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plxviofiles · 2 years

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Kate X Fem!Reader fluff, Kate finds out that R is ticklish, she stores this knowledge in her back pocket to use when the time comes... well that time has come? What did R do? What revenge will Kate enact? (Perhaps Kate pins R down somewhere or something) Thank u so much!! 😁😁

I love your Kate requests 😭 my whole blog is literally a Kate Bishop fanpage and ykw, I'm not mad abt it please send me natasha requests too I'm not sure what I feel about this one, but I hope you like it !! <3

for what is tickling, if not laughter persevering (i'm obsessed with this meme I can't help myself)

#kate bishop x fem!reader, ft. the avengers (but they're tired of your bs 😔) (requests are open!!)

WARNINGS: swear words, a suggestive joke

A/N: yep. nothing much to say for this one. I REFERENCED MORE THINGS. this time it was the lion king (the pinned ya parts I'm having childhood flashbacks) and eternals (i loved the movie and i love drukkari <3) will i ever stop? no. THIS IS BARELY PROOFREAD. as usual. you shouldn't be surprised ❤ also my previous post didn't show up in tags and it BETTER this time or I'm rioting reposting <3

! word count: 1.4K (ah yes. normalcy)

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Saying that you avoid your girlfriend like the plague...is an understatement.

The avengers are having a chill day. Wanda and Natasha are sitting upside down on the couch, Yelena next to them, while they talked and Yelena listened, occasionally taking a snack from the vest she was always wearing. Sam and Bucky were playing cards leisurely and bantering as usual, Steve and Tony were playing a game of chess, Clint and Thor sitting nearby, the former making more trick arrows, and the latter eating his heated pop tarts.

It was peaceful. Serene. Magically undisturbed.

“SOMEONE!! HELLO!?!??! HELP.”

Suddenly, various versions of you were leaping into the kitchen, splitting up and glaring at the archer who seemed like she was having the time of her life.

“NO ONE CAN SAVE YOU!”

“YOU WON’T KNOW WHICH ONE IS THE REAL ME.”

“IS THAT A CHALLENGE?”

Kate just runs after you with the smuggest smile you’ve ever seen, while you (or youS) scramble away like you’re being chased by an axe murderer.

“Everything used to be so quiet,” Steve looks at the dropped chess board game that he was winning and clasps his hands in a prayer motion, “God, it’s me again.”

Tony looks dumbfounded and he shuts his eyes tightly, “If you try really, really hard, you can somehow convince yourself that they don’t exist.”

Everyone shuts their eyes.

(Distantly, “YOU’LL NEVER CATCH ME!” “I WON’T STOP UNTIL I DO.”)

“It isn’t working,” Wanda voices out, on the verge of tears.

Natasha holds her and whispers soothing phrases as Wanda sobs, and Yelena tries to no avail to offer her biscuits.

Bucky turns to Thor, “Couldn’t you just- I don’t know,” he mimicked a slam down as if he were holding a hammer, then made frantic faces, and fell flat on the couch.

Sam gasps overdramatically, and Clint just nods in agreement with Bucky’s statement.

“I shall do no such thing!” Thor booms indignantly, “I’m their protector, not their destroyer!”

“We can blame Natasha and Clint,” Tony jokes unhelpfully, nudging Steve, who still seemed bummed out about the chess game, “They brought those two in.”

“Tony,” Natasha drawls intimidatingly, “I could so, so easily post those pictures of you in a bunny suit.”

Clint snickers as Tony’s face blanches.

“How did this even start?” Yelena questions, looking the least disturbed, “How did you guys let this happen?”

And before anyone could complain about her statement, Natasha speaks up, “It all started during that one movie night.”

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“Remind me who thought watching “The Conjuring” was a good idea,” you murmured, getting popcorn, while Kate grabbed the drinks.

“Aw, is my baby scared?” Kate teases, and you scoff, “As if.”

Everyone takes their respective seats, and the movie begins.

Normally, this should’ve been a win for you.

You sat, poker-faced through the entire thing, and Kate was the one snuggling closer whenever a jumpscare came out.

“Why the fuck is this so scary,” Kate says into your ear, “It’s so unnecessary.”

“Who’s the scared one now?” you ask cockily, and Kate pokes you.

You laugh out loud at a suspenseful part of the movie, and everyone turns towards you.

You sheepishly rub the back of your neck, “Sorry, guys, just thought of something really funny.”

The rest shrug and go back to the movie, but Kate smiles. She smiles when she was just cowering a few seconds ago.

Fuck.

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“KATE!” she started using ACTUAL arrows to shoot each one of your illusions with the risk of hitting you.

“YOU’RE CRAZY!” you exclaim when she finally hits the last one and narrows you down.

She runs towards you and tackles you to the ground.

“Pinned ya,” Kate brags, her face right above yours.

“I’ll be able to pin you down someday,” you growl back playfully.

“Yeah, dream on,” Kate says with a shit eating grin, “You got caught so….”

She brings her hands to your waist and starts tickling you.

“K-Kate!” you exclaim, giggling uncontrollably, “Please!”

“But you look so cute this way!” she teases, “Seems like you’re completely at my mercy.”

You were shaking so hard with laughter, you couldn’t breathe, “STOP.”

“On one condition!” Kate stops for a moment, letting you breathe, as you glare at her.

“What is it?”

“Cuddles later.”

You were still breathing heavily, “You….did…all this…just for…cuddles?”

Kate sits up on you and raises her head, thinking.

“Pretty much. You’re always busy!”

Her pout makes your heart melt and you couldn’t help yourself.

“You could’ve just asked like a normal person,” you mumble, your hands on her waist, gently massaging the skin there.

Kate whimpers adorably at your touch, “I know.”

“Fine, let’s go,” you agree, “Just get the fuck off of me.”

“You know, this is pretty comfy,” she grins, and you smile sarcastically.

“Funny.”

—

Kate was very pleased with herself. She has bragging rights, got to have fun, and is now cuddling with her girlfriend in bed. What could get better?

“Katie,” you call sweetly, Legally Blonde playing on the laptop in front of you.

“Hm?” she tears off her gaze from the movie to look at you.

You kiss her softly, and Kate smiles into the kiss.

“Could you pass me the popcorn?”

“Sure!”

But when she gives it to you, you put it on the table next to you. Her eyes widen for the split second that lets you know that she's aware of what was going to happen.

She tried to move but you were faster, straddling her and pinning her arms to the bed.

"You know, under different circumstances," Kate winces, surprised, "this would've been really hot."

"Pinned ya," you quote your girlfriend with a proud smirk.

"AND NOW IT'S YOUR TURN!"

Kate laughs as you attack her with tickles.

"...This....feels...horrible when it's done to you," she manages to say, huffing, "C-Can you stop now?"

"Let me think," you say, your hands traveling higher, "No."

The archer sounds like she's about to explode with how much she was trembling and wheezing, and only when she starts to tap your arm, you stop.

"YES! I got my revenge," you got off the bed and cup your hands on your mouth, like a speaker, "Kate Bishop is a loser!"

"That's over the top," Kate mumbles under her breath.

"It wasn't over the top last Christmas when you gave me coal as a pretend gift."

"HEY! I gave you a real gift after that!"

"And you know I don't think you're actually a loser," you say, leaning your forehead on hers, although she was still grumpy, "My beautiful, beautiful Kate."

"I hate how you always know what to say to make me happy," Kate sighs, blushing.

"You love it."

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"Now, this is just a whole new level of childishness," Kate verbalises her discomfort.

"I think it's pretty funny," Tony cuts in.

Natasha agrees, snorting, "It kinda is."

"You guys fucking suck," you complain.

Yelena walks in, and pauses to take a look.

"Tin Man! Did you take your suit's hands and put one on both of them on high power?"

Tony rolls his eyes at the blonde's nickname for him but nods, "I wouldn't word it that way, but yes."

"That's comedy gold!" the assassin squeals in delight, trotting over to you and Kate, "You two look so silly."

"I don't even remember how they did this," you mutter, trying to move but not being able to, "I've never been so humiliated in my entire life."

"That's hard to believe," Kate tries to laugh, but a cough comes out instead because of the pressure on her abdomen, "Fuck, this sucks."

"We're only letting you go when you two promise to stop," Sam intervenes, standing in front of you like a strict dad.

You keep quiet.

"Kate?"

"What are you calling me for!?"

"Both of you," Steve stands beside Sam, his arms crossed.

"Thor?" you ask the man, pouting.

"I'm sorry, lady y/n and lady Kate, I can't do much as of now," Thor says with a grimace and Clint pats him on the back.

"Fine," Kate says finally, "We promise."

"y/n?" Natasha looks to you, brow raised.

"I promise," you huff reluctantly.

Tony raises his hands and the hands of the suit returned to his own.

You sit up immediately, holding your hand for Kate to take, which she does, and you whisper to her, asking if she's okay.

"I'm fine," she whispers back, smiling at your protectiveness, "You?"

You hum, rubbing the spot where the hand was and you glare at Tony, "You're mean."

Tony shrugs.

"Tell me something I don't know."

Yelena chuckles.

"You're all idiots if you think this will be the last time they'll do something like this."

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tokoyamisstuff · 3 years

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Tender Ch. 3 - Loki x Mute! Reader

Summary: As time passes,Loki and Reader grow closer.

Warnings: None. Cheesy, self-indulgent romance.

Words:

[Story Masterlist] [All of my Works]

Taglist: @austynparksandpizza @queenariesofnarnia @commonintrest @buckylokisimp @just-someone-who-likes-to-write @lxdyred @frostay @nina1800

It was almost 8pm when the display of Loki’s cellphone lightened up, and immediately his heart dropped to his stomach.

Only recently the god had learned how to use this annoying tool, still refusing to take it with him all the time. But since it was easier for you to just text, he’d put up with it.

And truth be spoken, except for Thor sending him those silly ‘Memes’, there wasn’t really anyone eager to talk to him anway - so he knew it had to be you.

Thousand worries were made up by his mind, of you having realized this wasn’t a good idea and canceling your date. Holding his breath, he dared to unlock the screen and read:

“I’m so excited to see you tonight! 💘”

“Don’t raise your hopes” he thought to himself, now busying his mind with every possible way of him fucking things up - and still, your message made him grin from ear to ear.

“As you should be” Loki answered and put down the phone, just to pick itn back up and sending some random emoji’s so it wouldn’t sound so harsh. “💌💚💐😏“

You on the other hand felt as excited as a teenager on their first date, having occupied yourself for hours through trying on different outfits, as well as getting your hair and make-up just right. This was a special occasion, after all!

“I hope he’ll like me...” you thought as you assessed your silhouette in the mirror, debating wether this dress was too revealing or not. In the end, you decided to wrap a silken scarf around your neck - so he won’t have to see the scar.

A knock on your door made you jump a little. Had it already been this late?!

“Miss Y/N?” Loki patiently waited in front of your flat’s door, just for his whole expression to falter when you opened. “You- uh...look ravishing.”

“T-h-a-n-k y-o-u!” You mimicked, trying to give him your most welcoming smile. Oh, how glad you were that he could at least read lips - but then, the most unexpected thing happened.

“You’re welcome” he signed, a little sloppy and unsure how to precizely use his hands, but still good enough for you to understand.

“When did you-” Loki answered before you were even done signing the whole sentence, and you were completely and utterly baffled at his skill. “Started a week ago. Needs some improvement, but I get the basics.”

Basics?! Since when was the God of Mischief so humble? Especially if he really only self-teached this at such an incredible speed, that was amazing!

Loki’s trademark grin spread over his cheeks, pretty satisfied with himself as he saw how your eyes were shining in excitement. “No big deal. Shall we?”

Much to your further surprise, the god even offered you his arm to cling on, before the two of you made your leave.

You couldn’t help but admire how handsome he appeared in that suit, his locks tamed behind his ears and golden accessory complimenting his look. The whole way to wherever he’d lead you was coated in pleasant silence, with both of you exchanging small smiles and joyful glances.

“There we are!” Loki declared proudly, as if you were not still in the Stark Tower - well, he isn’t allowed to leave, so we’d better make the best of it.

The compound was gigantic, having almost everything one could think about. To be honest, you had expected a restaurant, maybe a movie night or something classy - well, on the other hand you don’t know they do it on Asgard.

But this?!

You’ve never been at this part of the tower before, unaware there were such beautiful places in this rather boring, high-tech environment.

“I come here often” he signed and you nodded approvingly, “It eases the feeling of being imprisoned.”

Yes, one could truly forget that you were still inside of the tower while standing in that great botanical garden at the top floor, ceiling made completely out of glass and revealing the starry night sky.

"B-e-a-u-t-i-f-u-l” your mouth formed silently, just as you felt a hand on your hip. Loki embraced you from behind, his lips gracing your ear as he whispered “Just like you.”

“P-Pardon” he cut himself off, his grip loosening much to your frustration. “I didn’t know what came over me.”

Yet you only clasped his hand, signalizing him it was alright. “Well then...let me lead you to the table.”

In midst of this beautiful garden was a festively decorated table for two, with Loki holding one chair out for you to sit down. It seemed like he had thought of everything, making you wonder just how long he had prepared for this evening to go well.

As a prince, he was not really used to cooking, so he had gotten something in advance, together with some fine wines. “Not to compare with Asgardian quality” he joked, insisting you’d only deserve the best, “But it will do.”

Loki Odinson was the perfect gentleman, and every second of this date you became more aware of how unbelievably you had already fallen for him from the very start.

The two of you would exchange tales about your respective homelands, impactful events on your life as well as your dreams and ambitions. Even without a single spoken word, this conversation was deep and so natural, you could’ve kept on forever.

He would be happy to show you some little magic tricks, such as making blossoms float or lights appear everywhere. May you want it or not, the prince showered you in small gifts such as a selection of his most favourite reads he thought you might like, or a bracelet resembling two snakes intertwined with each other.

Oh, how both of you wished time would stop, letting you revel in this evening just a bit longer...

Having forgotten about time completely, you only realized how much time had passed when the sun was already rising at the horizon.

“Oh my” Loki chuckled shyly, almost feeling guilty for you were probably exhausted. “Let me consort you to your rooms, my fair lady.”

Trying his best to ignore all the spiteful looks Tony’s coworkers gave him as they crossed your way in the hallways, the god wished he would’ve just teleported you back.

“I need to thank you, my love.” The nickname escaped his lips quicker than his mind could catch up on. “Umm, I mean, I really enjoyed myself today. Hopefully you did too.”

You bit your lip, trying to play down your nervousness from expecting him to make a move - yet there was no kiss. Not even a hug, or anything to bid you goodbye.

“Sleep well-” Loki blinked heavily as you clutched on his arm, fingernails digging into the fabric of his suit. “What’s wrong, little dove?”

He squinted his eyes together, racking his brain as hard as he could to decipher your ASL, hopefully not misunderstanding something.

“Do you want to come inside?”

"I-I-I...” Hel, that caught him off guard. But you only gave him a sleepy smile, expression as welcoming as always. “That’s considered bad manners, I mean-”

“Not that!” You huffed quite amused at him becoming all flustered. “I thought you may want to sleep here? Just sleep, nothing more.”

“Of cou- I mean, if you insist” he desperately tried to preserve the last piece of dignity left inside of him, trying to downplay just how needy he was for your affection. "If you insist.”

Sheepishly entering your wide, one-room flat, Loki walked close behind you as his glare immediately went to the sofa on your right - yet you confidently shook your head, pointing towards the king-sized bed.

“This is new to me.” You judgingly rose your eyebrow at his statement, knowing the stories about how he and his brothers were heartbreakers back on Awsgard very well. “Not like that, I mean...ah, forget it.”

Much to your displeasure, the prince would rest far away from you, lying stiffly on his back.

Thinking back about your relationship up until now, you didn’t feel like sleeping in the same bed would cross any line:

It all started very subtle and slowly, but not unnoticed by you and the others - how over time, the God of Mischief was craving your touch. Like his hand ‘accidentally’ brushing against yours, just barely noticeable. Or how he almost naturally cuddled under the blanket with you whenever you were sitting on the same sofa.

The more time passed, the more confident Loki became in his approaches, always wary of your reaction - which would be delighted every single time.

Hugs had already become a firm ritual whenever one of you two traumazized messes were in need of affirmation.

Even some innocent kisses anywhere but your lips were a permanent feature or your togetherness by now, and both of you cherished every second of it.

So you’d plainly crawl over to his side of the bed, pressing yourself against his back.

“I tend to experience nightmares...” Loki whispered, only to be answered with your grip around him depending. "Maybe I should leave."

You snug your head hard against his back, inhaling his scent - for some reason, Loki always smelled like freshly cut grass and old books, not that you'd complain though.

The sound of his heartbeat was like music in your ears, and without giving him a response, it would soon calm you into a sweet slumber.

Tonight, Loki's mind would find peace.

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pockyxx · 4 years

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“ seijoh 3rd years as boyfriends ”

oikawa toru x reader, iwaizumi hajime x reader, matsukawa issei x reader and hanamaki takahiro x reader

genre: fluff

oikawa

would be the type of boyfriend to send you those lovey dovey good morning texts

even if they were cheesy as hell you’d know they were sincere

he’d always be there to reassure you when you felt insecure

this includes when you’re insecure about all his fan girls constantly giving him attention

tight hugs

this boy may be scrawny but I know he’d squeeze the life outa you

you’d bully him along with iwa-chan

he’d text you at ungodly hours with new alien conspiracy theories

would take you to instagram-able places for dates

definitely would initiate the cuddles

would force you to wear his jersey on game days

his love language is words of affirmation 100% and will always remind you how much he loves you

“Hurry up shittykawa, you were suppose to be warming up five minutes ago!” Iwaizumi scolded him in the hallway of the recreational center that the volleyball tournament was being held at. Oikawa stuck his tongue out at his childhood best friend.

“So mean iwa-chan, can’t you see I’m with n/n-chan.” He called you by the nickname only he called you. Your cheeks begin to heat up as Iwaizumi had caught you mid kiss. The ace rolled his eyes and went back to join the rest of the team.

“Where were we? Oh right, my good luck kisses!” He snickered, waiting for you to get up on your tiptoes to plant a handful of kisses on his lips.

“You heard him shittykawa, you’re game is starting soon!” You denied him, dragging him towards the court he was to be playing on.

“Not you too!” He whined in an over dramatic fashion yet he couldn’t help but think how cute you looked dragging him, his hoodie draping over your figure perfectly.

iwaizumi

tries to act tough and manly but is really a big ole baby

wouldn’t be much for pda except for the occasional hand holding and waist grabbing

in private tho... this man would cling onto you like no tomorrow

loves when you touch/ play with his hair--its softer than it looks

forces you to watch his godzilla movies but in return you can make him watch whatever you want

his love language is definitely physical touch

he loves idle touches, just feeling your skin against his

walks you home and waits for you to step into your house before leaving

great big bears hugs, no one can tell me other wise

hits the ball extra hard when he knows you’re watching

always wants to know about how your day’s been

You cuddled up to your boyfriend’s side, as his eyes are glued to the screen; as if someone was going to kill him if he looked away. Yawning slightly you lay your head in his lap as you grab his hand to play with his fingers.

You’d lost interest in the plot, finding Hajime’s reactions much more enjoyable. Watching his expressions change from excited to sad to anxious was enough to make you laugh.

“What’s so funny babe?” He looked down at you, finally taking his eyes off the movie. You looked up at him as his larger hand was still in yours.

“You’re really cute Hajime. Did you know that?” You giggled, making his face blush a deep shade of red before he snapped his head away from your gaze.

You sat up, forcing him to lock eyes with you, laughing again at the sight of such a macho man being so flustered just by words.

“Don’t act like it’s a bad thing.” You leaned forward and kissed him softly on his lips, “you’re a softy deep down.”

Iwaizumi’s heart went into overload. He brought you into his arms, in a bone-crushing and laid back down on the couch to finish the movie.

matsukawa

definition of dating your best friend

enjoys listening to you talk about your day

would send you really funny memes in the middle of class just to see you get red as you try to hold into your laughter

your laughter is like music to his ears

loves pda, as long as you’re okay with it

would take you to mcdonalds anytime of the day, just say the words

besides memes and reaction pics, his camera roll would be filled with stupid pictures of you

surprisingly good at cuddling

place things high out of your reach just so you can ask him to get it down for you

silly pet names; like that are overly absurd

he would get involved with your interests/ hobbies or a sport you play

Class was just so boring, especially with your teacher being a rude old fart. You sat near the front and as your sensei wrote something down on the chalkboard you looked behind to catch a glance at your boyfriend, Issei.

He was looking at his phone as per usual, probably messaging his friend Makki in the class next to you. His dark eyebrows had been raised, his lips tugging into a half smile and you could tell he was up to something.

On your desk, your phone buzzed and you could only attribute it to your boyfriend sending you a message. Of course you were right and went to check it out.

matt-sunshine: *attachment one photo* this could be us but you playin

You looked back at him hesitantly but Issei had gone back to paying attention to the lecture. Biting your lips, you opened the picture your boyfriend had sent and you then proceeded to pray that you’d be able to keep your mouth shut.

The picture in question had been two feet mimicking holding hands, except it was toes. For some reason that picture with what Issei had captioned it had sent you over the top. You let a loud, ugly laugh slip past your lips.

As you excepted, your teacher had issued you three days of after school detention for that. You glarred at your boyfriend, upset with him getting you in trouble but it was soon forgiven after he offered to take you out to eat after your detention.

hanamaki

similar to mattsun: he’d be your best friend and lover

when you’re feeling down he’ll do/ say funny thing to make you feel better

you dye each other's hair

lots of teasing on both ends

this boy is always hyping you up no matter the occasion

is mutual to pda, it all depends on how you feel about it

loves to kiss all your ticklish spots just to see you giggle

convos with him would be like you saying something funny, then makki following it up with something even more funny and so forth until you’re both about to pee your pants

no matter what’s happening, he’s got a meme for it

religiously quotes the ‘ily bitchhh, and i ain’t ever gonna stop loving you, bitchhh’ vine when talking to you

You sat in Takahiro’s room, waiting for him to come back up with snacks for your video game session, something you and him took very seriously. You leaned back in the bean bag, thinking about what the loser’s punishment would be and right as an idea popped into your head, your boyfriend walked in.

He placed the candies, chips and sodas on the small coffee table and passed you the Wii remote.

“So my precious booger,” cue the disgusting nickname he swore on his grandfather’s grave was suppose to be endearing, “what will the looser have to do this time?” Takahiro flopped down next to you.

Pressing your lips together, cautiously bringing up what you had in mind. “Loser has to dye their hair hmm... green!” he laughed and agreed to the idea.

The two of your then wiped off the cutesy faces before starting the game: Mario Kart. You looked at him, a competitive glaze coating his eyes. You knew for sure you didn’t want to loose.

After a grueling final race, the winners slides popped up and to your surpirse you were the winner.

Makki threw his control in disbelief, “it’s rigged, I swear!” He huffed, crossing his arms but you only got up in his face, teasing him with your victory.

“Now you’re going to be the booger-head, Hiro!” He rolled his eyes, gentally hitting your face with a pillow before standing up.

“Where are you going?” You wondered, drinking some of the soda he’d offered you earlier.

“That hair dye won’t buy itself.”

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grayfilmsandstuff · 3 years

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Hey there friendo! Could I get a funky madcom matchup? I'm fine with whoever (๑¯∇¯๑) This is also gonna be hella disjointed, so I apologize in advance (╥w╥)

I'm 4'11 with super dark brown eyes and hair and a baby face; most people always think I'm much younger than I actually am (I'm 20, but just look like a forever teen I guess) I've got dreadlocks that go a little past mid back, freckles, beauty marks and light patches all over my body (not sure if its vitiligo or not), and I wear prescription sports goggles instead of normal glasses since the straps make me less likely to lose them, and Im accidentally rough on stuff sometimes

Agender, aroace with leaning for gender neutral and neopronouns, but i dont really care much in the end ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I've got a metric shit-ton of mental illness, so my mental state is Wack™, tho I'll point out my ADHD and Autism since those are my most prominent. Paradoxical is the best word to describe me cuz I can range from feral gremlin memelord to so-quiet-you-forget-Im-there (I accidentally scare people alot cuz of this). Relatively apathetic emotionally, and I can sometimes struggle with social cues, I'm also very childish, hyperactive and immature, and can be blunt and straight forward with my words. I have a trash sense of humor (I'll basically laugh at anything), tho I do enjoy dark, self-deprecating, and/or inappropriate jokes the most. Since most people see me as "ignorant baby", I like fucking with them by just saying the weirdest shit or casually cursing because I can. Honestly, the amount of memes, shitposts, and copypastas that I've memorized just for the sake of a joke, is amazing.

I'm academically smart to a degree, with a leaning towards the sciences, maths, and engineering. Mostly a big psychology and astronomy nerd and really big into art. I've gotta bunch of sketchbooks and folders full of drawings, (mostly character designs), from over the years and too many damn color pencils (that I will continue to add on too, because fuck yeah colors). I'm really into transformers, comics, anime, video games, and true crime. I like to lift weights and have questionable eating habits (forgetting to eat is a problem of mine so I always have snacks on me, and I tend to eat things I really shouldnt; Ex. Chalk) and basically eat like a famine survivor when it comes to food. I practically inhale my food and I tend to get aggressive if someone tries to interact with me while I'm eating or cooking. All and all tho, I'm mostly here to vibe and just live in the moment.

I have a lot of cat-like habits and tend to headbutt, rub up against, and bite and/or lick people who I like; walk on my toes alot; and prefer small spaces over wide open ones. I'm also really flexible, so it's not odd to causally find me weird ass positions. Gets the nyoomies randomly and struggles with volume control (not helped by me being slightly hard at hearing), so I'll usually pace around while talking and making random noises (echolocalia basically, and I'll mostly beep, meow, trill, make Kirby noises "poyo!", etc.,), and also hand flappy! I also like to sing to myself and have a really great range (mostly on the higher end of the spectrum), as well as decent voice acting capabilities! I mirror things alot, so if I interact with someone long enough, I'll subconsciously start mimicking them and their habits (mostly verbal quirks and accents, but physical quirks too sometimes). Very much prefer hot and humid weather and get real tried/hibernate when it gets colder. For that reason, I've got a huge nest of soft blankets, pillows, and stuffed animals.

i.. . .this was so long.. . .. i love you thank you for sending in a request but note for people in the future please don't make your requests this long it makes it rough on me

this is a good example of the longest request i'll take and this is a good example of the shortest use this to your advantage

i match you wiiiiiith...

Hank!

- Hank isn't sure where you came from but he returned to the bunker with you one day and after the shock factor was over, everyone accepted it and welcomed you in

- they really like your goggles, sometimes they'll point to their own and then point to you, saying that you were matching :}

- he's got a wack mental state too, so he understands a lot of what you're going through and helps you with social cues from the other three, and just is there in general to help out

- you also help them if they feel like they need to lean onto you for comfort or help

- he actually thinks your bluntness is helpful because he's the kind of person is mostly oblivious and doesn't understand what you're saying unless you say it directly and say exactly what you mean

- they love making you laugh at the silliest things. if makes them really happy knowing that they can make you smile or laugh no matter what the circumstances are

- a lot of the time when you say a meme or a copypasta in front of him he won't understand and will ask you what it means

- "one bad gloop and she do what i yoinky two big splurgs and a big gloopy three more yoinks, then i buy me a smoothie poured up a gloop, that's a gloop and a splurgy"

- "...i'm sorry what"

- they really look up to how smart you are and it fascinates them when you'll just ramble about a topic because they know that means you're really interested in it

- you love drawing and a lot of the time you give your assorted doodles to Hank. he loves and cherishes them because what the heck how are you so talented??

- they get onto you for eating things you shouldn't. they want you be happy and healthy, not just the former

- he also enjoys watching you cook whenever you do! he tries his best to help but the big guy has no idea how you do it

- they LOVE your cat-like habits. they love cats. period. any time you'll meow or rub up against them they just melt entirely

- the first time you picked up on something he said and started mimicking it, his initial reaction was :O but it grew more into a :D

thanks for the request! i tried to keep it short with all that you provided me, have a good day my friend

#mc but the good kind #my writing #from the minds of others #text post #x reader #x reader matchup #hank x reader #madcom x reader #madness combat x reader #madcom #madness combat #hank j. wimbleton #mc hank #madcom hank #madness hank #madness combat hank #anon

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deansmom · 3 years

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I don’t think anything about movies hurts me more than Andrew Garfield having the third Spider-Man movie and a part in the MCU ripped out from under him. He loved Peter so much, he had such big ideas and dreams for the franchise and I just 🥺 Andrew deserves to be in the MCU, god fucking damn it. Retcon everything, refilm Avengers (2012) but Peter stumbles onto the battle of New York on his way home and he helps the Avengers win. Loki tries to mind control him and Pete just laughs in his face and then breaks Loki’s nose. He doesn’t join them for shawarma, but Steve does show up to his school to explain why Peter was late for his final.

[clutches chest] PETER PARKER SWINGS ON DOWN TO DC TO HELP NATASHA AND STEVE WHEN THEY FIND OUT SHIELD IS MOSTLY HYDRA. R-RATED CAP2, BUT IT’S RATED R BECAUSE PETER CAN’T STOP CURSING. ALSO THE WINTER SOLDIER RUNNING INTO PETER PARKER WOULD BE VERY FUNNY BECAUSE IMAGINE HOW BUCKY LOOKED IN CAP3 WHEN PETE CAUGHT HIS HAND BUT ITS AG PETER AND HE CATCHES THE FIST AND IS LIKE “SORRY ABOUT THIS ASSHOLE, THATS A DOPE ASS ARM, BUT UH [snaps it off] FUCK NAZI’S” AND THAT MAKES THE MASK FALL OFF AND STEVE STILL DOES THE “😮 Bucky?” And the winter soldier does his “who the hell is Bucky?” And Pete’s like off to the side, incredulous and without the spidey suit just in his college kid street clothes, jerks his thumb at Bucky, “CAP YOU KNOW THIS FUCKING NAZI OR SOMETHING???”

PETER AND NICK FURY LMAO HE’D FOLLOW NICK AROUND MIMICKING HIM PERFECTLY EVEN THOUGH HE CANT SEE HIM AND IT WOULD INFURIATE HIM. He gets Maria to laugh four times in one briefing though by dropping wigs onto nick from the ceiling

Tiny baby pete showing up in iron man 3 to call Tony a fucking idiot and save him from himself and drive him to therapy and he shows Gwen Tony’s plan for taking the arc reactor out and in twenty minutes they’re like “lol yeah we can fix this in an afternoon, no problem grandpa.” And Tony wants to be livid but the science is sound and that damn Gwen Stacy is just so smart, and he’s really gonna trust a college student with this, isn’t he?

Tell me andrews Peter Parker wouldn’t have followed Natasha after civil war and shown up at her trailer and been like, “hey, there’s a bad guy following you, thought you should know. Ohhh, is that caviar? I’ll take that. Thanks nat! What are we watching?” And she’s just standing there as he steals her rare russian caviar right out of her hand because what the fuck, Peter. Also his commentary with Yelena would be great. They’d love each other and it would drive Natasha bonkers. “God you’re such a mom.” “Sorry Nat. It’s true.” “Ive killed people you know. Lots of people.” Peter, deadpan perfect imitation of Elle Woods, “what, like it’s hard?”

Sam HATES him, complains about the fucking millennial and his taste in music and it’s mostly jokes, but Peter starts calling him an old man and referring to him as dad in public both to confuse the general public and remind Sam that he is, in fact, old enough to have a kid in his mid 20’s when nobody bats an eye at it. A couple of nice old ladies in the subway even tell Pete he has his fathers eyes, and Sam can’t fucking breathe he’s so horrified that they think a 25 year old white boy hipster is his child, but Bucky and Steve are in tears laughing so hard

Peter tries to do the same thing to Steve and Bucky, pass them off as his dads, but to everyone’s horror neither one of them bats an eye at this and they start calling him son and sweetpea and champ in front of people and Steve pinches his cheeks at a parent’s night at his college and Bucky charms a couple baby pictures out of Aunt May and has Natasha photoshop him and Steve into them and shows them to people and Peter hates it. They have an open invite to any parent events though, but usually it’s only one of them who escorts Aunt May and plays the part of doting dad. Also, they would adore aunt May. Absolutely adore her and flirt shamelessly with her, to Peter’s abject horror, and May flirts back, “I’m old, not dead and blind, Peter.”

Oh, older angstier Peter and Bruce 🥺 Bruce comforting him after Gwen dies and Peter’s one of the only people who can talk the hulk down. The hulk even likes Peter. They spar sometimes when Pete’s in a Mood. Bruce GETS it, feeling like something you love so much stole even more from you and resenting it and resenting yourself sometimes and being angry at the world and yourself all the time and they just vibe so hard. Tony often comments that he’s jealous, because all Peter has to do is send Bruce a meme and he gets like a real honest to god full body laugh. He can make the fucking hulk laugh in the middle of a fight. Peter unironically gets Bruce a #1 dad mug for Father’s Day, and May helps him make a #1 Hulk Dad hat for the hulk for Father’s Day too. Because reasons.

Pete, Bucky, Thor, Steve and Natasha play drinking games that Peter teaches them but they play them with asgardian alcohol so they all get absolutely fucking hammered and Peter plants one on thor and Bucky and then drunkenly stumbles away grumbling about kissing grandpa ex-hydra assassins and whining that he stopped kissing Thor in the first place. None of them comment the next morning but at Christmas Peter can’t seem to go around a corner in the tower without running into Thor and some mistletoe. And then he meets Jane and wants to die because he’s a huge fan of her work but also he didn’t realize they were dating and “oh my god, I’ve been kissing the boyfriend of one of the greatest minds of our generation, I’m a terrible person” and Tony and Bruce are like “excuse me??!”

#marvel for ts //#guys I’m heartbroken we all deserve this MCU #I just love the idea of Peter commentating as he fights and he’s just very liberal with the word fuck #‘FUCK YOU ASSHOLE’ ‘aw fuck I meant to blow your arm off not just hurt you - here let me just -‘#your honor we were ROBBED #retcon the whole thing time to start over sorry tom #personal

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red-daddy-riot · 4 years

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I’m The One - Kaminari Denki

Overview: After seeing the viral “I’m The One” trend on TikTok, Kaminari is inspired to rope his girlfriend into replicating it with him. Of course the rest of the class had to bear witness to his shenanigans too.

Pairing: Kaminari x herocourse!reader

Warnings: slight suggestive content at the beginning

Song: Famous (I’m The One) by Mozzy and IAMSU

Author’s note: Yayyyy we’ve got a one shot for our beloved Pikachu, Kaminari! This fic is so much shorter than the others, but I was inspired to write this crackhead piece by a TikTok that appeared on my FYP. A creator named @mariavalarts drew a scenario similar to this with Kaminari and Jirou doing the challenge, which made me laugh so much. Go check out her page if you are both on TikTok and a BNHA fan, because her art and videos are both cute and hilarious. I hope you all enjoy!

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“You have got to be kidding me.”

Denki only continued to look at you from his perch on the couch arm, palms clasped together in front of him in prayer as he batted his eyes at you.

“Pleeeeease babe! I’ll literally never ask for anything ever again.” He whined.

“You and I both know that’s bullshit, you needy brat”. You huffed, looking at Yaoyorozu who had heard the whole conversation from her place on the floor with her notebook, and who was currently trying to stifle her laughter into her hand. “Yaomomo! Stop laughing!”

Kaminari had recently become obsessed with TikTok, spending hours of free time scrolling through videos from different content creators, ranging from meme videos, fancams, and his most recent obsession - the dance trends. His own TikToks were mostly clips he’d posted of his friends doing ridiculous things at U.A., such as Bakugou working himself up into a frothing rage, or getting the Bakusuqad to participate in the “Jojo Pose” challenge as characters from their favourite anime. However, for his next endeavour in his pursuit to go viral and become TikTok famous, he had turned his sights onto you.

More specifically, to beg you to take part in the “I’m The One” dance challenge with him.

Needless to say, you weren’t having a bar of it. At least, not unless there was something in it for you.

You looked back down at your yellow-haired boyfriend who had resorted to bigger tactics in order to convince you to change your mind. He had slid down the couch to kneel at your feet, lips formed into a pout and looking at you through what he thought was adorable puppy dog eyes. “Please baby. It would make me so happy! And I’ll buy you your favourite snacks next time we go into town!”

You hesitated, feeling your resolve weakening at his offer. Regardless, you tried to stay strong. “I’m not convinced.” You said with a smirk.

That was when he pulled out the big guns. Smiling innocently, he leaned forward, placing his palms on your knees before ever-so-slowly sliding them up to your thighs. Just as he reached the hem of your skirt he paused, smiling innocently. “I’ll give you a massage every night for a week.”

Damn it. He knew how to play to your weaknesses. Why on Earth he was this desperate to get dressed up in your school uniform skirt and dance on camera was beyond you. Maybe his electricity really had fried his brain.

“Fine! I’ll make your video with you.” You sighed, trying not to show how much the thought of one of his godly back massages made you excited.

“TikTok, babe! It’s a TikTok, not a video.” Kaminari cried, exasperated at your ignorance.

Facade crumbling you laughed, pulling him up from his knees towards you, leaning up to give him a peck. “You look so cute when you beg, Sparky” you said, hands twining into his fluffy hair as you pulled him down onto the couch.

Momo’s eyes widened and she stood up abruptly. “Andddd that’s my cue to leave” she tossed out over her shoulder, gathering her things and striding towards the dorm room elevator. She paused and winked, laughter still evident in her voice as an idea occurred to her. “Maybe the rest of the class would like to watch this legendary moment” She exclaimed, rushing out of the room towards the location of the dorm rooms.

“Momo! NO-“

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That’s how you ended up here in the common room of the Heights Alliance building, surrounded by the majority of class 2-A as they waited to witness Kaminari make an absolute spectacle of himself. Admittedly that was nothing new, but this time he was determinedly forthcoming about it. You stood in front of the TV unit where Denki had his phone set up to record, dressed from head to toe in his school uniform. You had mimicked him to perfection, red tie neatly done up around your neck and blazer undone, pants slightly crumpled and wearing his scruffy black sneakers that were way too big for your feet.

The rest of the class were crowded off to the side, as close as they could be to the action without making it into the frame of the camera. Kirishima had his phone out, ready to immortalise the moment forever on his camera roll, while the rest of the class were lounging around prepared to be entertained. Even Bakugou was present, leaning over the back of the couch with a smirk on his lips, getting ready to witness Dunceface make an absolute fool of himself. On purpose as well. Todoroki however, just looked confused. He didnt really grasp the whole concept of TikTok in general, and especially not the type of ridiculous challenge you two were trying to emanate. Only Mina was absent, currently upstairs in her dorm room with Kaminari, getting him dressed in your own school uniform and primping him with make up and accessories to look just like you.

Suddenly, the elevator ‘dinged’, announcing the arrival of Mina and Kaminari from upstairs. The class looked eagerly to the hallway as Mina stumbled into view, clutching her stomach with tears rolling down her face from laughter.

“Oh my god oh my god. He looks SO GOOD!” She shrieked with joy. The giddiness felt by everyone present intensified as they waited for Kaminari to make his entrance. Your own face cracked into a wide grin, ready to see what your boyfriend looked like in your clothes. Kirishima instantly raised his camera, ready to capture Denki’s grand entrance.

“Ohhhhh honeyyyyyy” came Kaminari’s voice, taking on a high-pitched feminine tone as he finally strutted into view of everyone present. Instantly your jaw dropped to the floor as you registered his appearance.

You had no idea how in the hell Denki had managed to squeeze his whole frame into your shirt and skirt, but by god he did it. His legs were on full display, the hem of your tiny green uniform skirt just barely hitting his thighs. You swore you could see the hem of his boxer briefs as he twirled and sashayed around blowing kisses. Your blouse strained against his shoulders and unfortunately lacked the length to completely cover his lanky torso, resulting in a crop-top esqe ensemble that left little to the imagination. Your disbelieving gaze traveled down to his legs, where a pair of dark school socks were pulled up to his knees, along with a pair of shoes that couldn’t possibly be yours. Your feet were way too small for your boyfriend to wear your shoes comfortably. Mina had topped off the look by scraping his electric yellow hair into a decent replication of your signature ponytail (albeit lacking the length), and by applying blush to his cheeks, high shine lipgloss to his lips that were jutted out into a pout, and exaggerated false lashes to his eyes.

At the sight of the now very feminine Kaminari the whole class lost it. Kirishima and Sero cackled hysterically, with Kirishima hanging onto the couch for support, phone shaking unsteadily in his hand, whilst Sero slowly sank to the floor, banging his fist on the floorboards as tears of joy leaked from his eyes.

Ochaco’s hands had come up to cover her mouth in shock, eyes wide and cheeks very pink, while the floating ensemble of clothes that was Hagakure convulsed uncontrollably in the air as evidence of her hysterics.

From his place next to Uraraka, Izuku laughed out loud, eyes scrunched up tight in glee and unable to control his giggles at the spectacle that was his classmate.

Even Bakugou, who rarely displayed any facial expression that wasn’t a scowl had quirked his mouth into a grin before barking out harsh laughter at the sight of his friend dressed as a girl.

As the class exploded into laughter at the sight of Kaminari, he strutted his way over to you, mischievous grin fixed in place. Upon catching sight of your wide eyes and the hand over your mouth, his entire face lit up and he practically radiated glee.

“How do I look baby girl?” He questioned, coming to a stop in front of you and cocking his hip out to the side in a sassy pose. One hand came in front of his mouth as he leaned forward and blew you a kiss, whilst the other hand settled on the hip of his not-at-all-PG-rated school skirt.

Kaminari winked. “Don’t I look sexy?”

You blinked at him once, twice, before bursting out into laugher along with the rest of the class. Giggling hard, you abandoned your surprise and opted to wrap your arms around his neck before pulling him in close. “So sexy Pikachu. You look just like me.”

Smirking down at you, Denki planted a kiss on your cheek before pulling back. “Well you’re always sexy my love.”

Blushing heavily, you fiddled with his tie around your neck before Kirishima called out to you both, causing you to face your hysterical classmates.

“Smile you two!” Kirishima said, raising his phone and framing your figures perfectly in the frame. The rest of the class followed suit, determined to capture a picture of the moment before you made your TikTok debut. No doubt such pictures would later be featured on various Instagram and Snapchat stories.

“All right!” Denki exclaimed, rubbing his hands together mischeviously. “Let’s get this show on the road baby.”

The rest of 2A filtered out from behind the couch, taking their place off to the side of the room as you stood on your own in front of the phone ready to record. Pressing start, the iconic lyrics of ‘Famous’ filled the room as you started lip synching, pulling off some masculine moves and flipping up the collar of Denki’s shirt arrogantly. You then gestured smugly to your wrist, mimicking the showing of a watch before pointing behind you, swaggering out of the frame as Denki came strutting into view. Executing a twirl before ruffling his hands through his hair seductively, he bent down low, running his hands down his legs before straightening up, forming his fingers into a gun shape before pointing them at the camera and blowing a kiss on the word “guns”.

As the sound cut out you stopped the camera, smiling triumphantly as Denki started laughing. You laughed back, listening to the clamour of your rowdy classmates giggling at your success. Denki rushed forward, scooping you up and giving you a quick twirl before setting you back on your feet.

“Thanks for doing this with me baby”. He said, lacing his hands with yours as he smiled brightly.

You looked back up at him, even taller in his borrowed shoes. “Happy to help babe. It’s worth it to see you smile, Sparky.” You laughed.

Denki stepped back, beaming wide and bouncing excitedly. “Now we have to upload it! We‘ll go viral for sure now that I’ve got my super hot girlfriend in one of my TikToks!”

“Denki!”

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greyciees · 4 years

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3110 Spinarak Mansion Part Two

So this is the spooky story collaboration between @lily-pad-ton , @melanie-melody , @smol-hibiscus , and @dantelionwishes

The second part of the story was written by me and the AMAZING cover art was made by @you-may-call-me-meme Part One

The lights flickered back to life, and for the first few moments everyone stood still. The fouyer, which had formerly been in chaos, was now completely fixed. The broken glass across the floor was gone like it had never even shattered. The calm was broken quickly, as it was hard to miss their group was now short of two members.

“Where’s Pon?” Daddy spoke up.

“Melanie’s gone too!” Frostine gasped.

They looked around but the two trainers were nowhere to be seen, leaving no trace and no way of telling which way they could have gone.

“What the heck is going on in there!?” Marie yelled through the door, muffled by the hard wood as she yanked back at it. The other tried as well, but the door was stuck so tight they couldn’t even see the lights from the outside word.

“Someone took them!” Frostine yelled back to Marie. “The doors won’t budge!”

“I’m going to look for another way in!”

Marie called back, and before anyone could say anything else her voice was gone from the other side of the doors.

“I knew this place was haunted!” Frostine gasped, still jumpy as she pressed her back against the wall.

Freya seemed to get worse at the mention of the haunting. She looked around the hall in a panicked state. “What’s doing this? Where are the others?”

“Well they can’t have gone far.” Jay said, still calm as she spoke up to the others. “We don’t know what’s doing this, we just have to find the others and get out of here.”

The group turned to look ahead, the two hallways ahead of them holding nothing but darkness and cold wind that seemed to come from every direction, old candles seemed to flicker like they were somehow living, but despite their flame the darkness still was looming and unwavering, the silence deafening on its own. One of the hallways seemed to stay downstairs, while the other contained a large staircase.

“Well...which way do we go?” Freya asked, looking to the other three.

Jay seemed to think to herself for a second, and pointed to the left hallway. “Frostine and Daddy, you two look for Melanie. Freya and I will go this way and look for Pon.”

“We’re splitting up?” Daddy asked.

“We need to find them both, who knows how long it would take.” Jay shrugged her response, already starting to walk ahead into the darkness.

“Then we can get out of here.”

•••

When the lights flickered on for Melanie, she realized in a short moment that this was not where she had been before. The room was dark, and small. Inside there seemed to be nothing but an old bed and dresser, all covered in thick layers of dust, but pristine and untouched, each throw pillow still in order.

“Guys?” Melanie said cautiously, slowly craning her head- the empty room staring back at her. “Guys! Where are you?!” She said louder this time, but her voice echoed back and left her in silence.

Melanie went to the doors, immediately grabbing the handle and pulling harshly. The locked door creaked, and she started to pull it harder, banging her hand against the door and calling aimlessly for the others. She hissed a short breath of anger, spinning on her heels to look for some other form of escape.

There were no windows, and everything in the room looked like it had to be decades old. Every now and then the candles seemed to flicker, casting her shadow against the wall like its own sentient being, following behind her in the twisted shape of herself.

She inspected the dresser, ripping the doors open and finding nothing but tattered cloth and more dust. As she walked, she realized that she felt the unmistakable feeling of being watched. She turned, her hair standing in end as she saw the large oil painting hanging against the wall.

The painting stared back at her, and she realized to her horror that she recognized the face in the frame.

•••

Pon was awoken to the smell of old books and rotting wood. She was resting in an old armchair, in front of a desk that was covered in a thick layer of dust. She stood up in an instant, her memories rushing back as she looked around and tried to assess how long she had been out, and where the others were.

“Hello?” She called with a short breath, craning her head in every direction but seeing nothing but shelves upon shelves of old books so dusty she couldn’t make out a single cover.

Pon started to walk, but as the winding maze of shelves continued she couldn’t spot a single door or window. With growing urgency she started to walk faster, but every way she went seemed to land herself at another dead end.

“Hello!?” She called again, her voice echoing in the room, nothing but the books and the creaking of the wood to remind her where she was.

Pon turned another corner, and a cold chill started to fill the air. As she paused, her body feeling suddenly rigid as a new sort of feeling entered the halls around her. Someone was there. She could see the outline of a figure standing among the books. They barely looked human, like a person made up of fog she couldn’t make out a single feature.

She knew, without a doubt that this was in no way one of her friends. Pon took a small step back and the dark creature mimicked her, stalking closer in the low light. She knew she had to get away from it, but with every small movement she made the dark figure made the same.

Pon turned on her heel, taking in a short breath as she started to run.

•••

“This can’t be the right way.” Frostine murmured as she followed behind the other white haired boy. Daddy turned another hallway, stopping as they ended up at another dead end. He paused for a second, his mouth opened.

“Yup- it's this way. This time I’m sure of it.” He said, and turned around to walk the other way.

They walked for another long while before Daddy turned the corner, and they found themselves at a large set of doors, lined with old metal designs and large handles that loomed above both of the trainers.

“See! Look this has to be something!” Daddy said, grabbing the handles and starting to pull.

“It doesn’t look very...safe….” Frostines brows knit together, looking more worried as the doors finally swung open.

The room was surprisingly warmer than the rest of the hallway, inside a large dark table stretched across the length of the room, with plates and silverware still set up. Daddy walked inside with a short breath of wonder, looking up at the high sealing and the odd chandelier that hung from it.

They looked around the room, which was clearly left abandoned like the rest of the mansion. They called a few times for Melanie, getting no answer as they walked around the table. Neither one of them noticed when the lock clicked on the door.

Frostine stopped suddenly, gasping and grabbing hold of the back of Daddy’s cape.

“Wait- Wait look!” She whispered quietly, pointing a shaky singer to the table.

Daddy looked over, and on the table there was what looked to be a tea set, with two pristine cups on either side, filled to the brim with tea. Unlike the rest of the table, they were untouched by dust.

“What? it’s just tea.” Daddy said, walking across the table and pulling back a chair, leaning closer to examine the antique.

“B-but it’s hot! That means someone was here!” Frostine followed behind him, careful not to get too close to it.

Daddy picked up the cup, lifting it into the light and twirling the tea round inside. “It’s just Tea.” He repeated, turning to look at her. “See, look.” And with that, he put it to his lips and took a sip.

•••

Jay held the railing with one hand, and Freya's hand with the other. The room was in complete darkness, and despite the small glow coming from her costume, neither one of the girls could see a thing.

“I think there’s a step here!” Jay said back to Freya, who followed close behind as they tried to feel their way around to some sort of door.

The floor creaked, and Freya let out an audible gasp. “What was that? I hear something!”

Jay scoffed and took another step. “It’s just the floor! This house must be like a million years old.”

They walked in slow steps, hands pressed closer to the walls, sliding across the rotting wallpaper. The house creaked like a response, until Jay said her hand upwards and finally it came into contact with something metal and solid.

“I think there’s a door here.” Jay said, her hand latching onto the handle. She yanked it around until something clicked, and she pulled it open. Both of them filed inside before they knew what was on the other side of the door, eager to find some sort of light source.

Jay let go of Freya's hand, feeling around in the darkness. She could feel something soft and plush, but she couldn’t tell what it was. Freya followed suit, taking a short step into the room and finding a table, her hands desperately slid across it, bumping into something metal. She grabbed it, and realized to her happiness that it was a flashlight.

“I’ve got something!” Freya called out to Jay, picking up the flashlight as Jay continued to feel the mounds of mismatched cloth.

Freya fiddled with the light, hitting it against her hand a few times. In an instant it flicked to life, pointing a sudden sharp beam directly at Jay just as the door slammed suddenly.

Freya screamed, and Jay saw that she was face to face with the decaying class eyes of a broken porcelain doll, and that all around them- on every inch of the wall there was hundreds of them.

•••

Marie jammed her sword into the boarded up window, yanking and succeeding nothing just like the other doors. She cursed under her breath, stepping back to plant a firm kick against the wood, still nothing seemed to move at all.

She knew the party was a bad idea, but she was the only one with the common sense to not go inside. Angrily she kept walking around the large mansion, which seemed to have a layout built to confuse anyone trying to get in. Each window seemed more sealed shut than the last, and the forest around her seemed to be so thick she could barely see anything through it.

Marie stopped, seeing what looked to be another door. As she tried and failed to open it, she felt a drop of water land on her forehead.

Just as she felt the first drop of rain, it started to pour. She sighed, wiping the rain from her face. She looked up again, trying to get a better look at the roof.

She saw a balcony first, with a glass door high up above her. Finally, a way inside. She looked around. Now she just needed to find a way up, she hoped she wouldn't be too late.

#pokemon swsh #pokemon Halloween #Halloween story #THIS WAS FUN TO WRITE IM SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG ASDFGHJKL

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eat-worms · 4 years

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Sanders Sides AU where Thomas is a Robot the sides are building.

🤖=🤖=🤖=🤖=🤖=🤖=🤖

Plot: A bunch of 𝑔𝒶𝓎 scientists have to begrudgingly work together on building their robot son.

Patton- Was originally the bubbly receptionist for the lab, but after a few run ins and or shenanigans Janus realizes that Patton is really good with people and is the perfect test subject and consultant for Thomas's emotion replication abilities. So he officially hires him. (cant do tech stuff at all. cant even "hang out" with Thomas without something breaking)

Logan- The one building the robot parts of Thomas. Gets fed up with the other's antics but couldn't do it without them :)

Roman- Engineering. Designs the stuff on paper and in little prototypes. wants to constantly make Thomas "cooler" and adds in random things in the designs like a soda dispenser and Logan is tired™

Remus- Testing. Makes Thomas do stupid stuff and films it and Logan is like "how did you get a degree of science you buffoon??" and Roman just cackles and it inspires him to add more ridiculous and obscure things to Thomas for Remus to test.

Virgil- Techie that programs Thomas and also helps Logan build but mainly works on the safety aspect and fixing stuff after Remus tests. He also loves the wacky tests but if ANYTHING happens to Thomas u will pay. He adds protections and warnings in his comments/notes like "do not. under ANY circumstances. put Thomas within a 5 foot radius of a spider." just to confuse and annoy Logan (he may also be half serious) and Logan doesn't know what to do with any of it.

Janus- Director of the psychological studies for Thomas. He is very well versed in the ethics of the field they are working in and wont hesitate to debate you. He mainly focuses on trying to make Thomas act like a person even though hes a Robot and alongside Roman helps translate that into something that can be built. Hes also kind of the leader, along with Logan.

Moments:

Logan: This is test number three-five-o-two at 3:25 PM EST on July 3rd 2020 to evaluate-

Virgil: Logan, why is Thomas talking to the stove?

Logan: Wh-

Roman: Aw come on! Look at how stupid he looks talking to the kitchen appliances Logan, you made him stupid.

Logan: I dID NOT make him STUPID YOU-

*Janus later has to end the kerfuffle after he walks in on Logan, on top of Roman, holding a soldering iron to Roman's throat*

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*Thomas is booting up but it's taking a while*

Roman: Tom

Patton: Tomathy

Roman: Tommy Salami

Patton: Tomalama ding-dong

Roman: Thomas the DANK engine

Logan: ...

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Logan: I know him better than anyone because I know how he works so-

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Logan does the know exact time thing but says it at the same time as Thomas when someone asks what the time is.

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Virgil will talk to Thomas like hes a person and Logan is confused by this but Virgil uses the excuse that hes supposed to seem like a human so why not talk to him ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. Virgil also kinda vents to him but uh big ouch a lot of it gets recorded onto Thomas and that gets turned into either hyjinx and or angst later.

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Patton also talks to Thomas like a person but more like "Yes look and my robot son he is so smart I love him" and he also teaches him puns. The puns get out of hand at some point and Thomas has got it in his neural network that puns are The Exact Right Thing To Say in Any social interaction but they start becoming really obscure because Thomas has access to a lot of information, and he hasn't quite nailed getting puns in context, so one time he makes a pun that is really sciencey and vaguely connected to the conversation so only Logan gets it,,,,, but he finds it hilarious and it's the only pun Logan will admit to laughing at.

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Virgil has that programmer relationship with Thomas. So smthn just wont run correctly and Virgil is like "YOU IDIOT! I'm going to prohibit your mimicking human breathing function if you keep this up!!!" "A SINGLE SEMI COLON ARE YOU SERIOUS?!?! Why is it ALWAYS dumb s̶h̶i̶t̶ like that with you Thomas?!" "I have a million copies saved of his program because if anything happens to him I will actually combust." He also has incomprehensible names for variables and functions and stuff and some of them are memes and vine references. Logan has had to learn a bunch of modern slang just vaguely understand what's happening in the code.

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Jan is always recommending certain things to Roman to make Thomas more realistic but sometimes they are obscure because "people and psychology are just weird" so Roman adds them in (or tries) but sometimes Janus just makes it up and watches everyone struggle meeting his request for entertainment. like, "Mhm, ok, fantastic work this week, truly, just show-stopping. However, comma, He just... doesn’t fix his hair enough... You'd be surprised the amount of times the average Male adult fixes his hair in a single social interaction. So....make him do it more." (That request never ended up getting changed back after it got implemented...)

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Remus is always adding things to the list of "things he needs to test with" and Pat at reception starts to get concerned with the 3rd bulk shipment of deodorant that came through. Remus actually uses funds to restock the fridge and snack cabinet a lot along with Roman occasionally.

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Pat is always scolding the others (mainly Remus and Virgil) for swearing or saying mean things too or around Thomas because he "wants to raise him right" and doesn't want him to "learn bad manners". He also may or may not be low-key emotionally attached to Thomas and wants to believe he actually feels things. Janus is simultaneously amused and frustrated with this but he let's it slide because "I guess that means that Thomas is effective...despite the fact that Patton is naive, it's still promising."

(Patton isn't actually naive, just because he wants to treat Thomas like a human doesn't mean he thinks he is. Patton really does it because then the others can be proud of their hard work and can actually see Thomas functioning with a person outside of a controlled environment.)

Yeah so that's what I got so far! I kinda wanna add more to this so if ya like the idea interact with this post n I'll maybe make an update. I don’t have a plot in mind for this other than like, Patton being added to the group. I just think the idea is cute and works well with the dynamics already set up in Sanders Sides.

Also, Disclaimer, I haven't had any experience in Robotics LOL so this could all be actual gibberish. I have done Computer Science and programming tho so I vaguely understand that side of it. But the engineering and actual possibility of making a human-like Robot I have no clue about.

Oh! If you know anything about these topics or maybe just like this au idea and want to add on FEEL FREE TO SHARE! :D I would LOVE to see what people have to add!

See yah~💖🤖💖~

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igotyoukth · 5 years

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Presents. Hyung Line.

Masterlist.

Seokjin

“This is so embarrassing. Alexa, play Embarrassed by BTS,” rang through your mind. Recreating Alexa memes in your head was the least of your problems, in front of the situation you were facing.

Jin had announced that he finally managed to buy one of the action figures, he was after for a while. And now he explained you on the phone, how hard it had been to get it using all of his connections. Listening to his side of the story, everything was fine. More than that, you should be happy for him, he sounded so euphoric.

The only problem was, that you called him to say, that you managed to get the same exact figure as well. Not the fancy way though. You had followed every auction side on the internet, keeping an eye on them, in case someone had the figure you had in mind. And miraculously at the beginning of this week, it had appeared. And so you bid over the piece and won. Or maybe lost, your account was missing a big sum now. It was second hand, but Jin wouldn’t mind, you had thought. All he would use it for was staring at it for a while and wait for it to cover in dust.

“Babe, are you not happy? Don’t repeat your ‘Action figures are useless’ thing again, I’m too happy for that,” Jin said, after you didn't respond to him.

“No, Jin. It’s great news, re-really,” you stuttered, still unsure of what to do.

“But it’s a bummer, that I got just one, you know,” Jin added with a little less excited voice.

“Why? I always tell you not to be greedy, one piece of useless plastic on your shelf is enough, isn’t it?” No matter how confused you were, you couldn’t give up on ranting on him.

“Miss Problematic, I’m thinking about my best friend Namjoons, who happens to miss that one piece in his collection,” he mimicked your annoyed high pitched voice. But you weren’t annoyed anymore. You were blissed. The hundreds of dollars you spent weren’t for the cat, like your one weird German friend always said.

“What will you do, if I solve that problem for you?”

“We did talk about marriage, you are the one opposing it, I’m free this weekend.” Sometimes you regretted joking around him.

“Just make sure you have enough signed albums for me to bribe my colleges, I’ll be fine,” you changed the subject, and explained how you wanted to surprise him with your purchase, but failed, but also not. So he would gift his figure to Namjoon, and gladly accept your gift.

Yoongi

If buying sleep was possible, you would’ve been the first person to do it for him. Or maybe second, because Yoongi would possibly be the first one to do so. He was richer than you after all. Anyways, there was nothing that this boy wished for, as he either didn’t need anything, or was already in possession of it. It didn’t help, that he was quite minimalistic and practical in his way of living. He did smile and shine, when you gifted him decoration and couple items, but now he threatened you with buying you even more useless things in return, like items shown in those tiktok videos. So you were cautious.

“Don’t buy anything,” Yoongi interrupted your whining.

“Because my existence alone is enough right?,” you asked and pretended to vomit on him. He didn’t even react to it.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” this earned him a kick against the shin,”we don’t need to gift each other anymore.” “Whoa, just be honest and confess you are tired of me already,” you acted as if you were hurt by his words. You weren’t. But acting crazy made him react to you sometimes.

“I got an idea, how about you stop acting crazy? Great gift! For like a week or so?” Like you hoped, he entirely turned into your direction and tried to act all serious.

“So you can get bored even more? No I can’t risk that.” You sticked out your tongue. Only Yoongi could sit there and try to analyze your behavior like this. He didn’t label you as just plainly crazy, but tried to understand why you did this. After a long staring contest, he finally clapped his hands and turned back to the notebook in front of him.

“You already have a present, that’s why you are so bratty,” he said calmly.

“Is it because you’re a pisces? How do you always know, I don’t like that.” “Bring out the gift, so you can relax.” And with huffing and puffing you stood up and walked to your bag. Like he guessed, you already had his gift, you just wanted to annoy him a bit.Even though it never worked the way you hoped.

“Here,” you said and put the package under his nose.

“My girl is so mindful, how did you know I ran out of it?,” he asked, picking up his favorite perfume out of the box.

“I’m not, you were beginning to stink, that’s it,” you lied.

“Thank you, then? And you are welcome, for not stinking anymore?,” he said a little unsure.

Hoseok

It was easy to make Hoseok gifts. Get into mall, look out for the most expensive store and find the most expensive thing. Easy for the brain, a little hard for the wallet. But it’s fine. You reduced situations for gifting each other down to birthdays. It was fine to spent hundreds once a year. That’s what you told yourself.

The other way around, Hoseok was struggling enormously. To be fair, he had the money, but the ideas were missing. There was no brand you liked (you cursed way too many times about those capitalists, which included Hoseok sometimes), and you looked like you had everything you needed. In Hoseok’s eyes, it was never wrong to have far more than what you needed, but he didn’t want to buy you things that would age in the corner of your room.

“Just buy her something she mentioned before,” Jimin suggested,”exchange lists of what you want or something.”

“Is that what you do with your girlfriend?,” Hoseok asked confused.

“Yea, so we both can be happy,” Jimin answered.

“But aren’t surprises more fun though?,” Seokjin added.

“Don’t start with that shit, Hyung. Not only did your girl get you something you bought for yourself, but you did the same thing for her as well,” Hoseok said, not sure why he was asking his members for advice.

“That’s called fate and love, we just know each other too well,” Jin rolled his eyes at Hoseok.

“I thought about make-up? Or clothes, she rarely has time to go shopping,” Hoseok voiced some of his ideas.

“Please, she will say ‘Am I not pretty, do you want me to change?’ if you turn up with those things,” Yoongi said.

“Hyung, sorry but you are the only one dating a psycho,” Hoseok said.

“But Yoongi is right though, make-up and clothes are risky, one for her reaction but also you can’t match her taste 100% with those things,” Jin argued.

“Ah! I’ll gift a coupon, a shopping spree with me and I’m buying everything! What about that?,” Hoseok asked his members enthusiasticly.

“It’s pretty close to my idea, so I like it!,” Jimin said, and the others agreed as well.

Namjoon

Namjoon had animals, stars, parts of the moon, trees, hell even whole forests dedicated to him. So maybe some of the oxygen you breathed was his. How could you top that? How could you find better gifts for his birthday, when that boy literally owned parts of the universe? Of course, he had things he was passionate about, things he collected and bought. You couldn’t buy him a whole museum, neither a collector’s piece nor real paintings. But you hoped, that maybe if you created something, maybe he would love it like art on display.

So operation ‘Learn how to get into pottery and create an acceptable tea pot’ began two weeks before your anniversary. Not that Namjoon was a tea person, but he was a person with baby shoes in his studio. That boy only cared for aesthetics.

And you learned how to be patient with your untalented hands, started growing muscles, and finally created the most asymmetrical tea pot the world had seen. The artsy type of asymmetrical though. And it definitely had character, you like the plain design, and the gold accents you had added to cover up some uneven parts.

“Babe, this is gorgeous!,” Namjoon said, confirming that you did choose well.

“I’m happy you like it,” you responded, overly confident with how the pot turned out.

“I didn’t know you could do something like this, babe. It will look great in the studio.”

“How did you know I made it?,” you asked Namjoon, clearly with less confidence than earlier. Because you had thought about selling it as an artist piece, like that’s how pleased you were with the tea pot.

Noticing the shift in your mood, Namjoon was confused.

“Is it ugly?,” you asked, when he didn’t respond.

“I told you, it looks amazing! It’s missing-”

“It’s missing what?,” you interrupted.

“It’s missing a logo at the bottom, babe! Don’t be overdramatic!,” Namjoon laughed.

#bts #bangtan #bts imagines #bts fluff #bts reactions #rm #jin #namjoon #seokjin #hoseok #jhope #suga #yoongi #hyung #hyung line #bts reacts #bts scenarios

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captain-aralias · 4 years

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Hi, 1,7 and 22 from the fic asks please 💕💕💕

hooray! asks. these are some of the best ones too and it’s 11pm at night... basically, if you want to ask these questions again at the weekend, i will probably answer them better.

1. Describe your comfort zone—a typical you-fic.

fake relationship, possibly outside of the main ship (that penny/baz prompt today has my name on it. i almost wrote this exact fake relationship into ‘keep calm’ to get the two of them to the cottage, but i removed it because i JUST NEEDED TO GET TO THE PLOT).

in ‘carry on’, my comfort zone is - something about vampires and how sad baz feels about being a vampire, it’ll be about 10k, and will alternate between only the two main characters. at some point someone will point out that baz is rich and maybe he should feel bad about that too. maybe our heroes will have sex.

i’ve said before that i find writing smut hard. i also find it easy, despite that being a contradiction, because you know what the fic is about - it gives it an easy, safe arc, a beginning and an end. so that is helpful - the problem is having to write the actual shagging.

17. Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

i’m not a great prose stylist - i’m a writer of dialogue/i always wanted to be a playwright. i’m also pretty good at picking up an mimicking stylistic quirks. so you’ll see what i mean when i say, ‘carry on’ really plays to my strengths.

a few years earlier, i had a great time writing first-person fics in ‘blake’s 7′ fandom where there were basically none. it seemed incredibly frightening before i started (and i still never wrote blake first person, too scary), but actually i loved it.

if you like the things i write for baz, now, a lot of it is probably because i wrote this kind of thing for avon first:

I realised belatedly that Blake had asked this because the hand I'd left on the back of the sofa hadn't stayed where I'd left it. It had crept upwards, and twisted itself into Blake's hair. I must have been toying with his curls. He was right – I must be very drunk. More than I realised. I have no idea how long my hand had been there. I began to draw it back, but Blake seemed to follow it, though I were tugging him towards me, rather than releasing him. By the time my hand had returned to my lap, Blake was most of the way onto my side of the sofa. I opened my mouth to protest, and found myself pushed back by Blake's body as he kissed me. Blake kissed me. Blake kissed me.

I have no idea why he thought this would be welcome, or even whether he’d thought that far ahead. Until that point I had no idea he was attracted to me, or even that he was attracted to men. I am not attracted to men, and I'm certainly not attracted to Blake. He— That is— Well, I can see why some people – some women – might be attracted to him, but it's an objective observation. I can see why women might be attracted to me, and I'm not attracted to myself. Most of the time I don't even like myself. Most of the time I don't like Blake. I certainly don't like him – it's nothing personal. No, it is personal – the regular dislike is, the dislike formed around the fact that a dangerous maniac who endangers my life on a constant basis – but my disinterest in him sexually is not personal. I'd just never thought of him in that light before. Why would I?

So I have no idea why I kissed him back, clutching at his hair with the hands I'd only just managed to remove from his curls earlier.

- Roj Blake and Other Phobias (2015)

a lot of what i wrote for avon is unreliable narrator but very VERY obviously unreliable, so the audience is very in on the joke that he’s kidding himself. for thousands of words. (in this, he is not like baz, who at least knows himself.) this was really good fun, and i think it’s fun to read. i think this kiss is quite sexy (i cut it before we got to that part, but it is) and i also like... even though it’s a cheap device... that i played on quite a famous line for this pairing - have you betrayed me? have you betrayed me? both obviously at the end of the first paragraph, but at other points throughout the bit i quoted where avon tries to clean up after himself even inside his own head by (here) emphasising different bits of the sentence. or correcting himself to make sure he is completely understood...

and obviously he is completely lying.

22. Choose a passage from one of your earlier fics and edit it into your current writing style.

this is my favourite question from the meme. i don’t think i’ll do it justice.

i thought i’d go really early - because all the Blake stuff is still pretty much as i would write it (if not better).

this is one of the last Harry Potter fics i ever wrote: Enslaving Fireflies (2005).

May the first, 1972. “I’m not having any fun,” Peter said for the fifth time, lunging dangerously at another firefly that hovered five feet about his head and almost falling to his death. “Go inside then,” Sirius pointed out mercilessly, as he had done every time Peter had suggested that standing on a roof in the early hours of the morning trying to catch glowing insects was not quite as thrilling as James had made it seem inside the common room an hour ago. Peter scowled in his general direction, but stayed where he was. Sirius smirked and Remus rolled his eyes: after almost a year he, at least, had learnt that it was unwise to let Sirius know he’d won, even if Sirius already suspected as much. There was five minutes of silence and then Peter spoke again. “How many of these things do we need to catch?” “A hundred and fifty,” James informed him for the third time. “Thirty for will, twenty-five for you, fifteen for go, twenty for out, thirty-five for with and fifteen for me and ten for a question mark.” Peter considered this. “And how many do we have?” Remus lifted up the large glass jar that they had ‘borrowed’ from the kitchen that morning and which now held the product of the last hour’s work. “Four,” he said, seriously, “and I think this one’s dead, so that’s three.” “Only another forty-nine hours to go,” James said happily waving his net enthusiastically in the general direction of some more fireflies, “which means, minus the time we have to be in lessons, we should just be in time for her birthday.” Remus put down the jar and set to work again. Another five minutes passed and then Peter said, “I’m really, really not having any fun.”

i dont know if everyone else also had this phase, but at this time (and i was in university by this time - first year, but still) i had this crazy perception about how paragraphing worked. informed, admittedly, by reading books where this does happen.

anyway - the first thing i would do to this would be to put line breaks in between the dialogue.

i chose potter because i thought it would be fun to edit it into first person, given the above/it’s connection with ‘Carry On’... i don’t know if that’s the case, though. er...

1st May 1972 REMUS

We’ve only been at Hogwarts a few months, but I’ve already learned a lot. Like what a bezor is. How to get to the Shrieking Shack without waking up any of my roommates. And that if James Potter says something will be ‘fun’, you should be prepared for both pain and suffering.

“I’m not having any fun,” Peter says for the fifth time as he lunges for another firefly. It’s not the first time that he’s said this and it probably won’t be the last.

“Go inside then,” Sirius says (also not for the first time).

When Peter doesn’t, Sirius grins me - because of course, he knew Peter wouldn’t leave. But another thing I’ve learned is not to tell Sirius he’s right, even though - of course - he already knows he is. The gloating can last for hours.

etc

#my content #carry on

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omuse · 4 years

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ask meme | past.

@sunkissies ᴀsᴋᴇᴅ — ❝ you could, but you just don’t want to. ❞ — kireum.

he never really yells, has always tried to be better- different from what he was subjected to when he was young. but- it’s too much. there’s the stress of being a fledgling, then the new threat that looms so near the corner. his cases are piling up, there are more expectations from him as a police officer and— it’s too much. so, when ahreum pushes him to reveal more about what he’s doing under wraps, he can’t hold back.

“so what! is that so wrong? can’t i keep anything to myself?” he exclaims, face red, one hand going up to his hair to pull at the strands, messing it up even more. it feels so long since he had a good night’s sleep, due to too many hours spent at work; cases are brought home, he has to drive to investigations at the middle of the night. and even with new, inhuman powers, he feels tired. his patience stretches thin, too thin to think calmly about what he’s saying.

“you can read my mind- can’t you — it hasn’t stopped you before. just- for this time- let me handle it!” it’s hard- to never be able to keep a secret, and while ahreum has been right about the fact he never should attempt to do so— for his sake and hers — he feels his thoughts are all over the place. “i just- i need some time. i have- i have too much in my head- and— the idea of you seeing all of that — i can’t —” he lets out, tone quieting down, one hand going up to run across his face. “well... perhaps i can- but i ‘just don’t want to’.”

it’s a quiet acceptance, mimicking the words she used against him. it’s not that simple, it has never been, and it hurts. and because kihwan knows that seeing ahreum’s reaction to his words will break his heart, he avoids her gaze, too cowardly to meet her eyes again. he moves to grab his jacket from the hanger, as well as his keys and turns to face the door. “i just — i need some time to sort my thoughts. we’ll- we’ll talk later.” with that, he leaves their house, and gets into his car.

#im... sorry for this #imma run #「 w╰ ahreum. 」#「 m╰ kihwan. 」#「 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨╰ paras. 」#「 𝗂𝗇 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖽𝖺𝗐𝗇𝗌╰ headcanons. 」

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fantroll-purgatory · 5 years

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Satici

(Image from? Wrigglersim? I ended up with this? And it’s 3am and I can’t stop laughing? So here’s a profile for this Spider Girl. This is 4000% a test of CD’s spriting abilities.)

God SA the fact that you’ve used this meme I constructed as the image submission is going to make me lose my mind. You’ve given this troll such a sad background but she’s also so funny.

Universe: Alternia (???)

Name: Satici

“Satici” comes from Salticidae, the Jumping Spider Family! I have decided that she’s a bouncy girl. A fun friend. I’m not giving her a last name because she doesn’t participate in society, so she doesn’t need a family name.

If you wanted to, you could have her pick her own last name for funsies later down the line. Like maybe she overhears some Jadeblood last name and thinks it’s pretty and is like Mine Now. You know how kids read books and then love to dramatically pose while calling themselves long lists of names? That but in a cave.

Age: Roughly 8 Sweeps (In game she died tragically at 8 sweeps trying to change the world. ;__;)

The greatest tragedy of our generation…

Theme/Story: In a very comic-book fashion, Satici was born with a mutation that “unlocked” primitive features in her genome, making her resemble a prehistoric echo of the modern Troll species. More specifically, she didn’t become bipedal and maintained much of the wriggler physiology. She’s spent her life hiding in the brooding caverns, stealing Limes and mutants before they’re culled and digging her own secret caverns where she will RAISE THEM and be their mother. Maybe. She thinks. I’m basing a tiiiiiiiny bit of her character off of the Rachni Queens from Mass Effect, but like, inept.

I love this concept. Go bug mutants. If trolls can experience mutations to unlock the forbidden ancient wings, why can’t they experience mutations to just be bugs? Hmm. I know you’re going to spider here so I won’t stray far from that vision, but I really do wonder if trolls are more like Cuckoo Bees or Brood Parasite Butterflies. Wigglers mimicking what the children of Mother Grubs WOULD’VE looked like. Either way, social parasites are often closely related to their hosts. So we’re looking at like a spider… grub… butterfly moth ant… thing…

Strife Specibus: Legkind

When you have this many, you learn to use what you got.

Fetch Modus: ????

She doesn’t have… hands? Would she be able to use a fetch modus?

You could go with a cocoon modus. Which is to say she literally just wraps things up in webs until she needs them later and then uses her teeth to pull them out. It’s not a modus so much as just her like. Doing that. But she can call it a modus if she felt like it.

Blood color: Lime

Limes “are resolute in their decisions; if they are going to do something, they do it.” And Satici absolutely fits that. Be an abomination? Raise your own subterranean society of genetic failures with the intent to eventually take over? Not really know where to go from there? Check, check, and check.

Symbol and meaning: Here we go!

CANNIUS, THE THEATRICAL

Trolltag: She doesn’t have one of these. Holler in the caves and you may hear her call back.

If you wanted, you could probably work her finding a discarded husktop. You gotta wonder what happens to peoples’ things when they get shipped off planet, right? What if some adult jades have to go and some of their stuff gets put out or set aside for later use. She could just slip in and…. yoink. Steal that cave wifi. Though I guess typing would be a problem with her leggies… Text to speech?

Special Abilities (if any): But what if it was Spider? Satici can climb on walls, dig through rock, and BOUNCE great distances due to her arachnid-like physiology.

If you’re trying to mildly base her off the Rachni Queens, maybe you could give her a little bit of an empathic hivemind? She latches onto her little babies and while she can’t read their minds or anything, she can FEEL when they’re scared or in danger. Momma to the rescue!!!

Lusus: One of the ways she thinks she’s going to be able to pull off her plan is that she didn’t have a lusus- so she can be the lusus-standin for these wrigglers! She has a lowkey aversion and fear of lusii, so she tries to stay out of their way.

That’s fair. Lusii are MEAN.

Interests: Cool rocks, Singing, Raising Wrigglers, Stealing information from unwary Jadebloods, Climbing up on rocks, dancing

I love the idea of her dancing and singing that’s so cute. ;_; May I also suggest that she like cool cave mushrooms and maybe, like, some form of art? Cavedrawing with chalk rocks? Weaving with silk? Writing inspirational messages in webs for her wrigglers like Charlotte’s Web?

Appearance: Due to being a gigantic ant-spider-troll monstrosity, Satici looks nothing like most trolls. She doesn’t really wear clothes, because where would she get them? She has a hard exoskeleton, a segmented body in bright lime, and a patch of exoskeleton that roughly resembles the ancient sign of Cannius in darker pigment below her head.

Personality: Satici is fun, wild, and free! Every day is an adventure, even at its most dire. She has that irrepressible spunk and spark of life that means when the chips are down, she’s going all in. She laughs a lot, sings silly tunes, and composes dance routines for her wrigglers. In a way, she’s very childlike, and she likes to think that makes her better at dealing with wrigglers.

I love her ;_; Keep that hope alive, angel.

Title: ??? of Hope

She’s a Hope player through and through. She’s got this dream of a bright new tomorrow and she’s going to make it a reality! Somehow. In a more meta-sense, saving wrigglers who would be culled increases the possibilities in the troll genetic pool (and subsequently their society), a classic Hope move.

I honestly think she may be a Maid of Hope, as obvious as that answer might sound. She is creating an option for people that never existed before, a new avenue, a new lease on existence. She creates a hopeful and optimistic aura where once there would have only been the certainty of death.

Dream Planet: Prospit

Big dreams and bigger ideals shine through in Satici. She doesn’t really know where she’s going with all this, and she’s very forthright and honest (even when subtly would do her good). Sometimes, you can’t hide that you’re a giant spider lady.

We love an honest spider queen

Design time!:

Dear god help me.

So here she is. I made her happier since she’s bubbly, gave her nubby fangs. I shortened her horns since we don’t know if limes are the big horn or rounded horn types for certain. She wouldn’t have makeup in the caverns, so I made her lashes and lips black.

I made her hair a little wilder to account for the fact that she lives in a cave and put the symbol on her back, because that feels like More Realistic Spider Patterning than it being on the center of her chest. She’s... surviving and I love her.

Thank you for submitting!

-CD

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pikakehimesama · 6 years

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We Don’t Talk Anymore

So this was supposed to be posted on my birthday, but life got in the way. Oops. Jungkook x You Oneshot (College AU! FWB AU!)

[Rated M for Adult language and implied sex]

Jungkook can’t talk to girls, that’s a known fact by everyone. However, you, someone who’s a part of the female species, is the only he can talk to.However one problem, you know the main reason why he cannot talk to girls, and truth be told, you wish he stopped talking to you. written bc I think it’s utter b.s that Jungkook can’t talk to girls LOL

Word count: 8,000~ Warning: crude language, implied sex.

“Hey girlie!” Hoseok swings an arm around your neck when he sees you walking in the hallway. You roll your eyes and playfully shove his arm off and turn to face him. Hoseok is standing in front of you with his hands casually on his hip, his dark wash jeans hugging his legs nicely and his white with black sleeve baseball tee framing his toned upper body.

“What do you want?” You sigh and put your two hands on your hips, mimicking his pose.

“So there’s this party this Friday, wanna go? It’s not going to be that wild. Plus, we don’t have school that day.” his playful smile tells you there’s more to this innocent party than what he portrays to you.

“Probably, why? Are the rest of the boys going?” You inquire and Hoseok just responds with a nonchalant shrug.

“I assume so,” he says and starts walking off, with you falling in step with him. Hoseok and you share the same classes so naturally he’s always there to see you first thing in the morning. “Think Jungkook was going too, he was trying work up the courage to talk to that girl. You know the one he always freezes up in front of?”

“In his defense, he freezes when he sees any girl he’s down to fuck.” You sigh as you roll your eyes.

Jungkook, also known as the school, no, city-wide playboy, also known for his capability of not being able to talk to anyone he would like to get with.

“Yeah, you’re right. Honestly, I have no idea how he does it.” Hoseok lets out a laugh knowing you were right.

“Well, I’ll think about going, Hoseok. Just to watch Jungkook fall helplessly to his stuttering, yet still get that girl to fuck him.” You answer, as you both enter class.

Jungkook was one of your best friends, well you were friends with all of the popular kids at your school. It did help you were popular too, captain of the cheer squad. Not that impressive as many would assume your personality was peppy and that typical stereotype of cheerleaders, but nope. You were stone cold, you hated girly stuff, you would rather swig a beer (or vodka 99% of the time) and play video games in someone’s basement than go to a nice brunch.

Jungkook was probably the one you were closest with out of all the popular boys at your school. Hoseok was the second closest to you, mostly for both of your strong capability of taking in alcohol.

Everyone else, you were friends with, but not as close.

The teacher droned on and on, as you watched Hoseok blatantly ignore the teacher, he already knows he can just copy off your notes later.

You were a decently smart student, maintaining mostly A’s, a couple of B’s here and there. Most of your friends just copied off your notes, knowing you had clean notes, and could help them pass, just like what Hoseok was doing.

You know Hoseok was just talking in the group chat, that also included you. He would show you a couple of messages here and there. Some were memes that Jimin or Taehyung would send, some were complaints from Yoongi and Seokjin who were in class telling them to shut the fuck up. But mostly, the ones Hoseok would show you were Jimin and Taehyung making fun of Jungkook and his incapability of talking to girls.

I’M HUNGRY CHAT ROOM

Jimin: so how was your date the other day Kookie?

Taehyung: probably went like, uh uh.. Uh. uh. I can’t talk because i’m a pussy

Jimin: hahaha 😂🤣😂

You: At least he gets more pussy than all of you. The most you get is from Namjoons cat.

Namjoon: shut the fuck up fam.

Namjoon: and leave my cat out of this conversation.

Namjoon: She’s so much better than the rest of you fucking peasants.

Jungkook: Well, if we’re counting Namjoon’s cat, I get twice as much pussy. Also, just got more pussy today.

Namjoon: fucking leave my precious cat alone.

Seokjin: but the cat loves me the most. So I get the most pussy. Also we all know that I got the most pussy out of this chat.

“What the fuck did you start in this chat.” Hoseok is trying so hard to hide his laughter in class. You know even though Hoseok blatantly doesn’t pay attention to the professor and is normally just on his phone or laptop playing a game, you know he has the decency to be quiet in class.

“Well honestly, I thought it would shut them up.” You mutter as you write down the notes, “I thought it would make them speechless, not go off and create more stupid jokes.”

“Well, this honestly a fucking gem from the chat.” Hoseok laughs as he screenshots the conversation, to save later for ammo. Or to create memes, which you know he does in his spare time.

From Jungkook: You’re dead to me.

To Jungkook: sorry, i couldnt hear you over your inability to talk to females. Sorry, i’m too pretty.

From Jungkook: Shut the fuck up you prick.

You roll your eyes, knowing you’re done with pay attention the boys and their conversation so you shut off your phone and continue to pay attention to class.

Jungkook calls after you, swinging an arm around you as you head towards the cafeteria to grab a bite to eat. You roll your eyes and wiggle your way out of his grip.

“What do you want Jungkook.” You look up at him, and his hands are now in his jean pockets. You take a note of his outfit, knowing it's the same outfit he normally wears, white shirt, denim jeans and his tims.

“Well, there’s this girl,” he starts off and you know the next words that are going to come out of his mouth and groan in response.

“I thought you were trying to bang that nerd that’s a chemistry major?” You ask and you see a sly shit-eating grin appear on his face as you both head towards the table where the rest of your friends were sitting.

“Done and done. Missed my last class for it.” His proud tone causes a raised eyebrow from Yoongi and Namjoon.

“Done and done with what?” “Missed class for what?” Yoongi and Namjoon ask simultaneously. This perks Jimin and Taehyung interest as they look up from their food.

“Banged that chem nerd. She was an easy one.” Jungkook said as he sat down, handing you a bill knowing he wants you to buy his food for him. You just stomp on his toes as you turn around to head towards the food in the cafeteria.

Jungkook spills the dirty details to your friends, and you know he just sent you away, to spare you the details of his escapade in the chemistry lab.

You go and buy him and you a sandwich, having used Jungkook’s money to pay for your own food. This is a daily routine between you and Jungkook. He walks in the cafeteria with you, sits down with your friends then gives you money to buy you food. It used to get on your nerve, until you realized you got a free lunch when Jungkook would give you money for the food.

Yeah, he was an ass, but at least you never paid for your food. Honestly, you never paid for anything while you were with him, which was nice.

“Jungkook paying for your meal again?” Seokjin asks from behind you as you stand in line at the register.

“Why else would I buy food for myself.” you joke and Seokjin rolls his eyes in response. Honestly, out of all of them, you would date Seokjin, but his personality clashes with yours, sadly. And maybe you tried it once before and it did not go as planned.

“So, when is Jungkook going to realize you’re in front of him and he doesn’t need to go after all those pathetic idiots?” Seokjin asks and you bit your lips in response.

Seokjin and you, had a history. He’s the reason why you were friends with all of them. You were fuck buddies when you first entered school. You met at a party, and after that, you both just met up to fuck. The sex was amazing, and he knew what he was doing which was the best part and he was good at it. You two tried to do the dating thing, realized it was weird, and that fuck buddies is what it would always be between you two, you ended the relationship. This was also the point when you realized you liked Jungkook.

Seokjin thought it was absolutely hilarious, that you, a cold-hearted girl would like Jungkook, when he obviously did not feel the same about you.

How you realized? You realized he could talk to you so easily, hang out with you to play video games, but with any other girl he liked? He couldn’t even talk to them.

Honestly, it stung a bit.

“Shut up, before I punch your favorite part of your body.” you snarl as you pay for your food and Seokjin pays for his.

“So, the new girl, who’s she?” Jimin asks when you and Seokjin return back to the table. You toss Jungkook’s sandwich at him as you plop down next to him.

“She has a stellar body. Super fit and knows what she’s doing. I always thought about going for her, and she’s so fucking hot.” Jungkook goes on and you feel your heart racing, knowing who it might be. He turns towards you and here comes the moment of truth.

“It’s Eunji. She’s on the cheer squad with ____.” the truth comes out and your heart shatters.

Of course it would be Eunji.

It’s always fucking Eunji.

Eunji is the definition of the the cheerleader stereotype. She’s cute, and sexy, like an impossible combination to find within a girl. She has an amazing body, with an amazing boob to ass combination. Her curves and volomptous body was something every girl wanted to achieve in life. Eunji was the most sought out girl on campus by all boys, and girls too. Eunji swung both ways. In all honesty, she should’ve been named cheer captain but she was too irresponsible to your coach so she made you cheer captain instead.

“Ah, her, of course you would.” You roll your eyes as you hear Jungkook and the rest of the boys go on and on about her during lunch.

Jungkook: hey, so there’s that physics exam coming up....

You: yes, yes there is. Thanks for informing me about something I already knew. Also. Stop texting me. I’m in class.

Jungkook: can you tutor me today? I really need help :(

You: and what’s in it for me? My services are not free :)

Jungkook: you get to play on my Nintendo Switch and my VR set at the apartment :))

You: and? That’s all? Jimin’s offered a better deal to help him with English ... sooo no.

Jungkook: and i’ll buy all your favorite foods.

Jungkook: and buy you a bottle of vodka.

Jungkook: :)

You: F I N E. I expect a large ass bottle of vodka.

~*~*~

After school you always had cheer practice, while Jungkook had basketball practice. Jungkook, Yoongi and Jimin were all on the basketball team, but Jungkook would be the one to give you a ride home since you both got out around the same time.

Cheer practice was a drag as you had to hear Eunji go on and on about how she needed to meet a guy who could satisfy her because even though xx person had an enormous dick, it wasn’t enough to please her. Meanwhile everyone sympathized with her and half of the cheer team offered their services to her.

Honestly, her very existence pissed you off, and it had absolutely nothing to do with the fact Jungkook wanted her over you.

It wasn’t because you were jealous that Eunji and Jungkook would make a good couple, the girl from the cheerleader dating on of the top starting five of the basketball team. Nor was it because you were jealous over the fact that she was probably extremely good at sex, something that would be compatible with Jungkook’s level of experience.

Yeah, absolutely nothing to do with those facts.

You quickly leave the locker room, not even bothering to change as you run out to meet Jungkook so you don’t have to hear Eunji talk about her fucking the guy with the large dick the other day. Also the moment she mentioned Jungkook’s name had you bolting out of the locker room, not wanting to hear her finish her sentence about she thinks her and Jungkook would be compatible fuck buddies.

Still in your cheer uniform, you see Jungkook parked in front of the lockers in his black Toyota Supra. Every time you see his car you always remember how much Jungkook was into nice cars. He looks up from his phone once he sees you in front of the door and unlocks the car for you and goes back to his phone. You know that being his best friend for so long equates to him seeing you in a cheer uniform quite a lot, but the fact it never affects him always stings a bit. There’s never any compliments, no jacket throwing at you to cover up, it’s always no reaction with his stoic face.”

“So, you think Eunji is gonna come on Friday to the party?” Jungkook asks when you get into his car. He normally drives you to and from school which is extremely convenient.

“Ah, probably. There’s going to be alcohol. I think most students will be there no matter what.” You tell him, slowly turning up the volume up on his stereo. Jungkook’s music was always calming to you, but you wanted to use it to tune out this conversation.

Jungkook reaches for the volume button a stop light, turning to down a bit and looking towards you, “You think I actually have a shot? She’s like, the hottest girl I know.” he tells you and you feel the arrows stabbing you right in the heart as you put on your best fake smile.

“Yeah, Who wouldn’t like some stumbling loser who’s apparently magical in bed? Some guy who can’t even call a girl her name in bed but has her screaming his name.” You joke, and you can feel your heart clenching in pain with each word that comes out of your mouth. You tell yourself it doesn’t matter, but you know it does.

It does matter that he thinks Eunji is the hottest girl he’s ever met. It does matter he doesn’t see you for anything else other than his best friend.

It doesn’t matter.

Eunji is just some check mark on his list, you reassure yourself.

You’re the only one that’s been constant in his life, you tell yourself.

“Hey that’s rude. But, I won’t say anything. Let’s stop by the market and we can buy your favorite foods for tonight.” Jungkook tells you and looks at your outfit, “You should probably wear a jacket though so you don’t get weird stares in the store by all the old people.”

“Ah, I forgot my jacket at home today.” You tell him to which you see him roll his eyes at the stop light. He looks at you and then reaches into the back and throws you his jacket.

“Don’t you dare steal my jacket. It’s my favorite.” Jungkook grumbles as he slams on the gas once the light turns green. You throw the jacket on and feel engulfed in his scent and the fact that you’re practically drowning in his over sized jacket.

He pulls into the market parking lot and you step out of the car and see Jungkook do a once over of you.

“Ah, it looks like you’re not wearing pants, but whatever, let’s go.” he says, locking his door and quickly walking towards the doors. You quickly chase after him, trailing him as you watch him grab a shopping cart and follow him down the aisles.

“Do you ever imagine doing this with your future boyfriend? It’s just such a domestic thing to do.” Jungkook tells you, paused in front of the meat section, analyzing the different meats.

“Ah, I think it would be fun, you know?” You tell him, “Going shopping with your significant other and buying food to cook at home.” you look at him staring at the different meats and you point to the sirloin, “That one will taste better. It’s a bit more red and it’s not gonna expire as quickly.” pointing to the one in his right hand.

“Oh, uh thanks.” He tells you, quickly stepping back once he realizes how close you are to him, “Let’s go buy your favorite foods.” He quickly puts the meat in the plastic and into the cart.

You finish shopping an hour later, mostly because you had to keep telling Jungkook which meat or vegetable would be better to buy. That boy is always picking out the ones that almost expire.

There was also a lot of back and forth arguing of you wanting to buy all your favorite snacks but Jungkook would tell you it’s too much.

But here you are, the back seat filled with half the bags of your favorite snacks and alcohol.

“I can’t believe half of the shit I bought was for you.” Jungkook grumbles as you’re happily humming along to his playlist.

“Sorry, I couldn’t hear you over how much you love me and are eternally grateful for me.” You look over at him and give him a sarcastic smirk.

Finally arriving at his apartment you help him unload all the bags into the cabinet and refrigerator, leaving two full bags of groceries filled with your favorite foods and drinks. After you two finish unpacking everything, he clears the dining table and lines it with your favorite foods and the physics textbook and his notes.

“So, what did you need help on? I assume everything because it’s you.” You tell Jungkook once you take your seat next to him, opening the bag of your favorite gummy candy.

“Yeah, I dunno. This section has been rough on me you know? I don’t understand almost anything.” Jungkook tells you, causing you to roll your eyes.

“Maybe you should start paying attention in class for once instead of texting or ditching class to bang a girl.” You mutter as you review his notes and his past homework, which he did pretty poorly on considering he normally averages an 80% in science.

“Geez, I don’t ditch class all the time to bang a girl. It was only that chem girl. She was so desperate, I couldn’t turn her down.” Jungkook groaned, “She kept sexting me before school, I couldn’t just turn her down.”

“Yeah, you can turn her down. It’s something called self-control. Maybe you should learn it someday so you can start passing your classes.” You shoot him a side-eye and return you focus back to his homework.

“You have no idea how much self-control I have.” he mutters under his breath but it goes unnoticed by you as you write out a problem on his notebook that he struggled on.

“Try do this problem. I’ll help you after two minutes.” You tell him, sliding the notebook towards him. He groans but takes it anyways. He tries to complete the velocity problem, but it’s ultimately lost on him.

“Geez, I guess we’re starting from scratch. I hope you’re ready.” You tell Jungkook after analyzing his work for a variety of problems you write down and he couldn’t finish.

Drilling all the different physics formulas almost felt impossible but at least after a couple hours pass and a couple of empty gummy and chip bags later, he can somewhat finish the problems with relative ease.

“Oh, wow, you actually got 85% of the problems right. Congrats Jungkook.” you tell him once you finish grading his practice problems you set up for him.

You feel his pull you in for an embrace has his head is buried into your shoulder.

“You’re amazing.” He murmurs into your ear and pulls slightly away from you, but you’re still in his embrace, “You have no idea how lucky I am to have you in my life.”

“Yeah, you’re so lucky, you better cherish me you asshole.” You joke to which he just smiles brightly at you. It’s one of those warm-boyish smiles. The one where his face scrunches up, and his eyes turn into to little curves.

“So, shall we play with the VR system? I got Beat Saber last week.” Jungkook asks once he drops his arms from his embrace.

“Lets go! I’ve been wanting to play it forever!” You happily tell him. The two of you clean up the dining table, throwing all your food trash away. He sets up the VR system on the T.V as you wait patiently on the couch.

“So what kind of songs did you download for the game? I saw a play of Gangnam Style that went viral. It actually resembles the actual dance!” You comment as he sets up the game, which doesn’t take too long.

“Yeah, I have Gangnam Style. Taehyung insisted it was the first song I downloaded. You can browse through the songs, I have a lot.” he tells you once he opens up the main menu for Beat Saber.

JUngkook goes through the instructions of how to play the game. He puts on the VR headset, and adjusts it so it fits nicely on your face. Honestly, it is amazing. The graphics are so realistic and he hands you the controllers you search through the songs, going for Gangnam Style.

You’re actually kind of bad at the game at first, but you hear Jungkook laughing at you as you play through the chorus that has the beat map designed so you’re dancing Gangnam Style.

Jungkook shows you the video he took of you once you’re done and you punch him while he’s just laughing at you failing your arms around while playing the game.

“Oh my gawd, stop laughing you asshole!” you try to pry the phone out of his hands but fail. It starts a mini war between you two as you climb on top of him, trying to grab the phone. After you finally grab his phone, you realize that you’re straddling him, and lying on top of him on the couch.

“Geez, get off you fatass.” Jungkook groans once you toss him back his phone at his face, not before he shields himself with an arm, as you quickly get off of him.

“First of all, I’m not a fatass, you jerk face.” You mumble to yourself, sitting next to him properly as he pushes himself off the couch.

He gets up and changes the game, suggesting that you play the two-player cooking game. One person is put into the VR system, which you obviously take, and the other uses the keyboard and the mouse pad to play the second person.

At first the game goes quite smoothly in the first couple of levels, but at level 7 you and Jungkook are bickering with one another about the game.

“I told you I needed two burgers with cheese! Where are they!” Jungkook grumbles as you’re in the VR machine making the food as he’s the server.

“Well all I see are angry customers! Go serve them first! Plus that’s not what you told me you prick!”

“How did we pass level 7! Eleven is kicking our butt!” Jungkook comments as you’re speed cooking as you see his character running around the entire restaurant serving all the customers with drinks and the food.

“I thought you said this was easy!” You shout in frustration as you see another angry customer from the slowness of your food.

“It was easy! The first couple of levels I played with Taehyung!” Jungkook refutes as the two of you finally finish level twelve, and you yank off the VR headset and flop on the couch next to Jungkook.

Your body naturally falls against him, leaning against his chest, the pants in both of your breaths still uneven from the intense game that was just played.

“Woah, are you playing the cooking game!” You hear a voice exclaim and you open your eyes to see Taehyung and Jimin standing at the door, taking off their shoes.

“And he bought food for us! Wow! I’m surprised Jungkook actually remembered!” Jimin sarcastically comments, pointing at the bags of groceries on the table.

“Oh, those are mine that he bought. But we did buy your groceries for the next couple of days.” You correct Jimin who nods and throws his bag on the ground, plopping on the couch next to you.

“Geez, today was so tiring. Coach was mad at my performance last game and he made me stay longer after practice.” Jimin leans his head back spreading his legs out.

“Stop man-spreading you asswipe!” You knee his thigh back close and shift closer to Jungkook, “Honestly, it’s your worst habit you douche.”

“It’s not that bad! I don’t do it all the time!” Jimin defends himself, looking at Taehyung and Jungkook hoping they back him up but they just shrug and focus their attention elsewhere.

“She’s not wrong, you do it a lot, man-spreading.” Taehyung sits on the chair next to the sofa, “Anyways, level twelve!? Are you guys monsters?!”

“She’s the monster, inside and outside the game.” Jungkook points towards me and I jab at his stomach in response, “See, monster.”

“She’s an adorable monster, that’s what.” Jimin pinches my cheeks, “Who hates when I sit comfortably in my own apartment.” you feel his pinch get harsher as you bat away your hands.

“How do you even get girls to like you. Gawd, you’re all so annoying.” You exclaim, as you hear Jungkook going off to Taehyung about how horrible you were at the game, and kept messing up all the orders, “Secondly, I was not the one giving out the wrong orders! You kept telling me you needed burgers and wouldn’t elaborate which ones they were.”

“In my defense, as my best friend, you’re supposed to read my mind already.” Jungkook defends himself, but you hear the sarcasm dripping out of his voice.

“And as my best friend you should’ve known that I don’t understand the difference between burger, and buurgerrr and burgerrrrss! How am i supposed to know that a burger is a cheeseburger, a buurgerrr is with ketchup, and a burgerrrrs is double-stacked as well!”

“See! You obviously know the difference, you should’ve used your knowledge in the game.” Jungkook points out and want to strangle him, so you do.

“I’m going to kill you, you brat!” You growl trying to get him into a head lock, as you jump up on the couch, kicking Jimin in the leg during the process.

“Jesus, how are you two best friends.” Taehyung grumbles as he sets the VR game for himself, “You two are more like an old married couple if you ask me.”

“Shut up Taehyung before I murder you too!” you shout as Jungkook tries to pry himself out of your headlock.

The night ended with the four of you tired from playing the VR. Honestly, you would think one person would hog the system all night, but after two games, you are seriously burnt out and need to switch out.

Taehyung is somehow a master at cooking game being the chef and apparently Jungkook is too overpowered when paired up with him as the server. You and Jimin try to tag team, but compared to Taehyung and Jungkook, you guys look like failures.

You call it a night once it hits one in the morning and Jungkook tells you he has to drive you home or else he’ll probably fall asleep at the wheel.

“I’m honestly coming over your house more often to play more games, is that alright?” You ask Jungkook in the car during the ride home and you hear him let out a groan.

“No, cause you’ll just hog my VR machine and I want to play too.” Jungkook grumbles and you gently punch his leg, not wanting to punch his arm to cause him to swerve into another lane.

“Geez! Woman! I was joking!” Jungkook yells, rubbing his leg like it was the most dramatic and painful punch in this world, “of course you can come over and play. Doing VR with more friends is a lot more fun.”

“Yay! You’re the best Jungkook.” You beam brightly when he’s slows the car down for the red light, “I have no idea what I’d do without you, you know?”

“Die, suffer, not buy lunch, be a non-alcoholic.” Jungkook looks over at you and you see the playful smile grow along with his twinkling eyes, “I think most of all, probably would suffer without all the rides I give you too and from school.”

“Okay, I take that back, I want a new best friend, that constantly would support my alcohol problem.” You joke and his jaw slacks in the most dramatic way as his eyes widen up.

“Nope, sorry, no refunds, no take backs, no exchanges on the best person in the world.” Jungkook smiles, “I’m with you forever.”

“Even when I’m all old, round and wrinkly?” You ask and he nods, but not before turning his attention back to the road because the light turned green.

“Even when you’re old, round and wrinkly. I’ll be playing Mahjong with you in a senior center, beating you, like always.” Jungkook comments and your brows burrow in confusion.

“When did we learn to play Mahjong? Why aren’t we old people playing in the VR system?” You joke as Jungkook just shakes his head in response.

“Honey, we have to play Mahjong if we want to live our lives out like those actors and actresses in Crazy, Rich, Asians.” Jungkook tsks, “We’re going to learn Mahjong when we have kids to teach them the important meanings of life.”

“Our kids? That would be nice. I would seriously want two girls. That would be the best.” You hear your voice trail off, as you imagine sitting in your imaginary yard watching your kids play till the sun sets.

“Yeah, our kids.... I mean, my kids and your kids. Because I obviously want a boy and a girl. Gotta have the son to carry on the amazing family name.” Jungkook clarifies and you just nod.

“Yeah, separate kids.” Your voice trails off as you look at the space between you and Jungkook. Of course it was crazy to imagine that you and Jungkook would be the ones together in future.

He doesn’t even see you that way.

“We’re here.” Jungkook parks the car, putting the parking brake on. Looking up, you see him looking straight at you, “Thanks for helping me study. I know Sunday I wouldn’t have any time to study as I’ll be nursing a hangover.”

“Oh, right, the party. I forgot about it.” You chuckle awkwardly, remembering his goal of the party to nail apparently the prettiest girl he knows, Eunji.

“Anyways, you want me to pick you up? I’m catching an Uber with Taehyung and Jimin, so I can pick you up at your house and we can catch an Uber from there.” Jungkook asks but you shake your head in response.

“I’m not sure if I want to even go tonight. It doesn’t sound too pleasing.” You tell him a white lie. When in fact you weren’t sure if you could handle seeing him with Eunji all night.

“Please, I need my best friend there, you know, for the courage.” Jungkook pleads, “Plus I know that it will be fun. Hoseok said it’s in that rich neighborhood next to my apartment complex.”

“I’ll think about it.” You tell him, when he parks the car outside your house and give him a wave when you exit.

“Message me if you want that ride!” Jungkook tells you as he pulls away and you see him zoom back to his house. Watching him drive off, you feel the empty, sinking feeling as he’s no longer with you as you walk into your house.

~*~*~*

Friday came way too quickly and the party is tonight and you find yourself dreading to go. However, Hoseok coaxes you into going and you’re finally at here, with a red solo cup in one hand, leaning against Taehyung who has his arm wrapped around you.

“I can’t believe that worked on you.” Taehyung jokes as he grabs your cup, taking a sip from it, “And how the fuck do you drink Vodka straight? Are you even real.”

Namjoon is laughing at him as he takes a sip of your drink as well and hands it back, wiping his lips with the back of his hands,

“You’re hard core, I gotta give you that.” Namjoon laughs and you smile giving him a peace sign and a lazy smile as you lean closer in to Taehyung.

“There’s my best friends!” Jimin’s tipsy self shoves his way between Taehyung and you.

“Jimin, you didn’t even drink that much, this fucking beastly princess here is just drinking straight vodka.” Taehyung jokes and Jimin turns to you, grabbing the drink from your hand, chugging down the entire content of the cup.

“Ah, my best friend is too hardcore for me. I honestly don’t know how you don’t have a boyfriend.” Jimin goes on and you groan internally as Taehyung covers his ears.

When Jimin is tipsy, he normally goes on long rants about how (insert’s friends name) should be in a relationship. Last week he went off how Namjoon should be in a relationship because he’s tall, his deep voice, his nice ass, he’s got a large package, when Namjoon suddenly whacked him upside the head ending the conversation. Not to say that Jimin found the hottest girl at the party and got her to sleep with Namjoon.

Definitely a score for Namjoon in his books.

“I mean, come on, you have a great ass,” Jimin smacks it to emphasize his point, and you’re tempted to castrate him, but you decide against it.

The girls that worship the ground he walks on would kill you first before you lay your hands on him.

“Look, I’m not down to hear about my practical younger sister’s body sexually, so I’m going to find Yoongi to make sure that bastard isn’t sleeping on a bed yet.” Namjoon states as he is practically running away. Namjoon and you have basically established a sibling relationship, with him being the older brother that always protects his younger sister. Honestly, it was a cute how Namjoon would protect you sometimes from them, or sometimes leave you to fend for yourself, like tonight.

“YOU KNOW HER ASS IS GREAT NAMJOON.” Jimin shouts and you want the world to swallow you whole as Jimin keeps his hand on your butt.

Jimin is probably your touchiest friend, and the most flirty out of all of them. You normally don’t care about his tendencies because you know most of the time it comes out when he’s drunk.

“Jimin, I appreciate the compliments, but you don’t need to shout it to the world you know?” You tell him and Jimin just dismisses you, waving his hand in front of him.

“No, the world needs to know how lucky they would be if they could date you. You’re the best girl in this entire party that’s my best friend of course. And any guy would be lucky to have you.” Jimin tells you, wagging his finger in front of you, almost like he’s giving you a lecture.

“Fine Jimin. Any guy is lucky to date me, but I’m not too interested to get some tonight.” You tell him but he shrugs, dismissing your words completely.

“Nah. My girl is gonna dance with someone tonight! And I volunteer Seokjin!” Jimin exclaims and runs off leaving you and Taehyung to let out a deep groan.

“Glad he didn’t say me sweetheart. Now if excuse me, I’m going to go flirt with some girl and watch you suffer in pain.” Taehyung tells you patting your shoulder. You see him wink at some girl who’s against the wall talking to her friend and see her blush.

Gawd, why was he so gross. You groan internally and watch him walk over introducing himself. Honestly, you didn’t care what most of them did. They all believed in love but were just letting everything out now and enjoying life as it was as a young adult. But sometimes it felt too cringe the way the would flirt with a girl just to get her to sleep with them. Example, how Jungkook would sleep with so many girls, or Taehyung flirting with the girl to make them feel special only to break their heart in return.

Jimin returns with Seokjin resisting the pull towards you but you know what Jimin wants, he gets. So Seokjin stops putting up the fight and is now standing right in front of you.

“Enjoy your dance my two friends.” Jimin sing-songs and disappears into the crowd.

“That bastard. One day I’m going to murder him in his sleep.” Seokjin groans and looks at you, “Fancy seeing you here babe.” he sends you a sleazy wink and you feel yourself shudder in response.

“Stop. Please. These flirty comments turn me off now.” You tell him, grabbing his drink drinking most of the contents in it, “A screwdriver, really?”

“Closest thing I could get to a fruity drink. It’s not the best but it makes do at house parties like these.” Seokjin shrugs in response as you hand the drink back to him. “So tell me princess, why am I here with you dancing?”

“First of all, don’t call me princess. Secondly, I dunno. Ask Jimin. He thought you were my perfect dancing partner.” You shrug as you look over to see Taehyung laughing at you with his eyes as his lips hide his smirk of mockery, and you flip him off in response.

“I know I’m an amazing dance partner, but really?” Seokjin scoffs in return, also flipping Taehyung off, “But shall we dance princess? Since I’m an amazing dancer.”

“Yeah, your dancing is almost as good as Namjoon.” You joke as you follow him to the crowd that’s turned the living room into a dance party.

“So why didn’t you stop Jungkook from trying to get with Eunji? She’s literally you, but worse.” Seokjin asks after a couple of songs on the floor. The music was your typical house party EDM music mixed with some decent artists like Odesza, Illenium, and Porter Robinson.

“Why? He wanted to get with her? As his best friend I should support his decisions.” You reply, hoping Seokjin would drop it but he continues with the conversation.

“If you don’t do anything, he’s just going to slip through your fingers. I know he really likes Eunji for a fact.” Seokjin whispers in your ear. You catch sight of Jungkook with Eunji on the makeshift dance floor, her grinding against him, as his hands roam up and down her voluptuous body.

You shake your head and remember to focus on dancing with Seokjin, that’s why Jimin dragged him here, for you to have a good time tonight.

~*~*~*

Honestly, the parties always end up like this. As the party dies down, people knocked out on various parts of the living room, boys going home with their new prey of the night, here you are sitting with your friends, talking stories.

Jungkook was ticked off though because Eunji ditched him to go sleep with some other guy from another school. So he was here, sulking as everyone was enjoying their time drunk together.

Today, however was a bit different however as Taehyung had the genius idea to play Never Have I Ever. The game was going pretty well for you, as the boys keep talking about how they never banged (insert girl’s name) or done sex in (insert sexual position), clearly trying to get each other fucked up. However, you stayed relatively sober,

until now.

“So, never have I ever, fucked someone in this room.” Hoseok says proudly and you can’t help look at Seokjin who lets out a sigh and downs his shot.

Welp, the cat is out of the bag.

You down your shot following Seokjin and everyone loses their fucking mind.

Which you did expect to happen, but man, Hoseok looks like he’s having an existential crisis.

“WHAT THE FUCK?” Taehyung shrieks and points at the both of you back and forth. “WHEN? HOW? W H Y? WHAT THE FUCK?”

“How do you think we got to know each other? I randomly was like hi, lets be friends.” Seokjin jokes and Taehyung is rendered speechless.

“Are you fucking kidding me? I thought you said you wouldn’t fuck any of us.” Jimin accuses you and you bite your lips, hoping you don’t have to answer that and face Jungkook’s glare at your very existence.

“Ah, I mean, I did stop fucking him, He pissed me off that week you asked that, so I said what I thought at that time. I regretted fucking him, so I said that.” You explain and Yoongi is still in shock and hasn’t moved since your confession.

“Wait, so, you’re not immune to our looks?” Jimin asks and you grow silent not knowing how to answer that. Tell him yes? You think all of them are sculpted like adonis figures and have them think that you’re only friends to get in their pants?

Or lie, and tell them you don’t think any of them are hot and they’re about as hot as a moldy burnt bread.

“Well, i’m not going to deny you guy are good looking. You’d have to be blind to not realize that you guys are good looking. There’s a reason why everyone wants to get with you.” You answer, not quite satisfied with your answer, but at least you dodge the awkward questions.

“Well, moving on then,” Yoongi trails off, “Never have I ever thought of anyone sexually here.”

“That’s fucking bullshit.” Taehyung grumbles as he takes his shot along with Jimin, Seokjin, Namjoon and surprisingly Jungkook.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You stare in shock at all of them, “Except Jimin. You were screaming to everyone earlier how I have a hot piece of ass.” Jimin just shrugs, sending you a lazy wink combined with his signature smirk causing you to roll your eyes.

“Well like you said, you gotta be blind to not realize that you’re fucking hot.” Taehyung says and you look at Namjoon next who just shrugs.

“Hey, i’m not going to deny that you’re hot.” he has a lazy smirk plastered on his face and you just bury your hands into your hand processing the information.

“But you always call me your little sister! You even ran away when Jimin started talking about my ass!” You accuse the man who has hands up in the air in defense.

“Well now, when I first met you, I thought you had a nice ass. Then I realized you’re sharp tongue and thought, it’s better if she’s just a friend. Plus, Jimin has gone off about your ass too many times to count, I didn’t want to hear about it again.” he says so nonchalantly as you recall all the times Namjoon has treated you like a sister, going all overprotective brother on your sorry ass when you pissed off one of them.

“Wow, I got friend-zoned, no even worse, sister-zoned.” You laugh as you down your shot.

“Woah woah woah, hold the fuck up.” Hoseok says and looks between you and Namjoon, “Had he not friend-zoned you, would you have tried to sleep with him?”

“Had I met him before Seokjin, then yes.” You tell them honestly and you swear you’ve never seen his eyes go that wide before. Not even when he caught you watching porn with Jungkook on his computer. It was casual and somehow you went down the YouTube hole that ended up there. But honestly, Jungkook and you were criticizing the porn rather than using it as a method of getting yourself off. Both of you criticizing her positions and how unrealistic this is for sex, and creates a fetish of woman and men alike for them to act like a porn star during sex.

“What about me? Would have slept with me?” Taehyung asks bright eyes and you can’t help but remember everything about your friendship with Taehyung.

“I would’ve slept you, even after sleeping with Seokjin. Had I not encounter your gawd-awful personality when you’re with him.” You joke to which Taehyung playfully puts you in a headlock.

“What about me? You’ve always known I think you got a fine piece of ass.” Jimin asks and you can’t help but roll your eyes,

“Jimin, you’re hot as fuck, and why I don’t really care when you get all touchy with me, but I’d feel so sorry for the girl that has to date you, especially if it was me.” You laugh and see Jimin in shock. You know he’s playing and he actually has a girl he likes but he’s always flirty with you.

“You had that coming, my friend.” Yoongi jokes, comforting a sulking Jimin.

“Wait do Jungkook next!” Taehyung exclaims and you turn to see Jungkook’s eyes widen in surprise.

“Let’s not, have this conversation.” Jungkook mumbles as he plays with his empty shot glass, like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

“Wait, but you took a shot, so you’ve always felt that way about ___?” Taehyung pesters him and you see the irritation grow in his eyes.

“I’m not having this conversation now.” Jungkook states as he looks at Taehyung in the eyes and then his eyes trail off to the side of the room, clearly wanting this conversation to end.

“Wait so you’d still fuck her now?” Hoseok asks, curious to see the boy’s answer. You see Jungkook let out a breath of frustration, clearly wanting to murder his friends. You couldn’t tell if it was the frustration with the conversation or the events that led up to this conversation.

“I’m done.” He stands up and quickly walks out and you stare at Seokjin in surprise as he sends you a look telling you to go after him.

You hesitate, knowing that your six friends here now know that maybe you felt something for some of them. Seokjin groans at your long hesitation as he knows you’re too scared to move to chase after him.

“I swear ____, if you don’t go after him I’ll describe in horrible detail about that one time you fucking bit my dick.” Seokjin states.

Your face pales in remembrance of that horrible day. You were having a bad day, Seokjin was being an ass, you choked on air, forgot his dick was in your mouth and bit so hard he thought he was going to have to go to the doctors to get a check-up.

You never stood up so fast in your entire life and ran to chase after Jungkook.

“Jungkook! Wait!” You chase him out of the house and see him walking back to his apartment that was about a 20 minute walk from the house party.

He stops momentarily, before he picks up pace from a slow walk to a brisk walk. You groan in frustration as you take off your heels and run after him. You grab his arm and pull him towards you and he won’t meet your eye contact.

“Jungkook,” You say in between your pants, “Talk to me.”

“No.” he grumbles towards the ground.

“Why not? Jungkook, you’re my best friend. You can talk to me about anything?” You exclaim, wanting him to stop ignoring you.

“That's exactly it!” He exclaims and looks you dead in your eyes, his eyes filled with anger and a hint of lust, “You’re my best friend. I’m not supposed to think about you sexually, but here I am. I think about how it would be to have down your fucking knees, my dick in your mouth to get your sassy ass mouth to stop talking, seeing you unravel under me. From going from this strong woman who won’t let anyone boss her around, to becoming a moaning mess. Or like yesterday, on the couch, you riding me, oh my god. I thought I was going to explode.” he groans, “And especially yesterday! You got into my car in your fucking cheerleader outfit and you have no idea how ready I was to pounce on you in the car. I wanted to fuck you into oblivion right there in my car as all the girls on the cheerleading team watched. It would’ve been fucking amazing, but it took all my strength to hold back.”

His fist curl up into a tight ball, “I remember I was going to confess to you the day at Seokjin’s party. When I finally found out where you were, you were in that fucking bedroom with Seokjin. I’ve fucking known you two were fuck buddies the day you guys met at the party. I remember I heard your fucking moans in the bedroom that was locked. I remember getting myself off in the bathroom next to the room where he’s pounding himself into you as your moans sent me over my edge.”

“Jungkook,” You’re rendered speechless as he spills everything in front of you.

“There, I said it. I’ve been in fucking love with you since the day I saw you.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” His words are quickly running through your mind a mile a minute, digesting his confession.

You realize why he barely gave you a glance when you entered the car, and his mind looked like it was elsewhere when you entered. Why he called you a fat-ass on the couch, as you were straddling him above his crotch. You were wearing your cheerleading skirt still, so your skirt was flared over his crotch.

“How was I supposed to? The day I finally got the courage to talk to you, you ended sleeping with Seokjin. Then the next couple of months, you and Seokjin were fuck buddies. By the time you were introduced to us by him, we were made clear that you were off-limits, and then we became best friends.”

“Jungkook,” the words won’t come out of your mouth, stuck in your throat. You want to say something, anything, but it won’t come out of your mouth.

“Yeah, don’t feel any pity.” Jungkook grumbled and right before he was about to walk away you grabbed his wrist.

“But Eunji. The whole, I wanna sleep with her because she’s the hottest girl you’ve met. What?” the words of jealousy fall out of your mouth before you can stop yourself.

“Eunji is second rate compared to you. She’s you, but worse. It was all a ruse. I wanted to get over you, but she was nothing like you. It’s why she left me tonight, because I kept glancing over at you and Jimin. Man, did I want to murder him for not keeping his hands off you. And the he dragged Seokjin towards you. You and Seokjin on the dance floor, I stormed off, not even paying attention to her anymore.” Jungkook tells you.

“But, those other girls... the i can’t talk to girls, Jungkook I don’t understand.” The words fumble out of your mouth as your grip tightens around his wrist, not wanting him to slip through your finger and the questions race through your head.

“Had I said anything to those brainless bitches it would’ve been your name. I would’ve moaned your name, I would’ve said your name, and that would end horribly.” Jungkook rolls his eyes as his fist bunches together, “Now you know my secret, if you can excuse me, I’m going home.” He tries to pull away from your vice claw grip, but you only yank him closer towards you and you cup his cheeks and fully plant your lips on his.

The fireworks go off in your mind, as he starts moving against your lips. It feels so right. The kiss is passionate, but it feels like home. The kiss continues, you two only pulling apart for gasps of breaths, before he pulls away.

“I like you Jungkook.” your voice is a low whisper as it is only made for him to hear.

“FUCKING FINALLY GET SOME!” You hear a voice call out and the two of you turn around to see your friends cat-calling and cheering your names. Seokjin is standing in the middle of them giving you a cheesy grin with two thumbs up.

“I’m going to murder them.” Jungkook growls, but you hold him back before he can beat up his friends.

“This is why I wish I bit off your dick, you ass!” You shout back to Seokjin as Jungkook wraps his arms around your waist.

~*~*~*

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atmilliways · 5 years

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Are you still doing the prompt thing? If so can you do 46 please?

I am always and forever doing the prompt thing, gentle reader. Sorry for taking so long.

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This one is “Nathan, baby.” I’ve actually written something for this before, which you can read here if you like, but here’s something fresh off the top of my brain as well. In other news, this was originally going to be a different pairing, but it, ah… took a turn. In other other news, Skwisgaar is a sex addict and no one is surprised.

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When Toki first joined the band, they all figured he was the youngest out of all five of them. He was scrawny, kind of high-voiced, and relentlessly optimistic. It was the natural assumption. Even Toki had thought that. Then it came out — at some point after their new manager had tracked down Toki’s birth certificate and obtained things like a work visa and valid passport on his behalf — that he was born in late March. Which would have been fine. Except… Nathan had been born in May. Of the same year. The jokes were relentless, and there wasn’t really anywhere he could go in their shitty shared apartment to escape them. Doesch baby want hisch bottle?Mine eyes ams older then yours, can you reads what dats say to me?Dood, I’m gonna have ta see some ID before I letcha have this. Yous, kid! Gets off my lawn!You’re the youngescht, you get up and do it. So, whens am you olds enough to drink legalies?Jest call me Grandpa! … Wait, no, don’t do theat. I’m drunk. … Sonny. Nathan hadn’t wanted to strangle a group of guys to death more since he’d made the varsity football team at fourteen and the older boys had singled him out for hazing. And the most unfair part of it all was that when he confronted Offdensen — whose fault all of this obviously was — in his swanky corner office in the nice part of the business district, the guy wouldn’t let him throttle so much as one of the bastards. “We, ah, can’t afford to miss any performances this quarter,” Charles explained patiently, “and, well, giving any of your bandmates a beating might injure their arms or hands, rendering them unable to play. Crystal Mountain won’t appreciate their newest signed band having to postpone their first official tour.”Nathan growled in frustration. Charles raised an eyebrow. “I could… speak to the rest of the guys on your behalf, if you want.”“No! That’ll just make it worse.” Nathan slouched angrily into one of the chairs in front of the desk. “Fuck. Who cares if I’m younger than Toki? It’s only by a month and a half, and I’ve done way more shit than that fucktard. Did you know we had to explain what sex was to him a couple weeks ago? He didn’t even know.”“I see.” Pausing only to jot down a note for later on a post-it, Charles folded his hands and regarded the frontman seriously. Which Nathan appreciated, because Charles wasn’t giving him any crap or just saying something dismissive and waving him off so he could get more work done. “Perhaps it would help to brainstorm some, ah, ways you might demonstrate that being the youngest doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be taken seriously.”Nathan blinked. “Uh… okay. Well… I’m the leader, right? Dethklok is my band.”“Yes, that’s one point,” Charles said. “But that might be a little on the abstract side. Best to play to your strengths, Nathan.” “You just told me I couldn’t punch or tackle anybody!”“First of all, not exactly. I told you not to punch and tackle your band mates in order to facilitate solving this particular problem, at least for now.” Charles inclined his head just a bit. “Secondly, that would be too easy. You are by far in the best physical condition out of anyone in Dethklok — although remind me to have a conversation with you about the results from your most recent liver panel, once this has been resolved.”Maybe it was shallow, but Nathan perked up a little at the compliment, while at the same time tuning out that bit about his liver completely. “You think so?”Charles nodded and steepled his fingers. “Absolutely. Toki is probably the next strongest, but he’s still recovering from the effects of malnutrition and a few other downsides of living on the streets.”Nathan found himself nodding in agreement. “Yeah, he keeps complaining about those rabies shots. I mean, it’s just a shot, why does he have to be such a pussy about it? I wish I were at risk for rabies, fucking brutal…” “Yes, well.” Charles gave him a perfunctory smile. “I wouldn’t know about that. But I hope this little chat has helped and that, ah, we should be able to stay on schedule for the upcoming tour?”It was pretty clear after that that Charles had work he wanted to get done, so Nathan left. He walked back to the apartment, hands in his pockets, idly mulling over some ideas for a song about getting bitten by a bat and turning into a rabid vampire while knowing he probably wouldn’t do anything with it. What Charles had said in his office had made sense to Nathan, at the time. The longer he walked, though, the more dissatisfied he felt. Advice was all well and good, and getting compliments on his physical prowess was a decent bonus, but it didn’t actually settle anything. So he couldn’t actually hurt any of the guys — that was fine, he could figure out some way around that. He just had to beat them at something. Maybe even just one of them. … Toki. Toki was new, the weak link. All Nathan had to do was prove he was the crybaby. Once was probably all it would take to cement that reputation with the rest of the guys forever. When he finally reached the apartment, he was disappointed to see that the van was gone. They’d pooled their money, back before they’d really had any, and bought one of those white vans that only perverts owned — there had been a token effort to repaint the thing black, except they’d put Murderface in charge of getting paint and he’d gotten the wrong kind, so it looked even shittier but in a dull, lumpy kind of way. But the thing still ran, on a good day, and getting it to start usually meant celebrating with a bar crawl. Which was kind of a bummer to be left out of, but Nathan figured that at least it gave him more time to come up with a plan to take Toki down a notch. Maybe if he started scribbling down ideas in his trust notebook, something good would jump out at him. When he let himself into the dingy three-bedroom, he heard something. A soft, rhythmic squeaking. Heavy breathing… Two sets of heavy breathing. Nathan rolled his eyes in annoyance. It wasn’t exactly unusual for Skwisgaar to stay home and invite a skank (or three) over for some fun while the rest of them were out, but he and Nathan shared a room. He knew from experience that whatever the guy had going on in there could take hours. Better to just barge in with his eyes screwed mostly closed to avoid seeing anything that might scar him for life, get his notebook, and get the the hell out. Ideally without tripping over any discarded granny panties like last time. Ugh. Or maybe it would be someone young and actually still hot… It was a toss-up, really. You never knew with Skwisgaar.He put one hand on the doorknob, the other over his eyes, and bellowed, “Skwisgaar, I’m coming in!”Three things happened immediately. Nathan pushed the door open with a little too much emphasis, sending it against the adjoining wall with a bang. It bounced back and he caught it with both hands to keep from getting smacked in the face. Skwisgaar, with a yell of “WAITS,” tried to jump up and lunge for the door, but got his feet tangled in the blanket. He ended up rolling off the bed and landing on the floor with a hard thud. Toki shrieked and grabbed for a pillow to hide his naked chest. For a moment, there was nothing but deep, awkward silence as Skwisgaar picked himself up and sat on the edge of the bed with the blanket covering his lap. “What…” Nathan looked back and forth between the two guitarists, before finally settling his glare on the lead. “… the FUCK, Skwisgaar! What did I fucking tell you? No screwing anyone who’s in the band! That’s how your last seven bands ended up breaking up!”“Knowds I shouldn’t had tells you dat,” the Swede grumbled under his breath. “And you!” Nathan jabbed an accusatory finger in Toki’s direction. “What the hell are you doing, covering yourself up like a damn girl? You don’t have tits!”“Sorries,” Toki squeaked. He did not release his death grip on the pillow, or lower it even slightly. Nathan pinched the bridge of his nose, unconsciously mimicking something his mother had always done whenever she was particularly exasperated with him. “And god, don’t even get me started on how fucking gay this is. This is really going to fuck with the band dynamics.”“Pft, no it won’ts,” Skwisgaar said dismissively. “We’ve already beens fucking for a weeks and none of yous jackoffs notice, no big deals. Besides—” He smirked. “—I don’ts remembers no complaints to suckings yous off dat one times.”Toki’s eyes widened even further, and he stared at the frontman with a cross between nervous solidarity and mild jealousy. Through the roar of blood rushing to his face, Nathan wondered if it was possible to open your eyes so wide that your eyeballs just fell right out of their sockets. “That’s… different,” he mumbled. “We were both really drunk, so it didn’t count. And… I didn’t realize you remembered. That.” Just thinking about it, to his continued embarrassment, sent some of his blood rushing south as well. Drunk or not, that had been a pretty good night. “Well I does, so whats?” Skwisgaar shrugged, his long blond hair clinging slightly to his sweaty skin. Whatever he and Toki had been doing before Nathan had barged in, he must’ve been really into it. “You had never hads your cock sucks by a guy, and little Tokis here never hads sex with anothers porsons evers. Now you both has. No big deals, you don’t gots to be a bigs baby abouts it.”The word baby made Nathan’s eye twitch, and he was one hundred percent sure that was intentional. Part of that insight was gut instinct; the rest was the way Skwisgaar licked his plush lips and winked lasciviously. Nathan knew he was being manipulated, but it was working anyway. By the time he kicked the door closed behind him he already had his sleeveless t-shirt over his head and onto the floor. “Anyones here ever dones de threesome befores?” Skwisgaar asked with a shit-eating grin. “Noes? Well, pays attentions, school ams in session—”Nathan reached the older man’s bed and shoved him down flat on his back, landing across Toki’s lap. That took care of the leer. He straddled Skwisgaar’s hips and barely had to press down to feel his arousal pushing up beneath the blankets. Toki must have seen it too, because he let out a gasp and followed Nathan’s lead, grabbing for Skwisgaar’s wrists to pin his hands above his head. The younger guitarist looked up at Nathan with an earnest puppy dog look. He really just wanted to fit in and be accepted. Nathan, flushed with pleasure at coming out on top in this situation both literally and figuratively, magnanimously gave him a nod of approval before turning the majority of his attention back to the struggling Swede. “You’re not in charge here, Skwisgaar,” Nathan growled, putting more of his weight on him to prevent any real squirming around. He was starting to regret not taking his jeans off yet — what little movement the trapped guitarist could manage was targeted and stimulating — but there would be time for that soon. Right now he had a point to prove. In fact… He’s the weak link, Nathan realized with a feral, triumphant grin. Skwisgaar, not Toki. Of course! Offdensen had even said it, Toki would probably be among the strongest of all of them once the malnutrition wore off. Murderface was borderline scrawny but the guy bounced back from most things like a rubber ball and always had a knife on him, and Pickles was small but scrappy, and claimed to know twenty-two different ways to kill a man with a broken bottle. But Skwisgaar, his default approach to life was fucking. His libido was legendary, but it was also his weak spot. Anyone who’d ever been within fifty feet of him on the rare occasion a girl took off and left him with blue balls knew that. Making him submit would get him and Toki both to shut up about the whole baby thing, and the other two guys would get bored faster if they were the only ones making the jokes. Teeth still bared, Nathan leaned down and nipped at the pale skin connecting Skwisgaar’s neck and shoulder. He felt Skwisgaar suck in a sharp breath under him and, beneath that, Toki’s legs tensing. The kid was wound so tight that, Nathan realized belatedly, his erection was pretty much right in their faces… Time to see how far this situation could be pushed. Skwisgaar’s eyes widened as Nathan grabbed his chin between one thumb and forefinger. That other time they’d messed around, it hadn’t been anything more than straight-to-business pleasure, and he could tell Skwisgaar was wondering if some sort of kiss was about to happen. It was tempting — just to mess with him, of course, of course, what kind of guy would Nathan be if he admitted to himself that kissing was more than just a means to get ladies to agree to have sex — but no. He turned the blond’s mouth towards Toki and gruffly ordered, “Suck it.” And although Skwisgaar rolled his eyes, his pupils dilated at the command, and he did as he was told. Toki’s head hit the shitty plywood headboard with a thunk. Fuck, Nathan thought as he watched Skwisgaar go to town, rolling into the task with gusto. He really, really wishing he’d taken his jeans off earlier. Last time he hadn’t exactly been in a position to, you know, watch, but he remembered how good those lips had felt.

Nathan scrambled back up onto his knees on the edge of the bed and yanked on his zipper so hard it nearly came off, but holy shit it was a relief. For a moment he got lost in just watching and just palming himself through the front of his tented boxers, but then Toki whimpered. What a baby, Nathan thought, and that reminded him of the increasingly forgettable point of all this. He scrambled off the bed to shuck both his pants and boxers in one go, and sat next to Toki at the head of the bed. Skwisgaar was kind of in the way, but Nathan just threw his legs over the guy and used his bony-ass hip as a leg rest. Then he grabbed the rhythm guitarist’s hand and shoved it towards his cock.

The hand gripped, and Nathan groaned. In this, it seemed, Toki needed little to no instruction, presumably because he’d been practicing this particular activity on himself for longer than he’d known what to call it. No willing to be outdone, a second later Skwisgaar’s hand was there too, taking over any of Nathan’s length that needed attention. The frontman even couldn’t muster any shits to give when Toki’s head thumped down on his shoulder, mouth turning wetly against his skin to muffle the squeaky little sounds that Skwisgaar was wringing out of him, or when Skwisgaar started grinding against the backs of his thighs. It felt too good, too warm, too temporary to bother with second thoughts, and he really hadn’t ever had a threesome before.

Maybe this was something to look into doing more often… With, uh, chicks, of course. Obviously. It didn’t take long after that. Toki came with a choked cry into Nathan’s hair, his grip spasming just right to bring Nathan to the edge but disengaging as he slumped bonelessly in the other direction. Nathan growled and groped blindly until he found a handful of blonde hair and tugged Skwisgaar’s obliging mouth over to finish. He felt immensely pleased with himself for managing to turn an otherwise aggravating day around, with very little resistance or backtalk from the other two men. That was real leadership. Nathan’s last thought before he went over the edge was that if anyone was a big gay baby it was probably Skwisgaar, for being so into sucking cock. And for swallowing both times. And getting off to it into his own hand. Nathan waited a few minutes to get his breath back, then languorously got to his feet. He surveyed the battlefield of tangled sheets, strewn pillows, and sweaty, limp guitarists with a warm glow of dominance and superiority, then left without comments to take a shower. It wasn’t until he was under the hot spray and working some 2-in-1 shampoo into his hair that he realized, none of them had the excuse of alcohol to hide behind. He’d been basically sober — at least, as sober as anyone who’s breakfast had consisted of beer and potato chips could be — and he hadn’t smelled anything particularly strong on Skwisgaar or Toki’s breaths. So what did that mean? Shit, what if it happened again?After a moment of silent contemplation, Nathan shrugged and continued washing. As far as he was concerned, his problem was solved. Everyone would still be able to play for the tour, so Offdensen would be pleased, even though this probably hadn’t been what he’d had in mind when advising Nathan to use strength to his advantage. And however things went from this point, he sure as hell wasn’t going to let it fuck up his band.

#metalocalypse #nathan explosion #charles foster offdensen #skwisgaar skwigelf #toki wartooth #my fanfiction #my fanfic

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Heyoooo looks like this chapter is turning out to be pretty easy so far. Mostly cause my desire to get past it is fuckin strong. Either way, have some fun shenanigans in trying and failing to capture a meme dorito. Enjoy!

“Aha! There she is!” Pearl exclaimed, excitedly pointing to Peridot afar on the other side of the warp. “I was right! My plan worked perfectly!”

“Wow, and it only took five minutes to find her this time too!” Mabel said, duly impressed. “That’s a new record.”

“Good,” Dipper said with resolve as he drew the Sword of Seasons and set it to its flaming setting. “That means we can use the rest of our time actually catching her instead of looking in all the wrong places like we usually do.”

“Well, yeah, we can do that, but don’t be rude, you guys,” Steven frowned briefly before turning to Peridot with a bright smile. “Good morning!”

Of course, the green Gem’s response to this warm greeting was anything but warm itself. “Ugh! I can’t believe this! How did you know I was here?!”

“We found a secret way to track you, and we’ll never tell you what it is, even if you ask nicely!” Steven proclaimed with bold confidence as he taunted the green Gem out by sticking his tongue out impishly.

“And this time, you’re goin’ down, Peri!” Mabel quipped, brandishing her grappling hook.

“Peri?” the green Gem raised an eyebrow, apparently confused.

“Oh, you know, its like a fun little nickname!” Mabel smiled cheerfully. “Luckily for you, you have a very nicknamable name! I’ve already gotten so many out of it! There’s Peri, Dot, Dotty, Peri-D, P-Dot, Peri-do, Per-”

“Hey, Mabel, here’s an idea,” Dipper swiftly interjected, annoyed by the inappropriate timing of his sister’s rambling. “Maybe you could not give our enemies silly nicknames? Just a suggestion?”

“Aw, but where’s the fun in that?” Mabel pouted playfully before Garnet finally interjected.

“Peridot!” the Gem leader shouted, her gauntlets already at the ready to strike. “We’re here to-”

“And you’ll never get away with it!” Pearl suddenly interupted her apparently out of nowhere as she raised her spear high.

“Don’t you Gems and your pesky pet humans have anything better to do than annoy me?!” Peridot growled, stomping her foot down in obvious frustration.

“Nope,” Amethyst remarked, stretching out her whip in her hands. “We’re gonna-”

“Prepare to be annoyed!” Pearl cut the purple Gem off as well, quiet pointedly too, much to Amethyst’s confusion, as well as the kids’.

“Uh… ok…” Dipper exchanged a rather bewildered glance with Steven and Mabel at Pearl’s odd behavior before he turned to coldly address the still rather irritated Peridot. “Well, we’re not about to let you escape this ti-”

“Admit defeat now and maybe we’ll go easy on you!” the white Gem once again cut in, just as much verve in her manner as every before.

“Uh… Pearl?” Steven spoke up, somewhat concerned in light of his guardian’s over the top mannerisms.

“Ugh, I don’t have time for this!” Peridot seethed nonetheless, her free floating fingers forming themselves into a blaster that was rapidly charging with a ball of growing energy. “This planet has an expiration date and I’m not gonna stick around to find out when!”

At this, the green Gem let her blast fire, the unexpected force of it knocking her back as it went flying towards the Gems and the kids. The attack completely missed its mark, steering clear of the group on the warp pad and instead smashing into the large stone pillar directly behind them. While initially disappointed by her misfire, Peridot quickly perked up as the bulk of the pillar began to fall upon the Gems and the kids, however, they were thankfully saved from its crushing force by Steven, who summoned shield large enough to cover them all just in the nick of time. Though her attack hadn’t worked completely as expected, Peridot still let out something of a small, nervous chuckle as she picked herself up off the ground right as Pearl fiercely turned to face her again.

“That’s it!” the white Gem hissed, gripping her spear tightly. “I’m taking her out!”

“Pearl, wait!” Garnet ordered, but her teammate didn’t listen. Instead, Pearl charged, her weapon at the ready, towards Peridot, intent on finally putting an end to her longstanding nuisance. Even so, the green Gem countered her with her tractor beam, easily catching Pearl in its pale verdant glow and effectively immobilizing her as she began to spin her around freely.

“Ha! Sorry, but you’re going the wrong way!” Peridot exclaimed, flinging Pearl out of her tractor beam and back towards the group on the warp pad. Before anyone could really do much, the white Gem collided with Steven, knocking him off the pad and disabling his shield altogether. Fortunately, Garnet managed to catch the pillar that had been pressed against it, keeping it steady with her impressive strength as she urged Amethyst and the twins off the pad and out of harm’s way.

“Get her!” the Gem leader shouted, struggling to rid herself from the burden of the heavy pillar. Amethyst complied first, the twins not too far behind her until the purple Gem broke into a fast, rapid spin dash, zooming towards Peridot at a frightening speed. The green Gem barely managed to leap out of the way, leaving Amethyst to crash into the ruined remains of the Homeworld warp as Peridot made her ‘escape’, skittering across the Galaxy Warp on her disjointed fingers alone.

“Ha! You missed!” she laughed triumphantly. Her levity was cut quite short as something hard and metallic latched around the fingers of one of her hands, breaking their bizarre gravity and leaving Peridot to fall face first into the ground below her.

“But I didn’t!” Mabel happily proclaimed as her grappling hook zoomed back to her. “Your turn, bro-bro!”

Dipper didn’t even respond as he instead rushed forward, the Sword of Seasons charged with strong electricity in his grip. Peridot gasped in apt fear at the sight of the electrified blade and quickly scrambled to her feet, dashing as fast as she reasonably could to get away from it, but even so, Dipper was relentless in his pursuit to take the green Gem out once and for all.

At the same time, Pearl and Steven were both finally regathering their bearings after their rough landing off the warp pad. The white Gem herself was a good bit more dazed than her young ward, even as he began to quickly pick himself up and get back into the fight. “Pearl!” Steven exclaimed, somewhat exasperated as he nudged her weight off of him.

“O-oh, sorry!” Pearl exclaimed, flustered as she hurriedly stood as well, though by then, Steven had already taken off to peruse Peridot right alongside Dipper. The green Gem had managed to reach one of the relatively unscathed warp pads, only to receive the frustrating news that, much like all of the other pads throughout the worn-down collection, it would also be getting her, completely nowhere.

“Augh! Doesn’t anything work on this cruddy planet?!” she shouted, incredibly vexed by her very bad luck.

“I do,” Dipper said with a very satisfied grin as his ice-enhanced sword suddenly rammed into Peridot’s lower legs, not only knocking the green Gem off balance but effectively freezing her feet to the ground.

“And so do I!” Steven chimed in, summoning another shield as he ran forward. The young Gem tossed his weapon like a frisbee, and much to his luck, it hit its mark, striking Peridot squarely in the face hard amidst her trying to break free from the ice encasing her.

“Ow!” the green Gem cried, rubbing the sore spot near her nose and failing to notice Steven and Dipper wisely pull back as Garnet carried out the next attack.

“Amethyst, catch!” the Gem leader grunted, finally lifting the pillar she had been holding onto enough to send it flying at the purple Gem. Right on cue, Amethyst lashed out, her whip coiling tightly around the massive rock, which she wasted no time in hurling it towards the warp pad Peridot was currently frozen to.

“Destroy!” the purple Gem roared, the whip’s hold on the rock breaking as it crashed down almost directly on top of Peridot. As a result, the ice on the ground shattered and the green Gem was sent freely flying into the air, much to her noisy alarm.

Given Peridot’s vulnerable position, Pearl saw this as the perfect opportunity, which was why she wasted no time in rushing forward to catch her when she inevitably fell. “I got her!” she exclaimed, almost excitedly, the hope in both her voice and expression clear as she kept her sights on the green Gem and nothing else. “I got her! I got her!”

Unbeknownst to the white Gem, Garnet had the exact same plan as she did as her gauntlets disappeared and her arms stretched out to apprehend their green foe. As focused as they both were in catching Peridot, neither Garnet nor Pearl noticed each other, however, until they ended up ramming into each other, knocking them both to the ground roughly.

“Pearl!” Garnet snapped angrily, especially as, right above them, Peridot narrowly avoided landing on top of them by converting her floating fingers into rapidly moving helicopter blades. “Get off me!”

“Ah!” Pearl gasped anxiously, quickly getting up after Peridot swiftly flew away from them. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Knowing that her footing was still unsteady with the Gem leader, Pearl attempted to do her a kindness by helping her up, help that Garnet coldly refused as she sent her a fierce, frustrated glare, one that only deepened as Peridot safely landed on the warp pad they had all arrived on.

“Wow, this is just sad,” the green Gem remarked smugly, confident in her escape, even as the kids tried one last effort in rushing forward to catch her. “I almost feel sorry for you… Not!” Peridot let out a triumphant snicker, mimicking Steven’s teasing expression from before as she warped away, leaving a defeated, downcast group of Gems and kids behind in her wake.

“…Have a great weekend!” Steven called cheerfully after her after a beat of silence, only to quickly take it back as the twins and the Gems gave him a shared glance of annoyance for his amicability towards such an aggravating foe. A foe who, for whatever reason, seemed all but impossible to finally catch. “I mean… I hope her weekend is… not so great?”

#long preview is long #ah well #i liked how this scene turned out so dont fuckin blame me #jen writes #universe falls #uf preview #friend ship

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