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parkhabits · 4 years

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Movie Marathons {M}

Park Jinyoung x Reader Genre: Fluff / Smut / Drabble Summary: Halloween night and all you wanted is to have movie marathons with Jinyoung instead of being dressed up as Minnie Mouse and at a frat party.

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He was irritated. Annoyed at best. His day was draining, his body exhausted physically and mentally. He always looked forward to home. Loved the quiet and comfort of his space. After long and tiring days he loved being able to shut the world out. Especially tonight of all nights while people were out partying and getting dressed up. He found satisfaction in curling into bed and rest. He was about to do just that until his phone buzzed.

He could have ignored it. Yet something had been gnawing at him all day. The feeling in his gut poking at him to look at the message.

Y/N [12:08am]: Jinyugkeeee Can you pleade come get me?

He stared at it blankly. Debating to ignore it. It was apparent you were drunk. The state of your text message proved it. Deep down he knew why he had been on edge all day and short tempered. You had bragged on and on how you had been invited to Johnny’s house for a Halloween party. In fact, you couldn’t stop talking about how you were ready to let loose and unwind after a week of finals. That alone annoyed him. He never understood the need to party in order to unwind. The need to drink to let loose. There were plenty of other ways people could do that. Some that didn’t involve a house full of rowdy guys. He almost chose to ignore it out of spite, until his phone chimed once again.

Y/N [12:10am]: please?

He was weak. Within two minutes of the last text message he had already grabbed his keys and wallet and was out the door. Abandoning his sanctuary to get you. Why? Because the thought of leaving you stranded there was enough to form numerous scenarios in his mind that made his blood boil and his foot step on the gas faster.

The air was humid and thick, every inhale filled your nose with the stench of mixed alcohol. You needed air, fresh air as you pushed your way past the dancing bodies, moving past a drunk soldier and a barbie and ken making out against the wall. Side stepping past the boys dressed as ninja turtles who jumped for joy at the beer pong table until you stumbled outside onto the porch. Away from everyone. Rarely had you come to parties like this. It wasn’t your scene, not in your comfort zone. You pushed yourself though, even going as far by making your makeshift minnie mouse costume. Wearing a red skirt and finding the ears from the local dollar store. It was all in an attempt to try and seek attention from the one you really wanted to spend the night with. You had hoped it would have worked, that if you talked about it enough, the details of what to expect that he may have told you not to go. Suggest doing something else. You felt foolish to think he’d ask you out. But there had been signs. Obviously you interpreted it wrong.

You liked Jinyoung. Had thought your friendship with him was progressing to something more. There were moments. The kind that had your heart fluttering, the kind where you internally cheered him on. “Do it. Ask me out already,” or “Kiss me you idiot,”. He never did and it only made you feel like the idiot. You didn’t have the guts to act on it either. You sat down on the steps, looking at your phone. He had seen the messages. Was he coming? What if he wasn’t?

Your head felt heavy, your face hot and flushed by the alcohol that was pushed on you. Your minnie mouse ears constantly falling off your head. You knew your limit, why were you stupid enough to go beyond that. You rested your head in your lap, ears sliding down once again but this time you decided to just leave it. Waiting for Jinyoung to come. If he didn’t, then the porch seemed comfy enough to rest until you sobered up. There was a sleepy haze looming over you.

“There you are,” there were footsteps behind you. It was the guy dressed as Fred Flintstone you met and talked to for a bit. “I’ve been looking for you,” he sat down beside you.

“Just waiting for my ride,” you murmur, head feeling too heavy to turn and look at him.

“Already? The party’s just getting started,” he coaxed, “Come have a few more drinks,”

You shake your head and even that requires a lot of effort. “I’m done for the night,”

“It looks like you need to lie down. Come on, I’ll take you to the spare bedroom,” his hand moves to your lower back, and though you think he does it out of comfort the touch has you shuddering out of unease.

“I’m fine,” you muster up the words and say it as carefully as you can so not to slur. “My ride will be here soon,” You hoped. You weren’t even sure if that were true.

“Why don’t you lie down while you wait?” He continues to persuade.

Annoyed and uneasy you stand to walk away from him. When you do, you feel and see everything around you begin to spin. You lean against the railing for support and without fail he snugs his arm around your waist. Trying to shift your body weight onto him so you’d be against him for support.

“Let me go. I’m okay,” but you weren’t. You felt so nauseous, felt stupid that you had even got to this point. You tried to push against him but were just met with the solid stability of his body.

“I’ll take you inside -“

“Y/N,”

You look up to see Jinyoung, two Jinyoung’s actually, walk towards you. You smile, “You came,”

Jinyoung wanted to curse at you right then and there. His hands were bawled in fists at his side. He doesn’t say anything, only walks to you and the dirtbag who had his arms all wrapped around you. He pushes him off you and you all but fall into Jinyoung’s arms instead. You knew you shouldn’t have, but you couldn’t control it. Your body and mind were disjointed. Though your mind screamed stand up, your body felt like jelly and your legs wobbled.

Jinyoung sighs deeply. Maneuvering himself to best support you as he begins to guide you to his car.

“Dude just let her- “ the guy doesn’t even finish his sentence as the ice cold glare Jinyoung sends over his shoulder advised him otherwise.

“My ears,” you mutter, trying to turn back to get those damn mouse ears.

“Leave them,” Jinyoung said through gritted teeth. Really? Out of all the things to be concerned about.

If he had arrived a few minutes later, or worse. If he hadn’t shown up at all. The thoughts sent a rage through him. If you weren’t so heavily reliant on him for support Jinyoung would have gone back and punched that Fred Flintstone jackass back to the dinosaur era.

With the world spinning it was finally a relief when you sat down in the passenger’s seat of Jinyoung’s car. Through double vision you watched as Jinyoung rounded his car, saw the furrow in between his brows. He was mad. Maybe you shouldn’t have called him. When he got into the car, he still didn’t say anything. Nor did he even look at you. Your head was still fuzzy, your eyes closing as the silence and the drive tempted you to sleep.

Jinyoung gripped the steering wheel hard. Focusing his attention to his driving and channeling his pent up anger elsewhere. Images of that guy’s arms around you flashing through his mind. He heard it as he approached the house, that sleaze ball trying to coax you to “lie down”. Whether it was innocent or not that whole scenario didn’t sit well with Jinyoung. From the corner of his eye he glanced at you. Your head was bobbing and he could tell you were fighting the urge to sleep. Unbelievable. He was angry that you let yourself get to this point. If he hadn’t shown up who knows what would have happened. His blood boiled at the thought, slamming more aggressively on the brake to have you whiplash forward and startle you awake. You glanced at him wide eyed but still he said nothing. Did he have a right to be angry? No. Was it because he was deeply in love with you? Yes.

“Oh no,” you managed to slur, a bit more alert from the realization.

“I can’t pull over if you’re going to puke,” Jinyoung said through gritted teeth.

You shake your head. “It’s not that. I forgot my purse there and my apartment keys are inside,” you explain though you were experiencing some bouts of nausea from the way Jinyoung was driving.

“Roommate?”

“Weekend trip with her boyfriend,” you internally curse yourself once again for getting to this point.

“We’ll get it tomorrow,” Jinyoung says. His temper was too high to turn back. Even the littlest thing, like seeing the jerk’s face could set him off and into a fight. He sighed heavily, “You’ll stay the night with me,”

You opened your mouth to object. Yet it sounded more like a command than an offer. At least he spoke to you though. Your heart pounded at the thought of staying the night in his apartment. Stomach swirling with nerves, anticipation and alcohol.

You had been to his place multiple times before. The warm beige walls and chic black furniture. Tastefully decorated for a young man his age compared to the decor you saw at Johnny’s house. During the car ride you thought you had sobered up slightly however the minute you stepped out that proved untrue. The pavement seemed like it dipped with every step, a mix of uphill and downhill. You feel Jinyoung grab your elbow, doesn’t say anything as he guides you into his apartment.

Suddenly you feel it. The lurch in your stomach. Something you hoped would never come. You push away from him, knowing your way towards his bathroom. As much as it felt like you needed to nothing came as you leaned against his tub for support. The toilet within leaning distance if need be. Now you regretted texting Jinyoung. Just as much as you regretted going out tonight. Your liver probably happy to know that you plan to abstain for a while. You buried your head in your lap, back against his tub as you remained on the bathroom floor. You groan miserably as even the floor seemed to rock, like you were on a boat during the middle of horrible sea storm.

“Here,” You hear Jinyoung’s voice. His tone is softer now, not as harsh as earlier.

You don’t want to lift your head for two reasons. First cause you feared any movement would cause the nausea to come about again, and second because you were too embarrassed to be seen like this.

“Drink some water Y/N,” Jinyoung urges softly. Brushing your tousled hair and taking your hand to hold the glass.

“I shouldn’t have texted you, but thank you for coming to get me,” you say as you sip the water. You grimace as you do so, your stomach not wanting anymore fluid in it.

“I’m glad you did,” Jinyoung says as he sits on the floor beside you.

You look at him surprised, “Are you sure? You seemed pretty mad,”

“I- uh,” Jinyoung sighs heavily, “Was annoyed at you. Then I was pissed at the guy whose arms were around you,” he explains.

The feeling in your stomach was good, not alcohol induced. But a giddy, almost excited feeling. “Because…?” you urged for more, staring directly at him. If he let another moment pass then you wouldn’t know what your tipsy self would do.

“Because I like you. Maybe even more than that,”

There it was. The confession you’ve been waiting for. Another moment and this time he had actually confessed. “Your timing is the worst,” you groan and let out a laugh as you bury your face in your hands. Jinyoung’s eyes widen. A sense of panic across his face and for a split second he wondered if maybe you met a guy at the party.

“You had to confess to me when I look and feel like crap,” you mutter as you keep your head down.

“Yeah,” he chuckles and nudges you. “Whose fault is that?”

“Yours,” you tease, “If you would have confessed sooner then I wouldn’t have gone to the party and we could have spent the night in, watching scary movies, cuddling and making out,”

Jinyoung cocks his brow, “Well from now on, no more parties, movie nights only.” He smiles. “Very interesting image of a drunk minnie mouse though,” You groan again and Jinyoung laughs. “Come on, you need to sleep this off,” he says.

“Just leave me here. I can’t move myself without everything around me spinning.”

“My bed’s comfier,” Jinyoung says, and in one easy and quick swoop he lifts you bridal style.

Your arms wrap around his neck out of reflex as you let out a startled gasp.

Your back hits the soft mattress. “You’re not gonna stay?” You ask as he begins to tuck you in.

“I’m a gentlemen who doesn’t get into bed with drunk girls,” Jinyoung smiles.

“Can’t trust yourself?” You tease.

Jinyoung chuckles, “Can’t trust you,” he pokes.

You frown, snuggling into his pillows deeper. “I’m good,” you murmur.

“Sure you are, but I’m irresistible,” Jinyoung kisses your forehead, “Good night Y/N,”

When he left you snuggled into his sheets, your world was spinning. Not because of the alcohol but the elated giddy feeling of having your feelings returned.

There was an incessant ringing. A large buzz pounded away at the already painful sensation in your head. You groaned as you finally registered what the sound was. An alarm clock. Why the hell did you put an alarm for a Saturday morning? Wait a minute, you don’t use an alarm clock. With painful regret you opened your eyes. Your body hurt, your head was a whole other level and the distance of the alarm clock on the nightstand from where you lay might as well have been a mile away. With a groan you reached over and slammed the snooze button before pulling the covers to block out the light. Did you forget to draw your blackout curtains? No, no you didn’t because you weren’t in your room. You weren’t in your bed. You tried your best to recall last night. Halloween, Johnny’s house, the drinks, too many drinks. You sit up immediately. Confirming and registering that you were in fact not in your own room. You winced at the brightness of Jinyoung’s room. Immediately you reach for your phone.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid,” You cringe to yourself as you read your message to him.

You look around his room, the opposite side of you remained unslept. Where was he? Was he mad? More importantly, what’d you do? Reluctantly you dragged yourself out of bed and into his bathroom. “Oh god,” you say revolted at the image of yourself in the mirror. The smudged makeup, tousled hair, probably from having to rearrange those minnie mouse ears all the time. On top of that, the smell of alcohol stenched your clothes and made you nauseous. Where were your minnie ears? You glanced at Jinyoung’s shower, hopefully he wouldn’t mind.

As the warm water washed over your body, relaxing and cleansing away all remnants of last night’s mistakes you tried to recollect everything else that happened last night. Judging you couldn’t find your purse before the shower meant that it was probably left at Johnny’s, hence why you’re probably at Jinyoung’s. What else Y/N? Then you gasped, covering your mouth in surprise as the hazy memories seemed to come flooding in.

“We could have had a movie night in cuddling and making out,” You could hear your voice so clearly. Did you really say that?

Because I like you.

You nip your bottom lip. His voice is distant but did it happen? You curse yourself for two reasons. First, if it was true and Jinyoung did confess you hated that you were too drunk at that moment to know now if it were true. Second, what if it wasn’t and now you were left with disappointment. There was only one way to find out you figured as you stepped out of his shower. After raiding his drawer and finding a pair of his sweatpants and tshirt you slowly open the door, peaking your head out to see if Jinyoung was around. It was quiet, however the smell of coffee tempted you to step out further. Your body craving the hot contents to flush away the rest of the toxins and hopefully clear your head even more.

“Well, good morning,”

You startle at the sound of his voice and you’d bet money he said it a little louder than usual on purpose to aggravate your headache.

“Hi,” you basically squawk, turning around to face him. Hungover or not it didn’t go unnoticed just how good looking he was in his grey sweats and black t-shirt.

“Funny, I remember you wearing something different to the party last night,” he looks you up and down.

“I hope you don’t mind me borrowing these,” You tugged at his shirt sheepishly.

“I don’t,” he grins, walking to his kitchen. “Coffee, water, advil?”

You basically groan as you flop onto his couch. “Yes to all three and if you throw in food I’ll worship you,”

“I’ve got bagels,” He offers.

“You’re amazing,” you hum as you sprawl on his couch.

When Jinyoung comes with hot coffee and a freshly toasted bagel you could have kissed him right on the spot. “It’s official, I worship you,” you say with the first sip of coffee. You set aside your food, “Thanks for getting me,” you say bashfully.

“Hoping it’s the last time,” he says. You nod in agreement. “Cause movie nights in, cuddling and making out,” he teases giving you a nudge.

You cringe, “So it’s true. I did say that,” You bury your hands in your face. So did that mean? “Did anything else happen?” You prod.

Jinyoung shrugs, “You tried puking and felt sick. You don’t remember anything?”

You nod, feeling the heat rush to your cheeks in embarrassment. There was also a pit of disappointment starting to form. So Jinyoung’s confession must have been your imagination.

“How are you feeling now?” Jinyoung asks.

Disappointed. “Good.”

“No nausea? Don’t feel gross?”

You shake your head, “Nope, thanks to the shower,”

“Sober?” He asks.

“Completely,” you answer.

“Good, so you’ll remember this.”

For a moment, you think you’re dreaming or imagining things once again. That you were in fact still drunk. But then his tongue traces your bottom lip, grazing and meeting yours as your lips part in response. Lips moving with his.

This was real. Very, very real and it was amazing.

His hand moves to the back of your head, fingers tangling in your damp hair. Bringing you closer, the other hand resting on your cheek sweetly. With the slightest tilt of his head he brings the kiss deeper, eliciting the tiniest little moan from you. As the disbelief and first initial shock pass you find yourself wrapping your arms around his neck, inching closer you’re almost sitting in his lap. Before he draws away he takes one last nibble at your lower lip, both your breaths heavy as you pull away only inches from each other.

“I like you Y/N,” Jinyoung softly murmurs. His nose nuzzles against yours in an eskimo kiss, “And you better remember that now,” he squeezes your side teasingly.

You jolt, laughing. “So you did confess. Finally,”

“Finally,” he agrees, taking your hand in his as he brings it to his lips.

“So when do you think I should get my purse from Johnny’s?”

Jinyoung lets out a little sigh with his laugh and you see the glint of amusement in his eyes as he pulls you to him to snuggle at his side. “After a scary movie marathon and some cuddling,”

“And making out,” You tip up to press your mouth against his, warm and returning. There’s a surge in your belly, beyond the initial giddy feeling previously. You pull away slightly and the feeling in your gut still burns with need.

You let it simmer. Jinyoung’s arm around you as the rest of the day was spent curling on his couch watching the good old halloween classics. There’s a comfortable silence between you two as you watch, settled in comfort. During the fifth movie you knew he was starting to grow restless as he starts tracing small circles along your shoulder. You try to be engrossed in the movie, pretending to ignore the way he keeps glancing over at you. Gradually breaking eye contact from the screen. A smile tugs at your lips and he catches the subtle way you nip your bottom lip. The simmer that you had earlier igniting into a needing flame.

“Pretty sure the movie is more interesting than my face,” you tease, keeping your eyes focused on the scene in front of you.

“I beg to differ,” Jinyoung murmurs. “I like what I’m seeing more, less scary.”

This time you look away from the screen and at him. Jinyoung’s smiling down at you, his grin mischievous, playful. His fingers continue to trace tiny circles along your arm, enticing goosebumps along the surface of your skin.

“I think I want my shirt back,” Jinyoung murmurs, his hand already moving to the hem of his t-shirt you’re wearing.

The sounds of screaming from the tv are ignored as you lean up to kiss Jinyoung. Feeling the warmth of his lips move in reciprocation against yours. The warmth in your belly ignites in a flame, moving to your core. Soon you’re moving onto his lap, straddling him. Grinding against him. His hands eagerly moving under your shirt to cup your breasts. His hands massaging and thumbs enticing in circular motions against your aroused buds. Your breaths are heavy, your kisses heated. When he pulls his shirt you’re wearing over your body you moan as his mouth immediately sinks to your breast. You moan, sinking your own lips to his shoulder as you nip. Your hips grinding against his clothed lap even more to soothe the ache between your legs. Feeling him hard under you. You’re hungry with need. Peppering his jaw with kisses, hands fisting in his hair as his mouth devours. His thumbs hook in the sweatpants you’re wearing. Bringing the cotton material down a little.

“Wait a minute,” Jinyoung looks up at you as he discovers something.

“What?” you say breath heavy.

He brings the material lower over your hips, “No underwear?”

You shrug, “I obviously didn’t come prepared to spend the night and shower here,” You laugh at the pained groan that comes from Jinyoung’s mouth as he hoists you up to change positions as your back is now lain against the cushions of the couch.

“If I had known earlier we wouldn’t have gone through five movies,” Jinyoung murmurs.

“Nothing stopping you now,” You raise your hips to assist Jinyoung with pulling off your sweats.

“No, no there isn’t,” Jinyoung looks up from his lash line as he trails kisses down your navel. He sinks down to your core. There was a flash of heat the minute his tongue comes in contact with your clit. Yet it didn’t diminish, it only continued to burn into a pinnacle of euphoric pleasure. Even as your hands fisted in his hair he only spread your legs further apart on the small width of his couch. You felt exposed, so open to him in the middle of his living room yet the way his mouth worked your core had you seeking more. Bringing yourself to grind against his mouth as his tongue circles and dives. Un-relinquishing ministrations of his mouth against your hot and sensitive center. You clenched around nothing, yet you felt everything.

“Jinyoung,” you quiver. You’re at the edge, so close. You just needed the final push.

As if hearing your inner thoughts Jinyoung slides two fingers and your heat relinquishes as you come around them instantly. Clenching and coming as his fingers curl up into you. The orgasm everything you had been wanting since you first felt his lips against yours.

Yet it wasn’t over. Not as Jinyoung kneels up and brings his own sweatpants down then he drives into you. Building you up again. You adjust yourself on the couch, giving him more room to move as he begins his strokes. You gasp as he bottoms out in you, your hands gripping his shoulder to brace yourself. You begin to move as you accommodate to his size. Moving in sync with him as the sounds of both your moans drown out the tv.

“Wait wait wait,” You say between breaths.

“What?” Jinyoung exhales, “Am I hurting you?” he eases off.

“No,” You prop yourself up on your elbows. “I just want to…” You kiss him softly as your hands press against your chest coaxing him to lay down. You straddle him again, this time taking him in you. Slowly you sink down on his length. Jinyoung’s eyes close, hands finding purchase on your hips. Then you begin to move, bowing up then down on him. You begin to ride him. Slowly at first, testing the new position. Adjusting to him from a new angle as you roll your hips. Hands resting against his chest for support. You arch back, and Jinyoung’s hands caress up your body. Hands back to your breasts. Your movements quickening against him as you begin to increase your pace, moving and bouncing on his shaft as you drive both of you to climax.

“Fuck,” you gasp, falling forward barely able to keep moving as the pleasure becomes to much to bare. Jinyoung starts thrusting in return, raising his hips at the new angle deep into you. With erratic thrusts both of you cum. You sink back down against him, riding out the last of both your highs before collapsing naked on top of him, body limp and completely satiated. Still within you Jinyoung holds you close, catching his own breath.

“I hope you’re comfortable because I don’t think I have the energy to move,” you murmur.

Jinyoung chuckles, his fingers trailing up and down your damp back. “We can stay like this forever I don’t mind,”

You smile against him, then let out a low groan as you roll off him with reluctance. Jinyoung adjusts and makes room on the couch as he holds you against him. “Thought you wanted to stay like that,” he frowns.

“We’ll need sustenance eventually,” you curl against him.

The loud scream on the tv startles the both of you, Jinyoung’s arms wrapping around you tighter in reflex. Both of you glance at the tv as the killer approaches one of the main characters. You laugh, snuggling against Jinyoung once again as both your attentions focus on the scene before you. However, five minutes later your attentions are both directed elsewhere again.

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fibrielsolaer · 5 years

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Smash Ultimate tier list based entirely on which characters I like and which I hate

BSP = Big Sexy Personality

FBNIS = Fun, But Not In Smash

MPATBUD = Mario Princesses Are Terrifying Blow-Up Dolls

S Tier

Kirby: absolutely the man, if you don’t love Kirby you’re probably the asshole who got this roster flooded with Marth World pricks

Pikachu: He quicc. He thicc. He’ll Thunderbolt you to hicc

Except it’s a she because I only ever play Librechu ;p

Bowser: BSP

Zelda: She is so cute, I can finally stand playing as her

Pichu: He is so cute, it almost makes up for how stupid he is

Ganondorf: He’s finally fucking cool. He uses the goddamn sword now

Lucario: What if Mewtwo was a Shaolin monk hunk

I only play purple Lucario for reasons you’re best not knowing

Toon Link: He’s the cartoon that Link and Young Link watched and modeled themselves on

Ridley: HOLY SHIT IT FEELS AWESOME TO PLAY RIDLEY

I love how the game designers know he’s way too small so when you fight him in Classic Mode as Samus he gets Giant modifier

K. Rool: BSP

Piranha Plant: The pain from the pipes, this disrespectful piece of shit is so stupid he wraps around to greatness, with his inclusion I’ve changed my mind and now say fuck it, add Bandana Waddle Dee, hell add a regular Waddle Dee if you want, I don’t even care anymore

A Tier

Luigi: Few people know that he and Mario are actually identical twins, his brother merely wears a fat suit (the weight of which has crushed his spine) so they can be told apart

Ness: I like the picture you get when you play for 20 hours

C. Falcon: This is the guy who beats up Incineroar. As the positive icon of the people he never shows any emotion except for “YUS!” and “SHOW ME”. All Might was probably based on this jackass

Jigglypuff: Like so many other Pokemon, its adorable facade is a veneer for an expansive and unfathomable eldritch demon. The difference is, despite how fucking many Pokemon like that there are, nobody has found Jigglypuff’s secret and lived to tell

Young Link: He’s actually Link’s son, who idolizes his father and wants to follow in his footsteps. His dad has strayed from the path but young blood here carries on the true faith. Also, FBNIS

Mewtwo: He was the original Damn Cool Pokemon. He jockeys with Lucario for that role now but all they ever do is sit there charging their neutral Bs talking about how the planet will explode in 5 minutes

Roy: He knows that the Marth World infestation is soon to be purged, because there are like five actual Marths including him, so he decided to become the best Marth World character so he alone will survive

Pit: The only cunt from his series besides Dark Pit who had the decency not to change voice and try to pretend it was the same fucking one. I never play as him ever but Sakurai sure cared more about making him fresh & fun post-Uprising than any of his other goddamn characters

Charizard: BSP

Dedede: BSP

Bowser Jr.: This rude little shit is the guy who you invite to a party and he brings his whole crew, excuse me no I didn’t invite Wendy and Horton and Lenny and all these bitches, but fuck it y’all cool

Simon: I like his funny walk and he looks like Conan the Barbarian

Richter: I like his funny walk and he looks like a dork

Isabelle: Do you know this literal bitch killed me with a fucking stop sign 3 times before I unlocked her, why isn’t that a reaction macro

Incineroar: He pretends to be a bad guy so that kids’ heroes will beat him up on TV and they will be happy. He is so sweet

B Tier (Everyone Is Meh)

Mario: Meh

Donkey Kong: Meh

Link: The dad who strayed from the path, I really don’t like the Breath of the Wild Link, FBNIS

Fox: Meh

Sheik: Meh

Dr. Meh: Mario

Falco: Hands off my meh

Mehrth: He’s kinda cool but Roy is way cooler

Mr. Game & Watch: What an annoying asshole

Wario: It’s not the cool Wario, it’s the stupid Wario Ware one, and he brings all his obnoxious waifu friends with him. It’s Wario after he retired from his teen Youtube star days at the age of 30 and he’s trying to stay young and cool-looking but his stoner friends keep fucking it up

Solid Snake: Meh, too indirect for me, FBNIS

Squirtle: Meh-est of the Pokemon Trainer trio, he just doesn’t provoke like any reaction from me at all unlike the other two

Diddy Kong: Meh

Olimeh: This is the most boring goddamn character, everything you do you have to pluck fucks

ROB: He barely animates

Villager: I kinda wish Animal Crossing let you be an animal too. The lone human character is really boring

Mega Meh: You got: FBNIS

Little Meh: I dunno I’ve just barely ever played him

Mehninja: Maybe I should actually try playing it once ever

Duck Hunt: If there was a B-and-a-half tier I’d put this one there because you can delay the side-B and set up Snake-level GOTCHA combos, otherwise the novelty wears off fast

Ryu: He is the 2nd-least likeable guy, what a turbo douche

Bayomehtta: She’s rule 63 Dante, her game was always just a DMC ripoff that relied on her tits & ass to differentiate from it

Inkling: I like the yellow hair girl one but I ABSOLUTELY HATE THE CRINGY-ASS ASSIST TROPHY AND WILL ABSOLUTELY UNFAIRLY BLAME THE CHARACTER FOR THIS.

C Tier

Samus: She is the most FBNIS character

Ice Climber: They’re really un-cute and I hate their desync thing

Metaknight: This guy was so much cooler before he talked, or rather, before he screamed AYAYGYGYAYGYAGA

Ike: Marth World has like 2,000 characters ranging from pegasus knights to barbarians to psychic dragon-girl dancers, and yet we keep getting these boring fucking swordsmen

Pokemon Trainer: Get absolutely the fuck out you twerp you don’t even do a goddamn thing and you die the second any one of your THREE fighters is KO’d so you don’t even incorporate the actual spirit of your original character unlike literally everybody else

Venusaur: If I evolved this ugly fucker I would delete my save

Lucas: If I had an Absolutely Gone Machine that could erase anything in the world and delete everyone’s memory that it ever existed so they would shut the fuck up about it, Mother 3 would be precisely the fourth thing I deleted

Robin: Least shitty post-Melee Marth World character but I just haven’t bothered to try it out to see if it’s actually good or not, probably because I’m just too allergic to Marth World by now

Dark Samus: Cool, but why

Daisy: MPATBUD, but this one has the closest thing to a personality. Unfortunately it is a fucking terrible and horrific personality

Zero Suit Samus: hey cool Samus is Barbie now

Ken: Remember how I said Ryu was the 2nd-least likeable? Well here’s Liquid Ryu to seize the coveted spot

Cloud: Yeah hey, let’s take the one Final Fantasy protagonist with like the least connection to Nintendo, no it’s fine, every goddamn Marth World game except the one that justified its worldwide presence has a character in but we’re not gonna use Cecil or Buttz or Terra

Corrin: Any hope this bitch had to go on my “Is a dragon so I like it” list was ruined by how absolutely infuriating it is to fight against Corrin especially that one Spirit match where he spams his INSTANT FINAL SMASH THAT HAS LIKE AN INFINITELY VERTICAL HITBOX fuck this goddamn digimon

D tier

Yoshi: I’ve hated this thing ever since it stopped going BAWONKA WONKA and started going blblblblblbl

add Birdo as an Echo and I might forgive you

Peach: MPATBUD, Peach is usually able to manifest either the behavior of a real person (Paper Mario) or the appearance of one (Smash), but sadly never both, she is doomed to blow-up-dollery forevermore

Sonic: Please add any other Sonic character, any at all, I’ll even take Charmy, I fucking hate Blue Bubsy

Wolf: The only reason he is not the furry-trashiest character in Smash is because Krystal is an AT, this cocksucker deadass awoos

Wii Fit Trainer: Next to her, Mario Princesses almost look human

Rozzalinda: MPATBUD and this one is the worst, far and away the worst Mario Princess, she is the creepiest fucking woman. WHY IS IT THAT NOBODY IN MARIO ACTS LIKE A HUMAN FUCKING BEING EXCEPT THE CHARACTERS WHO AREN’T FUCKING HUMAN. tl;dr the only people who say rosalina is their waifu collect people’s faces

Mii Fighters: you dress them up to make a parody of a character and then never once actually use said parody because they are stupid

Palutena: remember in Uprising how they could make fake Palutenas, this is one of them, they have a fake Viridi too, you know it is because starting in smash 4 it is clearly two different actresses trying way too hard to sound like the old ones and i can’t get over it sorry. (also she plays like shit)

Pac-Man: I only liked him when he was a pizza

Shulk: does he ever shut the fuck up

Lucina: add a red nose and it’s Marth: Tumblr Edition

Chrom: oh fuck off

Robin’s bitchass final smash still calls this clown

even if you use it on Chrom

he is so ashamed of his audacity he fucking fucks himself

#smash ultimate #tier list #tier #tiers #smash #ssbu #ssb

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“Home” | 3.5k

Summary: Jungkook can’t go back “Home” until he has his soulmate with him. OR Arya never felt like she belonged here and only one person could make her feel a connection in this world, a boy that goes by the name of Jungkook and talks to her about stars.

Words: 3,595

Genre: Fluff/Angst | Soulmate!AU

Pairing: Jungkook x O/C

Rooh’s note: I wanted to write a fic like this for quite some time, since I listened to “Home” by Gabrielle Aplin, I hope you enjoy, Thanks for reading, and i had fun writing this piece. Also this is a repost + rewrite.

“I’m a phoenix in the water, a fish that’s learned to fly, and I’ve always been a daughter, but feathers are meant for the sky. And so I’m wishing, wishing further, for the excitement to arrive. It’s just I’d rather be causing the chaos, than laying at the sharp end of this knife.”

Arya remembers her childhood memories always a little confusing, and incomplete, she recalls a day where she was sitting in the sandbox of their neighbourhood, where her parents placed her. They told her “Be nice with the other kids Arya, and you’ll make new friends.” with a smile spread on their faces that she couldn’t yet understand.

Parents usually want their kids to socialize and be accepted by society, and Arya’s parents wanted nothing less, they want their only daughter to have friends, to fit in, even at a young age.

Them moving didn’t help much, Arya was a shy child, she didn’t like having too many people around, for some reason she felt uncomfortable next to other children, at a young age she already knew that she wasn’t like them, didn’t share interest in the same things as them, even though she forced herself to.

She grew up with the need to be accepted into what seemed normal to other peoples eyes. Playing with girl friends, having Ken dolls that met with Barbies, pretending to be drinking tea from an obvious empty cup while talking what seemed grown up conversations never really appealed to her.

Friends would look at her funny when she said that she didn't understand the way they played, or even tell her that she is ruining all fun and leave her.

She wouldn't mind, she wouldn't care if they left her alone, she loved to be alone and listen to what the universe had to say, she loved to appreciate the creations and sense the energy they transmitted, for her that was enough. But her parents thought otherwise, like most parents they wanted their daughter to be happy and for them that seemed to imply that she needed friends, so she faked it. She faked to be like them, enjoy the same things they did, she faked so she could be seen as normal.

“Why are you so quiet?” Julia asked Arya, as they ate lunch on the cafeteria. The latest conversation was about this new boy in school, Jungkook, most girls seemed to think he wasn’t as gross as other boys, they even considered him cute, but reality is that Arya couldn’t care less.

Her thoughts wandered to a bird that was chirping near the open window outside. She found it magestic, so tiny, making such a powerful sound. She was startled when Julia threw a piece of bread as hard as her little arms could to the bird, making it fly away scared.

“What was that for?” Arya asked angry.

“What? That thing was annoying, and it kept distracting me.” Julia shrugged her shoulders.

“That bird was just singing. Why do you gotta be so mean? You’re always mean!” Arya got up from her chair abruptly.

“Arya, what are you-”

“You’re always this awful! I hate being around you, you’re always so mean to other girls and you made Sana and Josy fight that one time. I don’t wanna be your friend anymore!” Arya spurted in Julia’s face.

“It was just a stupid bir-” Julia tried to excuse herself but Arya began walking towards where the bird was, leaving the cafeteria after catching everyone’s attention.

That day she looked for that bird, even after the bell rang, but when a supervisor came to bring her back in she couldn’t fight it. She went back to class and the day passed by slowly, and as all she did was look at the window searching for that bird in hopes to see it again.

By the end of class, as a normal habit her parents came to get her a little late than the other kids, she was often left alone with a supervisor for at least 30 minutes, but that day was different.

A small cute boy, with a blue shirt came around and called for her, she followed him to the playard, and ignored the fact that he knew her name already even though they didn’t formally meet yet.

“What are you doing here?” Arya asked curious.

“I’m waiting for my parents, they are gonna pick me up soon.” Jungkook smiled.

“Why did you call for me?”

“I found what you’re looking for.” He said smiley as he grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the tree. “There” He pointed at the top.

Arya’s eyes searched for a bit and then they laid on the beautiful blue bird she had seen earlier in lunch. Her eyes shined with hope and a smile spread across her lips as the boy stared at her.

From that day on Arya and Jungkook became friends, she’d rather be friends with him than the rest of the girls. (or anyone for that matter)

Soon Arya learned how to deal with being by herself, she would rather not having people around her, than having someone that could remind her how much she could despise the human race. If what her parents wanted was friends, then Jungkook was there for her, he was her friend.

Jungkook was her best friend, but unlike her, he was a very social person. He was constantly surrounded by people, always making new friends, but she didn’t mind.

Just like in middle school, the same thing happened in high school. Jungkook was popular, playing sports, socializing, the perfect example of a kid parents would like to have, filled with friends and living high school to the max.

Arya was a left out, that lonely kid that sat alone in lunch, that girl that had her head stuffed in books most of the time, that girl that didn’t really care what you thought of her, she just wanted you to leave her alone.

Jungkook tried to help her fit in, inviting her to sit with his friends, but he soon realized that that only created an awkward situation for all of them. He sits with Arya most of the time, not because he feels sorry for her only having him as a friend, but because he enjoys her company. It was easier when they were younger, kids didn’t discriminate as much and everyone was the same at some point.

They hang out most of the times in her place, or his. But everytime she went there, there were other school mates around, making things weird for her.

It’s not that Arya doesn’t like people, she just doesn’t understand them. She tries, God, she really does. Only Jungkook knows how much effort she put into having an actual conversation with one of his friends when he asked Jungkook to introduce him to her.

“How can you do it?” Arya asked as she ate another mouthful of chips. “How do you… fit in like that?” She looked at him in the eyes, as the soft wind blew his hair in that stared night.

“What do you mean?” Jungkook asked again trying to steal the bag of chips from her, almost as if he didn’t take her question seriously.

“Stop, I'm serious you know… fit in, have lots of friends and at the same time…” She looked at him as he smiled. “at the same time be like me.”

He didn’t understand the question at first, so he laughed softly and asked “Why can’t i be like you?” with an arched eyebrow.

“Kook, you’re… you’re the only person in this world i think it’s worth anything. And it’s not just because you’re my only friend, it’s because you get me. Our conversations, our interests, the things you know… I can’t have that with anyone else, and believe me, i’ve tried. You know how much i’ve tried…” Arya said those words looking at the bright night sky, on top of the roof of her house as the cold breeze hit them. “I wish i could be like you, to be able to fit in, to be able to… connect with other people.”

Jungkook looked at her with pity in his eyes, he didn’t mean to, it just happened. Gladly she didn’t notice because he quickly laid back next to her and looked to the dark blue sky admiring the stars.

“What’s your favorite star?” He asked out of the blue.

“You already know what my favorite star is, i won’t tell you for the thousandth time.” she laughed.

“One day, i’ll take you there.” Jungkook turned to face her, and she did the same. “Write my words, one day i’ll take you there. And you’ll love it. It’s all-”

“Pink and bright. And there’s a river that looks like diamonds shining that goes all the way from the begging of the mountains to the very end.” she completed his sentence. “You’ve been saying that since we were kids, i thought your drug would’ve worn off by now.” she laughed and he followed him laying down and looking tot he sky.

“Do you believe in soulmates?” Jungkook asked, apprehensive.

“I don’t, i find it to be stories to keep love enthusiasts with hope.” She turns to face him. “But, if i’d say they existed, with no doubt you’d be mine. Cause no one else in the world could complement me like you do.” she smiled.

With those words Jungkook smiled as well, and turned to look back at the sky, with hope on his eyes.

Arya never knew that since that the words she spoke that day, would make things become different.

Graduation will soon happen, and both Jungkook and Arya are glad to leave high school. Arya doesn’t know what she wants to study yet, so she will take a year off, Jungkook on the other hand doesn’t seem to find interest in any of the scholarships he had won through sports. His answer is always “I have other plans.” But he never really reveals the plans.

Arya’s 18th birthday will coincidentally happen on the same day as he graduation day. Jungkook had turned 18 years old months ago, or so he says. He threw a big party for it, Arya was there because he insisted, but she spent most of the time in his room playing video games as he would pop in and out every 30 mins to check if she was ok and bring her snacks.

Jungkook promised Arya a birthday gift, even though she told him numerous time she didn’t want one, he said it was something he had to do, or else.

Lately Jungkook became more protective of Arya than he already was. He went to pick her up before school, and take her home after school, walk her whenever she had to go somewhere. It seemed that he stopped caring about his friends and was focusing on Arya only. She told herself that it’s because he was scared they’d stop being friends when they graduated like some people feared, but she assured him that that wasn’t the case, yet he kept being closer to her, as if he wanted her to know that he’s there, no matter what. And she enjoyed it, every minute of it.

Graduation day finally arrived, and the ceremony occurred like planned. For a lot of surprises, Jungkook’s parents weren’t present, Arya thought she’d at least see them once, but she didn’t. Jungkook himself was MIA. Nothing besides an ‘I'm gonna be late, don’t worry’ text from him was all she got.

They called her name, and she went up there, grabbed what belonged to her, took a picture and walked out. Finally that part of her life was over.

Everyone seemed to celebrate, and all Arya wanted was to know where Jungkook was. She couldn’t find him anywhere. He went missing all day making excuses.

Arya got home to find a text from Jungkook with a location to meet. It wasn’t a odd location, they’ve been there multiple times together to stargaze and pay on old swing sets. So she changed, ate something quick and went to the old amusement park.

As she jumped over the rusty fence, she tried not be caught on by local guards and walked towards the trees near the lake to meet him. She saw him whispering to himself and called for him. “Hey, there you are. I’ve been looking for you all day.” Arya said as she walked towards the bench Jungkook was sitting.

“Hey.” Jungkook greeted, then realized that Arya looked more beautiful than usually.

“Mom put some makeup on me, i thought it looked nice, so i decided to not take it off. Do i look weird?” She asked as she seated next to him, while he followed her with his eyes.

“No, not at all. You look good, I like it.” he smiled.

“You’re still with the graduation costume. You didn’t go home?” She asked him.

“Yeah.. uhm, i didn’t. I was here, thinking.” He looked to the void in front of him.

“Thinking about what?” she asked concerned.

“About how can I convince you to come with me.” He said still looking to the horizon.

“What do you mean come with you? Where to?”

“Home” Jungkook turned to face her. “I want you to come home with me Arya.”

With those words Arya felt confused, and began softly laughing. She soon realized that Jungkook was being serious because he had a straight face all along.

“What are you talking about Kook? What do you mean ‘Home’?”

“Arya,” He looked her in the eyes “what if i told you, that this is not where we belong, that this isn’t our home? That there’s a place somewhere, where you and i both belong, somewhere where you’d feel comfortable, where you wouldn’t wish to fit in, because that’s where you belong, and people there are just like me and you.” Jungkook’s hand slowly moved to meet hers. “What if i told you you didn’t need to feel like a phoenix in the water or fish that’s learned to fly? You get to be yourself, with me.”

“How do u know those words? I don’t remember telling you that, ever.” She looked at him with mistrust.

“I know those words, because I know you, that’s something you’ve said to me before.”

Arya felt her stomach tighten at Jungkook’s words. “I’ve never done such thing. What are you saying? How did you know that?” She retrieved her hand from his.

“I know it might sound weird, and i understand that. But please listen to me, that’s all i ask of you, to listen to me and try to comprehend. Listen until the end, and then you can make your own decisions, do whatever you want, ok?” He looked at her with hopes for a positive answer, and she granted him.

Jungkook began talking about their origins, that they weren’t human to start, they belonged to the moon, they were moon folks, and had lived there for as long as he remembers, even though they were both still young according to him. He explained that there was an explosion, a mistake that was yet to be explained, but the explosion caused a lot of malfunctions in their world and one of the consequences was that some of them were sent out of their homes to live in nearby stars until everything was fixed.

Both of them were sent to the star Arya considered her favorite now, they lived there for quite some time and decided not to go back, they met new friends, they made a life there, they liked it there and to top that it was all pink —Arya’s favorite color. Somewhere in life Arya got convinced by a friend of theirs to experience a new life, in a new planet called Earth. Jungkook was against it, because for some reason, Earth was one of the few places in universe where the soulmates logic didn’t seem to work or exist for that matter. There was too many distractions, people didn’t seem to care that they were meant to be with someone, they could simply ignore it and force a relationship with someone else. It was against what was written, what was natural and Jungkook didn’t like that.

Jungkook feared for their relationship, but for Arya he accepted the challenge, she wanted something different, Earth had everything they could imagine, and it was unexplored, so they embarked on this adventure.

But there was a malfunction in the ships with the first batch that was sent there, which they were part of. A lot of people lost their memories once they arrived, others disappeared and lost connections to their soulmate (which meant they probably died), in their case, Jungkook lost Arya.

He searched for her for almost 2 years, to find out that she had incorporated into human a child. Once he saw her he knew, his heart beated and he knew it was her, but to see her that defenseless, and dependent bothered him. He watched the family that adopted her for almost a year, and tried talking to her a couple of times to realize she had no memory at all of her past life.

That’s when he decided that he had to do the same, incorporate himself into a human child and grow next to her, protecting her until she was capable of understanding the truth, and try to bring her back. Which bring them to this point, where he’s telling her the truth.

“So you’re saying, that we used to live in the moon? And you’re my soulmate?” Arya asked still processing information, but before Jungkook could answer she continued. “If that’s true, that would explain why i feel like i don’t belong here, why i always wanted to leave this place, but still.” She looked at Jungkook. “You enjoyed yourself, you loved being here, you made all those friends and you’re telling me you don’t belong here? Tell me Jungkook, how is that possible?”

“I… I lost focus. My goal was to make you trust me again, but you were so closed, I tried to be part of you again, but you wouldn’t let me in, and to know that all we’ve lived, all we went thru together is erased from your memory, it’s something that hurts me inside. I was angry, i was… out of focus.” He turns to look down ashamed. “I tried to forget about you at some point, but I couldn’t. Yes i was always there for you, but i made other friends because unlike you, i didn’t have a family, i was alone. I compelled people to believe i had parents, to give me a house… I lived a fake life for almost 18 years just to reach this point.” He looked back at her, and saw her trying to wipe her tears.

“I lived all this time just to be able to let you know that we’ve had a life together, and i want that back. I want us back.” He reached for her hand, she didn’t hold it back at start. “I want us to go home, to live our lives the way they were…” Jungkook looked at Arya and took a deep breath exhaling tired and anguished while a tear rolled down his cheek. “I want my soulmate back,i want my other half, i want to feel whole again and not broken and empty. And only you can do that. So please, Please Arya” he pleaded. “Please tell me you believe me and you’ll come back with me?” he cries.

Arya’s cries began growing louder, as she pulled Jungkook in for a hug, she cried in his shoulder apologizing, over and over again, sobbing, feeling as guilty as possible.

“I never knew, and I-I’m, I’m so sorry.” She sobs uncontrollably.

“That day when i asked you if you believed in soulmates and you said no, i thought i’d die. For a split of a second I thought I'd end my own life but then, you said that if you did i’d be your soulmate. Until that moment i was almost out of hope, i had almost given up. But you gave me hope,” He backed up. “and i couldn’t hold it in anymore, I prepared myself to tell you.”

She looked at him with tears flooding her eyes and began apologising again. He raised his hands to touch her face, wiping her tears. “Don’t cry my love, it’s not your fault.”

“B-but you were all alone. And I… I didn’t do anything, I had no idea. I’m so, so sorry Kook.” She pouts even harder than she already was, her face red, her eyes puffy and her hair seemed to be everywhere. She looked messy yet Jungkook though she was the most beautiful.

“It’s not your fault, and i don’t really mind anymore, i just want to go home, with you.” His thumb caressed her cheek and she leaned in for comfort while showing a weak smile.

“With you, i’d go anywhere. As long as we’re together, does it matter where we go?” She asked with a smile, and he followed leaning in for a soft kiss, pushing his lips against hers.

Jungkook parted with his eyes still closed, foreheads touching, his hand on Arya’s nape and she whispered, “Let’s go Home”.

He complied with a nod, opening his eyes to look into her deep blue eyes, then whispered with a smile on his lips “Home.” ♡

Feel free to tell me your thoughts on this fic, as I'm always curious to read them and they motivate me into writing more. Thank you for reading~

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