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mono-moonchilds · 1 year

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What if hobi was your professor who wants to sleep with ya?

⤑ series: what if...??

⤑ pairing: professor!hoseok x fem!reader

⤑ genre: smut!!

⤑ rating: explicit (18+)

⤑ word count: 1.9k i got carried away

⤑ warnings: oral sex fem receiving, dry humping, touching, he keeps touching her thigh, idk how to word it but he's in a position of power, big!dick hoseok of course, facial, cum eating, a lil overstimulation, he calls her slut like once, I'm not sure whether or not to tag this dub!con, he is her professor / in a position of power so it blurs the lines but also they are both attracted to one another, in the spirit of not potentially leaving out a tag that could be relevant ill also just tag it dubcon

⤑ A/N: my first request in a long time 😅 I hope you like it. this has not been proof read fr. excuse any mistakes

⤑ summary: what if... your professor wanted to sleep with you

a soft sigh fell from your lips as professor jung slid the paper over to you. “still not getting it, huh?” he questioned. shaking your head, you grabbed the sheet stuffing it back into your binder. it was 4:15 and you’d already wasted so much of his time.

“no, but I’ll just work on it some more once I get back to my dorm.” you said pushing on a smile. “thank you so much for your time, professor jung.”

“y/n,” he reached out stopping you in your tracks. “how are you gonna work on something you don't even understand yet?” your eyes fell back onto the glossy wooden desk as you shrugged. “exactly. so what’s the rush?”

you attempted to shrug again but professor jung stopped you with a low tsk. “words. use your words.” the older man softly demanded.

“I don’t wanna waste your time. It’s already been an hour. I’d hate to take up more.”

“you're such a sweet girl,” professor jung cooed a pretty smile filling his face as he looked at you. “you could never waste my time. you’re one of my favorite students.”

“oh..uhm,” proper words eluded you. your face feeling hot as you took in both of the sudden compliments. you were one of his favorites? until today you had never even said two words except for the occasional good afternoon when you got to class. “really? didn’t think you ever noticed me. I hardly ever talk.”

“you don’t need words to stand out. trust me.”

it was embarrassing how big the smile was that’d formed on your face. letting out a low chuckle, professor jung motioned you over. “come over to the whiteboard with me.” getting up from your seat you followed him. as he reached over handing you a marker you got another waft of his signature cologne. the girls always talked about it. how good he smelled. how well he dressed. They were right. Of course, you’d noticed before but right now you couldn’t help but really notice.

“y/n,”

“huh?” Your eyes quickly flickered back up.

a hint of a smirk covered his face. “I said write the equation out for me.”

“of course, sir. I’m sorry.”

“such a polite girl too. It’s almost like your perfect.” laughing at your obviously flustered face, professor jung easily moved on and began to read the problem out for you. “so what’s the first step?” he asked once you were finished.

you stared at the board in complete silence. it was just one problem, a problem he’d worked out three different times since you came to his office but you were still so lost. “you’re problem is you thinking too hard about it.” walking up behind you professor jung walked up behind you guiding your hand to the board. his body so close you barely wanted to breathe. “It’s simple,” his warm breath fanned across your neck. “tell me what you instinctively think to do when you first see this.”

“bring this down,” you pointed with your other hand.

“exactly. now what?”

pulling your bottom lip between your teeth you thought long and hard. hesitantly you pointed to the middle of the equation. “I think we can start solving for this.” much to your surprise professor jung hummed in agreement.

“I told you it was simple. you just gotta take these things slowly.” Much to your dismay professor jung stepped back taking the warmth of his body with him. you wanted to whine but of course, you didn’t. “now finish the rest of it for me.”

it took you far more time than it’d taken him. when you looked back at the clock thirty minutes had passed. “I’m done,” You squeaked nervously.

professor jung was quiet at first. his hawk-like eyes studying the board carefully as he went back through each in every step in his head. when he finally looked back over to you his face was blank at first. with a huff, your shoulders fell in disappointment.

“good job.”

what?

“I got it right?” your head popped up in surprise.

he nodded. “like I told you. you just gotta take your time. It may seem intimidating but you gotta go slow.” lifting his hand professor jung gave you a high five. “I think you're going to ace this next test y/n.”

you shook your head with a laugh. “it was only one question.”

“one question that somebody else is still probably struggling with. be proud of yourself.”

you were. honestly. professor jung was right even though it was only one problem it was still something.

“do you want to continue working on the rest of them?”

“oh—no. you don’t have to. if I get stuck I’ll just rewatch the lecture videos. I would hate to take up more of your time.”

“y/n,” professor jung stopped you once again, his fingers lingering on your skin. “I already told you it’s no bother. I want you to do well.”

his voice was like a trap immediately drawing you in so within seconds you were nodding. “words.” He reminded.

“okay—I mean yes. thank you so much, professor jung.”

“hoseok,”

“what?”

“my name. my name is hoseok.”

hoseok. you liked it. It was pretty just like him.

“move your seat over here.” professor jung, no—hoseok directed. “so it’s easier for me to help you.”

you didn’t need to be told twice.

grabbing your chair you pulled it over to hoseok’s desk before settling back down carefully into the seat making sure your skirt was still neat. “so do you know where you want to start? what problems do you find the most trouble with?”

looking at the paper the answer was easy. all of them. ever since the class had moved on to this unit you’d been lost.

“uhh–” You stalled making hoseok raise his eyebrow in anticipation. it was embarrassing to say out loud. math had never been your strong suit in general and now statistics was slowly but surely whooping your ass. the only reason you’d been able to keep the high C you had currently was because of all of the extra credit opportunities he constantly gave out.

“there's no shame in not understanding something,”

“all of it. I’ve kind of been struggling since we moved onto this unit.”

lifitng your chin up hoseok gave you a comforting smile. “and that's completely okay.” your heart fluttered. letting his hand fall down to your leg, hoseok gave your bare thigh a gentle squeeze. “lets get started, okay?”

even though you nodded you were far from paying attention. you couldn’t. not with how close hoseok was and how when he talked his fingers softly caressed your skin. he made your head spin. in a good way, in a perfect way. you never wanted today to end.

“how about you try this one y/n?”

fuck.

“were you paying attention?”

“I’m sorry.” you quickly apologized.

“what's got you so distracted?” instead of saying anything you just looked down. preparing to move his hand Hoseok apologized but you stopped him keeping it right there.

“It’s okay. I–I liked it.”

“really ?” hoseok lifted a brow.

you began to nod but quickly corrected yourself. “yes.” You vocalized.

a pleased grin filled Hoseok’s face. “how about we try something different, hmm?”

“okay.”

interlocking your fingers hoseok got up guiding you over to the couch that was pushed against a near wall. siting down on the leather he pulled you onto his lap, spreading both of your thighs on each side of his body. “you still okay?”

“yes,” You were more than okay.

running his hands up your thighs all the way up to your ass, hoseok squeezed pulling you down deeper into him. “shit–” he groaned. “you're so fucking wet. I can feel you leaking through my pants. why didn’t you say something baby?”

“I’m sorry, Sir.” you moaned out. his hard-on was pressing right into your clit. hoseok was huge. you didn’t even have to see it to know.

reaching down hoseok pushed your panties to the side so that now your clit was in bare contact with the roughness of his slacks. It felt so good. new sensations rushing your body as you swiveled your hips back and forth.

lifitng your sweater and bra up hoseok let your breasts fall free. wasting no time he leaned forward latching onto the hardening pebble. alternating between licking and suckling on one breast hoseok twisted and pulled at the other one.

“oh–oh my..” a whine escaped you as your head lulled to the side. you wanted more–needed more. “muh-more..” you breathed out.

letting go of your nipple with a low pop hoseok stared up at you. “you ever had sex before?”

you nodded. something of a disappointed look flashed across his face. “on–only once though.” you quickly added.

settling you on the cushion next to him, hoseok slid to his knees spreading your thighs back open. you were so exposed, the cool air of the room hitting your cunt as he stared looking as if he’d just won a million-dollar prize. as if it was even possible your face felt hotter.

“don't be embarrassed,” hoseok tsked. “you have such a pretty pussy.”

gripping the globes of your ass hoseok pulled you closer to the edge of the couch. swiping his tongue across your clit, a deep chuckle left his mouth as he pulled away. “so fucking reactive,” he whispered.

leaning back forward he latched himself to your sensitive button. flicking his tongue back and forth, hoseok toys with it pulling low moans from you. you’d never had anyone do this before. “feels so guh-good, professor jung.”

gripping his hair you pulled him closer. his eyes fluttering closed as his tongue dipped into your whole fucking it in and out. sliding one hand up hoseok's fingers found its way back to your nipple. his eyes were closed–his eyebrows furrowed in deep concentration as deep groans escaped as if he was being pleasured himself.

pulling his hair tighter your back arches in pleasure. “professor—hoseok!” you cry out squeezing your eyes shut. “oh..oh,” you gasp, feeling the pressure rising in your stomach.

as your mouth falls open you pray everyone else that worked in the hall was gone. loud moans fill the room as you cum hard on his tongue. hosoek doesn’t stop. his tongue flicked faster as he suckles harder on your clit, milking you for all you had.

“professor jung,” you mewl begging for him to give you a minute. of course, he doesn't though. hejust continues greedily suckling making your eyes roll back. when he finally does pull away you let out a moan of relief, your body beginning to fall to the side before hoseok stops you with a firm grip on your hair.

unbuttoning his slacks, hoseok shoves down his pants letting his cock spring free. just like you’d thought it was huge. at least seven inches with a pretty brown tip. telling you to hold out your tongue Hoseok tapped his head on it. his hand massaged the rest of the length as he swiped it along your pink muscle.

“such a good fucking girl,” he grunted moving his hand faster. “next time I’m going to fuck that little pussy. you’d like the, wouldn’t you? fucking slut.” With a deep groan, hoseok nutted all over your face. his hips stuttering as a never-ending flow of cum spurts out.

letting go of the iron-clad grip he had on your hair hoseok falls back onto the couch. wiping away the cum that was on your eyelids, hoseok pushed his fingers into your mouth to which you happily obliged.

a pleased smirk filled his face. “I’m gonna have so much fun with you.”

#bts smut #bts fic #hoseok smut #bts fanfic #hoseok x reader #hoseok fanfic #jhope smut

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joshusten · 1 year

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love me in spite (guy/honey, redacted audios)

Guy and Honey get into an argument early into their relationship.

(angst, hurt/comfort, arguments, fluff)

3k+ words [ao3 link here!] [masterlist]

[CW and notes: swearing, arguing, insecurities, overthinking, breakdowns, descriptive?? crying?? I think??, idk they’re both having a bad time. probably a lot of grammatical errors lmao. also honey is implied to be empowered!!]

Honey doesn't remember the last time they felt like this, but they’ve always known their personality would bite them in the ass someday.

“Aww, is my beloved mad again? Oh, pray tell, which heinous crime did I commit this time, officer? Robbery? Public indecency?” Guy stroked his chin, pretending to rack up his mind on any possible offense he could have made. “Hm…jaywalking?"

“Guy.”

“Oh! Or maybe—just maybe—it was wanting my ever-so-affectionate lover to stop their pretty head from fussing over me?”

"Guy, can’t you take this seriously for once?”

“But I am! It’s just not that big of a deal, baby! Look, a manuscript can’t just write itself, y’know? Especially one with a little flair from yours truly!”

“You haven’t slept properly for days now, you work overnight most of the time, and on your days off you pull all-nighters writing!”

“Oh, you’re one to talk!”

“Well, this one’s more serious! I haven’t even seen you eat a proper meal and anything I offer you gets left out cold!”

They continued to have a back-and-forth confrontation, voices raising and words getting crueler as time goes on, with both parties not intending to back down anytime soon. Honey thought it was the first time they ever heard Guy let out an actual annoyed scoff and they noticed the slightest change in his demeanor.

“Jesus, Honey. Of all the times you can finally act like you care for me, why now? Hm?” There was a playful smile on his face. It almost made them believe he was still joking around but his words were laced with an unmistakable annoyance.

But something inside Honey snapped. Their chest tightened at the thought of their partner thinking they didn’t care. They felt themselves flinch from the comment and Guy seemed to notice that too as his smile drops. “Shit. Honey, I didn’t–”

“I’m–,” They scrambled to get their bag, keys, wallet, anything they would need because they just want to be anywhere but here.“I’m going out. Let’s finish this later. I-I just can’t fucking do this right now.”

They didn’t mean that. Didn’t mean for it to sound so harsh. Then again, they don’t mean to sound so harsh most of the time but end up doing so either way. Grumpy. Mean. Intimidating. A common descriptor from most people. But Guy wasn’t like most people. ‘Unless,’ they think, ‘That was just a lie you told yourself to believe in.’

Honey shuts the door behind them, leaving the building and the warmth of their partner.

The pain in their chest almost distracts them from the exhaustion currently catching up to their body after a long day. They can feel the telltale signs of a migraine coming as they rub their temples gingerly with one hand, the other guiding the steering wheel. ‘Damn, it started to rain too. What a great way to lighten the mood,’ they think bitterly. Their mind eventually goes back to the fight earlier.

“Of all the times you finally can act like you care for me, why now? Hm?”

They do care. They care for him so much it scares them . He knows that, right? Even if they groan at his flirtatious quips and innuendos or if they grumble at his (very creative) attempts to give them as many hugs and kisses as they would allow, he knows that that’s just how they are, right?

Maybe that wasn’t enough anymore. Maybe that never was enough to begin with. Maybe Guy finally realized he deserves better than an ill-tempered partner who doesn’t even know how to properly show any affection to their own fucking boyfriend.

A sharp car horn snaps them out of their thoughts. Shit, it’s a green light. They continue to drive until they see the familiar soft glow of a nearby 7-Eleven sign despite the persistent rain.

Honey's entrance was signaled with the chime of the bell above the glass door. It’s relatively empty save for what they recognize to be a few D.A.M.N. students buying some late-night study snacks. Walking through the aisles while the pop song they heard their partner hum before softly plays in the background, slowly but surely calming them down. Muscle memory makes Honey reach for Guy’s favorite snack and they wonder how he’s doing.

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Guy doesn't remember the last time he felt like this, but he’s always known his personality would bite him in the ass someday.

Sure, he and Honey had their disagreements, but they were all accompanied by playful slaps and teasing laughter. Never had it gotten to the point of an actual argument that caused them to spit such venom toward each other like the one they just had.

“I’m going out. I-I just can’t fucking do this right now.”

The door closes and Honey leaves, bringing the warmth of their shared apartment with them. Guy lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and starts to get to work. He wordlessly distracts himself by cleaning the living room—picking up stray plastic chip bags, vacuuming crumbs that settled on the cheap shag carpet, and fixing up the pillows on the couch that he’s been nesting on for the past few days while he works on the final draft of the project he was writing.

Piles of paper littered their second-hand coffee table. Every inch is covered in Post-it notes and wrinkled pieces of paper filled with ideas that he had haphazardly scribbled in an attempt to record them before it leaves his mind. Most of them, he recalls, are just random doodles of spirals and honeybees that he absentmindedly drew as he was typing away on his laptop. The spaces left exposed on the table were adorned with faded mug rings on the old dark oak wood.

He tries to compile them into a neater collection, pausing as he notices a doodle he made of his Honey. It was far from a masterpiece, but the cute cartoony style paired with heavily exaggerated furrowed brows in order to replicate their partner’s usual expression pulls a smile from his lips. There was even a jumbled-up line inside a small text bubble next to it to symbolize the adorable grumbles they always make.

Fuck, he misses them so fucking much.

A sudden wave of exhaustion almost makes him drop the stack of papers he’s holding and it dawns on him how much he really has been neglecting his own health for this project. The stress of trying to find a job where he can utilize his degree and finally get out of that godforsaken pizza place has been taking a toll on him. All Honey was trying to do was for him to take a break that he so desperately ( and, he embarrassingly admits, unknowingly ) needed. And he just treated it like some silly joke. Granted, it really was because he wasn’t used to being coddled after, but, it definitely wasn’t an excuse to dismiss their worries like that.

The guilt builds up in Guy’s throat like bile. He feels worse now, especially considering how much they struggle with expressing themselves like that to him in general, even if they don’t say it aloud.

He finishes cleaning up but the restlessness doesn’t leave him as time passes by with no word from his partner. Maybe this is it? Maybe he fucked it all up like always? Maybe they finally came to their senses and got fed up with him. It wasn’t uncommon for people to think he was a bit too much. Too chaotic, too irritating, too overwhelming. He ever minded those comments in the first place, but the thought of Honey possibly thinking like that too makes him sick.

It’s getting late and he can hear the rain outside get louder. The anxiety that has been settling in their stomach flares up. He reaches for his phone to message them before concluding they might not want to be bothered right now. Shit, he’s feeling a little sluggish.

Guy begrudgingly trudges to the wardrobe of their shared bedroom to get a change of clothes. He glances over as he pulls a familiar-looking hoodie from the hanger. Their double bed, adorned with a pizza plushie that Honey had given to him as a joke gift, was more inviting than usual. Maybe he should just take a rest and go to sleep.

No, no, no, they might want some space from that too. Guy wants to talk this out with them instead of sleeping it out. If this persists, he isn't sure how his poor heart could take it. He ultimately decides to go back to the couch, stay up, and (at the very least) greet them when they come back.

If they come back. God, please come back.

What if they don’t?

The thought felt like a mere whisper in his head but it left him numb. Guy's aware of his tendency to overthink but before he knew it, he was lying down on his side, hand clamped to his mouth as he forced his eyes shut. He lets out a quiet sniff. His breath hitches. Then he hears himself choke out a small sob.

Then another.

And another.

The dam breaks, his eyes water and he heaves as much air as he can into his lungs. It suddenly became a struggle to breathe and it definitely became a struggle to calm the ugly thoughts that plague his mind. Shaky, broken sobs fill the room, he cringes at how pathetic it sounds. He hates this. He hates this feeling. Just come back, I’m sorry.

After what felt like hours, his sniffles slowly died down. With heavy eyes and a heavier heart, he finds himself drowsy from all the crying. The hot tears streaming down his face had begun to dry, but, the warmth on his cheeks reminds him of his Honey and the thought of them finally lulls him to sleep.

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Honey returns, a little haggard but with a calmer mind. The drive around Dahlia and their quick run to the local convenience store definitely helped lighten their mood but the guilt still followed them around like a shadow. Shaky hands find their way to the lock of their shared apartment and Honey opens to a dim living room, with the forgotten hanging bulbs from the kitchen barely providing a sense of light. They noticed the place was tidier than they remembered.

It was eerily quiet, as well. The wrinkling sound of the paper bag that they were holding filled the room.

"Guy?" Fuck, they can hear their voice getting wobbly.

"I'm home. You there?" A shift from the room was all they heard accompanied by a sniffle. Honey suddenly becomes hyper-aware of the soft snores matching the rise and fall of a figure on the couch.

They couldn't really explain why their heart started to pound with their pulsating headache. Why they made a beeline inside their apartment. Why they started to get down on their knees in the living room despite the protests of their tired body. Why their chest sank deeper as they saw their partner all bundled up on their battered couch.

They don't miss the frown on his face and his tear-stained cheeks.

Fuck. Tears? Guy was crying?

Honey quietly (urgently) sets down the paper bag from their grasp and slowly places a hand on his shoulder, patting it ever so gently.

"H-hey? Guy, what are you doing over here?" They noticed how cold they felt to the touch and remembered their thermostat wasn't working that well. "It's freezing. You're freezing. "

After a few gentle pats and caresses (and reminders of how it's cold here, the bed is warm. Take it, please. ) Guy manages to blearily open his eyes, rubbing away the sleepiness and the few tears that managed to slip.

Cute. His eyes are so cute. Honey would have thought if their mind wasn't filled with thoughts and questions. Why was he sleeping on the couch? Was he waiting for me? He didn't need to do that. Why was he crying? Did he cry himself to sleep? Was it because of me?

Did I do this?

"Honey?" Guy's voice croaked and Honey's heart aches after hearing how hoarse it was. It aches a little more to see him smile at them despite the argument they had earlier.

"You're back…" he mumbles, slightly adjusting his body to prop himself up with his arm. He was wearing their hoodie again.

"Guy, why are you sleeping here? It's cold," they repeated, the worry in their tone becoming more and more evident.

This had Guy fully sitting up, giving his full attention to their Honey with a slight grin that was preparing to give out a smug reply before dropping his smile and deciding otherwise. If he noticed that their eyes were starting to get just as glassy as his, he didn't mention it. “I-I mean, you’re…mad, right? I thought you’d want some more space from me or something…”

“N-no! I mean, yeah, thank you for that but that doesn't—” Honey cuts themselves off with a groan. Why can’t I just say what I want to say? What do I even want to say? Guy immediately notices their partner’s frustration and sits down beside them.

“Hey, hey, it's okay. You’re okay, Honey,” he says with a reassuring smile and slowly raises his hand near their cheek, “Can I touch?”

Honey immediately nods, almost melting at Guy’s warm hands. The familiar calluses from working countless graveyard shifts and delivery jobs all over Dahlia for Max’s kept them grounded. They notice a newly formed bump on the ring finger of his dominant hand from the number of handwritten notes he’s been doing recently.

After a few moments of soft breaths and the sound of Guy's rough thumb gently gliding across their cheek, Honey let out a weak laugh but the words that followed were by no means a joke to them. “You’re so good for me.” Too good. I don’t deserve you.

It was Guy’s turn to let out a confused chuckle. He felt anything but good to them at the moment.

“What do you mean by that, hon?” He caresses their cheek and he forgets how much his chest hurts when his Honey leans into his touch. “Hey, c’mon. Do you…do you wanna talk about what happened?”

Honey nods once more. "I'm…I'm sorry," they choke out as if the words got caught up in their throat. Everything was overwhelming again. The sound of the remains of the rain, the ticks of the wall clock, and most of all, Guy's unwavering attention to them. They avoid his gaze.

"I know that…I'm…I dont have the most…pleasant attitude," The nervousness in their tone was obvious but the quick squeeze of their hand from their partner was enough for them to go on. "And I know that you didn’t mean that. About me…not caring,” They felt him give another squeeze, a bit tighter than the last. “Fuck, god knows you’ve put up with me long enough for me to know you wouldn’t mean that.”

Honey manages to finally look him in his eyes again, they think it's their favorite color. “I…I just don’t know why I act like this. Why can't I just…care for you in a normal way.”

“Oh, Honey…”

“I’m just so fucking sorry. I really, really care for you, please know that,” they sob out. Guy thinks he’s never seen them this vulnerable. His arms slowly circle and stop around their body as if he was waiting for their permission but Honey beats them to the embrace, burying their head on his chest. He knows they can hear his heart speed up.

“Hey, I know, I know,” The hands that were once on his partner's cheeks find their way to their back, rubbing circles and tracing shapes. “I’m really sorry for what I said too. The stress from work and writing these past few days is catching up but please don’t let that ever be an excuse for me to talk like that, especially to you and especially if it makes you think of all these lies.”

“And all this talk about…caring for me in the ‘normal’ way. Don’t say that.” Guy slowly pulls away to tilt his partner's chin up for their eyes to meet again. The way his Honey looked so distressed was a sight he decided he never wants to see again. “What matters is that I know you care and I want you to know that the way you show it is… fuck, I’ve never felt so cared for like this until you, Honey. Okay?”

“I’ll work…on not neglecting my health too. If it weren’t for you, I might’ve actually collapsed from exhaustion,” he adds, lips upturned into a sheepish smile. “So, thank you.”

Guy isn’t prepared for the way their Honey finally graced him with a soft smile. He’s had them laugh and grin at his…eccentric behavior before, but this smile held so much fondness and sincerity (directed towards him of all people! ) that made this moment all the more intimate.

I think I'm gonna have a fucking heart attack. He doesn't recall having butterflies for lunch but he definitely feels them flutter up and about in his ribcage. He wants to treasure this moment. He wants to treasure them.

Honey looks down, uncharacteristically flustered and Guy’s heart soars again. “Thank you,” they whispered. “For that.”

“Of course, Honey. Though, I must say,” he grins. “Although your methods of conveying your love for me are a bit… unconventional , you could say I’m on the more bizarre side, too. I guess we make a perfect match after all then, don't we?”

Honey snorts, a reaction that's endearingly familiar to him and he smirks even wider. “You’re so fucking stupid.”

“Well, for the record, if anybody here is fucking stupid, it would be you!” Guy shoots back, “Hi, hello, I’m stupid, by the way, ehh– Ow, ow, ow!”

The pair continues to laugh and banter at each other like before, but, as they comfortably settle down to cuddle on the couch, they both don’t miss the way the grip on their entangled hands tightened for the slightest bit.

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hope you enjoyed!! please let me know if i had any mistakes or just some feedback in general!! i kinda wanna continue doing these kinda stuff :DD

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted guy #redacted honey #redacted fanfic #redacted guy/honey #angst #hurt/comfort #sten writes!#i enjoyed writing this a lot!!#eheuhuehd guy my silly goose i need him to cry (and get comforted after ofc)

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stackslip · 20 days

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augh yeah as much as i do love the parts of COS that are very obviously trying to do something competent and genuine, the amestris parts are just so ????

ill be honest, im pretty sure i blocked those scenes out, so remembering that what happened on the amestris side is. yikes

definitely wish the movie was more focused and didnt try to add as much as it did. especially roy -- i dont mind the beginning, hell i think him exiling himself to the north is a good concept, but the fact that he takes back his position (iirc) is just. so are we throwing away the character development and him realizing that he CANT change the military from the inside or what.

in general i honestly wanted to see less of the military cast. they frankly dont have much reason to be there other than the fact people wanted to see them (esp armstrong... just. WHY). im sure there are still ways to work in roy if the creators really wanted him to be there but like. idk! they sure didnt have to do it like that! we couldve spent more time on exploring noah as a character. or let izumi die on screen. sigh

been a while since i rewatched COS but thanks for pointing out all the weird stuff, i'd almost forgotten it and i honestly shouldn't.

(and of course i have to say i love your posts on the series proper. i will never be normal about scar. ever)

the second i saw roy in there i was like why is roy still in the military at all. wasn't his whole arc about realizing that he can't do shit within the military because it is an institution built on atrocities and exploitation? why is he still in it then. why is he talking about serving his country. why's he talking about waiting for ED that makes no fucking SENSE. (why is he alive. someone said they thought roy was supposed to die by the end of 03 but they kept him alive bc he's a fan fave and i wholly believe this frankly). why is the country's military still seemingly intact with a whole surveillance network, when 03 ended on the military being severely crippled and amestris's neighbours getting ready to invade it and bring it to its knees? why are we literally seeing *the fucking weimar republic* in cos only for amestris to not parallel it in any way and instead be the brotherhood-type funland where once you've taken out the mean führer, everything is fine and there's nothing to fix?

and like. this is a short movie right! i know that they were denied a season, maybe even a season and a half to finish off the show and that some elements of cos were meant to be in the og show's ending. and it shows! bc again munich is fucking reasonably competent considering how much is crammed in on hour thirty. and i know that cos's production was also rushed as hell and that as an Anime Movie they were contractually obligated to 1) put as many recurring fan faves in as possible 2) have at least a third of the movie be a big action scene. so like. i can understand the limits. you have no time, you're told you have to put all this shit in, you want to finish off the brothers' story at the very least. but my gd! you're telling me you had an izumi death scene and it doesn't happen??? you could cut roy out ENTIRELY from this. you could not put ARMSTRONG IN LIORE. you could..... i know they had no time at all, i know once again it was 03 being shafted by production committees and time and budget but it's legit insane how the very stupid and seemingly innocuous choice of having armstrong "rebuild" liore comedically completely slapped me out of whatever headspace cos had managed to slip me in before. i was enjoying it a lot until we got to amestris. and this armstrong thing, followed by rose's line here:

it's just. it's almost comedic. i'm almost wondering if the writer is fucking with me here and acknowledging just how stupid it is to put armstrong doing alchemy in liore is. probably not but gd this is bad. this is brotherhood levels of obliviousness to the themes.

anyhow i'm not finishing cos tonight bc i'm too pissed about it lol. it's funny bc for years i was told it was bad but for the opposite reasons that it's actually bad. like folks kept saying the munich parts were bad/stupid/wrong and made no sense when to me they're by far the most thematically coherent and interesting/emotional bits of it. i LOVE the relationship between noah and ed. and like, i know the bar is is in hell when it comes to depicting roma on screen, but i can't help but appreciate the little and big ways both noah and her people get humanized, how they feel like the most real and concrete part of this world ed insists is a dream or hell. but really, genuinely noah is so good, alfons's weird crush on ed is hysterical, the general atmosphere and research around 1923 munich seems genuinely thoughtful (and it also tells me that the writers had been thinking about this long, long before even 03 ended). i genuinely believe that making munich! hugues a nazi sympathizer and a racist is a really inspired and brave choice that makes the audience reflects THEIR hugues and how the amestrian military behaved. so anyhow these parts are good, genuinely. it's sad that that's the first third and then you get thrown into this mess, and there's still a whole stupid nazi battle to come. it's stupid. it's stupid especially bc there's a genuine part of the movie that IS smart and thoughtful. it'd be so much easier if all of it were bad, or if the difference between the writing in each part weren't so obvious. anyhow. i wanna finish cos bc i wanna see wrath's arc end and envy eating hoheinheim and ed/al reunion and more of noah. but also i think i'm gonna be writing off large chunks of it lol.

(also thank you very much, i'm trying to preach 03 to whoever i can whenever i can. appreciate the love)

#fma 2003 #conqueror of shamballa #eli talks

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writing-for-the-gays · 1 year

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HCs for murdoc niccals

trans masc reader, reader is autistic and fat, reader works as the assistant at first or something idk

your his only soft spot besides noodle

for real. stopped a whole show because some guy kept throwing shit at you because being a public figure as a fat person is lovely and good for your mental health :)/sarcasm

eventually you need to take a break from everything and he understands (or at least pretends to).

expect some snide remarks on shit. nothing about your body or how you dress but how you do small shit.

'u fry eggs like that?'

'ur, smoking the bong wrong.' Murdoc was the one smoking wrong

on ur anniversary you are literally in the most high school honeymoon phase lovey with each other

flowers, chocolates hot steamy mind-blowing sex gifts all of it

everything goes back to normal the next day

Murdoc also has autism.

at some point, you do barely settle down and like. kind of start a family?

basically 'Oh shit found a kid in a wet cardboard box again? Is this a... noodle situation can you shread?'

'it's an infant.'

your the parents every other parent fears, deeply in a very primal part of their soul

"THAT BITCH TRISHA FUCKING TRIED TO ONE-UP ME AT THE FUCKING PTA MEETING IM IN FUCKING HIGH SCHOOL AGAIN-"

you guys spend ludicrous amounts of money one-upping everyone else from that point on

when you get grandkids you eventually end up becoming the fucking coolest grandparents ever

"hey kids, ever a blinker on a dispo?"

"Grandpa I'm six."

hot mess until the end.

assuming you both ever die

there's a very real possibility that out of pure stubbornness, you both end up just not dying

that stubbornness is what made you two stick together

this is very short to tide you over until i finish this behemoth of a writing project..... it might be one big part or posted separately in parts, alternatively ill post it to A03 with proper tags

#x male reader #x reader #gay #tw weed mention #gorillaz #murdoc niccals #headcannons #gay headcanon

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oh nooooo i tripped and fell for u into ur ask box

eating ny ice cream rn ;; strawberry is such a weird flavour like if i had to choose and get one i would not get strawberry but if irs rhere at home im finishinf ALL of it

ALSO, DRAWING ON PEOPLE'S HANDS 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

anyways about the iwa smau!!! genuinely have no motivation rn #tweaks BUT i would like to say that the yn is shamelessly based off me like i have consumed acrylic paint on multiple occasions (today) (with ice cream)

ILYT!!!!! IM WRITING THIS RN SO I CANT RESPOND (CRIES)

lost a mark in my chem test today im tweaking

BUT THE FREAKY ENGLISH TEACHER SAID IM ON THE RIGHT TRACK AND DOING GOOD AND AN ATTENTIVE STUDENT AND LIKR????????? ERMMMM SHES INSANE BUT FHE ACADEMIC VALIDATION GOES SOOO HARD

also like lowkey icl i was hanging around ur blog again rn and thats why i decided to send an ask !! ur blog is so pretty rrrrr

I ALSO BASICALLY JUST PEAKED IN HS CUZ THE LIBRARIAN RECOGNISED ME AND GAVE ME A BOOK RECOMMENDATION AND LET ME TAKE IT EVEN THOUGH IT DIDN'T HAVE THE PROPER STUFF TO BE FILED AS BORROWED (like each book has a code and this one didnt and she STILL gave it to me) SO LIKE BASICALLY SHE TRUSTS ME BC IVE BEEN OVER HERE FOR LIKE A YESR AT LEADT TAKING A BOOK THEN COMING BACK 1-2 DAYS LATER CUZ I FINISHED IT LOLOLS

also about OUR iwa fic i was js thinking like,, fake dating this dumbass b word ushiwaka and hes like ?? why me ??? "ur names rhyme kind of" ?? wth ??

lowkey think im immune to anything thats in acrylic paint now bc i have Eaten So Much Of It

anyways the book is lowkey good i havent finished it YET but irs called the girl on the train and like woahhhhhh smth like that at our super conservative school is iNsane

i hope u feel better soon!!! if u dont ill fly over and idk. magic

i have a maths test tmr rjejsjskssk the topic is fun but I Don't Know what if i Fail

OSHIT I WAS SUPPOSED TO LOCK IN AND DO HW OOPS ERM HRU TELL ME AB UR DAY ETC ETC and also any sav x yaku tidbits youd like to drop <- forgot the ship name AND AND AND THE ANONS THINF IS SO REAK KMFG

ok byebye ily xx

ah thats a shame 😞😞 hope your knee or whatever u banged on the way in heals up well lina 😞

yum yum yum ice cream!! i hope ur enjoying it!! also thats so real i feel like strawberry ice cream is just an odd flavor... but true that i always eat the strawberry ice cream in the freezer just to spite my other roommate (with love!!!) LMAO

also real 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ i adore when people draw on me or let me draw on them it js makes me so happy <3

DONT FEEL PRESSURED TO WORK ON IT!! BE SPORADIC!! DO IT WHENEVER YOU GET IDEAS!!! WE WILL STICK AROUND TO READ WHENEVER U DECIDE TO WRITE

NOOO NOT THE CHEM TEST IM SORRY LINA :((( ITLL ALL WORK OUT THO

NOT THE ENGLISH TEACHER. IM SORRY SHES MY OPP FROM WHAT IVE HEARD ABOUT HER SHES FREAKY I FEAR. BUT FOR THE ACADEMIC VALIDATION I SUPPOSE I GET IT...

HELP i didnt ever realize how much time you spent on my blog like genuinely 😭 BUT THANK YOU SM!! im super proud of this theme even tho its not the most intricate <3

WOOOW THE LIBRARIAN RECOGNIZED YOU AND TRUSTED YOU W AN UNFILED BOOK??? i aspire to be you but i never step foot into my school library i much prefer my public library... there's sm more books that i read there!!! BUT THATS GENUINELY SO COOL WTF

bro that fic will genuinely be so funny 😭 like the quote we were yapping ab earlier "ushijima?? the hell?? you don't even go to the same school as him?? 😨" iwa would be more confused than anything at first AND I THINK THATS HILARIOUS!! and pls ushijima just AGREEING hes a closeted himbo i swear i swear i swear

alina im genuinely concerned over the fact that you CONSUME acrylic paint? but whatever? i guess? please dont eat too much that's definitely not meant to be consumed 🧍‍♀️

im gonna add that book to my tbr list!! i read the synopsis and it sounds pretty good tbh

THANK YOU!! my roomie is taking care of me so i'll probably be fine within the next few days 🙂‍↕️

AND GOOD LUCK!! im sure you'll do amazing dont even play w me rn alina YOU WILL DO SO SO SO WELL YOU LITTLE MATH NERD (affectionate)

OH YEAH GO DO HOMEWORK WTF 😭 IM GOOD! I FEEL BETTER TODAY <3 IVE BEEN IN BED SINCE I WOKE UP SO THERE ISNT MUCH TO TELL YOU ABOUT BUT UHHHH LAST NIGHT I WATCHED HOWLS MOVING CASTLE WITH MY ROOMMATE!! SAV X YAKU IS SAVORI!!! COURTESY OF BAKERY ANON MY LOVE 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ UMM I DONT HAVE TIDBITS RN BUT ILL DM YOU WITH RANDOM ONES SOMETIME DURING THE DAY TRUST!!

bye bye!! ily ily <3

#asks!!#alina ily alina #my platonic soulmate literally written in the stars honeypie loml sugarplum!!

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rozaceous · 2 years

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idk that it fits anywhere within my existing tcba fics, really, since it's not an extra or an au? but here, have my original ending to tcba's wave arc before i decided that i actually take serious injury seriously

The bridge is in its last stages of construction and Mariko has convinced Kakashi that she's well enough to at least watch the bridge be finished. She is, too, because the headaches are all but gone and the tinnitus had stopped four days previous, but also she'd been going stir-crazy in the house, especially since she'd had trouble focusing on her embroidery long enough for it to function properly as a distraction and Tsunami had refused to let her help with the housework.

But she's perched on one of the bridge’s support beams with a warm, if humid, wind in her face, and Kakashi's stitches--just as neat as hers, but he'd used the last of her blue embroidery thread because she was out of her surgical thread, and she isn't sure she's forgiven him for it because blue is one of the only colors she can see properly--itch a little and the area will probably scar. But it doesn't hurt much any longer and the muscles underneath have mostly healed and there aren't any signs of infection. In fact, she should be able to remove the stitches later tonight.

So she's feeling pretty good, all things considered.

Zabuza and Haku show up mid-morning, the former conferring with Kakashi and the latter offering a small wave to her in her high-up resting place. Mariko wastes no time in sliding down the nearest column with a controlled glide of chakra coating her hands and feet. Sasuke and Naruto also take a pause in helping the construction crew to come over from their position further down the bridge.

"I'm not so sure you should be moving," is her greeting to him.

Haku just smiles. "Shouhei-sensei cleared me for travel so long as I don't exert myself, Mariko-san. And how are your own injuries?"

"Yeah, I'm good," she says dismissively, right hand already glowing green. "And no offense to Shouhei-sensei, but he doesn't have jutsu to back him."

Haku lets her fish her hand through the front of his kimono top and lay it over his shirt, one eyebrow up and seeming dreadfully amused. "I don't need to worry about my intestines, do I? I promise I'm type O, and Shouhei-sensei cleared me of any blood borne illnesses."

Mariko falters and has the horrible sensation of heat creeping into her cheeks.

Naruto and Sasuke choose this prime moment to arrive, with Mariko blushing and with her hand in a smirking Haku's shirt. Naruto comes up short, and Sasuke narrows his eyes.

"I thought you'd passed out by that point," Mariko says, forcefully returning her attention to Haku's neatly bandaged side.

"Oh, not quite yet," Haku says pleasantly. "It was such a graphic threat, I would've been afraid to fail to hear the end of it."

"Threat?" Zabuza pipes up, because apparently he and Kakashi are finished talking and the universe hates her.

"Mariko-chan," Kakashi says warningly. "What did I say about iryouninjutsu before we got you checked out at the hospital?"

"It's just a diagnostic," she retorts. But she drops the jutsu anyways and retrieves her hand. She takes a half-step back because she'd definitely invaded Haku's personal space and, wow, it's a warm day. She clears her throat. "Well, your ribs are fragile as all hell, and I don't know if your nerves will ever fully regenerate there. It's not too far from the spine, so there's at least a chance you won't have a permanent numb spot. But you really need to see a proper medic soon to check out your heart and kidney and to bolster all the work I did reconstructing your ribs and muscle. No jutsu, no jumping, no throwing, nothing faster than a leisurely walk, don't lift anything heavier than a spoonful of soup, and drink plenty of water but not all at once. Your kidney's this close to giving up, you still might go into cardiac arrest, and I didn't spend all that chakra just for you to die because you thought you were well enough to move with more speed and agility than a geriatric sloth."

Haku smiles at her again. "Thank you for the advice, Mariko-san. And for your assistance that day. I owe you in more ways than one."

Faster than he can blink, she has a hand and a scowl pinning him in place. "I know you weren't just about to try to bow, Haku-san."

Haku's eyes go a little wide.

To her right, Naruto snickers.

"It wasn't advice," she says, retracting her hand from his shoulder. "They were medic's orders. And you don't owe me anything. Just paying you back for those herbs you gave to Naruto for me."

"I didn't realize I charged such a high rate of interest."

"Good thing I never plan to let you loan me money, then."

He laughs and covers his mouth with a hand demurely. Haku moves on to thank Naruto as well, but all Mariko really registers is the flaming hellscape which is her face and the intensely judgmental look Sasuke is giving her.

"Shut up," she tells him.

He scoffs.

Zabuza's voice, when it comes, is a low rumble.

"I owe you one, little girl."

Mariko looks back at him, a little startled, but then her eyes narrow. "You owe me two, Momo-chan," she replies firmly, because an inability to haggle is something that would cause her parents actual disappointment. "And my name's Shiko Mariko, not 'little girl.' Get it right."

It's generally held wisdom amongst shinobi not to share your family name if it isn't the sort of thing to help you, but Mariko has a powerful feeling that this isn't the last she'll see of Zabuza or Haku, and if one of the Seven Swordsmen of the Mist owes her, he'd better know who he's owing.

Zabuza hasn't re-bandaged his face--probably because he needs those bandages everywhere else--so she sees the razor points of his teeth when he grins at her.

"Two, huh?"

"Two," she confirms.

He doesn't challenge her count which means he's just as aware as she is that if she were any less skilled at iryouninjutsu and had died from his blow during their initial meeting, not only would Haku be dead because she wouldn't have been there to save him, but Zabuza himself would be dead because Kakashi would have made sure of it. And that was assuming that Naruto wouldn't have freaked out, lost his handle on the Kyuubi, and done it himself.

But Zabuza didn't need to worry about that last part.

His grin widens. "Am I not pretty enough to get a bye?"

Mariko sniffs, cheeks that had cooled coloring again. "I don't know what you're talking about. I am both just and merciful."

"Whatever you say, Shiko Mariko."

"Glad you're catching on."

#tcba #tcba meta #(sort of)#the universe outside us #(also sort of)#i prefer how i ended up rewriting it but this still holds a lot of charm #also bc i want ppl to understand the haku/mariko dynamic #and how much momo-chan sees #(also kakashi after this: NO.)

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jazzyblusnowflake · 2 years

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Okay so... description...

how should i even begin... well for starters i want to apologize to anyone who follows me expecting art... i have to say that i no longer know how long it will take for me to come back to drawing because all i can draw is... this.... mindless doodles of my internal demons.

i finished uni in the hopes of having more time to draw but then...

i was immediately put in a social order that barely has any proper rules and supervision, so as a teacher i hate myself infinately for how incompetant i am because uni never taught me anything that im supposed to do. how to do my papers for the office, how to manage 40+ kids in a single classroom, how to deal with kids that have shit for parents- i dont know any of this and every day going to school is me making more people disappointed in me...

i said lets give it time but then civil war started in my country and now i no longer know if ill live going outside of my house thr next day... now i have existential anxiety attacks every day of my life...

i ask, beg, PLEAD, any God that exists that i just want to draw, to feel something, to be able to escape all this the same way i used to escape my families bullshit when i was a kid by doodling happy thoughts... but nothing happens... i cant draw anymore... and... i dont know when ill be able to again...

im drowning and i want to tear my face off and my heart has only so many more heartstrings left to spare... im dying and im not sure ill ever be the same person again. when i go out nowadays i have to remind myself to manually show emotion because im unable to feel..

thankyou to whoever stayed. this acc will be open until i can publicly post art again but until then... theres no hope or happiness for me. sorry to have disappointed you all, i failed this time. i cant do it. i cant jump back happy and say everythings gonna be okay this time. this time, im broken for good.

and to my friends and loved ones... well... idk. i doubt i deserve anything at the moment anyway. yall are better off without a friend that might not even be alive tomorrow. just forget i exist or something, afterall, im just an internet friend...

goodbye for now.

#snowballflo

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randomcitizen98 · 5 months

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Idk what the proper protocol for announcing a url change is but uh….. TADA????

Thought it was time for a change so instead of Dominicana98 I am now RandomCitizen98!!

Some stuff about me….

I am in my mid-20s, living in the Southeast US

I love freaking out about DC, Disney, Marvel, Movies, Musicals, TV shows & all manner of things

Current hyper-fixations include 911 & Derry Girls

When it comes to interacting with people on the internet, I tend to suffer from social anxiety…. It’s that, combined with some other fun aspects (shout out mental illness) that make me a bit hesitant about posting stuff or even commenting on other people’s absolutely WONDERFUL posts…. I’m trying to be more vocal & active on these platforms but it’s a work in progress… Baby steps, as my therapist likes to say

I have had a Tumblr for many, MANY years but I’ve been actually active on it for maybe less than 2?? (& that’s not counting all the hiatuses I took during those 2 years). As such, I’m still not totally adept at navigating the hellsite but I love coming on here & seeing everyone else freak out about my hyper-fixations & post exactly what I’ve been thinking in my head

I mean absolutely no harm to anyone ever & if I ever unintentionally type something offensive/inappropriate OR improperly tag something which causes you to read something that makes you triggered or uncomfortable, please feel free to point it out (politely, as I tend to take things to heart) & I will make the necessary corrections after I finish offering my sincerest apologies

WELP, that’s all I can think to say right now…. My inbox is always open if you wanna know anything else or if you just wanna chat (I may not be the best at starting the conversations, but I will happily engage when approached). I am also on Discord (which is another platform I’m still not the best at navigating) if you wanna chat there (username is still Dominicana98) ☺️

If you’ve made it this far, I appreciate you for sticking it through til the end & I do hope you won’t be a stranger 🥰🥰

#url change #about me

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deeznuttelasandwiches · 5 months

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Good work, Parker 👍

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soupct123 · 2 years

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i have a handful of chelldos fanfiction ideas but I have never actually written a full fanfic, and although i am slowly working on them I don’t know if I’ll ever have the strong enough to finish them. Some of these have chunks of chapters done but none are close to finished. I’ll tell the basic premises of them here in case they don’t make it onto ao3 so they can at least touch the real world once

1: You Wouldn’t Know

Post-Portal 2: GLaDOS in android body is forced to test in her own facility by an unknown new central core. She has to deal with the scariness of her own tests, her own two test bots working against her, the return of wheatley as her only ally, and worst of all, her lingering feelings for Chell

This is the one I want to finish the most because I think it has actual potential to be a good fucking story. It’s also the only one with a proper working title, though an uncreative and probably already used one at that

2: The BDSM One

Portal 2 up until the first core transfer: Instead of GLaDOS trying to kill Chell which leads to Wheatley in control, GLaDOS has hot dominant mominant sexy time with her and the timeline is changed

This one is just a dirty self indulgent thing of what i wish happened

3: The Jealous Ex One

Post Portal 2: Chell has done her part kicking the combine’s ass, settles down with a woman she loves, and starts rebuilding the pieces of human civilization. GLaDOS finds out about them because she’s been spying on chell with her crows for like five years, and also finds out that she doesn’t like being test-subject-cucked

Inspired by the “if you love that thing so much, why don’t you marry it? WELL I WON’T LET YOU!” line from Portal 1 boss fight. I love GLaDOS but like. jealousy. jealussy. it would be so funny i think. Idk how it would end though either a polycule or a restraining order or murder i guess?

Also in all of these fics GLaDOS would come up with the pet name “Chelly-bean” for her. I came up with it in april but it also seems so obvious that im scared someone else already came up with it fuckin years ago and ill be seen as a poopy little copycat stealer

if you have any little writing tips id appreciate seeing them a lot thanks i love yoi

#chelldos #chell x glados #portal #portal game #fanfic ideas #chell portal #GLaDOS

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wulvert · 2 years

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ITS 1998??? HELP I THOUGHT IT WAS EARLY 90S THIS ENTIRE TIME. IM FREE ILL NEVER BE TIME INACCURATE EVER AGAIN WITH THIS INFO (edit: just checked why i thought this. it was once again my inability to do basic math of avery's d.o.b (1972) + 26. HOW DID I GET 1991 THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING)

u also didnt ask but my favorite pokemon is volcarona i love that guy. seconded in a tie by ninetales, garchomp, and hisuian zoroak,,,and eevee,,,an- (i have so many oh god)

TRUBBISH N' MUNNA,,,THE VIBE CONTRAST,,,scarlet "found munna in the dreamyard" vs avery "i found This Thing in the trash. it Bit me"

i love unova sm!! and yea. i also thought the sp was 90s. it originally releasing in 2003 feels like a lie i refuse to believe it

more of Them:

once vampires get invited into a home once, can they come in freely later without having to ask again, or do they have to be invited in every time?

what anime does scarlet watch,,,u wont believe this but its actually relevant to both a scene in my brain i need to write AND a playlist i definitely dont have (that definitely doesnt already have revolutionary girl utena's opening already in it thatd be crazy)

um. thats all i got (For Now). here check this guy out -> :3

YEA SORRY ppl also confuse my handwriting on her id with 1992 which makes things a whole thing too. im ngl i get too lazy to put text font proper on physical objects these days which is bad bc my handwriting is like so insanely shit.

volcarona is very cute i wanted my larvesta to evolve so bad as a kid but i hated battling too much to actually level it high enough so it never did and it was frustrating & tragic. unova was my first proper pokemon game so gen 5 dex is usually what i think of!! i rly like the ones in that one.

yes they can come and go as they pls after being invited in once :)

she probably watches most of what she can get her hands on, she and fish meet up at weekends to watch stuff( idk if i mentioned theyre like... acquaintances, they watch niche stuff together but dont really talk outside of that bc they both have stuff to hide- scarlet has access to fishs house which is why she says theyll never let YOU in- shes already allowed in :) as if anyone remembers an offhand comment from a couple months ago) i need to finish utena,, i rly like the op.

whatever u think shed like she probably watches. and trigun bc i like trigun. canonically mentioned though she reads snorpworld which is a title i made up and i have no idea what itd be about. and like iirc an alien romance poster is on her wall.

#asks #avery has never willingly watched a tv show in her life

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hi ok so i have this entire essay i wrote . on scc . and why you should vote for them in like any romantic tournament poll because im very competitive so i think ill just . copy and paste that yk i think its ocnvincing eniugh

incase your curious how long this all is .

theyre like my fav guys ever . canonically theyre just friends . but like

ANYWAYS they trust and love eachother sooo much its so silly .

#1 sweet introduces himself first as all 3 of them and then himself . he only actually mentions his own name after asking if the player has ever heard of their band ( which,, is just their names put together ) ( + the only thing gayer then creating an underground band to peacefully rebel against a monarchy is actually kissing men )

#2 they have like a very very alarming amount of trust in eachother . not only do sweet and capn trust and agree with everything k_k says with no question, but sweet and k_k also trust capn when he tells them about how he saw ( the player ) help kidnap "some girl" and, presumably, dont question it at all . sweet basically follows you around the entire first half of the game trying to kill you because he trusts capn enough .

#2.1 to go into more depth on agreeing with k_k, he ends up solving all of their ( on screen ) arguments by saying something very vaguely related or just thinking out loud that satisfies the other 2 enough to where theyll stop arguing ( ex, like, when they first show up sweet and capn argue over if theyre rebels or players, and he says " im a cd player ! " . they also later on make a comment about how " if the band fights, we'll get out of tune ! ",, which kinda proves that all of their fighting is lighthearted and not serious

#3 during their ( proper ) introduction, sweet whistles down capn . thats a sound effect that plays in the scene and its not like a fucked up wind sound or anything because it doesnt happen for k_k . its just capn

#4 capn shows a huge amount of concern for k_k when they get hit despite knowing they can easily heal up again . like as in his dialogue there is the only time he uses caps in the entire game im pretty sure

#4.1 also their dialogue implies that they heal eachother after being hit . its not a visual thing or anything . but basically they heal themselves up with almond milk and their dialogue implies that they dont . drink it themselves IDK ITS CUTE

LIKE LIKE LIKE FOR EXAMPLE .

🍬 : im at my acoustic limit . . .

🍰 : have a sip !

🧢 : owww my hat ! they scuffed my hat !

🍬 : ( stop being dramatic and heal ! )

#4.2 also also they all drink out of the same milk carton if you get all of them down at once . i dont know if i should add this or not i just think its cute

#5 whenever you beat them, sweet gets really upset because hes still under the impression that your one of queens minions ! k_k and capn very easily calm him down just by proposing the idea that their dancing was better ( it was ) so they won ! and that their dancing was so good it convinced them ( us ) to be good . sweet immediately follows it up with " welcome to the good side ! "

ALSO A LITTLE SILLY THING . YOU DONT GET ANY MONEY FROM BEATING THEM UNLIKE OTHER BOSSES BECAUSE THEY THINK THEY WON INSTEAD OF YOU .

#6 k_k admires and thinks the other 2 are better then him, putting them before himself . after being told hes second in command by capn when the topic comes up on whos the leader, he mentions how he wants to be 3rd instead . also his check dialogue is " * k_k - the silly one . looks up to the other two "

#6.1 this is kind of a literal thing but the other two also look up to k_k ( mentioned in their check dialogue ! ) . i think,, its both literal and how it sounds ? because they go to k_k for a lot of things ! like solving their arguments or just if they have any question .

#7 they finish eachothers sentences . a lot . in like most of their dialogue actually . theyre so in tune that their minds are constantly on the same wavelength and they know exactly what the others are gonna say . it could also just be so that one character doesnt just have a bunch of dialogue but yk i think the other answer is cuter

#8 its eventually brought up what theyd do with the money they get, and k_k makes a small comment on how they wanna be a car . sweet follows this up with "good thinking k_k ! gotta have a way to get around !"

its literal but like . still a comment about riding your best friend sorry i have the humor of a middle schooler

#9 k_k and capn are never seen without eachother closeby!! every scene that one is in, the other is nearby . for example whenever capn tries scamming you towards the start of the game . or whenever he tries tricking you into going into the wrong teacup ride later on!!

the only place ingame they can be seen without eachother is in the deltarune chapter 3 progress update toby posted a few months ago, and . im hoping they just havent added him in yet

not really canon ? its art by nelnal, their character designer . not really canon but like it has some value . maybe .

#10 in one of nelnals comics about them, k_k dreams about being small enough to be held and caressed by taller versions of sweet and capn . when they wake up theyre like severely dissapointed he isnt actually that tiny and cant actually be doted on like that .

#10.1 in the same comic, k_k figures that if he sits down he can be the same height as he was in the dream, and grabs the other 2 to hug them since theyre nearby ! capn blushes when grabbed :- ) . it sounds kinda awkward without visuals hold on

#11 also in their reference sheet, theres a little doodle in the bottom corner with " なかよし " ( i think ? ) under it, which loosely translates to close or intimate friends

most of this is trust based actually . basically they just love eachother a lot and nothing bad has ever happened to them ever and theyre really fun characters . not canon like at all but . . . silly robot polycule . . . . .

vote for them theyre so cool

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#silly4silly propaganda #not polls #holy crab this is long thank you man

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