#hears 'it looks really funny on you' and immediately baps him over the head with a pillow as revenge

[floorpancakes]

douwata kareshirt but sleepy post-rendezvous watanuki grabs one of doumekis oversize shirts on the floor and wears it to bed in an act of romantic domesticity only to wake up and groan in disappointment that this is the shirt in question

[oliviaischillin1204]

Do you take requests? If so, would you consider doing an Intruality fic? Both as switches, preferably, but i just think it’s a really underrated and cute ship, and you’d do such a good job at it

the one where Remus bugs Patton

Pairings: Romantic Intruality

Word Count: 2,661 words

Warnings: references to bugs being used to tickle the lee-- no actual bugs are involved, but there’s a lot of talk about them

ok. this has been a WIP since May 30, 2020, so if it feels disjointed... that’s why lmao. ALSO i’m using this as a response for a prompt from September 17, 2020, which was not my plan, but hey, why not! 

also, please don’t comment about how long it’s taking me to write again, even as a joke. thank you!

It’s one of Patton’s favorite games to play with Remus.

Well, it’s not really a game, technically, because they both end up as winners, in Patton’s opinion. Whenever either of them wants some affection, they just have to go up to the other and request whatever kind of kiss they want. Sweet one, gross one, funny one-- part of the fun was coming up with increasingly random kiss requests, and seeing what the other one would respond with.

It was especially fun to play their game in front of other people (whose reactions range from overdramatic catcalling to overdramatic gagging), but then there were moments like this-- late at night, cuddled together in Patton’s bed, perfectly comfy and warm and content-- that it was just another way for the two of them to shower each of in love.

“Quick one?” Patton asked quietly, not wanting to break the calm spell they’d found. Remus immediately responsed, leaning over to press a chaste kiss to Patton’s lips. Even that short touch felt electric to Patton, and he squirmed his legs happily at the feeling.

“Slow one,” Remus requested next, wrapping Patton even tighter in his arms. Patton smiled, tilting his head upwards and recapturing his boyfriend’s lips in a deep kiss. He could feel Remus’ smile against him, his hand coming up to brush through Patton’s hair.

The kiss left Patton feeling a little lightheaded, but that certainly didn’t stop him from continuing the game.

“Soft one.”

The two connected again, their lips just barely grazing each other before coming together in a gentle touch. It stayed like that for an indeterminate amount of time, and Patton thought there was no better feeling in the world than Remus’ warmth against him.

They pulled back, and Patton sighed happily, gazing up at Remus with a content gaze.

Remus’ eyes gleamed. “Sexy one!”

Patton blushed. He sighed fondly, but he still craned his head around to better face his boyfriend. The two shared a just-this-side-of-decent kiss before they pulled away, Patton giving Remus’ lower lip a quick nip as they parted.

“You always ask for that one,” he said, hoping his flustered state wasn’t too noticeable.

Judging from the way Remus’ smile turned teasing, he wasn’t so lucky. “Only because you blush so pretty when I do, creampuff!”

Patton giggled, turning away to hide his deepening blush. “Oh, hush, you--”

“What? It’s true, dumpling! It makes you look sweeter than candy! And you taste better, too.”

“Shush!” Patton insisted, bapping Remus’ chest and fighting the urge to hide his face in his hands. Remus merely laughed, shifting a little so he could hold Patton with his back against Remus’ chest.

“You’re blushing ‘cause it’s true,” he crooned in Patton’s ear. The moral side huffed a giggle at his boyfriend’s antics. He turned to give him the stinkeye.

“Meanie.”

Remus shrugged. “You gonna take your turn, or what?”

Patton humphed, but as he watched Remus smile in profile, he got a new idea into his head.

“Butterfly kiss!”

He craned his head to the side, getting as close to Remus’ face as possible, and rapidly fluttered his eyelashes against his cheek.

Immediately Remus squeaked, jerking his head away. He shot Patton a wide-eyed look.

“What the-- what? Butterfly what?”

Patto blinked, surprised by Remus’ confusion. “A butterfly kiss?”

Remus quirked his head at him. “Do... butterflies kiss people?”

A beat, and then an amused laugh escaped Patton’s lips. “Oh my goodness, you’re adorable.” He caught one of Remus’ hands in his own, and slowly lifted it up to his face.

“This is a butterfly kiss.”

Patton quickly fluttered his eyes against the back of Remus’ hand, gently grazing his eyelashes along the skin. Remus’ fingers twitched on reflex, but he seemed to be trying to stay as still as possible.

“Who the hell came up with that?”

Patton shrugged, kissing the back of Remus’ hand before dropping it. “I don’t know, butterfly scientists? I think it’s just because it tickles a little.”

Remus hummed noncommitally, and Patton let the comfortable silence overtake them again. He was only slightly surprised a few minutes later when Remus announced, “My turn!”

Patton smiled, sitting up slightly in Remus’ grasp. “Ready!”

“Bumblebee kiss!”

Patton paused, tilting his head in confusion.

“I haven’t heard of that one,” he admitted, but fell silent as Remus lifted his hand and extended one pointer finger.

Patton stared at the finger. It wiggled in a friendly manner.

“Remus--?”

“Bzzzzzzzzz...”

Patton cut himself off as Remus began making a quiet buzzing noise, changing pitch and volume as his finger began floating closer and closer to Patton’s stomach.

Patton’s eyes widened, and he tried to wiggle out of Remus’ grasp to no avail. “Wait!”

Remus didn’t wait. “Bzzzzzzzzz-- mwah!”

All in one moment, Remus’ buzzing cut off as he poked Patton’s tummy pudge with his buzzing finger, pressing a quick kiss to his neck at the exact same time. Patton gasped, letting a shocked snicker escape his mouth.

“You’re so silly--” he started, but Remus merely lifted the finger yet again.

“Bzzzzzzzzz...”

The finger began to spiral, this time heading towards Patton’s ribcage. His giggles began building up in his chest, but Patton felt frozen in place as he watched the finger drift closer.

“Bzzzzzzzzz-- mwah!” Remus darted into Patton’s ribs, wiggling his finger for a few seconds as he gave Patton another tickly kiss.

“Nahaha!” Patton protested at the extra tickles Remus was giving him, shoving his torso in the other direction to escape his wiggling finger. “No no no, don’t!”

He had very little hopes of his boyfriend listening to his request (not that Patton minded-- he loved how fun Remus’ silly moods were) but his expectations were confirmed as Remus pulled his hand back, only to begin swirling the one pointer finger ominously slowly.

“Bzzzzzzzzz...” he sang directly into Patton’s ear. The teasing inflection of his voice was so much worse now that Patton was already giggling, and he couldn’t stop himself from sucking his stomach in as far as he could.

“Remus!” he squealed, wiggling side to side and knowing it was pointless.

“Bzzzzzzzz-- mwah mwah mwah!” And with that, Remus let his ‘bumblebee’ land right in Patton’s bellybutton, wiggling rapidly and making Patton’s stomach jiggle. At the same time, he dove in to smother the back of Patton’s neck with kisses, letting his mustache just barely graze the sensitive skin.

Patton gasped and squealed at the same time. Dazed and giddy, he arched his back on reflex, only for his peals of laughter to heighten as he pushed Remus’ buzzing finger further into his tickle spot. He squealed even louder as he finally remembered-- oh, yeah, he has arms.

Immediately Patton’s hands shot down to push Remus’ tickling hand away from his stomach. Remus acquiesced easily, pulling his hand gently out of Patton’s tired grip and loosening his hold. He leaned back against the pillows; Patton couldn’t see him, but he knew his boyfriend had a very amused look on his face.

“Was that a good kiss, honeybee?” he asked sweetly. Patton giggled; now that the tickles were over, his face was flushing at how silly his boyfriend was being.

“No,” he said faux-petulantly, flopping back against Remus’ chest and crossing his arms (very casually protecting as much of his ticklish torso as he could). “No bug tickles.”

Behind him, Remus pretended to gasp indignantly. “Excuse me, I did not mean to tickle you! It’s not my fault you got all squirmy from a simple bumblebee kiss.”

Patton giggled again. In his still flustered state, the only retort he could find was, “I’m not that squirmy.”

Again, he could perfectly imagine the look of amused disbelief Remus was giving him now. “Uh, yuh huh you are, puddin’. You were wiggling all over like you had ants in your pants--”

His voice cut off, and although it only took Patton all of three seconds to catch up to his train of thought, it was too late.

Still, he whipped around as best as he could, making his voice as stern as possible as he said, “Remus, don’t you dare--”

“Too late!” Remus crowed gleefully. “Ant kisses for you!”

Right away his mouth was back against Patton’s neck, and Patton made his gasp-squeal noise again. He scrunched his neck to defend himself as much as possible, but it wasn’t until he felt fingers tappin the tops of his thighs that he realized what he should have been trying to defend.

“Oh, look at all the happy little ants here to give you kisses!” Remsu cheered, skittering and scratching all over the tops and sides of Patton’s thighs. “They just love to hear your sweet little giggles! Sweeter than ice cream melting at a picnic!”

His hands began alternating from fluttering against the outsides of Patton’s thighs, to haphazardly yet efficiently squeezing the insides. Patton kicked his legs madly against the tickling sensations, until Remus trapped one of his legs between his own and began running his leg hair across Patton’s calf and shin.

“Ants in your pants! Ants in your pants!” he sang quietly in between kisses. Patton rocked forwards as he weakly tried to pull Remus’ hands off of his thighs, but he was just a bit too distracted at the moment to manage it.

Luckily, he had the best boyfriend in the whole wide world, because Remus soon pulled back once again, letting Patton catch his breath as he rubbed away the phantom tingles from his skin.

“Mean, rude, evil...” he muttered under his breath with a voice full od love. Remus snickered, poking Patton once in the back and making him shoot ramrod straight.

“You liked them,” he teased. “You loved the ant kisses.”

Patton sighed, falling back against Remus’ chest once more.

“Maybe so,” he admitted. “Butterflies and bumblebees and ants-- they’re all very cute, but--”

“But just no spiders, right?” Remus finished immediately, wrapping his arms around Patton’s chest and placing a kiss on the back of his head. “I’ve got you, Pat-Pat.”

He fell back into a comfortable silence, but Patton was lost in thought. It was true-- whenever the two of them had some tickly fun together, the word ‘spider’ very specifically never came up. Patton had never asked, and he hadn’t had to: Remus was just sweet like that. Still...

He turned his head and nuzzled under Remus’ chin.

“Reemie?” he asked softly. When Remus hummed in response, Patton continued carefully.

“How would... how would a spider kiss go, do you think?” he asked, craning his neck up to look for Remus’ reaction.

A beat, and then he got it: Remus’ face shifted from confusion to elation in less than a second.

“Patty-bear!” he crooned, bouncing both of them in excitement. “You do love me!” He rocked Patton side to side, shocking another barrage of giggles out of him.

Then his voice shifted a little lower, leaning a little closer as he cooed, “And I know someone who loves you...”

Already patton could feel his heart seeding up again. He turned away from Remus, only to catch a glimpse of it: Remus’ right hand, in a perfect claw formation,

Patton made a choked noise, flapping his hands in anticipation. “Re-mus!”

“What?” Remus asked casually. “It’s not me! It’s just my friend, Mr. Spider.”

‘Mr. Spider’ waved at Patton, fingers wiggling mischievously in the air. Patton squeaked and covered his face, and immediately Remus tsked.

“No hiding, Mr. Mom...” he chided gently. “Mr. Spider just wants to show you how much he loves you!”

He gently grabbed Patton’s left wrist, and pulled his arm out straight to the side.

“Look at how many kisses he’s giving you!” he cooed, leaning over to smack a quick kiss onto Patton’s wrist. Then another, a little bit further up his arm, until he was pressing a row of tiny kisses all the way up Patton’s forearm. It wasn’t really tickly, but it was silly enough to make Patton laugh anyway.

Until Remus’ other hand, the one known as Mr. Spider, began spidering just above his left hip. Patton squeaked, jerking his arm in on impulse, but it stayed firm in Remus’ grasp, leaving his entire left side exposed for Remus’ spidering fingers.

“Remus-- Remus!”

Remus hummed in response, his mouth now pressed against the crook of Patton’s elbow while his fingers congregated on the dip of his waistline. The scratchy, fluttery feelings sent tingles all the way through Patton’s body, and he curled his toes on instinct as he exploded with giggles and squirmed as much as he could.

“Mr. Spider just loves you so much, Patty-doll...” Remus murmured into his elbow, nibbling just slightly enough to make Patton squeal. “He wants to give you so many little kisses all over!”

Faster than Patton could track, Remus’ hand moved up and down his side, nails tracing and crazing across the skin as delicately as possible. Patton squealed and squirmed and threw his body as farto the other side as possible.

“Nohohoho!” he begged in delight, bouncing his legs desperately. “Not thehehehere!”

He reached around with his other arm to belatedly block Remus’ spidering fingers. Of course, the move ended up being a very bad (or very good) idea: Remus easily grabbed Patton’s other wrist, and in one swift movement flipped them both around until Patton was flat on his back.

“Any lasts requests?” Remus questioned, staring him down from above. Patton blinked, cheeks flushed and heart pounding.

“Spider kiss,” he asked breathlessly, smiling up at Remus. “Please?”

Remus’ grin was bright and dangerous. Patton loved it so much.

And then that grin disappeared as Remus yanked up Patton’s shirt and dropped to press kisses against every inch of Patton’s stomach-- every inch where he wasn’t spidering all ten of his fingers across the hyper-sensitive skin, at least.

Patton’s shriek was immediate, back arching and stomach sucking in at the same time. Remus used both hands to spider from the center of Patton’s stomach, out to the sides; from there he let his lips fall to press kiss after tickly kiss against the skin, even blowing a raspberry or two (or three or five or eight) against the skin.

“Rehehehehe-mus!” Patton begged as Remus focused on one specific spot on his sides. “Plehehehe--”

“Please?” Remus asked, blowing another tiny raspberry against the spot. “Please what? Please more? More spider kisses?”

He paired each sentence with another wiggle of his spidering fingers; after each question, there was another tickly kiss against the softest parts of Patton’s tummy. His fingers crawled from his ribs to his sides to his tummy to his hips to the little bit of his back that he could reached.

Patton didn’t even know how long he was screaming in laughter and squirming in delight. All he knew was that Remus was eventually sitting back on his haunches, watching fondly as Patton’s laughter fell back into quiet giggles.

“All good?” he asked softly, patting Patton’s knee comfortingly. Patton coughed, nodded, and sat up until the two were sitting face to face.

“I think we need to call an exterminator,” he said hoarsely. “We’ve got a lot of bugs in here.”

Remus stared at him in silence. Patton stared back.

And then the two fell into laughter, leaning forward until their foreheads knocked, which only sent them further into laughter. Remus reached out and grabbed Patton’s hands, rubbing his thumbs over his knuckles.

“True love’s kiss,” he murmured softly, ducking his head as if he could hide the blush that was forming on his cheeks at the request. “Please.”

Patton hummed in consideration. “Well, normally I’d say yes right awya, but you did just get finished tickling the snot out of me--”

“And I’ll do it again,” Remus interjected, looking back up as he wiggled his fingers teasingly. “Unless you give me true love’s kiss right now.”

Patton smiled, leaning forward to give his boyfriend exactly what he asked for.

[huffle-dork]

Casting Call (Swapboys AU)

(Hey guys! I realized recently that I haven’t done the best job of setting up the beginning of swap boys- so here we go! This takes place right after A Nice Alternative, and you’ll see more of Mag’s pull on not only Alt but his other puppets~ and alt’s new friends will get to see first hand just what they’ve gotten themselves into. Sadly, I had to break this up into two parts cuz this was already really long but! Hopefully I get the next chapter out soon cuz it’s a fighting chapter and I loveee those! Enjoy my friends! Please comment or reblog and lemme know what you think!)

SwapBoys Masterpost

The next morning, Alt woke up feeling better than he had in a long time. He was well fed- and Glitches was in a great mood with her new bed and toys! Alt almost didn’t want to leave her. He hadn't seen her so energetic in weeks. She mewled and pawed at him, nudging her new light up mouse for him to throw. Alt laughed and indulged her for a bit. But, he also had things to do today. Like- stake out the venue for tomorrow night. Figure out his escape route, and set up his equipment. Backups- all that shit.

He got to his feet and stuffed on his shoes, all while Glitches mewled in protest. She tried to tug on his jeans to get him to stop. But, she was a tiny kitten, and Alt had to pick her up before she ran into something that could hurt her.

“Sorry girl, I gotta work!” Alt said in a baby voice to the kitten. She bapped his face and gave a long meow. Alt laughed and petted behind her ears. “I promise I’ll be back in a few hours okay? Then we can play! Okay?” She looked sad again but mewled low and licked his cheek. Alt chuckled and set her down on her new bed, bouncing her new mouse on the soft cushion next to her. Her pupils got so big as she went to pounce on the creature, it’s fur lighting up underneath as she bapped at it with her feet and chewed on its head. God, she was so cute- it made it so hard for Alt to go. He turned around quickly and sucked in a deep breath as he glitched downstairs.

However, when he appeared on the asphalt outside his flat- he was greeted by something he wasn’t expecting.

Not too far from him, head dipped low so his teal bangs hung in his face, was a well dressed gentleman. Clothed in a gray vest and slacks, with a long blue overcoat. His face- Alt recognized it. Even though he had only met the guy yesterday.

“...Schneeplestein…?” Alt asked as he cautiously approached, gripping his backpack closer to him. He was immediately on high alert. No one just visits this shitty part of town- much less someone who only met Alt yesterday. He was scanning for any funny business. Was the actor in trouble? Or… was he the trouble itself?

As Alt stalked closer, it suddenly occurred to him that Schneeplestein couldn't hear him. He was deaf. That dog of his wasn’t around either… And with his head hung like that (creepily… Alt had shivers going down his spine) there was no way the teal haired man could read his lips. Alt gulped nervously, realizing he’d have to touch him or get in his line of sight to get the actor to listen to him. If his gut was right- that could spell trouble.

He slips closer and tries to catch Henrik’s eye, “Schneep…?”

The second Alt’s feet come into view, Henrik’s head snaps up and he locks eyes with Alt. They’re bright neon green. Alt quickly stumbles away, almost tripping over his feet to give distance between them. He- He knows those eyes!

“S-Schneep??” Alt squeaks, wondering if he’s hallucinating. This can’t be real right?

But, he can see them- the shine of the near invisible green strings tied around Henrik’s wrists.

Henrik’s voice is hoarse as he addresses the glitch, “Antisepticeye.” He drones, almost robotically, starting to walk towards Alt. Alt hastens to get away, his heart starting to beat wildly.

“The Master demands your presence.”

“y-Yeah well! Tell him he can fuck off!” Alt spits back, clutching his backpack tighter, He desperately looks to see if he can glitch past the actor. If he’s a puppet- he’s gonna be faster and stronger than he looks. And If he glitches upstairs- he’s gonna expose Glitches to that bastard again. He doesn’t want that, ever. “I’m done working for that creep! He can’t control me anymore!”

The teal haired actor seems indifferent as he continues to walk towards Alt. In his hand, he’s clutching a phone- whose screen is bright and glowing with green and blue spirals. When Alt’s gaze wanders over to it, he gets momentarily distracted but he quickly shakes his head and snaps out of it. He’s being cornered by Schneep- his back almost up against the building. He can’t let himself get caught!

“Antisepticeye will comply.” Henrik growls, his other hand reaching into his pocket. He flips out a knife. But, then twirls it in his hand and brings it up to rest against his neck. Alt freezes, heart in his throat.

“If you don't cooperate,” Henrik starts slow- then his eyes flicker more purple than green, a mad light entering his eyes as he grins wolfishly. “Then, I’ll start picking off your new friends one by one.” The knife slips over Henrik’s skin, red blooming on his neck in a thin stripe. “It’d be a shame to lose such a good puppet- but i’ve always wanted to see if i can control a corps-!”

“STOP!” Alt screams, rushing to grab Henrik’s arm before he can hurt himself further. The actor wastes no time, his eyes flashing back to a puppeted state as he shoves his phone in Alt’s face once the glitch is close enough. Alt chokes, his eyes catching the spirals and his mind quickly going foggy. What… was he just doing? No- Henrik-! He needs to-!

Alt hardly feels as Henrik pulls his arm from Alt’s grip and drops the knife, instead going to drive his fingers to press hard against Alt’s temple. His trigger point.

The glitch stiffens and then just as quickly relaxes, all the fight drained out of him as his eyes fall to half mast. Green and blue swirls wildly in his eyes. His knees wobble and as soon as Henrik lets him go he crumbles to the ground, eyes unfocused and staring ahead.

Henrik watches Alt coldly, going to gather his knife before looking back at his phone. Slowly, the spiral fades to display colored static. From the static, words slowly emerge.

“Is he under?”

“Yes, Magnificent.” Henrik answers.

“Excellent work, pet. Bring him home for me, won’t you?”

Henrik nods before mumbling again faithfully. “Yes, Magnificent.” He turns to look back at the downed glitch before coming over and kicking his side.

“Up.” He commands, watching dully as Alt struggles to his feet. “Magnificent wants us back. Now.” Alt breathes heavily for a second before lifting glazed green eyes to the actor. He nods slightly, but then reaches out to grab Henrik’s arm. The air starts to feel electric, tasting of metal as it grows thick with pixels.

“I got it. Hold on.” Alt replies to the other puppet. Then, in a flurry of green and blue glitches, the two dissappear.

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Alt goes flying across the warehouse floor, skipping like a thrown stone on the surface of a lake. He skids to a stop on his face, his cheek bloody and raw. He groans, the green light in his eyes flickering.

Mad laughter echoes off the walls, making the glitch stiffen. Before he could even register it, green strings materialize on his wrists and jerked him off the ground. He was on his feet momentarily before he’s dragged to kneel before the one pulling his strings.

“Oh dear sweet Alt,” Magnificent purrs, going to cup the boy’s jaw in a gentle grip. Alt almost relaxes into it, sighing as his gaze glazes over. Then, Magnificent dug his claws into Alt’s skin and he jerks, a choked exhale leaving his lips. Veins of purple spark from the wounds and Alt shakes with fear. His skin around that area starts to turn gray-

“Not only did you fail to get me that spell book, pet,” The puppetmaster sighed, looking at the boy with a distant distaste, “But, you also got captured.... By a superhero no less. And, not just any superhero… but that idiotic...what was his name again..?”

“B-Bro.. F-Fantastic…” Alt slurs, eyes flickering again.

The sharp grip on Alt increased and he screamed while Magnificent only tutted like he was scolding a child. “Did I permit you to speak, mistake?”

Alt’s eyelids flutter, the pain making it hard for him to think. The corruption from Mag’s claws was close to reaching his eyes, having branched up to his cheeks. He felt weak and his limbs felt numb. Magnificent, however, loosens his grip on Alt and lets him fall heavily to the floor. Alt wheezes harshly, pixels sparking off of him like he was attempting to glitch but had no energy to. The dark magician kicked Alt over before he prowled away.

“You are quite fortunate, Alt,” Magnificent laughed as he slunk like a jungle cat around the other presence in the room, Henrik. He ran a finger down the stoic puppet’s face fondly. “That my little toy here was there… to tell me of your treachery.”

Alt struggled to push himself up, blue flickering in his eyes as he looked back towards Henrik, his new friend. “H-How… how did you…?” Alt whispered, wondering how the hell Henrik got caught in Magnificent's web so quickly. All his time working for the madman, he had never seen the teal haired gentleman.

Magnificent chuckled, then made a ‘come hither’ motion with his finger, the digit lighting up with green purple magic. Alt got swept up in the energy and was brought in front of Mag, where the magician had him stay, caught like a fly in a web.

“Ah yes… you must have assumed you were my only puppet, didn’t you?” Magnificent giggled, petting Alt’s hair like a dog’s. The glitch weakly bared his teeth at him. Mag paid him no heed though and started to walk around Henrik while he talked.

“Henrik here is a very special case, actually! Quite the interesting puppet…” He took the time to push back Henrik’s hair from his ear. “He’s not actually from this time at all.”

“...w-what…?”

Magnificent grinned, leaning on Henrik. “He’s from 1933.”

Alt’s eyes widened, a gasp leaving his lips. Henrik didn’t move or make a reaction, and Magnificent almost beamed at him.

“Oh yes… my little deaf mouse here was an… unexpected mishap from a spell of mine. See, there’s… so much power and magic in the universe, my apprentice. And not only in our universe… but many many others.” Magnfiicent’s eyes glowed with madness and bright energy as he spoke. “One of my goals… is to harness the power of the multiverse. To tap into realms similar to ours but not the same. To find myself in these worlds… and crush them. Drain them for every ounce of magic they are worth.” The madman watched with satisfaction as Alt shuddered. “That way… I will not only be the most powerful in this world… but all the worlds. And no one will be able to stop me.”

“Y-You’re insane…!” Alt gritted out through his teeth. Magnificent shrugged.

“Mm, perhaps i am!” He bore a sharp toothed grin then flared out his cape as he started to circle Henrik again.

“However, in my quest towards entering the multiverse… something went array. And instead of opening a way into a new world, I created a way to pull open the past.” He then laughed and squished Henrik’s cheeks, “And then, this puppet was brought to me! Scared… confused… helpless.”

He turns terrifying pitch black eyes on Alt and grinned crookedly. “I helped him find his way.”

Alt’s eyes were almost clear of Magnificent's influence as he struggled to get out of his magic. “Y-You didn’t help him with shit! You took advantage of him!! Y-You turned him into a mindless plaything, just because you could!”

The madman chuckled, leaning into Alt’s face now. “Mm… you’re right. I did~! And it was so much fun!” He leaned over to pet back Henrik's hair, running claws from his temples to the side of the gentleman’s face. “He was just the perfect canvas… so many triggers to play with… so much delicious conditioning to make him just right~! I had never given so much care to one of my pets before.”

He looked back to Alt and then smiled while his eyes glowed neon. “Until you.”

Alt flinched back and then growled at Magnificent, “Y-You wish, psycho! I won’t become like him!”

Magnificent shook his head before snapping his fingers, letting Alt drop to the floor. Before, Alt could even blink, Mag was there in front of him in a buzz of static, grabbing his hair and yanking his head back.

“Oh Alt… you don’t seem to understand. You… are my masterpiece.” Alt tried to snarl at the magician and thrashed in his grip. But Mag just lashed out and grabbed his chin again, holding him still.

“Henrik isn’t blessed like you or me, Anti…” Magnificent whispers. Alt shivered at him saying his real name. “You have magic in your soul… you’re like me. And I will make you just like me… I will make you strong like me. I will make you crave power… to crush anyone who opposes you under your boot.

After all, isn’t that what i offered you when we first met? In exchange for little Glitches , hm?”

Alt’s eyes sparked blue green, pixels breaking off him as he bristled with anger. “ Yeah yeah- you offered me money. That you made me steal. And you offered me ‘power’ and help with my glitching. But, you didn’t give me shit! You just control me!”

Magnificent feigned a hurt look, clutching at his chest. “Alt- don’t you see? That’s how I help you see your true potential. Overwise, you would hold yourself back~”

Alt snorts and looks away. But, Mag forces his head to look back his way, magic swirling in his eyes. Alt yelps and closes his eyes tight- not wanting to fall under his spell. Magnificent clicks his tongue quietly. “I see… you’re afraid.”

This gets Alt to react, opening back up his eyes to glare at the magician as he snarls, “I’m not scared!” But, this gets Mag what he wants as he drags Alt towards him and locks eyes with him, freezing the glitch in place.

“Why do you fear power now, Alt?”

“T-That’s not-”

‘Hm? Isn't refusing my gifts a sign of you being afraid? Of all I can offer you? Of finally being strong? Does that scare you, Anti?”

“N-No-! Well… i…”

Magnificent sighs, “I can mold you into something so beautiful, kitty.” He reaches up his claws to dig into the glitch’s skull. Alt’s eyes flare purple as images flash in both their heads.

“You spent so much of your life afraid. Of wanting to show you were strong. Better than your brother. Better than the failure you believed you were. You wanted to show those thugs that kidnapped you- those boys that bullied you and called you a freak. You wanted strength- and that comes from power.” He hummed and traced the lines of corruption he left on the glitch’s face. He dug nails back into where they were before as his eyes filled with purple light.

“Why don’t I give you a proper taste, Anti? Of the power that could be yours…” Magnificent’s hands lit up with purple fire as he pushed his magic into Alt. Alt stiffened and screamed, trying to pull away. Until his eyes flashed and started to fill with purple too. The veins from earlier started to glow bright and then all his veins across his body lit up with the magic. Alt choked, feeling hot- feeling an overwhelming pressure wash over him. But- it felt… amazing. His mouth fell open, jaw slack, limbs loose, as the magic raced through him. He felt every fear he had, every doubt tossed from his mind. He felt his own powers stronger than ever before. Purple and black glitches and pixels started shaking the air around the two of them as the power settled in. After a while, a dazed smile crossed Alt’s face and he laughed. But, that’s when Magnificent let go, watching the boy crumple to the ground. Alt blinked, his eyes going back to normal, but now a haze of purple sparked in his irises. Any damage done from the magic before had faded, leaving his face clear. Alt lifted up his hands to look at them, seeing the faint flicker of purple mix with the green magic in his veins. Green lightning started to zip around him in the air. Alt could feel it now- magic that was dormant in his veins brought forth. He held out his hand to snap, and green lightning shot across the warehouse. Alt let out a laugh of disbelief, his form starting to break up now with purple and green glitches. He looked down to see this, slowly starting to grin. He started to glitch with new speed around the warehouse, yelling and whooping as he bounced back and forth. You could hardly even see him, save for the odd smears of blue, green, or purple.

He finally stopped back a ways from Magnificent, staring at him with wide eyes. He could escape now- he could run. But...

“...why…?” Alt breathed. “Why… me…?”

Magnificent chuckled and strode over to the glitch. And, although Alt stiffened, he didn’t move away, letting the magician come to him. Magnificent bent down in front of Alt and smiled. “I see myself in you, Anti. We both have been cheated by this world, forced to hide because of our gifts.” He placed a gentle hand on Alt’s cheek. All while building up an aura of influence around them, buzzing with static, entering into Alt through Mag’s hand. His eyes started to swirl with blue and green. But, Alt didn’t look away this time.

“You have power now, Alt. I can give you everything you need to make sure the world never slights you again. You could live like a king. Never hungry. Never hiding. But… you need to trust me… you need to let it all go. Your hangups- your reservations. That moral sense of right and wrong. You can rewrite the world, Alt. You can make it what you want it to be.” He straightened up and let Alt go, watching with a pleased expression as the glitch seemed to lean forward, following his hand. His eyes were wide, swirls of color reflecting the dark magician’s influence. But, he didn’t look away or attempt to fight it now. Magnificent had him where he wanted him yet again.

“Now… apprentice. Tell me that’s what you want.”

Alt is silent, caught in the magic. But, slowly the words are sinking in. He could fight it sure- but… why would he want to? He was tired… he was tired of slinking around in the shadows. He was sick of being hungry and scared. Tired of his own power being so… small. Insignificant. Useless. If he let go… he would never have to do that again. He could be truly free.

A twisted grin started to spread on the glitch’s face as his eyes became rimmed with purple, the irises filled with toxic green light. “Yes, Magnificent. I want that. I… I want power… I want to be strong!”

Magnificent grinned. “Then you understand now why I tested you this way? When I feel like you are ready… then you can further taste the powers i possess. But, you are not ready yet, pet. You need much more conditioning… training.”

Alt’s expression hardens, and he kneels on the floor in front of Magnificent like a knight before his king. “What must I do, Magnificent? To show you my worth.”

The dark magician hummed with a playful smile, before it fell. “You betrayed me, Anti. You fell and let those heroes twist your thoughts. They turned me into the enemy.”

Alt bowed his head in shame, “... i-i’m sorry Master…”

“If you want to prove to me your loyalty, kitten,” Magnificent purrs. “Then, you know your targets. You and Henrik will get those fools who dared to lead you astray, and teach them a lesson about stealing my puppets from me.”

The glitch buzzed with colorful pixels, his smile turning manic. “Of course, Magnificent.”

Magnificent’s eyes glowed with pleasure and pride at the look on his apprentice’s face.

“Oh, but don’t kill them, my pets.” He instructed, beckoning over his panthers that looped around his feet. Alt glitched to be by Henrik as Mag turned to look at them one more time, his eyes turning to black pits. “Just make them wish you would.”

Alt grinned and Henrik nodded, before Alt glitched both of them away.

[theninjamouse]

Title: Wisdom

Summery: It’s time for that dreaded procedure. 

(Hi, this is a silly little thing that I’ve wanted to write for ages and last night I stayed up way too late finally writing it. I’ll put it up on ao3 as well but for now, have this)

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There comes a time in many people’s lives when they must face against a truth. A truth that cannot be avoided, nor ignored in the intensity of its pain. You had hoped against hope that perhaps, you would be spared this fate but alas!

Your time has come.

~~~~~~

Grillby stares at you, blinking slowly. “They’re going to…what?”

You sigh. “I just explained it through dramatic monologue!”

“Give me a summery.”

Pouting, you monotone, “My wisdom teeth have grown in and it’s making all the rest of my teeth shift and it really hurts so they’re going to knock me out and remove them.”

Your explanation has not eased Grillby’s perplexion at all. “But…why would you grow them in at all just to have them removed?”

You shrug helplessly. “I didn’t choose to grow them in! It’s just a thing human mouths do sometimes!”

“Why?”

“Why does the human body work at all? It’s a mystery, honestly.”

Grillby scrubs at his face. “Okay so…afterwards?”

“Afterwards I’m going to be extremely out of it. The medicine they give you is uh. Well, it depends on the person but usually it makes you really loopy. There’s tons of videos online, I’ll have to show you some.”

“Will you be okay?”

Aw and there he is. The soft and caring boyfriend that you love so much. “Yeah, I’m gonna be fine,” you assure him, taking his hand and squeezing it gently. “I uh, I feel awkward asking but, I’m gonna need a few days to recover and I’d feel better if I was at your place. Please?”

A few sparks lift from his head, the equivalent of silent laughter. “You know that you don’t even need to ask.”

Sheepishly, you look down at your feet. He’s right but anxiety is still twisting at your gut. Whenever you got sick growing up, you didn’t exactly receive a lot of loving care, even though a part of you longed for it. The first time you came down with a cold, Grillby’s constant and gentle attention was almost too much for you and you had hidden under the covers and cried the moment he left the room.

This isn’t quite the same as getting sick but you’re still a little concerned about how you’re going to act after the procedure. But you’re going to need help, that much you’re sure of and there’s no one you trust more than him. “Just a warning, I really have no idea how I’m going to act after the surgery. I had a friend in high school that bit her mom when she tried to change the gauze.”

“Gauze?”

“Oh, it’s a sort of cotton sponge. To soak up the excess blood.”

He pales to green at that. But he quickly shakes his head. “I’ll be fine, it’s not like you could hurt me if you bit me.”

“Don’t I know it.”

He makes a noise in the back of his throat, blushing. “Anyway, I’m more than happy to take care of you.”

That stupid, choking emotion is already grabbing hold of you, so you hug him tightly, pressing your face into his chest. “Just warning you, I take no responsibility for my post-surgery actions.”

He scoffs quietly. “I think I can handle whatever you throw at me.”

~~~~

The surgery center is bustling with activity. You rub anxiously at your thumb, the soothing motion doing very little to calm your building nerves. Grillby puts a hand on your knee. “It’s going to be okay,” he murmurs. The assurance is a little less effective thanks to the anxious green and white flashing across his face.

“GRILLBY IS RIGHT HUMAN!” Papyrus’ voice booms over the hushed murmuring of the waiting room. Every head turns towards him and he waves his hands enthusiastically. “THOUGH I MUST ADMIT, IT SEEMS A HUGE OVERSIGHT IN THE HUMAN DESIGN FOR THESE ‘WISDOM TEETH’ TO CAUSE SUCH A COMMON PROBLEM!”

Grillby, for all of his support, only has his rarely used motorcycle sitting in the skeleton brother’s garage. Seeing as how you wouldn’t be in any shape to drive after the surgery, you had reached out to those with licenses and cars for a lift. Papyrus had responded so eagerly and loudly that you simply couldn’t turn him down. He did have a sweet car after all.

In the seat next to him, Sans scuffs his foot against the worn linoleum. He looks far more uncomfortable than Papyrus, but he had insisted on coming along. At first, you had been touched that he cared enough to help out.

Then he had pulled a camcorder out of his pocket.

He turns it on you now, little red light blinking. “any final words before enlightenment?”

You fix the camera with a stare. “If I don’t come out of there, I want my full tab transferred to Sans.”

“GRILLBY! YOUR GIRLFRIEND HAS A TAB?” Papyrus tuts loudly and Grillby sighs.

A nurse steps out from the door leading into the back of the facility. She calls your name and your heart leaps into your throat. You scramble to grab Grillby’s hand and give it a final squeeze as you stand and hand off your bag. “Well, see you on the other side I guess?”

Grillby nods, still rather pale.

“GOOD LUCK HUMAN! YOU’RE GOING TO BE FINE!”

“that’s the tooth.”

“UGH!”

You follow the nurse back into a room that smells strongly of disinfectant and climb into the chair. You’re gonna be fine, you’re gonna be just fine, it’s a common surgery, nothing’s going to-

The nurse, smiling gently, sticks the needle attached to an IV in your arm and tears immediately start pouring down your face.

You! Hate! Needles!

It’s a few minutes later when the doctor comes in to find you still sniffling. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

You try to smile, blubbering out, “I j-just don’t l-like needles is all, I’m f-fine!”

He smiles gently and gives your shoulder a pat. “You don’t need to worry, everything-”

His voice suddenly warps and fades away as his hand suddenly shifts to a gentle push. Without being really aware of falling, you suddenly find yourself floating along a river. It’s cool and pleasant to the touch. When you look at it, it shimmers like gold and you realize that it’s not water at all but golden coins carrying you along and oh, this is actually kind of nice! The river rocks you with a gentle motion and you could almost fall asleep, cradled in the gentle hold of gold which actually, that’s a little strange now that you think about it but oh, thinking is hard right now and everything just feels so warm and nice…

“…op rocking okay?”

You blink blearily. The river of gold is gone but the rocking continues. It’s nice. Everything is so nice!

“Shore, you have to stop rocking, okay? You’re going to make yourself dizzy.”

You’re already dizzy! You’re gonna keep rocking cause it feels nice!

There’s a blurred figure in front of you, holding a patch of white. “Here, wipe your eyes,” the garbled voice continues.

Oh! You’re crying still! Huh, that’s weird! You reach for what you assume is a tissue and miss. The figure takes your hand and places the tissue in your palm and the tears rush out even faster. “Fank you, fat’s so nice!”

“You’re welcome Shore.”

You lift the tissue to your face and miss your eyes, dabbing your mouth instead.

You’re not sure how long you sit there, watching the blurred shapes of people moving back and forth. It’s nice to just sit and rock. Eventually though, another lady-oh she’s so pretty, that’s so nice!- approaches you with a wheelchair and helps you ease into it.

You’re wheeled down a hallway and you wave at the blurry figures passing by. What nice people, taking care of you like this!

You hear a whoosh of automatic doors opening. The cool air of the surgery center gives way to sunny warmth. You turn your face to it, smiling blissfully.

The nurse brings you to a stop. “Okay Shore, here’s your ride,” she says in a bright and cheerful voice.

You look forward, delightfully surprised to see Grillby, Sans and Papyrus standing there. Oh that’s right, they’re here to take you home! You point, “Look, thaaaaaat’s my boyfriend!” you crow proudly.

“Oh wow, that’s awesome!” the nurse answers. She helps you to stand and fortunately keeps her hand on you because your legs don’t bother buckling; they simply refuse to work, and you nearly slide to the ground before she catches you.

“uh…doc is she actually ok to leave?”

“Oh yes, she’s fine, here you are.” The nurse hauls you up and pushes you forward into Grillby’s arms. He’s so warm! This is so nice!

You snuggle into the warmth, humming happily.

“…ore? ….kay?”

“PERHAPS WE…CAR…MEDICINE!”

Their voices dip in and out but you’re too concerned with keeping your face pressed against Grillby’s chest to really listen because good heck he smells amazing.

You blink again as Grillby very gently pries you off him and guides you into the car. The moment you sit down, a wave of exhaustion takes over and you close your eyes, thumping your head back against the headrest. If the Earth would stop swirling that would be wonderful.

Your head rolls loosely when you feel the warmth of Grillby’s body next to yours. Your eyes feel like they’ve got sandbags attached to them, but you slowly peel them open.

Oh no, he looks so concerned! He’s pale green, very gently cupping your cheek with his hand. Smiling as best as you can with your mouth currently crammed with fluffy clouds, you reach for his cheek, miss, and bap him in the center of his face.

“I’m okay!” Your voice sounds funny, all stuffed up and slurring. “Don’t…don’t cry, okay?”

“I’m not crying.”

“Don’t cry.”

“I won’t.”

“you’re the one who’s crying, tibia honest.”

You pull your gaze away from Grillby to Sans. He’s in the front passenger seat, mostly turned around to look back at you. He’s got that camcorder going. “Why didnja use your phone? It has a…a, a camera y’know.”

“i do know but let’s not talk about me. how’re ya feeling?”

“Good!” you slur brightly. And it’s the truth! You’re still feeling super floaty and stuff. It’s nice. “This stuff’s like maaaaagic.”

“magic huh?”

“Mmmyup! Am I still crying?”

“YES, IT’S ACTUALLY QUITE DISGUSTING,” Papyrus chimes in from the driver’s seat.

Disgusting?! You’re disgusting!?

“aw paps, you made her cry again.”

Papyrus looks back at you through the rearview mirror. “I’M SORRY SHORE! IT’S A HUMAN THING, NOT A ‘YOU’ THING!”

That’s…that’s fair. “Yanno what’s…what’s gross they, they puta thing in my nose and like, I was crying, and stuff and the snot got all caught in the tubes. It was groooss.”

Sans has a hand over his mouth and his shoulders are quivering a little. “oh my god this is amazing.”

“S’not amazing…” Hey, you made a pun. “Heh, snot.”  You giggle and choke a little.

“you ok?”

You hum, leaning on Grillby’s arm. “I’m…good. Where’re we going?”

“THE DOCTOR TOLD US TO GET YOU A MILKSHAKE WHEN WE GET YOUR MEDICINE! IT’LL HELP YOUR CHEEKS TO NOT BE SO PUFFED UP.”

Oh right. Yeah, that’s the usual thing to do after stuff like this. Right? “I gotta stay on liquids and stuff. ‘Member that!” You poke Grillby. “No chewing stuff. Cause like, I’m all…” You pat your swollen cheeks lightly. “Nuh uh.”

You can hear Sans doing his best to muffle his cackling.

Looking back up at Grillby, you say, “You got the good stuff right? Lotta…lotta um….”

Grillby runs his hand over your head. “Soups and ice cream and jello.”

“What about pudding?”

He frowns. “You told me you don’t like pudding.”

“Oh yeah! I don’t really like pudding. Well, the chocolate stuff’s okay. But not banana. It’s gross.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

You nod, contented. “And…where are we going?”

“To get your medicine and the milkshake.”

“Oh yeah.” You smack your lips together a few times. They’re starting to buzz and tingle. “There’s bees in my mouth.”

That draws a huge bark of laughter from Sans. “bees?”

“Mmmhmm.” The tingling brings with it the feeling of bubbles. You’re not leaking blood, are you? You don’t want to make a mess. “They’re making it bubble. Am I bubbling?” You open your mouth as wide as you can at Grillby, leaning in close.

Somehow, he pales even further. You hear a soft thunk as his head hits the window.

“uh…paps i think grillby just passed out.”

“HE WHAT?”

Sans leans into the back a little bit more. “hey bud, lemme see your mouth.”

You oblige him, opening up. “Is there blood? Am I bubbling?”

He makes a face. “yeah, that’s uh…that’s getting kinda nasty. Maybe you shouldn’t talk so much?”

Your lip quivers a little, more tears spilling down. “’m sorry.”

“ah, no, it’s fine, don’t cry uh…here.” He fishes in his pocket and pulls out a rumpled napkin. “it’s clean so uh, maybe wipe up a little before grillbz wakes up?”

You take the napkin. “Sans you’re so n-nice and Paps you are too. You guys are the best.” You dab at your lip, or what you hope is your lip and look to Grillby. His eyes are shut. “Is he taking a nap?”

Sans snorts. “something like that.”

You poke Grillby. You wanna ask him…something. You can’t remember what actually. Maybe what he needs is a kiss to wake him up, like Snow White. You try to lean over to him, but the seatbelt stops you. You fumble with it, whining quietly. Since you can’t seem to figure it out, you settle for kissing your finger and pressing it against his cheek.

He stirs. It worked! “I’m Prince Freaking Charming,” you say proudly to San’s camera.

“yeah ya are.”

Grillby sits up, looking so utterly confused that you start snorting, which makes you choke and sputter on the bubbling sensation in your mouth. “You don’t like the sighta blood huh?”

“No, I really don’t,” he says faintly.

“Walking Dead eat your heart out!” you crow, sticking your bloody tongue out.

Grillby groans loudly and hunches over, head in his hands. “Please don’t do that.”

“You big baby. When we get to…” You look back to Sans. “Where’re we going?”

“to get a milkshake.”

“Yeah! When we, we get to the milkshake, you can get one too to make you feel better.” You pat his back.

“Thanks.”

“You’re sooooo welcome!” You lean on his back, head resting on his shoulder. “I love ya so much. So, so much.”

He tinges blue and takes your hand. “I love you too.”

“Am I a good person?”

“One of the best.”

You giggle quietly, eyes slipping shut. Maybe it’s time to take a little nap before you get to…wherever it is that you’re going. “You’re a good person too,” you murmur. He says something in return but you don’t catch it, already slipping away into unconscious bliss.

~~~~~~

It takes you many hours and several naps to completely come out of the haze of post-surgery. Most of that time is just a blur, though you do recall Grillby nearly passing out again when he helped to change the bloody gauze out of your mouth. Papyrus had stepped in, loudly tutting and complaining about how Grillby should have a stronger stomach given how much greasy food he works around.

When you finally wake up for good, that wonderfully light feeling is gone, replaced by an awful heaviness that makes it hard to even form a coherent thought, let alone move. You’re on Grillby’s bed, propped up by many pillows and blankets. Grillby himself is just visible through the open doorway. At your low groan, he quickly puts down whatever he was doing and comes to your side.

“Hey,” he says gently, taking your hand. “How are you feeling?”

You blink slowly and blearily. “Like I got hit by a train. How do I look?”

“Like you got hit by a train,” he says, grinning weakly.

“…Did you pass out in the car or did I imagine that?”

He ignores that, which you take to mean that yes, yes that did happen, and instead says, “Do you feel up to some broth?”

“Not really but sure,” you breathe.

He pats your hand and leaves, returning shortly with a bowl of broth. “It’s not hot,” he says apologetically. “But it shouldn’t hurt this way.”

“Mkay.” You reach up to pull out the gauze and he blanches again. “Wow, big strong elemental really is a baby when it comes to blood.”

“Only when it’s yours.”

Oh, now that’s just sickeningly sweet. “Well good news is I think it’s stopped.”

“Thank the stars.” He takes a seat on the bed and spoons out some broth. Carefully, he spoon feeds you. Normally such a thing would have you red with embarrassment, but at the moment you’re honestly too weak to really care. He’s patient and gentle, never pushing you. He’s…he’s so nice and good to you and-!

You sniffle. He flashes pale, pulling the spoon back. “What’s wrong? Are you in pain?”

You shake your head, blinking out tears. “You’re just so nice to me and I don’t feel like I deserve it.”

“Oh, hey, hey it’s okay.” He sets the bowl down on the table and climbs into the bed next to you, very carefully pulling you into his arms. “Of course you deserve it.”

You lean against him, letting the gentle warmth of his soak into your aching body. “No, I don’t.”

“You do. And I’m going to keep being nice to you, even if you don’t think you deserve it.”

“Cause you love me?”

He smiles and presses a kiss to the top of your head. “Because I love you.”

“Even with the blood and big old chipmunk cheeks?”

“Especially with the chipmunk cheeks.”

You chuckle quietly, closing your eyes and letting yourself bask in the security of Grillby’s embrace.

[ithinkilikeit-reactions]

B.A.P “You’re pregnant with your first child”

Ask:  Can I request a BAP reaction to you being pregnant with your first child?

Yongguk: 

“Guk, baby. Do you have a minute?” You asked, sitting down next to him on the couch. He put his laptop down, editing could wait, your tone sounded serious afterall. Yongguk smiled at you softly. “What’s up baby?”  He asked and looked at you. You were terrified, not for Yongguk’s reaction but at the fact that you were going to be a parent. “Guk, I’m pregnant.” You said and watched his face contort into a smile. He felt himself well up and cupped your face, kissing you softly. 

“You’re not worried?” You asked and pressed your forehead to his. “No, I’m not worried. I’m happy.” He said, stroking your and moving it down to your tummy. 

“We are going to be great parents. I am going to spoil the Hell out of that baby and you.”  

Himchan:

(I got carried away, sorry)

You sat on his lap, fingers playing with the hair on the back of his neck as you laughed with friends. Himchan hooked his hand under your knees and adjusted you on his lap. “Here’s your drink Himchan, Y/N you want a glass of wine?” One of his friends asked after handing Himchan his beer. You looked at your hands, you knew if you passed up the wine it would be obvious, wine was one of the reasons you were pregnant after all. “No thank you.” You said and smiled softly. Himchan looked at you confused, taking your hand in his. 

“Something wrong?” Himchan asked you quietly so that no one else could hear. “We need to talk, but not here. I’ll give you a hint though.” You said with a confident smile, knowing he would be happy. You moved his hand to your tummy and he got the hint immediately. His gasp was loud and his expression was priceless. 

“You’re pregnant? I’m going to be a dad? I’m going to be a dad.” 

Daehyun:

Your emotions were at an all time high, all the time and you couldn’t figure out why. You and Daehyun had just ended it, your mood swings being the reason why. Nearly a week after, you took a pregnancy test and well, it was very positive. Not knowing what to do, you panicked and sent him a simple text. “We need to talk, I’m pregnant.” About an hour afterwards, an out of breath Daehyun was at your door looking terrified. “You’re pregnant and you send me A TEXT.” He nearly yelled and you welled up. You were scared. 

Daehyun noticed the tears and shook his head. “I’m sorry. We’ll figure this out.” He hugged you and you sobbed into his chest slightly. 

“I’m not leaving you alone through this, I’m going to be a father afterall.” 

Youngjae:

You stood at the kitchen counter, chopping onions and you hummed a little tune. The smell was oddly pleasing considering most scents made you nauseous. You felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist and light kisses being laced over your neck and shoulders. “What’s for dinner?” He asked, looking down at the onions. “Something that doesn’t make me nauseous.” You muttered under your breath and Youngjae looked at you worried. “Why are you nauseous?” He asked and you turned to him. You had to tell him. “Youngjae, I’m pregnant.” You said and he started laughing, you didn’t think it was that funny. 

“You’re serious?” Youngjae asked, his laughter dying down. You nodded and his expression changed into a sincere smile. He felt a tear roll down his cheek and then he started breaking down more. 

“I’m going to be a dad? These onions are really strong, that’s why I’m crying.” 

Jongup:

You had jumped out of bed, quick and in a hurry. You were sick to your stomach and it was only 8 a.m. Hunched over the toilet, you threw up and shuddered. Jongup’s comforting hand was on your back and he rubbed gently, before grabbing your hair and holding it out of the way. “Let it all out baby.” He said and sat down by you, for comfort. When you finished you sat with your back against the wall, looking at him. “Where did that come from?” He asked and you looked down at the floor, feeling embarrassed. 

“I’ve been meaning to tell you something.” You said and paused. Was he ready for this? “I’m pregnant.” You told him, not looking him in the eyes. “Really?” He asked, tilting your chin to look at him. 

“This is amazing, a little earlier than planned, but amazing. You’re going to be an amazing parent.” 

Zelo/Junhong:

You were so scared. You and Junhong were both still so young, whole life ahead of you. What if he didn’t want to have a kid? These were the things you were contemplating as you sat on your bed, staring at the very positive pregnancy test and crying. Junhong walked into your bedroom, worry written on his face. “Baby, is everything okay?” He asked and you shrieked in surprise, your tears getting worse. You didn’t answer and he took the test out of your hand. 

Your tears were quickly wiped away by his hand and he looked at you with a broad smile. Quickly he kissed you, tossing the pregnancy test to the other side of the room. 

“We’re going to make this work and we are going to be great parents. Our age doesn’t matter.” 

[pandatypewriter]

So dumb, so precious: Daehyun (Le Noir AU)

OMG THIS IS SO LATE! I AM SO SOOOOORRRRYYYYYYY!!! I am so behind in everything like UHG. Behind in school, behind in fees, behind in life, dear God someone help me TT_TT I’m so sorry this took so long. Finals week just came and slapped me across the face, but I am still deeply sorry patient Nonnie! Anyways on a happy not I just wanna give a shout out to a friend of mine lets_love_bap instagram account. If you love BAP and funny/cute things be sure to check her instagram out. Anyways I have to give my soul back to studying so peace! Sorry Nonnie that this wasn’t exactly what you wanted! I hope you forgive me for being a pervert.....

I really love your writings! + you're the only one with requests open sob (which I'm really grateful for btw♡). Anyways, another Daehyun request for you! In which he gets into a fist fight because he defended y/n and tries to hide it from her (she wasn't present) but she still finds out from whom you want. A little angsty + fluff(?) Thank you!♡

WARNING: SLIGHT SEXY CONTENT

“Aiiish!” Daehyun let out a hiss as Youngjae dabbed his cut knuckles with a cotton balls soaked in isopropyl alcohol. “Can’t you do it gently?” Daehyun whined, attempting to reel his hand back from Youngjae’s iron grip.

“You’re lucky I’m doing this for you in the first place,” Youngjae sneered, tossing the cotton ball in the trash and grabbing some gauze. “Who told you to be an idiot and get into a fist fight? Huh?” Youngjae’s eyes went wide in a mocking manner before rolling his eyes.

“It wasn’t my fault those assholes were-”

“Hi boys,” Youngjae and Daehyun nearly jumped from their seat as you leaned on the couch, a small chuckle escaping your lips at their startled reaction. “What do guys got there?”

“I-It’s nothing!” Daehyun awkwardly chuckled, hiding his injured hand behind his back. He didn’t want you to find out that he got into a fight with some guys at a club. It wasn’t like you would be mad….persay. But worried. Definitely worried.You would scold him, just as Youngjae did, and then the hurt and worry would settle in your eyes. That was the last thing he ever wanted to see in his life.

You cocked an eyebrow, suspicious of his reaction, then eyed Youngjae who immediately diverted his eye contact with you. “Right~.” You let a chuckle before going around to the other side of the couch.

“So what brings you here? You usually don’t come over to HQ?” Youngjae raised an eyebrow at your sudden surprise visit. The location of BAP’s HQ was under high secrecy with only the members and you knowing its exact whereabouts. You didn’t often visit, not wanting to draw attention to the secret headquarters masquerading as a rundown car repair shop. The boys usually visited you at Le Noir anyways.

“Nothing special. Just got this and I thought about you guys.” You smirked.

“I’m really hoping you’re referring to something either lacy, leathery, or easily tearable.” Daehyun flashed you a sly cocky grin, leaning in closer and placing a sweet kiss on your cheek.

“Why would I need any of those when I can just wear nothing at all. Saves an awful lot of money.” A coy smirk lacing your lips. Dear God, how Daehyun wished to just pounce on you right now and ravish your body. His lips marking every part of your body, your voice screaming his name, your body trembling under his-

“Can y’all just get a room?” Youngjae sneered, rolling his eyes and getting up from the couch.

“Aww do you feel left out, Youngjae?” You cocked an eyebrow, wanting to tease the boy. “Do you want me to comfort you?”

“NO!” The two of them said in unision, Youngjae’s face a crimson red while Daehyun’s eyebrows were furrowed. You couldn’t help but burst out in laughter at their reaction. It was always so interesting to push their buttons.

“So what brings you here, princess?” Daehyun placed his arm around your shoulder as you pulled out the package you wanted to give them. Both Daehyun’s and Youngjae’s eyes went wide with joy as the pristine white cake box was placed on top of the table. They never felt so happy in their life….well except when they first met you of course.

“One of my girls grandmothers baked this for me, but I’m not a big fan of sweets so-” Before you could even unveil the homemade strawberry cheesecake from the box, Daehyun had already pulled you into a tight embrace.

“You are the best, princess!” He cheered.

“Ah-ah!” You removed yourself from his embrace, snatching the cake away along the way. “What have I said about calling me princess?” Daehyun stared at you with puppy eyes at your refusal to feed him cake. “Here Youngjae.” You flashed your professional smile as you handed Youngjae a slice.

“Hey, I thought you and I were together. Not you and Youngjae.” Daehyun playfully glared, but not daring to reach out for the cheesecake, revealing his injury.

“Who knows. Youngjae is a very attractive.” You teased, watching as Daehyun’s plump lips formed into a pout.

“I knew you had good taste, Fortuna,” Youngjae smirked, but then his cocky grin transformed into childlike glee as he had a bite of the cake. “If you ever get tired of this guy’s shenanigans, give me a call.”

“Will do,” You smiled, Daehyun shooting Youngjae a glare as he scooted closer to you. “But I think I can handle him pretty well.” You placed your head on Daehyun’s shoulder, soothing the boy’s seething jealousy.

“Suit yourself,” Youngjae shrugged, too enraptured in the cheesecake to shoot a sassy remark….at least in that second. “Just make sure he doesn’t get into anymore fist fights at clubs. I’m tired of being his nurse.” Youngjae sighed then suddenly froze, realizing the words that spilled out of his mouth.

Daehyun stared at his best friend wide eyed. He wanted to kill him. Youngjae had literally one job. Not to tell you about his fight. And what did he just do? Tell you about his fight. Daehyun slowly turned his head to see your expression, hoping that you weren’t mad. Or worse disappointed.

You looked at Youngjae, stunned at his words. It wasn’t that you expected Daehyun to be a sweet little angel and not get a little violent. He was a gangster. You owned a bar for gangsters and mobsters. The last thing you expected was for him to be ‘innocent.’ No, what made you disappointed was that the last time Daehyun had a fist fight at a bar was when he was drunk off his ass and going through an emotional crisis. At the time he looked so broken. So lifeless. A hollow shell of the confident, playful, yet loving person he was. You thought he had moved on, but perhaps he hadn’t. If so, then he should have told you, not go vent his pain through alcohol and reckless fights.

“Uh you know what, I’m just gonna go…” Youngjae dashed out of the room before Daehyun decided to murder him.

Daehyun let out a small growl, mumbling curses at Youngjae. He then turned at you and grabbed your hands with pleading eyes. “Y/N….”

You let out a sigh, your eyebrows furrowed. “Why didn’t you tell me?” You set the cheesecake down. “Is that why you got these?” You turned Daehyun’s hands around to reveal the bruised and cut knuckles. You let out another sigh, massaging the bridge of your nose. Honestly you were hurt and upset. But the two of you were adults there was no need to throw a hissy fit, though you so desperately wanted to. “Daehyun, if you were upset about something why didn’t talk to someone? Even if you couldn’t talked to me or something, you could have talked to Youngjae or Himchan.”

“N-No it’s not what you’re thinking!” He quickly gripped your shoulders. He knew exactly what you were talking about. The time where he felt his whole world was crashing before him. When he felt hopeless, lost, and all he could do was self-destruct. He knew the damage he was causing for the team and to you. He thought that the only way he could get out of this conundrum was to remain broken, but you wouldn’t allow it. You forced the pieces back in place no matter how much he tried to push you away.

“Then what Daehyun?” You looked up at him and he could feel his heart shatter. There were no tears in your eyes, no frown on your face. Just a look of confusion, hurt, and disappointment that seem to stab him deeper than any knife wound he received.

“It was just….” He let a groan and scratched his head rapidly. “Some young punks were talking some crap about you and I just kinda lost my temper.” He let out a sigh, feeling like he was some immature kid. You were so mature, so put together that he felt like you needed to be with a man who had his shit together. Not him. Not some emotional driven nut.

“What?” You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

“I was just walking by one of the clubs and hearing some punks saying some pretty….explicit things about you,” Daehyun could feel the anger rise as he clenched his fist, remembering the dirty words that were spewing out of their mouth. “The hell I’d let them talk about you like some cheap who-Aish!” Daehyun’s went wide, his hand gripping his cheek where you pinched him.

“You’re so dumb,” You sighed, shaking your head back and forth. “But so precious,” You cupped Daehyun’s cheeks and pulled him into a kiss. His plump lips against yours moving with yours in perfect sync, his gentle hands roaming your body.  You separated from the boy for a moment, causing a small whine to escape his lips. “Next time you think about getting into a fight because of me. Don’t.”

“And let them say those things about you? Now then what kind of gentleman would I be?” A smirk pasted itself on his lips as you scoffed.

“Let them talk,” You shot his sly smirk in return, gently pushing him down on the couch so you could straddle his waist. Daehyunnie was liking where this was going. Him and Daehyun junior. “After all,” You gently grabbed his injured hand, softly grazing your lips against his knuckles and flicking your tongue against the cuts. Daehyun could feel his heart racing, his pants tightening. If you kept teasing him like this he was going to make sure you wouldn’t be able to walk for at least 4 months. “You’re the only one that is going to experience it,” You took his hands and led them down your curves till they reached your bum. “So, tell me exactly what they were saying?”

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On January 30th, 1973, only six months after the break-in at the Democratic National Committee headquarters in the Watergate office complex, five men were tried and convicted of conspiracy, burglary and violation of federal wiretapping laws. That, of course, was not the end of the matter, as the trail lead directly to President Nixon himself. That same January, veteran soul and R&B singer Roy C. Hammond released a politically charged 45 called “Impeach The President,” a rock-solid drum workout with a funky guitar riff that perfectly captured the zeitgeist. He might have seen the writing on the wall for Nixon, but little did he know that the first four bars of the song were destined to become an iconic hip-hop drum loop, sampled in over 696 songs.

The slew of ’80s and ’90s hits built upon “Impeach” reads like a list of rap classics – MC Shan’s “The Bridge,” Audio Two’s “Top Billin’,” “Jump” by Kriss Kross, “The Rebirth of Slick (Cool Like That)” by Digable Planets, “I Get Around” by 2Pac and “Unbelievable” by Biggie Smalls, to name just a few. Even dance and pop acts from Soul II Soul to Janet Jackson have utilized that song’s boom-bap, and you know a beat is special when master lyricists like Chuck D. (“Rebel Without A Pause”) and GZA (“As High as Wu Tang Get”) reference it in their rhymes. The making of “Impeach The President” and its enduring influence not only illuminates an important chapter of hip-hop history, but it also provides yet another familiar tale in the perpetual struggle of artists to get fairly compensated for their work.

Known for such hits as “Shotgun Wedding” (Blackhawk Records, 1965) and “Don’t Blame The Man” (Mercury, 1973), Hammond cut “Impeach The President” with a bunch of all–black high school musicians from Jamaica, Queens whom he dubbed The Honey Drippers. He doesn’t even remember the drummer’s name now, but says, “I had to spend many hours with him after school, but he turned out to be pretty good.” Recorded at Broadway Recording Studios in Manhattan – in the same building that currently houses the Ed Sullivan Theater – “Impeach The President” was too controversial for Mercury, to which Hammond was signed at the time, so he released it on his own imprint, Alaga Records. Without the promotional power of a major behind it, it went on to sell only a few thousand copies and was relegated to the stacks of obscure funk 45s.

Flash forward to the T-Connection, a popular hip-hop club on Gunhill Road in the North Bronx. In 1980, Aaron Fuchs, the founder of hip-hop label Tuff City Records and one of the early journalists to write about hip-hop, was the guest of Bronx DJ Afrika Bambaataa. “When you see a guy coming to a gig with a little laptop and you remember what it was like to see Bambaataa and his posse come to a gig with four or five guys carrying crates of records behind him, it was very tribal, man, a whole ’nother experience – very post-gang,” says Fuchs, now 69. “He [Bam] showed me the extraordinary respect of letting me see his records,” he continues, and “even with certain stuff scratched out, I knew enough about music and its history to fill in the blanks.” Among a record collection that Fuchs calls,“the most expansive panoply of the musics that nurtured hip-hop,” he identified a 45 of “Impeach The President,” with Alaga Records’ trademark red and yellow label.

“‘Impeach’ was cultish,” says Fuchs, “It kind of separated record purchasers from crate-diggers.” Always trawling through the lists of distributors’ cutouts, he managed to score a 50-count box of “Impeach The President” for the bargain price of 25 cents a copy. “What I did was, if I’d go to the Roxy and I had a new record for Afrika Islam, I’d throw in a couple copies of ‘Impeach,’” says Fuchs. “I never got into or was able to get into greasing people or paying people off, but I could really live with using that type of stuff as currency.”

Based in Long Island City at the time, Fuchs started working with a young, up-and-coming DJ/producer from the nearby Queensbridge projects named Marlon Williams AKA Marley Marl, one half of the very first commercial rap radio show, Mr. Magic’s Rap Attack, on New York’s WBLS-FM. Also an intern at Unique Studios in Manhattan, Marley was just cutting his teeth on production and had a small set-up in his sister’s apartment in the projects that included a four-track, a Roland TR-808 drum machine and two SDD-2000 sampling digital delays by Korg. In 1984, Marley would produce a track for Tuff City artist Spoonie Gee called “Take It Off.” Interviewed by Dubspot in 2013, he recalls, “Fuchs said, ‘Here, I can’t pay you for this Spoonie Gee session, but you can take this pile of records.’ In that pile was “Impeach The President.”

According to Fuchs, “Marley was voracious, and as soon as I gave him something, it was used one way or another.”

Marley went on to sample the Honey Drippers’ kick and snare (with accompanying ghost notes) to each of his SDD-2000s, adding a hi-hat and a kick from the 808 to bolster the sampled kick. He shaped a hook by sampling a reverbed horn fanfare from The Magic Disco Machine’s 1975 record “Scratchin’,” and reversed it to play backwards so it sounded like a stab of pure noise. Finally, he brought in his cousin Shawn Moltke AKA MC Shan to christen the track with lyrics.

“The track ‘The Bridge’ was made not to be a record. It was made as intermission music for the Queensbridge festival that we had in Queensbridge Park in 1984,” Marley says. “Now the first time the track played everybody’s heads turned. Everybody was like, ‘Wow, it’s a song about Queensbridge.’ Everybody was like, ‘Play it again, play it again.’ It was so popular that day that we played it in the park, one of my nephews took the tape and spread it around Queensbridge. Everybody in Queensbridge had a copy of that song and it wasn’t a record yet. I had to do something about that.”

Though “The Bridge” was made in 1984, it only saw the light of day as a release in 1986 on Bridge Records, becoming an instant classic. Marley, who helmed a crew of now legendary artists known as the Juice Crew – featuring Shan, Biz Markie, Big Daddy Kane, Roxanne Shante, Craig G. and Masta Ace – went on to use the “Impeach” beat on many subsequent productions, including such certified rap hits as 1986’s “Eric B. Is President” by Eric B. & Rakim and 1986’s “Make The Music With Your Mouth, Biz” by Biz Markie. He even accidentally handed the beat over to the competition when BDP made “The Bridge Is Over” the following year.

“The funny story about ‘The Bridge is Over’ is that I had met BDP for the first time at Power Play studios when they was playing their demos for Mr. Magic,” says Marley. “So he went into the room, the music was very loud. He did not like it at all, so it got really, really heated. In the rush to vacate the studio, I forgot my famous drum reel with all my drum sounds on ’em. Fast forward, I’m listening to the radio and I hear this song called “The Bridge Is Over” utilizing my drum sounds. I was like ‘Yo! That sounds like my drum sounds. Who’s that?’ ‘That’s them kids that Magic dissed in the studio the other day.’”

By the time “Impeach The President” appeared on the DJ-friendly Ultimate Breaks & Beats series – Volume 11, released in 1987, to be exact – the cat was out of the bag, and that break was on its way to becoming a standard building block for rap tracks. In that year alone, it was used in “I Got An Attitude” by Antoinette, Dana Dane’s “Dana Dane With The Fame,” Cool C’s “Juice Crew Dis” and Audio Two’s mega-hit “Top Billin’.” Fuchs even took his own stab at a version, getting Spoonie Gee to drop some lyrics on a track called “You Ain’t Just A Fool, You’s An Old Fool.”

Ironically, Fuchs decided to go after his old buddy Marley, who had produced two hits from LL Cool J’s comeback album on Def Jam, Mama Said Knock You Out, in 1990. “Around The Way Girl” and “Six Minutes of Pleasure” both used elements of “Impeach The President,” to which Fuchs claimed to own the rights in a New York Times piece on April 21, 1992. He eventually settled out of court with Def Jam for what he describes as “low to mid-five figures.” Of course, these were not the only songs at the time that sampled “Impeach,” and Fuchs went after other artists and labels as well. “There were some lawsuits that had to be filed,” as he puts it, “but eventually it got to a point where it became business as usual.”

During this time, Roy C. Hammond had moved down to Allendale, South Carolina, where he currently runs a record shop. One day while listening to the radio, he heard the song, “Luv Me, Luv Me” by Shaggy and Janet Jackson, a cut from the How Stella Got Her Groove Back soundtrack that was released in 1998. He immediately recognized his own song in the mix, and after doing some calling around was able to track down Fuchs, who had authorized its use in the movie. It turns out the two had met back in 1968 when Hammond was singing tenor in The Genies, a doo-wop group, and Fuchs was a young reporter for Billboard and Cashbox.

“He said, ‘Look, I’m trying to make you some money.’” recalls Hammond, 77, of their reunion 30 years later. “I said, ‘Hell, you should have got in touch with me.’ He had it listed with ASCAP and I’m a BMI writer, so I went over and questioned them about it, and they took it out of there immediately.” It still means that from 1990 through 1998, Fuchs was profiting off “Impeach” without even trying to track down Hammond.

“And he was tellin’ me how much money I was going to make,” Hammond continues, with Fuchs eventually persuading Hammond to sign a five-year licensing deal for the track. Fuchs sealed the deal with a $500 check that apparently bounced.

But Fuchs tells a different story. “You know what’s crazy?” he says, “I never made a deal specifically for ‘Impeach.’ I do all kinds of reissues if you look at my catalog. I put stuff out from the ’40s to the ’80s, you know? And I actually put out a Roy C. album. He had had two albums on Mercury – one was called Sex and Soul and the second album was called More Sex and Soul. And then he had a bunch of stuff he had done independently. So, you know, I had a few things by him and that was one of them.”

“I didn’t authorize none of that,” Hammond maintains. “After he got a contract to license it [‘Impeach’] for five years to give it out to different people for beats, he was supposed to pay me, and he didn’t pay me.” Ask Fuchs, however, and Hammond profited, “hugely.”

Hammond has since taken Fuchs to court several times but hasn’t been able to receive the compensation he says he deserves, and puts it down to the failings of his lawyers, of which he’s gone through several. “The one in New York asked him [Fuchs] for half a million dollars or something, and we wind up getting $100,000,” he says. “And the most I got was $40,000 after lawyers fees.” That was ten years ago. “Just a few months ago,” Hammond adds, “I talked to this attorney and after that Fuchs sent me $32,500. Now that’s the biggest I ever got from him.”

But he is not bitter in the least. “I feel great that I contributed something [to hip-hop]” says Hammond. “But I’m still going to fight this guy, and I’m going to find a good lawyer that’s going to be honest and bring this thing in front of a jury.”

Editors’ Note: Following the publication of this story, RBMA Daily received an email from Aaron Fuchs, the president of Tuff City Records, contesting Marley Marl and Roy C. Hammond’s claims. Fuchs denies Marley Marl’s claim of nonpayment for the recording session of Spoonie Gee’s “Take It Off.” He also contests Marl’s quote from the Dubspot interview regarding a “pile of records,” stating that “I have never offered any DJ or producer ‘a pile of records,’ but rather specific records that I curated and deemed to be of value either to their production needs or fund of knowledge.”

Fuchs also states that Marley Marl was not named as an individual in his 1992 lawsuit against Def Jam, which was filed in response to the label’s release of songs produced by Marl on LL Cool J’s Mama Said Knock You Out LP. Furthermore, Fuchs states that agreements made with Hammond prior to 1998 were accompanied by advances, and seeks to clarify that “No check I ever wrote to Hammond or any other artist has ever bounced.”