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🌙 Moon Phases 🌙
Agatha Harkness X Fem!Reader
Word Count: 1211
Chapter 32:
The Road was silent and empty, the tension between the three of you thick.
After Billy confessed that he was looking to find his brother at the end of the road, you had all remained quiet and simply kept walking.
No one brought up what Evanora said about Agatha and You, what happened to Alice or what they witnessed at the last trial.
You walked at Billy's right side and Agatha at his left; leaving him trapped between the two of you.
He said nothing more for a while, but it was because he was trying to use his powers. Well, not his magic based on but the other set he had inherited; most likely from Wanda.
Billy had the ability to read minds, at least with some partial control. Either he had to be very close emotionally with someone to easily access their thoughts and establish a connection, or try really hard.
And that's what he did, trying to focus first on Agatha and then on you. Yet the more he tried, the more blocks he found; as if his ability could not bypass your minds and find your thoughts.
With you, he was not fully surprised but with Agatha... she was magicless. He should have been able to get something out of her, but all of his attempts have been futile.
What he didn't know was the fact that both of you could sense him, and you also took notice of his little frown; a big clue that he was mentally struggling with something.
In this case, the mental barriers you both had established to keep noisy telepaths out of your heads.
"You'll get a nosebleed trying that hard to read our minds." Agatha said, deciding to address the elephant in the room. "Especially hers," she motioned for you. "She is immune to noisy telepaths and mind readers."
Billy looked at you, surprised.
You shrugged your shoulders. "It's part of my magic. It neuters and blocks anything foreign." You explained. "It would take a very strong magic individual to be able to bypass it"
"Hmmm," he exclaimed and kept walking, clearly not wanting to continue this conversation or admit out loud that he was trying to snoop around with his abilities.
"You just can ask me your questions. Aloud." Agatha said, not liking this silence that silently existed between the three of you.
Plus, she was curious to find more about this Billy. What he had in mind or wished to know, what he thought and questioned. Now that there was no stupid sigil to stop him from exposing everything.
She just had to tread this carefully.
"Okay, then, where's Rio?" Billy asked, and you smirked on amusement, at both how smart the boy was and how quicky he cornered Agatha.
Agatha cleared her throat. "Not that question."
Billy looked at you, hoping you would offer some insight into this creepy green witch with questionable motives and loyalties.
"Sorry, kiddo. Can't say anything," you replied softly as you pushed a small branch to the side and allowed the others to walk first before you followed them.
"Is Wanda Maximoff really dead?" He asked next, and you turned your head to face Agatha, curious about that as well.
"Yes." She said with confidence but quickly changed her mind. "No. Maybe."
"Did you see a body?"
Agatha got a flash of the morgue body she saw while fighting to escape Wanda's spell and be free of this stupid Agnes persona that she was forced to have for three whole years.
"Yes, I did."
"Did anybody else?"
She thought for a moment. "It's hard to say." She confessed honestly and yet received a questionable look from the boy by her side. "Hey, you want straight answers, ask a straight lady."
You scoffed in amusement and had to place your hand in front of your mouth to hide your laughter that was threatening to come out.
Once you calmed down faintly, you saw the others looking at you. "Don't look at me like that. It was funny... and accurate," you bemused. "Plus, let's admit there is not really a straight person in this coven...or any coven I have met."
Agatha nodded. "Straight people and coven do not mix."
It was Billy's turn to scoff. "Oh, please. That's just a rumour. "
You and Agatha smirked, but it was your lover who chose to comment first.
"Is it now?" She questioned rhetorically. "Then, please, do your research and find me a coven that did not have questionable romantic preferences. I will wait. "
Billy opened his mouth to argue, but he came to realize he didn't truly know any covens in real life. The covens he studied and read about was not a lot of accurate information to trust.
Before he could think of something to save himself from yet another embarassment, he too notice of something up ahead.
Everyone came to a halt and observed your next trial, this time a haunting dark eyrie castle on top of a rock. Even the clouds and the background seemed to match its aesthetic.
"This is new," Agatha commented.
"I have a bad feeling bout this," you confessed and rubbed your hands faintly, feeling your hair stand on end in warning.
"We don't really have much of a choice," Billy reminded you.
Left with nothing else to say, you continued down the path; mentally preparing yourself for what is to come.
Billy and you had yet to face your trials, which both comforted and also worried you. On one hand, if the next trial was for any of you two, it meant you could be okay even if Jen and Liia join later.
But godess help if the trial is for Lilia or Rio, for it would not end well unless they would magically appear right on time, summoned by the road.
You were not sure if that was possible, for last time you, Agatha, and the coven had not gotten separated. Instead, you have stuck together even if some of your fellow witches perished on the way.
You came to a halt in front of the gothic huge wooden double door, two heavy metallic rings with intricate designs right in the middle; an old but familiar to you way of knocking on doors before door bells were invented.
"Guess we don't knock, right?" Billy asked, looking at you and Agatha.
"We didn't the last time," you reminded him. "Or any of the last times," you continued in a mumble.
"Then why do you do now?" Agatha questioned rhetorically and pushed the heavy doors or at least tried. "They look far lighter than they are," she grunted, trying not to make a joke out of herself because she knew Billy would never let it go.
Thankfully, Jen was not present, for she would have commented already and not in a nice way.
You looked at Billy and then chose to join her, doing your best to push against the heavy doors. Eventually, your combined efforts seemed to pay off, and you managed to make a big enough gap to pass through; darkness blocked your vision for a moment before things cleared.
And once you could see again, you came face to face with your next trial.
Chapter 33
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Chart Topper - Remastered
An old reader favorite, featuring the wonderful content of @snugglebunnyreturns. Sorry this one took so long!
"What's the matter, sweetie? Why ya lookin' so blushy?
"What's that? Oh, your picture up there on the fridge? Well, after your little mishaps the other day, I thought it might be good to give potty training another try. And yes, this means we're going back to pullups for a little while.
“Oh, you think it was just your big girl juice that caused your accidents? Well, then you should have no trouble at all graduating right back to big girl panties! But until then, you’re going to have to stay in your trainers, and you’re going to have to follow Daddy’s rules - and yes, that means no going potty on your own.
"No buts about it, young lady! You can have your potty privileges back when you've earned them. And if there's any question, then we can just check the chart, now, can't we?"
"Now, now, why the pouty face? It wasn't so bad - you made three whole trips to the potty today, and I was very impressed with the way you washed your hands all by yourself!
"You think you woulda done better if I'd taken you to the potty sooner? Well, I'm sorry, princess, but Daddy was busy then, and rules are rules. Do you think all those big kids who graduated from potty training did it by making excuses? Hmmm? I didn't think so.
"And no, I'm not going to be taking the chart down just because the Petersons are coming over. You might just be a big girl soon, and Daddy’s very proud of his little learner."
"Now, princess, what did we say about being a poutypants? I would have used a picture of a dry pullup for today's chart, but we didn't have very many of those, now, did we?
"Oh, you thought it was blushy when the Petersons came over and saw your picture there? Was it more blushy than when you made a messy in front of them?
"Well, of course I couldn't take you to the potty then - it would be bad manners to interrupt the guests. Go by yourself? Oh, no, no, no, you're much too little to be doing that - or do I need to remind you why up here?
"You know, I really hoped you might be ready for potty training, princess. But a few more days like this, and…"
"Tsk tsk tsk."
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Girls just want to have fun
Summary: Girls just want to have fun
Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader
Warnings: partying, drinking, dancing, ladies’ night
A/N: For my story everyone is alive.
Inspired by Cindy Lauper's song "Girls just want to have fun"
It’s a damn good night. You feel good, and maybe you’re a little tipsy.
After months of being cramped in sleazy motel rooms with the Winchesters and fighting battle after battle, you finally got the chance to have a night out. It’s ladies’ night with karaoke and free drinks at the bar in town.
“Yes! Show them what you got!” you cheer your friends on, raising your glass. Jo, Charlie, and Bela are on the stag singing we will rock you. You’re not much of a singer, but you like to watch your friends having fun.
“They had too much wine,” Donna laughs because Charlie wants to try out stage diving. “There are like three people. They cannot catch her fall.”
“Nah, she’s like a cat and lands on her paws!” You exclaim loudly. “Believe me, she got this. A girl who fuck’s Dick Roman and Leviathans over can rock a stage dive too.”
“She will get hurt,” Jody worriedly watches Charlie stagger on the stage. “I can’t even look.”
“Wait! I got an idea,” you get your phone out to call Sam and Dean. “Guys, we have an emergency. You need to come to the bar. We need your help.”
You end the call before Dean can ask what happened, or if he needs to bring the big guns. While you order another drink and tell Charlie to wait for her stage dive a little longer, Sam and Dean run toward the garage at the bunker.
“What the…?” Dean watches Jo, Charlie, and Bela sing another song. Charlie waves at Dean while Bela blows a kiss at Sam. “Sammy, what has gotten into them? Do you think it’s a wrath? A ghost maybe?”
“Uh-Dean. I don’t think this is the supernatural kind of emergency,” Sam smirks at Bela who undresses him with her eyes. “I think they are having fun, is all.”
“What? Fun!” Alerted Dean storms toward you to snatch the drink you just ordered out of your hands. “Y/N, I hope you’ve got a damn good explanation why you called me. This doesn't look like an emergency.”
“It is!” you grab his arm to guide Dean toward the stage. “You see.” You point at Charlie on the stage. She giggles and walks toward the edge. “Charlie wants to try her first stage dive. We need strong men to catch her.”
“Stage dive – what?” Dean blinks a few times. “You’ve got to be shitting me! No more drinks for you.”
“Aw, but Deano,” you pat his chest with both hands. “Girls just want to have fun sometimes.” You lean closer to nuzzle his chin with your nose. “Please for me. Catch Charlie.”
Dean purses his lips. “This is far too dangerous! She could get hurt!”
“You sound like a dad,” you grin. “Deano, come on. Live a little.”
“What’s going on?” Sam finally joins your little conversation. “Where is the emergency, Y/N?”
“Charlie wants to stage dive. Y/N came up with the brilliant idea that we can catch Charlie,” Dean huffs. “She called us for a stage dive, Sammy.”
“Hmmm…” Sam looks at the stage, at the ground, and then at his hands. “If we team up, we can do it, Dean.”
Dean turns his head like in slow motion, to gape at his brother. “Did you hit your head, Sammy? What if she misses us and ends up on the ground? Charlie could get seriously hurt.”
“Deano, please,” you fist his Henley, tugging hard. In a hurry, he didn’t put on a plaid or a jacket. “I’ll make you pie tomorrow.”
“You’re going to be hangover tomorrow,” he points out. “If she gets hurt, you’ll take the blame.”
Dean walks toward the stage to talk to Charlie. He’s still not convinced this will work, but he’ll do it for Charlie and you.
“We can help,” Sam says. He walks toward the stage, followed by Castiel, Jack, and Gabriel who popped up Out of nowhere.
“Don’t tell me she called you too…” Dean sighs deeply. “Fine, let’s do this…”
And then, you all joined Dean to give Charlie the chance to have her first stage dive.
Sometimes girls just want to have fun.
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Tech Tuesday - Introductions
A/N: Entirely written on my phone. Apologies for errors!
A/N2: This chapter is mainly an introduction to the setting and the majority of the characters. It'll be different readers for each character (give or take).
Ok, first day, very important to not make an idiot of yourself. That's been your internal mantra for the entire commute. You've been really hoping it'll help you out today.
You've gotten a ticket to take to IT for your new work laptop but you got lost trying to find your way there. You look around at the signs, trying to figure it out when someone gently coughs to get your attention. Turning you see a tall, lean man with short blondish brown hair and light blue eyes.
"Do you need some help?" His accent and soft tone help soothe your nerves.
"Um..." you hesitate. "I'm, I'm trying to find the IT department?"
His eyes widen as he smiles, "you must be the new hire." You nod and he holds out his hand, "I'm Jonathan, manager of the IT department. I'll show you the way."
He talks as he guides you to the one section of the building you hadn't been to yet.
"Here is our own little corner of the world," Jonathan gestures around the open area. "For a new employee you're going to want to talk to Jake." He points to a young man with spiky hair, glasses and a goatee who's talking on the phone.
"Ain't gonna happen for a while." A large bear of a man with a beard and a bald top, wearing a Lynyrd Skinner shirt steps towards you. "He's helping that little old lady on the third floor that never remembers her password."
"Ah, yes," Jonathan winces. "She is quite the talker." He looks to you and introduces the second man as Syverson. "We both run the department but Sy is better at managing the employees while I'm better at convincing the higher ups to give us a better budget."
"One of th' smoothest talkers I've ever worked with," Sy grins. "As far as your laptop, you wait right here an' I'll go get from Walter. He's our main hardware guy. Then we'll get...hmmm." He looks around as he ponders.
"Johnny is currently mid battle with that hacker he keeps toying with," Jonathan muses. "How is Ransom's mood today?"
Sy snorts, "same as always. Definitely don't wanna scare the lady away." He snaps his fingers, "Rogers!"
A head pops out of a cubicle, "you call?"
"Got a new employee," Sy explains. "Gonna need you to help her get her laptop setup." Sy turns and heads to where you're guessing Walter is with the hardware you'll need.
You turn back to where Steve was situated and almost jump at seeing him so close. He's huge but you didn't hear him at all! The big and tall blonde man's eyes are shining with enthusiasm.
He holds out his hand and you introduce yourself. "It's nice to meet you. Not a lot of new people around here lately. I work with the designs for our internal programs. Me and Bucky," he gestures back to his cubicle, "work together on the UX and accessibility stuff for the external website."
"That's impressive," you nod, practically hypnotized by his eyes. And his muscles, if you're being honest with yourself.
Sy returns and hands Steve the laptop. "Follow me," Steve smiles as he turns. You try your best to fight the urge to ogle his ass. It's your first day and you don't want to already make a fool of yourself! No matter how handsome these guys are.
Steve takes you through the setup. He's incredibly patient and kind. Plus his voice could keep your attention forever. He's going through some of the standard company security stuff when there's a knock. You both turn and you see a burly man with a beanie and a beard so full you almost miss the lip piercing.
"Hey, Curtis. What's up?"
"Bucky's out getting another coffee," Curtis starts. "Need you to tell him I've got the code worked out for the next update and need him to check the legacy compatibility."
"Sure thing," Steve nods and Curtis heads back to whenever he'd been.
"Don't you have an internal communications thing for this?" You're surprised that someone has to intervene in the communication.
Steve chuckles as he pulls out his phone. "Bucky never responds to work stuff while he's out, even just to a cafe. But there's a time crunch on this and I'm the only person he'll actually check his phone for."
"Oh," is all you can say.
Steve finishes his text and gets back to your training. When you're done you thank him for everything and he blushes a little.
"If you want I can help you with the physical setup at your desk?" He almost looks like he's pleading for you to say yes.
"It won't be a problem? I don't want to get you in trouble."
"Not at all," he assures. "Besides, I don't want to be here for the upcoming Bucky and Curtis debate."
You giggle nervously, "ok. And thank you!"
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In Need Of An Heir Pt 4
Aemond (Canon Era) X (Baratheon! Reader)
Warnings Below
Word Count: 1,874
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Warnings: mentions of forced marriage, Religious guilt.
Aemond watches you and Royce make a hasty exit from the dinner after being excused. As soon as the doors shut behind you, Aegon breaks out into a hearty laugh.
"I see you have charmed your betrothed brother. She seems truly smitten!"
Aemond looks straight at Aegon. Face stoic and cold. "So it seems." This just makes Aegon laugh harder.
"I'm sure that she is just nervous. A marriage is a big step. She is leaving her home and living somewhere new. With people she hardly knows, we would all do well to try and make her feel more comfortable. " Alicent looks at Aemond as she says this. Her usual way of asking him to do something without actually asking him.
His face remains still. There are a lot of things he will do if his mother so wishes. Going out of his way to make this girl comfortable is not one of them. Making people comfortable isn't something that he excels at, and he's self-aware.
He already has plans for the coming week. Ignore everyone and everything as much as possible. Train and attend councils as necessary and assist Criston, who is the current hand of the king, in keeping an ever watchful eye on Aegon, and that's it. Nowhere in that schedule is there room to spend time with this girl and make her comfortable. He will have to spend enough of his life with her. He should at least enjoy what time he has left.
So that is exactly what he does. The whole week goes by pretty quickly. His mother didn't bother him with much of the wedding plans, though she did ask him to meet with the jeweler to choose a necklace for his bride.
"Make sure to choose something special. This will be your first gift to her." She had said.
The jeweler has several necklaces laid out for Aemond to choose from. Most being beautiful rubies or emeralds. He spots a beautiful citrine necklace. He picks it up, turning the jewel between his fingers a few times. Maybe the yellow color will remind her of home. Make her more comfortable as his mother had suggested.
He holds the citrine necklace in his hand as he continues to peruse the other available choices when his eye stops on a beautiful sapphire necklace. His hand involuntarily passes over his eye patch.
"Make a connection" more words of wisdom from his mother.
He puts the citrine necklace down and picks up the sapphire. "This one," he rubs his thumb over the flat surface of the stone before handing it to the jeweler.
He leaves the room quickly after that, heading to his mother's chambers. She wanted to have a brief meeting with him before the wedding, which he has been putting off all week. Seeing as the wedding was tomorrow, he couldn't put it off any longer, so reluctantly, he makes the trip through the winding corridors to his mother's apartments.
As he rounds the corner, he spots your small frame. Hunched over arm outstretched on the wall, no doubt supporting your weight.
He can hear you groan out loud as he gets closer.
"Is everything alright, my lady?" He knows the true answer to this is an unequivocal no. You are being forced to marry him tomorrow after all.
When you turn and look at him, he doesn't see the fear he had seen at dinner. He can't quite place exactly what it is he sees. Your big eyes travel up and down his body.
He hates to be seen. Truly seen. Looked at gawked at like some sort of beast. What does she see? A man? A prince? A monster? He can't be sure, and it's that thought that terrifies him.
"Oh..... yes, my prince just l....... ummm big day tomorrow"
"Hmmm," he clicks his tongue as he observes you, as if trying to find any sort of sign that will tell him what it is you were thinking. What was really going on in your head.
"Are you due to visit my mother?"
"Oh no, just left her company, actually," he tries to think of some way to keep the conversation going. Maybe have a brief conversation before being wed in front of the gods.
His mind is blank and quickly gives up on this idea. "Very well then, I will keep you no longer." he walks towards his mother's door quickly and gently knocks on the door.
Never before has he wished for his mother to answer the door quickly the way he does in this moment.
You curtsy and walk off. He sees this out of the corner of his eye, but he keeps his head straightforward.
His mind is racing as he waits for his mother to answer the door, he hates not knowing things. He prides himself on knowing more than anyone else in the room. But with this. His marriage, his bride, he knows next to nothing.
Finally a chambermaid opens the door, before she has a chance to greet or curtsy Aemond walks briskly past her and into his mothers apartments.
"Mother..." his demeanor is cold but his mother knows him better than anyone. His cool facade never works on her.
"Sit Aemond, there are a few things i wish to discuss before tomorrow" she gestures to the chair directly across from her.
He sits down curling his fingers over the end of the armrest. Scratching briefly at the wood with his fingernails.
"so, as you know tomorrow you are to be married"
he sighs and looks up at the ceiling "I'm aware"
"I want to review the process, where you will stand all of those things...... but first, I want to speak to you regarding the wedding night."
He rolls his eye and shifts uncomfortably in his seat. "There is no need to discuss this mother, I know what is expected of me and will see it done"
"There is another person in this equation Aemond, I have been exactly where she is. I just mean to bring that to your attention. How you treat her on your wedding night may effect the way your entire marriage plays out. Mutual respect and care, gentleness and understanding. This isn't simply a duty to be done." She is looking at him with a solemn expression. "I just ask that you take this into consideration. That she will most likely be scared and as her husband it is part of your duty to make her feel safe"
he simply nods in understanding. Not wanting to discuss this topic any further.
"You will have some work to do in regards to showing her that you are in fact a decent man" she says this with some disdain. A tone she rarely uses when she speaks to him. A tone she uses when she talks about one particular subject. A subject he again would rather not discuss.
"Is that so? Have I already wronged her in some way?" He chuckles as he leans back in his chair. He knows exactly what his mother is referring to and it irritates him. he fancies himself a patient man though others may disagree. He does not however have any patience for being judged, right or wrong what he has done, the sins he has committed are between him and the gods and he will not explain himself to another person. That includes his mother and his soon to be wife.
"You had already made a promise to wed her and be a loyal dutiful husband when you..... took part in certain activities, so yes in a manner of speaking you have in fact wronged her in a way. But not just her. The gods of which you are about to stand in front of and be wed." She gives him that scalding look of disappointment he hates so much.
"I see" He hates that his mother is right. He prides himself on fulfilling his duties, keeping his oaths. "Well seeing as the ability to travel back in time escapes me, it seems she will have to make do."
"Just something to be mindful of" she says gently, and from there the conversation breaks out into the specifics of the wedding. Where to be and when, how the procession will take place who will do what.
Once his mother finally dismisses him he exits her apartments swiftly making his way back to his chambers. He intends to spend the rest of the day there. In his solitude, a book in hand, and that is exactly what he does. He has his supper alone in his chambers and lays down to rest much earlier than usual.
Though he is laying down sleep does not come. Tomorrow ever watchful eyes will be on him. The eyes of his mother, his brother, his bride, so many others, but most of all the gods.
The gods he knows he has no doubt disappointed. He is a kin slayer, a murderer, he has been lustful, violent, driven by revenge and hate, and now he is to stand before those same gods who's principles he has betrayed and ask them to bless the union of his marriage.
He can only hope his bride has enough goodness for the both of them.
When the morning finally comes he moves swiftly. This is what he is best at. Being given a duty to fulfill and seeing it done through to completion. He dawns some of his best attire makes his way down to the sept earlier than anticipated.
He enters the large hall of the Sept and runs his hand over the corners of the benches as he walks through. It is decorated beautifully as his mother no doubt commissioned. It seems so frivolous. To spend the money on such an affair when the common folk are suffering after the war. Especially those trying to rebuild in the Riverlands.
It needs to be done. So it will be done.
Aemond waits patiently while the others make their way to the Sept. The hall fills with people as he is directed to his post. His battle station. The voices that were filling the sept are being quieted as everyone makes their way to their assigned positions. Aemond stares ahead at the empty space where his bride will soon stand and waits.
He turns and nods his head only when his brother is carried in and placed at the front of the observers. his eyes on Aemond a lazy smile on his face.
After that he stares blankly ahead and waits for the sound of those big doors opening. The sound of his bride making her way to him.
When he hears the doors open he closes his eye and takes a deep breath, not turning his head but remaining forward facing.
it's not long before she is stationed before him. Her hair looks beautiful, her dress looks beautiful, but she looks frightened.
"she will most likely be scared and as her husband it is part of your duty to make her feel safe" his mothers words play through his head.
He gives her a small smile.
As with all of his duties he shall see this completed.
Part 5
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I know you JUST reopened your asks and I'm sorry to jump right in but I have just had the funniest idea and I have to share!
you know how some people personify/give names to body parts especially ones that they're obsessed with? imagine reader doing that to Königs dick, telling she's missed him and her best friend while grabbing his crotch. theyre cuddling on the bed and she tells him she has to do some catching up with "his majesty" before diving under the covers to stroke him and take him into her mouth. he is ofc gonna be thrilled about this, finally he's getting the treatment he's always craved, he teases her once that she loves his dick more than she loves him, and chuckles when she just responds with a "hmmm~". but then he's laying in his bed, his lady to his side and he just can't seem to sleep...a familiar feeling is clawing at him and sour taste in his mouth keeps him up...she can't be...right?
TL;DR : König is now jealous of his own cock :(
Lmao König getting jealous of his cock is only canon
I mean he’s only human. Knows that his height and mass are his strong suits, he’s aware he’s rather big down there and that his dick is vaguely pretty (as far as horse cocks go). It strokes his ego like nothing else to see you gasp and giggle when you see it, you look like it’s your birthday everytime he unzips his pants. You’re his one woman cult and König couldn’t be happier!
But… there are two sides to this coin.
First he’s happy about getting so much attention, he feels like a sex god when he’s with you, but then comes the upset and the angy. Is his dick the only thing you’re attracted to? :/
Yes he knows he’s big, yes he knows he’s tall. But do you even like him…? Do you even adore his jokes?? Your eyes are always sparkling when you see his crotch, now Entschuldigung but his eyes are up here :( You're a naughty little minx, and on top of everything only giggle under the covers when he asks if you still love him. “I’ll show you how much,” you say, but that’s not what he meant! He needs you to say it like you're Romeo and Juliet!!
Call him old-fashioned but he needs you to whisper it to him when you’re cuddling. Or better yet, when he’s inside you, looking into your eyes until your lower lip starts to tremble with emotion. He wants you to say it with tears in your eyes while he’s balls deep inside you, holding your hand. Babbling about how much you love his cock doesn’t count!
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Middle-aged woman who's had a few kids in her time, misses having a tummy but obviously isn't going to get pregnant again. SO she squares the circle by keeping you in her belly so she can look cute while in the mirror and wear her old maternity clothes~
YES!!! 😵💫 This is hot. My entire purpose in life is to fulfill her rapidly swelling ego… almost as swollen as I’m gonna make her belly be~
I think it’s even better if I’m a bit unwilling at first. She swallows me up while I’m begging her to let me go, while I’m pleading for my own autonomy, trying my damndest to convince her that she shouldn’t do this to me, that I have my own life I wanna live-
All casually dismissed with one final, thick, slimy gulp as I slowly descend down as a bulge on her throat, destined to live out the rest of my days as a twitching, wriggling bulge in her tight belly 🥵
The fabric stretches thin over me as she huffs and pats her stomach, posing in the mirror, admiring my new trapped form. I can whimper and yell all I like but nobody can hear me except for her. She rubs me possessively, saying how I look better this way.
She has to lie to her husband. Tells him that she’d been keeping their next child a secret from him. And eventually he’ll find out the truth, but who cares? What’s done is done. Maybe he even gets a bit jealous at night when his wife is lying in bed, soothing me, running her fingers across the outside of my home, whispering reassuring words and phrases to me…
“You’ve made mama’s belly so big, hon… you look so cute on me, just resting in there 💕 you’re so hot as a big bulge in my tummy”
Honestly the idea of a jealous husband in this scenario makes me go crazy it’s just so soooo good on so many levels ❤️
Eventually I settle down in there. Unable to escape my fate as food, as fodder for my pred lady’s appearance. I’m still alive in there but nobody ever hears from me again…. hmmm… what a wonderful ending to my story~
#v.ore#v0re#soft vore#vore talk#pretend pregnant#female pred#safe vore#endosoma#same size vore#half size vore#vore scenario#vore writing#asks#vore asks#minors dni#adultery with vore
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Thinking about if Alastor’s twins were like the shining twins…
-freaks everyone out, especially because both never drop their sharp toothed smiles.
-their big eyes stare into your soul.
-something they know a little TOO well because they will stare at whoever just to mess with them.
“Where’s the popsicles?” Charlie hums to herself at the frozen refrigerator.
She hears some giggling behind her, catching both little deer girls with the popsicle box.
“Hey girls! Can I get one of those?”
They both simultaneously stop laughing and instead stare at the woman.
“…”
“Uh..” Charlie repeats her question.
They both continue staring, their smile still on their face as they continue to eat their popsicles. Making no move to give one to the Princess of Hell.
It’s a good minute before Charlie just backs away quietly. Walking away with her feelings hurt for being ignored 🥺 (poor Charlie why did I do her like that 😭)
-they WILL speak in unison because they know how uncomfortable people get.
“We’ve been watching you.” *little giggle* 👹
“I’m not doing this. I’M NOT DOING THIS!” Vaggie exclaims running out of the hotel.
-when there is an option for peace or violence they WILL choose violence.
“Why do you look like that?”
“Like what?” Vox says.
“Like an ugly primbly bitch 👹”
-I could see them both tying up some horrible sinner and giving them a makeover. Alastor catches them and is deeply amused.
“Ladies~ what did mother say about kidnapping sinners from the street?~”
“But father we’d like to play with her.”
“She’d look much better with more eyeshadow.”
“Yes indeed, we are helping her look more pretty. She’s ugly right now.”
The father of two gives them both looks, his smile stretching maliciously at the wayward sinner begging him to save her.
“Hmmm…very well then! Don’t tell your mother!”
“Thank you papa.” Both say.
Both love you dearly.
After a long day of tormenting others and hurting everyone’s self-esteem, you can find them curled up in your lap reading a story for bedtime.
When they’re tired enough, you’ll tuck them in bed and land little smooches on their foreheads.
When you leave them to sleep and they’re sure you’re gone, they’ll open their eyes to stare at one another.
“I’m hungry.”
“Me too.”
“…”
“Let’s eat 👹”
Cue them raiding the kitchen and eating everything 👁️👄👁️
The next day:
“WHY IS THERE NO FOOD?”
*little giggle* 👹
Idk why I like making them unhinged lol
No because I love this too and you know that they would 1000% torment Valentino and Vox.
But when the reader catches them they dropped the act because they don't want to make Ma'ma mad.
The reader make's them apologize to Charlie and Vaggie.
This is just perfection.
#hc#hcs#alastor#alastor hazbin hotel#alastor headcanons#hazbin hotel alastor#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel headcanon#dad!alastor
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2024 fic roundup game
Can I just create an ask game? said @cheeseplants
Yes!! Thanks to @cheeseplants and anyone else you tagged me.
What fandoms do you write in? Good Omens! Only Good Omens, Forever Good Omens.
How many words have you published in 2024? Ok, including some chapters for an upcoming [redcated] collab, I'm estimating 150k that I actually wrote. Which....isn't much in this incredibly talented fandom BUT was a lot for me.
What is your greatest achievement this year? Getting out there and collaborating!! I talked to artists (y'all are magical and terrifying), I joined the [redacted] project and wrote amazing angst with @gaiaseyes451, @sixbynine-da, @kneelbeforeyourdogbabylon, @groovynightstrawberry, and MxThirteen, PLUS more artists, @apocalyptic-scenes & babyrubysoho.
And then kept on writing with a lot of those folks to create some amazing crack - and Lucicrow?
My point is, once you start collaborating, you have no idea where it will take you!
What are your top three fics you’ve written this year? Mirrors (E, WIP but almost finished): Angsty reverse omens AU, but there's a happy ending I PROMISE. With amazing art from @daneecastle and @c0smicdisaster.
Cracked Pepper (E): Utterly absurd birthday crack for @kneelbeforeyourdogbabylon. I'm still tickled that I somehow wrote this.
Have We Been Here Before? (E): A one-shot love letter to the fandom (also podfic from the amazing @nosferatini )
What was your biggest pit of despair moment? Hmmm, I got kind of lost in my subplots in the middle of After Heaven. But it worked out and I actually love the ending.
I regularly despair that I will never have enough time to write - or to write as well as I want.
What have you learned? I've gotten some sense of the things I'm ok at. And learning to work on adding descriptions and feelings, not just plot.
Still need to improve my gif game!
What fic did you want to do but never made it off the ground? I have three historical scenes hopping around, but not fully formed yet...
Did you beta any fics? Any favs you want to shout out? Yes!! I can't name all of them - and some aren't published yet (looking at you, @on1occasionfork). But some to throw love at:
Saint of Lost Things (E) by @gaiaseyes451. This would have gone on my year's best list, but I'm sneaking it in here. Post S2 angst and redemption is absolute marvel of story telling!
What Have I Lost (M) Another post2S fic, from MarieCuriosity that I can't wait to see how it comes together!
The Show Must Go On (M) A great 1941 follow-up by @vieux-yeux
Lady of Rheged (E): A West Essex historical AU by @mageofthepeople
Seasons of Nightingales (M): A massive, sweet post2S fic from @nosferatini that is almost done!!!
but i still want more (E): An intense but heartachingly lovely postS2 fic from @cordsycords
Confeitor (M): pure poetry from @adverbian
What three fics have you read this year that you love? Lol, 3!!!
Tethered (E): WIP by MarieCuriosity based on a Gleafer prompt
Someone is Calling Him Shorewards (E): by @harlotofupdog. Gah, if you haven't read it yet, what are you waiting for?
Trial & Error (M) by @fellshish. I love everything postS2 and this one was so original!
Anything ginger_cat wrote
Angel-Centered Therapy (G) I thought this was the perfect counterpoint to its big brother (sister?), Demonology.
Rosae series (E) by UKCalico. Sure, it's incredibly hot, but then hits you with these deep insights into the characters and their lives.
If I loved you less, We Could have Coffee (M): The Chapell Roan fic you didn't know you needed; excited to see what happens next! By @spectrallydistracted
Teach me, both the art from @gahellhimself-blog and the fics from Jeans. A really amazing collaboration!
What ideas are percolating for next year? Going to start off with a couple sequels, and then we'll see where the plot bunnies take us.
Who do you want to thank? @goodomensafterdark for endless support and entertainment. Wibly for maps!! @ireallyneedmoretea & @moderndayklutz for being beta rockstars on [redacted]!
Are you somewhere in this post? Should you be? Go on and play the game!
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(Isabeau) (Polaris and Wren blong to @neoncityrain and @fungal--wastes)
"Night, big guy!"
"Night, tall lady!"
(You and Vixul waved goodnight and headed to your own rooms. She was alright! A good fighter, confident, fun; you're leaving tomorrow, so hopefully you'll see her again.)
(Today in general had been nice, nothing too crazy, just, nice. You helped Jan get the homestead ready for the winter rush, did some training, packed and prepared for leaving tomorrow, you were ready for bed. You open the door, Siffrin had already headed to bed, so, hopefully you wouldn't, w-walk in on them again. . .)
(You walk in and close the door, then stop. You were stuck in place, eyes wide, a strike went through your heart at the scene before you.)
(Siffrin, p-probably not Siffrin actually, was laying on their side, head held in one hand, the other on their hip. They had a wide, cheeky smile, and they had no top on. The star-shaped scars on their body from that day in Dormont looked like a galaxy. The two long mystery scars Siffrin had on their chest were like comets. You were blushing at the sight, blushing like CRAZY.)
"Hello, fighter~" (O-okay!!! It was Loop!!! Got it!!) "So kind of you to join me on this wonderful night!"
"H-HiLoop-" (You let out with a squeak.)
(Loop smiled wider.) "Stunned at the sight of me?"
"Y-yep-!" (Your head sunk into your shoulders and looked away.)
"What? Really?" (Loop said in a mock jokey voice.) "Nooooo but I'm just wearing my nighties~ We have such a big day tomorrow!"
"R-right! Uh-" (You stepped more into the room, trying to make yourself small.) "I-Iuh, it's, yes! Big day! and, uh-"
"And~" (Their smile widened.) "Those mean, mean headmates have kept me away from you ever since that moment~"
(You cover your ever growing blush with your hands.) "BGHNHBDNSDSDB"
"Awwww, too much~?" (Loop rolls onto their front.) "You look tired, Fighter~ you should get changed, I wont look~ Probably~"
(That "probably" was making you just a little bit normal, but, they were right. You were tired from the day, so, so it's time to! You get changed quickly, trying not to think about if Loop is or is not looking at you.)
(You finish up, take a breath, and turn around. Loop was all nice and cozy under the blankets in bed; eyes closed. You breathe a sigh of relief.) "A-all done!"
(They open their eye.) "Stunning, fighter~"
"T-thanks-!" (You squeak. You walk over to your side of the bed and tuck in.)
(Not a moment later Loop was cuddled right up next to you. They looked so, so cute. So sweet. . . You were both facing eachother on your side, and you noticed that despite their cool exterior, they were blushing as much as you were. You spent a few moments just. . . Staring at each other.)
(They put an arm around you, you an arm around them. They pulled themself to your chest. You wrapped them up close. It was like this that you, again, remained silent for some time.)
". . . I. . ." (You finally broke the silence, it was a single letter, but it was broken.)
(Loop retrieved their head from the warmth of your chest and looked up at you.) "Yeeeees~?"
". . . U-uh-" (You look away, shy.) "I just. . . . H-how, how long?"
"Hmmm?"
". . . H-how, long have you, been feeling. . ."
(Loop places a hand on your cheek, and turns your head back to look at them.)
"The moment I laid eyes on you, Isabeau~"
(They lean in close to you, gently, softly, smiling. Unlike last time, though, you knew what was coming. You lean in as well, the moment before lasted an eternity.)
(But the moment a connection is made, you wanted it to last forever.)
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<Null> {Mal Du Pays} (Siffrin) [Loop] [(???)]
(You were dreaming of a campfire. You couldn't move from the campfire, but you didn't want to. It was so warm, comfortable, and. . .)
(You open your eye. Sunlight was flickering through the window, and you could hear people awake already. You closed your eye for just a moment more. It was, so, so warm. . . You never had a blanket so comfortable. . . It was, it was- Isabeaus arm?!?!?)
(It was at that moment you realized that you were tangled in Isabeaus limbs. No way you could move now, and if he rolled onto his front right now, you'd be crushed! Your face was burning. Just, uh, you had to wait! Yeah! You could wait!)
(. . . You didn't have to wait long. You felt Isa shuffle, then yawn, then pull you closer.) "Mmmorning...."
"M-morningIsa--" (You let out, shakily. Oh STARS you were going to explode at this rate!!)
(His face was pressed again the back of your head, gently humming into your hair. His hand traced up, to the side of your head, holding your cheek. . .)
". . . . O-ooohyeah- uh-" (His voice was soft, but wobbled.) "L-loop, right?"
(SSTARS--) ". . . S-sif-"
(Isa paused. You could only imagine the face he must be making, the fear, or, o-or shame, or-)
"T-that'sokay-" (He held you closer, and kissed the back of your head.) "I, just need to know which nickname to use, my lil' Wish.."
(You let out a noise you've never made before. Little Wish?!?!?)
"T-toomuch?" (Isa asks, leaning over to look at you.)
(You cover your face with your hands.) "I-I'mokay, j-just, mmnghnmgfhnmb--"
(You heard Isa laugh, then kiss the side of your head, pause for a moment, then start to get up. After a moment of contemplating alternatives, you get up as well.)
"B-big day today!" (Isabeau chatted while he got dressed. You were still waking up.) "Aaaaaand it looked like we slept in, whoops!"
"I think I needed it." (You mumble, getting up and doing your morning stretches. It was your back and leg that ached today.)
"Hah, you're right! The past few days of rest clearly wasn't enough! Haha!"
(Your stumble a bit doing your stretches at that, then finish up.) "Nah, I think I just needed to wake up lik. . . li. . ." (Your voice broke as you tried finishing that sentence. You look down, blushing even harder.)
". . . . H-hey have you checked the journal yet?" (Isa says, to your rescue.)
"N-nope! I'll uh, do that!"
(You were thankful for the distraction. You looked around for a second and saw your new journal on the side table. You have a quick look through to see if there was anything new.)
(Two days ago you talked to Polaris, you remember that, Mal was around for that too. Yesterday it was, Null and Loop? A nasty combination. But by the looks of it, nothing bad happened! And they packed for you too! How sweet- huh?)
(The last note though, it was Mals writing. Written in the middle of the night. . . Oh.)
"O-oh-" (You let out.)
"Eeeeverything alright?"
"Y-yep! I was w-worried about packing but it looks like that's all dealt with!" (You lie, Mal didn't want to tell the family yet. It was asking you, and the others, if you should. You put a checkmark, they should know. . . Stars. . .)
(Someone new.)
(That was enough. You got dressed, put away the last few things that were left out, and stole a few glances at Isabeau. You put, the new presence to the back of your mind. Pun not intended.)
"All ready?" (Isa asks as you join him by the door.)
"You know it~" (You beam at him. The two of you opened the door and left. You could smell breakfast already-)
"Oh. Good morning." (It was a voice you recognized, but a little to the left. Turning, it was Vixul. Vixul?)
"Good morning!" (Isa boomed.) "Sleep well last night?"
"Like a stone." (Her face was more inquisitive, looking between you and Isa.) "Yourself?"
"Never better!" (Isa chuckled.)
"It's, good to see you again, Vixul." (You left a slight pause before her name, questioning.)
"Likewise." (She considered you two for a moment, then he smiled slightly.) "But between us? It's the first time you've met me. I'm Major, just, keep acting like I'm Vixul around everyone else."
"O-oh! Well, good to meet you, it's Siffrin."
"Still boring ol' Isabeau!"
"Heh." (He shook his head.) "You two are like a couple peas in a pod. Ready for breakfast?"
"Absolutely!! We all have a big walk ahead of us."
"A-actually-" (You need to ask him something.) "C-can, we catch up, after a sec?"
"Secret stuff?" (Isa makes a line across his mouth.) "Got it! I'll see ya downstairs."
(The two of you wait until Isa stomps down to join the others before Major turns to you.) "What's up, small fry."
"O-oh, well." (You were too nervous to be annoyed at the nickname.) ". . . I-I, checked, my book this morning. M-message from Mal, someone, new, uh-"
"May I see?" (He holds out a hand. You fish your book out of your endless pockets and hand it to him.) ". . . ."
". . . ."
". . . . Cool." (He handed the book back to you.) "Well, not cool but whatever. You're doing things right, just try and chat, distract them with hobbies, persecutors are. . ."
"I-I remember." (You nod, putting the book away.) "Just, worried that-"
"That you're not doing it right?" (He chuckled.) "You're doing great, small fry. C'mon, let's get food."
(He clears his throat and shakes his head, back in character- oh yeah!) "Vixul keeps her eye a bit more open, a-and smiles a bit more."
(He looks down at you, surprised.) ". . . 'Thought I was doing a good job."
"You were, I'm just an expert~" (You wink.)
(The two of you joined everyone else in the main lobby. Chairs and tables were moved around to make one big breakfast table. The whole Inn was here! Vixul and her group, you and yours, and, of course, Jan, who getting the last plates of food out of the kitchen before taking their own seat.)
"Here comes trouble." (You hear Polaris grumble.)
"If you take one I'll take the other." (Nille responded, grinning.)
"Making friends already, Pétronille? Are we not enough?" (Odile adds, she was reading Wrens book.)
"Not with Polaris, surely." (Wren responds in the same tone, he was reading Odiles.) "Careful, he bites."
"I DO NOT!" (Polaris responds, voice cracking.)
"Do too." ("Vixul" adds, sitting down. You took your seat next to Isa, too.)
"I DON'T!!"
"You do. Like a cat." (Wren rolls his eyes.)
"Hehe, no wonder he and Siffrin get along so well!" (Mira teases.)
"H-HUH?!?" (YOU JUST SAT DOWN?!?)
"It's true!" (Isa was smiling wide.) "Cuddly like a cat, too!!"
"Eeeewwww!" (Polaris made a jokey face. YOU sunk into your chair.)
"That tracks." (Wren smiles.) "Polaris is, too."
"H-HEY!!!" (No Pol was ALSO sinking into his chair. Everyone laughed.)
(The banter continued. Breakfast was delicious, as usual. Jan and Bonnie had worked together and the result was a feast to remember. Apparently, Vixuls group didn't have a good cook between them. Vixul was the best, and by best you mean 'passable.')
(Everyone had been getting to know eachother more, trading stories, woes, quips. There were smiles, laughter, embarrassment. . . You couldn't help but glance at Ramos, they were glancing back.)
"So you're off to Wolworth?" ("Vixul" asks.)
"Yup!" (Isa says after swallowing his bite.) "My buddy Ramos was raised there! We're off to visit them!"
"But after that?" (Nille punched her hand intimidatingly.) "We're gonna find those two and beat the crab outta them!"
(That gets a few cheers. Next, Mirabelle talks.) "What about you three?"
"Oh, uh. . ." ("Vixul" leans back in his chair.) "We're going to Jouvente, then Dormont, then once I've helped these two I'll leave for some other country, or continent. Dunno where yet."
"No settling down then?" (Mira follows up.)
". . . Nah, not yet. . ." (There's a hint of sadness, there.) ". . . Wren?"
"I have my own things to take care of." (He had closed the book at this point, but wasn't looking up from his plate.) "Once that's dealt with, I'll settle here."
"It's a nice country." (Ramos agrees.)
"Mhm. Polaris?"
"O-oh! Uh. . ." (Polaris looks away, thinking for a moment.) ". . . I dunno."
(He looked down at his food. There was a little silence before Wren sighed, and spoke up.) "You can settle with me, Polaris."
"H-huh?!?" (He looks up.) "You sure?"
"Just don't scratch the furniture." (Wren, and everyone else, laughs.)
(Breakfast went great. You finished up, and helped cleared for all of about 3 minutes until Mirabelle told you to sit down since you were still recovering. At which point, Wren turned and told her the exact same thing.)
(. . . . . You liked this little vacation.)
(You had, made friends here.)
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(That's everything.)
(Breakfast cleared, rooms made, things packed. The two groups of travelers took their time getting out the door. That was okay, you wanted to check one last thing. On one part of the wall, covered by a cloth, was that little sign.)
"Make a wish, check it thrice, stay here a while, don't mind the mice." (You smiled to yourself. What a cute little saying. You looked under the cloth, and it was still there. Still unreadable to all but you- huh? There's a fresh pair of nails in the wood next to the sign.)
"Just the fella I wanted to catch." (You look up, Jan the innkeeper was walking over with a new wood sign under her arm.)
"O-oh hey!" (You wave.) "Did, you need me for something?"
"Nah, just wanted to thank you properly. And put your little gift up." (They walked up to those fresh nails, and started putting the sign up.) "Real thoughtful, by the way."
"Whu- huh?" (You blink, confused.) "What do you. ."
"Don't remember? That's fine." (She got the sign up and stepped away.) "Either way, still looks good."
(The new addition was a wooden sign. It wasn't painted, but it was carved, carefully and with detail. The words on the sign were very familiar; "Make a wish, check it thrice, stay here a while, don't mind the mice.")
". . . Did, I make that?"
"Sure did. Just walked up, handed it to me, and walked away." (She let out a laugh.) "Heh, made me tear up all night. Gramps woulda' been proud."
(. . . That, sounded like Mal. Mal made that? For, for a stranger?)
". . . Take care of yourself, bud." (Jan turned and lightly punched you in the shoulder.) "If ya ever need a bed, I'll give you one without mice."
(You laughed, and said your goodbyes. Mal made that, you still couldn't believe it. . . But, at least now people would know what it means. You made your way out, being the last to join everyone.)
"That everyone?" (Isa asked.)
"No, I left Loop behind." (You stick your tongue out, he laughs.)
(You turned to "Vixuls" group of three, well, three-ish. You're smiling. There's an awkward silence before the inevitable.)
". . . Guess this is goodbye." ("Vixul" breaks the silence, grinning.) "Don't go loosing your head, alright?"
"Wouldn't dream of it!"
"Right back atchya!"
"No promises."
". . . Good luck, you three." (You were feeling, surprisingly emotional. You had only known these three for a week. Maybe two if you counted the loops. You were going to miss them.) "With, with everything."
". . Thank you, Siffrin." (Wren bows politely.) "I wish the same for all of you, as well."
"Oooh the w-word, careful with that."
"Ha, I'll be careful. . ."
(Polaris looks away, quiet. Wren sighs, and elbows him in the gut.)
"H-hey-! Uh. . ." (He looks to Wren, then to you, then away.) ". . ."
(. . . He stomps over to you and shoves something into your hand.) "Here." (He pouts, then walks back.) ". . . Thanks for, helping. The other day."
(You open your hand. One of his oversized needles was in it. You look up at him.) ". . . Good luck, Polaris. I, wont forget this."
[You got the PIN KNIFE.] [Very low damage, but doubles your speed, and your critical damage is quintupled!!] [You can see stars twinkle in the ball-point.]
". . . I wont, either." (His face softens, sinking into is own cloak a little.) ". . . For Navi."
". . . For Navi." (. . . On the highest peak. . .)
(. . . There was a moment of silence. You didn't acknowledge it; you didn't need to. . . Eventually, it had to be broken. With your last goodbyes said, the group of three headed off to their own travels. You waved back one last time, before turning to your own adventures; leading the group of seven.)
(Well, seven-ish.)
#HEHEHEHHEHHE END. OF ACT 2#isat#in stars and time#art#isat art#isat fanart#siffrin system au#isat au#isat spoilers#sifstem#isat siffrin#sifstem main story#isat isabeau#isat loop#vixul#wren#polaris#isat oc#isat fanfic
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Ch.21 Gonna regret being too honest
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Author's note: IM BACK!!! The semester finally ended and i can take a breather and write. I have various ideas on how to finish this story so I'm excited, hope all of you are too!!!
Warnings: Short chapter, i’m trying to get back into my writing mentality rn
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"Hello, Timothy" Y/n responded her phone. It had been such a beautiful day. She had had breakfast at Saraberth's with her sisters, a few meetings from her new internship, and had an appointment at the salon with Satine and Clara. And finally, her favorite person called as she was in the middle of soaking her feet during her pedicure with Satine and Clara to her sides.
"Last time I checked, my name was Timmy, was it not" He responded cheekily and laughed once he heard her giggle.
"That is correct, my apologies for the mistake, Timmyyyy" she said happily which caused her to best friends to look at each other and smile. They were imposible to hide. "Everything alright?"
"Yes, angel, I'm calling you cause I need the service of the wicked goddesses of mayhem, discord, and destruction of the Upper East Side for a case."
"Hmmm, I like that..the wicked goddesses of mayhem, discord, and devastation-"
"Destruction, but devastation surely counts too" Tim corrects making her laugh once more, "So, can you help us?"
"Ladies" she said, calling their attention, "ready for another scheme?"
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"So let me get this straight," After their appointment, the three girls stopped by Wayne Manor. Currently they were seated in one of the private living rooms. Satine and Clara sported each an expreso martini and sprawled in one of the couches. Y/n was sitting in the other side of the sporting a glass of water with Tim leaning against her chair behind her, "You want us, to use our intellect, status, influence, and power to help you and your client, whoever they are, uncover if Senator Jonesy has any connections to the new cargo shipments of......reality distorsion serums from Scarecrow?" Clara cleared up.
"Precisely, it is safe to assume his daughter has been quite a big fan of you three for the longest of times and your names have a susbstancial amount of weight in her group of friends and that you have information on his not so ethical behavior in a club?" Tim answers and the three of them nod.
"That is correct, he was one of the many men who were in the club we broke into in our second year of university when I wanted to see if it was true he had a side piece and blackmail him into erasing some evidence of Clara's party" said Satine
"So are you in?" He asked once again
"What's in it for us? We know why Y/n would do you a favor but why us?" debated Clara, ever the calculating one.
"I was sure you'd ask that question. Wayne Enterprises will guarantee access to a unique fashion line we are starting. We offer your collaboration as a designer, Clara, and a guarantee of being center stage star model at all of our shows, Satine." Tim assured. Both girls seemed delighted by the idea and agreed offering their hands for a handshake. Tim walked around Y/n and shook their hands.
"Well, we have some scheming to do, no time is better than now. You'll be sent every single piece of information we find, pleasure doing buisness with you" Said Clara standing up, followed by Satine.
"An absolute pleasure, we'll contact you, bye bye!" Satine waved as she departed, leaving Y/n and Tim alone.
"I could almost see the devil horns sprouting at the prospects of scheming" Tim said with a laugh sitting next to the young girl, making her laugh and nod.
"We haven't had a good one in a while, they are bloodthristy"
"No,no, I can see that" he assured making her laugh even louder.
"So is this mysterious associate who is need of this information my good friend Red Robin by any chance?" she asked and he nodded. A thought as random as it was came to his head and he knew he shouldn't be doing this but-
"Wanna see the cave?" he asked, lacking a better judgment, "Everyone is out and we'd have the place to oursleves". Seeing the excited gleem in her eyes gave him the answer he needed.
-•-
"It LITERALLY is a cave!! Tim, oh my...this is fantastic"
He was giving her a tour of it and couldn't help but smile. She really was the cutest human being he had ever encountered. "That was the lab and the training area, this is what we call the batcomputer, the batmobile, the-"
"Bruce was lacking in creativity I can see huh?"
He burst out laughing and nodded, "We have ALL said the same thing once we are shown for the first time. Ah and this is where we place the weapons and the suits" He lead her to the weaponry and exhibition rooms. He showed her every single suit, from the summer editions to the winter ones. Finally, they sat on a table near the area, talking about anything and everything, Tim telling her stories of grand adventures and dumb adventures with his sibblings and teams. As he was halfway through one of them racing with grocery shopping carts one particular boring patrol night, Y/n saw one of their spare masks on the distance and reached to grab it. She gently placed in on making him pause and admire her.
"You can actually see with these?!?" she asked making him laugh, "Yeah, how else do you think we are able to fight, angel" he says.
"You have it a little crooked, here let me help" He stands up and steps between her legs to fix it. She places her hands softly on his waist as she takes a moment to take him in.
"And...there, you have it correctly placed" He says softly, placing his hands on either side of her, leaning a little bit foward.
"How do I look?" she asks softly, faces inches from his
"Hot" He answers shamelessly cheking her out, "I'd let you save me any day"
"Oh yeah?"
"Mhmm, definitely. Would even get myself in trouble to purposely meet you"
"My my, Timothy, who knew you were such a flirt"
"Mhmm" It was the best he could say when she was sitting looking delicious as ever. They stayed quiet for a moment, just admiring each other. He took it to carresing her cheek and the started getting closer to almost having their lips touch. "Y/n..."
"Yeah?" she said breathlessly
"I love you" He whispered before he smashed his lips onto hers.
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Hero, Villain God 29
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*Pearl's pov*
Mumbo is pretty nice to talk to, you aren't an expert in machines but you do know a lot about a lot of subjects and he is really passionate about his work and interests. Him being secretly a villain hardly bothers you considering you are too and so are Scott and Cleo but it is something you keep in mind when he talks about his projects, he describes them as very simple useless machines but you know they aren't.
The thing that interests you the most though is how close he is to Grian, you don't think either of them know how attached they are... You doubt Grian understands humanity enough and to be honest no offense but Mumbo seems pretty oblivious when it comes to more emotional stuff... You can't exactly blame either of them for being dense but it makes for a very fun dynamic.
Mumbo does eventually leaves and you and Grian are back to looking at eachother in silence...well, until Grian speaks. He definitely did not get his title if god of chaos by being quiet.
"Soooo, you said we needed to find a place with no one listening in."
Right, he still owes you an explanation for what happened. He promised it. You are also prepared for him to not tell you everything like last time. And what can you do about that? Look into his mind? No way, even if he wasn't one of the most powerful gods in existance you still wouldn't touch that mess with a ten meter pole.
"I did, want to tell me everything this time aroun?"
"Your place again?"
You think about that, summoning him to the plane of wisdom could make it easier to coax details from him...on the other hand you can't miss the opportunity to learn more about his plane. A plane nobody except him has been in in millions of years.
"Hmmm... It might be better to go to yours instead"
"Are you ...sure?"
"Yes, I wouldn't have suggested it if I didn't mate"
He is silent for a few seconds.
"... Alright! Follow me!"
You do, the moment you are out of sight from anyone he grabs you and the two of you are gone.
You expected something like this, as you open your eyes you are standing on a cube floating in space. Around you are floating steps and pillars and cubes and objects from various eras. You see Grian sitting sideways on a five legged chair as a blue flamingo with an elphant trunk pours him a glowing liquid you are pretty sure is lava. You parkour through the floating steps to reach him... He's being extra on purpose.
*Grian's pov*
You thought Pearl would be horrified but she just seems annoyed at the clutter...or at you... probably both.
"What are you thinking of? Want some lava? I even got some spiders in the back?"
"You know, you could really use a cleaning lady...also, no. I'm good."
"Nah, I have no clue what you are talking about, the most organized I have ever seen it."
You say that as you shoo away a storm of blood drinking dog-sized butterflies from going after the flamingophant. You of course use your time vortex frisbee to do so, you aren't an animal after all.
". . .Are you sure mate?"
"Yep"
"If you say so, you have enough random stuff here to create a black hole"
"That actually did happen once, real big mess, I'll tell you about that one day."
"Right, talking about telling me things... Getting that explanation would be appreciated mate"
"Oh yeah, didn't want to sit and do a speech."
"And you decided this was the best plan?"
"Yep"
"... Ok then, second question. Grumbot? I have seen him in Mumbo's memory but he doesn't know everything, does he? Of how he's involved."
"Oh yeah. Grumbot was powered by my energy so he's my child...and a god."
"And you didn't tell me last time, why?"
"I forgot."
". . . Ok then... Well do you have anything else to say?"
You do have something else actually!
"Yeah, what happened to you earlier?"
"Do you mean when I was reading Mumbo's mind?"
"Yes, that"
She just sighs.
"... That was Scarlet Pearl creeping in, it happens sometimes."
Ohh yeah, the corruption. That would have been bad with Mumbo there...You notice that her eye has started glowing red again.
"We have to go back now Grian"
"Already?""
Do you have anything else to say you haven't told me?"
...
"No?"
"Then It's best, I have something I have to do."
And like that you are put, how rude.
As Pearl leaves to do whatever she is going to do you check off this meeting from your mental checklist. Looking at it...well, imagining it, next thing on the list is... Dealing with the fallout of the whole situation... Especially with Scar's feelings.
Yikes, you really wanted to avoid that for just a bit longer... Hopefully he won't be too upset with what happened.
You know he's probably going to be.
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Radioapple concept? I'm your biggest fan!
Alastor surveyed the shelf of books. He hummed, unsure of which one to indulge in next. He’d already finished all of Sherlock's books. But he wasn’t privy to any of these other authors. He tilted his head at a passing librarian, “excuse me, miss.” The woman paused, “Would you have a recommendation for a good mystery novel? I can’t seep to find one after Sherlock.”
She smiled, “sure.” She said walking beside him. She reached her hand up trailing her fingers along the spines of the books. “Hmmm…here’s you go,” she said plucking one out from the shelf. “This is one of my favorites at least. But Its a pretty good one.”
“Thank you.”
“Your welcome, let me know if you need anything else.” She said smile before walking away.
Alastor peered at the book in his hand. He turned it over to read the description on the back. He flinched when he felt something tug at the hem of his shirt. He looked down, surprised to find a small blonde-haired girl at his leg. He blinked down at her, “um…hello little one?” He said confused. Where were her parents?
When he spoke something in her eyes seemed to light up. A wide jovial grin spread across her round face. “It is you!” She said loudly. A few other patrons looked in his direction and he smiled nervously in regards to them. “Its you I knew it!”
“Charlie!” A voice came from around the corner soon after. Alastor peered up just in time for a short white man to dart around the corner of a bookshelf. His hair was the same shade of blonde as the girls. Ah, her father. His eyes scanned only briefly before finding her. He walked over quickly, “ah I am so so so so SO sorry!” He said picking up his daughter quickly and holding her in his arms.
“Its quite alright.” Alastor replied, pushing down a small wrinkle in his shirt the girl made.
Before the man could lecture his daughter she was tugging on his shirt now. “Daddy daddy look!” She pointed at Alastor. Nearly tumbling out of her fathers grasp. “It's the man from the radio!” She said gleefully.
Alastor raised his brow, understanding now.
“You can’t just run off like that.” He turned to Alastor, “again I am so sorry. She’s just a big fan of that radio show you do.” He paused, “uh…your the one who does it, right?”
Alastor's eyes smile widened a little, a ping of annoyance growing in his chest at the mans comment. “Why yes,” he reached his hand out. “I’m Alastor, pleasure to meet you little lady.” The small girl grinned with stars in her eyes as she grabbed Alastor’s much larger hand with two of her own and shook it. “And yes I am the host of that famous radio show.”
"I'm your BIGGEST fan!" The little girl declared. With a big grin.
Alastor grinned back. "How sweet." He paused, “I presume you are the girl's father?” He took his hand away even though the girl was still shaking it.
“Ah yes, my name's Lucifer.” He readjusted the girl in his arms so she was sitting on his bicep. “And this is my daughter, Charlie.”
“Hi!” She beamed.
Alastor pondered the name for a moment, “Lucifer hm? Quite an interesting name.”
The man blinked, “oh is it? Yeah I guess it is.” He laughed. “Guess it's not normal to be named after Satan haha.”
“Indeed.” Alastor said quaintly. He glanced at his watch. “Well it was a pleasure to meet you little lady,” He looked at Charlie “and you as well.” He nodded to Lucifer. “But I must really be off now.”
“Bye bye! Come back soon!” Charlie waved at Alastor as he took a step back and waved back. As he walked away he sighed heavily.
Lucifer...he knew that name. The name of the man from the wealthy side of New Orleans. Wouldn't be a bad idea to get in his good graces. He smiled.
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Malevolent part 48 spoilers live blog
Oooooh I’ve heard good things about this episode
Starting off strong with Arthur coughing his lungs up
BLOOD?! TUBERCULOSIS
Spooky hallwayyyyy
John is gonna take the lead this episode it seems
Ooooh more people?
Oh someone is speaking!
Kinda thought they would all have sewn lips
Who’s that?
This is more characters in one space at a time
Moreeeeeeee voicessss
Bro just straight up dying and these guys don’t bat an eye
Oooh ok so they’re all waiting
“Speaking of sick, who are you?”
Gerard? A vin- a what?
A WEEK??
So much for being late
Oooh I’m liking these voices
He sounds like s1 Arthur
Friendly Friar
I am gonna lose track of these characters so quick
Forgotten all their names already
Oh my god Arthur
There’s so much talking this is really different (not in a bad way)
Get a snack Arthur PLEASE
The witch?
Oh wait that guy is French
Spooky lady at the bottom of the stairs…
Slay the princess reference omg
I love this music
Who is this
This is making me think of the green knight
I actually do kinda need this layout refresher it’s hard to keep track
Hmmmm many characters to ask
Lengwood does not like him BHAHAHAH
EWWW
John is in support mode hehe
I do kinda like this character he’s interesting
Are they gonna get picked off one by one
“It’s only death” Arthur like “yes indeed, I died just the other day!”
I’m very curious about this Everard now
Hmmm well John and Arthur are seeking answers
Ah he knows… maybe
Ooh that’s ominous
Oooh someone is coming……….
Everard?
Modern… interesting
Oooh this is so ominous I’m loving this
“No issue navigating” interesting…
Something about the way he says consonants scratches my brain
Seems Arthur fits the Warren role well
Mmm an architect
“Short while” BEHHAHAHS that feels like a roast ngl
So we have a friar, warren, architect, doctor (?), anstronomer
These guys are gonna be a big help me thinks…
“Visions the others cannot comprehend” want a bet
Ooooh what will it be
Black stone teehee
“I am not affiliated with the order?” Order of the fallen star?
Yep
Arthur accidentally getting himself drawn into a cult smh
Tomorrow night… well that’ll be next episode I assume
Arthur is probably gonna try take it… maybe
Uh they can’t give him the ring from the order hmmm
Loving that they’re working with non verbal communication as apposed to IGNORING EACHOTHER
Uh oh…
Making note of the scars
Ngl Arthur that’s not the BEST excuse
Ah they’re stuck with eachother for a bit
Hope those walls are soundproof…
John was doing a description!
Mmm yeah I wonder what getting evolved with great ones would do to your faith…
Calling him a heathen HAHA
Arthur is back in the game YEAAAAH
Well maybe…
One of these guys is gonna get murdered FOR SURE
They’re going to pick eachother off
John needs to NOT sleep tonight he’s gonna need to play watch dog
Arthur admitting he’s not ok? Wow who’da thought. Character development!
Who’s moving around
“Sit” “it helps me think” I liked that little exchange idk
Why are you talking about football
He’s trying to get them to fight for it?
Mmmmm so it’s a test?
CALLLLLLLED IT
Murder mystery!!!
Who got murdered?
You think John suspects the power won’t work anymore?
It didn’t with the witch…
Or maybe he’s just nervous to go through it
Man they’re all pointing fingers smh
Ooooh it’s a who done it heheheh
RIP Lengwood
Friar might have done it but he could be a red herring
Well that’s a bloody murder you would get a little blood on you for that
These guys would not solve shit without Arthur
Common interest…
Ah ok order stuff
Devious devious
Ah the ring!!
Arthur can use their’s if necessary
Well shouldn’t you look at Lengwood’s corpse?
Yes yes
OH FUCK
You two need to get rid of that ring
ARTHUR YOU’RE MAKING YOURSELF LOOK SUSPICIOUS
AURGHHHHHH
Arthur has an alibi but you lot can’t hear him!
Friar answered way too quick
“Don’t you mean again” BHAHAHHAHA
John is reluctant to touch the body… does the power not work anymore..?
Ditch the ring!!! Ditch it!! You don’t need it!! Or hide it in your shoe or some shit
SHOE PUT IT IN YOUR SHOE
WHY DID HE JUST DUMP IT
Barnabus jumpscare
Why you grabbing him like that stop that
This guys is a bit creepy
These guys have a guilty before innocent thing
“He studies your face with a cleverness. It’s hidden slightly, behind the veneer of alcohol” nice line I like that
They’re gonna buddy up?
There’s gonna be a brawl or something
Arthur you’re toeing a dangerous line
Everard WANTS you guys to be picked off, he’s not a good alibi
“I’m excited for you to see” the dead body????
Cool chapel? Sounds like it could be?
Oh Lengword woods
“His body is sprawled upon the steps, face to the side in grotesque tableau of agony. His face wears a horrible scream.” Great imagery goddamn
No ring… damn
You guys are bad at investigating stuff
Yeah they’re gonna wanna check your bag probably
How would they explain away Yorick?? “Hey sorry yeah that’s just my severed head, he’s chill dw”
Why is Elia on body disposal duty
Bro is poking at Baranabus BHAHAHAH get FUCKED
Loving the non-verbal communication between these two
What IS Arthur doing
HE’S GONNA PLANT IT. Or something similar
Oh Arthur you sneaky SNEAKY bastard
Clever clever
Everard just dipped BAHHAHHA
I know this is just how Arthur is in his element but also he fits the Warren role
So much for touching the body…
Why do people keep asking him if he’s a good person
Kayne? Horig? Or maybe the KiY??
Omg wait maybe is it Horig…
He was taken to the dreamlands?? Maybe…
OH WHAT THE FUCK
Why’d he do that?
Horrifying imagery, love it
BAHAHA HE’S JUST FLOATING
Well you missed your opportunity
“All you worship the way I do” ehhh Arthur not so much
Dang Everard is a horrid host
So someone else might die overnight
Your alibi really ditched you BAHHAHA
So Barnabus did do it? Maybe
Oooooh black stone next episode!!
#malevolent#malevolent podcast#arthur lester#john doe malevolent#malevolent spoilers#malevolent part 48
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Love Unplugged- Pezzy x F!reader
Summary: QNA before TwitchCon
TW: Established relationship, kissing, Sly, cursing, if i missed anything lmk <3
“Chat, since this is the last stream before Twitchcon, ___ and I thought it would be an idea to do a mini, relationship Q&A with yall.” Pezzy suggested the idea “Would y’all like that? Like get to know us and __ more?”
Chatuser: YEA
chatter2:Hell yeah
Chattsuser: pepeyes
Mod2: how are we doing this?
Userchatter: Mmmm
Mod3: any limits? What are we deleting?
___users: Nothing super weird, nothing stupid like ssn and credit card info. dont be annoying
“Yeah, what ___ said.” Pezzy agreed wholeheartedly with ___. “Babe, come on in the office-oh anyway before you come in; can you bring me some water?”
___user: yeah, lemme get some real clothes on
While ___ was getting ready, Pezzy was chatting a bit with chat trying to get a grasp of what the sea of questions were going to look like. Some chatters were already being weird, thankfully the mods were on top of everything tonight for the ending segment.
With the chat buzzing with excitement, I entered Pezzy’s office with Sly in my arms, smiled widely and began reading the questions aloud. “Alright, fam! Let’s see what you have for us. Remember, no question is too weird,” I chuckled
“Let’s start with something simple-Oo like how did y’all meet?”___ Blank read outloud. “We meet officially through Mr. ElasticDroid with one of the late night Discord sessions, right?” I asked uncertainty, turning towards Pezzy.
“Yeah, I slightly remember it, I believe it was the night where it was you, Simple, Ash, Grizzy, Droid, Tuxi and I were all on call. I think that was when you told Droid all the “hot gossip” and that's when I was like “yep she's mine” Pezzy divided into more details for chat. ”Oh my god, it was because it was the night he went “Buzz Buzz Bitch” and clapped back with “You keep buzzing but you aint gonna get an answer.”
“Oh my-Yes! It was that night where I was invited to more chats, cause y’all, as in you chat, wanted more of me clapping back on the boys, mostly Ash.” I was enjoying the trip down memory lane filled with nostalgia.
As the chat filled up with laughter and fun inquiries, question after question brought out their playful banter and candidness.
“Why do you think opposites attract?” one user typed. I shot a glance at Pezzy with a wry smile. "Well, maybe it's because Pezzy keeps my dark heart light,” she teased, watching Pezzy feign shock before grinning back.
“Yeah, and ___ keeps my chaotic life grounded,” Pezzy added, smirking as Sly curled his tail around Pezzy's wrist, as if he approved of the sentiment.
“Here’s a fun one- ‘What song would describe your relationship the best?” Pezzy read outloud with a thinking face, “Hmmm, it's an old throwback for us, “My love” by Justin Timberlake. As cringy as this sounds but it's true; “Ain’t another woman that can take your spot”. Pezzy included an explanation.
“You know, I will have to go with Just Can't Get Enough by the Black Eyed Peas.” I say with some secrets not needing to be revealed to the public. “I would go deeper like Pezzy....” I explained with a smile and wink to the camera. “If y’all hear the lyrics there's no need for one.”
BigPuffer: stop cappin ___ its Friends Don’t -bigpuffer gf’s
“Girl shhh, but you know it's true now that I am thinking of it.” I started with my hand rubbing Sly from head to the tip of her tail. “I like that question, Who spoils who more? Does Pezzy spoil me more?” I read to Pezzy
“Well this can go two ways with us, I spoil her more with small or big gifts. She spoils me more, like cooking and more housing chores. This is gonna sound bad, but she will agree with me, she spoils me by being a homebody but still working a lot!” Pezzy explains to chat. “Chat, y’all dont understand this lady right here spoils the fuck out of me with food.”
“I’ll agree to disagree, in both worlds we spoil each other on the same level.” I said with a shrug of shoulders nonchalantly. “Oo to stay on the topic of food or cooking. What's your favorite way to spend a weekend together?” I chuckled as Sly bounced with my small belly laugh.
"Cooking, definitely! I whip up some magic in the kitchen, and Pezzy always gets to be my charming taste tester." Pezzy nodded enthusiastically, "Best job in the world, honestly. Especially when it’s Bella’s famous spicy enchiladas."
As the chat grew, questions evolved from the cute and quirky to a bit more serious, like, “How about we knock a couple questions out at once, I keep seeing “how old are you?” “How long have we been dating? Also, a weird question of age gap?” Pezzy read out to me, with a weird offended face, “Age gap? That's a weird one guys.” I stated, fluffing up Sly’s fur.
“I’m 26, Pezzy is 27, a year and a half gap, and how long have we been together?” Looking at Pezzy, thinking back on dates, racking my brain for a number. “We have been friends for 2 to 3 years, so we have been dating for 2ish years?” I asked thinking about to numbers out loud
“Yeah, that seems right babe- Guys don't come for her not remembering, we know what date we met so we celebrate then but we don't put a number on it. Hell I don't remember but 2 years seems right.” Pezzy explained to chat so they dont hate on us. “We are happy like this, so no need to be assholes.”
“I seen a couple normal ones, who’s my favorite music artist? I really like Kali Uchis, and Tyler the Creator. I saw him in concert and Jesus, I would love to go again and meet him.” I gushed with passion for their music.
The evening flowed, and laughter echoed as they answered questions about their favorite memories, their worst cooking disasters, and how they navigated life's challenges together. Each story offered a glimpse into their lives, painting a picture of love that was both exhilarating and earnest, layered with the complexity of their differences, yet united in a common goal: to support one another.
“How many languages does ___ speak?” Pezzy read to me, while giving me puppy eyes so he can show me off for a bit to chat.
“Dos, two. I speak English and Spanish. Spanish was my first language so you’ll hear it come out more than often,” I explained “But recently, I’m learning a third one. I’m still learning how to speak Droid. I swear to god guys I still don't know what that motherfucker is saying or meaning after 4 plus years.” I joked around, letting Sly jump out of my arms into Pezzy’s.
“Ooh babe what about this one, “We will meet ___ at Twitchcon?” Pezzy asked me while still looking at his screen, as chat exploded at that one. “Maybe, I don't like crowds that much. I usually hangout with the other girlfriends, most like BigPuffers; or I am at the hotel chilling– But you know what chat? I'll make this deal, right now, if Pezzy gets more than 50 subs by the end of stream, I’ll join the meet up on the last day. Does that sound like a good deal, chat?” I integrated chat.
By the end of the session, they were exploring the question that would leave an indelible mark on their followers' hearts: “What’s the best advice you’d give to couples?” I leaned closer to Sly and said, “Never stop being yourselves, and make sure to communicate openly. And… keep a cat around. It helps!”
Pezzy nodded, adding, “And don’t forget to laugh—sometimes it’s the little moments that mean the most.” The essence of their love radiated through their words, a resonance that lingered long after the stream had ended.
As they wrapped up the Twitch session and began to unwind, I looked over at Pezzy, my heart swelled with warmth. “You know, I never expected to find my other half through a video session,” I said, stroking Sly's fur as if to affirm the bond they all shared. Pezzy smiled back, our eyes glimmering with that same spark from that fateful night. "Neither did I, but I’m glad I did."
“Babe, you do know that you’re gonna join us at Twitchcon? I've gotten 75 subs since.” Pezzy said with a smirk. “Fuck.”
#frouse#pezzy#bigpuffer#elasticdroid#fanfic#frog house#grizzy#twitch streamer x reader#youtuber x reader#pezzy x reader#pezzy fanfic#pezzy x you#pezzy fanart
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