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redwinterroses · 3 years

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Request should you feel up to it: Some of the MCC participants reactions to seeing that Ren is a cyborg now (I know his MCC 15 skin didn't show the machine in his chest but what if it had). Would love to see Martyn in particular but anyone else Ren has interacted with that you feel like tossing in there works too.

I worked on this all day that I was logged out of tumblr, which just goes to show what can be accomplished when one isn't constantly refreshing this hellsite. XD

“My liege!”

Ren, startled, jumped several inches in the air and whirled around to see Martyn jogging toward him down the brightly-colored causeway, wearing the purple uniform of their team.

“It’s good to see you again!” Martyn declared, a massive grin on his face.

“Oh! Me hand!” Ren laughed and spread his arms wide. “The Hand and the King have been reunited!”

Martyn grabbed Ren in a warm hug, pounding his back heartily.

“Ah, ya love to see it, ya love to see it,” Ren chuckled. His face felt like it would crack open from smiling—it hadn’t been that long since he’d seen his friend, but it seemed far longer than a measly few months. For Scott to put them on the same team for this competition—well. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t been looking forward to this for weeks.

Martyn stood back, holding Ren’s shoulders and giving him a small shake. “How you been, dude?” he asked. He frowned, and tilted his head. “You look a little thinner since the last time I saw you. Which is saying something since you were dead then. You good?”

Ren didn’t stop smiling, but he nodded toward some benches off to the side of the path. “Of course I’m good, my dude,” he said. “Better than ever, ya might even say.”

They moved toward the benches—dodging a few other eagerly-bouncing teams as they crossed the walk—and sat down. Ren raised his hand and waggled the new metal fingers at Martyn.

“Got myself a few… upgrades,” he said. “What’d ya think?”

“Ren—what…” Martyn’s face creased in concern and he reached out—pausing, with a glance for permission. Ren nodded, and Martyn took the robotic hand gently, turning it over and tapping the silver casing. He ran his fingertips over the delicate joints and shook his head. “What happened, dude?”

Pulling his hand free, Ren rubbed it self-consciously. “Eh… had a little run-in with, erm—” he hesitated. “That is, I got in a bit of a scrape. Renbob and Doc came to my rescue but…” he gave an awkward little laugh. “Some of me bits are never to be seen again.”

Martyn was still looking at the hand.

“I’d heard you had a rough end to your season seven,” he said. “There weren’t a lot of details, but…” He met Ren’s eyes with an expression Ren didn’t quite have a name for. “Nobody gave the impression that it was this bad.”

Ren was tempted to just brush it off—ah, it was no big deal. Nothing I couldn’t handle, ya know—but this was Martyn. Next to the Hermits, there was no one he trusted more.

He shrugged. “Technically…” he said. “Just between you and me and this bush over here… I think I technically died. Again.” He forced a grin. “Bad habit, I know.”

“Wow.” Martyn sat back against the bench. “Wow—that’s rough, dude. How…” he reached out and tapped Ren’s cyborg arm again. “How bad is it?”

“My arm,” Ren admitted. “And my leg.” He lifted his pant leg to show the cybernetics beneath. Then he rapped at his chest, the metal thunking hollowly under the purple team hoodie he wore. “And… a lot of other bits and bobs that I don’t honestly really understand myself. Doc cracks jokes whenever I ask, but... I think it was a pretty close thing, to be honest.”

Something dark flashed across Martyn’s face. “And I had no idea,” he said. He leaned back, rubbing his forehead and closing his eyes. “You might have died and I wouldn’t have had a clue. Some friend that makes me.”

“Oh, good grief, Martyn—” Ren kicked Martyn’s shoe. “Don’t even start with that, man. It’s not like you knowing would have made any difference.” Though, as he said it, the thought flitted through his mind that the same could be said of him: anything could happen to Martyn, and he’d let the radio silence stretch long enough that he wouldn’t have known until it was too late. “Lesson learned,” he said aloud. “After this, we keep in better contact. We’ll be regular pen pals.”

Martyn huffed in something close to amusement. “Sure,” he said. “I think Netty’s got some cute stationary somewhere I can steal.” He gestured at Ren’s arm and leg. “Honest question: are you good for today? A near-death experience isn’t exactly something to laugh at. If you’re not ready, I’m sure Scott could find someone to swap in for you.”

“Not a chance, not a chance.” Ren bounced to his feet and made a grand gesture to the stadium around them. “We’re the winning POV, baby!”

He was glad to see some of the concern melt away from Martyn’s face. It was worth the twinges of discomfort in his still-recovering limbs, and he surreptitiously clenched a fist. Nothing—especially not a little bit of pain—was going to hold him back today.

“Oh, absolutely.” Martyn stood, and punched Ren lightly on the arm. “Hey, you guys have all won before—you and False and Illumina. No pressure, but I’d love a win today.”

“We’ll see what we can do, me hand. For the honor of Dogwarts and all that, right?”

Martyn leaped up on the raised edges of the path. “Indeed, milord!” he declared loudly, earning amused looks from other players. “For the honor of Dogwarts!”

#MCC15PurplePandasForever

#hey look red is entirely capable of writing cute happy fluff #okay so there's a tiny dash of angst in there #but they're HAPPY and it's GOOD #redwinterwrites #thanks for the prompt Anon!#i also wrote the second-to-last chapter of Follow Me Home today too #it needs some heavy editing but I really want to have it posted tomorrow sometime #redwinteranswers #purple pandas my beloved #rendog #inthelittlewood #renchanting duo my beloved

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booksweet · 3 years

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hii, hope you're having a great day/night. <3

i saw your request were open and i thought to request some hcs for megumi, gojo and choso who's s/o is insecure about their hip dips (which are so visible), maybe some comfort or how they would just react it's okay. >__<

also, remember to take care of yourself and to drink water.

jjk boys reaction who's s/o is insecure about their hip dips

staring: Fushiguro Megumi, Gojo Satoru, Kamo Choso

contents/warnings: SFW, fluff, grammar mistakes, everyone is 18+

A/N: hey! Thank you so much for sending me this request I'm so glad writing it for you >.< I'm having this kind of busy week, but I'm okay, hope you're good as well! Don't forget to take care of yourself too!! Once again, thank you, I also have dip hips so writing this got kind of personal haha my heart almost melted. Hope you like it, enjoy!

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Fushiguro Megumi

first things first I have to say that Megumi doesn't see your hip dips as a flaw on your body, actually, he doesn't care at all;

For him, they make you look like a sculpture, some kind of art that he's blessed to have by his side. Like, look how your body is wonderful, he thinks of you as a deity all the time he looks ate you;

But when it comes about your own insecurities, he cares a lot about it, more than he thought he could ever care about someone;

He needs for you to see how stunning you are, how wonderful and perfect your body is;

So that day when you two were about to go out on a date and you've asked him so many times if your clothes were okay, if you were beautiful, he felt you were afraid of his answer. He felt you were worried about what he thought of your body and his heart ached because of you scared of him;

Once again you were trying to change your clothes, focused searching for the perfect one to use on a date with your boyfriend. So focused you didn't notice him staring at you from your door frame;

He watched you silent, staring at your movement with caring eyes. But then you started muttering something and you turned you eyes sadly to that specific side of your body, just below your hip bone;

"Why am I like this? Why do I have this on my body? If I..."

He couldn't take it anymore, you are so beautiful for him, your hips, your waist, you're wholesome perfect and marvelous. "Why what Y/N?" He would enter your room, his soft voice startling you from your wandering thoughts;

"Oh, I'm-" You breath deeply. "I was trying to pick up any clothes, I'm almost ready, but I can't find anything that fits my..." Again, that painful look to your sides.

"You know..." He would walk closer and closer to you, placing his hands on your shoulders in reassurance. He looks at you from your mirrored version. "You may not believe me when I say: but you're perfect. Every inch of your body is. And-"

"Gumi, no..."

"Hey, hey, let me praise you, my love" He places his chin on the top of head, hands down on your waist. "Even the flawless parts you think you have are perfect parts. This..." His hands ghost above your hip dips, you feel your heart racing. "They are just one more part of you for me to love. How could I not love you entirely? You think of them as a flaw..."

He would kiss the top of your head, smiling at you. "But I think of them as art craved through your body. You're art, Y/N. Never forget that."

Gojo Satoru

We know how bold and cocky this man can be, so why would it be different when it comes to you?

He knew you had insecurities with your body, even though he has always managed to show you how wonderful you are;

Believe me, I think he's capable of screaming in public place about how perfect you are, how lucky he is to have you by his side (lowkey he says you're the luckiest because he's with you, that gojo thing);

But when you're both on your day off and you decide to go to the beach, he worries about you enjoying you day, the day you both finally got to be together;

You hid your body on his largest t-shirt, even thought the sun is higher and higher upon the sky, calling you both for a sunbathing;

"Darling, wanna some sunscreen lotion?" He asks you, trying to make you come out from your hiding spot;

Not that he thinks it's not okay for you to use his clothes, he actually finds it very hot and cute, but he knows why are you doing this to yourself and he wants to show you how wrong you are hiding yourself;

"Hm... No need to, babe" You say looking away from him, staring at women and men that were walking around closer the shoreline;

You just wanted to relax with Gojo, you were okay in your bikinis, but since your arrive, you couldn't help but to feel insecure about your body;

Your dip hips were so visible you felt like everybody would judge you if you took off Gojo's shirt;

You really didn't want to care about it, but still it bothered you so hard that sometimes you just wanted to cry;

Again, that feeling overwhelming your senses, why couldn't you be just like these pretty people who were walking around there?

"Hey, babe, hear me" Gojo would say to catch your attention, his intense blue eyes hidden behind that dark sunglasses;

He would sit down closer to you, his tall body almost towering over yours;

Placing his hands on your waist, he would bring you even closer putting you onto his laps. His lips ghosting over your earlobe had he saying "Dear Y/N..."

"Sa-satoru, people can lo-look" you'd say flustered, cheeks coloured in pink;

"Let them look" He whispers, his hands going down his shirt you were wearing, warming all the way they touched. "Let them look how beautiful you are, let them stare at the exquisite person you are..."

"But..." You place your hands right above your sides, where's that visible depression is

Suddenly his hands are on yours, holding them tight and you feel your body warming with love as he poured sweet words, melting your insecurities away "Y/N you're stunning, you are above every concept of existing perfection, you are flawless. Every mark, every mound, every round and curve of your body, they're just..."

His eyes staring deep into your soul while he leaves a kiss on your cheek and chin, then placing his head on the crook fo your neck. "They're just enchanting, I feel mesmerizing by every inch of you. You're delightful, Y/N. And the world should know that too."

After that he would just hold you tight and say "And I want to show off everyone that beautiful s/o of mine, show them how lucky I am to have you by my side!"

extra: if you were hardly unease with it, he would take off his clothes in order to try "avoiding" attention to you, catching it only to him like "let everyone look at me, till you feel safe and then you can slay all of these ugly asses ahead with you strondous beauty"

Kamo Choso

Choso is my sweet little boy (not that little) so the moment he realized you were insecure about how your body looked like, he would lowkey try to show you how mistaken you were;

Little things like compliments, soft touches, caring kisses, always reassuring you how beautiful you are, how wonderful your body is;

So there's this day you both are at home, watching a movie on Netflix and you're laying your head on his lap and he's sitting onto he couch with one of his hands on your waist, the other one is scratching your hair fondly;

But when he starts to move his hand up and down your sides, you feel your body stiffen, afraid of what he will think of your dip hips, since they're so profound and so noticeable;

You move yourself a little, trying to avoid his hand to touch that part of your body, but also trying not to get his attention from what you were doing

You don't know but he already understood what you're acting up;

"Y/N" He says, still focusing his eyes on the TV but the tip is his fingers caring on your sides;

"Uh, love?" Your cheeks rush in red as he softly places his hands on the valley of your sides, right down your hip bones;

"Can we switch places? Wanna lay down on your beautiful legs" his voice was distracted because of the movie you could swear he wasnt talking to you, so sudden were his words;

"Ye-yes, you can, Cho" You say lifting your body up to change places with him, but then you feel a big pair of arms around your body, clenching tight on you.

You retrieve his hug, packing your arms hands hands on his back, smelling his parfum's scent;

Choso's hugs are so warm and comfortable, you could live in between his arms like, forever;

"Why this so sudden-" you start to say but then you feel a kiss on your mouth, and then a kiss on your right cheek and then on your left cheek. "Cho?"

"What?" He's chuckling on your skin, never stopping his kisses trail on your jawline, then your neck, your shoulders, his hands are now on your hair, stroking your locks fondly "I can love you, can't I? I'm just showing you how you deserve to be loved, Y/N"

He catches your hand and then leave it a kiss on it;

"Such a gentleman..." You mutter behind the growing smile you have, his eyes never leaving yours as he places both of his hands upon your shelf hips;

"Y/N, you're lovely, you know?" His hands are warm on your covered skin, and you suddenly feel nothing but his caress on it;

"You're... You're something more. You've always been. And sometimes I think I don't deserve someone as wonderful as you are. As beautiful as you are. No one in the world looks like you, and, If someone had the tiniest similarity to you, they should've happy about how blessed they were"

"Every inch of you deserves to be loved. To be praised. You deserve to be fulfilled with compliments every day, every hour, every second."

"And, when you think you do not deserve it, Y/N, I'm here to remind you that yes, yes you're worth it. You're worth loving, caring, admiring. I love you, Y/N, I love you."

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jalapeno-princess · 4 years

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In Between the Lines

Librarian Jinyoung X Reader

Word Count: 2k

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Jinyoung is a librarian at your university’s library and you visit the library quite often. The two of you develop crushes on each other but you are both shy to confess to one another.

A/N: I rushed while writing this so I’m sorry if it sucks but I hope you enjoy it anon!

“Jackson, I don’t care that we’re friends, that isn’t going to stop me from bothering you about returning “To Kill a Mockingbird”. It’s four months overdue man, where is it? I’m tired of having to come up with excuses for you. I don’t understand why you borrowed it in the first place. I bet you haven’t even read it once since you checked it out.”

The older boy scoffed at his librarian friend while crossing his arms in disbelief. “I did too read it! It’s about killing a mockingbird. Duh. The title practically gives away the entire story. Fine, I’ll be honest. I’ve been meaning to bring it back for the longest time but I misplaced it just a few days ago. I’m sure it’s under the pile of dirty clothes I never end up washing—hey Park Jinyoung! Are you even listening? What are you looking at—oh. God dude, can you make it anymore obvious that you like y/n? Stop staring at her, it’s creepy. Everybody and their mothers know that you have a huge crush on her. I’m sure even she knows. You leave the library open an hour later just so you can continue gawking at her just hurry up and tell her how you feel already—I swear to God Jinyoung—“ he took his hand off of Jackson’s mouth and sent his outspoken friend a death defying glare.

“Shhhhhh! This is why my manager keeps threatening to ban you from coming here. You’re always so loud. Keep it down would you? To kill a mockingbird has nothing to do with a damn bird so return the damn book by tomorrow or I’m sending you a bill. And can you be any more louder about my feelings for y/n? If she didn’t know before, she probably knows now you loud mouth. This is why nobody tells you anything. Now get out of here.” Jackson scoffed sarcastically and stuck his tongue out before waving to Jinyoung and taking his leave.

To be quite honest, Jinyoung couldn’t give less of a shit over the missing book. Matter of a fact, he never really understood why he applied to be a librarian at his university’s library. Sure he loved reading, and the library was an extremely quiet place. That was unless one of his friends paid him an unwanted visit. He never had much to do other than to check out books, put back returned books, search through the computer if a student was looking for a specific book and to call people if their books were overdue. It was an easy job and the pay was decent considering he hardly ever did anything but sit there and watch reruns of Friends.

At one point, he even contemplated on quitting so he could focus on his studies but that all changed the first time his eyes landed on you. He didn’t notice you walk in to the library but his eyes never left your figure once when you first approached him to ask where you could find “The Great Gatsby”.

Whenever someone would ask Jinyoung where they could find a book, he would just motion them towards the shelf. However, when he found himself getting up and motioning for you to follow him as he made his way down a few rows of books, he knew he was in trouble. You were shy and soft spoken, two traits that caught his attention as soon as you began talking to him. He was quick to pick up on the crack in your voice and the redness that rose on your cheeks and he thought it was the most adorable thing ever.

As soon as he led you to the literature section, there was something inside of him that didn’t want to leave your presence just yet. “This is actually one of my favorite books. Are you required to read it for a class or are you just reading it to read it?”

You scrunched your nose while shaking your head and Jinyoung could’ve sworn he’s never seen anything cuter. “I’ve been actually wanting to read it for a while now, but I never had the chance to. Luckily, we have to write a six page essay about it for my English class.”

He hummed in acknowledgment. “Have you seen the movie? It’s an actual shit show if you ask me. It’s nothing like the book. I don’t think any movie does any justice for the novel it’s based on.” You giggled softly on how irritated he seemed when talking about the movie. He opened his mouth to continue but then he felt a vibration in his pocket. “I’m needed at the front desk. It was nice meeting you—um—“ he scratched the back of his head in embarrassment. How could he not have learned your name before talking nonsense to you?

“Y/n. My name is y/n.” He gave you a gentle smile before slowly making his way towards the front.

“Nice meeting you y/n. Don’t hesitate to ask me any questions. You know where to find me! Happy reading!” Once he took his seat back at the counter, he face palmed himself and groaned in frustration. Happy reading? Who says that? He felt like such an awkward loser but he knew it was because he didn’t know how to act around you.

Park Jinyoung wasn’t one to get involved with girls. He was always so focused on his studies, his job and his pet rabbit that he never had the time for any sort of relationship. Nobody ever caught his eye before. However, he couldn’t get the image of your pretty little face out of his mind.

From that day on, Jinyoung made it his goal to try and talk to you every time you came in to the library. To his delight, you seemed to frequent the library quite often and you’d always stop by the front desk to say hi to Jinyoung before going to study or find a book to read. Jinyoung would put books away as an excuse to talk with you and whenever he felt like the conversation was flowing well between the two of you, he would completely forget the task at hand and give you his full attention.

Unfortunately, Jinyoung was a coward and could never build up the guts to tell you how he felt, leaving the two of you in an awkward position. You weren’t necessarily friends, no matter how badly the two of you wanted to be but you weren’t exactly strangers either. In your short talks together, you learned quite a lot about the mysterious and extremely handsome librarian. He was a law major trying to save enough money to open up his own book store. His favorite show was Parks and Recreations, he liked going to the beach when it was storming out and swam in the rain, his favorite color was navy blue and he was allergic to broccoli.

You enjoyed spending as much time with him as you could but you didn’t understand what it meant. Something about the way he listened to you and looked at you like you were some kind of marvel as you explained your obsession with Keanu Reeves caused you to grow more and more curious about Jinyoung and it made your heart desire things you know you shouldn’t be wanting.

The more you developed feelings for him, the harder it was going to the library and seeing him knowing that you wanted more than just the simple hellos and small talk in between the bookshelves. It’s been months since your first initial meeting and he’s done nothing to make a move on you, so you felt as if he didn’t see you that way and you accepted it for what it was.

Right after Jackson left, Jinyoung couldn’t help but think about his words. Was it obvious that he had feelings for you? Were you aware of it? And how did you feel about him? Jinyoung wanted nothing more than to be the one you went running to whenever life got hard. Every time you would bring up how rough your day was going, he wanted to be the one to make it better. He wanted to take you out on cute little dates, stay up talking to you on the phone, hold you in his arms while looking at the sunset, learn more about your likes, dislikes, and he wanted to know how it felt to be loved by someone. By you.

He’s found himself multiple times reading excerpts from books that reminded him of you and the way your smile would light up the room. There were occasions where he would even highlight passages in some of the libraries’ books that reminded him of you and it got to the point where his manager was having him look for the culprit. As he began to come up with ways to ask you out, he didn’t even notice what time it was until you approached the desk.

“Hey.” His breath hitched at the sight of you. You pulled out your hair from the bun it was in earlier and Jinyoung couldn’t help but stare at you in all your beauty. Whenever you would come in to the library, your hair was always in in either a braid, bun or ponytail. This was the first time he got to see how your hair framed your pretty face and he was on the verge of a breakdown. You felt self conscious under his stare and waved your hand in front of his face to break him out of his reverie and smiled to yourself when you noticed the blush that was now on his cheeks.

“Hi, sorry. I um—sorry.” You giggled as you gave him the book you were holding. “Ah, Looking for Alaska. A great choice. The movie just came out a few weeks ago.” There he was again, telling you about the book’s movie. Whenever you went to borrow a book, if there was a movie for it, he’d always bring it up and you always wanted for him to lead it in to more.

“Have you seen it?” He shook his head in disagreement.

“Nope. I’ve been wanting to though.” With the confidence you didn’t know you were capable of, you spoke up, finally making your move on the handsome boy in front of you. If he didn’t harbor the same feelings for you, then you’d accept it for what it was and just stop going to the library altogether. But you wouldn’t know how the older boy felt if you didn’t ask. The worst thing he could do was say he didn’t feel the same. You could feel your heart rate increase as you began to think about what you would say to him, but the words just fell out before your mind could process them.

“Would you maybe want to watch it together sometime?”

Jinyoung could’ve sworn his heart was about to jump out of his chest at your offer. Did this mean what he could only hope and dream that it meant? “Yes! Ah—I mean I’d love to—sure—God what is going on with me today—“ the gentle kiss that was placed on his cheek made him freeze.

“I like you, Park Jinyoung. And a little birdie might or might not have told me you like me too.”

The idea of Jackson telling you of his feelings for you made his blood boil, but he wasn’t going to let his now negative feelings for his friend ruin the moment with you that he’s been dreaming of for months. “I uh—that might be true—it is true—why can’t I form actual sentences—I like you a lot y/n. More than I’m willing to admit if I’m being honest and I’m sorry it took so long. But I’d be happy if you’d let me take you out on a date.”

You beamed up at him while nodding in agreement and before you knew it, he exited the counter and made his way towards you.

“Oh, and that cute little peck isn’t going to cut it.”

As you were about to ask him what he meant, his lips were on yours. He brought his hands up to your face and cupped your cheeks while molding your lips together. His lips were chapped and rough against yours, but you loved how it felt as if your body was in flames by the ministration. Every time he would talk with you, you’d find yourself absentmindedly staring at his pretty, pouty lips and wanted nothing more than to experience what they felt like against yours. Now that you’ve had a taste, you didn’t think you’d ever be able to get enough.

“You know y/n, we can skip the date and we can just make out in here all night.”

You playfully shoved his arm to prevent him from seeing the effect he was having on you. He squeezed your hips while leaving soft, chaste kisses on the juncture of your neck. The feeling of how close your bodies were together as he continued showing love to your body was driving you to the brink of insanity and earned Jinyoung a breathy moan.

“Shhhh baby, we’re in a library remember? You’re going to have to keep it down. Keep the volume up and I’m just going to have to teach you a lesson.”

#got7 imagines #park jinyoung #got7 #got7 jinyoung #got7 preferences #got7 drabbles #got7 fluff

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nochuuuenthusiast · 5 years

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claw machine

hello! so my drafts are currently full of a bunch of requests that i need to write and edit, so if you submitted a request and it’s taking a while to get posted, i’m so so sorryyy and hopefully it’ll be up soon! but in the meantime, this is a scenario that i thought of a month or so ago and i hope you guys enjoy!

*requests for the prompt lists (1), (2) as well as the kissing prompt list are open!!

plot: stubborn and competitive boyfriend!jungkook stumbles upon a claw machine

genre: fluff

pairing: jungkook x reader

rating: pg; warning(s): none

word count: 1205

Date nights with Jungkook were your favorite nights.

Whether you were solving numerous riddles and puzzles to find your way out of complicated escape rooms, getting flour all over your faces as you made homemade pizza, or even cuddled together in silence during a movie marathon, you simply loved your dates. Jungkook was usually the one to plan them, especially since he knew that you hated planning things yet loved being surprised. And as expected, he was the one in charge of planning tonight’s date. Knowing you preferred casual dates, he decided to take you to a new Italian restaurant down the street then walk to a small, minimalist cafe that he knew you’d like.

“(y/n)?? Are you ready?” Jungkook asked while flattening out the bottom of his gray and white flannel in the living room.

“Hold on! Give me a minute or two!”

You brushed your hair through your hands for the last time and gave your outfit one last look in the mirror. Knowing that Jungkook would be wearing a flannel of some sort paired with a loose black tee and some baggy pants, you wanted to coordinate an outfit that would subtly complement his style. So, you decided to wear an oversized, black t-shirt dress accompanied with a medium-wash jean jacket and your favorite white, chunky sneakers. You curled your hair and stole a pair of Jungkook’s silver, dangling earrings, and went for a natural makeup look. And with that, you were done.

Making your way to the living room quietly, you snuck up from behind your boyfriend (who happened to be looking at his bright phone screen) and covered his eyes with your small hands.

“I know it’s you... you’re the only other person in our apartment...”

Giggling, you uncovered his eyes and let him turn around to face you... revealing your cute date outfit. A smile instantly formed on Jungkook’s face and it looked as if his eyes were glistening.

“Stop staring at me like that... it’s creepy,” you said as you nudged his arm.

“Since when did it become illegal to stare at my girlfriend?” Jungkook asked, trying not to smile as he tried to look as offended as he could.

You smacked his arm which gave him the cue to drop his act and you both laughed together as you walked out the door to start another memorable night.

You and Jungkook had finished your meal at the Italian restaurant and were now heading to the cafe that one of Jungkook’s friends had recommended a couple of days ago. And being the cafe lover that you were, he knew that you would be pleased if you both sat down to talk while drinking a vanilla latte and a cheesecake on the side.

“Ugh, I’m so full... I feel so bloated,” you complained as you put all your weight against him as you leaned on his shoulder.

“You’re so heavy (y/n)! I’m bloated too!” Jungkook teased playfully. It was funny how his teasing seemed to wear off on you over the years. When he first used that joke on you a couple years ago, you were offended and upset, not having completely understood Jungkook’s humor. Yet here you were, almost three years later, not even responding to his overused teasing, knowing that offending you wasn’t his real intention.

As you rounded the corner to enter a brightly lit alleyway, Jungkook’s eyes opened wide when he saw a single claw machine, resting near the entrance to a small convenience store.

Geez, it’s like I’m dating a five year old manifested in a twenty-two year old’s body.

“Just once?” he asked as he looked your way, knowing that you were the one dictating the events of your date.

“... Fine. But only once... you’re gonna waste money.”

Jungkook gave a short nod in compliance, but being the most competitive and painstakingly stubborn person you’d ever encountered, you knew that he’d play more than one round. He took out his fat Gucci wallet and inserted some coins to begin the game.

“Which one do you want?”

After glancing through the entire machine, you settled on the small bunny plush that was located in the opposite end of the machine and pointed to it, looking up to see Jungkook tilt his head quickly, knowing that the bunny would be the hardest plush to win.

Determined, he gripped the small joystick in the palm of his enlarged hands, making his veins become more prominent than usual. With his large, laser-beam eyes concentrating on the light pink bunny and his back arched over to get a better look in the machine, he positioned the claw directly over the bunny and pressed the red “drop” button as he crossed in fingers for extra luck. And as almost all claw machines are programmed to do, you saw the claw drop the bunny... and almost on cue, Jungkook’s face also dropped as he pouted from his unsuccessful attempt at winning the bunny.

“Jungkook, it’s okay, let’s just go... these things are programmed to be like this,” you said, wrapping both your arms around his figure... still in disbelief of his failure.

But almost automatically, Jungkook inserted more coins, unsatisfied and disappointed that he would not be able to win you your bunny.

Once more Jungkook tried... this time, he even walked to the other side of the machine to get a side view of the way the claw would grab the bunny, and unfortunately, his luck was still out. Your boyfriend’s pout had slowly transformed into a combination of furrowed eyebrows and gritted teeth... not only annoyed at the claw machine, but annoyed at himself for not having the capability to get you what you wanted.

“Guk, it’s okay... you can win the claw machine another time...”

“No... (y/n), just give me one more shot.”

This was now already Jungkook’s fifth attempt. He slowly moved the claw machine diagonally in the direction of the plush, shifting his focus from the angle to the claw to the angle of the bunny’s location on top of all the other plush animals. He concentrated on the bunny as if that was the only thing that mattered to him in the world, and when he was confident enough to push the “drop” button, you could see his eyes widening as the claw unexpectedly picked up the bunny and dropped it off into the square hole, indicating Jungkook’s success, once and for all.

“YES! FINALLY!” His giddiness and glee was evident and you, too, were as shocked as Jungkook when you saw the bunny in his grasp.

He handed it to you nonchalantly and your smile brightened, content with a new addition to your plush collection.

“Are you happy?” he asked, seeing your smile. “That little thing was worth almost $20.”

“Hey, no one told you to spend that much money on a stupid claw machine game.”

“That’s true... but whether it’s a simple plushie or the most expensive diamond wedding ring in the universe, I’m gonna spoil you with my heart’s desire.”

Your cheeks flushed red and with that, you walked, Jungkook’s hand in one and your bunny in another... knowing that you were the luckiest girl in the world.

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coaxionunlimited · 5 years

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RvB Fic Recs - AO3 Edition

This is going to be a highly eclectic and very personal list of fics that I liked during my recent RvB fic binge. Most of them are going to be a little obscure, but there’s no hard and fast theme.

AI: The logistics of sharing your head with an untested computer program that feels things have always fascinated me. These are fics about getting comfy-cozy with the stranger in your head. Spartan-B240 by eggstasy: Tuckington Halo 5 AU where Tucker is the voice in Wash’s head. I really love the build of Tucker and Wash’s relationship here, how they’re both trying hard to help each other, how Tucker makes Wash feel like a real person, how Wash is really and obviously gone on him. And also this approach to the logistical difficulties of falling in love with an AI program. The sequel is incomplete, but worth a read, especially for the Church+Caboose friendship in the first and last chapters.

Proper expression of emotion in bra-ket notation by thought: York and Delta are picking a lock, and hey, did anyone do research on how to stay within the safe limits of your AI’s capabilities? No? Oh well.

2-1 by QueSeraAwesome: In which Delta definitely does not have feelings OR insecurities about his relationships with York, and someone should probably be keeping an eye on Sigma.

Prepared by Blueberryshortcake: Delta invades York’s dreams. Short - but worth it for protective (and subtextually anxious) Delta.

South & Theta by madelinescribbles: Did someone say South redemption arc? Well, even if that someone wasn’t you, you have to admit you’re curious about what would happen if South and Theta talked to each other. Or dealt with their grief over North’s death together. Same difference. Incomplete, but that’s never stopped me.

Tuckington Borderlands AUs where Tucker is a Siren (don’t worry you don’t really have to know anything about Borderlands to enjoy these): … okay look, I realize that this is a very specific category name but in my defense [AIRPLANE TAKES OFF, OBSCURING THE REST OF THE SENTENCE]. Nothing Good by BoxOnTheNile: In which Tucker also has issues! There’s not enough fics about Tucker being just as banged up as Wash on the inside, and you know you’ve been looking for it. I really love Tucker’s other friendships in this fic, the sense that he’s really built a life for himself, and the slow give and take of trust between him and Wash really butters my biscuits. There’s another oneshot in this series, and the last chapter of BoxOnTheNile’s RVB Trans Week compilation (Be Someone (That Makes You Happy)) is also in this 'verse.

No Hero to Call Home by bismuthBallistics: In which Tucker is a mechanic and his favorite person in the world is the guy who comes in every three months to get a tune up on his prosthetic leg. Too bad Wash didn’t get that memo. Read this for some Really Excellent Tucker pining, and also for Tucker really caring about Wash and trying to take care of him, and also for Wash cooking for Tucker, and also the way they resolve Tucker getting frustrated with Wash’s general inability to friend really rings true, and also - look, I could keep going for a while here. Read this fic.

Locus Angst and Rehabilitation: Think Wash angst, except clearly superior because there’s more Red Team. I’ll Tell You My Sins and You Can Sharpen Your Knife by illumynare: Incomplete, but all three of four chapters are full of that Good Shit. Did you want Locus being unable to cope with basic kindness? Did you want pining for friendship? Did you want to be really, cripplingly sad about Locus? This is the fic for you.

Vanished Marvels by BoxOnTheNile: Oneshot, Simmons and Grif take care of an assassin. Some comfort for all the hurt you got from reading that last fic :D. Comes as part of a series, with an incomplete Locus/Grif/Simmons sequel and a Tuckington prequel, in case you needed some more ex-supersoldier h/c.

Green is Definitely a Shade of Red by Prim_The_Amazing: Does anyone else think it’s really unfair that Blue team gets all the ex-supersoldiers? If you do, this is your fic. In which Locus is totally, absolutely, and definitely not enjoying getting adopted by the Reds. Honestly. Contains 200% more shenanigans than your average Locus fic.

Series Recs: Because not every fic is standalone. Blood Gulch Freelancers by eggstasty: What if the Blood Gulch Crew were a part of Project Freelancer? Read it for good mom Carolina, Caboose’s tragic backstory, and Allison being alive, which makes everything much less fucked up. … As long as you don’t look too hard, that is.

Five Reds and a Baby by a_taller_tale: Sarge ordered a baby from a catalogue, and it turns out to be a clone of Grif, and - look, it makes sense in context. 100% pure Grimmons, Red Team, and baby fluff.

flying and burning by tumbleoutyourhair: Mostly tuckington oneshots, with a couple of grimmons ones. Contains a lot of That Good Wash Angst, especially thirteen and fourteen.

Zombie Immunity AU by HappyFunBallXD: Grif has an immunity to zombies and a plan - too bad life is getting in between him and Alaska. The main fic in the series is unfinished, but there’s plenty of Blood Gulch Crew zombie shenanigans and grimmons to go around.

Coffee Shop AU by mumblybee: Look, I got into the fandom in 2014, I have a horrible, horrible weakness for sad yorkalina. This is a modern au, featuring coffee and being a sad millennial.

Did someone say dorkalina? An OTP? In this economy? It’s more likely than you’d think. Satellite Mind by eponymous_rose: The Director didn’t consider the impact of AI on his Agent’s sex lives. At least, we hope he didn’t. York and Delta negotiate boundaries, Carolina helps. NSFW.

We Were Up All Night Talking Trash And Wasting Time by thought: Project Freelancer is falling apart, Carolina and York have sex about it. Delta helps. Sad and poetic, my favorite kind of fanfiction.

Opacity by bismuthBallistics, red_as_ever: Urban fantasy, plotty. York goes blind, Carolina helps. Delta is alternately a solution and an obstacle, and no one escapes a clash between the fae courts unscathed.

Carolina Genfics: Because Agent Carolina, man. Wash and Locus aren’t the only supersoldier assholes who need a redemption arc. Banana Bread Bonding by Aryashi: Agent Carolina tries to get Grif to teach her how to relax. Hilarity ensues. If that doesn’t make you want to read it, consider that it’s tagged “Co-Authored By Carolina's Ability to stalk people until she gets what she wants”.

Kiss My Bright Red Ass, Sir by Hinn_Raven: In which Carolina was Sarge’s daughter the entire time. Much more serious than it sounds and a fair bit sad - but if you’ve ever thought to yourself “man, I wish Carolina had a better family situation” this is the fic for you.

A Field Guide to Haircare in Wartime by saltsanford: In which the Reds get Carolina some self-care and forgiveness. If you liked Vanished Marvels from the Locus section, you’ll like this.

Regret the Poor Children (Raindrop Remix) by PlayerProphet: In which Carolina gets a jumpstart on her redemption arc, and Wash gets help a little earlier. If you wanted Freelancer to end a little better, read this fic. It’s not a happy fic, but you get the sense that things are going uphill from here.

This Man Looked Exactly Like Natalie Portman When He Was 13 by eggstasy: THE Carolina & Caboose fic. This one’s got it all, folks! Carolina trying to change for the better, Carolina & Epsilon bromance, backwardses and forwardses and all the complications that come with finding yourself in the middle of a redeption arc, and finally, a happy ending.

Time Travel and De-Aging: I’ll admit, I haven’t read extensively in this genre in RvB, but here are some of my favorites. put your curse in reverse by Sroloc_Elbisivni: PFL-era Carolina gets de-aged. Hilarity(?) ensues. Read for Freelancer team as family, really awkward dramatic irony (toddler Carolina calls Tex momma, for a start), and all your Maine and Wash being good with children needs.

Asphodel Meadows by Hinn_Raven: Tex lives! She also travels forward in time to the Chorus era, and fixes things, because she’s a badass like that. Read this for massive Tex bromance feels, and because you wanted Tex to live.

Hit and Run by creatrixanimi, RiaTheDreamer: Not technically time travel or de-aging, but teenaged Grif siblings in Project Freelancer really feels like it fits here. Contains parental unit 479er, Freelancer babysitting shenanigans, and North stealing children. Because you know he would. Incomplete.

(Change the Past, Choose the Future by Zoomda and The Red and Blue Home for Lost Fat Kids by ShadyJane both fit in this category, the former being Wash and Carolina time-travel fix it and the latter being de-aged Captain Grif, but since I haven’t finished either (and neither are finished), I can’t exactly write up a rec. Still, here they are, for the adventurous or desperate among you.)

Misc: Fics that don’t fit into the other categories. Outpost #1 Apartments by nan00k: Not your momma’s superhero au! Church escapes his dad/the Director’s highly unethical superhero program, and moves into Blood Gulch apartment complex. Mostly gen, focuses on Church recovering from all the crap he endured. Read this one for the plot, for the gentle build of some serious tension, and for some good Church friendships. Part of an incomplete series, the Carolina entry is next and is both complete and definitely worth a look.

Simmons Slipped Up So Hard He Needs Life-Alert by Lieutenant_Kader: Grimmons fluff! Grif sets up a movie date for Simmons, and it’s real cute. Contains twice your recommended daily dose of Star Wars and Tucker being a good bro.

Don’t Cross the (Time) Streams by Hinn_Raven: The Freelancers crash land in Blood Gulch. Chaos and confusion ensues. Watching the professional supersoldiers be out of their depth around the worst soldiers in the galaxy is completely hilarious.

#rvb #fic recs #tuckington #grimmons #agent carolina #this got long when I wasn't looking #dorkalina

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psycho-slytherin · 6 years

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Strangers ch. 18

You spend another wild evening with the guys, and Xiumin’s pet birds need tending to.

Pairing: Yoongi x (female) Reader

Word count: 1.5k

Genre: Fluff

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“Thanks again for doing this,” Xiumin says, plopping down and dangling his keys in front of you. You pluck them out of his outstretched hand.

“Of course. God forbid your birds be in need of anything over the weekend,” you tease.

“Hey, they’re high maintenance,” Xiumin protests. “Remember, you need to give them fresh fruit every morning and bird feed in the evenings–”

“Mmhmm. When are you leaving?”

“Friday– tomorrow.”

“Will I see you before you go?”

Xiumin checks his phone. “Maybe? I’ll let you know. You can’t come by tonight?”

“Yeah, I’m meeting some friends.”

Xiumin clucks his tongue. “Maybe another time. Hey, I have to get going to class–”

“I’ll see you later, then.” You kiss him sweetly before he gathers his things and leaves. In the four months since you began dating, it’s become a normal thing for your boyfriend to pop over so you could eat breakfast together occasionally.

You check the clock. You have a few minutes before Lisa’s supposed to pick you up, so where else would you go besides bed? You flop onto your mattress and sigh. You’ve been so unbelievably tired lately. Your phone rings beside you and you reach for it, smiling at the caller ID.

“Hello?”

“Hey, it’s Yoongi–”

“No, really?” you gasp. “I had no clue!”

You hear him chuckle on the other end of the line. “Sorry, habit.”

“Don’t apologize.” you lean back against your pillow. “What’s up?”

“Are we still on for tonight? The guys can’t wait.”

“Of course. How could I disappoint the children?”

“WE MISS YOU!” you hear Hoseok’s yell followed by Yoongi’s exasperated sigh.

“Am I on speaker?” you ask in amusement.

“No, he just has freakishly good hearing. It can get… kind of inconvenient,” Yoongi mutters.

“I really hope you’re not saying what I think you’re saying.”

“Get your mind out of the gutter, y/n.”

“Why? It’s so much fun down here.”

Yoongi clicks his tongue. “Are you physically capable of–”

“-Of not being the queen of banter? No, sorry, can’t say I am.”

“You’re so weird.”

You roll your eyes. “Love you too.”

Yoongi coughs loudly. “Anyways, Seokjin hyung is wondering what you want for dessert.”

“And you didn’t tell him that I worship anything chocolate?”

“In what form?”

“The yummy form.”

Yoongi sighs again. “You’re impossible.”

“Gotta keep you on your toes. I’ll see you tonight, yeah?”

“See ya.”

You stand and stretch, grabbing your bag as you get a text: Lisa’s arrived. You hurry down and hop into her car, buckling up as she takes off.

“Y/n, darling, it’s been too long.”

“It hasn’t even been a day.”

“That’s far too long,” Lisa giggles. “So how’s everything going?”

“I mean, I’m trying not to fail history and Improv’s an easy A–”

Lisa tuts. “I meant, with Xiumin.”

“Oh. What do you want to hear?”

“You’ve been dating for literally forever! I need all the juicy details. Have either of you dropped the L-word yet?”

“No,” you admit. “But I might soon.”

“You love him?”

You think about your kind, charming, perfect boyfriend. You must be crazy, it’s only been four months, you’ve always been careful about your feelings, but– “Yeah. I really do.”

Lisa pumps her fist. “Woot! God, I ship y’all so hard I might as well write the fanfic.”

“Please don’t,” you laugh. You’ve read Lisa’s fanfiction– she deals in angst alone. “I actually want a happy ending, you know. All your fics mean someone ends up heartbroken or dead or worse.”

“How do you get worse than dead?”

You stare at her. “Remember the BIGBANG fic from freshman year? Where Daesung was a painter and–”

“Ohmigod stop! We are not reliving Blank Canvas ever again.”

“If you say so,” you grin.

“I dunno how you’re dating a painter after all that trauma,” Lisa shudders. “Isn’t that what he’s going away for?”

“Yeah, there’s some art exhibition down in somewhere, and he and his roommate are leaving tomorrow for the weekend. Which means I take care of his birds.”

“Hey, birds are cute,” Lisa shrugs as she parks her car. “Oh, can we hang out tonight?”

You shake your head. “Sorry, I’m gonna be with some friends.”

“You have friends that aren’t me? Are you sure they’re real?”

You laugh. “See you later, Lisa.”

Your classes are dull, and by the end of the day you’re half dead inside. As soon as you get home you chug a cup of coffee– you want to be fully awake tonight– and settle in to do homework for a few hours before checking the clock and yelping: you’re supposed to be at the guys’ place soon. But what to wear? A few minutes later–

“Hello?”

“Lisa, help, what do I wear?”

“For tonight? Is it formal?”

“No, but my friends always dress like supermodels and I don’t want to look like trash in comparison.”

“Oh, huh. Wear that pale pink blouse– you know, the one with ruffles that makes your boobs look bigger?”

You sigh at Lisa’s priorities. “Fine. What else?”

“The black button-up skirt. You’ll look fire.”

You crack a smile. “That’s dope.”

“Have fun tonight, hon.”

Fifteen minutes later you’re settled in the black car on your way to the apartment. As usual, you have to sneak in through the back door of the basement, but it’s worth it to open the door and see seven grinning faces, Yoongi in the center of them all.

“Y/n!”

“It’s been forever!”

“Aish, it’s so good to see you.”

You blossom under the attention. “I’ve missed you guys.”

“You’re too cute!” Hoseok wraps an arm around your shoulders. “I’m officially adopting y/n as my little sister.”

“We’re the same age, you nerd.”

“I’m older by a few months. Therefore you’re my little sister.” he waggles his eyebrows. “Gonna call me Hobi-oppa?”

You smirk. “Only if Kookie has to call me noona.”

“Can we not with the honorifics?” Namjoon asks, pushing past the maknaes and giving you a one-armed hug. “It’s good to see you, y/n.”

“Although it’d be better if we could eat, too.” Taehyung mutters, and the group laughs.

“Dinner is served,” Seokjin announces. “Let’s get started.”

The meal is delicious, and you eventually sit back with a full belly. “Yum…”

“The night is young,” Seokjin says.“And the chocolate cake won’t be ready for a while.”

“Truth or Dare or Drink!” Jungkook cheers. “Please?”

“You know y/n can’t hold her liquor,” Yoongi says.

You sniff indignantly. You don’t have classes tomorrow; what do you have to lose? “Someone hand me a shot glass– let’s play.”

Regret.

That’s what you feel as you wake up, still dressed– how did you get home? You blink sleep out of your eyes and smack your lips. Ow. Your head hurts and your back hurts and everything hurts.

“Ugh…” you groan. You’re so nauseous that it feels like your stomach is doing gymnastics, and… you’re missing a shoe? What happened last night?

You roll over and rub your temples to quell the pounding headache. When that doesn’t work, you blink a few times and scan your bedroom. You might be wrong, but… nope. You’re definitely missing a shoe.

On your bedside table, when your sluggish gaze finds it, is… what? Some painkillers and an energy drink await you, alongside a note.

Dear hungover y/n, the note reads, feel better and take care of yourself. Love, drunk y/n.

PS: Hoseok has your shoe.

You knit your brows. Drunk you’s handwriting is so different from yours, and yet so familiar…

Ugh, thinking hurts. You swallow some painkillers and chug the entire energy drink before rolling over and falling back asleep.

When you awake again, it’s already dark out and you feel a thousand times better until you realize: shit– the birds! It’s Friday night and Xiumin’s such a morning person that he probably left for the exhibition hours ago, which means you need to hustle over to feed his birds before your shift at the cafe. Luckily Xiumin’s apartment is only a short walk away.

You bundle up and quietly make your way to his place, using the key he gave you to unlock his door before slipping inside. As soon as you enter, Xiumin’s four birds begin squawking and fluttering, but not even the chirrups and rustles can hide the other sound coming from down the hall. You hear an unmistakably rhythmic squeaking of bedsprings accompanied by pants and moans.

“Oh my god…” you hear a woman’s breathy cry. “Fuck! You’re so good, fuck…”

You go red in the face as you hold your breath, desperate not to make any noise. Does Suho have a girl over? Xiumin had told you that his roommate would join him at the exhibit this weekend. Maybe he changed his mind? You tiptoe over to the bag of bird feed, the girl’s moans ringing in your ears as you quietly, quietly scoop feed into the birdcages. You’re about to leave and close the door behind you when you hear a tired, fucked-out, very familiar groan: “You’re so beautiful, fuck…”

Your heartbeat stutters at the voice. Xiumin?

A/N Sorry if this chapter was a bit dull, I know it was kinda dialogue-heavy. As always, I appreciate any and all feedback y’all may have, so feel free to drop me an ask to express your thoughts. Thank you for reading!

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skullssales · 5 years

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🐵 Eve’s HILARIOUS First Visit Zoo Visit! 🐅

We will the zoo. It’s not moving mother. I don’t consider that’s real. They’re so adorable. I wish I would have one of those. Do we get an otter? Ok, all of our chores are performed. Are you ready? Sure. We’ll the zoo. Every day is a zoo in our residence. I believe I am going to leave a few of them there. You believe we would get a great deal on them? I don’t even care if I get money. I’m simply shedding my kids off at to the zoo, given that a few of them belong there. Feel me. Have you ever been to the zoo? No. Is that this your first time to the zoo? Abby, you desired to work for your math homework? Writing. Writing. I have a present for you two. You in a position? Yay. Now not you. It isn’t clothes. Whenever I wish to provide my children a reward, they are like, it’s garments. I think garments are enjoyable. If you neglected the video, Abby and Julie ought to do summer time university this year. This is for cursive writing, the two of that you could cut up those up.

That is for doing your math. And this can be a math notebook, Julie for you. I have got to get you a math pocket book, or that you could… And then these are your cursive books, don’t seem to be these so cute? I would like this… You can scratch them and smell them. That you could? Thank you mother. Thank you. I haven’t any thought. You’re on this one? Wrestling? Wrestling. Be definite children say handiest two syllables. Web-tling. I guess you say that so that you recall that there’s a ‘t’. Who says it like that? No, I don’t suppose it can be speculated to pronounce that means, but you say it so you understand how to spell… No one says wrest-ling. Nobody says wrest-ling. Russell, it is time to go to wrest-ling. However, when you say it that manner, then perhaps you can keep in mind the right way to spell it. Mom, that is fun. I’m learning the right way to spell. Let’s examine. Wrest-ling. Wrest-ling.Wrestling. I will be able to obviously inform your handwriting needs some work. I suppose that as I’m going on, my handwriting is going to get higher. So at the end of the summer time, with a bit of luck, you can be on the finish of the notebook.

And you can be capable to seem and go, Wow. Seem how excellent I’ve come to be. See how much better it is, right? Ok. Julie, you’re executed with your math? I suppose my lips… Are my lips very red at present? I think, at any time when I see the digicam, – I get like a little bit stunned. – Let me see. Am I stunning with my lips? I have been very wholly impressed with the attitude of Abby and Julie. They are not accomplished with school but, however they’re getting an early start on their summer school. And I am very happy with them. They are now not discouraged in any respect. They’re simply focusing on working tougher.

i’m a bit of frightened that we got here. And it’ll rain us out. I consider it can be a excellent thing. It could keep the crowds down. That is high-quality. Abby, do you wish to have to head use her jacket? Go take hold of it. They are most often like, The Franke’s are terrible. We do not want go. This was once our recommendation, to head on the rain. Mother, why? We’re having a man to man here. I have to act like both quite young guy or a rather ancient guy. Let me understand what works out for you. Nothing works. Nothing will work. While you work with teenagers, it alterations every 2d. It does. Mom, it is looking at me. This may have been an extraordinarily… I want to go house. We all wanna go house. That is actually turning first-class. It’s watching at me. It can be no longer moving mom. I do not suppose that is real. It’s. It can be real. It is simply, Oh, oh wait. It just moved its head. Oh yeah, that’s real. Eagle. Eagle. You’re a strange individual. Water. They’re so lovely. I wish I would have one of those. The children are gonna go dwelling trying extra pets.

I feel it’s time to go. Will we get an otter? We will have to have stroller racing. Oh, it is adorable. They use to have… He’s so fluffy. It’s just a bit freaky to peer this undergo this close to my youngsters, with handiest this small factor of glass between them. Did you get it? What did he do? Right there. Did he lick your face? He tried to eat me like, His whole mouth used to be like over your head. Oh, my gosh. It was once like Your daughter just about obtained eaten via a polar undergo. Hide. You’ll be able to under no circumstances comprehend it’s me. Johnny, the tigers have escaped. We gotta get out of right here. Let’s go. They can’t seize us now. I would love to see Johnny take you down. Perhaps, possibly no longer and you suggestion the zoo was wild due to the fact of the animals. Oh, no no. Oh, seem at on the little one Chad. He wants a nap? Those kicks can kill you. And there isn’t any gate. It might kill us. And you’ll have got to be a… Fluff your feathers. There you go. It’s working. It’s working.

This thing is going to go ape in every single place my kids. Eve, scoot again. Oh, yeah, transfer… There’s no cage, so did that mean they are able to get… We’re so finished. That thing has claws, so I’m just announcing… Wow. Wow. They may be beautiful. Chad just goes, I suppose that the gorillas are bare. I’m like, Chad, the entire animals listed here are naked. Do not do that. That is a bad concept. He is scratching his butt. These enamels are frightening. Oh, hey there. You look kinda lovely. Hello. Thanks for coming to the zoo. What’s your favorite animal at the zoo? I want to be trying. Chad, get on. Hurry, earlier than it starts. Ok, you guys, the rain stopped, and our patience has run out, that means it’s time to go residence. Thanks for watching. Bye. These are poles that you simply gotta get off them. Get off. .

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