#and also that he chews bubblegum every shift

[chloesimaginationthings]

Michael Afton has bad eating habits in FNAF

#myart #chloesimagination #comic #fnaf #michael afton #fnaf vanessa #vanessa shelly #vanessa afton #fnaf movie #sister location #fnaf fanart #five nights at freddy's #These are canon foods Michael likes btw #EXPECT for disappointment but doesn’t it just makes sense he’d like that #We’ve seen him eat exclusively junk food #in the survival logbook Michael mentions you get free pizza working at Freddy’s #and also that he chews bubblegum every shift #Vanessa isn’t impressed AT ALL by Michael’s diet 💀 #it’s actually impressive he has the energy to do five nights at Freddy’s

[honeyedmiller]

Bubblegum Princess // Pedro Pascal

warnings: none really except fluff

word count: 1.2k

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synopsis: It's 1984 and Pedro falls smitten with a certain someone who has a knack for popping bubblegum.

[a/n: I KNOW that Pedrito was born in '75 so the timeline doesn't correlate literally at all but just go with it u feel me... also he's a teenage skater boy in this LMAO :))) ]

This was written in third person too okay hope u enjoyyyyy<3

It was a hot summer day in 1984, and y/n couldn't have been more thankful for the central air system at her job. It was nice and cold in the town's small CD and video store. Although she was content with the cool air blowing all around her, she longed to be outside where everyone else was. 

Everyone was at the town's public pool, getting ice cream at the shop down the street, or hanging out at the skate park that was recently built. Her shift luckily ended in an hour, and she was hoping she'd be able to soak up some sun by the pool before the day's end.

She chewed on her pink bubblegum in boredom, knowing that no one was really going to walk into the shop anytime soon. Her thoughts were proven wrong when she heard the shop's bell jingle, indicating someone had walked in. 

She looked up from behind the counter, noticing a tall, rather handsome boy. He had kind dark brown eyes, brown fluffy hair and tan skin. He carried his skateboard in with him, a few scrapes on his elbows from falling a few times. She'd recognized him — they went to school together, and were in the same grade. They'd never talked before, though, simply because they weren't in the same type of friend group.

He finally made eye contact with y/n, and a pink tinge came upon her cheeks as he smiled at her. Even his smile was beautiful. 

"Is there something I can help you with? Anything in particular you're looking for?" The shy girl asks, mustering up as much confidence as she could. 

"Just browsing." The boy simply answered, going through a collection of the newest stocked CD's. Y/n took notice that he gravitated toward Prince's new Purple Rain album.

"'S a good album right there. Let me know if you need help." Y/n sighed softly, sitting back on the stool that was provided for her behind the counter. She flipped through a magazine and chewed her gum once more, blowing bubbles this time. 

A few minutes later, the boy walked up to the counter with a couple of CD's, including Purple Rain. Y/n put down the magazine, ready to ring up his items. She noticed the album choice, a ghost of a smile crossing her lips. Subconsciously, y/n blew another bubble, which fascinated the boy. 

"Nice bubble." He said, laughing. The bubble popped just in time, and y/n laughed in embarrassment. 

"Sorry, it's a habit," She says. "Your total is $7.32." She looks at the boy as he dug in his pocket for a $10 bill. 

"What's your name? I feel like I've seen you somewhere before." The boy asks, looking at her intently. 

"You have. We go to school together," She simply states, stunning him. She gave him his change back and bagged up his purchase. "The name's y/n, by the way." She answered with a little more confidence, and the boy immediately noticed. 

"I'm Pedro," He smiles and extends his hand, and y/n gladly shakes it. "Do you have a piece of paper, or a post-it at that?" Pedro asks, raising an eyebrow at y/n. She nods, slightly confused as to why he'd ask. She handed him the square, yellow notepad as he wrote something down. He handed the paper back to her, and her eyes immediately grazed over it. It was his name and house number. 

"Call me sometime, I'd love to take you out for an ice cream or something." He smiles at her one last time before exiting the shop, skating away. 

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Throughout the whole summer, y/n and Pedro were inseparable. He'd visit her at the shop quite often, just to say hi or plan something for the two of them the same evening. She'd also spend hours watching him at the skate park, Pedro trying to master a new trick every couple of weeks.

He took her to the town's new roller skating rink and taught her how to keep balance, and to the arcade where he mercilessly beat her at Pac-Man. He even took her to his secret thinking spot, which happened to be a high hilltop that overlooked the town and all its dazzling lights at night.

They even went to the county fair together where he was too good at the games, winning her three stuffed plushies. They shared food that shouldn't be fried but was, took lots of photos on y/n's disposable Kodak camera, and rode as many rides as they could stomach.

Y/n had quickly fell for Pedro, but she was too afraid to tell him. She didn't want an amazing friendship to end so quickly if she'd confessed to him how she really felt. 

It went on like that for a year. It was now the summer of 1985, and y/n and Pedro were closer than ever. Everyone at school knew they were inseparable best friends, which confused quite a few people at first seeing they were polar opposites — physically, anyhow. Little did everyone know, they had so much more in common with each other. 

They were going to be college freshman in the fall, and it'd turned out by coincidence that the two best friends would be attending the same college after graduating. 

Pedro had taken y/n to their secret hilltop hideout, and they'd planned a nice picnic for the two of them. Y/n wore a pretty, yellow sundress that Pedro could never forget. Little did y/n know, over the past year, the boy, too, had fallen for her and had become completely infatuated. 

Y/n finished setting down the blanket and began taking out the food they'd packed in the small basket. She notoriously popped her bubblegum that she still absentmindedly loved to chew. She blew one big bubble, and Pedro ended up popping it with his finger. 

"Hey!" y/n pouted, looking at the handsome boy. He laughed in amusement, sitting down next to the beautiful girl. 

"Time's up, bubblegum princess. You have to eat real food now." The boy teased, making y/n laugh. Oh, how he loved that sound. 

They dug into the meal they packed, talking as time went by. The sun was soon setting, creating that perfect golden hour. Y/n looked at Pedro as he talked, popping another piece of gum into her mouth. She stared at the boy in amusement, and he noticed a couple of minutes after. He looked at her, matching her intensity. 

His lips parted slightly, thinking this might be the perfect chance to do what he's wanted to do for the past year. 

Screw it, he thought, as one of his arms slowly reach for her face. His hand rested gently on her cheek, and he noticed that y/n started to blush. He took the opportunity to close the space between them, and finally kiss the girl. 

It was just as they both imagined it — soft, careful and perfect. It was silent all around then except for the sound of their lips smacking. Eventually, they pulled away with big smiles playing on both of their lips. He rested his forehead against hers, both of them trying to even out their breathing again. After a short pause, Pedro spoke.

"Tastes like bubblegum." He looked at the girl as she began to laugh, and he found himself falling in love with her even more than he already had.

#pedro pascal imagines #pedro pascal one shot #pedro pascal x female reader #Pedro Pascal #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal fanfiction

[comradeboyhalo]

las nevadas isn’t a found family, its an office sitcom.

quackity is the corrupt boss who complains too much about his relationship issues and is running his company on a shoestring. “investing in a stripper pole will help the work environment,” he says, and no one has the energy to disagree. 

sam has resigned himself to being a miserable 9-5 white collar worker and just wants a promotion. he’s also pretty sure the new hire stole his ex-bf. he’s cried in the broom closet an uncomfortable amount of times. 

foolish is a primordial being, yet is delegated to coffee runs bc “his legs are long”. one day, quackity asked for two pumps of vanilla in his salted caramel mocha latte, and foolish almost broke his oath of pacifism.  

fundy only got the job bc his boss and his dad are “old friends”. he likes working night shifts so he has an excuse not to sleep. quackity demanding overtime kind of alleviates his abandonment issues, though. 

purpled is the intern who just sits at his desk and chews bubblegum and loudly asks quackity about kinoko kingdom every day. whenever someone asks him to make copies, he replies with “but i’m a minor.”

wilbur is actually the worst employee--he pretends to type up reports when he’s actually arguing with ranboo stans on his dream apologist twt account

charlie doesnt rly know what unionizing is but he’s heard its really good for his bones (that most definitely belong to him) and also for his flesh (all very real and human), so he’s gonna give it a shot 

#las nevadas #dream smp #quackity #awesamdude #fundy #purpled #wilbur soot #charlie slimecicle #analysis #< its not but thats the tag im using to save my own posts now

[creacherkeeper]

for the prompts: ayda teaching adaine or riz how to organize her library 💜💜

Intense scrutiny was never a thing Ayda had been good with. She knew she was skilled in many areas, and wouldn’t hesitate to inform others of that if they asked, because purposefully underselling yourself to make others like you always seemed like a double-edged sword (this Ayda had learned the metaphor of double-edged sword very young, because there were, in Leviathan, many actual double-edged swords around at all times). So, she knew she was smart, and was fine with others knowing she was smart, as well as very dedicated and practical and ambitious. She was, also, as a related point, impervious to heat as a half-phoenix. None of these things, however, stopped her from sweating under her armpits.

“How long until we get to work with the actual books?” Adaine asked, glasses being polished by her cleaning rag as Riz held both their notepads. “If I don’t get to breathe in old book smell in the next hour I might die.”

“I’m sure Ayda has a training process and we’ll follow it and be patient because that’s the best way to learn,” Riz said. He grinned at her encouragingly, all sharp pointed teeth. He didn’t look like he’d slept.

“Yes,” Ayda replied. “I do. I do have a process. And we’ll be following it. It’s- well, usually, it’s being followed by retired pirates who’ve had a few too many limbs blown off, and not high school interns, so- it’s- we’ll have to modify it a little, but that’s fine, and this is going to go fine.”

“It’s totally gonna be fine,” Riz agreed, handing Adaine back her notepad. “We’re going to be great interns and you’re not going to regret this at all.”

“Right.” Ayda blinked. “That’s correct. I won’t.”

Riz had a habit of saying technically encouraging things in a way that most people would find highly disconcerting, but Ayda reminded herself that he truly did mean it well and tried not to read the comment badly. Some people were thrown off by him ping-ponging back and forth between completely literal and menacingly sarcastic, and while Ayda at first found herself to be one of them, after spending more time with him (and explicitly asking Adaine through message cantrips) she was getting better at reading his intent.

“I’m so excited I could eat a book,” Adaine said, bouncing on her toes. She quickly continued, “That was not literal. I respect books too much to eat them and it would also likely kill me. I’m just very eager to be working here for the whole summer. Couldn’t possibly think of a better way to spend it. What are we learning first?”

Ayda tried to force her wings to smooth from their bristled state. Eating books was explicitly banned in the Compass Points.

“We’re going to be learning about the library’s organization system,” she said, slipping into her more rigid and formal vocal affect without really meaning to. “It’s unique to the Compass Points and will require dutiful study to master.”

Riz beamed. Adaine’s face skewed in confusion.

“You don’t use the Dewdrop Decimal system?”

Don’t bristle, don’t bristle. The quills of her feathers itched against her skin.

“No. My system was developed decades and decades before Dewdrop and is superior in every way. Dewdrop Decimal was basically a scam artist and is no academic in my eyes. If his organizational system were ever to touch the Compass Points, I’d rather burn the whole thing to the ground and start over.”

Tension crackled between the two girls. Riz grinned again, this time more of a face-wrinkling grimace. He held out his hands.

“Well, how about while we’re here, we just focus on learning Ayda’s system, since that’s what this library uses, and you can continue organizing all the shelves at Mordred by Dewdrop, and not try to reorganize anything here because Ayda might literally kill you?”

There was a loud pop. They turned. Aelwyn stood with a large, dusty tome in her hands, chewing slowly. She popped her gum again, then spoke.

“Is she being a nerd again?”

Ayda stared. “There’s no bubblegum allowed in the library.”

A pause.

“Rawlins gave it to me.”

“Well, Rawlins is expected to know all the rules here, so if that’s true, he’ll be punished swiftly and harshly.”

A few blinks. “I … I traded Rawlins some gum so I could look at this book.”

Riz stood on his tiptoes, neck craning. “Is that the book he keeps with him at all times because if he doesn’t have it, he turns into a pile of bones?”

Aelwyn shifted defensively. “I don’t see why I’m under interrogation here, I just came to say hi.”

Hands rising to cover her face, Ayda tried to breathe.

“Aelwyn, give Rawlins his book back,” Adaine said, short. “And stop stealing my gum, you know I need it for when I study.”

“None of you are any fun at all, but fine.”

The gum popped again as Aelwyn walked away.

Little flickers of flame heated Ayda’s palms as she breathed—deep, calming breaths in and out. Usually, if a new recruit didn’t work out, she could just drop them out the window and let them swim back to some other part of Leviathan while she put a new sign up on the banned patrons wall. But these were her friends. That made it more stressful, somehow.

“I’m really excited to learn about this organizational system, Ayda,” Riz said pointedly. There was a small thump, then a sound like a whap.

“Yes, I am too,” Adaine said.

Ayda dropped her hands. She stared at the floorboards in the space between them.

“Yes. Okay.” She cleared her throat, trying to speak more confidently. “The Ayda Aguefort Library Informational System was developed to revolve around the domains—both divine and scholarly. Some topics are obvious to sort. A book about frogs would fall under the Animal Domain. A book about the legal system would fall under Law. But all books are sorted by their primary domain and then within that, a secondary. So, a book about Leviathan, for example, would fall under the primary domain Civilization and then secondary Watery Death. It’s most important to know a book’s primary domain, and is usually easy to find the secondary following that, as long as you have adequate knowledge of what you’re searching for.”

“Watery death?” Riz whispered.

“Where’s the friendship section?” Adaine said curiously.

Ayda shifted. She blinked a few times, still not looking at them. “Primary, Community. Secondary, Joy.”

She risked a glance up. There was a broad, warm smile on Adaine’s face, eyes squinted happily behind her glasses.

“I take it back. I like this system much better than Dewdrop.”

Ayda’s chest flushed with pride. “Thanks. I do too.”

Footsteps. They glanced up as Aelwyn approached again, one hand on her hip and the other swirling the heavy tome in the air. “Yeah, I don’t know how to put Rawlins back together.”

Tension lessening, Ayda let herself chuckle. “Okay, we’ll take care of that, and then we go back to learning about the library.”

Adaine bounced up to her and linked their arms. The contact was warm and comforting.

“Lead the way, captain.”

#fantasy high #dimension 20 #ayda aguefort #adaine abernant #riz gukgak #aelwyn abernant #fantasy high fic #love that ur prompt was literally just 'autism squad being nerds?' like i love that for us #ayda pov my beloved <3 <3 <3 #sorry im incapable of not putting aelwyn into everything :(((((( but you know me #had to balance out nerd squad #okay ENJOY <3

[princesssarcastia]

2021 Harry Potter Fanfic Primer

im here to point fingers at the incredible authors that have enabled my new interest in HP content.  im still conflicted and upset about it, tbh, but for now we’re leaning into the curve.  we’re getting out our shovel and finding out just how deep we can make the hole we’re in.  hand in unlovable hand my beloved <3.  anyway, these fics are wonderful, their authors are wonderful, and you should go read their stuff. if there’s a star next to it that means im losing my mind over it and always will be.

Creatively Maladjusted, by elumish on AO3, 101k  (they also have a wonderful writing advice blog on tumblr, @elumish, which I recommend following if you are a writer) 

A very excellent re-telling of harry’s first year at hogwarts if he were sorted into Slytherin, plus some more not!fic or piecemeal re-tellings of his second and part of his third year.  Harry, in this, has a slightly different trauma response to growing up with the Dursley’s.  He’s a bit quieter, and the signs are a bit more obvious to the people around him, and I enjoyed that immensely. 

Honestly, if you’re going to get sucked into something you have absolutely no business getting sucked into, elumish is the way to go, their fic is incredible. their teen wolf fic is also immaculate, if you’re so inclined. 

Dissonance, by ImpishTubist on AO3, 2.5k (@impishtubist on tumblr)

Set during fifth year.  Oblivious!Harry has always been a delightful trope when well executed, and this is well executed.  Plus, some angst between Remus and Harry over what Umbridge has been doing to him.

I would certainly recommend a lot of ImpishTubist’s other hp work on AO3, like Lacuna.

blow us all away, by rexcorvidae on AO3, 23k (@rexcorvidae on tumblr)

In progress (like, updated last week in progress).  Currently in the beginning of Harry’s first year.  Fem!Harry, Indian!Harry.  Hagrid puts Harry in touch with Remus when she has questions about her parents, and they become reluctant, traumatized, angst-ridden pen pals who keep missing each other’s true intentions like ships in the night.  hot DAMN do I love this fic.  there’s hints of the way the dursley’s treat Harry peaking through in her letters, and I appreciated the attention to “hmm, her experience as a girl of indian descent in britain under the thumb of a bunch of white people who like being Normal may not have been gucci”

Definitely comb through the rest of their HP fic, too, I may or may not have gone feral over it.

Where the Heart is, by silver_fish on AO3, 15k (@kohakhearts on tumblr)

Woof.  This one said, “hey, harry was probably SUPER depressed in the summer after fifth year.  like, clinically.  maybe someone should do something about that.”  Fuck yeah.  Then this one said, “that someone was Snape.”  You all know my opinions on Snape; generally, Bad.  But damn if this fic didn’t wholly convince me by the end of it.  I thought it was a very realistic way for Snape to start seeing Harry as a person all on his own, and not a proxy for Snape’s angst over James and Lily, respectively.  The angst is wonderful, the ending is even more so.

*bernie sanders voice* I am once again asking you to read through the rest of the author’s HP fic.  a lot of them have similar themes; there’s actually a great one with Molly that i’m not reccing here, Wonder.

☆Bindings, Bindings, by Quietlemonhush on AO3, 60k (@quietlemonhush on tumblr)

WORDS CANNOT EXPRESS TO YOU HOW MUCH I ENJOYED/AM ENJOYING THIS.  If I had to pick a single fic and say “you, it’s your fault I’m stuck here,” it would be this one.  Anyway Lily in the afterlife is So Very Angry about how Petunia is treating Harry, and how Sirius is rotting in Azkaban, and how Remus is alone, that she literally brings herself back to life and drags James and Regulus with her.  All three of them are there to chew bubblegum and fix everything that went wrong after they died—and would you look at that, they’re all out of bubblegum!  There’s only Fury left.  That inciting premise is very crack, but every moment after that is very much not crack.  Lily and James love harry more than anything, the way a child should be loved; James and Sirius have the epic friendship of a lifetime; Sirius and Remus have staggering amounts of resolved sexual tension and take turns keeping each other in check; Regulus, though he realized that Voldemort and his family were shit before he died, is still unlearning all his racist bullshit and, also, years of trauma.  Actually, they’re all traumatized, but hey: now they have one another again and not a damn one of them seems inclined to let go anytime soon.  Quietlemonhush went, “hey, HP has a lot of Awful people in it, and a lot of Righteous people in it, and many of them are Very, Very Powerful; also, love is the most powerful force in the universe” and i said “hell yes tell me more right now.”  And then they did!

Quietlemonhush writes Sirius/Remus in a way that makes it sooo much fun to devour, so the rest of their HP fic is most certainly worth a look, if that’s your thing.

Rebuilding, by Colubrina on AO3, 113k (@colubrina on tumblr)

Hermione/Draco (*shrug emojis into the abyss* yeah, yeah, like none of us have ever been there before).  Takes place during Hogwarts 8th year, and while the beginning is, IMO, a little unfair to Ron, it gets much better.  Tells the story of Hermione and Draco clearing the air, learning to like each other, having some hormones over each other, and then falling in love.  Also tells the story of Hermione and Theo Nott becoming friends; the story of how every single 7th and 8th year student is fucked to hell by the war and the Carrows; the story of how they start an emotional support group about it and all become friends; and the story of, what the hell do you do with yourself after that kind of trauma?

I’ve been dipping in and out of Colubrina’s HP since before I was even on tumblr; I actually found them in those dark yesteryears when the only fandom interactions I had were on fanfiction.net.  Of such fame as Green Girl, which is an HP fic staple, and has also written a lot of wackier, crackier, and darker things than that.  If you don’t take yourself too seriously, I highly recommend many of their big HP works, though I imagine it’ll press some people’s buttons.  Colubrina’s work really does take up a corner of my mind whenever I’m in an HP mood, and will take up yours if you let it.

☆ all waiting is long, by shuofthewind on AO3, 149k ( @shu-of-the-wind on tumblr)

This is so well written that I can’t stop thinking about it.  It is occupying my mind when I lie awake at night, you know?  It’s one of those.  Hermione messes with something she probably shouldn’t have in Grimmauld Place, so when Sirius is sent through the Veil in the Department of Mysteries, she gets thrust into an alternate universe...in 1975.  Instead of handwaving it away, shuofthewind actually gets into the mechanics of it in a way that makes sense, to emphasize that hermione is never going home.  ever. The world she finds herself is shifted slightly to the left, quite a bit darker, but in a “the author is treating the idea of a society-wide conflict over blood purity much more seriously than JKR ever did” way, not a sensationalist way.  Now, Hermione has to grapple with all her grief at losing everyone she’s ever loved or known, the moral/ethical/magical implications of sharing what she knows about her future in an alternate world, and, you know, a goddamn war with people who want to murder her for being who she is.  This Hermione is smart, and she’s kind, and she’s powerful, and she’s making real friends.  If you hate JKR’s guts I’d go read this right now, because it delivers in all the ways she failed us.  It’s plotty, its got great world-building, and it pulls back the white curtain on the wizarding world to show you that, like real life, it’s multicultural and full of queer people...and the discrimination that comes with both.

shuofthewind write epics, mainly for the MCU, and I’ve read some of them a looooong time ago, so this fic kinda seemed out of left field for me but im SOOOO GLAD it exists.  If you want MCU fic you can sink your teeth into, go for it, but alas, they do not have any more HP fic (.......yet?)

Speak Now [+] Listen Now, by mrsfrizzle on AO3, 33k altogether

Harry reaches out to Remus for support because Umbridge is getting to him with her literal torture.  Remus, being a former professor, former mandatory reporter, person who loves Harry and has since he was born, and all around good man, tells Harry he has to tell someone, or Remus will.  It’s everything any adult looking back on that time in HP canon ever wanted, which is for an actual adult to say “what the fuck, those are literal chidlren” and then do something about it.  Then, a far more dangerous task: Harry trusts Remus enough to go to him about the Dursleys.  Harry and Remus’ relationship develops SO WELL, and there’s a bit of exploration about how Sirius may not exactly be guardian material, because he did in fact spend 12 years of his life getting tortured instead of growing up.  I think I’m actually going to go reread this right now, because it speaks to my id.

they do have some other HP fic which did not appeal to my hyperspecific wants, but may appeal to some of yours.  I think they’re also a published author, there should be a link on their profile page.

chase the stars, by Duskglass on AO3, 101k (@felix-duskglass on tumblr)

When Harry is five years old, a picture of him ends up in the Daily Prophet, and Sirius Black, Terror of Ministry Officials Touring Azkaban everywhere, gets a hold of that issue.  He then, in order: breaks out of Azkaban; crosses the countryside to Surrey; Finds Harry: Kidnaps Harry; Breaks Into Remus’ Apartment; starts processing (or maybe just acknowledging) his trauma from Azkaban, the war, and his childhood; and pines after Remus.  It’s a little plotty, and deals a lot (sometimes through flashbacks) with the specific awful things that happened to Sirius—largely because, after years in the constant presence of Dementors, those are nearly literally the only memories he has left.  It’s a wonder he’s got the strength to love Harry and Remus at all.  But then, maybe it isn’t.

This is a Very Serious Fic, but the rest of Duskglass’s HP work is actually just cracky enough to tickle your funny-bone, while still making you think “okay but why couldn’t we have done that in the first place.”

So!  That’s it for recs, for now.  These are all things I’ve found and read in the last month; if any of y’all are interested in my old HP recs, let me know and I can make a post for that, too.  While I’m still very conflicted about my choice of current fandom, I am not in ANY way conflicted about my taste in fic and authors.  Send these guys some love, read their fic if you’re so inclined, and leave some nice comments at the end of it.

#harry potter #hp #fic recs #hp fic #to the authors: if for some reason you don't want to be on this list #let me know and i'll be happy to take your part down #tho i'm hoping you're fine with it because i want other people to read this stuff #and then cry about it with me #harry potter fic #harry potter fic recs

[spookyrobbins]

Okay enough with the angst 😢 my heart actually hurt at the champagne and bubblegum!

Now can you make FLUFFY hcs out of the original words? (Think of it as an antidote to your angst hcs 😢)

1.) Christmas tree

2.) Bubble

3.) laundry

4.) stars

5.) bubblegum

6.) scalpel

7.) cheeseburger

8.) iPhone

9.) basement

10.) x-ray

oh thank god

1.) Christmas tree

their first Christmas, arizona was supposed to go spend Christmas with her parents and callie had pulled the Christmas shift and callie was all cavelier about it bc she wasn't all that keen on seeing her family after coming out but arizona could tell she was bummed about Christmas

so on a day when callie was working a double, arizona went out and bought a Christmas tree for callie and cristina's apartment and decorated the whole apartment so when callie came home it was like christmas had exploded on her apartment

2.) Bubble

their wedding was perfect and magical and admittedly, they both had a not insignificant amount to drink

people just kept pressing glasses of champagne into their hands but it was perfect and they were married and in love and the bubbles just made everything a bit floaty

they couldn't exactly go on a honeymoon, not with how much work they had already missed over the past few months and neither was really ready to leave sofia for prolonged periods of time

but as they stumbled into their apartment, still in their wedding dresses, unable to keep their hands off each other, heads just a bit fuzzy from the champagne and the excitement of the day, it was pretty close to perfect

3.) laundry

callie hated doing her laundry

correction: callie didn't exactly know how to do her laundry

her parents had people who did laundry at home and then there had been a service at university and med school, even in the peace corps, callie had managed to avoid laundry; when she lived at the hospital, she just slipped her clothes in with the scrubs and only had to bribe martin the laundry guy a hundred bucks a month to do it

but arizona, arizona was all self-sufficient and independent and scheduled time to do laundry every week and callie didn't want to seem like a spoiled brat who needed to send her laundry out but she also didn't want to admit to arizona that she didn't know how to do her laundry and she was broke and she really needed clean underwear

"calliope, sorry, but do you not know how to do your laundry?" "pst, no, I mean, of course, I know how to do laundry" "so you're just gonna wash your red stuff and your blue stuff and your white stuff all together" "yes?" "how, erm, patriotic of you?"

for almost two weeks, callie managed to sneak by with letting arizona do her laundry, until arizona cottoned on and forced callie to actually learn how to do laundry

callie whined and tried to get out of it until arizona said that they could make out while the laundry ran

4.) stars

on their first date, arizona mentioned that she was interested in astronomy (it was something she did with her brother, but she didn't tell callie that)

so callie, for their 5th or 6th date (sometime before izzie and alex's wedding) set up a picnic on the roof of her building on what was supposed to be a clear night so they could stargaze

only problem was as soon as they stepped out on to the roof, the heavens opened up

but it wasn't a total wash, they went down and hung out in callie's apartment and ate what they had managed to salvage of callie's picnic and drink the wine arizona brought and dance around together

that was the first time callie could tell that she could have a real future with arizona

5.) bubblegum

callie always chews watermelon gum before surgeries and after surgeries and she and arizona always hook up after surgeries, particularly really intense ones, which is all well and good

except for arizona started to develop a bit of a pavlovian response to the taste of watermelon gum and basically any time she has anything that is like that fake watermelon flavour like candy or gum she gets horny

6.) scalpel

arizona first noticed callie in the or - there aren’t many female orthos to begin with and there certainly aren’t many with gorgeous eyes and intriguing voices and a commanding presence

it was a major trauma so there were people coming and going as they tried to juggle the high demand and arizona hadn’t even noticed callie slip in to assess the kid’s broken pelvis and arizona was honestly stressed out bc she was at the tail end of her fellowship and webber and kenley were after her to sign a contract and she was fielding calls from mccale and 5 other hospitals and webber was in the gallery

but callie came in and arizona wanted to know more

7.) cheeseburger

when arizona and sofia landed in new york, the first place they went to eat was a burger place; callie had suggested pizza, but sofia wanted a milkshake (and honestly, arizona always felt like pizza could be a bit loaded with callie, which sounded a bit insane in her own mind)

as she sat across the table from sofia and callie, she was struck by the fact that her and callie's first date had been over cheeseburgers and if she could go back and tell that version of herself what was to come, she probably wouldn't believe it - it was filled with heartbreak and pain and so, so much joy

and watching callie try to steal some of sofia's milkshake, while sofia protested heartily, arizona knew that she really wouldn't trade it for anything, just so long as they all ended up together and happy

8.) iPhone

arizona is notorious for breaking phones; she's not a clumsy person, just everyone around her is clumsy ("sure, dear, that tracks")

most of the times she's cracked her screen are heelys related incidents and therefore anyone who's seen her crack her screen is under threat of death if they breathe a word of it to callie

alex actually has a whole list of demands for when inevitably he sees her crack her screen again

callie always knows that arizona has broken her phone bc she comes home to tons of baking (always including a banana cream pie for alex)

9.) basement

a few months into dating, callie dragged arizona down to the basement

arizona honesty had thought callie was joking when she said she lived at the hospital after all arizona had had long stretches during residency when she only left the hospital to buy cigarettes

but no callie had seriously lived in the basement which was a lot ?

and as callie talked about webber finding her there and george, all arizona said was “maybe we should make some better memories in here” and grinned

10.) x-ray

callie likes bones, she really likes bones

and she was sure that arizona had nice bones

but she would rather not have to look at them if possible bc that would mean that arizona was hurt

but she had been right arizona had nice bones

it was teddy’s fault, that’s what arizona claimed; teddy argued the opposite as they sat in the x-ray room

callie was pretty sure arizona didn’t have any broken ribs curtesy of teddy charging arizona with her shoulder dropped in an effort to stop her shot (arizona kept calling for someone - callie wasn’t sure who - to give teddy a red card)

thankfully she had no broken ribs, just a nasty bruise and an excuse to spend the rest of the weekend cuddling with callie

#ask games #i hope this makes up for earlier sadness #anon #no post on sundays

[doinlifeafterfights]

Princess Bubblegum’s Friggin Revenge

Summary: It’s been three days, and Princess Bubblegum is tired of it.

Super, super brief writer’s note: Okay this is my first fandom story for Adventure Time!!!! I worked super hard on it for about four hours so I hope you find it alright I tried my best to make it long but I felt it was already getting way too long so I just tried to trim it down to a reasonable length should take you a while to read so maybe get some snacks first before settling down to read it there are no huge warnings for this story I guess just that there are some sad moments in it and the story features Princess Bubblegum yeah I know there’s only one character in this story but like I really wanted to focus on her emotional growth in this one ya know so please bear with me I hope you like it please make sure to leave a comment and a like if I have the energy and a lot of feedback like seriously a ton of feedback I may write another one of these or maybe I’ll just shift gears to focusing again on my Mary Poppins story it’s gonna be titled Mary Poppins’ Revenge Idk just lmk if you’re interested I worked pretty hard on this one so please go easy on me with the feedback but also please don’t hold back I’ll only get better if I get honest opinions ahhh anyway here it is I hope you like it and if you do please don’t forget to hit the heart button at the bottom of this story I’d like to thank every last one of my seven followers you seven are my friggin ride and dies and all of those to come who like this THANK YOUUUU :)

Disclaimers and Warnings: I do not own Adventure Time, I just own the complex plot of this story. This story’s inspiration came out of the blue; I don’t really know where the inspiration came from, I was seriously just legit walking my dog yesterday, and then POOF, a story like this one came to mind… out of nowhere. I have no idea why I had the itch to write this suddenly. Huh. Weird. All right, right, onto the story!!!

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Princess Bubblegum was sitting on her plushy throne. Normally she’d be chewing gum happily, but no, not today. Today she was sullen, sad, crying. March 30th. This made day three of her no longer being with...

“I hate him,” she said. “I hate Finn, I hate him, I HATE HIM!” she bellowed, running her fingers through her hair.

“Jump in the friggin dishwasher, Finn! Do it, do it, do it!!” she screeched to the wall.

Silence.

“Fine. You won’t do it?” She smiled slowly. “Fine, that’s fine— I SAID THAT’S FINE! You know what I’ll do? I’ll make you!” Bubblegum proceeded to make a mini replica of Finn...by using bubblegum. She then ran to her kitchen and opened the dishwasher with the Finn in hand. She opened the dishwasher and—

“HAH, PSYCH!”

She then whipped around to her sink, shoved the mini Finn down the drain. She flipped on the switch.

GNRGNRGNRNGR…

“You deserve the garbage disposal.”

She eventually removed herself from the kitchen to lie on her pink bed. There, she wept softly. It was a long, restless night until finally she was able to sleep again. You know why, reader? Because she was able to realize something. She realized she didn’t need Finn. She didn’t need Finn or his dog, Jake. She didn’t need his blue shirt and weird white hat thingy he also wore for some reason. She had herself, and she wouldn’t miss him, not anymore.

She smiled as her eyes slowly shut.

Writer’s after note: Gahh, I know, I know, I’m sorry, it is kind of short isn’t it. Idk, if you guys care, just ask and I may make this into a series or something, I know it has a ton of potential. But if you don’t care, lmk and I’ll put all my efforts back into the upcoming Mary Poppins’ Revenge story!

#adventure time #love #princess bubblegum #finn #Finn the friggin stupid human #jake #jake the dog #moving forward #bubblegum doesn’t need finn #princess #QUEEN #fandom #fan fiction #fanfiction #please reblog #this must go viral

[kafeuka]

[1/1] darling, it’s cold outside (we’ll be alright)

Before Jeongguk dies, he wanted to accomplish a lot of things. Most of his goals were unrealistic, things that could only happen in his dreams. He began writing a bucket list, and due to his indecisiveness, the lists were often crumpled and tossed into the bin.

Months ago, Jeongguk decided to keep the list short, simple and attainable.

Weeks ago, Jeongguk decided that he should start crossing off stuff from the list.

Tonight, Jeongguk decided that he would do it all at once.

And along the way, he met a vibrant man with bubblegum hair, clad in his signature black sparkling, glitter jacket.

(or: Jeongguk and Jimin went on a roadtrip to cross off everything on Jeongguk's bucket list)

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Fingers picking on the loose thread of his jeans, feet incessantly tapping against the tiled floor, restless round eyes staring intently at the wall clock — one could tell that Jeongguk was feeling nervous and yet his parents paid him no mind.

 Aside from the sounds of his parents chewing and cutleries clashing against ceramic bowls, the table was silent. It had been like that since Jeongguk could remember that at this point, it felt more normal than when any of them decided to start a conversation. He barely touched his food, too busy staring at the clock situated on the wall near the empty seat. As they were a family that respected traditions and rules, Junghyun’s seat had been left empty for nearly three years now. Father was always sat facing mother while Jeongguk would face Junghyun, but all he was seeing now was an unoccupied seat and beige-coloured wall.

 Jeongguk was shaken from his reverie when he heard mother’s voice from his side. “Why aren’t you eating?”

 “Ah...” he dumbly responded before he reached out for the chopsticks and pretended to pick up some radish. “I’ve had a big lunch and continued snacking earlier,” he lied.

 Back when he was younger, he was taught that he should not lie. He never liked lying anyway, he hated the feeling of getting caught. These days, however, the lies would just roll out of his tongue rather smoothly; it was as easy as breathing.

 He surmised that he was a professional liar as his mother did not question him and instead resumed eating her food.

 One of the rules during dinner was to wait for everyone to finish eating before leaving the table and Jeongguk thought this had to be the longest he had ever waited — in fact it was probably even more excruciating than that one day on Thanksgiving. He blamed it on the nerves and the abundance of food his mother decided to cook today. Exhaling quietly, he decided to calm down by stuffing himself with the fried rice. After all, letting himself get too invested in counting the minutes only made the wait even longer.

 As soon as both of his parents placed their eating utensils on the table, Jeongguk dashed towards the wet kitchen and abruptly washed the dishes, eager to get away from the suffocating silence.

 After he was done, he would go straight to his bed room and stayed there for the remaining of the night. But not tonight. Tonight, Jeongguk had plans to do something else. Tonight, Jeongguk was finally going to do it.

       Before Jeongguk dies, he wanted to accomplish a lot of things. Most of his goals were unrealistic, things that could only happen in his dreams. He began writing a bucket list, and due to his indecisiveness, the lists were often crumpled and tossed into the bin.

 Months ago, Jeongguk decided to keep the list short, simple and attainable.

 Weeks ago, Jeongguk decided that he should start crossing off stuff from the list.

 Tonight, Jeongguk decided that he would do it all at once.

      Nearly everyone in Jeongguk’s group of friends were either the youngest or the middle child. More often than not, they would always complain how they were being treated unfairly because of the hierarchy. As Jeongguk grew older, he was expecting to have only hand-me-downs from Junghyun. After all, it was Junghyun’s crib he slept on and Junghyun’s outfits that he wore for the first few years of his life.

 The hand-me-downs stopped when Jeongguk reached sixteen, because there were not any items of Junghyun that could be passed down to him. Wearing Junghyun’s shirts and playing Junghyun’s console brought uneasiness and guilt crawling underneath his skin.

 But to cross off the first item on Jeongguk’s bucket list, he would need to borrow Junghyun’s car.

 Junghyun’s car was not exactly something that stepped out of Jeongguk’s dream — it was an old 4x4 truck, painted in cherry red, that did not have a working air conditioner. In addition to the unbearable heat, it never failed to make a loud screeching noise whenever the engine was started. The truck was not much, but Jeongguk knew it was a gift from their father that Junghyun treasured the most.

 The amount of times he had ridden the truck with Junghyun could be counted with just one hand, and he only enjoyed half the time they spent in the wretched truck.

 When the clock struck ten thirty, Jeongguk tiptoed down the stairs and as subtle as he could, he grabbed Junghyun’s car keys from the key rack near the front door. Snatching the keys was effortless; Junghyun’s car keys had a small red electric guitar keychain attached to it and seeing as all the lights were turned off, his parents were probably already sleeping upstairs.

 Starting up the car, however, was quite a challenge. He could still recall the secondhand embarrassment he felt whenever every time Junghyun started up the car in public, how everyone would turn their heads towards their direction because the engine made noises so loud that if the sky had hands, it would cover its ears. With a deep breath and unsteady hands, he carefully inserted the key into the keyway and silently prayed that the noise would not wake his parents up. He had no idea what he was supposed to say if they saw him in Junghyun’s car and he certainly could not afford to get caught. It was his only chance and it had to be tonight; any other day would not feel right.

 Once he turned the key, the truck began to make loud noises that would easily be mistaken as high-pitched squeals but there was no doubt that anyone in the Jeon household would know if someone had started up Junghyun’s car. He counted until five under his breath, not bothering to wait for the truck to fully warm up before he shifted to the reverse gear to back up the car and drove as far from the house as he could.

 “Wow,” he muttered under his breath, the adrenaline rushing through his veins. Unconsciously, his grip on the steering wheel was tightened as his heart pattered excitedly against his ribcage.

 He let out a laugh, amazed and proud at himself for taking the very first step that he had been so scared of. With the window lowered and a gratified feeling he had not felt for years, he thought:

 This must be what freedom tastes like.

           Jeongguk always preferred the silence to the loud. Which was why he was questioning himself why he’d let his three AM shadow to write the bucket list that included going a strip club as a part of it.

 A small part of him had always wondered what it was like to pay for a stranger to dance on him, to pretend that he was the only person in the world that mattered.

 He had sat inside the truck for ten minutes, staring at the eye-catching neon lights of the club’s exterior, debating whether he should ditch this one goal or just went on with it. He was so close to driving away, to never come back and pretended it was never on the list but he knew tonight, the list would do all the decisions for him whether he liked it or not.

 Based on his research, the club should be opened half an hour ago and yet when Jeongguk entered, he could count the amount of people there with one hand. The music was not as loud as he expected it to be — he can still hear the whistles from whom he assumed were the customers and the sounds of the bartender mixing up a drink.

 He paid no attention to the other clients, deciding that it was better to focus on himself and his bucket list for tonight. Just as he seated himself, a man with only a bowtie and a tight, black shorts approached him with a lazy smile.

 “What can I getcha tonight?”

 “Uh...” Jungkook looked up to him, hoping he looked like he was not lost. He swallowed and the guy only raised an eyebrow, which made him more nervous and somehow his answer came out as a question. “Juice...?”

 The guy’s face softened as he broke into a small laughter and Jeongguk could feel his face warmed up. Thankfully, he thought, at least the low lighting made it impossible to see his reddening face.

 “Oh honey, I meant I can getcha a beer, we ain’t got no juice here, I can also have someone dance for ya.”

 “In that case,” Jeongguk gulped before standing up from his seat. It was evident on his face that Bowtie was confused. “Please excuse me... I-I gotta go to the bathroom.”

 “Suit yaself.”

 Jeongguk wanted to run away. It was not for him; he knew it from the beginning but he could not bring himself to give up just like that. It was what Junghyun would have wanted. Instead of going straight back to the parking lot, he ran to the bathroom.

 The bathroom was clean, the walls were painted purple with pictures of men doing inappropriate poses hung on it. Jeongguk washed his face, hoping that in some way it could wash away all his thoughts of being a chicken. He stared at his reflection on the mirror, berating himself for even thinking of backing away. He had only just started, and if he were to stop now, he will never forgive himself ever.

 With new determination and fists shoved inside the pockets of his yellow jacket, he walked out of the bathroom, head held up high only for him to stop in his tracks when he saw a familiar face. Not far from the entrance of the bathroom, he saw a loyal customer from the jeans store he worked at. Jeongguk was good with faces, but this one was certainly unforgettable — pastel pink hair, rosy freckled cheeks and strawberry-tainted pillow lips. From where Jeongguk was standing, he could make out the usual glittered black jacket that he was always donning and the tight, ripped jeans that seemed painted on his legs.

 The person in front of him was bigger and taller than he was, his muscles were prominent despite the white shirt covering them. Jeongguk caught a few words from their conversation — or, a better way to say it was an ‘argument’.

 The Bigger one had his arms folded, trying to convince the Smaller to do something from the way he said, “You have to!”

 The Smaller had his brows furrowed, lips frowning and eyes burning raging fire as he countered back, “No!”

 Bigger said something before pointing a finger and prodding it on Smaller’s chest, seeming as if to threaten him, before leaving Smaller with his chest heaving and looking as if he was just told that his best friend had been sleeping with his partner.

 Absentmindedly, Jeongguk walked over, suddenly filled with the urge to comfort him even though they never really interacted aside from “is this the size you’re looking for?”

 “Rough night?”

 “Piss off,” Smaller spat out, glaring at Jeongguk. He crossed his arms in irritation, turning away from Jeongguk.

 Ouch. Jeongguk would be lying if he said that did not hurt.

 “You don’t deserve that.” Jeongguk pressed his lips into a straight line before letting out a sigh, placing one hand on the back of his neck and murmuring, “Just like I don’t deserve that.”

 Jeongguk saw the way Smaller’s eyes softened despite the frown on his lips.

Jeongguk did not know what came over him that made him say it, perhaps it was the small voice at the back of his head that reminded him that tonight was all about going out of his comfort zone, and that this would be counted as crossing off one item. Though he cringed when he recalled this back, he felt glad and overflowed with confidence as the words slipped out of his lips.

 “I’m going on an adventure tonight. You’re welcome to join me if you’d like.”

 Smaller’s eyes bulged and his mouth slightly parted open, shocked at the sudden invitation and if Jeongguk were to be honest, he would too if a stranger suddenly invited him to go for an adventure. The words were now out in the open, floating around mindlessly and Jeongguk did not wait for Smaller to catch them and give Jeongguk his answer. To mask his embarrassment, Jeongguk cleared his throat and hastily added, “It’s okay if you don’t want to. I-I’m gonna go now.”

 Awkwardly, he lifted a hand as a farewell gesture before storming off.

 “Oh my god,” he mumbled, fishing for the car key in his pocket. “What did I do that for?” he whispered to himself, horrified at the mess he created.

 He was ready to leave, maybe lie down on the road and wait for an oncoming dumpster truck to run over him, and just as he found the key, he heard a voice screaming, “Wait!”

 He turned to the source of the voice, to find Smaller was jogging towards his direction with his hand up. No longer did he had the frown on his face, and Jeongguk thought that he might have not made a mistake after all. Smaller halted, his chest heaving lightly before his lips stretched into a small smile that made Jeongguk’s heart fluttered.

 “Does the offer still stand?”

 Jeongguk could not help the grin that was taking over himself as he nodded.

 “Great,” Smaller beamed. “I’m Jimin, by the way.”

 “Jeongguk.”

 “Jeongguk,” Jimin said, as if to taste the new name on his tongue. “Do you accept me as your companion for your adventure tonight?”

 Jeongguk chuckled, shaking his head at the silliness he did not expect coming from Jimin.

 “It would be my pleasure, Jimin-ssi.”

        If, in an alternate universe where every thought you have will be written on your forehead, Jimin’s would probably be: ‘adventure, my ass.’

 Five minutes into their so called ‘adventure’ and the Jimin seemed as if he was ready to jump out of the car and run back to the strip club. To say he was worried about boring Jimin would be an understatement, because he could not stop swallowing and glancing at Jimin’s direction. Jimin had his elbow on the windowsill, head resting against his fisted palms as the wind made his bubblegum hair dance.

Jeongguk cleared his throat, straightening his back against the worn-out leather seat. He ran through the questions in his mind, trying to pick the one that was appropriate or interesting.

 “So, Jeongguk.” He heard Jimin spoke and all the questions in his mind dissipated. “Does going to a strip club counted as part of your adventure?”

 Jeongguk nearly choked at the mention of the strip club. He could feel his ears burnt hot as he chewed the inside of his right cheek. Before he could answer, a soft laughter was emitted from Jimin. He turned to Jimin, who was slightly shaking his head that it made his feet relax, his grip on the steering wheel loosened and brought a chuckle out of Jeongguk’s lips.

 “You can say that. Technically that’s not adventurous, as I chickened out and instead recruit you as a companion but yeah, it’s part of the adventure.”

 Jeongguk could tell that Jimin had something he wanted to say, and from the look on the guy’s face, Jeongguk was not sure if he wanted to know.

 “Say, Jimin,” Jeongguk spoke up as he checked his side mirror before pushing down the signal switch and shifting to the next lane. “Are you starving?”

 “Very.”

 “Great. ‘Cause on our next adventure, we’ll be eating the best donkasseu in the whole world.”

       The trip to Yeoju Rest Stop was not as uncomfortable as Jeongguk thought it would be. In fact, at the mention of donkasseu, Jimin was piqued with interest and Jeongguk noted that being excited made Jimin more talkative, that all his worries about drowning in silence vanished in a blink of an eye.

 Jimin argued that the best donkasseu in the world would have to at the restaurant near his home, and when Jeongguk voiced out that he never heard of it, Jimin was a tad bit offended that he promised to take Jeongguk there someday.

 Once they have arrived, Jeongguk was surprised at how lively it was. Although it was nearing midnight, the place was filled with the chatter of the people and the smell of delicious food. Jeongguk stomach grumbled at the sight of the potato pancake, a favourite of his since he was younger.

 Jimin could not help but let out a lot of ‘wow’s as they passed by each of the kiosks. The aunties and uncles behind the counters were greeting them cheerfully and they say words to entice them to buying their product. Jeongguk would have gotten everything if he could, but his main goal was the donkasseu.

 It was the donkasseu or nothing.

 Finally, when they reached the donkasseu kiosk, they halted right in front of it, staring at the menu. One of the waiters came out from the wet kitchen, bringing a tray of two donkasseu and two cans of cola, too busy trying to balance them to acknowledge Jimin and Jeongguk. Jeongguk’s mouth was watering by then, the smell of freshly cooked donkasseu filled his nostrils and all he could think about was stuffing himself with it.

 “Holy crap,” Jimin mumbled as his eyes followed the waiter. “It smells so good.”

 Jeongguk was in no state of mind to answer, afraid that a waterfall of his saliva would spill from his mouth if he did. He swallowed before walking towards the kiosk, hands on the counter. An auntie came out from the door, grinning from ear to ear when she saw them. Jeongguk thanked every deity to ever existed, because he did not know what he would do if someone hadn’t taken his order this instant.

 Jangmi – from the nametag the auntie was wearing – had wrinkles around her kind, almond eyes as she smiled.

 From Jeongguk’s observation when he was younger, every seller had different voices when they speak. He learnt this from his mother, who was a freelance baker. Jangmi had the same voice as his mother when she was attending a customer, though Jangmi’s was more towards pestering in a way, as she attempted to entice the both of them into getting two servings of fried prawns.

 After one full minute of ensuring Jangmi that they were good with just the donkasseu, they sat on a table at the end, the both of them facing each other.

 There was a rumbling sound coming from Jimin that made Jimin’s face turned into a scarlet hue while Jeongguk tried his hardest not to crack a smile.

 “Sorry. The smell, god, everything just smells so good here.”

 “Yeah. I didn’t know a rest stop could be this lively at night.”

 “Really? I thought you’ve been here before.”

 Jeongguk shook his head, lowering his gaze to stare at his fingers that were fumbling with the zipper of his jacket.

 Jimin raised an eyebrow and leaned forward, sensing that there was some sort of story that brought Jeongguk here. Jeongguk bit his lower lip, before answering in a soft voice, “My brother was the one who told me about this place. He really, really, really loved it. He promised to take me someday.”

 Though Jimin’s face had curiosity written all over it, he did not pry for more as his eyes followed the movement of a waiter carrying a bowl of jajangmyeon and tangsuyuk.

 “Thanks, by the way.”

 “For…?”

 “For paying on my behalf,” Jimin answered with a shrug, hoping that it passed as nonchalant but the pink tint on his cheeks indicated otherwise.

 Jeongguk chuckled, letting his head fall in an attempt to cover the smile that was trying to take over his face before replying, “No worries. It’s the least I can do after I drag you to my lame adventure.”

 “It’s not lame! Well, maybe, okay, a little bit.”

 “Hey!”

 The food arrived just in time, and both boys devoured the donkasseu in silent. Junghyun did not lie when he said this was the best donkasseu in the world; it was crispy yet juicy, the meat tender and the sauce, oh god, it was to die for. Jeongguk was the one who emptied his plate first, leaning back against the plastic chair to calm himself. He felt sated, both his heart and stomach.

 Jimin finished a few moments later, leaving the tomatoes on the side of his plate. He too, leaned back against his chair after grabbing a napkin to wipe the corner of his mouth.

 “Man… I don’t think I will ever eat any other donkasseu ever again.”

 “I second that.”

 “This one just put the other donkasseu to shame.”

 “Agreed.” After a while, Jeongguk added, “You don’t like tomatoes?”

 “Eh. Not a big fan,” Jimin murmured, pushing one of the tomatoes with a fork.

 “Me too. But there was sauce on them so I just ate them, and they’re pretty good actually.”

 “So, where do we go next?”

 “We’ll go where the list wants us to go.”

        “You said something about a list. This isn’t just some random adventure, isn’t it?”

 “To tell you the truth, they’re not even an adventure at all. Can eating at a random rest stop be called an adventure? I think it’s just me trying to convince myself that my life isn’t as boring as I make it out to be.”

 “Hm. So, you’re saying that, these are just things that you wanted to do before you die?”

 “You can say it like that, yeah.”

 There was a moment of silent before Jimin erupted with laughter as he slapped his thigh, his body shaking due to the intensity of it that Jeongguk was scared he might accidentally open the door and roll out to the road.

 Jimin calmed down no longer after that, but there was still mirth in his voice. “I can’t believe going to a strip club is part of your list.”

 “Hey!” Jeongguk said rather defensively, glaring at Jimin for a second before focusing back on the road. The road was practically empty, but Jeongguk still had the need to becareful. “It was something that I needed to do, okay.” He was aware of how sulky he sounded. It was not his intention, but it came out that way.

 “Oh shit… don’t tell me you have, like, three more days to live?”

 From the corner of his eyes, Jeongguk could see Jimin was turning his whole body towards him and he fought the urge to roll his eyes because of how silly Jimin was being. He did not have to look to know that sympathy and shock was written all over Jimin’s face. Without meaning to, Jeongguk let out an exasperated groan. “No, Jimin, damn it. The list is just things I needed to do before today ends, okay.”

 “Oh, okay then. That’s cool.” It had not even been five second of silence before Jimin spoke up again, “Wait, wait, wait, I have a question. What else are there in your list?”

 “Why do you ask?”

 “Aw, come on. I’m your companion now. I’d like to help. Isn’t that what companions are for?”

 Jeongguk sighed. He contemplated in telling Jimin, seeing how much laughter came out of him when he knew going to a strip club was in his bucket list. He readied himself for another round of laughter from Jimin as he said, “Do something illegal, smoke—”

 “Jeongguk, what the fuck.”

 “What?” He threw Jimin a pointed look, daring the bubblegum-haired to make fun of him again. Instead, Jimin only throw both his hands up, as if to ensure him that he was not going to say mean things.

 “Okay, go on.”

 “Uh, sleep under the stars—”

 “Jesus, just where do you think we can—”

 “There’s a desert that Junghyun told me about, a few miles away from Yeoju Rest Stop.”

 “Are we heading there now?”

 “Yeah.”

 “Dude, if we sleep now, how else can we cross off the other stuff?”

 “Maybe we can take a short nap…?”

 “Fuck, you know what, let’s do something illegal and smoke first. I know just what to do.”

       The words on paper was written after he gave it some thought. Now that he was about to do it, he now knew clearly, he had not given it enough thought. He did not know why he thought doing something illegal was a great idea. When Jimin laid out the plan, it seemed as if it was very easy to accomplish. But sitting in the car, staring at the broken 24/7 LED sign on top of the wall, made his palms sweat and he could not stop biting his bottom lip.

 The glass walls showed that the store was empty. At most, there would probably be another worker at the storage. He saw an old man behind the cash register, flipping through a newspaper. Who the heck read newspaper at one o’clock in the morning?

 Jimin, on the other hand, seemed eager. Despite the dark, Jeongguk could see his eyes twinkling in mischief. Maybe it was Jeongguk’s brain telling him that it was overheating with just the thought of robbing a store, but Jimin’s eyes shone brighter than his glittery jacket.

 “Are you ready for this?” Jimin whispered, grinning, his eyes not leaving the store.

 His tone made Jeongguk wonder why Jimin was the excited one between the two of them. It should be Jeongguk. Jeongguk was the one with the list. He was the one who created the list. Jeongguk swallowed, tearing his eyes away from Jimin to stare at the man again. The man was too immersed in reading that he did not realize that they had been sitting in the car for ten minutes.

 Jeongguk opened his mouth to speak, eyebrows furrowing as he turned to Jimin. “I don’t think we should—”

 “Trust me.” Jimin’s voice dropped an octave, his gaze was burning with determination, yet the sparkles were still there. “There’s no CCTV here. See?” Jimin pointed at nothing in particular. “No TV. No cameras. It’s one of the oldest stores in the branch, I reckon they don’t even bother upgrading their security system.”

 Perhaps it was how sure Jimin was, how confidence was literally oozing in every word he said and how for the first time tonight, Jeongguk saw the twinkles in his eyes and he did not want them to disappear, that Jeongguk felt assured and gave in. There was, however, one thing that concerned him.

 “But the cigarettes,” Jeongguk murmured. “They’re on the shelves behind him.”

 Jimin gave him a smile, one laced with mischief and promised trouble. Strangely enough, Jeongguk felt at ease though his foot was tapping against the floorboard, and without realizing, his lips curved upwards too, feeling his heart swell twice its size.

      If someone had told Jeongguk that he would be robbing a store with a random guy he picked up at a strip club, Jeongguk would have thought they were out of their mind. Jeongguk only watched as Jimin strutted inside the convenience store as if he owned it. Jeongguk, on the other hand, had to shove his fists inside the pockets of his jacket in a weak attempt to stop them from shaking.

 He hoped he did not look as nervous as he was feeling, because all he could hear were the sound of his heartbeat drumming vehemently in his ears. He went towards the coolers, reading all the names of the beverages to calm his nerves. After pondering for a while, he grabbed the six pack of beer, carefully holding it with both hands in fear he might accidentally drop them. From where he was, he peeked at Jimin, who was approaching the counter with swagger spilling all over the place with his hands holding a few snacks.

 Jeongguk tensed when Jimin nonchalantly leaned against the counter, pointing one of the boxes of cigarettes behind the cashier. The man gave Jimin a disinterested look as he grabbed a box, and when Jimin shook his head no, the man sighed and took another one.

 Jeongguk did not realize he was holding his breath until he heard himself exhale rather loudly, and it was only when Jimin turned to him, giving him a wink that he could finally breathe again.

That was the signal for Jeongguk to get ready to run. The thought of robbing the store so openly with the worker right in front of them had both anxiety and excitement thrumming through his veins.

 He nodded as a response, holding the six-pack close to his chest. He swallowed thickly against the wave of nausea that was bubbling in his throat, and he was certain his cheeks were flushed with the thrill of doing something he should not. He was getting closer and closer to Jimin now, who was still pretending to choose the right brand.

 Once he was only a few steps away from Jimin, Jimin asked for a lighter, earning another sigh from the man.

 “This the right one?” the man asked, not bothering to hide the irritation in his voice.

 “Yes, this’ll do. Perfect, perfect…” Jimin grinned.

 “Great,” the man muttered, folding his newspaper from the counter. When he turned to place the newspaper behind him, Jimin whisper-screamed, “RUN!” and that was all it took for Jeongguk to scamper away, one hand holding the six-pack tightly while the other scrambled to take out the keys from his jacket.

 By the time they have entered the car, it finally dawned on the man that they were gone. His fingers grew clumsy as he heard the man scream, terrible thoughts flooding into his mind as he failed to insert the key into the keyhole.

 “Holy shit, Jeongguk! Fucking drive, fucking drive!!” Jimin yelled, slapping the headrest.

 “STOP RIGHT THERE, FUCKERS!!”

 Jimin’s yelling, combined with the man’s booming voice demanding them to stop, only made Jeongguk’s palm sweat. He bit his lower lip, eyes never leaving the man while his hand was desperately trying to put the key in. Jeongguk expected the man to step over the counter, but thankfully they were given time as the man struggled to lift the counter top.

 “Fuck!!”

 “OH MY GOD,” Jeongguk screamed in both frustration and relief, finally able to insert the key and without even thinking twice, he started the engine, shifted to first gear and reversed.

 “HEY, STOP!!”

 The man was finally out, shaking his fists towards them and that was enough motivation for Jeongguk to press the gas all the way to the floorboard, driving away as fast as he could. From the rear-view mirror, Jeongguk could see the man was screaming, both middle fingers up to their direction.

 There was a moment of silence between the two of them.

 “Fuck,” Jimin murmured, his eyes glued to the dark road ahead of them.

 Jeongguk’s chest were heaving, lungs desperate for air. He could still feel the adrenaline in his veins and a fine sheen of sweat breaking out on his forehead. “Fuck,” Jeongguk muttered before a peal of laughter rose through his chest, escaping his lips before he could even try to hold it in.

 Jimin also burst into a relieved laughter, his whole body vibrating with tiny tremors as he reached out to hold Jeongguk’s shoulder.  

 “Did you—” Jimin had to paused in between his laughter, lightly and repeatedly patting Jeongguk’s shoulder as if the gesture would help to squeeze the words out. “D-did you see his fa-face?”

 “Jimin, don’t—” Jeongguk guffawed, nearly steering them to the other lane.

 “I can’t believe he waddled instead of running, oh dear lord.”

 They laughed and laughed and laughed to their heart’s content and nothing in particular, feeling as if they had the night in the palm of their hands. Jeongguk could not remember the last time he felt this way; free and happy, like birds gliding across the skies.

    Some of the street lights were not working, and Jeongguk had to rely on the headlights and the moonlight to guide them there. They had been laughing their asses of on their way there, too busy recalling the look on the worker’s face and telling the stories of how they were sure they were not going to make it out alive.

 When they arrived at the desert, Jeongguk drove a tad bit further than he intended before shifting the gear to neutral and pulling the handbrake up. Turning off the headlights and engine, both of them went out, with Jimin holding onto the snacks and Jeongguk the beers. Jeongguk placed the beers onto the bed floor of the truck before unlocking the tailgate and climbing inside, Jimin following him afterwards.

 While there was only a landscape of sand ahead of them, above them were black skies painted with specks of sparkling silvers and strokes of velvet and violet. Except for the both of them, the desert was empty of life, and it almost made Jeongguk feel as if they were the only ones awake at this hour; that they were the only ones who witnessed the moon gradually retiring to her slumber.

 Jeongguk sniffed, pulling his jacket closer to him as the cold air nipped on his neck.

 He took out the beers, opened one and handed it to Jimin before opening one for himself. Jimin took the can with a murmur of ‘thanks’ as he placed the snacks before them. Jeongguk took a sip of his first beer, surprised at how bitter it was. He pulled away, staring at the can in disdain. Jimin let out a chuckle at Jeongguk’s expression as he took a sip himself.

 “Blegh, this isn’t that good,” Jeongguk muttered.

 “They’re alright.” Jimin shrugged as he leaned on both of his palms to get a better view of the night sky.

 Jeongguk was never a fan of the dark, but here with Jimin and the winking stars, it gave him comfort. It was half-moon tonight, and while Jeongguk was able to view skies from his bedroom window, he knew nothing could ever beat the view he was witnessing right now. Here, everything was clear. No air pollution, no karaoke noises from the neighbours and no parents who stopped talking to you.

 “I feel bad,” Jeongguk voiced out, shaking the can lightly before sipping on it. He was still not accustomed to the taste, but the thought of not finishing it made him frown. It was the least he could do. He hissed at the taste before adding, “For the cashier guy.”

 Jimin chortled, slightly shaking his head. “Hey, it’s your list.”

 “But still.”

 “You wanna try smoking now?” Jimin asked, taking the cigarette box out of the pocket of his jeans to wave it to Jeongguk. Jeongguk took it, heart pounding against his chest as he held it. There was a dent in the corner and it felt light.

 Reluctantly, he tore open the package and took one stick out of the box. He glanced at Jimin, who was staring at him expectantly with a lighter in his hands.

 “Are you gonna do it with me?” Jeongguk did not like how his voice came out as a whisper, as if to indicate that he was scared of doing it alone.

 Jimin gave a sardonic grin before grabbing the box from Jeongguk, pinching the filter before putting one stick in between his lips before he flicked on the lighter. Jeongguk’s eyes followed the way Jimin brought the lighter closer to him, the light from the fire illuminated on Jimin’s face and casted shadows over his cheeks. Jimin softly inhaled, and when he exhaled, Jeongguk saw there were smoke coming out from both his mouth and nose. Involuntarily, Jeongguk scrunched his nose at the smell of smoke.

 “You’ve done this before, haven’t you?” Jeongguk muttered, suddenly feeling like a fool for assuming that Jimin had not.

 “Back in high school, yeah. Mum died of cancer, so I swore to stop. Occasionally, I found myself breaking my own promise, but most of the time I’m doing all right.”

 “Oh. Sorry. About your mum, I mean. And for making you do this again,” Jeongguk murmured, head hanging low as he rolled the cancer stick between his thumb and index finger. He contemplated in pretending smoking did not exist in the list, just like how he wanted every single thing in the paper to be crossed off without actually doing it.

 “I’m not doing this for you, silly,” Jimin chuckled, taking another drag from the cigarette. When he exhaled, he stretched out his hand away from the floorboard to tap the ashes off of his cig. He said, “We’re in this weird adventure together.”

 Jeongguk liked how that sound. Weird adventure. Together. Jimin made it sound like he genuinely meant it and Jeongguk liked the feeling the words gave him; warmth, as if he was embraced.

 With awkward hands, Jeongguk lifted the stick to his lips, only for Jimin to stop him. “Hold on, darlin’, you gotta—” Jimin reached out, taking the cigarette from Jeongguk to squeeze the filter before handing it back.

 “What do you do that for?” Jeongguk asked, eyes wide in confusion, lower lip jutting out slightly.

 Jimin inhaled the smoke again, and when he exhaled, Jeongguk watched as the wisps of smoke left his lips as he smirked. “You’ll see.”

 Biting his lower lip, Jeongguk fiddled with the cigarette before finally placing it between his lips, careful not to let his tongue touch the filter. His fingers were holding onto the lighter too tightly that if he held onto it for a second longer, he was sure it might break. He was a bit shaky as he flicked the lighter, he noticed, and he was pretty sure his eyes were crossed from staring at the tip of the cigarette too hard.

 When the cigarette was finally lit up, his cheeks were sucked in as he inhaled the smoke greedily, his eyes widened a smidgen when he felt it entering his lungs and he pulled the stick away, coughing up the smoke. He heard Jimin giggle and felt his hand on his back, patting it softly.

 “Greedy boy,” Jimin chuckled, shaking his head in amusement.

 Jeongguk stared at the cigarette in between his thumb and index finger in bewilderment as he smacked his lips. He was surprised that it was not as bad as he expected it to be, in fact it had a cooling effect and tasted like… strawberry. He tried to blink the thought away, he was probably just hallucinating.

 “It tastes weird,” he voiced it out, smacking his lips again. The bitterness of the beer, combined with the bittersweet taste of the cigarette, would not leave his tongue. “Like… strawberry? I don’t know.” He hoped he did not sound like a child when he said that.

 Jimin grinned, flicking the ash. “Yeah. It’s the filter.”

 “Oh,” he deadpanned. “I see.”

 “You don’t have to smoke all the way, you know that, right? You’ve crossed off another item from your list.”

 “Yeah,” he answered quietly, staring at the gray ashes that were forming at the tip of the stick. “Yeah,” he answered again, a bit louder this time as he mirrored Jimin’s action; tapping on the cigarette outside of the truck.

 Jimin climbed down from the truck, breathing in the smoke rather harshly, not stopping as if it would be his last, and Jeongguk had counted until twenty when Jimin finally pulled the stick away and threw it to the ground. He raised his head to the night sky, and Jeongguk watched, mesmerized, as Jimin puffed out the smoke as if he was a dragon.

 The whole thing was fascinating to watch, as if it was something that came out of a movie; Jimin, with his head up, lips slightly parted to let the smoke escape and there were abundant of stars twinkling above him on the jet-black firmament.

 Jeongguk did not realize he was staring, utterly enthralled at the way Jimin was just being himself. He was only snapped out of his dreams when Jimin called out his name, hand reaching out for Jeongguk to hand his cig over.

 Without hesitation, Jeongguk gave Jimin his cig, barely smoked and only a few millimeters short from its original size. Jimin did the same thing he did before, he threw the cigarette to the ground before stomping on the both of them with his black boots. Once he was done, he ran a finger through his bubblegum hair, gave Jeongguk a heart-stopping smile before stepping inside and sat down next to Jeongguk.

 “Not bad, huh?”

 “Not really. It doesn’t feel good either.”

 “Yeah. Don’t ever do it again, though.”

 Jeongguk cracked a smile. “I promise.”

 “That’s a sweet boy.”

 He knew the darkness helped conceal his face, but he turned his face away anyway, hoping that Jimin would not catch the blush that were making its way to his cheeks. A few minutes passed by with the both of them sitting in silence, staring at the sky in admiration, sipping warm beer and eating the snacks they acquired from the convenience store earlier. Jeongguk found that he hated the taste of cigarette on his tongue more than the beer, which lead him into stuffing himself with the snack to rid of the taste.

 Jimin was munching on the potato crisp when he asked, “Was I a part of your list?”

 Jeongguk nonchalantly shrugged as he bit a chocolate-covered biscuit stick. “Yeah, you can say that.”

 “Huh. What was it, if you don’t mind me asking?”

 Jeongguk took another bite of the peppero, humming and lightly tapping the it on his chin as if to appear in a deep thought. “It was… hm… make an impulsive decision.”

 Jimin giggled before plopping a potato crisp in his mouth. “Really, Jeongguk?”

 “Uhuh.” “Thought it’d be picking up a stripper or something.”

 The confusion Jeongguk was feeling was probably evident on his face, because Jimin let out a laugh and explained, “Please don’t tell me you have no idea that I worked there.”

 Jeongguk’s jaw dropped and he was lucky that he was holding the peppero tightly as his hand fell too. Jimin’s laugh only grew louder at Jeongguk’s reaction, enjoying the way Jeongguk was drowning from sea of confusion to shock in just a blink of an eye.

 “Honestly, I only approached you because—” Jeongguk stammered, his eyes were still wide like a deer caught in a headlight, “b-because I recognized you as a,” he paused to swallow, “r-regular at the jeans store I worked at.”

 “Ah! So that’s why I felt like I’ve seen you before!”

 Jeongguk frowned. It would be a lie if he said he did not feel a twinge of pain when Jimin said that.

 The concept of time was soon forgotten as they spent laughing and telling each other stories about each other. Jeongguk was getting gigglier, or maybe Jimin was just a natural comedian, his limbs were tingling and they felt light.

 They shared their horrible experiences with customers, about the best jajjangmyeon they’ve ever eaten and their childhood stories. Jeongguk learnt that Jimin was a rebel in high school, but he always aced every exam so the teachers let him off easy. (“That fueled me to rebel even more, you know?”)

 Compared to Jimin, Jeongguk’s life was a boring, straight line. Nevertheless, he enjoyed listening to Jimin talk animatedly about the troubles he caused years ago. The stories got them doubling over and it was a miracle that none of them had spurted out beer out of their nostrils yet. They calmed down after a while, enjoying the night and the stars in silence with beers and snacks in hand.

 Though he was not fond of it, Jeongguk opened up a second can of beer just to have something to drink. His fingers clumsily grazed against the pop tab a few times before he could successfully get his index finger under the tab and lift the backside to open the can.

 “Question!” Jimin suddenly yelled out with a slap on his thigh. “If we were going to sleep under the stars on this truck, why haven’t you brought pillows and blankets?”

 Jeongguk thought about it for a moment before bursting into laughter, and he never thought of his laughter as contagious, but it coaxed a laughter out of Jimin too.

 “Why didn’t I—” Jeongguk wheezed, body shaking uncontrollably that he had to put the can down. “Why didn’t I th-think about it!”

 The laughter only stopped when Jeongguk felt droplets of water on his face. “Eh?” he questioned, lifting his head up in the sky as he felt more droplets hitting his cheeks.

 “It’s raining!”

 “Shit!” Jeongguk hissed, scrambling to his feet as he grabbed the snacks and the beers. He nearly stumbled as he jumped down to the ground. He heard Jimin giggle as he opened the backdoor, shoving the items in his arms inside.

 “Jeongguk! Get out of there! Come dance in the rain!”

 “Wh-what?” Jeongguk asked in disbelief. God, his tongue felt so weird now.

 Jimin squealed as he climbed down the truck, twirling himself as the clouds began to cry even more. Jeongguk had his back against the truck, eyes trained on Jimin.

 “Take my hand!” Jimin shouted despite the gentle sound of millions of little marbles hitting the truck.

 Reluctantly, Jeongguk took Jimin’s hand and with a giggle, Jimin pulled him closer. They were dancing, holding each other’s hands as they jumped and skipped, ignoring the way their clothes were getting heavier and hair drenched due to the rain. Jeongguk felt like he was floating and Jimin was there, acting as an anchor to help him stay afloat.

 He did not fight the grin that threatened to take over his face, he let the slow warmth spread from his chest to the tips of his fingers as the took the delight in Jimin’s crescent eyes and the happy noises that left his rosy lips. The butterflies in Jeongguk’s stomach were too busy lifting his heart up into his throat for him to be bothered by the rain droplets trickling down from his hair to face.

 “We are gonna get sick!” Jimin squealed, spluttering the rain water that fell down to his face.

 Jeongguk’s eyes lit up at the sight, before he let out a laughter. The sound of water thrumming on steel reminded Jeongguk of millions of hands clapping. As if they were clapping for him and Jimin. As if they were celebrating this moment, where Jeongguk finally overcame his fears. He raised his head to the crying sky, opening his mouth and let rain drip into it, tasting its tears.

 Back in the truck, the both of them had taken their jackets off. The rain had eased off, but they were still tittering and guffawing in delight. Jeongguk sighed in contentment, limbs still tingling as he struggled to grab the keys from his drenched jeans. Everything felt so heavy, and the inside of the truck was wet for god’s sake, but that was not Jeongguk’s main concern.

 “Jimin…” he murmured, resting his back against the seat. “I think… I think I’m drunk.”

 “Oh god…” Jimin chuckled, running his fingers through his wet hair. There were drops that fell onto Jeongguk’s face as Jimin did that. Jeongguk’s reaction was to shake them away, resulting in droplets falling everywhere, which somehow made him feel nauseous.

 “Can you— can you drive? I don’t, I don’t think—”

 When was speaking this difficult?

 “Sure, darlin’, gimme a sec yeah—”

 What was supposed to be done in under a minute stretched into five as Jeongguk felt his lids were getting heavier by the second. He was startled awake when he felt Jimin shaking him from the side. He did not realize Jimin had gotten out of the car and open his door, waking him up so he could move to the passenger seat.

 After a while, Jeongguk was finally on the passenger seat, his whole body turning to face Jimin, who was now holding onto the steering wheel.

 “Okay, okay,” he heard Jimin breathed out, sounding as if he was attempting to calm himself. When the truck finally roared to life, Jeongguk’s lips tugged up into a lazy smile. Slightly shivering, he hugged himself as he let out a sigh.

 “I need you to stay awake, okay?” Jimin asked, caressing Jeongguk’s drenched cheeks. Jeongguk nodded, though his eyes were closing as he leaned into Jimin’s hand. “Truth be told, I’ve never driven a stick before, so I need you to guide me, yeah? Can you do that for me, darlin’?”

 “Yeah, yeah, any-anything, anything for you.” Jeongguk was mumbling breathlessly as his teeth chattered, losing the fight with himself to keep his eyes open.

 “Good. So, what the heck should I do first?”

      Jeongguk did not know being drunk could be… tedious. He should have known that movies lie all the time. He hated not being able to walk properly, hated the feeling that the world was spinning or he was spinning, he was not sure at this point. But if there was one thing he was certain, it was the fact that the truck kept on stalling when Jimin was driving.

 Every time it lurched forward, Jeongguk was shoved awake to the cold reality. He knew if Junghyun was here, he would murder Jeongguk with his own hands for letting that happen to his baby.

 The next time Jeongguk opened his eyes, Jimin was shaking him lightly as he kept on saying his name. Though reluctant, Jeongguk forced his eyes to open to find them parked. The first thing he registered was Jimin’s face – his hair was still wet from the rain, but his face was dry, his nose and cheeks tinted red. His face was luminated by bright purple lights coming from the motel sign above. He squinted and noticed it was still dark. He swore it felt like they were driving till sunrise.

 “Uh… where—” God, his mouth tasted terrible. “Where are we?”

 “Good, you’re finally up. I booked us a room. We need to clean ourselves up.”

 “Room?”

 “Yeah.”

 With much difficulty, he managed to drag himself up the stairs with Jimin’s help. Not only his clothes were heavy, but his legs and eyes were refusing to cooperate with him. He wanted to jump from the first floor for being such an embarrassment, but hearing Jimin giggle every time he wobbled was worth the humiliation.

 If Jeongguk could describe their room in one word, it would be: vomit.

 The room Jimin booked them were far from luxurious. The walls were painted gray and above the queen-sized bed hung a mediocre painting of flowers in a vase. The curtains were a terrible shade of green, which reminded Jeongguk of camo pants and TV was small and bulky.

 Jeongguk let out a sigh of relief at the sight of the bed, already planning to jump and lay there forever. Before he could, Jimin stopped him, shattering all dreams of molding one with the bed.

 “You should take a shower. It’ll make you feel better.”

 “But—”

 “We wouldn’t want the bed to be wet, do we?”

 Jeongguk grimaced. “But what about you? How are you gonna sit?”

 “Don’t worry, I’ll wait for you. Go on, then.”

 Usually, Jeongguk loved taking his sweet time in the shower. However, the thought of Jimin waiting while standing outside made guilt gnaw in his chest. He would have gone out after he shampooed his hair, but it took nearly ten minutes for the water to finally be warm. Jimin was right though, the warm shower did make him feel better. Jeongguk wanted to scream at the thought of not brushing his teeth but thankfully, there were a few necessities in the cabinet. A part of him regretted letting himself play under the rain because he did not have any spare clothes back in the truck. Muttering to himself about how careless he was being, he picked them up before pathetically wringing them and hung them on the drying rack. He was extra careful with the jacket, squeezing it gently in comparison to his shirt and underwear.

 “Shit,” Jeongguk hissed when it dawned to him that there was only one robe provided. He stared at his misty reflection on the mirror, hair wet and cheeks rosy, and he felt like a bitch for already clad in the robe.

 He glanced at the opened cabinet, and saw a white towel folded neatly at the corner. He breathed a sigh of relief before walking out of the bathroom, feeling fresh and warm. Jimin was standing by the bed, a remote in his hand while his eyes were glued to the TV. When Jeongguk walked out of the bathroom, he did not hide the excitement in his face.

 “Oh, thank god,” Jimin breathed out before tossing the remote to the bed and dashed to the bathroom. Jeongguk chuckled when he noticed there was a dark spot near the bed where Jimin had stood.

 He thought he would have gone to slumber the moment his head hit the pillow, but sleep did not come easy. With a sigh, he grabbed the remote and pressed the button, hoping to find a channel that would entertain him. In the end, he settled for a rerun of Spongebob Squarepants. It was either that or a horror movie, and he was not feeling horror movie at all.

 Fifteen minutes into Spongebob, Jimin was finally out of the bathroom. And God, Jeongguk wished he was in a deep slumber right now, because Jimin was naked. Technically, he wasn’t as he wrapped a towel around his waist, but Jeongguk’s brain could not help but to scream ‘ALERT!’. It was obvious how gorgeous Jimin was, but with his pink hair dripping, cheeks coloured crimson and exposed skin coated with droplets, Jeongguk was suddenly embarrassed that he was fully naked underneath the bathrobe.

 “That was refreshing,” Jimin grinned before cracking his neck and jumped to the bed.

 Jeongguk found it hard to swallow as his throat was dry as hell. Jimin did not speak again after that, and Jeongguk was afraid his voice might break if he tried to. Hell, Jeongguk did not even dare to breathe when he found the courage to check if Jimin was sleeping. Just as he turned his head, Jimin mirrored his action before asking, his voice so soft that if they were not this close, Jeongguk would’ve thought he was imagining things, “Why tonight?”

 Absentmindedly, Jeongguk pressed on the remote button, shutting the TV off.

 “What?”

 “You mentioned it’s the list of things you have to do before today ends. What’s so special about today?”

 Jeongguk had to will his heartbeat to slow down as he stared into Jimin’s curious eyes. Jeongguk blinked, opening his mouth to speak but the words get caught in his throat. He was not sure if it was because the most gorgeous being to ever walk the Earth was staring at him intensely, or if it was because he could not bring himself to talk about this matter.

 He blamed it on the beer. Maybe he was still drunk, only god knows.

 Maybe he found it easier to talk to a stranger he had spent the entire night with.

 Maybe it was the comfort he felt around said stranger, how Jimin’s eyes were nothing but curiosity, free of malice.

 Or maybe it was the uncertainty of them not seeing each other again after the night ends. The thought made him swallow nervously, his heart shattering into tiny pieces of glasses.

 “It’s the death anniversary of my brother.”

 “Oh.” Was all Jimin could say.

 Jeongguk turned away, his index finger picking on one of the buttons on the remote, but he did not put enough pressure to click on it. Despite how heavy his heart was, he felt a surge of relief flowing through his veins. There was not any regret at all, even though he knew he should have never kept it alone this long.

 “Did he do all those things?”

 “Yeah, he did.”

 Surprised at the sudden warmth enveloping his hand, he glanced to see Jimin’s hand on top of his. He berated his heart for skipping a beat and his cheeks for suddenly feeling warmer than it was supposed to. He prayed to any god listening out there that Jimin would not notice the sudden pink hue visible on his cheeks.

 Somehow, the gesture gave him courage to speak up more, to let out those thoughts that had been haunting him for the past three years ago.

 “He did all these things, you know, living his life to the fullest. I do not understand it at first, why would he risk his life doing such things. Why he would still do it, though he knew our parents would disapprove of it. Of course, there were more things he did, I’m sure of it. It’s… no matter how much I think I know him, it’s impossible for me to know all of him.”

 “Oh, Jeongguk,” Jimin murmured, shifting himself closer, hand never leaving Jeongguk’s.

 Jeongguk did not realize how shaky his breathing was, how he tried so hard to blink the tears away until he spoke again, “It was a hit and run, Jimin. It was—” he swallowed before sniffing, “—, how could someone leave a person to bleed out just like that?”

 “My sweet, sweet, darling,” Jimin whispered when Jeongguk began sobbing.

 There was no room for embarrassment as his head was filled with memories of his late brother. He let Jimin’s hand gently push his head to rest on Jimin’s shoulder as Jimin’s arm wrapped around him. Jeongguk did not know it was possible to feel such tremendous pain even after years it happened. All the sadness he repressed for years finally spilled in front of a stranger he met just hours ago. A stranger who was willing to be there for him every step of their so-called adventure.

 “I know it’s hard, darlin’, but you’re with me now, aren’t you?”

 Jimin’s voice was gentle, soothing even, as he caressed Jeongguk’s hair. He felt droplets of water dripping to his cheek from Jimin’s hair, but he could not bring himself to care when his face was drenched with his own tears. He let them fall freely, down to his fisted hands, Jimin’s shoulder and chest.

 “I will never let anything hurt you while I’m here.”

 Jimin continued to whisper sweet reassurances in his ear, making him feel as if he was embraced with all the kindness and gentleness in the world. He eventually calmed down a few minutes after bawling his eyes out, impressed that he could show a weak side of him that he hated to another being. Moreover, a stranger.

 “You alright, love?”

 “A bit.”

  “Let’s sleep, shall we? Only an hour after sunrise, but it’s not tomorrow until we close our eyes,” Jimin murmured against his head before planting a kiss.

 The gesture was simple, yet it made Jeongguk’s heart swell twice its size. He did not know it was possible to be so far away from home, yet feel such comfort in the arms of a man he had just met.

 “We’ll be shivering if we sleep like this,” Jimin huffed, and when Jeongguk felt Jimin’s hand leaving his ear, Jeongguk made a move to held Jimin tighter.

 Jimin did not speak after that, understood completely that Jeongguk needed him here. With a smile, he gently rested his head against Jeongguk, his hand finding its way to caress Jeongguk’s clothed arm. Jeongguk was not sure how long they stayed like that, the only sound he could hear was Jimin softly humming, a lullaby he fell asleep to.

 Before the sun rose, for the first time since his brother was gone, Jeongguk dreamt of Junghyun.

       Jeongguk woke up to the sound of a loud whirring. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he blearily turned his body towards the source to find Jimin was crouching on the floor next to him with a hand dryer in his hand. Belatedly, he realized that he had been lying on a pillow, and wondered how Jimin was able to move him without waking him up.

 “Ji…min?”

 “Oh.” Jimin was facing him now as he turned the hand dryer off. Jeongguk noticed he was still naked from the torso up, but he was wearing his jeans now. “You’re awake.”

 Jeongguk blinked, his lower lips jutting in annoyance as his eyes tried to adjust to the harsh sunlight. “What are you—”

 “Drying our clothes,” Jimin answered with a grin as he waved the hand dryer.

 Jeongguk glanced on the carpeted floor and grimaced when the memory of him letting Junghyun’s favourite jacket drenched in rain water came across his mind. Their clothes were not as wet as before, but even from where he was, Jeongguk could tell that they needed more than a motel hand dryer.

 Jeongguk contemplated in sleeping again, but sleep refused to come to him no matter how hard he tried to close his eyes. With a sigh, he managed to drag his feet to the bathroom and take a warm shower to wake himself up.

     The water stayed cold the whole freaking time. It was nearly driving Jeongguk crazy. When he went out of the bathroom, Jimin was already dressed in his shirt, but his glittered jacket was still on the floor. Jeongguk sat on the bed and watched Jimin desperately trying to dry his jacket.

 “Your clothes are already dry, by the way.”

 “Thanks. And, uh, sorry for the trouble.”

 “No worries,” Jimin grinned. “Wouldn’t wanna wake you up.”

 Jeongguk grabbed his clothes and went back inside of the bathroom to dress himself. Once he was done, he walked back to where he was and sat behind Jimin, who was on the floor. They sat in silence for another half and hour or so, with Jeongguk just staring outside of the window. The clouds gliding against the vast blue sky reminded him that it was a new day, that he was still here with a new friend beside him. When Jimin decided that they were all dry, he brought Jeongguk downstairs to grab breakfast.

 Hearing the word ‘breakfast’ made Jeongguk think of scrambled eggs and warm toast, but instead, he was staring at the colourful packages of snacks inside the vending machine. It almost felt as if he was living a silly dream he had when he was a kid; to have candies for breakfast.

 Jimin inserted a few coins before pressing the buttons, while Jeongguk was still deciding which one he wanted. Before he could even open up his mouth and point at the Kit Kat, Jimin had already picked up his snacks and shoved a Kit Kat against Jeongguk’s chest.

 Dumbfounded, he stared at it, Jimin’s hand still on his chest before he took the chocolate and murmured a “thanks”.

 “You think too much,” Jimin said as he unwrapped his candy bar.

 “I can’t choose,” Jeongguk muttered, turning the Kit Kat around to investigate the expiration date. “I mean, there are a lot of options there! The Kinder Bueno seems like a good choice, but I’m not feeling cream, you know? Snickers too, but I don’t like peanut and nougat.”

 Jimin chuckled, clearly endeared at how Jeongguk was ready to go on a debate mood over candy bars. “Well, you chose me out of all the people in the club to bring to your little adventure. I think that’s impressive and a wise choice.”

 Jeongguk blinked, the sudden realization made him stop in his tracks while Jimin continued walking, too absorbed in his snack to notice Jeongguk was no longer beside him. He only stared at the back of Jimin’s head, the bubblegum floof bouncing slightly with every step he took.

 Jimin was right. He was not thinking at all when he had invited Jimin, and he certainly did not have any remorse about his questionable choice, not even a twinge of regret even after he humiliated himself in front of Jimin.

 When he realized Jeongguk was not where he was, Jimin turned around, Kit Kat in between his teeth to look back to Jeongguk.

 “Shall we go now?”

       “Have I mentioned that I haven’t driven a stick before?”

 Jeongguk took a glance on Jimin for a second before focusing his eyes back on the road. There were more cars in the morning compared to the night before.

 “Not until I was drunk, I think.”

 Jimin laughed, a sweet sound that reminded him of gum drops.

 “Well, to tell you the truth, I don’t have a license yet, so…”

 “Jimin!” Jeongguk gasped. Alright, he took it back. Maybe he did have one regret.

 “What? We’ve arrived safely, haven’t we? It’s not like I have never driven before! Besides, we’re all alright now, aren’t we?”

 “Oh really?” Jeongguk’s voice was laced with sarcasm as he rolled his eyes. “I feel so safe now, thank you for the clarification!”

 Jimin let out another laugh, and Jeongguk find the sound to be comforting. He could listen to Jimin’s laughter all day.

     “Oh man, Jeongguk… really?” Jimin moaned when Jeongguk parked at the exact same spot during their first visit to the convenience store.

 “I don’t wanna be thrown to jail when they find us.”

 “Okay, fine,” Jimin huffed, uncrossing his arms rather petulantly. “But I’m not gonna pay.”

 Jeongguk was grateful that they were not going to prison despite having to listen to the manager yelling at the both of them. While Jeongguk had his hung down in remorse, Jimin only stared at the man, as if to challenge him to yell even louder. Despite profusely bowing and apologizing, the manager still threatened to call the police on them – a proof that the cashier last night did not manage to get Jeongguk’s plate license and the cameras outside were, indeed, not working.

 Jeongguk paid for – according to the manager – the “damage” they have caused, although nothing was broken at all. Jeongguk was certain that he had paid for more than he had stolen, but the only thing running in his mind was to get out of there quick.

 “God, you’re such a sweet kid, you know that?” Jimin grumbled, the words coming out of his mouth was dripping with venom, as if being a sweet kid was a crime.

 Jeongguk only shrugged nonchalantly at the compliment though the reddening of the tips of his ears contradict his attitude.

 “At least, we won’t be fugitives for stealing chocolate sticks.”

 At his comment, Jimin laughed.

      “So, this is it, huh?”

 Even without looking at Jimin, Jeongguk could hear the smile in his voice.

 The sky was filled with soft lilac and coral hues as the sun was approaching the horizon. The colour of the ocean reminded Jeongguk of a painting; the tangerine was so vibrant, he could almost taste the sweetness.

 They were back at their town, stopping at the beach to mark the end of their little adventure. Jeongguk was against standing on top of cars, but he made an exception this time. The both of them had their butts on the hood of the truck; Jeongguk’s legs were dangling while Jimin pulled his knees to his chest.

 “This is it,” Jeongguk echoed back, hissing internally at how brittle his voice was. “But, hey, we can still be friends, can’t we?”

 “’Course we can, darlin’,” Jimin chuckled.

 Jeongguk smiled.

 “Might be awhile ‘til we see each other again, though.”

 Jeongguk would be lying if he said he did not feel a pang in his chest. “What do you mean?”

 Looking at Jimin’s sideway during the sunset made his heart felt as if he was going on a rollercoaster ride; the way his lips pouted, the way the peach glow of the setting sun spilled across his feature, almost matching with the colour of his hair and how his eyes softened as they were fixed on the sky. Jeongguk would describe it as a spiritual experiment, though one could argue he was merely exaggerating.

 “I’ll be away for a while. Studying abroad for a year for my next semester. I had to…” Jimin swallowed. “I had to choose somewhere far from here.”

 Realization dawned on him that they did not know each other that well. Yeah, they shared stories and secrets, but what did he really know about Jimin?

 “Oh.”

 Jeongguk stopped moving his legs, his arms rigid next to him as he clutched on the edge of the truck’s hood and his lips were pressed tight.

 They were not aware of it, but they were thinking of the same thing; that their adventure would just be a memory to both of them, that it was not certain if they could even be in each other’s presence after it ended.

 Would Jeongguk have invited Jimin, wasted his time with a stranger, if he had known they were not going to be meeting each other again?

 Would Jimin even talk to Jeongguk, consider to befriend Jeongguk, if they had never gone on their adventure?

 Would they even remember each other after today?

 If Jeongguk could frame and relive a memory, it would be this one. Just them sitting in silence, admiring the sunset across of them. For now, he let himself believe that the sun would not approach its resting place. For now, he let himself believe that there was only the both of them in this world; it was them against the cruel universe.

      He was met with angry stare and a scolding of a lifetime when he arrived back home. Never in his life he would ever think he would get yelled at twice in the same day, but there he was, cowering with his head low while his mother’s voice raised by the second. His father only shook his head, his loud ‘tsk’-ed ringing inside Jeongguk’s ears. Though, he felt a wee bit thankful to his father for his futile attempt to calm his mother.

 The bucket list cost him five months of being grounded, with the addition of his keys being taken from him. It also meant that he was not allowed to ride with his friends, making him the loser of the group whom still had his mother driving him to the university.

 He entered the university on the same semester when Jimin was sent abroad. Jimin was not lying when he said he was a model student, when Jeongguk saw a few of photos of him holding gold medals in last year’s photobook.

 After months of being grounded, the first place he drove to was the beach. Watching the sunset disappearing from the horizon brought back memories of Jimin, memories he found himself not being able to let go. He was on top of the hood of the truck that was finally his, witnessing how the colour of the sky was changing, never constant, and despite the solitude, he had never felt more comfortable alone.

 He was still working at the jeans store, though only part time as he was finally in university.

 During the summer, however, he decided to take the full-time shift, not wanting to be cooped all day inside his house. He was folding the jeans, muttering to himself at how some customers were being irresponsible for not putting back the jeans where it was, when he heard the bell chimed.

 What followed next was a familiar saccharine voice. “Excuse me?”

 Jeongguk froze in his spot, wondering whether if his ears were defying him. A part of him was convinced that he was wrong, not amused at himself for not being able to let a one-year-old memory go while a bigger part of him just knew that he was right, that he could still recognize that voice anywhere.

 When Jeongguk faced the owner of the voice, his bubblegum hair was coloured black; the contrast made his skin paler than he remembered and cheeks still rosy as ever. Jimin’s lips stretched into a grin at the sight of Jeongguk’s eyes widening, and Jeongguk could see the sparkles in Jimin’s eyes, still brighter than the stars in the night sky.

 “I’m looking for a companion for an adventure tonight,” he said, and Jeongguk felt laughter bubbling in his chest, making his way to his throat at the memories that were flooding back like tidal waves. “You’re welcome to join me if you’d like.”

 Jeongguk let out a laugh; airy and soft. He was mortified at how he had invited Jimin a year ago, but the mortification was overshadowed by happiness that were engulfing his heart, threatening to squeeze it until it explodes.

 Somewhere at the back of his consciousness, Jeongguk understood what a sight he was making now. He could not contain the excitement he was feeling, and he could only hope that Jimin could not hear how loud his heart was beating right now. Jimin’s smile only grew more pronounced, but at the same time remain just as affectionate.

 “It would be my pleasure, Jimin-ssi.”

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25 with ferdibert 😏🖤

“Hi! How can I help you today?”. 

That was a question Hubert had been asked a lot lately, since he’d become a passionate regular of the library at the center of the town. Question always followed by a wide smile, bright as the sun itself, so bright Hubert’s heart struggled to keep beating steadily, looking at it.

Not as if the young von Vestra hadn’t been a client of the institute already, but he’d found another reason to stick around more frequently now.

That reason being the owner of the most beautiful smile he’d ever seen. 

A tall pile of books in his arms that almost reached the tip of his aquiline nose, Hubert scowled at the guy behind the counter for a moment before actually dignifying him with a reply.

“I have these to return.” he explained simply, showing his loot with a shrug of shoulders. 

“Oh, lovely!” the guy exclaimed joyfully, his rose lips forming an ‘o’ that Hubert didn’t find cute at all.

His excitement earned him a disdainful glare from a girl who sat not so far, and the guy’s cheeks flushed furiously.

Hubert had to bite his lower lip to suppress a snigger. 

“I’ll take care of them.” the guy continued in a lower tone, leaning forward on the counter, action that incredibly caught Hubert off guard.

In fact, the young von Vestra swallowed loudly, his throat suddenly dry, as the guy’s honeyed eyes bored into his, making his legs wobble a bit under that intensity.

In all their brief encounters, Hubert hadn’t had the chance to look at him so closely, and now could spot an intricate pattern of auburn freckles adorning the bridge of his nose, his cheeks and his forehead, his lips even, his current complexion only emphasized them. 

“I- uhm, thanks.” he babbled out awkwardly, then winced at the sound of himself being so miserable just because a cute guy was being kind to him.

Cute.

Hubert squeezed his eyes shut at that thought, then shook his head vehemently as if shooing it from his traitorous mind.

He knew the guy was just doing his job, being obliging and friendly, but he couldn’t help himself.

Despite all his efforts, that guy’s face had been tormenting him the moment he saw him one day taking over for the former clerk who usually stayed at the library’s entry. 

First thing he’d noticed about him was his eyes. Hubert could get lost into them if he wasn’t careful enough. They were the color of amber kissed by the shy light of a summer dawn, with a spark of gold near the pupil. 

Those very eyes were staring at him intently now, palms open in offer of help. 

It took Hubert some long seconds before his mind clicked in action. 

He abruptly pushed the books into the other guy’s arms, who widened his eyes in panic at the sudden gesture, a strangled squeal escaping his throat. 

Hubert sneered at the scene, feeling more at ease after the guy made a fool of himself because of him, a personal vendetta for that sense of dizziness he elicited in Hubert every time he smiled at him. 

But that swell of pride didn’t last long. 

Because the guy not only managed to not drop any of them, miraculously, he also piled them quickly on the counter, graciously smiling during the entire process as though nothing had happened.

Hubert’s scowl deepened upon realizing he didn’t scratch the guy’s positivity, not even a bit. 

Just when he thought about turning tail and exiting the library without a single word, his mood beyond bored, the guy reached out and gingerly grabbed the sleeve of his black sweater. 

Hubert would’ve admonished him for harassment on customers if he hadn’t been so shocked by his boldness.

“Can I- uhm, help you with something else, maybe?” the guy inquired around a nervous chuckle, his voice an octave higher, as his fingers tightened their grip, twitching. 

The more time passed, the more their current position looked embarrassing. 

The young von Vestra was gaping, his eyes out of their sockets, his shaved brows knitted together, while the guy’s face was so beet red Hubert was genuinely surprised it didn’t catch fire on its own. 

When finally his tongue decided to work again, the words that slipped from his mouth were loaded with revulsion and irritation. 

“What the fuck are you trying to do?!”. 

The guy gulped loudly at his assertion, but probably had a death wish since he didn’t back off, or have any intention to move for the matter. 

So, Hubert wrapped his hand around his wrist, very intended to snap him away from his personal space, but his body wasn’t on the same page. 

When his fingertips brushed against the guy’s skin, Hubert’s breath caught in his throat, a warm shiver ran along his arm and made his entire figure quiver. 

He had the gut twisting feeling the guy somehow sensed, too, the electricity that quick contact ignited between them. 

Their gazes were locked, and Hubert was losing himself once again in that ambered sea. 

A muffled cackle caught both guys’ attention. 

They whipped their heads in the same moment toward the source of that noise. 

“Ferdinand, stop flirting with the broody goth boy and get your shit done.” the girl from earlier chewed around a strawberry bubblegum, leveling them with a look. 

Both Hubert and the guy, whose name was Ferdinand apparently, froze like struck by a spell.

The young von Vestra felt heat creeping up his face and down his neck at that unsolicited comment, and the same reaction was mirrored on Ferdinand’s features. 

“It’s becoming pathetic to see the two of you dancing around each other this way.” the girl continued to speak, one fine eyebrow cocked amusedly. 

“Get on with it and ask him out on a date, you’re scaring the customers with your creepy face.” she ended nodding her head in the direction of the queue that had formed behind Hubert in the meantime. 

A pregnant pause, then Ferdinand cleared his throat for good measure. 

“Forgive her, she isn’t serious.” his voice came out pleading as he briefly bowed his head in mortification, before going back staring at him with a kind smile on his face. “But you haven’t answered me, do you need something else?” he politely asked, then gnawed his lower lip. 

His entire face was still flushed deep, blending too well with the color of his hair, a thick mane of ginger waves that was messily gathered in a mermaid side braid for the occasion, and Hubert stupidly missed the way it followed his movements. 

The young von Vestra considered the guy’s- Ferdinand’s words, his beading eyes scanning him up and down. Then, he folded his arms over his chest and showed a vicious grin. 

“No.” he answered after a handful of seconds, wanting to leave him hanging just because he could. 

The heart, though, was a vicious thing to own, in Hubert’s opinion, and usually didn’t dictate the course of his action, him being a rational person by nature. 

That day, fate surely wasn’t on his side. 

When Ferdinand was about to bid him goodbye, Hubert quickly interceded him. “Actually, I’d like to read something about human vivisection.” he requested, his tone impassive as ever, while a violent battle raged on within himself. 

Ferdinand’s face immediately shifted in a confused frown at that change of mind. “Oh, yes, right. I’m on it.” he nodded fiercely nonetheless, before circling the counter and rushing to the science section. 

Hubert heard somebody huff in frustration behind his back, but couldn’t care less.

His eyes landed on a pen holder on the other side of the counter and a sly smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. 

After a couples of minutes, Ferdinand got back from his quest and gave the young von Vestra the book, who quickly secured it in his left hand. 

“We’re not so stocked with books about this theme, but I hope this will satisfy your tastes.” the guy spoke not looking directly at him, as he fulfilled a renting form with Hubert’s personal data on the computer. 

Hubert observed him with skeptical eyes, but didn’t say anything, his heartbeat too loud in his ears for clear thoughts to overcome it. 

Once he finished, Ferdinand turned his head to gift him with another of his bright smiles. “See you soon, then.” he muttered as his cheeks turned pinkish again without Hubert guessing why. 

The young von Vestra just grunted in reply before dashing out of that place with stiff strides. 

***

Later that afternoon, when Ferdinand was putting a book back in its shelf, a piece of paper suddenly fell from its pages. 

The book momentarily forgotten, he picked it up from the floor and looked at it, trying to understand what was it. 

His eyes went wide within a second as he realized. 

There was a phone number written on it in a elegant calligraphy, the blue ink a little smudged. The discover itself wasn’t what surprised him, it wasn’t so unusual to find notes in rented books, but what he read next. 

'The broody goth boy’. 

Ferdinand’s heart jumped in his throat as butterflies twirled frantically in his stomach, his face suddenly aflame. 

A crystalline laugh left his lips before he could refrain himself. 

“Sshhh!” somebody reprimanded him from an aisle nearby, but he was too happy to care. 

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(Heated) a Marvel’s Spider-Man 2017 Fanfiction

(This is 1/2 prompts made by Me and @crazyfanatic97 that take place in 2x01 “How I Thwipped My Summer Vacation” so we hope you enjoy like and Reblog for more, And this has slight sexual content btw anyways enjoy)

It was a lovely Saturday in Summer and Peter, Gwen, Anya and Miles were all setting up tents and making sure they had all there food and water to Last them the week they were in the wilderness where Peter was excited to finally check something off his Perfect Summer check list hopefully no villain decides to come out of the woods so he has to ditch his friends to Spider-Man off Easier said then done givin how it seemed that over the summer, every villian seemed to want to come out of the woodwork and attack him. if Peter was being honest he was surprised that Venom hasn’t shown up When Peter was wondering what villain would pop out at him this week a pair of arms wrapped around his waist and he felt a pair of plump bubblegum pink lips plant a kiss on his cheek

"Hey, you seem a bit tense..something wrong?" Gwens soft voice whispered into his ear, reaching up to stroke his hair.

"Need some alone time with me to calm down?" She teased and Peter blushed “N-No I’m fine don’t worry” Peter smiled at Gwen "You sure, i mean...i havnt seen you most of the summer." She stroked his hair again and sighed.

"Those villians got to see more of you than i did." She pouted “Oh trust me that isn’t a good thing” Peter laughed it off rubbing his shoulder it was still a bit sore from one of his last fights Gwen reached over and massaged it a bit.

"you alright?" But non the less he tried to calm Gwen down and assure her that he was fine

Something that wasnt working too well especially when she accidently touched one of his fresher bruises Peter flinched back his arm shyly it was still stinging a bit "Mind if I kiss it?" She joked “Heh um n-no” Peter blushes this relationship was new but it was getting better everyday for him Gwen reached and pulled up his shirt enough that she could get to the shoulder and gave it a nice long kiss Then there was rustling coming from the bushes turns out it was Anya and Miles coming back with fire wood Peter started to panic Gwen pulled herself back, and threw down Peters shirt,trying too mask and hide her blush “Alright I think that’s all we’ll need for tonight” Anya said as she placed the wood beside the fire pit and turned around to Peter and Gwen but gave them a weird look once she saw them "Thats great, less work and more fun right?" Chuckled Peter “Yaaa is everything alright with you guys” Anya questioned as she took in that Gwen was covering her face and Peter was shifting around weirdly "Whatever do you mean?" Gwen innocently asked Anya just lifted an eyebrow before turning around and going to get dinner going Miles gave the two of them an equally curious look, but brushed it off to go start the fire. Peter walked over to Gwen and sighed.

"Too close." “Ya no shit Pete” Gwen laughed nervously before getting up “c’mon we should probably go help the others”

“I’d love to” Gwen smirked as she tried her hand at being seductive but wasn’t quite sure if it was working Of course givin Peters luck with girls, any attempt was bound too work

A couple hours later and they had just finished Dinner and were sitting around the camp fire with Miles trying to tell scary stories

"And then, when they looked at the car door, they found a rusty old hook..but then..the now one handed murderer came up from behind...." "And what?" Peter asked with a mouth full of marsh mellows "He threw a rock at them!" “Awww that’s lame” Gwen pouted at the sour turn of events in the story "Wait how did he throw it that hard with only one hand?" Anya inquired “He used his hook hand too?” Miles tried to recover the story "But its stuck to that door " Pointed out Peter “C’mon Pete” Miles said over exaggerating his arm movements Everyone was laughing "Sorry, i cant help it."

Anya giggled at the boys banter before yawning “alright I think I’m gonna get some shut eye now” Anya stretched out as she stood up "Yeah, i think im ready to hit the hay too "Gwen winked at Peter and giggled Peter blushed and offered to clean up when everyone went to bed "If you insist." Miles said with a shrug As everyone shuffled into there tents Peter hopped into his and laid on his sleeping bag about 10 minutes have passed by since everyone went to sleep But everyone wasn’t fully asleep then Peter heard shuffling outside and sat up on high alert

"Peter?" Gwen whispered softly into the tent “Ya?” Peter sat up and unzipped the tents door Gwen crawled right in and planted a little kiss on his shoulder, smiling as she sat on his lap “Woh hey” Peter chuckled he could feel the blood starting to flow to his groin

"Sorry, i just missed you all summer." Gwen traces her finger down his shoulder “Hey I missed you too” Peter leaned in and captured her lips while grabbing her hips Gwen giggled and lightly pushed Peter into the floor of the tent and hovered over him “Hopefully this week will be villain free” Peter signs "I hope so too" Gwen leaned down and kissed the underside of his chin. ."I need my Spidey-time " she teased Peter smiled at the nickname “if I remember correctly you owe me some alone time” Peter smirked at Gwen she was trying to tease him all day knowing he couldn’t say anything when Anya and Miles were around she was a sneaky one "Well, how about we both cash in on that offer? hmmm” she she smirked cupping his face Peter leaned into her touch as there mouths intertwined tenderly Things started to get faster as Peter sped up a bit as he pulled her in by her waist he angled his head and started to plant kisses on her neck down to her collar bone where he started to suck a bit Gwen bit her lip and started to thread her hands threw his brown hair Peters hands started to head down south as it got more heated Gwen let out a squeal as Peter squeezed her hips then started to pull her yoga pants down as there mouths found each other’s again there tongues started fighting for dominance once Gwens pants were off she started to grind on Peter then started to work his shirt up his body feeling up his abs along the way and whining a bit as she had to break there mouths apart for a second to get the damn shirt off him fully Peters hands went right back to Gwens ass once the shirt was off deciding to be daring he gave her butt a little slap and smirked into the kiss when she squeaked but that squeak turned into a breathy moan as Peters fingers hooked onto her pink panties as the other squeezed her ass

“Um are you ok in there?” Anya called out hearing how much commotion they were making in the tent there blood ran cold as they heard the tents zipper be undone and when Gwen tumbled off of Peters lap and they both looked up they saw the very confused and shocked faces of there two best friends

“Shit” Gwen swore under her breath as she covered her rosy cheeks with her hands as Peter threw his sleeping bag over his legs not wanting his friends to see his erection right now

“A-Anya Miles what are you guys doing up” Peter panicked “We thought someone was getting attacked by a bear ya know with all the sounds coming from your tent it sure sounded like it” Anya said in a accusing manner throwing in a couple Latin curses for good measure meanwhile Miles looked like a kid who had just walked in on his parents his jaw hanging open at the scene in front of him “S-so how long has this been going on for?” Miles asked a bit hurt that his friends didn’t tell him and if he was completely honest he did ship his two friends but he was to hurt to say that right now

“Um around the end of the year look we’re so sorry we didn’t tell you guys it’s just this is still pretty new so we didn’t wanna ruin the friend dynamic between all of us by throwing in our relationship” Gwen bit her lip

Anya sighed she was to tired right now to deal with this “this is not over we are talking about this in the morning” Anya warned pointing a finger at the two teens caught in the act

Peter shrunk down into the sleeping bag if he was being completely honest Anya was scarier then any villain when she got angry like this

“Ooh you guys are in trouble” Miles smirked a bit at them while he secretly thanked god it wasn’t him this time on the other side of Anyas rath

Anya turned on her heel and marched back to her tent already thinking up how she was going to dig into her friends in the morning she was definitely also gonna enlist Miles help in setting up a prank

“Alright well night guys and hey make sure to use protection” He joked as he went off to his tent as well zipping Peters back up

Gwen turned to Peter “guess we better get some sleep before we’re chewed out by Anya” “Ya” Peters heart was beating a thousand miles a minute from what just occurred between him and Gwen

Gwen laid down and wrapped her arms around him “next time we gotta find somewhere more private” “Agreed” Peter answered as he snuggled up with Gwen and fell asleep as the night went by

#peter x gwen #msm 2017 #marvelspiderman #fanfiction #anya corazon #miles morales #peter parker #gwen stacy #camping

[deities-fanfiction]

the squads quirks

@tmntthristy

@im-too-gay-for-toxic-negativity [lemme know more about your oc and stuff k! im happy to add you]

JENNIFER BUBURA - 

Type : emitter | not constant

Chewing gum : she can blow bubbles with differing powers depending on what flavor of gum she chews. if she has no gum she can make a spit bubble. its only ability is to trap being or be used as a cusion for a fall. her powered up bubbles are-

Pineapple : electric bubbles

Spear mint : ice / frost bubbles

Classic bubblegum : sticky goo bubble

Sweet watermelon : acid bubble

Cinnamon : basically a smoke bomb bubble

drawbacks : if she overuses her quirk she runs out of breath and depending on the flavors she uses she can get nausious.

IZAIAH ASAHI -

Type : emitter | not constant

Shape of Light : he has the ability to take the light in a room and bend it to his will. but the light in the room slowly fades as he uses his power. the light can be used to blind someone or even used as a physical weapon if needed. 

drawbacks : it decreases the light in the room. the amount of light in a room determines what Izaiah can do and how strong it is.

BRYANT SAME -

Type : mutation | constant

Shark : he can do anything a shark can do. he has a fin on his back for water travel as well as gills that open at his own will. he has super strength to go along with that. his sharp teeth grow and get replaced every day.

drawbacks : his teeth need to be worn down everyday so he needs to either go to town on some tree’s or pull out those chompers. he needs much more water than others and doesn’t do well in hot weather.

AMY KESHIKI -

Type : mutation | plant manipulation powers weaken over time | constant

Flower Frame : her limbs are made up of incredibly tough vegatation. she has the ability to rapidly grow plant-life and manipulate it. she just needs sun , water and plenty of rest. she needs to stock up on power to use those extra abilities though.

drawbacks : she is incredibly vulnerable to fire or extreme cold. her emotions are easy to read by looking at her hair , which fades into dropping petals. if she doesn’t have proper care she can wilt and die.

AJ NENDO - 

Type : transformation | not constant

Clay Body : his body can shift into clay of any form he wishes. it doesn’t take any energy for him to do so. he can get into small places or get up someplace very high by stretching himself. his limbs can be re-attached to his as long as they were taken off in clay form and are attached in clay form.

drawbacks : if any organs are cut or damaged he cannot just re-grow them like his arms or legs. he also can be trapped in an object like a jar where he cannot go back to his humanoid form. in his clay form he cannot speak unless he creates a face to talk...its creepy.

MATHEW BUBURA -

Type : emitter | not constant

Bubble Bombs : he can create spit bubbles that can either be vocally or physically triggered to explode at his own will. 

drawbacks : anyone can pop the bubble and make it blow up so on that part he has no control. he uses his own spit so he’s often dehydrated and needs more water that others.

AALIYAH SOZOSHI -

Type : Emitter | not constant

Sound manipulation : by creating any noise with her voice she can manipulate that. she can made a quick shout and send it at someone or she can screech and make her voice so loud it makes your ears bleed. her herself is immune to her own voice. 

drawbacks : unless aaliyah pays extra attention to her throat and vocal chords her voice will take damage. unless she’s using her quirk she’ll use sign language or a text to speech program to talk. 

BIG FIGHTERS -

Bryant

Aaliyah

Matthew

Amy

STRATEGITS - 

Izaiah

Jenny

AJ

[alitheamateur]

A Taste of Home-Chapter 4

Warnings: Fluff. Language. 

The door to the creamery pulled open with ease beneath his ample muscles, and you wondered if he had ever accidentally broken things unaware of his own strength and abilities. The place was a new addition to the corner since you had last walked these streets, but was there ever such thing as ‘bad ice cream’?

“What’ll it be, Ms. Calvert? How about you save us a seat, and I’ll order?” He pulled out a black diner chair from a round table in the farthest corner of the quaint place. “They do have a mocha flavor that I would highly recommend though.”

You realized your hood was still up on your noisy raincoat even now inside, but you casually stalled removing it in his presence afraid your witchy, tangled locks would frighten him.

  “I’ll take your word for it then.” You handed him some cash you thought enough to cover your scoop, and he scoffed, pushing it back at you with super-hero reflexes.

“Your money is no good here, Mills. Don’t even think about it! Let me treat you, will ya’? I can’t take the risk of a tabloid snapping a pic of Steve Rogers letting a lady pay. You’d ruin me.”

God, he was all too much. The shit-eating, almost satanically handsome smile, added to his already chiseled, yet soft face. And the way he would chew on his lip like it was a popping piece of bubblegum nearly made you want to cry. We won’t even discuss the charm, though.

When his backed turned to you, your let your loose hair escape from under the cover of your coat, and Dodger watched you with judgement at your feet.

“How’s it look, boy? We don’t want your dad running the other way, do we.” You used the blank face of your phone to give yourself a once over, and applied some drug-store chap-stick to your lips for precautionary purposes, of course.

Chris paid the server, and gracefully carried your two scoops, his own, and a special treat for his canine companion over to you attentively. Placing one delicious treat in front of a very eager dog, he scooted the other empty seat closer toward your side of the table.

“A sweet for a sweetie.” He served you, releasing a breath of relief when he sat. He attempted a straight face, trying to make the line work, but lost his nerve and puffed out an uncontrollable laugh.

Sure, it was ridiculously overused, and probably classified as grounds for hysterical heckling to most. But, the cutesy compliment seemed to somehow pass off as endearing coming from someone such as he. So, you just thanked him, and laughed alongside.

“I should thank you again, Chris. For what you did with your friend, and the magazine. It was so beyond generous of you.” You licked the contents off the upside-down spoon between your lips bashfully. “But… I mean… I guess I’m just trying to figure it all out. How did you know? About what my blog even consisted of and stuff.”

He wasn’t making eye contact, but you could see the shadow of his lashes flutter into a smile as he played more with his treat than ate it.

“Okay. Confession?” He answered, leaning in closer to you. The chill of his breath from the bites of ice cream he had taken in felt like ice blended with fire across your face.

He had hired a PI to follow you and track your phone records for the last week. And he had searched the web history of your laptop seeing the fashion vlogs you kept up with, but also discovered all the times you had Googled his name?

You gulped.

“I have a fake account on social media, and I’ve followed you for a year or so now. Your mom sent a Christmas card and your picture was on it. Made me think about how I hadn’t seen you in so long. So, I searched you, found you, and I’ve sort of had a little insight into your life since.” The point of his tongue poked into his cheek, as he scratched a light graze through his hair. Appearing ashamed, or uncomfortable for some reason.

“Why a fake account, Chris? I mean, I would’ve loved to hear from you, silly.”

“There are all sorts of those people online pretending to be celebrities, and asking for money ‘n shit. I don’t ever want my friends to think they’re getting scammed under false pretenses. Thought it just the best idea, ya’ know.”

Dodger had finished his cup before it had even slightly melted, and a sticky, sugary sheen had settled into his whiskers. He rested his head on folded paws, closing his eyes due to the probable brain freeze.  

“In turn, that’s how I knew you were so damn talented, Amelia. You work hard, and I just think you should have something to show for it. Especially after that assho-“

“Wait.” You broke in. “What exactly do you know about that asshole?”

Laying it all out on the table, well most of it, and clearing the air of any falsified details that were embellished along the towns game of telephone seemed the mature decision.

Chris cleared his throat, and stretched, resting an arm over the back of your chair, appearing to get comfortable for whatever confessions to come. You could feel his hand almost reach out to pet over your back, but he pulled away frightened it may be out of line.

“Well, I heard… Mhmm…. I heard that you ran into his office one day in a jealous rage after he had hired a very…endowed paralegal. And when you just wouldn’t give up the feeling you had about him sleeping with her, he kicked you out. Then, you saw him out with the same bimbo a week later.” He closed his eyes, his face uncomfortable at the awkward timeline of your less than lucky turn in your relationship.

You palmed your own miserable face, exasperation and defeated mortification written on your every piece of reddening flesh. You felt shameful tears trickle before you could halt the unbreaking emotion.

“That’s what people are saying? Truly, that is what’s going around? I thought you said you heard everything from my mom, Chris?”

“I only heard you were getting a divorce from her, sweetheart. I didn’t get the rundown. That little tidbit I heard from my sister.”

The story had become much more potently twisted than you had ever expected, and it seemed somehow even from another state, your ex, Ben, had taken stance as the innocent party in matters. This jumbled wheel of false information would take much more effort than you were willing to give to clear up.

“God, no. No, no, no, no, no! That’s beyond the truth, Chris. I was afraid the story had been misconstrued, but not to this level. I literally saw him on his knees over top of her. Naked. In the floor of his office with his tie around her wrists…” You wiped your eyes, as if somehow the entire disaster would disappear if you could clear your frazzled, blurry sight.

“Welcome to my life, Millie.” The man huffed.

Here you had the gall to complain about a little nonsense murmuring around the neighborhood, and in the last year Chris had been in the scummy tabloids linked to several women, partying ‘too hard’ after a spilt, and deemed and ‘ass man’. Who really had it worse here?

“I don’t know how the hell you do it. I’m sorry. I had no right to complain whatsoever.”

He peeped to his left out the store-front window, only moving his eyeballs.

“Well, you’ll find out exactly what it’s like when that shithead with a camera standing out front slaps us on his headline tomorrow.”

Sure enough, carelessly in the middle of the street, stood a long-haired man in a ballcap, snapping pixelated images of you two seated in the dim corner of the café.

“I can see it now.” You announced, spreading your hands like examining a marquee sign. “Captain America spotted with unimpressive blonde woman at downtown creamery.”

Chris gestured a smile, but boldly reached up the squeeze the back of your neck under rain dampened hair. “Blonde, maybe. Unimpressive? Gimme a break, Millie. Don’t play fuckin’ bashful with me.” His subtle massages over the heat of your neck had you squirming in the seat below you. Maybe, you were pretending it was his leg. But that’s nobody’s business.

He saw something apparently you did not. Was there a memo you had missed?

“If you don’t know what the hell that dimply little devilish smile does to people, then you are sincerely misusing a weapon of mass destruction. Calvert.”

“Me?!” Some harlot buried inside of you possessed your body, and you scooted your chair an inch or two closer to him, punctuating your flirting with a squeeze to his thigh. “How about you put those oceans on each side of your nose away, Evans. And fess up to those lash extensions, will ya’?”

He wanted to kiss you. Or his tongue did anyway as it played and begged circles around his own lush lips. But not here. Not yet. Not for the world to see and break the internet.

He ruffled his hair, clearing the lumpy mass of battling self-control in his throat. You smiled, purposely, adding to his obvious already demise.

“Amelia fuckin’ Calvert, A trip you are, my dear.”

As he stood up, gathering the empty cups of sugary cream, he noticeably adjusted himself nearest his screaming manhood, and your eyes abandoned all loyalty to catch a glimpse. You followed him in standing, scratching a head over Dodgers head who had already risen to catch his owners’ heels.

“If it weren’t for this guy, I don’t think I would’ve accepted your dessert invitation. How could I say no to him after he spent his hard-earned allowance on that beautiful rose?”

“Well, I’m glad you two troublemakers have taken a liking to each other. You can keep him company some when I leave in two weeks.” Chris held the door open for you, carefully grazing the small of your back.

“Leaving?” No doubt he sensed the dread in your voice.

“Yep. We start filming on the 28th, so I’ll be wheels up the day before.”

The rain had passed on for the day, and Dodger was curious and keen to investigate every puddle planted on the sidewalk. He shifted too abruptly to the right, nudging your legs. You toppled, and tripped over your own feet towards Chris’ bubble, and he caught you by the hand. He didn’t have to do so by lacing his fingers into yours, or lingering there as long as he did, but you wouldn’t dare utter an objection.

“So, I expect you let me give you that tour of the house before I leave…..”

Mental note: Use your every dime of savings to buy the most lush set of lingerie on the continent.

Oh, you wretched, nymphomaniac. Don’t flatter yourself.

“What. The. Shit.”

Your lady-like cursing confused the flamboyantly kittenish man stepping in unison beside you, and he followed your suit to halt.

“Chris…” Your head hurt already from the deep v of your inquisitive brow. “My car, Chris. Where is my car?”

He looked upward at the street signs, double-checking that his distracted mind hadn’t discombobulated his sense of direction, and you had taken a wrong turn along the way. You immediately searched the deep pockets of your crossbody for your phone, and cringed, dropping your head back in defeat seeing a text from your once husband.

Shithead: Just getting all my affairs in order before we sign the divorce papers. Ooops, so happens your car was in my name.

“Mills. Talk to me. What’s happening?” Chris searched your face for some clue.

“I’m now carless. Along with homeless, and for the most part jobless. All thanks to my so overly generous husband, it seems.” You didn’t feel a shred of hurt, or pain, or sadness. But your dignity, and pride? Man, talk about shattered with an atom bomb.

“Not if I have anything to say about it, you’re not. Come with me. Let’s play with this son of a bitch a bit, shall we.”

As if you already didn’t want to mount him in the broad daylight….

TAGS: @eap1935 @mollybegger-blog @miidailyinspiration

#Chris Evans #chrisevans #chris evans x ofc #chris evans fanfiction

[thejokersenigma]

Loki Laufeyson x Reader - F**ked up - Part 6

Sorry it’s been so long since I’ve posted a part for this story! I hope this chapter makes up for it a bit!

I’ve also spent the day working out the story a bit so for once I might now be winging a fan fiction completely! haha

Hope you like it! (and loki isn’t too out of character!)

Let me know if you want to be tagged in anything!

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F***ED UP MASTERLIST

Loki had been drinking. A lot. Far more than usual and at a faster higher rate. This meant that, despite it being weak Midgardian drink, it was actually finally having a slight effect on him.

All because of that [Y/N] woman. Who knew she could be more annoying than her father?

Of course, she was annoying in a different way to her dad – it was the incessive mystery around her that drove him the maddest. The fact nearly every word out of her lips was a lie, yet he didn’t know why or what she was hiding.

Then it was just her in general. She was a styled mess, every changing, her hair always slightly different, the shade varying, her nails always a different colour, each day a new scrape on her skin, a new rip in her clothes. She was like a constantly shifting illusion - it was no wonder she was so skilled in slipping under people’s radars.

She was also ever present. Whenever Loki deigned to venture from his room [Y/N] always seemed to be there waiting for him -  or would find him out within a few minutes.

She always spoked to him like he was as good as an Avenger, as though one of his past transgression made any difference to her. Like he was the gentleman she kept insisting he was.

It was driving him insane.

“Tough day?” [Y/N]’s familiar voice rang out next to him, breaking away from the group - made up of Thor, Barton, Romanoff and Rogers - who were sat around the large television screen watching a movie of some sorts.

She was chewing on something and, as she waited for Loki’s response, she produced an odd, pink bubble from between her lips that sharply popped a moment later.

“What in Odin’s name are you eating?”

She frowned at his question. “It’s bubblegum.” She said as though it was obvious.

“Of course, it is…” Drawled Loki dryly, still having no idea what this was, but the name gave him all the information he needed.

[Y/N] grinned at his grumpy mood, unperturbed, and then glanced across at the bottle sat next to him. “Was that full when you started?”

“What if it was?”

She raised her eyebrows at him, “I’d say it’s pretty impressive that you’re still taking coherently -that’s Stark’s premium stuff.”

“I know.” Loki said, finishing his glass. “I’ve already finished the poorer quality bottle he gave me.”

[Y/N] burst out in laughter at this, and Loki felt his lips pull up slightly - her mirth infectious - and he found himself smirking as he turned to refill his drink.

“Pour me a glass.” [Y/N] instructed, as she pushed herself up onto the stood next to him - Loki didn’t miss the wince that cross her face at this movement.

If it had been anyone else, Loki might have thrown the glass at them for ordering him around, but for some reason he found himself complying with the girl’s demand.

“Thank-a you.” She grinned as he slid the glass towards her. As she reached for the drink, Loki caught sight of something on the back of her hand. A closer inspection showed that it was a large scratch that ran from her knuckle towards her wrist.

“Another brawl at a courtship ceremony?” He questioned, and - though it was hard to pull his gaze from the wound – he looked away to the back wall of the bar, sipping at his drink.

[Y/N] frowned at him in confusion, catching his eye and Loki inclined his head towards her hand which was now holding her glass. Her eyes lit up with understanding and she twisted her wrist slightly -  carefully not to spill the glass - as she too looked over the wound.

“Ah, uh – ha,” She said, letting out a short chuckle, “No, uh -  I underestimated Nat with a knife.” She explained.

Loki raised a brow, his face questioning but calm, yet something fluttered within him.

“Training.” [Y/N] clarified at his expression. “I’m getting rather rusty lying around here.”

“You left your arm behind when she struck.” It wasn’t a question.

“Good guess.” [Y/N] commended with a nod, taking a drink.

“It wasn’t a guess.”

[Y/N] smirked at him over her glass before taking a sip. Suddenly an impish look appeared in her eye and before Loki could question why, her glass was flying towards his face. Even in his inebriated state, Loki easily batted it away with a flick of his hand, the glass instead smashing into the shelves on the back wall of the bar, shaking the bottles that stood on it.

Everyone who had been watching the movie snapped their heads around, Barton and Rogers both jumping to their feet on full alert. When they both just saw Loki and [Y/N] sat together at the bar, they noticeably relaxed.

“What the hell was that?” Demanded Barton.

Loki was glaring daggers at [Y/N] whilst she was grinning triumphantly. “Just testing Loki’s reflexes.” She explained, that cheeky look still in her eyes.

“Maybe don’t threaten Stark’s beloved alcohol stash next time.” Suggested Romanoff from the sofa, “He seems to have a sixth sense when it comes to those bottles.”

[Y/N] noticed Steve, Thor and Clint glance at the door - as though expecting Tony to suddenly appear there. When he didn’t, they relaxed back onto the chairs. “Yeah, maybe you kids should flirt somewhere else.” Clint suggested, his eyes already back on the movie.

“No need.” Growled Loki. “I was just leaving.” With that, he got to his feet and abruptly strode to the door.

[Y/N] watched Loki leave with a small smirk. It was funny how she seemed to annoy him so much - not that she wouldn’t expect someone to get annoyed if a glass was thrown at their head, but it had proved a point to herself.

She had been trying to avoid the ‘God’ ever since she had arrived, but everywhere she went he was either already there, or would turn up within a few moments. She hopped down from her seat. This time however, [Y/N] was going to purposefully follow after him.

“I’m not sure that would be smart, [Y/N],” Thor called from the sofa, guessing her intentions, “You seem to have irked him somewhat.”

“Thanks for the advice but I think I can handle him.” [Y/N] reassured him with a wave of her hand. Thor didn’t look particularly comforted by this, but he was slowly learning that this girl seemed to have no fear, and he could only watch in concern as she continued after his brother.

 That woman was an ongoing stress test, Loki thought as he strode down the hall. She had insisted on calling him a gentleman, ordered him around and now was throwing glasses at him.

She must have a few screws loose, as the Midgardians said.

“Hey!”

Loki closed his eyes. God she was persistent. He neither stop nor slowed, instead continued walking, trying to ignore her like the annoying buzzing fly she was.

“Hey!” She called again, “Reindeer games!”

Curse that nickname. Curse Stark. He kept walking, now hearing her feet slapping on the floor as she broke into a jog.

When she drew level with him and he still didn’t slow or even acknowledge her presence, she jogged in front of him and stopped directly in his path, unsurprisingly holding her own.

Loki still didn’t stop though, walking straight at her, his eyes direct ahead and looking right through her. He still didn’t show any signs of stopping as he drew closer and the next thing [Y/N] knew he was walking straight through her and vanishing in a flickering shimmer of gold.

[Y/N] couldn’t help stepping back in surprise, then seemed to realise what had happened, glancing around the corridor. She noticed him then, stood at the end of the corridor watching her fall for his ruse.

“Nice magic trick.” She complimented, now walking towards him.

Suddenly she was thrown sideways into the wall, pinned by an arm against her chest and a blade at her throat. “I know.” Loki sneered above her.

[Y/N] glanced up the corridor where he had been a moment ago, only to see the illusion grinning wickedly at her before it too vanished in a flicker.

She returned her eyes back on the man in front of her.  “I’m guessing you’re the real one then? Can you pull a rabbit out of a hat for me next?” She asked cheekily.

He glared at her. “You are stupidly confident that I will not cut your throat right now.” He snarled, pushing the blade closer to her neck.

She instinctively tilted her head back at the pressure on her throat. “I guess so.” She affirmed, still seeming rather unconcerned given her position.

Loki gritted his teeth. “Care to tell me why you won’t leave me alone?”

[Y/N] didn’t say anything, instead looked pointedly – as best as she could - down at the knife held against her. Loki rolled his eyes, retracting the blade but keeping a firm hold on her.

She lowered her head so she comfortably look at him again and Loki was suddenly aware of how close their faces were, but he didn’t pull back.

“I came to ask about that.” [Y/N] said– seeming completely unaffected by how close they were - nodding her head to where the knife was now held by his side. Loki eyed her suspiciously. “I want you to show me some moves.” She explained.

He raised an eyebrow at her request.

“Aww come on,” She faux-whined, “Why not?”

“Tell me why I would?”

“Because you’r-“

“If you call me a gentleman once more time,” He warned, pushing her harder into the wall. “by the Allfather I’ll-“

[Y/N] tried to stop herself wincing, but Loki was pressing on the still tender burns on her chest. “Ah – no.” She interrupted him, gasping in pain. The noise shocked Loki and he immediately relaxed the pressure on her, a flicker of concern passing over his face - though it was instantly replaced with an emotionless mask before she could notice. “I was just going to say you’re the best with knives –“ [Y/N] continued, “you’ve clearly got good reflexes –“ She smirked, despite the dull throbbing on her chest. Loki scowled at this - now seeing it was true about the glass being to check his reactions, “- and I’ve got to keep my skills evolving or else I’ll be useless in combat – Natasha proved that much.”

Loki thought back to the cut on [Y/N]’s hand – and the idea that it could have been much worse if she hadn’t just been sparring with one of the Avengers.

Damn. He wished he didn’t care.

His attention turned back to her. “I will agree to this,” He told her sternly, “only, if you agree to tell me what you are hiding.” He added slyly.

The flicker of fear across her face was brief, but Loki caught it. And it intrigued him. She was tense under his arm and he seemed to have stunned her into silence for a moment.

“You never told them about that?” She eventually asked, uncharacteristically quiet.

The sudden vulnerability in her voice surprised Loki. “No, I have not.” He confessed, his voice almost soft.

“And you still won’t?” She impressed firmly, her eyes hard and steely, daring him to tell her something she didn’t want to hear.

His fascination with this woman flared again. What was she withholding? “I shall not,” He promised, “As long as you finally tell me something true.”

“And you’ll train me?” She demanded almost angrily.

“Fine.”

She eyed him sternly for a moment before she relaxed under his arm again. She nodded in consent.

Loki stepped back, finally releasing [Y/N] and she seemed to sag in fatigue for a moment before she perked up again. “So, when do we start?” She asked, her voice almost back to its usual cheeriness.

“Tomorrow morning. Early. You won’t be sleeping anyway.” He said, a knowing look in his eye.

The fact he knew this seemed to surprise [Y/N] again - a slight blush appearing on her cheeks -  but she quickly recovered. “Good.” She nodded, “Well. I’m going for another drink.” She declared, already taking the first few steps back down the corridor to the lounge.

“Are your wounds hurting?” Loki asked slyly.

[Y/N] paused, her back already to him. She hesitated.  “Uh – yeah.” She mumbled, before continuing forward.

Loki watched her disappear down the corridor before turning, himself, to continue back to his room.

A few screws loose indeed.

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[ephemeralfuture]

I've got a framework for a Leakira story!

Its all headcanon so yeah, Leakira as an aesthetic sounds fun and so does cyberpunk. Uhh I've got a general framework for a heist story starring the Defenders of Tomorrow!

Akira- japanese and pretty good at fighting. He knows how to duel wield but prefers to use a good old fashioned broadsword.

Leandro- he's the driver! Also a sniper, loyal as fuck and the best shot. Leandro and Akira are pretty good as a team, with Akira being the one to bowl through and Leandro doing the planning. Big joker, pretends to be the dumb one. Charismatic.

"Kat1e" Katie "Little Birdie"- Hacker with shifting loyalties, a big nerd and can practically hack into anything. Chews bubblegum and isn't a girl.

Hawea "Rip" Garette- wears hearing aids and can break into any safe. He's an Engineer and locksmith. Can and will break into your home. Big softie, can make the fluffiest pancakes.

Alana- Daughter of Council-Member Alfor. She's the backup to the first driver, she also has strong political ties to the Galra and the Alteans and with a little help with her father can manipulate the police force for Voltron.

Here's the idea

There are Aliens in this town, but they have long been established on Earth.

Balmerans are a group of non human immigrants that power the city of Daibazaal. They are one of the only species of Alien that can efficiently and safely grow Balmeran crystal.

Alana's Dad is on the city council. Zarkon is the mayor and has ties to a known mob syndicate known as The Galra.

Alana discovers (somehow) that Zarkon has been extorting money made from the Crystal Plants and made by Balmerans to pay off council members in order to lobby a bill that allows other species to grow Balmeran crystal (Balmeran crystal, while a great energy source can also be very dangerous if grown by non balmerans and can end up being unstable. The result of Zarkon's bill can threaten the livelihood of the city) this also allows the company that has the monopoly on Balmeran crystal in the city to put plants in low income areas, poisoning water supplies as well. Balmerans specifically have been extorted of their crystal for there is a flimsy law that prevents Balmerans from being exploited for the crystal they produce, requiring companies to allow every Balmeran who grows and mines crystal to take home a cut of the product.

One ounce of Balmeran crystal is worth half a million gac and Zarkon has been hoarding Balmeran crystal and selling it overseas to other companies with no tarriffs.

Zarkon and the galra mob extort the Balmerans for their crystal and thus their money. In return Balmerans get minimal protections from the Mob.

Now its up to Team Voltron to steal Zarkon's most valuable crystal and and redistribute it to the Balmera (with hope of getting a cut from the Balmera).

Then, infiltrate the mob and find out where the extra money is going and cut it off.

#Defenders of tomorrow #leakira #cyberpunk #its a cool little framework #and i like the idea of a heist story #klance #vld #voltron #they're all gay but I want them to steal a crystal pls #how akira and leandro would meet can be up to anyone #like Akira and Leandro rob banks #and Takashi who's part of the police force under secret orders from Alana gets the advice to look for clever men and women to put together #a team #i'll do a part one lol #Alternate Universe #its not much but whatever

[indigo-inkpot]

Bubbles

From a discussion with my friend liz on twitter: What if Shiro loves bubblegum?

I just love the idea of him finding something similar on a planet and the next time they’re doing paperwork or something Pidge is slowly driven nuts by the GODDAMN POPPING WHERE IS IT COMING FROM. (Spoiler: it’s Shiro, Altean manuals are boring and he needed something to stop him grinding his teeth)

This fandom inspires me so much. I might go back and edit this, because Pidge’s reaction feels kinda abrupt, but for now I’m tired and I just wanted to get it written down so I can sleep ;~;

Galaxy Garrison, 3 years earlier

“Shiro, can you please unclench before you grind your way through your skull?” Matt sighed, shooting another paper plane across the dorm room, “I’ve only looked at you for - what, a minute? - and I can feel a sympathy migraine coming on!”

Shiro huffed through his nose, shifting his jaw side-to-side and working the stiff muscles. It made his ears feel odd, the strange motion, but it was the only way he knew to release the tightness that was spreading up his face and down his neck. He jerked back in surprise when a tiny brick, wrapped in yellow paper, bounced off his forehead.

“Gum? Really, Matt?” 

Matt shrugged, “Dude at this point I would take you chewing as obnoxiously as possible over watching you grind your teeth to the root. Just try the gum; it’s sugar-free, if that makes you feel any better?”

“Fine, I’ll try it. But if I don’t like it, you owe me three hours of study-”

“Done!”

“…in silence, Matt.”

Either way, Shiro wasn’t getting that peace and quiet.

Of all of the things that changed after the Kerberos mission, the last thing Shiro expected to miss was bubblegum. There was a lot to miss, sure, he missed his home, his favourite places, even some of the people. But when his jaw remained rigid for three days straight, or he had to give up on research because the pounding in his skull bounced between his temples and neck like a gremlin on speed, he really just wanted something to work out the tension. 

Trying to explain the nature of bubblegum to Coran had been confusing, embarrassing and downright disturbing; he’d left with something with a texture akin to toffee, but smelled like cheap disinfectant. No bubbles, and he damn near cracked a tooth on it.

Cue Matt: Shiro’s saving grace for the second time. Where he had managed to find candy in the middle of space, while also juggling his rebel duties, was just another miracle to add to the growing list of Holt family achievements. 

Over the first few months after Matt returned, he began dropping off little boxes inside Shiro’s room. (How he got in there goes on a separate Holt family list, but Shiro wasn’t exactly complaining.) Slowly, the Black Paladin began to amass a confectionery stash to rival Pidge’s hoard of gadgets in both size and variety. Many went unopened, either because they didn’t look particularly appetising or because Shiro just hadn’t felt brave enough to try them at the time, but of the ones he’d tried; the best by far was a strange pink gum. Apparently it had been suggested by Nyma, and the berries on the box looked similar to the ones Hunk cooked with, so he wasn’t too concerned about trying them.

It tasted awesome, like a hybrid between a strawberry and cherry, with a minty aftertaste. And most importantly, it could blow massive bubbles. 

He’d just received a new box from Matt (who had taken to gifting Shiro the ones he requested in wholesale levels of bulk) and Shiro was rather embarrassed to admit he’d gone more than a little overboard. There had been a few near-misses, when he’d left his room while still absent-mindedly chewing away. He’d rounded a corner and had to quickly swallow it so he could stop Lance rigging the air vent above Keith’s door with a bucket of water balloons. (Where had Lance found water balloons in- nope, actually, Shiro didn’t even want to ask that question.)

He really hoped this was the kind of gum you could swallow. He’d had enough awkward conversations with Coran to last him a lifetime, thank you very much.

Pop!

psshhhh…

Pidge’s head perked up, scrutinising the lab around them. Everyone was working on the latest information dump. Lance was sprawled on his back with his feet braced halfway up the wall, Hunk lying beside him, the right way up. Keith was pacing, cutting a complicated path between all the desks and chairs. Every time he passed too close, Lance would reach up and try to bat Keith’s feet out from underneath him, but would find himself neatly sidestepped every time. (Really, Keith’s sense of spacial awareness was impressive sometimes. Hard to believe that this was the same guy who walked into glass panels if he was caught in conversation.) Aside from the sound of Keith’s boots on the floor and the rubbing of Lance’s socks against the wall, they were practically silent.

Pop!

psshhhh… 

So where was that noise coming from?

Shiro was curled over a desk, facing away from Pidge. He was showing all the signs of having been working too long; his prosthetic stretched out across the table, his other hand tucked into the back of his neck, playing with his scalp where his undercut turned slightly soft and downy. His other key tell had been going steadily all night; the slow working of his jaw. Matt had always told Pidge that Shiro had bruxism bordering on chronic, which they figured was now a textbook definition, given that his worries had evolved from Garrison drama to life-or-death decisions.

Pop!

psshhhh…

“Alright!” Pidge snapped, slamming down the pad. “What in this room has sprung a leak because I’m about to go crazy with the duct tape!”

…

Pop!

“SHIRO!?”

…

psshhhh…

“Sorry, Pidge.” Shiro turned, licking pink gum from his lips, but at least he had the decency to look guilty about it.

“Wait, you have gum? You’d better be planning to share that, Shirogane!” 

#voltron #shiro #headcanon #shirosurvives #indigo fics

[captainsbabysitter-blog]

Double Trouble Ch2

Pairing: McKirk

Length: 1459 words

Rating: G

Summary: Chapter 2! The girls get to know each other and make some plans!

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The camp head stood in front of the large group of girls, calling out the groups in each cabin. There didn’t appear to be any rhyme or reason behind cabin assignments beyond girls in similar age groups being matched up. Joanna fidgeted a little while she waited impatiently for her assignment; the sooner she could curl up on her bunk and plot the downfall of Charlie, the better.

“And because we have such a large number of girls this year, we’ve had to branch out into the two-person cabins,” The woman- Miss Uhura- announced with a winning smile. “Girls in the upper age ranges are assigned to these cabins. First there’s Helen Jones and Ashley Michaud!”

Elysia bounced on the balls of her feet as she waited impatiently to hear her name. She wanted to meet her roommate and make friends and see what kinds of things they could do together. As much as she loved her dad and grandfathers, they weren’t girls her age and there weren’t many kids in general that were her age at school. Charter schools had more of an eclectic collection of students than most, and hers was firmly on the non-traditional side.

“Elysia Kirk and Joanna McCoy, Birch Cabin over there on the left,” she gestured off to the side.

Both girls made their way toward where she had pointed and blinked in confusion when they saw each other. Jo’s blonde hair curled gently midway down her back and Ellie’s was cropped fairly short, but the two noticed immediately that that’s where differences in their appearances ended. They just stared at each other for a few minutes; Jo came back to herself first and gestured vaguely at the door.

“You, um… Wanna go inside?”

Ellie nodded and got inside. She tossed her bags near the bed and turned to inspect Joanna again. “We look… A lot alike.”

“Dang near identical,” Jo agreed. “So, um… I’m Joanna but everyone calls me Jo. Or Jojo. Or just… Whatever, really.”

“I’m Ellie.”

They began unpacking their belongings in relative silence, occasionally glancing across the room at their doppelganger. At some point, Ellie caught sight of a picture of Leonard and asked curiously, “Is that your dad?”

Jo looked over at the picture and smiled. “Yeah that’s daddy. His stupid boyfriend is the reason I’m even here. What about you? Your dad send you here, too?”

“Well I kinda wanted to come, but papa also needs the house to himself for a few weeks so he can paint. Normally I’d just go to grampa and poppy’s, but they’ve got a trip planned and couldn’t take me so I’m here!”

“Your dad’s an artist?” The silent ‘is he even any good?’ trailed off the end of her question.

“Yeah and he’s got this show he’s doing at the end of summer, so I’m here! What about your dad? What’s he do?”

“He’s a doctor. He’s got his own hospital and everything!”

They say on either side of the room looking each other over until one of the counselors knocked on the door. A woman with a lightly waved blonde bob poked her head in with a bright smile that shifted into surprise.

“Oh! I didn’t realize we had sisters here this year! I’m Christine, the counselor in charge of your unit. We’re meeting at the gazebo in about five minutes to get to know each other and go over the schedule for the next few weeks.”

“We’re not sisters,” they both replied in unison.

Christine’s brow furrowed in confusion as she glanced down at her clipboard. “Well isn’t that funny, then… You look so much alike and your birthdays are the same, so I just assumed you must be twins!”

“Our birthdays are the same?” Jo cast another look across the room, wheels already starting to turn in her head.

“Is yours May 14?” Ellie asked, head tipping curiously to the side.

“Yeah and you’re 12 too, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Well! Life can be funny that way, can’t it?” Christine beamed at the and pointed out the door. “When you’re ready, the gazebo is down that path right there, okay?”

Once she seemed satisfied that they’d be able to make their own way, Christine headed off toward the next cabin. The girls quickly finished unpacking and bolted out the door hand in hand down the path that wound through some trees. The gazebo was less a gazebo and more a massive covered area with picnic tables and it looked like most of the girls were already there. Jo and Ellie sat together and talked more about themselves and what their dads did until Christine and Miss Uhura started calling for attention.

Jo thought for just a moment that maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.

~*~*~*~

The two of them were thick as thieves from then on. They talked about everything until well after lights out each night, and it was like they’d known each other all their lives.

About half way through the third week, Jo found herself sitting on her bunk nearly in tears as she tried to remove clumps of marshmallow from her hair. She must have gotten some in there and didn’t notice, and Ellie was trying every trick she knew to take it out without hurting her or ripping out any hair.

“I’m sorry, Jojo, it’s really really stuck,” she admitted with a frown. “Maybe we could cut it out? It’s only in the lower part… Then you can have hair like mine!”

“I like my hair how it is!” She wailed before she settled into a sulk and thought it through. “Fine. But can you even cut hair?”

“I mean how hard can it be?” Ellie was already rummaging through her bag and pulling out a pair of scissors. “Papa does mine all the time and he can’t really do much other than paint and be super smart. Now sit still.”

Elysia eventually had to shuffle up to the counselor’s cabin and knock on the door. She chewed her lip a little when Uhura answered the door. This was going to mean trouble.

“Ellie, sweetheart? What do you need?”

She fidgeted a little more before answering all in one breath, “Well um see, Joanna got marshmallow in her hair when we had s’mores last night and she didn’t know until we woke up and it was all through it and I tried to get it out but I couldn’t so I tried cutting it but it looks really bad and can you fix it?”

Uhura listened carefully, a look of mild horror dawning on her face by the end of Ellie’s ramble. She ducked back inside and came out with a pair of hair scissors. Relief washed over the preteen as she realized the director could help them. She dragged Uhura back to the cabin. No matter how prepared she was, she was still a little surprised to see just how badly her starting point was. Chunks were missing from Jo’s hair and everything was horribly choppy. Joanna was sniffling quietly and obviously trying not to burst into tears.

“Oh dear…”

“It’s awful, isn’t it?” Jo asked miserably.

“It’s… Definitely a look,” Nyota admitted with a sigh. “But it’s nothing I can’t fix, alright? No tears. How about I make your hair look like Elysia’s?”

“Yeah! We can switch places and pretend to be each other and make everyone all confused!” Ellie eagerly agreed, eyes sparking with such an intense mischief that Uhura couldn’t help but sigh.

At that last statement, Joanna froze. She seemed to consider it for several long moments and ultimately nodded. “Yeah. I want hair like Ellie’s.”

It was all over very quickly. Uhura efficiently trimmed up the parts of Jo’s hair that Ellie butchered and carefully removed any remaining pieces of marshmallow while keeping the girls giggling with funny stories. When the last strand was snipped and the sticky mess of hair was swept up off the floor, she shooed them out to breakfast. Joanna waited until they were a good way away before she tugged on Ellie’s hand.

“Ellie I have the best idea!” She continued when her friend just blinked at her, “You want to find your papa someone, right? And I want to give daddy someone who isn’t Charlie, right?”

The response was cautious, “Right…?”

“And we look exactly alike now, right?” Her grin was almost ear to ear as Ellie seemed to get what she was implying. “What if we switched places when we go home after next week? Our dads would have to switch us back! And I could see if your papa is someone I like for daddy and you can see how great my dad is.”

“I like it!”

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#why does mckirk happen to good people #tia writes #parent trap au