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venusandromedadjarin · 3 years

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The First Time

Ch. 12, A Glint of Beskar

18+ smut, sex, oral! sex, fem receiving, TW: infertility is implied, 2.6k words

THE MOMENT IS FINALLY HERE <3

Mando’s POV

Mando holds you as you both watch the stars, the fire sputtering as it gets smaller and smaller. At some point, he had removed his gloves in order to wipe away your tears and even though you had stopped crying, they lay forgotten on the ground next to him. His heart ached while you told him your story, but now it ached for other reasons. Reasons he wishes he could tell you, but fear continues to hold him back. Fear of breaking his Creed.

You’re quiet as you move into his side more, his arm tightening around your waist. He can tell by your breathing that you’re still awake but he’s comfortable in his thoughts and doesn’t break the silence.

Your confession confirmed what he already knew, proves to him that he was right in his actions to go back for you. His whole being feels like it’s alive for the first time since he was a child, thanks to you. He realizes he wants to bear his soul to you in the same way you have to him. The Mandalorians have a word for this: ki’manir.

But this would go against everything he had been taught. As his mind mills over how to tell you everything, how to show you everything, he realizes all he can do is ask.

The rest is up to you, if you want to accept.

The next few hours blur together after you finally fall asleep in his embrace, and he smiles under the helmet as he watches the night unfold.

“Goodmorning mesh’la,” he whispers through the modulator as you stir against him, the fire long put out and the suns ascending further into the sky. “I believe it is time for you to see the surprise.”

You make a noise that’s somewhere between a whimper and a giggle as you sit up to plant a kiss on the Beskar, approximating where his mouth is, “Do I deserve that after-“

He cuts you off, pulling you on top of him to straddle his hips. “Y/N, you deserve everything. Don’t ever doubt that… I will do everything in my power to give it to you.” Mando leans his forehead against yours, wishing for the millionth time that he could do it without Beskar creating a barrier.

When he pulls into the Hangar in early afternoon, Peli and the kid are nowhere to be seen and he feels the familiar panic start to bubble in his stomach. By the time he swings his leg away from the jump speeder, you’re already halfway to the office, the windows covered in dirt. He watches as you rap your knuckles against one of the windows once, Peli’s shrill voice erupting soon after. “I’m up! I’m awake!” The child’s cries erupt next. As soon as he’s in your arms, he stops crying.

“Peli,” the modulator cracks slightly, “is it ready?” She gestures for Mando to follow and he holds up a hand, silently asking for you to stay behind for a moment. Following Peli up the ramp, the ship doesn’t immediately look different, but he notices the small shift in the length of the hull. A new door is at the front, directly beneath the cockpit and the small area that the cot slid into is no longer there.

“I created another place for a tiny cot… for the baby,” Peli explains, pressing a button on the wall next to the ladder. A panel opens up a space that’s about 3 feet by 3 feet, a small pad inside with blankets, ready for the child. Mando eyes the new door, hesitating before Peli nudges at the Beskar on his shoulder, “Well go look. Maker, don’t make her wait all day.” He finally reaches out, turning the small knob as Peli steps back, giving him space. Inside is a dimly lit space with a bed and small side table, as well as a carved out area in the wall. He studies it for a moment, realizing that the shelves are spaced out to fit his Beskar as if it was on his body, organized in a way making it so they would be easy to grab and put on. Turning to the bed, a flutter begins in his stomach and his heart pounds harder as he starts to think about what this means for the two of you. He waits a moment, trying to calm his nerves before returning to Peli.

“It’s good,” he hands her a bag of credits, hoping the crack in his voice is hidden by the modulator, but Peli laughs, seeing right through him.

“Yeah, yeah. You’re welcome.” She laughs again, turning to exit the ship.

“Peli, thank you,” her smile is the only indication she hears you.

As you come into view, you catch his eye, silently questioning what you two were up to, but Peli steps in before you can ask, “The big guy has somewhere to be, so let me say bye to the kid.” Handing her the little gremlin, you turn towards Mando, but he’s occupied with moving the bags from the jump speeder to the ship. He doesn’t give it away that he can hear you from across the bay.

“Peli,” you say quietly, “thank you for the other day. For talking.”

He listens intently, waiting for Peli’s response but when it doesn’t come, he realizes she was the one who helped you decide to tell him. Just like she is the one who mentioned the addition to the hull. Slightly shaking his head, the helmet hiding the movement, he finishes packing and does his best to ignore anything else from the conversation outside, quickly shutting off the hearing in his helmet as he goes back into the ship.

Having all of the bounties, he climbs up to the cockpit, his back spasming underneath his armor. Groaning into the silence of the cockpit, he punches in the coordinates to Nevarro, simultaneously starting the engine of the Razor Crest.

Dropping down into the hull, he stands at the top of the ramp, waiting for you and the child, who torments a pit droid briefly before waddling inside. As he watches you talk to Peli, he can’t help but notice the glow of your skin in the light from the suns, the way you bite your lip as you think of your responses, the way you reach out to squeeze Peli’s arm before pulling the small woman into a hug. He even notices the tears that escape your eyes before quickly wiping them away after saying goodbye. As you walk up the ramp, he quickly clicks the hearing back on in the helmet before waving towards Peli who smiles back before turning to yell at the small droids. The child looks up at him before Mando scoops him up, holding him against the Beskar and closing the hatch.

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Later, after the Crest has been flying through hyperspace for a while, you leave the cockpit, and he hears the shower start. The child is asleep in his arms, and once he knows you’re in the water, Mando drops into the hull and opens the new crib space. The kid has his metal ball clutched in his hands and coos as the blankets are tucked around him.

He knocks once on the refresher door, startling you before speaking in a low voice, “When you’re done, come through the door at the front of the hull.” He doesn’t wait for your response, knowing you’ll probably stay in the hot water for a while longer.

Mando investigates the room a bit more as he puts away your bags and clothes, realizing that Peli made cabinets for you both. Methodically, he starts taking off his armor and putting it onto its rightful shelves. With each piece, he finds his mind wandering to his plans for when you enter the room.

Right pauldron: He would slowly pull the towel away from your body, letting his fingers wander…

Left thigh: He would lay you down on the bed, whispering sweet nothings while doing so…

Gloves: He would make you fall apart in his hand, kissing your body as you tremble…

Mando hears the shower shut off just as he finishes undressing, his helmet still on in the dim light as he lays in the bed. He fiddles with the sheet, the only thing covering his naked hips, suddenly nervous about the fact that he plans on making love to you for the first time.

He had had sex before, ages ago, and had always enjoyed it. But it was always rough and quick, something he reveled in but always left him wanting more. As much as he wanted to tease you for hours, withholding and making you tremble underneath him, he knew he didn’t want the first time to be like that with you. Especially after your confession. Knowing that it would break his Creed to bear his soul to you, he knew this is the only way he could do it at this moment in time. Until you agreed to be his wife, he wouldn’t be able to do it any other way but this, with touch.

The thought of asking you to be his wife sent shivers down his spine: Was it too soon? Did you know who he truly was? Would you even want to have a life with him after he left you in that cold, dark-

The door opening cut off his train of thought and his breathing hitching as he takes you in, skimming over your naked body as you drop the towel just inside the room. He notices your own breathing stop when he stands up to his full height, the sheet dropping from his waist as he comes over to you, “Surprise, mesh’la.” He reaches out for your hip, pulling you into him, his cock twitching against your stomach. Turning you around in his arms, he closes the door, leading you forward and pressing into your back simultaneously. He hears you hum at the closeness of him as you look around the room.

“Mando… you did this?” Your voice is soft and you try to hold back the emotion in it.

“I had help,” your thighs are pressed against the bed now, his cock achingly hard as he gently guides you to lay down. “Close your eyes for a minute.” You do it without hesitation and the action turns him on even more. He wishes he didn’t have to ask you not to look, but the thought in the back of his mind that one day he won’t have to gives him enough self control to not break his Creed right now in this moment.

You hear him as he places his helmet somewhere, but don’t see how gentle he lays it in the space Peli created for it. A soft sound echoes through the room, before he kneels between your legs at the edge of the bed and pulls you forward so that your ass is on the edge. “You can open your eyes now,” he feels you tremble as his hot breath rolls over your clit, his lips close to you. He nips at your hip in the pitch black before teasing you with a finger, your body tightening and already starting to quiver. He wishes he could see you in the darkness as you gasp, his finger entering your wet folds. “Mesh’la,” he whispers against your thigh, causing you to whimper, your hands coming up to tangle in his hair.

Mando dips his head, his tongue softly pressing against your clit before removing his finger and tongue only to return seconds later, dragging it between your folds and making your hips buck. Tasting you makes him moan and he doesn’t think he will ever get tired of making you tremble beneath him like this. He repositions himself so that your legs are bent over his shoulder and he has full access to your pussy. Your moans echo through the dark room, your fingers tightening in his hair as his fingers return to you, teasing your entrance before dipping in and curling, hitting the spot that makes you thrust your hips into his hand. He catches your clit gently between his lips, sucking and making you whimper, your thighs clenching on either side of his head softly. His other hand cups your ass, pulling you deeper into him as he assaults your clit with expert movements of his tongue. His fingers speed up their pace, your pussy tightening and signaling that you’re close. You moan again, arching your back and he pauses his movements momentarily before flattening his tongue against your clit. The pressure sends you over the edge and he curls his fingers inside you, dragging the orgasm out as you breathe heavy and tremble, coming apart in his hand.

When you finally can breathe again, he gently puts your legs back on the bed and kisses his way up your stomach, across your breasts and gently nips your jaw before kissing your lips. Your tongue traces his bottom lip and he knows you can taste yourself. His tongue dips into your mouth, slowly circling yours before pulling away, “Are you-“

“We’re safe.” You already know what he’s asking, but you don’t want to get into that conversation right now so you gloss over the subject. “Please…”

As he positions himself between your legs, you trail off and feel the tip of his cock teasing at your entrance. He enters you slowly, achingly so and revels at the warmth and softness of your pussy as you stretch for him. He leans over you as you wrap your legs around his waist, one hand at the side of your head and the other softly resting at the base of your throat as he kisses you. The kiss is deep, both of you breathing heavy as he starts to move against you, his hips picking up a slow but even pace. You feel so good, clenching around his cock with every movement, a growl tearing from his throat at the sensations, his vision going gray at the edges. He has to mentally berate himself, reminding himself that this isn’t a quick and hard sex session, but your next words take him by surprise.

“Fuck me,” you whisper against his lips. He grunts, his hand tightening just a bit, and your moan makes him loosen his self control. He picks up his pace, your legs tightening against his hips and your nails dragging down his back. The thought of having your scratches on him tomorrow makes his body tighten, the familiar feeling of ecstasy rolling over him in waves and he knows he’s about to cum. You tighten around him as he moans against your lips, your own moan mixing with his in a primal and beautiful way. “Maker…” you start to tremble, your orgasm ripping through you as he pounds into you twice more before succumbing to the heat pooling between his hips. He removes his hand, holding both your wrists above your head as you quiver beneath him, both of you breathing raggedly as you come undone together, both of your orgasms ripping through your bodies with intense heat and pleasure. He moans, the last of his orgasm sending one more shockwave through him as you tighten once more around his cock, his cum filling you up.

He can’t help the words that tumble from his mouth when he finally pulls out of you, pulling you both under the covers and grasping you in his embrace, “Ner kar’taylir darasuum.”

My love.

#the mandolarian #din djarin #reader x din Djarin #din djarin smut #touch starved Din Djarin #the mandolorian x reader

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minjoonie-song · 3 years

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0:00 “Hello! Welcome to Minjoon’s Kitchen.” “Who’s fucking kitchen?” Brandon’s voice off camera startled a laugh out of Minjoon, loud and squeaky; and that was it for the theme of the live. “Welcome to uh... Welcome to Minjoon in a kitchen.” “Welcome to not Minjoon’s Kitchen.” Brandon added, finally coming into view. “Welcome not Minjoon to Minjoon’s Kitchen, not in Minjoon’s kitchen.” “Featuring Minjoon.” “Welcome to Brandon’s kitchen!” “Welcome to Brandon is trying to get his car home because she’s parked in fucking central LA after we went for brunch and had so many mimosas that I legally wasn’t allowed to drive us home.” “Hi MTV. Welcome to Brandon’s crib.” “Look mom! I‘m on MTV and I didn’t have to be 16 and pregnant to do it!” The pair started cackling again, uncontrollably hysterical in their inebriated states. 8:14

“You should make that a thing.” ”What?” ”Not Minjoon’s Kitchen. Once a month you just show up at a random fans house, streaming and giving them no time to prepare for you to cook whatever they have in their house.” ”Absolutely not. You know I like to be organised when cooking.” ”You’re literally squinting at lettuce in the fridge, I think you’re past that.” ”That’s lettuce?” “Oh my god, Minjoon. You can’t cook like this.” “I can’t see properly. I don’t know where my glasses are.” “This is going to be the most disappointing episode of your show ever and it’s live. We can’t cook, it’s gonna be dangerous and messy.” “In the words of the awesome Jake Peralta. Title of your sex tape.” “Oh my god. No, mine would be called uhh.. Put that thing back where it came from or so help me.” “Nope. I already claimed that for mine.” “Joonie! I hate the accuracy.” The laughing continued, even as the pair complained that they couldn’t breathe.

18:58

After they’d finally calmed down they took the camera with them to the couch, after the executive decision that the pair were definitely in no state to try to actually cook anything and a too large order of pizza. “We have like half an hour to kill. What are we going to do now?” “Remember when I asked for a Q&A way back in the past when I thought I’d be sober at four in the afternoon? We’ll do that and then I guess I’m writing a formal apology on my notes app to anyone who was hungry and eager to learn. Just like a real celebrity.” Minjoon fished around in his pockets for his phone, handing it to Brandon once it was unlocked so he could read it aloud. “I just figured out the greeting. Welcome to the last ever episode of Minjoon’s Kitchen.” “My biggest mistake this time was too much Minjoon and not enough kitchen. Some people come just to see my organised spice rack.” “You’ve both upgraded and downgraded to Brandon’s Couch.” “Love it. I’ve re-branded. Put it on a T-shirt. Every episode I’m just going to show you how to order different pizzas. We’re a podcast now.” “You’re a dumbass. Alright! Let’s see what we got. Minjoon.. What is your favorite thing to cook?” “Everyone I see with how hot I am.” The laughter started up once more, even despite their previous attempts to calm down. “I fucking told you! I knew you’d get that one.” “You owe me $50 for saying it!” “I’ll buy all the pizza you just ordered, how about that?” “Catch me outside?” “Stop! How have you made it this far in life as a meme?” “I wasn’t always like this, it’s part of my rebrand. Brandon’s Couch: Meme edition.” “I can’t believe we failed cooking and now we’re already failing the Q&A.” “No! No, I got this. My favourite thing at the moment.. I love making risotto. Mostly because I get to eat it afterwards and I love eating risotto but yeah! That’s my favourite right now.” “I don’t think that’s really answering.” “It’s my answer. This is still not Minjoon’s Kitchen featuring Minjoon for this last episode. Shh. Next question!” “This one asks if there is anything in particular that gets me inspired for designs? Yes! I love art so as soon as my bank account hits below a mil, I’m like.. Shit! Gotta doodle. No, I find inspiration everywhere. Sometimes it’s just a particular mood I’m in, sometimes I’ll see a net curtain blowing a particular way in a breeze and design an entire dress from how it falls. Sometimes I’ll see a colour that I’ll want to make an entire wardrobe out of. I’ve been painting a lot recently, not designs just.. things I like and I’ve been able to work from those. Gross, I know but yeah. Inspiration is everywhere. Disgusting. Unacceptable. I refuse to be inspired again that was too mushy.”

23:37

The boys were a giggly mess. Almost everything bringing them to hysterics even if it was just something said with the smallest hint of sarcasm, they were grabbing onto the couch and each other’s arms for support as they hiccuped their way through another bout of laughter. “Anyway! Next question is top 5 celebrity chefs. Mine of course is Joonbug and that’s it. Wait, no that dude from that thing we saw in England. Gordon’s friend.” “Oh! With the road trip?” “Yeah, the really funny one.” “I loved that. Mine is obviously Chef Ramsay, Remy.. Gotta give my boy a shout out. Chef Baek Jong-won. Oh! The um.. I discovered that dude during fashion week in London that time. The sciencey one. Hus.. Hes..? I don’t remember his actual name but he made some amazing things. I was in awe. I’m also throwing in whoever invented bulgogi. That’s my top five. I actually met Chef Ramsay recently!” “You did! You called me after. How was it meeting your hero?” “Oh, I cried. Like a big baby. Ugly sobbing and lots of I love yous in the middle of a cupcake shop.” “Classic Minjoon behaviour.” “He signed my T-shirt and I cried some more. I would have proposed through my tears but I was crying too much. Like the shaky inhale, full on breakdown kind of crying? I can’t even be embarrassed because he still talked to me.” “You’re a baby!” “I am a baby! 달콤한 아기. That’s what my eomma and momma call me and then they pinch my cheekies.” “Cute! Ooh! How does it feel.. no, fuck. That’s not.. shut your face. I can read. How does performing feel on stage versus cooking on camera? How did it feel being on stage?” “I refuse to acknowledge what that means. Stage? What stage?” “They’re talking about your big, gay musical re-enactment of your love for me.” “I wish I could use memes like in real life? Just the I do not see meme but my face. Honestly though? It’s different because I can cook. This mess obviously doesn’t count but I can edit everything I post and I know what I’m doing? I’m confident when I’m cooking. I know what I can and can’t do. Being on stage was just.. I was terrified. It was terrifying. I had fun though and I did work hard. Like.. I decided last minute and I had to learn choreo and remember lyrics to things I wrote years ago. I was scared I’d trip up and face plant the whole time. Like the entire time. I wanted to be included though and I couldn’t go to the festival because it was terrifying being around so many people. I just kind of listened from the side lines but it sounded good and you said you had lots of fun being up there.” “I did. You know me though. I’m that one line from that Mike Posner song about needing everyone’s eyes just to feel seen.” “Woah. Hashtag deep.” “Oh my god. You’re ridiculous.” “I did need the entire weekend to recover though. It’s.. it’s a lot to open yourself up like that.” “You mean serenading the town with love songs about me?” “You suck so bad.” “Is that how you talk to the former love of your life?” Minjoon snorted, slapping at Brandon’s arm. “You were so in love with me. It’s my greatest achievement, you know? I put it on my resume under my skills. Has given Minjoon boners.” The reaction was instant, Brandon’s loud laugh failing to cover Joonie’s shriek that soon turned into a laugh but even his amusement couldn’t mask how red he’d gotten. “No! I hate it here! You suck so bad! So bad! I can never show my face in public or make eye contact with another human being ever again!” “It’s a good job I put the age restriction thingy on this stream. I knew I’d be a fucking menace after the second drink.” “You’re not a menace! You’re a gremlin! God, end the stream before you really do end my YouTube career. Goodbye everyone! I’m gonna go eat my body weight in pizza and become a cave hermit.” “Bye little Joonie fans! Sorry about the.. Fuck it, I’m not sorry about anything. Peace out, bitches!”

#thanks for sending in questions #anon;;#Para: ft. Brandon

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iancantread · 3 years

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AXEL AURIANT, CIS-MALE, HE/HIM | you know IAN DAVIS, right? they’re TWENTY-THREE, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, SIX YEARS? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to SIDETRACK by CATFISH AND THE BOTTLEMEN like, a million times this year, which makes sense, ‘cause they’ve got that whole searching for your phone while on the phone, late night ‘adventures’ to the mcdonalds drive thru, saying ‘you too’ when your waiter says ‘enjoy your meal’ thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is APRIL 3RD, so they’re an ARIES, which is unsurprising, all things considered. ( e, 26, cst, she/her)

𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚒,

𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚖 𝚢'𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚜

TL;DR bumbling bafoon,gay, veterinarian

if you are charmed by stammering, ian is ur boi

(must have high tolerance for shenanigans if u choose to approach)

more under the cut

► basics; full name: ian davis age: 23 birthday: april third sexual orientation: homosexual occupation: veterinarian nationality: American

► background;

place of birth: baltimore, md

hometown: baltimore, md

education: finished highschool in three years, got a bachelors in three, and finished vet school by the age of 23. ► relatives;

siblings: only child cousins: Lara Williams

► relationships;

ex-significant other(s): Frankie Noel

reason for separation: tbf

current significant other: tbf

what they look for in others: a nice smile, corny jokes, people who wont look at him weird when he is manic

► misc;

positive traits: creative, quick witted, sweet,

negative traits: is an idiot

hobbies: reading youtube comments

first book they read: capitan underpants

favorite book: lie with me - phillipe benson

favorite music artist: catfish and the bottlemen

favorite subject: biology

pets: do plants count?

habits: getting far too excited

►full story

born to parents who loved him dearly, a father who is a professional chef in the heart of DC, and a mother who is a librarian. Ian was raised with amazing food, good books, and constant attention. He grew up with an education centered home, nothing was more important than school, so with that he was very tame throughout high school and college, only really letting loose when he was truly free (summer vacation). So when he got his degree he felt like he had a lot of life to live, a lot of time to make up for.

►random hc // aesthetics

x bye i have to go study so i can be better than everyone I hate, is his aesthetic

x acts like he is a bad bitch, get him around a cute boi™, *nervous gay stuttering*

x says that coffee doesnt effect him but like a gremlin, if you give it to him anywhere near midnight, you are going to rue the day you were born, all of a sudden he has every idea ever, and neither of u will be sleeping

x sometimes feels guilty for how storybook his life is, all of his friends have these stories and when they ask him he feels kind of shit for being like “my moms my best friend, and I legit have the best dad in the known universe”, so he usually doesnt talk about his family unless he trusts you

x plays the piano (his mom taught him, they played together when he was a child), also plays the drums, because his dad played the guitar and wanted to make a band with his son, so he had him enrolled in drum lessons

x his moral alignments are; neutral tired, chaotic idiot, lawful romantic (idfk)

x phone is always on 10%

►possible connections

I have music based ideas listed HERE, but seriously I am up for ANYTHING with my boy

#about #irvingintro

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nataliedanovelist · 3 years

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GF - How A Star Is Born ch.V

A Hercules AU, founded by @evaroze, whom this fic is a gift for. I hope y’all like it!

ch.IV - ch.VI

AO3 link

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Years went by. Both Dipper and Mabel went through vigorous training under their uncles’ supervision. After allowing Mabel to visit the world, Stanford had combat training be added to her lessons so, if needed, she could defend herself. Now a master of duel swords and a brand new goddess of the arts, Mabel spent her days inspiring humans, helping to keep Olympus beautiful and safe, and exploring the woods throughout Greece.

She also spent a lot of time talking to Dipper. At least once a week he would sit at night and draw in his journal to talk to his sister, swapping stories and inspiring each other to learn and grow.

Dipper was no longer a scrawny little boy, but a strong, muscular, clever young man of seventeen. Stan had never been more proud in his entire life, boxing with the kid and having him go through trials and tests and watching him grow up. He even managed to teach Dipper a few swears.

Stan coughed into his fist, standing at the end of the most difficult obstacle course Dipper had ever been set to. He grinned as Dipper emerged from shark-infested waters, blazing hoops, electric spikes, and racist homophobes, without a scratch on him, and Stan and Dipper high-hived and cheered and celebrated.

“You did it, kid! You were great!”

“Thanks, I couldn’t have done without you.” Dipper said with a smile.

“Obviously.” Stan smirked, earning him a soft punch in the beer belly. “Oof! Okay, okay. You go pack up, ya gremlin. We’re going to Thebes!”

“Isn’t that place, like, the worst place in Greece?” Dipper asked as they headed back to the Mystery Shack.

“You got it, you’ll be just what the doctor ordered.” Stan explained. “Young hero like you can help a lot of people in an Underworld-hole like that. Great place to start out. If you can make it at the Big Olive, you can make it anywhere.”

The men set sail before the sun rose the next morning. For some odd reason, Stan locked up the shack in a way that made it seem like they were never coming back, but Dipper assumed it was only because Stan believed that Dipper could make it big. The young man smiled, determined not to let his teacher down, and made sure they were on the right track.

After sailing across the ocean for a few hours, they floated into a river that traveled along the woods, taking a shortcut for Thebes rather than travel through the sea for Greece. Stan was resting in a chair with a cold drink in his hand, letting Dipper sail for a while, when they heard a scream.

The old man shot up and grinned. “Perfect! A damsel in distress! Good warm-up before we hit down. Lower the anchor here.”

Dipper did as he was told and they crept down the river for the waterfall, where they saw a young lady stumble away, groaning and growling in her throat.

The girl had long, beautiful blonde hair and stunning blue eyes that crackled like raging fire, wearing a long baby-blue dress. She hurried to her feet but was soon scooped up by the enemy that came around the river bend.

A huge Manotaur with a toga around his waist was so huge he grabbed the woman in his fist around the waist. “Not so fast, sweetheart.” He growled.

“Put me down right now, Chutzpah, or I’ll…!” The woman threw a punch at the monster, but he held her away and laughed.

“I like ‘em fiery!”

“HEY!” Dipper yelled from the riverbank and stomped on the river, leaving Stan in the bushes to munch on some popcorn.

“My money’s on Hooves.”

The girl and Chutzpah stared at the newcomer and the monster growled, “Beat it, twerp, I’m busy.”

“Sorry, mister, but you’re gonna let her go, or…”

“Keep moving, junior.” The girl sneered.

“... or I’ll…” Dipper’s sentence dropped and shattered. “But aren’t you… er, a damsel in distress?”

“I’m a damsel.” The woman said as she tried to pull herself free from the giant fist. “I’m in distress. I can handle this. Have a nice day.” She said with a sly grin with cold blue eyes.

Dipper swallowed and cleared his throat, reaching for his sword. “Uh, ma’am, I think you might be too close to this situation to realize your…” But the Manotaur punched him with so much force that Dipper flew onto a big boulder on the other side of the river.

Stan winced while Chutzpah laughed and the damsel looked bored. “C’mon kid, shake it off!” The old man coached.

Dipper charged, leaving his sword behind, and started to toss left and right hooks back and forth and landing, making the monster dizzy, and then used his head to hit him so hard it was his turn to fly back onto a hard surface, landing behind the waterfall and dropping the girl in the process.

“YES! That’s what I’m talking about, sport! Keep it up!”

“UGH!”

Dipper looked down at the wet girl and gently scooped her up out of the river to sit on a rock. “Oh, I’m sorry, ma’am. That was dumb… Excuse me, please.” And he and Chutzpah resumed their battle, the demigod using his strength to throw the Manotaur over his shoulder and putting him in a head-lock.

“Fight! Fight! Fight!” Stan chanted while the girl rang her hair dry, a smirk on her face.

“Not bad, not bad.”

“What are you talking about, he’s great!” Stan cheered. “Throw him a left! Atta boy!”

With one final punch, Dipper made Chutzpah the Manotaur fly up in the air and then come back crashing down face first in the water, a shiny bruise on his snooze button.

“Alright! Nice work!” Stan coached. “You could’ve gone without the distraction from a pair of big goo-goo eyes, but good recovery! Alright, let’s hit the water and move on.” And he walked off for the boat.

But once again, Dipper was distracted. The woman was rubbing her arms dry and sliding off the rock to stand, stretching her slender back; Dipper’s face felt hot and his whole body felt like it wasn’t even there. “Uh… are you alright, miss…?”

“Pacifica.” The girl said with a voice that dripped with sarcasm, like she believed she had better things to do than be standing here and talking to him, but she didn’t know what. “I’m fine. Thanks for the save. So, you got a name to go with all those rippling pectorals?”

“Uh… um, ah… I’m uh… uh…”

“Don’t speak Greek or something?”

“Dipper!” The man cleared his throat and answered in a calmer tone. “M-My name is Dipper. How did you get mixed up with the…”

“Knucklehead with hooves?” Pacifica finished for him. “Ah, you know how men are. They all think ‘no’ means ‘yes,’ and ‘get lost’ means ‘take me, I’m yours.’ Well, thanks for everything, Dip. Bye-bye.” And Pacifica began to walk away.

“Wait!” Dipper called out quickly, a reflex of seeing someone beautiful and cool-headed going away, and he offered sheepishly, “Uh, c-c-can I give you a ride on my boat, erm, me and Stan’s boat?”

“I’m fine,” Pacifica giggled coldly. “I’m a big tough girl, I tie my own sandals and everything. I can look after myself. See ya, Dippin’ Dots.” And Dipper watched as she disappeared beneath a hill.

“Uh… bye.” Dipper said weakly, clumsy on his feet as Stan sailed their small boat behind him, going down the river for Thebes.

“OY! Knucklehead! We going or what?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah… yeah…”

Dipper pulled himself on board, smiling with his head in the clouds. Stan sighed and shook his head, muttering, “Twitterpated.”

As Pacifica walked further and further into the woods, the atmosphere got darker and darker. The young lady walked as coldly as the air, unafraid and all too familiar with who was approaching her. When a huge gust of blue fire erupted from the Earth and a floating triangle appeared before the teenage girl, she rolled her eyes and sneered, “Great, I needed cheddar for dinner.”

Bill cackled as he held his three-sided body and kicked his legs in the air. “Oh, my little Llama. Care to explain what exactly happened?” He made a chess board appear before him with various pieces of monsters and anomalies on the board. “I thought you were gonna persuade the River Guardian to join my team for the uprising and, here I am, kinda River Guardian-less.”

“I gave it my best shot,” Pacifica said coldly as she flicked Chutzpah off the board. “But he made an offer I had to refuse.”

“Okay, fine,” Bill replied as he made the board disappear, closing it like a book. “Instead of taking two year from your lifetime sentence, Imma add two on, okay? You got your best shot?”

Pacifica groaned and walked away, leaning against a dead tree. “Look, it wasn’t my fault, okay. It was this Wonderboy who beat your Manotaur up.”

“Wonderboy?” Bill repeated.

“Some new hero who came with this big innocent farm-boy routine, but I could see through that in a Peloponnesian minute.” Pacifica said with a cold snap of her fingers.

“New hero, huh?” Bill said, a hand to what might have been his chin but was really just under his eye. “If some new guy is beating up my minions it could weaken our chances of over-throwing Sixer…” The demon stopped his talking when he heard a voice. He swooped Pacifica up into the trees as a dark cloud, just in time to hide from the intruder.

Mabel was running through the woods with a pig at her feet. He had grown quite large since the young muse had met the pig, and now they both ran as fast as they could, but the teenage girl made it to a tree first, planting a hand on it, making the dead tree sprout leaves with life, and she jumped and cheered and punched the air. “That’s twenty-two for me… How about twenty-two out of forty-five?” She asked Waddles.

The big tired pig flopped over and showed his belly lazily. Mabel awed and fell to her knees to scratch him. “Aw, you’re just a big dummy-dumb. C’mon, why don’t we go see if Grunkle Ford is too busy to hang out. This Mabel’s gotta have some family time.” And she picked up her pet pig and skipped back home.

Bill plunged back onto the ground, dropping Pacifica, who sat on a rock boringly, as Bill glowed red with fire and yelled loudly, “WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!” And soon every tree circling them was no more.

~~~~~~~~~~

“Who’s a cute lil guy? You are!” Gideon said into his hand mirror, sitting at the front desk of the Underworld.

The huge doors flew open as Bill, still red and fiery with anger, entered and grew to the size of a giant before his minion. “YOU SAID YOU TOOK CARE OF THE TWINS!”

“The what now?” Gideon asked calmly.

Bill towered down at the white-haired chubby teenager and bellowed, “Sixer’s brats! The ones destined to stop me from ruling this dimension! You said they were dead as doornails! But the girl is still alive!”

“Yeah, so?” Gideon asked. “The prophecy said both twins had to be there for you to lose. There’s only one. So there. And besides it took you seventeen years to realize Stanford was still dotting on his niece. If anything you suck at keeping up with your own prey.”

Bill shrunk down, shaking with anger and still red, but he had to admit that the jerk was right. “Fine, but the boy, Mason, is dead, right?”

“More or less.”

“”WHAT DO YOU MEAN MORE OR LESS?!”

“He will be when the mortal world is done with him.” Gideon sneered with a crooked smile. “That scrawny twerp doesn’t stand a chance in Thebes.”

“And you know all of this HOW?!”

“It’s fun watching him struggle and lose.” Gideon admitted with a shrug.

“I’m not taking any chances!” Bill yelled and floated away. “We’ve got one year until I can free my friends and take over this dimension! Since I can’t curse Shooting Star into a mortal, I can still kill Pinetree.”

“I’m telling you,” Gideon said, following his boss. “That loser doesn’t stand a chance. I know just who to send to kill him.”

And Bill’s anger melted away as he listened to his minion’s plan and helped make it better.

#GF #gravity falls au #fanfiction #hercules #dipper pines #mabel pines #stan pines #pacifica northwest #bill cipher #hope you like it!!!#gift

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chiaxi-imagines · 3 years

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Hello!! I wish you all the luck with your new blog!! Can I please get some fluffy hc’s of shuichi, kokichi, and peko with a s/o who’s taller than them and loves to pic them up for fun and stuff??? There’s not enough content for fall readers lol. Thank you!! 💜

Hii! Thank you! Tall readers really don’t get a lot of content. Here are the fluffy Headcanons, I hope you enjoyed! Have a good day/ night/ evening!

@cosmic-yikes

Shuichi, Kokichi, and Peko with a Tall S/O who likes to pick them up

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•Shuichi Saihara💙

*He loves that you’re taller than him. But it also flusters him...ALOT

*The hugs? The hugs are amazing. (Hugs from tall people are superior) He loves your hugs.

* Shuichi loves that you’re willing to help him reach with what he can’t reach. He appreciates it.

*He gets so flustered when you pick him up. It’s so unexpected sometimes. You pick him up bridal style or by his armpits. He’s a baby to you!

*Your favorite time to do it is when he’s distracted or when he’s fallen asleep at his desk again. He looks so peaceful when he’s sleeping and his flustered face when he’s awake for it is beautiful and funny to you.

•Kokichi Ouma💜

*You literally tower over this gremlin. And he LOVES it

*Sometimes he acts like he doesn’t, but he’s totally lying. He loves cuddling with you since he’s small, he’ll fit neatly into your curved position and he loves it.

*He literally reaches your waist/tummy with hugs. He loves just planting his face into your soft body. He finds it comforting. He’ll poke it just to annoy you though. You just pick him up by the scruff of his neck and go *bye*. It doesn’t hurt.

*However, being picked up is his favorite thing you do. You picking him up is your favorite thing to do. He’s so small, so it’s like picking up a baby.

*You’ll pick him up bridal style, by his armpits, by the scruff of his neck, or by his waist. He loves piggy back rides because he likes feeling tall. You sit him on your hip curve, like you do a baby. When he’s asleep or being troublesome, that’s your favorite time to pick him up. Picking up a small baby like him gives you sooo much serotonin.

•Peko Pekoyama🤍

*I feel like the height difference isn’t a huge gap, but there’s a gap

*Having a tall S/O isn’t what Peko expected. But she’s obviously not complaining!

*She loves that you’re so willing to help reach what she can’t reach. Hugs with you are ELITE to her.

*You love teasing her by holding her sword high above her, to the point where she has to jump to catch it. It’s a fun pastime for you. Not so much for her.

*You tower over her YoUnG mAsTeR but he’s fine with it. He just loves Peko being happy.

*She shows no reaction to you picking her up but trust me, she loves it. You pick her up at the most random times and it turns into an amusing guessing game. Picking her up bridal style or piggy back rides are both things you guys love. Fuyuhiko watches it always, amused. Also, getting picked up by a tall S/O makes an easier way of transportation!

Thank you for requesting! I hope you enjoyed these Headcanons my star. I liked writing these, trying to think from the POV of a tall person (I’m 5’1 and something😅). Thank you for requesting, and I appreciate it my star!⭐️

~Mod Chiaki💕

#mod chiaki #danganronpa sdr2 #danganronpa v3 #Danganronpa #peko pekoyama #kokichi ouma #Shuichi saihara #Headcanons #stars

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splendidshinobi · 3 years

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FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST 2003 LIVE REACT: EPISODES 11-15

LETS GO ROUND 3

episode 11: the other brothers elric part 1

yeet this thing edward

ok who r these so called other brothers

“METAL FATHER”

this girl’s uncle is sus. he’s now known as uncle lemons.

THE STONE???? WHOS MAKING A STONE

oh shit they got kicked to the curb

“THE REAL ELRIC BROTHERS???????” WHOSE ASS

i bet “alphonse” is the taller one

never mind

this twink is annoying

on your knees???????????????????????

ed plz

oh twink doesnt need a circle but doubtful he’s opened a portal of truth

he’s got philosopher’s juice instead i suppose!!

wheres mugear or whoever

oh found him

LUST <3

girly looks hot

anyways

oh its uncle lemons

these townspeople are annoying as shit

wow what a parallel tragic backstory

operation mole hole

what is the cough sub plot

i have questions

hmm there we go thx fletcher

ugh the twink is back

and now he’s an attempted murderer

OH FUCKKKKKKKK

great going twink your brother is gonna die

his villain origin story

uhhh what? part 2 i guess

episode 12: the other brothers elric part 2

fletcher is a homie

ed’s window dive was so dramatic

i literally cannot tell you what the twink’s name is

he is just twink

mugear is suspicious

he’s not even an alchemist??? bro

who is nash tringham

is he important other than in this specific episode arc

nash tringham and uncle lemons definitely got naughty back in the day

to be fair what is uncle lemons’ name? i do not know

like i cant be expected to remember every one bit character’s name? especially when i have all this other fma knowledge floating around in my head

MARCOH!!!!!!!

why is ed sitting in the tree like that

ed: “google earth...always taking pics”

what is this stone making process with pregnant ladies who thought of this

lets all throw mugear in a septic tank

sussssssss

edward is so unimpressed by this mans

HAHA yes edward my son

“it’s been a good while since i killed anyone. i kinda miss it.” EDWARD YOU KILL ME LMAOOO

uh oh he’s got a red water gun or somethin

so fletcher is the plant alchemist i see

twink’s name is RUSSELL????? how did i miss that

wooooooof sucks to suck mugear

thats A LOT of red water

fletcher’s alchemy is so weird

from the redwood forest to the gulf stream waterssss

what in tarnation is this boy doing

i guess we have another prodigy on our hands okayyyy

why do i feel like we’ll see the tringhams again

uncle lemons strikes again with LEMONS

whats in the letter????

from russell??? why r u so embarrassed edward

thats mighty homosexual of you good sir

episode 13: fullmetal vs flame

so this one is called fullmetal vs flame which makes me think theyre animating that bonus chapter??!!!??!!! yes!!!!!

colonel sarcasm?? nice ed

i too enjoy mocking roy toy

al found a cat

he definitely did

yup

um who’s yelling

probably mustang that dumpster fire of a man

BREDA!!!!!!!!!

black hayate!!!!!!! baby!!!!!!!

FUERY!!!!! he’s so small

breda is a mess omg

havoc is a mess too

kitty! “he called to me” precious al

these boys are a trainwreck

oh sad kitty flashback

mustang is such a freak

yeaH i wondER if mustang knows marcoh hmmmmmm HMMM

“names not familiar” yeah sure baby all yall ishval war criminals know each other

ARMSTRONG!!! hey!!!

ummm wtf fuhrer bradley

UM WHO IS THE LADY UM

hughes is a mESS

ed’s gremlin face gives me life

roy with hayate...im scared

take that dog away from him

yayayay bonus chapter fight scene!

shut up miniskirt man

oh no take the mic away from hughes

“you just want a promotion!!!” “give back my girlfriend!!!” im dying

i too would love to put a fist in mustang’s face

“too slow” damn idk that was kinda hot

but no im still gonna kill him

he’s so stupid

this is so chaotic

oooh cut the glove yessss

ope never mind

oh great he’s getting flashbacks... well shit happens when you commit war crimes

“ehhh???”

oh hmm theyre saying ishBal in this one instead of ishVal

ill probably still write ishval im more used to that

oh no black hayate she’s gonna pop a cap ive seen this clip before

she did it

“strict mommy” oh um ok

poor kitty cat

scar IS heather

episode 14: destruction’s right hand

back in liore with some more amestrian war crimes on the docket for today

ayyy envy our favorite morally corrupt they/them

gluttony’s snack time

new op lets gooooo

im not vibing as much but hey its kinda poppin

oh hey armstrong what up baby

to be fair ed did meet marcoh with armstrong in manga canon so

hahaha no thats not the fullmetal alchemist...thats alphonse!!!

marcoh’s voice sounds different hold on

yep different VA

dr marcoh’s alchemical oobleck

oh hey basque grand u sexy mustachioed bootlicker you shouldnt be here

what the FUCK he’s a weapon of mass destruction

i wish so hard netflix let you screenshot so i could add pics for added value!!!

if philosophers stones fall under grand’s jurisdiction then he is VERY SUS

he aint it

ope hey scar

this is an odd amalgamation of plot points

oops boy bye

ive always enjoyed scar’s CLEARLY adidas brand track pants

ummmm why did scar’s brother have BROWN hair

i- ok

i miss j michael tatum

ooooooh armstrong baby i was wondering where you were!

rose!!!! tell him!!! fuck u hakuro!!!!

trying to help?? dont make me laugh you’re a general in the amestrian military

episode 15: the ishbal massacre

kinda early for the ishval talk imo?? wonder what we’ll learn

armstrong is literally the buff rasputin trope on tiktok rn

“accidentally” shot an ishvalan child. hmm yeah no

envy just sneezed

HEY KIMBLEE YOU LITTLE SHIT

kimblee looks like christmas came early

they gave roy a stone??????? sounds noncanonical but ok

basque grand is literally wildin out fuck that guy

yuriy and sara’s skeletal remains just sneezed in the ground

wait a damn minute

wait a fucking minute

did roy

shoot

yuriy and sara

ROY SHOT WINRY’S PARENTS

and now hes gonna shoot himself

im taking a lap around my apartment OH MY GOD WHAT IN THE HELLLLLLLL

IM NEVER GOING TO RECOVER FROM THIS

FINANCIALLY OR OTHERWISE

im texting my sister about it right now and just SCREAMING

OH NO NO NO MARCOH DO NOT TELL ED WHO KILLED THE ROCKBELLS

oh good he ran away

i literally CANNOT handle them finding out about this

ahaha roy shoots the gun in the air again

roy take that glove off its raining

riza’s leg sweep was way less funny this time

WAIT IT JUST OCCURRED TO ME THAT ROY WAS AT THE HOUSE AND SPOKE TO WINRY AND PINAKO

i mean hes no idiot he knew

what did marcoh just do to scar im confused

nothing will ever make sense to me again after what ive just witnessed

feral al lets gooo

so this episode’s events were pretty similar. other than marcoh.

AND THE FUCKING ROY MUSTANG ISSUE...,...........

OH NOOOOOO

MOMS VOICE???

MOMS VOICE????

episode 15 said hey bitch lets watch your world come CRASHING The FUCK DOWN

#carol watches fma03 #fullmetal alchemist #carol's remaining brain cells #im honest to god six feet under #IF YOURE IN THE 2003 TAGS AND SEE THIS POST #SLIDE INTO MY ASKS SO WE CAN TALK ABOUT EPISODE 15 #IM GOING #TO SCREAM

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hogwartslastbraincells · 4 years

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Not all Slytherins are evil

I don’t know how to cut and put a keep reading thing I’m so sorry this is long

“Morning, professor McGonagall,” came a tired voice from the back of the class.

“Good morning, Ms. Rouge. Why are you early on the first day?”

“I brought you cookies!” Evelyn smiled.

“Thank you, dearie, and before you ask, yes, you can go give one to Hagrid, but hurry classes start soon.” Evelyn had given out cookies every year since first year. She was now in her seventh year.

“Thanks,” she giggled, “Bye, Professor.”

Professor McGonagall smiled and waved.

Evelyn hurried off to Hagrid’s hut. She skipped over the cobblestone paths and flipped off the Gryffindors that had said something rude about Slytherins. Madam Hooch had given her a look as if she was going to give her detention, but before she could speak, Evelyn offered her a cookie and hurried away. Evelyn continued down the hill and ran into Hermione, who was also in her seventh year, and handed her a cookie and smiled.

She finally made her way down to the hut and knocked on the door. Hagrid opened it.

“Hey, Hagrid- ...You look like shit. What happened?” She made her trademarked face of raising one eyebrow.

“Hey, what did I say about cursing?”

She put on the most innocent smile she could, “cookie?” He gave her a look, “two cookies?”

He laughed and took the cookies.

He asked about the muggle world’s summer, her parents, and her pet cat.

She put a cookie on the counter, because she knew he’d want one later, said her goodbyes, and set off to give cookies to Madam Pomfrey.

She finished giving out cookies to the teachers at around 10 minutes before classes began. She went back to the Slytherin dormitories, only to find Harry sneaking out.

“Hey, Harry.”

“Oh, hey, Evelyn I was just-“ Harry stuttered.

“Yeah, I know what you were doing. Here’s you, Remus, and Ron’s cookies.”

Harry was bright red, “thanks.”

“No Problem,” she said as she walked into the common room.

Evelyn announced that cookies were on the table if anyone wanted any. Most of the Slytherins flocked to the table. She took one and headed towards the dormitories.

“Draco, put some clothes on I’m coming in!” she yelled.

“I’m not naked, Evelyn!”

She walked in, “then what was Harry doing in here?”

“Studying”

“On the first day?”

“Fine. We were snogging! Happy?”

“As a matter of fact, I am. Here’s your cookie.”

He flipped her off and she walked to the girls’ dormitories. She grabbed her bag and walked to Professor Sprout’s class, where she gave the professor, Luna, and Neville their cookies. She had a crush on Luna, but respected that Luna wasn’t interested in dating her. The class flew by.

She headed to Professor Tralawney’s class and gave her a cookie.

Evelyn sat down and immediately began daydreaming. She thought about Cedric, one of her best friends before, well, you know. She always forgot and ended up baking his cookie. She gave his cookie to Cho last period.

She thought about Remus, her favorite teacher of all time. She knew he was a werewolf from the moment Snape had substituted his class. She didn’t say a word.

She thought about her muggle parents. She missed her dog and her favorite restaurant.

She thought about the time she had stolen one of Umbridge’s cat plates. The kitty liked her better. She ended up getting ratted out by some second year she didn’t know who she had flipped off for saying that all Slytherins were assholes.

Evelyn had given up on trying to please everyone a long time ago. She either made them angry because she was a Slytherin, they hated her for being muggleborn, or they just thought she was annoying.

One more year, she reminded herself.

Three weeks later

Evelyn was helping Luna get her shoes down from the banisters and planning on asking the Weasley twins to play a harsh prank on whoever put them up there. Luna had just finished telling her about feeding the thestrals and offered to bring her next time. Evelyn had accepted and after a minute of silence, began talking about nerdy things like Star Wars. Evelyn talked about her favorite characters and relished the way Luna’s eyes lit up when she told her a character reminded her of the ravenclaw girl.

One week later

Evelyn was trying to eat and Neville was freaking out over a test he had next period in defense against the dark arts. She asked if he wanted to draw on her shoe. Drawing helped him calm down, so she would let him draw on her shoe and she got to use him as a foot rest. That was their deal since first year. He drew jewels, leaves, and Gizmo from the Gremlins movie, upon her request. She would request certain things like daggers and her dog & cat. By the time he finished, lunch was up and he was much calmer. She thanked him for the pictures on her shoes and headed to class with him. He thanked her and asked if he could do anything in return. Evelyn, being the lazy Slytherin she was, asked for a piggyback ride. That was how the walked into class.

Two weeks later

Evelyn and Ron had both forgotten about Professor McGonagall’s assigned two pages of homework. They sat in the back of the class and fudged their work together. They exchanged ideas about what the answers probably should be; they were both clueless. When they finished, they bet on what McGonagall would say next. Evelyn, of course, won and braided Ron’s hair as punishment. Ron’s hair was covered in tiny braids by the time they had to get up and turn in their parchment. She stopped by Harry’s desk, where his head was down, and left a note saying, “get your lazy ass up and look at Ron’s hair.” She sat back down and giggled with the rest of the class at Ron’s hair. McGonagall giggled too, she couldn’t help it. Harry got up, read the note, and turned around. He began laughing and when the class quieted down, he passed her a note telling her that she was a genius. She mouthed back, ‘I know.’

3 days later

Hermione told Evelyn that she needed to brew a potion. “I’m not going to ask what potion, because a) the less I know, the better and b) I really don’t care. Now, what do you need from me?” Hermione asked her for some plant from professor Sprout’s class and a bottle of something from the potions room. The Gryffindor had stressed how important it was that no one knew. In return, Hermione would make her one of those pocket dimension purse things. Evelyn accepted. Before Herbology the next day, Evelyn had pocketed a few leaves of some plant she recognized from Hermione’s description. Getting the other ingredient was much more difficult. She waited until Professor McGonagall began grading. She then gave her two chocolate frogs and told her that one was for Slughorn, who she claimed she couldn’t find, and asked her to give it to him if she saw him. Evelyn then went to Slughorn’s classroom and said that she had looked everywhere for him. She told him that she must have just missed him and that she had gotten him a chocolate frog, but that she had given it to McGonagall to give to him. She said that she just seen McGonagall grading in her classroom and that he should hurry or she might eat the frog. When Slughorn left the class to acquire the chocolate, she hurriedly grabbed what she needed from the potions closet (she made sure to cover her tracks) and stuffed it into her robe. She walked hurriedly to the other classroom and slowed down just before she reached it, to make it seem like she had been walking slow the entire time. She walked in and told Professor Slughorn that she was just making sure he found the frog and apologized to Professor McGonagall for the inconvenience. She went the the courtyard and gave Neville a note to give to Hermione that told her to meet the Slytherin after dark in Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom. She took a nap and waited for dusk.

When dusk arrived, Evelyn got up and snuck out. None of the other Slytherin s cared; they had all snuck out more than once in their lives. She quietly walked until she reached the bathroom. While waiting for Hermione, she gossiped with moaning Myrtle about the things she’d heard of the dark lord. When Hermione arrived, Evelyn gave her the ingredients and told her to be careful. Hermione gave Evelyn the purse and showed her how to use it. They stayed there for an hour or two and talked bout their crushes, grades, and homes. They talked of the things they missed about the muggle world. Moaning Myrtle got bored and flew away. The two girls eventually went their separate ways.

A few weeks later

Evelyn was studying with Cho in the library, when she heard Harry, Hermione, and Ron had run off. She immediately went to find Neville and find out what happened. She found Luna, who she was still hopelessly in love with, instead and asked her what had happened. She really needed a hug, but she wasn’t to ask for one.

Five weeks later

Evelyn found a way to contact the trio and made sure they were okay. She made a second way into Hermione’s bag and would leave food, healing potions, and letters to make sure they were ok. She made sure to tell only a few of their closest friends about the updates on the trio.

One week later

Evelyn sat at the Gryffindor table, briefly, so she could speak with Dean Thomas about a project, but had ended up talking to the Weasley twins who were there to get something from Ron’s belongings. She gave them ideas for pranks against kids who were assholes to any of them. Evelyn had a pact with the twins that they weren’t allowed to prank her in exchange for her prank ideas and charms. They giggled as they made an onion look like and apple. They fell out of their chairs laughing as Seamus hadn’t noticed the difference. It was payback for the time Seamus had stolen an extra cookie from Evelyn.

Two weeks later

Evelyn was with Luna in the Library. She hadn’t slept in 2 days. They were studying together. Evelyn had her head in her hands.

“What potion smells like what you love most?” Came Luna’s calm and charming voice.

“Perfume?” Evelyn could feel Luna staring at her with a look that read ‘really?’

“We learned about Amortia in second year. Either the nargles have gotten to you or you haven’t slept. When’s the last time you went to sleep?”

Evelyn’s face heated and she stayed silent. Luna was onto her.

“Evelyn?” She said with slightly strict voice.

“...Monday night” she said quietly.

Luna packed up her parchment and got up. Evelyn looked up and Luna had her hand out; Evelyn took it. Luna led her to a room Harry had showed Evelyn on the Marauder’s map. It was small but had two couches and some dusty old desks piled in a corner. She laid down on a couch.

Luna knew Evelyn had trouble sleeping since Umbridge once found her out of bed sneaking into McGonagall’s dark classroom looking for a potion’s book she had left. She had a huge test the next day and she needed the book to study. Umbridge made her write two pages of lines with her own blood as ink, saying, “I will not stay up after dark.” Those lines scarred her because she alone had to write them; Dumbledore’s army was not there to share her pain and help her through it. She stayed up after dark every night after that so she wouldn’t give Umbridge the satisfaction (yes even after Umbridge “went missing” Evelyn was very spiteful). It had become a habit. Luna found that an easier way to get Evelyn to fall asleep was telling her stories. Luna told Evelyn stories of far off lands, stories of kingdoms ruling vast worlds, and stories of magical creatures like Nargles and Thestrals. Evelyn dreamed of ruling the kingdoms with Luna as her queen.

Right before the battle of Hogwarts

{Start playing ‘Exit music (for a film)’ if u wanna rn}

Evelyn didn’t know what to do. She waited with the rest of the students for what Professor McGonagall was going to say next. She took a deep breath. ‘Everything is gonna be fine,’ she told herself. McGonagall looked across the Slytherin’s faces and told Filch to lock them in the dungeons.

She didn’t know what she expected but it wasn’t that. She couldn’t help that her heart broke a little at the Professor’s words. Tears stung her eyes and she let them. She lifted her eyes from the floor and watched as everyone cheered. She looked around and made eye contact with her friends. She nodded at no one in particular and looked back the floor. Their faces fell and they looked almost apologetic. She finally looked back up and spotted Neville, she gave him a sarcastic smile.

Evelyn was terrified. Dumbledore was gone. You-know-who was back. She was scared for her friends for the most part. She would do anything to protect who she loved; yes, she still loved them. She forgave them.

So she found a weakness in the locks and fought with the rest of Hogwarts.

When Voldemort asked who would join him, Evelyn stepped forward. The pencil marks on her shoes were dirty and faded. She dragged her feet and watched her friends’ faces switch from determination to shock and horror. She walked towards Voldemort himself, she was no longer scared of his name; she was no longer scared of him. She was no longer scared. She kept her hands wrapped around herself, one holding her concealed wand. Once she was about 15 or 20 feet away from the death eaters she pulled out her wand.

Before she could get the second world of the killing curse out of her mouth, Voldemort beat her to it.

The curse had thrown her body into the air.

By the time she fell, the light had left her eyes. She had breathed her last breath. Luna had kneeled down sobbing and grabbed Evelyn’s cold hand. Neville had begun crying too.

Hermione didn’t quite believe it. She put her hand over her mouth.

If anyone was going to try to preform the killing curse on the dark lord, it would’ve been her Ron thought. He squeezed Hermione’s hand.

Harry knew that it’s how she would’ve wanted to go, protecting those whom she loved.

Luna stared into Evelyn’s dim eyes. It was unnatural to see her eyebrow not raised. She wasn’t smirking. She didn’t look 2 steps ahead. She didn’t look like she was analyzing the situation. She wasn’t holding Luna’s hand back. Luna picked up Evelyn’s wand, let go of her hand, and stood up.

Neville was still in denial. Any second now, she would get up and tell him that his tie was crooked or ruffle his hair. Any second now, she should make her signature face; she would smirk and lift her eyebrow, she would tell him that he was being dumb and he needed to face his fears. But, She wasn’t getting up.

Her body laid cold and still.

Cedric and Fred held her hands as they led her away from the battle.

This is a thing I did of her on picrew [x]

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marveloussupernerd · 3 years

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Ah nice! In that case could I have a matchup for marvel and danganronpa v2?

I'm a very short gremlin, I'm nonbinary and asexual (panromatic) I like writing, drawing, reading, and tiktok, mythology, and making kandi bracelets. I seem cold and awkward and I am! But I'm also a touch starved hopeless romantic I'm a huge collector of like anything. Soda tabs, glass bottles, rocks, candles, bones you name it I probably have it somewhere (my room is basically my family's junkyard) my favorite things are my 17 rubber ducks, my whale shark stuffie, and my stuffed pig technoblade. I'm a real himbo with more sarcasm than brain cells. My siblings say im a vampire and considering I have dyed black hair and skin so pale you can see my veins...they might be right..

Anyway! Thanks for reading! Hope you have a good day/night!

Hi!! I really enjoyed reading this request lol I love the vibes you give off. Thank you for being so patient !

Marvel

I ship you with Valkyrie!

I had to THINK about this one a lot

But BYE Valkyrie is the obvious choice this just made so much sense to me when my sister recommended her for you

You’re asexual ? That’s super chill she’s v respectful of that

Sex was like... not a good thing for her when she was living on Sakaar... it was one of the things she just kinda had to do to get by

So it’s not rlly a vibe for her either

She’d much rather be all coupley and cuddle and hold your hand

She DEFINITELY teases you for being short I’m so sorry

But also she’s 5’4” so she is NOT tall by any means

Y’all are small but mighty and a force to be reckoned with

You like mythology ? Well she’s literally a part of Norse mythology

Homegirls gonna teach you everything you ever wanted to know

It makes her so so happy to be able to share her past with you

She will wear every bracelet you make her

If you make like 20? She has all 20 on her wrist

Likes to brag about how pretty they are and how you made them to everyone in New Asgard

By the way ! If you want to live in New Asgard literally go for it she’d love to have you closer to her

It’s like living a mythological dream

When you’re cold... it doesn’t phase her at all

She shrugs it off and does not take it personally

Gives you some time to chill then goes back to being her typical self

Loves how awkward you get

She isn’t awkward at all she’s so confident with everything she does so it’s really cute to see you get all nervous and flustered

Likes to kiss your cheek if you’re chill with that

And digs your collection literally how cool

Most ppl would be like ? A bone. Odd

She’s like yo wack what do you think that bone is from

And then she finds out for you both bc she’s a queen

You sleep with a stuffie ? CUTE

she doesn’t judge that at all literally that’s just adorable

No point in being embarrassed about that, she’d never tease you for your stuffie that’s an important companion

Loves the stuffie as much as you do

You two banter with each other a lot

Lots of back and forth sarcasm

It’s always a dynamic fun conversation between the two of you

She thinks you look absolutely stunning

Would never cross any boundaries that you’re uncomfy with but would rlly like just holding you, especially after a long day

Very affectionate and sweet I love her

Danganronpa

I ship you with Nagito Komaeda!

I have to preface here as well I’m so sorry

I don’t like Nagito that much oops

But YO you and Nagito would get along SO WELL

everytime I think of Nagito I think of the THIS IS NAGITO KOMAEDA ON THE NINTENDO DS

I’m on Nagito tiktok and I don’t wanna be sigh

ANYWAYS

He makes fun of you for being short

Secretly likes that you’re short so that you need his help to reach things

He’s not entirely worthless after all

Loves when you cuddle him

He literally wants to be the little spoon so good luck figuring that out

Honestly likes cuddling more than kissing or sex or anything like that

He will sit and send you tiktoks all day

Likes to make tiktoks as well

He’s a maidboy on tiktok I’m so sorry

You send him a message asking if he wants to make kandi bracelets with him

You bring all the supplies to him and he’s like

“Wait this isn’t real candy”

You never said it was?

He’s so upset that it’s not candy he thought you meant candy bracelets

You have to go to the store and buy those cheap candy jewelry things for him

He literally always wants to touch you

Whether it’s holding your hand, cuddling with you, resting his hand on your back, arm around your shoulder

It may be kind of overwhelming at first so he’ll try his best to take it slow for you

Tries to find things for your collections

He’ll go out for a walk and come back with his arms full of stuff he wanted to give to you

Everything reminds him of you

Hides your rubber ducks around the house

Every week it’s like an Easter egg hunt he thinks it is so funny

Sometimes they’re in the sink, or a potted plant, sometimes they’re in vents or the back of the toilet

And he NEVER remembers where he put them

So you can go months missing a duck because he literally has no clue where it is

He doesn’t feel all that useless with you around

Like usually this man is super self deprecating (as we all know) but when he’s around you... not as much

Sometimes he’ll ask why in the world you’d want to be with someone like him

He needs a lot of words of affirmation and love

But he’ll pay you back with the same treatment

Compliments and hugs and lots of love every single day

Okay maybe I don’t hate Nagito as much as I thought I did bc idk this made me like him more

#matchups #danganronpa #marvel

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bangtanstanst · 5 years

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Thunderstruck

When you and Namjoon stay late at the office, you just expect to get home a little later than usual. But when you finally leave for the night and step into the elevator, you set out on a different trip entirely.

“Just be careful out there, weird things happen in thunderstorms.”

A fic crossover event in which the Bangtan Unsolved crew meets office workers Namjoon and Y/N! But don’t worry, you can still definitely follow the whole story if you haven’t read either of them :)

≽ pairing: namjoon x reader, ft. the rest of ot7 ≽ genre: fluff, angst, (attempts at) horror ≽ warnings: paranormal stuff, mentions of death ≽ word count: 8.4k

a/n: hiiiiii, I hope you’re all having a good week!! As you may or may not know, my blog’s one-year anniversary was on the 7th of July and I wanted to celebrate it with a fic; so here it is!! I’m really excited to share it with you all, and I hope you like it :)) As I said, you don’t have to have read the fics that cross over in this, but I’ll link them anyway if you want to do it before or after :) Thanks so much for making this year so great and for reading my works, I appreciate it so very much and I hope to continue sharing more with you for a long time :))

And, of course, thanks to my amazing friends mars & snail for helping me out by betaing this and being wonderful people in general!!♥♥♥

›› tag list: @nambewb @dimplemono @sugasheart @csol16 @joon94net @lilacdreams-00 ‹‹

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You jump when a clap of thunder rings in your ears and makes the entire office floor flash with white. Rain is aggressively battering the large windows that surround the desks and the sky is dark and grey, an endless sea of thick rain clouds hanging over the city’s skyscrapers. Nervously tapping your foot against the carpeted floor, you cross your arms and turn to glance at Namjoon. He doesn’t seem to notice much of whatever’s happening outside, his eyes glazed over as they stare at the screen and his fingers fly over the keyboard.

Turning your gaze to the desk you’re sitting at yourself, you glare at the monitor, eyes idly scanning the spreadsheet but not quite registering anything that’s in it. You shift in your chair – it’s uncomfortable, but you’re scared to adjust anything to it, lest you piss off the guy whose desk you’ve planted at while you’re waiting for Namjoon to finish up his work.

“Hey, guys, I’m gonna get going, I’ll see you tomorrow,” Jimin says, his briefcase swinging around in his hand as he walks up to your desks.

Your gaze snaps up to look at him and you send him a smile. “Of course!” you reply, standing up to quickly hug him goodbye. Another bout of thunder hits the streets outside and you jump yet again. “Walk safe, okay?”

Jimin just laughs as you break apart, nodding. “Yeah, I’ll be sure not to drown in the subway,” he replies, holding out his hand to Namjoon, who absently claps it and gives him a half-hearted hug. “You just make sure to pull this one away from his work before midnight, yeah?” he adds with a grin as he pulls back, pointing at Namjoon.

You snort. “What, or the gremlin in him is gonna jump out?” you retort, dishevelling your boyfriend’s hair until he laughs and takes your hand to push it away.

“Yes,” Jimin replies very seriously, frowning as his eyes flicker from Namjoon back to you. “You’ve never seen it?” When you laugh once more and shake your head, he shrugs. “Well, I guess you just don’t know him as well as I do, then,” he teases through a long sigh, patting Namjoon’s shoulder.

You let out another laugh. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Jimin,” you tell him rather than responding, sitting back down in your chair. More thunder rumbles through the night sky and your smile falters, your eyes snapping to the office windows.

“See ya,” Jimin replies, his hand folding over your shoulder. “And at least, if you and Namjoon die because of this storm, you’ll go down together.”

“Ha ha,” you say dryly, narrowing your eyes at him, despite the fact that you don’t really doubt the possibility of that happening. “You know, maybe you should stay after all.” Tilting your head at him, you raise an eyebrow. “Die with us.”

Jimin just chuckles, taking a step back and sauntering towards the elevators. “Bye, guys!”

With a huff, you sit back in your chair and cross your arms, watching as he turns the corner and listening to the elevator doors opening and closing. You’re the only two left in the office now, and it’s awfully silent in here. You look back at the monitor on your temporary desk, the Excel sheet it’s displaying glaring right into your soul – but the numbers are blurry when you try to look at them and you know you’ve long surpassed the timeframe of Y/N’s brain is able to work.

Letting out a sigh, you quickly save your work and log out, shutting off the desktop. “Can we go soon, Joon?” you mutter, rolling your chair over to his desk and leaning your chin on his shoulder, eyes fluttering closed. “I’d rather die at home than at the office.”

He chuckles. “Of course, baby,” he mutters lowly, pressing a warm kiss to your temple. The thunder and lightning fade to the background as you focus on his touch, and a small smile teases over your lips. “I just need to send out these emails and I’m done.”

You hum, sliding both your arms around his torso and hugging him tightly as he types. His hand leaves the keyboard for short moments here and there, his fingers absently brushing your arm or your hand, moving up to play with your hair or tickle your cheek. Minutes pass and you seem to lose track of time, though your mind can’t help but focus on the rain, the thunder, the lightning flashing outside, and you remain tense no matter what you do.

“Namjoon…” you mutter after what feels like plenty of time to send out a few emails, and he hums in reply. “How many emails were you talking about, exactly?”

“I’m done, I’m done,” he says through a soft chuckle, running a hand through your hair as your eyes pop open and you jump up – another burst of light illuminates the office floor. “Ready to go, I take it?”

You laugh, nodding fervently. “Oh, yes,” you reply, holding out your hand for Namjoon to take. “So please, before we die?” you add, cocking an eyebrow at him.

He laughs, briefly turning back to his desktop to turn off his computer, then taking your hand and rising to his feet. “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you,” he mumbles, taking a step towards you to peck your lips.

You can’t help but smile at him as he pulls back. “Right.” A burst of thunder rings in your ears, but you don’t jump this time.

Namjoon is wearing a fond smile and stays in his place for a moment, even as you take another step back and tug at his arm. “You okay, there?” you ask, chuckling in amusement.

His smile just widens and he nods as he takes a step forward, intertwining your fingers with his. “Definitely,” he replies, glancing down at your hands for a second before lifting his eyes to yours once more. “Hey, I love you, you know that, right?”

Another amused chuckle escapes your lips, but that laughter soon fades as his eyes catch yours – there’s something in the way he’s looking at you that makes you suspect there’s more behind his words than he’s letting on, but you don’t feel you should ask. “And I love you, Joon,” you reply instead, upon which he grins and kisses you briefly. Thunder and lightning continue to rage outside, and you let out a shaky breath as you pull back, looking up at Namjoon. “Now let’s get the fuck out of here, yeah?”

He laughs, nodding as he steps back to grab his bag, slinging it over his shoulder. “Let’s.”

You let out a happy sigh, turning to walk back to the elevators and pulling Namjoon with you before he can decide to send another ‘few’ emails. Your footsteps are drowned out by the thunderstorm outside – but otherwise, silence cloaks the entire office, all of your coworkers having gone home before the storm even started.

“Hey, Al,” Namjoon says from behind you and you’re confused for a moment, looking around to look for whomever he’s talking to – when you see the janitor cleaning the kitchenette counter in the breakroom, and you almost squeal when a loud clap of thunder echoes in your ears, a burst of bright light illuminating the figure in the room. Fortunately, you manage to hold it back, and you just paste on a smile as you wave back at Al.

“You kids staying late again?” he asks, and you’re practically forced to come to a halt so you can talk to him.

Namjoon squeezes your hand, running his thumb over the back of it – it’ll be fine, we’ll get home before death gets to us. “Yeah, work never stops, right?” he jokes.

Al laughs and nods, gesturing to the break room around him. “‘specially when you’re cleaning stuff, eh?”

“I’ll certainly give you that,” Namjoon returns with a smile. “I hope we kept the room clean for you, though?”

“Oh, couldn’t wish for a neater floor,” Al replies with a smile and a wave. “You should see the fifteenth.”

Al’s eyes catch yours and you clear your throat, suddenly feeling nervous with the way he’s looking between you and Namjoon – almost worried. An involuntary shiver runs down your spine and you frown, blinking at Al, who just keeps intently staring at you. There’s a strange, unsettling feeling in your gut and the air feels heavy all of a sudden. Wait, were you actually right? Are you really gonna die here in this office?

Trying to push through the weird feeling, you clear your throat, unable to tear your eyes away from Al’s. “Well, we’ll leave you to it, then,” you say cautiously, nerves rushing through your veins as a beat of silence falls and you wait for Al’s answer.

But in a split second, it’s as if a spell is lifted, and Al’s expression returns to his usual smile. “Right on,” he replies, picking up his cleaning rag. “Just be careful out there, weird things happen in thunderstorms,” he adds just before you step out of sight, and the look he gives you is so piercing and intense that you can’t help but stop and stare, lips parting. “Bye, kids!”

With that, he turns back to the counter and starts wiping it vigorously, leaving both you and Namjoon gaping at him for a moment. “Bye,” you reply, dazed – but Al doesn’t look up nor respond. Your eyebrows furrow and you look up at Namjoon, who has the same level of confusion etched into his features as yours as he shrugs at you.

“Good luck on the fifteenth floor,” he says, eyes diverting back to Al. Yet again, he doesn’t look up, simply waving at you as you slowly start to walk to the elevators.

“What’s wrong with Al?” you whisper as you come to a stop at the elevators, hitting the button to summon one of them. The sound of rain and thunder has faded slightly now that you’re further away from the windows, but a low rumble still booms in your ears every so often.

Namjoon hums and shakes his head, looking over his shoulder into the direction of the break room. “I don’t know, he’s never acted this weird before,” he mumbles in reply, the elevator doors jumping open with a harsh ding! – your heart skips a beat and you let out a breath. “Maybe he’s just tired.”

You hum and nod, pulling Namjoon into the elevator, pressing the button for the ground floor and leaning against the wall. Namjoon looks down at his feet as you ride the elevator down, tapping them against the floor rapidly. You tilt your head at him, eyebrows furrowing, and you squeeze his hand to grab his attention – he looks up.

“You okay?”

He exhales sharply and nods, his shoulders relaxing at once. It’s relieving to see the stress seem to flow out of him so quickly, though you’re still curious as to what got him nervous in the first place. “Yeah, I’m fine,” he replies, nodding once more. He looks down at your hands and smiles softly as he plays with your fingers, his free hand dug into his pocket. “I just –”

A sudden boom of thunder interrupts him and you jolt out of the conversation, looking around with wide eyes – it sounded way too close to be safe. Ears starting to ring, your lips part as the elevator starts to actually shake underneath your feet, and you stumble into Namjoon’s arms. Your heart drops into your stomach as the shaking grows wilder, and you close your eyes, grabbing a fistful of the fabric of Namjoon’s button-up as you try not to literally start screaming into his chest. You feel a strange sensation in your gut, as if you’re falling down the elevator shaft floor after floor after floor without ever coming to a stop, likely only nearing the inevitable end.

Okay, so you are gonna die tonight and there’s literally nothing you can do about it, though at least you’re with Namjoon for it all and –

“It’s gonna be okay,” Namjoon whispers, putting a hand on your back – but you can feel his fingers trembling against your spine as well, and his words don’t quite get through to you. “We’re gonna be fine.”

Just as the last word leaves his mouth, the shaking stops, and the elevator goes completely silent. Completely. You look up at Namjoon, your grip loosening around his blue button-up as the two of you exchange wide-eyed looks. Are you stuck here now? Are you gonna have to wait here all night without food or water or enough oxygen? Fuck, how are you gonna –

Ding!

You jump and look to the side, where the elevator doors have jumped open to what is definitely not the ground floor. The space is empty as far as you can see, your sight blocked by the dirty plastic sheets hanging from the ceiling. Faint moonlight breaks through them and illuminates the few support beams you can see, and it’s as silent as your own office floor was when you left it, only the sound of rain beating against glass echoing through the large space.

“Let’s just take the stairs,” Namjoon proposes in one exhale, his grip around your hand tightening subtly. As his voice echoes off the concrete surroundings countless times, he nervously fumbles with the shoulder strap of his bag, adjusting and readjusting it.

You nod hastily, straightening out your blouse with your free hand and rushing to step out of the elevator before the door somehow closes on you and you might get stuck forever. Namjoon is walking right behind you, your footsteps echoing off the concrete surroundings. “Where are the stairs around here, again?”

“They should be in the same spot as they are on our floor,” he replies, looking around and slapping a sheet out of his face when he almost runs into it. It rustles with the movement, even the soft sound echoing harshly throughout the floor. “So I think it’s right –”

“Y/N? Namjoon?”

You whirl around at the strange voice ringing in your ears, your eyes darting around. For a moment, you don’t see anyone, only hearing footsteps – when suddenly, someone pushes a plastic sheet out of the way, and an entire camera crew steps out from behind it. They’re only a few steps away from you but you can barely see them, and you have to squint to not be blinded by the bright lights shining into your eyes.

Namjoon, however, seems to have more luck in seeing who the hell you’ve run into here. “Jimin? What are you doing here?”

The lights and cameras lower slightly, allowing you to finally see beyond an arm’s length. A group of six has gathered in front of you, all looking at you with furrowed eyebrows. Two cameras are now pointed at the floor, the beam of a bright flashlight pointed at your feet. One guy has a harness around his waist, a selfie stick with a Go-Pro fastened to it, pointing at his face from what seems to be the least flattering angle that could ever be. He’s frowning at the two of you, his eyes narrowed.

“What do you mean, ‘what am I doing here’?” sounds the reply, and your eyes snap over to the source of the voice. It’s undoubtedly your desk buddy, and you almost feel relieved to see him – but the confusion etched into Jimin’s features makes you wary more than anything. “You were up on this floor for almost thirty minutes so we went to get you.”

“What?” you and Namjoon breathe out simultaneously – you can feel your heart starting to beat faster. “Is this some sort of prank?” you add, eyes wide as they glide over the crew standing in front of you.

The relieving answer you were hoping for doesn’t come, however, and no one breaks out in laughter like you’d hoped – there’s just a stunned silence hanging over you.

“Weren’t you supposed to wait in the lobby?” Namjoon inquires lowly, leaning forward as if that’ll keep you from hearing what he’s saying – but you still catch his words and you frown at him, confused.

Jimin only furrows his eyebrows, tilting his head, just as you turn to look up at Namjoon with just as much confusion on your face. “What?” Jimin returns, chuckling in disbelief. “What the hell are you talking about? We’re not finished shooting yet.”

The words make Namjoon frown, and he opens and closes his mouth again and again and again as he tries to formulate an answer. You put a hand on his arm to pull his attention and he turns to look at you, his confusion unfaltering. “Joon, he already went home, I don’t get how –”

“Okay, sorry, but we don’t have time for jokes like this, guys,” another familiar voice speaks up. You tear your eyes away from Namjoon to look at the owner of the voice, your eyes widening to the size of dinner plates when you see your boss standing at the back of the group. “We’re running further behind the longer we stay here,” Seokjin remarks, filing through some of the papers in his hands. It certainly sounds like him, but…

“What?” Namjoon asks, his frown deepening. His fingers tighten around your hand, and you look around the floor. It looks no different than when you stepped out of the elevator, though plastic sheets obscure your path to the exit – you can’t even see it anymore. “Running behind on what?”

Seokjin frowns and looks up at Namjoon. “The… schedule?” he replies slowly, papers rustling in his hand. “Are you guys okay? Did you hit your head on something?”

You remain silent – neither of you is quite sure as to how to answer that question. Did you?

Suddenly, the guy with the Go-Pro strapped to his chest gasps, the sound echoing through the space. “Oh my god, so it’s true!” he exclaims, his hand slapping to his mouth.

Confusion washes over the entirety of the group and you turn to him, frowning. There’s only one person who laughs, jokingly elbowing the man in the side. “Come on, Hoseok, they’re just messing with us. Nothing we’ve ever been to has ever been cursed.”

“Cursed?!” you repeat, lips parting in shock. Your hands are starting to go clammy, but you hold onto Namjoon’s as tightly as possible – you’re afraid that either he or you will disappear once you let go. “What do you mean, cursed?”

“See?” ‘Hoseok’ insists, pointing at you as he frantically looks between the guys standing around him. “The real Y/N wouldn’t react like this, she’d literally burst out laughing!”

“Excuse me, since when am I not the real me?” you inquire, tilting your head as you take a step forward. “I think I know who I am.”

“No, I –” Hoseok lets out a sigh, shaking his head. “I meant our Y/N. The one we know.”

“Okay, you lost me,” the laughing guy says through a snort.

“The curse, Jungkook! How else could you explain it? Different clothes, different hair...” Hoseok hisses, eyes flickering to you and Namjoon. Jungkook. Now that you hear his name, you’re starting to think he does look like the Jungkook you once talked to on some company drink. But it can’t be.

When Jungkook simply raises his eyebrows at Hoseok, looking no less confused than before, Hoseok huffs. “The one that sends you to a parallel universe!”

Even though the words Hoseok is saying are absolutely, ridiculously far-fetched and you normally wouldn’t even come close to believing it for one damn second, they hit you in the face like a ton of bricks. Your eyes widen and your mouth falls open, your heart starts beating faster and faster. Meanwhile, the thunderstorm outside is still raging on, and a flash of lightning cuts through the plastic sheets surrounding you.

“A parallel…” Namjoon mumbles beside you. When you look up at him, you notice the way he’s staring off into nothingness, his eyebrows furrowed into a thoughtful frown, his fingers idly playing with yours. “That’s impossible.”

“But it happened, didn’t it?” Hoseok insists, taking a step towards you. “What was the last thing that happened before you got here?” he asks the two of you, his eyes seeming to grow wider by the minute.

“We uh… we were working late and then we got into the elevator,” you reply cautiously, your eyes flickering to the two guys you know – at least, you think you know. But with the way they’re looking at you, you’re starting to see some merit in this curse theory. “And some lightning hit and then the elevator started shaking, and then we got onto this floor.”

Hoseok breathes in sharply and claps his hands, stumbling back. “Just like the stories!” he exclaims. His voice is sharp and cuts right through the sound of the rain against the windows, now slowing down to a pitter-patter. “The elevator – where was it?”

“Just over there,” Namjoon replies with a frown, pointing to the direction you came from. “But –”

His sentence is cut off when Hoseok starts to sprint, plastic sheets rustling as he pushes them out of his way, his footsteps as loud as the thunder outside. You only wait a moment, exchanging confused looks with Namjoon before decide to chase after him – hell, at this point, you’d love to just go back into that elevator and go down to the ground floor and get the hell home, away from whatever this situation is.

“Right here?” echoes Hoseok’s voice only seconds later. You push away the last plastic sheet to reveal the set of elevators that you stepped out of – but they all have an out of order, take stairs sign pasted to the metal doors. You let out a shaky breath, your skin going cold. “These elevators?”

Hoseok hits every single button he can hit to summon any of the elevators, but there is no response. The buttons don’t light up, nor do the elevators arrive, even after minutes and minutes and minutes of waiting. Behind your back, you notice that the crew has started to film again, walking around you in circles in an attempt to find the best angle to capture whatever the hell is happening here.

“They worked just a few minutes ago…” Namjoon protests weakly, letting go of your hand to press the buttons again. You cross your arms, biting on your lip as your mind starts to run off in all directions – what the hell is happening?

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” Hoseok mutters, shaking his head and pressing the button twice more before he whirls around. His selfie stick wobbles along, and you’re surprised that it hasn’t broken yet. “What the hell do we do?”

“Wait, hold on– are you seriously saying that these are different versions of Y/N and Namjoon?” a low voice chimes in from the back. You turn to see the owner of it take off his headphones, lowering what looks like some sort of recorder in his hands. “Are you listening to yourself?”

“It’s the only explanation!” he shoots back. “Why the hell else would we be investigating this place if the stories could never be true?”

Silence.

“I mean… we could be dreaming,” you say slowly, tilting your head – and you want to believe your own words with all your heart. Only problem is, you don’t.

“Pinch yourself, then,” Hoseok replies, crossing his arms despite the selfie stick that’s in his way. “See if you wake up.”

You’re taken aback by his words and you open and close your mouth in surprise, blinking at the stranger standing in front of you telling you to pinch yourself. “I –”

“Just do it,” he insists. “See if you’re dreaming.”

Opening and closing your mouth once more, you look aside at Namjoon, who shrugs at you – and before you can change your mind, you pull back your sleeve and pinch hard. Your skin stings and you wince at the feeling, the spot starting to burn as the blood rushes up to your arm – but when you look around, your surroundings seem as real as they could be.

“See?” he says through an exhale, turning to the others in his crew. “Not dreaming. It’s a parallel universe, I’m telling you!”

“Wait, so are you saying we ended up in your universe somehow?” Namjoon inquires, tilting his head at Hoseok. “That this elevator is some sort of vessel to get us there?”

He hums and slowly shakes his head. “That would mean that our Y/N and Namjoon would be here too,” he mutters, rubbing his bottom lip as his eyes dart around the environment. “We must’ve all travelled to a universe that isn’t ours in some way…”

He stays silent for a moment, lifting his gaze and narrowing his eyes at the sheet right behind you. He lets out a sharp breath, which comes out in a white cloud – suddenly, the room feels colder than it did before, and you shiver. “I have to check something,” he mumbles, slipping past you to push through the several sheets in his way, walking to wherever he’s planning on checking – leaving you behind.

“He isn’t like this all the time,” someone mumbles as the five remaining crew members brush past you to follow Hoseok, though you don’t quite catch who it could be before they melt into the group.

“Are we supposed to follow them?” Namjoon whispers, letting out a breath in disbelief.

You stare at the same plastic sheets as him, silently taking his hand in yours. “Well…” you say through a sigh, closing your eyes for a moment to try to calm down your pounding heart. “The elevators aren’t exactly working, so what else are we supposed to do?”

“But this parallel universe thing…” he adds, slowly shaking his head. His eyes are still fixed on the dirtied sheets, on the way they subtly sway back and forth in the draft that travels throughout the floor. “It’s ridiculous, right?”

He looks aside at you, his eyebrows furrowed, and you look back at him – only you stay silent, simply biting your lip instead. His face falls at your non-response, his lips parting. “Babe…”

“I mean, what other explanation is there?” you reply, letting out a sigh. “It can’t be just some –”

“Oh my god!”

Your head snaps into the direction that the others disappeared into, and you and Namjoon exchange only a single glance before curiosity gets the best of both of you – you rush towards the spot where you first bumped into the crew, pushing your way through several plastic sheets and moving towards the low hum of chatter.

“What? What’s wrong?” you ask as soon as you push the last sheet out of the way, coming to a halt in front of the stairs. Two crew members are pushing at the door to the stairwell as hard as they can, hitting their shoulders against the glass embedded into the frame.

“The door’s locked,” Jimin – who is apparently not your Jimin – replies, glancing at you. “And before you ask, no, it’s not a pull.”

You let out a laugh, playfully elbowing his side as you shake your head. A bright smile washes over his features as well, and he quickly looks down at his camera, starting to mess with the buttons. “So are we stuck here now or something?” you ask, crossing your arms as your eyes divert to the crew members trying to break into the stairwell.

Jimin shrugs, glancing up as his apparent crew members keep trying to get the door to open. “Well, I mean, Hoseok thinks the stairs are a portal to whatever this universe is, too, so I guess we are if it stays locked,” he says with a frown, shaking his head at the scene in front of him. “Oh, in that case, I guess I should introduce myself, huh?” he adds with a grin, holding out his hand for you and Namjoon to shake. “Jimin. I film Hoseok and the other Y/N while they bicker about ghosts,” he says, holding up his camera.

“Y/N,” you return, shaking his hand. “I calculate stuff.”

He laughs, nodding approvingly as Namjoon shakes his hand as well, and Jimin turns to face him. “Namjoon,” he introduces himself. “I also calculate things.”

“Nice to… re-meet you guys,” he says with a laugh, looking over his shoulder as someone lets out a shout, pounding their elbow against the glass – it doesn’t budge. “Hey, has someone called the site rep?” he calls.

Not-your-boss Seokjin turns to Jimin and shakes his head in response, wiggling his phone at him. “We don’t have service or wifi here apparently, so it’s no use.”

“Oh my god, we somehow ended up in a strange parallel universe and we’re definitely gonna die,” Hoseok mumbles through an exhale, shaking his head as he turns around and starts pacing back and forth, running his hands through his hair.

Your smile falls and your eyes widen in fear. “What?!” you gasp, blinking at Hoseok. No matter how many times Namjoon tries to soothe the dread building in your chest by running his thumb over the back of your hand, it won’t go away. “Why do you think we’re gonna die?!”

“We’re not gonna die,” Seokjin corrects Hoseok calmly, putting a hand on the man’s shoulder and making him stop at once. “We just need to figure out how to break through these windows and get out of here, okay? That’s all.”

“But we’re in a parallel universe, it’s dangerous,” Hoseok says with a shake of his head. The rain is picking up again and the sound of water beating against glass booms in your ears – a low rumble of thunder sounds in the distance. “We could mess up everything for the versions of us that live here.”

There’s a short silence as Seokjin takes a slow breath in and then pushes it back out, looking up at the concrete ceiling as he subtly shakes his head. “Okay, then we’ll each figure out how to get back to our right parallel universe. It shouldn’t be that hard, should it?”

Hoseok chuckles, his hand pinching the bridge of his nose as he shakes his head. “Yeah, parallel universes are so very simple to figure out that we might as well –”

A sudden beep cuts off his sentence and his head snaps up, eyes wide as they dart around the space. Another beep, followed by one more, then more, until the beeps get so fast that they almost sound like one long, high-pitched sound.

“Isn’t that the EMF reader?” the guy with the headphones – Yoongi, apparently – says with a frown, nodding to Hoseok’s bag. He gasps and slings it off of his shoulder, rummaging around in it until he pulls out a weird, rectangular device that looks more like an old, flat cellphone than anything – antenna and all.

“It’s going haywire,” Hoseok mumbles, hitting the thing a few times before looking at it again – it’s still beeping, showing no signs of shutting down. You wince at the sound, moving your hands up to cover your ears when, suddenly, a loud, static sound cuts through the beeping EMF reader and Hoseok’s eyes grow wider still. “That’s the spirit box!” he shouts over the loud bursts of white noise, undercut by voices that are starting and stopping so quickly that you can’t hear a thing they’re saying.

He bends over to search his bag once more – and then pulls out another strange device you’ve never seen before in your entire life. The spirit box is black and just as rectangular as the EMF reader, emitting an annoyingly loud sound of white noise that never seems to stop – until one of the voices you’ve been hearing every once in a while speaks for longer than a millisecond.

“Trapped. … Die.”

Despite the fact that you have no idea what any of this means for you, your heart drops into your stomach and the blood drains from your face. Your eyes wide, you look up at Hoseok, who seems to be just as shocked. “I…”

“That didn’t sound good,” you breathe out, looking around – the others you don’t seem as fazed, though their faces are visibly paler and their eyes noticeably wider. “What was that?”

“It’s a spirit,” Hoseok breathes out, tearing his gaze away from the spirit box to look at you. When you show just as much confusion as before, he lowers both the EMF reader and the spirit box, taking a breath in, a breath out. “The– this building is constructed in the exact spot where an old and really cruel prison used to be,” he starts, his voice shaky. “And they say this whole place is haunted for exactly that reason.”

Your eyebrows shoot up and your eyes widen. “The whole place is what now?”

“Haunted,” Hoseok repeats, as much concern etched into his features as you feel there is in yours. “There were like fifteen escapees that died trying to get out,” he adds, his breath coming out shakily, and he’s starting to blink a lot. “And they say that their spirits opened up a portal to a parallel universe, just to be able to get away somehow, but they never got to leave themselves.”

“Jesus fuck,” you breathe out, lips parting in surprise. You shiver when a cold breeze runs through your hair, and you grit your teeth to keep them from clattering. “Since when is our office haunted?”

“I mean, Al’s joked about it before, but I never thought…” Namjoon mumbles, his grip tightening around your hand. “I just figured he was really joking.”

You whimper, hand coming up to cover your forehead as you keep shaking your head. You’re cold, you’re tired, you’re scared, and you just want to go home. The only consolation here is that you’re with Namjoon, but even the steadiness that simply holding hands provides doesn’t make the discomfort go away. “That’s not good.”

“Come on, you’re not supposed to do that!” Hoseok says through a groan, even going as far so as to stomp his foot on the ground, and you blink down at his shoe in surprise. “You’re supposed not believe any of it and laugh at my suffering and annoy me out of being scared!”

You raise your head to look at him, letting out a bitter chuckle. “That sounds like a lot.”

It’s silent for a moment and he lets out a breath, shoulders relaxing as he sends you an apologetic smile. “Sorry,” he says, his voice so soft that you almost can’t hear it over the sounds of the EMF reader and the spirit box – but your brain seems to have relegated both of those to the background for the time being. “I just– you’re usually the one who thinks straight and finds… non-paranormal reasons for everything.”

You clear your throat and nod, glancing down at your feet before looking up again. “I’m sorry I’m not the sceptical ghost hunter Y/N tonight, then.”

“Hey, what can you do?” Hoseok says with a shrug, fumbling with the EMF reader and turning it off. “You didn’t exactly ask to be transported to a parallel universe and be threatened with death by some ghost.”

“You’re definitely right about that,” you return with a laugh, nodding as Hoseok switches off the spirit box as well. “Now we just need to figure out how to get the hell out of here and we can all go on with our lives,” you add, wrapping an arm around Namjoon without thinking much of it – and you’re immediately reminded of where you are and who you’re supposed to be when you only see eyes widening briefly and gazes averting.

“I take it we’re not dating in your universe?” Namjoon says sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck – when you look up at him, you swear you see his cheeks have flushed a faint red colour.

Seokjin laughs, shaking his head as he stuffs some papers in his bag. “No,” he simply answers through a chuckle. “But we should see how you guys’ll fair,” he adds with a grin, looking up at the two of you. You don’t quite know whether you should laugh or not here – but you do it anyway.

“Let’s get out of here before we start planning alternate-universe experiments, alright?” Yoongi interjects, eyes gliding over the group.

Seokjin shrugs. “We could do both.”

Trying to hold back laughter, you scratch the corner of your mouth in an attempt to smooth out your amused smile. “We should see if there are any other ways to get out,” you say after clearing your throat, looking aside at Namjoon. “There should be an emergency exit, shouldn’t there?”

“Oh shit, you’re right!” Namjoon breathes out, a relieved smile washing over his features. “It should be on the other side of the floor, but…” He turns his head this way and that – but suddenly, there are plastic sheets all around you, and you can barely see a few steps ahead.

“There were less of these before, right?” you note warily, taking a step back from Namjoon to inspect one of the sheets closer, poking the one in front of you – it feels real.

“I –” Namjoon pauses. The others seem confused as well, their soft murmurs, shuffling footsteps echoing against the concrete surroundings. Turning your back to them, you tilt your head at one of the sheets reaching out to push it aside – more sheets. “I think so.” His voice sounds further away than it did before, but you don’t pay it much attention, simply stepping forward to check if there are as many sheets behind the next one as you think there are.

And the answer is yes.

“It’s like a maze or something,” you note to the others, turning to look over your shoulder and huffing when you don’t hear any response – but when you push the sheet aside to walk back to them, your heart drops into your stomach.

Everyone’s gone. In their place, there are only more plastic sheets, dirtied and musty, softly swaying back and forth in whatever draft is blowing through the floor. No people, no cameras, no stairs, nothing.

“Namjoon?” you breathe out – silence. The rain has stopped, and so has the thunder, just like the street sounds you can usually hear when you’re working at your desk. There’s just your heart beating in your ears, your breathing starting to grow ragged – the silence feels almost suffocating.

“Namjoon?” you repeat, turning around and around, a feeling of dread tightening around your chest and your lungs, making it hard to breathe. Your surroundings don’t change in the slightest. “Jimin? Seokjin?”

More silence.

“Hoseok!” you shout at the top of your lungs, falling silent right after – but, much like you expected and unlike you were hoping, there is no reply. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” you mutter underneath your breath, over and over and over again.

Closing your eyes for a moment, you wrap your arms around your own torso, trying to stop yourself from shivering too much, trying to get yourself together. Your foot is tapping against the concrete floor, blood rushing up to your face, but you try to ignore all of that, focusing on keeping your breathing normal.

Why can’t the fearless, professional ghost-hunting version of you be here instead of you?

You push aside a sheet of plastic, faced with yet another one behind it, then another and another and another. Starting to pick up your pace, all you can do is try to push through the fear closing around your throat, making your muscles tense up, try to channel this other, apparently existent version of yourself right now, to be fearless and sceptical and not afraid of any of these goddamn ghosts. You’ve long lost control of your breathing and you feel like you could trip over your own feet any second now, your legs burning, your heart beating out of your chest.

But when you push aside a last sheet and come to a stop in front of the emergency exit, it momentarily stops beating.

You’ve found it.

It’s right there in front of you. A single door painted a dark green, its glossy varnish shimmering in the soft moonlight – you’d almost say it’s glowing. A green sign with a drawing of a running stick man hangs right above it, flickering frantically. You take a step forward, reaching out to grip the metal doorknob –

You feel a tap on your shoulder. Namjoon?

With a gasp, you whirl around, looking behind you, your eyes scanning your surroundings.

No one.

You let out a slow breath, your heart rate picking up so much that you can hear it beating in your ears. It wasn’t. A. Ghost. Not a ghost. Not. A. Ghost.

Turning back around, a relieved sigh escapes your lips when the emergency exit is still there. You’re gonna open the door and call for the others to come to you until they join you. You’re not leaving this spot, no matter what.

Your hand closes around the doorknob and you take another breath, gripping the cold metal so tightly that your knuckles turn white and its edges dig into your skin.

“Stay.”

The voice sounds so close to your ear that you let out a yelp, hand shooting off the doorknob as you jump a mile in the air. Shivers run down your spine as you recall the sensation of actual breath ghosting over your skin, goosebumps prickling on your arms and legs. Not a ghost. Not a ghost. Not a ghost. Just open the door, wait for the others, and get the hell out and then figure out how to get back to whatever ‘your’ universe is.

“Guys!” you shout out, eyes squeezing closed as you grip the ice cold doorknob once again. “I found the door!”

As expected, there is no response, but you push on. “Guys!” you repeat, slamming the door open, ignoring the shivers running down your spine as breath ghosts over your skin yet again, setting one foot outside and –

You jolt awake.

Inhaling sharply, you sit up, wincing at the shrill sound of a phone ringing in the background. Your back is stiff and your eyes are puffy – you rub them in an attempt to see better, letting out another sigh. Blinking as you lower your hands into your lap, you look around, dazed.

You’re sitting at a colleague’s desk in your office, a thunderstorm raging outside, rain beating against the windows. A flash of lightning illuminates the entire floor in white, and you squint to protect your eyes from the brightness. “What the –”

“Y/N?”

You gasp and your head snaps to the side, seeing Namjoon sitting in the chair right next to you. He’s looking at you with wide eyes and parted lips, his eyebrows furrowed as his gaze darts over your face.

Without another thought, you pull back your sleeve and pinch. You wince but smile when it hurts like a bitch, and you look down to see a red spot start to form on your skin. Ignoring the second red spot right beside it, you look back up again, your smile widening.

“Namjoon,” you breathe out, your shoulders relaxing as you throw your arms around him. He breathes out a relieved laugh, wrapping his arms around you in response, and you close your eyes to focus on his warm embrace. Your heart is beating hard, beating fast, and you can’t help but open your eyes again to look around the office to see if you really could be back. The desks, chairs, carpet, windows – everything looks the same as it always has. There isn’t a speck of dirt that seems out of place, even the weird stain on the wall by the printer looking the exact same. You’re back.

“Is it just me, or did we just have a really weird dream?” Namjoon mutters into your shoulder, his arms staying tight around you.

You breathe out a laugh. “Did it have something to do with ghosts and universe travelling?” you ask, flashes of plastic sheets, concrete floors, bright camera lights running through your mind. They seem real, they feel real – but you’re starting to wonder if they even happened in the first place.

“I –” Namjoon pauses, letting out a disbelieving breath as you break apart, leaning back in your chairs and staring off into the distance. “It did.”

You lift your eyes to his, holding his gaze for a prolonged moment. It wasn’t real, right? “Just... a weirdly similar dream, then,” you mumble, saying it more to yourself than to Namjoon – and even though the both of you seem to want to believe it, you aren’t exactly convinced.

“But how did we –”

“We fell asleep and our brains just synced up somehow,” you insist, shaking your head. “Just a dream,” you repeat firmly, though your eyes flicker to the two red spots on your arm and you wonder...

Namjoon stares at you for a little while longer. His eyebrows are furrowed and he’s fidgeting with his fingers, though he’s nodding slowly.

A phone continues to ring in the background, its shrill sound cutting through the soft pitter-patter of the rain outside. The thunder has ceased for the time being and so, the office feels much calmer and more peaceful than before you left – or, at least, you think you left. But you’re not so sure of anything right now.

Abruptly tearing his eyes away from you, Namjoon jumps into action and swipes his phone off his desk, clearing his throat when he looks at the screen – you swear you see his cheeks flushing as he purses his lips. Before you can ask him about it, though, he quickly slips his phone into his pocket.

“Let’s just go home before we fall asleep again,” he says with a soft smile, getting up from his chair and holding out his hand.

You grin up at him, lacing his fingers with yours and letting him pull you up. “Or are we just trying again?”

He narrows his eyes at you, though he can’t help but laugh, shaking his head as he quickly hits the off-button of his computer. “Too soon,” he says with a chuckle, snatching his bag from the ground and slinging it over his shoulder.

A short silence falls as you walk away from his desk, and you look down at your hands as you trail behind him, watching the way you can make his fingers move with yours, feeling the way his hand slots into yours so easily, and smiling softly.

“But let’s take the stairs, just to be sure.”

With a laugh, you nod eagerly, following him as he strays from the path towards the elevators and heading for the stairs down instead. You feel yourself growing tired, exhaustion starting to take over you. The memories of a shaking elevator, footsteps echoing through an empty office floor, your heart pounding out of your chest – they’re all starting to feel less and less real with every step you take. Names and faces start to fade from memory, images growing blurry until there’s nothing left but the sensation of breath softly ghosting over your skin, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Hey,” Namjoon pipes up as you take the umpteenth set of stairs down, the both of you panting, out of breath, though not complaining.

You look up at him, eyebrows raised. “Hm?”

Frowning, you notice the way he bites his lip as he looks at you, then quickly averts his eyes, stopping in the middle of a set of stairs. “I know it was just a dream and everything,” he starts, and you stop on the step right above his. “But I’m curious.”

A smile teasing over your lips, you take another step down, taking his hand in yours. “Curious about what?”

“How did you get out?”

“Emergency exit, like we said,” you reply. Yet another shiver runs down your spine as you feel the sensation of breath tickling your skin, goosebumps spreading over your arms and legs. “I wanted to call you guys, but you were gone and –” You heave a sigh, looking down at your hands as you play with Namjoon’s fingers. “I woke up before I could find you.”

Namjoon hums, and you lift your eyes to look at him, noticing the way his frown is deepening, the way he’s chewing on his bottom lip.

You tilt your head, letting go of his hand to run your fingers through his soft hair. “Why?”

He lets out a slow breath, his eyes closed as he smiles. “Nothing. Just curious,” he mutters, quickly leaning in to peck your lips and pull you further down the stairs. The door to the lobby is already in sight, freedom lurking on the other side. “Anyways, I hope this weird dream doesn’t overshadow tonight too much.”

You raise your eyebrows at him as he opens the door for you, letting you step outside. “What’s tonight?” you ask slowly, tilting your head. You walk backwards into the lobby, keeping your eyes on him as your footsteps echo off the shiny white floors. It’s not as brightly lit as usual, which makes you frown – the lights are dimmed instead tonight. “Did I miss an anniversary?”

Namjoon just smiles at you, nodding to something behind you. With a frown, you turn around, and your heart skips yet another beat as you draw in a sharp breath – rose petals rain down on you, courtesy of Jimin, who is standing a few feet away from you with a bright smile on his face. He’s dressed in his usual office clothes, and you suddenly realise why he stayed late with you, as well. On the floor, candles are carefully arranged into the shape of a heart, and the shape almost seems to glow right in front of you.

Are you still dreaming?

“Namjoon, what –”

You swallow your words when you turn around and Namjoon isn’t at eye height anymore. Rather, he has sunk to the floor on one knee, holding open a small, black box with a ring inside.

Holy shit.

You pinch yourself for the third time tonight, blinking fast in an attempt to get rid of the burning feeling in your eyes. Hurts like hell – you’re not dreaming. And all you can think as you look at Namjoon, his eyes glittering in the low lighting as he smiles up at you is – you’re so fucking glad you live in this universe.

“Will you marry me?”

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a/n: thanks so much for reading, I hope you liked it!! I know it’s a bit different from my usual stuff but I still had a great time writing it, and I hope you enjoyed it too :)) Let me know what you thought, I’d love to hear from you♥ Have a wonderful day/night wherever you are, and I hope to see you next week :))

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Kamen Rider Wizard Episodes 18-35

Conveniently, this was a hot mess just like a chimera.

(yeah I know I'm late, I'm on a busy week I'm trying to figure out my schedule LEAVE ME ALONE)

I mentioned this before and you all know the posts about the middle arc of the Kamen Rider seasons are always the hardest to write about, it's the second act so there's no much of a structure to follow, it's not like the first third where they'll introduce the world and the characters and we'll see the sprouts of everything starting to grow, and it's not like the final third where we already have well-established characters and plotlines and we see everything converging in the end.

The second third is always wild and I never know what to expect, but none of the second acts so far got me SO LOST like this one. And when you think about it, it shouldn't be like this since of all 9 episode arcs in this period NONE of them could be considered filler. All of the mini-arcs in this period had important things, the first one is introducing Beast and Land Dragon, the second introduces the Draco Timer, the third is Phoenix's defeat, the fourth one is to give Kousuke some dept and backstory, in the fifth one we get to know more about Medusa and the seed of a possible new Rider is planted, the sixth one gives Beast a power-up, the seventh one gives Wizard a new power-up, in the eight one we have Gremlin asserting his position as a new general, and the ninth one we dive into Gremlin's past and what I'm guessing is going to be the final quest of the season finally it's brought upon Haruto's eyes.

So, as y'all can see, it's a very eventful arc and this should be a good thing, you know? Like, they're not wasting time, this is on paper looks great!!! And yet, I didn't like it. To me, it was too much and it got rushed and confusing.

I know it's a staple and they had toys to sell, but I believe this show would beneficiate of having only one Rider. And I'm not saying this just because I hate Kousuke, I do think that they wanted to do so much with Haruto and they had SO MANY power-ups for Wizard planned that when they had to share that time with Beast it felt like most of the things were getting rushed and these power-ups didn't feel special because they happened so often and it felt like they've been just tossed around in the story.

Had Beast not been around we would have time for things to stick more with us and we would have more opportunities for the cast we already had to tighten up their bonds, which was something that lacked a lot to me in this part, and considering the major power-up Wizard got in episode 31 was highly dependant on his relationship with Koyomi I think it was crucial for us to see more of them.

And so that I can get over it already and not mention Kousuke anymore until the end of this post, I'm gonna beat on him a little more here. He's SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO ANNOYING, I can't think of any other characters in this franchise that annoy me as much, I had my problems with Phillip, I had my problems with Ankh, I had my problems with the entire Fourze cast, and I'm having problems with Aruto, none of them come close to my despise for Kousuke. He's flat, you know he's hyper and all, but everything to him ends up coming to his need to consume both food and mana, even the very interesting conflict with his grandma at some point got intertwined to that, and to me, that's just stupid. Yeah, the guy has to defeat phantoms to not die, fine, that's cool, but when you reduce his character to only that it doesn't make for an interesting character, or at least not one that I can care for. Also, his Rider form looks stupid, there was so much they could do with a Rider based on a chimera that has a lion as a basic motif, and they went with the plainest design they could go, like do they really call that helmet a mane? Did they think just making a shoulder piece was enough? And that hyper mode? Jesus that looks awful. if they were going for lion they completely missed the mark but if they were going for something Egyptian, maybe then they hit the nail in the coffin.

But that's enough of that, while I didn't looove most of the things in this part, aside from Kousuke and the too much going on, this arc had interesting things going on and these were the things that kept me going.

I think the most interesting thing of them all were the villains. Phoenix had a somewhat decent arc going around his defeat, it was interesting seeing him connect with Rinko even if at the end of the day he was just doing it to lure Wizard, again the thing of needing more time comes to play here because I would love if this had lasted a bit longer, I think it would beneficiate Rinko's character quite a lot having more time for this dynamic to happen and seeing this going at the same time as we see more of how her relationship with Haruto is.

Medusa had one of my favorite episodes that were the ones where we get to know more about who Medusa's gate was. Kousuke being gross and being attracted to high schoolers aside, I liked everything in those two episodes. I would've loved to see they "losing" and a gate becoming a phantom on screen but what we got there was quite interesting as well, and as much as I don't think they have more room for a new Rider to come and join the party but I would absolutely love to see her sister, I think Mayu is her name, come in as a wizard and SHE being the one to defeat medusa. Don't think it'll happen, but it sure would be awesome.

The highlight of all the villains is definitely Gremlin, or Sora how he likes to be called. I was very intrigued when he first appeared and I wasn't sure if I'd like him, but the dude created havoc and it was amazing. Just the fact that he was a serial killer before becoming a phantom is awesome enough, I was really shocked when that was revealed and that really made him rise in my conception. They set him up as a good parallel to Aruto since he's half-human half-phantom and I really hope they work with that for the final part.

The remaining cast stayed more or less the same, Rinko got her time to shine at the beginning of this arc in Phoenix's defeat, and Koyomi was there for Aruto's groundbreaking moment, and that was pretty much it for the gang.

Aruto kinda followed this too, but after losing his magic he had an awesome moment where he started thinking he was useless and he was helped by those two siblings and that was very strong and sweet and even though that was only two episodes I think it was a decent amount of time for making him stand out in the crowd. I do think this thing of the dragon reiving inside him wasn't a good decision, I think it would've been better and more meaningful if his magic had come back alone and from his own will/heart but oh well, that's okay.

I think this pretty much sums up everything I had to say, I usually try to highlight individual episodes but I don't think there had any other episode that stood out to me that I haven't mentioned already so I can skip this part, and I don't have any other remarks about the new forms look so... after this average second act I don't know what to expect from the final act, and the show also didn't help me in this matter since the only hook episode 35 left was Haruto finally knowing the Philosopher's stone exists so let's see what they gonna do with that. I'll see you the next time, hopefully on the scheduled day. Bye-bye~

#Kamen Rider Wizard #kamen rider

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memesforstefan · 7 years

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Fooled You!

Summary: Robbie isn’t who or what he seems. Someone comes to collect him. Inspired by the Star Trek episode The Squire of Gothos. Friendship fluff.

Rated E for everyone.

Sportacus stood in the middle of the sports field, his hands planted on his hips, staring sternly at his nemesis. As always, once Robbie’s schemes were stopped and his disguises fell away, Sportacus was left torn between disappointment and admiration. Villain or not, Robbie was simply, undeniably, a genius.

Robbie stood caught between the kids and one of the walls that lined the playing area. He wrung a matador’s hat between his hands, nervously, while still smirking insolently. Disguised as a matador, he had told the children tales of a rogue, possibly phantom, bull that had escaped and come to Lazy Town. In reality, the bull was one of Robbie’s mechanical monsters, programmed to chase Sportacus out of town. Full of determination and sportscandy, Sportacus had jumped onto the creature’s back and over-turned it. Using a set of jump ropes, he had lassoed and tied the monster. Sportacus had kept the bull still long enough for Pixel to shut it down.

As Sportacus struggled to find words–how did one lecture an adult about such antics?–a strange magic filled the area. Sportacus frowned. He knew Robbie had some magic, but this didn’t feel like him. Robbie seemed to sense it, too, his smirk falling into a dramatic sulk.

“Nooooo,” the villain whined, shaking his hands in front of him, in frustration. “Not now!”

“Yes, now,” a new, feminine voice insisted.

Sportacus spun to his left, eyes wide. A tall, beautiful woman stood next to him, her dark blue eyes focused on Robbie. Her pale skin was flushed from flying and strands of her light brown hair were stuck to her face, despite the crown of flowers keeping back the rest. Her dark, purple gown, light and airy, still floated around her, as if caught in a breeze. Orange and black wings fluttered against her shoulders and back.

“Please, no,” Robbie pleaded.

“You are coming with me,” the woman said firmly, unmoved.

“No, he isn’t,” Sportacus retorted, moving between them. “Robbie is my friend. You can’t make him go with you, whoever you are.”

The fae stared at Sportacus with wide, angry eyes and he sensed Robbie shifting behind him. Sportacus held up a placating hand, intending to try reason, but the fae cut him off sharply.

“I am called Rhoswen and I am his mother,” she asserted, with angry dignity.

“Just a little bit more, Mommy?” Robbie asked meekly, drawing gasps and gazes of surprise from Sportacus and the kids.

“You’ve used up all of your ‘little bit mores,’” she told him, shaking her head, daring Sportacus to interfere with a hard glance.

“But, we haven’t finished our game, yet!” Robbie complained.

“That’s what you said ten years ago,” Rhoswen said with a tired sigh. “And he is not the same elf you were playing with then.”

“But, we weren’t done!” Robbie insisted. “Nine just had to go…somewhere.”

“Even if Robbie is your son,” Stephanie spoke up, feeling sorry for Robbie, even if he was the villain, “why should he have to go?”

“Because, little one, it is way past his bedtime,” Rhoswen said, a bit more kindly.

“I don’t believe that!” Pixel argued. “Robbie loves sleep. He wouldn’t try to avoid it. He’s always trying to keep us quiet, so he can take naps.”

“Yeah!” Ziggy said, waving his lollipop in indignation. “He’s always sleeping on the benches and stuff. You can’t fool us, right, Sportacus?”

“I don’t know, Ziggy,” Sportacus said, honestly.

Rhoswen stared blankly for a moment, then burst into laughter.

“Well, you silly little gremlin!” she playfully scolded Robbie. “You haven’t told them anything, have you?”

“I’m being the villain!” Robbie announced proudly.

“Mmmhmmm, I’m sure you are,” Rhoswen agreed, before turning back to Pixel. “You see, that’s part of his game. If he manages to take a nap, then he can claim he isn’t tired and should be allowed to stay up and play some more.”

“Well, ma'am, he is an adult,” Stingy said. “They’re my benches and he can sleep on them, if he wants to!”

“Is he now?” Rhoswen answered, smiling brightly. “Robin, my love, remove your glamours.”

“But, Mooommmmy!” Robbie wailed.

“It is time for bed. Don’t you want to show them your pretty wings, before we leave?”

Robbie’s nose twitched with indecision. Everyone watched him, wondering what was about to happen. Finally, the villain gave a sigh of defeat. He whirled around twice, almost hidden by the glow of magic. When he stopped, he was smaller, even than Ziggy! His pompadour was gone, revealing a soft mass of dark curls. Robbie smiled brightly, expanding his wings. They looked like the wings of a bird, in soft shades of purple, pink, and orange. He flexed them, rising up off the ground.

“Oh, no, you don’t!” Rhoswen warned. “Don’t you even think of flying off on me.”

Pouting, Robbie settled back onto the ground. Looking closely, Sportacus saw how weary the boy looked and shook his head, fondly. The boy’s wings drooped slightly and his eyes were trying to shut. His natural form couldn’t hide his tiredness.

“He-he’s a little boy!” Trixie said, voicing everyone’s astonishment.

“Well, of course he is,” Rhoswen laughed.

“I fooled you!” Robbie exclaimed happily, giggling behind his hands.

“Yes, you did,” Sportacus agreed, grinning down at him. “More than once, I think.”

“You’re not going to ask for a snack or anything?” Rhoswen asked.

“NOPE! I had cake,” Robbie said, smiling happily.

“Lots and lots of cake,” Stephanie agreed, while Robbie nodded.

“Good. Then, it’s time to go.”

“I have to say bye, first!” Robbie protested.

“Well, hurry up, then.”

Robbie almost literally flew to Stephanie, wrapping his newly chubby arms around her waist and grinning up at her.

“Bye bye, Stephanie.”

Stephanie went down on one knee and hugged Robbie tight.

“Good-bye, Robbie. You’re a very fun villain.”

Robbie laughed, nodding vigorously, before pulling away and giving Trixie a hug.

“Bye, little guy,” she said. “I’m gonna miss all your mischief.”

“Bye, Trixie,” Robbie said, cheerfully.

Ziggy was sniffling, when Robbie came up to him. He didn’t wait for Robbie, but pulled the smaller boy close.

“Th-thanks for all the candy you ever gave me, Robbie.”

“Candy is good!” Robbie said enthusiastically, before leaning closer to Ziggy and whispering, “Eat lots of candy.”

“But, not too much,” Sportacus couldn’t help adding, grinning down at them.

“Pfft,” Robbie laughed, turning to Stingy for hugs. Stingy hugged back.

“It really won’t be the same Lazy Town without you. You can still sleep on my benches, whenever you’re in town.”

Pixel hugged Robbie tight, next, agreeing with Stingy.

“We’re gonna miss you. No one does gadgets like you!” Pixel complimented.

Rhoswen sighed.

“Say good night to Sportacus, then you’re done. You are not giving hugs to the entire town!”

Sportacus knelt down, facing Robbie, holding his hands out. He smiled a bit sadly, not sure how much of Robbie’s disdain was faked. To his delight, Robbie flung himself into Sportacus’ arms, wrapping his arms around his hero’s neck and hugging tightly. With a warm laugh, Sportacus stood up, bouncing him playfully. Robbie grinned, patting Sportacus on the top of his head.

“You’re a good hero,” Robbie praised, then yawned.

“Thank you. You did very well as a villain,” Sportacus said, kindly. “Sleep well, Robbie.”

“I don’t want to,” Robbie said mournfully, staring at him with wide, sad eyes, leaning back against his shoulder.

“I know, but do you know who the best super-heroes in the world are?” Sportacus asked, waiting for Robbie to shake his head, then answering. “Mommies.”

“Yeah,” Robbie agreed reluctantly, smiling at Rhoswen.

“Well, thank you,” she said, lifting Robbie gently from Sportacus and holding him.

With a wave of her hand, Rhoswen shrunk the mechanical bull down to the size of a toy and handed it to Robbie, who cuddled it close.

“You should see my lair, Mommy! I’ve got costumes and machines and stuff and this big, orange chair!” Robbie rattled off.

“Yes, you can come back for your toys, later,” she assured him.

“Bye, Robbie!” the Lazy Town kids echoed, unable to hide their sorrow.

Rhoswen smiled, winking at them.

“Oh, don’t look so glum. Robin’s just going to bed. He’s not leaving forever,” she teased her son, rubbing their noses together, making him giggle. “He’ll be back, later.”

“We look forward to it,” Sportacus assured her, happily, waving good-bye, as magic carried Rhoswen and Robbie away. The kids joined him, trusting Sportacus that their villain would eventually come back to play.

#psifitopia #submission #long post #fic

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szopenhauer · 4 years

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Who will you be spending Christmas with this year? no idea, I’d like to spend it with my parents but dad might work at the time and also sister can visit, I’m not even sure if I will be alive at the time nor if I want holidays as I have no money nor can’t eat much anyway

Did you go to high school with your current best friend? no Have you ever wanted to be vegetarian or vegan? maybe vegetarian but not a vegan for sure Do you park your car in a garage, carport or just in a driveway? we have no car

Have you seen any extended relatives in the last month? from afar Do you take part in paying the bills for your household? I don’t :( Have you ever properly listened to classical music? Did you like it? you mean if I listened to a live orchestra? not really Do your parents know how to text? not my mother Do you text your parents often? I text my father at least once a day when he’s at work What television channel do you watch the most? none anymore What will you do when this survey is over? take a bath and go to sleep, I play choices in the meantime, I might listen to music yet What’s the weather like today? there was a thunderstorm How do you usually celebrate New Years? I was listening to music with my family, we had special food and then we looked at fireworks through the window drinking non alcoholic champagne Is the place that you’re in right now quiet or loud? it’s quiet

What was the last thing you took a video of? what kind of friend I am on snapchat or smth on tik tok that I set as private

What’s something that used to really stress you out, but doesn’t anymore? school as I no longer attend it Do you prefer to be around introverted or extroverted people? I’m an introvert and I prefer NOT to be around people Have you ever been somewhere where you didn’t fluently speak the local language? never but sometimes I go to the mall and there are ppl speaking russian instead of polish Have you ever dated someone from a very different socioeconomic background? yep Were you born before or after the collapse of the Soviet Union? year after How often do you go grocery shopping? about every second day or third? If you got pregnant the 1st time you had sex, how old would the kid be now? it wouldn’t be born What was your last received text message about? M. wishing me good night Have you ever lived in a small community where everyone knew each other? my town was a bit like this when I was a baby Are you a procrastinator? huge What was the last thing you said out loud? BYE or smth like that

Have you ever worked over 50 hours in one week? I haven’t

Have you ever studied abroad? neither Do you have any medication that you keep with you at all times? sorta List three things that you need to get done in the next few days? take my dog to the vet, get my examinations results and give them to my gastrologist, go on a date, do grocery shopping etc. What’s something that’s much more difficult than a lot of people realize? being me What’s your opinion on couples ‘staying together for the kids?’ ugh... What was the last website you were on, before this one? Google Do you ever lose track of what day of the week it is? who doesn’t Were you raised by both of your parents? If not, then who raised you? could say so, my dad was busy often but I also had my grandma around Have you ever spent over $50 (€43) on a bottle of wine? - Have you ever locked your keys in your car? I don’t get it, how is that even possible? :o What season do you wish lasted longer? summer How old is the last male you texted? 60+ How old is the last female you texted? 28 Have you ever ‘taken a break’ in a relationship? If so, how did things turn out? could say so

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Is it windy outside? who knows Have you ever met a dog named ‘Spot’? I called one this way

Do you usually wrap gifts or just put them in a bag? give them without packing or anything When was the last time you were given jewelery as a gift? this year If you look out the window closest to you - what do you see? darkness Have you ever used crutches? for “fun” If Willy Wonka invited you to live with him, would you? ewww, creepy Do you own a pair of pink shoes? mhm Have you ever been in a tree house? sadly not Have you ever been outside in freezing cold weather with no jacket on? ha! it reminds me of the time we’ve been using hot glue for couple of hours to make floral decorations in class and we all started going crazy like on drugs and we wen outside in T-shirts in a freezing cold winter time to finish projects and we didn’t feel anything pfft - I wasn’t sick afterwards :P The last time you said “I want it” - what was it that you wanted? not sure what was last but I want health constantly if that counts What color are your sunglasses? they’re not colorful Are you picky about how your clothes fit? I like ‘em oversized Would you ever flirt with somebody in front of your parents? slightly Would you ever move to China? what for What material are the pants you’re wearing made of? cotton

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Do you ever have binges that last for hours, watching YouTube videos? not that long

Have you ever recorded yourself doing a cover of a song? ^^”

Are there any movies out there that basically make you want to puke? Gummo *someone once told me it reminds them of me and I wasn’t able to watch half of it as it was so disgusting and that comment feels like one of the worst offensive shit anybody ever told [about] me

Are either of your parents laid of from work at the moment? retired

Any secrets you’d never tell anyone? No matter how close they are to you? no secrets like this

Have you ever told a secret on one of your friends you promised otherwise? you got me

Do you consider yourself a promiscious person? I’m an asexual but recently... Look to your left, what’s the first blue thing you see right now? there’s nothing blue on my left side atm as there’s a window

Do you know anyone who has AIDS? What about yourself? no one that I know of

Has anyone ever mistaken you to be a member of the opposite sex? plenty of times

What’s one thing in your room you would die if your SO found? I wouldn’t die, I might be embarassed if anything

Does your school have a swimming pool? Or no? my schools didn’t have swimming pools

Do you prefer cappuccinos or frappuccinos? I only tried cappuccino before Would you rather swim in a lake or the ocean? lake Are there any plants in your home? omg yes What food does honey go best with? I liked yoghurt with honey when I was a child Have you ever carved a pumpkin? less than 5 times Do you love seeing frost hanging off leaves in the Winter? I like it on windows only Have you ever reread a book? no? Would you ever like to own a chandelier? not crystal one

Do you have any religious symbols in your home? bunch What religion do you identify with, if any? Christianity If you could have a small garden in your backyard, what would you plant? you mean vegetables?

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Are you currently sitting on your bed? I’m not

Did anything tend to make you extremely happy today? nope

What month is it? August

Do you know where the remote to the closest television is located or not? I know

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Do you know anyone who constantly puts themselves down? that me

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Do you know anyone who has their septum pierced? Does it look painful? not personally

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Has anyone ever kissed you in the rain? Did it seem romantic at the time? no thx

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How satisfied with life are you at this exact moment in time? Why is this? no comment

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