“And what you want is to marry me?” He questioned, sitting across from her at the table.

“Yes, I do. I know, I probably should have planned this better or maybe done it at a different time. But I had to let you know how I feel. So…Law, will you marry me?” She asked again.

“Yes, I will.”

Before either of two could get further, a few breaths of relief sounded from below the open kitchen window, followed by a few whisper-yells of:

“He said yes!”

“Let’s go!”

“Of course, he said yes. Were you guys doubting him?”

“A spring wedding would look so pretty!”

“Boring! Mom and I have lived on this spring island forever. My parents should go all out for their wedding, not some plain spring wedding. I vote winter wedding!” ( d/n ) wasn’t even whispering anymore.

Normally he would be furious, having been spied on during such an intimate moment. However, he focused on the words ( d/n ) had said.

‘My parents’

And there he sat grinning like an idiot.

Seeing the look of pure glee on his face, ( y/n ) couldn’t help but chuckle, “Seems like someone has gotten a pretty big promotion.”

#another FLOP #probably the most disappointing bcuz i really loved this prompt #im not sure how i feel about what i wrote tho #one piece #trafalgar law #trafalgar d law #trafalgar d water law #law x reader #law x y/n #law x you #law oneshots #law scenarios #law imagines #one piece x reader #one piece oneshots #one piece scenarios #one piece imagines #night rather than day ── 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘰. 𓂃 ★☆

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i wanna hear abt whatever "the backflip failed to assert dominance" had going on

Haha, now that one is quite a silly name for what was a more serious, mystery story, with the title stupidly referencing what the plot twist is, hehe! Sadly, this wip was abandoned a long while ago as I didn't have clear ideas for what I wanted to do with the story to its end after a certain point, and I wanted to focus my creativity on the two WIPs I was still feeling inspired by (one of which was Pruny! :). However, I'm feeling generous, so I'll just copy/paste the whole unfinished draft below the cut for your own reading, maybe you'll still enjoy it!

It's very rough and clunky at parts, and rereading it for myself took some strength to not immediately change several lines to make it read less confusingly, but it was better than I remember it being! :) The next paragraphs will be spoiling the "twist" and what plot plans I had for it in case you wanna read it for yourself and come to your own conclusions first, so Spoilers in 3, 2, 1...

. . .

So this story takes place in 1993, the year Freddy's would end up dying. We follow the Scott Cawthon phone guy of the Utah location who has just doomed himself by hiring the infamous Dave Miller. Previously up to this point, DSAF 1 happened as normal with the gnarly ending (where Jack and Dave got away with murder and shut down Colorado), but when DSAF 2 happens, Dave arrives to Bakersfield as Jack never showed up, meaning Vegas was the last he ever saw of him. So Dave has been continuing his Freddy's closing mission one place at a time, though eventually losing his passion for it since he's alone again doing it.

However, the Scotts have gotten more and more cautious of Dave over the years and this one is especially proactive about watching Dave and preventing him from achieving his killing MO if at all possible. Killing time at work to cool off suspicions, Dave records some phone tape recordings (which are featured in and taken from Project: Save the Kiddins), then he checks out Scott's paperwork and sees an application by "Mike Schmidt" who seems suspiciously like an anonymous Old Sport, which excites Dave and inspires him to get his old Spring Bonnie as well as Sportsy's Spring Freddy suit too, now! (After all, he can't just kill the kids not suited up, can he?) Sadly though, it would turn out that this is actually the canon FNAF Mike Schmidt, who as you know is also a rotting anonymous zombie serial working at Freddy's...

Meanwhile, Scott, with Dave having left the premises, finally has some free time for himself and decides to fix the Happiest Day machine before having a "dream" (not realizing he's gone into it) and meets a puppet and some ghost children. And then the story leaves off with Scott feeling compelled to save the children's souls.

I didn't have enough draft written to make my subtle hints grow more obvious before revealing, but if you were somehow very smart enough to figure it out, this Scott is actually a Phonified Jack who springlocked himself (perhaps by backflipping, hence the dumb title hehe) on day one of DSAF 2 before he could ever reunite with Dave. That's why he was extra aware of Dave's danger and methods while also feeling drawn to saving the children in the Happiest Day machine :)

I'll almost certainly never return to this WIP, but it was fun revisiting it and even sharing it, so thanks for the opportunity! :D

Hurricane, Utah, 1993

Friday, XX/16/93

Model 51_1 was swamped in paperwork to work out like usual. As always, too many employees to replace, and thus too many positions to refill. Another dayshift spot to fill after another typical event, another nightguard they'd inevitably gone through, it was always the same sh- crap here. Over half a decade of it for this Scott, not that counting did anything to help his spirit any.

Spirit? No, at this rate, he probably didn't have one of those anymore. That’s assuming he ever had one to begin with. Freddy's was effective at killing those off in anyone who worked there.

Focus, Scott. Let's see what we got for today.

Sighing for impending boredom, he adjusted his gloves in preparation for a whole lot of handwriting and took the first packet.

Applicants. Alright, let’s see.

As often as they cycled through employees at Freddy's, new applicants were always found for him by means he didn’t want to know. Probably the cause of their staff being so chronically sketchy though.

Top sheet.

Randall Jade.

Applying for night guard. A-And dayguard, how convenient…

Experience: sex work, goose control… the latter might be a relevant skillset…

Phone no.: 1-800-8=D SEXY PHONE

Place of residence: Freddy's hopefully.

Well…the honesty was the opposite of professional, but Freddy's values rock bottom desperation in its applicants above all else. All in all, the programming in his head told him Jade was an ideal candidate for the position–uh, positions.

Next.

Dave Miller.

Oh.

Oh no.

Dave Miller.

Applying for dayshift worker.

Experience: ur mom.

Phone no.: 69

Place of residence: ur mom.

Scott felt like he had been marked next for a death sentence. That's essentially what Dave was, all Phone Guys knew it. Dave Miller was an open secret, a promise for destruction for whichever location he picked next. A blight on Freddy’s not even a crucifixion could solve.

The programming in his head told him Miller was an acceptable candidate for the position.

Next.

Scott's hand trembled as he continued to whittle down tonight’s stack of papers.

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Monday, XX/19/1993

Dave had received an unsurprisingly quick response to his work application just a day after submitting. He was naturally hired. Freddy's only survived because it had no standards. But of course, Dave vowed that that would also be its downfall.

So he showed up for his umpteenth first day. He didn't bother finding the Phoney; both of them should know exactly what was up without fake formalities. They knew their place by now. Those guys were like a hive mind with their programming and company newsletters.

Yet as he entered the building, Scott of course was waiting there to meet him anyway. Dave walked past his trademarked Phone Guy greeting to go see how this place’s Saferoom had changed over the decade he’d been gone. Phoney sighed at being ignored; both of them knew it was better for his immediate safety if he left Dave alone to his devices. Dave had to admit, it was in some ways nice to have his reputation finally precede him.

Old Sport had disappeared after Vegas in 87, and once he finally learned he would no longer be following him around, Dave realized he was going to be alone again for a while. But of course, Sportsy would surely come back for him sooner or later?

But in the years of meantime, Dave had tired of the mocking charade he used to put up for the Phoneys. The end result was always the same anyway. It just wasn't fun anymore, and it certainly wasn't needed.

After all, Dave's score was still undefeated.

He was more wary than usual about trying something too soon, though. The Phone Guys these days are always on edge about him, and they're always the most paranoid in the beginning.

To prove his point, he could see this new Scott carefully watching him from afar right now in his periphery. There was something… distinct about this one though… off-putting in some way he couldn't yet pinpoint, but he had a boring week ahead to digest his thoughts.

The best Dave could come up with for now was that it felt like he knew something the other Phoneys didn't. Like he was “in the know.” Whatever that would mean.

Dave checked the Saferoom, but to his surprise, there weren't any springlock suits here. That…was definitely an unexpected wrench in his plan. He promptly went to go properly meet this Scott after all.

“Phone face. Where the fuck're the suits?”

“Ah, now that I would’ve told you during orientation; we had to get rid of those after the original five murders here back in the 80s. Y'know, to prevent any more scandals here after miraculously saving this location from going under. Higher ups are really attached to this first location for some reason.”

Dave was right ticked off. This Phoney smelled like bullshit.

“Freddy's is dying, Dave, and the company's had to… adapt.”

Dave now had weekend plans to visit Bakersfield.

Not dignifying Scott with a response of acknowledgement, Dave just marched off to the office to fuck around on the computer.

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Tuesday, XX/20/93

Another boring day of not murdering children. Another day of ignoring Phoney’s paranoia.

Dave decided to explore the security office next to kill some time.

Scott of course noticed Dave’s detour. Seeing him in person again… it filled him with determination. A determination to… do something about him, certainly to stop his usual plan to shut down this location. He’d already gotten rid of the springlock suits last weekend, a crucial ingredient to Dave’s shenanigans that hopefully bought him more time.

He was personally familiar with what this “man” was capable of, and he wouldn’t have it occur under his watch. And certainly not if his hide depended on it.

…

Well shit.

“Rip in fuck, nerd.”

Dave kicked the dayguard’s nearly headless corpse aside to raid the office drawers for anything interesting.

Most of it was junk like tape, post it notes, pens… no scissors. Maybe he could just draw some dicks and post them around the–

Ah. A tape recorder. Those’re always fun to mess with.

He played the one that was currently inside.

“Hello? Hello, hello? I have a message for you... to help you get settled on your first night. Umm, I actually–"

Dave immediately paused it. He didn’t know why he expected anything other than the same old tiring Scott voice stuttering through some training script. As the years went on, that same voice only irritated him more and more.

But then Dave smiled with bored inspiration and pressed Record.

"Sorry. I just had to cut that asshole off. What a fuckin' nerd.

Anyway, good fuckin' going on landing a minimum wage job. Where you have to fend off gigantic felt-covered bastard animals who want to smack your neck and stuff you into a fuckin' bear suit.

That phone guy left some tips of his own to help you survive. But honestly, it didn't do him much good. Spoiler alert: he fuckin' died. What a nerd! So, good ole Davey's gonna give you some of his pre-recorded safety tips!

By the way, this place is totally fuckin' haunted, and that's on me. I sorta murdered a few dozen kids, back in the 80's and stuffed them into the robots out of pure spite for the company. Don't worry though: kids don't count as real people. I'll call ya tomorrow. And remember: you can't out-wrestle the bear, so don't even try."

Satisfied with a job well done, he hit Stop. It felt good to make a positive difference in the world sometimes. Ah, who was he kidding? He smirked thinking of the next nightguard they’d hire hearing this as they fended for their life.

…He was still bored, so heck, tape #2.

"uh, hello? Hello? uhh, well, if you're hearing this then you made it to day 2! um, congrats! U-uh, I won't talk quite as long this time–"

"Hey, how ya doin' man? It's me again: Big Dick Davey! Night 2, eh? Good job on not getting stuffed into a tacky fuckin' bear suit! Honestly, the night should be the exact same as last night was, just with slightly angrier robots who will try to rip your throat out twice as hard.”

He drifted onto a Foxy-related tangent. He had too many opinions to not share them.

“...Well, that's enough pretending that I care about your safety for this night. I'll call you tomorrow with more Freddy's-related bullshit trivia. See you on the meanside.”

Dave looked up at the clock. Seriously? Only 2:15?

Ugh, whatever, let’s just record another.

"Hello, hello! Hey, you're doin' great! Uh, most people–"

"Hey, yo, doggo, it's me, Davey. Wow, night 3. Incredible. See, if there's one thing I can do, it's give bad advice to future night guards.

By the way, since these messages are pre-recorded, I have no actual idea whether you're actually alive or not. Let's be honest, statistically, you probably died back on night 1.”

He looked down at the poor bastard on the ground behind him.

“Priceless. If you're still alive, worry not. To survive tonight, just do the same shit you did last night, but better.

Just don't dick around and you'll be fine. I'll speak to you tomorrow, dude.”

Dave was starting to get bored again, so he called it a day and stood up from the office chair.

Oh, right. He should probably let Scott know about that bozo on the ground. He considered just letting him be a fun surprise for Scott later, but he was still in the paranoia phase, so Dave would probably be blamed for murdering him if he didn’t report it. He missed that one Colorado Phone Guy, he was probably the most chill one he ever had the pleasure of fucking over.

It was also the Phone Guy he and Old Sport got to take down together.

Man he missed those fleeting days.

…

“Hey Phone-fuck, yer dayguard’s dead.” He thumb-pointed behind his shoulder toward the room he’d just come from.

“Oh godd-dang it, already?”

Scott grumpily walked over to the security office. Dave had to admit, this one was off-putting for sure, but he appreciated the laxer programming on the fake professionalism of this guy.

Though it made him uncannily human to him, and that circled back to off-putting.

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Another night, another stack of papers for Scott motherhecking Cawthon.

He let out a stressed sigh.

Already he could expect to file another dead security guard. More applicants to reconsider already too. Jeebus, it was only the first night on the job, Randall!

Well, comparing the previously declined applicants against each other again, he– hey, wait a minute, there’s another new application that was submitted today.

Mike Schmidt

Applying for nightguard.

Experience: 20 years in night security, 10 years with Freddy’s.

Place of residence: Hurricane, Utah

H-How conveniently perfect. Although there was no Mike Schmidt in any of the company files despite such a history… He was one of those name-changers. …Whatever, taking their applicants at face value was the Freddy’s way. He of all people should know that better than anyone else.

The programming in his head told him Schmidt was a perfect candidate.

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Wednesday, XX/20/93

Dave came in for day 3 of bored snooping around. Hell, maybe he should just start the killing already, just so he could move on from this extra depressing, windowless dump.

The Phone Guy learned surprisingly quickly not to interact with Dave if not necessary, but that still didn’t end his unusually keen hypervigilance on his movements throughout the building. Dave half considered just dismantling this Phone Guy early himself since his usual MO was already being derailed off tradition.

Not committed to any particular plan yet, Dave went to the kitchen to locate a knife or any sort of stabby paraphernalia for future reference. And to his severe chagrin, there wasn’t a single knife to be found in any of the drawers or counters. Not even any forks.

It was a good fuckin’ thing Dave was a creative thinker, and right now, he was using those creative juices to think of payback for that damn Phoney. Phone Guys were never this annoyingly proactive.

But what, did this guy really think Dave wouldn’t provide his own tools when the time comes? The more annoying Phoneys often had a knack for thinking they’re two steps ahead of his plans, but all those Phone Guys were long gone now. Dave grinned at the thought of that. Served those creeps right.

He found himself in the office. There was paperwork strewn about the desk. There was no reason not to rifle through it. At the top was an application that Scott seemed to have accepted based on the red pen marks circling him when the others seemed blank.

Mike Schmidt, huh?

The more Dave read and pondered his application, the more a hope unexpectedly began to flicker where his heart should be. This guy had quite a history with these restaurants…

He booted up the computer to check the employee file on him, and there was one. Opening it… it seemed to be created this morning? This was a good sign.

Mike Schmidt.

Age: ?? (Note: Avoided answering)

Residence: Hurricane, Utah

Employment history: 1993-current, Nightguard, Location #1

Note: Skin does not look healthy. Avoid physical contact in case of STD, we can’t afford such lawsuits like we used to. Mike doesn’t talk much either. Exercise caution around him.

Heart elated, Dave promptly headed off to the security room.

…

He hit Record.

“...Old Sport! Oh, how I've missed you! You came back. You always come back. Have you come back for me, old sport? Have you come back for ole Davey? I knew it, I just knew that you really loved me!

Look, I have to go, old sport. But, I'll be right back tomorrow night, okay? Stay alive, old sport. I'll speak to you again tomorrow, sportsy!"

And with that promise recorded, Dave excused himself from work early to start his drive to Bakersfield a couple days ahead of schedule.

And Scott was awe-struck to see Dave just run out like that. The programming screamed how wrong it was and urged him to drag him back here, but the programming also screamed at him to stay here on-site during working hours.

But most of all, his memories screamed that Dave was up to something disastrous. And this time, he would be at the receiving end of the catastrophe.

His programming faithfully corrected each and every one of the panicked swears he muttered as he paced back and forth.

Unable to calm down all the tension in his head, Scott looked for something to distract his mind from the impending dread.

There. Something. That da-dang machine over there.

It was always broken, and with no Dave to watch like a hawk right now, maybe finally fixing the poor thing would calm him down. Clearly no one else was going to do it so he might as well. He went to Parts and Service for a wrench.

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A dream of being at his old Freddy’s job.

It was disorienting.

It probably wasn’t real.

Before long, he noticed a puppet standing there before him.

“I’ve never seen you before.”

“W-What do you want? What’s going on?”

“The five children.

Ten years later and they still do not rest.”

“I… don’t understand.”

But that felt like a lie after he said it.

“Gabriel. Fritz. Susie. Jeremy. Cassidy.

They’re all still waiting for rest.”

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Thursday, XX/21/93

Yesterday was strange. He’d had the strangest dream when he fell asleep against the machine he’d just fixed, and then he felt compelled to carry out even stranger errands for the puppet in that dream. But… it felt right to do it. Something about the robots seemed tame this morning.

-End WIP

#thanks so much for the ask! :D #dsaf #dayshift at freddy's #dsaf fanfic

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