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quodekash · 6 months

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I could literally fall asleep any minute but im nothing if not sleep deprived and watching my favourite gay little shows!

hey nawa, I see you looking at guy as he struggles in the room on his crutches

you should kiss him

I think that you should absolutely just slam your face into his

give him another injury but its not really an injury it's just a hickey

(we're less than a minute into the episode and im already begging guynawa to make out, we're off to a great start)

we all know this is a complete lie, we've seen the trailers, we know what's gonna happen

but that doesnt mean it doesnt hurt my sad little gay soul

sailom what the hell

no way

you are not quitting school

is that a frikin letter of resignation or smth? can you even do that?

I love that solution and I wish it were a possibility but sailom's gonna say no, of course he's gonna say no, because the stupid bastard doesn't like accepting help for free

he doesn't understand the concept of FRIENDSHIP and FAVOURS

BITCH YOU CAN ACCEPT HELP, YOU'RE ALLOWED TO ACCEPT HELP, THEY ARE SO SO WILLING TO HELP AND GIVE YOU MONEY AND SCHOLARSHIPS AND PLATONIC LOVE AND H E L P

O4EKLGHNVWOERISDLGI HE MAKES ME SO ANGRY I HATE HIM

guy's right, and I hate sailom so much for it

BUT THAT'S THE THING, he WONT ask for help, theres no way in HELL that he'll ask for help

which is precisely how he ends up getting shot at, alone on a street corner, and why kang will have to rescue him on his bike, and why sailom will stand in the bathroom with kang holding a blanket over him as he sobs 'I have no one left'

its not that you have no one left. it's that you wont accept the help from the people who love you

(and also your brother kind of abandoned you and your parents are dead and your boyfriend also kind of abandoned you and yeah anyone would definitely feel alone in that situation so he's perfectly valid, but also ALL of his friends are offering help, his teacher is offering help, and he's accepting NONE of it)

HUG TIME

OH MAN IM ALREADY SOBBING

I LOVE MEANINGFUL GROUP HUGS SO MUCH

this could be one of the last times that they see sailom for a really long time. theres no way I could possibly be sadder holy frick

I SPOKE TOO SOON

WHY MUST THERE BE FLASHBACKS

WHY

I HATE EVERYTHING

y'know, I really thought he might hug him. but nope. he wrenched that pin off his shirt and took my heart in the process.

OMG

YES

THE PERFECT THING TO MAKE ME REMEMBER WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE HAPPY

GUYNAWA TIME PLEASE GUYNAWA TIME

NOOOOO THE SCENE CUT BEFORE NAWA WALKED INTO THE LITTLE ROOM THINGY TO TALK TO GUY IM SO MAD

well, not really mad

mostly just sad

bitch wth

of COURSE he's not frikin doing alright

omg he's here too?

go talk to your boyfriendddd

and also ANSWER MY QUESTIONS PLEASE IM BEGGING YOU IM SO CONFUSED GIVE ME ANSWERS

awh :(

thank you krup ;-;

this man is lovely

not just for this but also just in general

but also his actor is the freaking DIRECTOR who is RESPONSIBLE for a LOT of my anguish so we can't be too nice to this guy

oh look at that. the shooting scene is right about to happen

I was expecting it to come later on in the episode but this works too I guess

who the hell are these guys???

they dont say a word

what the hell is going on

thank you kanggg

where did he come from tho

how'd he know where sailom was and that that was happening? did he just HAPPEN to be in the area?

or is he tracking sailom's phone just to make sure he's safe cos like he already got drugged once

hey man, have you ever heard of a little thing called dodgeball?

shocking, I know, but it IS possible for a gun to have been fired, and for the person being fired at to not actually get shot

I can't think of a single reason why sailom would make up this story. like sure you could argue that hes just trying to get an enemy/rival convicted, but he very explicitly stated that he has no idea who tried to shoot him, so it can't be that.

why the hell are you suspicious my guy?

acab is real man, holy frick

how do you know they're all fake tho?

maybe all of them were real reports and you're just an ignorant arrogant piece of shit who doesn't think people under the age of 20 are capable of being truthful

I hate this guy so much

OH MY-

NOW HES STARTING TO SOUND LIKE FRIKIN UMBRIDGE

I WAS IRRITATED BEFORE, BUT NOW IM ANGRY

deep breaths, deep breaths, in and out in and out, lets not destroy our laptop today

thATS WHAT I SAID!

I feel that

im so sad man

oh would you look at that. ive been impaled.

yeah that whole scene was a trainwreck for me. I am very much not even slightly okay but its fine

OHHHHHHH

that makes sense

WHAT

ANSWER MY QUESTIONS BITCH

WHAT DOES THIS MEAN? WHAT DOES THAT MEAN? WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT? WHAT ACTUALLY HAPPENED THAT NIGHT CMON MAN IM SO CONFUSED

the way they fall back into old habits, kang's arm draped over sailom ;-;

I ran out of images as per usual, BUT im halfway through the episode when it happened, as opposed to like ten minutes through, so that's a nice change of pace

#quodekash disregards sleep because of dangerous romance #dangerous romance #dangerous romance series #dangerous romance the series #kanghansailom #kangsailom #sailomkang #sailomkanghan #guynawa #marcwin #marc pahun #win pawin #perthchimon #perth tanapon #chimon wachirawit

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imsointobooks · 3 years

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OKAY JUST IMAGINE:

Nesta, Emerie and Gwyn are having a sleepover. So they are all in Nessian's bed and cuddling.

In Azriel's room, Cassian is trying to cuddle with Azriel aand he's letting him half - heartedly (Because he wants to be macho and doesn't like to cuddle while sleeping but he still likes cuddles so can't give them up). The dynamic is pretty calm here because 500 years of the sleepover.

But the Valkyries? It started with Emerie making them sleepy because she's tired and is starting to have a hangover (drinks with Mor). But turns out Nesta is now sharing Cassian energy. And used to pillow talk.

So Nesta blurts out a random existential dilemma question and Emerie is yelling shut up. But then Gwyn pipes up after 5 minutes about how truly the theory is possible.

And then its over. Nesta and Gwyn have started a debate on the merits of having a water proof book or glow in the dark ink at BLOODY 3 AM. And no matter how much she pushes the pillow against her ears or her hands in their faces they just won't shut up.

Suddenly there is a dark lump with a pillow barging in to Azriel's room and shoving the bat boys away from each other and slamming face down on the bed between them.

Azriel and Cassian have wide eyes with fear with Truthteller in Azriel's hands and a sword in Cassian's.

"Cauldron relax I am sleepy and a lesbian. Just fricking let me sleep." Emerie mutters at their shock and promptly starts to softly snore.

Azriel and Cassian look at each other for a minute, a conversation of 'what the hell just happened?' 'where are the rest of these hellions?' silently passing between them. They promptly shrug and lay back down on Emerie's either side, covering her with their wings as she lets out a satisfied sigh.

The peace doesn't really last because annoying Emerie was half the fun of the midnight debate. Plus glow in the dark ink obviously won.

So 30 minutes later there are two other valkyries standing in the doorway snuggled up with blankets around their shoulder. Cassian lets out a laugh at their forlorn expressions and then shifts to make space for Nesta as she promptly decides to settle next to her mate like a cat.

Gwyn is left standing in the doorway pouting at them all about leaving her out and then jumping in next to Azriel to try to join the snuggle fest, after Az beckons her in to with exasperation. He grumbles with one eye open but then his hands are sneaking around her waist as he holds her tight and then they are just spooning.

Gwyn and Nesta try to rile the others up again before Gwyn shuts up as Azriel threatens to leave the bed if they didn't quiet down (He wasn't going to miss out on sleeping with Gwyn and go away but they didn't know that).

Thankfully the bed is big enough for 3 Illyrians with wings (Bat boys sleepover is a thing), so all of them end up in spooning train which is how they wake up when they have to head out for training. Since then its pretty common to find any combination of people just snuggling together in a sleepover.

This is the justification Az and Gwyn try to give when Nessian walks in on them sleeping together, but "Its not a sleepover that's going on DID YOU TWO HAVE SEX?! ARE YOU TOGETHER? HOLY SHIT YOU ARE SO ADORABLE".

Gwyn is blushing up a storm trying to stammer out a denial, before Az groans into the pillow realizing they are not fooling anyone and proceeds to pull Gwyn down back to him in bed and pushes out Nesta with his shadows as they slap the door shut.

They wake up an hour later, with Azriel waking up Gwyn by slowly and lazily making his way down her with his mouth.

Emerie has never more regretted entering rooms without permission.

#gwynriel #nessian #emorie #gwyneth berdara #gwyn #gwyn x azriel #azriel #azriel berdara #nesta archeron #cassian #emerie #acotar #acosf #valkyries #nesta x gwyn x emerie #nesta x gwyn x emerie x azriel x cassian #cuddles and sleepover

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wheresmybuckyhoes · 3 years

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I am not sitting on you Bucky (smut)

Summary: You need to sit in Bucky’s lap for a car ride, and obvisouly he takes up the opportunity to do certain things to you

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader

Warnings: smut (18+), swearing, public fingering, pet names, using the metal arm very wisely ;)

Note from moi: I literally just had this idea and it’s so fricking hot so enjoy!

‘Everyone in the car now!’ Commanded Steve as he tossed his shield in the boot of the car, slamming it shut a lot harder than intended.

‘Rogers this is a party. You know... a thing to attend when you want to relax and take a day off. We aren’t on a mission, so chill!’ you laughed, gently shoving his arm earning sniggers from Thor and Bucky. You, Thor, Steve, and Bucky were going to a party in celebration of the success of your recent mission. Steve wouldn’t tell any of you what he had planned, despite the constant bugging from you and Thor. Bucky couldn’t care less what Steve had planned, as long as you weren’t going to Hydra’s base. The 4 of you made your way over to Steve’s old car. It was a beautiful shade of blue, although the paint was peeled and rusty.

‘Human cars are pathetic. In Azgard we have these amazing golden spaceships way better than...’ you heard Thor’s deep voice boom behind you. You narrowed your eyes as you approached the car. You couldn’t really tell what was weird about it due to the built up dirt on the windows, but something was off. You opened your mouth to comment on it before Steve cleared his throat awkwardly. ‘This car maaaay only have 3 seats due to an unfortunate explosion which ripped a hole through one of the back seats. Any chance you can fly Thor?’ Steve said, looking around. ‘If you think I’m going to FLY in this hot weather when I havnt even eaten yet today you are very much mistak...’ Thor began but was interrupted by a low voice from behind you.

‘Y/n can sit on me’ Bucky said calmly, as you turned around quickly to protest, trying to get a word out only to be cut of by Steve clapping his hands together. ‘Great! Right team let’s go!’ He smiled, getting into the drivers seat with Thor beside him. ‘I’m not sitting on you Bucky’ you said to Bucky, crossing your arms watching him lean against the car door, his eyes looking at you with a weird look. Almost lustful. He took a step towards you as you stared into his eyes, not daring to back down first. ‘Well you better princess, Cap just turned the engine on. I promise I’ll hold you tight’ he winked at you before opening the passenger door and getting in. You looked around at the empty street, flustered. If he thinks for one second you are going to enjoy this, he is very mistaken. You huff, and get in the car, quickly sitting on Bucky and shutting the door.

Steve and Thor were busy chatting away about beards and Loki, and you had been driving for half an hour with no problems. But as you looked out of the window, you suddenly felt a cold metal hand graze your thigh. You jumped at the feeling, only to feel Bucky use his other hand to cover your mouth and pull your head back, so his mouth barley touched your ear. ‘You look like you havn’t been pleased for a long time, y/n. Getting all flustered when I hadn’t even touched you yet. I think a princess like you deserves to feel good. So, you keep quiet for me, and I can help you out. Sounds good?’ he whispered in your ear, sending shivers all the way down your spine, feeling butterflies in more areas than one.

You were so confused and shocked at this sudden advance. You were friends with Bucky, even good friends. But to be honest, you havn’t been able to really get of since you started going on missions, being very busy, and you always caught Bucky staring at you when he had the chance. You were sure he also hadn’t been able to touch a girl in a while due to being just as busy if not more busy than you. So for some reason, you nodded slowly, moving your hands down either side of you, gripping his legs.

That was all Bucky needed. His strong metal arm moved to cover your mouth properly as his other, still strong hand smoothly slid down your waist. He slid it beneath your skirt, while still being above your panties. He kissed your neck as he began to gently rub your clit in slow circles, earning a small moan from you which was quickly muffled by his hand. Thor and Chris were still blissfully unaware as to what was going on in the back seat.

Bucky sped up slightly, feeling you soak through your panties very, very quickly. He leaned in to groan quietly in your ear ‘so wet for me already’. You rolled your eyes into the back of your head - not from the sarcasm but from the absolute pleasure you had just receive from the tingling hum of Bucky’s voice by your ear. Bucky was speeding up his circles, and you began to quickly feel the warm knot in your stomach begin to build up, nearing your release at a rather fast pace. You began to slightly shake, and as you began to breath heavier, Bucky decided it would be a great idea to pull his fingers away completely.

You wanted to scream but all it resulted in was your whining into his hand and you gripping his legs, trying not to cry. You were so close, and the lack of friction was torture. Bucky leaned in once more, grabbing your hair by the roots (so it didn’t hurt) and pulling your head back. ‘Did you want me to let you finish?’ he asked innocently. You nodded furiously, grabbing at his hand and trying to put it back in its place. ‘Very eager. Don’t worry, I’ll finish you off’ he smirked against your ear. Before you had time to question his snarky tone, hand still on your mouth, he inserted a finger into your very wet pussy, pumping slowly at first, speeding up as your adjusted. He proceeded to insert 2, quickly making the burning feeling build up again. You could feel his boner grow, pressing against your bum, and decided to slightly grind against him to tease him for edging you.

This made Bucky slightly buck his hips, groaning into your ear. ‘Shouldn’t have done that y/n’. He removed his metal hand to replace it with his juice covered one, inserting 2 metal fingers into you. It didn’t hurt, as you were very lubricated by your own juices, but when he inserted 3, you felt your brain explode. ‘Fuck fuck fuuuck’ you whined into his hand. He fingered your immensely quickly, holding you down with his legs on your legs as you squirmed on his lap from the over stimulation. He circled your clit with his thumb as he continued to finger you. You were being pushed over the edge now. He whispered in you ear, ‘cum for me princess’ as you felt the burning spread to your legs, and eventually reached your finish. You felt your whole body shake. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as Bucky sped up if that were even possible. Your body was burning, your stomach was tensing, and you felt wave after wave of pleasure, and the boner wasn’t helping you to stay calm. You could feel how big he was underneath you.

As much as the hand muffled your moans, you were still a tiny bit too loud. As you began to come down from the most intense orgasm you had ever experienced, Thor turned around. Your eyes widened, and you felt Bucky smirk behind you. Thor’s mouth fell open, seeing you a hot mess with Bucky’s metal arm down your pants, smirking like a man who had just won the lottery. ‘Holy shit’ You heard Thor say, but not quite see as you were still seeing stars. ‘What’ Steve asked as Bucky removed his hand and uncovered your mouth, grabbing you by the jaw and turning your head around to kiss you deeply. As you kissed Bucky, you felt him smile and laugh into the kiss as you heard Steve get more confused. ‘What?! Am I missing something here. I demand you tell me as your leader. What is happening. Thor? Bucky? Y/n?’ At the sound of your name you pulled away and giggled, deciding to push away your shame and wink at Bucky, turning to face Thor with a huge grin on your face. Thor in turn grabbed Steve’s shoulder giving him a rough pat, saying ‘Don’t worry Rogers, eyes on the road’. ‘No I’m missing something here. WHAT DID YOU DO BUCKY’ Steve said as his face reddened. ‘Nothing Steve, eyes on the road’ Bucky replied, making Thor and you giggle like little children.

The rest of the journey went something like that. You sat in Bucky’s lap, his arms wrapped securely around your waist. For the first time in your life, you felt truly blissfully happy and safe.

#bucky #Bucky Barnes #marvel #Thor #steve rogers #captain america #the winter soldier #Bucky Barnes smut #Bucky Barnes imagine #Bucky Barnes one shot #smut #fanfic #Bucky x reader #marvel smut #the avengers

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shoulda-been-a-redhead · 3 years

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Sammy didn’t realize that he wasn’t just pouring holy water on a demon possessing Dean... he was pouring it on his brother... who happened to be a demon. Castiel points this out and the repercussions are reverberating.

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“It’s not like it’s actually hurting Dean.” Sam passed it off with a careless sigh and put the pitcher on the table.

“It IS, Sam!” Cass shouted, not caring that the demon in their presence was delightfully enjoying this little spat and Cas’ own emotional state. “IT! IS!”

Sam stepped back, as if hit with a mental tidal wave. In a way, he was. His realization made him sick. He backed out of the room without unlocking his eyes from Cas’ stare. They heard footsteps running down the hallway, retreating.

“Well I guess—“

Cas stuffed a hand over Dean’s mouth before he could finish whatever dirty, insulting, sarcastic comment he was going to offer.

“Don’t even start with me right now.” Cas shook his head and took his hand away as he walked from the room without another glance at the demonic abomination his best friend had become. He slammed the warded door behind him.

Castiel found Sammy leaned over the toilet in the nearest restroom. He looked awful. He was a horrible seasick green and he had his injured shoulder propped on the bathroom trash can. He groaned when Cas came in. Cas’ sad-eyed stare bored into the back of his head.

“I didn’t—“ Sam didn’t know what he was trying to say. “I never thought about it— I just… I didn’t ever think about it. It’s actually him.”

“I know, Sam.”

“It’s just so— I didn’t—“ Sam let out a quiet sob instead of finishing his half-formed thought.

“I know, Sam.” Cas put a hand on Sam’s back in between his shoulders, rubbing softly.

“The water… It actually burns him. It burns him!” Sam gagged and threw up again.

“Yeah.” Cas nodded.

“I’ve been burned. I’ve been tortured. It’s awful. And now I’m doing it to him. Willingly. Without being forced to, Cas. I’m torturing my brother for no fricking reason.”

Cas continued nodding. Sam still hadn’t looked at him. He was kneading Sam’s shoulders slowly as Sam gagged and retched a few more times. “I know.”

“What if we’re killing him?”

Cas waited a second to gauge how harsh his answer would come out. It didn’t end up helping much when he answered, “We could be.”

Sam threw up again.

“I’m sorry, Sam.”

Sam put his hand on Castiel’s fingers on his shoulder, a silent thanks just for being there. No matter how aggravated Sam was with the way things were going, he was glad he wasn’t alone.

Suddenly the two heard yelling from the other room. A pained, agonized scream.

“Stay here.” Castiel left the room after making sure the bristled Sammy would stay put.

“Sucker.” Dean greeted him. Cas almost just slammed the door right back closed. But Dean spoke again. “Wait— wait.”

“What?” Cas was unimpressed.

“What’s happening to the annoyance in there?”

Cas groaned and started closing the door again.

“Wait!”

“No, Dean. I won’t let you make this worse for everyone.” Cas stayed a moment, door halfway shut, leaning on it.

“I was being… sincere.” It seemed hard for the frickin’ demon to even say the words. He shifted in his chair and gulped.

Castiel bit his lip and looked up at the ceiling, still refusing to look at the demonic issue. “He’s hurt. He’s not doing well. It’s your fault. Is that what you wanted to hear?” Cas looked over to him.

Dean shifted uncomfortably, looking down and seeming displeased with Cas’ answer. Instead of being concerned or nice, he mumbled, without any feeling or sincerity attached, “Serves him right.” Cas rolled his eyes and closed the door.

“Cas, wait!”

“What?!” Cas opened the door, annoyed. He accidentally looked straight at Dean. But his eyes weren’t black, like they had been constantly recently. Cas was caught in the stare.

“I… Tell him it’ll be okay,” he said, but then his eyes went back dark and he tilted his head down, staring at Cas and smirking.

“Hey, Blue Eyes,” it flirted, as if he didn’t remember the little demon-free moment he had just fallen out of.

“Black-eyed jackass,” Cas shot back as he shut the door a little less loudly this time.

Sam was upright when Cas got back to the guest bedroom he’d been in the bathroom of. He was sitting on the bed with his head in his hands. Alright— maybe not upright-upright. But he wasn’t on the floor throwing up.

“He’s fine. He just wanted me to come in there to annoy.”

“Define ‘fine’.”

“Not dying.” Cas closed one eye and squinched up his face as if he was thinking really hard. Sam let out a spiteful laugh. He sniffled and sat up, then stood and wavered a little before heading out into the hallway.

“Sam, just don’t.”

“I have to. It’s time for another dose of frickin’ medicine.” Sam didn’t seem pleased either.

“I’ll come with you.”

Dean’s arrogant smile was almost too much for Sam as he stared his brother down to establish dominance, unlike Cas, whose eyes skirted the sides of the room, going everywhere but the black eye holes in the middle of the devil’s trap.

“‘Sup, Sammy?”

“It’s Sam until you’re human, you asshole.”

“Drama queen.” Dean gave a dramatic look and a mocking toss of his hair.

Sam finally looked away to insert the syringe into his arm below a tourniquet. He sucked his red fluid with a small grimace, then when he pulled it out, he headed for his brother.

Dean squirmed, adrenaline rushing through his (un) dead body. He gritted his teeth when Sammy plunged the needle into his neck this time, instead of his arm.

Cas jumped when Sam stuck the syringe in. He was feeling more and more human by the day with his growing anxiety, cold, and fears.

“Aw, scared, Cas?”

Cas didn’t answer.

“Worried?”

Cas turned on his heel and started slowly making his way toward the door.

“What? You’re anxious? I can feel your fear. Your emotions are really frickin’ prominent. Are you sure you’re an angel?”

That made Castiel stop. He froze and turned slowly. “What did you just say?”

Dean smiled. “That got your attention.”

Sam began pushing the syringe’s plunger down and blood started mainlining into the demon. He tensed and growled. An unearthly screech came from somewhere— it sounded like it was from below the floor. It probably was. Cas looked back up at the ceiling, having a hard time watching something happen to Dean that he couldn’t control.

Sam finished and threw the syringe on the table, leaving without a look or comment.

The screeching stopped but a more human scream continued, then that ceased, too.

Cass looked back down to the demon, concerned. Dean’s head was hung and blood dripped from his ears and nose. His lips were red with wet blood and his breathing was ragged.

“Sam!” Castiel called, rushing toward Dean. He knelt in front of the chair and passed his fingers over Dean’s hand, squeezing it and pleading with him verbally to wake. He flipped hair out of Dean’s face and tilted his head up, holding it in a soft hand.

Sam was kneeling next to Cas in a few seconds. He noiselessly wiped some of the blood from Dean’s ears off his neck and checked his brother’s pulse. He shook his head.

“Dean?” Cas asked urgently. Dean’s head lulled back, exposing his neck and putting him in a terribly uncomfortable looking position. Cas stood up and took Dean’s finally-peaceful-looking face in two hands. “Dean, come on.”

Sam was behind Cas now, rummaging through the contents of the table of supplies.

“Dean, please,” Cas whispered softly, a little shake in his voice. Dean’s green-irised eyes fluttered open and his breathing started up again without so much as a gasp. “Oh, thank God.” Cas crumbled and hugged Dean, shameless.

“Dean?!” Sam was just as surprised and elated.

“What happened?” Dean coughed, looking at Sam confusedly over Cas’ shoulder.

Sam shook his head and smiled, tears accidentally gathering in his eyes. “Don’t worry about it.”

...,,,...

“Cas?”

“I’m sorry. I’m just so glad you’re okay. And back.” Cas pulled away and stood up.

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belle-keys · 3 years

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I Love Matthew Fairchild aka Incoherent Thoughts about Chain of Iron (2021) by Cassandra Clare

I made one of these rant-rave reviews for SJM's book so check it out if you want, no pressure tho lmao.

Aight so I finished Chain of Iron last night and OMG I HAVE TO YELL like I loved it sooo much like yooo, I have a lot to say. I know the book is new so... beware for spoilers plebs.

Also context: I been reading the Shadowhunter books since I was 12 and I'm 19 now *insert dead emoji face* so yeah, I'm just so happy rn with where the Chronicles have come and the fact that they’re still ongoing *insert uwu face*. I remember when in like 2014-2015 or something when Cassandra Clare teased that Will and Tessa's kids' generation was gonna get a trilogy set in Edwardian London, loosely based on Great Expectations, and holy hell? I think that was perhaps one of the best days of my life considering how much I adore The Infernal Devices (that trilogy really changed the way I see YA literature... don't ask cus I won't shut up about it) (also yes I read TMI and loved it too but there's a “generation gap” between TMI and the other Shadowhunter books stylistically so don't ask me about that either cus I also won't shut up).

Anyway, shoo from here if you want a critical essay on Chain of Iron. I'm not providing that, this is just me raving here for the fun.

Listen... I want the bulk of this to just be two main things: The Matthew Situation, and then all the literary and judeo-christian meta aspects of it.

BUT I ALSO NEED TO TALK ABOUT EVERYTHING ELSE SO FRICK LET'S JUST START WITH THE OBVIOUS SHIT LIKE THE PLOT AND WHATEVER

Okay, the plot and writing and shit, let's get that out of the way:

The WHOLE Jack-the-Ripper-esque ambiance was just sooooo good man wow like I did not expect the book to take this cold turn but it worked so well. There was such a contrast between Jamie and Cordelia's warm little house and then the cold winter and the stabbings and shit and it felt like a nice little callback to the actual Ripper phenomenon that preceded them and a nod to the Whitechapel Fiend story from Tales from the Shadowhunter Academy.

Bitch OFC that whole thing with Wayland was a set-up like nawww that was too easy to spot and I get why Cordelia feels like shit about it.

Dawg Lucie was just the Among Us imposter here in that my girl was just venting and sneaking around with dead people and I was like nooooo girl run, don't deal with Fade this is a set-up THINK ABOUT JULES LUCIE THAT'S LIKE YO GREAT-GRANDSON *sobs* but yeah anyway my girl has death powers she gonna kill some bitches next book.

You see that confrontation between Lilith and Belial? MASTERPIECE DIALOGUE like this was the point within which I was just like "yo is this the book of Genesis or a YA Fantasy novel" like when Lilith said "I may have been cast out but I did not fall" like??????????????????? I YELLED she did not have to END Belial like that. What a bad bitch.

More on Lilith and Belial... "You, who brought nations into darkness? Shall I finally be able to tell the infernal realms you have gone mad, lost even the image of the Creator." HAHAHHAHAHA SHE SAID "YO BELIAL GO GET SOME THERAPY AND GET OFF MY ASS" LIKE??????

Ughhhh yasss Clare has improved writing diverse characters in this book compared to in The Dark Artifices in my opinion... I'm not gonna expand on it cus ain't nobody got time for that but like, I enjoyed how she wove Persian poetry and tales into the story and the way in which she writes Cordelia and Alistair. They're not caricatures of Persian people but rather multi-faceted beings who also happen to be Persian and I appreciate that. Also, Alistair and Thomas and Anna and Ariadne were just so fun and interesting to read as coupbles but also as individuals. She really higlighted diversity in a very natural manner. All I need is a hijabi character and I’ll die a happy woman lmao.

The level of META man like the references to Classics and art (I swear, she might have compared Matthew to angels out of Caravaggio AND Rosetti AND Boticelli paintings and I Am Living For It) and just all the quotes from holy books and shit omg I love it here like you really feel catapulted into the time period, she draws reference to external art and philosophy so well and I feel like she upped the notch on it in this book (didn’t know that was possible but it was the prose is BEAUTIFUL, archaic, but not pretentiously so). No, like the characters live in their OWN worlds of literature and art and history in the way we are living in THEIRS. They quote Wilde and Milton while we'll quote Clare. It's awesome.

This is an unusually structuralist take even from me but: I like the way the milieu social of the book, i.e., the high society Edwardian circles and their values, have a direct influence on the plot. James and Cordelia got married because society’s values essentially forced them to, not a demon. Cordelia abandons Jamie at the end of Iron because her shame as a woman in society and fear for her reputation made her, not a demon. Thomas and Alistair can't be together solely because of how Alistair tarnished the reputation of the Fairchilds and Lightwoods by using the horror of infidelity against them. Issues relating to marriage, gender roles, etc, stemming DIRECTLY from the time period rule the sequence of events to the same degree as the epic fantasy aspects (demons, Princes of Hell, the lore itself) do and I LOVE that dear God above.

OKAY THE GOOD SHIT LET US TALK ABOUT CHARACTERS AND SHIPS (N.B. but imma discuss Matthew and the Fairstairs situation separately below this portion):

Alistair's redemption arc: No, cus Alistair's redemption arc is honestly amazing. He really did change and it's not like his betterment as a person was linked to any one heroic deed but rather he simply decided he wanted to be better especially for his family and he decided to become a proper protective son, a caring brother, and an amiable friend. He fully owned up to his Malfoy tendencies and apologized without expecting forgiveness. He shows how he cares in the little ways and omg it's so sweet and tender. I really do want him to love himself now and be embraced by Matthew especially and the rest of the Thieves.

Dawg Lucie and Jesse are so funny to me like it's so hilarious how this girl fell in love with a whole ass ghost that no one else knows about like HHAHA. Are Lucie and Jesse my ult ship ever? Nah, but it's nothing to do with Clare, it's just that their relationship happened pretty quick and feels quite like something epicly romantic that Lucie herself would write. I just like slow burn and friends-to-lovers the most from Clare. To be honest part of me just wanted Lucie to not have a romantic arc all together but like, it's all good, I'm not complaining.

Okay Grace- like yooooooooooo I never hated her yunno. She has been abused and isolated all her life. It's not that she is a bad person, but rather that she does not know what being a person even entails. Can't even say she's a “doll” of a person cus she's never even been pampered like one by her family. I really started understanding her motivations since when they gave us her half-childhood with Jesse. I want better for her but cmon can she REALLY be saved???

GRACE X CHRISTOPHER *pretends to be shocked*... Okay, sometime in the middle of the Dark Artifices series some big brain put together a very thorough family tree of the families and like, it clearly showed that Grace and Christopher got married so like, lmfaooooo, I knew this was coming one way or another, but the journey to this ship is more important than the destination. Like in a way Christopher is such a cute baby lamb that it makes sense he'd end up being immune to her Grace-ness when he's just a cute little Einstein boiii. Like this is just so funny to me cus he's so oblivious to social conventions while she makes the milieu social her entire life so OFC it's gonna work. Like, this is such a worlds-colliding trope like just Give It To Me.

James and Grace - aw mannn Jamie just had me fricking wanting to hit a wall every two seconds cus like yooooooo every single time I think he and Cordelia are gonna stop being emotionally-constipated spouses, Jamie says some kinda shit like "omg me and Daisy are just friends uwu" like DO I NEED TO HIT YOU?????????? See I can't blame him for not slamming the door on Grace's face even tho he totes should- Jamie is so cerebral and kind that even if Grace wasn't using the enchantment on him, I think he would always be soft for her even if it isn't in a romantic way. There's just so much miscommunication cus like he said "Thank God" when she broke off the engagement with Charles and lowkey embraced her but it also wasn't his fault cus it wasn't even romantic BUT OFC IT LOOKED HORRIBLE TO CORDELIA like James literally never told the woman at least once that he loved her so OFC she thought she was back to square one with him dear God above what a mess. Not his fault, but she DID set down one rule for him: don’t cheat with Grace. And yeah even tho he hasn’t properly cheated, it must FEEL horrible to her cus she’s just been enduring the pain of their unrequeted love for so long :((

See imma just say it but if Cordelia thought that James didn't love Grace then she def would have confessed to him about her feelings right but like James, on the other hand, was delaying his own romantic confession cus he was BEING EMOTIONALLY CONSTIPATED and I can't even say the bracelet was solely to blame cus like my boi was just being so difficult omg I believe he should be lightly spanked by his three parents aka Will, Tessa and Jem *cries*.

Cordelia is such a MOM like she's so mature and stable and her self-preservation instinct? OFF THE CHARTS I love this woman like James definitely treated her well as a hubby but like I JUST WANTED HER TO HAVE CLOSURE ABOUT SOMETHING and boy oh boy she did get that closure she got it good but not from the person she expected in the LEAST *hehe* *pelican screeching*... like Lucie was being sus with the whole ghost business and James was being just, quite a case, dealing with Grace and Belial right and I don't blame them at all for their secrecy and shit but her FATHER DIED and her friends were hiding a lot from her so in a way she turned to Alistair for help but he could only do so much cus of his own pain (she couldn't even talk to her mom cus she's pregnant and she doesn't wanna stress her right) and then there was this emotional block between her and Jamie, Lucie was often absent and conspiring with the dead... the last person remaining was HIM (imma discuss this soon), but yeah my heart just went OUT to her cus she's tryna save herself and her family and she just doesn't know what to do. That's why I love the way her mom told her to stop holding herself back for others and live her own life. Like Cordelia grew on me so much cus in Gold she undoubtedly was a strange Elizabeth Bennet-wallflower hybrid and I... do not usually get attached to wallflowers but in Iron I feel like I finally understood that she was just tryna be unproblematic and self-preserving all along and nottt put her family and friends in a tough situation.... she reminds me of my mom personality-wise so yeah I’m totally rooting for her now that her *situation* in the past seems clearer.

Anna, Thomas and Matthew are such a SQUAD lmfaooooo like united in their gayness they'd be so unstoppable.

Will and Tessa are the most in-love of all the in-loves in this story and I respect that so much.

I lost a year to my life every time the romance between James and Cordelia got cockblocked. Like they were MARRIED and I thought they were gonna at least sleep next to each other at least once BUT NO James couldn't take a hint omg I'm actually gonna eat my fist and sob (but in retrospect, I think this serves a bigger purpose in terms of the narrative structure i.e. the interruption of all the spicy James and Cordelia action serves a bigger purpose which I think brings me to my next section, *exhale*)

Welcome to the Matthew Fairchild Enthusiast Club (this section is me talking out loud; it makes no sense):

bitch.

LISTEN TO ME LISTEN WELL I LOVE THIS BOY SO MUCH IMMA SCREAM I REALLY AM GONNA SCREAM MY FIST IS LITERALLY IN MY MOUTH *BACKFLIPS OFF THE ROOF WITH LANA DEL REY PLAYING*

Okay like where to BEGIN I think the Shadowhunter boy who I'm most attracted to is Julian while the one I love the most is Will but I think I see myself in Matthew the most. Like ever since that first story where the Thieves all met at the Academy then got expelled, I think that I just KNEW Matthew was destined to be epic. Plus the whole Wilde obsession? I’m no libertine myself but I just love his chaos and passion for life.

NO CUS HE'S SO WITTY AND SWEET AND EPIC AND YET SO SECRETIVE AND DEAR GOD ABOVE AHHHHH WILL HE SURPASS JULIAN FOR ME??? Ion even know but this is just sodjsgdwsdygyegydgef

Hear me out but I said after finishing Gold last March that I wanted this book to be Matthew's healing arc right so halfway into the book when I realized that we weren't getting all that good healing arcing I was confused just cus I thought it seemed natural to address all of his alcohol issues and sadness by now. LITTLE DID I KNOW CASSIE WAS SETTING UP A WHOLE OTHER ARC WITH HIM THAT I WOULD HAVE NEVER GUESSED WTH.

At first I thought Matthew didn't have feelings for anyone at all, and if he DID develop feelings unexpectedly, I fricking thought that maybe he's catching feelings for James, if anyone??? I mean, I did have some suspicions about Matthew from the get-go: like he's so secretive and as readers we think we know everything there is to know about him since we were all privy to the truth potion incident in his short story right BUT NO I GOT PLAYED AND I DESERVE IT SO BADDDDDD.

Listen I hadn't shipped him and Cordelia simply because I never thought it in the realm of possibility but it MAKES SENSE as a ship... think about it: he never says what he feels, he flirts with her like he does with EVERYONE, he is kind to her in the way he is with EVERYONE. Really, Matthew is shippable with everyone, doesn’t matter if they’re taken cus that’s just what his Matthewnes allows for ya feel. There is such a beautiful irony that CORDELIA herself did not see this coming. Even the little teasers and hints in Gold have only NOW started making sense to me likejhss. I just felt like the hints in book 1 did not indicate to me that Matthew really harbored real romantic feelings for Daisy. I thought he was upset that James and Cordelia were being fakes, not a developing CRUSH on the woman fgs.

Not to mention that you usually sense a ship building when the emotional connection or sexual tension between the characters is made clearer but to me their FRIENDSHIP grew right but it didn’t feel like Cordelia was thought that she liked him or he liked her so that means me and Cordelia are clowns *together* 😤

Okay I was lowkey having SUSPICIONS but I immediately shut them down right... like firstly when he took her to the White Horse in his car and she went OFF and OFF and off about how she felt free for the first time? I thought Cassie was just tryna develop Cordelia's self-liberation arc through Matthew there. Heck, I didn't even think ANYTHING of it when Matthew confession to Cordelia about the "truth potion" incident at all cus I was like they're FRIENDS??? BUT now it's adding up now...

See when they were at the inn place and he was telling her that she doesn't in the least seem like a 100 year-old married woman? I was like hmmmm he's so sweet but why did Cassie phrase it like that like??? When Cordelia later reiterated that she thought Matthew's flirting was “meaningless”?? I was like hmmm kinda SUS tho. And then when he and James had their fight over the way Jamie kissed Grace like again I thought he was just like? ion know? mad at James for it but I didn't think he was in LOVE with Cordelia??? So I immediately put aside my slight suspicions. The probability that he had a crush on James at that point seemed more likely to me.

BUT THEN it started hitting me that every time Matthew drank, even before he explained his issue with the truth potion, that Cordelia would note it, she would worry about him, she would think of her father which seemed so poetic to me, history repeating itself and all that but this time you can FIX it??? Yeah, but again I didn't think the L WORD would be involved man???

Now imma sound like a delulu shipper here but it just makes sense they would develop feelings logically- reason being that it definitely is possible based on the way Cassie set up the story, like there's a combination of little “friend things” that can turn this into a proper ship: Matthew rescues Cordelia in the ballroom when Grace captures James' attention in Gold. Cordelia sees her father in Matthew all the time but knows now she has a chance to be there for him in the way she couldn't have been there for Elias (classic “history repeats itself” trope, she doesn't want Matthew drinking in Paris like dhshghdfhdhch). Cordelia tastes freedom for the first time when driving with Matthew. Matthew caught James and Cordelia making out in the room and was pissed but not even HE properly knew why then??? Umm, when she thinks James is forreal cheating with Grace on her she subconsciously goes to Matthew??? I also found it funny just how every intimate marital moment between her and James got interrupted somehow. Like, it's as if the narrative is just a living force REFUSING to let James and Cordelia as a ship be consecrated. Heck, every time Matthew is scantily clothed Cordelia notes it. LITTLE CRUMBS I TELL YOU LITTLE CRUMBS.

I tell you when Cordelia showed up to Matthew's flat I thought they were gonna f*ck as friends but I got SOMETHING EVEN BETTER SOMEHOW

THEY ARE GOING TO PARIS LA BELLE EPOQUE PARIS THE PARIS OF DREAMS AND ART LIKE??? FRICKKKKK I DID NOT SEE THIS COMING AT ALLLL MAN? I deadass thought the story would be restrained to the UK but like it MAKES SENSE the trope subversion MAKES SENSE.

“In Paris, with you, I will not need to forget.” SHITTRGEGGGDG

BUT CORDELIA LOVES JAMES TOO LIKE I CAN'T DENY THAT... where are we GOING with this like Matthew wouldn't lie about his feelings and yet Cassie wouldn't give us Matthew and Cordelia crumbs to only end it in the next book immediately for her to just ditch him for James. I mean she was clearly holding back on fleshing out James and Cordelia as a ship for this but to WHAT END??? Daisy feels wild and free with Matthew and she feels warm at home warm with James. I can’t advocate for the sinking of ANY ship here.

Imma say what we're all thinking: Is she gonna give us a Will x Jem x Tessa type situation where Cordelia gets both of them cus I'm not strong enough for this but I also think it'd be really funny if James gets a surprise bi awakening in the next books and then we get POLY even tho this would never happen, it’s actually impossible, because of the whole parabatai thing.

Listen I ship Cordelia and Matthew much more than Cordelia and James, not that I dislike James in any way tho. It's just: Matthew is so unrestrained and she's so composed. They seem like an unlikely pair so it makes sense that they hit harder for me. James and Cordelia have such similar personalities but I ALSO don't ship James with Grace at all so like?? Poly would be... ideal... but it can’t happen especially cus they are fricking parabatai... a Will-Jem-Tessa situation seems more likely but mannnn ion know what to expect. I just want FAIRSTAIRS to have their moment in Paris. I mean James and Matthew clearly don't abhor each other for this.

Take everything I say with several grains of salt, take everything I say with the whole Dead Sea actually, cus I damn well know that Matthew is so flirty and whatnot that I’d have shipped him with anyone in their little circle but now that she set him up with Cordelia it all feels so right?? I have wanted this man in a good relationship since he walked onto the page in Nothing But Shadows so-

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

I can't believe Cassia duped me like this omg, Matthew is gonna have his healing arc in Paris with Cordelia by his side like- THIS IS ALL I HAVE WANTED AND SO MUCH MORE. Question to yall btw: are you all as surpised at Fairstairs as me or did yall see it coming all along like smart people? Am I a lone clown? 🥺

BRUH okay criticisms of CC?:

Lmfao a part of me feels like I GOTTA say something bad about CC or the book but honestly I have no objective complaints about it as of now. Am I saying that it’s the PEAK of Young Adult literature and Urban Fantasy? I mean, I make no such claims tbh. I’m not here to be critical when I read as a hobby and when CC’s writing makes me happy regardless of how flawed some people see it.

Okay what next?

So like I’m excited for the adult high fantasy she’s releasing in the fall and whatever other works she might be releasing outside of Chain of Gold within the Chronicles.

As for TLH itself? Man I’m just VIBING like I suspect I will reread Chain of Iron soon and maybe one of the anthologies just because I am happy that this series actually happened after me waiting like 6 years for it when it was just a concept: a Dickensian retelling filled with poetry and culture and history and the conventions I so loved in TID at age 12. This is all I been wanting tbh. I’m just enjoying watching this series come to fruition for it to inspire and transform me in some way. I feel like in a way my coming-of-age aligns with that of these specific characters yet I ALSO feel like I raised Jamie since infancy. Wack.

MATTHEW AND CORDELIA IN FRANCE LA BELLE EPOQUE TO BE EXACT IMMA CRY I DID NOT SEE THIS COMING AND AHHHHHH. ALSO WILL AND JAMIE GOING TO CORNWALL TO GET LUCIE AND MAYBE BOND I LOVE WILL. HE WAS ONE OF MY DILF AWAKENINGS AT AGE 12 AND NOW HE’S HERE AGAIN IMMA CRY. I WANNA SEE MATTHEW GET HAPPY. AHHH.

Ending with a fun quote: “In the wise words of someone or other, there are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in your philosophy, Maurice.” 😉

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my favourite quotes from virals

The back-ass of Charleston. It's not so bad, if you aren't prone to loneliness. Which I am, but whatever. I've come to appreciate the legroom.

Kit's still not over the shock. I see it on his face every now and then. He'll wake up from a nap, or come up for air after a long stretch of work and literally jump when he notices me. That's my daughter. I have a daughter who is fourteen and lives with me. I am her father. Same shock for me, Pops. I'm working through it, too.

Kit and I attended service once. Took me ten seconds to see he'd never been there before. We made no second appearance. I hear the Big Guy's pretty understanding. I hope so.

I saw through his macho act. He was afraid I'd hurt him, but couldn't let on. Good. Be nervous, wuss.

"Well done, genius squad," I said. "I'm impressed."

Parallel tough guy nods. Man fix boat! Man be strong!

"What now?" I asked, hoping to divert the two from actually beating their chests.

"Monkeys are always funny. You pretty much can't go wrong with a monkey, right? Well, unless that monkey wants you dead or does needle drugs or something. Then it's a wrong, and a bad monkey."

"You did break that ATV." Ben, deadpanned.

"Right." Shelton's eyes rolled. "Shelton broke it. Not Ben and Shelton, because Ben is better at hiding in the woods. So only Shelton." He cuffed Ben's shoulder. "By the way, you're welcome, Blue." "I said I owe you one."

Head ass, if you ask me. That's where he kept his, most of the time.

Hi was busy explaining to Ben how many punches he'd absorbed before body-slamming the primate gang leader. His audience looked dubious.

"Good idea, finding a proper gown." Typical Hi sarcasm. "The Prom Queen has to look sharp. Vera Wang, perhaps? Or maybe something in Lauren Conrad?"

"Thanks," I responded dryly. "You'll still be my date right? Or will you have a playoff game that night? I'll understand; we need our star quarterback on the field."

"I'll let you know." Hi replied breezily. "I may be dining with Kristin Stewart. Or Bill Compton. Some vampire, I'm not sure which."

Then Ben and Shelton said they'd think about it. Following an impressive string of profanities, Hi consented to sleep on it.

"You're beginning to attract some real whack-jobs," Hi said when the two were out of earshot...

"Bro?" I teased.

"He caught me off guard." A touch defensive.

"Then we do it old school." Shelton flexed one twig arm. "Manpower!"

Hi raised a hand.

"Yes?"

"This sucks."

"Got it. Dig."

Shelton's response was less manly. Spotting the gruesome discovery, he yelled, "Grave, grave!" and scrambled from the pit. Hiram took one look and promptly upchucked.

"Don't be babies," I said. "Sometimes you have to touch the bones."

Ben sat beside me. Kit has remained on Loggerhead and Tom was driving the boat, so we were alone. For now. A bit of luck on the a day having none.

Embarrassed, I smoothed down corkscrew curls gone wild.

"Stop primping, Miss America." "Maybe you should start," joked Shelton.

Hi was top left, wearing Chuck Norris PJ's buttoned to his chin.

Simple. To the point. Ben Blue in a nutshell.

No bells, alarms, or whistles. Big break for the felon squad.

"Oh man, we're the worst burglars ever!" Shelton laid on the floor, defeated by the roller coaster ride of the last few days. "Forget it. I give up!" Ben popped Shelton on the head, conveying his opinion of surrender.

We pumped on. A shame no one recorded our record sprint times. Personal bests were undoubtedly set.

"Hiram, wake up man!" Shelton slapped Hi's cheeks, then rubbed his arms. Not exactly Web MD stuff. I gently eased Shelton back.

"That's Ben," Jason said. "He's the best. Bit of a talker, though." Ben glowered. I jumped in to diffuse. "This is my good friend Ben Blue."

I told Ben about my fainting spell and Hi's discomfort. He stepped back and covered his mouth with one hand. "I'll keep my distance. I've got enough problems."

"Thanks. Your sympathy is underwhelming."

"She's (Whitney) not that bad, right?"

"She's not trying to train you like a dancing bear."

"Ha!" Kit snorted. "Shows how much you know."

"Did you guys like the chicken?" I asked. "Mine was a bit dry." Dead silence. Then nervous laughter rose around me. It was music to my bruised ears.

"No biggie. Just breaking into Karsten's office and searching his files."

"Pfff." Ben pooched air through his lips. "I thought you meant something dangerous."

"If the old goat's still here, we're toast." Ben, always the optimist.

"Holy buckets," Shelton whispered. "Haul ass!"

"Meaning?" Ben asked.

"Neuro-anatomy is very complicated." Dismissive.

"So am I."

Recognizing the menace in Ben's voice, Karsten paused to organize his thoughts.

I was about to speak when I heard movement, a bark, then, "Oof."

"Coop votes to go right, too," Hi said. "At least, I think that's why he knocked me over."

And spotted Hi, jacket inside out, sneaking back up the steps. Frick.

"Hold it!"

Hi straightened, slowly turned, and trudged down to my bench.

"Oh, hey." Feigned nonchalance. "Didn't see you there."

"We're going to hell for this," I hissed. "What if Great-Auntie Syl blows our cover?"

"She's got dementia," Hi whispered. "She won't know the difference."

"That's horrible."

"People in these places love to have visitors. Even from fake relatives."

"Like I said. To hell"

"When did they build this monster?"

"1876." Shelton had a book on Carolina lighthouses. Of course.

Ben glanced at my scum covered arms. "Does it have a sink? A hose?"

Ha ha

"Perfect," I said. "Lead the way."

"Not a chance," said Shelton.

"Clean up," said Hi.

"Now," said Ben. "We'll wait." I stuck out my tongue but hurried home to scrub up.

My dirt-free attire got a round of applause. Ben whistled.

"Much better," Shelton proclaimed.

"I don't know." Hi pooched out just lips. "The avian excrement added a certain je ne sais quoi."

"Very funny," I said.

"Why would I not like that?" I asked.

"I wasn't finished." Shelton said. "I paused for dramatic effect."

"Let me think this through."

The boys rolled their eyes, but clammed up. They'd seen my concentration trick before...

"Ben may be right."

He raised the roof. I ignored him.

"If Chance catches you act love struck." Hi winked. "That'll work."

"Love struck?" Ben's brow furrowed. "What's he talking about?"

"Nothing. Wish me luck." Stupid Hi.

"What are you doing here?" I babbled.

"What am I doing here? I live here."

"She's going to say 'tonight', isn't she?" Shelton's chin dropped to his chest. "Every time I think I'm done for the night, Tory says we have to raid some fortress."

"Hiram!" Shelton ran to Hi's side. "Aren't you bleeding? I thought she shot you!"

"Tory can order me around inside my head." Ben said. "If that doesn't make us close, I don't know what does."

#hey sorry this post is so fucking long #i just re-re-read them and am in love (yet again) with these books #these are all from the first book btw #i kinda hate that the series and the first book have the first name #i'm gonna be making one of these for every book tho so deepest apologies #long post #virals #virals series #the morris island pack

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so my friend is on yes5

I post these partly for fandom entertainment and partly so i can look back at them later.

You know the drill, reaction highlights and all that

This was a while ago and i’m not going to scroll SUPER far so i’m just doing eps 5-7

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So at the end of episode 4, she said “i’ll watch one more so i can see the intelligence one join the team”. 👀👀

She’s begun commenting on all the fights like they’re pokemon battles. “Cure Mint used protect!” “Cure Lemonade used Lemonade Flash! Cure Rouge used Rouge Fire! Cure Dream used Dream Attack! Nightmare monster fainted!” “Kowainaa used slam! Precure avoided the attack! Kowainaa used whirlwind! Precure avoided the attack!” “Cure Lemonade used Lemonade Flash! Bug Suit avoided the attack!”

When Karen said she wasn’t lonely, the response was “are you sure about that?” and later told Karen to stop lying to herself

When they were talking about precure, she wondered “Will [Karen] believe it if Komachi tells her it’s real”

She won’t stop yelling at the villains. “FOR THE LAST TIME, THEY’RE NEVER GOING TO GIVE YOU THE DREAM COLLET”

When Karen’s magic blue butterfly appeared, the Evelyn Sader flashbacks were strong. I can’t believe I never thought about this until now.

“Wha--?? The butterfly disappeared??? Oh, well, I guess it's just that "i have to do everything myself" was kind of the wrong sentiment here, she has to realize that she's NOT alone and she DOESN'T have to do everything herself”

episode 6:

The sun is shining. Birds are chirping. I feel like making a joke about kids burning in [hell].

There was 3 heart emojis in response to the cute imagery of baby karen sleeping on the sofa

“Aww ;^; <3 <3 ToT ToT ToT ToT <3 <3 <3 <3″

She wondered how much older Coco’s human form is supposed to be (i’d put him at around being in his early 20s, so like 6-10 years older)

more ToT and <3 emoticons, 7 of each altering, when they were talking to the butler

And then...

“He still brought it with him, instead of leaving it back at the base? Is he just dumb or was it part of a plan?

It's FREE!

WAIT NO

DON'T TELL HE'S GONNA--

D~= !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

He made the PINKY into a nightmare monster????”

She pointed out that if you can’t bring yourself to punch a monster made from a discount pokemon, why not just jump right to the magic attacks?

She calls this episode’s villain Bug Suit. “Bug Suit used bug shot! I don't know what move to compare this to but...a critical hit! HOLY FRIC HOLY FRICK YESSS KAREN”

She applauded Karen for coming up with the idea to take off the mask instead of using attacks that could hurt the Pinky

“YEEEEESSSS DIRECT HIT TO THE MASK FROM CURE ROUGE”

She congratulated Komachi on catching her first pinky

episode 7:

She laughed at Nozomi shoving Coco off the bed in her sleep. 3 XD’s total

“WAIT DID HE TRANSFORM JUST BEFORE HER MOM OPENED THE DOOR ...he did... Well THIS is awkward 0_0 ″

“strange boy trying to climb onto daughter's bed, how NSFW can the math there be oh my god”

She told Nozomi to tell her mom Rin gave her a stuffed animal

She mistook Kawarino for a girl

She asked Mantis Guy (as she calls him) what was in the pit and how he got out

She stole Nozomi’s catchphrase and tried to make a :-} emoticon but made a typo. In an EMOTICON. So anyways, :-}: is a new emoticon for when you have one of those lip piercings.

She got very excited at the presence of a lizard

She mentioned to take a shot every time a villain knocks Coco back into fairy form

“HOW DARE YOU DO THIS TO THE SWEET TEDDY BEARS, HOW DARE YOU”

i think i will.

She told Nuts it wasn’t his fault and he had no way of knowing it was a trick by villains. Then she commented on him saying “bastards”.

And a -_- face in response to Rin when Nuts went to human form

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Your writing touches the depths of my very soul and makes me cry from the pure BEAUTY you are a blessing thank you so much the way you describe things is BREATHTAKING to me and just... please, I hope you never stop writing ♥️♥️ hope you’re doing well btw♥️

aww thank you!!! i’m doing well! just busy with real life and work haha but other than that, i’m doing quite well <3

oh my- ever since I got added to your tag list I've been blessed every once and a while with your writing! a Very Good Choice on my part and I'm so thankful that you have your tag list!! you're doin amazing and ily 💞

aww thank you!! it’s quite a new concept to me! i am an Oldie in the vast world of tumblr LOL but im glad that people seem to be enjoying it!

hi!! i just wanna tell you how inspiring you and your work is!! like your found among the ruins analysis was so detailed and incredibly profound in such a relatable, humble way and i loved learning about the subtle allusions to history that i hadn’t even thought of before! please keep writing and take care of urself!! 💞💞

yes! it was an incredibly fun piece to write, and one of those pieces of writing i go back to sometimes. because i just enjoyed it so much u_u im really glad that you all enjoyed it too! <3

I love all your writing, but your kageyama pieces are just so in depth and awesome

its bc my bias is super strong hahah i love kageyama so much. him and hinata will always be two of my fav muses

not an ask but let me tell u i love u and i cherish u 🥺 ur works are amazing!!! 🥺 pls continue doing what u love ♥️ take care always 😊

thanks darling! <3 and you too u__u stay safe and healthy !

dude,,,, i'm logging onto my tumblr account for the first time in like years just to tell u that i fucking love ur writing its so artistic and i'm lich rally in tears throughout every piece 😔✊ i love u

thank you!!!! <3

hey just a reminder that I adore this blog and your writing. you write the perfect type of stories to curl up in bed with on a cold night because they really do warm my heart 💓

ahhh thanks so much <3333

reading your writing always makes me want to cry it’s so freaking incredible ;-;

u__u <3

holy frick can i just say that slam poetry is one of the best things i've ever encountered in my teenage years. like even if i'm just reading (more like yelling) my own poems in my room, it feels like a weight has been lifted off my chest. i don't find it as hard as actually writing stories with meaning and naming characters. i can just substitute my trauma with glittering metaphors only for you to analyze and digest them for what they really are. i will say it again, slam poetry is the shit.

yes! slam poetry is a very good outlet for a lot of complicated emotions. and also its just nice to read/listen to. there’s a lot of quite mediocre pieces, but when you find the good ones, it really is worth it!

so sometimes when I just need to feel something I come back to reread “letting go” + oikawa LMAOOO because that Hurts so bad shsjsns

ahhhh hahahah a weLP im glad that it brings you some relief u__u but all writing is meant to elicit emotion, so! im glad it’s doing its job haha

“I’m chugging wine and thirsting over fictional boys” if that ain’t a MOOD

LOL. it me. constantly.

#anon love #u__u it's been a busy week bruh -- like #more so than i thought it would be LOL #and i haven't been as active in haikyuu fandom so i need to get back into it a bit haha #Anonymous #🌧 raindrops

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avionvadion · 2 years

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Alsjksksks I just realized I gave Richard (the Team Rocket Dude who “raised” El, (cough tried to groom her into villainy cough)) the same goatee and golden eyes I gave Jonathan (The dude who adopts El and Adrien after Team Rocket is defeated). Only difference is Rich has silver hair and Jonathan a wine purple. 🤣

I’m gonna have to draw them side by side for comparison now. The goatee of evil!!!! Versus the goatee of good… and Jonathan is #best dad, right up there with Joseph Stone.

Is about to have a newborn son, but discovers this random girl and her two friends about to take down a criminal organization, and near immediately the dad instincts kick in- especially when he learns El and Adrien don’t have parents/anywhere to go except to the closest orphanage.

Jonathan: “I’m having more babies.”

El: “Oh. Cool. Congrats… I guess.”

Jonathan, slamming the adoption papers down: “It’s you and the little one, sign here please.”

Matilda, feeding baby Lance before heading to work: “Jonathon, sweetie, what do you have there?”

Jonathan, carrying El and Adrien in his arms, the two decked out in new clothes and eating fast food as he brings them home. “…A smoothie?”

Matilda: “…”

Jonathan: “Okay so we have two more kids now, sorry not sorry. I love youuuuuu~”

Matilda, sighing: “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

Alsjsksk jk jk, Matilda already knows about the kiddos. Jonathon talks to her about adopting them a short while before Lance is born, and they renovate the house before actually adopting them so there’s room for El and Adrien.

Matilda loves them. She’s super doting and is super happy to have a bigger family- especially since baby Lance was so hard to come by, so him having siblings makes her ecstatic. She works with Professor Birch in Littleroot, though the family lives in Petalburg, and their house is actually also connected to the Pokemon Daycare Jonathan runs.

Jonathan is a lot like Brock, in that he basically lives to take care of others. Melts when Adrien calls him dad the first time and actually cries when, after years of El just referring to him as Jonathan, she finally refers to him as her “Father” because holy frick she’s his baby girl but she has a hard time letting herself get close or trust others, and sometimes he feels like he’s failing her as a parent, but when she actually initiates a hug or introduces him to someone as her father he just kinda dies inside because yes he is her dad and she is his daughter and he’s proud of her and thank Arceus he didn’t screw up the “being a good dad to an angsty teen” thing.

El, introducing Steven;

Jonathan: “Wait. Wait oh my gods. Oh my gods. You’re my daughter and you just brought a boy home. MATILDA OUR BABY GIRL BROUGHT A BOY HOME AND IT’S STEVEN STONE WHAT DO I DO, DO I GIVE HIM THE SHOVEL TALK!???”

Matilda: “Wait, STEVEN STONE!??? Ellie brought home Steven Stone!???”

Crashing through the house, tripping over pokemon, hair disheveled and circles under her eyes and paperwork in her hands. Matilda scoots to a stop, hopping on one foot, wide eyed.

Matilda: “BABE IT’S STEVEN STONE.”

Jonathan, panicking: “I KNOW. Am I even allowed to give him the shovel talk!??? I’ve been practicing for months now but I wasn’t expecting “Steven” to be STEVEN STONE.”

Turns to look at Steven, about to cry.

Jonathan: “Please can I give you the shovel talk I’ve been practicing very hard and this is my baby girl.”

Meanwhile El is cringing and regretting her decision of introducing Steven to her parents- despite his insistence on it- and Steven is more amused than alarmed because it’s clear the older couple care very much about El despite her not being their biological daughter.

So he decides to humor Jonathan, who tries very hard to give him the shovel talk- but is a bit too emotional to actually get very stern about it.

#pokemon #pokemon oc #steven stone #steven stone x oc #time lapse: reluctant hero

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superwho-am-i-kidding · 5 years

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Oh, @askazfellandco , your art is so wonderful. And I had to go and make y’all sad. (I only colored the images.) There’s a fic to go with these. It is below the cut, just in case you didn’t want to feel more pain.

Once more, fluff and ANGST below the cut. Continue at your own risk, but PLEASE let me know what you think. Legit I thrive off feedback. (Also I used italics a frick-ton more than I usually do, so I hope they’re not distracting.)

Anyways, let’s get to the pain of:

ASK

“Angel, I don’t care how much you beg, I’m not going to tell you.” Aziraphale jutted out his bottom lip while Crowley only laughed. “It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you where we were going, now would it?”

 Aziraphale sighed, crossing his arms. “At least tell me what we’re going out for.”

 “Surprise,” Crowley reminded him again. “Look, we’ve just stopped Armageddon. We’ve outsmarted Heaven and Hell.” He reached across the Bentley’s center console to intertwine their hands together. “Just trust me, yeah?”

 “Of course I trust you,” Aziraphale gasped. “Why ever would you think I didn’t?”  “You keep asking to ruin the surprise,” Crowley shrugged. “If you trust me, you won’t ask.”

 The angel huffed in annoyance. “Fine.” Crowley took his gaze off of the road to smile at his angel. “Crow–!” Aziraphale gasped as his eyes went wide. Crowley’s head whipped back to the street and managed to perform a rather large miracle (curse?) before the Bentley decided to wrap itself around a telephone pole. “Pay attention!” Aziraphale grit out from between his clenched jaw. “You could have discorporated us! And I can’t imagine that would go over well.”

 “No, I suppose not,” Crowley murmured, an apologetic smile lifting one corner of his mouth. “Sorry, angel. Won’t happen again.”

 “I should hope not,” Aziraphale finally loosened the death grip he had on Crowley’s hand. Instead of squeezing the hand in panic, he gripped it gently as his heart rate slowed down.

 “And here we are,” Crowley said dramatically.

 “It’s St. James’ Park,” Aziraphale said in a slightly questioning tone. “Why would this need to be a surprise? We’ve come here plenty of times before.”

 “Well, yeah, but I thought that maybe you’d enjoy a picnic?” A wicker basket appeared in his lap. “Since there’s no one peering over our shoulders?”

 “Oh, that would be absolutely wonderful, dear boy.” A smug smile appeared on the angel’s lips. “It’s rather sweet, Crowley. Nice, even.”

 “Not nice,” the demon hissed, slamming the door to the Bentley harder than was necessary. Aziraphale only smiled, following the demon towards their bench. The one that they had occupied for hundreds of years, the wear and tear matching their lounging forms perfectly. Crowley set the basket on his left while the angel was tucked into his right.

 “You know,” Aziraphale mused, “this is kind of like our first date.”

 “Angel…” Crowley scoffed, “it’s been 6,000 years. You could hardly call this our first.”

 The angel’s blue eyes widened. “Wha– You think we’ve been… dating this whole time?”

 Crowley paled. “We-we haven’t? You didn’t call it the Arrangement to throw off anyone possibly listening? You thought that’s all it was?” Crowley took a frustrated breath. “When did you realize that I loved you?”

 “Love?” the angel gasped. “But I don’t feel anything different…” his eyes widened as he thought across the past 6,000 years. From the moment they met on the wall of Eden, Aziraphale had gotten a certain feeling from the demon. Not one that would normally coincide with a being of pure evil, but one that had always been surrounding this specific being of minimal evil. The years hit him in the face once he realized what the feeling had been. “Oh, my dear boy,” Aziraphale softened again. “Since the Garden?”

 Crowley laughed a little. “As soon as you told me you gave away your sword, I was a goner. I fell again, but this time for a better reason.”

 “Oh, you old sap.” Aziraphale scooted a little closer to his demon. He could get used to saying that: His demon.

 “Do…” the words got caught in the back of Crowley’s throat. “Do you… love–”

 Aziraphale turned to face Crowley. “Darling, I’ve loved you for centuries. I didn’t know what to call it until you rescued me and my books from those awful Nazis. But I never knew you felt the same way about me until now.”

 “How could I not?” Crowley scoffed, arching an eyebrow.

 “The point is: I love you. And I don’t care about what anyone else thinks. Nothing is going to stop me from loving you anymore.”

 “Angel, I don’t know if I’m still going too fast–”

 “We’re well past that,” Aziraphale smiled at him, brushing a piece of Crowley’s hair off of his forehead. “You don’t need to wait for me anymore. I’m ready.”

 Crowley grinned. “Good, ‘cuz… I got you something. Since, y’know, I thought you knew we’d been… well, dating.”

 “A book?” Aziraphale guessed. “Oh, Crowley, you shouldn’t… have…” his voice got smaller when he saw what Crowley had produced from the picnic basket. A solitary ring was nestled into the palm of the demon’s hand, gold in color and serpentine in shape. “What… what is this?”

 A dark blush peeked over the collar of Crowley’s jacket. “I… well, I know it’s a human tradition, but since we’ve been here with them since the beginning, I think it only makes sense that we make the Arrangement official. Not that it hasn’t been!” he rushed. “It has been very official. I just thought that, well… I thought that maybe you’d… marry me? I mean, now I know that you love me, and I obviously love you–”

 “Oh, Crowley,” Aziraphale spoke so gently, it was almost hard for the demon to hear. “Oh, Crowley, of course I’ll marry you!” A couple stray tears of happiness spilled from the corner of his eyes.

 “Surprised?” Crowley smiled, leaning towards the angel, raising a hand to wipe away the tears. He hissed in pain when his thumb made contact with the Holy Water. “Ah!”

 “Crowley?” Aziraphale gasped. “Oh, Crowley, I didn’t mean to hurt you!”

 “Not your fault,” Crowley insisted, shaking the burning hand. “Although it only goes to figure that a Holy Being cries Holy Water.”

 Aziraphale quickly wiped his face with the back of his sleeves. “Ruined the moment, haven’t I?”

 “Nothing could ruin this moment,” Crowley smiled again. “Although something could make it better.”

 “What would that be?”

 The demon slowly leaned closer to the angel, giving him plenty of time to pull away or to tell him to stop. “This,” he whispered as his eyes slipped closed and their lips finally connected. Crowley swore that sparks were literally flying between the two of them. It could’ve been centuries before they separated. “W-well, that…”

 “That was nice,” Aziraphale offered. “Although I’m curious to know if it’s that nice the second time.”

 “Ask and ye shall receive,” Crowley grinned, reclosing the gap that had formed between them. A soft whimper escaped from the back of his angel’s throat. “Angel?” Crowley pulled back. “’S everything alright?”

 “Better than,” Aziraphale smiled, resting a hand on Crowley’s cheek. “I just can’t believe that it’s finally over. That we can have our side. That I can have you.”

 “Shaddup,” Crowley blushed, swatting halfheartedly at the angel next to him.  Aziraphale smiled as he finally slipped the ring onto his finger. “I have one for you, too,” he looked up and began twisting the ring off his pinkie, the one he’d worn since the beginning of time.

“Oh, angel, I can’t–”

 A small miracle sized the ring perfectly to Crowley’s finger as Aziraphale pushed it over his knuckles. “It looks radiant on you, my dear.”

 “Yeah, well…” Crowley’s eyes flickered behind his glasses.

 A soft sigh escaped Aziraphale’s lips. “Won’t you please take off the glasses? I really do love your eyes, my dear.”

 “They’re ugly,” Crowley muttered, turning his head. “Stupid snake’s eyes.”

 Aziraphale gently pulled the glasses from Crowley’s face. He cupped his fingers underneath the demon’s chin to encourage him to meet his eyes. “My darling, I adore your eyes.” Crowley just huffed, shifting his eyes away. Aziraphale placed his glasses back in his hands. “I do hope you’ll keep them off,” he said. “But it’s your choice.”

 Crowley pondered the glasses in his hands for a moment before he tucked them into his jacket pocket. “Only for you,” he finally decided. He nearly regretted the decision to keep them off when Aziraphale beamed radiantly at him. “Stoppit, angel, I’ll go blind.” That only made Aziraphale grin more before turning his attention back to the picnic basket. “For the love of– Go ahead, angel.”

 Aziraphale reached around him and grabbed the basket, setting it on his knees. He opened it and gasped. “These are…”

 “Crêpes,” Crowley nodded. “I made them myself. I doubt they’ll be as good as the ones you risked your life for during the French Revolution, but I–”

 “Oh, they look perfect,” Aziraphale stopped him. “Try one with me?”

 “Angel, you know I don’t eat…” Crowley tried.

 Aziraphale broke off a piece of the crêpe and held it to the demon’s mouth. “For me?”

 Crowley rolled his eyes. “Oh, all right. But together, okay? I don’t want to choke on my terrible cooking alone.”

 “Silly serpent,” Aziraphale shook his head. “Here,” he put the piece into Crowley’s hand.

 The demon gasped a bit. “Still hot.”

 “As it should be,” Aziraphale nodded, setting the piece of pastry onto his tongue. “Oh, Crowley, it’s marvelous!” Aziraphale’s brows knit a little as he tasted something else. “Hm, there’s something else here. I can’t quite tell what it is. You must tell me your recipe.”

 “If you insist,” the demon smiled, tossing the bite into his mouth.

 The taste clicked as soon as Crowley downed the crêpe. “It’s been blessed! Someone’s blessed it!” Aziraphale cried just as the demon swallowed. “Crowley, no!”

 The demon frowned for a moment before he coughed, feeling somehow as if he were choking. It didn’t seem possible that a demon could choke, especially since they didn’t need to breathe. He tore at the scarf around his neck, trying desperately to suck in any oxygen possible. “Az–” he gasped.

 “Crowley!” Aziraphale cried, clutching at the demon’s face as it rapidly lost all color. His eyes closed, his breaths coming in shallow gasps as Aziraphale curled the picnic blanket behind his head. “Crowley, don’t you dare,” the angel begged, tears pouring from his eyes. “Don’t you dare leave me alone. Not after all we’ve been through. Not before we’re married. I can’t do this without you. I love you…” A soft sigh escaped from between his demon’s lips as his body went completely limp. Aziraphale sat back from the ashen body of his only companion of over 6,000 years.

And then he screamed.

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jungshookz · 5 years

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ceo!yoongi - the fishnet stockings

→ pairing: min yoongi x reader

→ genre: ceo!au, jealouS yoongi, this is mainly smut so,,,, nSFW, jimin is a victim of your guys’ sinning yet again

→ wordcount: 4.3k

→ notes: usually i’m not great at writing smut,,, but hopefully this was good enough for you guys i hope i was able to QUENCH your thirst because as much as we like soft fluffy ceo!yoongi sometimes we need to fulfil our thirsty desires and this particular one involves fishnet stockings ALSO the original ceo!yoongi fic is almost at 1k which is kind of sort of crazy??? u guys are too nice to me

if you have no idea whO ceo!yoongi is go ahead and read the fic that started it allllllllll anyways i hope you guys like this one! feel free to flood the friCK out of my inbox i love dat shit

if u wanna ask yoongs or y/n anything u know what to do ;-)

(gif isn’t mine!)

(((and the read more function iS there but most of the time it doesn’t work on mobile :// i am sorry don’t attack me by sending passive-aggressive anon messages)))

you’re pretty sure your dryer is broken or something

why?

your clothes are shRINKing and there’s no other explanation than the dryer!!!!

some of your sweaters and shirts and sweatpants have survived and they come out the same size you bought them in

but things like your work blouse

your pencil skirt is teN times tighter than you feel it should be

like yeah you can still wiggle into it and zip it up and stuff but- holy shIt your ass has never looked better

u lookin t h i c c

“woah” you mutter and check yourself out in the mirror

the pencil skirt has never done thIS to your body before

it moulds perfectly around you and outlines the shape of your hips and bum and thighs and everything

usually it reaches a little above your knee but it’s got to be like a couple inches shorter now

like it’s basically mid-thigh

you don’t have anything else to wear so this is going to have to do

you’ll be fine ,, right ??

you reach for the pantyhose and you’re about to pull them on and then you notice the huge fuCKing HOLE on the side

how??

where??? when????? (hint: yoongi might have something to do with your shredded pantyhose)

you groan and toss it aside before staring at yourself in the mirror

now what are you supposed to do

you can’t show up to work without pantyhose because of the dumb coMpanY uNifoRm poLiCy

you need to ask namjoon to modify the policy because you hate wearing pantyhose anyway

and what kind of word is pantyhose

the ugliest word in the world that’s what kind of word it is

so here you are

you have to leave in 6 minutes otherwise you’ll be late and yoongi will slaughter u and have your head on a stick

even tho the two of you are dating he hasn’t taken it easy on you

“yEs yes yes” you whisper to yourself like a maniac when you pull out a pair of stockings

well

okay

they’re not regular stockings,,,, these r fishnet stockings

you only ever wear these things when you go out to the club with jimin to give ur outfit that special touch (aka you want to attract the attention of the fellas)

basically u haven’t worn these in a while but it’s not like you have a choice you don’t have any other stockings

you wiggle into them and then yank the pencil skirt back down and smooth it out

and now for your blouse

you tuck it into the skirt and leave a couple buttons unbuttoned for that ~casual~ look

and then u have your skinny leather belt and u loop it through the skirt before securing it

yaS girl look at that cinched waist!!!

and to top it off

a brand new pair of strappy black heels

they’re pretty cute it’s like an open toe heel with a thin leather strap around the ankle

they’re a little higher than you’re used to but once you break them in you’ll be alright

your phone buzzes on the bed

‘meet u in the lobby in 4 minutes! don’t be late u bitch’ you snort at jimin’s text before replying to him quickly and tossing your phone into your purse

and now that you get a chance to look at your whole outfit

….is this work appropriate

this might not be work appropriate

o shit

okay

what do u do now

you can’t wear this to work

well like

it’s not appropriate but at the same time it’s not not appropriate

you’re still wearing a nice white blouse and the skirt is modest even tho it’s mid-thigh

it’s not even mid-thigh it’s like a liTTLe longer than that pft

your phone buzzes again and you already know it’s jimin

you know what it’s fine

you’ll wear this today and right after work you’ll go and buy a new outfit and also you’ll have to look into getting a new damn dryer

jimin’s already parked out front waiting for you unsurprisingly

“morning! lez go” you slam the car door shut and buckle yourself in

“good morni- woAhHhH it’s a goOD moRNING inDEeD” jimin’s eyes widen and he stifles a laugh “wha….. new outfit?”

“is it bad? it’s bad, isn’t it? my damn dryer’s shrinking all my clothes and like-“ you tug at the skirt a little

“no, no! you’re fine, i don’t care about the outfit - i’m looking at the fishnet stockings. why are you wearing your sexy stockings to work?? ur already dating our bOSS”

you let out a breath of relief

at least it’s not the outfit

ya the stockings are definitely eye-catching but what can u do

“your ass looks really good today for some reason”

“i told you the dryer’s shrinking my shit!!” the elevator doors open “i’ll see you at lunch?”

“see ya at lunch”

you blow jimin an air-kiss and he blows one back but not before giving your butt a quick smack

you scowl playfully and smack his hand before rushing to your desk

yoongi’s door is opened ajar which is his sign for u to come in

you knock on the door before letting yourself in

“the coffee’s brewing right now but i figured i’d come in and say good morning first” yoongi’s scrolling through his phone

he’s probably looking through his emails or something

he sets it down before looking up at you with a warm smi- hOLy sHIT

“hi. good morning.” is all yoongi can breathe out because you,.,.,.,., are wearing a very different? work outfit this morning

“morning!!!” you click over to his side of the desk and bend down to give him a lil kiss

“you look very different” yoongi pulls you down so you’re sitting on his lap and you automatically wrap your arms around him

“the dryer’s shrinking my clothes it’s not my fauLt” you murmur

you’re going to be saying that same thing for the whole damn day

yoongi squeezes the side of your bum

“and the fishnet stockings?”

“someone ripped up all my other stockings so once again it’s not my fault” you tease and poke yoongi’s nose

he hums and kisses the crook of your neck

“you don’t have any spare outfits here?”

“no, why? is it really that inappropriate?” you pick at the stockings and yoongi shakes his head quickly

“well,,, it’s a little more scandalous than what you usually wear but i’m just-“ yoongi cuts himself off

he has a meeting today with jung hoseok and you have to be in the room because your job is to take notes and stuff and he reaLLy doesn’t want another guy looking at u when you’re dressed like thiS

don’t get him wrong he loves - loves - this outfit because goddamn you look real good in pencil skirts but like?? he’s selfish and doesn’t like sharing u

your phone buzzes and it’s a reminder telling you that mr jung should be arriving soon for the meeting and you have to go and bring him to the conference room

“i’ll see you in a couple minutes” you give yoongi one last peck before you’re rushing out the room and down the hallway and yoongi’s eyes literally cannot leave the curve of your hips and the swell of your ass in this skirt jesus christ

he needs to like splash some cold water on his face because there’s no way he’s going into a conference with a boner

yoongi manages to calm himself down before the meeting but once he walks into the conference room he gets worked up all over again

except this time it’s for a different reason

he’s worked up because he’s a n G R Y

every single guy in there is staring at you like you’re a piece of meat

“sorry, could you pass me that pen? yeah, the one right there” you nod obediently and lean over the table to grab the pen and yoongi’s like [this] close to snapping that guy’s neck because the two guys sandwiching you have the audacity to lean back and stare at your ass

men are animals

ANIMALS

yoongi is disgusted even tho he was literally ready to shred your clothes off of you and take you over his desk like five minutes ago but look it’s different when he does it because he ogles you out of his LOVE for you and these men are doing it because they’re perverts

yoongi clears his throat and everyone immediately turns to look at him before they’re standing up and bowing respectfully

you bow a little too just because you’re used to it and yoongi gestures for you to come and stand next to him

“yoongi! so nice to see you again.” hoseok sticks his hand out and yoongi shakes it politely

“it’s nice to see you too, hoseok. i’m surprised you actually showed up this time.”

“ah, you know me and my busy schedule. my secretary keeps mixing up my meetings - a bit of a dummy, this one, but i love him!” he nudges his secretary and you have to resist the urge to laugh when you see the poor guy’s cheeks flare up

“it’s okay, it happens to the best of us” you reassure the guy and nudge his side

“so - should we get this show on the road? we’ve got a lot to talk about today.” yoongi takes his seat at the end of the table and you head on over to the back of the room to your little desk

hoseok’s secretary takes a seat next to you

“i’m kihyun, by the way” he leans in and whispers in your ear

you turn and smile before sticking your hand out

“y/n. nice to meet ya”

kihyun highkey cute tho

“how long is this meeting?”

“they’re usually like an hour and a bit long. it takes everything within me to not fall asleep.”

kihyun snorts and adjusts his glasses “tell me about it. last time i was at a meeting with mr jung i was tempted to wear sunglasses just so i could take a snooze”

“oof see now thAt’s smart but like how do you explain wearing sunglasses indoors?”

“…excessive light leaves you prone to migraines?”

“i’m 100% going to use that”

“mr yoo? miss y/l/n? something you’d like to share with everyone?”

you jump when yoongi suddenly calls the two of you out in the middle of the meeting

kihyun immediately avoids yoongi’s gaze and his cheeks flare up

but luckily you’re used to yoongi by now (duh) and ur not scared of ur mans but also you know you gotta keep it respectful

“nope. we’re good!” you nudge kihyun and he looks up at yoongi before smiling sheepishly

the rest of the meeting goes by pretty smoothly

you take a couple important notes here and there

sometimes u go on ur phone to play tetris and then kihyun’s nudging you and telling you to pay attention lol

but like

yoongi looks rlly fucking attractive when he’s leading a meeting and you have no idea how you haven’t noticed that before

the way his lips curl around certain words and the way his tongue flicks out to lick over his bottom lip in between sentences sometimes

even when he pokes his tongue into his cheek when he’s listening to someone else speak

or the way he leans back against his chair and stares at the person speaking with like the most intense stare with his hands clasped on his lap just radiates Big Dick Energy

the way he’s leaning back against his chair makes you wonder if that’s what he’d look with you riding him on his office chair

good god

get ur hormones in chECk omg

and then the little voice in the back of your head gives you the gentlest of suggestions to get your boyfriend’s attention in the middle of this very important meeting

and at first you’re like nOnOno i can’t yoongi is a very Serious businessman and this is a very Serious meeting

but then again

this is prolly the only time ur ever going to come to work dressed like this

so you gotta seize the moment

carpe diem am i right or am i right

you cross your legs instinctively and squeeze your thighs together when you notice yoongi’s eyes flicker over to you

he tilts his head curiously and a smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth when he sees you take your bottom lip in between your teeth and sit up a little straighter

yoongi’s mouth goes dry when he sees you reach up to undo one of the buttons on your blouse and he catches a glimpse of the lacy white bralette you have on underneath when you lean back against your chair

yoongi gives you a warning look before his eyes flicker back to hoseok

there’s not a lot you can do here

it’s not like you can just start stripping in front of everyone

you sigh and look over at kihyun who’s busy scribbling notes down

*ding* lightbulb

“pst. i think i missed a couple points. can i look at your notes?”

“yeah, for su-“ you lean over and practically preSS your boobs up against kihyun’s arm and his eyes immediately go W I D E because wow your cleavage is right there

yoongi pokes his tongue into his cheek and his eyes keep flicking to you and then back to whoever’s speaking

you lock gazes with yoongi for a split second and he narrows his gaze

“oh, that’s a good point that i missed,” you whisper and kihyun nods quickly and is like SW EA TING

you see yoongi clench his jaw and swallow thickly when you reach over to squeeze kihyun’s bicep as a way of saying thank you

>:-)

“well it was really nice meeting you!” you smile and tilt your head and hold your hand out for kihyun to shake

“you too” he grasps your hand in his and gives you a shake and he kinda lingers

“mr. yOO let’s get outta here i’m starving” kihyun turns to see hoseok already standing by the elevators

“duty calls” kihyun bows and offers you a cute smile and u know what if u weren’t with yoongi you would totally go for kihyun “see ya around!”

“you toOoOhello” before you get a chance to say bye to kihyun yoongi’s grabbed your wrist and is dragging you back to his office

you can see the anger radiating off of him in waves and dare u say,..,,.., u are kind of turned on but like also you’re having so much fun right now lmao

he slams the door as soon as the two of you get into the office and you jump in surprise

“so, you wanna go over the notes i took from the meeting?” you try your hardest to act like you weren’t just seducing yoongi in front of a bunch of men but you’re already breaking into giggles

yoongi grabs your notebook and tosses it aside before grabbing you and pinning you up against the door

“you think this is funny?” he smirks and cradles your jaw and tilts your head before leaning down and planting kisses on the side of your neck

“i think this is very funny” you hum

“blatantly flirting with someone else in front of me and going so far as to undo a couple buttons on your shirt - am i not giving you enough attention, jagi? is that it?”

yoongi’s hand slithers to the back of your skirt and you feel him tug at the zipper playfully

immediately you reach behind and place your hand over his

“you have another meeting in like ten minutes” you remind yoongi and push at his chest gently

“and?”

“w-we can’t do anything in ten minutes”

“you should’ve thought about that before deciding to do what you did, missy” yoongi nips at your jaw before bringing you over to his desk

he shoves some of his stuff aside and a couple things clatter to the floor and ur like ok um u better piCK that shit up later

suddenly yoongi’s hoisting you up so you’re sitting on the desk

one thing that you’ve learned about yoongi is that he’s a very very stubborn man

“oH my god, yoongi~” you whimper and arch your back against the desk

your fishnet stockings have been shredded to nothing and they’ve been reduced to a pathetic pile on the ground but u know what it’s fine it’s SO FINE

your toes curl and your fingers grasp at yoongi’s silky locks

oh god

you’re almost there you’re so sososo close

“yoongi, ungh, p-please-“ you gasp desperately and yoongi grips at your thigh to keep you spread out on the desk

right as you’re about to see stars everything just sTOPS

your head is spinning from pleasure and you immediately sit up on the desk and look down to see yoongi adjusting himself in his trousers before he gets up and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand

“wha- wait, what are you-“

“my meeting! it’s in-“ he looks at his watch “well, two minutes.”

“but you can’t just leave-“

“i can. and i am. and you’re not allowed to touch yourself til i get back.” yoongi leans in to give you a kiss and you grab desperately at his shirt and whine

you immediately push yourself up against yoongi and he slots himself in between your legs automatically

you reach for his belt and he swats your hands away

“nice try, missy” yoongi grins and gives your cheek a kiss before grabbing his phone off the desk “i’ll see you in an hour.” and then he shuts the door behind him and ur like EXCUSE ME AN HOUR

u know what it’s fine

you can find a way to kill time

you let out a quiet groan and squeeze your thighs together

soon enough an hour rolls around

you look up at the clock while tapping your pen against the desk

you look down the hallway and let out a small groan

where the heLL is he

and then an hour bleeds into an hour and a half

you sigh and spin around in your chair while staring up at the ceiling

god is a woman and apparently she hates you because she’s torturing you by keeping yoongi busy

“the pleasure was all mine. my secretary will email you soon with some updates.” yoongi smiles politely and bows politely as the elevator doors close

he lets out a sigh and loosens his tie a little

that was a long lonG ass meeting

he makes his way down the hallway and checks the time on his phone

huh

it’s been a while indeed

he can’t help but wonder how you’re holding up lol

he has to admit it was kind of a dick move to love u and leave u like that but the desperation in your eyes was so worth it

yoongi furrows his brows when he notices that you… aren’t at your desk

you probably went to bother jimin or something

but a part of him is like,,, low-key disappointed because uhhHhH he’s still a little worked up from earlier and kinda wanted to take his frustrations out over his desk or against the wall or even against the window but u know what it’s fine

he steps into his office and-

“jesUS-“ you literally pop out of nowhere and grab yoongi by his tie and drag him over to the desk “hello to you too”

“how was your meeting?” you push yoongi down so he’s sitting on the edge of his desk and yoongi’s eyes wiDEN when you unbuckle his belt quickly and oh my god who is this sex fiend

“i mean it was okay-“ you crawl on top of him and you thank god that yoongi has such a spacious desk otherwise you 100% would’ve fallen off lol

he’s never seen you like this before but

he loves it

“oh my god, yoongi” you breathe out and slide a hand down his bare chest

the two of you were so impatient that you’re basically both still fully dressed

yoongi’s still wearing his suit jacket

his dress shirt is mostly unbuttoned

his tie is hanging around his neck

his pants r basically still on

your skirt’s been pushed up to your hips

your shirt has been completely unbuttoned but it’s still tucked into your skirt

your panties have just been pushed to the side like u couldn’t even bother taking them off because that’S how desperate you are

your dang glasses are sitting on the tip of your nose

“god, look at you” yoongi moans and bucks his hips up and he hits that spot making you mewl loudly

he pulls you down into a kiss and nips at your bottom lip and he knows you’re getting close because you’re moving at a quicker pace and your cheeks are flushed and your brows are furrowed and you just look so wrecked and he knows it’s all because of him

“yoongi, fuck, i’m gonna-“ you can’t even get a coherent sentence out because you’re so dizzy with pleasure

“gonna cum? hm?” yoongi thrusts upwards and you whine loudly

he knows your body better than anyone else and it doesn’t take him thAt long to figure out the formula

he slips his hand in between your legs and you practically start drooling at the sight of his veins in his arms becoming more prominent as he rubs over your clit

“that’s my girl” yoongi groans when you cum around him and nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck

and now that you’re done

it’s his turn

“want you to cum inside” you murmur shyly and start quickening your pace again because one of your favourite sights in the entire world is seeing yoongi all dazed and blissed out because of y o u

yoongi knows it’s not long til he cums because the sight of you bouncing on his dick has his breathing all ragged and his brain turns into mush

“mr min? i have the copies those contracts you asked for”

yoongi curses at the interruption and he squeezes your hip when you start to slow down

he 100% expects you to stop and freak out and hoP off at the realisation that jimin is right outside the door

what he doesn’t expect is for you to go haRDER

“baby, holy f- nngh fuck fuCk” yoongi grabs a handful of your ass as you bounce on top of him and for the first time ever he’s struggling to keep quiet

he grips onto the edge of the desk while his other hand grips at your waist

“you can just leave them on y/n’s desk!” yoongi stammers and groans lowly when you clench around him

oh god he’s so close

“okay! i’ve arranged them alphabetically so it’s easier to-“

“okAY THANKS JIMIN YOU CAN LEAVE NOW” jimin jumps in surprise and is like jEEz okay fine i’m leaving god

yoongi’s always liked kissing you when he cums and now is no different

you can’t help but giggle against his mouth when he groans lowly and squeezes your hip

he thrusts into you one two three more times until lifting you off of him and just lying down on his back and staring up at the ceiling

wow

that was

that was pretty fckin good

10/10 would recommend

“you ripped another pair of my stockings” you murmur while doing up yoongi’s shirt and yoongi squeezes your bum playfully

“they weren’t work-appropriate anyway”

later on jimin finds out why yoongi was so desperate for him to leave when he notices you are no longer wearing stockings at the end of the day

“ohhhhhhhhhhhhh……..HHHHH MY GOOOODDDD YOU WERE FCKING OUR BOSS WHILE I WAS TALKING TO HIM”

needless to say jimin will never knock on yoongi’s door again if you’re not sitting at your desk lol

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impala666 · 5 years

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Bringing The Big Dork Out of Him- Luther Hargreeves x reader

Here is my Luther Hargreeves x reader fic, because he deserves to be loved too.

She dropped the chandelier on him, whoever she was, dropped a fricking chandelier on him, who the fuck does that? “Luther!” You yelled, he was a big guy so you were hoping he would at least be breathing. But he was doing better than that. He slowly shook the weight of the piece of lighting off of him without a scratch. The only thing that did happen was that his shirt was ripped off of his huge form revealing the thing that he tried so hard to hide from everyone, including you.

“Holy shit,” Diego slipped out what all of you were thinking. He wouldn’t make eye contact with anyone except you, and all you could see in his eyes were shame and guilt from the furriness that he hid from you. But when he turned around to see that everyone including Vanya were staring at him like he was a freak, he quickly ran past you and up the stairs. No one made a step until you all heard his door slam. You clenched your eyes, you couldn’t imagine the pain that he was going through.

“Did you know?” Vanya asked Allison and you, seeing as you two were the ones closest to him. Everyone in the family knew that Allison and Luther had something, but none of them knew that you and Luther had something going on behind closed doors. The both of you shook your head. You knew that you should have stayed to help clean up and check to see that everyone was okay, but you couldn’t get Luther off of your brain; you couldn’t leave him in his room sulking all by himself. So while Allison, Vanya, and Diego made their way into the living room, you ran as fast you could up the stairs and briskly walked to Luther’s room. Normally you would have just walked in, but you found yourself knocking on his door.

“Go away please,” Luther called through the door. You shook your head like he could see you and took it upon yourself to slowly walk into the room. “I said, go, awa-” He began a little more harsh, but when he saw that it was you as he sat up in the bed.

“Nope,” you quietly closed his door. “I’m not going anywhere, plus I think we need to talk.”

“Look, I love you, Y/N, alright. But I really don’t want to talk right now.” He told you as he laid back down in his bed so that his back was to you. You never were one to take no for an answer, so you walked over to his bed and laid down in the empty spot next to him and turned to face him.

“Too bad,” you reached toward him and rubbed your thumb along his cheek lovingly, giving him the affection he so obviously needed. “I’m not leaving you.” You whispered sweetly.

“I just want to be alone,” he whined as he cried into his pillow.

“Well, you shouldn’t be. And I’m not gonna let you.” For being such a big guy, you sometimes forget how sensitive he could be. Seeing him hurt so much made you want to cry too. But he’s strong all the time, so you could be the strong one for him just this once. He didn’t want to whine anymore, so he just rolled over to rest his forehead on your shoulder. “Shhhhhh,” you comforted him, as well as pressed a loving kiss to his forehead. “Do you want to talk about it?” You whispered. Luther just shrugged.

“It was after all of you had left and I was here alone.” He shifted away from you, but was still facing you. Luther took one of your hands that was practically miniscule compared to his own. “Dad sent me on a mission. It went bad, like really bad. I got hurt. So when I got back to the academy, dad and Grace thought I was going to die. That’s when dad made the decision to inject me with this serum, stuff that would basically turn me into the incredible Hulk. Just really hairy, and not able to shrink down.” When Luther looked up from the hand that he was holding, he noticed tears rolling down your cheeks. “Hey, please don’t cry.” Luther pleaded. “Don’t cry because of me.” Luther reached forward to wipe the tears from your face. You were about to say something when there was knock at Luther’s bedroom door.

“Luther?” Allison’s voice called through. Luther had to come up with a way to get rid of her.

“Go away, Allison.” He told her through the door. It wasn’t until you heard your sisters diminishing footsteps that you spoke up.

“Why didn’t you tell me? I could have lost you.” You told him as you couldn’t help but cry into your hands.

“Because you were finally out of here, living the life that you wanted, and you had worked so hard.” Luther told you like that would have changed everything.

“I would have come running back here if I knew that something was happening to you.” You told him.

“I know, that’s why I didn’t tell you,” Luther pushed a piece of your hair behind your hair. “I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you.” You were the most important person to him, he never wanted to be the cause of the pain that you were in right now.

“You know, those four years that you were gone,” you started and pointed upward toward the sky where the moon was. “Those were the hardest four years I think ever.”

“Yeah, well I’m back now,” Luther extended his arm and wrapped it around you after you rested your head on his chest. “And I don’t plan on going anywhere.” Luther whispered into your hair.

“If you ever left, I think I would have to kill you.” You laughed quietly.

“You think you could take me?” Luther asked sarcastically.

“Well at least you can joke about it now,” you mumbled as you sat up to get off the bed. But you didn’t make it very far when you felt a tug on your arm and you fell back on to Luther’s chest. “And by the way, I know I could take you.” You decided to play along, you always loved when Luther got like this.

“I’ll take you right now,” Luther continued. Putting you into a head lock so your face was in his chest and with his hand he started tickling your side.

“No. No!” You laughed, pushing at his chest trying to free yourself. “I give.” As Luther loosened his grip, you looked up and saw a big, bright smile on his face as he laughed his ass off. “There he is.” You cooed as you smiled up at him.

“There who is?” Luther furrowed his eyebrows at you.

“The giant adorable dork that I fell in love with,” you shifted a little so that you were face to face.

“I love you too, thank you for checking on me.” Luther smiled at you as you climbed more on top of him and pecked him on the lips before laying yourself down in his chest once more. It was so good to finally have him home where he belonged.

#the umbrella academy #luther hargreeves #number one #luther hargreeves x reader #fluff

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strayneoculturekids · 5 years

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enemies to lovers AU Doyoung x Reader

Summary: Your roommate was the worst possible person ever, always fricking nagging. The only person you’re able to complain to is your online friend, and in return, you listen to his complaints about his roommate. You two find out you got to the same college and finally he tells you his name, turns out he’s actually your roommate.

College AU, enemies to lovers AU

Genre: fluff, kinda slight a little bit angst but like not really, crack(?)

BTW “Y/U/N” means your username and for the sake of the story it can’t be your actual name

You walked into your shared dorm where you found your roommate sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone. He immediately turned his eyes to you when you walked in as if he was waiting for you to return.

“You didn’t clean up after yourself this morning, so I did it for you”

Now, normally, cleaning up after someone when they forgot to do it is considered a nice gesture and you would’ve thanked them. With Doyoung though, his tone was so passive aggressive and you were much more than sure that he did it just so he could rub the fact that he’s cleaner than you in your face.

You grumbled a barely audible thanks, quickly going to your room so you didn’t have to look at him any longer.

You’ll admit, Doyoung is handsome. Probably the best-looking person you’ve ever met. But oh god was he annoying. Every second you spent with him was another cell gone from your brain. His constant nagging and passive-aggressive responses to everything were the worst things you had ever gone through.

You made it to your room, shutting the door behind you and immediately getting out your laptop from your bag, sitting down on the floor, placing the laptop in your lap because both you and Doyoung were too broke to afford two desks so you bought one and split the price. But the desk was in the room Doyoung was currently in and there was no way you were spending more time with him than absolutely needed.

You opened your laptop and got up the messaging app you used to message your closest friend. You’re pretty sure he knew like everything about you, and you knew everything about him. Including the fact that you were...pretty kinky. Hey, he was your closest friend, like you weren’t gonna tell him about all that.

[Y/U/N]: hey

[dongie]: heya, what’s up? You seem in a bad mood

[Y/U/N]: how were you able to tell that from one word

[dongie]: cuz i’m smart, unlike someone I know

[Y/U/N]: shuddup, you wish you were as smart as me

[dongie]: yeah yeah, just tell me what’s up

[Y/U/N]: my goddamn roommate is nagging again, he’s so annoyingly passive-aggressive. ughhhh save meeee

[dongie]: trust me, I wish I could but I gotta get to class like right now and unlike someone, I actually care about my grades

[Y/U/N]: wow thanks for making me feel better

[dongie]: I know, I know, I suck but hang in there. Your roommate is just a total dick. I gotta go now, love ya!

[Y/U/N]: love you too you absolute dummy

You smiled when you read his message. You guys told each other that you loved each other pretty much every day. It wasn’t a romantic thing but it definitely got you flustered, even after he had said it so many times.

This was basically routine for you two. You texted all the time but at least twice a day, you both would complain about your roommate to each other. He hated your roommate along with you and you hated his roommate along with him. It was a winwin situation. (A/N: sorry for my shit pun making skills)

Just as you were about to start studying, you heard the door slam shut, making you jump. Geez, could he be any louder? You thought, annoyed but glad that he was gone so you could use the desk.

The next day came around and you were so rudely awoken to the noise of the door being opened and then slammed shut. Again.

“Seriously?! I don’t have any classes until the afternoon! Could you be a little quieter?!” You yelled

No response.

Usually, he would argue back so you can guess that he had just gone to one of his morning classes and in fact, didn’t just come back from staying out ridiculously late after his night class yesterday.

Doyoung sucked. Like really sucked. But he was always on time for rent and never invited anyone over without your permission, plus he wasn’t a party guy and never trashed the apartment. He was just a dick in his attitude, not his behavior. Which you guess is the only reason you tolerated him.

You grumbled, rolling over on your side and grabbing your phone, seeing a message from your best friend.

[dongie]: hey, you up yet sleepyhead?

[Y/U/N]: ya, unfortunately

[dongie]: my roommate just yelled at me while I walked out of the apartment :(

[Y/U/N]: aw, my poor baby, you must be so devastated

[dongie]: I literally cannot tell whether you’re being sarcastic or not

[Y/U/N]: I’m being sarcastic. Anyways, what are you doing right now

[dongie]: I deserved that

[dongie]: and i’m just walking to class

[Y/U/N]: it just occurred that I never asked you what college you go to?

[dongie]: oh yea. I go to insert college name here

[Y/U/N]: ...

[dongie]: ?

[Y/U/N]: ...I go there as well...

[dongie]: ...

[dongie]: so you’re telling me that we’ve been going to the same college all this time and didn’t know?

You sigh, trying to calm down your racing heart as well as trying to prevent yourself from throwing your phone against a wall as hard as you possibly can

[Y/U/N]: yep, that’s exactly what i’m telling you

Immediately, you feel your phone vibrate and look to realize that he’s calling you. Like anyone would be, you were surprised but answered the call anyway.

“Holy SHIT”

is the only thing you heard before silence and very ragged breathing

“I just screamed that in the middle of the street.”

“Dongie?” you asked, trying to hold back a bit of laughter

“Yep that’s me”

His voice sounded familiar but you couldn’t really put it to a face. It was over the phone so you couldn’t hear him that clearly

“so...are we meeting up?” you asked, trying not to freak out

“I’ll be fucked if we’re not”

You finally let out a laugh and you got a small chuckle in return. The only thing that went through your mind in that second is how beautiful is laugh was and how you wanted to hear more of it.

“I haven’t even told you my real name yet,” he said, slightly breathless “It’s Doyoung”

Your eyes went wide and before you knew what you were doing, you immediately hung up. You threw your phone at your floor, looking at it as if it were the most cursed object in existence

“...fuck,” you said aloud, just about ready to yell at the top of your lungs

You hear your phone vibrate again, most likely Doyoung trying to call back. You pick it up and deny the call, hands shaking.

[dongie]: Y/U/N?

[dongie]: hello?

[dongie]: what happened?

[dongie]: are you ok?

You turned away from your phone, trying to distract yourself. But it just kept vibrating because of Doyoung’s consistent and confused messages.

After a while, the vibrating stopped which you assumed was because Doyoung had reached his class.

About maybe two hours had passed and you voiched for studying on the desk the entire time. Normally you would procrastinate and leave it till last minute like every other completely logical college student, but all you needed right now was something to distract yourself with.

You heard the door open and turned around to see Doyoung, his eyes and shoulders droopy and his lips contorted into a frown. You had never seen him so sad in all this time living with him. It definitely hurt your heart.

“hey” he said quietly, quickly brushing past you to go to his room

You were frozen. You were pretty damn sure that you had never felt this bad about anything in your entire life. Ever.

You took in a deep breath and picked up your phone, your heart beat picking up. Your fingers shakily moved to call Doyoung. As soon as you hit the button, you heard a thump come from his room, as if he had fallen off of his bed and immediately after a very loud and worried hello, which you heard from your phone as well.

“Hey...”

“why did you hang up?! Did I do something?! Are you ok?!” you could hear everything he was saying loud and clear from his room

“yeah, you did”

“What is it?! I’ll do anything to fix it!” he sounded so desperate, making your heart ache even more

“yeah. You nag way toO FRICKIN’ MUCH” you said, getting louder with each word, making sure Doyoung could hear you from his room

There was more loud thumping and suddenly Doyoung burst out of his room, his eyes meeting yours. His hair was dishevelled and his eyes were wide.

“FUCK” he shouted before sighing extremely loudly “THIS IS THE OPPOSITE OF HOW I WANTED TO MEET YOU”

“tell me about it” you said, trying to control yourself, not believing you had never noticed the resemblance between your online friends’ personality and Doyoung’s personality.

You both stared at eachother for a long time. Once the you had both calmed down, it started getting really awkward.

“I- this is too much” he said, confused

“Don’t worry, it took me a while to process it too”

Without warning, Doyoung started walking up to you and put his face at the same level as yours. You could see red rising to his cheeks and he opened his mouth.

“I love you.”

“You- you what?” you said, heat rising to your cheeks as well

“You’re annoying as fuck. I know you think I’m also annoying as fuck. But you’re also funny and you listen to my worries and always manage to make me smile with your utter stupidity, and I know that I also somehow manage to make you smile. I love you.”

you blinked a few times before what he had said completely registered in your brain.

“...I love you too. You absolute dummy” you said, a bit hesitantly

He smiled and pulled you into a slightly awkward hug. You would work out the fact that you two complained about each other to each other without knowing for who knows how long. For now though, let’s just focus on all the things you loved about each other.

#doyoung #kim doyoung #nct doyoung #nct kim doyoung #NCT #nct imagines #doyoung imagine #nct fluff #doyoung fluff #fluff #imagines #nct crack #doyoung crack #college au #enemies to lovers

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odderancyart · 5 years

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Dog Collar

Based on these tweets

AO3

During the two days he’d been stuck in Underfell, Stretch had seen a lot. The one time he dared take down one of the planks covering the windows, he’d immediately been met by the sight of a fight in the middle of the street upon which Edge – his asshole counterpart – had soon appeared and terrified the bunny and the bear out of the fight until they cowered before him. After that he’d never tried to leave the house again. Yeah, his HP wasn’t low, per se, at 140, but he didn’t doubt every monster out there had tons of intent.

Not least because he’d felt the intent Edge radiated when he found him in his house, before Red could explain. It had been enough to have him flinching away, and Stretch wouldn’t call himself an easily frightened monster.

He’d almost been dusted in the forest too, by the dogs – because in this universe, it was apparently the dogs who guarded Snowdin, not the bunnies. Hadn’t Red appeared the right moment, he would undoubtedly just be another pile of dust in Snowdin forest. One of many, tainting the air and the snow. Turning it grey and making it taste like ash. It made him feel like he couldn’t breathe.

Yet, nothing quite upset him as much as seeing that damned collar around Red’s neck. He glared viciously at it as he lounged in the living room couch, waiting for the other to finish his reports to the King – another difference, King Asgore was here and Queen Toriel was gone – so they could go down and work on the Machine. He really wanted to go home. Sans must be worried sick. But right now, he had something even more serious to worry about. How Edge, who was him, had apparently claimed ownership of his brother.

Wasn’t that the most fucked up thing he’d ever seen?

Heck yeah it was.

“Heh,” Red said, making him twitch. He looked up from the papers he had spread out on the coffee table, raising an eyebrow. “Ya got a problem wi’ my face, buddy? Yer lookin’ like yer tryin’ ta glare a hole in me.”

A blush lit up Stretch’s cheeks as he shook his head. He scooted over to Red’s side of the couch, ignoring how Red’s eyelights followed him with badly hidden amusement. After a moment of hesitation, he reached up to hook a finger around the crimson spiked collar around Red’s neck. Red blinked, surprise and confusion flashing over his face. He dropped his pen onto the table, and it clattered as it landed.

“Not you,” Stretch said. “This.”

Red frowned, staring at him like he was crazy. Hot rage rushed through Stretch. Stars. Edge had Red so brainwashed he didn’t even realize how messed up this was.

“What about it?”

“It’s really fricking messed up, Red, that’s what about it.” Offence flashed over Red’s face, and a noise akin to a growl escaped him. A warning. Stretch took no notice of it. “Red, your brother is a fucking asshole-” Something dark swept over Red’s face. “-and a dangerous one at that, but I can accept that because your universe is a hellscape. But this is going too far!”

“What th’ hell are ya going on about?” Red exclaimed. His hand flew up to where Stretch’s fingers still were hooked around his collar and pried them off, squeezing tight.

Wincing in pain, Stretch threw up with his free hand. “He put a dog collar on you! That’s messed up, man! Claiming ownership like that over his own brother.”

“Wha-” Red cut himself off, gaping. He let go off Stretch’s hand as his own fell to the couch, limp. With wide eyes, he stared at Stretch in complete astonishment before a mix of fury and concern filled his eyes. He lifted his hand again to jerk at his collar. “This is a fuckin’ accessory, buddy. Fashion. Look it up. What’s wrong with ya? Wha’ kinda place- I thought yer universe was supposed ta be all sunshine an’ rainbows?!”

Now it was Stretch’s turn to gape. His soul pounded against his ribcage as he looked down on Red’s flabbergasted expression, but when he tried to speak, he couldn’t get a word out.

The door slammed open, a cold wind sweeping in and rustling Red’s papers, and both of them jumped. Red’s eyes flickered between him and the newcomer as Stretch twisted around, his breath catching, just in time to see Edge close the door again and lock all four locks. The lieutenant of the Royal Guard was in black armour with that torn, blood-red scarf around his neck. Three deep scars ran down over his eyes, reminiscent of the crack leading from Red’s, up on his skull. His perpetual scowl was covering his face, as always.

“Ey, boss,” Red said, incredulity shining through his voice. “Seems like Underswap ain’t as nice as we thought.”

“Oh?” Edge marched over to them, crossing his arms as he glared down at them both. Stretch’s soul froze over. By Toriel, his counterpart was terrifying. “Do elaborate on that, brother.”

“Stretch thought my collar was yer claim o’ ownership. That’s messed up.” He glanced at Stretch. “Like. Yeah our universe ain’t the nicest place but holy hell, at least we don’t do slavery.”

“What the absolute fuck.” Edge’s voice was collected but Stretch thought he could see horror shine through his gaze.

“Hey!” he protested, raising an arm like he was back in school. “We don’t do slavery either.”

Both of them turned to look at him. From the way they stared, he was certain neither of them believed him.

“Then why th’ fuck did ya make that assumption?” Red demanded, sticking his hands in his pockets and scooting away from him until he was basically sitting on the armrest, next to where his brother was standing.

Edge’s expression was passive as he met Stretch’s gaze, but there was something unidentifiable in his eyes. “I am glad to hear that you think so little of me that you seriously think I’d enslave my brother, ashtray.” He turned his back to him, only casting a gaze on Red before he stepped toward the staircase. “I will change clothes, and then I am off to see Undyne, Sans. You know your orders.”

Glancing at Edge, Red nodded. “Sure, boss.” Edge’s door clicked closed, and Red fixed his eyes on Stretch. Sweat slid down Stretch’s neck and he swallowed, leaning backwards. He couldn’t read the other at all and had no idea what the hell he was thinking, or planning. After a couple moments of tense silence, Edge came back out, now in black jeans and a leather jacket, and left through the front door without giving either of them a single look.

“Welp, ‘m going ta Grillby’s,” Red said, startling him, and jumped off the couch. Without a sound, he teleported over to the door. He glared at Stretch. “Ya stay right. There. And when ‘m back, yer going ta explain exactly wha’s going on in yer universe, and then yer going ta apologize ta th’ boss.”

Stretch couldn’t do more than nod quickly, wide-eyed, before Red was gone. Once again, he’d shortcutted without a sound. How he did that, Stretch wasn’t sure. His own shortcuts were never silent.

Swallowing again, he picked up his phone and wrote his brother a message he likely wouldn’t ever receive. His soul raced, and his fingers shook as he tapped in the letters. Love you, bro.

Living had been fun.

#underfell #underswap #uf sans #us papyrus #uf papyrus #dog collars #collaring #red's going to grillby's to spy and listen for dangerous rumours btw #if anyone was wondering #my writing

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OKAY, THAT IS IT! THIS IS THE FINAL STRAAAAWW! I've had it with all you frickin trolls, and all you frickin haters, and all you frickin stupid fan-fricks! YOU GUYS ARE THE ONES THAT RUINED CARTOONS FOR EVERYONE! Can't you see that?! What the frick are you guys DOING!? Asking for all this fricking garbage? WHY DO WE NEED ADVENTURE TIME? WHY DO WE NEED REGULAR SHOW? WHY DO WE NEED ANOTHER SPONGEBOB MOVIE? WHY DO WE NEED A- A FANBOY & CHUM-CHUM REVIVAL?! WHY DO WE NEED ALL THAT?! CAN'T WE HAVE A PROPER 90s STYLE CARTOON SERIES, FOR CRYING OUT FRICKING LOUD?! You guys killed the Rocko series! All you frickin' FAN FRICKS, and your FRICKING FANTASIES SPEWED OUT AT YOU BY FRICKING POOP MERCHANTS! I'M TIRED OF ALL YOU FRICKS! I'M SO FRICKING MAD, AND I'M...So fricking mad! I mean, you guys, YOU GUYS, HAVE OFFICIALLY MADE ME LOSE MY MARBLES!! WHY CAN'T YOU GUYS JUST ASK FOR A PROPER 90s STYLE CARTOON SERIES?! THIS IS A NIGHTMARE! [Sammy throws a chair against the wall] I'm sure NO Rocko fan predict- would predict that...the ADVENTURE..the Adventure Time fantasizers would RUIN EVERYTHING! And now I bet by now CA- CARTOON NETWORK has got a frickin' PROBLEM SOLVERZ movie in development. With frickin' PAPER RAD! 'cause you FRICKIN' FRICKS just CAN'T EVER BE QUENCHED. YOUR A- YOUR MY LITTLE PONY FANTASIES CAN NEVER BE QUENCHED, CAN THEY? YOU FRICKING FRICKS!' When will you learn, WHEN WILL YOU LEARN, THAT YOUR ACTIONS HAVE CONSEQUENCES?! YOU GUYS KEEP ON ASKING FOR AN ADVENTURE TIME MOVIE! AND YOU'RE RUINING THE CARTOON WORLD, HAS IT ALREADY SUFFERED ENOUGH?! AND IT'S STILL SUFFERING! WHAT THE FRICK?! PARENTS JUST CAN'T HANDLE...ROCKO IN THE MODERN WORLD, CAN THEY? ALL CAUSE, WE HAVE TO HAVE THINGS CENSORED! WE HAVE TO HAVE THE BEST JOKES TREATED AS THE WORST! WE HAVE TO HAVE...WE HAVE TO HAVE THREE SLIGHTLY INCOMPLETE EPISODES, DON'T WE?! ANOTHER HALF-ASSED DVD SET!!! HUUUAAAAAAAGAAAHHHGH! [incoherent squealing while Sammy flails his arms around and jumps up and down] YOU FRICKIN' FRICKS! I'VE HAD IT, I'VE FRICKIN' HAD IT! YOU GUYS HAVE OFFICIALLY RUINED EVERYTHING! YOU'VE RUINED THE SPONGEBOB SERIES, THE ROCKO SERIES IS DEAD, 'CAUSE OF THE SPONGEBOB FANBASE! I WILL FOREVER HATE THE SPONGEBOB FANBASE, THEY RUINED EVERYTHING! [Sammy kicks his closet door repeatedly] RUINED...EVERYTHING! [Sammy slams a basket against the ground] I HATE THE SPONGEBOB FANBASE. I... HATE THEM! [Sammy slams the basket against the ground again] [deep breathing from four minutes of screaming] Why's the Spongebob fanbase have to BE LIKE THIS? Oh- Why does the cartoon fanbase have to be so numb-skulled?! Can't you guys FRICKIN' ACCEPT, THAT WE NEED A PROPER GOLDEN-AGE STYLE CARTOON SERIES?! HOLY FRICKIN' FRICKS!!! HOLY FRICKING FRICKS! Why can't we have UNCUT ROCKO'S MODERN LIFE DVD SETS?! Is that so hard to ask? Why can't we have a Futurama sequel? Or, uh...a Futurama prequel?! Or, uh...even a new South Park movie? WHY CAN'T WE HAVE THAT?! [Sammy kicks closet door again] WHY DO WE NEED, AN ADVENTURE TIME MOVIE?! WHY DO WE NEED THAT? WHY? TELL ME? TELLL MEEE! TELLL ME NOWWWWW! [Sammy growls like an animal] CURSE YOU STUPID... FRICKS! You guys RUINED it! You ruined it with your fricking fantasies, your ADVENTURE TIME FANTASIES. "Oh yeah, let's see. GIVE US more Adventure Time. GIVE US more Regular Show. Give us more bland and humorless jokes. THAT'S WHAT COMEDY'S ALL ABOUT, HUH?" "RIGHT! RIGHT DISNEY CHANNEL, RIGHT! GIVE US... FRICKIN'... MORE HANNAH MONTANA CLONES, YEAH, WE NEED MORE OF THOSE!" Sammy kicks wall "As if this sitcom wasn't enough, or THAT sitcom! Oh, oh! While you're at it...While you're at it, why not frickin' give us more LIVE ACTION SUCKFESTS?" WE ALL NEED THAT HUH? WE ALL NEED THAT? WE DON'T NEED CLASSIC SATIRE, RIGHT? WRONG!!! Why do you guys have to ruin it with your fantasies? Why does it have to be like this?! I mean, for MONTHS, I've been giving everyone my ideas of a cartoon sitcom... in the style of Rocko's Modern Life, which... is personally the BEST NICKELODEON SHOW! Okay? I mean NICKELODEON NEVER ACKNOWLEDGES Rocko's Modern Life, it makes me so mad! I mean, why doesn't that show get attention, even Ren & Stimpy does! This makes me so frickin' mad. YOU STUPID... FANS HAD TO RUIN EVERYTHING WITH YOUR ADVENTURE TIME FANTASIES! Holy frick! "Oh, give us more Adventure Time! Give us more Regular Show! Give us more washed-up new episodes of The Simpsons! Give us more Problem Solverz! Problem Solverz revival! Yeah! Give us more trash!" YOU GUYS ARE ALREADY ASKING FOR MORE TRASH! "Oh, frick Futurama, give us more Adventure Time!" NOOOOOO!!! YOU FRICKIN' FRICKS! YOU GUYS HAD TO RUIN IT! YOU GUYS HAD TO RUIN IT! WHY? WHY WHY? WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE LIKE THIS? [Sammy coughs from screaming] Why does it have to BE LIKE THIS? [Sammy kicks the wall again] Why... why? WHY? WHY? You- You stupid fans! The Adventure Time fanbase is just getting me frickin' WORKED UP! [Sammy kicks the wall yet again] All 'cause, they can't give us something actually ACCEPTABLE! JUST WHAT THE FRICK, oh what the frick? This makes me so mad! You guys ruined everything with your Adventure Time fantasies! YOU GUYS ARE FRICKIN' IDIOTS! [Sammy begins stuttering] [Sammy begins throwing various Wii U and other games at his closet door] WHY'D YOU HAVE TO RUIN EVERYTHING?! WHY? WHY?! JUST WHY? WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE LIKE THIS? [Sammy throws some plushies on the ground] I'm tired of this! I'm tired of this! The CARTOON UNIVERSE IS RUINED THANKS TO YOU GUYS! You frickin' fricks! Holy frick, why's it have to be this way? [Sammy growls like an animal again] I HATE THE SPONGEBOB FANBASE, NICKELODEON IS RUINED! WHY CAN'T YOU GUYS LAUNCH A REBUTTAL AGAINST TELEVISION, TO HELP US BRING BACK THE TRUE CLASSICS? WHY'S IT HAVE TO BE THIS HARD?! [Sammy stomps his foot] You... frickin'...FRIIIICKS! [Sammy throws one last plushie at the ground] Frickin... Fricks! Frickin... FRICKS! [Sammy hits his pillow repeatedly, then knocks over his camera with it] [Scene cuts to Sonic art with Sammy's voice in the background] AND LIKE I WAS SAYING EARLIER, NICKELODEON NEVER ACKNOWLEDGES ROCKO'S MODERN LIFE! WHAT THE FRICK? WHY CAN'T THEY EVER FRICKIN' ACKNOWLEDGE THAT SHOW? THEY NEVER FRICKIN' GIVE IT THE LOVE IT DESERVES! YOU ALWAYS SEE THEM IDOLIZING FRICKIN' SPONGEBOB AND REN & STIMPY! It's NEVER ROCKO'S MODERN LIFE! WHAT THE FRICK? If we just tried to make a brilliant show like Rocko's Modern Life, I bet that could rejuvenate the cartoon landscape! You frickin' fricks say "oohhh, Rocko's excellence can't be matched." IT CAN BE FRICKIN' SURPASSED, IF HUMANITY WOULD JUST FRICKIN' COOPERATE AND FRICKIN' GROW SOME BALLS! Holy frickin' fricks! What the frick is wrong with you guys? Why's it have to be like this? Why can't you guys ASK FOR SOMETHING WORTHWHILE?! WHY'S IT HAVE TO BE LIKE THIS...Uhh, HOLY FRICK I HATE ALL YOU FRICKIN' FAN FRICKS! And like I said, it's always Spongebob and Ren & Stimpy! Those shows always get acknowledged, it's never Rocko's Modern Life, that's the best Nickelodeon classic! Holy frickin' fricks, it's not Invader Zim, it's not- it's- it's not Fanboy & Chum-Chum like some of you say, it's not Fanboy & Chum-Chum! You frickin fricks come to my channel and say "Ooohh, Fanboy & Chum-Chum is the best Nickelodeon show!" I know it's just you frickin' trolls, tryin' to frickin'...tryin' to frickin'....tryin' to frickin'...mess with me! What the frick! What the frick, y-you frickin' trolls just need to GET OFF MY CHANNEL RIGHT NOW! You frickin' fricks, I hate all of you, why's it have to be like... this? Why can't you guys just frickin'...Why can't you guys just frickin' be good people? And...the Spongebob fanbase. CURSE THE SPONGEBOB FANBASE! YOU GUYS ARE ONES THAT RUINED THE SERIES, YOU RUINED THIS ENTIRE SERIES. Holy frickin' fricks! And guess what? You frickin' fricks...okay...you know what...Avatar is doing much better right now! I mean, when fans requested...when fans requested a sequel series to Avatar, NICKELODEON FRICKIN' DID IT! Why can't Cartoon Network be the same? I thought that when Symbionic Titan was announced, it was going to stay on Cartoon Network. But guess what? Instead, we get...The Problem Solverz! Okay, I'm sorry...I'm sorrry...that...Okay, I actually don't hate The Problem Solverz THAT much. I'm sorry. I'm just getting worked up 'cause of you frickin' Rocko haters! Holy frickin' fricks! I mean, this makes me SO MAD!' You frickin' fricks just ruined everything with your frickin' Adventure Time fantasies, YOUR FRICKIN' ADVENT- [Sammy breaks down in tears] YOU FRICKIN' FRICKS RUINED EVERYTHING! [sob] YOU FRICKIN' ADVENTURE TIME FANTASIES! [sob] WE CAN'T GET A FANBOY & CHUM-CHUM REVIVAL YOU IDIOTS! 'CAUSE THAT WAS WHAT KILLED NICKELODEON IN THE FIRST PLA- [sob] YOU FRICKIN' FRICKS! YOU GUYS HAVE TO RUIN EVERYTHING! I HATE YOU FRICKIN' TROLLS, FRICK YOUUU! [scene switches to Sammy on the floor, in tears and with a blanket on him] Please, cartoon fans, I beg of you! PLEASE STOP SUPPORTING ADVENTURE TIME! And support my idea... of a full revival of the 90s classics! PLEASE! Please...please! All Rocko fans out there, we can assemble... and heal Rocko for good! WE DON'T HAVE TO LISTEN TO THESE ADVENTURE TIME FANTASIZER-ZERS! THESE FRICKIN' FAN FRICKS, WE DON'T HAVE TO FRICKIN' LISTEN TO THEM! Please cartoon fans please! [Sammy writhes around on floor] STOP SUPPORTING ADVENTURE TIME, STOP RUINING CARTOONS! YOU FRICKIN' FAN FRICKS RUINED ANIMATION! [Sammy writhes around again] FRICK, FRICK, AHHH FRICK! [Sammy hits his foot and holds it in pain] FRICK! FRICK FRICK! THIS IS FRICKIN' STUPID! GRRR CURSE YOUUUU! CURSE YOU CARTOON FANBASE!

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