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yanderelegoninjago · 11 months

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I Hate Being A Kid

Summary: You are turned into a child when a fight goes south and the group has to figure out what to do. Mainly Lloyd x Reader

It all happened so fast that no one really knew how it happened. One minute you were fighting, the next your clothes were draped over a lump. Lloyd was the first to go over where you had once been. He digged through the clothes to find....

"A baby?"

The rest of the team was quick to go over to Lloyd and see the baby he was holding. Cole grabbed the baby from Lloyd.

"It's more of a toddler than a baby," he holds the baby up, before Nya speaks.

"Is that Y/n? Oh god! That's Y/n!"

"No way!"

You squirmed in Cole's hold and changed from holding you like Simba to cradling you.

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Cole wrapped you in some blankets as you giggled up at him.

"So what are we going to do?" Jay was the first to question and the rest looked at him.

"Well, we can't leave her like this," Lloyd says, before picking you up and putting you into his lap.

"I think she's cute like this," Nya then grabs you from Lloyd's arms, upsetting him a little, but he didn't speak on it, "We could probably wait this out- Like we did for Sensei Wu-"

"But we don't have that kind of time," Lloyd argues, causing a loud commotion.

This commotion caused you to start crying and Nya was quick to take a motherly role and rock you. You were finally able to get back to sleep and Nya laid you down in a makeshift crib.

"I hate to be a Repeating Rebecca, but what are we going to do?" Jay repeated to himself, yet again.

"Like Nya said, as of right now, we're waiting it out, for now," Cole tells you. "I can watch her for now." He looks over at you, almost father-like.

Lloyd looks at a clock before frowning, "We should all probably hit the hay."

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Lloyd couldn't sleep, he just kept staring at the ceiling. You were a child and he didn't know how long it was gonna take for you to get back to your normal self. Granted Sensei Wu was way older, maybe it would only take a week for you?

He frowned and turned towards his door. He got up and headed towards Cole's room, where you were supposed to be, but was terrified when you weren't there.

"Y/n?" He calls out, looking in every room, before sighing in relief when seeing you in the kitchen with Cole. You were sitting in a high chair and giggling around, while Cole was heating up so food. "What are you doing?"

Cole nearly screams when turning around and seeing Lloyd standing at the doorway. "Don't scare me like that!"

"It's 2 in the morning," Lloyd angrily scolds Cole.

Cole just rolls his eyes and pulls out the food from the microwave, before putting it on a table. "What are you doing up?"

"Couldn't sleep?"

Lloyd sits in a chair close to you, as Cole begins to feed you. "Yeah. I don't know. Why are you feeding Y/n at 2?"

"She was hungry. She started crying," He makes an airplane sound and you eat it up.

"Good thing she's eating," Lloyd off-handedly remarks. Cole looks over at him, confused.

"Was she not eating?"

"Well, not at 2 in the morning," Lloyd jokes, before sighing and leaning on his hand.

"Worried about what we're going to have to do?"

Lloyd looks up at him, before looking back at you, "I'm just worried."

"We all are, but you're taking this pretty hard."

"Am I?"

Cole chuckles, "You're kidding right? Can't sleep? Worried something's going to happen? Worried about how long she's going to be like this. Do you want me to continue?"

"No, I get it."

"I'm sure we'll manage-" Cole begins, but Lloyd quickly interupts.

"What are we going to do?"

"I don't know, Lloyd, you're the leader, you tell me."

"I don't know either

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writeforfandoms · 7 months

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Armor - pt 2

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This was originally supposed to be a two parter, but it grew plot on me, and I think it's gonna be three parts. We'll see how it goes. Also, this does tie back a bit to Born for Greatness, but it's not necessary to have read that one.

Cats are known to hold grudges, and you're no different. Fortunately, Rodolfo and his pack are more than willing to help you get a little revenge.

For Fall4Rudy hosted by @glitterypirateduck

Warnings: canon typical violence, shifter behavior, shifter courting, flirting.

Word count: 2.4k

Rodolfo Parra x f!reader

"Canines," you grumbled to yourself, stretching carefully. Rodolfo was on the other side of the training room, gaze darting between you and the pair of soldiers sparring. He hadn't quite been hovering the last two days, but he'd been close.

You weren't quite sure how to interpret his behavior, really.

"Need a hand?"

You paused, arms still stretched up over your head, and looked to the side. Colonel Vargas stood there, dressed down for working out, smirk in place. You eyed him for a moment, curious, before you nodded.

"My second has taken quite the liking to you." His tone was conversational as he checked your stretches, making sure you weren't popping any stitches.

"So I've seen." You glanced at him, curious. But you couldn't smell any hostility coming from him.

"You object?" Still conversational, only a little curious.

"Not to his attention," you answered cautiously, straightening up to face him fully. "Why? Do you object?"

"No." He smiled, something secretive and amused. "I have known Rudy a long time, and I'm happy he found someone that intrigues him." He paused for a moment for dramatic effect, smile shifting into a shit-eating grin. "Even if you are a cat."

You laughed, startled. "Spoken like a true canine," you shot back.

He laughed, holding out a hand to help steady you when you moved wrong and pulled your stitches. "Laswell didn't brief you on what we are?"

"Nope. Said I'd find out." You shrugged and then hissed softly. "Don't suppose I will, now."

"No?" He raised one eyebrow at you, guiding you into another stretch.

"I assume since I got caught that I'll be sent back soon." You refused to frown, breathing deeply.

"On the contrary." Vargas motioned you to stand. "I'd like your help with the rest of the investigation."

"What?" You blinked at him, thrown completely off.

"If you'd like." He tipped his head, watching you. "We would be grateful for the help."

He wasn't kicking you out. Well. That was… new. "What's the plan?"

"Find the production base." He shrugged, eyes gleaming. "And blow it up."

"I'm on board." You grinned, bright and a little bloodthirsty.

"Good." Vargas nodded, pleased. "I'll have Rudy let you know when we have an update." He walked away, apparently satisfied.

Sneaky bastard. You smirked to yourself and went back to stretching, until you felt a stitch pop. The scent of blood was harsh on your nose and tongue, and you grimaced. Dammit.

Rodolfo was at your side a moment later, hovering. "Popped a stitch?"

"Just one," you answered with a grimace. "Damn."

"Back to medical." His hand was feather light against your back, guiding you out and down the hall. You didn't object. Which was surprising, because you normally didn't like being fussed over this way.

But coming from Rodolfo… well. That was a different story.

Your trip to medical was short, with the popped stitch being replaced by a butterfly bandage. You were healing fast enough that it didn't matter too much.

Apparently after that nothing would do but getting some food. But instead of ushering you to the common mess, Rodolfo ushered you to a quieter building and straight into a kitchen.

"Sit," he offered. "I'll cook."

You blinked at him but boosted yourself up to sit on a counter. When he shot you an exasperated look, you just grinned.

"Cat," you reminded him.

"I would like to see you without all the blood," he said after a moment, turning away to start getting ingredients.

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours," you bargained, grinning a little when the back of his neck flushed.

"After you get your stitches out. I'd rather you not injure yourself further."

"I've done a good job of avoiding that most of my life."

"A trend I would like to continue."

You chuckled, leaning back to watch him work. He moved smoothly, with confidence. Clearly he was no stranger in the kitchen. It took very little time for the kitchen to smell good, and you hummed in pleasure.

Dinner was quiet, but companionable. You were hyper aware of how close he sat, how his scent mellowed with contentment, how he watched to make sure you had enough to eat.

It wasn't quite courting behavior, but really only one step removed.

It only took another day until your stitches were removed, and two days after that for Rodolfo to pull you into plotting.

The actual production facility was a little ways away, protected by the cartel, but fortunately away from the city so there was a lower chance of civilians getting caught in the cross-fire. Vargas sent two of his pack to survey the area for guard numbers and rotations.

You studied the aerial map, head tipped. The facility was not small. It would take several charges to bring it all down. And then there was the issue of the drug itself…

“I reached out to a friend to ask about this powder,” Vargas told you and Rodolfo. “He recommended gas masks and to cover our skin as much as possible.”

You nodded. Made sense. “Definitely don’t want to get a face full of that stuff,” you agreed lightly. “What are we doing with it?”

“Burning it.” Vargas shrugged when your gaze lifted to him. “Fastest way to dispose of it.”

You hummed acknowledgement of that, glancing briefly back at Rodolfo. His scent was comforting in its familiarity, something you couldn’t help but appreciate. He merely nodded once to you - the plan was set and solid, as far as he was concerned. Adjustments would be made once the two pack members came back with intel, but otherwise, you were all set.

Rodolfo walked with you to get ready when it was time. They had plenty of gear for you to use, and you raised your eyebrows just a little at the armory. Very well stocked.

“What is that look for?” Rodolfo raised one eyebrow at you.

“Little bit impressed,” you admitted, grabbing a knife. “That’s all.”

He puffed up a little, pride suffusing his scent. It took you a moment to realize why - proof he was able to provide. Not the typical way a potential mate proved they could provide, but, well… You liked this way better. You hid your smile, up until he decided to help you with your gear, double checking everything for you. His movements were slow, intentional, giving you every chance to move away.

You didn’t.

“Gonna let me return the favor?” you asked, tipping your head a little to drag your gaze over his gear.

He swallowed, but stopped in front of you, arms out in invitation. You sidled right into his personal space, checking his gear for him. And if you let your touches linger… well, that was between the two of you.

Okay, yes, you were flirting. You liked him. You liked his quiet confidence. You even liked his unsubtle hovering.

You rode with him and Vargas and one other pack member, watching out the window. The drive was quiet for the occasional remark, half in Spanish.

It was weird to be riding with a pack, feeling almost like one of them. It had been a long, long time since you’d been part of a pack.

The rest of the approach was on foot, going for stealth over speed. The other two cars joined your group, bringing the total count up to twelve. Rodolfo kept to your six, nodding you forward when you hesitated for a bare moment. You shot him a quick smile and advanced, steps silent. You noted all the high points you could, half-tempted to find an upper route to take. But no, the pack would not appreciate that. So you kept your feet on the ground.

Vargas had you all put on your masks before you approached the first layer of guards, just in case.

The first wave went down nearly silently, and you couldn’t help the thrum of satisfaction. You were a cat, okay, you were allowed to hold grudges.

Entry went as smoothly as could be managed - Vargas stole keys off one of the guards, making your entry easier. You took down two guards before they could raise the alarm, smirking at Vargas’s soft, “Good spotting.”

The group split into three smaller groups, since nobody knew exactly where the stockpile would be. Each group had one person with explosives, ready to be planted at strategic locations. All the better to blow this place.

You and Rodolfo switched off taking point, clearing your way through the facility. It was quiet, being the middle of the night, with mostly only guards around. The few workers you came across were quickly and quietly detained.

“Found the storage room,” Vargas spoke through the earpiece, and you paused to glance back at Rodolfo. “Keep masks on, we’re setting it on fire.”

You nodded briefly, seeing Rodolfo mirror the action, before you continued on with your sweep. Your group got the last charge planted and headed back to rendezvous at the entrance again.

Vargas did a quick visual headcount, nodded, and started back towards the car. He halted just far enough away, near the rise of a small hill, and turned back to look. The fire had already spread from the storage room, the orange glow clearly visible from this distance. He gave the order to detonate.

The blast was bigger than you’d anticipated, and you couldn’t help the grin that stretched your lips. A few of the others whooped or laughed.

Rodolfo’s hand settled at the dip of your lower back, under your vest, light but present. You hummed and leaned back ever so slightly into him. From the corner of your eye, you just saw Vargas’s teasing grin. But he didn’t say anything.

The ride back to base felt very celebratory, everyone pleased with a job well done with minimum casualties.

You, however, were too wired to sleep, and not in the mood for alcohol. So you slipped away from the others, breathing in deep. The air out here was crisp and fresh, the scents of the base familiar and grounding. It was a good night for a run, honestly.

“Everything alright?”

You startled at Rodolfo’s soft voice behind you. You hadn’t heard him approach at all. You half-turned to look at him, noting the way his lips pressed together, the humor in his eyes. Sneaky. “Yeah, fine. Just not in the mood for all that.” You made a vague motion back at the impromptu party.

“No?” Rodolfo took a single step closer to you, relaxed and curious. “What were you planning to do instead?”

“Honestly? I was thinking of going for a run.”

Rodolfo smiled slowly. “Then let’s go.”

You huffed, amused, and nodded back towards your room. “Meet you back here in a minute?”

He nodded once, and you headed back to your room. Not out of any sense of modesty, but it was much easier to change in your room so your clothes wouldn’t end up full of dirt. Or stolen as a prank. That had happened more than once.

As it was, you stripped down quickly and left your clothes carelessly on your bed before shifting. Much better. Especially since this time was easy and comfortable. You stretched your front legs out in a classic feline stretch before padding out of the room and back outside.

A wolf approached you, brown-red with a lighter cream underside. The tip of his tail was cream colored, like he’d dipped it in paint, and you huffed your amusement. He sniffed you, noses nearly touching, posture relaxed, tail wagging slowly. You huffed and licked his muzzle once before turning and trotting off. You didn’t have to look back to know he was following you.

The soldier at the gate didn’t even blink at the two of you, just opened the gate far enough for you both to get out.

Rodolfo took lead to start, loping easily away from base. You followed hot on his heels, enjoying the quiet sounds of the area the further you got from base.

Once you’d determined you were far enough away, you put on a burst of speed to catch up to the wolf, darting in front of him and then taking off to the side. He boofed once at you and gave chase.

The game of chase was relaxed, far too fun to be anything but playful. He caught you, then after a bit of chasing you caught him. Back and forth the two of you went, zig zagging across the land. You were conscious to not go anywhere he couldn’t follow, like up a tree.

Finally, though, he tackled you, teeth grabbing your ruff firmly enough to hold but not hurt. You rumbled but held still under him, allowing him the victory. He huffed through his nose, warm air ruffling your fur, before he laid down next to you instead. You looked down at him for a moment before you began cleaning his face, showing him your favor.

You shouldn’t like him so much. But you did. You wanted to learn more about him, spend more time with him. See how things went.

The two of you laid next to each other, quiet and content, for a while. Until the sky started to lighten. Then you stood, stretched, and nudged Rodolfo into getting up as well.

The trot back to base was easy and peaceful, and the two of you parted ways to go get some sleep. He nuzzled your neck one last time before trotting off to his own room.

You woke after far too little sleep to a call from Kate.

“How long until you can be ready to go?” she asked you, firm and businesslike as always.

“Where?” You blinked rapidly, trying to clear the sleep from your eyes and your brain. It was too damn early, but clearly duty called.

“A mutual friend found something worth investigating in Canada,” Kate told you. “I need you to do recon first.”

You groaned softly. “Canada?” you asked, only a little despairing. “Fuck.” You rolled out of bed, making a mental note to kill Logan. If you even could. You (and half the shifter community) were convinced he was a fucking demi-god or something, the way he just never died. “Give me a couple hours to figure out what’s going on here.”

“Three hours.” Kate hung up, and you blew out a breath.

Time to go find Alejandro.

#shifter au #rodolfo parra x reader #rodolfo parra x you #f!reader

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thisonehere · 3 months

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Hello, me again! Another request, could you do headcanons with the MK1 Earthrealmers and Liu Kang with a street racer reader? (Total Fast and Furious 1 and 2 vibes from this, BTW)

Hey you, welcome back.

Live Fast, Die Young

A/n: I'm gonna be honest with you, I barely know a single thing about the Fast and Furious franchise. But I'll try lol Tags: Request, SFW, F&F inspired C/w: None

Liu Kang

This was not what he had in mind when he brought you into the new timeline. He wanted something more peaceful for you, something that didn't put you in harm's way. Yet here you are, racing up and down dangerous roads, going on secret missions, and being involved in dirty money.

He worries about you, every moment you are together he tries to coax you out of this lifestyle. Yet you refuse, Liu Kang created you with a rebellious and fun-loving spirit. He thought it would be more beneficial to your safety...he was wrong.

He often sends Kuai, Tomas, geras, and whoever he can, to watch after you and make sure everything goes in your favour. Sometimes he himself will even come down and intervene. He can't seem to ever understand you. He offer you a life of peace, why won't you take it?

He worries whenever you aren't in his sight, he's scarred you've been thrown into jail, killed, or worse. He fears you might fall in with people like Kano and the black dragon. He fears that one day you'll make a deadly bet you fail to win. That your car will fail you and you crash. Every night he prays for your safety and the hope that you'll come back to him.

Johnny Cage

Oh man, this is exciting for him. Normally this type of thing is something he plays on the silver screen but to see you actually do stuff like this in real life is so thrilling for him. He barrages you with questions every chance he gets, he comes to your races to watch, he's your biggest cheerleader, and he bets a ridiculous amount of money for you, and if you lose? No problem, we'll get them next time.

He'll use you as his muse whenever he writes a screenplay that has anything to do with your profession. He bases his stories on your adventures (and maybe he mixes a bit of his own experiences in Outworld just for fun) he is often asked how he comes up with ideas and he just lies for your safety. "Oh, it just came to me. I'M A GENIUS!".

Sometimes he rides with you whenever you do your races or go on your missions. He whoops and hollers as you go into overdrive, he laughs hysterically as you pass others, he praises your every win and praises you when you lose.

Don't be fooled by how supportive he is, he still worries for you. Some nights he just asks you to stay home with him where it's safe. But you won't though, you promise you'll come back but he's often not too sure you will.

Kenshi

He is no stranger to being in dirty and dangerous business, he was part of the Yakuza after all. So when he finds out about your lifestyle he is quick to disapprove of this lifestyle. He is sure to lecture you and tell you how living like this is wrong.

He gets stressed whenever you are on the road, every time you rev your engine and speed away. Every moment you are in that car there is a risk that you'll crash and die. You seem to be getting in bed with some very shady people, it's bad enough that you're surrounded by enough shady people as it is, the low lives around you want to do terrible things to you and leave you dead, or worse.

He tries to convince you to stay with him and do something with him to keep you away from racing and the dirty money that surrounds it. Maybe he'll take you to the movies, dancing, to the Wu Shi Academy, anywhere he knows you'll be safe.

He will still attend any of your races and missions, he has to make sure you are safe. He acts as your bodyguard in a sense, being sure to protect you whenever any situation arises where you need him. But he can't always be there for you, and that scares him.

Kung Lao

Kung Lao has always been a lover of the fast lifestyle, anything thrilling, anything dangerous and he loves it. So it's no surprise that he gets along with you instantly. He used to think that everything in Earthrealm was boring and uneventful compared to something like Outworld or any other realm. But you proved him wrong.

You introduce him to this life and he can't get enough of it. He's there almost every moment he's free, he watches you race and he even places bets. He even insists that he started racing himself, and the adrenaline he feels when starts doing this is amazing. he never wants to stop.

But unfortunately, he does stop. Soon the glitz and glamour of racing fade away when he becomes more aware of the more shady and dangerous side. This gets worse and worse as he realizes all of the illegal stuff he and you were involved in.

He doesn't know what to do, he can't go to Liu out of shame, but he doesn't want to do this anymore. He especially doesn't want you to do this anymore. He tries his best to convince you to stop this, but you just won't listen. You love this life and you won't stop.

Raiden

He's confused. What exactly are you doing? Why are you doing this? His curiosity leads him to follow along and come with you to your races. He is confused and overwhelmed by all of this, Raiden doesn't like this. Why would you want to do this? He immediately realizes how corrupt and dangerous some of the things here are and he is quick to try and reason with you to get you to stop.

He tries to make you see how flawed living like this is, but unfortunately for him, his lectures fall on dead ears. You won't listen to him, you refuse to stop this, You cannot stop this. Maybe because you love the thrill or because of more personal reasons. Raiden realizes, that you'll never stop no matter how hard he tries. And this you two part ways.

Raiden can't help but still think about you whenever he is at the Wu Shi Academy. He wishes there was something he could do to more to convince you, but there wasn't much he could do. All that is left is for him to pray to the Elder Gods and hope that they will help you.

He will still attend some of your events, hoping to see, to know if you are alright. If you bumped into each other he'd congratulate you on your win and try to make small talk. But there isn't much to talk about, he's against what you do and there's not much more than that. It doesn't mean that he is not in love with you, how could he ever hate you? He misses you, he wishes every day that were by his side protecting the Earthrealm, not living this fast life.

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gothoffspring · 7 months

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Previously on Living a Nightmare;

Riley received an AMAZING chance card and jumped all the way to the top of the comedy career! He quickly became an overnight sensation and is now a one star celebrity! This is definitely Riley's biggest accomplishment and it means we'll have to spend a lot less time at work as the legacy progresses which I'm happy about!

Immediately after being promoted, Riley was flown out to Del Sol Valley to film his very FIRST comedy special titled "Hot and Heavy". It was a resounding success! "Hot and Heavy" was one of the most popular comedy albums of the entire year, and Riley has the plaques and posters to prove it. His life has skyrocketed in a very short amount of time. He's got a beautiful girlfriend, a job that he loves and grand ideas for what the future holds for him.

Monica decided she was ready for more and autonomously asked Riley if she could move in! They're both so infatuated with each other and don't want to waste any more time not being together.

Under the cut you can find some a lot more info on the gameplay aspect of the legacy and my future plans for the Burns family!

First of all, I had to extend the short lifespans just a LITTLE bit. Short is TOO short y'all, I can't. I still made them shorter than the normal lifespan. Lifespans are as follows:

Baby: 2 days

Infant: 6 days

Toddler: 8 days

Child: 11 days

Teen: 14 days

Young Adult: 18 days

Adult: 25 days

Elder: 8 days

We'll play out this first generation with these lifespans and see how it goes, I may have to adjust it a bit but I'm not sure. I really did not realize how difficult this challenge was going to be, because I get attached to my gameplay sims very fast. They're all gonna DIE so quickly, pray for me. I'm honestly excited to see how much progress we can make in a short amount of time though.

As far as future plans, I'm completely over Strangerville and it's annoying NPC's. I did not beat the Strangerville story and I was using a mod to toggle the story on and off, and sometimes I would forget to toggle it and it's just so frustrating. there should ABSOLUTELY be an option in the gameplay settings to turn the story off.

We are officially going to be moving to Chestnut Ridge! I figured it would be fun to try out some horse ranch gameplay and own a huge ranch. We're going to be taking out a loan in order to afford it, and Riley is going to keep working for a while as a top comedian before he retires and dedicates all of his time to the ranch. We're going to be attempting to survive by selling nectar, breeding horses/doing competitions, and farming! Monica may also pick up crocheting or cross stitching as a side hobby. Maybe canning?! I haven't done any canning at all yet! I know it makes little to no sense for them to be moving to a huge ranch from a very rundown home, but since Riley shot to stardom so fast I like to think he realized the first thing he wanted was a nicer home.

I think it fits Riley PERFECTLY. He's always wanted to make his own nectar and being a country boy at heart, Chestnut Ridge won't feel too far from home. Monica is also an animal enthusiast and VERY excited to get some animals, so it's going to be great for both of them. They've been doing some house hunting lately and they've almost found the perfect place. I've already moved some of their friends to Chestnut Ridge and given all of the original Chestnut Ridge townies little makeovers! I also added a couple more sims to the world just to fill it up a bit more. Riley and Monica will be making TONS of friends I'm sure. There's a bunch of couples ready to have babies at the same time as them which I'm excited about, gotta make sure our kids have friends!

I think that's it for now, but I did just want to say thank you so much to anyone who shows any kind of interest in following along with my gameplay. I know I've been widlly inconsistent and have rarely been posting gameplay, but I truly believe that's about to change as I dive back into this legacy and get things rolling again!

#ts4 #the sims 4 #ts4 legacy #ts4 gameplay #ts4 edit #ts4 screenshots #nightmare legacy #living a nightmare #living a nightmare g1 #riley burns #monica burns #sims 4 legacy #HERE WE GO #i literally wrote an essay under the cut a lot is happening #posting this now so we can get to new gameplay tomorrow AHhHh

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sasusakucoded · 5 months

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When Sakura and Sarada go on a trip and leave the house for a couple of days, Sakura makes sure that everything has been checked to avoid accidents. She also ensures that they have a parepared itinerary.

Sakura: Dear, did you unplug everything in your room?

Sarada: Yes, Mama.

Sakura: *checks the stove if it's turned off* Okay.. *checks the fridge door if it's really closed*

Sarada: *watches her*

Sakura: *double checks if the faucet is not leaking* Okay, good. Let's go?

Sarada: Yeah!

Sakura: *double locks the door; tries to turn the doorknob*

Sarada: Mama, where do we go from here?

Sakura: We'll take the train and walk to our hotel.

Sarada: *nods* Do you know the way to the hotel? I can find it on the map if you want.

Sakura: No need, dear. I studied it last night. *smiles*

Sarada: Awesome, let's go! *smiles*

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When the two travel with Sasuke, it's a different story though.

Sarada: *watches her Mama and Papa*

Sakura: *finishes ironing the vest; leaves to hang it*

Sasuke: *unplugs the iron*

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Sakura: *takes the kettle off the stove; leaves it as is*

Sarada: Mama—

Sasuke: *turns off the stove*

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Sakura: *gets containers from the overhead cupboard*

Sarada: *about to get up to close them*

Sasuke: *closes the cupboard doors*

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Sakura: *washes the containers in the sink; leaves the faucet open*

Sarada: *sighs; walks to the sink*

Sasuke: *turns it off*

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Sakura: *lights incense sticks and scented candles around the house*

Sasuke: *puts them out before they leave*

Sarada: /thinks/ Oh, I almost forgot about them.

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Sakura: Are you excited? We haven't been to that prefecture before.

Sarada: Yes! I can't wait! Can I see our itinerary please?

Sakura: Oh.. I— I didn't make one dear.. I only have the details to our lodge.

Sasuke: *makes a mental note to create an itinerary*

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Sarada: *goes out*

Sakura: *goes out; continues walking with Sarada*

Sarada: Wait, Mama. Papa is still.. *looks back*

Sasuke: *double locks their door*

Sakura: Don't worry about your Papa. He walks so fast. He'll catch up— *Sasuke is beside them* See?

Sasuke: Hn.

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Sasuke: I'll just go to the concierge and ask about the place.

Sakura: Sure, Anata. Thank you!

Sasuke: *takes his cloak and leaves*

Sarada: Mama.. I don't know if you're tired or what.. But I noticed that you were being so careless this morning.. Are you okay?

Sakura: Oh. *giggles* Yeah! I'm definitely okay.

Sarada: Then why did you forget half of the things you used to do?

Sakura: Ah.. Because your Papa is here..

Sarada: Huh?

Sakura: When your Papa is around, I don't have to worry about anything. He's there to make sure that everything is in order. *chuckles*

Sarada: Really?

Sakura: Maybe you didn't notice before because we only call you when it's time to go.. But we've always been doing that.

Sarada: Come to think of it, it did look normal to Papa.

Sakura: Yes and he likes it too! Taking care of us.. Taking care of the house.. *giggles*

Sarada: *smiles* Then that's great! You both get to enjoy the trip better!

Sakura: Yes! Just like now.. He's asking around about the place. When he's back, he'll have a list of places to visit, how to get there, and what to buy.

Sarada: *nods* I can't wait to roam around!

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Sasuke: *goes to the side of the road, so his girls are safe from the vehicles*

Sakura: Let's visit that shop! *points at the cute shop in the left side of the road*

Sarada: Yes, Mama!

Sasuke: /thinks/ So, from the lodge, we went straight then right. Now we're going to the left side. There's this big gate, which is hard to miss when we go back.

Sarada: *pulls his sleeve gently* Papa! Can we also buy souvenirs for my friends?

Sasuke: *smiles* Of course. The souvenir shop is a bit farther but we'll also go there.

Sarada: Yay! Thanks, Papa!

#sasusaku #sasusaku headcanon #ss headcanon #uchihas #sasusakusara #sscoded no 284

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i'd been putting off making this post because i've genuinely been anxious & really nervous about it, but things are getting more real as time goes on and i've just gotta bite the bullet >< so guys, we don't normally do this, but.. we really need to ask for some financial help. near the beginning of the year, pawmie (my fiance & business partner) had been experiencing some pretty bad jaw pain. fast forward a dentist appointment and they found what was thought to be a cyst in their jaw due to how their wisdom tooth was growing in wrong. after multiple doctor visits, they concluded it was a noncancerous, but aggressive tumor. after a lot of fear and anxiety and more specialist visits, we've finally got a surgery (one of possibly more) to remove it. this will require them losing that side of their jaw, and getting metal in its place. they've never had any sort of surgery before, and needless to say we're both pretty scared, but we've got a lot of emotional support from friends and family who're helping us through it, and they mean the world to us!!! (and that includes everyone who supports us here & other places, it really really means a lot!) however, being this is a rather complicated issue, it's coming with a lot of medical costs.. we only recently got pawmie on some form of insurance and while they're covering the surgery itself (I'M ALMOST POSITIVE) , there's been a plethora of things they won't cover that are really imperative for pawmie's health. the biggest reason i've been on such an adopt posting kick is because we're slowly working up funds to take care of all of this. of course it's not our only means but, to put it gently, we're just really in a very tight spot financially for a lot of reasons, but we're doing our best ><. and that brings me to why i'm making this post... i'm doing everything i can right now to at least get us somewhere but to an extent we just can't manage this all on our own. i truly sincerely hate asking for help in this way, but at this point and i hate to say it, we're a little desperate. ideally, i want to try to raise $5000 to help cover medical costs, transportation, medicine, and groceries that we'll be needing for their recovery. however this is a lot a lot a looot of money and i by no means expect or am asking for large donations, i also want to offer something back be it art or customs. we also have a kofi where as a member you can see when we upload personal art, adopt previews (that you can claim before they get posted here to toyhouse at a cheaper price!), we have plenty of free content for members to download and use like bases for adopts, coding, etc. i'm also making a direct donation commissions section on our kofi where i'll be offering art/redesigns/customs/etc for certain amounts of donation, https://ko-fi.com/plushpon/commissions

#text post #i wouldn't normally post this sort of thing here #but any help is sincerely appreciated #its absolutely ok if you can't donate!!!

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eyesandtentacles · 1 year

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People only like Toji because he's attractive

I saw a comment on Tik Tok saying something along those lines and honestly it didn't sit right with me.

Of course, people are free to have their own opinion and you don't have to like Toji, but I believe that there is much more to his character.

So this is a post where I talk about the things that I personally appreciate about Toji Fushiguro. We'll start simple and get deeper as we go on. So strap yourselves in because this is going to be a long one.

Spoilers for the upcoming season 2 of Jujutsu Kaisen.

First let me start by saying that yes,

Toji is indeed very attractive

Look at this fine specimen of a man. No wonder the fandom goes crazy for him.

His design is certainly aesthetically pleasing. The worm curling around his body and the tight shirt and baggy pants he's wearing emphasize his muscles and tiny waist making your eyes run all over him. His black hair falls on his handsome face nicely and the scar on his lips draws attention to it and adds a little bit of spice, just enough to tie this whole meal together.

He is built like a snack and boy am I hungry!

But enough about his looks. Looks isn't the only thing he has to offer.

Toji has a superhuman body

Similarly to Maki, Toji is affected by Heavenly Restriction. His body is incredibly strong and fast and in exchange he possesses no cursed energy. But he doesn't even need cursed energy to see curses, because his senses are just that sharp and enhanced! He truly is an anomaly and if the jujutsu society recognised his potential instead of abusing him for being different, he would definitely be classified as a special grade sorcerer.

Dude's a beast so he makes any battle that he takes part in fun and exciting to watch. He also had some interesting matchups allowing him to show off how skilled he is as a fighter.

We got to see him battle with Gojo,Geto and a disaster curse, all of them considered special grade and he won all but one of his encounters with them. However, that one loss was from the second battle with Gojo AKA the strongest sorcerer alive, who he almost killed on their first one, so that shows how superior his combat skills can really be.

But Toji doesn't only depend on his body to do the work.

Toji is smart

When tasked with the mission to kill Riko Amanai, instead of charging in right away, he simply sits and waits while others try their hand on the assassination.

But why is Toji waiting?

It's because he knows that Gojo is protecting this girl and he knows what he is capable off, so he chose to take things slow. By putting the money reward for the job on the internet and offering it to anyone who was successful in killing the target, he ensured that the protection squad would be constantly on edge. He even put a time limit on the offer to deceive them into believing that they only needed to be careful for a certain amount of time. As a result, when the time limit had passed and the group let their guard down Toji striked by putting a sword through Gojo's chest, an attack that would be lethal if it weren't faced with such a strong opponent.

He also took advantage of the fact that his lack of cursed energy makes him invisible to the security system of Jujutsu High and to the sorcerers around him. He made sure that his first strike against Gojo was with a normal sword and switched to a cursed tool when the surprise attack didn't work.

But where did that tool come from? And if it has cursed energy wouldn't it be detected?

Well that's where the worm comes in....

So basically, in order to keep the advantage of being invisible due to the lack of cursed energy and to always have weapons available, Toji keeps this cursed spirit on his stomach and whenever he needs something he simply vomits it out and does his thing. Kinda gross but very effective.

Honestly it's terrifying how this man can use his body and anything else that is available to quickly come up with a strategy to kick your ass. Being his opponent must be a total nightmare since Toji is brutal and cares only about one thing and that is money.

Or maybe there is something more........

Toji cares about his family

Now I know what you're going to say and I agree.

Toji is a terrible father.

Not only did he abandon his son but he also sold him to the Zenins. That ain't exactly father of the year material. Despite this, there are moments that show that he loves his family.

One of those moments is when he recalls Megumi and that he was the one who named him. I refuse to believe that Toji woke up and chose a random name for his son, especially since Megumi means Blessing so he must have put some thought into it.

Additionally, in his dying moments he thought about his son and his wife and it was obvious that it's a memory that's dear to him. At first he chose to not say anything when asked about his last words, but changed his mind when he remembered Megumi, informing Gojo that he will be sold in the Zenin family and to do with that as he pleases. That ensured Gojo taking Megumi under his care and protection.

Another moment is when Toji is back as a mindless puppet in Shibuya, fighting purely on instinct the strongest person in the room and when that person happened to be Megumi he froze, his eyes literally softening at the sight of his boy and he regained control long enough to ask a question and then kill himself to ensure that he won't bring him any more harm.

But wait, you may ask, if he cares this much about Megumi why did he abandon and sell him?

Well the answer to that is a simple but sad one.

Toji is a broken man

Toji is a Zenin, a member of one of the most important clans in jujutsu society. But because he was born with no cursed energy he was abused by the family and left it completely unstable.

Look at this panel. His eyes look so empty and tired. This was before he left from the clan and started to work as an assassin.

However, even while he was away from this toxic environment, the damage had been done. Toji definitely had issues regarding his self-worth. He kept trying to prove that someone like him can be strong and defeat sorcerers. He referred to himself as a ''useless monkey who can't even use jujutsu''. He kept saying while selling his son that unlike him, his son had potential since he had a cursed technique.

And in the end, in the battle that led to his death, instead of fleeing, he chose to stay and fight because he was facing Gojo and being able to crush him, the strongest sorcerer alive, would discredit the society that deemed him worthless.

His trauma caused him to ignore his survival instincts and led to his demise.

This trauma was also the reason why he abandoned and sold Megumi. When he met his wife, Toji was able to calm down and become a bit more stable. He loved and really cared about this woman. But she died soon after Megumi was born, leaving Toji once again unstable but with a baby in his care.

At this point, his issues about his worth once again kicked in and he probably felt that he wouldn't be able to raise his son properly. So he sold him to the Zenin family, promising them that the kid would develop a good cursed technique and asking them to take care of him. In his mind, the place that he grew up would be better for Megumi since he had potential.

I'm guessing that before dying he realised that that environment would still be bad even for Megumi so he told Gojo about the deal maybe because he was hopeful that Gojo would help the kid. And of course that's exactly what happened.

So when Toji appears once again in Shibuya and comes face to face with Megumi he asks him a simple question.

What's your name?

And when Megumi replied with Fushiguro instead of Zenin I'm sure that that made Toji feel happy and relieved.

All of this of course doesn't excuse any of his actions but it certainly explains them.

And all of his actions had some effect on the story.

Toji is an important part of the plot

Before he even appears in the anime, Toji has already made his impact. He was considered an anomaly and his mere existence was bound to affect the story in some way.

There were so many moments where we see how he affected it.

By almost killing Gojo, he made him realise his full potential and become the strongest.

By killing Riko Amanai, he caused Geto's spiral and existential crisis leading him to leave Jujutsu High and become a villain, only to later die and have his body used by Kenjaku for his big plan.

By killing Riko Amanai, he also stopped the merging with Master Tengen, something that had massive consequences and would be taken advantage of by Kenjaku in the future.

By telling Gojo about Megumi, he caused Gojo to take him under his protection, training him and raising him with much more care that the Zenin family ever would.

All of these moments are vital.

All of them caused by him.

Toji was an important piece to the whole puzzle of this story and without him Jujutsu Kaisen would not be complete.

And just like that, we have reached the end.

Once again I'd like to say that you can believe whatever you want about Toji but simply reducing him to just an attractive character is a bit of a disservice to him, no?

Apologies for the chaotic writing I have way too many thoughts and can't articulate them properly.

Thank you to anyone who has read this far <3

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk manga #jjk spoilers #jjk toji #toji fushiguro #no you don't understand I'm obsessed #toji girlies come get your juice #he is so handsome #but he is also an interesting character #hope that you all like this #might write more

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mysteryshoptls · 11 months

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SR Ace Trappola Apprentice Chef Personal Story: Part 1

"Master Chef"

Part 1 (Part 2)

[Cafeteria – Judging Venue]

Master Chef ― Ace Version ～ Let’s Make Minestrone 1～

―A little while before cooking starts.

Ace: Welp, here goes Master Chef. It's a bit of a pain, but I'll just bang out this class as fast as I can.

Idia: Sheesh, he was all smiles during the greetings, but now he's completely changed… I can't understand these kinds of folk with their absurd communication skills…

Ace: Hm? Did you say something? Why the long face, Idia-senpai?

Idia: Eeek!? N-N-N-No, uh… N-Nothing… It's just…

Idia: J-Just that you look real confident… But does anything in the world really go that smoothly, I wonder?

Ace: It'll be fine. It's a program aimed towards amateurs, so it's not gonna be anything too difficult!

Ghost Chef: Alright, you two, we're about to start. Ace-kun, Idia-kun, start heading towards the kitchen.

Ace: Okaaay! Thanks for taking us under your wing!

[Kitchen]

Ghost Chef: Now, we're going to have you make a Minestrone, Ace-kun.

Ghost Chef: We have in stock some thick and tasty looking bell peppers today, so let's try to put more in the soup than normal.

Ace: A minestrone, huh… Sure, sure, that's that tomato-flavored soup that we sometimes get on our lunch plates.

Ace: That's got a ton of ingredients, sounds like it'll be a hassle. Is this really something a beginner like me should be doing?

Ghost Chef: Hahah, no need to act up. All you'll have to do is cut up the ingredients and let them simmer.

Ace: Really? That's it? Whaaaat, that's so easy!

Ghost Chef: But, like you said, there are a ton of ingredients, so you'll need to put in a little bit of effort.

Ghost Chef: Alright, let's start with cutting this bell pepper in half lengthwise. Once you've taken out all the seeds, cut it up into smaller pieces.

Ace: Okaaay. How small are you wanting it?

Ghost Chef: For this dish, we want the bell pepper to be the main ingredient, so it should be a bit bigger than the other ingredients… Maybe about 2cm squares.

Ace: 2 cm squares, huh. Gotcha.

[chop, chop, chop, chop, chop…]

Ghost Chef: Good, good, not bad. They're all really close in sizes, and you're handling that knife well.

Ace: Heheh, thaaaanks. I haven't really used knives that much, but I've watched the upperclassmen use them back in the dorm all the time.

Ghost Chef: Ah, right, you're a Heartslabyul student. Do you often help out with making their pastries?

Ace: Yeah, sometimes I get stuck with that duty. But usually I'm just helping out the upperclassmen, so I don't know how to do anything too difficult.

Ghost Chef: I see, so you learned this from watching them. You must have been really skilled to be able to pick these abilities just by watching.

Ace: Thanks! But hey, this is pretty easy, so.

Ghost Chef: Haha, well, that's promising to hear. Then, I'll bring over the other ingredients, so go ahead and chop up the remaining bell peppers for me.

Ace: Okaaaay ♪

Ace: …Whew. Just like I thought, it's not that hard at all.

Ace: Doo-doo ♪ Master Chef is the bestest～ ♪

Ghost Chef: Oh my, aren't you in a good mood? Have you finished cutting up the bell peppers?

Ace: Ah, I'm almost done…

Ace: EH!!?

[THUD]

Ace: Ch-Chef… What's with this crateful of veggies…? You're not saying that I'm gonna be using all of these now―

Ghost Chef: Ahahah, well, of course there isn't a pot out there in the universe that can hold this much.

Ace: Ahahah, riiiight! Whew, that scared me…

Ghost Chef: Well, in the end, I'll have you go through everything here. But for now, I think you only need this many onions, and…

[THUD]

Ghost Chef: This should be enough for one dish.

Ace: JUST ONE DISH!? AND YOU'RE TELLING ME I'M GONNA BE CHOPPING UP THE REST OF THE VEGGIES AFTER THIS, TOO?!

Ghost Chef: That's right～ Soup is a popular dish, both by itself, and as part of a set, so we'll need a lot of ingredients.

Ghost Chef: We're not only going to be making the minestrone in this pot, but in a few others as well, so we'll have you prepare it all!

Ace: You serious…? Sure, it's just cutting up veggies, but still, this amount is just…

Ghost Chef: Oh come now, you're so skilled, Ace-kun, so I'm sure it will end swiftly! Now here, start peeling these onions!

Ace: Yessir…

Ace: ...I take back what I said earlier. SURE IT AIN'T DIFFICULT, BUT THERE'S JUST WAY TOO MUCH TO DO!!!!!

Part 1 (Part 2)

Requested by Anonymous.

#twisted wonderland #twst #ace trappola #idia shroud #twst ace #twst idia #twst translation #twst masterchef

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cardiophilestuff · 1 year

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Babe? Why are you still awake??? It's literally 2 am, you should be sleeping, you have to go to work tomorrow.

What...what do you say? You can't sleep? But why? Oh, you're feeling unwell? My poor darling...

What? Your chest feels "weird"? Let me just put my hand on your chest to- oh, wow, your heart's racing and pumping so hard against my palm. That's strange...Wait- I think I see it beating like outside of your chest! Do you feel it? I mean, without even putting your hand on it? A bit, huh? Babe, did you have some caffeine or theine before going to bed? Not even a little bit... Maybe you are anxious? Neither... You're just starting to panic with all these things I'm telling you about your heart?

Okay, now listen to me, sweetheart. I know what I've said might seem terrifying, but I assure you there's really nothing to worry about. Yeah, for real, you can trust me. Hey, hey, try to relax for me okay? Take some deep breaths... Again...One more time... You're doing very good, honey.

So, now that you calmed down a little, I'd like to have a listen to your heart. No, I promise, you're not gonna die, babe, you're really not, I just wanna make sure at 100% that there's nothing to worry about, both as a girlfriend and as a doctor! Okay, so please lie down and lift your shirt while I grab my stethoscope. Okay, there we go. Just breathe normally and relax. Very well.

Ssh, ssh, please don't talk while I'm listening to your heart sounds. We'll talk about it later. Anyway, your heart rate is still high for a resting one. I count around 110 bpm. Are you sure you're not experiencing any anxiety? No? Well, if you say so...

Okay, sweetheart, your heart sounds perfect to me, if we forget about that fast rhythm. But even if I really wanna know what's going on with your heart, I think all I can do right now for you is to give you some sedatives to lower your heart rate and help you sleep. But remember, if you still feel unwell tomorrow before going to work, I strongly advise you to call your boss and take a day off. No, I'm not joking. And if you don't do it, you can be sure I will. Really, you think I won't? Well, we'll see... Now, I'm gonna give you the medication, you really need to sleep, babe. However, I'm gonna stay by your side, to make sure that all goes well by taking your pulse while you fall asleep. If you feel you're getting worse, tell me immediately. Okay, here we go... Gimme your wrist. Or maybe you'd rather have me directly listening to your heart by resting my head on your chest? You're up for that? Perfect, lemme just change quickly, that white coat is not comfortable enough to sleep in, you know? Now that I'm ready, I'll rest my head on your chest, making sure everything's alright while the sedative is irrigating your whole body. Mmh, I already can tell that it's beating more calmly. How sweet is the sound of your heart calming down...

#cardiophile story #cardiophilia #cardiophile #heartbeat #fast heartbeat #stething #steth

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fierceawakening · 1 year

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So, actual question about actual gaslighting:

Mom tells me that my birthday gift is a table from IKEA that she and dad are buying me. I'm happy about this, as I very much do need a table. The one I have is one they were getting rid of when they moved into an apartment more suited to them aging in place, and is a lovely table but is way the fuck too big for my small apartment so I'm happy about this.

We go to IKEA. Somehow they forget that this is an hour each way and everyone is frustrated and annoyed at the trip taking so long so we're all kind of snippy while we're there. Which is maybe not great but I'm just kinda, eh, shit happens, I'm finding a table. Whatever.

TO MY PERCEPTION, my mom has a thing about people getting snippy. She starts to get really nervous and uncomfortable and make a big deal out of it, where I personally would prefer we just all laugh it off. "Oh fuck, we're all tired and cranky and forgot how fucking HUGE an IKEA is. Ow, argh, welcome to the universe, we all want to commit murder now but are too tired, woe is us, ha ha ha." But, again, as I perceive it, this is Not Okay with my mom, who really wants everyone to act happy and grateful all the time. It's TO ME like she can't see grateful if you're not beaming, and it baffles me.

BUT I am not her, and I could be downplaying that I'm curt to the point of mean, so let's presume that I'm terrible and grouchy and should really be less of both given that this is a present for me. Okay. I suck. Let's go.

Well, things get worse. We go to have dinner after, and I say we should wait until we get back to town and know the restaurants, and that while I know she practices intermittent fasting religiously "it's never actually the end of the world to mess up your diet once due to extenuating circumstances, we can push dinnertime to 6:30."

Well she LOSES IT because I called her fasting a diet and we have an argument which culminates in us eating at a terrible Mexican place we all absolutely hate so it won't be 6:30 at which point she absolutely cannot eat.

We're all tired and grumpy and annoyed because that was exhausting They take the table home with them and tell me they'll come back tomorrow (today) to assemble it, and then, since this is about my birthday, we'll go out to lunch for my bday. (I could SWEAR I asked if it was OK that that would take attention away from Mother's Day and she said it's fine, but maybe I don't remember?)

Anyway, we're all still exhausted and kind of annoyed, and now we're assembling furniture. I'm tired and hungry and looking forward to lunch, and from MY PERSPECTIVE I'm still in a bit of a snippy mood but I don't THINK I'm doing anything terrible.

But she gets super upset. Why am I not happy? Why am I not excited? Why did I not immediately mention Mother's Day? And I'm just like oh man can I just focus on putting a table together? And she's like why am I talking in the way I'm talking? MY answer to which is that we're all tired and run down and it's normal, but she doesn't like this.

Finally she tells me that she's not going to go with me to lunch if "I can't behave decently."

I'm hurt about this, but I don't want to promise that I can "behave decently" because I know from experience that trying to mask in front of her makes things worse, not better.

So I say, "You need to make up your own mind. I am not sure I can mask my snippiness until I have eaten and calmed down. If this is a dealbreaker for you, please just drop us off and we'll catch back up with you. If it's not, I'll probably be fine once I've rested and have some food in me."

I feel like this makes sense, and actually even like maybe it would help! I can't vow to never be visibly tired or annoyed, but I can be aware she dislikes it and tell her I'll catch her later when it won't put her on edge.

But her reaction to that is basically that I want license to behave badly, and that I don't care about her enough to "be decent." She goes with us, but the whole time talks about how unfair it is that I be allowed to "not be decent."

I eat the food and enjoy the restaurant, and as I predicted, this helps me to feel calmer and present as less obviously irritated. I am hurt deeply by the "not decent" remark but able to hide those feelings as I'm calmer. Everything is fine. Ish.

...

AITA or is she? I mean, I think she is, but... if I am abusive or cruel and giving myself a pass, I feel like I should know that.

I just... Idk. I don't feel like anyone else does this. Like, friends and loved ones have seen me annoyed. And they don't necessarily like it, but there isn't the same sense that I'm incapable of being decent.

Dafuq do I do about this? I love my mom but I'm so tired of feeling like I can't just... be pissed off, lest it hurt her in some way, when it seems like me being pissed off in front of other people is treated like it's, maybe not perfect, but normal.

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rodismancave · 7 months

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A reminder to new folks because I feel I need to say this. It's a few specific rules and more of a 'this is how i roleplay' thing. It kinda got away from me fast but alas, I don't want to make anyone uncomfortable for any reason so I just said what I feel i need to say to make that happen.

My muse is mean. It's usually nothing personal but he is Mean if provoked. There is a line and it is Thin.

This extends to his friends, mostly as a show of ease around them and as jokes, its just how he is. a little jokey joke. he says things without thinking and sometimes that leads to misunderstanding or an otherwise "cruel" comment. He normally doesnt mean it like that (unless he does)

this account is like 80% crack. i am here to have fun and be silly. if you take me seriously and get offended by it then I'm sorry but frankly, I have stated this many, many times. I do roleplay serious stuff, I do focus on a little bit of storytelling every once in a while, but for the most part I am silly and quirky. My portrayal won't always be 100% ic, sometimes a little ooc is healthy, for the bit. I stay committed to the bit, always.

Of course. if he's mean to your muse and you don't like it then you can let me know and I'll tone it down. I'll never be an asshole to people I dont know are 100% down to it or who aren't familiar with how my muse acts. However, sometimes being mean is in character with my muse and theres no other way around it. But the more intense, "i want to cause psychic damage" convos I will always ask if its okay for my muse to go hard on yours.

Rodimus is aware of the multiverse. This does not mean he's aware of the history of each multiverse. He may be aware of them, briefly, but he is really not going to dwell on it much and if you expect him to know it he just. wont. He doesn't really care all that much. This is also to say that he may confuse your muse for someone in his crew because of looking alike, and will treat you as such unless proven otherwise.

There are no people who are "canon" to Rodimus' crew, not at the moment. The only ones who I can say with confidence who are in his crew are @weavingmemoir and @stealthfeline, who are also my muses. This is for practicality. If your muse is part of the Lost Light crew in general, though (brainstorm, whirl, megatron, etc) you can respond to my lost light posts as if you were a member of his crew, I dont really mind. Like I said: commitment to the bit, always. The bit is always funnier when more people join.

Don't pretend like your muse knows mine and vice versa without talking to me first. This is mostly about muses outside G1 and IDW, or even people in IDW that Rodimus never really met, as well as OCs. It isn't really towards muses who HAVE interacted with Rodimus at least a few times. It is Awkward having to figure that out, and I'm not particularly a fan of having to dig around for people's relationships to understand what's going on between your muse and mine.

I don't really care if your muse is banging another Rodimus, or anyone else from his crew. Like I genuinely do not care, and neither does he.

I'll always make adjustments if you ask me to. I'll create new verses to fit with your muse, but that requires communication first and foremost. This also goes for events, if you want in on an event just talk to me and we'll see about it together. My events are never 100% thought out because I like leaving space for other participants to have a say in what happens. I just think its fun, like a group project (but less stressful)

When interacting with me I ask to lay off on the quirky colors and varying different fonts in one single reply. I have a lot of difficulty reading things like that and it strains my vision and it gives me a headache. Just, always have the same font throughout, and if there are different fonts, please let them be at least readable. The standard tumblr fonts are fine, except 'lucille', and the small font tends to me specially frustrating sometimes.

This is a g1/idw based blog. I take stuff i like from g1 and stuff i like from idw and i slam it together until I have something I like. Rodimus does not like the prime title, he does not miss being a prime, and he absolutely does not appreciate being called one, unless its doing things for his ego or to make himself look greater than he is. He is an Ass.

#ooc / misty forest #long post i guess.#goooooooooood afternoon everypony i yam going to go back to drawing art trades LOL bye

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crystalprofessor · 2 months

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headcanon; rewriting an old one I lost in the purge. (It actually does still exist on my headcanon sideblog but it's old and stinky so we're replacing it anyway.) Battling! League Rules, Pokemon Moves, and Street Battling!

All battles fall into one of two categories: League, which is anything officially regulated by the League itself, and Street, what we as players of pokémon would refer to as random trainer encounters. At least, that's the surface level definition of it. In actuality, Street Battling is more of a subculture within pokémon trainers.

"Street Battling" as a term was coined around when the modern Pokémon League and Gym System was first established, but as it encompasses basically all battles prior to that point, it goes without saying that it had existed for about as long as people have been doing competitive pokémon battling. In fact, the League—or at least the Gym and Championship system, which we'll just assume is what I mean when I say 'League' from here on out—was sort of established in response to Street Battling.

As competitive battling became more and more popular among trainers and organized competition began to take off, the League was born out of a necessity to regulate it, mainly to mitigate possible damage and injuries to participants. These standards have changed a lot since the old days, but broadly, what they define are the limits of a battlefield, definitions of what constitutes a "legal" move, restrictions on how many pokémon could battle at a time, what counts as a pokémon being incapable of battle, and so forth. You know, sports stuff. A lot of that is self explanatory, so we're gonna focus on the one that sounds the most confusing: Moves.

"Abby, don't pokémon just Inherently Know Moves?" Well, yeah, sure, but that's abstraction for the sake of a video game. (Pokémon but with Nintendogs rules where you have to reinforce what you mean by "vine whip" by saying it into the crappy little speaker repeatedly and praying your bulbasaur understands would probably get old fast.) In reality, trainers have to... well, train their pokémon. They're all capable of doing those things, obviously, but the exact conditions and circumstances under which they use them are the matter of League regulation. Basically: you can use your bulbasaur's vines to whack the other guy's pokémon, and that's a legal move called Vine Whip, but you can't use them as a tripwire. Using Ice Beam to attack another pokémon directly is fine, but using it to create a slippery surface? Illegal until relatively recently. It also puts some limits on how intense certain moves are allowed to be, such as Earthquake, in the interest of making sure spectators and trainers don't come to any harm. (Fun fact! 'Dig' was not a legal move for a surprisingly long time. It was pretty controversial when it was finally added, but nowadays you wouldn't know as it's basically a staple.)

So, in short, the league defined a number of "legal" moves usable in official battles, mainly defined by the capabilities of pokémon native to whatever region they were regulating, so on and so forth. It was pretty rudimentary in the early days, honestly, and so it didn't really take off much at first. At least not until the League started cracking down a bit more on enforcing these regulations outside of official battles in order to normalize them. Trainers battling outside of League Facilities could be hit with strikes on their trainer cards or even fines and jail time depending on the "severity". You know, like how jaywalking was a made up crime to make cars the norm. There is something to be said for the reduction of injuries after these practices became standard, but most experts nowadays agree it was pretty excessive.

Anyway, moving on, the League Standard would eventually become the accepted norm and very rarely would you see trainers deviating from them. One vs. one battles, with a restricted selection of usable moves, limitations on how much you could alter the battlefield, and predetermined boundaries for battling within. Which, in turn, made the league way more popular, because—duh, everybody already knows the rules! It lowered the barrier to entry and made the Gym Battle a standard challenge.

But you know who hates being told what to do? That's right, punk-ass teens! Well, alright, the trainers who popularized the modern Street Battle format were not, in fact, all teens, but it was associated with that sort of counterculture in the same way skateboarding was for a long time. Trainers who were frustrated with the restrictive and oftentimes repetitive nature of League Battles would host unsanctioned tournaments with looser rules (in varying degrees), oftentimes hosted in "non-standard" battlefields, such as densely forested areas, steep cliffs, back streets, and other areas with more obstacles and challenges than the League Standard open battlefield. This counterculture of "Street Trainers," as they were called, became pretty popular, even as League regulations loosened somewhat with the advancement of research and technology.

Street Battling remains a pretty popular trainer subculture and has been able to make the move to be less "underground" in the years since it originated. While the image associated with it still tends to be reckless teens breaking the rules for fun, the Street Battle scene is actually most popular with very experienced trainers looking to shake the "meta" of what does and doesn't work in League Battles and get to test the limits of their pokémons' abilities and their own skills as a trainer. Formats like double, triple, and rotation battles were officially added to most leagues after being popularized by the Street Battling community, and several facilities, like the Battle Towers, were established by the league in an interest of catering to such trainers.

Now, most Street Battle rules are completely determined by the individuals organizing tournaments, preferences of the trainers involved, the actual limitations of where they are, etc.—but there are two pretty universally accepted rules that the community abides by.

First—don't do anything that'll get you arrested and/or killed, stupid. You'd think it would go without saying, but some people need reminding. Causing any major property damage (that you'll get caught for), trespassing in actively dangerous locations (such as active construction sites), and doing any permanent harm to the other party are all examples of taboos that most seasoned street trainers will give you the boot for. (Trespassing on the whole can be a bit controversial, but most will ignore it as long as the location is confirmed to be safe. Nobody's really going to get mad for hosting your tournament in the empty husk of an old shopping mall or something as long as you keep it subtle enough that nobody's getting caught.)

Second—the only League regulation that is universally abided by is the definition of a "faint," the point at which a pokémon is no longer fit to battle. This is because the League Standard is, 100%, a pretty thoroughly-researched safety regulation. While most pokémon can, in theory, continue battling beyond the point of a faint, they absolutely should not as it risks severe and permanent harm. This is one that, if you break, you will almost certainly immediately be ejected from the group and not welcomed back. Trainers who do this are more or less blacklisted from local Street Battling communities.

#research notes ♦ worldbuilding hc.#kris loves street battling!#she's been around the goldenrod community for a while #she prefers it to league battling particularly for research purposes because it allows her to collect a lot more data #more versatile information from a wider array of pokémon and trainers than you would usually see doing the gym challenge #since becoming regional prof she doesn't have a ton of time to do tournaments anymore but she will join them on occasion #cut for length.

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UNDER YOUR SKIN || JJK || Ch. 31

Pairings: tattoist!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, friends to lovers, tattoo au, virgin reader.

Summary: You were awful on anything related to flirting, guys and sex. He was the perfect ladies man. You wanted to get rid of your virginity. And he was there to help you with everything you needed. You didn't have the best start, but that didn't mean you wouldn't have the best of the endings.

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I know what he's doing when I wake up and I see him serving our breakfast on my tiny kitchen table, wearing nothing but his baggy jeans. While he's pouring the juice on one of the two glasses, I pay attention to the way the muscles in his arm tense while holding the juice brick. The colorful designs only make me want to slide my fingers over it. Not happy with that, he also collected his hair in a messy tail -knowing how down I am for those.

I know perfectly what he's trying to do. He smirks as soon as he's aware of how it's working against me.

He's such an asshole for this.

—Good morning, cocktease —he finally greets with a smile on his face—. Slept well?

—Great —he sits on the chair, hearing my answer while giving me a funny look—. What about you?

—I would've slept better with you, but you sent me to the couch like a dog —he puckers his lips—. It's alright though.

Jungkook brushes his bangs off his face, throwing them back, although they eventually fall back to the same place anyway. I know his hair wasn't bothering him at all.

He wants to play this game, then fine, we'll play this game.

—You could've gone home —I shrug.

I spread the strawberry jam over the toast, accidentally slipping some on the crusty border. I almost don't care, until I see the chance to tease him when I catch him with his big eyes on me. I take it away with my finger, just to taste it directly from my finger, sucking it slowly before I let it go with a popping sound.

I try to act as normal as possible after that, just to find his eyes being squinted at me while he plays with his lip ring.

—Don't think I don't know what you're trying to do.

—What am I trying to do? —I ask innocently, biting on my toast.

—You're punishing me.

Says the person without a t-shirt on.

—Stop being so self-centered. I'm just having breakfast.

—So you're not trying to make me hard?

—If I wanted to make you hard —I move my feet over his shinbone, sliding it up slowly—, I'd do this —I purr, stopping when I reach his mid thigh.

—You're being so unfair.

—I thought you said you'd be able to take it? —I bite on my toast again, slightly moving my feet further.

—Yeah, but you're playing dirty.

—I didn't do anything.

After saying that, I move my feet again, but I only get to reach his crotch for a fast second before he makes the chair legs make a loud sound as he drags it as far as he can from my reach. Jungkook gives me a warning look, but knows it'll be useless when his eyes connect with mine and he's able to decipher my intentions.

He knows that warning look won't change a thing.

—You won't finish your breakfast? —I ask, as I see him putting his t-shirt on.

—We both know that if I stay here longer, breakfast won't be what I end up eating.

Jungkook returns to the table, but only squats in front of me. His eye smile must be one of the best, because I don't get how his lips are barely curving, yet his eyes are radiating light. His thumb moves over my lower lip, taking away some crumbs or jam -that he licks from his fingertip so casually, without breaking eye contact, that my mouth goes dry faster than I can even process what happened.

—I also have to open the studio, and you need to get ready for the interview —he pinches my chin with two of his fingers.

He stands up easily, he lands a short kiss on my forehead, just to bend over again to the side and grab a bite of my toast. As he waves goodbye for the second time, I don't want him to leave. I wish he could stay a little longer.

I don't take long to start getting ready. I put on my best outfit, trying to look the most elegant and serious I can, but I just look like someone who's just got out of a costume party. Nothing worked. Not the pantsuit -and its several combinations with other clothing-, not the over-the-knee tight skirt, not the lawyer navy dress.

This is ridiculous.

I just put on a pair of jeans, and one of the blouses I tried to combine with the pantsuit and the skirt. That should work for me.

I've been so anxious about the whole thing, that I'm not aware how early I left my home until I find myself standing in front of the -obviously- closed gallery.

Asshole: Good luck today!

Asshole: Don't be late

Me: That won't be a problem

As I say that, I take a pic of the entrance of the establishment. I know Jungkook is laughing his ass off as soon as he sees the pic, and he confirms it when he sends me a GIF of a person spilling her drink out of her mouth. I mean, it's not a reaction I wouldn't expect. I'm not laughing because I'm the one in this situation, but if it had been him or Tam, I'd be cackling right now.

After two minutes, he sends me a pic of him at the studio. He's posing in front of the mirror, pouting to make his lip ring completely visible.

Me: I like the beanie

Asshole: Just the beanie?

Asshole: What about what's under it?

Me: Your hair? I can't see it

I see him typing something and send in something, but I barely have time to read what he sent before someone gets my attention. When I look up, Jin is giving me a tiny smile, looking confused as to what I'm doing here thirty minutes earlier.

—I thought we had the interview at eleven.

—Yeah, I'm just a bit earlier —I answer nervously.

—You could've called me. I would've come earlier, too —he mentions, concerned over the fact that I've been waiting for him.

—Oh my god. Of course not —I shake my head—. I haven't been here for so long either.

Jin takes a set of keys out of his wasted jeans, and opens up the door for me, waving his hand so I go in first. He allows me to look around the gallery, calming my curiosity by checking some of the contemporary art displayed here.

—Did you bring the resume?

—Yup —I hand him the transparent folder—, although there isn't much to see in it.

After being rejected so many times, I know how important it is to be honest and real to myself. It'll save us time and energy.

—What happened to your hand? —he asks when he notices the bandage going from my knuckles to my wrist.

—Long story —I chuckle.

Jin reads through the resume, but closes it quite fast, placing his eyes back on me.

—So, since there isn't much to see in your resume, why don't you tell me what I need to know?

I turn to him, catching him with both of his hands on his back, while he walks to me calmly. He isn't smiling, but I still can't catch a glimpse of seriousness on his face. He's just relaxed.

—I have no experience in this field, I've been rejected left and right ever since I graduated four years ago —I might regret saying all of this in a few minutes—. Magazines, design companies, marketing teams... all showed me the door because I lack experience —tilting my head, I continue—. But here's the thing, I wasn't good at preparing cocktails, I wasn't good at dealing with customers, yet I made a big effort to give my best in all my jobs. Experience is important, sure. But so is motivation and flexibility.

—I agree —he nods, standing next to me—. I think honesty is really important, too. And you have it.

—Probably because I've gone through too many useless questions that end up nowhere —I nervously laugh.

—My previous art dealer didn't finish his degree on graphic design —he mentions—. Yet he applied, and got away with it because he showed passion and desire to work on this —he gives me a tiny smile, before turning to the drawing in front of us—. What do you think of this?

I look at it as well, paying attention to the three figures on the canvas. The one in between is more blurred, while the other two are crystal clear -one of them painted with brighter colors than the other.

—I think it represents the three views of the artist —I start—. The most colorful one being the image everyone has of him, and also being the one he wants to give more potential to. The darker one being the vision he has of himself, and that he hates —I point to the one in the middle—. And the blurred one being the reality, the real image no one, not even the own artist, seems to want to acknowledge.

—Impressive —he simply says.

Not really.

—Why should I buy it?

—I think it'll look good with that fancy white leather couch in your living room, and your ninety inches long TV —I joke—. Someone driven by art won't ask why they should buy it, they'll relate to the concept and choose whether they want it to be attached to their day to day or not —I simply shrug, driving the conversation back to its serious route.

He curves his lips down as he nods, smiling at my words. He hands me back the transparent folder with my resume in it.

—The salary will be forty grand per year, plus commissions —he mentions it as if it weren't as serious—. Will you be able to make it to the 12th of next week?

Does that mean what I think it does?

—But come here a day before to sign the contract, at eleven —he turns to me, raising his eyebrows as an attempt to get a response from me—. Y/n?

He's barely able to pronounce my full name before I wrap my arms around him, and shout a loud "Yes!". It's not until I don't feel any kind of reciprocation that I realize what I'm doing. I step back fast, stretching his hand effusively.

—I promise you won't regret this, Jin .

—I know —he nods—. I'll need your email to send you all the information necessary to write the contract. Please, send it as soon as possible.

✸ ✸ ✸

—Cheers! —Melanie shouts, holding her shot up high.

—Cheers! —the rest of us scream.

Just like I promised Tammy, I invite them all to a round of shots. Even if it's in the bar, and not the fancy club I would've wanted to go to.

—Sorry about yesterday —I mention—. I left you here with everything that was going on.

—You were literally bleeding —she smacks my side—. Don't be dumb, and just enjoy your moment.

—How's your hand doing by the way? —Soo asks, pointed at the bandage.

—It hurts, but I guess it's okay —I shrug—. The doctor said I shouldn't do extreme moves until it heals. I'll have the stitches for a few days though.

—Yet here you are —Tammy scolds me.

—Sorry for having to pay my bills —I pretend to be offended—. Also Jim asked me to come these two days until he finds someone else. So probably by tomorrow he'll be hiring someone new.

I see Tammy pouting, before she wraps her arms around my neck, forcing me to bend over her body and hide my face on his neck -and hair.

—I'm gonna miss you a lot.

—You're acting as if we weren't going to see each other ever again.

—But it won't be the same —he squeezes my body.

I wish I were exaggerating, but the rest of the shift went on like this -even after Melanie and Soo left. I know she's happy for me, I know she's excited, but it'll be a big change. We're so used to seeing each other almost every day, that it'll be weird to be apart and work in different places.

Once it's over, I convince her to leave first by saying I'll pick up what's left by myself. Tammy insists on helping me, but she ends up giving in when I tell her I wanted to make up for what happened last night.

The truth though...

Jungkook sent me a text while I was with the girls, and said he'd come to pick me up when I'm done with my shift. We kept arguing back and forth. For nothing, because as usual I ended up giving in. Not that I'm extremely bothered either, because just today I saw the stars more than once on my way to the gallery, because I kept hitting things and people on the bus.

Maybe I shouldn't have told him that.

My mental rant gets interrupted when a pair of hands cover my eyes, and my first reaction after what happened yesterday is to move my elbow back and hit the person with it.

—Shit, cocktease —his voice sounds drowned.

—Oh my god, sorry —I turn to him—. I thought it was someone else.

—I told you I was coming to pick you up, who else would be coming here?

—Anyone? The door was open.

I move my hands over his bent over body, unsure of where to touch to comfort him. I finally land them on his back, moving my palm up and down over his jacket while I wait for him to recover.

—I'm sorry —I genuinely apologize.

—You should kiss it better if you really are —he finally lifts his head, showing me a funny smile.

—Asshole —I hit his arm when he's fully back at the same height as me.

—I was kidding —Jungkook grimaces—, not really. Do you have something else to do here?

—Just moving those boxes to the backstore —I point to the boxes of beer near the door.

Jungkook doesn't even let me finish before he's walking towards the boxes, to pick them up and place them where I told him. When he's back, he only finds me with my arms crossed over my chest.

—I could've done that.

—Oh right, I forgot The Rock almost broke my ribs five minutes ago —he mocks me.

I chuckle when he says that, picking up my things behind the counter so we can both leave. And it's all going good, I'm mentally prepared to avoid the pain in the palm of my hand when I grab him. But he hops on the motorbike in a way I can't understand, because he's sitting where I should be sitting. His palm claps over the leather seat, so I take the only place that's free.

—This is an awful idea —I warn him as I walk to him.

—Just trust me.

I hop on the motorbike, being for the first time so near the handlebar that it's making me dizzy. I feel my hair being moved to the side, and through the rear view mirror I can see him smirk when he's aware of how my back arches slightly to his touch. His hands move over my thighs, his fingers digging dangerously in my inner thighs, just to move to my hips and drag my body over the seat as close to the gas tank as possible.

The way his hands felt on my thighs, the slight friction of the seat on my core and now feeling his body totally against me is making my heart race. I'm totally caged between the gas tank and his body right now.

I hold my breath as I feel him moving on my back, picking up my legs by my calves, just to place my feet on the mudguard.

—Legs here, and —he takes my wrists, careful not to hurt my left hand even more— hands here —he places them on the gas tank.

—This is the shittiest idea you've ever had —I remind him.

But he doesn't care. He just adjusts himself closer to me, if possible, with his chin resting on my shoulder -to the point that I can feel his breathing on my cheek and can perfectly see part of his face through the corner of my eye, including that smirk of his- and places his hands on the handlebar.

—Don't move —he starts the engine—, can you do that for me?

I nod slowly, gulping the thick knot of spit that formed in my throat. I know he wants us to get killed somehow, he just isn't telling me.

I'm scared when he gets on the road, I feel so close to having a heart attack as the motorbike starts speeding -even if Jungkook isn't going as fast as he usually does because he wants to be careful with me. The feeling that I'm not holding on to anything, even if my body isn't really able to move an inch by the way Jungkook is positioned, is what scared me the most. I'm not having the slightest of control, not even to hold myself onto something in case something happens. It's all on him.

But slowly the summer breeze hits my face directly, making my hair wave, the sensation of almost being the one driving this, combined with his calming heart pumping on my back... Maybe it wasn't that bad of an idea.

I can't believe I'm even slightly upset when I see us getting closer to my building.

Although neither of us moves an inch, not even when Jungkook has already stopped the engine and set the stand. His breath is burning my right cheek, and it's making me lose any trace of sanity left.

I turn my head to him, taken aback by how close he actually is. We both know I should hop off, but we don't move. Right now it's like we're fighting, and the one who kisses the other first loses.

His hand rests on my thigh, and I'm so close to be the one to lose that I would have if he hadn't opened his mouth.

—Good night, cocktease —he teases me.

His voice makes me blink back to reality, moving my face away and hopping off the bike, just to be stopped by his hand on my wrist.

—I'll pick you up tomorrow to take you to work.

—It's not necessary —I shake my hands in the air—. It'll be just one more day.

—That's why I'll pick you up tomorrow —he smiles without showing his teeth—. Imagine if you fall on the bus or get hit, and your stitches open up —he shakes his head—. I'll take you to work.

—You're impossible —I sigh.

I turn on my feet, just to start walking to my building, but his voice interrupts me after two steps.

—There's no good night kiss?

—Nope.

—Come on —he says a bit louder.

Turning on my feet again is the big mistake I make, because how am I supposed to resist him when he's pouting at me like that?

He smiles wide when I start walking to him again, lips almost ready to get what he was asking for, but he frowns and looks disappointed when I give him a kiss on his cheek instead.

—Seriously?

—For now, yes —I smile at him.

—Y/n, you can't be serious.

—Good night, Kook —I say, as I start walking away from him.

I turn one last time to Jungkook, just to find him still waiting for me to get inside. I wave my hand at him, after fighting with the door -as usual-, with a big smile, just to get a smile and his head shaking in response.

#fanfic #ff #jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkookxreader #jk #bts #wattpad #kookie #smut #jungkook smut #tattoistjk #tattooau #Under Your Skin #armpirate

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...ASKS ARE STILL AVAILABLE!

ENDKING!STEVE

CHAPTER 11:

What odds...

Narrator pov:

After that...Chris woke up his head feeling...fine?...he's never felt this way before well...not after the end portal incident...he felt alright...normal...he remembered what happened last night before he fell asleep. A figure was standing beside him then kissing him on the forehead...Chris was trying to recover what happened that night but sadly he couldn't...he was still wondering...'who was he? Or she?' He asked himself but couldn't get an answer...so he woke up went downstairs and you know the usual...

Chris pov:

'who was he? Or she?' I asked myself not getting an answer...I went downstairs to make some breakfast for Austin and prepared a small can of oil for guido (you know for fuel?) Arnetta was already gone she left me a note to make sure that I know she left early this morning...I worry about everyone these past few days...is there something wrong with me? Nevermind I need to wake up Austin...

I got upstairs to Austins room and obviously he was there he was cuddling with guido...he must had have a bad nightmare again...I sighed heavily and went back downstairs almost forgetting about the bacons and eggs I was cooking. Fortunately none of it wasn't burnt, I placed the food on a plate. I prepared the other 2 plates and opend the can of oil for guido <3 (aww Chris is so nice :'] ) I went back upstairs but before I did I heard a nock at the door...it must be Shaw again...well he did say we were going to investigate 2 things but we didn't had enough time so...I guess that other investigation is scheduled today. I opened the door and who would have guessed...it was Shaw

Chris: oh hey Shaw

Shaw: I think you already know where this goes

Chris: I know I know we'll meet you at Steve's house by 12:00 I still gotta wake up Austin and guido

Shaw: (sigh) Alright...I'll meet you there

I nodded my head and gently closed the door as soon Shaw walked away

A few minutes passed by and Chris drove him, Austin and G.U.I.D.O to Steve's old house...

As time passed by they finally got to Steve's house just for time to meet Shaw at the exact timing well that's something you don't see everyday. Eventually they had to find a place to park their vehicle somewhere as the got to the nearest parking lot they parked there cars/trucks on one of the lanes they chose

They headed back to Steve's house

As Shaw and the others were heading back to Steve's old house one of them began to feel a strange feeling...guido...they felt like they were being stalked or...watched. They turned around just at the right moment but...nothing was there not a single thing was behind him it was just the wind that appeared in view...'something feels off about this...' the robot asked themselves feeling anxious about there surroundings...and finally they made it to Steve's house which it looked fine at first but once they got to the back...ohhh boy! It was almost covered in Endstone, dead bodies filled by those purple liquids...

They were left in shock and witnessed how much harm this thing can do...imagine how many people will suffer and die from this thing! They needed to act fast, so they ran towards the entrance of the house and kicked the door down witnessing more of the damage this thing caused.....

Somewhere...

Mesa pov:

My lands were being covered by these strange liquids...'where did these come from?' I asked myself while taking off my helmet...and wondered...why hasn't Steve been active lately?

End of chapter 11....

First chapter/previous/next

Ahhhhhhhh....I was bored again so I just had to ok??? I know I said this thing was on hiatus but i just couldn't hold it anymore ok??? But hey you guys finally get to see Mesa appear in the next chapter...and thus story is no longer on hiatus just saying

#my shit #my brain go brrrrrrrrr #checkpoint:stm #endking!steve au #my au #steve the adventurer #steve checkpoint #checkpoint guido #guido #austin checkpoint #austin #Chris checkpoint #chris #shaw #mesa

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I completely understand what you mean with the reader always forgiving Pedro so fast!! Sometimes I’m just like “wait.. that’s it???” With stories haha. But I am also very good at holding grudges and staying mad lmao.

Personally I am a sucker for happy endings bc life is already too sad for me so I hope if you continue the story, they will eventually work things out. But I’m 100% on board with things taking time. Especially after he left her like that to fuck someone else. That was honestly so cruel..

Like you said, he knows how she feels. And he did all that just to break her heart all over again. Just because he’s being selfish and doesn’t want to lose her as a friend.. that really is fucked up! I definitely think he needs someone, like his sisters or Sarah, to be like “what in the fuck Pedro????”

So I would love for Pedro to realise how badly he hurt her and feel a bit of that hurt too. I also really love the “she falls first, he falls harder” thing.

I don’t know how many parts you would want to write but I would love for the reader to kinda “mean up” and just straight up be like “you’re a fucking asshole and I don’t want to see you” to Pedro. Like don’t take that kinda shit from a guy! And especially not someone that calls himself a friend..

That’s actually another thing, Pedro wanted to take her as a thanks for always supporting him and being a great friend etc.. but he’s not really being a good friend to her at all.

So yeah, that’s one thing I would love to see. Reader standing up for herself and realising she doesn’t deserve to be treated like that and making sure Pedro knows that. And I want him to feel bad lmao

But pedro is being an idiot and still tries to keep going like normal but reader is like fuck that and distances herself and pedro slowly realising that he fucked up pretty bad and is completely losing her

Idk, like I said. Personally I love happy endings because real life already sucks enough but that’s of course completely up to you! This was just some ideas, maybe something will spark the writing inspiration. But I’m super glad you’re willing to do a part 2! Hope you have a good day!! :)

OMG ANON, JUST PREACH!!!

I agree 100% with everything you said!

I mean, we all love Pedro and that's why some people choose to have a happy ending fast, but I don't like that, I mean, I love happy endings too, but honestly, I love the hurt and angst more, lol!

I want a happy ending, but it's unfair if reader just forgives him and let him give her his crumbles just because he doesn't want to let go of their friendship. He knew damn well what he was doing, I mean, even if he didn't know reader had romantic feelings for him, or even if she didn't love him at all, it would still be so rude of him to just ignore her and send her home alone in order to go fuck someone else. It gives that 'i found someone better than you' vibe, you know?

I really like your ideas and I was thinking something similar, but the thing is, if I go along with it, then there's gonna be more than just the second part 😉 and Pedro will have to be even more of a dick to reader...

And if I'm being honest literally just five minutes before my shift started I began writing the second part. It is still some loose ideas but, it's something right? Even if I am able to work more on it, I still have a Javier Peña work to post before and then we'll see how it goes. I will also officially open my requests for Pedro and Javier (and Joel when I start tlou) later this week, because I don't want to accumulate a lot of work.

But if you have any other ideas, let me know, I really love those!

#ask #answered #pedro #pascal

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