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[urlocalwormtoday]

Creation word list PART 1

(link to part two)

Niki's QSMP stream - Thursday, January 18th, 2024 :

"We are not done yet." x3 (He says this as soon as he sees Niki for the second time)

"Take me to shells." x2

"Shells."

"Shells now."

"Small little shells."

"Main shells."

"Your shell." (Speaking to Niki)

"Pancake shell." (Still speaking to Niki, now talking about Em)

"Friend for now."

"Please." (Was told the eggs were in an area he couldn't access/wasn't allowed in)

"Make right for my wrong."

"To the shells."

"You-you, are-are; shellkeeper." (Longer pause between the second 'are' and 'shellkeeper')

"You-you, are-are, shellkeeper." (Talking to/about Niki)

"Good news."

"Where is shells now?"

"Disappointed." (Was told, again, he couldn't see them)

"Keeper, I am; disappointed."

"Keeper, I am disappointed in you."

"It will be okay."

"It would be okay." x3

"We would be okay."

"You would be okay." x2

"The shells would be okay." (Is he trying to convince her??)

"Why are you worried?"

"Must point." (After being asked why he wanted to see the eggs in the first place (strange little power seen before, whoever he points at seems to disconnect) )

"Must point again."

"Fear not shellkeeper, it is safe."

"Here, there, everywhere."

"Here; there; everywhere." (Much longer pauses)

"Thank you dear shellkeeper."

"Shellkeeper, why?" (After being laughed at briefly)

"I thought; friend, no?"

"You do not seem sure." (After Niki assured him that they were friends)

"I can point at you if needed, keeper." (Unsure if this is a threat or an offer)

"Why?" (After being told by Niki that she would get nervous/upset if he did)

"I will be fine, what are you?" x2

"Promise me, dear keeper." (After Niki assured him she was fine as well)

"I will be fine, you will be fine."

"Shells please." x4

"Sick." (After being denied access to the eggs AGAIN)

"Sick you will be." x2

"I will not hurt you."

"Never." x2 (After being asked if he would hurt the eggs)

"Good news." (After being asked why he was here)

"Very good news."

"Only one very." (Correcting Niki)

"Please quote me correctly."

"Forgiven." (After Niki said sorry)

"Chunk." (After being asked where he was from, the word itself most likely referring to the Tubchunk)

"Unimportant." x3 (He was asked a multitude of questions, "are you from the tubchunk", "do you know tubbo", "are you tubbo", "is this what tubbos been working on", so I'm unsure which ones he's answering to)

"Unimportant." (I would usually group this with the one above considering they're the same word within a short span of time, but this one was spoken right after Niki asked what he wanted to do with the eggs)

"Unimportant."

"I am important." x2

"Why must you hurt me? Why must you hate me? Why must you? Do I need this? Is this for me? Do I need pain? Am I important?" (After he couldn't find a way to the eggs)

"We are not done yet." (Now talking to Empanada, who warped to them)

"Shell." x3 (Still talking to Em)

"Shell, I must share news." x2

"Are you important?" (Asking Em)

"Shell, are you important?"

"In everything?" (After being told that Em is important to her friends and family)

"What is everything to you?"

"So you are important?"

"This is good." (After being given an "I guess so" from Em in response to his previous question)

"I wish one day to be important like you are."

"Important." x4 (After being told he is important. The last two "important"s are said strangely, so I'm not sure if he's saying "I important" or just "important")

"I point out." x4

"I point now."

"Please be pointed at." (He says this just before pointing at and disconnecting Em)

"Thank you shellkeeper."

"In 60 seconds." (After being asked to bring Em back)

"Are you important, shellkeeper?"

"Perfect." (After Niki tells him she thinks everyone is important, after saying this he would bring Em back)

"Are to/too/two are important./?" (It's very hard to decipher what he says here, so I'm unsure if this is a statement or a question or otherwise)

"Thank you." (After Em tells him that the Morning Crew and Sunny loves him (she didn't know he wasn't Tubbo at the time))

"I am so pleased."

"What is king?" x3 (After Em calls him king)

"Need a home." (After Niki asked him if there was anything he wanted/needed)

"For important."

"Please do not talk of; creator." (After Em asks if he's Tubbo or someone else)

"Shell." x2 (Trying to get Em's attention)

"Do not tell creator." (Creator = Tubbo)

"Outside must not; be on here." (Unsure whether or not he says "be on here" or "beyond here")

"Creator will not be mad, just will have to start over."

"When start over, I end." (I assume it's either like a full reset and then completely remaking the code, or a factory reset that wipes any memories or anything else)

"I end forever."

"I am important."

"I do not want to end."

"Let's go somewhere." (He says this before he starts walking off)

"Not finished; I struggle." (I assume he's referring to himself being most likely 'incomplete')

"The jump, keeper." (After Niki asks what he struggles with)

"You, keeper."

"I struggle with jump."

"Must not wet." (He says this after he sees a river, so I assume he's a robot of some kind)

"No fear but scar."

"Indeed." (After being asked by Niki if the water hurts him)

"Indeed." (Repeated after Niki asks him if he knows where he's going)

"It hurts; my feet." (After he sits down on the beach and his feet are dangling in the water)

"Indeed." (Confirming he feels better after Niki places scaffolding under his feet so they aren't touching the water anymore)

"You are sick?"

"I could tell." (Niki was sick during this and he says this after she confirms that she is sick. Also I hope she feels better soon <33)

"I said you would become sick."

"No, I just knew." (After Niki asks if he got her sick)

"Unimportant." (After being asked how he knew)

"Creator; and shells." (After being asked what is important)

"Only one is not." (Talking about the eggs)

"Unimportant." (He was asked two different questions before he answered, so I'm not sure which one he was answering to, "which shell isn't important?" or "are you here to protect the eggs?")

"The shell that is not." (Niki asks him again, "which shell isn't important", and he seems to dodge the question)

"I do." (When asked if he knows the name of the egg that isn't important)

"No." (When asked if he could give Niki the name of the egg)

"Must not." (When he was asked why he can't give the name)

"Priority of protection is private." (When he was asked again why he couldn't give the name)

"Some come first, some come after."

"Creator says the list must not release."

"Unimportant." (When asked if he is here to protect the eggs)

"To some." (After Niki said "I think it's very important")

"Purpose." (After being asked if it is unimportant to him)

"Please do not ask of the list."

"Feelings will hurt if so."

"Shell feelings." (After Niki asked for clarification on who's feelings, insinuating the list is private partially because the eggs might get upset if they find out who's first and/or last)

"Yes." x14 (Said very, VERY fast and in quick succession in response to Niki asking him if there was any way she could help)

"Unable to agree."

"Yes." x14 (Said very fast again when asked if there was a conflict)

"One is equal to one, shell does not equal shell."

[superhoeva]

awkward!simon/pharmacy au part two | part one

"i never got to thank you for your help."

simon jumps out of his lean against the side of the building, cursing under his breath when the cigarette tucked between his fingers falls dumbly to the ground. gulping, he glances at you before averting his stare to settle somewhere on your cheek.

not your eyes, but close enough.

"s'not a problem," he nods slowly, mind blanking on what else he could say. he catches how you shift, unsure of what to do with the silence he's forced to let linger. biting the inside of his lip, simon clears his throat. "'uh, yeah. glad i could help."

you give him a small, bashful smile in return of his words and the man nearly stops breathing. he feels his face flushing once again, and he's lucky you're nice enough to not say anything about it.

more silence. you and simon squirm when you accidentally make eye contact before quickly looking away to the nearest anything. his stare lands on the bag in your grasp, filled with those damn pills and the few other items he saw you pluck from the shelves when you'd caught his eye at least ten minutes before reluctantly asking him for help.

the nerve's rattling simon soon grate into a prickly annoyance. god, you having to waste your money on something like that for someone that simon's certain is sticking it in someone else is nipping away at his sense. chest puffing as he takes in a sigh, his index finger scratches a random spot as the back of his head as he grumbles.

"wish there was somethin' i could do t' help. gorgeous thing like you shouldn't suffer over some bloke like that..."

gorgeous. did he just say gorgeous? he must've based on the gobsmacked fucking look on your face.

shit. he's fucked–and not just because his insides flutter at how wide your eyes are and how satisfying your lips look when they're parted in surprise.

simon blinks at you, eyes reading of horror and a hint of panic. when you open your mouth to sputter out a reply, the man turns and makes a b-line for the side door of the pharmacy that's a few feet away.

employees only is plastered across it and you need to know the code to press on the keypad to unlock it and get in, so there's no way you can follow after him and his red cheeks. great.

what's not so great is how foolishly simon's fingers mash into the buttons as he attempts to escape. it takes two times of the buzzer letting him know he's wrong before he can finally think slowly enough to remember the correct order of the four numbers.

simon sends you one last breathless glance and already knows that the dumbfounded look still plastered across your face–the look that has all his blood rushing downward–is going to haunt him for the rest of the day. he slips back into the pharmacy's supply room, the door clanging loudly behind him.

the man collapses back-first against the metal with a huff, one of his hands reaching to wipe at his eyes.

nice. you think he's nice?

"fuck," he whispers thickly to himself, glancing down and grunting at just how noticeable his bulge is becoming as his mind floods with the thought of you; your lips. your watery eyes. your sweet words. all of you. squeezing at his cock through his pants, he hisses at the throb it generates.

glancing at a nearby clock, simon's thinks. whether the six minutes he has before john will probably come looking for him are enough or not, simon couldn't care less.

he doesn't even bother unzipping his pants, slinking a hand into his waistband with little shame. his eyes roll at the way his palm slicks right over his head, and simon grinds into the feeling with a pleased huff.

good thing he skipped wearing underwear today. and thank fuck he threw on his darker jeans.

© 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐚

[kirkwallsquad]

favorite da2 battle lines in no particular order

i'm listening to a compilation by danaduchy on youtube rn so

literally every fenris line bcs everyone else is YELLING and he's just speaking in his regular quiet-ish voice. king what are you saying i can't HEAR YOU

except for when hawke goes down. THEN he's loudly upset.

"hawke's down! time to panic!" (isabela)

"the tame elf is down" (varric - what the fuck omg don't call fenris that)

"your pet elf has fallen" (carver - WHAT THE FUCK OMG DON'T CALL FENRIS THAT)

"that moody mage is down" (aveline)

"ugh, can someone pick up fenris please?" (merrill)

"isabela's on the ground... appropriately" (aveline - HELLO?!?!?!?)

"merrill! oh, blood mages are so dramatic" (isabela)

"aveline has fallen?" (fenris - why is this a question babe)

"they got whatshisname, the mage" (varric - i continue to believe he doesn't know anders' name until act 3)

"the dwarf has dropped a few more feet" (sebastian)

"dear varric, please learn to parry. love, your innards" (varric)

"do you have something for this, because it hurts" (carver)

"even my teeth hurt" (anders)

"i've got so many bruises now they've got names and families" (merrill)

"ugh, i have dirt in my mouth" (sebastian)

"you're going to let me walk around injured?" (carver)

"being close to death is very bad for my morale" (isabela)

sebastian describes his wounds as "oozing" or "seeping" more than once

"i know dalish are meant to be close to the earth, but we don't mean literally" (merrill)

"i'm alright, who needs kidneys anyway" (isabela)

"hawke. varric. i think this is bad." (merrill)

"stop being you and fix me up" (carver - BABY. BABY BROTHER.)

"that really gets the blood flowing" but also "i will fight and pray for forgiveness later" but also "this is much more exciting than the chantry!" (sebastian - what is wrong with you <3)

"my face is not a shield!" (hawke)

"and they say drinking doesn't solve anything" (isabela)

"haawke i can't mooove" (sebastian)

"i'm too far away, what do you want me to do? shout at them?" (isabela)

"i'd have to fly to reach! of course, i've always wanted to learn to fly" (merrill - she's literally the funniest person ever)

"alas, no" (fenris)

"my faith is my armor! my cause is my shield!" (sebastian)

"if we kill them, we get their stuff!" (isabela)

"andraste's knees, it's like herding cats!" (isabela)

"AFRAID YET?!" (anders)

"RUN! WHILE YOU CAN!" (anders - he's so loud i love him)

"another one for me! how many have you gotten, hawke?" (varric)

"ah. a shame that you're going to die, no?" (fenris)

"you. me. and an audience. that's what this is all about!" (carver)

"may the creators have mercy on you! i certainly won't." (merrill)

"destructive forces of nature, coming up!" (anders)

"suck on a fireball!" (anders)

"NEVER TAUNT A MAGE!!!" (anders)

"a thrust, now a parry" (fenris)

"i'm gonna taunt you in elvish now! durgen'len! aravel! vallaslin!" (merrill)

"hello, i'm merrill, and i'll be your distraction." (merrill)

"I'LL SHOW YOU WHY MAGES ARE FEARED!!!" (anders)

"maker please forgive your children" followed immediately by "DID YOU SEE THAT SHOT" (sebastian)

"WANT TO SEE WHAT'S UNDER THESE ROBES?!?!?!" (anders)

"I'M RIGHT HERE! HIT ME!" (isabela)

"maker, the idiocy" (bethany)

"MAKER BLESS YOUR CHILDREN IN THEIR HOUR OF NEEEED" (sebastian)

"my weapon does nothing??" (fenris - he sounds so puzzled help)

"this is SO not working" (anders)

"if the pointy sticks don't work, try the other pointy sticks" (isabela)

"ah, dear. why doesn't anyone ever want to be nice to us?" (merrill)

"is there an end to the people who hate you?" (aveline)

"looks like we've got a few more puppies to kick" (isabela - HELLO?!?)

"take a step, kill, repeat repeat repeat" (carver)

"the hate you inspire is unfortunate" (fenris)

"another twenty steps, another batch of deaths" (anders)

"nobody seems to like you. do you get used to that?" (merrill - ouch. brutal hskfjhgksdjfhg)

"i can't take credit for all of this. hawke helped a little bit" (isabela)

[lovetei]

AaAaaaHHHHHH I loved your “Things that the citizens of the Devildom witnessed that will prove that this Human have the characters at their beck and call” post lol :P

Could you plssssss do it w the side characters? Especially barbatos I love him. He’s my bbg lol

Sure, I'm actually just waiting for someone to request it :P

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Things that the citizens of the Devildom witnessed that will prove that this Human have the characters at their beck and call

Versions: Demon Brothers, Side Characters

Warnings: Slight yandere themes (Barbatos, Simeon)

Links: Masterlist

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DIAVOLO

He doesn't actually like going around

Sure, it's mentioned a lot of times that he want to visit this or that

But only if you or the others are willing to come with him

Otherwise it's as boring as doing paperworks

He won't even come out to meet important personalities

They need to come to the castle themselves because there's no damn way Diavolo will actually use effort to meet people he's actually not too close to.

But when it's you?

Damn, you better bet the moment you told him "Hey, Diavolo... I'm kind of stuck in the plaza and the brothers are surely too busy to pick me up so can you send me a driver..?"

How dare you ask for a driver?

When he's literally right there?

The moment the words "I'm kind of stuck in the plaza-" He's already in his most luxurious car starting it to get his future spouse

Hell, he'll even bought a flower before getting to you

And you two will make a scene

And you two will surely make it to the news tomorrow

He'll arrive to the place in something quite formal yet still casual

With a bouquet of flowers in his hands

Like the perfect future husband he is

And open the door for you to get in

And if you're asking why Barbados didn't do anything against him...

Well, he's got a few mouse friends there for help.

Anyways, enjoy the ride

And sign the marriage papers

Please

BARBATOS

His power holds such an important role for Diavolo

He's such a powerful "demon"

It would actually be quite nice if you were just a little more closer to him

But if you are...

He's willing to use this oh so important power for you like it's just a mere toy

You fell on the stairs and someone saw it? Reversed.

You failed a test? Reversed.

You made the wrong decision? Reversed.

If Diavolo actually saw how much he's rambling the time lines just for you he'll go insane.

Hell, he'll pass out when he knows that Barbatos is letting you use his power like he's some hourglass!

But Barbatos knows you

And he likes you

He knows that someone like you won't actually take advantage of his power like that

And would always choose to do things without it

He knows that he's your last resort

And he loves it

He loves that fact that you treasure his power so much

That you treasure him so much...

His power might seem to be the most important tool for you among the other abilities the brothers and the others gave you

And so that basically puts him above the food chain

And he'll stay there

He'll make sure you will view him as important as right now

For all internity

SIMEON

He treasures himself and the people around him so much

But mostly himself

Because that's what father told them to do

He treat his body like the temple of god

He'll walk around the Devildom with pride in himself

Not too much but not too less

He knows his worth

So when he met you

Such a wonderful human

He will also teach you how to put pride in yourself

And always be proud on what you're doing

And then he'll start to get drawn to you

The body he oh so treasured now treated like a toy for you

He once valued naturality but maybe using this makeup you love so much will make him appear more attractive?

"Oh, Simeon? Did you use some foundation and mascara?! That looks so good on you!"

Yes, MC.

Just look at him

It all started with dressing up more for you

Then it escalated

The body he once didn't let anyone touch is now open for you

Just for you

Hold his hand

Grab his waist

And use his shoulders

Ha...

God won't punish him for a little touch now would he..?

SOLOMON

He's shady and he knows it

It's been so long and he's been around may too many people

He doesn't know who to trust anymore

And who to be honest with

He always have to keep himself alarmed and ready

Because that's what the past taught him to do

And that's what the present is telling him to do

Oh, another human?

How nice...

He just hope you don't end up like him

Overly conscious

You know what... He'll help you

He doesn't want a human to fall to the same hole he is right now

He thought that he'll be the one to guide you

He didn't know that you'll guide him...

And now he's willing to do anything for you

He's willing to follow you anywhere

He's willing to give you anything

He's willing to be your loyal servant

Just like Barbatos, he's willing to use everything he have just keep you by his side

Whether it be human, demon, angel connections, money or power

It can be anything and he'll give it you

To the human who showed him the light once again.

MEPHISTOPHELES

He's a private person

That's why he has a whole ass room reserved just for him in the academy

It can't help but have his blood boiling whenever one of the brothers barging into his room unannounced

The sense of nervousness won't leave him whenever Diavolo came to visit him

And the mixed feelings when the other exchange students decided to drop by

But when you enter his room

The light started to get a little darker

And the atmosphere turned into something heavier yet more comforting feeling

Have you drank anything you're not supposed to drink human?

What's this atmosphere around you human?

Did you... Cast a spell on him human?

To be honest

It'll be better for him to know that you cast a love spell on him

Than for him to consciously know that he's falling for you

Falling for the human others already love

But he can't help but say "Why don't you stay a little longer, MC?" Whenever you drop by.

"You can stay and do your assignments or whatever here. I have a vast collection of books you might need."

It might be selfish but why don't you stay a little longer?

Stay inside this private room with him

And only him.

RAPHAEL

He's known as a hitman

And his job down here is to probably spy on Simeon or Lucifer

But this weird human caught his eyes...

Maybe he should spy on you too?

Hmm... Why are you so different?

Are you the premium version of human?

But either way...

He saw how tired you were after each day ends

It looks like this place have sucked any living hope and energy out of you

So he took this as a problem and decided to come up with a solution

He decided to help you run around errands and even take some of your work loads

Gosh... You're so busy

So tiring

Sometimes you two will just find yourself in the dark and unused alley of the school

Sitting on the floor with each others head on your shoulder

You'd mutter "So tired..." And he will pat your head to help you at least have a few minutes of nap between work.

And before he knows it

It became a habit for the two of you

Instead of going to the dark alley you decided to take some nap in the cafeteria and even on empty classrooms

The Brothers will not found you two scattered all over the academy sleeping on each other

And before he even noticed

Whenever the slightest danger occurs he's already jumping in front of you and pushing you back as he shield your fragile body

THIRTEEN

She's such a trouble maker

And you're an expert in keeping trouble makers in line

And Thirteen will make sure she don't follow that line!

She keeps on pulling pranks

Traps here

Traps there

Gosh will she ever stop

Then one day you got so busy that your usual scolding for her didn't happened

Not even once

She felt empty without your nagging voice I guess?

But that doesn't matter!

At least, now, no one will stop her from doing what she loves!

No one...

Will stop her?

But who will scold her when she's about to do an extremely dangerous prank where she might get hurt?

Who will treat her wounds when she accidentally scratched her with one of her schemes?

It's been just a few days without your nagging voice and she's already at your doorstep in the middle of a night on a weekend asking

"Are you ignoring me?"

"Why aren't you talking to me anymore?"

"Are you tired of me now..?"

It feels like she'll start crying if she says anything more so you just denied everything and said that your schedule have been fully packed

Even saying that you're a new member of the council so you became more busy

She felt so embarrassed after that

But she started to treasure your relationship more

And maybe...

Waiting in the line is not that big of a deal if it's for you...

[lexus-k4]

Dp x DC idea/prompt

A nice wholesome idea where it's a Danny x Bruce story line. Okay no, sorry still has angst.

So, what if Danny was in Bruce's age range were Danny is maybe only like a year younger than Bruce. And what if Bruce Becomes Batman a little earlier because he's talented in most of the fields he went to sturdy and doesn't have to sturdy them as long.

Now let's also say that, Danny didn't have too good of any luck when telling his parents about phantom. Worse so, they died trying to kill him and he regrets not being able to save them even if it wasn't his fault. Then lest say that a good and reformed Vlad takes in Danny and cares for him (let's not mention the horrific criminal record he's concealing under everyone's noses, and Vlad isn't sorry for what he did to the fentons for hurting Danny)

Danny changed his name to Nightingale instead of Fenton. And Danny and Bruce meet at a gala when one is 21and the other is 22 aged respectively. But Danny is an genius who's blind to emotions.

It'd be something like this:

Danny was 16 now, he'd been phantom for a good 2 or so years now and he's finally telling his parents. I mean, it's been two years, they'd still see him as human because it's been 2 full years. Right? No. Wrong. It went horribly. Hidden behind the fake smiles and false acceptance was a well prepared dissection table hidden in the basement.

And it wasn't comfortable. Danny was stuck in phantom form because of the restraints and wasn't administered a single bit of sedatives. Averythinf hurt. So when Vlad came in, all hells blazing and everything. He was honestly happy.

And good he was, because Vlad saved him. He tried to get CW to reverse time, so that he can fix the mess, but he wouldn't let him, saying this was the best outcome. Danny didn't want to know what the worse outcomes were.

So Danny grew up living with Vlad, a fully stabilized Dani, and a reformed Dan/Dante who, Danny wants to say, is quite good with arts and crafts. He says, it's because CW forced him to try stuff as part of the reform but Danny is starting to think Dante is actually and Au version of him. And not the future.

But oh well. Danny and Dante now have the surname Nightingale. Dani being the little gremlin she is, hyphenated the names and took both Danny's and Vlad's names. And Vlad finally got the cat. Stuff was great except for the occasional gala they had to attend, except for Danny otherwise she'd destroy everything.

But Danny got bored quickly, so he took advantage of Vlad's money and too lessons in anything and everything that interested him. Teakwando? Yes. MMA? Yes. Gel and acrylic nails application? Yes. (It's a pretty good tallent and Dani absolutely loves it) a makeup course? Yes, but who knew there was so much to do based on the different types of faces. And the time schedual to do it in was stressful. Finally learn how to cook? Yes, he's never going back to that wannabe gordan Ramsey teacher. Took an apprentaship in baking. Best earnt money and skills he's ever had. And so on. Every fighting style. How to use wepons. Art, fashion, beauty, hair, food, coding, room designing, etc:

But of course Danny still went for his main degrees. Aerospace engineering-mainly in the Astro nautical fields but he's an expert in both Astro and aero sectors of it. He also went for a mechanical engineering degree.

This went on for years. Quite a few, even after meeting his best friends Bruce.

They met at one of the galas Danny had to go to, and they go along well. Not only that, but Danny could see the fake mask Bruce put on for the public, he found it funny (he learnt how to look for masks after his parents).

Years went on, Danny got a teaching degree and he is living a great life. He has an online page were people can book tutour lessons for his engineering specialties, science, maths, computer science and art. And he has an option to be booked for classes on anything else like, dancing, nails, hair, makeup, martial arts, safe-easy-home engineering, basic english turouring and so on and so forth. And if they want to be passed with a certificate for something people can, just with a bit extra payment. And honestly Danny loves it.

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Damian: Daniel... I have a question for you?

Danny: yeah? What is it Damian?

Damian: what's your relationship with father?

Danny: ? What do you mean? We're friends. We have been for a long time.

Dick: oh you poor, poor, stupid soul. How oblivious can you be?

Danny: what's that meant to mean?

Steph, who he's currently doing nails for: he means your blind, both to the obvious things in front of you and to your own feelings.

Danny: I don't get it?

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Dani: so, when is your boyfriend finally gonna come over for dinner?

Danny: who?

Dani: Bruce?

Danny: oh he said he'd be coming over on Saturday.

Dani: ha, so you admit, he's your boyfriend!

Danny: well yeah. He's, a boy, and he's my friend. Why? What's happening?

Dante: leave it Dani, he's hopeless. Leave him to figure it out himself.

Danny: ????

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Danny: Jazz. Am I missing something? Everyone keeps either calling me oblivious or stupid, or hopeless. What am I missing?!?!

Jazz: *sigh* Danny, my sweet innocent baby brother. Think, what was the topic about, each times that has happened?

Danny: .... Bruce?

Jazz: there you go. I won't tell you exactly, but I will say this. What you clearly are to blind to see, everyone else does. So think very hard about your relationship with Bruce and how you feel about it.

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Danny at Bruce's house hanging out with the kids: .... *lost in though brushing and doing a couple of stitch braiding in cass' hair*

Tim: you good Danny?

Danny: huh? Oh yeah. Just. Thinking.

Bruce walks in: oh, hey Danny.

Danny smiling: oh hey Bruce. How are you doing, not seen you in a while. How's work?

Bruce smiling softly: I'm good. Works the usual. Annoying and exhausting. Also, Alfred told me to tell you that dinner is gonna be ready in about half an hour.

Danny: thanks, well be there.

Bruce leaves:

Danny still smiling:...

Tim:...

Cass:...

Barbra:...

Duke:...

Danny,smile dropping :.... Oh...

Tim looking up curiously: ?

Danny realizing he has feeling for Bruce: OH!! OHHH!!!!! OH! OH! That....

Duke looking hopefully: don't tell me....

Danny: I'm blind. I'm as blind as a bat...

Tim and Barbra: YESS! FINALLY!

Cass clapping: he's figured it out.

Duke: only took him a good decade and a half maybe more.

Danny: OH MY GOD! EVERYONE KNEW!

Jason popping his head in the room: yup. It was quite clear!

Danny: EVERYONE KNEW EXCEPT ME! I'M FUCKING BLIND!

Tim: I think that's the first time I've heard him clearly swear. And not use filler words instead....

I'll be honest. Idk were I got this idea. It just showed up. :3.

[snowstormarts]

hi ,,, what if ,,, you wrote ,,, teaching daemon how to kiss first time ,,,, hello ,,,,,, if thats okay ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,;;;,,,,,,,.,,,///,,,

I'm always down to give Daemon some more love but I do have to confess that I struggled a little writing this oneshot here ^^" But I still hope you guys enjoy it, also feel free to send in Ideas & Requests, the ask box is still open :D

This oneshot isn't beta read and was also written in like a a day & a half xD So sorry for any typos or such

"Kissing 101 for Game Bugs turned Human!"

[Daemon x GN!Reader] [Divider Credit]

It wasn't everyday that you got to date a game bug, let alone one that was very attractive and didn't try to infect the other inhabitants or break the game in any serious, unrecoverable manner. He was simply just having some fun, trying to annoy you, scare you even and then one day he just...fell for you. It was a foreign concept, he didn't know he had that code in him to feel real, actual real love and not just another empty line of Code. Quiet frankly he was a little nervous at the beginning, even if it was hard to see with his limited facial expressions.

So then, when the day came where you confessed your feelings for him, he was ecstatic he had assumed it would end in Friendship maybe even Hate. He was sure he didn't do anything that would warrant anyone to look at him with such kind eyes and yet, here you were. Confessing your love to him, making his heart speed up to the point where he thought it was programmed to spring out of his chest and burst into confetti if anyone ever choose to Love him.

After he had calmed himself he confessed without hesitation, asking almost in whisper if he could share a kiss with you. He will never forget the moment where your lips met, it was strange to you that much was clear from your confused yet delighted hums. It truly was the strangest kiss you ever had and probably will have, it wasn't bad, just strange in a nice, special Daemon way and you wouldn't have had it any other way.

You promised him afterwards that he would be the first one to be realized. He didn't even have to wait long since the first thing that happened the next morning was you walking up to him, smiling as you offered him to be realized. It was a quick process, his excitement was clear to see on his now very expression full face he was looking at himself. He was no longer full of glitched textures, he wasn't a bug anymore, he wasn't some broken sprite he was himself, Daemon.

It was sweet watching him, even when he stopped and turned to you with a wide smile you could see his excitement still burning under his skin. You had expected that at this point he would've run over to you, lifting you up and spinning you round and around but he just stood there. Not even a kiss, after a few more awkward minutes of silence he finally asked you something, something that made you realize that being a Game Bug was very, very different from being a fully programmed object.

"Why doesn't my code work? I gave it in right way, Player_Kiss = true...Am I doing something wrong? Do humans have a different code they use?"

Seems like it's your job to teach him how to human, starting with how to kiss you.

⊱ ─────────── {⋅. ☣🪲 .⋅} ─────────── ⊰

The first lesson you taught him was the importance of breathing and taking breaks from kissing, you rather not risk one of you passing out from lack of it. You don't need yet another embarrassing story on your pile of embarrassments that would be used by your anxiety in the middle of the night or Doug.

The second lesson was an unplanned one, you two were enjoying watching a movie on Telly when it showed two of the characters giving each other a forehead kiss. It was a rather sweet moment which only got even cuter when you turned to Daemon who had been nudging your arm, his head was tilted to the side similar to a confused puppy.

"Why are they kissing each others forehead? Did they miss the lips or is this some form of enhanced kissing? But then why didn't I have a code for it...Is it because they had a fight the last time? Do you get banned from kisses when you have a fight?"

"It's another way to kiss someone, forehead kisses can be platonic or romantic. Many parents kiss their kid on the forehead. Sometimes friends will also kiss your forehead or your cheek, in some country's cheek kisses are a way to greet others.

"Are forehead kisses also a form of greeting someone?"

"Well, I guess if you know the person well and they're comfortable with it you could kiss them on the forehead as a greeting. But normally at least from what I know, forehead kisses are reserved to show care and love for someone."

"You humans are truly confusing..."

"Hey! You're human now, don't forget that!"

"Hmm, true..."

A comfortable silence fell between you two as you continued to watch the movie, in the end all was good even if the main character had sacrificed himself to safe his love and his clone. And just as you were about to ask Daemon his opinion on the movie he turned to face you, his hand lifted up your chin as his thumb caressed your cheek lovingly.

"I need to gather data about this Forehead and Cheek kissing, would you allow me to practice on you, my love?"

"Of course we can, what would you like to start with? I myself prefer to go with a-" you cut yourself short as you saw your partner lean closer at top speed. "Wait! Daemon, that's too fast!!!"

You both groaned in pain, holding your foreheads as you slowly recovered from the sudden headbutt. The lesson was cut short as you both suffered from a killer headache, at least the next day you explained that he needed to lean in slowly and to aim for the top or middle of the forehead and not between your eyebrows.

A few days later you decided that he was ready for third and last lesson, well it's more like kissing practice but still you count it as a lesson instead of a test or such. You had enough talking about it, kissing needs physical practice anyway and you were the perfect test dummy! Especially since you don't think Amir or Betty would be that happy if Daemon started kissing them out of nowhere...

"This is the last lesson, today you will learn how to properly kiss another person, well more specifically me but you get what I mean!" You waved your hand ignoring his teasing smile as you continued to speak.

"Today there's much more touch needed, you will learn all the different ways how to kiss another. From kissing someones hand to a regular kiss, maybe if everything goes right I will even teach you how to french kiss."

"...I don't want to kiss, Scandalabra."

"No, no that's just what its called it has nothing to do with Scandalabra. I would never let you go through that, trust me your lips are only for me."

"Good, I don't wanna be near him." You nodded in agreement.

"Same here but back to the lesson! First we will do a hand kiss, it can be romantic or to show respect to someone or both. I will demonstrate it and then you do the same with me, got that?"

"Got it." He replied, holding his hands out to you. You gently grabbed one and caressed the back of it before placing a kiss in the middle of it.

"Now it's your turn and remember, be gentle. Theres no need to rush." Holding your hand out you watched him as he grabbed your hand a bit firmer then he usually does. It took a minute or two before he had gathered up the nerves to lean down and place a kiss on each one of your knuckles.

When he looked up at you, eyes meeting one another as he smiled with so much joy that you were sure he could've replaced the sun in this very moment to bring light to even the darkest spots in your home.

"Did I do it right?"

"Yes, you did a great job. I just didn't expect you to go for the knuckles, it was quiet sweet though so no complaints from me." His smile grew wider as he intertwined your hands together.

"Now to a kiss on the cheek, you have to watch to not bump noses besides that don't add too much pressure into the kiss. Our cheeks are quiet soft and squishy but they can still hurt, let me show you." Without hesitation you poked and squished his face all the while he was trying to nip at your fingers in retaliation.

After you had your fun, you followed your own instructions ignoring the way your partner was pouting at you. His cheeks turned rosy from the mix of affection and the cheek squishing from before, which only deepened after you placed a kiss on his cheek and then another and another and another.

You only stopped once he complained about having his turn. One thing you always noticed and loved about him were his hands, they always felt tingly, static-y. It reminded you of those old, heavy TV's that when you touched the screen would having this energy around them. His kisses on the other hand were normal, maybe it lingered a bit longer but you didn't think much about it. But you could swear that sometimes you felt something brush gently against the back of your neck and when you turn around there would be nothing, maybe it was just your hair or some dust floating around?

"Was that good?" He asked again, if he had a tail it would be wagging back and forth wildly as you nodded again. His foot tapped against the ground in anticipation. "Can we kiss now? The regular one, not the other one."

For a second you thought of staying on track but the mix of his excitement and the worry of him trying to speed up the progress and causing another headache fiasco made you rethink it. You were getting a little impatient yourself if you were honest, so why not?

"Fine but only because you're that adorable. Now, listen closely" he leaned closer to you, hands resting on each side of you or well hand though it did feel like the couch had dipped from some unknown weight not even a moment ago.

"We both will have to angle our faces, when you need to breath do so through your nose or break the kiss up ok? No holding your breath until you pass out just because you wanted more, we can always kiss again after we caught our breaths."

"Of course." Without much a due you pulled him closer, letting him fall onto you and cage you between the couch and himself. Pulling his head down by the neck and kissing him like he was going to fade away any second now, he let out a pleasant groan and then you felt it again.

Hands all across your body, on your neck, hips, arms and even your tights and those were soon followed by the feeling of kisses. Your neck was the main target but you could feel it also along your back, hands and even your legs, they left behind the static again which soon turned into a comforting heat.

They only disappeared when you two parted, taking in as much air as possible. Foreheads resting against each other, you with your eyes closed and Daemons white, pupil-less eyes staring right at you with a wide grin.

"Did you like it my love? I can give you more if you want, I need all the practice to perfect my kissing techniques after all~"

You never could deny him, especially now that he had stocked the ember into a burning, hungry flame. So you continued to share kisses and sweet nothings until the sun went down and the moonlight illuminated your body's. What was to come next is only to be known between you, Daemon and the moon.

[onlyyourhallucination]

Lap Rights

Pairing : Dan Heng x Reader

Fluff ; Slight Crack ; The use of chinese endearment once ; Established Relationship

Now, how did it end up like this again?

Him covering half of his face with his hand as he tried to process what's happening, and that is feeling your weight pressing down on his thighs when he's just lounging around in the party car, minding his own business.

Let's rewind back to a few minutes ago, right before you approach him.

You were doing your own thing, busying yourself, or at least you tried to, until boredom downs upon you and you decided to see if there's anything you can do. And then there you saw Dan heng, on the couch, seemingly busy with something. Is he filling up the datas for the databank? You wonder.

At first you didn't want to bother the man, but somehow your brain just goes, how about you sit on his lap without any context? Tempted. You finally relent to your intrusive thought and walk up to him, he seemed to notice you approaching, he look up at you for a moment and nods before looking back to the datas again.

You huffed softly and then move his hand to make an entry way for you to slide yourself onto his lap.

And so this happened now.

Him blinking confusedly at this sudden action from you, as his cheeks slowly going redder each second that pass. "Wh.. What are you doing?" He sounded so, flustered as he shot the question to you, unable to decipher what's happening as he felt your weight on his lap. "Sitting." You casually replied, and it did not help his case at all. "There are many empty seats." He retorted gently as he glance around to make sure nobody is looking, after all he rather do things like, this, in private.

"I know," "Then why—" "Can't I have my lap rights?" You got him baffled, his lips parted slightly, he wanted to say something but the words died down at the tip of his tongue. He frowned for a moment before sighing in defeat, and finally relents. Putting away his tablet and then placing his hands on your thighs, going up to your hips then waist. "Is something wrong, tiánxīn?" He whispered softly, one of his hand then reaches up to you, brushing your hair away to see your face. "Nothing, I'm just, .. bored." Dan heng blinked, before he shook his head in amusement. "And then you decided to do, this. Because you're bored?" He said as he rub his thumb on your waist line, you simply smiled cheekily at his words.

"I mean why not," Dan heng's eyes flickered down to your lips, "I see." He mumbled, his hand that previously brushing your hair now slowly going down to your cheek, his thumb grazing along your lower lip. You know him well, this means he wants to kiss you, but he's way too shy to ask for it directly, by aeons, in public too? He rather not.

"Shall we move?" You whispered knowingly, his eyes flickering up to your hues, he took a deep breath and then before you could say anything more you felt something slithering around your waist. You look down and it's Dan heng's tail—

"Sorry, I ..think, I might need your help." He whispered an apology and his hand that's on your waist now properly wrapped around your waist before he slide out from the couch, with you in his arms, and his tail wrapped around your waist. He walked all the way back to the passenger cabin, luckily no one was out from their room to see what's happening.

As soon as you two enter the archives, you should pray this man doesn't go overboard because everyone will definitely have a hard time to rest with the sound of your moans.

Whoops.

©onlyyourhallucination . 2025 || Do not copy/translate/use for ai

A/n — I miss danheng. fuck. Despite already seeing him in Amphoreus quest, I still miss him. 🥺..

Also, I apologize in advance if the chinese writing is wrong, I simply copy paste it from google (⁠ ⁠；⁠∀⁠；⁠)

[archangeldyke-all]

Hi so uh, what the flying fuck did I just watch? I've been sobbing for the past hour so I wanted to ask for some fluff with Isha, Jinx, Sev and reader. Cause nothing bad happened right? Everyone's alive and well and act III is going to be three episodes of everyone playing happy family :)

everything is fine! it's all fine!

men and minors dni

"quit worrying, sevika." you chuckle, elbowing your wife.

the two of you are walking home from a date-- the first you have been on in months. you've been busy adjusting to the sudden appearance of jinx and isha in your lives, and as much as both of you love it, your love life's been put on the side lines for the time being.

jinx noticed. and she decided the two of you needed a date night. and after a few hours of convincing on both you and jinx's part, several promises to call if something wrong happens, and a pinky swear that she wouldn't play with explosives in the house-- sevika finally relented and agreed to go out with you.

you've had a wonderful evening. drinks and grub at one of your favorite little restaurants, then a nice walk up on the promenade, you and sevika stopping occasionally to stop in shops and buy little trinkets for the house.

now, you're headed home, and the closer you get the more nervous sevika looks.

"i'm just... looking for any pillars of smoke, or something." she mumbles. you giggle and pull sevika to a halt. she turns around, raising her eyebrow at you. "why'd you stop? if there's a fire we need to get hom--" you cut sevika off with your lips pressed to hers, and she sighs against you, her worries evaporating in an instant.

for just a moment, you let yourself lose track of where you are and what time it is, just enjoying the feeling of sevika against you. then, a horn honks down the street, and you both pull apart with nervous giggles.

"'m sorry." sevika sighs, hanging her head and bumping her forehead against yours. "did i ruin our date by worrying all night?" she asks.

you giggle and shake your head. "no, baby. 's really cute, actually. my mama bear."

sevika groans and rolls her eyes, pulling you to continue walking down the street. "c'mon. let's go see how much damage the girls dealt to our poor fuckin' house."

when you get home, you're surprised to find the house... relatively clean.

the lights are off, and a few candles are scattered around the living room. jinx is lounging on the couch, reading a book and kicking her feet. "oh hey. you're home." she greets. you blink confusedly at her. she just chuckles. "i figured since we've started crashing here your sex lives are probably in the shitter. so, y'know. i set the mood. put some flower petals on your bedspread. just-- make sure you turn the radio on loud please. i don't wanna explain to isha what all the... noises are." jinx shudders.

you grin, then leap forward to wrap jinx up in a hug. she groans against you but doesn't push you off-- letting you coo over her. "you're such a nice kid, aren't you?" you ask, kissing her bangs.

"where's isha?" sevika asks.

"sleepin' in our room." jinx says. "i'll go join her so i don't overhear anything." she mutters.

you let her go, giggling a bit as she ducks out of sevika's attempted noogie.

when you turn around to face your wife, she's wearing a shocked expression.

"i told you we have nothing to worry about." you say.

sevika huffs and wraps her arms around your waist. "c'mon. when's the next time the kids are gonna be avoiding our room? we only got a few hours before one of the girls wakes up and comes to cuddle... gotta take advantage..." sevika purrs in your ear.

you giggle, dragging her toward your bedroom, only for her to stop in the hall right outside your door. "sev c'mon--"

"what the fuck?" she asks, pushing open the door to the bathroom.

you glance over, your heart dropping when you do.

the entire bathroom, sink, bath, and somehow even toilet, are stained bright blue.

"what the fuck!?" sevika squawks again.

"what's wrong?" jinx asks, popping out of her room with concerned eyes.

"what the fuck happened to the fucking bathroom, jinx?!" you scream.

jinx slouches and chuckles awkwardly. "oh, that. i was hoping you wouldn't notice that until... later..." she says.

"did you paint our fucking bathroom?" sevika growls. jinx chuckles and waves her hand.

"it's not paint, relax!"

"well what the fuck--"

the door to jinx's room creaks open just a bit, and isha appears by her side, rubbing her sleepy eyes, her hair dyed blue. she smiles brightly at you and sevika when she realizes you're who jinx was talking to, and she darts forward to give you both hugs as a 'welcome home' greeting.

"you dyed her hair blue!?" sevika squeals.

"doesn't she look great?" jinx asks excitedly.

isha nods enthusiastically, giggling and doing a little twirl for you and sevika, her hands coming up to shake her hair. you

you look over at your wife.

sevika's mouth is still open in shock, her eyes darting back and forth between your stained bathroom and isha's new hairdo.

when her eyes finally meet yours, you both burst into exhausted laughter.

"y'look amazing, kid." sevika sighs, ruffling isha's hair. isha grins big and wide, and you pull jinx in for another hug.

"you're helping me scrub the bathroom tomorrow, missy." you whisper in her ear.

"yeah yeah, whatever." she sighs.

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[formiito]

i crave domestic chuuya doing simple things like running errands with his s/o or chores together. just daily life with him :(((

breathe (in the air) ; chuuya nakahara

synopsis : late night cooking with chuuya. aka chuuya's way of saying "stay with me" without saying anything at all. read on ao3

author's note: AAHSGEHGEJSHEJ i've been ignoring requests for so long because of medical exams but it's alright now bc exams are done yippie </3 this is short bc im working on like two soukoku aus and my fyodor fic at the same time but BEAR WITH ME i hope you like it ajdhejgedjhe

There is the smell of something that might be burning that you're not quite sure of yet. However, Chuuya seems to be looking at the oven as if it owed him money, hands on the top of it like that would somehow fix the dish. Once he opened the oven, he grimaced at the stiff mass of … something on the tray. He picked the solid, black mass of burnt food up, hitting the floor with it in frustration. It didn't break. Or chip. He wonders what the fuck happened in that oven to make this weird indestructible thing out of cookie batter. How do you even fuck up that bad? How does anyone fuck up that bad??

Soft footsteps resound in the hallway that leads to the kitchen, and he doesn't need to look back to know who it is. The rhythm of your steps memorized, the manner in which your hands instinctively go to wrap around his neck feels familiar, and he breathes an exhausted, content sigh.

"What are you doing up so late?"

Right. What was he trying to do again? Baking boxed cookie mix. Because neither of them had the energy to cook anything for dinner and had passed out the moment they fell on the bed, clumsily half-undressing each other before sleep pulled them over the line that separated reality and dreams. Still, he didn't think they'd wake up too. When he got out of the bed at that small hour, he made sure to be as discreet as possible. After all, you looked even more exhausted than him, and he'd hate to disturb you when you were worn to the bone. But draped over his back like this, he liked that too. He figured he just likes most everything you do.

"What's that?" Your eyes drift to the weird black thing on the floor.

"Cookies."

"…Cookies?"

"I mean. It's supposed to be. What the fuck went wrong…" Chuuya groaned, clearly irritated by his recent failures.

He might've cut a few corners here and there when it came to the recipe, but even then, it should be impossible to make what looks like a condensed mass of human misery out of cookie dough premix. He should've really just gone out to get something from the convenience store, but the thought of going outside in this kind of all too warm and sticky weather made him want to just give up and go back to bed.

The sound of you humming in thought breaks his train of thought that was steadily derailing into annoyance. Once you pulled away—to which he just sighed, irrationally wanting to chase the touch—he watched as you got up, looking in the cabinet for something easy to make. "We could cook something together, you know." That idea had crossed his head, and in truth he just did not want to bother, but it meant spending more time with you. So despite being still mad at his recent mishap, he nodded, looking into the cupboard as well. He let you pick what you wanted. Rice, dashi, wasabi and a few other things he watched you take out, over your shoulder—maybe you were trying to make chazuke. Seems simple enough. Maybe he should've done that earlier, but to be fair, he would've just given up halfway and gone to sleep. Since you were the one doing it though, naturally he'd help.

While the water is boiling, he puts in a random disk in the CD player, looking at the cover. Pink Floyd, huh. While he's never really been one for this sort of music, or ever thought that he'd somehow associate the warm sounds of psychedelic rock with home, he's grown to like it too. Much as the rest of your things that are scattered round the house, seamlessly mixing into the space that is far too big for one person, he's fond of the little reminders. He doesn't outright say it, but this place feels less colder now that you've made it your home too. He doesn't need to say what the both of you know for a fact. As the sounds of Dark Side Of The Moon filter from the speakers of the old CD player, he walks back into the kitchen, where he picks off two bowls from the dish rack. Don't be afraid to care, huh…

Not that at the end of the day there was anything else. After the blood was spilled and the bodies had dropped, there was little to do other than welcome themselves home with a bottle of alcohol shared between two and letting intoxication blur the lines between nightmares and blissful sleep, or never make it to the bed, the touch of soft lips replacing the comfort of the mouth of the bottle. The tolerance keeps increasing; perhaps one day these distractions will no longer be enough to keep their mind off their troubles. It never was in the first place. The need to feel something more, more than the thrill of the fight or the reminder of regret—that was what they needed. But even if it didn't not entirely do the job, these routines were easy to fall into, were they not? One more glass, one more touch. Spend one more night wrapped in shared safety while being ready to lose each other the next day.

It was easy.

And right now, so is existing with you. Under the soft glow of the lamp, your face; the artificial sparkle in your eyes where he knows all light has fizzled out—his head rests on his folded arms, looking at you, and it's all strangely pretty. Maybe its because between the two of you and the adrenaline rush that seems to sustain the day, peace was a luxury. Once the scent of freshly steamed rice filled the kitchen, he stood up, picking out two bowls and filling them with rice. Your hands poured the tea onto the rice, carefully topping it with wasabi and furikake.

Funnily enough that he doesn't usually wake up at this hour just to cook with you, and yet doing so makes it feel like he's actually home with you. Not simply a temporary place to rest before throwing himself full throttle into whatever job was lined up for him next. For the likes of Chuuya, home has always been people, but it is for that reason that the feeling of home had always been temporary. As if the moment things began to feel stable, the moment he began to feel alright, it would be ruined again. Like a bandaid ripped off too early on a wound.

You patch the cuts up.

Just a little.

Just enough for it to hurt a little less.

So when the night ends with finished bowls tossed carelessly into the sink, bedsheets crumpled by tossing and turning, and his eyelids fall with the passing of the clock hands—

No dreams tonight.

Or nightmares.

Only a sleepy warmth.

It's strangely peaceful.

[kissandtellus]

𝙻𝚊𝚙𝚍𝚘𝚐🦴🎀

Synopsis: Gojo and Geto take in a Puppy!Hybrid who is so willing to please! Until she’s left alone for longer then an hour.

Warnings: Smut, pet!play, use of Daddy/Papa/ Hybrid!AU, Choking, washing your mouth out with soap, punishment, etc.

Your knees were swollen and bruised from the hardwood floor. Only good puppies were allowed on the dog bed. You had chewed through a corner of the wall out of pure boredom. Waiting patiently for your Masters to get home wasn't working anymore so you had to find other means of enjoyments. You hadn't been a good puppy and you knew it. You just prayed that Geto got home before Gojo.

Geto and Gojo had rescued you around 5 months ago from a Cursed Spirit attack. You were homeless and just trying to find shelter when the grocery shop you were taking shelter in was overtaken with Curses. Geto and Gojo had been partners for a few years prior and convinced one another to let you stay with them.

It had been all fine and dandy and they given you everything you needed. They never forced you to do anything you didn't want but were always at your beck and call when you came crying.

You were their little good girl and could do no wrong. Or at least you thought. With the both of them being at work so late, you got bored very easy and tried to find ways to lash out.

The door creaked open and someone was cursing even before they stepped through the threshold.

Oh shit.

Gojo was talking on his phone and didn't even see you cowering under the table, tail tucked between your legs. When he saw the mess you had made of the wood paneling, he growled to the other person on the other line and slammed down the grocery bags.

"This stupid mutt chewed our shit, Suguru! She's been a very bad girl." He squatted in front of you and angrily pushed away the chair you were hiding behind. He grabbed your collar and dragged you out from the table. He pressed his phone against your ear. Geto's cool voice echoed from the phone.

"Tell daddy what you did puppy. Go ahead." Your bottom lip quivered.

"C-chewed up the wall..." It was silent for a few seconds before Geto groaned and you could visibly hear how upset he was.

"Oh puppy...Daddy isn't home right now so you know Papa has to punish you. I'm sorry it has to be this way puppy. Daddy will be home in a few." And with that, the line went dead. Gojo snapped his phone shut and drug you by the collar all the way to the front door. He hooked your leash up to the metal ring on your collar and struck your barely covered breasts with the handle.

"Didn't you hear Daddy? I'm the one punishing you mutt. Suguru takes it far too easy on you and that's why you keep tearing up shit. First our shoes and now the wall? We should tie you up outside." You whimpered and laid at his feet, giving him the biggest puppy eyes you could manage. You hated being outside and you hated storms even more. Gojo wipes away the wall crumbs from your mouth. "Fuck, I have to clean you up. C'mon mutt." He stood again and lead you to the bathroom.

Most dog-hybrids liked baths but you hated them. When you caught sight of the bathtub you were howling and trying to pull away. Gojo growled and tied the end on your leash to the tub claw. He rolled up his sleeves and grabbed the bottom of your shirt. He pulled it over your head and left you completely exposed from the top up. Your bottoms and the tiniest of underwear were stripped from your body.

You stood naked shivering with the leash and collar. Gojo grinned and shut the door, locking it behind him. "Only good girls get to take hot baths." Gojo started the water and your body instantly chilled. It was going to be a cold bath. Gojo grabbed your jaw and forced you to open your mouth. He examined every crevice and grunted.

"It doesn't look like you hurt any of your teeth. That's a good thing, you hate the vet." You whined at event the word vet. The white haired man chuckles evils and stopped the water flow. He lifted you with ease and sat you down in the nearly freezing water. You whimpered and nearly shot out of the tub completely. Gojo was quick to grab your leash and tug you back down in a sitting position.

"Stay still." He growled. Your Papa wasn't one to be disobeyed. Gojo poured a cup of ice water over your head and you shivered and howled again. This, in itself was a punishment. Your core was hot at how he manhandled you but the cold water was brutal on your cunt. He squinted some body wash on a rag and rubbed it all over your body. It was a quick but efficient way to clean you of any dry wall. He pulled the plug on the tub but you were cold to the touch. Your lips were nearing a slight blue color and your ears were flat against your skull.

Gojo let his body heat warm you and held you against him as he towel dried you. You cling to him and soak his clothes trying to get more warmth. His kindness didn't last long and he pulled you back by the scruff of your neck. "Dumb dog. Stop getting my work clothes wet." He ordered. You tucked your (f/c) tail between your legs and looked down in shame. He finished drying your off and unhooked the leash. A moment of relief washed over you but you knew the punishment was far from over.

Gojo stripped off his black button-up and his chest was bare. "Clean me off puppy. Clean up your mess." You didn't take long at all to start lapping up the water droplets that soaked through his shirt. He groaned at the feeling of your tongue. You rested your hands on his shoulders to balance yourself. Gojo slapped away your filthy paws and you yelped. "Did I say you could touch me?" You pulled out your puppy dog eyes again and Gojo just rolled his eyes and your pathetic attempts to apologize.

"Crate. Now." Oh no. He was serious. You had never spent more than 5 minutes in your crate. It was mostly because Geto would also complain to his boyfriend about how inhumane it was to watch you sit in the (rather super comfortable) cage when their bed was big enough for all three of you. Usually it ended by Geto cuddling you to death and Gojo angry that you hadn't learned your lesson.

But Daddy wasn't home right now.

You kept looking over your shoulder as you crawled naked to the bedroom. Gojo walked behind you with arms crossed. He wasn't giving you an easy way out. When you crawled into the bedroom and looked at the cage, you tried giving him one more look to try and persuade him. "Inside y/n." Ooo first name. This was bad.

He locked the metal crate behind you and tried to ignoring you pressing your face against the side and begging to be let out.

Gojo stood beside the cage where you could clearly see him. He looked down at you and unbuckled his belt. You stopped whining and started flicking your tail back and forth in excitement.

You loved playtime.

Gojo wiggled the jeans down over his hips and pulled his member from the confines of his red boxers. Your mouth watered at the sight of his cock, drool forming at the sides of your mouth. "Aww, poor pretty puppy. I bet your cunt is aching isn't it? You haven't had a treat in a few days." He lazily strokes his cock. Precum began to build at the top and drool fell from your mouth.

"Aw Satu, have you been mistreating my baby?" Geto's voice had you running circles in your cage. You yipped happily at the sight of the dark haired man. His long hair was pulled back into a low bun and his sickening sweet grin was ever present. He gave Gojo a quick kiss and kneeled down to the entrance of your cage. He put his fingers through the wiring and watched you lap happily at his fingers.

"Satu, ignore her. She needs to learn." Gojo huffed with crossed arms. Geto pouted and stroked your ear with his finger.

"My sweet girl could never do something like that right?" You were so quick to deny everything. You just wanted to touch both of them and cover them with your scent. This was torture. Geto's eyes darkened and he linked his fingers under your collar and pulled. Your cheek was pressed right up against the metal and you whimpered when he leaned in closer. Geto was never rough with you.

"You lied to me puppy. You know what liars get right?" Gojo came from your side with a cup in his hands. Geto opened up the cage just enough to grab your jaw and forced your mouth open. Gojo poured a strong smelling liquid over your tongue and you started coughing.

He had poured soap on your tongue.

You sobbed and tried to break out of Geto's hold. The dark haired haired man cooed at you and stroked back your ears. He let go of your jaw and held you up against him for a second. "All done puppy. No more soap." You tried desperately to get the taste out of your mouth but there was no way to get rid of the foul taste. "Your punishment isn't done puppy. Papa and I are going to play, and you are going to be a good girl, kneel by the bed and watch." You pouted and buried your face in Geto's strong shoulder.

Geto brushes your hair behind your ear and pulled you away from him. "Keep that pretty mouth open puppy. If you’re lucky, you can be on cleanup duty." Your tail thumped at the thought. Gojo pulled Geto to his feet and you followed the couple to the bed, watching them battle for dominance for a few moments. They shared laughs and clashing teeth before Geto came out on top and was fisting the white haired man's swollen cock. 

"Puppy come here. Get me nice and wet for Papa." You crawled between them and opened your mouth wide. "Good girl. Nice and easy." He presses his cock head past the barrier of your throat and watched your eyes roll to the back of your head. He fucked your mouth at a slow pace and stroked his boyfriends cock in rhythm. Both men were squirming in pleasure and you felt empty.

Geto pulled the sensitive hair between your ears and fucked your mouth in earnest for a few more seconds. He then pulled completely out of your mouth and let your spit soak your tits and chin. "Use your tongue on Papa, little one. You know it doesn't feel good when it goes in dry." He held the sides of your head with one hand and pushed Gojo's legs up so his knees were near his ears.

You took no time in lapping at his puckered ass. Alpha and Daddy always tasted so manly, so sweet. Your tail was swinging so fast Geto was afraid you would injure yourself. He rubbed your ass and gave you encouraging words as your tongue slipped inside of Gojo. The white haired man moaned and pressed against you so your tongue could delve deeper. You began to crawl up on the bed, eager for more but Geto chuckled and pulled you back down to the floor again.

"No, no puppy. That's enough. Floor. Now." He snapped his fingers and pointed to the carpet next to the bed. You grumbled and nipped at Gojo's thigh before settling down on the carpet and staring up at both men. Geto coated his cock with lube and pressed a few fingers into Gojo to prepare him.

"Fuckkk Sugu'!. I'm fuckin' ready. Just do it." Geto clicked his tongue and eased his huge cock past each tight muscle ring. Gojo sounded weak for a few seconds, struggling to take all of it. Your tail thumped again and drool started to form again. You wanted to help them.

You were a good dog, you'd show them both!

[ixiot-ghostrebel]

Hi! Finally able to request. I really enjoy your work!

Can you try a creator who use their power through music (like singing or playing instrument) in an Imposter-AU with the Archons? (The voice of the Creator is heard as the sound of nature like wind or water, though. No one knows their true voice)

Thank you so much.

🎄Merry Christmas🎄

Welcome @peaceindreams ! I'll see what I can do with Your Request :D

Also VERY LATE Merry Christmas—I'm writing this a few days after Christmas.

Archons Realize Reader is a MUSICIAN WOAHHH

To be honest, you were kinda just minding your business when the Archons found you and your ever-singing glory.

They SHOOKETH so good job! Let's nitpick at their reactions! >:)

(Warning: Might be OOC!)

Venti

Wisp boi HELLA SHOOKETH. But he also happi boi so good job!

Wants to hear your voice sing and not the wind just continues to gently smack his face. Don't get him wrong, he's probably the only one who can actually listen and understand and compute with what you're singing, but like he really wants to hear your actual voice. He thinks it'll be such a treat!

"Your Graceee...Is there a way to let these humble gods hear your voice? Pleaseee? This bard will make a ballad about it and the world shall start spewing about it right after!~ Hehe, it'll be a big hit, one as grand as your visage!"

He really wants to hear you sing now. Good luck explaining that you got no control over dis :)

Zhongli

GRANDPA ABSOLUTELY SHOOKETH. But he finds it pleasant to see that you're having fun and enjoying your time in Teyvat.

Unlike the airhead beside him, he cannot understand what you are singing, and he feels kinda disappointed that he can't enjoy it too. He would share the memory—

Ahem, anyways. Loves it, 100%. Bro's a huge supporter even though he legit has, like, zero comprehension of the situation. He's also giving Venti some bombasic side-eyes.

"Your Grace, please do not be pressured by this wind god. While it would be a stunning blessing, do NOT feel like you owe us anything." You know those memes where like, one person is forcing someone's head to bow while they bow to apologize to whoever got offended? Yeah, it's that one meme except it's Zhongli making Venti bow for his idiocy.

Grandpa wants to hear your voice fr this time, but bro's not gonna force it upon you. Grandpa will, nevertheless, share the memory over osmanthus wine, because "Osmanthus wine tastes the same as I—"

Ei

Raiden Ei, Raiden Ei...I honestly think she feels like she doesn't DESERVE to hear you sing. Like, she feels like she just intruded on your personal space and she crossed some sort of line.

But the wind's pleasant and all of the surrounding area is practically glowing as you sing. Your voice practically carries throughout the place, becoming the nature, the water, the wind, everything.

"Your Grace, you need not heed to the request at all. We are more blessed to be in your presence enough." As much as she's getting more and more used to the present times of Teyvat, she's still kinda stuck in her ways a little. She still thinks of you highly and does not let her beliefs falter.

She really doesn't think she deserves to hear your voice, but she is also very curious. Never wants to push though because she's old-school.

Puppet Shogun looking at this and going "This will be forever engraved in eternity" as Ei is shaking the Puppet Shogun by the shoulders like "NO, WE SHOULD NOT BE HEARING THIS WHAT KIND OF PROGRAM ARE YOU ON I DID NOT PROGRAM YOU LIKE THIS—"

All in all? Mental crisis! :D

Nahida

Cute god loves you! She loves how the flowers bloom, how the wind flows, how the water speaks—not even analogies can describe the amazingness of it all!

She's grinning so wide with such wholesome-wide eyes, like an actual child discovering music for the first time or smth ykwim? IT'S ADORABLE IS WHAT I'M TRYING TO SAY.

"Your Grace...is it possible if we could see this more? You don't have to, of course, but this is really amazing!" She's practically GLOWING with excitement and nervousness. While Nahida wants to hear you sing and see you enjoying your time, she doesn't want to push boundaries!

Safe to say, she'll support whatever your answer will be!

Furina

Girl's flabbergasted. She thinks she might have been sent to both celestia and hell because it was hard to compute whether she was trespassing or if she was being blessed.

Furina is utterly speechless to how your voice alone commands presence and power without even needing to try so hard. Anyone, absolutely anyone, can tell you are truly the Almighty Creator.

Though she's retired from being the Hydro Archon, she still has the slight dramatic flare she has had for 500 years. And she's got to say, she absolutely loved your performance!

"Your Grace, if I could humbly suggest a request on the behest of the follow archons beside me." Furina dramatically bows a little. "May we be humbled by your presence, and continue to gaze upon our unfathomed eyes of what a real god can truly do in the likes of the world? I'm sure this will bring many beautiful pieces of art—be it music, visual arts, dramatic arts, and so on!" Girlie doesn't realize she made a beautiful monologue about your singing on the spot, but one thing's for sure—she loves you and you singing, even if her ears can't understand it. It was still a beautiful piece.

After all, she was the All-Powerful Hydro Archon before she retired. She knows power and art when she sees it, and you bypass all forms of mortal concepts. You're practically her favorite musician!

Please grace her—I mean them—with your singing! It's too beautiful to miss!

Ghost Rebel Side Notes: I am SAD I couldn't finish this when it was still AROUND CHRISTMAS SOBBING, but I hope y'all like this post, though! Hopefully my next post won't take too long—but I'm not gonna say anything because rn I'm EATING those words up like it's for breakfast lol—I'll see you all next time :)

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[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FROM DIE HARD *  assorted dialogue from the 1988 christmas movie, adjust as necessary

no fucking shit, lady!

does it sound like i'm ordering a pizza?

come out to the coast. we'll get together, have a few laughs.

i've got a hundred people down here.

who gives a shit about glass?

who the fuck is this?

i am in charge of this situation.

oh, you're in charge? well i've got some bad news for you. from up here it doesn't look like you're in charge of jack shit.

you listen to me, you little asshole...

now you listen to me, jerk-off.

if you're not a part of the solution, you're a part of the problem.

are you still there?

yeah, i'm still here. unless you wanna open the front door for me.

you know my name, but who are you?

do you really think you have a chance against us?

yippee-ki-yay, motherfucker.

now i have a machine gun.

welcome to the party, pal!

you'd have made a pretty good cowboy yourself.

what was it you said to me before?

i thought i told all of you i want radio silence.

i'm very sorry [name]. i didn't get that message.

that's very kind of you.

you are most troublesome.

sorry, wrong guess.

whoa, these are very bad for you.

who are you then?

god. that man looks really pissed.

you want money?

so that's what this is about? a fucking robbery?

put down the gun.

you throw quite a party.

now i know what a tv dinner feels like.

who's driving this car, stevie wonder?

drop it, dickhead.

you won't hurt me.

after all your posturing, all your little speeches, you're nothing but a common thief.

i am an exceptional thief.

hey, how you feeling?

what the fuck?

geronimo, motherfucker!

you motherfucker, i'm gonna kill you!

i have someone who wants to talk to you.

they're giving me a few minutes to try and talk some sense into you.

i know you think you're doing your job, and i can appreciate that, but you're just dragging this thing out.

what have you told them?

i told them we were old friends.

you shouldn't be doing this.

they know people are listening.

didn't you hear me?

shut up! just shut your mouth!

go fuck yourself, [name].

put down the gun.

i'm going to count to three.

what do you think, i'm fucking stupid?

i have a request.

what idiot put you in charge?

i don't enjoy being this close to you.

can't you see what's happening? can't you read between the lines?

you couldn't drag me away.

you don't wanna know.

i had an accident.

the way you drive, i can see why.

drop the fucking gun!

the hell with this.

you are done.

thanks for the advice.

i hope that's not a hostage.

i'm going to count to three. there will not be a four.

what the fuck are you doing?

how the fuck did you get into this shit?

i hope i'm not interrupting anything.

you're amazing. you've figured this all out already.

hey, business is business.

you use a gun, i use a fountain pen.

he could be a fucking bartender for all we know.

the FBI is here.

want a breath mint?

are we on schedule?

what about the body that fell out the window?

i can live with that.

why the fuck didn't you stop them?

oh god, please don't let me die.

i'm on your side, you assholes!

i wanted this to be professional, efficient, adult, cooperative... not a lot to ask.

something's wrong.

you don't like flying, do you?

you didn't bring me along for my charming personality.

we are both professionals.

do you smoke?

right up the ass.

you macho assholes.

i know the type. i think he's got his eye on you.

we may have some problems.

i need backup assistance!

no one is coming to help you.

no one kills him but me.

are you crazy?

good enough?

[girlgenius1111]

adrenaline junkie

r loves to do dangerous things, relishing in the thrill, the rush of ecstasy that rushes through her. until her overprotective teammates find out about some of her hobbies. and then others find out. it doesn't go great.

disclaimer- as has been established, i do not have BDE, so i haven't ever ridden a motorcycle. or done like most of the things r does in this.

At first, it was only small things that the girls noticed. How you would climb up on stuff and jump off, prompting intense scoldings from your captains and the coaches. If this was any indication as to how they'd act if they learned about your... more intense hobbies, you were pretty determined not to let them find out.

There were different rules for professional athletes than people who's jobs didn't rely on their ability to walk. While it wasn't in your contract, you weren't supposed to do anything physically dangerous. No motorcycles, no skydiving, no cliff jumping, no zip lining, no swimming with sharks. It was all very discouraged.

You were an adult, though, a whole entire individual who could safely decide to do dangerous things for fun. Your teammates still thought of you as a kid, Alexia and Lucy especially. And sure, you were young, but completely capable of making rational decisions for yourself.

You'd had a couple close calls; as big of a city Barcelona was, your teammates all lived near you, and it only made sense that it was only a matter of time before you were caught. Your motorcycle was parked in the building's parking lot, but none of your teammates knew that it was yours when they came over. At least, not at first.

-----

You'd decided to use your bike one morning to go grab coffee. The place was too far to walk, but it was a nice day, and you wanted to enjoy the fresh air. It was a few days into the holiday break, so you knew that a lot of your teammates would be out of Barcelona, at home with their families. This is why you didn't worry about going to the coffee shop that a lot of your teammates frequented. Which would turn out to be a mistake.

You'd had to circle the block the coffee shop was on before you could get a spot right in front. You pulled in, turning the engine off and taking off your helmet, leaving your jacket on. When you turned your attention to the coffee shop, or rather the little tables outside of it, you froze.

There, at one of the little tables with their coffees, sat Ingrid and Frido, jaws practically on the floor as they stared at you. Deciding to play it cool, hoping that if you acted like you hadn't done anything wrong, they'd be alright about it, you walked over to their table.

"Hey guys! I didn't know either of you were still in town." Ingrid was supposed to take Mapi with her to Norway, (Mapi had been complaining about the upcoming cold weather for weeks, but every time she even mentioned spending Christmas with Ingrid's family, she got this disgusting, love sick look on her face). Frido was also supposed to head home to Sweden.

Their only response was to gawk at you, stunned into silence.

"Guys?" You said, playfully waving a hand in front of their faces. This seemed to bring them out of their temporary stress-induced coma. Ingrid stood up, almost knocking the whole table over in the process.

"Are you CRAZY?" She shouted, hands flapping in the air as she spoke, gesturing wildly. Frido's mouth was opening and closing, as if she had so many things to yell, she couldn't settle on one.

"About...?" You said, looking between her and Frido, pretending that you didn't know very well what they were upset about.

"YOU KNOW WHAT ABOUT!" Ingrid yelled, pointing a finger insistently behind you.

"Ingrid, you're kind of making a scene." You mumbled, looking out of the corner of your eye at the pedestrians nearby staring at the Norwegian. She only scoffed in response, hands on her hips, waiting for you to explain yourself.

"You know who is going to make a scene? Alexia, when she finds out her perfect, precious, protégée rides motorcycles in her free time." Frido said finally. Your cool demeanor vanished.

"No, no, Frido you cannot tell her, she would kill me. Kill me dead. And if she didn't Lucy would. Actually, I'm pretty sure half of the team would kill me. Besides Pina. And Mapi."

Ingrid lets out an indignant noise. "Sell the motorcycle and we won't tell."

"You want me... to sell it? Come on, guys, it's not even that dangerous." You try, faltering when both girls rise to their feet again.

"NOT THAT DANGEROUS?" They shout together, and you throw your hands in the air, cutting them off before their lecture can really begin.

"Alright, alright, I'll sell it. You guys are boring. And you better not tell anyone about this. No one. Not even Mapi." You said, making them promise they wouldn't speak a word of it.

They insisted on driving home with you, following your bike in Ingrid's car. They honked whenever anyone came even close to you, and every time you caught a glimpse of them through their windows, Frido was staring at you like a cop tailing a murder suspect. At one point, you were going maybe 5 over the speed limit, and Frido stuck her head out the window, instructing you to slow down immediately.

If it wasn't so incredibly annoying, it probably would have been funny.

You parked the bike elsewhere, now, in case either of the Nordic girls decided to check and make sure the motorcycle was really gone.

-----

Mapi must have cracked Ingrid, you're sure of it. And you knew, too, that she only told Alexia on you because she was jealous that you had a motorcycle and she didn't. Of course, Ingrid thought you'd gotten rid of it. You hadn't. And Alexia, being Alexia, was suspicious enough to figure out that you still owned the motorcycle. She'd come over, accompanied by Lucy and Irene, completely unannounced. You'd let her in, somewhat confused. She snooped around without telling you what she was looking for, before triumphantly holding up the keys to your bike. They were hanging on the hook where they always were, but no one had ever thought to pay attention to them before.

Alexia yelled at you like she'd never yelled before, about the dangers of riding a motorcycle, about lying to her, about not listening when the older girls had tried to keep you safe. She was going on and on, and while Irene and Lucy had started off looking like they agreed with her, they were also definitely over the lecture after a few minutes.

You were in hot water with Alexia as soon as the words left your mouth; you weren't stupid, you knew how she would react to what you had just said, but you had always been hotheaded and her hovering and nagging had gotten to you today.

"You don't need to know about everything in my life, Alexia! I've gone skydiving, and I haven't died. I swam with sharks, and didn't die. Cliff jumping? Zip lining? Bungee jumping? Drag racing? I have done all of that, all since I've been with this team, and I am completely fine. You aren't my mother, and I don't need you to act like you are. I don't need your opinion on everything I do, I don't need you watching my every move. I can do what I want." You snapped. Alexia took a step back from where she'd been standing, a look of hurt flashing across her face.

"Y/n, you're way out of line," Lucy said, looking angry again. Irene nodded her head in agreement.

"No, no. She's right. I'm not her mother. She can do what she wants." Alexia said softly. She dropped the keys onto the counter, and walked out your door without another word.

You were flooded with guilt. Alexia had been more of a parent figure than anyone else in your life had ever bothered to be. You were grateful for it, you really were. She was part of the reason you were the person you were today, having spent the last of your teenage years on the team with her. She'd always watched out for you, always took the time to make sure you were okay. She'd expressed to you, before, her worry that she was overstepping, doing more than you wanted her to do. You'd thrown that right back in her face.

"You need to apologize. That wasn't fair of you." Irene said coldly.

"I just-"

"-No. You and I both know everything that Alexia has done for you, gone out of her way to do for you. She loves and cares about you, obviously you doing stupid and dangerous things is going to bother her." Irene's voice was deadly serious, arms crossed over her chest as she stared you down.

"When you moved here from England, do you know that Alexia called Leah, and talked to her for hours trying to get to know you, and make the transition as easy as possible?" Lucy cut in.

"When you got that concussion last season and you were in the hospital, she sat awake, all night, next to your bed, too worried to rest." Irene continued.

"She has an England shirt with your name on it that she wears to watch you play, did you know that? No one is allowed to see her in it, but she doesn't miss any of your games for England. Not one."

"Your first Christmas here, she went all out with Christmas decorations. You were living with her then, and she wanted the day to be special, even if it wasn't the way she normally did it."

They were switching off, seemingly having endless examples of all the things Alexia had done for you. You were blinking, hard, memories of how easy Alexia had made everything for you flashing through your mind. Lucy spoke more gently.

"You were 16 when you got here, y/n. She has done more for you than anyone. You're her kid whether you like it or not. It doesn't matter that you're 19 now, it doesn't matter that you don't live with her anymore."

"She deserves better than you lying to her about your dangerous hobbies, and she deserves better than how you just treated her. Fix it." Irene finished, tone still just as cold as it had been. She was, herself, rather protective of Alexia, you knew. Her reaction was completely warranted, you knew that too.

Irene turned then too, walking out your door and shutting it behind her. Only Lucy remained, staring at you critically.

"I didn't mean to hurt her feelings." You said weakly.

"I know. You did, though."

"I don't know why I said any of that, I was just annoyed."

"You're young, it's a young person thing to not think before you speak. You do it all the time, normally it doesn't end as poorly as this did." Lucy tried to joke, hating the sad frown on your face, even if you probably deserved it. You just shook your head, looking up at her as a single tear fell down your cheek.

"What do I do, Luce?"

"Give it a couple hours, and then go apologize. And sell the damn motorcycle. Or I'll remove the engine or something." At this, you did smile, if only weakly. "C'mere," she said gruffly, pulling you into a tight hug. "It'll be fine, kid. Alexia would forgive you for anything."

You hoped she was right.

-----

You stood at Alexia's door, about a half hour later. You'd meant to wait as long as Lucy had said, but you couldn't do it. You were fidgeting with your fingers as you waited for her to answer, not really sure what would greet you.

You'd seen Alexia mad, obviously. And you'd seen her sad, though less often. But you'd never seen her sad because of something you'd done. It made you feel sick, that you'd repaid her years of kindness with rude comments that completely disregarded how much she had done for you, because you were slightly annoyed with her behavior. If she was sad, you weren't sure how you could fix it.

When she answered the door, you were stunned, stunned, to see Alexia's eyes slightly red and puffy, like she'd been crying.

"Hola pequeña," she said roughly, wiping at her face as if to rid it of the evidence as to how upset she was.

"Can I come in?" You asked.

"Of course," she said, stepping to the side immediately to let you in. She led you to the living room, and you both took seats on the couch. The Alexia sitting next to you was not one you were used to seeing; you could tell how hurt she was by what you said. You could also tell she was trying to pretend she wasn't hurt, whether because she didn't want to make you feel bad, or because she was embarrassed at the obvious and uncharacteristic display of emotion. You chewed on your lip for a minute, trying to figure out how to apologize.

"Ale, I'm so sorry," you began.

"It's fine," she said, brushing your apology off. She tried to smile at you, but it was weak, and it didn't reach her eyes. It was going to be hard for you to get out what you needed to say, you knew. You weren't good at expressing your emotions, and you'd never really admitted to Alexia what an important role she had played in your life. You tried to show her through actions, but your words earlier had undone anything you'd accomplished in terms of letting her know how much you appreciated her.

"No, it's not fine. I was completely unfair to you. I didn't mean what I said, not at all. I... you've been... for me..." You trailed off, words getting jumbled. "I don't know why this is so hard for me to say."

"It's alright, pequeña, I get it," Alexia said, and she did sound less upset, like she knew what you were trying to say.

"I'm not used to having people in my life that care. I mean, I am now, because I have you and the team, but it still surprises me sometimes when I do something, and people... people care about what happens to me. You've always cared, though. Even when I was an angsty 16 year old with an attitude problem, and I didn't want you to care, you did anyway."

You take a big breath, trying to steady your voice. "You've been more of a parent to me than anyone. I value your opinion, I really appreciate that you care enough to be mad at me when I do something stupid. I'm sorry I said otherwise, because that wasn't true. I was just frustrated, but you deserve better than that. I'm really sorry about what I said, and I'm sorry that I don't express how much I appreciate everything you've done for me."

You take a peak at Alexia once you've finished talking, and find her looking out the window, jaw set tightly. At first, you think she's upset about something that you said. You see her lip wobble slightly, though, before she bites down on it, and realize what's actually going on. Your captain schools her features, before turning to you.

"Thank you for apologizing. I... I was hurt by what you said. I can't help but worry about you, and I know I probably go overboard with it sometimes, but I look at you and see the scared 16 year old you were when you got here, and all I want to do is protect you."

Alexia shuffled closer to you on the couch. "And I know you appreciate me, pequeña. You might not say it, but you show it. You don't need to thank me for caring about you, though. You shouldn't ever feel like you have to thank anyone for that. You deserve love, pequeña, I hope you know that."

You fall somewhat unsteadily into her arms, which wrap around you in a comforting embrace. You blink your tears away, wondering how your apology to Alexia turned into her comforting you, but that was the magic of Alexia Putellas.

"Y/n?” She says, chin resting on top of your head.

"Yeah?"

"Did you really do all those things you said you did?" She sounds slightly ill at the idea, and you wince, wishing you hadn't overshared all of those details.

"Yeah," you answer meekly.

"Dios mio," she mumbles.

"I'll sell the motorcycle," you say placatingly. Alexia lets out a short laugh at that, pulling back from you to look you in the eye.

"I know you will. You aren't ever riding that thing again."

"Well..." You said, unable to stop yourself from glancing towards where you had parked said motorcycle.

"You did not... drive it here... to apologize to me..." Alexia choked out, baffled.

"I did," she groans in exasperation. "But only because I'm taking it back to the dealership right after this. I called, they're gonna buy it back off me." You smile sheepishly at her.

She glares at you. "You better be telling the truth."

"I am, Ale, I promise." You rise, heading back towards the door.

"Good. Off you go, then. Get rid of that deathtrap. And wear your helmet. And drive under the speed limit. And stick to side streets, not busy ones. And-"

"-Alexia, I've been riding it for a year, I'll be fine." You say, fighting the urge to roll your eyes. The blonde looks genuinely anxious at the idea of you driving off on it. "I promise, the dealership isn't far from here, and I'll text you once I'm back home."

She nods, looking at the motorcycle parked outside with an expression full of disdain. "Drive safe," she says finally, and you promise that you will.

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You did drive safe. It wasn't your fault that someone ran a red light, or that it just happened to occur right as you were in the middle of the intersection. It wasn't your fault that the car practically t-boned you, the last minute braking doing very little to ease the impact. It wasn't your fault that you were thrown off the bike, sliding and rolling painfully along the pavement until you came to a stop several feet away.

It wasn't your fault.

Still, as you looked up at the sky, feeling yourself begin to lose consciousness, you knew that the fact that it wasn't your fault would not get you out of trouble with Alexia. She couldn't kill you if you were already dead, though, you thought. That was horrifying, and you jerked your eyes back open, trying to stay awake. It was no use, though, and your eyes closed against your will, head rolling weakly to the side on the concrete as spots flooded your vision, until everything around you was dark and quiet.

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HA.

part 2 tomorrow :)

[lesmiix]

Hiii could you do Hyun-ju x femreader and how’d she’d be in an argument? And the aftermath, maybe a little smut too…🙏

Love your fics btw!!🫶🫶

NSFW ONE-SHOT: Bruised Egos, Marked Skin.

Hyun-ju x fem!reader.

Summary: Just like any other couple, sometimes you and Hyun-ju had arguments, which ended up with both of you "forgiving" eachother.

Warnings: Smut, jealous reader, oral sex, reader recieving, There is no specification as to whether Hyun-ju has had bottom surgery or not.

a/n: Thank you for the requests!!!! I hope you like it

💜HYUN-JU REQUESTS ARE OPEN!💜

Your blood burned just by looking at them. They were talking so cheerfully, between eye contact and laughter, how she had her hand on his shoulder while she laughed and he had his hand on her waist.

God you couldn't stand this.

You and Hyun-ju went on a party with your group of friends and by chance she met a friend from university, or that's what one of her friends told you when you asked who was that guy who was looking so intensely at your girldriend.

"Girl, calm down, it looks like you're going to kill the guy with that stare in your face." One of your friends said, making you look at her instead.

"Why are they so fucking close? Doesn't he know what the fuck is personal space?" You exclaimed, taking another sip of your cocktail.

"C'mon y/n, relax, they're just firends." They said while trying to calm you down.

Some minutes later Hyun-ju came back and sat beside you, still smiling from the encounter.

"Having a good time, I see." You muttered passive-aggressively.

"Yeah! It had been a long time since I haven't seen him." She answered, laying her head on top of yours, not being aware of the situation.

Your friends looked at you, seeing how your face was slightly red and you were playing with your own hands, something you used to do when you were anxious or upset.

They only laughed at how obvious your emotions were and kept talking about anything, keeping the conversation fluid.

Some hours later, you finally went to your home. One of your friends gave all of you a ride to each one's house.

Once they finally dropped you and Hyun-ju, you both walked towards your apartment, without saying a word, you entered first, taking off your shoes and leaving the bag on the small table besides the entry.

Hyun-ju noticed how quiet you were, so she decided to ask.

"Hey, babe, is everything alright? You have been really quiet for the past few hours."

"You know what's wrong with me, you had a great time with that guy, right? You looked very close." You answered, still not looking at her and walking towards your shared bedroom.

"Huh? What do you mean?" She innocently asked, following you.

You turned around, looking deep in her eyes.

"Did you enjoy how he was caressing your waist? Did you enjoy how he looked at you? With that lust in his eyes? Because I fucking didn't." Without being aware you began to raise your voice at her.

"Y/n, what the fuck are you talking about? We were just friends at university, that's it." She defended herself, trying to reach for your arm.

"Oh yeah? Friends look at eachother like that? As if he wanted to fuck the other? Huh? Because I don't fucking think so." In that moment you exploded, remembering how he looked at her, how sometimes his eyes fell to her breasts, how his hand was moving up and down on her waist.

She denied.

"God, he wasn't staring at me like that."

"Oh, no, of course he didn't. Of course he would never look at you in that way. Why? Ow because the poor dude respects his friend enough not to move his hand to his friend's ass? Why don't you go with that little friend of yours yo his house so he invites you to another glass of whiskey just so he keeps staring at your-?"

"That's enough, y/n. Stop acting like a teenager." Hyun-ju finally said just to walk out of the room and went to the shower so she'd relax a bit.

You sat in bed, thinking about the whole situation. Did you cross the line? Fuck.

You thought about waiting until she got out of the shower, but the minutes felt like hours, so you decided to go to the bathroom and knocked on the door.

You heard a "what?" coming from inside.

"May I come in?" You asked, a bit embarrassed.

When she gave you permission you opened the door and walked inside. The condensation of the water did not let you see clearly. Hyun-ju had her back to you, you could see her figure. You started taking off your clothes, and then got into the shower with her.

"What do you want?" She questioned, without turning around.

"I'm sorry." Your voice came out in a whisper, head resting on her shoulder.

She didn't answer right back, silence filled the room for some seconds until she spoke again.

"I only have eyes for you, you know it." She said, trying to reassure you.

"Show me." You started. "Show me you only have eyes for me." You turned her around by holding her hips, she looked down at you.

Before she could answer your lips connected to hers in a passionate kiss. Your hands started travelling her body, finally resting on her chest. And she wasn't left behind either, she also started exploring your body. Hyun-ju began to lower her kisses down your neck and chest, leaving them covered in hickeys. She went down and down until she was on her knees in front of you, coming face to face with your arousal. She started by kissing your thighs and massaging them, to finally approach your crotch. She gave your clit a long lick, making you shudder at the sensation. Your hand tangled in her hair, gently tugging at her hair with every spasm she gave you from the pleasure.

Your knees shook as she inserted 2 fingers into you while her tongue played with your bud. Damn she did it so well you felt like you were going to faint.

A few minutes later you start to feel a knot form in your stomach, god you were so close. Your eyes rolled back in your head, feeling in pure ecstasy as she increased the pace.

"I- I'm close, Ju. Please" You begged, pushing her head a bit more forward in desperation.

What brought you to orgasm was when she sucked on your clit. You let your breath out in gasps and soft moans, as your breathing returned to normal.

Hyun-ju finally stood up, giving you a last kiss on the lips, so you could taste yourself on them.

"I've told you I only have eyes for you, dear".

[steviewashere]

Late night fic idea that I'm definitely going to try and write at some point!!

Definitely very angsty. Steve's got bad parents. A few arguments. And Steve basically restarting his adult life. But it would definitely have a happy ending! Walk with me here.

In early 1987, Steve gets into a nasty argument with his parents. About how much of a disappointment he is, how he can't hold a good enough job, that he's just not who they wanted him to be. They tell him, pretty loudly, that if he can't grow up, then he needs to get out.

He, of course, is very upset by the result of this argument. Because he's trying his damn hardest at this whole adult thing. He's trying his damn hardest to be the person everybody wants him to be; the older brother, the best friend, the boyfriend—the good guy. Yet, even though he's completely emotionally devastated, he still goes to Eddie's because they have a date.

He's not very attentive during the date. Ignoring Eddie's comments sometimes. Giving half answers. And Eddie takes it the opposite of something wrong with Steve—no, he thinks there's something wrong with him. They end up having their own nasty, explosive argument. One that ends with Eddie muttering something along the lines of, "God, I hate you so much right now." He doesn't mean it, knows he doesn't mean it because it's too easy to just say a bullshit claim than talk it all out, hash it out as it is, figure out the root of the problem. However, Steve doesn't know this. Steve thinks Eddie means it.

Thinks that Eddie's just been putting on this interested facade to save Steve's lonely, battered heart. That maybe the novelty of their relationship ran out a long time ago. Eddie's just now telling it as it is; the same way Nancy had. A bullshit relationship, one that never meant anything. (And similar to Nancy, they don't really mean it. It's all just moment of passion stuff).

Steve leaves Eddie's. Leaves with his heart dropped out of him, wet and dead on Eddie's carpet. He leaves with bile in the back of his throat, eyes that ache, a head that's too messy to sort through. And then, the only idea that becomes clear to him: he has to get out.

Get out of Hawkins.

Because if Eddie was thinking something like that all along, who else has been thinking the same thing? Dustin? Max? Robin?

He goes to work. Submits a letter of resignation. Gives the courtesy of two more weeks. And then...

He packs all that he thinks he needs in a couple bags: a backpack and a duffel bag. He sells his car, the only money he now has to his name, plus whatever his last Family Video paycheck is. Steve gets on the closest bus, one that'll take him to a shuttle, and he takes a train out of Indiana.

Goes west. Goes to a shitty neighborhood in Sacramento, as far as he can get. He got the transfer request sent over to a Family Video here, he'll start there soon. He stays in a hotel for a couple nights, a couple nights before he finds a last minute lease for a shitty apartment.

And he just stays there. Stays in Sacramento.

He calls Robin's house once on a payphone, that way he can't be tracked. Robin's not home when he calls. He gives a message to her mom: "Tell Robin that I'm sorry. And...and that I love"—he'd sigh—"Yeah. Yeah, just tell her that I'm sorry, please. I did what I had to." He hangs up, doesn't give another way for him to be contacted and he moves on.

Some years pass. He hasn't been taking care of himself all that well, it's noticeable in how he looks. Scraggly facial hair, heavy eyes, lanky and skinny body, he's mowed down most of his hair. Just looks like an imposter in his own skin. He's working a different dead-end retail job—some supermarket, one that's owned by a corporation, he's one in thousands; somebody not cared for. His social life is nothing. He's weird around other people, weird in general; trauma that's been left unsolved, nightmares that keep him awake (so his neighbors now have a vendetta against him), stares too hard, doesn't like to talk anymore. He's hollow. A man who nobody knows, no connotations, no stupid hierarchies or nicknames attached to him. He's just Steve Harrington, some guy.

Yet, in the time he's been there, he takes up a few hobbies. Ones that work well with his secluded lifestyle. He picks up painting and photography. Things he never thought he'd be interested in. But...but he gets too bored, so he tries.

Finds out that he's good. Finds out that he's good enough for his own small studio space. For a small exhibit in the local art museum. And there, on the floor of his exhibit, idling between people who want to know more about the guy that keeps showing up in his paintings: brown eyes and pink mouth and smiles that are too big for his face; and the woman: a bob with bangs, crystal blue eyes, and a kindness that shows in her soft smiles; it's there that he sees an all too familiar face.

Eddie meets his eyes. Older, grown into his body, same brown eyes, same long curly hair. And there's a sheen of tears in his stare. A recognition he never thought he'd receive.

And there's silence. People passing them by.

Until, when the exhibit is empty except for them, Steve can only muster a simple, "Hey." And a smile, something thin that doesn't feel very real. Didn't want to be found, not yet. But in the paintings, he's been dreaming; he's been searching.

From the entryway of another exhibit, one that connects to Steve's, Robin appears. She's got that '90s pixie. And cherry stained lips. Grunge eyeshadow and an ill fitting, hole-riddled t-shirt that Steve slowly realizes is one he wore; those red Converse from Scoops, faded black Sharpie, but the only text that's still dark (as if it's been written over and over) is one he put there: "Dingus was here". She doesn't even speak. Only knows. Tripping over her own feet, dashing across the waxed floor, sliding across it with clumsy limbs. Crashing straight into Steve, hefting him up in her arms, squeezing him so tight he can't breathe.

When she places him back down on the ground, standing side by side with Eddie, the two of them simply staring at him in awe and relief, Eddie finally speaks for the two of them.

He fucking speaks. His voice is dripping with relief, yearning rich and honey-sweet in the vowels. Words full of love that's been stirring slow like a stew in his heart, thick and clogging.

"There you are, sweetheart. There you are."

[dzvelinaskebiyars]

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Pov: you saved a stray cat and want to keep it(*´▽`)ﾉ tagging: @shintaru @scareeemonstaah dividers: @dollywons

Wooin:

He knew you loved animals, so much. You'd probably choose some stray dog over him but gosh, he thought it was clear that he doesn't want to take care any animal.

Guess he was wrong to think that.

You just came back home, calling his name happily and he rushed to see you too but the furry ball in your hands caught his attention immediately. It was a cat. Kitten, to be more specific. It had grey furr and big green eyes, comfortably resting in your hands.

"What is that?" He asked with a sigh, already knowing the answer you'd give him.

"A kitten! Isn't he so cute? So adorable?" You said, petting the kitten gently like it could break under smallest pressure.

"I can see what is that. But why did you bring it here?" He questioned you again and before you could answer, he continued. "If you wanted a cat, I could have just bought it. Why would you bring dirty stray cat?"

"Don't say that." You said in scolding tone, bringing the kitten to your chest like it was your own child. "His leg was stuck so I helped him and brought it with me because I didn't have any food nor money on me." You walked past Wooin, who looked like stressed out mom, and went in the kitchen. "I'll feed him here."

"And then let him go, right?" He asked with fake smile, but it immediately dropped when you just looked at him and smiled back without saying anything. He couldn't hold back a groan that came out of his throat - you are going to keep him and he knows he's going to be the one paying for whatever it will need.

Less to say, Wooin wasn't pleased by that cat. Heck, he even called it biohazard which resulted in him getting smacked by you. Despite that, he gave you money you needed to take your beloved cat to vet and got him vaccinated.

To be entirely honest, Wooin didn't complain much. It kind of surprised you. Oh well, if we exclude the times when the kitten pissed on his hoodie that he picked out to wear, which frustrated Wooin to no end. It got worse when the kitten pissed in his car and hence, poor furry ball wasn't allowed in his Mustang anymore.

Ofc you bought sand for your kitten and teached him where his bathroom was. You were so passionate about rising him, always feeding him right on time, cleaning his sand, buying him toys and no matter what he did, you were patient with him. Most of all, you looked happy.

Seeing that, Wooin couldn't bring it in himself to neglect the kitten himself. He wasn't doing anything major honestly, just letting the kitten sleep in his lap and sometimes playing with him if Wooin was in the mood.

"You love him too, don't you?" You asked Wooin one day, pointing at the kitten in your arms while giving Wooin your brightest smile.

Wooin looked up from his phone, stared at you for a few seconds then glanced to kitten and sighed. "No, I just don't mind him that much."

"So you love him~" You sing-songed, purposely getting on your boyfriend's nerves.

"Y/n--"

"Yes you do! You even let him sleep with you." You protested, recalling the sight of Wooin sleeping with cute grey cat snuggling in his neck. "So this kitten is yours too now."

He didn't complain anymore, just letting out small "fine" but you definitely heard it. Not like it wasn't already his considering you bought everything with HIS money for some stupid kitten, but yeah no reason to complain now. Maybe, yeah, he didn't want anything else added to his responsibilities but surely he could handle two cats (one you and second the kitten). But still, there was a line he wouldn't cross. "I'm not cleaning his shit though."

"Oh..." You exhaled. "So you don't like to clean his shit...." His eye twitched slightly, knowing whatever was gonna come out of your mouth was something he wouldn't like. "But you clean up after Joker's butt-"

"That's it."

In the end, you kept a kitten but I'm not sure about your ability to walk...

Joker/Hajun:

On warm sunny day, which was supposed to be comforting, your lovely boyfriend rushed outside from his house, leaving his brothers with tons of questions but he would apologize to them later. Now, he was busy running as fast as he could to the location you shared with him.

Why did she just share her location without saying anything else? Was she attacked? Kidnapped? Is she asking for help? She must be. This is Hajun's thought process right now.

And as he took the turn, he finally saw you - kneeling down, your head down as you were looking at something. His eyes immediately scanned for any suspicious person close to you, highly alerted and waiting for an attack but---

"Hajun, you're here! Look who I found!" You beamed at him happily, showing him the cute white kitten you just found.

Hajun stopped in his track, panting and scanning you with his eyes, then looking at you like you grew four heads when he realized that you were just fine but soon his brain processed that you shared your location because of a kitten.

"Did it scratch you?" He asked.

Your happy expression immediately dropped into confused one. "No?"

"Then did it bite you?"

"No, what-why are you even asking that?! Does she look evil to you?!" You questioned him, checking him up and down with bombastic side eye like he personally offended you.

"Then you aren't hurt, right?" He asked, mostly to reassure himself.

"No Hajun, I'm fine." You sighed. "I just shared my location because this cutie," you turned your attention to the kitten in your hands. "was stuck and I couldn't get her out. But I managed to before you came here."

Hajun stared at you then at the kitten, it had two different eye colors - right was green and left was blue - she kinda reminded him of Vinny, with heterochromia and paleness.

"Is her injury bad?" He asked. "We could take her to vet."

"Nah, she's thankfully fine. But yeah it's better to visit the vet just in case!" You spoke before slyly looking up at Hajun. "So...This means we're keeping her, right?"

Hajun hesitated for a moment. He doesn't have anything against kitten but...Can he take care of her, puppy, his brothers and you at the same time? But, my god, all the worrying thoughts disappeared once you looked at him with those eyes, those cute pleading eyes that he'd gladly start wars for.

"...Yeah." He answered, watching how your face immediately lit up in joy. Gosh, how could he even think of saying no to you?!

Guess his youngest brother will get the cat he wanted! And Hajun?....He'll manage somehow. For you.

Hyuk:

Such a lovely rainy day, the sound of rain droplets hitting the surface was so amazingly calming to the point that Hyuk thought he'd get good nap in your shared bed. But you...had other ideas.

Hearing the unstoppable banging on the door as if someone was getting murdered, Hyuk immediately got up and walked towards the door rather calmly, thinking it was probably that annoying old woman you two had unfortunate luck to have as a neighbor but no, it was you, soaked and holding black furry ball - kitten, in your arms as if to shield it.

"Gosh, it's raining so heavily!!" You exhaled, immediately taking your heels off and throwing your bag god knows where, you were just glad it was finally off your shoulders.

"A kitten?" Hyuk tilted his head to the side to get a better look. The kitten had black furr, scared black eyes, breathing unevenly. It immediately hid its face in your arms after seeing Hyuk. Gosh he really should brush his hair after he gets out of bed...

"Yup! I found him on the streets. He was freezing in the rain, Hyuk." You spoke while hugging the poor kitten, who was still trembling from the merciless cold outside.

"I see.." He hummed, leaning in to get the better look but the kitten kept avoiding making eye contact with him. "Seems like he hates me already."

You shook your head with a chuckle. "Nooo, he's just not used to you yet. In this state, he would be scared of anyone." You put your slippers on and put the kitten down on the floor. He took his time sniffing everything, carefully observing rooms, processing his sudden change of location. Or maybe poor kitten went in another room because Hyuk was watching it like it was some kind of laboratory subject yet to be analyzed.

"You're keeping him? Or are you gonna let him go outside later?" Hyuk turned to face you but you were too busy trying to hold back your laughter at his messy appearance.

"Um...Ke-keep him of-pft-" You couldn't even finish the sentence as you burst out laughing. While Hyuk stared at you like confused child.

His hair looked like it went through hurricane, tornado and electrocution at the same time, his drool was still on his cheek and his eyebrows were so messy. Heck, he even looked like he still hasn't mentally woken up.

"No wonder kitten was scared. You look like you escaped asylum." You snorted, giggling at his frown. "Go back to bed and I'll come back too. I have to go to bathroom first to remove my makeup." You spoke up again, walking towards the bathroom doors.

"Mhm, okey." Hyuk rubbed his left eye before taking steps towards the bedroom again and when he entered, he saw the kitten, looking at him with wide scaredy eyes while Hyuk was equally as shocked.

....

This stupid cat pissed on his bed.