#pizza pocket enthusiast

[yuhzz]

movies, deals, and feelings - k.ch x fem!reader

summary: what started as a deal, (almost) ended with a kiss.

warning: fluff. angst.

word count: 4.8k words

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Chaewon sighed before taking her shoes off and heading straight to the living room. Her phone made noise alerting that someone had texted her. She grabbed it from her pocket and deleted a certain contact without even bothering to look at the message that's been sent to her.

"God, all I want is to spend my summer peacefully, why the hell can't anyone understand that?" she grumbled and plopped herself down on the couch.

For some unknown reason, she felt like something was missing--more like someone? Chaewon thought of it deeply until suddenly, a specific person came to her mind.

"Y/n, I should call Y/n" She smiles. "Oh! Chaewon-ssi!" Chaewon's smile grew bigger as she heard the enthusiastic voice of her dear temporary lover - you.

"Can you come over and stay the night here?" Chaewon pouts.

"Our deal hasn't even started and yet you're already inviting me over to your house" you chuckled. "Well, now that you mentioned it, it is a great deal after all" Chaewon shrugged.

"It'll really help me get my chance with Yujin" She mumbled. You, on the other hand, became silent. "Hello? Y/n?"

On your side, you blankly stared at the floor. Of course, right, what were you thinking? All of this is to simply help Chaewon have her chance with Yujin.

Ahn Yujin, a person you don't even know. Well, that is until 2 days ago (Friday).

You first met Chaewon at a bar, all drunk and wasted. With the alcohol taking effect, she ended up (unknowingly and unwillingly) informing you about her oh-so-sad life where she likes this girl who doesn't even like her back.

Simply put it, is an unrequited love that hurts so badly.

So! You took her to a hotel, booked 2 rooms, and talked to her the day after. At first, she was suspicious of you. Don't worry, nothing transpired though.

Well, Chaewon did actually throw things at you but that was not really a big deal.

After quite a while, she had calmed down then and you took that chance to explain everything that had happened.

Chaewon felt guilty after that, of course. One thing eventually led to another and both of you agreed to a deal.

A deal where both of you will date temporarily.

The deal was supposed to end when summer is over (about a month and a half) but Chaewon needs to go back to Japan in 3 weeks.

So you agreed to a date for 2 weeks and a half.

The remaining days of Chaewon's stay, you will spend it cutting the ties you had with each other. Though, something tells me that wouldn't be the case for both of you.

Anyways!

Today is the day before the deal starts but Chaewon just felt like she needed some company.

"Y/n?" she got worried. You snapped out of your thoughts and replied, "​​​Alright alright" Chaewon smiled widely.

"Okay, I'll wait" 

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Half an hour has passed and you still were not there. So, she wondered. "What's taking her so long?" She asked herself.

*Ding Dong*

She snapped out of her thoughts as soon as she heard the doorbell ring. Chaewon smiled and ran towards the door. She ran in so much hurry that her hair was all messed up.

"Chaewon? Did something happen?" 

She heard your voice from the other side of the door.

"Nope! Nothing happened!" she replied while trying her best to fix her hair. Suddenly, the rain started pouring.

"Omo- Chaewon-ah! It's raining, can you please let me in now???"  "Ahhh shoot" she sighed and gave up on fixing her hair to let you in.

"Hehe" She welcomed you with a giggle and oh boy did it make your heart skip a beat. Because of that, you held your heart dramatically while saying "Stop- I'm going to die because of your cuteness- Noooooo!!" 

Chaewon laughed.

"Noooooo stop it! God forbids what could happen to me! I'm too young to die you cute kid!" you continued joking.

"Stop that you idiot" She playfully hit you on your shoulder. "Alright alright- Oh! By the way, I got us pizza that's why I took too long to get here" you smiled apologetically.

"It's fine. Tell you what, why don't we eat the pizza you bought while we binge-watch Harry Potter?" Chaewon offered, trying to lighten up the mood a bit.

"Harry Potter? You mean to watch all 8 movies? Together?" you asked.

"Yeah, is there something wrong?" The latter asked, worried that you would rather do something else than watch her favorite movie series with her.

"No, not at all! I've been wanting to actually watch all 8 movies again, it's merely that I didn't have enough time back then" Chaewon sighed in relief and invited you over to the couch.

And just like that, you spent the whole night watching Harry Potter concurrently.

Fast forward to, let's say, numerous hours later (about 5 hours), Chaewon insisted that you stay.

"Why don't you stay here for the night? I mean- It's already 8pm and it's still raining outside. B-Besides! Don't couples u-usually wake up next to each other in the morning-?" Chaewon stopped ranting when she felt your teeny-tiny hands hold her shoulders to calm her down.

"Calm down, I'll stay"

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The 1st Week

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"Y/n-ah, wake up, hey" She shook you. No~" you complained. Chaewon sighed.

"Yah, wake up" She shook you again and again until you sat up with a grumble.

"But I still don't want to" you mumbled. "Oh, just get up, you're already awake anyway" you sighed and obliged.

After that, you talked about how you'll spend the day together, no wait.

Never mind, you actually started planning how you should spend the week together.

"How about we spend time today watching TV and ordering food and then, tomorrow we'll roam the city?" You suggested.

"Sure, I'd love that" 

After a little conversation, both of you finished planning about what to do for the rest of the week.

On the 1st day, which is today, you're going to stay home and rest to gather all the energy you need for the activities you're going to do tomorrow and the following days.

Tomorrow, you decided to roam the city whilst telling each other about your personalities, personal interests, etc. Basically, tomorrow is for introduction in order to know each other better.

On Wednesday, Arcade.

Thurday, Arcade.

Friday, Arcade.

Saturday...still Arcade.

And finally, Sunday, theme park.

Yes, you spent 3 hours planning what to do for the rest of the week and ended up with 2 days reserved for "Who" "what," "where," or "when" questions, and then 4 days for arcade, and then lastly, 1 day for theme park.

Your schedule for next week's still yet to be decided.

"Harry Potter?" Chaewon asked you.

"Eh? Again???" you were baffled.

"Why? It's fun to watch after all" She shrugged.

You sighed.

"Nope! Not Harry Potter again" You shook your head in disagreement. "What??? What are we going to watch then?" she asked, her mouth slowly forming into a pout.

"How about something funny? Kevin Hart's movies maybe?" you suggested.

"Kevin Hart? Who is he?" you couldn't react as you couldn't believe the words coming out of Chaewon's mouth.

"Seriously? You don't know Kevin Hart?" 

"Well, I did ask who he was" 

"Kevin Hart's by far one of the best actors out there! He legit rules comedy!" 

"Okay, so we're watching Harry Potter?" Chaewon easily shrugged the topic off, completely shocking you.

You, then, feigned a fake hurt expression.

"No way. We're going to watch Kevin Hart! Each and every single one of his movies!" 

"What the-! How many movies does he have anyway?!" The latter asked.

"About...50?" 

"Wha- How the heck are we supposed to finish all of that???" Chaewon asked you who got your phone out to search for something.

"Oh, don't worry about that, we can continue watching the rest tomorrow" 

"Huh? What about the schedule we planned???" 

"Oh! Right!" You exclaimed.

"See? There's no way we can finish it all-!" 

"Correction about the 50 movies, he actually has 63"

"Thank Go- Wait, what??? But-"

"Oh and don't worry about the schedule, we can do the rest of it next week or next, next week!" You exclaimed - leaving Chaewon on the couch to go fetch your laptop.

"63? How are we going to finish that? It's too impossible!" Chaewon whispered to herself. Even though it may sound too impossible, just seeing you feeling all giddy, excited, and worked up like this makes her happy.

A few minutes later, you came back with your laptop in your hands. After that, you started watching Kevin Hart's movies which started with his first one, Paper Soldiers. Every now and then, both of you would laugh out loud. There were also times when you just couldn't stop smiling until their jaws hurt.

Today sure was a happy day.

Tuesday came fast and just as promised, you continued your marathon.

Yesterday, you finished 5 movies. Today, you aim to do the same.

After your 3rd movie though, both of you agreed to watch something else. Of course, Chaewon requested to watch a Harry Potter movie to which you had no other choice but to agree (it's not like you could refuse her anyway).

The rest of the week passed by just like this.

Just the 2 of you spending your time together - side by side.

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The Half of 2nd Week

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"Y/n-nie" Chaewon shook you. "Wake upppppppppp! We only have 20 more of his movies to watch left" she urged you.

"But I thought you didn't like watching his movies" You mumbled sleepily.

Chaewon held your wrist and nudged you - the atmosphere suddenly getting all serious.

"Look, I really like watching Kevin Hart now, and your in-between fun facts about him but, don't you think that we might run out of time? It's the second week and yet we did nothing else but stay here and watch movies" she frowned.

"Even a day's enough for me to make your time worth a while but...if you want to, then we can do something else. Say, how about we go to the arcade today?" You wondered without having a single idea about how your words affected Chaewon.

"Oh, Chaewon-ah, why are you blushing?" You asked.

"N-Nothing. The arcade's a great idea, I'll just take a bath" And just like that, Chaewon stormed off - her cheeks as red as a tomato.

"Cute" you mumbled.

Not too long after, Chaewon finished taking a bath and was already dressed up. She wore a beige-colored oversized tee and tucked it in her ripped jeans.

"Let's go!" She exclaimed happily.

"But I'm not ready yet..." you trailed off.

"Eh?"

"Yeah, I'm not ready yet since you used the bathroom..."

"Oh"

"Don't worry though, I'll be ready in a moment" you reassured her.

"Alright"

Not too long after (again) you came out of the bathroom, you finished taking a bath and were thinking about what to wear.

"Maybe beige too? To match her shirt?" you contemplated. "Or maybe a shirt that'll contrast what she's wearing...?"

"Lemme search" you mumbled.

"Black and warm white? But I don't have any warm white colored shirts and I don't really feel like wearing black today..."

"Y/n-ah, why are you taking so long? Did something happen to you?" The worry in her voice was too evident.

"I'm fine! It's just that I...I don't really know what to wear...?" Chaewon giggled. "Just wear anything Y/n-ah, you look pretty no matter what the outfit is after all," she said.

And your heart fluttered and your heart beat faster and you blushed madly and- "O-Ok" you stuttered.

10 minutes later, you finally finished dressing up. You wore a mustard colored tee and white shorts.

"Seriously? Shorts?" Chaewon chuckled.

"Why? What's wrong with it?" You furrowed your eyebrows.

"Nothing, it's just that I'm afraid you're too pretty in it" she said which made you sigh. "You're unusually cheesy today Ms. Kim. What did you eat to end up saying things like that?" you joked but when your eyes turned to Chaewon, the latter seemed a bit serious.

"Well, today's our first date as a couple after all," Said Chaewon. You were cut short on your breath after what she had said.

Oh, just why the hell are you too sweet to her today, Chaewon? She's about to die from you!

"How about we just go? I cannot take your cheesy lines anymore" you sighed. She ended up laughing.

As planned, or as decided, you went to the park first, you know? To know each other better since last week all you did was laugh while watching movies.

"So! What's your favorite color?" you asked first. "Me? Maybe pink? I don't know...I'm not really sure" Chaewon said, completely unsure.

You continued asking each other questions. Sometimes it's all about nonsense, but there were times when those nonsense questions actually made sense. You did everything to keep the interest in the air going.

But after a while, you eventually decided to call it a day after asking each other too many questions.

You went to the arcade (as scheduled) the day after. You had fun and were happy so when the clock struck 6, you had dinner and went back home.

Wednesday came and instead of spending your time in the arcade again, you went shopping.

In the midst of it though, someone came up to the two of you. A woman who looked like she was about your age too.

She first looked at Chaewon who had her hands intertwined with you. The stranger then moved her gaze to look at Chaewon's hands.

"Y/n-ah, it's done" The woman spoke and looked up to meet your eyes as if she has known you for years.

"Thanks" You mouthed. The latter nodded. You smiled before looking at Chaewon.

"Let's continue our shopping spree," you said and looked at Chaewon who looked back at you. "Okay," She said and left the woman standing in the middle of the grocery store.

"I hope you won't have your heart broken because of this, Y/n" She mumbled as she looked at Chaewon who was looking at you - eyes smiling along with her lips.

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"So who was she?" Chaewon asked you for the hundredth time.

You just got inside Chaewon's car and were getting ready to leave after putting all the boxes filled, with what you bought, inside the car's trunk.

You sighed and said, "Do you really want to know who she is?" Chaewon nodded eagerly.

"She's my ex" Her shoulders dropped and her eyes lost their energy. "Her name's Yunjin, we broke up last year. The decision was mutual though since we both agreed that it'd be better for the both of us" You said and drove off the parking lot.

The rest of the ride was silent.

After getting back home, Chaewon went straight inside the room and you spent your time putting, all the things you bought, where it's supposed to be.

Chaewon, on the other hand, doesn't know why she feels like this. She feels like she's mad or something. Maybe jealousy?

The rest of the day passed by with both of you ignoring each other.

And truth to be told? In such a short time, you miss her already - all the while, silently hoping that she feels the same.

Thursday! A big day for the 2 of you.

Somehow in some way, both of you managed to act like nothing happened and put everything that happened yesterday behind you. You managed to (with the help of Yunjin) reserve yourselves a theme park. (This is the reason why she approached you yesterday inside the grocery store)

It'll just be the 2 of you alone inside a big place. Today, you'll have all the time in the world to enjoy each other's company.

You first started with the rollercoaster despite the fact that both of you are (obviously) scared of it. From there, you wasted no time enjoying the other rides as well.

The day eventually came to an end (sadly) and before saying goodbye, you decided to ride the Ferris Wheel where you'll share everything that you loved and hated throughout the week and a half that you spent with each other.

Both of you sat in front of each other.

"I'll start," She said. "I gotta be honest right?" She asked and you nodded.

"Oh, ok then..."

"...let's see. I'll start with the things I loved first"

Chaewon started sharing the things she loved, starting with how she really really loved pinching your cheeks whenever you were sleeping up until all those lovely times you spent today.

"And then, the things I hated"

Only one word - name rather - came to her mind.

"Y-Yunjin" Her cheeks turned red as she tried to avoid your teasing look. "Hey! Stop looking at me like that!" She pushed your shoulder lightly.

"Alright alright!" you laughed.

After the laughter had died down, you took the chance to say a short sentence - enough to explain what you liked and disliked.

"I loved you and hated nothing else about everything" 

*Badump* Chaewon's heart went. *Badump* Is what her heart only knows during that moment.

Right after you finished talking, the ride was over. Both of you got off and walked towards the exit. You stood right in front of each other.

Time check: 11:56 pm

'Just in time' you thought.

The remaining 4 minutes are the time that's left for you to say your goodbyes and maybe something else. Inside that 240 seconds, only you can decide whether you'd like to spend the rest of eternity together, or not.

Just 3 words are what you need to forever feel each other's warmth.

But of course.

"Thank you for everything Y/n-ah, goodbye" 

You had no other choice but to watch Chaewon's back fade away from your line of sight.

A bittersweet goodbye it is.

You both knew you needed each other - or maybe it was only you who did.

To others, it may seem like both of you met the wrong person at the wrong time.

But to you and Chaewon, you were the right person at the right time.

So, there it goes.

Another story that meets a sorrowful ending.

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The Other Half of 2nd Week

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This is it.

After 3 days, Chaewon's soon going back to Japan.

It's Friday today.

After she woke up, she immediately went straight to the living room to watch. Hopefully, maybe this will help her forget you.

But just as she opened the TV, a Kevin Heart movie showed up. Memories suddenly showed.

Dejavu started hitting her.

Laughter in the living room, tears of joy - you.

Chaewon ended up turning the TV off immediately. With a sigh, she went back inside her room. She was about to lie down again when she remembered your sleeping figure on it.

"Damn it" she cursed.

Gosh, she sees you in every single corner of the house. House...she used to call it home, a place where she's comfortable.

A place that used to keep her warm during the cold.

But why does it make her feel lonely now?

What have you done to her, Y/n?

Well, since this house did nothing else but remind her of you, why not go outside and take a walk? So! She did and took her jacket before going outside.

Chaewon let her feet take her anywhere.

Just anywhere but the places you both visited together. Just not somewhere she'd be reminded of you.

"3 days..." she mumbled while walking on the side of the road. "In 3 days, I'll be leaving" she sighed.

As much as she hated to admit it, she's been thinking of the life she had to return to, how she'd spend her days, how life would feel if she didn't have anyone to binge-watch movies with - a life without you.

"Well, that would suck!" she exclaimed and stretched her arms. "Gosh, where do I go?" Chaewon pondered.

She continued walking, turning right here, turning left there - it was evident that she had no clear destination.

But the moment she stopped, Chaewon found herself standing in front of the place she least expected to go to.

"Y/n's?" she mumbled as she stood still.

Why is she here? Why was she standing outside your house?

"Damn it, you're in too deep, Chaewon." She cursed and shook her head. Deciding to leave again, she gave your door one final look before taking a step away.

However, before she could even take another step, your door suddenly opened. You walked out with the plastic bag of trash in your hands, your hair tied in a messy bun, and you were wearing your pajamas still despite the time being afternoon.

Chaewon couldn't take another step. She stood still - frozen.

Though you looked least presentable in other people's eyes, for her, you were pretty.

And for just a short moment, Chaewon wanted a life filled with laughter, a life where she'd all day (every day) be watching reruns of Harry Potter and Kevin Hart movies.

For just a short moment, Chaewon wanted a life where she has you.

"You know you can't, Chaewon..." She lightly slapped herself.

"You know you can't" she sighed and walked away.

Just then, you look her way, eyes lighting up from excitement. You raised your hands to wave at her. "Ch-!" But when you were about to shout out for her name, your hands slowly dropped, your smile disappearing.

You saw the way she looked. She was frowning and her head was down.

You wanted to be there for her. You wanted to comfort her.

You wanted to run after her - hug her tight.

But something was stopping you, and you didn't know why.

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2 days went by fast.

Chaewon's getting ready to leave. She's been packing up since 10 am and has been making sure that she leaves nothing behind. It's currently 12 noon.

Her flight is in two hours.

"Socks, check. Shirts, shorts, pants, jackets, all that yada yada, check. Let's see...Have I forgotten something?" She mumbled and stood up from the floor to roam the house again.

While she's doing that, you (back in your house) were feeling uneasy. "She's leaving tomorrow, what do I do?" you sighed and moved around your bed.

"Goddamn it!" You screamed on your pillow.

With a frustrated sigh, you shot up from your bed and bit the insides of your mouth.

"Maybe I should tell her about what I feel"

Yeah, you should.

"But does it have to be now, though?"

Yes, it has to be.

"Won't she reject me?"

I doubt that.

With one last sigh, you stood up from your bed and started getting ready.

After taking a bath, you wore the fanciest clothing in your wardrobe that you could find and wore it. You sprinted down the stairs and left your house in a hurry.

You ran to the nearest bus stop and got on a bus that drives along the block where Chaewon lives. In just 10 minutes, you've arrived.

Your legs were trembling and heck it became very hard to breathe!

You walked slowly towards her doorstep, breath hitching when you realized you were only moments away from knocking and meeting her face to face again.

"Here goes nothing" you breathed and knocked.

You stepped back after that and readied yourself. You waited.

And you waited...and you waited...and you waited.

But damn it she's taking too long.

"Huh..." You trailed off.

At this point, there are only two things that could possibly be happening. It's either Chaewon's not home, or she's ignoring you.

Or maybe you're just overthinking and she's busy packing up.

"Okay, let's not jump into things, maybe she's just not home" You sighed.

You continued waiting until suddenly, the door busted open revealing Chaewon who was breathing heavily and was carrying 2 suitcases. "Woah, you ok?" you asked.

"Y/n? What're you doing here?" She asked you, immediately composing herself in front of you.

Right, why are you here?

"I..." you came here with a clear purpose.

"I like..." You came here to profess your feelings.

"I'd like to see you off" but why didn't you?

"Oh...I thought it'd be something else but, thanks" she smiled at you, feeling a bit disappointed. "I'll uhh...I'll just get my stuff out here and I'm good to go. Do you want to wait for me inside or...?" She said, trying to look everywhere but your eyes.

"No! No...I'm good out here" you said and shook your hands.

"Alright. Uhm, can you please look after my stuff while I finish things up inside?" She asked you.

"Sure, sure." You shrugged and nodded your head.

"Thanks" she mumbled and fiddled with her fingers before going back inside.

Well, that was awkward.

While waiting outside, Chaewon was panicking on the other side of the door. "Calm yourself down, Chaewon. Calm yourself down" she whispered to herself and started gathering the rest of her stuff.

She spent another 20 minutes inside the house before going back outside again.

"You good to go?" you asked her. She nodded her head.

"I just have to wait for my taxi now."

"When is it arriving?"

"About 5 minutes and a half?"

"Oh."

Silence engulfed the two of you.

"You know, Y/n...I'll remember you," she said out of nowhere.

"Hm? What do you mean?"

"My life was mostly dull. I'd focus on nothing else but work, and I still should be doing so right now if only my boss didn't suggest I take a break for a little while."

You listened to her intently.

"And you...you certainly made my vacation better. So I'll remember you, Y/n. I'll remember you whenever I feel down because you make me smile. You'll always cross my mind whenever I see a Kevin Hart movie. I'll remember you whenever I feel cold because you make me feel warm. I'll always remember you because you touched my heart." She smiled warmly.

"I'll remember my feelings for you because I don't think I could ever find someone else like you in my life"

Your cheeks started getting warmer.

"Wha..."

Did she just confess?

Words were caught up in your throat that not even a simple 'I like you too' could come out of your mouth.

Looks like you're in too deep too, huh?

"I thought Yujin was your crush...?" You mindlessly asked.

She laughed wholeheartedly. "Pabo" Chaewon smiled and just then the taxi arrived. You stood still in your spot, observing Chaewon and the taxi man put her luggage inside the trunk.

Once finished, Chaewon hurried back to you. "'Till next time, Y/n" She mumbled.

Chaewon seemed to want to do something but hesitated at first. Slowly, she leaned in and kissed your cheeks.

"Goodbye," You watched as she got inside the taxi.

"W-Wait! Chaewon!" You ran after her.

Before she closed the taxi’s door, she raised her eyebrows and looked at you. “Yes?” she murmured.

“Will...will I ever see you again?” you questioned her. A subtle smile appears on her face. “Well, it depends. Do you want me to stay?” she uttered and got off the car, facing you with hopeful eyes.

“But I don’t wish for you to postpone your work because of me,” you spoke lowly, your breath hitching when you noticed her eyes drift down to your lips and back to your eyes again.

“I’m sure my boss will allow me to extend my vacation.”

“Still,” she sighed.

“No, it’s too impossible for us to see each other again. There’s no telling when I’ll be able to spend time off work. Besides, we’re from 2 different countries” Chaewon looked away from you.

“Then, let’s have a deal.” you proposed.

She looked back at you, slightly intrigued. “What deal?”

“I’ll find a way. I will come to you. Tour me around Japan. Let’s have fun together. We’ll go shopping, we’ll go to the amusement park, we’ll eat together, wake up next to each other - let us be us forever. I will stay and I will go wherever you will go. I want to be with you.” you held her hands.

“That is if you want to do the same.” you shrugged.

She laughed. “What kind of deal is that? Is that even a deal?” she giggled.

“I also don’t know. Just had to find a way to be dramatic, get what I mean?” you smiled.

“Alright then, I accept your ‘deal’.” Chaewon circled her arms around your neck.

“Can I kiss you? I wanna kiss you” you told her.

“Woah, calm down your horses. Let’s take it slow”

“But-”

“No buts, Y/n. Now get off me ‘cause I have to leave so that I could clean my house back in Japan before you arrive”

“Can’t you stay for a little while?”

“Can’t. My flight’s in 20 minutes, gotta leave.”

“Chae-!”

“Start packing up! I better see you in 3 hours!”

She got in the cab and left - leaving you smiling in your spot.

Looks like you’ll be able to continue your Kevin Hart movie marathon with her.

This time in Japan, of course.

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[ivanzplaid]

Hello I was wondering if you can do a possessive vance x male reader. if you want to and if you accept this type of stuff

adorable adorable adorable!! i believe he would be decently protective, he wants people to know youre his, and not to try anything :)

requests r open, masterlist is up!!

Vance Hopper x Male Reader!

Warnings: Uncomfortable Reader, Possessive/Protective Vance, Fluff, Happy Boyfriends

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The scent of pizza filled your nose as you stepped through the door, a little bell ringing above you. Your thumb rubbed against Vance's hand as he let you pick out a table, and following behind you once done. He, of course, sat across from you, he flaunted a casual demeanor while doing so, but you knew his heart was beating quickly just from seeing your eyes, his flushed cheeks gave it away.

Vance had planned this date the day before, toying at the idea & confirming it with you. He'd been pocketing change from the fights he won, and was putting it towards a date with you, wanting to take you out for lunch, something to calm your nerves he'd taken notice to. His mind knew you were stressed about school, you were overwhelmed with the work you were receiving. The stress leaked into your personal life, and he wanted to make your day a little better, and this is where it took you. Seated in your local pizza parlor, Vance rambling about what he might get, as you happily listened, hands perched under your chin to get the best view.

"Maybe we should get a large pizza, your pick, along with a soda we could split? You like coke, right?"

His voice came out quickly, but to you it was the perfect pace.

"Sure babe, that sounds great. I'm gonna head to the guys room quickly, but I'll be back in time soon,"

You leaned in forward, and pecked his forehead, the golden hair laid on it was soft on your skin. You saw his radiant smile as he nodded enthusiastically, leaning back in his seat, spreading out to relax. The last time you two had been on a date was weeks ago, you took him out to the arcade, a treat for defending you in an argument with the teachers. There, he admired you as you watched him play, concentrating on his pinball, monitoring so somebody wouldn't fuck it up for him, and he couldn't love you anymore than he did in that moment. Spending time with his boyfriend was something he couldn't get enough, he cherished it, you were all his, and you endorsed it.

Walking from the main area to the mens room was a short walk, but took a sharp right, a narrow hallway that included the mens & womens room. Infront of the womens room was a girl your age, leaning against the wall with a pocket game in hand. Hearing your heavy footsteps, she diverted her gaze from the game to you, and her body immediately perked up, heading towards you.

"Hey cutie! Over here!"

Her voice was high pitched, irritating your ears, and squinting your eyes. You knew Vance had been planning this, so you didn't want some idiot to ruin this for you, just trying to have a nice time with him. Pushing through her, you went to the bathroom, shutting the door behind you, the lock gliding into place. You could hear her footsteps catch up, waiting outside the door for you, stalking outside the door, waiting.

Hastily washing your hands, you prepared yourself, putting your stress towards something useful. The metal handle was cold under your fingers as you tugged open, and who else but her meet you as soon as it opened.

"Hey, just the person I wanted to see!"

Her fingers trailed their way to your chest, but you pushed her away, breathing out a heavy sigh while you made your way back, however, she was persistent. Even as you walked, heading around the corner, and Vance now in sight, she tried to pick up your hand, or walk infront of your steps.

"Listen babe, I'm trying to give you a compliment, I'm sure your girlfriend won't mind."

Eyeing Vance, you raised your eyebrows, rolling your eyes before you made it to his side. What you expected was a glare sent her way, but Vance's hands snaked their way around your waist, pulling you side ways onto his lap, your legs dangling off the edge as you instinctually put your hands around his neck. One of his hands stayed loyal at your waist, supporting your weight, while the other lay on the back of the booth, showing confidence all around.

"The fuck do you want, huh?"

Your boyfriends voice was sharp, and came out almost like a bark back, showing the girl what the situation was.

"I just wanted to say hi to your little friend here bud, we were just having fun!"

You could feel his hands tighten around you, growing angrier the more she pushed. His chest began to move up and down with more force, and his face hardened. Vance wasn't fond of sharing much in his life, and you were no exception.

"If you don't fucking leave with your weird stalker shit, I'm going to make it so that the hospital can't identify who you even are, Bitch."

While spoken in a hushed tone, careful of making a scene, that didn't make his point any less clear, eyes stabbing into her like knives. The girl stayed standing, a look of shock overcame her, but eventually, after a fake step towards her, she left, exiting the parlor.

Vance watched her like a guard-dog as she left, leaving the taint of shame in the building, but it never affected him, the pride of being your saving grace was sweeter than anything, and as Vance's eyes met yours, the sweet, caring boy came back. He put his unoccupied hand to your cheek, grazing it softly, then raised his eyes at you.

"Ready to order, handsome?"

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trying to filter out most, if not all vance requests im getting!! my writing for this felt awkward so im sorry if it is💔💔

requests r open! masterlist is up :)

#vance hopper x male reader #vance hopper x reader #vance hopper #the black phone 2022 #the black phone x reader #black phone #pizza date #cute boyfriends #vance hopper x you #the black phone

[boots-with-the-fur-club]

Special auvember entry, me and my rise bestie wrote our own parts! This is part 1! Part 2 will be posted soon by @daboyau !

@tmntaucompetition

Artificial

“-and the award goes to….Donnie!”

Donatello smirks as he stands up, beginning to walk over to the stage. He carefully fixed the collar of the white shirt under his black suit and purple tie.

He was completely prepared for this. It was just obvious he’d win. The cheering all around him was still music to his ears though.

Reaching the podium, the award was draped around his neck in the form of a medal.

The national medal of technology and innovation.

He pivots back towards the crowd and speaks into the microphone.

“Esteemed guests and colleagues, I stand before you to receive yet another very well deserved award. This probably comes as no surprise to you all at this point, but I appreciate it nonetheless. My achievements are so impressive, I took the liberty of bringing them here with me! Behold!”

With a wave of his hand, the nearby curtain drops and reveals three color coded robots.

The blue robot poses dramatically.

The red robot has his arms folded over each other but smiles proudly.

The orange robot waves enthusiastically.

The crowd cheers louder. Donnie’s smirk only gets bigger.

“As incredibly amazing as my work is, I do have to credit the people I based them off of, my-“

The smirk is wiped completely off his face. The only person he knew in the crowd was April. His other family members were nowhere to be seen.

“….brothers? Where are they?”

“We’re right here, Dontron!” The blue robot leans over.

“You are not my brothers. While I did have this idea as a backup plan, that was only for emergencies! You’re not the originals.”

“Of course we are! You built the perfect family!” The orange robot chirps happily.

“Come on Dee, you’re supposed to show us off. This is your time to shine!” The red robot insists.

“What is this? What’s going on here!?” Donnie begins patting around his pockets to try to find his folded up tech bō.

The blue robot walks over to him.

“Big bro, you need to chill. You’re kind of bumming the mood of your own award ceremony. How about we just go home and watch Lou Jitsu? We can watch Punch Chowder, eat some pepperoni pizza, what do you say?”

Donnie stills for a moment.

“I have just one thing to say.”

“Yeah? What-“

The robot gets a bō to the side of the head that sends it flying into the curtain, pulling it down with him.

Everything starts becoming pixelated and glitchy around the area the robots were. It spreads terrifyingly quickly. He only has time to scream before it reaches him.

He finds himself screaming into darkness. He can feel something on his face.

His hand reaches up and throws it off. It hits the wall and breaks. It seemed to be some kind of headset.

That’s when he realizes several things.

One: He wasn’t alone.

Two: He wasn’t as young as he thought he was.

The headset had messed with his head. In that dream, or more accurately that probably artificially created scenario, he was 16.

He was about twice that age now.

That was very apparent from seeing his brothers also in this small room.

They were slumped over with headsets similar to the now broken one on the ground.

Obviously, they had all aged as well.

The other things he noticed became more apparent as he got his bearings.

Three: He was desperately thirsty, hungry, and his body felt like it hadn’t moved in ages.

From this, it could be concluded that the warped reality had him under for much longer than he thought.

He rushes over to try to take the headsets off his brothers, seeing their lips chapped made them situation all the more urgent.

Who knows if they had been there longer than him?

A strong jolt of electricity has him yoink his hand back in pain.

“Dammit! I can’t get them off….how did I free myself?” He picks up a piece of his broken helmet.

There’s a quiet hiss from himself as he notices the Purple Dragon symbol.

It was Purple Dragon and not Dragons ever since Kendra’s friends left her. An inevitably considering how she treated them.

She was going to pay for this all the same.

There were traces of purple, a different kind of purple, on the headset as well. That extra purple was his own ninpo.

It must have short circuited it.

He drops the piece back on the floor. If he woke himself up, then his brothers would have to too.

But that wasn’t something he could or would want to wait on. It might not even happen. He could have just gotten lucky.

Looking at his brothers, he wonders who he should try to help first.

His eyes land on Leo.

There’s a soft ache in his heart. The last time they saw each other, it didn’t end very well.

If he saved him he might be able to hold it over his head enough for them to have a proper conversation.

And if he was being honest, which he wasn’t, not even to himself, Leo usually had good strategies in situations like these.

He sits down next to him and closes his eyes.

Entering a mind meld again after so many years was an odd experience. That was especially true because of what the headset was doing to Leo’s mind in the first place.

There was some disorientation as he not so gracefully landed on some carpeting. Glancing around, it’s clear that he’s wound up in a random house.

He stands up, rubbing his now sore lower shell.

“What could you possibly want that has to do with a house like this, ‘Nardo?” He mumbles to himself.

Donnie begins to walk around to try to find him.

Sounds coming from nearby lead him into a living room. The couch in there obstructed the view of the two people sitting on it.

They were unfamiliar.

Their voices weren’t.

“Leo, stop it! I know you’re cheating!“

“Me!? You’ve been cheating from the start! This is just my revenge!”

He frowns.

This was a conversation they had while gaming plenty of times. One he hasn’t heard in years.

When was the last time he even talked to him?

“You think that’s enough to win against me? That doesn’t even scrap the surface of my genius ideas!”

God, is this what Leo thinks he sounds like?

“Oh yeah? What else could you possibly have left?”

“This. Oh look at that! Shove.”

Leo gets shoved off the couch.

Okay, maybe that was fair.

Leo was younger here as expected, but also….human. So was the artificial version of himself.

He stares straight at him and gets no sign that Leo can see him.

This would be complicated.

This also isn’t exactly what he was prepared for.

Why was Leo’s perfect world one where they aren’t turtles anymore?

“Cheap shot! Come here!” Leo lunges towards the fake Donnie.

They roll around fighting until the front door opens.

“Guys! We’re home! I got first place at the art exhibition!” Mikey calls out.

Leo shoots straight up, blonde hair messed up by the fight.

“Ha! Told you! I knew you’d win!”

He drops out of view as artificial Donnie pops up instead.

“Mazel. Put your trophy in the case so I can put it in my achievement data.”

“You’ll have to add mine too! Got a plaque from the animal shelter for employee of the month.”

Leo goes back into view.

“Woah, 3rd month in a row Raph. You should be running the place by now.”

Original Donnie walks over to the largest trophy case he’s ever seen in his life. It was not practical by any means.

There were tons of trophies lining the shelves. He expected a lot of them to be Leo’s, but they surprisingly were divided just about evenly among them.

Mikey and Raph place their awards inside. Artificial Donnie inputs the information into a tablet while Leo pats Mikey and Raph’s shoulders in congratulations.

“Boys! Are you home? I brought dinner!” A voice shouts from the kitchen.

Ordinal Donnie’s blood runs cold.

He should have seen this coming.

“Coming, dad!” Leo responds before running to the kitchen.

The artificial brothers follow, as does original Donnie once he’s able to get a hold of himself.

Everyone sat around the table while a human version of their father places takeout on it.

Splinter.

He looks exactly like Lou Jitsu in his prime here.

Oh gods, it’s been so long.

He misses him so much.

Of course Leo would have him here.

“Papa, did you film that scene with the seven deadly vipers move today?” Artificial Donnie asks.

“I did! You should have seen Chad’s face when they sent him in as the stunt double, hehe. Enough about my day, I heard the trophy cabinet opening. Tell me who got what.”

Raph and Mikey happily talk about their accomplishments as the four of them all eat.

Original Donnie felt worse the longer he was there.

He was the only one aware that it wasn’t like this.

That it could never be like this.

He watched as Splinter turned his attention towards Leo and artificial Donnie, praising them for things he had heard about happening earlier in the week.

A good basketball match, an exemplarily grade on a math test.

Jealousy bubbled up inside him as this fake father pat the him that wasn’t him’s head.

The mention of pride broke him.

He slams his hands on the table, purple ninpo dancing across his arms.

“This isn’t your life, dumb dumb!”

The artificial family and Leo finally see him and have looks of fear.

“Who’s that!?” Mikey screams.

“Kids, get behind me!”

“Dad, no! I’ve got this!” Leo insists.

Crap.

Well, if there was one thing that might be able to break Leo out of this, it would be a major shock.

Possibly.

He didn’t have many data points to work with.

Original Donnie leaps over the dinner table and grabs his artificial self.

He didn’t have it in him to hurt the fake Splinter.

“No! Stop! Leave him alone!” Leo shouts, grabbing his plate and throwing it at original Donnie.

Donnie easily deflects it, shattering the plate.

“If you want to save your real brothers, you have to wake up, Leo!”

“What are you even talking about!? Just let him go! Please! You….you can have me instead if you want, okay!? He’s a nerd! You don’t want him!”

“This is the only way.” Donnie slams artificial Donnie’s head into the table.

Leo screams and jumps at him.

After some glitching and pixelating, it’s suddenly the real Leo that’s tackled him.

His hands are around his neck as the pieces of the headset crumble all around him. There’s tears dripping down his face.

“You hurt my brother!”

“I-Idiot! I am your brother!” Donnie struggles.

Leo’s expression takes a second to change, but when it does he finally releases his grip on Donnie’s throat.

Donnie takes in a big breathe and then tries to get said breathing under control.

Leo lifts him up, hugging him tightly.

“Donnie! You glorious nerd, I thought something happened to you!”

Donnie quickly takes the opportunity to hug him back just as tight.

He knew it wouldn’t last very long.

“Leo. I’m sorry, okay? Please just listen to me.”

“Huh? Of course, why wouldn’t I-“

The disorientation finally fades away and Leo let’s him go.

“Oh.”

“Leo, I didn’t mean any of it.”

Leo looks anywhere but him, which let’s him see Raph and Mikey still unconscious.

“Did you do this? Did you bring us all here?”

“No! It was Kendra, I don’t know why, but I know how to fix it.”

“Then why would we waste time having a conversation!? Help them, Donnie!”

“Because if we don’t talk now you’re going to leave the moment this is all handled!”

“Oh, I’m going to leave!? That’s hilarious! Dad did always say you were the funniest, didn’t he!?”

“Leo-“

“The funniest thing you ever did was say you were getting some air at the funeral and not coming back!”

“I didn’t-“

“Or maybe it was even funnier when I found your room empty! Just hilarious! I was venting to a door with no one on the other side! Perfect time to make me look like an idiot!”

“That wasn’t my-“

“No no, it was actually comedy goal when I managed to find you and I was so so happy I did. It was when you told me that if I needed something I could just ask the robot you left behind. It was when you refused to come back with me and said to consider you gone too! That’s it!”

Donnie looks down in shame.

“I didn’t know how to handle how I felt. You had everyone else. It’s not like I left you alone.”

“I only had Raph and Mikey for a few more years! We all split off because we weren’t whole anymore! Did you think I was okay!? With you gone I had to pretend so hard I was because I wanted to help Mikey keep us together! Mikey of all people gave up, Raph gave up! I failed as a leader! And you weren’t there!”

“I already told you I’m sorry! What do you want me to do to have you forgive me!? Whatever it is I’ll do it!”

“I want you to act like it was a tough decision to leave me behind! To leave all of us behind! I want you to lie and say you missed me! Missed our family!”

“You think it wasn’t hard for me….?”

“You didn’t hesitate! You had no emotion on your face! You snubbed me that whole last conversation we had!”

Leo’s face softens as he sees Donnie shaking.

“I’ve never regretted something more in my life! I do miss you! I miss you and Raph and Mikey and I miss dad! I threw myself into years and years of inventing and hiding and any distraction I could get my hands on! By the time I snapped out of it….I felt like it was too late. You all moved on. I didn’t deserve to talk to you again after what I did. Even now I hoped being the one to save you was enough for….something! Anything! I…I….am pathetic.”

“…..Yeah, you’re pathetic….”

Donnie breathes shakily.

“Let it all out, I guess-“

Leo once again clings to him.

“But so am I. I love you, Donnie, even if you’re the dumbest genius I know. I’m so pissed….and even if you had come back earlier I still would have been. But I will always let you come back.”

Donnie returns the clinging and presses his face into Leo’s shoulder, quietly sobbing.

They continue holding onto each other until they finally feel they can let go.

Donnie wipes his eyes.

“I used a mind meld and ninpo to bring you out of it. You couldn’t tell I was there until my ninpo activated. I had to make you activate yours too to break the headset.”

“So that’s how we can save Raph and Mikey.”

“Yes, but we have another problem.”

“What is it?”

“Judging by the light from the one window in this room, the small amount of time I spent in your artificial prison was actually a few hours.”

“We don’t have that much time to save them then. I’ll help Raph while you help Mikey. Afterwards, we find a way to escape.”

“I have to admit, hearing you lead again is somewhat strange.”

Leo chuckles softly.

“Maybe if you had left an address for me to send Christmas cards to, I could have let you know that I’ve got new guys I’m helping out. Nothing like we were doing, but….helping with a yokai theatre camp in my spare time is still something.”

“I’d….like to hear more when we have time. Truly.” Donnie smiles softly.

Leo smiles back.

“I’m going to hold you to that. Now let’s get to saving them so we can hold it over their heads forever.”

Donnie nods.

They sit down next to their brothers and begin their mind melds.

Hopefully, it wouldn’t be too late.

#2018 tmnt #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #fanfiction #rise fanfiction #rottmnt fanfiction #tmnt 2018 #rise leo #rottmnt michelangelo #save rise of the turtles #save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #family death tw

[t-he-baker05]

The Fruity Four As Quotes My Friends Have Said

steve: i think i just gave myself a concussion-

eddie: my voice cracks like a thirteen year old boy on puberty im not even kidding

robin: my imaginary friend is named harry mcflairy

nancy: thats the fourth time this minute ive heard your stupid windex bottle laugh-

eddie: *reaches into pocket and screams* HOLY SHIT I THOUGHT THERE WAS A CRAB IN THERE-

nancy: why do you bite people all the time??

robin: idk its just in my DNA

eddie: pizza hut stuffed crust cures my crippling depression

literally any/all of them: i wont apologize im too sexy for that

steve: okay so youre gay, i know this girl, shes really pretty and single and lives in the area-

robin: HIT ME UP HIT ME UP HIT ME UP HIT ME UP HIT ME UP

(not relevant but i was the girl my friend was talking about-)

steve: do you know that guy?

eddie: *waves really enthusiastically*

nancy: uh yeah thats the guy who threw a chair at me in third grade-

#the fruity four #ronance #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #yes these are all real conversations #theyre so fruity #stranger things

[blueberrybladelemonade]

Carnival Daze

You and Peppino go to the carnival that's in town! Fluff and fun ensues.

Contains: Not the most "fair" way to win a game, Fluff, Toy gun use, Eating overpriced and unhealthy snacks

A cacophony of sounds filled your ears as you drew nearer to your destination. Various people could be heard laughing and chatting. In the distance you could hear screaming. 

A buttery and sweet aroma surrounded and hung in the air as you waited in line. You feel your arm being tugged -pulling you out of your daze- as Peppino motioned you forward. You offer a small smile to the woman running the booth and pull out a sizable stack of bills to trade for tickets. 

"Are we really-a going to use all of those?" Peppino quirks an eyebrow at you as you both make your way into the carnival. You shrug, "Probably. You know how overpriced these places are".

"Mio dio Y/N, you still didn't need to spend that much though".

You weave your fingers with his as you walk. "Oh stop worrying Pino, we're here to have fun". Your eyes dart over to a stand filled with kettle corn. "And eat." You add on, already walking towards the stall. 

You hand the bag of kettle corn to Peppino, who immediately tears into the bag, as you shove a ticket back into your pocket. You follow suit with your free hand. A perfect combination of salty and sweet filling your mouth. 

You wander aimlessly at first, deciding to stop if something catches your attention. You grimace as more shrieking fills your ears, albeit much louder. As your eyes dart about your surroundings you notice the tall tower to your right. 

You crane your neck to the top of the ride, the people above seated and locked in place. Without warning the seats lurched, dropping at breakneck speed. Screams filled the air with the mad descent to the ground. Then there was silence as fast as it began. 

"Nope." Peppino utters and you sense him leave your side. As you glance over you see his back to you, hurrying off and away from the drop tower. 

"Hey Pepp-"

"Nope!" He cuts you off, not even casting a glance back. You chuckle to yourself, rushing to catch up with him. You huff, "What? You don't like feeling like you're going hit the ground and turn into paste"? 

"I'ma fragile old-a man. Do you want-a me to break"? 

You gasp and poke at Peppino, before you can argue further you hear a bell. Peppino huffs in protest as you suddenly yank him along, again. As you stop in front of the booth, he tilts his head up to read the text. 

Strength test.

"You should be good at this one!" You point to the hammer, gesturing Peppino to grab it. 

"These are rigged, you know-a that, right?" Regardless he picks it up. You watch as the ball shoots half of the way upwards, Peppino gives you a smug grin.  

"Fragile and old, huh?" You tease as he sets down the hammer. Instead of leaving, an idea forms in your head, turning back to the stall.

 "Bet I can hit the bell." you grin.

Peppino scoffs at you, "If you can do that-a you can have free pizza for a month".

"With a drink"? 

"Sure. With a drink." He nods, stepping to the side to give you space. 

As you take the hammer from him, you shoot Peppino a smile, and step up to the machine. "Deal"!

You close your eyes and draw in a slow, steadying breath. In an instant your eyes snap open and you spring upwards. A sharp ding echos within the stall as your hammer taps the bell.

"Beat ya!" You cheer to yourself and clap your hands together 

Peppino's eyelids drooped, shooting you a dubious stare. "Mio dios Y/N, you cheat".

"Hey, brains over brawn!" You retort, setting the hammer down and clapping a hand onto Peppino's shoulder. 

You jump as a voice pops from behind the stall and strides out. "Congratulations! Are you our outstandingly strong man that hit the bell"? 

Before Peppino could open his mouth to reply you let out a short cheer and nodded enthusiastically. "He sure is"!

"Wonderful! Sir if you'll come with me to pick your prize"! 

Peppino snatches your wrist, dragging you with him. As you duck into the small tent a selection of various prizes line the wall with the top row indicating the grand prizes.

With a sweep of his hand, the stall owner waits for Peppino to pick. He turns to you, "What would you like cara?"

You hum thoughtfully before your eyes settle on a green and white bunny. "That one!" You point to the stuffed toy, Peppino nods at the man whom returns his nod and reaches for the toy. 

You smile as Peppino hands it to you, giving him a quick peck on the cheek. "Thank you". 

As you exit the tent you bump him with your hip. "I'll be sure to stop by every day for my free pizza"! You wink, linking your arm with his as you lead him to a new destination. Peppino grumbles something unintelligible and rolls his eyes. 

You didn't intend to hold Peppino to his deal. In fact, if he even tried to say that your pizza was free you were simply going to dump more money into his tip jar. 

When he wasn't looking anyways. 

Before you started sneaking money into the tip jar, Peppino would catch and snap at you to not do that. You just did it when he wasn't watching now. 

You catch a whiff of something indistinct, as if it's blended with others. As you note the small clearing filled with a few food stalls and benches, something savory peppered the air. A gust of wind made the flags and tents flap overhead. The smell grew stronger as you approached the furthest station. Your eyes locked onto the crispy mass being pulled from a fryer, mouth watering at the sight. As you come to a halt you turn to Peppino, "I need an onion blossom." You pause in thought, watching another mass get dunked into the grease. "Make that two". 

Peppino laughs and follows you close behind as you make a beeline to the stall. "Two onion blossoms!" You hand over the tickets and in another moment receive your snack. 

As Peppino takes one of the plates you let out a hum and opt for the closest bench. You plop down, Peppino following suit across from you. The fried mass shone in a thin sheet of oil. You grab a napkin and set it next to you before plucking a particularly juicy petal. As you pop the piece into your mouth the flavors explode your senses. With a crisp crunch, a blend of spice and pepper dance along your tongue. Peppino slowly picks at his, watching as you devour the blossom, alternating between dipping pieces in the sauce and without. 

By the time you had demolished yours, half of Peppino's still remained. His gaze met yours and smiled, pushing his plate to you. Without hesitation you grab a piece, thanking him through another bite. Peppino rests his head in his hand as he watches you with a dreamy expression. 

* * * * * 

"Of course I can, I know how to use a gun." Peppino replies, aiming at the target.

You flinch with each pop of the toy gun, the "ammo" bouncing from the bottles and into your face. The gun clicked but nothing came out. Not a single bottle had toppled over. Peppino blinked and slowly turned to you with a sheepish grin. He pursed his lips and extended his hand to your face. Peppino's thumb gently brushing at the small red spots that had formed. A small chuckle escapes your lips and you shake your head. 

"Masterful play, my liege".

Peppino squints at you, "Let'sa see you do it then". It's not like you'd be able to cheat your way through this one. 

Your only response is a grin. Peppino watches with a raised eyebrow as you hand over more tickets and return with another gun. 

A loud clink is heard, followed by another before the glass bottles topple over. You smile brightly at Peppino as his mouth hung open. "You gotta know where to hit them, like right..." Another pop followed by more glassware falling, "There"!

"Wanna try again"?

"Sure amore". Peppino rubbed the back of his neck, watching as you pick out a prize. The bottles were stacked again and he took the gun you handed him. Peppino took in a breath and steadied his hand, taking aim where you had hit previously. 

You clap as the bottles fall over. "See? Nice"! 

As Peppino returns he hands you the prize he picked out. You open the bag you had been carrying and set the keychain inside. You look up to the sky. Vibrant blue and pink hues were peaking through the clouds. At night the entire carnival would shine with neon lights below and the sunset from up there would be a marvelous view. 

"Lets go into that fun house." You nod over into the distance. "By the time we're done there, it should be dark enough to get on the ferris wheel".

You return the remaining tickets to your bag, just enough were left. As you enter into a dimly lit room you stretch out a hand to touch the wall. The dark narrow hallway had you fumbling as you round another corner. You heard Peppino sigh faintly from behind as he followed the sound of your steps. As you make your way through a door and duck down you rub your eyes at the bright light. 

"Pep...pino?" You turn around, only to be met by your own reflection. Shit. He turned down a different path. 

"Y/N?" You hear his voice nearby. "Stay there! Just let me follow your voice". You bump into another reflection that looked like a hallway.

"Oh thank fuck." You sigh in relief. "Here, let me hold your han- oh. That’s a mirror." You pat along the wall feeling for an empty gap.

"Where's the real you?!" A gasp escapes your lips as you bump directly into Peppino. "Oh there you are". 

As you both make your way out of the fun house dozens of bright lights had turned on, illuminating the park. It was as if it had transformed into a different place altogether. In the horizon the ferris wheel flashed in pink, yellows, and blues. 

Halfway towards your destination a large drop of water hit your face. Then subsequently a dozen more. 

The rain all starts to come down at once, causing you both to retreat into the nearest tent. Peppino's eyes meet yours, water beading and dropping from his face. He gives you an apologetic look as you look back outside. Ah shit. Well, there goes your plans. You let out a disappointed sigh, feeling Peppino tug you closer to his side. As you turn back to him you give a small smile. His face had slightly flushed with the sudden chill. At least you got to spend the entire day with him and had fun. There was always next time. 

You reach your hand into your bag, popping a piece of leftover kettle corn into your mouth. As you chew, you make a face. It was no longer crisp and the flavor was just a little too sweet. 

"Do you still have those tickets?" Peppino asks. You nod, pulling them out. "Yeah"?

"Wait here". Peppino takes them from you and you watch as he disappears through the huddled crowd of people. As you wait you rummage through your prizes. You look through your small hoard; three stuffed animals, a coaster with a red and black creature holding a teacup, a keychain with what looked like various pizza toppings, and another keychain of a dinosaur with a large sail on it's back. Amongst a countless knick knacks and treats. 

"Here, amore." As you look up you're greeted with a candy apple. You thank him and take the sweet. Before you can take a bite, Peppino ducked down, placing a kiss to your lips. You smile against him and sigh as he pulls away.

"When you're finished with that..." Peppino looks out towards the rain, showing no signs of slowing. "How soaked do you think we'll get by the time we get to the car"?

#pizza tower #peppino x reader #pizza tower x reader #pizza tower fanfic #🫐bladezfics #peppino spaghetti

[gamequeenanya]

Security Breach: The Collab Fic! - Violet’s Version (Part 1)

Summary: A girl named Pocket has a birthday today. The animatronics in the Pizzaplex help her celebrate, along with a slew of other friends! But what happens when the Moon gets tickled? Chaos, naturally!

(Note: Since Pocket cancelled this fic, I offered to write it instead, and she gave me permission! This fanfic is the one with YOUR OCs in it! All OCs belong to their respective owners. Enjoy!)

…

It was a busy day in the Pizzaplex. There were so many customers that they had to close the pizza stand early because they ran out of dough. But it was also a special day in the Pizzaplex because it was the One Year Grand Opening!

There was one girl working in the Pizzaplex as a writer for many stories that would be told about the animatronics here. Her name was Pocket. She had brown hair, brown eyes, pale skin, and was about average height. She was really cute, and she loved her job as a writer. However it was difficult finding her passion again. You see, she had trouble saying "no" to people and the story requests kept piling up. So she felt trapped trying to write things to please other people instead of focusing on the things that made her happy.

One day she passed by the Daycare in front of the slide, and she met someone. It was her friend, Glamrock Freddy.

"Hello Pocket!" He said enthusiastically. Then he noticed the look on her face. "Oh. What's wrong, Superstar?"

She sighed. "Hey Freddy. It's all this work I have to do..."

Freddy offered a hug. "There there; it's okay. We'll find a way to help you, Superstar."

She nodded, hugging Freddy. "Thank you..."

Some loud laughter was heard from the daycare. Curiously, Freddy went over to check it out. Pocket followed him. When they were at the fun slide, she went first. Sliding down the slide and feeling a rush of excitement as she went fast. It was like being a kid again.

Glamrock Freddy called out to see if she was alright. She called back.

“I’m fine!”

Swimming through the pit, she found the source of the noise. It was the Daycare Attendant Sun laughing as many people tickled him. Among them were Nova: a purple haired cat girl, Insanity: a pale ginger, Rando: a punk goth with half his head shaved, Rain: someone with blue eyes and long hair, Travis: someone with vitiligo and an all-black outfit, Aenz: someone with pink hair and pink/white clothes, Ash: someone with black hair, brown eyes, and brown skin, Bee: someone with dark hair and skin, who wore a yellow shirt and black and yellow Pikachu ears, Mizuki: a girl with purple hair, green eyes, and a purple outfit.

And while some people tickled him, others preferred to watch. Some of them giggling while doing so. The people watching were Smileheart: a redhead with pink skin, A: a guy with black ripped skinny jean overalls, and Joker: a tall man with brown hair, black eyes, and a caramel skin tone.

“OHOHOHOHOOOOHOOO GOOHOOHOOOHOOODNESS!!” He shrieked. There must have been about ten people there, poking his sides, back, belly, and upper torso. “STAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHP! PLEHEEHEHEHHEEHEHEEHEASE!”

Pocket giggled. Just another day at the Pizzaplex. “Hey guys!” She called out, waving to them.

“Oh, hey Pocket!” They all said, waving back.

Seeing as they were busy waving to their friend, Sun took this opportunity to get them back, skittering his fingers along their sides.

They shrieked loudly, all running in circles to try and either get away or form a counter strike. Some of them got far enough to escape Sun’s amazing tickles. Most weren’t so lucky.

“A tickly Sun is on the loose!” Mizuki cried, and ran to the light switch. She turned the lights off. “Bye bye!”

Everyone gasped, a sinking feeling going through them at realizing what happened.

“Ahhhhhhhhh! Noooooooooo!” Sun shrieked. “What have you done?!” He fell to the ground and struggled, weakened by the dark.

“Sun…?” Mizuki said. “Are you okay?”

Suddenly, Sun sprang to his feet. But he wasn’t Sun anymore.

“Ohooooohooooooo!” Moon said. “Big mistake…!”

He wiggled his fingers and chased the screaming crowd. Scooping Ash, Smileheart, and Travis into his arms, he tickled their bellies. They scream-laughed, pushing at his fingers, trying to get loose.

Mizuki puffed out her chest. “Not so fast, Mr. Moon! I know your weakness!”

She sneaked around behind him and tickled behind his knees.

“EEEYAAAAAHAHAHAHAHHAAA!”

He screamed and let go of the captives, hands going to protect his sides.

“Hey, he’s ticklish too!” A cried, and he proceeded to poke and prod Moon’s hypersensitive torso.

“AHHAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAAHAHAAA!”

“Wow, you’re worse than Sun!” Joker teased. That made Moon squeal even harder.

…

Meanwhile, Scott’s hair was drying in the Salon. Glamrock Chica was there now, feeling a little lonely. Being a former security guard at Freddy’s, he was at least 60 now, though his beauty shone through even at this age. He had thick grey hair, was average height, and was slightly underweight.

He used to be the Phone Guy. Now he was an undercover investigator.

He never took his eyes off Chica, feeling uneasy. It wasn’t fair of course, since she’d never done anything to him, but she understood the trauma he must have been through. She moved slowly as she undid his hair curlers.

It was Scott who started the conversation.

“Hey Chica, how’s it going?”

She perked up at him speaking to her. “Oh, I’m fine! Never been better!” She spoke too quickly and grinned a little too wide. Maybe she would have convinced an ordinary person, but Scott could tell when someone was lying.

“Oh. Uh, listen. If there’s something on your mind, I’ll be here to uh, listen.” He said slowly, wanting to be kind.

She finished with his hair and sat in the chair next to him, ready to clear her mind of woes.

…

Roxanne Wolf stomped around the track.

Chica’s words echoed in her head. She’d told Roxy she spent too much time in front of the mirror these days, and they hardly spent time together.

Obviously Chica was being silly! After all, she needed that time in front of the mirror. How else would she convince herself she was beautiful…?!

She tried not to think of something else in their life that would have affected her behaviour. Instead she kept stomping around the track. She didn’t look where she was going and almost ran into someone.

“Hey, careful!!”

The person stopped and looked up at her. It was Shannon, one of Pocket’s best friends.

“Wait, you’re Roxy!” She said. “I love you!”

Roxy was about to send the person away but stopped and grinned.

“Of course you do. I’m the best!” She flipped her green hair to show off. “So, are you interested in learning to race?”

Shannon nodded.

There were a couple of other fans watching as well named Sofia and Nicole. They decided to stay and watch Roxy too.

…

Meanwhile Glamrock Freddy was dealing with something of his own. Pocket was following the crowd’s example and had started to poke Freddy’s upper torso where his ribs would be. And to make things worse, more friends of Pocket’s had shown up! Fluff and Ray were tickling Freddy’s hips and legs.

“Hahahahahaahhahahahaha! Superstar~!” He giggled. And then Nova came up and tickled along his hips. “Hey, wahahahahahaaait!” Freddy cried. “That’s not fair!”

Then Moon, who’d managed to escape the naughty people’s fingers, ran over and scooped up Pocket, Bee, and Rain. He ran through the Pizzaplex, laughing like a gremlin.

“I’ve got the birthday girl! Ahahaahahahaaaahaaa! Your party will be ruined!”

Freddy and the crowd gasped.

“Not so fast! We’ll save her!”

And they chased after Moon, who was giggling as he tickled the current captives. He mostly went for the sides, belly, and neck.

“HAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!” They squealed.

Moon ran all the way to the Raceway.

Seeing him and the laughing captives, Roxy got an idea. As she finished her safety lesson in the parked car she was showing them, she wiggled her paw pads.

“And when you’re driving, never ever let yourself get distracted.”

Giving Sofia and Nicole some playful pokes, she relished in their squeals. Shannon just preferred to watch, and smiled.

…

Meanwhile, Chica told Scott her woes. She talked about how concerned she was with how distant Roxy was. How she was spending too much time in the mirror and was neglecting their friendship. Scott felt for her and offered some comfort.

She accepted the hug, pulling him in close, and felt him stiffen.

“Oh. Heh!” He tried to make himself calm, assuring himself that Chica was in Safe Mode. It was nice and quiet for a while. He patted her back.

“Yeah, uhh… Is there an animatronic therapist around here?” He wondered. “Cause uh, to me it sounds like Roxy is suffering. Maybe she needs to talk about whatever is troubling her?”

“Maybe…” Chica said, looking away. “I guess I didn’t notice it, I thought she was being selfish. But not too long ago, one of our band mates was in a tragic accident…”

Scott chuckled despite everything. “Yeah. That’ll do it.”

…

There was a small bot in the Pizzaplex as well. All he wanted was to give people maps – as well as scaring people with his little jumpscare. He did the same thing when an unsatisfied customer wanted a refund.

Seeing some people rush by, he offered his map. But Moon was the one carrying them and he ran right past, bumping into Map Bot and making him spin around in circles.

A visitor named Juno noticed poor Map Bot and came over to steady him.

“Hey… Are you okay?”

Map Bot beeped with a nod. He seemed confused by the affection.

Juno checked him over for any damage to his casing, feeling around the area his ribs would be. The bot started to giggle.

Chuckling, Juno continued, checking the belly and spine area. Map Bot laughed, wrapping his arms around his waist. Finally Juno got to his hips. He couldn’t take it anymore.

“Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Please stop!” He said robotically. The visitor obliged, now seeing what was going on. There was a smile on their face.

“Don’t worry, you only have a few scratches on your casing. Your mechanic should have no problem!”

Map Bot sighed in relief.

“Thank you. Moon does not usually barrel past like that.” Reaching into his bag, he then offered a gift. “Now please, take a map! Free map.”

(End of Part 1!)

#fnaf tickling #the collab fic #I hope you all enjoy #fnaf tickles #the fic with your ocs in it #and a special present for Pocket as well! #hope you all love it! #my writing

[pantoneyoongi]

01 || hot chocolate with the mini marshmallows

series ; in love with love (with you)  description ; you’re a romantic. jungkook? jungkook is not. 

chapter 01 ; hot chocolate with the mini marshmallows prev || next 

word count ; 2.6k 

tags ; office!au / coworkers!au, frenemies to lovers, jungkook is lowkey a fuckboy but mostly he’s just a softie, like one (1) furry joke, pls go to main masterlist for more / general tags 

you cannot fathom why you continue to grab dinner with jungkook on a weekly basis. 

it was never on purpose. one thursday evening, jungkook passed by your desk, made a vague eating gesture, and for some reason, you packed up and followed him out the door. 

it’s always thursdays. fridays jungkook reserves for being a fuckboy, bar-hopping until he finds a girl within his standards to follow home then ditch after she’s fallen asleep. as a proclaimed romantic, you’ve always wrinkled your nose at the smug smirk he has plastered on his face whenever he talks about it, but you also know jungkook meets the bare minimum requirements of being a decent guy - i.e., fully sober, consenting only, clear one-night stand, no strings attached. so, to each their own. 

jungkook shovels a pizza into his mouth unceremoniously. “that’s stupid,” he asserts, mouth still full of cheese and pepperoni. you make a disgusted face, shoving a pile of napkins in his direction. 

“can you swallow before you speak?” you retort, in favor of arguing (for the upteenth time) that no, it is not stupid that mark showed up at juliet’s door with giant note cards to profess his undying love. it’s iconic. ‘love actually’ is iconic. 

“i’m multitasking,” he snickers, opening his mouth wide just to gross you out. you groan while he laughs, but still, he shuts his mouth to chew, eyeing you with amusement. 

you scowl but settle for taking a bite out of your own slice. jungkook, for all his misgivings, is the only one out of your close circle of friends that stayed in new york with you. jisoo, taehyung, and jimin are all scattered across various cities, leaving you alone with jeon jungkook, who, for some reason, not only lives in this city with you, but works in the same building, in the same company, on the same floor. 

fate loves fucking with you, that’s for sure. 

you open your mouth to ask jungkook if he’s booked his time off in preparation for your friends all coming home for the holidays, but get interrupted by the loudest human you know. 

“JAAAAYKAY!” your brother says jungkook’s initials like he’s revving up a car, and you close your eyes tiredly. you love him, you do, but hoseok by far has more energy than any human should realistically be allowed to have. 

jungkook perks up, waving enthusiastically, a drastic change from the way he treats you. you turn your head to face your brother, who brightens at the surprise of seeing you too. “fancy that,” he cheers. “scoot over.” he plops himself down in the booth, you narrowly sliding over in time to avoid being squashed. 

“hobi,” you whine, but he ruffles your hair and just smiles, stealing a bite from your pizza. jungkook shuffles in as well, and your eyes widen, realizing that with hoseok came yoongi, who has his hands shoved in the pockets of his coat as he relaxes into his spot next to jungkook. 

your heart jumps in your chest at the sight. yoongi looks at ease, if a bit tired, the white collar of his shirt peeking out from behind his jacket. he’s achingly handsome, windswept hair and sharp eyes that land on you, crooking the corner of his lips up in acknowledgement. 

“hey,” he greets briefly, eyes scanning over the pie you and jungkook had been trying to finish. you jolt your eyes away from him so you don’t get caught staring. “were you two planning to finish this yourself?” 

“yes,” jungkook answers at the same time you say, “no,” and yoongi chuckles, reaching over to steal a slice. 

“too bad,” he glances at jungkook. “you’re paying for me and hobi now too.” 

“who says i paid?” jungkook huffs. “we went halves.” 

“shitty date,” hoseok remarks with a grin. he leans towards you, mock-whispering. “i don’t like him. find a better man.” 

you snort, elbowing your brother while he laughs loudly. yoongi presses his lips together in amusement, eyes flickering to you for a moment before he goes back to his pizza, but it’s enough to have your heart skip a beat. 

your eyes glitter when you look at yoongi. your heart flutters at just the thought of him, his small but warm smiles, the baritone of his voice. hoseok’s been friends with yoongi since middle school, so you grew up watching yoongi play the gentle, quiet counterpart to hoseok’s loud, boisterous personality. 

your crush on him is possibly the worst kept secret in the universe. to call it a secret is borderline criminal, according to jungkook, but you rarely pay attention to jungkook’s opinions as it is. 

when the four of you have demolished the pizza (rip to the leftovers you were supposed to have, you’ll have to find something else for lunch tomorrow now), you follow hoseok out the door, mindlessly listening to him run his mouth about something or another. you try not to flush when you realize yoongi is close behind you, one hand holding the door open for you while his other hand guides you out the door, warmth emanating from where it’s placed on the small of your back. it sends sparks up your spine, ones that don’t disappear even after he’s removed his hand, shoving them back into his pockets as you gather outside the pizza parlor together. 

“it’s getting late,” yoongi comments. he glances at you. “do you want me to walk you home?” 

it’s a simple question. but it sets off the butterflies in your stomach, to hear him worry about you, and suddenly it feels significantly less chilly outside. 

“i’ll walk her,” jungkook says before you can answer. “we live two blocks from each other.”

you try not to let your disappointment show. you know it makes the most sense - yoongi lives a subway ride away in the opposite direction - but yoongi is also by far better company than jungkook, who picks fights with you just for fun. yoongi nods his approval and you watch him and hoseok leave, a wistful sigh escaping you as they turn the corner. 

jungkook makes a face. “you’re so obvious,” he mutters, grabbing you by the elbow to get you moving. the only other thing he’s ever seen you look at the way you look at yoongi is hot chocolate with mini marshmallows on top. ever the easy one to please. 

you ignore him, including the scoff he lets out seeing the fairytale pep in your step. you don’t care. your heart feels light whenever you’re around yoongi, comforted and warm. you can’t be bothered by jungkook’s pessimism - the boy didn’t have a romantic bone in his body, anyway. 

jungkook follows close behind you the whole way home, keeping pace with every bounce in your step with ease. he tongues his cheek, thinking carefully. “why yoongi?” 

all these years and he’s never been able to figure it out. you come to a halt so suddenly that jungkook jerks backwards, you twirling to face him. “wouldn’t you like to know.” it’s cheeky and smug, but jungkook just arches an eyebrow. 

“yeah. that’s why i asked?” 

you let out a huff. jungkook has a way of souring your mood in an instant - he calls it a talent, you call him annoying. “just because,” you lean in, not expecting jungkook to meet you halfway, dark eyes studying yours. he hums thoughtfully, but you refuse to budge until he does, tilting your head challengingly back, waiting for his response. 

“because he kinda reminds you of a cat?” he clucks his tongue, backing out of your space. “didn’t know you were a furry, y/n.” 

you sputter at his absurd response, and now you’re the one following him, a string of obscenities escaping while he laughs loudly into the night air. “what the fuck, jeon jungkook-” you smack him on the back and he at least has the decency to jump like it actually hurt him a little (but jungkook is built like a brick fucking wall, so actually, your hand stings a little bit). he cackles all the way to your apartment as you chase after him, yelling threats and causing a general commotion on the city streets on a simple thursday night. 

you’re both a little out of breath by the time you reach your building, jungkook wearing a shit-eating grin while you bend to rest your hands on your knees. “dick,” you mutter, but jungkook’s grin stays infuriatingly put. when you’ve gathered your breath again you turn heel to enter your apartment building, looking back only once just to stick your tongue out at him. he chuckles, waiting for you to disappear from his line of sight before he shakes his head. 

he’ll never understand your near-lifelong crush on yoongi. love is for suckers, he thinks. 

but if it makes you happy, well - to each their own. 

.

.

.

“here.” 

you look up to see a bleary-eyed jungkook nursing a cup of coffee, holding out a cup to you. you squint at him. “huh?” 

“it’s hot chocolate,” he grunts. “just take it. they gave me the wrong order.” 

you pop open the lid to see mini marshmallows on top, a smile spreading on your lips from cheek to cheek. “nice,” you cheer, eyes shining in a way that has jungkook shifting his gaze away, chewing on the lip of his cup. “but why’d you order two drinks to begin with?” 

“i was gonna get one for jaehyun,” he lies, glancing back at you. you peer up at him. 

“jaehyun doesn’t like hot chocolate?” 

you like it more. 

jungkook clears his throat at the thought, eyebrows furrowing slightly. he’d rationalized easily enough this morning, while he was waiting for the drinks after his split-second decision to buy one for you - he was doing it because you were friends. well, friends was probably a strong word in your opinion, but you’d known him for over a decade by now, so you probably legally no longer had a say in the matter. 

jungkook glances at you. “he needs coffee. you’re the only person i know who runs on pure sugar.” 

you throw him a small glare but it’s short lived. hot chocolate - specifically with the mini-marshmallows - makes you inordinately happy, cheeks dimpling as you happily inhale the sweet aroma. “well,” you hum, eyes fluttering shut. “someone’s got great taste. a shame they’re missing out.” 

jungkook rolls his eyes. “it’s literally one of the most common orders,” he retorts, but you shrug back at him, unbothered. 

“and? the people recognize it as the best, what can i say?” 

jungkook almost regrets buying it for you on his way to work. almost. he feels like he really needs the caffeine to kick in right about now, but still, you look incredibly pleased and he scoffs lightly, lips curling up in a disbelieving smile as he shakes his head. 

he raises an eyebrow, watching you sip chain-brand hot chocolate like it’s luxury before walking back to his desk a few rows behind you down the aisle. he peeks his head out past his cubicle in time to see you presenting the cup up to jinyoung with sparkles in your eyes, and even jinyoung laughs at how excited you are. 

without realizing, a fond smile makes its way onto jungkook’s face, eyes soft while he’s watching you. this is the happiest he’s seen you all week, and something warm settles inside his chest. 

it’s probably just the coffee. 

.

.

.

you’ll never admit this to his face, but jungkook’s hot chocolate is about the only thing that powered you through this day. 

well, his hot chocolate, and copious amounts of caffeine, but the extra serotonin courtesy of free sugar was a welcome boost to start off the morning. 

it’s nearing eight now; you have your head propped against one hand as you stare tiredly at the amount of data you’re currently filtering through. it’s been data analysis and back to back meetings all day, marking notes and double-triple checking work from junior analysts because you simply can’t afford to make mistakes for this project. 

you scrub your hand against your face, exhausted. your stomach has been begging you for sustenance for at least an hour now, and it’s friday, for god’s sake. you just want to go home. 

you scowl a little. director lee had of course left at five on the dot, like he always does, cementing his position as worst-project-lead-of-all-time. he disappeared when he wanted, had a total of zero useful comments, and actually made more mistakes than corrections, leaving you to clean up after him. 

you couldn’t wait until this project wrapped up, so you could dive headfirst into your bed, subject yourself to holiday capitalism with your friends, and return in the new year on a new project, with a new lead. fuck, what you would give to have this project just be over. 

jungkook is on this project too, but his team has less of a stake in it than your team does, so he startles you when he shows up by your desk, knocking gently on your table. “hey.” 

you make a vague, miserable noise in the back of your throat. “hi.” 

“pack up,” he says. it’s a command - not a request - but you’re so tired you don’t even have the energy to comment on it, throwing him an unamused look instead. he stares back resolutely, one eyebrow arched challengingly. 

you’re not gonna fight him. not really. it’s eight-fucking-pm, and you’re tired and hungry and jungkook has better work-life balance than you do, so if there’s anything you’re going to take pointers from jungkook about, it’s when to leave work. 

but you’re you and he’s him, so you also can’t make his life easy. instead, you faceplant into your desk, whining. jungkook sighs. 

he’s being nice today, you realize, as you hear him shuffle around you, packing up your notebook and pencils into your bag. you must look about as bad as you feel. timidly, you lift your head up. 

jungkook’s mouth twitches. there’s a red mark on your forehead from being pressed against the desk, and he presses two fingers against it, pushing you gently backwards. “come on,” he says. “hurry up. i’m hungry.” 

you obey this time, shutting off your laptop and shoving it into your bag while jungkook waits patiently. the two of you walk out together, quiet all the way down the elevator and out into the cold air. you suppose you’re both tired, if jungkook doesn’t even have the energy to poke at you the way he always does. 

“you stayed late today,” you say, as the two of you walk down the street. jungkook shrugs. 

“i’m on the same project as you,” he responds simply. 

“but it’s friday,” you comment pointedly, and jungkook presses his lips together flatly, eyeing you. 

“sex is great but so is having money in my bank account,” he says dryly. 

you laugh. jungkook’s expression lightens with yours. “besides,” he says, offhand. “the night’s still young.” there’s a wicked spark in his eyes that makes you sigh deeply and exasperatedly, sending jungkook laughing, bumping shoulders with you through the night as he teases your tired expression, wiggling his eyebrows. 

he walks you home, picking up fast food along the way, and you’re too tired to question it. he’s right - eight pm is hardly late on a friday, and the activities jungkook prefers on friday nights usually gear up earliest by nine. still, he gets you home safe, but not without making a mess of your hair right before you head into your apartment building, grinning widely at the loud whine you let out as you paw his hands off you. 

you make your way into your apartment building, but turn around in the lobby. the front walls are made of all glass windows, so you can see jungkook still standing outside, hands in his pockets. he tilts his head questioningly, eyebrows raised almost tauntingly, but you ignore the bait and simply wave good night. 

you watch his gaze soften into a smile as he waves back, and your heart warms. good night, jungkook.

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[anthonybialy]

Lunatic Moon Puts on an Eclipsing Show

The eclipse almost got eclipsed.  Lousy jerk clouds were so jealous of the attention whore Moon blocking the Sun that they tried to ruin the view.  But Jersey Shore-style drama was ultimately not imported from a place outside the totality.  The Moon was free to moon us.

Aspiring lookers worried a once-in-a-lifetime event would be even one fewer than that.  Missing the lack of sunshine would’ve been a twist during the soft reboot of an emblematically bleak tale.   Circumstances seemed eerily similar to 

that deflating Ray Bradbury short story everyone has a traumatic memory of reading about the cruel class locking the girl in the closet so she misses the rare Venusian sunshine.  But the happy ending we’re told never happens appeared out of nowhere.

I traveled all the way outside to be in the route.  My greatest worry was whether I thawed enough Pizza Logs for every guest.  We always try to be hospitable in Buffalo.  I noticed how many out-of-state license plates partially concealed bumpers in the days leading up to the solar system show.  Adventurous travelers took a chance on meteorological fate with a trip to the Queen City of Good Neighbors.  The prospect of never getting a gift from the cosmos beat definitely not seeing it in some crescent-cursed state.

The skies weren’t blotted by a blizzard, so we dodged the worst-case scenario.  I’d like to point out howling snow is an April rarity.  Still, Buffalo residents braced to be disappointed by something other than teams or taxes.  As for the shamefully high latter, politicians are so certain they know how to spend better than people who earn money that they take a cut just to prevent frivolous purchases.  Take eclipse supplies.  Many sites offered “free” glasses that taxpayers would’ve just bought with their own money if left to their unfettered devices.  Visitors wondered why there was ample elbow room around commercial zones.

Existing area establishments celebrated the spacey occurrence by not selling anything.  Everything closed while the skies opened.  My indispensible neighborhood liquor store shuttered while the Moon was drunk, which means those who wanted to get eclipsed had to plan ahead.  And even Tim Hortons took a rare break from brewing so workers could look wide-eyed through filters.  How did eclipse viewers stay jittery?  I hope meth dealers were shrewd enough to stay open.

Precautions against never seeing again seemed to work.  Concerns about going blinfndsxvnjds wrrrervfwe ,a,,h/nxxc.  My helper monkey has kindly stepped in to type dictations until my eyes stop feeling like I doused them with lava.  Anthony is an idiot.

I’m trying to remember the astronomical facts I crammed over the past week, but I fret they’ll vanish from my memory like safety warnings for watchers.  In my defense, it was tough to retain endless tips for ensuring spectators weren’t seeing the last thing they ever would.

Some alerts sounded like newsrooms sponsored contests to determine who could make the daftest admonition seem plausible.  Most notably, owners of fancy wireless pocket phones were advised to not point the cameras where they were looking or the implements could go blind, too.  You could make up any claim you’d like about where to aim eyes and get nervous participants to heed it.  I’m pretty sure you couldn’t glance at a waxed car unless you wanted your eyeballs to melt. You won’t see them.

I tried to be as prepared as I was enthusiastic.  It was as a good day for donning NASA socks as any this lifetime.  To complement my festive wardrobe in practical terms, I made eclipse viewer from a cereal box just like Mrs. Benfanti taught me in third grade before a previous Moon-based incident.  Interstellar experts recommend eating the Cheerios first.

A fun throwback of seeking entertainment by looking outside reminded us what it was like not to be glued to glowing pocket screens.  The heavens should always be this entertaining.  Keep staring outside for as long as it’s compelling.  Your DVR retained its content unless lunar rays disrupted recording that episode of The Office.  Creed doesn’t get fired on Halloween, so don’t worry.  Television is probably crisper than the sky appeared but not as magical.

I spent most of Monday afternoon seeing the eclipse, sort of.  The worst possible hours for overcast conditions seemed to embody the way things go on this rather uncooperative planet.  I coped by planning to check out the spectacle next century presuming the weather obeys.

An eclipse where you can’t see the Sun for different reasons than advertised seemed like a lesson.  The worst part of cloudy weather during the eclipse was my lack of surprise.  The hometown of Rick James, Vincent Gallo, and me often seems like the place where fate disappoints.

Not being allowed to look presented little problem.  A cruelly overcast day meant seeing some sort of blur through the real-life 3D glasses.  Everyone was failing the eye test.  Light at the end of the tunnel doesn’t provide much hope when it’s so splotchy.

But a transformation as amazing as queuing celestial objects redeemed what felt like a pending letdown.  My journalism degree didn’t allow me to determine whether the totality overwhelmed puny clouds in its path or if they parted out of karmic mercy.  Either way, the darkness led to lucidity.

The cosmic ballet compensated for tardiness.  Blazing plasma surrounded the perfect black circle.  For four glorious minutes or so, the fiery halo was the only clue that the Sun was still around.  The only way the sudden penumbra coda could have been more satisfying was if it seemed like the advertised event wouldn’t be visible, so thank existence’s scriptwriters.  You worried it was going to be cloudy for the whole eclipse, but the skies cleared at just the right time.  Buffalo teaches about the universe.

Monday featured quite a night in the afternoon.  We shared an incredible moment of all looking at the same alignment alongside.  The eclipse offered a chance for people of all kinds to get together for gazing and realize we hate each other.  Now, we share both animosity and liking that disappearing sunlight trick that one satellite pulled.

#eclipse #Moon #Sun #eclipse 2024 #Buffalo #lunar #solar #solar eclipse

[finnitesimal]

Watching Cleo pov finally

Scar and the. Magical wood in his pocket

"Cleo, that was an honorable death. At least you didn't jump off a cliff, showing off for Bdubs." Real actual line. Bdubs simp solidarity

"you are a Bad influence on Scar." "Mhm ;]" why do you sound so proud of that. Asshole ❤️

oh bdubs simp hostility actually. scar (directly after realizing they could make their dogs attack people): hits cleo

"NOT CLEO"

bigb starring as 'mom's ex that is nice and cool bit we don't like him' rn

bigb: "I feel kinda bad for them"

bdubs: "yeah, my heart's hurting a little bit"

scar: "I guess I'm the psychopath, I don't"

cleo: "don't get me wrong Scar, you're definitely Etho's child" this just makes the web of bdubs relations Worse. you realize.

meanwhile bigb's having his own "ex meets current" moment. Cleo and Pearl "known exactly for what happens if she's wronged" laughing over his eventual grave rn

og okay so we Are admitting we do atrocities in bdubs's name. "I only do this day one because of you, I stole Pizza, I did this" except I don't even think Bdubs ever asked her to take Pizza we are just outing ourselves as bdubs enthusiasts here cleo

oh they're ending the family bit god fuck it was the last bit that made them all cringe internally "we have food sources, we have offspring, it's a wonderful family we have" "it is, it is the best family "all thanks to you mom" the fucking audible wince that went through them

#no more mom. safge #coulda made a couple more freud jokes #limited life spoilers

[memes-in-a-half-shell]

Villain AU - Deadlock, Part 3

Part 1 || Part 2 ||

Shorter chapter! Trying not to spend too much time on them :) I just want to go wild, ya know? Write some stupid shit!!! I'm having fun with this, so that's that 👏

She wasn't a nobody, he could at least give her that!

When going through her computer, he did find several emails, one of them consisting of an invitation to a party on this coming weekend - on top of a building close to where the 7th Avenue and Broadway were crossing. It seemed to be a social event for influencial people, may they be good or bad names. This would be the perfect opportunity for the broker to extend her name and services to some higher crowds! Donnie admired the hustle and entrepreneurship, but he knew that if she wasn't stopped nor steered, she could be quite a force to be reckoned with.

He disclosed his plan to his brothers, wanting to go meet her at that event. It was simple; take her aside for some talks, persuade her to hand over the information about the Foot investors, then recruit her for her services.

"Yeah, but do we have money?" questionned Mikey. "If that's what she does for work, we can't just have her empty her pockets for our cause. That's not fair."

"Although I'm not too keen on this whole situation, Mikey has a point," added Leonardo. "We have nothing."

Donnie sighed, knowing he couldn't keep his funds a secret anymore.

"You guys have nothing, I do."

"Watchu mean 'I do'??" questionned Raph with a frown.

The tall terrapin did unenthusiastical jazz hands: "Freelance work." He then brought a holo screen of his account. "I actually need to get some money back in ... that girl ain't cheap."

"Dude, fuck that, buy us pizza instead!" joked Mikey.

***

Vee wasn't usually enthusiast about social events, but she couldn't deny that this would be the perfect opportunity to seek out new clients and mingle around for some juicy gossip and any kind of information. She usually didn't mind dressing up for parties, her black dress simple enough and her gold necklaces a simple addition, but something about people's gazes during the evening made her wish she had dressed up more...

After conversing with points of interests, the woman decided to take a drink aside and headed towards a part of the rooftop that was more secluded. The much needed peace calmed Vee down, sipping her glass of wine as she looked over the city's lights and traffic down below.

"That's not very clever, you know?"

Vee was on high alert as she heard a voice echoing from the shadows to her left. Turning around, she finally spotted a form coming out and making its way towards her; none other than that turtle man she had seen at that Foot tower. She didn't say a word, slowly backing up as he kept coming closer.

"That tattoo of yours on your chest," he continued, still getting closer. "I clearly saw it that night, and now you're displaying it as well this evening. Quite recognizable, to be honest."

"How did you find me? What do you want?"

Vee finally bumped against a railing, feeling New York's hot breeze caress her upper back and hair. The tall mutant was now so close, she somehow considered jumping off the balcony … if only it wasn't way high above ground. The male finally got her calling card into view, an amused look on his face.

"I'd say you did good work with that for the average joe, but I was still able to get that fake tracer to link me back to its root. I'm suspecting you finally noticed my presence in your stuff last night, judging how quick I lost connection. Let me guess, you disconnected your router?"

Vee quickly got the card out of his hands, annoyed.

"Okay, you answered my 'how did you find me' question, now answer my next one."

One of his hands rested at the railing, right beside her, slightly towering the woman. He wanted to come out as intimidating, somehow, but he could also not dismiss his curiosity.

"… I wanna know who you are exactly. What's your deal?"

Vee left a quick chortle: "As if I'm going to lay all my information bare to you-"

"You seem quite capable with technology," he continued. "I'm just wondering why you're using it that way. … Selling information to the highest bidder can be a dangerous game."

Vee played her flirting card, taking advantage of the proximity. She slowly fiddled with his mask's tails, sneakily displaying herself in an enticing way.

"Money talks, turtle," she answered smoothly. "Taking leaps is what makes the world go 'round, I'm sure you know that. I do what I have to do in order to survive in here."

The mutant slightly gulped, taking a second to enjoy the view. He finally straighthened his stance, taking her hand so he could stop her motions at his tails.

"Until you land the wrong information into the wrong client's hands," he said. "… You don't have to play this kind of russian roulette. Your work could have way more worth in authority's hands."

The human puffed a quiet laugh, getting her hand out of his hold.

"I know how it goes, turtle. The police is slow and getting any freelance investigation their way can actually damage their precious work. They barely get anything done in reasonable delays. Meanwhile, my way is efficient for anyone who needs the information. I don't care where it falls – as long as I get paid, that's the only worth I'm looking for."

"Then why did you ask information about project Renaissance?"

Vee's eyes squinted: "... HookedOnCoffee?" she asked.

"You bet, smooth criminal," winked the terrapin. "I wanted to test you. I was there when you did your little escapade to the police station; you seem full of surprises."

Her gaze was now frowning, looking the mutant up and down.

"... H- How were you there and I didn't see you? You're a freakin' giant turtle!"

She stopped herself and the other before the subject was continued.

"You know what? Pause. ... I'm usually pretty alert to my surroundings when out and about, and the only trace I leave from time to time is my calling card, either for shits an' giggles, or for potential new clients. The fact that you found me and were able to hack into my computer in very little time is just ... " She next poked at his plastron with each words: "You're. Being. A. Creep. Right. Now!"

She next took a long sip of her wine, her eyes wandering and next noticing the shapes of three other turtles hanging and waiting on another rooftop.

"Great," she sighed, vaguely gesturing in their direction. "The whole cavalry's here..."

"You don't have to be freaked out," said the terrapin next. "We're here because we want your help."

Vee paused, half a smile coming to her lips.

"Let me guess.... you want the info I took from you guys at that Foot tower?"

"Primarly, yes, but ultimately I believe that your expertise could be beneficial to our cause."

"Which is?"

"Bringing the Foot clan down, once and for all."

That brought a laughter out of the woman, confusing the other for a moment.

"You do realize that I sometimes steal from them? They're often my main bread and butter," confessed Vee. "And if they were to vanish, another organization is gonna take their place. I'm talking about the Purple Dragons, mainly. I could be generous and think of other clans, but that'd be too generous."

"And you're okay with having potential crimes on the conscience when completing work that involves the Foot?" questionned the male, sourly.

"C'est la vie!'' shrugged the human. "Eat or be eaten. I do whatever I have to do and I'm okay with that. ... Why should I care about others when all they've done to me for the most part is spit on me?"

That seemed to garner some sympathy from the turtle, his traits now softer.

"Look... I'm not here to threathen you out of your work," he started, calmly. "I believe you have great potential and it'd be a shame to have yourself get in trouble because of some poor choices."

"You don't know anything about me."

"I know! I know... But I want you to consider being a better person in this."

Vee was silent for a moment, contemplating his words.

"... I'll think about it," she finally said, ligthly swirling her wine in a thoughtful manner.

"Good! If you ever have an answer, you know where you can find me." He next extended his hand for her to shake. "Name's Donatello, by the way."

Vee considered the gesture for a moment, ultimately bringing her hand into his. The size difference caught her off guard for a split second.

"Call me Vee," she replied. "... And I must warn you, monsieur Donatello; do not log into my computer again, or else I'll find you and it won't be pretty."

"I'll respect that warning," smiled the terrapin.

The woman next handed her glass to the mutant, starting to make her way back to the party.

"Enjoy the wine, I'm guessing you need it too."

Indeed he did, taking a long swig of the drink and then watching Vee walk away. He could still feel the ghost of her hand in his...

***

Vee spent the next few days carefully combing through the Renaissance project's files. One detail she did find interesting was in regard to that alien substance - nicknamed the "green ooze" - that was injected into four turtles and one rat subjects. Basic tests had been conducted, but it had never been done to full extents, considering that the lab burned down and the chemical had been lost. Final reports indicated that traces of the ooze could be found running through the animals' veins, meaning now that retrieving the substance could be possible...

Now knowing that this Donatello guy potentially had eyes on her online activities, she proceeded to create a thread all while making sure that the HookedOnCoffee account was blocked. She silently thanked the moderators for not including an activity feed for any created accounts, allowing for things to escape possible radars or lurkers.

Her post was clear and simple:

Potential retrieval of the lost ooze from Project Renaissance.

Possibility of getting my hands of some of the alien substance lost in the Sacks facility fire. Uses may range from medical to superhuman enhancements. Starting bids at 1 million. Serious offers only.

And so the wait started. Or at least it would give her enough time to actually figure out how to obtain such ooze in the first place....

Thinking back at Donatello's offer, that seemed like her only point of entry for such an opportunity. Sure, she couldn't just come out of nowhere and whip out a needle and a vial to get some blood out of him. ... She would need to build trust with the mutant - something that seemed a bit far fetched at the moment, considering that he might mostly want a professional relationship first and foremost.

She allowed some time to pass by, completing chores around her appartment and getting some food prepared. It was only when she got back to her desk with a quick dinner plate that she froze at the thread she had created.

Last offer was going up as high as 10 millions...

Seeing that no one had outbided that for some time, she closed the deal, getting in contact with the winner.

smooth_criminal: You better not be talking shit for offering such a large amount of money. FuttoGyangu: My boss is very interested by what you are offering. smooth_criminal: I do not have a current ETA on the retrieval. I need to confirm some details before starting the operation. FuttoGyangu: To confirm our interest, we will forward you 500,000$. Keep us updated.

Vee blanked for a moment. That couldn't be real...

FuttoGyangu: We have heard of your excellent work. Do not disappoint us.

She indeed received the amount, accepting it with a wide-eyed stare. ... ... Throwing herself out of her chair, she gleefully danced and stimmed around, celebrating this huge hit! Her head was spinning, her heart beating fast and hard. She couldn't back away now, she didn't want to disappoint indeed!

Swinging back into her chair, she completely disregarded her food, instead opening back her conversation with HookedOnCoffee. She shook her hands a little before writing, wanting to calm her nerves and not write any gibberish.

smooth_criminal: What's up. Let's meet up and discuss.

She could give him the Foot info, anything he wanted! Who cares!! As long as she could get into his good graces, that could only get her closer to her goal and that sweet, sweet money.

HookedOnCoffee: I'm guessing you finally considered my offer? smooth_criminal: Sure thing, pal. I'll be a good girl, I promise ;)

She snickered at her response.

HookedOnCoffee: I'll disregard the play on words :D ... State a place and time of your choice, I'll be there. smooth_criminal: I suspect you don't want to be seen much. I'll send you the address of a rooftop I like to hang out to. I'm free tomorrow night. smooth_criminal: I'll also bring some coffees and that delicious data you requested~ Gotta start on the right foot - unless you want to bring it down once and for all as well.

God she felt like such a smartass, quoting him from that evening at that party.

HookedOnCoffee: Ain't you a sweetheart... Forward me the address and I'll meet you there. HookedOnCoffee: And don't worry, I'll be alone.

Happily punching in the address and sending it his way, she next swiveled her chair around with a cheerful laughter. She couldn't deny being on such a high - yet the realization that she had now to prepare for this delicate mission brought her celebration to a stop.

Serious once again, she approached her computer, then opening a new web browser screen and shopping around for blood extraction equipment...

((Part 4))

#it's-a-moi #villain au #usual sorry for any mistakes #having written down most of the plot for this fic helps a ton for whipping out the chapters!! #I usually do lots of improvisation when I'm writing - oopsie doopsie #still doing some for this fic - but at least I have a general gist of what's going to happen #WRITING JUICES ARE FLOWIN'

[putuponpercy]

Am I alright to ask for a full list of food/cravings HC's for the characters?

It seemed like it'd be a really fun ask!

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Does anyone have allergies?

Who hates Marmite?

Is anyone vegetarian?

Anything food related!

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Love your art and little HC's!

Your little comic was all kinds of "Awwwww!"

First off - thank you so much ;u; your kind words really mean a lot!! 💖 Secondly, my goodness you were right this was such a fun ask to write for - it really got me stuck in and thinking about how different the characters eating habits are. I’ve only listed No.1 through 12 plus Diesel as I feel I haven’t had the chance to flesh out a lot of other characters as of yet 🙏

Thomas: A human hoover, will consume pretty much anything put on a plate in front of him. Has given himself food poisoning from his own cooking on multiple occasions, probably from the medium-rare chicken he specialises in. Not a big fan of tea.

Edward: Has a strong sweet tooth. His lunchbox probably contains more dessert than dinner. Snacks on some of those little wrapped hard-boiled sweets he keeps in his breast pocket - which he’ll sometimes give out to Bill and Ben if they actually behave.

Henry: Henry still struggles to maintain a healthy relationship with food after his time being so unwell and may need a gentle reminder to have something to eat during the day. Sometimes makes mac and cheese at 3am. Probably one of the few to admit that they enjoy fish. Is also allergic to peanuts. 

Gordon: Big lover of meats and protein. Typically has around 12 toppings on his sandwiches. Willingly starts arguments over which is the superior flavour of crisps - favours salt & vinegar. Probably the marmite enthusiast of the Tidmouth lot. 

James: Claims he can handle spicy foods but absolutely cannot. Tuna sandwiches are his guilty pleasure that not a single soul must ever learn about. Keeps a pack of polo mints on hand to hide the fish smell from his breath.

Percy: A coffee addict, prefers bitter tasting things. Not a fan of sweet foods at all such as chocolate, jam, honey etc. Lactose intolerant but that doesn’t usually stop him from enjoying pizza night with Thomas. 

Toby: Strikes me as the type of person who will eat the same meal for tea every single day for several weeks. He always insists on helping Henrietta cook in the kitchen. (Bonus I found this video shortly after writing that and it is absolutely them)

Duck: Dislikes eggs. Goes full-on with the roast dinners every Sunday, usually makes enough to feed the entire Little Western fleet and then some. Makes the best yorkshire puds.

Donald & Douglas: One prefers savoury, the other prefers sweet. People often have a hard time remembering who prefers which. Both are hearty drinkers and can pretty much always be found in the pub after work.

Oliver: Would probably eat around 10 packets of noodles in a day if given the chance.

Emily: The only one who seems to remotely care about her physical health and what sort of food she consumes. Mostly sticks to a plant based diet. Big lover of tea. Also Irn Bru - she has a secret stash of the stuff.

Diesel: Likes fast food or anything greasy. Not a fruit or veggie lover. Has probably deprived his body of water for some time. Similar to Henry, will make cheese on toast at around 3am for no reason other than he wanted cheese on toast.

#askbox #ttte #ttte humanized #thomas is also the type of person who willingly licked coal to see if it was any good #spoiler alert #it wasn't #pup's headcanons #TJP AU

[lilaccoffin]

Few questions about VanillaChai, if you don't mind:

What's a typical date/hangout look like for them?

Who confesses first? How?

Do they sing any songs together?

AWW, I don't mind at all!! I'm happy to answer questions about them, hehe~ Thank you for asking!! <3 :3 1. What's a typical date/hangout look like for them?

Probably those nasty ass "boys will be boys" kind of hang-outs with pizza boxes and chip bags and junk food trash all over the place- OKAY IN ALL DUE SERIOUSNESS, yeah, they would have hang outs like that often when they're tired from work and wanna just be lazy for a day with each other. They both stock up on junk food they like and make a list of movies to rent that they'll watch/talk and make jokes throughout. Vanilla will then head over to Vandelay Island and Chai will answer the door of his new apartment in his boxers like "Rule 1 of Casa Chai: NO PANTS!" So they'll just lug around at his place. Vanilla will try to clean up a bit and Chai will smack his hand like "Dude, stooop, just relaaax! We'll worry about cleaning that up later!" At some point they'll hear scratching at the window and see it's 808. They let her in enthusiastically before they hear Peppermint's voice asking "Wwwwhy are you guys not wearing pants?" And Chai has to tell Peppermint that she's not allowed to look in or eaves drop while he's having a dude night with Vani. She snarks him like "Eugh, why would I wanna listen to you guys be annoying about dad rock and puns in your underwear?" But she totally eaves drops at some point and Chai can tell and gets at her.

When they're up to actually going somewhere they'll most likely hit a record shop or arcade, or both! Chai dominates at DDR and Vanilla 100% slips at some point and falls on his ass. They use up any tickets they get from ski ball or w/e to grab candy and dumb little prizes that they'll either lose on the way back to Chai's place, or forget about in their pockets for weeks until they reach in and find it and pog and mess with it for 5 minutes.

2. Who confesses first? How? I actually haven't really thought about how a confession would go between them! Like, I mean, I've imagined scenarios, but I've never thought of one that felt...legitimate for them? For now, they're just trying to have a proper friendship again after their initial friendship in college was so...rough. Though I imagine Chai is crushing on him p bad and takes any chance to flirt or make a move. Vanilla always responds with a little laugh and a, "not so fast, guy." Even though Vanilla often flirts back when he's aware that he's being flirted with. It takes time for these two goobers, basically. When they do fess up, I think it's a quiet mutual thing...maybe they're hanging out on the roof of some place talking and snacking and they both reach for one another's hand during a quiet moment. They don't need words to understand what they're trying to get at...especially because they're both awkward dorks it's for the best they don't say anything and just let the gesture speak for them.

3. Do they sing any songs together? In the past, Vanilla let Chai do all the singing because he was embarrassed by his monotone voice. It made it really difficult for him to sing well and he didn't want to look lame in front of Chai.

Fast forward to the present, Vanilla starts taking speech therapy and he gets confident enough to sing along when they hang out and listen to music together. Chai's so stoked he drags Vani to a karaoke place so they can be as loud and dumb as they want.

I could see their go-to songs ranging from genre to genre tbh...but they are absolutely singing some ABBA like no one is watching.

#vanillachai #oc talk #THANK U FOR LETTING ME RAMBLE ABOUT THEM !! <3

[athomewithlauraandpepe]

**Laura and Pepe’s Guide to De Beauvoir**

From the moment I strolled past the vibrant Hectors on a crisp autumn evening while on my way to view my flat, I knew De Beauvoir had captured my heart. Nearly 18 months have passed since then, and I've had the privilege of calling this enchanting pocket of London home. In that time, I've explored the diverse and delightful establishments that dot the neighbourhood, each contributing its own unique flair to the tapestry of De Beauvoir.

**EAT**

*SWEET THURSDAY* - Indulge in mouthwatering pizza, pasta, and delightful salads at this gem. Whether you choose to dine in or opt for a takeaway via online ordering or Deliveroo, be sure to try the Pesto Dip—it's an absolute game-changer. And don't forget to explore their fantastic selection of natural wines in the bottle shop.

*THE TALBOT* - Immerse yourself in the cosy gastropub vibes of The Talbot. With a consistently excellent menu and a roast that's nothing short of exceptional, this intimate spot also boasts a selection of meticulously crafted cocktails.

*THE HUNTER S* - Affectionately known as the 'porn pub,' The Hunter S is a haven for delectable pub grub and roasts. Don't miss their honey mustard sausages—my personal favourite. It's also a fantastic spot to bask in the summer sun on their outdoor benches.

*DE BEAUVOIR ARMS* - Surprise, surprise—more delicious pub food awaits at De Beauvoir Arms. Their memorable roast, especially the incredible chicken gravy, has secured its place in my heart. Whether it's a laid-back weekday evening or a weekend lunch, DBA never disappoints, offering a tempting £8.50 lunch menu on weekdays.

**DRINK**

*HECTORS* - This lively spot holds a special place in my heart, as I first spotted it while viewing my flat. The outdoor buzz, come rain or shine, complements a curated collection of natural wines, making Hectors a perennial favourite.

*THE SCOLT HEAD* - While it rightfully deserves a spot in the 'eat' section, I can't help but categorise it under 'drink' due to the sheer fun it exudes. Many unplanned nights out have stemmed from the infectious vibes at The Scolt Head.

*DUKE OF YORK* - What sets Duke of York apart for me is its ambient lighting—vintage French style that creates the cosiest atmosphere. Beyond the aesthetics, they also know their way around a good cocktail.

*ROSEMARY BRANCH* - Despite being in the 'drink' section, Rosemary Branch is renowned for its soulful atmosphere. Known for a great roast and the occasional piano accompaniment at 4 pm, it's a delightful pub that transcends expectations.

**BRUNCH**

*DE BEAUVOIR DELI* - A renowned spot for a leisurely brunch, De Beauvoir Deli offers a cosy setting, even during winter when you can snugly sit outside with a blanket. With a regularly changing menu, it's perfect for a sit-down meal or grab-and-go options like bagels and coffee.

*BOBO & WILD* - Nestled on the edge of De Beauvoir, overlooking Shoreditch Park, Bobo & Wild is a go-to for a tasty brunch. Friendly staff and a comfortable ambiance make it an excellent spot for both indulgence and productivity.

**COFFEE**

This section, perhaps unsurprisingly, is the most extensive, reflecting the abundance of excellent coffee spots in the area. It's worth mentioning that, although I'm not a coffee drinker myself, my friends who are enthusiasts confirm the delightful quality of coffee in the below. I will however highlight the things I love about these establishments as I go.

*DE BEAUVOIR DELI* - Beyond its delectable British fare, the Deli's vibrant scene outside and a hatch for takeaway coffee make it a morning go-to. Don't miss the Dusty Knuckle cinnamon bun—a personal morning ritual.

*DE BEAUVOIR WHOLEFOODS* - Right across from the Deli, Wholefoods serves up more than just groceries. A hatch offers coffee, hot and cold beverages, baked goods, and sandwiches. My personal favourite? The Turmeric Latte.

*BATCH BABY* - Embracing a hip and trendy vibe, Batch Baby, located in the Rose Lipman building, offers a cosy space that doubles as a perfect spot to work.

*2&4 VINTAGE* - Enjoy your coffee surrounded by beautiful vintage pieces at 2&4 Vintage. Maurice's fabulous collection adds a touch of charm to your coffee and cake experience.

*52A COFFEE HOUSE* - Selma's beautiful coffee shop on the corner of Southgate and Downham Road boasts a cosy atmosphere and an extensive selection of delicious cakes and brownies.

*MIRA* - Opposite The Hunter S, Mira stands out with its charming tiles that read 'Milk, Eggs, Butter.' Offering basic staples and salads, it's a fantastic spot for a quick coffee fix. My personal favourite? The homemade cake.

**DO**

*ROSEMARY BRANCH THEATRE* - Inside the pub where I once spotted Greg James, the Rosemary Branch Theatre hosts a variety of performances and community experiences, ranging from theatre and comedy to live music and workshops. Keep an eye out for the upcoming festival of female, femme, and non-binary-led clowning and comedy called 'Look for the Woman,' starting on March 1st.

*JAZZ @ SCOLT HEAD* - Every last Thursday of the month, the back room at The Scolt Head transforms into a jazz club with Peter Werth and his Jazz Crew. Having recently discovered this hidden gem, I'm committed to making it a regular occurrence. The experience is truly incredible, and booking a table is a must.

*REGENTS CANAL* - Embark on a scenic journey along Regent's Canal. Head left towards Haggerston, London Fields, and eventually Victoria Park to discover seasonal gems like Towpath and bustling markets like Broadway Market and Victoria Park Market on weekends. If you turn right along Regents Canal, you'll find yourself in Angel, with Camden Passage being my favourite spot in the area.

#london #explorelondon #foodie #foodporn #travel guide #hackney #areaguide #debeauvoir #northlondon #eastlondon

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Repost because I can’t find when I posted the original! This was for the prompt artificial from AUvember. Part 1! Part 2 is by @daboyau

@phoebepheebsphibs

“-and the award goes to….Donnie!”

Donatello smirks as he stands up, beginning to walk over to the stage. He carefully fixed the collar of the white shirt under his black suit and purple tie.

He was completely prepared for this. It was just obvious he’d win. The cheering all around him was still music to his ears though.

Reaching the podium, the award was draped around his neck in the form of a medal.

The national medal of technology and innovation.

He pivots back towards the crowd and speaks into the microphone.

“Esteemed guests and colleagues, I stand before you to receive yet another very well deserved award. This probably comes as no surprise to you all at this point, but I appreciate it nonetheless. My achievements are so impressive, I took the liberty of bringing them here with me! Behold!”

With a wave of his hand, the nearby curtain drops and reveals three color coded robots.

The blue robot poses dramatically.

The red robot has his arms folded over each other but smiles proudly.

The orange robot waves enthusiastically.

The crowd cheers louder. Donnie’s smirk only gets bigger.

“As incredibly amazing as my work is, I do have to credit the people I based them off of, my-“

The smirk is wiped completely off his face. The only person he knew in the crowd was April. His other family members were nowhere to be seen.

“….brothers? Where are they?”

“We’re right here, Dontron!” The blue robot leans over.

“You are not my brothers. While I did have this idea as a backup plan, that was only for emergencies! You’re not the originals.”

“Of course we are! You built the perfect family!” The orange robot chirps happily.

“Come on Dee, you’re supposed to show us off. This is your time to shine!” The red robot insists.

“What is this? What’s going on here!?” Donnie begins patting around his pockets to try to find his folded up tech bō.

The blue robot walks over to him.

“Big bro, you need to chill. You’re kind of bumming the mood of your own award ceremony. How about we just go home and watch Lou Jitsu? We can watch Punch Chowder, eat some pepperoni pizza, what do you say?”

Donnie stills for a moment.

“I have just one thing to say.”

“Yeah? What-“

The robot gets a bō to the side of the head that sends it flying into the curtain, pulling it down with him.

Everything starts becoming pixelated and glitchy around the area the robots were. It spreads terrifyingly quickly. He only has time to scream before it reaches him.

He finds himself screaming into darkness. He can feel something on his face.

His hand reaches up and throws it off. It hits the wall and breaks. It seemed to be some kind of headset.

That’s when he realizes several things.

One: He wasn’t alone.

Two: He wasn’t as young as he thought he was.

The headset had messed with his head. In that dream, or more accurately that probably artificially created scenario, he was 16.

He was about twice that age now.

That was very apparent from seeing his brothers also in this small room.

They were slumped over with headsets similar to the now broken one on the ground.

Obviously, they had all aged as well.

The other things he noticed became more apparent as he got his bearings.

Three: He was desperately thirsty, hungry, and his body felt like it hadn’t moved in ages.

From this, it could be concluded that the warped reality had him under for much longer than he thought.

He rushes over to try to take the headsets off his brothers, seeing their lips chapped made them situation all the more urgent.

Who knows if they had been there longer than him?

A strong jolt of electricity has him yoink his hand back in pain.

“Dammit! I can’t get them off….how did I free myself?” He picks up a piece of his broken helmet.

There’s a quiet hiss from himself as he notices the Purple Dragon symbol.

It was Purple Dragon and not Dragons ever since Kendra’s friends left her. An inevitably considering how she treated them.

She was going to pay for this all the same.

There were traces of purple, a different kind of purple, on the headset as well. That extra purple was his own ninpo.

It must have short circuited it.

He drops the piece back on the floor. If he woke himself up, then his brothers would have to too.

But that wasn’t something he could or would want to wait on. It might not even happen. He could have just gotten lucky.

Looking at his brothers, he wonders who he should try to help first.

His eyes land on Leo.

There’s a soft ache in his heart. The last time they saw each other, it didn’t end very well.

If he saved him he might be able to hold it over his head enough for them to have a proper conversation.

And if he was being honest, which he wasn’t, not even to himself, Leo usually had good strategies in situations like these.

He sits down next to him and closes his eyes.

Entering a mind meld again after so many years was an odd experience. That was especially true because of what the headset was doing to Leo’s mind in the first place.

There was some disorientation as he not so gracefully landed on some carpeting. Glancing around, it’s clear that he’s wound up in a random house.

He stands up, rubbing his now sore lower shell.

“What could you possibly want that has to do with a house like this, ‘Nardo?” He mumbles to himself.

Donnie begins to walk around to try to find him.

Sounds coming from nearby lead him into a living room. The couch in there obstructed the view of the two people sitting on it.

They were unfamiliar.

Their voices weren’t.

“Leo, stop it! I know you’re cheating!“

“Me!? You’ve been cheating from the start! This is just my revenge!”

He frowns.

This was a conversation they had while gaming plenty of times. One he hasn’t heard in years.

When was the last time he even talked to him?

“You think that’s enough to win against me? That doesn’t even scrap the surface of my genius ideas!”

God, is this what Leo thinks he sounds like?

“Oh yeah? What else could you possibly have left?”

“This. Oh look at that! Shove.”

Leo gets shoved off the couch.

Okay, maybe that was fair.

Leo was younger here as expected, but also….human. So was the artificial version of himself.

He stares straight at him and gets no sign that Leo can see him.

This would be complicated.

This also isn’t exactly what he was prepared for.

Why was Leo’s perfect world one where they aren’t turtles anymore?

“Cheap shot! Come here!” Leo lunges towards the fake Donnie.

They roll around fighting until the front door opens.

“Guys! We’re home! I got first place at the art exhibition!” Mikey calls out.

Leo shoots straight up, blonde hair messed up by the fight.

“Ha! Told you! I knew you’d win!”

He drops out of view as artificial Donnie pops up instead.

“Mazel. Put your trophy in the case so I can put it in my achievement data.”

“You’ll have to add mine too! Got a plaque from the animal shelter for employee of the month.”

Leo goes back into view.

“Woah, 3rd month in a row Raph. You should be running the place by now.”

Original Donnie walks over to the largest trophy case he’s ever seen in his life. It was not practical by any means.

There were tons of trophies lining the shelves. He expected a lot of them to be Leo’s, but they surprisingly were divided just about evenly among them.

Mikey and Raph place their awards inside. Artificial Donnie inputs the information into a tablet while Leo pats Mikey and Raph’s shoulders in congratulations.

“Boys! Are you home? I brought dinner!” A voice shouts from the kitchen.

Ordinal Donnie’s blood runs cold.

He should have seen this coming.

“Coming, dad!” Leo responds before running to the kitchen.

The artificial brothers follow, as does original Donnie once he’s able to get a hold of himself.

Everyone sat around the table while a human version of their father places takeout on it.

Splinter.

He looks exactly like Lou Jitsu in his prime here.

Oh gods, it’s been so long.

He misses him so much.

Of course Leo would have him here.

“Papa, did you film that scene with the seven deadly vipers move today?” Artificial Donnie asks.

“I did! You should have seen Chad’s face when they sent him in as the stunt double, hehe. Enough about my day, I heard the trophy cabinet opening. Tell me who got what.”

Raph and Mikey happily talk about their accomplishments as the four of them all eat.

Original Donnie felt worse the longer he was there.

He was the only one aware that it wasn’t like this.

That it could never be like this.

He watched as Splinter turned his attention towards Leo and artificial Donnie, praising them for things he had heard about happening earlier in the week.

A good basketball match, an exemplarily grade on a math test.

Jealousy bubbled up inside him as this fake father pat the him that wasn’t him’s head.

The mention of pride broke him.

He slams his hands on the table, purple ninpo dancing across his arms.

“This isn’t your life, dumb dumb!”

The artificial family and Leo finally see him and have looks of fear.

“Who’s that!?” Mikey screams.

“Kids, get behind me!”

“Dad, no! I’ve got this!” Leo insists.

Crap.

Well, if there was one thing that might be able to break Leo out of this, it would be a major shock.

Possibly.

He didn’t have many data points to work with.

Original Donnie leaps over the dinner table and grabs his artificial self.

He didn’t have it in him to hurt the fake Splinter.

“No! Stop! Leave him alone!” Leo shouts, grabbing his plate and throwing it at original Donnie.

Donnie easily deflects it, shattering the plate.

“If you want to save your real brothers, you have to wake up, Leo!”

“What are you even talking about!? Just let him go! Please! You….you can have me instead if you want, okay!? He’s a nerd! You don’t want him!”

“This is the only way.” Donnie slams artificial Donnie’s head into the table.

Leo screams and jumps at him.

After some glitching and pixelating, it’s suddenly the real Leo that’s tackled him.

His hands are around his neck as the pieces of the headset crumble all around him. There’s tears dripping down his face.

“You hurt my brother!”

“I-Idiot! I am your brother!” Donnie struggles.

Leo’s expression takes a second to change, but when it does he finally releases his grip on Donnie’s throat.

Donnie takes in a big breathe and then tries to get said breathing under control.

Leo lifts him up, hugging him tightly.

“Donnie! You glorious nerd, I thought something happened to you!”

Donnie quickly takes the opportunity to hug him back just as tight.

He knew it wouldn’t last very long.

“Leo. I’m sorry, okay? Please just listen to me.”

“Huh? Of course, why wouldn’t I-“

The disorientation finally fades away and Leo let’s him go.

“Oh.”

“Leo, I didn’t mean any of it.”

Leo looks anywhere but him, which let’s him see Raph and Mikey still unconscious.

“Did you do this? Did you bring us all here?”

“No! It was Kendra, I don’t know why, but I know how to fix it.”

“Then why would we waste time having a conversation!? Help them, Donnie!”

“Because if we don’t talk now you’re going to leave the moment this is all handled!”

“Oh, I’m going to leave!? That’s hilarious! Dad did always say you were the funniest, didn’t he!?”

“Leo-“

“The funniest thing you ever did was say you were getting some air at the funeral and not coming back!”

“I didn’t-“

“Or maybe it was even funnier when I found your room empty! Just hilarious! I was venting to a door with no one on the other side! Perfect time to make me look like an idiot!”

“That wasn’t my-“

“No no, it was actually comedy goal when I managed to find you and I was so so happy I did. It was when you told me that if I needed something I could just ask the robot you left behind. It was when you refused to come back with me and said to consider you gone too! That’s it!”

Donnie looks down in shame.

“I didn’t know how to handle how I felt. You had everyone else. It’s not like I left you alone.”

“I only had Raph and Mikey for a few more years! We all split off because we weren’t whole anymore! Did you think I was okay!? With you gone I had to pretend so hard I was because I wanted to help Mikey keep us together! Mikey of all people gave up, Raph gave up! I failed as a leader! And you weren’t there!”

“I already told you I’m sorry! What do you want me to do to have you forgive me!? Whatever it is I’ll do it!”

“I want you to act like it was a tough decision to leave me behind! To leave all of us behind! I want you to lie and say you missed me! Missed our family!”

“You think it wasn’t hard for me….?”

“You didn’t hesitate! You had no emotion on your face! You snubbed me that whole last conversation we had!”

Leo’s face softens as he sees Donnie shaking.

“I’ve never regretted something more in my life! I do miss you! I miss you and Raph and Mikey and I miss dad! I threw myself into years and years of inventing and hiding and any distraction I could get my hands on! By the time I snapped out of it….I felt like it was too late. You all moved on. I didn’t deserve to talk to you again after what I did. Even now I hoped being the one to save you was enough for….something! Anything! I…I….am pathetic.”

“…..Yeah, you’re pathetic….”

Donnie breathes shakily.

“Let it all out, I guess-“

Leo once again clings to him.

“But so am I. I love you, Donnie, even if you’re the dumbest genius I know. I’m so pissed….and even if you had come back earlier I still would have been. But I will always let you come back.”

Donnie returns the clinging and presses his face into Leo’s shoulder, quietly sobbing.

They continue holding onto each other until they finally feel they can let go.

Donnie wipes his eyes.

“I used a mind meld and ninpo to bring you out of it. You couldn’t tell I was there until my ninpo activated. I had to make you activate yours too to break the headset.”

“So that’s how we can save Raph and Mikey.”

“Yes, but we have another problem.”

“What is it?”

“Judging by the light from the one window in this room, the small amount of time I spent in your artificial prison was actually a few hours.”

“We don’t have that much time to save them then. I’ll help Raph while you help Mikey. Afterwards, we find a way to escape.”

“I have to admit, hearing you lead again is somewhat strange.”

Leo chuckles softly.

“Maybe if you had left an address for me to send Christmas cards to, I could have let you know that I’ve got new guys I’m helping out. Nothing like we were doing, but….helping with a yokai theatre camp in my spare time is still something.”

“I’d….like to hear more when we have time. Truly.” Donnie smiles softly.

Leo smiles back.

“I’m going to hold you to that. Now let’s get to saving them so we can hold it over their heads forever.”

Donnie nods.

They sit down next to their brothers and begin their mind melds.

Hopefully, it wouldn’t be too late.

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #2018 tmnt #tmnt 2018 #rise fanfiction #rottmnt fanfiction #tw injury #tw family death #tw sibling death

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@crvptd she is cradling armfuls of mushrooms. so many mushrooms. ❝ i just think they're neat. ❞

what a haul! something he wasn't very fond of upon his first arrival at the mushroom kingdom, but he has learned to appreciate && accept them. kinda. sorta. (just don't put any on his pizza.) it's not like he had much of a choice in the matter. there were 'shrooms far as the eye could see. even walking, talking mushroom men.

it's no wonder how the kingdom got its name.

❝ Very-a nice! ❞ approving the collection with a thumb-up prompted. but, ooooo! he is wiping out something from his back pockets. what does he have? ❝ It is-a dangerous to go alone! ❞ disclosed is one toadstool with a green cap && white circled spores with small, beady eyes. can only be the infamous 1-up mushroom!

❝ Take-a this! ❞ call it a gift; from one enthusiast to the other. even though he still doesn't like eating 'em.

he simply just favors the power-ups.

#* ( 🍄 ) 𝗜𝗡 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗥. — ❝ let's a go! ❞ #* ( 🍄 ) 𝗔𝗡𝗦𝗪𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗗. — ❝ thank you so much for playing my game! ❞ #crvptd #cats having nine lives? #ain't jack squat to what mario's got

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dean and cas are too quick to fight to never have bumps in the road even after they get together. how do you think they reconnect after they've fought?

i think they get real petty and slutty about their fights. dean sulks like a teenager: laying in bed with his headphones on too loud just to be self destructive, eating pizza and leaving crumbs all over their mattress knowing exactly how much it’ll grate on cas’ nerves — anything to get cas to break and talk first. cas however starts walking around with his shirt sleeves rolled up, groaning a little too enthusiastically with each sip of coffee, bending over in his tight pants right in front of dean, knowing he’ll fall for it every time (and he does).

but it rarely takes more than even the most casual mark of intimacy for them to remember how long they had to go without, and realise they’re being stupid. sometimes it’s a note slipped into the other’s pocket, dean fixing up cas’ car, cas putting on dean’s favourite record. any small gesture to say “i’m pissed but i’m still crazy about you.” when it’s real bad, it’s nothing a little angry sex can’t fix. they’re still disasters at communicating at the best of times but something about the intimacy of afterward always gets them both to fess up and forgive. (might have solved a 12 years worth of shit tbh)

all that to say i do think that even before they make up, they still orbit each other like the universe would tear apart if they strayed too far. they can be on each other’s last nerve, neither having spoken a word in hours, but they’re still holding hands in the grocery store

#you always have the best questions <3 #thank you kath!! #💋 #Kath tag