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lazycats-stuff · 2 months

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U know those adorable videos where big brothers are the most gentle and just keep picking up and kissing their baby sibling no matter if the baby was sleeping or not? I imagine babybatbro (triple B lol) will be napping next to Bruce in bed and then which ever batbro will come in and steal the baby with no explanation hehe, I'd like to see something like that with all 4 batbros please

Awww... My heart, my cold heart is melting slowly but surely... So much fluff...

Summary: (Y/N) loves to nap, but everyone keeps picking him up.

Warnings: fluff, so much fluff, minor cursing,

Babies are wonderful little creatures. So cute, adorable, extremely cuddly, kind of defenseless, but one hell of a boost for serotonin. Babies were also a source of anxiety. Whenever (Y/N) cried, one of the boys or Bruce or Alfred would check on him and would gently shush him and try to figure out what was wrong with their little brother, son or grandson.

Usually it was easy, but sometimes it was a little bit more complex. No one ever said that raising a child is an easy feat. It's incredibly difficult, but also fulfilling at the same time. You get some incredible memories on the way and a nice cuddle bug who to a certain degree has a calming effect on you.

Of course, while the baby is calm and sleeping.

Speaking of sleeping, (Y/N) loved to nap. Whenever he could nap, he would. Public, home... It does not matter where they were, (Y/N) would nap. Even when the press was around and was loud, if it was nap time, (Y/N) was out cold. It was funny to see it and nothing but hunger or a soiled diaper would wake him up.

More importantly, the little bat or little shit if you ask Jason, loved to sleep next to someone in bed. And considering the fact that every member of the family needed a nap, (Y/N) was a perfect person to nap with. Some said that (Y/N) was like a cat. You know, eat on time, sleep on time...

Almost like a little kitten almost.

And when (Y/N) was asleep and cuddling with someone, those who weren't napping would take the little baby. At this point, they only used nicknames like little bat or kitten.

Now, back to the napping situation.

Whenever (Y/N) was napping with someone, the others would just take the little baby into their own arms and slowly move away from the original napping person. Yes, it may sound confusing.

For example, if (Y/N) and Bruce were napping, Jason would come in, sneakily take (Y/N) into his arms, gently of course.

The first time anything like that happened, Bruce was napping with (Y/N), in Bruce's room. It was quiet and Jason wanted to see his little brother. So what does on do to go get his little brother? He sneaks into Bruce's room and ever so quietly takes the napping baby into his arms and slowly sneaks out of the room to go to his own room.

When Bruce woke up he looked for his son. He found him with Jason after 10 minutes of searching. Jason simply waved at him while (Y/N) was slowly waking up in his arms. Bruce just sighed and left to get some coffee.

Jason chuckled quietly and cuddled his baby brother who was waking up, slowly cooing and squirming in Jason's arms and Jason nearly puked from the atomic bomb that (Y/N) has dropped at the moment in his diaper.

" Oh you cheeky little- " Jason cut himself off with a gag before going to (Y/N)'s room to change the diaper and not die from the smell. He gagged as he undid the diaper and threw it in the trash. He is weak. He is Red Hood, but he is weak. However, this could be considered as a bio weapon.

Jason cleaned (Y/N) up, who was wiggling his legs and giggling. Jason smiled and then put on a clean onesie and then took him into his arms.

The second time that taking a napping little baby happened was when Jason was napping with (Y/N). He was sleeping in his room, his brother in his arms. And who dares to disturb them? Damian. He wanted to spend time with his little brother.

So what does Damian do?

After a second of planning he sneaks in and ever so gently takes his little baby brother into his arms, shushing him gently in Arabic when he started fussing. Then, Damian, slowly made his way to his room, gently humming to him to keep him quiet.

Once in his room, Damian started cooing to (Y/N) in Arabic. Yes, Damian has said to Bruce that (Y/N) should know Arabic. It's a language worth knowing, what can he say?

Once Jason woke up, he was pissed. Whoever took (Y/N) was a bastard. He grumbled as he started looking for his baby brother. He glared when he entered Damian's room. And more so when he saw Damian smirking, in the condescending way.

" You are weak Todd. What if I was a burglar? "

Damian was lucky that (Y/N) was in his arms.

Third time when it happened was when Tim took (Y/N) from Dick. Dick was sleeping on the couch, which was outstretched so it could accommodate Dick and (Y/N). It was a nice, rainy afternoon, perfect for a little nap with a little, warm and cuddly baby.

So that's what Dick did.

He took his little brother into his arms, laid him on a couch, covered him with a blanket and closed his eyes. He put his arm over his brother and fell asleep quickly. It was nice to fall asleep with his little brother and the sound of rain falling.

Well, it was nice until Tim popped into the living room.

Tim also wanted to have his brother in his arms. Everyone hogs the poor baby and Tim needs to make sure that he has his time with the baby too. Tim ever so gently picked his little brother up and left to his room. But not before leaving Dick a note saying where (Y/N) is.

When Dick woke up, confused as to where his baby brother is. Safe to say, he wasn't a happy camper when he saw what has happened. More so at the note. He just grumbled and went back to napping.

And the fourth time when (Y/N) was 'kidnapped' was when Dick took (Y/N) from Tim. The two fell asleep while they were watching a movie. And Dick, very gently took his brother into his arms, happy to have his brother back.

And once of the best things about (Y/N)?

He could sleep through anything as he was a heavy sleeper. He rarely ever made a sound while he was sleeping. So Dick took his brother back into his arms and simply left. And without a note even. Dick laughed in his room afterwards, happy to take his revenge.

This was all some revenge, but not a vicious cycle by any means. It was nice, fluffy, harmless revenge. (Y/N) was happy to be cuddled and held, especially during napping. And if it was a competition between the brothers...

Oh well.

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simpxxstan · 7 months

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perfect complements (ch. 1)

pairing: professor!seungcheol x professor!f.reader

genre: fluff, enemies to lovers, angst, slight smut

series summary: four and a half years of working together breeds familiarity, resentment, and everything in between. it's almost like living together.

chapter word count: 2.1k

warnings: bickering (will be a major feature in this story, so please do not read if verbal fights are not your cup of tea), seungcheol smokes.

a/n: seventeen is my new addiction and i'm not backing off! this is inspired from my dream life (hehe i want to be an econ prof). the series title is an econ term lolol sorry if it's too geeky. i think this series will have multiple spinoffs, maybe you can guess for which characters? all i can hope for is that i'll be able to pull through the plot till the very end and not get writers' block midway :(

slight heads up? seungcheol is 32 here, and the f. reader y/n is 33 here. wonwoo is 35-36, and minghao is slightly younger than seungcheol, probably 30. chan is 24-25 years old. y/n is shorter than seungcheol, and wears glasses. not much other physical description of y/n. also, this fic will probably have different povs, so this chapter is from seungcheol's pov.

thank you so much for reading! your reblogs, likes and comments mean sooo much honestly. i know every content creator says this, and i know we all mean it from our hearts.

enjoy some of my ult svt bias, seungcheollie!

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With four and a half years of working together comes a ton of familiarity. Choi Seungcheol knows it annoyingly well: annoying because he’s greeted by the sight of your coat on his chair again, and well because this is a sight he sees nearly every Monday. Four years ago, he would have tried to explain to you that it’s a Monday morning, he didn’t want to come to take classes this early, and his patience is running thin, so it would be very nice if you could remember which chair was yours every morning when you came and took off your coat. Three years ago, he would have shrieked out, irritation burning through his veins. Two years ago, he would walk up to your desk, and spill your coffee all over the term paper you were currently checking. One year ago, he would purposely ruin your day even if it increased his headache tenfold just thinking about ways to annoy you.

But not any more. Choi Seungcheol has decided you are not worth a penny of his hard earned money, a moment of his precious time, and a nano atom of his genius brain cells. He simply picks your coat and dumps it on the ground, deliciously close to the dustbin. He knows his ears shouldn’t perk up, but they do, and when they hear your reaction, it is so gratifying, it feels like he has won a World War.

“Prof. Choi, if you feel you cannot respect the personal property of others, feel free to accompany me to the Dean’s Office.” You have somehow stomped up to him, standing right before him, as he pulls out the chair to his desk, taking in the endless papers and books that are arranged neatly before him. Your attitude never ceases to surprise him, given that you’re an entire head shorter than him, and even if you’re wearing heels, he can tower over you whenever you stomp up to him in these little furies. It makes you look like a little furry puppy, your hands on your hips, and Seungcheol thrives off the fire burning in your eyes. “There, there. I’d actually love to, but it seems that you need to remember how to respect public property and not hog over the space of others.”

You’re staring at him above your glasses, which have slipped down to the middle of your nose, and god, Seungcheol finds it hilarious. He wants to burst out laughing, the only thing holding him on is his determination to not break character and push you further.

“And if your routine morning tantrums are over, Seungcheol and Y/N, please settle down in your seats. It seems like I have to send you both to college again.”

Said Dean’s voice booms out behind you, and although his voice is surprisingly firm, there’s a shit-eating grin on his face, and he walks towards the two of you. He picks up the coat, lying on the floor, and hands it to Y/N. Jeon Wonwoo does not miss out on how flustered you both look on getting caught during your little lovers’ quarrel, as Wonwoo likes to call it in his mind, all alone in the Economics Department Staffroom.

“Morning Wonwoo! Enlighten me why no one else is here. Why am I stuck with this lady through this sad Monday morning?”

Seungcheol leans back on his chair, casual now that Wonwoo has calmed down the mood. You walk back to your desk, which unfortunately is right opposite Seungcheol’s, but he’s used to your ugly face to stay unfazed by it now. It’s like a terrible gift from a nosy relative you’ve hung up on the wall for long enough that it doesn’t catch the eye anymore and is just… there. But he’s quick to take note of how you’re smiling at Wonwoo, your glasses have been pushed to the top of your head, revealing your forehead and the same tiny pair of diamond hoops you wear every day.

It is, like he knows well, a scene of familiarity. And he really despises that fact.

“Minghao has a conference, he’s in the States. This is in preparation for his exchange program thing.”

“Oh yeah, he texted me on Saturday that he’s leaving soon… wasn’t aware it’s today.” You speak softly, already opening your laptop to get started with your work for the day.

“And Minhee is in the Girls’ Hostel.”

“Why?” You both ask, confused. “I thought Prof. Kim from History is the warden?” “Yes, but they’ve recently gone on their maternity leave. Minhee has to take over. And, bad luck for her, but on the very first day, there’s been a kind of emergency. Some punches were thrown while drunk, and now Minhee’s lecturing them.” “As if anyone’s gonna take her seriously,” Seungcheol scoffs, since everyone knew Minhee to be one of the coolest professors in the university.

“Hey! They took me very seriously, thank you. This is the problem with men. Give them a woman with good tits and a kind face and they think she’s a dumb bitch to run over.” Minhee walks into the small Staffroom, looking very much exhausted but she’s never going to admit it. She plops down on your desk, pushing away the laptop. “Is the situation better now?” you ask, holding out your coffee to Minhee, asking her silently to take a sip. “Yes, thankfully. I’ll have to go and check again after classes get over for the day.”

“Well then, you’re all up to date. Don’t forget the meeting with the Faculty Coordinator today at 5 pm!” “Yes Sir,” you all echo unenthusiastically, as Wonwoo chuckles and walks out of the room. It’s going to be a long day and Seungcheol can already feel his temples buzzing.

Six classes down, and he’s feeling the Monday blues wear off into a blissful exhaustion. At the end of the day, this is a profession he has not once regretted choosing. He absolutely adores spending time with his students- mostly. There’s always going to be a black sheep, like Lee Chan from his Advanced Game Theory course. Chan isn’t a bad guy, per se. He’s just over-enthusiastic and is always looking to impress: which results in him reading texts beyond his level just to try and make Seungcheol happy and end up confusing the entire concept.

But at least dealing with the well-meaning Chan is better than going to the faculty counselling meeting with you. Well, not just with you. But he knows very well what he’s going to hear at the meeting, and he’s absolutely dreading it. He has nearly the same look on his face as his students do when they get the term results, he’s just better at masking it.

As he walks into the Faculty Coordinator’s office, he sees you’re already sitting in a corner, staring outside the window, while Minhee is chatting with the Coordinator. He notices you glancing his way once, before turning your eyes towards the sky again. “Good Afternoon Prof. Choi! How are you doing?” Ms. Song looks at Seungcheol with warm eyes as he takes a seat. “I’m fine, thank you, and you?” It seems that nervousness has rendered Seungcheol incapable of forming sentences beyond nursery-level, and both Minhee and Ms. Song let out a small laugh at his childish response. “I’m sure you know why you’re here, Prof. Choi, as does Prof. Y/L/N. I’ll spare you the intro.” Minhee asks, “Am I really needed to be here?” Ms. Song says, “Prof. Jeon, unless you seriously want me to be alone with this pair who want to murder each other, I would really prefer if you could be here.” Seungcheol is blushing now, embarrassed to the toe. He can hear you groan, and Minhee somehow finds it all funny enough to smile. “If it's so amusing to you, Minhee, you can leave. We swear we won’t kill each other today, if we’ve been able to control ourselves all this time.” Seungcheol’s not even looking at you, but the sarcasm is biting his skin.

“Alright, alright. Calm down, Prof. Y/L/N. Remember, aggression is not the key. We’re here for resolutions.”

“Well then, could we please proceed to the point directly?”

“You’re in a rush on a Monday? You play baseball with the kids after class-” you ask him, staring into his face.

“I have a date today after class.”

That shuts you up for good, and Seungcheol feels queasy. It’s one thing trying to get the last word in, and it’s another to hit your weak point just to get the last word in. He wants to explain but Ms. Song interrupts. “I’ll cut the chase. From what I can see now, and from all the reports I’ve received in the last three months, there’s been not much improvement from the situation we had observed earlier. In fact, it’s only gotten more alarming-”

“Ever since I’ve turned thirty-three,” you sigh, but Ms. Song ignores you.

“I’ve spoken to the Dean, Dr. Wonwoo, and also to some of the other faculty members you share your classes and university space with. We collectively think it’s only fair to say that your interpersonal relationship is harming the kind of environment we want to foster in our university. It is, by no means, a new development, and students of several batches have noticed this relationship of yours as well. This kind of banter, which includes quite serious threats at times-” she raises a hand to quieten Seungcheol’s attempt to interrupt, “is not conducive to a healthy academic environment.”

You both sigh, you whisper something along the lines of it’s not that serious, and although Seungcheol hates to say it out loud, he agrees with you.

“I would recommend you both to go to the University Counsellor and take a few… bonding sessions over the next semester. We think this kind of banter is not too serious, we’re extremely hopeful of a resolution. It’s just not happening right now, because you’re not aware of the efforts to be taken. Once you sit with a counsellor, the path will be clearer-”

Seungcheol doesn’t even realise when he’s stood up. It feels stuffy. He had thought he was long past the age of getting reprimanded for fighting with his peers.

“I really have to leave now. Thank you for the talk, Ms. Song. I’ll get back to you with my schedule and we can set up the meetings with the counsellor.”

“Prof. Choi.” The voice is stern, and Seungcheol holds up. He needs a cigarette, or fresh air. Neither is really available right now, so he grips on to the chair to steady himself. “I will mail you the meetings and Plan of Action, and you shall adjust your schedule accordingly. You know the consequences-” Seungcheol nods before the threat gets completed. Wonwoo has explained the consequences several times to him.

“I will do so. Don’t worry, Ms. Song. You shall get nothing but my best efforts.” “I hope so. Really.”

Seungcheol finally steps out of the room, and heaves deep breaths to get his brain working again. His phone rings, as he walks down the stairs to get away from the building. He picks it up while lighting the cigarette between his lips as he leaves the campus-

“Hello Cheollie! Should I come over to your place to pick you up or-”

“Hyerin?”

“What? Did you forget about our date? Yah! Oppa!”

“No no, I just-” he realises that you’ve just left the campus walking past him, not even sparing him a glance. He watches you as you walk farther away from him, your car blinking in the distance, and the tap-tap of your heels fading out amidst the sounds of the wind. The campus is remarkably quiet for this time of the day, or maybe he’s just too out of it all.

“I’ll meet you at the cafe. We can go to your place later, right?”

“Yes yes, I’ve talked to my roommate already, but why not Oppa’s place this time?” the sickly sweet voice from the other end of the phone irritates him, but he knows she’s acting cute just for fun.

“You know why-”

“Oppa, Kkuma doesn’t care about the girls you bring over.” “She does! She’s a very sensitive princess.” “Cheol-ah, you can just say you don’t care enough about me, and I’ll get it. Don’t bring the poor baby into this.” Seungcheol sighs. This is why he likes Hyerin, she can be mature when she wants to.

But it seems like now is not the time.

“I’ll see you later then, Oppa! Maybe tonight will change your mind!” “Hmm!” Seungcheol hears the call get cut, and he finally drags a puff from his cigarette. You’ve disappeared out of sight, and Seungcheol’s mind is clear now.

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b4mpyre-k1zz3s · 4 months

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Hey! Could I request a fic with Bam where the reader is a female skater?

Maggot’s Kiss

Being apart of Tony Hawk’s skate team sounded like a dream to Y/N- that is, until she met Bam, and an innocent thing turns into something darker.

Bam Margera X Fem!Reader

(Fluff, Angst)

2.6k Words

Warnings: Enemies to lovers, jealousy, crude language, very suggestive content, bullying, hate makeouts, nudity, fake dating, flirting, accidental vouyerisim, injury, blood

An: Thank you so much for your request and happy new year!! I decided to combine my love of darker fics and slow burn to create this for your reading pleasure ;) I just love writing banter like what Bam and Y/N have in this fic hehe XD This fic was also inspired by this amazing fic (one of my favorite Jackass fics on this website) by @asskickedbygirl, so please go check her out!! According to one of my beta readers this is one of the steamiest things I have ever written, and that was just based off of the first three paragraphs, so do with that what you will! Anyways, thank you for sending in requests and please keep sending more!! I love to read them and I enjoy writing them even more :)

You hated him. His edgy, crazy, rich boy schtick made you almost embarrassed to be touring with him and the rest of Tony’s team, knowing that no matter what, the spotlight was always on him. It was never Team Adio or Team Element- it was Bam and Company. Every time you saw pre-teens fighting tooth and nail over who got his autograph first or when chicks threw themselves at his feet for a chance to be graced by the presence of his less than average dick (you see a lot being on the same tour bus for two months), you gagged a little. You were seemingly the only person in America that didn’t fall for Bam Margera’s bullshit. Maybe hate was an understatement.

It was the evening before some exhibition you were supposed to do in the parking lot of a mall that you were pondering all of this, seething quietly in the tiny tour bus bunk bed you were trying to get some shut eye in. Trying being the key word, seeing as you weren't very successful at it. Sighing, you wriggled out of your middle row bunk, carefully stepping down and stretching, the claustrophobic sleeping conditions doing nothing for your already not great posture. There was a row of leather seats in the back of the bus you and the guys would usually sit around and play cards in or watch TV when you were on the road that you made your way back to, feeling around in the pitch darkness as a strange chill struck you. The only thing you could see was the glowing, orange tip of a cigarette as you sat down, knowing exactly who it was.

“Close the damn window. S’freezing.” Mumbling, you crossed your legs, tucking your feet into the backs of your knees to warm yourself up. He chuckled, taking another drawl on his cigarette, the embers glowing intensely for a moment before he exhaled, “Might wanna think ‘bout wearin’ a bra ‘round here.” You could practically feel Bam’s eyes on you through the darkness. “I had no idea y’were so fascinated by my tits, Margera.” His last name came out of your mouth like it pained you to say it, acrid on your tongue. Scoffing, you cooed with faux sweetness, sliding closer to him and whispering in his ear, “I-I mean, if you really wanted, y’could give ‘em a feel…” Two can play at that game. Bam found your jab funny, laughing bitterly as he playfully shoved you away, “Oh, no way in hell am I touchin’ you.”

So after a few minutes of small talk, you went back to bed, and so did he, but that exchange didn’t leave your mind. There wasn't an atom in your body that wanted to be felt up by Bam of all people, but you were still pissed that he wrote you off that fast. You saw the girls he took to the bathroom of the tour bus every night and they had nothing on you. Then there was the matter of why he was staring at your tits in the first place. Was he checking you out? Something hot bubbled in your stomach that you were sure was hate at the thought of that. God, it was too late to be thinking like this, you thought, pushing it from your mind and burrowing deeper into your sheets as you tried to get some sleep.

You felt like shit the next day, but the show must go on, three hours of sleep or not. Thankfully, the bus stopped at a Love’s truck stop on the way there- you would be surviving on a gas station coffee and a prayer. Everyone filtered out of the bus, buying snacks and toiletries or whatever they needed. That left you, lingering by the trucker showers with Mike Valley. You split a bag of Hostess Donettes while he waited for his turn, discussing some fight he got into at the bar last night. Smiling, you licked the powdered sugar off of your fingers and joked about it being the breakfast of champions. He laughed, but just as you looked back up from the now empty bag, your eye caught something.

Perfect fucking timing. The door to the men’s swung open at just the right moment for you to see Bam in all his naked glory, thankfully only from behind. It wasn’t rare for you to see him shirtless, especially when you were skating together in the heat of touring season, but you only just now realized how muscular his back was. His tan skin had contours like a bronze sculpture, shitty black fleur de lis tattoos winding down his sides as he toweled away the last glistening remnants of his shower. Before your eyes reached his ass you tore your gaze away, gagging in mock disgust, crumpling up the empty bag and throwing it in the trash.

There was this weird look in Bam’s eye as he handed off the shower key to Tim, taking his place next to you on the beige wall as he pulled his shirt over his head, “You got a little something there.” He gestured to the side of your face and you licked off the remaining powered sugar, cracking a smile as you mumbled, “Oh, fuck off.” Bam held his hands up in mock surrender as you could hear the shower turn on in the other room, the only noise in the otherwise silent hallway, “Hey, no need t’get all defensive! I mean,“ You could feel his long, half-wet hair dangle on your forehead as he leaned in closer, his voice teasing as he reached down to do up his belt, “especially with how you were pervin’ on me in the showers. I’d say you owe me an apology.”

You turned to him, glaring at his stupid grinning face under the fluorescent lights, “First of all, it was an accident. Second of all, I can barely stand the sight of your naked ass without hurling!” He just snickered at your joke that wasn’t even all that untrue as you rolled your eyes to keep them from lingering on the heartagram splayed out on his lower stomach, “And pull your damn pants up. Hope you bust your ass out there today.” Bam shrugged, walking down the skinny hallway, “Sure. Don’t break a nail out there, sweetheart.” That just left you, watching him leave.

The next time you saw pretty boy was under the signing tent, a respite from the blazing sun and asphalt. Your seat just had to be next to Bam, all sweaty and glistening from skating yet somehow not looking as gross as some of the other guys did. MTV star magic, you guessed. You were wondering why the hell you needed to do skate exhibitions in the ass crack of summer when some nerdy looking teen girl handed you a board to sign. Sure, you weren't Tony or Bam, who each had a line of their own nearly twice the size of the rest of the team’s, but you were generally pretty popular. The girl with the glasses was all smiles, leaning in close to you like she was going to ask you something secret, “Hey, I read somewhere that you and Bam, uh- that you had a thing together. Is that really true?”

Bam, who was sitting next to you and well within earshot, scoffed, leaning over with a sneer as you scrawled silver sharpie onto the board, “I’d rather tongue a maggot than Y/N.” You scoffed as you popped the cap back on the pen, “Yeah, the only maggot here’s that thing in your pants.” It was then, as you turned back to the fan who was awkwardly standing there, watching your little lover’s quarrel go down, that you got an idea. A malicious grin spread across your lips as you handed the signed board back to her, “But if you were wondering, I am dating Tim O’Connor. Thanks for being a fan!”

God, if you could see Bam’s face. As much as it pained you to not look over at him, you didn’t, knowing it would be impossible to keep a straight face seeing him all slack jawed. The best part of it was you weren’t dating him- well, not yet, but you didn’t even need to for what you had in mind. Hell, knowing Tim, he’d be game for fucking with Bam any day of the week, even if it mean having to hug and kiss and pretend flirt from time to time. This was the ultimate way to get back at Bam for fucking with you for so long, you thought- your ace in the hole.

You told Tim your plan and he was more than eager to get in on it. You would come up with ideas on the fly whenever you knew Bam was watching, whether it was having you wear one of his shirts on the bus or you giggling when he messed up your hair while you stopped for food on the road, or even the night you shared a bunk- one of your favorites, especially with how pissy Bam looked as he angrily slid the curtain closed on his bed when he saw the two of you. Basically anything you would see in a cheesy romance movie, you did.

But if you thought Bam was a childish asshole before, you had no idea how much worse he could get. No matter where you were, he always seemed to have his eyes on you, glaring under heavy lids across the room. Even though he was still performing well, off the ramps he was this little ball of rage, quietly observing with raised hackles. Gone were the pranks with the team and the playful banter between the two of you. Bam was a tyrant before and even more so now, only a little quieter. He avoided you like the plague, so the only form of communication between the two of you was the sporadic spitting of insults at one another just short of an argument- he’d say something about your appearance, you’d jab at some trick he messed up, and then he’d tell you to fuck off.

His behavior became so uncharacteristic that, at one point, Tony, who was often the only voice of reason, tried to take him to an urgent care because he was obviously sick. Yeah, maybe that’d be a good idea, you thought, a medical professional would probably know how to get that stick out of his ass. No, not in the slightest did you care that you hurt Bammy Boy’s precious little feelings. He was a jerk to everybody, you thought, so he deserved it. It was only after a few weeks of this charade that you started to wonder why the hell he was being such a baby about all this. Bam just seemed to radiate jealousy, especially towards Tim, but there was no way that was the case. It sounded like something straight out of third grade- that boys are mean to girls they like. But, knowing Bam, you couldn’t write that off immediately.

All this tension kept building for a while until it reached a fever pitch. The team had an off day so you all decided to stop by a skate park late in the day to kick back and chill for a few hours before you needed to get back on the road again. The chance to bust out a few tricks without the judging eyes of thousands was a breath of fresh air and everyone was all excited as they filtered out of the bus onto the concrete- that is, everyone except Bam. The little prince of darkness shot you a scowl before he ran off to the bowl with the rest of the guys while you ran off on your own. You were on the mini ramp, enjoying some rare alone time while doing a few simple tricks and thinking about how you could probably run to the Wendy’s across the street to get dinner- one of those baked potatoes would really hit the spot. It was in the midst of that thoughtful silence when you were poised on the coping in a nose stall that the clatter of a board slamming against the ground behind you hit your ears.

You were startled and, turning towards the sound, you felt the ground slip out from under you as you shifted your weight ever so slightly. The world seemed to freeze for a moment as you plummeted to the ground, landing square on the lip with a blunt packing noise, busting your cheek open. The air was knocked out of your lungs as a choked gasp escaped you, reaching up to grasp the raw skin pounded flat against your throbbing cheek bone. Your vision was a blur of orange from the setting sun as you wrenched your eyes open, tilting your head up towards the source of the shadow that looked over you.

“Nice spill.” Struggling to your feet, Bam didn’t even offer to help you, just standing there with his hands in his pockets, watching. Something red hit the concrete when you spit, rubbing off some of the hot liquid from your cheek as your gaze met his, “The fuck’s your problem?” Coughing, your voice was rough, words punctuated by heavy breath as you continued, “You’ve been all pissy for weeks, man. What’s goin’ on?” There was an edge to his voice but he still sounded calm as he reached into his pocket for his pack of Marlboro Lights, still not making eye contact, “Maybe I don’t like seein’ you and Tim eatin’ each others faces- ever thought about that?”

Snatching the cigarette from his fingers, his fingernails painted in that stupid black nail polish he always wore, you growled, “Is that it? Really?” You got all in his angry little face, close enough you could smell the shitty cologne he wore to impress chicks that always made you gag. MTV fuckin pretty boy, always looking his best. Your voice dropped low, murmuring close to his skin, “Maybe you’re just jealous’a him. That he gets to have me and you don’t.” Bam finally met your gaze, staring at you with newfound intensity as the lines between teasing and flirting blurred. He spoke through gritted teeth as he glared down at you bitterly, “Oh yeah? Yeah? You think I can’t fuckin’ have you?” You said nothing, defiant.

Time stood still, but in a second, he was on you. Bam’s hands seized you, tugging you impossibly close to him as his calloused palms traveled up and down your body possessively. It was like something snapped inside of him that was holding him back. You could feel the muscles under his clothes flex as your breath hitched, one of his hands tangling in your hair and pulling you closer. Bam kissed like a starved man, his tongue moving against yours in a lecherous mess of teeth and spit and a little blood on your part. The air swam with a mix of rage and lust as you pulled away from each other after what felt like an hour, catching your breath. Your eyelids fluttered as a weak smile spread across your kiss-sore lips. Whispering under your breath, you leaned your forehead against his, “Holy shit…”

Glancing down at the cigarette still in your hands, you slipped it between your teeth, looking back at him, “Gotta light?”

#jackass #bam margera #jackass fanfiction #jackass fanfic #jackass x reader #fluff #angst #bam margera x reader #I absloutely adore Love’s truck stops <3 #I took a six hour trip by car once and stopping at one of those was straight up magical

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meepmoopmaap · 4 days

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MOVIE EXPLANATIONS/SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT (also all of these movies are on yt for free if you wanna spend like 3-4 hours watching them before choosing)

Reblog for sample size pls!!!

Watership Down is a movie about a group of rabbits who, after one of them gets precognition about something bad happening, decide to run away to find a new warren. The come The Horrors, such as watching rabbits getting mauled by a dog, watching rabbits getting mauled by each other, and rabbits getting suffocated to death but it's animated all Fancy Like.

The film is relatively tame outside of that, the ending is bittersweet with the main character being peacefully carried to the afterlife, but I gotta say if you're going in blind it is WILD.

From the creators of Watership Down, The Plague Dogs follows two, who'd've thought, dogs named Rowf and Snitter as they escape the animal testing facility they were being held in and try to find a new master. The key word here is Try. This is the key word because the Do Not find a master, they do however die. Every main character dies. The movie is about 70% Horrors and 30% "Did You Know Lots Of Humans Are Dicks? You Do Now".

There's even a fake out at the end where you THINK the dogs are gonna be okay, the dogs then proceed to not be okay as the film ends with them treading open water.

Following elderly British couple Hilda and Jim Bloggs, When The Wind Blows is an anti-war emotional piece about a retired couple in the English countryside when an atomic bomb hits. Following government warning leaflets to a T they build a ramshackle indoor shelter out of doors and cushions, but don't really understand the severity of the bomb threat. Further driving home the anti-war theming of the relatively short film, we slowly watch the elderly couple succumb to severe radiation poisoning. Towards the end Jim even tries to make up all sorts of normal reasons for Hilda's symptoms, such as blaming the welts in her skin on varicose veins. Whether this is because he genuinely believes nothing's wrong or to keep Hilda relaxed in her final hours, that's a decision for you to make.

Unlike the last two movies there's no doubt in all our minds that they will both die, but the movie spends it's first half getting us so attached to Hilda and Jim that we forget about that part long enough to make their death absolutely devastating.

#watership down #the plague dogs #when the wind blows #tumblr polls

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intheticklecloset · 10 months

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Heyy its the anon who requested TodoBaku! Sorry for not reading the rules properly hehe 😅 For the tk spot i was thinking maybee ribs? Thank you! AND REMEMBER, DRINK THAT WATER!

If Todoroki’s brushing Bakugou’s hair from his eyes wasn’t enough to make the blonde combust, the soft “you’re beautiful” that came with it certainly did the trick.

“W-What?” Bakugou sputtered, ducking his head and shoving lightly at his boyfriend’s chest. “Shut up, icy-hot.”

Todoroki was relentless. “But you are.” He gently cupped his cheek and maneuvered so they’d have to look each other in the eyes. “You’re gorgeous.”

The atomic teen blushed but scowled, averting his gaze. “Couldn’t have called me something more masculine?”

“Like handsome?” Todoroki smiled. “Masculine is subjective. You’re handsome and beautiful. And hot. And kind—”

Bakugou clamped a hand over his mouth and shot him a glare. “I said shut up.”

There was a pause, then Todoroki dropped his hands from Bakugou’s face to his ribs, wiggling his fingers playfully.

Caught off-guard (and always more sensitive to touch when his partner was around), the blonde sputtered a second time and smiled despite himself, bringing his arms down protectively. “Hehehey, idiot, dohohohon’t—”

Todoroki grinned, gradually getting up in his space so he had to choice but to flop back, beginning to giggle in earnest now, squirming.

“My beautiful Bakugou~ Won’t you smile for me?”

“Shuhuhuhuhuhut—!” Bakugou squealed, then growled as he went on the offensive, reaching for Todoroki’s torso as well. “Tahahahake this!”

Todoroki yelped and burst into laughter, but never let up on his own tickle attack. “Nihihihice try, cheheheheater!”

“Cheheheheater?! You stahahahaharted it, icy-hohohohot!”

“Juhuhuhuhuhust lehehehehehet me call yohohohou beheheheheautiful already!”

“Nohohohohohoho!”

Eventually their tickling turned to kissing and soft murmurs of affection towards one another, and by the end of the night Bakugou didn’t mind being called beautiful so much anymore.

Not that he’d ever admit it, of course.

#fanfiction #tickle drabble #coffee shots #bnha #mha #bakugou #todoroki #todobaku #cute #fluff #boyfriends #playful #tickling #ticklish #tickle #it will please you to know that I had plenty of water today #thank you for the reminder #work life is just bleh right now so wanted to fill a request tonight #cute otps always help

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atomimperatrix · 4 months

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Merry Christmas @fandomnerd101

Surprise! I am your secret santa. Here is a comic of nichoji on Nicholas trying to perfect his fleche with a little help from Seiji. Will he get an approval from him? You will have to find out. (Note: This gift is fencing related with a touch of cute flirting hehe)

Happy Holidays

From Atom

#fence comic #fence fandom #fence fanart #nicholas cox #seiji katayama #nichoji #fence secret santa 2023

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strbrymlk · 1 year

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2/25/2023

life has been good! this past week felt mostly like school -> homework -> eat -> sleep -> repeat. and sometimes, im ok with that! i don't need excitement every day. i was able to get my junior recital moved to a different day, later in the semester, which is a HUGE relief. i would have felt so stressed if i had to do my recital at the beginning of april. anywho, i've been preparing for that, and am starting to feel good about my pieces. i'm really hoping to use my practice time mindfully, and have productive sessions.

my flute teacher has assigned us to read atomic habits! i know there was a lot of hype about it (still is kind of) so i was excited to read it! she also bought the book for us, so that was a plus. it's really good! there are some good concepts in it, and i like getting up early to read it at starbucks hehe.

this sweater is so cute, and it's the kind of subtle merch that only the real ones would get (ifykyk right?) plus it's just a high quality piece of clothing. also i loved my necklace pairing!

practice room thingsssss, i was working on an excerpt that we had talked about it in studio class. i think it's so beautiful, and i think the way i play it has come a long way! one of the few things i feel i really can play with musicality and expressiveness.

the sky was so pretty, especially with how much rain we've been having, i took so many photos of it lol. clouds have always been my favorite, so it tends to be what i take the most photos of.

hope you're all doing well !! <3

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dynamightimagines · 2 months

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Hey I just randomly found your blog and was amazed by your writings!

Could I request one too, with Twice x female reader, where twice is afraid of physical touch because he's afraid to lose control over his copies? Eventually reader gets him to trust her of course and they are hugging >~<

I hope you could understand, and if you don't want to write about the villians it's totally fine!

I just think he isn't a bad guy after all :(

Thank you for reading, have a wonderful day/evening <3

Hello! Thank you so much for asking! I am going to try to write this one in a more story kind of style so sorry if it comes out awkward! Love this idea! story under the little tag hehe (ALSO I LOVE THE VILLAINS PLZ REQUEST THEM MORE)

Back Together

Everything is shaking

It's blurry, it's dark

No, it's too bright, everything is standing out so much it hurts

"Make it stop!"

Everything around the room is splitting, nothing to focus on, nothing to grasp to to regain control. It's as if everything is falling to atoms and coming together over and over and over again, nothing familiar.

If he could just breathe, stand up, focus his eyes, get to his feet, anything

"Jin?"

The buzzing in his ears stop, even if just for a split second. A voice, one that sounds familiar yet completely unheard of before, is ringing throughout the room. Is it yelling? He thought it might be a whisper, now that he's thinking of it.

"Oh, Jin! Are you okay?"

The door is open. Was it always open? No, he's sure he had closed the door when he came to his room. Wasn't it night? It's so bright in the doorway, but some of the light is blocked by a figure, now approaching him quickly. He stands up against the wall.

"Just breathe, baby, it's okay. Look at me."

Breathe. Yes, that's what he was trying to do. Breathe.

Jin takes a gulp of air in, the cold air almost stinging his lungs.

"That's it, just keep breathing. It's okay."

She takes his hand. It stings, like splinters digging deeper into his skin. He looks down and notices that's exactly what it is, his hand is littered with splinters and there's blood dripping onto his arm. She takes a small cloth and covers his hand, trying to stop the bleeding.

She shouldn't be touching him.

As if being jolted to life, Jin stands, pushing her away.

"You can't touch me!"

He can see clearly again. He's in his room. He's in headquarters. It's night.

Y/n is here, standing in front of him, holding the bloody cloth that was keeping his hand from bleeding onto the floor.

"Jin," She steps forward, hand shaking but reaching out to him. "It's me. It's okay. You're okay."

She hates how he tries to step back into the wall, whimpering like an animal trying to hide from its abuser.

"Please, you're okay, you're not splitting right now. Please let me make sure you're okay."

Her hand is still shaking but her actions seem more determined, he can see her gulp down her nerves as she moves closer.

"You can't," He whispers, bringing his hands to his hair as he pulls, wishing he had his costume right now to cover his face. His eyes are squeezed shut. He feels like any second longer will cause him to start splitting, to start contradicting himself again.

"Jin."

Her voice is stern now, he's sure of it this time.

"Baby, please."

He feels a hand on his arm, his whole body jumping as if being attacked. But this touch is gentle.

He feels the soft hand trail up to grab his own, bringing it down and wrapping the cloth around it once more

"You don't have to open your eyes."

He feels her arms wrap around him, her perfume and the warmth of her body relaxing him. He signs, his legs weakening as he feels himself slowly sink to the floor, and Y/n sits down with him.

His head is in her lap, his eyes still closed as his body slowly stops shaking, one of her hands running through his hair, the other still holding his own wounded hand. She's slowly rocking back and forth, like a mother trying to calm a child from a nightmare.

"Everything is okay," She whispers, her voice the only sound around them now. "It is just a bad episode. It's okay. You're okay."

Jin feels himself let out a small whimper, causing Y/n to tighten her grip on him.

"Thank you"

She doesn't answer, but he knows what she's thinking.

"You're touching me," he breathes.

"Yes," She replies, running her hand down his head and shoulder to caress his arm. "I am."

"You've never done that before."

A small puff of air comes from her, like a bad joke was said. "You've never let me."

"I was scared," his voice cracked, his cheeks flushing in embarrassment. "I didn't want to split again."

She hums, he can tell she's smiling.

"And you aren't"

It's silent again, both of them sitting on the floor in the dark, taking in this newfound moment.

"It's nice," His voice breaks through. "It is."

"Can we do it more?"

"I promise to never let you go."

HHHHH I didn't rly know how I wanted to end it sorry!! I don't ever usually write in an actual story style but I think I kinda like it LOL

#mha #mha fic #mha x y/n #myheroacademia #my hero acedamia #bnha x reader #twice #twice x reader #mha x reader

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yanteetle · 1 year

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Just thought of a lil hehe funny.

Y/N with the personality of a cat

Donnie: NO- NO Y/N NO-

Y/N, hand reached out, about to knock down yet another Atomic Lass Figure: >:3

Mikey: Y/N-

Y/N: *presses hand into freshly rolled out dough* >:3

Leo: don't you there-

Y/N: *knocks over his comic book stack to sit near him*

Raph: Y/N I need to get up-

Y/N, having cuddles: no >:3

I immediately saw this and kNEW with my heart and soul that Mikey's chaining y/n up to the ceiling SOLELY for the dough, with no hesitation at all. I love this concept so much this increases the possibilities of annoying them by so much <3

#teets blockables #random asks <3

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justafoxhound · 9 months

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Tagged by @dirty-bosmer in this game. Thanks!

Lines from your fic...

Line that makes you laugh

Well, there was no harm in taking a walk, she thought. At least not when the alternative involved taking a leap in several different directions at once. “You make a convincing argument, Mr. Jericho. This way.”

-From Atomic Smitten, when Talia is being threatened by a desperate man brandishing a grenade

Line that makes you sad

She saw, for the first time in a long time, the glistening of real emotion in his eyes. He was serious, honest. Or at least more honest than she’d ever known him. She began to cry. Not because it moved her. But because he really believed it. He really believed what he’d told her, told himself, over and over again. That the Vault was the best place for her. That he was keeping her safe. That she was his number one priority. Because it was the antithesis to the story she’d lived. She’d lived a life second to his memories. Second to his dreams, to his hopes of getting it all back. Of making a dead woman happy. And he didn’t even realise.

-Talia and James in Atomic Smitten. LW and James are tragic and not in a noble way!

Line you are proud of

Gustavo watched Burke go as he smoked the rest of his cigarette. “Hey, Burke,” he called after a few seconds, jogging closer so they could keep their voices down. “What, uh… what was it exactly that ailed Tenpenny? Just out of curiosity?” Burke looked him dead in the eyes, a fire burning behind them like he’d never seen. “He wanted Talia dead, Gustavo. He took steps to make it happen. He tripped.”

-From Atomic Smitten. I am so satisfied when writing clever evil Mr Burke hehee.

Line that could have been better

It took him a few seconds to get the joke, and a few more til he was completely washed out by the wave of affection that swelled through his body.

-Burke in Atomic Smitten. I still can't figure out how to make this less literal. You know that feeling when someone does something so 'classic them', and you feel a wave of affection lol.

Line that makes you want to punch a character

“I’m not trying to justify it. Jesus fuck, what is wrong with you?” Hot tears blurred her vision. Why did he never get mad? Never. Never did he raise his voice, speak in anger, just flip out. What would it take? “You don’t fucking care, just admit it, why are you still bothering with this… act?”

He looked wounded, like he did on the way to the monument from the city. “I care Talia. It’s just that right now-”

-From Atomic Smitten. JAMES MY MAN... 'Let's put a pin in this, but know that i am dIsAppOiNtEd in you' is not appropriate reaction to the Megaton incident... Think about ya gurl for more than a second PLEASE

Line that makes you go 'awww'

“Well… whatever. Man, I hope the cafeteria has gecko steak. I don’t know if they serve that for breakfast. And mutfruit juice. Surely they get juice here-” “Talia.” “Huh?” “Are you with me on this? I’m not going on a ‘whatever’.” Talia smirked at Burke’s lazy impression of her. “Well you came up with it right? So yeah, I’m with you.” “Sure?” “Always.”

-From Atomic Smitten, Burke and Talia discussing a plan of his.

Line full of symbolism

The glowing sign bathed her in soft blue light, giving this section of the strip a calmer feel to match the soothing ebb and flow of the nearby ocean. Quietly receding from the sandy Miami shores without fanfare, only to endlessly announce its return with the crash of waves breaking across rocks. The complete opposite of how it went whenever she did this dance.

-From A Seashell Necklace, a short from Tali/Burke future.

Contains easter egg

Gustavo stroked his chin as his men bickered over another hand of poker. He seemed to be breaking up more of their stupid fights since Talia disappeared. Interesting. Even men of war seemed to need the presence of women to temper their default mood of being ready to go. And for more than a few hours a month.

“Grayson, sorry but he’s right. A straight is a hand, and it beats what you got."

-From Atomic Smitten. Not sure if this is an egg but I was playing poker with my bf and he didn't believe a straight was a hand so I immortalised the moment with Tenpenny tower security haha

Line that is shocking

Autumn frowned deeply. “You lie!” He turned away in disgust, then turned back and drew his pistol.

Well, this is it. To Talia’s surprise, her life didn’t flash before her eyes. She didn’t run or fight or even think of anything witty to say just to go out in style. Her legs actually went weak and she staggered back against the wall, slowly sinking to the ground.

This part felt shocking while writing. For all the perilous skirmishes in a Fallout 3 adventure, I got in the headspace of a prisoner, helpless, facing execution, expecting it at any time thereafter. It was a lot heavier. 😨

Line you want to talk about more

Surprisingly, Talia was speechless. She just looked around the room and began to nod. She beckoned her dog. Amata walked away and busied herself at the other end of the clinic, turning only to see the pair disappear into the corridor.

I’ll miss you.

-From Atomic Smitten. She doesn't get much page time but I really got into Amata’s Head to write her POV. I think she really considered Talia a friend, but ultimately Tali figured Amata was hangin for the street cred, to counter being the daughter of the overseer and the flak it brought, and using her like everyone else (from her perspective). But despite what Talia did, Amata attempts to see it from the perspective they were both lied to and mistreated. She makes some very tough, thankless decisions in order for the vault to survive, and sacrifices her friendship for it. She's a real leader and maybe Talia will never understand :'(

Tagging if you want @tallmatcha @chennnington @lucien-lachance @jentucker anyone with fics who see this!

#atomic smitten #fo3 #tag game #ao3 #fallout 3 #writing #lone wanderer

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nightmareoforphans · 3 months

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We see a young adult entering a research facility, his long platinum hair flowing while he walks through the halls eventually he stops at one of the doors and goes inside, he talks to one of the scientists

INTP: “Hey long time no see”

INFJ: “Hi bud! Yea sorry it has been a while I was so busy with work”

INTP: “Don't worry about it so are you here to get INTJ?”

INFJ: “yea I wanna help her out”

INTP: “Aww that's so kind of you”

INFJ: “I also made you guys food, here can you give these to your coworkers pls”

INTP: “OMG thank you so much!”

INFJ: “Don't worry I don't mind”

INTP: Hey everyone! INFJ brought us food!!!

The workers in the room began to gather around INFJ thanking him and having conversations with him. Suddenly INFJ feels a powerful aura invading the room, he turns around and sees INTJ staring at him blackly, her stare is emotionless yet so strong that INFJ compared it to being shot by a laser by the Death Star and he was Alderan

INFJ: (I think she's mad) “OK INTP I'm gonna go find INTJ now so bye enjoy your meals”

INTP: “Ok bye INFJ tell INTJ to make sure her burnt hand gets a proper check by a doctor”

INFJ: “Okie” INFJ proceeded to walk to the room where he saw INTJ,

When INFJ entered the room he saw a young woman with long messy violet-purple hair, like the other scientist she wore a lab coat but with a black t-shirt and grey jogging pants, her glasses and face mask making look mysterious

INFJ: “There you are I was looking for you

INTJ: indeed I saw you looking around…

INFJ: we'll come on let's go to the hospital

The two young adults left the building and went to the hospital to get INTJ’s injury checked. When they were done they went home to their apartment.

INFJ: …can you tell me how your hand got burnt?

INTJ: It was my turn to cook so I tried cooking corned beef but I accidentally broke the thermometer thus I needed to throw it away no, so I went to the sink but INFP was already using it, then suddenly she might have done something wrong because water began spraying everywhere and some of it got into my pan and the oil bobbled, reaching my hand and burning it

INFJ:.. Did it hurt?

INTJ: obviously, when it burnt me I didn't cry or scream I just mentally melted

INFJ: oh…

INTJ: Can you tell me how you knew that I got injured?

INFJ: Well INTP texted me about it

INTJ: I see, guess I'll have to teach my little sister a lesson for informing you

INFJ: Hey, don't get mad at INTP, she just wanted me to help you

INTJ: I can take care of myself INFJ, I don't need your help, and besides I knew that if you found out you would go to me and abandon your plans to meet your favourite YouTuber today and guess what?! That's what happened!

INFJ: …of course I will… I was worried about you

INTJ: ...

INFJ: are you mad at me because I did that?

INTJ: (sigh) Not anymore, because after thinking about it, of course, you would I shouldn't even be surprised

INFJ: hehe, hey at least I got to enjoy more time with you

INTJ: we live in the same apartment and hang out with each other most of the time….(in a quiet voice) Besides I bet my coworkers are more fun to hang out with…

INFJ:... Are you jealous because you felt left out?

INTJ:...

INFJ then suddenly hugs INTJ out of nowhere shocking INTJ, and then he goes to the kitchen and when he comes back he has a delicious fried chicken breast with Ala king sauce on it

INFJ:…I hung out with many people but hanging out with you is unlike anything I've ever known in this world

INTJ:… Yea same to you too…

INFJ: And about earlier, your coworkers were talking so much that I couldn't even hear them so yeah hehe

INTJ: haha, but seriously I'm sorry i kind of kept thinking of ways to destroy you to atoms earlier

INFJ: Do mean jealous?

INTJ: Yeah, obviously you idiot

INFJ: ok since you haven't had your lunch yet pls sit down because I'm going to feed you heeheheheheh

INTJ:..WHAT? The girl said with a red face

INFJ: you burnt your hand, right?

INTJ: Yeah a hand not both hands

INFJ looked at INTJ with a blank stare while INTJ gave him a smirk

INTJ: looks like I outsmarted you

INFJ: pls just do this T^T(with a small frown)

INTJ: you know what, fine. I guess this will be my punishment

Both of them sat in the kitchen as INFJ fed INTJ her lunch

INFJ: you know when you stared daggers at me in the lab i was reminded of the time when you did the same thing when I talked to my crush during junior high

INTJ: I don't remember that, but I do vaguely remember thinking of ways to turn you and ENFJ into robots and incorporate you guys into my robotic army to take over the world

INFJ: haaahahha nice one, i bet ENFJ will also laugh

INTJ: that wasn't a joke

INFJ: I know

INTJ couldn't hold it and she began to laugh which was followed by her coughing

INTJ: damn you can't just make me choke out of nowhere you moron (intj said jokingly)

INFJ: sorry, even I laughed cuz it took me a moment to process what I just said

Suddenly INFJ got a text message from his phone

INFJ: Oh, one of my little sisters, ISTJ texted in the group chat saying she needs pictures of happy couples in her friend group for her project

INTJ: why did she ask in the group chat?

INFJ: well some members are dating, like ENFP & ENTP or INFP & ESTJ, maybe one of them ca-

INTJ then suddenly took his phone and took a selfie of her and INFJ together and after that, with a small smirk on her face she sent the picture to the group chat.

INTJ: U3U

INFJ: O~O

The first part is-> Here

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