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growingexjocks · 10 months

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Fattening the Competition - Alex/Alan Stokes: Ch 3

Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3

Alan makes a deceptive plan to make Alex continue to gain more weight so that it makes him look stronger and more cut.

As the weeks turned into months, Alex continued to indulge in his ever-growing appetite, the consequences of which became more and more apparent. The once muscular twin had now packed on a considerable amount of weight, and his body seemed to be a testament to his unrestrained gluttony.

Alex's morning runs with Alan became a thing of the past, as he would claim to be too tired to join his brother and promised to run later in the day – a promise he seldom kept. The absence of cardio in his routine only served to exacerbate his weight gain, the extra pounds accumulating rapidly.

Despite skipping runs and slacking off on cardio, Alex continued to go to the gym with Alan, focusing on lifting weights. The only running Alex seemed to ever do now was when they would play 1 on 1 basketball, where Alex would quickly run out of breath chasing after Alan to steal the ball. Alan also observed how his gut started to jiggle as he would run up and down the court. However, much to Alex's delight, his added bulk seemed to enhance his strength, allowing him to lift heavier weights than ever before. He began to surpass Alan's personal records, boasting about being the more muscular twin now.

As Alex lifted the heavy barbells, the force of setting them down would send a ripple through his rounded gut, causing it to jiggle up and down. Alan couldn't help but be captivated by the sight, even as he tried to encourage his brother. "You're definitely stronger than me now," Alan said, jokingly flexing his ripped abs and muscular arms.

Feeling a surge of confidence, Alex responded by flexing his still-powerful arms, the bicep muscles bulging beneath a layer of softness. With a chuckle, he admitted, "I guess I can't flex my abs like you anymore, though," as he slapped his now-plump gut.

Alan stood by, watching as Alex set down the heavy barbell with a grunt. Carefully choosing his words, he said, "You know, Alex, you've really gotten strong lately. All that eating you've been doing to fuel your muscles seems to be paying off."

Alex looked thoughtful as he rubbed his now significantly rounder belly. "Yeah, I've been super hungry lately. I didn't mean to eat so much at first, but I don't mind gaining a little weight if it means I've gotten a lot stronger."

Alan glanced down at Alex's belly, estimating that his brother had gained at least 20 pounds in just over a month. It was clearly more than just a little weight, but he held his tongue for the moment.

Alex continued, "I was worried that I was just gaining fat, but it's clear I still have abs and muscles under this gut." To emphasize his point, he gave his belly a shake, causing it to jiggle with a mesmerizing fluidity.

Alan couldn't help but think that the only reason Alex had gotten stronger was that his body had to adapt to carrying the extra weight. His thighs and butt had grown bigger to support the additional pounds, which, for the time being, meant that Alex could lift more. However, if he continued down this path, he'd eventually end up gaining mostly fat and not much more muscle.

Alan found himself feeling increasingly envious of the attention Alex was receiving for his newfound strength though. Deep down, he wanted to prove that he was the superior twin - the more muscular and handsome one. He decided to exploit Alex's denial about his weight gain, hoping to expose him as the out-of-control, pathetic ex-jock he had become.

As Alan was lost in thought, Alex glanced down at his belly and said, "I do feel like I'm getting a bit big. Even though I know I have abs, I can't feel them anymore."

Seizing this opportunity, Alan reassured him, "Don't worry, Alex. You're just bulking up. When you cut, you're going to be even stronger and more cut than I am right now." He then offered to create a healthy meal plan for Alex, one that would help him consume more protein and gain muscle to accompany his weight gain plan before cutting.

In reality, however, Alan had a different plan in mind. He intended to secretly make Alex gain even more weight, undermining his efforts to lose the excess fat. As he prepared the meal plan, Alan added extra calories and unhealthy ingredients, all while reassuring Alex that it was designed to build muscle, not fat.

As the weeks went on, Alex unknowingly followed Alan's deceptive meal plan. He continued to consume large quantities of food, genuinely believing that he was building muscle and preparing for an eventual cut. Little did he know that Alan's plan was having the opposite effect, causing him to pack on even more weight.

Each day, Alex's once fit and muscular body grew softer and rounder, his once-prominent abs now completely obscured beneath layers of padding. His once powerful legs and rear now carried a generous layer of fat, making it increasingly difficult for him to keep up with Alan during their workouts.

Alan watched with satisfaction as his brother's appearance continued to change. He knew that what he was doing was wrong, but the desire to assert himself as the superior twin was too strong to resist.

Male Celebrity WG Short Stories Collection -

A Musical Break (Nick Jonas) - Ch 1

Fattening the Competition (Alex/Alan Stokes)

-Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3

More WG Stories by me - Tumblr, Wattpad

#alex stokes #alan stokes #Fattening the Competition #stokes twins #ex jock #ex jock story potential #fat male celebrities #gainer stories inspo #fit2fatcelebrity #gaining #fat belly

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melloween-candie · 8 months

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Hold still [P.2]

Bully Carl Gallagher x Bullied Reader

Requested // Request Rules (Via Comment)

"we need a pt2"

Submitted by: @n-jilburhant

A/n - Read the First Part if you want to know the Summary! (Obviously lol)

Warning: Cussing, hair cutting, bullying

Word count: 1,272

[Fluff]

Part 1, Part 2

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/"Talking"//Thinking//Muttering-Whispering/

***Y/n's Pov***

It has been weeks since that incident happened... Nothing much really changed apart from Carl not being as mean to me as he normally is.

However, some have noticed, and by some, I mean my best friend (name).

"Sooo, I see Carl doesn't take stuff from you anymore." S/H/T said.

"Umm yeah- I guess he doesn't anymore," I said as I placed my books in my locker. When I closed it, I didn't realize S/H/T were so close-

"Eek!" I jumped back a bit... I brushed back some of my hair strands behind my ear.

"Sooo... Why is that?" S/H/T said with big eyes.

"Umm... Why is what?"

"Don't play dumb, Y/n!" S/H/T said. "Something had to have happened for him to stop bothering you! AND I know you know what it was!"

"I'm sorry but I have no idea what you're talking about-"

Okay, that's a lie. I do have an idea as to why he isn't really mean to me anymore... But I never told Her/Him/Them, and I don't plan to either. If I do, I know S/H/T would just go crazy about it saying stuff like- "OMG he DOES like you!! This proves it!!" And S/H/T would also lecture me about cutting... Which is why I don't intend on telling Her/Him/Them that either.

"Oh, come on, Y/n! I can partially smell the hidden secrets inside of you! NOW SPILL!!" S/H/T shoved me lightly.

I giggled lightly, "I'm sorry, but I'm serious. Nothing happened at all."

S/H/T sighed. "You know I'll get it out of you, one way or the other."

All I did was shrugged as I walked into class.

Time Skip!~

Morning classes were finally over. I walked towards my locker to place all my unnecessary books away. Then I closed it in search of Carl. Even though he wasn't as mean to me as he was before, he'd still make me do his homework. Which I've grown accustomed to, so I don't really mind it anymore.

It took me a while to find him, but eventually I did. It shouldn't have been much of a shock for me. In fact, it should have been obvious... he was at the gym playing basketball with his friends.

When he saw me, he passed the ball, then he grabbed his towel and started walking towards me. He was shirtless and sweating.

I couldn't help but blush... just a little-

"Y/n- earth to Y/n?" I didn't even realize he was waving his hand in front of my face. Clearly, I was staring a little too hard.

I swallowed my saliva and proceeded to say-

"C-Carl, hey." I smiled. "Umm, here's your homework... I-I hope you get a better grade this time."

He grabbed the paper- "Thanks." Then, as I was about to leave, he grabbed my arm.

"Wait. Hold on." He said.

"Umm... okay?"

"Listen, Y/n..." He looked around as if to make sure no one was paying attention to us. In reality, everyone in the gym was too busy focusing on their game...

"Umm..." He licked his lips. "H-how are you feeling?" He looked away as if he was embarrassed.

I grabbed my wrist out of habit. "Umm... I'm doing better." I smiled.

It wasn't a lie. I really was doing better. I mean, I haven't cut myself ever since that incident in the janitor's closet, and my cuts were healing quite nicely. Thanks to Carl's help I don't think they'll leave any scars.

***Carl's Pov***

Why am I being so stupid... I don't care about Y/n. I never did. I only used them for school preposes... So why was it such a big deal to me... that they were doing that to themselves?

I asked my brothers that a few days ago in hopes they'd give me an answer as to why and how Y/n is making me act weird.

Apparently- "I like them." That's at least what they said.

But it made no sense. I never had feelings for them...

"It's possible for someone to gain feelings for someone after realizing that they might lose that someone." That's what Ian told me.

I watched as Y/n walked out of the gym... Maybe I do like them?

"Perhaps you were just hiding your feelings by bulling them all this time." Lip said.

I continued debating about my feelings throughout my basketball game.

Time Skip!~

It was now lunchtime. I was heading towards the lunchroom, but then... I saw Y/n. They were running out of a classroom. It seemed empty... and they didn't seem too happy. I decided to walk into the classroom.

There, I found Dominique giggling with her peers. Something told me they did something...

***Y/n's Pov***

God, I hate her! I thought as I tried pulling the gum off my hair. "Fu*k it." I grabbed my bookbag and left the school.

Time Skip!~

The next day I arrived at school with a completely new look...

"Dame Y/n. I love the hairstyle but... what made you change it so quickly?" Bff/n asked.

I shrugged. "I just got tired of taking care of it, I guess." I smiled.

Y/n L/n Please come to the principal's office! I scrunched my brows in confusion as I looked at my best friend. Clearly, they had no idea what was going on either.

When I arrived at the principal's office, there were two other kids there already. One was Carl, who had his arms crossed in aggravation, and the other kid, who was practically bold- it sounded like they were holding in tears.

When I walked up to sit next to them, my jaw dropped. I realized- that bold kid was actually Dominique!

"hic- what are you looking at?" She sniffled. She too also had her arms crossed.

"I like your hair, Y/n."

I looked up to see that Carl was smirking. I blushed... then finally the principal walked in.

"Alright so do you all know why you were called down here?"

"Umm- no?" I said.

"Well, you would have if you didn't leave without permission yesterday." The principal made a grumpy face. "However, that's not the point."

"I was told that this was a revenge act?" He referred to Dom's hair.

"Umm I didn't do anything?" I said in defense.

"Of course, you didn't- I did. Like I said before." Said Carl nonchalantly.

"Right, and why exactly?" The principle looked at Dom. Carl shoved her and gave her a glare.

She sighed. "I placed some gum in Y/n's hair yesterday. That's why they left and got a new haircut."

"As you can see, sir. It was a revenge act." Carl tapped on a picture frame the principal had on his desk. "An eye for an eye." Carl said smiling.

Of course, he just had to repeat what the picture said. The principal smiled. "Well, I do value fairness very much, and if no one else disagrees then I guess there's nothing else to do here but give Dominique weeks of detention. As for you Carl- this time it'll be a slap on the wrist. Now- leave my office." He said as he got up.

Me and Carl got up and left while Dom slouched out of the room.

I looked at Carl- "Did you really do that to her hair?" I giggled.

He smiled. "She deserved it," he said as he rubbed my hair. I smiled as we both walked to class.

#Shameless #carl gallagher #carl gallagher x reader #bullying #dominique #shameless carl gallagher #fanfiction #shameless fandom #shameless fanfiction #carl x reader #gender neutral #gender neutral reader #fake characters

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lukeevangelista · 1 year

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okay but burrow!sister graduating college??? and joe and johnny are just so proud.

Graduation - Burrow!Sister x Johnny Beecher

"I can't believe we have another graduate!" Your mom grinned as she brought you into a hug, "You look stunning honey." She said as she fixed your gown.

"I know." You said, "I'm going to miss it, but I'm so glad to be done. I'm just ready to start my life with Johnny."

"I know you are dear." she gave you a small smile.

She was hoping that you would be coming back to Ohio, where she'd have all her kids in one state, but that wasn't the case when Johnny had asked you to move to Boston with him after he signed.

"Are you sure you want to go to Boston?" She asked as you sat down in front of your vanity, allowing her access to start curling your hair. She had offered to help you get ready, which you had accepted her invitation for help.

"Yes mom." You nodded, "Plus I've already accepted an offer in Boston." You whispered as you watched her face through the mirror, "It's with the Patriots so when Joe plays them period, I'll get to see him."

“I’m so proud of you baby.” She said as she wrapped her arms around you from behind, giving you a gentle squeeze.

“Thank you mama.” You nuzzled your head against hers before she let go, “Is Joe going to be able to make it?” You asked, hope filling your voice.

“I’m not sure.” She said.

The last time you had spoken to Joe, he wasn't sure if he was going to make it to Michigan to see you graduate.

Along with that news because of playoffs right around the corner, Johnny wasn’t sure if he’d be able to come in either.

“Any word from Johnny?” She asked, a frown on her face.

“No.” You muttered sadly as you checked your phone, not seeing any new notifications before tossing it back on your vanity, “Nothing.” You knew Johnny’s former teammates would be attending, especially the one’s that were still playing at Michigan. Some of them you would be graduating with, but you still couldn't help but think about Johnny.

Would he and Joe really miss your graduation? One of the most important days of your life? It hurt to know this was something you had worked so hard for and you didn’t know if your older brother and boyfriend would even be in attendance for it.

“What are you thinking about?” Your mom asked as she picked up another piece to curl.

“Nothing.”

You were sitting in middle of the gymnasium, waiting to be called up. Due to you being an athlete, they had you sitting with your team instead of your classmates, them all sitting in alphabetical order by last name.

“Softball.” You heard the PA announcer announce. You and your team stood up walking towards the stage.

You could hear shouting from the bleachers- it being a mix of your teammates, family, friends, and Johnny’s former teammates, and the new boys who had became your friends as well.

You were the first one across the stage because of your last name.

“Y/N Burrow.” You quickly made your way to the University President, him handing your diploma as he shook your hand, congratulating you on this achievement. The gym erupted in cheers as you had been a star starting catcher at Michigan your entire four years there, beating out a veteran your freshman year.

You took the photo with the president before quickly making your way off sage as the cheers died down, waiting for the next name to be called.

It wasn't long after you had exited the rest of the names were called and everyone was finally dismissed and graduated.

“You did it!” You felt Jay pulled you into a hug before being passed to Eric.

“No we did it.” You corrected him, “I wouldn’t have made it without you guys, seriously. I’m so thankful Johnny-” you cut yourself off before you made yourself sad with the fact he wasn't there.

“What about me?” You heard from behind you before arms were wrapped around your waist, “Go on. I’m curious as to what you were going to say.”

You turned around in his grip, your arms instantly going around his neck as you hear family chuckles to the right of you. Your eyes darted over, seeing your older brother standing there, his arms across his chest.

“You didn’t really think we would miss this, did you?” Johnny asked as you shimmied out of his grasp, making you way towards Joe.

“You made it.” You said as you tightly wrapped your arms around him, him doing the same.

“Of course I did.” He said as he rested his head on top of yours, “I-” you heard a cough from beside him, seeing Olivia there causing you to chuckle at her antics, “We wouldn't have missed this for the world.” he said as you two slowly swayed back and forth, “I’m so proud of you.”

You leaned back, tears starting to stream down your face, you and Joe untangling from each other.

“Hey, no tears, Johnny come get her. You get to deal with it!” Joe joked as Johnny walked over, his arm going around your shoulder.

“Why are you crying?” He asked as he wrapped his other arm around your front, you resting your head on his shoulder.

“I thought you weren't going to make it.” You whispered, “Neither of you had said anything about it after I had asked so I assumed you wouldn't be here.”

“Oh honey,” Johnny started as he watched Joe grin from in front of you, “Neither of us were missing this. We didn’t care what we had going on.” he pressed a kiss to your head, “I’m just so proud.” He grinned, “and I can’t wait for you to be with me in Boston.”

“Wait- in Boston?” Joe asked.

#joe burrow #johnny beecher #aris 1k celly #soft thoughts w/ari #johnny beecher x burrow!sister #burrow!reader x johnny beecher

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jboofan · 1 year

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It's in our DNA

1. I think my brain fell out my head

Jungkook's brother Junghyun waved to the bouncer as they walked straight in. Jungkook reluctantly followed him as they entered, the noise almost deafening.

"Hyung I ain't feeling this," shaking his head at it all.

"Kook man, you live at the gym but what's the point of it all if you can't meet up with your brother for a drink.."

"I dunno man. Clubs ain't my scene unless it's a album release or something.." he looked up the stairs that Junghyun had all but climbed, up to a upper level which was more laid back and had a private bar.

"C'mon man, for a brother? Your older brother?" Junghyun smiled and tried to give him the charm.

"That's low man, you gonna play the brother card? You really are nervous about something huh?"

"Yeah I am, but let's get a drink first!"

"Ok spit it out will you?" Junghyun waved a finger and two whiskeys were promptly brought over.

"So, your sister in law has got a friend," he began.

"I only want Jennie."

"I ain't talking about her," he dismissed the subject immediately. They must have been off and on so many times, he'd lost count.

"Like I say," he repeated, "she got a friend and she's moving here and she needs a place to stay."

Jungkook took a sip.

"What's that gotta do with me?" Jungkook swirled his glass.

"She needs a place to stay," he repeated.

"Get her a hotel room or something. Why do I care?"

"She's family, I can't have her staying in a hotel. And you have a two bed apartment."

Junghyun noticed that he said nothing but gave a chuckle.

"Right, so it's not cos I'm reliable, it's because I've got the space. I wanted to convert it to a gym."

"Her name is YN. This girl, she is smart, looks, whole package." He thanked the waitress and turned back to Jungkook.

"How do you know her again?"

"She's like her cousin, here for work and you won't even notice she's there!"

Jungkook shook his head. "Nah bro. No."

"Why's that?"

"Cos now you're saying she's family and a cousin, how am I supposed to say no to helping you? You know I like my own space, I don't want some roommate."

"She's so busy that even I haven't seen her in years. She's a workaholic so you'll barely see her. Just do me a favour will you?" he looked over the balcony down below, scanning the crowd.

"I dunno man."

"Well you got five minutes to decide."

"Cmon stop messing. Five minutes?"

"Yeah," he replied seriously.

"What the hell hyung?!"

"She'll be there in five," he took a sip and announced it with a smile.

"She'll be there in five fucking minutes?"

"Well you took so long to get here, that you didn't leave me much of a buffer dude."

"I never said yes," Jungkook knocked back the whiskey feeling it burn down his throat.

His brother grinned, "but you never said no. Besides," he tried to convince him, with a slap on the back as he rose, "it's not like you're ever home. She's always working and so are you, so you will barely see her."

Jungkook sighed, he realised if Junghyun was asking then it was only after serious consideration.

"But I've only just got the place to myself since Jin left," he whined.

"You won't even notice her, I promise. Do this as a favour to me."

"What you thinking?" Luna asked, noticing YN go silent and stare at the front door.

"Just my new housemate. I'm just hoping I don't wake up in the middle of the night to find him staring down at me with a pair of scissors poised over my head."

"That was poetic see! Your writer's block is clearing already, and no, I don't think he will be trying to shank you in your sleep... Jungkook is a celebrity. Global icon, and he's also a really nice guy."

"Nice guys ain't going to cut it Luna, I don't know him."

"You guys just have to find common ground."

"Which should be easier if you hadn't told me that Junghyun is making him let me stay here. Now I feel bad that he's putting me up when he doesn't want to."

Luna made a guilty face and apologised instantly making YN feel bad.

"Don't. Junghyun said that Jungkook took very little persuasion. And you don't even have to pay rent."

"But that's not right either is it? I should at least pay something no? It's not right to get to stay in this great apartment for nothing."

Luna grabbed one of her bags as they got to the door.

"Just be your normal helpful self, be thankful and everything will be fine."

"Of course, I'll be the best housemate," YN told herself as she punched in the passcode and stepped in. "And I'm sure he's disgustingly lovely. All idols are right?"

"Well let's hope you find out," Luna said wiping her brow and helping move the last of the boxes inside the heavy front door. Almost all of YN's things were piling up in Luna and Junghyun's place but YN knew they were itching to get settled so she didn't want to take longer than necessary.

Luna had helped move her things to her new home and she appreciated the help, especially as she knew it would take ages to move her stuff by herself.

"Hyun gave Jungkook your number, and said he will message you."

"Oh, well that's nice of him," YN got the feeling that he was going to be cold. Mean. A typical celebrity she had been around too often.

She'd been impressed by the location, and secretly thankful that the rent wasn't going to be charged. She'd have been able to afford it, she thought proudly but she didn't want to have to use that money, not when it could be going to a better cause. Like her own place.

Soon as she realised she was alone, her phone vibrated in her back pocket, as though able to tell the future.

"No animals, if you break it you fix it and if you can't fix it buy another. No pink crap. I've got a schedule and I keep to it. Stay out my sight."

Downtown Hannam-dong is the heart and soul of the music scene in Seoul, and was just as nice as where she lived with Luna in Gangnam, but now she was definitely closer to its fine restaurants, fantastic shopping and the TV networks, her purse was going to suffer. She looked around the typically manly apartment and sneered at Jungkook's words.

"Pink crap. I'll give you pink crap," she frowned, thinking back to the message, as she switched on the lights, watching the whole apartment light up like Oxford Street at Christmas. The dark floorboards were so polished she could see her reflection, the living room was coloured distinctly in bright white, soft creams and industrial greys; modern and minimalist.

YN dumped her things in her room, which was huge. Every room looked bigger than the former, brand spanking new, with extraordinary views of downtown from the wall to wall windows. Her fingers slowly traced the back of the plush white sofa to the sparkling brown granite countertops and the hardly touched eight hob cooker. This place was a showroom. Luna hadn't been lying when she said he was hardly home.

YN made herself at home in the kitchen, the cupboards were bare and that gave her more than enough space to put her unused kitchen stuff away. She continued to frown and look at the dark colours of the room.

The devil probably has an aversion to light, she laughed to herself as the aroma of spiced thai curry filled the kitchen. She had to buy a rug or something just to lighten the place up.

"Don't get excited. Just save as much as you can, save and get your own place. He isn't the devil, I'm sure my luck can't be that bad since I'm living with an idol," she tried to convince herself.

Her gaze fell naturally to his room which was right next to hers. Great. At least she had the headphones to block him out in the evenings if he made too much noise, or had some lady friend over. He was too good looking for his own good. The news constantly reported every little detail of his life that they could get hold off, including his failure to stay in a relationship for the last few years.

"He must still be pretty to look at," she admitted, seeing the trophies in the cabinet, magazine covers on decorative stands, before shaking her thoughts out her head. "Don't be stupid YN," she scolded herself. "Overworked writers don't do stupid things. Underpaid writers don't do stupid things."

But the bathroom had to be her favourite room in the entire apartment. The floor to ceiling windows that adorned one side of the room was one way glass so she could do a naked dance and no one would be able to see her. It allowed in the most wonderful natural light and acted as a wake up call of the gentlest nature.

A huge bath tub sat in the middle of the room, the centre of attention, twin sinks and a luxurious rainforest shower room stood to one side of the bathroom. The counter was dark brown, but wasn't so brash that it looked like it belonged in a night club. It looked like a bathroom you'd find at a luxurious, you can only get there by speedboat hotel. She took a peek at his toiletries and couldn't deny the brand's were expensive, sweet smelling and that she would definitely be trying them out.

YN nodded to herself as she took out her clothes and spent the rest of the evening filling her wardrobe up. She had to give it to Jungkook, his wardrobe must be humongous, and she'd already filled up her walk in closet and her drawers. She popped the radio on, having eventually figured out how to switch the shiny thing that sat next to a vinyl record player, and danced as she walked around the living room in her PJ's.

Maybe she could make this work. Having a roommate that is never home could be a good, she thought as she weighed up the positives. For one, she may feel like she's living on her own and wouldn't have to worry about someone always getting in her space especially as she was usually put to work at the crack of dawn, and often didn't return for a few days at a time.

She sat down and inhaled the silence; however, it can also be quite lonely having someone that is never around, she realised, especially if you planned on living together and were hoping to become friends with your roommate.

Who would she have wine o'clock with now that Luna and Junghyun were too busy dancing around trees declaring their love for one another? Luna was her bestie. No one can replace your bestie, right?

It didn't feel that way. They didn't get manicures together anymore, and Luna's weekends were always filled up with plans she had made with Junghyun.

YN shuddered at the mere thought of having a friendship with idol Jungkook of BTS; she opened the fridge to see how this man lived.

He should count himself lucky for having the chance to share space she thought as she saw the bare fridge.

"This is gonna be interesting," she told herself, grabbing the half finished bottle of wine closest to her, tiptoed for a wine glass from a nearby kitchen cabinet and poured a generous amount.

Maybe she'd have better luck being his friend if he just didn't come home?

Jungkook didn't want to go home.

This had been one hell of a month and this week had been eventful to say the least. The boys were back together doing a few events, whilst Jin enjoyed military life; his girlfriend was ignoring him and now some country bumpkin was living with him.

Their appearance on another US network had just been announced in line with Jin's release and he was riding the crest of a wave. When they stood, all seven of them; his brothers, they were whole again and it felt so right.

"Ready to kick some ass?" Hope giggled, unable to keep still, Jungkook knocking his head side to side, trying to contain his excitement.

"Always. With you guys, always," he poured the water in his hair and waited for their music to play, as they moved through another gruelling dance practice. He danced harder, jumped higher eager to burn off the night's earlier whiskeys with his brother and all thoughts and worries about his new guest flittered away.

YN slept in her favourite checked sheets, troubled as she always was at night, walking in a cold sweat and shaking. The curtains to her room were closed but she could tell it was still dark. She yawned and sat up, reaching for the bedside table then realised her room didn't have one. One thing about working on variety shows was the ungodly hours at which she rose. The habitual habits of the last few years were hard to break.

Another thing to add to her list of things she needed, of what this perfectly designed, cold apartment needed, she told herself. Sighing she got up and wondered in the dark, blindly looking for the kitchen. The dark furniture coupled with the dark kitchen had her knocking into everything as she felt for the kitchen counter, swearing in the darkness.

He didn't come home that day. Or the rest of the week.

It was 2am when Jungkook eventually pulled up to his parking spot hungry. Rubbing a week's worth of sleep from his eyes he reversed haphazardly and swiped his card to get into the building. The boys followed and they joked their way to the lift.

One thing about being rich was being able to buy a whole complex, and the great thing about being filthy rich with your friends was that they all bought apartments in the same tower as you.

Dragging his sore feet and wanting nothing more than to sleep standing up, he pushed the front door open and let it close loudly with a snap.

YN had just switched off her alarm when she's heard the door slam, and her heart jumped out of her chest. Clutching her blanket she scrunched up against her headboard. She heard a voice. No two voices. And then a muffled third.

Oh God, she whimpered.

She was going to get stabbed in her bed that she'd only slept in for a few weeks. Shaking, she felt for something to protect herself with; her room was the nearest of the two and it wouldn't be long before whoever was in the apartment would come through her door and kill her.

Jungkook threw his stuff into his room whilst Jimin returned for a customary beer with Taehyung.

"When did you start buying food Jungkook?" Jimin handed him a well deserved beer as he returned from his room freshly dressed before helping himself to a bowl of snacks.

"What you talkin bout?"

"Woah!" managed Taehyung dropping his popcorn and putting his hands up as a woman with a gold trophy came out of her room.

"Who the hell are you?" asked Jimin confused.

"Who the hell are you?" she asked back. First she thought she was seeing things, but it was too late, when she realised that she really was seeing two BTS members. And getting comfortable eating snacks out of her favourite bowl and drinking the beers out the fridge was her landlord.

"Woah there!" came a voice she finally recognised.

Jungkook saw her standing there, feet apart lightly poised on the flat of her feet, in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt brandishing one of his prized trophies in their face.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Jungkook spat back, his mouth piercing moving as he blew out his breath.

She aimed the heavy metal lump at Jimin and Jungkook noticed how steady her hand was. No hesitation. He wasn't sure if he was scared or impressed.

And then she realised who she was speaking to.

"Jungkook-ssi?" her voice changed a little, relieved.

"They're my members, my hyungs, relax."

"Oh."

Her voice was piercingly clear, yet softly spoken, but afraid. Worried she would hurt herself, Jungkook moved forward, his hand reaching out to help lower her hand.

"It's okay," he saw the goosebumps on her arm as he undid her monster grip from around it's base, one finger at a time.

The others watched the two of them looking awkwardly at each other.

"Jungkook-ssi?" he repeated with a light chuckle. She sure was polite, this woman with the brightest smile he had ever seen. And no one has been that polite in how they addressed him in quite a while.

"That's who you are of course right?" she pointed to her finger at his face, lowering it with the other hand as soon as she realised she was being rude.

"What the hell happened to your face?" on instinct she moved towards him, concern filled her voice, seeing up close the welt marks across a cheek.

"My belt hit me in the face," he cleared his throat, embarrassed. "What are you even doing here?"

"You told me to move in whilst you were away."

Jungkook was confused and then he remembered that he had.

"Oh," his face fell. "I did?"

Her eyes went big, and because he was sleepy he couldn't tell if she was upset or not.

"Your words were no animals, if you break it you fix it and if you can't fix it buy another. Oh and my personal favourite - no pink crap. You said to move in whilst you were away," she repeated.

Oh god he's going to ask me to leave isn't he. She's forgotten that part of this arrangement. Sure, it was easy to move in, but it had escaped her that she didn't know how long she could stay.

"Yeah well what's with the trophy?"

"What's with sneaking in at three in the morning and scaring the shit outta me?" she countered.

"I didn't know you were here..why would I sneak around my own apartment?"

"How can you forget someone is living in your house?" she asked genuinely confused.

"That's your room mate?" Jimin asked, just as taken back as Taehyung. "You said she was ugly."

"Since when did you have someone living with you, you never told us that?" Taehyung was just as confused.

"Excuse you? I'm ugly? You didn't even know what I look like?!"

"I must have forgotten, I've got loads on my mind," he admitted, sitting down and even more annoyed that it had slipped his mind.

"Are, are you okay?" she padded over slowly to him with a glass of water. "There was a trophy in my room and I just picked it up because it was heavy and," she explained before feeling embarrassed for sharing the same air as him.

"Dude you okay?" Jimin raised an eyebrow as Jungkook kept blinking his eyes.

"I think my brain fell out my head. I can't think," he blinked blankly again.

"I'll um, speak to you in the morning. My apologies, I didn't mean to scare anyone. I was just scared someone had broken in," she retraced her steps to her room, quickly locking it after her before anyone got the chance to speak.

"Great YN," she sighed. "He's definitely not going to let you stay here now."

"That was.. interesting?" Jimin chuckled as a confused Jungkook lay back on the sofa with a big sigh.

#bts jungkook #jungkook imagines #bts #bts imagines #jungkook fluff #bts social media au #bts smau #jungkook x reader #jungkook x yn #jeon jungkook smau #jungkook smau #jungkook social media au #bts smut #bts texts #bts text #spotify

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cresent2003 · 6 months

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First time

Oh Daehyun x Joo! Reader

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Rain covered her car as she sat in the parking lot for the gym her older brother went to.

She was unsure of being here but after getting in a bad fight with her roommate she just wanted to be far away from her apartment.

He would try to push her away and she knew that but she knew how to handle Jaekyung.

He was always mean and angry but was a softie towards her.

At least he was most days.

Blossom grabbed her umbrella before getting out of her car.

She walked to the gym before rushing inside as the massive puddles splashed her shoes.

She put her umbrella in the umbrella holder by the door before walking to the front desk.

"Hello, welcome.

What can I help you with?" the sweet young lady sitting behind the front desk asked.

"I'm here to visit someone.

Where is the team black gym?" Blossom asked.

"It's on level two on the left.

May I ask who you visiting?

The team is preparing for a championship and could do without distractions" the young lady said.

"My brother.

Joo Jaekyung" she said softly not wanting to come off like she was trying to show off.

"Perfect.

Go right that way and there should be an elevator" the young lady said.

"Thanks," Blossom said before walking to the elevator.

Sue went up to the second floor before walking to the gym.

She walked in and was met with her brother almost killing a trainee.

She looked around before catching her eyes with the coach.

"Hey can I help you?" he asked as he smiled at her in a way that she couldn't decide if it was fake or not.

"I'm here to see my brother.

I guess it's been a while Joesph" she said.

"Blossom?

It's been years.

How are you?" he asked as he lit up to know she wasn't a stranger.

"Recently not very great.

My roommate is causing issues and I need to find a new place quickly" she said.

"I've got a spare room at my place.

You're welcome to stay with me" he said.

She looked at him "I was hoping my brother would offer actually.

Sorry," she said.

"Don't worry.

Hey Jaekyung your sisters here!" he said before walking away.

Suddenly she felt all eyes on her as Jaekyung walked over with an unamused expression.

"What are you doing here?

You have your own place, why bother me?" he said as he walked past her to get some water.

"About that.

Maise kicked off again.

I'm not going back there as she just pisses me off.

I'm not letting myself turn into you because of a stupid fight" she said.

He smirked.

"What are you Hoping for?

You're not living at my place" he said.

"Alright.

But if you don't want me there I need to borrow money for a hotel for a month or so" she said.

He groaned "You always do this.

I'm not here to help you out with every single damn problem.

Get out" he said.

"I'm not doing anything.

I'm sorry im having to do this but I have no one else.

You know what this was a mistake.

I'll just sleep in my car" she said before walking to the door.

"Wait.

Until the gym closes you're staying here" he said.

"Fine.

I just want to be away from my apartment" she said.

She turned around before feeling her face drop as Jaekyung walked away.

"Bastard" she muttered before sitting down on a bench.

She watched everyone train for a long time before yawning as her body began to finally relax after everything.

Suddenly a fighter sat next to her.

He was tall and had a calm expression as he drank his water to cool down.

She looked at him as a drop of water poured from his lips to his collarbones.

He then looked over at her.

She quickly looked away before cursing under her breath.

She had never been that obvious in all her life.

"Hey," he said.

"Hi," she said.

"You new here?

Sorry I but I've never seen you before" he said.

"Kinda.

I'm Jaekyung's sister" she said.

"Damn.

That really shows how much he doesn't like me.

I never knew that and to be honest, no one here does" he said.

She smiled "It's fine.

I don't come here often" she said.

"So does that mean your big bad brother won't beat me to a bloody pulp for this?" he asked.

She laughed causing him to smile.

"Hopefully not.

Sadly I won't be able to help if he does" she said.

"Really?

I thought you would be a fighter like him" he said.

"No.

Oh god no.

I'm not a fighter.

I've always wanted to be an artist actually" she said.

"Do you want to learn?" he asked.

"What?" she asked as she looked at him causing her confidence to shrink like she was.

He was stunning "To fight.

Do you want me to teach you to fight?" he said as he scratched the back of his neck.

"Um..." she said.

"Sure but I won't be any good.

I'm very clumsy" she said.

"Do worry I'll keep you steady" he said.

Why was she doing this?

This was a really bad idea?

Everyone gathered around as Blossom watched the man she had just met wrap her hands.

"I'll be behind you so you can get the moments," he said.

"Ok.

Um, I just realized I don't know your name" she said.

"Daehyun," he said with a smile.

"I'm Blossom," she said.

"Pretty just like you" he said causing her to blush harshly.

"Cool," she said.

He moved to stand behind her causing some of the team to send a few whistles their way.

He wrapped his hands around hers causing her skin to tingle.

His hands were rough but gentle as he lined up with her.

He placed his hand on her stomach causing her to gasp.

"You alright?" he asked.

"Yeah im fine" she said.

She then watched as he began to show her a few moves.

"Go like this and then like this and you'll land a good few hits on who you're fighting.

Just remember to hit hard.

Throw your body into one punch" he said before running his hands down her arms.

If her brother saw this she would have to watch a really gorgeous but kind fighter get torn apart.

"Try it," he said.

She threw a punch into the punching bag in front of her before smiling as she made the heavy bag move.

"You're strong," he said.

"I used to pull my brother off people when he got in fights," she said.

He laughed "How you're half his size?" he asked.

"I couldn't tell you honestly," she said before looking at him causing the world to stand still.

What was this feeling?

It was as if he was looking directly into her soul.

It burned but she could pull away.

"With a few more lessons you'll be ready to beat any mugger up" he said.

"Awesome," she said.

"What the hell are you two doing? Jaekyung asked as he walked up to them.

"Nothing.

Go train" she said.

"The fuck you say?" he asked.

"Woah calm down," Daehyun said.

"I'm twenty-three Jae.

Stop treating me like im five.

He was being really nice" she said.

He looked at her before walking away.

"I'm so sorry," she said.

"Hey, it's not your fault.

He's been throwing tantrums all day" he said.

She smiled before looking at her watch.

"When does the gym close?" she asked.

"In the minutes," he said.

"Ok.

Would you by any chance know any good hotels nearby?" she asked.

"Yeah.

Fight with your boyfriend?" he asked.

She laughed "Roommate," she said.

"Well if you want you can join me and some of the guys for drinks and a meal.

I can then take you to a hotel near the gym.

It's all on me" he said.

"I could use a good drink.

Why the hell not" she said.

"Cool.

Meet me by the door in ten.

It was nice meeting you by the way" he said before running off.

She smiled before looking over to see her brother "Do you hate that im here?" she asked.

"No," he said before walking away again.

"Ok then," she said before walking to a bench that was by the door.

Minutes passed as she tapped her foot on the floor before hearing a group of rowdy guys.

It was like a tornado as it came her way tearing apart everything in its way.

"Hey you're still here" Daehyun said as he walked to her in a maroon shirt and jeans.

"Dude I told you she wouldn't run away.

Maybe you didn't scare her off unlike the last one" one of the guys around him said.

Daehyun hit him before looking at her.

"Come on.

You can ride with me" he said.

She stood up.

"Will it be ok if I leave my car in the car park?

I don't have the money to be paying fines at the moment" she said.

"Nah it's free parking.

Coach will hook you up anyway" he said as they walked out of the gym.

She then looked around at all the cars that looked similar in many ways.

Expensive cars were like that.

At least the ones she saw the most of were almost the same.

"This way.

Mines way at the back" he said.

"You're gonna let the young lady walk all that way.

You bastard" another one of the guys around him joked.

"Don't listen to them.

I sure don't" he said.

She laughed "Alright," she said before looking at him.

Once they got to his truck he opened the door for her.

"You don't have to show off," she said.

"I'm not showing off," he said.

She got in his truck before watching him run over to his side.

He got in before looking at her.

"I still can't believe your that picking time bombs sister.

I can now see some resemblance but I still wouldn't have a clue either way" he said.

"Don't worry.

Everyone is shocked it thinks im lying.

To be honest I wouldn't pretend to be his sister even if I wanted.

I'm still trying to get past being in his shadow and all that so" she said.

"You're not in his shadow.

You radiate your own light" he said before starting to drive to the bar he was taking her to.

"Are you always this forward?" she asked as her curiosity took over.

"Actually not in the slightest.

I don't know you're just different.

Unlike a quick fling I actually want to get to know you" he said.

He drove to the bar before they both got out and went inside with the others.

She looked around before sitting in a boof with everyone causing her to press against Daehyun.

"Sorry," she said as she looked into his eyes.

"It's fine.

Move over a little" he said as he wrapped her arm around her shoulders.

"There.

Is that better?" he asked.

"Yeah.

Thanks" she said.

They all ordered a large round of shots and other drinks as Blossom struggled to focus on anything but how warm Daehyun was.

She had to stop herself from cuddling into him.

They all started taking shot after shot as Blossom struggled to realise how much of a lightweight she was.

This wasn't going to end well but as the vodka hit she didn't care.

She placed her head on his shoulder as he took another shot.

"Another," she said as she picked up another shot.

"This is gonna get me in trouble," he said.

"Don't worry.

It'll be fine" she said slowly as she slurred her words causing him to laugh.

They both took about her shot and then another and another before they were almost on the floor.

She looked at him "You're pretty" she said.

"Thank you," he said.

"You know it would be really funny if you just kissed me right now.

I mean we just met.

That would be hilarious" she said.

Suddenly his lips were on hers as the alcohol made the idea of a hookup very appealing.

"Hey?

Why did you do that?" she said.

"I wanted to," he said.

"That's fair," she said before trying to kiss him as she missed his lips.

"You're so cute," he said before knowledge kissing her.

He wrapped his arms loosely around her.

"Bathroom?" he asked.

"I'm no classic hookup, good sir," she said.

"I'll make you feel really good.

Plus we won't even remember this so no regrets right" he said.

"Alright.

Come on" she said as she stumbled to the bathroom with his behind her.

Thankfully everyone left as he would never be able to forget this might if they witnessed the both of them being lightweights.

Daehyun slammed against the wall of the disabled stall as he sloppily kissed her neck before taking off her leggings.

He unbuttoned his jeans releasing his cock.

"So big.

Wow, you're so pretty" she said as she wrapped her hand around his cock causing him to moan as he turned red.

"Put it in.

I'm getting bored" she said.

He kissed her before lifting her thighs.

Daehyun slammed into her causing her to let out a loud moan.

"Good.

Fuck so good" She couldn't hold herself back ad he hit every spot that had her dripping.

He moaned into the crook of her neck as his sloppy thrusts did enough to get them both feeling ecstasy.

He pulled her hair as he shivered against her body.

He didn't have enough brainpower to make himself last longer as he shot his cum inside her.

"Fuck.

Your pussy is so good" he said as he continued to thrust into her.

"Cumming oh fuck" she said before convulsing as she came onto his cock.

It wasn't a meaningful hookup but in their drunk state they were now bonded for life but as they both went for round two all she could think about was what Jaekyung would do when this became a rumour.

#drunk #public smut #oneshot #mature #maturity #maturelanguage #smut #jinx manhwa #i dont know what this is

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iammistressofmyfate · 8 months

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My Bodyguard AU for Pynch sort of turned into an original piece...the characterizations were becoming too different that I was like "I can just make them something original"

But I've been toying with a Boxer!Ronan AU that's more Lynch brother centric with some Pynch and Jordeclan tossed in. I just really like writing sports AUs apparently

More about Boxer!Ronan below! CW // discussion of substance abuse and death

Ronan was a successful amateur boxer with his eyes on the Olympics

Declan is his trainer

They have a falling out when their father dies of a drug overdose. Declan grew up seeing his father's substance use where Ronan and Matthew only really knew a sober Niall. Everyone has a lot of big feelings.

Ronan fires Declan and Declan lets him.

Ronan ends up getting injured, which is just fuel on the fire. His dad is gone (so is his mom, several years earlier), he is no longer speaking to his brother, and his hopes and dreams of an Olympic medal are gone

Ronan spirals but with the help of his friends and manager, he's able to right his ship. He's sober, working as an instructor at the woodshop at the local college in their art program and does boxing lessons on the side at Calla's gym. He works with other amateur boxers and does free classes with troubled teens

Ronan meets Adam while in the ER after getting clocked in the face by one of his students who moved too soon. He needs stitches. Adam is the doctor on call. He stitches Ronan up and Ronan fell in love with him the moment he walked into the exam room. Ronan keeps showing up to the ER after his stitches are removed because he wants to see Adam and Adam eventually confronts him. Ronan says he'll leave Adam alone if he goes out with him on one date. Adam says yes (because Ronan IS hot and works with troubled teens so he must have SOME redeemable qualities and isn't always insufferable) They go on a date and hit it off and are engaged in "present day"

Meanwhile, Declan married Jordan and they have two kids. He works as an art dealer. Matthew is the bridge between his brothers and has been trying to get them to reconcile for years. All of the Lynches have been in therapy (because this is fanfic and because I say so)

Adam has noticed how much Ronan seems to miss boxing. During Adam's night shifts he comes home to an empty house on several occasions and finds Ronan at the gym, boxing. They talk about Ronan trying to get back into the amateur circuit and making another go at the Olympics.

Ronan mulls this over. Talks to Calla and his old manager. They think he could pull it off. If not a medal, at least qualifying. Ronan calls Declan. They have an awkward conversation but agree to meet up. They get lunch, catch up, and Declan says he'll think about it.

Declan thinks about it. Jordan encourages him. She knows how much he enjoyed coaching Ronan, how much it meant for both brothers to be that close. Declan agrees to coach Ronan.

>Insert various training montages and boxing matches here<

Ronan qualifies for the Elite team and goes to the Pan Am Games. He wins silver in his weight class, which means he has a ticket to the Olympics. Cue lots of crying and hugging and celebrating. His comeback story is picked up and followed. He does some interviews. This was obviously more than just boxing. This was Ronan and Declan making amends.

Ronan works his way through the prelims to the semifinals, to the quarterfinals, he's in the last bracket for a podium spot. Does he medal...? He'll get at LEAST bronze...

Anyway, as much as I love writing Pynch, I do love a good reconciliation story between the Lynch brothers.

#adam parrish #ronan lynch #declan lynch #matthew lynch #jordan #pynch #jordeclan #boxer!ronan #doctor!adam #art broker!declan #artist!jordan #the raven cycle #the dreamer trilogy #trc #tdt #fic ideas #pynch ideas

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It's my first year in college and I really wanted to get in a frat house. But I got turned down from all of them. They say a frat is not the place for a skinny four eyed virgin. And I've been trying to prove them wrong. I'm working out everyday so I can look the part of a Frat boy!

I've even tried to get my 3 roommates to the gym too, but they're too busy in front of their computers all of the time We're all typical nerds, so my standing didn't change anything by living with them...

Please help me! I want us all to have the frat life experience!

Well, I can't say I don't understand your wish! It's probably what you've seen all your life on tv and movies. All the partying and drinking and fucking.

And then you get to college yourself and what do you get? Papers and exams... It's not fair I tell you!

Ok so I think I can make a few changes to help. I'll be going by the order in which you presented your issues.

First of all the easy stuff! You want to get into a frat. Done! Your house is now the newly instated Chi Upsilon Mu! You don't have a lot of members but that'll soon change I bet!

If that were all I'd be sad! You may be in a frat, but its in name only. No one's coming to a party thrown by four nerds.

You're probably feeling the next changes already. Your clothes feel tighter around your chest with the firm athletic pecs you now have, your sleeves also feel like they're hugging wider arms. Further south you feel your core tighten into an impressive six-pack and your ass inflating with muscle to provide you with a envyable bubble butt. Thighs and calves grow in size and definition. No one's calling you skinny anytime soon. You might still want to wear glasses for the style but your vision's also perfect now!

Oh I almost forgot you said they called you a virgin! Ahahah! That couldn't be further from the truth! You get it on! And everyone knows it. You always were a proud slut! Either dicking down dudes and chicks with that cock presently growing longer and thicker down your leg, or getting dicked down by your bros in need of a tight hole.

What? I'm sorry. You weren't really specific about which virginity you meant so I played it safe, and then some.

About your housemates. Sorry! Your frat brothers. Of course we need to beef them up! All of them are gym addicts! They were even the ones who got you in shape in the first place. No wonder they're bigger all over. Their bodies inflate with insane amounts of muscle. Skin gains a healthy tan from going out...You might be an athletic gym bro but all three of them are big muscle hunks. You were worried they were on their computer all the time. Well I bet they don't even know how to work with one now, being the dumb bros they are. You're for sure the brains of the house! All they think about is lifting, partying and fucking, just like you wanted it! Now this is a perfect start for the great fraternity that is Chi Upsilon Mu!

You might be wondering why two of them are eyeing you like that, but you see, with so much testosterone under the same roof, these frats always need a designated cumdump. And they're looking at it!

Hope you have fun living the frat life!

#muscle growth tf #muscle growth story #male tf #reality change #nerd to hunk #chi upsilon mu #nerdtojock

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eddie-van-munson · 2 years

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Slow dancing at prom with Eddie while “Crazy for You” by Madonna plays :DD?

I made it Henderson!Reader! I hope that's ok!

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns, Reader is stood up, Cursing.

"He's not coming." You croaked, tears in your eyes as you played with the skirt of your silky, blush colored gown. You should have known better when Andy had asked you, but still, some part of you had held out hope.

Max sat beside you on the bleachers, "Oh, come on. Forget him. He's an asshole. Let's go dance."

You wiped a tear from your cheek, cringing when you saw it was black with mascara. "It's ok, Max. I think I'll just go on home."

"But you look so pretty." Lucas argued. "And we're all here with you. Just stay a little longer?"

You opened your mouth to respond, but the gym doors slammed open, cutting you off. Dustin ran through them, followed closely by your very out of breath best friend, Eddie Munson. They went straight to the bleachers, and Eddie fell to his knees dramatically in front of you where you sat.

"I'm here. I'm here."

You stared down at him, confusion in your eyes. "I thought you weren't coming?"

He smiled, his big brown eyes looking so pretty under the lights from the dance floor. "Well, I hadn't planned on it, but then baby brother here showed up at my place." He pointed his thumb at Dustin, who looked a little sheepish. Eddie reached up to wipe the tears and mascara from beneath your eyes gently. "He said there's a pretty girl here needing a new date. Any idea who that might be?"

Your expression crumbled a little at the gesture, and you held his hands where they cradled your cheeks.

"Now I might not be quite as dreamy as Andy Beefcake, but do you think I'll do as a Makeshift Prince Charming, Cinderella?"

You gave a sob as you pulled him into a hug. He rubbed your back soothingly. "I..." Your words cut off with a sniffle. "I thought you hated school dances."

He laughed softly, pulling back to look at you, "I've never been to one with you, babe. You'd make a fuckin' root canal tolerable."

You giggled, blushing.

"Besides, I'm not just going to sit around at my place like an asshole and let you go without a Prom date, now am I?"

You let him help you up, and it was only then that you noticed that Dustin had given him the bow tie he had been wearing to put on beneath his jacket. You giggled softly, straightening it for him.

A slow song came on as he tugged you out onto the dance floor, and you were just about to tell him that it was ok if he wanted to wait this one out, but he offered you his hand, pulling you in close against his chest and grinning down at you. Your arms slid up and over his shoulders as he held your waist. Your stomach was doing somersaults.

He lifted a hand to rub the last little smudge of mascara from beneath your eyes, gently. He held your chin, his expression fond as he admired you for a moment before returning his hand to its spot on your hips. "God, you look pretty."

You grin, "You really think so?"

"Just about the prettiest thing I've ever seen."

You laugh softly, "You know, flattery works with me..."

He smirks, " 's not flattery, babe. It's the truth. You're a peach."

Your heart stuttered. You held him closer, practically pulling him into a hug as you both gently swayed to the Madonna song that was on. Your head rested in the crook of his neck. "I can't believe you came to prom for me. I though that was against Munson Doctrine."

His chest ached happily, and he rubbed your back as he held you. "What can I say? I'm crazy for you."

You laughed sweetly, your eyes locked with his. He held your gaze, watching as your eyes traced over his curls and down his nose, across his cheeks and jaw, finally focusing on his lips.

"Are you really?" Your voice is hushed, and you're unable to look away from the curve of his knowing grin.

"Am I really what?" He could feel your breath against his lips, and your eyelashes were casting little shadows onto your cheeks.

"Crazy for me?"

He swallowed thickly, his nose nearly touching yours, now. "I'm more than crazy for you, Princess. You drive my insane. Can't get you out of my goddamn head half the time."

Your gaze finally leaves his lips, drifting back up to his eyes. "You mean that? You're not just saying that because you want to kiss me?"

Eddie laughed loudly and brightly, grinning against you as you finally nudged your nose against his and caught his perfect lips in the kiss that he'd been waiting for patiently since Freshman year.

You were soft, and you smelled good. Tasted good too...like vanilla lip gloss. He felt a twinge of jealousy at the thought that maybe you'd originally worn it for Andy, and he kissed you more desperately because of it, running his tongue along your lower lip to get as much of your sweet, sugary taste as he possibly could.

He pressed one last chaste kiss to your lips as your eyes, dizzy with love, found his again.

"Like I said," He smiled, his sweet dimples making an appearance on either side of his face. "Crazy for you."

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#eddie munson #eddie the freak munson #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagines #eddie x reader #eddie x you #eddie imagines #eddie imagine #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #stranger things imagine #stranger things imagines #eddie munsen #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munsen x reader #eddie munson imagine

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taito-division · 10 months

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ARB Birthday Special: Eldrid Iwasaki

~~ July 5th ~~

"That which does not kill us, makes us stronger."

*Sighs* "Well, time for another day of training. Hope the gym is rea... wait... what do you mean, I'm not allowed to enter the gym today?! I got work to do! An important match is coming up! ...What? Today is a special day for me? What the hell are you talking about?"

"My... birthday? ...Oh yeah. That is today, ain't it? But that's no excuse for keeping me out of the gym! I've got training to do! ...Alright, alright! Fine, I'll skip today! But you lot better not pull this crap tomorrow!"

Voice Lines:

"Man... I can't believe it's my birthday today. I wonder why my brothers didn't tell me... But I guess the fact Yuma woke up before me and cooked breakfast should have been a hint. ...Look, don't judge me, okay?! I've never really had a good reason to celebrate my birthday! To me, it's just another day. ...But I guess the people of Taitō think differently."

"Man, I've had so many people and fans cheering and wishing me a 'Happy birthday'. I'll admit, it's kind of a good feeling. I used to think birthdays were just nature's way of telling you that your time is winding up. But I guess that's a bit depressing of me. Maybe I should start taking Azusa and Goldie's advice and start thinking more positively."

"My older brothers called and wished me a 'happy birthday', which was nice of them. They, unfortunately, couldn't come to visit, but I understood. Just knowing they were thinking of me is enough."

"Thanks, Azusa. That means a lot, though I would have appreciated you telling me that today was my birthday. You know you have a better handle on those sorts of things than I do. ...Yeah, I got it. I'll work on it. ...A gift? Come on, you didn't have to do that. ...A CD for meditation? Yeah, I've been trying to do it every day. ...Thanks, Azusa. I'll definitely put this to use. I promise."

"Thanks, Goldie. It's appreciated. ...Look, if you start that whole 'honor' talk on my birthday, I'm going to hurt you. I get it from you every other day, so let's just skip it for today, okay? ...Yeah, whatever. You got a gift for me, or are you just here to shoot the breeze? ...The Complete History of Vikings? ...Wow. Okay, I'll admit. I didn't expect this from you, Goldie. Thanks. ...Yeah, yeah. Don't let it go to your head."

Azusa Lines:

"Happy birthday, Eldrid-san. I am glad to see you have persevered another year. ...My apologies, but typically, one should know the day of their own birth. But I will endeavor to work on reminding you. With that out of the way, here is a gift for you. A few days ago, you mentioned that you've been having some issues meditating, so I thought this CD would help you. It should do well in calming your mind and spirit. ...You are welcome, Eldrid-san. I hope and pray that it will aid you. And again, happy birthday."

Fleuret Lines:

"A very blessed happy birthday to you, Eldrid-san! I must say it is truly an honor and privilege for you to have made it another year on Earth. ...Hmph, well excuse me for trying to be nice. But fine. Only because it is your birthday, I shall not speak of the benefits of honor to you, though my soul grieves for this. ...Yes, I do have a gift for you, my ill-tempered friend."

"Here. You once stated that though your family ascends from Vikings, you don't know much about them. Therefore, I purchased this book in hopes that it would help you learn more about them. ...Thank you, Eldrid-san! I am glad you like it! ...Haha. Too late. I shall remember this moment for a lifetime."

#hypmic oc #hypnosis mic oc #hypmic #hypnosis mic #hypnosis microphone #eldrid iwasaki #azusa furukawa #fleuret oshiro #blade maiden #taito division #alternative rap battle #hypmic arb #happy birthday eldrid 2023

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I first got into this in my Turtles In Time 2012 episode liveblog, most of it is copied from that. This is a no-ninja-no-stakes AU.

So basically I created this idea of them within the concept of “One of those tropes where the heroes are put into a Perfect World dream and have to help each other escape” and Donnie’s would be them all as normal humans. But it was so good I made it a normal They Just Humans AU as well.

So they’re all Japanese, Splinter is a single parent of 5 kids. He’s got his biological daughter, Karai (named Miwa at birth but she’s goin' through a Rebellious Phase right now so she changed it) and his four adopted sons. He’s a trained martial artist, but he never felt a need to train his children very heavily in it, because they live pretty peaceful lives. They know enough to defend themselves if needed, but they’re not ninjas.

They’re quadruplets, but not identical. Splinter finds it curious how they all have varying eye colors but are definitely all blood related. He adopted them sort of by accident, meaning to just foster them for a while when they were babies, but well, they just claimed his heart!

Leo is very into yoga and zen sort of exercise methods. He’s a total nerd, of course, and goes to cosplay conventions pretty regularly. Mikey usually helps him make his homemade cosplays, with extra flair like lights and stuff added by Donnie. He’s decently well-liked in school, except he tends to be a bit of a snitch and a hypocrite at times. He lets his hair grow out the most and wears mostly baggy shirts and plain jeans, very Chill Guy vibes (basically if Leo didn’t have to worry about saving the world all of the time). Editing this from the future: I've now seen all of Rise and this Leo isn't the same Chill Guy Vibes as Rise Leo, this one is more like... like you can sit in a long car ride with him in silence but the silence will never feel awkward or uncomfortable.

Raph is following in his older sister’s footsteps and entering his Rebellious Phase. He’s in therapy for anger issues, and uses sports as a release. He’s on the school football team, still very short but stocky enough to be a good player. He’s a little more balanced thanks to being able to actually go to therapy, so he lashes out less. It’s well-known around school not to mess with The Hamato Siblings, because both the older sister (who’s been known to carry knives around on her) and the short football brother have no issues Pummeling People Who Mess With Their Siblings. Raph tends to wear t-shirts and gym shorts, but sometimes he goes for an all-out Punk Badboy look. Only when he’s really feeling it though, because it’s a real hassle to put the look together in the morning. He keeps his hair pretty short, not buzzed though.

Donnie is willowy and lanky, though surprisingly not wimpy. Splinter makes sure all of his kids exercise regularly, so he’s got lean muscle, but much less than any of his other siblings. He usually doesn’t need glasses, but when he needs to make sure the smallest detail possible is perfect, he has a pair of them. Otherwise his sight is… passable. He’s the kid everyone hopes to be paired with on science projects, because he’ll inevitably end up doing the whole thing himself and be happy to just let you sit there and watch. He likes to tinker with electronics and chemistry, but he’s already planning to go into some field of Biology as a career, possibly something medical. His gap tooth is just because, when that baby tooth fell out, there was no adult tooth to replace it. Genetics, what’re you gonna do? It’s actually what got him curious about biology, so he doesn’t mind it. He prefers sweatshirts usually, or anything easy to toss on in the morning, because he has a bad habit of staying up way too late reading or tinkering. Yes, he is neurodivergent, of course. He usually lets his hair grow out a little, not on purpose, just because he forgets to make the barber’s appointments.

Mikey is a gymnast and an artist! He’s really good at gymnastics and wins competitions pretty often, and would be captain of the school team if he could just get his grades up a little more. He only just got diagnosed with ADHD and is still getting his medication and therapy regiment set up, but he feels good about how things will go once that’s done. He’s also the artist of the family, in that he draws the most. Raph is actually better at the technical aspects of art, but he doesn’t really do much art beyond sometimes going out with Karai to do some graffiti. Mikey however is always doodling and drawing, their house is covered in old wall drawings form when he was small. He has a million fidget toys. He likes to layer up, usually a long sleeved shirt with a jacket, one of the kinds where the torso is denim but the sleeves and hood aren’t, is the minimum he must have every day. He draws on all of his jeans (Donnie actually does too, but he writes down notes to himself and formulas and idea, while Mikey just doodles train-of-thought style). His hair is short and oddly poofy, and always gets in his eyes. How he does gymnastics so well in spite of that is a mystery to all.

Karai is very protective of her brothers, because she’s had one too many people say something about them “not being her real brothers” and it makes her Furious. She’s gotten into a real rebellious phase, because while Splinter is a good dad he can be a little too strict sometimes, and she got tired of it. She got piercings at a friend’s house, started doing the graphic liner, decided to get a big leather jacket and spiked gloves… she loves it, and loves feeling very powerful and badass. She actually isn’t super happy about Raph following in her footsteps so early (she’s a couple years older) but knows he won’t just Stop Doing Stuff, so she usually offers to let him tag along with her trouble so he’s supervised and not out spray painting places alone.

April met the Hamato Clan in freshman year of highschool, she was trying to find her class and they were all arguing in the hallway about where to go. Donnie broke away from the argument and helped her out. She knows he has a crush on her, but he’s a lot less creepy about it in this AU, it’s mainly just he blushes around her a lot and gets self-conscious when they’re alonetogether. But she doesn’t want to make things weird by telling him no, or yes, she’s not sure, so she pretends not to notice. The other brothers basically adopted her as another sister, which Karai also eventually came around to. She’s into things like astrology and tarot cards, but on the downlow, she’s a little embarrassed about it.

Casey was friend with Raph first, both of them trying out for the hockey team at the same time. Raph didn’t end up making the cut, but they stayed friends. Eventually Casey and Donnie realized they both like tinkering and making little gadgets and they became friends, and then Casey was talking about his graffiti art and Mikey joined in and they became friends, and Leo warmed up to him when Raph asked Leo to take over a video game fight for a bit while he went and got some snacks. He thinks Karai is really cool, and Karai trusts him to take care of Raph or the others if Casey convinces them to do some mischief with him.

Splinter tries his best to be a good dad. It can be hard, and he makes lots of mistakes, but he tries. He was raised in a very Traditional household, but all of his children are very much the opposite of that, and he struggles with breaking away from how he was brought up to do things for the sake of not stifling his children. Still, he seeks counseling so he can do his best, especially once Mikey was diagnosed (Donnie hasn’t been diagnosed yet but Splinter has his suspicions) as neurodivergent. He’s still strict, usually, but has been known to soften up sometimes and allow a bit more excitement into their lives and home.

So yeah, that's my 2012 Humans AU!

#tmnt 2k12 #tmnt 2012

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A letter with some pictures she's sneakily taken of her and the rest of the members and him and more pocket money for snacks it's not a joke any more she wants to make sure he can treat himself.

It's been 84 years since I've last seen you. How are you? Any gray hairs? You're probably full of them. I know I am. Joking aside I hope you are doing well. I miss you big brother everyday you are away. I wonder if you're warm and if they are treating you harshly. It feels like you've gone to jail or something from the texts you sent so I worry about you alot. I hope this pictures make you smile there is some of the other members too because I know it's your first time without them in a long time you must miss them. I don't have much to say my day to day hasn't changed except for not seeing you. Ah but the price of ramen has went up a dollar! A whole dollar! Isn't this the sign of the times? Ugh how will we live now? Okay. Now I really have nothing to say. You got this joon keep your head up. -Dani

He looked at the photos that he hadn't known had even been taken and smiled. Oh, he had grey hairs before the enlistment. Army had made sure to point those out. Having grey hairs before 30 was unfortunately family genetics.

Going to jail? Ha, to him it was a lot like being a trainee again. In a small room with a bunch of other guys, no privacy. A communal shower and terrible coffee. A curfew and tight schedule. It was like when he was 15 and trying to pass classes and sneak food into the dorms.

in some ways that made it easier. It was because he'd been through it, he already knew how to cope. He saw it was harder for a lot of the younger guys who had never been away from home before now. He'd lived away from his parents since he signed a contract at 15, so he had advice and he knew he could make it easier on these young kids that has never made ramen or saw a coffee pot before.

But it was really part of what turned boys into men in the military. It was teaching you to rely on yourself and your squad. It was teaching you that you couldn't run to your parents for help anymore. You had to pull up y our boot straps and be a man. Be an adult.

He had already done this and so in a way he had an edge. He had more discipline in himself. He thrived in routine and he had been steadily working out. A lot of the new recruits had never stepped foot in a gym. Therefore he found himself in a mentor position again, only this time not in BTS but just the older soldier with experiences in life helping out the younger who it was their first time away from home.

And Goddamn! Ramen up a dollar! What the hell is this world coming to? That crosses a line. A line!

#the fuck a dollar?#how are we going to afford ramen?#it's not like the recipe changed!#ramen is supposed to be college food!#Will have to ration ramen now

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artdecosupernova-writing · 11 months

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Find the Word Game XV

(Double Feature)

tagged by: @oh-no-another-idea & @zmwrites!! my words: candle, wax, sunlight, dandelion, butter, play, step, miss, scramble tagging: @drippingmoon, @druidx, @drabbleitout, @sleepy-night-child, @ashen-crest, and lady luck though she and I are not on speaking terms at the moment your words: morning, evening, night, day, dark, moon

candle (Aurora)—

Thrive pressed his fingers against his water and the surface began to frost over, ice crystals spider-webbing out from the points where his skin met the glass. He then took a fork and began to break the thin layer of ice at the top. "I am quite cognizant to your love of space…as it's one of your many idiosyncrasies with which I am utterly enraptured."

"As evidenced by this," Warren added, gesturing toward the nebula. "You really didn't have to go through so much trouble for me, though."

"Why not? It's our anniversary."

There was a pause. "What?" Warren blinked. "Really? You've kept track of the exact day we got married ———?"

Shaking his head, Thrive lifted his water to his lips. "The day we met."

Warren inhaled sharply, veins filling with heat and veneration. Thrive's brilliant eyes sparkled verdant under the light of the candle, and Warren wanted little else but to be inside his mind at that moment. "October fifteenth."

"Correct." Thrive took another sip of water and glanced at the patrons inside the restaurant, on the other side of the tinted glass wall. "The night I landed in Ruria Lake."

wax (Warpath)—

"When was the last time you went to Leviathan?"

Warren sighed, taking the mug of coffee from Thoeala as she joined him at the edge of the cliff the next morning. "It doesn't feel like that long ago. Let me tell you…I hate going there alone. It's like a fucking prison fortress."

She regarded him, hands at her hips, obsidian ponytail waving in the breeze. "You've been doing a good job taking over for Daddy, though."

Warren swallowed a sip of the caffeinated beverage and gazed out at the ocean again. "Yeah…I'm suffocating, actually. I don't know how he does it. And of course he's gone gallivanting across the galaxy right as another crisis hits. I've handled them before, but this one feels different." He looked at Thoeala. "...[Sinkship] didn't deserve this."

She waxed sympathetic. "No, she didn't. She started a lot of conflict that made life a living hell for all of us, but she didn't deserve this."

sunlight (Rebirth)—

Warren sighed. "Well, Mr. Sympa—"

"Eugh, nope. Guetry. Mr. Sympa's a lanky French man currently on business somewhere around Mars, probably cursing me out under his breath because I haven't called him in a couple weeks and it's almost his birthday."

"Right…I wanted to talk to you about helping to bring this all to a permanent end."

Guetry did not resume his seat but instead leaned his hands on the table, imparting Warren with a long look of abject offense that displaced the default mischief. "Okay, look…people were born, lived their lives, and died of old age during these wars. Whole planets ravaged with battlefields, mass graves floating for eternity in the dead of space, soldiers of all species getting killed every damn day to these wars. Families torn apart, hope completely dashed along every waking hour…what kinda ignorant, stone-cold arrogance do you have to possess to think you alone can be the metaphorical sunlight breaking through this raincloud shit-show, brother?"

"Not alone, no. I have an obhelian."

A look of recognition crossed Guetry's face and he narrowed his eyes again. "The obhelian?"

"Yep."

dandelion flower (Meridian)—

Atoa and the guards, dwindling down in number, led them to the kitchens, the gym, the training room, and finally to the simulated courtyard where a surprisingly luscious garden grew under artificial weather lamps. Vegetables, fruits, flowers of all kinds beautified the space and Thrive looked enchanted, which surprised Warren.

"I smell at least four flowers from Tournaltis," Thrive said, walking past a bench to survey the vegetable area. "And...three from C'o."

"What happened to a good rose, huh?" Warren asked, leaning into a marble pillar.

Thrive came to a sudden halt, reaching over to pull a single orange rose into view past a bush. He looked at Warren.

"Damn," Warren said, smiling. "That was kinda hot, I won't lie."

"You never do," Thrive said, letting the rose move back into place. "Not about that, anyway."

butter (Aurora)—

My Bear—

Warren already had to pause to give himself time to recover. He'd forgotten that his mother used to call him that, particularly closer to the time she passed, and he could almost hear her beckoning him to the couch to watch her weave baskets for their neighbors. Her scent, honey and whipped butter from her daily breakfast, wafting in front of his nose from olfactory recall alone. He'd play with her hair, braided down to her waist, unbraiding and teaching himself to re-braid it by following the natural waves. Her expressive brown eyes, eyes he wished he'd inherited growing up. He envied the way the light would turn them gold.

Taking a deep breath and sitting down on his bed, Warren continued reading his mother's shaky handwriting through blurred vision.

My Bear,

I trust you have finally decided it's time to read this. That means you need strength more than you ever have before, and I am about to provide it to you.

play (Meridian)—

"I'm surprised y'all don't have bodyguards or something stationed here," Mercury said at one point as they congregated in the sitting room Thrive had installed to entertain diplomatic guests.

Thrive stiffened at that. "It's a matter of time. Once our palace has been built, they'll likely assign a permanent security detail to us."

Sig, Guetry, and Mercury went quiet.

"Palace?" Guetry said. "You guys are getting a palace? Where?"

Warren and Thrive exchanged a glance. "We can't tell you," Warren said. "We can't tell anyone. It's supposed to be the most well-hidden location in the two galaxies. I don't even think we're allowed to know once we move in."

"Hey, we found ——�� eventually," Guetry said from one of the sofas. "Not to spook you guys but anything can be found with enough time."

Thrive nodded, resting his elbows on his knees and watching Thoeala play with Mercury on the other side of the room. "That is true...however, the tactics we used to find the Blue Palace will be taken into account when constructing Leviathan. It will be impossible to track." He lifted his gaze to Warren. "For our safety."

step (Eternal)—

Minutes later the doors to the gate opened and a couple of heavily-armed guards marched through, escorting a mechanized wheelchair in which sat Guetry, chained at the wrists and completely zoned out. He still looked impeccably groomed but not in the usual Guetry way, wearing a normal overpowering t-shirt and skinny jeans. His face was a bit puffy as he'd gained a bit of weight, and dark circles encompassed his makeup-less, somewhat dulled eyes. Even though in its normal state the giant tattoo crawling up his right arm to his throat was dormant, now it seemed even more as if something had washed part of it away.

"Guetry," Warren said abruptly.

His head swiveled up and around to him as they all stopped for the guards to talk with DeCosta. He narrowed his eyes at him and Thrive, almost placing them, but not quite. "Too fancy for paparazzi and t-too foreign for my family…"

Thrive stepped forward and swiped a gentle hand over Guetry's hair, resting it on his forehead, holding out the other hand to placate the guards who moved to jump into action. "Settle…" he murmured to both parties.

miss (Meridian)—

The image shifted again, this time portraying Thrive hidden in shadow, a green glow taking up much of the shot and highlighting the lines of his face.

"Not too long after I'd awakened," Scot said. "At NodeSource headquarters."

Once more the image changed, and Warren's breath left him in a rush.

Efthim, during the rescue of the qrihk. Warren's face in profile, in the middle of speaking to someone, and Thrive standing at his shoulder, watching him. It had been a blink-and-miss-it moment of levity among their evacuation team. While he remembered the instant of cracking a joke to make the others laugh as their assignment had weighed down on everyone, he had no idea Thrive was watching him with such...softness.

He was smiling. Subtle, but definite. His eyes were focused not on his surroundings, not on potential escape or incoming harm, but on Warren. And there didn't appear to be anything strong enough to break that focus in that long-gone yet immortalized snap of time.

"Send me that one," he whispered.

Scot patted his knee under the table. "Already done."

scramble (Aurora)—

Dazia burst onto the bridge and immediately swore. "Thank fucking god. Okay, let's get the hell out of here."

Warren scrambled to the viewscreen as everyone else began to pour into the room, relieved at him and Guetry being in one piece. "What happened?!"

"We don't know!" Emnophene exclaimed. "You were there one minute, then a huge sinkhole opened up and we thought you and Guetry had died!"

Mercury surged forward and gathered Guetry in a desperate, tight embrace, planting a solid, lengthy kiss to his mouth that surprised even Warren, who'd accidentally turned at that exact moment. Guetry's wide eyes spoke volumes.

"I was leavin' you behind," Mercury breathed through clenched teeth, voice quaking as he gripped Guetry's stunned face in his hands and pressed several more kisses to him. "I had to leave you behind, you stupid man…"

Sig's voice came in through the comm. "Are we still detonating or not?"

Warren snapped out of his thoughts. "Yes. Yes! ——— can handle it—we need to get out of here, 'cause we sure as shit can't!"

#tag game #find the word

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solarsavoy · 6 months

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1, 2, 17, 42, and 43 for the oc asks?

1 - loyal

Rozemery. All of the Carrolls are loyal, but Rozemery is the most in my opinion. She cares a great deal about protecting the Solara line, and would even choose to protect the Solara line over her own family (but it helps that she has the utmost confidence that her husband will protect their son just fine XD). She even chooses to stay at the castle despite having a home outside of the grounds. She visits daily, of course, and her son Roxin basically views the castle as a second home, but putting her loyalty for the Solara line above all else earns her this title of being the most loyal OC I have.

2 - impatient

I want to say this is Alara. In ways, she's incredibly patient and wise, but when it comes to smaller things, she can be quite impatient. She always wants it right now because otherwise she'll obsess about it. This tends to come off as excitement though, and can be seen with how she often drags Deshi around to go do things. She always does it at a sort of faster pace than everyone else, even going at a full out run if allowed.

17 - fashionable

Nanyt! He's a super minor character that appears in Echoes of Stag. First, to set up the world a bit, Thera just naturally has less "feminine" stuff like makeup or dresses or skirts and thus what we'd refer to as "fashion" on Earth. The reason for this is because they have developed as a hunter/gatherer society, so they're more into things that are practical, not fashionable. It's very rare to see things like makeup or painted nails and such. Also, there's much less of a stigma about who wears such things. Fashion is seen as a more frivolous thing than a feminine thing, so there's virtually no difference on Thera as to whether a man or a woman is more likely to use such things as beauty products.

With that said, Nanyt is an absolute queen. He enjoys eye makeup and painting his nails the most, and cares a great deal about how he looks. You could even go so far as to say he's one of few people on Thera that even cares about such things as fashion, but he's also one of the best at it. This is more impressive because he's from Marka, which is not known as the most "frivolous" kingdom. Most frivolity is from Hummes, which Nanyt has never even stepped foot in. He is truly a fashion god among peasants when it comes to Thera.

42 - athletic

Definitely Stag. He actually loves working out just to work out, and he's the only character like this. Most others will exercise to keep in shape. Regardless of what shape he's in, Stag will workout anyway. XD I've no idea where he gets this from. (Coming from me, someone who hasn't seen a gym in a few years. 😅)

43 - organized

Trance gets this one. She even has a quirk (usually caused by stress) of organizing and fussing with things in her room. It's slightly OCD, but more driven by the need to do something with her hands. At her worst times, she'll pull everything out of her closet just to put it back away more neatly and organized than it was before. At the minimum though, she requires a certain degree of organization in everything she does.

Bonus: Trance's cousin Izzy is the exact opposite in this. He lives in what most call an "organized mess". This drives Trance absolutely insane to the point where she'll refuse to even enter his room. These two really act more like brother and sister due to circumstances with their families.

Thanks for the ask, Hailey!

Ask thing. FYI for anyone interested, the following have not been asked for yet. 4-8, 10, 13, 14, 16, 18, 20, 22, 24-26, 29-36, 38, 39, 41, 44, 45 (Hope this makes it easier in case you wanted to know more. ^^)

#solarsavoyasks #Krystar #Krystar characters #original characters

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armoryarchives · 7 months

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Day 4, still going strong! This time I've picked the third prompt for the day, the quote, "You in there?" This entry is a little bit shorter than I would like, but I promise I will make up for it with tomorrow's! Further more, I'd like to say, AAAAA!!! My day 3 post was reblogged by the official Whumptober archive blog! I'm so happy :,D The writing won't stop!

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If there’s one thing Hop hates, it’s crying. That’s not to say he hates seeing others cry, or that he hates the sound of it– He acknowledges the fact that crying is a healthy, normal activity. Sometimes it's good to let out your sadness rather than keep it bottled up.

That doesn’t mean he has to like it, though. Crying is uncomfortable, or so he believes. It’s wet, it’s messy, and it’s loud. Once he begins crying, he can’t stop, and he really dislikes that loss of control over himself and his emotions. Besides, crying is synonymous with being sad, and he’s not a fan of that either. Hop is always full of energy, fun and cheerful and ready to tackle whatever is in front of him. Crying feels antithetical to that image he’s crafted, that spirit he brings.

But of course, he can’t help it. Sometimes, something is too much not to cry over, and Hop finds now is one of those times. He’s sitting in a bathroom, face in his hands as tears pour from his eyes. It’s a pretty poor location to find himself sobbing in, but at least he has an ample source of ‘tissues’. He tears off a square of toilet paper and blows his nose.

What strikes him as the most pathetic part of this all is that he’s the only one acting like this right now. Outside, everyone is having a good time, chatting and eating. It’s a party, one that Leon is hosting in the name of all the Gym Leaders, thanks to their contributions towards the Eternatus incident. They deserve it, really, but the fact that all of the Gym Leaders were invited posed a problem from the get-go. Namely, that meant that Bede was there.

Hop doesn’t know why he ever thought it was a good idea to come. Leon had invited Sonia, and naturally she asked to bring Hop along, and of course he said yes. Why wouldn’t he? He has no idea about the animosity between his brother and the newly appointed fairy type Gym Leader, because Hop never told him. It didn’t even register to Hop that he would see Bede there until he was face to face with the smug bastard.

And of course, the other tore him down. There was no pretense of politeness between them, though Hop supposes that’s partially his own fault, with the way he had been glaring at the other before he even opened his mouth. He wishes he hadn’t opened it. He wishes he had kept his piercing comments to himself, and he wishes he wasn’t so weak that he let them affect him.

For all of the bravado and confidence Hop puts forward, it sure does seem to fold easily in the face of criticism.

A knock on the bathroom door jolts him out of his thoughts. He wipes his eyes frantically on his sleeve, trying to compose himself as quickly as he can.

“You in there?”

He freezes. He hadn’t expected a question, nor was he expecting to hear the flat, chill voice of Marnie. His arm lowers as he puzzles over why she’s here. Judging by what she said, it sounds like she was looking for him.

“Yeah, I’m in here,” He answers, feeling uneasy. “Are you?...”

“Your brother was wondering where you disappeared off to.”

Ah. That explains it. He sniffles, his nose feeling stuffy and his cheeks wet. He’s in no condition to face Leon right now. In fact, Leon is the last person he wants to see right now, or even talk to. He had been hoping he’d have more time to finish crying and pull himself together, but he supposes he should’ve known better. His brother has always had a keen eye for details.

“You alright?”

Whoops. He forgot to respond. It’s hard not to get lost in his own head right now, but he should really focus on seeming somewhat coherent.

“I’m fine, sorry. Could you tell Lee I’m going home early?”

“Sneaking out, eh? Back door’s further down the hall, I think.”

That is not the verb he would use to describe what he plans to do, but he supposes now that he’s learnt there’s a less conspicuous exit just within reach, yeah. He pretty much plans to sneak out. Thinking about it like that makes him feel guilty, though, like he’s running away.

“You know,” Marnie continues, “Bede can’t tell a lie to save his life. I asked him if he had seen ya, and he just about spelt it all out for me. Only a matter of time ‘til Opal finds out he misbehaved and gives him an earful.”

Admittedly, the mental image of Bede being chewed out by an old lady such as Opal does make him feel marginally better. Whether that was the intended effect or not, though, is unbeknownst to Hop. Surely Marnie isn’t trying to cheer him up right now, right? They haven’t interacted much before now, but he has heard many good things from his rival, and she is quite the strong trainer. All in all, he thinks she’s a cool person.

“You think so?”

“Oh, I know so,” She answers, then pauses before adding, “If you stick around, you could see it for yourself. She might even make him apologize to ya.”

He huffs good naturedly at this.

“It wouldn’t be genuine.”

“No, but you could rub it in his face.”

Marnie is strong, unflappable, and extremely convincing, it seems. His face no longer feels wet, though it’s a bit cold from the tear stains having dried on his skin. A splash of water from the sink should help to hide the remaining evidence of his sob session. His eyes might still look a little red, but that should be easy enough to wave off.

So, that begs the question: Would he rather go home and wallow in his misery, or go back out onto the party floor and watch Bede receive the scolding of a lifetime?

The choice is obvious.

“I’ll be out in a minute.”

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