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sissylittlefeather · 1 year ago

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Hi!! Can you write an Elvis x reader smut where they meet after one of his performances while he's still supporting Hank Snow and he takes her back to his hotel where he finds out she's a virgin. At first he tries to stop everything, not wanting to pressure her into anything but she reassures him that it's what she wants and he's really sweet and making sure that she's okay the whole time? Sorry it's so long!

Sorry this took me so long! I had a lot of fun writing this! Thank you for asking for it 😁. I hope it's everything you wanted it to be!

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, smut, f/m p in v sex, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, cussing, unprotected sex, reader is a virgin, small mention of blood

A/N: you can go with Austin!Elvis or Real!Elvis, it's totally up to you, as long as you like him Sweet!Elvis.

Anywhere We Want

Wow. You'd heard that Elvis Presley was an impressive performer, but you never dreamed watching him would make you feel this way, with this heavy, twisty feeling in your stomach and your heart beating so intensely. Something about him just made you feel things you've never felt before. It occurs to you that you're the last of your friends to be a virgin. You've kissed boys, but never anything more. Now this man dances on stage and the place between your legs is reacting in the strangest ways. Everything feels warm and slippery. Still, you do your best to ignore all of these new sensations and follow your friends to the carnival before your mom's favorite singer, Hank Snow, takes the stage.

"Y/n let's ride the Ferris wheel!"

"No, let's play games!"

"Actually I'm hungry."

Your friends are busy trying to figure out what to do next when you spot Elvis. He's standing in a dark corner alone, leaning against a wall, watching the carnival happen around him. He looks kind of lonely and sad. You wonder if he has anyone in his life that doesn't fawn over him constantly, anyone who truly knows him as a person and not a performer.

"Y'all go on ahead. I'll catch up. I just need to find a bathroom." You say to your friends as you turn your back to them and walk away. You don't walk directly towards him because you don't want them to follow you. Instead, you go a roundabout way and manage to come up on his dark corner from a different side.

"Are you okay?"

He jumps a little and puts his hand on his heart.

"Geez, darlin' you scared me. I must've been lost in thought." You watch him rearrange his face to be the mask of a performer. "You want an autograph or something?" His smile is distractingly attractive and you almost just say "yes" and walk away. But something inside you pushes you to ask again.

"Nah, I don't need anything. Are you sure you're okay?" You tilt your head slightly and look him in the eyes.

"Oh yeah, I'm great, kid." He smiles again, a little less brightly this time. Then, he looks at his shoes for a bit before bringing his eyes back up to meet yours.

"Actually, I don't know why I said that. I'm not great. I'm tired." You nod your head reassuringly.

"I bet you are. Everyone wanting you to be on all the time probably gets really old." He relaxes his shoulders and his eyes soften a little bit.

"That's exactly it. I have to be on all the time. Everyone wants Elvis Presley. No one wants me." Your heart breaks for him a little bit. There's something tragic about this man that everyone loves feeling so unloved.

"I don't know why I'm telling you this. I don't even know your name. You must've really caught me off guard." He laughs a little bit and his smile is more natural than you've seen it so far.

"I'm y/n. And people always tell me I'm easy to talk to. I guess it's true." You shrug and give him a small smile.

"Yeah, it is true. Thank you for listening, y/n." He puts his hands in his pockets and looks out at the carnival.

"You wanna get outta here?" It's a cheesy line, but something makes you think he just wants an excuse to escape. You're happy to be his excuse.

"Sure. Where should we go?"

"Somewhere quiet, where we can keep talking. I like talking to you. That okay with you, honey?" You get goosebumps all over when he calls you honey. You hope he never calls you by your actual name. He puts his hand out for you to hold.

"If we hurry, we might get out unnoticed." You grab his hand and he takes you around to the back side of the carnival to a parking lot of sorts. He walks to the passenger side of a yellow Cadillac. You have a brief moment of panic as you realize you're about to get in the car with a stranger. He notices your apprehension.

"We don't have to go anywhere if you don't want to. I know you don't know me from Adam." You can't explain why, but you trust him.

"No, I'm okay. We can go." He raises his eyebrows as if to ask if you're sure.

"Really. I trust you."

He opens the passenger door for you and you slide into the front seat. Everything he does makes your heart beat faster and you feel hot all over. What is it about him that is making you act so crazy? He positions himself behind the steering wheel and starts the engine. When he turns around to back out, he puts his arm on the seat behind you, inadvertently putting his arm around you. You feel yourself blush, but you look away to keep him from noticing.

"So you know my dark and lonely secret. Tell me something about you that no one else knows." He puts his arm back down so that he can shift gears, brushing your shoulder on the way down. You shiver a little and rack your brain for something to share with him.

"I'm afraid I'll never get out of this town. I want to go places and do things and be a person before I settle down. I'm afraid I'll just marry someone here soon and never get to be a person." You've never said that out loud before. You've always just assumed your dreams would die unspoken on your wedding day, like your mother's did. But now that you've said it, you feel the fear and the desire and the drive to be something more all at once.

"Why not both?" His voice pulls you out of your fantasy. "Just because you get married doesn't mean you have to settle down. You could be a wife and a person at the same time." You've never thought of it like that before.

"I can't marry anyone from this town then." You laugh. No one ever leaves this place.

He parks the car and looks at you. His smile is warm, almost affectionate.

"We're here". You look out the car window and realize you're at a motel. Your stomach does a flip flop, but you try to play it cool. He asks,

"Is this okay? It's the only place that's quiet and away from everything." You nod your head.

"Yeah, of course." He opens the car door for you again and the next thing you know, he's opening the door to his room. The walk here was surreal as you wondered how you got yourself in this position. You're about to be in a hotel room alone with Elvis Presley.

"It's not much, but it's home. For tonight at least." He chuckles, obviously trying to make you feel more comfortable. The room is simple, with a single bed and a couple of lamps. He sits down on the bed and pats a spot on the quilt next to him.

"You can sit down. I ain't gonna hurt ya." He's so endearing that you can't help but believe him. You sit next to him, close enough to be friendly, but far enough to make sure he can't get to you too easily, just in case.

"I think if you want to get out of this town bad enough, you will. And even if you do find a husband along the way, I think you'll still be your own person. I'll punch him in the mouth if he tries to stop you." There's that wide natural smile again that makes your legs feel like jelly. You decide in that moment that you'll let him kiss you if he tries.

"And I think you can be Elvis Presley to the world and still find people to love you for who you are."

"Sitting here with you, I believe it." You see him glance at your lips a couple of times and your heart flutters in your chest.

"Y/n, can I ask you somethin'?"

"Anything."

"Can I kiss you?" He's already leaning in as he asks, but you don't care. You whisper "yes" just as his lips reach yours. It's like fireworks are going off inside you. There's electricity shooting all over your body, but it seems to be gathering in the place between your legs. His kiss starts softly, and he kisses you a few times with his mouth closed before he parts your lips with his and dips his tongue into your mouth. You match his motions and let your tongue move around his. Sure, you've kissed boys before, but it's never felt like this. Your whole body seems to ache with wanting him to touch you more. Seemingly reading your mind, he puts his hand on your neck with his thumb on your cheek. His other hand rests on your knee. You want both of his hands on your body, touching the places no one has ever touched before. You scoot your body closer to him and put your arms around his neck as he moves his hands to your waist and your back. Now you're pressed up against him as he holds you close, still kissing you passionately. Slowly, he lays you back on the bed until he's on top of you. Your hands start shaking a little. You know what's supposed to come next, but you've never done it before. His hand makes its way to the zipper on the back of your dress. As he starts to pull on it, he notices you're trembling. He pulls back from kissing you and watches you carefully.

"Honey, have you never...?" He trails off when he sees the slight fear in your face. He sits up suddenly.

"No. We're not doing this if it's your first time. I can't take that from you."

"You can't take something that's being given." He looks back at you as you lay on the bed.

"I really don't want to be that guy."

"What guy?"

"The guy that hurts you."

You think for a second while he sits with his head in his hands. Finally, you sit up next to him and put your hand on his thigh.

"Remember how I told you that I want to live my own life?" He looks up at you.

"This is part of that. I'm choosing you, here, now."

"And you're sure you won't regret it?"

"Regret making my own decisions for myself? Never."

He puts his hand on the back of your neck and looks into your eyes.

"I've never met anyone like you before." You barely get out "I should hope not." Before he's kissing you again. You're not trembling anymore. Instead, this time you put your arms around him and pull him down on top of you. His hand goes back to where it was on your zipper and he pulls back from kissing you.

"You're sure? Because once this dress comes off, I won't be able to resist you." He smiles playfully. You kiss the end of his nose.

"I'm sure. Take it off." He pulls the zipper down and gently removes your dress. He looks at you laying there in your bra and panties waiting for him.

"Damn, baby."

He takes your bra off easily and moves his hands all over your body, kissing you gently as he goes. His hands are so big and warm and his kisses are light and playful. It's the perfect combination to light a fire inside you. He stands up and takes his shirt off. You know he'll need his pants off, so you go to unbutton them, but he stops you.

"Not yet, honey." You're puzzled by this because what else could he possibly have planned? He lays you back down on the bed, kissing just below your belly button. Then, he takes your panties off and drops them on the floor. He positions himself between your legs and you're still confused about what he's wanting to do. You've talked to your girlfriends about what it's like before and none of them have mentioned this. He slowly spreads your legs further apart. Then, he slides one finger inside of you. You gasp and arch your back at the sensation of something inside you. Surprisingly, it doesn't hurt. It feels good. Really good. Just when you get used to that sensation, he starts moving his finger in and out and in again. You bite your lip to keep quiet.

"There's no one here but us, baby. You don't have to be quiet." You let a small moan escape your lips. Then, he does something you never expected. He puts his mouth on you. He moves his tongue rhythmically around and over you and it feels like you might die with how good it is. Still, you can feel something else building and you brace yourself for what might be coming. Your heart beats faster and your stomach gets that twisty feeling again. Then, you go over the edge and it feels like falling and flying and crashing and singing all at once. You're shocked at the sounds that come out of you as you ride this new high. Your body shudders and pulses and you can't decide whether you should laugh or cry. Instead, you just lay there breathing heavily. He moves his mouth back off of you and slides his finger out.

"How was that?" He asks, wiping his mouth with his hand. You mumble something unintelligible and he laughs.

"Good. That's how I know I did it right." You nod your head vigorously and pull his body close to yours. You need more of that feeling, more of him inside you. Now, he stands up and lets his pants fall to the floor. He climbs back on top of you and kisses your neck.

"This part might hurt a little bit. If you want me to stop, I will. Just let me know if it's too much." You nod again, still not fully confident that you can speak. He uses his hand to line himself up with your entrance and looks back up at you.

He slowly pushes the tip of himself into you. He watches you carefully as he continues to push into you slowly. It starts to sting a little bit as he hits some resistance inside you. You squeeze your eyes shut to keep the tears from building up. It hurts, but not so bad that you can't stand it. He's watching your face carefully and as soon as he senses that you're in pain, he stops pushing.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No. Don't stop. It just hurts a little."

"See, this is what I meant. I don't want to hurt you." He starts to pull out slowly, but you grab his face with both hands.

"Elvis. Don't stop. I want this. I want you." Something about what you said is exactly what he needs to hear. He kisses your cheek and goes back to pushing into you. After a few more seconds, he pushes himself into you fully and lets out a moan.

"Oh fuck, y/n. You feel so good. Do you think you're ready?" He kisses your neck and shoulder while you prepare yourself for the pain.

"I'm ready." He pulls out and slowly pushes into you again. To your utter shock, it no longer hurts. It feels good. Really good. Again. You moan, this time with pleasure instead of pain. He pumps out and in again and again and you feel like you might explode with how good it feels. You wrap your legs around him and he grunts quietly at the change in sensation. He seems to be enjoying this as much as you are. He's kissing your neck and your jawline and your cheek and your lips, all while he continues his rhythm.

After a little while, he slows down and puts his forehead on your shoulder, sweat dripping down his face.

"Okay. Now I need to finish. It might feel... different."

"It's okay." You push his hair back off of his sweaty forehead and kiss him on the cheek. He smiles, kisses your lips, and then speeds up his pace again. To your surprise, his faster speed triggers something in you too and you feel yourself approaching another release. Just as you tumble over the edge, he pushes into you hard and you feel yourself fill up with warmth. You both climax together, taking turns cussing and kissing each other. He shudders and finishes pumping a few more times. He lays on top of you for a while with his head on your chest and you put your arms around him. After laying like this for a bit, he lifts his head up and looks at you.

"So, do you feel like a person?" You laugh and run your fingers through his hair.

"That's one experience I can check off, at least."

He rolls off of you and goes to get you a towel from the bathroom. You assess the damage on his sheets. Not too much blood. Just enough to get the maids talking tomorrow. He tosses you a towel and sits down next to you on the bed.

"You should come with me on tour."

"Elvis, I..."

"You said you wanted out of this town. And you said you can't marry someone here. I don't live here. Come with me."

"I did say both of those things." Did he just mention marriage?!

"Okay then. I'll come with you. Where to next?" He smiles that natural smile that you can't resist.

"Anywhere we want."

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raspberry-vinaigrette · 12 days ago

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HEYY HI WAVES. i dont know if anyone has asked you before or if i should ask you but. do you have any tips for writing multi chapter things? like. making outlines n stuff! i have an idea for something i wanna do but i cant commit to one writing project blerrrghh....

OH JEEZ honestly im flattered you came to me haha!! that's so real honestly but ive found it really helps havin something or someone to hold you to it tbh. my current multichap fic is in part a gift so that feeling of "geez i really wanna make this gift" helps in a sense though honestly the obvious motivation of writing something you really love is my main motivator. i am CONSTANTLY thinking of ideas for misanthrapologist and jotting em down in a memo / google doc / whatever i have on hand or whatever works best for you. it's why misanthrapologist got a chapter increase !! i just keep having ideas man !! and i know thats easier said than done obviously but once you start writing ive found it really gets ideas flowing

which leads into my second point !! daily word goals! they dont have to be high -- in fact, i encourage you to keep them low! 400 words a day is a common one ive seen but honestly as long as you have *a* word goal, it doesnt matter. it might not sound like much, but it gets you writing! if you aren't feeling it you can always stop, but i've found once you hit the word goal, you're often in enough of a "flow state" to keep going! sprints also help -- there's a discord bot for it (sprinto, i think?) but you can also just do it by setting a timer on your phone! you just set a timer (usually 15 minutes is the average) and for that time you lock in on writing. doesn't matter how many words you get out as long as you get something on the page, and oftentimes that little push is all you need! i know timers sometimes make people panic, though, so if it doesn't work, it doesn't work :)

in terms of outlining, i'll be honest when i say my outlines are typically SUPER bare bones. for comfortember i'd write like one or two sentences for the basic plot and then go haywire while writing, and if i strayed from the original idea -- cool! for misanthrapologist it's the same jist -- i think the longest idea in my outline chapter-wise is like... three or four sentences. it helps me have that rough idea of what i want to happen while still not "chaining me down" to an idea, so to speak. lets my mind get creative without me having no idea where to go with the plot.

also for a more general tip -- don't get too caught up in your word count / chapter count / whatever else !! it happens to me too, but genuinely, word count does NOT matter as much as some people think it does. if a shorter chapter works better for your pacing? go for it! if you wanna combine two scenes in one chapter? hell yeah! if you wanna split one longer scene across a chapter for emotional impact? knock urself out man!!! do what makes YOU feel good about the fic, and you'll find that it's way more fun that way. :)

if they don't mind saying anything (no pressure to either of you), i'm sure my pals @wario-speedwagon and @springlucked have some good tips too, since they're more experienced in the field of multichap stuff haha. good luck with whatever you make -- i'm excited to see!!

#rambles #writing tips #woah... people are coming to ME for advice...#my knowledge is more general since admittedly misanthrapologist is one of my first proper forays into multichap territory #or at least the first one i feel committed to #so im kinda learning myself but !! im honored you asked me tbh :)

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th3worstinm3 · 1 year ago

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bathtub

ayeee! yet another noah drabble !!! I'll never get tired of writing abt him hehehe. This one's about his back tattoo and helping him clean it ah

Noah x Reader (not proofread lol)

RPF -> Don't like it? Don't read.

Noah hissed as you helped take off the transparent plastic wrapper. "Sorryyy" you said softly, elongating the y. "why did i do this to myself" you heard him mumble quietly. You giggled and patted his shoulder. "It's a great piece though! I really like it, it's worth it" you said, distancing yourself a bit to look at the tattoo better. "Yeah but now my whole back hurts" he complained, and you just giggled.

You finished taking the plastic wrapper off and he sighed dramatically. "You're so dramatic geez" you joked tossing the plastic aside, and he huffed with a pout. "Meanie."

"Mhm yeah c'mon you big baby get in there" you said guiding him to the bathtub. You had already taken the majority of clothes off, leaving just your underwear. You finished taking everything off and got in the tub behind Noah, the warmth of the water engulfing you and calming your senses.

He leaned, back finding your chest and head leaning over your shoulder. His eyes were closed and a small smile adorned his face. You felt him breathe deeply, his muscles relaxing into the touch of your thumbs tracing circles on his shoulders.

You kissed his temple. "We should be cleaning that tattoo" you whispered on his ear and he chuckled. "Mmmm no, I'd like to stay like this a bit longer" he answered softly. You giggled and kissed his head, and your hand found its way to his hair, playing with it and untangling it with your fingers.

You patted his shoulder. "C'mon, let me clean you" you said after a while. He hummed, and with a groan, he sat up straight. You traced your fingers through his sides and lower back, earning a shiver from him, making you chuckle. "Hey stop that" he complained lightheartedly, and you giggled again.

Taking a bar of soap, you rubbed it through your hands and then placed them on his back, very slowly spreading it through the ink. You tried your best not to add pressure, but flinched when he moved. "Sorryyyy again" you dragged the y again and rested your chin on his shoulder. "'s alright, just be careful" He said patting your head with a smile. You nodded and your hands returned to his back, making sure to clean it whole. His hands found their way to your legs, tapping a random rythm into the flesh with his fingers.

You wiped your hands in the water and slowly rubbed the soap off his back. You leaned over and kissed his neck, hugging him from behind and slowly bringing him close to your chest, making sure to not make sudden movements that could hurt him.

He melted into your touch, closing his eyes with a content sigh. His hands moved from your calves to your thighs, squeezing them. You tried to lean over to grab the shampoo bottle, but his hands kept you in place. "Don't move, stay like this" he mumbled. "We have to-" he cut you off with a peck to your lips. "Nope. We are staying like this." He said, moving back to his original position. You sighed and complied, sitting back down and relaxing.

He grabbed one of your hands and guided it to his head, encouraging you to play with his hair. You laughed. "You're so cute." You mumbled and kissed his head. He let out a huff, but a giggle replaced it shortly after.

#bad omens fanfiction #noah sebastian fanfiction #cutie patooties

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brittle-doughie · 2 years ago

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Yooo, that mourning y/n cookie fic was top tier!♡ I gotta more uplifting request to balance out the angst with some sugar and spice😘

y/n sending some of their old books to the kid cookies, but inadvertently brings their old photo album instead: not only do the kid cookies, and some of the adults, see the usual mature but fun loving y/n cookie as either a rough and tumble gang member or a shy inverted geek (you can pick whichever would be more embarrassing for them), they also see some of the old photos of y/n cookie with old friends, new friends, and a few polaroids of their now crumbled spouse.... If you write one of them asking "who's that," istg-

- Drama anon🥀

Memories

Congratulations, you jinxed yourself, man.

And so, the jelly worm told the jelly frog, “Why do worms go across the playground? To get to the other mud slide!”

The crowd of young cookies giggled and laughed among themselves with that joke! Every one in this joke book you had never failed to brighten up with spirits with laughter. Even some adults around the library couldn’t help but chuckle a little at it.

You had volunteered at the city’s library to read some books you’ve brought to the younger cookies that came there. The staff did try to pay you for your time, but you declined. You’ve always wanted to share the wonders of what you’ve read in hopes the cookies might like it too. You did have plans that day, but if it was for the young ones’ sake, you suppose you can move things around!

“*sniffle*…can you read us another book? Please?”

“Tell us another book, Y/N Cookie! You have to tell us another book.”

“I wouldn’t mind listening to more stories from you, Y/N Cookie!”

You chuckled as you rubbed the back of your head nervously. You weren’t expecting them to really like what you brought, so it brought you relief that they end up liking it after all. You thanked them for doing so as you reached for your last one.

“Come on, what’s that last book you got there? I’m seeing some pictures on it…of you?”

“Y/N Cookie, is that really a book? It looks more like a….photo album?

What did they mean-your look suddenly changed to that of horror as you spotted the picture ridden cover of your photo album?! What the?! How did this happen? Did you accidentally leave the album at the bottom of your book stack when you took it with you?! Oh geez, you were incredibly embarrassed at what the others were already seeing on it. Photos of you on vacation, exploring a cave, you next TK’s machine you’ve just fixed while giving a thumbs up.

You quickly shuffle the album behind your back before awkwardly tell the cookies around you that story time was over for today and you’ll be seeing them next. You were already getting up to go before the young cookies started to make a fuss and you stopped there anxiously.

“*sob* You’re leaving already? But..I want to see the album…*sniffle*”

“Yeah, we want to look at the album too! Let us look at the album.”

“I want to look at it too, but if it’s too much to ask, I understand…”

“This is totally your choice though, Y/N. We aren’t going to pressure you if you don’t wanna.”

“I second that!”

Oh did you want to take the opportunity to just run on out of there in embarrassment and just hide under your covers…but seeing the hopeful look of the younger cookies with the accepting looks from the older ones made you ponder for moment as you think for a moment…run off with your photo album abruptly and be done with the day…or….you swallow your embarrassment and be open about your past.

You made your choice, you took a deep breath…

and walked out the door…

The younger cookies looking down saddened as the older ones just looked to the side, accepting that you valued your history, so they were not going to pry you about it…

….

Everyone looked up in surprise as the doors opened and saw you coming back in with a determined smile on your face as you sat back down with the photo album in your hands.

Sorry for walking out like that, you just had to put away all the books into your vehicle for a second there. Now, who was ready to learn a little more about you?

The cookies around you couldn’t get more interested and excited. The young cookies gathered in front of you as Bellflower and Pizza Cookie went to your sides.

You turned the album to your first series of photos, your school days.

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You were the shy, but incredibly smart one in your class. You didn’t do much to socialize with the cookies in your class, you just sorta stuck to yourself as you worked on your assignments.

This made you look more endearing to your fellow classmates as anyone who had a bone to pick with you for some reason would have to face a group of cookies ready to defend you from whatever accusations this bully was trying to say.

You weren’t exactly a small cookie, you just didn’t like confrontation all that much, so usually other cookies would come to your aid for you. Saving you the trouble…..and pretty much having that cookie hanging off you for the day.

One cookie in particular was White Cactus Cookie

She’s alive, y’all

Seeing how non-threatening you were just made White want to scoop you into her arms for a hug.

When it came to group projects, you were always paired with her, Cactus herself seeking you out immediately when the time to pick began. She’ll even strategically seat herself next to you in the event group projects did happen.

She introduced you to her friend, Black Garlic Cookie, whom became your second major friend in the school days. If someone needed to see you, 9/10 you’re with both of the girls.

When it came to cookies who thought you were an easy target, they were in for a scare as White Cactus would creep on behind them and give them a frightful jolt as she screamed. She would innocently wave them bye as they ran down the hall and out of sight.

She would hug and snuggle the hell out of you after completing a group project. She was so proud of you working so hard on it!

Here’s to a wonderful school year together with you and her~

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And that photo right there was White Cactus chasing off the cheerleading captain for taking her spot next to me during lunch. White Cactus..didn’t like it when other cookies tried to get all close to you. You two were the best of friends in school, nothing would change that!

“She sounds a little scary, but she’s a nice friend…*sniffle*”

“Those mean Cookies deserved it for picking on you! They deserved it.”

“It is nice to have friends there for you, even if they can be scary!”

“You were just minding your own business, I feel like they deserved what they got.”

“Cookies shouldn’t be bringing down each other! It was nice to hear that you had a cookie to look out for you!”

You appreciated the words from the others about your friend, White Cactus Cookie. You do hope that she’s doing well after graduating…

You shook your head off the thought as you turned to the next page-oh.

This phase in your life may be a little weird to explain…

Okay….

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Who would’ve thunk it that after having a fairly normal upbringing and graduating from school, that life would deal you a bad hand and you were at rock bottom. In any attempt to find a way to keep up with the rising payments, you had to locate a different kind of job…

In other words? You essentially became part of a gang.

They claimed to be..a crew of timeline hopping misfits? And they’ve picked YOU to join them!

Twizzly Gummy took notice of your situation and wanted to be merciful, how about a spot on her crew!? There’s always room for another! It wasn’t like you had any other choice anyway, once she sets her eye on something, she’s taking it!

You wanted to decline. Despite life being hard for you, you didn’t want to have to turn to villainy to help you out…but you gaze at the spread of papers with payment orders on your desk within your apartment….you were at a loss.

“Come on!! What do ya say?! Together with us, you can have all the coins you could’ve ever want!”

“Why work when you can just rob a cookie! Way easier if you’re askin’ me!”

“Think this through, bro. You won’t have to worry about paying for anything for the rest of your life.”

“Yeah, you wouldn’t be in this dump anymore, that’s for sure…”

Again, you didn’t have a choice, did you?

And that’s how you ended up becoming the new cookie in Twizzly Gummy’s crew. Taking up a defender role, you donned a club and a shield as you became the wall that kept the crew from harm. Throughout your time with them, you only grew more sturdy and withstanding, evident in your dough, but you had never hurt a cookie during these robberies, you never could…

The coins from these heists proved true to their words, it was so much that you could actually start affording things you wanted, not just needs…it…got to you. Morals were suppressed as you went on these heists with your crew, you let the prospect of finally obtaining the things you wanted get to your head.

Until the reality of your actions hit you like a brick when an organization known as the Time Balance Department arrested the whole crew. The high of getting all of this coin came crashing down on you as you were carried off with the rest of the crew.

Thank Fortuna that whoever was listening answered your plight as you got a lighter sentence for your crimes. Despite all of the crimes you’ve committed, you never once used violence on others in any way, you were more of a shield for the crew to hide behind, the club was just to look fearsome.

You served your time and walked away a free cookie, clean from the whole situation, and started anew. One of the guards looked up your file and expressed sympathy. If you were ever in need of a job, there might be just the place…

The photos to signify this time in your life were the photos of you and the crew, with the last one being the only copy of your mugshot.

A concern did occur to you. What if the crew ever broke out of their prison, what would they do…and if they’re looking for you.

Note: Y/N Cookie’s backstory is totally up to you, the reader. This is just one of many that could happen to you.

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You covered your face in shame and embarrassment as the cookies around you had surprised and shocked looks.

You had to make it very clear to them that you wiped your hands of this part of your past. You paid to have it scrubbed off your record and you were a completely different cookie now then before.

You regretted ever taking that offer and you could only hope to make up for it some day. It’s fine if they want to stay away from you for that.

“B-but why would I do that…*sniffle*…you’re so nice to me…”

Eh? What-

“We all make mistakes, like Pawn White does without me. Hey!”

“You learned from your mistakes and became an even better cookie now. You never hurt another cookie and grew from this!”

“Yeah, as long as you did your time and realized that it was a pretty stupid thing to do, you’re all good.”

“I do feel bad for the robbed cookies, did you ever give back what those cookies stole from them?”

You brightened up once your turned to the next page. Now THIS is when your redemption arc began!

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You were pondering the offer the guard had given you. A spot…in the Time Balance Department? The exact organization that arrested you back then? Was this a good idea? Would they hold your past against you and reject your application? Your mind wandered oh so much.

Until you received a call. You jumped a bit before answering it and a voice called for your name.

“Hey, is this Y/N Cookie? Nice, the name’s Croissant Cookie! I’m an engineer at the Time Balance Department and have heard that you’ve shown interest applying here, at least from what I’m told.”

Well, it was nice to meet this Croissant Cookie! If she was calling you, then you assumed that you got the job?

“Yep! We looked over your resume and everything seemed to be in order! We know you might have had a crummy point in your life, but here at the TBD, you can do genuine work and it benefits other cookies too! It’s a win-win!”

That was perfect. After a pretty bad choice in your life, you were worried that you may have had a bad reputation there and could get your application rejected, so it was nice of them to have actually accepted it. You accepted the offer and scheduled later to see the place, your voice gaining a chipper and hopeful tone!

“Welcome to the TBD, Y/N Cookie. I have a feeling that if it’s like this conversation, then we can become the best of friends here. See you soon!”

You will admit, you were a bit hesitant during the initial hiring since their main deal was handling things related to time that you worry you could mess up something that could be pretty important. Luckily, you had a cookie to guide you through your new job, Croissant Cookie.

The photo to commemorate this part of your life was a photo of you and Croissant doing a thumbs up at the camera.

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You still work for the TBD to this day, repairing any machines that needed fixing and helping out your fellow coworkers with anything in that field. You were referred to as one of the TBD’s handycookies! Pretty interesting title.

“What a nice ending…*sniffle*”

“Working for the TBD? That sounds important! It does sounds important.”

“You made it through to now, Y/N Cookie. I’m happy to hear things are okay now!”

“That was totally redeeming if you want my two coins on it.”

“That answers my question. Still the Y/N Cookie I know in the end hehe!”

You thanked them with a smile as you turned to the end of the album…and come across some old polaroids of you…and an unfamiliar cookie.

These photos were much more intimate in nature, with you hugging and kissing them Cookie on the cheek, the cookie warmly receiving them with a happy smile. Your smile turned more solemn, but never losing its warmth as you looked at them.

You caressed your nonexistent thumb over the photo as you looked at it, looking back on the memory in your head. That day where you and that cookie looked at the sunset together, leaning on each other. You remember whispering your love for them and them doing so in return…you could feel a tear well up in your eye.

The cookies around you eyed the photos in curiosity. Lollipop breaking the silence by asking,

“Woah, that cookie looks very nice to you! Who is that?”

You turned to Lollipop with your almost sad smile.

Someone amazing…

#cookie run x reader #cookie run x you #cr x reader #crk x reader #cookie run kingdom x reader #cookie run ovenbreak #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #fanfic #onion cookie #lolipop cookie #chess choco cookie #pizza cookie #bellflower cookie #white ghost cookie #twizzly gummy cookie #croissant cookie

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densi-mber · 1 year ago

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We Swear It’s Not Real, Part 2

***

“So, when are you two going to take the next step?” Mandy asked, insinuating herself between Kensi and Deeks. From her slightly lopsided smile, he thought she’d enjoyed the wine tasting. Turning to Deeks with a conspiratorial smile, she leaned closer. “I bet you already have a ring and spot picked out, don’t you Marty.”

“Beg your pardon?” Deeks asked at the same time Kensi nervously said,

“Mandy, you know we’re taking things slowly.” Taking Deeks’ arm, her hand tightened around his, flexing quickly several times. They’d decided that if anyone inquired about their future as a couple, they would redirect and lie through their teeth.

They just hadn’t allowed for a drunken Mandy’s persistence.

“Oh yeah, I’ve heard that same speech from both of you.” She affected a higher-pitched, sing-song voice, ‘We want to enjoy our time together without any pressure.’ ‘We only just found each other.’ ‘We don’t want to kill the romance.’” Mandy rolled her eyes. “You two are perfect together and one of you needs to make a move so I can start planning the wedding. Which means you need to get on it mister.” She poked Deeks in the chest.

“Mandy, enough!” Kensi snapped. “We’re not like other couples, so stop pushing for some fairytale that doesn’t exist.”

Mandy’s eyes widened, a bit of her alcohol induced giddiness disappearing in the face of Kensi’s anger.

“Geez Kay, I was mostly joking. You’ve always talked about your perfect wedding all these years. I thought you’d be happy.”

“Well, not everyone gets a perfect ending,” Kensi said, pulling her arm out of Deeks’.

“Kens—” he protested softly, as she stood up, gathering up the length of her blue skirt.

“I need a couple minutes.” Then before either of them could stop her, she hurried off towards the small vineyard gift shop.

“I’m such an idiot,” Mandy sighed, cupping her hands over her mouth. “I’m sorry. I really didn’t think I was going to upset her that much.”

“It’s ok,” Deeks assured with a forgiving smile. “It’s kind of a touchy subject. But, uh, if I ever do propose, I do have the perfect place in mind.”

Lifting her head slowly, Mandy grinned back at him. “I knew you wouldn’t let me down.”

***

When Kensi came back about 20 minutes later, she was noticeably subdued, and faked her way through the rest of the event.

“Well, that was a disaster,” she sighed on their way back home. She’d kicked off her heels and roughly yanked the hairpins out keeping her hair in place.

“Eh, I thought the Riesling wasn’t bad,” Deeks joked. “Tiffani definitely approved.” Kensi gave him a knowing look.

“I freaked out for no reason. I let Mandy get to me, even though I knew she, or one of the other girls would pressure me about it at some point.”

“So why did you?”

“I don’t know,” Kensi said to his surprise. “I guess…I’ve been thinking about how different my life is from Kat’s and Mandy’s, any of my friends. I’m probably not going to get engaged, or invite all my friends to bachelor party, or marry—that’s just not my life.”

“Who knows, maybe I will propose to you someday,” Deeks said, probably getting way too close to the line of truthfulness for his own good.

Tilting her head to the side, Kensi reached for his hand on the steering wheel, smiling sadly. “I wouldn’t do that to you, Deeks.” She squeezed his hand once before letting go, and settling back with a wistful expression.

***

“Just a couple more weeks, and you’ll be a free man,” Kensi commented one night as they painstakingly glued tiny bits of lace to roughly a thousand centerpieces.

“Yeah, seems like it was just yesterday that the Tiffanys were jumping up in down in excitement at Kensi One-Date Blye finally having a boyfriend,” Deeks said after a moment.

The weeks flew had flown by with increasing speed, and before Deeks knew it, they’d hit the month of Kat’s wedding. With that, Deeks felt an increasing sense of panic with the knowledge that his and Kensi’s charade would be over once the reception ended.

And he didn’t want it to. Well, that wasn’t true; he didn’t want to pretend anymore. He wanted to be with Kensi, and he was pretty sure she felt similarly.

Since the disastrous wine tasting, her kisses were less perfunctory, and she found reasons to keep him hanging around longer each night. The day she’d insisted she needed help organizing her dishes was probably his favorite.

Every time he even hinted at there being something more, Kensi brushed him off with some self-deprecating comment about her inability to keep a houseplant alive. She wasn’t suited for a relationship, she insisted.

“I bet you can’t wait,” Kensi continued, pausing expectantly. Deeks hesitated, licking his lips as a touch of nerves set in.

“About that.” He drew a breath through his teeth, wondering if he was about to make the worst decision of his life. “You know how we said if either of us ever found someone that we liked, we’d stop doing this. Fake dating?” he asked. Kensi stilled, her face going carefully blank.

“Yes,” she said. “Did—did you find someone like that?”

“I did. I wanted to tell you sooner, but uh, I didn’t want to back out on our deal.”

“Oh.” The devastation on her face made him almost stop right then and there and tug her into his arms. Shrugging a little helplessly, Kensi offered a weak smile. “What’s she like?”

“She’s utterly ridiculous. In the best way possibly,” Deeks replied, not having to pretend for once. “She’s a brunette, with the most amazing smile in the world, and a terrible sense of humor.”

He saw genuine hurt flash across Kensi’s face, and decided he’d gone far enough.

“Wow, that’s really amazing Deeks. I’m so happy for you,” she said, sounding devastated.

“Yeah. I forgot to mention that she’s got these crazy eyes too. Different colors and everything.” He paused, fiddling with a bit of lace as Kensi froze, tilting her head.

“Deeks,” she whispered, a note of question in her voice. He couldn’t contain his smile.

“And she’s currently sitting in front of me,” he finished softly. Kensi gaped at him for a moment, then she launched herself at him, knocking him to the floor, her lips slanting over his. He leaned up into the kiss, tangling his fingers into her hair.

“You are so mean,” Kensi murmured, punctuating each word with a kiss.

“Desperate times call for desperate measures.” He drew back, brushing a strand of hair out of her eyes, and looked up at her. “Kensi Blye, will you go out with me?”

Kensi cupped his cheek, arching up to kiss him again. “Yes. More than anything.”

“To never be free again,” he said as Kensi drew him back down, rolling them into the long forgotten centerpieces.

***

A/N: I think I might be watching too much sappy romance stuff. Sorry if this feel a little flat at the end.

#densimber 7.0 #densimber 2023 #ncis la fanfiction #marty deeks #kensi blye #densi #au #fake dating #fluff and romance #we swear it’s not real #part 2 #by ejzah

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redtoondevils · 9 months ago

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Randomness.

Gregory came back to the daycare after being Banned, then came up to Sun, when he was busy drawing...Something? On a big piece of paper, that has letters on them, but it's too flat for him to read it. He walks up behind him, and say's. "Hey Sun!" "Go away!" Sun answered back, not looking back on him, still scribbling on the paper.

Rough handling the paper, free hand. Applying so much pressure onto the crayon, with a wide motion, and scribbling onto it so quickly.

Breaking down the wax on the crayon little by little. Gregory signed, and asked "What are you doing?" "What does it look like to you? I'm drawing!" Sun answered back, turning his head to face Gregory, then turned it back. "What are you drawing?" Gregory asked, getting curious with his work. "Uh, uh! It's not finished yet!" Sun insisted.

Then turned back to him, standing up a little. "What do you want?" He asked, getting up on his feet and correcting his posture. "I came back to talk to you!" Gregory replied, reasonably.

"You want to ask for my forgiveness, is that it?" He wondered, folding his arms, sounding pouty. "Well...Yeah!" Gregory agreed, nodding.

"Well...I'm not ready yet!" Sun answered him, shamelessly. "Oh, okay." He paused, then took a small inhale, and asked. "...How old are you?" He asked, after pausing.

Sun took a deep long sigh. his patience wearing being tampered with, with this kid. He checked himself, before saying..."Guess..." under his breath.

Gregory stood with a thinking manner, then looked his eyes up in the process, "I don't know...I'm thinking...10?". He guessed. Giving a small shrug. Sun chuckled quietly.

"Wanna try that again?" He asked, slowly calming down, grinning. Gregory stared at him with a puzzled look, as he spoke "What? Why? You look young!" Gregory answered. Brushing off this awkward statement, with a playful attitude. Smiling.

Sun, is getting onto it too, then he asked Gregory, creating a guessing game. "Do you really know how old I am?" He started this off, with a small tease. Then, at this point, his question captured Gregory's attention. "Oh? Nooo. Are you having me on? You really been here longer?"

Gregory say's, now getting more invested with this guessing game. Now curious, with a small touch of dis belief. "Not for years, here. But, I have a long background." Sun hinted. Now Gregory, is hooked, and he takes it seriously..."No way-"He started, so he begins to guess. "20?" Sun shook his head. "25?" "Higher." Sun say's, "30?"

"Higher."

"35?"

"Higher."

"45...?" Gregory say's, widening his eyes. Guessing the years.

"Higher."

"F...fffFifty?" Gregory say's getting shocked with the numbers rising.

"That's it!" Sun stopped him there, before Gregory get's too over whelmed, with the answer. "50?" Gregory asked again, with his mouth open. "Yep!" Sun replied. "Woah!...Hang on. What year is this now?" He asked, this question mostly to himself, but wanted to ask Sun to remind him.

"2019."

"2019? 1970-to 2019...That was around...1970...1980, 1990...That was 2 decades, so that was 20 years. Then 2000, that's 30. 2010 is 40...Then this is 2019 now...So that marks the year by...Woah, yeah marks it exactly today!

Then next year that number will mark it by 51! Huh. That's correct! Ah, well that's not so bad!" He say's putting on a wide proud grin. At Sun.

"Impressive mental mathematics kid!" Sun praised.

"Why thank you! And hey, for you. You aged well!" Gregory complemented, polietly giving him a smile. Sun actually took a moment, to appreciate his comment.

And felt flattered, with it. Then responded by putting his hand, on Gregory's head. Then said. "I've never heard a kid tell me something so nice before. I really have had a really good time!"

Then Gregory held his hand, then said. "You're welcome, Sun!" Then, without warning, Sun instantly, picked the kid up, and held him in a tight squeeze, without Gregory noticing.

"Oh come here you, friend-!" He exclaimed. "Ah, oh g-geez Sun!" Gregory called out, getting smothered with his light warming hugs. At first, he felt bothered, but then he forget about it, and accepted it anyway. With thought, 'Well, never mind.'

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marriiemeii · 1 year ago

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Circles Chapter 3

jeonghan x oc x seungcheol

status: ongoing genre: drama, fluff, angst, romance, comedy, professor au warnings: hospital, talks of illness, hint of deceased family member

synopsis: Faye has always been more focused on her career than her social life. When she meets two new customers at her cafe, her once solitary life begins to change.

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Seungcheol looked down at his phone impatiently, his leg bouncing and his fingers tapping on the table as he waited for a text message. His phone screen lit up as he finally got a message and picked up his phone immediately to check it. It was from Jeonghan, the little snake.

His message read, "Good luck on the date! You got this!"

That was all it said and that was all he needed for him to get annoyed at his best friend. He knew that little snake would pull something like this on him. He knew he shouldn't have mentioned anything about Faye being a new face, because that was all it would take for Jeonghan to feel like he needed to play cupid like he always has.

He never learned his lesson from all the previous failed matches he tried. At this point, Jeonghan should dress up as the matchmaker from Mulan if he wants to be one so badly. He was gonna strangle the snake and hope some sense will finally reach the delusional guy. Maybe that'll finally teach him to stop messing with his love life.

Seungcheol felt indecisive at this point. Faye wasn't going to be off of work until a few minutes later, maybe he should call off the whole hangout. He didn't want it to be awkward for her to just hang out with a guy she didn’t know. But now that he thought about it, hanging out with TWO unfamiliar guys seemed pretty scary for a girl. Geez, he feels like he’s starting to overthink now. He continued to stare at his phone wondering what he should do, until he heard the door of the cafe open. The bells hanging from the top ringing as it’s being pushed open.

He kept his head down not wanting to scare Freya off. He strains his ear a bit to hear her quiet footsteps reaching him and he finally looks up and put his phone down. He looked discreetly at what she was wearing. She had an oversized cream colored cardigan over a white turtle neck long sleeve top with brown wide leg pants and white sneakers to match. He had to admit that she was cute, but he would never tell Jeonghan that, in case he really tries setting them up together.

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Meanwhile…

Jeonghan giggled to himself after he saw that his message was read by Seungcheol. He raised his head up from looking down at his phone, when he heard his name called out by a female voice. He smirked a bit to himself. They’ll fall in love with each other in no time.

He looked for the person that was calling his name in the room, and saw a nurse clad in blue scrubs looking down at her clipboard and then around the room.

“Right here,” He called out to her as he raised his hand. She looked over at him and waved her arm, gesturing at him to follow along to the door. She held it open for him to walk through before and let the door close behind them.

She had him go through the standard procedrues of checking his height and weight. As she checked his weight she made a comment.

“Hmm, you’ve lost some weight since your last check up Jeonghan,” She states.

“Yeah, I swear I’m eating healthy amounts and the right food though,” He laughs a bit nervously. She hums and mentions the doctor is likely going to have to check on him about that.

When they finished, she took him to a room he was familiar with being in ever since a few years ago. He sat down on the seat for patients and let the nurse continue to check his blood pressure. When that was done, the nurse let him know that the doctor would be there in a second. He waited patiently in the room for his doctor alone.

He’s been in the room so often he remembered all the flyers that were up in the room. Some were about sex ed, stress symptoms, mental health, and many more. He’s read them all though.

He debates whether he should text Seungcheol again just to bug and annoy him. It was always so easy for Jeonghan to rile him up, even when they were kids. All he had to do was hold a bug in his face and he'd scream at him. Seungcheol was always so expressive around him. Before he could text him, the door opens and his doctor walks in.

“Good afternoon, Jeonghan. How are you feeling today?" She sits down in the seat in front of him and starts logging into the computer.

“I’m feeling great, now that I get to see you,” He tease the doctor. She gives a short laugh.

“You're still flirting so you must be alright,” She looks over and gives a smile. Jeonghan returned the smile with a wink.

“According to Nurse Cami, she mentioned you had lost some weight?”

“Yeah, it’s not anything big I think, I just have been…” He starts. “Stressed a little bit.”

Doctor Nicole nods her head as she starts typing on the computer. Jeonghan waits for her to continue.

“Well, because you are at a higher risk for cardiac cachexia, we're gonna need you to monitor your weight, alright? If you notice any more weight loss, muscle wasting, or if you're feeling very weak, contact us as soon as possible. Other than that, your lab results from before show that your arteries are doing alright. How’s the pacemaker?”

Jeonghan explains to her that it’s still working for him and continues to help him get through the day. His chest pains and dizziness definitely weren’t as prevalent as before the surgery. There doesn’t seem to be any problems with it.

She nods her head as he tells her everything about his health lately. She then tells him all the same things she always does at the end of his appointments.

“We’ll schedule another appointment with you within the next 6 months alright? If you have any questions or concerns, you’re able to contact me.” She goes through the routine. He just nods as he looks at her waiting for it to end.

“By the way, when am I finally going to see a ring on that finger?” She jokes, pointing at his left ring finger.

“Why? Are you volunteering?” He jokes. She shakes her head at him with a laugh.

“No, but I know someone who would love to volunteer,” She quips right back at him. Jeonghan smiles but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Please tell her, I’m sorry but I’m not looking for a relationship,” Jeonghan apologizes sincerely. Nicole sighs a little.

“You shouldn’t have to be afraid of making relationships, y’know?”

“I’m just not ready, and also I have a relationship with Seunghceol.”

“Sure, he doesn’t even know why you get check ups every 6 months.”

****

Jeonghan steps outside of the hospital and into the parking lot. He had a lot on his mind, thinking about all that was said during the appointment. He did notice he was losing weight but he assumed it was just because he was stressed trying to find Seungcheol someone that could look after him.

He kicks a rock that’s in front of him, which ends up landing close to a father walking by with their daughter. The daughter looks at the rock and kicks it back at Jeonghan.

“Rhea, don’t be rude to strangers. That’s bad karma,” The father of the kid says backhandedly. Jeonghan huffs, a little upset at the insult.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t be kicking things,” Jeonghan apologizes to the pair and bows his head at them.

The man stares a bit at Jeonghan before shrugging it off with a smile. “It’s fine, you didn’t mean to. You probably had a lot on your mind."

Jeonghan nods to them and the pair wave to him before heading into the hospital themselves. He starts heading over to his car, wanting to slam his head into a brick wall. Geez, I’m a dumbass. I’m embarassing.

He gets inside his car and pulls out his phone to call Seungcheol. He taps his fingers against the steering wheel waiting for him to pick up the phone.

“What do you want?” Sengcheol’s grouchy voice asks, from the phone.

“Just wondering how the date went?” Jeonghan teases, smiling at his matchmaking skills. He hoped to hear that everything went well and that Freya was head over heels for Seungcheol.

“The NOT date was fine. Faye seemed to have fun and wasn’t as cautious by the end of it.” He snaps at Jeonghan sharply.

“Faye?~ So you’re on nicknape basis now? Does she call you Scoups then?”

“I thought I told you not to bring up that nickname.” Jeonghan could already imagine the way Seungcheol’s face was, all scrunched up and frowning. “Anyways, she said it would be easier to say than Freya. She ALSO mentioned that you could call her that too.”

“Hmm, fine. When’s that next date?” Jeonghan presses on.

“It’s NOT a date, and she mentioned wanting to have the next hangout with YOU actually there since you were the one who asked in the first place," Seungcheol mentions.

“Ah, I guess next time I can go. Is there a day in particular?” Jeonghan questioned.

“Yeah, next week on Saturday.”

Jeonghan nods and hums in agreement. They figure out how the Saturday will go such as who'll drive and get picked up. Seungcheol also gives him Faye’s number. He tells him to give her a text so she knows it's Jeonghan. Jeonghan pouts a little at the fact that Faye's treating them both the same, not really favoring or falling for Seungcheol.

“Why didn’t you go today?” Seungcheol asks.

“Huh? I told you I had a doctor’s appointment, remember?” Jeonghan taunts him.

“I know, but what for, you dumb ass?” Seungcheol inquired, concern leaking through his voice. Jeonghan's stomach drops a bit, knowing he was going to lie to his best friend.

He does his best to laugh off his concern nonchalantly, putting on a fake teasing facade up. “Aww~ do you care about me, Seungcheol? It was just a physical exam.”

“Shut up! I’m hanging up.”

“I love you too, Seungcheol~” Jeonghan says before he hears the beep indicating that he hung up.

He stares at his phone and huffs a little. I need to get them together when we all hang out on Saturday. He made up his mind and he'll definitely get them to be a couple. Then that’ll be one thing off of his list of things to do.

He sends a quick text to Faye before starting his car to head home.

"Hellooo~ This is Jeonghan, Seungcheol gave me your number."

****

Faye looks at her phone, staring at a message. She didn't realize he'd text her so quickly. The way he texted really fit his personality based on what she’s seen from him.

"Hellooo~ This is Jeonghan, Seungcheol gave me your number."

She wondered how she should respond to him. Her phone buzzed in her hand as another message appeared.

“If Jeonghan bothers you just tell him to shut up.”

“Ah, they really are best friends and know each other so well.” Faye mutters to herself.

She goes back to Jeonghan’s message and responds with, Hi, hope you’ll be able to join us next time!

With Seungcheol’s messgage, she responds with, It’s alright! I can handle him.

She smiles thinking about the best friends and thinks about her own. Rian, her, Wonwoo, and Mingyu were similar to how the pair were. There was always someone that they were teasing, most of the time it was Mingyu, but only because he would pout pretty often when they do.

Her thoughts drifted to Flora, when they were all one big group in college, with Joshua and Flora. She went back to her closet and brought down one of the boxes from the top shelf again and searched in it. She finally found a blue photo album and took it before opening the cover.

Written on the first page was the words College Memories by Flora. It was Flora’s scrapbook that she had been making.

Faye flipped around trying to find a certain page until she reached somewhere in the middle. The page had 2 photos as well as doodles and little scrapbook decorations, like ribbons and stickers. The page was labeled Joshua's 24th Birthday.

The first photo showed a pic of Flora and Faye standing together with Joshua sitting in front of them with his birthday cake.

Faye hadn’t wanted to be in the picture, wanting the couple to take the picture together instead, but Flora and Joshua insisted that Faye had to be in the picture for helping to organize the surprise party.

“Faye! Come join us please~” Flora called out to her twin. Faye turns around immediately and walks in the opposite direction, only to end up bumping into a hard chest. She looked up and found Joshua smiling down at her.

“No, wai-” Faye tries arguing, but Joshua grabs her shoulders and starts bringing her back to Flora where the birthday cake and camera was with Mingyu behind it.

“Come on~ are you really going to say no to the birthday boy?” Joshua tilts his head with an innocent smile. Faye pouts at him and Flora. She looked toward Rian and Wonwoo for help but the two were looking at everything and anything that wasn’t her.

Faye sighs in defeat and begrudgingly stands next to Flora. Flora looks at her with a big smile before glomping her and saying thanks. Faye wraps her arm around her twin and pats her back before saying it’s fine.

“Alright everyone, smile!” Mingyu says, looking through the camera hole. Flora and Faye face forward, smiling. Joshua was sitting in front of them holding the cake with a smile on his face.

The flash goes off signaling the picture was over and Faye tries to escape but Flora grabs on to her as Joshua stands up. She pushes Faye to sit down where Joshua just sat and stands to Faye's left and Joshua to her right.

"Ready? 1, 2, 3!" Mingyu says quickly as I sit there in shock. Flora was kissing my left cheek and Joshua had his hand on my head.

Rian and Wonwoo rush at Mingyu wanting to peek at the picture before anyone else. They all "aw" at the picture before coming over to show the rest, as Faye continued to sit there shocked that they planned this against her.

The picture came out really cute, but Faye was still a bit salty that they did this to her. She just sat there pouting. When they looked at her face, they all chuckled and giggled that she was pouting.

"Come on Faye~ It's just a picture. We'll all look back at it someday and be so happy we took it!" Flora beams, holding Faye's hands in her own, her head tilted cutely.

Faye sighs before nodding and agreeing with her sister as everyone cheers that she stopped pouting.

Faye stared at the second photo longer as Flora's words rang through her head. You were almost right, Flora. We are able to look back at these photos and be happy, but we’re also sad that you’re not here to enjoy these photos and memories with us.

Faye took in a deep breath before sighing to herself. She stared a bit at the photo her eyes lingering on Joshua’s figure. It’s been a while since she saw him. Maybe he’d come to visit on the weekend like he usually does.

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cirilla-fiona-riannon · 2 years ago

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2023 Lucky Bag

How to spend December 31?

December 31, early in the morning.

Mai: "Today's New Year's Day!"

(I should greet those who have helped me this year. And buy some sweets for them, too!)

I quickly left the room to buy some sweets at the castle town when一

Mitsunari: "Good morning, Lady Mai."

Ieyasu: "You're already up? Morning."

Mai: "Mitsunari, Ieyasu, good morning! What's up with you two?"

Mitsunari: "I was on my way to bring Lord Hideyoshi some tea, but for some reason, Lord Ieyasu insisted on helping me."

Ieyasu: "I had no choice. You were about to fall and made a mess in the hallway."

Mitsunari: "You're really kind, Lord Ieyasu!"

Mai: "I-I see."

(I have a feeling Mitsunari would've done that.)

Masamune: "You guys are as close as ever."

Ieyasu: "We're not close."

Ieyasu furrowed his eyebrows at Masamune's comment as he passed by.

Mai: "Are you going somewhere, Masamune?"

Masamune: "Yeah, I'm on my way to cook a special meal for a special someone."

Mai: "Oooh, and who is this special someone?"

Masamune: "Are you curious as to who I'm talking about?"

Mai: "............"

Hideyoshi: "Hey, what are you guys doing with Mai?"

Hideyoshi interrupted our chat by putting his arm between Masamune and me.

Mitsunari: "I'm sorry, Lord Hideyoshi. I meant to come back immediately."

Ieyasu: "It's not like we were intentionally trapping Mai."

Masamune: "Well, I did it intentionally."

Hideyoshi: "Geez. Mai, are you going out in that outfit?"

Mai: "Yup! I'm off to town for some shopping."

Hideyoshi: "Are you sure you can handle it by yourself? It's New Year, so it's going to be crowded."

Hideyoshi: "I know it's a little early, but take this as a New Year's gift too."

Mai: "I-It's okay! I have my own money."

I stopped Hideyoshi as he tried to hand me the money.

Ieyasu: "Don't come back too late. We'll be waiting for you."

Masamune: "Have a safe trip."

Mitsunari: "We're looking forward to your return, Lady Mai."

Hideyoshi: "If you need anything, we'll be right here."

Mai: "Thanks. I'm off!"

By late afternoon, I safely made it to the castle town.

(What kind of sweets should I buy?)

Sasuke: "Hello, Mai."

Mai: "Sasuke!"

I turned around when Sasuke called me and saw Kenshin and Kanetsugu as well.

Kenshin: "Fancy meeting you here, Mai."

Mai: "Are you all here in Azuchi together?"

Kenshin: "It's New Year's Day, so I came here to cut down all the scumbags who'll approach you."

Kanetsugu: "There are lots of enemies to be wary of. I think it's a great plan."

Mai: "I don't think there's anyone like that."

Kanetsugu: "If you're not careful enough, maybe we should compensate for it."

Kenshin: "I think we should take you to Echigo."

Sasuke: "Lord Kenshin, calm down."

Kanetsugu: "Lord Kenshin is right. We can definitely ensure Mai's safety."

Sasuke: "Kanetsugu, please stop goading Lord Kenshin."

Kanetsugu: "I'm not goading him. It's just that all of Lord Kenshin's words are right."

Sasuke: "They're just worried about you. Of course, me too."

Mai: "Okay? Thanks."

(I can definitely feel the pressure of them being worried about me.)

As I looked down the street, I caught sight of two familiar figures.

(Is that Kicho and Motonari?)

The sight of their backs as they entered the alley made me tense up.

(I need to find out why they're in Azuchi!)

Mai: "Excuse me, I have to go!"

I bowed to the three of them and ran toward the alley where Kicho and Motonari had disappeared.

After Mai ran off一

Sasuke: "Mai actually left."

Kanetsugu: "It doesn't matter. We'll see each other again later anyway."

Kenshin: "Sasuke, take me to the place that sells Mai's favorite sake."

The three of them went into the bustling streets to carry out their plan.

I thought I was secretly following them, but一

Motonari: "You underestimated us, Princess."

Kicho: "If you can't see that you're being lured in, you'll get hurt sooner or later."

(They caught me!)

They easily spotted me tailing them.

Mai: "I wanted to know why you two are in Azuchi."

Motonari: "Why, huh?"

Kicho: "............"

(I knew they were up to something!)

Kicho: "I swear this much. I won’t do anything to worry you."

Mai: "Huh?"

Kicho: "Today is a day for us to reflect on the past year. There's no need for conflict."

Motonari: "As for me, I'd like to be a little more flashy."

Motonari: "I'll make the party fun so that even a naive princess like you can enjoy it."

Mai: "Party? Me?"

Kicho: "Don't make any unnecessary comments."

Motonari: "I know. See you later, Mai."

Leaving me confused, Kicho and Motonari disappeared into the crowd as soon as they left the alley.

By the time I returned to the main street, the sun was already setting.

Shingen: "Oops, I thought a goddess fell down, but it was just you."

Yukimura: "Please stop hitting on her every time you see her, Lord Shingen."

Shingen: "She's a beautiful princess. It's only natural to hit on her."

Yukimura: "No, it's not natural!"

Yoshimoto: "Hi. What a coincidence, Mai."

Mai: "You're all in Azuchi too!"

(Maybe because it's New Year, but I feel like I'm seeing all the people I know.)

Kennyo: "Even though Azuchi is relatively safe, there are many dangers for a girl to be alone."

Kennyo: "You should go home before it gets late."

Mai: "Kennyo! Did you come to Azuchi with Shingen and the others?"

Kennyo: "No."

Shingen: "We ran into each other on the way. I brought them here by force for a drink."

Yoshimoto: "The more, the merrier."

Yukimura: "Are you shopping?"

Mai: "Yep! I thought I'd make rounds to say hello to everyone and buy some sweets."

Kennyo: "You're still a kind-hearted girl."

Shingen: "You have a beautiful soul. It looks like we'll have a lot of competition next year."

Yoshimoto: "Everyone is attracted to beautiful things."

Yoshimoto: "By the way, I'm interested in your choice of sweets, Mai. Can I go with you?"

Yukimura: "Yoshimoto, you idiot! Don't forget about our plans!"

Mai: "Are you planning a party?"

(It's a little disappointing, but if they have plans, then it can't be helped.)

Yukimura: "Ah, nope, that party is for yo一"

Shingen: "YUKI, we still have a lot of preparation to do, so we should hurry up."

Yoshimoto: "Well then, good luck with your shopping."

Kennyo: "See you soon, Mai."

Mai: "Take care, guys!"

As I watched the four of them leave, the words left by Kennyo caught my attention.

(Wait. What did he mean by "soon"?)

I bought the sweets safely and returned to the castle.

Keiji: "Oh, you're back safe and sound!"

Ranmaru: "Welcome back, Lady Mai!"

Mai: "I'm back! What are you all doing here?"

Nobunaga: "We've been waiting for you."

Mai: "Huh?"

Mitsuhide: "Did you finish your business in town?"

Mai: "Yes! I bought these for you guys."

Ranmaru: "Can I have one too?"

Mai: "Of course! I have one for you, too. I'll give it to you later."

Ranmaru: "Yay! I love you, Lady Mai!"

Keiji: "Hey, hey, don't make her run away, okay?"

Mitsuhide: "You can never be too careful."

Nobunaga: "Oh? You're one to talk, Mitsuhide."

Mitsuhide: "Oops, you hit a sore spot there."

Mai: "Ahem, so you were waiting for me?"

(I wonder if there’s something urgent.)

Nobunaga grinned at me as I tilted my head.

Nobunaga: "Everything is ready just now."

Ranmaru: "All we have to do now is to take you with us."

Keiji: "Yup, yup. We can't start without the star of the show!"

Mitsuhide: "I expect a good reaction, Mai."

(What's that supposed to mean!?)

Keiji: "A picture is worth a thousand words."

Keiji: "Come on, let's go!"

Mai: "Whoa! Wait, Keiji!?"

Mitsuhide: "I'll take care of your stuff."

Ranmaru: "Lord Mitsuhide, that's not fair! I'll take half of the bags."

Nobunaga: "If we make them wait too long, those pesky people might start to make a fuss."

Nobunaga: "Shut up and follow us, Mai."

The warlords took me to the castle's hall.

Mai: "Wow!"

Not only were there sumptuous dishes and a wide variety of sake, but all the warlords I met today were also present in the hall.

Mai: "But why?"

Nobunaga: "We agreed to a temporary truce and prepared a party."

Shingen: "We also wanted to reward you for all the hard work you put in this year."

Kenshin: "Originally, we were going to treat you privately."

Motonari: "If we start talking about it, it will turn into a war that will shake Japan."

Kennyo: "You wouldn't want that kind of conflict."

Kicho: "There's no point talking about it."

Mai: "I see."

(Even though they're enemies, they arranged a surprise party for me.)

Being recognized by the people around me made me feel warm and fuzzy inside.

Keiji: "Now that the star of the show is here, let's party!"

Kennyo: "We all got ready before you got back."

Hideyoshi: "This party is for you, after all."

Sasuke: "We all want you to greet the next year with the biggest smile on your face after working so hard."

Yukimura: "Yeah. You deserve to be rewarded."

Yoshimoto: "Your happiness will give us energy for next year."

Ranmaru: "Yup! That's why we all worked together to prepare for the party."

Mitsuhide: "I didn't expect a common goal would bring us together."

Kanetsugu: "I guess that's how big that 'goal' is."

Mai: "Thank you very much!"

The hall was transformed into a bustling scene, lined with famous products from all over the region, brought by the warlords.

The dishes also smelled good and were carefully prepared, causing my appetite to rumble.

Mai: "So the food Masamune was talking about was for this party."

Yoshimoto: "You can already enjoy it just by looking."

Sasuke: "To enjoy Masamune Date's home-cooked meals is a real treat for a fanboy like me."

Yukimura: "You're talking even weirder than usual."

Mitsunari: "Lord Masamune was in charge of preparing the food the day before."

Masamune: "Yeah, I put a lot of effort into preparing this for a very special woman."

Mai: "..............."

I couldn't stop blushing when Masamune whispered this to me, but一

(H-Huh?)

In just a moment, the air in the hall got tense.

Kanetsugu: "You have no way out of this."

Motonari: "Whether it's treasure or a woman, if you want it, you have to take it. Am I right?"

Kenshin: "I'm going to cut down everything in my way before I let you guys touch her."

Hideyoshi: "Hey, don't draw your sword here! That would defeat the purpose of the truce!"

Ranmaru: "Let's leave the scary people alone and enjoy the food together, shall we? Lady Mai."

Ieyasu: "True. Come on, sit over here."

Shingen: "I don't like you hogging the seat next to her."

The sparks flying between them somehow made me smile in relief.

Kicho: "You're making a lot of noise."

Mai: "Hehe, but it's lively and fun."

(And these people connected with everyone despite being in a turbulent world.)

I straightened my posture and bowed deeply.

Mai: "Thank you all for your help this year!"

Mai: "I look forward to working with everyone again next year."

Nobunaga: "Of course. I have no intention of letting you go as we enter a new year."

Ieyasu: "I'll be happy to take care of you again next year, just don't wander off on your own."

Mitsunari: "It's my pleasure, and I look forward to working with you again next year."

Mitsuhide: "I promise to torment you plenty in the coming year."

Masamune: "It's going to be a fun year with no room for boredom!"

Keiji: "Mai, why don't you make a toast?"

Mai: "Sure!"

Soon, the lively party began.

Embracing the irreplaceable bonds formed over time, we closed the year with smiles as we listened to the New Year's bell ringing in the distance.

-END-

#ikemen sengoku #ikesen jp #ikesen spoilers #ikesen kicho #ikesen kenshin #ikesen kanetsugu #ikesen nobunaga #ikesen mitsuhide #ikesen ieyasu #ikesen yukimura #ikesen masamune #ikesen motonari #cybird #ikesen

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delzinrowe · 1 year ago

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oh geez stef I'm with you here. It's canon. The last gif is canon. It happened. It actually 100% happened but then again, we don't know about it because gege 🙄 yeah 🙄 whatever 🙄 I LOVED THAT GIFFFFF PLEASE NEVER STOP MAKING THEM 🥺 they are so wholesome!! (No pressure though 😭 I'm just fangirling 😂)

Also, I agree with the other anon 100% here, like wtf?! 5? 5? How do people even do that? And like, world population control hello? 😭

( cheesy anon )

Oh I got so many more gifs planned that absolutely 100% happened. Gege just got too lazy and forgor to put it all in.

Yeah, I personally would never want to have kids of my own, but as I said. We’re at different points of our lives and this just shows it. And the fact I was the last one to find out about it apparently, that triggered me.

#stef answers #anonymous #cheesy anon

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toyama-division · 2 years ago

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ARB Birthday Special: Yano Ietsuna

~ January 8th ~

“The world is a looking glass and gives back to every man the reflection of his own face.”

“Yahoo! It’s my birthday! Bring on the presents!”

“Woot, woot! The gifts are already piling in! Thanks buddy!”

Voice Lines:

“Ah, I’m so happy, I might just start crying tears of joy. I’m gonna do my best to hold back though. Don’t wanna ruin anyone’s gift with my gross sobbing.”

“My ma and pops got me cake and some tacky socks. They keep complaining that I’m too hard to buy for, so they’ve given up at this point. My uncle says the same thing too and didn’t bother getting me a gift, but he gave me and the rest of my studio friends money to spend on drinking tonight, haha!”

“Asato senpai you got me a gift?! I-I’m not being dramatic, you’re just being humble like always. Anyways, what did you get me?”

“Woah, little… Stars? Candies you made from fruits on the farm, huh? Man, you didn’t have to do that much for me…W-What? I’m not crying! Shut up! Fucking… Thank you! Now stop judging me with that look, please!”

“I’m fine, old man. Just a bit moved by Asato’s gift… Oh yeah, the pressure is on for you. It’s gonna be hard to beat out senpai’s gift when he put so much thought into it!”

“Woah, this is an amazing light decoration! It’s a simple triangle shape, but it’s filled with little glowing figures… Are those firefly squids? Kensaku this is…! Huh? Look underneath…Oh, that’s why you wanted to get in touch with my uncle. Geez, I gotta thank both of you huh? Yeah I like it! Still doesn’t beat out Asato’s present, but it’s a close second. Thanks, Ken.”

Asato Lines:

“Happy birthday, Yano. You don’t need to shout so dramatically… Here, take this gift.”

“They’re candies gramma and I made from the fruit we harvested in the fall. I spent the time to make them into little stars…I noticed you like looking at them whenever it’s nighttime, so I thought you’d like it, maybe. Some are alcohol-flavored thanks to gramma, so watch out… Yano, you’re crying. Yeah, look. Tears. I’m happy, I think, that you like them. Enjoy them.”

Kensaku Lines:

“Aw, look at how little Yan-Yan is sobbing over his gift. Get moved to it, I got you a gift too! Yeah, it’s going to be hard to beat Asato-kun’s gift, but hey, I tried! Now take it already, you little crybaby!”

“Mhm. Had it specially made by someone we both know. You should check the bottom of the sculpture. Yup, I couldn’t ask you, so I had to ask the next best craftsman I know to help me make this gift. You better give your thanks to him young man. Hey, I’ll gladly take second place. Asato-kun is your best friend anyways. Hm? Oh, it’s no problem Yano. What are teammates for, if not to give each other gifts!”

#hypmic #hypnosis mic #hypnosis microphone #hypmic oc #hypnosis mic oc #hypnosis microphone oc #toyama division #eco boon #yano ietsuna #happy birthday yano 2023 #nugsters art

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kiirotoao · 2 years ago

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S2 rewatch highlights pt 2

Episode 3

AWW Dustin falling asleep reading about reptiles, invested immediately

“I need my paddles!” I quote this too much LOL

Oh the compilation of Hop and El cleaning up and the diorama she makes of it in s4 HJFDJFHHJFJ

Mmm Nancy can’t say, “I love you.” Ends up breaking it off with Steve. Mike can’t say, “I love you” to El until under extreme pressure. Result…?

LOL Mike’s the only one not grossed out by d’Art

Mike is such a good advocate for Will wtf my heart 😭 he just knew exactly what was going on with d’Art. Barely any questions asked.

“Things just can’t go back to the way they were” Hop and Joyce have similar conversations as Jonathan and Nancy this season :,) wow I love the endgame ships

HAHA omg Bob cutting blue and yellow wires. Heck yeah.

I wonder how in the world the video camera can capture the outline of the Mind Flayer - ooh hold on, what if they use video footage to find clues or something next season?? Maybe that can be Jonathan’s role???

Interesting how Mike just misses seeing El a second time! And a third time, twice at the school! Man they were so close to running into each other

“Because you’re annoying!” Mike says, snootily and annoyingly to Max, LMAO. I’m so glad these two got some screen time in s3.

“I’m not gonna hurt you.” DESPITE THAT BEING THE VERY THING HURTING YOU. THE WORLD NEEDS MORE COMPASSION LIKE WILL HAS WTFFFFF

Episode 4

Mike be clutching that walkie-talkie for dear life

The spinning shot of Will being taken is so hauntingly good oh my goihshkkkkd

“But it got me, mom.” THE LITTLE VOICE BREAK HAS SHATTERED ME COMPLETELY HELP GODJJK OMGJGJGLFK

“You put us in danger” awww Hopper is so protective. He’s not just mad at her. He’s mad with her. This isn’t fun for either of them 💔.

El is so relatable right now lmao isolation indeed drives a person mad. She’s so real for her anger and they way in which it manifests with her powers is such a cool use of her character

NANCY OFFERS HOLLY TOAST 🥺

Jancy has a bit of hesitancy but they’re ultimately in it together! I really enjoy the pacing that you can see they’re slowly starting to understand each other but aren’t perfect just yet

Okay quibble like idk if the American school system changed? but I did not learn physiology in 8th grade lmao

Geez just Billy is written so well. Hate him with every single encounter

The psychological repetition and sound with Jonathan and Nancy at the park really gets me ughh the discomfort. They’re so bold to go through with that

Now-memories = tunnel visions

True sight = Upside Down episodes

“Maybe we can help Will.” - Mike’s final words to Lucas and Dustin before he goes to the Byers’ 💙

I love Nancy glaring at Dr. Owens and Jonathan being just 🧍

“I have to stop the truth from spreading, too.” Ooooohhh and the different level of fire in Jonathan and Nancy’s eyes as they behold the gate is so omg I need fanart of them in that scene

Quibble number 2: there is no way in all hell that Hopper and Joyce connected those tunnel drawings in under a day let alone what looked like under an hour, I call bs

MAN the intonation and delivery of the fight between Max and Lucas is just so good. Like the anger could be acted so much differently with subtle differences but something about their back and forth was just great

“We’re family now” NOW, Billy??? Yeah as if she wasn’t your step sister for years before?? Geez and that’s not even the worst part of what he says

Okay I’m crying what the heck, UGH Millie is so good. Those sobs my HEARTTTTTT

“Let’s burn that lab to the ground.” S5 PLEASE LET NANCY COMMIT ARSON ON THE LAB. PLEASE!!!

OH NO skipping the Mews part. RIP buddy. RIP 💔

The tunnel flips upside down and THE CLOCK CHIME OH I GOT THE CHILLS

#st rewatch

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joytraveler · 2 years ago

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33. Sewer Adventure

Strangely this game doesn't have the same name that was listed on the menu screen: the title screen calls the game "Water Way." It also shows a little plumber character who is distinguished by his lighted miner's helmet, plaid shirt, and chinstrap beard with no mustache.

DueyDecimal: A plumber with no stache? Isn't that a violation of some rule?

"I love sewers, I was born in one! See I was a bee that drank some ooze, but, well you know that story. Hey, yeah, maybe he's gotta earn his plumber 'stache. You can't grow that, gotta earn it through battle"

berd_snurglar: true its a whole nother level of stache Llord_Kuruku: An Amish beard is LIKE a mustache HNV: C. Everett Poop

The game starts on the surface, with nowhere to go but down a manhole. This turns out to be the object of the game: go down. Each screen has a number of valves that must be turned on or off, and once the water pressure is restored, a new doorway opens. Some puzzles even require backtracking to change the flow in previous rooms!

Klickitat_Street: Oh, God. The whole game is a Water Temple! SugaGlyda: Or like that one SCP with all the rooms and it just keeps makin' them rooms

"This is kind of cool but jeez, plumbing is complicated! Who'da knew it?"

The fifth room complicates things even more-- the lights are out and Bea needs to find the switch. Luckily it's just a short walk away... but when the lights come on, the MONSTER wakes up!

aroseahorseboy: EYEBALL MAN

"OHHHHHGGGGGGFFFFFF I HATE YOU!! Jesus that scared the fuck out of me! I am out of fuck, thank to this thing!" time to flee from the horrid thing, trying to get from valve to valve

"I knew Sewer Adventure sounded creepy but they lulled us into a false sense of security!"

HNV: Geez, it's like the incarnation of "eyes peering menacingly out of the dark" Glockroach: Yeah sorry i took a big shit earlier that's probably it ate a lot of eyes Syrupentine: Maybe it goes back to sleep when you turn off the light?

"Let's try it out because it's fast and bad and I don't like it"

"Hehe they got a little remains of another plumber on the ground there, that's cute, HELP!!" She searches rabidly for the light switch!

When the lights flick off, all those eyes get heavy, and close one by one. That's the secret! But when the plumber's night light gets too close, they start to drift open again... which is why it's a good thing Bea just figured out how to turn her OWN light on and off.

"Well this is a survival horror now, I kind of dig it actually but I also am easily horrified as you just saw" She slinks away quickly, better get out of here before she wakes it up again

aroseahorseboy: i see where this is going now... it's gonna get darker and scarier as we go on, isn't it darker... and lonelier... and quieter... and BOO!

"Aro stop I'm afraid!"

Baconnaise: the eyes will get you bea. they'll get their gross eye gook allll over you

The next screen down is also dark to start with, but there are two much smaller monsters sleeping on the lower level, with only two or three eyes each... until Bea turns the light on, and it turns out it's just one WIDE monster with two clumps of eyes!

HNV: GLEM DIED again. What the hell does that even mean?

#jtnuggets #bea #berd #llord kuruku #hnv #klickitat street #sugaglydah #aroseahorseboy #glockroach #baconnaise

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lab-trash · 2 years ago

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Peer Pressure Me Into Finishing This

Chapter 2/6- Horace

Tecton wishes he could say that was the only time anything like that happened, but that would be a lie. At this point, it’d been a couple months since that first… whatever the hell that was, and it had become a semi-regular occurrence.

At least once a week they’d meet behind the bar or by the abandoned power plant, and they’d allow all their repressed feelings of buried arousal.

Megahertz tasted burnt, but in a pleasant way. Like campfire smoke, or a fairly burnt marshmallow. He always managed to leave a buzzing feeling on Tecton’s lips and deep into his mouth.

(Megahertz had a habit of starting something with Tecton that he never finished, leaving him to… take care of it at home.)

And this was just normal for them now. They saw each other more often for these random makeout sessions than they did for actual battles anymore, leaving Tecton to thwart other villains like Slaughter Master or Night Strike.

(He enjoyed taking on Night Strike. His nemesis was a literal child. He wasn’t going to allow that, especially when…)

Tecton didn’t know what to make of their relationship. Not that they had a relationship, just like the nature of how they related. Were they going to stop fighting? Was Megahertz going to give up villainy completely due to their new, odd bond? Were they exclusive? Like, was Megahertz going behind Tecton’s back and hooking up with other guys— other heroes too?

(Tecton’s stomach twisted at the thought. He didn’t want that.)

Last week, Megahertz and Tecton had done… more than they usually did. Megahertz shoved Tecton into the power plant, laying him gently on the floor and taking things further.

(Megahertz got really snarky about how much Tecton seemed to anticipate this happening, since he seemed especially prepared.)

The worst part about this though was that every time he had a session at Mighty Med, there was this question.

“Are you sexually active”

Usually Tecton can just say no. Sure, he makes out with a lot of guys, but he rarely ever really had sex with them. Like 1 out of 5.

But now he had to say yes.

And whenever you answered yes to Horace…

“Ooh, is Tecky in a new relationship,” He teased childishly.

“No,” Tecton said bluntly, clearly bitter about the question and its inflection.

“This may make you uncomfortable, but I’m obligated to ask you in what sense,” Horace said, feeling just as awkward as Tecton.

“Uh… receiving,” Tecton answered as quickly and to the point as he could. Horace nodded.

“I wasn’t aware that you were…”

“Gay,” Tecton muttered. “It’s okay, I’m not out. You can’t tell anyone.”

“Doctor-Patient Confidentiality, no problem. So this guy…”

“Oh, geez,” Tecton said, shaking his head, although there was a light smile on his face.

It was kind of nice having a doctor this sassy, playful and friendly. Sure, it could feel a little unprofessional at times, but it also made the sessions feel less pressuring.

“When did you meet?” Horace asked excitedly, like a tweenage girl.

“I’m not exactly sure. It was a long time ago at this point.”

“When did you start…” He just cleared his throat.

“Our first was last week. But we’ve been meeting up for a few months.”

Horace was honestly great. He was easy to talk to, maybe because it felt like talking to an innocent, curious child.

“So, are you gonna ask him out?” He asked.

“You don’t care?” Tecton asked, confusing Horace.

“What?” He asked. “What are you talking about?”

“You don’t care; that I like men?” Tecton elaborated. Horace nodded, now understanding.

“I mean, not especially,” He said. “I love love. All love.”

“Oh,” Tecton said quietly. “Aren’t you like 3000 years old though?”

“Yeah, so?” Horace asked. “To assume I’m homophobic because of my age is ageist,” He said, only half-joking. It pulled a small chuckle out of Tecton.

“Right, right, sorry,” He said.

“Sam— May I call you Sam? Sam, I’m probably the most modern a man can be. I’ve been alive for so long that I’ve learned how to quickly adapt. This though, this has always been a thing. Thousands of years ago, Shakespear, Sappho, Alexander the Great, Elenor Roosevelt. There have always been gay people, Tecton. I’m not so close minded to be homophobic, especially when there are so many other issues than men who love men.”

“Thanks, Horace.”

Horace continued asking questions that pertained to the appointment and ailment. Only when there was silence did Tecton speak up about his situation again.

“You were a hero once, yeah?”

“I like to think of myself as a hero still, but yeah, I was in action once. Why do you ask?” Horace asked. Tecton swallowed.

“Did you ever have confusing emotions toward any of the villains you’ve had to face?” He asked.

He didn’t know how he felt about him, in all honesty. But their situation certainly complicated things more, especially Tecton’s emotions.

“Oh, sure!” Horace answered, as if it were a very common occurrence. “That stuff happens more often than you’d think.”

“Oh.”

“Yes, back in the 20s, you know of Captain Creator?” Tecton nodded. “His mortal enemy, After Shock, died as his husband.”

“Really?”

“Well, technically. Of course, gay marriage wasn’t legal back then,” Tecton said. “But if you’re considering a relationship with a villain, there’s motions you would have to go through.”

Tecton couldn’t help himself.

“Like what?”

“Said villain would have to sign a binding contract making it so he couldn’t harm another person ever again. Non-Consensually at least.” Tecton flushed at the accommodation Horace had added. “The moment he’d try, he’d be taken to Mighty Max prison. And so would you.”

“Oh,” Tecton muttered. “Uh, thanks. I was just wondering.”

“Of course! I’m always happy to help,” Horace said, patting Tecton’s shoulder.

Tecton had no idea if Megahertz was worth the risk.

But he wanted to know.

#techertz #tecton #megahertz #mighty med #samuel alder #horace diaz #lab rats elite force

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the-firebird69 · 9 months ago

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It seems pretty good to me. And it started and we think Moana and Ariana and our approximal midnight and they'll fix the verbage they say that's terrible it never comes out right and do it to me and I get real mad I fix it too. Really though that's nice and he wasn't sure if it would trigger it or not cuz it said they're cutting a check doesn't know what kind of check didn't know it would be from payroll and they do cut it from payroll it's got to be it's kind of to be a snugger about it I mean if you cut it from something else the check isn't necessarily income they're not really thinking that no they were and I'm not sure how much they're thinking about it the pseudo empire they have some problems with these people and sometimes blame my husband and they're pretty big problems and candles the report and says he's swing to the side that will help him and he can't tell what we would do that sounds really absolutely true and what would you do I mean geez but still they had the checks cut and I did verify it and a letter and they're trying to send them and social security and the treasury got to information it really goes to social security directly in from the payroll system and they notify the government because they pay in and it's not a part of the wage but it's part of when you pay someone you have to pay a certain amount to the government for your wages and he said I didn't know that the bonus would have that taken out cuz it's not a wage and it would only work on checks that were missed for hourly wages. And that is what Walter loose sent he can't send a check for LTV but then he works at my loose at the same time and was paid out of payroll so we have to go back to the beginning that check would not necessarily have to be issued from payroll because it's already been declared but then again even though you can't be in two places at the same time it still has to be on the payroll so wondering what that would be cuz that's really the one that would show up the other guys is saying it it's bonuses

Hera

Now this is a question how can you be in the two places the same time and have an equal amount taken out the truth is you can't when they paid him admire luce they neglect the paying for that week and he remembers complaining about it it says I did this little dog and pony show for free to get the job and it's craziness. And he was not paid at all so Walter luce thought he was being clever. And he would put pressure on social security and the treasury department to try and get them out and our son says the last time they did this they stopped social security and put him in the hospital again almost and he was supposed to move but his dad supported him a little bit and it's savings so we're watching out for that and that's what they're up to so they want to put them in the hospital like he put him in the mayo Street place in LA. And they do go there and that's where they belong right according to the max he got really mad and said what does this mean they said they're running these hospitals somehow I don't know who's on the board but if they they Shadow you guys all the time and that is what I think they do he wants to know what it meant they run a second pair of books or follow you around and influencing the decisions you're making all the time on every decision that's what we know they do and he was aghast and sick and said no way and so if you tighten it up you're going to see it you loosen it up you're like this guy Trump he's a screaming banshee no matter what and so he decided to do that recently but yeah I get it it's because of the check it's because he wasn't paid by both and Ken was amazed you said you're getting away with it I said he's doing it to try and have me going hiatus and this motivation and then they want to take over social security and threaten me and that would be you guys but really I don't give me much of a role so he started laughing and said yeah okay and it's true this is really what it is and I see it

Hera

And we're up top but that was Harry and she did a great job it's Hera and she's going to fix the verbage. Hera not the other words. Anyways this big argument going on and whether or not he had them use payroll and stuff and our son says absolutely nothing and doesn't have taxes cut out and it would just be like this liability it looked like I'm working for Churchill and Banks or whatever the hell mayor lose or LTV in California and this time and it would mess up social security in my taxes but that wouldn't work because I didn't work there and I wouldn't cash the check it's not true but it wouldn't be that traceable we've had cash and put it in cash or on a card and we're saying this it's true too he would do that but that's not what they're up to but it might be what Walter Lewis was thinking because now he's got a problem the check went into social security and the treasury and it registered just as I said with all these people and people thought that we were saying the stuff like we do about the population or losses and it's not true and Walter loose did issue a check to him he says it too he remembers getting a check but we know it was like a personal check and he doesn't remember doing that so he wanted to pay him and have him pay him back or something and her son would say I don't think so. That's all but the girl was the one who did it and she did on the payroll machine so he's trying to just write this check and have it sit on his desk and he knew he had a check already and was not going to give it to our son her son says before you knew good you just going to let sit there and who cares and he just went on his business I'll send you here is you laughing and everybody else is not and he's saying this kid tricked me and he says no and also he said this too they can't find the record that he was paid and they thought I was lying and they're going to be getting in trouble and all sudden he got mad cuz he said cut the check and put it on my desk and he is the one who said to go through payroll and I get it too it's in the song

Nuada Arrianna

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paleparearchive · 1 year ago

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My True Self

Rembrandt's 1st initial 3★ story (2/2) ( 1 - 2 )

Location: museum hallway (morning) ; atelier 2 (morning) | Characters: Rembrandt, Van Gogh, Courbet, Hokusai, Aoi/MC

Aoi: Were Rembrandt-san and Hokusai-san there?

Van Gogh: No, I lost them... Where did they go?

Courbet: Probably this way. Look. There's a series of broken pieces of equipment.

Van Gogh: That's amazing! I can't believe they're telling us where they are by the wreckage and not by the bread!

Courbet: Don't be impressed! There's the atelier ahead!

Aoi: Let's hurry! Before everyone's works get destroyed…!

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Aoi: Here…!

Hokusai: Ya can't run away anymore.

Rembrandt: Eeeek…!

Courbet: A-At any rate, both of you, calm down!

Van Gogh: R-Right…! You might destroy the works!

Rembrandt: That's right, I know, but… If I get caught here, I'll be preyed upon by Hokusai-san…!

Hokusai: Nah, I'm not tryna steal or eat anythin'. I just want ya to take me under your wing, aight?

Rembrandt: But... I still think it's a little too much for me to take you as my apprentice, Hokusai-san.

Aoi: (I don't know why, but Rembrandt-san really doesn't want to teach. Then, as the curator, I should be the one to stop him.)

Listen, Hokusai-san. Due to Rembrandt-san's nature, I think it would be difficult for him to make you his apprentice.

Rembrandt: !

Aoi: I think it's a good thing that teaching makes you a better artist… But at this rate, he might not be able to paint well because of the pressure… That's not what you want, right, Hokusai-san?

Hokusai: That's a given. I don't want this guy to not be able to paint either.

Aoi: Then why don't you just paint together?

Hokusai: Well… Yeah, I agree. There's a lot to learn just by lookin' at this guy's paintings.

Rembrandt, sorry I pushed ya into this.

Rembrandt: No… Don't worry about it. You just wanted to become better at painting.

Courbet: Haaah… I guess that settles it.

Van Gogh: I'm glad the paintings didn't get broken! And Rembrandt-san seems miraculously uninjured!

Rembrandt: Everyone, sorry for bothering youuu~

Hokusai: Looks like a ruckus was caused. Who was it?

Van Gogh: No, don't worry! I'm glad things are settled for now!

Rembrandt: You know, after all this fuss… I was really happy that Hokusai-san praised my paintings. In fact, there was an artist who I've been influenced by for the expression of light and shadow…

Hokusai: No way there's such a guy! Who the hell is he?

Rembrandt: I don't know where he is now. Ah. But if you just want the name–

Hokusai: If ya dunno where he is, I'm gonna find him!

Van Gogh: Ah, Hokusai-san, you haven't heard his name yet!

Courbet: That's not the point, that guy will get lost for sure! Geez, he's making us waste time…!

Van Gogh: Miss curator! We're going after him!

Aoi: T-They're gone…

Rembrandt: Hahaha, Hokusai-san is amazing…

… Uhm, Palette-chan. Thank you for earlier. You've been a big heeeelp~

Aoi: You're welcome. But why were you so reluctant to teach him? As Hokusai-san said, your contrasts are wonderful indeed.

Rembrandt: Hmmm… Let's talk about it another time. I'm tired from all the chasiiing~

It's just... It's not a good idea to get involved with me, no matter who it is.

Aoi: Uh? Uhm, Rembrandt-san…?

(He has a different atmosphere from the usual Rembrandt-san…?)

Rembrandt: Ah, that reminds me! Is everything all right? I've been running like crazy up to here.

Aoi: Uhm, when you say all right... You mean the equipment?

Rembrandt: Yup. When I was running away from Mr. Hokusai, I thought I heard a greeeeat noise~

Aoi: (His unawareness is terrifying…)

If you ask me if it's okay, well, it's… not okay at all. We all need to work together to fix it.

Rembrandt: I knew it… I'm sorry, Palette-chan. I'll go fix it right up!

Aoi: Eh, ah… Please wait!

Rembrandt: Woaaah!? It broke agaaaain!

Aoi: Ah… Too late…

(We'll fix it when Van Gogh-kun and the others come back…)

#card tl #card translation #palepare #palepare tl #palette parade #palette parade tl #translation #rembrandt #rembrandt van rijn #3★

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