#on my bunny agenda once again

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Happy Year of the Bnnuy, enjoy the first doodle of the year featuring Ingo and his biggest fans

#happy new year #on my bunny agenda once again #this time with more shitposting #also hoping this is safe to post on tumblr I think it's really tame at least #just a smidge of thigh #rambling #pkmn #pla #submas #ingo #zisu #melli #gaeric #volo #oc: anton #year of the bunny #gladhand art

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I Guess You Just Don’t Love Me Anymore

GIF from @glowing-starlight on Tumblr

I was so taken by @ash-arts-but-sinful's post which mentions P being jealous of the cat and @oldworldghost’s post which contains the idea of him becoming more mischievous and sassy as he becomes human that I just had to write a little something, I hope it’s alright that I drew on your thoughts for some inspiration!

As a disclaimer, I haven’t finished my first play-through yet so this is more of a character study based off of what I’ve experienced in-game and what I’ve been seeing on Tumblr instead of delving heavily into the world-building and established story that exists within the game. So hopefully no spoilers and it’s very likely that this won’t at all line up with the in-game timeline.

Big thanks to @cupidsredcollar beloved for proofreading <3 

For as long you had known Pinocchio you had never known him to be a jealous individual, in fact, when you’d first met that bleak, overcast morning in Hotel Krat you had been almost unsettled by his uncanny nature. 

His features were perfectly human, aside from the metal prosthetic he’d been fitted with. He had freckles and soft hair, a face that looked fashioned from a real person instead of the smiling caricatures Krat’s puppets were usually fitted with. 

But despite his boyish features, his face barely moved, he nodded along to Sophia as she gave him the task of locating his father, Mr. Geppetto, and tilted his head in question as Lady Antonia explained the concept of lying but his brows didn’t so much as pinch, his lips didn’t quirk and his eyes looked straight through you as you had wished him safety on his travels.

So watching in real time as he came into his own was something you cherished greatly, you continued to watch him grow and change, become something new. Pinocchio chose to spend a lot of his down time with you, he said he found you interesting, that you had a way of explaining humanity that made sense to him and over the last couple of weeks something had started to shift in him.

No, Pinocchio had never been a jealous individual, for as long as you’d known him.

Until today.

Your morning had started normally, woken up by the cool feeling of P’s lips against your forehead, human hand smoothing back your hair. He mumbled something about needing to go out, you tried to convince him to come back to bed, he tried to convince you to get up (he always wins).

P drags you down to the kitchen, you eat and he watches, something that was initially a little awkward but you’ve come to really look forward to, then you farewell each other at the rear entrance of the hotel. 

He holds you close to his chest, resting his lips to your hairline and making you promise to look after yourself and your companions while he’s away, you make him promise to be careful though you know he’s not always able to, often catching glimpses of Sophia muttering blessings and incantations under her breath in the foyer.

“It’s just Ergo hunting today, I’ll be more than careful.” He whispers, human arm winding around your shoulder. You breathe him in, hands to his chest feeling the odd sensation of his heart, not quite a tick but not quite a beat. 

You lean up to kiss against the slant of his jaw, his mechanical pulse jumping in response. He looks down at you, you catch the fondness in his blue eyes without mistake, he captures your lips in his, holding on for a second longer than he knows is necessary (it’s not like you mind though).

Lounging against the doorway, watching him walk towards the entrance of Elysion Boulevard, he turns and gives a last longing look over his shoulder before stepping through the wrought iron gates and disappearing from view.

You sigh, making your way back inside to start on your usual round of chores, helping where you could to take the load off of Polendina who needed more time to focus on Lady Antonia and her illness. You had just returned to the puppet butler for more tasks when you noticed movement on the top of the shelf behind the front desk. 

Sitting tall and proud was Hotel Krat’s resident sweetheart, Spring, tail swishing steadily as she kept watch of the foyer from her perch. The white and orange cat jumped down to the desk as she noticed you, laying down across the dark wood and turning over in gesture for belly rubs; which you gave happily. 

“She’s been very noisy today,” Polendina explained, stroking the cat, “I wonder what she’s trying to tell us?”

“Probably trying to manipulate us into giving her more treats, isn’t that right?” You accused lightly, you were sure that if he could, Polendina would be smiling. 

“There is another load of laundry that needs folding, could I have a hand?” He asked politely.

“Of course Polendina.”

And it seemed you had found yourself a shadow, Spring making an unreasonable amount of noise as she followed you and Polendina around the hotel. She wound between your legs, chirruped in response to your voices and bumped her head against whatever part of your bodies were within her reach. 

It was no surprise that Spring was loved by the inhabitants of the hotel, and it was very apparent that she loved them back, well everyone except for P. Not for lack of trying of course, he followed your advice of trying to build trust between him and the animal but she wouldn’t so much as let P touch her, hissing her disapproval for all to hear.

You’d often watch as P would recoil from Spring, the feline swiping and spitting at the puppet. You couldn’t tell from his expressions if the cat’s dislike for him bummed him out but sometimes as he lay next to you in bed he would lament quietly that Spring hated him, which would award him a sound of humoured pity and a kiss for the cheek.

It wasn’t clear what it was about P that set Spring off so aggressively. In all the time you had spent at Hotel Krat she’d never behaved in such an unfriendly way, even complete strangers who would seek refuge for short periods of time were welcome to interact with Spring freely. 

She would bask in the attention. You hoped that she would eventually come around to the puppet, given it looked like he would be around for the long haul and you just knew the two would be the best of friends if she would stop being so nasty.

But P was patient, far more patient than you were and it showed as you folded and unfolded the same piece of linen for the third time without realising, Polendina placed a gloved hand over your own, silently relieving you of duty.

“Apologies, my mind seems to be elsewhere Polendina.”

“You worry for the boy, it’s only natural that your mind wanders.” You sometimes forget how long Polendina has been around, having been a close companion of Lady Antonia’s for decades. You had a feeling he knew more about human emotions than he let on, somehow he always knew what to say when it came to your thoughts surrounding Geppetto’s Puppet. 

“I just can’t help it, and with him figuring out who he is, I fear he’ll get himself hurt by being too kind.” You wring your hands in your lap, focusing hard on the lines in your skin as you try to keep yourself from thinking of anything too awful.

“He has met humans who have given him trouble before and he has a good head on his shoulders. I would wager that you have nothing to worry about, but I understand that may not put your mind at ease.” 

“It doesn’t but thank you.” Your hand went to Polendina’s shoulder with a smile. “I think I’m going to find something else to do, try and get my mind off of things.”

Polendina nodded once, going back to folding the linens, “I’ll send the boy your way when he returns.”

You smiled in earnest, appreciative of Polendina’s knowing kindness. 

Spring, who had been lounging between you and Polendina, got up, stretching herself out and scampering over to your side. She meowed frantically to grasp your attention. 

Her interruptions continued as you made your way around the kitchen. It wasn’t particularly dirty given how little it was being used now, however, the repetitive action of wiping down the countertops and sweeping the floor were just the distraction you were looking for. 

Your ears perked up at the heavy steps of boots on marble floors, the jingle of P’s belt was something you could identify in your sleep. He stood tall in the doorway, all sweet smiles and fidgeting hands. Happy to see you, always happy to see you.

He was shockingly clean as he approached, resting his forehead to yours as his hands found their place on your waist, all the scolding about tracking oil and muck through the hotel was finally paying off.

You ran your hands over the intricate designs embossed onto the lapel of his coat, smoothing the fabric down before hooking your hands behind his neck.

“Welcome home, pretty boy.” You cooed, brushing your nose against his. 

He liked the small intimacies you shared, bunny kisses you’d come to find were a favourite of his.

“You can go and relax if you want, I’m just cleaning.” You offered, but he shook his head. 

Spring had also gotten bored of waiting on you, brushing up against your legs. So there you stood, sandwiched between your two favourite beings. 

And two shadows wouldn’t be so bad if they would stop getting under foot, you laughed as Spring and P fought for your attention while you made your way around the kitchen.

P hovered close, slinging his arm around your waist as you tried to pass him. You stopped short as he pressed his face into your neck, leaning back against his chest and resting your hands over his wrist. You could feel him smile against your skin, a careful, small smile that only he could manage.

At that moment Spring took it upon herself to jump up onto the counter in front of you, hissing and swiping at P, he scowled and pulled you closer.

“Beast,” he scowled, you gaped at P, smacking the back of your hand at his chest.

“Don’t be horrible, she’s just protecting her territory,” you chided, 

“I haven’t done anything to her, yet she spits at me.” He complained, you thought your ears might be playing tricks on you at the distinct sound of a whine in his tone.

“You love her.” You reminded smugly, a truth he was unable to escape.

“Yeah, unfortunately,” he mumbled, you pushed against his hold, trying to signal your want to move and he hesitantly loosened his grip. Hand ghosting over your waist as he watched you go, you threw a smile over your shoulder which he returned in kind.

You gave Spring a kiss on the head, letting her nuzzle her face against yours before scooping her up and putting her down on the floor where she went back to curling around your legs.

“Ah, so the cat gets a kiss but I don’t?” P asked. You snorted, flinging the rag you’d been using to polish the countertops over your shoulder.

You lent your hip against the counter and crossed your arms over your chest, “you never asked for a kiss, how was I supposed to know that’s what you wanted?”

“I feel like it was obvious.” He placed both of his hands on the counter, stretching his arms out straight as he pushed against the granite. 

You rolled your eyes in jest, unable to keep the fond smile from creeping onto your face, playfully exasperated you closed the short distance between the two of you. Lifting up on your tip-toes to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, he was quick to move his head once you’d pulled back. Hands to your waist and pulling you against him, sealing his lips to yours so quickly it pulled a sound of shock from your throat.

“What’s up with you today, you’ve been awfully touchy.” You teased, twisting the ends of his hair between your fingers. “Not that I’m complaining of course.”

“Missed you,” he murmured, pressing his lips to your forehead tenderly. 

“I missed you too, always miss you when you’re gone.” You placed a hand on his cheek, thumb rubbing gently under his eye.

He pulled the rag from your shoulder and threw it behind you unceremoniously, taking your hand from his cheek to drag you out of the kitchen, a laugh bubbled out of your throat that P was happy to mischievously return.

He led you to the library, seating you at the piano and turning away to rifle through the sheet music stacked in a crate on the floor. He’d been getting better day by day. 

His body wasn’t exactly built to do delicate actions but that never seemed to stop him, in fact, he was inexplicably drawn to all the soft parts of being human even if initially he was afraid to get it wrong. The last thing he’d ever want to do is hurt anyone close to him and for that reason he was acutely aware of the raw strength he possessed.

Though his conscious effort to be gentle made all the difference.

Spring decided she’d had enough of being ignored, jumping up onto the piano bench and brushing up against you, pressing close and then curling down next to you. P turned around, the particular book of sheet music he was searching for held up in his hand, his expression dropped almost comically as he noticed Spring’s position next to you, taking up what was going to be his spot.

“Move her,” he says simply, you throw your head back with a hearty laugh but P’s serious expression doesn’t change.

“No,” you start with a laugh, “Spring got here first, you’ll have to pull up a chair.”

P continued to stand his ground, you wondered if he hoped his very presence would annoy Spring enough that she’d disappear of her own accord, but the cat only opened one eye. She regarded P from her curled up position before nestling her chin back down into her tail. 

It was like Spring knew she was in his spot and was smugly showing off to him, purring loudly.

“P, I’m not moving the cat. Just come and sit on the other side of me.” You insisted, watching as his unappreciated love for the animal won out and he stalked off to get a chair. You chuckled under your breath and passed your fingers through Spring’s soft fur.

“You are so mean to him, you know? He’s quite fond of you and I think you two would be very good friends if you gave him the chance.” You whispered to the cat who ignored you, continuing to purr unabashedly.

Unbeknownst to you, P watched your interaction with the feline from the doorway, his chest feeling warm in a way he wasn’t quite used to yet. Touched by your words that you thought were falling on deaf ears.

He gave in to your fondness for the cat, pulling his chair up next to you, fingers gently flitting across the keys as you hummed softly, head resting comfortably on his shoulder. He decided he didn’t mind this so much.

Late in the evening, however, he decided he did mind. 

You were curled up in your bed a book in hand and Spring dozing lazily in your lap, he entered the room and his shoulders physically dropped.

“What’s the matter?” You asked, thumb placed between the pages of your book as a makeshift bookmark. 

“Nothing,” he mumbled, sitting down unceremoniously on the edge of your bed to take off his shoes.

You placed the now forgotten book on your bedside cabinet, the act of sitting up a little difficult with the cat in your lap. You reached for his shoulder but he shrugged off your hand, trying to hide the action by stripping off his coat.

He stood and draped the coat over the back of your desk chair and moved to unbutton his waistcoat, all while staring down Spring with a scowl.

It clicked.

“Are you jealous of the cat?” You wanted deeply to believe that your Pinocchio was not jealous of a cat, but you couldn’t come up with a more sound explanation.

“I don’t know what that word means.” He lied, avoiding your gaze entirely, unbuckling his belt and dumping it on the desk, Gemini didn’t say anything so you assumed he mustn’t be awake.

“Yes you do,” you rolled your eyes, “I remember very clearly the conversation we had about it.” 

He didn’t respond, turning his back to you and focusing his attention on rifling through the dresser drawer full of his clothes. The sleep clothes he was looking for were folded at the end of the bed.

“It’s okay that you’re jealous of-”

“I am not jealous.” Quick, concise and with no room for argument, he spun back on you. His snapping didn’t phase you.

“Uh huh,” you teased with a smirk, turning all your attention back to Spring who’d been ignoring your exchange.

Perhaps what you were doing was a little mean, given that before you hadn’t been ignoring him on purpose, but it was too fun an opportunity to pass up. P let out a disgruntled huff, shuffling around in your peripheral.

“I guess you just don’t love me anymore.” He offered with his arms crossed over his chest, your jaw dropped and a shocked laugh fell out of your open mouth.

“You take that back, immediately!” You snapped playfully, sitting up fully and annoying the cat enough for her to get up and move.

“Make me.” The challenge he’d levied would mean conceding to his childish behaviour but after all he’d been through, you thought it only fair. 

You pulled the sheets back and stood from the bed, crossing the room to him. He tried to act as though he was uninterested, tried to pretend that your hands on his chest didn’t affect him, tried to ignore the speed of his heart as it hammered under your palm.

Your hands travelled the beaten path they always did, from his chest to his collarbone, then hooking behind his neck. Trying to pull him down was useless, like trying to topple a brick wall with bare hands, but you caught him staring out of the corner of his eye.

“Look at me.” Your whisper was a command, and he had always been faithful to a fault. “I love you.”

He tried to hide the oncoming smile, dropping his chin to his chest, but you were quick to guide his gaze back to yours. There was no way you’d be missing that careful grin. His eyes were soft and gentle when they met your own, there was hesitance in them that you didn’t want to see, so you kissed him.

He melted against you, arms winding around your back and pulling you against his chest, you hummed and he couldn’t stop the full blown grin from forming on his lips; breaking away to look at you like a giddy school boy.

“Are you going to take it back?” You asked, brushing your nose against his in a bunny kiss. 

“Will I still get to kiss you if I do?” He joked, you rolled your eyes albeit in good nature, hands cradling his cheeks as he continued to smile.

“I think that can be arranged,” you mused, leaning in to kiss him again, the two of you falling into familiar rhythm with one another.

Spring slinked out of the partially open door, tail held high, she had seen more than enough.

#I started writing this in October when I had barely scratched the surface of the game #Still have not finished it though lmao #Also sorry for all the @’s I just wanted everyone to be properly credited and what not if that’s annoying lemme know and I’ll make sure it’ #Do I know anything about anything? No #Also P talks a lot in this one #Controversial I know :o #I’m kidding #I realised after writing all of this out that the game takes place over like 3 days #So just suspend reality for me if you would #I am no stranger to lengthening the timeline to fit my selfish needs I will do it again in fact #And you will not complain because I wrote the puppet boy kissing YOU 🫵🏻 #pushing my bunny kisses agenda once again #Lies of P x Reader #Pinocchio x Reader #Lies of P #Don’t ask me where the puppet is on the humanity scale because I do not know #jan 2024 #Pretty Boy series #🦋 let your conscience be your guide

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I Feel Safe with You

Pairing: Jake Webber x fem!reader 

Disclaimer: I had this really cute idea of Jade dating someone with the complete opposite when it comes to style and more of a quieter personality. Maybe a couple different videos all together of Jake’s but with my own spice? It’s just some fluff. We’ll see. Enjoy!

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5 months of dating Jake Webber and it’s just now that you agreed to partake in one of his youtube videos. The world knows of your relationship with Jake. At first they were not accepting and you understood since a lot of the fans were still hung up on Jake and Tara. Plus your style is very different from Jake. Coquette style is the term you could use to describe your everyday clothes. 

Jake had explained a little bit about the agenda today. You packed a small bag because Jake, Johnnie and you were all going to stay at the Queen Mary. You were not into haunted places but for Jake you’d suck it up. Zipping up your bag you walk to the full length mirror in your bedroom to check your outfit one more time before meeting Jake and Johnnie outside. Today you went with a baby blue bow in your hair. You’re warmer baby blue leggings under a darker shade of blue skirt that connect to the top half of your outfit being the same color. You did decide to put on black combat boots as you noticed that Jack and Johnnie seemed to favor those shoes, usually accompanying their black outfits. It was a bold decision on your part but you think that Jake would like the surprise. Accepting what you were wearing you grab your phone off the charger along with the bag on your bed and head outside locking the door on your way out.

You see the all too familiar Tesla outside and you see Jake leaning outside the car. His eyes lighting up once he sees you “Bunny!” He started calling you bunny after him explaining to you one day that the light colors you always wore reminded him of an innocent little bunny as he put it. His smile is big and you couldn’t help but smile back whenever you see those precious dimples of his. Before anything he wraps his arms around you and you drop your bag to put your arms around his neck and lean up to meet his lips in a kiss. The tiny electric zap you felt everytime you both kissed never left since the first one. He leaned back from the kiss taking you in. “You look beautiful, and I love the shoes” he leans down to get a better look as you chuckle to yourself. “Hey guys we have a video to shoot” you jumped not even realizing Johnnie rolled down his window. Jake took your bag to put in the trunk and you smiled at Johnnie, “I told you that you didn’t have to sit in the back just because I’m here” He rolled his eyes playfully, “Just sit up front, I know you want to be next to your lover boy” You did as he said. Johnnie and you have developed a good relationship since you were always going over to Jake and Johnnie’s place to hang out.

Jake slides into the driver seat putting his seatbelt on and turning his gaze to you, “so here’s the plan’ he held up his finger and pressed record on the camera he had situated on the dashboard of his car. “Hey guys it’s Jake and today I have a very special guest” “ME!” Johnnie puts his hands up and it makes you laugh. “Yes it’s Johnnie, but we also have my girlfriend joining us today in our adventure tonight. It’s going to be a long video so hold onto your horses” you quirked an eyebrow at him after waving to the camera, never hearing that phrase come out of his mouth. “So here’s the plan, we’re going to the store to get snacks and drinks because it’s going to be a long night. We will be staying overnight at the Queen Mary.” “I’m not excited about this,” Johnnie added. “How’re you feeling Bunny?” you couldn’t help the blush on your face knowing that his fans will be watching this. “I’m nervous for sure but it should be fun” Jake started speaking again, “ Alright with that we will see you all at the store” he leaned forward and clicked the button on the camera to stop recording. 

“What music do you want to listen to, Bunny?” you sat with your hands in your lap as you looked over at Jake, his eyes bright, the slight smile that’s always on his face, his sharp jawline, tamed hair and the tattoos on his arms as that’s the only exposed skin you could see. “Whatever Johnnie wants” you smiled sweetly as Johnnie cheered in the back seat. With that, some alternative music played in the background as Jake started driving toward Walmart. It was already dark out so you could only assume it was the Queen Mary you all were staying at and not a hotel. 

At Walmart, Johnnie was holding the camera filming Jake and you as you three went around the store with a cart getting snacks. Jake and Johnnie continuously make you laugh with their ridiculous jokes and comments. In a random aisle as Jake is talking he randomly starts singing ‘Fall for you by secondhand serenade’ you couldn’t help but join in as he was just singing the chorus. When you both stopped singing you looked down blushing slightly not noticing the way Jake looked at you with so much adoration in his eyes, the camera catching everything. While shopping it was the little things Jake did, putting his hand on your back, holding onto your hand and sneaking forehead kisses whenever he could. That’s what you loved about Jake, he was funny and entertaining but he cared with his whole heart. 

After Jake put the snack bags in the trunk, you all got in the car and headed toward the Queen Mary. Your anxiety was getting worse as you got closer and closer to the ship. You’ve never been to the Queen Mary but you heard of it, and saw the video with Sam, Colby and Jake. It never looks so bad behind a screen but you could only imagine what they were actually feeling during the whole thing. Pulling up to it would never prepare you for the feeling of dread that washed over you. The ship is way bigger than you expected and you wish you could back out of the video but you’d never want to disappoint Jake like that. The expression on his face when you agreed to finally be on a video is something that you’ll never forget. Your heart felt so full that day. 

Getting out of the car, Jake waved over someone you couldn’t see until they got closer. Then you realized it was their friend/cameraman. He immediately set everything up and you stood in front of the ship. Jake in the middle of you and Johnnie. The camera started recording and Jake started, “Ok, so as you see, we’re in front of the Queen Mary, one of the most haunted places in the United States.’ Jake stopped talking and said “look behind you” you immediately wrapped your arms around Jake, his arm going around you and started rubbing circles on your arm with his thumb “Oh god what’s there?” It was a man wanting to hear Jake talk about the ship. So he continued talking about different facts about the ship, you still held onto him as he made you feel safe and protected. You three talked about ghosts and then made the journey onto the ship. Refusing to let go of Jake’s hand, you made it to the lobby to get the keys to your room.

Jake held both your bags as you got the keys to the room. Jake and Johnnie kept making jokes to lighten the mood which worked. Your nerves were still all over the place but being with them helped. The ship was absolutely exquisite, carpet lined the floors, polished oak for the walls, not much furniture but still pretty either way. 

The hallways were very creepy and gave you an uneasy feeling. As you all were stopped and the boys were talking to the camera there were footsteps in the background so you all looked toward the noise waiting to see someone walk out and it never happened so you went to investigate but no one was there. Your heart dropped, not seeing anything to explain the footsteps. Continuing on everytime Jake gasped when he saw something you jumped a bit into him ready for something to jump out at you but it was just him wanting to point something out. You took some deep breaths to keep your nerves in check but it was getting worse. Getting to the front of the ship, you couldn’t help but laugh as Jake and Johnnie did the titanic stance. You were on edge, nervous that one of them would fall over the railing but you let them have their fun. Everytime Jake laughed you just wanted to kiss him endlessly as it was a noise you never wanted to stop listening to. 

Going back to the ship you made it to an elevator and a maintenance guy stopped you to explain some things he experienced. The air in the room seemed heavy. Moving on from the elevator you started walking toward the pool area. The cameraman was catching a conversation between you and Johnnie as Jake walked a bit in front of you both. All of a sudden your foot slipped from under you and you hit the floor. Johnnie knelt down to help you up as Jake came over looking concerned. “Bunny, what happened?” After Johnnie helped you up you slid your foot on the ground, “The floor is very slippery, sorry” Jake hugged you, “don’t be sorry, as long as you’re okay.”

Jake suggested visiting the most haunted room in the ship, you really didn’t want to go but you followed regardless. Nothing exciting happened where the room was located and you were grateful. Finally making it toward the room you were all staying in, Jake put the bags on the bed. It was a decent sized room. A room with two twin beds and then one queen bed. There was a lot of space but the room still made you feel some type of way. Johnnie made a joke about Jake and you not being able to keep quiet during the night which made you blush once more. 

Exploring the room, Jake wanted to do a seance with candles. Jake made sure all the doors were closed and then sat down with you and Johnnie lighting the candle. You scooted closer to Jake and he put a hand on your knee making you feel better. You all heard tapping and you grabbed Jake’s hand. The room was dark, the air still heavy, you three closed your eyes as Jake started. “Is anyone here with us?” you followed up “If there’s someone here with us, give us a sign” Johnnie asked a question after and the camera glitched. Once verifying the camera was still working Jake continued with the questions. You heard a few more noises, “Jake I think you have a connection” you whispered as the bathroom door opened. You all jumped, your anxiety was through the roof. All three of you jumped up trying to debunk why the door opened. Jake walked toward the door and closed it once more after checking the bathroom. 

Jake wanted to continue with the seance. Johnnie stated that he was scared to continue. You all took a moment to calm down and then Jake blew out the candle as you all heard a noise by the bathroom so you all got up and stood by the bathroom door. The door once again opened and Jake pushed you behind him as Johnnie backed up. “We’re done” Johnnie said and you couldn’t agree more. The camera was shut off after that. “Hey listen man, I’m not sleeping here” Johnnie looked paler than normal. Jake shook his head in agreement, “Let’s head back home and I’ll end the video there.” 

As soon as you stepped off the Queen Mary you felt like a weight was lifted from you and you were able to breathe lighter. The car ride back to Jake and Johnnie’s was quiet. Jake brought the bags in the house, “Let’s end the video real quick” we followed him to the living room where he lifted the camera. “Ok so we decided that we were not staying at the Queen Mary and went back home. Thanks so much for watching and I’ll see you all soon!” He shut the camera off as Johnnie walked away to his bedroom you assumed. “Bunny’ Jake looked toward you holding your shoulders, ‘did you want to go home or stay with me?” You never slept over Jake’s, though you’ve been over more than a dozen times. You bit your lip and nodded not wanting to stay at your place alone. He smiled lowering to kiss you. It was short and sweet before he went to get your bags and lead you to his room. “You can get changed and I’ll be back in a minute.” He left the room and you changed into a light pink short and t-shirt pajama set. Taking your bow out of your hair and walking to his connecting bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth.

Once finished you walked out seeing Jake shirtless in his bed. You stood there smiling. He patted the spot next to him, “Come here Bunny, I won’t bite unless you ask me too” You chuckled while getting under the covers next to him. He shut his lamp and put his arms around you pulling you closer. You felt safe in Jake's arms, you felt like you were at home. “Thank you for today, I know it was a lot for you but you were gorgeous and did a great job” he kissed the top of your head. “I had fun besides almost peeing myself multiple times” That made him laugh. It was quiet for a moment, “Bunny?” you looked over able to see him now that your eyes have adjusted to the darkness, “Yeah” “I love you” he held you tighter as he waited for a response. You couldn’t help the smile that took over your face, “I love you too” With that you both fell asleep in each other's arms.

#jake webber x reader #johnnie guilbert #youtube #fluff #haunted #imagine #jake webber

[captainsy-cookiemonster]

Welcome Home

Prompt: Okay! You gonna love this A sandwich.... between....*drum rolls* Mike and Touch Starved!Will … They both brothers, and Mike is a horn dog, while after 3 month parted Will needs a hard release after a stressful business agenda😘😘

Summary: while your one roommate is away, things get steamy with your other roommate. it just so happens that the roommate who was gone comes back while you’re fooling around with the other one. this is fun.

Pairing: bi!Mikey x unnamed OFC x bi!Will Shaw

Warnings: dom x switch x switch, f2l, threeway, p in v sex, oral sex, unprotected sex, cumming inside (on, uhh both ends), grinding, little bit of degradation, implication that Mikey came in his pants while OFC was grinding on him once, my first time writing a threeway, me picking up a wip after moooonths and a very draining semester, hints at a possible polyamorous relationship?, rules of physics? is this even possible? we don’t ask these kinds of questions here sir, the female character is not described beyond having “grip-able” hair however you want to define it, for the sake of not being called inclusive enough for a reader i chose to make her an unspecified OFC

Names used: bunny, good girl, sweetheart, slut, good boy (Mikey), sir (Will)

A/N: I hope you don’t mind that I changed your prompt a little bit. I didn’t really feel comfortable writing them as brothers, so I made them all roommates. Thank you so much @wolvesandhoundshowltogether @littlefreya and @luna-aestas for helping me when i got stuck or felt it sucked. You girls are amazing ❤️ not beta'd much. Typos we're going down swingin'!

Word count: ca 4k

Title: Welcome Home

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It started as roommates. As a guy in his junior year, with friends mostly in higher semesters, Will was suddenly left with an empty apartment and a rent that was far too high to handle all by himself. 

That’s when I came into play, a little freshman who happened to not have gotten a dorm room on campus. It was especially convenient since I got a job at the little café just across the street once I was accepted into college. The wage was just enough for rent and food and I was lucky my parents still supported me.

A few weeks into the semester, another boy joined our little arrangement. Mikey was trouble, which, in a way, was good because that meant he was rarely home. He was always out partying, slept during the day, and missed most of his courses. But at least that meant it was quiet when Will and I  had to study or do homework.

That was two years ago. The three of us have become close friends, almost like family. The boys grew protective of their little barista, who would bring them their favorite coffee whenever I came home. They were almost like big brothers. Well… Almost.

Will has finished his bachelor’s by now and is currently building his own startup, while part time working on his master's program.  So he’s still living in the apartment with the two of us.

Well actually… not right now. He had to go away for three months. Something to do with his business, I can’t really remember. 

Three months alone with Mikey have been... interesting, to say the least. And fun. Lots of fun. Take that however you want.

Right now, we're lounging on the couch, watching some silly movie. I couldn't tell the name even with a gun to my head. It’s late, and Mikey's soft, but progressively more daring caress is using up all the focus I can muster. His hand snuck into my shorts and is squeezing my buttcheek. I bite my lip to stifle a whimper and press my thighs together. He does it again, drawing the same reaction from me; except this time, I bury my face into his chest. I can practically feel his smirk and look up to glare at him. I don’t even meet his eyes before his lips catch mine in a sloppy kiss. 

In a scramble of arms and legs, he pulls me to straddle his lap, his hands kneading my ass while mine paw at his chest and neck, tug at his hair, and grip his shoulders. It’s messy. It’s clumsy. It’s desperate. I want more. I need it. I need to be closer, need to feel him everywhere. 

I start grinding my hips into his crotch, feeling him grow. His hands on my hips urge me on, but instead of speeding up, I slow down. Giggling and out of breath, I break the kiss.

“Nuh-uh, remember last time? Not gonna happen again.”

Mikey huffs and rolls his eyes. “That was one time!”

Laughing, I shake my head and lean down to kiss him again. His hands are everywhere, on my ass, my hips, then sliding up my back underneath my shirt. With skilled fingers, he unclasps my bra, pulling the straps off my arms. As it falls between us, I take it and blindly throw it into the room behind us. Faintly, I hear it hitting the floor before my attention focuses on Mikey’s hands sliding up my tummy and letting his thumbs brush over that spot on my ribs. 

I gasp and grind my hips down harder, making him chuckle. In response, I capture his bottom lip between my teeth, tugging and sucking on it a little before releasing it. Can’t have the boy think he’s got the upper hand in this.

But he still thinks he does. His hands find my tits, and the triumphant grin on his face…

“Oh! Your nipples are hard! Is this turning you on, baby?”

Ugh! That boy! 

“No, Mikey. Obviously not.” I roll my eyes and snort. “And what about you? I’m sure you find it absolutely terrible to have me grinding in your lap, hm? As hard as your cock is.”

“Hatin’ it.” He grins and pinches my nipples. “You know what I’d like better?” He leans in, his breath hot against my neck. “If the two of us got naked.”

“Hm, yeah… Now that you’re saying it… that does sound like a good idea.”

Scrambling to my feet, I’m quick to slide down my jogging shorts. I’m about to take off my shirt, when Mikey gets up and stands right in front of me… Entirely naked. Damn, he’s quick!

“Lemme do it?”

I just nod, lifting my arms to assist him, but of course, he takes his sweet time, letting the tips of his fingers glide up my skin underneath the fabric. Of course, he has to squeeze my tits when he reaches them, but he lifts the shirt over my face too quickly for me to glare at him. It doesn’t stop me from trying, though. Once the shirt is off my body and Mikey sees my face, he can’t suppress a chuckle and quickly kisses the tip of my nose to make the glare disappear. To his credit, it works. A hot flush gathers in my cheeks, and I quickly turn around, searching the room for… Damn.

“Be right back,” I tell Mikey over my shoulder, taking off my panties to toss at him, but I’ve already dashed through the door before I know if I hit him or not.

Not even a minute later, I come back to the living room, finding Mikey still where I had left him, with my panties in his hands, grinning to himself, most likely proud of himself for getting me to soak them that much.

“What do you want with that?” he asks once he notices I’m back, eyes on the towel in my hand.

“Well… I thought that Will would appreciate it if he didn’t come home to cum stains on the couch.” I shrug.

“Ohhh, yeah… Probably.”

He takes the towel from my hand and puts it down on the couch, then sits down on it. Mikey pats his thighs, signaling for me to sit, but I look at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh!” He grins sheepishly, realizing what I’m looking at and quickly tosses my panties to the floor. He doesn’t even manage to pat his lap again before I climb on top of him. With one hand on my hip, the other on my neck, Mikey pulls me closer until my lips meet his, and the length of his cock rubs against my pussy.

I start to grind my hips into him, throwing my head back at the friction. I feel Mikey’s breath heavy on my neck, then his soft lips on my tender skin. His hands grip me tighter as I move on his cock, pulling my hips deeper into him. By now, the hand he had on my neck has wandered to the back of my head, tugging at my hair to keep my throat exposed to his kisses. I’m sure my neck will be covered in hickeys tomorrow. There’ll be bruises on my hip, too. Fuck! The thought of carrying his marks makes me even wetter. 

“Bunny, I need you,” Mikey pants against my neck. I nod, and he lets me go, so I can sit up. He grips his cock to guide himself in as I hover above his lap, steadying myself with my hands on his shoulders.

“Ready?” I ask.

“Just a second.”

Oh… yeah… Mikey and tits, how could I forget? With my chest on eye level, of course Mikey has to bury his face into it, peppering kisses all over my boobs, sucking and biting at my nipples until I’m a whimpering mess, swaying my hips in the search for friction, inches away from his cock.

“Okay, ready.” He grins, his free hand coming up to my hip to help me ease down on him.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! No matter how many times we do it, I’ll never get used to his size. The delicious stretch of being seated on him all the way has me panting.

“Good girl.”

“Mhh.”

For a moment, I just sit there, resting my head against his shoulder while feeling him pulse inside me. I smile against his skin when he begins to gently stroke my back. His hands shift down to my waist when I start to roll my hips slowly. He squeezes my hips, making me lift up and brace myself on his shoulders. 

Gasping, I relish in the feeling of his cock stroking every spot inside me. I go faster. Harder. His hands shift even lower, grabbing at my butt and guiding my movements. 

"Fuck," we sigh in unison, before breaking in a fit of giggles. With heaving breath, I smile at him, wiping a strand of sweaty hair from his brow before cradling the back of his head in my hands, leaning in to kiss him. He kisses back instantly, tongue swiping along my lower lip to request entrance. Opening my mouth for him, I let his tongue explore my mouth, sucking on it and trying to fight for dominance. We both moan into the kiss, the movement of our hips growing more sloppy, rushed.

"Hey, uh… Oh."

We jump at the familiar voice. Wide-eyed, we turn towards the door, where we find a very flustered looking Will. The thud of his bag hitting the floor makes my eyes snap to his hand that dropped it, then the prominent bulge in the front of his jeans. Once my eyes find his face again, I can spot the hint of a smirk playing around his lips.

"Uhm." Mikey's voice is a little shaky. I feel him twitch inside me. I look back at him, raising my eyebrows in question. He gives me a nod and grinning, I nod back. 

"Will! C'mere." I turn towards him and gesture for him to come closer. He hesitates for a moment before finally taking determined steps towards Mikey and me. 

Standing in front of us, Will leans down to meet my face. his hand reaches up to caress my cheek and I lean into it, missing the gentle touch when his hand wanders down. I gasp when I feel his fingers lightly squeezing my throat, my eyes fluttering shut when he gets even closer. His kiss is still rougher than expected, his tongue claiming dominance right away. I feel myself clenching around Mikey’s cock, a new wave of wetness soaking his lap. Will breaks the kiss way too soon. I try to chase his lips as he pulls back, but he keeps my head in place with his hand around my throat. Smiling while I pout at him, he turns to Mikey.

“Has she been good?”

I feel Mikey shuffle to sit up straighter. A moment passes before he can answer, stunned and with his mouth hanging open slightly. “Yes.” Another moment before he adds an uncertain “...sir?”

Will just nods before finally sitting down right next to Mikey. “You’re gonna be a good girl for me too?”

All I can do is bite my lip and nod. As a reward he grabs my neck again and pulls me in for another deep kiss that leaves me breathless.

Feeling Mikey’s cock twitch inside me, I start grinding on him again. Hot breath against my ear and suddenly there is a pair of lips sucking on my neck. I whimper against Will’s lips when Mikey starts to graze his teeth over the sensitive skin below my ear.

Once Will allows me a moment to breathe again, I kiss my way down to his neck. It’s so much rougher than Mikey’s, the well grown out stubble leaves my lips tingling. I feel him turning his head and his Adam's apple bob against my kiss. At first I think it was to give me better access, but from above me I hear the unmistakable sound of a hesitant but needy kiss. 

Are they- ? Oh fuck, why is that so hot?

Mikey must have felt me squeezing around him because a moment later his hand that was still on my body pushes me to adjust on his cock by the small of my back, nudging against that spot, making me gasp. Being so focused on the changed sensation inside of me, I haven’t even noticed how my nails have started to dig into Will’s chest, until I hear his groan. It wasn’t a pained groan, more like he was enjoying it. Maybe even a little too much. I took that for a sign to take the next step and while he and Mikey are still making out, I start to unbutton Will’s shirt, kissing and nibbling at every inch of skin I uncovered, making sure to scrape my nails down his chest as I go. The lower I go, the more he tangles his fingers into my hair, pushing me further. Once I reach the waistline of his jeans, nuzzle my nose against the thick hair of his happy trail and look up at him with big eyes.

“Can I?” I ask, with my hands on his thighs, close to his crotch.

“Can you what? C’mon, be a good girl. Use your words.”

Wow, those three months really changed him.

I swallow a little nervously and nod before I try again. “Can I take your cock out? I wanna taste it.”

Waiting for an answer, I watch as Mikey sucks on the side of Will’s neck, making him throw his head back and groan.

“Please… sir?”

“Yeah, sweetheart, you can.”

With eager fingers I unbutton his jeans and fumble a little before I manage to pull down the zipper. Already starting to drool with anticipation, I tug at his boxers. He lifts his hips to help me and finally I’m met with the sight of his hard cock springing free.

He is a bit thicker than Mikey, but they’re about the same length. Taking hold of him, I give the head a gentle little kiss before sticking out my tongue to collect the small drop of pre cum leaking from the tip.

“Mmm, good girl,” Will hums and strokes my hair. “Suck on it, c’mon.”

I nod before I take him in my mouth, just the head, suckling on it and toying with it a little with my tongue.

The moan that comes out of his mouth… I’ve never heard anything sexier. It has me squeezing around Mikey unconsciously. 

“Fuuuuuck,” I hear him mutter into Will’s neck. 

The wave of confidence that washes over me at the fact I’m pleasuring not one but two men makes me take Will deeper into my mouth. I hollow my cheeks and press my tongue against the underside of his cock, slowly taking more of him. As I keep bobbing my head up and down his grip on my hair becomes tighter and more and more moans fall from his mouth .

The tingling sensation that spreads through my body from that makes me try to take him even deeper, until I start gagging and my eyes begin to water. By now, my nose is pressing into his hip.

“I can’t… I can’t!” I suddenly hear Mikey wheeze. Will immediately lets go of my hair and I hurry to get off Mikey’s lap.

“What is it?” 

I’m stunned at how calmly Will asks that while I’m staring at a panting Mikey, almost panicking.

“I fucking need…” he wheeses again. Both Will and I stare at him, anxiously waiting for him to continue. “... to get off!” 

I let out a sigh of relief, watching Will chuckle and playfully nudge Mikey with his elbow. The younger man smiles sheepishly and scratches the back of his head.

“I was serious about it, though. So-” he drags out the word “- can we like… get started?”

 I nod slowly, feeling their eyes on me, and look towards Will for guidance.

“How do you want to do this?” He asks me gently, and I shrug, unsure. “Okay then, c'mere.”

While I get closer, he stands up and rearranges the towel so it covers most of the couch and drapes over the armrest, causing Mikey to jump up as well.

“Now, can you get on your hands and knees for us?” Will nearly coos, still it feels like he’s giving no room for discussion. “Isn’t she such a good girl for us?” I can hear him ask Mikey, now behind my back, and I can only imagine Mikey nodding while giving Will puppy dog eyes. “And you? You’re gonna be a good boy for us and let her suck you off.” Again, no room for discussion.

I shuffle closer to the couch's armrest, balancing my weight on my elbows on it, and give Mikey a reassuring nod. He swallows a little nervously, looking at Will, who's getting into position behind me. I lean forward to give Mike a small kiss to his hip bone, then nuzzle my face against the base of his cock. He cups my cheek with one hand, stroking his thumb across my bottom lip when I lean into him, while his other hand grips the base of his cock. I open my lips a bit and suckle on the tip of his thumb as he gently brings my face and himself into position. He pulls his finger from my mouth and I open my lips wider, giving the tip of his cock a little lick, looking up at him through my lashes to see his reaction. He groans and throws his head back. That’s when I take the head in my mouth and start playing with it with my tongue.

Behind me, Will puts a hand on my hip to hold me steady, with the other, he grabs is cock and swipes it up and down on my lips, coating himself in my juices.

“Fuck, you’re so wet!” He groans and pushes in a little. I let out a moan around Mikey’s cock, making him shiver in response. Will slowly keeps pushing in, a deep moan escaping him once he bottoms out. I can only whimper around Mikey’s cock, feeling so full already. 

“Now just stay still, baby, we’ve got you,” Will says, if a little bit strained. I nod as much as I can and look up at Mikey, who’s still holding my face. He pushes himself a little bit deeper into my mouth. I can still taste myself on him as I suck. Will starts moving, thrusting in a slow and steady rhythm, pushing me down on Mikey’s cock with every time his hips meet mine. Again, I moan around Mikey, whose hands start wandering to my hair and grips it to push himself further down my throat. My eyes begin to water when Will picks up the pace, making me take Mikey even deeper. The room is filled with the beautifully filthy sounds of the two men groaning in erotic harmony, skin slapping on skin and my strangled moans as I gag around Mikey’s cock.

“You’re being so good, bunny,” Mikey praises, breathing heavily. “So good for us,” Will adds. “Letting us use you like a little slut.” I can’t help but whimper at that, squeezing around Will’s cock. 

“Oh? Did you like that?” Will leans down closer to my ear, whispering, “You like it when I call you slut?” I nod as much as I can with Mikey in my mouth. “You’re so filthy. Nothing more than a toy for us to use.”

He fucks me harder, making me whimper and take Mikey even deeper. Tears are beginning to stream down my face, but it all feels so good. I can’t help but clench around him, the coil in my belly starting to tighten. 

So it takes me by surprise when Will suddenly slows to a stop. A little out of breath he says, “This isn’t it. Let’s take this to the bedroom.” 

Mikey nods, pulling from my mouth and Will picks me up, carrying me over to the bedrooms. My mind is far too lazy to see whose bedroom we end up in when Will tosses me onto the bed with a bounce.

“Let your head hang over the edge. Yes, just like this, good girl.”

I watch upside down as Mikey kneels down by my head, positioning himself. I open my mouth widely, obediently and he pushes his cock back into my mouth. Closing my eyes, I start sucking on him again as Will climbs up over me, kneels on the bed and grabs my thighs. He doesn’t make me wait long and thrusts back in in one smooth movement. I moan loudly around Mikey’s cock when he bottoms out, finally feeling full again. Complete, in a sense.

Before he begins to thrust, though, he pulls my hips up onto his legs, making me arch my back and take Mikey deeper down my throat. All three of us moan in sinful harmony, skin slapping and wet slurping composing a filthy melody of bliss. With the new angle, I can feel the burning coil tightening faster as the tip of Will’s cock strokes all the spots perfectly, the base of him rubbing against my clit. My moans rise in pitch, even muffled by Mikey fucking my face. His hips begin to stutter, he’s close as well. Will, of course, notices that and picks up his pace, fucking me faster.

Fuck! This feels so good!

Mikey’s groans mix with little gasps as I feel him twitch. He’s close, I can tell. I use my tongue to play with him, eliciting little whimpers from him.

“S-sir, ‘m so close… can I cum? Please?” Mikey begs between little gasps and whines.

“Go a-head,” Will tells him, his own voice strained as well. I brace myself, sucking Mikey harder. A few more thrusts into my mouth and he stills, whimpering loudly as his warm load hits my tongue. I swallow it down eagerly, but gasp when he pulls out of my mouth. I take a few deep breaths as I watch him stand and jerk himself, another, smaller load landing on my chest.

“Fuuuck,” he groans.

“Good boy,” Will praises him, doubling his efforts now, fucking me even harder. His hand comes up to my chest, grabbing and kneading my tits for a moment before swiping two fingers through Mike’s cum and bringing those fingers down to my clit, drawing slow but firm circles around the little bud. I cry out, clenching hard around him. The coil keeps growing tighter until it… Snaps. With a high pitched moan, I fall over the edge, white hot bliss carrying me as my body writhes in pleasure. Through a haze I can hear Will groan and feel a warmth spreading inside me. I open up my eyes to see him hovering above me, dipping his head down to meet my lips in a passionate kiss. I kiss him back eagerly, letting our tongues fight for dominance until we need to stop for air. Will sits up again, reaches out an arm and pulls in Mikey for a just as passionate kiss. I watch them, a satiated smile on my face. I get up on my knees, squeezing between them to kiss their necks and chests alternately. Once the part, the three of us collapse on the bed naked and panting, a tangled mess of limbs. 

“You know…” Mikey breathes heavily, “we were going to throw you a welcome home partly…”

Will chuckles at that, “You still could…”

I just shake my head, giggling. “Let’s just order pizza.”

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котенок

Pairing: Huntress (Dead by Daylight) X Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Tags: pure fluff, big strong beefy woman!!!, babygirlifies your serial killer

Summary: Reader crafts a new mask for Huntress.

Author’s Note: This is just my silly ramblings about living in the Red Forest with Anna, because I love her soo so so so much!!!! She is so very precious to me!!! This is also on my AO3!

Translations:

котенок (kotenok) - kitty

медведь (medved') - bear

любимая (lyubimaya) - darling

The mornings of the Red Forest were always your favorite. You could wake up slowly, always with the knowledge that Anna had woken at least five hours before you and had already gotten more done in that time than you would in your entire day.

You typically hated waking up in an empty bed, and habitually outstretched a hand to pat the bed and search for your lover. Despite being met with nothing in return, your huntress always made her presence known. She would pile her half of the blankets on top of you and leave a cup of coffee for you that would be cold and stale by the time you made your way to it, but you’d drink it anyways. There were even a few mornings where you were lucid enough to feel her place a kiss on your forehead and whisper something in Russian that you hadn’t learned yet.

Though the large cabin feels cold and lonely when you first rise, once you’ve lit candles and wrapped yourself in a giant cable knit sweater from Anna’s wardrobe, your home is warm and full of life. With the antler chandelier twinkling overhead and crackly folk music playing from what could loosely be described as a radio, you can truly begin your day.

There’s usually nothing big on your agenda, and that’s the way you like it. You like to keep yourself free to assist Anna with anything she needs. Even though you can only carry a few logs for the fire at a time, you love feeling helpful. You love even more when Anna sends her deep chuckle your way while carrying ten times the amount, two times faster than you. One thing you could handle, though, was starting the fire once the logs were all brought in. Sitting on the floor in Anna’s arms, covered up with blankets and drinking warm soup despite the fact that you were both sweaty from your previous labor; that was your preferred state.

But it wasn’t nearly cold enough to build a fire. Plus, the Huntress was out on a hunt, and the last thing you wanted to do right now was drag in a dead deer. Not that Anna needed any help with that.

This morning, you had a project to work on. You never knew where she got her signature bunny mask, nor what it signified for her. The only time you asked, you had only just stumbled upon the woman’s log cabin and saw immediately how much it pained her to think of the subject. Only a few days after that did you find yourself in the Huntress’s bed, finding the gorgeous face hidden under the rabbit mask. You never brought the subject up again after that.

Anna had a few other masks that she wore on occasion: a carved horse that you assumed came from the same place the bunny did, and a bear carcass that scared the absolute shit out of you the time she came home carrying the rest of the bear’s body late at night. The masks had become completely normal to you, something you rarely thought of anymore. All you knew was that they were special to the woman that was so very special to you, and so you’d embrace them as much as possible.

There were very few opportunities to give Anna gifts. In fact, there were none. You weren’t sure when her birthday was. You weren’t even sure she knew when it was, bless her heart. All thoughts of Christmas had been abandoned in your mind for a few years now, and it wasn’t like you knew what day or even what year it was at this point. Plus, there was nothing Anna ever needed. She was fully self-sufficient, and she had never asked for anything as long as you knew her.

This didn’t stop you from carving so hard that your fingers bled, though. The little wooden mask sat in your lap, already almost matching the amount of blood on Anna’s old masks just from how terrible you are with a knife. The blank eyes stared back at you, an eerie feeling creeping into your chest with the absence of your lover’s big, gorgeous eyes watching you from the mask’s holes. You were beginning to doubt yourself, foot bouncing and teeth tugging on your bottom lip as you considered just tossing the damn thing into the fire in front of you.

That was when you heard it.

That sweet hum that sparked fear in the hearts of so many others, and pure joy in yours. You immediately perk up, a big grin plastered on your lips as if you hadn’t seen your Huntress in years. You have absolutely no clue where she’s been; she could be beaten and bloodied from a fight with a bear, or just carrying a few rabbits with her. You really couldn’t care less what she’s been hunting for, all you want to do is give her the present you had been working on so diligently.

When the older woman comes clamoring in the door with nothing but a hatchet and a dismal expression on her face, your cheesy grin falls to a frown mimicking hers.

“Bad hunt?” You sigh, hiding the mask behind your back as you lift to your toes to plant a kiss to the woman’s sweaty cheek.

You’re met with nothing but one of the Huntress’s dejected grunts, a sound usually heard when the woman was swept up in the chase or was just having a really, really bad day.

“I’m sorry, медведь,” you hum softly, dragging Anna inside and closing the door behind her, the smile returning to your cheeks. “but I have something that I hope will make you feel better!” You sing, sitting Anna down and plopping yourself on her lap. You can tell she’s still in a foul mood, and even the peppering of kisses you give to her somber face doesn’t seem to help.

You rethink it all over again, but ultimately pull the gift from behind your back, looking up at your love with wide eyes, tying to assess the way her face moves, if it does at all. Anna has never been a particularly emotive lady.

“It’s a kitty, see?” You hold the mask up to your face and stick your tongue out, eyes still stuck on the woman under you. “I thought you could wear it if you get bored of your other ones. Or if your bunny gets all bloody…” You shrug a little, dropping the mask into your lap. “I know it’s kind of silly, you don’t have to wear it.”

It’s only a few seconds before the mask is out of your hands and strapped onto Anna’s face, and a little smile is peeking out from behind the cat’s nose. You can even see her eyes twinkling with what seem to be tears, if you focus hard enough.

“It’s perfect.” She grumbles in that deep, gravelly voice that just drives you mad. “Thank you, любимая .”

You’re both a couple of smiling messes now, your cheeks hurting as you place more and more kisses on the woman’s cheeks and on the forehead of the cat mask.

“You’re welcome, мой котенок!”

You giggle, but Anna’s focus has already turned to your hands, and you can imagine she’s thinking of all the ways she can heal the little cuts and bruises sprinkled on your fingers.

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Hello and welcome to Day 5 of "Let's Explore My Plot Bunnies"

Do you know that moment when you hear an opening from a childhood TV show that you were obsessed with before and your brain is like, "But what if you combine this with this and make it into a fanfic idea?". Cause this is how my brain came up with a Mo Dao Zu Shi Pokemon AU. (The Diamond and Pearl Openings are still my jam to this day)

The AU is not fully detailed in my head (yet), but I came up with two versions for it, so I will just write down some details I already have for both versions:

Ver.1

Edit: As of February 6th, this has a title : "Some roads are not meant to be traveled alone"

Wei Wuxian is a new Pokemon Trainer that just started his journey with his partner Vulpix (Kantonian)

Lan Wangji is a more seasoned Pokemon Trainer (he has been on a journey for at least 2 years) and has an Alolan Vulpix as a partner.

The two meet in Kalos, more specifically in Lumiouse City. WWX wanted to see if he could start challenging the Gyms right away, and his Vulpix got a bit too excited and ran off and got lost.

Lan Wangji is in Lumiouse City for a vacation rather than to start a new journey. His Vulpix is the one that finds WWX's Vulpix. Seeing that the Kantonian Vulpix is very young, LWJ feels anger towards the trainer who let the young fox unattended.

When WWX finds them, LWJ is ready to berate him for being irresponsible, but WWX's "Please never run off again like that Vulpix. I was so scared." stops him in his tracks.

WWX turns to thank LWJ for finding his Vulpix and apologizes for the troubles. LWJ, instead of just accepting the apology, tells WWX he shouldn't be so careless, especially when his Vulpix is so young. (LWJ is kicking himself for saying that) WWX takes offense because he wasn't being careless, nor was he abusive towards his partner.

And so their first meeting is kind of a disaster. That, however, doesn't stop them from constantly meeting around Lumiouse for the next week and then the universe (aka me) decides they should journey around Kalos together. (We all know how the relationship will progress)

Ver.2:

Edit: As of February 6th, this fic has a title:

"Life is a journey you must walk to behold"

In this version, WWX is from Hoenn (Hoenn has a lot of water = Lotus Pier). He and Jiang Cheng have been journeying through other regions (started in Hoenn, went to Kanto and Unova) but this year they want to have an individual journey for themselves.

Jiang Cheng wants to go to Johto, while WWX is going to Sinnoh.

I am on my "Give Jiang Cheng a Shinx" Agenda because just imagine him having a Shinx that is as much of a trouble maker as WWX. (Jiang Cheng's sanity is in danger)

WWX has an Absol as his partner. (The similarities between Absol's lore and WWX's personality make me believe that this is a good pair.) Also, Absol is definitely the one that is more serious and responsible between the two.

Lan Wangji and Lan Xichen are from Johto and their family is well known for being Coordinators.

Lan Wangji has an Eevee that evolved into Glaceon as a partner and has participated in a lot of Pokemon Contests in Johto and Kanto.

Lan Xichen has a Lapras as a partner and is not as interested in Pokemon Contests. He does, however, like to nurse Pokemon back to health and thinks about becoming a Pokemon Doctor.

LWJ wants to go and journey around Sinnoh and learn more about Pokemon Battles (the Lan family doesn't like how trainers that challenge Gyms push their Pokemon so hard, and they are more against Pokemon Battles. In their words, "Contests are a more refined art. Pokemon Battles are barbaric and violent.") LWJ doesn't want to jump to conclusions on that topic, while LXC believes both can be just as good, but it depends if the Trainer is a good person or not.

LWJ, once in Sinnoh, wants to experience a Gym Challenge for himself, so he decides to go to Oreburgh City and challenge Roark, the Gym Leader.

He ends up watching a battle between Roark and WWX instead and falls at first sight for WWX and for his passion for Pokemon Battles. WWX is also very kind to his pokemon, so inner LWJ aproves even more of his choice in love interests.

WWX and LWJ end up traveling through Sinnoh together. (Team Galactic is the main villain that they seem to find/fight against all throughout the journey too)

On the other hand, LXC meets Jiang Cheng and decide to travel together through Jotho, with LXC using this journey to further his knowledge as a Pokemon Doctor and to learn more about Jiang Cheng, who, although says harsh things all the time, is a kind person.

LXC and Jiang Chen end up dealing with Team Rocket during their journey.

There you have it.

This is about everything that I have about this AU. Honestly, I think this one will probably continue to grow in the back of my mind for a while longer before I come up with a title for it and, possibly, even scenes (be it Battles or Contest Performances).

So, what do you think? Good? Bad? Let me know!

I might post some more things later today, but for the moment, I am gonna wish you guys a good morning/day/night.

Till next time,

- TooManyPlotBunnies-Send Help

#fanfic ideas #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #wei wuxian #wei ying #lan wangji #lan zhan #lan xichen #jiang cheng #pokemon au #wangxian #pokemon trainer wwx #absol is probably the best pokemon partner for wwx; i will die on this hill #did you know Absol and Glaceon can breed? cause I didn’t till today #pokemon contest #pokemon trainer #pokemon coordinator #pokemon doctor #someone save me from my own brain rot

[sister-cna-reader]

Imagine older Bill has a protocol for the family for when Becky has her period. And has already made plans when their daughters reach woman hood too.

*cough* Anon you don't know the plot bunnies you've caused.

Muscle💪 and Beauty💅 Family my beloved💕

A resident of Berlint had to remember: An Imperial Scholar had to be well rounded, and not just a one trick pony. 

At first glance, Imperial Scholar Watkins was merely an athlete, all of his accolades sports based and not a light bulb between those bespectaled eyes. 

But the students knew better. Bill Watkins was both brawn and brains. One of the most mathematically inclined of their grade band, his Stellas divided between athletics and his top placements in math. 

Becky Blackbell knew Bill even better than that. She knew he was a straightforward type of guy, earnest, honest, respectful (it took a few years to get on a first name basis from him) and above all: A massive nerd. 

Everyone had their own niche, special interest, passion -whatever you wanted to call it. 

Anya’s was Classical Language and decoding.

Becky’s was television and movie production. 

And Bill’s was pattern recognition. His grand project for Eden was disproving the connection between discipline spikes and the Full Moon.  He was 3 years deep into it, and still had a year to go, his methodical data collecting now reduced to a mere 20 minutes twice a week. 

He was getting bored with it and Bill craved the intellectual stimulation. 

Then they had biology class on the reproductive system. 

Eden was disciplined and detached the way they presented the lectures, dry as field rations and so detailed that they were more stressed about the tests surrounding it over the impact on their social lives. 

It was complicated. 

And Bill loved every moment of it. The way hormones peaked and waned, cyclical in nature by design or by fluke. It spoke to his number bent mind. He absorbed the information like a sponge and was more then happy to volunteer his time to tutor on the subject.  

The girls in his hall were just grateful this translated into their everyday life by his readiness with discreet period supplies in his sports duffel at their disposal if they were ever in need. Pads, tampons, and even some individual chocolates were in their hands with a mere code phrase. 

Becky had mostly forgotten about this, a mere quirk of their school days she had dismissed as a passing fancy. And as they were in two different halls, she never quite understood the impact Bill had on Wald Hall’s female expectations for their future partners. 

But then she found the calender in his office when they were dating. 

It was a notebook agenda flipped open to the previous month, the moon stages denoted in symbols and a rainbow of other symbols in red, green, blue, and purple scattered throughout the boxes. 

She found a Saturday, one they had gone out to a date on.  The moon was crescent,  accompanying it was a red heart, a smiley face with a dash on either side, and a blue X. 

Becky recalled the night, she’d been in a good mood, talking his ear off about the production she was on and they’d had a wildly passionate night in a nearby hotel. 

The next Saturday the moon was nearly full, and they had another date, but he’d cut the night short- citing a stomach ache. The Red Heart had an X through it and a blue O. 

She looked at the date of their most recent outing, and the Heart was without an X again but the Blue mark was now a question mark.  

What in the world was he tracking?

“I’m ready if you are.” Bill’s voice said from the doorway, startling Becky something fierce as once again his silent steps and uncanny stealthiness caught her red handed. 

His eyes flickered to the notebook calender and his cheeks turned a bright red. 

“What is this?” She asked lightly, a giggle coming from her throat. 

“You weren’t supposed to see it.” was his only answer. 

“... Were you tracking our dates?” she rallied, keeping her tone gentle- if not humorous. 

The broad statured man shuffled on his feet, twisting his fingers together in embarrassment.  “Among other things…” he mumbled. 

“Like what?” 

At that he covered his face with both hands and she knew exactly what he was keeping track of. 

“Did you bail on that date because you thought I was on my period?” she stabbed, if only to get him to confirm. “Because I wasn’t you kn-”

He let out a strangled groan and shook his head. “Opposite actually. I think.” 

This made Becky’s face flare into a blush. “Bill!” 

“I didn’t mean to!” He almost wailed, mortified and rattling his defense, “It was just an idle thing when I was bored but then I got interested in it! I didn’t mean any harm by it! Promise!” 

He took a deep breath, and she could only look on in fondness as his words flowed on. 

“I just wanted to be sure you were comfortable, and we hadn’t talked about birth control. I didn’t have any protection on me that night and I didn’t want you to be disappointed- so I bailed. Then I thought it’d be a great idea to keep tracking it just in case so I’d be prepared and you must think I’m the worst…” 

Oh my giant nerd.  She wrapped her arms around his waist and let her head drop against his chest.  “You’re not going to sell my health information to creeps are you?” 

She could feel the indignation in the way his ribs expanded with a gasp. He clutched her close, his large hands hot against her back. “I’d never do that to you.” he growled. 

“Are you tracking anyone else’s?” 

“No!” 

“How long have you been doing this?” She couldn’t help but ask. 

He hugged her tighter, “Only two months.” 

Bill kissed the top of her head and softened a little. “You get so tired during your periods, and I just wanted to be helpful and not push you or do something stupid.” 

“So you’re tracking my period.” 

“Yes” 

She couldn’t stay mad at him for very long- at least for something so odd. “I don’t even bother to track my period so closely.” 

“It’s not like I have reliable data from two months anyway,” he mumbled, embarrassment still evident in his tone. “I can toss it.” 

“Alright Smarty Pants, I’ll let you know when it starts getting creepy.” Becky pulled herself up and gave him a kiss on the lips.  “So are we good for this date now?” 

~~

The next lady who became a beneficiary from Bill’s ultra prepared personality was not Anya - for she had long been a recipient of supplies and food since childhood, nor was it his daughters- they were still too young.

It was his oldest son’s study partner, Victoria. 

No one could blame her for asking which drawer in the spacious bathroom had the feminine supplies. It was bound to happen eventually for a young lady to need the stash. Upholstery could be washed and the uniform was black, so really it was just a mortifying experience- not world ending. 

Wanting to be sure he wouldn’t motify her any more, Robert seeked out help while she was in the power room.

But Lily was adamant that her older brother should’ve been more of a gentleman and initiate Protocol Luna. 

The Protocol that had been in rotation since before any of them were born. 

“Lily, can you help Victoria find something to wear?” Robert wheedled to his baby sister. 

Lily, in true little sister fashion crossed her arms and gave her best harumph. “She’s your girlfriend. You ask Mom for clothes she can borrow.” 

“She’s not my girlfriend!” he hissed. “We’re just studying for finals! She won’t look me in the eye ever again if I bring it up!” 

“If you don’t do it, I’ll tell Dad it’s a Code Luna.” 

“You wouldn’t” 

“I would.” 

They stared each other- daring, neither wanting to back down. The Boys learned to  never pull in their parents to their disagreements, having learned long ago that tattling would earn them burpees and enough laps to make them want to collapse. 

The girls had recognized this behavior and turned it into the most nuclear option.

One- two- three heartbeats and Lily was out the door careening down the hall from her brother’s bedroom. Her speed overcame any difference between their heights as the little girl tore down to the study where their Father sat reading the paper. 

With a mighty jump, she landed into his strong arms, crumpling the sport’s section in her haste.

“Daddy! Robert’s girlfriend has a Code Luna!” she panted. 

Bill blinked and readjusted his glasses. “And why am I being told this?” 

“You little gremlin-!” Robert panted, finally arriving- winded from his sprint. “She’s not- my - girlfriend!” 

“A very serious accusation.” Bill nodded, eyeing his son with a smile. “Should I go help her myself?” 

The thought of his giant, honest to a fault father talking to his tiny, timid classmate about bodily functions was the stuff of social nightmares. Victoria might actually short circuit from embarrassment. 

(And never talk to him again) 

“DAD!” Robert moaned in frustration. “That’s worse!” 

Thunder cracked overhead, rattling the windows. The rain that had been pouring all day intensified. 

Wrapping an arm around his daughter, the father of the house stood. 

“If she isn’t taken care of by the time I get cookies in the oven, I’ll make you twice as embarassed. And I’ll tell your mother you’ve started dating without telling her.” 

Lily smirked, curling up like a cat in her father’s arms. Got you. 

“You’re all the worst!” the teen hissed with no real heat behind it. 

A scant half hour later, Bill arrived with a plate of cookies. They were still warm from the oven, laden with dark chocolate chips and chewy oatmeal. 

Robert could see the light behind Victoria’s eyes brighten as she marveled at the size of the treats. He grabbed one out of courtesy and pushed the plate towards her side of the coffee table. 

“Have as many as you want.”

~ 

“Of course, she’ll have to stay the night!” Becky said later at the dinner table, feeding her youngest bites. “The rain is just awful, isn’t it dear?” 

Bill nodded. “She’ll take the guest room with the adjoining bathroom of course.” 

“Oh I’ve already imposed enough,” the meek guest said, looking tiny in both personality and stature amidst the Waktin’s brood.  Her borrowed outfit from Becky looked good, but she held herself stiffly, afraid to stain the garments like she had her uniform. 

Robert did his very best not to hang his head in mortification. “Don’t worry Vicky, there’s enough space for all of us plus the Desmonds.”  

Victoria still sported a faint blush that had been present ever since she had arrived. 

“So are you a tea or coffee person? Waffles or Pancakes? Do you have a milk intolerance?” Mrs. Watkins already had a writing pad out, jotting down everything she could think of for an overnight guest. “Of course, I’ll let you have the pick of some pajamas for tonight…” 

~

“I’m so so so sorry for being such a hassle.” 

Victoria had found him in the hall, blessedly empty of other family members. Robert hesitantly put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. It startled a “meep” out of her and he snatched it back. 

He attempted to reassure her in another way. “If you were a hassle, Dad wouldn’t have offered for you to stay over. And, like- he’s such a stupidly prepared person! I don’t think anything you do will shock him.” 

She fidgeted with her fingers and her lip quivered ever so slightly. “So they won’t mind if I come back?” 

Sometimes he forgot that Victoria was a dorm kid and didn’t have much contact with her guardians. “I promise they won’t mind. They’ll welcome you back any time I’m sure.” 

Just down the hall,  around the corner, and out of sight of the teens, Becky stifled her squeal behind one hand and slapped Bill’s chest in excitement with the other. 

#behind a read more cause it got long AF #Muscle and Beauty Family #Eden: License to Drive #becky/bill #becky blackbell #bill watkins #Plus BB kids #fanfiction #spy x family #Becky wanted to reupholster the couch anyways #tw menstruation #may post to Ao3 at a later date

[little-svt]

agh i miss kwannie :(( i wish i had one of him in my life lol — 🎬

GENDERNEUTRAL | ANGST + FLUFF | ft. Uncle Joshua

Wc: 800

Taglist: @pastel-princess-please @kiki-woo @fishsquishh

Boom Boom

You had been spending a lot of time Joshua. One on one. Just the two of you. No one else.

And it seemed like each time Seungkwan tried to join in, or anyone really, Baby and Jisoo time would come to an abrupt end. Things were quickly hidden away, whispers now silence. It was cute at first, two people he loved with all of his heart, voice and soul were spending time together. A lot of time together. Each time or another returning with a new bracelet, beaded or braided, handcrafted by Joshua and tied around your delicate wrist.

The fond smiles as he watched you toddle off for Shua time slowly turned to pouts and huffs, soon spiraling into unpleasant feelings. Especially with the way you seemed so perfectly trained to dodge his questions about your time together and what you’d get up to. He finally ‘snapped’ when Lee Chan himself made a harmlessly cute comment.

“Y/n kinda looks like a bunny lately, yea? Or maybe that just because they spend so much time with Shua Hyung. Double Bunny.”, Chan laughed, holding up two fingers behind his head while checking his angles on his cell phone camera.

A bunny? Double bunny? Shua Hyung? But you weren’t a bunny at all. You weren’t like Joshua. You were like him. His BBB (Baby Boo Bear). Grumpy Kwannie decided to stay from then on.

Leaving Boo to his thoughts, Chan took off to go out with a few of the guys, not noticing how deep Seungkwan had sunk over one simple comment. Checking the time, he hadn’t realized how long he’d sat there, waiting for you so that the two of you could go to bed. So with a never ending pout, he trudged to his room and fell backwards onto his bed with a loud sigh.

When you finally made an appearance , you were barely able to contain your excitement, hopping in place once you’d found Boo, on his phone in bed. This time no new bracelet joined the few that we’re currently tied around your wrist, but that didn’t really matter. Or did it? That’s where you’d been all afternoon.

“Appa!! Appa, I found you!”

“Shua Hyung didn’t make you another bracelet this time?”, he asked without looking up from the meaningless scrolling on his phone.

“Huh??”, you asked, not dwelling on it too long before your precious agenda again occupied your mind, “Appa!! I gotta show you something!!”

“Why don’t you go show Joshua… Hyung.”, Boo added the honorific at the end with a roll of his eyes, his jealousy getting the best of him.

“But I made it for you…”, you frowned, your hands still holding the small object he hadn’t bothered to lift his head to look at until now.

A small bracelet, just larger than yours, beaded with baby blue, navy and silver beads of different sizes rested in your hands. You’d laid it out flat in your palms to show off your craftsmanship in its entirety. Tension formed between Seungkwan’s brows as they knitted together, many unidentified emotions swirling in his head.

“You made this for Appa?”, he asked, reaching out to take it with your permission.

“Shua taught me!! It took a long time to get it just right.”, you explained, shyly holding up the bracelets tied around your wrist, “I wanted to make pretty ones like Shua does for you, Appa.”

“Come here, baby. Let’s see.”, he opened his arms for you, letting you crawl into his lap, holding up the bracelet proudly.

“It’s so prett-“, Seungkwan suddenly gasped, “What happened to your poor little fingers, baby???”

Taking them in his hands, he kissed each navy blue bandaid on random sections of your fingers, looking up at you with worry.

“My fingers got all red so Shua got me bandaids. Appa likes blue right??”

And he felt quite silly for his feelings as he sat there with you so giggly in his lap, so proud and so eager for his approval. By god you had it, of course you did.

“I do. I do, baby. Aigoo… you worked so hard, didn’t you, baby boo?”, he frowned, pressing his lips to your fingers over and over.

“Can we put it on??”, you held up the bracelet again, beaming ear to ear with hopeful, shining eyes.

Immediately he helped you tie it to his wrist, making a promise to himself to never get so jealous over something so silly and to be happy when you spent time with the people he loved. This promise was broken two hours later, the two of you having a late night snack when one of his previously favorite people came home for the evening. But the way you so eagerly ran and jumped into Moon Junhui’s arms would have to be discussed another day.

🧸Endnote: YOUR CALL HAS BEEN HEARD! And I am the angst queen so I had to give Boo his first angst 🤭 my first real jealousy troupe. I know this isn’t what we were expecting but I’m biased x5 😅 so BooShua? Absolutely 🫶 ~ 🐶🐰🍓

🧸Masterlist🧸

#littlesvt 🐶🐰🍓 admin #sfw agere #svt fluff #svt imagines #svt agere #agere community #svt fic #svt seungkwan #seungkwan x you #seungkwan soft hours #seungkwan fluff #seungkwan x reader #seungkwan x y/n #seungkwan #boo seungkwan #seventeen fuck #seventeen soft hours #seventeen drabbles #svt drabbles

[gato3pero]

INTRODUCTION—

i’ve been a tumblr user since 2015, middle school, and yet i have, not once, attempted to post. so here i am now, 2023, almost out of highschool, finally picking up this goddamn cursed app out of the trenches. the trenches of apps that were EXTREMELY close to being offloaded for storage saving… thats how much i used it

and now, motivated by my partner (unknowingly) to give a single shit abt this app, here i am making an introduction post.

so first off, im robbie, zara, whatever. two names because im genderfluid and have fought and been annoyed of the name i had been given at birth, only to start accepting it again when i had finally been accepted with my chosen name. i make my own problems. hence, i use both, i don’t care anymore.

i go by any pronouns, i used to have a preference but i realized…

1. theres too many people in this world that aren’t going to care about what i want, and im tired of pushing that, not that its not awesome TO push that agenda, but personally its not something i have the energy for. 2. i literally feel comfortable with one pronoun one day, and then i don’t the next, so why even bother. and im not going to bother with making people ask what im comfortable with that day, because chances are, i don’t know myself.

another awesome thing, im gay! lesbian. i fancy all types of women and don’t plan on stopping. particularly adore handsome women, or handsome people in general, that can also be cute and pretty. (is it obvious enough my lesbianism is fluid? ofc no men, but ykw i mean.)

and most importantly, INTERESTS.

i have so many that im not sure i can name every single one to count, but i’ll make a list anyway

-splatoon, mario, legend of zelda, animal crossing, pokemon, anything studio ghibli, sailor moon, vocaloid, utaloid, demonslayer, fate series, black butler, soul eater, anohana, orange, bloom into you, five nights at freddys, DUNE, sanrio, genshin impact, cookierun kingdom, identityv, hermitcraft, grian, mumbojumbo, goodtimeswithscar, minecraft, cavestory, momodora, garfield, poetry, anime(not like that), nintendo, gaming, reading, art, painting, biology, science, marine biology, cephalopods, sharks, sea bunnies, princess jellyfish, monster high, the magnus archives, markiplier, gab smolders, roblox, the backrooms….and the list goes on!

basically, anything i repost, im interested in, and its cool if you are too, so if you bother to read this, and see i like anything that you like, i’d appreciate it if you gave me a follow, though there might not be much i post…

particularly, i would post art, fanart, or random thoughts, on the rare occasion that i do.

#introductory post #introduction #newtoposting #new to tumblr #that was a lie #fnaf #tma #hermitcraft #identity v #cookie run kingdom #genshin impact #vocaloid #markiplier #gab smolders #the backrooms #apeirophobia #fate series #haiii :3

[playedbetter]

The Twilight

The fates of my characters in the event (though I’m good with continuing stuff!)

Also this is all only canon to my characters unless you want to incorporate it into what goes down with yours.

Ending 1 (Main ending)

Zachary’s body was one that was used to unnatural highs of endorphins and dopamine, even before all of this Zach had sought that out more often than he would like to admit. It had built a bit of a tolerance over the years, and the ability to recognize when he needed to sober up quickly.

Given the cause of this specific high, that was practically impossible though, so the next best thing would be to just bring himself down a bit, not completely impossible given what this body had access too.

With just a bit clearer a head, a plan came to form. Baron Winter’s mansion, the base of Nightforce, it would not be hard to brute force his way in, and it would not be ad to keep dark.

So he went there, it sat empty. Winters and his pet were no where to be found, perhaps taken by the darkness as well, perhaps hiding in the light. He couldn’t care less.

Each light went out one by one, snuffed by his magic. The fire place was last, and meant nobody was easily getting in after him. Oh well.

But the body was still deteriorating, he was coughing up his own blood. That wasn’t good, was it?

This body was quite a failure all in all, it would have been better off snagging Zatanna or somebody like that. But there was still one trick left up it’s sleeve.

Slowly the mansion, and the space around it began to freeze over, and slowly so did Zachary’s body, and the Fetch inside. Eventually it was all frozen over, nothing dared move. Zachary’s body laid next to where the fireplace stood.

Some day, eventually, someone will come. Perhaps looking for Baron Winters or the members of Nightforce. Perhaps just seeking a near empty pocket dimension. Perhaps just by accident.

And when that day comes, that stranger will be stumbling into a way to unlesh this darkness that now lived in Zachary’s body, once again.

Ending 2 (Ft, Zatanna & John)

Even with a tolerance and efforts to bring himself to a level where he could think rationally, the best he came up with hiding in the cellar of his parent's home. It was dark at least.

Meanwhile, Zatanna and John Constantine were not actually infected, they had just been in hiding. Knowing just how dangerous they would have been if the Fetches had gotten them. Things were dying down now, the Fetches were dying off quickly as the sun dawned over the horizon.

First on their agenda was uncovering where Zach was, they hadn’t been able to get to him before he had been infected, something they had both been beating themselves over. Their kid had gotten hurt, hell might be dead already. For that they just had to cross their fingers. John was a lot more sure of his survival than Zatanna.

They found his apartment in Gotham empty, it looked like the sight of either a lonely party or a break down of some kind. They found Bunny’s dead body in the next door apartment, she couldn’t withstand the Fetch for as long as the supers that had been infected. They didn’t have time to spare cleaning the scene, though Zatanna made a silent promise to return.

His dressing room was also empty, nobody had touched it in so long dust was starting to gather. There was a slight relief to Zatanna that the animal ages were open and empty, maybe they had gotten away.

The manor of the Beatrice and George Zatara was next, it had been a coin flip between checking here and Shadowcrest. They quickly found Beatrice and George hand in hand in the sitting room, both dead. There was a sense of dread looming over both the magic users, over who would have infected all these people, including the completely mundane Bunny and George.

John went into the basement alone, Zatanna was shadowing him from above using magic. All the lights were off, quickly he fixed that with a bit of magic, and as he did so heard a groan. From above Zatanna could se Zach’s form.

It was not a hard task for them to knock him, and the Fetch inside him, out. But then the question of what to do with him came up. He was infected, and it wasn’t like there was a known cure. Worse yet, he already looked on the verge of death, he had looked better for wear right out of a car wreck.

They made a hard choice, they would keep him alive and hidden using their magic, make sure he couldn’t infect anyone though. They would look for a cure. They were going to get their son back no matter the cost.

So Zach, and the Fetch inside him sat and waited, practically chained in the shade. Eventually they would slip up, get too close when it was a little too dark;

And then, the cost for their son would be the whole world.

Ending 1 (Main ending)

The Fetch inside of Jean-Paul, inside of Azrael, it found two separate sources of mental energy, both tangled togther. One of which was within it’s comprehension, where Jean-Paul’s memories lived, along with Azrael’s, and even the couple others within their mind, though those other ones tended to have less memories than Jean-Paul or Azrael.

But then, there was The System, the coding which was placed into Azrael. The black box of The Order of St. Dumas. The Fetch couldn't make sense of it. Worse yet, it was fighting back, fighting to stripe away all the pleasure which the body was experiencing. Fighting for control.

Briefly Jean-Paul got to taste what he thought freedom was like, even coughing up blood this was better than so much of his life. Even with voices in his head, not his own or Azrael’s, screaming at him to stop. This was the best he had ever felt.

It didn’t last. Each voice started to go silent. First Ascalon and other fragments formed in childhood. Then Azbats. Then Jean-Paul himself. Azrael tried to hang on but even he faded away. It was just The Fetch and The System left in the brain. The Fetch fighting desperately for control against this alien thing, something even more alien than itself.

Meanwhile The System just kept ticking on, acting out it’s self descrtuion protocol. The agent Azrael had been compromised, so had their body. It could not allow Azrael to possibly be used against the order, this body was too dangerous to live.

The Fetch lost it’s battle long enough for The System to carry out the finale order of The Order of St. Dumas, to never let Azrael turn against it’s masters, and for it to make the body embrace the flames of God.

Ending 1 (Main ending)

The sun shined over Gotham, and Damian was completely, and utterly alone. His father, and his siblings all had fallen to the invader. No matter what he did, they would die, drained of all their mental energy.

From the roof tops the city was quiet, so many people were dead, and so few of those that remained dared to venture outside, even with the light of the sun.

Every shadow made his skin crawl, and he couldn’t bring himself to enter them.

As a child he never understood the fear of the dark.

He did now.

Ending 1 (Main ending)

Jason was on the verge of being infected by Duela Dent, but he couldn't accept it, and killed them both in one quick explosion.

This time at least, it was on his terms.

#zach; misc verse #zach; solo #jean-paul & azrael; misc verse #jean-paul & azrael; solo #damian; misc verse #damian; solo #jason; misc verse #jason; solo #vrhalloweenevent2022 #drugs tw #drug use tw #addiction implied #parental horror tw #death tw #body horror tw #gore tw #dissociation tw #merging tw #loss of identity tw #religion tw #cults tw #parental death tw #sibling death tw #self immolation implied #suicide tw #murder tw #(the fetch in jpv really got unlucky to end up in the one guy who also has a motherbox in his head that was programmed by a cult) #heed the tws all this gets pretty dark

[slowtravelingcat]

Special Edition: Bring Your Cat to Work Day

Friday, December 18th, 2020 CAL - As a cat, I am a naturally curious creature. Each day I observe my best friend and roommate, Michele. Over our years of association, I have learned many things. For example, she has seemingly no fear of the water from the kitchen faucet, yet she will shy away from even the smallest bug. She is a strange animal indeed. 

Lately, though, one thing has perplexed me more than usual. It’s the thing that she calls “work”. It’s how she spends most of her time when she is not paying attention to me. I’m in luck though, because this morning Michele announced that today is Bring Your Cat to Work Day. I can hardly believe my good fortune. 

The day starts as usual. The alarm goes off and we begrudgingly climb out of bed. I eat breakfast and Michele drinks her first cup of coffee.

Next, we set up shop in front of the mysterious laptop box. She explains this is a key component of work. As she opens the magical box, I watch as she immediately becomes transfixed. This is when the descent into madness begins.

The first item on today’s agenda is a department meeting. But get this, aside from us, everyone else is INSIDE of the laptop box. I am perplexed as I carefully watch the screen. At first, there are only a few people, but as more join, each person shrinks to create space for the next. There is seemingly no end to the number of tiny people that can fit into this laptop box!

I investigate the area, but can not find the door for all these tiny people. Next, I settle in to watch the screen. The meeting has been in progress for five minutes and I already feel like I am ready to lay down for a nap. Michele quickly nudges me - there’s no napping during meetings, she hisses. What? No napping? I am in shock. 

I somehow manage to remain upright and stare into the webcam for the full 60 minutes. It was a difficult time; I honestly don’t know how she does it. Michele tells me this is being present, but that does not translate. 

Now that our first meeting is complete, we take a quick break. More coffee is prepared and I jump up onto the counter to carefully observe the process. 

Next, we attend another meeting. This one has fewer people. I get a chance to introduce myself and think that I make some meaningful contributions to the conversation. It feels good to participate, but, if I’m being honest, I’m still not sure what was actually accomplished.  

During lunch, Michele gives me a break. I take the opportunity to check in with some of my other cat friends, who are also attending work today. I casually mention the name of the company where we are working and am met with an unexpected shock. One that sent chills through my entire body. It was brought to light that Michele works for a company that got its start by developing software that makes people LOOK LIKE PUPPIES. I am immediately horrified, everyone knows that puppies and cats are mortal enemies. How could she do this to me?! 

I approach Michele. I am so upset that I can barely get the words out. But once I explain my concern, she assures me those days are long gone and now her company builds software that is much more inclusive allowing people to look like giraffes, tigers, koala bears, bunny rabbits, and, yes, even cats. Eventually, I calm down.  

Exhausted from my outburst, I attempt to nap again, but it is not allowed.  Our last meeting of the day is with the IDEA team. I could tell right away that Michele has an affinity for the tiny people on the screen. I observe carefully as they interact.

Unlike the earlier meetings, everyone takes an equal amount of time to speak. There are no interruptions and not even one person looks like they want to take a nap. 

As I continued to watch the group of seven interact, I could tell there was something special. Even after working a full day with Michele I still do not understand what she does, but I can tell that she is doing it friends and that’s all that really matters.

#cats #digital nomad #slow travel

[mollywalks]

Molly was very eager to be out the door this morning. She had a pressing agenda of… *checks notes* sitting and listening to birds? We did get some lovely bird song this morning. Days like this make me wish I had a better mic than what’s built in to my old iPhone 7. (And then my anxiety tells me I’m drinking my coffee too loud so I guess it’s for the best).

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Good morning, neighbor bunny 4:05

Yet more sits, but she’s facing the camera this time 14:36

A sparrow(?) wishes to speak with us 18:29

Sit? No sit. (Even our mailbox doesn’t match the rest of the street) 25:31

Feathers are not food 25:37

Hello again, bunny 30:08

Not pictured: blue jay in the tree 31:52

Molly is dignified and graceful 32:59

New area unlocked: pool deck 33:18

- - - -

In other big, exciting news: in an hour or two we are going to probably (if all goes well, fingers crossed) be adopting a dog! I’m very much a cat person, but my mom has been pining for a dog for quite a while. Molly, to my knowledge, hasn’t ever lived with a dog before but she has been very determined to befriend the neighbor’s dog, so I’m optimistic that she’ll get along with her new housemate. (To be honest, I’m expecting her to be thrilled with a new playmate/minion once the initial adjustment settles.)

#cat videos #molly the cat #cats #walking the cat #Youtube

[bunny-rambles]

1. from now on i will just start thinking that sandrone is actually the name of the ruin guard lol he is indeed a big guy

and speaking of xiao! baby's name actually doesn't mean small (it's written with a different character), according to the liyue archon quest i think his name means swiftness, but it sounds homophone to the word that actually means small (which still reads xiao) so ye xiao smol bby uwu

1.1. not to thirst on main but new dottore can do with me as he pleases LMAO

is he evil? oh yes. but like, as a scara simp, can i really judge? of course i can't. and he is so damn hot so, yeah.

pantalone pantalone i can't wait to know his real name so i can stop calling him that and laugh. but i agree, slimy bastards with a oh so clear evil personal agendas make my heart go all soft :'

also funny story about my pulls!!! in my quest to c6 heizou i did like 20 extra pulls to get him, failed to get him, and got qiqi instead. which, i mean, i was happy about because yay!!! early guaranteed for the sumeru boys!!! but then i did an extra 20 pulls and oh well, i got kazuha. so now i have a c2 kazuha and c6 heizou is still not home lol. hopefully he'll come home soon sigh (but if i get an early 50/50 lost again i mean i won't complain)

2. ohohoh soft pastel blue so cute!!! <3

i'm more of an intense blue kind of shade, like that deep greenish blue colour the sea gets on a sunny day, so it's perfect! we can actually be irl xingqiun :33

and speaking of irl, i mean, if you ever happen to come to italy you're more than welcome to say hi and get your full course italian dinner (with gelato, our gelato is like the best in the world i take no criticism) like we do with friends on nights we have an empty house lol

2.1. oooh snow, snow!! i like snow, when it snows here (like once every five years :')) i always get excited like a child. tho like, what i like most about snowy days is staying at home with hot chocolate and a book ahah

also dw, we can be equally bad at taking compliments together, i don't fare much better :'

3. giant strawberry! and also by quoting that movie you like unlocked my childhood :' hhh although i am rather smol so like, i'd be a rather lil giant strawberry :33

speaking of strawberries, i will now go and fetch my cold strawberry tea, as it's starting to be late and i want to go sleep with something sweetish

here it's so freaking hot so i'll hope you're not succumbing to heat as well :' in any case, remember to always drink a lot! summer is a season where you can have all sorts of delicious cold drinks, so that's good :3

buonanotte bunny, have a great every hour of the next days :33

lots of hugs,

- 🍓

1. Swift, small lil baby that I will give kisses to. Squish his cheeks and pet his hair mwah mwah sweet baby of mine <3

1.1. I so get it. Like yeah he did bad things and he’s a bad guy but isn’t that his appeal in the first place,,, evil geniuses own my heart I guess,,, corrupted albedo <33

1.2. Heizou has just been avoiding me like the plague, I’m trying to get cons for him and he just,,, won’t come,,, I’m gonna get Kazuha again at this point before he comes. Not complaining,,, but still. Tbh, little ramble time, and some context

I have three servers I play on and they’re all very different. Europe is my main one with Kazuha, Albedo and others (these two are my main units and never leave the team, I literally can’t function without Albedo’s flower sometimes,,,)

The second server, american one, I have Hu Tao, Ayaka and now Itto as the main units (ayaka is kind of interchangeable but itto has become kind of permanent) and I really, REALLY, want Heizou cons for this server. I don’t mind not getting Kazuha because I play these servers for different experiences, different comps and characters that make the game more interesting and fun so I’m not doing the same thing, but I swear I’ll just get Kazuha again before that stupid detective gives me just ONE of his cons OTL

2. I would love that, the fact you offered something like that means a lot to me, and maybe one day if I’m in Italy and I don’t feel too awkward, I may take your offer up on that if you’re comfortable with it <3 (btw that intense sea blue is still a very beautiful colour, you still have good taste !!) Xingyun supremacy :,)

2.1. I actually had to read back my last ask to see the context behind this lmfao but anyway snow is my favourite weather, I love watching it from my window and love being out in it when it first falls. And making fresh footprints in the snow is the most satisfying thing on this planet I take no criticism.

3. I’ll just imagine the strawberry from the movie, and I’ll carry you around while you ramble about Scara and tea and your au ideas and all the other things you find interesting, I’ll be happy to just listen <3

4. Good fucking lord no I’m not doing well at all with this heat but I’ll be okay I think. Strawberry cold tea sounds so refreshing, I hope it cooled you down and I’ll get a drink of my own now :,)

ti voglio bene, mio dolci amico <33

#bun speaks #🍓 anon

[gyuphorias]

this has never left my mind tbh…just…lazy sex with soobin :( also adding onto the fact that i LIVE for the idea of soobin having a really big dick—and he’s gotta prep you right, so i think on little lazy days like this he’s totally into cockwarming and trying to get himself to fit inside of you.

which leads me to my next point of dildo training with soobin—he’s all wide-eyed and nearly drooling, so enchanted by how you look fucking yourself with it. when you whine to him and tell him that the rest isn’t gonna fit, he’s almost tempted to tell you to stop or slow down bc he doesn’t want you to hurt yourself; but he needs you to take it all—i mean, it’s not even as thick as he is, so you should be able to take it, right?. just imagine how rewarding it would be for you to take all of his cock, hm?

and the look on his face when he bottoms out for the first time? finally able to completely bury himself inside of you? cock twitching so harshly, daring him to cum so quickly bc he’s never been inside of you like this before, he’s more fucked out than you are. now he’s all mindless, fucking up into you until you’re both drooling and coming all over each other, just a complete and total mess <3 idk just a thought tbh

"i'm gonna answer when i'm done studying" jk i'm answering now bc <3

big dick soobin is an agenda i can get behind for real i swear. first off, lazy sex with him? literally you're laying on your sides, your back to his chest, he's got your top leg hiked over his own and he's fingering you leisurely because you have all the time in the world. he coos when you whine and cry a little, telling him to stop teasing, and presses kisses to your shoulders to appease you a little bit. "you know i have to prep you first. you can be patient, right? because you're my good little bunny?" he smiles against your skin when you nod immediately, speeding up his movements just a little bit to reward you because you're being so good for him, even if it's frustrating.

and dildo training bye omg ....... he's the one to suggest it just because he knows you're going to need it, but he leaves the shopping to you once you agree because he's a little too shy to do it himself. once you finally get around to doing it, he works you up himself, eating you out, fingering you, doing whatever he needs to do to prep you enough. he makes sure you're comfy, plenty of pillows against the headboard to support you and he sits back to watch. you're struggling so much, tears pooled in the corners of your eyes as you try to work it further, telling him through broken, pathetic little whimpers that it's too much. he coos, leaning forward to brush sweat and tears away, smiling so softly at you and it makes you feel so at ease in an instant. once again, he tells you that you're being so good for him and reassures you that you can take it all. and when you finally do get it to bottom out, he smiles again and tells you that you did so good for him.

and when he himself gets to bottom out in you for the first time? it's so euphoric that he swears he's in heaven. you're so warm and so tight around him, constantly clenching, and it feels so good that he has to will himself not to come right then. when he finally starts rutting up into you, any dominant energy either of you two had melts away entirely, completely fucking one another out. you're both whining and crying out, not a single coherent thought in either of your heads as he fucks you. feeling you come triggers his own orgasm, but you just feel so good that he can't stop and you can't tell him to stop either, just as lost in the haze as he is. you stare at each other, all glassy eyes and faraway looks and mouths perpetually hanging open in muted whines, drool and sweat and tears mixing on your skin. soobin literally doesn't stop until you're both completely spent, just two dumb little babies curled up together in bed as you fight your way out of the fog.

#🌙 — talking to the moon #🌙 — moots #🌙 — dream #☄️ — hard thoughts #☄️ — txt #soobin smut #txt smut #that last one omg .... #i just love sub x sub so much #it's just so lovely <3

[peachyysugaa]

sloth and sheep

― yang jungwon x gn!reader

your best friend is acting weird, what seems to be the cause?

genre: fluff, school au, best friends to lovers

warnings: some teasing but it's jungwon what do you expect

wc: 1.3k

a/n: done with my last final! as a gift for being so patient, i wrote this while i was studying and to give myself motivation LOL i'll return with blood castle soon!! ^^

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the scribbling of pencils hurriedly rushing to finish their last markings is all you can hear as your teacher counts down. everyone is quickly trying to jot down their final words for the essay.

"3... 2... 1... and stop!" your teacher shouts. some students groan at their inability to finish whereas some let out a sigh of relief. "pencils down, pass your papers to the front please. after that, you're free to go! have a nice summer, everyone!"

you pass your paper to your classmate kim sunoo in front of you. a smile graces his face as he takes it and continues passing the stack. you're packing up your supplies with a steady heartbeat before you hear footsteps approaching. you don't need to look up to know who it is.

"hurry up, y/n!" best friend!yang jungwon whines. you simply roll your eyes at him. the zipper of your pouch is followed by the shuffling of your satchel and the tapping of his feet.

"yah, yang jungwon, don't rush me," you scold.

"i wouldn't have to rush you if you weren't so slow," he continues whining, drawing out the vowels in "so" and "slow."

sighing, you get up and throw your bag over your shoulder.

"finally! i thought i was going to have to leave you!" the brown-haired teenager teases.

"you would never, wonie," you say as you stick your tongue out at him.

"watch me!" jungwon shouts before bolting towards the door and taking off. "last one to get there has to pay for the winner!"

"h-hey!! no fair, you got a head start!" you tell after him, scrambling your feet.

going at his own pace, sunoo shakes his head at the pair of best friends. "ugh, they're so in love it's almost cute."

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

you're not able to keep up with jungwon, who could literally run a marathon from his rigorous taekwondo training, so when you reach the shop, you're almost breathless and lucky that the shop is close by the school. the chime of the doorbell welcomes you as you push the door open, the staff greeting you with warm welcomes.

jungwon is already ordering his chocolate ice cream and another one while you hurriedly find your wallet. surprisingly though, he nonchalantly hands a cone over to you with your favorite ice cream flavor and pays for it himself.

"but i thought you said...?" you stiffly mumble out.

"your ice cream is melting, slowpoke," he simply states. your eyes widen as you quickly go to lick the sugary liquid before it can drip onto your hand. he's calmly watching you in amusement while enjoying his own dessert. "let's walk back, yeah?"

you're curious as to where his energy went, he's usually more playful with you, but you follow him out the store nonetheless. "sure, just tell me why you're acting so weird, wonie."

as the two of you start walking back on the road home, it's oddly silent. usually your way home (a/n: haha txt song) is filled with laughter and inside jokes, so the silence is extremely uncomfortable and feels much longer than the 3 minutes it actually is.

"alright, yang jungwon, you've been way too quiet. what are you planning, you sneaky bunny?" you give in, making a stop in your tracks. the streets are quiet as the sun begins to set and the once-in-a-while car whooshes past. he turns around with his wide doe eyes staring back at you rather earnestly.

"wh-why are you looking at me like that?" you unconsciously stammer out. jungwon suddenly takes a few steps closer, making you walk backwards into a wall. his hand come forward and encases you between the wall and his body. you can't help but take in the scent of detergent that surrounds you when he traps you, his brown hair that reminds you of a chocoball, and his eyes staring back at you. "w-what—"

you're cut off by a pair of fingers flicking your forehead before you're holding it in response to the pain. "ow! what was that for?!"

"you're keeping us from getting home! i want to watch movies, but you're being slow, y/n," he states before releasing you and walking briskly towards your shared street. "hurry up, or you're not sleeping over tonight."

"h-hey! you can't do that! it's our tradition to do ice cream and movies on the last day of finals!" you scold, rushing after him. when you catch up, you latch onto his back, jungwon's reflexes immediately kicking in and catching you and your legs as your limbs wrap around him. "if you're going to call me slow, i'll just hang on you like a sloth!"

the teenage boy laughs joyfully. "you already were one! sloth y/n, sloth y/n," he chants.

"i'll approve of this sloth y/n agenda only because you're carrying me like you're my moving branch."

"sure, sure. that's my new contact name for you, by the way."

"huh? what was it before?" you ask. you tilt your head forward to rest on his shoulder. the scent of coconut from his conditioner fills your nose as you do so.

"just dummy," he replies coolly. "what's yours for me?"

"first of all, i'm not a dummy," you pout. "second, remember that time you dressed up as a sheep for student council?"

"nooo!" he groans out as if he knows what's coming.

"yess! it's sheep garden to match your contact picture," you tease.

"then i'll dress you like a sloth to match your nickname."

"i thought you had most of our shared brain cells, wonie. sloths are too hairy to dress up as."

"not my problem, get hairy then." you slap his back as his reply. "yah! i'll file best friend abuse against you!"

"go ahead, no one else will deal with your whiny heinie."

"i'm dropping you because you said that."

you gasp. "you wouldn't."

a smirk appears on his face before he says, "try me." and he does it, making you yelp as he lets you fall to your butt on the grassy lawn of his house. "who's a whiny heinie now? pay the uber fees, sloth."

"yea, i'll pay alright," you mumble.

he doesn't catch it and looks at you curiously. "sorry, what d—whoa!!"

as he's talking, you pull his arm and cause him to come down to the ground with you, except the plan didn't end much like how you intended. you definitely didn't intend to be in a compromising position with jungwon hovering over you and trapping you like he had done earlier.

once again, your eyes are locked with his seas of dark brown, searching for some kind of sign, some kind of reason to act on the skyrocketing pulse of your heartbeat. you're too caught up in your thoughts that you don't hear him say, "you know what? screw it."

when his lips press against yours, you only have a few moments to realize and return the press before he's pulling away.

"wonie..." you breathe out. breathless is all that can describe you as your brain wraps around the fact that not only did you have your first kiss, but your first kiss was with yang jungwon, your best friend and crush. the two of you start to sit up, not really saying anything else with your legs intertwined.

it's him who breaks the silence. "i like you, y/n."

and it's you who reached forward to pull him into a hug. he's frozen as your arms take place around his neck and your lips go towards his ear to whisper, "i like you too, jungwonie."

his cheerful giggles that you've come to love and adore erupt out as he wraps his arms around you. knowing the two of you liked each other didn't change the way you acted together, but it made the time you two spent together even more special, now that you can hold hands and rub circles or cuddle while watching movies: doing the same traditions felt brand new.

#enhypen #enhypenwriters #yang jungwon x reader #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen jungwon #yang jungwon #yang jungwon imagines #enhypen imagines #yang jungwon fluff #enhypen fluff

[edie-baby]

Les Fleurs du Mal Chapter 2 | Pierre Gasly

Summary: Sava Dvorakova had big dreams for Formula One. An opportunity of a lifetime comes around, so she takes it and runs. She proved just about everyone wrong, and is awarded a very controversial seat on the F1 grid. There’s smiles and grins, hugs and kisses, love and laughter. There’s tears and sobs, fights and break ups. There’s evil where you least expect it, hidden in the garden of eden. The Flowers of Evil.

Warnings: a lot of swearing, shitty parents (they’re a recurring theme), sexism, i ignored a lot of actual f1 rules because i couldn’t be bothered writing it into the story tbh, yuki is fcking adorable, a lot of smut eventually, like a lot.

Sava woke up on Friday with no intention of getting out of bed before noon. And then realised that she wasn’t in her bed, it was a hotel room. The memories and realities of her current situation made her head spin, and with a shit eating grin on her face, she jumped out of bed and into the shower. Feeling as though she should stay on brand, Sava pulled on a white pleated skirt and tucked the oversized Carlin shirt into the waistband. She braided her hair while it was still a little wet, knowing it would be easier than the kerfuffle she had yesterday trying to walk, carry a helmet, and braid at the same time. Combat boots, a phone, and paddock pass later and Sava was leaving the hotel room to meet Amelia in the cafeteria-like space on the ground floor to have breakfast and chat about the agenda for the day before they headed to the track.

Unbeknownst to Sava, a number of the F1 drivers were staying at the same hotel, and when she stepped into the room, eyes focused on finding other Carlin shirts, many heads turned her way. Obviously, news about a girl in a Carlin race suit with pink hair had spread into the formula one paddock quite quickly. Sava gave up on trying to find her assistant when she had no luck, preferring to make her way to the coffee bench to make herself a very sweet black coffee over ice. While the coffee began brewing, she turned her back to the bench, taking another look out over the crowds of people at tables to try and find her friends again, only to see that 75% of the room was already looking at her, and those that weren’t were whispering to the people that were. The poor girl looked like a deer in the headlights, and apparently one man couldn’t see her like that, as he stood from his table and walked toward her. He was still metres away and Sava was already having to strain her neck to look up at him.

“Hi, I’m sorry to bombard you like this while you’re already quite overwhelmed. But I can tell you’re a bit lost. Would you like to come and sit with me until you find your team?” The man asked, his accent was distinctly French, and Sava kicked herself for not instantly recognising the man as Esteban Ocon.

“Oh my, yes please! This is my first time outside of karting, let alone in the actual F2 paddock, so I’m so lost and don’t know anyone.” Sava giggled, finishing up making her super sweet coffee and following Esteban’s stride toward a table of black and yellow clad people, along with the unmistakable grin of Daniel Ricciardo.

“I’m Esteban, by the way. I think I heard your name was Dvarokova?” The Frenchman questioned after a few beats of silence, realising that the 5’1 woman couldn’t walk as quickly as he.

“Ah, Dvorakova. Don’t worry about messing up the pronunciation, I misspell it sometimes. My name is Sava, but pretty much everyone calls me Bunny.” Sava replied with a giggle at the butchering of her surname. She couldn’t blame anyone, it was a hard enough name to most Eastern Europeans, she couldn’t even imagine how some of the nationalities in the paddock would pronounce it.

“Bunny. That’s quite cute.” Esteban mused, and they finally reached the rowdy table of Renault employees.

“Guys, this is Bunny. She’s going to sit with us cause she’s new and can’t find anyone from Carlin.” Esteban introduced, and a round of wolf whistles sounded as she threw up a peace sign, then took the seat next to Esteban, across from Daniel.

“Hi, I’m Danny. You’re such a little cutie.” Daniel introduced, leaning his arm over to poke at Sava’s cheeks that immediately heated up in a flaming blush. Another round of oohs and ahs went through the table and Sava giggled again.

“Pipe down, I’m only 17.” In immediate reaction to her statement, Daniel threw his hands up in surrender, his eyes connecting with a few guys nearby who all laughed at his expression.

“Way to make a man feel like a pedo.” Daniel mumbled, and more chuckles reverberated around the group who heard. The team all spoke to Sava with interest and respect, something she didn’t expect she would be getting before she had even gotten into a car. After about fifteen minutes, she spotted Yuki walking through the door with Amelia, and excused herself quickly, exchanging fist bumps with everyone she passed along the Renault table. When she got to the end, she met Yuki and Amelia with surprised looks on their faces before the three found a small table by the window to finally sit down and eat.

“How ready are you Bunny?” Yuki asked later on that morning while the two pulled their race suits up and made final preparations. Sava looked over at him nervously as she tucked her pink braids into the suit.

“Considering I’ve only ever driven a go-kart or a Hyundai I-20, I’m shitting myself. But I’m confident enough in my karting ability to do well-enough here. How about you? Amelia told me you have a seat at Alpha Tauri next season, are you still nervous about these races or are you a cool guy about it?” Sava hit back, smiling at her first friend in serious motorsport, who she could tell she would miss if she made it into F2 next year like Dr Marko had suggested.

“I still want to do well so that they don’t think they’ve made a mistake. But I’m not as nervous as I was when I didn’t know if I’d have a seat.” The Japanese man replied, and pulled on his balaclava, Sava following shortly after. They made eye contact, their mouths obscured by the fabric, and burst out laughing. Amelia guided Sava away so that she could get her helmet on and have one final chat with the engineer she would be hearing in her ears for the weekend. Yuki ran over just before Sava jumped in the car and slapped the top of her helmet, just like her uncle Sebastian had done before every race and she smiled the biggest she probably ever has. With a quick hug to Yuki and another scolding glance from Amelia, Sava climbed into her car for her first ever free practice in a single seater.

“Radio check.” Sava spoke, her voice wobbling slightly as she felt the rumble of the car beneath her.

“Confirm, Bunny. Hop to it.” Her engineer, Marcus, stated with amusement in his voice. Sava audibly laughed as she stepped on the accelerator, rolling out of the garage when she got the signal. Driving through the pitlane was surreal, and Sava knew she’d be feeling that a lot throughout the weekend. She ran two warm-up laps, getting acquainted with the car and testing the responsiveness of the brakes and the throttle. Once her tyres were at the right temperature, she got a radio message to give it hell, and so she did.

It was complete radio silence in the Carlin garage as everyone, including Yuki, sat and watched the rookie on her first hot-lap. She got a purple first sector, green second sector, and purple third sector, putting herself at the very top of the timing tower. While the practice session had only been active for around eight minutes, she had already beat two other drivers who had put in preliminary hot laps. Marcus relayed the time to Sava, and when she asked for the fastest time out of a qualifying session from the year prior, she groaned in frustration.

“Can I run a few more out laps and get comfortable with the responsiveness? I know I can do better.” Sava pleaded, and Marcus quickly agreed. If she thought she could get a better time than the one she had already given them, then hell they’d let her run all day. After four out-laps, she was brought in for a quick refuel and to look over the data of her hot-lap in comparison to Yuki’s. He was braking later, but Sava was getting better acceleration out of the corners. She knew now just how good the brakes were and considering she was known throughout the European karting scene for braking extremely late, she knew she could get better times, and maybe knock a few tenths off her entire lap. By the time she was finished looking at the data, everyone on the grid had put in multiple flying laps, and she was confident that whatever she pulled out now would be a decent comparison of her speed to the rest of the grid. With two more out-laps to get her tyres and brakes at the perfect temperature, she was off again.

Purple first sector, purple second sector, purple third sector.

As her name flew up the timing table, the Carlin garage waited with baited breath, to finally see Sava Dvorakova land at P1, four tenths quicker than the next fastest, Juri Vips.

“No fucking way.” Amelia mumbled, her eyes trained on the initials of the girl she had been following around for the past two days. Similar reactions were happening over in the Renault garage, many of the team who spoke with the girl earlier that morning tuned in to catch the first performance.

Qualifying later that day followed a very similar pattern. Finishing P2 behind Juri Vips, their times separated by one one-thousandth of a second. The real test was to see if the Czech could keep up the pace in their sprint and feature races over the next two days.

Those boys had hell to pay, and sure as shit, Sava was gonna come collect.

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