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cheollipop · 2 years ago

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ginger & cinnamon tea

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pairing: choi san x fem!reader

w.c.: 3.5k

tags: smut, fluff, established relationship, sick fic

after his roommate suggested a way to get rid of the sniffles, san – being the trusting friend he was – just had to try it.

warnings: praise, begging (so... much... begging), pussy-drunk! san, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex (boooo!!! 👎🏻), multiple rounds/orgasms, multiple creampies, a sprinkle of overstimulation, a hint of anal (m receiving), one (1) chomp, san's stamina is through the roof in this one oof, perhaps a slight breeding kink bc why not, I think that's all-

A/N: here it is... my first smut fic (yes, its another sick fic. we won't speak about it)... I'm absolutely terrified posting this, but I really hope you all enjoy reading it! a special thanks to alyssa (aka @toxicccred <3) for entertaining my horny thoughts for literally hours yesterday. mwah ily lots.

nsfw under the cut - minors dni!! 🔞

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San's sneeze blasted through your phone's speaker, your body flinching back at the sound.

"Sorry," he smiled sheepishly.

You shook your head, a small smile on your face as you watched his face sink deeper into his pillow.

"Does your head still hurt?"

He hummed. "It's not as bad. I think the painkillers have finally kicked in."

"What about your fever? Have Woo check it for you."

"(Y/n)."

"Have him make you some soup as well. With extra veggies-"

"Baby, calm down. It's just a cold," San chuckled, the sound coming out rough and gravelly.

You pouted, eyebrows furrowing, exhaling a long sigh. "I hate not being there for you when you're sick. This business trip wasn't even that important." You slumped back in your armchair, yet to change out of your clothes and into something more comfortable.

"You're coming back tomorrow," he reminded you, clearing his throat, the corners of his lips tugging upwards. "You can give me all your love and attention then."

His words brought a smile to your lips. Perhaps it was also the two dimples you loved so much peeking out to greet you.

"No kisses, though."

His bottom lip jutted out. "I guess I'll settle for cuddles."

"Then I'll be sure to put my all into them," you promised.

You kept the call open while you went about your nighttime routine, telling San about your two-day business trip, and how your boss got too drunk and embarrassed himself over dinner. Sliding under the covers, your skin glowing with the fresh layer of skin care he had bought you for valentine's day, you rested your head on the pillow. Neither of you spoke, simply pretending that the other was an arm's reach away as your breaths slowly evened out, falling asleep to soft smiles and pretty dimples.

The door opened after a few seconds of you knocking, a large smile on the man's face greeting you.

"Welcome back!"

"Thank you, Woo.” He pulled you into a hug, squeezing you once before letting go. You spoke while you slipped your shoes off, "how's he doing?"

"He's a big boy, don't worry too much about him." Wooyoung walked with you as you made your way to San's room.

You breathed out a laugh. "You know I can't help it."

Wooyoung only smiled, ruffling your hair before disappearing into his room – the door adjacent to San's.

Peeking into San's room, your eyes instantly met with his. He was sitting up in bed, holding a tissue to his nose. You couldn't help the grin splitting your face, nearly hopping with excitement as you made your way towards him. San threw the tissue god-knows-where and held his arms open for you, wrapping them around your frame once you were close enough. You pressed your lips to his forehead, smacking a kiss onto the heated skin before sitting by his side and relaxing into his embrace.

"I've missed you, my love," San muttered against your hair, kissing your temple. His voice was hoarse, and you could tell he had a stuffy nose.

"Me too. So much," you inhaled his scent, hands running up and down his clothed back.

Wooyoung peeked his head back into the room, gym bag slung over his shoulder. He smiled at the sight of the two of you holding each other so close, he wasn't sure where you began and where San ended.

"Alright, lovebirds, I'm going to the gym for a few hours," he spoke, unsure if you could even hear him from how deeply molded into each other the two of you were.

San waved at him with one of the hands wrapped around your back, and you sent him off with a quiet "have fun."

Wooyoung hesitated at the door, peeking in once more, the corner of his lips curling into a sly smirk. "You know…"

You turned your head to look at the man, raising an eyebrow at him, urging him to speak.

"They say some sweet lovemaking gets rid of colds prettyyy quick," he winked.

Heat rushed to your cheeks, and you could see San's ears turning a bright red – yet you weren't sure if that was Wooyoung’s doing or the cold's.

"Ya!" San grabbed the nearest pillow and threw it at him.

Wooyoung ran away, effectively dodging the swarm of pillows being thrown at him, his squeaky giggles echoing in the apartment even after the front door clicked shut behind him.

"Sorry about that. Just ignore him," San pressed a kiss to the crown of your head, tucking you back into his chest.

You let out a breathy laugh, nuzzling your cheek against San's collarbone. "It's Wooyoung, I'm used to his antics by now."

"You're right," he grinned, laying down on his bed, taking you with him.

"Is there anything I can do to make you feel better, Sannie?"

"Just let me hold you," he flexed his arms around you, squeezing you for a few seconds before relaxing again.

You hummed, letting your eyes flutter shut, your hand sliding under his shirt to settle against the soft skin of his hip.

You remained that way, limbs tangled up with his under the comforter, your cheek pressed to his chest as it rose and fell steadily. You felt his breath hitch, chest hiccuping as he cleared his throat repeatedly. You raised your head to meet his eyes, your hair disheveled and tangled from where his fingers had been running through it.

“Are you okay? Does something hurt?”

His hand smoothed down your unkempt locks, cupping the back of your neck and giving it a small squeeze. “I’m okay,” he cleared his throat again.

You stifle a laugh at his attempt to hold back his cough. “Don’t hold it back, you idiot.”

He pouted, muttering under his breath, “such heartwarming words.” He hid his face in the crook of his elbow and coughed, the sound ripping through his chest. He winced, eyes shut tightly and the corners of his mouth turning downwards.

“Oh, baby,” your fingers ran through his hair, scratching at his scalp before moving down to cup his cheek. San leaned into your touch, turning his head to kiss your palm, his skin heated against yours. “I’ll go make you some tea.”

“Don’t go,” he mumbled, taking your free hand in his and interlocking your fingers with his, giving them a tight squeeze.

“I’ll just be a moment,” you leaned in to plant a kiss on his cheek.

“Just stay here, I don’t need any tea,” San touched his forehead to yours.

You kissed the tip of his nose, then placed another one on his cheekbone. “Yes you do.” Untangling yourself from him, you made your way to the kitchen, stopping at his bedroom door. “Just call out if you need me.”

You left the room, finally allowing yourself to laugh at the expression San was giving you – bottom lip jutting out, eyes big and pleading.

He was so cute, you thought, as you stared at the boiling water. Dropping a few pieces of ginger into the water, followed by a stick of cinnamon, you left them to boil on low heat for a few minutes. You turned the stove off before placing a tea bag into the kettle and watched as the liquid slowly darkened.

Pouring the steaming tea into his favourite mug, you walked back to his room.

You immediately noticed his restless shuffling under the thick blanket, his breathing heavy and labored, a sheen of sweat reflecting the dim light from the small lap perched on his bedside.

"San?" You hurried to his side, setting the mug down by the lamp before placing your palm on his forehead, worried his fever might have returned. "Does anything hurt?"

"(Y/n), please…" He muttered, voice so breathy his words were barely coherent, still fidgeting under his blanket.

"What's wrong, Sannie?" You began to push the blanket off him, allowing the cool air to hit his heated skin.

Your worry faded as soon as you pulled it off his torso, leaving it gathered at his knees. Your eyes traveled between his pants – pulled midway down his thighs – and his hand, wrapped around his hard length, his hips thrusting into his fist with vigor.

"S-san! What are you doing?" Your hands twitched at your sides, not knowing what to do, your eyes stuck on San's lower half. Arousal pooled between your legs, waves of heat surging through your body.

"Please, (Y/n)- ah," he whined. His fingers squeezed around his girth, the breathy moan that escaped his lips going straight to your core. "Please, help me. Wooyoung said-"

"Sannie, Wooyoung’s an idiot. You need to rest," your voice wavered, prying your eyes off San's middle to meet his eyes.

"Please… please, please, (Y/n)."

You were stuck battling between your morals and your arousal, rubbing your thighs together as you struggled to speak. But San was looking up at you with hooded eyes, lips parted as he panted heavily, hips never ceasing their movement. You eyed the bead of precum leaking from his tip – how his hand smeared it down his length with its relentless movement. With those flushed cheeks and whispered pleads – how could you ever say no?

"What can I do to make you feel better?"

"Ah, San. Fuck. Your mouth is so-," warm, you wanted to say before San ripped another moan out of you, your hand fisted in his hair as he lapped at your cunt like a starved man.

He slipped another finger alongside the two he had stuffed inside you, curling them to drag along your walls, pressing against the spot that made your back arch, your breathy moans egging him on.

"Taste so good," he nuzzled his nose against your clit, his tongue slipping down to lick up the wetness dripping out of you and around his fingers. His hips rutted against the sheets where he laid on his stomach, eyes fluterring shut as he breathed heavily against your folds, drunk off your arousal.

"Oh, God. San- hnngh," your hips jumped off the bed, your hand on the back of San's head helping you push him closer to your core. "I'm about to- ah, baby, you're making me feel so good."

San's fingers thrusted into you harder, encouraged by your praise, pressing against your sweet spot every time he pushed back in. His tongue was back on your clit, alternating between lapping at it and sucking it between his lips. Your back arched once more as waves of pleasure rushed through your body, your thighs shaking around San's face as he helped you ride out your high, his fingers deep inside you while his tongue worked to swallow everything you gave him.

Panting heavily, your eyes closed, trying to regain your breath. "Shit, San."

San climbed up your body, his chin dripping with his spit and your arousal. "Did that feel good?" He looked at you through hooded eyes, his chest rising and falling at the same rate as yours.

“Yes, San, it was amazing,” you breathed out a laugh, jumping when the tip of his cock brushed against your sensitive clit. San leaned closer, his chest pressed against yours, head tucked into the crook of your neck.

"Can I-" San pressed his lips against your skin, taking the shell of your ear between his teeth, the hand not holding him up wrapping around his cock again. He pumped himself a few times before running his tip along your folds, his precum mixing with the spit and arousal.

You tucked a few strands behind his ear, holding his cheek in your hand, smiling when he nuzzled into the touch. "Kiss me, Sannie."

San shook his head against your palm. "I don't want to get you sick."

You moved your hand to his nape, pulling his face closer to yours, pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips, smiling against the skin. "I think it's a little too late for that."

That was all it took for San to slam his lips against yours and moaning into your mouth, his teeth clashing against your front ones, desperately biting into your bottom lip.

"Let me have you, please, let me," he whispered against your lips, diving back in to suck your bitten bottom lip into his mouth.

You nodded, reaching down to take his length between your fingers – eliciting a sharp hiss from the man above you – and positioned him at your entrance, adjusting your position to take him more easily. San pushed forward, his tip breaching your tight hole, sliding more of his length inside you as his tongue ran over the roof of your mouth, sucking your tongue between his lips. He bottomed out inside you, pulling back to pant against your lips, his moans breathy and needy. Grinding his hips against yours, your eyes rolled back with a whispered fuck.

San pressed his forehead to yours, struggling to keep his eyes open while your walls squeezed around his length. "Is that okay, baby? God, you feel so good, I could cum right now."

"It feels so- so good, Sannie," you cupped his cheeks, one hand slipping down to his neck. "Just- please, move."

With his lips attached to your neck, he gave a few slow thrusts, the stretch of his cock between your walls almost overwhelming. You wrapped your arms around San's shoulders, feeling his muscles flex under your touch.

"I need-" he panted against your skin, lips pressed to your cheek, peppering open-mouthed kisses all over your face. San bent one of his knees, pressing it into the mattress by your hips, your thigh hooked over his. "I need more, please. Can I have more, please baby?"

San's eyes were teary as they stared into yours, pleading, his hand squeezing the flesh of your hip, cock dragging against your walls.

Your hand slid down to his lower back, lips pressing against his jaw. "Take what you want, Sannie, I'm all yours."

Digging the knee by your hip into the mattress, San pushed his cock all the way inside you, rolling his hips until they were flush with yours, your eyes rolling back at the stretch. With a hand on the underside of your thigh, he bent it back until your knee rested under your armpit before he began to piston his hips, building a steady rhythm as he fucked the moans out of you. San’s lips pressed gentle kisses down the column of your throat, stopping to suck and bite at the flesh, leaving behind a trail of purple and blue bruises that you would scold him for later.

He breathed heavily against your skin, a mix of grunts and airy moans escaping his lips. “You’re so perfect, every last bit of you,” he took your nipple into his mouth, giving it a sharp suck before biting down on it, your body jolting under him.

“San – a-ahh – more, give me more.” Your whole body spasmed every time his cock brushed against your sweet spot, his hand pushing your other leg over his shoulder, folding you in half so he could fuck you even harder. “You feel so good, baby. So, so good.”

“Fuck. I’m not going to last,” he tongue made a trail up your cleavage to the hollow of your neck, moving to your face and slotting his lips against yours, running his tongue over your teeth.

Please, please, please, you repeated, unsure of what exactly you were asking for, San’s hips slamming so hard against yours it left your brain lagging. He brought the hand on your thigh down to your sopping folds, two fingers rubbing hastily at your swollen clit as he tried to bring you over the edge with him. Your walls clenched around his throbbing cock as a numbing wave of pleasure coursed through your body. San’s hips stuttered, managing a few more thrusts before stilling, cock pushed all the way inside your pulsing cunt as the familiar warmth of his cum took over your senses. A series of high-pitched moans escaped his lips as he emptied his load inside you.

He pulled out just enough to shoot the last rope of cum onto your mound, rubbing it through your folds with the tip of his cock, your legs closing in around his hips when he brushed against your clit.

He looked down at the mess he had made before sheathing himself back inside your cunt, pushing some of his cum out in the process.

“S-san!” Your hips jolted, trying to move away from him as you began to feel overstimulated.

“I’m sorry, please, just-” He rocked his hips into yours, his face tucked into your neck, his hot breath blowing against your skin. “I need more, (Y/n).”

Your thighs shook uncontrollably around him, the pleasure mixing with pain as your nerves went into overdrive. But San was looking at you with teary eyes, sniffing every other second as his nose started running. He looked so fucked out, hair disheveled and the sheen of sweat covering his body reflecting the dim light. He pushed his hips flush against yours, grinding slowly, unable to stop himself as waves of pleasure shot through his spine.

“Please… just one more… please, baby, will you give it to me?” He pressed his lips to your cheek, then to your nose, and finally your mouth, placing short sweet kisses on your lips while he begged you for more.

When the tears welling up in his eyes – a mixture of his cold and the pleasure overwhelming his every sense – dampened his precious skin, his eyes glimmering as he looked down at you, you knew you had lost this battle. Perhaps even the war, and everything in between.

“I’ll give you anything you want, Sannie,” you whispered against his lips, moaning into his mouth as his thrusts picked up their pace, the sound of skin slapping on skin echoing between the four walls.

Sliding his arms under you, he held you closer to him, your tits squeezing against his chest as his cock slid in and out of you, pushing directly against your g-spot with every thrust. San’s moans got louder – needier – as he pumped himself into you, desperately chasing his high.

“You’re taking me so well, my love – ahhh – fuck, (Y/n), every single inch,” he bit down on your shoulder, squeezing your waist so tight he was bound to leave bruises. “I’m going to fill you up with so much cum, it’ll be dripping out of you for days. You'll take all of it, won't you?”

His words made your walls clamp up on him, his thrusts faltering and turning sloppy. “Please, Sannie, want your cum so bad – hnnngh,” your nails dragged over the soft skin of his back, your eyes rolling back when his fingers made contact with your clit, rubbing at it desperately, reveling in the feeling of your pussy clenching around his cock. “I’m- fuck, I’m so close.”

"My pretty baby," he slid his tongue over your parted lips. "So beautiful, letting me fuck my cum into her."

Your hand slid down his slick skin to squeeze at the firm flesh of his ass, making him groan into your neck. Slowly, your fingers made their way between his cheeks, brushing over his puckered hole. San’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, pounding his cock into you with fervor as you sunk the tip of your finger into his ass, feeling it clench around your digit. A familiar warmth surged through you as San pumped his cum into you, sliding his cock in and out of your abused cunt as ribbons of white painted your walls. He slowly stilled his hips and you felt his cock throbbing inside you, his cum fucked so deep into you, you feared no contraceptive could stop you from bearing his children. He leaned in, pressing his mouth to yours as he filled you up; his lips parted after a few seconds, the pleasure leaving him too fucked out to do anything but moan and groan into your mouth.

“(Y/n), baby, you feel so good... it won’t stop coming out,” he ground his hips into yours, feeling more of his cum filling you up, a stream of it leaking out and pooling on his sheets.

The tears in his eyes, the euphoric expression on his face, his thumb rubbing slow circles over your sensitive clit, the feeling of his cock buried so deep within you still shooting out ropes of cum – you weren’t sure what threw you off the edge, perhaps it was all of those factors combined. Your toes curled, and you could swear you saw stars, vision blurring as your body writhed under San’s, clawing at his back while he helped you ride out your high.

Your legs didn't stop spasming even after San plopped down on his side next to you, reaching out to brush your hair off your face, his palm cupping your cheek, thumb rubbing against the flushed skin. “Are you okay?”

You blinked slowly at him, a lazy smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “Mmm, perfect.” You turned your body to face him, your knees shaking in the process – and San may or may not have smiled proudly at that. “You know, I would have hid your scarves a long time ago if I knew you could fuck like that.”

Your giggles vibrated between the walls as San attacked you, fingers prodding at your sides, limbs too heavy to fight him off your body.

Wooyoung peeked his head into the room, grimacing at the overbearing stuffiness. Looking around, he noticed the pile of clothes thrown into one corner, soiled towels tossed in the opposite direction. A pair of bodies slept soundly, tangled up together under the thick comforter, San's soft snores breaking through the stillness in the room.

Wooyoung’s hand reached up to cover his mouth, stifling a squeaky laugh as the realization hit him.

“Holy shit, they actually did it.”

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nothingbutnowhere · 6 months ago

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Hockey player au! Simon "Ghost" Riley headcanons. Based on the NHL

Note: suggestive of ghoap and ghoap x reader (she/her used)

Goalie. Starter. Tall, large, and most importantly: weird. Goalies are always weird, idk they just are, it's what happens when you spend half the game hanging out alone I guess

The best part of goalie Ghost is his flexibility. Have you seen how flexible goalies are? These huge, muscular men can do the splits. It's very important to me that you consider flexible Ghost, thank you.

His mask is black and white, matches his tattoos. He's the unshakable goalie, not flashy, never frustrated. Just a brick fuckin wall. If he sees it, he's going to stop it. You cannot snipe on him and score. Also his rebound control is unreal, no second chances.

He never retaliates against opposing players fucking with him because no one fucks with him due to:

His death glare, it's enough to make any and every enforcer or net nuisance shake in his skates

The Incident in the minors where he sent a guy to the hospital with a jab from his blocker and almost got kicked out of the league and banned from the NHL

On the off chance that something untoward does happen on accident, someone else will do that for him. The bond between a goalie and his defensemen cannot be understated. Ok fine. Soap. He's the defenseman, there's the spoiler.

Very superstitious, has his routines and does not deviate. Doesn't ever take his mask off on the ice, except when it breaks. Doesn't even pull it up to squirt water on his face or drink.

The loyalty that his skaters have towards him and vice versa is off the charts. Even if the media and fans don't see it, it's there. Usually guys don't speak poorly of their goalies, but this is on another level. Ferda.

Speaking of, social media people can never catch him. Like seriously where does this guy even walk in the building?? Where does he go during intermission?? Surely he practices at some point right?? He won the Veznia trophy (voted best goalie) and straight up did not show up to the ceremony.

He will go to the children's hospital to do visits with the team and the kids are either terrified or love him. Picturing him giving out the little teddy bears 😭

Caught covid despite his vigilant PPE usage (hockey locker rooms are cesspools like ew), got really sick, and developed myocarditis; ie almost died multiple times, recovered insanely fast and then just showed back up to practice one day at 100% like "put me in coach". No one outside of the trainers and locker room even knew why he was gone to begin with. Wild stuff.

Hockey players tend to tack on an '-y' or sometimes '-er' to a name for funsies but no one gets to call him 'Ghosty'. (Maybe Soap can call him that in private, as a treat 🥺)

Hockey hair status: he shaves his head boooo (not that you'd even be able to tell really with his mask and use of hats and hoods). Won't even grow out facial hair during the playoffs. Maybe if he did then he'd have a cup. Smh.

Roster pic: the meanest mug you've ever seen on a guy

Mic'd up status: everyone thinks he's unmic-able, however he's secretly telling jokes to himself when the puck is in the other zone. But no one needs to know that.

WAG status: if he had one we would never know... Right? He's always in the background of photos that Soap's girlfriend takes and posts of her and Soap? Much speculation.

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I do NOT consent for my works, part of my works, or my ideas to be used for ANY form of AI.

Note: WAG stands for wife and girlfriend or the plural, used to refer to sports guys significant others. Yes it is heteronormative.

A/N: I'll never actually write fics for this, but I have headcanons. I know a moderate amount about hockey and next to nothing about cod so apologies. Completely unserious. Just some silly little thoughts :) plus letterkenny reference!

Edit for typo

More hockey au: Soap | Gaz | Price

#simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #purposely suggestive of:#ghoap #ghoap x reader #my writing #hockey au #whats up 1am posting is back baby #1am posting is in fact not good!

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epeltheapple · 11 months ago

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Rook was invisible for so long, I think Vil didn’t know he was gone in the first place.

So glad that Rook’s back.

Vil has gone through the five stages of grief, he’s now playing mahjong with the live apples.

#<- why am i not surprised the apples talk #Also boooo mahjong is actually kinda fun #<- the apples are terrifying #one tried to bite me!!!!#Vil said I’m acting like a child #I told him at least I don’t play mahjong #guess who’s got the hugest ring-shaped bump on his head #I dunno I’ve never played mahjong yall #Grammy’s friends played it back at Harveston #it looked boring #epel down yonder

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randomgentlefolk · 11 months ago

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CPC CHAPTER 168

I'M GONNA. I'M GOING TO.

Oh thank goodness Frederick has a cat-like flexibility. No but fr tho. The fact that he can fit in small places and just, fold his body??? He's a cat.

OH I AM SO DOWN TO GWEN, AURELIA, THE POSSUM, AND THE RAT PROTECTING FREDERICK LET'S GOOOOO. Also The possum and Gwen's sharp teeth and Aurelia's spit? Heck yeah. AND THEN AURELIA PROTECTING GWEN!! I'm so glad she had a redemption arc :')

OH. OH. I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS. Do you understand the amount of time I've been thinking about Frederick throwing a book at his bullies and Leland to the point I want to draw it but give up midway due to unable to draw anatomy of a person throwing a book? Yeah. And Frederick calling Leland a doofus LOLLLL.

Curtis not being able to see shit but still defending the aid kit station pretty well? That's what I call true skill. I mean he's really fighting multiple soldiers with armor and spear, and he's winning. But man his hand tho. I'm guessing those are from splinter and maybe some sorta swelling from holding the broom too long (idk how to describe it) or smth? Those has got to hurt...

HAHAHAHHAHAH I can't believe I didn't expect she would say that LMAO. Also she looks so goofy in the second image HAHA.

Nah the commander really went for Laverne too... Did Leland even agree on that?

Omg....Lorena catching Suzie....Lorzanna....

Leland's strength continues to terrify me. He just broke stair railing that seems to be made from marble, WITH HIS BARE HAND. I swear the Pastel palace is gonna need LOTS of renovation after all of these end.

"You don't decide what you want" oh bull I say, bull. Boooo Leland rotten tomatoes rotten tomatoes boooo nobody likes you go home boooo rotten tomatoes.

Eugh I'm surprised Frederick hasn't broken AT LEAST a bone with how much he got slammed and thrown hardly. The door broke bro the door broke. His spine...

Now that I think about it never have i ever with syrah would probably be wild XD

Okay at this point I am the most glad that frederick told cpc because otherwise many bad things would happen...

Wait a minute. What happened to spider Prez? I can't seem to remember...Did she pass out after breaking the door?

Wait so the Plaidypus isn't the royal plaid army?? Wait cause I'm kinda confused now :') if someone can explain it to me that would be great.

OH CRAP OH NO.

Shit, Frederick fr need a doctor asap. All those tossing around, the dusts, nah...

Okay this is sad and all but Syrah with the long nose made me giggle.

THANK YOU PRINCEL-WHOSE-NAME-HASN'T-BEEN-REVEALD!! Blaine really missed like ¾ of the war lmao.

I swear cpc is responsible for me learning new vocabularies daily.

OH??? BLAINE?? BLAINE??? I don't, I really don't know how to start.

First of all, there's a new meaning to this. So what I'm getting here, Blaine wants to be at the top because if he gets all the attention, Lance and Frederick won't be in trouble because he thought Leland wouldn't notice him much then. I suppose what's in Blaine's mind is, it's better to be neglected by your shitty parents rather than being noticed and verbally/physically abused by them?

Okay, I'm starting to get it. I'm the youngest sibling so I don't know if I'm getting it correctly, but this is what I get: "I will take all the abuse from our father so you, my younger brothers, can live a happy life without being notices by him."

Older siblings, amirite?

So, Blaine has been trying to protect his brothers but because Frederick keeps upsetting Leland and then making him proud, Blaine's plan keeps on being in shambles?

One thing I'm confused about though. Hear me out, Blaine most likely has golden child syndrome right? So how do we draw a line between which act is because wanting to succeed due to believing that's all his worth, and which act is from protecting his brothers?

Oh but he still owes Frederick and Lance lots of apologies though. Don't think I can forget what you said to Frederick in the dungeon, Blaine. That chapter broke me. To Lance, well, to be honest I don't exactly know what he should apologize about, but I feel like Blaine still has to? Sorry, I'm not making sense. Maybe apologize due to not talking to Lance and Frederick about his plan?? Oh man someone help me–

Imagine this tho: Blaine apologizing to Lance and Frederick for letting them get hurt by father, but then Isolde came and assured him that what Leland do isn't his fault. Haha I love to analyze this guy's mental health.

I hope he goes to therapy after this is all over. The plaid princes really need a lot of therapy. Actually the whole plaid family need therapy.

Okay say goodbye to my professionalism for awhile.

OABDUANSUAKSBW BLAINE??? PROTECTING FREDERICK?? THIS IS LIKE A DREAM COME TRUE. LAMBCATTTT THANK YOU LAMBCATTT!!!!

Frederick looks so amazed and I won't blame him cause I WOULD TO. IF I WAS ABOUT TO DIE, And someone suddenly came to save me, then proceed to throw the bad guy and himself out of the window by breaking the window and letting the damn sun rise view come in. I. I would look like that.

Blaine looking at the sunrise and realizing the true meaning of life and contemplating what he has done. I love him so much you got this bro.

Also Blaine turns out to be strong! I remember headcanons of him being the weakest out of the three. I mean that could still happen, but the fact that he carried Leland in which who knows how much he weights, and threw him out of the window. Damn.

But they're still falling though, that's not good. I doubt Blaine will die for that matter. It would be wasteful. He barely had his redemption arc. I'm thinking either he uses Leland to break his fall, or Nell's premonition about the tent save him. But the forest is a little far though... Oh! Or maybe, because the pastel kingdom is full of hills, they would fall and roll down towards the tent! That's a possibility!

SHE'S WEARING RED. I REPEAT, SHE'S WEARING RED!!!! YOOOO I WONDER WHAT SHE DID?? I CAN'T WAIT FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER...which is in 20 minutes lmao

That's it for now. See ya next chapter!

Mono out! (But still in to hear your thoughts. Please actually tell me your thought on this because I NEED answers and theories. Also psychology analization will actually make me go insanely happy)

#cursed princess club #cpc #mono reviews

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yakovski · 6 months ago

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Finally got my hands on The War of the Scaleborn, and of course I was most interested in Fyrakk, what did you expect. These are just some quick sketches I did whilst my head decided to ache like a bitch.

Speak your truth queen, you'll get them next time bbg (Spoilers: He didn't get them next time, we killed him)

Mmm.... Sibling angst... Iridikron nearly kills Fyrakk because he decided to insult him- that's really big brained of you Iridikron, cuz Fyrakk got fucking terrified and stayed by your side out of fear (it's ok tho, Fyrakk thrives on the excitement of a fierce battle so he was enjoying himself until he got captured.... boooo)

#art #doodle #sketch #fyrakk #fyrakk the blazing #world of warcraft #dragonflight #war of the scaleborn #world of warcraft fanart #fanart #angst #Fyrakk was such a menace In the book love him so much more now #He's out there at the battlefront thinking about how much he enjoys getting hurt in a fight whilst crushing a dragons neck

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skyloftian-nutcase · 1 year ago

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Daruk, sadly, would HATE Wolfie. But he'd be happy to speak to King, even try to hug the guy! Wolfie is very sad about it, he want to play with the Goron. Dsruk reminds him not his Goron friends and he likes doing Goron Sumo and wrestling

OH NO I forgot Daruk is terrified of dogs 😭 his one character flaw boooo

#you ask skye answers #lovely anon #Wild Pack

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sarabwawahm · 1 year ago

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"Fearless ventures."

Note: The chapters might be short and the overall story still isn't fully planned, but i hope you enjoy reading as much as i'm enjoying writing this. Any criticism or suggestions are welcome!

When day is just as vicious and wild, night becomes rather active. The dangers that roam the earth when the sun vanishes won't fear coming in the light. They are as hid in the crowds as they are in the darkness. Furthermore, risk is what creates adventure, and Marceline craves that thrill. It made her feel alive, had her gasping for air she forgot about and stuck to the ground she very rarely used. It had her ravishing the moment, concentrated on the time being instead of her memories.

For that exact reason, her meeting with Finn and Jake was a delight. The two were always ready for whatever trouble she was planning. Fright was omnipresent in all of them, each disturbed in their own way, but the fun of it was enough to make them agree to the mischief. Boisterous escapades shared between them often lasted hours, when people of the moon probably watched over their happy shenanigans with repetitive facepalms and occasional gawks.

-"Hah, six! Beat that!" Besides their mutual boldness, Marceline and Finn also shared a competitive nature. The boy had been desperately attempting to break the vampire's record in skipping stones by the lake, but to no avail. He must've forgotten that she had ample time to perfect her technique in, pretty much, everything. It was inevitable, as was the boredom it brought. Unfazed, she took a talking turtle that had been walking peacefully, tossing it expertedly as it let a comical scream. It successfully leapt to the other, easly surpassing Finn's try.

She sighed, resting her chin over her palm, her arm supported by her knee. Jake, who had been watching them both, amused at their antics (a habit fatherhood taught him) chimed in:

-"Bored?" He tittled his head, eyes flickering between Marceline and Finn's grieving stature.

-"Yeah. I'm boooo.."

She interrupted herself, detecting a new presence. Her head whipped toward a shining figure floating on the water..or more like, above it. It was something they would find in one of Ghost Princess' abandonned cemeteries.

Jake followed Marceline's fixated gaze, watching the specter's back and its translucent body, void of color, reflecting the moon's brightness.

-"Hey!", Finn, who had just noticed the new company, oblivious to the extended quiet and rather seeing it himself when he was preparing his next throw, called.

The figure didn't respond, though, seemingly focused on whatever was inside the water. Finn opened his mouth to shout again, but was cut short as the bodyless form was abruptly emerged into the lake, as if something under the surface was harshly, yet consensually, seeing as there was a lack of resistance, dragging it down.

It kept glowing, illuminating the clear liquid, before the darkness overtook it as the specter was presumably pulled even further.

Silence settled over them again for a few more minutes, despite not once being broken through the whole ordeal. In fact, the ghastly occurence was so eerily quiet it didn't feel real.

Jake examined his friends' composures in a moment, locking eyes with a worried Finn glaring quizzically at the spot the stranger had previously filled, before inspecting the shocked Marceline who sat still, replaying the scene over and over in her mind.

-"Come on!", Finn urged, drawing his sword from his backpack and launching forward.

He was alarmed, though, when none the others were by his side.

-"Marceline?"

The girl's distant orbs and stiff grimace were plain indicators of her fear, which was a rare sight. Even herself didn't remember when was the last time she was that terrified! This exact incident wasn't particilarly horrifying, especially for someone who had seen generations of monsters of all kinds live and die in Ooo, so it was confusing to see her traumatised over it.

-"Marceline! What is it?"

It took several yells and shakes from both of the males to bring her back. She blinked thrice, as if trying to decipher what was happening, then replied:

-"Huh?... I don't know..." She sighed, trying to regain control over her slightly trembling fingers. "That thing weirded me out. I don't know what it is.", she admitted.

-"Then, let's find out." And with that, Finn offered her his hand, grinning reassuringly, and helping her up as she nodded.

And they drowned into another adventure.

#adventure time #character x oc #marceline #ice king #adventure time oc #adventure time x reader #finn martens #jake the dog

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thumpierealunofficial · 6 months ago

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one hc per thumpie GO!!!

-noobie loves strawberry scented products, the smell hits you like a truck when you enter their room -furface sometimes likes to chase after butterflies but deliberately not catch them just to keep the chase going -long ago, fwoot got punched in the face so hard it warped their upper jaw, deleted their nose, and gave them a black eye on both eyes forever (my random explanation i came up with just now on why they look like that) -butter absolutely adores spooktacle and is besties with rare punkleton :) -rawt likes to eat mud and cement sometimes, it's kind of gross -recess loves to make paper airplanes. often, the wind blows them into the branches and leaves of the Bawnzi where they get stuck, much to the great leaders' annoyance. -tawooo likes to perch up at the very top of the tree and stick their feathers into the KaLnöOd sigil to mark their territory -orange flippy isn't very rational and often makes stupid decisions. they deliberately knocked out their tooth and replaced it with a gold one to increase their monetary value. they plan to replace their entire body with gold within the next year (it's not even real gold). yellow flippy is terrified. -boooo laughs like an evil cartoon scientist -gahwg will disappear into the waters for weeks on end and then just casually return sopping wet and thumping stumpies like nothing ever happened -mosh cannot be trusted around musical instruments. they will play the most divine riffs you've ever heard in your life and then smash and destroy it like an overdramatic rockstar -rhootz' nose probably grows when they tell a lie like pinnochio, except they never lie so it never happens -kal's current special interest is electricity and the supernatural monsters that wield it. they read every bit of lore the monster handlers publish on the subject. -anyanka is the biggest gamer out of all the thumpies, and they like racing games -chesh likes to bring random things very high up the tree and drop them. chesh has broken very many valuable possessions by doing this -gooie's favorite color is blue. they love blue so much they randomly turned blue once. no one has any idea how that happened -skwee hates gentle, affectionate touch like headpats and boops. they love rough touches like punches and smacks (not too hard though) -yuckles stores all their possessions in their hat, which has infinite space -chomph once gnawed a huge chunk of bark off the Bawnzi. this made kartoof absolutely livid. -mace is the biggest thumpie. they're also not very bright. most of their brainpower runs on war -kartoof's distinct, magical language is said to have originated from the trees themselves. kartoof's fluency in this language is what lets them perform their many powerful incantations and rituals. -izit loves peanut butter and will devour entire jars of it and not even wash it out of their fur, it's absolutely disgusting -gof can see very well in the dark. they will screech if you turn the lights on -bamf blinks sideways (i know they canonically don't but i like to think they do) -ruff once got bit by the stump creature oof owie ouchie -tumble loves to roar at everyone, it's absolutely adorable -bangers once traveled to party island expecting to see a sick rave and was utterly heartbroken when they found out there wasn't one -ka8lyn is a surprisingly good swimmer -jon uuh eats rocks or something idk -frankie admires the moon and sees it as a role model -mumsy lost their sight by staring at the sun too much -scoot has a rare condition called carpal hyperplasia (i pulled out the medical terminology textbook to make this one up im such a nerd), where a thumpie's vestigial paw bones overdevelop into actual paws. the paws are nonfunctional.

#thumpies #my singing monsters #ask thumpies #every thumpie #prismatic thumpies

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daevadante · 3 months ago

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they're both. horrible? they've both done bad things, both technically. because of their father. but that doesn't mean that one is, relatively better than the other? i think they just execute what they've been taught in different ways. irene is NOT innocent, he's guilty of things just like his brother but that doesn't discount them both being . Awful.

Irene is still manipulative and malicious when he can be. he's here for a reason, he's gotten such a high position because of his manipulation ?? irene isn't better than lairus and lairus isn't better than irene. they're both outwardly horrible??? they're . awful???

lairus just isn't licking his fathers boot like irene was forced to do, he's the way he is now to make people scared and . worried to approach him, making him like his father so no one TREATS him like his father again.

and irenes relationship with his wife??? don't get me started it's practically all that shit over again, he was awful to his wife and his son and verhallt and physically abused BOTH of them.??? servus is . a victim of irene?? let's not forget that.... ???

they're both victims that became abusers .??? irene still -- commited a crime , even if better than what his father did still does not justify his actions.....

sure yeah, boo lairus is like his father and alot of his defense mechanisms towards irene and others stem from his dad, burn him at the stake. skin him alive idgaf. but like???

i cannot ignore that irene isn't. like. better than him.. irene , sure yeah is a little bit of a terrified bitch but i don't think that discounts how he's still... awful???? uughhh... sorry this has been bugging me i'm just word salading st this point.

boooo lairus is outwardly like his father and will never escape the cycle of torment and torture he was birthed into and uses his fathers actions and takes them for himself

boo irene is inwardly like his father and manipulates himself into believe what his dad did was right booocan we kill them now

#so sick of defending lairus yall hate me out here #irene is NOT fucking better. like remembering all the shit he's done u can't convince me he's better than his jackass of a brother #they're awful. that's the fucking point? they're supposed to be like this. there's a reason for it.#they're victims that became abusers why do i need to keep restating this #you can argue maybe one is better than the other but truly they stem from the same. fucking tree.

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warning(s): language, name calling (someone gets called a whore once)

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THIS IS FICTION AND DOESN'T DEPICT THE ACTUAL PEOPLE IRL

kaya's point of view

i don't know what i'm doing here. i honestly should've just stayed home like jongho and miyeon did but alas, here i am.

"at least pretend you're having fun." beomgyu whispers to me which earns him a glare.

"i am having fun, what you mean?"

"as if."

christmas is a week away, why the fuck am i in a forest toasting marshmallows?

yeonjun thought it would be a good idea to organise a little getaway to relax and unwind before the hectic christmas schedule starts. jongho immediately declined because he simply didn't want to spend his days freezing in a tent and he was so real for that because here we all are huddled over the fire wearing layers to keep warm.

"next christmas we go to phi phi islands, i can't do this." i complain and everyone laughs but i simply don't recall making a joke.

beomgyu comes back from wherever he went to, this time with a blanket and he sits down next to me so he can wrap hos arm around me and cover both of us with the blanket. a small gesture that never fails to warm my heart.

"i know!" soobin exclaims causing all of us to turn to him, startled at the whole his sudden outburst. "let's sing campfire songs."

groans go around the fire and mrs choi throws something into the fire. "boooo."

"okay."

"you know, when beomgyu and i started dating, i was so nervous to meet you all. i mean, granted, i had before then but that was just as taehyun and yeosang's sister. meeting you all as beomgyu's girlfriend was something different." i tell them all out of nowhere.

all i hear is the cracking of the fire in front of us accompanied by the other sounds of nature. everyone has their attention on me.

"he assured me there was nothing to worry about and he was right. you're all some of the most welcoming people and i'm glad i get to spend yet another christmas with you guys."

"aww kaya, where is this coming from?" mrs choi asks and i shrug.

"i felt the same." hayoon speaks up and we turn to her, now focusing on her. "i remember i was also extremely nervous seven years ago, yeonjun and i were both nothing but young teenagers and so imagine here i am, 17 years old about to meet my boyfriend's family for the first time. i was terrified but you all accepted me as part of the family since then and i thought you were all just sticking around being kind, waiting for us to break up but it was all in my head." she tells us with tears forming in her eyes and yeonjun who is right next to her outs his arm around her shoulder which warms my heart to see.

"we liked you from the get go. both of you. we saw how happy you made our babies so who are we to stand in your way?"

"who's the baby?" beomgyu asks and i nudge him.

"story is, all three of you girls brought extra happiness to the family. miyoung did the impossible. you remember how jongho was hellbent on not getting married?" mrs choi asks, turning to her husband who nods. "now look at them, married, happier than ever. hayoon came in and brightened yeonjun's life a whole lot, dare i say he smiles a lot more now and here you guys are, parents to the most beautiful baby girl the world has eyer seen."

the couple smile widely, hiding their red faces.

she's not wrong. minji is quite literally the cutest baby i've ever seen and i've seen my baby pictures.

"then here's kaya. you being related to both my sons' friends was not a coincidence. you know, with beomgyu being the youngest, i was more sceptical at first but getting to know you over dinner immediately put my mind at ease. soobin when are you getting into a relationship for goodness sake." she says, finishing her speech calling soobin out who was not expecting it in the slightest bit.

"hold on..."

"you're the only single one in the house my dear."

"that's not true, san is also single." he defends but yeonjun butts in.

"yeah but he's a whore."

"hey, don't say that about your brother." mr choi scolds making us laugh. "it's best if we ignore that aspect of his life."

there's no way...

his statement earns him a hit upside the head by mrs choi.

"you know what? let it stay that way." he says causing laughs to erupt from anyone.

"go back to kaya and beomgyu. they're the only unmarried couple he-" soobin says but he stops talking almost immediately, his eyes shifting around. beomgyu tensed up next to me too. what's this about?

"we'll get married when we're ready." beomgyu quickly says and i nod.

we've spoken about it quite a few times here and there and tge conversations always end with us planning the actual day so i guess you could say we are ready but in no rush.

"just say you don't wanna put a ring on it." i tease and he coughs and everyone around the fire gets a bit shifty.

okay what's going on?

san's point of view

no way in fucking hell this is happening right now.

"bro how do you get stomach flu at your geriatric age?" wooyoung asks seonghwa who's laying in bed, completely out of it. "we're viewing houses today."

"you think i don't know that asshole?" seonghwa groans, throwing a pillow at wooyoung.

"well we still have to go. someone will have to be mr park for the day." yeosang tells us and almost immediately.

"NOT IT!" wooyoung and i both say at tge same time and i kid you not, yeosang glitched in real time.

"good morning mr park. my name is gary. you mentioned bringing some company?" the man greets with a wide smile and yeosang nods.

"yeah they're here."

as if it's some big reveal, wooyoung and i get out of the car and the man's eyes widen when they land on me. aww he remembers me.

"good morning." we greet him and he greets back with a smile.

"well. let's get started then."

he walks us through the first half like normal, talking about tge neighbourhood, the surrounding areas, what's nearby, all that boring stuff.

now look, we planned everything except how to bring up the ring and that's when it struck me. i left after losing. what if he gambled it away.

"can i talk to them for a second?" i ask and he nods.

i take them a bit farther from gary so i can talk a bit louder because yeosang doesn't like whispering noises. little bitch.

"what's up?"

"guys what if he doesn't have the ring? like what if he gambled it away?" i ask them and their eyes widen at the revelation.

"what do we do then?"

"excuse me. i didn't mean to eavesdrop but sir, you mentioned a ring?" gary says, and we all turn to him.

well, we're fucked.

#choi beomgyu #beomgyu #choi beomgyu scenarios #beomgyu scenarios #choi beomgyu imagines #beomgyu imagines #txt beomgyu #beomgyu fanfic #tomorrow x together #txt imagines #txt scenarios #txt fluff #txt fanfic #kpop #kpop fanfic

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