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riaki · 3 months

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winner | satoru gojo x reader

"i hate you."

three words that destroyed the very world satoru had spent building with you for the past nine months. his footing gives way beneath his feet and he can feel himself slipping, scrambling for purchase on an icy slope while your cold words bite at him like an icy, bitter wind.

his world is collapsing. it hurts to think, and it hurts to look at you, and the way you're looking at him hurts. like he's chewed gum on the bottom of your shoe, mangled and ugly.

you've always been easy on his eyes. god, it normally never hurts to look at you. the burden of his cursed gaze feels a little lighter when the world around him is brighter and sweeter and softer because of your pretty smile. suguru eats sweets to wash away the taste of cursed spirits, and you're the eye candy that relieves the migraines behind satoru's six eyes.

at least, you were.

the hot summer sun beats down against the cement of the sidewalk; the streets blur and waver with shimmers of heat and the mirages of puddles on the road. the two of you stand to the side, shirt pinched between your fingers as you fan yourself to try to alleviate the heat on your skin, wondering why you decided to go out today.

tokyo is hot during the summer. the value of yen is lower than normal, so tourist season swings about like a tsunami, flooding the streets with families and travelers who explore on the trail of their wanderlust. shibuya is crowded and there are foreign footprints all over akihabara. the cute shop awning you're standing under reminds you of a beach umbrella, but the image of hot white sand and pristine crystal waters only makes you feel dizzier with the heat.

satoru is used to the summer heat, and the complaining that comes with it. it doesn't help that lately, it's all that suguru ever talks about. he's starting to think he should've bought a popsicle for his best friend, too.

but then you speak again, and he's immediately snapped back into reality like a slap to the face; your voice drips with venom, normally so sweet but there's poison in your veins, polluting your heart.

"i can't believe you won. of all people." you complained.

satoru gets under your skin like no other.

satoru looks down at his popsicle; a baby blue, soda-flavored. everything seems to come with a soda flavor. icy sweetness melts away, dripping down the wooden stick and sliding over his fingers, blue against his skin like veins of sugar. he rubs his forehead, scowling and squinting. the heat is giving him a headache; the popsicle helped, but your angry glares make him want to hide in the freezer box you both picked your lucky desserts from.

his popsticle stick has one word etched into it; when he looks over at yours, it's just smooth, tanned wood. no marks.

'winner'. that's what it says on satoru's popsicle stick. suddenly, the syrup feels as sweet as strawberry jam in his mouth and the sour look on your face makes it all the better. an unabashed, unbridled grin spreads across his lips stained blue, shit-eating and awful and it only makes you despise your boyfriend more.

so that’s what you’re so pissed at him for. he looks like the cheshire cat with white fur and shades. suddenly, his world is right as rain again and everything is brighter when you look at him like you want to rip his guts out and cook them on the burning hot sidewalk. ah, true love.

he opens his mouth to speak, swiping his soda-stained tongue over his lips, reveling in the way your jaw clenches in irritation as your ice pop melts in your hands under the searing summer heat.

“well, guess we know who’s side the gods are on today—”

“shut up.”

satoru just grins, leaning in and pushing the hair away from your face to press a quick, syrup-flavored smooch to your forehead. the heat clings to your skin, but the little imprint of his lips on your skin leave a cool, tingling feeling that has you smiling, even though you hate that he won and you didn’t.

satoru gets under your skin like no other, and finds his way to your heart.

my (riaki) stuff. don't repost and / or plagiarize !

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starscabaret · 2 months

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Hear me out…

Jaden getting addicted to reader’s smile as she becomes his own addiction

Smile Struck Introduction

pairing: yandere! Hood Drug Dealer Jaden 💸 x Fem Reader

summary : meeting of course, its a little long but enjoy n give feedback! I love Jaden omg

warnings: drugs will be involved in most of his stories… he’s a drug dealer duh! and cursing

Authors note : check out my oc profiles to learn more about jaden

Jaden liked to drive to clear his head. Of course, he could relax at home. But something about driving with no purpose other than to think and listen to music calmed him. There was no destination, that would ruin the relaxation. He just drove until he felt calm. He could think straight. Breathe easy.

And he loved his car. He cared for it like it was his first and only child. He never let his car get dirty. Never missed an oil change. Hell, he never even let the gas go below a quarter of a tank. His car was just one of the things he was proud of. His career choice although illegal, he was proud of.

He always made sure his family was straight. He played it safe, he had little to no enemies, and his criminal record was clean. He also had respect. In his hood, people knew and respected him. He didn’t sell to kids, he didn’t go around starting fights, and he didn’t bring the cops snooping around in the area.

It was a Monday night, people weren’t exactly blowing up his phone trying to get served, so he had time for his relaxing drive. As his drive neared its end he stopped at a nearby gas station. His car would attract attention of course, but nothing most folks weren’t used to. This was the inner city, with plenty of tricked-out cars.

He wanted a pack of gum and a bottle of water. Also to fill his beloved car with premium gas. He loved to chew gum. Later you’d notice when you kissed him you could taste it.

He hopped back on the highway to head home. He felt great. Things were good for him. Business was good. Life was good. His mom didn’t have to worry about much. That’s what mattered most to him.

A smile on his face as he drove, was soon removed. He felt the powerful jolt of another car hitting his rear. He was a player but not too player for a seatbelt luckily. He was unharmed …. But his most prized possession was not. His jaw clenched as he unbuckled his seatbelt to get out of his car and assess the damage. Oh, and curse the other driver the fuck out!

They were 100 percent at fault. They rear-ended him. He would never drive so recklessly not in his baby! When he stepped out of his car he was bombarded by you.

“OH MY GOD, ARE YOU OK??? IM SO FUCKING SORRY PLEASE DO NOT CALL THE POLICE!!!”, you screamed frantically with tears streaming down your face. In your disheveled state, you grabbed him, hands all over his chest checking for injuries.

Wow, you were breathtaking even in tears and in shock. He had expected some ugly ass old man had hit his car. Not you, the most gorgeous woman he had seen in a while. He had to get on your good side. So instead of cursing you out as previously planned he grabbed your hands and held them to his chest, “I’m fine, are you ok? no cops sweetness I promise.”

“Oh hello, my goodness, yes I’m ok, but I’m sure my car isn’t, and I don’t even want to think about what I’ve done to yours.” You replied hands still in his against his chest.

“Don’t worry we’ll get it fixed, from the looks of it mine is still drivable… but yours … you should probably call your man to pick you up.” He was fishing, he hoped and prayed you didn’t have a man. And even if you did, no one he couldn’t get rid of.

“Uh no actually I don’t have a boyfriend, I’ll call my dad, he’s going to kill me …fuck.” With that realization, you began to sob. Cute, you were a little crybaby.

“Shh shhh, I can drive you, and I can get it towed I know a guy it’s free.” He cooed; he already didn’t like to see you cry. Especially if he could fix it. He had tons of connections, none with a tow truck though, no worries he’d pay.

“No that’s too much, I fucked your car up, and now you’re helping me, you should be getting my information and taking my dumb ass to court.” You replied.

“Oh yeah that, let’s exchange information, I just need your name and number my insurance company can sort the rest out.” That was a lie, he didn’t plan on filing a claim, and he had enough cash on him to cover the repairs. But he did need your name and number.

“Of course, it’s f/n l/n, 000-000-0000” you spoke while he inserted it in his phone and texted the tow company.

“Got it, my guy is on the way with the tow truck, oh and I know a nice repair shop it’ll be the cheapest I told him to take it there. I’m sure I can get you a low price.” Now that was the truth, his uncle had one of the best repair shops in the city. The price would be free because he would pay and not tell you.

“My gosh I can’t thank you enough sir, you are so nice, especially considering the circumstances” You couldn’t believe the kindness and mercy of this handsome … very handsome stranger after you hit his very expensive car.

“No problem, it’s what I do. You can call me Jaden, not sir, sweetness. Hop in, I’ll take you wherever you need.” He replied with a smirk.

And that’s when he saw it…. Your smile. Your smile was so big, bright, and beautiful. He swore he almost fell over. Your smile was natural he could tell you never had braces but cared for your teeth. They weren’t fake like the veneers lots of girls would get these days, they were natural in color. He swore he could count all 32 of them.

You were gorgeous before. but something about that smile. It did things to him, his mind, his body. He knew he would do literally anything to keep that smile on your face. Whatever it took, whatever he could do. And if it was something he couldn’t, he’d become a better man for you so he could.

He had to see you again. He had to make you want him like he wanted … no needed you. Even though you had nearly demolished the back side of his first love, and when he thought about the damage, he damn near threw up. You had given him the opportunity to insert himself into your life, so maybe it wasn’t so bad after all.

So, as he drove to your apartment, you two talked, starting to get to know each other. You both liked what you saw and what you heard. He realized you were new to the city, no close friends, or relatives. No way to get to and from work while your car was being repaired. So, he offered. Of course, at first, you declined it was too much. You barely knew each other, he had already done so much, what about his job? He reassured you and told you he owned his own business it was fine, what else would you do? So, you agreed. He was elated, now he could see his sweetness every day. At least for a little. But no, it wouldn’t end there, he was smooth. He’d ask you out before your car was fixed. Fuck that he’d ask you as soon as possible. He didn’t mean to rush things. He just knew you were perfect for him.

The first day he came to pick you up, you texted him to honk and just text he was outside. But he was a gentleman at least for you. He came to your door and knocked. You were shocked but smitten by the gesture. Even more so when he had breakfast ready for you in his car, opened all the doors for you, buckled you in, and asked what you wanted to listen to. That same evening, he asked you on a date at the end of the week. To which you agreed. You were excited, he was kind, and so many other things. Your rides to and from work were filled with laughs and smiles from both of you.

On that Saturday evening, you two went on your first date. He made sure to trap all week so he could spoil his darling. He took you to a very nice restaurant. He sat beside you in the booth, not across from you. He liked to be closer to you. His large body blocked you in and you couldn’t even be seen by outsiders he liked that. Your outfit was beautiful. For work, you still looked stunning, but you dressed more formally, not yourself. But here with him on this date, you let your creativity flow in your outfit. He was fly, and you matched it. It wasn’t revealing but man did it arouse him, you always did.

At the end of your date at a mom-and-pop ice cream shop. Where of course once again you insisted on paying, he frowned at you and pulled out a stack of cash. Your displeasure disappeared once you two were at the table sharing ice cream. You even used the same spoon. You didn’t realize it, but he did, it was intentional he was even feeding you. He made sure you got a spoonful first, so he could taste you off the spoon. When he drove you to your apartment and came to a park you turned to him, “Jaden, I don’t want to seem fast, or like a hoe or something but I really like you. Thank you for everything, from my car to the perfect date.”

If he could Jaden would dap himself up. He knew he had a game. But with you, he had to be careful, you were special. He turned to you and spoke up, “It’s no problem sweetness, any man would do it for the woman he’s interested in.” He said as he grabbed your hand from the console intertwining it with his and kissing the back of it.

Whew, your pussy was on fire. You had to get out of this car before he had you in the backseat. Then he’d really think you’re a hoe. Of course, he wouldn’t but you thought so. “Jaden uhm I should probably head inside, would you … would you like a kiss?” You could barely get it out before he grabbed the back of your neck kissing you deeply. You were starstruck, while he seemed so calm, so reserved. But inside he was crazy for you. The kiss was perfect, your lips and his lips together sent a chill down his spine and made this dick throb. He willed it down. He would be good to you.

“Goodnight y/n, let me walk you up, I’ll text you when I get home. You will call me before you go to sleep, sweetness?”, He asked.

“Of Course, Jaden,” you replied.

He planned on making you some part of his life the day you met but this week and tonight’s date sealed the deal, and if that wasn’t enough, you smiled at him with all 32 of your teeth before you closed and locked the door to your apartment. There it was that smile; damn he was absolutely sprung.

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iplayghoul · 2 years

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𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝... 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐲?

pairing:: eren yeager x reader

word count:: 1k

warnings:: haunted houses, eren is a scaredy cat, zombie actors, fluff & comedy, mentions of sex, suggested stuff but no smut here lol my bad (soon tho)

notes:: cute lil eren fic for halloween lol, reblogs and comments appreciated 💕 lets me know if this is ass or not!

𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥, maybe if he didn't wear that ugly ass costume of shaggy from scooby doo.

"din' i tell you, your costume fuckin' sucks Eren?" you seethed at him, semi-playfully because his costume was actually horrible.

you're checking your purse again as eren parked the car outside the halloween amusement park even, counting your extra lip gloss, lashes incase you lost one, lash glue, condoms and mints; keeping mental notes of everything you brought with you from home.

"and 'fore you say anything, like my nails?" you put down the purse briefly and looked to the side at eren who was dressed as shaggy from scooby doo; showing him the long stiletto nails you got, a black base fading into blood red tips. he smiled a little, "yea, it's cute, sweet girl."

"n' my costume's good, aight?" he shot back, peering down at you and chuckled while you rolled your eyes.

sharp nails dusted some short strands of blonde hair away from your eyes, pretty lace front tied into two pigtails. then, your lace clad hands tugged straight the black dress you wore, feeling it ride up your thighs every time you moved in the car.

"nah, you know it is. i told you since october first! 'hey 'ren im dressin' as misa for halloween, you better show up to my apartment as light yagami or you gettin' kicked out' or sumn like that, remember?" wet glossy red lips smacked together as you chewed your gum loudly. eren, unamused, "now ion- ion remember hearin' dat last part, baby." he smiled at you and gave an aerated chuckle.

"shuddup shuddup! let's go, we don't got all night." you shut him up quick and unlocked the car door waiting for eren to do the same,

"what's the rush, huh? want me to fuck you in that costume when we get back to your apartment?" he sucked a lip between his teeth and looked at you expectantly while you open the door, "no dumbass, maybe you woulda got sum' if you were dressed as light, damn!" shutting the car door on him. eren shook his head and followed along.

"two tickets to the haunted house please!" you chirped at the attendant, chilly fall air tickling your almost bare legs that eren kept a large hand on. he wasn't too fond of the way the clerk looked at you but kept his comments to a minimum, letting you drag him to the entrance cheerily.

despite his rough and tough act, in a shaggy costume, eren loathed horror, scary movies and of course: haunted houses.

"you really wanna' do this?" he pulled you back from entering the pathway and started whining and rocking your shoulders back and forth in a terrible attempt to convince you otherwise.

"and what do you suggest we do otherwise mr. yeager or should i say shaggy?" he cleared his throat quickly, "first of all, don't call me that. second of all, can you leave my shaggy costume alone? it's cute girl, i know you like it."

you blinked your eyes, in false astonishment.

"this sassy ass nigga pandemic has got to stop, jesus fuckin' christ. look- c'mon on," you grabbed eren's arm and pulled him in the entrance.

ghoulish music sounded out on the entrance, eren held onto your waist and you his arm as you navigated shortly in the dark beginnings. the narrow, bending path through the haunted house before you came upon a blue-green glow of the upper lights lining the walls that were decorated with fake spider webs, skeletons and witch dummies.

"oh wait, this cute as hell hold on," you whispered with a giggle, peeping back to look up at eren who had a frozen look of terror on his face.

you snickered, pulling out your phone and snapping a bright picture of his face and then one of the haunted room. just as you turned back to put your phone away, you felt a tug at your purse, you swung your body to the left, "what the fuck is that!" eren bawled out behind you gripping your purse and dragging you backwards.

you were more focused on getting him to get off your dior purse, "'ren stop grabbing my fucking bag!" you wrangled with him, annoyed, "fucking— babe look behind you!" swirving around you see a tall gorey looking figure, cleary made to be a zombie wearing ripped clothing and groaning as he came near you both.

visibly annoyed and agitated, you let out a high pitched scream, eren and the zombie froze, the latter ducking the minute you swung your purse around: effectively giving the actor a fatal smack down. you grabbed eren and left the groaning zombie behind your heels and rounded the next corner.

with a quickness, and swings of your heavy purse beating whatever was in your way, you skipped out through the swirly pathways, dragging eren by his loose green shirt until you saw the bright lights of the amusement park's rides.

"if you pull that shit again i swear to god im gon' beat yo ass right in there with that damn zombie too!" you pointed a finger in his face, a sheen of sweat covering him and he gulped, "it was fuckin' scary im sorry! did you see his face?" you dropped your wait onto your other heel, "be fuckin' for real right now, let's get some snacks and go back to my apartment." you pouted up at him and his lips twitched with a bit of guilt.

"aight what about..." he rocked back and forth on his feet, "if we get korean hot dogs n' glazed donuts, we c'n ill sit quiet n' watch the original scream with you."

you rubbed your lips together, pondering on his options and patting your makeup with an oil sheet, "deal. let's go and don't make me regret this shit."

— masterlist.

#・︰🐛・love﹒lamar╰╮#attack on titan #eren yaeger x reader #attack on titan eren #aot fandom #aot #aot x y/n #eren aot #eren fluff #eren jeager #eren yeager #eren jäger #shingeki no kyoujin eren #aot fluff #black coded characters #black coded reader

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1dinodaily · 3 years

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8/19/21 Avimimus

#daily dino #babies #dinosaur #paleoart #species: avimimus #my art #digital art #ugly cute chewed gum babies

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prettyboykatsuki · 3 years

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♡ bakugou headcanons that feel like a warm hug ♡

➳wc ;; 1.2k (oh my god. what is wrong w me.)

➳ a/n ;; or my bakugou brain-rot that never goes away. thanks for being my comfort character, you fucking gremlin. forgive the silly title.

♡ always makes little adjustments to the environment for you. he’s observant to a fault so if there’s something even a little off and it happens to bother you, he’s trying to work around it.

♡ good at playing guitar but not good at reading music. he can throw something together if you give him a chance but he’s not good at trying to recreate someone elses memory. he’s not like.. musically gifted either but he likes how guitar sounds

♡ thinks about getting a lot of piercings in his ear because he thinks they’d look cool but is kind of too nervous? the idea of a needle going through his skin is a ick. when you start dating, he drags you to his appointments lol - won’t admit it but he thinks he looks so hot when he gets them. takes a bunch of selfies <3

♡ needs to be moving constantly. can’t sit completely still to save his life. when he listens to music, he moves his head. sometimes he just runs his thumb over his fingers.

♡ really, really bad at talking. not in the sense he can’t communicate (that too) but he just likes listening in conversation. rarely adds his own thing. but when he does - always accidentally says something super meaningful

♡ enjoys subtle physical touch because it is literally intimate he melts inside. a hand on his forearm or shoulder. your legs over his lap. small things that show how comfortable you are.

♡ likes being held cause he’s a big ass baby lmfao

♡ wont admit it but enjoy when you choose pretty or colorful bandages for his cuts he won’t himself but it’s like keeping you in his pocket wherever he goes.

♡ really needs you to find him attractive dslksjk it’s not that he ever thinks he’s particularly ugly. but he didn’t really assign importance to his appearance at any point in his life, yet now he puts in a scary amount of effort. readjusts his hair so much more, makes sure his clothes fit good. fixes his fuckin’ face lol

♡ likes chewing gum a lot and always has a pack on him. really proud of how big he can blow bubbles and will be a little sad if you’re unimpressed.

♡ is overly sentimental about things you’ve made him - especially if it’s something super dumb. you drew him a silly little sketch of him in a frog hat? it’s in his wallet behind his id. freaks out when he thinks he’s lost his wallet

♡ LOVES phone calls. yes he still hates talking. but the way his face looks when he listens to your voice. eyes half-lidded, shamelessly smiling - it’s so tender and so lovesick.

♡ terrible first grader hand-writing. he tries to write them for you in the beginning of your relationship (to be romantic or some shit) but they’re so incomprehensible pls. if he focuses on it - it can be legible but most of the time ... yea no.

♡ doesn’t favor tea or coffee but prefers tea if he has to drink one.

♡ crazy good at eyeballing measurement. even in baking. once made a perfectly good bread without weighing anything and doesn’t get why that’s so wild.

♡ has the phone on his text set to be bigger even though his eyes are fine.

♡ lets you do the layout thing on his iphone and decorate as you please. says he doesn’t care but when he sees you made it hero themed/fit with his aesthetic - he got so red it was so cute.

♡ hates shopping in store. will still always go with you because the one time you went alone a store clerk hit on you.

♡ so practical. he started couponing when he was in his early twenties like an old man. checks the news and weather the night before, every night. never misses doctors appointments.

♡ shit at any form of visual art. drawing, painting etc - cannot do it to save his life. but he tries. his hands shake when he tries to draw hearts for you

♡ blows the eyelashes off your cheek super gently whenever he notices. he’ll like.. take your face in his hands and blow so softly like he’s gonna hurt you.

♡ used to agree to make pinky promises with you as a joke. now though? automatically holds his pink out for you to take it. straight up pouts if you don’t.

♡ you two have a song and when it comes on, he’ll sing it back to you. any other time? any other song? he wont. but he always sings your song even without realizing, just mouths it.

♡ enjoys when you put your hands under his shirt and just leave them there and hug him like that. skin to skin contact is elite but only from you.

♡ hamsters adore this man. they just do.

♡ draws frowny faces on your eggs with hot-sauce

♡ soul leaves his body when you play with his hair and scratch his scalp. the tension in his neck literally disappears and he just sighs that shit relaxes him like crazy

♡ the first time he says i love you, you’re tying his tie for his first hero event. you’re telling him to that the color looks good on him and you’re smiling. it honestly it just slips. he went on to win an award that night.

♡ his favorite memory of the two of you was when you were trying to leave the grocery store one afternoon. it was raining heavy as shit. you pulled him in under your clear umbrella and just stood there. he doesn’t know why but that means a lot to him.

♡ cares a lot about his dads approval on his work specifically. him and his dad have a really specifc bond and he actually admires him quite a bit.

♡ nothing makes him cry like “im proud of you”. especially when it’s for something small. it’s just something he didn’t hear enough in a sincere way.

♡ likes fruit flavored sweets over chocolate (generally needs something to do w his mouth cause it helps him think. bad oral fixation) so he keeps little candies on him

♡ shit at video games. terrible at them with the exception of mario kart? for some reason.

♡ always loses his keys

♡ stutters every!single!time! he tries to compliment you. it’s been YEARS.

♡ takes a melatonin gummy before bed and always drinks a glass of water

♡ buys you flowers and keeps them too. like does the upkeep on it and replaces them if the wilt. suggests pressing them to keep them for longer.

♡ lowkey cries really easily. he just gets overwhelmed w his feelings some times and it makes him cry even if he doesn’t want too. you and the bakusquad are sworn to secrecy over it though

♡ wears his ring around his neck on a chain bc it’s easier to show off.

♡ naturally good at doing hair!

♡ likes sneakers but wears dr. scholl's because he walks a lot and is on his feet for most of the day w his job. just being careful.

♡ loves u a lot <3

#bakugou x reader #bnha x reader #bakugou x y/n #bakugou x you #bnha x you #bnha x y/n #bnha imagines #bakugou imagines #bakugo x reader #bakugo x you #bakugo x y/n #im genuinely so obsessed with his man #he lives in my head rent free #like its not funny anymore #i literally am just so in love with him #no thoughts head empty only katsuki

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sporadicthingcollection · 2 years

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More baby Duros headcanons pls 🥺

Caaaaaaan do!

*puts on world building hat*

Baby Duros Headcanons!

"Featuring Mama -- yours truly -- and Dad Bane.""'Cause if she don't know her own biology, how can ya expect 'er t' know mine-- back up. What'd ya call me?""Nothing, dear."

Mothers are ovoviviparous, meaning they incubate the eggs internally and birth live young.

"Not Cad. He crawled out of a hole in the ground fully-formed." "Wasn't a hole, it was a trash compactor." "My mistake."

Back when they lived in caves, mothers would leave immediately after birth to hunt, leaving the babies in the care of the father. Fussy babies attract predators, so males developed a response to soothe their infants in the form of purring--

"It ain't purrin'! It's rumblin'! We ain't cats!"

--rumbling deep in the chest. It's a hardwired instinct and fathers often don't realize it's happening until it's pointed out.

"I still can't get him to admit he does it."

Newborns feed on an egg yolk reserve and don't need to eat for about a week after birth, which is when their teeth start coming in. Tiny widdle needle teefs that are incredibly sharp -- scratch fever is a fairly common occurrence among new parents, and disinfectant is an essential part of the nursery.

"Dem teeth ain't a joke. Had t' get a stitch on my trigger finger, de li'l jerk."

When they do start eating, it's on semisolid meats. They're purely carnivorous at this stage and later graduate to include plants. Unfortunately, that means that baby food bears an unfortunate resemblance to wet cat food.

"Smells like it, too." "Don't smell dat bad. Yer jus' delicate." "You don't have a nose. Stay out of this."

Unlike mammals, babies don't have a sucking instinct. Instead, they chew, and a Duros pacifier is just a teether. Tooth cutting is painful for them, but it lasts a very short amount of time.

"The treatment is the same on Duros and Zeltros, believe it or not." "Li'l dab o' whiskey swiped on de gums."

Relatedly, instead of thumb sucking, they chew the web between their thumb and forefinger.

"The way to get 'em to stop dat is de same too." "Pepper oil!"

They make a lot of noises, including trilling for attention, chittering when they see something that arouses their predation instinct, and a purr-like sound they'll make in response to their parents.

"I just about melted the first time she mrrrr-ed when I was holding her." "Ya did melt. Crumpled right t' de floor an' I had t' pry 'er outta yer hands." "And you went on to stare at her for a good hour."

Like ducklings, they tend to follow around anything vaguely Mom-shaped. Carrying infants until they know not to run off is common.

"De li'l lady almost followed another Duros home once. And another Zeltron. And a Twi'lek. And an astromech... Startin' t' think she might need glasses..."

Co-sleeping is recommended to keep them warm, but if that's not possible, special heating pads are available for cradles that give off heat and imitate purring--

"RUMBLIN'!"

--rumbling. Cute li'l beanies to keep their noggins warm are recommended as well.

"Are you guys done yet? I'm gettin' tired." "Just finished up, pumpkin. Go get ready for bed and we'll come tuck you in." "...Can I have a story first?" "Go hop in bed, li'l lady. Daddy'll tell ya 'bout de time he fought an Acklay." "A what?!" "Acklay. Big ugly thing wit' nine legs 'n' big ol' claws. Nasty teeth, too.""...hang on, Acklay only have four legs--" "Nine. Legs. An' a stinger. An' fire breath." "Did you die?!" "Better go brush yer teeth or else you'll never find out."

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manychocolatefactories · 3 years

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CatCF Dark Chocolate: Part 1, the Kids

About this version:

This retelling was mostly inspired by the original book, as well as Dahl's first drafts for it. I wanted a more old-fashioned feeling to it: in this setting television is still only present in rich and upper-class houses, the regular people using newspaper and radios to get information. Imagine a mix of 40s and 50s with some touches of 60s thrown in.

You have here 8 Golden Tickets.

First winner: Augustus Pottle

(Based on Augustus Gloop )

Augustus Pottle is an enormously fat boy, with a head like a ball of dough and a body like a blimp. He bears an uncanny ressemblance to a pig: he has a pink and greasy skin, numerous folds of flesh and chins bulging out of his neck, small greedy eyes, and an upturned and always sniffing nose looking like a snout. All the outfits he wears are always much too tight for him or about to pop (and it doesn't help that he literaly gains weight the minute he eats something). He has two outfits during the story (inspired by the two outfits Quentin Blake drew for him): during his interview he wears a green jacket, brown pants and a turquoise shirt ; and during the tour he wears beige pants, a blue jacket and a white shirt with pink spots. Of course he can never wear his jackets and his shirts are always about to rip.

Eating is not just Augustus hobby and obsession - it is also his career. Augustus is considered a "champion" because he kept winning eating contests: the biggest eater, the fastest eater, the fattest eater... It all comes down to his mother, a thick lady wearing a lot of shiny but ugly jewelery. Mrs. Gloop always tried to find fame and attention, but when her attempts to find it at radio failed, she reported all her dreams on his son: he had inherited from his tall and bearded father a large and stout body. People were amazed at how big and gluttonous the boy was, and Mrs. Gloop thought it was an excellent way to get attention and fame. So she bred him to become the fattest and most gluttonous boy alive, so that everyone would look at him (and at her). It goes so far that Augustus is used to sleep in the dining room - being so full after meals he can't even pass the door to get up to his bedroom.

The excess of greasy and sugary food made his brain fat too, clogging it with blubber, and resulting in him being quite simple-minded. He only now has two thoughts in his brain. The first is "eat, eat, eat", he is a true glutton obsessed with eating and devouring. The second is "I'm a champion, I'm the best, I need to beat everyone else", he sees others as rivals and life as a contest, and his own fatness and gluttony is for him a sign of dominance over other people.

Second winner: Elvira Salt

(Based on Veruca Salt)

I wanted here to get away from the angry, screaming, demanding Veruca Salt, so I create this character.

Just like Veruca, Elvira is a spoiled and filfthy rich girl who thinks she can get everything she wants with money or by asking. But she is not an angry, screaming, bratty child. She rather believes it is natural and normal for her to have everything, or for money to solve every problem. She seems detached from the world. She doesn't think or believe one would say "No" to her, and basically considers the entire world to be a shop with people at her service, or a field from which she can pick flowers without a care.

She looks like a glamorous movie star of old, like Marilyn Monroe, always wearing elegant silk dresses and gloves and wearing fur coats (with furs of lovely and cute animals like guinea pigs, mink, chinchilla or rabbits). In fact, Elvira enjoys only things that are cute, pleasant or elegant. For example give her the biggest pearl in the world - if said pearl is actually ugly she will throw it out without a care. She is a girl that bathes in milk and honey, that has for a snack expensive truffes, foie gras, chocolate and champaign, that doesn't walk but get carried around, and that considers it normal for a young girl to receive as gifts emeralds, rubies, diamonds and other precious jewels. To put it shortly, she lives an extravagant and excentric life. Always smiling, always happy, always content, she basically lives in a world of luxury where misery, poverty or lack of money does not exist, and as a result actually forgets that other people around hers have needs and desires too. She thinks she is the princess of some sort of fairytales, and the others are just background characters here to serve her story.

For the tour, she wears a candy-pink velvet dress and a "fur" made of clubbed baby seals. As her father... well fun fact, Elvira sepnds so much money her father actually looks like a beggar or a homeless man, because he has no money left for himself - but a beggar with plump and thick wallets in his pockets.

Third winner: Violet Beauregard

(Based on Violet Beauregarde)

The Beauregard parents (who look so similar to each other it is difficult to say who is the father and who is the mother) are competition freaks. They are obsessed with their children being the best, breaking records, being a champion, earning trophies.

However, for their misery, they got Violet. Violet isn't good at sports, neither at school. She doesn't have any talent for anything. She doesn't have any interest or dreams. She is a plain, dull girl wearing plain and dull clothes, with dim eyes and a big mop of hair of an undetermined color. The only thing that stands out is her great, thick, muscular jaw - because her parents, desperate that they were, found a way for her to be a champion. Chewing gum. She spends her time chewing gum, so that would be her talent, isn't it? Her parents worked hard to make chewing a sportive and intellectual talent, making her break unexisting records of gum-chewing, organizing uninteresting chewing contests... They now think that their little girl deserves to be with Olympic champions just for chewing-gum, forgetting how useless and stupid this is.

They also extended her "abilities" to chewing other kind of foods and candies, including chewing chocolate bars: and here she found the Golden Ticket, which was a dream come true for the Beauregard parents, a perfect mediatic exposure! Fun fact: Violet chewed a bit of her Golden Ticket.

Fourth winner(s): Wilbur Rice and Tommy Troutbeck

(Based on Wilbur Rice and Tommy Troutbeck)

I wanted to reuse the characters from the deleted "Fudge Mountain" chapter of the book. A lot of this characterization is my own invention: I based myself on the few personnality clues found in the chapter, and for their appearance I used Quentin Blake's illustrations.

Tommy and Wilbur are best friends in the world. They are neighbors, they go to school together, they always share everything (even though they may fight for it first) - this is why when they discovered the fourth Golden Ticket they shared it. However their friendship is filled with a strange sort of disdain, and they really bond over their main hobby: pranking people. They like to do pranks and jokes and to have a good laugh. Unfortunately for everyone else, they are devilish little brats and cruel children, whose definition of a good laugh involves making believe someone's house was robbed, putting someone's dress on fire or pretending their little brother is dead. The worst is hurts or distress people, the better it will be for them. Causing black outs, using dangerous chemical products, hurting their own parents, it is all just a good fun.

The Rice family are the definition of bourgeois and nouveau riche, small shop owners who became extremely wealthy thanks to their trade. As a result they are boasting their money and spending a lot of it: their small house became bloated with numerous architectural additions that don't fit with each other, and they collect cars, having so much they can't even drive them all. Mr. Rice is a tall and very thin man always dressed in expensive but ugly suits and with a thick mustache looking like a caterpillar, while Wilbur is a small dark-haired boy with a round face and a round belly, chubby and flabby. Wilbur is an arrogant, haughty, snobbish boy that is friend with Tommy only because he thinks of him as a sort of "pet" - he is so arrogant that he also disdains his own parents, but Mr. Rice merely thinks Wilbur is being a "good lad", an "energetic boy" or a "little man" and is quite proud of this unruliness.

The Troutbeck family is the opposite of the Rice. They used to be nobility, living in a great manor, but they fell on hard times. Their nobility title not worth anything, money flying by, their family fell into poverty. They still live in their manor, but it is now run-down, dirty and unkept. Mrs. Troutbeck is an obese woman always wearing faded pajamas or worn-out jumpsuits and a thick layer of makeup, and Tommy is a tall and thin boy, skinny, with an angular face covered in moles, beauty marks and freckles. He has spiky strawberry blond hair and always wears tattered ans stained clothes. The Rice parents are hoarding misers, skinflints who refuse to spend and disdain the "show-off" Rice (the same way the Rice disdain the poor and "low" Troutbeck), in fact they only had a kid so he could later work and make money for them, and they encourage him to steal rather than buy things. Tommy is also a rude, violent boy, known to punch and insult all those that displease him - something he inherited from his parents, that also raised him with insults and slaps on the head (no wonder he doesn't have any respect for them).

The two kids have another element cementing their friendship: their love for candies. Wilbur spends his time buying candies to stuff his belly, and Tommy keeps stealing candies from other children, messily devouring them. And it is during one of their sugary feasts that they found the Golden Ticket.

For the tour, Wilbur is wearing a light blue jacket with a red bow tie, and Tommy a navy-blue turtleneck.

Fifth winner:Michael Themmen-Vry

(Based on Mike Teavee)

This name was a suggestion of ArtMakerProductions, who said I could invent a name whihc would have "T-V" initials. So I created Themmen-Vry, a name based on the names of the two actors who played Mike Teavee.

The Themmen-Vry family is exceedingly rich, grossly rich. But the Themmen-Vry parents are quite pleasant people: the father friendly and affable despite looking like a pigmy hippo, and the mother being an excellent hostess despite not being very bright and quite young. However their sson... it's a different story.

Michael is the oldest of the winners, being near the end of the his teenage years and almost a man. But he stayed stuck to the mental age of a child. Michael adores television, he has several elevision sets in every room of his manor to never miss his favorite shows. And Michael always liked to play, to disguise himself as his heroes. Couple that with very wealthy and very permissive parents, and you get this brat. Michael always plays at some game when he isn't watching television. He has an impressive array of costumes and toys to play with, and when he plays, he truly plays. He forces everyone to get into his roleplay and refer to him by his fictional identities. He forces other people into playing with him - he even kidnaps children from the nearby school to play with him. And he also wants realism to go so far... well let's say he won't be afraid to use a real gun to play a hunter. His parents are so permissive, seeing this as merely "harmless childish fun", that they allowed their manor to be burned down only because Michael wanted to play a firefighter.

No need to also mention you that Michael is a self-centered and disdainful brat that is always the hero of his stories and that uses "playing" as an excuse to bully and insult other people by having them be villains, monsters or preys. Basically he is the ultimate worst RPG player you can think of.

Tall and thin, Michael has long and thick hair covering his ears and forehead like a helmet, and a face covered in acne. As for his outfits, they change all the time: one time he is dressed as a mad hunter, another time he is a monster-killing alien-king, another time he is a ninja-cowboy from the Far West, and that's when he is not a policeman-Robin Hood.

His outfit for the tour is a vividly colored cosmonaut outfit, and he is armed with a ray gun. Actually a laser gun using real, harmful lasers. He is also one of the few kids allowed to come to th tour without his parents, due to him being old enough.

Sixth winner: Marvin Prune

(Based on Marvin Prune)

In the original drafts of Roald Dahl, Marvin Prune was a conceited school-obsessed boy that embodied the "all work and no play" mentality, disdaining all childish fun and freedom and rather dedicating himself to harsh studies and strict intellect. I decided to reuse this concept for a new interpretation:

Marvin Prune and his parents (his father, a man with a face like a boiled onio, and his mother, a woman who looks a lot like a donkey) are extremely arrogant and conceited so-called intellectuals. Marvin Prune thinks of himself as superior to everyone else and more intelligent than others because he read a lot of books, learned a lot of things and is an excellent school student. As a result, he thinks that he has all the rights to disdain others, insult them, treat them as complete idiots. But the thing is that Marvin actually has a very poor knowledge of the world and his "intellect" is up to discussion. He has numerous facts wrong - for exemple he thinks sugar comes naturally as a white powder and can't exist under any other forms, or he believes all the ancient Greek artworks were entirely white and that Greeks never used colors. If he gets so many of his facts wrong, it is because he believes simply learning about something is enough to be an expert - for exemple he claims to know all about foreign countries because he read about them in books, but he actually never visited them or met people from said countries.

This arrogance and this quest for "intellectuality" leads the Prunes to worship all that is "antique" "ancient" or "proper" - which results in them only collecting ancient furnitures, putting dust and cobwebs in their house to make it look more ancient, and Marvin wearing outdated outfits, like puff ties or jabots. He also likes to wear glasses, though he doesn't need them - he just thinks wearing glasses makes him look more intelligent. With narrow shoulders and chocolate-colored curls, the most defining trait of Marvin is his nose, which is really big, really long, really pointy and sharp, compared to a shark's fin. He always uses the royal plural "we" instead of "I" because he believes himself to be the most intelligent boy of the country or perhaps the world, and this bloated ego of him actually leads to a darker side of his personnality: he disdains all that is considered childish and worthless, up to the point of destruction. For exemple, he only reads encyclopedia, scientific books and teaching manuals. As for the rest - children book, novels, comic books... he deems them irrelevant and stupid and so wishes to burn all of them. Yep, we have a little book burner here.

Marvin only searched for a Golden Ticket because he wished to learn more about the Wonka Factory and know all of its secrets, as well as to be able to "correct" Wonka - because he is that kind of kid that considers everybody else is doing things wrong, and that he knows how to fix mistakes and improve everything. And he pretends that to find his Golden Ticket he used a lot of calculations, planning and studies, comparing the weather, selling patterns, geography, trafic levels... but in truth he actually got it by pure luck.

Seventh winner: Bertie Upside

(Based on Bertie Upside)

Bertie Upside actually surprises everyone because he isn't a brat like the other kids. He is a wealthy and rich orphan, but he is kind, healthy, gentle, generous, cute, humble, decent giving money to charity and being very respectful and wise. He sees the best in people, and during the tour he prevents the other kids from breaking the rules or bullying Charlie, deeming him a true "bore". He is basically the perfect kid, that is repeatedly said to have a "heart of gold".

For his physical appearance I based him on Quentin Blake's illustration of Charlie: tall and thin, blond with blue eyes. He always has clothes that match his hair and eyes: light blue jacket and yellow tie for his interview, and golden jacket with light blue shirt for the tour.

Eighth winner: Charlie Bucket

(Based on Charlie Bucket)

This Charlie I based on the original drafts of Roald Dahl, which depicted Charlie as black.

As usual Charlie is a small malnourished boy, all skins and bones, living with his poor family in a shabby and run-down house. His father is a newspaper deliveryman, which is how the Bucket family has a newspaper every morning, and his mother works at a toothpaste factory (like in the 2005 movie). Their job doesn't bring much money, but it is enough to survive. As for the Grandparents you have Grandpa Georges (got his leg cut off after the war, and is always criticizing, insulting and being revolted by the other Golden Ticket winners), Grandma Georgina (can't walk due to the family being too poor to have her hip and knee fixed, she quells and calms her husband's wrath and fury), Grandma Josephine (has a weak heart and can't do a lot of physical activities, but has a wild an insane past, resulting in her often telling stories not suited for kids) and Grandpa Joe (bad arthritis, usually tempers or censors his wife's stories).

Charlie tries to help his family: he makes a bit of money by collecting glass bottles and metallic scraps. As for the food the Bucket family survives with, I wanted to include elements of the "soul food": as a result the daily diet of the Buckets is black-eyed peas, turnips and sweet potatoes. When they have enough money they buy a pork feet or a chicken liver to add meat to their diet, but it is quite rare. Charlie is a little angel of a kid, ever complaining, working hard at school and always sharing what he has with his family.

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simping-on-the-daily · 3 years

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Always love this

Sccarlet SFW Alphabet

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Sccarlet's affection is pretty subtle! A lot of the time, she enjoys touching you, particularly with hand holding. Baby likes to be around you.

She always unexpectedly has the things you need. Need armor? Pulls out full Netherite that totally didn't take her hours to grind. Need a potion? Boom. While she doesn't think it's gift-giving, it's exactly what it is.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Scarrlet is a very loyal best friend! Very shy, though. You probably approached first! Or you were in a bad mood and she came up to ask what's wrong.

As a result of being her friend, you hang around Techno and Philza a lot. If you're not a government despising anarchist, the Ghast finds you a breath of fresh air. If you are, expect her to join in your less chaotic antics.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Really likes cuddling a lot! To her, it's both comforting and relaxing. Can and will play with your hair, and will turn into a flustered mess when you mess with hers.

A lot of calming positions! She's also really fond of spooning.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

The domestic life is something Sccarlet enjoys in other people, but doesn't do it herself. In terms of cleaning, she's pretty good. Not a fan of messes and she can be fast when she wants to.

In terms of food, she's pretty good at cooking Hoglins. Anything that isn't meat? Sorry, but she's not your gal. Potions, on the other hand-

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Tries to do it as gently as possible. She keeps stammering on her words and looks down when she finally lets it out. She'll quietly ask if you want to be friends instead, and if you say no, she'll leave quickly. Truly, I don't think she'd ever fall out of love. It would probably be due to wanting to keep you safe from the war. When she leaves, she'll greatly miss you, but will try to convince herself that it was for the best.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Commitment? Hell yeah. Sccarlet is a loyal hybrid who will go to the end of the world for those she gives a giant shit about, and you're one of those people.

Marriage, however? She's a bit iffy on that. She'll probably pop the question after a year or two, probably on a date or during an initiate moment. If you do like weddings, that's cool! Sccarlet will respect your wishes.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Do you even need to ask? Even to strangers, Sccarlet is gentle. That's her as a person. Psychically or emotionally, she's soft. Honestly, the girl is anything but a tease.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

A sucker for reunion hugs! She's fond of the cliché 'running up to you and embracing one another' hug generally seen in media; she finds it really cute!

Also buries her face into your neck. When she does it, you'll be able to hear happy Ghast noises which is ironic since they're always crying

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Sccarlet unintentionally tends to use other words then love, most commonly 'I adore you'. Her first ILY would be really tender, in a calming serene moment, as she murmurs it out peacefully.

Love. This. Girl

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Sccarlet doesn't get jealous that often! She trusts you enough to still love her in the end, and besides, she tries to get on good terms with a lot of people. She has enough faith in you, but there's always that one guy to piss her off.

When it happens, very clingy. She tends to pout at the dude, but otherwise stays silent. If the guy ever crosses boundaries, Sccarlet will release the natural Nether instincts and release Hell on the dude. Of course, she's spitting apologies right after.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Fond of quick little pecks on the cheek! She really enjoys scar kisses, and when you kiss hers, she'll be over the moon.

Rarely initiates make-out sessions. If you wanna do that, you're gonna have to take the lead.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Honestly, not great. She's just not great with kids. Teenagers? Yeah. Actual children? Hell no. She gets stressed easily, and with how loud and disobedient kids can be, it's a living Hell.

While she'd want kids of her own alongside you, she'd wait until the SMP is more peaceful.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Early bird. Sccarlet just naturally gets up early. She'll probably get some tea, make some quick breakfast before doing a relaxing activity. Probably fishing or farming.

Whenever she needs to leave for supplies or for meetings, she'll leave a small little note on the bedside table. She's always quick to come back, though

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Like every other time with Sccarlet, relaxing! More fishing and farming, most likely a book or two in her hand before heading off to bed. She falls asleep incredibly quickly, so if she gets comfy in the couch, gently wake her up before she falls asleep.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Sometime after your first kiss, she'll tell you her real name. Her true identity of Sirese is only told to those she trusts, so good for me! While it's a 'I trust you, here's a secret' move, she gets really suspicious when you say it suspiciously. Be it if you're dying or pissed, she doesn't like it. She'd prefer her name coming out sweet, thank you very much.

To some extent, Sccarlet's open about her grief. Don't be surprised when she clings to you sobbing out WIlbur, L'manburg or another traumatizing incident.

She doesn't spill anything on you. She's more of a 'ask me whatever whenever and I'll tell you' kind of open.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Scarrlet is rarely angry! She's a very patient person. However, her Nether instincts and the voices in her head are more prone to anger, and when they form into a more darker and aggressive side of her rather then just some annoying voices, she finds herself getting way more irritable due to stress and just how loud they are.

Her anger is rather easy to fade, though. Just whisper some calming words and hold her, and soon enough, the anger will evaporate.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing or do they kind of forget everything?)

Sccarlet's def the type to keep a small enchanted notebook of your likes! She writes down anything she thinks is useful and important to you, even on a minor scale. Sccarlet doesn't want to forget anything in case it ends up important and leads to disappointment from you.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

A calm moment. It doesn't matter what it is. But during those rare moments when war isn't lingering over her heads, where she can forget the bodies and the pain a Totem of Undying causes with you? Those are something she'll never forget. You're a presence that makes her calm. You could've just been fishing together without any significance to you, but to her? That serenity was beautiful and she wishes she could have more of it.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Very protective. She lost the person who was basically a brother to her, saw the country she worked so hard to keep destroyed numerous times, the constant betrayal and the grief forming into one loud voice instead of numerous tiny voices? You bet her ass she won't lose you.

When she gets involved in wars, she'll do whatever it takes to keep you out of them. If you ever do and get injured, you've never going on the battlefield again. She's lost so much, she is not losing you.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

She lets you collect her Ghast tears for potions! With dates, she'll try her best to make them relaxing for the both of you, mostly libraries, picnics and the one cat café in the country.

Like said before, she'll write down any important anniversary or date in her notebook!

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Out of nowhere, Sccarlet just cries. She doesn't even know that there's still leftover tears until you're both cleaning and there's a giant clunk of tear shaped shiny things on the floor.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Depends! While she doesn't really care about her looks, her facial scars are always an insecurity of hers, since they remind her of the Manburg VS Pogtopia war, which is how they were gained.

Clothes, however? Girl pays attention to what she's wearing and she wants to look good.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Umm,,,,, yessss,,,,,,?

You're the one person who makes Sccarlet feel completely safe. Without you, she'd have no idea on what to do. You're her safe haven, and she'd be damned to lose it.

If you get corrupted by the Egg, mark her words that she'll find a way to bring you back. Her hatred will grow to that overgrown red manipulator and becomes even more pro-omelette.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

When she gets frightened (most notably a skeleton), she'll quickly jump into your arms. She has no idea she did until a few seconds later as she embarrassedly tries to get out of your grip.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

If you eat chewing gum, go to a place where she can't hear it. Sccarlet despises the sound of chewing gum, and if you leave it around without the packaging, you'll have the rare sight of an angry Sccarlet.

Z = Zzz (What is are some sleep habits of theirs?)

Blanket stealing. And once again, instinctive crying. While she likes being close, you'll need to be a bit apart since you'll wake up with a tiny mountain of Ghast tears and your blanket gone if you share one.

While it may sound a bit weird, she prefers having two separate beds close to each other. She likes her own pillows and covers.

#dream smp #dream smp ocs #mcyt #mcyt ocs #sccarlet #mcyt sccarlet #minecraft sccarlet #sccarlet x reader #mcyt sccarlet x reader #minecraft sccarlet x reader #dream smp ocs x reader #mcyt ocs x reader

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anythingtrxsh · 4 years

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hello bb! I would like some HILARIOUS crack fics! some fluff would also be nice ;-; I'm in love with all the overused tropes so honestly any scenarios will be fine! (altho I do rlly like friends to lovers) tysm!

hi anon! have you checked out my crack tag yet? if not, please make sure you do! personally text fics make me laugh a lot too so i’ll leave here my text fic tag just in case!

refrigerator humming, chewing gum and instant karma [61k] by locks {mafia au-- but worry not, this fic is hilarious like 92% of the time}

Hey Baby, Is Your Latin Name ‘Pterophyllum?’ Because You Look Like an Angel(fish) to Me. [27k] by littleheichou {college au-- i always ALWAYS laugh so fucking much with this fic its ridiculous}

pick me up, buttercup [9k] by vppa {soulmate au-- ah yes, did i mention this classic?}

beep boop [7K] by vppa {college au-- taehyung’s not that bright but he tries ok}

supercut of us [4k] by marienadine {college au-- the leGEND THIS FIC IS OH MY GOOOD}

pump pedals, not prostitutes [4k] by vppa {i just realized that vvpa is in this ask a lot}

sad, bad and kinda ugly [3k] by conclusions {established relationship-- they break up? to test smth? and then theyre both rly sad about it bc theyre idiots and i luv them}

Blurred Lines (but I'm not a douche, I swear) [1k] by taekover {meet cute au-- as a blind-without-my-glasses person myself, this fic hurts on a personal level}

happy reading!!

#taekook #taekook fic #taekook fic rec #crack #bts fic #bts fic rec #vkook fic #vkook fic rec #taekook ao3 #taekook feed

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taekookficrecs · 4 years

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Do you have any taekook average/long fics related to mafia/gang stuffs with a hint of angst and smut? (Top tae if possible) Thank you ! ❤

helloooo !! gang aus coming up :) these might not have all the elements each of you are looking for (especially the angst since these aus tend to be pretty heavy) but i hope you can enjoy them nonetheless.

Kiss With a Fist - byeolguk (( 30/? | M | 187,718 ))

“Need a little help, love?” Jungkook asks, teasing him.

“Nah I had it all under control, sweetheart,” Taehyung answers with a smile, blood oozing from his split lip. Goddamn even smiling hurt now. Fuckity fuck fuck. Jungkook only rolls his eyes, his cocky smirk never slipping and Taehyung almost forgets how much pain he’s in.

Taekook Prison Au

The Viper and His Bunny - buttercupguk (sselizabeth) (( 29/? | M | 241,895 ))

Taehyung had the entirety of Seoul in the palm of his hand, known venomously as the Viper for his reckless trigger finger. He never thought he'd be good for anything but killing—until he fell upon the bunny hybrid who'd been to hell and back twice, with eyes as starry as the solar system and a heart just as big.

Featuring right-hand man and assassin Jimin, intelligence ace Namjoon, designated doctor Hoseok, and war criminal Yoongi.

“There are people out there who would destroy this city to take me down. You know they'll try to get to you, right, bunny?"

One ear lopped over, Jungkook said petulantly, "Let them try. They won't get far."

Baby doll, you’re perfect - BTSLarryAf (( 34/34 | E | 117,194 ))

Yoongi got involved in a gang activity to take care of himself and especially his baby brother because they had horrible childhood. He’s been trying to keep Taehyung away from that world to keep him safe. The younger lived with their grandparents but after both of them die, Yoongi has no choice but to bring Taehyung to live with him and the gang to keep him safe.

His boss Jeongguk isn’t fond of the idea of an annoying kid living with them but somehow Taehyung gets under his skin. He gets a perfect idea – he might have some fun with corrupting the innocent guy and get some occasional good fuck from it. Little does he know that Taehyung has darkness inside him, darkness that slowly starts coming up on surface and infatuates the gangster. And over time, Taehyung makes a way into the boss’ cold heart.

down to the needle - aeterisks (( 1/1 | E | 50,445 ))

Where Taehyung focused on bold, strong edges, Jeongguk was all about delicacy and attention to detail. Two sides of the same coin that perhaps shouldn't have ever met in the first place. However, once Jeongguk starts to get to know him, he just can't pull away.

But I Still Want You - shargukkie (( 14/14 | E | 33,044 ))

After breaking into a building own by the feared tech gang, the Kim Group, Jungkook found himself on a run to escape from being caught that brought him to walking all alone in a deserted highway. That was when he received a free lift from a passing driver named Taehyung without knowing the real danger that awaited him.

It’s Getting Ugly! - meganni (( 1/1 | E | 39,123 ))

Basically, Jeongguk and Taehyung are in a gang that is full of individuals with mental health problems, most of which they refuse to face. So what the two of them do is basically go with it.

And oh, they have loads of filthy sex on the side.

refrigerator humming, chewing gum and instant karma - locks (( 8/8 | E | 61,449 ))

Taehyung sets the flowers down on the dining table, plucking the card off the little holder. "Dearest Taehyung, just wanted you to know that I'm thinking about you. I hope you're thinking about me too. Love--" he pauses and squints before cocking an eyebrow and pursing his lips. "Hyung, why is the boss of your little boy band gang professing his love for me?"

Yoongi drops the noodles on the floor with a loud curse as he burns his hand.

Or, Taehyung's been trying his hardest to avoid Yoongi's criminal life for a long ass time, but a cute kid and his infuriating father keep pulling him deeper into the mix.

House of Cards - sugamins (( 25/25 | E | 394,890 ))

Jungkook is the heir to a mob empire, the most notorious in the whole of Seoul. Taehyung is a rookie sent in to infiltrate by his select team and bring the empire crumbling down.

"You knew the game and played it, it kills to know that you have been defeated."

lover not a fighter, but i’ll fight for what i love - suninhersmile (( 51/51 | E | 195,669 ))

Jungkook leaned into his hand, nuzzling his palm. Warmth shot down Taehyung’s arm.

“I want you to take care of me, TaeTae hyungie,” he mumbled. He kissed the palm of his hand, his lips soft and plump against the rough skin. “I like you a lot.”

Warmth bloomed in Taehyung’s chest. He felt his eyes soften as he looked at Jungkook, and he smiled slightly.

“I like you a lot, too,” he whispered.

Kim Taehyung didn't know what to expect when he was hired to protect the son of South Korea's most notorious gang leader, but he certainly never expected to fall in love with him.

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Taste of Ink - sugamins (( 12/12 | M | 128,177 ))

Jungkook is a drug runner for the largest gang in the whole of Busan: the Sam Yong Pa.

One day he bumps into a runner for a rival gang in the next district that has trespassed into their territory: a Geum Sung Pa boy called Jimin. Jimin has a friend, a goon for the rival gang.

Taehyung beats people up for a living, and boy, does he look good when he’s doing it.

But their blossoming friendships reignite old gang flames and causes the most brutal gang war the country has ever seen.

Dragons destroy and stars explode.

Only Breathing - Aquiver - Sharleena (( 1/1 | E | 24,388 ))

Like all things about Taehyung, being loved by him is loud, messy and familiar. Under lilac neon lights his hair is a shade lighter and his skin is gold, Jungkook's hands tremble when he touches it and Taehyung keeps mixing weird sauces in his ramen.

“Do you still quiver when I touch you?”

“Always.”

of smokey bars and burning hearts - madeliefie (( 11/11 | N/R | 47,106 ))

The boy -man- is beautiful. The way the light shines on his face tugs at Jeongguk's heartstrings and for the first time in his life, he's caught off guard. Jeongguk knows he isn't going to heaven and he figures that this boy is the closest thing to an angel he'll get.

Taehyung wants the world to know who he is and Jeongguk is dangerous enough to make that happen.

Red Dragon on a back - narcisara (( 8/8 | E | 33,361 ))

“I hope you understand. Please, don't expect that if you ask me to drop everything, I'll actually do it, because I can't and won't,” Jeongguk adds, turning around, his face is serious, his lips forming a straight line.

Taehyung doesn't know what being yourself around someone else means, Jeongguk is there to show him.

abyssal - smoltae (( 37/37 | G | 70,426 ))

Jeon Jeongguk has always appreciated rare, beautiful things. And Kim Taehyung? He is as rare and beautiful as they come.

or, Jeongguk is a mobster with a weakness for rare art, and Taehyung is the only captive mermaid in Seoul. And maybe, they are meant to save each other.

You’re my snow - froot_loops, regina_phalagne (( 18/18 | N/R | 52,422 ))

Taehyung expected his life to be endangered, given that his brother is working for Seoul's biggest underground organization (which really is just a fancy word for Mafia if you asked Tae), yet he didn’t expect a dark haired stranger bursting in while he was taking a bath.

Bang Bang, You Shot Me Down - orphan_account (( 9/9 | E | 82,760 ))

“Revenge, Jeongguk, is a dish best served cold. Fuck that.” Taehyung grinned, both hands on Jeongguk's hips. “It’s hot outside and my blood is boiling. Together, baby, we’ll serve it ablaze.”

admin nj - pls enjoy :)

#taekook #taekook fanfics #taekook fic recs #jeon jeongguk #kim taehyung #mafia au #gang au #gangster au #violence #vkook #kookv #admin nj

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rawiswhore · 4 years

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Shawn Michaels, Triple H, Billy Gunn, Jeff Hardy x Fem Reader- “Hot White Cum”

You've been a naughty girl in December of 1997.

Actually, you've been a naughty girl all throughout 1997.

But you're a grown up now who doesn't believe in Santa Claus.

One evening in December of 1997, around the time D Generation X had that iconic strip poker game in the ring, you were sitting on Shawn Michaels' lap, where he was sitting in on a little wooden bench in a locker room.

He wasn't the only one with you, Triple H, Billy Gunn and Jeff Hardy were with you too.

Triple H looked the way he did circa November and December 1997, no hair ties in his hair, he let his hair hang long and loose, just the way you perfectly like him.

Billy didn’t even have his hair in one of those cute Madonna in 1984 bows tied in his hair, though you don’t mind the cute Madonna bows.

Shawn had his hair hanging long and loose, nothing tying it back, just the way you like him.

You were "sitting" on Shawn's lap, your back was in front of his torso, and the reason I put "sitting" in quotation marks is because you were really bouncing and riding up and down's Shawn's cock, his shaft sliding in and out of your pussy.

Shawn also lifted crotch area a few inches off of the bench, helping thrust himself in and out of your pussy.

That's not all, Triple H was standing right in front of you, his erection was inside of your mouth, whereas your face and head was bobbing up and down his shaft, sucking on his cock, your lips wrapped and circulated around his shaft.

Billy Gunn and Jeff Hardy, meanwhile, were standing right next to Triple H, Billy on the left side, and Jeff on the right side, and their erections were pointing right in front of your face.

Your fingers were wrapped around Billy and Jeff's shafts, their erections locked in the grip of your fists, where you cranked your hands up and down their cocks, trying to make their dicks cum.

And you were successfully making their dicks cum, some of their precum was shooting out of their cocks and on your face.

While you were masturbating Billy and Jeff, your eyes were closed courtesy of someone else's cock sliding inside your pussy hole, and that's a good thing.

That way, you won't get cum in your eyes, it stings like hell when that happens.

Plus, maybe you won't have to see the funny facial expressions Triple H, Billy and Jeff are pulling while you're busy pleasuring their cocks.

Some of their precum was also spilling down their shafts, which made them slipperier for your hands to move up and down them.

You want their precum to get on your face and not down their shafts, although, hopefully it won't get in your eyes.

And speaking of precum, Triple H's precum was spilling out of the slit of his penis head, and you could taste the precum on your tongue, some of it dripping down your throat.

Of course you swallowed the precum coming out of Trips' cock.

While you were bouncing up and down Shawn's cock, his hands were squeezing and caressing your tits, sometimes his fingers even twisted and tweaked your nipples, which felt so good.

So good, you moaned while having Triple H's cock in your mouth, your breath was fogging on his shaft.

Not only did you sucking Triple H's cock feel so good for him, your breath on his shaft felt good too.

'Tis a shame that Davey Boy Smith, Rob Van Dam and even Bret Hart aren't here, Rob's back in ECW and Davey and Bret have joined WCW.

They could probably join in and jerk off on your face or tits, and speaking of tits, maybe they could even suck your tits as well.

But...Bret doesn't get along with Shawn Michaels and he's still salty over the Montreal Screwjob and Davey is salty over both the Montreal Screwjob and Shawn Michaels refusing to put Davey over during a match in England he wanted to dedicate to his dying sister.

Besides, Bret doesn't really like you and thinks you're a whore.

While you're jerking their cocks off, you can feel how hard Triple H's cock is in your mouth and how hard Billy and Jeff's shafts are in your hands.

Their dicks aren't flaccid, limp and even squishy, you can tell that blood is filling their cocks up.

Billy, Triple H and Jeff tried to keep their heads straight and not lean them back, their face looking down at you.

"Just suck my cock, baby" Triple H ordered, his voice husky and warm, putting his fingertips, specifically the pads of his fingertips, below your chin.

"Jerk me off" Billy purred at you, his voice the same tone as Triple H's, sounding husky and warm.

Billy also put the pads of his fingers to your chin, touching your chin.

Jeff saw what Billy and Triple H were doing, and he, too, moved his hand to your chin, putting the pads of his fingertips on your chin.

This probably isn't a good idea considering you're busy gulping and swallowing down cum and their fingers are touching your chin.

You can also hear the moans that are coming out of all of these men over how good this feels for them.

While you're masturbating Billy and Jeff, Billy's head was leaning back, his eyes closed and his mouth slightly open.

You're also glad your eyes are closed, that way you won't have to see the facial expressions of these men standing in front of you.

Meanwhile, some other wrestlers in the locker room are looking at you and this little romp you're having.

Some of them are putting their fists up in the air and yelling "yyyyyyeahhhhhhhhh!!!", others are just rolling their eyes and thinking "typical" and walking away, not viewing this.

You actually heard one wrestler shout "Can I join you?!" and it's probably some ugly wrestler you don't give a crap about.

One of the things that's a rising stable in the WWF is D Generation X, who, for now, are mostly just a duo comprised of two naughty troublemakers, those troublemakers being Shawn Michaels and Triple H.

Yeah, there's also Chyna, but she never really says anything or even really causes trouble, and Rick Rude is a completely pointless member who doesn't really do anything that contributes to the group.

And what D Generation X are known for is their iconic body language known as the "crotch chop", where they motion their hands as if they're karate chopping wood, however, they point to their crotches in either an "x" shape or "v" shape.

And that's not all, they also have an even more obscene catchphrase to go along with that gesture, that catchphrase is "suck it!".

Basically telling people to suck their genitals.

Since you're giving Triple H a blowjob now, and he's a member of DX, he raised his head up a bit, where he motioned his hands on opposite sides of his genitals, forming a "v" shape next to his genitals.

That wasn't all he did.

"Suck it!!" he exclaimed, thrusting his crotch into your face while he motioned his hands to "chop" next to his genitals.

You could still hear him shout that while you and the other men were moaning, not to mention sucking cock and getting your pussy fucked, and you're sure the other men could hear you too.

Billy and Jeff tried to open their eyes and turned their heads to Triple H, Billy and Jeff's facial expressions changing from "sex faces" to smiling and laughing over hearing Triple H exclaim that.

Triple H then moved his hands from the sides of his genitals to above them, crossing his hands at the wrist to form an "x" shape above his penis.

"Suck it!" he shouted again, thrusting his crotch into your face once more, raising his crossed hands a few inches above his penis, only to quickly drop them down closer to above his genitals.

Jeff and Billy love what Triple H is doing, they should do that sometime to you soon.

And Shawn should do that with you next, especially considering he's a member of D Generation X.

And ironically enough, Billy eventually did become a D Generation X member!

Shawn wasn't just tweaking your nipples as you rode up and down his shaft, he leaned his head into the back of your neck and buried his face in the back of your neck, sometimes he let his breath out and let it out on your neck, his breath staining on your neck like it was perfume.

Shawn probably chewed some gum before you engaged in this orgy with him, you could feel his cold breath on your neck, but that's okay, because it feels so good.

Shawn's face, specifically his lips, traveled all over the back of your neck and behind your shoulders, brushing his lips and letting his

Sometimes his lips gave some kisses behind your shoulders and neck.

"Ohhhhhhh Shaaaaawn!" you cried out, leaning your head back.

You wanted more of him.

"Y'like this, baby?" Shawn purred, his voice low, warm and husky.

"Yesssss!" you whined.

"That's a good girl" Shawn purred.

He wasn't just also tweaking your nipples sometimes, but also running the pads of his index fingers over and over your areolas in circles sometimes.

Hearing his husky voice as well as having him, arguably the sexiest man in the WWF, tweak your nipples and fuck you for a long time, had to have a response come (repeat: come, and what's another word that's pronounced like "come" but spelt differently?) out of your pussy.

And that response was obviously your pussy officially cumming, your cunt releasing your salty, gooey pussy juices all over his cock, your clit throbbing like a jackhammer.

Your mouth was agape and oval shaped, your eyes were closed when you came.

While you might've came, the show isn't over yet...

Your fingers rotated around Billy and Jeff's shafts, helping crank the cum out of their dicks even more.

One by one, but not one right after the other, pretty soon, Shawn officially came inside your pussy, letting a throaty cry out of his mouth, his cock releasing his official load of cum inside your twat.

Triple H eventually came right inside of your mouth, filling your mouth up with his salty, thick cum, and you swallowed all of that cum in your mouth.

And likewise, Billy and Jeff blew their loads of cum on your face, their gooey cum dripping down your face.

However, these men didn't cum in this order.

You regret that you didn't direct Billy and Jeff's cocks to point at your tits so they could cum on your breasts, but Shawn was playing with your breasts and his hands will get covered with precum.

After this little orgy, you cleaned Triple H, Shawn, Billy and Jeff's cocks all off, while having one of their cocks in your mouth, you licked and even sucked the sperm off of their shafts and put their cum in your mouth, swallowing and gulping down their semen.

Sometimes you even tried to put more than one of their cocks in your mouth, that hurt your mouth.

Jeff couldn't believe he's having an orgy with Shawn Michaels, one of his wrestling influences and all time favorite wrestlers.

These 4 men you just gave oral sex to would love to eat out your gooey pussy with cumming dripping out of it, clean your pussy like you're cleaning their cocks now, but a man has already came inside your cunt, so they'll be tasting man cum when they clean off your pussy with their tongues!

And likewise, when you cleaned off Shawn, Jeff, Billy and Triple H's cocks, Shawn, Triple H and even Billy and Jeff did D Generation X's iconic "suck it!" gesture and shouted the catchphrase that went with it, even though Billy (for now) and Jeff aren't members of D Generation X.

D Generation X weren't the only ones to do the crotch chop and shout "suck it" to go along with the gesture, Shane and Vince McMahon and even the Rock did it, and even Davey Boy Smith did it in WCW, kinda. He did his own interpretation of it and oddly shouted the catchphrase.

#shawn michaels #triple h #billy gunn #jeff hardy #1997 #90s #wwf #fanfiction

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cashmeremars · 5 years

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Drunk At A Party (Headcanon) || s.m

pairing: shawn mendes x reader

requested: Since that happens to me last night could you make one where the reader is out with shawn and his friends drinking and stuff and she had a bit too much and ends up throwing up. Shawn makes fun of her recording one snapchat but also cares about her cleaning her up and fluff????💕

word count: 1.5k+

warnings: getting drunk, shawn making fun of you, puke, alcohol, embarrassment

a/n: this was requested like 2 years ago yikes

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So Shawn got invited to one of his friend’s house parties and thought it would be a great idea to invite you (mostly because you got pretty wild when you were drunk)

Now you’re usually a person that can hold their liquor

But you really just wanted to let yourself go tonight

Life had been stressing you out and you really just wanted to be carefree for a night

And that’s exactly what you did

But you may have underestimated how much fun you were willing to have

3 hours into the party and you were singing your heart out on a table near the dance floor

Not even dancing, just yelling the lyrics out really loudly (and very embarrassingly)

However, Shawn wasn’t completely mad at you because he thought you were pretty entertaining while drunk

It also meant he could add more videos to his album of embarrassing videos and pictures of you

It was also good black mail material to use the next time he wanted the last donut and you wouldn’t give it to him

So while you’re singing your life away like a clown on a table, Shawn is right beside you, filming you while laughing his ass off

He thinks you’re spectacular when you’re drunk so he always follows you around

Also to make sure that you’re safe but he won’t tell you that when he makes fun of you the next morning

After nearly falling off the table after trying to crowd surf, Shawn managed to take you out to the secluded balcony so you could calm down

“Here, babe. We can just stay out here for now”

“Babe? So charming” you spoke while hitting his arm slightly

“Thank you.” He spoke with a chuckle, “You’re also pretty charming, just not in this particular moment”

You snorted before slurring “My boyfriend says that to me a lot”

“I am your boyfriend” Shawn laughs, before giving you a slight pat on the head

“You’re my boyfriend? Really? But you’re too pretty to be MY boyfriend” you spoke in shock

“How?” Shawn laughed, although he was genuinely interested this time despite you being a blubbering mess

“Your hair looks perfect all the time, your teeth are as white as like” you took a pause here, trying to find the right words “ the moon or something, and you’re really tall too”

At this point Shawn’s just admiring how cute you are while pointing out his features before he realizes that you’re done talking

“What does that have to do with me not being your boyfriend?”

“I’m too ugly to have a perfect boyfriend” you say on the verge of tears

Shawn knew that you had pretty wild mood swings while you were drunk so he’d become accustomed to learning how to adapt to your moods quickly

“No no no no no. Don’t say that, baby”

“But it’s true” you say as a stray tear rolls down your cheek

Shawn wipes your tears before pulling you into his arms

“You are not ugly. Not even close. You are beautiful, kind, and also pretty funny sometimes. Don’t ever doubt yourself or our relationship. Okay?” Shawn spoke before landing a soft kiss on your forehead

“Okay” You replied as you snuggled yourself closer into him

“You smell kinda weird” you whispered with a giggle

“That’s because I’ve been surrounded by sweaty bodies for 3 hours. Still not as bad as your breath”

“My breath isn’t that bad” you said before giggling and breathing in shawn’s face

Shawn cringed as the smell of your breath fanned his nose, “It smells like alcohol, which isn’t a nice scent”

“Then we can both stink together” you laughed while looking into his eyes

You looked at him for a while. The moon illuminating his features had made him look more ethereal than usual

“If you’re really my boyfriend, why can’t I remember your name?” you asked before Shawn looked down at you and chuckled at your cluelessness

“Not sure, love. But one thing I’m sure of, is that you are my girlfriend and this is going to be a great story to tell in the future” Shawn spoke as he took your hands in his

“Maybe I should just call you Prince Charming, because you look charming, and you’re like a prince” you hiccuped

“Great explanation. I would’ve never guessed that” shawn replied smugly

He loved to tease you like that when you weren’t drunk because you couldn’t pick up on it. Which meant you couldn’t get mad at him about it

“Mr. Charming, may I please have this dance” you said as you stood clumsily and offered your hand

“Here? On the balcony” Shawn asked as his eyebrows rose

“I think that’s what I said” You said, offering your hand once again

“There’s no music playing out here” Shawn replied

“Doesn’t matter. We’re dancing anyways”

Shawn grabbed your hand as he stood and pulled you into his chest. As you got comfortable, you both started to sway slowly

“I can’t believe we’re slow dancing on a balcony while you’re drunk”

“I can’t believe you’re actually my boyfriend” you whispered as you closed your eyes and lay your head on his chest

“You’re still on that?”

“Of course. You’re just so perfect.” you sighed before speaking “I hope you’ll be my boyfriend for the rest of my life”

“That’s called a husband, and I’ll definitely be that for you” Shawn whispered to himself

“Huh?” you asked as you peered up to look at him

“Nothing.” Shawn smiled to himself, “I just love you a lot” Shawn spoke before leaning down and kissing your forehead

You gagged

Like actually gagged

And Shawn was kinda offended by that

He was like “Damn. Was it that cheesy?”

And you hesitated before saying, “I think.. I’m gonna puke” before running back into the house and finding the nearest bathroom

Shawn followed you (because that's what good boyfriends do)

Shawn held your hair back while you puked, even though he hated the smell of puke

And just puke in general

It made him queasy but he did it for you

Once you were done, you were just sat in front of the toilet, your hair was disheveled, you smelt weird, your mascara was running, you looked like death

And Shawn thought it was hilarious

So there he was in the corner of the bathroom, recording you on his phone while making fun of you

Obviously you were annoyed, but you were too tired to do anything about it so you just glared and told him to shut the hell up

Once Shawn finally turned off his camera, he grabbed your arm gently and started trying to clean you up

He used paper towels to wipe your mascara, tried to pat your hair down, and gave you some gum because your breath smelled worse than before

He then started leading you out of the house towards the car

While driving home, you passed out in the passenger seat

Shawn would look over at you at a red light and laugh to himself because you still looked kinda ridiculous

Your head was rested on the window, you had drool all over your chin, you were snoring, the piece of gum you were chewing was slowly making its way out of your mouth, and your hair was still a mess

It was honestly kind of disgusting but Shawn thought it was cute

When Shawn parked in the parking lot, he took one more photo of you before waking you up

You made your way up the stairs and sat alone on the bed as Shawn went to go find things to clean you up with

He came back with makeup wipes, water, and fresh pyjamas

Shawn wiped all the makeup off your face before handing you your glass of water

He sat on the floor in front of you as he watched you intently

“It’s rude to stare, you know” You spoke after drinking your water

“Yeah, but you look cute this way. Well, not cute cute. But cute in an awkward sort of way. It’s charming” Shawn explained as he made his way to sit next to you on the bed

“I’m tired” You spoke following a yawn

“I know” Shawn replied softly. He turned you to face him and his hand made its way to your cheek as he softly caressed it. You leaned into his touch before sighing and closing your eyes

“Let’s get you in these pyjamas and then you can go to bed” Shawn spoke before handing you your pyjamas

You got into them without much of a fuss and slipped under the covers next to Shawn

You cuddled up next to Shawn and sighed as you embraced his warmth. Shawn wrapped his arm around you and leaned his head into yours

“Shawn” you spoke quietly

“Hm?” Shawn replied with his eyes closed

“Your name is Shawn” you whispered again

Shawn laughed quietly as he looked down at you “It only took you the whole night to remember”

“I’m never getting drunk again” you replied with a slight chuckle

“Good idea” Shawn spoke as he laughed along with you

“Goodnight, Shawn, and thanks for taking care of me, my Prince Charming” you spoke as you tilted your head up towards his

He looked at you softly before averting his gaze to your lips

He landed a soft kiss to your lips before whispering a soft “Goodnight”

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masterlist

a/n: i’ve literally never drank before but my will to finish this was stronger than logical reasoning

#shawn mendes #shawn mendes fluff #shawn mendes smut #shawn mendes fic #shawn mendes fanfic #shawn mendes fanfiction #shawn mendes blurb #shawn mendes drabble #shawn mendes one shot #shawn mendes headcanon #shawn mendes imagine #shawn mendes imagines #shawn mendes angst

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angelspigeon · 5 years

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Mmmm! Can I get some Akusai fluff where it's another Seasalt Family AU one and it's mother's day and they just decide Isa is more of a mother than Lea and it's super fluffy and cute because Lea get's Isa a custom mug that says world's best MomDad?

Hi!!

Thank you much for your ask! I’m always glad to do some Akusai or Seasalt Family!!!

I got a bit carried away so I hope this will please you!!

There was no sound. No sound at all but the one of pen scratching the paper as a crowd of children was writing on their pages. All focused on the words they were reading or writing. Some even used tool to trace different form.

Mathematic control.

Roxas hated mathematic. But he hated a lot of subject, to be fair. Thought he was really bad at mathematic. He wasn’t ashamed because his dad was just like him! Or he was just like his dad. It was the same. He leaned over his not-exactly-twin-but-they-all-said-this-because-they-had-the-same-birthday-anyway, Xion. She glared at him and whispered.

“Stooop.”

“But I don’t know,” he protested in a low voice.

He glanced at the teacher, being at his desk and reading a book.

“Next time, you’ll study with papa,” she pressed.

And she tried to make a barrier with her arms. If they have the exact same reply, she was afraid the teacher would discover something and after, they could only upset their dads if they learned they were cheating.

Roxas let out a sigh and tried to complete what he could. He would have to ask Isa, mostly, to help him! The man would probably take a look at his homework and lessons and then, cooking the food, he would take care of his studies, helping with the point he had struggled with or explaining him with different words what he didn’t understand.

If he managed to have enough point, their dads won’t be sad or disappointed, at least.

He continued to write numbers, almost following the hazard, until the teacher gathered the sheet of papers. He still tried to have a few others numbers on the lines while the man was talking.

“As you know, it’s mother’s day in two weeks and we will do something for your mothers. You will ask…”

Neither Roxas nor Xion listened to their teacher, looking at each other. They never had a mother and each year it was the same thing. Everybody was doing something for their mothers. Well, almost everybody, because some hadn’t mother anymore but that wasn’t the point. Their point was that they have no mother and for the father’s day, they hadn’t enough time to do something for their both dads and it was often ugly and they threw it in the trashes and pretended nothing had been prepared. They didn’t give them those kinds of presents since four years. Since they started to realize they had strength and weakness.

But Xion wasn’t ready to let herself beat by this situation!!!

“What are you doing, Princess?” Lea asked as he was setting the table.

She was sat on the back of the sofa and was looking as Isa was reading Roxas’ book while he was preparing a pastry to roll a piece of boeuf in it. A potatoes gratin was already warming in the oven and Lea was supposed to prepare a salad… but he was rather busy doing everything but that.

“Nothing, nothing!” Xion said.

Lea put down the last plate and walked toward the young girl, taking her in his arms.

“You better not stay there because if your papa Isa sees that, he will be soooooo not happy!”

“But you will protect me!” she said with a smile.

“I will!!” he swore. “I will jump on him and kiss him to distract him!”

“Euuuurk!” she laughed, hiding her eyes, though snuggling against him.

“Don’t eurk us! That’s love!” he said. “That’s something you will discover too one day.” He frowned. “In ten years.”

“Or maybe fifteen,” Isa said.

“Or twenty!”

“When you will be in age and want it. If you want it one day,” Isa said finally. “And, instead of talking about it, why wouldn’t you come kiss me?” he offered.

“I’m here!”

Still holding Xion in his arms, he approached Isa who had Roxas’ fingers closed around the bottom part of his pullover. He liked to stay around Isa, he liked to be sure he wouldn’t be left alone but the man. Thought he closed his eyes when Lea passed his arm around Isa’s waist and kissed tenderly his lips. He leaned a bit on him and whispered:

“This smell really good. And I’m not talking about the food.”

“Step back,” Isa muttered in a smile.

He got his interested in the book again, knowing Roxas would need a lot of help for this subject. He had a lot of difficulties with that. Lea caressed the blond hairs, still hugging Isa, enjoying the presence a little bit more. He kissed his neck, discovered because the blue hairs were tied in a high bun, then forced himself to move back. He brought Xion to the table so she could help him dressing it.

In her bed, Xion was hugging her favorite plush: a white bunny she had since she was a child. Roxas had one too but his was on his cupboard because he didn’t sleep with plush! But he did sleep with a cuddly toy. Not really a toy… a yellow scarf that once used to be his dad’s.

“Roxas?” Xion called in a tiny voice.

“Hmmm?” he said, struggling against himself to not slide his thumb in his mouth.

He only did it when his fathers couldn’t see it, nor his sister. Because he was afraid he would be seen as a baby. He didn’t know Isa saw it every day when he came wake them up and let him do. If that could help him to sleep better…

“If we’d have a mother, who would it be?”

Roxas frowned and rolled toward her.

“We don’t need a mommy, we’ve daddy and papa,” he pointed out.

“Yes. Who would be our mommy?”

Roxas was still frowning.

“Between daddy and papa?”

“Yes!” she insisted.

They stayed in silent both. And, suddenly, at the exact same moment they let out:

“Papa!!!”

They both exploded in laugh. They couldn’t even stop giggling because, each time they tried, they remembered how they had said the name together and they laughed again.

The door opened.

“What’s so funny?” a voice asked.

Thought it tried to be firm and severe, it ended up in softness.

“Daddy!!” they both said.

“You’re alone?” Xion asked with a secret tone.

Lea entered in the room, closing behind him. There was a night-light in a seashell form glooming in the dark, providing a dim glow.

“I’m! Why? I’m your favorite dad now?” he smiled.

“You always have been!” Roxas swore.

“Aaaaah!”

Lea came to him and pressed a kiss on his forehead, ruffling his hairs straight and falling over his round face.

“Can you help us?” Xion asked, raising on an elbow, still holding her precious bunny.

“Of course,” Lea replied. “What’s happening.”

“Can we offer something to papa for Mother’s day?”

“To papa for Mother’s day?” Lea repeated.

He pressed a kiss on each round cheek of Roxas then got up.

“Yes, please, please, please!!”

“So we can have a day for you and a day for papa!”

“Hmmm…”

He sat next to Xion and pressed a kiss on her forehead. He was conscious both of them were looking him. Was the idea that bad?

Lea was thinking. Isa wouldn’t actually become mad at their children but he didn’t want to hurt him never. Well… he was such a mother hen with their babies and he couldn’t deny it. If he did, it would be a lie. Never a kid dared to annoy them since that day a boy, when they were only five, tugged very hard on Xion’s hair and put a chewing gum in it. Isa had to cut the hairs of his precious girl and he unleashed his rage over this child. It was just a child but he didn’t have cared at this point. No one could hurt his daughter.

“You’re right! What are you planning?” he asked. “Pasta-necklace?”

Neither of them had listened to their teacher and didn’t even try something so they were confuse.

“We can do a picture frame with seashell!” Roxas proposed.

“Absolutely awesome idea!”

And he had another idea to celebrate this. He didn’t have to but every occasion to spoil those he loved was better than a poke in the eye with a blunt stick!

Weeks passed. In the secret of their room, and sometimes helped by their daddy, Roxas and Xion prepared their presents. And they both wanted to give something to their papa so decided to give him not one but two frames decorated with seashells. Each of them doing it in their own way.

It was also Sunday which meant they were all at home and could prepare something for him!

A delicious meal.

Of spaghettis with butter and little bit of really badly cut sausage.

Of course, Isa had tried to help, knowing how bad is kitchen will look after, and ignoring why they decided to do the meal. But, in the end, they managed to take care of those spaghettis and Lea even pushed him away for the dressing of the table. He was allowed to do nothing!

Isa’s curiosity, and slight nervousness, was eased when, finally, it was time to come to eat. His plate had been generously filled with a huge amount of pasta who literally bathed in the butter. He said nothing about that and came to kiss his children’s cheek.

“Thank you, my babies,” he said. And he kissed Lea’s lips because he wouldn’t miss the occasion for it. “And thank you, my Heart.”

“Thank to you,” Lea said before coming to the chair to tug it out and help him to sit.

Not that he needed it.

“Wait, we have something!” Xion said.

Taking Roxas’ hand, she ran away with him.

“Can I know what you all prepared?” Isa asked to Lea, who sat next to him.

“Just wait, my love. You wouldn’t destroy the surprise.”

Isa nodded. But he really was curious. It wasn’t his birthday, isn’t it? Neither the day he and Lea had met or started to date or married? Lea loved to cover him with love and wouldn’t hesitate to use any date for that. He had to remember them all if he wanted to give him that love back…

The children arrived, both with their presents and ended it to Isa who smiled to them while accepting it. Obviously, he caressed their hairs.

“Now, it’s time to eat,” he said.

“But you’ll open, right?” Roxas asked, eager.

“Very well,” Isa replied. “But you eat.”

They swirled the pastas around their fork and put some food in mouth so he could open their precious present. Though, first, Isa tasted the meal they cooked for him. It was a bit too much salty and the butter was sure too present but… he didn’t care, it was coming from his babies.

He opened the package, both at once, each with one hand, so they won’t be jealous. And so, he discovered two beautiful picture frames. One was in pink-orange tone and the other was more purple-blue. And it was beautiful to him. He got up and came pressing a lot of kisses on their faces, hugging them tightly in his arms.

“You did me a beautiful gift, my babies.”

But a question still remained within him.

Why?

“I’ve something for you too!” Lea said.

Isa frowned and kissed the nose of his two babies before turning his head toward his lower, handing him a pretty box-shaped present.

“Why?”

“Open and you’ll know,” Lea smiled.

Isa got up and accepted the present, opening it, still wondering what was happening…

He pushed up the little lid and saw a cup. He took it out from it just to see a large “World’s best MomDad” on it.

“Wh…”

“HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY!!!” his little family screamed out at the same time.

He almost let fall the mug, jumping of surprise, but he saved it and blinked.

“What?” he repeated.

“We don’t have a mommy for Mother’s day,” Roxas said.

“So we decided you’ll be the one receiving mother’s presents!!!” Xion continued.

“So you’re the MomDad and I’m the DadDad!!” Lea smirked.

Isa couldn’t hide more surprise and smiled.

“You’re all too cute,” he said.

He hugged again his babies and pressed Lea to come in the hug to. If that was for them, he’d be more than happy to be a MomDad!

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yiqiie · 5 years

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IDOL PRODUCER S2: E3 THOUGHTS

every week, i’ll sit down and watch the newest episode of Idol Producer Season 2 《青春有你》and write down all my thoughts. nothing get’s left out so get ready for a bunch of memes, shit posts and rants as we get through another season of our fave survival show

feel free to send me any questions to my inbox and i’ll answer them asap!

a/n: I AM READY i’ve been so hyped after the previews i’m finally feeling a bit of the excitement i got from last season again

start time: 7:32 am

my wifi has been pretty good lately so i’m praying i won’t have to take all day to watch this ep again

THEY’RE DOING THE CALLS

NO NO NO

wait omfg yaochi’s mum

SHI ZHAN’S MUM HUNG UP ON HIM LMFAO

HIS FACE

zyx you’re a little shit ahahahahaha

also i love your dimple uwu

no one in A class ;;;;

JOLIN I LOVE YOU MY QUEEN

GUAN YUE UWU WHY ARE YOU SO CUTE MY BBY

wait i got too caught up i forgot to write something

but like what he said is true

you’ve got people who are already such all-rounded people compared to people who are maybe only good at singing so it’s gonna be harder for some people than it will be for others

i love jolin so much guys she’s teaching them move by move

i think the mentoring is so much better than last season though

i think they focused way too much on like being strict last time but this time they’re actually doing move by move teaching

it might have something to do with experience tbh

but once again jolin is the cutest human and she’s my number 1 pick lmao

hu chunyang uwu he’s so shy

i love li ronghao teaching though

YES BOY GO I REMEMBER YOUR DEEP VOCALS

the poor thing but look at how hardworking

they’re so nervous though poor babes

XU LONGHAN AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

HE’S SUCH A MEME

so baby pick-a me!

i’M CRYING

ZHANG PD LEGGO

i remember when he was teaching mask and all of the boys were doing zyx neck exercises and it WAS THE FUNNIEST THING

HOW THE FCK IS HE DOING THAT

i’m sorry i’m supposed to be focussed on the trainees but i’m mesmerised by zyx lmfao

dude that is some pretty crazy workout

balance

WHO SAID BALANCE

they’re asking pd hard questions ahahahhahahaha

CALLING THEM ALL REPORTERS AHAHHA

li wenhan teaching uwu what an aesthetic

yaochi’s smile is so adorable

GUAN YUE YOU’RE SO CUTE SHUT UP GET OUT

XU LONGHAN AGAIN AHAHHA

THAT HIGH NOTE BRUH

yao mingming is so cute honestly

oh no baby ;;;

he forgot some of his lines

YEAH BOI GOIGN UP TO B

please tell me they’re going to A

omg

i will cry

pls pls pls i’m begging

YES

YES YES YES I’M SO PROUD OF YOU BABES

i really have to get better at names

wait someone got to A

since when

what who is it???

only 7 people went up from F ;;;

please tell me someone went up to A

F TO B THAT’S AMAZING

no baby don’t cry no no no

oh shit i’m crying

YES BABE

I’M SO PROUD OF YOU

YOU DID IT

okay i’m sobbing i can’t even see my keyboard

[break while i get a tissue box]

LMAO ADDING IN A CHEWING GUM AD

lol the subtitles aren’t matching the sound

LOOK AT THAT VOCAL POWER

now there aren’t subtitles

wait no they’re back

LIAN HUAIWEI MY PRECIOUS BUB

wang jiayi you’re so hardworking i believe in you gorgeous

YOU CAN DO IT

YOU’RE IN B I’M SO PROUD

well we already know wenhan is in A

BUT I’M PROUD OF YOU BUB NONETHELESS

guan yue my number one pick baby

HE ALWAYS MAKES THIS FACE

IT’S FCKING ADORABLE

istg if zyx makes another trainee cry

NO NO NO NOPE

YOU ARE NOT DOING THIS TO ME

oof his vocal power though

LIAN HUAIWEI YOU ARE SUCH A MEME I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

‘hold me i’m going to faint’

i CAN’T BELIEVE THIS BOY

jia yi is holding the fcking yoghurt milk drink and practising

I CANNOT DEAL OMFG

honestly my heart hurts so much for these boys they work so hard

LIN MO DON’T CRY BUB

sorry lin mo crying for his teammates is making cry

wtf jia yi those vocals holy shit

lian huawei is such a meme i can’t believe this boy

GUAN YUE YOU LOOK SO BEAUTIFUL IN PINK

sorry this is turning into a guan yue fangirl rant

back to the topic

damn that’s a lot of people in A

THEY GET MORE MILK AHAHAHAHAHAHAH LMFAO

sorry HE’S SO CUTE

also did jia yi change his hair colour?????

zyx has his proud face on

casper’s ‘YOU GOIN A MAN’

xu fangzhou’s visuals though omg

honestly the improvement over three days is so much obvious this season then last year

you can really see how much they put in and how much they’ve improved

no babes don’t cry no no

‘my killing part is really weak’

SAID WHO

EXCUSE ME SIR

lmfao no one wanting to perform first ahahaha

AHAHAHAHA THAT WAS SO CUTE

LI WENHAN THAT WINK

EXCUSE ME

GO AWAY

guan yue’s smile IS HONESTLY

JIA YI

COME ON DON’T DO THAT

WHY ARE YOU SO ADORABLE

he forgot the moves because he kept smiling AHAHAHA

LIAN HUAIWEI

OMFG AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

i’m saying it again

I REALLY LOVE THEIR NEW UNIFORMS

i’m finally loving the new song

my CUTE BABY BUB

CHEWING GUM ADS

jia yi don’t smile at me like that

you know i can’t handle it

GUAN YUE

MY HEART

GAH

DON’T DO THE PHONE CALLS

DON’T DO IT

[brb getting my tissue box]

okay no one crying so far

we good

YAO CHI’S MUM AHAHAHHAHA

wait someone’s mum is brushing their teeth AHAHA

okay this is just really cute

NO NEED FOR TISSUES

this is hilarious omfg

‘it doesn’t matter if i can see you on weibo or not’

LMFAO THIS IS SO FUNNY

oh guan yue ;;;

i’ve seen people on weibo saying that they don’t want them to show this bit and that people shouldn’t make a big deal out of it so i won’t talk much

oh fuck where are my tissues

no baby don’t cry you’re making them so proud

NOPE

WE ARE NOT DOING THIS

lin mo pretending that there’s a bad signal so his mum doesn’t hear him cry

perhaps my heart is breaking

so is it gonna be this way producer team

you’re gonna make me laugh and now you’re giving me all of this emotional stuff

I CAN SEE THROUGH YOUR SHIT

no li wenhan nope no no no

i can’t even see my screen

[break while i get water]

ooooo group performances!!

what are the songs this time

pls don’t tell me there’s gonna be a PPAP level song

wait like ‘dream’ as in the season one dream???

that was god-tier

NAMANANA YES YES YES YES

no one’s gonna beat zyx though just saying

ooooo we have a ballad!

IT IS SEASON ONE DREAM LMFAO

it isn’t idol producer without some good old voting

who’s number one pick

li wenhan?

i bet it is

LOOK AT THIS BROSHIP

WENHAN YOU GO BABE

pls pick a good song though

LI WENHAN X JIAYI WHAT A BROSHIP

GUAN YUE’S SMILE IS SO ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL

4As LMFAO

AHAHAHHAHA HE WISHED FOR IT AND GOT CHOSEN

LMFAO HIS FACE

he thought he was gonna be able to chose his song

but he’s become li wenhan team’s competitor

no one wants to be chosen anymore because li wenhan AHAHAHHAHAA

wait my wifi cut off how did we get here again

oh wait three As in the other team

now we’re onto the next song

IT’S AN F BABY

WHO’S GONNA BE DANCING NAMANANA

oh the poor baby’s face ;;;;

THIS IS ACTUALLY SO FUNNY

before everyone wanted to be the next on picked

but now no one wants to be picked anymore

HE LITERALLY FELL OVER BECAUSE HE DIDN’T WANT TO BE CHOSEN AHAHAH

wait

what

one team per song can’t perform on stage at all

what the hell

what’s the point of live voting then?????

5 vocals and there are 4 rap parts AHAHHAHAH

i love how there isn’t even competing in their team they just kinda force chunyang to be leader lmfao

LI WENHAN A GORILLA AHAHAHHA I’M CRYING OMG

‘whoever has muscles, let them be centre’ AHAHAHHAHA

THEY’RE ALL CRAZY ISTFG

this is so funny i can’t believe this omg

PREVIEWS LEGGOOOO

wait they’re just kinda spoiling who’s gonna be able to go on stage

not gonna lie though isn’t that kind of unfair?

oooo these groups look really fcking good

he CHANGXI OMFG

wait li wenhan group’s outfits are low-key ugly lmao

they literally just revealed who’s performing ahahaha

honestly this is really unfair to the people who don’t get to perform

finish time: 11:03am

that’s all folks; tune in next week for another episode of mai’s shitposting whilst we suffer through another survival show together!

#idolproducernet #qcyn-net #idol producer #idol producer s2 #qing chun you ni #qcyn #青春有你 #mai shitposts #idol producer s2e3 #series: ip s2 thoughts #text posts

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polyamorousmisanthrope · 5 years

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The Great Peanut Butter Controversy of the Second Grade Summer

Virginia rolled over in her bed, poised to jump out when she saw Anjali sleeping on a mat by the bookshelf.

Dr. Rao must have been paged to come in again, she thought and started moving as quietly as possible. The last time she woke Anjali too early, her best friend was grumpy all day and even refused to play in Beediebump.

Because she wanted to be quiet, she pulled out a blue sundress and slipped it on quickly. She decided that it would be okay to skip brushing her hair, too, and just clipped it in a barrette.

She moved slowly through the silent house. She peeked into her parents’ room. Her dad’s side of the bed was empty, and her mother’s head made a dark contrast to the white sheet. Stepping even more carefully, she passed her noisy brother’s silent room. He almost looked cute, clutching the Winnie the Pooh.

Happily, she lifted a kitchen chair carefully and moved it to the counter where Mom stored the bread. She felt like she was already grown up – getting the last of the bread to make her own breakfast of cheese melted on toast with a tart green apple. With even more care, as the stairs could be noisy, she went to the basement where they kept the good TV and called up a science program about rats and how people think. The rats had electrodes in their brains and the thought gave her a delightfully icky shiver.

The announcer had just started talking about different things that happened when the electrodes were placed in different parts of the rats’ brains when she heard noisy little feet overhead followed by the heavier sound of an adult running.

“Trey, don’t you dare climb up on the counter!” Virginia’s mother shouted. The sound of a chair falling in the kitchen without the large thump of a person falling told Virginia that her mother had caught her little brother before he’d gotten up to the cupboard where there was a package of Oreos.

Virginia winced. She knew she should have replaced the chair. She also wished her brother were stealthier. If he were, she could help herself to cookies and blame it on him. But if she snuck any, Mom would notice the cookie count had gone down and no-one would believe it was Trey.

She turned off the TV, came upstairs where her mother poured cereal for her little brother and Anjali. “Did you want some breakfast, Punkin’?”

“I already ate,” Virginia said.

“Did you leave your plate downstairs?” her mother asked.

Virginia made a face and went back to the family room to retrieve the plate. “Can we watch-“

“Nope,” Mom interrupted. “Outside. Behave yourselves and I’ll have a surprise at lunch.”

Virginia and Anjali caught each other’s eyes and then they both glared at Trey. Virginia said, “That means you can’t throw my Frisbee on the roof.”

“You can’t keep me out of Beediebump, either,” Trey said.

Virginia took a breath to reply, when Mom sighed. “Squabbling counts as not behaving. Trey, don’t lose your sister’s stuff. Virginia, he’s allowed in Beediebump, same as you. And Virginia, you and Anjali are not to get your brother spun up. Clear?”

“But what if he’s-“

“No instigating!” Mom said.

“What does instigate mean?” Anjali asked. Mom liked using big words. The kids were always free to ask for a definition.

“Being mean in sneaky ways so that someone loses their temper and retaliates. Don’t look at me like that. I’ve seen you both doing it. Now, outside, all three of you, before I sell you to a Renfaire.”

Virginia considered that she’d actually like to spend all of her time dressing up, but said nothing and led the way out into the back yard to Beediebump.

Beediebump was a small copse of trees at the back of their property, bordered by other people’s well-kept yards. The trees and undergrowth made natural little private spaces where Virginia could play as if she were in her own world. The name of the land derived from the sound of her sandal on the root as she swung in her swingset, making a beedie-bump! twanging noise.

“I have an idea,” Anjali said quietly as they went out to the swing set.

“Yeah?”

“Let’s run races with Trey around the house.”

Virginia made a face. She hated running. “Why?”

“No, listen. You run a race with him, but let him win by a little bit. Then I’ll run and beat him. Then you beat him. Then we both let him win. We keep doing that till he’s sick of it.”

“Why?” Virginia asked. “I wanted to finish putting stones around the town square in Beedie Bump.”

Anjali rolled her eyes, “Because he’ll get tired and won’t bug us.”

“Okay,” Virginia agreed.

It worked, but Virginia wasn’t so sure it was worth the price. By lunchtime she was yawning and her stomach growled. But Mom was happy with all of them.

“I loved the way you were playing so nicely with Trey today,” she said, running her hand over Virginia’s head. “Want lunch on the patio or inside?”

“Inside. It’s hot.”

Mom gestured the children inside and handed plates around the kitchen table, looking pleased.

Virginia made a face. “What’s this?”

“I learned how to make bread!” Mom said cheerfully. “It’s just a peanut butter sandwich. Taste it!”

Virginia took a bite. The bread felt all wrong on her teeth and tongue and tasted strange to her. What was worse, the peanut butter had a grainy texture and wasn’t sweet enough. She put the sandwich down and made a face. Looking to her brother, she noticed the same dubious expression.

Emboldened by her hope of solidarity, Virginia burst out, “I don’t like it.”

“Virginia, that’s good homemade bread!” Mom protested.

“I like store bread better. And what’s wrong with the peanut butter?”

“Well, I made that, too,” Mom answered with a note of disappointment in her voice. “The store-bought kind has too much sugar.”

That would explain why this awful stuff isn’t sweet enough.

Mom sighed, “I thought it would be a nice surprise, but-“

“I like it,” Trey said and took a big bite.

Virginia, indignant at her brother’s betrayal, burst out. “Well, this is awful and I want the store bought kind!”

Mom got That Look and said nothing for a minute. Virginia gulped but scowled directly at her. “I won’t eat it.”

“Well, I guess you’re going to have to buy your own bread and peanut butter then,” Mom said quietly.

The three children winced. When Mom got all firm and quiet, the house could be grim for the rest of the day. Virginia, feeling like there was nothing left to lose, burst out, “Mom, that’s silly! I don’t have any money.”

“You can earn it,” Mom said with a grin both tight and harsh. “I’ll even pay you for chores. But you’re going to have to eat that sandwich if you want a deal.”

“Okay,” Virginia said with defiant bravado.

Mom smiled, rooted in a drawer and pulled out a grocery bag. “I’ll pay you a dollar every time you fill one of these bags with sweet gum balls.”

Sweet gum balls were the bane of the household. Dropped from the various sweet gum trees around the yard, the lawn mower chewed them up and scattered them across the yard so it was ugly (which bothered Mom) and you couldn’t go barefoot because it would hurt your foot (which bothered everybody).

Virginia hated picking up the prickly things. You spent forever bent over staring at the dry grass of summer trying to find the things. Sometimes you had to kind of dig them out of the dirt because someone had stepped on them.

The only good thing about them was that if you got enough bags together, Dad would use them in the barbecue pit to make hamburgers, which made everyone happy, as Mom and Dad refused to buy charcoal.

The work was boring, and she couldn’t figure out a way to make it go in any sort of logical system. She tried to get Anjali and Trey to help, but they both refused unless paid, so Virginia saw little point in that. There was no-one to talk to, nothing to read and nothing to think about but how much her back ached from leaning over and how much she hated that weird bread and peanut butter her mother made.

But she picked up three paper grocery bags full that day.

After dinner that night Dad commented with a sigh, “I guess I better go pick up sweet gum balls before I mow the lawn.”

“Virginia did that this afternoon,” Mom commented, watching Dad put his dinner plate in the dishwasher.

“What in the world did she do that you made her do that?” Dad asked.

“I didn’t make her. It was a business transaction,” Mom said. “She didn’t want to eat homemade bread and peanut butter. I told her if she didn’t want to eat what I made, she could buy her own.”

“Good move, Boo,” Dad said quietly and got that kissy look on his face. Virginia left the kitchen.

After her bath that night, Virginia went into the living room where mom sat with her laptop frowning at the screen. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m kinda stumped on what I’m going to write for my blog,” Mom said. “Can I talk about what happened today and about our agreement?”

Mom always asked if she could put personal stuff on her blog.

“I don’t want you to,” Virginia said. “Why do you have to write that, anyway?”

“It’s my job, kiddo. You don’t really want to go to daycare or something, do you?”

“I thought keeping Anjali was your job,” Virginia said.

Mom rubbed her eyes and sighed, “I have a lot of jobs, Punkin’. Where’s Daddy?”

“Getting Trey into his pajamas,” Virginia said. “Can I have a flashlight tonight?”

“If you want to, but I don’t advise reading more than a chapter if you’re going to be working tomorrow,” Mom commented. “Are you?”

“I don’t have enough for a loaf of bread and a jar of peanut butter yet, do I?”

“Nope, not yet.”

“Then yes. What can I do?”

“Lemme think about it, honey,” Mom said and kissed her.

Virginia got the flashlight out of the drawer in the sideboard, and went to her room. Dad was just kissing all of Trey’s stuffed animals good night and pulling up the blanket. “I’ll be in to kiss you goodnight in a sec, doll baby.”

With a satisfyingly big chapter book in her hand, Virginia climbed into bed. Daddy came in and pulled a chair to the bedside, spinning it around and sitting on it backwards, arms folded across the chair back. “You need to be nicer to your mother, Miss Virginia.”

“I thought you said I’m not supposed to lie,” Virginia said. “That weird bread and homemade peanut butter was gross.”

“You need to learn to be truthful and kind at the same time. It’s what grown-ups do. Don’t take advantage of Mom’s good nature, understand? If that had been my Mom…” Dad trailed off and Virginia winced. Grandma was awfully strict and had a temper.

Virginia nodded silently. Her father kissed her goodnight, and Virginia dove under the covers, happily reading an old story about a girl and her spy route, but deciding she had pushed it far enough for one day and closed the book after the first chapter.

It stopped feeling like summer to Virginia and started to feel like an endless Saturday of garden chores. Anjali didn’t come over because none of her mom’s patients had babies due, so Dr. Rao had been free to take Anjali on a quick trip to the beach.

Virginia cleared clutter away from spots on the dining room table so her mother could take pictures of summer flower arrangements for her blog. She learned to clean a bathroom, and got sent back to finish because she’d left hairs all over the counter. She deadheaded all the withered blooms from the petunias, got sticky all over her hands, and had to wash her hands at the hose outside before her mother would let her come in to lunch. She watered all the flowers in pots on the patio, hefting the heavy watering can because her mother wouldn’t let her use the hose. So she’d dragged it across a plot of Hosta and uprooted half the plants. They were just big leaves, anyway. It’s not like they were pretty flowers or anything!

At the end of the week, Virginia came to her mother and asked her if there were any more chores to do.

“You can if you want, honey, but you’ve earned plenty for what you want,” Mom said, handing her a wrinkled bill.

Virginia had never owned so much money at one time. The paper felt somehow like more than paper – heavy and slick. But it felt like more than that. It felt like possibilities and at the same time felt pitifully small in the face of all the work she had done.

“Can I think about it?” Virginia asked.

“You can always think,” Mom said. “Thinking’s good. But it’s time for us to go to the grocery store. Put that in your pocket. You’re going to need it, right?”

At the store, Trey didn’t want to sit in the shopping cart as he usually did, but insisted on going with Virginia to the bread aisle.

“I’m not buying this for you,” Virginia said. “You wouldn’t even help me pick up sweet gum balls.”

Trey took in a deep breath as if to shout about the unfairness of it, when Mom sighed, “Trey, she can do that if she wants to. Come on and get in the cart. You, Little Red Hen, can go buy your stuff.”

In the bread aisle, Virginia looked at the prices. She wasn’t good at adding up big numbers, but finally figured out that her mother was right. She had a few cents more than a loaf of bread and a jar of their usual peanut butter would cost.

She felt the bill in her pocket and frowned, thinking about the sweet gum balls, her sticky hands and the heavy watering can. The homemade bread? It wasn’t that bad. Certainly not no-play-no-fun-work-all-day bad.

She left the bread aisle and went to find her mother. On the way to the produce section, she passed an aisle with play makeup for little girls. Her mother had always been cool to the idea of her getting any – not quite saying no, but always putting her off. Firmly, Virginia took the kit in hand and went to find her mother and brother.

“I changed my mind,” Virginia said. “I’m getting this.”

“And what are you going to have for lunches?” Mom asked.

“I’ll eat the weird bread,” Virginia said. “I’d rather have this.”

Mom looked more carefully at the makeup kit and winced, muttering, “You would. Well, it’s your money, kiddo. But that’s for dress-up. Understand?”

Virginia agreed, full of satisfaction as she paid for the makeup kit with her own money. At home, she carefully put the change in her ballerina jewelry box, and arranged the make-up on her dresser, feeling more grown-up than ever to have earned the money for it herself.

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Could we get a Drabble of rain or tin in littlespace teething or possibly biting on their caregiver?

I’m stuck on a tiny Rain mood rn aaa hope this is okay ;w;

(Pls keep in mind, this is completly sfw!!)

The Aether ghoul smiled softly when they heard the wakening chirps coming from the bundle of blankets. The ghoul leaned over as he watched the lump beginning to stir until a small head popped out from the nest.

“Morin’ Rainy, did you have a good nap?” Aether chuckled lightly as he lifted the smaller ghoul from the blanket pile onto his lap.

The bassist nodded slowly as they were quick to latch onto the bigger ghoul with a content purr. He looked up to the Aether ghoul with his baby blue eyes creasing as they smiled.

“What kinda stuff did ya’ dream about? Diiiiid you dream about duckies?,” Rain smiled, shaking his head as he pressed his head into the other ghoul’s chest, “No duckies? How abooout a magical rainforest full of frogs?” Aether asked as he ran his hand over Rain’s back.

The smaller ghoul giggled at Aether’s silliness, he lifted his head up, clawed fingers moving to the base of his lips as he let out soft squaks and ghoulish chitters, explaining about his thrilling dream of being on a picnic with the other band members.

As he babbled, the water ghoul winced slightly as the nagging nuisance of pain reared its ugly head in his mouth. He had nearly forgotten about his teething issues while he had been asleep but the reality was hitting him once more.The small ghoul had gotten so lost in thought he hadn’t noticed the person who had wandered into the room.

“Hey Cardinal.”

Copia looked to the two and smiled warmly, giving a small finger wave as he walked over.“Good afternoon Aether,” he paused when he saw the water ghoul seated on the lap of the other, he knelt slightly to come eye to eye with him, “And hello little one.” Rain hid his face as he shyly waved to the Cardinal. He knew Copia, he trusted him, however, it was his natural reaction being that he was simply a shyer ghoul.

Aether smoothed the cowlicked hair of the other ghoul as his eyes flicked to the Cardinal, “Say, would it be alright if you watch him for just a quick second? I’ve gotta grab his bag in the other kitchen."

Copia nodded, "I don’t mind in the slightest, it’s always a pleasure, what do you think about that Rain, hanging out with uncie-cardi-c?”

Rain bounced excitedly at the idea, feeling himself being lifted and transferred to the lap of the other man, still looking to Aether as he stood up.

“I’ll be right back buddy,” Aether said before heading out of the room.

When the bigger ghoul left the room, Copia looked to the water ghoul. Curiosity filled him when he gently touched the seemingly wet collar of the ghoul’s shirt. Rain watched the man and slowly grasped for the fingers. Copia chuckled.

“Yes, those are fingers, Rainy.” The man said as he gave them a small wiggle as they were held.

Rain’s eye’s widened, his slit pupils dilating before moving the fingers into his mouth. Copia arched his brow when he felt his finger resting in the ghoul’s mouth.

“Ah, ah, ah, fingers aren’t for little mouths how about we get yo- OUCH-!” The Cardinal’s eyes widened when the ghoul bit down on the tender flesh, however, he didn’t pull away from the ghoul, in slight fear that if he did he would be losing his digits in the process.

The water ghoul heard the pained noise of the man, he lessened on the pressure, opting for small knawing motions as he pressed the fingers onto the irritated gums.

“Guess who’s back with some apple juice!” Aether announced as he entered the room. He stopped in his tracks when he saw what was in front of him, he nearly couldn’t contain his smile when Copia looked up to the other ghoul.

“You didn’t mention he was teething still,” Copia said as Rain continued to nip and knaw at the fingers.

“You didn’ ask there, love. Why didn’t you give him his teether?” Aether asked he was pointed to the teething ring besides the two.

Copia turned his gaze to the small ghoul, who let out a soft giggle when he saw the look of the man, “He was too happy, I couldn’t take that away from him.”Aether shook his head with a chuckle as he sat next to them, “You’re spoiling him there Copia, but I have to give you kudos, you can handle his bites, not even Dewie can handle that."

The ghoul said as he softly patted the water ghoul’s shoulder to gain his attention, "Let’s stop snacking on the poor Cardinal’s fingers and have some juice, okay?” He said as he held out the sippy cup for the ghoul.

Rain paused for a moment, slowly he released the man’s fingers and began to grab for the juice.

Aether bundled the ghoul up as he placed the cup into his hands, looking to the Cardinal as he wiped the saliva off on his cassock.

“Sorry ‘bout that, Cardinal I didn’t take Rainy as a bitter with this."

Copia smiled and shook his head, "It’s all alright, he wasn’t bitting hard, it was like, well I suppose, like a kitten. It was, cute.”

Aether chuckled as he felt the ghoul leaning close to him, “Well if you ever want to quit being a Cardinal and become a live-in chew toy I would have plenty of work for ya’.”

#hifushi aaa i've never written this stuff before #m #rain ghoul #aether ghoul #sfw #tiny talk #drabble

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