#didn't even realize i had a color scheme going but i dig it

[tunabesimpin]

Let's go to the beach beach! ... Ninki Minjaj

HI TUNAAAA!! Congrats on 800!! Keep up the good and honest hard work my g >:))

WHO: As for the event, Nemo will be coming in to make waves! She's gonna drag in poor Sebek with her as her plus one.

HOW: How did the jester convince Sebek? Let's just say that he didn't want to accompany her at first, but he realized the mayhem she might cause if it was Silver who supervised her instead. Better that it was him yelling at the top of his lungs over a sleepyhead letting her run loose.

Below are the silly fits I came up with for them ✨ the messy concept is all I got for now sobs

Feel free to adjust Sebek's if you wanna >:))

Here's the link for the more polished ver.

FAVE COLOR: Nemo obviously likes green, the most creative color of the rainbow! (not really).

WHAT: As for what she likes doing during summer, she loves to relax and just unwind in the sun! Thus, it's no-brainer what she's going to do at the party: sunbathing, but with a twist!

TWIST?: She's going to bury herself in the sand with only her head sticking out. The jester claims that this odd practice has therapeutic effects.

One would hope this isn't one of her silly tricks, but that's just wishful thinking...

Anyway, thank you for hosting this Tuna!! Do lmk if you need anything clarified or if I missed anything svdkdj Best of luck to you w/ this event!! 🙏

--- Nemo's schemes had already effected many of the beach goers, but to be fair those involved did have warning. The most popular of their attractions being their sand cakes, a gamble on whether you receive and actual cake or some beach sand. Even Tuna took chance on the idea, though their reasoning might have been a bit different.

Having picked a bucket for themself, Tuna began eating a lightbulb switching on as they remembered Nemo mentioning being buried in the sand. "Say, want to start a head garden with me?" It took a second for Nemo to understand, but a wicked smirk grew "I would ever be honored~" Tuna continued to crunch on their 'cake' as the two began to clean up and find a suitable spot. They used sticks to draw a border in the sand and make faux paths and used palm leaves to provide some shade. Once the base was done it was time to dig. Long flat beds were dug out and ready to be lied in, it quite a while, but they managed to get 3 done. Now it was time find their first customer and unfortunately for Sebek, he seemed to be the first to pass by.

Nemo and Tuna were quick to team up on him, Tuna holding him from behind and Nemo began leading the way. Nemo became the perfect spokesman "Please right this way dear customer! Our garden is perfect for relaxation and clearing the mind~ Surely you can only be at your best if your mind is at its best as well!" Sebek squirmed, digging his heels into the sand to no avail and he yelled "I WILL NOT! UNHAND ME!" It was no use, with both Nemo and Tuna combined, they managed to pin him tot he bed and began to bury him thoroughly. At some point Sebek gave up, deciding it wouldn't hurt to try and feel the 'therapeutic' process. However, once he saw Tuna and Nemo drawing silly notes he knew he was pranked, "WHO ARE YOU CALLING A FRUIT?!" ---

LOLOLOL Poor Sebek~ I seem to keep writing him getting the butt end of the stick XD AND AAAA first nemo interaction yey!!! (if its not im so sorry i have a horrible memory-) >V< It was so fun to doodle this out! The art you made was so cute too!!! AAAA I love the hat and sand buckets!!!! Thank you so much for participating !!! I hope you can enjoy this!!!

#tuna be talkin #nem0-nee #tunasseasidesq #twst fanevent #event request #twst #twisted wonderland #twst oc #twst tuna #twst sebek #nemo #i did infact listen to nimki mimaj while working on the writing LMAO

[cevans-is-classic]

Spring Flowers

The third installment of the flowers series I didn't mean to start 🤣

18+ only, please. Language, mentions of anxiety, and Chris being the sweetest.

My Masterlist and Chris list

Autumn Flowers - Winter Flowers - Summer Flowers - Autumn Vows

The chair squeaked when you propped your feet up on the patio table, head tipping back, a soft breeze making your hair brush off your forehead. Chris lifted a brow when you lifted your bottle of water. “No help at all?” He moved further down the row, digging the trowel into the dirt. 

You hummed, “It’s my day off.” 

Chris throws a hand full of soil at you, making you sputter with indignations nearly toppling your chair backwards to wipe the dirt off, “How dare you!.” 

He was laughing hard enough to shake his body, his thighs burning where he leans back, hand coming up to his chest. You huffed, grumbling under your breath about germs and new pairs of leggings, making Chris laughed even harder. 

“Oh ha ha, Evans, you’re hilarious.” You’d sat back down, still wiping your hands down your chest, over your shoulder, checking that your hair was free of the mess. 

He grinned with his teeth. “You’re the one who loves me.” 

The water bottle hit his shoulder before he realized you’d throw it at him, the cap off letting water spill over his arms and chest, “Oh come on!” 

He chased you around the yard, grabbing at you when he got close enough and evading your elbows as you wiggled free to run towards the sliding door. Oh no, you weren’t getting away that easily. He jumped over the pots of flowers, leaping over the chair you’d pulled behind you and caught you around the waist. 

You yelped when he lifted you into the air, spinning you around and around until you were shoving at his shoulders and laughing his name out. Chris kept going, lifting you higher, your legs coming up to wrap around his middle, your head shaking with laughing shouts, “Okay! Okay, you win!”

Your hands were around his neck when he lowered you back down to your feet, his arms still wrapped around your waist. He grinned into the kiss you pressed onto his lips, your own smile causing your teeth to clash together. It was a messy, horrible kiss; he loved it. 

“Finish your garden.” You pulled back, “I’m going to start lunch - oh wait, shit no I have to go to the store.” 

Chris frowned. “I thought you were going to make the chicken you bought the other day?” He brushed his lips over your forehead, you hummed; arms tightening around his neck to pull him closer. 

He ducked his head to kiss you again, savoring the warmth between you two, the easiness that loosened his shoulders and had him melting into your arms. When you patted his shoulder, stepping back with a rueful smile, he ducked his head onto your collar, “I started craving something with broccoli. It’ll be new to try to make.” 

“You know, when we first met you swore you never cooked.” 

Another quick peck before you headed towards the house again. “I want me man well fed, Lad?” He shook his head at you.

-

He had the rows he wanted to get done today finished. He’d showered, changed clothes and taken Dodger for a walk by the time you’d returned from the store. The door closing with a slam that had you shouting an apology. Chris finished typing up the email he’d started, checking it over before he closed the laptop and looked up as you came in. 

You held a bouquet in your hands. 

“Sweetheart.” It was beautiful, bright, the pinks and blues accented by yellow daises and green poms he rubbed his thumb over. 

You lifted it up to let him breathe in the floral scent. “I know I got one last week, but I saw the daisies in the window of Carol Ann’s and had to bring them home. I figured they’d make do until your own grow big and strong.” 

Chris took the vase from you, placing a kiss on your hairline. “I love them.” He sat them down the table from the original ones. The color schemes played well together, one blue and pink and the other soft yellow and white. He wondered if he should move them to the living room, sit them on the coffee table for other to see when they came over. 

“Oh! I got a call from my publisher.” Your voice sounded further away and Chris followed it toward the hallway where you’d left the groceries. Dodger was nosing into a bag. You scratched his head, bending down to kiss between his ears, grabbing two of the bag, and motioning for Chris to help with the others.

“About what? Don’t you have another few months before your bit is due?” The frozen food was put away first, then the ones that went in the fridge and Chris helped you shift the contents of the cabinet around to check for outdated items. 

“Its is, but he wanted to talk about me doing an interview for Writer’s digest.” He stopped with a box of macaroni in his hand, turning to watch you clean off a bushel of broccoli. 

“Writer’s Digest! Baby, that’s amazing!” You were blushing, ducking your head down as you turned the water off. He knew you were trying to play it down. If you’d wanted it to be a big deal, you would have told him over a mini celebration. Chris knew the hold of your shoulders though, knew you were nervous about the news. 

He wrapped his arms around you from behind, places a kiss on your shoulder and holding you against his chest, “Baby,” You nodded to let him know you were listening, “I’m proud of you.” 

A squeak had him shaking his head at you. You’d covered your face with your hands, turning around to hide your face in his chest. Chris chuckled, lifting a hand to cradle the back of your head and sway the two of you back and forth. 

He was proud of you — knew you’d worked hard at getting to where you are now with your journalism and when you’d published your first book last year, he’d been the first one to buy a copy. 

“I could have given you one.” You’d said when he asked you to sign it. 

He’d wiggled the book until you grabbed it, flipping the cover open and signing the dedications page. “What kind of boyfriend would I be if I had you just giving me stuff?” 

A sarcastic tone slipped into your words, “Yourself.” 

You had a point then. Even if it’s small, you gave Chris something. You’d bring home little trinkets, patriots merch you knew he didn’t have, or a book you thought he’d like. If it wasn’t flowers, then it was chocolate he wouldn’t buy himself or a gift for Dodger that had him playing catch with his best buddy for hours. When Chris was away or you were using your office space to write, you brought him origami hearts, boxes, cranes, and once an entire bouquet that gave you more paper cuts than you've ever had before (your words.) 

God, how did he get this lucky?

He loved you so much. 

His mind started firing off an idea that blossomed his love for you in his chest. 

“Come on, let’s get lunch started and then we can watch Netflix.” You pushed him back with renewed vigor and turned back to the food. 

-

They made the interview for the end of April and the closer it got the more you panicked. Chris had seen you at your worst, sick, stressed and feeling like the sky was weighing on your shoulder, but seeing you pacing up the hallways with your headphones in at odd hours of the night — it kept his own nerves in check. He had to make sure you were okay. He had to be the one to take the reins and hold your hand when you needed it. 

He knew what would help when the day came and he’d been preparing for the last two weeks. On the day you’d went for a jog with Dodger, kissing Chris goodbye that morning and taking off with a nervous smile. 

His mom came over as soon as you left, her car packed tight and a bounce in her step. “Lets do this.” She called out. 

Heres to hoping it does what he hopes it will. 

He crossed his fingers that you kept your jog routine the same. The run is interspersed with walks that cleared your mind. Chris knew you’d take Dodger to your favorite trail to walk along the lake. The breeze would keep you calm and grounded even with nerves piercing your stomach. He counted on you following the path from start to finish, then taking your time before coming home to let Dodger rest and grab a protein shake. 

By the time you’d texted asking him if he wanted anything before you headed home, Chris felt thankful that his Mom came over to help. Between the two of them, he had the living room just right and set out your favorite snack to keep you relaxed during the interview. 

He hugged his Mom goodbye when he knew you were ten minutes out. 

“I’m happy you found them.” His mom kissed his cheek, patting his shoulder as she got into her car and buckled up. He jogged back to the house when she drove away and took his place at the kitchen island, tea steaming in your favorite mug and his phone out — he had to play it cool.

Time to put all those acting skills to use. 

The door opened and closed, your called out for him and Dodger trotted into the kitchen — and Chris felt his stomach coil tight and he knew he was going to give everything away if you walked into the kitchen.

This was a bad idea. Chris couldn’t keep a surprise from you no matter how hard he tried. 

“Hey do you remember where I put my laptop? It’s not in the-” You stopped talking and Chris’s shoulders stiffened. Here goes nothing. 

When he walked into the living room, you were standing in the middle of the room, your hands covering your mouth and tears steaming down your face. Chris stood behind you watched you walk towards the flowers he had on every available surface. Purple orchids and snap dragons sat in front of the television, yellow tulips and pink pansies sat on both sides of the couch. You touched the petal of white and pink Lily of the Valley that lined the back wall. When you moved back to the couch, you reached out to grip your red plaid blanket he’d draped over the back of the couch. He heard the choked sob you let out when he you saw he’d replaced the regular throw pillows with your Halloween ones. 

He knew you found comfort in soft items, that you had to have something in your hands when you were nervous and he made sure that a few fidget toys were close at hand. You laughed a shaky laugh at the freshly baked chocolate chip cookies on the coffee table and your Iron Man tumbler filled with your juice. 

He cleared his throat when you sat down on the couch. 

You were crying, a smile brightening your face. You opened your arm towards him and Chris crossed the length of the room, dropping to his knee to fall into the circle of your arms. 

“Oh, Sweet boy.” You nuzzled your face in his neck. “Thank you. No, that doesn’t convey how much this means to me. Nothing could express how much I adore this and you.” 

He didn’t even need to explain what it was for. You knew he’d made this up to help ease you for the interview, to keep you calm when you’d been nothing but nerves all month. Chris moved to sit on the couch and pull you onto his lap. 

“You do so much for me.” He kissed your nose, “This is the least I can do.” 

You tucked his hair behind his ear, flattened the cowlick at the crown of his head and kissed the space between his brows, “Fucking sap.” 

Chris laughed.

Someone knocked at the door and you stiffened, “Come on,” He lifted you up, easing you down until your feet touched the rug, “Let's show off how good of a writer you are and how good of a trophy boyfriend I am.” 

“The best.” You grabbed his hand and walked to the door.

@xoxoloverb @bolontiku @stephv213

I should be asleep for my interview tomorrow but nope I'm writing this

#chris evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans x you #chris evans fluff #chris evans fanfiction

[formulakay]

cara my beloved @sunshine-ricciardo​ tagged me to do this picrew!! of course i had to steal her idea and make two:

Kay number one is busy working 9-5, writing at the coffee shop down the street in her free time, while Kay number two literally just wants to go to a bar where they play too-loud music and consume a too-sweet, too-expensive, too-weak alcoholic beverage.

not sure who all has done this yet so i'll tag @p1tstop, @blesshimvettel, @racinglesbian, @ricciiardo, and @lattemorgan

#i am DESPERATE to go out i am rattling the locked door of my enclosure screaming to be let loose on the town for One Night #didn't even realize i had a color scheme going but i dig it #anyways!! #this is pretty close to a face reveal honestly #c'est moi #tagged in #about #thank you cara!

[hookahmancer]

Coldsteel: Hot and Cold Part 3

Sonic, Tails, Amy, and Knuckles are playing Mario Party as Amy gets salty saying everyone is targeting her because she's a girl. Sonic is winning and mutters "it's not cause you're A girl, it's cause you're low hanging fruit."

"What are you calling me ugly? Like I'm some rotted apple?"

A familiar crass voice says behind her "he's saying your weak"

Everyone looks and it's Shadow with his arms crossed exacerbated at their activities. Sonic jumps "What are YOU doing here Shadow? You come to fight?!"

"Unlike you, I don't waste my time with low skilled welps. You wouldn't be ready for a REAL danger with all this leisure activity."

Knuckles tells him to chill out and that he should play. Maybe pick Boo the ghost since he's all dark and brooding.

"I just came here to warn you about Coldsteel. He's up to something, I just don't know what." Sonic sits back down and grabs his controller.

"Oh is that all? That guy is even less of a threat than Eggmud..."

Tails interjects while playing still that Coldsteel is a cunning and ruthless guy, and his heart of gold only makes him more of a threat because he has passion and a motive behind his actions making him a superior villain. Sonic just mutters "are you still on that fanboy crap?"

Knuckles coughs and waves his hand. "Shadow put out that minty cigar or whatever you're smoking! It reaks! Shadow?"

Shadow isn't there and the smoke gets thicker where no-one can see what's in front of them. A hedgehog like figure emerges and grabs Amy who screams as the others realize they can't move or speak.

Unbeknownst to the others, her captor is Coldsteel. Who in her paralyzed state he ties to a chair.

"Nothing person-el kiddo. The paralysis should wear off soon... I just didn't want those losers getting in my way."

"What's this all about Coldsteel? Sonic is gonna destroy you when he finds me! Even a DNA test wouldn't be able to recognize you!"

"Oh wow it's already wearing off, that was fast..."

"That's right. I'm A strong, independent woman with an even stronger immune system!"

"Well, this ain't A controlled substance girly... I'll keep ya paralyzed as long as I have too to get what I want."

Amy blushes but pretends to oppose

"Wha...what?! Are you going to have your way with me?! But I'm Sonic's girl! I will scream until your ears bleed as you...ravage me like some sorta primitive Neanderthal!"

"...what?"

"I know a petite, sophisticated, WAY OUT OF YOUR LEAGUE girl like me must be irresistible to your savage instincts but when Sonic finds out you won't be going to normal bad guy jail. You'll be going to hardcore bad guy jail where like, subreddit mods go!"

"Nothing person-el kid, but no. I'm just gonna keep you here until the Stockholm syndrome kicks in."

"Oh...so I'm not good enough for you is that it?! You think I'm ugly too?! Well look at you, Barney the dinosaur looking ass mother fucker!"

Coldsteel has an annoyed bored look on his face and inhales his vape, breathing it over Amy's face to paralyze her again.

Meanwhile when the others come too Sonic goes running around looking for Amy before Knuckles and Tails can even say anything. Knuckles and Tails get in Tail's airplane to scout the skies for Sonic and see the blue blur heading toward Dr. Eggman's lair who is bossing around his robots to adjust this giant golden statue of him while he drinks lemonade and says "no no, over there! Stupid robots..." Sonic tackles Eggman and starts wailing on Eggman.

"Where is she?!" "What are you blathering about hedgehog?!" Sonic continues to pummel Eggman as Tails and Knuckles yell at Sonic to stop from afar. As Tails lands, Knuckles jumps out and pulls Sonic off of a crying and battered Eggman.

"Stop going Christian Bale on him Sonic, we know this had to be Coldsteel's doing!"

"Don't you think I know that?! But Eggturd here is the one pulling the strings!"

A tear of pain rolls down Eggman's swollen black eye as he turns to his side whimpering and pees himself.

"I somehow doubt that..."

As this goes on. Coldsteel is just sitting there glaring at Amy. Amy can talk again and snide remarks "you know... Kidnapping is a pretty serious crime! Those real super villains are just gonna love your Lilac color tone!"

"Well good thing you're not a kid huh?"

"I...you call everyone a...SONIIIIICCCCC"

He gets up furiously "What do you see in that dumb ass anyway?! I'm way cooler than he is!"

"Is that what this is about? Jealously?" "Kinda"

"People like Sonic because he's a kind, caring hedgehog who shows mercy even to those who don't deserve it."

Sonic is punching Eggman again "I know you did it! I know you did it!" Tails crying like the Simpson's meme "stop STOP! HE'S ALREADY DEAD!!!"

"He's also smart. He's like a Sherlock Holmes who can get to the bottom of an unsolvable mystery and have the answers to everything!"

Sonic puts down Eggman and says "Shadow!" Knuckles just mutters "Why would Shadow have warned us about Coldsteel if it was him?"

"And most of all he is selfless! He puts others before his own well being, especially his friends!"

Sonic shrugs and says "Enh, I never liked Amy much anyway..."

Amy glares into Coldsteel's eyes

"YOU are a petty little man who bullies everyone to get your way! You have no friends, and you suck as a villain! You're like..."

"What? Like Eggman?"

"Like Kevin..."

Dramatic music plays and lightning strikes. And Amy whispers

"Nothing person-el kid..." Coldsteel slaps her hard enough where she falls over still tied to the chair.

"Harder daddy!"

"What the fuck is wrong with this girl?"

The heroes are back home playing Mario Party without Amy and Tails sighs.

"It's not the same without Amy..." Sonic bored too responds

"You're right Tails. We need that fourth player... Your thumbs still work right Egghead?"

Sonic poking Eggman's nose with the controller while Eggman is in a full body cast muffling "I hate that hedgehog..."

Coldsteel sets Amy back up and she's still sassing

"Why do you even like me?!"

"I'm asking myself the same question..."

"You don't even know my name!"

"Yeah I do! It's, uhh..."

"You don't even know my name..."

"Sure I do! It's... Daisy?"

"No."

"Annie. Little Annie!" Coldsteel starts singing it's a hard knock life.

"I hate you."

The protagonists still playing and they just lay Eggman's controller on his chest, Knuckles says "maybe we should try harder to find Amy..."

Sonic tapping ferociously "She's fine..."

Coldsteel is in a scary clown mask revving up a chainsaw to her face "LOVE ME YA STUPID CUNT!"

"Learn my name ya stupid garbage person!"

Tails eating some chips "Amy could be in real danger..."

They're boxing and Amy knocks Coldsteel down in one blow reinacting Mohammad Ali's fight "WHAT'S MY NAME?!"

Knuckles goes to take a sip of soda, but stops before it reaches his lips when Shadow says "are you guys just gonna sit around and let this happen?"

Amy is singing Karaoke of Eminem "HI my name is, huh? My name is, who? My name is dikki dikki..." She puts the Mic up to Coldsteel's mouth

"Uhh... Tammy?" She pokes him in the eye with the Mic.

Shadow scolding these bunch of lollygaggers "Coldsteel is doing God knows what to your friend and you guys are just sitting around playing video games!"

Eggman is screaming under his bandages struggling and Shadow strips the mouth part so he can talk. "You fools do not have the faintest idea how serious this whole situation is! What those two are doing together is worse than any evil scheme I could come up with!"

Knuckles snorts "What? Some kind of fetish fanfic?"

"Worse echidna. CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT..."

"Arby. Omg your parents named you Arby's?! I love Arby's! We should get Arby's!"

Amy hits him in the face with her hammer.

"Oh my GOD how can you obsess over me when you won't even learn my name?! You're insufferable! How could anyone stand someone who is an obsessed little worm in a completely one-sided infatuation and tics all the cringe tropes of a gendered stereotype?! I...oh...oh no. I'm everything I hate..."

"Arby's? But the twisty fries..."

"NO NOT ARBY'S YOU MOUTH BREATHER."

Coldsteel's hiding place rumbles as Eggman's grounder robot drills from the bottom and Eggman, Sonic, Tails, and Knuckles jump out.

"Oh cool. Grindr! I remember you from the old animated..."

Eggman yells "Its grounder!"

The grounder robot says "naw naw, he's right... My date is just a block from here. Seeya boss." Grounder digs back down.

Sonic goes up to Amy "it's ok now Amy...you're safe."

"Don't touch me!" "What's gotten into you?!"

Eggman mutters "Coldsteel probably..." Tails, Knuckle, and Coldsteel do the black guys rap battle meme

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=TFdvfrWS7XQ

"What's gotten into me?! I have wasted too many nights pining over an ungrateful, selfish, egotistical toxic masculine man whom barely even notices I exist!"

"Why are we here again? Oh hey Amy..."

Coldsteel walks up and puts his arm around Amy sneering at Sonic

"Heh...nothing person-el kid!"

"And YOU... You are a reminder of why self care and confidence are so important! Did you honestly think if you just kept me here long enough I'd fall in love with you? You still don't know my name! You're like those dudes who send money to egirls but tell your friends you have a girlfriend!"

Eggman yells BETAAAA in the back like Jesse Lee

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=VRq4I1a1iVw

"I'm done with all hedgehogs. I don't wanna see any of you ever again. ESPECIALLY you Sonic!"

Amy just walks out. And Sonic says "geez what a bitch"

Coldsteel remarks "I hate to see her go, but I love to watch her leave..." Knuckles and and Eggman fist bump Coldsteel.

Everyone just decides to go home and Tails walking by Sonic

"So wait...does this mean Coldsteel never had any feelings for me?"

Eggman walks pass Tails "BETAAAA"

#sonicthehodgeheg #fanfic #sonic fan character

[jamkookies]

° Bon Voyage °

• Part III •

Peek-A-Boo!

~

There are seven pairs of eyes watching you expectantly and you don't know where to look. This is definitely not what you had been thinking when Tae told you about having to pick a room.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" Namjoon says as a matter of fact.

"Why? Should I be somewhere else?"

"Y/N, how many times do we have to explain? " Jin interferes. "You are supposed to go outside and wait for us to hide in our rooms. Then you can come in and choose your own."

You deadpan.

"I'm honestly suffering from jet - lag and I'm so tired and I really wanna get this over with, " you say in a seemingly careless way, but the truth is you are internally panicking. The possibility of you sharing a room with Jungkook had you feeling on edge.

You didn't understand what the hell was wrong with you. This wasn't the first time you had to be close to him or to any other member. Living with them for five years sure had it's own effect.

Then what exactly had changed?

Why did you keep looking at him in another light? Why did you feel your stomach sink every time you threw a glance his way?

And look, you didn't even need to specify who him was, because there was no other to begin with. Just him.

You shake your head, trying to shake off the thoughts too.

This wasn't the time. You had to stick to your plan. Act unbothered, be unbothered.

"Look, hyung. She's scheming." Taehyung observed you like you were a wild animal.

You took this in your own advantage.

" I am so gonna get that single room. Just watch," you said with a false sense of self-confidence.

You stomp off the room and get out into the hallway.

You wait until one of the staff members opens the door again and lets you in.

You carefully step inside, making your feet light on the floor so as not to give away your location.

You pace in the living room and then you think of something. You stomp your feet hard on the floor and wait for any other sound coming from upstairs.

Nothing.

Then your ears catch a romping on the corner of the ceiling.

So, that room was already overcrowded then.

You take the stairs and head for the opposite way.

There was no guarantee that it would be empty, considering that there were a lot of members, but at this point you didn't care anymore. You tentatively pull down the handle and peek inside .

Only a glimpse of white sheets greets you. You swing the door completely open and almost cry out of joy.

It's empty.

You had gotten the single room.

You raise your arms in victory and jump right into the single bed , savoring the comfortable feeling of the smooth sheets.

"Ahhh, finally - "

"Peek-a-boo!"

" AAAAAAAGHH!"

You scream at the top of your lungs and fall to the floor with a thump, when you see Jungkook's head peeking from under the bed.

The impact rattles your teeth and you groan in pain.

"What are you doing over there?"

Jungkook pulls off a cocky smile.

"Pranking you, of course. Did you really think you were gonna get a whole room to yourself?"

"I was hoping to."

"Nope, you're stuck with me."

"Come here , you little rascal! " You say through clenched teeth and make an attempt at catching him.

He easily avoids you and swerves to the side. You then start to chase him around the room like a five year-old, but was the boy fast...

When you somehow catch hold of him, you put him in a headlock and are about to smack him upside the head, when the rest of the boys come storming into the room.

"What are you doing?" Asks Yoongi. "We heard screaming."

"What does it look like I'm doing? Beating this kid's ass for almost giving me a heart attack, of course."

"Hey, watch the formalities. I'm older than you," Jungkook protests, head still under your arm.

Jin looks at the nearest camera." Could you please cut this part? We don't want the show to be age - restricted because of her cussing."

You stick your tongue at him and then proceed to make a face at the camera.

Jungkook takes his chance and tickles you on your side.

You release him almost immediately, writhing uncontrollably. You were really ticklish, and at the slightest threat you were always ready to throw hands.

Zero tolerance on that.

Still, you manage to kick him behind the knees, making his legs give out.

"How's the ground, loser?"

He looks at you through his see - through bangs and gives you a mischievous smile.

You notice Hoseok pinching the bridge of his nose and then start laughing yourself.

* * *

You are sitting on the couch along with the boys, waiting for instructions from the staff. Even though this was a time for you to enjoy your holidays and get your mind off of the stress, concerts, and everything else, games and missions weren't something you could get rid of.

" You are all going to try to make dinner for tonight. Each one of you is assigned a special dish, and you are to cook it with the ingredients given to you. The one with the best dish wins 200 dollars to spend on shopping."

Everyone lets out cheers of joy at the mention of money.

You were all rich as hell, but you still got excited even at the mention of so much as a coupon. It was your own way of appreciating little things.

The staff member offers you a basket full of tiny globes, each containing a rolled up paper.

He puts the basket in the middle of the circle were you are all sitting on the floor and gestures for you to proceed.

Taehyung fishes one out and opens it carefully, retrieving the roll of paper inside. He's kinda nervous because he doesn't have much experience with cooking, but you all give him reassuring smiles, nudging him to go on.

The paper reads ' Pasta '.

"You're saved, Taehyungie. That's an easy thing to make," Jimin says.

He sighs, relieved and smiles widely.

Next is Jin, who goes for the globe without hesitation.

Kimbap.

Jimin. Salad.

Jungkook. Steak.

Namjoon. Soup. You snorted when hearing that.

Hoseok. Milk-shakes.

Yoongi. Tteok-bokki.

It was your turn now.You open the paper with shaky hands and read it.

Pancakes.

Yes !

That was one of the only things you knew how to make.

Namjoon looked at you with puppy eyes.

"Would you want to switch?"

You act like you're touched by his display of cuteness then pull off the most serious face.

"No."

You jump around in excitement, showing your piece of paper to the other members with the most exagerated moves.

Jin joins you and you start making silly dance moves together.

* * *

Everyone is busy trying to make their own dish and you're no less invested.

There's a hell of a mess in front of you - flour, milk and eggs. Your hair is smeared white even though you had tied it in a bun on the back of your head.

It was fairly short and there were multiple strands escaping from it, but it didn't bother you that much.

At least the apron was doing a good job of shielding your clothes.

You take a look at the others who are concentrated on their tasks. The only sounds in the room are those of knives, spoons and the occasional sizzling of oil.

Then, out of nowhere Jin's voice is heard.

"Hey guys, can you turn off the AC? I'm a little chilli," he says, while holding an actual chili pepper and then laughs like a windshield wiper.

Everyone is trying to hold their laughter, except for Yoongi who actually looks displeased.

"Please stop. It's making me angry."

Jin ignores him and grabs two eggs from the counter.

"You know why eggs don't tell jokes?" He continues. " Because they'd crack each other up!"

You can't hold it in anymore. You double over with laughter, holding your aching stomach. Everyone else is having the time of their lives because of Jin's antics.

Still giggling, you move around the kitchen trying to find other ingredients and bump into Jungkook along the way.

He kicks you lightly in the shin. You kick him back. You both have your hands occupied - him holding a bowl filled with water and you a pack of flour, so you start a kicking competition.

"Hey, quit it you two!" Yoongi yells over the noise of frying food.

Just to spite him, you pour flour all over Jungkook's head. He is outraged and gets back at you splashing you in the face with the water.

You gasp, the coldness seeping into your clothes and making you shiver.

You are soaking wet and you're making a mess out of the water dripping from your face onto the floor.

He's gonna pay for this.

You're about to grab something to hit him with, when Yoongi grabs both of your shirts an pushes you apart.

"What is it with you two today?"

"He started it," you complain.

Yoongi glares at you one last time and lets you go.

You were beyond pissed off but you couldn't deny that it was entertaining to joke around like this.

You both found yourself grinning at each other.

* * *

Dinner was ready.

You had to admit, it looked quite inviting, several dishes with different colors that let out a delicious scent.

You couldn't wait to dig in and the only thing stopping you was the fact that the staff had to try it first in order to decide who the winner was.

You didn't really care about the money.

Shopping wasn't really your thing and even if you won ( which was unlikely to happen), you would probably give it to Hoseok or something. What you did care about was winning.

After the man had a taste out of everything, he prepared to give the final verdict.

The others started making drum sound effects.

You rolled your eyes.

They just had to make everything look as dramatic as possible.

The staff member didn't hesitate.

"The winner is....Jin."

You all groan out of annoyance while Jin gets up from his seat and blows a kiss at the camera.

You didn't stand a chance, anyway.

Who were you to compete with Jin, the Mighty Cook ?

Curse him and his delicious kimbap.

So you dig in, trying everything that was laid out in front of you.

From the corner of your eye you notice Taehyung stuffing enormous amounts of food in his mouth and you smile.

You didn't know why you had started to get so nostalgic lately, but you couldn't help it.

These random moments were the ones that made you realize there wasn't anywhere in the world that you wanted to be , except here, with your family.

* * *

"Let me get this straight. You expect us to fit into that?" You said pointing at the single bed in front of you.

It hadn't really dawned upon you that there was only one single bed on display. And two of you.

At least the others had where to sleep.

Yoongi and Taehyung had gotten the king-sized bed, Namjoon also the same but all to himself, while Jimin, Jin and Hoseok had been assigned on the room consisting of three single beds.

Jungkook scratches the back of his neck.

"You sleep with your head at the front of the bed, while I sleep with mine at the end."

"You mean so we can sleep while hugging each other's legs?"

"You said it, not me."

Despite all of the pent up frustration, you start laughing.

Once you start, it's impossible to stop.

Your sides start to ache and you almost choke on your spit.

Jungkook stares at you, confusion all over his face.

"What?"

"It's just that," you say, still not being able to produce words correctly, " It's weird how they make us go through all of this, and for what? Just so we can film a reality show."

You shake your head, still smiling.

"Yeah, it is kinda weird now that you mention it," Jungkook says.

He goes for the suitcase on the ground and takes out his pyjamas.

"I'm gonna go change in another room," he says. "You can have the room to yourself."

You nod and go for your own pyjamas.

After he's left, you start slipping out of your clothes.

You'd decided to take an RJ pyjama set with you. The tiny characters were so cute and you really didn't care about looking decent even on your sleep.

Then, you hear a knock on the door.

"Come in" , you say and what greets you is Jungkook wearing his own Cooky pajama set. His black hair and pink clothes makes him look conflicting and you can't help but snort.

"Very funny" ,he mocks you.

He takes his own pillow and puts it at the end of the bed. You take your own and set it at the front.

You both lay down, keeping a respectable distance from each other.

"I can't believe I'm gonna have to hear you snoring all night," you say, eyes on the ceiling.

"I don't snore."

"Yes you do."

"Am not."

"Are to."

"Am no - Ow!"

You pinch his leg.

"Hyung, don't make me beat you again."

His body shakes when he laughs, and he claps his hands together. You turn on your side and are greeted with the sight of his toes right in front of your face.

"Hyung?"

"Yeah?"

"Your feet smell."

"I showered half an hour ago. It must be your nose."

You kick him and he laughs again.

"Y/N?"

"If you're gonna tell me my feet smell, I'll shove you out of the bed."

"I was just gonna say good night."

"Oh. Good night, then."

You take a deep breath through your nose and try to fall asleep, the hint of a smile still on your lips.

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[bibiana112]

10, 19, and 25 for the ask game

10. Any phobias? BEES like for sure the only thing that I'd say gets close to being that scary to me would be them, also wasps, because the buzzing absolutely drives me mad. My hands tense and I dig my nails into shit when I'm distressed which is hardly noteworthy since it hardly happens but one time a bee came in while I was having lunch with my family and I was so tense I latched onto my mom and her arm had scratch marks at the end and I never lived that down they still make of me for being a literal scared kitty

19. Favorite music genre? That's a tricky one you see cause I only find music through hyperfixation osmosis, it's been that way forever and I'm not well versed in music in general, it'd be easier to list the few ones I will absolutely under no circumstances vibe with, but if I had to pick even with my barebones understanding of musical genres I'd say heavy metal honestly? I've gone out of my way to find metal versions of songs before, twewy songs, the witch's house ost tracks, bunch of stuff that I already adore the original version of, I don't know how I came across it but there's even a Taylor swift song I really like as long as it's the metal version this one dude did so like yeah

25. Favorite flower? STRELITZIAS FOR SURE, DUDE I ALREADY SAID I'M PREDICTABLE AKSJSK but like seriously, even taking kh strelitzia out of the question I remember being so enchanted when I first looked those up for reference, I love love love orange and navy blue contrast like that's always been my go-to color scheme and the petals?? Are sharp?? Okay not sharp sharp but they're POINTY it's such a shape for a flower I love it and I love seeing it around the neighborhood because when I started paying attention to flower stuff I quickly realized it's a super popular decorative flower here, so like they're not artificial but my place didn't have them in the garden for example it was by the gate and where I got my flu shot had some wilted and they turn burgundy and look like a torn dress and bird of paradise is another name for it and I think it sounds really cool and that's okay I like this flower a normal amount lol

#thanks! this was fun even if it took me awhile #a tag for asks

[96thdayofrage]

Project much, Abigail? A sledgehammer though?! Lord, talk about petty!

One more time for the willfully obtuse, Kobe was a whoremonger, not a rapist. The sex he had with that admitted lying chambermaid was as consensual as the sex she had enjoyed that same night with those other johns, er, uh, visitors who had plastered her with their DNA. There is a difference. The woman's past is not magically elevated back to beatified virginity because the richest john she fecklessly failed to roll in life is now dead. She'll forever be known as the trick who played herself trying to rape a baller's wallet. If the #MeTooWitchHunters will stop bringing this trash up, Black women like me who actually followed this case, won't have to constantly hurt your feelings, telling you the ugly butt-naked truth about what really happened.

That greedy, gold digging, home wrecking, lying 19 year old hotel chambermaid wasn't a victim then, and still isn't one today. She knew that Kobe was a married father of a daughter when she willingly entered his hotel suite for the purpose of sex. She should have discreetly collected her $100 and cab fare home, and quietly called it a productive night. Instead, her cronies told her she had struck gold and foolishly encouraged her to keep digging. After all, she was white, and he is the evil, rapacious, wanton Naker who coveted the white man's pedestal propped prize. That was a fortune just waiting for her just for playing the white female fragility game. And, for a while, the media made sure that gimmick worked until the rape kit was tested. Suddenly there was media silence. Worst, the skank's lawyer wisely encouraged her to accept his legal team's first offer, just so he could get paid and get on with his own life before his career died. Face it, with all the sticking and moving the chambermaid had enjoyed with so many partners that magical evening, all the damage she was blaming on Kobe could have come from any of the johns who had banged her around that night. Worse, Kobe's lawyer was prepared to take the case to court and subpoena all the providers of the DNA found in her panties from that rape kit. So, she took her settlement for services rendered and disappeared. Kobe paid all the legal fees, court costs, and the best jeweler on the face of the wretched earth to provide the lovely wife on whom he cheated with enough incentive to take him back, giving birth to the ritual known today as the apology ring.

So, Abigail can have several seats and some overdue quiet time. That she felt the need to weigh in on the sexual habits of a Black man whose career and fame she obviously did not follow is a mystery that will label her a racist when she finally dies. She didn't know Kobe or the chambermaid, for that matter. She wasn't concerned about any pursuit of justice or defense of the victim. So her unsolicited opinion was not only unwarranted but slanderous and defamatory. Abigail needs to realize that eight other people died with Kobe, including his own 13 year old daughter and two of her young frieds. These people and their loved ones don't deserve to have their grieving tainted with Abigail Disney's unjustifiable, unconscionable bigotry and animosity for one Black man she did not know, yet inexplicably held in nothing but vindictive contempt and scorn. And for what!!? Did Kobe ever touch her inappropriately or say something off color about her? Who asked her to bring her sledgehammer? Why did she need to say anything? She should have kept her mouth shut.

I know the #YouTooWitchHunters want everyone to hate and scorn even the falsely accused, exonerated Black man while demanding we support and, over a butt-load of incontrovertible evidence and witness testimonies, blindly believe the "victims." After all, most of these butt-hurt and marginalized marauders on their mission from the goddess Gia are themselves legitimate victims of real fiends who never saw the light of day in court. While I empathize with their legitimate rage, and earnestly support them in their pursuit of real overdue justice, I am never going to accept the accusations of every plaintiff as the Gospel truth without any scrutiny of their claim. After all, it's not as if America hasn't buried millions of dead Black men on little more than the lies of some white woman caught with her dress up and her panties falling off her left ankle.

Sometimes, folks, we've just got to admit game when we see women playing way too much, call that bogus crap out for exactly what it is, and hard check each other out of nothing but love and concern for potential victims about to be hurt and damaged, and the men we are compromising. The truth is that many of these believed "victims" are only victims of their own pride, arrogance, covetousness, avarice, stupidity, and these trifling ill-advised, fecklessly executed, abysmally failed schemes to get over and grab a bag. These 'victims' stay mad at some man, always wallowing in that cesspool of humiliation where they played themselves so outrageously in public with everyone watching. Regretting the consequences of your own foolery in NO WISE changes the truth or the circumstances of the idiocy that preceded your clumsy tumble into ignoble disgrace. Face it, the only residuals of indiscriminate sex with just any and every trick with an ulterior motive are still a shameful trifling reputation, venereal disease, and/or unwanted pregnancies, replete with debilitating heartache and acute emotional distress. Eventually, life comes for us all, making our judgment the consequences of our decisions. But, tell Abigail that this too, in time and with grace, mercy and professional help, shall pass. It's a life lesson that should never be allowed to become a life sentence.