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yandere-dark-cupid · 2 years ago

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Fnaf animatronic OC: Nurse Anna

Name: Annabelle Jackrabbit

Position in the Pizzaplex: Nurse, Mechanic, and technician

Location in the Pizzaplex: Hearts Clinic ( it's a mini hospital )

Description: Nurse Anna/ Annabelle Jackrabbit is a rabbit based animatronic with a pink coat and some lighter pink hearts, the most notable ones are on her chest and another on her left eye. Her eyes are a lilac color. She has short curly pink hair with some red streaks in them and loose curly bangs covering her eyes. She typically has her lips painted scarlet and sometimes black, she also has a mole above her lips. She's 6'7 tall. Her body is curvy with a large bust. Large rabbit ears with 3 piercings in each. Is usually seen wearing a black and pink nurse uniform with her added accessories ( her black hearts stockings, red lollipop earrings, hearts and pills hair clips, etc. ).

Abilities: Can hear from long distances. Can jump long distances

Likes: K- dramas, C- dramas, books, writing, plants, fashion, comic books, ghibli films, silence, self-care, crime shows ( law and order are one of her favorites ), daydreaming.

Dislikes: Rude patients ( this mostly applies to adults ), spoilers, loud people, messes, looking people in the eye, strong scents.

Things you need to know:

Annabelle is a selective mute. How she communicates is through her whiteboard and sign language, letters if it's something personal.

Nurse Anna is an introvert.

Other than the Clinic, Nurse Anna is typically seen going to her room during closing time. But on the occasion will hang out by the daycare, the food court, and the cinema area ( likes to watch her dramas on the big screen ).

Other than her Nurse uniform; She dresses in an alt fashion, with sprinkles of cupidcore sometimes. Kind of like this--

Favorite colors are red, pink, and black.

Because Annabelle's hearing is much more advanced compared to the other animatronics, she needs breaks so noises won't overwhelm her. This is the reason why Hearts Clinic and her Room are soundproof.

At times Annabelle's hearing can get her into trouble, causing her to unintentionally eavesdrop. Think Doloras from Encanto--

Does not like Monty. He's too loud and aggressive for her taste.

Despite not liking strong scents, she likes light scents of floral.

Likes savory snacks and foods.

Likes the cold

Is commonly seen writing in her red journal. If you see her red journal lying around, DO. NOT. TOUCH. Annabelle will come to collect it later. It's rude to touch people's personal items 😒

Is Demisexual

Writes fanfiction

Wants a pet ferret, but can't get one 😢

Is a bit of a kuundere

Hmm; It's been a while since I posted some art, never mind an OC. Just wanted to post my gal, Nurse Anna. Been sitting in my drafts since February 😗... Well, I hope you all enjoyed it. Until next time my little tainted Angels, see you soon ❤💜❤ ~

P.S. You are free to reblog this, but please give credit where it's due.

#yandere fnaf #fnaf oc #fnaf

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 3 years ago

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Small fic about Tord's sibling almost talking him down in the climax of The End until Tom throws the sofa at him and harpoons him. Anfst timw bby.

"Tord..is this really what you wanna do?"

The massive red robot glanced down at you as its blue window became transparent. Its occupant, your one and only maniac of a brother, grinned at you widely.

"Yeah! I mean..this is all I came back for! C'mon søsken, let's leave all of this behind and start anew." Kneeling down, the robot extended its hand to you. "We'll rule the world together and be unstoppable!" Tord laughed like some cliché comic book villain.

But you weren't laughing at all. You didn't want to "rule the world" or cause any mayhem.

You only wanted to meet Tord's friends..that's the only reason you decided to come back into town with him. They seemed like such nice people, too, though you could tell he and Tom did not like each other a bit.

So how did that turn into you standing on the roof of a house, face-to-face with his giant robot, and trying to talk him out of destroying everything?

Part of you regretted coming here. Had you known his true plans...you would've stopped him way sooner.

He frowned as he saw you avert your gaze. "Oh come now..no reason to be sad. How about I make you your own robot? Any color you want! E-Except red, of course..that's-"

"I don't want a damn robot!" You snapped, clenching your fists. "I just...I want a normal life, with a normal brother. If you wanna show off your robot to Paul and Patryk, fine. But don't hurt them."

Edd and Matt perked up as they saw you gesture to them. You noticed their worried gazes and smiled sadly, hoping that they trusted you. You promised them that you'll try to talk sense into Tord.

Right now only you could. The fate of this neighborhood--and possibly the world--was literally in your hands.

"I don't know why you suddenly hate them but...they seem pretty cool." You looked back at your brother. "Whatever grudge you have against them is not worth destroying their lives over. It's never worth it, Tord. So please..let's just leave them alone."

As the robot stood rigidly, Tord looked uncertain now. Of course he noticed how much fun you had with his friends. He may have his own selfish desires but above all else, he wanted you to be happy.

And today you were especially happy to meet them.

Perhaps you were right.

Maybe this wasn't worth it.

"[Y/n]...I-"

"HEY!! SUNSHINE-LOLLIPOPS!"

Startled by the voice, you looked down to see Tom emerge from Edd's house, holding a cube-shaped gadget. "Take a SEAT!!" He threw it towards the robot as it transformed into a large piece of furniture-

Only to bounce harmlessly off its chest.

But something in Tord snapped, forgetting all about your words, as the arm turned into a massive rocket launcher. "Oh, SHUT UP!!!"

"TORD, NO!!" You yelled as he fired a rocket at the house, causing a massive explosion that shook the entire neighborhood. In horror you saw him fire another rocket at Eduardo's house right when the three occupants stepped outside to investigate the commotion.

Although you nearly fell off the roof, you managed to steady yourself as you scowled up at Tord, absolutely livid. "What the hell?!! I thought-!!!"

"Yeaaaah I changed my mind. It's best you forget about him [y/n]. Now let's go."

"You'll have to catch me first, asshole!!"

Racing to the ladder, you avoided his grasp and climbed down. Clearly your refusal to go with him earned his ire. "Ugh, I'm losing my patience with you!! I never should've let you come!!" He chased after you.

But he didn't get too far as the robot abruptly stopped and began punching itself.

"OW!"

You were confused until you noticed Matt pressing random buttons on the control panel, which somehow survived the house's destruction. Edd soon joined in, determined to buy you enough time to get away.

From the cockpit, Tord was being attacked by smaller robot arms, causing the mecha to stumble around. But even though he threatened you, you didn't want to see him get too badly hurt.

So you ran over to Edd and Matt. "Guys, stop. You're gonna kill him!!"

"Sorry [y/n], but I can't forgive him for ruining my face!!" Matt retorted.

"Besides, Tom's dead and we're probably next-" Edd started, only to be interrupted by Eduardo's voice.

"Jon?!"

You three stopped arguing and saw him holding Jon in his arms. But sadly he died a few moments later, succumbing to his injuries.

It was then you all realized..

Tom was still alive.

You then yelped as a laser beam destroyed the control panel, disintegrating it instantly, before noticing the robot retract its arm. "Fine. Stay here for all I care, [y/n]. So long, old friends!" He began to fly away.

With sadness you watched him leave. 'Why didn't you listen?'

For a moment you thought it was all over...

Until Tom emerged from the house rubble, wielding a giant harpoon gun, with tears in his white eyes. "I AM NOT. YOUR. FRIEND!!!!" He screamed as he fired the harpoon at the robot, impaling its head.

You covered your mouth in horror upon seeing it malfunction, soon exploding in a bright flashing light. Off in the distance you could see a figure falling from the sky.

You glanced at Edd and Matt for a moment, nodding to them, before you raced over to wherever your brother fell.

Sure enough, amid all the debris from the robot, you found him laying on a hill. Shockingly enough he was alive, but as you knelt down you realized half his face was scarred; same with his arm.

Paul and Patryk were already there, looking just as horrified. Though they decided to just sift through the wreckage so you could help Tord sit up.

He was a bit dazed, but surprised that you were here. As you reached out to him he flinched, convinced that you were going to slap him for being so stupid and foolish.

He deserved it for basically abandoning you, right?

Instead, however, you..hugged him. "Dumbass, I thought I lost you.."

The waver in your voice broke his heart, though he said nothing as he wrapped his good arm around you, resting his head on your shoulder. His hold on you was tighter than normal.

You were right.

It wasn't worth it.

#clanask #anonymous #eddsworld x reader #ew tord x reader #sibling reader #angst

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foopdeloop · 3 years ago

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please look at the comically large lollipop she had before i scaled it down

#MASSIVE #no tags bc its just lines

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notthatiwilleverwriteit · 5 years ago

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I was re-reading the whole story and I've noticed a lot of moments where zhan punched or slapped jian and no one called him abusive but when he tian did it to mo in the past he always got hate. The thing I love the most about tianshan is that they're relationship is not the typical one and not "rainbows and sunshine" but I wouldn't call it abusive either. Where did this double standard come from?

Good evening, dear anon-san!

I have talked about physical violence, comedy, and toxicity a couple of times. Here are some asks that I think could be related to your topic:

HT as the discipliner?

ZZX and violence in the beginning

Is Tianshan (still) toxic?

Is Tianshan toxic, vol. 2?

I might repeat myself a little but I don’t think I have compared Zhanyi and Tianshan this way before. At least not in so many words. Also, for this ask, I’m going to call punches, kicks, and slaps just physical violence. But please don’t jump to any conclusions. In each case, I will be giving it context, so “physical violence” doesn’t equal “toxic abuse”. It’s just easier if I have some kind of quick way to refer to whenever the boys kick, slap, or punch each other.

“Where did this double standard come from?”

I wouldn’t call either Zhanyi or Tianshan abusive but I do think physical violence is different in nature when it comes to the respective relationships. So, I do see why people treat it differently when ZZX kicks JY from when HT kicks MGS. Because they are different, although they both serve their own purposes.

Context is the key here. I don’t think you should call anything abusive or toxic without a proper context which is exactly what makes all the difference here. This is also partly why I don’t think Tianshan is toxic or abusive. If you separate the physical violence of both Zhanyi and Tianshan from their contexts, they become seemingly similar. A punch is a punch.

Let’s take a look at Zhanyi at first. The comedy in 19 Days (especially in the beginning) is largely based on slapstick comedy. A form of humor that strongly exaggerates physical violence (either accidental or intended). Literally, when someone gets slapped, it makes us laugh. You can see this kind of comedy a lot in cartoons, comics, and anime. It’s not “real” violence; it’s merely a comedic moment that doesn’t have longlasting effects.

Doesn’t that sound pretty much like Zhanyi? Usually, this kind of comedic physical violence is built on JY’s crush on ZZX and him not always being able to hold back while ZZX is the one with stricter boundaries. JY, being the oblivious airhead in love that he is, often ends up getting uncomfortably close to ZZX or making some kind of pass at him or otherwise gets on ZZX’s nerves. ZZX gets embarrassed, bothered or annoyed, and all of us wait for him to explode in 3…2…1… (ch. 1, 4-5, 9-13, 23-24, 29, 30-31, 34, 62, 73, 86, 88, 92, 106, 121, 129, 137, 171, 206, 247, 253):

Even listed like that, ZZX’s physically violent behavior starts to look kind of bad. But if you remember to read them as a part of their context their meaning shifts quite significantly. Prior to those slaps, punches or kicks, JY had:

touched ZZX’s personal stuff without permission

suddenly kissed him on the lips

refused to get up

destroyed ZZX’s precious stuff by being careless

drooled on ZZX’s shirt

suddenly gotten in ZZX’s face and startled him

tried to hold ZZX’s hand while drunk

been pushy with physical affection

practically made love to ZZX’s blanket

been overall an idiot

suggested they took a bath together to save water

squeezed ZZX’s butt

nearly toppled ZZX over

wiped his snotty nose on ZZX’s shirt

jumped him

suddenly wrapped his legs around ZZX’s waist and locked him in an awkward position on top of JY

tricked ZZX with a lollipop he had already sucked on

suddenly flashed his dick when ZZX wanted to have a serious talk

told something embarrassing about ZZX to someone

and finally ripped his jeans while trying to feel ZZX up.

When you put the physical violence in all of that context, it suddenly becomes something else than ZZX being abusive towards JY. Especially when you’re familiar with the characters, what kind of relationship they have, and 19 Days as a publication. So no, I wouldn’t call the physical violence in Zhanyi abusive or ZZX an abusive character. We realize the bruises, bumps and bloody noses are there for a laugh and they’re “healed” by the next panel.

Besides for the comic relief, ZZX also seems to get physical if JY had made him worry (ch. 179, 181, 198):

In a way, that fits Zhanyi as well. ZZX is the protector and JY the one who’s weaker and yet often careless and oblivious. Giving JY a hefty slap in the head is a way for ZZX to take his relief out on something. Could he do something else instead? Sure. But I don’t think that still makes him an abusive character. It’s just an exaggerated way to show how worried he is about JY.

As far as my interpretations go, there has been one occasion when the physical violence in Zhanyi got darker (ch. 141):

Usually, when JY makes a pass at ZZX, it’s lighthearted and comedic in nature. They could have been brushed off as jokes and JY just messing around. That kiss was different, though. In his panic-hazed bout of seizing the moment, JY did something he had wanted to do for years. It wasn’t a joke anymore, and his unrequited love was suddenly there for both of them to see. ZZX’s reaction was more than expected, but the violence was different in nature. He wasn’t comedically annoyed but shocked and upset. However, even this occasion doesn’t come across as “abusive” to me. Rather it was about something that had been simmering under the surface for a long time suddenly bursting out in the open, raw, vulnerable and potentially destructive. By ZZX seemingly reacting the same as always, it was cleverly demonstrated how it wasn’t the same at all.

Now, what about Tianshan? HT and Tianshan are often called abusive and toxic. Personally, I can see where people who think so are coming from even if I don’t interpret HT’s character and their relationship the same way. There is physical violence in Tianshan - there’s no denying that - but again, it’s the context that matters and gives it a purpose, so to speak.

Whereas physical violence in Zhanyi’s case was mainly about comic relief, in Tianshan’s case it’s often about two strong-willed personalities clashing (ch. 138, 160, 222):

Where ZZX slapping, punching or kicking JY is funny to us, HT’s character uses physical violence to overpower and dominate MGS. And it’s rather easy to call that kind of behavior abusive - but again, the nature of it shifts when put into its context.

HT had to use force to get through to MGS who was blinded by his suspicions and distrust due to bad past experiences. Neither of them was wrong and had reasons for acting the way they did. HT needed to assert control to turn MGS’s direction around and make him listen. MGS wasn’t going to yield to mere words, and while HT thought his stubbornness was good and showed he had principles, MGS was still not to ignore HT’s orders. HT took control by force, but I do think it was unavoidable and in a way helped to create a sense of security and trust. In some ways, HT acted like a parent and set strict boundaries for MGS. But again if you take all of that context away, HT’s behavior comes across quite darker and abusive.

Of course, it’s possible some people interpret the physical violence in Tianshan as abusive even in its context. And I can kind of see where those people are coming from even if I don’t personally read the story the same way. Even if in context, HT still clearly used physical force and didn’t give MGS an option. The thing is, though, I don’t really have a problem with HT behaving like he did. For the most part, I’m not bothered by HT being physically pushy or MGS more or less resisting him. It’s one of the things that appeals to me in Tianshan. And if their relationships became drastically different in that sense, I would find it quite out of character for them. However, that also means Tianshan is most probably always going to come across as abusive to some people.

To summarize, I don’t think either Zhanyi or Tianshan is abusive but the physical violence in them is different in nature. And that naturally results in people viewing the seemingly same acts differently. Some people don’t have a problem with physical violence when it comes to slapstick comedy (although, I have seen people calling ZZX abusive, too) but they do think HT’s kind of physical violence is different and actually abusive. Again, I don’t really agree about Tianshan but the “double standard” makes sense because they’re not the same.

In a way, “abusive” and “toxic” are in the eye of the beholder. And we all have different levels of tolerance for it before it starts to change our opinions about the fictional relationship. And I don’t have a problem with that - we all have our taste and what appeals to us personally. However, I’ve come to found out that when people are quick to cry “abusive” at every turn, the context is often forgotten or ignored altogether. The bigger picture. The question of “why is this happening this way?”. “Toxic” and “abusive” have become moral high horses of sorts to make people feel good about themselves and, if possible, to guilt-trip others in the process.

Thank you for your question, dear anon-san!

#19 days #tianshan #zhanyi #Zhan zheng xi #He Tian #answered ask

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youarejesting · 5 years ago

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BTS365 Prompts

[Masterlist]

Please tag me in your work if you use my prompts. I want to see your work. Ever your Jester.

Tell me your birthday and I will tag you on your special day!

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April 30th - 6th

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Kim Seokjin: No pants

Jin was currently working on a large project. It was a delicate thing he was producing truly from the heart. He had been planning this for weeks gathering some tools for the job from various sources. He set up his live stream ready to show the Army what he was creating. So there he was slaving away sweat collecting across his brow. He was exhausted but he continued showing the Army how his ideas and processes formed together. And that’s how you found him, no pants with such precise hand motions, he was really working up a sweat.

“Why are you doing That on a live stream?”

“Shush, I'm almost there,” he panted now using both hands, for the grand finale.

“Can I help?” You said thinking it would definitely end this whole show a lot quicker.

“Yes!” His voice cried out, throwing his hands up in the air excited. “I did it.”

“Congratulations you made pancakes”

“These aren’t just pancakes, I got them the same size five or take a millimetre or two and stacked them perfectly” He grinned proud

“That’s a pretty neat skill Jin, you should take a photo” You reached for your camera but as you looked back up he was cutting into them and eating happily.

Min Yoongi: Space

“Hey Yoongi do you have a piece of paper?”

“Yeah rip one out from any of those books” He sighed and you walked over to the small pile when you found a children's notebook, this one had a rocket ship on it and you opened it up towards the middle to rip out a page cleanly, but there was some roughly scrawled words.

I wish I could go to space camp. But Mum and Dad can’t afford it. It’s okay if I don’t go, we can have fun on our own. Love Min Yoongi

Your heart melted and you closed the book without paper and you googled the nearest space camp and you told the other boys that it was for Yoongi’s birthday, they seemed rather excited packing their things and you packed for Yoongi and yourself. You had hired out the facility to run a camp for the group and some camera men this was something that the Army couldn’t miss.

Jung Hoseok: Free

Waking excited Hoseok went for a shower and brushed his hair. He dressed and shined his shoes. Today was the day and he was so excited.

“Jung Hoseok?”

“Yes sir” He smiled at the entry, the door slid open and he was escorted through the building and down to an office. There was a mountain of paperwork to sign and when he was done they handed him another change of clothes.

He was so happy his fingers caressing the fabric of his favorite shirt. He was quick to change and they smiled. He was nervous, walking out the front door and the gate opened slowly and there you were waiting for him on the other side.

His little pregnant wife. He held you in his arms and kissed your face all over dropping to his knees and whispering to your round belly.

“I am so glad to have you back”

“J-hope!” The boys shouted running in their shirts reading. ‘Enjoy your Freedom!’

“Did you get any cool prison tattoos?”

“No I didn’t it was only three months guys”

Kim Namjoon: May the 4th be with you

You were at a convention dressed as Queen Padmé Amidala you felt self conscious about your stomach being on show and the tight outfit. That was until you walked into a very elaborate dark figure.

“Oh sorry I wasn’t watching where I was going. I really like your outfit wow, this is honestly the best Darth Vader I have seen” You smiled admiring the work that had been put into it and they still didn’t speak.

“Oh my gosh can I get a photo of you both” someone asked and you smiled and the two of you posed together and you had soon gathered a crowd people taking pictures and asking for you to act out scenes and soon a Yoda appeared painted green and grinning, alongside a gold shiny C-3PO a chewbacca and a tiny dog dressed as R2D2. Everyone was getting pictures when you heard. “Can we get a kiss?”

“Anakin takes off your mask, you put a lot of work into replicating the character” The Yoda whispered to the tall dark figure.

“But she is so pretty and I am a nerd”

“Dude she is a nerd too, she is dressed as a star wars character at a convention full of nerds”

The crowd was cheering as C-3PO was doing a very amazing Robot dance choreography. Along came a broad shouldered man dressed up as slave Princess leia, a very lethargic Han Solo and a smiling Luke skywalker.

“Take of the mask Anakin” the Yoda and the chewbacca lifted the mask and revealed a very handsome Anakin you heard some whispers about him being asain so he didn’t look like the character but you thought he was even more handsome.

“Kiss, Kiss, Kiss” The crowd chanted and he looked up at you with a blush across his cheeks and you pulled gently on the front of his costume until his lips met yours. His friends started cheering as did the crowd and you pulled out a small piece of paper from your pocket and wrote down your number and a quick message before you walked away.

“What does it say?”

“May the fourth be with you” He chuckled and you heard a laugh that reminded you of a weird clown or horse wiping down some windows.

Park Jimin: Herb @anaiss97 [Full story] Not much was known about the young Korean man who showed up to all the parties. All anyone knew was that he was the biggest flirt and he had the herbs everyone wanted. Honestly, it didn’t matter what you wanted he had it somehow. You were at one of these parties, it wasn’t really your scene.

Usually, you had no problem but tonight you really just couldn’t. So you were trying to find a place to get a quick nap, you opened the first door to see the Host with his boyfriend chatting quietly.

“Sorry I was looking for a place to rest”

Seokjin smiled “You can have the room or perhaps if you want we can entertain you?”

The two smirked and you blushed once more. “No I really am tired and want to sleep, I was working on a thesis all night last night and–”

“Say no more sweetheart, rest” you climbed into the blankets, Seokjin switched the light off and you were resting drifting off easily. ~ The light switch flicked on and even with your eyes closed you felt blinded. You couldn’t stop the harsh shriek that pierced the air. “What? What is it now!?”

“I am sorry” the voice was soft and unrecognizable as its owner switched the lights back off, “Can I sit for a moment?”

“Sure” you mumbled laying back down, you could smell the stranger’s beautiful cologne and you got curious. “Turning your phone on and using the light of your lock screen to examine the stranger's face”

Ash-blonde hair painted on the side, he smiled wetting his thick lips with his tongue.

“Ah it’s you” dropping your arm back to the bed no longer feeling uncomfortable, all the encounters you had with him were pleasant, he always used endearments because he never remembered names.

“You know me, baby?” He took his phone and repeated your process to stream a soft light over your face. “Oh my, baby it is you, what are you doing in here sleeping your usually the brightest in the room”

“Thesis” you mumbled and he hummed taking your hand.

“Hey listen how about I make you an offer tonight you can ask for anything you want and I will give it to you for half price if I don’t have it I will give you the next best thing for free” the lamp beside the bed was clicked on giving a soft orange glow throughout the room.

“You got fried chicken?” You hummed looking over at him curiously you were craving it. He opened his jacket.

“I got a warm meatball sub, a packet of lollipops a container of home-cooked spaghetti, I got spare underwear in all different sizes this is a set of slippers when your feet get sore in heels, juice, mixers spirits I got herbs for days this one will make you happy this one calms you down this one here has you seeing pretty colors this one has you asleep till morning, this is my house special it takes like a cinnamon donut” he looked over. You shook your head and he sighed lifting a gym bag onto the bed, “alright brace yourself, I got spare clothes, ramyeon packets, a scented candle, batteries pet food, I have painkillers, cold medicine, I have this thing which I think was an Easter egg, I got a 3DS, a switch and a variety of games, I got a can of tomato soup, yet no can opener weird, I got a heat pack, I got this adult diaper and I don’t know why, and a spiderman comic”

“No” you sighed

“Tell me what you want and if I know I don’t have it it’s free” he hummed

“I want a cuddle?”

Kim Taehyung: Thirst

Owner of the club ‘Thirst’ was just a front business, you were actually a hacker. A good one, if you were feeling like bragging. You were kind of in hiding and couldn’t really trust anyone you didn’t know before the incident. Who knew your skills with a computer would lead to a government website which you breached enough for them to call it treason.

You were just snooping around the dark web when you stumbled upon documents of some truly disgusting things one of them actually made you physically ill. But your computer system began screaming at you that they were reverse tracking your baby. It wouldn’t be easy, you had a unique code and half of it was utter nonsense. Saying goodbye to your baby. You destroyed everything on it. Packed everything and left. Thank god you had done everything card less, you worked for cash you paid cash and you did some shady business with people so that you would never be traced.

You moved just in case and started a front business so that in the event anything happened you would have an alibi.

“Manager-nim the computer is doing something funny, can you call the technician?” Yoongi called quietly, the guy was a terrible ‘people’ person , an excellent DJ and an expert in mixing cocktails.

“I can have a look” You smiled

“No manager last time you almost broke the computers, you don’t understand them like we do” Hoseok pushed you away from the registers and subsequently the computers attached to them.

“Manager you just boss us around okay, that's your job and we will follow your orders as it is our job”

“Manager-nim, you have a young man in your office waiting for his job interview.” Jimin cleaned the tables dressed in a charming club aesthetic. His job was to clean tables and lead people into buying more drinks. A host.

The man in your office was handsome like your main host Seokjin and charming as Jimin. Your bouncer Namjoon stepped in briefly giving you a courtesy greeting alongside the new trainee Jungkook he had potential especially with all those muscles. All your workers doubled as bouncers; they all had their strengths.

“So Kim Taehyung is it, what makes you want to be a host at thirst?”

“I really want to make friends and I can’t flirt with girls. What I mean is I can if it is for work but I can’t just do it on my own so I would like to gain more confidence” You nodded, it was all lies you had searched him thoroughly, he worked for the government more specifically the Cyber coordinator and he was here to gather Intel.

This was going to be fun.

Jeon Jungkook: Nurse

Nurse Jeon. Yup that title gave him a lot of grief from his friends and he hated it, just cause he was a man didn’t mean he couldn’t be a nurse. Sure he aimed to be a doctor, but things didn’t work out and he wasn’t accepted into medical school, so he aimed a little lower and became a Nurse.

In his opinion he was a kick-ass nurse, he worked in the Pediatric ward and spent most of his time bringing smiles to the kid's faces, he made his rounds with ice creams and cups of pudding and jelly. He sang and danced for the kids and played superheroes and he was always Ironman. The highlight of his day was when the doctors would do their rounds, not only did he admire them and their job so much he admired you and how brilliant and beautiful you were.

“Oh Aera, look at this little tool, do you know what it does? It lets me listen to your heartbeat, would you like to listen to mine first?” The young girl nodded “Wow you are a pro at this you could be a doctor when you are older”

“Doctor Y/N, Do you have a boyfriend?”

“Uh... No, why do you have someone in mind?” You grinned

“Nurse Jeon” she smiled and you giggled

“He is cute isn’t he, but I get nervous around boys and I can’t really talk to them and Nurse Jeon is really handsome, what if he doesn’t like me?”

“He does, he told us when he got drunk off chocolate puddings” a young teen in the corner nursing his swollen cheeks after dental surgery. Jungkook was making extreme hand gestures at the young boy smirking across the room. “This was before he announced he was Iron man and ran around the room pretending to shoot lasers from his hands and making all the shooting sounds”

“Well if he is Ironman than we must be destined to be together, Ironman is my favorite superhero”

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babyboy-cody · 5 years ago

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HnnnnggGGG SOFT DADDY MARK BEING GOOFY WITH HIS LITTLE AND SHE JUMPS ON HIS BACK, AND HE SPINS HER AROUND BECAUSE IT MAKES HER SQUEAL- 🥺💕💕

(THESE CONVERSATIONS MAKE ME NEEDY FOR HIM EVEN MORE 😩😩🥺)

The air was breezy as you walk along the sidewalk. There was an occasional car that passed, but other than that, it was silent. You stared down at your pink Vans and suckled happily on your strawberry lollipop. The taste was sweet on your tongue. You hummed lightly and skipped over a slight curve in the cement.

Suddenly, a hand grabs your wrist from behind a large tree. You shrieked as you’re pressed against the bar. You slap at whoever’s arms were around you, but quickly stopped when you heard that familiar laughter in your ear.

“Mark!” You whined, slumping against the bark as he stands before you, smiling and laughing.

“Did I scare you?” He hums, his hands pulling on the belt hoops of your high waisted shorts. “Hm?”

“Yeah,” you humph, brows furrowing as you cross your arms. “That was really mean!”

“I’m sorry, baby,” he croons, lowering his head to nip at your bottom lip before pressing a firm kiss to your sticky lips. “Do you forgive daddy for scaring his little girl?”

Your cheeks flushed at the lowness of his voice. You shakily exhale and nod in a trance. Mark smiles and pats your butt gently before pulling you away from the tree, lightly grabbing your hand to tug you along. You happily stuck your lollipop back between your lips and smiled up at him.

“You look pretty, baby,” he comments, wrapping an arm around your waist under your backpack pink backpack. “Who’d you dress like this for, huh?”

“You!” A giggle escapes your lips as Mark tickles your ribs lightly. “Daddy!”

“I’m sorry, baby,” he chuckles quietly. “You know I can’t resist playing with that little body of yours.”

“Ow,” you mumbled and stopped your walk to shake your leg, a slight wince forming on your face.

“What’s wrong?” Mark asks you, eyes drawn close as he watches you whimper quietly when you hold your calf.

“My leg hurts,” you pouted.

He bends down quite comically to get down to your height. His arms are lightly outstretched as he looks at you behind his shoulders.

“Hop on, bug,” he tells you with a grin.

Without hesitation, you grab onto his broad shoulders to use them as leverage for when you wrapped your thighs around his waist. Mark’s large hands cup your thighs, hoisting you higher as he continues to walk. He bounces in his step purposely to make you laugh. You offer him your lollipop and pushed it closer to his lips when they part. You bury your nose in his neck and wrap your arms around his neck. Mark gets an idea when he hears you sigh softly.

Your hold on him gets tighter when he suddenly stops in the middle of the sidewalk and starts spinning around. A loud squeal rips from your lips as the world spins around you. Your hair whips in the wind, and you can hear his laugh clear as day. Your legs kick out lightly, and you can’t stop giggling when he slows to a stop.

“Again!” You giggled, bouncing lightly against his back, his hands tightening under your thighs automatically.

“Again?” He dramatically asks as he crosses the street after looking both ways.

“Please, daddy,” you whine in his ear, pouting and whimpering like a sad puppy.

Mark groans and starts to spin around again, not bothering to hide his smile when hears your squeal of delight. Hearing and seeing you become so happy because of him makes his heart speed up. You’re his best girl – his little girl. And he’ll be damned if he never hears those pretty little squeals again.

#soft daddy mark #i want one please #LIKE NOW #im all needy thanks to emmy 🤧#S I G H #emmyrosee ask #mark x reader

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dreamsparkle · 5 years ago

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Sensualist Wells

For HarriscoFest2019 and the prompt Sensualist Wells.

Sensualist (noun) -

A person devoted to physical, especially sexual, pleasure.

Cisco Ramon / Harry Wells

NC-17 / NSFW

Dub!con kinda

This is my understanding of the prompt so sorry if I misunderstood. :) Please keep negativity to yourself please.

Harry's mind has always behaved like a well oiled machine. Nothing had ever slowed it down.

Not even Tess. Being near her made his brain work twice as fast. He wanted so much to impress her, not just with his equations and designs but with his plans for the future, to make her happy for as long as he is able.

Not even Jesse. Her first smile as a baby and his brain didn't stutter once. Instead it spread out every conceivable threat that could possibly harm this little treasure and how to neutralise it in an instant. He knew he would die rather than let anyone hurt a hair on her head.

But then there was Cisco. And he seemed to strangely have a different effect. Cisco was like an error in fluid code. To look at any part of him trapped Harry in a loop with no exit.

He would be working on a design and be distracted by a flick of satin, black curls. His gaze drawn over against his will to trace along the pretty slopes that Cisco had so carefully crafted.

It was just hair. Harry told himself annoyed. Everyone had it. In fact Iris had some that was very similar and he never found himself looking at her hair in any special way.

And instead of working, he found himself, for the next hour, trying to identify using logic what the difference was. Why Cisco's hair caught his attention when Iris' didn't.

Why when he followed the curve around Cisco's ear he felt the strange bliss of taking a gentle turn in a car on a scenic ride and that beautiful sense of gliding.

---

Cisco wasn't exactly special to look at. Among even his group of friends, Harry doubted in a survey anyone would place him at the top in terms of looks. Even Cisco himself.

Yet Harry kept looking, despite logic.

If pressed, he would have to say Cisco's eyes were the most captivating part of him, if anything. Though he wouldn't be able to confirm why.

They were brown, like the majority of people. Not especially large or small. If he were being unscientific he could compare them to chocolate. Not necessarily the color, though that too, but mainly the texture. That soft solid that melts under your touch. Cisco's eyes were soft and so much kinder than Harry deserved.

With that apt metaphor stored away he tried to get back to work. But now he had given himself a craving and he really wanted something soft and sweet, that melted.

Not something he eats very often. He doesn't really have feelings for the candy either way but he really wanted some now.

He went over to Cisco's secret stash, relieved he wasn't in the lab today. Underneath a pack of twizzlers and between two lollipops was a Hershey.

He brought it back to his desk and stared at it for a moment. Wondering where his sanity had left him. Still he opened it. Put a piece in his mouth. And rather than just chew it, he tried to savour it, for once.

It was soft; rapidly disappearing on his tongue. Turning creamy at the edges. He swallowed down the excess. Sugar so sweet, it was making his mouth water. He licked at what nub of chocolate was left and was overcome with the sudden idea of how it much better it would taste coming off of mocha colored skin.

Harry inhaled the last bit in alarm, refusing to finish that thought. Knowing where it led. His cheeks were burning and he was left with a bitter taste in his mouth. He shoved the rest of the chocolate bar in his desk drawer out of sight. Easier then to erase the memory.

His heart was beating too fast and he was shamefully turned on. The feeling buzzing under his skin, painful and unwanted.

He stood up and went for a walk. Some Big Belly Burger might get rid of this leftover flavor.

---

Cisco was glaring at him. He'd probably correctly guessed who had stolen his chocolate and was showing how he knew by displaying a lollipop between two lips.

Joke was on him. Cisco's lips were sinful. Harry couldn't really deny that. Harry had thin chapped lips while Cisco's were like peaches and so easily turned red.

A full grown man should not be eating a lollipop.

He was so unashamed about it. Harry supposed everyone he met liked him too much to pick on him for it. And it didn't look remotely feminine like Harry would have guessed. In fact, when he was hacking for the Flash with fervor and that lollipop stick swung from one side of his mouth to the other so he could speak, Harry was reluctantly reminded of a cowboy with a toothpick clenched between unbroken enamel, all ready to fire.

He wasn't even putting on a show, really. It was a lollipop. He was eating it. End of story. Like he had no idea.

He probably didn't. Cisco. So modest. So unassuming. It irritated Harry to no end because Cisco was brilliant. So utterly mind blowingly beyond expectation. And he received less than a tenth of the recognition that he rightfully deserved.

He fought for credit when it came to who named the meta of the week. But single handedly discovering the plan to stop said meta in his tracks and it was suddenly all blushes and "Team effort, guys."

Harry despised it.

The lollipop taunted him too. Stupid to be jealous. Yet he wanted to lick into that mouth and drag along his tongue, all dance like. Cisco's oral fixation was evident a mile wide. Harry bet his mouth was super sensitive. He bet if he sucked on one of those lips just right Cisco would shudder against him.

The real Cisco, instead, was reading something boring. His eyes were staring far off into the screen, expression blank while he rolled the lollipop over the tip of his pointed tongue. Truly bored then.

Harry broke to temptation and walked over before he could talk himself out of it. He pushed the hand holding the lollipop out of the way.

"Harry, what?" Cisco said shocked as Harry leaned closer.

"May I?" He asked but not giving anytime to respond, licked his way into Cisco's mouth. The younger man breathed in shocked but didn't stop him. Maybe too surprised.

He immediately chased the taste of cherry. He captured Cisco's tongue and sucked on it like a treat. The noise Cisco made then was distressed but he still didn't move to push Harry away. Nor did he move closer.

His fingers found themselves twined in those sooty strands. And then he was kissing down from his mouth. His teeth biting into Cisco's jawline. Not too hard but hard enough Cisco maked a choked sound.

He pulled back. Cisco's eyes were open and so shocked. His mouth red from abuse and bite mark stood out sharply. He was so fucking hot and Harry could try and explain it forever but Harry knew his attraction wasn't normal. He shouldn't be this affected by a kiss.

Even now all he could think about was kissing him again and not complex plans on how that could come about. But thoughts of flashes of the heat under plush lips. Harry's fingers followed the curve from buttery soft hair down the warm skin of his neck. Cisco shivered.

He forced himself to let go, then stepped back. He escaped the room as quick as he could. Cisco only attempt to stop him a soft, "Harry."

---

Cisco gave up trying to mention the kiss after the third time Harry changed the topic. Though he kept watching Harry now and that was bad because Harry was still getting lost in thought about the most beautiful parts of him. He was quickly discovering that was every part of him.

His hand wrapped around a mug. A wicked quirk of an eyebrow. A flash of dorky teeth. A flamboyant wave of an arm to express a point.

Those arms were gonna be the death of him. The cheap cotton of his comic shirts riding up over his belly and becoming tight over his upper arms as he stretched. Harry just wanted to touch. Wanted to get rid of that rough fabric and replace it with something deserving like silk.

---

Harry was working on something, for once not distracted because Cisco had gone to the lake for a picnic with the rest of the team. Harry hadn’t even seen him today and he was able to get on with some blessed projects he’d been procrastinating on.

That was turned on its head when late afternoon Cisco portalled into the lab and he was drenched through. Still dripping water from whatever had flooded him.

"Don't laugh." Cisco threatened when he saw him. "And no comments. Barry and Caitlin have already made plenty. Thank you."

Like Harry's reaction would be to laugh at this.

Cisco's clothes were plastered to him. His tiny white shorts were all but see through and dripping water droplets down thick thighs. Harry felt so parched. He swallowed painfully, mouth drier than a desert.

As Cisco left, Harry found himself following, almost compelled. He'd caught up and pressed Cisco against the wall to stop him. This time, Cisco was no longer surprised and kissed back right from the start.

Harry's brain was focused on other things rather than kissing. He licked a droplet from Cisco's throat then sucked hard to get whatever had already sucken beneath the skin. He tasted a bit like salt. Cisco gasped so prettily.

"This is what gets you back to that place again, seriously?" Cisco complained. He writhed as Harry's burning hot hands raised his shirt folded it up so he could feel the bottom of his stomach. The shirt stuck together so easily from being so wet. And Harry's hands were on his hips.

Then Harry was kneeling.

"Harry." Cisco said shocked.

The hands down to his thighs and his mouth replaced them on his stomach. Sucking a spot shiny with water. Cisco felt dizzy from the flush as all the blood in his body flooded down.

Those fingers gripped his thighs. Harry admired the give of them. Felt the give of them with his tongue and teeth as Cisco cried out above him.

Hands were in his hair, yanking. But he wasn't about to be torn away from what he had been fantasizing about for months. Not when Cisco was responding so beautifully.

He pressed his entire face against that reaction that was tenting Cisco's shorts. Sucked more water from that wet, white fabric. Mouthing at what was hard and purely Cisco underneath. Because he wasn't wearing boxers. Of course he didn't. Why would he wish to help Harry's sanity any.

He was basically holding Cisco up now. His knees had gone weak and Harry was holding him against the wall by his grip on his thighs alone. He couldn't let go.

So instead he almost broke his teeth undoing the top button of those shorts with his mouth. But it was worth it because now he got access to all that bare skin.

Cisco's cock rose to meet him. Mesmerising by the way it twitched. He pressed a long open mouthed kiss along the side of it. Cisco was making noise. Harry wasn't sure if it was English, Spanish or something not so comprehensible.

Dragging his tongue up the hot and hard silky skin, he wanted to suck. Lined up his mouth and sunk down. Smelled salty, musky. He was almost drooling from how much his mouth watered.

Sucking and swallowing around Cisco's cock felt incredible and he didn't stop even when he felt Cisco try and squirm away from him.

He understood when his mouth was suddenly filled as Cisco cum.

Cisco almost fell over and Harry put one hand on his chest to and the other under arm under his bum to hold him up. He didn't release Cisco's cock and continued sucking until the younger really started struggling.

When Harry let go Cisco slid down the wall to the floor and when that wasn't far enough, wiggled to lying down on his back because he didn't have any energy or will to hold himself up anymore.

Which was fine with Harry. The view was fantastic. Cisco's hair was fanned out like an ink spill. Eyes closed and red lips gasping. Tight shorts were stuck with water halfway down his thighs and his shirt was still rucked up revealing his belly button. His cock spent leading up to it.

Unable to resist touching, he went for the area of stomach on show, thinking it was the least offensive to Cisco's overwrought senses right now. But was proven wrong when Cisco flinched and a hand pushed him away.

"Harrrryy!" He whined. "Knock it off." He pursed his lips in annoyance and Harry decided to take it as an invitation. Pressed a gentle kiss there.

Cisco didn't look annoyed at that but he looked vulnerable. Like he was trying to figure Harry out.

"You're perfect." Harry told him. It hurt Cisco's modesty and self depreciation of course. He could see it in the slight frown that formed. He wasn't accepting Harry's words anytime soon. But touching him was addictive so hopefully, maybe, he would be allowed to do more of that.

---

Cisco asked some questions, Harry answered as simply and awkwardly as he could and now they were allowed to kiss…and other things too.

Just not at Star Labs.

That was fine. Harry could be patient but honestly as soon as they were at Cisco's place he would touch as soon as he was allowed. He was so horny all the time and he didn't know how long Cisco would allow this to go on before realising he could do better so he was taking full advantage.

He had to fight Cisco every time. The engineer wasn't used to the attention. Tried to make things equal. That Harry got the same attention too. Like Harry wasn't and hadn't always been a selfish bastard. As he sucked a hickey into a rather generous bubble butt, wondered how anyone could imagine he was getting the short stick out of this deal.

Cisco always caved in first. Once Harry had touched, tasted every part of him and he was raw like a string close to breaking from too many orgasms, Harry did his best to stop his compulsion and just held him close and breathed in the scent from his skin. But it was hard. Even after he was satisfied. Because it wasn't just about sex. It was about comfort.

Trailing patterns over his skin while he slept. Feeling the slight rises on each breath. His mind jumped at being caught by these slight things. No calculations left to be made but his mind still found it endlessly fascinating. Instead of thought it gave way, for once, to feeling…

...and what he felt was happy.

#harrisco #@heckyeahharrisco #cisco ramon #harry wells #the flash #prompt fill #harriscofest2019

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rainbowsntears · 6 years ago

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jealousy

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↳ halloween was supposed to be spent hanging out with friends and trick or treating. but with finn’s obvious jealousy towards you and noah, nothing was going to be normal tonight.

warnings

↳ angst y’all. jealous!finn is kinda hot.

words

↳ 1230

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↳ yes, halloween is back in the old days but i actually wrote this before halloween and just never got back to publishing it. also aye two imagines in one day! anyway, i’ll make a part two soon but on other hands, enjoy! x

"Toto, I've a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore," Your voice turned into a high yet strong tone of delicacy as your eyes moved up to nowhere, looking thoughtlessly ahead of you. You tried to sound and look as ethereal as possible, and with the happy and lit up expression on Finn's face, it must have been good.

And by his next choice of words, it was.

"See? You even sound perfect! Just stay like that for the rest of the night and you'll be the most perfect Dorothy," Finn exclaimed, grasping onto your shoulders excitedly as a large grin worn on his pale face, his freckles poking out even from the layered makeup. "Must I say you're gorgeous in that outfit, anyway. I'm sure everyone will be focusing on you."

"Thanks, Finn!" Noah chirped from beside you - him cutting you off before you could thank Finn for his compliment - and wearing a smirk as he played with his fake dark brown floppy ears. "I never knew being Toto could be the greatest thing ever. Plus, Y/N and I make an iconic duo with this look." The brunette added, swinging an arm around you which made Finn let his hands go from your shoulders hastily. He just wanted some peaceful time with you, but with a crazy group of friends like the stranger things cast, it was merely difficult.

You grinned widely as you looked over at Noah, "Well, there can never be a Dorothy without her Toto," You added, booping his nose with your finger and Noah smiled as wide as possible. Obviously, you and Noah had a very incredibly platonic relationship with one another, and even though you two sometimes didn’t like it - small gestures made the fandom go crazy - you've already spoken to each other about your friendly feelings.

Finn darted his eyes between the two of you and he rolled his eyes, a stern look on his face with his jaw clenched as possible to stop himself from snapping, "Definitely," He exaggerated his words as he then looked over his own shoulder, "I'll go put my outfit on and then we can start trick or treating." He explained before quickly hurrying off. And with that exact moment, the rest of the cast came up to you and Noah, turning their heads to watch after a now grumpy Finn who stomped his feet away like a little child not getting a big lollipop at a candy store. You smugly smiled at his childish behaviour, knowing it had to be about Noah.

Look, you and Finn weren't together. But you sure as hell had chemistry and everyone knew that, and you did too. But obviously, Finn didn’t. You never expected Finn to ever be so jealous of small actions boys made towards you, especially Noah. And like said before, you and Noah were platonic with one another, and everyone knew that, but just not Finn.

"Isn't this just exciting?!" Millie suddenly asked as she happily jumped up and down in her dark black gown, clapping her two green painted hands together. "I mean, we really went overtop with these costumes and I'm living for it!"

"This dress is extremely puffy and heavy, but I like it a lot. It makes me feel cute," Sadie confidently spoke, twirling in her pink gown as she lazily waved her wand around, a small giggle leaving her lips and she flattened her dress a bit while adjusting her red hair that was all wrapped in loose yet angelic curls.

Gaten sniggered, shaking his head, "Are you kidding me? I'm sweating ass in this lion costume!" He threw his hands up in the air, even if Gaten actually loved is outfit the most out of everyone. Probably because then he could do his 'flirty' growl and he knew everyone would hate him doing it.

Beside Gaten, Caleb, shook his head, "Well, I don't know about you all, but being Tin Man is pretty cool. Now I can show off my cool dance moves and robot walking," He smiled, showing off his small yet impressive dance moves.

Letting go of Noah, you pulled your brown picnic basket - that would soon be filled with candy - tighter to your body as you sent all of them a proud grin, "Well, I think we all look delightful, the fans will love it also!" You chirped, rocking on her heels as you watched your friends nod their heads in agreement at your statement. You stopped your small nervous action as you dropped your smile, quickly scanning the room to see if the curly headed boy's presence was anyway and much to your dismay, he wasn't anywhere to be seen. "Have you all been noticing Finn's mood lately? He's being moody and annoying. I mean, even with Noah saying something only just a few minutes ago set him off yet again."

Sadie smacked her lips, "Yeah, I see it as well. I think he's just come to the point of jealousy where he'll literally rip out his hair if a boy comes in the span of five metres near you." She stated, sighing ever so heavily.

"And Finn is never like this. He hardly ever shows his emotions so you're definitely taking a turn on him," Gaten added.

Caleb nodded his head, "Sadie and Gaten aren't wrong, maybe you should talk to him about it." He suggested, "For the sake of us not getting hurt, please, Y/N, you need to do something about him."

"Must I add that I joked about you and Noah getting together and being 'married' before we started the comic con and he deliberately didn't sit next to me the whole entire day even though he was supposed to," Millie hummed.

"And you know who he swapped with every time? Me. Because I was supposed to be sitting next to you and because I was sitting next to you, Finn thought it was appropriate to switch places with me just so he could stay away from Millie and be next to you." The human Toto spoke beside you, Noah laughing back on that day and he folded his arms. "Yeah, Y/N, you really need to talk to him. We all know you two like each other, even you know it. But you just need to let Finn know that you feel the same way."

You felt yourself suddenly become nervous at the thought of talking to Finn about this kind of topic even though you knew about his obvious liking towards you. Finn always had this power on you and you bit your lip softly, "I'll try," You mumbled out, hearing your friends sigh in relief, "only! Only if none of you guys are there and listening on to the conversation, it'll be weird watching you all eavesdropping. I’ve seen you do it before, and you suck at being secretive."

The rest of the cast look between one another before agreeing and sealing the deal. You hummed in satisfaction before watching as Finn started to walk back to your group, the same look of anger and irritation on his face as he dawdled over. "Oh no, Finn's coming back. Nobody speaks of this!" You whisper-shouted as you glanced at your friends then at Finn, trying to look as normal as possible. Though he looked incredibly cute in his scarecrow costume and you couldn't help but let your lips curve up into an awing and dreamy smile.

Once Finn reached your group, with his eyes scanning you up and down one last time, he fixed his hair and hat a bit before inhaling sharply, "Ready to go trick or treating?"

#finn wolfhard #finn wolfhard imagine #finn #imagine #mike wheeler imagine #mikewheeler #stranger things #it #the losers club #it imagine #stranger things imagine #richie tozier #richie tozier imagine #beep beep richie

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unholyhelbig · 6 years ago

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The florist prompt? A possible part two?

[A/N: Yes! I wanted to turn this into a thing, but life got very much in the way. So here is a part two to a possible longer prompt in the future. If you want, check out part one right here.]

Beca froze as her stare caught the camera situated at the center of the liquor store. It was almost as if the blindingly fluorescent lights weren’t enough for her appearance. They had to situate one of those large and comical cameras right under a white television that hung from the ceiling. Usually, it was accompanied by a cheesy picture of a yellow smiling face. It read comically: smile, you’re on camera.

She knew it was meant to deter the criminals that tried to shove liquor bottles under oversized shirts. Teenagers that thought they were invincible enough to get away with a fake ID and puffing out their chests. Even the occasional frat boys who had studied the doors that opened outwards- a quick getaway that ended in a case of cheap diet beer.

Either way, she hated the way the lights felt hot against her skin. Hated, even more, the fact that the camera caught every inch of her sunny disposition the second she walked into the establishment. She knew it looked bad, but she shoved her hands into her jacket pockets and nodded towards the cashier. He lifted his gaze from his paper and nodded in response.

She wondered against the far edge of the shop, feeling the bitter chill from the coolers lined with Mike’s Lemonade and different kegs of beer that were too heavy for a girl of her stature to carry. Past the elegant packages of wine that were well into the hundreds, and the less elegant flavors of vodka that couples splurged on for Holidays. She ended up at the end of the aisle, staring at the bourbon like she didn’t know what she was searching for.

Beca palmed the weighted bottle of golden liquid, her fingers moving against the dripping red seal. It was waxy and felt familiar in her hand. Still, she flipped it over and ran the pads of her touch over the packaging.

“Makers. That’s interesting.”

She froze once again, but this time, not in the edge of the camera. It was a woman, one with stony blue eyes and a deep stare. She was dressed in mostly black, a deep maroon coat hugging her fit figure. Even past the black t-shirt, she could see the hands of ink stretch against perfect skin. Her hair fell in ringlets over her shoulders, a fire-filled mane that Beca could imaging tangling her hands through. She blinked the invasive thoughts away.

“Oh, I’m not judging, trust me.” The stranger said. Beca wasn’t sure how long she had just been staring, but it was enough for the woman’s cheek to heat with an instant red. She leaned forward, close enough for Beca to feel her heat. The woman grasped a bottle that was a little bigger than her own. It was masked in a red label. Four Roses. “My taste isn’t much better.”

“It does the job,” she finally spoke, trying not to let her eyes linger on the ink that peaked out. She wanted to read every inch of it. A strange thing to instantly think of someone she didn’t’ know. She wondered if they hurt.

“That it does. What are you drinking to forget tonight? For me it’s the fact that people are straight assholes and have no idea what good customer service is, even when it hits them square in the jaw.”

Beca chuckled, shifting the bottle in her hand as she frowned at it. “Yeah, you know, I like your reasoning way better than mine. So, let’s just go with that.”

She didn’t want to get into it. Not with someone like Emily, who had done her best to make sure that she wasn’t as sad as usual. The depression thing coming in waves that were dulled by something that was 90 proof. Certainly not a captivating stranger, no matter how pretty.

The woman nodded with an enamored smile and ducked away.

Beca couldn’t help but watch her as she walked, the way her hips swayed, the way she kept a certain heir of confidence as opposed to how she shrunk away from the cameras that filmed her. She squinted past the row of bottles and watched this woman pay for her bottle of Four Roses while making polite small talk with the cashier who finally put down his copy of the New York Times.

She accepted the black bag and sent Beca a wink before heading out the door into the chilled weather. It took a few moments for her to snap out of it. To ignore the lingering scent of spiced vanilla that complimented her choice in alcohol. Beca cleared her throat and walked towards the counter, trying to ignore the fact that she was still on camera.

The clipboard rested against her fingertips in its cool metal edge. She glared down at the order that was written clearly in black ink. It had taken years to get used to Emily’s handwriting, but she had been reading it for a long while now- and Beca Mitchell didn’t’ make mistakes. Not based on stupid little quantity arrangements.

“I was promised forty-three blue hydrangeas.” The woman reiterated, staring down at the boxes that were already loaded into the back of her SUV. She had turned three different shades of red in the past ten minutes, wicking her fingers through her hair enough to ruin that soccer mom cut she had going on. “And I won’t become victim to the utter incompetence of your employees.”

Beca raised a brow at that and let the paper fall evenly back into place. She had ordered the flowers, yes, but was here two days before the order was scheduled to be picked up. Her own supplier hadn’t delivered the rest.

“Miss Montgomery, you were scheduled to pick these up on the 29th. Now, I don’t mind you arriving earlier in the week, but you must understand the inconvenience that this puts us under. I gave you all the hydrangeas in the store.”

The florist kept a calm head about her. Mainly because she had broken an even sweat moving the cases of flowers they did have into this woman’s car. She had illegally parked in front of a fire hydrant behind a black pickup truck that was running on a meter. It was a busy city street- people were beginning to stare at the steadily raising voices.

“My daughter’s wedding is tomorrow, why in God’s name would I order flowers the day after the ceremony?”

Beca let out a tight sigh. She kept phone records, and even more, order copies. But part of her knew that she wouldn’t’ win this fight. It wasn’t a situation she could walk away from like her first job out of high school. This was her business, her reputation.

“The sheer and utter disregard is the reason this place will fail!” The woman shouted, and Beca winced.

She didn’t hear the door to the tattoo parlor open with its loud creaking, or the music that moved through the street that dulled back to silence when it swung shut. Even more, she didn’t notice careful blue eyes staring at the altercation, a bag of trash clutched firmly in one hand while the other rested on the stick of a grape lollipop that was tongued against her cheek.

“I apologize for the misunderstanding.” She willed on through clenched teeth. “Are there any other flowers that I can offer you today? Free of charge?”

“You’re damn right they’re free of charge.”

“Yes ma’am, why don’t you put in a new order with Emily. She’ll refund your card for the order.”

This seemed to please the beast that stood in front of her. She reached up and slammed the trunk of the car with a loud bang and rolled her shoulders back. If she pointed her nose up any more than it already was, it would be aimed at the sky. Beca let her own stance fall as she held open the door for the woman and let out a groan the second it closed. She felt an ache of remorse for locking Emily in with a bull in a china shop.

“Fuck,” She mumbled, leaning against the brick of the building as she worked her way over her hair. A few strands fell from her ponytail, and even with it up, she felt the sweat cling to the back of her neck. This woman would leave a bad review impossible to delete.

“Makers, right?”

Beca shot her eyes open. She knew that voice, and even more, she knew that scent. It was the girl from the liquor shop the night before. This time she wasn’t wearing a jacket- this time she had on a tight-fitting black shirt with a logo for the Crimson Door against the breast. There was a lingering smell of grape that had been pinned to the sucker between her lips.

“Four Roses… fancy meeting you here.” Beca tried not to stare at the interesting story of ink that was against the woman’s arms. She wanted to trace each design softly enough to draw out goosebumps. But that was insane, and she was staring again. “Sorry, you had to see that.”

“Oh no, you handled yourself very well, truly.” She said, shifting the candy to the other side of her mouth. “That woman needs some type of release.”

“Yeah? Like what?”

“A new haircut probably.” She shrugged her shoulders and a dark smirk suddenly took over her features. “An earth-shattering orgasm. Either one.”

Beca pondered that thought for a few moments. “Gross.”

She didn’t want to think about what Karen Montgomery did behind closed doors, but she liked talking to the girl with the tattoos. The one who stood way too close. Even with the heat of the sun, she forgot about the cold.

“You’re a tattoo artist then?” She decided to try.

“And you’re a florist.” The woman took a step back towards the alley, again leaving the conversation hanging in the air. “Seems like you’re the one that should be drinking Four Roses.”

#Beca Mitchell #Chloe Beale #Bechloe #bechloe fic rec #fanfiction #request #au #pitch perfect #pitch perfect fanfiction

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any of the Kids? (tanrine,logan, sorrel n kirsikka too)

already did tanrine so ill do the others! also i fucked up the formatting horribly partway through so sorry if that still has any effects

logan

favorite thing about them: uhhhhhhhh…… idk now that i think abt it im not the biggest fan of canon him? i do appreciate that we have At Least One chub/fat character but also like. the bar feels so low lolleast favorite thing about them: i dont like how hes treated like a Pure Lil Kid like tanrine is………….. like he LITERALLY watched clementine nearly die (and at the hand of someone close to him too). and then presumably within a year of that his mom drowned. he stays up too late playing video games on the regular and just gdhkjsgjfshljhfaldskjsha he gives off such Depression Vibes but hes NOT and it infuriates me. hes the fucking epitome of depressed teenager. but tammys just like :^) the only mental issues of any kind that anyone has are body issues :^) like… please……………… he may be physically soft but he is not an uwu boy.favorite line: “I’M PERFECTLY FINE AND OK!”brOTP: cosmo (gamer bros) bella (Big Sister) jonquil (kidsquad and ps eventually Get Close and they have the solidarity of oldest in each group + Same Trauma)OTP: the rest of the kidsquad i guess? also this is very lowkey and hypothetical but angelo….. i hc logan as 17 and that angelo just turned 18 at the time of him dropping the mask so imo theyre not rly that far apart agewisenOTP: remember back in like spring/early summer 2016 when people jokingly shipped him and whinter for a bit? that was bad dontrandom headcanon: really into mechanics/engineering!!!!! in school au hes def in a robotics clubunpopular opinion: already said this up in least fav but hes bepression. also i feel like hes Kind Of An Asshole? not intentionally hes just beyond the point of giving a shit.also this is more like… serious but i really do not like the thing with his halloween costume being a werewolf. like. i dont wanna go too into depth but its…………………… NOT GOOD song i associate with them: superfast jellyfish - gorillaz, generation why - conan grayfavorite picture of them: ive got a COUPLE. first one is his process of emotions of Marian Gay. also not pictured here cause its big but the snowing pic and also the komala pic and his yawn on first match pg 4

sorrel

favorite thing about them: i appreciate having some pure, genuine, raw, unadulterated anger. least favorite thing about them: CONSTANTLY USED AS COMIC RELIEF. like GOD give my boy a rest and some character development Pleasefavorite line: he doesnt really. have. any. :’) brOTP: JONQUIL + the other two sj members…. also bella. she rly sees herself in him. she too was once an angry teen. OTP: tanrine tbh….. logan and kirsikka too ofcnOTP: DAISY!!!!!!!! and you know. anyone over 18. side note he def has Baby Gay crushes on jonquil and/or cosmo but Thats Not Something To Actually Shiprandom headcanon: re:above hes bi because bi teenagers! we are everywhere! also like .. when basically his only friends are Those Three? like. unpopular opinion: it feels like the only content we get of him is ship content, making fun of his height, and [SCREAMS]. like. please. actually as far as tammys male characters go? their height seems to largely correlate with the quality of content they get…. and as sorrel is the shortest. he doesnt get jack shit.song i associate with them: gonna go far kid - the offspring (DONT @ ME), pardon my freedom - !!!, baby’s on fire - die antwoordfavorite picture of them: THE STYLE TESTS SHE DID W HIM TWO OR SO YEARS AGO? GODLIKE

kirsikka

favorite thing about them: HMMMM…… im glad we have weeb representation. shes just out there. living her Best Life. enjoying some gotdamn Content. hell yeah least favorite thing about them: IDK i guess just how…. little content we get of her? also like tanrine and daisy she appears to have the Awful character trait of shipping other people. stop thatfavorite line: SHE DOESNT HAVE MANY RIP…. “dont fall asleep there are still two seasons left”brOTP: bella and [REDACTED]…. wait i jsut realized ive listed bella for all four KidSquad members as brotp. she really is Big Sister Energy. also weve never seen her interacting with logan? let them be The FriendsOTP: the other three kidsquad members, [REDACTED] if a certain theory of mine turns out to be wrong, and depending on ages, merry (rd) in bup!nOTP: idk just. anyone over 18. shes babey. random headcanon: i dont think this is too patreon-y to say? since vadelma more or less seems to b gemstone themed, assuming kirsikka has a similar power, hear me out………… geode eye hole.unpopular opinion: idk if this is so much an unpopular opinion but ???? ive been hoping for quite a while that we get a plotline thing for her and that never happened. just now i was going through stuff related to her on the cct blog and “she has not expressed any interest in trying to battle again. As far as her family knows” hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm please tammy. pleasesong i associate with them: ahhhhhh idk… since i do all my playlists by a number system and its not rly clear where she fits into that as a side character….. i dont have a playlist for her…… i guess strawberry blonde - mitski tho? also this is way more ship related but lollipop - mika. and obligatory caramelldansenfavorite picture of them:

(that second one is from her sketching on stream. sadly that version of the page didnt end up being the final one :( still adorable tho)

#im sorry i dont have that much for sorrel or kirsikka :( we dont see them enough #tt #ask meme #sammy i will get to yours EVENTUALLY. sorry this took so long rip but im having dinner w a friend and im leaving in half an hour so i dont #anonymous #asks #AGH MY TAG #i dont have time to start any more :(#ramblins #cause Three In One

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