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hazbin-writings-and-musings · 3 months

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Lucifer Morningstar x Reader Smutty Headcanons

I promised on this LM x Reader post things would get spicy soon, so here we are, coming so far from my first post! Just the first of probably many more smutty Lucifer posts, because we all know this man fucks and we all want a piece.

Warnings: SMUT

- This man legitimately loves everything about eating pussy. He loves performing it, he loves bragging about how well he performs it, he loves giving tips because he believes in respecting the craft, and he loves putting down anyone too entitled to provide what he sees as this most enjoyable of services for one's partner. You don't even have to ask him to go down on you, it'll be one of the first things he offers, and he'll regularly ask if you're interested in letting off a little steam. Having the ability to extend and shapeshift his tongue into having an opposable forked tip makes him capable of techniques beyond your wildest fantasies, and whether you like to receive from above or below, he's equally down to have you seated on his face or laying back to enjoy yourself.

- He's not poorly or overly endowed for a man of his size, but he's also quite literally the one who originally proved that size doesn't matter in the slightest, and he's had thousands of years to perfect those original techniques. From position to tempo, he's mastered everything he needs to hit the G-spot with impeccable accuracy, and his hands will be quite busy seeking out where you most enjoy attention as he rides you with the power and virility of an untamed stallion. All this combined results in a mind blowing time for you, every time, and he's got the stamina to answer all of your repeated requests for another round.

- Nevermind the magic he can work with his tongue or his dick, the King of Hell is also a wizard with his fingers. He's even got a carpal tunnel roller just to keep his dexterity in top shape for when his skills are needed. Finding your clit is effortless for him, and he'll show it all the love he thinks you deserve, responding eagerly to your feedback in the moment and putting his mouth to use on your neck as he does so. Whether you want him inside, outside or both at the same time, he's happy to provide, and he'll gladly push his wrists to the limit if it leaves you properly satisfied.

- If you offer to be the one servicing him, he'll happily accept, and you'll quickly find his mannerisms shift quite considerably when he's on the receiving end. He starts out confident, offering banter to match your own, but as soon as your mouth gets to work, his demeanor changes. A grin becomes an open mouthed moan, his hands tenderly take hold of you to ground himself, and witty quips turn to soft and needy sighs. The more heated things get, the more he loses himself, but it's a great way for you to gauge how well you're performing. Growls and an appearance of his horns are a sign he's really having a good time, especially considering he's always got steam to blow off. Particularly rough days will result in him losing all control by climax; fully extended wings and horns, an unfurled tail he wraps about you, hair disheveled and clinging to a fine layer of sweat, and more than a few reality bending bursts of power surging around the both of you. It's his favorite way to end the day on a good note. He'll pull his fingers from your hair as he breathlessly apologizes for the show, but the both of you know watching him go feral is part of the fun.

- The afterglow is peak cuddle time for him, and he'll be in no hurry to get dressed if there's somewhere either of you needs to be, so more than a few of his duties will end up delayed thanks to post-coital bliss. All six wings will seek you out for a fluffy embrace, and if the two of you are at all winded, the otherworldly softness of Archangel feathers might make staying awake quite impossible. Should you have some energy to spare though, he'll want to actively enjoy the snuggle. Hearing you breathe, feeling his skin against yours, and engaging in pillow talk just make him the happiest little guy. Such moments really allow him to let his guard down, and you might hear him speak with a softness and hopefulness that rarely leaves the bedroom, but he's just as interested in listening as he is in talking. Don't be too surprised if he drifts off with his head in your boobs though.

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vvampirelust · 4 months

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just thinking about college!ellie w nip piercings...

warnings: smut, dom!ellie, sub!reader, nipple play/sucking/ect (e!receiving), thigh riding

Maybe she went and got them done on a drunken whim, claiming it was just a bit of fun.

Or maybe, Ellie's finally come to the realisation that she’s a smokeshow. her “business” offering her more and more opportunities to come out of her shell around the pretty girls at parties. Ellie's naturally ruggish appearance works wonders as it is. a newfound confidence boost and swelling ego sat on her shoulders, she can’t wait to see how her partners react to the shiny bars decorating her perky tits.

And it was… the best. decision. ever.

They look good. real good. picture santa barbara!ellie. in that white tank top. having ditched the sports bra because boy oh boy…now we all agree ellie has sensitive tits. The piercings have only spun the dial to 100, anything too tight around her chest is overwhelming and frankly inconvenient throughout the day.

The thinness of her tank top means her new piercings are poking through at all times, revealing just enough to let the imagination run wild. The small indents of the ball on either side of the bar frames her lusty and rosy nipples, glinting anytime the light hits them just right.

It’s safe to say, the girls worship them. Tonight, you will worship them. and that's all that matters to ellie rn.

She has you sitting snug atop her firm thigh, the flat of her foot laid on the bed, waiting patiently for the right moment to apply pressure. Your pupils haven’t been able to leave Ellie's bare chest. Not since she shamelessly tugged off the tank and tossed it god knows where.

Smug smirk gracing her chapped lips, Ellie's thumps press into the skin of your hips. Grabbing your attention back. “Wanna touch ‘em, babe? Hm?” Ellie bites her lip in a way that makes you squeeze her thigh between your own. She chuckles, “Yeah…s’okay. Go ahead,” her chin dips, gesturing to her chest.

But to your surprise. she scoffs and smacks away your tentative, wandering fingers.

“Use your mouth.”

Now you’re just testing Ellie's patience. After you bent down to let the tip of your tongue gently graze across her nipple. “You’re cute,” is all she says before giving your hair a quick tug, and you gasp, pained yelp passing your frowned lips.

Ellie almost whines, “come on, babe. don’t go shy on me now,” her back arches, tits pushing closer to your face, “don’t you wanna suck on them? taste them? baby?” Despite how desperate she sounds, you both know she’s holding all the power. She’s just taunting you. Teasing.

You nod like the submissive thing she’s turned you into, “Mhm. I want to taste them so bad, baby,” you admit, eyes dropping back to her chest. Ellie drags her thumb all the way to your lips, parting them as she arches further, practically feeding her tit into your mouth. “Show me then.”

Her groan is downright pornographic when you finally latch onto her, “atta girl.” your tongue laps over her nipple, exploring the smooth metal, cool as it rolls within your mouth. You test out a flick, up and down; then side to side. Trying out slow strokes and quick flicks. Both motions pulling a loud, high-pitched gasp from the confident brunette beneath you.

Ellie’s slender fingers brush your hair back, allowing her to admire your face through fluttering eyes. She’s hypnotised by how your lips look wrapped around her tit, “so fucking sexy,” she mutters between each scratchy huff of pleasure. “Babe,” she grunts, “babe!”

You hum around her nipple, slurping off her with a pop. your eyes find hers, wide and waiting. “Other side, now “ she pants, pushing your face against her neglected tit, “keep looking at me too, baby, don’t stop.”

Her grip tightens on your hips, pulling you down as she rubs her thigh up against your heat. You moan in tandem, teeth sinking into the plush flesh of her breast, eyes straining yet never leaving Ellie's. You give yourself time to mark her pretty, freckled skin, working your way around and around to her nipple.

“Fuckkk,” Ellie moans when your lips enclose around her piercing clad nipple and suck hard. You never give her puffy and overly sensitive bud a moment's peace. Your motions are turning fluid yet surprising.

Ellie whimpers so prettily when your tongue darts over her nipple, pace relentless, knocking her new jewellery with each and every stroke. “Mmph- good girl,” she strains, rocking your hips against her faster.

Even as you switch back and forth between those little, bouncy boobs of hers. She never breaks eye contact. It's intense. It's driving you halfway towards insanity. Ellie has her bottom lip permanently caught between her teeth. Her drooping eyes, loud noises and furrowing brows are what give away the immense pleasure she’s experiencing.

She mutters out encouragement and orders as she focuses on your every movement. Not allowing the friction from her thigh to distract you from making her feel good.

“Ha-harder baby, suck ‘em hard. Yeah, yeah. Just like that…”

She’s definitely coming in her pants from this.

#lesbian #ellie williams smut #ellie williams #ellie smut #ellie williams x reader smut #ellie x fem reader #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams tlou #ellie tlou #ellie x reader #wlw #lesbian smut #ellie the last of us #ellie x dina #ellie x you #the last of us smut #tlou smut #tlou x reader

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simtanico · 2 months

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Ellie Williams (inspired by The Last of Us) for The Sims 3

Teen | Brave, Loner, Artistic, Animal Lover

Behold: my pride and joy. You could say that this character is the reason I started creating CC in earnest. Now it's been almost 10 years since I first saved a version of her in CAS and here she finally is! A whole depressing heart-wrenching sequel to her story and a live action adaptation has come out since then!

So maybe this is the opportunity to give her the fun-filled tragedy-less life she deserves?????? Perhaps???????

If you're up for it, Ellie comes with brand new CC including her hair, Fall Hoodie, Summer Top and an edit of the Diesel High Kee jeans I recently released and a soft-launched slider that is soooooooo niche that I don't think merits its own post. You can find it at my sliders page and in the download. :)

And her being a sim of mine, she has a LOT of CC requirements and uses a ton of sliders. You've been warned!!!

The rest of the details below!

The List (and credits):

Skin: @kurasoberina Primer Skin HD+ (Default) with @chinsims Extra Tones [She will probably do well with another skin, as most of her features are slider and makeup reliant.]

Eyebrows: @simmillercc Low Full Tweezed brows from the EA Female Eyebrow Overhaul (Non-Default) collection (MTS archive.org link, current Patreon link does not have the non-default version of the eyebrows, afaik)

Face Details: Gosik Subtle Freckles v2 // v3 // v5 | @pralinesims Delicate Freckles for the Nose // Delicate Freckles for the Cheek

Makeup:

NOTE: ALL MAKEUP THAT WASN'T ORIGINALLY ENABLED FOR TEENS WAS MADE SO. This tutorial covers how to do that with s3pe.

Eyeshadow: 1. Base Game Eyeshadow (w/ lavsm's default replacement alpha fixes) 2. mochi029 inner eyelid make06 [reuploaded by @hyperkaos] 3. @sk-sims Natural Eyebag 4. Ephemera E121228eyeshadow [hosted by me here]

Eyeliner: 1. @sclub-privee Eyelash 3NA 2. Eyelid 2 by me [included in download] 3. Base Game Top Eyeliner

Blush: 1. @gramssims Contour 2 and Contour 5 [Link inactive. Click here for official archive link.] 2. mochi029 plainMakeSet A 3. Tifa Shading Line Blush // Nose Mask V2 [creator inactive, shared by @simdreams] 4. ModernLover Nosemask 5. @agnelid Bloodland Blush N1 Part 3

Lips: 11 IN3S Dry Lips [re-hosted by @villesims] | 2. Lip Definition III by me [included in download]

The Riding Pants in her athletic outfit (with the striped shirt) are by @sweetdevil-sims!

*** she does require a slider that I have not been able to find reuploaded anywhere, Ottershell's Chin Tallness. Link here. ***

For any other defaults and mods installed please visit my newly-updated resources page linked on my page!

Last thing: Feel free to change her up as you need. Simplify her slider usage, use her as a base, whatever. Just, please, do not claim you made her all on your own OR make money from reposting her or subsequent sims. I've spent years making her and worked very hard to compile all this. If you've made it this far, thank you!!!!!!!!!!

Download .sim and included CC (and leave a 💖): https://simfileshare.net/download/4512068/

Please tag me in any photos you might take!

She will also eventually be hosted on simblr.cc!

#s3cc #the sims 3 #ts3cc #dl: sims #the last of us #this is actually making me super nervous sdfhafhewfsd #i'll scurry back from whence i came #mysims: Ellie

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grimbanes · 1 year

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I Was Using You. Kaz Brekker x GN! Reader.

Summary: “You’re right.” You muttered, dropping into a squat against the wall and cradling the sides of your head, then rubbed your eyes with the palms of your hands, “I want my time back. I want all those hours I spent worrying about you back. I want all the information I passed to you back. I want my heart back, Kaz. Most of all I want you to give my love back.” OR kaz had you both practice being around each other and acting as a couple would to prepare you both for a heist but you ended up falling for him for real. Part 1 of a twoshot. WC: 2.9k GENRE: ANGST, minor humor. tw: blood, guns, violence, the usual six of crows warnings. A/N: i had a lot of fun writing this one but part 2 will definitely be more angsty <3

“The truth of the matter is that I was using you,” Kaz’s words felt as chilled as the water running through the canals throughout Ketterdam’s cursed streets. You stared at him with your brass knuckles loose around your fingers, unable to hold your fists and you felt yourself lean back against the wall behind you, disbelief clouding your judgement. Nina’s words echoed in your mind: “Kaz is a good actor, just as good as me and I’m military trained and yet… I couldn’t even pretend to be in love like that. I think he really does feel for you.”

“You’re a thief,” You breathed with dawning dread, brushing the back of your hand against your cheek and wiping blood and dust across your sweat soaked skin. The job had been perfect, gone smoother than anything and now you just awaited the signal from Wylan that it was clear to make a swift exit. You had played your role for months for this job and you hadn’t even realised you were a puppet on a string. All those nights in Kaz’s office, the coffees you brought him, the little notes he left around for you. It was all preparing you to play the role for that heist and selfishly, Kaz knew how to make you fall for him for real, reality winding you in the middle of a dingy storage room in a warehouse on some island off of the coast of Ketterdam.

“We all had a job to do and you’re the least reliable. I did what needed to be done,” Kaz’s icey gaze didn’t waver with uncertainty but there was a rigidness in his frame, all straight lines deadly still rather than flowing like waves licking at algae-slick rocks. In his impossibly dark suit, jacquard waistcoat and bronze pocket watch, he stood towering, tall and domineering and with just a single sentence, he turned from your favourite person to walk on the cobbled streets to the Devil himself.

“Give it back,” You heard yourself mutter out, your eyes wide and hand clutching at the front of your shirt. Your heart was breaking over and over the more you stared at him. The more you studied his gloves, reminiscing of the bare hands that had tucked your hair behind your ear. The soft smiles he often threw your way from across the Crow Club’s floor, just the hint of a curve that only you or Jesper could identify. The way he would work himself late into the night and silently ask for a drink with that twinkle in his eyes, relying on you for something he could easily do himself because he wanted you around him.

You wanted to march across the room and kick his cane from his grasp and sock him in the jaw. You wanted to march across the room and grab the front of his stupid coat and tell him that it's okay to feel for you. You wanted to do so much but most of all, you didn’t want to be the person to make that decision for him. You need Kaz to choose you for himself, not coax him into wanting you. Not in the way he had done to you and then ripped your heart from your chest with the proficiency of a heartrender. Dirtyhands, indeed.

“I don’t know what you’re asking me to return,” Kaz spoke up with his raspy timbre, absentmindedly tapping his cane against the rickety floorboards but other than that, the only movement in his tall frame as the tensing of his jaw, a subtle flex of muscle beneath alabaster skin.

“You’re right.” You muttered, dropping into a squat against the wall and cradling the sides of your head, then rubbed your eyes with the palms of your hands, “I want my time back. I want all those hours I spent worrying about you back. I want all the information I passed to you back. I want my heart back, Kaz. Most of all I want you to give my love back.”

It was a weighted statement. Did you mean for him to give it back and love you in return or did you mean to give it back because he didn’t deserve to have it? You didn’t know that much, you just knew it to be your truth. It was a confession of your feelings, one that Kaz Brekker was certainly not used to despite his intelligence and observational skills.

“I didn’t promise you anything,” Kaz’s stupid voice brought you from your rapture and you silently agreed. He hadn’t promised anything and that was your mistake. Kaz never went back on his word if you managed to get him to give it to you first. There may not be any honour in thieves, but there was honour in being Kaz Brekker.

You brought yourself to your feet and steeled yourself, quashing those feelings that wanted to burst from your chest and bloom hydrangeas, rescinding all the words that dared wish to roll from your tongue. You would not waste your breath because the young man in front of you was not someone who bothered with such niceties. You would not give him the chance to see you beg. You would not beg for love you knew you deserved so instead, you would play your role and dance to the tune the piper played.

“It’s better this way, anyway. I should be thanking you,” You eyed the door, adjusting the bandages you tied to your wrist to support your punches and then you grabbed the little knife you stored in your boot, brass knuckles tight around your fingers. A loud explosion echoed in the far distance and you cast him a glance. You both had a job to finish.

Kaz didn’t reply, just lowered to a squat that mirrored yours prior and flirted with the lock of the door they hadn’t entered through, deft fingers caressing sweetly and crooning a symphony to each little motion until the lock was bursting open to embrace him, only to be discarded and pushed open to reveal the hallway in front of them. You stepped past his hunched frame, leaving himself to get up on his own because he was more than capable. You approached the narrow wall that turned down a corner and peered over, gesturing your hand that it was clear and then began to push forward. The plan was to slip through a window and down onto the next floor, make a run for it as Jesper and Nina created a distraction. It was simple and you could both do it with your eyes closed.

The uneven steps behind you was enough for you to know that Kaz wasn’t using his cane to walk, no doubt feeling that ache in his shin and thigh that you would offer to get a chair for him to prop his leg up, telling him of little remedies your grandmother had told you about before her passing. It left a bitter taste on your tongue because you could have had that. You both could have had that but Kaz didn’t care for anything unless it came with a price tag or a promise of vengeance. A comforting lie. Kaz did care. He cared deeply, in his own way. He cared by lying for you. He cared by spinning little webs with his vile tongue and smoothing each little mistruth with enough certainty that it became absolute reality. Kaz cared by giving you your loved one’s share of money when they lost their lives. Kaz cared by thinking of you as family and having loyalty to you even if he didn’t mean for it. He cared by lowering his hat when you lost your life. His care was as cruel as he was, but it was still enough to regard.

You both approached the window but rather than let Kaz unlock it you slashed the lock with your knife and hoisted it up, throwing one leg over until you were straddling it and turning your gaze to Kaz.

“Do you want a hand?” You asked, offering him your hand with your palm turned up but he stared at you, jaw taut but his eyes held somewhat amusement.

“I would prefer a leg,” He retorted, stepping closer and gesturing for you to hurry out of the window with an impatient wave of his hand, thrusting his cane into your grasp.

He held it up and open with one glove covered hand, eyes cast behind them and then back to you, repeating the glances over and over as you gripped the window sill and let your body hang, throwing it into a swing and through the window below, slipping through the next window that Kaz had conveniently left open previously. Then you leaned out the window, over the sill and held your hands out whilst Kaz lowered himself through, your fingers locking around the bottom of his ridiculously fancy shoe attached to his bad leg and you helped him through the window with ease. Little things like letting you help him had you wishing to punch him in the gut and confess your undying love all at once. Ridiculous. You handed back his cane.

You both set off in perfect, uneven steps towards the flight of stairs, light on your feet and near impossible to detect. Everything remained silent and it caused you both to cast each other a glance, uncertainty clear. By now, gunfire should be heard, anything that would cause a distraction. Perhaps the two troublemakers had seduced the entire building into silence. That would be the day. You felt a small smile pull at your lips, peeking down over the railing of the stairs-

You heard it before you registered the blooming agony curling rose stems along your right shoulder, thorns digging into each nerve. BANG. Gritting your teeth, you felt your entire body recoil backwards, knife dropping to the floor with a noisy clatter and your hand caught your shoulder, palm pressed just below your collarbone, back colliding into a firm chest. You tried to stifle any noises of pain, an expert at manoeuvring through it. Months of torture tended to make someone good at that. You exhaled heavily through your nose, more annoyed with the inconvenience of your right hand now useless at your side. You cast a glance to Kaz from over your shoulder, his eyes already on your wound and his throat bobbing with a heavy swallow, his hands floating uselessly either side of your arms. Now was not the time for concern.

Throwing yourself away from his tall frame, you proceeded down the corridor rather than down the spiralling staircase, feet still light on the burgundy carpet and you pushed into a side room, Kaz following and shutting the door quietly. Saints, it fucking hurt. There was no doubt that they would begin pushing up to the next floor, fortunate that the carpet below was red. Luck or careful planning, you absentmindedly considered, eying the thief with his side against the door, ear pressed to the wood.

“Son of a bitch,” You grunted, ripping at your shirt and beginning to fasten it around your shoulder, mind rushing a million miles an hour. The staircase was a no go, now you needed to rely on Kaz’s assortment of plans and hope that he had one that didn’t involve you dying.

“You need help.”

“Astute observation as always, Kazzy,” You sighed, sweat beading at your temple. It should stop you bleeding out, for now. You hoped. Hope is dangerous, you laughed to yourself.

“Y/N-”

“You did a wonderful job convincing other people that you loved me, you know. I almost believed it myself. How insane is that? I nearly believed you. Me! I don’t trust the hinges on that door to open properly, let alone be foolish enough to believe that you loved me and for months too,” You felt dizzy, laughing into the back of your hand as you swayed to your feet, bracing the wall as you stood in front of him, entire body aching.

“People often avoid the truth because they are afraid that it will destroy the illusion.” Kaz replied with haste, pulling the door open and then stepping out, “We’ll take the next window. Are you coming?”

But the only response Kaz got was you falling unceremoniously onto the floor with an echoing, inelegant thump.

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When you came to the first thing you registered was the brain splitting headache bruising one side of your head. You pushed yourself up and clumsily reached for the whiskey glass filled with water and you threw it back, not caring how noisily you chugged the liquid because it was the most beautiful thing you had experienced. Maybe you would kill for another glass.

The second thing you registered was raised voices echoing through the Slat, each yelled murmur enveloped with unfamiliar silence. It had you curious because the Slat was never silent, always busy and bustling with success or singing, misery or pain. The third was that it was undoubtedly Kaz Brekker raising his voice. No wonder the entire building shook with echoing trepidation. With shaky legs, you carried yourself from the comfort of the bed towards your door and you stepped onto the landing of the second floor, only to meet eyes with Inej. She gestured you forward and you followed until she was pushing a bucket aside, peering straight into what used to be Per Haskell’s office, and now it was Kaz’s.

“What’s going on?” Your voice felt like sandpaper and sounded like nails on a chalkboard but Inej hushed you with a finger to her lips, shifting aside to give you room to listen in. Did she do this often?

“Where were you? Jesper? Nina?” Kaz’s familiar tone chimed out, rough and impatient and you observed the way he raked his hand through his dishevelled hair. He looked worse for wear, purple bruising beneath his raging irises and lashes long, blue marks littered across his jaw and neck but his clothes remained as put together as they always did.

“There were more than we expected, boss. Our information was a little off, we did what we could,” Jesper scratched the back of his head with his other hand laying on his revolver, no doubt seeking comfort from the pearl handled guns.

“No, you didn’t. You could have taken a bullet, Jes. Why does it have to be Y/N picking up the slack all the time? That was your job,” Kaz’s lips turned downwards into a frown and his limped pacing ceased, his tired form dropping into the chair at the desk, linking his fingers and elbows on the desk, mouth pressed against the hands in thought, unblinkingly and studying the two in front of him. You’re the least reliable. The two statements were very conflicting.

“Kaz- I’m sorry, okay? I have a home to get back to, I was thinking of Wylan,” Jesper sighed, shifting his weight from foot to foot and Nina beside him picked at her dress, lips pressed and eyes cast down.

“That’s exactly the problem, Jesper. If you died, your cut of the money would go to Wylan. If Y/N died, who would get the cut? There isn’t anybody left for them,” Kaz sighed out, explaining it to them with ease in his tone. At least he understood Jesper’s perspective.

“You would. Besides, since when did you care about any of these lowlives and their family?” Nina spoke up, finding her voice and she crossed her arms across her chest. Those first two words had your breath caught in your lungs, gripping the edges of your night clothes and seeking reassurance from Inej beside you. She nodded with a smile, gesturing her chin to the conversation happening below them.

“Why would I?” Kaz shot back quickly, eyebrows furrowed and hands now resting on the desk, his entire leaning forward with threatening interest towards the subject at hand.

“When I lost Matthias, you gave me his cut. That’s a lot of money for one person, even if I lost more than everyone else. You gave it to me because of how much I sacrificed for the job and because I loved him. You love Y/N, whether you admit it or not. You’re deflecting your worry into anger when you should be with them right now, not yelling at us,” Nina punctuated every sentence with a point of her finger, being met with Jesper stifling a laugh and Kaz’s silent uncomfortability.

“How long, boss?” Jesper asked with sincere concern, stepping closer to the desk and knocking against it with a knuckle.

“What?” Kaz asked, confusion written across every scar, every wrinkle, every bruise and every pore of his face.

“How long have you loved Y/N? It stopped being practice for you and you sabotaged it because it was clouding your judgement and making you inefficient on jobs. That’s why you stopped asking for them on jobs, and that’s why you would get their cut, Brekker,” Nina explained, locking arms with Jesper and holding her pretty head high.

The possibility of Kaz Brekker returning your feelings and sabotaging himself sounded utterly absurd. Surely somebody like Kaz would embrace love, would burn the world down if it so much as harmed the person he loved. Kaz was fearless, he would never be afraid of being seen with the person he loved, surely. Right? Inej placed a ghosting hand on your back, her beautiful bronze skin cast in a warm glow and you stared at her, seeking counsel in her impossibly dark irises.

“What do I do?” You whispered to Suli girl.

#kaz brekker x you #kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker x y/n #kaz brekker #six of crows #shadow and bone netflix #shadow and bone #grishaverse

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spideysbruh · 3 months

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I Got You

request- hiiii! you take tchalamet requests right? I got one for yaaaa how abt timothee and y/n are at a red carpet event for Wonka and y/n gets super overstimulated as this is her first premiere with all the cameras and flashes and people yelling and asking her soo many questions and so she panics so she runs off and timothee follows her and helps her calm down…? and timothee and y/n have a platonic, best friend relationship?

a/n- I haven't written in a while, so I hope you like this !!!

"I'm so glad that you said yes to being my date, y/n! We're gonna have so much fun." Timothée said as he sat with you in the back of his limo. You smiled and pinched his cheek before getting your phone out to take a selfie with him, hoping it'll help ease your nerves.

You're heading to the premiere of Wonka, you wanted to support him as you were best friends, but truthfully, you were pretty scared. This was your first one of these events this size, you had no idea what to expect.

You tried to not let it show, you were always overthinking anyways, what's the worst that could happen? You trip and fall in front of your celebrity crush??

Oh god. What if that DID happen?!?!!

"Say cheese!" You giggled and snapped the picture as he grinned at the camera with you, "I'm posting that one!"

Timothée put his hand on yours and squeezed it lightly, comforting you a bit, "I promise I won't leave your side, Y/n. Unless you ask me to." He said softly, you scoffed.

"I don't plan on asking that, Timmy." You replied quickly, he could always see right through you.

He laughed, "Good, 'cause I won't. You know I'm always here for you, Y/n/n." He said, he smiled at you and pushed a strand of your hair behind your ear. You smiled and laid your head on his shoulder.

Once you stepped out of the car and Timmy came out right behind you, the flashes from the camera basically blinded you. Your heart started racing as the photographers yelled things to your best friend.

Thankfully, Timothée noticed and grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers. People already knew who you were, just Timothée Chalamets long-time best friend who he is always seen with and speaks so fondly of all the time.

"Do you want to go on the carpet with me?" He asked as you were let inside.

You shrugged, "I dunno, will they even take pictures if I'm there?" You half-joked, he chuckled and shook his head.

"Of course they will, look how beautiful you are." He said, squeezing your hand. You smiled and shrugged.

"Alright, I guess so." You answered, making him grin and pull the both of you into the line for the red carpet.

You peered ahead and saw how the people currently on the carpet were blinded by what seemed like hundreds of flashes from every single direction. They were yelling sk many different things, you already felt the overstimulation at that. You can't do this.

"Okay, let's go y/n." Timothee said as he started walking onto the carpet, your hand still interlocked with his. You slowly walked behind him, and as soon as you both made it on, the flashes and yelling immediately intensified once Timmy was in his red carpet mode and you were trying to look normal enough for cameras.

"HEY TIMOTHÉE WHO DO YOU HAVE THERE NEXT TO YOU?!"

"TIMOTHÉE LOOK LEFT"

"TIMOTHÉE LOOK RIGHT"

"TIMOTHÉES FRIEND LOOK HERE"

Where is "here"???

You smiled for the cameras even though you felt nothing but butterflies in your tummy. You've never felt so uncomfortable and nauseous in your life.

Timothées hand moved out of yours to rest on your lower back as he moved you both further down the carpet.

"TIMOTHÉE AND HIS FRIEND OVER HERE OVER HERE, WHAT ARE YOU WEARING"

All the noises jumbled together as you looked down at your shoes, trying to keep your attention on just one thing. But the yelling mixed with Timothée trying to whisper words of encouragement to you along with the harsh lights flashing at you was all just too much.

"No, I cant." You mumbled and shook your head, alarming Timothée. His head shot to look at you, but you were already almost off the carpet, your shaky hands blocking your eyes from the incessant flashes.

He quickly rushed after you and once you were both off the carpet he lightly grabbed your hand again, "Y/n, are you okay? I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have made you do this. I'm so fucking stupid-"

"Please Timmy, just- just..." You gave up and slowly slid down the wall, covering your face with your hands. You tried to control your breathing, but it was getting hard. It felt like your heart was beating out of your chest.

Many people could still see you, which didn't help your nerves, but at least you were... semi-secluded.

Timothée kneeled down in front of you, putting his hands on your shoulders and resting his head against yours. He started a slow breathing pattern and looked into your eyes to help guide you, "After me." He said simply, and you followed along. "In... and out."

You were so overwhelmed with emotions while doing this, a few tears slipped out of your eyes. You shut them tightly out of embarrassment. Look at you, crying over this. You felt stupid.

But Timmy would never make you feel bad for your feelings, he's always supported you and never made you feel stupid. Ever. He really is the best.

"I got you, y/n/n. I got you, babe." He softly said, his hands now moving to either side of your face. He gently held your head and nudged his nose against yours, something he did every time you felt this way. It always made you giggle.

Always.

You smiled and a giggle followed, making him chuckle, "You're alright." He said, "Whenever you're ready to get up, I got you." He said quietly, he turned his head to look at the photographers and celebrities that they were just by.

Only a few photographers cameras were pointed in your direction, which you're grateful for. You sighed and wiped your eyes, "God, I feel so stupid. You do this all the time and the one time I do, I have a panic attack." You looked at him, "I'm sorry, Timmy. This is your day, I-"

"My first carpet, I went to the bathroom and hyperventilated for like... five minutes. Didn't I ever tell you that?" He said, tracing lines along the palm of your hand.

You scoffed, "Don't lie to make me feel better, Timmy."

He shook his head, "When have I ever lied to you?" You didn't respond and he smirked, "It's nerve-wracking, it's scary, and it's definitely overwhelming. I'm sorry I made you do it." He finished and now it was your turn to shake your head.

"You didn't make me do shit, I'm perfectly capable of saying no to things, as you're fully aware." You threw a joke in to lighten the mood, "Don't apologize, Timmy. It's not your fault." You reassured him, running your hand along the side of his face. He smiled and cleared his throat.

"I love you, y/n. I got you, always."

You smiled, "I love you too, Timothée. Thank you. Now help me up." You said, making him laugh but stand and reach his hand down to take yours. "I look alright?"

"Eh." He teased, making you nudge his shoulder. He turned you to face him and ran his thumbs under your eyes, wiping your stray tears away. He then fixed your hair before giving you a grin. "Beautiful."

"You too." You giggled.

He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, "You ready?" You nodded.

#timothee chalamet #timothee chalamet fanfiction #timothee chalamet imagine #timothee chalamet x reader #timothee imagine #timothee x reader #timothée chalamet #timothee chalamet au #timothee chalamet x you #timothée chalamet imagine #timothée chalamet x reader

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blayresmuses · 2 years

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entertainment purposes only

summary: daemon thinks training you will be fun until you start telling him things he doesn’t want to hear.

warnings: mutual pining? kind of

He found you truly precious.

Sweat soaked hair stuck to your blushed cheeks and Daemon could swear he heard you growl as you pulled yourself up, such fire dancing in your eyes that he couldn’t help but grin in pure amusement. That was all he was doing this for, not to please you but to entertain himself, he made sure to remind himself of that as you straightened up and scowled at him, the look sending some strange sort of delight through him.

“You said you’d take it easy on me,” you gritted out as you tried to ignore the aches and pains you’d incurred during the short training exercise. You could feel the sweat dripping from you, could only imagine how filthy you must look but Daemon looked pristine, not one lock of his hair out of place. This miserable fact had your blunted sword aiming for his legs, which he easily sidestepped around and countered with a hard stroke of his own.

‘Lazy’ Daemon sighed in disapproval, although his lips were upturned at the corners, his amusement clear from his tone. ‘And what would the use in that be? They would hardly take it easy on you in a real fight Y/N.” As if to punctuate his point he swung his sword faster, harder until blocking was all you could do.

‘I doubt I’d ever be in a real fight’ you countered as you hastily took a few steps backwards out of his firing line. He stalked after you and the predatory look in Daemons eyes sent a jolt of pleasure down your spine. ‘You’re always there aren’t you, following me around like a lost puppy, I’m sure you’d have enough honour to save a maiden in distress wouldn’t you Daemon?”

Your change in tactics did stop him momentarily, the words sinking in until a vexed, angry snarl slid forth from his mouth and before you knew it your arm was ringing from blocking another of his rough attempts to beat you. Quickly before you lost your advantage you twirled around, coming to face his back with your sword outstretched in defence.

The comment was irritating, designed purely to get under his skin he knew. He held no grand affection for you he reassured himself as he turned to face you, of course not. Although he could never explain to himself why he desired your presence so much, why he simply couldn’t stay away.

‘Did that hit a nerve?’ you wondered aloud, hoping the soothing note you put into your voice lulled him into a false sense of security. You took a small step forward to which he reacted with another shot but it was halfhearted, lazy. ‘Why is that Daemon? Am I your only friend?’

He smirked but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. Daemons heart raced as you stood in front of him, brazen as if it were you who belonged to the royal family and not him. There was mud smeared just below your lip and he resisted wiping it off and could only try to shake off the ideas it gave him of what your lips would feel like. The squires clothing you’d stolen hung off you, you were dirty and out of breath and you still managed to make him lost for words, it frustrated him to no end.

So he reacted the only way he knew how, before you could take another breath his sword struck yours once, twice. Blindly you stepped back but he went high distracting you before bringing the metal down to tangle between your ankles. You fell backwards, the ladylike grace that had been instilled in you for so long nowhere to be seen. The air was knocked from your lungs as you fell onto your back, Daemon leaned over you, arrogance dripping from the look of distaste he threw at you. You couldn’t tell if you loved it or hated it, if you loathed or wanted to bask in the attention. “I don’t have friends Y/N.’

He left you there in the mud and you could only listen to the sound of his footsteps as he walked away. Although you were the one on the ground, the feeling of victory swept over you knowing you’d managed to get under his skin.

#daemon targaryen #daemon targaryen x reader #house of the dragon fic

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wintaerbaer · 3 months

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icebreaker (jhs)

summary: When you get stuck in a walk-in freezer with your work nemesis, he has a rather...unconventional idea to ensure the two of you get through it without being frostbitten.

pairing: Hoseok x Reader

rating: generally sfw (mentions of ass and boobs though)

genre: enemies to ??

word count: 1.3k

prompt: Hobi + "Would you for once stop being a bitch!" + close quarters trope (for @animeniacss! <3)

MASTERLIST

The metal of the door is painfully cold against your fingers where you scramble at it, desperately trying to force it open.

It should be unsurprising–given that you’re literally in a walk-in freezer–but the panic setting in at the prospect of being trapped in here (and with him no less) is absolutely scrambling your brain.

No, no, no, no. This cannot be happening.

“It’s stuck?” Even the mere sound of his voice makes your blood boil on cue. If he keeps it up, you could probably survive in here indefinitely.

“Nooooo.” You draw it out as sarcastically as you can, pairing it with a dramatic eye roll for maximum snark. “I’m keeping us here for fun. Because there is nothing I would rather do than be locked in a freezer with your stupid ass.”

Hoseok levels an annoyed look your way but doesn’t respond, sidling up to try the door himself. It doesn’t budge even a hair, and he pulls back with a shake of his hands, trying to circulate heat back into them. “Shit.”

This being a shit situation might be the first thing you’ve ever agreed on. Ever since you both started working at the restaurant a year ago, you as a waitress and he as a bartender, you’ve been at odds–trading verbal jabs, dirty looks, and loathing the times when, like now, you either open or close together.

Honestly, you don’t even remember what started it at this point.

Your breath comes out in a thick cloud, fogging the space between you. “When is Namjoon coming in?”

“I don’t know.” He rubs at his arms; the thin, black cotton of his button down is likely doing close to nothing as far as warmth goes. “Maybe fifteen minutes?”

“How long does it take for frostbite to set in?”

“Why the fuck would I know that?!”

The annoyed expression he aims at you is downright lethal, and you find yourself jumping on the defensive. “That big, dumb brain of yours has to be good for something, right?”

His eyelids drop, disappointment painting his face more than anything. “Wow. Good one.” But somewhere in his posture, you think you might see…

Hurt?

No. No chance.

He whips out his phone, holding it up towards the ceiling as he peers at the screen. “I don’t have any service, do you?”

A tiny “x” sits in the corner of your phone where there should be bars. “Nothing.”

The vapor of his own breath billows between you as he turns, inspecting the confines of the freezer. “Do you think there’s a hole or something you could squeeze through?”

“What?! Why me?!”

“Because it’s your fault we’re in here!” he exclaims, raising the pitch of his voice in a poor, hyperbolic imitation of yours. “Waaahhhh, Hoseok, I can’t reach the bins on the top shelves because I’m short!”

“I am not squeezing through a hole,” you sneer. “You’re just looking to get a nice view of my ass.”

He laughs, but the tips of his ears go pink, too quickly to be from the cold. “You wish.”

With no other options for escape, you try the door again, bracing your shoulder against it and leveraging all of your weight. Hoseok quickly joins in, pressing both of his hands at the space next to you, biceps bulging.

The two of you fall back with a huff when the door continues to refuse any kind of movement. You shiver, curling your arms around yourself as he frowns.

“What do we do now?” you ask.

He sighs. Runs a hand through his dark hair. “I guess we have to wait it out.”

“We’re going to fucking freeze.”

“I…” He falters, gazing at you with nervous eyes. “I saw this thing one time. Tips on staying warm in subzero temperatures…”

His eyes fall to the floor, and you snap your fingers at his hesitation. “And?”

He gulps, shifting on his feet. “Skin-to-skin contact.”

“No!” you shout. “No, no, no, no. Now you’re just trying to get my clothes off.”

A toss of his hands as he groans in exasperation. “Would you for once stop being a bitch?!”

You feel yourself flush at his use of the word, hot rage climbing up the threads of your veins. If you had a dime for every time you’ve taken a verbal shot at each other, you’d actually be able to afford to see your favorite band in concert. But never, until now, has he dared to call you a bitch.

“Look, I know it must be hard having to go through every minute of your life with an entire tree up your ass,” you snap, “but that doesn’t give you the right to call me a bitch, asshole.”

He flinches, the movement rippling its way through his body like he’s resetting–teeth clenching and joints stiffening before he sheepishly rests his hand on the back of his neck.

“Look, I’m…sorry. Okay? You’re right. That was out of line.”

Suddenly, you’re not frozen because of the literal freezer you’re standing in, but because you never thought you’d hear those words leave his mouth.

He’s sorry?

“I know we got off on the wrong foot and that you hate me, but I am truly just trying to look out for both of us here.” He nods his chin at you, a hint of cavalier mirth slipping back into his expression. “That being said, I need you to take off your shirt.”

You’re still incredibly suspicious, but his apology has taken you off-guard. Could it be that you’ve partially misjudged him this whole time?

Could there really be a scrap of a heart somewhere underneath all that ego and contempt?

You suck your teeth, accepting the inevitable as the chill begins to work itself deeper into your bones.

“You first.”

Hoseok chews on his lip, looking unsure of his plan now himself. But then he’s reaching for his collar, winding his fingers in a downward line to undo each button of his shirt until his torso is bared to you, goosebumps erupting over his skin.

“Fuck, it’s cold,” he gasps. “Okay, now you.”

You grit your teeth against the chill and the fact that you’re really doing this, raising your hands to undo the top button, then the second and the third and then–

A woosh and a cough.

You whirl around to find Namjoon standing in the doorway, looking utterly disgusted.

“In the freezer? Really?” He clicks his tongue at you, shaking his head in disappointment. “You know, we keep food in here.”

A horrified gasp leaves your mouth as both you and Hoseok hurriedly button your shirts back up. “It’s not what it looks like! We were–”

“I know what you were doing,” he scoffs. “Do us all a favor and save it for outside work hours, okay? Now get back out here. I need help checking our liquor stock.”

And then he spins on his heel and leaves.

You rush to catch the door before it closes, Hoseok only a step behind. The warmth of the restaurant envelops you like the toastiest blanket, and the two of you stand there for a moment rubbing the heat back into your skin. It’s such a relief that you don’t even feel entirely horrified over Namjoon thinking that you and Hoseok are sleeping together.

And speaking of Hoseok–

“Well,” he says with a clearing of his throat.

“Well.”

“That was fun.”

“Not in the slightest,” you reply. “Though I can’t believe I got you to say sorry.”

He winks. “That was just to get your shirt off.” You stand there, frozen, as he strides off down the hallway, spinning back towards you at the last second.

“Nice boobs by the way.”

a/n: as always, please consider liking, reblogging, replying, and/or dropping an ask if you enjoyed! :)

#bts x reader #bts x you #bts imagines #bts fic #bts fanfic #hoseok x reader #hoseok x you #hoseok fic #hoseok fanfic #hoseok imagines

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crow-stars · 4 months

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❝LET'S GO ICE SKATING❞

❦summary; ice skating can be such a fun time, though that may depend on whether you're new to the rink or have a bit of experience under your belt. ♪the characters in this story; diasomnia, malleus draconia, lilia vanrouge, sebek zigvolt, silver, gn!reader ✎word count; ~1,127 words ❀what do the ghosts say?; ambiguous, school trip to an ice skating rink, falling chatacters, first times on ice, mentions of climates in respective twst characters homeland, fun times ☛the author's notes; nothing to note... ☪look at the catalogue?

❛MALLEUS DRACONIA❜

❀ Malleus has probably never seen snow

❀ He’s probably read about wintertime and all the other activities that come with the season

❀ So when he’s invited (he had to get over the excitement of being invited ) to ice skating, Malleus is as curious as ever to see what ice skating is all about

❀ Malleus can get on the ice

❀ The answer is, can he move on the ice?

❀ Well...

❀ He tried to. Malleus really, really tried to ice skate

❀ And he got onto the ice too, with some help from you hopefully.

❀ He did spend a bit watching others get onto the ice, just to see how they did it

❀ So, when Malleus decides to take that first step to try and move along the ice, he’s surprised when he falls backwards and slams into the ground with a loud thump

❀ It’s honestly a bit of a shock, especially when Malleus doesn’t immediately get up

❀ Sebek is panicking and worrying if his master is alright and Lilia is check first, laugh later (but he’s certainly trying to hold back his laughter)

❀ Malleus is alright, if you could call the absolutely flabbergasted look on his face okay

❀ Malleus isn’t... happy about this. Not at all. And he’s pouting now, glaring at the sky

❀ “Why did I fall?” “You might’ve been leaning too far back.” “But why would that matter?” “Balancing.” “Oh :(”

❀ Malleus is obviously not happy with how events have transpired and also upset that he fell straight on his back

❀ Despite that, he really, really wants learn how to ice skate and the determination is there. So much so, that Malleus refuses to leave until he can skate along the ice properly

❀ And when he does, Malleus is insistent on holding your hand as he, shakily, skates round the rink “like I had read once in a book”

❛LILIA VANROUGE❜

❀ Please, please, make him put the skates on

❀ Lilia can definitely ice skate, I have no doubt about it

❀ But... the only problem is that he refuses to put ice skates on despite the risk of being cut.

❀ And the whole time Lilia is laughing and smiling about how it’ll be fine!

❀ Lilia, you keep almost getting your foot sliced open by another student’s skates

❀ Despite that, Lilia is still laughing and smiling about how much fun he’s having and how it’s been a while since he’s gone ice skating

❀ Watch out or he’ll still those old man stories while in the middle of the ice rink

❀ Where he should not be LILIA PEOPLE ARE SKATING LILIA

❀ Anyways

❀ Lilia would be more than happy to be able to teach you and anyone who asks how to ice skate

❀ Granted you can get past his advice that isn’t really advice (poor Sebek)

❀ Lilia can be a good teacher though

❀ He doesn’t do anything too grandiose, perhaps skating around backwards if he feels like it’ll be fun

❀ And, contrary to other student’s beliefs, he actually doesn’t bump into other students. Lilia’s pretty aware of his body and where everything is

❀ Could you imagine Lilia doing ice skating with his longer hair? Ehehe

❀ He’d definitely be a bit of a teasing person, perhaps skating by to poke and tickle at your sides

❀ How smooth would it be if Lilia just decides to sweep by and suddenly pick you up

❀ Lilia definitely wouldn’t mind going ice skating again, especially if he gets to go somewhere that allows him much more space

❛SILVER❜

❀ Safety hazard

❀ For both himself and everyone else around him, take him off the ice

❀ Silver has probably gone skating before. I’d like to think that Lilia took the effort to try and teach Silver how to ice skate

❀ Though, with his sleeping spells, it can get a bit risky and dangerous is he’s around others

❀ Silver definitely likes doing ice skating, but doesn’t want the trouble or risks that come with it

❀ He was quite fine with just watching by the sidelines and doing something else, like playing around in the snow or drinking some hot chocolate

❀ But no, this year, Silver will be able to ice skate

❀ Whether he likes it or not, you and Lilia will be dragging Silver onto the ice rink

❀ And he’s worried about falling asleep on the ice, but fear not! Lilia has an idea

❀ And that idea is to have one of you (read: only you) as Silver’s support!

❀ Even if Silver insists otherwise, Lilia insists that Silver should be able to have fun along with everyone else

❀ And so, even with Silver’s reservations, he begins skating around, though at a slower pace

❀ Encourage him to be faster, you’ll be there right behind him

❀ Now, Silver does fall asleep a couple times and has to be carted off to the side, but a quick lay in the snow should wake him up (Lilia did that he thought it would be funny)

❀ And while Silver does feel a bit bad about interrupting your time ice skating, assure him that there’s nothing wrong

❀ Eventually, thankfully, Silver does begin to enjoy himself, skating around the rink with graceful ease, a light smile curled on his lips

❀ Silver definitely enjoyed his day

❀ Though, perhaps a day inside with some hot cocoa would be better suited

❛SEBEK ZIGVOLT❜

❀ Sebek has never gone ice skating before

❀ And oh lord is he bad at it

❀ The first time Sebek got onto the ice, his legs immediately went cross leg and he almost slipped if not for grabbing onto someone nearby

❀ Of course, he immediately apologizes, cheeks red with blush

❀ Now Sebek’s embarrassed, voice raising as he asks why in the Seven this wasn’t as easy as he thought it out to be!

❀ It looked so simple, why must it be so complicated?!

❀ Sebek will be sure to voice his frustrations, grumbling and bemoaning about the difficulty of ice skating

❀ Ace asks him why he doesn’t just got off the ice if he hates it so much

❀ No. Sebek refuses to get off the ice

❀ Sebek refuses to get off the ice until he’s mastered ice skating

❀ Ace thinks it’s absolutely stupid and Deuce is being encouraging at least

❀ And so begins a whole day of Sebek tripping over his feet

❀ He trips, he falls, he stumbles, and he’s sure to have a couple bruises on his body by day’s end.

❀ Yet Sebek refuses to stop until he’s mastered ice skating

❀ The first time he managed to get more than two feet without falling, he made his celebration quite clear.

❀ And it’s the most adorable thing ever seeing Sebek’s eyes light up with absolute joy at his success

❀ Any opportunity after Sebek will want to improve on his ice skating

❀ So invite him out to ice skating again, Sebek won’t turn the opportunity down

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stayyyyyyyyyyyy21 · 9 days

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RICH KIDS OF SK ( HYUNJIN X READER (Y/N) X BANG CHAN)

THE HWANG ART GALA

reader : part one part two, PART FOUR

TAGS: LOVE TRIANGLE, ANGST, BREAKUP, BETRAYAL

As Y/N dashed through the corridors of the college building, her heart pounding in her chest, she couldn't help but curse the chaotic night that had led to this mad rush. Wooyoung, I.N, and she had indulged in a bit too much alcohol and ended up bleaching their hair and wreaking havoc on Wooyoung's belongings. It took Felix's midnight rescue mission to restore some semblance of order, and by the time they settled down, the sun was already peering through the windows. After that they thought it will be fun to make tanghulu and make mukbang videos, and it was 8am by the time they were done.

So there she was, sprinting to class, desperately hoping to avoid any awkward encounters with Yeji and Hyunjin As she glanced back, she caught sight of another latecomer, a guy with curly hair and boba eyes, looking equally harried but undeniably attractive in his all-black ensemble.

Their eyes met, and without a word, he fell into step beside her. "Room 203?" he asked, his voice slightly breathless.

"Yeah," Y/N confirmed, relieved to have some company in her tardiness. "Let's stick together and minimize the scolding."

"By the way, I'm Bang Chan," he offered with a charming smile.

"Hey, I'm Seo Y/N," she replied, returning the smile as they found seats at the back of the room, accompanied by Bang Chan's friend Seungmin.

As they settled in, Y/N couldn't shake the feeling of Hyunjin's curious gaze from the middle row. What was that weird look about? She pondered, silently hoping that their morning wouldn't get any more eventful than it already had been. but a notification poped on her phone.

Teacher: "I think everyone understood what I am saying."

Y/N looked up as Seungmin cleared his throat, "Since you were not listening, you, me, and Bang Chan are partners for the first internal."

Y/N replied, "Oh, sorry, I had an emergency. Can you please give me a gist?"

Seungmin rolled his eyes, "We have to work together throughout the semester, basically work on a fake company and pitch ideas and all. You will get a mail today."

Seungmin added, "By the way, my name is Kim Seungmin."

Y/N replied, "My name is Seo Y/N."

Seungmin asked, "Are you Changbin's sister?"

Y/N confirmed, "Oh, yes."

Bang Chan chimed in, "You're Bin's sister?"

Seungmin teased, "Well, she has the same surname and dumb look on her face."

Y/N smiled, realizing what Seungmin implied, "Hey, I don't look dumb like Bin. But how do you guys know him?"

Bang Chan explained, "Oh, I met him through night music school."

Y/N puzzled, "Music school?"

Before she could ask anything, Hyunjin cleared his throat, and all three of them looked at him. He was with Yeji, holding hands.

Hyunjin semi-hugged Y/N, "I saved you a seat, you know. Now we both won't be on the same project, very good."

Y/N thought, "How can he be so normal?"

Y/N replied, "Haha, it's fine."

Hyunjin gave Bang Chan and Seungmin a look and asked Y/N in a hushed tone, "Are you fine with doing your project with them? I mean, it has 70 percent of your grade."

Seungmin jumped in, "You know we can hear you, Prince?" (He called him prince in a mocking way)

Y/N retorted, "Hey, Hyunjin, don't be rude. Besides, yes, they are Changbin's friends."

Hyunjin brushed it off, "Whatever," after giving Seungmin one last dirty look and continued, "Can't wait for today's after-party. It's been like so long since we last talked. Also, I need to talk to you. Do you want to ride with me and Yeji?"

Y/N immediately replied, "Oh, no, I am gonna stay back and talk with them about the project."

Hyunjin said, "Okay, see you later," and Yeji smiled at Y/N.

Y/N banged her head on the desk after Hyunjin left. Seungmin quipped, "If I was you, I would have the same reaction."

Y/N gave him a confused look, and Seungmin added, "I use Twitter too."

Y/N hid her face, groaning, "Ugh, this is so embarrassing. I want to die."

Bang Chan looked confused, "How do you know what is happening to her?"

Seungmin smirked, "I keep up with gossip sites."

Seungmin suggested, "Since we are working together, let's exchange our numbers." Later, all three of them exchanged numbers and had a decent conversation. Y/N found Seungmin extremely funny, especially when he was teasing Bang Chan about being old.

As they were laughing, Bang Chan removed his mask to take a sip of coffee, and Y/N swear the whole world stopped. He had dimples and very cute boba eyes, his eyes were so pretty you could see the innocence in them. He had perfect hair paired with perfect curly hair.

Seungmin joked, "Hey, earth to Y/N!" snapping her back to reality. Bang Chan looked at her in a concerning way, "Are you okay? You zoned out."

Y/N stuttered, "Oh yeah, by the way, what is the time?"

Seungmin checked his watch, "4:30."

Y/N exclaimed, "Shit, I am getting late! Guys, it was so nice talking to you. See you later!" and ran.

Bang Chan and Seungmin looked at each other, and Bang Chan asked, "So what happened to her?"

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incorrectmarvelquotesss · 7 months

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— flufftober (day 2) —

Warnings: fluff, alcohol consumption, some sexual content

Prompt: “You’ve told your parents?” (alt2)

Pairing: College!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: ~900

@flufftober

The beat of the music dropped, everyone going quiet with it before jumping in the air and yelling as the guitars and drums went on again. Drinks sloshed in their cups, some dripping onto the shoes of young adults who couldn’t bring themselves to care yet. They would complain about the stains littering their clothes, the headache that made their head spin, and muscles that burned in the morning.

For now they were trying to forget it all.

They wanted to party before midterm break was over and they would have to bury their noses back into their textbooks with caffeine stored beside them. Before the professors started droning on about a class that some of the students were forced to take and had no interest being in, but their grades were being accounted for. Even some of the highest ranking students were there, some keeping to their known groups while some let loose and ventured further to talk to new people.

Bucky looked down and sighed, turning to lean against the wall with his shoulder. He swirled his glass and took a quick sip of the cheap liquor inside.

Maybe a year ago he would have been drunk beyond measure, ready to have some reckless fun. Maybe he would have already been adding new numbers to his phone, giggling girls hanging off of his arms and him trying his best to seem interested. He might have been letting some random girl he couldn’t remember the name of grind on him.

But now his gaze was focused on you, standing beside him with a gentle grin on your face as you talked with exaggerated hand movements. Your eyes lit up when Bucky smiled softly—Steve was probably somewhere in the crowd telling Sam that he was making heart eyes at you. His eyes dropped to your lips for a second, just to see your pink lipstick still smudged from when he had kissed you in the kitchen while grabbing a snack.

His chest swelled with warmth and something close to pride, seeing the remnants of his sneaking around with you. He shifted his weight, eyes still on you, as he realized he should be listening to you. It wasn’t his fault that he was so hopelessly in love with you that he got distracted every time you were near.

“… don’t know if I should go home for the holidays. They expect you to be there, but I’m pretty sure you—”

“You’ve told your parents?” Bucky blurted out, looking at you with wide eyes. “About me?” His heart was beating faster with every second that passed, pounding against his ribs as if it was trying to jump out into your hands.

You laughed nervously, tucking a strand of loose hair behind your ear and then intertwining your hands together. You averted your eyes from him for the first time this evening, watching a couple sneak into one of the rooms, which happened to be Sam’s bedroom. Bucky thought it served him right for hosting this stupid party at the apartment they shared.

“I mean, yeah. Is that weird?” Your eyes trailed back to him slowly, nodding your head to answer his question. You lifted a shoulder to your ear, dropping it a moment later along with your smile. You looked at loss for words and Bucky wasn’t doing much better.

His ears were thumping with blood, cheeks scorching hot and his lips left parted with a breathy huff. He was spinning without moving from his spot, the room seemingly deciding to do cartwheels. When you seemed to dim and looked around as if searching for an escape, Bucky snapped into action. His lips spread into a wide smile, dimples and crinkles and all.

“Hey, honey, listen to me, ‘kay?” Bucky started, reaching out to you with his soothing voice and gentle hands. His hands cupped your face and held you to look at him. “It’s not weird. I was just surprised is all.”

“Why?” You looked dumbfounded, confused as his calloused hands and fingers from batting without gloves swiped across your skin. You were so soft and warm, making his heart ache sometimes with your beauty.

“‘Cause—‘Cause I—I didn’t know how much I meant to you, Y/N,” Bucky started, licking his lips when he saw your gaze soften in understanding. “I thought you might—I ain’t the best man in this room. I don’t have the best reputation with relationships, y’know?”

His Brooklyn drawl had started to become more apparent with his nerves. You merely smiled sadly at him, turning your head so you could place three delicate kisses on his palm. It was gesture he knew so well with how much you did it to show your love. You never said it out loud—neither of you did—because you both just knew.

“But you’re here with me, right?” You smiled up at him, more easy and bright. He nodded quickly and waited for you to speak again. But, instead of talking, you went up on your toes and kissed his lips, waiting for his hands to drop to your waist before locking your arms around his neck.

“I love you, James Bucky Barnes,” you murmured against his lips, only for his ears to hear. His heart stuttered at the proclamation, an adoring sigh escaping his lips as he exhaled.

“I love you too,” he whispered, ready to prove it to you over and over again.

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v-anrouge · 10 months

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IM SO SICK OF ROOK HUNT AND HIS CUTE FUCKIMG ANNOYING SELF LIKE WHY IS HE LIKE THAT WHAT MADE HIM START ACTING LIKE THIS HES SK FUCKING SILLY SO TIEPNIST AND OOOKIE IT MAKES ME SICK!!!!🤬🤬🤬

LOOK AT HIS SILLY ASS ASHE GETS HIS HAIR DRIED LIKE FUCK ARE YOU SO HAPPY FOR HUH?????!?!!! WHY ARE TOU SMILING SND GIGGLING LIKE THAT HUH GOOFY AS FUCK

WHO DOES HE THINK HE IS TO GO OUT LOOKING THIS CUTE APPRECIATING EVERY SMALL LITTLE THING ABOU LIFE HIS SWEET LITTLE SMILE AND HIS BEAUTIFUL WARM LAUFH MAKES ME WAN TTO KISS HIM AND MAKE HIM HAPPY AND GIVE HIM ALL THE LOVE IN THE WORLD I HATE IT HERE ANS LOKK AT HIM SOMEHOW MAKING HIS UGLY ASS BOB CUT LOOK CUTE AND FIT HIS DISGUSTINGLY PRETTY FACW AND HIS BEAUTIFUL GREEN EYES SO FULL OF LIFE

BUT THE WORST OF ALL OS THIS!!!!! THIS!?!?+?!3!!$$!!$! THIS FUCKIMG BITB ACTING ALL SHOCKED AND 🙀🙀🙀🙀 OVER A FUVCKEB SWEET POTETO AS IF IT WAS THE BEST THMG HES EVER EATEN IN HIS KIFE I HATE HIM SO MUHC I HATE HOW ADORABLE BE LOOKD WHEM HES GENEHINELY SURPRISED AND AMAZED I HATE THE LTOTLE SPARKLES I HATE HOW MUCH HIS EYES ARE SHINING I HATE HIS CUTE LITTLE MOUTH I HATE EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS MAN

aND AGAIN THIS MAN ACTING ALL SHOCKED AMD SHIT AND TO MAKE THINGS WORST THIS TOME HE HAS A SEXONR VERSION OF HIMSELF THATS A FUCKING BEAN ANS RHAT IS SKNEHOW EVEN CUTER OT PISSES ME OFF FR BWCAJ THEY ARE SO WHOLESOME TOGETHER WALKINF AAROUND CAUSING CHAOS ENJOYING LIFE AND PRAISING PEOPLE LOOK AT GIS MAN SHOWINF HIS LITTKE TSIMTSUM A POCTURE LF VIL ANS THE TSUM LOKKI G ALL IN LOVE AND AHIT LOLE 🤬🤬🤬I HATE FRWNCH PEOPLE

AND THIS FUCKING ECEBT I HATE JT SO MUCH I HATE HIS CLOTHES I GATE HOW MUCB IT FITS HOM AMD HOW ADORABLE HE LOOKS JN THEM I HATE HOW LITTKE MAKEUP HES LOKING K HATE HIS CUTW LITLTE SMKLE I HATE THE FCAT TBAG HE LOKKS LIKE HE'S GENUINELY HAVIN GSO MUCH FUN I HATE HIM SO MUCH I HOPE HE SLIPS DROM THAG BOAT AND GET EATEN BY A SHARK

ADNT THIS...THIS GOTTA BE ONE OF THE THINGS I HATE THE KOST I HATE HOW DRAMATIC HE IS AFTWR WATING HIS FACORITE FOOD I HATE HOW APPRECIATUVE OF BIS DORMMATES GARD WORK HE KS I HATE HOW HAPPY HE KS TO BE CELEBRATED LIKE BTICH IS ACTING THIS GAPPY PVER FUCKING LICER PATE LIVER DOESN'T EVEN TASTE GOOD I GATE HOW PTETY HE LOOKS I THE BDAY SUIT AND HOW PRETTY HIS HAIR KS FUCK YOU

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nightswithkookmin · 6 months

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Never a dull moment in this fandom

@chikooritajjk

Do you see how petty industry players are?????

It's been how long since JK made those comments under Polyc?????

Now imagine if any girl or boy felt slighted in the least by these boys🤣

Mijoo tried to ruin lives and she wasn't even in the picture🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Now- imagine if Jungkook was pulling Vmin side by side😳

WORLD WAR ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE 😭😭😭😭😭

Jimin look like he'd post v's unwashed briefs with ass juice streaks in the bottom🤧

V will definitely post videos of Jimin with uneven facial hair while he farts in his sleep 🥲

I feel bad for this tattoo artist.

Any hate he gets is unwarranted and uncalled for- no one knows what happened ya know. But I can understand his plight.

Artists depend on reviews for the survival of their business. And it's not like people get tattoos every single day. Especially for a conservative place like SK.

One bad review can be really bad for business.

Not to mention all these people who'd make fun of him cos he lost BTS's business.

From one artist to another, I feel his pain.

At least they could have gone to him for their friendship tattoos too 😔

He tagged the post betrayal and misspelled Jungkook

That's a whole other level of petty 🤣 😂

No but why even tag JK he wasn't in the post sir😭🤣

Now, jikook yalls wrong for this😭😭😭🤣🤣🤣🤣

Not nice, my gays. Not very slay of yall

We still love you though 😘

Sorry Ahjassi😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Must hurt like a bitch😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

I'll let you tattoo Jimin on my left tittie and call it even 🥴🥴🥴🥴

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thatonegayship · 9 months

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This probably feels weird to ask

But I love how you draw dipper in general and your art in particular! Is it possible you could do a little tutorial on how your process goes?

If you don’t want to, I understand completely. I felt really hesitant asking this lol. Anyways, love your art!!!

I'm not the *best* at talking technicality, and certainly not about drawing Dipper; I have three distinct styles when dealing with him, that being Billdip Dipper, Canon Dipper, and AU Dipper, all of whom have entirely different purposes both visually and narratively. This results in some pretty inconsistent representations:

That being said! I'm totally cool with going over my process with you! Layout, technique, brainstorming, all that.

Generally speaking, I like to start my digital work on paper. Nothing crazy, just a basic idea that captures the pose, expression, and clothing (these things are destined to change by the end).

Notice the cloud of dirt kicking up at his feet. Look how I position one arm out while the other pulls farther back, and his hair blows from his face. There's a clear emphasis on motion here, both in body language (feet turned against the force) and added attire (Pinetree cloak flowing back, dust cloud at his feet, etc.)

This design is destined to change, but for action scenes like this, it's good to begin with an expressive foundation, so that once we start chipping away at and remolding our concept, we're building off of a design that encapsulates the *scene* we're wanting to convey. That is, no matter how much we shave off, we still have a strong foundation to reference towards and lean into for inspiration.

The next step is transferring our rough sketch into a digital setting.

This is where I tinker with the lasso tool, maybe take reference photos of the exact pose I had in mind. Here, I'm just breaking down my original sketch on a tablet. I readjusted the feet's position, pulled that other arm in to his chest, and straightened his arm out for a more powerful pose.

The next step focuses on pushing the pose and correcting anatomy errors.

Alright, cool! Now he's not just bracing for action, he's *jumping* into it. The back arm's pulled in like a fist, his shoulder bunched up close to his ear. We see how his body's twisted at the torso, chest out, legs stretched, arm extended.

Notice too how I utilize my shapes to empower the pose. Front arm and leg, extended. Lots of straight lines. It *curves* because of muscle and fat, but outside of that, they're pointed in a distinct direction. Contrastly, his right side curves at the hip and follows subtly up to his chest. This helps emphasize his lean into whatever he's attacking, sort of like a bow.

Now we've added details! You'll notice I've changed a lot of my initial design from my rough-sketch to fit more into the style and personality of Dipper in this setting. Since he's, you know, a "Pinetree," I figured his clothing should reflect it. I'm still working in pencil at this point, blocking out the general shapes of what I want, but not really exploring my options.

The cloak follows a slight gust, his hair flows back, the mushrooms on his shoulder lean out from the action, but these are still only guidelines. Keep it loose! Explore things! Have fun with it!

Next step, Inking. Digital art is *very* forgiving, so I'm a lot less concerned about moving forward without a full idea of my vision. This is usually the step I'm most inspired at because it allows me to go back over my loose sketch and add those minute details that excited me so much. I do not recommend moving forward without full confidence in your initial sketch when using traditional art! YOU WILL CRY!

Clothes: changed. Pose: changed. Details: expanded on.

This is where a bit of knowledge in anatomy is really going to serve you well. Bridging the gap between sketch and ink has always been very difficult for me, and it's due in part to those uncertain, not-quite-right bits I have to build off of from my initial sketch.

It's good to keep your rough draft light and fluid so that they capture the emotion and general pose of your character, but it's also important to keep in mind how you'll have to balance *maintaining* that level of expression while incorporating more realistic aspects of their design.

Take for instance Dipper's left foot that went from being tucked up under his butt, to being in a more braced position- like he's about to land, or skirt to a halt. As a loose sketch, it captures the motion very well. However, incorporating muscle and kneecaps and detailed shoes brings out a lot of the visual flaws. Proportion and angle become a serious issue if you aren't entirely sure how a particular body part would flex/squish/shorten in a particular position. The more realistic you go, the more jarring your mistakes.

This is, of course, not me saying you're forbidden from drawing your characters with a leg under their butt with big, meaty thighs. It's *actually* me letting everyone know that I tried working with the pose, building on it looked weird, and I decided to take a different approach. You are 100% allowed to try something else if your initial plan doesn't work out.

This step is where we adapt and improve. Our digital rough sketch didn't really capture the full power of his motion. His cloak kinda billows out like "Yeah, I'm a cloak, I billow gayly." It's flat, hollow, uninspired. Here, you're looking at photo references of Pinetrees, both real and not-real. You're gonna have to make it look like needles and branches, while *also* being a flowy bit of clothing.

For this, keep in mind how *cloth* moves with a more exaggerated, majestic rough sketch to overlay atop our failure of a branch jacket. Die.

See how despite the spikey pine needles, his cloak follows a distinct pattern? Additionally, this coat works in 3-dimensions. There's an outside and an inside, and it curves like a dome around him. It floats behind him, curves in front of him, lifts up, dips down. Really, it's up to you, but always consider your work on the third plain.

ALSO! Very important: Keep an eye on your line weight! Seriously, this took a long time for me to get a firm grasp of. Not *shading* really, but put a bit more emphasis on those bent spaces with darker lines. See that bold line connecting his thigh to his glutes? And the one behind his knee? DEPTH!! IT ADDS DEPTH!!

And *here* is the final product! This is the shading section, arguably my favorite and least-favorite part about my drawing process. Working in black and white, you don't really have to worry about getting every little shadow on your character. Just shade what needs emphasizing; everything with a shadow gets an added layer of depth as well. This is the part that gives your work an additional POP.

Consider too that shading isn't just solid black, even if you're working in black and white. His arm and under his hood are pretty solid black, but the interior of his cloak is far more textured and light. We see where it's darkest at his sides, but leading out, it lightens into distinct markings that (in my opinion) are visually more appealing. Using this tool is ultimately up to you, though.

Okay, the end!

#dipper pines #gravity falls #asks

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gonedreaminggg · 4 months

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ITS TIME ITS TIME

my unhinged laurance zvahl headcanons 🫠

- Laurance has a BUNCH of ear piercings. Candenza made him swear not to get any facial piercings, and she's one of the only people he listens to. He did get a belly button piercing to spite her tho :)

- He has a lot of nervous ticks. He used to play with his hair when it was long, but when Cadenza cut it, he started cracking his knuckles and picking at his nailbeds. When Aphmau notices him doing this, she lets him play with her hair.

- GARRANCEMAU. POLYCULE. It was kind of unspoken for a while, and then Garroth got left behind in the Irene Dimension. So, Laurance and Aph got really close. However, nothing was official so she got with Aaron. Laurance and Garroth only ever realized after he had died. Garroth understood, he knew that the polycule wasn't too serious. However, Laurance on the other hand, didn't understand that. Plus, he was dealing with the calling and whatnot. There was a rift in the relationship for a while after that.

- All of the kids in the village love Laurance. I mean, we know he was one of Malachai's biggest role models, and Laur had also grown attached to him. But, he also kinda becomes Naoki (Nekoette but less problematic) and Dmitri's babysitter. He's always been good with kids, but MY IRENE he cannot handle Naoki. Leona also likes to hang around him, as well.

- Laurance used to have a fascination with fire when he was little. (i mean the man has adhd and u know how we r with fire.) He would stare at it for hours. It was the only thing that really calmed his brain. But now, he can't stand it. He can stay near a fire for warmth of course, but he's never the one to start or feed it. He can't look at it anymore. Too many memories. The fire is literally a part of him now. His new body was forged from it. There's no need to stare into the flames. He just has to look in the mirror.

- He's still blind, somewhat. His eyesight wasn't miraculously healed. He has to wash his face in the fountain of Lady Irene every so often, or his vision will completely blur. Even then, there's still spots that never go away, mostly on the outer field of his vision. He has reading glasses, as well.

- He's very physically affectionate. He plays with Aphmau's hair. He grazes over Garroth's hands constantly, running his thumb on all the marks in his palm or his scarred knuckles. When he was younger, he would always find something to fiddle with on Cadenza's clothes.

- He would model for Cadenza a lot. Before becoming a Shadow Knight, he was very comfortable in his body and his masculinity, so playing dress up was honestly very fun.

- Laurance always has to do something with his hands, so he takes up a lot of different crafts. Tying knots, woodcarving (thank you @xerith-42 for that one lmao), making jewelry. (In my hc my OC taught him how to make jewelry, but we don't have to get into that now haha)

- Laurance has Brazilian heritage, and even though he was an orphan, there's a large Brazilian population in Meteli and he was raised around the culture. Hayden kept Laurance very informed on his roots, and in turn Cadenza got to experience all of this as well. (I wanna go into this further at some point but I want to do the proper research first.)

- Since SKs don't need as much sleep, most nights Laurance just wanders Phoenix Drop. That's why he's usually the first to know when something's wrong.

- Before Laurance became an official guard, he was sort of a... vigilante. Bringing justice in the dead of night type beat. When he was younger, in his early teens, there was a high crime rate in Meteli. So, if Laurance saw someone stealing, or trying to break in somewhere, he'd tie them up and leave them outside the guard station for the authorities to deal with them.

Alright have fun with this one crazies

#the voices #they're telling me to make more laurance content #i must abide #laurance is so goobercore #aphblr #aphmau #aphmau mcd #aphmau minecraft diaries #laurance zvahl #mcd laurance #minecraft diaries laurance #minecraft diaries #laurance mcd #aphmau laurance

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