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[chamomilesweettea]

Working on part 2 of the hermes fanfic i published is the bane of my existence, i have a major of it written down i just dont know how to continue the spicy part 🥀 (the struggles of being asexual)

Sneak peak of it, ignore the fact that im writing it in my notes app its easier for me to do so

[chamomilesweettea]

Worshipping (NSFW-ish) Part 1

EPIC: The Musical!Hermes x AFAB!reader

warnings: sexual themes, not quite smut though, not proof read, pretty tame for part 1, readers gender is not mentioned, though part 2 might have more fem leaning description.

A/N: hello!! Havent written in quite a while my Gods, this was at first written out of pure boredom but then i decided why not shoot my shot and post it. The design i had in mind while writing this is Ximena Natzel’s Hermes, but you could honestly imagine any design honestly.

Things go south after the cut !~

Word count: 1946

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“what in the Gods names…”

That was the first thing you murmured in your sleep deprived state. You could've sworn you only closed your eyes for a few minutes, and the next thing you knew you were woken up by the warm rays of sunlight kissing gently at your skin.

That wasn't what concerned you though, no. It was the fact that you were no longer in your bed, rather than laying down atop of soft almost silk like grass in the dab center of a forest clearing. Trees surrounded you from each side, the sun shining brightly through the thick, green and full treetops, Apollos doing most likely.

You slowly picked yourself off of the ground, trying to make sense of your surroundings whilst dusting yourself off. For what exact reason were you here? How did you manage to get here?

You looked around, inspecting the trees to see if you maybe recognized where you were, but that all fell through. Your confused and frustrated expression must've looked crazy and hilarious to an outsider, which it frankly did.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw movement, too quick for you to register what the creature looked like. Following alongside the said movement you saw, came a muffled giggle, most likely attempted to be concealed but it got the better of whoever sought your situation so funny.

You hastily snapped your head towards your right side from where the sound came from, gouging your eyes to try and spot whoever you were dealing with but you saw nothing. As if on cue the sound of a branch being shook slightly alerted you.

“Up here darling.”

A voice was heard from somewhere higher up the trees, a fit of giggles following short after. Your attention quickly snapped up, quickly spotting the man who sat atop one sturdy branch, clearly amused by the looks of his expression.

“Hermes?”

Your voice came off more dumbfounded than confused, now more aware that you weren't alone at all.

“Oh and here i thought you forgot about me already, darling”

He responded, shifting to fly down from the tree, stopping to float just a fair distance away from you.

“What exactly do you want from me?”

Your tone held a bit of edge and spite to it, now convinced that he's the culprit who has dragged you out into the open.

“What?~ Can't a God just want to visit one of his oh so devoted mortals?~”

Hermes dragged his words, feigning innocence which he immediately dropped with a laugh as soon as he caught your unconvinced face.

“Well…~ You're here to pay me back of course!”

He exclaimed rather joyfully, though it caught you off guard, majorly. Your expression shifted to something more of confusion, hand subconsciously moving to fix your hair that the slight breeze ruffled up.

“Pay you back ? We made no deals Hermes.”

Your voice and naivety apparently amused him greatly, cause in response he gave something between a laugh and a scoff.

“Have you already forgotten? You owe me little one, the time you oh so decided to steal from the suitors out of spite?~”

Oh

…..

Oh.

Your brain short circuited for a moment, how could you forget? You only managed to get away with stealing from the pathetic excuses of men, Queen Penelope's suitors, was because Hermes had helped you, in which you now owed him a favor of his liking. Anything and everything.

“You seem a little quiet there birdie, don't tell me you did forget?”

Hermes shot you an amused grin, but before you could open your mouth to plead your case, his feet lowered down onto the ground, now standing in front of you. Your form went rigid from the fact that he was still towering over you, even when down on the ground.

“Anyway~ I’ve decided that i want that favor returned now, and i have the perfect thing in mind..~”

Hermes’ voice dropped lower near the end, his hand moving to slide off his chiton, which by now was barely covering his chest seeing that it hung on one shoulder and off the other, slowly pulling it down to bunch up at his waist. Amidst his actions his face held a grin whilst he took slow steps towards you.

It took so much willpower not to show any emotion or gawk at him, you just took a step back each time he moved closer, your words dying down in your throat as your eyes darted around, looking anywhere but at him.

At your reaction he stopped his pacing a foot from you, letting out a laugh at your disheveled expression and plopped down to sit on the ground. With a flick of his fingers he materialized a vile of some sorts, which held a rich olive color, olive oil.

You stopped your movement in confusion, slightly tilting your head at what exactly he wanted from you, and why did he need olive oil for it. As if reading your thoughts, he spoke up once more to snap you out of your trance.

“Simple is all, i want a massage~”

He shrugged his shoulders in a nonchalant sense, playing with the vile of olive oil in his hand as he waited for you to say something.

You just stared at him, eyebrows knitted together as you crossed your arms.

“I'm not doing that.”

You shortly responded, barely uttering out a word because of the initial shock of his earlier shenanigans still active.

“I'm not sure if you understood correctly little dove, you owe me this, meaning you have no say in if you agree or not~”

Hermes replied, casually throwing the vile into your direction and watching you stumble to catch it so it doesn't break with an amused expression. As you held the vile in your hand you could only stare as the olive oil swished inside of it, letting out a little huff at his antics before looking down at him once more.

“And why in Apollo's name do you of all people need a massage, i thought Gods never get exhausted nor hurt?”

You questioned, moving to sit down behind him and popping the vile open. He in response gave a hum.

“Yeah but it's hilarious to make you mortals do things like this”

You couldn't see his face but you could feel his smug smirk even from behind him, oh how badly did you want to dump the olive oil all over his head.

You stayed quiet after that, pouring out some of the oil onto your hand and placing the vile down safely. You lathered your hands in said liquid before hesitantly moving to touch his back.

“I thought i asked for a massage, not for a cooling off session hm?~”

Hermes jested at the fact that your hands were cold against his warm back, you hadn't quite started doing anything, more so getting the courage to move your hands instead of keeping them in one place. You genuinely hoped that he could feel the glare you were giving him just about now.

After a few moments you started moving your hands across the tight muscles on his back, rubbing in circular motion mimicking the act of giving a massage. You could say that the olive oil was a big help, helping you glide your hands instead of harshly creating a burning and painful friction from just dry skin on skin contact. You started off with kneading the flesh at the base of his neck before going lower and lower from time to time. Your fingers lightly grazing his spine, to which each time he shuddered the slightest bit. After a while you deemed the job good enough, being glad that this was over, but Hermes apparently had something else in mind.

“Hey woah, where do you think you're going darling?~”

He teased as you got up from sitting behind him, you picked up the vile before you responded.

“I gave you your massage?”

To which he snickered, grabbing your wrist before pulling you down in front of him.

“Who said you were done? You still have work to do~”

Hermes’ tone implied a whole lot more, it took you awhile to realize that he wanted you to really massage him, and by that he meant everywhere. You didn't quite realize that the whole time you were gazing at him up and down until he snapped his fingers in front of your face.

“I know i'm blessed and all, darling, but eyes are up here~”

He teased you, and that's mostly what got you flustered all of a sudden. Your composure had been kept up until now, and goddamnit why did he have to say that while he was looking at you like that?

You just gave off a scoff before opening the vile once more, in the meantime he leaned back onto his elbows as you lathered your hands in the same olive colored liquid from before. You moved a bit closer to him, unsure of how exactly to approach this.

“Don't be shy birdie, i don't bite unless you make me~”

He gave you a wink, to which you shot him a look before leaning just the tiniest bit over him. Hands trembling as you tried your best to not linger in any area of his front for too long, fingers smoothly gliding and spreading the olive oil across his chest and lower. You took your sweet ass time whilst doing so, but you also took your time to actually look at him.

From the way his tan skin felt hot under your touch, glistening covered in olive oil underneath the streams of sunlight daring to peek and glow against him. His stomach which flexed slightly underneath your touch, feeling smooth but hard to the touch. To his plump but strong chest, the way it was accentuated underneath the beaming sun, and how the olive oil added depth and glow to it, and how his pert n-

A snort made you snap out of your daze, looking up at Hermes who had an eyebrow raised, hidden in the shadow of his hat the same way his eyes were, but the grin he was giving you, oh Gods-

“You were staring you know?”

His voice filled your ears like a melody, you then realized that you hadn't moved your hands from his chest in quite a bit, too lost in admiring him. You gave off a flustered cough before continuing with massaging his front without saying anything. Though seemingly the Gods were not on your side this time, in that moment you realized how naked and vulnerable he actually was underneath your fingertips. His chiton was the only thing covering his lower half, though only by a little since the top of it was scrunched around his waist.

Seemingly you got sidetracked once more hence the fact that his hand was now reaching out to hold you by your jaw as you froze in place, one hand against his hard warm chest as the other had you supported while leaning forward.

“You keep getting distracted darling, do we have a problem, hm?”

His voice, oh Gods his voice- it was more beautiful than any melody you have heard, the way he was grinning, the way his eyes were hidden by his hat, and the way he was now leaning close to your face.

“Mmm, maybe i have underestimated what you could be good for, for i have gotten a new idea on how you can repay me..~”

Hermes absolutely knew what he was doing, and you absolutely knew what was ought to happen.

Well fuck.

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[chamomilesweettea]

Chapter 3 | No masterlist yet! Will be added soon. All chapters can be read without context to the last.

Tags: Comedy, slight "fluff", it's all random

Words: 4,7k

Beta Reader: @splatting-stampede

It was around three in the morning when the world was asleep. The silence stretched across the Blacksite, spreading a rare calmness and total peace. Most of it's residents lay in their rooms deep in sleep. But that serenity didn't last.

A loud noise pierced through the quiet, the screech of a siren ripping them from their beds. Moments later, an announcement blared over the intercom, loud and obnoxious.

"Welcome to the Magnificent Matchmaker Matchmaking Game Show!"

Violet’s sweet voice echoed through the rooms straight from the intercom, now unusually perky with a motivation that no one had ever heard from her before.

Before anyone could so much as groan in protest, the lights flickered off, plunging them into total darkness. The confusion lasted only a second, though, as the lights came back on with a dazzling array of colors. Somehow, against all logic and sense, everyone found themselves seated in the community room. Some were definitely suffering from the sudden change of atmosphere while others were perfectly fine and up for some action.

Gone were the usual furnishings. Instead, the place was transformed into a full-blown game show set. A massive stage took up one end of the room, festooned with blinking lights and shiny decorations. A generic, upbeat game show tune played in the background, though no one could figure out where it was coming from. Yet it sounded like something that had a copyright.

Violet was happily swimming in a small pool set up in the middle of the stage, while Asterion stood next to her, looking utterly unamused as usual. He stared at the audience—or rather, the unwilling participants—arms crossed and eyes narrowed. It seemed even his constant glare couldn’t put a dent in Violet’s enthusiasm.

“You probably wonder how you all got here!” Violet announced, waving a hand dramatically in the air as if she had all the answers. “But no worries! We don’t know either!”

The crowd was scattered across the room, some seated in tacky plastic chairs, others mysteriously floating in small pools of water that had popped up out of nowhere. Asterion sighed audibly, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Hanako was suspended midair in some wires and had to be saved by Sasha and Cordelia, while Orisis somehow wound up floating in a kiddie pool. Yuri, who had been half-asleep just moments ago, rubbed his eyes and tried to process the sudden chaos. And then there was Tapu... squished inside a vending machine, wedged in there so tightly that no one knew how or why.

“How did I end up—” Tapu groaned, her voice muffled as she tried to move but failed. “Who thought this was a good idea?”

Cordelia raised her hand, grinning. “I thought it was genius.”

Asterion glared. “Do we really need a gameshow for this?”

Violet giggled, ignoring the complaints. “Now, now, it’s all in the name of love!” She struck a pose, splashing a little water in Asterion’s direction, which made him flinch.

“I didn’t sign up for this,” Yuri muttered, looking around for a possible escape route. But the blinking lights and strange pools seemed to have trapped everyone in their designated spots.

Painter’s voice chimed in from somewhere. “This is highly illogical.”

The lights dimmed suddenly, and a spotlight illuminated the stage. Violet’s voice was suddenly over the top with excitement.

“And now, for the first round! Let’s meet our lovely contestants!

Bright spotlight came down as the rest of the light went off, shining on a fine group of selected people, highlighting the “elected” people.

Cyrus.

Yuri.

Roxy.

Cheshire.

René

and Allo.

Osiris looked like she was seconds away from throwing a fit. “I’m not a contestant, I’m going back to bed.”

But no one was moving.

Violet grinned wider, as if she was feeding off the group’s growing discomfort. “Let the matchmaking begin!”

As the lights blinked back on, the stage glistened with vibrant colors. Violet, still leisurely swimming in her pool, smirked. “Alright, folks! Our first game is about to begin! The Magnificent Matchmaker mini-games will test the bonds of our totally random pairings!” She winked playfully at the audience.

Asterion stood to the side, holding up a large wheel. “Spin the wheel of fate!” he shouted dramatically, giving it a push. [He got paid by Violet to do so.] The contestants watched with varying degrees of interest—or dread.

First up: Cyrus and Yuri.

“Welcome, our first pair!” Violet cheered, throwing her arms up dramatically as confetti popped in the air. “The wheel has spoken, and it’s chosen... the Blindfolded Obstacle Course!”

Yuri’s eyebrow raised, a look of mild disbelief crossing his face, while Cyrus rolled his eyes, muttering, “Oh great, another one of these ridiculous games where I end up either drenched or covered in something sticky. This better not involve slime... again.”

The course was an absurd masterpiece of chaos. Inflatable hammers swung wildly in the air, foam noodles jutted out from every angle like some kind of demented car wash, and in the middle? A massive pit of squeaky rubber ducks—because, why not?

“Alright, blindfolds on!” Violet chirped. The moment the blindfolds were secured, Yuri sighed, knowing full well how this was going to end. He was supposed to direct Cyrus through the chaos while he himself tried to avoid cracking up.

“Okay, take a step forward,” Yuri instructed calmly.

Cyrus took a hesitant step.

“Now, left. No, your other left, genius,” Yuri corrected, barely containing his laughter.

Cyrus stumbled dramatically over the rubber ducks, sending them flying in every direction. “This is so unnecessary,” he groaned, batting away a squeaky duck that somehow ended up on his shoulder.

"Unnecessary? No, this is art!" Yuri said, giggling as Cyrus was promptly smacked in the face by a foam noodle, which sent him reeling straight into an inflatable hammer. The hammer bounced back, as if offended, and swung again, catching him on the backside.

The crowd erupted into laughter as Cyrus waved his arms frantically. “Why is everything attacking me? What did I do to deserve this?”

“Probably something in a past life,” Yuri quipped, trying not to double over as Cyrus knocked into yet another inflatable hammer, only for it to trigger a cascade of rubber ducks falling from above, showering him in a squeaky avalanche.

“This… is… so stupid,” Cyrus grumbled through clenched teeth, fighting his way out of the duck pit. The audience was in stitches, tears rolling down their faces.

“I dunno, you look like you’re having fun,” Yuri called, dodging an inflatable hammer himself. “Maybe we’ll get lucky and the next round will be an obstacle course of noodles. Oh wait... you already got hit by those.”

Cyrus could only groan in response, already mentally preparing to file this moment away under “reasons I need new friends.”

Next up: Roxy and Cheshire.

“The wheel has chosen... Synchronized Plate Spinning!” Violet announced with far too much enthusiasm as the spotlight swung over to Roxy, who was already glaring daggers at Cheshire.

“This is not gonna end well, is it?” Cheshire muttered, instinctively ducking as if Roxy’s glare might actually manifest into something sharp.

Roxy crossed her arms, clearly unimpressed. “Of all the idiotic games, we get this?”

“I mean, how hard can it be?” Cheshire asked, smiling nervously. “Just spin some plates. No big deal, right?”

The moment the plates were handed to them, however, Roxy’s competitive side kicked in. With a flick of her wrist, she spun the first plate flawlessly, watching it whirl on the stick with alarming precision. Cheshire, on the other hand, was having less success. His plate wobbled like a toddler on a sugar rush, crashing to the floor within seconds.

“Seriously?” Roxy snapped, already spinning her second plate. “How are you this bad? We’re supposed to be a team!”

Cheshire fumbled to pick up another plate, muttering, “Oh yeah, because plate-spinning is something I trained for my whole life. Totally normal skill set.”

Roxy growled, spinning yet another plate with perfect precision while Cheshire’s second attempt wobbled dangerously. “Can’t you at least try to keep one in the air?”

“I’m trying! My hands are shaking, I don’t know what’s happening!” Cheshire cried, holding up his trembling hands in defeat. The audience roared with laughter as another plate slipped from his grip, rolling across the stage like a rogue frisbee.

Roxy rolled her eyes. “You had one job, Cheshire. One job.”

“Well, I didn’t sign up for a plate-spinning circus act!” Cheshire protested, nearly dropping another plate as it teetered on the edge of disaster. “Who even came up with this game? Was this some intern’s fever dream?”

“Stop talking and spin!” Roxy barked, now balancing four plates with laser focus, while Cheshire was chasing his third broken plate across the stage.

The crowd couldn’t get enough. Cheshire’s frantic attempts to keep a single plate airborne were met with roars of laughter, while Roxy looked ready to throw a plate at him at any second.

"Are we sure this is a team event?" Cheshire asked, juggling his last chance plate. "Because it feels like you’re auditioning for a solo act over there."

Roxy shot him a look that could’ve melted steel. “At this rate, I might as well be.”

Finally, René and Allo.

The wheel clicked into place and landed on… Underwater Dance Dance Revolution Battle!

Allo stared at the screen in disbelief. “A dance battle? Underwater? This is an insult to my dignity.”

René, however, couldn’t have been more excited. His fin tail flicked happily, and he spun in the water with exaggerated flair, miming dance moves to show off his enthusiasm. He gave Allo a thumbs-up and wiggled his fingers toward the platform, as if saying, Come on, it’ll be fun!

Allo sighed dramatically. “I’m only doing this because I have an image to maintain. If anyone gets a picture, I’m suing.”

René grinned even wider, his face gleaming with excitement as the music kicked in, bubbles floating up around them. The platforms lit up with colorful arrows, and René was instantly in sync, moving gracefully through the water, hitting every step as if he’d been born for this moment.

Allo, on the other hand, was floundering—quite literally. His attempts at following the arrows were slow and stiff, his limbs awkwardly flailing as he struggled to keep up. The audience couldn’t stop laughing, especially when René gave him an exaggerated ‘come on!’ gesture, encouraging him to let loose.

“Why am I even here?” Allo muttered under his breath as he barely managed to hit a step, causing bubbles to rise up around him in frustration. “This game is a crime against everything I stand for.”

René, in contrast, was having the time of his life. He flipped through the water, performing exaggerated moves, waving his arms like a conductor, all while keeping perfect rhythm. At one point, he even paused mid-step to give Allo an encouraging nod and an exaggerated ‘you’ve got this!’ gesture.

Allo rolled his eyes but begrudgingly tried to match René’s enthusiasm, though his moves were nowhere near as fluid. His attempts were more like a slow shuffle than actual dancing. “This is ridiculous,” he grumbled, narrowly avoiding hitting his head on a glowing arrow. “No one told me we’d be dancing and drowning.”

René chuckled silently, twirling in the water, his body moving with the music like a natural. He even threw in a playful spin, pointing to Allo as if challenging him to follow suit.

Allo just shook his head. “Not happening.” He wobbled through another set of arrows, completely off-beat, while René was already planning his grand finale—finishing with a dramatic spin and bow, bubbles swirling around him like confetti.

As the final beat hit, René struck a victorious pose, while Allo just floated there, exhausted, hands on his knees. “I am never doing that again.”

René shot him a playful splash, his grin saying, Come on, admit it—you had fun. Allo just groaned, but there was a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

As the Magnificent Matchmaker games continued, more characters gathered around the stage, eager to watch the chaos unfold. Cordelia was the first to start clapping excitedly, bouncing on her feet as she cheered. “Cyrus, you got this! Don’t let the ducks take you down!” She was clearly loving the absurdity of the whole thing.

Painter, who had somehow been wheeled into the room on his trusty catering cart, buzzed in amusement, the screens on his interface displaying a delighted emoji. “This is beyond logical comprehension, but I must admit, it’s highly entertaining,” he mused, watching Cyrus trip over yet another duck.

Nick was also enjoying the show, leaning against a vending machine—thankfully not the one Tapu was stuck in—while snickering at Cheshire’s struggles with the plates. “I never thought I’d see the day Roxy would be this patient with someone. Is she finally mellowing out?”

“Yeah, right!” Allo, who had just managed to get out of the water after the disastrous dance battle, chuckled as he squeezed more water off his pants. “She’s probably planning how to fling one of those plates at him when this is over.”

Garpol, perched on a chair near the back, gave an exaggerated thumbs-up as Roxy barked at Cheshire, “Stop fumbling like a child!” She raised her plastic cup in the air, grinning. “This is quality entertainment, guys!”

Cheshire, trying to balance his plate, shot her a frustrated look as another one went wobbling off the stick. “I’m trying, okay? Not all of us are natural circus performers!”

From a distance, Security and Hanako floated in the nearby water, watching the chaos unfold. Hanako, though usually shy, couldn't help but giggle every time Cheshire got more flustered. She covered her mouth, eyes twinkling as he nearly knocked over the entire stand of plates. Security gave a quiet nod of approval when Yuri successfully directed Cyrus through another set of obstacles without getting smacked by flying foam noodles. The rare sight of calm amid the madness made him raise a brow, impressed.

Even Sasha had found a spot in the audience, seated off to the side with her notebook open. She scribbled furiously, muttering to herself. “This could definitely be a new form of team-building,” she noted, eyes flicking between the disasters unfolding before her. “Maybe without the inflatable hammers, though. Liability issues…”

As Cheshire tripped over a rubber duck and tumbled into the pit, Roxy threw her hands up in frustration. “Unbelievable! How are you this bad?”

Garpol, still sipping from her cup, let out a booming laugh. “Don’t worry, Cheshire! I’ve seen worse attempts… but only barely!”

Hanako’s giggling grew louder, while Security gave a rare half-smile. Even Sasha paused in her notes, shaking her head in amusement. "Yeah," she muttered, "definitely needs some workshopping."

A sudden cheer erupted from the audience when René, now away from Allo, decided to turn the tables. He grabbed one of the discarded inflatable hammers and charged toward the stage. This was a try for escape.

“René! No weapons!” Violet chided from the pool, though her grin suggested she didn’t really mind the escalating madness.

Cordelia laughed louder, practically jumping up and down now. “This is amazing! Can we do this every week?”

Painter chimed in. “I will require a more stable body for future participation, but I am intrigued by the competitive potential.”

The room buzzed with laughter and cheers as the gameshow continued, with Nautilea now holding up scorecards and Sasha desperately trying to organize the chaos on paper. Even Sebastian, who had shown up late with a piece of lettuce still stuck to his hair from the earlier WcWonalds debacle, was starting to crack a smile as Roxy tried—and failed—to restrain herself from launching a plate at Cheshire’s head.

“Next round, let’s go!” Violet’s voice echoed, her pool swirling dramatically as she splashed in excitement.

Everyone in the room, from Tapu still trapped in the vending machine to those scattered in plastic chairs, was caught up in the delightful mayhem that was the Magnificent Matchmaker game show.

Just as the chaos of the Magnificent Matchmaker gameshow reached its peak, with René wielding his inflatable hammer and Roxy on the verge of losing her cool at Cheshire, a loud creaking noise echoed from the stage. The lights flickered again, and suddenly, a trapdoor in the center of the stage opened with a dramatic whoosh.

Everyone froze, eyes widening as a mysterious figure slowly rose from the trapdoor, bathed in blinding neon lights. It was… A giant, inflatable penguin.

The room went silent, save for Painter, who buzzed in confusion. “This plot development was… not within the range of possibilities I calculated.”

The giant penguin, at least 8 feet tall and wearing a shiny bowtie, stood completely still for a moment. Then, a voice crackled through the speakers. “WELCOME, COMPETITORS! I AM YOUR REAL MATCHMAKER HOST!”

Violet, still swimming in her pool, looked just as baffled as everyone else. “Uh, excuse me? What’s going on here?”

The penguin’s eyes glowed a strange red as it pointed dramatically at the group. “I HAVE BEEN HIDING IN THIS COMMUNITY FOR YEARS, WAITING FOR THE PERFECT TIME TO EMERGE. NOW, THE TIME HAS COME… FOR A DANCE-OFF!”

The audience collectively gasped. Nick dropped his plastic cup. Sasha dropped her notebook. Tapu, still stuck in the vending machine, let out a muffled cry of “What?!”

Cordelia was the first to recover, jumping to her feet with a gleeful grin. “I knew this would get even better! A penguin dance-off? Count me in!”

The penguin clapped its flippers, and suddenly, upbeat disco music blared from the speakers. A large disco ball dropped from the ceiling, and the stage transformed into a shimmering dance floor, complete with flashing lights and glitter.

Cyrus blinked, turning to Yuri. “Are we seriously about to have a dance-off with a penguin?”

Yuri, deadpan, shrugged. “I guess we are. Let's do it.”

Before anyone could argue or question it further, the penguin started busting out the most ridiculous dance moves ever seen—moonwalking, breakdancing, and even doing the worm. It was both mesmerizing and absurd. The audience couldn’t stop laughing, some holding their sides in pain.

Roxy, still holding a plate, groaned. “I’m not dancing with a penguin. That’s where I draw the line.”

Cheshire, grinning, nudged her with his elbow. “Oh come on, where’s your sense of fun?”

In a surprising turn of events, Violet joined from her pool, dripping wet but fully ready. “I’m up for it,” she announced, joining the penguin on the dance floor. With zero hesitation, she started mimicking the penguin’s moves, flailing her arms and wiggling her hips.

The audience erupted into wild cheers. Even Sebastian, still standing at the entrance covered in remnants of the WcWonalds wrap, shook his head and frowned. “I don’t know what’s happening anymore, but I'm too old for this.”

Within minutes, nearly everyone had joined in, from René spinning his inflatable hammer like a baton to Nautilea carefully executing perfect dance moves while keeping her eyes closed. Even the vending machine rattled as Tapu tried to dance inside it.

The penguin, clearly the reigning champion of the dance floor, threw in a final spin before pointing at the crowd. “THE WINNER… IS… EVERYONE! YOU ALL HAVE MATCHMAKING DANCE MOVES OF LEGEND!”

The crowd roared in laughter and applause. Cordelia, now wearing an oversized pair of disco glasses she’d found somewhere, raised her hands in victory. “Best. Gameshow. Ever!”

As the music finally died down and the lights dimmed, the inflatable penguin slowly retreated back into the trapdoor, leaving everyone bewildered yet strangely satisfied.

“Well,” Allo said, dusting himself off as he climbed out of the hole he’d descended from earlier, “I’m never going to forget this.”

“Neither will I,” Painter hummed, his screen now displaying a tiny pixelated penguin doing a dance.

After the unforgettable penguin dance-off, Violet was still wiping away tears, her cheeks red from laughing too hard. "Alright, alright, let’s get back on track!” she managed between giggles, straightening up. “Our next challenge for our pairs is… Improvisation Theatre!” Her voice practically sang with excitement. “Each pair will reach into the box and act out whatever scenario they pull! Only the best emotional performance will win!”

The audience erupted in cheers as the Mystery Box—a giant, glittering cube covered in sequins—was dramatically rolled onto the stage. The box sparkled obnoxiously under the stage lights, and Violet gave it a loving pat as if it was her own child.

“Roxy and Cheshire, you're up first!” Violet announced, grinning.

Roxy stepped forward, already rolling her eyes. “This better not be as ridiculous as the last game.”

Cheshire leaned in and whispered, “There’s no way this could be worse, right?”

Without missing a beat, Roxy reached into the box and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper. She unfolded it slowly, eyes narrowing. “Oh no. No way.” She held it up for Cheshire to read, and his face broke into a horrified grin.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Cheshire said, laughing nervously.

“You’re a pair of disgruntled chefs arguing over a ruined soufflé!” Violet chirped.

Roxy groaned, already regretting everything. But a part of her—the competitive part—was determined to crush it.

Taking a deep breath, she dove into character, turning on Cheshire with a scowl. “How could you let it fall?” she snapped, slamming her imaginary whisk on the table. “You had one job, Cheshire!”

Cheshire’s eyes widened as he got into it. He threw his hands in the air. “I told you the oven was broken! You didn’t listen! I’m a genius, not a magician!”

The audience was in stitches as Roxy stepped closer, wagging an imaginary spatula in his face. “A genius? You can’t even crack an egg without messing it up!”

Cheshire’s mouth fell open in mock horror. “I’m the one who INVENTED cracking eggs! You were too busy burning the sauce!”

Roxy was getting into it now. “The sauce? That was a masterpiece! Unlike your souffle, which looked like a pancake!”

Just as things were heating up (pun intended), Cheshire, in a fit of dramatic rage, pretended to grab the souffle and threw it on the ground. “That’s it! I’m done!” he yelled.

The crowd went wild as Roxy screamed, tackling him to the floor in a theatrical brawl. Plastic plates and fake utensils went flying everywhere as they rolled across the stage, still "fighting" over their ruined dish.

Violet was crying with laughter. “Okay! Okay! I think we’ve got it—next pair, please!”

Yuri and Cyrus stepped up next, and Yuri cautiously pulled out their scenario. He read it aloud, trying to keep a straight face. “You’re stranded on a deserted island, and there’s only one coconut left.”

Cyrus sighed dramatically. “Of course. Because this game wasn’t already bad enough.”

Yuri got right into it, falling to his knees in front of Cyrus. “Please, just one bite of the coconut. I’ll do anything!” He clutched Cyrus’s arm in mock desperation.

Cyrus crossed his arms, glaring down at Yuri. “You think I’m sharing this with you? You didn’t even help find the coconut!” He paused dramatically, then added, “And your sandcastle was terrible.”

Yuri gasped in exaggerated shock. “I built that sandcastle for US! How could you?”

Cyrus shrugged. “I’m eating the coconut, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

In a sudden, theatrical twist, Yuri leaped at Cyrus, pretending to wrestle him for the imaginary coconut. They rolled across the stage, shouting, “It’s mine! No, mine!”

Before they could declare a winner, René and Allo’s turn arrived. René silently reached into the box, pulling out their scenario: “You’re two space explorers who discover an alien petting zoo.”

René beamed, instantly miming floating in zero gravity, pretending to pet imaginary aliens. He tugged Allo along, motioning for him to follow. Allo gave a resigned sigh, but before he could join in, René mimed being attacked by a wild alien, sending him into an exaggerated, flailing panic.

Allo, clearly done with this, crossed his arms and stood there while René was pretend-wrestling with an invisible alien creature. The audience was howling as René acted out the struggle, trying to pet the alien and getting knocked over in the process. Allo just shook his head, not even bothering to join the scene anymore.

Suddenly, without warning, the prop spaceship set on stage—meant for decoration—tipped over with a loud crash, sending debris flying across the floor. Roxy and Cheshire were still on the ground pretending to brawl, while Yuri and Cyrus were mid-tug-of-war over the “coconut.” Now everyone was entangled in the chaos, tripping over the fallen props.

Violet, barely keeping her composure, waved her hands. “Okay! I think that’s enough improv for today! Stay tuned for more Magnificent Matchmaker madness… if we can get the set back up!”

Angela, sitting in the middle of the mess, sights loudly, pulling Amilia close on her lap as they both rested in the water. “This is not a matchmaking show…or an acutal gameshow.

As the stage descended into complete chaos, Violet could barely contain her laughter, wiping tears from her eyes. Plastic plates were everywhere, Roxy and Cheshire were still dramatically brawling on the floor, René was tangled in imaginary alien tentacles, and Allo stood watching it all with a look of exasperated defeat. Meanwhile, Cyrus and Yuri had knocked over half the set in their coconut tug-of-war.

And then, like a mother hearing her children break something valuable, Angela stepped onto the stage, hands on her hips, glaring at the mess before her.

“Enough!” she shouted, her voice cutting through the noise like a whip. The chaos instantly paused. Roxy froze mid-headlock on Cheshire, René stopped flailing in his imaginary alien battle, and Cyrus quickly dropped the “coconut” like it was burning his hands.

Angela sighed deeply, rubbing her temples. “What on earth is going on here? This is a gameshow, not a wrestling ring, a space opera, or whatever catastrophe that was,” she said, pointing at René, who gave her a sheepish grin.

“And you,” she added, glaring at Allo, “don’t just stand there watching the disaster unfold. Help fix it!”

Allo, realizing it was better not to argue with Angela, immediately bent down to start picking up the fallen props. Everyone else scrambled to clean up, casting guilty glances at Angela, who crossed her arms and watched like a disapproving parent.

“Honestly,” Angela muttered, shaking her head. “You’re all adults. Act like it.”

The stage was slowly getting back to order when Cordelia entered the scene, absentmindedly floating across, clearly unaware of the chaos she was stepping into. She spotted Sebastian, who had just walked onto the stage, looking as though he’d missed the entirety of the improvised madness.

“Sebastian!” Cordelia called, making her way over to him with her usual graceful yet chaotic energy. “I was just—”

But before she could finish her sentence, one of the stage’s fallen props—an actual very real coconut—rolled right in front of her. Cordelia, distracted, tripped over it and stumbled forward.

In a split second, she collided with Sebastian, sending them both tumbling to the floor in an awkward, tangled mess. Cordelia, wide-eyed, ended up face-to-face with him—lips brushing his.

The entire room went silent.

For a moment, nobody moved. Roxy and Cheshire, frozen mid-brawl, exchanged wide-eyed glances. Yuri and Cyrus looked at each other, eyebrows raised in disbelief. Even René, still pretending to wrestle his imaginary alien, paused, watching in stunned amusement.

Cordelia’s face turned bright red as she quickly pulled back, her hands covering her mouth in shock. “I—I didn’t—” she stammered, completely flustered.

Sebastian, equally wide-eyed, blinked, clearly not expecting his day to take this particular turn. He sat up slowly, his hand still on his face, looking at Cordelia with a mix of surprise and confusion.

Angela, however, was not impressed. She massaged her temples again, shaking her head with a long-suffering sigh. “This is exactly what I’m talking about,” she muttered under her breath.

Violet, unable to help herself, burst out laughing. “Well, folks,” she said, trying to contain her giggles, “I think that is the perfect note to end on. Who knew the Magnificent Matchmaker show would bring us so much drama? Stay tuned for more… and maybe more unexpected kisses!”

As the credits rolled, the audience’s laughter echoed through the stage, while Sebastian and Cordelia, both still blushing furiously, avoided eye contact.

[chamomilesweettea]

STREAMER AU!!

SNEAK PEAK TIME FOR NEXT CHAPTER TOMORROW. HAPPY 600 FOLLOWER SPECIAL ✨️

[there was supposed to be a phone call with Painter's VA at the beginning but the poor man is busy with private life, so we get that one later in the future 🙌🏻 (it already is commissioned and was meant to be in here)]

[Edit: This artwork was an private comission specifically made for the streamer au as well! Credits to Usagi Ume on Fiverr]

[chamomilesweettea]

Sebastian scowled deeply, his broad, muscular frame wedged uncomfortably into a plastic chair. A certain blue-haired menace had shoved him into it with no concern for his dignity—or the fact that his sensitive tail was now crammed awkwardly against the hard plastic. His back screamed in protest, and all Sebastian could think of was how much he wanted a brick—preferably two—to hit Sasha square in the face.

“Anyways, that’s why we’re here,” Sasha concluded her rambling monologue, sipping cold instant coffee as if it were the finest brew. She perched on her own plastic chair, clipboard on her lap, annoyingly comfortable. Why? Because she had a pillow. A pillow that Sebastian was now actively fantasizing about smothering her with.

“What?” Sebastian growled, trying to focus despite the torture device they called a chair. He hadn’t been listening, not really. The only thing he cared about was why in the world she had trapped him in this nightmare of cheap plastic. Maybe he could jot down her reason on her gravestone later.

Sasha shot him a smirk, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “God, Seb. Did the plastic chair squeeze your brain cells out of your bu—”

“Don’t finish that sentence,” he warned, his patience hanging by a thread.

As the two bickered, the scene around them was no less ridiculous. They were seated in what could only be described as a half-finished construction hall, with a makeshift stage in the middle. Lanterns hung haphazardly above it, casting a dim, uneven light, like a knock-off Broadway production. And across the stage, a banner hung proudly, the black letters sprawled in a tragically misspelled announcement:

**R O O M M A T C A S T I N G**

Roommat casting.

Sebastian squinted at the banner, incredulous. "Roommat... Casting?"

Before he could even digest the absurdity, you strolled onto the stage, taking in the scene with your unique creation, called OC. You glanced up at the banner, eyes widening slightly before you burst into laughter. “Roommat Casting, huh? So, what, we're auditioning to be someone's far cousin of a doormat?”

Sebastian groaned, sinking deeper into the torture chair. "If I survive this, Sasha's definitely getting a brick.”

“So, who are you?” Sasha asked, leaning forward with that signature smirk of hers, eyeing you curiously.

Sebastian was about to jump in and argue that this whole thing—interview, or whatever Sasha was pretending it was—was an absolute waste of time. In fact, he was mentally preparing himself to smash the plastic chair beneath him and storm out. The chair, after all, had it coming.

Around 3 hours passed, 15 cups of coffee, and a bunch of people that live here in the blackside.

“Are we done?” Sebastian groaned before Sasha stood up. Unlike him, she wasn’t stuck in a chair.

“Indeed. I found the perfect people.”

And with that, welcome to the final announcement for the House of Entities.

I got plenty of submissions and would like to thank everyone for the support and the opportunity to try out such a funny community project!

Please, welcome our newfound blackside residents!

@pretzel-box with Sasha

@glowingsquiddragon with Tapu

@kairikibearist with René

@hampterfae with Cheshire

@fuyunoshimo with Amilia

@pompohills with Angela Meri

@immahuman with Violet

@frazilfraz with Roxy

@creator-of-creativious with Allo

@the-reader22 with Osiris

@iamactuallyacrow with Asterion

@nicksies1 with Nick

@seaxarchives with Casimir

@chamomilesweettea with Nautilea

@agonybell84 with Garpol

@hightoasterr with Cyrus

@splatting-stampede with Cordelia

@xyurishux with Yuri

@bombcake with Pearl

and finally @theroseofazrael with Hanako

[This author may or may not forgot to ask for some peoples tumblr tags. Will be added once I recieve the names. Sorry. If someone is missing, please text me.]

Credit for all ocs goes to the original creator, thank you all for participating and letting me use your ocs!

I can't guarantee 100% accuracy, but I hope you all will like seeing your creation in this project anyway.

[chamomilesweettea]

HIII HELLO, IM THE ONE WHO ASKED IF YOU STILL TAKE OCS FROM THE POST ABOUT WANTING TO DRAW THEM, HERES MY OC NAUTILEA :333

ITS OKAY IF YOU DONT WANT TO OR CANT DRAW HER !!

BOOM!!! 😈😈 nautilea is really pretty 👁️👁️

[chamomilesweettea]

@ Ron

So..is little man your ADOPTIVE dad-?

Ron: NO! THAT MIDGET IS NOT MY STEP-FATHER AND IM NOT HIS ADOPTED SON, AND I WILL NE- *gets cut off*

Little man: son, you are officially adopted *shows him the adoption papers with a shit eating grin*

[chamomilesweettea]

@ Ron

is little man your dad

Ron: what the hell do you think i am, that guy is short LOL hes so uncool plus he loves wemen, i am not the son of a midget LMAO

Little man: *clearly offended and about to attack Ron at any moment now </3*

[chamomilesweettea]

OMGOKGOGMGOGMOGMG YOU WRITE FOR BOB AND BOSIP OKOKOKOKOOKOKOKOK SO HOW ABOUT BOB AND BOSIP BOTH HAVE A CRUSH ON THE SAME PERSON AND KINDA FIGHT FOR THEM AND LIKE THEY TRY TO MAKE THE OTHER ONE JEALOUS AND STUFF AND CAN THE READER BE FEMALE???

Ofcourse! thank you for the request love, also im not quite sure if you want it to end in a poly type realationship, or just have 2 different endings- so soz if its not what you wanted! I can redo it if you want to! :)

F/L/N-first letter of your name

𝐁𝐨𝐛 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐩 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Y/N wasnt really the type to make friends and/or get into a relationship, but ever since she met Bob and Bosip, alot of things have changed in her life, now onto the main story

𝐘/𝐍'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕:

It was a gloomy day, it looked as if it was about to rain and so far everything went terribly, as if this day couldnt get worse i forgot my laptop at college. I was walking to a pedestrian crossing until i spotted two of my friends, Bob and Bosip, as i came walking closer to them i heard bits of the conversation they were having, "Dude! You knew i liked her!" I heard Bob say,"Well its not my fault, shes just kind and has a great sense of humor and sarcasm" Bosip spat back at Bob suprisingly calmly, and so on the arguing continued until i broke it off with a loud fake cough, "erm, sorry to ruin yall guyses argue, but who is the lucky gal that yall are fighting over" i said with a smirk while slinging my arms around their shoulder, not gonna lie, finding out that they like someone did kinda hurt, its not the fact that they love another, im happy for them for finding someone special! Its the fear of our friendship getting broken. "O..Oh!,,- uhm- well,,-" Bob started, "S..she has H/L H/C hair, beautiful E/C eyes and her name is Y-MgHmN-" Bob then gets cut off by Bosip slapping a hand over his mouth to prevent 'daydreaming Bob' from spilling information that the said gal is you. You just looked at them confused and just shrugged it off, "so her name is F/L/N? Hmm thats a unique name, i like it, might take her for myself" i said (Y/N:" BI PANIC BI PANIC BI PANI-") "W..WELL,,!- you cant technically date her,,-" Bosip said nervously thinking i would stop asking questions about the lucky girl. "Well i have to go now, my cat will be pissed at me for not feeding him in time, or he will just piss on the fucking floor lol, anyways, goodbye!" I waved to the two with a closed-eye smile, leaving them be awe-struck. The two then looked at eachother with a challenging look and then Bosip said "Who ever wins her heart, gets to keep her.", "bring it on piss coloured shark!" they then parted ways.

[𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐲]

𝐁𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐩'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕:

I was walking to Y/N's house to give her the Kandi i made for her, but soon got stopped at the sight of Bob standing at her porch with Flowers in hand, "didnt see ya there" he said, "maybe you should go back home" he then pushed me into the bush next to the stairs then rang the bell, Y/N came out of the house *cough* looking as beautiful as ever *cough* then stared at the beautiful bouqet in Bobs hands. "Here you go m'lady, a beautiful bouqet for a beautiful girl" he said flirtatiously, i could feel my blood boiling, after i few minutes i heard them send a fareawell to eachother and then the door closing, i slowly rose from the bush,glarring daggers at a smirking Bob, "what the hell are you smirking at" i said calmly, "nothing, im just thinking about how my victory will be played" he said. I just sighed and stomped away from him feeling sorrow.

[𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐲]

𝐍𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕:

It was another day, yet another fight between the two fellas who fell inlove with the same person,but this time, the shark has caught its pray in time /j (that joke was important, you can fight me)

2𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐏𝐎𝐕:

Bosip was nervously waiting in a cafe where he asked you if you two could meet up, he then looked up once the bell chimed to see you looking amongst the crowds to find him, when you spotted him you quickly ran to the table and sat down across him, "sorry for being late! My cat was being a bitch cause i didmt give him pets, anyways, wanna order now?" you looked straight into his eyes, that moment he thought he was on cloud 9, he felt his stomach churn and he began to stutter alot "w..well,,- we could g..get F/D if you want t..to!-" he said looking to the side, trying to look anywhere but you, you just smiled at him and replied with "sure!". When you guys ordered you just started a small talk, the bell chimed again implying that someone just came into the cafe, once Bosip looked at the said person the smile he had dropped a little, "is everything okay?" You asked him concerned, "yeah! everything is just fine,, heh,,-" he replied, Bob was standing at the door seemingly to look for someone, Bosip then had an idea and took your hand and started softly going over the lines on your hand, you jst stared at him cause you didnt know he had a soft side, hes usually always calm and monotone, seeing him like this made your heart melt. Bob then spotted you two sitting at a table, he felt really jealous that his FRIEND was holding his crushes hand instead of him, he just straight up left the cafe without a word. This went on for weeks and weeks until a whole month passed, you were starting to get suspicious at the two, one day you just desided to eavesdrop on the two who were having a heated argument, "Cant you see!? She clearly likes me more!" Bob yelled, "really!? Cant you just move on and accept that she likes me!? I even held her hand!" Bosip then snapped back.Bob started "Ugh, wait a minute, what if we ask her?", "ask who?" you came out from behind the door, the two then yelped at the sudden appearance of you, "N..Nobody!-" they both yelled in sync, "yeah no, im not buying it" they then both sighed, "well,Y/N, Bosip and i, from the very start we met you, we thought you were the most beautiful girl we ever saw, and well, we saw you as special, so what im trying to say is, Y/N, we like you, like like you, like a lot" Bob confessed, you then snickered at the two now confused boys, "is that what this was all about? You two trying to make each otger jealous and win my heart? Oh boys, you couldve just said that before! I also took a quite liking to you two too" you dmiled at them, they just stared wide-eyed at your confession, did you really mean what you said? "but, how are you going to choose who to date?" Bosip questioned, "dont need to, we can just be a poly realationship" you kissed their cheeks while putting your arms around their shoulders, "now this is why were called the pussy slayers" Bob joked, "BOB, YOU MOTHERFU-"

[I HAVE FINISHED THIS, IT TOOK ME 3 DAYS, SORRY THAT IT TOOK DO LONG, ANYWAYS, thank you for the request again! And yes, i headcanon that Bosip loves to make Kandi, fight me in dms, anyways, thats it for today, bye-bye! :D (ALSO TY SO MUCH FOR 6 FOLLOWERS AA)]

[chamomilesweettea]

Ey, three questions;

A: do you do hurt comfort fics

B. if so, do you take non-y/n & *insert character here* requests

B. if you do, can you do a hurt comfort fic with a Ron dealing with internalized transphobia and homophobia coming out to Little Man, and Little Man (being the father figure he is) comforting said Ron and reassuring him that "being gay & trans isn't weird?" I'd love to see it

Sorry but i do not do hurt comfort fics!

I do do non-Y/N inserts but i really wanna keep the requests non-triggering so everyone could be able to read it! Sorry again, but its for the readers sakes <3

[chamomilesweettea]

Sure thing! Also thank you for the request! :D

𝐑𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐬𝐨𝐳 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬. <3

[FLASHBACK]

Y/N was sleeping peacefully in their cozy bed until they got a call from someone, "Who the fuck is this." Said Y/N after picking the phone up without even looking at the ID, "yo uhm, so wanna go out for the day and do some shit" the voice said, "Ron. Its 3 in the fucking morning, go back to sleep you squarehead."

And thats why you were at the gas station at 3 am with Ron buying some slushies. After that You guys went to random interphone at a apartment building and chose a random number, "Hello? Who is calling me at almost 4 in the morning." Said the female voice, "Are you a woman?" Ron asked and you slapped him in the head, "yes? Why is that important" said the random strangers voice again. "Ew, wemen not cool *cool guy hate wemen*" he said then hung up the conversation and started running away, "WAIT FOR ME YOU DICKHEAD" you said as Ron turned around and started running as fast as possible at you while you just screeched, "BREAK YOURSELF YOU LITTLE SHIT" you yelled at him, "CAN YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP, PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO SLEEP" an angry voice yelled from one of the apartments, and you guys just BOLTED away from the apartment building

[time skip 3 hours cause like, i have no idea lol]

Ron and Y/N proceded to go to Wallmart cause it opens in a few minutes, "why are we even going to wallmart, yknow that im broke lol" they said, "Cause they got the animal section and i wanna steal a hamster" Ron replied, Y/N just made a ':|' face and aknowledged that Ron will do anything to get what he wants, yall then arrived at Wallmart and went in straight to the animal section, Ron then carefully somehow took a hamster from the glass thing and put it in his pocket, then proceded to run away outside with Y/N following him, needless to say yall got chased by some angry workers but lost them while turning into this random alley. "Why did i choose to your friend." They said, Ron then turned to them with a fake hurt face, "well cause i am cool guy that hates wemen and i chose you to be my bestie, why do you hate me so much?" He started breaking the act after a few words, "i never said i hate you but i never said i love you either *kewk*" Y/N said and then started dragging Ron outside the alley and the heard an icecream truck and litterally thre Ron to the side and started chasing the truck, "GET BACK HERE, I WANT MY ICECREAM, HEY, STOP, I WANT ICECREAMMMM!" Y/N sscreamed at the truck then stopped running cause they were out of breath. Ron then finally caught up to them, "Okay you are worse than me" he said, "Thank you, i try my best" they said back to Ron. Needless to say they ended up going to a pond together and got chased by an angry goose.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝.

LMAO IM SORRY ITS SO SHORT, I LITTERALLY SPED RAN THIS WHILE HOPING MY MUM WOULDNT CATCH ME TYPING FOR LIKE 30 MINUTES STRAIGHT- also yeah, chaotic is my slef nature so im amazing at it /lh

[chamomilesweettea]

AHAHAHA HELLO I HAVE GOTTEN A TUMBLR ACC NOW, I USED TO WRITE ON WATTPAD WWBSKWNS, anyways, ill be writing oneshots/hcs and preferences, heres a list of fnf mods i will do:

Fnf:

𝐁𝐨𝐛 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐩 𝐦𝐨𝐝:

Bob (Platonic and romantic)

Bosip (Platonic and romantic)

Amor (Platonic only cause im not comfortable with writing romantic stuff for irl people and also dont wanna get hate sksksksksnw)

𝐁𝐨𝐛'𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭:

Bob (Platonic)

Ron (Platonic)

Little man (Platonic)

𝙾𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚍𝚜:

(Platonic and Romantic) just request a mod and a prompt and should it be romantic or platonic, if im not comfortable with writing romantic for the character ill write it platonic if thats alright. <3

Requests are currently open, pls request i am desperate *sobs*, anyways, thats it, bye!