#srry for ghosting u all

[moriitis]

Don't talk to strangers on the internet.

Toby Rogers x Female Reader. Content/Warnings; phone sex, dirty talk, masturbation, threats, graphic themes, sexual themes.

18+ MINORS DNI. NSFW/SMUT.

Word count; 4.7k

So, you met this guy. He was cute, his pictures on his social media were inviting enough and eventually the two of you got around to talking. He was.. charming of sorts, oh, and funny too! But there was one thing that always rubbed you the wrong way, how he always avoided certain questions. You'd had your fair share of friendships over the wonders of the internet, you knew a handful of people and if you were asked, you knew their age, whereabouts they came from and what their dog was called. The usual information you felt any friend was ought to know but this guy.. you weren't sure; a part of you just assuming that maybe he some sort of catfish? - Or just a very private person and hey, who were you to blame? The internet could be a weird, dangerous and pretty scary place. You'd had the phrase 'Stranger danger' drilled into your head more times than you could count. But him -

Toby.

That was all you knew of him. Well, other than he was also in his twenties and owned a crappy pick up truck. He'd met you through -

Toby: a friend of a friend….. thought u seemed cute :)

And well, he was cute to so fuck it; you gave him a chance and opened the DM he sent. His Instagram was plain as anything, with barely any followers and equally barely posts. Some crappy mirror selfie, a photo of his truck and then a picture of a cake. It all felt… well, weird and it gave your gut a weird feeling.

[Y/N]: friend of a friend? umm.. who?

Naturally, you were open to meeting new people and forming friendships, but your Instagram was pretty private and you couldn't think of which friend who would give it out without your consent.

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And it was a screenshot of your friends Instagram. It was.. better than nothing but it only opened up a lot more questions than answers. It was bad, you were single, lonely and he was cute; so fuck it you'd let it slide this once. After accepting his follow request, you allowed him further into your private life. The photos and pictures on your feed detailing every part and aspect of your life. The park you would visit, what you ate for breakfast, your Spotify wrapped, photos of your pets, it was endless but your Instagram was your safe space; so you posted a lot on there. Even after accepting him, a part of you expected him to almost immediately ask for nudes or better yet, send some unasked dick picture in your DMs. But that was where Toby surprised you, because for months he kinda just ghosted you or wouldn't message at all. You weren't going to complain, you liked not having someone spam the shit out of you.

Then, as days and weeks ticked by, you'd upload more. Admittedly, you forgot about your little DM encounter with Toby until he liked your photo. It was just a picture of your new nails, a little treat you'd like to get once the blue moon. As soon as you got the notification, your phone buzzed again and it was another DM from Toby.

Toby: hey. sorry i havent messaged in awhile. lol

You blinked, unsure on what to type back but it was too late now because you'd opened the message and he had seen that you had seen it. So you both sat in the chat, lingering, that familiar online green dot beside his profile picture as you thought on what to say. This small talk shit was… a bit boring and you hated it. So, after a moment, you typed a response.

[Y/N]: oh no dont worry its ok!

He read it in an instant.

Toby: im toby btw. srry i never like rlly introduced myself and now u probs think im some creep

A laughing emoji followed behind his sentence and you couldn't help the smile creeping across your face. You swiftly tapped your fingers against the screen as you typed back a reply.

[Y/N]: im [Y/N]. haha its ok

You cringed a little, you felt like you were being so blunt toward him; so for safety measures you sent a little smiling emoji after your own text.

The small talk flickered back and forth for a couple more months until Toby's messages became a little more consistent and as much as you hated to admit it; you were opening up to him more and more. The awkwardness of the first interaction seemed to have disappeared the more you interacted with him, yet that nagging voice in the back of your mind were persistent. Despite the time you had known each other, Toby would dodge each question you asked him.

[Y/N]: so where r u from?

Then suddenly he'd go offline. Then at other times he would respond at insane hours of the morning. Time zones, you thought. Maybe he were just across the country and he'd respond at times when you were asleep? It made sense, it was logical and yet that voice still lingered; that something was weird about this Toby user. His green flags kept you around though, or the random memes or reels he would send you that would make you laugh. Before you knew it, the months rolled into a year already of knowing him and each time he'd send you a message, there'd be a flutter of excitement in the pits of your stomach.

It was late, well, early actually. Your sleep schedule was beyond fucked and you were sleeping until noon and staying up until the early hours of the morning. Toby must've been a night owl too, because almost every time he saw you online in the early hours of the morning, he'd send a message. This time though, there was no message and he was offline, the chat between the two of you unusually quiet. Now, perhaps it was the lack of sleep and the impulsiveness that followed, but you were lingering in the chat; debating whether you should message him or not. You didn't want to bother or disturb him, especially if he were sleeping.. but you were adamant he had to be awake.

4:24 AM.

[Y/N]: r u awake

Silence, no respond and with a sigh you admitted defeat. Maybe you should just try to sleep. Then, that green bubble appeared next to his picture and you quickly tapped back into the chat.

Toby: now i am

[Y/N]: fuck im srry did i wake u up

Toby: lol nah i was joking :p

You rolled your eyes, smiling softly to yourself.

[Y/N]: wat u doin

Toby's speech bubble appeared, disappeared, appeared and then disappeared again in the chat.

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Your curiosity peaked and you raised a brow. Admittedly, you were nervous to open it because now you were convinced it was going to be a picture of his dick. This had, sadly, happened too many times and it had become a little predictable now. However, as you clicked opened the image, it was nothing but a picture of him laying on a bed. There was a tv on a dresser, it looked like he were watching some movie but honestly, your attention was elsewhere. The sheets were draped over his legs in an almost half-assed fashion. Your eyes, dare you admit it, trailed higher up the photo. His bare legs on display, one laid out straight while the other propped up with his knee in the air. It looked as if he were only in his boxers but you couldn't really tell, it was dark and the only thing illuminating the photo was the glare from the tv before him. Now, Toby was hot, you were single and you couldn't help but admit that maybe you were a little lonely and that photo opened up a lot more feelings than you anticipated to feel tonight. Swiping off the photo, you saw he was lingering in the chat and decided to message back quickly before it got weird.

[Y/N]: oh lol just watching tv. kinda boring.

You teased and Toby sent a laughing emoji.

Toby: probably better than wat u r doing… wat r u doing? huh?!

You laughed at the tone of message. With a huff, you raised your phone above you before snapping a photo. Your face, thankfully, was out of frame, but the photo allowed him to catch a glimpse of your collarbones; the rest of your chest tucked away under the thicket of your duvet. It was a teasing photo, you could admit that. He could see your jaw and jawline, a soft smile across your face.

It was also dark in your room, so you used the phone's flash to give him better access of what he was looking at. Then you sent, not wanting to give it another thought. Toby reacted to the photo with a gasped emoji but you knew he were just teasing, the motion enough to make you chuckle softly.

Toby: ur legit not even doing anything and me watching tv is boring? lol ok.

You loved how comfortable you now seemed with one another, a huge difference compared to a year ago when he first popped up in your DMs. His message made you laugh again, sending him a gif of someone poking their tongue out.

[Y/N]: u sound like a hater

Toby: me??? a hater???? LOLLLLLL sure.

Then the chat went silent a little, but he were still online; waiting, yearning even. This friendship between you and Toby was something you cherished, it flowed so well that it felt as if you guys had known each other longer than a year. With a sigh, you tapped your fingers against your screen; trying to find words to keep the conversation going. It seemed, however, that Toby thought the same thing and he had already beat you to it.

Toby: u know. ive never heard ur voice.

Those words, nothing but a simple array of pixels, was enough to make you feel another flutter of excitement. You were a little surprised by his message and you also knew that he were right. You hadn't heard his voice either and now a part of you were also equally curious.

[Y/N]: what r u implying? lol

Toby: idk. maybe i should have ur number and call u.

You raised a brow, it was smooth; trying to get your number and all that. You weren't going to hesitate, because admittedly you felt a little more comfortable with Toby than ever before.

[Y/N]: lol but its late and im tired. plus i sound like shit :p

It were true and even though everything in your very being told you that you wanted to call him, you were also a little nervous at the prospect of it.

Toby: u think i care?

He was right, why do you care? Maybe it was because there were feelings that were blossoming. Fuck, and that was bad itself as you had no idea if this guy even had a girlfriend. You didn't want to be some wrecker, or worse, the other woman. But why would you care? Is the only thought you could muster up, it's not like this phone call was going to go anywhere. You were friends, nothing else, no benefits, no strings attached; just two people who enjoy each others company. So, before you knew it you had typed your phone number away in the chat. Nothing followed after a couple minutes, making your hands clammy from sweat. God, you hated phone calls and now you were nothing but a puddle of sweaty anxiety as you waited for him to call.

Then there it was, your phone buzzing from the incoming call. It was an unknown number, naturally and you only assumed it was Toby's. Although you hesitated to answer, feeling yourself chew on the bottom of you lip. Quickly, you answered and pressed your phone to your ear. It was quiet, an awkward silence looming over the two of you.

"Hey," he spoke, his voice a lot more huskier and deeper than you imagined it to be. Immediately, you felt shy and swallowed back the lump in your throat to respond.

"Hey," you replied, your nervousness evident in your tone of voice alone. You could hear a short, brief chuckle emerge from the other end and you sat up a little, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

"I don't think you sound gross," he started, causing a small fluster of red to emerge on your cheeks. You were thankful this wasn't FaceTime. "I l-ll-.. like your voice." He spoke in nothing but a hushed whisper, which yeah, made sense considering it was nearly 5 AM. Toby had opened up to you about his stutters before, so hearing him struggle with some words were nothing out of the ordinary for you. You were thankful he trusted you enough to open up about it really.

You chuckled, trying your best to remain quiet. "Thanks," you started, your heart beating a million beats per second.

Then that awkward silence again and you cringed, licking your lips wet before speaking again.

"Sorry, I'm so awkward," you let you a short chuckle, running a hand through your hair as you tried to act more casual. Toby chuckled again.

"It's okay, I get it," he reassured, his voice soothing and comforting. You palmed nervously at your duvet, not even too sure what to say. There was always so much to say over text and now he had you pinned, in the spotlight a little and you were choking.

"There's a lot I want to say-" you admitted sheepishly and Toby hummed in interest.

"Then say it."

You exhaled a shaky breath, licking your lips once again. As much as he had you pinned, you also had him. There were so many questions you wanted to ask, so many things you wanted to know and now seemed as good time as any. If he were to hang up, then that would answer a lot of your suspicions. "I just feel like I barely know you."

"Then what do you w-ww-.. wanna know?" he asked, his voice gentle and welcoming and frankly it put you on edge a little. You didn't want to interrogate the man but this was the closest you had been to actually knowing more about him in the whole damned year you knew him!

"Well, I'm assuming your name isn't just Toby."

He chuckled.

"I mean, it's Toby… but I do also have a l-llast name, yeah."

You swallowed, throat becoming unbearably dry.

"Well… what is it?" You asked, your anxiety bubbling at the base of your throat as if you were about to throw up.

"Toby Rogers." You could hear him smiling as he said it and you breathed out a sigh of relief which was loud enough for him to hear. "Why'd you wanna know?" And admittedly, you weren't sure. Maybe because it just felt more.. real? Honestly, you just felt better knowing than unknowing.

"I-I-.." you couldn't explain yourself. "Honestly, I don't know-" you admitted, chuckling dryly.

Toby Rogers. Toby Rogers. That name repeated itself in the back of your mind, each time you found yourself almost recognising it more and more. It was so familiar, like you had heard it before and yet you were unsure as to where. Toby's short scoff brought you back to the conversation at hand. You could hear that same tv in the background on his end. It wasn't loud but loud enough for you to make out screaming.

"Are you watching a horror film?" you asked, snorting out a little laugh at his nerdiness. Although, you received no response, no answer. The screaming just filling the end of the phone, you felt that uneasiness creep back into your very being. Then, after a second long silence, he spoke.

"Oh- hah.. sorry, yeah, I am, didn't think you could hear it."

You forced a smile, scratching absently at the back of your neck.

"So.. what are you wearing?" Your heart fell through to your ass and you froze, wide eyed in horror at his sudden question. It was unexpected and nervously you choked out a laugh.

"Uh-" you started and before you could even muster up any courage to speak, he was laughing; which only calmed you briefly.

"Haha! Oh god, I'm joking, I'm not a weirdo-" he chuckled, laughing a lot harder than he had recently done. You rolled your eyes, shit he wanted to play games? You were up for it, but first you needed to fan yourself for a moment. His laughter faded back into that silence as you glanced down at your body. Admittedly, you just wore some old over sized shirt that had acquired many holes over the years and your underwear. Wasn't particularly lingerie, but shit, it's not like you exactly planned to actually do something with this guy?

You snickered to yourself purely because the idea of.. being so intimate with him excited with you more than you'd ever know.

"I'm wearing just some old shirt, that's-.." you choked out a laugh. "That's really too big for me.. and just-.. just my underwear." Toby was silent on the other end, not expecting you to actually straight up answer his question. He let out a short chuckle and then another, not believing what you had said but by the serious tone in your voice, he dawned on him that you were being honest.

"Oh?" he finally croaked out, feeling something stir within him. It was this flutter of excitement, that began in the lower pits of his stomach and finally travelled to his cock. Now, he knew what dangerous game he were playing and he knew that if he accepted this invitation, it could bring him a great deal of trouble. Your voice was just so.. tempting and it lured him in just to taste more of your sweet words. Toby clenched his jaw a little, he was getting so riled up at just the thought of you alone. "You don't sleep naked?" there was a teasing hint in his tone of voice and you chuckled.

"Would you rather I did?" And it was there he melted. Fuck, he'd do anything. He'd tug on some fucking pants right now just to march over to your house and fuck you relentlessly. Your words resulted in him shuddering, his breath hot and heavy down the phone. Toby knew to choose his words carefully here because ultimately he knew he were playing with fire, it's just the only issue was; he was thinking more with his dick now than with his head. Toby scoffed out chuckle once again, his voice a lot more huskier than before.

"I mean.. I would-" he started, his mind a horny, jumbled mess as he tried to conjure up the right words. "Would make it easier for me to fuck you." Speaking those words made his skin prickle, it was so wrong and in that moment it felt so right. The tension in the air was palpable, his mouth feeling increasingly dry. His cock stirred and twitched beneath the fabric of his boxers, making him shift uncomfortably in bed. God, he wasn't gonna jack off tonight but fuck it, if you were gonna, he wasn't going to let you do it alone.

And you weren't any better than he was on the other end, your own clit aching for a simple touch. It made you shift also, in some sort of desperate attempt to feel some fabric against the sensitive nerves. The touch, however, not enough as you felt yourself slipping back into the softness of your pillow. His words almost made your head spin, your breath hitching in your throat as you tried to control your thoughts; which were riddled with nothing but filth. As much as you tried to deny it, you could feel the dampness seep through the thin layer of fabric between your legs, feeling so ridiculously turned on that a part of you questioned how long it had been since you hooked up with someone.

"God-.." you breathed helplessly down the phone, your words and breathless tone already giving Toby the thumbs up that he was headed in the right direction.

It was there he laughed a little, almost in disbelief. "Wait, are you touching yourself?"

You froze a little in his reply, dumbfounded. Should you be? Your body ached for it, so why not? Quickly, you pushed a hand down between your thighs and got to rolling your index and middle finger against your clit. You gasped at the touch, legs parting a little more as you rolled your head back into pillow beneath you. The touch brought an immediate warmth to the lower of your stomach, earning a soft, delicate whimper to escape from between the plumpness of your lips.

Those noises only stirred Toby into motion himself, palming himself through his boxers with a soft grunt here and there. His eyes closed briefly, imagining all those delicate sounds to be coming from the tip of his cock. Wanting to desperately to feel your lips wrapped around his shaft.

"I like those pretty, little sounds," he spoke softly, his voice just above a whisper as he soaked in each sound that flowed through the speaker of his phone. "What are you thinking about while you touch yourself?" he grunted, biting the bottom of his lips briefly as the mental image of you in bed reaching your orgasm to the thought of his cock alone making him almost tremble and whimper himself.

Your fingers, although with a slight tremble, continued to dance against your clit. Rolling it softly in an attempt to pace yourself, but you were hungry for an orgasm and not only that; you were fucking tired. It wasn't like you wanted this to be over, it's just you weren't sure how long you could hold out for. His words fed your actions more as your whines and whimpers continued to flood helplessly through the phone. "I'm think-.." you interrupted yourself with a moan, "I'm thinking about how good you'd feel."

Those words send a shiver of delight down his spine and Toby was feeling too hungry to withdraw himself any longer. So, his hand wrapped around the length of his shaft and slowly he pumped at it. Each motion of his hand sending soft waves of pleasure to course through his bloodstream, a concealed grunt and groan which passed through his clenched teeth. He wasn't exactly a vocal person - though he had to be for the whole idea of phone sex to really work. "Ffuck-" he breathlessly moaned, his cock an aching mess with pre-cum already coating the tip of it; adding only a fraction of lubrication.

Toby's own mind was equally full of sinful thoughts, the idea of running is tongue up between your slit to suckle softly on your clit, or the idea of cumming all over that pretty face of yours. Admittedly, being a fucking murderer meant he didn't get many blissful nights of burying his cock deep in someone; so the thoughts accompanied with those sounds of yours were enough to nearly already make him cum. Stifling a moan with a lip pressed firmly against his upper teeth, he groaned a deep guttural growl.

"I need to feel you-" and a part of you cringed at how desperate you sounded, like whiny slut. Toby didn't mind, why would he? You sounded like a fucking pornstar and he knew it wouldn't be long until he was seeing stars and coating his knuckles in his warm, white liquids.

"Fuck, keep talking," he grunted as his hips bucked into his hand, almost helplessly fucking the palm of his hand. He could only imagine how fucking good your pussy would feel wrapped around him, how wet he would make you, how good he could make you feel. His command did things to you, the way he spoke through gritted teeth and there was a tightness forming not just in your lower abdomen, but in your thighs as well. For a brief moment, your fingers moved from your clit to your dripping cunt, coating your fingers to coat your clit in your wetness. You were torn, wanting to feel something inside you and wanting to give your clit attention; you'd cum either way regardless.

You began to mumble incoherent whimpers, praising him and uttering his name like sweet nothings; words dripping in poison that would intoxicate Toby more and more. Your grip on the phone began getting looser as you felt the warmth rush to your cheeks, your own hips rolling against your fingers in a desperate attempt to reach your orgasm.

"Toby- please make me cum, please-.." you cringed hearing yourself so squeezed your eyes shut. You could feel yourself sinking deeper and deeper into your pillow, a rush of blood creeping across your face and almost making your head spin.

Your words were the tipping point for Toby, and with one final grunt and thrust, stringy ropes shot up and out across his knuckles. "Nng- Ffuck-" he slurred on his own words, the warmth of his own cum sending shockwaves and ripples up his abdomen.

While Toby rolled out the end of his orgasm with some slow thrusts, you hadn't yet reached that phase as you helplessly humped your own fingers, breasts bouncing with each roll out that your hips gave. You were a desperate, panting mess as you tried to quieten and muffle each moan that dared to escape from you. Despite feeling satisfied himself, he knew he couldn't be a dick and leave you hanging on the edge of your orgasm - hell, he could though. Your moans were just good to miss however and quickly his focus returned to you as he came floating back down from his own high.

"The thing's I'd do to-to-… to you-" he choked out, surpassing a tic almost painfully. "I'd love to make you scream," he uttered, his voice lusty with a hint of something else. You hadn't noticed it at the time, but there was a sense of darkness that lingered in the back of his throat. His words having more meaning than a simple mission to get you to orgasm. Your head spun as the muscles in your thighs tightened, your hips bucking violently against your fingers as you reached the height of your own release. There were stars, a soft, long drawn out groan escaping deep within you as your hips continued to buck; a little softly as you rode out the very last of your orgasm. Your fingers rolled your clit until it became nothing but a sensitive bud, sending little jolts as you gasped, feeling sweaty against the mattress of your bed. The sound was music to his hears as he listened, the phone pressed so hard against his ear that for any other person it would've hurt.

"Fuck-" you gasped softly after each pant, allowing your body the time and space to recover.

"I'd love to bash your pretty, little head in with one of my hatchets."

And you felt your once steaming hot body turn into a cold flush, your breath hitching in the back of your throat. Had he really said that? Or was it more background noise from the horror film he was watching? Toby chuckled, it's friendliness vanishing in thin air before you as his demeanour became cold; uninviting. Your brows furrowed, too speechless to form a coherent thought. Was it just.. a kink thing? Was he.. fuck, like roleplaying or something? You were grasping at any explanation before you.

"What." Was all you could muster up, a measly whisper.

"I enjoyed talking to yo-ou. I'll be honest, never done this b-bb-before with most girls, I wooould've let you live… but work is work, you'll understand. Oh," he scoffed. "No, you won't but I'll see ya around, yeah?" And Toby hung up. Leaving you in a state of confusion.

Toby Rogers. Toby Rogers. You repeated it over again, sitting up on your elbow, brows furrowing and staring out into the darkness of your room. Toby Rogers - that name was on the news just the other week, you could've sworn it. The news anchor mentioning something about.. him murdering his Dad.. being a mass criminal.. and how he was still missing after all those years.

And you just had phone sex with him.

sorry if this seems rushed, still trying to find my lingo when it comes to writing smut.

will be a bit mia for the next days, but asks are open (just may take a lil while for me to answer them.) i originally planned for this to be shorter, but i have this weird habit of where once i start writing, i legit cannot stop.

[bbina]

women in male dominated fields | nct dream

about: giving 7dream a taste of their own medicine pairing: situationship!dream x fem!reader notes: bbina writing about situationships again.. what's new? first attempt writing for 7dream again! if u guys have any reqs (can do texts too!) do let me know hehe

mark - hittting him up after ghosting him because he posted on his instagram story

mark realized that he got ghosted by his "situationship" as haechan likes to call it and decided to write a song about it thus prompting him to post that selfie on his instagram story not expecting that you were going to see it

after posting the selfie, he shuts his phone off as he continues to produce his new song inspired by your actions. not a little while later, his phone dings. it was a notification from instagram. mark's eyes widens reading the notification on his phone. it was from you, the one who ghosted him

[yourname] y/n (♡) Replied to your story: 😍

mark fought every demon he had inside him that was telling him to not reply but for some fucking reason he just can't resist you. he inevitably replies much to his own dismay and thus, the cycle repeats

your phone vibrates in your hand. it was a notification that mark had reacted to your dm. you can feel the smile creep up on your face when you swiped up to see him typing

[onyourm__ark] hahaha thanksss [onyourm__ark] is typing...

your smile widens when you take a wild guess what his next message was. you already knew deep in your bones what his three lettered reply

[onyourm__ark] wyd?

and so mark is back in this vicious cycle. what he gets out of this? bangers after bangers of songs of course. now there he was in his studio, eagerly waiting for your reply this time around. hopefully you won't ghost him again but who knows

renjun - not replying to him despite being online

renjun constantly sent you updates throughout his day. from what time he woke up to what he had for breakfast lunch and dinner but only to be left on delivered all day

he would try to call you but it would just go straight to voice mail and that got him worried. did something happen to you? were you busy? why aren't you replying to him?

as the day finally comes to an end, there was still no message from you

that itself should've been the message but renjun thinks otherwise. when his phone lights up, he instantly jumps on it and checks if it was you

it was

you: hey i was out with ningning today. wyd?

that was a lie. you weren't out with ningning all day. you were at home, watching movies and the such while reading his messages from the notification wall on your phone. you had put your phone on dnd just because

renjun frowns at your message. you didn't even reply to any of his messages or let alone read them?

renjun: did you not get my messages? i was texting you all day

you were on your 7th movie when your phone dings again. you let out a loud sigh, seeing that it was. from renjun and not from your friends. quickly, you typed a short reply before turning your phone back on to dnd

you: srry, my bad

and with that, renjun notices the little "y/n has notifications silenced" on the bottom of the screen renjun can only wonder how much can he take from this kind of relationship. if he says something, would you finally change your ways?

jeno — hiding things from him because you knew he'd get mad

ever since that you and jeno started hanging out more and more, things have become a little weird between the two of you. you were too afraid to ask where you were at you just ignored it despite the signs being there

if jeno isn't going to say anything about your evolving "friendship" then why should you?

now here you two were, arguing in the middle of the street after he had accidentally read a text message from someone he doesn't know about some date you two are having in the next following days

"seriously? you're going on a date and you didn't tell me?" jeno argues, throwing his hands up in the sky like you had just done something illegal

your eyebrows furrowed as you feel the anger rising. why was he acting like this if you two didn't even have anything going on?

"and why will i? it's not like we're together" you argue back

jeno stops in his tracks when your words hit him like a truck

"this is why i didn't tell you. because you're literally mad at me for no reason!" you bark, grumbling about he's being irrational as you walk away from him

your words repeat in jeno's head like a broken record "it's not like we're together"

right.. you two aren't together... is it too late for him now?

haechan — "what are we?" "im not looking for anything serious rn"

being with haechan is a constant play of tug of war. yeah you're friends. friends who kiss, who make out, who go out on dates, friends who may or may have not fucked in the backseat of his car but yeah! you're friends. best of friends even

you were on his couch, straddling his lap when haechan looked at you different for the first time

"what's with the long face?" you giggle, leaning on top of him with your hands propped on the sides of his head, trapping him in between you

haechan resisted the urge to kiss you right then and there. which was incredibly rare for the man. if this was just any other normal sleepover, he would've pounced without a second thought

"nothing" haechan suddenly stands up, pushing you off of his lap

you pout but disregard it. you grab your phone to scroll on tiktok now that the mood was kinda ruined

haechan turns to the side to take a good look at you. you look so pretty just sitting there next to him. he racks his brain up for anything he can say just to break the silence but his mind wanders about your whole being in general

how you're so nice to him, how you just click flawlessly, how you just somehow make his day better with just a quirkly little message

maybe making sure we're on the same boat wouldn't hurt.. haechan thinks to himself

you were laughing at some dumb tiktok when haechan suddenly clears his throat. you look up to see him looking back at you in the eye

"what are we?"

and it's silence after that. you were too stunned to speak. for a second there you thought he'd ask you if you wanted to play some league with him but no

you laugh awkwardly, diverting your attention back to your phone. oh look, jaehyun just posted a new cover

"y/n" haechan calls your name out, now leaning closer to you

"what?"

"answer me"

you've never heard haechan sound so... desperate? and its looking like you've stayed your welcome with how the atmosphere had severely changed in his living room. you abruptly stood up from the couch, heading towards the front door

haechan immediately follows. he grabs your hand before you could hold the door knob, forcing you to look at him

"listen hyuckie, i don't know what you want me to say.. i'm not looking for anything serious right now" you mumble, avoiding his eyes

oh.

you don't hear it but haechan's heart breaks a little. so all those intimacy were just casual for you?

"i'll see you tomorrow okay? winter is asking me to come over. see you"

with that you leave haechan's apartment, leaving him alone with his thoughts. maybe he shouldn't have asked that

jaemin — telling him that you don't want to be posted

you knew jaemin had a photography account. it was linked to his profile when you first checked his social media accounts when you guys first started talking

every time you guys would hang out, jaemin always brought a camera with him. snapping photos of whatever and posting them almost immediately on his photography account

and of course he takes photos of you whenever he could. may it be scripted or candid, you will always have a photo taken by jaemin

so when he thought that you two were going somewhere, he was ready to finally post you to his account til you say some words that shook him to the core

"can you not post me just yet? i feel shy"

jaemin was alarmed with this. did he do anything wrong for you to be shy? he was almost certain that he made sure that you had the constant assurance of being with him despite not being exclusive just yet

"why? what's wrong?" jaemin asks, worried

you shrug, "i just don't want to be posted"

jaemin had to double check if he heard you right. because from all the other flings he had in the past, they were borderline begging him to post them on any of his socials til you came along

"are you sure?

"yes jaems. i'm absolutely sure" you smile, reaching over to hold his hand to convince him further. jaemin's not 100% convinced but fine. if you say so. though if it was any other person, they'd jump on the opportunity from the get go but jaemin can only guess that you were different from the rest

what jaemin doesn't know that you're not about that commitment life for now

chenle — telling him that you're still friends with your ex

it was already rare that you and chenle go out especially with your unique (for lack of better word. chenle's words, not yours) "relationship" with him, of course you just had to run into your ex in the middle of it

"y/n, is that you?" sungchan chirps, walking closer to your table to take a closer look. your eyes widened when you realize that it was sungchan who called out your name earlier

"channie!" you greet a little too excitedly for chenle's liking. you stood up from your seat, giving sungchan, who you haven't seen in so long a quick hug

chenle's eyes narrow at the way you are so enthusiastic about reuniting with sungchan after a long time. he watches you like a hawk the way your eyes are sparkling whenever sungchan makes an attempt to make you laugh

he (chenle) coughs to catch both of your attentions. sungchan is a little startled and greets chenle

"oh sorry man, i didn't see you there. my bad" sungchan sheepishly apologizes before he tells you that he'll be on his way and that he was happy to see you again. you laugh again as you bid him goodbye, watching him walk away from your table

when you sit back down, you were met with a sulky chenle

"what?" you ask, taking note of the way chenle's eyebrows were furrowed

"what was that about?" chenle murmurs

"who? sungchan? oh, he's just a friend" you brush him off like it was nothing, taking a bite of your burger

"yeah. but he's your ex, is he not?" chenle questions, frowning at the mention of your previous relationship status

you raise a brow at the latter

"we're literally just friends and i can't just let him go. i don't know why you're so bothered about it" you click your tongue in annoyance

chenle simply shakes his head, jaw clenched. the way you just dismissed him is beyond him but he guesses he deserves it for not putting a label on whatever you two have going on

guess he'll just suck it up for now

jisung — telling him not to worry about your other friends

you and jisung had a lot of common friends than you two initially thought. so much that he himself is in disbelief that you know sion out of all people

"y/n? didn't think i'd see you around here!" sion greets, coming near you with his arms open

"sion!" you smile, hugging him back

jisung looks between the two of you. since when did you know each other?

sion catches jisung's curious stare and laughs out loud, wrapping an arm around your shoulder

"y/n and i go way back! we went to the same highschool!" sion tells jisung

you giggle, head falling back to sion's shoulder as you nod your head yes in agreement

"we were in the same friend group too" you coo, poking sion's sides

jisung can only smile awkwardly at your skinship. so you two are close? like close like that?

"alright i gotta find the others. i'll see you around?" sion says but the last bit was directed towards you instead of jisung. jisung catches a look in sion's eyes that he can't pinpoint what it was

does sion have a crush on you or something?

"okay. see you around" you wave goodbye as sion walks away. you sit back next to jisung who was now fidgeting in his seat. you two aren't exclusive but you had already confessed your feelings for each other in the past

"what's wrong, jwi?" you ask, looking over at him with concern

"... you and sion?" he asks lowly, so low that you barely caught it over the sound of the music playing on the speakers

"what?"

"you and sion" jisung says seriously, finally looking at you with sad eyes

"oh!" you gasp, catching on, "me and sion are just friends, jwi" you laugh, patting his head

"... are you sure?"

you wrap your hands around him, leaning your head on his shoulder

"i have my eyes on you, dummy" you coo, poking his nose. eventually jisung does wrap his arounds you too, hearing your words. though there's a part of him that doesn't buy it. he could've sworn that sion looked at you like that. but if you said that you two are just friends, then you two are just friends.. right?

[dilfismz]

hii idk if u write for death note or not, but if u do could you do L with a reader absolutely spoiling him after a long day of detective work? Maybe spoon-feeding him cake while cuddling and rubbing his back... poor baby would probably be so touch starved (i hc that L has never dated before lol) Can be pre or post Kira Case, I don't mind!!

Make sure to take care of urself and drink lots of water! :3 srry for the long ask btw lol....

–your friendly death note obssessed anon <3

A/N: I genuinely love Death Note so much...not only is it a good anime but every time I watch it I get so much nostalgia. Ugh I am so excited to finally write for my sweet L.

Spoiled Boy

Summary: Basically just the request :)

No warnings

The detective slouched into the dimly lit apartment, the weight of the day's cases clinging to him like an unwelcome shadow. His dark, tousled hair was even messier than usual, and the deep circles under his eyes made him look more like a ghost than the celebrated genius who solved impossible cases.

L Lawliet, known in investigative circles simply as "L," was a legend. But behind the accolades and the brilliance was a man who rarely allowed himself to be human. Tonight, however, he looked utterly defeated. Not that he didn’t have a naturally sulky demeanor once and a while, no this was different. This was far worse. 

You were waiting for him on the couch, your eyes softening the moment you saw his figure in the doorway.

"Welcome home," you said gently, setting aside the book you had been reading. He gave a small nod, his lips quirking up into a tired, almost imperceptible smile.

Without a word, L shuffled over to the couch and collapsed beside you, his lean frame curling into the plush cushions. He let out a long sigh, his head tipping back as if he could melt into the furniture.

"Rough day?" you asked softly, already knowing the answer.

"Mmm," he murmured, his voice low and gravelly. "Too many loose ends. Too much noise."

You reached out, brushing a strand of fluffy hair from his face. He flinched slightly at the contact but then leaned into your touch, his eyes fluttering shut.

"I thought so," you said, your voice laced with warmth. "Stay right here. I’ll get something for you."

Before he could protest, you disappeared into the kitchen. You scanned the fridge for the sweetest treat imaginable, when all of a sudden, your eyes landed on the leftover cake from your work party. 

You returned, carrying a small plate with a slice of decadent chocolate cake, the rich aroma filling the room. L’s eyes opened, and for the first time that evening, there was a flicker of light in them.

"For me?" he asked, his tone almost incredulous.

"Of course," you replied, settling beside him again. "You deserve it."

He straightened slightly, his fingers twitching as if he wanted to reach for the fork but was too drained to do so. You noticed and smiled.

"Let me," you said, lifting a forkful of cake.

L hesitated, his cheeks tinged with a faint pink. "You don’t have to—"

"Hush," you interrupted, holding the fork near his lips. "Just let me take care of you for once."

Reluctantly, he opened his mouth, and you gently fed him the bite of cake. His eyes widened as the rich, sweet flavors melted on his tongue, and he let out a soft, almost imperceptible hum of approval.

"Good?" you asked, your tone teasing.

"Very," he admitted, his voice quieter than usual.

You continued to feed him in comfortable silence, the tension in his shoulders gradually easing with each bite. When the plate was empty, you set it aside and shifted closer, wrapping your arms around him.

L stiffened at first, clearly unused to such open affection, but as you began to rub slow, soothing circles on his back, he relaxed against you. His head found a resting place on your shoulder, and for a moment, the brilliant detective was just a tired man seeking comfort.

"You work so hard," you whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to his temple. "You deserve to rest, to be cared for."

He didn’t respond immediately, but his arms eventually wrapped around your waist, holding you as if afraid you might vanish.

"Thank you," he said, his voice barely audible. "For this."

"Always," you replied, tightening your hold on him.

The two of you stayed like that for a long time, the world outside fading into irrelevance. In your embrace, L allowed himself a rare moment of vulnerability, letting go of the weight he carried, if only for a little while.

[bfwooin]

she love that dirty talk.

content. light smut, established rs, dirty talk (not rlly, but still), mention of spanking.

a/n. for @sylith >< so srry if u expected multiple characters,, wooin's constantly in my mind but i'll probably do the rest of the sabbath crew in the future! also i couldn't resist writing nsfw oops... surprise i guess?! and lastly I LOVE UR FICS TOO ♡ the text ones are so funn, im a sucker for smaus. i hope u like this! thanks for requestingg.

you’re sitting on the couch with wooin, leaning on his shoulder as your eyes are glued to the television screen that displayed the race between sabbath crew and ghost crew.

he looks at you with genuine interest, curious of why you’re so insistent on rewatching his previous matches despite spectating them in-person every single time.

“baby, you’ve seen this like a million times.”

“so? i love watching you race.”

you feel his hand rest on your thigh, caressing your skin affectionately as he returns his gaze to the screen that now showed his cameo.

he rode with confidence, effortlessly cycling with his hands buried in the pockets of his sabbath crew jacket while the ghost crew members sped past him with desperation to win.

you focus on his manic smirk, finding it extremely attractive as you subconsciously fiddle with your bottom lip, unable to suppress your grin from your fangirling.

“you’re really fucking sexy, you know that?”

you blurt out, still enchanted by his appearance on the screen as you hear his chuckle.

“i’ve been told,”

his hand snakes up to your shorts, his fingers slipping past the cotton fabric as he traces over the side of your hips. your breathing hitches, finally turning towards him just to meet the exact replica of his expression that he made during the race.

and fuck, your heartrate soars as you stare at his face, meeting his sultry gaze that’s instinctive to him at this point.

“what else do you think about me in that pretty head of yours, hm?”

"your hands, your tattoos,”

you admit boldly, looking down at his arm and tracing his scattered tattoos on his forearm.

“especially your hand tattoo, god.”

you feel his hand curve to your inner thigh, kneading the sensitive flesh gently as he maintains his gaze on you.

“so tattoos, huh? cute.”

he has this condescending tone that instantly makes your stomach pool with a familiar heat. you cross your legs, forgetting that his hand was in between your thighs while he smirks in amusement.

“not enough?”

flustered by your oblivious actions, you attempt to open your legs. but him being the teasing bastard he is, he holds your knee tight with his other hand, preventing you from moving as he keeps your legs shut, trapping his hand dangerously close to your clothed cunt.

“didn’t know you were so desperate for me,”

he leans in and whispers, inching his trapped hand closer and closer before you finally snap out of your trance and take charge. you pull his arm away, bringing yourself up and straddling his lap.

“you’re just as desperate as i am.”

you claim with a smile, throwing your arms over his shoulders as you sit comfortably on his groin. he doesn’t feel threatened by the sudden shift in authority (for now).

hell, he loves it when you’re all bossy with him. his hands grip your waist, subtly pulling your hips down even more to his crotch for any pathetic amount of friction that he yearns for.

though he doesn’t grind like he’s in heat, he instead waits to see where this interaction goes.

but obviously, it always ends up with your face pressed against the pillow while he thrusts into you from behind, slapping your ass as a punishment for your shameless behaviour.

and of course, you take him so well, loving every inch and slap you receive from him like the freak you are for him.

[that-smallinjured-bowylamb]

Hiii!

I'm absolutely obsessed with the Creepy!Yuu thing and I'm absolutely ready to punt Yuu into the sun so I can swaddle reader in a fluffy blanket and plop my emotional support plushies and kitten with them istg-

But on another note, how do you thing the staff would act? Personally, I feel like Sam would IMMEDIATELY know something is off and would have at least a vague idea of what's happening because of the whole "friends on the other side" aspect he shares with Dr. facilier from Princess and the Frog. And I feel like Lucius would NOT like Yuu AT ALL, and Professor Trein might notice that. Crewel-sensei is very smart and pretty observant in my opinion, so I feel like he'd feel something was off as well.

ALSO! What about the Ramshackle ghosts? What role do THEY play in this situation?

-🐍 anon (if it's not taken? U can address me as any anon u like!)

Its been 40 years... 👴

Anyways YYAYAYAYY another ask!!! I was totally not waiting for these because these were actually one of my proudest work so far- even if i gave small crumbs and chunks of it!! I love love love you and the rest of my followers soooo much!!! Thank you for staying with me!!

Anyway, to your questions... [srry im half awake after writing a poem for an assignment wth]

Sam WOULD be the first to know. I mean, friends on the other side? Yes, ur defintely right!!! Actually, I'm still in the progress of Yuu's hcs, since no one is able [or atleast, hasn't] sent me or made any hcs for Yuu, so I'm doing it myself, I've made Yuu a bit too scarily smart... from my point of view. I've been watching true crime documantaries and honestly... I've actually based Yuu off with these doc videos on YouTube, mot literally of course!! Its like,,, the criminal [depends on which] is incredibly smart, and some cases weren't even solved yet and I've based Yuu of of the fact SOME missing or murder cases hasn't been active for years since it had long been since that incident happens,, until it happens again.

So, I've wanted to put Yuu on this pedestal where they struggle from Sam, to other students, emphasis on Sam btw. Yuu thinks he's annoying asf. Yuu might crash out from this guy.

And Sam has actually been helping reader, not openly of course. His 'friends' had warned him that humans in another world, perhaps might be dangerous than he might think... who knows? It hasn't been confirmed yet! But, Yuu's actions says otherwise...

The first time Sam saw Yuu and you, he knew there was something going on with that look in your eyes. It was empty, soulless, maybe? Your silence was deafening even when there were people speaking, the screams in your silence spoke about pretty much everything. So, he kept an eye out on Yuu. Never had he ever felt this strong sense of eerieness in the atmosphere prior to both the otherworlders arrival.

He wants to genuinely help you, even if it meant Yuu will spiral. But, he can't. Once Yuu comppetely spirals, what will they do? Unpredictability is an intriguing thing, but dangerous if used in a situation like this. Little imp, want something? Here, he'll give it to you, space and comfort if you will. Oh, can't reach that? His friends could help you. He shouldn't stare at you with pity, but he wants you to be 'back to normal' where your soul can freely roam, not as a spectator, but an individual as your own. Now, how does he get this situation solved...?- ah, wait-

What was that? Whatever could have had happened within the other first year imps?

Crewel would think that Yuu acts weirdly around you, suspecting that they had a crush on you (well... they do but not in a cute way-) until they start smelling your hair.

Uhm.. so uh- whatthefuack is wrong with crushing nowadays? Hmph. Well, looks like he needs to... fix something. Etiquette, he means.

Until it gets serious, Crewel does not like that.

Never stalk anyone, especially a crush. No matter how much you want to personally know them. But this- this. Its different. He knows this isn't normal. This shouldn't be.

He tried confronting Yuu, but they kept avoiding the question. Its annoying, suspension wont help either. They live with you, how is he supposed to prevent that? Unless... well, he can always offer you another place to sleep in, ah.

With this bastard of a person, nothing really escapes them. Whatever they had done, it will never be forgiven. Not on this world. It won't be overlooked. He assures you.

Just, hang in there, please.

Trein's cat, Lucius. This cat HATES Yuu. No, despises, Yuu. The cat literally chooses to go on readers lap but NEVER on Yuu, under any circumstances. And Trein is wary, too. For his beloved cat, had avoided a supposed admirable and heroic student? Yes, he too has suspicions on Yuu, he just doesn't want to assume.

But, his heart has this vague aching whenever he sees this child's eyes. The feeling of loss and numbness to everything, just following orders even if simple. Oh sweet dear child, what had that monster done to you?

And everytime he says 'you'. You get reminded of 'you' not you. Who...

Who are you?

Trein wants to help you find your identity again, or at least, bring back the ones they had stolen. But he can't do that, so instead he tries to make you spark an interest in something from his world, telling you small stories about himself, and even tutoring you on what you can't understand. Even if it meant it hurts seeing your hollow eyes spacing out. Please don't do whatever he thinks you might do. He wants to help you, save you, and keep you from feeling fear and the loss of purpose.

Vargas. He wouldn't know it at first, pretty sure like, around maybe,,, b4 after, whent eh incident in Scarabia ends and everyone is back to school. Vargas would see you slightly shaken from the events. And when I mean events, I mean the time where Jamil had locked both you and Yuu in the same room. Hah, it was mad terrifying. Imagine, being stuck in the same room with the person who stalks you, messeges you in the dead of night, giving you unwanted letters, killing your friend, kidnapping, and identity stealing, literally. From you. All while they claim in that same breath that they're doing this because they love you. Loving you in general, means loving what makes you, well, you.

What did they do to you exactly? Nothing too explicit. Just creepy staring at you, Grim? Oh, well he got fucking scared as well. The room was kindaa dark tbh. Its always been like that whenever Yuu is present. When Yuu is walking through the halls, it gets a bit heavier, a bit dimmer, and a bit off-putting for those who can see through the deception and lies. But after b7? That, but a hundred times worse than what I've described. So-

Just imagine a fucker staring at you with their face dark, and a literal grin ear to ear type. Do you know how scary that shit is especially when Yuu's eyes go dark whenever they look at you??? Nah, I'd pass out.

Vargas at least saw the dim light in Yuu's face, yours was completely blank, your soul is literally hiding. He notices it in a way where Yuu slips up and shows a bit of a creepy tendency they like keeping it a secret.

Those notes they wrote and forgot in the grass, under the tree shade, nice and cool.

Uhm... not so nice! Thats a description note, not a love letter. What the heck.

So he reports this to the teachers meeting. Imagine to his disgust and surprise when the other staffs had picked up this specific Yuu behavior they saw with their own eyes. Or some proof of it. How do they tell Crowley that one of his students actually need to get arrested and get expulsion for their behavior? But, then again..

Yuu could use this pitiful 'homeless and exploited' excuse for the entire news to hear about it and spread the next day, risking the headmage's reputation. And that, that scares the headmage. So he may have had to turn a blind-eye for it. And Vargas won't let it slide. He can't hurt students, he knows that. So he'll make sure Yuu gets to struggle a little more in this institution even when thats all in his authority can do.

♡.꒰ ⑅:†· ♡ ·†:⑅ ꒱.♡

Hmmm... now the ghosts you say? Lets say,, they are little shits to Yuu.

Like, I imagine them since they are ghosts, they're very limited on what they can do. So all they can do is slow Yuu down or get in the way while reader runs away or locks themselves in their room. Tbh the ghosts r like Grim, providing comfort BUT can at least be a little bih towards Yuu since, what are they going to do??? Kill the ghosts or smth???💔

If it gets any serious know that they'll always be with you in every step, uhm... even if you go backwards,,, bestie, you gotta talk to someone, look here, see! Your crush wants to talk to you- thats not your crush?? Huh... yeah, okay, sureeee😒

But seriously, they will help you with anything they can, to the best of their abilities.

[captainmiffy]

Erm.. so getting over C.ai reader x Simon Riley 😜😜

As a former victim and abuser of c.ai, that shit kinda rewires ur brain and fucks you over. So how would Si deal with u tryin to get over that shit??

Cw: author hasnt played cod 😞😞, probably ooc Simon, mentioms of c.ai duh, mentions of cheating NONE HAPPENS !!, cuddling, probably shit grammer

- C.ai user!!reader You promised to yourself that you’d quit c.ai once you bagged a man

- C.ai user!!reader I mean if your emotional and romantical needs were being met, why would you ever need a jumbling code and artificial personality to quell your yearning? Oh you sweet sweet summer child..

- C.ai user!!reader Like someone’s starting bot prompt you met the big lovely man, Simon ‘ghost’ Riley!! Seriously we’re you the mc of some ao3??

- C.ai user!!reader Once yall end up bunkering down, becoming official and all that, you decide to delete your account

- C.ai user!!reader It was totally an easy and fun experience :3 the fucking guilt trip they give you about deleting your account had you debilitating and refusing and sobbing for a week

- C.ai user!!reader Who after any slight emotional turmoil or distress would run back to the app store, and make an account, delete it, and then come crawling back once more you could totallyyyy stop whenever you wanted!! (Lie)

- Bf!!simon Who notices how you pull back, how the affection and love always had to be on your terms and never his

- Bf!!simon How you were never making time for him and he was expected to drop everything for you when you came to him

- Bf!!simon Who noticed how secretive you were with your phone, always turning it away from prying eye

- Bf!!simon Who thought you were cheating and confronts you about it, emotions twisting and gutting the both of you

- Former C.ai!!reader When confronted is confused and out of sorts. ‘What do you mean cheating? Im devoted to you.’

- Former C.ai!!reader Your face is flushed and wet with tears, humiliation burning, searing, in which you have to confess about the truth

- Bf!!simon Who is admittedly confused. ‘Generative ai? Love, what the bloody hell does a robot got to do with you cheating?!’

- Bf!!simon Once getting his bearings and understanding, is confused. Why would you need these delusions when you had him right here? You loved him and not it, right?

- Bf!!simon and Former C.ai!!reader Talk about their grievances and struggles

- Bf!!simon Who admits to feeling neglected, an afterthought on the back burner

- Former C.ai!!reader Who confronts their problems and reflects on the reasons they rely so heavily on a sanitized and simulated version of reality to get through the day, making sure to validate and understand the hurt you put your love through

- Former C.ai!!reader Taking it one day at a time, trying to make it harder to get their ‘fix’. Talking to friends and Bf!!simon about their needs and feelings, not having the app store on their home screen, redirecting to other devices and activities to distract from that ever present vice (yall should comment ur strats for quittin if ya have em!!)

- Former C.ai!!reader Who during those moments of weakness and wanting to retreat back to that familiarity, to a place where nothing held consequences nor meaning, reached for Simon Riley and not some digital simulation

- Bf!!simon Who feels happy to know you could rely on him, that you trusted him enough to trust him with something so vulnerable and close to your heart, that he helped you redirect to a better life style

- Bf!!simon and Former C.ai!!reader who cuddle up at night, crickets singing, warmth resting heavy upon them, with Former C.ai!!reader sleeping peacefully knowing that no amalgamation of averages could ever replace this moment

Loeky ths was incredible self indulgent but idc— also srry for any weird characterization of reader,, i havent been on c.ai for nearly a year!! so its difficult to reflect and remember the mindset and habits i had back then.. Also if ur trying to quit c.ai,, I commend you!! Good on it and keep on going, it gets easier :))

[fishcheesenoodles]

ummm hi introduction time woohoo yaaa!! Woohoo!!aaa

this is pretty long lolol O_o"

-_ DNI _-

Pro ship

Racism

Ableism

Anti LGBTQ+

People with... j-j*bs..😣/j

uhhh etc etc idk

:; Fandoms ;:

Outlaws of Robloxia

Forsaken

Ocean Terror

Regretevator

KALEIDOSCOPE

Get a Snack at 4AM

NPCs Are Becoming Smart!

Noobsquad (soybean)

^_^ / happyworldwithhappypeople

Let Him Go

Object Shows

Tower World

Dandy's world(sorta grown out of it, but I like to play it with my friends occasionally :D

Roblox ARGS (Guest 6666, brandonworks, rochas313, IHasAFaceLulz, ETC...)

Roblox Myths (Ocean Terror((already put that but IIIIDDDDCCCC), ummm idk others rn but later I'll watch some more dw chat like the smiles family and ya...when i feel like it cuz im a fat slob/ref)

Noobs Must Die

•||•Basic Info/Random Facts abt me•||•

hi I'm like,, pretty c00l,,,, man,,,,

* you can call me asher or fish ^_^

* I am bigender and omnisexual ^^ (He/She/They/Any)

* my Roblox main accounts username is fishcheesenoodles :D!!! (ask 2 friend ^_^ I won't accept if u don't ask srry-)

* I'm rlly awkward- I'm not the type to start conversations first so sorry if it seems liek I don't wanna talk but I swear I'm juust too nervous that ill accidentally bother sum1 ^_^" sometimes I don't know what to say so I might respond with 'lalala' or smth if so - but not all the time!! Hope that made sense,,,,

* I like to draw :)

* IDM if u use my art but I'd like if credits were added don't have to tho ty :)

* I'll try to post often but not all the time

* I like to rot in Natural Disaster Survival sometimes :9 rarely Work At A Pizza Place,,,,

* my favorite colorz is light purple and bright orange!!! :)

* if u want 2 be friends feel free 2 ask!! ^_^ im a bit awkward tho so sorry o_o''

* I AM A MINOR!!! plz don't b weird unless silly haha lolol ^_^"

* uhhhh feel free to ask me stuff I might not answer sum questions lalala but I'll try!!!

* @an1m4t1c is a rlly c00l and awesome person u should follow them lalala ^_^

* I occasionally play VR (what I mean by that is just natural disaster survival in VR LOLOL)

* https://pronouns.cc/@fishcheesenoodles

* I'll try to answer most reqs/questions!!! but I might take a while O_o

* I jump around in circles and giggle like a child whenever someone interacts with my posts/reqs something

✭//✮[ Music I like!!! ]✮\\✭

; Fish In a Birdcage

; Sodikken

; Laufey

; TV Girl

; Millionaires

; Rio Romeo

; Chappell Roan

; Jack Stauber

; Lemon Demon

; Ghost and Pals

; Will Wood

; beabadoobee

; spellcasting

; girl in red

; Cavetown

; GRLwood

; hemlocke springs

; Mitski

; Destroy Boyz

; Ayesha Erotica

; Dazey and the Scouts

: Tally Hall

; Vocaloid

; Tyler, The Creator

; 6arelyhuman

; S3RL

; Insane Clown Posse

; Mother Mother

; Mommy Long Legs

; Maretu

; Disko Warp

; The Scary Jokes

; Milk in the Microwave

; RIProducer

; Sir mix a lot

; Penelope Scott

; OR3O

; femtanyl

; MCR

; Sir Chloe

; STOMACH BOOK

; Brokencyde

; MSI

; AwkwardMarina

{§° I don't know what else to add,, hope this was good and hope u guys have an amazing & c00l day!!! :D °§}

lalalalalalaalallaalal

[the-moon-files]

the concept of humans are hyilan space orcs are fascinating to me and i an searching for more crumbs i am respectfully begging you for just crumbs plz

Idk when u sent this bestie but I got you

Srry to give yall a taste then ghost you constantly 😭💔

Luckily I got some other blogs into the idea I think, so my HaNH agenda is spreading

(Sidenote: which looks better, HANH or HaNH for future reference for this AU?)

Hope this satisfies u some in the meantime!!

Inspo off this post*

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"What do you mean you can't walk on the bridge? It's a bridge. What else are you gonna take??"

The red and green tunic wearing hylian turns to ask you, face scrunched up unamused and sassing you.

You an entire foot taller than Legend, huff at him.

"I meant what I said. I can't walk on the bridge. It's wooden."

The teal dropping pointed elf hat that most Links have worn at some point, just in green, swings around as he looks back at the bridge, then you. Then back at the bridge again.

"Yes. It is. I can see that. We all can see that, right guys?"

You roll your eyes as you hear a few chuckles, Warriors gloved hand swating at Legend's covered head in rebuke. The veteran hero squawks at him as he slaps at his hair in retailation.

You sigh, continuing for the Links that are slowly making their way closer behind you and beginning to pass by you three, coming up to the beginning of the long wooden bridge that drapes across a small valley.

"It's a wooden bridge, that's been outside, exposed to the elements and probably has some wood rot genius. It's held up by ropes not even wooden poles. There's no way that's holding me."

To show them, you step around the two drama queens as they stop slowly to watch you demonstrate. The other hylians pause, the heroes watching with various levels of curiousity and boredom.

You stand on the cliff edge just in front of the wooden bridge, reaching your tenny shoe covered foot out to lightly tap on the bridge, putting no weight behind it. The bridge creaks ominously. You carefully keep your other leg straight to hold you on steady land as you let your extended leg's weight rest more and more on the wooden bridge. It whines high-pitched, like a haunted house begging for mercy before a sharp crack! resounds through the air.

You immediately pull your weight and leg back. The wooden bridge groaning back into steadiness.

You turn around on to face the hylians behind you, some gaping (Wind, amazed and clearly wanting to harass you more about your human biology). While most stare with widened eyes or eyebrows pinching hard in confusion. You subtly take out your phone and catch a few Twitter reaction meme worthy pictures.

Legend coughs, rubbing the back of his hooded head, his pink streak looking brighter next to his (pinkened?) cheeks.

"Well. I'll go with him to find another way down."

"Thanks."

A few other excited heroes voices piping up out of their shock to join in, the more excitable ones crowding you. Legend complains loudly he offered first.

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Ahh, I hope that was smth interesting or at least a decent crumb, I was improvising/freewrjting it so :/

This was meant to be a quick scenario of the other post abt humans weighing more than hylians that i just had stuck in my head

Peace out,

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[cosmicourple]

we got feral! Odysseus but why not feral! Telemachus???

feral Telemachus climbing up the palace walls & ceiling structures to get away from the Suitors & learning to traverse them to get around without any trouble & / or to escape & have some alone time.

feral Telemachus accidentally scaring a Suitor that’s up late by just standing in the hallways, just chilling there, cloaked in shadows, looking like a fucking ghost, staring.

feral Telemachus using his inherited quietness to creep under tables that the Suitors are eating at to attempt to steal food / drinks & either run off n eat it or show it to Penelope.

feral Telemachus practicing combat by himself in the palaces courtyard I think that’s were u do it srry I’m not sure & progressively getting more and more worked up / angry has he swipes at air, imagining the pathetic horrified expressions on those bastards faces as he slits their throats, paints the walls red with their blood, how dare they think they can just invite themselves into their home, his home, and get away with it, he’ll make them all suffer, he’ll make all those disgusting excuses of nobles beg for forgiveness, and he will take complete satisfaction in giving them only pain and sorrow and death for their arrogance—

*clears throat* feral Telemachus playing with / having a fixation with his father’s hands, scars & marks that tell so many stories, most sad & / or tragic, but others adorable glimpses into Odysseus’s past with Penelope before Tele’ was even thought of :3.

[viamia]

How would the boys from sunny day jack (and more games) be in jealous behavior, who would be more jealous and how would they behave?

Saludos desde MEXICO 😁

Thanks for the request buddy! I hope you like it

How snaccpopstudio guys act when jealous

Tw:jealous or envious behavior, mild sexual themes, but mostly wholesome fluff.

Jack:Alright, so we all know how jack is that of manipulative. I feel like if he were jealous of someone, he'd mostly like try to use manipulation tactics to make you only love him, similar to ian. He's not one to get that obvi possessive jealous, more like the subtle easy to miss type.

Ian: Lil pouty insecure baby. Poor guy thinks you leave him like that. He knows you love him, but he's just a nervous bean. For example, let's say a guy came up to talk to you, Ian's senses would immediately be goin off. When yall get home, you cuddle and console him that you won't leave him.

Nick: Now for nick, he'd probably show said flirty who you belong too. For example, man would give u Lil nibbles and love bites on your neck. After that he just takes you home, and yall just chill on the couch and play with his pomeranians.

Shaun: Grouchy baby. Mam would hug u from behind and look like a big baby. Man's wants his hugs and he wants u all to himself to hug and give smooches too. Man would probably pick u up cause he like that, take u home, and yeet u onto the bed and watch movies and eat snacks with you while moonpie vibes with yall.

Bo:mf ain't hesitating for shit to let the person know your his. Man Will glare them down like he'll tear them to shreds at the mere second they even gets a inch closer to you. The moment they get close he just picks u up and walks away, keeping u all to himself. He does some, certain things to you when yall get home as a reminder of who u belong too *wink wink ;3*

Taylor: Poor Lil nerd baby. You immediately notice his pouting face and reassure him everything is fine. You take him home and watch ghost movies together and binge eating snacks. Pls give him reassurance otherwise he'll be a mess. He loves your attention and care.

Elias:So when elias gets jealous, you'll clearly see his upset/pouty expression. He'd be kinda questioning about it but when you explain that your not interested in said person, he Calms down. When you return to the mansion (I'm going off by ending A for the truth if I'm right so) he bakes you some goodies and yall read and have tea together.

This took, WAY TO LONG TO DO. Srry for the immense delay and I hope u like it

[mrsparrasblog]

hi srry if you don't do requests but I have to ask cuz I love everything about your writing.

Can u write a fic where the mc is strictly monogamous but 141 are SO madly in love so they fight on who gets to be with her and it's causing actual problems between them?

Ignored this if u don't want to. Anyway stay slaying✨

Hey ☀️🩷 Ofc I take requests this is my first one tho, I hope you like It, and it's like you imagined because I always have like a little movie in my head when I write a scene and with requests. I don't know if my thoughts match with yours- performance anxiety lol. Still thank you for supporting me 🩷☀️

Fighting for you

TF 141 x Reader

You always had that one plan in your life: meet a nice guy, date for 2 years, marry him with the most extravagant wedding dress someone could imagine, and after that, you get three fat babies whom you will love and dote on.

The only problem was, as a nurse on a military base, you didn't meet guys capable of this lifestyle. You hated to see all these men trying to get in your pants while they were married.

"Why are you in the med again, Johnny?" You scolded him. Of course, you found the Scotsman funny and liked his daily visits, but still, having him here all the time felt like a lost puppy when you had work to do.

"Look, Bonnie, have a mean scratch, need stitches from ya."

"Is that so, Mr. MacTavish?"

"Yes, Bonnie, look." He showed you a scar on his biceps, and you sighed. You knew he was only coming for something else; no soldier went to the medical just because of a scratch. He started to flex his biceps.

"Johnny, that's barely anything."

"But ya always fix me good, lassie." He looked at you with puppy eyes, and you sighed, disinfecting his nonexistent wound. "Such a good caretaker, lass. Need to put a ring on ya before someone else does." You blushed at the thought of marrying someone like Johnny. He was handsome, funny, and super strong, but he was a flirt, probably flirting with every other nurse. Besides, you had a date today.

"Johnny, stop flirting. I have a date today."

"Just a date, lass. It's not like you'll marry him."

You stared at him with a dead glare. "For some people, dates are important, Johnny!"

"Who is it?"

"None of your business, and now leave," you scolded him, annoyed by his noisy behavior.

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"Who of you bastards broke the agreement?" Johnny started to scream at his teammates.

"What do you mean, Soap?" Kyle asked, confused.

"We agreed that no one can have her since she doesn’t want to share, so who of you tossers broke the agreement and goes on a date with her?"

"How do you even know that mate, if you didn’t break the agreement too?"

"I just needed her to take care of my injuries, Kyle."

"Bullshit, you barely got a scratch. Admit that you wanted to break off the agreement too. Admit it." Gaz barked, walking towards Soap to pick him up by his shirt.

"Enough of you, Muppets!"

"You broke the agreement, Captain, didn't ya? Telling us all about the agreement and then taking out my future wife."

"I didn't, and even if, she'd be more happy to become Mrs. Price than Mrs. MacTavish."

They were so close to fighting; everyone accused the other of taking you on that date. They remembered the first day they saw you; all of them were smitten. You were just too precious, full of love and excitement. Perfect hair, perfect body, everything about you was perfect for them. You could walk with your greasy messy bun, and they’d kneel for you, promising you’re the most beautiful woman on earth. After a while, they noticed how every one of them was smitten, how Johnny spent every minute in the infirmary, Ghost becoming your shadow, protecting you from every danger of the world without you even knowing, the Captain always treated you better than every other staff member, you had more off days, better shifts, and even better pay, and Kyle bringing you always your favorite coffee and a bunch of pastries when you overworked yourself again.

Johnny was the first one to ask the rest if they’d be open to a poly relationship. He was the most open about his sexuality, and having Simon and you was the perfect thing for him. Whether the reasons why they agreed to try to court you in this relationship, every one of them thought you only deserved the best, and that included being worshiped by four muscular men.

Unfortunately, your best friend, who noticed their goal while you still stayed in your naive bubble, popped their bubble, telling them to sod off. You weren’t made for this kind of relationship; you were jealous and liked the idea of monogamy way too much. You only wanted to have one husband. That's how the agreement started none of them will pursue you, and they will only start something with you if you approach them, no more flirting, favoritism, or looming over you.

Nonetheless, they gave a fuck about their agreement, behind closed doors still trying to court you in various different ways, but how could they not? You were perfect, and they were obsessed and way too much in love with you to let someone else have you.

"Where the fuck is Ghost?" Kyle asked, looking around for the scary man with the skull face mask.

"Fucking hell, he is her date."

"Sick bastard."

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Soap walked into Ghost's barracks, eager to scream at his best friend. He was the first to love you, so Ghost should not have gone on a date with you without telling him. The betrayal felt immaculate, his best friend with the love of his life.

"Aye, Lieutenant, heard you're going on a date with the lassie."

"Johnny, it just happened."

"No hard feelings, LT. Where are you taking her?"

"Alfredo's."

"Oh, okay."

Simon looked confused at Johnny. "What's wrong?"

"Take her to a better place a steakhouse or a fish restaurant. Give her a real meal, not something cheap. Lassies love this fancy shit."

"Thanks, mate."

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Your date with Ghost was okay. He was brooding over something, and as he insisted on ordering something for you as a surprise, despite you telling him no, he did it, wanting to be a posh bloke who knows what his lady wants. Soap said you liked this fancy shit and heavy meat and fish.

As you looked disgusted at the filet steak, trying not to be rude by saying you're a vegetarian, he lost it mentally, not with you but with his best friend, who betrayed him just for you. He'd do the same, of course, but it's still different, right?

The date went on way too cringy, Simon spent most of the time apologizing to you for the messed-up date, and you tried to reassure him that it was okay. When he brought you back home, he asked if he could stay the night, and you politely declined.

"Johnny, I'm going to rip your fucking head off."

"Aye, shit," Johnny screamed as he began to run.

"The date went shit, I guess?" Kyle asked, unfazed by all the screaming from the two men fighting. He acted as if he didn't let slip the information that she is vegetarian next to Johnny or told Price she liked roses after she told him for 20 minutes straight how they are overrated. The best part was no one even suspected him; he was calm about the situation, not trying to solve it with violence like Johnny and Simon. While the others played checkers, he played chess to get you.

"Yes, it was."

"I told you muppets, I'm the one who deserves her."

"Shut up, Price," Ghost scoffed.

"I think so too, Captain should have her. At least he treats her well," Kyle said with a boyish grin.

So the Captain asked you out on a date, and after some convincing, you agreed, making yourself ready and waiting for him in desperation. You looked great, hair curled, mascara applied, and in a dress that was classy but a bit sexy. You knew Price could be a guy for this, maybe a bit too old, but still, you could grow old with him, and maybe he would give you everything your innocent heart desires.

After waiting for an hour, you were sure he wouldn’t come. If only you had known that Ghost was faking an accident and Soap's promise to tell you about it, not to let the sweet angel wait for the Captain. Soap was already on the way to play the knight in shining armor, fully confident to finally sweep you off your feet and make you the future Mrs. MacTavish, his sweet little angel. Oh, how the boys would look to know that he got the heart of their sweetheart finally.

Too late.

"Hey, lovely, why are you sobbing? Do I need to punch someone for you?"

"It's embarrassing, Kyle."

"Tell me about it."

"Just had a bunch of weird dates. One wanted to only bed me, I guess, and the other stood me up," you sobbed, looking into Kyle's pretty face.

"Oh, love, you know that all these guys around the boys are head over heels fighting over you like wild animals."

"Never."

"They are, how couldn't they? You're perfect."

"You're a flirt, you know that."

"And you're too pretty to cry, you know that?" He winked at you, removing the tears from your beautiful eyes.

"You think so?"

"Mhm."

"Kyle," you asked him shyly, looking deep into his brown eyes.

"Yes?"

"Are you one of the boys who fight over me too?"

"Sure as hell, love!" He almost shouted, full of enthusiasm.

"You wouldn’t want what I want."

"And how do you know that?"

"I just want you, to know all, exclusive dating."

"Mhm, I'd give you that without a doubt, love. Just let me prove to you that I'm the right one for you, love." His hand slowly went to your face, caressing the soft skin that was still tinted by your mascara tears. "You have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen." And when you looked at him with your doe eyes, he lost it, slowly pulling his rough lips on your soft ones, holding your head for dear life as if you could vanish any second. He was afraid he did something wrong, maybe scared you like a deer, but you didn't shy away; you pulled him closer, letting his lips intertwine with yours and slowly opening your mouth to let his tongue explore yours. It felt like a firework in your body; every fiber burned with pure passion as he kissed you. You didn't want to stop; you needed him as deeply as he longed for you.

"Fucking Garrick, I didn't think he’d win her over," Ghost murmured behind the wall, watching you with the others in jealousy as Kyle got their girl.

"He played us like fucking fools, telling us it's okay if we win her over," Price muttered, annoyed and kinda proud at his sneaky bastard.

"I'm more of a looker than fucking Gaz," Soap said, annoyed.

As happy as you were right now, all of the boys knew the fight for your heart wouldn’t stop until there was a ring on your finger.

[miyseilish]

okayy so its my first request to someone so I HOPE YOU’LL GET WHAT I Say

I just discover ur work and I like it<3 and I dont find alot of ppl who write abt atsv in 2025 :( ( my current hyperfixation help me )

soo i have a idea of a miles morales x reader if u want

since its summer i kinda imagine a miles x reader and the trope is kinda a summer situationship / summer fling like he goes back to puorto rico for summer and he met y/n ( she can be new in the neighbourhood or its his old childhood friend or she is just here for a trip ).

I kinda imagine a story w a vibe of « DeBí TiRAR Màs FOToS » by Bad bunny espcially the music « DTMF ».

for the rest of the story, u can do whatever u what! if u want to do fluff? do fluff. angst? do angst. WHATEVER U WANTTT

Anyways I hope u like the ideaa( if u dont u can ignore my request dw ), if u need smth u can message me <3 !

srry for the mistake , englishisnt my first language :p

bye bye<3

we will always have summer

pairings : m.morales x reader

genre : fluff, yearning, not rlly angst but ghosting?

summary: miles goes on a trip with his family in the summer, he meets you and when it’s time to part there’s always some way you’ll find each other

a/n : finally did this request, I tried my hardest cause I don’t rlly listen to bad bunny but have friends that do!! enjoy this request. and yes I used tsitp for the title so whaat

it was finally summer, after 10 long months of torture at visions Miles is free from school.

the second he got out of school he already had to start packing for his trip to Puerto Rico, his mom planned the trip until the end of august.

he was excited finally going back after a few years. he missed the restaurants and the beaches and all the memories he made there. and he was excited to make more.

the minute he got there he blew his phone up with photos of the nice view. waves of nostalgia hit him every place he walked.

after annoying his parents for an hour straight, they let him roam around the beach that they were staying at near.

when miles got to the beach he took in the warm skies, the sand and the ocean. until he found something else that caught his eye, you.

he didn’t think about it much until every few minutes he looked up to see where you were.

although he was a bit shy to go up to you and say something, one of his cousins convinced him too.

“excuse me?” he said tapping your shoulder.

“hmm?” you reply turning around. to your surprise you see a cute boy with curly hair and freckles. his eyes were like a deers.

“I saw you from over there and I was wondering if you wanted to hang out?” he finally got out of his throat.

“sure, I’d like that.” you say with a soft smile causing his heart to beat fast.

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for the rest of the day at the beach you guys got to know each other.

you grew fond of him and you both learned that each other was on vacation.

you both found out you lived in New York, even if it was different neighborhoods at least you guys could see each other.

the more you guys talked, the more miles felt in love with you. everything about you made him smile.

when you guys had to say goodbye for the night he was upset even though you guys could meet the next day. he got your number before he left, planning to text you all night.

when he got back to their hotel, he was smiling the whole time. even when Rio or Jeff asked him what was up he couldn’t even tell them why.

the whole night he felt like he was on cloud nine. when you guys got to texting it was all the way until sunrise and you guys met up on the beach again.

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after almost a month of knowing each other, your family was the first that had to leave. Miles was upset for sure, but knowing he would see you again back in New York made him hopeful.

when you left, most texts got shorter. you guys mostly called but there were days he spent time with his family or you had other things to do.

you two began to drift apart, even with each other on your minds there was not many times to reach out.

most days when you guys didn’t talk he would just go through his camera roll, all the videos, photos and bursts you guys made in such short time kept him busy until you guys would meet again.

when school started again. miles was prepared for yet another boring nine months. he missed you a lot and all he wanted to do was talk to you.

during passing period, where the halls was most crowded. he didn’t look at where he was going and bumped into someone.

“I’m sorry!” you say immediately looking up to see miles, your summer fling that dragged itself to fall.

— miyseilish 2025, my work will not be copied, paraphrased or copied

[bunlyn001]

HELLOOOO !!! Im here and I did not forget abt u guys jus been doing other things and working and adult stuff and yada yada BUT I DO HAVE SOME THINGS I MADE TO SHARE YAAAY !!!💗💓💓💕💖💗🩷✨🩷💗💖💕🩷✨💗✨

I did forget Bonnie’s ears here 😭

So firstly I am working on Fnaf 1 redesigns finally !! Sigh its really hard for me to even like their redesigns cause its hard to come up with outfits for them, so im constantly searching up references and its frustrating not finding what im looking for 😣 But so far I have Chica and Freddy concepts done !!

I do have an idea on how Bonnie will look like, as for Goldie and Foxyy…. uhmm im still thinking abt itt… yeaah BUT THEY WILL COME ALONG !!

Ive also designed Baby a little !! She’s a lil gremlin and ankle biter but she wont ever do that in front of the customers !! If she were to ever show how she truly is in front of the people, they would be out of the business !!

Anyway I’m still iffy on her dress and stuff so its not official yet ^^

Bon’s eyebrows are always stuck in a furrowed position cause I messed up, srry Bunbun 😓, so I decided to have his mallet show his genuine feelings

Although I feel like whenever Bon is feeling a super strong and genuine emotion his eyebrows will change show that

I love Toy Chica so much shes my favorite animatronic so I draw her more than most of my designs 😅 I love her loads like srsly, but I am planning on reworking her design. JUST SMALL CHANGES THATS ALL !!!

Like her hair ties, im changing them back to her og ribbons !! And I want to change her shoes from skates to regular white pumps, but she’ll keep her skates cause walking in heels all day hurt.

Toy Chica is a kindhearted person and will always put others before her, Teddy loves that abt her but knows very well that its one of her weaknesses. Ofc Chichi can put her foot down and stand her ground, No means no and that’s that. But when it comes to someone’s feelings she’ll falter and back down.

Idk how I want Lizzy to play in my au, in all honesty idk if I even want to put her in my au at all but I’ll see when I get there ^^

I referenced that one Lilo and Stitch scene cus it was silly and worked well with how Baby is in my au !! Now Baby will never ever hurt Lizzy, she loves her, the only person thats dealing with this ‘Angel’ is Michael 😭

Baby is pretty violent and rude with her words, actions and choices already with the Funtimes but she ends up a bit more violent later on when Ennard comes around.

She wasn’t always this way tho Ballora still clings on to false hope, wishing Baby would find herself again

AND THEN WE HAVE THIS SILLY FREDDY AND CHICA DOODLE !! Pole-Bear’s design ^^

I was feeling pretty nostalgic and drew them !! They r supposed to be singing Ghost Duet together

Not rlly a ship doodle, but if u want it to be then whatever ig ^^

AND THATS ALL !!! HOPEFULLY I’LL HAVE MORE FOR U GUYS AGAIN SOON LOVE YOU MWAH MWAAAHH 💗💖💕💓🩷💗💖💗💓💕💖💗

[pumpkinsy0]

Gonna need some more hcs for them ghost hunting at the tracks where ponys parents died cause WHATHEFUCK and also pony bringing home the jewelry and wtf he does with it and if he tells anyone??? IM SO CURIOUS THAT WAS EVIL IDEA BUT GREAT IDEA

i was giggling and swinging my feet when i was writing that one, especially the jewelry bit, im ngl

BUT when i said that, tbh i was thinking that they didnt end up doing it bc pony felt fucked for thinking of doing that, curly just felt uncomfortable (he aint say that out loud tho), and something else popped up and they just,,didnt do it😭pony kept it in the back of his mind tho, they werent emotionally ready for it!!!

that being said heres how it WOULDA went down

-curlys ACTUALLY generally quiet for once. idk like how old u want them to b??? but no matter how long its been curlys never rlly said anything about the curtis parents bc pony doesnt talk to him about it, like at all!! even if he did curly would never know what to say. hes not quiet to b respectful 100%, i promise u if curly comes up w a joke in his mind, hes gonna say it to ease the tension, hes still a lil fucked😭

-when ponys doing that whole “asking ghost questions” bit, usually he ask questions about how they died, what it feels like, etc etc, but w his parents, he rlly cant even bring himself to ask any questions about it, so he asks more safe ones, “can you see me”, “r u ok”, yknow those questions

-curlys the one who found the jewelry!! while pony was asking questions curly was looking around to give pony his privacy he noticed something shiny on the floor and made a joke that “some sucker left behind this earring”, he lifted it up and curly said that was his moms, curly felt like such shit after he mumbled srry and awkwardly gave it to pony😭

-they werent there for long, neither of them wanted to b, it lasted for like only 15 minutes, but they were just emotionally drained. and just like their other investigations, they DID record it, but after this whole bs they constantly swap between wanting to delete it or just keeping it and never seeing it again

-AS FOR THE EARRING, pony kept it to himself for a while, never knew how to bring it up so he just, never did. few months tho, while cleaning the room, soda finds it, but he thinks it was one regular ole part of the small jewelry collection their mom had, not one that she lost in the accident. he chooses not to bring it up to pony cause like i said before, pony doesnt talk about his parents much to anyone rlly. no mention of how he feels about their deaths to a singular soul, so soda just thinks this is ponys own private way if grieving and keeping their mom alive so he lets him have this

-if u were wondering, at the train tracks pony doesn’t get any “ghost signal” from em, but after that day he does feel like hes being watched more and gets cold breezes a LOT these days

[shichirolover666]

Srry for ghosting u guys for like *checks latest post* DAMN 25+ DAYS?? Yeah I’ve been busy w/ exams n all but I’m free :D

[ohbo-ohno]

srry not srry but im currently obsessed with the idea of Ghoap, post kidnapping reader (dlmliyh is the easiest to reference but i feel like this is probably more serial killer au coded? idk u tell me theyre your playgrounds im jsut giggling while playing on the swings) doing something like - im aware of how this sounds bare with me - in hotel transylvania, where Drac sets up a fake town to scare his daughter into not leaving?

like i know youve done the price and gaz bringing reader back but mb ghoap finds someone (or maybe its price n gaz) to try and kidnap reader/scare them/etc so ghoap can come rushing in and be the saviors so reader cries and clings to them and stops trying to escape. they still punish her for escaping of course but only after comforting her and establishing that positive connection in her brain.

shit maybe ghost hires another killer to kidnap her out of the woods and they orchestrate a whole thing to encourage reader to escape subtly, dont tell johnny, and let johnny go fucking feral to show reader how much johnny loves her. and sure, ghost hired the kidnapper, but did he really think ghost would actually let him take whats his?

🪀

your analogy of my au's being playgrounds has me audibly giggling i think it's sooo funny comparing my weird dark fanfics to light things. yes my noncon kidnapping serial killer fanfic IS like a swingset on a playground. you're so right yoyo

also if i say hotel transylvania is the best dracula adaption? what then?

i think i said this before but i think gaz is the type to most likely do this tbh. like dark!gaz SCREAMS making you think you're in way more danger than you are, so when you come to him for comfort he doesn't look bad or scary at all. to me, ghost is gonna scare the shit out of you and then comfort you - he's everything, the good, the bad, and the ugly, and you're stuck with him. same with price

to me, ghost and soap will just scare the shit out of you and then comfort you after. cross all those wires in your head - they're horrible and kind to you, and you have to find some way to reconcile those two facts