#I know it's not how they zoom but it just kinda popped into my head

[wikagirl]

my brain gave me this and with the power of my two opposable thumbs, a graphic tablet and the internet I shall now make this cursed mental image your problem so I don't have to suffer this alone

[ev3rgreenxtrees]

Violent Love

-M.S

Synopsis: Matt and you have been friends since kindergarten, but when his youtube career flew off, so did he. He moved to LA with his brothers, and when he came back to Boston for a visit, it doesn’t end in the most pleasant way.

Warnings: Foul language, Stalking, Murder, Phsyco!Matt

This story is NOT for the faint of heart. Its also really fucking long. like REALLY long.

“Teddy bear, you were my teddy bear

You were comforting and quiet

How did love become so violent?

Oh, teddy bear, you were my teddy bear

Everything was so sweet until you tried to kill me”

As you laid down alone in bed, you heard a faint knock on your door. You automatically assumed it was Matt, your childhood best friend.

Best friend. He was like a very overprotective big brother to you. When you had issues with people, Matt had no issue starting a physical fight. Unlike how most people would just say, ‘talk it out’ or even have a talk with them, Matt would immediately start a fight. He’d beat the shit out of them, until they were sobbing and rapidly apologizing.

You hated that Matt did this, but it also gave you a sense of security. Protection.

He always held you close to him as you two cuddled in his bed, watching whatever movie you wanted, while scarfing down popcorn. Matt was everything you needed.

He was there for you, and he always had been. Until he wasn’t.

He had a youtube career, with his brothers, Chris and Nick. You loved them, too, but not nearly as much as Matt. You were more than overjoyed when the boys’ youtube career took off, but the three decided it would be best to move to L.A. Simply because there were ‘more influencers’ there, making ‘easier content’.

Matt tried to get you to come with, even offering you a room in their house, but you declined. You were of course sad to see him leave, but you always felt you were holding him back. You would miss him, but you felt it was best. Besides, he said he’d take trips back to Boston often to visit you.

The longer you two stayed apart, the more you slightly drifted apart. You still talked, but you didn’t feel as close as you used to. So, when Matt told you he’d be coming back to Boston, you immediately invited him over.

And now he was here.

You threw yourself out of bed, quickly making your way to the door of your empty home, opening it quickly to see Matt standing there alone, a bouquet of roses in hand.

“Matt! I missed you so much! I haven’t seen you in forever!” You gasped, throwing yourself into his arms as you wrapped your legs around his waist, forcing him to catch you and hold you.

“I missed you too, Y/N,” He shook his head and chuckled, before slowly setting you down. “Here.. I got you these,” He says slowly, handing you the roses that were held tightly in his hand.

“Awe, Matt, you didn’t have to,” You gushed.

“I know, I just missed you so much.” He shook his head, and you backed up, allowing him a clear entrance to your house. You nodded, and he let himself inside.

“Nice house,” He smiled, as you followed him inside.

“Yeah.. It’s okay. Kinda out in the middle of nowhere though.” You shrugged, and he nodded. “Come to my room! We can watch a movie and talk. Like old times!” You suggested, and he nodded.

He followed you closely as you zoomed down the halls, eventually making it to your room.

“Sorry its messy,” You apologized, and Matt scoffed.

“Y/N, we literally made messes in each others rooms when we were younger what are you on?” He gently shoved you out of the way, throwing himself on your bed.

“C’mere,” He waved you over, holding his arms open for you, and you quickly threw yourself into him.

Just like old times.

You wrapped tightly around him, as his arms snaked around your waist.

“If you squeeze any tighter my eyes might pop out of my head,” Matt laughed, and you loosened your grip.

“Sorry, I just missed you soooo much!” You giggled, and Matt placed a kiss on your forehead, causing you to shoot up.

“I totally forgot to tell you, but I got a boyfriend!” You smiled brightly.

You got a boyfriend about two months after Matt left. Your boyfriend cared for you, of course, but not as much as Matt did.

Matt’s eyebrows furrowed, and he slowly sat up, and you tilted your head.

“I.. Um… I gotta go- I told my mom i’d be home for dinner,” He abruptly stood up, and you felt slightly hurt. Why was he being so… rude?

Yeah, sure, Matt was usually like this, but not to you or your family. Ever. He loves all of his family very dearly, and wouldn’t do anything they don’t want. Or deserve. Or need.

“Oh.. Okay. Text me later tonight, so we can make plans. Okay?” You asked, and Matt just nodded, before slipping into the hallway.

Later comes, and yet no text from Matt. You decided it was best to call him, and he quickly answered, but before you could speak, he did.

“What’s your boyfriends name?” He asked through the phone speaker.

“Um.. Kyle..? Kyle Spencer, why?” You reply, and you hear him sigh.

“I know him, Y/N. He was on my highschool hockey team. He’s bad news,” Matt was disappointed. You could tell.

“Matt.. You don’t know him like I do.. Trust me on this one. Please?” You pleaded, but Matt just hung up.

He never hangs up on you? Nevertheless when you were in the midst of a conversation. You stared at the phone with his contact showing, confused as you read the big bold letters saying ‘Call Ended.’

You debated on calling him again, and decided too. He was acting weird. You laid silently, awaiting to hear his sweet voice, but to no avail, you hear a loud beep, and his voicemail.

You let out a frustrated groan, before sitting up and calling one of his brothers. Due to alphabetical order, Chris’ contact was the first one you saw. The phone rang, but unlike his brother, Chris answered.

“Hey, Y/N! What’s up?” Chris chimes through the phone, his voice loud and cheerful.

“Hey, Chris! Is Matt around you?” You asked curiously, but the boy hummed.

“Umm, no.. He just left, actually. Sorry. Did you have plans with him?” Chris replied, and you let out an annoyed sigh. Who was Matt so adamant about meeting up with?

“No, not really. I’m just bored, I was gonna ask him to come over but he wont answer his damn phone.” You growl, causing Chris to chuckle.

“Me and Nick can come over if ya want, we don’t have any plans,” Chris offered, and you smiled at the thought of seeing them again.

“Yeah! I’d love that. I’ll send you my address.” You beamed with joy, and Chris hummed again.

“Cya soon!” He spoke before hanging up.

At least you wouldn’t have to be alone tonight.

Around twenty minutes later, you hear a knock on your door, and since it must be Nick and Chris, you practically throw yourself out of bed.

You rush down the hall, and throw the front door of the house open, and saw two of the same faced people standing aimlessly at your door.

“Y/N!” They both exclaimed, as you quickly pulled both of them into a hug. The three of you greeted each other, before you pulled them into your house, leading them to your living room.

They both plopped down on your couch, and you tossed the remote in-between them.

“Put on something to watch, I’m gonna go make some popcorn,” You told them and they both nodded. You heard them quietly speaking to each other as you rummaged through your cabinets, searching for some popcorn.

You finally found a bag, and tossed it in the microwave. As you waited for the popcorn to be done, you pulled your phone out of your pocket, and saw many messages and missed calls from Matt.

Odd. He just hung up on you a while ago, and left your house on a excuse, but now he wants to talk? You decided to open the messages anyways, if he wanted to be a dick you could just simply leave him on read, and thats exactly what you were going to do.

The messages read, ‘sorry i was really busy with something my dad needed help after dinner, can i come over?’ five minutes after that one, he sent another one. ‘hey? y/n im sorry i didnt mean to leave like that.’ Another five minutes passed. ‘Y/n. i know youre getting my messages please at least reply with a no or smt.’ You sighed, and slid your phone back into your pocket, not bothering to reply.

You carefully grabbed the hot bag of popcorn out of the microwave, and headed back to Nick and Chris. The two had turned on Edward Scissorhands, your favorite movie to watch together. You gasped, as you rushed over to the boys sitting comfortably on your couch.

You threw yourself against Chris, as you had done to Matt earlier, and Chris had quickly pulled you into him and adjusted himself, just as Matt had done hours before.

You couldn’t deny, you terribly missed Matt and did want him to come back, but you didn’t want any trouble. He was already acting off today, maybe he just needed rest. If you ignored him, maybe he’d give up and sleep.

You cuddled into Chris, as all three of you shoved popcorn down your throats and payed close attention to the movie. You missed doing this when you were younger.

You missed Matt.

You pulled your phone out of your pocket again, and saw more messages from Matt.

‘Y/n. Is he over? is that why youre ignoring me? i told you hes an asshole. he doesnt deserve you. hes just a whore that wants in your pants. youre better than that.’ You scoffed as you read the message. Who does Matt think he is? Sure, he may be your best friend, but he’s in no place to call your boyfriend a whore? ‘im sorry i took it too far. can i come over please. ill make it up to you, ill cuddle with you and rub your back, we can go sit on the roof and watch the stars like we used to. please.’

That one hit hard. You missed stargazing with Matt so bad. Neither of you knew anything about stars, but thats what made it ten times better. Using your imagination as you laid your head on his warm chest. One of his arms draped around your waist, his other arm holding your hand. You missed it so much.

‘Im busy’ you typed out, and quickly sent, pushing your phone back into your pocket, not wanting to be tempted by his reply.

You felt bad for being so petty to your best friend, but you didn’t want to ‘interrupt’ him. You felt your phone buzz a few times in your pocket, and you felt Chris’ eyes on you.

“Y/N, just answer your phone.” He chuckled, and you sighed. If only it was that easy.

“Has Matt been acting odd, recently?” You questioned, as you slipped your phone out of your pocket.

“Hm.. No. Why?” Chris replied, and you sighed.

“After I told him I.. have a boyfriend, today, he just got up and left. I called him later, he asked for his name and then he just hung up. He didn’t answer any of my other calls, but now he’s spamming me and apologizing.” You grumbled, as you read the messages.

‘Y/N, ill come over regardless i have ur address’ Now this was just getting weird. He was always sweet and caring, not forceful. ‘Y/N, cmon. im sorry. please let me come over. ill make it up to you.’ You contemplated on how to reply, before you just held your phone up to Chris.

“See? How am I supposed to reply to this?” You ask annoyed, and Chris just snatched the phone from your hands.

You didn’t reach to take it back, you trusted him. He lifted the phone at an odd angle, before snapping a picture.

His fingers tapped gently on the screen, before he handed the phone back to you, giving his full attention to the movie.

As you examine the screen, you saw the picture he took, with you wrapped around Chris, had a caption, ‘She said shes busy.’ Chris could be petty too, sometimes. Not that you minded, of course.

Matt quickly began typing, before his message popped up on the screen, below ‘yours’. ‘What the fuck, chris?? fuck this, fuck you guys.’ You read. You didn’t mind. You felt bad, but he just needed time to debrief, you thought. This will all blow over tomorrow, and you guys can hangout and stargaze, like Matt had offered earlier.

You slid your phone back in your pocket, pulling your attention to the movie, that was now almost over. Nick and Chris now started brainstorming the second movie to watch tonight, and you giggled at the two’s bickering.

You felt your phone vibrate in your pocket, before you pulled it out. You saw your boyfriends contact flash across the screen, and your eyebrows furrowed. You didn’t mind that he was calling you, but he said he wouldn’t bother you much, knowing you’ll have people over. He usually sticks to this.

You slowly stood up, and held up your index finger at the two boys as you accepted the call, indicating you’d be back in a moment. You walked off down the hall, as you pulled your phone up to your ear.

“Hey, baby!” You spoke loudly; making sure he could hear.

No reply. Nothing at all. No background noise, no voices, no reply. Maybe something had gone wrong with one of their phones?

“Baby?” You called again, and this time you heard something. Something unusual. As you turned your volume up, and held the phone speaker closer to your ear, you heard a ragged breathing.

Nothing you’d say was.. bad, more like someone just took a mile run and was trying to catch their breath. But no words.

“Um.. Hello?” You paused, but the breathing didn’t stop. “Kyle? Are you there?” No reply. You now began to worry. Kyle hadn’t done anything like this before. He was a very respectful guy. He knew something like this would scare you and push your boundaries.

You crept back into the living room, with Nick and Chris. You put the phone on speaker, and grabbed your remote, muting the T.V. Both boys understood, as they intently listened to the phone. The breathing only continued for about fifteen more seconds, before you heard the loud sound of the dial tone, making you slightly jump.

“Did you guys hear that?” You ask, and they both nod.

“Yeah, the weird ass fuckin’ breathing? Yeah I heard it. Whoever the fuck breathing that loud might need an inhaler,” Nick joked, but your facial expression stayed the same. Worried. Scared, even.

“Nick, this isn’t funny..” You sigh worriedly, before tossing your phone onto the couch.

“Sorry, sorry.. What even was that about?” Nick asked, and you shook your head.

“I.. I don’t even know. It was Kyle, my boyfriend. He told me he wouldn’t call, since he knew I had friends over, unless it was urgent. He called, I answered, but he didn’t say anything.. All I could hear was that breathing..” You groan as you sit back down on the couch, next to Chris. “He’s probably fine.. I’m just overreacting. Did you guys pick a movie?” You asked, trying to advert your mind from the topic.

“Yeah, if Spongebob is okay,” Chris giggled, and you nodded. As Nick looked for the movie, you so badly wanted to pull out your phone, make sure your boyfriend was okay, and tell Matt to come over, but you knew you should refrain.

You didn’t want to be too pushy. You had already been told by people that you worry too much, and you figured they were right. Plus, it’s not like Matt would do anything.

The further you got into the movie, you felt more and more unease, which is the complete opposite of what you wanted to happen. The compete opposite of what was supposed to happen.

You began to feel paranoid, feeling like someone was watching you. You kept pushing it off as Chris or Nick, but maybe you shouldn’t have. Maybe you should’ve paid more attention to who was watching you.

You finally finished the movie, your mind still racing with nerve-racking thoughts. What if your boyfriend was hurt? What if Matt was hurt? What if Matt wasn’t going to forgive you? What if.. No. Enough with the what if’s.

“I think i’m gonna go to sleep, now. You guys should stay. I don’t want you going home this late.. You recently got your license and its pitch black outside. You’d probably hit a deer.” You joked, but both boys agreed. Nick called the couch, and Chris called the spare bedroom, knowing Nick would end up sleeping in the spare room anyways.

You headed to your room, and started feeling slightly better. Slightly less like someone was watching your every move. Maybe it was just Nick or Chris, and since they weren’t around now, the feeling wasn’t either.

You quickly changed into your pajamas, just a black cropped top, and red and black plaid pj pants. You threw your hair into a messy bun, before flopping down on your comfortable bed.

You picked up your phone, and saw there were no missed calls or texts. Maybe everything was fine. Maybe you were just overreacting. Or possibly, you weren’t.

You pulled up your texts with Matt, and typed out a smaller message to send him.

‘hey. im sorry if i was being petty earlier, you were just kinda making me upset, yk? id love to hangout sometime tmrw if your not busy? i do miss you matt.’ You meant it all, so you sent it. You’d hope he’d forgive you and move on, even if there wasn’t much to forgive.

You laid in your bed, complete silence filling the air around you, allowing you to fall deep into thought. Perhaps too deep.

You awoke to a loud ringing from your phone, which was laying next to your head. You yawned, before reaching over to grab it and read it, only to find out it was Kyle, who was once again calling you.

It was three in the morning. Kyle had a very strict sleep schedule, he was asleep by now. You quickly answered, no doubt in your mind now that something was wrong.

The same thing that happened the first time happened. Just the same heavy breathing, but no speaking. No speaking at all.

You hung up this time, and you remembered you have Kyle’s location on your phone. You didn’t have it because you ‘didn’t trust him’, it was just a fun Life 360 group of him, you, and some of your other friends.

When the screen finally loaded, you squinted at the sight. Why was he here? At your house? At three in the fucking morning.

Your heart began to beat faster, and you wanted to cry. What was going on? Matt acting weird, Kyle.. heavy breathing, harsh paranoia, and now your boyfriend in your house, and three fucking A.M, with no explanation?

You wanted to go look for him, or at least warn Chris and Nick. Well, not warn. Warn was a stretch, there was nothing to be afraid of. So, why were you so scared? As much as you wanted to get up, your body wouldn’t let yourself.

You felt trapped to your bed, as if it was a pit of quicksand. You realized that you have your phone on you. You could call 911, but whats the use? They’re going to show up, check the house, find nothing, and everyone thinks you’re crazy.

You could at least text Chris and Nick, though, and just prey they have their phones on silent. Why were you so scared of your own boyfriend? He’s never done anything to frighten you or harm you, so you weren’t sure why you were this on edge.

You reached for your phone, before you heard a small shuffle by your door, and your heart dropped. Someone was inside. Someone was inside your home.

You froze, you couldn’t move. You began to shake slightly, your throat going dry immediately. Another decision hit you.

Do you stay quiet, or do you call out? Regardless; whoever it was had Kyle’s phone, and they were in your house. This was targeted, and they knew you were there. This was all planned out.

“Kyle?” You called out, your voice just slightly above a mere whisper. Your doorknob turned; and your heartbeat went from extremely slow, to one-hundred miles per hour. You felt your throat tighten, and your eyes begin to fill with water. Fuck, you can’t break down now. Not now, out of all times.

“My love, there’s no need to be scared. I’m here. I’ll protect you.” Matt.

You could tell from his fucking voice. It was Matthew.

“Matt, oh my fucking god. That wasn’t funny. I almost fucking cried..” You began to trail off at the end of your sentence, as Matt came into view. His blood stained shirt and bloody hands, the rips in his shirt and pants.

Your thoughts immediately went to Kyle. Where the fuck was Kyle, and what the fuck happened with Matt.

“M-Matt, this isn’t funny. This isn’t fucking funny.. Jokes over. Matt, stop. You’re scaring me,” You stutter, as the boy began to inch closer to you, now leaning over you.

“Mh.. Well, I love you. You know that. But you loved him.. There was no other way I could win you, was there? No.. I don’t think so, either. I did the only option. Get rid of all of my opponents. And now look at me. Look at us. Alone, together. No more Kyle, just us. Yeah?” He asked sultry; pulling a bloody knife out of his waistband, dragging it softly against your neck.

Your breath was lodged in your throat, and you couldn’t breathe. What do you do in a moment like this? You can’t run, hide, call the cops, you can’t do anything. You’re helpless, and Matt knows this.

“M-Matt- please, please don’t- don’t hurt me,” You plea, tears begin streaming down your face, as you fight back your sobs.

“Well, You’d like that, wouldn’t you? I would’ve liked the same fucking respect I gave you, goddamnit. I gave you all my fucking love. All my time, care, everything. I gave you fucking everything. And all I get in return? Nothing. Fucking nothing. You had so much to offer.. Such a shame it has to go to waste like this, isn’t it?” He pressed harder, the knife threatening to cut through skin.

Just the smallest movement, and you’d be gone.

“Tell me how the stars are up there.” Matt speaks, a single tear rolls down his cheek, as he quickly rips his arm sideways, slicing the knife.

And just like that, love can turn to violence.

“I threw you out, I didn't outgrow you

I just didn't know you

But now you're back

And it's so terrifying how you paralyze me

Now you're showing up inside my home

Breathing deep into the phone

I'm so unprepared, I'm fucking scared.”

@bernardenjoyer @lovely-calypso

[filmbyjy]

MINESTREAM

SYPNOSIS > Wanting to start a new stream series with his best friends, Jay had a bright idea of playing some simple Minecraft with them. Everything was normal, until he realises there is another person in the call with them. He quickly learns that it was ni-ki’s older sister, (name). Watch how streaming a simple game of Minecraft can dig up some interesting feelings between the main leads.

EIGHT – asscrack

MASTERLIST | PREVIOUS | NEXT

a/n: the inspiration behind jake’s little world naming…that was the first word that popped into my head. don’t ask why. I’d like to know too.

finally after so long with multiple technical issues on jay’s end, the minecraft series could officially start. he could hear jake and ni-ki just chatting about the free online soccer game they found on steam. his eyes gazed the mute button right beside your username. the other boys had turned on their cameras in discord while you and angel(Yvette) didn’t.

he hasn’t once heard your voice. well, he could barely hear your voice since he shut ni-ki’s stream off earlier due to the boys attempting to catch something. he only heard your giggle once and that was it. nonetheless, in that short moment he thought you sounded adorable. his heart drumming in his chest, wondering how your voice would sound like.

he shook his head and clicked on the stream button. as per usual, he puts on a waiting screen to tell the viewers that ‘hey, we’re going to play soon. please wait.’

he unmutes in the discord, “hey, everything has been set up. I just wanna ask what should the server name be?”

“asscrack.” jake suggests as he looks up from his computer and directly into the camera.

“what?” heeseung speaks up as he was caught off guard by the weird name.

“I don’t know, don’t ask me. I’m shit at giving names to things.” jake shrugs. the other boys deadpanned at him.

“let’s name it…sunoo and the boys.” sunoo suggests.

“as if. just put the default ‘My World’ that’s the easiest. not a single hassle to the world.” jungwon adds.

“Alphas.” sunghoon voices out.

“uhh, have you forgotten there are two girls here?” ni-ki says.

“well, who cares about that. Women can be dominant too.” sunghoon shrugs.

jay sighs, “I’m just going to call it MineStream.”

“lame ass name.” jake says. jay turns on his camera on discord and zooms in the camera to his face. he gave jake a death stare and so jake awkwardly laughs it off.

“okay, you scare me. I’m sorry.” jake pouts.

as for you, the moment jay opened his facecam. your eyes widened, a tiny gasp left your throat. since no one could see/hear your reaction due to you being muted and your camera was turned off, you were basically in shock. that man is most beautiful man you’ve ever seen.

the way his eyebrow raises as the rectangle glasses suited his face. he was just in a simple black shirt and his jet black hair was parted prettily. good lord. you were going to play with him? you were going to play with all these pretty boys?? oh lord.

“okay, the world is loading so wanna do the intro when we all load into the world?” jay asks.

“yeah, we should. we have new guests here and we have to introduce the fans too!” sunghoon says.

“alright, I’ve already loaded in. I sent the world invite into the discord. by the way, there are mods that I added to make the game more interesting.” jay says.

“the only interesting thing we should try to do is do hardcore mode or like a ‘if one person dies, everyone dies’ kinda thing.” sunoo suggests.

“we could do that for another time.”

you had clicked on the link and waited to load into the world. since ni-ki helped to create your account, you could easily go in and of course he was your first friend in the game. you had finally clicked turned on the camera in discord and so everyone could see you. you weren’t exactly streaming but you were recording for a video since ni-ki suggested that putting up videos onto YouTube also generates money. once everything was settled, jungwon claps his hand and starts off with the intro.

“hello everyone, today we are-” ni-ki’s character punches jungwon’s as he was talking. “ni-ki!”

“whoops misclick.” ni-ki says. jungwon rolls his eyes.

“today we are playing minecraft! woo!!”

“the premise of how this started. jay hyung wanted to do a series together that was nostalgic and so we decided to go with minecraft because who doesn’t love minecraft!” sunoo says.

“besides our normal friend group, we have two other people on here! let’s welcome angel and (name)!”

“hello hello.” angel says. her little vtuber character moves and tracks her movement.

“woah, cool character, angel. it’s really pretty.” sunoo says.

“oh, thank you.” angel smiles. everyone’s attention was now on you.

“oh umm, hi. I’m (name). I’m ni-ki’s older sister.” you waved towards the camera. everyone was mesmerised (excluding heeseung and ni-ki), you were beautiful.

“good god.” jake says.

“you have a very sexy voice. would love to hear that all night-” sunghoon gets cut off.

“sunghoon hyung, i will find a way to ban you from this server.” ni-ki warns him.

you giggled and jay’s heart melts. god, he’s a simp but he can’t show that…his facecam was turned on. jay turns to read a couple of his comments. most of them were simping for you. kinda made him jealous, not going to lie. plus, it didn’t help that jay had this overlay thing where whoever talked, it would display the person’s facecam (if turned on) from discord to his livestream.

— “she’s so pretty.”

— “wow, she’s so…no wonder she’s ni-ki’s older sister. the family genes are so strong.”

“let’s just start playing. gather resources everyone.” jay says.

and so everyone does. each of them collected wood, from the trees. you sat there looking clueless and so jay comes up to you in game.

“something wrong?” he asks.

“oh, sorry. this is my first time playing minecraft so I have zero clue how to do things.”

“want me to guide you?”

“sure.”

jay happily guides you on how to play the game, from punching wood to making crafting benches and finally making tools. jay turns to read the comments for a bit,

— “woah, what is this visual couple going on?”

— “yoooo, they would look cute together! like wow.”

jay was satisfied by the comments. he can’t help but look at your facecam, your concentrated face as you mined for stone and attempted to make stone weapons.

“hyung!” jungwon whacks jay’s character. it causes him to turn around.

“did you have to hit me.” jay deadpans.

“whoops, anyways. ni-ki and sunoo found a cave. I don’t remember minecraft caves being fucking huge.”

“there was a huge update I believe 1-2 years ago so yes, huge cave.”

“they also found a mob spawner with saddles in the chest and jake hyung stole them to try and get horses.”

jay sighs, “can’t say I’m not surprised.”

“are you and (name) noona flirting?” jungwon suddenly asks. it causes you and jay and to look at each other in game before turning to jungwon.

“no? he’s just teaching me how to play minecraft.”

“yeah, she doesn’t know much about the game so what better way then to teach her?”

“don’t believe it one bit. next thing you know, we will have a couple in a minecraft server who share a house together, sleep together and have cats and dogs together.”

— “oooo, jungwon is onto something.”

“the comments are agreeing with me.” jungwon smirks.

“shut the fuck up, my friend.” jay shoos jungwon away. the younger boy runs off to find sunghoon, who wants currently getting chased by a creeper.

jay sticks by you throughout the whole thing, he gives you tips and even hands you some stuff.

“we are making a community.” heeseung says.

“and why?”

“because with 9 people on this server, all the resources are going to be sucked up. also I am not sharing a house with any of you. especially, (name). she’ll make the house with pink wood.”

“there’s pink wood?” you say.

“there is, you just need to find a cherry blossom biome.” jay explains.

“why are you helping her?” heeseung asks.

“because she doesn’t know how to play and I’m just being a gentleman since you guys aren’t helping her, clearly.”

jake bursts out laughing, “I’m sorry but this is the first time I see you being so gentlemanly to a woman.”

“do you want me to set myself into creative so I can blow up your shit dirt house.” jay threatens.

“go ahead, I feel like renovating it anyways. just let me move my stuff first-”

sunoo quietly hands jay some tnt and a flint and steel. before jake could even grabbing his things from the chest. jay covers his base with the tnt and ignites it. it hisses.

“(name), I suggest you run if you don’t wanna blow up.” jay warns.

“oh.” you quickly dashed out of the way and the explosion was massive. it causes sunghoon to yell.

“I had a pet dog in there…” jake says.

“too bad, mess with me again and I’ll burn your next house.” jay says.

jake definitely learnt his lesson of not teasing jay during this session.

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[drefear]

Hail to the King

Chapter 5: Distractions

Summary: Miguel O’Hara is the head of the biggest mafia family in Nueva York, scaring almost all of its citizens. Except you. And that’s exactly what he needs. 

TW: mentions of smut, reader is a lot ruder now, Miguel's still kinda annoying, stalking, lying.

A/N: This chapter is not very horny, I know, but it’s a lot of story for the plot, so bare with me (there’s a little bit of sexy in the next part tho so don’t worry)

The days at Gwen’s were peaceful and calming, having someone around to help you mentally sort through your mess. She was sweet and honest about everything, and you couldn’t help but love having a friend through all of this insanity. 

Lyla visited the second day and brought some sort of news, although you weren’t so sure if it was good or bad. 

“So there was a man coming to my fire escape?” You cleared up and Lyla nodded, big sunglasses on the top of her head now. Her eyes glanced between you and Gwen before she spoke again. 

“I had facial recognition software identify him, and he seems to be a part of another mob in Nueva York.” She opened her laptop and activated the holographic spectating, using a special glove that only covered three of her fingers and poking at the holograms. Expanding to one area, she showed you his face closer. Your eyes scanned something before your eyes widened. “Stop.” You touched her shoulder, “That… that was Eddie’s best friend, he was at our wedding.” You mumbled, thinking to yourself about the guest list you’d worked so hard on. The two women stared at you as you pulled out your phone and scrolled through many photos, landing on one and zooming in. You were right. In the far left corner, smiling, was that man. 

“What was his name?” Gwen asked, and you and Lyla both answered at the same time. 

“William Baker.” The two of you looked at each other and you just sighed. 

“Listen, I know you’re not going to want to hear this, but you need to stay somewhere else for a few days.” Lyla continued and Gwen just nodded along, but you slumped your shoulders. 

“I can’t keep staying here, what if they find me here? I’d be putting Gwen in danger.” You frantically looked between Lyla and Gwen, and Lyla bit her lip. 

“Stay with one of the guys. Hoobie used to let me stay over all the time-” Gwen spoke, but your brows furrowed. 

“How do you know Hobie?” You asked and Gwen’s eyes snapped to yours, then to Lyla’s. Something was wrong again, you could feel it. You repeated your question, this time much more firm. “Gwen. How do you know Hobie?” 

“He’s… he would come into the restaurant sometimes, he’s a lot closer to Miles than he is with me-” She smiled, but you weren’t buying it. They were all keeping something from you. 

“He was closer to Miles, but he used to let you sleep over?” You clarified, and she scratched her head. 

“Yeah, well, it was only once or twice, I was just exaggerating.” 

“Uh-huh.” You stared her down before hearing your cell phone ring, MIguel’s name popping up as you shot her a warning glance once more. “I’m going to answer him, and then you’re going to tell me what you’re hiding.” A look of relief crossed Gwen’s face before you stood up and moved to go talk in the kitchen. “Yes?” You answered, now annoyed. 

“Has Lyla filled you in yet?” He spoke with finality. 

“Yeah, and I know him. He was friends with Eddie, and he was at my wedding, so I guess you were right about the outside help.” Your lips hated how the conversation tasted as you admitted he was right. 

“Miggy, come back to bed.” A feminine voice spoke from Miguel’s end of the phone and you just scrunched your eyes together. 

“I’m busy.” He answered, and you could hear the irritation in how he spoke. 

“You sound like you’ve had a good morning so far.” You shot at him and he groaned. 

“Not in the slightest. These women are too clingy, I can’t stand it.” He explained in frustration and you could hear a door slam shut. 

“Well, as much as I’d love to discuss your personal problems, I have other issues to ask about.” “Shoot.” 

“What is Gwen hiding from me?” You asked and his side fell quiet, something you weren’t used to. He always had some sarcastic one liners to shut you up, or shut you down with. His silence usually meant that the truth was bad. 

“In this line of business, if you’re not being told something, it’s almost always for your own good. Try not to meddle too deep, or you might not like what you find.” 

“Don’t try to say some hero shit, I want the truth if I can’t even sleep in my own bed.” You demanded and he just sighed. 

“Fine. Come to my apartment in two hours.” He concluded and hung up, leaving you without a solid answer once more. The bastard. 

Time felt like it was moving slower than normal as you got ready, Lyla sitting on Gwen’s bed as you got dressed.

“I feel like Miguel just needs a woman to put him in his place, ya know?” Lyla rambled on about how your boss was just a big softie with female problems, but you weren’t buying it. 

“He needs to see a therapist for his sex addiction, actually.” You answered, which made Lyla laugh as Gwen sat quietly. She’d looked guilty ever since you’d come back from your phone call with Miguel. Who could blame her? She was lying about your safety, hiding crucial information from you while you were staying under her roof. It felt awful. 

“Maybe he’s lonely?” Gwen chimed in, making both you and Lyla answer at the same time once more. 

“Definitely not.” The synchronization made you all laugh. Gwen was a wonderful friend, that was for sure, but Lyla was a whole other level of bonding. It was as if she was programmed to be your best friend, and she was doing an incredible job. 

The three of you gabbed on for a while until a car arrived in the lobby of Gwen’s apartment building to take you to see Miguel. 

Your feet felt like lead as you begrudgingly walked into the elevator and hit the button for the penthouse. A buzz rang through the wall of the elevator and a feminine voice answered. “Can I help you?” 

“Lyla.” You spoke and there was a laugh. 

“Yeah, I know! I just thought it’d be funny.” A ding sound indicated that she had let you bypass the security system for his apartment and the elevator moved. You leaned your head to the back of the elevator and sighed, closing your eyes. The exhaustion of the past few days had finally hit you like a ton of bricks, made your body want to bend over and curl into a ball. You wanted a nap. 

The doors opened again and your eyes darted around in surprise. You’d known Miguel was rich and organized, but his apartment was something you saw in a magazine. Nothing could have prepared you for how his personal space might look. 

He walked down a flight of stairs towards where you stood in the center of his living room, wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants. You wondered if this man only owned suits and sweats. 

“You’re late.” 

“Nice to see you, too.” You answered his blunt rudeness as he gestured for you to sit on his couch. “Ok, answers.” You stated and he rolled his eyes, grabbing two bottles of water and handing you one. 

“Let’s start with the most important part. Your ex has been working with Kingpin, my biggest rival and one of the worst mobs in the city. He directly works with sex trades and child labor.” He sat next to you and leaned back into the soft cushions, as if he was just speaking about his day. You immediately hated this Kingpin guy. “We’ve found that your ex has been intertwined with Kingpin for a very long time, and even has some pull with Kingpin. His title among Kingpin is Venom, and he specializes in making people disappear.” 

“Disappear?” You asked, as if you didn’t know the answer already, and Miguel brought his hands up to make air quotes, confirming your assumption. 

“This is more of a newer specialty of his, in the last year. How long has it been since you two were living together?” You clear your throat, fear catching onto your tongue and making it feel heavy. “A-About a year. We were separated for a bit and I’d come home on and off, or he’d leave for long periods of time.” You touched your throat, imagining what he could have been doing while he was gone. “Was I- Did I marry a murderer?” Miguel just stared down towards the floor, expression unreadable and almost stoic except for the small crinkle between his eyebrows. 

“You’re surrounded by murderers, technically.” He answered and your breath caught in your throat, but he continued, “Something you should remember is that everyone has the ability to be a killer, and many people use that ability, but few people use that ability for the good of the world.” He spoke softly and you nodded, a chill creeping up the back of your neck. 

“Where do you fall?” Your voice was barely above a whisper, and he leaned forward onto his elbows, bowing his head. 

“I like to think everything I do is for the better of everyone, even if I go down in the process.” The gravel of his voice makes you feel warm and a flame sparks in your stomach, a new feeling. You scoot closer to him and continue to listen. “Those I train, or who work for me, they don’t just join for fame or notoriety. A lot of them were wronged by life, innocent until they were forced to learn how to see in the dark. That includes Gwen.” His eyes flash to you and it’s as if they turn you to stone, not being able to move on your own accord. “And that now includes you.” 

“What if I don’t want to?” “Then you can turn around and try to survive blindly. You can pretend nothing ever happened, and hope that it doesn’t follow you around for the rest of your life.” He stares into your eyes harder, more serious, and you begin to wonder when he got so close. “But that hope doesn’t usually last long.” 

Silence drips down the length of the walls as you two sit, inches from one another, smelling his breath and feeling the heat of his body so close to yours. As you're both about to collide, a loud ding sounds around the apartment and you jump backwards from the sudden interruption. Miguel barely even reacts, a deep frown on his features now as he turns to the elevator. 

“Hey!” A friendly voice echoes off of the walls and footsteps follow as you turn to see Peter walking towards you both. He stops at the sight of Miguel’s angry face and flashes a look between the two of you. “Am I bothering you?” 

“The answer is always yes, Peter.” Miguel stands and makes his way towards the other. 

“Jeez, I was just here to pick up the tech and lists for the event, but if I’m such a bother-” 

“Shut up and take it.” The larger of the two demands and you stand up, finally getting your bearings and coming to your senses. Your mind thought about Miguel saying those words to you in a very different scenario, but you quickly snapped out of it. He was your boss. Your whorish, annoying, rude boss with a taste for organized crime. 

That’s going to be a hard no. 

Standing up, you looked away and waited for him to be done. Peter’s eyes found your form and he launched over to you in a hurry. “How are you? It’s been so long, Miles says he misses you all the time, always making jokes you’d laugh at.” He rambles and you nod, smiling wide at the thought of being around Peter and Miles again. Miguel stands behind Peter, scowling at his distracted nature and folding his arms angrily. 

“I miss you all too.” You concluded. 

God, did you want to escape already. 

Peter finally left after going on and on about his daughter for around 10 minutes, to which Miguel finally snapped and started yelling in spanish. You just stood there and watched the interaction as they bickered and Miguel forced Peter out. He sighed once the elevator doors closed and leaned on the wall for a moment. As he stood there, almost statuesque, you took in his size and it finally hit you. How large he is. You bit your lip and thought about the seconds before Peter walked in unannounced. 

What would have happened if he didn’t break you two out of that seductive trance? Your cheeks began to heat up and you turned to look out the window. 

“Are you prepared for the gala?” His voice broke you from your trance, and you nodded, not meeting his eyes as he spoke. This seemed to irritate him. “You picked a dress? I want to see it.” He announced, and you finally looked up, now giving him a dirty look. “I don’t trust your sense of style.” 

“Too bad. Beggars can’t be choosers.” You hissed and he stalked to you in a few steps, showing his size from how few strides he had to take to walk across his wide apartment to meet you. 

His head bent down to give you a dark look. “I never beg.” He stated as a fact and you felt a shiver move through your spine. Shaking your head, you still refused. “You’re making me go, I’m picking the dress.” This seemed to be a battle of wills and neither of you were breaking. “Is that all?” You asked and placed your hands on your hips, attitude obvious in the snark of your words. He clicked his tongue. 

“That’s all, for now, but I might need to teach you manners soon if you keep this spoiled brat act up.” His words made your eyes go wide with anger. 

“Spoiled brat?” You barked and he smirked, enjoying getting a rise out of you. “Now, get out. I have someone coming soon, since my morning release didn’t work out.” He turned his back to you once more, and you admired how broad his shoulders were, how his back muscles rippled and shifted. He exuded power, and you’d be damned if you let him get the best of you. 

The words Gwen said echoed in your head. ‘Maybe he’s just lonely.’ 

“Maybe your morning release would be more satisfying if you didn’t get head at random times of day.” When he didn’t react, you continued, not fully understanding where this annoyance about his sex life was coming from anymore. “Maybe you’re just lonely.” The words came out before you could stop them and he finally turned back to face you, an incredulous look on his face from your audacity. “Either way, I don’t want to lay witness to whatever stupid married woman you convince to jerk you off with tweezers.” You stomped towards the elevator and pouted for a second before his hand shot out and grabbed your wrist. 

“Hijo de su-” You could barely hear the rest of whatever he said as he yanked your body towards him. He glowered down at your shocked face as he picked up his phone and listened to it ring. 

“Yo.” Lyla answered and Miguel stared down into your eyes. “Cancel the girl. There’s something I need to fix right now.”

Chapter 4

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Hii

Can you please write a Wilbur x reader from the sorry boys zombie apocalypse video? Thank you ❤️

🎥Anon

Hi! Yes ofc I can!

warnings; reader has low iron deficiency, reader feels guilty about it, all of the boys are so sweet, sweet Tom and reader moments, established relationship, kissing, Wilbur “dies”, mention of reader liking older men, it’s all around silly and like the video just with reader!

wc; 9k….. shhhh

edited…. NOPE

who; Wilbur soot x reader, sorry!wilbur x reader

“Thanks Janet, fuck.” Charlie said opening the video after the brief intro, followed by Tommy crying and leaning over the edge of the wall. “It’s all over man, it’s all over! You gotta pull it together!” Charlie grabbed Toms shoulders as Tommy cried out for his mother. 

“He’s kinda pathetic.” You whispered to Wil, huddling close to his warmth as you watched the interaction. 

“He’s always pathetic.” Wil said back, wrapping an arm around you, bringing you into him. “You should’ve taken the coat I offered.” 

You nuzzles into his neck, loving how he was practically a walking heater. “I’m good, I have you.” You heard Wil give a soft chuckle as he kissed your head. 

Letting go of you, ignoring the whine you let out as the warmth left, Wil walked up to Tom and leant down as he looked him in the eye. “It’s worse than you could ever imagined.”

“I should’ve installed optifine?”

“We’re in Portsmouth.” Wil declared to Tom as Tom yelled in agony. 

“Jesus Christ you’re loud!” You told the blonde as he popped up after the bit was done. 

“It’s my specialty! You should know that by now.” Tom said as he smiled at you. You smiled back as you gently hit his arm. 

——

“Hi, my names William Godwinson and here’s my 8-foot vertical leap.” Wil said as he ran up and barely made the jump as he stood up and looked proud of himself. 

“What’s up I’m Charles Dogman and here’s my 9-foot vertical leap. Jackass!” Charlie said to Wil as he ran up to the wall and tripped, failing miserably. “Ow fuck!” 

“You guys are idiots, we’re gonna die-“ the camera cuts off before your sentence was finished, cutting it off as it cut to Wil frantically asked where to go. 

“Oh, I don’t know. Safety!” You sarcastically said to the brunette as you smiled down at you, and lightly shoved you. 

“Are we going down this way?” Charlie asked pointing down to the pit. 

“I mean, it’s either that or the cliff so-“

“Shit, that makes my life easy.” You said as you started to jokingly get up on the wall following the cliff.

“No! No we are not doing that!” Wil picked you up before you could fully get up, anxiety radiating off of him a bit. 

“I’m fine Wil, I promise. I was joking.” You whispered to him as he set you down. 

“I know but still, you could’ve fell. Just be careful please.” Wil cupped your face as he looked down at you, making sure you understood. 

“Always. I’ll be glued to you anyways. I’m terrified.” You said as Wil laughed and followed where the other boys were going, dragging you with. 

“There’s only one way boys. In!”

“I don’t, I don’t want to.” Wil said as he looked down at the pit yet again. “What’s your name? Weirdo? Freak? Idiot? Fucking cunt?” Wil asked Ran as Tom started to laugh, as you scoffed at him. 

“That’s the full name.” 

“Have you met me?” Ranboo said as the drone zoomed out and showed the whole ground. 

“Listen guys! We’re all, we’re all boys right? We’re all boys.” Charlie said, putting his fist up to Tom. 

“I’m no boy. I’m no man. I am sperm.”

Tom said as groans were heard all around you. 

“Guys…” you said quietly. 

“Alright, Cum. Put it in.” 

“Cum. Nice to meet you cum.” Wil gave Tom a fist bump as well. 

“Guys…” you said a bit louder. 

“Everyone! Okay, everyone. Bring it in, let’s cum on three-“ Charlie said as the boys all huddled together as you stayed at the edge looking down at the mass amounts of actors in the pit now. 

“You sure. It might take me longer than that.” 

“One, two, three- CUM!” They all screamed out. 

“GUYS!” You yelled, finally getting their attention after a bit. 

“Oh my god! That’s just straight zombies guys!” Charlie yelled as he jumped up on the wall.

“Yeah no shit!” You sarcastically said as you waited for all of them at the top of the hill. 

“Get down!” 

“What’s that going to do? They can still hear and smell us?” You said as you walked further down the way. 

“Love, where are you going?” Wil came over and stood next to you. 

“Trying to find a way in. If the walking dead served me any good, it’s to sneak into places. Without making too much noise.” You said as Wil shook his head and smiled at you. 

“Well, lead the way darling.” He put his arm out in front of him as you bowed. 

“Thank you, kind sir.” You joked as he wrapped his arms around your waist and hid his face in your neck as Charlie came up to you all. 

“Guys! I’m gonna kite them!” Charlie yelled at all of us as he started making random noise, attracting all of the zombies while the rest of you found a way in. 

“Guys in here!” Ranboo said as you all climb down, Wil helping you, as Charlie continued to distract the “dead” people. 

“This is kind of the part that I haven’t really figured out!” Charlie yelled as he started panic. 

“There’s no time for baseball now, Phil!” 

“If I don’t make it, take my spork! Take my spork!” Charlie yelled as he threw the utensil, getting it no where. “Everyone over here!” Charlie continued to yell and distract. 

“Where’s the spork?” Tom asked as he and Wil went to check what was happening. 

“Go! Go! We need to go inside!” Wil told you all as he grabbed your hand and pulled you with him. 

You all finally made it to this little area that welcomed you with an arched door way and a bunch of random junk. 

“Charles. Did you get your spork? Where’s your spork?” Ranboo asked as he saw him coming down the hallway. 

“I lost my fucking spork, guys.” Charlie said defeated. 

You leant against the wall and closed your eyes as Wil stood in front of you and rubbed your arms and looked at Tom as he put a random ladder in the doorway, doing absolutely nothing. 

“What the fuck is this?” Wil asked, bewildered. 

“There’s no where to go up there!”

“Ok, to be honest, I don’t know your name but what you’re doing right now is pretty fucking dumb and not going to help us in the slightest!” You told Tom, playing into the bit as he laughed and adjusted it. 

“It’ll help slow them down!” Tom said looking at you with wide eyes. 

“…. They may be dead but they aren’t dumb-“ 

“They kind of are-“ 

“Ranboo you’re not helping.” You said as you looked at him with soft eyes as he nodded and turned to talk to Phil. 

“Where are you gonna climb?” Charlie asked, laughing at the stupidity of the situation. 

“I’m a fool!” 

“Are you trying to set up a Looney Tunes trap for the fucking zombies ?” Charlie asked as you searched around for clues, tools, anything to get you out because frankly you were scared and all the survival shows you watched were coming in handy. At least you hoped. 

“I don think we need the spork!” Tom said as you looked at him wide eyed, knowing what was about to go down. 

“Goddamnit! Just imagine your beans! Okay? Imagine your beans! Imagine your a can of beans-“ Charlie started to rant as you tuned all of it out, sitting in the chair that you found, silently giving up on getting out with tweetle dee and tweetle dumb fucking around. 

Wil came around the little corner you hid around and found you sitting in the chair.

“Hey, you alright?” He said as he crouched down, looking up at you as he rested his hands on your knee and lower thigh, rubbing to try and comfort you in anyways he could. 

You smiled down at him as you cupped his face. “I’m ok, promise. Just needed a little break, got overwhelmed with all the yelling and echoing but it’s ok! I’m good!” You said as you rubbed his cheekbones, wanting to give him the same comfort back while silently saying:

‘I’m ok because you’re here.’

He smiled back as he turned his head and kissed your palm. Getting up, he pulled you up with him and hugged you, arms around your neck as he kissed the top of your head. 

“I have an idea..” he whispered to you as he let go of you and picked the chair up. “May I use this?” 

You nodded as he walked out. “We can start a council!” You quickly followed him out as he placed the chair down and sat in it. 

“The rock is our leader.” Tom said, picking up a rock he found and handing it to Wil. “Guys! Wilbur has the talking role. Be very quiet. Wilbur, what do you want to say?” 

“Guys, it’s been hard. The Covid-19 pandemic, and then, whatever the fucks going on now-“ Wil got cut off my a bunch of groans being heard from down the way. 

“Oh fuck-“ you said as you looked wide eyes down the hall. 

“They’re coming.” 

“Oh god!” 

“Tommy! Save the rock!” Wil said as he came up to you and grabbed your hand in his and started to walk down the corridor that led to another hallway. 

All of you scampered down the hall and found a stair case, rushing down it while screaming in fear and panic as the zombie’s groans approached closer. Wilbur gently pushed you in front of him, running close behind you down the hall. 

“Why are there so many halls?!” You yelled out as you ran. 

“Who ducking knows but I can’t do this anymore-“ Wil said, slightly out of breath as you came to a stop. 

“Why’re they fast?!” Charlie screamed.

“These aren’t slow zombies. These aren’t slow zombies!” 

You and Wil found a door, hidden behind a corner. “C’mon! Here.” You said as you popped open the door and stepped in, Wilbur and the rest of them close behind. 

“Shut the door, shut the door!” Tom yelled as he hid in the corner. 

——

“Question for you guys, how do you all feel about spending the rest of our days in this room?” Wil asked all of us as you sat in his lap, slightly lightheaded from running and just wanted to be close to him .

“If I’m with you, I’m good.” You whispered in his ear as he smiled and rubbed your back, softly humming in your ear only loud enough for you to hear.

“Well uh, we’ve got a gun in for day three, so-“ once ranboo mentioned a gun, everyone was all eyes on the object. 

“What the fuck-“ Wil said as he gently got up and placed you back on the seat, squeezing your hand, a silent promise he’d be back. Wil grabbed the gun as he examined it. 

“Yo, wait- does that work?” 

“It doesn’t got a magazine.” Wil said before pointing it at Charlie. 

“Whoa! Whoa!” 

 “No, just give it a- I can take it man. Here I can take it-“ charlie insisted as he went up and set the guns barely to be directly aiming at his mouth. 

“No, I’m doing it, I’m doing it. I promise you-“ 

You rested your head on the back of chair as you watched the men go back and forth, playing with a gun. Like children.

——

“Is there any resources in here we can use?” Wil said as he hopped on the chair you were once sitting in, now sitting on the dusty floor watching them all .

“Uh- I see about 3 metal, 2 screws, 5 paper, a water right there.” Ranboo started listing everything he saw. 

“I’ve got a bit of a tall order here.” Wil said as he looked down at all of us, standing at a good 8-9 feet with the chair. 

“That’s true cause you’re up, yeah, that’s good.” 

“Does anybody know how to craft?”

Wil asked as Charlie started laughing. 

“I was hoping you’d ask-“ Charlie then turned around and started waving his hand around like he was casting some spell close to the ground. 

“What is he doing?” Tom asked confused as you shook your head and smiled at the man. 

“Camouflage.” Charlie presented the packaged camo tarp they bought earlier for the video. 

Wil and Tom came over to you as they asked you to open the material, since they were struggling to break the plastic. 

“Jesus, this is sad-“ you took the package as you ripped it open and handed it to them. 

“Wanna come over here, y/n? We could use some help over here!” Tom said as he held out his hands to you. You nodded as you placed your hand in his, slowly getting up from your sitting position as Tom smiled at you and walked over to the rest of the group, you close behind. 

“Everyone knows golfers are the weakest of the species.” Wil said as you joined his side as Tom and Ran went over and did their own thing.

“Excuse me?” 

“He’s got a point, Phil. Sorry.” You patted his shoulder as Charlie agreed. 

“So what I’m thinking what we do. The creatures, they- they respond to sound, but they can’t see you. He’s invisible.” Wil said to Charlie as he held Phil’s head. 

“Who’s invisible?” 

“Tiger Wattson.” Wilbur said, as you clapped your hands and pointed at them all. 

“So that’s his name! Nice to know-“ you joked as Wil laughed and Phil shook his head. 

Wilbur finished laughing as he looked at Phil again. “Tiger listen. If you go out there, they won’t be able to see you-“ 

“But they can smell you.” 

“Wha-“ Phil said as Wilbur chef kissed.

“They can hear you.” Wilbur said as a honk noise appeared out of no where. 

“That doesn’t make me feel better about the smelling me thing-“ 

“Don’t worry, you’re fine! Go get ‘em!” You said as you pushed him towards the door. 

“Tiger! Come here.” Wil beckoned Phil over as everyone wondered where he went. “I may not get to say this again to you before I throw you to your almost certain demise.” 

“Not helping-“ you told him as he continued. 

“But I’m gonna say it now, go get ‘em Tiger.” Wilbur said as he pushed Phil out the door and closed it. “And now we can share the fort between 4 people instead of 5.” Wil said as he stood in front of everyone, please and cheers came his way. 

“Very inspiring. I could tell you meant it too!” You said as you patted Wil’s chest.

“Thank you, I felt like it was needed-“ 

“Hey I just noticed when I- yeah, so when we high-fived, I just noticed, I feel like I saw just super quick, just like a little-“ 

You saw it as well, grabbing his wrist gently and bring it down to examine it. You knew it was there the whole time, have putting it there earlier before filming, but still going with the bit.

“Oh no.” 

“Wil-“ your force came out hushed and fear laced the word. Wilbur looked down at you concerned but quickly realized that it was for the big and relaxed. 

“It’s a- it’s a little tiny tiny scratch.” Wil said as he hid his arm from staring eyes. You quickly brought his arm back down  and giving the “wound” a kiss and smiling up at him. 

“Better?” You asked as he rested his forehead on yours.

“100%.” Wil whispered to you as he brought his lips to yours in a short thankful kiss as Phil opened the door on the opposite side of the room. 

“Guys I did it! Come on, come on!” Phil whispered to all of us and we all ran out the room. 

“Go! go! Not that way! Wait- yes that way!” Wil yelled, as we all followed and yelled at him for being indecisive at the moment. 

Running a little bit farther, Wil found a door, guiding us all to go through, Charlie going through a little weird hole in the wall. 

After getting him through the wall, Wilbur crouched down and held his arm, looking down at the mark on his skin in worry, making sure no one was watching. Yet forgetting you were behind him. 

“Wil what happened?” You whispered down to him, knowing the cameras were on and wanted to create a bit of a story. 

“I- Nothing I’m fine. Don’t worry about me, what we need to worry about is getting out of here.” Wil said, grabbing your hands and bringing them up to your mouth to give your knuckles a kiss. “You need to get out of here and I’ll make sure you do.” 

You softly smiled up at him as Elodie made a gagging noise as you two stared at each other. 

“Didn’t need to see that.” They said as they turned the camera off briefly and looked at you with an uneasy look .

“Oh c’mon on! It was good, right?” Wil asked out in the open as you swung your hands in his and nodded as Elodie rolled their eyes and nodded as well, silently admitting that the “sickeningly sweet” scene was really cute. 

——

“And now, the end is near-“ 

“And so I face, the final curtain-“ 

“Guys I was wrong, it’s no time for Sinatra.” Wil admitted as he slowly got up from his sitting position as you and Ran came into the cameras view. 

“Those guys know how to sing.” Ranboo told the camera as you nodded. 

“Almost as good as me-“

“I was about to say that!” Ranboo added on as he looked down at you and nodded.

“Guys, I have a fucking idea. Tiger-“ 

“Yeah.”

“Do you carry some of your patented Tiger’s scent cologne?” Wil asked as Phil confirmed he in fact did as you looked at all of them with furrowed eyebrows. 

“If we can make one of the zombies smell like a professional golfing star…” Wil left the sentence open as Phil clicked the idea together. “Whip out the spray.” 

“Why did that sound-“ you started but quickly shit your mouth before anything else came out, Tommy overhearing the little joke you were going to make and laughing. 

Phil pretended to look for it as he then suddenly found it and went to the opening of the room. “This is Tiger’s essence.” 

“Go Phil! Spray!” Tom yelled as Phil started to get attacked by the crawling zombies. Phil made a hissing noise as he moved his hand everywhere, trying to get the “cologne” everywhere he could. 

As he sprayed, all of you figured out a way to get out of them room, having realized you were cornered. You all ran out the room, running as fast as you could up stairs and down some halls to an empty open room. 

“Wait where’s Wil?” You asked as you finally got out of the rush of adrenaline and realized Wil’s hand wasn’t in yours nor was he infront or behind you. 

“Wil?!” Tom yelled as he soon realized too.

Everyone yelled your boyfriends name, worried as to where he was, but decided to continue on if they didn’t want to be eaten. Yet you and Tom both were deciding if pausing and looking for Wil was a good idea. 

“He’s fine, he’s probably following the actors. Plus Elodie’s with him so!” David told you as ease ran through your body, thankful that at least someone was with him. 

“Guys wait! Come back, come back. This is the perfect, circuit! This is it! This is the dark circuit!” Charlie declared as he looked at all of us, yet none of us were buying it. 

“I think this is just a circle-“ 

“Please don’t make me run anymore-“ you whispered out next to Phil as he patted you on the back and gave you a soft smile which you returned. 

“All we have to do, is run around continuously-“ 

“And we’ll go so fast that they explode!” 

“That’s right Tom! Alright! Is everyone ready?”

“I’ll sit out-“ you said as you leant against the wall.

“Here if you sit there in the little cave, I’ll protect you with my club.” Phil offered as you slowly moved to sit in the corner. 

“Thank you Phil.” You smiled appreciatively up at him as Charlie stated that he was absolutely delusional. Once the zombies appeared, they all started running. 

“We’re going to die.” You declared as you rubbed your head. Maybe this wasn’t the best video for your to do. 

“Yup! Are you alright?” Phil agreed as he continued to fight or the zombies. 

“Yeah, I forgot my medicine this morning and I forgot water so. Yay!” You put your fist in the air as a celebration while Phil laughed. 

“We can ask for some water? We can stop real quick.” 

“No it’s ok. I’ll be ok.” You said, more for yourself than anyone else. Phil nodded as the rest of them arrived back and and ran down one of the halls. 

“Guys come on! This way- you alright Y/n?” Ranboo asked as he saw your state. 

“Yeah can I have help up?” You asked as Ran nodded and lifted you up. 

“Want a piggy back ride?” 

“Ranboo you don’t have too-“ 

“Come on! I know you aren’t doing good right now, so please.” Ranboo insisted as he bent down.

“Thank you, I’m sorry.” You said as you hopped on his back and held onto him. 

“Hey no need for apologies, it’s my pleasure!” 

Ranboo jogged until he caught up with the rest of them who were waiting, you giving all of them an apologetic smile as they all gave you an understanding look and small ‘it’s ok, we know’ smile back.

“Guys you go on! This’ll stop them!” Charlie said as you looked behind you and saw him doing the stanky leg, shaking your head and laughing at him. “It’s not working! Oh god!” 

Charlie started to scream for all of us to run and go. You all found a little staircase leading up as Tom and Charlie found tables and object to put in front of it. Ranboo put you down as you went up the stairs, everyone following close behind. 

“Thank you, and I’m sorry again.” You told all of them in general as you slid down the wall, needing some sort of support. 

“Hey, it’s ok. We’ll get you some water soon, promise. You have nothing to apologize for.” All of them agreed with Phil as you smiled up at them and curled up, wanting the pounding in your head to stop, but kept with the video anyways.

“I unlocked a new recipe.” Charlie said as he paced. 

“What do you need, Charlie?” 

“I need wood and I need stone” Charlie declared as ranboo gave him a gun. 

“Here! Here’s a rock!” You said as you lifted the big rock you found next to you and gave it to the man. 

“Oh, thank you!” Charlie said as he nodded down at you in thanks as you saluted back. 

You all heard yelling coming up the stairs as Wil’s silhouette comes into view as he yells and runs into Tom. 

“It’s me! It’s me!” Wil yelled at Tom as he pushed him back and held his fist up. 

“Tom I still need your wood!” Charlie demanded as you shook your head. 

“What the hell is going on?!” You whined out as the stupid situation made no sense. Wil fell to the ground, covering his face as he came too.

“He’s alive! He’s not- wait! Did you get bit?”

“No.” Wil said as he got up and looked around, finally spotting you on the ground, quickly going over to you and crouching down and cupping your cheek, making your eyes flutter open. “Darling…” 

“I’m ok, I just need water.” You confirmed before he could say anything. 

“Hey guys, can we stop real quick and get some water?” Wil asked the group as they all nodded and agreed that they probably needed some water too. 

Charlie walkied down to the rest of the crew, asking if they could get some water, which would be given and brought shortly. 

“I’m sorry.” You whispered out to Wil as he held you to his chest. “I shouldn’t have come.” 

“Hey, love. You’re ok, you didn’t know it’d get this bad and we didn’t think we’d do this much running. Which now I’m thinking about it, that’s pretty stupid of us. Besides that,” Wil was cut off by your laughter. “Don’t give yourself a hard time over this. You and the rest of us come before content. Always. And if we have to stop for a little water break, that’s very much needed, so be it.” Wil finished as you smiled against his neck and nodded. 

“Thank you.” You whispered to him as Russ came with an arm full of water bottles, handing you one first. Wil responded to your thanks with a kiss on your head as he squeezed your hand three times. 

Cheesy bastard. 

——

“It’s almost done. It’s almost done!” Charlie declared as he waved his hand around infront of Tommy as he screamed in pain and agony. All of you were watching in pure confusion and terror as the scene played out.

“I crafted your dick into a gun.” 

“Oh fuck this.” You said as you looked at the pair in disgust. As much as you loved both of them, some bits were just- weird. Weirder than weird. 

“Wilbur look at me.” 

“What’s up man?” Wil asked as he stepped forward towards Tom. 

“You’re the only man it trust with my dick-gun…..” Tom said as he gave the gun to Wil. 

“Well yeah, I served in the arm forces for 32 years.” Wil said as he took the gun in his hands, leaving you bewildered at the statement. 

“Wait, hold up-“ you said as you did mental math in your head. 

“Wait how old are you?” Charlie asked the question that you were desperately trying to figure out. 

“I’m 41.” 

“I- ok when I said I liked older men, that’s not what I meant.” You joked as everyone laughed around you. 

“Wait, I gotta make sure the gun is any good, cause I did just craft it. It’s like a make shift so it doesn’t- it’s not like, the stats aren’t super high so just make sure that it- yeah. No just- I can take it. I can take it.” Charlie said, again wanting Wil to shoot him and make sure the equipment worked as he aimed it at the man. 

“Oh, it’s jammed. Hold on.” Wil said as he fixed the gun and pointed it again. 

“Maybe we shouldn’t- ok.” You cut off your sentence as Wil pointed it again and it was yet again jammed. 

“Do you have friendly fire?” Charlie said as Wil shot the ceiling as the gun went off. 

“Oh there we go- oh it’s fucking jammed again!”

“Ok! That’s it! Give me the gun!” You held your hand out to Wil as he held it away from you. 

“Not my dick-gun!” 

“Wil give me the fucking gun!” 

“No frankly I don’t think you should have it since Tommy only trusted me-“ 

 “Yeah well! If you have the gun you’re gonna shoot someone’s eye out so give me the fucking gun.” You said one last time, getting close to his face as his eyes widened and mouth quivered. 

“Ok.” He whispered to you as he handed you the gun. 

“Thank you-“ 

“Can I see it?!” Charlie said as as he tried to grab the gun from you. 

“Wait, no Charlie-“ 

“Is that a light?!”

“Charlie watch out!” Wil said as he grabbed the gun and Charlie pulled the trigger, making air pop out of the object and all of you popping back from it. 

“Ah! I’m blind in one ear! I mean deaf!” 

——

We all followed Wil as he lead us back to the beginning where we started. 

“This was pure goofy Looney Tunes trap!” 

“That didn’t do us any good-“ you whispered under your breath. 

“It was a beautiful creation!” Charlie said to you as you shook your head and patted his back. 

“Sure thing bud. Think that.” You said as you followed behind Phil as Wil led the way. 

“Oh man-“ Charlie said as you all heard groaning behind you.

“Hang on guys, I got this!” Wil said as he pointed his gun at the shadows as the groaning got closer to reveal Ranboo in all his might. 

“Jesus christ-“ 

“That was a good one!” Charlie said as Phil clutched his chest and told Ran that he was seconds away from being dead. 

“It was a funny little prank man! Don’t be so uptight! Grandpa.” Ranboo said as you bursted out laughing and fist bumped them. 

“This is where it began! Sporky!” Charlie yelled as he ran to his spork. 

Coming up behind Wil, you wrapped your arms around his waist as he flinched and turned to see who was holding onto him, relaxing once he saw you. 

“Well hello!” He said with a smile as he wrapped his arm around your neck, pulling you closer. 

“ hello!” You smiled back, nuzzling back into his warmth. You all followed Charlie to where the utensil lie, circling him. 

“I thought I lost you forever! Every utensil, all in one. Together again. Let’s have some fun.” Charlie said as he lifted the object to his lips and kissed it. 

“Did he-“ 

“Did he just kiss it?” Ranboo said, curious of the same thing. 

“He kissed it.” Wil confirmed as he went up to Ranboo. “Look, motherfucker. If you had a part spoon, part fork, part knife, you’d be kissing it too.” Wil said as Charlie moved the spork in the air, silently worshipping it. 

“I’d be more than kissing it, imma be real.” Ranboo confessed. 

“Why don’t you just, eat with it? That’s what it’s for.” You said as they all gasped and Charlie looked at you. 

“This, is much more than a thing you use for food. This is a sacred object.”

“Reach nirvana. Reach your element.” Wilbur said as Charlie lifted the spoon up once again. 

“Guys!” Tom said as Wilbur acknowledged his presence. “The zombies are coming!” 

“No guys, I’ll fend them off.” Charlie said as lifted his spork and the rest of you were sprinting up the stairs and onto the upper land. 

“Wait! Get rad.” Tom said as he took Charlie’s glasses off. 

“Wait- oh shit! Where did everything go?!” Charlie said as Tom ran off. Wilbur started to shoot at random as Ranboo collected Charlie and helped him up the steps. 

“There’s some plants there. It’s plants vs zombies! Hey-“ Ranboo said as continues to help Charlie and defend them both. 

“Guys come on, we gotta go!” You yelled as fear settled back into your bones as you looked at the crowd of zombies appearing. 

“Hang on this guy might be a stair guy.” Charlie said as the boys all gathered around to look at the zombie who they assumed was a “stair guy.” 

“Which ones the stair guy?” You asked Wil as he pointed at the one that started climbing one of the steps. 

“Oh that’s two! If he gets to give we’re in trouble!” Wil said as we all backed up. 

You all started to walk to the opposite of the pit away from the stairs as many of them started climbing the steps and roaming then land. 

“I’m gonna need to go for a scoop! This is a very risky scoop!” Charlie said as he made a scooping motion to the lady that was following us. 

You followed Wil as he went to the edge to get rid of some of the zombies, to find the gun jammed yet again. 

“Shit! It’s not um-“ 

“Wil! This can’t happen right now!” 

“I’m trying! I’m out of ammo!” Wil said as he started to skip over to the group leaving you to follow him. 

“Take the spork and then swing it, okay?” Charlie instructed Tom as you all walked away from the herd that was following you. 

“This is so fucked man.” Charlie said as you looked at him and nodded.

“I’ve been saying that the whole time, thank you!” You said as you saw Phil jump from the ledge and trip as he did. “Phil!” Phil swung the club around and hit the girl in the head as he looked back up to us as we all clapped and praised him for his approach. 

Wil helped you down yet again, noticing the big drop of the ledge. After placing you on the ground, he held your hand and walked over to the rest of the group. 

“What’s he doing?” You asked out in the open as Tom lifted his hand and one of the zombies pretended to choke and die. 

“He has the forces apparently!” Ranboo said as he came back over. 

“Of course he does.” You said as you shook your head with a smile. 

“Guys, I have the force!”

“Are you some fucking side kick?! What?” 

“How did you just do that?!” Phil said as you all watched him use it again and again. 

As you all asked him questions you heard running coming from behind you and saw Wil. “We have to go! Tom. Come! Come!” Wil said as he ran into the building again, all of you following close behind. 

As you went deeper and deeper into the  tunnels and building, you noticed Wil getting paler and slower. 

“Wil, man hey! Dude are you alright?” Charlie asked for you.

“Yeah I’m fine. No it’s cool! It’s cool. Don’t worry about it.” Wil said as he leant against the wall and rubbed his face. You looked up at him with concern but his smile that he gave you drew the worry out of your body a bit. 

As you all continued down the tunnels, making left and rights, going through random rooms, Wil started to limp and fall against the wall. Charlie offered him his shoulder as Wil wrapped his arm around his neck. 

“I feel hot. It’s like in my veins!”

“You are hot! You are so hot man.” Charlie said as he continued to carry Wil with him. 

“Are they flirting?” You asked Phil as you looked at the the two men ahead of you. 

“Who knows.” Phil said as you nodded with him as Charlie and Wil went back and forth about thinking sexy. 

“You’re so damp, man!” Charlie said as Wil groaned in pain and apologized. 

“This is like a shitty gay unrequited love short film…” you said out loud as Phil started to laugh and Wil started to run.

“I’m gonna be so fucking ripped- OH!” He yelled as zombies appeared in the doorway. “Okay and- down to the right!” Wil said as he crouched down and ran away, the rest of us following. 

You and Charlie made sure Wil was staying up right as you roamed and looked through the building for something, anything.

At this point you were pretty sure you were lost. 

“The adrenaline is wearing off-“ 

“You don’t look okay , man!” 

“I’m fine!” Wil said in a shaky tone. 

“Now you just sound like a white girl-“ you admitted to Wil as he turned to look at you with a smile. 

“How?!” 

“‘I’m fine! I just have a zombie bite in my arm but it’s ok!’” You said in a high pitch voice as Wil and Charlie bursted out laughing at the imitation. 

“Ok that was fucking good!” Charlie said as he fist bumped you. 

——

“I can try sucking it out of the wound-“ 

“That’s not gross at all…” you whispered out as you searched around the room. 

“It’s ok, it’s not snake venom. The fucking bear trap!” Wil whined as he held his arm.

“I can try to suck the- suck the bears out.” 

All of you paused and looked at Charlie with a confused look. “What?” 

“I think I might be feverish too.” 

Tom brought it to our attention that zombies were coming both ways, which caused a panic to arise in the group. 

“Boys, if we don’t make it out, just know, you’ve been okay!” Wil told us all as I scoffed at his way of being nice. 

The conversation were all cut off by a gun going off from down the hall. 

“Oh shit, someone’s shooting!” 

You all coward away from the noice but your attention was caught on a women that had camo and darker attire on.

“This is an evac! Follow me, this way, right now! Come on, let’s go!” You all stood around confused as the women screamed and was taken down by the zombies. Hiding away from the scene in terror, Wil brought you into his chest and told you that he’d protect you no matter what. 

“Get the gun! Get the gun!” Wil yelled out as the gun was facing our way and so close.

“I really thought she knew what she was doing.” Charlie said as he held his hands behind his head. “I’m just gonna- I’m just gonna take this if no one else is gonna need this.” 

Charlie grabbed the gun as he went towards the gate hoarded by zombies as Wil told him to say something cool as it makes the gun shoot harder. What ever the fuck that meant.

“Uh uh, CUMZINGA?!” Charlie said as he shot it from between his legs, taking down a good bunch of them. Wil quickly opened the gate as you all started to run down the hall, away from any more zombies. 

——

“Put some wood in me, please?” Wil asked as you all went upstairs to see Wil holding a plank of wood.

“Cheating on me already?!” You said jokingly as you clutched your heart in pain as Wil shook his head and carried the wood over to the steps as zombies crept closer. 

“I’ll show you my wood, alright.” Charlie said as he started shooting at the zombies again. You shook your head as the jokes got worse and worse as they went.

Blocking the stairs, you all gathered back into the middle as Wil asked if this reminds any of us of squid games. 

“Um…. no, because I’d much rather die in this scenario.” You said honestly as you joined Ranboo against the wall. 

“This is so dumb-“ 

“That’s what I’m saying. We’re all going to die….” You told Ran as he looked at you with furrowed brows.

“You’re really on about this death thing.” Ranboo confessed to you as you nodded and looked at him. 

“I watch too many shows.” 

“Fair enough!” 

“Ow! My fucking foot!” You heard Charlie yell as you went over to join Tom and him in whatever they were doing. 

“Here Tom, give me the gun.” You said as he placed the weapon in your hand as you pointed it at his other leg “Charlie if you want to make it bearable, you gotta trust me!” You told the man as he looked at you with fearful eyes.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” 

“Making it better!” You told him as you show his knee. 

“Fuck! That didn’t make it better!”

“He’ll be fine.” You waved it off as you handed the gun back to Tom.

——

After Wil and Charlie spent a good 5 minutes listing off random cheeses they could make and worrying about Charlie, Wil said there was an extraction. 

“There’s a way out! There’s hope. There’s hope for us.” Wil said in a soft tone as he looked around at all of us. 

“Isn’t an extraction when you get the oil and you put it in the pan?”

“No-“

“Yes! Extra virgin!” 

“Ok what is your deal with extra virgin olive oil?!” You asked in a genuine tone as you looked at the man. 

“No, isn’t extraction when you have the lufa and you rub it in a clockwise motion on your skin?” 

“No that’s- that’s exfoliation!” Ranboo clarified to Charlie as they bounced back and forth trying to figure out what extraction was. 

“Guys, shut the fuck up for a second!” Phil harshly yelled at the boys as you silently thanked the older man. “There’s an extraction point. Somewhere. Somewhere there’s an extraction point. Someone came down here, with guns, and ammo, and armour. They are prepped. They are ready, they can help us.” Phil said as you hugged him and thanked him for his wise words. 

“So where do we go?” 

“Out. Where she came from.” 

“What do you mean out?!” Wil asked as you placed your head on the wall from all these stupid questions. 

“We have to go back from where she came from!” 

“Phil what does her mom have to do with this?” A long pause rested over the group as Phil took in the words Charlie just spoke. “She came from her mom Phil!” 

“She came from the tunnels!” That was the last thing you heard before you tuned everything out and placed your body weight against Wil, just wanting to be close to him. 

Wil fell against the wall a few seconds later, worry taking over your body. 

“You ok man? You good? You doing okay?” Ranboo asked as Wil lifted a fist bump up to him. “Pound it.” 

“Can you get my glasses?” Wil asked you as you nodded and reached into his pocket that stored way too much shit in them and pulled out the glasses he barely wears. “Thank you darling.” Wil said as he gave you a peck.

—— 

As Wilbur pulled Charlie aside, and the rest of the boys were doing their own thing, Phil teaching Tom and Ranboo the ways of his club, you decided to listen in on Wilbur and Charlie’s conversation. 

“I need to ask something of you man.” 

“Anything for you, man.” Charlie said as you peaked your head around the corner and saw Wil and Charlie sat on the floor as Charlie held him. 

“Tell me where are you from? How’d you end up here? What’s your story?” Wil asked as you truly believed they were about to break out into song yet again that night. 

 “Well, my mother was a humble hot dog maker-“ 

“Oh Jesus Christ, please no…” you whispered as Wilbur cracked a smile, hearing your not so quiet pleads for Charlie to just stop, hating how that part of the story went for that video. 

“She sat there all day and, plugged those pigs into those casings until the sun went down.” Charlie looked directly into the camera, voice brought up to add dramatic effect. 

“That actually sounds- why’d you make it sound so gruesome??” You asked as you walked up to them, quickly sliding down on the other side of Wilbur.

“Gotta add some storyline-“

“Know what, fair. I respect it.” You fist bumped Charlie as they continued the bit, Ran and Toms yelling slowly seeping into the recording. 

“She slipped those boars up and she sausaged them. And then, she sausaged me, and I was born.” Charlie finished as you looked at him with disgust, yet having the best idea ever. 

“So she pooped you out?” You asked as Charlie and Wil both sputtered and laughed, not being able to respond normally to that.

“What the fuck?!” Wil asked as he looked at you.

“Well he said she sausaged him so-“ you said, trying to help them connect the dots you did. 

“Oh god, that got me.” Charlie said as he wiped his eyes, making you and while laugh a bit more. “And ever since I was born, I’ve had a call. A calling, a calling to dog. A calling to keep dogging, no matter what. To always be raw dogging it and- and I was a hot dog for a bit. I was like a hot dog mascot and I was selling my hot dogs all across the land. I thought I had that dog in me. But the problem was, I put that dog in them. And those dogs, I think that’s what started all of this.” Charlie ranted about his hot dog past as Wil nuzzled into your neck and whined and groaned to add effect as to what was happening to him. 

“You think the hot dogs started it?” Wil asked as he leant back up and looked at Charlie. 

“I think the dogs started this.” Charlie said as a dramatic pause took over. 

“I got the dog in me. I got the dog in me, I got the dog in me-“ you started lightly singing as Wil and Charlie slowly started to join in. 

——

“Sorry dogs?” 

“Yeah, sorry dogs. There was a like a little , a little dog, it was like in a little hot dog bun-“ 

“Oh yeah! I remember that! Good dogs, tasted a little funny, but good. Handsome chef as well-“ you said as Wil smiled in your neck briefly and kissed it lightly. 

“Dog, Charlie. Have you ever had a really good spaghetti bolognese with meatballs?” Wil asked as you looked at him with furrowed brows. 

“What the fuck is that?!”

“No?” You and Charlie said at the same time as you both looked at him with confusion. “I only eat hot dogs.” 

“Can I describe, a really good-“ 

“Lay down, lay down.” Charlie quickly placed Wil against the wall as you went back with him, placing your hand in his hair and gently rubbed as he painted slightly and held his arm. “Is this your favorite food?” Charlie asked as Wil nodded and leant against your shoulder. “Here, tell us about it, ok? Tell us about your favorite food.”

“There was- so- there’s a word they use in a little country you may have heard of called Rome.”

“The word spaghetti?”

“Al dente-“ once the word came out of his mouth, you started laughing, thinking the way he said it and the context of the situation made the word better than it was.

“I’m sorry, proceed-“

“Of the tooth. Now what you do is you cook the spaghetti, until it’s just cooked through enough. That’s is Al dente. You mix in some tomatoes, some onions-“ you and Charlie made some comments and noises at the food being mentioned, all of you being hungry and Wil talking about food not making it better.

“Crunch. Crunch.” 

“Yeah! Caramelized is the best.”

“Oh damn…”

“Oh god!” Both you and Charlie made comments of praise at the mention of good food. 

“Throw on some meatballs. Some purée. Mix it all together… you don’t know what i- I’d kill for some hot dogs and ketchup and bolognese. Bolognese spaghetti, hot dogs-“ 

“No hot dogs, just think of the bolognese, ok?” Charlie told Wil as he started to writhe underneath your arm. 

“Hot dogs do sound kinda good tho-“ you whispered under your breathe, the mic picking it up slightly.

“Are you feeling a radiating in your face?”

“No not even close-“

“Just you babe.” You patted his shoulder as he curled up more against you.

“I’m feeling it’s like up through my my nodes.” 

“You’re what?!” You said while laughing.

——

“I want you to close your eyes, and I want you to picture that bolognese, ok?” 

“Or me, but either works!” You whispered in his ear as he leant back and closed his eyes with a hint of a smile forming, taking your hand in his and squeezing. 

“Did you go to the bolognese?”

“I’m there, I’m there.” 

“You’re at the bolognese. Now I want you to take a bite on three, ok?” Charlie said as he brought his hands up to Wilbur’s head, one on his chin and one on the top of his head. 

“Wait, Charlie-“ you tried to intervene but it didn’t work. Wil opened his mouth as Charlie said the words again. “Charlie don’t.” Your voice turned desperate as you made eye contact with him, which he gave you a determined look back. 

“On three, ok. Ok, one… two…”

“Charlie-“ 

Charlie took more than a few seconds to breathe as Wil held his mouth open. You were waiting for something to happen, but it never came until-

“ three!” Charlie turned Wilbur’s neck as he fell against you, head in your chest as you looked down at him in terror and disbelief.

“No. No no no! Charlie what the fuck did you do?! Wil? Wil wake up.. please!” You said, tears making their way into your eye line as the camera died off. 

“Damn that was good!” Charlie said giving you a fist bump as Wil sat up slightly. 

“Thanks! Drama club helped!” You said as you wiped your eyes from any tears. 

Wil looked up at you and cupped your face as he pulled you down, gently bringing you into a soft kiss full of love, happiness and smiles. “Good job, darling. Made me believe I might actually be dead.” He whispered to you as he caressed your cheek. 

“Thank you, my love. But if you were actually dead I would’ve gone full on psycho and probably murder Charlie.” You joked as you looked up at him with a smile as he quickly rubbed the back of his neck and said something about leaving, making Wil laugh more. 

——

After all the boys argued about feeding him to the zombies, overall deciding to even after you yelled at all of them that they’d leave him here to rest as you rubbed his head and held him, still keeping up the distant and revengeful persona. 

As they carried him out of your arms and down the hall to groaning people, you held the gun in your hands Wil had and followed silently, not wanting to be apart of this dreadful experience, seeing your boyfriend get swarmed with half dead people. 

“Fucking cruel.” You whispered to yourself as Wil watched with you, shaking his head. 

“It’s ok, we’ll get out of here, alright?” Phil said as you nodded and left with the rest of them .

Running down halls and tunnels, all trying to find the extraction point, Charlie cried about turning Wil to pasta.

“Should’ve fucking listen to me before turning my boyfriend into mush yeah?!” You yelled at them, still feeling a little upset they decided to feed him to the herd. 

As you guys came across steps, Charlie pointed out a sign that clearly said “way out.” 

“Well if it’s the way out, get going!” You yelled as you hurriedly pushed past and ran up the steps. Coming out the doors to the night sky and crisp air, you all looked around as you laughed and spun around, letting the fresh air and earth take you in its wake. 

“I smell survival that way.” Tom said as he pointed to the right. 

“I smell goo.” 

You shook your head as you all followed Tommy once the zombies started coming back. As you all got to the gate, all of you realized it was locked. Well, most of you. 

“Here, Tom.” You pointed to a little lock that he turned and opened the gate as you all ran, Charlie staying clung to the metal bars, shaking and yelling to let him out. “Charlie here! Come on!” 

“Charlie!” You all yelled out for the man but realized it was too late once the herd reached him and took him in their grasp.

“Charlie’s gone down. So will I- actually no I’m scared, I’m scared.” 

“Pussy.” You said to him as you all stood there waiting for something to happen. 

“Hey! Actually I’m very much a strong-“ 

“Car! Go to the car!” Ranboo yelled as you all started running again. As you all started to slow down and look for the car, Phil decided it was his turn to stay back and help defend us. 

“You have to go-“ 

“Phil, no!” All of you yelled out as Phil started to get attacked by some zombies, you pulling both of them away, already knowing his fate.

“Come on! There’s no time! He already chose!” You yelled as you all ran a bit more you all saw a car sitting there, on and ready to go. 

You all hoped in, sitting across the back seats as you all slumped and rested as you told the driver where to go. 

“We’re safe, I think we’re ok!” Ranboo said as you leant against Tom in relief. All of you being able to breathe for once after hours in end of agony and pain. 

Hearing groaning, both you and Tom’s eyes popped wide as you both looked back to see a sickly looking Wilbur. 

“Tom?” Ranboo asked worriedly as Wilbur just sat there for a minute before launching at you and Tom, both of you screaming as Wil toppled on top of you both.

Screams turned into laughter as Wil’s hands gently dug into the sides of your and Tom’s side, tickling you both briefly as he retracted back into the trunk.

“Was I scary?” Wil asked as he smiled at you three. 

“Hmm… no but you do look really pretty.” You smiled at him as the car stopped and you all got out.

Going to the back you opened the trunk and let Wil out as he sat on the edge of the car, letting you stand between his legs as you wrapped your arms around his neck, his hand resting on your hips. 

“Am I always pretty and handsome to you? Even when I’m trying to be scary or cringey or-“ 

You cut him off with a short kiss as you smiled down at him. 

“Yes. Always. Now let’s get this stuff off of you, it looks itchy.” 

“Oh it is!” 

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[ronearoundblindly]

Bet bucky understands japanese manga reffrence

Bucky*sees readers art*is that Hentai?!

Y/n:yes and i have more reffrences

Steve:O-O bucky no!

Now I HAVE to write it, guys. It's no longer 'haha'-optional! Please enjoy a naughty mini-fic about this hilarious comic strip. It's very short but the Stucky portion is *implied.*

Dirty Doodle, a steve rogers x artist!reader drabble

"That's..." Steve looks vaguely gray and sick to his stomach, confusion pinching his brow together, "it's lovely, sweetheart."

Half of the fun is how uncomfortable your adorable Steve gets in sexual situations, and innuendo is just whipped cream and the cherry on top of his glorious body.

Bucky pops into the lounge for a snack. "Hey, guys."

You beam, tossing a wink over your shoulder since poor Steve is still beet red and struggling to decipher all the meaning in your sketch. You don't imagine Captain Rogers knows what 'tentacle porn,' 'monster fucking,' or 'hentai' are but, by god, it's fun to watch the wheels turn.

Then Bucky slows his approach to the counter, eyeing your sketchpad curiously.

"Is that..." Bucky shakes his head. "Never mind."

"I made a drawing of Steve," you announce proudly, "pretty good likeness, I think."

Bucky steps closer with a controlled expression. "Uh huh, that's definitely Stevie."

"My girl's got quite a talent for--" Steve gulps "--fantasy."

"Yeah," Bucky says with a shrug, rolling his tongue slowly across his bottom lip, "I think I've seen something similar..."

This revelation seems to crawl inside Steve's brain and nest. "Like handcuffs?" Steve squeaks.

Oh.

Oh, poor baby.

Today is the day you liquify Steve Rogers's brain...with the help of his friend.

"Well, if by handcuffs you mean the slippery appendages that then kinda--" you stick two fingers in your mouth "--sure. Like handcuffs."

"It's a very popular form of adult entertainment."

You tap your screen a few times. "I have more examples."

"Ooohhh," Bucky hisses, "he's not ready for that one, but dang that's a good one. Show him that. Stevie, look at your abs."

Steve grips his own sketch paper so hard it crinkles your likeness.

"I'm so glad you like it," you coo to Bucky. "I worked really hard on that one to get the angle just right. " The tablet is zoomed in on a very handsome, blond man with a clenched eight-pack, legs spread and out of frame. The detail on his testicles and completely erect penis is stunningly upsetting to your boyfriend.

Steve covers his eyes and whimpers.

"His balls are very sensitive," you fake whisper to Bucky behind the back of your hand.

"Always have been," Steve's best friend mutters back.

"I hate you." Steve buries his whole, hot face in his hands, elbows thunking against the breakfast table.

You remain undeterred and, in fact, inspired.

"There was this one position we tried last week--" you flick through your projects to find your drawing "--he got this desperate look on his face and I tried to--"

Your tablet shatters against the far wall, Steve standing above you with apologetic shock.

"I'm sorry. I love you so much. I'll...I'll buy you a new one."

He stalks off, holding his sketchpad and pencil roll in front of his crotch.

You wait until he's out of the room to meet Bucky's eye. "Stevie hasn't really gotten a grasp on the cloud yet," you say, pulling out your phone to open the art app, "but I've got a new strip I'm working on..."

[Main Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

[harlowtales]

Reader is Jack’s personal assistant and things turn into more but they have to hide it.

***18+ smut/light romance****

“Good morning Jack” you whispered kissing his arm around you and caressing his smooth skin.

“Huh?” Jack said confused as he was just waking up and was still inside you from the side. He hadn’t completely pulled out yet from last-night. All of a sudden he shot up and pulled out of you abruptly. “I gotta get back to the couch! My parents can’t find me in here like this!” He started hurriedly putting on his clothes. First frantically trying to find his underwear and jumping into his sweatpants. He had his tshirt halfway over his head with his curls popping out as he ran out and closed the door as quietly as he could.

“What a goofball.” You thought fondly. Last night was incredible. Jack snuck into your room as you were visiting his parents with him for the weekend. His penthouse was being renovated so he was staying with his parents for a bit. You had got the job as his personal assistant just 6months ago. Neelam was burnt out so she needed some help with all of Jack’s more personal needs like managing his schedule and making sure he ate properly, worked out, got rest and his surroundings were generally healthy for him. You managed his home and generally keep things good in his world. But feelings developed.

Jack wound up in the hospital with a serious virus he caught on tour in Asia and came back very sick. You were the one that called the doctor as he was writing it off as a mild cold. You dropped everything and tended to him, even canceling a vacation you had planned. That’s when he knew it was more than work for him.

He always thought you were cute, kinda brainy and that turned him on….a lot. Neelam felt you were the best for the job and she knew Jack would like you as well, but she could never guess it would turn into this. As you laid in bed your mind went back to the first time you got the feeling something was up... “Jack I honestly don’t see it, you said fully bent over with your ass up and your face looking under the kitchen cabinet to find his earring that he said fell out of his ear and rolled under.

“Ah look I found it!” He said laughing “How da fuk did it get in my pocket?” He just wanted a good view of your ass so he could fantasize about having you in that position on the kitchen floor. The look he gave you afterwards gave you a weird feeling. He was always playing games like that, but lately it was different. It’s like he was trying to communicate something without saying it.

“Ok Mr.!” You said in that school principal way that got him hot. “No more games for you, you have a Zoom interview in 30mins!” You said pointing at the lunch you just made him. Neelam and his trainer EJ said everything had to be healthy. “And no sneaking snacks!” Jack shot you a look as he ate his plain salad with an unhappy look on his face. Just then you heard a notification on the computer, his interview was about to start. “Ok, finish up, they’re messaging me.” You said. “I’ll get on with them first and let them know to sit tight for a bit, ok?” You said warmly. Damn he was cute. There was no getting around that and you were very professional not letting your fandom get in the way of doing a good job. That’s why Neelam chose you. “Yes hi, I am his assistant.” You said to the interviewer on the Zoom in your most business-like tone trying to gather yourself after Jack’s shenanigans. You made sure everything in the background was just right as the house got pretty messy during the week with all of his friends coming around. Jack marvelled at how you took care of everything around him and grew to have a great affection for you that he didn’t want to make it awkward and tell you. “So I’m just making sure this is how long? Because he has another thing to get to.” He didn’t, but you wanted him to rest up for the gala later that night.

Jack was secretly observing you buzz around and make sure he was at his best. That every little thing in his day went right. That you cared so much, not about your job, but him. He could feel it. The way you spoke to him with care or even scolded him was making him see you in another way. He couldn’t imagine how he had made it without you before. Since you joined the team he was so much more at ease. He even stopped needing so many therapy sessions. He especially loved the conversations you’d have in the evening when he was in town on a break and was not even leaving the house much. He came to crave those times. You just had a knack for making his life normal. He loved your cooking, the way you kept the house tidy, and didn’t stress him out when he came home. If something bothered you, you said so but didn’t invent drama. You were in fact what he was looking for in a wife.

“Do you have any children?” He asked you one day randomly as he was watching soccer on the couch with his feet propped up and you were beside him on your laptop organizing him for the next day. “Huh?” You looked up distractedly. Your hair slightly disheveled from running around behind him all day. It made him think of how you would look after having you on your back and being inside of you. Increasingly he had sex dreams about you and acting completely normal was getting more and more difficult. With you next to him on the couch he had to conceal that he was becoming aroused.

“Um no silly” you said playing punching him in the arm. “Your my kid” you laughed.

“Oh really? I’m no kid trust me. This is all 100% grown ass man right here.” He said “All grown.” He repeated wistfully as he moved a lock of your hair that had fallen into your face.

“Jack…what are you doing?” You said half-hopeful that he was doing what you knew he was doing. “I…I need to finish your schedule” You weakly protested as you swallowed nervously

“Then finish my schedule.” He said nestling his nose in your neck and gently just touching your skin with his full lips. “Don’t let me distract you.” He said as he now started fondling your breast through your shirt. “You never once thought about this?” He said as his hands started to travel all over your body and he pressed closer to you. “Why don’t you close this?” He said as he closed the laptop you we’re hoping would protect you. “Get that off your lap and get on mine.” He commanded

“I am fuking dreaming right now!” You said in your head, but you said to him “Jack.. Neelam would freak out. I’ll lose my job” You said leaning back for it to happen more.

“Don’t worry about Neelam we just act like it’s all good when she’s around.” He said. “I really like you. All the girls in my world are fake. You’re the real deal. I couldn’t get along without you, and I never want to be without you.” He said going in more seriously on your body. He now had his hand travelling up your dress. “And who told you to wear a sundress around the house. Hmmmm?” He asked you furrowing his brow and biting his lip that made you crazy. He started working to get your panties off and feel if you were as excited as him. “So much for not wanting to lose your job. look at all this” he said holding up perfectly manicured fingers to reveal your cum dripping down them. “Hmmm? What’s all this missy?” He said as he made you suck his fingers with your juices on them. You sucked on them so good he went crazy “Oh shit” he said softly “This pussy has to be good.” You were fully in his lap like he demanded and he pulled off his underwear as you kissed him and stuck it straight inside you giving your ass a hard slap. “Ride me.” He said holding your ass to feel it go up and down as he moaned in pleasure he nonchalantly put his hands behind his head watching you ride hard. His sexy laid back attitude and slight grin made you insane. Within minutes you reached a screaming climax and collapsed onto him, breathing heavy in his ear. “Holy shit.” He said “You’re a freak.” Delighted at his new discovery.

You got off him and slithered down his body until you got between his legs. You opened your mouth wide and took all of him into your mouth. His rock hard cock hitting the back of your throat. “Geezus Christ.” He moaned loudly. After some time swirling your lips around the tip to sliding down it as far back as it would go Jack couldn’t contain himself anymore and held your head down as he throbbed and released all he had to give. Cum dripped down your mouth as you swallowed most of it. You rested your head on his inner thigh out of breath and looked up at him. “When do you want to get married?” He joked gently smoothing out your hair, but he was definitely getting those feelings. You snapped out of reminiscing as you heard Maggie call upstairs for you.

You crept down the stairs to the kitchen to find Jack’s mom Maggie busy in the kitchen. Jack was sitting at the table devouring some eggs. “Ah, good morning!”His mom said happy to see you. “Sit sit! Breakfast is hot!” She said pointing to a huge plate of eggs, bacon, sausage, and toast.

“Mom for Fuck sakes! She can’t eat all that.” Jack said laughing.

“Watch your mouth.” His dad said sternly from the livingroom

“It’s ok Jack.” You said admiring his messy bed head. “I love eggs, it’s nice to not have to make them!”

“So you cook for Jack too?” Maggie asked wide eyed. “What do you not do for my little bozo.” She said looking at her son affectionately and ruffling his messy hair. “Hunny wear your bonnet your hair is dry and tangled” she chided

Jack moved his head so his mom would stop with her comments. You enjoyed watching him interact with his family. He was just a regular guy and they treated him as such. In fact, everyone in Louisville did. “Oh trust me mom. She takes care of me.” He said shooting a look at you with a side smile. “She gets the job done and there’s nothing she doesn’t do.”

You blushed looking down at your plate pretending to be intensely interested in your eggs. Maggie had no idea what Jack was really saying or what happened in her house last night.

@heavyhitterheaux @itsyagirljaz @jacks-daycare @jackmans-poison @jackharloww @killatravtramp @angelbae05 @comehomeimissyou @hotsforharlow @hoodharlow @harlowsbby @harlowgifs

[notanotherinfjblog]

Ni thinking and remembering

ENTJ: It's always so strange how you hear your voice in your head when you're thinking, but it's not actually what your real voice sounds like.

INFJ: If you think in words, yes.

ENTJ: What do you mean if you think in words? Don't all people think in words?

INFJ: Well, I don't, most of the time. My mind is mostly just ... empty. Or not empty, but more like everything is happening somewhere below the surface where I can't reach. It's quite peaceful. Kinda zen-like.

ENTJ: Okay, but ... how do you know what you're thinking if you can't think it?

INFJ: I don't know. I don't start a thought and think it through to the end. It's more like a soap bubble popping in my mind and thus releasing an entire thought process as a whole. It's like, when I have to make a decision, I don't think about it all. The decision will just come to me from my subconscious.

ENTJ: Yes, officer, and then my subconscious told me that it had decided to stab that guy and I was like "Sure! Why not?"

INFJ: You know damn well that's not what I meant.

ENTJ: Yeah, I think I get what you mean. I do think a lot in words, but what you're saying reminds me a lot of my back burner, if that's what you want to call it. I always have one or two things that I'm thinking of somewhere in the background that I don't have conscious access to. Like right now, I'm talking to you and I'm listening and thinking about your words, but at the same time I know that in the back of my mind, I'm figuring out a problem from work, but I'm not consciously thinking about it. I just know that that's going on somewhere simultaneously.

INFJ: What about memories? Do you have conscious access to them? Like, can you replay them in your mind like a movie or are they more abstract?

ENTJ: They are more abstract, definitely not like a movie. I mean, let's say I want to remember what I did on the weekend, an image of my couch will be flashing up in my mind, but I won't see myself, I don't know, press a button on a remote or something. I know what I did, but I don't see myself doing it. But when I'm thinking of a moment that happened, it's like I see an image of the place and then I can kind of zoom in on a certain spot or a certain time frame and recapitulate that. But still, it won't be like a movie and more the knowledge of person XY said so and so, but I won't really see or hear them say it again. I'd be the worst person to ask for a description of a person for a police sketch artist. I'd just be like "... yeah, he looked ... like a person. He was wearing clothes."

INFJ: Same. Not the zoom thing, that's freaky, but all the other stuff. The funny thing is, I'm actually really good at recognising people. I see a random stranger walking in front of me and immediately know that I saw them on the bus a few weeks ago or something. But don't ask me to describe what they look like because I don't know.

ENTJ: Exactly, it's like the visual memory is locked away somewhere and you can't access it.

INFJ: Yes! I always describe my memory as a library that I'm not allowed to enter, so I have to make a request for a book at the counter, but I don't remember what the book is called, so the librarian has no idea where to even start looking.

[stxrmylxve]

I… want it.

Notes: cussing, hair pulling, kinda exhibitionism?, slight breeding, oral (m!receiving), this is based on a previous fic of mine, mentions of a baby, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of previous exes

Genre: smut & fluff

Pairing: dabi x fem!reader

Specialty for: @kelin-is-writing 💜

Dabi scrolled through his phone, a small frown on his face. He groaned in frustration as he looked at the time, shutting off his phone and throwing it on the table before getting up and trudging to his room.

“Time for your call.” you remind as you walk by him, a heap of laundry blocking most of your view as you rushed to your room.

“I know dummy.” he says back as he unintentionally slams the door, alarming you just enough to halt your movements before shrugging and continuing your folding.

The one thing that Dabi dislikes the most was any sort of call, whether it was a facetime call, phone call, or in this case a zoom call, he hated it.

You hesitantly knocked on his door, coming in with the sound of a grunt as you set his things down on his bed behind him.

“Figured that would help you, since you always forget to do laundry for yourself.” you say as you glance at his screen, sighing as you turned to leave. It was going to be a lonely next two and a half hours, after all.

He abruptly grabs your wrist, pulling back towards him as he clicks a few things with his mouse. You opened your mouth to protest, but it was quickly hushed by dabi joining his zoom call. He pointed down as he greeted everyone, allowing you to slip down below the desk before he turned on his camera for everyone to see him.

You shot him a glare in between your lashes as he offered a sly grin, returning his gaze back to the call as he stretched his arms to sit behind his head.

He placed a finger on his lips to signal to be quiet as you slipped off his boxers, grunting as you slapped his thigh in annoyance.

“Is something going on, dabi?” you hear someone ask as dabi returns to his poker face.

“No, sir. Just my cat acting up, that’s all. You know how they can be sometimes.” he replies with a small chuckle, going back on mute again soon after.

You sigh in annoyance as you wipe the spit off of your chin, tapping his thigh to regain his attention. He peers down at you with a quirk in his brow, turning off his camera to scoot back his chair to allow you out from under the desk.

You get up with a groan, popping your back and wiggling around before checking the time.

“I was under there for a fuckin’ hour for you, you better pay me back for it.” you say as you plop down on his bed, finding your shirt and putting it back on again before ushering him to turn on his camera again.

“Gimme 30.” is all he replies with as he turns back around in his chair, angling it to where you weren’t visible before glancing down at the wet spot on the carpet where you had sat.

“Or… maybe now?” he asks as he leaves a quick message in the chat, signing off of the call before lifting his shirt over his head, his staples glistening in the light as you smirked.

“You might miss something important on that call, you know.” you tease as he slips off his pants with an obvious eye roll.

“Should I let all of this prep go to waste then? Hell no, that fuckin’ call can wait.” he replies as he pushes you onto the bed, sighing as he hears the front door open. That was the signal that Shigaraki was home from work at the LOV now.

“Guess we will just have to be quiet, yeah?” he says with a grin as he teases your entrance with his fingers, slipping two in at once enough to make you suck your teeth.

He opts to scissor you open, taking more than enough time simply to test your limits to see what would make you break. You let out an annoyed huff as you grab his wrist;

“Just put it in.” you mutter as you lean your head back, half expecting him not to at all. Though you were proven wrong as he slips his full length in at once, ripping a loud moan out of you accompanied by a nice arch of your back.

“Well clearly you underestimate me, don’t cha’?” dabi deadpans as he bottoms out, taking note of the small tears pricking the corners of your eyes. He was nice enough to let you take his length for a while though, not moving an inch as he studied your face.

“I- mhh- m’you move.. please.” you babble out as he furrows his brows, his hands snaking around your hips to prop you up slightly. He quirks his brow as a silent ‘ready?’ as you eagerly shake your head, bracing yourself for impact.

As figured, he took no more than a second to start pounding into you, shoving the bed again and again into the wall with loud thuds. It took every bit of your power not to let your moans out, but you instead used your strength to pull dabi down to your level, wrapping your arms around his neck as you hid your face in his neck.

“You like that? You wanna’ be closer to me, yeah?” dabi coes, taking time to litter your neck with dark hickeys to prove later on to others that you were his.

You clenched on his words, sucking him in impossibly deeper as he let out a long groan above you. His hips began to stutter, a clear sign that he was definitely close, but he held his composure as he lifted himself up to look down at you.

“You won’t win this time just from that.” he says as his lips quirked up, flipping you over onto your stomach abruptly as he pulled you up by your hair.

“I’m gonna’ breed this pussy right. So that you get so fucking cockdrunk that all of your ex’s names disappear in your mind. And you know what? I know you will enjoy it.” he groans in your ear as you shake your head, your knees giving out as you bent over in exhaustion.

“I can tell you want it, you’re really fuckin’ tight right now. But come on darl’, loosen up if you still want my dick intact.” dabi laughs as you bury your head into the mattress, beyond embarrassed and overwhelmed from the situation.

“I… want it.” you say quietly, turning your head back to face him. He swears he could have came right there as your glossy eyes met him, filled with both need and lust.

“You want…? Use your words.” he asks as he halts his movements, loosing his upcoming high but overriden by curiosity.

“A baby. I just want a fucking baby dabi.” you say sheepishly as you turn back around to avoid his primalistic gaze.

“A baby? You want me to literally breed you? So that you can have a mini me running around here?” dabi asks as a genuine smile forms on his face, his eyes sparkling as he takes in the small nod from in front of him.

“Fuck yes, I will put a damn baby in you baby. Oh my- anytime!” he says as he flips you over again, engulfing your lips into a heated kiss. He breaks the kiss and places his head on yours, the smile never leaving his face.

“I wouldn’t want anything less than that.” you say with a small smile.

Y’all this is so sweet cause i just KNOW dabi would want a child sm so that he could make that kid’s life 10x better than his.

Credits to @benkeibear for the MDNI banner 🫶

[randomvarious]

Today's compilation:

Hard Rock Essentials 2000 Hard Rock / Blues-Rock / Arena Rock / Hair Metal / Pop-Metal / Heavy Metal / Adult-Oriented Rock / Progressive Rock / Pop-Rock

God, classic rock really has to be the most over-entitled and over-represented type of music in America, man. I mean, can you think of any other non-contemporary stuff that has a radio station solely dedicated to it in virtually every nook and cranny of this country? It's pretty obvious why it's managed to own so much radio real estate over the years, though—because it's pure catnip for nostalgic white boomers—but if you zoom all the way out and think about all of the music that's come and gone since the 50s, there's really no justifiable reason for this stuff to get so much more airtime than any other type of music from the past. I mean, classic rock is fine for what it is, but it's definitely not leaps and bounds better than everything else.

Take a song like Foreigner's "Hot Blooded," for instance, which is just one of multiple tracks to appear on this triple-disc compilation of so-called Hard Rock Essentials here that happens to deal with the complex subject matter of, *checks notes*, being extremely horny. "Hot Blooded" was a hit in its day, sure, but so were literally tens of thousands of other songs too. And I guess, at the end of the day, I just don't really understand why this song, and so many other ones that are featured on this comp as well, has earned its keep as a fixture of constant classic rock radio rotation. I mean, in the grand scheme of things, is "Hot Blooded" really all that remarkable of a song, so much so, that we need to keep continuously hearing it on our radios year after year? No way!

But, folks, I have to admit that it is actually far too late for me on this front. I am by no means a boomer, but I was, at one point, part of another segment that, like clockwork, fell prey to classic rock radio too: the insufferable tweenage boy subset who grew exasperated with the mindlessness of his own generation's contemporary top 40 fare and decided that "Smoke On the Water" and other songs of its ilk were actually the best shit in the world. Little did we know at the time, and some of us still refuse to see it, that a lot of this shit was actually every bit just as dumb as the stuff that we were trying to so actively avoid. God, how embarrassing.

But I really just cannot help it at this point. As much sense as I've tried to make at the top of this post, I really did have a substantial classic rock phase, and now that shit is just hard-coded into my own DNA. Quiet Riot's "Cum On the Feel the Noize" is not a song that deserves to ever be heard by anyone ever again—it's so fucking bad!—but God damnit, I can't stifle the smile that starts to plant itself on my face whenever that stupid thing comes on. And it's much the same for the vast majority of the other tracks that are on this comp too.

So, while Hard Rock Essentials might be revered as a biblical classic rock sampling for both a certain type of tweenage boy and white boomer alike, for me, personally, it's nothing but security blanket rock. This is music that served me well years ago, and I've clearly outgrown it too, but there are also times when I just love to go back and swaddle myself in it as well 😊. And if I'm with someone who swears by this kinda stuff, I'm obviously gonna fully rock out to it with them too, but then maybe, afterwards, I can make their heads explode with a piece of Philadelphia shoegaze from 1996 that only has 26 YouTube views 🤯.

And I'm not gonna really get too much into it here, but we also really need to have some kind of deep reckoning with this whole propped-up and closed-looped classic rock industry that serves itself with all these nearly identical radio station playlists, cheaply produced TV countdown shows, and countless 'greatest of all time' lists on tons of different websites. I'm not trying to do conspiratorial tin foil hattery, but this whole apparatus really needs to have a stick thrown into its spokes, because it's been dominant as an unchallenged authority on classic rock for far too long. Rather than yet another spin of "Rock You Like a Hurricane," a much more thorough exploration of this vast expanse is indeed possible; I can promise you that.

Highlights:

CD1:

Ted Nugent - "Cat Scratch Fever" Great White - "Once Bitten, Twice Shy" Kansas - "Carry On Wayward Son" Quiet Riot - "Cum On Feel the Noise" Warrant - "Heaven" Judas Priest - "You've Got Another Thing Coming" Loverboy - "Lovin' Every Minute of It" Blue Öyster Cult - "(Don't Fear) The Reaper" Scandal - "The Warrior" Living Colour - "Cult of Personality" Mountain - "Mississippi Queen" Argent - "Hold Your Head Up"

CD2:

Foreigner - "Hot Blooded" Bad Company - "Feel Like Makin' Love" INXS - "Need You Tonight" Damn Yankees - "High Enough" Ratt - "Round and Round" Skid Row - "I Remember You" Black Sabbath - "Heaven and Hell" The Doobie Brothers - "China Grove" White Lion - "Wait" April Wine - "Just Between You and Me" Twisted Sister - "We're Not Gonna Take It"

CD3:

Whitesnake - "Is This Love" Golden Earring - "Radar Love" Joe Walsh - "Rocky Mountain Way" Scorpions - "Rock You Like a Hurricane" The Allman Brothers Band - "Whipping Post" Uriah Heep - "Easy Livin'"

[weirdcat1213]

HERE COMES THE PAIN WOWOWOWOWO

Trimax volume 5 thoughts :D

chap 1:

-RIGHT I HATE THIS CHAPTER CUZ IT MADE ME THINK I SKIPPED A CHAPTER BUT IT WAS A FUCKING FLASHBACK GOD FUCKING DAMN IT

-im...having feelings for sure

-GET ME OUT OF HERE

-im gonna put my head through the wall, i just fucking hate to see him like this

-HE WAS A LITTLE WAITER i hate everything

-PLS HE HAD ANOTHER HOME, PEOPLE LIKED HIMMMMMM

-oh that zoom to the eye is MESSED UP

-and yet...he manages to stand

-wait who ripped zazie's arm im confused

-oh it was that guy...why tho?

-GET THE GUN MERYL GET THE GUNN

chap 2:

-ah...fuck

-oh the vein geesus christ

-bro you had one job lmao

-also i dont think ww was born with any talent to kill or shit like that. i think its juts his determination to protect his home. hes walking the path of light but with blood

-YO WTH WHEN DID I MISS THAT EYE

-DALE MILLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

-YEAH WOLFWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD

chap 3:

-NO NOT THIS CHAPTER NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

-ITS HAPPENINGGGGGGGGGGGG

-Vash from hallowbond is that you?

-oh its because the feathers touched him ooooohhhh.....ok i get it now

-OH THEY ALSO TOUCHED MERYL I FORGOT

-NO SHUT THE FUCK UP ALRIGHT?? SHUT THE FUCK UP KNIVES

-ok i fucking hate everything he is saying right now, like i want to fucking kill him but...........MAN THAT IS SO WELL WRITTEN ITS SCRATCHING MY INSIDES REAL GOOD

-i never thought vash has pride but...i kinda want to think about it now. ik how he is a contradiction in stampede but now i want to think about this

-TAKE HER NAME OUT OF YOUR MOUTH

-oh wow holy shit thats um holy crap

-NAH I DIDNT REMEMBER THE FUCKING CHILDREN WERE IN THAT PANEL NIGHTOW YOU MF

-its...really interesting how nightow made the antagonist watch how the disaster really happened....wow

chap 4:

-*insert villain by teniwoha*

-oh thats interesting meryl is getting small vash memories. is it because of what the other person wants to know from vash? gauntlet wanted to know why vash yeeted july and meryl wanted to know about his past...hmmm

-you mean his bf

-i can see why a wing popping off from the debris would be fucking terrifying but that just looks beautiful im sorry

-damn..betrayal everywhere huh

chap 5:

-this is so tense and complicated well done nightow

-MERYL WITH A STEEL CHAIR GUN

-ok but putting aside how much i love seeing vash go berserk...why did he go berserk, actually? if it was cuz of distress ill take it, im that simple

-then again knives said something about his power erasing everything, maybe thats his power trying to take over but why is his power winning right now, specifically

chap 6:

-bro you cant just make me cry with the title panel thats illegal

-SHES HEREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

-NIGHTOW I WILL FUCKING FIGHT YOU

-also theres something so hauntingly beautiful about making that panel mostly white, like its ignoring the chaos happening like hes blinded by the light

-pls just leave your brother alone....

-so the black space is inside his head yeah?

-and thats why i like this guy so much, he aint afraid of admitting he doesnt know stuff.

-:c

-oh geesus oh wow ok

-GUYS MY WIFE IS HERE EVERYONE BE COOL

-why is she so cool tho, not fair

-"i dont want you to die i want you to suffer"oh cmon now thats just mean

-...............................

-:c

[th3e-m4ng0]

hello!! do you have any tips or advice on knowing when to stop and take a break instead of recklessly pushing forward for perfectionist artists like myself? i always keep pushing it and telling myself "just a little more," but end up biting off waaaaay more than i can chew. i think i might be a little too obsessed with perfecting and refining everything i draw, including sketches and simple doodles, when it's completely okay to just. leave it as it is!! and while it's probably not 100% bad, i don't think it's all that good for me in the long run, either i have such a terrible habit of turning something simple into something more refined. like, i'll have a nice, simple and messy doodle, for example, but then end up obsessively cleaning up the lines aka basically converting a sketch into inks when it should've stopped and stayed a doodle i'm sorry if this ask seems kinda overwhelming, it got somewhat long!! it's just been something that's been on my mind for a while now and i wanted to seek out other people's opinions on it...

oughhhh that's hard, but i get you !!! sometimes i'll be doodling something that popped into my head, then blink, and realize i just rendered the darn thing fghfhfgh

have you tried setting up timers? for like, maybe an hour, or an hour and a half? (or maybe 10 or 15 minutes, that's up to you !!) try finishing a drawing (or doodle) in that time, and leave it as it is when the alarm starts ringing. it'll help with how you manage time and keep the drawing detailed enough (but not Too Detailed) that it looks good enough, because you're not spending time on rendering Everything, but rather focusing on keeping the drawing comprehensible

or perhaps zoom out of the canvas from time to time? that's what i do when i catch myself detailing things, i zoom out until the drawing looks quite small (but not That Small), sit back on my chair and stare at it intensely. can i still see the details? are they That important to the whole piece? most of the time, you won't see them very clearly, and they might even be interfering with the flow of the artwork, and you Don't Want that !! (I know i don't). so if that happens, just stop, and leave the drawing be

sometimes a drawing doesn't have to look perfect to You, it can just look 'Good Enough', because chances are whoever sees it will think it's Perfect and Just Right !! like the cake image, the audience will be like "ohh cake, tasty !!!"

[celestequeenofheartz]

I think many people take Taekos execution as "ok she wanted to burn so instead they hit her with a truck" so jus explaining into more detail but I don't actually have a brain

First thing im clearing up is "she didn't struggle", she did actually struggle, though it's not seen as visibly as much as the other executions she did regardless. In the scene where it zooms up on her face smiling you can see the rope tied around her hands more clearly, theres also the way it was pixelated. It used the Monokuma dragging her thingy-ma-jiggy instead of her walking with Monokuma like Junko.

(This one is mainly a theory) The second/first thing/theory I'm clearing is "She got hit by a truck because she wanted to burn". Which is semi-true I think, but not at the most part. In the third trial, her name is revealed as 'Taeko Yasuhiro'. I'm pretty sure the reason she's so sensitive about it is because she was seen as some average high school gambler (which she clearly isn't i mean omggg she's literally what I thought my wall saw me as). Anyways, her wish was likely to be burned, given her attitude and everything else as, and she literally looked liked a witch in general ngl. So instead of burning like she wanted to, and to make her feel like the Celestia Ludenburg she really is, they hit her with a truck (a firetruck mainly to get her hopes up) which millions and thousands people die from commonly, to remind her that she just is Taeko Yasuhiro and will always be nothing but a commoner. The signs that pop up behind her say "HELP!!HELP!!THERES FIRE!!!HELP!!HELP!!HELP!!HELP!!" which were likely to either mock her, make her see how much she only cared about herself, or that she's just the average scholar people don't care to acknowledge. But in the moment, it was probably her thoughts, in the anime before she got executed two of her sentences were; "I imagine deep down I'm absolutely paralyzed with fear." and "I'm so good at deceiving others that deceiving myself is childs play." so it could show out that she really was frightened.

okok third/second thing. Her surroundings and some random details in her execution, this is sum I'm pretty sure the fandom takes most as granted. The castle behind her is the European castle she dreamed to be in, another reminder that she didn't, and never will, get her dream. The bunny on top of the set is a detail in her beta design, which was her holding the rabbit and on her head instead of white ribbons, they were red. Anyways, onto the name of the execution and why her fake accent was french. The one she wanted to be reincarnated as was Marie Antoinette, who once was the queen of France. Once she was found guilty of treason back in 1793, she was led her to execution of the guillotine. She was described as a 'bold, social butterfly who loved gambling" which is quite similar to Celeste. She lived in the Palace of Versailles as the Queen, which gave Celestes execution name 'The Burning Of The Versailles Witch'. And Marie's house at once was 'Habsburg-Lorraine' which kinda reminded me of Celestes false name for some reason

anyways so uhm, her whole execution is just a load of despair which was actually really sad sense you could also see the despair and fear and her eyes. and she wouldn't have gotten her dream even if she did win her trial bc the world was post apocalyptic 😢. . . . . . . (a lot of this has already been figured out so some of it may seem 'copyrighted' of some sort, I do apologize for that. I'm also not a weeb nor a gambler 😡 and refuse to go that deep into knowledge of her, I do however know there is a few anime references towards her 😋 you may see this change ever so often because my pea brain can just take in so much when it comes to characters oh so stunning)

[heeheesang]

xoxo cupid crush

ep. 11

made up?

"hey, are you attending our performance later..?" juyeon asked as he came up to me beside my locker with changmin.

"i have to suppprt right? i wouldn't miss it for the world... how's class?" i asked as i accompanied them to their dance lesson.

it's been almost a month or so since i've left dance class and i've never been more focused in my studies. it's been lonely without sunwoo, i admit i kinda miss him, but it just makes me so annoyed whenever i see him.

"class is nothing without my co-chairman. promise you're coming later on?" changmin said, pouting and holding my hands. i nodded and smiled at the way his dimples showed, "of course, changmin. i promise."

"how's things between you and the sun?" juyeon asked as they both started practicing for their dance.

"i've never talked to since since that day, i just can't bare to see him. even in classes."

"he talks about you, you know? he cried to me, talking about how he misses you and how he shouldn't have done this and done that." juyeon agreed to whatever changmin had said.

"doesn't look like it in class! he's having a fun time talking to yubin everytime and distracting the whole class."

"jealous?" yubin suddenly came out of nowhere and we all rolled our eyes, just when i thoight i escaped her.

"why would i be? just know that if you break sunwoo's heart or anything, you're dead meat. i may not be talking to him but if i see him crying, i'm coming after you." i threatened her.

"i'll see you guys tonight, all the best for your performance ju, min." i bid my goodbyes before heading back home to rest and change.

i put on my headphones and played my favourite song, putting it on the loudest volume and scrolling through instagram while waiting for the traffic light to turn green. a post of sunwoo and yubin popped up... wow they're really close...

once the green light flashed from the reflection of my phone, i crossed the street but was pulled back onto the side walk by someone and a car zoomed past me. i took my headphones off, getting ready to thank the person.

"be more careful next time..." his voice rang in my ears before i could even turn around.

i was going to walk off when he pulled me back again, "yeongji... can we please talk..?"

"i'm sorry do i know you? if i don't, then there's nothing to talk about."

"yeongji, c'mon.."

"i have to go."

with that, i ran off home with tears brimming at my eyes. why did i say that? i didn't mean to say that... was that too mean? i mean, he should've seen it coming right..? once i got hoem, i started changing immediately.

i was wearing a vintage white dress given to me by my grandmother and a black shoulder bag. we all met outside the school gates and walked to the auditorium together, getting a few drinks and getting a table.

"yeongji..?! haerim..?! yujin..?! oh my god! you look so good!" juyeon and changmin complimented and we got shy, "thank you~ you both look great as well. where's sunny?"

"i'm here!! you look so good yeongji!! juyeon, help us take a picture!" sunny pulled me off my chair and posed with us as we took the picture. i was going to go back to my seat when i felt something cold with my back.

"oh gosh! i'm so sorry~ i must've tripped~"

oh my fucking god.

"oh my— fucking god. you did not."

"i said sorry~" yubin smirked and fist bumped her little minions.

"you little motherfucker, i'll show you what's sorry!" i was about to punch her but almost everyone was looking at us so i held it back. plus, i was wearing a dress and she wasn't.

"what? can't throw a punch? how about another?" she took her friend's cup and dunked it on my head, the liquid was rather thick. it was fucking syrup.

"oh? you gonna cry? what about this?!" she took out a bleach bottle and was going to throw it at me when someone held her back.

"yubin!" sunwoo yelled in her ear and the girls ran to my sides immediately upon hearing sunwoo's scream.

"sunwoo... i... i can explain!"

"there's nothing to fucking explain. i thought you changed. you said you would stop messing around with my friends and i after you got that dance spot."

"she threw water at me!"

"you fucking bitch... you're not even wet!" haerim was going to rip her hair off but yujin and i held her back, we all know how feral haerim can go after taking those taekwando lessons...

"apologise to yeongji."

"no, what the fuck?? she deserves it! you should be with me! not some slut like her!"

"what the fuck, did you call me?" i asked, grabbing a cup full of peach tea from the side and pouring it over her head, "a fucking slut..? you say?"

"you bitch." she threw a punch and sunwoo pulled her back by her hair.

"i didn't even fucking care about you, i thought you really changed. now fuck off my friends and i before i rip your wig off."

the crowd gasped, a wig?! she quickly ran off with her minions and sunwoo went towards me, i took a step back. he quickly grabbed my chin and gently pushed my head to turn and looked at the bruise from the punch, "c'mon, i'll help you."

i was holding on to yujin and haerim but they pretended i wasn't holding them and let my hand go, letting sunwoo have more advantage. but when i didn't move from a spot for quite some time, he picked me off my feet and carried me bridal style to the first aid room.

"ouch.." i winced when he pressed a cold pack onto the bruise.

"i'm sorry, yeongji..."

i kept quiet.

"she made me... 'kick' you off the team and we had a deal. if she got the spot, she would leave us alone but clearly... she didn't. i really missed talking to you, i missed hugging you, gossiping with you, studying with you, and even sitting next to you in classes." he said as he checked my arm for any other bruise.

"i know." i said, wincing when he accidentally pressed too hard.

"changmin and juyeon told me, you cried about me." he cursed under his breath and let out a small laugh before agreeing.

"let's make a deal. no more making new suspicious friends and let's stay together. like we always did," sunwoo said and i agreed, we sat down for an hour talking about whatever and he waited for me outside the ladies room to clean off my hair. he even gave me his jacket to cover the back stain of my dress.

"i missed you so much."

"me too."

ep. 10 | ep. 12

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[edgygayguy]

Ok since you're apparently tall asf (and consider me envious I WISH I could reach my highest kitchen cabinets without a stepping stool) how tall is the ideal trump card? Is 7ft enough height difference or does the werewolf need to be on stilts? 🤣

Also while I'm here, got any favorite HCs for Hans and Pip you'd want to share?

Thank you for the ask!

No need for the envy, I may be able to reach far but scoliosis, chronic backpain and shoulder bones that pop as loud as a faraway gunshot is the price I pay xD

7ft is definitely enough, but 7.22ft (pardon my European ass using Google to convert this 😭) would be like, perfection. I'm a smol bean in the body of a enlarged Fran Lebowitz, I want a giant fucking boyfriend that will have to look down at me when talking. With time I've accepted it will never happen, but still werewolf boyfriends are usually tall af and Hans is no exception, always can dream right?

As for Hans and Pip headcannons, I don't have many and the ones I do have aren't very interesting 😭

Hans is very theatrical, as we know, and I always imagined him not really knowing anything about commanding, fighting, and military stuff in general past firing his guns (and kicking huge explosives without them detonating ig). So if Hans and Pip ended up in a fight Hans would just run around doing backflips and shit while Pip would try to yell at him what to do so he doesn't get hurt. I think it would be great in an AU where he joins the wild geese a bit before the events of Hellsing. I Imagine Hans just rushing head first into a fight, having something blow up in his face and Pip going through all stages of grief before he sees that Hans just turned into mist before the explosion. This one is pretty subversive because you'd imagine Hans being the more serious Captain and Pip being not that good at it (tbf idk what he wanted to accomplish by waisting all ammo and explosive they had when the Hellsing mansion was stormed, my dude if you know the vampires are hiding behind hills just stop spamming till they're out smh)

Not really a headcannon but the fact that they both have the status of captain - cute af, great dynamic, maybe if you disregard the previous point they fight who's the better one.

This headcannon is something that kinda goes for every supernatural Hellsing OC I ever made and Anderson. If both Captains were at the Hellsing manor and Alucard was being a "vampiric asshole" Hans would just decapitate him as some fucked up version of "shut up and go away >: (". Idk why I just find it so fucking funny.

Hans and Pip swap uniforms often. Not much of an explanation for this one, just think it would be cute as hell.

Idk why I feel like Hans would be very shy when he's with Pip around other people, at least for some time he would be the stoic cinder block merging with the background like he is in the anime, but after a bit he would soften up. No smiles in public untill the first month, it's not his fault that he's no whore 😔

Pip is obviously the more social one, so whenever they go anywhere he does all the talking, but doesn't pretend that Hans is just not there, he's just more like "yeah that's me and my mute boyfriend" but he'd definitely jokingly tease him with shit like "c'mon at least smile" or "What? You don't even know sing language now? Mal, mal mal..."

Pip is a rainbow pride flag kinda guy and Hans is a mlm pride flag kinda guy (if you know you know)

"Loup garou" is Pip's pet name for Hans, I swear it's cute but even though I've been learning french for two years I can't provide any examples 😭😭😭

This one is stupid and silly as fuck but, at least to me, the wolf-wolf form, ya know, the giant fucking dog form of Hans from the begging of his fight with Seras? Yeah that one. It's impossible that in it he isn't similar size to Baskerville. I imagine Pip riding him in that form like a horse. Just zooming. Like Alice and Bayard in the live action movie.

If you put Pip and Hans in the same room as Integra and Seras and hit record you would get the best "mlm and wlw roast each other" quotes (who am I kidding, only wlw roasting mlm)

Hans likes to turn into mist to sneak up on Pip, no matter how much and how often this happens he just thinks it's smoke from his cigarette

I can't think of anything else of value rn so this is all I got for now 😭. The next part is nsfw, so heads up.

Because Hans is a werewolf this is kinda inevitable, but in my mind Pip doesn't like the idea of sleeping with Hans in his werewolf form at all. Maybe he warms up to it later tho.

To compensate for that the most Pip does for him is pup play

They're both switches

And best for last

Pip will sometimes just leg cling to Hans like a sloth and that is it. He probably did it as a joke once and now made it a habit for some reason. I know it's not nsfw but this one is so random and idiotic I think it's best to hide it at the bottom KWKWKSSKWK

Now that that's over, thank you for the ask @nuclearforest, you're a treasure and a gift to this fandom

[josephthesnailshow]

Prototype Fredbear’s Ask series: NUMBER 0

during my journey on the FNaF amino. I started this little series called “Prototype Fredbear’s Ask series” it’s just a simple concept where people can ask the characters to do random stuff, mainly people make shadow fredbear beat himself up or something like that. Since you know. Shadow fredbear gets harassed and picked on constantly. I’m fine with it and it doesn’t bother me at all. I’m mainly obsessed with the concept of horror content so I mainly put horror elements in the dares. But I always try to make sure it’s not too disturbing and violent. There’s a little bit of blood included and sometimes I go a little overboard with it. However, after my experience with the amino. Someone who was a fan of my ask series sent me a link to some amino that I had never seen before. The amino looked very shady and it looked a little like the FNaF amino. I checked out the amino and things were kinda off about it. There were barely any posts, except a few of them. There were surprisingly a lot of members in the amino I talked to a few of them, most of them were depressed, two of them were friendly, and one of them was not active. one of them warned me to leave the amino and I told them that I was just investigating the amino.

They allowed me to investigate and after searching. I found an episode of my ask series. It was called “Prototype Fredbear’s Ask series #0” I don’t remember making a #0 episode the only episode I made of the series was #1 and that was made with my older art style. This one however contained my current art style but it was badly edited and this time, It was a video. I was shocked since I don’t remember making a video for the series since it’s just a picture in the real series. I watched the video and it started with a picture of Prototype Fredbear & Shadow Fredbear’s heads on a toned-down version of the outside background as seen in the actual series. it was a little eerie. Just their heads badly edited on an empty background. No trees, no shading, just grass, and the blue sky. As you know, I always included a normal background for every dare episode. The older episodes don’t count. The characters were in a sharp state. Looked pretty low quality and badly edited.

The episode begins with Prototype Fredbear. However, he looked very real looking and it looked like a cosplay. There was a real guy inside of prototype fredbear and it was obvious that it was a suit.

A dare comment pops up and an unknown person asks shadow fredbear to grab a screwdriver and ram it into Prototype Fredbear’s eye, and his genitals. Shadow Fredbear does that and then Prototype Fredbear covers his eye in pain and he curls up on the ground and after seeing that, a deep chill was sent down my spine.

The next dare was shown and there was lolbit. A dare popped up and she was told to break shadow fredbear’s spine. Shadow fredbear sees lolbit and lolbit tackles him then breaks his spine in half. Shadow fredbear started to cry and he crawls away in pain.

The next part shows an unknown person drawing a prototype fredbear murdering lolbit picture and it started getting animated. It never even ended and it was like a loop, however, lolbit isn’t seen at all. It was correctly accurate to my art style as well. The outside background was also accurate to the original but it was zoomed in. Prototype fredbear had a knife in his hand and he was forlorn, the worst part is that you can see a gun behind him which looked like he was being forced to do it. It pans away from the horrific sight of prototype fredbear murdering lolbit and after seeing that I was asking myself about how out of character of him to be doing to his girlfriend. Since he’s shown in every drawing to like lolbit. The sick people behind this episode probably didn’t know Prototype Fredbear’s character or something. and once again, Prototype Fredbear was very badly edited. His pose was taken from a different episode and it was very obvious. The disturbing scene of prototype fredbear stabbing lolbit on a loop finally ended after a few minutes.

The next scene of the video was even worst than the previous one, it was a picture again. The next picture showed Prototype Fredbear & Shadow Fredbear standing in a room with the normal regular background. However, the background was darker and it showed the night sky outside. There was still a little bit of blue in the image but it’s very hard to make out. They were smiling at the camera with rotting-looking teeth and their eyes were black voids with a little white light seen. The quality of the image had a sharp effect again. I realized that this PFAS episode had 3 characters only and it was getting more disturbing than usual. At this point, I started to wonder why this managed to get accepted by the leaders/curators but I carried on watching the video.

After waiting for a little while, screams would be heard in the background, and the screen slowly turned gray. and then the screen pans away from the disturbing Prototype Fredbear & Shadow Fredbear picture.

It was back to the dares. Prototype Fredbear was cleaned up and then he runs up to shadow fredbear after that he clawed him in the face possibly for revenge for hurting him. A new character was shown and it was springbonnie. Prototype Fredbear told springbonnie to deal with him, and then he trips on something. He sticks his sharp fingernail into his chest on accident. Springbonnie falls to the ground and that caused a metal object to fall on his chest. Springbonnie was killed by the metal object with blood oozing out of every opening in his body. I started to feel very bad for what was happening to the characters once again there was a new character.

the character was bonnet. I know bonnet wouldn’t hurt anyone just like everyone in this disturbing video. Nobody was wearing bonnet and she was being held on a string. Prototype Fredbear goes to bonnet getting ready to talk to her, but when prototype fredbear bends over he had tools on his back, and the tools slide off his back and fall on bonnet. killing and crushing her in the process. A tool falls onto prototype fredbear’s neck decapitating him and Prototype fredbear was killed by the tool cutting his head off. I begin to realize that nobody was asking any dares during this incredibly disturbing and graphic scene.

I knew there was something off about this episode after seeing more of this.

Lolbit grabbed shadow fredbear’s screwdriver and a screw. She puts it in his head. screws it then Blood oozes out of his head and shadow fredbear dies after that. Lolbit was the only one remaining and she got shot by an unseen person. It was possibly the cameraman. The episode ended and then after watching that. I tried linking the post to the leaders/curators, but they didn’t respond. I tried contacting the guy who posted the video. They were very nice even though I was very skeptical about their personality due to the video I just watched. They told me they weren’t the ones that made this and it was a video taken from the people on the dark web who managed to know what my art was. They managed to get the video before it got deleted after the consequences. They were expecting me to see it and say my thoughts about it. However, they knew who the people were and what happened to them.

the actor for Prototype Fredbear was a guy that looked like me who was kidnapped while walking home from a party.

the actor for lolbit was a girl who was obsessed with a sun and moon character she was kidnapped while leaving her home.

The actor for springbonnie was a guy who liked the SCP Foundation he was kidnapped while texting while walking outside.

And the actor for shadow fredbear was unknown and he got knocked out and then got kidnapped.

Lolbit & springbonnie’s actors looked like 2 of my friends but luckily it wasn’t them. They were just a coincidence but the 4 actors were killed off one by one. Not a single actor was alive. The guy who filmed the whole thing is still out there somewhere and nobody knows who or where he is.

The day after that an investigation started in the forest. There wasn’t a lot there. There were corpses found inside the rotting cosplay suits and a little bit of dried-up blood was found. There was a notepad and a broken phone on the ground next to the corpses. There was a camera in front of the whole thing, but it was broken as well. After the guy got done telling me about what happened. The leader finally responded and the leader was very sorry for what I went through. They went over to the post and they finally watched it. They were shocked about what they saw and the guy who made the post was told and begged to take action on the post and deleted it afterward.

After leaving the amino I moved on from it, I’m still focusing on the things I’m doing today, just like working on the series. However, just focusing on this disturbing moment again messes with my head. But I’m finally done with venting about this godforsaken moment. Well, I would love to tell you more but I need to end this here.