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happy-whumper · 3 years ago

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The Collab of Clueless Chaos - Chapter two

After a lot of struggle (and a lot of help from @whumpasaurus101 xD) i finally finished this chapter xD But i did have a lot of fun with it ngl~

Asher and Rodger belong to @whumpasaurus101

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First chapter

CW: Cursing (Olivia and Asher...what do you expect xD), slapping, pet whump

Olivia pushed a strand of hair out of her face and let out a deep breath, feeling the adrenaline rushing out of her body, leaving her absolutely exhausted. She always forgot just how much energy these types of things took out of her. At least she had the satisfaction of winning, especially after her opponent had been such a giant pain in the ass. And well, it was nice not having to deal with Nicolas' bad mood for once.

Now she was just sitting in the -luckily empty- changing room trying to gather enough energy to actually move. So far she was rather unsuccessful at that to be completely honest but since Nick was off somewhere doing...whatever it was that he was doing anyways, it didn’t really matter, so she just kept sitting there, staring at the floor in front of her.

Rodger breathed heavily, trying to take control of his anger. He was in the corridor of the fighting building. The door opened and Rodger could hear footsteps getting closer, “Good match. I guess I could say your dog put up an alright fight,” The voice chuckled. Rodger’s head snapped up to see Nick standing in front of him.

Suddenly he smiled, “Nick! How are you doing? I must say, I am very impressed with Olivia. And that trick at the end, genius!” Nick chuckled and bowed his head, “Thank you. I've had her trained tough, let's just say she has a lot of anger she can use to support her.”

“Tell me about it! Jesus Christ, Asher has the absolute worst temper, I have no clue what happened today though. But I swear I'll make him pay for it.” Nick leaned against the wall opposite Rodger, “Hey now, he was quite good, he just had tough competition.”

Rodger laughed, “That is true indeed.” There was a small silence before Rodger spoke, “Say, you wouldn't like to go out for dinner tonight, would you? You seem like a nice enough gent.” Nick smirked, “I'm honoured,” he joked, “That's perfect, I’ll see you tonight at Island Indigo, 7pm.”

“See you then”

And with that the two men went to check on their pets.

“God I just cannot with guys like that!” Olivia was pacing up and down in the basement, just as she had been for the past 10 minutes. “You know it's always guys who Think they're the absolute greatest and Think that I don't stand a Chance because I'm a girl. What Kind of bullshit logic is that?! God!”

Rain was watching her with big eyes from his place on the bed and slightly tilted his head to the side. Theo, who was sitting next to him, rolled his eyes and let out a slightly annoyed sigh, “You could also just be happy that you didn’t lose, why are you even still talking about it now?”

She shot him an annoyed glance and turned to him, “Because it is a matter of principal, Theodor. That and because for some god damn reason I have to see him again today. Could someone tell me again why I have to deal with the fact that Nicolas needs to make more friends? Can’t he do that without me having to suffer because of it? But nooo that would just be too easy, wouldn’t it?” She threw her hands up and let herself fall onto the ground, leaning with her back against the wall, ignoring the pain that cursed through her whole body as a result of the sudden movement.

“I mean, at least you could maybe..I don’t know, make a new friend as well?” Rain was still looking at her with a slight smile on his face. Olivia rolled her eyes but couldn’t help a slight grin, “Mhm, yeah because we had such a good start to our relationship already.”

Olivia stared at Nicolas in absolute disbelief “I am absolutely not-” He made a gesture with his hand, immediately causing her to stop talking. “You are not given a choice here. You did good today, now you wouldn’t want to ruin that, would you?” There was a cold smile on Nicolas face, completely lacking any empathy. “Besides, you should really be grateful if anything.”

It took all of her self control to not punch him in the face right then and there, instead she just took a deep breath and narrowed her eyes. “Oh well thank you so much,” she mumbled it more to herself but apparently Nicolas had still heard. Now he was looking at her with raised eyebrows and a dark expression, the warning clearly written over his face.

“What was that?”

Olivia knew that tone well enough by now and she felt a cold shiver running down her spine. She hadn’t completely messed up yet but he was reaching a limit in his patience. Frankly, she was surprised it had even taken that long. “Nothing...Sir.” She had to force the last word out, every inch of her skin felt like it was resisting it. But maybe for once it was better to not make him angry when it wasn’t necessary.

Luckily he seemed satisfied with her answer, a pleased smirk replacing the previous dark look on his face. “That’s what I thought.”

With that he handed her the dress and turned around to leave again.

“You got 10 minutes.”

Nicolas looked at Asher’s arm which was now in a sling. The bandages on his shoulder were slightly visible under his button-up shirt. “So, Antonio, that’s Asher’s trainer, right?” Rodger nodded, sipping his glass of wine and setting it back down on the table, “Yes! He’s truly great. Puts up with none of Asher’s bullshit. No matter how hard Asher tries to get out of things or how defiant he tries to be, Antonio simply doesn't put up with him. And puts him back in his place if you ask me.”

Nicolas nodded, thinking to himself, “You know, Olivia actually needs a new trainer.” Olivia’s head snapped over to Nicolas, eyes wide and jaw clenched. She heard Asher snickering quietly from where he sat. “Does she now?” Rodger asked, smirk wide on his face.

“Do you think Antonio could put up with another mutt?” Rodger chuckled, “A mutt who fights as good as her? He’d be more than happy to take her! She’d definitely make more money for him than Asher does.” This time it was Olivia’s turn to laugh quietly at Asher, who shot daggers at her with a death glare.

“Well guess you’re not the favourite anymore, huh Ashy boi?”

All of a sudden there was a burning rage in his eyes and before Olivia could fully register what was happening he leaned over the table, presumably in an attempt to hit her. Before he could really do anything Rodger was quick to react and grabbed his shoulder - the one that was still in a sling -, pulling him back before slapping him hard across the face, causing Olivia to flinch even though she wasn’t the one getting slapped.

But she had been in the past. She had been exactly where Asher was right now and for a moment she felt a sting of guilt in her chest.

That was until she saw the murderous look Asher was giving her now. From the corner of her eye she also noticed Nicolas watching her, as if he was waiting for her to act out as well. But she was not going to give him that satisfaction, instead he just shot him an annoyed look before focusing back on Asher again, who was still glaring at her as if he wanted to punch her. “I just let her win anyways!” Even though he was looking directly at her, he was clearly more talking to Rodger who didn’t really seem to take that statement seriously.

“Mhm, yeah sure you did Ashy.”

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whumpasaurus101 · 3 years ago

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The Collab of Clueless Chaos - Chapter One

Okay aaaa i have been looking forward to writing this for so long oml. SO this is a collab with Tabea ( @happy-whumper ) and I!!!

Olivia and Nick all belong to @happy-whumper.

Tabea’s Masterlist / My Masterlist

CW: ‘dog’ fighting / fist fighting / cursing…. I mean it's asher and olivia,,,,, there’s a lot of cursing ngl…. xD / Dislocated limb / blood being brought up. / lmk if i missed something!! <3

Antonio chuckled as Asher was dragged into the changing room by the ear. “Let fucking go of me!” Asher yelled, trying to tear Rodger’s grip off of him. “Quit whining like a fucking baby and get in here.” Antonio stepped forward off of the lockers, “Asher! I’m glad you decided to come today!”

“Didn't have much of a fucking choice, did I?”

Antonio forced a laugh and suddenly his face turned cold, “Funny… hold out your hands.” Asher raised his eyebrows, “Why?” Antonio rolled his eyes, “Just do it.”

“No.” Antonio looked up at him in disbelief, “Excuse you?” Asher snickered, “I don't fucking want to.”

“Asher,” Rodger warned in a low voice.

Antonio took two fistfuls of Asher’s shirt and tugged him closer, “Listen here you little shit, hold out your fucking hands or I swear to god I’ll make you and trust me when I say that you don't want me to.” Asher clenched his jaw, nostrils flared, “Let me go first,” He forced through a clenched jaw.

Antonio waited a moment before finally letting go. Asher slowly held out his hands, quickly putting up his two middle fingers, and started laughing. Rodger was quick to give him a wallop on the back, instantly making Asher stop. Antonio rolled his eyes, grabbed one of Asher’s hands, and started wrapping his hand in boxing tape.

“You better win out there tonight,” Rodger commented, sitting on one of the benches. Asher rolled his eyes, “When do I not win?” Rodger sighed, “Alright, drop the cockyness, if you lose tonight, you will regret it. Do you understand me?” Asher scoffed, “Rodger, honey, you don’t need to act all tough in front of Antonio! I mean, come on, it’s obvious you’re crushing on him but this, this is just a bit O.T.T, don't ya think?”

Rodger was at a loss for words for a moment before quickly remembering himself and slapping Asher hard across the face. Antonio but his tongue trying not to laugh at how red Rodgers face was. “Finish wrapping his hands and get him out of the ring, we don’t have all fucking day.” And with that, Rodger left, slamming the door behind him.

An awkward silence filled the room and Asher couldn’t help but speak up, “Sooooo, the feeling’s not mutual?”

The lights shone brightly onto the boxing ring, Asher sat on a stool in the corner of the ring while Antonio massaged his shoulders.

There was a girl in the opposite corner. A girl. As much as Asher hated to admit it, she looked scary… fierce. Her hair was tied in a messy ponytail with strands of hair pulled out in the front. She was giving Asher a murderous look. Asher looked to Antonio who was now in front of him, “A girl? I’m fighting a girl?” Antonio raised his eyebrow and chuckled, “Yes, you got a problem with that?”

“No! It's just… well, isn't it unfair on her?” Antonio laughed again, “Sure, we’ll see if you still think that after the first round.” Asher’s eyebrows furrowed, “I mean, she can't be as strong as me i-” the bell rang and Antonio yanked Asher up and shut him up by shoving his mouth guard in his mouth. “Win this, show us that you're stronger than her.” he patted him on the back and shoved him into the centre of the ring.

Asher rolled his shoulders and straightened his back, raising his fists as the girl stepped forward, her handler stepping away from her and retreating back to the front bench outside of the ring. The referee came into the centre of the ring. Asher held out his hands offering for them to touch gloves to show respect and sportsmanship but the girl simply looked at them and scoffed.

“3,2,1, fight!” The ref called. The two fighters hopped from each foot, fists raised over their faces. As Asher got bored he finally yelled over the crowd, “Well, ladies first.” The girl sneered, “Yeah, that's why I’m waiting for your first move, dickwad.” Asher growled and went to punch her straight in the face. The girl was quick to block it and deliver her own one, which Asher was unsuccessful in blocking.

“Jesus, who’s that girl he’s fighting?” Alicia asked, impressed. “Olivia Riley,” Antonio spoke, not taking his eyes off of the ring watching every one of Asher’s moves, “Owned by Nick Bennet.” Jack shrank in his seat as he anxiously watched Asher. He hated seeing him in the ring. Normally he’d be throwing punches and kicks without stopping but it looked like this wasn’t going to end well.

“Giving up already?” Olivia scoffed, slightly out of breath. Asher quickly stood up, spitting out his mouthguard and wiping the blood from his mouth, “Never!” Olivia snickered and spat her gum shield out as well, “Alright fucker, let’s see what ya got.”

Asher growled and pounced forward, managing to get a combo, a right hook, a jab, and a kick to the side. Olivia let out a grunt as she clung to the mesh wire of the ring. Asher chuckled, “That, that’s what I got.” Olivia forced herself back up, resuming her fighting position, “Jesus Christ, not another dude who has cringey comebacks.”

Asher scowled, “Oh jeez, I'm sorry, am I offending you?” Olivia growled and ran towards him, throwing punch after punch to his face. Asher managed to block the seventh one and kicked her in the hip. “Jesus Christ, when is this round going to end?” Rodger huffed. Antonio sighed, “I don't know, his opponent should be on the ground by now.”

“You know, you can stop going easy on me,” Olivia panted, spitting out blood and raising her fists again. “Hah.. funny. Do you always talk so much in fights?” Asher asked, dodging another punch. “Hmm, no, just with the fun ones.” The bell rang and they both retreated to their corners, being sure not to turn their back on each other.

Antonio rushed to the corner, “Asher, what the fuck is happening?” He hissed, shoving a water bottle in his lap. Asher chugged the water, glaring at Olivia who was doing the same in her corner but with a smirk. “She's good, she's fucking good Antonio. Why the fuck is she good?” Antonio glanced at Olivia and back to Asher, “That's a lesson you should learn, never underestimate your opponent. And- where the hell is your mouthguard?” “I don't need it, it makes me sound dumb.” Antonio looked at him, baffled, “Sound? You shouldn't be talking!” Antonio slapped him hard across the face. “Get your fucking brain in the game, you need to defeat her, that's the only important thing here. You're not here to make friends, you're here to win these fucking matches so do it, do you understand?!” Asher sucked his gums, only to be slapped one more, “Yeah! Jesus fuck, yes.” The bell rang again and Antonio shoved him out of the seat.

“Awww, someone have daddy problems? Looks like he doesn't think I'm not roughing you up enough,” Olivia snickered. Asher stayed silent, stepping in and punching Olivia straight in the stomach. “Oh you little shit!” She hissed, hunched over. Asher kneed her in the head and she fell to the ground. He took his chance to make Olivia as weak as he could. He delivered three more kicks until he was pulled back by the referee. “Enough!”

He looked at Antonio who still wore a cold face but gave him a nod of approval. Asher rolled his shoulders, wiping the blood and sweat from his brow. “Five seconds,” The referee announced. Olivia grunted and tried to get to her feet but fell.

Jack allowed himself to relax, Asher was winning. 1-0 to Asher… this is going to end well… it will.

The bell rang to end the fifth round. Asher was slumped in the stool in his corner. Blood seeped from his nose and a gash above his eyes. Antonio roughly shook him, “Do you have any fucking idea what the score is?!” Asher stared blankly in front of him. “Asher, I swear to god, I am running out of patience right now!”

Jack could see how Rodger was seething in his seat. He was ready to murder Asher right there and then. Alicia combed her hand through Jack’s hair and rubbed right behind his ear. She gently pushed his head so it rested against her shoulder as her long nails massaged his scalp, whispering praises in his ear.

His whole body was tense but he took his opportunity to close his eyes, he couldn't watch the gruesome fight any longer. “Hey! Alicia, your fucking bitch isn't watching the match!” Alicia sighed, “Yeah, so?”

“So, he needs to watch it so he knows what will happen if he suddenly becomes useless.” Jack whimpered, nuzzling his head further into Alicia, making her laugh, “Jesus, fine, just don't be all moody ‘cause your stupid mutt is losing terribly.” She pushed Jack’s head off of her chest but still kept one hand massaging his scalp.

“You know,” Asher panted as Olivia and he returned to the center of the ring, “I’m only going easy on you. Like, you know, 'cause you're a girl and all.” Olivia laughed while shaking her head, “Uh huh, sure. Well then, mister strong man, if you're going ‘oh so easy on me’, let's see who wins this round.” Asher gulped, he opened his mouth to say something back but the bell rang and Olivia leapt on him.

The last round, -just like in every other match-, was the worst one. Adrenaline pumping, bruises blooming, each pet desperate to win so they wouldn't be hurting any more than they already were. Asher managed to land more punches and kicks than the other rounds… but so did Olivia.

There was less than a minute left and Asher was doing pretty good! That was, of course, before Olivia had him on the ground and suddenly pulled his shoulder in a direction it definitely shouldn't’ve gone in. a burst of pain exploded in Asher as his vision went white, “AAARRGHHHHH!!!!!” The bell rang and the round was over. Olivia had won.

Antonio quickly ran up to the ring to assess the damage. Asher was rolling around on his stomach, punching the floor with his good hand. Antonio pushed down his worries and put his cold face back on, “Asher! Quit causing a scene, get up, c’mon.”

“Fuck off Antonio you fucking piece of SHIT.” The pain was excruciating. Antonio showed no mercy as he quickly yanked Asher up by the shoulders, making Asher scream from the unbearable pain. He thought he was going to pass out, maybe he was going to.

Jack shut his eyes tight and put his hands over his ears, he couldn't bear listening to this. Alicia looked to Rodger, feeling how he was practically shaking from anger. He quickly shot up out of his seat and stormed off, slamming the door behind him.

Asher did in fact pass out. He woke up with a fright in the doctor’s room of the dogfighting building. He went to sit up quickly but his shoulder immediately lit up with pain. He fell back down to the bed. Katherine, the kind nurse from his first day, walked over to the bed, “Ah, Asher, welcome back! We still need to-”

Rodger burst through the door, “Get out,” He ordered Katherine who had no other choice but to obey. Once Rodger and Asher were alone in the room, Asher’s breathing was uneven as Rodger advanced towards him. “Do you have any fucking idea how much money you fucking cost me out there?! I mean, that was fucking pathetic and downright embarrassing!” Asher dropped his eyes to his lap, clenching his jaw, “I-I'm sorry.”

“Sorry?” Rodger scoffed, “Oh yeah, you better fucking be! Oh I’m going to make you be so much more than sorry, do you understand me?” Asher's breath left his body but he quickly nodded. There was silence until Rodger took a step forward to examine Asher’s bandaged shoulder, “Does it hurt?”

Asher gulped and nodded slowly, “Y-yes sir.” Rodger grabbed him by the shoulder and dug his fingers into his shoulder, relighting the fire of pain. Asher screamed and Rodger spoke over his screams and whimpers, “Remember what losing feels like, it feels like this. Now get up, we’re going out to dinner with Nick and Olivia.” Rodger let go of his shoulder and pushed him away, “You have five minutes,” and with that he left, yet again, slamming the door behind him.

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shadowworks · 4 years ago

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Compulsion

Pairing: Mafia!Dabi X Reader

Warnings: dubconish themes, flirting with Hawks, blood, murder, blackmail, fingering. NSFW, quirkless AU!

Word Count: 4.4k

A/N: Alright! This piece is for The Smut Pile Mafia Collab

I have to give my wholehearted thanks to @hisoknen @some-kindofgnome , @pleasantanathema, and @ever-enthralled for reading this over the last couple weeks, and making sure it reads well! I am so happy to have you beautiful souls! Also a special shoutout to Raph for brainstorming with me when I was stuck at the very end. 💕

Edit: This has fanart! Beautiful @maewoahoah created a Mafia!Hawks piece right here and a Mafia!Dabi piece here! She’s very talented! ;)

On this ominous winter evening it begins snowing.

You readjust your peacoat and step through the frosty glow of the street lamp to your front door. Your muscles ache a little more than usual, your steps a little heavier. It’s been a long and tedious day at work; far less stimulating compared to Toga’s position working for a bootlegger named Tomura. But both jobs pay the rent. You push papers and withhold your scowls towards clients. Now, you want a bath.

The sound of a muffled radio plays on the other side, and it floods your ears as you walk in with warmth and an iron smell wafting your chilled nose.

“Folks, I'm goin' down to St. James Infirmary...

Seeeee, my baby there;

She's stretched out on a long, white table

She looks so sweet, so cold, so fair.”

Toga’s playing blues again. It’s a routine she has before the graveyard shift across town. At this time, she’s in the kitchen making something before she goes, but you’re having trouble figuring out what food smells like copper.

“He-e-e-y,” you call lazily, a sing-songy tone in your voice.

She doesn’t answer, though you hear the clacking of stiletto heels on wood, which makes you amble down the hall to see what she’s doing.

“Think you can smuggle some whiskey tonight? I thought we had some, but Keigo probably polished it off last—“

You stop in the doorway.

There’s a poor bastard lying flat on his back, head twisting too far towards the sink. Ribbons of blood streak down his colorless skin, pouring out from a dark and glossy hole just beneath his jaw. You see it puddle and stain the edges of his hair a sticky red, the only sound besides your heart thudding is the soft thrums from the parlor.

“ When I die please bury me in my high top Stetson hat

Put a twenty dollar gold piece on my watch chain

So the gang'll know I died standing pat.”

You’re in a daze, one where you’re not sure how long you’ve been staring. It doesn’t seem real. Is it real? But it’s not until you hear the sound of heels clicking against the wood floors that you drag your gaze to the noise.

Toga’s standing near the stove, her features vacant, shoulders slouched, and she’s holding a knife that’s still wet.

What the fuck?

You want to scream, berate her, seethe what the fuck was she thinking, or if she was thinking for that matter. But the blonde speaks up before you do, with a voice above a whisper.

“He was going to leave me. Said he was too dangerous.” Toga doesn’t look in your direction, moving to the rim of pooled blood which has stopped spreading out, “I told him I wouldn’t let anyone come between us, but he wouldn’t listen.”

Your jaw goes taut, staring incredulously at her steely face. The lack of emotion gives you a sinking feeling in your stomach.

The man wasn’t a random suit who bled out on your floor, this moron was seeing Toga on and off for months and had been trying to be more present.

Nights spent arriving at your door with flowers and sweets, and driving her to work was becoming a staple in his routine. He preferred staying in Toga’s room if they had the day off, and he always slipped out when the morning frost dusted the grass, a soft bluish hue painting the streets before sunlight.

But that’s not the problem. See, he was a core member inside the Mafia running the northern side of the city, ‘The League’ they like to call themselves. The only men above this guy was his boss Tomura, and the underboss Dabi. You don’t know the former, but you’ve spent time with the latter.

You’re aware of his sadistic nature that flashes behind those teal eyes, and he doesn’t try to hide it, either. The sideway glances during a poker match before he fucked someone over , the smile he wore when you asked about the purple bruises on his knuckles.

So fan-fucking-tastic, the broad has some nerve.

You curl your lip, already shrugging your shoulders from your coat. You toss it over the table and start rolling up your sleeves to the elbows.

Toga finally turns towards you after catching movement by her side, brows raising confused, “What are you doing?”

“You’re gonna grab his feet and we’re gonna move him onto the rug in the hall.”

You step in the blood, grabbing him by the rusty black colored jacket and dragging him from the puddle. Of course it leaves drag marks, your heels making tracks alongside, but you can deal with the clean up later.

Toga hurries over to help, carrying him by the legs and letting you guide the body to the floral rug.

“You don’t want to know what happened?”

You stop. Immediately dropping the dead weight, his blond head lolls off to the side. Your palms sheen with red, but you straighten up and push a beach curl from your cheekbone with the back of your hand.

“Not really. All I want is this fucker out of my house.”

It’s her turn to stare at you incredulously. This is completely out of nowhere for you to be assisting in hiding a dead boyfriend, even if you two are roommates. You’ve only been living together for four months now.

“Toga, I need you to listen, okay?” you say, a bit mockingly, “I can look past the murdering business by pretending you acted in self defense, but if you don’t have the goddamn brains to realize this idiot has friends, then I suggest you don’t stab people!”

Toga flinches slightly at the lilted pitch in your voice, already suggesting panicky, “We can take him to the woods and hide him there?”

“That’ll work.” You don’t think Twice about it.

Working together, you both hoist him a couple feet onto the rug, refusing to look at his face. You didn’t need to be feeling a pang of guilt. It doesn’t take long for you to roll him towards the front door, as the material wraps around his figure.

The hardest part is retreating to the car. The moment you push through the door, you see the distance from where you stand and the car parked a little down the sloping street. You both give a hard look to the powdery snow dusting the ground, quiet and enchanting. It would be beautiful...had you not been carrying a corpse.

“Stop being a little bitch and heave!”

“I can’t! You’re making me hold all the weight!”

“He’s off the ground! How the fuck are you holding all the weight?”

“But my arms hurt!”

“Fucking hell, Toga. What if I had stayed at my sister’s tonight? What then?”

“Stop yelling at me! I get it, alright? I shouldn’t have done it in the house!”

Your bickering toils through the winds, muffled by the falling snow. The burst of cold air is running through your buttoned blouse while crossing to the 1929 Chevrolet causing a shiver to roll down your back. When you reach the car Toga plops the rug down onto the snow first, then you. Your wet fingers feel numb against the metal handle.

There’s one entrance on each side, which likely will make shimming the body to the backseat much harder. You pause, looking at the front in thought.

“I’ll go first,” you say, “when he’s in, you go and grab our coats.”

“Are we burying him?”

“Think the lake’s faster.”

“What if it’s icy? They’ll see the hole if we throw him in.”

You both ponder your options for a little while, this isn’t exactly something you’ve done before...You can’t say the same for Toga, but she seems just as puzzled, almost clueless on how to get rid of her ex.

Meanwhile, the rolled corpse behind you starts to slip downhill, little by little. The slanting street gives speed and the rug starts to roll.. Red droplets trail behind in its wake.

You just happen to see it first.

“Toga—Toga, the body! The body!”

Toga cries out, taking off after the rug as best she can on a frozen sheet. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

The graceful snowfall flutters with pain and chaos.

Toga skids against the fresh ice, feet stumbling under her navy blue dress. She falls to the ground with a hard thud, and you see she isn’t stopping. She keeps going alongside the body, sliding until the two disappear under another parked car.

You don’t have time to think, a chill strikes up your spine in your panic.

“Toga!” you call out, taking off after her. Unfortunately you find yourself abruptly on your back, pounding hard on the stones and stealing the breath from your lungs.

If you could sigh right now you would. Or rather, if you could punch Toga right now you would, as rage twists with a throbbing pain in your chest. Was all this worth having a mobster roommate? The odds were piling against her. You have a mind to push her in the lake when you get there.

Several silent minutes go by with you staring up at the cloudy sky. It’s brighter from the illuminating white snow, and despite the icy powder prickling your flesh, you have no choice but to wait for the ache in your chest to fade.

“Enjoying the view?”

You hear a new voice, male, and the suave tone tells you who it is before he treads near. He looks over you with half lidded eyes of honey gold.

He’s very pretty. The drifting snow flakes above his wheat coloured head manage to enhance this, though the uplifted eyes lined in black, and nicely sharp features are the last thing you want to see. You’re nowhere near ready to start lying out of Toga’s mess.

“That can’t be too comfy down there,” Keigo says, bending forward with an outstretched hand,“C’mon, upsy-daisy.”

You take his hand, feeling another leather glove hold your waist and lift you onto your feet. When you settle, he starts brushing the caked snow off your back. Mobster or not, he’s at least a gentleman.

“You alright?” he asks, giving you a once over for any fresh scratches.

You give a slow nod, crossing your arms over your chest. Fear’s got the better of you, and you look anywhere but him., “What are you doing here? I thought you were working tonight.”

“Oh I am! You could say I’m on patrol, need to pick up a few things.”

Your gaze stills to your left, heart skipping. Keigo’s not alone. Standing nearby, a slim figure dressed in black from head to toe is watching you two lazily. A thread of smoke seeps from his parted lips, clouding a handsome face and spikes of black hair. Keigo keeps talking, but you can’t take your eyes off the ghostly presence you know to be Dabi.

“Unfortunately that includes loverboy. He was supposed to be back hours ago, but we figured he’s still fooling around,” a little smirk tugs at his mouth, suggestively “He’s still inside, right?”

You blink, turning back to face Keigo, “I wouldn’t know, I just got home,” you lie.

“Look at you! You look like you’re about to freeze to death.” He starts suddenly, swiftly slipping his arms out from his heavy coat, revealing a black three piece with pinstripes, and a brighter crimson tie. In one smooth motion he twirls the long, beige coat over your shoulders, letting it rest over your figure.

“Thank you,” you say, before your eyes catch something.

Dabi moves towards the clumsy skid marks, head tilting down to the red dots in the snow near his polished shoe. You stiffen.

“You sure you’re okay?”

Your gaze flashes from Dabi’s retreating back to a politely smiling Keigo, “Yeah, I’m fine! I’m really cold is all.”

“Well, we should get you inside. You know you left your door wide open?” Shit, the door. You forgot about the stupid door—

(Dabi looms across the indents in the snow and follows down the hill like a dark shadow against crystals illuminating bright.)

“Ah yeah, I thought I left my purse in the car. It was just for a second, and then I slipped,” You force a smile. Relax. You need to relax. Keigo doesn’t seem convinced, reading something off in your features.

“Is that right?”

(He gets the edge of the old Ford, and notes the specks of red soak wider here. The spots lead underneath.)

“I know, it’s pretty foolish. It’s um...It’s a good thing you showed up when you did, or...”

Your eyes drift over Keigo’s shoulder. The underboss starts to crouch low. Your pupils shrink, a new wave of panic tingles the back of your neck. Damn him, why was he so clever?

“Dabi, wait!” you shout, pushing past Keigo’s shoulder. In your hurry you kick up the snowy crystals, rushing to the taller mobster in his long obsidian coat. Dabi quickly turns, standing up.tall before you hook onto his upper arm like a lover. “I saw an animal go under there that looked hurt. You shouldn’t mess with it.”

A smirk that breaks into a grin spreads on his face, a look of amusement blooming from your look of fright. You want to glare at him, though that could be dangerous. Why does he like seeing you scared?

“An animal, you say?” he parrots back, adopting the same mocking pitch you gave Toga earlier. He’s not in the least bit on edge, and you really don’t like that. He flicks his teal eyes up to look behind you just then, “Good thing I have the city’s best exterminator right here.”

As if on cue, you hear the crunching boots of Keigo walking to the car. “Give me a break with the dirty work, will ya?”

“What, scared of a little pest?” Dabi taunts back coolly.

“I’m not too fond of getting my knees wet, actually,” Keigo returns quite dryly, sharp eyes studying the long pattern marks. He places his gloved hands on his thighs and drops himself to a crouch in front of the vehicle.

You desperately hope Toga proves you wrong. Maybe she had the common sense to bail while no one was looking. It’s all you can do at this point, while Keigo dips his head underneath. You don’t realize, but your grip on Dabi’s arm presses tighter into the wool.

Keigo inspects below for a moment. There’s a long pause like a winter evening should be. Silent. Calming. You can almost believe in the soothing little lie. Then Keigo coughs a laugh that echoes through the street. Bursts of manic giggles grow louder from the mobster, leaving you tilting your head at his pushed back hair, confused.

“There’s a pest, alright! I think I caught something—“

Keigo reaches under, and with an impressively strong yank, Toga’s head pops out in a doe eyed stare. Her arms are wrapped around a bundled rug with a fairly familiar head sticking out.

“Hey there, Toga!” Keigo exclaims, “When did you become a rat?”

Dabi tips his head down, drawing the lit cigarette back to his lazy smile. He’s shockingly calm which does nothing to ease your shivering panic. Toga however, seems fine. In fact, she’s moved on to livelier feelings.

“Hey! Does it look like a rat could’ve done this?!” she snaps, shaking the body in her arms. It bangs against the bottom of the car sending loud echoes through the nearly empty street. Specks of blood dribble on the white ground, and a couple more drops spray her cheeks.

You stare up at the clouds, rolling your eyes. Goddamnit Toga.

“Yeah, I guess a rat can’t hold a knife, huh? Ya got me there.” Keigo turns and beams you a smug look, eyes half lidded in an expression that reads, nice try, but you failed.

You scrunch your nose, quietly shooting him back a glare. Asshole might’ve caught you both red handed, but he didn’t have to be so fucking cocky about it. It’s only charming when he has a winning hand at cards. Beside you, Dabi’s shoulders shake with silent laughter, though you don’t have the guts to flash him the same glower. He is second in command after all.

“Yeah, see? That’s what I thought!” Toga says in victory.

You blink very, very slowly at Toga when she finally meets your vastly unamused gaze,“...Nice work, Toga.”

It comes suddenly. A fiery warmth ghosts the dip in your waist as Dabi leans in. It’s not unwelcomed, raw and soothing even, but it hardly lasts. His hand curls around Keigo’s coat collar and pulls it off your shoulders. The crisp wind rushes to your exposed arms.

“You got any rat poison on you, Hawks?” Dabi tosses the coat to Keigo.

He catches it mid air as he rises to stand. “Nah, fresh out. But we have some back at the house.”

“You want to take care of our rat problem then?”

“Can do, boss man.”

Before you can figure out what they mean–what they have planned for Toga–Dabi’s pristine leather glove presses at the small of your back and directs you toward the pouring light of the open door. “Don’t wait up.”

It’s barely there, but as you shift your eyes to Keigo, his features take on a darkened look toward Dabi.

“Play nice, now,” you hear Keigo say. This time though, the joyous tone is gone.

A new song hums on the radio when you’re pushed through the threshold, you listen to the richly solemn blues as Dabi closes the door. He turns the lock with a click and pockets the key.

“I forgive you

'Cause I can't forget you.

You've got me in between the devil and the deep blue sea”

He doesn’t give you a passing glance, instead he turns and strolls down the freshly bare hall. He hasn’t removed his coat, and each room he passes he tilts his head in to search for something, stopping by the parlor. With a twist of a knob, he shuts off the radio.

“Where’d she ice him?” he asks, still not looking at you by the stairwell.

“In the kitchen.” You return. No point in hiding it now.

His steps creak the wood as he ambles further down, knowing full well where to go. He’s been here a handful of times; of course, those were happier evenings filled with drunken laughs.

You watch him stand by the doorway, staring at the vibrant mess of a crime scene. He pops the tip of his cigarette in his mouth before slipping from your line of sight. Dabi’s got the key to the door, so it’s not like you can run away—especially with Keigo just outside. It’s too risky to try and you know it, but it does cross your mind.

Summing up the courage, you decide to follow Dabi with measured steps, “What are you going to do with Toga?”

When you face the kitchen, Dabi’s near the table where you threw your coat. He has a hand in one of your pockets, and he’s fishing for something inside. It jingles in his grip as he stuffs it into his own pocket. Your car keys.

“Are you going to kill her?” you try again, a little irked he’s swiping your things left and right. He doesn’t release your coat either, laying it over the crook of his elbow.

He draws a final inhale from the dying bud, and crosses to the sink to snuff it out. An exhale of smoke blows out from his lips, “Killing her seems like a favor, don’t you think?”

“I thought it was the other way around.”

He turns, flicking teal eyes sheening with energy at you, “That lunatic’s no longer your concern. Right now, you ought to be more worried about yourself.”

Your features go taut, which in turn makes Dabi’s sadistic smirk return.

“I didn’t help her kill him.”

“No,” he agrees, taking a few strides around the blood to approach you,“but you were willing to stash the stiff.”

“Yeah, for this very reason. I didn’t want you coming after me!”

Dabi draws dangerously close, mere inches apart as he glances down with lidded eyes, the smell of tobacco perfumes from his shirt collar nestled under a violet tie. He crooks his index finger, embellished with a silver ring, ghosting it under your chin. “How’d that turn out for you, babydoll?”

With a ruthless smile, he breaks the fixed stare and rounds you to the hallway. He seems to be making his way towards the parlor again, but the swish of your peacoat in his arm, set you off.

How dare he? You don’t like how he’s walked inside, claiming what’s yours. You might have your life screwed over, but at the very least you want your coat back as some semblance of control.

You stalk after him, picking up pace to aim for his arm. The clacks of your heels are loud, but you currently couldn’t care less about being sneaky, “Give it fucking back. You’re not keeping that!”

You lunge for the black wool, but as your fingers brush the material on his left elbow, Dabi whips the coat, rotating arms. You’re not fast enough, but you try a second reach for his right arm, huffing out a growl at his stealthy reflexes.

“Dabi, I’m serious! You’re such a—”

In a twirling motion his newly free palm shoves at your shoulder, pinning you against the stairwell’s wall. He’s close, so close, the blue flames in his eyes are absurdly intense.

“That makes two of us. You’ll get this back when I say so.”

His voice is low, soft lips almost connecting to yours. You tilt your chin up, glaring at him with fearful, tentative eyes. His gaze flashes with mirth, and he huffs a small laugh at you.

“I’ve always liked this about you. That spark inside you.” He muses. The peacoat spills to the floor. Dabi lifts his slender fingers, pushing back a loose curl from your cheek.

Your stomach flips, as shocks tickle your skin. There’s been subtle flirting between you two before. You just wrote it off as overthinking the moment. Even though he only called you, babydoll, and he sat next to you at gatherings. How he filled your glass with water instead of booze as the nights waned. Now, you feel foolish for denying the little signs.

“You have a horrible way of showing girls you like ‘em,” you counter back, your voice’s quiet but leveled.

“Yeah?” he asks. The arm holding your shoulder tightens, while the other lowers to collect your long skirt. He traces his knuckles on the soft flesh of your thigh. As his hand trails up, his eyes remain fixed on your facial features. “Maybe this will help.”

His slim fingers reach the cotton slip, and it’s easy to pull off to the side, exposing the lips of your warmth. He tests the waters, sweeping the tips of his fingers across your folds. Your mouth parts in a breathless hitch in your throat. Dabi parts his own lips drawing near, ‘til his lips touch yours but not quite pressing together yet. His pierced nose bumps yours.

“Now here’s what’s going to happen,” he starts, just before sinking two fingers between your folds, pumping deep and slow inside. “You’ll go upstairs and pack what you need. When you come down—”

He thrusts particularly hard into you, sending a gasping moan to fall from your open mouth. His voice remains calm, a hint of glee can be detected. Fucking bastard.

“—You’ll be leaving with me. You’ll work for me...Live with me…And you’ll do everything I say. You got it, babydoll?”

He adds a third finger, soaking his knuckles deep with your slick. He’s hitting the right spots, the perfectly deep pressure. Your attention turns hazy as wakes of pleasure tighten just below your stomach. Your hips buck against his thrusting hand, yet still, you manage to nod your head.

Moans flutter from your lips and vibrate onto his smiling one. To heighten the pleasure he begins swirling your wet clit. “Ah, Dabi...Oh god, Dabi—”

He slows his fingers suddenly, which makes you cry out. He pretends to ignore it. “If you try to escape me...I will hunt you down and hurt you in ways that will marr that pretty skin of yours. I’ll make you scream so loud, and no one will be there to save you. Tell me you understand.”

He curls his knuckles, pressing into a rough spot at the top, pumping fiercely against your slippery, muscular walls. You cry out, squeezing at his shirt collar and coat. “Fuck—I understand, I understand! Baby, right there, ah!”

Dabi gives you no mercy. He tugs and twirls the bud of sensitive nerves, swirling with driven circles that clench your walls in wonderous pressure. You’re close, he’s so close to sending you in high bliss. Your moans get heavier, and your clenching more and more and—

He removes his fingers. Another cry of protest sobs from your mouth only to be swallowed by Dabi’s lips on yours. His tongue massages the moans from your breath, his scent of cigarettes and smoke immerse your senses as you drown in the kiss.

He slowly breaks apart with a wet sound, looking deeply in your lust-glossed eyes. His voice is low and arousingly husky. “Now get your things.”

Before you know it, Dabi pulls away from your shoulders, and turns for the parlor. You try catching your breath, watching his slim, muscular back...Did that happen? Did he rob you of everything? Your home, your life, your orgasm?

Eventually, with light steps you do as you’re told, and turn to climb up the stairs. What choice do you have? He has your life in the palm of his hand. And right before you make it to the top, your hand drawn on the railing, the spinning clicks of your house phone perk your ear.

A long pause. Then finally, Dabi’s rich voice speaks up from the parlor,

“Hey, I’ll be needing a few guys at Togas...Yeah, we found him….Toga did him in pretty good...No, we’ll need the good bleach for cleanup.”

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P.S, this might be a mini series 👀

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floraisann · 5 years ago

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ateez reaction: filming an asmr video with an asmrtist s/o

➣ requested? X

➣ genre: fluff(prolly not but we’ll go w it), humor

➣ masterlist

A/N: yeah this was made entirely bc i was thinking about seonghwa getting scared over the fact that he made a nice sound in his one asmr vid so,,,, yeah. enjoy! :)

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❥ kim hongjoong

was iffy about the idea until he realized hey, the two of you could still make music, just much quieter

you’d probably film like,,,, asmr songwriting,,,,, where it’s just you two working silently on a song

in the beginning it’s really quiet, but you do get some sexy pencil/keyboard sounds 🥰💕

once he gets into the groove of things he’s very calm and focused, and that relaxing vibe transfers into the video

tries to do actual asmr triggers, but everything gains rhythm and before you know it heyyy this a pretty sick beat 😳

the song he ends up writing uses only asmr triggers for the instrumental along with very soft vocals, and bc this man lives and breathes music ITS A WHOLE BOP

10/10 content. would nap to again

❥ park seonghwa

could not find gifs of his asmr video smh but anyways seonghwa, we know ur hot already, we get it. pls calm down

kq sir where’s the seonghwa asmr series the people don’t just want it, the people NEED it

was ready for this since before he exited the womb

since this man is already a whole asmrtist you’d film something like that “asmr friend tries giving me tingles” video

very excited by the expensive mic

“is this how you do it” except he really doesn’t have any reason to ask you, he already knows what he’s doing

gets REALLY shook whenever he makes a god sound

like remember the plastic wrap/facial mist moment he had in his own vid?? that x10

the video you post with him ends up your most viewed. not because of the emotional support kpop boy you got on the video, no it’s the extreme quality

❥ jeong yunho

you guys would probably film SOMETHING with talking, maybe one of the asmr interviews w magazine does

except there’s a real asmrtist asking questions and a kpop boy to answer

REALLY good at soft spoken asmr. like the low rumble in his voice!?! mmm. 23/10 would tingle again

probably really good in general. like even if he doesn’t watch asmr normally will probably watch a number of videos before filming to make editing easier on you so the video is actually VERY GOOD

honestly he probably makes the best sounds in the video and you’re just like :o

“jeong yunho, where’d you learn how to do that” “👀 the nice russian lady on youtube”

overall a very relaxing experience

he’d probably end up filming w you again because of how smoothly it goes

well done jeong yunho

❥ kang yeosang

does not have the slightest clue what the fuck he’s doing but he’s already quiet and gentle so you wouldn’t be able to tell

the very definition of fake it til you make it!

anyways you’d also probably have to film a semi-crackhead video with him to keep him engaged

yk the crush on 9 fast tapping relay thing w his 3 friends? i imagine that but w yeosang

maybe not the same exact concept, but like you’d definitely make something with the same relaxed “just playing around w my friends :)” energy

that being said yeosang is a package deal. if you have yeosang, at least one other member will make an appearance

but he’ll make sure it’s at least not the chaos lord wooyoung

idk his humor’s kind of underrated but it would definitely show in smth like that

like he’d actually produce good content, but his bloopers would be so funny that you can’t remove them, you just quiet them

the people would want him back anyways so he’d get better with time

10/10 recommend this mans as an asmrtist kq where’s the ateez asmr-

❥ choi san

i was looking for a certain gif of him from the woosan tingle interview and i was unsuccessful but you know what? this is just as good if not better because SAN

a lil too psyched for this relaxation joint but issokay, he cute

y’all probably make some type of ear cleaning video bc remember how excited he was when they gave him the earpick 🥺

very focused on sound quality

squeaks whenever he makes a somewhat unpleasant sound

gets shiber into the video as an object to make triggers with

probably gets tingles somewhere along the way and just giggles to himself. it’s a little loud but please don’t edit it out

can and will recite ateez intros/outros. like he’ll just be vibing petting shiber then suddenly he’s leaning into the mic and just

“the freezing winds may make us-” he starts shaking shiber to emphasize his point “-shiverrr”

and what can you do but smile when all that separates you from the only man ever is a binaural mic?

one of the members whose end video is actually super high quality

❥ song mingi

clueless. there are three question marks floating above his head at all times

like he’s actually trying, he’s just big and loud

follows you around like a lost puppy

tries VERY hard to copy whatever you do and it’s VERY cute

phases in and out of whispering but completely on accident, he’s lost

like yunho, actually has a nice soft speaking voice once he figures that shit out

cute smile when he’s actually producing good content

honestly tho for mingi to stay engaged you might have to play some sort of game

the video would probably be one of those “guess the trigger” games

like the one co9 made w his one friend? yeah that

mingi would end up with the chicken toy though

you’d have a lot of bloopers bc he either hits something/talks too loud/laughs but it’s okay, we stan song mingi!! and you know he wasn’t nearly as bad as a certain sagi groupmate he has!!!!

❥ jeong wooyoung

my good nctzens, my fellow grass, you know the jsmr jeno filmed w jaemin that absolutely went to shit? that’s what you’re filming with wooyoung.

he’s jaemin, obviously

you’re probably gonna film some type of cooking asmr so he’s not BREATHING DIRECTLY INTO THE MIC

PLEASE don’t bring the electric mixer PLEASE make him whisk the batter like a “real man”

you probably get a shot somewhere along the way of him tossing an ingredient wrapper into the stratosphere or several

will lean into the mic to bring up a random tmi he remembered, all while breathing VERY heavily “ATINY DO YOU WANNA HEAR MY YOSHI IMPRESSION”

when he does that too he probably phases in and out of whispering in his excitement. your ears? wasted.

probably whisper yells too

the video ends up really short because wooyoung is too chaotic for this type of thing. record a normal cooking video with him next time, please.

❥ choi jongho

actually relaxed, even gets the art of not breathing at the mic down very quickly and picks up filming tricks along the way

but since he’s still part of the chaos line you’d film something like the gibi/marno/goodnight moon collabs.

50% asmr misc. roleplay, 50% comedy film

an apple would make its way into the video YES he’ll break it

but far enough from the the mic that it doesn’t break you ears

and mr jongho is the master of keeping a straight face. the one pulling the stupid shit would be both of you, but ALL your noise cuts would be because YOU laughed, not him

maybe if you two had a brain this would’ve been the most successful endeavor but nope y’all take “no thoughts, head empty” way too seriously for that to happen

anyways stan choi jongho, aka my fav grocery store

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dvoz-alternate · 5 years ago

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Idol Room Scenario

Request: can you do a mingi x reader when the reader is their senior in a gg (kinda like bp, twice, etc) and both groups go to idol room for an episode 🥺

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AN: I have actually really wanted to make something like this for the longest time and now I’m able to make it for you! I am pulling some of my ideas from a post I made earlier this year! Also the Queen of Hearts is my favorite card in the deck and the group is based on a straight royal flush sooo…. For the sake of the fic you are born just a few months before Seonghwa, so Jan-Mar.

Summary: Part of an all girl group you are the leader of Royals. Both groups have heard of each other and seen each others works/MVs/live streams/etc., but have never met in person and happen to be fans of each other. For the most part all they know are names and faces. Royals and Ateez are doing a collab on an album and their companies thought it would be a good way to introduce each group through the idol room.

Word count: ~1500

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The MC looked over towards ATEEZ’s leader, “So, it’s true that you are going to be working with the Royals on your upcoming album?” “It is true and we are really looking forward to doing this collab. There is going to be a lot of new concepts between our groups,” Hongjoong said leaning forward slightly on his stool. The other MC spoke up, “And neither group has met in person right?” The group of boys all shook their heads. “Perfect than this would be a perfect time for us to introduce the girl group Royals to the set!” the MC gestured off stage to where you and four other girls entered from. Mingi’s jaw dropped slightly seeing one of his favorite groups join them for the episode. Yunho noticed the look on Mingi’s face and casually raised a hand to close his mouth. His eyes instantly locking on your form.

Smiling you walked onto the set with two of your members in front of you and two behind you lining up next to the MC who introduced your group. Glancing at the MCs and then to the boy group ATEEZ you sucked in a quick breath before quickly recovering your smile. Your members have teased you before about your attraction for the giant rapper, but now you were finally seeing him in person. Bowing you introduce your group flashing a stunning smile. You were partially dreading your personal introduction but you pushed on. “Hi I’m (Y/N), the leader of the Royals and the queen of hearts, and more specifically the queen of your heart,” you gave a wink and a finger heart to the camera and to the boys before immediately hiding behind your taller group members who chuckled at your embarrassment. Mingi and the rest of the group couldn’t help but remember their first person intros when they first started.

Sitting in the stools the MCs turned to view both groups, “Alright, so what do you know about each other.” You shared a look with Hongjoong and he nodded at you to take the lead, “In all honesty the most we know of each other is each other’s name.” “And position within each group,” Hongjoong added. Feeling eyes on you, you slowly moved your attention from the MC to where you thought you were being stared at. Seeing the flame colored hair you tilted your head slightly giving him a warm smile. Facing flushing from being caught Mingi ducked his head running a hand through his hair. “Well how about this,” an MC said looking between the two groups, “let’s have each of you guess who is older before revealing how old you actually are.” The other MC spoke up, “Seonghwa why don’t you try guessing?” Standing the dark haired male in leather went to stand in front of your group. Taking a good look at all of your features he came to a conclusion, “I think based off the music videos we have watched that you’re all at least born in 1999.” Your group all glanced at you giggling. “Was I wrong?” Seonghwa asked turning to look at his guys for help even though they were just as clueless. “I mean you were mostly right,” you offered teasingly. “Wait what?!” several of the boys jumped from their seats staring at you. “Wait a minute… who’s the oldest?” you asked as you clasp your hands together pointer fingers scanning over the group. “I am. I was born on April 3, 1998,” Seonghwa said raising an eyebrow at you. Eyes widening your jaw dropped. “What, no! This should be illegal!” you and your group stared gobsmacked at the eight boys in front of you. “I’m just a few months older than you,” you gestured to Seonghwa. “What?! You look so young!” Mingi’s eyes were comically wide. Everyone started laughing at how much chaos had broken out over this topic.

“Alright, alright. Between your groups, who holds the sex appeal,” the MC decided to move onto the next topic. Collabately from both ATEEZ and Royals everyone pointed at Wooyoung before they turned on you. “Wait no! No!” you quickly waved your hands around, “I’m definitely not the sexy one in the group. I’m just cute.” A choking noise came from Mingi and Jongho thumped him on the back. “Then what do you call this?” the MC pulled up your groups most recent music video which you covered your eyes with your hands. “I don’t know I just do that…” you called your words trailing off slightly embarrassed. Your crush however was watching the screen intently with cheeks slightly pink. “How and why are you the only one dancing in those heels?” Mingi asked prying his eyes away from the screen where you were dancing in ridiculously high heels. “Ah, I’m the shortest in the group so it was to help make me appear taller, and it fit the theme of the music video,” you shrug. “So you had to learn that entire choreography in those death traps?” Yunho asked. Nodding you explained, “Yeah it was definitely an experience. I learned the choreography beforehand and then had to relearn it in the heels.” “I can’t believe you actually did the splits like that though,” Wooyoung said as they watched the part where you go into the splits as you all point up and out in the opposite direction. “We have watched the reaction video of you on youtube when you saw you had to wear those heels, and it’s probably still one of the cutest things ever,” Mingi didn’t mean to call you cute out loud, but when he thought back to you staring wide eyed and mouth open like a fish he couldn’t help it. Cheeks burning from Mingi calling you cute you covered them with your hands.

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Each group performed their preferred arrangement in front of each other along with random dance play. You couldn’t help but jump in and dance Mingi’s part when Wave was played. Both groups intermingling knowing the dance to each groups songs.

“So we have one last thing to do before we end the show,” an MC said standing between each group. “Finally we will do a lyric battle between the groups, and to make it a little more even would one of you volunteer to join the Royals for the final game?” Sheepishly Mingi stepped forward rubbing the back of his neck. Your heart started racing as you held a hand out for him to join you. The rest of ATEEZ already knew about the giant’s crush on you so they decided to give him a hard time and something about “abandoning the group”. “I think we need to redo our opening,” Yeosang teased as they all recounted back to their time with Oneus. After they finished you wrapped your arms around Mingi, “You know if that’s the case then I might just have to keep him.” Mingi’s face darkened at your words with his blush now touching his ears while everyone “oohed”.

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Stepping off the stage together you and your group faced the boy group. “It was really nice being able to meet you all officially,” you told them your group bowing. “We look forward to spending the next few weeks working with you as well,” Hongjoong lead his group in reciprocating the courtesy. You and Mingi both seemed to have the same idea lingering behind the others as they started leaving. Brushing your hair behind your ear you looked up at the smiling giant. “I still can’t believe we actually get to work together,” Mingi said following behind you as you went to pick up your bag. “Likewise. You’re an extremely talented group of guys, and am a big fan of a certain rapper,” you turned to look at him as you adjusted you bag over your shoulder. The red haired rapper’s smile seemed to grow bigger for a brief moment before it disappeared, “Wait… do you mean Hongjoong?” Giving his shoulder a slight shove you laughed, “No, no. This rapper has red hair and a ridiculously deep voice,” you giggled as you watched his smile reappear and he rubbed the back of his neck. “Oh!” you started digging through your purse before tearing out a small piece of paper from a notebook and a pen. Mingi watched as you scribbled on the paper before you handed it to him. “Hopefully we can talk more than just during the project time period,” you told him tilting your head slightly. Mingi stared in shock at the small piece of paper. You had scrawled your number on it with a cute heart at the end. He also didn’t noticed that you had started to walk away before you called out to him. “Mingi! Come on! Our groups are going out for lunch!” Snapping out of his trance he pocketed the paper before running after you.

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masterlist

#dvoz-alternate #ateez request #mingi x reader #ateez x reader #ateez fanfic #seonghwa x reader #hongjoong x reader #wooyoung x reader #yunho x reader #yeosang x reader #san x reader #jongho x reader #idol au

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bts-love-sweat-tears · 6 years ago

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Café Potente

Title: Café Potente

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader

Type: cafe!au, pure tooth-rotting fluff!

Rating: PG

Warnings: Namjoon being a slight perv, kinkshaming if you squint (haha)

Word count: 1,628

Summary: In which Namjoon uses English and Clumsy to get himself a date.

A/N: First ever collab with @sugarcookiesandsins. She just had to re-create so be sure to follow her. She’s also the grand admin of a really amazing Discord fangirl server. This was both really fun and obnoxiously hard to write, bc we kept dying of uwus while writing (I’m old, does this make sense)? Anyway, sorry not sorry for the massive amounts of cheese.

For once in your life, you were hoping that the universe would cooperate. So far, everything was going perfectly: the bus schedule, the weather, the heavenly smell of freshly brewed coffee. But good things come only in threes and you felt it in your gut that the universe would be giving you something bad to balance it out.

Still, you soldiered on; you had been dying to try this new coffee shop, and it did not disappoint. From the soft fairy lights framing the chalkboard menu to the soft murmuring of the people around you, this cafe looked like it had been pulled straight from a fiction romance: the type of place where a meet-cute would happen. You dragged your eyes over the old-fashioned brick wall on the left side, patterned with a collage of art and paper notices, some advertising other stores and other simply messages about loving life.

All-in-all you could definitely see yourself coming back here, perhaps to study, or even just to curl up in that plush bean bag in the corner with a good book.

Walking further into your personal utopia, you entered the line and focused on the menu. It had all the classics, and even a special menu that you were considering making your way through. Settling on your order, you let your thoughts wander until they settled on the other patrons.

There was a tall boy in front of you, clad in all denim and a baseball cap pulled low over his face. You normally didn’t pay much attention to those around you, but the line was barely moving, and he had presence. He was on his phone, speaking animatedly about something or other. As you eyed him idly, you realized that the phone conversation he was having was in perfect English. It had been months since you had had any meaningful conversations, rather than the mindless repetition of colors and numbers you circled though with your students.

Without permission from your social graces, your feet moved closer, yearning to hear more about whatever mundane conversation he was having. Just as you got close enough to actually hear the conversation, it was finally his turn to order. He almost dropped his phone upon hanging up, scrambling to catch it, but knocking over the tip jar in the process. It clanged noisily to the ground and you noticed a blush tint the top of his ears as he bent down to recover it.

It seemed that luck was not on his side however as his hat managed to catch on the lip of the counter falling off his head to the hardwood floor. You picked it up, and handed it to him. He nodded gratefully but didn’t say anything. You had been hoping to strike up a conversation with the stranger, but he clearly had enough on his plate. He moved to the far end of the counter to wait for his drink and before you could think of anything to say, it was your turn to order.

After ordering and paying for your drink, you moved down to the far end of the counter, and stood once again behind the taller man. He was back on his phone, emphatically gesturing as he continued his conversation on the phone. He seemed clueless that he was mixing korean and english into a new language all its own. It was oddly endearing.

You thought that you were at a respectable normal distance, but apparently chaos was a natural state of being for him. Before you knew what had happened, you were covered in the remnants of his drink. Though you knew forces of entropy were present in the universe, this boy must have been prime among them.

Somehow, in the scant seconds between grabbing his drink and spinning around, the two of you collided. You had expected that such a public embarrassment would move slowly, like in the seconds before a fall, but no. In one fell swoop, you had gone from cozy anticipation of your drink to completely drenched in his. You felt like a complete idiot, standing there frozen pondering the statistical probability of what had just occurred.

However frozen you felt, though, the chaotic bilingual boy in front of you was a flurry of energy, moving for the napkins, apologizing profusely, and somehow still managing to maintain that smooth flow of bilinguality with whoever was on the other end.

You decided to choose one for him, with a small grin you pacified the man. “It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.” You rejoiced as the syllables flowed out your mouth, relishing in the rare feeling of speaking english.

His eyes widened comically, whether surprised at your language skills, or lack of rage; you couldn’t be entirely certain. Still he managed to compose himself pretty quickly, before blurting out a final apology, seemingly blank on any other words.

You covered your giggle with your hand, momentarily forgetting about the brown stain on the front of your favorite t-shirt, emblazoned with the words THAT GIRL. But, the passing breeze of an opening door felt cold against the front of your chest, causing you to try to shield your torso from the offending wind.

You glared at the new customer, blaming them for the new awkwardness you were feeling. Yet, you felt the pointed stare of someone. Turning back to the clumsy genius, you raised an eyebrow at the way his eyes were fixated on your chest. Seeing his pupils moving back and forth was the only thing keeping you from slapping his porcelain skin.

“Oi. My eyes are up here you know.” His face bloomed roses as he realized what it had looked like from your perspective. Stumbling over his words, he tried quickly to excuse himself. The next words out of his mouth satiated your rage completely.

“It’s not what you think. Just trying to figure out whether you’re a Marlo Thomas or Phoebe Buffay fan.” Whatever words you had been expecting, it certainly wasn’t these. Instead of swearing off men forever, you were wondering whether you had just met your soulmate. Not only was he a fellow 90s kid, but he also knew one of the original leading ladies of primetime TV.

“And if I say both?” You tease, wondering whether his words would be as clumsy as his actions. Instead, he was surprisingly smooth, and despite his earlier mishaps, his entire demeanor had changed from a gangly awkward youth to someone comfortable with witty repartee.

“Then I would say that we need to meet up again to fully discuss the pros and cons of each of the shows. This is a serious undertaking and we can’t be rash,” though his words suggest gravity, the expression on his face indicates that he is joking.

“Same time next week? And maybe next time, I won’t become your personal coffee dispenser.”

Never in your life would you have thought to yourself that the most obscure t-shirt in your wardrobe would be the reason you fell in love, yet here you were cuddled on the couch, tracing words on the paper as warm breaths caressed your neck.

“You done reading baby?” You nod your head once, shift backwards to envelop yourself even more in Namjoon’s embrace. At his words, you put down your book and try to be more present in the moment with the love of your life.

It was a Friday night, almost 2 years to the day that Namjoon had the great misfortune of spilling coffee and inadvertently staring at your chest. You had the great fortune of meeting a cute, nerdy, multi-talented guy who enjoyed the same old tv shows at you, and remembered the same microscopic details that you did.

It had gotten to the point where none of your friends wanted to hang out with you anymore, the two of you finishing each other’s movie quotes and winning incessantly at trivia. But you and Namjoon couldn’t be happier much to your friends’ chagrin. And despite their grumbles, you knew that they were happy that the two of you had found someone so perfectly matched.

You smiled at the memory as Namjoon turned the page for the both of you. It had become a tradition; both of you cuddled up on the couch under the blanket that you had gifted him the first Christmas. There was always coffee on the small table, the dark color contrasting against matching couple mugs.

It was enough to make someone vomit, but you didn’t mind, and neither did he. In fact, the two of you would often try to outdo each other on the mug front, and you were never at a loss for a clean cup for a warm beverage. Some might call you hoarders, but you and Joon maintained that you were collectors.

You finally had the man of your dreams, romantic, nerdy, and caring all wrapped into one being and sprinkled with a dash of clumsy for good measure.

“I guess the world was wrong Joonie?” Your boyfriend lifted his eyes from the book, glasses allowing you to see the shades of brown that painted his irises. He gave you a quizzical look that made you giggle - it wasn’t often that you were able to confuse him.

“Good things don’t come in threes. They come in fours.”

“Spilling my coffee on you was a good thing? You know, y/n, some might call that a kink.” His dimples are out full force, softening your heart and the gentle smack to his arm.

“You know, Joon, for someone so smart, you’re pretty dumb sometimes,” you want to make him sweat a little, but you are unable to keep a straight face.

“I mean you.”

#hyunglinenetwork #btsguild #kim namjoon x reader #kim namjoon x you #bts cafe au #bts fluff #oneshot

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sugarcookiesandsins · 6 years ago

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Café Potente

Word Count: 1.6+ Warnings: slight perv, slight kinkshaming if you squint Notes: collab with @/bts-love-sweat-tears - please give her all the love and affection! She was wonderful to work with!

All-in-all you could definitely see yourself coming back here, perhaps to study, or even just to curl up in that plush bean bag in the corner with a good book.

“Same time next week? And maybe next time, I won’t become your personal coffee dispenser.”

You finally had the man of your dreams, romantic, nerdy, and caring all wrapped into one being and sprinkled with a dash of clumsy for good measure.

“Good things don’t come in threes. They come in fours.”

“Spilling my coffee on you was a good thing? You know, y/n, some might call that a kink.” His dimples are out full force, softening your heart and the gentle smack to his arm.

“You know, Joon, for someone so smart, you’re pretty dumb sometimes,” you want to make him sweat a little, but you are unable to keep a straight face.

“I mean you.”

#kim namjoon x reader #bts x reader #collab #café potente #kim namjoon #bts-love-sweat-tears #café series #one-shot #sugarcookiesandsins

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poppyknitt · 6 years ago

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The Most Average Collab (A JSE Egos Fanfic)

[I hope you all take joy in knowing that after this fic, which is the first ever chapter in the Chase Brody part of my fics, I will finally start attempting to do both the JSE and the Mark side of my fics, rather than just staying in my current comfort zone, since I figured out that the only way for me to create my own little headcanons about the egos and the ego lore is for me to make a bunch of fics and pretend they’re relevant-]

[Also, don’t worry, Anti’s first ever chapter will come soon, too. It’ll just be a while because I have quite a bit to set up for it before I actually make it.]

[September 18th]

Chase yawned, a bit exhausted, as he had woken up about an hour ago, and the sun was still barely breaching the horizon, so it was pretty dark out. He had decided to just walk to the Bro Average set today, so he had to get up a bit earlier than normal. It was probably around 6:40-7AM, and the majority of the others living in their neighborhood were either already at work or just asleep at this hour, with Henrik and Robbie being the only exceptions that he could think of.

He diverged from the sidewalk, deciding he wanted to go the scenic route today, since he would obviously arrive fairly early if he followed the road for the entire walk there. The path was used often, so even with its thick surrounding vegetation and woodlands, the lines of where the path ended and the forest began were very clear. He hadn’t brought his actual gun with him today, since they were filming a bunch of stunts that involved things like skateboarding, parkour, and probably even attempting to do a full, 360° aerial flip on a dirt bike.

He heard a twig snap, which was followed by computer glitch noises, and he turned, knowing exactly who was there. Anti.

“Oh, hey bro. Funny thing, actually- I was almost starting to miss your annoying, squeaky ten-year-old voice!” Chase mocked the glitch, even though he was fully aware of how stupid that was to try and pull off without any method of defending himself against the dark ego.

Silence.

Well, shit. If he wasn’t going to attack me before, he’s definitely gonna do it now. Chase internally facepalmed at his stupidity. He turned around, and continued walking to work, but quickening his pace this time, since he knew that if he managed to get to a place where there were witnesses that wouldn’t even stop to consider what they were gonna do before jumping into the fight and helping Chase, Anti would be less inclined to attack him.

It took him about 10-15 minutes to actually get there, and thankfully, Anti seemed to have just been watching the events of today unfold for now, since he didn’t hear anything to indicate the demon’s return. He clocked into work, and entered the studio, where he was greeted warmly by the few others whom tended to arrive early- The director, producer, and a few other high-positioned names in the crew.

The day went by quickly, and thankfully, they ended up finishing the recording process early on, and he was sent home around 5:46 that evening, so he had time to record a few videos for the channel. He had no idea what to do, though, so, since Mark was still going to be in town for the next few days, he messaged him, asking if he wanted to attempt to do a collab video.

After a few minutes, Mark messaged back.

Sure, we could give it a shot.

But, uh, you’re not gonna freak out like Jack did, are you?

He rolled his eyes.

No. Why would I? Not like I’m suffering from brain damage.

Mark took a bit longer this time.

You sure, dude? I mean, you did fuck yourself up pretty badly for a few months, back when you did that power hour.

He sighed in annoyance. God, when would Mark let that incident go? Literally everyone else had already done so!

Mark. For the love of god. That was nearly two years ago

This time, his asshole “friend” responded a lot quicker.

Yeah, I know. I was just checking. See you in a few.

The collab video went pretty smoothly, and, for once, they even ended up getting stuff done. They had brainstormed over what to record while Mark was on his way, and for about 15 minutes after Mark arrived. Actually, it wasn’t until Chase started editing the video to add in the audio and facecam that he realized the video wasn’t actually as normal as he thought. It was about 20 minutes long, which left plenty of room for things to have gone wrong.

About 2 minutes in, the facecam glitched, with that familiar, green static look that came with Anti’s presence.

6:03- RGB color distortion. The audio distorted as well, and all he could make out was, in a highly distorted form of Mark’s voice, “I̺͔̩͞'̭̹m̀ ̻ͦ͝s̡̱̰̳̙̮̰̊̂͊̈́ͬ͗̔ͅtͥͣ͗ͨ̂̇͐iͫͣ͋͏̬͓̞l͔̱̾͊l͇̙͚͈͓̣͞ͅ ̰̫͖̠̅̉̈́́hͣͩͮè͚r͍̗̞̰͇̔ͥ͗͋̈́e̯̳̦͟“, which freaked him out a bit, since he thought that only Anti was able to screw with the videos he or one of the other septic egos recorded.

15:24- What he could only assume was either glitched screaming or laughter was faintly heard in the background of the video, and he knew it couldn’t have been game audio, since the game they were playing at that point wasn’t at all glitchy or horror-based.

18:01- More RGB color distortion, however, this time, it extended past the facecam, and affected the gameplay recording too. The audio distorted about 15 seconds later, and the same voice was heard, but this time, it said, “Y̸̤ȯ̧͛ụ̰̝̲͈̰͙̋ͯ̿ͫ͆͛̚'͍͍r̙̦͉͓̻̒͐͐̒̒ě͐̓͟ ͪ̔̂͗͝g̰̳o̴͉͔̟i̮̻̫͓̤̳͐͂́̍ͣ̍n̔g̶ ̶t̝̹̙̹̙̍̏̈ͫ̾o͍̦̗͉̯̖̐̐̈ͩ̏͐ ̵̼͓͓̗ͦͨ̇̀r̖͓̻̰͔͚̄̊ͭ̚̚̚̚ͅe̷͖ͪġ̼̠͖̐ͩ͢r̞̣e͉͕̅ͥtͅ loc҉̦̠̦͓̫̳̝k̺̝͍͍͔̼͌ͦͣ̈́ͤ̂͡i̐͆̔̐ͩͤn͙̖͇̼̲̖̤̐͑͛̉̇ͭͤg͖̹̪ ̭̥̤ͣ̀̋m͟e̘̰̣̜̫̲̠͑̐͐͗͌ͭ́ ̢̲̙̙̋̿̐aw̬̼̜͓̪̫͕ä̃͋͑̓̓ͬy̛̱͚̞̯̮̫͈͐ͬ͆ͨͣ̈́ͣ.̶͌͑̄̄̿̆͑”. He felt chills run down his spine, because this meant that this wasn’t a joke. It was legitimately Dark this time- He knew that, because he knew Marvin had helped Mark trap Dark somewhere inside his computer, back in the beginning of the year, and, also, at Mark’s desperate demanding, had wiped all memory of anything related to the entity from his mind, which, was thus the reason why Mark was totally clueless about the situation with Dark and Jack.

21:04- The post-outro clip Chase and Mark had recorded was corrupted, and Chase swore he could hear Anti’s maniacal laughing in the background, as the video distorted beyond recognition, on all levels.

The recording autosaved itself, despite Chase’s attempts to prevent it from happening. He knew the video couldn’t go up on the channel, it was too dangerous to risk the community freaking out over the sudden, apparent team-up of the channels’ darkest egos, before the rest of them even had a plan formulated to prevent total chaos, death, and destruction raining down on Mark and Chase’s friends.

Suddenly, his screen went black, and he screamed when he saw the familiar face of Dark appear on the monitor.

“It was stupid of you to help them, Jack.” The demon said.

“I’m not Jack! I-I’m just one of his egos!” Chase protested.

“Now that I’m finally free again, we will come for you. Both of you.”

It immediately became obvious that Dark couldn’t hear him- this was probably a pre-recorded message- when there was no reaction to what he said.

“If you are really as clever as he says, then you should already know that there will be no stopping the chaos that we have ready for you.”

The lights in the egos’ house glitched off, and he felt nothing but pure dread as the recording went on.

“My advice to you? Repent your mistakes, and allow my ally to win at his game, and maybe, I will consider sparing you in my endgame.”

The recording cut to an end after that, and to Chase’s horror, he found that the collab video had been uploaded.

This was just the beginning to one gigantic nightmare.

[Chase #1/Darkiplier prologue pt. 2]

Henrik #1

Marvin #1

JBM #1

Sean #1/Darkiplier prologue pt. 1

JJ & Robbie #1

Anti #1

Chase #2

Markiplier connected egoverse, #1

@antis-loyal-puppet

@chaoticcrimsonrose

#fanfic #jacksepticeye #jacksepticeye egos #jacksepticegos #chase #chase brody #bro average #markiplier #i literally dont know anything about how tv shows are made

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ao3feed-merlin · 3 years ago

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Goblin's Gold

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3oSOsAi

by Arthur_Rex

AU of S3:E3: Goblin's Gold. What if instead of possessing Gaius' body, the goblin took over Arthur Pendragon instead? Absolute chaos in Camelot castle is the result.

This story was co-written by my amazing writing partner, belle, who kindly gave me permission to post it (for posterity?) on ao3. We write predominantly on Tumblr. You can follow Merlin on ( https://ift.tt/3nBKoot ) and Arthur on ( https://ift.tt/3qUAdxj )

Words: 8639, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Merlin & Arthur: Friends to Lovers (A RP Collab)

Fandoms: Merlin (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Merlin (Merlin), Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Gaius (Merlin), Goblin (Merlin)

Relationships: Merlin & Arthur Pendragon (Merlin)

Additional Tags: Pre-Slash, Merthur friendship with feelings underneath, Body Possession, Very rude goblin, Gaius is a badass, Arthur is clueless, Merlin is Exasperated, Magic!Reveal happens in the sequel to this, This is pretty light-hearted in comparison, Icons provided by belle

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3oSOsAi

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #merlin #bbc merlin

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inhalareexhalare · 6 years ago

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“Let Him First Cast a Stone at Her”

Two occurrences in this early morning:

(1) I brushed off Ms. Len when she asked if I could deal with her bank deposit on my way, since yesterday I experienced the worst long wait ever. That particular bank has poor manpower and technology. Now I regret letting that opportunity to help pass me by.

(2) Reyna’s all anxious again from her mistakes at work. She thinks they’re minor and careless, but it’s exactly the simplicity of the mistakes that makes her feel bad about herself. Simple mistakes that she could have avoided, she thinks.

To Reyna:

Kung may mag-judge man sa iyo, sabihin mo walang kwenta siya JK HAHA

[If anyone ever judges you tell them they’re fucking useless JUST KIDDING HAHA]

Sabi nga ni Jesus sa Christianity, "He that is without sin among you, let him first cast a stone at her."

[Jesus of Christianity did say,...]

Remember, walang may karapatan na husgahan ka. Ginagawa mo ang pinaka-best mo, at alam mo yan.

[Remember, nobody has the right to judge you. You do the very best that you can, and you know it.]

Pero kung gusto mo ng improvement anyway, pwede mong i-note nalang yun para new habit na haha "always doublecheck" :) Malamang magkakamali ka pa rin kasi di naman tayo robot, pero magiging mas konti na probably ang frequency! :D

[But if you want to work on self-improvement anyway, you can note it instead to turn it into a new habit haha “always double-check” :) You will certainly still make mistakes since we aren’t robots, but you’ll probably less frequently miss it! :D]

I still feel bad about Ms. Len hahahuhu

Oh wait! She responded in e-mail! Yay she would like to take my re-offer of doing that deposit (as long as it’s on the wayy)

From Ms. Len:

Wait for a moment.I will go there.Thank you very much.

To Ms. Len:

Thank you so much for taking the trouble! Noted!

2019-02-28 08:40 Philippines Thursday

I..

I am seriously trembling, fuck.

I am overwhelmed with excitement as I crave for this social development.

Ms. Len and I hugged. She said sorry for the trouble, but that she also really appreciates it, because two secretaries that sit adjacent to her cubicle like to pick on her schedule. They spread weird rumors about her taking too long with errands (and are suspecting that Ms. Len is busy chatting with people and having fun despite it being the time for work.)

So this is quite a help in saving her time. I told her not to mind them. I love them as individuals, but they’re letting their perspectives run over Ms. Len this time. Those two are known for having less responsibilities as Ms. Len as people also say that they are unreliable or slow. Which makes them not understand how Ms. Len can possibly have so much errands/responsibilities to be running out and back to office the whole day.

For people who some others belittle, they should understand what Ms. Len must be feeling if they just try. :<

People just like to pick on other people. Especially if they don’t think getting to know others better is worth their time. Let’s try to break the cycle, shall we?

2019-02-28 09:32 Philippines Thursday

I ran into Richel, one of my cousins, who is now in her early college years. I was able to properly express my pleasant surprise. It’s been so long that I thought we’d have a lot of troublesome ice to thaw between us but hey, we were good. I told her that I missed her (and I didn’t know that until I said it), and she met me with similar enthusiasm and told me that she and her family would actually love to have lunch together with me someday.

I thought I’d be allergic to her since ever since I left home, I hid from my relatives ( I didn’t like to be talked about or pried on, and I didn’t want unnecessary burden on my dad and everyone although I think this absence of mine might have just worsened the gossip fuel haha) But we were cool. She didn’t know how to talk to me but in the spur of the moment I initiated so that was a surprise.

I wonder if I should take them up on that offer? I dislike feeling like I have to explain myself, but isn’t that exactly what socializing is about? Helping each other understand each other?

Okay, a part of me still doesn’t want to, but I guess I should. If they initiate of course. I am technically sent the invitation through someone else’s intention, but I don’t want this gathering to be started by me because then it would be as if I want to push my ideas onto them.

Nevertheless:

Mission: Share Your Opinion.

2019-02-28 11:27 Philippines Thursday

Waaah. I couldn’t share my opinions at our meeting. I couldn’t even speak up or make a sound. Even when Dr. Virg started lightening up to me with jokes on my silence.

I just didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t relate to them. Worse, I couldn’t find my voice. My voice was also weak even when it was Dr. Seth asking. I guess the whole, general air can give so much effect on comfort. I saw them somewhat as a group of people I couldn’t relate to.

Retirement? Salary? Nationwide competition? The only thing I could relate to was that scandal they talked about around a certain graduate who lied for years to their parents regarding studies and even graduation. That student made up a lot of stories which sounds so familiar to me because my brother did that before.

So I could only empathize. Troubled, repressed individuals who don’t know who to go to for help. Or just plainly can’t because they’re no t used to asking for help.

I couldn’t speak because I’d just be adding fuel to their gossip.

I had no idea what to do at all, although I did my job right when it’s about business.

I don’t understand what Dr. Virg and some others in the room expect from me. If they were in my position, I wonder what they would talk about? I could be the clown/joker and say some pretty stupid things just to get a laugh and a level of comfort, but that wouldn’t be me.

Hm. Whatcha think, reader?

I really believe now that small talk is important, but what could I possibly talk about? I’m clueless here...

All I can think of for now, is improve the volume of my voice. Be adventurous with it. Don’t let their expectations intimidate you.

But I’m severely lacking in improvisation in this case. Strange.

Do I really just lack information? Is that it? But their topics are too irrelevant to me.

Seriously, what do you say to:

“Ey, Lobo. You and Phoebe should be hosts to this event. Haha!”

Don’t worry it wasn’t an attack. Or at least that’s how I heard it. Phoebe is an apparently soft-spoken staff member. I could only smile or chuckle along.

I have no idea what to say. Hm. If I do have to give an opinion though, I’d ask if the event was undercover because I’m too quiet to host it. I wonder if they’d relate though. I have pretty weird contextual language, just like anyone does when there’s a huge gap in culture.

What if, instead, I say, then the event would be chaos, because I'd make a pretty speechless and therefore powerless host. Hosts exist to control the flow. I exist to observe the flow.

...

...too serious? This has always been a kind of problem haha

I like this part of me, but most don’t relate.

But I think I’ll try my second idea next time. My way of showing affection is adding some flavor and insight into things.

WAIT. I think I found another hole. I’m too busy looking for a short response, since I know they don’t think of me highly yet for me to steal more than a minute out of one turn.

(1) Do they actually think that? If so, there’s nothing to do about it. I can only shut up, or be fake.

(2) Maybe they don’t think that. If so, then I should give myself a push and try.

(3) The truth is that I really just don’t know what they think; So I must try, and keep trying. Unless it’s really evident that (1) is true, then that’s the time I drop it.

I should give it tries.

Mission: Steal Time, Test Waters!

But I still think I wouldn’t have gotten this idea at the time, since I keep thinking about the comfort levels of the other speaker and what they are probably expecting out of me. So, a revision of the previous mission:

Mission: Share Your Opinion (Think Underlying Concepts)

2019-02-28 15:14 Philippines Thursday

Huh. I don't feel so attached to Karu now, even though it's nighttime.

I'm actually pretty happy and excited on my own.

I'm genuinely excited for his gig tonight and for his net gigs, and for his new flute!

Even though I won't get to hear it until maybe a weekend morning.

You know what? I don't feel bad at all. I watched a few short films, snd then manga, and then pondered for a bit on what I could develop in that collab story I have with Nynaeve.

And I'm going to bed pretty darn happy.

I am absolutely comfortable right now.

Hm.

It feels so free to rid yourself of unnecessary reins.

Chains that shackle unnecessary burdens like self-expectations, obsessions, self-depreciation, etc...

Why did I want Karu home at night before again?

The anxiety was triggered by extreme loneliness and envy. Unforgiving to myself for having such feelings, I would beat myself up and fixate on things about myself, and then I wouldn't be able to stop with the obsessive thinking if I didn't remember to do my calm spell and breathing exercise.

Now, I just have peace. Freedom. So much freedom that I find it easy to set other people free. Set Karu free.

I guess it's hard to find peace if you're looking for it. Peace is in everything around you; in everything that taught you important lessons; in everything that you love to do; in everything that you discover new.

You don't do tricks and hacks to get the peace of mind that you crave for; you just do things for reasons that actually matter to you—you do things for getting better, and for growing up.

Don't rush it, but don't delay it.

Don't resist it.

Literally be yourself and always find ways to enhance yourself.

This was Pa's truest words, when he wasn't held down so much by the pressures of society: (I was crying tears at the age of 19, having experienced my first of societal/social failures—flunking a subject.)

"I don't need you to be the best out of everyone. I want you to be the best of yourself."

2019-02-28 22:41 Philippines Thursday

What is this. I'm still not afraid of getting up in the morning!

Because how do I know it’s all gonna work out? I don’t.

Focus. IT'S A LEAP OF FAITH.

2019-03-01 06:00 Philippines Friday

PS watch Spider-man: Into the Spider-verse!

#chrono7 #social #progress #mission #goal #relative

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whumpasaurus101 · 3 years ago

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The Collab of Clueless Chaos- Chapter Three

Okay um this got a lil bit long ehehe so apologies for that!!

Nicolas and the lovely Olivia belong to @happy-whumper and here is their amazing masterlist

Here is Asher’s masterlist

and finaly here is the collab's masterlist!!!

previous.

CW: Alcohol - but no one is drunk / whumpee forced to drink alcohol / beating -not too detailed- / whumpee feeling claustrophobic / … again,,,, umm cursing .. like,, a good amount xD / if i left anything out anything just lmk!!

Over the next few weeks, Rodger and Nicolas kept in contact. Rodger brought Asher to continuous physio appointments, doing anything they could to mend Asher’s shoulder quicker. Three weeks later Asher was able to go back to his training. Antonio sat on a stool, watching Asher, bored out of his mind. He sighed, “I swear to god, Rodger’s not paying me enough for this.”

Asher paused his punches and looked at Antonio with one eyebrow raised, “Oh, well I'm so sorry I’m not punching like a professional boxer three weeks after having my shoulder fucking dislocated.”

“Oi, language.”

“Fuck off.”

The minute Antonio stood up, the door opened. Asher heard a voice that was very familiar to him. “Get the fuck off me you piece of fuck!!!” Olivia.

Antonio’s eyebrows furrowed as he walked over. “I can damn well walk by myself you fucker!” Nicolas rolled his eyes, “Then do it!” He let go of Olivia only soon gripping her by the shoulder and yanking her back as she attempted to walk out of the room, “Wrong way,” He sighed.

Antonio checked his watch, “Ahh, Nicolas, is it?” “Yes, Rodger said it was okay to bring Olivia here?”

“Yes! Of course, I’m always happy to bring in new fighters, and I saw how well she fought-” Olivia rolled her eyes. “-at the fight.” Antonio looked back at Asher who was standing, glaring at Olivia, “Hey, back to training.” Asher clenched his jaw but turned back to the punching bag and threw weak punches with his healing arm. Olivia started snickering but was quick to stop when Nicolas elbowed her in the side.

“I’ll do an assessment test on her, see what she needs improvement on and what we need to focus on in training. We have a bar here if you want to stay here.” Nicolas considered it for a moment, looking at Olivia then back to Antonio. “Yeah, alright, thanks. Good luck with her.” Then he looked to Olivia, “Behave.”

Once Nicolas left, Olivia, “Great, now I’m stuck with you two numb nuggets.” Asher scoffed, “Oh please, I bet you're glad I'm here, I bet you missed me soooo much.” Olivia just rolled her eyes. “Will the both of you shut it! Olivia, go over to the corner, Asher, five minutes break and then you're back training, got it?” Asher rubbed his shoulder and nodded.

Antonio put his hand on Olivia’s back and pushed her towards the corner. There was a punching bag and a punching dummy there. “Okay, let me see you throw punches and kicks, do it the best you can.” Olivia sighed, “When will we get to the part where I can beat Asher’s ass?” Antonio huffed, “Well, I can tell you it will be a lot sooner if you actually co-operate and work with me.”

“Ughhhhh, but that's boring.” Antonio clenched his jaw, “Alright, you're pushing me to my limits right now. You better start punching and kicking that dummy or else I’ll lose my fucking head!” There was a small silence before Olivia finally spoke, “But, Asher’s not here.” Antonio took a deep breath, “I beg your pardon?” “You told me to kick and punch the dummy. Asher, the dummy, isn't here.”

That's when Antonio lost it, he growled and quickly slapped her hard across the face. Olivia kept her face to the side, swallowing hard. She took a deep breath, chest stuttering and cleared her throat. Antonio checked his watch, “Asher, I said five minutes, it's been fucking seven, get back to the fucking back and train!”

“Alright, alright, don't get your knickers in a twist. Save that for Rodger.” Both Asher and Olivia started laughing at Asher’s comment. “That's IT!!!! I have had it with the two of you!!! Olivia, get the fuck out! Tell Nicolas that this is over, I’m not your trainer, you can go find some other fucking trainer!!!”

Olivia just blinked, showing no emotion. Then she started laughing, “Yeah, um, I didn't even want to be here so thanks dude!” She patted Antonio’s shoulder and started walking off. She stopped once Asher took her by the shoulder, “Wait wait wait wait-” he sighed, “-stay here for a moment… please.” Olivia rolled her eyes, “Fine… whatever.”

Asher walked over to Antonio, “Can I talk to you for a second, in your office?” Rodger went to say no but sighed, “Fine. Make it quick though.” The two went into the office, leaving Olivia by herself. Antonio shut the door, “Speak.”

“Antonio, please don't kick her out! I'm begging you!” “If you were begging, you’d be-” “-on my knees, I know, but fuck off. Listen, I’ll do anything! I-” He froze. “Anything?” Asher gulped, “I uhm…” He hung his head in defeat, “Yes... anything.” Antonio chuckled, “Oh Asher, Asher, Asher, that was not such a wise choice.” Asher gulped again, almost choking as the lump in his throat started forming.

“I’ll let Olivia stay, you guys can train together, and after it, you and I will stay back, I could do with some practice.” Asher’s eyebrows furrowed, “P-Practise?” “Oh yes, I haven't done boxing for a while now, I could really do with a boxing bag.” Asher’s stomach dropped. “That is, of course, only if you want Olivia to stay here.”

Asher could feel the colour from his face drain, “Fine,” He forced from gritted teeth. Antoni chuckled, “Good, now get out. You and Olivia can train together.”

Olivia and Asher stood opposite each other, fists raised. “Left.” Asher threw a punch with his left arm but Olivia was quick to block it. “Right.” Olivia blocked again. “Come on Asher, put some effort into this, Jesus Christ.” Asher ground his teeth together, his head was everywhere. He couldn't stop thinking about what was going to happen later. But it was either that or Asher not being able to see Olivia again.

“Switch.” Olivia caught Asher off guard with a left hook and he fell to the ground with a grunt. Antonio rubbed his eyes in frustration, “Asher, focus.” Asher rolled his eyes. “And cut out that fucking attitude.” Olivia snickered and whispered, “Looks like I’ll be replacing you and you’ll be the one getting kicked out.” Asher chose to ignore her ignorant comment and pushed himself up.

He quickly kicked her in the ribs, making her hunch over, “That fucking kick!” She growled. “Nice Asher, attack your opponent when they are least expecting it.”

“That's it you mother fucker!!!” Olivia quickly threw a right hook, then a left hook, and finally kicked him right in the chest, sending him back, knocking the air out from his chest as he landed hard on the ground. She quickly grabbed his arm and started bending it. “NO NO NO!!!” Asher cried. “Olivia, release.” Olivia growled but quickly let go, “Sorry Asher, I- I didn't mean-”

“It's fine,” Asher grumbled.

Antonio checked his watch, “Alright, Olivia, you can go home, I'll see you on Tuesday, same time, got it?”

“Whatever you say bossman, Asher, you walking with me?” Asher looked at Antonio and back to Olivia, “I uhm, I can’t today, I’m sorry.” Olivia’s face looked slightly sad… hurt, “Oh, okay. Sure, uhm, I guess I’ll go now.”

Asher felt a wave of guilt wash over him as Olivia left. Once the door shut, Antonio placed his hand on his shoulder and held tightly to Asher’s t-shirt, “Walk over to the corner there, you see the hook?” Asher nodded slowly and Antonio shoved him in the direction of the hook, “Stay there, I’ll be back in a second.” Antonio disappeared into his office. He grabbed a rough-textured rope and took out his phone, putting it on speaker as he rang Rodger.

“Don't tell me Asher’s throwing a tantrum.” Antonio chuckled, “When does he not?” Asher rolled his eyes. “But what I actually called was about asking if I could keep Asher a bit longer today? I think he just needs some extra practice considering his shoulder and everything.” Antonio saw Asher opening his mouth to talk to Rodger but he was quick to place his hand over his mouth. “Mph!!!”

“Oh of course Antonio, that's so considerate! Take your time too, and hey, when you bring him back maybe you could stay for a glass of wine?” “Oh, well I can't refuse that can I?” Antonio chuckled, “Of course, see you later.”

Once he hung up, he punched Asher in the head, sending him falling back. “You little shit! Get up and put your hands up above your head, crossed across each other.” Asher, still slightly dazed from the punch, stood up and did as he was told.

Antonio roughly grabbed his wrists and tied the rope to the hook and then Asher’s wrists. Asher could already feel the burning in his back at the uncomfortable position of his arms. Antonio grabbed some tape and placed it over Asher’s mouth. Asher tried to protest but all he could get out were muffled sounds.

Antonio chuckled, “Now, let's get this started, shall we?” Asher thrashed in the restraints, yelling into the tape. Antonio quickly threw a right hook straight to his ribs. Asher let out a grunt. “Oh come on, it was harder than that!” He threw another punch in the exact same spot, making Asher try and hunch over but the ropes stopped him.

Punch after punch, kick after kick, Asher finally let out a scream. He felt as if his ribs were about to crack. Oh, they were definitely bruised. No doubt. Another punch straight to his stomach, making him heave. Antonio wouldn't move his target. It was all aimed at his stomach, and why? So then Rodger won't know what happened. Great.

His arms were burning, his whole body ached. His back, his arms, his torso. Everything. Tears escaped as another kick landed. He felt claustrophobic with the tape, he couldn't gather enough oxygen.

An hour had passed and Antonio was out of breath, “Alright, I think I'm happy with that.” He untied Asher’s wrists and Asher collapsed to the ground with a thud and a groan. He took off the tape and groaned. He quickly gasped, gathering all the oxygen he could.

Antonio chuckled, “Come on, up up up, let's get back to Rodgers, I could do with a drink.” When Asher didn’t move, Antonio quickly dragged him up by his t-shirt. Asher whimpered, “Pl’se, no-no m’re! I -I cant-'' Antonio chortled, “Oh shhh, you're finished for now. And hey, if you're good, I’ll let you sit in the front.” Asher nodded, “I’ll b’ good. I-I’ll be goo’dn’”

The car ride was painful. Asher felt every bump they went over, every turn that they took. He let out small whimpers, making Antonio laugh at every one of them. They pulled up in the driveway and Antonio dragged Asher with him up to the front door. Rodger greeted both at the door, “Hey!! Hey, what's the matter with Asher, he doesn't look so well.”

Antonio just chuckled, “Oh he’s fine!! Aren't ya champ?” Antonio asked, digging his fingers into Asher’s side, making him gasp, and swallow his cry, “Y-Yeah, sorry, just a bit uhm, a bit tired.” Rodger chuckled, “Well that's alright, we have guests! Hey Nick, pour Asher dear a shot, maybe that might spruce him up a bit!”

Asher and Antonio came inside and sat at the kitchen table. Asher met Olivia’s worried eyes but quickly looked away as the shot glass was forced to his lips by Rodger and his head was forced back. He gulped it -so he wouldn't choke- and felt the burning sensation building up in his throat and the warmth in his stomach.

Five minutes passed and a sudden wave of nausea hit him. He excused himself from the table and rushed to the bathroom to try and gather himself. Olivia saw him. She noticed he was off. What the fuck was he going to tell her?! Just keep cool. If he seemed fine, maybe Olivia wouldn't notice. Hopefully she won’t.

She won’t…. right?

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taglist (im also tagging ppl from Tabea's taglist too :D) :

@yesthisiswhump @likeit-or-whumpit @as-a-matter-of-whump @myst-in-the-mirror @milk-carton-whump @appy-polly-loggies @tears-and-lilies @starnight-whump @jordanstrophe @froggywhumpy @jojothepanwithoutaplan @whumpsweetwhump @darklyria

#alright excuse the crappy ending xD #Asher #Antonio #Olivia #Nicolas #whump #whump writing #collab #the collab of clueless chaos #teeeheee #tw: alcohol #tw: beating #tw: cursing

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whumpasaurus101 · 3 years ago

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The Collab of Clueless Masterlist

i decided to make a masterlist so it doesnt take up Asher's long masterlist XD So here is the masterlist to Tabea's (@happy-whumper) and I collab !!!!

Here is the link to Tabea's amazing story.

And this is Asher and Jack's story :)

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Chapter One (me)

Chapter two (Tabea :D)

#collab #The collab of clueless chaos #teehee #but i love him #Asher #Jack #Alicia #Rodger #Antonio #Olivia #Nicolas #Rain #Theo #whump #whump writing #masterlist #whump masterlist

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happy-whumper · 3 years ago

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Masterlist "Pet Society"

When Rain First arrived at the auction center, he had no Idea where and with whom he was going to end up.

He didn't know that the man who would end up buying him, who cared the most about his Ego and how Society saw him, would take a special interest in him, since he was the most scared and obedient out of the three.

He didn't know that the taller boy who was bought along with him, who seemed to be cold and closed off, would end up caring so much.

He didn't know that the girl, who looked like she hated everything and everyone, would do anything to protect the people she cared about.

The only thing he knew for sure was, that he was scared and alone and despite what the people at the academy always tried to tell him, he was more than just a pet, something to be owned and shown off to brag with, he was still a person.

Even though it was hard to remember that sometimes.

General CW: pet whump, creepy whumper, non-con touching (non sexual), swearing, female whumpee/male whumper, (individual CWs will be on each chapter)

List of characters

Main Story (Present day)

Preparation

For Sale

Sold

Ready for Transport

Night time

Rules

Stories of the Past (Olivia with Nathan, flashbacks etc.)

Idiots and Cowards

Meet Nathan Phoenix

Food Poisoning

Collab of Clueless Chaos with @whumpasaurus101

Unexpected help

Chapter one (by Lee)

Chapter two (by me)

Chapter three (by Lee)

Taglist: @starnight-whump @jordanstrophe @froggywhumpy @whumpasaurus101 @as-a-matter-of-whump @jojothepanwithoutaplan @myst-in-the-mirror @whumpsweetwhump @whumpkinpie @screechingqueenmentality @painsandconfusion (let me know if you want to be added or removed~)

#Masterlist #my OCs #my writing #whump #whump masterlist #pet whump #Pet Society #defiant whumpee #female whumpee #multiple whumpees #scared whumpee #creepy whumper

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happy-whumper · 3 years ago

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*distant screaming*

AAAAAAH LEE I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!!!!! Look at our babies finally meeting 😌 and totally getting along mhmmm

Asher is such an icon I love him so much xD snarky lil bby

And I laughed way too hard about his comment on Rodger and Antonio, like yep accurate probably XDDD

Also oml you have written Olivia so perfectly??? Like everything is so accurate aksgakgsauah I love that!!!!

The Collab of Clueless Chaos - Chapter One

Okay aaaa i have been looking forward to writing this for so long oml. SO this is a collab with Tabea ( @happy-whumper ) and I!!!

Olivia and Nick all belong to @happy-whumper.

Tabea’s Masterlist / My Masterlist

“Didn't have much of a fucking choice, did I?”

Antonio forced a laugh and suddenly his face turned cold, “Funny… hold out your hands.” Asher raised his eyebrows, “Why?” Antonio rolled his eyes, “Just do it.”

“No.” Antonio looked up at him in disbelief, “Excuse you?” Asher snickered, “I don't fucking want to.”

“Asher,” Rodger warned in a low voice.

An awkward silence filled the room and Asher couldn’t help but speak up, “Sooooo, the feeling’s not mutual?”

The lights shone brightly onto the boxing ring, Asher sat on a stool in the corner of the ring while Antonio massaged his shoulders.

Jack allowed himself to relax, Asher was winning. 1-0 to Asher… this is going to end well… it will.

My taglist: @likeit-or-whumpit@milk-carton-whump @yesthisiswhump @as-a-matter-of-whump @appy-polly-loggies @happy-whumper @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi @myst-in-the-mirror @tears-and-lilies

Tabea’s taglist: @starnight-whump @jordanstrophe @froggywhumpy @whumpasaurus101 @as-a-matter-of-whump @jojothepanwithoutaplan @myst-in-the-mirror @whumpsweetwhump

Thank you for reading!!! (∩^o^)⊃━☆

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whumpasaurus101 · 3 years ago

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rain just being like o.0 while Olivia bitches abt Asher is sending me- AND OLIVIA CALLING THEO THEODORE, I ACC CANT EHYDHJDGH AND. OLIVIA. CALLING. ASHER. ASHY AND ASHY BOI..... I LOVE THESE PAIR DGDTHGDGHJDGDHJDG Tabea omg- this was AMAZING!!!! Imma read this over and over again tyvm XDDD Asher and Olivia being togther,,, it just brings me so much joy gdyuhjgdyuvhjdgdy. they love each other,,,,,, really...... somewhere in their non existing hearts XDD

I loved this so much and you wrote every character perfectly!!! WELL DONE!!!!! (❤ ω ❤)

The Collab of Clueless Chaos - Chapter two

After a lot of struggle (and a lot of help from @whumpasaurus101 xD) i finally finished this chapter xD But i did have a lot of fun with it ngl~

Asher and Rodger belong to @whumpasaurus101

Lee's Masterlist / My Masterlist

First chapter

CW: Cursing (Olivia and Asher...what do you expect xD), slapping, pet whump

“See you then”

And with that the two men went to check on their pets.

“What was that?”

Luckily he seemed satisfied with her answer, a pleased smirk replacing the previous dark look on his face. “That’s what I thought.”

With that he handed her the dress and turned around to leave again.

“You got 10 minutes.”

“Well guess you’re not the favourite anymore, huh Ashy boi?”

But she had been in the past. She had been exactly where Asher was right now and for a moment she felt a sting of guilt in her chest.

“Mhm, yeah sure you did Ashy.”

Lee's Taglist: @likeit-or-whumpit, @milk-carton-whump, @yesthisiswhump, @as-a-matter-of-whump, @appy-polly-loggies, @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi, @myst-in-the-mirror, @tears-and-lilies

My Taglist: @starnight-whump, @jordanstrophe, @froggywhumpy, @whumpasaurus101, @as-a-matter-of-whump, @jojothepanwithoutaplan, @myst-in-the-mirror, @darklyria, @whumpsweetwhump

#this is just perfect omg #THANK YOU FOR WRITING SUCH A BEAUTIFUL PIECE LIKE ALWAYS OMG #this is p e r f e c t i o n #BOOTIFUL #the collab of clueless chaos

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