#sorry it's so long i'm not sure what would be best for mobile

[piosplayhouse]

I don't know if you'll answer but I need to know the lore behind sexy times with Wangxian, like is it a fanfic? why do people hate the author??

It was the longest mdzs fic posted during its time in 2021 and gained extreme notoriety for its absurdly long tag list, frequent update schedule that consistently forced anyone scrolling any of its tags to see it at the top of their page, and escalating poor, racist, and trolling authorial behavior that ultimately culminated in the author virtual1979 being suspended from ao3 for a month because she posting an author's note saying she hoped that all her haters would contract covid and die. She deleted the fic from ao3 a little while after this happened, ig bc she wasn't getting enough attention anymore, but allegedly the thing's still up on dreamwidth under strict friendslock. The fan lore article goes pretty in depth about it:

The best summary for why it pissed people off so much is really just showing you these screenshots of what the fic looked like towards the end of its life on desktop and mobile (be warned opening the full image):

From my personal experience:

from 2019 up until around 2021 the fic really was just a normal-ish, if very strangely written and kinky, wangxian porn fic about them basically just fucking around post canon and enjoying day to day life. It updated pretty frequently and had a fair amount of tags because the author was literally just tagging anything that she wrote. But like the first few hundred, maybe even a thousand tags were pretty accurate to what the fic was because of that, and were relatively manageable for the first few years that it didn't pick up any attention really.

At some point in 2021 when cql was really starting to blow up online and the tag count was starting to pile up to the point of annoyance, the fic started receiving some comments that were just like "hey can you try to cut down on tags, I don't think it's necessary to be so specific as to tag 'Korean food' or 'eggs' or whatnot". The author did not share this idea, evidently, and instead built a grudge against commenters who would tell her to delete tags, subsequently adding more and more as time went on.

As the tag count and updates increased, the content of the fic did too-- it got a lot, lot weirder. I'm sure someone's saved it all somewhere but for reference it spun out into what I can only describe as like if Rick and Morty's plot was cut to be just the parts of the show with underage/incest plotlines with All Tomorrows level sex dystopian world building exclusively to elicit the most visceral audience reaction possible. Around this time is when more people started to notice the fic and its escalating tag issues, leading them to leaving more comments complaining about it, leading to the attention seeking author spitefully adding more tags. Around this time is when she also started adding fake tags that didn't apply to the story whatsoever (sorry to disappoint, "talking vagina" was one of those. I did check) just to boost the count, take up more space on people's screens, and bait people into commenting hate for attention.

By this time, it had become a fandom-wide annoyance as she had begun to tag entirely unrelated ships, therefore putting the near-daily updating titanic of a fic at the top of any mdzs-related tag. People were outraged about this, and calls came for ao3 to step in. Ao3 waffled around for a bit as there was no official rule at the time that imposed a tag limit, so there wasn't established ground to ban virtual1979 (who btw many people suspected of being 40 whole years old due to the username and allegedly some other internet sleuthing on Facebook or something). Meanwhile, she began to tag other fandoms-- tgcf, svsss, BTS, basically anything that would get a lot of attention and draw hate with the advent of The Monstrosity suddenly drowning out all other recently updated fics of the targeted fandoms.

People had been trying to retaliate without ao3 action, though, by coding their own themes/skins that would allow someone to block a user or work and other fic writers made their own parody, the "bland times with wangxian" collection, which were minimally tagged sfw shortfics typically featuring wangxian just doing laundry or things like that. A good amount of them were actually like just fics where wwx would explain to lwj how to install custom ao3 themes and block fics that were taking up too much space on his screen. Imo it was pretty funny, but these also sparked some controversy as people disagreed with fighting annoyance with more annoyance to people trying to find content.

Either shortly before or after ao3 staff said they'd step in due to an insane amount of reports and backlash, I forgot which atp, virtual1979 began perhaps the worst tagging spree of the fic's life by changing the title, many of the tags, and the summary to a slew of racial slurs, sexually explicit imagery, and other generally offensive statements. I'm pretty sure this came after the fic was temporarily hidden once, as this update gained considerably less attention than the rest of the tagging saga, but people were still rightfully pissed about it. Ultimately, like I mentioned before, the author was then suspended for a month for wishing covid and death on her haters, and attention seemed to die down during this time to the point where she didn't really fight much more when her suspension ended and deleted her account and the work shortly after. Again she seems to have moved to dreamwidth, but most have forgotten her and I'm not sure if her presence is public at all on there. But that's the story of the worst mdzs fic ever written

[rogueddie]

Steve groans at the sound of his alarm, batting his hand around the side table until he hits it hard enough to shut it up. He gets up, rubbing his eyes as he moves to the bathroom on autopilot.

He's not just tired, he's exhausted. But he always is at Christmas. He struggles to get enough sleep at the best of times but, since Dustin would kill him if he's late, Christmas is the one time he has to wake up early. It's miserable, every year. The motels only add to his suffering.

As he's washing his face, he freezes. He quickly rinses his face, prodding at the skin. There's no lines, no wrinkles, no crows feet. He doesn't even have his beard. That's when he notices his hair. His hand shoots back, grabbing at the longer strands at the back of his neck.

He hasn't had his mullet for at least 30 years. Not since 1989.

Hurrying back to his room, he nearly recoils. He'd forgotten about the plaid walls and curtains. But he quickly brushes that aside, quickly looking around for anything out of the ordinary. He wishes he could just pull out his mobile, sure that Robin would-

Robin!

He darts down the stairs, to the main phone. But is immediately reminded of how bad the old phones were. He can't remember what Robins old number was and he's sure the one he does remember will be wrong. And it's not written down anywhere either.

But it starts ringing, just as he starts walking away.

"Hello?" He says, struggling to keep his voice even.

"When will you get here?" Dustin asks. "You said you'd be up by now!"

"Dustin, oh thank god, I'm so glad to hear your voice," Steve sighs, rubbing his forehead. "Something really fucking weird is going on with me, dude."

"Weird? Like... Upside Down weird?"

"What? El shut- or has... what year is it?"

"1985. Are you ok? What's going on?"

Steve laughs, high and hysterical. "Uh, well... when I went to sleep last night, it was still 2021, so... no. I'm not ok."

"Are you being serious?"

"Unfortunately. Wait, 1985... that means-"

"No! Don't tell me!" Dustin yells so loud that Steve has to pull the phone away from his ear for a moment. "You can't just tell people what's going to happen! You could change the future!"

"Good!"

"No, not good! You might be trying to make things better, but you could make them worse. Especially if you actually tell people what's going to happen. You need to be subtle."

"Subtle, right..." Steve looks towards the door, pondering. "Right... uh... I'll see you later."

"What? Steve-!"

He hangs up before Dustin can continue to scold him, hurrying up the stairs and throwing on the first clean polo and jeans he finds. His old trainers are at the bottom of the stairs, just as remembers them being- they'd lasted decades before they fell apart, even though they'd always been loose and worn enough that Steve could slide them on, even though he keeps them tied.

It takes him a while to drive to the trailer park. He takes a wrong turn, completely forgetting the way. It's been so long since he's been in Hawkins and, even then, he wasn't familiar with this route.

"Um, hi, sir," Steve says, trying to smile when faced with Eddies uncle. He's not sure if he was always so stand-off or if Eddies death did that to him. "Is- is Eddie home?"

He grunts, eyeing Steve. "Gimme a moment."

He shuts the door, but he doesn't leave Steve waiting for long.

Eddie is the one to open the door. He gently pushes Steve back from the door, gesturing for him to follow him. Steve jogs to keep up with his fast pace, too busy staring to pay attention to how tense he is.

"Alright, what do you want?" Eddie sounds annoyed. Impatient. He's glaring at Steve and crossing his arms.

He looks amazing.

"Right, sorry," Steve shakes his head. "Sorry. Uh, this... ok, there's no way I can say this without sounding insane, so I'm just gonna say it, alright?"

"... Alright?"

"Chrissy Cunningham is going to try and buy from you in March. I don't know what she asks for, but if it means you bring her back here, don't. Just- sell her some weed, whatever you can carry on you. Don't bring her back here."

"She your girlfriend, or something?"

"No. God no. I just... something bad will happen. I'm sorry, I know that's... I sound stupid. But please, please," Steve can't help but step forward, grabbing Eddies hand. "Please don't bring her back here."

"Ok, alright, I won't sell to her," Eddies eyes are a little wide. "Jesus. I'll take your word for it."

"Thank you. Thank you so much."

Eddie stares at him for a moment, raises a brow. "Is that it? You, uh, gonna let me go now, big boy?"

"Oh! Right, sorry, yeah. Um. Merry Christmas?"

"Yeah," Eddie laughs, starting to head back to the trailer. "Merry Christmas."

Dustin yells at him for an hour straight once he drives to his house. He's red in the face by the time he finishes and looks one wrong word away from hitting him. But Steves already done what he wanted to do, he won't change it now and he won't tell Dustin what he said so he can either.

But he does tell Dustin the time to start paying attention. Without Eddie to get them on the case, they won't figure out how to save Max in time. He doesn't tell Dustin anything either, just the date of Chrissys death. He wishes he could think of a way to save her, but his mind runs a blank. And Dustin won't let him ask him. And Dustin refuses to leave him alone long enough to ask anyone else.

By the time he goes to bed, he's happy to think that he's done enough. Though, like Dustin, he wonders what will happen next. If he'll stay in 1985 or wake up in the changed future. Wonders what that would mean for his past self.

He wakes up warm, comfortable, and well rested. Someone has their arms around his waist, pressed fully up behind him, light kisses trailing up his neck, along his jaw.

Steve hums, yawning. "Who's 'at?"

"Morning to you too," the person behind him snickers.

Curious, Steve turns. He freezes, eyes wide. "Eddie?"

"Who else would it be?" Eddie smirks, but that slowly drops, realization dawning on him. "You were just in the past, weren't you? Wait- shit, no, hold on, do you remember anything past that?"

"I don't- ow!" Steve squeezes his eyes shut, head throbbing. "Fuck. Ow, fucking... shit."

"What? What is it? Baby, what's wrong?"

"I don't know," Steve whines, clutching at his head. "You were dead but you- got a job at the record store?"

"Oh, ok, this is good," Eddie curls his arms around him, pulling him close. "This is good. Dustin said this might happen. It's the conflicting timelines or whatever. Your timeline catching up with the new one."

"What the fuck does that mean?"

"Honestly? I don't know. I just know that, like, you might have two sets of memories- or your original ones get forgotten, or something. But this... this is good. God, Stevie, the idea that you'd forget this current timeline..."

He tries to think of what might have changed, new memories or old ones he can't recall. It just makes his head hurt. "How long will it be until I, like... remember everything? I barely remember the 86 with you alive."

"Who knows. Weeks, maybe? Might always be confusing. But... um. I died? Was that... why you were so adamant that I didn't sell to Chrissy?"

"Yeah, it- it got you caught up in the, uh... stuff."

"The Upside Down? Yeah, I did get caught up in that. Hard not to when your town suddenly rips apart. So, what, I originally got caught up earlier?"

"Right at the start. You, uh... you died to save us."

"Now I know you're lying. I'm not one for the big hero moves, that's your job."

"Shut up," Steve snaps. He lifts his head so he can glare. "Shut up. You were a hero. You were- you are. You- you-"

"Hey," Eddie wraps him up in his arms, one hand coming up to brush through his hair. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that, Stevie, I'm really sorry. I'm ok though, yeah? You made sure of that. It's ok. I got you. I've got you. We're safe."

Steve sniffles, grimacing at the snot he leaves on Eddies top. The sight brings forth vague, distant memories- his but also... not.

"You do this a lot, huh?" Steve asks.

Eddie smiles, cupping his face, thumb brushing some tears off his cheek. "Yeah. It's not always easy, but I'm always here."

"Oh, wait... have I missed Christmas?"

"Just the day. Dustin remembered that you said 2021 so... we all wanted to wait. We're doing Christmas today."

"Really? Why?"

"Mostly because they wanted to be here, just in case. You made us promise, too."

"Just in case?"

"In case you forgot, baby. We don't know what you changed. Sandy is going to be very disappointed- she was excited to meet you again."

"Sandy?" Steve frowns, but the memory almost immediately hits him.

A baby, premature, and so small that she was barely bigger than his hands. Dustin's face, wet with tears but so proud, introducing the baby to Uncle Steve.

"Oh, Sandy," Steve whispers the name with reverence.

Eddie kisses him, almost desperately. He pulls back fast though. "Sorry, that was- fuck, Stevie. You're really remembering."

He sobs, startling Steve. "Woah, hey, Eds."

"Sorry. Fuck, we prepared so much but it... God, Steve, I don't think I'd be able to handle it if you never remembered again."

Steve presses a small, hesitant kiss to his cheek. "I don't think you'd have too much to worry about."

"Yeah, that's great," Eddie laughs. "My husband would've found me attractive even with amnesia."

"We're married?"

Eddie groans, flopping onto his back. "Of course that's what gets you excited. Time travel? Too boring for Steve Munson! Where's the adventure? But marriage?!" Eddie gasps dramatically. "Oh my, mister, that sounds mighty exciting!"

"Hey, I'm supposed to be the love of your life, stop being mean to me."

"Oh, don't go pouting at me like that, big boy. Even you should know that I have no self-restraint."

"Promise?"

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steddie fic #ficlet #christma22k

[partycatty]

I have this idea:

Johnny Cage x tomboy (can be gender neutral reader), I see the reader as a introvert, gamer, a bit of a nerd that prefers to wear comfy pants than elegant, tight dresses/skirts. Johnny likes to talk to them cause they can play games together (I believe that johnny being a bit of a gamer is a fact stated in mk1, when we have a Cage's Mansion tutorial?) and so he decided to invite reader to a red carpet event created because of the launch of his new movie. It's first time in their life to attend such thing and they really don't know what to do... (the rest is up to you, they can either fuck before the event while reader is trying to pick a good outfit or just go there and have fun or whatever<3)

johnny cage > zip me up

johnny's not used to seeing his best friend in anything but a hoodie and sweats. what happens when they have to dress outside of their comfort zone?

warnings: nsfw... :3, exhibitionism?, hardcore praising LOL, awkward reader (no rizz ...), reader is written as curvy? LONG POST LOL

notes: i physically cant write dom johnny without it sounding super ooc LOL ALSO!! im so sorry if the formatting is iffy, ive been forced to use desktop and the formatting is completely different than my usual mobile writing

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honestly, it's hard to gauge what games he'd actually play, so a part of me believes he mainly plays... mortal kombat. and yes, since he is canonically responsible for the franchise existing, he would main himself. or maybe he'd play fortnite, lord knows he'd have his own skin.

"come on, man! you can't keep picking general shao! you can just say you hate me," johnny groans, staring at the character select screen. his favorite thing was to drop tidbits about the characters and compare them to the real life counterparts. "i'm still mentally recovering from witnessing his ugly mug."

you chuckle and lean back in your chair, pulling your headset mic closer to your lips. "would you rather i picked one of your buddies? kenshi, or as you called him, sexy face two?"

"and now you're asking me to beat up my best friend," johnny sighs dramatically. you giggle, and it makes his heart flutter and cheeks redden. thankfully, today was a day your webcams were turned off so you were none the wiser. you make a comment that he's the one that wanted to play a game that features his real friends and actual enemies which earns yet another groan from him.

"if you're gonna be annoying, we could switch to something else?" you offer teasingly. "not my fault you choose to stare at yourself every game instead of learning combos."

"oh hush, you love me," johnny replies, earning a little peep from you out of surprise. he loved to push your buttons and flirt with you. it was in his personality, sure, but because of it you did have a massive crush on him. it was innocent and purehearted, but you just couldn't see yourself risking your great friendship over some silly feelings. "you love it when i'm difficult, don't lie to yourself."

"...shut up," you pathetically try to retort, sinking into your seat and fighting the flush on your face. "are we gonna run another round or what?"

"actually, i had something to ask of you," johnny says, tone suddenly serious and almost unreadable. you feel a pit in your stomach at his tone, wondering if maybe you're in trouble. your mind spirals as you nervously fidget in anticipation. "well, two things actually. could you turn your camera on so i can properly ask you?"

you shakily turn your camera on in discord, anxiously glancing between your monitors and camera lens. johnny smiles to himself, leaning forward get a closer look at you as if you were sitting across the table from him.

"good girl, there we go," he says encouragingly, making your thighs clench as you use your sleeves to hide your face. "no, come on, don't hide. here, let me-" he clicks on his own camera button and his webcam blinks to life. he smiles directly into the camera, and for a moment you're winded at the reminder that you're best friends with a celebrity. "-there. now it doesn't feel like i'm talking to my computer."

"well, you are-" you speak up, ready to go on one of your famous tech tangents. johnny holds up a single finger, shushing you instantly. as much as he'd love to hear your voice for hours on end, he wanted to squeeze out what he was going to say first.

"-hold your tongue, my dearest nerd," johnny quips with a wink. "my favor first." you tense up before he speaks up again. "i've got a movie coming out. finally, right? point is, cris is an absolute no-go, and my assistant couldn't find a damsel to hang off my arm in time for the red carpet. so, next best thing, i was wondering if... you'd be my plus one."

"i-i don't dress up, johnny," you protest, looking away. "all those cameras, all the shouting... not for me."

"it's not all bad," he insists with a smirk. "you'll have me. all you have to do is stay close to me and smile."

you stammer, trying to spill out more excuses for him to give in and stop asking.

"i don't have a dress-"

"i'll buy you twenty."

"nobody knows who i am-"

"eyes'll be on me."

"what if someone laughs at me?"

"doll, have you seen some of these hollywood clowns? you'll look just fine."

you tug at your hair, exasperated. he came prepared with every response, had every reason to bring you to the carpet. you wanted to say no, but truth be told, you missed johnny dearly. you don't get to see him in person often, given your medium distance and his constant work. a meek "fine" escapes your lips and johnny cheers to himself, his excitement painted all over his face. it made you warm how well he was at showing his appreciation at times.

"i knew i could count on you, sweetheart. this means the world to me. i'm getting you tomorrow at three, okay? we're gonna get you a nice dress, i'll get a matching suit tailored... oh, it'll be like prom all over again!" he's gesturing wildly as he hypes himself up over the plan.

"i never went to prom, johnny," you chuckle to yourself, eyes on your keyboard. "i wouldn't know the experience."

"well that's ridiculous," johnny looks surprised at this fact, for a reason you can't pinpoint. "i would have asked you if we knew each other then."

"i'm sure," you agree shyly, turning away to try and hide your blush. "i'll see you tomorrow, johnny."

"see you tomorrow, doll," he smiles at the camera again, and you catch a glimpse of it as you weakly return the expression. then, johnny leaves the call, leaving you huffing and blushing. he just asked you to be his plus one on the red carpet, for his movie, for his fans... all eyes will be on you. the thought terrifies you, but maybe you could push through for your friend. you were a software developer, mostly confined to your dimly lit bedroom. this was a whole new realm!

you roll around on your bed and kick your feet, wondering why you're always so awkward around him. if you fumble at all in public, your world might just fall apart. sleep doesn't come easy for you, but it eventually overpowers your anxiety.

sunlight creeps through your windows. despite your usual tendency to sleep in, your nerves shot you awake slightly earlier than that, and you tried your best to negate your shakiness through games and squeezing in any work projects you could make up - before a firm knock was at your apartment door.

you fly to the door and swing it open, excited to see the only man that gets your heart pumping. he's matching your energy with a cheesy grin, immediately charging at you to embrace you in a bear hug. his cologne makes you tingle as you breathe in his shirt fabric. when he pulls back, he chuckles to admire your attire. you're wearing your usual sweatpants, hoodie, and slippers.

"you clean up nice," he compliments you sarcastically. "it's nice to finally see you, honey." you shrug with a shy smile at his endless pet names. "let's get you into something more flattering, yeah?"

he encourages you to his car, it's one of his nice sports cars with his name printed across the seats. you always felt out of place in his luxurious lifestyle. however, even through the two hour car ride back to malibu, you found yourself familiar and comfortable alongside johnny.

"you didn't have to drive four hours just to see me," you insist quietly, voice muffled against the window as you admire the waters. "it's a lot of trouble for one night."

johnny seems to genuinely seem taken aback by your deprecating comment. he leans over and slides one hand on your knee, patting it gently.

"you know i'd do anything for you," he speaks in that dangerously low tone, stealing quick glances as he desperately tries to focus on the road. "i want you with me."

even after his comforting pat, his hand lingers for a moment, sliding up your thigh with feather touches. you cover your lips with your finger to muffle any whimpers that threatened to escape. you always hated how touchy he was, and by hated, you mean it turned you on embarrassingly easily. as the road straightens out, you realize he's staring directly at you with suspiciously blown out pupils, but snaps back into reality as quickly as you noticed. he clears his throat and removes his hand, settling them both back on the steering wheel.

perhaps he just missed me and wants to be closer, you thought. he's always clingy, he probably just... you're having a hard time justifying his needy glances. they looked off. it's been a stupidly long time since someone eyed you down like that.

after what felt like a thousand years, the city comes into view and johnny parks at a luxury outfit boutique. it's small, but the window mannequins alone make you swallow nervously.

it takes quite some time to decide on a dress, because you internally decide that every possible option is unflattering. each time johnny pulls a dress from the selection, you cringe and shake your head. the sleeves were either too long or too short, the skirt was too flowy or too loose, or the color wasn't quite right.

"how about i pick one for you?" johnny offers, a little exhausted at how difficult you were being. "you just go sit in the dressing room, i'll slide you a couple dresses and don't think too hard about this. you'll look great in anything, my dear."

you agreed with his idea. maybe it'd be best for the celebrity that's known to dress nice to put you in something that'll definitely turn heads and keep you confident. it was unfamiliar territory for you, after all, since the last flattering thing you wore was a one-piece swimsuit on a beach trip with your family.

after some time of fidgeting in the dressing room, johnny slides the curtain aside and greets you with a smile, his veiny arm holding about a dozen dresses. he's got his iconic shit-eating grin as it seems he has something devious in mind for you.

"don't look so afraid," johnny shrugs, nudging you playfully. "i'll treat you right, pinky promise." he holds up the first dress, a flowy one with off-the-shoulder sheer sleeves. it looks like something out of a fairytale, and you're reluctant to deny his suggestion when he's cheesing so damn hard. you smile back and shove him back behind the curtain, giving yourself space to change.

you slide into the dress, catching it on your hips momentarily but pulling it past without tearing it thankfully. when you pull it up to your chest, it takes quite a bit of tugging, seeing as the fabric isn't as stretchy compared to what you're used to. when you fall silent as you try to pull the dress up, johnny assumes you're ready and slides the curtain aside, stepping in eagerly.

"how's it-" he cuts himself off when he gets a good look at you. you're flushed from trying to squeeze into the fabric, and your breasts (that he didn't even know you had) were spilling out of the front. his lips get sucked inward as you witness the gears come to a screeching halt in his head. his eyes may have been hidden from his sunglasses, but you know for a fact he's checking you out. "i like that one." his voice is too monotonous for him to truly be emotionless. it's like it's taking every ounce of his being to be normal.

"i don't," you mumble, continuing your fruitless attempts much to johnny's delight as your boobs ripple with each pull. "i can't get the stupid zipper up in the back, either."

eager hands shoot out to you as johnny takes quick strides to stand behind you. your front is facing the mirror, your hands resting atop your breasts and eyes focused on the man behind you. when his head tilts town to get a good look at the zipper, you notice his eyes are far darker than the typical warm brown.

his hands fumble tremendously as he tries to keep his shit together. he uses one hand to keep the parts together and the other to get the zipper sliding.

the sudden jerk catches you off guard and you're far from balanced. thankfully, your palms press against the mirror to keep yourself upright, and johnny lurches forward as his grip is pulled with you. his hands fly to your waist to ensure he doesn't topple you over.

you would have gotten up like nothing happened, and maybe apologized, but during the scuffle you felt something hard and warm through your skirt. johnny's nose is tucked in the nape of your neck when you fully realize your predicament.

as you sputter out his name to call him out, you feel his lips smile against your back. his hands loosen momentarily, but don't pull away.

"uh, sorry, doll," he mumbles into your skin, not sounding all too apologetic. "pretty girls in dresses just... gets me goin'."

"i'm not pretty," you mutter, averting your gaze. johnny lifts his head and looks at your reflection incredulously.

"you're joking, right?" johnny replies, brows furrowed. "babe, look at yourself." he grabs your jaw from behind and angles your vision on your body. "i didn't know you were carrying all this. i almost want t'take you out and get you a whole new wardrobe just to get you out of those garbage bags you're always in. pardon my french doll, but you're fuckin' hot." as he speaks, his hand snakes down your throat, your shoulder, and then settling firmly on your hip, not even hiding the brief sweep he made against the flesh of your chest.

you're left staring in awe. he was always charming around you, but never outright flirting. you glance toward the curtain; what if someone heard all this? you swallow thickly, moving back to look at johnny apprehensively. he's biting his lower lip, suddenly thrusting more against your body, letting a shaky breath as his face is now buried in the crook of your neck as he tries to hold it together.

"you got me all riled up seeing you in that, you know," he warns you in a husky voice that dampens your panties. "so you can't say you aren't pretty. feel what you did to me." the air feels intensely different than it was when you guys were just friends. he's confessing something he'd implied to feel for quite some time, but you never envisioned the day it'd come to fruition. you can't really say you were complaining when he pulls your hips toward him, letting him use your ass to grind down on ever so slightly. your stillness throws him off for a moment, and he looks up at you through the mirror with concerned eyes. "you don't seem into this. i can stop."

"n-no!" you yelp out, sounding a little more desperate that you'd like to admit. "this is okay."

"just okay?"

"well, no, but - i'm sorry, i don't know what to say."

"do you want me to stop?"

"...no."

"good girl."

he presses a little harder against you, keeping you upright and stopping your knees from buckling with his rough hands. abruptly filled with a primal hunger, johnny tugs the long flowing skirt up in bunches, gripping it tightly to get a glorious view of your ass. this interaction was not prepared for, so you couldn't help but feel flustered when your boyshort panties are fully on display. johnny just chuckles to himself as he grabs a shameless handful of one of your asscheeks anyway, squeezing hard enough to leave red prints behind. you bite down on your lips to stop any noise from coming out, but a moan of surprise slips through.

johnny wraps one arm around your midsection for stability, and the other flies up to your lips to hold his palm over your mouth.

"if you want this, you're gonna stay quiet, is that clear?" he growls into your ear, head tilted toward you but eyes fixated on your reflection's eyes. all you can do is nod. "i'll show you how fuckin' pretty you are."

he slides your panties down with ease, expelling a shaky groan when he watches a trail of your wetness follow the fabric. his cock is swiftly freed from his dress pants and he slides his throbbing tip against your folds, creating a sopping sound to the trained ear. if the store was quiet enough, the entire building would know how soaked you were for your best friend. all you can do is whimper and gasp as your noises are muffled by his hand. johnny leans forward and gently shushes you, lips brushing against your ear.

"you can do it, princess," he assures you in that husky voice before holding intense eye contact in the mirror. "you look so good like this, don't you think?"

your pupils were blown out and your cheeks were stained a deep red as you're bent over for the actor. you didn't feel pretty, still. you felt... needy.

you pressed back against his cock, and it slips between your folds before catching on your aching hole, making you twitch. the sloppy friction makes johnny moan against your skin as he hungrily matches your movements. he slides his hand down and toys with your clit, wetting the area with your own juices which seems to be plentiful. he sticks two fingers inside, not bothering to ease you into the process at all. he needs you now, and if "now" is in a clothing store, then so be it. your pussy burns from the sudden stretching, but you take it because it makes him happy to see how eager you are for him.

"i should've put you in a dress sooner," he mutters, hazy eyes staring right through you as he relishes in the way your walls embrace his fingers. "you look beautiful, my dear. angelic. i wanna ruin you so bad, baby, but i can't. not here." his words already bring you closer, but as you feel the tension building inside he leaves you empty and sopping... but not for long.

his tip slides in with ease, and he has to bite down on your bare shoulder to stop himself from losing it entirely. it's the first time in a long time a pussy has been too good for him. he's stuck his dick anywhere and everywhere, but you take the cake. his bite deepens when he slowly but surely bottoms out, his own knees buckling at your gorgeous insides.

"mmf, so fucking good," he groans into your flesh, eyes clenching shut. "my pretty girl. all mine, yeah?" you nod lazily, too entranced in the fact that his cock is buried inside of you. you'd had sex before, but it had been quite some time. years. and his dick just felt impossibly big.

"i could stay like this forever," he mumbles, almost forgetting to thrust. you remind him quickly when you shake your ass needily. "ah, but i shouldn't. you deserve to feel good."

he pulls out slowly, admiring the thin coat of juice painting his shaft before thrusting back in. he's careful to move just enough to hit deep, but not enough to make the slapping sound too obvious.

"there you go," johnny encourages you as he starts to slowly pump into you. "you take me so well, so pretty with my dick buried in you."

you almost wanted to pinch yourself to see if you were dreaming. just yesterday, he was your duo in your favorite game. and now, he was fucking into you in public. the thought makes you dizzy and you have a hard time keeping your head upright, that is, until johnny pulls your face up to the mirror again, still muffling you with his palm. you want to say you're the one enjoying it most, but that might be johnny. his once cocky demeanor is now down the drain as he fights for his life to not cum with every second of friction. you were just so good, he's already pussydrunk. he seems to be living in his own heaven when he lazily peppers kisses and licks all around your back, neck, and shoulders, breathy whimpers and moans warming your skin up nicely.

his thrusts grow increasingly sloppy as he completely loses himself against you. his eyes are swapping between you and him in the mirror as he admires your wetness dripping down your thighs and splattering against his own front. he would be mad you were ruining his nice clothes, but he's just going to buy another suit with you anyway.

"you wanna cum on me, doll?" he huffs into your ear, letting go of his fear of the slapping noise and now progressively slamming into you harder and harder. "let me feel it, baby, i'm real close."

johnny's arms readjust, one snaking under your armpit and over your shoulder, and the other rhythmically swirling circles against your clit. what once was hungry groans is now turning into needy whimpers from the both of you as you cum simultaneously. your lower half feels warm as he cums deep inside of you, watching it drip and splatter out with every finishing thrust. your vision becomes tunneled as you see stars, head thrown back as each throb from the orgasm makes you forget you're in public entirely.

he holds you both there for a moment, breathing in your damp skin. you both feel dazed, but incredibly satisfied. johnny kisses your cheek from behind, dancing his way to the corner of your mouth and then captures your lips in a messy, brief kiss.

"you know i didn't need a dress to want you that bad, right?" johnny asks against your lips, his fingers brushing against your bare thighs. "i really do think you're beautiful. always have."

you nod, taking in a quick inhale of breath to gather yourself. "i wasn't sure before."

"well, i hope you are now," johnny chuckles, and kisses you again. "at least, i hope so - hey, hey -" the embrace stops as he steps back and notices his semen dripping down your leg. "don't get that on the carpet. and definitely don't get that on the dress. we're buying that one for the red carpet-" he checks his watch. "-that we're late to. shit."

he doesn't really regret it.

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #johnny cage #mk1 #johnny cage x reader #johnny cage smut #marley writes ☆

[onceuponaoneshotfanfic]

Sparks Fly

Part of my 900 Followers Celebration!

Request: Omg congratulations!! This is such a cool milestone, you deserve every follower and more! Could I request the ‘sparks fly’ quote with Roy?? Congrats again ☺️

Roy Kent x Reader 0.7k words Warnings: Language, little bit of angst

Roy Kent was avoiding you, and you weren't sure why. During the last two years of you working at Richmond, he'd become one of your best friends. The two of you spent so much time together, you were constantly fighting off rumors of a romantic relationship. Not that you'd mind having one with Roy; he was kind, and funny, and thoughtful, and God if you didn't feel yourself blush on those couple of occasions where you'd seen him without a shirt. But, since he'd never shown you anything but friendship, you were satisfied with keeping things platonic.

And that friendship was a good one, usually. Lots of inside jokes and texting and going out for drinks after work and even helping Roy babysit his niece once in a while. But for about three weeks now, all of that had stopped. Instead, you got grunted responses to invitations for dinner and texts left on 'Read' and Roy averting his gaze every time you passed by each other at work. You had never realized you could miss eye contact so much, but you found yourself craving just one quick moment with those beautiful browns.

Enough was enough. Roy Kent owed you an explanation. If he was mad at you, if he was over this friendship, fine. But he had to be an adult and tell you to your face.

Feeling determined, you marched into his office, knowing he would be there late; he'd been avoiding running into you in the parking lot, where you always teasingly invited him out for a pint. Sure enough, despite the eerie stillness of the rest of the Dog Track, there was Roy, scrolling casually on his mobile. Your quiet knock on the open door finally gave you that eye contact you'd been craving.

"You're here late," you observed, an edge of light teasing in your voice.

He blinked a few times, as if he was trying to figure out what to say. "Catching up on some work," he finally mumbled.

You nodded towards his phone, a smirk forming on your lips. "I'm sure you're getting loads done, scrolling on Twitter."

"D'you need something?" There it was. His eyes shifted away from your face, focusing instead on his desk, as though the question was meant to be answered by the wooden surface.

His sudden sharp tone rid you of your smile and reminded you why you were there. "Actually, yes. I need to know why you won't look at me anymore."

With an exaggerated sigh, Roy rolled his eyes until they landed on your face. "There. I'm fucking looking at you. Happy?"

"No," you scoffed, ignoring the lump forming in your throat at the sound of his harsh tone. "Exact opposite, actually." You did your best to blink back the newly formed tears. "I'd like to know why my best friend suddenly hates me." When he opened his mouth in protest, you shook your head. "Don't deny it, or I'll kick your ass all the way to Manchester."

There was a long pause as Roy stared at his desk. Finally, his shoulders slumped in defeat and he set his phone down. "Don't hate you," he grumbled.

"Then why won't you look at me?" you demanded, arms crossed.

So he did. His eyes were wide, full of pain and anxiety. His voice strangled as he spoke. "Because.... Because...." He groaned and threw his head back, his hands gripping his thick hair in frustration. "Fuck, because I see sparks fly whenever you smile."

Your arms dropped to your side. "I'm sorry?"

He slowly stood up and approached you, his mouth in a straight line. "When you smile. It's like there's fucking fireworks in my brain. And it's been killing me. I can't fucking handle it anymore, alright?"

Tentatively, you let one of your hands take his. "Why's that such a problem?"

Roy scoffed, not seeming to notice you holding his hand. "Because. I'm your friend."

"And?" You took a half step to close the distance between you.

"Friends shouldn't look at each other that way." His words were simple, almost childlike.

You nodded slowly. "You're right," you agreed in a soft voice. "Friends shouldn't look at each other that way." Your faces were inches apart now. "Unfortunately, I look at you that way too, Roy." 

He stared at you, then at your intertwined hands. It was almost as if you could see him doing the math in his head, adding up all the pieces: your hand in his, your faces so close, the words you had just said, the look in your eye. “Oh.”

“Oh,” you repeated, smiling.

Now you understood what he meant about sparks flying; as he pressed his lips to yours, you swore you could see them too.

#900 followers celebration #request ❤️ #he's here he's there he's every fucking where #roy kent #roy kent x reader #roy kent fanfic #roy kent fic #roy kent fanfiction #roy kent fluff #ted lasso #ted lasso fanfic #ted lasso fic #ted lasso fanfiction

[teddy06writes]

Win Win

Alfie Solomons x autistic!gn!reader

Warnings: none other than this was written on mobile

Premise: None of Alfies many, boring meetings with Tommy could ever be as important as you

{I just know this man would be the best to info dump to. Ten points to whoever gets what book reader is talking about}

{Much Ado AU is incoming, hopefully within the next week}

Alfie sat behind his desk, chin propped in his hand as you rambled on about the book you'd just finished, seemingly unaware of the meeting you had interrupted.

From where he sat on the other side of the desk, Tommy looked between the two of you; Alfie with a soft, adoring look on his face as he watched you, rocking back and forth on your heels, fingers tracing the edge of the cover of the book you carried, over and over.

Tommy signed, catching Alfie's eye and raising his eyebrows. He glanced at you, silently asking, or maybe judging.

Alfie fixed him with a death stare for a long moment, shaking his head, before his gaze shifted back to you, softening instantly.

"And then he said that he was proposing against his better judgement and-" You cut yourself off, finally seeming to notice Tommy, "Oh! Mr Shelby! I'm so sorry, I didn't realize I was interrupting..."

Tommy opened his mouth to speak, but Alfie was quicker, beckoning you closer as he spoke, "That's alright petal, we were just about done, weren't we Tommy Boy?"

At the second death glare in two minutes, Tommy sighed, starting to get up, "Right. I'll be in contact, if anything else comes up."

Alfie nodded dismissively, already focused back on you as he pulled you down into his lap, "Right, yeah, sure, bye mate."

As Tommy disappeared, you grinned down at your husband, and he chuckled, "You did that on purpose, didn't you, you cheeky thing."

"Ollie said you looked bored...." You reached forward to gently set your book on his desk.

"And you were all excited about your little story," Alfie added, gently poking at your sides.

You grinned again, taking one of his calloused hands in yours and tracing the lines of his palms gently, "It was a win win."

Alfie smiled up at you fondly, squeezing your waist with his free hand, "So, Mr what's his face proposed but he insulted her while he did it?"

"Yes! And was a huge ass about it- but he redeemed himself later- don't worry...."

You launched back into talking about the book as though you'd never been interrupted, and Alfie listened happily, occasionally asking questions that prompted another burst of excitement every time it seemed like you might stop.

With Alfie, you never had to worry about boring him, or taking up his time, anytime you wanted to talk about something you enjoyed. He was always there to listen.

#peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinders x gn!reader #peaky blinders x autistic!reader #Alfie Solomons #alfie solomons x autistic!reader #alfie solomons x gn!reader #alfie solomons x reader #teddy06 writes #teddy06 #teddy 06 #teddy06writes #x autistic reader

[yellowroseswrites]

Hey, could I get Matt murdock with #8 and #20 off of your most recent prompt list? Maybe with a reader who has self harm problems? Thank you so much!

Here you are lovely, sorry for the insanely long wait :)

TW- Self harm mentions, I tried staying as gn as possible but I'll have to re-edit to be sure, reader hurt their arm but nothing else is specific I don't think, a little ooc matt, Written on mobile :(

817 words, enjoy!

“Are you alright?”

A simple question really. Not one that should scare you as much as it does, but it’s coming from Matt.

Your all-knowing, no-nonsense super boyfriend. The one who can tell you more about yourself than you’ll ever know and the one who sees you best without ever really seeing you.

He just returned from his “night job” as you called it. He kept bad guys off the streets while you were left at home to fight your own demons.

The answer to his question is no, but he didn’t deserve to hear that. You should be asking him if he’s alright, not the other way around. So you did what you do best, you hid and you lied.

“Of course, ‘m just tired. How was your night?” A simple lie, but a lie nonetheless. You didn’t like lying to your sweet, loving boyfriend, but you also didn’t like the idea of telling him about your most recent relapse either. 

He hummed slightly as he managed to change into his sleeping clothes, a nice baggy shirt and sweatpants that highlighted everything they should. He tossed one of his shirts over to you, with far too much aim and accuracy for a blind man, “Here, it’ll be more comfortable, it’s supposed to get warm in the morning.”

Okay, this is great, this is fine, it’ll be fine. He won’t notice. You slowly took off the sweatshirt you were wearing, paying careful attention to your fresh bandages. 

You don’t know why you relapsed, and you aren't even quite sure why you started harming yourself in the first place, but it’s been something that you have fallen back on time and time again. You had told Matt about your issues with it, and he was nothing but kind and understanding. You ended that conversation with a promise to stay clean, you promised you would talk to him before doing anything, and you promised you wouldn’t lie about it if you ever did it again.

So, you’ve broken three promises tonight, and you would really like it if your super-senses boyfriend wouldn’t sense the guilt that is practically flowing out of your being. 

You finally manage to get the sweatshirt off of you as quietly as you can. You pull the t-shirt on over your head and Matt almost immediately turns your way.

“Do you have a bandage on?” 

Your heart nearly stops. You try your best to even out your breathing, you don’t want Matt to notice that you’re stressed. You take a breath before answering, “What? No, why?”

He walks a little closer to you, while still keeping his distance. He’s only hesitant when you’re panicking. He knows, he knows, he knows. “I heard it. I heard the fabric and the bandage, I-. Please tell me you didn't hurt yourself again."

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. You stayed silent.

“Im sorry, i shouldnt word it like that. You can tell me if you did.”

“No, no I can’t, you’re gonna be mad at me, you're gonna leave me, i-.” You couldn't breathe. You were looking at the ground, your hands scratching at your sides. You weren't sure when Matt made his way to you, but soon enough you felt his arms wrap around you. You smelled his body wash and gripped his shirt to ground yourself. You caught your breath before removing yourself from him. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"It's okay, I'm not mad. Just go take a seat on the bed okay?"

You did as he said, sitting on the edge of the large bed. You watched as he made his way to the bathroom. You heard some scrambling and a few sighs, but you let him be. It took about 5 minutes before he walked out again. When he reappeared he was holding a trash bag in one hand and a first aid kit in the other.

"What are you doing?" You asked quietly.

He placed the trash bag by the door, "Taking care of you."

"Why?"

He sat next to you and opened the kit, "Because you clearly can't do it yourself." He grabbed your bandaged arm, making sure to stay as gentle as possible. "I'm going to redo your bandages okay? If you don't change them out you're gonna get infected."

You simply nodded and let him do as he wished. Your gaze stayed strictly on the ground. You didn't want to see his face as he ran his fingers along your wounds, even though you could hear the change in his breathing. You hated this, you hated feeling so exposed to him, but he somehow managed to make you feel safe.

He finished rewrapping your wounds before letting you lay back against the pillows. He put up the first aid kit and crawled into bed with you, pulling you as close to him as possible. 

"Goodnight Angel."

#yellowroseswrites #comfort fics #x reader #x reader fic #self h@rm #sh!reader #matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x y/n #matt murdock x you #matt murdock comfort #comfort blurb

[miguels-talons]

Kratos notices Atreus running around in wolf form and sees that his fur isn't in the best condition. He decides to brush it.

this was such a cute idea omg thank you 😭

i'm on mobile so idk how to make a "read more" button terribly sorry

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The boy has gotten good at changing his form, Kratos has realized. Since he returned from his second trip to Asgard, Atreus has become able to shift almost seamlessly, body bending and morphing in a flash of light and sparks into the four legged shape of a wolf.

His pelt is made up of bright yellow and orange furs, a shade similar to that of his hair. His eyes are a beautiful contrast, shining blue like the sky on a clear day.

He likes to show off to his father now, effortlessly changing his shape and form as if he is breathing. Kratos acts as if he is not watching, yet catches himself staring at his son, amazed by his ability. When Atreus had asked if he could change into an animal all those years ago… he had merely brushed it off, chalking it up to child wonderment. Which, it was. But now, that wonderment had become reality, and Atreus could not be more excited.

He hadn't had the time yet to truly enjoy his new ability, so, while with his father, he'd begun to practice during their long treks. He'd run ahead of Kratos, circle him, leap over his head, all the like. He's figuring out the extent of his wolf form, and what right would Kratos have to interrupt? Atreus only experiments between fights and makes sure to pay attention to his father’s orders, so Kratos sees no reason to stop him.

That is, until he looks closer at Atreus. Kratos feels his eyes narrow when Atreus bounds closer to him, tongue lolling from jaws and ears pressed back by the wind as he runs this way and that.

His… his fur. Oh his fur.

From a further away glance, his fur looks pristine. The oranges and yellows glow in the light almost like embers from a fire, and it doesn't look like there are any problems. Upon further inspection, however, Kratos can see the knots and mats of fur as well as the leaves, mud and sticks stuck in his pelt.

“Atreus!” he shouts, causing the wolf to skid to a halt. Atreus looks back at him with his head tilted, ears perked high. He's alert, tail held up still, his muscles bunched in preparation to move at his father’s command. “Come here.”

With that order, Atreus bounds towards him, returning to his regular form in a burst of light and heat. “Yes, Father? What's up?” he asks, and Kratos swears for a moment he still has the wolf ears and tail. But he does not. Atreus has not yet held his human form with characteristics of an animal, if he can at all.

“Return to a wolf,” Kratos says. Atreus raises a brow at him, a tad confused, but listens anyway. He stares up at Kratos through his sky blues as Kratos kneels beside him to get a closer look at his fur. And yup, sure enough, as Kratos combs his fingers through the fiery pelt, they get stuck in knots and clumps of matted fur. “Your fur.”

Atreus’s ear twitches and he twists his neck, nose knocking into Kratos’s face in the process- he's still learning the new lengths and parts of his body in this form. However, he can't see, so he begins to twist in the attempt to. Kratos catches one of his shoulders when he's once again smacked in the face- this time by Atreus’s long tail- to halt him. Atreus does so and looks back at him.

“Stay still,” Kratos says softly. Head tilted questioningly, Atreus does so, not even his tail wagging. Kratos once again brushes his hand through Atreus’s fur, lifting parts up to search for twigs and leaves. He does not have a brush now, nor does he regularly (their household doesn't need one) so all he can do at the moment is pick foreign objects free. He’ll ask one of the dwarves or Freya later if they have a brush and then work on untangling the knots and mats out of his son’s fur. “Your fur is messy.”

There's a small, curious murr from Atreus, as if he is trying to speak, until he realizes that he cannot like this. Instead, he stares at his father imploringly.

Atreus is not used to hair care, because as stated before, they do not need to worry about it in their household. Atreus’s hair is short and needs no brushing, while Kratos and Mimir are bald and only need to worry about their beards. They have combs for such tasks. Because of this, Atreus most likely forgot to keep an eye on his wolf form’s fur because he's never had to worry about that sort of issue in his human form.

Kratos has some experience, however, even if he himself has never had hair. The most important women of his life did have hair, and lots of it too. He helped Lysandre and Faye take care of it when they were too tired or pregnant, wanting to take some of the stress from their shoulders. With Calliope, he enjoyed brushing her hair. It was a bonding exercise for them. When Kratos was home, she'd run into his and his wife’s room with a brush, demanding he brush it for her for that day.

He's also cared for animal hair; his horse’s in particular. It's not the same as fur, but he's sure that with this experience, he’ll be able to figure out how to care for Atreus’s fur as well.

“Back,” Kratos says. Atreus hesitates for a moment before he falls to his side and rolls onto his back to expose his stomach. It's even worse in his stomach fur than it was everywhere else. Kratos sighs heavily, because he realizes now that he has his work cut out for him.

#short blurb #he later gets a brush from freya and goes ham on atreus's fur #atreus is a victim because most of his fur is knots that kratod attacks lol #wow i talk #ask #gow #god of war #god of war ragnarok #ragnarok #gowr #atreus #kratos #fanfic #fanfiction #my writing #my fic

[evermorehoon]

❣︎ ⎯⎯ goodbye, my past pt2

idol pairing: sunghoon x reader

wc: 2.1k

warnings: a little angst, mostly fluffy, children being children, he's so whipped for his gf, he gets sad a little here and there

synopsis: you finally have the chance to do something special for sunghoon, who seems to have finally come to terms with his ordinary life

A/N: welcome back to my fave series!! sorry for the long wait omg but thank you for waiting, hopefully I can be a little more consistent lmao. honestly y/n is pretty cute, I like writing her😭 feedback and whatnot is greatly appreciated!! Enjoy <3 lemme know if you wanna be tagged or smth

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It was saddening to see Sunghoon try denying that he really wanted to be there. It was evident in his eyes whenever he scrolled through his social media that he wanted to support his friends. And yet:

"Nah, I don't wanna go."

"You're getting closer to your due date, I'm scared of missing it."

"I can't afford to go."

He texted them often when they had breaks in between practice. They all seemed so excited at the prospect of him being there, but he kept shooting it down, even if they wanted to give him a free ticket.

He often found you sitting on your bed with your hands on your rather round belly. It was comforting so it allowed you to think better.

'How can I make him go?'

You'd been wondering this for days but you had to think fast. You didn't know just how popular they were so you could easily miss out on buying his ticket. As much as you wanted to be there, it felt almost like you'd cause too much stress on him. Someone could bump into you, you could lose balance and fall etc.

While he was away at his part time job, you ended up texting both his and your parents. You could use the extra help, seeing as you wanted to act in his best interest.

But it seems they thought it was a good idea as well. After all, wouldn't it be great for him to support his best friends who just succeeded in achieving their dreams?

Everyday, you sat in anticipation. You waited for those ticket sales to be open. You were going to get that ticket, even if it was the last thing you would do. You had the money which your parents and his had graciously helped with.

But even with your laptop sitting in front of you, you were beyond nervous. Your hands were clammy and your heart was racing. You needed to calm down, this amount of stress wasn't good for the baby.

Yes, think about the baby. Surely that'll calm you down.

Just a few more minutes. Just a few more minutes. Just a few-

...

Was getting a ticket always so hard?? You wondered this as you managed to secure it. Online waiting lines were quite new to you, you weren't really paying attention to the capacity of the concert hall.

You sat with a satisfied look, waving your hands in the air in excitement.

"What's all the excitement about?"

You jumped slightly upon hearing Sunghoon’s voice. He had an intrigued look on his face as he crossed his arms against his chest.

"Nothing, nothing!" You said quickly, waving him off.

"I finally passed this level I'd been struggling with.."

Sunghoon knows when you're lying. He's known you long enough to read your every movement and expression (not in a creepy way of course). But he doesn't say anything further. You probably have your reasons for hiding something from him, he trusted you.

"I see.. since when do you play games on your laptop?" He seemingly snickered since he'd never seen you playing anything other than mobile games.

"New hobby to pass the time," you smiled almost awkwardly. Now that you think about it, playing rpg games was something you used to do.

"So, how was work?" You had a big smile as you rested your hands on your belly, closing your laptop to listen to him.

His eyes always seemed to light up when he spoke about his work. He was lucky to have landed this job, but the owner of the ice rink seemed even more overjoyed than he was to have a former professional figure skater teaching young kids.

He loved listening to the kids ask for help, watching their little faces get excited when they could move without falling. He especially thought it was cute hearing the little voices calling him 'teacher'.

"One of the kids has this very interesting habit of telling me she loves me."

He chuckled as he spoke. He would recall little fists gripping his pants leg to prevent themselves from falling. He had a special talent and incredible patience, which made him suitable for this. Maybe he could even do this full-time.

But he'd agreed to stay part-time for now. Maybe he'd continue doing this after the baby was born. All he knew was that he was going to be there for you, no matter what.

Days went by, even though they felt like years. You were so excited to give Sunghoon his gift that you could hardly wait. You even went the extra mile to craft him a special banner for him to hold up. It was bright with sparkly hearts, surely not a craft Sunghoon would make but would definitely get attention.

Both your parents and his helped you prepare everything. Crafting this felt like an art project you were making late at night on the living room floor. Sunghoon’s sister even gave her own input, even though she wasn't one to meddle in his life.

It was agreed that you would be the one giving him this gift. It wouldn't be hard to make him go, given all 6 of the special people in his life went through all that effort. He could never say no to you, therefore he couldn't deny all of you.

Everyone wanted to make you rest up a little more since it was clear you were becoming more tired as time went by. But it didn't feel special enough if you didn't give him this gift yourself. No amount of pain or constant bathroom trips was gonna make you stop.

You were quite aware of the chances of going into labour at literally any point now given how far along you've been. And, if you had to be honest, it scared you.

As excited as you were, you were just as afraid, often questioning whether you could be a good mother or whether you would be able to give your child the life they deserve.

Sunghoon had grown increasingly stressed as well. The mere sight of you wincing from a sharp kick was enough to send him into a small panic, then immediately followed by him wanting to feel it for himself.

He'd often found himself singing a little to the unborn baby, introducing himself and everything. He loved singing you to sleep as well as it seemed to be one of the few things that could calm you down enough.

And when you'd fallen asleep in his arms, he would lay in contemplation. He was finally able to use his talent of singing even if it hurt him a little to do it. He wondered what his former members really felt about his departure. He wondered just how much stress he put on them, even though they said it was okay.

In truth, he did wanna go to their showcase. His face was never really revealed, so no one in the crowd would recognize him. But, to his slight disappointment, the tickets were sold out by the time he got there.

He sighed mentally but eventually it got him thinking.

‘Maybe I could use that money to buy a ring.’

He so badly wanted to propose to you. He didn't have enough for the shiniest, glittering ring he believed you deserve but he knew that he could propose with a lollipop ring and you wouldn't care.

It wasn't much but he'd been crafting paper rings in his free time at work. Whenever he had even the slightest break, he'd attempt yet another. Some of them would break, some of them were too small or too big, some wouldn't even stay put.

“Teacher!” He heard a small yet high voice coming from the entrance of the ice rink. A smile crept onto his face as he immediately opened up his arms, letting the little girl run into him.

“Yes?” He asked with a gentle tone.

“What are you making?” She pointed down at the stash of paper rings next to him.

A little blush appeared on his cheeks as he chuckled softly before whispering to her. “If I tell you, you have to keep it a secret.”

He held his index finger in front of his lips, making a “shh” sound, her immediate response was to do the same.

“I'm going to ask my girlfriend to marry me.” He couldn't stop the smile on his face as the little girl covered her hand with her mouth.

“Teacher is going to get married?” She whispered back to him, getting quite excited.

He thought for a split second before nodding. “Yes. I am going to get married.”

She had let out a rather interesting sound before running off and, in that moment, he remembered that kids can't really keep secrets.

After the lesson, the kids were surrounding him on the ice, their little voices piling on top of each other as they wanted to know more about their teacher's soon-to-be wife.

“Guys, guys, calm down…” He chuckled as he quieted them down, slowly guiding them to the exit of the ice and letting them walk one by one to the dressing room.

“Teacher, teacher! Is your girlfriend pretty?” One of the kids asked him as he helped undo their skates.

He nodded. “Very pretty. The prettiest girl in the whole world.”

A series of ooohs and giggles erupted as they continued to ask about the girl that stole their teacher's heart. They were very straightforward with their questions, letting out little giggles when they saw him blushing.

“See you guys!” Sunghoon waved them all off as they walked with their parents. He couldn't stop smiling as he remembered everything he said about you. He didn't see the point in trying to swerve away from the truth, he couldn't really lie to his kids. Everyone knows kids tend to pry a lot so he may as well just tell them.

On his way back to his house, he had a bit of time to think. He was still in contact with his former members but they couldn't speak to him much as their debut showcase was the next day. He leaned his head against the window of the bus, somehow always ending up contemplating everything.

But he has you, his family, a soon-to-be stable job, and a baby on the way. He had a perfectly average life now.

By the time he reaches home, you're already waiting in the living room. You had to try containing your excitement as you tried to imagine the look on Sunghoon’s face when you gave him his gift.

A sparkly banner sat on the living room table with tons of hearts and its message in neon paint to shine in the dark.

“What's that?”

The sound of his voice made you jump slightly as you were lost in thought. He was pointing at the sparkly banner.

“It's something for you to take with you.”

You struggled to get up for a second before approaching him with the biggest smile on your face as your hands were behind your back.

“Where am I going?” He tilted his head slightly, setting his bag down before folding his arms across his chest.

You immediately pulled out the ticket from behind your back, earning the most surprised expression you'd ever seen on his face.

“What?” He sounded like he was in disbelief when he muttered, reading the ticket carefully.

“I really want you to go so I took out some of my savings and our parents helped out too!”

He blinked in response, somehow feeling a little guilty about you putting in so much effort, especially since you were broke and fresh out of high school.

“But.. I don't know, I can't,” he muttered as he gently held onto it.

“Are you saying no to me?”

He looked up at you, seeing that your eyes were slowly watering, sending him into a tiny panic.

“No, of course not! I could never say no to you.” He gently stroked your cheek with his thumb. “I'm just…”

“Are you worried I might go into labour tomorrow?” You held onto his hands, the space between you was a little awkward given how nearly round your belly was.

He nodded slightly. “What if I miss it?”

“I highly doubt it. Our baby loves you too much to come out without you at their birth.”

It took a few more minutes of conversation and him questioning the banner before he finally accepted, giving you a gentle hug as the excitement set it. He was actually excited to see his best friends again, even if it was from afar.

The kids are kinda cute ngl

Taglist: @dracena-somnolenta @seolboba @heeseongism @nyanggk

#enhypen fic #enhypen sunghoon #sunghoon fic #enhypen sunghoon fluff #enhypen au #enhypen headcanons #enhypen fluff #enhypen drabbles #enhypen scenarios

[cherry-flavoured-thot]

i've got an obey me ask

imagine an mc that's just been plucked for the program being from the complete opposite end of the financial spectrum of our beloved cast of pixelated men.

an mc that grew up/was living paycheck to paycheck, barely able to make ends need and feed themselves. it'd be literally night to day with them. they'd gasp over price tags and shopping totals reading thousands of grimm, still stuck in the mindset of "that'll break the bank." a spreadsheet on their computer of their money spending and gaining (i can't remember the proper terms for that stuff, it's been a hot minute since i learned it all in middle school), a long list of things they think they could never stored somewhere.

sure, it'd be on their student file that that's what their life was back in the human world, but whether anyone knows or not besides them is up to you (id imagine lucifer would probably gloss over it completely in the rush of getting paperwork done so he can get to bed before 5am lol grumpy old man needs sleep). poor thing might break down if anyone knew..

sorry if this seems odd, i just feel that as someone who's right there in the pay-to-pay situation, i'd be in complete shock of being able to actually (and easily) afford things without having to debate whether i really needed it or earned it.

if anything in the text is broke, i blame tumblr desktop version. my phone isn't working the best so i had to move here from mobile ;-;

"You spent how much on....?" Is a question the mc repeats to every brother but with different things. Demonus, designer clothes, figurines, skincare products, food, books, ancient objects, new blankets and pillows etc. But no one really thinks too much of it, despite mc's shock every time.

It's not until Mammon complains one time about how broke he is, and mc turns to him, looking him dead in the face saying. "You could easily survive the week with that much." Then they proceed to write him up a budget with the minimal amount of Grimm in his account.

"...mc how did you do that?"

"Oh I'm a pro, I once lived off of five dollars and spite for a full week." Mammon, is casually bringing this up with Lucifer next time he sees him.

"You didn't mention mc was flat broke before comin' here."

"...that's because I wasn't aware." Lucifer is pulling up mc's student file, and there it is in big bold writing. Lucifer and Mammon both have a lightbulb moment, thinking about different occasions where the topic of money came up and mc was acting strange. "If I were you, I'd minimize mentions of your spending habits around mc."

"...yeah." Mammon feels so guilty. That not only does he stick to mc's budget, he always mentions to them when he's managed to save money rather than spend it. But he'll still be a devil on their shoulder encouraging them to splurge a little on themselves because they deserve it.

Lucifer, Satan and Asmodeus would be using this knowledge to let mc know they are providers. (Mammon would too. He would but his budget skills are bad so he's a sometimes provider!) They will always make sure mc is financially good, so feel free to spend (within reason - Lucifer would argue). (You deserve to be spoilt - Asmodeus, Satan)

Beelzebub and Leviathan, would just buy things for mc instead when the opportunity arises. Beel will always pay when inviting mc out for food, it's his treat. mc was talking about wanting to get a game? well they don't need to get because Levi had it express delivered to the front door. (Mammon would also do this when he has money lmao)

"If you want it just buy it." Belphegor is firmly in the middle ground, because he'll tiredly tell mc those words, when they've been debating aloud to get the thing in question. If they mention it's too expensive and talk themselves out of buying it. He just gets it for them.

#obey me #obey me swd #obey me one master to rule them all #headcanons #om! #lucifer #mammon #leviathan #satan #asmodeus #beelzebub #belphegor #my writing tag #om lucifer #om mammon #om leviathan #om beelzebub #om belphegor #om satan #om asmodeus

[krikeymate]

How do you think Sam will find out that Tara knows what her medication is for? How long do you think Tara can keep it a secret before eventually it slips. Then how do you think that conversation would go?

Previous.

Sam wakes up in the morning to find Tara asleep on the couch with her phone clutched in hand, and dried tearstains on her face. She wonders if she had a nightmare, she wonders why she didn't wake her up. (She wonders if Tara couldn't bear to be around her, if the nightmares were about her.)

She does her best to shake off the unwanted thoughts.

Over the coming days, Sam notices that Tara is quieter, more in her head, and watching her whenever she isn't. It makes Sam nervous, change has never bought anything good into her life, but the reminder of how pushing for answers only pushed Tara away keeps her swallowing the are you ok's and the you know you can talk to me's in her throat.

Tara spends two agonising weeks deliberating over how to ask Sam, whether to bring it up at all, when the choice is taken out of her hands.

She wakes up one day and reaches for her phone, only to find it missing. She was sure she had put it on the side table to charge last night, but a quick search behind it and under the bed proves fruitless.

When she leaves the bedroom, it's to the sight of Sam on the couch, leg bouncing, and Tara's phone in hand.

"Sam," Tara acknowledges warily, immediately on edge. "I was looking for that," she says, nodding towards the mobile in Sam's hand.

"I took it."

Sam looks agitated, eyes darting around the room.

"I can see that." Tara struggles to keep her tone even when all she wants is to demand to know what's going on, if Sam knows what she did.

She settles beside her sister on the couch and reaches out for her phone. Sam pulls it away and places it beside the tv remote on the coffee table, far out of Tara's reach.

Sam won't look at her.

Tara lips her licks, nervous. "Sam, can I have my phone please."

"No," she declares, hands clenching into fists in her lap.

"Why?"

When she doesn't respond, Tara asks again. "Sam, why can't I have my phone?"

She hears Sam take a shaky breath. Her next words chill Tara to the bone, filling her with dread.

"I don't want you to see."

Tara gasps, air choking in her throat. "See what, what happened?!" she wheezes out, clutching at her chest. "Did- did someone-"

Sam's head snaps up as she hears her sister's breathing change. "Shit, no! I'm sorry- wait, hold on." She runs from the room, smacking against the doorframe in her rush to enter the bedroom and grab Tara's inhaler.

Holding it to her mouth, Sam berates herself for being so stupid. What else was Tara supposed to think? Idiot. She cups Tara's cheek, stroking behind her ear idly as she calms down.

"I'm sorry," she whispers, disappointed in herself for worrying Tara like that. "I didn't mean to scare you."

Her sister rests a hand on the back of Sam's wrist. "I just want to know what's going on, Sam," Tara responds, tired eyes looking up at her.

Sam closes her eyes and rips the bandaid off. "My therapy file got leaked online."

"Oh shit!" Tara exclaims, jumping to her feet and wrapping her arms around her. "Are you ok?"

Sam buries her face in Tara's hair. "I'm sorry I took your phone, I panicked."

Tara doesn't miss the way Sam dodges the question, she just squeezes her sister tighter, ignoring the way it makes her injuries ache. She feels immeasurably guilty for the lie when she says "I won't read anything you don't want me to."

"No," Sam sniffs, pulling backwards. "You should read it. Everyone else will- has. It's better you know, so you're prepared."

Sam hands her her phone back and sits back on the couch, spine straight and body stiff. Waiting, expecting. It hurts Tara to see Sam so anxious, so scared for Tara to read what's waiting for her online.

Biting her lip, Tara makes a decision and climbs into Sam's lap, forcing her backwards.

"What are you doing?" Sam mutters as Tara makes herself comfortable, resting her head on Sam's shoulder. This, she thinks, as Sam relaxes beneath her, arms wrapping around her from behind.

Tara unlocks her phone.

#/mp #ask box #Scream #Sam Carpenter #Tara Carpenter #don't ask me who leaked it maybe they set it up to auto send out or something. i do not have further answers on that lol. #anyway these girls ain't telling the other shit willingly. they're too scared of losing the other. #they're both ride or die but the other doesn't even understand that yet #ANYWAY i actually hate this. i feel like it's low quality but i can't explain why. #this too me like 4 hours to write. eugh. #my writing tag

[ceratonia-siliqua]

Hi! Super weird question to ask, but, I was wondering if you were the person that wrote a fan fic of Bucky/Peter called “Forever.” On Ao3? If so, I always wanted to know what happened to that fic, because it was literally the best of literature I’ve read on Bucky/Peter. It was so good that I would go back to read it again, and I was wondering if you still had that fic, or if something happened to it, I just wanted to know because it still eats me up to this day that I can’t read it no more 😭. Also if this isn’t who I think it is, then I’m sorry please ignore this!

Hi!!! I'm not sure how old this message is but yes, I am the person who wrote Forever. The reason it got deleted was actually not by my choice. The coauthor was found out to be lying about faking a terminal illness and so she deleted her entire account on ao3 and I believe on tumblr as well. Ao3 terminates even coauthored fics if one person decides to remove it so the entire thing was removed and I have just never gotten around to fixing the issue because it was so time consuming and during the aftermath I was still finishing by Bachelor's degree and didn't have time to sort through and make sure I had all the files. Sadly, after checking it looks like all the files were deleted at some point.

But! I do have some good news! Ao3 emailed me some documentation of the original fic so I do have a readable version, it's just not formally posted anymore. I keep telling myself I'll get around to reposting it and so I haven't released the link but I have a feeling I might never get to it so here's the link since I feel bad its been hidden in a backroom for so long.

It is the story in its entirety and pretty much all the original information. Really the biggest hurdle to me posting it on ao3 has been needing to divvy things up into chapters and do all the tagging again.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy! Let me know if the link works. I tested it while logged out to make sure you didn't need to be signed into my throw away account to access the info and it seemed fine but confirmation doesn't hurt.

#Forever fic #winterspider

[yanfeisty]

Aot preferences | Texting headcanons

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : Eren, Armin, Jean, Connie, Levi, Hange x Reader

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : Just some texting headcanons.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : None.

Eren

・He's the type to spam you if you aren't responding in 10 minutes, it's a mix of him being impatient, even if it's something not that important, and being worried, what if someone kidnapped you,"Y/n?", "Babe???", "Pls respond", "Don't move, I'm coming". Smh, I'm not even gonna talk about the amount of missed calls.

・If he is angry, he will purposely leave you on seen while still reading every messages, showing that he is mad. But if you kinda spam him, he would drop the act and apologize repetitively, he doesn't want to hurt you but sometimes his emotions get the best of him.

・ Every time he is not with you but thinking about you, he would send sweet messages even if it's like 2 am. He just wants to let you know that he loves you. "F*ck, I love you sm" "Eren, it's 3 am-" "Sorry, I had a dream about you"

・Your name in his phone is "Babe 💕", he likes to use that nickname.

Armin

・He knows how to choose his words carefully and knows what makes you smile, so if you're at work or you're missing him, he will cheer you up with his messages, never failing to make you happy.

・Doesn't double text because he understands people can be busy, he is patient and he doesn't spend much time on his phone. And he would rather go visiting someone than texting or calling them.

・Your nickname is "sweetheart ❤️", people will tease him for it and he may be embarrassed at first but with time he will not care as it shows you're his and he cares about you.

Jean

・Pretty much always checking if he received anything, because what if it's something important? You could even text while he is working or sleeping and he would be here for you in not even a second.

・Imagine when Jean had a crush on you, he would take forever before replying, you could ask something simple and he would have a breakdown and rewrite a million times his text, but at the same time he doesn't want you to believe he left on seen. It's a mess.

・But, when in a relationship, he makes sure that everytime you're not with him, to text you a sweet message, most of the time it's cheesy but it's cute.

・He named you in his contact as "Beautiful", because you're simply are in his eyes!

Connie

・He likes to send voicemails instead because it's faster, but sometimes he would just send random sounds, don't question it. And he would love if you did too or even just call him, because he likes your voice.

・When he is not using voicemails, he do emojis/emoticons and gif. And memes, he likes to send you some when he finds them funny.

・Not really related to texting, but Connie likes to invite you for mobile games, for passing time when you're not with him and absolutely destroy you ofc <3.

・Calls you "Shawty", whatever if you're short or tall, it's cute just like you.

Levi

・Perfect grammar, no typos and of course always put a dot at the end. If you call him on that, he would find it stupid and continues anyway. Also, no emojis because he finds it kind of childish but doesn't care if you use them (he secretly love it when you sends hearts).

・Short text king, no pun intended. If he wants to have a long conversation, it would be face to face or at least while calling him. Levi just texts when it's needed and to ask something.

・He is not always on his phone so be prepared to wait for hours until he responds. He is a busy man after all. And don't expect much of a response of him, and please don't send meme like the other brats, he wouldn't reply anyway.

・Your contact name is "Y/n", even if he uses sometimes sweet names, he doesn't want other people to see that he can be affectionate and your relationship is private.

Hange

・Such a chaotic texter, pretty much always write in capital letters because they're always excited. Loves to use a lot of emojis, it just looks cute and shows perfectly their tone.

・They can't write a full text so if they got a lot of things to say, prepare for a spam of messages.

・Likes to send videos and photos of them or random things and then explain what their doing, they want to share everything they do with you.

・They named you as just simply "Y/n 🥰".

#aot x reader #eren x reader #aot headcanons #armin x reader #jean x reader #connie x reader #levi x reader #hange x reader

[im-just-kinda-here-k]

tell me about stellaris in the most autistic way imaginable (i wanna learn by infodump and infodump only)

(Srry this took me so long to answer I wanted to answer once I got home and promptly forgot about it lmao)

So! Stellaris. The 4x game where you genocide in space or something.

I'll start from the top, you will be designing a space-faring empire to play as, staring with...

SPECIES/HOME SYSTEM: This is where your gonna decide what your founding species looks like and what traits they have, as well as what their home planet/star are named. Not to mention you can write a short biography on your empires pre-ftl history here! Role-play wise this will affect your game greatly, but in terms of gameplay its only a big deal early on as barring some exceptions you will like end up with quite the melting pot, and any individual species traits will be of little consequence. The next part will be much more influential, however.

GOVERNMENT: Now we get into the real meat of your empire. Who are they? What do they stand for? What makes them stand out? How do they decide on their leaders? Do they decide on their leaders? You can be militaristic xenophiles who will fight tooth and nail to protect the galaxies people, or a curious hive mind that wants to hoard as much knowledge as it can without coming to blows with its neighbors, and yes, space nazis. Here you can also decide the past of your species, they could be fairly normal, simply reaching out into the stars after a few decades of booming economy, or they could've never lived on a planet at all, being born on floating habitats in the void.

MISC: Just some other details, your first leaders name/gender, what your ships look like, what your advisor sounds like, that kinda stuff.

GAMEPLAY: I'm sorry but I have that committed to muscle memory I would have a stroke if I tried to explain it. Montu and other stellaris youtubers are the best for that.

MODS: For when you've spent 200$ on dlc but want 600$ worth instead. This can be anything from simple tweaks to complete overhauls of the gameplay. My favorite are "gigastructural engineering and more" which expand on the megastructure system (just really big things that make the economy go brrrrrr) and adds lots of post endgame content. (Wanna rearrange entire star systems into mobile weapons platforms and pit them against space cats that consume millions of galaxies to outlive entropy?)

Then there's stellaris evolved, which changes literally every aspect of the game in some way we would be here all day so just know it's amazing.

Alright we've been through a few paragraphs of this so I think it's time to talk about one of my own empires!

THE EMPIRE OF SILDORIA: A long time ago, humans sent out colony ships into a wormhole found at the edge of the solar system, most were destroyed, but one of the surviving ones wound up in a random part of the galaxy, and went a-looking for a new home. But they couldn't find one, supplies were dwindling and systems were failing, so they took a gamble and took up residence in the upper atmosphere of an unusually stable gas giant. It was still a brutal task, where people were worked to death out of necessity rather than greed, but they pulled it off. Floating cities dot the gas planet of sildoria, and after scrounging up enough materials, they have made their way onto the galactic stage. It did not come without cost, however, as the humans, or rather, sildorians, have been fundamental changed by their experiences. Their psyche is unbreakable on a biological level, and their bodies are quite tough as well. They are instinctively inclined to reduce waste, and have a reduced birthrate as a result of cramped conditions. The sildorian government is an interesting one, while it is extremely focused on material gain and expansion of industry, they make sure to take as good care of their people as they can. A sildorian laborer will be expected to give everything they can spare in the workplace, and in exchange they will want for nothing at home. In the future the sildorian empire is likely to take forays into robotics and cybernetics to maximize productivity and comfort. OK that's all I have to say :D

#stellaris #giga mega ultra infodum GO!!!

[xlovely-daydreamsx]

Ace Of Hearts (Yandere!Zhongli x Reader x Yandere!Childe) Ch. 2

Summary: You wake up in an unfamiliar place; Childe makes a deal.

Notes: this has been done for like a week, but i wasnt sure if i liked it... i hope you guys enjoy it though! and sorry for any sloppiness- im posting this on tumblr mobile for once

Warnings: yandere, drugging, kidnapping, dark themes, a/b/o dynamics

The readhead approached Zhongli with a bit of a sneer; While both men were near the same height, Diluc had a domineering presence about him. His suit fit perfectly against his broad shoulders and brutish figure, flexing as his hand outstretched toward the other man.

"I suppose the best man won, as they say..." They shook, neither of the two smiling, "I hope you have fun... breaking her in. Something like that needs a strong hand." With one last tight squeeze, Diluc lets go and straightens his cuff links.

"Good evening, ladies," he says with a slight bow, taking his leave through the large auction hall doors.

"He's quite the hunk, isn't he?" Yae chuckled, but all Zhongli could muster was a scoff.

"Something of the sort..." He replies before taking his own leave, following the crowd out of the hall.

It's only a few days before Childe shows up at his door.

"When they told me it was you who had bought her, I could hardly believe it!" His nagging starts immediately, walking into Zhongli's foyer shamelessly.

"Where's the girl?"

"In the truck downstairs- the boys are gonna bring her up." Childe, seemingly having no shame, scopes out the room in awe, letting out a low whistle.

"Then what exactly are you doing in my house?" Childe pouts.

"What, I can't visit a friend?"

"Is that what we are?" Zhongli, arms crossed, stares at the redhead.

"Well, I would hope so..." Childe sighs, walking farther into the home and leaving Zhongli no choice but to follow.

"You know, I picked her out myself. I really wanted to keep her, even, but the boss said she was too valuable not to sell." He finds his way into the kitchen and sets himself down at the small granite bar. The walls of the kitchen were dark blue, dark wood paneling covering part of it and casting a somber mood over the room.

"I sure paid a fortune for her."

"And that I thank you for," Childe watches as Zhongli pulls out two crystalline drinking glasses and a bottle of whiskey from under the bar, pouring a finger for each of them. "I'm getting a really good paycheck this week."

"Glad I could be of service. Now, why are you really bothering me?"

The younger man shoots his drink back without a wince, smacking it back down onto the counter with a resounding clack.

"It would be bad for our image if people found out we were selling... unlicensed goods, for lack of a better term. So I want to help you train your new toy- it'll be beneficial for both of us." His finger intetwine themselves under his chin, that dazzling smile taking up most of his face.

"I'm not sure how your hands being on my property is beneficial to me."

"Not only does it make my business look bad, but it makes yours look worse if we have unwilling participants, right? Word spreads fast around these types of groups, and while some people might commend you for taking the 'traditional' approach, other people tend to find that very... illegal and immoral."

"She signed a contract, didn't she?"

"Well yes, but-"

"Then it's not a problem. Tell your men to put her in the upstairs bedroom." And with that, Zhongli finishes his drink, hoping to exit this conversation as quickly as possible.

Unluckily for him, Childe is incapable of giving up.

He follows behind him swiftly, the pair watching as Childe's men bring in what appears to be a large cage, seemingly for a dog. A sheet is draped overtop of it.

"Please, Morax- a favor for a friend."

Zhongli just sighs as they carry it up the staircase.

"I'll think about it."

That's all the confirmation Childe needs- his eyes light up, and his smile is brigher than ever.

"You won't regret this." He says, but Zhongli really, really thinks he will.

You don't know how long it's been until you fully regain your consciousness, but you feel like you have the worst hangover of your life. Your body aches and your head is pounding, but that's not exactly what catches your attention. What does, however, is the room you're in.

It's huge. Pristine, white walls and a large bay window draw your eyes, almost distracting you from the bed you had apparently been sleeping on.

And God damnnit, if it wasn't the comfiest bed you had ever been on. The pillows and comfortor were all white as well, and you wonder for a moment if maybe you had died and went to heaven.

You push yourself off to the side of your plush oasis, feeling like a baby deer as your legs wobble underneath you.

Movement makes you feel even sicker, and you can't help it when your legs fall underneath you, finding yourself on the cool, hardwood floor.

How the hell did you end up here?

Maybe you should've listened to your mother, known that you would never be smart enough to make it on your own- maybe if you had stayed at home, you wouldn't be caught up in this mess. Maybe you'd be okay.

But you're not okay, and you're stuck here- wherever here is- and you have to figure it out on your own, the way you've always done things.

It's a minute before you feel certain enough that you won't puke to try again. It's on unsteady legs and with a throbbing head that you make your way to the door, finding it unlocked, to your suprise.

If you were kidnapped, or, or sold, as you recall with a twinge of dispair, why would they keep the doors open?

You step out of the room cautiously, taking in your surroudings as well as you can in your disoriented state.

You had never cared much for princesses and such as a kid, but the scene in front of you looked like it was pulled straight from Cinderella's Castle. A grandiose staircase stands in front of you, a large chandelier illuminating the steps.

The walls around you are covered in yellow floral wallpaper, wooden trim, and large portraits of people you certainly wouldn't recognize.

You falter looking at them, wondering if your shaky legs could possibly carry you safely down them, but what other choice do you have?

None of these other hallways will lead you out of... wherever this is, you assume, unless you want to jump out of a window. So you take your chance, clutching the polished wood of the railing and slowly but surely making your way down.

Those stairs lead you into a foyer, large wooden doors in front of you and an expanse of shiny white tiles under your feet. A colorful bouquet of flowers sits on a table in the middle of the room, and two corridors head off to either side. You barely give them a glance before you shoot towards those doors, wondering partly what you'd do once you're out- you have no idea where you are or what could be on the other side- but it's the only choice you have.

You pull them hard, to no avail. They shake and shudder as you struggle, tears welling in your eyes. You're tired and sick and you just want to go home.

"I didn't expect you'd wake up so soon," You flich away from the door, turning swiftly on your heel to face the voice.

He's tall, you realize- much taller than you and handsome as you've ever seen; a domineering stare adorns his face. His suit is crisp against his strong arms and slim figure, and you wonder how silly you look in comparison to him, disheveled and small and insignificant.

"How are you feeling?" He asks, taking a long stride towards you, hands folded neatly behind his back.

You scramble away from him, your shaky legs faltering under you once again, causing you to fall on your ass in front of the man. He has the gall to frown at that, and offers you a hand that you do your best to shimmy away from.

"Where am I? Please let me go,"

"You're in the Morax estate, and subsequently your new home. Now let me help you off the floor." He reaches his hand out again, but another scurry and you're far enough from him that he huffs and retracts it.

"It's uncivilized to crawl around on the floor, you know?" You could almost laugh at that.

"Who gives a shit? You kidnapped me!"

"You weren't kidnapped; I bought you. You signed a contract, so you'll make do on it."

"Bullshit! I wouldn't- I would never do that." Part of you knows you would never, but the other part wonders what could have happened in the time you can't seem to remember, memories covered in a fog.

"I can show it to you, if you'd like, but you'll have to get off the floor." You scoff, but make your way up on unstable legs. What other choice do you have? This man seems to be your only viable option at the moment, save for jumping out of the first window you can find.

"And please try to calm yourself- I assure you I mean no harm, but your smell is... distressing."

Your hand instinctively reaches for your neck, checking for a bite or a patch and, with a sigh of relief, you find nothing out of the ordinary.

"I'm... scared," you say, rubbing at your scent glands, "I can't help it."

"You've got nothing to be afraid of, dear- I'm much less tempermental than your other option." You follow him down the corridor and into a kitchen, beautiful and probably more expensive than the entirety of your apartment building.

"My other option?" He gives you a side glance,

"Another bidder- a callous, unkind man with a love for little things like you; he has a surplus of Omega maids loitering around his estate, and he would've loved to add another."

That... definitely did not sound like a good alternative. But what do you know, right? You've been conscious for a grand total of ten minutes, and this guy could be lying to you. You could follow him into some secret sex dungeon and be absolutely clueless, because you've happened to make every bad mistake possible in the shortest amount of time.

You hate to admit it, but you're starting to think your mother was right.

"Please, have a seat." He gestures you to take a seat at a granite island, placed neatly in the center of the kitchen. The place is... nice. Ridiculously so- a palace to the likes of you, and you can only wonder what a man like this would want with a girl like you.

You eye the spot warily for a momenr before taking it, your body stiff and unnatural feeling. You wonder for a moment if you could be dreaming.

"I was speaking with your handler not too long ago, so I happen to have your contract on hand." He pushes a file toward you from the other side of the island, neat and tidy in a tan folder.

You flip it open, your eyes scanning the tiny, dark lines of text desperately. With the way your head was still pounding, you could barely make out anything of substance, and you pushed it back towards him with a sigh.

"Show me where it says anything important." The man doesn't falter for a moment, flipping through the pages until he finds his destination, and just as easily flips it toward you once more, fingers deftly dancing over the lines.

"Right here."

You scan it in disbelief.

'Servitude.'

'Possession.'

'Unfit for self-care.'

'Mentally incapacitated.'

"This has got to be a joke. This... I wouldn't sign this!" You try your best to remember the hours, days before you got here- piece together your blurred memories and find anything that could explain your situation.

You remember a stage.

Lights so blinding, crowd full of watchful, judging eyes. You remember the warm hands on your body, the sweat on the back of your neck.

And you remember the dress.

It had felt nice against your skin, tight but oh-so soft and lazily elegant. You remember how pretty you felt.

You remember the woman who gave it to you.

And finally, you remember the contract.

"I can find the page with your signature, if you'd like."

You place your head against the cool surface of the island, knotting your hands into your hair as your head throbs once again. You remember it all now- far too much for someone like you to bear, and yet it's made its home at the front of your psyce.

Your tears drip straight down, pooling on the shiny granite.

You realize morbidly that it sparkles.

He already loves the sound of your voice. Of course, he would've preferred to hear it in better circumstances, without the pained undertones and harsh words, but he's an understanding man- he knows you just need time to come around to it.

And your smell, oh, god, your smell- overwhelming and intoxicating, flooding his senses and reminding him of instincts he had often forgotten he had.

It hurt him to think that he was the cause of your fears, and subsequently the sour notes in your scent, the break in your voice, and the tears in your eyes that he wished to wipe away.

He had never seen such a reaction from an Omega; it was commonplace for the needlessly wealthy to spend their money on pretty little things like you, and most Omegas would consider it a privilege to be picked by someone of Zhongli's stature.

Change can be difficult for some; starting a new life in an unfamiliar place can be disorienting, so he's sure that's all it is- he's sure it's not him.

Your hair looks so soft as it pools against the counter, obscuring your face.

He had always considered himself a man of patience and poise. He had never had trouble with self control, always being able to keep his calm, but now he wanted nothing more than to break his composure and reach out to you. He imagined running his hands through your hair, cupping your rosy cheeks and staring into your tear-pooled eyes.

But he wouldn't, because he knows you need it more than he does.

You can repay his kindness someday, he supposes.

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exactly 1 (one) person said they were interested in hearing about my OC.. HERES PROOF BTW ....

AN-EE-WAIEZ.... here's what I have on her so far!! this information is all subject to change, as she's a relatively new character.

HERES UR INFO:

general info:

name: Ven

age: 20 something (keepin it ambiguous)

pronouns: she/her

model of phone head: T-Mobile sidekick 2002

height: 5'8

relationships:

friends: Karen, Randy, Oliver, bigfoot (somehow), and Norm (she met him in the woods and he almost shot her but they're chill now)

people she dislikes: Bunny (he's her boss), mingus, little billy (more fear than dislike)

family: no family

backstory:

-dropped out of college due to financial reasons, and ended up working at bunny's burgers. she wants to go back to college, so she's working at the Burger place to save up.

-generic tragic backstory crap, her best friend died during her first semester of college, sending her into a depressive episode, which caused the financial hardship that she had to drop out of college for.

-she was assigned a typewriter head at birth but decided it was impractical and changed it to a phone, and thus gets mistaken for a boy frequently.

fun facts:

-shes REALLY interested in pre dialup history, and everyone thinks she's weird for it.

-when she went to college she majored in fine arts, with a minor in sociology.

-she once tried to save randy from a group of swans, which failed MISERABLY and resulted in them both getting mauled by swans.

-one time she thought it would be fun to go to the playground. rookie mistake. little billy stole her wallet and kicked her into the pond.

-she fed gingi breadcrumbs one time like they were a terrifyingly large green pigeon.

-she's secretly plotting to steal Randy's pet raccoon... he'll never see it coming...

likes:

-the cinema

-the SAFE PARTS!!!! of the funfair

-urban exploration (going into abandoned buildings and just lookin around)

-playing video games

dislikes:

-loud noises

-the rides at the funfair (she passed out while riding El Crabbo. never again.)

-SWAN TERRITORY. (the park)

general traits:

-nervous, stutters occasionally (not as much as randy, for her it's more like the words get stuck, so like she freezes and can't get the word out, rather than like "h-hi!")

-cares a lot about what others think of her, to the point it's a fault.

-tries her best to be nice to people.

-likes to joke around, but tends to not understand when people are being sarcastic... I'm sure you can see the issue.

-tends to blend into the background in a sense, people don't usually notice her. she likes it that way.

-gets defensive easily, accidentally lashing out.

ok this was like. a really long post I'm sorry chat I just really wanted to talk abt her ☹️‼️ btw I threw in her old sprites just for funsies.. ok bye

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