#alex🍄

[possession1981-moving]

that’s CWAZY I’ve never heard of summer camps outside of the us and like. outside of rich people being able to go only 🫣🥴

i actually think there are still camps at least in stockholm that are primarily subsidized for lower income kids but i’m not 100% sure. we did have them a few years ago though but the programs were def much bigger back when my siblings were kids. but yeah there are also of course loads of the camps that are for rich kids usually they’re also themed like for kids who wanna get into the music industry or shit like that.

[puck-luck]

play house with me | alex lyon

warnings: breeding kink HEAVYYYYY, use of mommy/mama/daddy but it’s very brief and not always related to the sex, obvious creampie???, childhood best friends to lovers &&& co-parents LOVE, mentions of breastmilk during the fucking (alex will totally want to try said breastmilk when it comes in), dirty talk pairing: alex lyon x fem!reader request: yes (alex lyon gets reader pregnant woohoooooo) wc: 2940

Everyone has made a deal like this before– especially those with guy best friends, like you. It didn’t help that you had had an on-again, off-again crush on Alex since you both were teenagers and he had grown into his looks. You had known him for practically your whole life and Alex was the picture-perfect boy next door with his dark curls and goofy personality, so it was a no-brainer when Alex proposed a pact. 

You were both eighteen at the time, ready to go your separate ways for college. It was late, a warm and humid summer night, and you and Alex has just gone for ice cream. You were picking at your cup of ice cream with your spoon, watching it melt in the rapid summer heat. It was then that Alex said, “You know, if we’re thirty and neither of us are with someone else, we should have a kid.”

It was no secret that you wanted to have kids, nor a secret that Alex wanted to have kids, so the deal was a no-brainer. You said yes, not thinking much of it because… why wouldn’t you be with someone by age thirty?

Well, it’s funny. Yesterday was your thirtieth birthday, and here you are: single. Frustrated and annoyed can also describe your current state. 

Alex had texted you the day before to wish you a happy birthday, promising to see you when he came back into town today. He should be on the way to your apartment right now and all you can think about is the deal you made twelve years prior. 

You had no doubt about it– you wanted to have a baby and you wanted to do it with Alex. You just had to broach the subject, but you were torn about how to bring up the deal without sounding desperate or weird. There was a chance Alex wouldn’t even remember your deal, even though he was the one who thought of it in the first place. 

When he arrives and knocks on your front door, you let him in with an awkward hug hello. It’s only awkward because you know that you’re about to ask him something that will change your friendship and relationship forever. Alex, always able to read you like an open book, notices that you’re acting weird immediately and calls you out on it.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” Alex asks, quirking an eyebrow at you with a bemused smile. “Are you alright?”

You groan, rolling your head back. “How do you always know?”

Alex’s smile turns into a proud smirk. “Because I know you. What are you thinking about?”

“Just some stuff about you and turning thirty,” you reply, ready to explain yourself further.

Alex interrupts. “Thinking about our baby pact?”

You balk at him, shocked. “How did you know?”

“Again– because I know you.” Alex repeats. His gaze takes in your features, admiring you. He brushes a piece of hair behind your ear. “Plus, it’s part of the reason why I wanted to see you today.”

“Oh, yeah?” You ask, a little laugh tinging your words. “You wanted to come over so we could discuss babies?”

“Isn’t that why you agreed to have me over?” Alex answers with his own question, smug because he knows he’s right. “So that we could even go a little further, since you’re thirty now, and our pact has to come to fruition?”

You blush, biting your lower lip and rolling your eyes. You’re pretending to be annoyed, but you’re really just fond. Alex does know you best, can practically read your mind and provide you with anything you want before you realize you want it. Before now, that mostly related to when you could go and get food together– he always knew exactly what you were craving, always taking you to the right restaurant that would hit the spot and satisfy you indefinitely. 

Now, it’s a much bigger decision, one that will change your lives forever, but Alex is completely on board. So are you.

Once again, it’s a no-brainer.

“I wouldn’t complain,” you tease, purposefully coy. 

“Good.” Alex sweeps you off your feet, carrying you over one shoulder. “We can talk about everything later. I’ve been dying to get my hands on you for years.”

He says it casually, like that’s not the most Earth-shattering revelation you’ve ever heard. You and Alex had always toed the line of flirtation and all of your friends swore that you were meant to be, but things had never gone this far. You and Alex had never kissed, save for one accidental peck when you turned your cheek in surprise and caught his lips, the ones intending to meet your skin in a sweet greeting. It had caused a laugh, but it was the closest to romance that you and Alex had ever physically experienced. 

Now, he’s tossing you on your bed and climbing above you like this is an everyday occurrence. 

“Alex,” you say, putting a hand on his chest to stop his movements. “Are you really, really sure about this? It’s a big decision.”

“I’ve wanted to have a baby with you since I was five years old and you made me be the daddy when we played house,” Alex replies, leaning down to capture your earlobe between his teeth. “You were the mommy to our little baby doll and the idea never left my mind. Now we’re thirty, single, and I think we should make my dream a reality. I’m all in, Y/N.”

A breath of relief leaves your lungs at his reassurance. He mouths along your jaw, coming to hover with his lips just out of reach of your own. You look up at him, waiting for him to make a move. 

Alex looks up from your lips, finding your eyes. “Are you really, really sure about this?” He parrots back, lips twisting up at the edges. “You’re the one who’s going to be tasked with carrying our baby.”

You make a soft noise of assent, the breathy moan pulled from your stomach like a gut-punch. 

Alex chuckles. “You like that, huh?” He brushes a kiss against the left corner of your mouth, then the right. “You’re going to look so pretty all swollen and full of me. I want it so bad, Y/N. I’ll give you as many babies as you want. I might have to keep you pregnant all the time– you’re going to glow, darling.”

Moaning again, you bring your hands up to his face and pull him into you, crashing your lips against his. Eager and desperate, you kiss him until you’re breathless and your cheeks have gone hot. As far as first kisses go, this is your favorite one you’ve ever had. Alex is confident and just as eager as you are, his tongue filling your mouth and tasting you like he could devour you. Inadvertently, you find yourself wondering how his tongue would feel against your clit and your entrance, but that can wait for another time.

Another time, because this will certainly be happening again. It’s the easiest decision you could ever make, seeking out Alex again. You’re comfortable with him, you’re happy when he’s around, and you love him deeply. You know him and he knows you. Your friends were right all along– you two are meant to be.

“Do you want it? I need you to tell me,” Alex implores between kisses, allowing his hands to roam over your body. 

It’s distracting and it takes a moment for his words to click, especially when his hands find their way under your shirt and start to pet over the skin under which your ribs reside. 

“I want it,” you cry when Alex’s fingertips graze your underboob. You whine when his fingers withdraw from your middle, but Alex soothes you with a whispered coo and a soft kiss to your lips.

He lifts your shirt over your head, leaving you in your bra underneath him. He grabs his own shirt by the back collar, pulling it over his head and revealing his bare chest to your wandering eyes. You drink him in, running your hands all over his warm body and feeling the ridges of the muscles he’s worked so hard to build and maintain over the years. 

He brings a hand to your chest, cupping the swell of your breast and fishing your boob out of the article of clothing, pinching your nipple. After one final kiss, Alex brings his lips down and replaces his fingers with his teeth, nibbling at the peak of your breast before sucking. 

You arch your back, your hand fisting his curls again. You moan out a wanton sound and you can feel Alex’s lips curve into a smile against your skin. He releases your nipple with a wet pop, kissing over your sternum and up your neck. 

“So pretty, mama,” Alex mumbles against your skin, lips warm and scarring. You wish you could tattoo the path he takes along your chest, physically marking your body permanently so you never forget this. “Let’s make a baby, hm? Give me a real reason to use that name?”

“Give me a baby,” you agree, tousling his curls. “I wanna make you a daddy, Alex.”

Alex groans against your skin, popping the button on your jeans and drawing the zipper down. His mouth doesn’t leave your body, not even for a second as he struggles to work the tight denim down your body. 

You adjust yourself on the bed, helping him push the fabric down. You take to his own bottoms, tugging eagerly at his waistband until he gets the hint and removes his shorts. You push him down, making him sit back against the headboard. You swing a leg over his lap, straddling him. Still separated by the barrier of both of your underwears between you, you sink down on his bulge in a satisfying grind. 

Alex’s hands find your hips, pulling you flush against him and rolling his own hips. He reconnects your lips, swallowing every sound you make and vice versa. He’s straining against his boxers, pulsing against you with each grind.

“I want to ride you,” you tell Alex. “Just like this.”

Alex moans, closing his eyes and throwing his head back, knocking it against the headboard in the process. “Fuck,” he breathes out. “Want me to prep you?”

“No, I want to feel everything,” you say. “I want to feel your big cock stretch me all on its own before it fucks a baby into me.”

Your words only spur him on and he jostles you on his lap as he tries to remove his underwear without feeling your absence. You take matters into your own hands and remove yourself from his lap to take off your own underwear, tossing it onto the floor without another thought, the thin scrap of fabric joining the rest of your scattered clothes. 

Both bare and dripping, you climb back on top of Alex, fitting his cock between your folds to grind against him before allowing him to breach your entrance. You spread your slick all over his member, using his precum and your wetness as lube. 

Alex whines at the contact, clutching at your skin desperately after he removes your bra with both hands. Your boobs sit prettily on your chest, drawing Alex’s eyes and causing his pupils to swell. He cups one and licks over the nipple he hadn’t previously sucked, needing something to occupy his mouth and muffle his sounds. He’s far gone– the idea of filling you up has him channeling something primal, overtaken by his instinct to stuff you with his cock and thoroughly breed you.

He wasn’t lying when he said he’d been thinking about it for years– one of the images that caused him to spill over his fist countless of times in his twenties was just this: fucking you bare and starting a family with you, forever entertwining your souls and destinies in an irreversible way. You would be his, in this way, forever. He could shoot off now thinking about it, but the promise of the real thing stops him.

And the real thing comes sooner than he thinks, with you rising up onto your knees and lining him up with your entrance. You lower yourself down slowly, achingly slow. It takes everything out of Alex to not buck up into your heat as the head of his cock enters you with a jolt.

The sigh that leaves your mouth and the roll of your eyes chips away his restraint even more than your heat. All of your pretty noises are like a watering hole in the middle of the desert to Alex– and he’s lapping them up. 

“Y/N,” Alex moans as you work your way down his shaft. Your walls hug him tightly, squeezing him as you take his cock. “Fuck, you feel so good. You’re made for me.”

“Alex,” you sigh, pressing his forehead against yours. You’re unable to form many words other than that– melting into a puddle of moans and whines as you find yourself sinking fully onto his length, enveloping him entirely. He reaches the deepest part of you, his tip nudging your back wall. 

“Can’t wait to see these tits all full of milk,” Alex tells you, filling in the gaps of silence. He reaches up, cupping the weight in his palms and kissing over the smooth skin in his hands. “You’re going to be so great to our baby.”

You start to bounce on his cock, tossing your head back as the ecstasy of fulfillment washes over you. His words just spur you on.

“You’ll take care of them so well, won’t you?” Alex asks, his question rhetorical.

Your response is a moan and a stutter in your rhythm, which causes Alex to take over. He flips you over without pulling out, your back hitting the mattress and knocking the breath out of you.

Alex practically breathes life back into you when he kisses you, insistent but charged with the sweet love that you share for each other. It’s the love that you’ve shared since you were kids– and now, it’s the love that you’ll pass along to your child. 

“Fuck, Alex,” you whine at the thought, unable to keep it to yourself. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Alex says, kissing you again. His thrusts are harder in this position, hitting you deeper. 

It feels impossible, being in this position with Alex. Yes, your friends had always said that you and Alex were meant to be, but there was a line you’d never crossed. You never expected to cross it. Now, with Alex inside of you and filling you so well, ready to start the next chapter of your lives with each other, you can’t imagine it any other way. 

Alex continues, pushing you further towards your peak. “This pussy was made to take my babies, huh? Made just for me?”

“Yeah,” you agree, breathless, pulling Alex down to connect your lips. You can barely handle the words, much less the little noises and grunts that fill your mouth during the kiss. 

It’s like you’re becoming one being. Everything is perfect, and you’re feeling so good that your orgasm approaches quicker than expected. 

“Alex, ‘m gonna come,” you let out, holding him tight.

“Let it go, lovebug,” Alex coos, tracing the line of your cheek with a light touch. “I’m right there with you.”

Your eyes roll back and your mouth opens in a silent scream. Alex continues to fuck into you, prolonging the waves of pleasure that overtake you with each bump of his cockhead against your g-spot. You’re moaning unintelligibly, jumbled words falling from your mouth and barely reaching Alex’s ears. 

He shoots off when you keen into his mouth, teeth clashing in a messy union that has you on the verge of laughter. You’ve never laughed during sex before, but it just seems right. Everything with Alex seems right.

His seed fills you and warms you from the inside out, settling deep in your core and coating your walls in the weirdest, most unique feeling you’ve ever experienced. You can feel the come dripping down from your ridges, letting gravity take control as it starts to leak out of you when Alex pulls out. 

You pout, closing your legs as much as you can with Alex still between them in order to keep his release from leaving you, desperate for it to take. 

“Don’t worry, Y/N,” Alex soothes, brushing your hair away from your face and thumbing over the sweat on your brow. 

You don’t reply, enamored by the way his own curls have gone sweaty and his cheeks and dusted with a blush from the exertion of your union. You bite your lip as Alex opens his mouth to speak again, admiring his straight white teeth in a moment that should be weird, but isn’t. You hope your baby has his teeth– no need to pay for braces, not that that’s something you’d have to worry about with Alex’s salary.

“We’re going to go again in a bit, I think,” Alex muses, his words a proposition rather than a command, despite his definitive tone. He kisses over your face, little pecks that make you giggle again. His lips find yours, sweet and chaste. When he pulls away, he whispers conspiratorially in your ear. “Gonna fuck you all night to make sure this takes.” He winks, a smile crossing his face. “Join me in the shower, mama? I want to wash your hair for you.”

note: this is for my lyon girlie who was all up in my asks, ily <3 i hope i captured your man well and you enjoyed this <3

[lowkeyrobin]

Hello it’s 🍄 and I was wondering if you could have Quackity x reader where he teaches them Spanish swears with out he knowing so maybe there on stream on something and the reader gose to say bye or something and it’s just a swear.

Have a great day/night

hi 🍄!!! ; and yes of course !! I really like this prompt lol ; have a good day/night to you too 🫶🫶 ; fair warning I had to use Google translate so bare with me LMFAO ; this is also really short bc I deleted like 400 words bc it was just dragging along and got boring 💀💀💀

QUACKITY ; idioma [language]

summary ; Alex is a little bitch and tricks you into learning Spanish curse words

warnings ; language, google translate

genre ; fluff

word count ; 389

masterlist

You sit next to Quackity while he streams, joining him while the food you were making was cooking in the oven. He turns to you, asking if you actually understood anything when he spoke in Spanish.

"I know like, four words" You admit with a chuckle, sitting criss-cross on the chair, fidgeting with your fingers, "But no, not like, at all. Which is why I always stare at you blankly when you speak in Spanish around me"

"Do you wanna learn some basic phrases?"

You shrug, "Yeah, sure. I've been meaning to try and pick up Spanish classes." You nod and run a hand through your hair with a little smile, fully focusing on him.

"Okay..." He hums, trying to think of some basic phrases. "Let's start with hello, hey, and hi, alright?"

You nod.

"Hello is Hola, of course, pretty sure you know that" He begins, lightly smiling, "Hey is Ey, and Hi is also Hola"

You nod, giving him a thumbs up. "How would I like... introduce myself?"

He glances at his chat before turning back to you, "Well, 'Hi, my name is Y/n' would be 'Hola, mi nombre es Y/n" He informs you, "Try saying it"

"Hola... mi nombre es Y/n" You speak, talking a little broken and slightly mispronouncing words as you do so.

"Good, good, mi amor!" He smiles, "Okay, now I'll teach you a few basic phrases. 'Chupo pollas' means 'Goodbye" [I suck cocks]

"Chupo pollas?"

He giggles, "Yeah, yeah"

His chat slowly starts to gain on him, but obviously not many people notice.

"Okay, 'How is your day' translates to 'Hijo de puta" [son of a bitch]

You repeat the phrase, earning a giggle again. Your phone alarm goes off, signaling the food that was in the oven was done cooking. You quickly stand up and slide the chair to the side, waving to chat as you leave.

"Chupo pollas, chat!" You wave, quickly exiting the office.

Once the door closes, Alex's red cheeks are shown, once hidden by a hand over his mouth. He instantly cackles, explaining that he'd taught you a few nasty phrases instead of what he'd told you he was teaching you.

"Oh my fucking God, I can't believe they fell for that!"

"I didn't, you hijo de puta, you're cooked for that"

"Oh shit!"

[cod-dump]

Okay but imagine

The 141 land at a new base as there’s a new mission coming up. As they’re offloading from the transport heli, the base’s loudspeakers crackle on, but instead of an announcement, they start blasting a song (eg When I Grow Up by Pussycat Dolls).

So now they have to walk from where they landed to their rooms.

Soap is STRUTTING.

Definitely not Alex or a Kortac member trolling them

-🍄🦊 (the nonnie who walks to the beat of music accidentally)

They didn’t even question it when the music started blasting. But when Soap started to walk in beat with it? Gaz almost tripped when he saw how Soap was walking. Price was ahead of him so he didn’t see what he was doing. Ghost may or may have not lagged behind in order to get a better view. Later they discovered that Alex was the cause behind the music. He was laughing hysterically when Price found him in his office.

[yoohyeon]

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[witchofthemidlands]

after both alex & justin were granted their powers max should get to come back as a villain for justin doing this. to be fair it is not even that much of a stretch to imagine max being an anti-hero seeing as he did in fact murder alex's girlfriend stevie

[imobsessed123]

time for ur would you rather!

would u rather have an amazing huge house but you live alone, or a average house but live with your best friend(s)!

have a lovely night <3

-🍄 anon

Hey anon!! This one’s easy, I’m choosing the second option so I can live with @thishumanformislimiting and @thesfromhms hehe

[stayxlix]

(only for answering when ur ready!! <333)

the greedy coconut council has asked for a small teaser 😞 whatever we get, we will receive with love!!

- 🍄💞

hi my love💕 okay so i totally thought i was prepared to respond to your ask the moment i saw it..but then, i realized i wanted to make it extra special for our beloved council president by including a couple spoilers instead of just one…which meant i had to wrap up a scene first and thattttt is why it took me so long to get back to you.🥹 lol im so sorry to keep you waiting so long but hope this gives you a taste of what’s coming in the next chapter!!🤭 your excitement for the story means the world, and i can’t express how much i appreciate you hanging in there with me.<333

definitely some spoilers ahead so read on at your own risk.. (no major warnings though aside from the usual theme/plot elements). i hope you enjoyyyy🤗💕

1.

Felix had always been able to divide fear into two distinct entities.

The first was immediate, tangible. The kind of fear he had grown accustomed to. Like an old, unwelcome companion. The kind that crept beneath his skin when he could no longer ignore hunger’s gnawing ache. When he observed the hollow eyes of his companions after scouring the barren landscape, only to return empty handed. It was the frigid air that seeped into his bones during long winter nights, when he was reluctant to close his eyes for fear that he would not open them again. The kind that set his pulse racing when footsteps echoed too closely in the darkness. 

The second was deeper, a phantom kind of fear that stained the recesses of his soul. It was a desperate gasp for air in the suffocating grip of hands that devoured the weak. The cool touch of steel against skin that bore the marks of a merciless world. It was fear in the phantom weight of invisible chains that had once coiled around his neck—chains wielded by demons from a past that still clawed at the fragile barriers of his sanity. It was the dread that he would wake up one morning to discover a void where seven—no, eight souls had once stood beside him. To find his humanity stripped away again, replaced by the savage instincts he had once fought so hard to overcome. 

The kind of fear that crept into his dreams belonged to the second category.

Nearly six hours had slipped away since the first glimmer of morning light, when you had woken Felix from the nightmare.

"Felix,” your voice—your real voice—not the distorted echo from his nightmare, had called out. Clear and reassuring, summoning him from the depths of his own subconscious. 

“Felix, wake up. You’re dreaming.”

His eyelids shot open, pupils dilating wildly as they struggled to adjust. A sharp gasp pierced the stillness as his body surged forward. Disoriented, his hands instinctively sought you out as he struggled to untangle the threads of the nightmare from reality.

"It's okay,” you whispered, your fingers gently gripping his shoulder. "You're safe."

You’re safe, you had said. And those words, while meant to be comforting, had almost caused Felix to laugh. At the absurdity of the idea that he could ever be tormented by a nightmare involving his own safety, his own harm.

His head lifted, glossy eyes still clouded with the remnants of fear. Yet, relief began to glimmer within their depths. Because your lips were not stained red. There was no blood-soaked knife clutched in his hand, no imaginary blade pierced through your chest. 

Felix drew in a shuddering breath, reality slowly stitching itself back together. Piece by piece, thread by thread.

You watched him closely, concern dancing in your eyes as you tried to grasp the torment of whatever horrors he had witnessed in his sleep. And then you’d sighed, heavy with affection and a touch of sadness, before shifting closer. 

Your arms enveloped his shoulders and to his own surprise, Felix didn't resist your touch—though maybe he should have, given what his subconscious had just inflicted upon you. But he couldn’t find the strength to keep his arms from making their way around you in return, surrendering to your embrace and the solace it offered.

His head dropped to your shoulder and the tension in his muscles eased. Warm touch met cold, trembling skin. The physical contact was grounding—you were grounding. A lifeline anchoring Felix to the reality he so desperately needed to return to. 

He strained to listen until the steady rhythm of your heart found his ear. In the stillness, the sound grew and grew until it was the only thing he heard. Every beat was proof that you were real, breathing and alive. But as the moments stretched Felix began to fear that it might slow, that every beat might be the last before an eternity of silence, that he would look up to find a dagger buried in it once again and—

The air in his lungs became thin, his grip tightened involuntarily, his fingers dug into your back—“I couldn’t do anything," his voice rumbled low, muffled by the fabric of your shoulder. And he didn't even know what he was saying but the words had come out trembling, as if the nightmare had lodged itself in his throat, constricting his vocal cords. 

“It’s okay,” you hushed, your lips grazing his ear in a soft caress. “It’s just a dream,” you repeated, “It can't hurt you."

But it's not about me, he thought. It's not about me, it's not about me. Yet it remained a silent confession. Because he could not bring himself to tell you the real reason the nightmare had left him so shaken. A quiet truth that hung heavily in the air, tethered to the ghost of the gruesome image of you that still clung to his mind.

With a gentle tug, you encouraged him to join you in lying back down. Felix hesitated, his gaze falling toward the amber light painting the cave’s entrance—a reminder of the world beyond, of the harsh reality waiting outside. But you cupped his cheek and with a tender smile and the quiet utterance of his name, you convinced him to stay. 

Your bodies melded together against the uneven contours of the cave floor. Your fingers threaded through his disheveled hair, tracing the curve of his scalp with each gentle stroke.

Another hour might have unfolded as you clung to each other in silence, but it never would have been enough. Time slipped away, ignoring Felix's silent plea for it to slow.

When the rest of the boys began to stir, you shared a silent glance and despite his obvious reluctance for you to withdraw, slowly, gradually, you did. Your fingers left Felix’s hair and his hands slid away from your back. He let you go, his eyes followed your retreat, and the ache in his chest returned at full force.

You reclaimed your original spot a few feet away, stretching as you covered a yawn. Your casual expression revealed nothing of the profound moment—the profound night—you had shared with Felix. A night of stolen intimacy, waiting to resurface again in the quiet moments when the world turned its back.

—

2.

Together, you began to break off the dead branches. The brittle material snapped easily underneath your grip, the silence interrupted only by the sharp cracking of wood as you worked. But your fingers stilled when you caught sight of that thin bracelet adorning Minho’s wrist. The trinket glimmered softly in the fading light. Its delicate beauty contrasted sharply with your surroundings, reminding you you once again of the life you had left behind—the privileges and sorrows intertwined in your past.

You studied the intricate design and elegance of that gold piece...so out of place.

Why wear it out here, where its value could mean a death sentence?

Lost in the depths of your thoughts, you didn't notice the pause in Minho's own movement. His fingers wrapped around a branch while his gaze bore into you, even as yours remained fixed on the bracelet.

In that moment, a daring impulse seized you. Screw it, you thought. The seething hatred you held for District 9 and the memories it carried ran deep, yet a peculiar sense of relief washed over you in the knowledge that Minho might understand in a way that the others couldn’t. And for the briefest instant, you allowed yourself to wonder if perhaps Minho shared the same longing for someone who understood.

Screw it.

“If I hadn’t already known you were from District 9,” you said softly, “that would confirm it.” You brought your eyes from the bracelet to meet his gaze as you resumed your work, snapping another branch.

Minho’s own eyes tinged with something darker than nostalgia as he let out a dry chuckle. “There's no sob story to it, if thats what you’re wondering. No lost loved one, no tragic incident. It's just a piece of metal.” There was a sense of finality in his tone, an attempt to seal off the conversation, maybe. But your intuition sensed the unspoken pain behind his words.

“If it doesn’t have any meaning,” you pressed, “then why wear it? Isn't it dangerous? Valuable things like that..I’m sure people would kill for them out here.”

Minho’s eyes flitted away, as if trying to decide whether or not to continue. “It did belong to my mother,” he admitted, “but I don’t wear it for her. She was a cruel women and she probably still is. I have no love for her memory." His gaze met yours again, firm and resolute. “I wear it because it reminds me of why I left.”

—

3.

"If your father finds you before you reach Miroh," the man stated, his voice dropping to a low, gravelly whisper. “If the rebellion fails, he will kill them all. And he will save that one," he jerked his chin in the direction of Felix's sleeping form, "for last."

Your heart tightened with fear at the implication. "If you love that boy, tell him.” The man's eyes bore into yours, urging you to understand the gravity of his words, “even if you think you may love him, tell him. Before it is too late."

[sketchymj]

Nonbinary mushroom fren 🍄💛🤍💜🖤

[alex-just-vibing]

Mold and Fungus actually have preference for the bugs they eat in the soil. Mold prefers beetles (crunchy) and Fungus prefers worms and grubs (soft)

It's cute in a way.

Awwwwhahahqhwehshawwwww :33

[possession1981-moving]

remember me when you get given a star on the hollywood walk of fame but get a restraining order on this fucking weirdo in your inbox 🫣

as if i would ever NOT remember u my meoweks… but so true i need a restraining order like help

[valentinsylve]

Tell me the name of god you fungal piece of shit

I had a really bad migraine last night, but I've run out of everything except these hungarian pain killers my dad gave me 9 years ago, anyway I don't remember anything and I can't feel my tongue and the only thing in my search history is this

[lowkeyrobin]

Hi there I absolutely loved the last request I made so here’s another idk if you do these types of one shots if not ignore Quackity and reader ylyl and like one of them either reader or Quackity (you can pick) is one there last laugh or whatever and like the other one is one like full so the one with one heart tries to make the other one laugh .

I am so sorry if that’s confusing -🍄

ooooo I love this! thank you 🍄 anon! ; and don't worry, I think I got it lol, I understand just fine 🫶🫶 ; this is so unserious and stupid and short so I apologize LMFAOO

QUACKITY ; ylyl

summary ; doing a ylyl with quackity was a great decision

warnings ; language

genre ; fluff

word count ; 287

masterlist

"Jesus Christ, how the hell do you still have two lives left?"

"Don't be a sore loser, Q"

"No, we're going until you run out of lives." He laughs, unpausing the stream media player.

"Peter, the horse is here"

You don't even flinch, you just shrug, "That's not even funny anymore, people overused it" You hold up a thumbs up as Alex bickers with you over the funniness of the Family Guy meme.

"Chat, send in better memes, I need to make them laugh!" He slowly turns back to you, doing the Chad face to try and make you crack.

You stare at him with a face of light concern, blinking a few times before turning back to the screen. "Someone send help"

The next video plays the video of the kid with the cat, holding it by the scruff.

"What is that?"

"It's a dead raccoon!"

"That's not a raccoon!"

You immediately cackle, hiding your face in your hands while Alex laughs at and with you.

"You lost a life, you lost a life!" He shouts, bouncing around in his seat. He quickly takes another life away, leaving you with one.

A few more videos pass and you're managing to hide any laughter, biting on your tongue to stop yourself. But then, the forbidden meme, the awful, horrible meme that made you laugh everytime.

"SODA!"

It was like the world shook around you, like a blurry, rippling effect covered your eyesight. You sit silent, hearing the voice echo in your mind as you giggle, accepting your defeat.

Quackity yells, throwing his hands up in celebration while the chat explodes.

"You lost to the Joe Biden meme!?"

"Shut up. I can't believe I just laughed at that"

[sm-baby]

Hey wanted to ask. Does Able have a voice claim?

[witchofthemidlands]

i am gnawing through the power cables <3 i am chowing DOWN on drywall 😨 this is THE show the show from my childhood.

[perpetualmushrooms]

"this is ass" is better than anything i could ever create

he's so....

based on my post snake assigning alex kralie the yellow lipped sea krait... this is ass