#“HOW ARE YOU 32 AND STILL PULLING PRANKS???”

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Tank/Darlin my BELOVED, put down the beer, I can smell it from here /j

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Pre-Teen MC 35: Sally Face MC (HC)

Fandom: Obey Me

Pairing: No pairing, featuring demon brothers

Warning: None

Requested by: Anon

Prompt: Could you write headcanons for a GN pre-teen MC who's like Sal for Sally Face?

A/N: Anon, sorry for taking a million years to finish this HC! I had to go back and relearn everything about Sally Face. It's been so long since I played the game.

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At first, he is intrigued but slightly suspicious. Why would someone hide their face behind a mask all the time?

He figures that MC was hiding their past behind the mask and didn't feel the need to pry.

After learning about MC's past, Lucifer is impressed by their determination and ability to overcome adversities.

Over time, MC gains the first brother's respect when Lucifer sees how they handle the situations around them, especially MC's willingness to go against the norm despite the judgment and condemnation thrown at them.

Instantly curious about what MC is hiding behind their mask and is almost tempted to pull it off their face as a prank, but something told Mammon he shouldn't do it.

Nevertheless, the second brother is captivated and drawn to MC's dark and mysterious appearance.

Mammon appreciates MC's sense of independence and ability to be self-sufficient but wishes they would depend on him occasionally.

At the same time, he gets easily frustrated with MC because he has a hard time bribing and manipulating them.

When Mammon learns about MC's past, he tears up and develops a newfound respect for them. He is proud of MC and proud to call them his friend.

Doesn't know whether to think of the mask as cool or funny. Who wears a mask all the time? Unless they have something to hide underneath.

A chill runs down his spine at the thought of what could possibly be under MC's mask.

Levi sometimes pokes fun at MC's mask, but it's nothing too serious.

But once he learns of MC's past, Levi would be more respectful and understanding. He himself has a tragic past, so he can somewhat relate to them.

Satan is immediately cautious of MC. At the same time, he is curious and intrigued by the mask but doesn't want to ask MC or be disrespectful.

This doesn't mean Satan will not try to discover the whats and whys of the mask.

However, his perception of MC changes when he learns about MC's personality and struggles.

Satan admires MC for being sharp, intellectual, courageous, and determined.

But what Satan admires the most is MC's ability to control their emotions despite having a dark and traumatic past. He struggles with controlling his emotions, so to meet someone so young and in control is admirable.

When Asmo first sees MC, he is freaked out by the mask and squeals. However, when MC says they are used to it, Asmo feels guilty.

He is very tempted to put makeup on MC's mask and do their hair.

Asmo often wonders what MC is thinking due to their quiet, reserved nature. But once he knows them better, the fifth brother is taken aback by MC's dark sense of humor.

He often tries to persuade MC to open up about their past, especially about their mask.

But when Asmo learns the truth, he regrets asking about their past. His feelings toward MC change into pity and compassion, but at the same time, Asmo respects MC for being composed despite everything they have been through.

Curious about the mask for a second but doesn't really pay attention to it afterward. He thinks MC doesn't want to show their face or just loves Halloween.

When Beel learns about MC's past, he sympathizes with them, especially with the loss of a family member part. Beel admires how MC is still kindhearted and strong despite their struggles.

He often tries to cheer MC up by bringing them food or asking them to join him for a food outing.

Beel becomes very protective of MC, and if anyone dares to bully MC or comment on their appearance, the sixth brother will not take it kindly.

He is the only brother who will ask MC straight out, "Why are you wearing a mask?"

When Belphie learns that MC lost their mother in a tragic accident and, as a result, had their face scared, he feels bad for bringing up painful memories. In turn, his memories of losing Lilith resurface, making him sadder.

He can relate to MC's inner turmoil and appreciates their attempt to overcome their past.

Seeing MC becoming more confident and capable despite all the struggles inspires Belphie even if he doesn't say it out loud.

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10 | Getting there

Series: Odds Together

Paring: Ryan Dunn x OFC Margera!

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: None

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"I just got the worst wake up of my life so now I'm gonna take it out on Dunn. Little back story,  Anna has to bunk with Dunn because her bed is still dying from a prank we did on her." Bam tells the camera before going into the bedroom with the guitar he plans to slam on Ryan.

He sees Dunn laying on his stomach with one arm on top of Anna's left arm, who was laying on her side facing him. Bam liked how close the two were as friends but refused and never could imagine them more than friends. So part of him hated seeing how close their faces slightly were.

As soon as the guitar hits Ryan's back he starts shouting making Anna slightly jump before coving her face with her hands.

"What is going on?" Ryan asks annoyed.

"We're going to New Orleans and you two need to get up." Bam places his hands on his hips. Neither of the two move to get up so Bam jumps kicking off the wall landing one the two but mostly Ryan.

"I'm giving you the count of two to get up or else we're leaving your asses. One, two. Alright see you later." Bam leaves them.

"What a dick." Ryan groans.

"Nothing new." Anna groans as the camera crew leaves them to sleep.

When the two finally wake up it was almost 4 o'clock in the afternoon. "I miss my bed." Anna groans popping her back.

"It should be ready for you when we get back." Ryan tells her and she looks at him.

"I don't wanna go." She whines following him outside to see his ride. "Look at that. We both can't fit on that. Have fun." She smiles patting his back.

"They did it in Dumb and Dumber. Fine just ride with the crew." He looks at them and they agree she could.

On the Mini bike, Ryan stops at a place to get it juiced up to go faster than 31mph. "I say it won't make it over 40." Anna glances at Ryan standing on her left.

"Anything is better than 31." He tells her so she starts to smirk.

"Even 32?" She fully turns to face him.

"Anything over 35." He gets more specific. "You just gotta get smart with me, huh?"

"You know I do." She grabs his shoulder leaning towards him, "Because I'm actually smarter." She blows into his ear.

As more time and distance goes Ryan already had a chat with Bam and Raab. He almost lost a map and  got a ride in the back of a truck.

"Okay, I'm done of this shit. We're flying the rest of the way." Anna grabs Ryan by his blue vest.

"I know our guy."

They arrive to New Orleans before the rest so they start to have fun drinking and getting a lot of beads. "You still wish you stayed home?" Ryan asks Anna as they look out at the crown of people.

"Yes, I still do!" She laughs drinking her drink.

"Why be home when alone and bored than here having fun?" He asks nudging her shoulder.

"Well for starters... I'd get a break from all the bull I deal with everyday." She leans against the railing looking at him with a smile.

"That's a very good reason... but I know a better reason to be here." He does the same as her actions.

"And what would that be Dunn?" She tilts her head.

"You're with me and I'm great to be with." He holds his cup out to her and she dings it with hers.

"I will admit that, yes. Only when you aren't around the others though. I'm sorry." She says making him laugh.

"All I'm hearing is that you say I'm great and you love me." He says making her shake her head.

"I never said I love you."

"You just did." He points out making her roll her eyes as he puts an arm around her shoulder. "Just admit it. You love me." He walks them over some so he could sit and pull her down to sit on one of his legs.

"Didn't you just say I did though? So I don't have to say it again." She takes his hat off him to fix the sides of his hair before putting it back on him.

Ryan just looks at her before remembering he has to speak, "Yes, you do."

Anna huffs not wanting to say it, "Fine, I love you." She says looking into his eyes before she gets off of him. The sudden realization she's falling for him all over again since she's gotten back and getting close to him again.

"Hey, look who it is." Ryan points out Bam so they go over to him. Ryan taps on Bam's shoulder making him turn around, "Where the hell you been?"

Bam suddenly realizes who was in front of him making him scream. "What the hell? When did you get here?" He asks them.

"Like hours ago." Ryan tells them.

"You got here before us?" Glomb says shocked.

"Look at us." Ryan motions to the beads around his and Anna's necks.

"There was no way you both actually fit on that shit." Bam eyes them.

"Fuck no. He rode that shit and I rode along with the crew watching his ass on the thing." Anna says half of the truth.

"This dickhead beat us in a moped! In a blue leather vest." Bam says making Ryan laugh and Anna walk off some.

"Anna you came!" Raab walks over to her. "I called you'd stay home. Look at you proving me wrong."

"You're already drunk really?" She laughs at him.

"No, I mean I probably won't remember anything." He laughs making her laugh. "Glad you came. You should've woken up earlier. It was a fun ride here and stoping at skate parks." He gives her a kiss but she didn't care.

"I'm kinda glad I didn't though because I would be stuck with Vito complaining about all the stops you guys did." She says knowing her uncle.

"Plus there was pranks between the buses." He puts an arm around her pulling her into his side.

"Where did Anna go?" Bam finally noticed she wasn't with them anymore.

Ryan looks around and sees her laughing with Raab basically hanging on to her. His arm was resting on her shoulder but making should she was kept into his side. Every time he talked to her, he would awfully lean close towards her while pulling her closer to him.

"With Raab." Ryan tells him while eyeing them down.

Bam looks over at where Ryan's eyes were focused. "I gotta go save her." Bam says making his way through everyone to get to her. "We lost you." He tells her.

"It's okay. I found her." Raab shakes Anna with a smile.

"Okay." Why don't you come back to the rest of us." Bam grabs his sister pulling her towards him.

"I will but I need to find a bathroom inside first. I'll be back." She slips away.

"Annabelle!" Bam shouts wanting to keep an eye on her.

"You're sister is fine in her own." Ape shows up with everyone making their way towards him.

Bam looks at Ryan trusting him the most, "I'll go find the bathroom." He leaves the group going inside.

Meanwhile Annabelle got to the bathroom with no problems but leaving was a different story. This random drunk guy grabbed her arm trying to keep her there to have a conversation.

"I really need to get back to my friends and family." She tried to tell him but he just wouldn't.

"You should let loose some." He removes his hand but walks closer to her.

"Really, I told my brother I'd be right back." Anna potentially tells him.

Ryan finally spots Anna with a guy looking very uncomfortable so he goes over to them. "There you are. We were getting worried about you." Ryan snakes his arm around her waist holding her closer to him then leans down giving her a quick peck on the lips. "This guy bugging you?" He eyes the drunk man.

"We were just talking." The guy tells him while Anna was staring at Ryan shocked by his actions.

"We should get back to the others." Ryan looks down at her.

"Yeah." She nods her head so Ryan walks them away. "You didn't have to do all that." She speaks up as he keeps his arm around her.

"It worked though didn't it?" He laughs.

"Well yeah but the kiss wasn't necessary. You showing up and the arm would've worked fine." She removes herself from him. "Thanks though." She goes to the others while Ryan curses at himself.

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Natemare Headcanons!

(Note that all of my versions of the Battle Egos….and basically all egos in general, aren’t inherently related in any aspect. They are they’re own individual creations. Also these H/F’s are self indulgent as hell so warning-)

General H/Cs

Name: Natemare

Age 32

Species: Nightmare Demon/Amalgamation (basically he can shapeshift his body into a nightmare-ish amalgamation. There are different phases and he can morph into any phase he sees fit at the moment)

Sexuality: Bisexual/Biromantic (leans more towards guys)

Specific H/Cs

Natemare doesn’t really need sleep because he’s a nightmare amalgamation but he chooses to sleep for fun. He does get tired though.

Natemare’s primary sense of style is a punk/goth mixture

Mare is a prankster and often pulls light hearted pranks on the other egos. Heathen is the only ego that hasn’t fallen for these pranks

He likes to write music and draw in his free time but he gets frustrated easily when he can’t think of songs during a certain period. Ironically his best work comes to him when he isn’t trying to write songs/draw.

Overall he’s a pretty chill and fun loving person but he does have a short fuse…which makes it easy for a certain person to tease him.

Boi has SO many abandonment issues you can fit a whole sonnet about it into him. He tries to make it seem like he doesn’t have them but he does.

Mare knows a lot people just sees him as the “Emo FNAF ego” which he doesn’t like but he also still likes FNAF. And so he makes it his mission to be more than that label while still enjoying his favorite game franchise…which is difficult-

Natemare is…high key jealous of Phantom because they both know Phantom is the “more popular ego” and Phantom is very vocal about it, which causes the two of them to be rivals of sorts. But Mare secretly admires Phantom from afar and he does understand why people like him so much. (Mare believes he and Phantom would be very good friends if pHNATOM WASN’T SO SMUG ALL OF THE TIME-) But he hates that no matter how hard he tries he can’t seem to get to that standard. So he plays it off as being unbothered by it which comes off as lazy and uncouth from Phantom. But DAMN does he actually care-

Mare also may have a bit of a…crush on Phantom and he mAAAY be a bit of a tsundere about it lol.

Even though he doesn’t need it, Mare has an emergency axe in his room somewhere.

He’s besties with MadPat and Virgil Sanders (Anti is more of a frenemy of his). Mad often teases him about his obvious crush on Phantom despite his (onesided) crush on Mare.

Mare acts as a big brother for Skelly/Pumpkin. He loves the kid dearly and will destroy anyone that harms him.

His favorite music genre is punk rock, Nerdcore and…Will Wood. He doesn’t have a favorite band. He likes a lot of bands.

Mare likes to cross dress from time to time. It makes him feel pretty and badass.

Mare’s favorite animals are ferrets.

Despite him being punk/goth he doesn’t mind dressing up more formally for certain events…or for fun. He’d rather die than let Phantom dress him up though.

And these are all of my current (and updated) headcanons on my blorbo. If you guys want a romantic/NSFW version let me know. I’ll be more than happy to make one. Next ego up is Phantom!

[pickinglilahs]

Blackeclipse for the soul

Part 28; Part 29; Part 30; Part 31; Part 32 Remember when I thought this was only going to be two or three parts? I know this chapter is on the short side, but I haven't added a chapter in so long 😭 (Throws and runs away)

The boys were way too keyed up to fall asleep.

They had sent Kreacher to Potter Manor after confirming that he was, in fact, freed. James also sent a note to his parents saying that they had sent Kreacher over, and everyone was okay.

Sirius had excitedly gone to open the chest, intending to start clearing the curses, but Remus had stopped him. Regulus was staring at it with a haunted look in his eyes. Understanding, Sirius stood and went to hug his brother.

They held onto each other for a long time, whispering occasionally.

Remus took his distraction to re-shrink the trunk and hand it off to Kingsley, who put it in his school bag.

Adrenaline still coursing through him, James had taken his nervous energy down to the kitchen for snacks while he was out posting the letter, though Remus had been loath to let him go alone.

While they waited, Kingsley decided they should send a note to Peter with an update. Remus agreed and took the paper Kingsley had written on, folding it into a bird and sending it off to Benji's dorm.

By the time James returned, the four boys had migrated to the doubled-bed. The brothers were leaning on each other against the headboard with Remus and Kingsley facing them.

Setting the food between them, James sat next to Remus, who leaned in to whisper. "I think Orion died."

James blinked at him, then looked over to the brothers. He nodded in agreement. They didn't have a good relationship with their father, but it was nothing like the horror of Walburga's parenting.

It must have been strange, mourning a parent like that.

Not quite sure how to help Regulus, but knowing Sirius, at least, would want to be distracted, James eventually piped up, "Operation: Fuck with Snivillus is coming up; what all do we have left to do?"

Sirius looked at him, eyes slowly coming back into focus. Running a hand through his hair, he sighed. "We have the Polyjuice, and the girls are on board. Peter wants to set rabbits loose, so he and Benji will be doing that the day of. You talked to Poppy, right?"

Remus nodded. He made sure to explain that Sirius would be running around as him and showed her the study to prove it was safe. She hadn't liked it but understood that it was necessary.

Kingsley raised his hand, "Can I ask a question?"

He was looking at Remus, who nodded apprehensively.

"Does this prank have to do with the rumors Snape's been spreading about you being a werewolf?"

James, Sirius, and Regulus all stiffened, but Remus just sighed. "I was wondering how long it would take you to catch on."

"I promise I won't tell anyone! It's really none of my business; I was just wondering." Kingsley held his hands up in surrender, making sure everyone—especially Regulus, who was glaring daggers—knew he meant no harm.

Remus gave a bitter chuckle. "It's fine. Really. Been wondering if I should have just told you and Benji when we first mentioned the prank." He ran a hand over his face. "Guess I was just deluding myself into thinking you wouldn't notice."

Regulus leaned forward, grabbing onto Remus and pulling the older boy into his lap. Remus went without protest; mostly just grateful Regulus was coming out of his head.

"I really won't tell. I just figured you would prefer to know that I know."

Remus nodded. "Yeah, makes things easier this way." Then, after a beat, "You're not... like..."

Kingsley shook his head, giving Remus a strangely sad look. "...My uncle was turned, —when I was really young—and he was one of the gentlest people I've ever met. He moved back to Kenya because of Britain's laws, though."

Remus nodded, then snorted with derision. "Maybe I should move there too. Lots of room to run, I'm sure."

Regulus squeezed him and James reached out to lay a hand on his ankle.

Sirius barked a laugh. "You wouldn't last two hours in the heat, Moons. Besides, you'd never be able to convince Mam to move that far."

Remus sighed, half wistful, half bitter, "I know." Then he yawned, hiding his face in Regulus' shoulder.

Sirius yawned right after, so Kingsley stood, pulling Sirius back to their own bed.

James came up to lay beside Regulus, who snuggled down, shifting Remus on top of himself.

Once James had deposited his glasses on the nightstand and closed the curtains, Remus reached out a hand to brush a curl from his face. "How are you feeling, Sunshine?"

He hummed noncommittally. "Donno. Just... coming down from the adrenaline, I suppose." He closed his eyes and leaned into Remus as the other boy began to stroke his cheek. "How about you, Starshine? How are you holding up?"

Regulus closed his eyes and sighed, his hands tightening around Remus' back. "Ask me again in the morning."

Remus turned his head to kiss the collarbone under his cheek.

James rolled on his side, using one arm as a pillow, he threw the other over Remus' back. "We're here, Love, if you want to talk. Or if you want to skip class tomorrow and just stay here."

"James." Remus' tone was chiding, but the corners of his mouth were threatening to twitch into a smile.

"What? Tell me you wouldn't skip in a heartbeat if it would make him feel better."

Remus sighed and turned his face into Regulus' chest, rubbing his nose along the other's collarbone as he shook his head.

Regulus' chest moved in a silent chuckle. "Thanks, but skipping class isn't going to change anything. Wouldn't do anyone any good."

Remus kissed Regulus' collarbone again before setting his head back down. "He is right, though. Anything you need, Cariad. Don't be afraid to ask, okay?"

"Thanks."

"Always."

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North Star Series

Chapter 32 - The Request

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Summary: George and Y/N discuss Remus Lupin's request

Warnings: couple of curse words

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"No," George's voice was firm. "I'm not endangering Y/N's life, and neither are you."

The evening had been going so well. For the first time since those damned letters arrived in the mail, the dark cloud had lifted from over George and Y/N. That was, until after dinner, when Remus sequestered them outside.

George couldn't believe what he was hearing. Nor could he believe that Lupin could've asked it of Y/N or that she was even considering the possibility.

"It's Remus," Y/N had pulled George off to the side. "He's not going to say anything."

"No, but someone else might," he argued.

"The only people who'll know are us, Remus, and Fred."

"It's too risky." George shook his head. "You know as well as I do how dangerous it is to practice Hemalurgy unsanctioned right now."

"I'm technically not practicing since I'm not charging for my services or publishing my research. I'm just--dabbling. Playing around," Y/N explained. "And since when have you been afraid of a little risk? You and Fred take risks all the time."

"That's different."

"How so?"

George shoved his hands in his pockets and paced back and forth for a minute. "Well, for one, you're from a muggle family. That in itself is a very dangerous thing to be right now. And two, Fred and I have more practice."

"Okay, I'll admit your first point is valid. But the second. Pranks were an everyday thing at Ilvermorny, and I helped you and Fred out quite a few times when I was at Hogwarts. Not to mention there was that time where I helped trick the entire United States into thinking there was a huge UFO sighting."

His mouth quirked up. "That was pretty impressive." He took her hand and kissed it. "I don't want to talk about this with so many prying ears about. Fancy a walk to the lake?"

"A warm spring evening walk with my most favorite person in the whole world. How could I resist?"

George smiled in spite of himself.

~•~

Neither spoke until they were sitting at the lake's edge.

"Why does it have to be now?" He asked. "Why can't it wait until things are better?"

"I understand your worries," she squeezed George's hand. "I have them too. But I got into this field because I wanted to help people like Remus. He's been dealing with this since he was four years old. And he's in his thirties now. That's a long time to carry that burden."

George sighed and looked down. The guilt that had been gnawing at him for the past couple of weeks slammed into him again. "I shouldn't have asked you to come back," he mummered. "I've endangered you and fucked up your career. It was wrong of me to drag you into this mess. I'm so sorry, love."

Y/N crossed her arms. "You say that like you're the only one who had a say in the matter."

George looked at her, eyebrows scrunched together. "What do you mean?"

"Well, I don't know if you've noticed this or not, but I'm in this relationship, too."

"I-I've noticed--"

"Good," Y/N smiled and shifted closer to him. The idea that he was worried he'd somehow forced her against her will or destroyed her career troubled her. "Then you also know I have a say-so, as well."

"Of course you do. But I don't understand what--"

"I came back, sweetie," she interjected. "Because I wanted to, not because you made me."

George opened his mouth to speak, but she placed a gentle finger over his lips. "I could've refused," she explained. "I could've said nope, sorry, it's too dangerous. But I didn't. I'm here because I want to be with you more than anything. I want to stand by you through whatever may come, both the good and the bad. This was my decision to make, Georgie. I knew the risks, and I still said yes."

"I could've asked you not to come back until things were safer."

"And I would've written you a letter telling you what time to pick me up at the airport."

George snorted. "Stubborn."

"And by that, you mean awesome." The fact that she didn't pose it as a question made her boyfriend chuckle.

"That you are, my love," he said, kissing the top of head. "That you are."

For a long while, they sat in silence, hand in hand, watching the stars before George spoke again. "The night before Fred and I left Hogwarts, I snuck outside. I knew that my life was getting ready to change in a big way. Fred and I were dropping out of school and setting out on our own. We were excited, but it'd be a lie to say we weren't scared shitless." George paused, smiling. "Don't tell Fred I told you that. He'll kill me."

Y/N returned his smile. "My lips are sealed."

"Good," George kissed her hand and continued. "Anyway, neither of us had any idea if the joke shop would be successful or what we'd do if it failed. It's kinda funny that in all the years we planned out our dream, we never once considered a backup plan." He shrugged. "The only thing I knew for certain was that, whatever happened, you were going to be a part of it. So, I lay in the grass and looked up at the North Star. Our star. And I promised to take care of you and to make you the happiest woman on earth." He paused, heaving a heavy sigh. "But, it seems right now, I can only manage one of those."

"What? No, Georgie, how could you think that?" Y/N was taken aback. "Just being with you makes me the happiest woman on earth. Please never, ever question that."

He squeezed her hand. "But, I know how disappointed you are not being able to start your research. I know how important it is to you, and I really do want you to do this. It's just that if word gets out, I might not be able to protect you."

"I know, my love," she said, returning his squeeze. "And you're right. It is important to me, but it's not as important as us. We're in this together, and we both know we're going to have to make compromises sometimes." Y/N paused, chewing on her lip. "My parents refused to compromise on anything. Ever. And because of that, they failed as partners and as parents," she said, her voice soft. "But, lucky for me, my grandparents were different. It's because of them that I know what a healthy relationship looks like. So, if you're not comfortable with me doing this, I won't do it. This is my compromise. And I choose it willingly."

George gazed into eyes for a few long moments. "I'm one lucky bastard," he said, before cupping her face in his hands and bringing her into a deep kiss.

"Oh, I beg to differ." Y/N countered when they pulled away. "I'm most definitely the lucky one."

George gave her a mischievous grin. "Damn straight you are," he joked, prompting laughter and a playful slap on the arm from Y/N.

He leaned down, giving her one more quick kiss. "I need some time to think about everything. And I want to talk to Fred about it too."

"Of course, my love. Take all the time you need. I'm not going anywhere."

~•~

He smiled, raising her hand to his lips briefly. "We should probably head back before mum sends out a search party."

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BDBWM Day 12 | Time Travel

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Marinette flicks one of her bunny ears. She hasn’t worn the Rabbit in years. Is it possible to be rusty with a Miraculous? She huffs.

She opens up the burrow haphazardly. She has a mission to do. 

It’s frightening to think what a Domino effect can do. In normal cases, she will not resort to using the Rabbit Miraculous, but she's running on an ungodly amount of sleep and doesn’t know what to do. 

See, Titus just found her precious commissions and saw fit to make the shirts his new toys. And that only happened because Tim accidentally lit his chew toy on fire. Which only happened because Damian misplaced said chew toy. Which only happened because he was busy arguing with Jason one day. And Jason was set off in a bad mood because Bruce took him off vigilante privileges (even going as far as to steal his helmet, weapons, and suit). Her Dad only got irked because he thought Jason was behind a prank in his office. 

A prank which Marinette herself initiated. 

She finds the right timeline and squeezes into the hole. Unfortunately, it lands right inside Batcow’s barn. She puts a finger up to her lips to keep it from earning Alfred’s attention and sneaks off to the inside of the manor.

Marinette runs to her father’s office, detransforms and bursts inside. “Dad, don’t open that drawer!” 

Bruce, in the middle of opening that exact drawer, pauses. “What drawer? I thought you were asleep sweetheart.” 

She does a double take. Wait, the string’s not there! The prank’s not in place yet! She checks her pocket watch. True enough, past Marinette is still yet to set up her diabolical plan. 

“Nevermind!” She squeaks and shuts the door abruptly. 

She dashes through the hall and intercepts her former self (who’s heading to the office). Marinette shakes Past Marinette’s shoulders. “Whatever you do, don't pull off that prank! Your commissions! Our commissions! Uncle Jagged!” 

Past Marinette blinks sleepily. “Future Mari? How do I know you’re really me?” 

Marinette stares at herself dead in the eye. “Four years ago. At Musée Grévin—” 

Her duplicate’s eyes bug out. “Okay! Okay! I get it! Won’t do the prank anymore! Promise!” 

At that second, Marinette senses a presence near them. Both Marinettes freeze and turn to their side, where the kitchen is in view. Tim stares back at them, pouring coffee directly on the top of the island rather than his mug. 

“I . . . I should get some sleep instead,” Tim mutters. 

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[feelingofcontent]

DNP Rewatch: PREDICTING DAN'S FUTURE!

Date video was published: 05/20/2017 (X)

DNP Main Channel Rewatch: 345

Another joint video! And the first one in the new flat.

0:02 - first Dan appearance after the rebrand. funny that it is on Phil’s channel, instead of his own.

0:10 - Dan looks scared of what Phil might say here

0:30 - Dan is not wrong. yeah, I think that green vase probably was just there in the flat as well

0:45 - god I love the energy they have when filming together

0:54 - Phil did his future prediction video back in January. In that video, he actually suggested that he could “do it with Dan” so I’m sure people jumped on that in the comments

1:01 - “I think he meant something else” um 😳

1:11 - little pushes from Phil at that

1:20 - Dan looks like he’s heard this from Phil before

1:43 - Dan is trying to mock Phil for what he just said and Phil could not give less of a shit 😂

1:50 - ahahaha at them laughing over the “you can count on it” to that

2:00 - the 8-ball did not give Phil the answers he wanted in his previous video either

2:08 - “yes, ball bro” and Phil’s reaction is great

2:30 - they are so good at reacting live to things

2:38 - awww at Phil’s “aww” face and pose

2:56 - the dog talk in 2017 is so much

3:01 - if I was Dan I would be pretty interested in this part too, having seen Phil’s previous tarot card stuff 👀

3:32 - between the previous ASMR video and this, there is a lot of “tingling” going on

3:37 - thanks for clarifying there, Dan

3:55 - “tell me when you get to that moment” Phil sure does say words 😳

4:58 - I have no clue what they’re talking about here, and also Phil isn’t singing? I’m confused

4:09 - Phil’s reaction to seeing “death” is great

4:44 - the joint “ace” with Dan doing the accent kills me 😂

4:54 - again, I have the same tarot book that Phil is using, so we can see the full descriptions of the cards

4:56 - “The Chariot” for 2016. Phil read essentially this entire description. He skipped the intro with the “danger of unreasonable force or pressure” bit, which also seems like it fits. Honestly the key words though - travel, progress, success, determination - if that’s not TATINOF...Dan’s “I hate it when it makes sense” ...yep

5:48 - “let the real you shine” Phil looks so fond

5:51 - “Death” for 2017. Again, Phil reads most of the meaning. Yet again, the key words - change, moving away, new beginnings 👀

6:03 - both Dan and Phil’s reactions to this one are really something else. Dan cannot believe it and Phil is estatic

6:15 - there is a jump cut there. would love to know what other discussion went down. Phil is scary with these

6:31 - the “Ace of Wands” for 2018. Phil doesn’t read as much of this one; “...a successful enterprise or trip” hello, Interactive Introverts. I wonder how much they were already thinking about/planning it so that might have been a little too on the nose to talk about. also skipping over the “thinking of starting a family bit” 😂

7:04 - “Putin, naked on a car” somehow I missed that one before...

7:26 - Dan looks actually a bit disturbed and like he’s thinking too much about this

7:44 - Phil coming up with this and pulling it off...I don’t know how he managed to hold it together at all

8:11 - Dan’s look at the camera here says he is definitely suspicious, but he goes to pull his sleeve up anyway 

8:24 - he knows something is up but he’ll still do it for Phil

8:35 - where does Phi come up with this stuff?! I love him

8:49 - this is so tailored to be a Dan-specific prank

9:00 - I love Phil telling us to just wait a second 😂

9:10 - Phil is so proud of himself

9:21 - “babuse!”

9:25 - that is going to require a lot of cleaning up

9:35 - Dan can’t even be mad

9:50 - “the tarot cards were freaky” NO SHIT

10:15 - Phil so fond about that too

This is one of my favorite joint videos. Although I still find Phil with tarot cards slightly terrifying.

In an unprecedented level of pre-planning, DNP must have filmed this at the start of May before leaving for Florida. (They had also filmed several gaming videos that they posted during the holiday.) After Playlist Live! in Orlando, they had been to Miami for a few days (1, 2, 3 - um., 4) and then to the Lester’s usual rental house by May 13 (where they were watching Eurovision and tweeting a lot, of course - 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7). 

They spent a lot of time chilling by the pool (1, 2, 3), visited NASA (1, 2) where they got lots of merch, including Dan’s cat nightie shirt, and re-visited the squirrel attack spot. Also Dan amusingly left Phil trapped outside the house (1, 2, 3). I can’t get over how much they shared from this trip. Like the trip to Isle of Man for Phil’s birthday in 2017, it was a big deal at the time that Dan was along on this family holiday.

[missinghan]

cold sun ⤖ han jisung

❖ genre : soulmate au; fluff; angst

❖ word count : 2,6k.

❖ warning : slight swearing

❖ summary : in a world where one will lose something if their soulmate doesn’t reciprocate their words of love once they turn sixteen, jisung is willing to take the risk so you won’t have to bear the burden.

❖ note : i just realized how i always tend to write for jisung when i'm down :')) anywho this piece is a little different than what i usually come up with but i hope y'all enjoy it ♡

It’s the first day of the week.

“Hey, Y/N. I like you!”

And Han Jisung is really annoying.

Those words come out so easily. It's casual in a way that makes you bury your red nose deeper into the soft fabric of your scarf, which makes your footsteps quicken unknowingly as his voice chases after you loudly. Either way, this isn’t the first time Jisung has said so. In fact, it’s become a habit for him to remind you every other day.

There’s no particular reason why. Or at least that’s what you think.

It’s the end of the week. Jisung decides to hang himself upside down on your bed while you’re stressing over a presentation. “Hey, Y/N.” A cold winter breeze comes rushing against the perplexing glass of your window, shaking the frame violently before all motions come to silence.

Until, “Y/N, Y/N, Y/N,” he creeps up from behind you and chirps into your ear.

“What?” you let out a groan of displease when tempting warmth embraces you whole, prompting you to drop your attention and looking over your shoulder.

Jisung pouts, “You didn’t answer me.”

“It’s because you’re annoying,” you sigh.

“Answer me when I call your name,” he pulls you in a fraction tighter, careful enough not to hurt you but firm to not let you slip away at the same time, and cradles your neck warmly, “So I’d know that you’re still here with me.”

“Alright, stupid.”

The all too familiar gummy smile returns instantly. “Hey, Y/N?”

And you can’t help but roll your eyes. “Yes, Jisung?”

“I like you,” he giggles into the hug, “I like you a lot.”

Han Jisung really is annoying.

He’s annoying because he talks too much. He’s annoying because of how he always asks for your notes after a gaming night with Felix just to nap in class. He’s annoying because he’d drop you in a heartbeat for a single slice of cheesecake from Jeongin’s mom’s bakery. He’s annoying because of how well he can get along with everyone.

Chatty, down-to-earth, easy-going with a lovable smile—attractive, very attractive.

It’s the week after that. “What...happened?”

“He lost his voice,” Jeongin sighs, looking like he genuinely wants to facepalm himself against concrete while walking with an incoherent Jisung to school; expressive hands with his mouth agape and all.

You tilt your head, “...for real?”

“For real.”

After a few seconds of eyeing Jisung struggling with converting what’s in his head, you exhale deeply and quickly rummage through your backpack, “Just stop, you look ridiculous.” And he does just that, zipping his mouth metaphorically and giving you those typical puppy eyes. “Here, use this.”

His eyes light up like stars when you rip off a page from one of your notebooks and offer it to him along with a pen. Truth is, you’re expecting something as predictable as ‘I like you’ or ‘It’s alright it’s just the worst cold I’ve ever caught’. But then, what’s displayed on the piece of paper right now only baffles you.

Park is going to murder you if he sees some uglyass tear in your Ochem notes :)

A forced grin splits your lips open. “Not if I murdered you first and then the entire school and then myself.”

The first genuine smile blossoms on his lips when you give him a mini-sized notepad and pencil the day after—his sixteenth birthday.

And Jisung decides this is it.

It happens when the sun hasn’t even come out yet and the irritating blue light from his phone reads 5:32 AM.

It happens when he sees your reclined figure leaning back against his mattress, his pupils tracing your delicate features. Perplexed emotions fill his eyes to the brim, fulfillment bursting within his chest when you stare right back at him with such purity. So pure that it seems you can do no harm to him and neither can he.

“Hey stupid,” you murmur quietly, shoving a notepad and pencil against his chest, “Happy birthday.”

Jisung gives you a bright smile, opens his mouth, and snaps it close mere moments later. Sixteenth birthday. Early in the morning. Tired grins. The fondness of being so disgustingly in love.

He can’t help but lean in and caves into the taste his soul has longed for as long as he can remember.

Two weeks have passed since Jisung has lost his voice.

Nothing has differed if you’re being completely honest. Han Jisung is still annoying. His lack of ability to speak doesn’t appear to be a problem to him at all. He loves chatting with people even though he’s more of a listener now. But with the small notepad you gave him a few days ago, being socially active is the norm for him even now.

Thanks to his rather short-period experiences of observing people’s expressions and how their features contort in certain ways when they’re feeling certain emotions, Jisung catches onto your mood more quickly during bad days to help you release your inner turmoil by scribbling down something stupid on the notepad. It’s kinda nice like this, you’d think to yourself sometimes.

Other times, you’re more scared that you might have forgotten what his voice sounds like.

“No wonder you got a fucking cold. Stop taking midnight showers already.”

You wave Jisung over when he closes the wooden door to your bedroom, droplets dripping from his hair as he scratches his stomach tiredly. His hair is a mess when he lazily crawls onto your bed, the cushion beside you dips slightly.

His index finger pointing at his post-shower head and a shit-eating grin are all you need to snatch the white towel around his neck.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed,” you mumble while rubbing the cotton fabric into his hair, “But you’re awfully upbeat for someone who’s lost their voice. Can’t you at least pretend to be sad about it?”

A noise of protest escapes his throat like second nature as your eyes carefully read the quick movements of his mouth. “And can you not be so mean to someone who’s lost their voice?”

A faint smirk creeps its way up to your lips. “Still like me now?”

Jisung thinks hard for a few moments before jumping out of bed to snatch his notepad from your studying area. Of course, I like you. I like you a lot. Your heartbeat momentarily spikes at his scrawny handwriting. Just when your gaze is averted away to cool the blush on your cheeks, he tugs at your sleeve again and points at a different mess of scribbles. You’re more gentle when I’m like this. And you’d always find me if I ever got into trouble. What’s there for me to be sad about?

“Annoying little shit,” you swallow your pride and let him settle his head against your chest.

His presence melts into yours during the hardest hours of the twenty-four, heartbeats on heartbeats and warmth on warmth. Your one regret is that you’re unable to register his tears that night, only the incoherent, breathless hiccups almost as to desperately call out your name.

It’s been a month since Jisung’s lost his voice. And the night when he kisses you for the second time, his notepad is long forgotten next to your pillow.

I-can’t-talk. Give-me-a-break.

Jeongin. Cheesecake. Please? Pretty please?

I’ll fucking kick you.

Wait, there’s homework?!

...so you’re telling me LMAO isn’t how French people laugh?

“This is what you’ve been doing during breaks huh…” you mumble under your breath while lazily flipping through the papers. The occasional ‘I like you’-s do pop up every two pages or so, which is more than enough to make you smile like an idiot. But that is until a peculiar paragraph yanks your attention by its neck and tosses it against a brick wall.

Mom, promise me you’re not going to cry.

He made auntie cry?!

I lost my voice for real now but it wasn’t supposed to be like that at first. I just wanted to mess with Y/N and freak her out for a day.

I’m seriously going to punch him.

She was a lot softer toward me after that, you know. I know it’s extremely selfish of me but I just can’t help being so happy. I’m sorry, mom. I really am.

Han Jisung you fucking idiot.

I was going to surprise her on my birthday by saying ‘good morning’ out loud but nothing came out. My voice was gone.

Guilt, anger, remorse take over you. You knew nothing of this. You never once questioned for a logical reason behind the loss of his voice and kept moving onward as if it’s not that big of a deal. You didn’t suspect it as a kind of prank, either. But you still care, all this time! You have been doing everything in your power as a way for both you and Jisung to treasure himself even if he can’t speak anymore.

I went to a check-up last week. Nothing came up. I’m sorry. Please don’t cry.

However, without fail, the obnoxious part of you will keep wandering back to the concept of soulmates that has been engraved so deeply into the society you’re living in. It makes no sense to you that Jisung lost his voice for no reason right before his sixteenth birthday. This explains it all now.

It’s going to be okay, mom. Because I have Y/N. I know she would come running toward my side over and over again even if she can’t hear me anymore. I really don’t know what I’d do without her in my life.

Jisung knew the penalty for being the first to exchange any words of love yet he still did it. And you were too busy overlooking that stupid pride of yours to say those three words back.

It’s getting to the point where I’m starting to forget what I used to sound like. I’m sorry. Please don’t cry.

Jisung fixes the strap of his backpack, looking up at his mom after slipping into his sneakers. She ruffles his bed head and hands him a small white box with Jeongin’s bakery’s signature logo on it.

He tilts his head in faint confusion, peering at the box of pastry in his arms.

“Give it to Y/N on the bus, okay? Her parents aren’t home right now. You know how she would always skip breakfast when they’re out of town.”

His eyes light up instantly in realization and Jisung nods, preparing to bid her farewell. Just then, his front door comes flying open. It can’t be a mere acquaintance because there are very few people other than his parents and himself who know of the spare key hidden under the welcome mat.

As Jisung turns around, he’s keenly aware of your teary eyes already trained on him. Which in hindsight, makes no sense. As a result, panic rises within the hollowness of his chest, his lips falling agape but no coherent words come out.

“Y/N, sweetheart,” his mom flinches, slightly caught off guard, “Is everything okay?”

A scowl stretches over your contorted features as you shut the door loudly. “What the hell is this?” you question, shoving the familiar notepad into his chest. “A prank? A prank?! Do you think that this is funny?”

Jisung’s frantic eyes move to read the paper and every single color on his face drains tremendously. He easily recognizes the peculiar paragraph by how much lighter the ink is compared to the rest of the messy lines because his pen was running low and his hand couldn’t stop shaking.

Your voice.

His eyes avert back to look at you. His brows furrow timidly and shaky breaths burst from his lips almost like a desperate cry for help. There’s too much he wants to say, too many things to explain, and too many questions running through his head that he can’t process what to do next. He might just overwhelm both you and himself.

I need to hear it again.

And you might not stay by his side this time.

“Okay, don’t answer me then, I guess,” you chuckle lowly, dipping your head and turning around.

Jisung grabs at your sleeve instinctively and drops the pastry box, his gaze empty and all too knowing. Sorrow glazes over his starry eyes when it starts becoming hard to breathe properly. The outlines of his lips are moving non-stop yet nothing comes following after that.

“I don’t know what you’re saying,” you rasp out and tug at his hand. Then it hits you. He’s like this because of you. Jisung lost his voice because of you.

His mom cuts into the conversation, “Y/N, you don’t understand!”

“I’m sorry, auntie,” you smile sadly and take off running into the streets.

You, in the midst of your self-loathing and guilt, allow your feet to go wherever they want as your vision spirals into a blur. A single droplet threatens to fall when a forceful hand yanks you back to reality.

It takes Jisung a moment to regain his regular breathing pace. And when he finally gets it, all he can do is call out to you with the same inaudible sounds and the same desperation in his eyes. It seems as though he’s fully aware that the prank was the stupidest, most irrational thing he’s ever done. But there’s more to the ocean within his eyes than just remorse.

“I already told you,” you clench your jaw and slap his hand away, “I don’t fucking know what you’re saying!”

A deep sigh. “Why am I mad? Of course, I’d be mad! It’s because of me that you lost your voice! It’s because I like you, too! Yet I never said it back… You lost your voice because of me! Don't you get it? Why can't you just hate me for the sake of it?!”

You miss his voice. You miss it a lot.

You want to hear it again. You want to hear him call you by your name. You want to stay up late and talk about anything to the ends of the Earth and back with him. You want him to be the obnoxious, chatty Han Jisung you've always known.

You miss how annoyingly loud he is.

“Y-Y...Y/N…!”

Jisung collapses onto his knees, a hand on concrete while the other is on his neck. His chest rises and falls unevenly, muffled noises of discomfort echoing deep down from his throat. Despite that, what you heard just now, is his voice.

“Answer me when I call your name. So I’d know that you’re still here with me.”

“I promised you, didn’t I,” you spread your arms and smile warmly, “That I’d always answer when you call my name. As long as I can still hear you, I will come running toward you over and over again. Doesn’t matter what it takes, doesn’t matter where you are.”

Jisung lifts his head and tears come rolling down on his cheeks. His throat feels swollen when he stutters with difficulties, trying to convey what’s in his head, “Y-Y/N, don’t- don’t go! Please don’t leave me...!”

“Come here,” you close your eyes with the widest grin on your lips, “I’m not going anywhere.”

Only when Jisung grows closer and throws his arms around you, sobbing into your uniform do you convince yourself that all of this isn’t a hallucination. The hug is a lot stronger than what you’d expect. First of all, you nearly fell over from the impact and your arms are pinned so tightly to your sides that you feel like your ribs are going to snap.

Everything is so overwhelming that all you can say is, “Ow.”

“Sorry,” he mumbles into your hair and loosens his arms a bit so you can loop your hands to the nape of his neck and hair.

“You’re so annoying, Han Jisung.”

He purses his lips, sniffling, “You tried to make me snap on purpose. Meanie.”

You quirk a playful brow, “Still like me now?”

“Yeah,” Jisung smiles, “A lot.”

Because he knows that he has you. Until every last star in the galaxy explodes as a supernova, Jisung has you.

[cherryobx]

I'm all yours//Rafe Cameron x reader

request: "Hii!! I love your writing! What if Rafe and Y/N have a fling, but he doesn’t make a move or show his motives, so she starts distancing herself from him. Later he finds out that she’s been going out with another guy (totally up to you to decide whether it’s obx character or fictional) and decides to have a conversation with her about what they are (he’s a liiitle too jealous and it makes her mad, but they work it out after a small fight). That’s it!! Hope you like it, have a great day🥰"

summary: Rafe realizes something when he hears that you're seeing someone

warnings: language, mentions of sex (but no smut!), FWB, angst

WC: 1.7k

(not my gif, creds to the owner!)

He was never there when you woke up. It was like a tradition at this point. He always left without you noticing. Of course, some mornings you wished that he’d stay a little longer and just hold you and whisper sweet nothings into your ear. But that was Rafe Cameron we’re talking about. It was nothing more than a friends with benefits situation. Although you wished it was something more. You’d never tell it to Rafe though. He’d just make fun of you for wanting something that was so out of your reach, something almost impossible.

After stretching a bit on your bed, you sat up and tried to rub the tiredness away from your eyes. Your eyes drifted to the alarm clock beside your bed. 7:32. Why had you woken up so early? You blamed it on the coldness of your bed and the sheets. After all it was just you in it.

You stood up, put on an oversized t-shirt and started picking up your clothes that had been scattered all over your bedroom the night before. You tossed them onto the bathroom floor and made a mental note to put them in the washing machine later.

Feeling your stomach grumble with hunger you walked into the kitchen and put two slices of bread into the toaster. You opened the fridge and took out the butter. Lately you had been obsessed with toast with butter. It was heavenly on mornings like these.

As soon as the toast was done, you spread some butter on them. You didn’t care enough to put them on a plate. Or you were just lazy. One of those reasons. As you were eating your toast, you scrolled on your phone, seeing all the pictures and videos from last night’s party. You had decided not to go and just stay home and watch a movie all by yourself. You actually treasured those moments. Rafe came over in the middle of the night and of course he was pretty hammered. You still slept with him though. How could you deny yourself such pleasure?

When you were finished eating, you sat on the living room couch, pulling your knees up to your chest. You felt pathetic, sad even. You were sorry for yourself. You had let Rafe crawl into your life, into your head, and now you couldn’t get him out. He was always on your mind.

“This has to stop,” you mumbled to yourself, as you took out your phone and texted the guy you had turned down a few days ago. He had asked you out but you declined because it felt wrong to go out with a guy that wasn’t Rafe. But now you realized that the smartest thing right now would be trying to forget about Rafe. He didn’t see you as nothing more than a friend, a hook-up.

He replied almost immediately which was a bit weird because it was 8 in the morning but you didn’t give it much thought. You agreed to go on a date with him in the evening.

As you were getting ready to go on the date, you got a text from Rafe, asking if he could come over tonight. You didn’t reply. It’s for the better, you thought.

The guy, Luke, picked you up at 7 p.m sharp and took you to out to eat. It was pretty romantic you were not going to lie.

“You’ve been living in Kildare your entire life? How have I not seen you before?” you asked before taking a bite of your food.

“It may be because I don’t really go to parties.” You raised your eyebrows in surprise.

“You don’t? Then what do you do here? There’s really nothing to do here except parties and golf, if you ask me.”

“Well, mostly I just hang out with my friends, play golf, go fishing. You know, the usual stuff.”

“I’d get bored with that fast,” you laughed.

“Then what do you do here?” he asked.

“Umm, I go to parties, obviously, I’m not lame,” you said, sarcastically rolling your eyes. “But sometimes I surf.”

“You do? Isn’t that like a pogue thing?”

“So, sport is now a pogue thing? Yeah, I don’t label things like that. The whole pogue vs kook things is just pointless in my opinion.”

“If you say so.” He took a sip of his drink.

After dinner, you walked down to the beach and just took a stroll there. It was a beautiful sunset and you even took some pictures with him to remember that night.

“I had a really good time tonight. Thanks for not turning me down like I did you.” He had just brought you home and walked up to your front door.

“No problem. Who am I to say no to such a pretty girl.” The compliment made you blush.

“Also, thank you for paying tonight. I promise I’ll pay next time.”

“There’s going to be a next time?”

“Yes. I mean if you want to.”

“I do.”

“Then it’s settled.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek before entering your home and closing the door behind you. You were actually happy with how this whole thing turned out. You hadn’t thought about Rafe even once this whole evening.

When you stopped answering to Rafe’s texts and calls, he became confused. What was going on? Had he done something to upset you?

After a few weeks in the dark, he heard at one party that you were seeing someone. He felt this kind of tightness in his chest. It was a mix of emotions. Almost like anger but not really. He couldn’t put a finger on it why he felt like this. It was not like you were his girlfriend or anything. Although he liked the sound of that. Y/N, his girlfriend.

He left the party and came over to your place. He banged his fist on the door repeatedly. Je might’ve even woken up your neighbours with all the noise he was making.

“Rafe, what the fuck are you doing here in the middle of the night?” you asked, as you opened the door. You were wearing an old t-shirt and shorts. You looked adorable to him.

“Can we talk?”

“At 2 in the morning? No fucking way.” You started to close the door but he shoved his foot between the door and its frame.

“Y/N, please. I need to speak with you.”

“Then come back at a reasonable hour,” you huffed and rolled your eyes.

“This is a reasonable hour. Just let me in.”

You let out a sight but then opened the door for him. You walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water because your throat was feeling a bit dry. He followed you close behind.

“If you’re here for sex then you might as well just leave right now. I’m not in the mood.”

“Is it so hard to believe that I’m here just to talk to you?”

“You want an honest answer to that?” you asked, raising your eyebrow at him.

“Not really.”

You took a sip from your glass and then placed it on the kitchen counter. “If you’re really here to talk then talk. I want to go back to sleep.”

“I don’t want you going out with that Luke you’ve been seeing.”

“How the fuck is that your business? I can go out with whoever I want. You can’t tell me what to do.”

“Yes, I can. I know what’s best for you.”

You bitterly laughed. “Oh, you do now? Rafe, you don’t know shit.”

“He’s not a good guy for you.”

“And you know that how? He treats me better than you ever have. And that’s a fact. Keep your nose out of my business and go find some other girl to fuck. This,” you waved your finger between you two, “is over. I don’t want to see you anymore. Like ever again. So you might as well delete my number.”

“I’m not going to do that.”

“Why can’t you just leave me the fuck alone?” The frustration within you was too much to handle as tears started to fall from your eyes and roll down your cheeks.

“Because I love you, for fucks sake,” he admitted, yelling.

You were staring at him in shock. You were speechless and didn’t know what to say. Was this like some sort of cruel prank he was playing on you? Or was he serious? Could it be? It was hard to believe. Why would he admit it now, after all this time?

“I didn’t realize it at first. I was so caught up in myself and my problems. But when I heard you were seeing someone, I freaked out. I didn’t like the feeling it gave me. I didn’t like the thought of you with someone else other than me. It didn’t seem right.”

He slowly walked closer to your, now sobbing, frame. He placed one of his hands on your shoulder and the other under you chin. He lifted it so you’d look him in the eye.

“If there’s a slight chance that you’re feeling like I do, please tell me. If not, I’ll leave right now and you’ll never have to even see me again.”

“I do,” you whispered, not being able to actually talk. Your emotions were overwhelming you as you broke down. He wrapped his arms around you and rubbed his hand up and down on your back in a soothing manner.

“It’s okay. Don’t cry. I’m here with you.”

You stood there for what felt like eternity, crying between his arms. When you had calmed down you pulled away a bit so you could look at him.

“You’re such an asshole. You know that, right?”

He nodded. He knew.

“But. I love you too. Always have been. I tried so hard to forget you. That’s why I started going out with Luke. So I could forget you for a couple of hours. And it worked. But as soon as I got home it was like he never existed. I thought about you. Only you.”

“Well, now I’m all yours.”

“That’s good to hear because I’m yours as well.”

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[lifewithdavefarts]

DaveFarts - Episode 7 “The Noisy Roommate” [Episode List] Tim spends the night at Dave’s house and they have to share the latter’s full-sized bed. As they go to sleep, Dave soon makes sure that it’s gonna be a noisy night.

The episode is inspired by TheFartingWolf’s video/premise of the same name. I had a similar idea sometime ago but I figured I could just combine my story and the video for, I don’t know, a real 4D experience? With that said, I’m ready to delete this story should TheFartingWolf want me to do so.

Also keep in mind that this is not a story about the IRL person who made the video linked above, but rather two fictional characters.

The Noisy Roommate

“Thanks for having me over, bro.” I thanked Dave, while rummaging through my backpack.

This was not the first time I slept at Dave’s house of course, not even the first during our 20s, but this time it truly was a last-second solution. This is not like the shower emergency from sometime ago, though water is involved again somehow.

“No problem dude. I needed someone to help me finish this case of beer anyway.” he said, cracking one open and throwing the can at me, which I managed to catch.

“Always up for it.” and I took a long sip of that cold nectar.

“I’m sorry you almost drowned.” he joked.

“Yeah it was terrible.” I played along.

Truth is that some pipe in my house literally exploded and water flooded the entire apartment. It’s not as bad as it sounds: the leak was already fixed but I still needed a place to stay for the night. I didn’t even have time to call anyone as Dave simply showed up at my place and drove me here.

We sat on the couch to watch some bad movie as we kept chatting about some random stuff and having beer. We were both dressed casually, Dave sporting a pair of grey shorts and a black t-shirt, outfits that doubled as our pajamas, even though Dave was probably gonna sleep shirtless as he usually does.

And again, as usual, I felt some familiar vibrations going through the couch. I rolled my eyes and chuckled.

“Straight to the point, I see.” I commented.

He laughed and slightly leaned, ripping the rest of the 7-seconds rip towards me, without the couch muffling the sound now. I always appreciate how my bud is so casual about my kink and that fart, needless to say, was impressive, despite being “small” for my bro’s incredibly high standards. Also, he basically almost always farted like this even before he knew about my fetish which, again, led me to appreciate more how his attitude towards me didn’t change at all -and he knows very well the “side effects” his blasts give me.

I pitched a tent in my own shorts but I managed to hide it by adjusting my position, crossing my legs. Whether Dave noticed that or not was irrelevant, as he kept ripping a couple of more loud toots.

We resumed watching the TV for like one hour until we both decided it was time to turn into corpses for the rest of the night, so we went upstairs, the beers making us a bit dizzy but nothing serious.

I was familiar with Dave’s house so I headed directly to the guest room, my bud right behind me.

I stepped into the dark room, turned the light on, and I saw it, staring at me from the bed.

Brave Dave was the first one to run away, pulling me outside of the guest room as I hastily shut the door. Team work!

“Okay, Tim. Were you cursed or something?” he asked.

On the bed we both just saw a huge spider, the biggest we’ve ever seen in real life. While we’re not properly arachnophobic, it’s not like *we like* sleeping with spiders hanging around.

We were both manly adult men and so we were both very afraid of the eight-legged monster sneaking out to murder us in our sleep, or simply existing, so the two of us rushed to the kitchen and came back with tons of duct tape to block up every nook and cranny of the guest room door.

“Alright.” I said. “I’ll just use the couch downstairs.”

“Nah bro.” Dave commented. “My bed’s full-sized. You can join me.” and he walked towards his room.

I needed some time to process what he just said. Me and Dave shared a bed many times but that was always before I came out to him. I wonder how-

“Look, I hate to interrupt your inner monologue about self-pity and all” he said, kind of annoyed. “But can we just for once skip your awkward bullshit and head to bed? Thanks.” and then disappeared into his room.

I chuckled a bit as I realized how “formulaic” I was being lately when he more than once proved to me that he had no issues with me, so I followed him. 

The bedroom was dimly lit and he was already lying on his side of the bed, shirtless, showing off some mild pecs and an overall nice-looking figure.

“I gotta warn you: I’m a screamer in bed.” I jokingly said, lying down on my side of the bed, just by the window.

“Oh yesss, scream harder, daddy.” he played along, laughing.

We were both lying down, mindlessly scrolling stuff on our smartphones and reading articles. That only lasted a couple of minutes.

“Well, time for your goodnight kiss” Dave announced, quickly wrapping his legs around me and planting his butt in grey shorts in my face.

I was still lying down as the fart erupted, almost making me deaf for how loud it was, so up close and personal. I couldn’t see the ceiling very well as Dave’s hairy legs mostly obstructed the view. The blast didn’t even smell that much, which made me assume it was on command rather than fully natural; not that it didn’t stink at all of course.

The beer-powered fart lasted about 10 seconds. He wiggled his ass on my face a bit and then let me go/breathe. “I thought you were a screamer.” he teased and went back on his side of the bed, which almost looked queen-sized.

I didn’t say anything and I simply turned my back to him, trying to be annoyed and failing miserably, feeling a faint scent in my nostrils every time I breathed.

“Looks like there’s a leak in my house as well.” he said, right before ripping another thunderous blast, this time far from me. I tried to ignore that, but I still pitched a tent anyway. I didn’t even turn around: I’m not going to let the teaser win!

After a couple of minutes, Dave turned the lights off and the room fell into darkness, the only source of light being a digital alarm clock inches from my face. 1:34 AM, not as late as I thought, but my body didn’t care and I fell asleep almost immediately.

2:44 AM I hear a loud noise and I woke up, only opening my eyes, the alarm clock greeting my sight in a room of pure darkness. Took me a couple of moments to realize that, of course, it was Dave farting, this time in his sleep. I turned around, noticing Dave’s grey pants as my eyes adjusted to the dark.

3:01 AM I was almost asleep as another fart snapped me back to reality, this time even louder. Again I instinctively turned around and stared at my bud’s butt as the blast erupted. Those felt very airy and pretty much odourless I think. I thought whether I should wake him up but I didn’t want him to think that I was listening to his sleep-farting, which is literally what I was doing sadly.

At this point I was playing the jump-rope between being asleep and awake, every time fully waking up because of Dave farting like crazy. After many farts, the blast at 3:59 AM felt particularly powerful and “meaty”, which made me look again at my friend’s butt, somehow noticing his pants moving because of the air being blasted out. A powerful rip that lasted around 11 seconds I believe. Was I dreaming? Similar farts then followed.

4:59 AM This one almost scared me as when I thought it was over it instead became louder and louder, as if it was a train passing nearby. It had a great sound and flow, one of the best I ever heard from my bro.

5:32 AM Another peak in farting activity. Falling asleep at this point was impossible. Each moment of silence was just the quiet before the storm and I completely gave up on the idea of resting that night.

6:21 AM This one was so loud and powerful that even Dave woke up for a moment. He simply sighed in relief though, but when even the farter wakes up, you know the fart was incredible.

6:36 AM A similar blast greeted the first lights of the dawn. 

Even more powerful rips were heard at 7:16 AM and 7:33 AM. At around 8:01 AM, Dave finally woke up by himself, one of his loudest farts acting as natural alarm clock.

That was a long night and as I heard Dave going downstairs to do his morning routine, I figured it was finally time to catch up some sleep, but ironically enough the silence made it more difficult as I was now so used to his blasts that they felt like white noise, fetish or not.

That teasing bastard won and wasn’t even done.

After merely 30 minutes, I heard him jump on the bed. I was facing the window, pretending to be asleep, but I knew he was standing on the bed, towering over me.

“Rise and shine, roommate!”

He squatted over my head, still sporting those grey shorts, and ripped a huge, loud and proud natural morning fart all over my face. I’m kind of glad I was already awake, ‘cause I would have been scared to death by that gas thunder. Where was all of this gas coming from? How was he not done?

I screamed, annoyed, and pushed him on his side of the bed, my hands touching his still-farting ass, the stench being this time unbearable. I heard him laugh like an idiot as he lied next to me, keeping one of his legs up as he finished ripping that loud, long fart.

“So you are a screamer!” he joked.

“And you fart in your sleep.” I replied.

“As if you’d mind me doing that.”

Whether he was aware or not of what happened during the night, Dave was as usual so comfortable around me that he just didn’t care and it was all just a big gassy prank for him. So I just lied there, awake, chatting with my bud about my house looking like Venice, so tired and so exhausted that I didn’t even bother about the spider staring back at us from the ceiling.

End of Episode 7

[steve0discusses]

S5 Ep 15 Pt 2: Don’t Trust Anyone Who Wears a Floor Length Robe Over Their Casuals in Yugioh

Hey, it’s my birthday, so I’m gonna release this early because the rest of today I just have to work like an adult and that’s no fun.

In the first half of this episode we dunked the worlds smallest plane into a lake and so this second half of the episode involved the kids running as far away from their only responsible adults as they could.

Which like...took whole of less than a second for them to peace out and enter mortal danger.

...I’ve never been in a jungle in India but...I have seen the Jungle book many times...and there’s like tigers and stuff in there, right? and tons of monkeys that are hella mean? And freakin snakes? They sing jazz and scat? That’s some terrifying stuff.

Like these city kids have to learn at some point to fear the woods. But they just freakin don’t. And strangely, the most dangerous thing in these woods isn’t even a snake or something, but a human man just being as suspicious as possible lying prone on the ground.

(read more under the cut)

The card cultist happens to have a British accent, because this voice acting team freakin loves to pull out their British accents. It’s not as lowbrow as Valon, but it’s not as...well whatever Bakura is supposed to be. He’s a lot more tame than Bakura’s, but still very British.

I don’t know if this is because British English tends to be taught instead of American sounding English in many parts of India, but, most likely they just wanted to do an accent. And like...he’s an archeologist...and so the stereotype is there...but honestly, the decision of making this guy British gets weirder and weirder as this episode goes on, get ready for it. None of you are ready for what I assume is the very obvious plot twist of this freakin guy.

Catfish of the century, this freakin guy, I’m pretty sure.

Yugi immediately believes this completely out of place white British stranger in the Indian backwoods next to this inaccessible lake and immediately thinks “yes, my Grandfather crash landed in India EXACTLY where I’m standing right now, and now I must save him.”

Thankfully, Yami exists to gently and politely tell Yugi to hella stop.

Also, I like that Yugi has finally stopped wearing his school outfit out of school. But, he is instead wearing a jacket that is so close to his school outfit I honestly couldn’t tell until the end of this episode. It’s like...I think one shade more purple, it has white piping, and his undershirt has a center seam. It’s nice Yugi has 3 versions of the same black sleeveless undershirt, and this show cares enough to show that tiny factoid about Yugi’s closet.

So, because Yugi is a dumbass and Pharaoh has to just sit back and watch this happen so he can say “told you so” later, they follow this random cultist they found in the woods. Much like Hansel and Gretel, we snack on cake crumbs all the way to the witches house, which in this case, is an undiscovered monolith you would have easily seen from outer space.

HMMMMMMMMMM.

And so get ready for this:

Hey guys.

Remember how Alexander the great was buried in a pyramid?

Now because they’re name dropping Alexander, that’s actually kind of helpful, because Alexander the Great’s favorite damn horse in the entire world died while he was at war with India so he named a city after it. It’s believed to be in Punjab, which is in the Northern part of India

Which means we first of all, definitely crossed the tallest mountain range in the world to get here, and also means that we are like...in some really disputed territory of India right now, and it is crazy that these kids went here for a vacation completely unsupervised.

Another fun fact about Alexander is that when he died, it took 6 days for his body to decompose. At the time, they thought it was because he was a God (or in Yugioh’s case, Extremely Cursed) but nowadays historians think it’s because it took him 6 days to fully die. He just wasn’t dead yet. Had to give it a minute and the ancient Babylonians just got way too excited.

Anyway, Alexander super died in Babylon so I don’t know what the hell he’s doing in India. There is a fun spot in History where his body did get dragged to a couple different places, meaning we probably did lose the original Alexander and there’s a lot of people just guessing at where he ended up...but putting him clear up in India sure was a choice when one of his assumed burial sites was literally Egypt, which would be a more fitting location for a Pyramid and a more fitting location for this show.

Especially since Alexander was trying to invent a new race and culture...it seems a little strange he’d be buried in such a massive pyramid, but maybe he got a really, really good pyramid deal from the funeral home when he was like 28 and just figured he’d change it before the time he died at 32.

Which...now that I’m older than 32, how crazy is it that Alexander the Great died at freakin 32? You blink twice and you’re 32. Is history seriously trying to tell me this guy wasn’t like secretly 62? That maybe he just celebrated his 20th for like 20 years in a row as a royal mandate? I just feel like history is playing pranks on me with Alexander.

Anyway, our weird shady new archeologist guy is named Alex and so take that as you will.

I sure hope Alexander the Great was revived to wear khakis and bother children. Guy conquered the world once and was one of history’s Freakin Worst so he does deserve it, but also...it would explain why he thinks it’s normal to wear a Darth Maul robe over your business casual.

Anyway, lets enter the obvious trap pyramid.

Joey just wanted a nice time running around Northern India. He just wanted to eat some yummy chaat and look at some tourist destinations and maybe glance at a Bollywood star or two. But instead he’s gotta deal with spike floors because Yugi couldn’t say no to a cultist.

Also...one of those spikes clearly went through Tea’s feet, right? And she is absolutely fine? Just checking on Tea’s godlike strength and clearly it is still godlike.

Alex gives us a very long explanation of how he went upstairs and Grandpa went downstairs, and there was a door or something so Alex turned back around and Grandpa was gone.

All of those steps were probably plot relevant and I’ll probably forget all about it in 2 episodes.

The thing is Alex...literally thinks he evaporated. Literally thinks that. But how do you disprove it to this freakin guy who like...might have named a city after his horse once and thinks that’s a normal and acceptable thing to do?

and so Joey immediately leaps onto the haunted playing floor.

the way Yugi said this line was sort of hilarious to me so I may cap it. If I remember to do it (I’ve been a little busier lately, with things opening up, as you can tell because my update schedule is in the toilet.)

So, if Joey jumps in...everyone else has to, also.

And we say good bye to Alex and enter the new forest zone, which looks a LOT like the other forest we were just in.

Nice Protoss armor.

We get some hijinks from the local wildlife, which are all cards but real (but not real because we’re in a board game...don’t think about it) and the off brand Sheikah tablets have helpful monsters in them if you touch em.

This season may have been better off as a video game, being honest.

Joey has gone somewhere else, despite going onto the same game tile, and he’s too busy on a mountain range to really help anyone out. So he’s just gonna vibe up here for a bit.

Tea got up after this point and said along the lines of “k, what’s next?” Because mortal danger does not affect her and she fears nothing.

At a beach somewhere, Tea and Tristan spend some quality time together forming a new family with whatever these creatures are.

And Tea’s love of her winged angel comes full circle and now I will suffer this winged orb for the rest of this arc, pretty sure.

Please admire the number of belts on Tea. Her outfit is like max 00′s and I appreciate that. We’ve had a lot of questionable fashion on Yugioh, but they actually dressed Tea pretty on point this arc. Like I often feel like 00′s fashion is hard to define or describe, but it’s Tea right now. That’s it. She did it, it’s right there.

Yugi gets a new flagship card for this arc, and this time it’s Celtic Guardian. Hell why? I feel like his defining card changes every single arc, and they need to like focus and just give him one. In fact, I’m pretty sure it’s still Dark Magician...and maybe the show forgot?

Anyway, if you just got here, this is a link to read the rest:

https://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/yugioh/chrono

I think I forgot that link in the last recap because yo it’s kind of been a while since I’ve updated, I feel. (well I had a graveyard post and those don’t count really) But, we’re back, we’re still going, slowly but surely.

[mothric]

assessing MHA characters with no context (part 3)

my friends (@an-assortment-of-forks​ @veilder​) asked me to give my first impressions of MHA characters before watching the show, and also guess their quirks and name them. this was great fun and also utterly baffling.

this is the final part. if I left out a character or insulted your fave I sincerely apologize. please do not take this too seriously. I sure didn’t.

special thanks to @thylovelylionheart​ for sending a few extras the others missed.

(part 1) (part 2)

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30. Eric

this dude has your back. I trust him

highly competitive 

very friendly

quirk: can fix anything in a snap like fix-it felix

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31. Zack / Arms McGee

this man does not need help doing chores. in fact he will do your chores and his own simultaneously

wears a mask to prevent the spread of pathogens but probably forgets to wash all his hands at least 25% of the time

Danger Alert!! do not cross Danger Arms McGee. he has killed a man. perhaps several

but if you’re on his good side you will receive excellent hugs

he might still kill you though

quirk: A R M S (they can also stretch)

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32. Josephine

gives me Saeko Tanaka vibes

extrovert, likes to party

enjoys pulling wholesome / non-harmful pranks

quirk: power of Clown. interpret that how you will

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33. What the Fuck

no

horrible

I hate him immensely

I bet he works for Fiery Machismo Man

will murder you very hard and laugh while doing so

quirk: flesh-bending. yes that includes your flesh

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34. Prince

gay

comes from money

you are beneath him because you did not come from money

butler fetch me my furs

quirk: poison gas

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35. Bad Horse (Bad Horse!) Bad Horse (He’s Bad!!)

he rides across the nation, the thoroughbred of sin 

(ok I’ll stop)

cool classy distant type of villain

he has a suitcase filled with money. maybe even TWO suitcases

mystery and tragedy emanate from his shadowy aura

he knows he’s chosen the path of darkness but doesn’t feel conflicted about it. he has accepted the fate that awaits him. after all...there are some people in this world...he wants to protect...........

quirk: shadow powers

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36. PomPom

believes she is a vampire and tries to convince everyone else she is one

she isn’t

into LARPing and Twilight roleplay

quirk: having fangs. that’s it

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37. Teddy

?!?

I’m caught between “I’d die for him” and “he is hiding a terrible secret”

some anime try to pull you in with the cute-looking mascot-y character and then make them wildly OP or evil so I’m not ready to trust just yet

but I hope he is wholesome

quirk: being a sentient teddy bear

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38. Shark!Venom

Venom, but a shark

that says it all really

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39. Freddie

misunderstood

wants to make friends but struggles to open up

no, literally

his zipper is stuck

please help him

quirk: zipper? powers???

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40. HHHHHHHHHHHHH

HUH??!?

WHAT?!??

NO

this is the worst thing I have ever seen

sometimes keeping fetishes to yourself is better

I refuse to assess this one any longer

quirk: terrifying me specifically

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41. Gabriel

mime your own business!

he’s got enough hands on deck

hands off the merchandise

scared? get a grip!!

he won’t wrist easy until he has revenge in his grasp

quirk: TALK TO THE HAND

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42. Edd

looks like a Ditto trying to be a person

I diagnose him with one braincell energy. maybe two on a good day

quirk: limited shapeshifting; he always ends up just looking like a different version of himself

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and lastly,

43. Hawks

I know this dude from tiktok bc people thirst for him endlessly

if I’ve learned anything from fandom in general it’s that the characters people simp for the hardest are the worst dating material

this man is in constant pain and uses humour to cope

he will heely away from his issues

and away from conflict

and away from anybody who genuinely tries to care for him

please get some help bird man

he’s also bi because I said so

quirk: flap flap fwoooosh

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final thoughts: “High School but For Superheroes” is what I was told this show is, but some of these character designs have me wondering if, perhaps, some important information has been left out.

thank you for coming.

[chubbydrawer]

This story was a gift from an amazing friend of mine! Hope you enjoy it. We thought together and he made the story and I have a set of drawings releasing soon for this story!

THE SWEATER

Lance wasn't sure about the whole Christmas party. Christmas parties were fine, but insisting that everyone wear an ugly sweater put a cramp on things. Lance didn't even own any ugly Christmas sweaters. Jack, the friend hosting the party said it wouldn't be a big deal - he would order an ugly sweater and have it sent to Lance's apartment.

Lance opened the box with the sweater Jack had bought for him, and laughed out loud. The sweater was perfect for the ugly sweater contest. Printed with a fat, hairy, Santa Claus belly, Lance was sure that it would be a riot at the party.

Looking at his reflection in the mirror, Lance sighed. Medium tall, Lance hadn't been able to escape tsome college weight gain. With his height, he still looked fine, but there was definitely some extra fat around the belly. Time to hit the gym, Lance thought. Pulling the sweater on, Lance checked himself out in the mirror. He tried a smile. His beaded face looked tired. He looked absurd, but that was the point, he supposed.

The sweater hung loosely on Lance's slim frame. Jack had warned him in advance that the only size the sweater was available in had been 4XL. Still though, it only helped to make the fat belly printed onto the sweater more absurd.

"This is going to be hilarious!" Lance thought to himself. He absently stroked his stomach, and turned to grab his keys. The party was about to begin, and he found that he was feeling ravenous. Would stopping at McDonald's be overkill? Nah, a quick burger wouldn't hurt.

Slowing his car down at the order window, Lance felt his stomach rumble. Maybe a couple of burgers, actually. How could it hurt?

***

Pulling up to the party, Lance was surprised to find his fourth empty burger wrapper on his lap. Unnoticed by Lance, his belly swelled under the sweater, maybe 30 pounds heavier than it had been earlier that evening.

"Damn! I guess that I was hungrier than I thought!" He stepped out of his car, not noticing how the fat belly sweater fit him a little more closely than when he had put it on.

Entering the party, he got immediate laughs at his sweater.

"Dude! That sweater is sick!"

"Does it even have a hairy back? Look, it shows your ass crack!"

"Haha, watch out for fat Lance!"

Lance made a beeline over to Jack.

"Haha, what do you think of my fat belly, man? Thanks for buying the sweater man." Jack glanced over at Lance, a sugar cookie in his hand. Jack was shorter than Lance, and much fatter - he was more than chubby, and wasn't embarrassed about it, though Lance had noticed Jack packing on the pounds lately. Maybe it had to do with stress in his classes?

"You call that a belly?" Jack smirked. "This is a belly." Jack pulled up his marvel Christmas sweater and revealed his hairy, round belly and gave it a couple of jiggles.

"Get over yourself man," Lance laughed, "We all know how proud of that thing you are."

"Haha, you better be careful, man! Too much more, and you'll have me beat in the belly department! Still, enjoy yourself! Have some food!" Jack gave Lance's stomach a significant glance, and an almost proprietary grin before wandering off.

Lance wondered what he had meant about being careful. Sure, he had put on more than a couple of pounds lately, and he had stopped wearing his smaller shirts, but it wasn't a big deal. Lance filled a plate with food, and set off to mingle. He didn't even notice his belly slowly but surely getting bigger as he munched on a cookie.

***

Eating yet another cookie, Lance found himself absently rubbing his belly. Where did the cookie come from? He had finished his plate a while ago... and then went back for another, and another, but he didn't remember grabbing the tray of cookies that sat on the couch next to him. The sweater was much tighter now, stretched across his tight belly. Lance remembered unbuttoning his pants a while back, just to loosen the pressure. What had he been thinking when he pulled on these pants? They were so tight against his chunky legs and thighs.

Jack came over to where Lance was sprawled on the couch, crumbs all over him. Jack grinned widly at his obese friend.

"Looks like you've made a real pig of yourself, big man!"

Lance grunted noncommittally. Jack placed a hand on his friend's massive belly, feeling how tight the fat belly was. He wanted to play with the fat, but held himself back.

Lance shoved a cookie into his mouth, and a look of surprise crossed his face as a ripping sound split the quiet corner of the room.

Jack laughed out loud. "Did you just rip your pants? What were you thinking wearing those tonight man? They would barely fit me! Come on man, my old room mate left some clothes that might fit you." Jack's old roommate Brandon had been a real fatty, but Jack had started to dip into the clothes left at the house - with his recent weight gain, some of the clothes were fitting him better than his own clothes.

"Not a chance - they'll be way too big," Lance said automatically.

Jack chuckled. "Serious, man? There's a chance they'll be too small."

Lance frowned, that wasn't right at all, but found himself remembering how he had always been the fat kid. All through high school, he had been much bigger than the other boys. He had been grateful to make friends with Jack, someone who was so much smaller than him, even when Jack was on the chubby side. They had both gotten fatter when they got into college, but Lance had ballooned, doubling his own weight.

Jack helped Lance to his feet. Lance felt his face burning as he felt the air on his exposed ass. The two made their way through the house; the party was mellowing out as the night progressed, and most people had settled down into smaller groups.

***

Collapsing with a sigh of relief on Jack's bed, Lance grunted as he tried to pull off his pants.

Fumbling through a box, Jack pulled out the biggest pair of pants he could find. Turning back to Lance, he laughed at the fat man's effort to remove the pants. The massive belly in front of him was foreign to him, he kept lunging forward, and falling back, breathing heavily.

"Bro, let me help." Lance leaned back while Jack peeled the skin tight jeans off his fat legs. Lance sighed heavily as the pressure came off him. "Here you go - sweatpants. They start at size 52, but stretch much wider."

Lance stared at the offered pants. Not a chance. He wore 32s. 34 at a stretch. Reaching down, he pulled the pants up. They fit perfectly. Lance scowled. This wasn't right. Lance felt like a fog was being lifted from his mind.

Jack slapped Lance on the shoulder. "Come on, big man!" He said, "Let's get back to the party! They're going to be judging the ugly sweaters soon! I think that you stand a good chance of winning."

Lance stumbled to his feet, aided by Jack. Fat Jack. Only Jack wasn't fat. He was pudgy at best. Sure, Jack had started packing on the pounds lately, but Lance had a sudden memory of Jack saying he wanted to be fat to be like him. Lance was the fat one. He had always been the fat friend. This is not right!

Lance staggered away from Jack, and into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. Jack called after him. Lance turned to see another man was in there. A huge, fat man, with a massive, hairy belly.

"Sorry man - I didn't know anyone was in here." The man mirrored Lance, dodging to the same side to avoid hitting into him. Lance raised a hand. The man did the same. It wasn't another man. It was a mirror.

Lance stared in horror at his reflection. He was huge. He was obese. And he wasn't wearing a sweater. The fat belly from the sweater was his body. He trembled as he explored his new body. His massive, hairy belly felt solid, like a weight on the front of his body. His ass jutted out behind him, soft and jiggly in the sweats he was wearing. His moobs, HIS MOOBS, were soft, and coated in dense hair. Somehow the transformation had worked its way up to his neck and face. His neck looked shorter, coated in fat. His entire face was rounder; his beard doing nothing to hide how fat his face was.

He gave his belly a shake, watching the fat sphere wobble in front of him. This was real. This was happening. What the hell is going on!

He turned as someone opened the door. Jack! Lance tried to hide in the shower, but his fatter body was slower than he was used to. He tripped on the tub and lay there, sideways across the bathtub, his fat trembling as he panted.

"I can explain." Jack said as he shut the door behind him. He turned back to Lance, hands raised in a peacemaking gesture.

"What are you talking about? Look at me man! I'm fat!" Lance struggled to find the words for his dilemma. "I was skinny earlier. I put on the sweater you sent me, and now I'm fat, and everyone is acting like this is normal!"

"I know."

Lance froze. "What do you mean you know? I have two sets of memories in my head, man. One where I'm skinny, and one where I've been fat for years."

"That's right. I know, because that's how I wanted the magic to work. I wanted you to have the choice."

Lance stared at his friend. "What the hell are you talking about."

Jack sighed, and scratched at his underbelly. "How do I explain? I'm what you call a gainer."

Lance frowned at Jack. He tried to pull himself out of the bathtub, but his fat had him wedged.

"A gainer is a person who gets fat on purpose. It... arouses me. The idea of getting bigger, of being covered in fat is a huge turn on for me. However, I also have an interest in seeing other guys get fatter too. I'm not really a feeder, but I love seeing guys get huge. It's a turn on for me."

Staring in disbelief, Lance tried to make sense of Jack's words.

"Turns out, there's all sorts of magic you can buy online to make people fat. Most people do it for vengeance, or pranks, but I like to do it for how sexy it makes the other guy."

"You think this is sexy?" Lance waved a hand at his body, feeling the fat tremble with the gesture.

"Oh, hell yes. Lance, you're so hot. I've always found you incredibly sexy, man. But seeing how you freaked out over gaining a few pounds made me sad. I wanted you to see how sexy you could be with some more weight, and then the Christmas Party came up. It was the perfect chance to let you see how amazing you could look."

Jack reached down, and pulled Lance to his feet. the two stood side by side next to the full body mirror.

"Look at you man." Jack reached over, and carressed Lance's body - gently lifting his belly, and dropping it, rubbing the fat, kneading it like it was dough. Lance felt something stir inside him, and to his surprise, he found himself getting aroused.

Jack leaned up and kissed Lance. "You're so fucking hot right now. I can't even keep my hands off of you."

Lance felt himself in a daze. Jack touching his body felt so good... He was getting hard. "You said something about a choice?" He mumbled.

Jack sighed in regret, and pulled back from Lance. "The way that the magic works is that you have a choice. You can embrace this reality - the one where you've been fat for years," Jack looked at Lance hopefully, "or you can go back to an altered reality, where tonight happened differently."

Lance stared into the mirror at his fattened form. Would he really want this? He reflected on the new memories - hanging out with friends, being the fat friend. In this timeline he was happy. He was confident. There wasn't any pressure to go to the gym. He could eat whatever he wanted. Here he was the big guy the people loved to be around.

"How do you know that the reality will change?" Lance asked, unable to take his eyes off his fattened form.

"You think this is the first time I've done this?" Jack laughed. "You remember my old roommate?"

"Brandon? Sure. That guy was a real fatty."

"He wasn't always that way, but that's a story for another time. He was pretty fit when we first moved in together, but after he saw how amazing he looked, he decided to stay in that reality - live life as a fat man."

Lance couldn't wrap his mind around it - Brandon used to be skinny? But then, here he was, plenty fatter than he had been just earlier this evening; if his one set of memories were anything to be believed. Lance stared at the reflection, and pensively rubbed his fat belly. Did he want this? In the skinny timeline, he was always watching his weight, and worrying what other people thought. In this timeline, he was comfortable with himself. He was outgoing and chatty. He had a lot more friends. The answer should have been obvious. But this felt like cheating. He hadn't really earned this.

Lance sighed. "You'd be surprised at what a hard decision this is for me. My fat life is awesome - there are so many reasons to stay here. I'm still not sure if I agree that I'm more sexy this way," his hard penis had him questioning what was more sexy after all. "But everything else is really good in this reality."

Jack looked hopeful.

"However," Lance raised a finger, "I didn't earn this. This isn't my life. If I'm going to learn to be confident in myself, I want to earn it for me, not through a magic spell."

Jack sighed. "I really hoped that seeing how sexy you are, and seeing how good your life is would make you choose to stay here. Fair enough man. You've made your choice."

"So what happens? How do I get rid of this?" Lance gestured at his fattened body.

Jack looked sheepish. "There's only one way to break the spell and get rid of the fat - you have to fuck it out."

Lance stared at Jack. "Like, jerking off?"

Jack blushed even further. "That wouldn't do it. Now that you've made your choice, you need to fuck the fat into someone else."

Now Lance was blushing. "Who would want that? How am I supposed to find someone willing to take all of this?" Lance gestured wildly.

"It's not going to be all of that, just the fat from what you've eaten this evening. And if you're willing... I'll take it." Jack started to undress, revealing his chubby body. He reached into a drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube.

Lance started to protest, but he felt himself growing hornier as more of Jack was revealed. He felt his penis, rock hard in the surrounding fat.

Jack leaned over, exposing his ass for Lance. "Believe it or not, you're not the first person to turn this down - it explains a bit of the extra fat I have here," Jack gave a chuckle and slapped his fat belly.

Lance stared at the pale ass in front of him. He wasn't the most experienced, but he knew what to do. Grabbing the lube, Lance pushed down the loose band of the sweatpants. Standing rock hard, with beads of pre at the tip, Lance coated himself heavily.

Pressing the tip to Jack's ass, Lance felt Jack tremble as he entered. Jack moaned softly, and Lance began to thrust. All his fat jiggled and trembled as he pushed in and out, fat slapping heavily on Jack's plump ass cheeks. Jack moved slightly with the weight, clenching on Lance's penis inside of him. His belly swayed softly with each thrust.

Lance turned to the mirror, and saw himself - a big fat mountain of a man, fucking the smaller man. Did he really want to lose this? Too late now! He felt himself nearing climax.

"Inside me!" Jack panted. "It's all got to go inside me to get you back to our reality!"

Lance moaned deeply, and thrust even harder. Plunging in to the hilt, Lance cried out as he came - ropes of cum sprang out of his dick into Jack, and they kept coming - Lance felt himself shrinking, his arms, body, belly getting smaller, and more compact. Each spasm sent more fat out of him.

Lance fell to his knees, a small amount of cum dripping from his dick. Jack panted heavily, carefully turning to Lance, holding all the cum in his ass. For as much as came out of Lance, Jack only looked 20 or so pounds heavier.

Glancing at the cum on the ground Jack tutted, "I told you to keep it all in me. For that amount, you probably kept around 15 pounds of fat. It will probably be around the belly and ass, but it's going to be stubborn, and hard for you to lose."

Not caring, Lance stared at his body in the mirror. at some point, the massive sweatpants had slid off, not having enough support on this body, and somehow the fat belly sweater had returned.

"What happens now?" Lance panted.

"Now things go back to normal." Jack smiled.

Lance glanced at Jack's now fatter body, and felt himself getting hard again. Jack saw the stiffening penis. He laughed.

"None of that now! We gotta get things back on track." Jack leaned forward, and gently kissed Lance on the lips. "You might have turned down my offer," Lance heard, as the room around him spun, and started to grow black, "but I hope you learned a lesson from your dick - there's something sexy about a little fat."

***

A loud ripping sound caused Lance to jump awake. He had been dozing on Jack's couch. Someone nearby opened a Christmas present, tearing into the wrapping paper much more loudly than they needed to. Lance felt like hell. What had possessed him to eat three plates of food? And did he eat a tray of cookies? Under his fat santa belly sweater his belly felt hard and round. He felt bloated, but no more than usual when he over ate.

He had a vague recollection of a dream where he had been fat, but he shook that off as Jack called everyone over to take part in the ugly sweater contest. Was it just Lance's imagination, or was Jack looking fatter than usual?

Everyone took turns standing in front of the group, and the sweater with the most cheers would win the contest. When Lance stood in front of the group everyone roared with laughter - he was the winner, hands down. Jack offered him the prize - a basket of baked christmas goodies. Lance hesitated - he had really stuffed himself tonight, and his size 32 jeans felt tight against his bloated belly. Did he really need more goodies? Lance's dream flashed through his mind, and Lance smiled, taking the basket. There was always the gym, and if not, maybe there was something sexy about a little fat.

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#5

Tiktok couple pranks with Lookism boys

You doing the prank on them, or them doing the prank on you based on this youtube compilation of couples pranking each other on tiktok. Time stamps specific to the character is specified beside their names.

Characters include (in order of time stamps): Jake Kim, Samuel Seo, Jong Gun, Vin Jin, Goo Kim, Vasco

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Jake Kim (0:47-1:01)

You just came home from wherever you came from (school, work, meeting with a friend, etc.)

During your travel, you let Jake know that you were about 10 mins away

Within that time, Jake saw the video while scrolling through his phone

He thought it’d be funny to try it on you

When he heard the front door open, he made sure to open you guys’ bedroom door. He then proceeded to make hushing noises loud enough for you to hear while pretending there’s someone else

He heard your footsteps getting closer and he whisper yells to “someone” to hide in the closet

When you reached the door of the bedroom, you see Jake frantically trying to close the closet door

“Hi sweetheart.” Jake leaned on the closet door and tapped it as if he’s letting someone know to stay quiet.

“Hi honey. What do you have there?” Crossing your arms you asked him.

“Oh here? Nothing” Jake taps the closet door again pretending.

“Well, I got take out for the both of us. Also, I don’t know what you took earlier, but I don’t want it. Do tell that non-existent person in the closet to join us. I’ll wait for you in the kitchen.” You told him with a smile on your face and kissed his cheek.

“Whatever do you mean?” Jake asked you playing dumb.

“We both know we’re too loyal to each other to cheat.” You tapped his cheek twice and made your way to the kitchen leaving a dumb founded Jake Kim still leaning on the closet door.

Needless to say, mans was shook. If he ever want to prank you, then he’s going to have to stay away from those cheating pranks if he wants it to work.

Samuel Seo (1:02-1:18)

You got a message from an unknown number saying “I better not see you with Samuel again. Back off my mans.”

Curious to who it was you asked the person who they are. That person pretended to be Samuel’s new woman. She said that they had just met last week.

Samuel was sitting beside you reading over your shoulder with an eyebrow raised.

Humouring the person that texted you, you replied to them with, “I didn’t know Samuel had a nEw WoMan.”

Samuel scoffed reading your reply having an idea who it might be. There was a new and upcoming streamer who has been all over him that recently signed with One MCN.

Fortunately for her, she has enough popularity for her to be not locked up. Unfortunately for her though, you have enough power in One MCN to remove her contract if you wish to.

Anyways, you decided to block that person’s number, but before you did, you told them, “If you’re trying to get with my mans to get a promotion, then don’t bother. I’ll have you out of this company before you can even try. President be damned.”

You turned your head to look at Samuel only to see him looking at you. You smirked at him, and he mirrored your action. You grabbed his jaw to pull him closer and kissed his lips.

You have only gotten back from a trip in Jeju island a few hours ago. How can she have met him last week, when he spent every second of his week with you in Jeju island?

Park Jong Gun (1:58-2:27)

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147 notes • Posted 2021-09-13 23:31:03 GMT

#4

194 notes • Posted 2021-10-18 09:31:29 GMT

#3

Lookism boys’ s/o getting hit on in front of them

Request: “i really like your writing, and i wish you could write how gun, goo, jake and samuel would react with the y/n being hit on in front of them.”

A/n: I’m not sure if you’re meant to send this as an anon ask or not, but since you messaged me privately, I won’t reveal who you are. I basically completed this during my asian history class. Shit so boring man. I genuinely feel like I'm not learning anything. Some people in his class really be falling asleep. This hasn’t been proof read yet.

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Park Jong Gun is the type to stay silent and see how the situation goes. Sometimes, he does this on purpose because he knows you’re capable of handling yourself. Your fierce side is something that turns him on. Though as much as he loves seeing you act fierce, Gun hates it when people touch what’s his. So when the guy touched you out of nowhere, he got mad pissed. However, before he can even react, you already have the guy’s arm in a twist.

Oh boy, as much as Kim Joon Goo loves the attention he gets from girls that flirts with him and the extra attention he gets from you, he hates it when guys hit on you. Joon Goo has no control whatsoever when it comes to jealousy. The moment a guy hits on you, his eye is already twitching because of irritation. When the guy took a step closer to you, he’s standing between you and the other guy. He told the other guy to fuck off, but the other guy thought he was tougher. Said guy tried to intimidate him by antagonizing him. Anyways, Joon Goo knocked him out right away.

Jake Kim has donned on his fake smile. The moment the other started hitting on you, Jake stepped up right away. Despite the smile on his face, a dangerous aura was emitting from him. His towering height further intimidate the other guy. He doesn't appreciate the fact that the other guy is harassing you— doesn't matter whether it's verbal or physical. "I would appreciate if you don't harass my s/o".

An employee from One MCN decided to hit on you when you went to visit Samuel Seo in his office. You had messaged Samuel saying that you'll be in his office in about 10 minutes. A frown decorates Samuel's face when he checked the time. It had been over 10 minutes, and you still haven't arrived. Samuel went out of his office to check if you're in the lobby. Lo and behold, there you are "conversing" with the employee. With long strides, Samuel reached you in a few seconds. He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you away. He gave the employee a look and side glance when passing by him. Needless to say, that employee was fired.

208 notes • Posted 2021-10-05 21:31:44 GMT

#2

Hi could I request a prank for vasco, zack, jake, samuel, gun and goo where their s/o randomly joins them in the shower but with clothes on <3

Joining Lookism boys in the shower

Vasco was in the middle of washing his hair. He had his eyes closed so soap can’t get in his eyes. He has his back facing you, and you took it as a good opportunity to prank him. You lightly scratched his back, slowly moving your hands down. Vasco visibly stiffened and a small shriek left his mouth. You quickly and quietly left the shower before he can see you. When Vasco turned his head, there was no one behind him. He turned pale, thinking the mother ghost from J high had come for him.

Zack Lee was practicing pick up lines while in the shower. “Damn baby, are made of copper and tellurium? Cuz you CuTe.” He had his arms crossed, with his chin up and a sleazy smile. You opened the shower curtains and joined him. You replied, “I’m attracted to you, and according to Newton’s law of gravitation, you’re attracted to me too.” Zack was surprised to see you join him in the showers with your clothes on. He stood in front of you with his legs together with his hands covering his dick. After insulting his pick up line, you left the shower leaving him stunned. “Your pick up line is trash. It won’t even make sense unless the compound formula is seen.”

When you hopped in the shower with Jake Kim, he had his back turned while singing some tune. Sneaking in the shower with your clothes on was very easy. You kissed his back and smacked his ass— hard. Jake was so surprised of your sudden appearance. Like Zack, he also tried to cover his private part. Hugging Jake you told him, “Your ass is so peachy, no wonder you’re always so sweet.” Jake hugged you back and said, “Well, it is the part of my body I’m most proud of.” You guys just stood there hugging each other having a moment— with you soaking wet.

When you joined Samuel Seo in the showers, he was grabbing his soap. He halted his movements, when he heard your footsteps getting closer. Whenever you join him in the showers, he’s no longer surprised because you often do it. This time however, he has his eyebrow raised upon your arrival. You hoped in the showers wearing a full on channel outfit. After seeing you, Samuel just went back to showering.

Park Jong Gun showers way too fast. You tried to join him once, but before you can even do so he’s already done. You were going to open the shower curtains, only for it to be opened for you. He takes one of those 3 minutes military showers.

Kim Joon Goo is a 50-50 type of person. He’s either going to enjoy you suddenly joining him or not. Sometimes he wants alone time in the showers. It’s a weird habit that he has. He wants alone time in the showers, but not when he’s outside the showers. When he’s in the showers, he connects his phone to the speaker and plays music. He has a speaker especially just for his bathroom; that speaker, never leaves the bathroom. Joon Goo likes to pretend he’s in some kind of kdrama every time he’s in the shower. When he gets into a character, he really GETS INTO IT. He creates some kind of scene in his head and do a one man show. He was in the middle of his over dramatic one man show when you suddenly yelled, “CUT.” He didn’t appreciate you inviting yourself in his show. He claims that dress rehearsals are still needed before public showcase.

224 notes • Posted 2021-09-27 09:10:34 GMT

#1

Can I request s/o pranking (Sam, Jake,Gun) like this 👉 https://youtube.com/shorts/z2Fbh5O5Tvo?feature=share

Thank you 😊

I was going to make an hc for this prank, but then I was like “nah”. However, since you requested, I’ll do it. I most definitely didn’t write this while I was drunk 😂🥴.

Calling Lookism boys using the wrong name

Samuel Seo

You don’t and should never ever, prank Samuel Seo in such a manner.

Samuel has insecurities that stemmed from his inferiority complex— which is rooted from his childhood trauma.

The last thing you’d want to do, is give Samuel additional things to be insecure about.

In Samuel’s mind, it will register as you thinking of someone else while you’re with him.

Jake Kim

You and Jake were enjoying a comfortable silence when you “accidentally” called him Munseong.

When you looked across, you saw Jake with one of his brows raised.

“What did you just call me?” Jake asked

“I called you Jake.”

“No, you didn’t. You called me Munseong.”

“No, I didn’t.”

Jake removed your legs that are resting on top of his lap and asked, “Who’s Munseong?”

“Who’s Munseong?” You echoed his question.

With a silent pout, Jake gave you the silent treatment for the whole day. You had to give his whole entire face smooches just so he’d start talking to you again.

Park Jong Gun

You and Jong Gun just had a heated a make out session when you decided to call him, “Joon Goo”

His face was unreadable, but you can tell he was very taken aback.

Jong Gun had leaned back to ask you, “What?”

Repeating what he said you asked, “What?”

“You just called me Joon Goo.”

With a lopsided innocent smile, you said, “No I didn’t”

With a hand wrapped around your neck, Jong Gun pushed you down on the couch and said, “I’ll drill into you and have you know whose name should be spilling out of your mouth.”

Kim Joon Goo

Joon Goo was telling you about Demon Slayer, an anime he had recently watched.

He won't stop talking about Zenitsu. He kept going off about how Zenitsu is so badass whenever he passes out. He loves it when Zenitsu passes out and starts being a badass, but is kinda irritated about it because it reminds him of Gun.

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[FIC] tu es mon âme sœur

Rating: T Characters: Li Zeyan/Reader Word Count: 4753

Tags: Established Relationship. Fluff.

A/N: Can you believe it's already been another year? Happy birthday to the 32 year old!

Summary: Every smile, every glance, every breath is known down to the soul. You aren't sure whether you want this prank to succeed or fail, but the result ends up being unforgettable.

You stared at the unfamiliar reflection in the mirror. "This is a bad idea."

"You promised to attend my party," your friend, an old university classmate, reminded you as she sat in front of another dresser mirror beside you, getting finishing touches done on her by a professional makeup artist.

"I promised to attend your pre-wedding party, which I did, not this."

"Don't tell me you're not even the slightest bit curious about if Li Zeyan will fall for it?"

"......"

Much to your shame, she had you there. A little devil on your shoulder whispered that this was going to be a hilarious prank.

Sighing, you carefully propped your chin in your hand and recalled the whole series of events that led you to this moment of waiting for your friend to finish getting ready and join you and the rest of the bridesmaids and high-class escort women in the room.

It all started several months ago when you received a wedding invitation from this classmate. You were delighted to attend as her bridesmaid and, during the process of organizing everything, when she found out you would be in the country in January she decided to hold a pre-wedding party. Unfortunately, the only date that was convenient for everyone was January 12.

To be honest, it cut a little too close to Li Zeyan's birthday, January 13, for your liking but your friend promised to release you and Li Zeyan at the stroke of midnight and, since you and he had decided beforehand to have a low-key celebration this year, you ended up agreeing.

So, you and Li Zeyan attended what you thought would just be a pre-wedding dinner for your friend and her fiancé, except the dinner ended earlier than you expected and then you were dragged away by your friend to her bachelorette party while Li Zeyan had to go with the fiancé to his bachelor party.

That still would have been normal... until you found out that the bachelorette party was to sneak into the bachelor party as "escorts" under the guise of them being a present sent by the bride. In the words of your friend, this would be the last time her fiancé was allowed to freely eye another woman before he became hers.

But your friend thought it would be hilarious if she and the bridesmaids went in undercover with the real escorts. There was no fear of anything outrageous happening as the high-class escorts were only there for conversation and light flirting.

You weren't of the same mind as your friend though. You didn't even need to think for a second as to what Li Zeyan's expression would be once he saw the escorts. However, your friend pointed out how much fun it would be to pull one over Li Zeyan. Then, once he realized his mistake in treating you coldly, he would have to make it up to you.

This was what spurred on the little devil on your shoulder.

"Alright, ladies, are we ready?" Your friend clapped her hands when she finished admiring her disguise and thanked the makeup artist.

You glanced at the mirror again, still a bit startled to see the unfamiliar face that looked back at you. Your eyes were narrower with eyeliner, but they were framed with eyelashes thickened by delicately applied mascara and smoky eyeshadow. Contour brought out your cheekbones and lipstick made it look as if you had a heart-shaped pout. All of this combined with an intricate hairdo that exposed the line of your neck and a cocktail dress lent to you that likely costed 6 figures made you look like one of the women on the arms of the men at the business parties Li Zeyan attended.

As everyone started to head out, your friend reminded, "Don't forget, whoever can last the longest without being recognized will get a prize."

#

A staff member of the five star restaurant where the bachelor party was being held brought you, the bride, and the rest of the women to the private suite where the men were. The quality of the establishment showed when you couldn't hear any noise from behind the door even though you were just a few steps away.

Your friend gave one last mischievous look to everyone as the staff knocked on the door and received permission to enter.

"Gentlemen, a present from the bachelorette party."

The women streamed in despite the fiancé spluttering and attempting to refuse this service. Each bridesmaid was between two real escorts to reduce their chances of being discovered and you were no different, entering the room as the sixth person.

The first thing you noticed upon walking in was the number of empty wine bottles on the table. It was clear the men had been drinking for a while now and maybe their tipsy state would make it harder for them to recognize you and the bridesmaids.

The second thing you noticed was how everyone's position in the room seemed to be angled towards a certain point. The place where Li Zeyan sat on a sofa.

It was almost as if he was holding court in this room and, even when he sat there in silence and simply swirled the wine glass in his hand with a languid air, his presence drew the eye and commanded everyone's attention. In fact, this was shown when the fiancé—failing to extract himself from two escorts who seated themselves beside him to convince him to let them stay—looked towards Li Zeyan hesitantly.

"CEO Li, um..." He was caught between a rock and a hard place. He didn't want to anger his bride by rejecting her present but he also didn't want to anger Li Zeyan, one of the most powerful and influential men in the business world.

Li Zeyan, who didn't even spare a glance at the women when they came in and had been looking at his wine glass, raised his eyes.

You held your breath and fought against the urge to scoot behind another woman because any movement now would just stand out. Instead, you pasted on a nonchalant look that seemed to work since his eyes swept over you without pause.

Li Zeyan looked back at the fiancé. "Today is for you and your bride."

The fiancé's shoulders slumped with relief at the implied permission before he turned to accept the women and let them mingle with everyone else in the room. Soon, the party was back in full swing with some men and women going off to play billiards in the room, some forming groups to chat, and others still sat around drinking and discussing business.

Before arriving, your friend decided that everyone would first sit beside someone they didn't know to keep from being busted right at the beginning. Then, as the night wore on, people could increase their challenge by seeing how close they could get to someone who knew them.

So, at present, you sat beside a groomsman you were unfamiliar with in one of the chatting groups and maintained light conversation while splitting your attention to observe Li Zeyan's side.

He was discussing business with a smaller group of people, which included the fiancé. Or more like it was the rest of them talking and he would occasionally nod or say something in a few words.

Polite but indifferent.

This was what came to mind as you watched him. You were honest enough to admit to feeling a little jealous and possessive when you saw an escort make a beeline for Li Zeyan; however, he completely ignored her attempts to catch his attention. Rather, as time dragged on, you started to feel sympathetic for her and the sub-zero temperature and atmospheric pressure she must be experiencing.

But then your eyes widened when you saw her lean over, clearly intending to place a hand on Li Zeyan's thigh, to top off his wine glass. His eyes cut over to her the moment she shifted though and you saw the escort flinch back, nearly spilling the bottle. Li Zeyan's lips moved as he said something to her that made her face pale before she quickly got up to leave. Curiosity nibbled at you and you decided to take this opportunity to excuse yourself from your group to cross the room, heading for the empty space beside Li Zeyan.

Your friend caught your eye when you started moving and raised her eyebrows, impressed at the risk you were already taking. She seemed to take your actions as a challenge and also got up to make her way to her fiancé's side.

When you arrived at Li Zeyan's seat, he glanced at you before returning his gaze back to the others in conversation. He looked neither welcoming nor disapproving when you sat down which left you wondering if he recognized you or not. You weren't sure how you felt about that. Disappointed? Relieved?

You listened to the men talk and it was only during a lull in their conversation that Li Zeyan moved his eyes over to you again.

"You're much quieter than the other woman."

Those were his first words to you in your disguise. Did he scare off the previous escort by calling her noisy and showing his displeasure? You amused yourself with these thoughts before replying in a demure voice, "CEO Li seems to appreciate silence."

"Oh?" Interest flickered through his eyes. "What other impression do you have of me?"

You stilled when he subtly turned towards you and the force of his attention landed on you. He was reclined against the back of the sofa, one arm resting on its back while his left hand elegantly held his wine glass. But the relaxed appearance of his body couldn't disperse the cold sharpness in his eyes. It was like he was measuring your reaction and you had never seen Li Zeyan look at you with such impersonal eyes before, as if you were nothing but a trifling amusement.

"Go on, I won't be angry." He seemed to take your lack of response for a fear of reprisal.

You hedged, unsure still if you wanted him to recognize you or not, "... You don't speak much but, when you do, it's direct and to the point, so you seem to value words and efficacy. You're also very knowledgeable about business, but perhaps that's to be expected of the CEO of Huarui."

"Hm."

He didn't confirm or disagree with any of your words. Instead, you could see that he was about to return to conversing with the other men and, for some reason not wanting his attention to leave, you blurted out, "And me?"

Li Zeyan paused and raised an eyebrow.

"What impression do you have of me?"

"You wish to know?" He asked.

"It's only fair after I told you mine, right?"

The weight of his gaze was heavy and you wondered if this was going to be what busted you. Did that sound too much like something you would say? You searched his eyes for any sign of recognition but you couldn't read anything from them.

Suddenly, he raised his glass and tilted his head back, draining all the wine in one go. You watched on as the expanse of his throat was revealed before your eyes, Adam's apple bobbing, before he lowered the empty glass and tilted it in your direction, a silent demand for you to fill it up. Because he drank all the wine at once, remnants of the liquid clung to his mouth and you had to rip your eyes off of those moist lips.

Lowering your head, you grabbed a wine bottle from the table to fill his glass but, just as you started to pour, you heard movement beside you and then a hot breath landed on your ear.

"I find you to be inexplicable."

Your hand jerked and you would have spilled the wine if Li Zeyan hadn't reached out and caught your wrist, seeming to have predicted your reaction. The heat of his palm scorched your skin and you had no idea when he even sat up straight and leaned over to whisper to you.

When you remained frozen in his hold, he finished topping off his own glass before he released you and turned his attention back to the other men, as if nothing had happened. When the others saw that Li Zeyan was finished with you, they enthusiastically engaged him in business talks again.

You didn't know what to feel. Did he do that because he recognized you? But that didn't seem to be the case. If he knew it was you then would he have turned away so quickly? But if he didn't know it was you, then...

You looked at a clock on the wall. There was still an hour to go before midnight.

Conversations ebbed and flowed around you and yet, as you sat there, you were abruptly struck by a sense of loneliness. You couldn't bring yourself to be interested in anything that was being discussed and, even though you were beside Li Zeyan like normal, it couldn't be any more different.

Your mood dropped.

The times you attended business parties with him, no matter how boring the conversation was, you could always find something to do. Sometimes, you would hold onto his hand underneath a table and play with his fingers. Sometimes, he would lean over to supplement what was being talked about or he would tell you what he heard about the people in attendance, knowing you enjoyed those things. He always had a way of partaking in business while being attentive to you.

But that wasn't the case here.

Worse, as you watched Li Zeyan and the men talk, you noticed he would occasionally furrow his brows. It was extremely subtle but, knowing him as you did, you could see the fatigue settling on him. Guilt welled up in you. What began with him accompanying you to your classmate's pre-wedding party ended up with him being separated from you and having to be polite to the bridegroom when he had no relationship with him. Everyone in this room treated him like a benefit they had to win over.

The bride's prank and this whole situation lost all of its appeal for you. You just wanted to head home with Li Zeyan and relax. But you couldn't grab him and drag him out of here without revealing your identity if he didn't recognize you. However, if you revealed your identity then it would ruin your classmate's bachelorette party.

Standing up amidst the turmoil of your emotions, you didn't know what excuse you used before you walked through the suite to the attached balcony that was out of sight of the main room.

The fresh air of the night swept away the smothering atmosphere of the room behind you and you placed your bare forearms on the metal balcony railing, letting the chill seep into your body and shock you into soberness.

You must have gotten lost in your thoughts, staring out at the lights of the city, because the next thing you knew you felt the heavy weight of a jacket being draped on you. Just as you startled, a familiar scent of sandalwood enveloped you and a warm body pressed against your back, wrapping its arm around your waist.

"Idiot, you'll catch a cold if you stand out here like this."

"Idiots don't catch colds," you retorted automatically, only to hear an exasperated sigh.

But then your brain caught up to your mouth and you whirl around in the loose embrace, looking up to see Li Zeyan watching you.

"Zeyan!? Wait, you recognize me?"

"How could I not?"

"When?!"

"From the start," he answered dryly.

"But if you recognized me, then how come you acted like... like that?" You made a vague hand gesture to the room behind him to encompass everything.

His breaths stirred your hair. "You didn't reveal yourself, so I assumed it was some sort of ridiculous game either you or your classmate came up with."

Okay, you couldn't blame him for including you since you did get convinced at the start. What amazed you was how willing he was to play along. But, thinking about it more, maybe it wasn't amazing because his consideration for you always appeared in these small ways.

You burrowed yourself into his chest, hugging him and feeling his arms come up around you in return. "Thank you."

Soaking in his warmth and the sound of his steady heartbeat, you were content to simply enjoy his silent presence. But then a thought occurred to you and you shifted to prop your chin against his chest, looking up at the bottom of his jaw.

"How did you recognize me?"

"I have eyes."

You glared at him and drew back to poke him in the waist, "Not an answer! Give me details."

"Behave," Li Zeyan said lowly as he grabbed your mischievous hand and laced his fingers with yours to prevent you from using it. He sighed underneath your expectant eyes though and answered, "Only you would demand me to answer your questions. Like now."

So you did give yourself away when you asked him for his impression of you. Or more like that confirmed his suspicions.

"Your perfume gave you away as well."

"My perfume?" You echoed, only to remember you had put on a rose fragrance which Li Zeyan had gifted you. "When did you... oh."

You stopped yourself from asking the obvious question of when he smelled your perfume. It was clearly when he asked you to fill up his wine and leaned over to whisper to you. So, he was definitely bullying you there!

As if he saw the beginning of an angry pout on your face, Li Zeyan moved the topic past that. "You were also looking at the clock."

"I only looked once or twice. How did you see that when you weren't paying attention to me?"

He gave you a look you had long ago deciphered to mean that your intelligence was dropping drastically right now in his eyes.

"Okay, okay, nothing escapes your attention. And? What else?"

Li Zeyan raised an eyebrow, amused. "What makes you think there's more?"

"Hmph, just like you know me, I know you too!"

"Dummy, is this something to be that proud of?" Even though his voice was exasperated, there was a shadow of a smile on his lips and his hands were extremely gentle when he raised them to cup your face. His thumbs brushed along your cheekbones, right below your eyes. "And... you're the only one who has these eyes. You look at me as if I'm someone who can tire and get hurt."

"Because you can," you protested quietly.

You didn't know when the distance between you two shrank, but you could feel his breaths on your face and the city lights behind you shone in his eyes, making it look as if someone spilled stars into a grey-blue sea. Unlike before, when you couldn't read anything from him, his eyes seemed to glimmer with tenderness now. You were close enough to see yourself reflected and you knew, with absolute certainty, that in this moment he was seeing nothing but you.

His voice was low. "Also... your eyes are clear. You don't want anything from me."

"Not true," you managed to say through a mouth that had gone dry.

"Oh?"

The darkness may have hid the redness of your cheeks from his eyes, but he probably felt your rising temperature beneath his hands. "I want... a kiss."

You thought you heard a murmured "idiot" carried in a huff of laughter but you couldn't be sure because it was soon drowned out by the sound of a distant bell tower ringing in midnight and your pounding heart when his lips pressed against yours.

The kiss was gentle. Infinitely gentle.

His hands held your face more firmly, angling your head so he could feel you that much deeper with his mouth.

He kissed you again and again.

You were breathless by the time he drew back. He swiped his thumb against your lower lip, a frown momentarily surfacing on his face. "Don't wear so much lipstick next time. It's not good to ingest this amount."

Before you could point out with a laugh that Li Zeyan had some on his lips too, he pulled out a handkerchief from his jacket on you and wiped the thumb he used before scrubbing at your lips. You grabbed his hand, scrunching up your nose at his actions. "Hurts."

He stopped immediately at your words but, after seeing the playful look in your eyes, he rolled his eyes. However, he still bent down and kissed you.

When he drew back, you grabbed the handkerchief from him and wiped his lips for him. He startled at first but quickly realized what you were doing and kept his head lowered to let you reach him easier. You heard the distant sound of the bell tower again as you did this and, this time, you had enough presence of mind to realize what it meant.

"Happy birthday, Zeyan!"

"Mm."

Li Zeyan caught you as you dove into his chest again to hug him. The earlier gloom you had been feeling at the party was completely gone now and you were just filled with contentment in this moment. But the thought of the party suddenly reminded you of something.

"Ah!"

"What is it now?" He asked, exasperated.

"It's midnight, meaning we can go home!"

There didn't seem to be a change in his mood or tone at your words. Instead, he asked, "Is that what you want to do?"

You nodded in reply. Your classmate had more than enough fun tonight and she already promised you beforehand to let you and Li Zeyan go at midnight, so you didn't feel like staying here any longer.

His arms tensed around you for a minute, as if reluctant to release you, before he nodded and escorted you back into the room.

Li Zeyan kept you on his arm when the two of you returned, disregarding everyone's astonished eyes, and walked directly over to the bridegroom to give his congratulations and farewells. You exchanged looks with your classmate, who was beside her fiancé, to let her know you were going now. However, just as you and Li Zeyan were prepared to leave, the fiancé stopped you both.

"CEO Li, wait! I-I'm afraid you can't go just y-yet..." the bridegroom repeatedly threw glances at you and stuttered as Li Zeyan's eyes grew colder, "I-I should let my fiancée know you're leaving early. S-she would want to thank you for your attendance..."

The man hemmed and hawed and, for a second, you were utterly confused as to why he was insistent on stopping Li Zeyan from leaving until you realized he was under the impression that Li Zeyan was heading home with an escort woman.

Li Zeyan seemed to realize this at the same time you did and his eyes warmed a fraction at the courage and decency of the other man. "CEO Kang, rest assured, I am leaving with the right woman. In regard to your business proposal, you can submit it to Huarui's relevant departments and I will consider it. However, I would recommend you get your eyes examined if you cannot even recognize your own bride beside you."

Before the bridegroom could react with anything more than a stunned silence, Li Zeyan left the room with you.

You were still laughing when you and Li Zeyan were outside the restaurant, waiting for the parking valet to bring his car around. There was a soft smile on the corner of his lips as he watched you laugh against him.

"Was it that funny?"

Your intermittent giggles were his answer but then you asked, "Do I really look different?"

Li Zeyan accepted his keys from the valet, when they arrived, and unlocked the doors to his car before he glanced at you. "No."

"Not even a little prettier?" Now you just felt bad for the professional makeup artist who spent so long on your disguise.

He withdrew his arm out of your hand to pull open and hold the door for you. "I prefer you to look and wear whatever makes you most comfortable."

Inwardly, you blessed the night again for hiding the faint heat on your cheeks. You were just about to get into the car when a thought occurred and you glanced up at him, lips twitching. "I just had this thought, but what if a reporter gets a picture of you taking home an unknown woman? What a scandal."

Li Zeyan leaned down, supporting himself with a hand on the roof of the car while the other continued to hold the door, trapping you between him and the car. His voice was filled with arrogance, "Who dares?"

"Okay, okay, Big Bad CEO, take me home," you giggled and pecked him on the lips before getting into the car.

#

You were dragged out of your sleep the next morning by your phone vibrating like crazy on the side table. Squirming around the bare arm draped loosely across your waist, you blindly reached out and felt around the table before finally grabbing a hold of your phone and bringing it to your bleary eyes.

The culprit that was blowing up your phone was a group chat. You tapped in and saw there were messages of some friends trying to comfort you, some vowing to avenge you, some insulting Li Zeyan, and some calling for everyone to remain calm and not jump to conclusions.

You stared, bemused, until you finally tapped out a question.

"?"

There was a pause in the scrolling chat before it exploded even more violently. Finally, someone had the mind to link an article to you, all the while urging you to keep calm and stating there must be a reasonable explanation behind this.

You opened the article, read the headline, and looked at the picture.

Then you laughed. Hard.

The arm around your waist pulled you back into a bare chest and Li Zeyan kissed your ear lazily. His husky voice rumbled against your back, "What are you so noisy for in the morning?"

Still shaking with your laughs, you turned around and splayed your hand on his chest, widening your eyes for exaggeration. "Tsk, CEO Li, you sure have some guts to have a dalliance outside and then come home at night to climb into our bed."

The beat of his heart remained steady underneath your hand and his body was relaxed, but you could see the beginnings of a confused furrow appearing between his brows and so you handed him your phone.

His eyes, which had been soft with drowsiness, sharpened as he took in the article that was displayed. The stony look on his face only increased as he backed out of that page and saw the messages in your group chat. Even the pressure around him seemed to drop by two degrees. Finally, he opened your contacts and dialed his assistant, Wei Qian.

"Hello?" Wei Qian clearly sounded confused to receive a call from you in the morning.

"Wei Qian," you heard Wei Qian snap to attention upon hearing his boss' low and deadly voice, "I expect the PR and Legal Department to deal with everything before I arrive at the office today."

He ended the call like that and returned your phone to you before pinching the bridge of his nose. You put your phone back on the side table and laughed some more until he pulled you on top of him and squeezed you against him.

"Think that's funny, do you?" He growled before giving you a punishing kiss.

"Who was it who said no one would dare write a scandal about you?" You breathlessly reminded him after he released you.

Li Zeyan exhaled long and hard before he shifted you off of him and sat up. "I'll see you at Souvenir tonight."

Despite his grumpy words and mood, he kissed you lightly on the lips, lingering, and then got out of bed to head to the bathroom to get ready. You flopped back onto the pillows and sheets that smelled of him and snickered at the memory of the article that had mistaken you last night as another woman that Li Zeyan was having an affair with.