#pony admins.. very cute

[eldritch-spouse]

PINNIE...pinprick...pinpoint

Shapeshifter anon here, as a pardon for bombarding you with asks I give you ‘Chronicles of a Shapeshifter’ - I hope it’s funny and you have a nice laugh ❤️

Day 1: Morell - I tried to do a live version of Ratatouille, but I don’t think he was very happy. I managed to dodge the cleaver he threw by jumping out the window and grabbing on to Pebble.

Day 2: Gallon - Brought a fish tank with me and placed it on some spare table top on the bar. I turned into a Spanish Dancer Nudibranch and kept Gallon company during his shift. 

Day 3: Nebul - I wandered through Nebul’s shop as a desert rain frog. Whenever a customer tried to grab an item I popped out from behind and squeaked at them. Purpur tried to grab me, but I just hopped around the shop, through Nebul’s legs, and then around a customer a couple times (the whole day).

Day 4: Vinnel - I participated in Vinnel’s show as a polar bear. Accidentally hit a guy with some entrails, but I think he liked it? The temporary power outage didn’t happen because SOMEONE hit a severed head into a power box ACCIDENTALLY.

Day 5: Grimbly - Was a hedgehog in the halls and tripped Grimbly ONCE (maybe more, not too much, definitely fewer that 30). I let him put a big hot pink bow on me as an apology.

Day 6: Santi - Became a bird of paradise and seduced all his potential customers. Was a hit with bird monsters. Swimming in b*tches, but I’m a player not a lover, so Santi eventually got them back.

Day 7: Frank-e - Was THE goat at Frank-e’s rave. Ate a few monster’s hair, my mouth is still tingling (it’s been 3 days). 

Day 8: Sybastian - what better way to play hide-and-seek with the minimics (mini-mimics) then to become a chameleon. Had to hide from Sybastian when he came charging to the mimic that squeaked when I caught it.  

Day 9: Belo - I turned into a great potoo and had a staring contest with him. Later became a shima enaga and sat on his head for the rest of the day. Took a mouthful of feathers (the ones closest to the root of his wing) as a keepsake/trophy. 

Day 10: Patches - During the day I walked up to Patches as (surprise) a horse. I think he actually believed I was one because he tried to lure me in with some apple slices, like I couldn’t see the reigns in his other hand. I took the apple slices and a piece of his face. He chased after me with a lasso but I ran away every time he got close. —Stitches - Stitches stole some other horse and I tagged along (as a horse) to help cause some mayhem. He attempted to do some show pony tricks on me...

Day 11: Krulu/Admin - Was a raven and played with admin when she had some time to relax. Would repeat her words and roll around. Let her carry me and dress me up, as much as I didn’t want to be put in a raven-sized Clergy uniform. 

(Bonus) Day ??: I don’t know how long I’ve been down in this basement, the days have all blended together. The only consistent thing is the bagel shower twice a day(?). I’ve talked with some of the other basement dwellers and a plan is forming. With the stale, concrete tough bagels we hid under the floor boards we plan to-/\|//||\\|//\\| the rest of the entry has been torn out...

You plan to lay real fucking low and not give the others any dumbass ideas.

You know we have free Healthcare here, don't you?

[Cute stuff though.✨You're using all my titles, thank fuck you don't know my full name. *phew*]

#Patches oc #Nebul oc #Krulu oc #Belo oc #Santi oc #Fank-e oc #Sybastian oc #Grimbly oc #Galllon oc #Morell oc

[ponyguru]

This is a random post, but it’s a #mailcall ! A few months ago, an admin in a vintage toy group I’m in asked if anyone had experience restoring ponies. Then a few months after that, she asked if I’d be open to giving a live demonstration for the group! So last month, I went on Facebook live and shared some basic pony cleaning tips, and in an hour managed to clean one pony and put in one curl. (Those are my example ponies there!) and to thank me (and the other presenters) the admin sent me my very first UK pony comic! It’s so cute, and so sweet of her!! 💖

#mylittlepony #mlp #my little pony #mylittleponyg1 #mylittleponycollector #ponygurubrag #mlpg1 #my little pony comics

[grismavessel]

Grimhilda, the ghost typer trainer from Kalos!

I've posted very little about her, unless you read some of my fics I don't bring her up that much.

More lore and drawings of her under the cut!

Her name is Grimhilda, originally from Alola and had been good childhood friends with Plumeria. Unfortunely Grimhilda had to move to Kalos because of her family and lost contact with Plumeria.

When things in Kalos didn't pan out (Grimhilda doesn't get along with her family because of her love of ghost types), she looks to moving back to Alola. She finds Plumeria and they reconnect, to her shock she found out her best friend was the former admin of the now disbanded team skull.

Plumeria insists that Grimhilda moves in with what's left of the old team skull crew until she gets back on her feet.

But Plumeria doesn't know how to drive, so she makes Guzma go pick her and her luggage up. Guzma doesn't know much about Grimhilda so he wasn't sure what to expect. He expected somebody just like Plumeria, strict, a little mean, but overall fun still.

The minute he meets her Guzma is very much surprised.

Grimhilda is a very shy/timid person. Whenever she meets someone new or is just nervous she talks and talks without realizing and hides behind her hair. Guzma sees her just going on and trying to make sure things don't get awkward by talking about not making things awkward and he feels his heart skip a beat because wow it's not what he was expecting at all. She is nothing like Plumeria.

He falls in love at first sight because:

She's gothic (ghost typer users am i right?)

She's really cute when she's mumbling

She is smol

They drive back to the new and fixed up Shady House. Grimhilda reunites with her bestie and she falls in love with Alola, the place already feeling more like home than Kalos ever did.

She's still really nervous and doesn't like to wander around the house without Plumeria, but eventually she runs into garden and sees Guzma with his bug pokemon. He panicks for a minute, unsure of what to say, but Grimhilda is in awe of Golisopod. The giant bug sweeps her up in a hug and Guzma panics even because he thinks it's gonna scare her off and he really doesn't want to make her feel threatened or scared or make Plumeria mad.

But Grimhilda laughs and opens up a little.

Later that day Guzma asks if she would want to go up against him in a pokemon battle. A switch flipped and Grimhilda becomes super excited and loud.

And so they have a battle, and that's when Guzma sees why her and Plumeria were best friends.

Grimhilda is very intense during her battles with her strange Doublade.

She wipes the floor with Guzma and immediately is in tears crying because she beat him and she feels bad. And Guzma laying on the ground, wind knocked out of him from the battle and thinking to himself 'Shit she's cute and scary'.

Guzma's never been in love before, and every moment he spends with Grimhilda he just fell deeper and deeper. And Grimhilda feels more and more comfortable being around him. She opens up to him about her family troubles and they share a moment. She tells him about her old dream of becoming a gym leader but she was always too scared to try. Now she just wanted to work and help as many ghost type pokemon as she could. Guzma gets to tell her about all the misadventures and trouble Team Skull used to get into and about the Aether foundation and what that did to him.

One day, the two decided to go on a small little trip to Poni Island to catch a Dhelmise, but they get distracted and end up playing in the waters and field grass.

And that was their unofficial official first date.

They started dating soon after. When Plumeria found out she nearly killed Guzma and threatened that if he so much as hurt a hair on her head or broke her heart she would feed him to her Salazzle.

And that's Grimhilda!

Gris get's the square eyes from her and the gothic/punk style. He's also cursed to be average height due to Grimhilda being on the shorter side and Guzma being tall as hell.

#I love her she is very precious to me #if yall read the fics you know the reason why I don't draw her and gris together #sad face #but look at them #a little bit of fluttershy vibes okay #just a little #pokemon #pokemon fanart #pokemon oc #pokemon moon #pokemon sun and moon #guzma #guzma fanart #digital art #grimhilda #guzhilda

[josiebelladonna]

“No one will ever love you the way that I have loved you.”

there’s a lot from fever that i still think about to this day, but that line in particular always makes me stop and think.

sam says it out loud to a sketch of alex resting on her car seat before she’s in the accident that puts her in the hospital for three months, and then she thinks it constantly until she finally gains the courage to do so.

i came up with this line after i made my very first drawing of alex in february 2021, when we were all still in quarantine, and i remember watching him on ig live right before valentine’s day. i don’t even know what came over me but he was taking questions and i kind of blurted it out: “boxers or briefs?” (i think i also asked him “coke or pepsi” but i can’t really remember). i also told him he’s cute when he rants (this was back when that big cold snap struck texas) and i remember him giggling at me when he picked up this acoustic guitar and it felt like i was down in front and his eyes were on me. i really do not have the best track record of flirting—if anything, i’ve always sucked at it—but i remember going to bed that night realizing, “holy shit, i just flirted with and teased a boy tonight, didn’t i?” i already found the vibe of the whole thing sensual as is (late at night, it’s snowing, i’m cozied up in bed in my underwear). it was from that point forward, my crush on him developed and yet, i lacked the courage to share those crushing feelings outside of fic: they were always rare with me and when i did feel them, i was always wary of talking about them because crushes, especially on a guy like him, are not taken seriously, especially when you’re young and you have youthful energy like i do—i’m as much an emotional person as i am a cerebral one, too, capable of going from very soft to full-on rage. but they are real, and they are torrid, and with him, they’ve only deepened and intensified. it’s really weird, too, because my crushes usually don’t last very long, like a year or so. but he still tickles me like that night when i asked him about underwear and soda. he gives me chills and butterflies. he makes me moist, especially when i know he’s watching me. i smile when i see his name.

one time on stories, i told him i am in love with his voice—i really am, too, it’s kinda sexy after a while, and i’m always going to think about how husky it gets whenever he talks to me on live. i’ve joked about poking or patting his belly and i can’t explain it but i just have this feeling that he loves it, like a lot (i once made a joke about blowing raspberries on his chubby belly on testament’s page and it made the page admins laugh). i’m not even touching on the comments i’ve left on his page and he’s come back to like them after the fact when no one’s looking. i feel it with him, even though he won’t say it out loud—i get it completely. the one time someone told me they had a crush on me it was well after the fact. i’m emotional and intense: people find me intimidating, and when he shared my drawing i made for him for valentine’s, he said he was humbled by it. there’s the pressure he feels, too: mr. guitarist with a stout following and when he and i started #feelingit, the whole dave ellefson thing blew up (i’m in my late twenties, mind, but the fact that happened at the same time as the white pony drawings needs to be highlighted). i also feel like i’m crossing some lines with him, too, lines i don’t really feel comfortable saying, even late at night.

“No one will ever love you the way that I have loved you” reminds me of the intensity that i feel. there’s something possessive about it, but it also isn’t when you think about it. alex has flings with other girls, namely zelda, but he always finds his way back to sam because the way she treats him is unique to her and he finds his way back to it out of comfort, and she sees it. she says it because she knows he’s always going to come back to her.

…her “porchlight is always on”, if you will…

iirc, i actually wrote it in response to the whole “not like other girls” horseshit, like it’s meant to give the finger to that—i didn’t mention this in my little nuclear bomb to the green druidess but that mindset is utterly rife in her writing, namely like loving the dead, like it’s actually surreal when you place it in junction with what she supposedly believes in. i can’t stand it because aside from it being genuinely misogynistic, it’s just canned and super on the nose, like… you know, we’re all different from each other: there’s no need to hammer it home.

when taken from an artistic standpoint, it loses its possessiveness and turns into a statement from an artist. there won’t be anyone who will draw you like i have. there won’t be anyone who will treat you so well through her art like i have. there will be good drawings, there will be great drawings… but they won’t be me. (so, there’s something meta about it, too.)

in sum, pay attention to what your body is telling you. pay attention to your heart and also your he(art). you may not realize it but your flesh carries a lot of wisdom. behold, the flesh and the power it holds.

#late night thinking #fever in fever out #quotes #personal #alex skolnick #text

[extrovertedlyintrovertwriter]

I see ur taking requests,, can I req WayV yangyang enemies to lovers :')) there's not enough yy content in this world

The Perfect Couple

"Y/n? Teacher has called you in the staff room." One of your classmates told you. Entering the staff room after giving it a slight knock, you were given your monthly exam results by your homeroom teacher Ms. Luo.

After pinning the results on the classroom board, every one circled around it like a bunch of ants does when they see food.

As usual, you came second and first position was taken by "The Liu YangYang", in MOST of the subjects tho. In language you had scored more than him. But still YangYang loved to rub it in your face that he scored more than you.

Well, you guys have been the top students of your school so far. From elementary school to the last year of your highschool. The top position is either yours or Yangyangs.

Its not only academics, but also in extra curricular activities you both are neck to neck. The best duo for debate competitions, the best pair for badminton matches, top scorers of the school and not to mention the visuals of the

senior class as well. What else the school could've asked for? Whether it be a debate competition or a badminton match you were both always paired together.

You are the most shipped couple in the entire school, ever since your middle school.

But the reality is that you guys have hated each other. You always have hated him because he is just too good and smart for your liking and same is his reason to hate you as well. You both have a lot of things in common but its just that you never accept it. Always dodging the questions and all of those shits.

"Hey nerdy nerd!" he said messing up your pony tail knowing very well how much it annoys you. "Can you shut the fuck up YangYang?". "Woah our nerd knows how to cuss" he remarked with a raised brow. You just rolled your eyes and continued stretching.

"Liu YangYang why the fuck you always have to be so good at every fucking thing?" you mumbled with a displeased expression while thinking of his scores. A few minutes later, a junior approached you both and saying how cute you both looked together while quarreling.

"Don't be fooled by his visuals he is an asshole" you retorted and the junior said, "That's why you guys make the best pair cause you know each other's true side." "NO WE DON'T" you both said together your moments synchronizing. "Can't you shut-" again you both said together. "You know what just screw it" again together while synchronizing. and the crowd cooed at you both.

You just glared at each other and continued practicing for your upcoming friendly match. You were so deep in your thoughts that you didn't notice that YangYang was coming to say something to you but unfortunately your racket hit his arms quite harshly.

English is not my first language so please excuse my mistakes and do let me know whether you liked it or not.

This will be in 2 parts so stay tuned for part 2. [IF you want one shots then pls do mention it, or else I'll do it the way I usually do them.] so, enough of my bragging shits, hope y'all enjoyed this one.

Do tell me what y'all think in the comments.

That's it for now. I'll see you in the next blog.

REQUESTS:OPEN

For now bye bye~~~~~~

Enjoy the visual~

Peace

Admin k

#yangyang #yangyang fluff #yangyang fanfic #yangyang imagines #yangyang scenarios #nct #wayv fluff #kun wayv #xiao dejun #dejun #liu yangyang #ten lee #ten chittapon #winwin #dong sicheng #lucas #wong yukhei #hendery

[daily-dose-of-imagines]

Hitmen AU! | Head Canons | 19+ [Haikyuu!!]

KΛЯΛƧЦПӨ [PART i] [PART ii] [PART iii]

Here is the last part for the Karasuno head canons~! I hope you guys enjoy these~! Expect some drabbles or one shots or even other specific head canons~! 

The next team I’ll be setting up for is Nekoma~!

Again, feel free to ask questions or request anything from this AU! (Specify so I know~!)

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T̷o̷b̷i̷o̷ ̷K̷a̷g̷e̷y̷a̷m̷a̷

One of the gifted snipers on the team

or well, that’s what Tsukishima likes to say 

is actually one of the all rounders in the group, but is usually hired for quick assassinations

usually paired off with Hinata which begins and ends with bickering, but holy shit do they get the job done

honestly has one of the more terrifying attitudes in the group when it comes to perfecting his skill

is usually sparring or at a shooting range to get the cleanest shot

whenever he can he’ll take classes on human anatomy and human behavior to better predict his targets and what they’ll do

accidentally shot his mentor’s ear (luckily it only really grazed the area so he has a scar now)

has a tsundere sort of attitude after warming up to his fellow teammates

is the one who’s out most of the time due to the high demand in quick assassinations.

“Target in sight. Decoy ready when you are.” 

The sharp tone in his voice left no room for mistakes as the lean male adjusted his position slightly.

Icy blue eyes focusing in on the figure behind the glass as he shifted the sniper in his hand to a better angle. Letting out a slow and even sigh, the young male positioned his fingers on the trigger. His eyes never leaving the scope as he watched the target interact with their Decoy. Observing the attitude and mannerisms of the target he adjusted himself once more.

It was better to be precise with this one, after all it was their initiation assignment and the male refused to be denied by another team. 

When he saw the signal from the orange haired Decoy, the figure didn’t hesitate to pull the trigger as he waited with baited breath until the target’s body fell into an ungraceful heap on the floor. A sinister grin on his features as he finally relaxed before relaying the information to base.

“Target neutralized.”

Out of all of the rookies, he is the second tallest 

built sturdy yet lean. Not too buff, not too undertone, but just right

Frequents the gym as much as he can and spars with Hinata every other two hours

has at least 3 tattoos on his body 

likes to keep his hair either side swept or slicked back during missions (no obstructions in his eyes when he shoots) but normally has it down when around the base

likes to wear anything protective yet skin tight to keep him from being hindered in any way at making a clean kill

is emotionally constipated

his s/o is confused the first time he confesses but comes to adore it

comes off as an ice prince but just doesn’t know how to give good affection

was scolded by Sugawara and Daichi for trying to ‘get rid’ of someone who was annoying s/o

is an awkward baby with affection but oml when he’s stressed and needs some relief just-- oof

S̴h̴o̴y̴o̴ ̴H̴i̴n̴a̴t̴a̴

Bright and energetic, one of the more unexpected members to join their group

tried to be a sniper and almost ended up killing Kageyama

it’s no surprise he’s banned from using guns after this

is a master in jumping the target or any sort of kidnap or capture assignments 

was hesitant on becoming a decoy, but once paired with Kageyama for their initiation mission he fell in l o v e with it

is kinda psychotic 

he loves the thrill of seeing a target so badly corrupted crumbling dead at his feet

is surprisingly a smooth talker

loves to spar and learn new skills so he takes up behind Noya to learn as many skills as he can and to be useful in any situation

Like Sugawara, he prefers using knives or daggers in close combat fights

“Is that so? Well hey! I know a better area where we can discuss that deal of yours.” Suave and friendly, the ginger began leading the target towards the area he and Kageyama had agreed on. 

The immaculate suit he wore hugged his body nicely as he ran a hand through his unruly hair as he played out the various possibilities that could occur in his head. Though of course snapped out of it as he placed his facade on as he walked with the target. Easily flowing with the conversation despite the heavy desire to gut the corrupted individual before him.

“I see, I see. That truly does sound incredible...” He began walking over to the window as he watched the target follow in the reflection before sighing. 

“Though I can’t really say I agree completely with your ideas. That is-- I can’t agree with them until you're nothing but a corpse at my feet.” He stated coolly, hazel eyes glowing with malice as an unsettling look graced his features.

Before the tainted figure could even retaliate, the sharp sound of wind cut through the air as a bullet sat neatly in the center of the man’s head.

“Pity we couldn’t talk more, but I really want to get a more interesting mission you see?” 

the second shortest among the male members 

is a thiccq boi with broad shoulders 

is very toned too and scarily strong 

tried to arm wrestle with Kageyama, and surprisingly ended it as a tie

undercut ginger boi 

has a couple of piercings on his ears and a nice handful of tattoos painting his body 

is an absolute sunshine with his s/o 

rarely ever gets mad at his s/o, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t get frustrated

likes to pick up his s/o to combine their heights to be tall

he learned that from Noya

his s/o always gets embarrassed when he demands to combine their heights to be tall

loves to listen to s/o’s heartbeat when they sleep

K̷e̷i̷ ̷T̷s̷u̷k̷i̷s̷h̷i̷m̷a̷

2/2 of the brain and tactics hub

a sarcastic and blunt boi who absolutely hates incompetent people

very smart and clever

hella observant as well and makes his moves accordingly

avoids Noya whenever he can, but usually ends up caught in some sort of experiment with his senior 

immensely loves to psychologically torture their targets that are brought to base 

is the “good” cop to Noya’s “bad” cop during interrogations

loves to pick apart at people’s brains and their mental stability 

Definitely mocks the other rookies whenever he can

“Haa? So this is my initiation?” A blank look crossed the blond’s features as he adjusted his glasses before a wicked smirk settled on his lips. The slow psychological torture he could do, and learn from had excitement flood his veins as he sat before the man.

A wave of his hand dismissed the two other daunting figures in the room as he took a once over of the person before him. 

“A week huh? I suppose that gives me enough time to peel back the layers of that pile of mush you call a brain.” He stated as he casually shrugged his shoulders before golden irises bore deeply into the figure before him.

“I suppose we should start now with keeping you awake for as long as your pea-sized brain can handle.”

Is the tallest out of the rookies 

loves to use it to his advantage to mock Hinata 25/8

Has a lean yet toned body, but has more of a physique similar to Sugawara’s 

long messy blond locks always be in the bed head state 

has one tattoo and a a couple of piercings 

is an absolute ass to his s/o, but makes up for it with cute small affectionate gestures

is emotional constipated baby number 2

is able to read their s/o well, but doesn’t dwell on it too much as he doesn’t want to be too invasive

can immediately tell when their s/o is off or something is bothering them

will immediately tell them that he has no problems quelling the problem that is bothering them with a eerily placed smile

T̴a̴d̴a̴s̴h̴i̴ ̴Y̴a̴m̴a̴g̴u̴c̴h̴i̴

A soft baby, another unexpected addition to the rookies

has a similar energy to Hinata, but just a lot more tamer in retrospect

is usually with Ennoshita gathering information as well as learning tips and tricks on the cyber aspect of their work

takes the time to learn coding as well as researching other defense mechanisms that can help keep wandering eyes off of their business

usually seen with Tsukishima in the base’s library 

on occasion will be dragged to do sparring with the other rookies 

is the defense and attack on their cyber end alongside Ennoshita

Stretching his back, the figure let out a pleased sigh as he felt his body relax from the tension built as he sat hunched over the multiple computers around him. His eyes briefly skimming over the orders requested and the many attempts at trying to pry into their servers. 

Grasping the cooled mug of coffee, he took a sip as he couldn’t help but let out an irritated sigh as another attempt to breach their firewalls had been commenced. Without a second wasted, he began typing and tapping away with one hand as he took another sip of his coffee before fully immersing himself in not only humiliating the hacker, but exposing them to the rest of the deep dark web with absolutely no hesitation.

His senior glancing over with a hum of approval before resuming his own work as the young male couldn’t help but smile and feel giddy at the delight of approval from his senior.

Is the third tallest member in the rookie squad

out of all the male rookies, he is the scrawniest

but still has enough mass and muscle definition to defend himself if he were to be attacked alone

again, is dragged to spar with the other rookies often 

long medium length hair that is usually pulled back into a half man bun / half pony tail

has one tattoo on his back

is an absolute sweetheart with his s/o

unfortunately doesn’t get the most time with his s/o due to the constant cyber attacks 

but when he is lucky enough for a vacation week he pours all his pent up stress and affections towards them 

loves to just stay in and cuddle with his s/o

H̷i̷t̷o̷k̷a̷ ̷Y̷a̷c̷h̷i̷

The decoy that never was

Initially, when she joined she had tried to be a decoy like Hinata and Kiyoko, but ended up not doing too well in that

though to everyone’s surprise her skill isn’t in decoy, but quick draw gun work

she works alongside Kageyama and trains in utilizing her skills and honing in on her shots 

is usually the back up in case a target manages to get out into the open

never uses more than 3 shots to take down a target 

is the most awkward and soft spoken in their group, but is just as happy and energetic as Hinata

“Yachi-san! The target is turning onto your street!”

The aggravated voice of her teammate rang in her ears as she winced slightly before pulling out a pistol with ease. Her honey brown eyes skimming the area for any abnormal figures as she let the bickering between her two other teammates drown out into nothingness.

A slow and steady breath escaped her as she slipped into the dim alleyway as she heard the scuffling and ragged breathing of a large figure stumbling down the empty streets. With practiced ease, she took aim. Her eyes turning stone cold as she shot once into the target’s leg.

A stumble and he was on a knee. The second shot struck his shoulder as he suddenly fell forward and the young gun slinger stepped out from the shadows as she walked towards the soon to be corpse as she tuned back into the conversation between her teammates.

“Target found. Target neutralized.”

Despite being the shortest member of the rookies she can pack quite the punch

is well toned and lean

Mid-length blond hair that’s usually put in a messy bun or a high pony tail

like the others, she has at least 2 tattoos scattered over her body 

tends to lean towards form fitting clothes like Kageyama for ease of access and speed to engage and neutralize a target

she is immensely doting on her s/o 

loves to smother her s/o in kisses and affection while doing the most normal things she can before going to work

likes to watch movies and thread her fingers through s/o’s hair whenever they have a stay in door date

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu au #hitmen au #karasuno #haikyuu!! #tobio kageyama x reader #shoyo hinata x reader #kei tsukishima x reader #tadashi yamaguchi x reader #hitoka yachi x reader #reader insert #alternate universe #kageyama tobio #hinata shoyo #tsukishima kei #yamaguchi tadashi #yachi hitoka #kageyama x reader #hi #tsukishima x reader #yamaguchi x reader #yachi x reader

[ohbae-me]

House of lamentation, Majolish, Akuzon and Story key ♡

House of lamentation: who is your favorite brother and why?

-- Mammon!! He is just so sweet towards MC, and he really does care for his brothers. He is so empathetic and considerate and I wish the game would let you defend and love him more. Honestly the Arabian nights event killed me when he says he doesn't care about ruling the world, he just wants MC. How could you not love him?!

Majolish: describe your style! If you were a cartoon character what would your default outfit be?

-- on a day to day basis if I can't be in PJs, I'm probably in dark skinny jeans, and a tank top with a cardigan or leather jacket with heels of some kind (I have a million pairs) or sundresses galore in the summer. For work I'm either in scrubs or business casual (depending on of I'm teching or admin) My hair is almost always up in a messy bun or pony! Mandatory for work, lazy at home lol

-- if I were a cartoon character, I'd look rather boring I'm sure. Probably just a cute little dress? The closest thing I have to me as a cartoon is this picrew

Akuzon: last online purchase?

-- Groceries and garden tools!

Story key: describe your obey me MC.

-- Ari is sweet and playful! She is protective and a bit motherly, but also very much enjoyes being in on pranking any of the brothers as long as it doesn't actually hurt anyone. She has zero fear of confrontation and is not shy. She's also human, I just thought the horns were cute :3

#shepanswers #i loved these questions!! #thank you ♥️♥️♥️ #obey me

[elizabethplaid]

Quick review of junk box contents

No photos, because bleh; just a list for now. Also not tagging, because I don’t have photos yet. I’ll try to snap a pic when I get back from my trip.

I’m mostly certain I’ve ID’ed as much as I can, without getting too detailed. Behind the cut, because there’s a lot.

PS - Can you guess which items would fall under the “weird dolls” category? I could only think of one.

Edited to add: Didi emailed me back and said Admin Duckie is sending the 2nd box separately. I feel a lot better now; nagging doubts suck. And now I have the extra box to look forward to, upon my return (like Monday or so).

Ever After High “Birthday Ball” Roseabella Beauty; missing a hand and has drawn-on eyebrows, but came with her dress

Ever After High signature Madeline Hatter head; teaspoon earrings included!

possibly Ever After High silver leg guards?

Monster High Ari Hauntington music belt (either basic or pop star version)

Generation Girl “Dance Party” Nichelle’s fuzzy dress, pleather pants, purse, cardboard “book”, and most of the beauty accessories

Generation Girl “Dance Party” Lara’s 2nd dress (short, beige)

Littlest Pet Shop headless “Zoe Trent” dog on pillow, McD’s toy

Disney “Snow White” Evil Queen head, plush key chain McD’s toy

Littlest Pet Shop yellow bunny head (only), McD’s toy

My Little Pony G4 brushable Rarity head and Fluttershy body, now put together

My Scene “Going Hollywood” rope barriers; they’re all silver, except for the Lindsey Lohan ones, so I don’t know which doll these came with.

a Barbie-sized tennis racket with tennis balls and a zippered cloth cover

Teeny Tiny Tumbles Surprise; same head/paint as this one, but with a pale pink body and blue ribbon

small yellow plastic trophy

vintage recipe card for “corned beef-potato salad”, from The Betty Crocker Recipe Card Library (General Mills, 1971)

Webkinz trading card, “furniture, theme - Pop Star”

“Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves” trading card, “Robin Defends His Love!” (1991)

Captain America sticker (comic book design, not movies)

black-and-white Tiger’s head sticker

Ghostbusters x Bape sticker (2009 or 2019?); A Bathing Ape’s blog post, Hypebeast says it was like $22ish

Honestly, a lot of this is very useful or references something I’ve already posted about in the past.

I only have 1 EAH body, and I like the hair on both heads. Now I get to experiment with Tiffy’s method of removing glue-head.

I love the Generation Girl line, and Lara’s extra dress was on my wishlist.

We already know I love Littlest Pet Shop parts. The bunny head is from the same line as some LPS sheep I got from Andrea years ago.

The Evil Queen head is 1-4 scale, so I can put it on the 1-4 scale Xinyi body I want.

I have mostly G1 and G3 MLP figures, so now I have a G4 mutant. (There’s also one G2 in my stash, but I haven’t researched her. I think it’s a key chain?)

The “Robin Hood” trading card will go well with my mint-in-package Will Scarlett action figure from Kenner

I honestly thought the rope barrier posts would be nice stands for doll heads, before I realized what they were.

I had wanted to get one of the kitten Tiny Tumble dolls, but this one is cute. I love the gimmick too much to try my hybrid theory (unintentional Linkin Park reference, sorry).

And now I’m curious about this Ghostbusters sticker.

I’m just not sure what the “weird” doll was, aside from Tiny Tumbles. Maybe the EAH Rosabella, because she smells like cake? Everything else made sense for a “doll parts” box.

But I had ordered 2 boxes - “weird dolls” and “doll parts”. I was under the assumption Didi would combine the contents into one box, because I only got one tracking number. I’m not worried about it, because I’m still super excited over all these tiny pieces.

#daily notes #doll nerd #junk box

[nsfwsportsanimebabes]

Finally Meeting You

description:  May I request a scenario where Kenma and his s/o only know each other from the Internet (they play video games together and grew close) and the scenario is when they meet for the first time after being internet friends for like a year or two?

requested: yes! This was a fun and sweet request! I enjoyed writing it so I hope you enjoy reading it! since there were no specifications, reader is female pronouns~Admin Crow

‘...Do you maybe want to meet up? In real life this time?’  

Kenma stared at the screen, really? You wanted to actually meet him? In real life Kenma? It’s been almost two years since you first met playing an online game. At first it started off as an irritating co-player who somehow always managed to be one step ahead of him. He thought it was some kid out to show off his skills and be cocky. 

But the first time he heard high pitch laughter and the ‘suck it nerds I beat you all fair and square!’ he knew it was something that would change his life forever. Not that anyone would be able to tell outwardly. It just meant that he started leaving after practice earlier than normal, all the time hoping when he turned on his game, that familiar username would have the little green online icon next to it. 

And thus began a weekly routine. Sometimes it was multiple times a week, others maybe once or twice. Depending on the schedule. You found out a lot about each other, each of you having more confidence hiding behind a screen and username. Eventually you at least shared first names and got to know things about each other you wouldn’t typically share with someone you have never met in person before. But it was different with you two. Everything just seemed to click. 

Which made Kenma only hesitate more. Not that he really cared that much, but he was curious what you would think of him if you saw him in real life. He was honest with you about anything you wanted to know about him, so It isn’t like he told you he was some 6 ft tall attractive guy. But who knew what kind of impression you made of him in your mind? What if he wasn’t what you were imagining? I guess the only way to find out was to agree to meet up and see what happened.

Sure. That sounds like a good idea. 

Kenma replied back, hoping he wasn’t making a mistake by agreeing to go beyond the tv screen and mixing his online gaming life with the reality of real life. 

You were nervous. It was obvious by the way you fiddled with the hem of your favorite f/c dress. It was simple enough, yet cute. So you wouldn’t come across as trying too hard. Besides, the converse shoes you were wearing that you had drawn on and colored different gaming characters from your favorite games definitely offset the ‘trying too hard’ look. You were comfortable, so why the hell were you so nervous?

Checking the time on your phone once again you saw it read 1:26pm. Four  minutes. You were supposed to meet him in four minutes. Was he already here? Was he running late? Forcing yourself to take a deep breath to calm your nerves, you slapped your cheeks. What are you so nervous about? This is Kenma! The same guy you’ve talked to almost every other day for the past year, almost two years! You already new him, you were really close! Maybe having a crush on the guy made it a little more nerve wracking; but still, this should be a piece of cake. 

Sitting on a bench not that far away from where you were currently standing, Kenma was in a similar state. Unsure if he should have agreed to this. He was surrounded by people he didn’t know. He had arrived an hour earlier, and was playing his game on his portable device to pass the time. To also distract him from the most nerve wracking meeting of his life. 

From the peripheral of his gaming device, Kenma saw a pair of colorful converse shoes standing in front of him. On the top of the left one he noticed a character from the game he played with you...it was a picture of his....avatar character? 

Looking up slowly, he took in the simple f/c dress attached to the funky looking shoes and looked up into the eyes of a girl; her h/c locks up in simple ponytail, a curious look in said e/c orbs. 

“F/N?”

“Kenma?” 

It was her!- uh you! Nodding shortly, he put down his game and stood up, not making eye contact. Hoping to hide the slight blush he could feel growing on his cheeks. You were so much prettier than he had imagined. 

“You are exactly how I imagined you would be! Pudding head and everything!” you said giggling. The fact that he was exactly as you pictured, suddenly had your nerves at ease. Except for the butterflies that still flew around in your stomach. 

“uh-yeah. That’s good. You’re pretty much as I imagined you as well...” he wouldn’t dare admit he thought you were cuter though. 

Smiling at how adorable the blushing boy was, you spoke first “There’s a cat cafe down the street from here...they have an arcade area too, want to go check it out?” you asked.

Interest suddenly increasing, Kenma looked up at you smiling slightly. “That sounds like a great idea to me.”

Walking side by side, you smiled to yourself. This was a great idea. “Hey Kenma. I bet I’ll beat you in the racing game!”

“No you won’t.”

“Will too!”

“...will not.” 

The cafe’s owner knew that she had two new special regulars walking into her shop the day a cute pony tailed girl in a dress and converse shoes, and a quiet pudding headed local volleyball player, came speed walking into her cafe bee-lining it to the racing game in the back of her shop. From that day on, and almost every day after that she watched those two grow closer and closer together. Very special indeed, that was confirmed on the day they came into the shop hand in hand, still set on beating each other, or tag teaming other players that entered her cafe. No one ever stood a chance against those two, and that seemed to be how they liked it.    

#Haikyuu Scenarios #requested by @lovecharmsxx #Kozume Kenma #Kenma x Reader #Reader insert #Nekoma #Haikyuu!! #Admin Crow #hope you enjoy~! #<33

[bakugous-abs]

Could I get a match up for my oc Lulu Jackson? Shes a purple eyed 16 year old in class 1A with long blonde and pink hair she keeps up in a braided Mohawk that comes back to a lose curly pony tail. She has freckles, two piercings in her long pointed ears, and two curling satyr-like horns. She’s also 4’11” and a bit on the heavy side, giving her a bit of a curvy figure since most of her weight is in her hips. Her quirk is the ability to shoot fireworks from her hands and the ability to fly. (1/2)

She and her five younger sisters were raised by her uncle who insists only men can be heroes, which is what drives her to become a hero so she can prove to him and her sisters that women can be heroes too. Lulu is stubborn, proud, outspoken, and also very kind and mother-like to those she cares about. When she’s not training she can be found cooking, singing, playing video games, or playing her violin. (2/2) Sorry this is so long lol.

It’s okay that this is long! Thank you for the request!

~Admin HeroWeekly

Her match: Kirishima Eijirou

He really finds her adorable, and thinks that her height is so cute! (Perfect hug height?) Kiri finds her attitude towards being a hero amazing, and would be her number one supporter. Kirishima doesn’t mind interacting with her siblings, and is more than willing to accompany her if there ever needs to be a babysitting job! Kiri loves listening to her sing or play, and is just so amazed by Lulu’s talent. He gushes about his “amazingly talented, sweet girlfriend” at any chance he can. He loves running his hand down her braid and it’s actually a comfort touch to him at this point. 

#matchup #bnha matchup #mha matchup #x reader matchup #bnha x reader matchup

[ohhkkaebsonggg]

Apartment 54 ♡ Episode One: Are You Trying to Give Me a Boner?

Pairing: Byun Baekhyun X Reader / Park Chanyeol X Reader / Kim Junmyeon X Reader / Zhang Yixing X Reader Rating: 21+ *18 at least* Genre/s: Fluff, Implied Smut,  Summary of Episode: After quitting your previous job you found a cheap apartment that was suitable for you. Your first meeting with your next door neighbours was quite the introduction, but you haven’t even cracked out the bottle of wine yet... Warnings (this episode): Swearing, Talk of Masturbation, Masturbation, Drinking, Impure Thoughts, Kinky Confessions Author: ♡ Admin C ♡

Apartment 54, known to be the ‘cursed apartment’ due to people only staying there for a few months then leaving. The longest anyone has stayed there was seven months, before the couple split and both left. You just retired from your previous job, at age 23. Yeah it seemed early but that job was lacking for you.

You weren’t even paid very well, now you just needed a place to stay for a bit while you sorted yourself out. You have ten thousand dollars saved and ready to support yourself for the time being. As you were carrying groceries to your car you noticed a sign up on a board.

It was an open apartment, one bedroom, one bathroom and a nice kitchen as you could see in the photos. There was a lot of living room space where you could do your yoga, it seemed like the perfect place to live. You grabbed out your phone, holding it up and taking a photo of the sign with the details on who to contact and how much rent was a month.

This was it, this was your chance to get out of the shit hole place you live with your friend and find a new place and start a better life. You glanced at the other signs, seeing if there were any job offerings near the place. There didn’t seem to be but baby steps for now.

“Shit.” Baekhyun threw his head back as he pumped himself, the pornographic moans coming from his computer bringing him closer to his orgasm. The slick sound of his precum mixed with the vaseline echoing but the guys wouldn’t hear him. A soft moan left his lips as his eyes squeezed shut. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, sucking deeply as he continued at the hard pace.

“Hey dude, I need to borrow your cap.” Chanyeol announced as he walked right into the room, Baekhyun didn’t have time to stuff himself back into his Calvin Klein boxers and just threw the silk sheet over his body before slamming his laptop shut.

“Fucking hell Chanyeol, do you not know how to knock or some shit?” He growled, stuffing himself away and pissed that he now had blue balls.

“It’s nothing I’ve never seen before man, thanks for the cap.” Chanyeol left and a smirk, knowing that Baek would be pissed for the rest of the day because of him most likely. Baekhyun was about to finish himself off when there was a knock on his door.

At least he knocked this time; he thought before mumbling ‘come in.’ Instead of expecting to see the giant enter his room he saw the dwarf and eldest instead.

“I just got back from grocery shopping, come help put shit away if you want food tonight.” Junmyeon said before walking off. He groaned before following out and starting to put things away. Baekhyun was the maturing one, meaning he tried his best to act like an adult but he was just too goofy at times and couldn’t care any less. He’s always been single and prefers one-night stands.

“Baek I’m keeping your cap until I find my one.” Chanyeol was the youngest and the immature one, he was always out partying or doing something reckless. He brought home girls but only the ones who aren’t clingy and want something out of sleeping together. He used to date a girl but that ended when he caught her cheating on him…in his own bed too.

“Is Yixing up yet?” Junmyeon was the eldest and the mature one, always taking care of the boys and making sure they had food. He worked over at the newspaper company not far from their apartment, he earned enough to pay for food and combining some of his money with the boys to pay for rent and bills. He too used to date a girl but it just didn’t really work out, he has gone on dates with girls since then to see if anyone caught his interest but none so far.

“I don’t know, but did you hear me Baek or are you too busy day dreaming about some porn star?” Chanyeol liked to tease Baekhyun a lot, especially about his ‘problem’ which he didn’t even see as a problem. But according to the guys, they reckon he has an addiction or a kink. Either way masturbating several times a day isn’t healthy.

“Shut the fuck up you dumbass! You’re lucky I don’t beat the shit out of you.” Baek barked back at the youngest before continuing the put things away.

“Does everyone have to be fucking loud at this time of the morning?” Yixing walked out, in only his boxers with bed hair and tired eyes. Yixing was very different from the others, he rarely dated, slept around or had anything with a girl. The guys joked that he was into guys but he never confirmed the joke or denied either. He just always shrugged his shoulders and let them think what they want.

He was a very closed off person, the guys spoke to him very few times only when he was in the mood too. He always spent a lot of time at the gym working out and staying in shape. He wasn’t immature or mature he was just…Yixing? He glared at the three boys making a large amount of sound in the kitchen.

“Well good morning to you too. We just finished unpacking all our groceries so you can do some chores when you’re decent.” Junmyeon said sternly.

“What the—” fuck was cut off by the large thud from outside their door, all heads turning towards it before hearing a faint groan followed by a loud sigh.

They all walked towards the door, well Yixing slipped on some sweats and a shirt first before opening up to see a man with a trolley and cardboard boxes being put into Apartment 54. The boys all looked at each other, who was moving in? They don’t remember seeing anyone walking around or touring the apartment.

“Excuse me, do you know who is moving in next door?” Junmyeon asked the guy who was wheeling things into the apartment.

“You boys sure are lucky.” Was all he said with a smirk, Junmyeon had a confused expression on his face. No idea what the guy meant by that at all, he went back inside with the others and closed the door.

“What was that all about?” Baekhyun asked as Junmyeon shrugged his shoulders.

“I don’t know.” Was his only reply, things went silent before they heard it. It had to be the new neighbour’s voice.

“Thank you so much for your help. I hope this can cover it.” They creaked the door open the slightest bit, peeking out to see who the voice belonged to.

“What do you see?” Chanyeol asked eagerly.

“Legs…long, soft, tan—”

“Are you trying to give me a boner?” Baekhyun asked frustrated still.

“Is it a girl? It sounds like a girl.” Junmyeon asked, waiting for Yixing to reply.

“Yeah so does Baekhyun but he’s not a girl.” Chanyeol said before receiving a punch in the dick from Baek.

“Bye~” It was a soft farewell to the man that helped you bring all your boxes up, your felt a little weird when he had looked you up and down but also your fault for wearing short shorts and a low-cut top. Hey, it was hot out. Your hair was thrown up into a pony tail, you popped the lollipop you had just started sucking on back in your mouth.

Enjoying the strawberry flavour that lingered in your mouth from it, Yixing closed the door and sighed.

“New neighbour, hot, short and cute. What do we do?” Yixing said as the boys all just looked at each other dumbfounded.

“Introduce ourselves?” Baekhyun shrugged his shoulders at his own suggestion, not sure if that’s what they were supposed to do. They never had a female neighbour that seemed to be single, hot, short and cute.

They opened their door to see that yours was closed, moving closer they all began to fix themselves up. Checking their breath, fixing their hair and clothes, licking their lips. Junmyeon knocked softly three times, waiting for you to answer. You were annoyed, that guy probably came back for a top or your number.

You walked to the door, opening to see four hot, young and attractive guys all staring at you.

“Oh, uh hi.” You said confused as to why they were at your day.

“Hi, I’m Junmyeon, this is Baekhyun, Chanyeol and Yixing. We live across from you. We heard you moving in and thought we might come over and say hi and welcome you.” You smiled and nodded, silently thanking yourself for your choice of clothing.

“I’m y/n, I just moved in. Come in, the place is a bit bad right now but you know. Being a girl and having all this heavy stuff—”

“We can move it all for you?” The one named Baekhyun suggested, you did need the help moving things around but felt like a bit of a snob.

“I mean, if you want to it would be nice. But you shouldn’t I’ll just call that guy again to come help out.” You said going to pull out your phone but the tall one named Chanyeol spoke up.

“No! Let us do it, we don’t have exactly a ‘welcome’ gift so this can just be it. Besides you’ve already done enough.” His eyes scanned you up and down like you were a snack, he looked ready to jump your bones.

“Moving! You’ve done enough moving boxes and unpacking yourself.” Junmyeon covered up for Chanyeol’s clear sexual comment with a normal one, not wanting to make you uncomfortable even though his own cock was twitching in his briefs as the sight of you and your lack of clothing. 

“Okay, well uhm we could start in the bedroom?” You suggested, the tips of everyone’s ears going slightly pink at how wrong it sounded. This is what happens when four boys are deprived of sex for weeks on end. You smiled and let them follow you to where the guy had just dumped your bed. 

It was in the bedroom yes, but it had been taken apart and you wanted it up against the wall. 

“Instructions?” Yixing asked, looking at the metal pieces of your bed frame. 

“I have no clue, they might be in the box.” You walked over to one of the stacked boxes in the corner and bent over to search through it. Immediately their eyes land on your defined, perfect--you turned around to the sound of Baekhyun coughing obviously must have sucked in too much air. 

“I’ll get you something to drink. Is soda okay?” You asked as they all nodded, you walked into the kitchen, searching through some of the boxes to fish out glasses. You at least had a working fridge that came with the place so when you arrived you made sure anything that needed to be cold was put in there. 

“What is wrong with you Baekhyun? You need to cool it!” Chanyeol hissed, keeping his voice as low as he could so you wouldn’t hear. 

“Me?! You were staring at her ass too fuckwit!” Baekhyun spat back, the two eldest rolling their eyes at their bickering before going back over to where you were previously and fishing out the instructions. 

“This should be easy.” Junmyeon sighed as they both began to sort out pieces and put the bed together. You grabbed glasses and brought them to the boys, approaching the two youngest first who seemed to have been arguing about something but you didn’t intrude. 

“I don’t know if you guys drink coke but it’s all I have for now.” You said with a smile as they thanked you and smiled back. 

Everything got put together like planned, you decided that to celebrate and your welcoming present is they stay for dinner. You ordered take out and sat around the small coffee table, trying to fit all on one couch was hard though that you just ended up sitting on Baekhyun’s lap. 

Until he knew that you would start to feel something that he would be way too embarrassed about and so now you were seated on Junmyeon’s lap. After eating you had grabbed a bottle of wine out and opened it, deciding to play a little drinking game to get to know everyone better. 

Five fingers were up and glasses were full and ready to go. Rules were simple, you simply say something that you have or haven’t done it doesn’t matter and if someone has done it they put a finger down. If they end up with all fingers down they have to drink their entire glass of wine. 

“Never have I ever...gone skinny dipping.” You said, watching as two fingers went down. Junmyeon and Chanyeol, the boys looking at them in shock. 

“Wait so when did you go skinny dipping?” Chanyeol asked trying to get the attention off him. 

“I do it pretty often actually, I used to do it in my pool a lot. I had a hot neighbour who took my virginity. Alright Yixing you’re next.” You said with a smile. 

“Never have I ever...put a bed together.” He said, obviously he was trying to keep things innocent which is what made you want to jump his bones even more. 

“Oh come on! Give us something that someone has actually done.” You said pouting at him. Oh how we wanted to take that bottom lip and bite down on it. 

“Never have I ever...had shower sex.” He said, well there goes your finger. The boys all looking at each other to see no one else put their finger down except for you. 

“You guys haven’t ever? What? But it’s the best, the hot water and steam gets you all lightheaded and wrapping your legs around someone.” The boys didn’t know what to say or think, you were this hot sexy girl who seemed to live for anything. 

“Never have I ever...jacked off to hentai.” Baekhyun said smirking at Chanyeol knowing his finger would go down. 

“You asshole! It was one time!” Chanyeol tried to defend but the boys just giggled. Your mind thought about it, how Chanyeol gets off to the high pitched moans the girls have, the rapeplay that happens. 

“Never have I ever...go five times or more a day.” Chanyeol said obviously trying to get back at Baekhyun. 

“Oh fuck you!” And a finger went down. It was now Junmyeon’s turn, he looked like he was thinking about what to ask.  

“Never have I ever...done BDSM.” His face tinted pink slightly and it did not go by without notice, you couldn’t help the slight smirk. You put down a finger, the boys looking at you in awe. 

“It’s fun, do you guys just have the girl lay in bed when you fuck her?” You asked, no one spoke though. Sex with girls was always quick and simple with the guys, they never really tried anything fun. 

“Have any of you done any other position besides missionary?” You asked, still no answer. 

“Let me tell you the pros and cons of different positions. Baekhyun, help me?” You asked the shy boy sweetly as he clearly gulped before nodding. 

“Get on your knees, just your knees though.” You said and he nodded, getting onto his knees and waiting, the boys watched with interest. You moved towards him on your hands and knees, lust clear in your eyes as your cleavage was on display for him while your ass hung out for the others to see. 

You turned around, pressing your ass right against his clear growing bulge, a light moan passed his lips that didn’t go unnoticed by you. 

“Now grab my pony tail and pull it back, not too hard but just enough for you to control my head movements.” Baekhyun followed, your head now pulled back by your pony tail as you rocked back and forth. 

“Doggy style, you can hit straight angles that you can’t in missionary. And if you’re really kinky you can spank the girl’s ass as you fuck her and pull on her hair. You also get more control of the movement of the hips.” You explained, the boys were all drooling, not really but their eyes said it all. 

Baekhyun was getting way too needy at this point, each time you rocked back against him his bulge was irritated by you. You moved back to your spot on the floor and you all continued the game. 

After the game everyone left leaving you to peace and quiet in your new apartment. While you were snuggled in bed, Junmyeon was trying to get some sleep cause he had work in the morning, Yixing was thinking about your smile and how sweet you are, Chanyeol was texting some girl in his class and Baekhyun was moving his hand up and down. 

He bit his lip as he tried to get himself to cum quickly, you were on his mind. All he could think about was the way you showed everyone that position and your body pressed against his own. How good it would be to feel the real thing. His toes curled as his orgasm approached, why wouldn’t he stop thinking about you? 

“Holy fuck!” He yelled, loud enough for the boys to hear as white long and thick ropes left his cock, he still twitched in his hand as he continued. He knew exactly who you were and where you came from now. 

“Baekhyun shut the fuck up and stop wanking!” Yixing yelled back before silence was all they heard. 

#exo #smut #angst #fluff #series #park #chanyeol #zhang #yixing #lay #suho #junmyeon #kim #byun #baekhyun #chapters

[wordsonpages1-blog]

Okay so first of all I have to say sorry for being so absent for the past few months. But I want to thank you all for your support and love and care and understanding during this period it has really helped me and I am so grateful for all of you! 

second: this fic is based on a prompt I recieved ages ago from @gellbellshead​-

“So saw your post that you have some time for writing and couldn't help myself from sending you this one. Person A and Person B are camp counselors and Person A gets all flustered because Person B is really good with kids and it’s adorable.” 

which kind of inspired 30 pages worth of content haha ps. sorry I took forever to get this done love!

third: THANKYOU TO @rileybabe​ for this STUNNING aesthetic I mean I can’t even with her talent! I would also like to dedicate this fic to her and @ms-maj​ for being so kind and lovely and always sending me such cute messages and supporting me even when I was MIA. 

Again thanks everyone for the love I hope you enjoy!

warning: light smut

as this is long af, here is the AO3 link-

http://archiveofourown.org/works/11821416

CAMP SWEETWATER-

“Welcome to Camp Sweetwater”

Betty let out a defeated sigh as she read the faded words scripted in yellow paint across a crooked wooden sign.  This was not how she wanted to spend her summer.

“Really Elizabeth stop acting like such a child, “ her mother scolded from the driver’s seat, shutting off the car’s engine and opening the door. Betty groaned, letting her head thump back against the seat.  

All she asked for was a carefree summer; one where she was free of her “perfect” girl next door persona and could just be a teenager. But of course that was not acceptable to Alice Cooper. Betty had been furious when her mother had excitedly relayed her acceptance as a camp counsellor, shaking the neatly opened letter in her face. It wasn’t that she didn’t like kids or the outdoors, no it was the principle of having her time stripped of her against her will. But her objections were no match for Alice’s lectures on the importance of broadening her skill set, and the need to fill her college applications with extra curricula’s- as if she didn’t have enough. So her bags had been packed, and here she was.

Deciding there was no point in further delaying the inevitable and beginning to become uncomfortable inside the stuffy vehicle, Betty opened her own door and stepped out into the summer heat.

She had to admit the location was beautiful, with lush greenery all around and the sounds of the river trickling through the air. Maybe it wouldn’t be that bad.

Rounding the vehicle, Alice placed Betty’s duffle bag on the dusty ground beside her and grabbed her reluctant daughter’s shoulders.

“It’s only seven weeks, who knows it might surprise you,” her mother placated softly, offering a warm smile.

Internally Betty scoffed, only seven weeks, but she knew her mother truly just wanted what was best for her even if she had an overbearing and odd way of actuating that. So instead she returned the words with a soft smile of her own and pulled her mother into a hug.

“I’ll call you when I can, have a safe drive home.”

And with that she was gone.

Taking a deep breath and pushing her hesitancies and irritations aside, the blonde tightened her pony tail before bending down to pick up her duffle bag, slinging it over her shoulder. Her sneakers hit the ground with purpose as she crossed through the open gateway, her green eyes scanning across rows of log cabins with brightly painted accents and dirt pathways, all the way to the tree line that led into the forest.

“Betty Cooper?”

Betty turned her head from the view, only to be completely taken aback by the new one. A boy about her age was approaching her with lazy steps that held a subtle air of arrogance. He was tall and lean; the plaid button up he was wearing, the sleeves rolled up on his forearms made sure she was very aware of that fact.  Rogue strands of his ebony hair fell over his impossibly blue eyes tantalisingly while the rest was tucked beneath a beanie that she was too stunned to question the use of in this weather. And god his jawline looked sharp enough to cut glass.

It wasn’t until his dark brows furrowed and his mouth twitched into an amused smile that Betty realised she had been straight out ogling him and if that wasn’t embarrassing enough, she had totally failed to respond to his question. Trying to ignore the flush that was quickly rising to her cheeks, Betty summoned the social skills she had acquired over years of Cooper indoctrination and flashed him her best girl next door smile.

“That’s me! Sorry I was a little distracted by the view,” the blonde recovered in an upbeat tone, internally commending herself on constructing an excuse that wasn’t entirely a lie.

The boy chuckled shaking her politely extended hand.

“Yeah it’s some view,” he replied, a cheeky smirk gracing his lips, making it obvious they both knew she wasn’t talking about the geographical scenery. Betty felt her cheeks flame even more and cast her eyes downward shyly.

“Jughead Jones, welcome to Camp Sweetwater.”

Betty was extremely grateful that he didn’t feel the need to loiter on her embarrassment and found the courage to meet his eyes again. God did he have nice eyes.

“Thanks, I’m assuming this isn’t your first time?”

“You’d be right. I’ve been friends with Fred’s son since birth really, so of course every summer I’d come with them here and then when we got old enough it was kind of a natural progression into camp counsellors,” Jughead informed her, rubbing the back of his neck.

“So you’re the welcoming committee?” She half joked, feeling her stomach flutter at the good natured smile he offered her.

“Something like that.”

She quirked a brow, the tone of his voice indicating he knew something she didn’t.

“Well I’m your welcoming committee,” his smirk reappeared and Betty bit her lip at the sight.

“Lucky me,” she returned softly, her eyes widening as the confession slipped out. Letting out a nervous chuckle she shuffled her converse through the dirt, attempting to play it off as friendly jest.

Jughead raised an eyebrow- his eyes seeming to twinkle with something unknown- but didn’t comment.

“Come on, I’ll show you ‘round.”

Maybe this summer wouldn’t be so bad after all.

Twenty four hours later Betty would uncover the meaning to Jughead’s cryptic message about being her welcoming committee.

Her first day at Camp Sweetwater was spent acquainting herself with the place. It was beautiful. The main part of camp was built on a large clearing just near the river. Cabins made of log, a large rec room/dining hall and a fire pit. While multiple trails led to the areas where various activities took place. Betty was impressed and made sure Mr Andrews was well aware of the fact. The campers weren’t arriving till the following week and Betty was glad for the time to settle in.

Jughead had introduced her to her bunk mate first. Veronica Lodge was a dark haired girl with impeccable makeup and a socialite attitude straight from New York City. Her mum and Fred were old friends. The two although having seemingly juxtaposing personalities had hit it off instantly and Betty was grateful for Veronica’s taking her under her wing. The other girl had quickly given her the rundown on the regular’s; Archie, Fred’s son, football player, heart of gold but not necessarily the sharpest tool in the shed. Kevin Keller, “resident gay”, always up for an adventure and kept the atmosphere light while not afraid to be straight up with people. Cheryl Blossom, bitch by nature, cheer captain, but good with kids and a nice person “deep, deep down.” She hadn’t said much about Jughead though, much to Betty’s disappointment and she knew better than to ask in fear of making her new found curiosity- easily mistaken as “crushing”- too obvious. All she got was that he was basically Fred’s surrogate son, a bit of a lone wolf and always had a sarcastic remark ready.

They had spent the day breezily, playing ice breaker games and just hanging out really, as well as doing some admin all together. It was during that portion of the afternoon that Betty had really made an impression on her peers. Her aptitude for making schedules came in handy for kitchen duty and cleaning rosters etc.

But god she was not prepared for today.

The plan for the rest of the week was for the counsellors to run through all the activities so that they were well equipped to run them when the kids came and then to brain storm some other activities for the evenings and free time.

“So you’ll just run through each activity with your co-counsellor which will help you guys to bond before your campers arrive,” Fred explained, while they were sat at the picnic like tables inside the dining hall eating breakfast.

“We have to be paired together B! We’ll be like Thelma and Louise and our group will be totally empowered,” Veronica whispered conspiringly in her ear, placing an excited hand on Betty’s arm while Fred looked for the list of “teams”.

Betty laughed at her new friend and nodded, “Oh yeah, we’d have them all attending feminist rallies by the end of the summer.”

“Well if you’re allowed to brain wash America’s youth and use them to your advantage, I’m going to make sure my group are all attending pride marches before the summers out!” Kevin added, with a wiggle of his eyebrows and a mock serious tone.

“Kev you try and do that every year anyway,” Jughead mentioned off-handedly while pretending to be engaged in Archie’s rambling about the necessity of compiling a list of classic camp fire “jams”.

Both girls laughed while Kevin feigned shock.

“Ah here it is!” Fred broke through their chatter once again, with a sheepish grin.

“Okay Archie and Ethel, Cheryl and Reggie, Jughead and Betty and Kevin and Veronica.”

Betty froze, spoon buried in her bowl of cereal Did he just say-

“Bummer girl! Oh well we can always kick ass together in the kitchen,” Veronica interrupted her sudden brain malfunction, before getting up from her place and taking her plate toward the kitchen with an excited Kevin on her heels.

Betty’s stupor was fading as she processed the idea of working with Jughead, closely, every day for the entire summer. She blinked at her all bran, before taking a deep breath and looking up. Jughead was watching her from across the table with the corner of his mouth upturned. Yeah bummer, Betty thought as she once again felt her pulse jump under his scrutiny. She offered him a pleased- but not too pleased- smile of her own and met his eyes fully now. It was then that she became reacquainted with that cheeky twinkle. Oh.

“Well that explains the personal welcoming committee,” she threw at him with a teasing tenor.

Jughead shrugged, his face twisting into a passive expression, though his eyes still sparkled under jest. Rising to his feet he moved to clear both of their dishes.

“Weird coincidence right?” and then he was walking away and all Betty could do was chug her juice to prevent the wide smile threatening to split her face in half.

Yeah this summer was going to be far from bad.

“So you knew we were going to be paired up together all along?” Betty prodded, while she and Jughead ventured down the path toward the boat shed; their first activity was canoeing.

“Yeah,” was all he offered, hands tucked into the pockets of his worn light wash jeans.

Betty nodded, trying not to pry too much while also finding herself parched for knowledge about this boy. His voice entranced her, his words intrigued her and his demeanour attracted her. She was unsettled by how much she was responding to his presence, by how much she wanted to know him. It was strange but also electrifying and she had to remind herself that she had all summer for that.

“And may I ask how you gathered that information?”

“World class investigative skills.” He retorted dryly, his playful expression daring her to oppose him as they rounded on the shed.

“Well in that case you should come and write for my school paper,” Betty responded with her own sarcastic quip, accepting the colourful oar he handed her from the row hung on the side of the shed.

“Yours as in your schools or yours as in you run it?” the dark haired boy asked nodding his head so that she followed him round the side.

Betty was a little taken aback by his sincere question, stalling for a second before her trainer clad feet followed him.

“Both. This is my second year as editor but we are severely lacking in writers who possess talent and the ability to chase a story,” she explained trying not to sound too nerdy as she watched him reach up to grab life jackets from the top shelf while she leaned against the door way.

His shirt rode up a little with the action and Betty bit her lip as a strip of olive skin and lean back muscle that was exposed to her. Jughead turned around clasping the objects and she quickly averted her eyes from his figure, trying to act nonchalant despite being almost caught checking him out for the second time in the very short span of time they had known each other.

“That’s cool. Well except for the shitty journalists part.” He threw a life jacket at her and Betty mumbled a thanks, pushing off the door way to put it on.

“You think so?”

“Yeah, I’m partial to the literary types and especially to mysteries so…” Jughead trailed off making a non-committal gesture with his hand and putting his own life jacket on.

Betty nodded, feeling satisfaction warm through her veins, knowing they had found some common ground.

“Anyway you’re dodging my question and as a ‘world class’ investigator myself I will not be deterred so easily!” the blonde proclaimed as they moved to where the canoes were lined up by the bank of the river. Jughead sighed, tugging on his beanie before pausing to examine her for a moment.

His scrutinising gaze wasn’t harsh in the way her mother’s often was- searching for flaws- but rather, it seemed as though he was searching for something positive within her. Something he could trust.

“Fred told me.” They pushed the canoe into the shallow depths of the water, both their shoes becoming soaked, before they jumped in themselves. Betty was praising her choice of jean shorts while Jughead seemed completely unfazed by the damp cuffs of his jeans.

Betty scoffed and shook her head at him, eyes squinting.

“That part I figured.”

Jughead smirked looking out at the water before turning back to her.

“I hate surprises okay? I know that sounds stupid but I like to know things before they happen, I don’t know it helps me prepare. Been that way since I was a kid and Fred knows me well enough to not spring things on me.”

Betty nodded, understanding better than maybe he realised. She knew that feeling well. In fact anyone with anxiety would probably understand that… she couldn’t help but realise the common symptom, even though he had played it off as coolly as he could.

“Plus Fred likes to have new counsellors with Archie or myself. We’re basically prodigals,” he continued after a moment, his tone less strained while he transgressed into a joke.

“That makes sense. And I’m sorry,” Betty spoke softly knowing firsthand how difficult it could be to discuss your anxieties with others.

Jughead furrowed his eyebrows, clearly confused by her apology.

“Well I can imagine for someone who doesn’t like surprises it must be hard to work with someone completely knew, who you know nothing about. It’s like one big surprise in a human package,” she elaborated, watching the sun gleam off the clear water while she spoke almost shyly, before turning back to him.

A strand of dark hair had fallen from his beanie again and was sitting dangerously over his eyes, the sun was highlighting his jaw line and making his skin look flawless; the envy of every teenage girl for sure.

“I don’t think I’m going to mind this surprise.”

Her eyes widened as he studied her cautiously. A soft smile spread across her lips as she held his gaze, the sounds of the breeze and birds the unaccompanied symphony to their rowing.

“Oh shit, Fred asked me to gather paper and pens, so that we could schedule some evening activities during dinner!” Veronica exclaimed as her and Betty made the short walk from their cabin to the dining hall.

“I’m going to go back and grab them from our cabin, meet you there?” the raven haired girl asked already backtracking toward their room.

Betty nodded her mind preoccupied with the view a few metres away.

“Sure V,” she called, not taking her eyes from Jughead who was sprawled across the grass near the dormant fire pit, notebook in hand, barely registering Archie sat in one of the chairs near him strumming away at his guitar.

Her legs began moving to cross the distance before her brain registered what she was doing, though it didn’t object.

“So when you said you were partial to literary types, what you were really saying is that you’re partial to yourself?”

Jughead looked up at the sound of the teasing voice that had quickly imprinted itself into his memory as her voice.

Betty stood in front of him clad in a pair of well-fitting athletic shorts that showed off her long legs and an old hoodie, hair still in that pony tail. He had to remind himself to breathe as she completely dwarfed the scenery around her.

Rolling his eyes Jughead snapped the leather skin journal shut and rose up on his forearms.

“I think literary type and narcissist are synonymous Betty,” he fired back smoothly, revelling in the way she shook her head at him with that soft smile playing at her pink lips.

“How silly of me Jughead,” she exclaimed gracefully perching next to him on the grass.

He shrugged at her, leaving a purposeful silence for her to fill if she wanted to.

“So what were you writing?”

“Nothing really,” he tried to modestly lay the subject to rest.

Archie scoffed but didn’t say anything and Betty looked at Jughead curiously.

“Okay not nothing. I’m in the process of writing a novel,” he explained sheepishly, not meeting her eyes.

Betty’s whole body seemed to light up with genuine enthusiasm as she gushed, “Jug that’s amazing! What’s it about?”

Jughead hesitated not really sure how to explain the inner workings of his dark mind and also not sure if he was ready to confide that in another person, especially one he just met. Though he had to admit there was something about this girl that made him feel as if he’d known her forever, or had always been waiting to meet her. He couldn’t explain it, couldn’t put his finger on it, but he just knew that there was so much more to her than the “all American” persona she was putting on, and god did he want to know what was behind it.

“Sorry, a good author doesn’t release spoilers.”

Betty felt a tiny tinge of disappointment spread through her, but respected his prerogative. Writing could be deeply personal. Writing articles for the school paper was one thing, but sharing something entirely concocted from your own thoughts, your own fantasises, your own imagination and having people see the way you view the world around you, allowing people a window into your experience, well that was something else entirely.

“Well, be sure to send me a signed copy when it’s number one on the New York Times best seller list,” she said fixing him with a look that was both serious and teasing at the same time. Jughead laughed- he found himself doing that a lot around her.

Ignoring the butterflies in her stomach at the sight of his grin, perfect teeth on full display, Betty rose from her knees, making her way toward the dining hall once again.

Jughead watched her retreating form, before shaking his head and falling back on the grass once more.

“Dude!” Archie exclaimed, eyeing his long-time friend excitedly.

“What bro?” Jughead grumbled, barely glancing up.

“You know what. You and Betty!”

Jughead shot up, looking at the red head like he had grown a second head.

“What about me and Betty?”

Archie noted the shift in Jughead’s tone and realised he was retreating back to himself. He had to tread carefully.

“I don’t know man, but when she came over you got this look.”

“What look?”

“Well let’s just say you don’t look at her like you want to kill her- which is how you look at everyone else just for the record,” Archie elaborated carefully, though the mischievous glint in his eye did not fade.

“Shut up dickhead,” Jughead flipped his best friend off, with a glare for good measure.

“Okay we really need to start talking strategies for capture the flag,” Betty announced as her and Jughead walked a track deep into the forest.

The dark haired boy looked at her incredulously, taking a long swig from his water bottle. The heat had really kicked up a notch over the week making their skin sweat and burn even though it was barely 10am.

“You do realise that’s like three weeks away right? And we haven’t even met our team yet,” he dead panned.

“Yes.” Betty shot him a pointed look, skipping a few steps ahead of him before turning so that she was walking backwards.

“But I figure with my strategizing skills and your experience we’re practically unbeatable. And if we start planning now we are definitely unbeatable!”

Jughead couldn’t help but chuckle at her animated hand gestures and the determined look in her eye.

“Why do I get the feeling you’re a competitive person?”

“Shut up!” the blonde laughed with him, shoving his shoulder before falling back into step beside him.

“Okay Cooper, what’s your plan?”

By the time they reached the rock climbing site they had devised a thorough plan complete with diversion tactics, the appropriate number of defensive and offensive players and flushed out the other team’s most likely strategies.  Each of them had been impressed by the other’s wit and determination, while still maintaining a light air transfused with humour.

“Here we are,” Jughead noted as the track faded out.

A natural rock face stood tall while the area directly below had been cleared in a radius of a few metres before the trees started to encroach again.

“The starting point of the river is on the other side,” he mentioned trivially as he worked open the combination lock on the bin the harnesses were stored in.

“I can hear it,” Betty said, contented by the sounds of nature.

She watched Jughead pull out two harnesses, and he ran her through how to put them on and how to check the caribena was locked into place.

“Okay newbies choice- do you want to belay or climb first?”

Betty rolled her eyes at this use of the term “newbie”.

“I’ll climb.”

Jughead nodded, handing her a helmet. Betty took it from him yanking her hair out of its high pony tail to accommodate it. Jughead felt his breath hitch at the sight of her blonde locks falling in soft waves over her shoulders. She was truly ethereal.

Ethereal? Shit when did he become such a sap?

Snapping out of his daze Jughead moved to double check her harness again. Betty inhaled sharply at his proximity. The scent of his cologne mixed with something she couldn’t put her finger on was intoxicating. The way his body radiated heat toward her was enticing despite the harsh rays of the sun and she couldn’t help but follow the drop of sweat the slid past the collar of his t-shirt.

“Alright you’re good to go,” he said stepping back. His voice had taken on a breathier tone that sent shivers down her spine.

Betty gulped, “Thanks.”

She moved so that she was standing at the bottom of the now intimidating looking rock face and fidgeted with nervous anticipation. Betty had always been a fan of physical activity; she loved the release of energy, the surge of adrenalin and the escape it gave her. Though she had to admit, this wasn’t the same as running or cheer or rafting or hiking…

“Betts,” Jughead’s voice- back to its normal tone now- broke through her reverie.

“Hmm?”

“I’ve got your back.”

The words were simple, but the sentiment warmed her being in the way the summer never could. They had only known each other for a week but there was something about Jughead that made Betty trust him implicitly and right now she couldn’t think of anyone else she would rather have as her support system through this venture.

“I know.”

Taking a deep breath Betty began to climb up the rock face, taking her time and placing her feet in the most appropriate ledges. Jughead would call out useful instructions every now and then about where to place a hand or foot and some words of encouragement. But other than that he left her to focus and for that Betty was grateful.

She felt the familiar sensation of freedom rush through her veins once she started moving and all her nerves dissipated. The feeling of the heat bearing down on her and the physical exertion erupted a light sheen of sweat or her skin, but she barely noticed as she reached the top of the face and took a moment to appreciate the view ahead.

“Nice work Cooper! Okay when you’re ready just slowly propel yourself down!” Jughead called from below her.

Betty turned her upper body to look down at him and flash him a thumbs up, an action that turned out to be a big mistake.

Because it was in that moment that Betty realised just how high she had climbed. The blonde jolted and turned swiftly back around in the harness her hands pressing flat against the rock face as her breathing began to shallow. She suddenly felt out of control. Her thoughts were spiralling, she felt like she’d never feel the ground, like she was seconds away from falling. Everything was spinning. her hands gripped the wall tighter, suddenly only seeing the image of herself falling and her body manufacturing the pain that would cause while the jagged edge cut into the scarred flesh on her palms.

“Betty?” Jughead called out, his brows were furrowed with concern and his voice was strong.

He could see her chest rise and fall rapidly, the harsh sounds of panic filtering down to him. Her forehead pressed against the warm surface of the rock as her eyes were squeezed shut.

Shit, he thought.

He knew a panic attack when he saw one and his chest became uncomfortably tight with what he wasn’t sure was the memory of his own episodes or the beginning of one.

“Betty what’s going on?” he pried gently, testing her responsiveness.

“Jug I can’t… it’s so… I can’t… so high-“ she mumbled through shallow gasps.

“Okay Betty you need to breathe okay. In and out slowly, like this,” he said assertively demonstrating the breathing technique he knew all too well.

Betty took a moment but began to do as he instructed, her body recognising the familiar rhythm she had practiced many times before. As she worked through the breathing techniques Jughead continued.

“Good! Now I need you to focus on my voice okay? Just concentrate on the sound of my voice.”

Betty nodded curtly, eyes still shut and breathing in deeply.

“Betty you are attached to a harness. That harness is attached to a rope that I’m controlling. You are not going to fall because I’ve got you.”

Betty opened her eyes, repeating what he was saying in her head. You’re not going to fall Betty, he’s got you. Some part of her brain recognised what he was doing. It was cognitive process she had worked through with her own psychologist, focussed on recognising the negative thought and countering it.

“Betty I promise I’m not going to let you fall.”

His voice was so earnest and full of conviction she couldn’t help but believe it. Her chest still felt tight but she no longer felt like she couldn’t get oxygen into her lungs or like she was about to implode.

“You’re not going to let me fall,” she relayed down to him, her own voice sounding more sure now.

Jughead nodded enthusiastically. Some foreign feeling overwhelming him at the proof of her trust.

“Right. Okay I need you to put your hands on the rope and gently push off the rock with your feet. Can you do that for me?”

Taking another deep breath, Betty followed his instructions, her limbs shaking but managing.

Jughead instructed her the whole way down, constantly telling her what a great job she was doing. Eventually both her feet hit solid ground and she let out a relieved exhale. Jughead moved quickly so that he was behind her and placed steadying hands on her waist, but was still careful not to move too far into her personal space.

“You okay?” He asked softly.

Betty felt her cheeks heat up with the embarrassment and found herself hoping the ground would just swallow her up. Biting the bullet she turned around to face him. Jughead’s brows were furrowed as his gentle eyes studied her face.

“Yeah,” she breathed, averting his gaze and looking down at her feet, kicking the toe of her sneaker into the dirt.

He didn’t say anything but Betty could feel his eyes trained on her face looking for any sign of further alarm or distress.

“Honestly, I’m fine. Just embarrassed really,” she mumbled steeling her nerve and looking back into his face.

Jughead scoffed, his hands moving to unclip her helmet.

“I don’t know why. That was one of the bravest things I’ve seen.”

Betty looked at him like he was alien, eyes wide and disbelieving.

“Seriously Betty you had a panic attack 30 feet above the ground and managed to get yourself down. That’s brave.”

Searching his eyes she found nothing but the truth and her cheeks flushed for a completely different reason. His sincerity was endearing and staggering and made her more acutely aware of how wonderful this enigmatic boy was turning out to be.

“Thankyou,” she whispered as he removed her helmet and smoothed her hair down. The silky strands and her breathy voice were distracting him but not in an unpleasant way. He was suddenly aware of how close they were standing and was unable to work out which one of them had moved to eradicate the gap. He sure as hell wouldn’t be the first to move back though. He was entranced by the way her shirt clung to her damp skin, the curls that fell over her shoulders, the way her bottom lip was trapped beneath her teeth.

Betty hesitated, wanting to say more but unsure. But around him it was like she was helpless to restraint. His smell, his intense gaze, the strength in his arms, everything about him was pulling her in and pushing her inhibitions aside.

“I don’t think I could have done that if it hadn’t of been you that was with me.”

Jughead’s eyes flickered with something she could not discern but she noted the subtle way his breathing faltered and his hands flexed against the clasp of her harness that he was now working on removing.

“Yes you could have.”

Again she was struck by his conviction, set spinning by the heat his words filled her with.

“No you grounded me and not to overstep but you clearly knew what to do,” she spoke softly afraid of startling him or breaking the unexpected intimacy this moment had brought them into.

Jughead sighed, seeming to debate something within himself.

“Let’s just say I’m well acquainted with panic attacks,” he admitted, knowing that she was intuitive enough to decipher his meaning.

“Me too.”

The silence stretched between them again, only disrupted by the sounds of buckles and clicks. The harness drooped around Betty after he had undone the last clasp and she held his shoulders while she stepped out of it and then reluctantly stepped back, realising she had no reason to be in his personal space except for her selfish desires now.

Jughead cleared his throat, trying to clear some of the tension in the air with that action, while he moved to place the harness back in the bin.

“So fear of heights?” he asked conversationally as he began putting his own on.

“More like fear of falling I think,” Betty replied distractedly, feeling an unprecedented happiness at the fact that he still trusted her to belay for him minutes after she had just had a complete melt down. “One I literally just became aware of,” she added with a slight chuckle.

“Well Betts, I think you just kicked your fear of falling in the ass.”

She tried not to smile too wide at the newly founded nickname.

“So how are you and Jughead getting along?” Veronica asked her later that night as they lay sprawled across the floor of their cabin, the fans buzzing lowly in the background.

Betty looked up from the magazine she was flipping through and found Veronica looking at her with an expression that screamed ‘please give me gossip now’.

Reaching her hand into the mixed assortment of snacks between them Betty replied in her best casual tone, “Great.”

Veronica raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow at her.

“Sorry B I’m going to need more than that.”

Betty rolled her eyes, turning back to an article about the best foods to promote clear skin- as if she didn’t already know that with Alice Cooper as a mother.

“I don’t know what you want me to say V. He’s smart and funny, and really nice and I think we’re gonna have fun working together,” the blonde said somewhere on the verge of exasperated.

A cat like smile stretched across Veronica’s face.

“Yeah you are.”

“Oh my god-“

“Relax Betty, I’m just teasing,” the raven haired socialite placated, flipping a page in her own magazine.

“He is cute though,” she added nonchalantly.

Betty responded before her brain could catch up to her mouth and send a big red warning signal.

“He’s hot.”

Both girl’s heads shot up, eyes going wide as Betty’s sentiment hung in the air.

“Oh my god!” They exclaimed in unison, one voice filled with horror the other with glee. And then they both collapsed into fits of laughter.

“So are you ready to meet our troops?” Jughead asked sliding into the seat next to Betty at breakfast.

It was Monday morning, “bright and early” as Fred put it and they were awaiting the arrival of their campers.

“You make it sound like war Jug,” Betty admonished, taking a bite of her toast.

“Summer camp is war, or have you forgotten about our tactile discussion on Friday?” he quipped back sardonically.

Betty laughed and nudged him in the side.

“Guys, dad wants us all outside,” Archie came up behind the pair placing a hand on each of their shoulders.

“Okay I’ll just quickly do the dishes,” Betty rose to her feet instantaneously and began gathering the dirty plates and cutlery.

Jughead felt a subtle wave of affection wash over him at her innate need to be useful and inability to do things that meant more work for other people or that went against etiquette. It was endearing really.

“Leave em’ we can do them with the lunch ones,” he cut in, placing a hand on her wrist. The slight touch sent sparks through them and Betty fumbled with the butter knife in her hand, barely avoiding dropping it.

“Reggie outside bro!” the red head hollered over them toward the jock who was taking aim at the bin with used napkins. The sudden noise broke Betty from her Jughead induced trance and she hastily moved her limbs away from his and set the items in her hands down.

“Shall we?” Jughead asked tentatively, recovering more rapidly than she had. The blonde nodded, pulling her pony tail tight before moving to follow the others outside.

Once they were all clustered in front of the dining hall Betty couldn’t help but appreciate the show of comradery in their matching “Camp Sweetwater t-shirts”. Fred had gotten each of them a few in a distinctive colour to distinguish their groups, ensuring they only had to wear them until the campers got to know who they were. Betty and Jughead had royal blue shirts with yellow writing. Betty praised the camp god’s for the way that had worked out, as not only was blue a colour she had no issue wearing, it also was one that looked fine as hell on her partner.

“Okay guys, campers will be arriving any minute now. We want to be as welcoming as possible, lots of energy and remember the whole point of the summer is to have fun and make memories.”

The energy around the camp had lifted tenfold within the hour, the arrival of fifty kids between the ages of ten and fourteen adding a whole new vibe to the atmosphere. Betty had quickly found herself embracing the “perfect” persona she so often wore, smiling brightly and introducing herself to an abundance of campers, helping those who were new find their way around. She had already begun mentally cataloguing names by the time Fred had gathered everyone to go through the basic rules of camp and the way things were going to run.

“And now the part where you meet the children who will become obsessed with you within the week,” Kevin whispered dramatically in Betty’s ear as Fred spoke. Glancing to her left Betty shared an amused grin with him, trying desperately to stifle her laugh.

A few moments later they had segregated and Fred was sorting out who belonged to which team.

“You ready?” Jughead questioned from beside her while they waited for the campers to filter over.

“To do what I signed up for? Sure…” she replied, slightly confused as to why he was asking her such a question.

Jughead smirked at her, mischief written across his face.

“I meant for having to share my attention now,” he teased, shooting her a wink.

Betty’s mouth fell open at the comment, fighting a swoon in her shock. But just as she conjured a retort a wave of kids flooded their radius.

“Jughead!” One of the younger boys shouted excitedly, rushing toward the front of the group and smiling so wide Betty thought his face might literally split in half.

“Hey buddy. Wow you’ve grown since I last saw you! How’d 6th grade treat you?” Jughead’s expression morphed into one that was soft and accentuated the youth in him. Suddenly he wasn’t just her really hot co-counsellor, but a guy who looked like a role model to these kids; like someone who genuinely cared about the kids in front of him.

The sight made Betty’s heart stutter in an unfamiliar rhythm, catching her off guard. The swoon she had managed to fight off before was back in full force now.

“Overall it was bearable,” the young boy sighed. “I worked on what you told me about ignoring people who piss me off and I’m getting pretty good at it!”

Betty’s eyes widened at the use of the cuss, while Jughead just looked purely amused, and maybe even a little proud.

“Good to hear Noah,” Jughead ruffled the boy’s mess of sandy hair and merely laughed at the affronted expression he received.

“Okay monsters time to shut up now!” Betty heard a demanding voice call from the next group over. Cheryl was rounding her and Reggie’s group up, making it clear she was not one to tolerate disobedience. Betty could see why Fred had paired her and Reggie up; the most likely to be too strict with the most likely to be too relaxed, hopefully they would balance each other.

Though, that knowledge didn’t stop her from shooting Jughead a mild look of panic at the firey girl’s demeanour. Jughead merely shrugged.

“Alright kidlets, listen up!” He called out, raising his voice just enough so their chatter stopped, but not enough to be intimidating.

“I’m Jughead- I know it’s a strange name and no you don’t get to know what my real name is- and this is Betty and we’re going to be your group leaders this summer. So if you need anything at all, we’re the people you should come and hunt down. If it’s during meal times though you should probably find Betty because food will probably win out over you guys sorry.”

The group laughed and Betty couldn’t help but feel a little entranced by his easy going personality and natural repour with kids. She had already worked out he wasn’t one to draw much attention within their group of counsellors, but he clearly was a natural at engaging people and a part of her thought it was kind of a shame he didn’t allow his charm to show through with everyone else all the time.

“Okay so now that the most important thing has been covered, we’re going to do the totally cliché thing where we all go around and introduce ourselves,” he continued with a lazy smile gesturing for them to form a circle, and sit down.

“Wanna start us off?” Jughead motioned toward her. Betty nodded.

“Hi guys, I’m Betty, and as Jughead said I’ll be one of your team leaders this summer. This is my first time at Camp Sweetwater actually, so any of you that have been here before will probably be able to help me out too. I’m sixteen, and I’m a cheerleader and I’m really looking forward to spending the next six weeks with you.” Her gaze may or may not have flitted to Jughead as she said the last part.

They moved around the group and Betty paid close attention to their names, already having memorised half of them. She learnt that the boy Jughead had spoken to earlier was here for a second summer. She also learnt that Jughead was seventeen, a piece of information she had filed away in the box in her brain labelled, “uncovering the enigma”.

“Awesome it’s really nice to meet you all. So the next thing we need to do is pick a group name. And this one’s completely up to you guys-“

“As long as it’s appropriate,” Betty cut in, sending an apologetic look Jughead’s way for the abrupt interruption. Jughead laughed, nodding to affirm her point.

“And I just beg you please not to pick anything that will make me cringe every time I have to say it,” he added and looking around Betty once again noticed how engaged all the campers were when he spoke, his mix of humour and authority clearly working for them.

In any other situation, with another person Betty may have felt that little spark of jealously birthed from the need to be the best enshrined into her from a young age. She was always taught to be the standout, the person who everyone relied on and wanted, but in this moment she found herself more than content to let Jughead shine in his element. It was new to her, and maybe a trait of the real her, the one she was unable to become fully acquainted with yet. She didn’t dwell too much on it but thought maybe it had a lot to do with him.  

Their group tossed ideas around for a while, the older kids scrunching up their noses at some of the suggestions from the younger crowd; team unicorns had not been a hit. After a few more minutes of debate a girl with long hair tied back in an elaborate braid- Emily, 13 from Greendale- spoke up.

“What about the Blue and Gold? You know because of your shirts. And Betty’s all blonde and bright which fits the gold and Jughead’s kind of darker like the blue?”

Betty laughed at her description of Jughead, quickly forgetting her embarrassment at being called “blonde and bright” while her partner furrowed his brows for a moment as if deciphering whether he should be offended by it or not. The others all nodded their heads and a chorus of “Oh’s” and “I like that one’s” rang across the small circle.

“Well I guess that’s settled then?” Betty asked looking around the group for confirmation. Upon finding no objection she turned to Jughead with a smile.

“Okay then. So Blue and Gold who’s ready for lunch?”

Betty led the way inside, she was on Kitchen duty with Veronica and Ethel today and headed in that direction once she was sure all the campers were happy mingling. As she walked past the tables she caught sight of Jughead with Noah again. The younger boy was clearly a little obsessed with Jughead as Kevin had jokingly described earlier. Though it wasn’t really the sight of them that caused the bright smile to break across her face, but rather the snippet of conversation she caught on her way past.

“Is Betty cool?” Noah asked Jughead, as though he was wary of trusting and was seeking confirmation in the older boy.

“Yeah she is,” she heard Jughead reply. That was enough for the corners of her mouth to twitch, but it was the next part that made her beam, as she just caught it before the distance became too great for the sound to travel to her.

“She’s really pretty.”

“Yeah she is.”

It was the second official week of camp and the weather was beginning to border on unbearable. Due to the dry heat, Fred had called off all of the planned activities for the afternoon, not willing to risk dehydration and heat stroke with the more physical activities.

Veronica, Kevin, Betty and Jughead had offered to take a group of kids swimming in the river, while Archie and Reggie were running a table tennis competition in the rec room/ dining hall and Ethel and Cheryl were preparing dinner.

“Stop looking at me like that!”

“Like what?” Jughead asked, his face twisting into an expression of both amusement and curiosity.

Betty huffed, self-consciously tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.  The two of them were sitting on the little jetty Fred had built extending onto the water, while Kevin and Veronica sunbathed on the grass. Betty was reading while Jughead wrote in his journal. Although, she was pretty sure he was casting more glances at her then he was writing words on the page.

“I don’t know, like… like I’m special or something,” she muttered shyly, not meeting his eyes under the guise of watching the kids and then flicking them back to page before her. She didn’t absorb any of the plot.

A silence stretched between them for a long moment. The only sounds to be heard were the echoes of splashing water, kids laughing and the rustling of trees in the wind.

Finally after what felt like an eternity, Jughead’s quiet yet earnest voice broke through the tense barrier of unspeaking.

“You are special.”

Betty looked at him then to find his gaze was already trained on her. His dark hair was falling in his eyes, which were such an intense shade of blue she felt a shiver run down her spine and her heart skip a beat. He wasn’t wearing his usual beanie today and the sight of his locks, freed was already making her knees weak. She felt as though her body was on fire as her mind went blank.

Special.

It was a word she hadn’t really associated with herself before. Perfect, yes. But never special. Because most of the time she felt like a carbon copy of her sister and pretty much every other all American girl that existed across the country. The blonde cheerleader type wasn’t exactly a rarity.

But here was this boy, telling her she was; special that is. This boy that seemed to know a lot about being different, about things that were unique. And she believed it.

A wave of affection ran through her blood at the sentiment and all she could do was blush under his stare, and bite her lip as her sanity slowly returned.

“Thank you,” she eventually mumbled a sweet smile on her lips- it was different to the award winning one she gave everyone else Jughead noted. This smile was small, a subtle quirk of her lips, a light in her eyes. It was real, and it was for him in this moment, right now.

The weight was not lost on Jughead and he offered his own grin in return, not the smirk he used on most but an actual smile. And Betty felt her heart flutter at the beauty of it- of him.

It felt like time no longer existed. It was just them in this moment, just them and the stars in their eyes, no kids, no co-workers, no nervousness, and no expectations. It was just them revelling in the new feeling of seeing someone, and them seeing you.

It was kind of startling in its magnitude. They had only known each other three weeks, but somehow it felt much longer than that. As a team they were in perfect sync, easily bouncing off each other in their banter and joking tendencies which enthralled their campers, easily matching one another in determination, which had worked to their advantage in the morning’s game of capture the flag, which their tactics had convincingly won them. And as people they were beginning to discover the ways in which they complemented and contrasted. They had similar taste in books, similar interests in writing, and although at this point it was unspoken, each got the feeling that the person they presented to the world and the person they really were, were not necessarily one in the same; though around the other, each felt their true self shining through more with each passing day.

“Betty!” a shrill voice broke through their little bubble, as each of them blinked hazily, the moment fading rapidly.

Turning her head the blonde recognised one of the girls in their group swimming over to the jetty looking disgruntled. Sarah was a charismatic eleven year old, who had quickly taken a shining to her camp counsellor who embodied her dreams of becoming a straight A student and cheerleader with an aptitude for outdoor activities. Kevin wasn’t wrong about the whole obsession thing.

“What’s up?” the older girl asked with concern, placing her book to the side.

“Can you please come and swim with us? We’re playing tag and the boys are cheating!”

Betty laughed, internally rolling her eyes at the dramatic flair the kid had, but agreed none the less.

“Sure.” Seeming appeased by her confirmation, Sarah gave a curt nod and headed back toward her peers.

Jughead held his hand out for her book and Betty smiled gratefully at him, placing her well-worn copy of Romeo and Juliet in his possession.

Standing up Betty pulled her t-shirt over her head before bending at the waist to rid herself of her shorts. Jughead swallowed hard at the sight. She was clad in a navy one piece bathing suit that was definitely not designed to be overtly provocative. But damn if she didn’t make it look like it was. Her long tan legs appeared to go on for miles and her small waist was accentuated by the fitting material. She was an expanse of smooth skin and soft curves that made his fingers itch to reach out.

His mind was quickly heading down a track that was not suitable for their current situation and he had to bite his lip from restraining a groan.

Using physical effort to pull his eyes away, he eventually made it back to her face. Betty was looking at him with a pretty blush colouring her cheeks and her own bottom lip trapped by her teeth. God even looking at her face wasn’t helping his hormones. He knew she was gorgeous already, but now he couldn’t help but think about how far her blush spread, and what that luscious looking lip would feel like beneath his teeth as he nipped at it….

Shit.

“Juggie?” Her soft voice broke through his lust induced haze… barely.

“Sorry, I was distracted by the view,” his voice was teasing, though an octave lower than usual and it sent a thrill down her spine as he threw her own words from their first encounter back at her.

“Yeah it’s some view,” she sent back at him with a coy smile before diving into the water.

Shaking his head Jughead hastily placed their belongings inside the backpack he had brought along and pulled off his own shirt diving in after her; he was suddenly in need of the relief of cool water.

Betty squealed slightly as he surfaced next to her. Jughead only laughed as she splashed him back, raising a hand to push his dark hair from his face in a way Betty had discovered was extremely enticing to her. And if that wasn’t enough to send heat pooling in her stomach, her eyes betrayed her and travelled down to take in his toned chest, his skin olive and glistening as water droplets invited her eyes to trail down to his lean but defined abs and the sharp v lines of his hips-

“Betty!” Sarah’s voice cut through her trance.

Shit he was going to be the death of her.

“I swear if one more of those little brats try’s to sneak out of their cabins there will be blood,” Cheryl exclaimed with irritation as she joined Veronica and Betty on their trek to the fire pit. Ethel who was trailing the red head looked horrified by her remark.

“Cheryl!” she protested, wide eyes looking to the other girls to gauge their own reactions.

Betty laughed, while Veronica shrugged and raised a perfectly sculpted brow.

“Remind me to hire a nanny when we have kids dear!” the socialite teased, while Cheryl rolled her eyes before storming ahead in a huff.

“I’m a masochist I swear, Ethel can you take these?” Veronica quickly handed off the bags of marshmallows she had been carrying before following after her girlfriend.

Betty was intrigued by Veronica and Cheryl’s relationship. According to her roommate they weren’t together because “long distance never works”. Veronica was in New York and Cheryl lived in Riverdale [the town Camp Sweetwater was just outside of]. But they hooked up every summer and whenever their paths crossed at events each of their wealthy families were invited to. It was complicated but it worked for them.

“They’re an interesting pair huh?” Ethel stated conversationally, motioning in the direction the others hand just gone.

Betty laughed, adjusting the bags of gram crackers and chocolate she was carrying.

“Yeah, I didn’t realise one relationship was capable of handling two personalities that big.”

Ethel chuckled. They had almost reached the fire pit where the other counsellors were waiting. It was rounding on 11pm so the campers were restricted to their cabins, bar use of the bathroom due to curfew. Deciding they deserved some fun the older kids had organised an impromptu bon fire for themselves tonight.

“So what’s being partnered with Jughead like?”

Betty was taken aback by the question, not expecting it and not sure why she was being asked. She stopped walking, and Ethel turned to face her waiting patiently for an answer. A million words raced through Betty’s mind but none of them seemed adequate, while all of them somehow seemed to be too invasive and personal to use.

“Ah it’s great. He’s a really good guy.”

She scrutinised Ethel’s reaction, the way she nodded slightly, the faraway look in her eyes, the way her head was titled toward said boy who stood by the fire, rolling his eyes at something Archie had said while Reggie cracked up.

“He seems like it.”

“Yeah,” Betty let the syllable hang between them for a second before steeling her pride and continuing.

“Is there a reason you’re asking Ethel,” she kept her tone light and trusting though the darkness in her was beginning to rear its head and begged to snap at the other girl.

“Oh, well it’s kind of embarrassing but I was wondering if maybe you could talk me up to him a little? You know leave a good impression?” the shorter girl blushed profusely as she spoke, unable to meet Betty’s gaze as she fidgeted on the spot.

Betty wanted to yell that no she couldn’t do that because if Jughead was interested in anyone it was her, but she didn’t really have indefensible evidence of that. And besides she didn’t own him, he was entitled to like Ethel if he wanted. They weren’t even a thing. Why did this bother her so much? Because you like him Betty that’s why.

“Um I don’t know Ethel-“

“Please Betty I’m not asking you to set up a date or anything. Just mention me or something.”

Betty sighed. She couldn’t really deny her that innocent gesture. So ignoring the bubbling feeling of nausea in her stomach, she nodded.

When they finally reached the camp site, it seemed that Veronica had made quick amends with Cheryl as the two were now cosied up on a lawn chair near the fire.

Upon noticing their arrival, Jughead excused himself from his conversation with Reggie and walked the short distance to them. Betty felt a smile naturally make its way onto her face at the sight.

“Oh my god Betts have I mentioned that you are my favourite human on earth!” he groaned at the sight of the food in her arms, taking some from her to ease the load.

Her whole being became warm with the compliment as they set the supplies down atop the drink cooler.

“Flattery will get you everywhere,” she returned with an equally theatrical voice. A soft defeated sigh to her left though reminded her of the conversation had not even minutes prior and the guilt she felt won out over her pettiness.

“I can’t take all the credit though, it was Ethel’s idea,” she added smoothly, putting her hand on Ethel’s back and nudging her forward.

Jughead looked at Betty quizzically for a brief second before turning to Ethel.

“Oh okay. Thanks Ethel, great idea.”

Betty couldn’t help the satisfaction that ran through her at the stark difference in the way he had responded to each of them.

A an hour later she was sitting on the ground with her back against a tree talking with Kevin about his boyfriend, while Archie and Veronica were singing together in the background, adding to the warm atmosphere.

“Okay I’m gonna go raid the pantry for more snacks, you want anything?”

“No thanks Kev,” as he walked away she let out a contented sigh, happy to absorb this moment, knowing these were the kind of memories that became stories.

“Hey,” Jughead’s voice reverberated through the air as he slid into the vacated spot next to her against the trees trunk.

“Hi.”

They were close enough that their thighs pressed against one another, and though he was wearing jeans, she could feel his warmth radiating through the fabric on the bare skin of her own leg left uncovered by her shorts. She shivered as it made her aware of how chilled she was in the evening breeze.

“Cold?”

“No I’m fine,” she insisted shaking her head.

Jughead looked at her with raised brows clearly not believing her and sat up slightly so that he was no longer pressed against the tree trunk, and then proceeded to shrug off the flannel he was wearing over his t-shirt.

Betty’s eyes widened as she realised his intention, her heart pounding obnoxiously against her chest. He held it out to her with a smirk and she sheepishly took the material from him. It was a faded blue and green one with grey and black accents. She shrugged it on half haphazardly protesting that he would get cold.

“Don’t worry I’m hot blooded,” he joked, as she snuggled into the fabric. It smelt like him; slightly spicy mixed with cigarettes and something fresh she couldn’t place.

“Capote would be so disappointed,” her sarcasm earned her a little nudge of his shoulder into hers.

“Well it looks better on you anyway,” Jughead said quietly, eyes locking on hers while his hands reached up to adjust his beanie. The blue was so intense she felt like she might down it in.

Betty gave him that soft smile again and he knew the forward statement was not misguided. It was odd how they could be flirting half naked at the river and he felt more sure of himself then than he did right now. Something about the soft glow of the fire and the melodic strumming of Archie’s guitar paired with the evening sky was inescapably intimate and he revelled in the fact that she wasn’t shying away.

Taking a deep breath she decided it was her turn to be brave.

“Juggie I’m still a little cold…” she whispered innocently, looking up at him through her lashes, green eyes piercing him in the best way. And it was ultimately the cheeky glint he found in those green eyes that made him completely confident in lifting an arm for her.

Biting her lip Betty shifted so that she was snuggled into his side. They stayed like that for the rest of the night, Betty on her part ignoring Ethel’s disappointed and jealous glances their way.

This was definitely the kind of night that made for a memory that made a story. Their story.

Betty couldn’t sleep. She had been lying awake for hours, tossing and turning and desperately willing herself to fall into slumber. Though it was to no avail. Her mind was plagued with images of a dark haired boy with lean muscles and a gorgeous smirk. She couldn’t shake the ghost of the feeling of his arms around her the night before at the bonfire, or the lingering feelings of his appreciative eyes roaming her body that day at the river. It was like every part of him had lit up every part of her and now that fire wouldn’t go to sleep.

She had barely seen him today. Maybe that was why he was so heavily on her mind tonight.

It was Saturday- well technically Sunday now- and Fred respected the sanctity of weekends in his schedules. They didn’t really do group activities and it was mostly free time. Though they still supervised certain areas, or organised some random things to do like water balloon wars and helped with the necessary chores, weekends were like their time off.

She had spent her morning writing in her journal and her afternoon on a hike with Archie and Veronica and she hadn’t really any idea where Jughead had been. She had seen him at breakfast but he hadn’t been at lunch and had sat with Noah at dinner. She figured that might have had something to do with it. But she didn’t really want to pry.

What she did know was that she missed him. And she kind of hated herself for that; how much of an impact his presence or absence was already having on her when they were still an unestablished entity. But more than that, she hated the aching feeling it left her with. She was starving for his jokes, his voice, his smiles, his laugh and the innocent touches they shared. She found herself wanting the less than innocent ones too but that was a fantasy at this point, one she was trying to avoid indulging in while her roommate slept only a few metres away.

A rapping at the window broke her from her reveries. Betty’s ears pricked up listening out for the sound to make sure her imagination was not manipulating the wind or making things up all together. But just as she was about to write it off as her brain playing tricks on her, the noise came again, more insistent this time.

Betty sat up, swinging her feet to the floor before creeping over to the window. She jumped when she saw a face looking back at her, hand shooting over her mouth to muffle her noise of surprise. Quickly glancing at Veronica to make sure she was still dead to the world, Betty slid the window open her eyes wide and incredulous.

Jughead was leaning against the pane, looking devilishly handsome with a smirk on his lips.

“Hey there Juliet,” he greeted, a twinkle in his eyes, though Betty didn’t miss the subtle ways he looked worn and defeated. His eyes though striking were framed by dark circles, his shoulders slightly tense and his jaw tight.

She shook her head in amazement at his brash gesture.

“What are you doing?”

“We’re going on an adventure,” he stated plainly as if it were obvious.

“Are you crazy?” she whispered harshly, though she couldn’t deny the giddy feeling overtaking her at the thought of sneaking into the night with him.

“We all are,” Jughead drawled tapping his fingers against the window sill.

“So are you coming or not?”

Betty sighed, looking over at Veronica again one more time before nodding.

“One second.” She moved quickly, grabbing a hoodie and chucking flip flops on, before moving back to the window.

It was a little bit of a squeeze but she thanked the cheerleading god’s for making her lithe and flexible enough to make it work. Jughead placed steadying hands on her waist to help her through the other side. He didn’t remove them immediately when she was on the ground, but rather looked down at her fondly.

“Hi,” he whispered, this time it seemed more intimate with them face to face like this, his hands burning her through the material of her hoodie and pyjama top.

“Didn’t we already do this?” She whispered back, hands resting on his shoulders as she quirked a brow.

“Smart ass,” he murmured, taking a slight step back but grabbed her hand before she had time to be disappointed.

He led her down toward the river without protest and she soon found herself sat with him on the jetty once again. He dropped her hand when they reached their destination and Betty immediately missed the way his thumb was rubbing small circles on the back of it.  

“This is my favourite part.”

Betty’s brows creased in confusion at his erroneous statement. His tone was meaningful and she didn’t want to miss what exactly he was being so sentimental about. For she was beginning to crave these moments with him, when it was just them in their own world, uncovering new layers of one another.

She studied him for a moment. He was lying on his back, hands behind his head looking up at the sky, his eyes clear and deep, his lips slightly parted. He looked somewhere between wonderment and defeated and she found herself needing to know how he got there.

Following his lead she lay back too.

A gasp left her lips as she took in the sight above her. the stars stretched across an endless plane of ebony sky, dots of ivory lighting it up and inviting fantasies and dreams, belittling everything else in the universe and dimming it in comparison to the endless infinites that were written in the night.

“Wow,” she breathed transfixed.

“There’s nothing else like it. Not just aesthetically I mean, there’s nothing else that makes you feel so enraptured, nothing that can steal your breath like that and make you realise that you are ultimately a finite being in an infinite world.” Jughead spoke in a way that made her feel like his words were being inscribed in her skin.

They were beautiful and profound and filled with a sense of longing and loathing that made them all the more enamouring.

Betty tore her eyes away for a moment to take him in, he seemed more stripped back than she had ever seen him before and she didn’t want to miss it.

“That was beautiful Jug.”

He didn’t say anything for a while.

“I think this might be my favourite place,” she said after a few minutes of silence.  She didn’t know if she meant the camp or this moment because couldn’t recall a time in her life that rivalled this moment of him and her and the endless sky, and the symphony of cicadas and the wind rustling the trees.

“Yeah?” She felt his eyes glance at her, and could imagine the way his eyebrows lifted with the question.

“I’ve never felt more myself than I do here.”

“That’s both terribly beautiful and terribly sad all at once Betty Cooper.”

He was right she supposed, and the thought made her smile ruefully.

“My mum has the image of who she thinks I should be. Perfect. It feels like everything I do is to please her. I don’t even really know who I am anymore. Ever since my sister Polly became a teen mum, it’s like she’s had this psychotic desire to dispel any possible fault anyone could see in me, like she has to compensate for that through me. It’s suffocating.”

She didn’t know where the sudden need to tell him that had come from, but she didn’t regret it, especially when he didn’t show her pity but rather left the air silent so that she could fill it with more words if she so wished.

“But here, there’s no expectation of who I should be or how I should act. I can just be. I kind of feel like this is the first time I’ve ever really had the chance to get to know the real me.”

“For what it’s worth, if what I’ve been seeing is the real you then I think she’s pretty amazing,” Jughead’s words were so sincere she would almost be scared if anyone else spoke them.

“And I’m not the only one. You have quite a stalker squad developing,” he continued, lightening the mood and little, causing her to let out a snort.

“What about you? Noah really looks up to you.”

Jughead seemed to tense again at that.

“He’s a good kid, been dealt a pretty shitty hand in life though and I know what that’s like.”

His voice had hardened with his expression, pain seeping through each word. She reached out until her fingers grazed his. Jughead linked them together.

“You were with him today.” It wasn’t a question but he nodded anyway.

“Yeah. His dad has never really been in the picture and his mum is a recovering drug addict. He just found out she had relapse today, she’s okay but he’s not. He’s mad and angry and scared and it’s not fair that he has to deal with all of that.” His own voice was ruff and sad, tinged with frustration.

Betty rolled onto her side, placing their clasped hands on his chest. And offering him the same curtesy he had given her. She left the air void of sound, letting him make the decision to fill it if he wanted.

“It just, it fucking sucks Betty to have a parent to consumed by their need to escape the shitty situation they put you all in to realise that you’re right there and you’re drowning. Kids shouldn’t have to take care of their parent, that’s not how it’s supposed to work. They’re not supposed to abandon you.” He finished much softer and defeated than he had started.

“You’re right that fucking sucks.” She said eventually. He didn’t need “I’m sorry’s”. They were full of pity. What he needed was acceptance. Jughead felt his lips twitch upward at her use of a cuss word. Hearing her swear was rare, but god he wanted to hear more dirty words fall from her lips.

“But for what it’s worth, you made yourself more than that, you didn’t let that define you and that’s pretty amazing.”

The look she was giving him, all doe eyes and sincerity made his chest ache. Her blonde curls were sprawled around them and her skin was illuminate in the moonlight. She was beautiful both inside and out and he couldn’t fight his magnetism toward her any longer.

His gaze was as tender and it was intense and Betty felt her pulse race and her breath hitch as it flickered to her lips. She couldn’t remember how to inhale as he neared and her own head began inclining toward his. All she think about was the desire to kiss him, the need to show him how wonderful he truly was.

He paused a millimetre away from her mouth, his whispering against her lips as he steadied. The anticipation was killing her, her heart was pounding so loudly she wouldn’t have sworn he could hear it. And then just when she was sure she was going to go insane from the hold up, he brought his mouth to hers in an earth shattering kiss.

The first contact of their lips was a ghosting sensation. She stuttered out a breath as he pulled slightly away his hand brushing her cheek, and then she was plunging into him again. Their lips met in a passionate embrace, sliding over one another in slow and sensual movements, words unable to be orated slipping between their mouths.

Betty sighed against his lips as his hands cupped her face more firmly to angle her head, as his tongue traced her bottom lips. She gladly gave him access and Jughead groaned at the minty taste of her warm mouth. They battled languidly for a while, hands roaming bodies over clothes and breaths being stolen with each caress of their lips and tongues. It was unlike any sensation either had experienced.

Breaking away she rested her forehead against his breathing heavily. A demure smile erupted on her face as both their eyes stayed closed and they basked in the bliss they had created.

They didn’t sneak back into their rooms till sunrise.

Betty was in a mood that rivalled sunshine itself. It had been two weeks since her and Jughead shared their moment in the middle of the night on the jetty and things were unfolding amazingly. They had kept it professional while running their group activities, however, they were unable to keep their flirting entirely at bay- a fact one their older campers had not so subtly pointed out making her blush profusely while Jughead just sported a shit eating grin. They spent their nights and free time together talking about anything and everything, uncovering each other’s secrets, scars and demons, while also learning what made the other laugh, and what their dreams were. The physical side of things had also been progressing quite nicely, and not just in the little touches around others like the way he would place a hand on her thigh during meals, or pull her onto his lap when they hung out after camper’s curfew. But in the heated moments alone, where his tongue would caress hers and his hands would roam the expanses of her skin.

The thought alone had her flushing and her thighs clenching.

Shaking her head Betty tried to focus on setting the table for lunch.

“Hey you,” a masculine voice whispered in her ear, arms wrapping around her from behind. A shiver ran down her spine at the feeling of his breath on her skin.

She span around in his arms, placing her own loosely around his neck.

“I’m sorry do I know you?” she teased, tilting her head in mock confusion.

“Ha ha,” was all Jughead gave in response, his mouth too busy delivering a kiss to hers to form a quip.

“Excuse me no PDA where I eat please!” Archie exclaimed, walking over to them.

Betty giggled as they broke apart, burrowing into Jughead’s side despite the warm weather making close body contact less than optimal.

“What’s up Arch?” Jughead asked, the good mood she always put him in, transcending into his words as he addressed his friend.

Archie smirked at Jughead, highlighting the juxtaposition between the Jughead he was around Betty and his normal brooding self. Thankfully the redhead had the decency not to say anything outright though.

“Dad just wanted me to make sure you’re all good for setting up the movie night stuff after lunch?”

Jughead nodded, already well aware of what needed to be done to set up the makeshift outdoor cinema for the evening.

And it was that outdoor cinema that became the perfect guise for them to sneak off to a secluded area and end up in the compromising positon they were in now.

Once the movie had started the pair had snuck off to what they now deemed as “their spot” on the jetty overlooking the water. The cinema had been set up on the other side of camp so they weren’t worried about prying eyes. Neither had any false pretences about their intentions either and they had quickly become a tangle of limbs.

Jughead’s tongue was exploring Betty’s mouth as she straddled his lap. Her hands were in his hair tugging on the dark strands while his were placed firmly on her ass. He tasted like the cola he had been drinking earlier, tinged with the cigarette had not long ago and she was fast becoming addicted to it. Nipping her bottom lip with his teeth, Jughead pulled his mouth away from hers.

Betty whined at the loss but that soon turned to a breathy whimper as his lips traced the column of her neck. Her hips ground down against his growing harness as he bit and sucked at her skin.

“Juggie,” she moaned as he bit down on her pulse point and then soothed the abused skin with his tongue. He groaned against her neck in approval.

“Fuck Betty. Do you know what hearing you say my name like that does to me?” He breathed into her skin.

“I think I have a pretty good idea,” was her equally breathy reply as she rocked against his arousal. Jughead dropped his head to her shoulder and bucked up against her making her gasp and arch her back.

“Off,” she ordered pulling at the hem of his black t-shirt, needing to feel his skin beneath her hands.

Jughead smirked, leaning back slightly to pull the fabric over his head.

Betty’s eyes darkened at the sight, her gaze hungry as it traced the dips and ridges of his muscles. Unable to resist any longer her lips slanted over his in a hot opened kiss as her hands felt the lines her eyes had been admiring, revelling in the way they quaked under her finger tips.

Jughead drank in the passion she offered him, his mouth consuming hers as he dominated the kiss. His hands moved from their place on her ass to her back before sliding around to her rib cage under her shirt. Betty broke away from his lips to trail kisses along his sharp jaw line, the feeling making him groan and cup her breasts in his hands. She rocked her hips against his in response, shuttering when he flicked her nipples.

“Juggie I-“ her ability to form coherent sentences was stolen by the hand tracing her inner thigh under her skirt. He could feel the heat radiating from her centre through the thin fabric of her panties and it only excited him more, but Jughead had learned quickly that teasing her was extremely enjoyable.

“Tell me what you want Betts,” he murmured into her shoulder, tracing the lace trimming of her underwear with his fingers. Betty whimpered, her face flushing in the most beautiful way that he now knew spread all the way down to her breasts.

“I want you to- Oh- touch me,” she gasped pressing herself against him more eagerly now, creating a delicious friction.

Jughead growled. The sight of her rocking against his lap, looking wonderfully dishevelled was too sinfully good.

His hand stopped its teasing and moved under the fabric of her underwear. He groaned at the feeling of her wet and wanting for him and quickly began rubbing sharp circles on her clit. Betty moaned and bucked against his hand, head falling back in pleasure as her eyes shut tight and her lips parted.

Smirking he left her bundle of nerves to slide his fingers inside of her, her breath hitching at the sensation and then coming out as a whimper.

“Oh god,” she groaned, rocking her hips against his hand as he curled his digits inside of her, loving the way she clenched around him.

“Please,” Betty whispered desperately as he continued his ministrations.

“You want more?” he asked, nipping her earlobe.

She was panting now and he could tell he was close.

“Yes,” she breathed, stuttering at the end.

And that was all he needed to pump his fingers harder into her a few more times, his thumb moving in tight circles around her clit pushing her over the edge and making her see stars as she came with a gasp of his name.  He worked her through it before removing his fingers and licking her essence off of them.

She had quickly overcome her embarrassment and unsureness with him in sexual situations, only having experienced heavy petting with anyone else before him. He had been a great teacher though and made her feel sexy and confident. So the sight of that alone was enough to stir her wanting again, and she kissed him hard.

“Shit you’re beautiful.” Jughead breathed out, taking in her glory; swollen lips, crumpled clothing, messed up hair, hazy eyes dark with lust and clouded with bliss.

She smiled at him tender and bright and his heart suddenly felt two sizes too big for his chest.

“So are you,” Betty replied, giving him a sweet kiss and brushing the ebony hair from his eyes.

“I was wrong.”

She pulled back slightly, confused as to what he was talking about. The look on his face was so soft and pure and honest it sent her spinning.

“The first night we were here I said there was nothing else that could make you feel so enraptured and enamoured as the stars could. I was wrong.” His thumbs caressed her cheeks, while his eyes coerced her soul and Betty felt the breath leave her body with the intensity of what she was feeling.

She was completely and utterly lost for any words, finding none that could come remotely close to the beauty of what he had just said to her. Licking her lips, she let herself be pulled into the depths of his eyes and pressed herself tight against his body. She chose to speak what she felt, to let her body take over her mind.

“Make love to me.”

#Bughead #bughead fanfiction #bughead smut #riverdale fanfiction #betty x jughead

[choisgirls]

Bunch I don't care if ur requests are closed I need RFA +v + saeran headcannons reacting to the MC using weird words for the word "penis" -lilac

A/N: Genital Bars™ ~Admin 404

OKAY MAYBE THIS IS NSFW? MAYBE IT’S NOT? IDK I’M TAGGING JUST IN CASE TO SAVE MY OWN HIDE

*YOOSUNG:       -Honestly same like       -Saying the word “penis” is very weird for him       -The both of y’all call it things like…. well “thing” *awkward gesture towards dick*       -Some of the names you have for it though just makes him LAUGH       -Like, MC, “diddly dang”? Really? That’s a thing? What?

*ZEN:       -Oh god MC don’t do that       -CONFLICTED THOUGH BECAUSE LIKE?? HE WANTS YOU TO STAY INNOCENT BUT THE NAMES ARE JUST WEIRD       -”Zen, come here and give me your Cock-a-saurus Rex” “I’M STAYING WAY THE FUCK OVER HERE THANK YOU”       -It’d be cute if you were just shy over calling it “penis” or even something like “dick” or “cock”       -BUT YOU WEREN’T. YOU JUST LIKED TO CALL THEM THESE NAMES. After a while he started to think you did it just to spite him

*JAEHEE: (hi this one is not about penises)       -”Can I pet your kitty”       -MC YOU KNOW DAMN WELL WE DON’T HAVE A CAT, YOU STOP THAT       -god forbid you call it the equivalent       -She practically faints if you use any of these…. pet names for the lady bits in public       -Completely ignores it in the bedroom if she didn’t then y’all probably wouldn’t get very far 

*JUMIN:       -MC if you call his penis a fucking “Sperminator” one more time…       -You’re no longer allowed to hang out with Saeyoung because he just KNOWS the damn puns came from him       -”I could always, you know, come visit your office… we can play with the Fuck Puppet”       -Honestly has hung up on you a few times during phone sex because of it       -NOT BECAUSE THEY’RE TERRIBLE, BUT BECAUSE HE DOESN’T WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT HE LAUGHS HIS ASS OFF EVERY TIME

*SAEYOUNG:       -Penis name war       -”Hey MC, you wanna come play with my Trouser Snake?” “Sure, I can go for looking at The Big Dipper”       -Y’ALL ANNOY THE FUCK OUT OF SAERAN, OKAY       -In dead silence, like when you all are watching a movie, playing a game, or just simply walking by him, ONE of you has to just whisper “Baloney Pony”       -YOU HAVE TO RUN BECAUSE YOU KNOW FOR DAMN SURE IF HE CATCHES YOU, YOU’RE DEAD

*V:       -Thinks it’s the ABSOLUTE CUTEST THING       -LIKE, YES, MC, BE INNOCENT AND PURE       -DON’T SAY THOSE DIRTY WORDS       -But during sex, boy oh boy if you don’t use those weird little nicknames you know he’s like 500% more turned on       -Does dislike you calling it a “Captain Winky” though. Like, MC, what even kind of name is that

*SAERAN:       -”Pull down your pants and I’ll play with The Dicktator” “Oh fuck off MC”       -He HATES it and you KNOW IT but you do it anyway because watching him get as flustered as he does is amazing       -”Oh I’m sorry, did I disturb the Crotch Cannon?” “Saeran, I think I’m sick, I need to see Dr. Feelgood” “Oh look, there’s Count Schlongula”       -FUCK YOU MC because now he can’t even get in the mood because you embarrassed the hell out of him       -WHICH NOW HIS BROTHER KNOWS, AND USES IT AGAINST HIM TOO. HOW DARE YOU. you’re gonna get punished but is that really a problem here

#im crying #i love all of these names #just saying #now here you are #you're welcome #admin 404 #request #mystic messenger #mysme #mm #mysmes #mystic messenger headcanons #mystic messenger headcanon #mystic messenger imagines #mystic messenger reactions #mystic messenger scenarios #mystic messenger hc #mysme headcanons #mysme headcanon #mysme imagines #mysme reactions #mysme scenarios #mysme hc #mystic messenger v #mysme v #v #mystic messenger jihyun #mysme jihyun #jihyun #nsfw*

[daily-dose-of-imagines]

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Uhm, hi! Hope you guys are doing ok. Are you guys good there? Please make sure to not strain yourselves! I was hoping to be anonymous for this as well. May I have a matchup for JJBA, One Punch Man (if it’s available for matchup), and A3 (if available for matchup as well)?? So.. Where to start? I’m quite short, around 147cm tall, and look years younger than my real age as to what the people claim to be. I always end up being mistaken as years younger than my real age. I don’t really believe in zodiac signs, but if it helps you guys easier for the matchup, I’m a Cancer.

I like my shirts, jackets, and coats oversized. I have black hair that reaches the bottom of my shoulder blades. Here’s irrelevant info, my hair looks normal, but I have these ringlet thingies under my hair and it shows if I wear it up in a pony-tail. My hair’s always a mess, even if I brush it or not. I also wear glasses that show black-colored eyes, I prefer my glasses if they’re thick-frames.

I listen to music too, if I’m ever in a particular mood (as an example, sadness) I search for songs that relate to my current mood and sing along. I also dance along, occasionally. I like to act as well, albeit I couldn’t afford to because my parents have a particular job in mind for me, something that I’ll really feel pressure on. My taste in music varies from rock to jazz, to classical, to pop.

I have this boyish aura that makes some strangers think I’m a tomboy person? But once you get to know me thoroughly, I actually have an interest in trying girly styles like pleated mini skirts and all that jazz. However, I stick to my oversized shirts and jackets style since I feel like girly style doesn’t suit me.

I also draw— I’m ok at it, not that good but not that bad— and daydream of surreal things, and listening to music (especially to music that channels like HQSounds upload) gives my imagination a boost. As an addition, I read. I read novels, I also play games, namely rpg games, rhythm games and racing games.

With my closest friends, I really show my true self— meme-loving, disaster who also thinks of questionable life choices, pineapple pizza stan, can be sassy and sarcastic, and a shoulder to cry on, definitely dirty-minded that you could see me wiggling my eyebrows at every single thing that you do— with my friends? I show a little about myself— meme-loving fangirl— with strangers and acquaintances? I’m polite as long as they return the politeness, but once someone decides to talk trash to my friends, I won’t hesitate to step in and give them my full-blown sassy, snarky and sarcastic self. Here’s a lil something, if I have to do something like explaining a presentation or monologuing apart from Shakespeare, I go in with confidence, but at the end of the performance, I tremble like a leaf.

Despite those sides, I always value something in every relationship, and that’s respect. Having a fair share of friendship issues, I’ve learned how to confront them but in the most civil way. I try to be open-minded, if you want affection, I’m available for a big hug and cuddle. I also tend to be wary of strangers and acquaintances. Giving vague, cryptic, or even no answers if they ask for any personal information like what country I live in and such. I’d claim I’m fairly wise with experiences, not all-knowing wise, but just a little wise. I’m the type to lay back and watch from the crowd. Not a popular gal, although you could say I’m a bit envious of the popular. I tend to be aloof around strangers and acquaintances, even family. But it’s another story for friends.

I take no sides if there’s an argument. I’m that type of person. I listen to each side of the story and try to come up with ways to end the conflict. I’m also physically weak since I’ve spent 60% of my childhood bed ridden or in the hospital. I have a weak immune system and a very weak pair of lungs. I can be very cunning and sneaky. A Slytherin kind of girl.

Also, may I have a little nsfw as well? If it’s applicable for matchups..

Sorry if this ended up a bit too long for your liking. I’m always curious regarding matchups. Please make sure not to strain yourselves. Take your time if needed. If this breaks any rules, I apologize. Hopefully, Tumblr won’t eat this up. Stay safe in the midst of this pandemic and take good care of yourselves despite the undeniable big stash of requests you’ll get. I’m no writer, but please make sure to not stress yourselves out.

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𝕀 𝕊𝕙𝕚𝕡 𝕐𝕆𝕌 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕘…

ɴɪᴊɪᴍᴜʀᴀ ᴏᴋᴜʏᴀꜱᴜ

Chaotic yet lovable, Okuyasu is the guy for you! Despite his lack of awareness and sense of IQ he’ll be the absolute lovable and supportive boyfriend~! It goes without saying that he’ll show immense interest in what you like and will actively try his best to not only educate himself in your hobbies and passions, but participate as well! He finds your choice in style unique and adorable, and honestly will give you any of his hold clothes that you just so happen to have your eye on.

It’s without a doubt that you’d be Okuyasu’s first crush/love and undoubtedly he’d pour his all into giving you all his love and affection. Just keep in mind he may be a touch slow. Everything he does though is with good intentions! He most definitely loves your meme-loving disaster– as he most definitely sits in this category himself, though if he hears you say it aloud he may try to pick a fight with a non existent person as he thinks you’re one of the coolest people he’s ever had the chance of meeting. 

Other then that, he’s most definitely protective of you (this goes without saying of course– he’s more so protective when he finds out about your past hospitalization) and one who most definitely loves to provide not only a sense of adventure, but excitement in your life.

ʙᴀᴅ | ᴍᴇᴛᴀʟ ʙᴀᴛ

Despite his brash and aggressive exterior, Bad is not only protective of you, but a huge softie who becomes pliable mold in your awaiting hands. He lives for your sarcastic and witty comments and will undoubtedly hype you up whilst giving a smug ass smirk as you drop a full blown sassy snarky comment to someone who most definitely deserves it. Of course following this, he’ll just add in his own to amplify your point. 

He won’t outright admit it, but he enjoys the little moments of spending time with you whilst cuddling as you play your games. You’ll come to notice that despite his rough personality he is rather observant and diligent in not only remembering what you enjoy, but actively finding items you happen to mention to like in passing when he’s out and about. 

Bad finds your advice and insight useful. As he’s usually hot headed and jumps into things the moment he senses a good fight, your logistical and calm voice usually manages to persuade him out of going into a predictably long fight.

Overall, he may be jagged and brash, but he’s your supportive jagged and brash delinquent. 

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Nanao Taichi!!!!!

I choose Nanao Taichi as your A3! boyfriend! First, for appearances and style, I feel as though Nanao would love how you look and the way you style yourself! For one thing, he will love that you are quite short, only because he is a pretty short person himself, he’ll think it will be easier to give you kisses and be affectionate! And honestly? I see Nanao always playing with those little ringlets that you have whenever he is bored, and whenever you don’t have you glasses on, he will play with them when you don’t want him to be playing with your hair! As for your style, he will love that you have an expansive sense of style when it comes to fashion! Like with your oversized coats and shirts, and then you rockin a cute skirt? Oh yeah. he would definitely like that kind of style, sense it kind of resembles his own style, minus the skirt lolol.

He will definitely appreciate that you love music, because I feel that he also has an big sense of music too! and the fact that you draw and read and play games! Especially the games part, I feel like that he will definitely want to play with you and see what you can do, and see if you can beat him!

Also the fact that you are meme loving and sassy and can be very sarcastic. Like he would really appreciate that type of stuff, seeing as it is your really authentic self. And that’s what he really wants to see, your authenticity. He wouldn’t really like your polite self with, he’ll want your meme loving self! 

He will love the fact that you like affection in some sense, since Nanao is actually a really affectionate person too! He will want to cuddle you and kiss you and all the great, cute things that couples do!! And for a little NSFW, he would be really, submissive in a way. Like, he would love getting a bunch of attention from you, from you giving him heavy petting to giving his lower region a bunch of attention, then he would do the same to you. He just wants to be touched and felt and given a lot of attention when you guys do the spicy sutff, so you better be prepared for that!

All in all, I definitely feel like that Nanao would be a really good match for you, from the common interests to you being your meme loving self! I feel you two would be super super cute!

#match-ups #matchup #submissions #anime matchup #submission #jjba match up #one punch man match up #opm match up #a3 matchup #okuyasu x reader #metal bat x reader

[wrathofthelichwitch]

Anaheim California, October 2008.

***User "theLichKing" has entered the chat.*** [theLichKing]: Hey [theLichKing]: Anyone there? [theLichKing]: *drums fingers* ***User "Kel'Thuz4d" has entered the chat.*** [theLichKing]: Hey man. [Kel’Thuz4d]: my liege [theLichKing]: Listen, there's this thing I need you to do for me [Kel’Thuz4d]: anything my liege [Kel’Thuz4d]: what army must i lay to waste [Kel’Thuz4d]: whose lands shall i decimate for ur glory [theLichKing]: Um, yeah, I'm good on decimation for today. We're going to hold off on the decimation for, like, a week or so. [Kel’Thuz4d]: ok? [theLichKing]: I was thinking. How much trouble do you think it would be to have a thermostat installed in the Throne Room? [Kel’Thuz4d]: ... [Kel’Thuz4d]: y? [theLichKing]: It's really really cold in here. [theLichKing]: I'm Lord of the Scourge. I think I should get a thermostat. [Kel’Thuz4d]: no its a frozen throne [theLichKing]: Right [theLichKing]: See that's exactly what I'm talking about. The throne is frozen. The chair that I sit on all day? Literally a block of ice. [theLichKing]: It is so very, very cold. [theLichKing]: I actually cannot over-emphasize how cold I am on a daily basis. [Kel’Thuz4d]: but its supposed to be frozen [Kel’Thuz4d]: its the source of ur power [theLichKing]: About that. Can I get my power transferred to some other source? [theLichKing]: Something that isn't made out of ice that I then have to literally sit on? [theLichKing]: Someone dropped the ball there. [Kel’Thuz4d]: ok so like what should it be then [Kel’Thuz4d]: like a ring? [theLichKing]: A ring? [theLichKing]: Seriously, a ring. [theLichKing]: Do you _read_ history? [Kel’Thuz4d]: so what then [theLichKing]: I don't know. I'll think about it. Maybe an armoire. [Kel’Thuz4d]: armor? [theLichKing]: No, not armor. An armoire. The furniture. [theLichKing]: Oh but speaking of armor [theLichKing]: I have skulls on my kneecaps. [Kel’Thuz4d]: ok? [theLichKing]: No, it is _not_ okay. [theLichKing]: I have skulls. [theLichKing]: On my _kneecaps_. [Kel’Thuz4d]: well for the thermostat i think u need approval from a supervisor [Kel’Thuz4d]: ill just get kiljaeden in here and well sort it out [theLichKing]: No! [Kel’Thuz4d]: no its cool [theLichKing]: No, don't... [theLichKing]: Ugh, my old boss. I hate this guy. [theLichKing]: Ok I'll just...I'll act casual. Like old times. ***User "Killzone'jaeden" has entered the chat.*** [Killzone’jaeden]: This had better be important. [Kel’Thuz4d]: yeah lich king here just wants a warmer throne room is all [Killzone’jaeden]: Warmer? [theLichKing]: No it's really not necessary sir [Killzone’jaeden]: You want a warmer throne room? [Kel’Thuz4d]: yeah [theLichKing]: No [Kel’Thuz4d]: yeah he does [theLichKing]: I really don't. [Killzone’jaeden]: Ok sure let me just get right on that [Killzone’jaeden]: I actually know these guys, they're really great, literally made out of fire [Killzone’jaeden]: They could heat your room right up for you [Killzone’jaeden]: They're called the Burning Legion...why don't I just invite them to Azeroth so they can come and [Killzone’jaeden]: OH WAIT [Killzone’jaeden]: Someone's too busy being Chatty Cathy to PREPARE HIS WORLD FOR AN APOCALYPSE [theLichKing]: So sorry sir [Kel’Thuz4d]: hey cmon though its not like weve just been sitting around [Kel’Thuz4d]: were spreading plague and stuff [Kel’Thuz4d]: we totally spread a lot of plague [Kel’Thuz4d]: and dont forget the spider war [theLichKing]: Actually I wouldn't mention that... [Killzone’jaeden]: Oh yes. The "Spider War." [Killzone’jaeden]: The "war" where you spent ten years getting rid [Killzone’jaeden]: OF SPIDERS [Killzone’jaeden]: Check it out, I had a Mosquito War last night. Mosquito lands on me, I squish it. Done. Two seconds. [Killzone’jaeden]: Didn't take me ten years [Killzone’jaeden]: BECAUSE I'M NOT AN IDIOT [theLichKing]: Yes sir [theLichKing]: Very sorry sir. [theLichKing]: I'm on it. [Killzone’jaeden]: Y'know what, you know who else might want to hear about this [Killzone’jaeden]: Maybe I shold get Sargeras in here [Kel’Thuz4d]: sure [theLichKing]: NO! That's not necessary [Killzone’jaeden]: Hold on I'll go get him. ***User "Killzone'jaeden" has left the chat.*** [theLichKing]: ARE YOU CRAZY [theLichKing]: "Sure"? Do you know who Sargeras actually is?? [Kel’Thuz4d]: i think so hes alliance right [theLichKing]: ... [Kel’Thuz4d]: horde? [theLichKing]: *headdesk* ***User "An00b'arak" has entered the chat.*** [An00b’arak]: hay guise whats goin on in dis chat [Kel’Thuz4d]: sup [An00b’arak]: sup [Kel’Thuz4d]: sup [An00b’arak]: sup [Kel’Thuz4d]: whaaaazzzzaaaaaap [An00b’arak]: what are yoooooou doing [theLichKing]: GUYS [theLichKing]: SERIOUSLY [An00b’arak]: whats his problem [Kel’Thuz4d]: hes cold [An00b’arak]: well yeah he sits on a frozen throne inside of icecrown glacier with a sword named frostmorn [An00b’arak]: the name icecrown glacier can only imply that among glaciers, which are themselves made of ice, this one is especially icy [An00b’arak]: its possible there is some coldness involved [theLichKing]: _Thank_ you! [theLichKing]: Ok, so install me a thermostat pl0x. [Kel’Thuz4d]: uh boss ixnay on asking him to install stuff [An00b’arak]: what is that supposed to mean?? [Kel’Thuz4d]: uh [An00b’arak]: oh i get it [An00b’arak]: bc im an arachnid????? [An00b’arak]: and how could i possibly install a thermostat without thumbs [An00b’arak]: racist [Kel’Thuz4d]: no no no [Kel’Thuz4d]: well ok yeah how would that actually work [An00b’arak]: im sure i dont know...im just an arachnid [An00b’arak]: guess what im not ashamed of what i am [An00b’arak]: >8< spider pride ***User "An00b'arak" has left the chat.*** [Kel’Thuz4d]: thank god ***User "An00b'arak" has entered the chat.*** [Kel’Thuz4d]: oh god [An00b’arak]: im lodging a formal protest [An00b’arak]: i am going to let every1 know the scourge is not an equal opportunity employer [An00b’arak]: and i am being discriminated against due to race [An00b’arak]: and species [An00b’arak]: and phylum [theLichKing]: Ok, look, there's no need to get upset [An00b’arak]: omg [An00b’arak]: dont apologize for him arthas ***User "Killzone'jaeden" has entered the chat.*** [Killzone’jaeden]: Sargeras is logging on now. [theLichKing]: Aw hell. [Killzone’jaeden]: Precisely. [theLichKing]: Listen, I wasn't complaining earlier, the temperature is fine... [An00b’arak]: kiljaeden?? [Killzone’jaeden]: Excuse me, who is this? I'm *Lord* Jaeden to anybody that's not a Dreadlord. [An00b’arak]: listen killy there is some phylumism going down in this piece [Killzone’jaeden]: Killy? Oh you do want to die don't you. [Killzone’jaeden]: Also does nobody capitalize anymore?! [Killzone’jaeden]: I didn't spend seven aeons feasting on the souls of the righteous just so I could play typing games with the functionally illiterate. [An00b’arak]: no im serious this is a real issue [Killzone’jaeden]: *What* is a real issue? [An00b’arak]: phylum [An00b’arak]: ism [Killzone’jaeden]: You best start talking some English [Killzone’jaeden]: Where the hell is Sargeras? [theLichKing]: Precisely. [Killzone’jaeden]: Don't get cute. [An00b’arak]: i am being discriminated against on the basis of my spinal condition [Killzone’jaeden]: What is your spinal condition? [An00b’arak]: i dont have 1 [Killzone’jaeden]: What? [An00b’arak]: im an arachnid [An00b’arak]: >8< spider power [Killzone’jaeden]: Hey LK I thought you squished all of them already. You spent ten years on these morons and you didn't even finish the job? [An00b’arak]: what [theLichKing]: Yeah I reanimated him. I'm the Lich King, it's sort of what I do. [Killzone’jaeden]: So you smashed a bunch of bugs [Killzone’jaeden]: And then you were like, [Killzone’jaeden]: "Huh! I sure would like to have those bugs back again!" [Killzone’jaeden]: Is your brain frozen or what? [theLichKing]: Ok that's kind of what I was getting at before. [Killzone’jaeden]: That you're an idiot? [An00b’arak]: ur horrible [An00b’arak]: ur a phylumist [Killzone’jaeden]: Oh no, I'm horrible. Why don't you go and tell all my demon friends how horrible I am. They will be shocked. [An00b’arak]: phylumist phylumist phulymst phylimist [An00b’arak]: that gets hard to type after a while though ***User "theLichKing" has kicked user "An00b'arak" from the chat.*** [Kel’Thuz4d]: thank god ***User "An00b'arak" has entered the chat.*** [Kel’Thuz4d]: oh god [Kel’Thuz4d]: go back to your hole [theLichKing]: Yeah get out of here [Killzone’jaeden]: Go back to your hole, spider [An00b’arak]: p [An00b’arak]: h [An00b’arak]: y [Kel’Thuz4d]: lolwut [An00b’arak]: l [An00b’arak]: u [Killzone’jaeden]: Shut. Up. [An00b’arak]: m [Killzone’jaeden]: Dude get rid of this guy. [An00b’arak]: i ***User "theLichKing" has kicked user "An00b'arak" from the chat.*** ***User "An00b'arak" has entered the chat.*** [An00b’arak]: sts ***User "An00b'arak" has left the chat.*** [Killzone’jaeden]: Finally [Killzone’jaeden]: Where the hell is Sargeras [theLichKing]: It's really not necessary, I withdraw my request completely. [Kel’Thuz4d]: no he wants armor [theLichKing]: An *armoire.* [theLichKing]: Of power. [Killzone’jaeden]: I cannot express how much I hate both of you. [Killzone’jaeden]: And this is coming from someone whose lungs are made out of solidified hate. ***User "~*`Sylvanas'*~" has entered the chat.*** [~*`Sylvanas’*~]: hey everyone ^_^ [theLichKing]: How did you get in here?! [theLichKing]: This is a private chat! [~*`Sylvanas’*~]: lol :) [~*`Sylvanas’*~]: i hacked admin :) ***User "theLichKing" has kicked user "~*`Sylvanas'*~" from the chat.*** [~*`Sylvanas’*~]: lol lol lol [Killzone’jaeden]: TIE fighters [theLichKing]: What? [Killzone’jaeden]: Nothing. Can't you kick her out? [theLichKing]: I just tried [~*`Sylvanas’*~]: admin guys lol [~*`Sylvanas’*~]: :) ^___^ [~*`Sylvanas’*~]: oh plus i can chat under ur names check this out [theLichKing]: im a little girl and i like ponies lol [theLichKing]: What! I hate ponies! [Killzone’jaeden]: ROFLMAO [Kel’Thuz4d]: she hax0red you dude [theLichKing]: This isn't funny! [theLichKing]: i play with dolls [theLichKing]: and bake cookies with my mommy [theLichKing]: Untrue! I deny everything [Killzone’jaeden]: Hahaha [theLichKing]: Ok guys this is lame let's just go to a different chat room [Killzone’jaeden]: NO! [Killzone’jaeden]: We're waiting for Sargeras! [Killzone’jaeden]: It's next to impossible to get him into these things anyway [Killzone’jaeden]: I'm not going to confuse him [theLichKing]: im a little teapot short and stout [Killzone’jaeden]: Besides this is hilarious [Killzone’jaeden]: Sargeras is going to get here and you'll be singing about teapots...you'll get pwned [Killzone’jaeden]: Maybe he'll buy you a "pwny" [Killzone’jaeden]: Hahaha see what I did there [Kel’Thuz4d]: i dont get it [Kel’Thuz4d]: wait ok but thats dumb [Killzone’jaeden]: Wordplay. Look it up. [Killzone’jaeden]: i like to dress up like a girl [Killzone’jaeden]: Oh now she's doing it to me too [Killzone’jaeden]: i like to put on women's clothes [Killzone’jaeden]: and pretend im a woman ***User "~*`Sylvanas'*~" has left the chat.*** [Killzone’jaeden]: and look at myself in the mirror all pretty [Killzone’jaeden]: and call myself the prettiest prettiest princess [theLichKing]: Umm she's not here anymore [theLichKing]: Are you just typing that stuff yourself? [Kel’Thuz4d]: ... [theLichKing]: ... [Killzone’jaeden]: ... [Killzone’jaeden]: WHERE THE HELL IS SARGERAS ***User "~*`Sylvanas'*~" has entered the chat.*** [~*`Sylvanas’*~]: heeeeeee~ [Kel’Thuz4d]: omg wtf this sux [Kel’Thuz4d]: i have a dungeon to run [Kel’Thuz4d]: pcs are going to be like raiding me and shiz [theLichKing]: Oh please. The expansion is called "Wrath of the Lich King." It's got my _name_ in it. You don't think a few guilds are going to be farming me as soon as I'm a fightable boss? [theLichKing]: probably not because i suck so much [theLichKing]: DAMMIT SYLVANAS [Kel’Thuz4d]: ok and now my cat is 8fwhwe8ufhffweeexvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv [Kel’Thuz4d]: walking on my keyboard [Kel’Thuz4d]: hold on afk [theLichKing]: You have a cat? [theLichKing]: Seriously? [theLichKing]: You're a freaking skeleton lord. Why do you have a cat? [Killzone’jaeden]: Yeah why *do* you have a cat? [Kel’Thuz4d]: back, had to put the cat out [Kel’Thuz4d]: and ok [Kel’Thuz4d]: two things [Kel’Thuz4d]: first, cats are awesome [Kel’Thuz4d]: second, RACISM?? [Kel’Thuz4d]: "freaking skeleton lord" [Killzone’jaeden]: WTF is wrong with you people? [Kel’Thuz4d]: hey! what do you mean..."you people" [Killzone’jaeden]: What do YOU mean, "you people"? [Kel’Thuz4d]: hahahaha [Killzone’jaeden]: Hahahaha...Tropic Thunder, great movie. [Killzone’jaeden]: i like to poop [theLichKing]: ... [Killzone’jaeden]: Ok that one I actually did not say, that was Sylvanas that time [theLichKing]: ... [Killzone’jaeden]: No seriously this time it was her [Kel’Thuz4d]: "this time"? [Kel’Thuz4d]: wait so u really do like to wear womens clothes [theLichKing]: You are, in fact, the prettiest prettiest princess? [Killzone’jaeden]: No, of course not [Kel’Thuz4d]: do u have a panty drawer [Killzone’jaeden]: No! I wear boxers. With thorns on them. [Killzone’jaeden]: And skulls. [theLichKing]: Ok were the skulls on the kneecaps YOUR idea then?? [Killzone’jaeden]: Wait what? [Kel’Thuz4d]: yeah dont change the subject ***User "SARGERAS" has entered the chat.*** [SARGERAS]: I WILL CONSUME ALL HTE WORLDS!!!!!!!!!!!!1 [SARGERAS]: I AM INVINICBLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [SARGERAS]: I AM HTE DARK TITAN!!!111111!1! [Killzone’jaeden]: oh god [SARGERAS]: I WILL CONSUM ALL TEH WORLDS!!!!!1!!!!!! [theLichKing]: You actually said that already [Killzone’jaeden]: He spelled it different though. [Killzone’jaeden]: Dark Lord, there is an issue we need you to resolve [SARGERAS]: NOTHING CAN DEFET ME BECUASE I AM DEFEAT EVERONE!!!!!!!!!! [SARGERAS]: I AM SARGERAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [SARGERAS]: TEH DARK TIT AN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [Killzone’jaeden]: Right [Killzone’jaeden]: But what we're going for is [theLichKing]: Yeah I'm confident he'll be able to resolve this [Killzone’jaeden]: The Lich King has this complaint... [SARGERAS]: I AM DESTORYING ALL WORLDS RIGT NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [SARGERAS]: i wear little pink girly panties [Kel’Thuz4d]: omg [SARGERAS]: WHATTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [theLichKing]: hahahahaha [Kel’Thuz4d]: pwned [SARGERAS]: I DID NTO SAY THAT!11111111111111111111 [Kel’Thuz4d]: i dunno about you guys but im kinda turned on right now [theLichKing]: Rule 34 [SARGERAS]: yeah, you like that, there's more where that came from [SARGERAS]: *twirls hair seductively* [SARGERAS]: I DID NOT SYA THAT EITHERR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [SARGERAS]: I WILL DESTROY ALL TEH WORLDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [SARGERAS]: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [SARGERAS]: ! [Kel’Thuz4d]: *dies laughing* [Killzone’jaeden]: Ok I'm done [Killzone’jaeden]: F this [Killzone’jaeden]: I'm outta here [Killzone’jaeden]: I hate Azeroth [~*`Sylvanas’*~]: aw dont go :) ***User "Killzone'jaeden" has left the chat.*** [~*`Sylvanas’*~]: byeee~ [SARGERAS]: I USE SUPER ULTIMATE ATTACK FOR EIGHT MILLION POINS!!!!11 [theLichKing]: Hey I think he spelled all the words right in that one [Kel’Thuz4d]: missed a t [theLichKing]: Aw, yeah [theLichKing]: So close ***User "~*`Sylvanas'*~" has left the chat.*** [Kel’Thuz4d]: ok im out too [theLichKing]: Ugh fine [theLichKing]: TTYL [Kel’Thuz4d]: ttyl ***User "Kel'Thuz4d" has left the chat.*** [SARGERAS]: GAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!! [theLichKing]: This is the worst chat ever. [theLichKing]: The worst. [theLichKing]: The worst. [theLichKing]: Whatevs, titan dude. I'm done. [theLichKing]: Still freezing my ass off though. [theLichKing]: *wrath* ***User "theLichKing" has left the chat.*** [SARGERAS]: *looks around* [SARGERAS]: Chat empty? [SARGERAS]: ... [SARGERAS]: I have eaten [SARGERAS]: the plums [SARGERAS]: that were in [SARGERAS]: the icebox [SARGERAS]: and which [SARGERAS]: you were probably [SARGERAS]: saving [SARGERAS]: for breakfast [SARGERAS]: Forgive me [SARGERAS]: they were delicious [SARGERAS]: so sweet [SARGERAS]: and so cold [SARGERAS]: ;-)

[vanguard-draco]

Initiative visit

Out of space there space ship named Tempest which now flew into some green blue planed which esamble like earth but not quiet cause it have 45.7% land also it huge.

"So this where that where that beacon come from..." said orange haired human.

"Its looks like very habitable planet. SAM?" said dark pony tied haired young woman, she wear short slave white match her pants there also some kind logo on her site right top.

"It apree the planet very habitable pathfinder, and I am not found any kett activities from scaner" said male robotic voice.

"They promest to leave andromeda alone, but. Why we never found this system before" ask Pathfinder.

"Wait. Pathfinder I got something. Its...singal from Omni-tool" said orange woman.

"Patch trough"

"Hello?, this is Clarie jones"

"Pathfinder. She was the lost captain" said orange haired woman.

"This is Sara ryder, pathfinder. Yes we hear you Clarie. Are you alright?" Ask Sara.

"Pathfinder!? My god so I on andromeda this whole year?" Ask Clarie loud.

"How long you there miss clarie?" Ask Sara.

"More than year. 1 year and 2 moun exacly and I send data I collect while I here" said Clarie.

"Pathfinder we recieved her data...oh my god..." said orange haired woman.

"What is it Suvi?" Ask Sara confuse.

"Pathfinder. The data which miss Clarie send was new species" said SAM make every one silent suprise.

"What we do now?" Ask Suvi.

"Tell every one to prepare first contac protocol" comand Sara.

"Miss Clarie where we can land?" Ask Sara.

"I will ask Nestor, he leader of where I life then I send Nav point" said Clarie.

"Ok we will wait" said Sara.

"Thank you pathfinder. Clarie out" then COM off.

Back on planet...

"So you need landing zone?" Ask Nestor as he carefully hammer the nail at his new bird house.

"It is any idea where?" Ask Clarie.

Nestor rup his snoud as he thinking then he told Clarie about vestival garden sience it was huge place and emphy.

Clarie thank you and send nav point via her omni-tool then she ask Nestor again where Delbin is.

"He have class right now, but I think this moment could be have contac with this pathfinder" said Nestor then when he trun he not saw Clarie.

"Papa" call voice make Nestor look at Michael.

"Yes?" Ask Nestor as he knell infornt his son.

"Is that true if we have special visit? Aunt Clarie tell me moment ago" said Michael.

"Yes, they good people so now..." said Nestor then he carry his son to his arm.

"Lets get your mom" said him then he walk.

Back with Clarie who now drag Delbin who litelary confuse why she take him to vestival room.

"My love, why we here?" Ask Delbin just he done asking there many Dragons came then they hear hum engine and a ship came from sky unlikely any ship they ever saw but they trun at Clarie who smiling.

"This is frist time I saw tempest self" said Clarie.

Lucky all of them have 60 m radius distance where Tempets landing when engine died they stay moving before hull door came down and they saw humans and strange creature.

Clarie take step and Delbin following her.

Sara suprise as she saw real live antropic dragon she trun to her team most of them just fine and Cora look exited as she look at flower bunch.

"Pathfinder" said dark short haired woman wear N7 hoodies but behide her is a huge muscular orange bipetal dragon.

The dragon stand more than 7ft cleary and his muscular apree make Sara tough he was military until she found bust at his ear.

"The dragon behide miss Clarie is her husband pathfinder arcoding data she send her husband Delbin is artist dragon" said SAM from they private chanel.

"You must be miss Clarie" said Sara as she accept Clarie hand shake.

"My I knew dragon behide you" ask Sara and Clarie nood.

"This is Delbin my mate" said Clarie and Delbin hand shake Sara.

"Pleasure meet you pathfinder" said Delbin with warm smile.

Leter Clarie explain how she ended on dragon world to pathfinder and then smSara fix her omni-tool and now she can talk with her team and family course she introduce Delbin at them.

"I cant belive my sister marry a big dragon boy!" Said her sister as she pull her krogan husband make him look anoyed.

"Is he treat you well Sister?" Ask Grack her sister husband it was cute how they meet when her sister still sevice medic field she meet Grack who her patient at first he bit rude then he restpec her about her unbroken faint then he decide to send her mating request stright to human ambasador.

It make her anoyed but when he save her from ambust she start develop feeling for 400+ years old krogan warrior.

Grack is hard like titanium but he have soft spot (even he dont to admin it) at his wife and her family.

"He is Grack you no need to worry" said her with smile but Delbin just confuse.

"What he said?" Ask Delbin make Clarie confuse then she slap her for head forgot Delbin dont have omni-tool to translate whan Grack said.

"Give me your hand" she said as she pull his right hand than swipe her omni-tool and similar holo interface materialized at Delbin's arm.

"I give you civiliant instalation" said Clarie.

"You give him omni-tool just now?" Ask Grack cunfuse now.

"Ofcourse, we no need omni-tool to understant eatch other" said Clarie with chukle.

"Delbin right?" Ask Grack.

"Yes?" Ask Delbin.

"Take care my sister. If you make her cry I make sure to blow your head" said Grack before trun off COM.

Next day Clarie was summomed at some kind room and there was Nexus people and leader for eatch realm.

"You summon me?" Ask her as she walk in her blue formal suit which just came at night.

"Yes, Clarie please stand at ring" said Nestor and Clarie step at platform.

"Clarie jones, as friend of all dragons we entrust you honorable possition. And from Nexus said our world need ambasador so...all of leader eatch home land agree to make you Commander Clarie jones as our Ambasador" said Nestor make Clarie jaw drop suprise.

Many dragons greet her and say congratulation and she found her parent at her and Delbin small castle.

There huge party many her friends and family there then next week a official marriage betwen her and Delbin.

They take honey moon to Meridian for almost moun and Delbin learn much about space even remnant tecnology, he decide to bring his Artistic to first andromeda art expo and many look at it even some whan bough it but Delbin refuce said he not selling it.

Clarie self not belive what happen to her live. From saving her team, meet sexiest dragon she knew and became his mate, meet many new friends, suprise she still at andromeda and now she was ambasador of dragon people.

#my ocs #mass effect #spyro the dragon #delbin