#at least give a dang warning before you play it and give us who don't wanna experience that a chance to skip it. you could at LEAST give--

[hollowsart]

youtube video and ao3 fanfic pet peeves:

- vague disclaimer that tells you nothing of the contents that it should be warning you about, really puts the viewer off from watching at all. even worse is when the disclaimer is also hard to even look at or read. That's a really important thing to have up?? why would you have it up for 0.2 seconds and make it an eye straining eyesore??? rude.

- when the video on dark subjects, like discussing photos or videos of mysterious deaths or some form of distressing (true crime mysteries?) events, actually shows the footage. with or without audio. Why would you do that? Why would you do that? You already described what happened, you did NOT NEED TO PLAY IT OUT. WHY IS THIS ALLOWED AT ALL ON YOUTUBE? Genuinely. Why the heck?

- improper tagging. like. you just didn't think to tag certain stuff cuz apparently it was too common and normal that you thought it unnecessary.. when in reality, it could very well be someone's squick. (this is especially prevalent in the more explicit side of fanfics. please tag your contents, like oh my gosh please, it will make it easier to find as well for anyone trying to find more of a certain thing!!)

- A ton of tags that make it really difficult to read through them all to see if there's anything to look out for or avoid as a reader. even worse when it's a collection of variously unrelated fandom things.. I think we can make it more organized.. by separating them all into their own individual works instead of one massive work like a masterlist. it really doesn't do any favors.

>:| not tagging the important stuff, but instead putting those things in the description box with brackets. that doesn't do anything except make you impossible to be filtered out which makes you a piece of trash for doing that in the first place. actually use the tagging system. please.

[petricakegames]

Another Round

"Another Round" is a 25k word, interactive fiction, urban fantasy game made with Twine for the Single Choice Game Jam.

PLAY THE GAME | REVIEW | KOFI

Written and coded for the Single Choice Game Jam! The Jam where you only give one choice to the player!

STORY

You play as Maddie, a woman in love with a woman named Agnes. Actually, she hates her. Actually, it's complicated. You definitely broke things off with her. And you don't regret it. At least once.

Yes. At least once per day, you don't regret ending it with Agnes. Except tonight. You definitely regret it tonight.

Those are the facts you can't change. How any of those things came to be is up to your imagination. It's not part of the story, anyway. The story is about tonight. The night you save Agnes...or not. You don't get a lot of say in what happens.

Well, you get a say. Once.

So maybe you save her. Maybe you save yourself. Maybe the "fuck it" train you're on derails and takes the whole nightclub with you. The story is a bit unhinged. But, then again, so are you.

FEATURES

gender-locked; name-locked; appearance-locked, sexuality-locked (congrats! you're a lesbian) protagonist. No customization available--free yourself from the burden of choice!

bad life choices come pre-made! Never fear. I'm sure you'll be able to make some more of them. Or, hmm, I guess just one more bad life choice, technically

adult language the author has already used in this description without warning...dang

hundreds of endings, but only one place the story stops. Lots of things can end, you know. The breath you just took ended

set in a world with demons and half-demons because why not?

unhealthy coping strategies! Co-dependent former relationships!

a demon who calls himself Seven because he liked that movie and tends to shout "WHAT'S IN THE BOX?" at inappropriate moments

a single choice in the entire game. Make it a good one

"Another Round" is intended for an adult audience. Content warnings are available in the game menu before the story begins.

[ghostiiess]

[NSB HEADCANONS] - ryan being your boyfriend

তততততততততততততততততততততততততততততততততততততততত

pov: ryan nguyen (azngami) is your boyfriend!!

warning: none

type: wholesome

member: ryan nguyen (or known for azngami)

at first, ryan would be like "hummmm.... no, thank you." BUT THIS WON'T LAST LONG, I PROMISE!

at first, when you started to hang out with the NSB members, you started to notice how ryan was quiet and silent compared to the others members

but then, when you guys started being friends.. oh dang it!

he wasn't too shy anymore

we can clearly see a difference, between the first video NSB did and in the latest video they posted, how ryan is less shy and omg, i'm so proud of him :( he really love his friends

now that you're boyfriends and girlfriends... he isn't shy anomyre (at least with you)

he created a close friendship with you

he love how he can be himself in front of you and you wouldn't judge

like... before, he wouldn't say if he was sad or angry to you because he would be scared that you'll judge him or tell the boys

he just don't want to worry your pretty little head <3

but now that you guys are dating, he tell you everything

sure, he's still a bit shy, but less than the first time you guys met

when you guys met for the first time, he was a bit cold and wasn't talking that much

the first time he saw you, he thought you were really pretty

and it kinda made him sad that he couldn't ask you out since he's scared of rejection and don't really know how to do it properly :(

but a couple of weeks later, when you asked him for his number, he tried his best to avoid the fact he was having a lot of butterflies in his belly

not a lot of people do that type of things to him, so when he saw you were serious, he was so happy

he's so into you <3

like.. sometimes he think about you and just zone out

the nsb members have to remember him to eat or something like that 😭

"oh yeah... hum.. i was in my thoughts"

"still thinking of y/n?" said oli laughing

"y-yeah.." he replied shyly

he won't say it to you, but you're constantly in his thoughts

all he do, he's doing it for you and the stars <3

you guys are super close, it's like the Ying and the Yang! you guys complete each other (LIKE HIS YING AND YANG TATTO OMG-🥺)

"hey... i brought us matching hoodies.. want to wear them with me?"

ryan love PDA. LITTERALLY!

he wouldn't make out with you in public (it's a good day to avoid traumatisation to kids!!) but he would hold your hands and kiss your cheeks if he feel like it

i mean, he will always holds your hands even if he isn't in public

while walking, while cooking, while talking.. HE JUST LOVE YOUR HANDS SO MUCH OKAY?

he would def have a plushie with you

"this is our kid, y/n. "

i feel ryan would be the type to hype you all the time

"you look good, y/n!"

"sheesh, babe! you're cute"

"looking great!"

stream on twitch with him

"oh yeah guys! this is my girlfriend y/n! everyone says hi to her! "

he would makde youtube videos with you

"this is a special video because today i'm with my girlfriend y/n!"

he would do everything for you to be proud of him

he just want your love and your hugs and your kisses and everything he can have

"AYOOOO??? WHAT DID SHE SAY??"

this man is territorial

you're his

and only his

if he saw a person trying to flirt with you, he'll hold your waist with his arms and he'll kiss your cheeks

"babe, i just saw something... wanna check it out with me?"

he wouldn't be scared to end the conversation with the other person (who was trying to flirt with you) just so you could be with him

"jealous? i am notttt!! i just wanted to.. show you the things i wanted! check this controller!"

if you don't believe me, check his tiktoks ("when we're dating, you're mine" or "dating me is easy... you just have to kiss me every 3 minutes...")

"you're so fucking pretty.."

he won't ever say it to you but he appreciate you so much

he appreciate the little things you do for him, like when you're giving him water when he's playing videos games or when you do him a massage because he played way too much and now his back is sore 😭

he would dye your hair if you want to

you would def dye his hair for sure! he trust enough to play with the color and to make it cool

"we should have matching hairs one day"

he would do everything he can to make you smile and make you happy

you'll be best friend with the nsb members and sometimes, ryan would be a bit *jealous* of them (even though he know his best friends would never do that to him)

"i know jp weren't flirting with you, but.. can we cuddle together? i missed my girlfriend"

LOT of cuddles and kisses

gaming with him <3

if you don't know how to play, he'll teach you

and he'll laugh at you if you start to be angry because you can't win

he would actually let you win on purpose just so he could see your smile and your excitment

he just want to see you smile and being happy

he think your smile is like a diamond

it's precious and super beautiful (IM CRYING-)

"you know babe... to me, you're like a precious stone. you're so hard to find but when we find you, we want to show you to others, to.. aah fuck, i forgot what i wanted to say, never mind"

"sorry, it was so fucking cheesy, i'm sorry" while laughing

lot of inside jokes

he already said in one of seb's car talk that he would love to have a date by flying light lanterns with his significant other. so i'm sure he would like to do that kind of thing with you :)

the boys would find you so cute together

darren would be a bit jealous because he wouldn't be able to hug his peanut anymore :') (but he actually love seeing you guys smiling and laughing)

the Stars are so happy for him to have find a partner like you

he would sing you to sleep (did anyone heard his voice?? IT'S SO RELAXING AND SO PEACEFUL! I swear-)

in conclusion, ryan would be a good boyfriend who would comfort and help you 24/7

[spearxwind]

as someone who. does not keep up with games pre-release, like, at all. what was below zero like before it was changed? i don't think i even heard about BZ until after it was released which is shocking considering how obsessed i am with the first game lmao

God so. It was actually pretty dang different. Jacksepticeye has a playlist where he played through the early access below zero builds. If you were unsatisfied with below zero (as i very much was), I greatly recommend looking up the playthroughs and checking them out cause the whole arc is sooo much better than what we ended up getting

for starters, robin's sister sam wasnt dead. Robin and her spoke to each other, as her sister was on a space station orbiting 4546B, and the main plot was about thwarting alterras meddling with the planet and keep the precursors and their tech from their knowledge, with robin as an actor on the surface doing stuff, and robins sister on the satellite using her admin job to keep alterra off of robins back. it was actually a pretty dope setup!

Another major difference is what pushed robin into the ocean, which was a huge avalanche destroying the base she was in. As in, robin was ACTUALLY stationed in the frozen zone working, when an avalanche destroys her base and forces her to go into the water to survive.

All of this was changed in the final cut to remove sam from the plot and having robin instead just crash land on 4546B to try to find her.

I think they also changed Maida's purpose a LOT because she was hinted at being more useful and it feels like, if the whole 'keeping alterra off your back' arc had remained, she would have had much more to do with it than she ended up having in the final cut. which was bossing you around to fetch a single thing and then not being relevant again

It just really feels like something went wrong and the story of the game is half baked at MOST (not to mention the design of the map but that's for another rant...) because like... when robin gets al-an in her head she is just so adamant on removing her and then SHE STAYS THAT WAY basically the whole game? al-an is nothing but a sweetheart to her and shes so fucking mean to him all the time i actually just didnt get it while i was playing. its so unnecessary, constantly cuts him off, shuts him up, etc etc. pretty much all the way until the end.

and then suddenly for the ending cutscene they are practically in love with zero warning. shes like oh my god i would follow you anywhere i would go anywhere with you. Bestie you hated his guts the whole 10 hour runtime of game what are you talking about................

It genuinely feels like something went wrong for sure.

And like, the alpha game pre-release was practically done!! The last major update they did to the early access was up until you create the body for al-an, which is literally the second to last thing you do for the story. You give him a body, and then immediately after that you can trigger the ending scene (at least in the final release, they might have had more planned after that in the original writing bu we will never know)

Which just made it so insanely jarring when you played the final release, which released over a year after that (i think), and the whole story arc was just. Gone. Replaced with what we got. I might be insane and the story got more and more replaced as early access went on, I am just going off of my memories of watching Jack's playthrough so take what I say with a grain of salt in terms of timeline accuracy, but the game was definitely changed beyond recognition from early access to final release as it went a complete and total rewrite more than halfway into production when they let go of their lead writer

[plantsarepeopletoo]

Pisaeng's mom and Outing people in Thai BL

I started to write this as a response to @bengiyo (editing to add bengiyo’s very important surveillance blog. I didn’t see it before I wrote this) @lurkingshan

My initial read was that Max likes the mom, so she's going around saying all the right things on the surface but we know that isn't the case.

I say this because maybe the show is trying to give a little grace to the people who are spying on Pisaeng to his mom. They might think she's safe. This doesn't make it ok. We need to do better as a group at protecting each other.

Obviously this is a warning for Pisaeng and for us. Don't out people! Don't trust people in power. You never know what is happening behind closed doors, you don't know if people are safe.

He doesn’t feel safe. He doesn't want to drink, and certainly not around his mom.

I think it's kinda important here that she doesn't even say bar. She's upset he went to a gay bar to drink and didn't talk to her about it first. So she could head off any non straight thoughts in his head. She doesn't want him to be connected to the community. Which, she doesn't name if my Thai is right here.

I really wasn't paying attention the first time through here, no, she isn't comfortable with her son being gay, she doesn't like the optics, and she's trying to play off being concerned. No wonder he doesn't want to drink if this is the kind of politics he has to play at home.

Then we have Kawi just spilling all the beans everywhere, his virginity, his feelings, his time travel. Kawi is too trusting, no wonder Piseang really liked the completely unfiltered episode 1 Kawi. Now we just need that Kawi out here without alcohol.

I am enjoying the little moment where Pisaeng doesn't even question how Kawi knows his dad is about to die in a specific time frame. Kawi doesn't remember saying anything, so he doesn't pick up on it either. I'm not sure if Pisaeng believes Kawi, but now is not the time or place to figure that out, he just needs to push Kawi to do the right thing.

Bonus: the most confused face. Dang it I have photoshop, I need to gif.

But as half baked meta on Thai BL: has anyone noticed Thai BL doesn't take outing other people seriously? The person who outs the gay character is never punished for it. Maybe they get brushed off as jealous or homophobic.

Is it not seen as a taboo in Thailand? Even Pear here call out Not for speculating.

It has happened in a few BL at least, and people do not call out other for outing gay people, and I'm blanking on examples. If anyone has examples of either way, I'd love it.

[minty-marshmallow]

Once Upon a Crime [Spoiler Warning]

So, this is a retelling of Little Red Riding Hood I assume? I love how overly dramatized Japanese dramas are lol, like why is this woman crackling like that haha?

What a strange lady, and why use magic that you're not even good at lol. Something tells me this was a set up though. So, who is this lady? Why is she out here in the forest like that? Oh, so it's Cinderella.

Little Red is quite observative and smart though.

[I also just realized this is a movie and not a series lol]

Yo, is she crying or laughing? (actors/actresses who can't really cry are annoying to be honest lol but whatever) Wait, she's supposed to be ugly? The actress is so pretty though.

OMG, the step-sister just killed the pigeon like that!? That's crazy!

So the dresses will run out of magic before the shoes do though. I wonder if that will be important? Maybe, it will play out with how the original fairytale goes, and that's how the prince finds Cinderella.

Why is the mouse man laughing like that? That's so ominous. Dang, that just scared me lol what did they hit? Oh...shit they hit a person...is he dead? I mean I guess that's what you get when you let a mouse drive a carriage.

Well, he is dead, but they didn't kill him. So I wonder who did? Poor Cinderella does have a good heart she wants to report it but Little Red doesn't want her to miss the ball. Also why she gotta make an evil face like that?

Well, their dresses really stand out, don't they? I guess the witch didn't get the dress code memo haha. Oh, Margot isn't there, I wonder if she committed the crime? What woman that disappeared?Also, the prince is quite handsome.

Oh no, the body was found and they're probably going to be accused. Little Red is right though, they can't just leave because that's just like seeming guilty.

Well, at least they are doing a pretty good investigation I suppose. Naw, that's too easy of a theory for a movie bruh lol. I don't think Anne did it. Plus, we're not even halfway through the movie yet.

So Han wasn't even really a good guy, he was kind of a jerk. So Anne was sneaking around though lol, but I told you she didn't do it. I don't think the Prince did either though. Okay, so he threw the crown away...so what lol. [I love Japanese shows they're so funny to be honest]

Aww, he really loved the maid. I wonder why she left though? The king says it wasn't because of him, so I wonder why. Look, Little Red does have bad timing but she's got a point. They need to move on with the actual investigation, not try and fix their father/son relationship at the moment. It's good that he didn't give him the mirror. I feel bad that his own father accused him of killing Hans though. I genuinely feel like he wouldn't do that. I mean he might have been upset about being blackmailed and stuff but I don't think he seems like the kind to kill.

Oh, evidence is piling up against him though. Oh is that creepy person that snuck in, is that the missing maid? Hold on, why is the stepmother trying to divert the blame back to the prince? Didn't she want Anne to marry the prince? So why is she trying to put the blame back on him but discounting this lady's testimony?

Lol, that was so quick. Little Red is smart though. But also I think she's just lucky too because she just happened to find the bramble from his clothing. Anyway, I hope that the creepy lady is the maid and that she and the prince can get married.

Okay, so they didn't solve the murder and he's just letting everyone go. Their magic is about to run out lol. I wonder if the prince is going to end up with Cinderella or the maid? If the stepmother doesn't shut up about her daughter Anne...good grief.

So she did leave her shoe like in the story. So, the magic doesn't run out if it's not on her person? Oh, wait...the shoes will last for 24 hours. I forgot that part.

Ah ha, I knew it! I said I thought Margot did it. However, she says it's an accident. Okay, so someone hit her and then set her up to make her look like the killer. This is very interesting.

Well, Little Red didn't lie. She never said she would help her. Margot just kept spilling out the truth. That's a piece of a glass slipper, right? Plus I knew she didn't actually kill Hans.

Wait, what did she figure out? Because I'm kind of confused.

Aww, the prince came to find Cinderella just like in the story. Okay, look in the back of my head I was wondering if Cinderella killed him. Now, I'm bout to find out how and why. Well, I mean I still don't think she intentionally meant to kill him. She didn't want her hair cut and the dude was really creepy. However, I guess it was worse to try and cover it up.

I feel bad for Cinderella though. She did kill him but I don't think she meant to. Aww, I'm glad it was Remi and I'm glad that the prince and her got to reconcile and get married.

So, they gonna make this into a series or what? lol I'd like to see more.

[heresathreebee]

That G-D Ring of Yours

High Fidelity’s Robyn Brooks X Female reader

Summary: You seek comfort from your neighbor Rob

Masterlist

There's probably gonna be a part 2

Word count: 2.5k words

Warning(s): +15 | implied cheating, internalized homophobia, heterosexism, author and Rob swearing, no hate to polyamorists but major hate to bad faith players, shameless self insert, no beta, barely edited, long as fuck I'm so sorry

Author's note: I'm having anxiety for no discernable reason and my brain has decided this is ideal fuel for a fic, so please enjoy. EDIT: ha ha yeah still anxious but we're doing stuff about it

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"-- And she just touched my hand by accident and I just felt this–  this spark between us…" 

It was so sweet how he was talking about it. Or at least it would be were this not your fiancé explaining how he had been seeing another person behind your back. Had you rushed into things with him? Gotten hitched after three months because of familial pressure to settle down and start your family? Quite possibly.

But it didn't make that stabbing in your gut hurt any less. 

You had been a little gung-ho from date number 1, but he had been right there with you the whole time. Date number 2 happened the following weekend and then you just kept seeing each other more and more until before you knew it you had been introduced to each other's extended families and announced your engagement on Valentine's Day. 

You started to suspect something was amiss on Sunday, when you were braiding your hair on the bed and he had gone to take a shower. He accidentally set his phone screen aside with a text chat still open. Thinking nothing of it (he had already told you he was talking to Mark about getting drinks tonight), you looked at the name and saw it belonged to a woman you had never heard of before. Your immediate reaction was 'she must be a new coworker or a cousin,' but then you glanced again and saw the text conversation mirrored the same kind of ‘sentiments’ he texts you. 

The dirt burned into your brain for eternity: 

You had looked away then. You were actually not going to say anything at all to him that night– had planned to bring it up after Tuesday dinner with your auntie's family, but something came up. It turns out that Jessabelle also frequented the same Starbucks as you (and she's your age, not a teen like you worried). You can't even find it in you to be mad at her since it seemed like she had no idea who you were when she showed you the picture of her date at a baseball game. You tried not to puke as you asked for her number and to send her that picture "for her contact profile." 

You hadn't heard a word your fiance had said since the beginning of the phone call and you cut him off with some excuse you barely remember. You tossed your phone carelessly onto the couch and laid back on the cushions in defeat. What now? 

You weren't really a drinker or a smoker, and you didn't exactly have friends who would be supportive right now. You could hear them now, your family too– asking you what you did wrong, telling you to just forgive him or how to get even, or simply saying 'well what do you expect? Boys will be boys.' 

Maybe… no, you definitely need to get this off your chest before you do something stupid like pretend to forget about it. You had a bad habit of that because you tend to fall fast and hard. Perhaps your neighbor could give you some advice. 

Thank the Lord for fire escapes. Rob lived on the floor beneath you, always playing something good from her huge collection of vinyl records. You've told her at least a hundred times before if she played nothing but Phil Collins for the rest of eternity, you could die happy. You crossed your fingers and hoped you weren't being weird or invading her privacy. 

Thankfully, she seemed to be expecting you. She even motioned that the latch was undone and waved you inside. Ok the second wine glass made your face grow hot. 

"I'm not interrupting am I?" 

Rob gave you a warm smile. "I could hear you pacing around your kitchen for about an hour. Was about to come and get you actually." 

She pressed the glass into your hand and you made an effort not to grimace. Rob liked her drinks cheap and strong and she never held back. You tried a sip just to be polite, and she snorted at the face you pulled. 

"That's right, you like that sweet stuff. What's it called again?" 

"Stella Rosa," you mumbled, grateful when she takes the glass back and hands you a water to replace it. 

"Favorite flavor," she asked looking at her phone. 

"Uh… the peach and the rosé. They're all pretty good, not gonna lie." 

"OK, take this, grab a blanket from the hall closet, and tell me what's going on." 

You curled up on Rob's couch and put your feet up. There were piles of records all over the place, empty beer cans and a pizza box or two on the coffee table. Your neighbor tapped away at her phone screen before silencing it and slipping it in her back pocket. She gave you a minute or two to speak up, sipping her drink like you two had all night. Which actually you did as you did not want to see your fiancé right now. 

You felt two fingers gently tap your forehead. "Come on, dreamer, tell me what's going on in that head of yours." 

You swallow the lump in your throat. "I feel a little over dramatic saying my life is about to fall apart." 

Rob raised her eyebrows at you. "Damn, OK." 

You rush to correct yourself– explain your weird sentiment in more detail but you end up just vomiting words until your voice is hoarse. 

"I mean– like– like it's not falling apart per say or whatever– I… the rest of my life is fine its just my relationship that's screwed. Which I guess I'm more worried about because it's gonna screw up all my other relationships for a while too– dang it, let me start over–" 

"Babe! Slow down. Breathe." Rob switched drinks with you and against your better judgement you took a sip. Oddly enough it did calm you down. "So… it's your fiancé, right? What did he do?" 

You stared at her trying to unscramble your thoughts. "He… I found out he was kind of... dating another person. After I found out, he tried to explain that he didn't think I would mind–" 

Rob barked, "let me guess: he didn't think you were exclusive? Pull the Main Chick, Side Chick schtick? Tried to claim 'polyamory' after he got caught?" 

Two and two clicked together at last. "Yeah… yeah, he did!," you scoffed, "and it's not like it didn't ever come up in conversation: we spent our third date talking out our, like, sexualities and fantasies and fetishes and shit. If he was polyamorous, wh- why wouldn't he have brought it up then?" 

"That is so fucked." 

You took a deeper draft of her wine, coughing before setting it aside. Up until now, you've been numb. Now there's this wave of anger boiling up to the surface and you hear yourself getting louder. Rob doesn't flinch but she does give you this look of empathy unlike anything you've seen before. 

"If he– if he would have just asked me, I would have told him it was fine. My family does shit like that all the time: nobody bats an eye! If he really thought I wouldn't mind, he wouldn't have been so freaking sneaky about it. He literally lied, Robyn!" 

You whipped around and for a brief moment you knew you looked crazy. "He said he was going out for drinks with his guy friend, but he was making plans to go to a baseball game with a girl I've never heard of! If he really thought I wouldn't mind, or if he 'thought I would understand,' then why would go out of his way to lie about who he was with?" 

Someone buzzed Rob's door and she left you on the couch momentarily, coming back quickly with two bottles of your favorite wine. "Damn girl, these are kinda bougie: Peach or Rosé?" 

"I--"you choked, "Robyn you didn't have to–" 

"Peach it is!" She unscrewed the caps and handed you the whole freaking bottle of white, downing the last of her merlot and getting a fresh glass for you. 

You felt a little guilty she had spent money on you. But then again it had been her choice. If she didn't want you there, Rob wouldn't have let you in in the first place. Maybe you were just a tinsy bit worried you shouldn't be here. 

You and Rob took a break from talking to put on music and get a little tipsy. It came much easier with the help of the Stella Rosa, though Rob initially complained it was 5.5%, she did get accustomed to the sweetness pretty fast, and after consuming half the bottle, realized it was a little easier to get carried away with a drink like this. She admitted it was her first time trying rosé and now she was hooked. Eventually you started talking again, just spilling your guts out with no filter anymore. 

"I really think I just hate myself," you said cuddling the cool glassware. "When I found out, I wasn't even thinking of it as a betrayal of my trust– it felt like I was trying to come to terms with it so I could continue with the relationship. Not because it would make me happy but because… I don't know… it's what everybody else wants me to do. They don't even know about it and I was fully prepared not to tell them even though they'd want me to marry him whether they knew or not." 

Rob barked a laugh of surprise. "Doh-K!" 

"What?" 

"Nothing, nothing…" she said, "keep going." 

You stared off into the middle distance and leaned into her side. She was a tiny bit warm despite her lithe figure. Made you want to throw your blanket over her shoulders and share your greater warmth. 

So you did (you're not great at acting out your desires but this is nice!)

"It's just easier," the words left your mouth unbidden, "I don't even know what that means, but it's true. I don't want to marry him anymore but I don't want to break it off. Not marrying Fiancé means disappointing my family. It means having to find an entire new man to marry sooner rather than later because I'm already 'behind' and lowering my already low expectations. 

"It's not gonna make me happy, but I just think it's easier to keep this wedding going because at least I won't have to find somebody new who might not be as good for me just because I didn't want him. Another man won't make me happy so there's no reason to drop him... except that I don't want him." 

Rob's brow furrowed. "Are you saying it's easier for you to please your family than it is to be happy?" 

"Yes? I– no, I– … I don't know," you sigh. "I guess you could say my priorities are a little… mismanaged." 

"Sure, you could say that." Rob wrapped her arms around your shoulders and you inhaled the scent of her soap and cigarettes. "What if you tried… like… not doing that anymore...? You just said you do whatever your family wants you to do. So, just like do what makes you happy for a change." 

It really does sound so simple the way she puts it, doesn't it? Why are you doing this to yourself? You're not dependent on them for money or security or happiness for that matter. So... why has your whole life been centered around pleasing them? 

"I think… I think I've never really sat down and thought about what makes me happy," you admitted. "I think it's just been that way forever and I might have been too scared to try anything else." 

Rob hummed. "Are you still scared now?" 

Are you? You look into her eyes and ask yourself a question that has never crossed your mind with such depth. You used to be scared– but what is it about your happiness that you are so afraid of? OK, let’s start a little simpler: what are things that make you happy? 

“I like…” you swallowed, trying to break down the barriers you’ve built years and years ago. “I like… coffee. I like… short skirts. I like… girls– I like… my job. I like… music. I think I’d enjoy camping, you know, some day…” 

Your words… these things seemed so arbitrary and trivial. But in your house, these things cause dissent. “My family has an opinion about everything. There’s no right way to live in all of their eyes, but I think I figured out a way to get past it. Keep my head down and do what’s expected of me. Graduate college, get a respectable job, find a man to marry, drop the job and become a mother. Just… don’t make waves. It seemed better because the cousins who didn’t or couldn’t… well they became the butt of every joke at the family dinner. Lisa had one miscarriage so she was a ‘failure’ and Don never dated girls so he was gay and that was ‘bad,’ but grandma Zelda did everything a good Christian woman could do and they still gossiped about her behind her back… 

“And I just… I just let their ignorance control me for my entire life.” God, you could cry right now, but somehow it just felt too good to say it outloud. “That.. that is so fucked.” 

Robyn snorted, and you turned to her as if you’d forgotten she was there. There it was again, that sympathy. Not pity, she did not burden you with tears of her own or try to be angry for you. She just listened and understood. You twisted the diamond encrusted ring on your finger and stared at her. You felt it, that feeling in your heart. No one else had given you that look, like she could really see you. 

“You’re not going back to Fiancé, are you?” Her question was equal parts worrisome and hopeful and you already knew the answer in your heart. 

“No.”

And that was it. Decision made. Actually easier than you'd thought. Maybe not down the road but it felt good for now. There's the telling your fiancé it's over, the moving out, the public announcement, the inevitable feeling of failure, your family, god, his family too. Untangling your lives would be long and hard. You're not sure if you have that level of commitment and motivation in you but fuck it. Problems for tomorrow.

You rest your head on Rob's shoulder and hope your not pushing any boundaries. She doesn't stop you though, in fact she snuggles you deeper into her. You get the feeling she's been here before though your not sure which side or how bad it was for her.

"I like you way more in the few times I've met you than any man I've ever dated," you heard yourself say. "I'm sure that means something but I'm too tired to decide anymore. No tonight at least."

Rob chuckled. "I like you too, sugar."

If you made it this far, hi 💛 appreciate you, leave me a comment! Or just comment "💛"

[seanfalco]

Hey, I love your Klaus and Nathan fics, they are my favorite! I don't know if you do crossovers, but if you do I was wondering If you could write a fic where Nathan and Klaus fight over Y/N, each one trying to charm her and seduce her. Thank you <3

words count: 2.3k a/n: I’ll admit this was a bit of a challenge for me, but I enjoyed it.  I ended up writing three short alternate endings, so you could pick your favourite.  There’s really no plot to this, but dang if this isn’t the dream, man.

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Extricating yourself from the crowd, you made your way to the kitchen, dodging other stumbling drunken party goers til you found the makeshift bar.  Surveying your options, a voice across the counter from you caught your attention and you glanced up to see who had addressed you.

“What’re yeh drinkin’?”

As you looked up at the guy standing across from you, leaning against the counter, a kitchen towel draped over his shoulder, you caught his eye as he leered at you unabashedly, biting his lip, his gaze flicking down and back up appraisingly and you cocked an eyebrow at him, taking in his appearance as well.

Young, probably early twenties if you had to guess, he was lanky, something he’d probably grow into, with a mop of unruly dark curls and eyes that sparkled when he grinned -- his smile catching you off guard and you found yourself grinning back.  

“What, you the bartender, or something?” you asked, eyeing him skeptically.

“Well, what else would I be?” he shot back with a cheeky grin as he plucked at the towel slung over his shoulder, as if that proved it.  “I’ll be anythin’ you want me t’be,” he continued when you didn’t look convinced.

“Smooth one, aren’tcha?” you asked with a laugh, leaning against the counter and his grin widened as his eyes slipped to the low cut collar of your shirt, rather unsubtly, his adam’s apple bobbing as he stared.

“Y’know, it’s hard to trust people at parties, there are so many guys that’ll mix girls’ drinks stronger to get them drunk faster, just so they can take advantage of them” you said conspiratorially while giving him a warning look, which he blanched under, chuckling nervously. 

“That--that’s awful,” he exclaimed, scandalized, rebounding quickly.  “What kind of sick, perverted individual would do such a thing?”

His eyes darted from yours and you snorted, deciding to go easy on him -- at least he was cute.

“Look, if yeh don’t trust me, you can watch exactly how much I pour, alright?” he asked, a slight petulant huff to his voice that made you laugh and you agreed, telling him what you wanted and leaning forward to watch him mix it, laughing even harder when he tried to get fancy and nearly dropped the bottle of liquor, managing to catch it before much spilled.

“Thank you, uhm…?” you exclaimed as he handed you the cup, hesitating, waiting for him to supply his name.

“Nathan,” he replied and you ducked your head, raising your cup in thanks.

“And do I get th’pleasure of knowin’ your name?” he asked, his cheeky smirk returning, “so I’ll at least know what name I’ll be moanin’ tonight when I get lucky,” he added with a wink and you quickly brought your cup to your lips to hide your flushed cheeks, a little surprised that your drink really wasn’t all that strong.

“Are you always this self-assured?” you asked, once you’d composed yourself.  “I’m actually a little impressed.”

Nathan merely grinned, spreading his hands and shrugging.

Rolling your eyes, you decided to go easy on him once more, he had made you a drink after all, and hadn’t been too much of a creep about it.

“I’m [y/n],” you answered and Nathan opened his mouth, no doubt to make another cheeky remark when you felt someone sidle up to the counter next to you, his voice cutting Nathan off and drawing your attention.

“[y/n], huh?  Such a lovely name.  In fact, it happens to be my mother’s name as well, what a coincidence.”

“Oh, really?” you asked, not bothering to hide the sarcasm in your voice, though an amused grin played at your lips -- this hadn’t been the first time you’d heard such a line used before.

“Well, it could’ve been,” the newcomer quipped with a shrug, flashing you a roguish grin that made your breath hitch as you turned to him.  “I never had the pleasure of knowing her, but you…” he paused, taking your hand in his before bringing it to his lips, his manicured facial hair tickling your skin as his dark rimmed eyes flicked up to yours, quickening your pulse and you couldn’t but notice his dark fingernail polish and distinctive palm tattoos.

“...You I’d definitely like to know,” he finished, his long wavy curls brushing his shoulder as he tilted his head to smile at you.

“How sad,” you replied, feigning seriousness to his tired pickup line, watching the handsome stranger in front of you with curiosity, feeling Nathan’s scowl on the pair of you.

“It is, but c’est la vie,” the man mused with a vacant wave of his hand and a dramatic sigh, “perhaps you’d like to distract me from the heart-wrenching sorrow?”

Fighting back a grin, you tilted your head to match, propping your hand on your hip.  “Alright drama queen, do you have a name?”

“You, dear fraulein, may call me Klaus,” he intoned, his eyes flicking past you to Nathan and a smug grin twisted his lips.

Oh boy, you thought, knowing where this was headed.

“So,” Nathan exclaimed loudly, trying to catch your attention back from Klaus.  “What’s a bird like you doin’ at a party like this all alone?  That is, unless you came here with someone--?”

Oh, very subtle.

You took another drink from your cup before answering.  “Are you asking if I have a boyfriend?” you asked pointedly, onto his game, and Nathan shrugged, frowning.

“Well, do yeh?” he replied.

Glancing over, you found Klaus looking just as interested, though he hid it better, plucking a bottle out from the others and pouring himself a shot as he waited for your answer.

“Nope, I came here with a friend, but she ditched me to dance with some hot girl, and she’s probably busy tasting her cherry chapstick right about now, if you know what I mean,” you mumbled, tipping back the rest of your drink.  “So, which of you wants to dance with me and distract me from this heart-wrenching betrayal?” you asked, feeling rather bold as you finished off your drink, your eyes flicking between Klaus and Nathan.

Before you knew it, Klaus’s hand was in yours, pulling you with him toward the next room where the music was playing.  Glancing over your shoulder as he led you away, you flashed Nathan an apologetic smile as he was left to simmer sullenly.

However, before you could feel too bad for him, Klaus was pulling you into his arms to dance and your pulse spiked at his proximity.

“Finally, we’re alone,” he sighed melodramatically and you draped your arms over his shoulders, following his lead and swaying with him despite being completely at odds with the driving bass that poured through the speakers, much to your amusement.

“Why’d you want to get me alone so badly?” you asked curiously, your finger idly twisting in his long curls and your eyes found his.  This close he smelt of stale cigarettes and alcohol, and faintly of something else you couldn’t quite place, but it wasn’t unpleasant.

“Why not?” he countered, challenging you, “It’s so much better to go after what you want, don’t you think?”  His lips quirked into a mischievous grin, and paired with those smokey eyes you didn’t stand a chance.

“Charmer,” you murmured, melting against him as he leaned in, his lips inches from yours and you let your eyelids flutter shut in anticipation.

Suddenly you felt someone bump into Klaus, jostling you as well and your eyes snapped open.

“Sorry mate,” Nathan’s lilting voice called in faux surprise, as if it were totally a coincidence that he’d just run into the two of you.  “Guess it looks like it’s my turn,” he exclaimed, turning to you.  “Can I cut in?” he asked smugly and you couldn’t help but grin a little, letting him pull you further into the crowd as you blew a kiss to Klaus.

“You did that on purpose,” you pointed out and Nathan merely shrugged, not even bothering to look guilty.

“Maybe I did and maybe I didn’t,” he quipped and you rolled your eyes.

“Are you jealous?” you asked instead, laughing delightedly as he spluttered indignantly, taking your hands and threading his fingers with yours as you danced together.

“Me, jealous?  Of that pretty boy?  As if!”  

Throwing back your head, you laughed freely, collapsing against Nathan and though he made a show of scowling, you could tell he was pleased.

After the song ended you told him you had to use the restroom, slipping out of the crowd with a promise to return soon.

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Fixing your hair in the mirror before returning to the party, you grinned at the thought of the two equally charming, if completely opposite men out there waiting for you, knowing eventually you’d have to make a choice.

Not far, you found Nathan and Klaus eyeing each other disdainfully, catching a snippet of their conversation as you approached.

“Hey man, piss off, I saw her first, that means I have dibs!” Nathan exclaimed headedly, pointing a finger threateningly in Klaus’s amused face.

“Aww that’s cute, you actually think you have a chance with [y/n].  Clearly, she was more interested in me,” Klaus countered, gesturing to himself importantly.

“Oh, please, y’smug bastard, he had chemistry.  Didn’t yeh see her eye fuckin’ me before you came and stuck your big fat nose where it wasn’t wanted?”

“Chemistry?” Klaus scoffed, holding up his hands, flashing his inked Hello and Goodbye.  “I hate to break it to you shit stain, but that’s not what I’d call it --”

Oh shit, you thought, having heard enough of their bickering.  Bracing yourself, you strode over to them…

Nathan

“Nathan, Klaus,” you exclaimed, catching their attention, your pulse spiking as both sets of surprisingly similar eyes swung toward you.

“Klaus,” you murmured, reaching up on your toes to brush a kiss to his cheek, you flashed him a smile before pulling away, slipping your hand in Nathan’s.  “Thank you for the dance, I had a lot of fun,” you said and his face fell for a moment before he shook his head slightly, smiling to himself.

“The pleasure was all mine,” he replied and you turned, pulling a speechless Nathan with you, though he quickly shook himself out of it, sticking his tongue out at Klaus over his shoulder before you were pulling him back into the bathroom with you.

Not wasting any time, as soon as the door clicked shut you yanked Nathan to you, his lips colliding with yours and a pleased moan slipped from your mouth and he kissed you back eagerly, his hands wandering hungrily.

Pulling back for a moment Nathan gaped at you.  “Why’d you pick me for?” he asked between kisses and you jumped up to the counter, taking your shirt off before slipping his over his head and trailing your fingers down his smooth chest, your gaze holding his.

“Because you made me laugh, and besides, you smirked, taking his hand and guiding it to your breast, “he had chemistry.”

Klaus

“Nathan, Klaus,” you exclaimed, catching their attention, your pulse spiking as both sets of surprisingly similar eyes swung toward you.  

Catching Klaus’s eyes you shared a look and his lips twitched as you turned apologetically to Nathan, reaching up to brush an errant curl from his forehead. 

“Nathan, thank you for the drink and the dance, but I think I’m gunna --” the rest of your words were cut off as Klaus draped his arm over your shoulder, pulling you close to his side.

“We’re gunna get outta here,” Klaus exclaimed smugly, wheeling you away from Nathan who gaped after you.

“Oh, sure, whatever, pick him!” he called after you.  “There’re plenty of other drunk impressionable girls here who’ll wanna shag me!”

Once you’d left the noise of the party behind, you walked across the street to a nearby park, empty at this time of night, Klaus sitting at an empty bench, pulling you into his lap.

“Now, I seem to remember being in the middle of something before we were so rudely interrupted,” he mused softly, his gaze finding yours as his hands slipped up to cradle your face.

“Hmm, you’ll have to remind me, I can’t quite remember…” you teased, smirking as pulled you closer, finally pressing his lips to yours.  Wanting more you swiped your tongue impatiently against his bottom lip, tasting him as a shiver raced down your spine.

“So hasty,” he murmured against your lips, grinning.

“What can I say, it’s so much better to go after what you want, don’t you--” before you could get the words out, Klaus took you by surprise, drawing your bottom lip between his teeth before his tongue darted into your mouth, deepening the kiss like you’d wanted and soon you were full on making out in the middle of the park, not really caring if anyone saw.

Both

“Gentlemen, let’s not fight,” you exclaimed, cutting off their argument, your pulse spiking as both sets of surprisingly similar eyes swung toward you, but a mischievous smile tugged at your lips, heat rushing through you at the thought that had gripped you.  

“...After all,” you murmured, taking both their hands and drawing them with you, “there’s enough to share.”

Klaus’ and Nathan’s eyes widened, Nathan’s mouth going slack while Klaus merely grinned darkly, and both men let you lead them back to the host’s bedroom, away from the rest of the party.  

“That is, if you think you can get along long enough for that,” you purred, shutting the door behind you.

“This isn’t my first rodeo, sweetheart,” Klaus exclaimed, slipping to the bed and pulling you into his lap, brushing your hair aside to trail his lips along your neck teasingly, drawing a soft moan from you as you reached for Nathan, pulling him down next to you.

“I can share, if he can,” he muttered, swallowing thickly and you grinned, hooking your finger under his collar and drawing him to you, pressing your lips to his, and soon you weren’t sure whose hands were whose, the only thing you were certain of what that you were so glad you’d come to this party tonight.

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[homemadepastasauce]

A Wild Night

Genre: Smut and hot trash

Pairing: Female Reader X Doyoung, Jimin, Jackson, And Mark

Warning: Not something my mom and I are proud of, Y/N as usual has their legs open 24/7

Alternate Title: Girl goes to party and fricks guys she's barely on a first name basis with.

Author's Note: My first ff! If I made any mistakes no I didn't. If you got any request, request them, I write for anime and kpop ( don't take my account seriously though).

Disclaimer: Y/N doesn't rights, and I feel as the president of the Y/N Sucks Hate Club it's my duty to do this. Also, don't do drugs.

Ok, let me set the scene. You were the guest to one of the biggest party in all of LA, and boy were you excited. You may or may not have slept your way in with the bouncer, but that's a story for a different time. So, you get into the club and the music, weed, and vodka hit. You love that smell. It's powerful. You look around and see unhealthy of amount of hotties. This was your dream come true. First things first you hit the dance floor with a load of people touching up on each other. The DJ dude was crazy too, he was playing all of your favorite tunes. Vibes, absolute vibes.

For like thirty minutes you were busting your moves, like a complete dance machine. You were lost in space, but then you felt two strong arms grab onto your hips from behind.

The stranger whispered in your ear, his breath smelling of slight booze, "You have got to be the most good looking stranger I've seen in a long time." This statement filled your raging ego with pride, it brought a smirk to your face.

"So what website did you get that one from?"

He chuckled, "So, that's how your gonna act, huh? I can't say I don't like it. I'm Doyoung."

"Y/N"

"Say, would care to have a drink with me, Y/N?"

"Sure, but you better not waste my time with this small talk."

"Oh, I promise there won't be a lot of talking when I'm through with you," he grabs your hand and walks you over to the bar.

"Hey, bartender, let me get two shots of Grey Goose with a couple squeezes of lime," you say with a big smile.

"How'd you know I like vodka and why lime?"

"Lucky guess, and lime gives a little kick to it," you replied.

Actually if you were being honestly, it wasn't a lucky guess, you always ordered that. He's just easily impressed. You could tell in no time this guy would be banging your brains out. Drinks are easy baits to get what you want, everyone always seems to fall for it.

💫⭐Quick starter recipe for success by Y/N, an established piece of trash⭐💫

Regular vodka = boring and basic (you didn't even try, easily forgettable)

Vodka with a lil spice to it = a squeeze of lemon? lime? orange? (heck even a slash of henny is a positive plus plus)

"So what do you want and hope to achieve out of this, Y/N?" The bartender sets down your glasses and walks away.

"I don't know. You were the one that came up to me, I'm just going with the flow." You were messing with him, of course, both of you only wanted one thing and one thing alone.

"You're a strange person Y/N," he leaned in close to your ear, "but I know what you want."

You chugged the spicy shot down your throat, "I don't know what you're talking about. If I wanted something from you, I wouldn't said, "I want something from you."

You took out the eight dollars from your purse and set them down on the counter. Doyoung looked confused, almost like he wanted to say something but didn't. You got up from the barstool and made your way to the back bathroom, much quieter than the bar or dance floor. But before you could close the door, Doyoung snapped out of his trans and walked towards you.

"Hey!" He held the door with a strong grip, "You can't just leave, I wasn't done with you." Hmm, you weren't done with him either. You smiled knowing you already had him wrapped around your little finger.

"You're an idiot."

"I'm a what?"

"An idiot," you said confidently, "Get inside and lock the door." He did as he was told, no questions asked with an annoyed look on his face. And at that moment you knew he was about to rearrange your guts.

He started to unbuckle his belt, "You know when I first spoke to you, you seemed interesting enough, but you're just like the rest." The rest? Huh? Anyway, his words didn't faze you, it was the big mount in his unbuckled pants that did. You placed your purse to the side and sat on the sink counter. He does nothing but stare at your body as you slowly take your undies off and throw them on the dirty bathroom floor. Nasty.

"Are you just gonna stand there or are you going get to work before I do," you threaten. He smiles at your bluff and comes close to your face with a sinful look.

"You want this, huh? Know that I'm leaving as soon as I finish."

Ok? Are you supposed to be sad?

He takes his at LEAST nine incher inside you and starts to go ham. No warm-up, no tease. Nope, just right inside.

"You have quite an ego for someone this dry," he teases. His words enraged you, like how dare he say such a crude thing to a whore like you? But for some reason, it just made you even wetter.

Maybe because he looked so scrumptious? Or maybe you couldn't hear it due to all the moans you were letting out? But dear holy moly he was making you feel so good. He was using his fingers on your grandma-looking nub and pounding into you Micheal Jackson style. Holy crap it felt amazing, not the best you've had, but amazing nonetheless.

"Mmmmh," he moaned, "I'm gonna... I'm gonna..."

And before he could say another word, he came inside.

Doyoung cleaned himself up, zipped his pants, and left. Leaving you a complete mess that didn't even get to finish. It was fun while it lasted you had to say. But what a selfish prick, he was hot too. You cleaned up his and yours mess, and put back on the underwear you threw onto the dirty public restroom floor. Yeah, you weren't the smartest book on the shelf.

How’d he do, though? He was definitely good, but not spectacular and a little stiff. Your rating? 7/10.

After your little "bathroom break" with Doyoung, you decided you wanted to have something... not Doyoung. You walk up to the second floor filled with stoners, and people who clearly wanted to jump off a cliff. No problem though, stoners were chill and you could pretty much go up to them and ask if they wanted you to swallow their kids, so that you did. There was a guy smoking the devil’s lettuce, lounging on the couch with two others waiting their turn. Hot dang they looked yummy.

“So what are you boys up to?” You say with a smile.

“Isn’t it obvious?” The boy on the middle said with aggression, “We're blowing one up.” 

“Chill Jimin, she's just trying to make conversation,” he said passing it on to him. He rolled his eyes and started to smok in silence.

The one on the left looked up at you and said, “So which one of us do you want?” 

“How do you know I want only one, what if I want all three of you?”

“Like at a time?”

The guy in the left began to speak again with smoke coming out of his mouth, “No dumbass, look at her, she wants all three filled. Clearly.” He winked. He was just gorgeous, ready for an adventure.

“Jimin, was it?”

“Don’t be so condescending, Jackson said my name not even two minutes ago, don’t get smart with me.”

“Jimin, enough, pass it on to Mark and be nice while you’re at it.” 

“Yeah, yeah, I know.”

You rolled your eyes and pointed to a secluded corner out of public view you’ve been eyeing since you came to the floor, “See over there is where you guys are gonna meet me if you wanna have a good time. If not, you’re gonna take the biggest L of the night.”

The guy on the left got up and pasted it back on to the one in middle, aka, Jimin. He scoffed, “Seriously Mark?”

“Ah, yeah, this is a once in a lifetime thing.”

“True that,” the other got up made his way to the corner, following you. 

“How are you guys are being so careless right now?! She probably has like five STDs... and three STIs, and... probably a kidney stone, too!”

You could hear him, but payed no mind. It’s not your fault his friends had good taste, even if there's a ninety eight percent chance they'd get chlamydia.

You got on your knees and started to feel up on their pants. You could feel them getting hard as you unzipped both of their pants. Chile, they were packing full on heat. You started to lick and slurp them up, using your hands, too. There moans made you want to have their babies. Not literally, you weren't that crazy, but figuratively.

“Keep going.”

“Yeah, don’t stop until I say so.” 

You did what they asked like a pro, but before you could deepthroat one of those precious horse pps, you feel someone separate your legs and roam there only source of pride straight into your rectum. In and out. In and out. Gosh darn it felt good. You're not stopping. One of them go into the your vag and the other says in your mouth.

“FDUR, I’m close keep going!!!!”

Already? I mean all of you were close but still.

And not even a half a second you felt three liters of pancake mix fill up your holes. Mhmm, now that’s a job done right. They pulled out and left you right there, not even caring to look back. But it was fine cause you got what you wanted in the end. 10/10

What a night, huh?

[queenofcats17]

i don't know if your accepting prompts at the moment, but for hell's studio i could see henry becoming a toon when a pipe bursts, covering the poor man in a ton of ink

I am still accepting prompts, yes. This honestly sounds like a really fun one.

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Henry hadn’t expected to ever be turned into a toon. Sure, it had happened to Sammy once, but that was mostly because Sammy’s office was near a pipe and Bendy liked pranking Sammy. Henry’s desk was away from the pipes and Bendy was far less inclined to playing ink-based pranks on him. Not to mention, Linda had made it very clear to Joey that if Henry happened to become part of his eldritch bullshit, she was going to kick his ass. So, he’d been relatively safe.

But, as was the glorious rule of life, shit happened.

He’d been in the wrong place at the wrong time, headed down to the Music Department to discuss the animation of a Bendy and Alice song with Sammy when an overloaded pipe had burst. Normally, this wouldn’t have been a big deal. Except that Joey had been experimenting with some magic ink that may or may not have fallen into the machine. Which meant when Henry got absolutely covered with the ink, it had an…interesting effect.

“Henry! Are you alright?” Alice and Susie immediately came running over. At their shouts, Sammy poked his head out of his office. Once he saw the vaguely human-shaped blob of ink he assumed to be Henry, he too came running.

“What happened?” He asked.

“One of the pipes burst,” Susie explained, taking out a handkerchief to begin wiping the ink off Henry’s face.

“Again,” Alice added. Henry tried to say something, but the ink covering his mouth made it rather difficult to speak.

“What else is new?” Sammy rolled his eyes. He was mentally preparing the complaint he would be sending to Bendy. Bendy would be yelling at Joey anyway.

Suddenly, Susie stopped what she’d been doing, starting to frown.

“Huh.” She said.

“Huh?” Alice and Sammy echoed, both immediately worried.

“What does that mean?” Sammy demanded. Susie didn’t answer, instead pointing to the portion of Henry’s face she’d managed to clean off. Sammy leaned over to see what she was pointing to, his eyes widening when he did.

There, under the ink was a pie-cut eye and stark white skin. These were both perfectly fine things on Alice and Bendy. They were not fine on Henry. Henry was not a toon. Henry was a human being.

“Oh golly,” Alice said. “That’s probably not good.”

.

It wasn’t as bad as it could have been. They decided on that once they got Henry cleaned up. He still seemed like himself, facing the prospect of toonhood with the same weary resignation he seemed to give every bad thing that came his way. But he was undeniably a toon. He was a bit smaller than he normally was, everything about him simplified to make for easier animation. He kept looking at himself and muttering about ways to improve his character design, which was at least a little comforting. He was a nerd to the end.

Once they had him cleaned up, all three promptly marched him up to Joey’s office so that they could yell at him.

“I wonder what Joey was messing with this time,” Henry remarked as they climbed the stairs to Joey’s office.

“Clearly something he shouldn’t have,” Sammy grumbled. Part of him was glad it hadn’t been him caught up in this stupidity this time. But he wasn’t about to say that out loud. It seemed a bit insensitive.

“When has anything Joey’s messed with been something he should have been doing?” Alice couldn’t help but giggle. Although she was worried, she was confident they’d be able to figure this out. Sammy had been turned into an ink creature more than once and they’d fixed it every time.

“He’s certainly curious, I’ll give him that.” Susie sighed and shook her head.

“Curious is an understatement.” Henry snorted.

Upon arriving at Joey’s office, they found Bendy had already beat them there. He’d already found out about the burst pipe and was chewing Joey out for it.

“I mean, come on! Wally’s already gotta clean this whole studio! This is just giving him more work!” Bendy was saying. Joey, to his credit, did look rather sheepish and remorseful.

“I know.” He replied, beginning to fiddle with his bowtie. “I shouldn’t have gotten so overzealous with the ritual.”

“Dang right you shouldn’t have!” Bendy slammed his fist on the desk for emphasis.

“So sorry to interrupt you two,” Susie strode in, the others trailing behind her. “But I think you’ll want to see this.”

“Henry got caught in the pipe explosion.” Sammy gently pushed him forward.

Henry smiled awkwardly, waving with one of his gloved hands. “Hey.”

The office was deathly silent as Bendy and Joey both stared at the newly toonified Henry. Then, slowly, Bendy turned back toward Joey. He had an unnaturally large forced grin, his ink starting to drip down his forehead.

“Joey,” he said through gritted teeth. “You better have a way to fix this.” Henry was the most senior animator they had. He was also the best animator they had. And since they were coming up on another deadline, they couldn’t afford to lose him.

“Oh, of course!” Joey replied brightly. All the times Sammy had gotten turned into some form of inky monstrosity had certainly prepared him for this sort of thing. Alice let out a quiet sigh of relief.

“That’s good to hear.” She said, turning to Henry. “Well, while you’re stuck like this, do you want to hang out with me and Boris?”

“Sure, why not?” Henry shrugged.

Toon Henry was, thankfully, not that different from normal Henry. He had a bit more energy, sure, but he was still a tired old artist. That seemed to be his character type, the perpetually tired straight man who didn’t even react to weird shit anymore. He also mostly wanted to use his time as a toon to figure out how to better animate Bendy, Boris, and Alice.

“You are such a nerd,” Bendy groaned as he and the others watched Henry try to figure out how to properly translate his body language onto paper.

“This is the opportunity of a lifetime,” Henry replied, not even looking up. “If I understand what it’s like to move like you all do, I’ll be able to better draw you.”

“You could literally be doing anything!” Bendy moaned. While his boss side appreciated that Henry wasn’t causing trouble, his more mischevious side bemoaned that Henry wasn’t taking full advantage of his new toon state.

“And here I thought you’d be happy,” Alice said. She was doing nothing to hide her smirk at Bendy’s distress. It was always funny to see Bendy get bent out of shape at silly things like this.

“But- But he’s a toon now!” Bendy gestured weakly toward Henry. “He could be doing anything! Anything!”

“I think it’s pretty cool.” Boris piped up. “This is probably a dream come true for him. To really be able to understand us.” Both Bendy and Alice looked over at him. Boris was perched on a stool, his clarinet resting in his lap. He watched Henry with a sort of wistful understanding.

“Dang, that’s pretty deep, Bo.” Bendy picked himself up, lightly punching Boris’ arm. “You holdin’ out on us, big guy?”

“It was just a guess.” Boris blushed a bit.

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Due to the past experience, it only took a day or so to get Henry back to normal. Once human again, Henry immediately sat down to feverishly animate. He had so many new ideas and new things to test out and he was eager to get them all down before he forgot what he’d experienced.

“This better not happen again.” Bendy warned Joey with an exaggerated ‘I’m watching you’ gesture. He said this despite knowing that this incident would indubitably be repeated. At least they’d be ready.