#sup hacks

[2happyherder]

[jetlagmag]

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[archangeldyke-all]

Taking care of pregnant sevika I beg 🙏 she’s such a peach

YEAH my period starts tomorrow the thought of taking care of her is making me teary eyed. i just wanna hold her <3

men and minors dni

your poor wife hasn't been comfortable in months.

pregnancy is hard enough with just one baby, poor sevika's carrying two of your babies inside her. and with half of their genes being hers, your babies are big.

little fucker's favorite game to play is 'lift the belly', where she (with the help of you, of course) lifts sevika's belly off her ribs for a few minutes to let her mommy breathe. sevika always melts into your arms when you do, sighing and sometimes crying in relief, her hands twirling her daughter's hair as you hold her belly.

she practically lives on the couch now. you've bought her about a million pregnancy pillows, and over the months of her pregnancy she's built a pretty impressive nest in your living room, all her pillows properly arranged for her to get in the perfect position to rest.

most nights she sleeps on the couch. you get it-- she can't get comfortable in bed-- but it doesn't stop you from missing her. so most nights you end up on the floor beside the couch on an air mattress, your hand tangled with sevika's as she snores.

and for the life of her. sevika cannot. stop. farting.

it's the funniest thing in the world. she can't help it, all her organs and intestines are squished to high hell with the babies growing in her belly, but it manages to catch you off guard each and every time. most of the time, it catches sevika off guard too.

you woke up one night to sevika tugging your hand. "'sup, baby?" you mumble, sitting up on your half deflated mattress.

"water." sevika grunts. you giggle and reach out to grab her ice water-- freshly made before bed-- handing her the water bottle in the dark.

you're half asleep, listening to your wife gulp down her water, when a loud, long, fart rings out throughout the entire house. it's so powerful you're pretty sure it causes a minor earthquake.

you burst into laughter. sevika groans and lays back down on the couch, reaching out to smack you gently as you cackle.

from down the hall, little fucker's sleepy voice pipes up from her bedroom. "awe, mommy, that was nasty!"

even sevika laughs at this, loud and bright; before both of you start hacking as the smell of her gas catches up to you.

in the first few months of her pregnancy, sevika struggles to let go and let you and little fucker care for her. but as she grows (and gets used to the constant, protective pampering from you and your daughter) sevika transforms into quite the princess. it's adorable. your usually stoic and independent wife is now batting her eyelashes at you from the couch, asking for a foot massage and a sandwich. you can never say no to her, no matter how ridiculous the request is-- especially not when she gives you the most sincere 'thank you' and a sweet kiss each time you do.

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[zombvic]

TINDER IRL PART one (harry lewis x reader)

summary : in which y/n gets invited to the sidemen tinder irl (usa edition) and meets a certain brit and their instant friendship slowly progresses into something bigger

face claim : no one right now (kendall jenner later)

notes : reader is like a 2019 ICON like disstracks against the paul brothers, ricegum etc.. now STILL doing youtube but on a much more lowkey basis. also im sorry but i had to add that the reader is an f1 fan IM SORRY (im locked in as an f1 girlie) 😵 yall im not american or even close to a native english speaker (#slavicstruggles) but i tried making the readeramerican cause i tried to do the american la gf x british bloke bf xx god bless 'merica RAAAAAH. also i used lines from like all the videos and made my own cause the lines from this video were insane.. last also, don't be a ghost reader 🧟‍♂️🧟‍♂️

pairings : harry lewis x reader , sidemen x platonic!reader , all the other youtuber in the videos x platonic!reader

warnings : drugs (ketamine joke)

You got invited to the SIDEMEN Tinder In Real Life youtube video. You are acutely aware to what the Sidemen are and you've seen their videos before. Now to be fair, the genres between your channel and their channels were pretty different. The Sidemen were known for football challenges, those 100$ vs 100,000$ challenges and other things with a similar vibe. You on the other hand, you did vlogs, lifestyle hack and tips, in your time you've achieved some disstracks and occasionally broke down some formula 1 grand prix weekend.

The moment you saw the instagram dm from the Sidemen official account you weren't sure how to react. Should you be excited? scared? worried? yeah.. all. It was the Sidemen, Logan Paul, Mike and George (idk who Mike and George but who cares).

Eventually you accepted the offer and waited till the day you had to be "picked up" by kinda random men for 5 minutes straight. The day came, you got dressed for the video shoot, they made you wait with the other girls until they called your name and then you walked in.

"Hi, I'm (your name). I'm 24 and i'm from Newark, New Jersey" (go devs go) You've practiced that line like 50 times before you left, not because you wanted to come out of this video with a new man but because you didn't want to embarrass yourself lmao.

"Hi, I'm Vikk. I'm 26 and are you from Tennessee, because you're the only ten i see"

"Would've been funny if i hadn't just said im from New Jersey dude, no sorry"

"Hello, I'm Logan-"

"No. Complicated history" you said as you swiped left.

"One chance please"

"Alright, BUT u gotta watch it tho"

"Okay. SO. If i were a pizza delivery guy, i'd be giving YOU the tip"

"Ew no sorry lmfao.. that was weak as fuck"

"Alright wow, Hello, I'm Tobi. I'm 31 and they say that kissing is a language of love, so would you mind starting a conversation with me?"

"Sure go on.. yes. I love that"

Hello, My name is Ethan and let only latex stand between our love.

"Yeah thats funny.. alright, go on"

"Yo, I'm KSI. I'm 30 and you know how they say skin is the largest organ on the human body? Well.. Not in my case."

"Lmao, yes go on"

“Hello, I'm Mike. I'm 37 and girl, you don't need no vibrator when you got this Pickled Dick.”

"Jesus Christ. No, get out"

"Hi, My name is Simon and.. Simon says you want to swipe right"

"Lmao. I love that, Yes"

"Sup, I'm George and I’m peanut butter. You’re jelly. Let’s have sex"

"Jeeesus, that’s crazy bro... no"

"Hello, My name is Josh and I find your lack of nudity disturbing"

"No, I'm so sorry" (guys i love freya sm i couldnt do this)

"Uhm, Hello. I'm Harry. I'm 26 years old and what do ketamine and your underpants have in common?"

"I don't know" you said looking at the blonde-ish man confused.

"I'd like to sniff them both."

The whole room fell into a laughter, you included. "Yes"

"BUT I GET A NO?" Logan exclaims. "What a scam"

WHY DID YOU SAY NO?

(NO : Logan, Josh, Mike, Vikk and George)

"For Logan i think we left this in 2019 and rightfully so. For Josh i dont really know tbh, i just thought his line couldve been better. Mike, i think you know why i said no. Vikk.. Im gonna be honest i dont even remember what youve said but im sure i had my reasons and George, you couldve been waaaaaay smoother mate.. tough luck"

YALL. this is part one because i cant be arsed and put it all right here right now 😁😁😁

[vigilantesyth]

Give me Jonathan Kent and damian wayne knowing so much about each other and nobody else knows this so much that everyone but the Bats and sups accept it and everyone else involved is spooked even after the age up it's the same since that's all jon could think about.

Give me justice league holding a meeting with Jon as the new Superman the Trinity is off world. He was upset because of some people who died in a fire he couldn't save and everybody can see it.

Nightwing couldn't take the dejected puppy act much longer and sent a SMS to Damian who came up in his robin costume and everyone looked at him.

D:Superman.

J:they died D.

D:nicknames.

J:they died...

Damian gose over and hugs him. He moved his hands to play with that space behind his ear because it calms the elder boy down quicker.

J:no-

D:shhhh it's time to relax.

The space behind is ears makes him go limp in the smallers hold and damian leaves.

Everyone looked shocked, but not Jon. He was embarrassed to turn into mush infrount of all these people

The titans are on a mission

D:are their any competent members on this team!

Kori: that's not nice robin.

D:I'll be nice when I'm not dangling over acid.

Raven: Robin, we are almos- Robin!

D: Super Boy!

Jon blast through the roof top and catches him before he falls in.

J:its Superman.

D: *do I look like I give a fuck stare*

J:*I should have left you to die look*

D:*do it you simpletons look*

J:not here later.

Titans: what tf

But it's even better in School

Dami is online watching Jon's lecture and jon refuses to take notes because damians is better. So damian writes in league language and jon learnt it because he didn't want to write notes.

So the professor asked jon a question and he reads it in league, before translating it.

He gets teased and for it, by the Arabic dude who bearly understood what he said fully.

He snapped back in plain Arabic and Damian hacks into the presentation to type.

"You jack ass "on the bora to finnsh what jon was saying

J in Arabic "Arabs has multiple dialects you-"

The class bother jon on how he did it and Damian reveled himself as "Friend" and now everyone comes to class to talk to "friend" and the teacher enjoys class more because "friend" puts up helpful vids and slides and makes the student learn more. [Class as 12 learning about Alien and meta Biology that everyone ignore for regulare biology 6 of the students are becoming doctors 3 are Meta 2 including jon are alien born on earth and 1 is someone who joined on accident and now they have "friend"]

[vroomvroommuppett]

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sebastian vettel x oc

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kofi

still taking requests!

a/n: most of the face claim will be dianne buswell, but some will have to be non red heads to please bear with me.

a/n 2: also charles and alex are not together in this story

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willowbuswell

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willowbuswell tickets on sale now ❤️

user1 SHUT UP

user2 bangs suit you

lance_stroll Already bought mine!

jensonbutton I guess I'll go see you.

willowbuswell lol too late. your wife already bought tickets for the whole family

bbcstrictly we cannot wait!

sebastianvettel Bought mine!

user4 i hate its only in europe

user5 THIS IS JENSON'S GODDAUGHTER?

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[sup buttons. it is i, jenson's favorite goddaughter, willow james buswell, here to tell you to buy tickets to my show. thanks babes xx]

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[I would thoroughly like to apologize for Willow hacking my phone. In all seriousness though, please buy tickets to support her.]

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willowbuswell

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willowbuswell race day

user7 your outfits always slay

jensonbutton Hurry up. We're going to be late.

willowbuswell on my way old man

user8 which garage is she going to this time?

willowbuswell mercedes!

carmenmmundt Cannot wait to meet you!!

willowbuswell me too!

mercedesamgf1 SO EXCITED TO MEET YOU

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Hype Train!

F! Streamer Reader x M!Yandere Streamer OC

Part 2~

His Info: 📹✨

Part: 1 2 3

!!!MINORS DNI!!!

CW: !F reader, use of she/her when referring to reader, reader has a vagina, extortion, pet names not given by ML (kitten, good girl), little angsty possibly?, smut will start in the next part!🐶✨!

“Sup Jazzy” his own voice says to him.

“Sup Devvy, how’re you and Issac?”

“Awww, did you just call cause you missed us?” they say in an mocking tone, their voice changing to one of their own mid way through the sentence.

“Always, but that’s not why I called.” He sends a copy of some of your cat cam footage that he sped watched through. “I just need the name of the dick hole at 57:32. I’d do it myself but I don’t want to look that thing up on my work computer.”

“Ooooo! I see why you need that info. She’s mine and Issac’s type too… Sent!”

“Thanks. This still doesn’t pay me back by the way.”

“Figures, I am using your face and all.”

“Yeah ‘nd my face is hot. You’ll owe me for a long time you filthy fuckin’ sadist.”

“Takes one to know one,” they say through a smirk. “Hey Jasper,” their head tilts in curiosity, “your girl just left her building…”

“What?” He pulls up some of the other cameras in the building to look. The second floor has a bling camera that pinged it’s owner’s phone just now.

Sure enough you’re seen walking down the stairs in front of that door. You have a baking pan in hands with one birthday candle sticking out of what looks like chocolate cake.

“Why is she going out at this time? it’s like 3am for her. Has she done this before? does she always bring cake, and nothing else?”

Not even a second passes, “Looks like once a month. She goes out at two-ish, I followed her through the ground cameras to a factory. Sending all footage from the last time now. And coordinates for current active cameras near the perceived destination.”

“Shit. A factory?! What could she possibly be doing at a place like that at three in the fucking morning. That’s so dangerous. Watch her until she gets home. And I don’t know, fucking, blow somethin’ up if shit starts to go down. I have to take a flight. ‘Nd, don’t go outside for a while, unless you get a new face in the meantime.”

“Awww, but I like your face,” they pout.

“Me too! Just kidnap someone for a minute, and deal with it. jeeze. You’ll figure it out.”

“Or I could—”

“Bye Dev.in, i’ll be in contact, and if something happens to her, you’re never getting out of my contract.”

“I hate being indebted to a filthy fucking sadist like you.” they fake a sigh, not actually upset.

“Takes one to know one.” Jasper hangs up abruptly, already packing up three laptops, and their accessories to go.

Sure enough, you’ve walked all the way to a factory at 3am.

You’re running a little late tonight…

He can wait… You think.

He’s already extorting you double, almost triple your rent now.

He can wait.

“Fuck!” You hurry.

All you brought is that stupid hollow cake filled with a plastic bag of cash, and a lighter. Like always.

Eventually you get there, none the wiser that you’re being watched over by a sort of guardian angel this time.

They invisibly follow as you swerve through dark alley ways. You take slightly different routes every time.

Dev.in sits watching, waiting, finding everything nearby that they could hack if they need to cause a distraction to hopefully save you if it comes to that.

You’ve done this so many times before, usually just out of a camera’s reach.

They get into the satellites, replaying footage, as it is unfolding in real time, comparing.

On more than one time you’ve gotten attacked.

Jasper isn’t going to like that.

He already doesn’t approve of this.

You hobble dazedly to the ER when that happens, but you still go to the drop off point first.

What could be more important or scary than that, that you’d not see a doctor first?

The satellite and the real time footage all play out similarly:

You meet the same man.

He grabs you

He kisses you on the cheek.

You light the candle.

He blows it out.

He leans in to say something into your ear.

You walk either home, or to the hospital depending.

Dogs are out barking viciously nearby.

You don’t even flinch at any of this anymore.

This has been going on for more than a year it seems.

What is in that cake?

“The cake you wanted.” You shift uncomfortably, holding the pan out in offering. “And sorry I was running a little late.”

“It’s okay,” He gives you that smile that sends a freezing chill right down into your bones. “things happen,” He shrugs.

He kisses you on the cheek, and leans further to tell you how much you owe them next month and the day he wants you to come.

His menthol cigarette scent makes you nauseous the closer he gets to you.

Intrusive and rough hands grope up your arms and one rests now under your chin.

He makes you feel filthy.

You’re grimacing.

“I trust you Kitten, besides… you know i’ll get my money one way or another.” His grip tightens and your face scrunches harder. “You’d hate to go back into the pit right? Now go on home and be a good girl until we meet again…” his grip is so tight you stifle a whine.

You turn and walk away again. Keeping your pace even, and your head held high.

You almost blend into the underground world.

Almost.

A man with a blade that glints in the cameras is following you back home.

While you fiddle with the main door’s lock and your keys, your hands tremble, displaying how terrified you really are.

Dev.in starts a car parked directly behind you.

You manage to stumble inside while the guy is distracted.

You lean against the inside of the front door, a relieved, and beyond stressed sigh leaves your chest.

Then you head upstairs, fatigued just like every time prior.

You have a fitful rest, filled to the brim with nightmares that constantly wake you up, panting and clutching your chest.

The dawn finally comes. The sun is more than welcome as it shines through the slits between your blackout curtains.

You jump out of bed, not wanting to try and sleep any longer.

You have today off work, thank goodness.

As soon as your computer is on, and dipcord is open, you get a DM, “Hey! Sorry I had to suddenly leave last night! getting a little overworked rn. Wanna VC soon?”

You call him this time.

The longer it rings, the harder your heart pounds.

“Hey there, Y/N, I forgot to tell you somethin’ last night.”

“Oh really?” You try not to sound nervous, or stressed but he can hear it all in your sleepy inflections.

“I have a meet up comin’ up soon!” He didn’t until last night though. “It’s in (a city near you), is that close to you at all? My viewers have been begging me to bring you since they met you!” He isn’t wholly lying, they really do love you already.

“What?! really!” your excitement overpowers you precarious emotional state, “That’s actually super close to me! I think I can afford the trip…” You sigh, remembering work, “Wait, um what day…?”

He frowns, his heart spreading a tingling sharp pain all the way down to his left hand, “I-I can change it! i-if you can’t make the day! when are your days off next month?”

“No!” ops, that came out a little too loud, “Uh, no, sorry. I can’t have you do that. I mean, what if your viewers already changed their schedule?” You sigh.

He hasn’t even told them yet, nobody’s schedule can be impacted.

He scrubs the footage from the bling camera downstairs to see your schedule quickly, you seem to have one day off a week… What the fuck? He thinks… And so much overtime, how little are they paying you?

“Jasper…?”

“Oh sorry! i only got like three hours of sleep last night,” he chuckles”

“Oh no! that’s not good, you should try and nap after this!” you sound so genuinely stressed for him. His pain evaporates.

“It’s on Tuesday the 12th. Is that doable?”

You sigh in relief, “Yes! I actually can! that’s so cool! it falls right on one of my days off!” Your gut flips, something feels so off…

Maybe it’s just the residual feeling from last night?

“Awesome! I’ll definitely be takin’ that nap soon then,” he laughs such a perfect and easy laugh, it somehow eases your entire being beyond belief.

Tears start prickling your eyes, and he hears your tiny sniffle.

“Is somethin’ the matter Y/N?” His voice is so gentle again. he makes you imagine a summer morning in a sprawling golden field. It’s like sun on your skin for the first time in so long…

Yes. God yes. your life. That’s what’s wrong. How the fuck did you get in half the predicaments you’re currently in? “No,” You fake a yawn, “I’m just a little sleepy, I guess we’re in the same boat there!” you let out a laugh that sounds more strained than you wanted.

You can’t cry yet.

Don’t cry yet.

Please.

Do. Not. cry.

I’m gonna take a nap too! sorry I-I have to go!” Your voice cracks, “sleep well, Jasper…”

You hang up without giving him a chance to say anything more. Without the chance to catch you.

and the second that app is closed, your dam bursts.

You feel like screaming, and you feel hoarse like you already have been.

How long ago was the last time you’ve cried?

The last time you’ve even felt safe enough to cry.

“Jazzy! my man-”

“Dev, I need ya to black this entire town out for an hour.”

[borrelia]

frontiers dlc cutscene simulator:

amy: we CANT let ANYONE DOWN!! sonic and the koco are COUNTING ON US i'll do ANYTHING to protect them!!! i love everyone so much im gonna BREAK SOMETHING!!

knuckles: grr i love to hit things. i love to dig in the dirt. i love to punch things WITH MY FISTS! and break things WITH MY FISTS! aww is poor widdwe sonic tired? aww too bad you have to do your little platforming boohoo Grow Up. tails, kid, you are doing amazing no notes. amy. would you like to break some things with me. with my FISTS 👊💪💪👊💥💪💥💥👊

tails: uwa i don't know if i can do this... but i have to.. but i dont know if i can.. everyone is counting on me im the Most Important guy here.. sonic don't worry about me i can handle myself. also did you know that these islands have incredible capacity to harness emerald power. by my calculations 🤓 i've hacked the mainframe.

eggman: mmyes. sonics stupid friend and his girl friend and his very scary little fox friend and also sonic. can you even appreciate that some of the set dressing on this island used to be a highway powered by emerald energy harnessed by ancient spaceships which btw are buried underground so you cant see them but theyre there. i wish i had a spaceship. i could do so much evil with that kind of power.

sonic: yooooo sup amy. tails. things are getting pretty rough, you doing alright? you are both so cool, i know youre gonna do amazing things💗. hey Treasure Hunter. seems like im better at finding the emeralds than you, Treasure Hunter. HA! eat my dust--im gonna go fall off that tower 20 more times. btw i wonder whats up with this building. can someone real quick explain what it does in 5 paragraphs or more?

sage: we are running out of time. you must find the emeralds or we will have success rate of zero percent. but since you asked. this building was a facility designed to stockpile or store grain. In the grain trade, the term "grain elevator" also describes a tower containing a bucket elevator or a pneumatic conveyor, which scoops up grain from a lower level and deposits it in a silo or other storage facility. In most cases, the term "grain elevator" also describes the entire elevator complex, including receiving and testing offices, weighbridges, and storage facilities. It may also mean organizations that operate or control several individual elevators, in different locations. i would also like to drop some casual race science into this conversation. do not worry about it.

[deztryx]

I have no idea who that funky fella on your artfight is and I don’t do artfight myself, but I thought they looked cool so I doodled them as a warmup :)

OMGEEEEEE RD!!!!!! HEGDJEGDHDGH HE LOOKS SO CUTE AAAAAAA

OKAY SO LORE DUMP FOR THIS OC X3

His name is RD (Red Devil) but his real name is Dark Red, he is a Animatiom VS. Animator/Minecraft (made by Alan Becker) Hollowhead OC

He was originally made to hack people's computers and steal their info and etc etc basically he is a virus stickfigure but his creator messed up his code and he became this little harmless stickfigure virus thing, his creator aka Lauraa felt bad about erasing him cause he was literally a child lol so she kept him (but neglected to look after him)

Couple months later she decided to make a NEW virus stickfigure by taking RDs code and fixing the mistakes and yeah idk all that tech stuff, THEN BAM VIRUS RD (or just Virus)

Anyways after a couple weeks passed by after Lauraa released her new virus, a pink angelic looking stickfigure aka Rosa (BTW ROSA IS MY BESTIES OC, SUP FIN RAAAA)

Rosa is a anti-virus hollowhead and was sent to kill any of Lauraas viruses, but when she finds RD she saw how harmless he was despite being a virus and plus he was only a kid, so she took him in and kept him hidden and they escaped fo the outernet x3

STILL WORKING ON THE REST BUT YEAH, here's a full ref Pic of what he looks like x3

[strikinglotusprince]

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Sup the names Lotus and I'm glad to be back. My other account was sadly hacked and so I'd taken a back now back

I'm a Chinese man with dissociative identity disorder that was born and raised in China and do speak English not good at times

I have a love and fascination for the show Lego Monkie Kid and journey to the west with inspiration; do edits well

🌹 I am happily taken by My Moon Flower 😘🌹

\----> 我全心全意地爱你 🥰

My tags I will be using:

Art -> #Lotus-Art

Asks -> #Ask-LotusQ

Blabber -> #Lotustalkstomuch

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[legally-allowed-to-slime]

“hey, ‘sup?”

grian whirled around, an iron sword flashing into his hand. “who— oh. hey, pearl. doing fine.”

“hi,” the cleaning lady greeted cheerfully, her wings fluttering as she skipped the last few steps of the jagged bridge leading up to grian’s base.

“no flying,” grian smiled.

pearl shrugged. “well, it’s break time. the rules don’t really apply right now.”

”yeah, whatever. what’d you come here for?” grian pulled out an axe and started hacking at the wood of the trees he’d been growing nearby.

she hummed a wistful tune and strolled underneath grian’s structure. “nice place you got here. very interesting.”

“it’s an abstract staircase.”

“it’s a staircase, you’re a nutcase, whatever.” pearl turned around to face grian. “grian, i’m not going to beat around the bush here. this life series feels different.”

“what d’you mean?” grian stopped mid-swing, and his grip tightened on the axe.

“i dunno,” the mounder flopped down on the grass, absentmindedly twirling her sword. evidently, she didn’t think it threatening. or maybe she did. ah, psychological warfare. “it feels more… grounded? like, real. with limited, double life… the gimmick felt so out of reach. a timer ticking down your life? your life being linked to someone else? it felt like something that came down from the heavens.”

pearl paused. grian let the axe drop onto the grass and leaned against the nearest tree, folding his arms. “well?”

“but now… it’s so close. it’s so subjective. we don’t even know if we’ve completed our task yet.” here, pearl grinned. “part of why i failed my second task, heh. but i didn’t figure human interactions were really their kind of thing. usually they throw us the idea and we just go along with it.”

“who’s they?” grian asked, the answer already drumming in his head.

“you know. the watchers.” pearl glanced at grian with a strange spark in her eye. “with a literal sculpture of, well, them giving out the secrets? feels more your kind of thing, if i’m going to be honest.”

“so?” grian said defiantly, already seeing the wave of truth about to crash onto his shore.

pearl sighed. “grian, the life game this time — martyn calls it a death game, haha — it’s not the watchers. it’s you.”

grian swallowed, feeling the sun burning his brown hair. he reached up and ruffled it. “i-i may still be a watcher, but i’m…” he hesitated. “one of the good ones.”

“yeah,” pearl rolled her eyes, “they always said that. ‘we’re here to help’. and here to punish if it’s more entertaining,” she added with disdain. “that’s them, eh? don’t really care if we’re happy or sad, as long as it’s fun to watch.”

grian looked up at the sky, and then at the ground, and groaned. “look, i… i thought it would be fun, alright? just a little— a little game. would be fun to watc- play.” he spit out a curse word in the ancient watcher dialect.

“unfortunately, i understand that,” pearl sighed. “is that why? you were so wound up when scar won the hard task. he’d beaten the system— you. you were the system. and watchers hate losing control.”

“i shouldn’t have gone soft on him. humans are so—”

“grian, careful. you’re turning bad again.”

grian stopped himself. “right, right. right. i’m human, scar’s human. you’re human.”

“grian, why?” pearl looked at him sadly. “why did you want to— put us through this two months of torture again?”

the watcher looked at her, pained. “pearl, i… i promised myself, this life series would be better than the watchers’. it would be fun, and goofy. there was even a slumber party, right? most people at your house since double life, i bet.” grian had to admit, double life was a low blow, and he felt bad immediately, but he was defensive and that was pearl’s greatest chink in her armour.

pearl flinched. “what, and forcing people together is any better? creating fake friendships for the sake of a game? having whispers spread and secrets kept between friends who can’t tell or risk eventual death sounds a more watcher than grian thing, if i’d be honest. i’d rather have true pain than false happiness.”

“this series is different from the other ones. i’m not like the watchers at all.” grian protested.

pearl stood up and kept her sword, her wings wavering from anxiety. “it’s different? when compliments aren’t real and people aren’t themselves? that’s good? mumbo built his house sideways because of bdubs’ task. sure, it’s harmless and funny now, but when the ink the secrets are written in turn to blood…” she shook her head. “it’s not going to benefit anyone.”

“i’m a good person,” grian repeated, trying to calm the thumping in his ribcage.

“are you sure? are you really sure, that when this server, this town is painted red, you wouldn’t watch and bask in the glory of the death and blood? you keep insisting it’s different, but it’s exactly the same as every other time.”

because power is what you crave. there’s watcher in your soul, grian. there’s always been and there still is.

grian wasn’t sure where the words came from. he wanted to blame it on the watchers, but somehow he knew it was coming from himself, his mind pleading with his heart.

“pearl, i—” grian’s wrist beeped. “session’s starting. look, pearl, i’m not sorry, it was a good decision—”

pearl shook her head. “i’m not mad, i’m just… well. gotta get back to do my intro.” she walked two or three steps down the bridge, then stopped and turned back. “got a secret to keep?”

and grian’s heart felt the wind whip across it, harshly lashing it as he watched her leave.

always watching.

[hex-the-memelord]

sup chat it’s me rider i hacked hex’s account

not really she’s banned but here’s her stuff she wanted me to post

[loxare]

This is niche. This is niche as hell. But Dead Boy Detectives/The World Ends With You crossover. I don't have plot, only an opener and v i b e s

Post Nico-being-alive, actually-reveal, or whatever's going on with her. Because Nico's cousins, Beat and Rhyme, are getting shipped off to London so Nico can be a good influence on them

(Neither of them need a good influence, they're both good kids. But the Bito parents don't seem to agree with me. Also Rhyme probably gets into hacking crimes, by which I mean she's been hacking away student debt or stealing CEO money or something)

(Yes, Nico, who basically dropped out of boarding school, """faked""" her death and moved to London to solve ghost crimes with ghosts is a good influence. The Bito parents are mean/delusional)

Nico is so sad because while her cousins are here, she won't be able to solve ghost crimes with her ghost friends. Happy to see her cousins, of course, it's been a few years, but. ghost crimes.

And then Beat walks in and, after giving Nico a big hug and complimenting her hair, is just "who's these dudes? 'Sup?"

(he learned English from hip hop and skater vids so yeah he still talks like that, it's great)

and Rhyme is all "oh are there dead people here?"

and Nico is all "yay! I can still solve ghost crimes with my ghost friends!"

and Edwin is all "I apologize, what? How can he see us?"

(Beat can see them because he did the Game twice, once while he was alive. Rhyme still can't see dead people because she doesn't remember anything of her time in the first Game, and didn't play the second. But probably something happens and Rhyme, already primed to see ghosts and things because of the Game, can now see ghosts and things)

Beat and Rhyme help Crystal figure out how she can be true to herself, regardless of her parents' expectations of her. They have lots of practice at that by this point

Beat being all blushy about his boyfriend back home helps to normalize gay relationships for Edwin, who could use a gay role model (Cat King doesn't count)

Rhyme takes down the school Charles and Edwin went to by forwarding a list of all the kids who have died there (and were covered up by old money hush money) to the local papers and governments

and then Beat and Charles burn it down with molotovs

Nico gets to come out of her shell even more as she shows her cousins around London

I have a very strong image of the kids facing down a huge supernatural threat and they're out of weapons and Charles' bag is on the other side of the room or something and Beat is just "hey, can you lend me one of your pins?" and then Charles is like "???" but gives him one of his ska pins and then Beat summons a huge fuckin soundwave that disintigrates the thing

Rhyme learns some magic from Edwin and uses it back home to fuck with the Games even more. If her brother goes missing again, so help her, she will find and torch Joshua's whole house

I just need Beat and Charles to be wholesome, angry but very very kind punks together. Charles learns to skateboard. Beat learns how to make a molotov and swing a baseball bat to devastating effect. They swap mixed cds

[iris0gardens]

〣"Run Baby, Run"〣 - Wrench x FEM!Reader

_"you think you ever left my mind? I WAS CRAZY ABOUT YOU."_

TW/TAGS: Romance implied, Violence, Blood, Wrench being Wrench, DEPRESION AAA-

Description: Wrench left San Fran to leave his dedsec Days behind after some drama had happened, going to london to seek revenge for a busted deal. However one particular person didnt seem to stay behind as Wrench has hoped.

Footsteps echoed across the hallway as laughter was heard from the direction Wrench ran from. His Heist of receiving blueprints a bust, someone managed to hack into the system he thought was under his control. Displays all around him displaying a laughing Hare mask, the laughter resembling a female as guards ran across the hallway.

Wrench cursed under his breath as he kept running, attempting to navigate the maze of a building in a hurry as laughter was heard from every place a monitor stood. He wasn't aware he was being tracked or followed as he prepared for the heist and neither did he know the hare mask displayed on the various screens he came across. The male went through every single scenario as to how this heist could've been a bust until he heard an explosion from one of the directions he came from along with a female voice coming from a mega phone "SUP BITCHES, THIS IS HARE TERRITORY NOWW HAHA". The familiar feeling of knowing that voice popped up in his head but due to the circumstances had no time to think about it as he ran out of the building.

Wrench looked around in panic for a car as his LED googles displayed exclamation marks, as soon as he saw a car close by , he sprinted towards it as he heard guards yell for him and shots being fired before another explosion went off. His heart beating heavily as he took out his phone, hacked the cars security system, jumping in and driving off. As soon as he got further from the wreckage, Jackson came onto his com channel. "Dude, what happened?!" Wrench asked hastily as he sped around corners.

"Seems like the Hare really wanted the servers for herself. She wasn't active for years before you came around.." Jackson explained, his voice at the end turning into a mere mutter as he thought of possible explanations. "Did you make any enemies here in London, Wrench?" He asked as Wrench nervously chuckled in response. "Not that I can think off, I piss off people here and there BUT NOT A MAFIA BOSS LIKE THE HARE." he responded annoyed. Jackson laughed into the coms "alright alright, don't get your panties in a knot, Wrench. I will figure out why The Hare wants those servers and you think of ideas as to why she knew you were there."

Wrench signed off the coms and proceeded to make his way back to his safehouse, running through every possible solution as to why the Hare knew but non seemed plausible. Once he came across the thought of the Hare sounding similar to an old friend, he shook his head in disbelief. +It cant be anyone from san fran. Marcus told me everyone was around and safe..+ he thought as he pulled up to the complex, jumping out the car and hurrying up the stairs.

As he got into his safehouse, he closed the door and put his back against the door, sliding to the floor and letting go of a deep sigh he didnt feel before. He barely got out but somehow managed to with the help of The Hare distracting the guards. However he wasnt sure if they shared the same side.

"You know. For a tech Master, you suck at hiding your traces to the fullest extend" A soft female voice rang out and Wrench shot up in shock. He pulled out a gun which happened to be Princess ratarat as looked around frantically, trying to figure out the source of the voice and its owner. "Dont worry Wrench, im not here to hurt you." The female called out as she took notice of Wrenchs panic "I just wish to talk to you..old friend." from behind another wall, a female silhouette walked around with her hands on her waist and a firm stance.

"The hare?! wha- I dont fucking know you and how you got into my home but I highly suggest getting the fuck out" Wrench threated as anger began to boil into his body. How dare this masked stranger think they could just walk into his home without any consequences and especially how they managed to.

"Such a shame. I thought we could share a beer and laugh about it. Like good ol times." The female laughed as she proceeded to slip off the hare mask, revealing it to be Y/N, Wrenchs good old friend.

"I- no..noo. I must be fucking dreaming."Wrench said in disbelief, seeing his old friend and partner in crime right in front of him. "you..I must be high, Marcus said you all were in san fran and you forgot about me.."He explained as he put his gun down slowly, not believing the reality he was currently in.

"forgot about you? Oh darling, I never did. After you left, I was in deep pain because of the hole you left in my heart. YOU were the one who forgot about his friends and me. After everything we went through....you just turned your back on me and left." Y/N hissed out in anger as their E/C darkened. Her body language tensing up and hands clenched into tight fists to the point you can barely see them turning white. "YOU CONFESSEED TO ME AND IN THE NEXT MINUTE LEFT SAN FRAN. NOT CONSIDERING HOW I FELT. IT WAS ALL A ROUGE WAS IT? FOR YOU TO ESCAPE AND GIVE ME A LAST BIG FUCK YOU, Y/N?! I BET I LEFT YOUR MIND AS SOON AS YOU SAW AN ESCAPE"

"you think you ever left my mind? I WAS CRAZY ABOUT YOU." Wrench yelled back. "I WANTED TO TAKE YOU WITH ME SO BADILY BUT I WAS IN A HURRY, I WANTED TO TELL YOU-" His mask turning into red as he proceeded to lift his mask up, throwing in to the side as he looked at her with hurt and anger. "I literally couldn't as I knew you would get hurt trying to follow me. You have no fucking idea how many times I wanted to reach out to you." As he explained his true intentions, his expression turned into sadness as he realised how much he hurt her. Y/N on the other hand approached him, starred deep into his eyes before slapping him. "you..fucker." she laughed out as tears began rolling down her face.

"you have no idea..how much you hurt me and how much I ached to see you again."The female laughed out with sadness as she looked down to hide her tears. Wrench sighed and proceeded to take her into his arms, putting his head ontop of hers as he muttered "I deserved that slap...but holy cow you got stronger"a small smirk creeping onto his face as he thought about the last time he saw her, so excited and happy to know he felt the same love she felt. That memory soon got interrupted by Y/Ns sobs and her holding onto Wrench trembling. They stood there for a couple minutes before the female quieted down, seeming to have calmed down.

"you..fucker."She whispered out before letting go of him, looking up to him with a smirk of confidence. "You believe I would be that stupid as to not follow you?..you are wrong, Reggie."Y/N said before grabbing his shoulders, pushing him down towards her level and crashing her lips on his. Before Wrench could react, she quickly pulled apart and went to grab her mask as he stood there dumbfounded . "As much as I would like to "catch up" about our feelings for each other. Unfortunately we have found ourselves on two different sides, making us enemies. So lets hope you can catch the Hare, sweetheart" she winked at him before putting on her mask and running out of his safehouse with her laughter following behind.

Wrench stood there for a moment before he looked towards the door his past love ran out of and breathed out a frustrated sigh. "fuck..She's gotten more confident."

-AYY as you can tell, I was a bit more inspired with the Wrench one as it was definitely fun to write. Let me know if you want more!-

-not keen on constructive critism as I do this as a way to enjoy myself and share it, so PLEASE NO COMMENT ON MY WRITING STYLE UNLESS ITS A GRAMMER ERROR. THAMK YOUU-

[ask-elliot-doorman-fam]

*Hacks my way into Tera’s mind* Sup, I’m in your brain now. Nice place.

-🥽

"Huh?"

"H-Hey! That's not- Get out!"

[fan-of-many24]

New Face

Wayne x fem!Reader

Letterkenny

Word Count: 1.76k

Contains: Drinking / mentions of drinking, American reader, female reader

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Moving from Wisconsin to Letterkenny was a big change for you. Your aunt and uncle moved there for work and you decided that getting out of the US would be a welcome change. Even though some of the politics wouldn’t be much different, at least you wouldn’t have to deal with the hack job conspiracy theories from the parents at work.

Of course the school at Letterkenny was desperate for new teachers, with some of the old ones waiting to retire until their position could be filled. As an art teacher, there wouldn’t be much to change in your lessons. There were still a few weeks until the school year started and you had just finished decorating your classroom. It was the end of a long, hot, summer day and you decided to treat yourself to a drink at the local bar, MoDean’s. 

You walked into the small building immediately smelling the stale air of the bars you were used to in Wisconsin. At least some things are the same. You pulled out a worn down wooden stool, plopping down, relief easing your aching feet. “What can I get ‘cha hot stuff?” the woman behind the bar asked with a twang in her voice and a tilt in her head. You smiled, already somewhat used to the town’s quirky residents.

“I’m new to town,” you asked, “What do people usually get?” 

“Lemme get ‘cha a puppers,” she stated turning to grab a beer and slamming it down in front of you.

You nodded and took a sip, feeling the cool liquid slide down your throat. “Good shit.” you commented.

Unbeknownst to you, you had grabbed the attention of two hockey players sitting at a table across the room.

“Yo Jonesy, a fuckin’ rocket just sat down,” a fluffy-haired Reilly elbowed his buddy.

“Oh yeah bro,” Jonesy replied, “total babe. You think one of us could get a takedown? Or both of us?”

“Sure as shit bro,” Reilly confirmed, “let’s wheel some snipes.”

You were making light conversation with the bartender you just learned was Gail. She was telling you who were good people and who were the skids and degens to stay away from, and even though you didn’t exactly know what a skid was, you took her advice. She seemed genuine and you had to take pointers from someone. You were talking about moving here and your job when you were interrupted by the bar stools on either side of you getting pulled out with a guy sitting on either side. You looked at the two guys in muscle tees, sighing internally. You didn’t particularly come to the bar to get hit on, just to wind down.

“Sup,” the blond one started. “Sup,” the other continued.

“Hello, boys,” you greeted blandly, sipping your drink.

“So what’s a guy like us,” blondie pointed to himself.

“Gotta do to get with a snipe like you?” the other pointed to you. 

You gulped down the drink in your mouth, making a face. “A fuckin’ what?” you chuckled.

“You know, a rocket,”

“A ten,”

“A zinger,”

“Someone that makes you go ‘yew!’” they listed.

“A hottie,” Gail explained in words you’d understand.

You took a breath, processing the… compliments?

“Sorry boys,” you sighed, “you’re not really my type.”

The boys gasped, “What?”

“How so?”

“Well for one, you look like you could be my students,” you chuckled, causing the boys to exchange some looks, “And two, you’re a bit fuckin’ much.”

Gail laughed at your words that left the boys speechless.

“So how ‘bout you go find some other… rocket… that might be more your speed,” you got up from your seat and patted the blond’s shoulder before moving to a different seat down the bar, one next to a girl with long brown hair pulled into two ponytails on either side.

You plopped down again, setting down your beer, leaning onto your hand, letting out another sigh.

“Nice job fending those two off,” the girl next to you commented, “dealing with them can be a lot. I know from experience.”

“Thanks,” you chuckled, “hope I wasn’t too harsh. Don’t wanna go causing any bad blood just starting out here.”

“Thought you looked new to town. I’m Katie,” she stuck out her hand.

“Y/N,” you shook it, “ I moved here with some family, I’m gonna start teaching here in a couple weeks.”

“Good on you, god knows we need some new faces,” she rolled her eyes, “but at least now you know a couple people.”

You smiled and the conversation took off from there. She asked where you were from, you asked what she did. It felt easy talking to her, even if she was a bit younger than you. Gail was nice enough, but it was good to talk to someone a bit more… normal. She talked about how she ran a farm with her brother and how he was actually gonna meet her there soon so you’d have a chance to meet him. The door opened and Katie mumbled, “Speak of the devil, there he comes.”

You didn’t know what you were expecting from her brother but it certainly wasn’t the man walking towards the two of you. He had a lean, sturdy frame. His face was strong and a bit stern and he walked with a confidence that had your stomach full of butterflies, so much so you almost didn’t notice the two men trailing in behind him. While you may not have noticed the heat settling on your cheeks, Katie sure did. A sly smile broke across her face.

“Wayne, this is my new friend, Y/N,” Katie turned around in her stool to face her brother, leading you to do the same, “She moved her with family and is gonna start teaching here in a few weeks.”

The flush remained on your face as you smiled and nodded at him a bit shyly.

“Thank god, we needed a new face,” the man repeated Katie’s earlier sentiment.

“She did a good job of putting Jonesy and Reilly in their place earlier,” Gail piped up behind you, “Sent them with their tails between their legs.”

You chuckled, remembering the situation from earlier. “I just told the truth, wouldn’t call it sending them with their tails between their legs.”

Wayne gave an impressed nod and sat next to his sister, his two friends sitting on the other side. The burlier of his friends, Dan, continued the conversation with you, asking whereabouts you’re from, what brought you here, etc. The men were a bit taken aback when they heard you were from the US but with Katie vouching for you a bit they weren’t all that shaken.

Wayne had gotten up to go to the bathroom and Katie used the chance to scootch down a seat to talk to Darry about something. You continued to make casual conversation with Dan about random things here and there. When Wayne came back, he just stood behind Katie, arms folded. “You’re in my seat.” he stated.

“Move your feet, lose your seat big brother,” she smiled, “you’re free to take mine.”

“Mmm…” Wayne groaned before letting out a breath through his nose and sitting down in what used to be Katie’s seat.

Before you were able to continue your conversation with Dan, Katie had dragged him into the conversation she was having with Darry, turning her back to the two of you, somewhat excluding you from the conversation. With Gail on the other side of the bar, it was just you and Wayne sitting in somewhat awkward silence. You blushed again but decided to start a conversation with the handsome man next to you. But to your surprise, you didn’t have to.

“What brings you to Letterkenny?” Wayne asked, still facing forward.

“Well, my aunt and uncle moved here for a butchering job, and America isn’t getting better anytime soon,” you chuckled, “So I came with them. Figured I could find a teaching job here and if not I could work with ‘em.”

Wayne nodded, “Not afraid to get your hands dirty, huh?”

You shook your head, “Nah, I grew up in the country and as much as I didn’t like some of the… ideology there, I did like getting stuff done myself. Something about it was… satisfying.”

“Well, uh, if you ever miss that, I’m sure Katie and I wouldn’t mind you, uh, comin’ over and choring some time,” Wayne sniffed a bit, “if you’re up for it that is.”

You smiled and cocked your head a bit, “I might have to.”

The conversation flowed just as it did with Katie. The two of you talked about family and how you missed yours back in the US. You talked about your dog, a pittie mix named Hero, and how he loved running around your aunt and uncle’s property. He talked about his sister and his buddies, told stories about the town, some that sounded almost unbelievable, but when you remembered some of your earlier interactions you believed them.

It had gotten dark out and when you checked your phone it was about time for you to leave.

“Well, I should head out or my aunt is gonna send a search party for me.”

“Need me to call you a cab?” he asked gruffly.

“Nah, I’ve been nursing this beer since before you got here,” you nodded towards the beer besides you, “If I had any more I’d say yes.”

You left more than enough cash on the counter for Gail, tipping out of habit.

“Want me to wall you to your car then?” he suggested.

“Sure,” you smiled.

You waved goodbye to Katie, Darry, and Dan before walking out of the bar. The cool summer evening sent a chill down your spine, and it didn’t help that Wayne was standing so close. It was a short walk and once you had gotten to the car door you turned around to face the man once more. “Thanks for the walk to my car. Very gentlemanly of you.”

“Yeah, well, never know when a degen’s around,” he stated, glancing around a bit, “So, uh, could I, uh, get your number.” He still wasn’t looking you in the eye. Your face flushed and a smile split across your face.

“Yeah, yeah of course,” you stuttered a bit, “gimme your phone, I’ll put it in.”

He pulled out his phone and handed it to you, contact creator open. You typed in your number and texted yourself, handing the phone back to him.

“Feel free to text me if you need any help choring. If it’s the weekend that is.” you smiled and got into your car. You waved at the man and pulled out of the spot, driving home.

He looked down at the conversation on his phone, the name at the top reading “Y/N ;))”. He knew he was going to take you up on your offer.