#and THAT is gonna fuck me up . meow meow finally has a high chance of getting his happy end… 13 years later gotdamn

[ahalliance]

smth about 10 being 904 yrs old in day of the doctor then 906 in the end of time fucks me up

#s2-s4 were like. fours years to him :( maybe three #and he spends at least two years running about on his own slowly withering away #those two years which are most likely post waters of mars… what if i died #and him STILL feeling horrible about how he acted in the end of time to a point where he starts breaking down in front of wilf . wtf :(( #hes just. he’s my little sad guy :( #why’d he spend a third of his 6 yr existence alone huh 😭 #i am quite literally going to be an emotional mess when the 60th specials drop like 😭 #HIM AND DONNA . back together . besties again . lord #and theyre gonna no doubt address how fucking miserable 10 was at the end of his life . #and there’s no doubt going to be a message about self acceptance and moving on . #14 is a version of 10 who has endured what he once was terrified of and lived to tell the tale . he’s a 10 who knows it was all okay in the #end #and THAT is gonna fuck me up . meow meow finally has a high chance of getting his happy end… 13 years later gotdamn #literally whatever they do ill be happy to see DT and CT acting together again im so fucking pumped #and we’re immediately getting the already banger duo of 15 and ruby right afterwards…. we’re being fucking spoiled #im so so so excited i love doctor who!! i love celebrating the future while honouring the past!! #jay rambles

[koopakaper]

mudae is fucked up bro what the fuck has it done to me

random person rolling THE SPOT at 3 AM while I’m outside smoking

I’m gonna expose the whole system

If you don’t know how the game works, basically you can roll random characters that you can claim for yourself. You can roll 10 an hour, but can only claim once every 3 hours or so. I think that they purposefully drip feed you characters to get you addicted. There’s an algorithm. It tracks what characters are popular, and what characters it knows you like. It knows when you use the bot so it purposefully rolls characters it thinks you want based on your pattern and gives it to you like a fish goes for bait or something analogyesque

I’m checking my disablelist which lets you disable certain groups of characters with a low limit. You can optimally disable a perfect amount of characters to get the best odds at rolling a wish (A character that gets pinged if rolled and can “boost the chance” of it rolling (probably still an active detriment to you rolling because of course the algorithm doesn’t actually want you to get a like 250% bonus chance when you get max upgrades to actually be a pure random roll you’d get them all the time if they were TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY PERCENT MORE LIKELY TO HAPPEN.)) 

I try to disable this random company’s roster but it doesn’t work because I forgor

disabling the most fucking random ass shit I could find with higher than average wg (Waifu Game (It’s cringe because this bot was made by weebs but whatever). Category where you only roll women from games. The alternatives being Husbando (fuck whoever came up with ‘husbando’) Game (hg), but also Waifu Animanga (wa) (Everything that’s not game) and husbando (seriously Fuck that guy) Animanga (ha). I was on wg because I basically completed my ha wishlist which left me with the most random characters. I was on ha for like a YEAR AND A HALF getting all the characters I wanted it took soooo long, and since ha is most of the characters I want anyway (with other people rolling wa so I can get those characters too) I basically mained that category and decided to go on break for new characters to get added (happens once in a blue moon because the mods are lazy as fuck and take like 6 weeks to sort through something that could be done in a Google Form. (jk idc about the time)) so I was about to go back to the years long struggle of completing ha

(The characters on there with the check mark are characters I was trying to get keys with. Keys are just extra rewards that give you bonus, sometimes helpful stuff if you roll a character you already own. Of course owning characters that would give high reward makes them NEVER roll so you get a bunch of shit rewards from the lowest worth card in your “harem” (more cringe).) 

(The ones with nothing next to them are ones I haven’t got yet. Of course having them on here probably decreases their chance. Well no. It does help, but the point is, is that before the boost, the % chance is in the negatives. Putting it at a very low chance which sucks.)

(And the one with the X next to it is the reason I swapped to wg in the first place. I wanted to set up my perfect disablelist and wishlist to get Meow Skulls but... I lost to my literal arch nemesis who took my wish (THEY ROLLED THE SPOT)

Anyway

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ The Meow Skulls in question (from Fortnite)

WHAT THE FUCK THE GIF SPEEDS UP I THOUGHT I WAS GOING CRAZY BUT NO THE GIF GETS EXPONENTIALLY FASTER FOR SOME REASON WHY DOES IT DO THAT

I try to swap back to my other disablelist but I can’t remember the command

The DM I got

ok

Mudae commands aren’t done with ! you fucking IDIOT gotem qs2 my balls lol

I finally figure out how to save my currect wishlists and disablelists so I can come back to wg later

I try to clear my wishlists and disablelists to get a blank slate by loading an empty slot but that’s NOT HOW IT WORKS IDIOT

I finally manage to find the commands

I clear it all out

I’m checking my work. Finally doing what I was trying to do. But that’s where I fucked up also because why the fuck would I ever think to do this

I became self aware quickly

I remembered what I was actually trying to do

my rolls:

random thing no one cares about

random shit no one cares about

random shit no one cares about

random shit one cares about

Awesome Face (had to claim that lol epic)

Random shit no one cares about

Random shit no one cares about

Random shit no one cares about

Eduardo. Nice key and I got some good kakera (the currency, commonly known as kak)

it actually kinda sucked (white ones usually give more but because the white one breaks down into multiple, you essentially get multiple kak per kak

The colors are as follows:

Purple: like 100 kak

Blue: like 150-200

Light Blue: 250-350

Yellow: 400-650

Orange: 700- 950

Red: 1050-1300

White: starts out as 3, sometimes 4 random kak crystals, upgrades to 5, sometimes 6 kak crystals (and beyond?). 

Just estimates, idk the exact number

The worst roll I could get from the white is 5 purples, but blue are most common, and are 2nd worst. So basically I got 4 2nd worsts and one 3rd worst

There’s also RAINBOW kak which gives like 3.5k per grab but it’s super rare.

 I’ve actually gotten it most out of everyone in my server, being FIVE

Random shit no one cares about

Random shit no one cares about

Random shit no one cares about

Random shit no one cares about

Random shit no one cares about

Random shit no one cares about

Cool, another key

Random shit no one cares about

And fucking Earle Schmerle

Wait hold on let me explain

Everytime you claim a character, a message gets sent

You can customize this message.

By default it’s like “username has married charname”

But everyone moved it away from being romantic in that way, so I thought “Wouldn’t it be funny if I did the exact opposite?” and that has been my claim message to this day, which has led to some interesting screenshots

So yeah I rolled shit all

Thank Mudae algorithm

so yeah Mudae is a gambling addiction and I genuinely think it drains my mental health i hope you enjoy my journey

#mudae #the spot #spiderverse #conspiracy #the spot is sexy #wtf who tagged that you're weird #fortnite #meow skulls #i want to have sex with the spot from spiderman into the spiderverse #homestuck 2

[chocominnie]

One Last Time 04  —  Pjm. (M)

⇢ pairing: Jimin X Reader

⇢ Genre: Idol!Jimin, Exbf!Jimin, model!reader, sad au, fluff, tons of smut, angst

⇢ Synopsis: Your idol ex boyfriend Jimin cheated on you. You two have been broken up for a while now and the media has been keeping track of you and him. You’re trying to get over him, but the things that happen inbetween makes you re-think the entire breakup, and so does Jimin…

⇢ Song : xxxxx

⇢ Previous : 00 01 02 03

⇢ Word Count : 4.7k

⇢ Warnings: dominant jimin, makeout sessions, this is honestly a sad angsty au, cheating, pregnancy, unprotected and protected sex, a bunch of sex, no really a LOT of sexual themes too, I know I’m forgetting some but sorry in advance!

⇢ Copyright: please do NOT repost, translate, or modify my works in any way, shape or form, on any platform. If found doing so , it is considered as plagiarism and appropriate LEGAL action will be taken

⇢ Authors note: This is my mini series for the summer! Get your tissues, things to take your anger out on, and sit back and watch the drama unfold. Shall we begin?

Last night can’t get out of your mind. It’s not like you to do such a dumb thing. Kissing Jimin... you didn’t know what had gotten into you last night. The last thing you’d ever want to do is have someone go through the same thing you did with Jimin when he had cheated on you. Your mind raced all night thinking if that kiss, that one sole kiss, would make you the bad guy? Make this whole situation worse? 

Wrong.

Both of you were vulnerable and just not the same. Of course you’re still tender to the subject of and about him, and forever will have have a soft spot for Jimin. You didn’t expect that to happen though. 

‘‘ Yes.. Yes.. Okay.. I understand.”

You drone on for the millionth time today. Only 9 am and calls are making their way to you. You’ve been caught. Someone spotted you and Jimin last night walking to your apartment. Luckily the pictures were only garage scenes of you and him. Jimin’s head hanging low trailing a distance behind you while you hold your sore arm. Thankfully, by the looks of the new articles every damn hour, they think that you had hurt yourself and Jimin was supposedly there for you for comofort.

The fanpages are going to have a field day with that.

Your manager continues to lecture you about how this could start a scandal, how you should of been more careful, and finally that those words everyone has told you before. He wasn’t good to you, move on.

‘‘ Listen im just going to be with Ryan today and she’s bringing Jungkook. We are heading over to Ryan’s office to discuss things and what not.’‘ You sigh into the phone, wanting to hang up already.

Your manager on the other line is hesitant for you to go, but gives in once you say you’ll only be an hour in and out. That’s the only way you’ll get to go out today. Whenever small scandals like this brew up, the management company would make you stay low for the next three days. 

You both say your goodbyes and then hang up. Finally. Somewhere in the room Clara lets out one of her tiny meows making you smile to yourself. The day planned ahead is way more exciting than you worrying to yourself

‘‘ Baby please. I have to go’‘

Isabel smirks lowly while shaking her head. Jimin watches her intensively as her hands roam all around his now bare chest, that was covered with a shirt two minutes ago.

‘‘ Jimin, you and I both know that we haven’t had much time to ourselves lately.’‘

Her dainty fingertips trace over his forming abs one by one staring him straight in the eyes. He bites his lip hard just before letting out a useless groan with his head thrown back in the chair. It’s true. With all the celebrity show appearances they’ve had, the quality time together has been cut short.

He ries to pry her hands away from his jeans but it’s no use. “ I have to leave, Jungook wants me at Ryan’s office in twenty minutes.”

Her face turns into a pout, lifting her hands from his jeans.  ‘’ So he’s more important than your girlfriend?’’

‘‘ Well I mean he is my blood broth- Fuck!’’

It’ was quick enough to where he didn’t feel it coming. Before he knew it, his jeans were unbuttoned and her mouth glides across the imprint of his shaft hiding behind his boxers. “ We can stop and you can leave.. if you want..” She knows exactly what shes doing by making sure her voice is low and those round eyes meeting his. 

His groans only become louder when she takes a long, slow lick from the base to the tip. There’s no way on hell he’ll miss this opportunity to get some head. Jimin’s craving for sex has been high lately and with no time to recieve pleasure, he damn sure wasn’t gonna let up this offer. “ Fuck that. Keep going my love.”

Grabbing a fistful of Isabel’s hair, he yanks his boxers down revealing his thick, hard member hat springs up to his belly button. Isabel smirks at him just before taking the whole thing down her throat making Jimin moan out louder in pleasure. The sound of sucking, wet noises fill the studio’s ambiance.

Jimin watches her intensely while letting out low groans and growls as her bobbing head becomes quicker. This isn’t what he wants truly.  What he wants is you. You is who he wishes who’d be pleasuring him right now. The way you’d sometimes gag on him when his dick filled your mouth completely was something he’d always enjoyed seeing. The way your eyes water with him stuffed in your mouth but determined to go on was a major turn on for him. He wants you and only you. Right now in this moment Isabel doesn’t mean shit to him but you do. 

He can’t help but to lean back in his chair and close his eyes waiting to chase his high, all with the thoughts of you and your guises past sexual encounters turning him on even more with the lost track of time in the back of his mind.

You on the other hand, wait with Jungkook and Ryan who are getting a bit anxious waiting for the boy’s arrival. You of course didn’t want him to come. It’ll only make things more complicated than it is right now. Essentially you were going to leave when Jungkook said he’d be inviting Jimin.. yet again. 

Seeing as though when you were on your way to the office, you had glanced at the clouds and could see a big thunderstorm brewing. You’d rather not take your chances of being rained on while walking back to your apartment.

‘‘ Geez where is this guy? He’s always late ever since he’s been with Isa-”

A shove by Ryan shuts him right up before finishing his sentence. Ryan gives him a glare and a few utters of words to him before turning back to the giant window that gazes over the bright nightlife of Seoul.

One part of you wishes for Jimin not to actually show up but the other does. Just to see his face and reaction too you ever since yesterday. But just for the sake of it, you won’t bring it up. Play it off like it never happened.

‘‘ Was it really necessary for us to come at night? We couldn’t of just come during the day?’’ Jungkook says, walking over to her.

He snakes his arms around his waist placing gentle butterfly kisses around her neck. The reflection off the mirror shows her facial expression, a slight smile as they sway from side to side. A ping of happiness shoots through you at the sight of them. It reminds you of you and Jimin. That happiness quickly shuts down.

You smile to yourself, “Well i’m a model, Jungkook and his brother are idols, and you’re an upcoming fashion designer dating said Idol. ”

Jungkook clears his throat before placing his arm gently around Ryan, “ Yeah she’s MY girlfriend.’’ He says proudly. Ryan shakes her head while playfully rolling her eyes. 

You giggle along with her. It’s only been a short while since he’s asked her and he seems so happy and proud with her. Something you wish that Jimin wouldn’t have ruined for you two.

‘‘ Nobody knows we are dating and If paparazzi catches you coming to my office it’s going to stir up something rather it be little or not.’‘ Ryan sighs, sitting down next to you on the white couch.

Jungkook pauses to be silent for a second but continues on, “ That would happen regardless because paparazzi comes out at any time of day. We just so happen not to get caught.’’

Your frail hands begin to play with the sleeve of your shirt at the wrists. Something you do when anxious but trying to keep calm. You’re starting to get annoyed with this couple talk. You’re happy for them but rubbing it in is starting to hurt a bit. Where is he at?

‘‘ You know what im tired of waiting. If he comes he comes. If he doesn’t oh well we already knew he’s an asshole because of that girl now.” Ryan scoffs.

She folds her arms as she leans onto Jungkook who’s now sitting on the arm of the couch. He chuckles at her pouting and sudden anger just before giving her a kiss on the forehead.

You take in the sight of them. Two love birds that mean the world to each other. You wouldn’t dare want nor try to break them up. You knew Jungkook has been waiting for that moment to ask her. When he did on that day Ryan couldn’t of been even more happier.

And if as on cue, that familiar face comes in quietly with two large brown bags in his hands. You choose not to make eye contact with him when he stops infront of the couch, glancing at you.

‘‘ Im sorry im late. I bought food for us..” He pleads for forgiveness. If it was up to you then you wouldn’t have forgiven him. Hell, you still don’t want to forgive him for that act last night. Yet you can’t be a hypocrite because you’re just as guilty.

Jungkook takes the bags from him due to the way to familiar scent coming from them. Jajangmyeon. His favorite noodles of all time. A quick way to earn his forgiveness of anything.

‘‘ You are forgiven don’t let it happen again,”  He says, smiling ear to ear as he pulls out his serving of noodles.

Ryan hands you a pair of chopsticks and your serving of noodles. You thank her and look down at the bowl. If you did eat it that means you forgave him, if you didn’t that means you wont. Your mind doesn’t know which one to pick.

While everyone sits there talking amongst themselves you sit there with chopsticks in hand zoned out. You seen the hickies when he had came in. When he had tilted his head announcing his arrival, thats when you saw it peeking from under his scarf. that The dark bruises peaked up and back into hiding whenever he moved.

‘‘ You don’t like the noodles?” Jungkook says, taking a big bite of noodles then slurping them up.

Ryan gives you one of your guises code looks but you give one back to say you are fine. ‘’ Im sorry I was just zoned out.’’

You don’t engage on any of the conversation instead you sit there eating your noodles quietly until they’re gone. That is until the real reason why you are here is brought up.

‘‘ We are here because me and Jungkook have thought about you guys.” Ryan glances at the boy who’s now wiping his face free of sauce.

Great. When are people going to stop doing that though?

‘‘ Ryan come on now, I honestly don’t care. He’s happy with her and I am with myself. Im serious. Please stop thinking about things like this. Im happy can’t you see that! ‘‘ By this point you know you’re all worked up.

It isn’t the truth, but you just want everyone to stop worrying so you could move on. Bringing the whole situation up all the time is draining for you and you’d rather not be reminded of Jimin and what he does and how he’s doing.

Jimin keeps quite with a stare that’s intense on you. You stare right back at him with an emotionless expression. The both of your eyes never leave each-other but you knew it had hurt him. Saying that you’re fine but he knows you’re bothered a lot.

Jungkook sighs heavily, “Baby-Cheeks don’t get all upset now. We are just worried solely on you. Even Jimin is and we all came to an agreement to have this civil conversation right here and now because all of it needs to be addressed.”

You cock your head slightly to the side not leaving Jimin’s eyes. You knew for a fact that this entire conversation is his doing just by Jungkook saying that last sentence. 

“ I told you to stop worrying about me. I really meant it. I’m fine. I am F I N E .’’ You spell out the words, then shake your head clearly pissed off. 

‘‘ But you aren’t. You constantly lose focus and don’t talk as much. Im worried for you so much that it pains me to even see you like this.” Jimin bites his lips to prevent from breaking down. You know that expression all to well.

That still doesn’t mean he should be worrying about you. You two are no longer together and no matter how many times you scream it to the top of your lungs each time, nobody listens to you.

‘‘ I am fine. I promise you guys. I’ve just had a comeback and they set me on a strict diet for the next few months and I go to the gym more than I used to because that’s what us models do. Since I have been absent for a year now my break time is over. The reason I zone out is because I have a busy schedule and sleep is whenever I can get it so that makes me tired often. I am fine.”

Your explanation is partially true and you do feel bad for lying on some of the parts but knowing them they will keep doing whatever to make things right. It’s time for you and them to stop worrying about Jimin and your relationship with each other.

The group doesn’t say anything after that. You tried to keep the best serious tone you had to explain that to them. Luckily they fell through and believed it. All except Jimin.

‘‘ Now can we move on? Is everything okay now?”  You ask, looking at both Ryan and Jungkook. They both shake their head slowly still unsure of what to think.

‘‘ Well since that is over with, lets all take our leave yeah?” Ryan sighs, collecting everybody’s trash from the food. You nod your head and begin to help her while the boys go somewhere in the room to talk privately together.

You don’t care enough to want to know about what they’re saying. As long as they don’t bring anything of worriedness about you again then it’s okay. Soon after the room is all cleaned up you grab your coat and scarf. Jungkook grabs Ryan’s and helps her into hers, zipping it all the way up.

‘‘ My baby can’t catch a cold.” He giggles before placing a kiss on her forehead. Ryan turns a deep red in her cheeks as he continues to dress her properly for the snow outside.

‘‘ Can we talk privately again?’‘ A quite voice says behind you. You knew it all to well. But you don’t turn around at all while slipping your coat on.

‘‘ I’ve thought I made myself clear. I don’t need to say it again. Please just accept it.”  The maroon colored scarf is gently placed around you from behind.

You grab his hands to stop him but he’s quick enough to come in-front of you and begin to wrap it for you. “ You lied. You can fool them but not me.’’

You break his hands away from the scarf, making sure to glare at him before you storm out of the office. All of the pressure and just concern in general is getting to you. It’s not like you to get worked up to this point. You hate making scenes and you knew that when you left like that it’s going to spark more curiousness.

The heel of your black suede thigh high boots click down the hallway fast as tears feel the brim of your eyes. Why wont they just leave it be?

After taking the long way out and going down three flights of stairs from the emergency exit, you make it down to the lobby and out the rotating doors.

When you do you almost choke out a whimper at the sight at Jimin greeting Isabel with a hug in which she pulls him down to a deep passionate kiss while waiting in-front of his car.

He was just upstairs dressing you properly, but kissing on her a few minutes later. Typical Jimin.

You bite your lip hard enough for the taste of blood to fill your mouth to prevent from crying right then and there. You can’t show her any sign of weakness. This is what she wants you to do. Cry and breakdown in-front of her to gain victory. She can’t have it. She wont have it.

You slip your hands into the coat pockets and begin your journey down the street. Catching a taxi would be no use. The cold harsh wind mixing with the hard drops of rain feel euphoric but numb to you.

‘‘ What are you doing? You’ll catch a cold for walking in this type of weather!” A voice yells far from behind you.

You don’t bother to look back at him. You up your pace just by a little to get that voice far away from you as possible. He kissed you last night, but kissed her right infront of you. The lump in your throat is sore and your heart hurts with each step you take.  Is this how the game goes? It hurts. It hurts a lot. 

 The wind blows harsh and the rain blows on your face making your makeup wet but not smeared. The mascara running down your face doesn’t matter from your wet tears.

 The stop lights turn yellow, red, and then green a couple of times. You count the number of changes before walking past it. Three times total.

Yellow

Red

Green

then back again.

The thunder roars causing you to jump a bit, but you’re numb to any noise around you anyways. You sniffle repeatedly to stop your nose from running but why not just let it run? Why not just let everything go. Let yourself go. Yeah that sounds about right. Let yourself g-

The blackness of your vision is sudden. No chance to react when the sound disappears from it. To the ground your body goes, laying there in a puddle of water. Your eyes blink slowly when you wince in pain upon bringing your hand up to your head. Vision goes in and out, in and out. You can’t hear the disorted person above you screaming and shaking you just before blacking out again.

The look of horror on his face and adrenaline runs through his body as soon as your eyes close. He thinks it’s his fault. His fault for wanting to keep talking to you. His fault for kissing you last night. His fault for stressing you out to your limits for you to walk home instead of asking him for a ride.

Running his hand through his hair, he slowly picks up your limp body. He saw that fall, and that fall was hard. You slipped on a decent sized amount of a dirt and mud mixture from not paying attention. Tears roll down his eyes when he places you in the passenger seat to buckle your seatbelt where your chest rises up and down. A sign of life.

The ride to your house is hell for him. Constantly hitting the steering wheel out of anger from himself and crying loudly wishing for you to be fine and okay. The hospital wasn’t an option right now. If paparazzi saw him taking you in unconcious right after the small scandal, he’d be sure that he’d be on the news for the next two weeks for supposedly abusing you, which isn’t the case.

It doesn’t take him long to arrive, considering he was tokyo drifting through the streets of Seoul. Laying your body on your bed, he sees the bottom of your outfit is dirty with mud. At first he hesitates but keeping muddy clothes on you wouldn’t be right of him.

After picking out some sweatpants, he moves on to your hoodie collection and spots one in the back of the drawer folded into a ball. Jimin lets out a small laugh when he realizes its one of his. It must of ended up here in transit when packing from the old apartment.

Nevertheless, he decides it’s that one you’ll be wearing and not anyone of the others. When it comes time to undress you, he looks away when taking off your clothes and putting the new clothes on. He tucks you in when done, planting a small kiss on your forehead just before going to get an icepack for you to place it on your head.

The sound of cartoons playing in a distance wakes you up. Your eyes stir open until full view. The throbbing of your head makes you wince a little. You’re just as more confused as to when you made it into your apartment let alone your room.

‘‘ You’re awake?’‘

He places the icepack on the back of your head but when he goes to grab your hand to make you secure it, your heart skips a beat when his soft hand touches yours. It’s been a while since you last had his warm touch against yours. 

The thoughts in your head stops when he lets go of your now cold hand. ‘‘ Why are you here?”  You say, finally looking at him.

‘‘ You fell. You fell on a puddle of mud while crossing over to the next sidewalk.” He sighs, eyes staring at you with anger yet relief. Instead of fighting back for the sake of your throbbing head, you just look down.

Thats when you notice the new set of clothes on your body. You certainly weren’t wearing this hoodie before. In fact you knew for a fact that this particular hoodie was balled up in the back of your dresser drawer. It’s his. 

 “ You undressed me?” You yell, furrowing your eyebrows at him. You pull the cover closer up to your body out of embarassment but Jimin doesn’t care. He’s more worried about the fall than the undressing.

“ Do you fucking know how got damn worried I was?” Jimin walks over to you with his arms crossed and jaw clenching. You want to hide right about now. “You’re more worried about if I was a pervert or not but news flash, I didn’t even look at you while undressing you. I’m not the asshole you think I am.”  

Silence is golden.

‘‘ We all shouldn’t have been out there with a storm coming, but we came to the office for your sake. You keep putting yourself at risk, just stop!‘‘ He semi-yells at you. 

You know he’s correct but that doesn’t stop you from forming the lecture into an arguement.

‘‘ Risk? I don’t take risks unless necessary. I was just minding my business and walking home. I guess I wasn’t mindful for that the weather wasn’t suitable for walking. Thank you for tending to me.’’

The boy scoffs with a sarcastic smile on his face backing away from your bed. You close your eyes knowing you shouldn’t of said that. ‘‘ Wasn’t mindful? Really? Why can’t you just listen to me whenever I need you to?”

‘‘ You were with Isabel. I don’t have anything to do with your guys relationship at all. I didn’t want to seem like a threat to her. ‘‘

Jimin sighs and rubs his temples, ‘’ You know you’re hard headed right? Do you think I give a flying fuck if she was there or not? You health and you yourself are important to me. ‘’

Here we go again.

‘‘ I said don’t worr-’‘

Jimin raises up quickly with anger and sadness written all over his face, ‘’ I don’t care what you say. Fucking listen to me when I say so! I’m going to worry about you until the day I die and cannot breathe anymore! Accept it okay?’’ He semi- yells, chest heaving up and down fast.

You keep your eyes away from his. You knew it would happen. You knew he would blow up somehow today.

‘‘ Im not going to accept it. Want to know why? I’m not your girlfriend anymore. I have to accept the fact that you no longer are in a relationship with me Jimin. You need to too.’‘

Jimin sighs, pacing back in forth across the wooden floor while running his fingers through his hair repeatedly, “ I was hoping it wouldn’t have to be like this. I’m not letting it happen anymore. From now on I will be checking on you everyday. Understand?’’

‘‘ No I don-”

‘‘ Understand?’‘ He growls, head whipping towards your direction.

There it goes. Pissed off Jimin. The side of his dominance that he dares anyone to overpower.

‘‘ Jimin you cannot come he-”

He shoots you a glare wanting his question answered now. You bite your lip making sure to shut the fuck up at this point. Anything you say after you know would do damage. ‘‘ Do you. Fucking. Understand?’‘

You nod your head. When he becomes like this there isn’t any way to stop him or change his mind.

‘‘ Good. Im not leaving for the night.”

You furrow your eyebrows, “Woah Jimin. Okay that’s too far. That’s considered cheating on Isabel.”

‘‘ It’s not. Not if im not with her anymore.’‘

Your heart jumps at those words. Not with her anymore?

‘‘ You honestly didn’t have to break up with her for me.”

You know you’d honestly feel very bad, but not as bad because she honestly deserves it for being a homewrecker. Then again, what does that make you?

‘‘ We technically are on a break. Im planning to break up with her in a couple of days.” He says, turning the blaring hot heater that was turned on prior to you waking up, onto it’s low settings.

You decide that’s enough of questions and to just enjoy his company there while it lasts. Putting the cover back down, you pick up your phone from the nightstand. A few texts from your manager, a missed call from Ryan. By the looks of it they both don’t know what happened and that somehow relieves you. 

Looking back up at him, you notice him turned around about to take off his shirt. His back muscles are evident and flex whenever he moves. You miss those. The way they’d feel under your hands and nails when he used to be ontop of you giving you the best nights of your life.

You hadn’t known he had turned around because you’re too deep in thought recalling those nights. “ Im assuming you like what you see?”

So you’ve been caught. “ No. Put your shirt back on.” Its a lie but you can’t admit to daydreaming about him.

‘‘ Hush im just changing into new clothes.’‘

You watch him go to your bottom left dresser and it all clicks to you. Back when you both shared an apartment Jimin kept extra clothing for emergencies always in the left bottom drawer.

You don’t know why, but you felt that it was tradition to put his extra clothing inside the bottom left drawer when you moved into here. Jimin had left the box of emergency clothing, on accident, with you as the both of you moved out.

When things had arrived here and you started unpacking you had seen what was inside the box. Instead of calling him to retrieve it, you just placed them in the bottom left drawer of your dresser in case something had ever happened where he was in need.

And that scenario just so happened to play out today.

You close your eyes as he casually slips his pants off in front of you. You want to peak but choose not to. ‘‘ Why are you covering your eyes? You’ve seen all of me before.”

And you want to see it all again.

‘‘ Yeah whatever. Im sleepy.’‘

 You rub your eyes and let out a quite yawn. You can feel his eyes staring into you so you turn to face him while getting comfortable under the covers.

Jimin turns out the lights first and then the t.v. Pitch black just how you like it.

‘‘ I forgot how cute you can be.’‘ He shakes his head, pulling you closer to him to where you’re laying on his chest with his arms wrapped around you.

His heartbeat is relaxing to you. So relaxing that soon enough, the both of you are fast asleep tangled in each-others love.

Once again, you fell for his sweet-talking and little white lies. All because you want another chance, one last time.

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[thefanficmonster]

Take That!

Corpse Husband & Reader (Female) ft. Streamer Gang

Warnings: Mentions of Depression, Suppressed Sadness, Swearing

Genre: Platonic Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: What is a friend? Your smile through the tears. The umbrella over your head when it starts raining. The ointment to your wound. But if you wanna put it in a more literal manner, a friend is something that doesn’t have a concrete definition. It can be the person you sit next to in class or the person who’s hundreds of miles away from you and you’re connected to through a Discord call.

Requested by Anon. Hello dear! Thank you so much for your request, sorry it’s taken me so long to complete and post it but here it finally is and I hope you enjoy the read if you happen to come across the fic. Love, Vy ❤

There are those days when I wake up excited for a new day. There are also those days when the thought of playing Among Us with my friends is all that gets me out of bed. And then there are those days when not even that can get me to budge. Today is one of those days.

I’d still be in bed right now had I not needed to use the bathroom. On my way back to hide under my covers, I heard my cat’s meow from the kitchen, reminding me she needed to be fed. After tending to that task I just sort of lost will to return to bed either. Speaking truthfully, today is a will-less day. The type of day where I have no idea what to do with myself because I feel so odd and uncomfortable: heavy and bustling head, motivation below zero no matter whether I have zero tasks to tend to or a mountain high pile of work. It’s a laying on the floor and letting my mind eat away at me type of day and I can’t say I appreciate it.

The only thing I have to look forward to is the game of Among Us Corpse invited me to yesterday. Had I known I’d wake up feeling like absolute shit, I wouldn’t have accepted. I just know I’ll be a downer the whole time because I suck at covering up how I feel - my smiling masks and faux happiness don’t cut it but staying quiet is even worse because I’m typically and energetic and bubbly person, always having something to say or a comment to add to the conversation. Always looking to make people laugh.

Well, it’s hard to make people laugh when you feel like a deflated balloon.

I can’t describe the feeling any better than that - I feel empty, maybe a little sad somewhere in the mix, unmotivated. I keep these feelings to myself cause whenever I bring them up people just blow me off, saying I’m describing laziness but more dramatically. Either that or burnout which is sometimes the case, but I’m more than sure that it’s not the culprit for today. You can only blame burnout so many times.

Anyway, I make a mental note, promising myself I’m not gonna bail on my friends regardless of whether my mood gets better or worse. Who knows, maybe a gaming session with them is exactly what I need.

                                                              *  *  *

Not much has changed with my emotional state - I’ve spent a good chunk of the day surfing through TV channels and my socials with nothing else to occupy my mind but the overwhelming knowledge that I’m not feeling ok and that hyperawareness of a void that I feel but cannot describe. At one point, Corpse sent me a text to confirm I’d be participating in the gaming session and I was this close to saying no. This close to coming up with some bullshit excuse and bailing but I didn’t, thankfully. 

Here’s the thing about this drop in mood of mine - I know it’s gonna be gone by morning. It bullies me, beats and batters me for only twenty four hours - never more, never less. Like clockwork and as precise as a Swiss watch. And so fucking annoying. No matter what I do, I can’t end it prematurely and I can never wake up feeling down and unmotivated the next morning - there’s always a surge of motivation coursing through me and it drives me to be super productive as if making up for what I didn’t do the previous day when I was in the dumps.

It’s a twisted way of it showing me I’m powerless and at the mercy of a force that, despite being mine and existing within me, I’m completely unfamiliar with. It’s so fucking unfair, it’s disheartening.

“Hi everyone! Sorry I’m late.“ I greet the five people who have already gathered in the Discord call and the Among Us lobby.

Yeah, sorry I’m late, I was contemplating not showing up at all last minute

“Don’t worry about it, many people are running late as you can see.“ Rae replies reassuringly, “How’s your day? Anything spectacular happen?“

I can’t help but scoff, “Yeah sure, a TON of spectacularism in my life on the daily. From the large stack of papers I couldn’t bring myself to touch, to the dusty surfaces all over my apartment I didn’t convince myself to clean - it’s all fabulous over here.”

Fuck, that was too real

“Whoa, where’d all this sarcasm come from?“ Rae asks, sounding genuinely baffled rather than teasing, “It’s never been your strong suit.“

“Neither has unproductivity.“ Corpse, my best friend, chimes in, “Everything ok?“

Well, I admit, I should’ve known better than to have an outburst like that in front of people who have known me for a while now and can probably gauge my emotions even without me admitting to them. I truly don’t know where it came from. Hell, I didn’t even see it coming.

“Nah, it’s ok. I’m just being lazy, I guess.” I’m quick to withdraw and brush off any suspicion. The last thing I want is to worry my friends or, even worse, receive the same response from them: that I’m being dramatic, that I’m attention-seeking, that I’m just lazy and unmotivated as are most people of my generation.

“You know, what people often self-diagnose as ‘laziness’ often turns out to be something more serious. I don’t mean to scare you, but it could be depression.“ Corpse says after a brief moment of silence in the call, his voice soft and cautious as if explaining a complex problem to a kid who’s bound to be hurt by what it’s told.

I can’t help but chuckle. He has no idea how much he’s relieved me by saying that. I always ‘don’t want to talk about it’ and ‘want to change the subject’ while what I truly need happens to be the complete opposite. I need someone to hear me out, I need someone who will not brush me and my concerns off like we don’t matter. I need someone who’ll understand. And if these people who have openly struggled with anxiety or depression don’t get me, who will?

“Yeah, I genuinely thought I thought of myself as a lowlife while I was in college cause I started losing motivation for everything and started fearing what was to come. I began avoiding going out and talking to people cause I felt like I was the sore thumb in the friend group I had - the only one without any specific goal or a dream.“ Leslie says out of the blue, “Turns out I suffered through a burnout so bad it turned into an anxiety/depression combo that I just blamed on being a lazy college student.“

“Same here!“ Toast pipes in, “I was bedridden for a while during the first days of my streaming career, for a very ridiculous reason - I believed I didn’t deserve the attention I was getting and I wasn’t doing as well as people gave me credit for. So that had me crippled with self-doubt for a long while.“

“I still don’t believe I’m doing as well as I get credit for, but oh well.“ Leslie laughs, “I already told you all about my dumpster-fire of a brain, so I’m instead gonna say: what you need is an appointment with a therapist. Also - you need to stop underestimating your struggles. Invalidating yourself and what you’re going through is gonna make things only worse for you. You need to love yourself.“

“And you need us!“ Rae exclaims, “You need the best support you can get and, lucky for you, we’re the best in the business. Count on us always being there for you, Y/N. Cause we always will be.“

“You’re never alone. We’re all just a call or a text away. Especially me.“ Corpse adds, “I’m basically at your service 24/7, just like you’ve always been for me. What are best friends for if not sharing mental struggles and lifting each other up afterwards?“

I don’t know when this smile made its home on my face but it seems to be rather happy with where it is and wants to stay. Something tells me that thanks to these guys, it will indeed stay there for quite some time. And every time it tries to slip away, they’ll be there to bring it back.

“Then let’s lift each other up, shall we? I mean, what better way to do it other than killing each other and getting away with it?“ I attempt a giggle, hiding my emotions behind it like my life depends on it. Chances are they heard all I’m feeling in my voice, but I can only hope they’re not gonna mention it.

“Y/N, hun, I’m sorry to burst your bubble but....you never get away with it.“ Corpse wheezes, causing me to narrow my eyes and frown.

“Oh, you’re so gonna get it now!“ I exclaim, cracking my knuckles before getting my hands on my keyboard, “Start the game! I have a point to prove!“

And just like that, in what felt like the blink of an eye, the clouds have shuffled aside to make path for the sunshine to grace my brain with positivity I was not expecting to feel until tomorrow morning. I can’t give myself the credit for that though - it all goes to these amazing people I have the honor of calling friends.

I may have no power over it on my own, but with the gang’s help, I can take full control of it. And as a middle finger to the melancholy, I’ll do it all with a bright smile on my face.

Take that, brain!

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[tainted-wine]

Just gonna leave this here: a quirk that turns Hawks into an actual hawk version of himself that can talk, and his poor s/o must be his falconer until the quirk wears off. Alternatively, Dabi getting chibi’d. MANY LOLS TO BE HAD. And also burnt pants pockets, if I’m not mistaken.

If Hawks was a bird, I’d imagine his appearance would resemble a Brahminy Kite aka red-backed sea eagle. Yeah, I know they’re not exactly hawks but it’s such a perfect look for him. Though I’d imagine his front plumage to look more blonde than white.

The news reporters were already swarming him. At least give him a chance to breathe; this was probably more shocking to himself than it was to them. It’s also just a little intimidating to have so many people several times his height squatting down and shoving mics into his little beak.

“Did you see the villain that did this to you, Hawks?”

“How long will this quirk last?”

“Will you be able to carry on with hero work in this condition?”

“What do you have to say to your fangirls right now?”

“Would you be willing to have a photoshoot with us and promote our bird shop?”

He raises his wings (man, it’s weird when they’re your only upper limbs) and attempts to calm everyone down.

“Relax, everyone. I’ll have this all fixed up soon, I promise! And don’t think I’ll be taking a break from hero work just because I’m small enough to perch on your arm. You villains out there better stay put!”

The flashing cameras hurt. His eyes felt more sensitive than ever.

Of course, that was a bit of a lie. Hell no, he isn’t fighting any competent villain while he’s a literal bird, but he already knows that the Hero Commission isn’t going to let him sit back even while he looks like this.

-----------------

What the fuck were you watching.

A group of reporters were crowding a bird that had just hopped out of your lover’s hero outfit which was piled on the floor. And they were calling the bird Hawks.

And then the bird spoke. With Hawks’s voice.

No way.

A bit less than an hour after those surreal interviews, a rapping sound was heard at your window. Lo and behold, the same bird you’ve been looking at all over the Tweeter feed was waving at you as he waited patiently to be let in.

You didn’t know where to even start as he waddled in, unsteady on legs that bended in ways he wasn’t used to, and large talons that scratched every surface.

“Did ya miss me, baby bird?” Wow, he really just used his seductive voice. 

Your discussion with him about what he plans to do while in his current form is as awkward as you expected, with one extra curve-ball thrown in.

Your face looms over his smaller head. “What do you mean you need me on your patrols? Patrols that you shouldn’t even be doing right now?”

He shakes and puffs up his feathers. “You’ll be my partner in crime! Well, more like you’ll be the one carrying my goods around and answering calls while I take down bad guys. And I have to make sure I always have a good takeoff spot, since I’m not as quick and limber of a flyer as I usually am. It’ll be safe, I promise.”

-----------------

It wasn’t very safe.

Sneaking up on a villain in a sketchy ally was not safe at all. Hawks was unknowingly digging his talons into your skin as he kept his body low, his wings only half-folded in case he needed to fly at any moment.

With a signaling squeeze (ouch), you swung your arm as he leapt off and flew toward the unassuming criminal.

It was...ridiculous, watching what was an intimidating man make high-pitched yelps of surprise and swat at the hawk flapping around his head. All respect as a villain is probably lost if you’re subdued by a bird that isn’t even half your size.

“Now!” Hawks shouted while he had the man’s arms pinned behind his back.

You rushed in to click the handcuffs around his wrists. 

“That’s your third arrest, baby bird! You oughta try for a hero license!” He praised you with a wink.

“Thanks, but I’d rather have this entire fever dream end as soon as possible.”

His phone vibrated in your pocket and you withdrew it to see which sidekick or Commission member was calling him this time. Instead, a strange name popped up.

“Who is...‘Burnt Bitch’?”

Hawks swooped in and snatched the phone out of your hands before you could even blink.

“Aheheheh, sorry love! This is a personal call that I gotta take myself!” He flew out of your sight, leaving you to handle the humiliated and angry villain by yourself.

-----------------

Hawks swore when he scratched his screen as he attempted to answer the call. Dammit, Dabi sure was a master of contacting him at inconvenient times. 

Having finally pressed the button, he gave his usual greeting to the fiery villain. “What’s up, Dabs?”

“So you’re a literal birdbrain right now, are you? Pretty hilarious.”

That...was not Dabi’s voice.

“Um, why do you sound like a chipmunk?”

“...I’m just using a voice changer,” the squeaky villain said. “I shouldn’t make myself too obvious when talking to you.”

Hawks scratched his head, flinching when he nearly poked his eye. “You’re just now deciding to do that, and you couldn’t pick a voice that I’d actually take seriously?”

“Like you’re one to talk. I’m impressed you managed to answer the phone without any hands. You’re meeting up with me at the usual spot tonight.”

“...Tonight?”

Dabi groaned, which sounded more like those low meows that angry cats do. “Did I stutter? Those holes in your bird head work, right? And you better not laugh when you get here.”

Click.

Hawks’s inner eyelids blinked rapidly at the phone. What would he laugh about?

-----------------

Oh.

That’s what.

Hawks rested on a trash can as he watched Dabi emerge from the shadows behind the abandoned building. He was pretty far away, his form slowly getting bigger as he got closer. Although...Hawks is pretty sure that he should look a lot bigger from that distance. Maybe the angle of his giant eyes was screwing up his depth perception.

It was only when Dabi was right in front of him did Hawks realize that the villain was the size of a toddler.

He tried not to let any laughter slip past his beak, and failed miserably.

“What did I fucking tell you?” Dabi growled in his helium voice. Oh god he wasn’t using a voice changer on the phone.

That made the bird hero laugh even harder, wings outstretched as he tried to keep his balance. “Wh-wha...” He struggled to speak between wheezes. “What the hell happened?”

Dabi shuffled in his kiddie hoodie. “Some dumbass thug thought it would be funny to chibify me. I thought it would be funny to turn him into ash, so I did.”

“Really? Do you know if it wears off overtime or did you just kill the poor guy without asking questions?”

“......”

“Holy shit!” Another fit of squawking laughter. “You might be adorable forever!”

A blue flame appeared in his tiny baby hands oh my god he’s so cute!

“Unlike you, I can still use my quirk, so keep talking if you want to become the fried chicken you love so much.”

"You-” Cough. “You don’t even need your fire.” Hawks's feathers were fully fluffed out as he tried to breathe. “If you keep talking with that high voice, I’m gonna keel over!”

A tiny scarred hand around his neck finally silenced him with a startled screech.

“You tweety little bastard.”

Hawks cracked up again as he choked.

-----------------

Shouta Aizawa has come across many strange sights during his late night patrols. Some of them gruesome, some of them obscene, and some that are just too weird to even be questioned.

Finding a child concealed in an oversized hoodie in a bout of fisticuffs with a bird of prey was in the third category.

He couldn’t even tell who was winning. The kid would sometimes get a hold of the bird for no more than a few seconds before a sharp beak digs into his hand and forces him to let go. It was the strangest wrestle that the underground hero had ever witnessed.

“Aww, try again, little baby! You almost had me that time!”

Wait a minute. That voice...

Right, Hawks was still doing work even though he was a damn actual hawk. Well, he probably doesn’t need his help with an unruly brat. 

Aizawa walked away from the scuffle and continued his scouting. There are real dangers out here that need to be taken care of.

#asks #hawks #dabi #don't ask any logical questions #accept the crack

[avengerscompound]

Everywhere You Want to Be

Everywhere You Want to Be: A Bucky Barnes Fanfic

Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing:  Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Word Count:  1862

Rating:  E

Square filled: @star-spangled-bingo​ - Wade Wilson

Warnings: Smut (MF, oral sex, vaginal sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism)

Synopsis: Every time you and Bucky try to get close, Wade is already there.  Eventually, you decide if he really wants to watch that badly, you might as well let him.

Everywhere You Want to Be

Wade Wilson was everywhere you wanted to be.  It was like he had an innate sense of when you and Bucky were about to get a little too frisky in a public area and there he would be.  He would walk in on the two of you while you were kissing in the hall.  If Bucky was cooking and you came up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist, just as you started to nibble the shell of Bucky’s ear, Wade would appear and ask what was for dinner.  One time the two of you were making out on the couch and he came into the room and just dived on top of you both.  It was like he had a sixth sense for foreplay.

You had started to tick down the days before Wade went back out into the world and was no longer staying with the Avengers. Not that you disliked him.  He was pretty entertaining really. Especially when he started talking to people who weren't there like you were on some kind of television program, but you really just wanted to be able to kiss your boyfriend and him not interrupt.

There was always your room of course.  There was nothing wrong with that.  It was where you were now after all.  Being in the privacy of your own quarters didn't make Bucky’s lips any less soft and demanding as they moved against yours.  Not did it make your skin prickle any less and Bucky’s hands moved up under your skirt, inching their way towards your sex.

It was just you were both so tactile, it would be nice to not be interrupted when you touched anywhere outside these four walls.

Bucky lifted you and carried you to the bed laying you back on it and crawling up between your legs without breaking the kiss.  The scruff from his beard tickled your lips and made them feel slightly numb the longer the two of you kissed.  You rolled your hips up under him, grinding on his rapidly hardening cock as he ran his hands up under your skirt, pushing it up to your waist.

“Well, well, well…”

Wade’s voice startled you both, making you freeze where you were and look over to the corner of the room.  There was a large swivel chair in the corner that you had never seen before and you wondered how you’d missed it when you’d come into the room in the first place.

Wade slowly spun around in the chair.  He had Alpine in his lap and he was stroking him like some kind of Bond supervillain.  “What do we have here?”

“What the hell?” Bucky yelped, sitting up and pulling your skirt back down again.  “What are you doing in here?  And what are you doing with my cat?”

Alpine seemed to suddenly realize that he was sitting on a complete stranger's lap.  He jumped up, hissed and ran under the bed.

“We were just talking.  What are you doing in here?”  Wade asked, as he leaned back in the chair and looked you over.

“This is our room!”  Bucky argued as you looked over the edge of the bed and tried to coax the fluffy white cat back out from under it.  He meowed at you and strutted out, ignoring everyone before climbing up onto his tree and curling up in the box that sat on the very top of it.  “Why is it every time we start getting close you’re there?”

“Getting close?”  Wade teased. “Is that what you grandpas are calling it these days?”

Bucky glared at him.  “Wade!”

“You keep getting down and dirty wherever I am.  Maybe you like being watched,” Wade reasoned.

“Get out of here!”  Bucky yelled.

“I didn’t hear a ‘No, Deadpool, I hate being watched,” Wade teased.

“I think it was implied in the tone,” Bucky countered.

“You know what?”  You said, taking off your dress.  “I’m gonna fuck my boyfriend.  And whoever's here just has to entertain themselves because that’s what I’ll be doing.”

Wade clapped his hands and bounced in his seat.  “Yay!”

“What… what… what…”  Bucky babbled as he looked between you and Wade.  He finally decided that his attention was best kept on you and he covered your breasts with his hands.  “What the hell?”

“What?”  You asked, running your hands up under his shirt.  “You have a little exhibitionist in you.  “Wade’s obviously a huge pervert…”

“Why, thank you,” Wade interrupted.

“So if he’s not gonna leave he can watch,” you said.

“Just relax and pretend I’m not here,” Wade added, grabbing his dick.

Bucky looked between you and Wade again, this time his eyes settling on Wade. “If you get too close to me, you’re going to be regrowing a body part you’re extremely fond of.”

“Looking and not touching,” Wade agreed.  “Got it.”

You pulled Bucky’s shirt up over his head and he leaned in and kissed you again.  You wrapped your legs around his waist and pushed your hands into his hair as you kissed him hungrily and frantically.  He ground down against your cunt, his cock hardening against you.

You frantically unbuckled his belt and unfastened his pants.  He broke the kiss and curved down to suck at your breast.  You pulled out his cock and started to pump it up and down with your fist.

“You guys are in a rush, huh?”  Wade taunted.  “Don’t believe in taking time with the foreplay?  Like just shoving it in dry?”

“Hey!”  You yelped and threw a pillow at him.

Bucky seemed to take Wade’s taunting as a personal affront.  He slowed down, kissing his way down your body as he slid your panties down and off.  You spread your legs and put your feet on his shoulders as he started nuzzling at your pussy.  He spread your folds with his fingers, the metal of his hand cold against the heat of your cunt.  You gasped and bucked your hips up against his mouth.  His tongue swirled over your cunt slowly like he was making sure to lick over all of it.

“There you go, now that’s how you please a lady,” Wade teased.

Bucky lapped wide over your cunt and with every swipe of his tongue he focused more and more until the point of his tongue was focused directly on your clit.  He thrust two of his fingers into your cunt and as his mouth worked your clit, his fingers curled and dragged over your inner walls. They hit your g-spot again and again, creating a hot buzz in your cunt that radiates out through the rest of you.

Using your feet as leverage against his shoulders you rolled your hips against his face, panting as the orgasm that was building inside you came close and closer to breaking.  You grabbed your tits, massaging them and pinching your nipples.

“Oh yeah, now we’re talking,” Wade said.  “You a squirter, babe?”

You were about to answer when Bucky bit at your clit and corkscrewed his wrist and your body did the answering for you.  You arched up violently and cried out as you gushed on Bucky!

“Yee-haw!” Wade cheered.  “We struck oil!”

Bucky sat up and wiped his mouth before stalking back up your body.

“Is that it?  Onto the main event?”  Wade asked, sitting forward in his chair.  “No reciprocation?”

“I don’t need reciprocation,” Bucky growled, as he tapped the head of his cock against your oversensitive clit.

“Aww buddy,” Wade cooed.  “You a little touch-sensitive still?  Afraid you might blow your load a little too soon?  I’ve got the opposite problem.”  He gave himself a firm slap on his crotch.  “Barely feel anything these days.  There are times I need fifty volts straight up the urethra for me to jizz.  But if you like, while you two are fucking, I can come and give you a prostate massage.  I brought gloves.”

Bucky glared at Wade like he was tempted to tear off the mercenary’s arm and beat him with it.  “Will you shut the hell up?”

Wade made a zipped lip gesture and Bucky turned his attention back on you, sliding his cock up and down your folds.

“Kudos on the huge dick, by the way,” Wade added.  “That the serum or were you always well endowed?”

“Wade!”  You yelped.

“Right sorry,” Wade said.  “Being quiet as of… Now.”

Bucky lined himself up and thrust hard into you.  You gasped and clenched around him, stretching your arms over your head and gripping the headboard.  He held you up at the waist and leaned down, sucking at your nipples through your bra as he thrust into you hard and deep.  His fingers continued to work your clit in rapid circles.  With his mouth and hand and the angle he held you at making it so the head of his cock hit your g-spot again and again - you lost control.

There was magma in your veins.  It flowed through you, making sweat bead on your skin and pressure build inside you.  You looked over at Wade, he was watching you closely, lazing back in the chair.  Or at least you assumed he was watching you.  It was impossible to tell in the mask.  There was always the chance he’d fallen asleep.

You bucked your hips and arched up more, letting Bucky penetrate you deeper and deeper.  Things became blurry.  The only thing in high definition was Bucky and the way he was fucking you.

“Fuck.  Yes.  Bucky.  Fuck me,” you panted as he pounded into you.  He pinched your clit and bit down on your breast.  It sent a jolt straight through you and the orgasm that had been sitting right there on the precipice broke and crashed over you.

Bucky jerked inside you, your orgasm dragging his over too and he emptied inside you with a low moan.

“Nice.  Finish with a creampie.  Nothing too messy, huh?”  Wade said sitting up and clapping his hands.  “Solid ending.”

“... and then after Bucky threw a lamp at me, we went and got chimichangas.”  Wade finished.

“Did… did you just tell us a story we were supposedly part of?”  Bucky asked.

“Supposedly,” Wade snarked while doing air quotes.

“That is not how I remember that going down,” you said.

“Yeah, right.  You totally just kicked me out of the room,” Wade said and touched under his eye.  “Wink.”

“Is Bucky’s dick really that big?”  Clint asked.

“Oh yeah.  Like an arm.  It’d be like getting fisted if you had to take that thing,” Wade said with a knowing nod.

“It is not!”  Bucky argued.

“I mean, that’s a weird thing to argue about,” Clint said.  “But sure, Bucky has a small dick.  That’s what I’m taking away here.”

“It’s not small either…” Bucky said, getting flustered.

“It really isn’t,” Natasha agreed.  “I don’t know, you two.  I’m thinking he was telling the truth.”

“I only ever tell the truth,” Wade said.  “Like remember that time when I walked in on you…”

“Wade!”  Natasha yelped.

You started laughing and settled back in the chair to listen to the next of Wade’s stories.

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[thefifthclown]

Part 1, Chapter 1-Mother Becomes President; Scene 6

Fifth, Pierrot, pages 39-49

Lemy had been in good spirits that day.

His mother, who was always so busy, had her plans free that night. Thanks to that, she’d agreed to go with Lemy to see the circus. The fact that the circus was being held that night was also fortunate.

The building for “Milanais Theater”, completed after two years of work, looked radiant.

Lemy sat with his mother on the first floor seats of this opera house that had been erected along the Orgo river to the west of Milanais square.

The light of an enormous chandelier that hung from the ceiling illuminated the stage.

“Thank goodness we were able to get first floor seats,” Lemy said to Julia.

He’d figured that if they had been on the second floor seats or higher, the stage would be obstructed by the support pillars, making it harder to see. Them getting such good seats was due to Julia’s connections, already being a senator at the time; however Lemy had no way of knowing that.

The circus’ scheduled performance time had already passed, but there was still no one on the stage.

It seemed the curtain raising was late due to some trouble, and there came to be booing coming from the audience.

Eventually, some man who looked to be the manager timidly appeared on stage. He explained to the crowd, an apologetic expression on his face, “Erm…We had planned for the circus to perform, but it seems they have met some unexpected difficulties in their preparations...So instead, please enjoy some singing by a diva until the circus begins as an opening performance--"

Rather than coming to a halt, the booing got progressively louder and louder. The audience here had come to see a circus. They didn’t want to hear any singing.

And in the place of the manager, who left the stage as though fleeing from it, a lone girl walked on.

She had blonde hair and blue eyes. She looked around the same age as Lemy.

“Wha…!” Julia raised her voice in surprise, and then turned to Lemy next to her. “Doesn’t that girl look like you, Lemy?”

“You think so?”

“Yes, the more I look you’re the spitting image—”

And there Julia’s face grew grave, and she fell silent.

A girl who looked like Lemy, who’d been an orphan—she’d likely realized there what that indicated.

To put it simply, there was a chance that she was Lemy’s long-lost twin.

At the time, that didn’t occur to Lemy. The only thing he was thinking then was that he was sorry for this girl, having to sing in these kinds of conditions.

Julia could guess that from seeing her son’s expression, and once more faced forward.

“…Well, let’s listen to her song for now. Until the circus starts.”

The girl on the stage bowed once, and then, not paying any mind to the continuous booing, began to sing.

It was an acapella, a vocal solo without any musical accompaniment.

As she started to sing, little by little the booing stopped.

And then it faded off entirely.

The only sound that carried in the air was the girl’s singing voice.

“What a strong and pretty voice. Your mother certainly likes this girl’s song. What about you, Lemy?” Julia quietly murmured, looking towards him.

Lemy’s eyes were open wide.

“…Rin,” was the only thing Lemy muttered.

“Hm?”

“—I’m certain of it, Mom. That’s…that has to be Rin’s voice! How—”

Lemy had started to raise his voice, and so the audience members around them turned to glare at him. Julia flusteredly tried to keep him from talking.

“Calm down, Lemy. What in heavens is the matter? This ‘Rin’—”

“My friend from the orphanage. I was always listening to her sing. I know I’m right. That has to be Rin…but her face is completely different.”

“Her face is different?”

Julia inclined her head in confusion.

“But I know that’s Rin’s voice! Please believe me, Mom—"

“I know, I know, so please keep your voice down. …You’re absolutely sure?”

“Yeah, I swear to god.”

“…I see. Your mother doesn’t care much for gods, but I do care for you, Lemy. So I will believe you.”

So saying, Julia calmed Lemy down.

And then she started to mutter to herself while watching the stage once more.

“That’s one of the orphanage children…but her face is different from what Lemy remembers…”

It sounded like she was thinking about something.

Finally, the corners of her mouth lifted. She seemed to be smiling.

“It couldn’t be…No, there’s no way…But I see…’Seventh Magician’…acting without permission again.”

Right as she muttered that to herself, the girl on the stage finished singing.

Immediately afterwards, cheers welled up from the audience seats.

“Bravo! Stupendous!”

“It’s the birthday of a new tradition!”

“Encore! Encore!”

Everyone in the audience was praising her. There was no longer anyone there complaining.

In response to the calls for encore, she began to sing a second song.

.

--Ultimately, the circus performance ended midway through. The reason being that one of the performers died from an unforeseen accident.

But there were no audience members who were dissatisfied regarding that. Everyone was satisfied with having witnessed the debut of a prodigy diva.

After that, she began to walk the road to being the most famous diva in Lucifenia…Or rather, the whole continent.

.

After the performance had ended and they left Milanais Theater, Julia abruptly said to Lemy, “Lemy, can you head home by yourself from here? Your mother has to go somewhere for a little bit.”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine…What’s come up?”

“You’re concerned about that girl, aren’t you? You said she was your friend, I recall…So your mother is going to look into it a little.”

“Can you do that?” Lemy’s face suddenly lit up.

“Yes, just leave it to me. I’ll return by tomorrow morning, so just go home and get some rest—No detours, okay?”

“Got it. Well then…take care, Mom.”

Parting from his mother, Lemy began to walk back to their house.

.

He knew the way home from Milanais Theater. Lemy followed his mother’s direction and headed straight there.

At the outset, the street was filled with travelers on their way home from the show. But as he got closer to home, they gradually became fewer and fewer. And by the time he could see the lights of his house in the distance, there was no one about but Lemy.

“Meow”

He could hear a cat meowing from a side alley.

“Hm? Irina?”

Thinking it was the red cat that his mother owned, Lemy headed in the direction of the meowing.

--If he really thought about it, there was no way it was. That red cat had been following around behind his mother all day today. It had been on her lap during the show.

And when Lemy had parted from Julia, that cat had been riding on her shoulder.

“--!”

Just as he’d started to turn around, Lemy’s left arm was strongly seized by someone, and then he was dragged back into the back alley.

“Heh heh heh. I’ve got a big catch!” A large, bearded man laughed while gripping Lemy’s arm.

“You’ve done it, Big Bro Yarera III! This brat’s the son of Senator Abelard. It’ll be a cinch to get a high ransom if we carry him off,” a small, thin man next to him laughed similarly.

“Yeah. Lately those ‘Pere Noel’ jerks have been throwing their weight around so much we’ve been out of our livelihood, but finally looks like we’re gonna get some good liquor for a change—Come on kid, this way.”

The large man called Yarera III yanked on Lemy’s arm further, trying to pull him away somewhere.

“L-let me go!”

At the time Lemy had fiercely struggled, trying to throw the man off and escape, but as Yarera III’s arm strength far outclassed his he was not successful.

“Come quietly. I don’t wanna have to be needlessly violent with ya.”

The man grabbed Lemy’s right arm as well, pulling him closer.

“Son of a bitch—you talk big for someone whose name sounds like a bit character!”

It seemed that provocation infuriated the man.

“…You bastard, how dare you fucking insult the name I inherited from my grandfather!”

Yarera III released his right hand gripping Lemy and then punched his cheek with a strong blow.

“Ugh…”

The inside of his mouth was cut.

Blood flowed from a gap in his lips, and fell in drops to the ground.

“Don’t do that, Big Bro. Ya can’t hurt our hostage.”

“I know. Well, at least it’s made him quiet down a bit.”

Lemy desperately kept himself from bursting into tears.

As if he’d cry. As if he’d be let himself brought to tears by these guys.

He kept that thought in mind.

--My my, looks like you’re in a pretty bad predicament.

It was Ney’s voice. Despite what was happening to Lemy right then, her voice had no hint of tension in it.

Would you like me to save you?

“…What can you do? You’re just a voice.”

He’d intended it as a rebuke towards Ney, but Yarera III apparently thought that he was being slighted again.

“Looks like I need to teach ya another lesson.”

He raised his fist again, and on reflex Lemy shut his eyes and flinched.

.

“—Hey, let go of the kid.”

.

A voice came out from further inside the back alley. It was a young man’s voice.

“Tch…We got another rat here.”

Yarera III and his accomplice turned around.

Lemy looked in that direction with them.

--The man was wearing a very peculiar outfit.

His entire face was covered in pure white makeup, save for his nose which was bright red. He was wearing a cap with two points on it, and the clothes he had on were gaudy with a great deal of fluttery bits attached.

“What’s this? What’s a pierrot doing in a place like this…”

Yarera III took a step back, making a bewildered expression.

Pierrot…A clown. Yes, Lemy had wanted to see one at the circus today.

An amusing street performer that engaged in juggling and acrobatics. He had only seen them in picture books, but certainly all the ones in the books were dressed like that.

“You get lost on your way from the circus? Scram. If not…I, the great Zusco Jr, will cut up your stupid face!”

The thin man, Yarera’s accomplice, pulled a knife from his pocket and drew closer to the pierrot.

But—

It was one moment. No sooner had the Pierrot swiftly grabbed Zusco Jr.’s arm than he had agilely thrown his foe’s body to the ground.

“Eeek~”

Taking a blow to the head, Zusco Jr. gave a strange shout, and then lost consciousness.

“You—you bastard! You ain’t just a pierrot are ya!?”

Still holding onto Lemy, Yarera III took another step backward. The pierrot took the knife from Zusco Jr. and then pointed the tip at Yarera III threateningly.

“I’m too busy for this. I’ll say it once more. Let the kid go. I don’t wanna waste any more time on you,” the pierrot said, slowly advancing on them.

“That pierrot outfit…Your skill...I see! You’re ‘Fifth, Pierrot’! Dammit! So those ‘Pere Noel’ bastards are finally comin’ after Yarera III, huh!?”

“…I have no idea what you’re talking about—but for the last time. Let the kid go. If not—"

“Shit! I won’t forget this!”

Yarera III threw Lemy at the pierrot as hard as he could. And then, as fast as he could, he picked up the unconscious Zusco Jr. and then sprinted away.

Just as Lemy was pitching forward after being thrown, he was being held up by the pierrot’s grip.

“Th-thank you…mister…Pierrot…sir.”

“You seem injured.”

“Yeah. But it’s not a big deal. Just my mouth got cut.”

“Even so, you should get that looked at. Is your home nearby?”

“It’s right over there.” Lemy turned around and pointed to his home. “Pheobe…our servant is home, so I’ll have her take care of me. If you want, you can come with me, Mister Pierrot—”

When Lemy turned around again, he saw that the pierrot was already gone.

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[todorokiaimee]

Blues In The Night    2. I’ll Be Seeing You

Previous chapter | Chapter Song

Todoroki Shoto. THE Todoroki Shoto was talking to me. What is life? Aimee chuckled to herself as she walked down the busy Tokyo streets. The cool fall air tickled her nose as she adjusted her coat tighter around her body. The walk from the coffee shop to her apartment wasn’t very long, but she somehow dreaded it just the same. With every step she took, every swish of her wide hips, there was a new pair of eyes looking her away. She was different. She knew that. 

Even after over 10 years of living in Japan, the looks never got any easier. Maybe it would have been different if they only stared because she was Black. Usually, the only Black people walking around in Tokyo are visiting celebrities. Hell, no one would complain if the reason people stared was that they all thought she was Beyonce. But the truth was, she was no Beyonce. However, she was quite bootylicious. Maybe too much. Most people were not ready for this jelly. And that was the most difficult part of her walk. 

As she made her way down the street, people would divert their path walking towards her. When she was a young girl, she thought they were just being polite. She realized the truth would she would hear snickers from behind her after she passed. Ever since then Aimee did her best to just keep her down, try not to call too much attention to herself. Now don’t her wrong, she loved herself. She loved her skin, she loved her hair, and she certainly loved her big black ass. But above all, she loved herself too much to put herself in a vulnerable position without a good cause.

Walking up the stairs to her second-floor apartment, she unlocked her door to be greeted by a rather loud meow. “Well hello to you too, Mochi,” She giggled as she picked him up, closing and locking the door behind her. Mochi was the first friend she made in Japan. She found him starving in the street as a kitten and she instantly took him in. Perhaps Aimee was a bit overzealous in her feeding him and nursing him back to health. Now Mochi was no longer a skinny kitten, but a very fat cat. 

Flicking on the light switch, she walked into her bohemian paradise, kicking off her shoes. A soft light filled the room, illuminating the many tapestries that lined the walls of her modest home. Her apartment is what a real estate agent would call cozy, aka fucking small, but she lived alone and the rent was cheap so that was a-okay by her. With Mochi in tow, she walked into her bedroom, dropping him on her plush four-post bed, the antique frame creaking as she sat down on the edge. Aimee wasted no time getting undressed, opting for a cozy kitten onesie instead of her signature high waisted jeans. 

After getting comfortable she shuffled over to the large wardrobe opposite her bed. Upon opening it she was met to the familiar sight of her voodoo altar, on the top shelf sat a picture of her late mother, Annette. “Hello, Mommy. You will not believe what your little girl got herself into today.” She smiled as she kissed her fingers, and then brought them to her mother’s lips. Draped across the frame was a string of pearls, a family heirloom passed down from mother to daughter, the last gift she ever received from her mother.

Just as she was about to light the incense on the altar, Aimee heard a loud sound from outside the door. She jumped as a hush fell over her, looking around the room she noted that Mochi was in the bedroom with her, the only other inhabitant of the home. Steeling herself, she grabbed the small saber from the altar and crept out the bedroom door and down the hall. Her heartbeat drummed loudly in her ears as she tried desperately to control her breathing. Peeking around the corner, she eyed someone behind the refrigerator door. Activating her quirk, she took a deep breath, lifting the sharp saber up high. 

“Hey you got any of those donut things left?” a familiar female voice rang out and a pink mess of hair popped up from behind the door, eyes hidden behind a large pair of goggles.

Aimee sighed in relief and whined, “Hatsume! I nearly killed you!” She huffed, laying the saber down on the kitchen table. “And they’re called beignets.” The ravenette clutched her chest as she willed her wildly beating heart to calm down. 

“Well do you have any? I skipped dinner because I was so excited about working on my new baby! Your father is gonna absolutely love it!” Hatsume closed the fridge door and plopped down in the seat across from her. The two had met a few years ago at a local craft store of all places. Hatsume was picking up fabric for a client’s hero costume and Aimee was picking up yarn for a little crochet project. The two started talking and once Hatsume found out that Aimee’s father was in the military, she couldn’t get rid of her even if she wanted to. 

“Pause on that. First, let’s talk about how you got into my house. I know I locked the door.” Aimee crossed her arms eying her friend expectantly. 

“Psh locks? Locks cannot deter the genius that is Hatsume Mei!” She cackled. “Besides, you were late. Would you have me wait outside in the cold? What kept you?”

Aimee blushed and tried to suppress a small smile. “Well... about that.” 

“OH STORY TIME!” Hatsume laughed and rested her chin in her hand, staring wildly at her friend. Aimee filled her in on all the happenings at the coffee shop earlier that evening, having to stop many times for Hatsume’s surprised reactions and comments. “You know, Todoroki and I went to high school together.” 

Aimee gasped. “What? I mean I knew you went to UA but you never said anything about going to school with THE Todoroki Shoto.” 

“Wow, your fan girl is showing there.” Aimee blushed and bit her lip, sinking into her chair. “And you never asked. Besides I was in the support course and him in the hero course, obviously. We rarely crossed paths. I really only knew him through Deku.” 

“Casual name drop.” The dark-skinned beauty smirked as she got up to pour herself a glass of sweet tea. She offered some to her guest but she politely declined. 

“Hey! Don’t tease me about the one that got away. Besides this about you and Todoroki!” 

Aimee scoffed and sat back down in her seat. “Um excuse you, there is no me and Todoroki. Just one chance encounter.” She paused, sucking her bottom lip cheekily. “One chance encounter that is permanently etched into my brain and will someday tell my grandchildren how the sexiest pro-hero of my time almost barbequed me and I would have provided Tabasco had I known.” 

“All I’m saying is, the Todoroki I know, doesn’t go out of his way to talk to people unless he has to. Total strong silent type. For him to go through all of that, means something.” 

Aimee shook her head and chortled. “Quit trying to make something out of nothing. I’ll probably never see him again. Now hush up and let’s get you something to eat.” 

Hatsume clapped her hands in excitement, ready for a meal. “Yes, ma’am! And never say never!”

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Todoroki stepped into the lobby of his luxury high rise building, nodding politely to the doorman. “Great job today, Mr. Todoroki. I saw you on the news again,” the doorman jogged up to him pressing the button to operate the elevator. Shoto gave the man a small thank you while stepping inside the doors, his mind wandering off thinking about the day's past events. 

After the ride up to top floor, he walked across the hall and unlocked the door to his quiet penthouse apartment. He tossed his keys on the end table by the door while taking off his shoes. Out of habit, he scanned over his spacious apartment. The minimalist sleek and modern decor greeting him just the same as always. Nothing was out of place and everything was spotless. 

Shoto trudged over to his home office, sitting down at his desk. He sighed at the paperwork left there that seemed a mile high. Opening up his laptop, he got to work on his reports, or at least he tried to. He had every intention to, really he did. But his mind just kept wandering, remembering his fateful meeting with a certain raven-haired beauty. Aimee. Shoto smiled and shook his head at himself. He finally got the nerve to talk to her and he went and thoroughly embarrassed himself. Yet, remembering her sweet and caring face, she didn’t seem to mind all that much. 

Focus Shoto. He sighed and got back to work, typing away. Unfortunately, that resolve lasted all but ten minutes. Somehow he found himself on Google, typing in her name in the search box. He didn’t know what he expected to find, but he was genuinely curious. Instagram huh. He clicked on the link to find a page, covered in pictures of Aimee. Her at festivals, her with a comically large cat, her in… is that a classroom?

Just as he was about to lurk deep into her page, his cell phone rung, pulling him back to reality. Checking the caller ID, he quirked a brow at the name listed. “Midoriya, what can do for you?” 

“Todoroki, hi um.. Sorry to bother you, but did you ever get a chance to look at that case file I sent over to you? Uh, no rush or anything!” The green-haired boy had grown leaps and bounds from the time they had met in high school, but he still had that some nervous disposition. 

 Shoto huffed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “No sorry. I was... distracted.” 

His old friend hummed knowingly, a smile in voice, “Ah, too busy getting wrapped up with a little lady?” He laughed as Shoto’s eyes widened. 

“What? No, we just met.” 

Deku shrieked on the other end of the phone. “Wait! I just saying stuff to be funny! You actually met someone?!” 

Todoroki, couldn’t help the small smile that appeared on his face. “Yes, I suppose I have.” He winced as he pulled the receiver away from his ear, Midoriya shrieking once again. 

“Oh my gosh, I’m so happy for you! So where did you meet her? What’s her name? What’s her quirk? Is she a pro-hero too, or is she in support? Not that she has to be in the hero business at all, I’m she's a great catch no matter what her profession. I mean she has to be if she caught your eye after all this time.” 

Shoto sighed as his friend continued his barrage of questions without pause. That’s another thing that never changed about Midoriya, constant muttering and word vomit when he’s excited about something. “Midoriya… Midoriya!” 

He suddenly stopped talking with a small squeak. “Sorry. Did you catch any of that?” 

Todoroki chuckled lightly, “Somewhat. Her name is Aimee and we met at that coffee shop I like to frequent on my days off.” 

“What’s she like? What does she look like?” 

Todoroki smiled, looking back at her pictures on instagram. “Well, she’s nothing like any woman I ever met before. She has this long curly black hair and clear dark skin...She has these large kind eyes… a smart mouth which might actually be my favorite if it doesn’t get me in trouble first.” Todoroki could go on but he suddenly felt embarrassed all over again, thinking about what transpired.

He almost forgot Deku was on the line until he heard a squeal through the phone. “Oooo Shoto you got it bad! You are so smitten!” He giggled giddily while Shoto blushed, still scrolling. 

“Of course not, how could I be? I just met her.” 

“Well did you ask her out a date?” 

“No… Well, I’d like to…” Todoroki paused, looking at picture she posted with a certain pink haired woman. The hell? “Midoriya, who was that crazed woman with the pink hair that created your support items while we were at UA?” 

“Huh? Oh Hatsume, but what does she have to do with you asking your crush on a date? Are you trying to change the subject?” Midoriya asked quizzically. 

“No, I’m looking at her instagram and she has a picture with Hatsume. They look like friends.” Todoroki studied the picture closely trying to figure out how the two would have crossed paths. 

“Wow, really? Small world. And jeeze, you really do have it bad if you’re already lurking on her instagram. Just call her and ask her out. I’m sure she’ll say yes.” 

Shoto hummed before something donned on him, groaning loudly. I’m a dumbass. “I didn’t get her number,” he mumbled. 

“Well, you obviously found her IG so just send her a DM.” 

Todoroki thought on it and sighed again. “That’s no good. I don’t even know the password to my account as my PR assistant runs it. Plus doesn’t that avenue carry a certain stigma? I don’t want her to get the wrong idea about me.” He could always just look her up in the police database since he has access as a pro hero, but that would be an abuse of power. Suddenly an idea popped into his head. “Midoriya, can you call Hatsume and ask her for her info for me?” 

Midoriya clicked his tongue and replied in a small voice, “I would… but Uraraka would probably kill me,” He giggled nervously thinking of his girlfriend’s angry face. “Look, you said you met at the coffee shop you both like right? Just hang around there and I’m sure she’ll turn up sooner or later. Plus I think it will go a lot better if you ask for it yourself.” 

Todoroki hummed in agreement before closing out of Aimee’s instagram page. “You’re right. That’s the proper thing to do. Hopefully, I’ll see her again tomorrow. Now about the actual reason you called. You said it was a string of missing persons cases that you suspect are connected, correct?”

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The next day after his usual patrols, Todoroki set out for the coffee shop with a new purpose. He was going to ask Aimee out. Even if it killed him. And it just might with her quick wit and sharp tongue. Wanting to make a good impression, he dressed in dark wash jeans and paired it with a cream cashmere sweater. He figured it was best to keep it simple and not appear like he was trying too hard, but he also wanted her to know, he looked quite different out of his hero costume.

Walking inside, he scanned the room for her trademark black curls to no avail. Damn, she isn’t here. His face noticeably fell, as he walked up to the barista, giving her his order. “Everything okay, sir?” the barista gave him a quizzical look as she prepared his americano. Todoroki nodded and paid, taking his coffee to a booth with a clear view of the entrance. He resigned to wait around for a bit. Surely Aimee will come by before too long. Right?

Two hours later Shoto groaned to himself, staring at his long-finished americano. That’s it. She’s not coming. She probably went and found a new place to get her coffee where she wouldn’t be subjected to my dangerous flirting. A ping from his cell phone alerted him to a text message. Seeing it was from his father, he reluctantly opened it, as it could be something work-related.

Flames for Brains: Come back to the agency asap.

Flames for Brains: I read over the files you sent me from Deku.

Flames for Brains: There may be something to this.

Shoto: Okay. Be there soon.

Shoto got up with a huff and threw away his cup, heading for the exit. Maybe it wasn’t meant to be. Although, I suppose I could try again tomorrow. He hummed to himself as he walked out onto the sidewalk, headed towards his father’s agency when he saw her. Aimee. She was slowly walking toward him, her eyes cast down into a book. He took a moment to really take her in while she was otherwise preoccupied. Her usual curls now rested on top of her head in a loose bun, a few tendrils escaping to frame her round face. The generous curves of her body were dressed in a crisp white tee paired with a brown leather jacket. Her jeans hugged her hips like they were made for only her. He looked at his watch, knowing he only had a few minutes and it may be now or never. This was his chance. “Miss Faurie? Miss Faurie!” 

Aimee looked up from her book to find none other than Todoroki Shoto, calling her name. HER name. In public. Actual real life. Heat rose to her cheeks as she stopped and took in his form as he towered over her. Fuck he’s hot. “Oh um.. Hi. How are you doing this fine evening?” This fine evening? What are you doing, talk normal you dummy! She cursed herself internally. 

“I’m doing well and yourself?” Todoroki cringed at how formal he sounded. 

“I can’t complain.” Aimee and Shoto looked everywhere but each other, too nervous to say anything else. Aimee was the first to buckle. “Well you must be a busy man, so I’ll get out of your hair...” She went to sidestep around him to leave when Shoto panicked. 

“No, wait!” Aimee blinked in surprise at his sudden outburst as Shoto cleared his throat. “I would like to take you out on a date... If you would have me that is,” he said in a much softer voice.

“Why?” The word slipped out of her mouth before she could think to stop it, her face getting hotter by the second. But what would Japan’s most eligible bachelor want with her? Could anyone really blame her for being a bit skeptical? “I’m sorry, I just don’t know why someone like you, would want to go out with someone like me,” she said in a small voice. 

Todoroki looked down at her angelic face and saw a look in her eye that he thought he’d never see. Doubt? It was almost heartbreaking to see coming from the woman who could reduce him to a flustered mess in five words or less. Shoto gently took her free hand, looking into her eyes for any cue to step back. A soft smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “Actually, if I’m being honest, you’ve been on my mind ever since you left the cafe yesterday, and I would personally love the opportunity to find out all the reasons why.”

Hot damn, now that’s just not fair! Aimee could have melted right there at his feet, if she weren’t trying her hardest to at least seem cool and collected. Mama always said ‘a girl had to play hard to get, or else her man will play hard to keep.’ Shoto nervously rubbed the back of his neck, unintentionally giving Aimee a front seat view of his bulging bicep. 

“Consider it a do-over for yesterday. I can’t let that be the last impression of me.” 

Aimee thought it over like she wasn’t obviously going to say yes, just to make him sweat a little. With a curt nod and smile, she pulled out her phone, handing it over to the duel quirked hero. “Deal. Put your info in and I’ll text you so you’ll have mine.” Todoroki eagerly keyed in his info before passing her phone back to her. “And by the way, you don’t have to call me Miss Faurie. Aimee is just fine.” 

Todoroki gave her a small smile and a nod before checking his watch. “My apologies but I really need to get going. I’ll text you.” 

Aimee smiled to herself as she typed away on her phone. “No worries, I’m sending you my info now.” As they bid each other goodbye, and started to walk in their opposite directions, Shoto felt his phone buzz in his hand.

Unknown Number: Let me guess, you like your women like you like your coffee? ;)

Shoto’s cheeks flushed a dusty pink as he looked back just in time to catch Aimee shoot him a wink in real life. This is gonna be fun.

Chapter 3

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Dandy And The Jet 🚀 [2] Bar Fights, Baby!

- Space Dandy x reader -

[part 1] [part 3]

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After transported from Dr. Gel's ship, I finally reached the targets next location. Looking around my surroundings, apparently, this Dandy guy was on his way to some sleazy alien bar.

Walking straight to the front door, the locals surrounding the place here were as shady as they come. Cheeky con aliens looking for their next sucker, prostitutes out in the open without a care in the world, muscular alien bikers that were almost seven feet tall who meant business and I mean really mean it!

The inside of the bar was warm but almost lack oxygen with so many creatures inside because of the insane amount huddled together like sardines, a human-like me wouldn't be noticed right off the bat. Unless I tried to engage in conversation with anyone. The floor was sticky - I swore some large blue alien got knocked over and couldn't get his face off the tile when he landed face first.

Luckily, a few seats in front of the bar itself weren't taken. I sat down. Once I did, a tall slim pink alien woman with three tentacles came to my seat. She was friendly but frightening to look at first glance. She brightly smiled at me with multiple small sharp rows of dark yellow teeth.

I ask for a simple Flaming Indigo, it was this purple colored alcoholic beverage that I kinda enjoyed to pass the time. It tasted of grape soda and coke and a hint of strong cinnamon from the fire that lit up before you drank it.

The barista served my drink in a matter of seconds. I stared down at the purple fizzles inside the cup and gulped it down. I asked to keep them coming while waiting for this Space Dandy.

What felt like hours, I told the alien barista to cut it with the drinks for a bit. A couple of people left the bar, so it was down to a fair few, no more crowds bumping into.

I heard the door sway open, I saw what it appeared to be him. Large slicked back pompadour, sideburns, varsity jacket, metal soles that clink. Just like Dr. Gel described.

The others were I'm guessing his group, a Betelgeusian and a small two-wheeled robot.

I tried to lay low, not seem like I'm staring at them so closely. Instead, I tried to stare down at my half-empty glass. I heard footsteps approach next to me unexpectedly, it was him and his crew. Dandy sat next to me, unaware I was next to him.

"I can't believe that the alien we caught was just some shape-shifter!" hearing the alien cat groan in stress. Dandy shook off his complaint. "Eh, it happens. Hey waitress! How about a drink for my pet over here!" Dandy cried out. "Hey! I'm not your pet!" I heard right after.

Dandy laughed it off and stopped suddenly. "Hey, do you by any chance have a locator with ya, mine kinda broke." I almost choked on my drink.

"Are you talking to me?" I asked, puzzled."Yeah, sorry for scaring you like that, hun." Did he just call me hun? Oh well, just play along.

"Than yeah, I have one."

"Oh sweet! See Meow, our luck is turning after all!" He moved his excitement to his cat friend. His friend named Meow just rolled his eyes in response.

"Any drinks your interested in this afternoon, sir?" The waitress from early asked. "Uhh, yeah.." Dandy was looking around until he spotted my drink.

"I'll have what she's having!" He pointed at me. I looked at him as though he was crazy. He saw my reaction, "You don't mind, right?"

Keeping my cool all I can say was, "Not at all." Showing a warm smile. "Cool." He said simply right after.

Before the waitress passed his drink, I felt a large figure approaching us. Stomps were vibrating the ground and our drinks. I was hesitating on fighting whoever was asking for it...

The stomps stopped right behind Dandy. My eyes cornered seeing a large red-orange alien, their hair was in a Mohawk, cliche I know but true. And judging by the black leather coat, he was one of the fearsome, tough bikers from outside.

"Excuse me, but your sitting in my seat.."

I heard Dandy's crew were freaking out in the sidelines, praying for Dandy not to die. I'm guessing they were thinking of either running away to the ship or stay and watch their leader get beaten to a pulp. Either way, something bad was about to unfold.

Dandy didn't even look back at the guy, he just sipped his drink without care! He probably thought he was some alien, but I think the logic would judge by the raspy voice that this large guy had was no one to fuck with. I'm gonna take a short wild guess that Dandy isn't exactly the smartest in the crew.

Crap.

"Sorry, but I took this seat first." Dandy, not sure if this is the time to act high and mighty. If he saw who he was talking to, he probably would've given up his seat in a matter of seconds.

The biker alien grabbed Dandy by the shoulders, hoisted him up like it was nothing. Turn his small form around to see a close up of his face. And being the few people who got a front-row seat, that was a face only a mother could love...

I couldn’t let Dandy die. I had to bring him to Dr. Gel or Admiral Perry alive. But that would mean I would have to break my nice, human attitude loose now if I really wanted him alive at the end of this task. Oh, fuck this.

I looked at my drink and saw it was empty now. Right on time.

I stood from my seat, smashed the rim of the glass on the hard bar counter. I took the now open sharp glass and used it to stab the alien biker on its thick skull. A bit over the top and extreme but punches wouldn’t get this guy to loosen Dandy.

It winced in pain and let go of Dandy, dropping him on the floor. As the large alien was crying in pain and trying to yank off the glass cup off his skull, I kicked as hard as I could on his side and made him fall onto the three tables that were next to him. Making it hard to get back up, and giving me some time to drag Dandy and his crew to safety.

"Come on you idiot!" He looked at me shocked, so did his friends but I didn't care. Getting impatient, I just grabbed both his hands to get him up faster. Pulling him away from the bar, his crew followed along by his cat friend holding that small robot from earlier and running behind me.

I quickly turn to Dandy as we were running. "Where’s your ship!" I urgently asked him. He was studdering at first but quickly regained his composure. "It's over there!" He pointed a few feet away which looked like a lot when running away from a huge biker alien that was capable of whatever the fuck, which I did not plan on finding out!

It was the large yellow canoe ship of some sort. I immediately pushed all three inside the ship and went straight to the now-closed front window, seeing the alien running toward us with that a glass shard still in his skull. How the hell is he still able to walk after that?!

I immediately turned my head to Dandy, seeing him still lounging on the floor. "We gotta move!" He and his crew looked at me in question. I jumped onto the main seat, good thing I at least knew the basics of piloting a ship, like when to go fast as you can as a huge alien is chasing us down as we speak!!

"Listen, lady, I--!" Before Dandy could finish his sentence, the front of the ship was forcibly grabbed suddenly. I saw that the biker from earlier was holding a grudge and wouldn't give up on it.

"Oh geez! He caught us like we're fish or something!" The alien cat cried out. “EEEE!!" The tiny robot cried after in autotune.

"Relax, I got this!" I immediately tried engaging the boosters as much as I can so this guy can let go as we rocket the fuck outta here. I concentrated until it was the right the time to let go and having all the booster bars full. Hearing Dandy and his crew telling me to hurry up because the alien was trying to break the glass frame.

Two bars, Meow was crying out and holding the robot.

Three bars, Dandy was crying out and tried to force me to start the ship now.

Four

Five, I blasted the ship right into the billboard sign, where that alien got impacted onto in seconds. We finally made it through. I heard silence now, guess it was lecture time. I put the ship on autopilot and faced Huey, Dewey, and Louie.

"What?" I asked them. Dandy seemed more offended than the other two. "What'ya mean what? No stranger is allowed to use the ship unless it's QT our robot here."

"You do remember that I saved you, right? You know, thanks for saving me from a seven feet tall alien that could've beaten me in juices." I defended myself.

"See Meow, this is exactly why I rarely take women in my crew unless I'm doing them in the behind." Meow and QT were looking back and forth to each other, back to Dandy.

"I don't know man, I mean she did save you, we saw it," Meow said simply. "Adding on, she has sharp and quick combat skills that none of us have in this group." QT agreed.

Dandy looked at them as though they were entirely different people. "Crew meeting now!"

Meow, QT and Dandy went to a different room. You were still standing in the pilot room, looking where the ship will take next.

"What exactly are you two saying by 'group' and 'adding'?" Dandy asked, directly at QT who he quoted said line. QT responded. “I'm saying she would be a great addition to the crew, no offense Dandy, but when was the last time you shot anything with that ray gun of yours?" Dandy felt offended. How can QT bring up his poor marksmanship like that, especially since he would assume that she would be better at shooting than he would!

But, that robot is right. She would be a good use for the team for a little while... Dandy thought.

"Yeah, I like her!" Meow jumped in. "She seems cool and did you see how badass she was when she saved you from that guy! We thought you were gonna die this time."

It's so nice to know that my crew did not think I would live today.

"Alright, alright, cool it!" Dandy said to pipe them down. They looked at Dandy, waiting for what he was gonna say next.

Maybe it was time to finally have a female member in the group. Meow and QT seemed esthetic about her being here already, Other than Dandy kind of. Dandy just looked back in the small window seeing her.

She was good at starting Aloha Ole with no hesitation, and she saved my ass back there, and hot while doing it.

Although now that I'm looking at her backside a bit, she does have a body that she's comfortable with having. I'd give her booty a 7/10 at most. Something that I wouldn't mind looking at when bored but also wouldn't get too distracted by in a serious and tough situation.

What felt like painstaking minutes for Dandy to respond, he finally spoke.

“She...she can stay."

All three of them finally left the other room and went to where she was. Hands in Dandy’s pocket, sucking up with what he had to say but needed to!

"I'm sorry." Her eyebrows rose a little but not too much. "Miss, would you like to be apart of the Space Dandy crew?" Meow and QT were silently pleading in the sidelines.

Her face lit up a little bit. She mentally check-marked the first step of the mission. She never thought she’d get this far already, she mainly expected to stealthily east drop places to see them. But hey, crazy luck. Realizing they were waiting for a response, she spoke. "Alright, I always did wanted to be part of a crew." She shrugged.

Both Meow and QT wanted to celebrate that a new member was finally accepted.

Meow and QT cheered on and quickly had the idea of celebrating a new member for a 'celebration snack'?

They left soon after, meanwhile, she was left with Dandy alone, standing a few feet away from each other. Let awkward silence ensue.

"I'm sorry for saying that your a stranger and taking you from... behind." Dandy looked down, a little bit ashamed for what he said earlier. Not expecting Meow and QT to leave that fast.

"It's fine, I mean, I technically am a stranger to you guys and that last part is none of my business and I shouldn't judge you for that as a person." Someone that understands his pervy tendencies and is hot! Dandy actually doesn’t regret letting her stay now...

Before they can end this awkward back and forth conversation and calling it a night. Dandy forgot the crucial part of getting to know someone.

“By the way, I didn't catch your name?"

#space dandy x reader #space dandy #hubbywritings

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SELF-PARA // BONES

WHO: Puck, Grams, Pistachio (the cat) WHEN: Saturday, May 25th, 2019 WHERE: Puck’s place NOTES/WARNINGS: I mean......the usual Noah Puckerman angst. Pretty dialogue heavy, be warned. MENTIONS: @bowtiedblaine, @halfsuperman, @snixual, @rxderslynn, mama puckerman + sarah puckerman

This has been the first day in what seems like weeks that Lima frickin’ Ohio hasn’t had any rain. Puck spent the whole day catching up on cleaning pools, and there is something satisfying about being so sore and exhausted from physical exercise when he’s been as frustrated as he has been for the last month or two. Lonely, his brain supplies unhelpfully. 

After grabbing the mail from a half-broken box outside of his house, Puck is met with a now-common meow from a scruffy-looking Pistachio. His sister is lucky he’s actually got a soft spot for the stupid all-black cat, or the damn thing would starve to death on her watch. Her ideal house pet should have been a rock, for all that she’s home these days.

Sarah and his mom are off with his mom’s newest beau, again. His fancy, overly expensive lake house cabin. With a roll of his eyes, he lets the cat inside, and the furball darts straight for his water dish, without so much as a thank you.

Puck throws his bag near the front door and kicks off his beat up sneakers, landing with a thump somewhere in the darkness. 

The voice in his head that sounds suspiciously like Sarah tells him that it’s Saturday and it’s been a few since he called his grandma. With school ending, he’s been too busy and too self-focused to have a chat with her. They’re never short and they always end with him being scolded. 

But there’s something comforting about the routine of it all, he thinks as his fingers automatically dial the keys he’s had memorized since he was a kid.

It rings a few times, and Puck’s sure she’s probably gone to bed already, and he’s just going to leave her a message when there’s a shuffling and a heavy sigh into the receiver. 

“Avi,” she starts, and there’s some more of that lovely deafening shuffling he’s grown accustomed to during these phone calls. “I see you finally decide to pay your grandmother some time, Tipesh.” She hums under her breath, finally settled in what he presumes to be her usual rocking chair. “You must have a good excuse?”

Puck laughs, plopping down onto his worn out couch. “Good to hear from you too, Grams. Just wanted to check up on you.”

“I could have been dead, you know. For how long you all leave me to my things. I raised you, Avi. I should worry you sick in my old age.”

“You’re 67, grandma. Not like you’re knocking on death’s door or nothin’.”

“I will beat your large head, yeled. Your mother doesn’t discipline you.” 

This woman brings a warmth to his chest that he doesn’t find in anyone else. He truly loves her. “Yeah, yeah. Just wait till I’m the one taking care of you and you can’t walk on your own, let alone try to beat me.” He can feel her frown through the phone.

“Respect your elders, Avi. Where is that mother of yours? She doesn’t call.”

“She’s with her new boyfriend. Sarah too.”

His grandmother is quiet for a long moment, “...Ah. Is this one good to you and your sister?”

Puck’s laugh is probably too bitter to be disguised from a woman who knows him so well, but he can’t stop himself before he says, “Well, he took her and Sarah to his fancy lake house for the holiday and left behind her delinquent son, so, yeah, probably better than the last.”

“Mm. Your mother is smart. She will marry a man with means, this time. Your father was an idiot. She was a fool to be with him, Avi.”

“Yeah, I know, Grams--”

“When will you change that name of yours? She was also a fool for naming you after him. What a trick, he played on her.”

“You used to like my name, you know.”

“That was before he up and left. Must run in the family, yes? Your grandfather was garbage too. You are not like them. You have stayed with your mother, no matter her bad decisions.”

“Well aren’t you just sweet.”

“Avi sounds much better, anyways.”

“You never call me Noah, it’s always Avi, so what does it matter if it’s legally changed?”

“That will be on your diploma, you know--” she talks over him like it doesn’t matter, and she’s pretty damn good at ignoring his protests.

“If I graduate.”

“You will, or I will beat your--”

“My head, I know. Can you even reach that high?”

“I will find a stool just to beat you with.”

There’s a moment where all he can do is laugh. She brings him such a stupid joy that reminds him of being a kid again. “Can I come stay with you tomorrow? They’ll be gone until Tuesday,” Puck finally says once he’s caught his breath.

“Of course. I haven’t made your room into my knitting studio yet.” She always says she will, but Puck knows it’s an empty threat. “Are you bringing that big friend of yours? The one with the dimples?”

The pang of hurt surprises him, and he’s quiet for too long because she’s repeating his middle name into the phone before he gets out a quiet, “No, Grams. Just me.”

“You should bring him. You know I like him very much. He always eats whatever I put in front of him.”

Puck rips off the bandaid just to get her to shut up about it-- “We’re not friends anymore.”

And then it’s his turn to sit in silence. He lets her stew in it though. Because she knows they’ve been friends since kindergarten, and that he always brings Finn with him to her place. And maybe that’s why he’s been avoiding her for a while now because he can’t stand how empty things are without him--

“That is a shame. Men are fools, Avi. You are a sweet boy, even when you are foolish. You will come together again.”

And like that, a weight is off of his shoulders, because wow, he finally told someone he’s hurting and he didn’t even have to say it out loud. “Thanks, Grams. Appreciate it.”

“Bring that cat of yours. There is a stray around my porch and I want them to have kittens.” And the subject is changed. No more Finn, no more thinking about the fact that he doesn’t even have Ryder thanks to Tina, and he’s so fucking lonely. Blaine’s the only person who even checks to see if he hasn’t drank himself into some stupor the evening before, and his mom always says she’ll call when she’s out of town and conveniently ‘forgets’ the moment she walks out of the door. Even his dad has sent him a ‘Happy Sweet 16th Birthday’ card, two years too late, with the short message of ‘To Noah Puckerman Jr; Happy birthday. Better late than never. Dad’ and a PS asking for 10 bucks and a lotto ticket when Puck gets the chance.

“Chio doesn’t like cars, Grandma. He’ll freak if I try and put him in the truck.”

“Then walk. That cat cannot control you, Tipesh.” 

Puck rolls his eyes, but concedes. His grandma’s rundown house isn’t too far from his own; just a mile or two, down dirty streets filled with old mattresses and littered with Coke cans and cigarette butts. 

He remembers walking down those same roads with Finn. And Santana, when they were closer. He feels like he’s been distancing himself from people, lately. The fact that it’s his senior year and he’s gonna have to pretend to be an adult soon has him on edge, and he’s afraid if he stays close with a single person, he’s gonna combust with all this anxiety he’s never had to worry about before. 

They talk a while longer before a silence overcomes them, and ever the conversationalist, his grandma is the one to break it, “You are a good boy, Avi. You have been dealt a hand that many would buckle under the weight of. Do not let others tell you what your cards should be. Whatever that means for you.”

Puck rubs at his eyes when the burning sensation gets to be too much, and he says, “Yeah, Grams. Thanks,” and he knows that she knows that he’s crying. He’s never seen her cry a day in her life before. “I will be over tomorrow after work, okay?”

“Yes, ben. I will see you tomorrow.”

And for a second he wants to tell her that he’s given up tobacco. That the ‘cancer sticks’ she’s always yelling about are finally gone, thanks to the all-consuming Blaine Anderson who’s slowly taking over his life, but then he knows she will ask about the ‘rat poison’ he drinks to get himself to sleep every night, and it’s not worth all of the trouble for some recognition. 

“I love you, Avi.”

“I love you too, Grams.”

A soft ‘click’ ends the call, and Puck is left sitting in silence, a small black cat curled onto his flat front shorts, in the darkness of his creaky, old, empty house. 

Puck throws his arms behind his head and breaths a long, heavy sigh. There’s a bottle of Tito’s waiting for him in the kitchen, and he hates that it’s become his bedtime routine.

#para #selfpara #grandma time #get ready for the ANGST TRAIN

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A memo board on Pesterchum I was invited to. It was a lot of fun.  I was Kankri, as hashtagWarrior. Which is who I am always on pesterchum, so feel free to hmu if you want to roleplay or chat. 

CHW RIGHT NOW opened memo on board FUCK BUCKETS. CURRENT terminallyCapricious [CTC] RIGHT NOW responded to memo. CTC: SpIlL CTC: Or ElSe CURRENT arsenicCatnip [CAC] RIGHT NOW responded to memo. CAC: :33 < thats the secret mew didnt wanna tell me earlipur? CCG banned CEB from responding to memo: [STOP.]. CAC: :33 < hehehehehehehehehehehe CCG banned CAC from responding to memo: [STOP!]. CAC ceased responding to memo. CURRENT carcinoGenesis [CCG] RIGHT NOW responded to memo. CCG: OH LOOK, KANKRI IS FINALLY HERE. CCG: HEY KANKRI. CHW: I was spending s9me quality 6u66le time with the 9thers, as in I was misera6le with the 9thers. Hell9, Karkat, and friends. CHW: # S9rry f9r my tardiness CCG: ALL GOOD. YOU ARRIVED JUST IN TIME. CURRENT twiinArmageddons [CTA] RIGHT NOW responded to memo. CTA: oh jeez. CCG: AND BY JUST IN TIME I MEAN RIGHT AS THE CHAOS IS BEGINNING TO SETTLE DOWN A LITTLE. CCG: YOU'RE LUCKY TO BE LATE. CURRENT arsenicCatnip [CAC] RIGHT NOW responded to memo. CAC: :33 < mewr so mean CCG: HUSH. CAC: :33 < it made my whole trollian shut down -- CURRENT arsenicCatnip [CAC]  frowns -- CHW: I see, I guess it pays 9ff t9 spend time with y9ur friends then. CCG: I DIDN'T KNOW IT WAS GOING TO DO THAT. CAC: :33 < sure mew didnt karkitty CAC: :33 < also kankri? CHW: Yes? CAC: :33 < i didnt know if that was mew fur sure but hi! CURRENT ectoBiologists [CEB] RIGHT NOW responded to memo. CEB: i'm back from sipping my water to say, rude. CCG: OKAY, HOLD ON A SEC. CCG: OH WOW. CCG: DON'T SIP YOUR WATER AT ME. CHW: Yes hell9 (:6 CCG: MY THREAT TO SPIT IN IT STILL STANDS. CCG: HOLD ON I NEED TO CHECK SOMETHING. -- CURRENT arsenicCatnip [CAC]  sips water vigourously -- CHW: D9 n9t spit in 9ther pe9ples drinks, Karkat, it is rude. # Rude -- CURRENT ectoBiologists [CEB]  also does that. -- CCG: YOU'RE RUDE. CHW: H9w am I rude? I try really hard t9 6e sensitive 9f 9thers needs. CCG: BULLSHIT. CURRENT adiosToreador [CAT] RIGHT NOW responded to memo. CAT: i AGREE WITH kANKRI, CAT: tHAT WAS PRETTY RUDE, CCG: NO ONE ASKED YOU. GO SHOVE YOUR OPINION UP YOUR ASS AND KEEP IT THERE. CAC: :33 < i think we all do tavpuros CAT: oH,, CCG: INSTANT REGRET. CCG: SORRY TAVROS. CCG: YOU'RE GREAT. CTT ceased responding to memo. CHW: Karkat, I think y9u need t9 have a 6it 9f a time 9ut. G9 sit in a c9rner and think a69ut y9ur acti9ns. CCG: WHAT? CCG: HOLY SHIT. CAT: oH, CAT: tHANKS? CTA: oh 2hiit. CCG: I'M GONNA GO INTO CARDIAC ARREST. CCG: YOU'RE NOT MY DAD. -- CURRENT arsenicCatnip [CAC]  goes over and hugs tavros -- CAT: yOUVE NEVER SAID ANYTHING NICE TO ME BEFORE, CAT: aWW, CTC: MoThErFuCKiNg TimE OuT LikE A ChIlD CHW: I am y9ur dancester and as such, I am y9ur elder, thus, g9 sit in a c9rner. CTA: KK ju2t got put iintwo tiime out, thii2 ii2 fuckiing awe2ome. CCG: MAKE ME. CTC: WhO CAnT HAvE NuMbErS CHW: #will 6e y9ur lusus if I have t9 6e CHW: #d9 i s9und like p9rrim? CHW: #9h n9 -- CURRENT hashtagWarrior [CHW]  grabs Karkat by the ear and drags him to a corner -- CHW: Sit d9wn and stay CCG: I'M LAUGHIGNGFJIHORE -- CURRENT arsenicCatnip [CAC]  is loving this -- CCG: WHAT THE FUCK CURRENT tipsyGnostalgic [CTG] RIGHT NOW responded to memo. CTG: hahaha CHW: C:6 CURRENT gardenGnostic104 [CGG] RIGHT NOW responded to memo. CGG: sorry, guys, but i have to go CTG: shouty got put in time out CAC: :33 < awh bye jade! -- CURRENT ectoBiologists [CEB]  even more aggressive water sipping. -- CEB: perfect. CEB: later jade! CGG: bye! -- CURRENT carcinoGenesis [CCG]  walks out of the fucking corner and takes John's water. -- CGG ceased responding to memo. CCG: FUCK ALL OF YOU. CHW: If y9u'd st9p 6eing rude, y9u c9uld leave time 9ut. CCG: I AM LEAVING TIME OUT. CAC: :33 < he might be there fur a while CHW: Y9u'd 6etter 6ehave. CCG: YOU CAN'T MAKE ME. CTA: he never doe2 that. CHW: I will literally sit 9n y9u CCG: OH WOW, I'M QUAKING AT THAT THREAT. CCG: SCAAAARY. CAC: :33 < 'quaking' CCG: DON'T. CAT: sIT ON HIM! -- CURRENT arsenicCatnip [CAC]  snorts -- CTA: 2hook. CCG: FEAR. -- CURRENT hashtagWarrior [CHW]  pushes Karkat down and sits on him, sipping tea -- CCG: JOHN? HELP. CCG: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA CHW: C;6 CCG: WH CAC: :33 < hes not gonna help mew CHW: I'm a g99d dancest9r CEB: i'm sorry i can't help, i'm dehydrated because you took my water. -- CURRENT carcinoGenesis [CCG]  smacks Kankri in the back of the head. Bonk! -- -- CURRENT hashtagWarrior [CHW]  glares and flicks Karkats nose -- CHW: D9 n9t test me CCG: I'LL BITE YOU. CCG: OH I'M TESTING YOU. I'M ABSOLUTELY QUIZZING YOU. CCG: GET OFF. CHW: We will have a full 9n Vantas against Vantas fight, I pr9mise. CHW: N9. 6ehave and Ill c9nsider it CAT: aAAHH! a SPIDER! CCG: HEYYY KANKRI? CAT: i GOTTA GO, CCG: ARE YOU TICKLIS- CAT ceased responding to memo. CCG: HOLY FUCK WHAT CCG: IS TAVROS OK? CHW: 6ye Tavr9s CEB: another one? CHW: I am n9t ticklish. CCG: ANYWAYS, KANKRI. ARE YOU TICKLISH? CEB: where are they all coming from. CCG: GOD DAMN IT. CHW: N9t at all. CHW: N9pe CHW: # D9nt y9u dare CCG: HM. -- CURRENT carcinoGenesis [CCG]  reaches towards Kankri. -- CAC: :33 < ahhh CHW: Y9u will make me 6reak s9 many 9f my 9wn rules if y9u keep this- N9  N9 N9! -- CURRENT carcinoGenesis [CCG]  tickles that little weirdo. -- -- CURRENT hashtagWarrior [CHW]  Tries t9 gra6 y9ur hands t9 st9p -- -- CURRENT hashtagWarrior [CHW]  starts laughing and squriming trying to stop you -- CHW: PLEASE G9D N9 ST9P ST9P! CAC: :33 < this is inpurresting CEB: i feel like i need popcorn. -- CURRENT tipsyGnostalgic [CTG]  casually sips a martini -- -- CURRENT carcinoGenesis [CCG]  continues tickling him until, eventually, Kankri ends up on the ground, and Karkat is a free man no longer being sat on. -- CCG: THIS IS YOUR FAULT. -- CURRENT hashtagWarrior [CHW]  is a panting wheezing heap on the floor, curled around himself -- CHW: H9w dare y9u CHW: #Seri9usly -- CURRENT carcinoGenesis [CCG]  flips him off. -- CHW: Y9u have n9 respect f9r pers9nal space CCG: NEITHER DO YOU! CHW: # What are y9u, an Amp9ra CCG: YOU WERE LITERALLY *SITTING ON M- CCG: ... CCG: EXCUSE ME? CHW: 6ecause y9u were mis6ehaving and as y9ur elder its my j96 t9 c9rrect y9u CTA: wow, that wa2 har2h, even by my 2tandard2. CAC: :33 < i smell another ship CCG: HUH? CCG: WHAT SHIP? -- CURRENT hashtagWarrior [CHW]  was shocked he wasn't banned for that one )xB -- CAC: :33 < not mew CTA: what me? CAC: :33 < no! CTG: 5epeta CTG: *neeta CTG: **nepeta CHW: What is the new ship, Nepeta? CTC: WhO CAC: :33 < a shipper nevfur reveals pur secrets CTG: vantascest is going a bit too far CAC: :33 < its not vantacest CCG: I CCG: I DON'T WANT TO BE HERE ANYMORE. CTG: thats gkood CTG: *jood CTG: **good CAC: :33 < it has nothing to do with karkitty CCG: I'M SERIOUSLY NOT TRYING TO TAKE A SWING AT MY DANCESTOR, ROXY, THANKS. CCG: HORRIFYING. CCG: EVERYONE HERE IS TERRIBLE. CHW: I really am curi9us 9n wh9 it is y9u are refering t99.. I h9nestly have n9 interest in quadrants. CHW: #Except, may6e.. CAC: :33 < it was the comment kankri made on a fishy ill say that much CHW: 9h- 9h 9H CAC: :33 < hehehe CHW: N9 N9 N9 N9N9N9N9N9N9N9N9 CHW: D9 N9T CHW: SHIP ME CHW: WITH HIM CEB: i don't even know all that quadrant stuff... CAC: :33 < already have b33n! -- CURRENT hashtagWarrior [CHW]  flames in eyes  -- CCG: YEAH, SERIOUSLY, DON'T. CCG: CRONUS IS A DICK. CTG: t:3t CHW: CR9NUS IS AN INSECURE PERVERT CAC: :33 < theyre purrfect though~ CTA: what an iin2ult, 2hiippiing wiith an ampora. CHW: HE HAS A6S9LUTELY N9 RESPECT F9R ANYTHING 9THER THAN HIMSELF CCG: KANKRI DESERVES BETTER THAN SOMEONE LIKE CRONUS, STEP OFF. CAC: :33 < oh sollux i got one fur mew too CCG: YOU DON'T WANT TO GET INTO A DISAGREEMENT WITH TWO WHOLE VANTASES, DO YOU? CTA: plea2e dont. CAC: :33 < no but its just my opinion CCG: YOUR OPINION ISN'T VALID ANYMORE. CHW: Cr9nus is, 6y far, a l9ng stretch. I w9uld have preferred just a69ut any 9ther ship c9nsidering me and my friends. CTA: your opiiniion ii2 wrong. CAC: :33 < but i do find it funny mew got all defensive CCG: SOLLUX. CHW: Wh9 W9ULDNT get defensive?? CCG: SAVE ME. CTA: KK. CAC: :33 < sure CTA: what do you want me two do, kiill you? not much ii can do, al2o beiing 2tuck iin thii2 2iituatiion. CCG: JOHN. CCG: SAVE ME. CEB: mmmmmaybe. CCG: PLEASE. CHW: He is disrespectful, never listens t9 me when I try t9 tell him things, always t9uching with9ut asking, 9r given permissi9n, hes just, 9ver all a really gr9ss guy. And thats saying s9mething c9nsidering I w9uld have c9nsidered any9ne else 6ef9re him. CCG: NEPETA, LISTEN TO KANKRI. CAC: :33 < no one evpur likes when i talk about ships so why do mew all think i k33p them to myself CHW: I need s9me9ne wh9'd understand that I really d9n't enj9y physical c9ntact 9n a regular 6asis.. -- CURRENT arsenicCatnip [CAC]  crosses arms -- CHW: Im just asking that y9u put m9re th9ught int9 y9ur ships, it isn't fair t9 ship s9me9ne with s9me9ne wh9 w9uld 6e p9ssi6ly, t9 s9me extent, 9r t9 a high extent in this case, t9xic. CCG: EXACTLY. CCG: I HAVE A BIAS AGAINST CRONUS BECAUSE HE'S A TOXIC MOTHERFUCKER. CAC: :33 < people ship karkitty and eridan CCG: THEY WHAT CHW: I d9n't even like P9rrim c9ddling me, 6ut I w9uld have a 6etter chance surviving a relati9nship with her than Cr9nus. CAC: :33 < what do mew have to say about that CTA: iim 2orry for your lo22, KK. CHW: They d9? H9w, ah, unf9rtunate f9r Karkat. CCG: I ... CCG: I'M SHIPPED WITH EVERYONE. I'M LITERALLY THE MOST SHIPPED PERSON OUT OF US ALL, DUDE. CAC: :33 < yeah and they ship you with literally everyone CCG: YEAH. CCG: EXACTLY. CAC: :33 < like kankri and dirk CAC: :33 < thats a thing CHW: Wait- 'y9u' as in Karkat, 9r y9u as in, me? CAC: :33 < fur some reason CAC: :33 < you CCG: OH, I'M SHIPPED WITH DIRK? ODD. CHW: They ship me with a human I've never met? CAC: :33 < yup CTG: mi shipped with like) CTG: every single one of my friends CTG: *im CHW: ...W-wait wait wait?? CHW: D9 they- ship me with, .. Kurl9z???? CAC: :33 < meow mew should tell me how much i should think about my ships! CAC: :33 < yes they do! CEB: i try not to look at that stuff. -- CURRENT hashtagWarrior [CHW]  shivers run down his spine as his normally hot blood goes cold -- CCG: STOP. CAC: :33 < i dont control i just add CCG: DON'T MAKE HIM THINK ABOUT KURLOZ. CAC: :33 < he asked CCG: EVERYONE SHUT UP ABOUT SHIPS. THIS IS GOING BAD. CHW: I'm g9ing t9 have s9me seri9us nightmares CAC: :33 < mewr own fault CHW: I d9n't kn9w h9w I'm g9ing t9 ever face any 9f my friends again kn9wing every interacti9n is 6eing put thr9ugh a quadrant lense. CHW: # celi6acy 4 life CHW: 9r rather CHW: # celi6acy 4 afterlife CAC: :33 < mew shoulve already known that the shipping unipurse is nevfur ending -- CURRENT carcinoGenesis [CCG]  smacks his face into his own desk -- CHW: Karkat d9n't hurt y9urself! Are y9u 9kay? -- CURRENT hashtagWarrior [CHW]  rushes over to check your face -- -- CURRENT twiinArmageddons [CTA]  aggressive sighing. -- CCG: THIS CONVERSATION GAVE ME A LUNG DISORDER. CCG: JOHN WHERE YOU AT? CEB: me mum's car. CEB: no. CHW: This c9nversati9n has given me s9me heart issues, and s9me seri9us 6rain cancer CAC: :33 < get out me car CHW: # 9h- wait CHW: # That c9uld 6e 9ffensive CHW: Im s9 s9rry if that triggered any 9f y9u- CCG: DID YOU JUST MAKE A CANCER JOKE? CEB: i mean like did you just want my attetion or just actually want to know where i am? CHW: That was very a6lest 9f me CCG: RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME? CHW: yes CHW: Im s9 s9rry CCG: I'M... CCG: T R I G G E R E D CHW: Im s9 s9 s9 s9rry CAC: :33 < oh no CEB: god damn. CAC: :33 < karkitty got triggered by the one who is supposed to watch out fur triggers CTG: 0w0 CAC: :33 < this is escalating CHW: Ah, I- I'd 9ffer t9 g9 get y9ur m9irail, 6ut I th9ught y9u and Gamzee were m9irails, and hes in here s9- -- CURRENT ectoBiologists [CEB]  smdh -- CCG: THIS GAMZEE ISN'T EVEN THE ONE FROM MY TIMELINE. CCG: AND I THINK HE KILLED VRISKA. CHW: 9h- Im, s9 s9rry- really CCG: MY GAMZEE IS OFFLINE RIGHT NOW. TRAGIC. CHW: I am CHW: s9 s9 s9 s9rry -- CURRENT carcinoGenesis [CCG]  slowly glances down at his sweater bearing the Cancer symbol on it. -- CCG: YOU BETTER BE. CHW: H9w can I help y9u thr9ugh y9ur panic attack that I certainly 6r9ught 9n y9u- Im- Im s9 s9 s9rry CCG: OH. CCG: MY UH CCG: OH RIGHT CCG: UM CCG: YOU CAN'T. YOU'VE KILLED ME. I'M DYING. CEB: nooo karkat! CHW: W-well, ah, I can 9ffer this 6it 9f c9mf9rt, the, ah, dream 6u66les aren't s9 6ad 9nce y9u get used t9 them.. CTG: shouty- CHW: ):6 CAC: :33 < rip CHW: Y9u c9uld even stay in my hive with me if y9ud like? I have a spare r99m 9r tw9- CHW: Its, actually.. quite l9nely -- CURRENT arsenicCatnip [CAC]  whispers 'this is why mew should listen to ships' -- CCG: I CCG: YEAH, SURE. CCG: I'M DOWN. CHW: Alright, I will ah, clean up 9ne 9f the r99ms f9r y9u, make sure they aren't dusty if r99ms even can get dusty here- and y9u can make it h9wever y9u w9uld like. It w9uld 6e nice t9 have s9me9ne living with me. Th9ugh I will warn y9u, I am a nightmare t9 wake up, s9, please d9 n9t try t9 distur6 me when I'm sleeping. I get really, ah, as.. p9rrim, puts it.. Kranky.. CAC: :33 < kranky kankri CHW: I c9uld even sh9w y9u my arsenal , if y9u'd 6e interested in such a thing. Please d9 n9t call me that, Nepeta. It is 6ad en9ugh when P9rrim d9es.. CCG: N-NOTED. CAC: :33 < sorry it was just a lil funny CHW: I see why it w9uld 6e amusing t9 9thers, 6ut as it has 6ec9me a name used t9 hurt me, like... insuffera6le.. I w9uld prefer n9t t9 have such a name called t9 me. CAC: :33 < oh oops -- CURRENT carcinoGenesis [CCG]  is visibly torn between reassurring Kankri that he's not insufferable, or telling him that he is. The Karkat Struggle(tm). -- CCG: THIS IS A MESS. CEB: . CHW: # I w9uld understand if y9u did... # I did make a triggering j9ke... CEB: :B CCG: JOHN. CHW: # I really am insuffera6le... CEB: yes? CCG: OH GOD DAMN IT. CCG: YOU'RE NOT INSUFFERABLE, KANKRI, SHUT. -- CURRENT hashtagWarrior [CHW]  considering joining sweater town population Kankri  -- -- CURRENT arsenicCatnip [CAC]  me -- -- CURRENT tipsyGnostalgic [CTG]  joins sweater town gleefully -- -- CURRENT carcinoGenesis [CCG]  also joins sweater town. -- -- CURRENT hashtagWarrior [CHW]  pulls sweater over head, hiding in it -- CHW: # sweater t9wns getting cr9wded -- CURRENT ectoBiologists [CEB]  windsock town. -- -- CURRENT arsenicCatnip [CAC]  hat town -- CTG: ive never seen nep wear a sweater ebfore CTG: *before CAC: :33 < its my trench coat or my beanie that i can hide in CHW: If I get really desperate, I hide in my pants in my sweater. Extra pr9tecti9n. # high pants f9r the win CCG: PERTURBING, THANKS. CAC: :33 < legendary leggings CHW: I l9ve my leggings s9 much they are s9 c9mf9rta6le -- CURRENT hashtagWarrior [CHW]  just thought about it, when you two joined sweater town, did you join my sweater town, or your own ?_? -- -- CURRENT arsenicCatnip [CAC]  has no idea -- -- CURRENT carcinoGenesis [CCG]  has his own sweater and has started his own Sweater Town. -- -- CURRENT tipsyGnostalgic [CTG]  joined kankris sweater town -- CHW: Sweater t9wn is trademarked, y9u must rename 9r rel9cate Karkat -- CURRENT hashtagWarrior [CHW]  is grinning  -- CCG: FUCK OFF. -- CURRENT hashtagWarrior [CHW]  is blushing at Roxy being in his sweater with him, but isn't pushing her away -- CCG: THERE'S NOT ENOUGH ROOM FOR ME AND ROXY IN YOUR SWEATER TOWN SO I HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO START MY OWN. CHW: We c9uld stretch the fa6ric- alth9ugh, P9rrim w9uld pr96a6ly send me t9 a d9u6le death CTG: wait CHW: 6ut y9ur s9 small it sh9uldn't 6e t9 6ig a deal CCG: I'M GOOD. CTG: does tihs mean were sharing a sweater CHW: Yes CTG: *this -- CURRENT carcinoGenesis [CCG]  turns his fucking head around -- CCG: DID YOU JUST CALL ME SMALL? CTG: oh CTG: eh CHW: I ah, y9u are sh9rter than a l9t 9f pe9ple, Karkat -- CURRENT carcinoGenesis [CCG]  stares. -- CEB: i'm just over here in my windsock. -- CURRENT hashtagWarrior [CHW]  hides back in sweater town -- -- CURRENT hashtagWarrior [CHW]  is no longer here as hes in sweater town, come back later -- CHW: # sweater t9wn is nice this time 9f year CTG: its very cweaty CTG: *Sweaty CCG: SHORT? SHORT! I CAN'T *FUCKING* BELIEVE THAT WORD JUST LEFT YOUR MOUTH? DO YOU EVEN THINK BEFORE YOU SPEAK? DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT KIND OF HARM YOU'VE CAUSED? CTG: woank wonk CCG: THE NEXT TIME YOU SAY SUCH DAMAGING THINGS TO ME WE'LL BE ON THE SET OF DR. PHIL, I GUARANTEE YOU THAT. CTG: *wonk CAC: :33 < mewr taller than me CCG: DO YOU HAVE EVEN THE VAGUEST COMPREHENSION OF WHAT PAINFUL MEMORIES YOU'VE RESURFACED, KANKRI? CHW: Its a fact, n9t an 9pini9n, Karkat, I- .. I'm s9rry it upset y9u, 6ut it w9uld 6e like, calling me thin? I am? CEB: short. CCG: YOUR INSENSITIVITY *BAFFLES* ME. CCG: HOW HIDEOUSLY OPPRESSIVE. CCG: "SHORT" IS A HURTFUL AND FRANKLY DEROGATORY TERM. -- CURRENT carcinoGenesis [CCG]  is deliberately saying things Kankri would probably say. -- CHW: H9w w9uld y9u descri6e y9ur height then, Karkat? CCG: *FINE!* CCG: I WOULD DESCRIBE MY HEIGHT AS FINE. CTG: under average CCG: AVERAGE! CTG: uh CTG: i mean fine CCG: FUCK OFF ROXY. CTG: yeah CTG: sorry shouts -- CURRENT tipsyGnostalgic [CTG]  does the paps -- CHW: Its. ah- n9t quite what I image as average, 6ut, ah, 9kay. If thats what y9ud prefer me t9 call it. then, yes. Y9u are "average" CEB: someone just messaged me and said there was a bucket behind me, guys i'm worried. CCG: AWKWARD SILENCE. CEB: help. CCG: NO. CEB: damn it. CCG:  CHOKE. CEB: :B CTG: ;3 CCG: N...NO. CEB: ;B CTG: wonk CTG: wonk CAC: :33 < karkitty burnt chicken nuggets CCG: GOD DAMN IT. CHW: I w9uld suggest ign9ring the p9ssi6le 6ucket as it in itself isn't g9ing t9 f9rce y9u t9 d9 anything, and instead f9cus 9n wh9 put it there and why. 6ut, then again, 6uckets might genuinely just 6e upsetting t9 y9u, s9 9nce y9u are f9r sure that n9 9ne else is ar9und, I w9uld disp9se 9f it. CCG: NEPETA, WHY?- CAC: :33 < i dunno i felt like exposing mew CCG: FUCKER. CAC: :33 < hehe CEB: i don't even know who the troll was that put it there, they just came in, asked me about karkat, told me there was a bucket behind me and pissed off. CHW: I see, yes, I certainly w9uld suggest getting rid 9f the 6ucket s9meh9w. CCG: THEY ASKED ABOUT ME AND PUT A BUCKET BEHIND YOU? CCG: FEAR. CEB: still wanna choke me? or should i just yeet this bucket somewhere. CCG: HOLY FUCK -- CURRENT tipsyGnostalgic [CTG]  wonks in the distance -- CHW: # Ew CCG: YOU CAN'T SAY SHIT LIKE THAT IN FRONT OF PEOPLE. CCG: JOHN. CCG: I'M FUCKING LOSING MY MIND. CEB: oh shit. CCG: THIS IS A *MEMO*. CCG: DID YOU FORGET? CEB: oh no, i know full well. CCG: I CCG: ALRIGHTY THEN. CHW: J9hn if y9u want an audience, at least make sure the audience is wanting y9u. And, I kn9w f9r 9ne, I d9 n9t wish t9 see any9ne engage in such acts, much less with Karkat. It'd 6e, very awkward f9r me. CEB: i'm not being serious, i am a jester. CCG: RIGHT. CEB: my prankster's gambit is through the roof. FDC ceased responding to memo. CCG: YOU CAN SAY YOU'RE JOKING ALL YOU WANT BUT I KNOW THE TRUTH. CTG: this is incredibly siqlly CEB: what're you gonna do huh? expose me? you have no proof. CTG: *silly CCG: I HAVE ALL THE PROOF. CEB: that's not me, fool. CCG: MMMMMHM. CCG: WHATEVER YOU SAY. CEB: i have said nothing. CEB: my words are an illusion. CCG: YOU HAVE SAID *SO MUCH*. CHW: Haha CTG: i wish i ddint see this memo CCG: ME TOO. CTG: thats dhy i drink CHW: I ah, I feel s9me things a69ut this mem9. CTG: *hwy CTG: **why CEB: you made this memo karkat! CCG: AND I REGRET IT. CHW: I feel like that happens a l9t t9 y9u. CHW: I kn9w I tried t9 make a few mem9s during 9ur game.. And ah, a l9t 9f my friends w9uld just, wreck it. FUTURE carcinoGenesis [FCG] 69:00 HOURS FROM NOW responded to memo. FCG: DID YOU GUYS FORGET I WAS HERE? BECAUSE I'M STILL HERE, AND I'M WATCHING, AND I'M NOT LIKING. FCG: JOHN AND PAST ME BETTER BEHAVE. CEB: oh! hi future-kat. CCG: FUCK OFF KARKAT. CHW: Y9u kn9w if y9u d9 6ehave 9r n9t, Future Karkat, s9, d9 y9u? C:6 CHW: Please say yes FCG: ..... FCG: I THINK I'M GONNA...GO WATCH A ROMCOM. FCG: BYE. CCG: EXCUSE ME? CTC: I LikE fuTuRe YoU BetTeR CEB: w o w. -- CURRENT hashtagWarrior [CHW]  mouth drops open to form an O.  -- CCG: I FORGOT GAMZEE WAS HERE. CCG: I'M A LITTLE SCARED. CHW: D9es this mean y9u d9 6ehave 9r d9es this mean y9u and J9hn get gr9ss? What d9es that mean? Als9, Gamzee, rude. CTC: Im MoThER fUcKiNg WaTcHiNG CHW: # Rude -- CURRENT hashtagWarrior [CHW]  also a bit more tense, knowing Gamzees watching. -- CCG: I'M NOT GOING WITHIN A FIVE YARD RADIUS OF JOHN. CEB: i'm not getting gross with karkat. -- CURRENT hashtagWarrior [CHW]  glad that Kurloz isn't around -- FCG: DEBATABLE. CCG: DIE. CAC: :33 <  /me eats ice cream and lurks CTC: WhAtS tHe GaY SeCrEt ThEn CHW: Telling a future y9u t9 die is, kind 9f risky CCG: WHAT GAY SECRET? CAC: :33 < how did that not work CAC: :33 < that mew like dave? CCG: ??? CCG: I'M LOST. CHW: D9 y9u like the Dave human, Karkat? CCG: CAN WE STOP TALKING ABOUT DAVE? CAC: :33 < oh he so does CTC: CEB: dave knows sure as hell how gay he is ;B CCG: HOHLY SHIHFG CCG: SHUT HT EFUK UP CCG: SHUT THE FUCK UP. CAC: :33 < YEWS CAC: :33 < YES CCG: NONO NO NO NONO CCG: JOHN CAC: :33 < john thank mew CEB: that's what you get for calling me gay. CCG: JOHN. CCG: DON'T SAY ANYTHING. CCG: STOP! CTG: shouty ive heard your pretty gay CCG: IT'S A SECRET, OKAY? CCG: NO. CCG: DIE. CCG: FEAR. CHW: 99f CEB: h CCG: JOHN, LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE. -- CURRENT hashtagWarrior [CHW]  *has no fear* -- FCG: I WISH I KILLED MYSELF AT THAT MOMENT. -- CURRENT hashtagWarrior [CHW]  *now has one fear* -- CEB: i'd say i'm sorry but i don't know how sorry i am. CTC: ArNt YoU DatInG diRk BrO? CCG: ???? CCG: OKAY, YOU KNOW WHAT? CAC: :33 < ew what CCG banned CHW from responding to memo: [OUT.]. CHW RIGHT NOW opened memo on board FUCK BUCKETS.

---As I was kicked here, I didn’t see what happened in between me logging back into the memo---

CHW RIGHT NOW opened memo on board FUCK BUCKETS. CURRENT carcinoGenesis [CCG] RIGHT NOW responded to memo. CCG: ESPECIALLY YOU, GAMZEE. CURRENT arsenicCatnip [CAC] RIGHT NOW responded to memo. CAC: :33 < kankri can mew control him CHW: I was 699ted? CCG banned CTC from responding to memo: [OUT.]. CHW: what happened? CCG: I DON'T KNOW. CCG: I KICKED LIKE EVERYONE. CCG: BECAUSE YOU'RE ALL BEING WACK. CURRENT ectoBiologists [CEB] RIGHT NOW responded to memo. CEB: i'm surprised you didn't ban me. CAC: :33 < he got huffy because we talked about him liking dave CHW: Y9u kicked every9ne? CCG banned CTC from responding to memo: [STOP COMING BACK!]. CHW: Rude Memo is now Invite-Only by CCG CCG banned CTC from responding to memo. CCG: FOR FUCK'S SAKE. CCG: ALRIGHT. CURRENT twiinArmageddons [CTA] RIGHT NOW responded to memo. CTA: holy 2hiit.

--- My pester crashed, so I lost some more of the conversation ---

CHW RIGHT NOW opened memo on board FUCK BUCKETS. CURRENT carcinoGenesis [CCG] RIGHT NOW responded to memo. CCG: KANKRI DON'T LEAVE. CHW: Clicked the wr9ng 6utt9n that time CCG: OK. CHW: C9nnecti9n is 6eing dum6 CHW: I d9nt, understand why this is reacting s9 mean it didn't like the kick CHW: I sh9uld 6e g99d n9w CHW: I had t9 mess ar9und with the huskt9p it is s9 picky. And dream 6u66le internet isn't rela6le.. CCG: GAMZEE JUST TOLD ME TO BE MY GAY SELF. CHW: 9h? CURRENT arsenicCatnip [CAC] RIGHT NOW responded to memo. CAC: :33 < be mewr gay self karkitty CURRENT ectoBiologists [CEB] RIGHT NOW responded to memo. CEB: we support you. CCG: I'M NOT GAY. CCG: I'M NOT A HOMOSEXUAL, JOHN. CEB: you trolls are at least a little gay. CCG: ONE HUNDRED PERCENT STRAIGHT. CAC: :33 < stop lying -- CURRENT ectoBiologists [CEB]  laughing my whole ass off. It's on the floor now. -- CCG: I'M NOT LYING. CCG: JOHN YOU'RE THE ONE WHO MADE A CHOKING "JOKE". CEB: the life of a jester is a hard one. FUTURE carcinoGenesis [FCG] 69:00 HOURS FROM NOW responded to memo. FCG: YA'LL SUCK. CURRENT tipsyGnostalgic [CTG] RIGHT NOW responded to memo. CTG: evedryone is a little gay john CEB: the trolls are. CCG: AND YOU. CEB: where is your proof sir you have none. CCG: BET. CCG: PROOF: I EXIST. CEB: my apparent homosexuality brough karkat into existence. i'm so powerful. CCG: SMARTASS. CEB: :B -- CURRENT hashtagWarrior [CHW]  trying not to laugh -- -- CURRENT carcinoGenesis [CCG]  glares at Kankri. -- CCG: JOHN NEEDS TO SHUT UP. CHW: It's just all a 6it silly, t9 fight 9ver this CEB: sexuality is nothing to be ashamed of. CCG: NOT THIS SHIT. CAC: :33 < oof CCG: TROLLS DON'T EVEN *DO* SEXUALITY. I ONLY KNOW WHAT GAY *MEANS* FROM YOU AND DAVE! CEB: 1. thanks for that and 2. dave is very gay. CAC: :33 < he really is CCG: 1) YOU'RE WELCOME AND 2) I KNOW. CAC: :33 < of course mew would -- CURRENT arsenicCatnip [CAC]  wiggles eyebrows -- CCG: I ... -- CURRENT ectoBiologists [CEB]  Wheezing. -- CCG: I'M GOING TO VORE EVERYTHING YOU HOLD DEAR. CCG: TO QUOTE DAVE. CTG: wonk CTG: wonk CTG: wonk CEB: he's so weird. CCG: AGREED. CCG: GOOD THING I *LOATHE* HIM. CAC: :33 < love* CCG: LOATHE. CHW: He's said that? Thats, ah, intense. -- CURRENT arsenicCatnip [CAC]  sighs -- CCG: JOHN, GO TO DMS FOR A SECOND... CHW: I will 6e right 6ack, s9mething came up and I need t9 g9 tend t9 it, it sh9uld 9nly take a c9uple 9f m9ments. -- CURRENT hashtagWarrior [CHW]  goes to take care of business -- CCG: ALRIGHT. CEB: okay! CCG: ANYWAYS, JOHN FELL RIGHT INTO MY TRAP. CCG: I HAVE PROOF NOW. CAC: :33 < oki CCG: THANKS, JOHN, YOU ABSOLUTE MORON. CEB: god damn it. CCG: AHAHAHAH. CEB: you fool. CCG: I'M NO FOOL, YOU'RE THE FOOL! CCG: I ENTRAPPED YOU. CEB: i will obliterate your shins. CCG: I'M POSTING THE LOGS. CCG: YOU CAN'T STOP ME. CEB: i'm gonna do it. CEB: here i come, after your shins. CCG: SO AM I. CCG: YOU CAN'T CATCH THESE LEGS. CCG: I'M POSTING THE FUCKING LOGS HERE GOES: CCG: [03:17] CG: SMOOCH SMOOCH. [03:18] EB: fucking uwu mwah. CCG: YOU ARE *NOT* STRAIGHT. CTG: holy shit CTG: i knew it CCG: YEAH ME TOO. CEB: how else is one supposed to respond to getting smooched at okay?? CTG: whoa CTG: what the fuck CTG: shoutoy and windsock jake? CTG: *shouty CCG: YOU ALSO CALLED A PICTURE OF US CUTE. -- CURRENT ectoBiologists [CEB]  Turns into mist. I'm mist kin now. -- CCG: COWARD. -- CURRENT ectoBiologists [CEB]  The Mist cannot communicate. -- CCG: REST IN PIECES. CTG: lol CEB: i can't frown with my emoji so i'm just gonna :( CCG: I HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY BUT I CAN'T BRING MYSELF TO SAY IT IN FRONT OF THESE FUCKERS SO BACK TO DMS I GO FOR ONE (1) SECOND. CAC: :33 < i gotta go CCG: OH FUCK, OKAY. CAC: :33 < byeeee CCG: BYE NEPETA! CEB: bye nepeta! CCG: JINX. CTG: bye nep CAC ceased responding to memo. CHW: I'm sad I missed saying g99d6ye t9 nepeta. 6ut I have returned (:6 CCG: WELCOME BACK. CEB: ey! CTG: this is getting quite boring CCG: AGREED. CHW: Thank y9u, and it is getting quite repetitive CCG: IT WAS FUN WHEN IT WAS CHAOTIC. -- CURRENT hashtagWarrior [CHW]  in a way to try to revive that chaotic spirit, looks over at Sollux -- CCG: THINK IT'S TIME TO DELETE THE MEMO? -- CURRENT carcinoGenesis [CCG]  also looks at Sollux. -- CHW: G9t anything t9 add, I kn9w Mituna is pretty g99d at stirring things up CURRENT twiinArmageddons [CTA] RIGHT NOW responded to memo. CTA: ii CHW: S9, n9thing really? CTA: ii don't know ii've been put on the 2pot. CHW: 9h, I see, n9t a sp9t light dancer then, thats 9kay. I supp9se this mem9 has run its c9urse, 6ut I'll 6e sad t9 let it g9, as it's 6een fun and the 6u66les are quite l9nely. CCG: HOW ABOUT... CCG: WE AGREE TO MAKE ANOTHER MEMO SOMETIME IN THE FUTURE WHEN EVERYONE IS HERE AGAIN? CTG: sounds good CTA: that work2 for me. CHW: That w9uld 6e great. Always dm me if y9u want, I'm always ar9und, and when Im n9t, I'll get right 6ack t9 y9u. CCG: GREAT. CCG: NOTED. CCG: SEE YOU, NERDS. CHW: G99d6ye, and enj9y y9urselves. CEB: i'm always down for chatting! bye everyone! CCG banned CEB from responding to memo: [BOOP.]. CCG banned CTG from responding to memo: [BOOP X2.]. CCG banned CTA from responding to memo: [BOOP X3.]. CCG banned CHW from responding to memo: [BOOP X4.].

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[peaches-of-1]

Trivia: Holiday Dance

J-Hope x Black!Youtuber

You came to Korea with high hopes that had been met. They are now surpassed as you get the chance to make a youtube video with several BTS members. The recording goes much better than expected, just in time for Christmas.

I walked around the town taking my time as I were getting the last needed things to stay inside for Christmas. My family wasn’t in Korea, but I was. I had moved there...here because of my chance at getting famous. It’s true I had many talents and I wasn’t spectacularly gorgeous, but it was Korea. I had been hoping to take the Sam Okyere route and be famous for being black. And before you say some dumb shit about using my race as an advantage, chill. There aren’t many places where my dark skin is a good thing. We’re usually crooks and rapists and filling up jail cells on dumbass charges, but here.

Here in Korea I was praised for being myself. My self confidence has blossomed and I’m less depressed. Yeah, there are times when I’m told to go back to where I came from or something like that but more people tell that person to shut up no matter if they’re older or not. I feel respected here which is why I’ve stayed in Korea for three years now.

And have I gotten famous? Yes. I’ve gotten famous for my unique style which is apparently still unique in Korea. I run a YouTube channel but I have also become a TV personality and equality advocate. It’s really fun. I get to meet a lot of celebs and get to travel a lot.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” Someone called. They approached me wearing a green padded jacket and western styled makeup on. Their body looked like a caterpillar and the face a butterfly.

I stopped, “Yes. Hello?”

We bowed to each other.

“I’m Kim Gertrude. I work for some very important people. Here’s my card.”

She handed the card to me and I saw she was one of BTS’s managers. Married by the looks of it. I had met several before, but schedules man. You think idols are busy? I just got my own editor for my videos and I still had a lot of legwork to do.

“Hi, Gertrude. Nice to meet you.”

She smiled, “I know we’ve tried to set up something before, but a lot of staff has been fired in the recent...event. I just wanted to make sure we still had some connection with you and heard you were headed to Megan’s place today.”

I nodded, “Oh, I am. We’re shooting a video today. That’s very kind of you to go out of your way to confirm that. Uh, quick question. I have a mostly clear schedule for the next two weeks since I’m doing things in advanced and this is the last video I’m shooting for my channel event. Anyways, um, is there a chance I could have one day with at least one of the guys anywhere in that time?”

Gertrude tapped her lip, “Maybe. I’ll have to double check and let you know. I left my work phone somewhere. I promise to let you know as soon as possible. I have to get going now. Thank you for your time.”

“You’re welcome. Thank you for the card and I hope to hear you from you soon.”

After bowing to each other, she went to a car that was waiting and I continued to my friend Megan’s place. We were recording for my 25 days of videos. It was two months until December and the holiday season, so I had a lot of events to go to. I’d do vlogs too, but for YouTube content I’d be doing as many collabs as possible.

“(Y/N)!” Megan said with a big smile when I got to her door. Her cats meowed all around as we hugged each other.

I made sure to give them pets and scratches too.

[Thirty minutes later]

The first video for her channel was recorded, and I legit smelled like cat food. Feathers were everywhere. We tested to see what the cats would do with certain toys, which they liked the best, which they didn’t really like. They destroyed three feathered ones, so it was time for clean up and a quick break before we started recording mine.

With the feathers in the trash, I decided to check my phone while she ordered take out. I had sent Gertrude a confirmation text and she said she was glad to know I was actually interested and that she had heard good things from the former employees and really liked me work, all that jazz.

Then this exchange happened once I checked my phone. I nearly screamed.

I lied. I had no ideas that hadn’t already been used up for the 25 days thing. My face must’ve looked very stressed because Megan gave me a confused look.

“You good?”

“If I show you this, you can’t tell anyone until it’s over.”

She nodded, “I swear on my life, girl.”

I showed her the text messages and her eyes lit up. She grabbed my phone to scream and then looked at me. Looking at the phone, she screamed again.

“NOoooo”

“Yesss!”

“Girl, I’ve been doing this for 10 years and I couldn’t even get ten seconds with…” She handed my phone back, “What’s the idea?”

“I don’t have one! I came up with so many ideas for my channel for the 25 days things and the only things I didn’t do was because they are impossible or they suck ass!”

Megan shook her head and held out her hand, “List.”

I scrolled on my phone to show her the list. She looked through it and we stood in awkward but excited silence for a good few seconds as she saw what wasn’t crossed out.

“Potato sack race? In the winter?”

“Anyways!” I waved my hand.

Then she held out her phone while her fluffiest cat jumped onto the counter and into my arms, “What about this one? Random dance play? They’re dancers, or even guess the song! You both love music!”

“But the copyrights! I’m broke, sis!” I whined.

“Make it BTS. They can’t strike you if they’re listening to their own music.”

I wanted to facepalm so hard, “You’re right! OMG thank you so much!”

The doorbell buzzed. Probably food. I started texting back.

The food was set up in the living room when I returned. Megan asked how it went, and I told her I was just waiting to see if any of the guys wanted to do it. She said she was so glad for me but I owed her a name drop for helping. Of course! I’d make sure it was kept in the video intro. She laughed and we recorded my video which just us doing each other’s makeup with children’s makeup kits that one would get from like the toy section.

It was just a fun thing, but I had to remember to wash it off because it was also done blindfolded and we looked like wrecks with a capital R.

When next week arrived, I had become that girl who was trying to impress guys but “not too much” Not like I bought a whole new outfit to wear or started preparing my hair ahead of time or anything. I didn’t make a video vlog of my shopping or upload my selfie to my insta account. Nothing...like...that.

Ok, fine. Maybe I did, but don’t I look damn fine?

The plan was to do one all BTS dances and then one full of iconic hits. Mostly TWICE, Hyuna, and Super Junior from the sounds of it. I told Gertrude the guys could just show up in whatever they usually do their dance practices in, something comfortable.

I was wearing leggings, a tank top, and a sheer mesh dress with some white tennis shoes. Clean, but not like I was trying too hard. I just did some lip tint and foundation for a confidence booster and cameras. Waterproof or not, nothing was going on my eyes. I even put on extra strength deodorant cuz I’d be stanky and I didn’t wanna be stanky around BTS. My hair was in two cute buns. Basically a stylish workout.

Taking a deep breath, I went inside and Gertrude greeted me. She said the boys were wrapping up a project and were running a bit late. I was escorted to the practice room while given some rules of what could and could not go into the videos final cut, if it should happen. I told them I followed most of the KBS TV show guidelines when interacting with idols.

“Trust me. Me and my editor take our utmost care to show honest celebrities without tarnishing their records.”

Then they left me in the room to set up with a bodyguard who also had some tech knowledge in case I needed help. I set up my own camera and tripod and tested the speakers. I made sure my earrings were still in and that I wasn’t sweating too much. Then I turned on my phone camera.

“Hey, guys. It’s ya girl PeachesNoCream hear recording yet another video for you. I am not sure when this is going up, I’m thinking sometime during Kwanzaa since you guys need to catch up on my 25 Collabs of Christmas. If you haven’t go see those now.” I smiled and giggled, getting into YouTuber mode.

I messed with a puff making sure it stayed lively, “Anywhoosies, if you’ll notice, I am not in any of my usual spots today. You’ll see, I’ve been blessed by the k-pop gods themselves to do a video with some idols from my favorite group. They’re running a bit late, but it just give me more time to set up...and work on my intro several times until they show up.”

Which I did until the fifth take wasn’t too fake, wasn’t too squeaky or could be perceived as fake. Then I answered some emails while pacing around talking to my editor and confirming or rejecting certain events. I was going to be called in last minute to do this Winterview, I just knew it. Just as I was checking my teeth in the front facing camera, they walked in.

Three of the seven gods belonging to BTS. Damn, how were they all so attractive? I forgot how to breath for a solid five seconds before bowing and greeting them, shaking their hands and such.

“Wow, you guys were so late, I started to wonder if I had been pranked.” Why the fuck did I say that?

They chuckled, “Sorry, Hobi took forever deciding which shorts to wear.”

“I watch your videos sometimes and saw that you made a video about your favorite body parts on idols. Number 1 was my legs and my abs, but you gotta earn those.” He laughed.

I smiled back, “Wow thanks. So you know what we’re gonna do today, right?”

“We gonna dance!” Jimin exclaimed!

“Yep. The first one is all your songs and then the second is just from all over kpop. Do you guys wanna do an intro with me?”

The three boys nodded, and so I came up with an idea on the spot. They in on the other side of my camera and I introduced myself with the basic script I had liked the most from earlier.

“...I’ve been blessed by the k-pop gods themselves. Would you like to meet them?” I turned my body to stand in front of them and they waved and smiled. “It’s BTS!”

Hoseok was laughing, “K-pop gods.”

I smiled at him, making eye contact and then cut off the camera. “That was good, guys. Now, part two of the intro is me explaining what we’re doing for a few seconds.”

Testing the speakers once more, I turned on the camera and had the guys stand on either side of me. They were all taller than I was by at least two inches, but I was pretty sure Jimin was wearing lifts.

“So what am I doing with the deities of dance? Dancing, of course. The four of us will be doing a random dance challenge with BTS songs and some iconic ones afterwards. The songs may be new or old, but either way the chorus will play and we have to do our best at doing the correct choreography. Got it, guys?” I looked at each of them.

“Got it!”

“Sounds fun!”

“Let’s get it!”

I smiled, “Alright, let’s clear the floor. I’ve mostly followed J-Hope and Suga when learning dances, so I’ll be doing their stuff most of the time.” I looked over to the assigned helper. “Yoosung, start the video please. Video links will be in the description.”

The intro music played. Then the countdown began. | “I need you girl, wheh…” started playing, and the guys began doing their thing. I joined in the body rolls and steps. I really liked doing this one. I think there was even an “in heels” cover somewhere on my channel.

Thirty minutes later, the list ended and the boys said that there were some they needed to practice again. They were smiling and laughing which was a good sign. I really just wanted them to have some fun even if I was chugging down a whole TaTa water bottle. They had stamina for the gods, and I barely had it for myself.

Hoseok laughed at my huge sigh after water spilled down my chin, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Good thing I brought a towel.” I got the small towel out of my bag and wiped my sweat on the way to the small puddle, but the assistant was already mopping it up. “Oh, thanks.”

“No problem.” He smiled and then set up the next round of songs.

I spoke to the camera again, so glad I wouldn’t have to edit this myself or I’d probably die of embarrassment.

“So, how was that, Jimin?”

“It was fun! I wanna do more!”

Taehyung laughed, “Even though you went the wrong way during--”

Jimin became a giggly mochi as he hit Tae’s arm, “Shut up!”

“Well, we have time for one more video. It’s iconic dances of all time. Do you still want to do it?”

They all said yes, of course, so we went into the second round of dances. I had learned so much more ever since coming to Korea, and we got excited when our favorites came on or ones that brought nostalgia. Hobi was a bit shy to join some even though he was shaking his hips or moving his arms from the side.

And then fifteen minutes in, “Troublemaker” came on. Taehyung was Jimin’s Hyuna, and I did the Queen’s part by myself. I knew they probably wouldn’t dance with me to this type of song, and I understood. It was just the chorus, but as it went on, I couldn’t help but feel kinda left out? That’s the best way to describe it. Even though I was doing well, I was about to go back to the sidelines until I felt a presence behind me and arms under mine.

Hobi danced the rest of the short section with me, letting me put my palms on top of his. The song launched into the slow part, and let me tell you. Time literally slowed down. It felt really natural to be doing this with him. Our bodies moved in sync like they were one and he kept his manner hands as much as he could. But damn. Our chemistry.

I smiled and he grinned back. Then the snippet ended and the next song came on. My heart was going fast, so I took a break from a few songs to get a drink of water. He continued to dance with his members. A girl was shook and that girl was me.

Chung Ha’s “Love You” came on near the end and J-Hope grabbed my hand to pull me to the dance floor. He was adorkable as he placed me in front of him. This time, Jimin got to be the main girl and Taehyung did backup. I did my best not to be extra, but this dance probably wasn’t going to get into the final cut anyways. When it was time for the full body roll and hand over waist moment, I took my chance to grab the back of his hand for just a moment.

Five more choruses, and it was done. The boys said how much fun they had on camera while I forced my attention to anywhere but J-Hope. We were all breathing hard and then off. We all high fived each other and used our sweat towels to wipe off our perspiration. I did a quick pit sniff as slyly as I could, and Jimin smiled at me. We giggled at each other.

They all helped me pack up even though Hoseok helped me the most. Tae and Jimin went into the hall to talk about something and said they’d be back soon.

“I don’t mean to be rude, but why were you late? It couldn’t have taken that long for just some shorts.”

“Oh, uh. They wanted help with a Christmas song. We really wanted to make an album for it this year. That’s what they’re probably talking about right now. We’re gonna record some more once we get back to the dorms.”

A vague memory popped in my head, “Is it that one Taehyung…”

Hoseok nodded, and I smiled. So they were gonna end up singing it together after all. That made me happy.

“I’m glad. They deserve to sing together.” I said as I zipped up the last bag.

That’s when the boys came back in. Taehyung apologized for taking so long. Hobi said that she knew about the song, and they smiled at her. Jimin looked like he wanted to say something but decided not to and told us to ignore him.

I giggled, “I guess that’s it then. It was an honor to work with you guys. I hope we can do some more videos again some time.”

“Nooo, don’t gooo. Come to dinner with us?”

“I thought we were just gonna get takeout and watch movies before hitting the studio. Y’know, back at the dorms.” J-Hope said, confused.

Not gonna lie, I was confused too, “Well, if you’re gonna do all that. I don’t wanna intrude. I’ve taken up enough of your time.”

Taehyung wasn’t having it as he grabbed my arm and pulled me along, “No, no, no. We’re going out to eat together. There’s a place nearby that I haven’t gotten to try when not in a rush. It’ll be fun. Jimin, carry her stuff.”

The pink haired man grabbed the duffle in my right hand while Hobi followed behind, holding my other bag. The excited puppy-like Taehyung went on and on about how good the cold noodles were at this restaurant and how they’d have one of their managers drive me home instead of me having to take a cab or the train. I thought Why not? Free food! And ordered a few sushi rolls and we shared a huge bowl of cold noodles. It was really fun.

They asked me about videos and who I had gotten to interact with over the years. Hobi and Tae seemed the most interested while Jimin’s attention was more on the bottle of soju that a fan at another table ordered for them. It was even better that I could also ask them questions that I had been wondering about for years! Most importantly, which ARMY got the Bangtan Universe timeline correct? I know they had watched videos to see if anyone had. They were curious like that especially when it came to their fans and their content.

J-Hope replied that no one had gotten it 100% right, but a certain youtuber had gotten about 86% right but switched several key events. I asked who.

“That’s for us to know, and for you to find out.” Jimin winked at me and then got shy, hitting Joon’s arm. “Ah, that’s so cheesy.”

We had gotten a booth, but the boy with the boxy smile was the one sitting next to me while the two others sat across from us. About three hours had passed by with us just talking. Then it was time for me to upload the footage to my computer and send it to my editor. I wondered if she was up. I needed to fangirl to someone who would keep it a secret until it was uploaded.

I laughed and called her, “Hiya.”

“Oh my god, girl!” She squeaked. “Are you serious? You really shot this video today? Like, today today?”

“Yeah.” I chuckled. “I told you what I was gonna be doing.”

“Yeah, but you never said who it was gonna be with. BTS? I am so proud of you, but also. Mama can’t edit this without some notes. Some tea worthy notes.”

I had just gotten out of the shower, so I was doing my face mask and night routine in my oversized jumper and ankle socks. We usually talked like this while she did the first round of editing and then she’d would text me for anything else she needed info on. Like always, she ran the conversation just because that’s how our relationship worked.

“It wasn’t much. We just danced. They were late because of work stuff, so I was able to record some solo intros for you to choose from. Should I have gotten some more intros with them it it? I felt like the first one was good enough.”

Her deep voice laughed, “If you think it’s good enough, it probably is. But stop being so shy. What was is like? Who’s hottest in person?”

“You say that as if Hobi doesn’t own my heart and soul. Do you expect another answer?” I replied, remembering the dances we did...and his hands on my waist. His hands in my hands. His front pressed up against my back. How in sync our moments were.

“Y/N!!!!” My editor yelled.

I nearly dropped my phone as I dropped, “Yea?”

“Where did you go and why did your breathing get heavier? No wait...” She gasped. “Gurl. He did not. He. Did. NOT!!!”

She had gotten to that one. You knew it. The music played from her computer, and you could hear it through the phone. She was screaming at the top of her lungs from excitement. Her words were incomprehensible until her neighbor yelled at her. After apologizing, she was back.

“Hyuna! He danced behind you like that? TaeTae and Chim even left the stage because y’all were getting it on. This isn’t going in the video is it?”

“No! No way. I’d get fucking murdered if any sasaengs or worse, hardcore ARMY, saw that. I might put that in a blooper reel. Might, in like two million years. Also, we do Chung Ha’s song together too, so cut that out please. I quite enjoy living.”

She squealed quietly again, “Please tell me you got his number!”

I scoffed, “Nah, but he did help me pack up afterwards. Also, Tae made sure I ate dinner with them. A manager drove me back home, so that was fun.”

She was probably gonna ask what we talked about over dinner, but there was a loud crash and the sound of a dog whining. She had to go. I ended up falling asleep to the latest episode of Hello Counselor and waking up to my phone going absolutely insane. I woke up with drool on my face and the mask barely hanging on.

Luckily, it had been charging nearby. So I grabbed it and I couldn’t believe it. Apparently I had uploaded a video last night that had now reached 1 million views already. So many comments were pouring in. I had to turn off notifications before my phone literally exploded. It was already very hot.

“Wh-what the fuck?” My tired brain tried to understand what was going on.

Underneath the YouTube notifs was a text from my editor.

> Hey, I edited the video while my dog had to go the hospital last night and decided to uploaded it since I finished. Hope you don’t mind! ^_^

> OMG, girl. Check the video. You’re trending already!

I am gonna kill you <

> Love you too! Call me when you can! ^3^

I refreshed the page and it was almost at 3 million. I wanted to look at the comments, I really did. But I also was fucking terrified. There were so many missed calls and my Twitter and my Insta were also blowing up. I had to turn off every notification ever and make my own posts to maybe quell the flames.

Twitter: Holy shit, guys! My editor uploaded that for me as a surprise...to me. Thanks to @bts_twt for all the working with me, but I’m scared to look at the comments *scared face*

Instagram Story: Appreciate the support but stop blowing me up, thx!

Even though it was a lot of good news that I was seeing at first glance, it took me way too long to get rid of all my notifications. Also, I knew that was getting hate. Yeah, I had been doing this for years but I had a soft heart especially for things I cared about a lot. It’s not like I had time to prepare myself for any of this. | Deep breaths. I had to take deep breaths and made an instagram poll.

Read the comments on my YT vid or no?

Of course most of them said yes with the hope of their comment being seen and liked by me. Fine, I would, but D had to be on the phone with me as I did from my laptop just as moral support and to make me feel better about any mean ones. I probably had on more comment filters than necessary anyways, but just in case.

I scrolled down and there was a lot of good. A lot of people laughed at the forgotten bits of choreo and how exaggerated they were when doing the other’s solo dances. There were a lot of comments that had a timestamp around 38:22.

“D?”

“Mm-hmm?”

“What’s at 38 minutes and 22 seconds?”

Her voice went high, “Nothing?”

I smacked my lips and whispered, “Girl, I swear to god, if that’s what I think it is…”

“No, don’t--”

I clicked and there on my screen was J-Hope and I dancing to “Troublemaker” together. The other time stamp was 56:04. Guess what that was? You guessed it. “Love You” which I didn’t mind as much, but I was gonna die. My face got so warm.

“Oh my gahd. Oh my fucking god. I’m dead. I’m gonna die.” I took a deep breath and contemplated letting it out. Eventually, I did. “I can’t go outside today or tomorrow or ever again!”

D scoffed, “Gurl, it’s not like they know this was recorded yesterday or whatever. It could’ve been done a long time ago.”

I paced around my apartment, phone pressed to my ear and voice rising, “Denessa, Jimin’s hair was blonde until a week ago until it became pink which it is in my video. They’re gonna know it’s hella recent. Also, also, Taehyung posted a selca yesterday about having a good time dancing. They’re gonna connect the dots and murder me for messing with their oppas!”

“If I was there, I’d slap you. Get a hold of yourself, girly. So what if it’s recent? They aren’t gonna kill you. As if you hadn’t gotten death threats before. Did anything happen then?”

“Nothing dramatic, just the letters.”

“Exactly. You can throw those out. You’ll be fine. Anyways, if you really do feel unsafe, then you can call the police. They’ll actually help you here.”

I breathed, “You’re right. You’re right. I do feel bad because I feel as though they’ll get mad at me for adding those moments. Also, I just don’t want any rumors.”

“I feel bad for putting them in. They just looked so cute! I’ll edit it out and reupload.”

“Just keep them in unless we get in trouble. It’s out there now. People have saved the clips already.” I chuckled and heard a text come through. After checking I wanted to die again. “Hey, it’s the manager. I’ll text you later.”

“Good luck, girly.”

Gertrude sent me a number and said to call it asap. I did even though my stomach felt like it was a hole or emptiness. I decided to make a bowl of cereal as I waited for the other side to pick up and also prayed that it wasn’t Bang PD or the legal team of some corporation wanting to sue me for the content.

A deep and chipper voice answered, “Hello, (Y/N)?”

“Hi...yeah, it’s me.”

“Good. It’s Hoseok.”

J-Hope! I nearly choked on a Cheerio, “Um. Hi, Hoseok. What-uh, what made you need me to call you? Before you say anything, it was my editor who did everything. I had no idea she uploaded it until last night. It’s not the first time she’s done this but I didn’t mean for anything to happen like--”

“Hey, hey, calm down. I watched it with the guys. I was staring a lot, huh?”

I nodded but then realized he couldn’t see me, “Y-yeah...I noticed that too. We’ve got good chemistry though.” What was I saying? That’s probably not what he wanted. “I can tell her to edit it out or the parts where we danced together. It’s no biggie.”

He chuckled, “No, it isn’t that. I’m actually glad she kept them in, actually. We’ve been wanting a new image lately, and I think this’ll help move it in the right direction.”

“Really?” Said I who was quite shook.

“Really.” He shifted the phone before speaking again. “The fans aren’t giving you a hard time, are they?”

“No. They’re actually being really nice. Just the usual hate that I deal with on a much grander scale because you know, it’s trending and all.”

“Congrats!” He said, a smile in his voice.

I didn’t want him to hang up, and I didn’t have anything to do today. Still, I felt like we should be saying something even though this was the most comfortable silence I had ever experienced.

“What are you--?” Hobi said the same time as I said, “Is that--” We laughed at the cross over and told the other to go first. He was older, so he spoke.

He asked what I was doing for Christmas since there was a ball he wanted to invite me to as his date. All of BTS would be escorting someone, mostly friend, family, or ARMY. Basically, he saw you as a friend and wanted to spend more time with me. I was not shook. I was not shaken nor stirred.

I was shooketh.

“So, we’re going as friends?” I asked just to make sure my heart could calm down a bit.

He hesitated, “Yes. Does that mean you’re coming?”

“Yeah. Sounds fun. What’s the dress code?”

“I’ll send you something. We’ll match!” The smile in his voice was evident.

I blinked, “What do you mean you’ll send me something. Hoseok, you don’t even know my--”

“Uh, sorry. Hyung needs me for something. See you soon. Bye!”

Beep. He hung up. I looked at myself in the mirror, making my pajamas as tight as possible. Just looking at my body trying to see what he saw. It wasn’t anything too special. Then again, he did like black girls. I smirked and then broke out into a full out smile and held my cheeks. My chest felt like it was a ball of light. Jung Hoseok was my friend. I was so lucky! Thank goodness I stayed in Korea.

I just stayed low for a while after the video came out. Yeah, the death threats and racial slurs increased in my inboxes and messages of all sorts, but that just meant my block button was getting used a lot more too. About a week had passed and most of them had gone away to the latest scandal and relationship drama or whatever.

No one told me to edit out the moments of me and J-Hope dancing together. I guess it was because it was seen through a logical lense for the most part. The dances required two people to dance together, and it wasn’t extremely sexual. Manner hands were obvious and made even more obvious by D’s editing skills. I thanked her for that. To be completely honest, I was sorta really glad that it was kept there and that a certain channel called KMusicAndBlackWomen asked if she could include it in her next video.

With Hoseok’s permission, I was able to say yes. The two of us eventually met up again and he asked once more if the comments were bad. He was really worried because he knew there were some real asshats who claimed to be their fans even though they’d never want someone so hateful in their fandom. We even grabbed lunch where I told him about the awful Winterview that would be happening two days before the ball.

“Why’s it so awful? I mean, I don’t really watch it but everyone seems to enjoy watching it every year.”

I sighed, “One of the hosts is always saying slightly racist, well completely racist things and people laugh it off. I just smile too because I’m not one for confrontation.” I stirred my hot cocoa and watched the mini marshmallows melt.

“If they’re saying dumb shit, then call them out.” Hoseok gave me an unexpected answer. “At least let them know it’s not ok, or they’re gonna keep doing it. Online comments can only do so much. I’m sure they’ll stop or at least watch what they say if you do it during the interview.”

“No promises. It’s just they’re so much popular than I am.” I didn’t say the name since I knew Hobi worked closely with her.

He held your hand on the table for a moment, “Listen. There’s only one of them and there are millions of black fans who hate to hear that person say racist stuff. If you won’t do it for you, do it for the fans. Yours and theirs who usually have to keep quiet.”

I hoped Hoseok was right. Putting on basic foundation before I left, I made sure I had everything I needed since I’d be out all day. I also took migraine medicines because I had been dreading this day. This time would be my fourth time doing this.

More importantly, I hoped I had the guts to say something when she said some dumb shit. I had to laugh at myself. Not “if” but “when” because I knew she was gonna spew some bull from that useless mouth of hers.

Like every year prior, we shared the same dressing room. I was to wear a simple red and cream colored Gucci dress with a long sleeve shirt under which was the same creamy tone along with green stockings and a small Christmas hat pinned into my hair. Later on a red and green suit would be my outfit because we had a 15 minute intermission for the hour long livestream.

“I’ll be watching! You’ll do great. Fighting!” Hobi texted me, and I smiled at my phone.

“What, did you get a notification for a discount on dashikis?” It was her. Winnie.

I set my jaw, “Nope. Just a friend of mine wishing me luck.” I turned my phone on silent and slid it into my pocket.

Before she could say something else, we were called to our seats. Then it was lights, cameras, action. The four guests were introduced: Me, Winnie, a male YouTuber named Carlos, and underrated solo idol James. Carlos was a friend of mine and had the longest hair out of anyone there. It was braided back and tied with a red and green ribbon.

We would be answering questions and playing games all night. Things went well, and Winnie kept quiet for the most part. She was polite, which was sort of weird. Like, she was usually polite but just racist towards black people in a passive aggressive way.

“So, (Y/N),” James asked. “You’ve had a video go viral lately. What do you think attributed to it getting so popular in such a short period of time?”

“Well, uh, it was an accidental upload of sorts. My editor had spare time to edit as she was waiting for her dog to get treated--he’s ok by the way, and she just posted it for me. As to what caused the popularity, it was BTS. They’re good guys and popular and talented, and people are constantly looking for content of them. I just happened to be the supplier of it that day.”

Winnie commented, “You’re used to supplying people with their daily fix, aren’t you?”

Drugs. She was talking about me being a drug supplier. Not just me, either, every black person that ever breathed. As if there hadn’t been thousands of cases where people of color had been framed or wrongfully killed because of suspicion. As if it were a joke she was allowed to make. The others gave a quiet laugh, looking for me to say if it was ok to find this humorous.

“You’re a comedian, right?” I asked.

“Yeah?”

“Then try saying something funny instead of the racist bullshit you’re always spewing.” Everyone got silent. “Just because I’m black I must be a drug dealer? That’s what you’re saying.”

She tried to backtrack, “N-no. It’s just that--”

I wasn’t going to let her, “I’ve dealt with you for three years, Winnie. I’m putting my foot down. Make a real joke for once instead of turning yourself into one. Let’s continue.” I looked at Carlos and put on a smile. “Yeah, so it was a lot of fun getting to interact with them. BTS are just a bunch of sweethearts. I’m lucky I got to interact with them.”

The main host cleared his throat, “Um, well, that’s...that’s good to hear (Y/N). We’re gonna take a quick commercial break and be back in just a moment.”

All eyes were now on me after CUT was called. Makeup artists started to approach the stage and do touchups for everyone.

Winnie was shocked, “What was that, (Y/N)? Couldn’t you just smile through it? You know how I joke.” She tried to be buddy buddy with me now.

“I do, and that wasn’t a joke. Well, not a good one at least. Good jokes are funny. Also, I’ve been smiling through your so-called jokes and dying inside for way too long. I’m done. If you can’t take it, then don’t try to dish it out.”

I held up my finger when my makeup artist redid my lips and smiled at him, “Thanks, Saeran.” I smacked my lips. My smile faded when looking Winnie right in her blue colored contacts. “If the next thing out of your mouth isn’t an apology, I don’t wanna hear it.”

“Alright, 30 seconds everyone!” The director called.

Everyone scrambled to their seats and she kept silent. I scoffed. Of course she wouldn’t apologize. She was too good for that, apparently. As the stream went on, there was more laughter and reading of questions. The games still went on. Once the last one was cleaned up, we could answer ten more questions and then say our goodbyes.

“Question #9 is for (Y/N). Will you ever make a video about the racism and ignorance you have faced in Korea, or is it small enough where it’s not worth talking about?”

“Awwww.” The others went sadly.

I know what I had to say, and I would mean every word of it, “Well, I think the earlier event that happens answers part of your question. I’ve been here a long time, and I’ve mentioned being the victim of ignorance many times. Less than the good times, but I still think it’s about time that it gets its own video. It’ll come sometime January, probably.” I smiled and laughed.

Everyone nodded and then the last question was being read, “Final one. Is there anything you really want for Christmas?”

James said, “A girlfriend would be nice.”

“I’d like to see my dogs back home in Canada.”

“A new look.” was Carlos’s reply.

I thought for a moment before saying, “World peace or a really long nap.”

Everyone smiled and laughed.

“Well, that’s it. Thank you all fo--”

“Actually. I wanna change mine.” Winnie said, surprising everyone.

Girl was about to do some shit, I could just feel it. I braced myself for another snide comment reeking of ego.

She turned to me, “I want (Y/N)’s forgiveness for Christmas.” She stood and bowed at my feet like a proper Korean.

I was shocked to say the least. Was this actually happening? Where was I supposed to look? I wasn’t exactly sure how to feel about this.

“(Y/N) I am sorry. I have been a complete jerk to you for no reason. Honestly, I don’t wanna be known for making cheap shots at you, so I apologize for every one I’ve made and I promise I won’t do it anymore.”

My mouth flapped open several times before I could say something, “Thanks for apologizing. I’ll have to see you actually do what you say before I can completely and honestly forgive you.”

What the fuuuuuuck? I got out of my seat and quickly went to the dressing room where I took off my Christmas suit. The two of us didn’t say anything else to each other than good nights when I left first and “Happy Holidays!” following after. I needed a drink. |

Good thing D had texted me earlier. She said we needed to celebrate me growing a spine. We got wine drunk at her place as people tweeted about the “Feud” between me and Winnie or whatever. When I got home the next day, there were a few boxes waiting for me. I opened them once I was inside.

It was the most beautiful snowy dress ever. Elsa could only dream of such a dress. It was forest green with white beading to make it look as though snowflakes had landed on the dress. Trying it on, it was perfect. How did he know what my sizes were? There was another two boxes. One had snow colored heels and the other had...a tiara! Oh my god!

I couldn’t believe it. I had to text him.

I twirled in the dress for a good hour before finally taking it off. Wow, ok, so I had to do my own makeup for this? I needed to step up my game. Internet beauty gurus here I come! Wait, I needed to eat first. | The day soon arrived where I got my makeup done by a store known for giving free makeovers. I tweaked it to be a bit more sparkly when I got home. We walked the red carpet which is something that I’ve done before but never with someone so popular and kind. It was beautiful inside where all sorts of idols danced and talked to one another.

It was a good time to just relax and chill with Hoseok. I was nervous, but his calming aura put me at ease. While talking people brought up my Winterview, and I stood my ground. A lot of people were proud of me. Hobi seemed to smile every time someone said they were glad I finally stood up to her. Apparently, a lot of people had kept silent about her sucky brand of “humor”

“So, is there anything you wanna do before the new year rings in?”

“I don’t think so. I just wanna enjoy my time with you today and not worry about the future for a little bit y’know?”

He smiled, “You’re so cute. I’m honestly really proud of what you did the other day. It makes me glad to see you speaking for yourself.”

I said thanks and asked if he wanted anything to do before the year was over. He said he wanted to do two things he had never done before. Those two things were 1. Beat Junkook in a round of Overwatch and 2. Do something very Christmassy

“Like what?”

“Drink eggnog, open presents in pajamas, Christmas karaoke, kisssomeoneunderthemistletoe. Y’know. Something like that.”

I blinked, “What was that last one?”

He blushed and no longer met my eyes, “I want to kiss someone under the mistletoe. I’ve always seen it in movies, but I’ve never done it myself. Not like I really could without getting angry fans in return.”

“Why not kiss one of the members. I’m sure the fans will find that cute.”

“Well, mostly because I wanna kiss someone I like in a romantic way or even love. Also, kissing them would just be fan service.

I scoffed, “As if you don’t kiss each other all the time. You’re Jung Hoseok.”

He laughed, “Ah, I guess you’re right, but there’s actually someone I had in mind.”

“Who?”

Hobi took a deep breath and leaned next to my ear, “You...if it’s ok.”

He came away from my ear to look me in the eyes. The question was obvious, but I still couldn’t believe he was actually asking me this. I bit my sparkling magenta lip and nodded. If I could kiss Jung Hoseok, it’d be a dream come true. Even better if I was helping him reach one of his goals as well.

A smile came over his face, “Really?”

“Yes. I would love to my your mistletoe kiss.”

Hoseok squeezed my hands tightly and then searched the skies for the mistletoe drone that was flying the plant to random areas. As the song came to a close, he gently waltzed me to be under it with him. The only problem was that other couples were trying to do the same as well. Fans weren’t allowed to be in here, so it wouldn’t go too viral unless someone mentioned it on social media.

No one usually talked about the balls until months later anyways.

So, when the music finally ended, it was me and J-Hope underneath the mistletoe. No, not J-Hope, Hoseok. This was him and not his public persona. He was the man who wanted me of all people to be his mistletoe kiss.

“Ready?”

I nodded even though I wasn’t sure if I was ready. I wanted this for sure, though. There was no doubt about that in my mind. Both of us closed our eyes, and he smooched my lips. His were so soft. His Christmas pine needle cologne was even stronger than before and pricked my nose. I smiled. It was more than just a peck as he held my face in his hands. My heart was on fire.

He hugged me afterwards, “Thank you.”

“No, thank you.” I replied, a bit breathless.

The two of us danced closer than ever, a new song having come on. It was a bit more upbeat than the previous waltz, but us two just swayed together in our own little world. Even though it had been a hard and stressful couple of weeks full of unexpected events and words from every which way, this had been the best and most unplanned thing.

Hobi bought a dress and crown that made me feel like a princess and then he kissed me underneath the mistletoe. Even if I was in rags, that kiss. Those few seconds would’ve made me feel like a princess anyways.

And with that kiss I knew or at least hoped that he wanted more. He wanted me. What a Merry Christmas it had been, and it wasn’t even over yet.

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[starsinursa]

"...I should never have asked you to do this."

“Here’s her food,” Cassays, hefting a bag onto Dean’s counter. “She gets ¼ cup in themornings and ¼ cup at night. Don’t let her nag you into giving her more, butshe can have some of her cat treats if she’s being persistent.”

“Got it,” Dean says, feeling confident. Catfood, cat treats. Not too hard.

Cas places a tube on thecounter next to the cat food. “She gets furball medicine twice per day. Youcan give it to her at the same times as her food. She won’t take it willingly, so you’ll haveto put it on her paw so she’ll lick it off. You should try to do it while she’s eating and distracted, otherwise she’ll seeyou coming. Just make sure you get it on her paw well enough so she can’t shake it off.”

“…okay,” Dean agrees, picking up the tube to peer at the label. Chicken-flavored furballpaste. Gross. But still not that hard.

“Here are some of hertoys,” Cas adds, hefting a plastic bag onto the counter. It jingles and rattles as he setsit down. “She likes the feathered toys, but she tears apart the feathers. She’llonly chase the laser light for a little, that’s not her favorite, but sheloves the balls with the bells inside and the catnip mice. Be cautious with the catnip though, or she’ll be running through the apartment at 3 a.m.”

Dean nods distractedly,mentally making a list of this shit to keep everything straight. Casdoesn’t even notice, still talking.

“Oh, and don’t touch her rumpright in front of her tail, she’s sensitive about that area. You can stroke down her back, but stop right before her tail. And don’t try to pether by reaching your hand over her head, I think it scares her, but she likes her cheeks rubbed and her chin scratched.” Finally, finally, Cas pauses. “I think that’s everything…I hope I’m not forgettingsomething…oh! Shelikes to have her litter box somewhere dark, like a closet, or under a towel.She won’t use it if it’s out in the open, and then she’ll find her own darkcorner without the litter box, and you really don’t want that.”

Dean’s gonna take Cas’ word on that and hopefully he’ll never have to experience it first-hand. “If I don’t want cat piss in the corner, put the litter box somewheredark,” Dean says weakly. “Got it.”

What the fuck has heagreed to?

“Oh! Your Benadryl!” Cassays suddenly, reaching down for another bag. It’s bulging with boxed packagesof Benadryl, the sharp corners pressing against the plastic.

“Christ, Cas, you’re only gone for a couple of days, how much Benadryl do you thinkI’ll need?” He hesitates. “You…you’re only gone for the weekend, right?”

“You’re right, it’s all toomuch,” Cas sighs, looking miserable. “Ishould never have asked you to do this.”

Somehow, that gives Deanresolve. Fuck his own worries and misgivings, Cas is depending on him, and Dean can’t let his best friend down.

“Hey. It’ll be fine, all right? I’ve got this.” He puts a hand on Cas’shoulder and squeezes firmly, more confidently than he feels. “I practically raised Sammy, how hard can cat-sittingbe?”

“Are you sure, Dean?” Cas meets his eyes, searching, and Dean keeps his face carefully calm. “I don’t want to put you in a position where you feel uncomfortable. I can still ask Gabriel to watch her, it’s not too late -”

Dean snorts. “Dude, no, you can’t let Gabe watch your cat, you’d come back and she’d be…dyed pink, or something.” He brings out his brightest, most self-assured smile. “I promise you, Cas, we’ll be fine. I’ll take good care of her.”

“…I know you will, Dean. I trust you,” Cas says earnestly, beaming at him, and fuck if that doesn’tgive Dean a pathetic rush of warm pride and make his heart feel two sizes toobig for his ribcage. The smile slips from Cas’ face. “It’s just… I’ve never been away from her since Iadopted her. We’ve made so much progress, but she’s still so skittish. I just don’t want this to set us back.”

“I get it, Cas.” And honestly, Dean does. Well,maybe not the cat thing per-se, but the importance of building trust and fighting hard for every inch of progress? Yeah, he gets those parts. “But you’ve done a greatjob with her and she’s not going to forget that. She’ll be waiting for you whenyou come back.”

And so will I, Dean thinks before he can crush the thought, because now is definitely not the time to get caught up in all of his unspoken feelings for his best friend. However, it does make for a ridiculous, if somewhat depressing, mental image: him and the cat, both standing with their noses pressed to the window, waiting for Cas to return. At least the cat gets to go home with Cas in the end, lucky furball.

The warm smile Cas giveshim makes everything worth it. “Thank you, Dean. For everything. You’re thebest friend I could ever have.”

“Damn right I am,” Deanjokes. “Now get out of here and knock ‘em dead at your work thing, and don’t forget to get me one of those little souvenir keychains.”

Ten minutes and aridiculously drawn-out goodbye (to the cat) later, Cas gives him a parting wave as he pulls his car away from the curb. Dean returns it with only a hint oftrepidation, shuts the door, and takes a deep breath.

Back in the kitchen, he crouches down to peer inside the pet carrier.

“Well, Meg, looks likeit’s just you and me for a couple of days.”

Meg hisses.

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The next two days are an ordeal that Dean will eventually start referring to as his “stint in Hell”.

Okay, so the first three hours aren’t so bad. As soon as he opens the carrier, Meg shoots off under his bed andrefuses to come out. 

He tries to coax her out, kneeling beside thebed and peering underneath, wiggling his fingers and making all kinds of stupid noises, but she hisses and scoots away with her black fur all puffed up, sohe gives up after a while and decides to let her get adjusted at her own pace. He unpacks her toys, lugs thelitterbox into a corner of his bedroom where it’s overshadowed by his dresser, sets down a small bowl of water, and lets her be. He chases down his first dose of Benadryl with a swig from a beer and settles in on the couchto watch Dr. Sexy reruns.

After three hours, theyowling starts. And doesn’t stop.

He tries coaxing her outfrom under the bed again. He talks to her. He pushes cat treats under the bed.He meows back at her (the neighbors in the next apartment must think he’sbatshit crazy). He gives up on Cas’ set feeding schedule and tries to give hera bowl of cat food. He pushes her jingly balls and catnip mice towards her. Nothing works. Meg only stops yowling long enough to hiss at him, but there’s no way he’s calling Cas when he promised everything would be fine, so he plops down on the bedroom floor with his laptop, tries Googling some shit about cats, and sings quietly under his breath (he’s not sure if he’s trying to soothe her or drown her out, but it seems to help regardless). 

The yowling finally tapers off, and he’s not thinking about her for a few moments when he starts getting ready for bed… until she shoots out from underthe bed and attacks his feet as he’s toeing off his socks. His resulting high-pitched shriek startles themboth, and she scampers back under the bed like a bat - or a cat - out of Hell.

It happens again in themorning. Dean actually loses custody of a sock this time.

She comes out to eat somecat food, which Dean counts as a victory until he creeps close and tries to put furball medicineon her paw, and then it’s war. Meg retreats back under the bed and Deanretreats to the living room, sporting some impressive scratches.

An hour later, theyowling starts again.

Later, he’spleased to see that she’s found and used the litter box. He’s not so pleased tosee that there’s litter kicked everywhere around the box. He grabs thevacuum without really thinking about it, and the moment he turns it on, Meg shoots out from under the bed, claws her way up his windowcurtains in a panic, and promptly drags them all down on top of her.

He’s barely donere-hanging the curtains when he catches her sharpening her claws on the back ofhis leather sofa.

When he tries to administer her furball medicine that evening, she sees him coming, and leads him on a thirty-minute chase around his apartment.

That night, he takes arunning start and practically leaps into his bed from the doorway so she won’thave the chance to attack his feet.

She finds the jinglyballs around 1 a.m. Fuck his life.

The next morning, he takes a five-minute walk to check the mailbox for his apartment and comes back to a puddle of cat piss in his bed. 

It’s the finalcountdown, and Dean is napping on the couch before Cas gets back. God knows hedidn’t get a wink of sleep last night, because every time he’d start to doze off, thetell-tale jingle and skitter of a cat ball would jerk himawake.

Never again, he swears.Not even if Cas looks at him with those beseeching baby blues, not even if Casdrops the ‘best friend’ card again. Meg is a demon, and it’s very obvious that herand Dean should stay far, far away from each other.

That’s his line ofthinking as he dozes on the couch, straddling the muzzy line between sleep andwakefulness, forearm thrown over his eyes. He’s leaning towards the sleep side when anadded weight shifts one of the couch cushions, so he doesn’t notice. 

He does notice when tentative paws creep onto his stomach and press into his bladder.

He’s suddenly wide awake, not daringto move. Hell, he’s barely daring to breathe. One wrong move and she’s going toshred him, he’s sure of it. She’s crouching right next to his junk, and oh, god, he’s going to be de-manned by very sharp set of claws, she’s caught him in a moment of weakness and now he’sgoing to pay for it, he should have known better –

He waits, frozen, as Meg turns in a slow circle and settles on his stomach. Then very, very softly, a low purr starts. And it doesn’t stop. There’s no hissing, no sharp rending of razor-sharp claws. Little by little, Dean relaxes, onemuscle at a time, until the purring has evened out into asteady rhythm, and it’s actually kind of soothing. 

If this is what cats can be like, maybe they aren’t always so bad…

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Castiel is not worried. He’s not.

Except he actually is.

Although he wouldn’t be worried if Dean would actually answer his damn phone, but Castiel has called three times now and only gotten his voicemail, so it actually makes sense to be worried. Anything could have happened. Maybe Meg got out and ran away. Maybe Dean’s allergies became so severe that he had to go to the hospital. Maybe there was a gas leak. Maybe -

That’s why Castiel feels totally justified using his spare key to Dean’s apartment and letting himself in, even though he’s never actually used it before now.

As soon as he sees them on the couch, he lets out a sigh of relief. They’re fine. They’re sleeping. It’s…adorable, actually. Dean is sprawled on the couch, one leg hanging off the side, face peaceful and relaxed, and Meg is curled up in a pleasantly purring ball on his stomach, tail tucked around her body. Just looking at them makes his heart swell with affection - and more, there’s so much more, sometimes when Dean smiles or laughs or even just looks at him, he feels like he could burst with it.

Castiel creeps closer and stealthily takes a picture with his cell-phone. The click of the shutter effect makes Meg stir, ears perking up and head lifting sleepily, and he tucks his phone back in his pocket so he can reach down and scratch gently under her chin to soothe her. The purring magnifies, and apparently it doesn’t go unnoticed because Dean is stirring now too, green eyes blinking blearily in confusion. Before Castiel can actually think about what he’s doing, he reaches out and runs his other hand through Dean’s hair, sliding the strands between his fingers.

“Dude,” Dean mutters thickly, voice hoarse with sleep, “you pettin’ me?”

Castiel keeps his voice carefully calm, but doesn’t stop. “Is that okay?”

Head dropping back to the couch, Dean closes his eyes again. “Yup. Don’t ever stop.”

Castiel patiently cards his fingers through Dean’s hair, and after a few minutes, Dean sighs with sleepy contentment.

“’m glad you’re home, Cas.”

He smiles. “Me too.”

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