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nctsjiho · 3 years

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Sticky Situation

warnings: none

era: June 2021

❀ A dumb fight over a delicious cool dessert ends up getting JiHo and Yangyang in a sticky and smelly situation

requested by @leavethemonsteralive <3

“Give it to me!” “Why should I, it’s the last one!” Yangyang tried to pull the ice cream bar, that both him and JiHo were holding on opposite sides, towards him careful as to not use too much force so that the slippery thin plastic wouldn’t slide from between his fingers. “And besides, this is my house! It was in my freezer, so therefor I should have it!” “Oh don’t start using fancy words now, it doesn’t fit you.” JiHo mumbled underneath her breath earing an even more intense glare from the boy.

JiHo tugged carefully at the ice cream’s packaging, hoping it would escape Yangyang’s grasp. “I went with Ten oppa to buy it for the dorm anyway, so that means I can have it.” JiHo said, but Yangyang could only groan in response. “Give it to me JiHo, it’s too hot and the ice cream is going to melt if you don’t let go.” His tone became more whiny as time passed, but JiHo didn’t waver the slightest. “No, just give it to me! I went to grab it first and you already had one before!” “That was yesterday! Just give. It. To. Me! JiHo-“

After their little game of tug and war the dorm became completely silent. The two 00’ liners looked at each other, eyes the size of saucers, as shock quickly struck their bodies. They both didn’t have a grip on the ice cream bar anymore as just a few seconds ago it flew across the kitchen, sending a very expensive something along with it. It was only when they heard the crash, as well as the shattering of glass that the two realised that their little fight over an delicious cold sweet had more consequences than one person continuing to feel hot and the other having the luxury of feeling a bit cooler for probably no longer than 10 minutes. “It’s your fault!”

Before JiHo could mutter anything or even just make sense of what just happened, she felt the accusing finger of Yangyang poke at her shoulder. “What? I-“ She looked around as if something would help her, as if something would “undo” what just happened, but that something didn’t exist.

It was clear to her that Yangyang was panicking just as much as her. His eyes wavered and he kept licking his quickly drying lips, hand already moving upwards to grip at his hair. “If you’d just given the ice cream to me.” He mumbled. “Yah! Forget about that stupid ice cream, we’re both death when Kun oppa and Ten oppa come home.” At her statement Yangyang’s eyes widened even more, absolute dread starting to settle in. JiHo sighed and grabbed the boy by his shoulders, shaking him a bit. “Come on, let’s clean this up first and then we’ll see how we can fix it.”

When JiHo realised Yangyang was still frozen in place, she grabbed his wrist and pulled him towards the other side of the kitchen counter. “How bad is it? What does it look like?” She looked up to see the boy squeezing his eyes shut. “Well, maybe you didn’t hear the glass shattering in a million tiny pieces, but that to me definitely looks like an overly expensive essential oil diffuser broken in, again, a million tiny pieces.” With her explanation Yangyang finally opened his eyes to see exactly what JiHo had described.

“They are going to kill me.” The girl spared a glance at him only to find him already looking at her. “What should we do?” JiHo sighed at the question. “Just get me some kitchen roll and a plastic bag or something. I’ll clean it up.”

Soon enough JiHo and Yangyang were crouched down next to the puddle of intense smelling essential oils. JiHo soaked up as much of the liquid with the paper towels, while gathering the glass to dispose of it in the plastic bag Yangyang provided her. “Bad news…” JiHo mumbled, to which Yangyang almost jumped up. “What? What’s wrong? What could be more wrong than breaking this… whatever this is?!” JiHo looked up to meet Yangyang’s eyes, she could swear he’d never looked more afraid than now. “I think your kitchen, and possible your whole house might smell like cedarwood and citrus for a few weeks. But good news is you’d probably be too dead to smell it.” A fake smile found it’s ways on JiHo’s lips only to get a less than pleased look from Yangyang.

While the two idols were discussing on how to fix their not-so-little problem, they failed to hear the front door of the dorm open, but when they heard Ten’s voice they knew they were going to meet God in just a few minutes time. “It smells nice here!” The cheerful voice of Ten, and the agreeing hum from Kun came closer until it all didn’t sound to cheerful and agreeing anymore. “Wait… It almost smells too nice here…”

It was only when the two older boys saw JiHo and Yangyang crouched on the kitchen floor, plenty of kitchen towels in hand, sheepish grins on faces and the lack of a new, and sold out, essential oil diffuser on the counter, that it all clicked. “What the hell did you guys do!” The booming sound of Kun’s voice made the two younger ones flinch.

Ten, who seemed eerily “fine”, for the lack of a better word, walked closer until he crouched down next to the pair. “Is that what I think it is?” “Hyung listen, it was an accident-“ “Oh come on! The only thing we told you was to watch out for the diffuser.” And there it was. The anger, annoyance, disappointment and so on. “We’re sorry.” JiHo frowned, standing up.

Kun let out a deep sigh, leaning up against the kitchen counter. “How did that even happen?” “Well…” Yangyang trailed off and JiHo decided to continue telling what happened.

“So you’re telling me you wasted about a million won (around 900 usd) worth of essential oils because of some stupid ice cream?” Ten’s raised voice made the two youngest cower like two kicked puppies. “You could’ve just went to the convenience store not even 2 blocks away from here.” Kun added, but his tone was a lot less aggressive.

The two older ones excused themselves from the room, opting to calm down in the living room, but not without Ten muttering a hushed “You better clean this up before we walk back in here.” And so the duo did. While JiHo disposed of the glass and cleaned the floor, Yangyang opened all the windows in the room hoping that it would help get rid of the smell.

Once everything was clean the two sat down on the kitchen counter contemplating how to fix everything. However they didn’t seem to be coming to an agreement on Yangyang’s proposed solution.

“Never.” JiHo sent him a hard glance. “But JiHo. They will cave immediately. Please.” Yangyang pleaded grabbing JiHo’s hands into his. The action made the girl roll her eyes. “Fine…” “YES! Oh my God you’re the best!” He pulled her from the counter into his embrace, making JiHo slightly struggle in his arms as she tried to push herself away from him. “On one condition though.” “What do you want?” He squinted his eyes at her, now having let go of her completely. “You buy me that ice cream from that nice brand you like and I don’t have to share it with you.” Yangyang wanted nothing more than to slap that smug smile off JiHo’s lips, but he decided to just give in and agree. “Fine, but go now.” He said pushing JiHo towards the living room.

She walked in and stood in front of Kun and Ten who were lounging on the couch, eyes focused on their phones – still looking a bit upset in JiHo’s eyes. They didn’t acknowledge JiHo’s presence, probably not even realising she was there to which JiHo sighed.

“Oppa~” She sang, twisting her body from side to side. The two men looked up confused, watching JiHo intently. “I’m sorry we broke your diffuser. It was really an accident.” Her words were slightly slurred and her tone was a bit more higher pitched than usual.

Kun couldn’t help but already smile seeing JiHo act cute – a sight he really hadn’t seen that much – but Ten knew what was up and he wasn’t going to give in as fast as his friend. He nudged the leader’s shoulder, signalling him that he shouldn’t fall for it either and Kun immediately regained his composure. So when JiHo looked up and saw the two boys looking just as serious as they looked when they left the kitchen earlier, she knew she had to try harder.

“We were being really dumb and childish, but I promise I’ll be more careful in the future and something like that won’t happen anymore.” She had moved to the couch next to them, her eyes sparkling with innocence and sending guilt straight into the boys’ hearts. How could they stay mad at JiHo when she was trying “so hard” to apologise? “Apology accepted.” Kun sighed and his smile only intensified when he saw the way she beamed at his words. Ten cooed at the girl already throwing a million loving nicknames and words at her, telling her she looked “so cute”.

“But isn’t it a bit unfair that you came here and apologised all by yourself while Yangyang who is, as I understand just as guilty, is still hiding in the kitchen.” At the mention of his name, Yangyang sheepishly entered the living room. “Don’t worry, he’ll buy you a new diffuser. One that’s even nicer than the one you guys got.” JiHo promised. All heads turned towards Yangyang, who was sending the deadliest of glares at JiHo which had everyone laughing. “Sounds like a good plan to me.” Kun chuckled.

“Lim JiHo, I’ll kill you.” The young boy muttered.

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Side Note: Yangyang and JiHo are actually siblings confirmed?

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fortunaaamajor · 3 years

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The Ultracheese (Fred Weasley)

(This was previously posted on my old account that has now been moved here, sorry if anyone is seeing this twice.)

Fred Weasley x Reader

This story is based on one of my favourite lyrics at the moment. It’s a mainly fluffy, cheesy but angsty in parts story of Fred and Reader reminiscing on their relationship.

Reader is vague - gender not specified, no specific house mentioned.

Song Link: The Ultracheese by Arctic Monkeys

Warnings: Mild bad language, mentions of Umbridge’s Black Quill (torture)

Word Count: 2k

Although I am using the Harry Potter universe as a basis for this story I do not support JK Rowling or her views.

“Fred Gideon Weasley!” a piercing shriek from Molly erupted through the bottom floor of the Burrow, as Fred skidded into the living room where you were sitting. You gave him a pointed look as she followed him through muttering about “…making my life so difficult, can you just give me one moment to RELAX, you’re old enough to know better at this age - both of you!” her voice rose at the end of her rant so that George could also get the gist from wherever he had run off to in the cramped house. Fred was chuckling as he plopped himself down beside you. He glanced at his long suffering mother as she took a couple of deep breaths, turned on her heel and left the room, but not before spitting out something about he and his twin being “…inconsiderate, childish…”.

Lifting up the crochet blanket you were sitting under, Fred attempted to weasel his way in beside you. He looked slightly hurt at Molly’s last comment, you captured his jaw in your hand carefully and turned it towards you

“Go and apologise to her. Bonus points if you can convince George to join you.”

“But it was only a-”

“Uh uh! I don’t wanna hear it, you know I’m right. It’ll make all three of you feel better. Go.”

He hung his head, knowing you were right yet wondering how he’d ever ended up falling so hopelessly in love with someone who had a tongue almost as sharp as his mother’s.

When he returned the crochet blanket was being held open for him and there was space for him to curl up beside you. He rested his head on top of yours, kissing your hair. “How come you always know how to get me out of trouble?” he mused as his hand crept round your shoulders to hold you closer to him.

“I’ve been practicing, one day I’ll share all I’ve learnt with you Freddie boy.” you replied dryly, but with a peck on his cheek afterwards.

And practicing you had been, for four years. You had always known it would be this way when you fell in love with Fred - your second ‘date’ was in detention for Godric’s sake. He and George had roped you into helping prank Filch, being as smitten as you were for the older twin you had accepted. Unfortunately, as the three of you hid behind a suit of armour Fred had tried to be smooth and brought the whole thing crashing down (literally).

“Good job darling, you can definitely join us again” he had whispered in your ear. Then as he reached a hand round your waist he knocked the armour, which as if it had an occupant, had jumped away from the three of you - still intact. The clatter of the armour alerted Mrs Norris, and when Filch came running there was no longer anything hiding you all from his beady stare.

That was how you came to be sitting in Professor Binns’ room on Thursday afternoon, with Fred attempting to flirt silently from a few desks away. The clock was counting down until dinner, which couldn’t come quick enough. Not only were you starving but you knew that Fred would no doubt bound up to you in the Great Hall later ready to talk your ear off about his newest invention to try and impress you. It was sweet really, to see him like such a lovesick puppy who never wanted to leave your side - you might even have made fun of him if it hadn’t made your heart rate increase and your face flush with heat.

For now, under the (not so) watchful eye of Professor Binns, he had to stick with writing notes and placing them on the desk between you as silently as he could.

The first note appeared blank until his handwriting scribbled out his message…

UH OH, SORRY ABOUT THIS! HOW CAN I EVER MAKE IT UP TO YOU?

Looking over you saw him pouting, bottom lip jutted out. Blushing, you just shrugged, trying to play it cool. He frowned and sent another note your way…

SATURDAY NIGHT HOT CHOCOLATE IN MY DORM? I’LL SNEAK YOU IN X

The words scrawled in front of you caused your cheeks to burn and your palms to sweat. All you could muster was turning to him and nodding. His retort of blowing you a kiss had you reeling, so much so you didn’t notice Professor Binns coughing quietly at the front of the room.

These shared detentions lost their appeal when Umbridge arrived at Hogwarts and started enacting her ‘stupid bloody toad rules’ as Fred called them. He worried about ever getting you in trouble with the nightmare clad in pink and forbade you from joining in on any pranks, or even helping out with Weasley Products. Umbridge had it in for you because of your link with the twins, even if you were perfectly polite and pleasant she would nitpick or accuse you of things you hadn’t done. This broke Fred’s heart, especially after the three of you first experienced that damn black quill. From then on, Fred was on high alert, the idea of that monster getting her hands on you again made him want to scream. Fifteen minutes into a dull Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson she had already pounced,“Weasley, see me after class.” she scolded, her tone clipped.

“But Professor I…” he had begun to exclaim, before she raised her arched brows

“Three of my second years this morning had to be excused due to illness… I know one of your ghastly concoctions was behind it.” she practically sang.

Fred knew the group of boys she was referring to, they had been saving up for Puking Pastilles in order to skive one of Umbridge’s lessons, and to be honest, he didn’t blame them. He said nothing, but a voice piped up from across the class. Horrified, he realised it was you.

“Professor, you can’t possibly blame Fred for that! What if there’s a bug going round? Or what if they bought the product from someone else?”

Umbridge tried to suppress a smile as she nodded along.

“I see, you can join Mr Weasley in detention, along with his brother. I’m assuming he is the ‘someone else’ you were referring to, Y/L/N?” she quipped, turning now to George. You groaned, looking over apologetically at George as that was definitely not the outcome you had hoped for. Fred had to clench his fist to stop from lashing out.

Back in the common room Fred was angry, the angriest you or George had ever seen him. “She’s a cow, a wretched cow. Y/N you shouldn’t have gotten involved, you know exactly what she’s going to do to you - do to all three of us. I can’t bear it.” This had you frowning, explaining you would rather go through that pain with him, and be there for him.

“NO! Don’t sacrifice yourself for me, if she hurts you Godric knows what I’ll do to her - and then what will happen? How can it possibly get any worse than bloody torture?”

All three of you were silenced by his outburst. He saw the stress in the lines in your forehead and the anguish in your eyes. Reaching out for you, he surrounded you in warmth. “Y/N, I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry. I shouldn’t have acted like that. I just hate to see you hurting, but I appreciate you always wanting to be there for me. I really do, love.”

The twins’ final day was one you would never forget. You’d only known about their plan for a few days - they couldn’t risk anyone finding out and putting a stop to it. Fred would definitely be happier away from Hogwarts and, more vitally, Umbridge. She would hopefully ease up on all of your unjustified detentions as well if they were no longer there to provoke her. In only a few short months you and Fred would be back to spending your days together, and he had big plans to save for your future away from Hogwarts. To him, this was simply preparation and planning (two things he excelled at if he did say so himself) for the rest of your lives.

The day arrived, standing outside the Great Hall you saw the excitement running through the twins. The morning had been blissful, Fred had snuck you both to Hogsmeade and you had relived one of your first dates. Then by the fire of the common room you had spoken about the future, and the plans that were just about to begin. After a bittersweet kiss, he had mounted his broomstick with George and kicked off the ground. Your heart soared watching him do what he did best, the chaos and joy of the scene surrounding you was enough to make you well up with pride. As the sparks rained down he caught your eye and winked. Umbridge’s uncontrollable fury was the perfect ending to your day as she stood seething amid the cheering, happy students. You made sure to describe it all in glorious detail in the owl you sent to Fred that same evening.

The worst ever trick pulled on you by Fred was the moment that you realised that sometimes fun and games weren’t always… well… fun and games. You two had spent the day together in the bedroom of the flat above the shop. In the morning he had a short meeting with George about work stuff. After that, he had returned to bed and the two of you had relaxed, sharing kisses, chatting nonsense and talking about life until you felt it was time to get up. Heading through to the kitchen you saw an unfamiliar potion bottle, “Freddie, what’s the new product?” you had shouted through before picking it up and sniffing it. Immediately your nose screwed up and you spluttered “eurgh, smells like Polyjuice potion!” turning to Fred, who was plating up breakfast using small flicks of his wand. “Are you allowed to sell this in the shop? Has someone tested it?” your brows pulled together. “Oh, love I must’ve forgotten to say - I’m testing it right now!”

“Freddie, what do you mean?” you looked over at him. That’s when you noticed, Fred’s small scar on his eyebrow was gone. In fact, upon closer inspection you weren’t looking at Fred, you were looking at George. As you frowned his eyes widened dramatically.

“Oh… its worn off.” whispered George as he stood infront of you, “We tried it out at the end of the meeting but it must have been an hour since then.”

“FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY YOU HAVE 5 MINUTES TO EXPLAIN YOURSELF BEFORE I BURN THE SHOP AND EVERYTHING IN IT TO THE GROUND!” you bellowed, rushing round the flat in an attempt to find the real Fred.

When you found him, he was doubled over laughing. “You can quit that! I’ve just spend the last hour cuddling your bloody brother you prick” you raged at him. He wiped tears of laughter from his eyes and tried, unsucessfully, to pull you into his arms.

“No Fred this is not funny, you can’t just use me as a test subject, you don’t get to mess with me like that. Have some respect!” you continued to shout.

“Darling, darling. The thing is… you weren’t cuddling my brother. We just planted the potion for you to find and swapped when we went into the kitchen, babe, It was me earlier!” Fred wheezed. He looked over at George who was standing in the doorway, caught between a terrified sort of trance at your reaction and a chuckle bubbling from his lips.

“Brother of mine, this was all very fun but please remind me never ever to try and trick Y/N ever again, that was really…scary.” he admitted.

“I know,” smiled Fred “wasn’t it brilliant!”

Back on the sofa in The Burrow, Fred couldn’t believe his ears “What do you mean by practicing?” he asked incredulously. You scoffed “You’ve been getting yourself, and sometimes me, in bother for four years now Fred. I had to adapt to survive!” he chuckled at this. “Ok fair play…” he whispered into your hair, leaning down to hover his lips over yours, “I’ve done some things that I shouldn’t have done… but I haven’t stopped loving you once.”

A/N: Please let me know if you enjoyed this story, my requests are currently open but please read the guidelines on my page first. Thanks for reading.

#fred weasley x reader #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley one shot #fred weasley fic #harry potter imagines #harry potter one shots #harry potter fic #fred weasley fluff #hp fic #hp imagine #hp one shot #fred weasley

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fortunaamajor · 4 years

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The Ultracheese (Fred Weasley)

Fred Weasley x Reader

This story is based on one of my favourite lyrics at the moment. It’s a mainly fluffy, cheesy but angsty in parts story of Fred and Reader reminiscing on their relationship.

Reader is vague - gender not specified, no specific house mentioned.

Song Link: The Ultracheese by Arctic Monkeys

Warnings: Mild bad language, mentions of Umbridge’s Black Quill (torture)

Word Count: 2k

Although I am using the Harry Potter universe as a basis for this story I do not support JK Rowling or her views.

“Fred Gideon Weasley!” a piercing shriek from Molly erupted through the bottom floor of the Burrow, as Fred skidded into the living room where you were sitting. You gave him a pointed look as she followed him through muttering about “...making my life so difficult, can you just give me one moment to RELAX, you’re old enough to know better at this age - both of you!” her voice rose at the end of her rant so that George could also get the gist from wherever he had run off to in the cramped house. Fred was chuckling as he plopped himself down beside you. He glanced at his long suffering mother as she took a couple of deep breaths, turned on her heel and left the room, but not before spitting out something about he and his twin being “...inconsiderate, childish...”.

“Go and apologise to her. Bonus points if you can convince George to join you.”

“But it was only a-”

“Uh uh! I don’t wanna hear it, you know I’m right. It’ll make all three of you feel better. Go.”

He hung his head, knowing you were right yet wondering how he’d ever ended up falling so hopelessly in love with someone who had a tongue almost as sharp as his mother’s.

“I’ve been practicing, one day I’ll share all I’ve learnt with you Freddie boy.” you replied dryly, but with a peck on his cheek afterwards.

For now, under the (not so) watchful eye of Professor Binns, he had to stick with writing notes and placing them on the desk between you as silently as he could.

The first note appeared blank until his handwriting scribbled out his message...

UH OH, SORRY ABOUT THIS! HOW CAN I EVER MAKE IT UP TO YOU?

Looking over you saw him pouting, bottom lip jutted out. Blushing, you just shrugged, trying to play it cool. He frowned and sent another note your way...

SATURDAY NIGHT HOT CHOCOLATE IN MY DORM? I’LL SNEAK YOU IN X

“But Professor I...” he had begun to exclaim, before she raised her arched brows

“Three of my second years this morning had to be excused due to illness... I know one of your ghastly concoctions was behind it.” she practically sang.

“Professor, you can’t possibly blame Fred for that! What if there’s a bug going round? Or what if they bought the product from someone else?”

Umbridge tried to suppress a smile as she nodded along.

“NO! Don’t sacrifice yourself for me, if she hurts you Godric knows what I’ll do to her - and then what will happen? How can it possibly get any worse than bloody torture?”

The worst ever trick pulled on you by Fred was the moment that you realised that sometimes fun and games weren’t always... well... fun and games. You two had spent the day together in the bedroom of the flat above the shop. In the morning he had a short meeting with George about work stuff. After that, he had returned to bed and the two of you had relaxed, sharing kisses, chatting nonsense and talking about life until you felt it was time to get up. Heading through to the kitchen you saw an unfamiliar potion bottle, “Freddie, what’s the new product?” you had shouted through before picking it up and sniffing it. Immediately your nose screwed up and you spluttered “eurgh, smells like Polyjuice potion!” turning to Fred, who was plating up breakfast using small flicks of his wand. “Are you allowed to sell this in the shop? Has someone tested it?” your brows pulled together. “Oh, love I must’ve forgotten to say - I’m testing it right now!”

“Oh... its worn off.” whispered George as he stood infront of you, “We tried it out at the end of the meeting but it must have been an hour since then.”

“No Fred this is not funny, you can’t just use me as a test subject, you don’t get to mess with me like that. Have some respect!” you continued to shout.

“Darling, darling. The thing is... you weren’t cuddling my brother. We just planted the potion for you to find and swapped when we went into the kitchen, babe, It was me earlier!” Fred wheezed. He looked over at George who was standing in the doorway, caught between a terrified sort of trance at your reaction and a chuckle bubbling from his lips.

“Brother of mine, this was all very fun but please remind me never ever to try and trick Y/N ever again, that was really...scary.” he admitted.

“I know,” smiled Fred “wasn’t it brilliant!”

Back on the sofa in The Burrow, Fred couldn’t believe his ears “What do you mean by practicing?” he asked incredulously. You scoffed “You’ve been getting yourself, and sometimes me, in bother for four years now Fred. I had to adapt to survive!” he chuckled at this. “Ok fair play...” he whispered into your hair, leaning down to hover his lips over yours, “I’ve done some things that I shouldn’t have done... but I haven’t stopped loving you once.”

A/N: Please let me know if you enjoyed this story, my requests are currently open but please read the guidelines on my page first. Thanks for reading.

#fred weasley x reader #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley fic #fred weasley one shot #harry potter imagines #harry potter one shots #harry potter fic #fred weasley fluff #hp fic #hp imagine #hp one shot

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didsomeonesaydaddydraco · 4 years

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Quiditch World Cup | Draco Malfoy one shot

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- You know, you might be known as the stone cold Slytherin Princess at Hogwarts, but you shouldn't be acting like one at home - my brother looked at me from across the dining table and tried to throw a piece of bread at me. Our Mom glared at him as a warning to behave at the table, but didn't say anything. She was too busy trying to follow dad's storytelling about his last trip with his friends - Would it really be that terrible to come to the Quiditch World Cup with me?

- You know that I'm not the biggest fan of that game - I rolled my eyes and continued playing with my salad. Summer outside of Hogwarts was a nightmare. At least for me. Our parents being gone for most of the time due to their jobs, I was left with my brothers for weeks - Besides, I really should be preparing for my fifth year.

- Oh bullshit - this time he aimed right, and hit me straight in the face with a slice of tomato. I automatically reached for my wind, but when I remembered that Mom banned magic during family time, I changed my mind and throw a handful of salad at him.

- Kids - Dad warned us again - Stop with this childish behaviour right now. Both of you are grownups if I recall it correctly. If you expect your Mother and I to treat you such as, I truly believe the least you can do in return is not playing with food like a bunch of toddlers.

- Sorry Dad - we both apologised.

- Y/N - Dad looked at me - You are going to the World Cup with Elvin and you are bringing Rune with you. Your Mother and I have a lot of work, besides, it won't kill you if you spend some quality time with your brothers.

I didn't argue back. I knew that he had the last word in these kind of questions, so I just finished my dinner is silence and went to my room. Before I went to sleep, Elvin and I planned our visit to the Quiditch World Cup and told Rune about it. He was so cute with his adorable smile and excited voice. He hasn't been to any World Cups before and being only 7, he was over the Moon when he realised he might going to see some real magic tomorrow. We might had been a pureblood family, but our parents were rather strict about wizardry at home. They wanted us to have a normal childhood as long as we could. Well, at least until we turned 11, and first Elvin that 4 years later I received our letters from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

*Next day at the World Cup*

Elvin and I held Rune's hand as tight as we could so he couldn't slip away and get lost in the sea of wizards, witches and other magical creatures. We stopped a couple of times to have a little chat with our friends and introduced Rune to them. He was happy to finally be at an event for the magic world. Elvin was happy because he could see his beloved Quiditch matches. And I was devastated because I had to be here. At some point, I left the boys behind and went on my own way to wander around the small village where the fans had their tents. When I thought my day couldn't be worse, I caught a glimpse of a very blond hair. Fortunately I could disappeared before he could see me.

Or at least I thought so.

- Are you hiding from me, Princess? – his tall frame appeared right in front of me and his signature scent of cologne mixed with peppermint hit my nose. I rolled my eyes, but failed to hide the small smile on my lips.

- I think we both know it’s impossible for me to hide from you, Malfoy – I stepped away before anyone who had known us from Hogwarts had the chance to caught is together – Somehow, you always find me..

- Oh yeah – he smirked down at me – But you could successfully hid all your letters…or you just didn’t want to send me any with your owl?

I pinched the bridge of my nose. Draco and I were the Slytherins’ IT couple. Well, the only problem was, we weren’t dating. Only shared a couple of night together, sneaked out of the Slytherin Dorm rooms when everyone was asleep and made out in the dark corridors of the School, or at our favourite spot, at the Astronomy Tower. We both agreed on one thing. We keep our relationship a secret from everyone.

- Was I supposed to send any? – I asked with a playful tone, but when he kept a straight face I sighed – Draco, we made a deal. We have fun, but no deep feelings. Besides, my brother would have found the letters. You know how gossipy he can be and we don’t really want people from school to find out so…

- You know – he took a step closer – Now I get the Ice Queen nickname – his voice was cold and it cut me like a knife – I have known you since our first year at Hogwarts. All these years, you swore that you didn’t care what others think or talk about you. But suddenly, when it comes to being in a relationship…no, no wait. Not go that far. When it comes to show any kind of emotion apart from being sassy, cold or mean, you suddenly care about those things. But I tell you something, Princess. Maybe you should get off of your high horse, put away your damn pride and realise that having feelings for someone is not something you should be ashamed of.

- Malfoy – I tried to say something, but he cut me off by pushing something in my hands.

- Or you would be ashamed being with me? – his voice was filled with pain and I saw the usual dangerous flame in his eyes fading away. He turned on his heels and left me there alone. It was the moment I realised, quite a few of our schoolmates gathered around us and tried to pretend like they weren’t eavesdropping.

Draco Malfoy wasn’t afraid to talk back to me. He wasn’t afraid to get into a heated argument with me. He wasn’t afraid to confront me. He wasn’t ashamed of hiding his feelings. And he was right. All these years, I tried to be someone they thought of me that I was, that I completely forget who I really was. I wanted to keep my reputation as the Slytherin House’s Princess, and I thought I could only do that if I turn off my emotions and turn into ice. I had no regrets, apart from one. I hurt the only person who could saw through my act.

- Oh for Salazar’s Sake – I looked down at the thing Draco had pushed into my hands. It was his Quiditch jersey, with his name and number 07 on it. It smelt exactly like him. I forgot there were friendly matches beside the stadium. Of course he was going to play. He loved that stupid game.

- Everything okay? – Elvin and Rune finally find me – Were you really fighting with that Malfoy boy…wait, is that his jersey?

I only smiled faintly at my brother, who was clearly confused. I speed walked towards the much smaller ring, where two teams were already warming up for a game, checking their brooms and talking about their new strategies. Elvin was running after me with Rune in his arms so he didn’t lose him again like last summer.

- What are you doing young lady? – he asked with concern in his voice when he saw me stripping down my shirt and replacing it with Malfoy’s jersey. By this moment, he totally lost control of the events happening around him. I bet he regret dragging me with him today.

- Trying to make the right thing for once in my life – I flashed him a smile and jumped over the cordon which separated the viewers from the players. There were a couple of minutes before the start of the match so I had to be quick.

Draco and his friends were standing the other side of the field, chatting and warming up. I felt nervous and I was afraid of throwing up in front of everyone, but I had to get over it. I shouldn’t care what people think or say. A sudden foreign feeling went through my body and I started to run towards that arrogant asshole.

- Malfoy – I shouted his name and he immediately looked at my voice’s direction. He had a confused expression on his face, but when he realised what I was wearing, he started to run towards me as well. We met at the middle of the field and when I reached him, I pulled him in for a kiss by his shirt. I missed his lips on mine. I missed his hands pulling my as close to his body as possible. I missed feeling his heartbeat against my chest. I missed feeling him smile during the kiss.

- You look really good in my jersey – he whispered in my ears and placed a soft kiss on my shoulder as he hugged me tightly – And not to mention, my name suits you very well, babe.

I laughed and shook my head at him. Arrogant asshole.

- Just for your information, I would never be ashamed of being with you – a played with his platinum blond hair at the back of his neck – Sorry for being a bitch. I hate to say it out loud, but you were right. I had to get off of my high horse. I need a man who can put me in my place sometimes.

- Lucky for you, I’m quite good at it – he winked at me.

- Speaking of it – I stood on my tippy toes and kissed him again, but this time with even more passion but not as quick – This is for a good luck – I placed another small kiss just under his ears – And if you win this game, you can get even luckier tonight.

That night, we both get lucky. They were incredible on the field and we were finally working on our relationship. Gossip flew around Hogwarts quickly, so when we get off the Hogwarts Express, everyone was talking about that day at the Quiditch World Cup. And the first night, we walked into the Great Hall with pride, determination and most importantly, with each other. Hand in hand. And in love.

#draco x reader #draco imagine #draco malfoy #one shot #harry potter #quditich #harry potter imagines #hogwarts

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hidden-behind-the-fourth-wall · 4 years

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But it’s snowing

Steve Rogers x F!Reader

Summary: Because the Tower can’t stay unsupervised during Christmas you are forced to stay and miss the family reunion. Byt not everything so bad after all.

Warnings: A bit (really just tiny bit) of angst, fluff.

A/N: And here comes my last (I hope) late challenge. This one is for one and only @justkending. Congratulations on your milestone! <3 You deserved that!

You loved winter. You remember always playing with your parents and brothers whenever it started to snow. You were all wearing tons of sweaters, the warmest gloves and spent hours outside, tossing snow at each other or making snowmen. After hours, when you were literally shaking out of cold, you would come back to the warm house met with your mom waiting for all of yous with hot chocolate and some cookies.

You just finished talking to your parents, apologising them for not coming for Christmas this year. Well… not like bad guys decided to behave, only because you’d like to eat some of that delicious turkey your dad always made.

You sighed and leaned down, shoving your head in your arms, with the solemn idea of all the food you will miss. You loved your job to bits. Catching the bad guys alongside some superhero handsome faces (and beautiful ones as well) was one of the coolest jobs. But at moments like that, you hated your job. You haven’t seen your family for a whole year and you were looking forward to this year’s holidays. You bought all the presents, which were now sitting in the corner of your room, laughing at you.

“You’re ok?” You looked up to meet the concerned look on your Captains face. You frowned and pouted and turned around, your back to him. You knew you were being childish, but he deserved it. He was the one who made you stay here in the Tower, while everyone else except the holy trinity of menace - him, Sam and Bucky - and you stayed in the damn Tower.

“We’re gonna need you. Not even Bucky can shoot like you.” You should feel proud when he said that, but all you felt was disappointment for not being able to spend that time with your family.

“Come one, sweetheart, is this how its gonna be now?” He finally asked, walking into your room and closing the doors. Something you should have done before. You still kept your back to him and huffed, to underline how mad you are at him. “You know if I could I wouldn’t keep you. But you know the rules... We work in four people teams and you work perfectly with us… If someone attacks the Tower we will be able to work perfectly together…” You could hear the pain and sorry in his voice and you were so close to turn around and tell him it was ok. But no… You will be strong! “We were thinking…”

“Oh no…” You mumbled, making him chuckle. It was never good when the three of them were making a plan. It was even worse when they all agreed on something. Bucky and Sam agreeing was not a good sign. Hell no. “Should I be scared?” He smiled, happy for you to finally talk to him.

“We know how much you love Christmas and how much you hate it that you can’t spend it with your family…”

“I wonder whose fault that is!” He sighed and bit his lip, trying not to roll his eyes. He hated when you were acting like a kid. You were definitely spending too much time with Tony and Clint.

“How about we make our special little Christmas?” You turned around, definitely surprised to hear that. “We have already ordered food, so if you agree we can start the preparations tomorrow… I mean if you don’t want to, we…” But he didn’t finish when you jumped and hugged him, smiling like a little girl. It didn’t take Steve long to circle his arm around your waist, pulling you to him. Those parts were his favourite in this friendship between the two of you. You gave the best hugs. “Does that mean I’m forgiven?”

“Only if you help me sending those gifts to my family.” He smiled and nodded, happy to see you smile again.

“I think I know how to stir a damn sauce, Wilson!” Bucky growled, already annoyed with Sam’s complaining.

“Well, apparently no… If you stir too fast…”

“Sam, Bucky…” You exhaled, giving them the most disappointed look. “I put you two on different things, for this not to happen. Bucky, you’re doing great. Sam stop being a whiny bitch!” You grinned at him when he sends you one of his evil looks.

“I’m not sure that’s a language suitable for a lady”, Steve whispered at you, helping you to shove vegetables into turkey’s ass.

“Well, good thing I ain’t a lady then, Rogers”, you winked at him and he couldn’t help but chuckle. “Ok, close him up and he’s ready for tomorrow!” You exclaimed happily, taking a bite of the carrot from what was left of the turkey’s filling. “We have mashed potatoes, turkey, two extra types of meat, three sauces, a lovely apple pie made by one and only Sam Wilson”, he bowed making you laugh. “Oh and salmon as well.” You jumped excitedly.

Steve couldn’t help but smile warmly at your behaviour. On the field or the training mat you were forceful, merciless, the best sniper he met, and he worked with Bucky a lot. You didn’t blink twice to kill whoever would frighten your friends. And here you were. Acting like a complete kid. It has always been like that. When the mission finished you changed completely. You were this happy talkative, charming and flirting, beautiful woman. Yes. Flirting. He tried not to. But he noticed how your little flirting was a bit more than little with him. Started from talks, smiles and looks, and ended up in touches. He would lie to himself if he said he didn’t like it. He did. Very much indeed.

“Stevie?” Oh, this little nickname you gave him. It was always filled with love. Softness and something he never heard from anyone else before. Oh, how he loved hearing it from you. “Are you back?”

“Back?” He frowned, just now realising that everyone except you and him left the kitchen.

“You went somewhere. In your head, sweety. I called you a couple of times,” You chuckled seeing his confused look. “Never mind. I’m off to bed. We have a long day tomorrow,” you smiled at him and leaned in to give him a kiss on his cheek. “Have a good night, Captain.” You winked knowing quite well what this does to him. You caught him ones inhaling deeply when you called him like that after the mission, and you never forgot about it.

“Goodnight doll.” He sighed, shaking his head in disbelieving. Oh, he was screwed. Very screwed.

There were not many times Steve Grant Rogers was surprised and unable to react quickly enough. There was really not many things that would be able to surprise him. But a woman's body, throwing herself into his bed, jumping like a 5 years old child at 4:35 in the morning was one of those things.

“Jesus, doll!” He grumbled when you tried to wake him up by calling his name and pushing his shoulder. “What happened?” He asked lazily, realizing that nothing bad happened, by the big smile on your lips. “Let me sleep.”

“It’s snowing, Stevie!” He growled and turned towards you in a complete shock.

“You woke me up. On my day off at 4:35 to tell me it’s snowing? Thanks, doll, you can go back to bed. This is what I’m gonna do!” He was about to turn around and close his eyes once again when you caught his hand and started to pull him from the bed.

“But it’s snowing!” You exclaimed visibly annoyed he does not understand. “First snow of the year. Come on!” He took a deep breath and stopped in the middle of the room, making you halt as well. After all, he was a super soldier, way stronger than you would ever be.

“Doll! Just stop for a second and think how stupid this whole situation is…” You looked up at him and he sighed. You were biting your lip nervously. After a while, your gaze landed on the floor and he could no longer feel your warm touch on his wrist. “I hope you didn’t wake no one else…” He yawned and smiled softly at her.

“I’m sorry.” He frowned hearing your broken voice. “I… I really love snow and I wanted to enjoy the first flakes with you... “ His eyes widened at your confession. And he was sure his heart skipped a beat or two. “I… I’m sorry. “ You smiled at him, but he was sure it wasn’t real. Before he was able to react you left the room, closing the doors at his face.

And then it hit him. The memory. From one of the days, you were happily talking to him about your family traditions.

“Watching the first snow together started when I joined SHIELD and didn’t have that much time to spend with my family.” You started cheerfully, smiling at the solemn idea of those times with the people you loved so much. “So we decided that no matter what, no matter where we are, or what we do, we would call each other and look at the snow.” You chuckled. “It’s really personal you know? Snow is something I love deeply and I think that’s why it's so special for me. If I ask someone to join me, this would probably be my kind of confession.” You laughed out loud. “It’s stupid right?”

“Fuck!” He cursed under his voice. Quickly putting some clothes on, a coat, hat, some gloves and a scarf he ran to one place he was sure to find you. The roof. He was such an idiot. How could he screw this up?

“It’s beautiful, right?” he stopped hearing your voice. There you were sitting on the edge of the room, looking at the city. He frowned hearing other voices. It was then he noticed a phone in your hand. “It’s fine. The guys are amazing you know? We are making Christmas dinner tomorrow.”

“Oh, that’s adorable, sweety.” Your mother, what he assumed spoke. She had the same soft voice as you did. He could feel the longing for his only girl and he immediately felt bad for making you stay here. “How about Captain Rogers? I thought you’d ask him to join you for the show.” He froze and swallowed. Was he hearing right? Were you planning on asking him to join you for a while?

“It’s fine… Am… He couldn’t.” You lied, not wanting to go into any details. “He’s…”

“A complete idiot!” You jumped hearing a voice behind you, almost dropping the phone. “A complete, utter moron!”

“Is this Captain America?” a what seemed to be a teenage voice called out. “Can I talk to him, sis?”

“I’ll call you all back.” And not waiting for an answer you ended the phone, staring at the man in front of you. “What… What are you doing here?”

“It's snowing.” He smiled, walking towards you. “I’m such a blockhead!” He chuckled and cupped your cheeks with his gloved hands.” You leaned into his touch, so happy to have him here. “I’m sorry, doll!” You shook your head and hugged him, burying your head in his coat.

“I’m happy you came…” You whispered and not thinking about anything you leaned in and kissed him softly. “Look, Stevie, it’s snowing!” He chuckled, and kissed you back, thanking whatever gods there were, that you chose him to show the first snow.

#justkendingwritingchallenge #Steve Rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x y/n #christmas #but its snowing #Bucky Barnes #sam wilson #You #reader #fanfiction #marvel #MCU fanfiction

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luhlust · 4 years

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Dating GOM's Sister!

Anime: Kuroko no Basuke

Overview: Headcanons about GOM (Aomine, Akashi, Kise, Kuroko, and Midorima) having a younger sister who is dating one of them!

Note: Sorry I didn't include Murasakibara! I just got really lazy. :(

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Aomine Daiki

"I'll give you what you ever desire, break up with my sister." Akashi offered, glaring at his former tanned teammate. "Sei-nii! That's it! We're leaving." You forcefully removed Akashi's grip on your shoulder, having a silent eye battle as you slammed the door on his face. Akashi did not support you relationship, not even a bit.

Aomine is known to be a player, a pervert, and a lazy man. How could Akashi let his sister fall inlove with him? Akashi just wants the best for his sister. After a year of having a hot and cold relationship with your brother, Aomine knocked some sense into him. Needless to say, Akashi was impressed and saw no more reason to object seeing how his friend's true intention.

"I'm glad you're not the same as your brother." Aomine confesses. Although you are very identical to your older brother, you were the exact opposite of him in terms of personality. You were outgoing and emotionally-driven. Aomine did not see you for your wealth, achievements, or anything! He saw you for you, that made you fall for him despite being mean to you during the first meeting.

You were waiting for your brother so the both of you could go home together. When the gym doors ooen, you dashed towards the entrance, bumping into what seemed like a wall to you but it was actually Aomine. When you looked up, you felt chills run up to your spine, the way he glared at you, it was horrifying.

"How long are you going to sit down, brat? Move."

After that, you kept following him and pestering him even if he gave you mean comments that made you cry. Whenever you cry, Aomine panics. He'd scratch his head and say sorry multiple times, cursing, he'll offer a hug. "Stop crying or I'll kiss you." This just made you want to cry harder.

You'll help Aomine in his study and reprimands him for skipping practices. You're the only one who is allowed to correct him and he's the only one who can bully you.

If you ever did get bully, you have bodyguards ready to protect you in command, a scary powerful brother, and a tall tanned boyfriend built like he's ready to fight.

Aomine will never try to make you uncomfortable. He respects you even if he makes sexual comments, he would never push you to do something you don't like to do. That's how much he treasures you.

"(y/n), where's my kiss?" He grinned at you, bending down so you were at the same height. Rolling your eyes, he always asks for kisses before the game which you thought was very cute of him to do. Without hesitation, you kissed his lips. "Go get them, Dai-kun."

Akashi Seijuro

Dating Murasakibara's sister is not something anyone would expect from him. You are reckless, bold, and most of all childish! The complete opposite of Akashi! People can't help but question how you managed to soften the merciless captain of Rakuzan.

"Sei-kun!" Everytime you see your significant other, you would pounce on him, hugging his well-built frame. Akashi would glare at those who would stare, telling them to look away just by staring straight to their eyes.

Akashi would always give you sweets but scolds not only you, but your brother too when you both had too much. "(y/n), I love you but no. I already booked you an appointment." Akashi is persistent to have you attend a dentist appointment atleast once a month to ensure you don't develop any cavities.

When it comes to your brother, he does not really care who you date as long as they treat you well and you're happy but he is really relieved you're dating Akashi. That does not mean he won't crush him when he makes you cry.

People ridicule your relationship, especially the higher class who wants Akashi for their own benefits. Sometimes they go to the extent of hiring people to hurt you, ending up with a failure. There are several perks of having a tall brother who is excellent in basketball, one is he can easily scare of whoever is bothering you, second, you know how to defend yourself when needed.

Whenever those stuck-up bitches shows up, you can't help but show your devilish side. "Eh, I don't care. Get out of my way, bitch." Youmd play with your lollipop, staring down at the crying girl, yelling she'd sue you after you humiliated her.

Akashi will feel proud whenever you stood up for yourself, placing a soft kiss on your forehead and you'd immediately linked your arms around his neck. "Sei-kun, I'm starving~"

He'll always eat you with you, this is somehow like your love language towards one another. You sometimes even go to his school just to eat your bento that you prepared for him. His team is jealous on how a sweet and cute girl ended up dating Akashi.

They are always surprised to see Akashi showing subtle affections. Teasing him about you is a death sentence despite the fluttery feeling in his stomach. Flirting with you? That's a different story.

"(y/n), what am I going to do with you?" Akashi sighed, a smile forming on his lips. You were sleeping on the bleachers and it made him want to carry you home and skip practice but he knows you'll get mad at him if he did. He grabbed his jacketand covered your defense-less state, planting a chaste kiss on your lips. Little did he know, you were actually awake. "Ooh, I didn't know Sei-kun's a pervert!" He would ruffle your hair. "You dare to misbehave, huh? I might have to teach you a lesson, love."

Kise Ryouta

Kise is not really fond of Aomine. Sure they are friends friends but he still had grudges against him. So seeing you, beating the shit out of Aomine, that was something extraordinary. The way the sun highlighted your tanned skin and dark blue hair, Kise fell for you at first sight.

"(y/n)-cchi! I bought you some cake!" Kise always bothered you, he was clingy and chatty. You were annoyed at him at first, who wouldn't? Kise followed you everywhere like some kind of lost puppy! He cried easily was too noisy, yet when a week went by and he was no where to be found, you felt sad. You somehow missed his presence, that's when you realised, you too were inlove with him.

"(y/n)-cchi? What are you doing here..?" Kise did not expect to see you. It was raining heavily and you were drenched from head to toe. Kaijou just lost to Seirin, Kise was feeling down for his first loss. All his own issues faded when you grabbed him by his collar, pressing your lips against his.

Kise's eyes widened, you pulled away, placing your hands on both sides of his face. "Who told you to leave me alone? Huh?! Can't you see I like you too?" He blinked, several times, unable to register what just happened.

"Eh...Ehhhh?!"

Kise became 1000x more clingy after that.

His fangirls are difficult to handle. They always picked a fight on you, saying how you do not meet the Kise's standards. You don't give a fuck of whatever they say about you, you actually enjoy how they cowered in fear and bite back their words whenever you'd look at them with a smirk.

One thing that pissed you off though is when they made nasty comments about your boyfriend. You stopped in your tracks, fist clenched, you turned back, launching your fist towards the girl. She screamed and closed her eyes, waiting for the impact, you stopped your fist an inch away from her face. She fell on the floor, her friends made a run for it.

"Aplogise, bitch." She apologised immediately before scampering away, you'd sigh. "Such a pain in the ass.."

Kise knows about your "little fights" since Kasamatsu actually witnessed the whole thing. He feels honored and proud that his girlfriend stood up for him, your cuts and bruises on the other hand angered him. Kise always made sure to keep you out of trouble after that.

Kise is the only one who can calm you down, only one who can make you smile and act stupid. Your his partner in crime, his princess and his knight, he is very grateful to have you.

Despite how strong you can be, Kise can also fight for you if needed. You need him more than he needs you, without him, everything is off balance.

Aomine bullies him more now that he's your boyfriend.

"(y/n)-cchi! Aomine-cchi is being mean to me!"

"DAMN IT DAIKI! LEAVE HIM ALONE!"

When the two of you are together, that's the only time you are vulnerable. In his arm you feel safe, he felt like home.

"I love you, dumbass."

Kuroko Tetsuya

The whole Seirin team was stunned to see you, sitting on one of the bleachers absorbed in your phone. Kagami's eyes widened, he recognises you! "S-She's (y/n)! A model in the US!" He exclaimed, making the rest more confused on why someone like you is in their gym right now. Even Riko could not dare to get closer, everyone stood frozen once you glanced at them, staring at them one by ine before your face lit up.

You stood up, smiling widely, before waving. "Kuro-tan! I missed you!" Kuroko coughed, excusing himself as he pass through the crow, greeting you with open arms which you gladly run into. "(y/n)-chan, you didn't tell me you were arriving today."

You would explain to the whole team that you're Kuroko's girlfriend and confirm that you are a model from the US. One thing that caught the team off guard is when Riko asked you if you were somehow related to Kise Ryouta.

"Kise..? Ryou-nii? Yes he's my brother."

The team bombarded you with questions, you were now getting slightly overwhelmed by them. You held out to your boyfriend looking at him teary eyed, he immediately know what you're feeling. "Everyone, you're scaring (y/n)-chan."

Once everything died down, you watched their practice, cheering for your cute boyfriend with Nigou. After practice, Kuroko and you would eat at Majii Burger, catching up and deep talks.

That's where you confessed that you won't go back to the US anymore and transfer to his school. You resigned from your position in the entertainment industry and will now focus on being a (career choice) instead.

Kuroko is the type of boyfriend who is kind of like a dog, he is super loyal to you and no matter what you do as long as it doesn't hurt anyone around you or you, he supports. He may be seen as emotionless but to you, he show all kinds of emotions, love, happiness, jealousy, and he gets super cute when embarrassed.

You always cling on to him, yelling his name with love everytime you see him, crying easily and him comforting you everytime. The team takes a like to you too, you're not really that difficult to get along with.

Riko would ask for help in their training regimen, Kagami also likes hanging out with the two of you (he'll get angry when you get too pda and overbearing though). Overall, you were like their cute little sister who they protect.

So whenever someone gets close to you, as you are famous with both boys and girls, they'll spring inti action and help you out.

You may not be as strong as others mentally and physically, you won't back down when the people you love are messed upon.

When Hanamiya glared at Kuroko, you glared 1000x harder than him. Especially when they hurt , oh you knew you had to talk to him, you stomped your way to their side of the court. You put your best smile, calling him out. "Hanamiya-san, can I shake your hand. I am a fan."

He would snicker, holding out his hand with a few flirty remarks. When you grabbed his hand though, you crushed it using all your strength and he whimpered in pain. Hanamiya cursed, holding his hand. "Oops, did I squeezed too hard?"

He was ready to fight you but seeing several eyes on him, the whole GOM, and Seirin team watching him, he decided not to push further.

Kuroko would scold you though, flicking your forehead before kissing it.

3 words. Best. Boyfriend. Ever.

One thing you hated was sharing Kuroko with your brother. "Ryou-nii! We're supposed to make out now! Get out!"

Midorima Shintaro

A Tsundere and a Phantom, what a perfect couple. Kidding. Midorima never thought about dating, the idea of love is not something he minded but when you spiked the ball directly into his face and breaking his glasses, he fell for you, literally.

"Oh, Midorima-kun, sorry!"

Just like your brother, Kuroko, you don't have a lot of presence. He actually taught you how to master misdirection which is a useful skill in your sport, Volleyball. It just happened that you're enrolled in Shutoku and was practicing your one-man spike while he walked into the court.

After that, you kept talking to him. You did not have a lot of friends except for your teammates and you saw Midorima as like your second brother.

Midorima would never admit that he likes you until Takao began to get close to you.

"(y/n)-san, Ilikeyounandayo."

You'd tease him with Takao, copying the way he acts. You'll learn more about horoscopes and oh asa and would always surprise him infront of his house with his lucky item for the day.

Although Midorima is not affectionate, he'll try his best to make you feel that he loves you in his own little way. He would even learn to play volleyball just to play with you. He's a great setter!

Your go to dates would be study hubs, museums, and stargazing.

Since you're very small compated to him, Midorima likes to hold your hand just so you won't get lost. "Shintaro, we're the only ones here." He'd flinched and stammer upon realising you are the only one walking around the park.

Kuroko knows your dating ever since the first day. Kuroko is always there to listen to your rants about your day so it is not a surprise when he sees Midorima eating with your family, stiff like a rock.

"Midorima-kun? Are you okay?" He asked and all of the eyes are now own Midorima who just wanted to crawl to a hole and never come back.

You would go to all his games, offering him a towel. He'll get startled whenever you show up out of the blue though. Takao always teases the two of you which ends up into Midorima beating him up.

Dating Midorima as Kuroko's sister is plain chill, no drama or anything. Both are honest and mindful.

Getting used to hanging out with 2 phantoms would be something he needs to get used to.

"(y/n)?! WHERE'D YOU GO?"

"Shintaro, I'm right infront of you."

#kuroko no basuke #kuroko's basketball #knb scenarios #knb boyfriend #kuroko tetsuya #akashi seijuro #midorima shintaro #aomine daiki #kise ryouta #anime #knb

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missnight0wl · 4 years

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MC was supposed to attempt casting Crucio on Rakepick in the Portrait Vault

First of all, this post IS NOT about that MC should’ve used it because Rakepick deserved it for betraying Jacob, torturing Merula, and whatnot. For one, I still believe that Rakepick didn’t do anything to Jacob (except maybe helped him). For two, in this scenario, Merula wouldn’t even be tortured, so…

Secondly, this idea comes from @wilhelminafujita And the more we discussed it together, the more sense it made for the overall story. Therefore, I decided to collect it all in one post. I tweaked it ever so slightly, but credit goes to her <3

I’ll point out the events from year 5 foreshadowing such scenario, I’ll propose how Y5Ch30 should be changed according to that, and how those changes actually make more sense for things happening in year 6. But first, let me tell you why, in my opinion, the events from the Portrait Vault in their current form simply are not good storytelling. Also, spoilers up to Y6Ch14.

About Rakepick and Merula

Rakepick’s talk when she was torturing Merula in the Portrait Vault could be summarised as: “I’m tired of pretending that I like you so now I’m gonna relieve my frustration”. And you know what, it’s not uncommon theme accompanied by the reveal of a villain (I had to pretend to care about you, but it was only about money/information etc.). The thing is that it just doesn’t work in that case.

First of all, as far as we know, Rakepick had absolutely no reason to care about gaining Merula’s trust (or Bill’s, or anyone’s for that matter). This is what really bothers in Y5Ch30. Merula didn’t tell Rakepick any important secret information, she didn’t give her any important object. And if she did, but we just don’t know about it yet – we really should. Because otherwise, the whole trust aspect serves only to make the betrayal more emotionally devastating which is plain stupid. Especially that Rakepick was always portrayed as a very practical, goal-oriented person.

The second problem here is that Rakepick didn’t even spend much time or effort on making Merula believe she likes her. Seriously, it was maybe… like a week? Let’s look at what we know about their relationship from the beginning. Because at first, Merula was actually among people who thought Rakepick is suspicious (Y4Ch2):

Their first actual interaction we saw was in Y4Ch4 when Rakepick met with a group of students involved previously with the Cursed Vaults. She asked MC then who should be her apprentice, and if we chose Bill…

Maybe it’s just me, but I find her choice of wording quite interesting, considering that Merula is a Slytherin and it feels like a suggestion that she might be not ambitious enough. A bit stingy… Though not as much as Rakepick’s reaction if we chose to duel Merula during the second meeting within the same chapter:

Rakepick definitely wasn’t impressed by Merula. Yet, if we borrow Merula’s broom in Y4Ch5, we learn that they work together:

It’s brought up again in Y4Ch6, no matter whose broom you borrowed (meaning that MC had to learn about it off-screen, I assume).

Their cooperation is confirmed in Y4Ch11:

We don’t really see much of how they’re relationship actually look like, though. They don’t interact with each other on the screen after Y4Ch4. The closest to tell us anything is Merula’s line from the Pepperup Potion class (Y4Ch11):

Though it’s not very reliable either as it’s typical behaviour for Merula when she admires someone (for example, she often says that she’s Snape’s favourite when his behaviour not always confirms that, and he definitely likes Penny – and probably Chiara – more).

Then comes year 5 and our first DADA class where Rakepick wasn’t particularly impressed with Merula’s childish sense of humour:

We also had our first apprentices' meeting where Rakepick admittedly acknowledged Marula’s value:

… but we also had this:

… which is interesting because it came back a little later:

And again, perhaps it’s just me, but I sense some mockery here. However, it didn’t really seem to discourage Merula. She still thought of Rakepick rather highly, we can also suspect that they still worked without MC (for example, it was Merula who told MC that Rakepick is looking for the Marauder’s Map in year 5 – even though technically MC knew about it already from year 4). All of that despite the fact that Rakepick never really praised or compliment Merula much. And maybe the most interesting example of that, in my opinion, is when you compare the scene where Rakepick saved us in Knockturn Alley between different companions.

- for Jae:

- for Bill:

- for Merula:

She didn’t even bother to say a single nice word about Merula. And Jae isn’t even among her “chosen ones”! Now, I’m not saying that she hated the girl from the beginning. She made her one of her apprentices, after all. And while I do think it was mostly practical decision (so Merula wouldn’t disturb MC like she did in previous years), I also believe Rakepick was somewhat concerned about not letting Merula die. I mean, Merula never got too close to the Vaults on her own, but when she once overtook MC in year 1 and entered the Icy Room first, she immediately got stuck in the cursed ice. You can say that Rakepick didn’t want Merula to die before the right time or whatever, but either way, she didn’t take her to the group to make Merula feel special. Rakepick herself never acted in a way that could make her feel that. She was never shy to show that she’s just not very impressed by Merula in general. As for Merula, she was seeking for Rakepick’s acceptance, yes (as she does with people of power: Snape, Dumbledore), but it wasn’t blind admiration like we’ve seen by the end of year 5. In fact, I’d say that there was a point when Merula became far less idealising about her mentor.

Y5Ch12:

Merula knows that her parents weren’t great at parenting, she even says a chapter earlier in Knockturn Alley:

That line doesn’t mean: “Rakepick is like a mother to me”. It means: “The last person who said that valued her ideology above me”.

Y5Ch15:

She was pretty quick to throw suspicion in Jacob’s room, especially that the Weasley brothers also have rather long red hair.

Y5Ch16:

It sounds more like pointing out Rakepick’s arrogance than showing admiration.

Now, let’s take a look at Y5Ch27, right before we went to Binns to learn from him about dragons, and Merula asked:

If MC answers that it’s because Rakepick trusts them, this is her reaction:

Notice that she talks about herself AND Bill – she sees all three of them as a group. She didn’t say anything like: “Rubbish! She should tell me, not you!”. In the very same chapter (Y5Ch27), Rakepick also taught us the Conjunctivitis Curse:

Merula showed critical thinking towards Rakepick, Rakepick was kind of dismissive towards Merula. Yet, in the next chapter (Y5Ch28), we have this:

And I have to ask again: what are you talking about, girl? Like… where did it come from, exactly? The only possible explanation is that something had happened between those two chapters that made Merula think so, but the problem is that the story implies that there was no break. In Y5Ch27, Rakepick told us to come back to her after we talk to Kettleburn, and that chapter ends with Kettleburn. Then Y5Ch28 is dedicated to Merula because she’s scared before the Vault so she doesn’t want to go to Rakepick immediately – meaning that there just couldn’t have been too much time in between. So… what gives? Rakepick’s behaviour towards her didn’t change that much in that chapter yet.

Sure, she had her “Never apologise (…)”, but she started with scolding Merula and she was pissed off. But then, we have Y5Ch29 and this scene when we were choosing the fourth person (Penny or Charlie):

… and let me stop you here, Patricia, because WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?! She DID question your judgement about a blinded dragon still being able to hurt people just days ago! Later in that chapter, Rakepick continues to praise Merula over nothing:

… and the best thing is that for some reason, MC goes along with it!

HOW?! How, you stupid child, did you come to such conclusion? Are you just repeating what Merula told you? Are you really incapable of independent thinking and realising that NOTHING before, during almost two years suggested that?

After arriving at the Vault, Rakepick butters Merula up once more:

... and nobody questions that Rakepick’s attitude towards her made a 180 degrees change in a matter of days.

I really can’t look emotionally at what happened in the Portrait Vaults because nothing about Rakepick and Merula adds up. I’m just upset because of how little sense it makes. The whole torture scene tries to use something that was never even built up.

There were, however, some bases for a different course of events that ended up pretty much meaningless.

Foreshadowing with no real payoff

Let’s start with Ben as his character is quite important for the whole discussion. Year 5 for Ben was about becoming braver, and it’s something that started already in Y5Ch1 when he covered MC with his own body when they were attacked by the Red Cloak. He did it, even if moments earlier MC said that they don’t trust him.

We can also say with no doubt that one of the reasons behind his will to change was MC.

Y5Ch7:

Y5Ch9:

Y5Ch16 (before Rakepick broke MC’s wand):

Y5Ch19:

Y5Ch20:

Then, of course, it became much more prominent by the end of the year (though, it’s also kind of weird because Ben had spent most of the year wanting to be braver, yet, in Y5Ch27, he suggests that it’s only the recent chaos for Peeves that caused that change – but that’s a topic for a different discussion…).

Y5Ch27:

Y5Ch29:

Another important foreshadowing was with Rakepick, and I’m talking here mostly about two scenes. The first one is after she showed MC the Cruciatus Curse for the first time in Y5Ch19:

The second, right before MC had to choose a person to accompany them to the Portrait Vault in Y5Ch29, which I mentioned already:

With all of that in mind, let’s try to fix Y5Ch30.

How it should’ve looked (more or less)

This is just my proposition based on the things I listed above. I do think that it’d be better than what Jam City released, but I also assume that they could come up with something even more interesting, considering that they know the future plot.

Anyway, the chapter could’ve looked pretty much the same until the moment when MC opens the Legilimency door. The kids want to go inside, and then:

Instead of knocking them down instantly, Rakepick tells them that she’ll go first because it can be dangerous.

MC protests, but both Merula and Bill take Rakepick’s side. This is the least I’d expect to see when it comes to their trust being used in Rakepick’s favour. Everyone argues for a while.

Eventually, Rakepick loses patience and uses Petrificus Totalus on everyone except MC and Ben. When she tries to attack MC, Ben pushes us away and takes the spell on himself, keeping his promise that if Rakepick tries anything, he’ll help us (Y5Ch16) and proving that he’s braver.

Rakepick decides that Ben will be her victim. She warned us that if something happens, it’ll be MC’s fault because they made a choice – and even though she was talking about the choice between Charlie and Penny, MC was the one to decide that Ben joined us, too. She says that she’ll kill Ben as she was instructed to do so. Perhaps she even starts saying Avada --

MC is filled with rage, despair and fear. They’ve just learnt that Rakepick betrayed first Jacob, then them. They don’t know if Jacob is alive. After all, Beatrice was getting weaker and weaker in the portrait, and Jacob was trapped for years. In a desperate attempt to save their friend, they cast Crucio on Rakepick – validating her “Never say never” and mirroring Harry using the curse on Bellatrix after she killed Sirius in the Order of the Phoenix.

It doesn’t really work - just like in Harry’s case - but it stops Rakepick, and Ben doesn’t get hurt. She falls, but then she laughs. She reminds MC of their lesson in Knockturn Alley. She adds something about R and disapparates.

The rest of the chapter could remain pretty much the same. And we could stop at that – just a bunch of missed opportunities to make the story more interesting and sensible. However, I genuinely believe that a scenario close to the one I proposed WAS the original plan, and it was changed quite late in development. So late that the writers were already working on year 6 and didn’t manage to do proper changes.

The events post-Vault

The first thing I want to discuss is about MC. It’s not really big, but I feel it says a lot. In Y6Ch4, Dumbledore asks MC about their feelings:

… and if you choose “I’m afraid”, MC says:

… but it doesn’t really make sense that MC feels that way. Yes, Rakepick herself was claiming in the past that they’re similar, but she abandoned it pretty much half-way through year 4. Then, in the Portrait Vault, we also had this:

… but honestly, it’s total bullshit. Rakepick couldn’t pick an argument that would be more untrue. MC talks ALL THE TIME how everything they do is about Jacob, very often without the player’s choice, so how anyone is supposed to believe otherwise? She could’ve played on their guilt that they’re using other people! Anything! It really feels like not a well-thought-out hot-fix in comparison to the situation where MC would try to use Crucio. It’d be a real reason for MC to think that they might be like Rakepick.

Now, let’s move to the main point: Ben. Or rather New Ben. To be clear, I don’t think that Ben’s change doesn’t make sense. Either way, he experienced trauma, and I can see where he’s coming from. But that being said, I believe that his transformation would make more sense if he was “the victim”. And yes, I think it supports the idea that it was the original plan. Ben’s change is also apparently crucial for his character and for the plot, therefore they had to push it somehow, resulting in something that not always is clear. But let’s start from the beginning. In Y5Ch32, Ben talks about being invincible:

… but again, it just… doesn’t really make much sense. I mean, it makes some sense. But it’d be more understandable if Ben actually avoided dying, like in “Rakepick was about to kill him”. Anyone could feel invincible after literally escaping death. And Ben’s friendship quiz even mentions this particular fear!

The changed scenario also explains better Ben wanting to be MC’s protector. Yes, MC was his first friend and a person to believe in him, and all. But their relationship went through a lot. And depending on the player’s choices, MC could be not supportive at all towards Ben during year 5 (and even earlier). In that case, Ben wanting to protect MC is a bit out of nowhere. It’d be much more expected if MC saved him from Rakepick. Ben could see that as “repaying debt” but also kind of redemption after he wasn’t fully successful in the Vault. I wouldn’t necessarily change his behaviour, he’d still feel the need to prove he’s braver because technically, he still didn’t do much – at least in his eyes. But it’d be more obvious why it is that way.

Another person whose behaviour would be more understandable is Charlie. He’d still feel helpless, but it’d be about two of his actual friends who were in serious danger, so of course, he’d consider leaving to Romania. Not to mention that it’d add more emotional weight to the fallout of his friendship with Ben.

Hell, even Ben sending Cedric to protect MC in Y6Ch14 could’ve been less ridiculous. If they’d approach it properly, they could’ve created the atmosphere of “unspoken fear” that if left alone, MC could go full evil and start casting the Unforgivable Curses on people. I know that Cedric is just stupid fanservice and there’s not much more behind it either way, but it could be used at least a little better!

Last but not least, it’d be a pretty great opportunity to finally do something with Merula. And again, her behaviour in year 6 wouldn’t have to be changed, but the narrative behind it would be so much more compelling. If they included the plot where Rakepick actually uses Merula’s trust – to gain information, to have Merula defend her, whatever – Merula would still have a very real reason to feel betrayed and to want revenge. The difference would be that we - as players - would know that she doesn’t do it only for herself. Because before going to the Portrait Vault, Merula did see herself as a part of the group. I’d still change some things about her in those last chapters, but we had that moment in Y5Ch27 where she put herself on the same level as Bill, for example. We also had this scene in Y5Ch30:

Now, that group was betrayed and attacked. I wouldn’t expect Merula to talk about that. She could keep yelling about how Rakepick used her, how she stupidly was taking Rakepick’s side etc. But it’d be also a sign that something changed in her thinking - a pretty nice basis to start working on her development.

And that’s it. That’s why I believe that Y5Ch30, the worst chapter in the game so far, was indeed quite good at some point. That it was meant for this story to be more interesting and satisfying. Why it didn’t happen? I don’t know. Perhaps someone at Jam City decided that it’d be easier to force people to feel sorry for Merula than actually work on her character’s arc. And then, the writers had to adjust. Either way, I’m unbelievably disappointed by that.

Yikes forever.

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Viagra Series

Jin

Word count: 1726

Warnings: smut obviously, not serious smut, pretty vanilla, little dirty talk, pill taking, I mean it. This sex is really not serious. It’s like established relationship normal ass piss take sex.

He had been laid up in bed with a chest infection, finally feeling better he requests his girlfriend to pass him the last two pills. That’s the last time he ever trusts anyone else with medication, and the last time he does a favour for a friend.

The thought of never having to be on this couch again thrilled him. The realisation that in the next two days, he would be back at work, rehearsing and laughing without coughing every 3 seconds. The chest infection had really taken a toll on him but he was so glad to finally be better. His alarm went off, signalling it was time to take tablets, the only problem being he would have to get up. For someone who hated this couch he had become rather accustomed to it. The indents becoming more and more comfortable the longer he lay there, the musky smell of the second hand couch becoming strangely comforting.

He switched the channel over, deciding if he was going to ignore the need to take his tablets, he should actually watch something mildly distracting.

A few hours later the door closed gently, the small sound of her heels clacking on the wooden floor waking him from his nap. She poked her head around the corner, making sure he was awake.

‘Hey babe! How you feeling?’ She spoke cheerily, despite the nightmare of a day she just lived through.

‘Feeling pretty good I guess, oh I forgot could you get me the pills off the table? Just pop them out and bring me two.’ She shrugged rolling her eyes, she popped the two tablets out handing them to him, along with a glass of water. She checked her watch frowning at the man before her.

‘Jin, you were supposed to take those at 4pm, it’s now 7pm.’ She scolded, he pouted, grabbing her hand and pulling her down to the couch with him. She cuddled into his chest, getting some much needed affection after such an insufferable day.

‘You seem tense baby, bad day at work?’ He rubbed her shoulder, providing her with a little comfort. A frown contorted her features. Drawing light circles into his chest she opened her mouth to reply.

‘Just work stacking up, people blaming things on me, the usual work place bullshit.’ She replied patting her hand gently against his chest she moved to stand.

‘I’m going for a shower, we can order food when I come out.’ He nodded, turning back to the TV after giving her a peck on her cheek. He lay there watching absentmindedly at the TV, he started to feel funny after about 20 minutes. Deciding to ignore it, he put it down to finally feeling better, well at least a little bit. His eyebrows furrowed feeling his pants tightening gradually. ‘What the…’ He muttered, genuinely confused. He wasn’t horny, well, he didn’t THINK he was. She came back through to the living room looking down at him. She took in his confused face, his boner, then his face again. Sighing she sat down at his feet.

‘Can we not tonight though? I’m so tired and I-‘

‘Babe what pills did you give me.’ He asked suddenly, cutting her off. She furrowed her eyebrows, his eyes popping out his skull. She couldn’t have, there’s no way.

‘The pills sitting on the counter, next to your keys. The blue ones.’ He sunk down into the couch, audibly grunting. She looked at him alarmed, what did she do wrong?

‘What? What is it?’ He rubbed the palm of his hands over his eyes, then ran his fingers through his hair. She placed a hand on his thigh, it was meant to be comforting but damn she was so close to his dick right now it was driving him mad.

‘Those aren’t antibiotics baby, that’s viagra.’ He mumbled, embarrassed. God this was the last time he did a favour, for anyone.

‘What the fuck, JIN WHY DO YOU HAVE VIAGRA?!’ She screamed, horrified and amused all at the same time. He sat up defensive, grabbing her face in his hands.

‘THEY’RE NOT MINE IT’S FOR NAMJOON, NOW ARE YOU GOING TO HELP ME WITH THIS OR NOT?!’ She looked down at his pants, debating whether or not to help. She shrugged, it was her fault to be fair.

‘Okay, I guess so, let’s go.’ She muttered standing up from the couch, he scoffed at her passiveness, following her to the bedroom anyways.

‘I guess she says. You act like your boyfriend isn’t the most handsome man in the immediate vicinity.’ She smirked, opening the bedroom door, dropping her dressing gown instantly.

‘Immediate? Meaning there’s someone more handsome than you?’ He scoffed, letting his hands trail over her naked body. Goosebumps following where his fingers trailed.

‘Baby, you know there isn’t, I was being modest.’ He spoke, cocky nature contrasting his “modesty”. She giggled, breaking the small amount of sexual tension he had built up.

‘Ya! You ruined it you deviant, we had some sexy tension going there. You broke it with your giggles.’ He whined, tickling her sides until she was running to the other side of the bed.

‘You fiend! Why must you tickle me!’ She spoke, moving as he did trying her best to stay away from him. He pounced onto the bed causing her to screech, she didn’t run in time. He wrapped his hands around her waist throwing her down on the bed, boobs bouncing at the impact. She giggled lightly, stroking a hand through his hair.

‘You’re so much fun Jinnie.’ She whispered lightly, placing a small kiss on the tip of his nose.

‘You’re not so bad yourself sweetheart. Now, are we gonna get down and do the dirty?’ He whispered, pulling her nipple between his fingers. She whined, the feeling something foreign almost. She felt bad, with her working so much, and him at practice and been unwell lately. Basically, they hadn’t done “the dirty”, as Jin so candidly put it, in a while.

‘Only you could do something sexual, while saying childish words.’ He giggled, letting his fingers slip to her clit, drawing light circles into it. Drawing moan after moan from her throat, whimper after whimper through her lips.

‘I can do worse, don’t challenge me buttercup!’ He spoke, a teasing grin on his lips.

‘I think that’s something you should prove.’ She composed herself enough to speak the sentence confidently. There was no such thing as serious sex with Jin. One time, their chests pushed together in such a weird way it made a fart noise. Throughout the whole of the sex he continued to try and make this noise, both of them laughing throughout their orgasms.

‘Challenge accepted tiny, let’s get to putting my thingy in your thingy then.’ She giggled as he stepped of the bed, shimmying out of his clothes. He climbed back on top, positioning himself so his head poked her entrance.

‘Can’t believe we are about to do this, how gross. What if I get cooties?!’ He whined, running his dick through her juices, getting it wet enough to just slip right in. She rolled her eyes, smacking his arm, laughing she tilted her hips up to meet him. A little groan slipped through his lips, a smirk gracing hers.

‘I’m sure we got cooties shots when we were like six right? It should be fineee!’ She played along, Jin nodded in affirmation, slipping himself in easily. She let out a lewd groan, burying his face in her neck he chuckled.

‘That was a dirty noise!’ He whispered, voice sounding shocked as ever. She didn’t have to see him to know he was pulling a stupid face. Letting another one slip passed her lips, clenching her walls around him. He hissed in her ear, hips stuttering slightly.

‘Don’t do that, I can’t keep doing this childish talk when you clench like that.’ He moaned, game dropped for a moment. She apologised, telling him to continue while tilting her hips to meet his. Thrusts quick and sloppy, sweat building on their skin.

‘Can I try the fart thing again?’ He asked, eyes popping out his head in excitement, she giggled, but scolded him anyways.

‘You keep the child words, or you can do the chest fart. Not both.’ He contemplated for a second, hips coming to a stop. Pushing his chest onto hers she could tell what he picked. With each thrust his chest pushed on hers, air squeezing between their bodies making the noise he was so delighted with. Then he flipped the game, the filth pouring out his mouth something she didn’t recognise. Sex with Jin was vanilla to give it a name, not that she minded, it was still incredible. She much preferred sweet intimate moments, having him giggling and having fun. Clumsy sex, anything not serious. She couldn’t stand those porn films, the ones with the girls tied up and them whimpering “daddy, oh daddy fuck me harder”. It was something that made her cringe, she couldn’t believe it. However, the filth falling from him while he makes fart noises with their chests. That right there, was confusing the shit out of her.

‘God baby, you feel so good around me. Feels so good when you meet my thrusts. Yes baby, work for it. Fuck, you’re so hot.’ The words making her whimper, walls tightening on instinct. He could feel that she was close, his hips falling in an uneasy rhythm, he was close too.

‘You like it when I talk like this baby? Mmm I can feel you’re close, let go baby. Cum hard around me, fuck I wanna feel it so bad.’ She whimpered, a small scream passing her open mouth. Walls clenching as she came, forcing his quicker than he expected.

‘I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU!’ She screamed, slapping his arm as they both came down. He laughed, slipping himself out and grabbing his t-shirt to clean her up. It was going in the wash anyway who cares.

‘I’m not quite sure I know what you mean princess!’ He spluttered, trying to act calm and collected.

‘I cannot believe, you whispered that SIN in my ear while making fart noises with our chests.’ He let out a loud, very loud, laugh. Her laugh following closely behind until they were play fighting on the bed.

‘OKAY OKAY!’ He screamed, calling it quits. ‘But did you enjoy it though?’ He asked, making sure he hadn’t done something she wasn’t happy with.

‘Yeah, I guess it was okay.’ She replied, fully downplaying how much she really enjoyed it.

#bts #bangtan #bts one shot #requests open #bts smut #bts fluff #bts imagine #bts reactions #bts jin #talking requests #bts seokjin #kim seokjin #jin x reader #jin x y/n

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Yagami Light’s Biggest Mistakes

Before you start reading this, I want you to keep in mind that:

- My native tongue is not English. I apologise for all the mistakes I might have made.

- I don’t want anyone to get offended by anything I write, because I definitely do not hate Yagami Light. I will just be stating my objective opinions about him.

- It’s been a long time since I last watched the anime, so I might have remembered some things wrong. Please correct me if you notice anything like that.

- If you think I am wrong or there’s a detail I missed, please share them with me. Reading your opinions would be a pleasure.

- If you have anything to ask me about this article-kinda-thing or anything else related to Death Note, you can submit questions.

In my opinion, none of Death Note characters were %100 pure and innocent. Most of the characters weren't even the kind of people they claimed to be, especially Yagami Light and L Lawliet.

Who we will discuss about in this article is the main character Yagami Light. In the whole anime/manga, he had one ideology. To provide justice to the world full of rotten people by killing criminals and eventually become the God of the new world that he aspired to create. It, of course, wasn't the easiest thing to do. Even though there were lots of people who worshipped Kira already, there were also people who contemplated Kira's actions as crime and stood against him. As a result of that, Light had to deal with various hardships that came in his way in order to prevent from getting caught by his biggest enemy L, the greatest detective in the world who also considered himself as justice.

In the fight of the world's greatest detective and world's greatest serial killer, Light made multiple mistakes that caused him being L's number one suspect. These, in my opinion, were his biggest mistakes:

1) Killing Lind L. Tailor in the live broadcast:

He basically revealed that;

He lived in the Kanto region in Japan. (It was first told that the broadcast was live worldwide which probably gave Light the courage to kill Lind this easily but, in fact, L was planning to do the broadcast in every region of Japan at different times to find out where Kira could be living and he started with Kanto since it had the biggest population out of others, so that was basically a trap.)

He was able to kill from distance and (since there was no way Kira could be in the highly-protected studio) the only thing he needed, in order to kill someone, was to know their name and face. L proved how Kira kills for the second time after Lind’s dead body’s vision faded away, his signature appeared on the screen and he told that the person who had just died wasn’t actually him and challenged Kira to kill him.

The two clauses you have just read above were really efficient and helpful for L to find out who Kira could be. In addition to that, Light killing Lind also gave clues to L about what kind of a person Kira could be. He made sure that;

Kira was childish and certainly hated to lose, considering on how fast he could kill an innocent person (Lind was actually a high profile criminal who was sentenced to death) just because he stood against him and basically told him what he was doing was wrong and he was a criminal.

2) Changing the time of killings:

Since Light’s dad, Soichiro Yagami, was working for the police; Light had the opportunity of hacking their system and see how the Kira investigation went. By the help of that, he realised L already suspected Kira could in fact be a student considering on the victims he picked (they were mostly shown in the evening news) and the time period he chose to kill them. That’s why he decided to change the time of killings. I can’t say it was the best decision because when he did that, L:

Immediately noticed either Kira could have hacked their system or someone had been leaking private information about the case for some time.

The possibility of Kira being a student had increased since it definitely was abnormal for Kira to change the time of killings right after L had the suspicion.

NOTE: If my memory doesn’t serve me wrong, Light found out he could control the time of his victims’ death after he realised L was suspicious about Kira being a student. That’s why I definitely don’t think changing the time of killings was Light’s biggest mistake because he was so new at using Death Note and he still had a lot to learn.

3) Killing Raye Penber:

I can’t decide if Raye Penber’s death was necessary. When I think about it, it sometimes makes sense and sometimes it just doesn’t. That’s why I divided this part into two sections: Excuses for Light to kill Raye Penber and Why Light shouldn’t have killed Raye Penber.

Excuses for Light to kill Raye Penber:

After Ryuk told Light he was being followed by a stranger, Light immediately answered him saying whoever was following them was probably an agent and he would get rid of him as soon as he saw the agent’s face and found his name. For me, that was the second time his Kira self took over Light (the first one was when he killed Lind L. Tailor.) because there was someone who was after the person that was supposed to be the God of the new world and that person was trying to prevent him from providing justice.

He made a perfect plan not only to murder Raye, as well as murder all other FBI agents that were on duty of following the other suspects. He knew he would be under danger if he killed Raye only.

Why Light shouldn’t have killed Raye Penber:

After following Light for some time, Raye was not suspicious of him anymore. The last day of Raye following him was indeed when Light planned all the chaos in the bus just to find out Raye’s real name. Although the fact that Light couldn’t have known if Raye still doubted that Light could be Kira makes this clause certainly invalid.

Light never intended to kill his victims outside his room as long as it was necessary which means there was literally no way he could do something suspicious as Raye was following him.

Naomi doubted one of the suspects Raye was following could be Kira. Because, before his death, Raye had told her about what occurred in the bus and Naomi had some reasons (especially the criminal dying because of a heart attack) to think it could be something related to the case. After he died, she was sure that she was right about her thoughts. That’s why she immediately tried to communicate with L. If Light didn’t meet her by coincidence, he would surely be under danger. In addition to that, by killing Naomi, he put himself into a higher risk in my opinion. Even though she didn’t manage to communicate with L, it was later told to L that she tried and when she went missing, Light would have become the main suspect if L thought Naomi was murdered by Kira.

For me, by killing all the FBI agents, he confirmed that Kira was in fact one of the suspects, he was still able to reach information about the case and he would continue killing whoever comes in his way to stop him, which is surely opposite to his ideology and is just another proof that he is childish. Instead of killing the agents, he should have waited for Raye to be convinced Light was innocent and stop following him. Then he wouldn’t have to act inconsistent to his motive.

4) L’s test:

After “Ryuga Hideki” confessed Light that he was indeed L, he basically told him that he thought Light had a strong sense of justice, he had great deductive skills and because of that, he wanted to work together with him in order to catch Kira. However, before accepting Light to be a part of Task Force, L had to make sure if Light really isn’t Kira. These were at least what L said, nevertheless Light already knew L wasn’t genuine about any of that.

L eventually took Light to a cafe and showed him the pictures of what victims in jail wrote on the walls (Those writings were, for sure, a taunt to confuse L, but also a proof that Kira could control his victims’ actions before their death.) then asked him about his thoughts. Light, of course, found the secret message behind the notes immediately: L, do you know Shinigami loves apples?

Right after Light found the message, L showed him another picture which was fake and told Light that there was actually another note but Light acted like he knew there was three of them and never asked if they were the only notes that were left. In addition to that, the fact that Light kept insisting if there were three notes, his theory would be perfect did nothing but increase L’s suspicion about him being Kira. Plus, Light was the only person in the entire Task Force who could see things from Kira’s point of view and answer all of L’s questions easily and quickly.

In my opinion, instead of being competitive, he should have focused on his number one priority, which was obviously decreasing L’s suspicions on him and killing him eventually. So basically he should have played the stupid.

5) Calling Misa:

When Misa and “Ryuga Hideki” first met , she knew that “Ryuga” was lying about his name (because Misa had the Shinigami eyes) but she wasn’t aware that she was talking to L indeed. When Light realised that he could have used Misa and L’s unexpected meeting as an advantage to kill his biggest enemy, L had already collected enough evidence to prove Misa was Kira 2, which increased the possibility of Light being Kira 1.

Once Misa and her manager left, Light immediately called her to ask Ryuzaki’s real name. However Ryuzaki caught him, because he had stolen Misa’s phone when she was with them. So he was the one who picked up the phone and because of that, Light just made things even more obvious. Light, of course, couldn't have known Misa was going to be taken under custody for being the second Kira, although he should have waited for asking her for Ryuzaki's real name.

Thank you so much for taking your time and reading all of this. I hope you liked it! (:

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Episode 45, Outside the Walls of the Orvud District, Review

(Manga spoilers)

So before episode 46 airs later today, I thought I’d quickly review last week’s episode. When I first watched it I felt really quite bitter about the removal of one of my favourite moments and I was ready to write a really salty review. However after watching it a second time I realised there was so much I loved about the episode so I toned the saltiness down.

However there will still be a fair bit of ranting in the middle of this review so bear with me 😂 I’ve been very patient with this season, letting the story play out before jumping to any harsh conclusions but we’re getting near the end of the Uprising arc now so I think it’s fair to raise a few criticisms.

This review should be pretty simple to structure as I can easily split this episode into three sections.

1. The beginning part that was excellent!

2. The middle part that disappointed me.

3. And the ending which I have mixed feelings about.

So I guess I’ll do this in chronological order and start with the beginning part that was excellent.

Eren finally gets hard!

I refuse to apologise for that subtitle.😂

So this is the part of the episode that I did love. Like last week I was amazed by the superb animation and Yuki Kaji’s emotional performance as Eren. What also made me emotional is the joy of Historia’s growth. She has gone from being the ‘good girl’ who wished she’d never been born, to a girl who is in charge of her own destiny and stands up for others.

Also what a great moment it was when Mikasa swooped in and caught Historia before she got hurt and thank God she went straight for Historia and didnt run in yelling Erenereneren! (based on how Wit portrayed her at the end of the kidnap scene that really wouldn’t have been surprising!)

So yaay! Finally some God damn self control! Mikasa stayed with Historia, trusting that Levi, Jean and Connie would get Eren out and they did. Oh my God I laughed hard at Jean calling Eren a ‘topless wimp.’ 🤣 Although I still think I prefer the manga’s version ‘shirtless wonder.’

What followed was very powerful. The cave is crumbling and death looks certain unless Eren does something but he and breaks down again under the pressure, believing himself worthless.

I think my favourite part of this whole episode was the throwback to another difficult decision he had to make.

Back in season 1 I remember what a crucial moment this was when Eren learned to trust. Even Levi looked shocked by his decision not to transform, showing how much of a turning point this was for Eren’s character.

Back then, Levi was the only one who empathised with Eren’s moral dilemma and this time around it was no different. While the others were getting a impatient with his hysterics in the cave, Levi acknowledged the impossible situation he was faced with and urged him to make a choice.

And he made the right one! I loved the animation of Eren crystalising. What a mesmerising scene, I’m glad they animated the full process.

I also thought this part looked cool.

After Eren’s friends broke him free I’m sure the praise from Levi, someone he looks up to, meant a lot to him.

Hmm but what exactly does Levi find ‘pretty impressive’ here? 😏the crystalised titan or Eren’s abs?

Also Sasha laying on the ground and thanking Eren was hilarious and this little Eremin moment was beyond adorable! ❤️

All in all the first half of the episode was excellent, definitely of the same high quality of last week’s episode.

The rest of the episode however I have a few small issues with ...

The Journey to the Orvud District

Brace yourselves! This is the salty part! For weeks I’ve been balanced and fair in my reviews so I think I’m entitled to a bit of a rant!

So in case you hadn’t noticed this season (haha) a lot of the manga material has been cut. Many times I have been disappointed when I realised a certain scene hadn’t made it into the anime but I tried not to dwell on it and let it spoil my enjoyment of this season. However (and maybe I’m being biased because this was a personal favourite moment of mine) this time there was just one deleted scene too many and I need to vent!

If you haven’t figured out by now which scene I’m talking about it’s this one.

Yes it’s the part where Eren yells at Rod Reiss, calling him a midget only to remember that Levi, (a man who stands at just five foot three) is right behind him and damn you can feel the burn from that side eye! 😂

Now I know what some of you might be thinking. Oh my God, get over it, who cares? It’s not like it’s important to the plot or anything!

And ok, yes you are right. No, it is not essential to the plot but you know something it was funny, it was cute and it humanises the characters i.e. Eren doesn’t always think before he opens his big mouth and Levi, while he’s never said anything about it, might actually be self conscious about his height.

What made the loss of this moment even sorer was the fact that another cute moment was cut immediately after. I’m talking about the moment where Hanji, despite being injured, leaps up like a complete goof and yells “Heya Erwin.”

Once again, not essential to the plot but it showed us how well the veterans know one another. Erwin immediately recognised that Hanji wasn’t badly hurt as she was acting like her usual crazy self! So many subtle character details can be picked up from such fleeting interactions ... but I guess Wit just don’t care. All they care about is concluding the Uprising arc in as few episodes as possible!!! 😤😤😤

Honestly it feels like all the heart and soul was sucked out of this scene. I have to ask, was this one of the changes Isayma insisted on? Did he want this scene to be so dry and devoid of character? I get that Snk is not a comedy but it doesn’t always have to be doom and gloom. Sometimes I like to see the characters slip up and do stupid idiotic things that make me laugh. It makes them more human and relatable.

This made me realise something about season 3 as a whole. Sometimes I feel like this season is doing the bare minimum. All boxes are being ticked, all the essential plot points are being covered ... but nothing more. The result = emotional detachment!

So I’m sorry Wit but I’m very disappointed in you for taking these small but meaningful moments away from us.

Rant over!

Thank you for coming to my TED talk!

As for the Rod Reiss CGI chicken/worm titan, I personally don’t see anything wrong with it. It looked weird and gross in the manga and it also looks weird and gross in the anime 😂.

“Become the Queen”

Now here is the part I have mixed feelings about.

On one hand I am glad we got this scene at last because at least now we know we’ll get to see Historia punch Levi at the end.

But on the other hand the scene was quite awkwardly shoehorned back into the plot with half the impact it originally had.

Now see here’s the thing. I’m glad that in this version they didn’t have Levi attack Historia as it wouldn’t make sense this late in the plot and it would just undo all the character development she’s just had, but on the other hand the ending of the Uprising arc won’t be half as satisfying because Levi hasn’t done anything to deserve a punch.

In this version it feels like just a childish dare played on for laughs, without the enjoyment of seeing Levi getting a taste of his own medicine.

Although I have to say (other people might disagree) but I actually like that it was Mikasa who suggested the idea. It never ever crossed my mind that it would be her yet somehow it makes perfect sense! Payback for kicking the shit out of Eren in court maybe? 😏 Nah, I’m joking, I know Mikasa has moved on from that and she just suggested punching him to relieve the tension. Since joining his squad it’s clear Mikasa has come to respect Levi but at the same time she knows he’s far from perfect so I reckon she’d secretly quite like to see him on the receiving end of a punch. That’s just my take on it. I’m perfectly happy with the punch being Mikasa’s idea.

Despite the “become the queen” scene being pretty underwhelming compared to the manga, hopefully we’ll still get to see Levi’s beautiful smile.

Additional Thoughts

So I was wrong about potential flashbacks to the rest of Eren’s titan experiments at the cabin. I guess they are well and truly gone and I will say that without them, Eren finally gaining the hardening ability wasn’t as satisfying.

I realise that every week my opinion of the season seems to change. I’ve gone from praising it last week to complaining about it this week but I’m just being honest about how I feel in the moment. I just judge each episode as it airs and sometimes all it takes is one episode to make me completely revaluate my opinion of the whole season. It really is that unpredictable.

Ok so I was a little salty this week but hopefully today’s episode is one of those episodes that is so amazing that I forget how bitter I was feeling the previous week 🙂.

#snk season 3 #aot season 3 #attack on titan #eren jaeger #levi ackerman #snk #snk spoilers #shingeki no kyojin #snk manga #historia reiss #mikasa ackerman #armin arlert #jean kirstein #erwin smith #hanji zoe #snk reviews #my reviews

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kpopscenarioland-blog · 6 years

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Prompt: Yugyeom fluffy confession scenario.

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You didn’t understand how it had happened but Kim Yugyeom was currently walking you to the bus stop.

Okay, no, that wasn’t entirely true. You knew how it had happened. When you’d emerged from the back room of the ice cream shop where you worked after your shift, you’d bumped into one of Yugyeom’s friends and band members, BamBam. And BamBam, noticing the absence of your friend and workmate, Mina, had asked where she was as he thought you usually walked home together.

You’d told him she was visiting family and somehow this had led to BamBam offering up Yugyeom to you as a walking buddy.

You’d tried to protest, you were only walking as far as the bus stop, it would take ten minutes at the most. You’d be fine. Yugyeom didn’t have to trouble himself. You were sure he had better things to do.

Yugyeom had tried protesting too, saying you were probably sick of talking to him by now and he didn’t want to bother you.

But BamBam hadn’t listened to either of you. He’d apologised about not being able to walk you himself, he had places to be apparently, and he’d pulled Yugyeom up from his chair and pushed him towards you, telling you Yugyeom really didn’t mind walking you to the bus stop, their dorm was in that direction anyway. Then he’d left.

So that was how you’d found yourself walking out of your workplace with Kim Yugyeom at your side.

What you didn’t understand was why Yugyeom was being so quiet. He hadn’t spoken since you’d left the ice cream shop and he hadn’t looked at you either. It was weird. Yes, you’d noticed that he could get a little shy around people he didn’t know but he did know you. And okay, maybe he didn’t know you that well, you weren’t best friends or anything but he had known you a long time. You’d gone to school together. You’d shared classes, you’d talked.

You hadn’t really shared the same set of friends so when you’d graduated you hadn’t had a reason to keep in touch. Bumping into him a year later on the second day at your new part time job had been a surprise, but it had been a nice one. You’d been scared to say something first, you hadn’t been sure that he’d recognise you, what if he thought you were just a fan, one acting like you knew him? But he’d recognised you as soon as you’d asked for his order, greeting you with a wide smile, asking how you’d been.

And it turned out his dorm was right around the corner, making him a regular. When he wasn’t busy promoting you saw him at least once a week and if he came in when it was quiet you always exchanged a few words, talked about Yugyeom’s work or your classes.

So the fact he was so quiet now, when you’d been getting to know each other better over the last couple of months, well it was strange. Unless it was because he didn’t want to be there… maybe he didn’t like talking to you at all. Maybe he only spoke to you when he saw you at work out of politeness.

“You don’t have to walk me all the way there.” You told him, slowing down a little. “Not if you don’t want to.”

And Yugyeom finally turned to look at you. “I don’t mind.” He said, and unable to hold your gaze he was almost immediately looking back down at the floor again. “I don’t have anywhere else to be so…”

His ears were turning pink you realised, like he was embarrassed. But what did he have to be embarrassed about? All he’d done was say he didn’t mind walking you to the bus stop. “It seems like you do mind.” You told. “We’ve been walking for five minutes and you haven’t looked at me once. Have I done something to upset you?”

“No!” Yugyeom exclaimed, coming to a stop, his eyes meeting yours again. “No, you haven’t. That’s stupid, you couldn’t… I wouldn’t… that’s not it.”

You’d never seen him stumble over his words like that you thought as you stood there, watching him turn even redder. He sounded nervous and you had no idea why. “If that’s not it then what is it? Why have you been so quiet?”

“It’s nothing.” Yugyeom told you.

“It can’t be nothing.” You argued. “If It was nothing you wouldn’t have been so quiet since we left the shop. If it was nothing you wouldn’t be looking so anxious. So go on, what is it? What’s bothering you?”

Yugyeom didn’t reply right away, worrying at his bottom lip with his teeth instead as he thought about how to answer. And when he did answer his voice was so quiet you almost didn’t hear him. But you did hear him. He’d said “You.”

“Me?” You were more than a little confused. You’d just asked him if you’d done something to upset him and he’d said no. So how could you be the thing that was bothering him.

“Yes, you.” Yugyeom confirmed, still sounding nervous. And for a second it looked like he wasn’t going to elaborate. But then he was taking a deep breath and he was off. “I didn’t realise until BamBam pointed it out but since you started working at the ice cream place, well I talk about you all the time. I tell people how smart you were when we were at school and how proud I am of you for getting into such a good university. I tell them about the conversations we have, the jokes you tell me. When I hear a song you like or someone talks about a show I know you watch I mention your name. You’re so smart and so funny and so pretty and I think… I think I like you. I really like you. And BamBam kept telling me I should say something but I was scared that if I did… and you didn’t feel the same way… then you wouldn’t want to talk to me again and I’d hate that, talking to you is sometimes the best part of my day.”

You wanted to tell him it was okay. That he didn’t have to worry. Talking to him was often the best part of your day too, But you couldn’t find the words. Yugyeom liked you. And from the way he was talking he didn’t mean just as a friend. It was too much to take in. Especially since you kind of liked him too. He’d always been easy to talk to, kind and understanding. He worked so hard but he had a childish side that you found incredibly endearing. And his eyes... he had the most beautiful eyes. You hadn’t said anything though because one, he might not feel the same way and two, even if he did he had his career to think about. He didn’t need any distractions. And now he was saying he thought he had feelings for you. It was all very overwhelming.

But it seemed Yugyeom had mistaken your shocked expression for one of disgust. “Forget it.” He told you, “I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“Don’t be stupid.” And unable to handle the sad look in his eyes you stepped forward, taking his hand in yours. “I think… I think I like you to.” You told him and it was your turn to turn red.

“Really?” Yugyeom asked, looking down at your intertwined hands as if he couldn’t quite believe it.

You nodded. “I do. I think I like you a lot.”

“Good.” Yugyeom said, relief evident in his voice, his whole face lighting up. “Good…”

“Good.” you echoed. He was so cute when he smiled. “Now come on,” you said, and you started down the street again, still holding hands, “You promised to walk me to my bus stop.”

#kpop scenarios #got7 scenarios #yugyeom scenarios #kim yugyeom #yugyeom #kim yugyeom scenarios #yugyeom fluff #got7 fluff

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BTS Reaction: Them Being Jealous/Overprotective.

You can find my alternative reaction to this where they react to YOU being jealous here ♡

JIN.

Jin invited you to a party - but this wasn’t just any party. All the biggest celebrities were going to be there, and Jin didn’t want to go without you by his side. Jin didn’t like partying, but he knew if you would be there, his nerves would be at ease. You agreed to going, feeling nervous yet excited. You wanted to look good as you was going to be surrounded by famous people, who were probably going to be wearing nothing but designer clothes. You picked out the best outfit you owned, although it was a little bit revealing. However, when you slipped your clothes on, you had never felt more confident in your life. Jin’s jaw dropped when he saw you, looking beautiful as ever.

When you both entered the party, your looks had caught the attention of many. Jin went to get you both a drink, until a man approached you. Obviously, he was a celebrity, but you wasn’t familiar with who he was.

He tried hitting on you, telling you how good you looked, and how he’d love to get to know you better. You told him you had a boyfriend, but he still didn't seem to get that you was not interested.

Luckily, Jin came rushing back, handing you your drink and slipping one of his arms around your waist, pulling you into his side.

“I would move along if I were you. She’s already taken.”

The man apologised then left. You could see the anger in Jin’s eyes, but his stern stare soon softened as he looked at you. “I’m sorry for leaving you on your own.. As soon as I saw that man talking to you, I couldn’t help but just feel jealous and I don’t know why.”

But you was glad for his jealously and how protective he was of you so he could save you in situations like that.

SUGA.

Yoongi was very overprotective, but that was only because he couldn’t stand the thought of loosing you. He thought that you could do so much better, and have a boyfriend that would be able to give you all the time in the world. Yoongi loved you, and if he saw you talking to another man, he would want to drag you away from them as soon as possible.

You told Yoongi you was going to get lunch with a friend. Not thinking much of it, he just nodded as you told him. He was fine with you going out and doing your own thing.

However, he didn’t expect to see pictures on your social media of you and your friend (who just so happened to be a male) taking numerous photos together, all of which your friend had his arms wrapped around you. Yoongi felt hurt, almost even betrayed.

He called you up, and you answered.

“Yoongi?”

“I thought you said you was going out with a friend.” He said angrily though the phone.

“I am out with a friend, Yoongi.”

“Oh, really? I didn’t know friends wrap their arms around each other in every single photo they take, and act as if they are dating in public.” He spat. You rolled your eyes as he said this.

“What the hell, Yoongi? Why are you so jealous because of this? We are friends, and that’s all. You really think so low of me that I would cheat?” You asked, hurt.

“I don’t know anymore.” He replied bitterly before hanging up.

Later on through the day, he realised he messed up. He let his jealousy get the best of him, and there was no way he could loose you. He texted you, apologising:

“I’m sorry, (Y/n). I’m an idiot.. I do trust you that you won’t cheat, but I just get crazy jealous. I’m just really scared of loosing you.. please, come back home. I already miss you so much.”

RAP MONSTER.

Namjoon felt extremely jealous when you was hanging around with Jungkook more than him. You and Jungkook did almost everything together. Namjoon found Jungkook to be a childish influence on you, and he had even told you this, but you didn’t seem to care. Namjoon was like a big kid too, and if anything, Jungkook was slightly more mature.

Namjoon completely lost it, though, when Jungkook joked that he had a crush on you. You was there when Jungkook told him, leaving you in fits of giggles, but Namjoon was not happy with what Jungkook said.

“Jungkook, I swear to fucking God, if you end up liking (Y/n), I’m going to make your life a living hell, understand? She’s fucking mine and not yours, so leave off.”

J HOPE.

Hoseok understood you had friends that were boys, and he didn’t have a problem with them unless you talked to them all the time. But it really annoyed him when you had told him you wasn’t going to be back home till late tonight as you was going to be around some your friends house (and this friend was especially touchy around you.) He waited until you got home to talk to you about how he felt.

But, it wasn’t really a “talk”, and it more so turned into an argument as you both ended up yelling at each other.

Soon enough, you both calmed down, and ended the night cuddling each other in bed, wrapped in each others embrace, as you both apologised to one another.

“I’m so unbelievably sorry for shouting at you. I didn’t mean anything I said that had hurt you, okay?”

Taehyung couldn’t understand it. He couldn’t understand why Hoseok had asked only you if you wanted to watch a movie at his place. Hoseok could of invited any other one of his friends but no - he wanted to invite you. Taehyung couldn't get the image out of his head where the both of you and Hoseok would start making out on Hoseok’s couch. Deep down he knew you wouldn’t do such a thing, but that didn’t stop him from letting himself get jealous. He texted you, but you didn’t reply, and this only seemed to fuel his anger even more.

He decided to call you instead, and you picked up instantly. He didn't give you time to talk, and immediately told you to leave Hoseok’s.

“You’re leaving Hoseok’s right now and I don’t care what you have to say.”

Not wanting to anger Taehyung anymore, you thought it would be best to just leave and return home to your boyfriend. You was frustrated with Taehyung and even Hoseok was.

Once you returned, Taehyung felt extremely guilty and apologised over and over again, telling you how stupid and childish he was behaving.

JIMIN.

You had bumped into your ex whilst you was out with Jimin. You was going to pretend that you didn’t realise it was your ex, but your ex didn’t seem to want to pretend he didn't see you.

“(Y/N)! Long time no see, hey? How are you?”

You fake smiled, going along with the conversation.

Even though Jimin knew you felt uncomfortable, he still couldn't help but feel slightly jealous of how comfortable the man seemed to be around you.

Jimin was confused, so you decided to introduce Jimin to him.

“Uh, Jimin, this is my.. um, ex boyfriend.”

Jimin looked completely shocked. Jimin could already see by the way your ex looked at you that he still had feelings for you. Your ex kept looking at you from head to toe, looking at you the exact way Jimin always did. This made Jimin angry.

“And is this your friend?” Your ex asked you. As you was about to say something, Jimin cut you off.

“No, I’m her boyfriend.” Jimin took hold of your hand. “And I suggest you walk away right now, because neither of us are interested in what you have to say.”

JUNGKOOK.

Jungkook didn’t even have a good enough reason to be as jealous as he was. He saw you talking with some guy, only for a few minutes, and it made him furious. He even went as far to accuse you of cheating, but you told him he was overreacting completely, and that you had happened to bump into an old childhood friend. How he even got the idea of you possibly cheating confused you.

You ended up arguing over a silly interaction you had made with somebody. Jungkook realised he blowing things way out of proportion, hating himself for taking something like this so far.

He apologised like mad, and you both ended the day with make up sex.

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Not exactly sure why I thought about this, but it’s on my mind so inc little rant/rambling, which means it’s a fucking wall of text~

Actually, probably just because I wanted an excuse to listen to old Nightwish albums that doesn’t involve logging into Bns at the moment because I am too tired for that shit

Last altercation I had with someone, and again no idea why this particular part popped into my head, after shit talking the fuck out of me on tumblr and tagging my personal blog in it, thought it was absolutely hilarious that Ben went and commented about it, reblogging the post and writing how juvenile and childish it was to write a shit post (and then claim to be anti-bullying). She stated that it was (paraphrased) hilarious that I had to get my boyfriend to fight my battles for me. Even though I had already acknowledged the post myself, reblogging with a thoughtful Lol, and that was my peace with it. I had already exchanged a final message previously with this person countering all of their arguments, and told them the simplest solution would have been to just flat out come up and tell me “Hey Chloe you’re treating me like a piece of shit and I think that’s fucked up.” Especially if they’re my friends, I am 100% not above apologising for treating someone like shit. Sometimes I don’t even realize it, and at that point I need people to confront me to tell me I’m being a piece of shit. Anyways, I digress.

The reason I bring it up is because of the fact that someone found it that funny to try and belittle me for “having my boyfriend fight my battles for me.” Then I also found it amusing she insulted him by staying that I shit talked him. As if I hadn’t told him already all the things I said. He knows I think he’s a sack of shit (but I still love him) so that’s completely beside the point. What I don’t understand is why it’s supposed to be insulting to have someone who obviously cares a lot about me stick up for me. Isn’t that what people are supposed to do?

I have stuck up for so many people. Some of them are perfectly capable of defending themselves, others aren’t. I have stood up for myself and have had others stand up for me as well. Why, then, is it such a fucking insult to tell others, “Lmao you have to have someone else stand up for you”? Really fucking why is that an insult? The only way I can think of is because it’s insinuating that someone isn’t strong. Then the question becomes why the fuck is it so important to always be so strong?

I had a friend who endured tons of emotional abuse from a girl who claimed she loved him. He can be a strong individual, but certain things, certain instances, certain people, certain times in his life he isn’t as strong. At that point, he was so vulnerable and so desperate to not be lonely and to feel loved that, despite how much I told him I loved him and valued him and would always be there for him, he allowed this girl to take advantage of him and use him, then tear him down in the worst way possible. This guy could not have defended himself from her. WHY, then, is he somehow less of a person because I stood up for him, because I told that girl she could fuck herself and she’s a horrible fucking human being for tearing someone’s trust like she did, and then blame everything on him...Anything he said to her, she’d always have a shitty comeback with how everything was his fault and he was the one making her feel bad. (Well, he was making her feel bad because he was trying to discuss their problems in a healthy way, but she didn’t want to deal with it and instead emotionally abused him.)

I had a person with a deep...well I’m not sure he had an infatuation with me, because it’s not as obsessive as infatuation sounds, but he had a huge crush on me. I told him I respected and admired him as a friend but that’s all I wanted us to be; I didn’t feel it was necessary to tell him I was still picking up pieces of a broken heart and couldn’t lend it to anyone romantically at the moment. While I completely understand rejection sucks, I was willing to do whatever he wanted in order to get over me as quickly as possible. He, in turn, started giving me daily updates on how hard his life was because I had rejected him, which stressed me the fuck out, and no matter how much I tried to be polite but tell him he needed to get over me, he still didn’t understand. See, that point I was perfectly capable of standing up for myself. And guess what, it had no fucking affect on said person. The only time it seemed to sink in was when another friend, after so many rant sessions, went and told him, as gently as I did, that maybe he needed to lay off because he was stressing me out.

Another time, a person I have had a ridiculous time dealing with, going back and forth (like, dislike, like, dislike) between being okay and absolutely despising, after our first major set of altercations, Ben actually went, without my knowledge, and defended me in front of this person. I had no idea until a month after the fact when he said he and this person were no longer friends. Then, after I had had enough of the passive shit talking (from both our ends, I know), I personally confronted this person myself and we actually patched things up for a time. Then by the second time our relationship blew up, no one involved had any interest in actually talking to me about the issue; it was only assumed I was doing hurtful things to a mutual party because I was perceived in the past to be a psycho nutjob (even though I and several other neutral friends have told me I handled it better than most). I couldn’t have defended myself at that point. I had already been written off, and several other people were swayed without even bothering to know my side of the story (even though they were friends with me as well). At that point, I actually had to beg some of my friends to stand up for me. I felt betrayed and disappointed in people that I, while not close, considered friends. The few mutuals we had, who were nice enough to listen to me and tried to help me calm down, I acknowledge that in one sense they did help me, but in terms of confronting the other person, there was nothing in the world I could do or say to make her realise her small generalizations about my whole character were completely wrong and she screwed me over because of a ton of assumptions...I couldn’t do it. I had to beg a couple of them to stand up for me. Even if I had the mental capacity to stand up for myself, this is a situation where no matter what I said, it wouldn’t have any effect on the whole situation; all my words would have either been twisted or fallen on deaf ears.

All of this is to give examples of different experiences I’ve had where both I and others have experienced others standing up for us. And all of this has taught me it’s fucking okay to have someone stand up for you, it’s not a fucking insult.

I am a fierce protector, especially of people I consider friends or family; this is one way I show people I love and care about them. It is in my nature to immediately want to stand up for other people; hell I even give people shit for yelling at pugs in dungeon runs when they don’t deserve it. I know exactly how it feels to feel like no one cares about you, enough to tell others to fuck off, and I’ve seen how other people feel when no one defends them. It’s heart breaking. Yes, Ben has gotten on my case before when I jump down someone’s throat for being a stupid cunt, and I agree sometimes there is a time and place for it, but at the same time I don’t believe it should ever be considered negative. The fact that I did yell at this guy for shit talking my friend, even in something as trivial as a pug yelling in dungeon run in Bns. Maybe I shouldn’t have jumped down the guy’s throat, maybe my friend is perfectly capable of defending themselves, but in no way should the act of wanting to defend be considered negative. What I need to learn then is discretion. If my friends don’t want me doing it, they are more than welcome to tell me thanks for defending me but fuck off and just ignore them next time. That’s perfectly fine to say. But at the end of the day, being ready and prepared to defend a friend isn’t a bad thing and it’s certainly not something that should be considered insulting.

If you’ve read this far, congrats you’re at the end.

#txt #hi #my head is weird lol #long post #watch it all go up in flames

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Metal Gear Weevil: Code Monsoon

Up in his penthouse suite at World Marshall HQ, Monsoon lay on his bed bored and fed up. He had just taken a pasting from Raiden on Revengeance mode, which had severely dented his pride and his dome. He needed something to cheer him up. Normally he would have amused himself by polishing his magnets, in particular his wheel and Distopia but he was that annoyed that this time, these things would not suffice.

No, I have to fight these urges, he thought to himself as dark thoughts crept into his mind.

He had tried to fight them before and managed to supress them with super strength Nanomachines. If people knew about the feelings he had, he would be cast out as a disgrace to all Desperado. He would be fired from his position and branded a weirdo, a freak, an abomination. Nobody would ever speak to him again, if they ever found out about the hideous fetish he longed for…

Mutation.

No!

"I can't," he whispered to himself.

At that moment he felt his codec buzz: a message from Mistral. He groaned in displeasure.

'Hey sexy, fancy some company tonight? I want to feel you deep inside me again.'

Oh God, that terrible night at the office party, she had got him drunk and they had done things… the Geckos… oh dear god those little dwarf Geckos… NO! He felt sick even at the blurred memories of it. It was horrible. But it had made him realise one thing for certain, cyborgs definitely did not excite him. In fact other cyborgs repulsed him, he longed for other things to satisfy his… 'urges'. He hastily called her back telling her, 'No thanks. I'm polishing my wheel,' and switched it off. His endeavour could not be disturbed.

It was the push he needed. He double checked the door was locked, closed the curtains in case of any peeping sliders, and pulled out his personal laptop. Nobody knew of its existence. They couldn't. He felt guilty and disgusted at himself for what he was about to do.

Mutation.

He didn't know why it turned him on so much.

T-virus, G-virus, Uroboros, T-abyss, Code veronica virus, C-virus… Oh yes!

He felt all his magnets tingle as he typed in the website . Oh yes… the images on the screen pleased him. Hunters, Majinis, J'avo's, Ogroman, Ustanak and those lickers… Damn. Mutation was his guilty pleasure. It was frowned upon in the society he lived in and his reputation would be destroyed if anyone even had an incline that this was how he got his kicks. Soon all feelings of guilt were gone as he was overpowered by lust and fierce desire. Looking at pictures wasn't enough anymore. He wanted to touch. He was not normally one for crudeness but he really longed to fuck some poor virus ravaged, mutated soul until they screamed his name in the most inhuman monstrous tone.

He searched for singles profiles. Maybe there was a mutant out there who harboured feelings for cyborgs. If she was out there, he would find her. After trawling through countless pages, he came across his dream date by the name of Alexia Ashford. He rubbed his chin and mused, "Exquisite."

She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. Those tantalising tentacles, sexy scales, her burning red eyes… Monsoon was head over heels in love. He hungered to taste her sweet body. Boldly, he sent her a friend request and hoped she liked him too. Generally, mutants went with mutants, cyborgs with cyborgs and the two never crossed. It was an unwritten rule in life. Only the deep, dark and disturbed ever entwined them and Monsoon qualified for all three. Hopefully Alexia would too. She certainly looked like a twisted individual.

To his delight, she responded immediately.

'Hello my dear. How are you?'

Now Monsoon's magnets were well and truly buzzing. He shivered as they vibrated and he typed back, 'I'm fine. You're a pretty mutant.'

'Thank you. Are you worthy of my power?'

'I hope so. Let me show you nature's law so we can find out.'

'Oh what fun!'

They chatted at length, Monsoon's magnets now on red alert and vibrating like crazy. His cyborg heart was racing as was her virus ridden one. From their Internet conversation, it soon became very clear to Monsoon that Alexia was indeed into cyborgs.

Her message, 'I want to ride you like a donkey eeoorrhhh!' confirmed this.

Monsoon concluded that they were meant to be together, their souls were entwined. Never before had somebody sent him such a delightful message. He desperately wanted to be next to her and show her all his moves, maybe even introduce her to Distopia and Lorentz the Wheel. Perhaps he would even let her stroke them. He was also eager to see some of her moves too. Then suddenly, a new message:

'To meet or not to meet? I would love for you to come and serve me.'

It was as if she had read his mind! He told her nothing would give him greater pleasure. She told him her address, a castle on a place called Rockfort Island. He would have to catch a boat to get there! What a mission, plus he was a little nervous at being the only cyborg there but he knew that she would be worth it.

Early the next morning before the sun had even rose, he woke and polished himself up to be exquisite and stuffed his pouches full of 'essentials' for his meeting with Alexia, chuckling sinisterly to himself. At long last, he would be able to act upon his fantasies. He pulled a cheeky sickie with work, telling Armstrong that he felt too weak to come in, he was suffering with the dreaded glitch, and would need a few days in bed to recover.

"Huh, candyass, you need better nanomachines, son," Armstrong grunted at him.

Monsoon grinned silently to himself; if he only knew. He said goodbye to his beloved wheel as it was too big to take with him but he would take Dystopia, just in case of trouble, and scurried out to the port under the cloak of darkness.

He arrived at the port and looked at the destinations:

'Skyrim' hell no, 'Silent Hill', tempting but maybe some other time, 'New Vegas' definitely when he had more caps to spend, ahh 'Rockfort Island' – Gate 666 for the Queen Zenobia.

Monsoon waited in line to board and realised that in his rush, he had forgotten to book a damn ticket! How could he have been so stupid? Head was all clouded up with Veronica virus! However, he knew there was no need for panic – it was a mistake that was easily rectified. Thinking of his motto for life, 'the strong prey upon the weak' he spotted a young woman, Jill Valentine, standing alone in the queue. A smoke grenade would have been useful here but there were too many other people around, he had to try something more discreet. He sidled up to her in his purple aura, detaching all his parts and glitching ever so slightly to shock her and throw her off guard.

"Err… can I help you?" she asked, a hint of distain in her voice.

Cyborgs were very rarely seen in these lands, especially one as freakish as Monsoon. They were often met with hostility, born from fear. Weaklings deserved everything they got he figured. At least his darling Alexia was not so narrow minded. And Jill was not even mutation… eurgh. Humans repulsed him even more than other cyborgs.

He stared over her shoulder at nothing, a false look of horror slowly descending on his face and began to point with his one hand, while slyly detaching the other.

"What… what is that? Good god is that a wheel?" he asked, a staged quiver in his voice.

As predicted, Jill turned and looked at the fake distraction, giving him chance to quickly send his free hand into her back pocket and snaffle her ticket. Was she that stupid? On realising there was nothing there, she turned back and asked him, "What the hell? There's no wheel there what are you talking about?"

"Oh, I do apologise," he smiled back at her falsely. "As you can see, my eyes are not the best. In fact I don't have any. I must have been mistaken."

Jill's expression changed while Monsoon felt smug; she hadn't even realised she'd been robbed. The smugness soon turned to anger when he saw the pity in her eyes. Damn, if she knew the power he wielded! He did not need her pity!

"It's OK, don't worry about it, you do look like there's something wrong with you; you're awfully glitchy," she said and pulled out some kind of plant from her pocket… "Here, take this."

What was this? A blue herb? What the hell was a cyborg meant to do with a herb and why on earth was it blue? Was he meant to eat it or smoke it? He thanked her anyway; perhaps it would come in useful later. Maybe he could give it to Alexia as a token of his love. And he really resented the comment about there being 'something wrong with him'. And as for 'Glitchy'? How rude! He wanted to snap back 'at least I'm not laggy' but knew better than to lower himself with such childishness. He quickly moved away before she noticed her ticket was missing, shaking his head at her ignorance.

Little did he know, Jill's extremely possessive boyfriend was working as head of security and had seen on CCTV what he had done. Seething with rage, Nemesis vowed revenge.

Aboard the ship, Monsoon began to feel even more out of place. It was teaming with BOW's alike. He was definitely the only cyborg. He sat on the deck, attempting to be discreet, and watched them intently as they crawled, slithered, scurried and stomped past. They looked so much more endearing in the flesh; the screen on his laptop did not do them justice. And to see the many different ways they moved and hear the grunts and groans enchanted him in ways he had never thought possible. His magnets were vibrating again and his purple glow was exceptionally bright – damn it could be embarrassing sometimes, he may as well have had a beacon above him saying 'Turned on cyborg right here!' Of course, he never had this problem at home…

The view of the choppy waters soon put a stop to his arousal as a wave of seasickness hit him. Missing the bright lights of Denver and his precious wheel didn't help either, and neither did not being able to flaunt his powers. It would freak them out and he didn't want to run the risk of being thrown overboard. His appearance was unnerving enough for them, they couldn't handle him in his terrifying true form. Weaklings.

He went inside before the seasickness made him do anything unpleasant and headed for the bar. If ever there was a time for some Nanopaste it was now. The barmaid was a gorgeous blonde named Rachael who was oozing with T-abyss virus and Monsoon's mood was immediately uplifted. Wow, she was stunning. Not quite as stunning as Alexia but still hot enough to get his magnets going.

"Hiya, what can I get you?" she giggled flirtatiously at him.

"A double shot of Nanopaste please," he smiled at her.

"Nanopaste?" a look of confusion spread upon her mutated face.

"Yeah, you know, Nanopaste! White putty stuff that makes you feel good."

"Oh, amphetamines?"

"No!" Monsoon snapped impatiently. "NANOPASTE!"

Rachael glared at him angrily, "Do not raise your voice at me, cyborg. I am sorry but we don't do this Nanopaste you speak of."

She practically spat out the word 'cyborg'. Monsoon composed himself, they were bound to hate him if he lost his temper so quickly and yelled at the staff. He had to be polite.

"Forgive me, I'm just a bit on edge, what would you recommend then sweetie?" he grinned extending his hand across the counter in an attempt to offer his friendship as a disguise for a cheeky feel of her slimy flesh.

She swiftly pulled away intimidated by his glow and the strange humming sound his magnets were generating, and went on to show him the top shelf. Of course, this was BOW land. He had to drink whatever they did. The top shelf boasted a string of vials containing all manner of strong viruses, some of which he had never heard of.

Rachael looked him up and down, the corner of her upper lip curling in disgust at him.

"Well for you, I would say the G-virus."

"Is that your best?" Monsoon asked.

"Yes. Hurry up and stop wasting time with your unnecessarily long cut scenes."

"I'll have that then."

Again, he decided to take advantage of his abilities and detached his hand. If she wouldn't let him touch her innocently then he would cop a feel of her ass when she turned around to get his beverage. That would teach her. Oh, it felt good… so slimy… yes. His first touch of mutant!

"Eek what was that?" she shrieked.

Monsoon quickly returned his hand and smiled innocently, "I don't know. Nothing."

"Here," she said abruptly slamming the purple vial down on the bar. "That's 1000 exp."

The taste of the shot of G-virus was vile, resembling feet and armpits. Monsoon tried not to shudder as he necked it down in one. A big smirk was now on Rachael's face, like she knew the effect it would have on him. Within minutes it started to surge through his body.

To his horror, bits of his leg began to detach all by themselves and move away from him. Arh! What was this madness? He felt extremely dizzy too and was in dire need of a comfy place to sit down. He saw a sofa on the other side of the room and staggered to it, leaving a trail of pieces of his thighs behind. He collapsed on it and shattered all over the place, squealing. A foot rolled over to Ustanak who had been enjoying a quiet pint of C-virus, which infuriated him greatly. He snarled and booted it back towards the metallic mess and landed it in the side of Monsoon's head, turning it to face his violently twitching arm, as if it wasn't bad enough being kicked in the head with his own foot.

He stammered to himself, "No, not the glitch. Please don't let me get sick with glitch!"

"Pull yourself together!" Ustanak bellowed at him. "Nobody wants to see that weird shit around here! You may be able to do that fucked up stuff where you come from but we will not tolerate it on this ship! If you can't handle your G-virus then stay the fuck out of the bar!"

The angry yells of a huge, lumbering BOW snapped Monsoon back to reality and he did indeed pull himself together. Now everybody in the bar was staring at him. Two hunter children were that traumatised, they were in tears.

"I can take it," he said defiantly.

Thank god, his arm had stopped glitching. That was a relief. A nasty glitch infection would not look good in front of Alexia. It was of little comfort against the sheer embarrassment of falling apart in public, especially in front of such judgemental BOW's that he wanted to impress.

"Obviously you can't!" Rachael taunted from the bar. "Anymore of your freaky glitchy cyborg shit and I'll call security!"

Monsoon dusted himself off and muttered, "Ridiculous."

Why did these creatures hate him so much? Bad memes, it must have been. He could break this ship in two if he wanted, maybe he would once he was off it just to teach them a lesson. Parts of it would make lovely additions to his wheel…

Monsoon needed some time to recover from his shot of G-virus. Despite being able to hold himself together, there was still something not quite right. His fingers were tingling and he had a weird sensation in his arm. Urh. Hopefully it would ware off soon. He would certainly stick to Nanopaste in future, virus did not agree with him.

Feeling increasingly angry that his trip was going downhill, he needed something to pick his mood back up. The Queen Zenobia had a casino; he could have lots of fun there.

On his way there, he attracted lots of stares and whispers.

"Look at that!"

"What the fuck?"

"Oh my god, stay away from it children!"

"Holy shit, I knew cyborgs were gross but that one… EURGH!"

"Hope it doesn't get near me, it has a nasty disease."

This vexed Monsoon even more. Did they think just because he had a big dome on his head that he was deaf? Or were they so arrogant they didn't care? He wanted to scream in their faces to stop referring to him as 'it' and 'cyborg' and that he did not have glitch! He had a name!

"My name is Monsoon of the Winds of Destruction!" he triumphantly told the cashier at the casino.

"I don't care who you are, behave yourself and none of your weird coming apart shit," she responded, flinging his chips across the counter.

How did she know what had happened in the bar? They must have been contacting each other on codec. Damn these BOW's, they were really starting to get to him. Despite starting to hate their ignorance and downright racism, he was still shamefully attracted to them.

He made his way to the slot machines, where he spotted Jill again. How did she get on the ship without a ticket? It didn't matter. In fact he was glad; she was weak and he could toy with her again.

She was piling all her coins into slots and getting increasingly frustrated. Every time she lost, not because of her bad luck but because Monsoon was using his magnetic power to rig the wheels. He laughed maniacally to himself as Jill put the last of her coins in and lost again.

"That's enough of that," she muttered bitterly and stormed off.

Monsoon swept in on the abandoned machines and used some of nature's force to drain it of its contents.

"I have won this," he giggled to himself as he filled up his pouches.

It was a big mistake on his part. Again, his dastardly deeds had been spotted by Nemesis, who was following Jill around on the CCTV.

Up in the security office, he slammed his fist down in rage.

"Who is this freak who keeps picking on my lovely Jill? I am going to blast it into the middle of next week," he fumed patting his rocket launcher.

At that moment, Rachael entered to report the incident in the bar.

"It is a freak. It touched my ass. It thinks I didn't notice but I did. Then it OD'ed on G-virus and went to pieces! It was gross," she vented.

"Right. That's it, I'm going to blast it," Nemesis vowed, picking up his weapon.

"No!" cried Rachael. "Don't do that! It can control metal! It might fire it back on you or something. We need to think about this."

Nemesis tapped his huge mutated fingers on the desk as he thought, "We need more information about it. I know."

He called down to the cashier in the casino and asked, "That metal thing over by the slot machines with the fishbowl on its head, can you go over to it and ask for some ID? I need to Google it."

"It said it's a Mongsoon with Wings in Construction."

"Thanks."

Nemesis tapped this into Google and after correcting the mistake managed to find some information: annoying, frustrating, powerful, throws helicopters, hard. This concerned him. One could not simply blast him with an RPG. Maybe he should speak to someone… who did he work for again? Winds of Destruction… Nemesis figured the cyborg must have had one hell of an ego to announce where he worked and then go on to cause mayhem. Either that or he was stupid.

Nemesis made a few calls and soon he was through to none other than Senator Steven Armstrong.

"Hello. I wonder if you could help me. I've got one of your Monsoons on board my ship and it's been causing a lot of trouble."

"Oh really? Well I'll cause a lot of trouble for that pansy when he gets back," Armstrong was not impressed. Monsoon had called in sick! What was he doing on a ship?

"His behaviour violates Umbrella policy you see. I was wondering if you had any tips for dealing with him?"

"As a matter of fact I do…"

Monsoon continued to play the slots, genuinely now just for fun, blissfully unaware of the approaching danger. He was starting to enjoy himself now! Plus he had loads of money that he planned to treat Alexia with. She wanted to be worshipped like a queen and he was all too happy to do that. Suddenly, all his fantasies were shattered when he heard a dark, menacing growl of not 'Stars' but:

"Desperado."

That voice could only belong to one person… Nemesis! Monsoon laughed, feeling cocky and full of himself because he'd won on the slots. Nemesis – that weakling? Ha! That rocket launcher he carried, he would dismantle that and throw it in his face and his punches would be easy to dodge if he came apart. He wouldn't even need his Sais. It was almost too easy. However he didn't bank on the inside knowledge Nemesis had, which taught him of his weakness…

The trudging footsteps came closer to him and Nemesis let out a bellowing roar, ruffling his hair a bit. Monsoon turned and flashed him his trademark arrogant smug grin, "What?"

"Why are you picking on my little honeypot Jill?" Nemesis shouted in his face.

That was a dumb question. Monsoon was done being polite to these mutated freaks when they would not extend him the same courtesy. He sneered back, "Wind blows, rain falls and the strong prey upon the weak!"

"What kind of bullshit answer is that? Don't try to confuse me with your cyborg waffle!"

Nemesis attempted to grab him but when this didn't work he reached into his pocket and pulled out…no… could it be? AN EMP GRENADE!

"No… Stop it!" Monsoon squealed and raised his arms in defence but it did nothing.

Nemesis pummelled him with three grenades just to make sure then landed him a tremendous blow to the head. Monsoon yelped as his body began to shatter and his vision became distorted and snowy with the message:

Error.

Erorr. Meme.

Errorrrr.

Eeeewheeleerr

Darkness took him. The darkness being an angry Nemesis stuffing all his pieces into a potato sack and marching off to the depths of the ship…

When he came to, he felt bleary and disorientated. Three EMP's in one go? Was that really necessary? They had given him a very bad headache and he had no clue about how long he had been unconscious. And where the hell was he? There was a huge flag hanging on the wall in front of him with some weird symbol of a dog and the word Veltro on in, whatever that meant. No time to wonder about such petty things, not once he realised what a terrible mess he was in!

He was strapped to a wooden chair with gaffer tape and his entire body was… no... those monsters from Umbrella… They had stuck him back together the wrong way around! His kneecaps were where his elbows should be and his leg and arm had been swapped. His other leg was where it should be but facing the wrong way round. His only limb that was in the right place was his left arm but there was a piece missing out of it. The worst part about this travesty was that there was nothing he could do about it! He was totally covered in gaffer tape!

He squirmed trying desperately to break free but to no avail. There was nobody in the room with him but a huge CCTV camera was pointed right at him. Monsoon glared at it in defiance and summoned all his power to blow it up. How dare they! Now to get out of this prison and off the ship; he was so sick of all the nonsense that he was willing to swim the rest of the way. It was utterly ridiculous. With all his raging thoughts, he regained his strength and was able to summon his Sais, which were placed on a table a few feet away, and tear his way out of his gaffer tape prison and reassemble himself correctly, only his left arm was shorter than his right because of the piece missing. Where it had gone remained a mystery. It was too far away to even magnetise back. He was annoyed at having to peel the bits of gaffer tape off his body parts too. To think they could stop him with such pathetic tools; they had no idea of the power he had. BOW's were not known for their intelligence. If they thought he was causing trouble by fiddling a measly slot machine then what would they think of the hell he could really unleash?

He sensed the ship had stopped moving. Had they arrived at Rockfort Island? He hoped so. If only he had just taken his own transport, his Modded Metal Gear Ray but Armstrong would have surely noticed it was missing and questioned his sick day.

He removed the padlock on the door with ease, again chuckling to himself at Nemesis' lack of intelligence. EMP grenades… cheap tricks, he thought. Stereotyping wildly though, BOW's were dumb; it simply was the way things were.

As he headed down the corridor, Nemesis appeared, blocking his way.

"Where do you think you're going cyborg?" he asked, sternly looking down at Monsoon, who was tall but nothing in comparison to him. He raised his hand and began sprouting his tentacles, preparing to make him OD again on his own personal brand of virus.

"Come on… Hit me!" Monsoon taunted him, doing his tornado move and firing one of his kneecaps at him at full force.

Not only was Nemesis bewildered at the metallic piece pounding him in the forehead but he was horrified and sickened by Monsoon disassembling himself in such a way. Sickened enough to gasp and stagger back so the fully-charged, angry cyborg could whiz past him and hastily get to land. If it meant leaving a part of his arm behind then it was a sacrifice he would have to make. Again, even though regrettable, it was just the way things had to be. Luckily, he had a spare body back at World Marshall. He hoped Alexia would still find him attractive with one arm longer than the other.

Nemesis stomped his foot in complete and utter rage as he paced the staffroom of the Queen Zenobia. Never before had he been so mad! That damn robotic monstrosity! The ego on it was unlike anything he had ever seen, of all the video game characters in all the land. Who in their right mind would have the nerve to taunt and mock the Nemesis? Who was he anyway? All he had was one short chapter and a bit of DLC to his name, Nemesis had an entire game named after him! He was a legend! The fact that Monsoon had gotten away and made a mockery of him had really gotten under his lumpy, slimy deformed skin. And to pick on Jill - the object of his desire, his one true love, his obsession… well that was the straw that broke the camel's back.

"Calm down babe, I don't like it when you get mad," Jill pleaded with him.

"I won't have it! Nobody makes a fool out of me and hurts you, especially not a weirdo, hippy, glitching cyborg with no eyes! I am going to crush him," Nemesis fumed.

He altered his main target: Monsoon. Objective: Annihilate!

"Desperado," he growled.

Monsoon took in his new surroundings and drew a deep breath, so happy to be off that wretched ship. In the distance at the peak of a hill, stood the majestic Ashford castle. He smiled lustfully as his magnets gave a slight buzz. He could almost taste Alexia's sweet mutation. Once she was in his arms, all the anger and sorrow he had endured on the Queen Zenobia would be washed away.

Meanwhile, Alexia Ashford was skipping around her bedroom in her castle joyfully singing to herself. She could hardly contain her excitement over going on her first date with the lovely Monsoon. She had endured relations with many a BOW: Ustanak, Tyrant, William Birkin, Albert Wesker, her brother, even Nemesis… Yet none of them satisfied her hunger for something different… Cyborg. Like Monsoon, she had kept her fetish a secret. She was so happy when he had contacted her online and on looking at his Facebook profile, found they had so much in common. They were both annoying, difficult, frustrating, hard to S rank yet also intelligent, arrogant, obsessive, enjoyed waffling about their beliefs, hated the rest of the world and could do freakish things with their bodies that defied all logic. They were so different yet so alike… a paradox. How beautiful… exquisite even. She wanted to make love to him so bad. The sex they would have would be… unique, unduplicated by any other couple in the universe. Oh god…

She sprayed herself in pheromone perfume, brushed her hair and applied her make-up while her servants carried out her orders in setting things up for the game she had in store for him.

Although it was nowhere near as much of an ordeal as the boat trip, Monsoon's short journey to the castle did not run smoothly. Every now and then he would feel a strange sensation in his missing piece of arm that would send an odd surge through his body and temporarily paralyse him for a few moments. It was nothing as bad as an EMP grenade to the face yet still uncomfortable. Plus, he had to stop to vomit on the way, which was also unnerving as technically he did not have a stomach. What also bothered him was that there seemed to be some kind of thing in what he brought up, a weevil type creature… He hoped it was just a side effect of the seasickness and that there was not something seriously wrong with him. If he happened to throw up a weevil in front of Armstrong, the consequences would be dire.

"Please don't let me be diseased," he prayed to nobody because religion was a joke. "I'm not like the rest of this world… I'm unique and downright amazing. I can't die."

It seemed his prayers were answered and the sickness passed. He hopped along the walls up the hill passing by the faff in the training facility by leaping over the roof. Finally, the castle was near. With every jump he took, his glow grew brighter and his smile wider.

Before he knocked the front door, he gave himself a quick polish, brushed his hair and checked everything was in order. It was, aside from the missing piece of arm, which maybe he deserved after cheating Jill twice. It was nature running its course. He was fine without it anyway. It didn't stop him feeling nervous though.

On tapping on the wooden door, he was greeted by a hunter dressed as a butler who said, "Ah… Cordial greetings Mr. Monsoon, the queen has been expecting you. Do come in."

"Just Monsoon is fine, thank you," he smiled feeling grateful that the mutations here were not as ignorant and vile as the ones on the Queen Zenobia. Things were looking up.

The butler led him to a magnificent dining room set up by candlelight where his date awaited. Monsoon was awestruck. Her unmatched beauty rendered him totally speechless. Despite her Facebook pictures being stunning, they did not do her justice. He still could hardly believe how lucky he was to be here. The horrible journey had been worth it for this moment alone.

"Hello my dear," Alexia beamed, obviously she was equally as pleased to see him.

She got up from her chair to embrace him in a welcoming hug and kiss him on the cheek. Monsoon buzzed and wrapped his arms around her, inhaling her sweet perfume. She was wearing a long purple dress so he would have to wait to touch her flesh. He couldn't wait to get her naked in bed.

The meal was gorgeous. Alexia had done her research on cyborg food and Monsoon was delighted to be served with Nanopaste and Electrolytes! How thoughtful of her. They held hands over the table and chatted about memes, bioweapons, magnetics and ants.

"How many retries do you take to S rank on very hard?" Alexia asked, affectionately stroking his hand.

"I know of someone who used hundreds," Monsoon answered, a slight smirk appearing on his face. "I'm the hardest, most frustrating boss in the game."

"Me too," she giggled back at him. "I'm almost impossible to hit with a linear launcher. Hehe. Think of the power we would have if we teamed up. Imagine how infuriating we would be! We could have world domination."

She winked playfully at him and he felt a slimy tentacle rub his foot under the table. He gave her a cheeky smile, "Oh, you wanna play footsies do you?"

Removing his hand he sent it underneath and naughtily up her dress to caress her thighs. Hopefully she wouldn't freak out or think that he was being too forward but he wasn't going to waste time; she should know what his intentions were.

Alexia loved it. He was vibrating ever so slightly and gave off a soft yet electrifying tingle. She was intrigued by what else he could do.

"How does that feel?" he smiled seductively giving her leg a little squeeze.

"Oh, it's amazing," she gasped. "I am so intrigued by your abilities. You are a magnificent specimen."

"Thank you," Monsoon blushed. "Shall we go upstairs and I can show you nature's law?"

Alexia's face lit up, "Yes, I'd like that very much."

She took him upstairs into a secret attic that was full of toys and had a carousel in the middle of it. Cute, he thought. They lay on the floor gazing longingly at each other. Alexia couldn't keep her hands off him, drawn by his magnetism. With every stroke of his chest his purple glow grew stronger.

"It's cool that you're in touch with nature but there's nothing natural about you," she said.

"I know. I'm a paradox. Nothing about me makes sense," he said, a smug tone in his voice.

"I like that. There are things about me that don't make sense too. There's this thing with my brother but I'll explain that another time…"

"Leave the past where it is. I have no interest in whatever you and your brother got up to. We have both committed terrible crimes but needs must in this cruel, diseased world. Tonight is about us and the pleasure we can give each other. Tomorrow we can kill, or we might be killed."

"Oh Monsoon you say the sweetest things. Can I ask you a question?" she giggled nervously and her cheeks heated up.

"Ask me anything your heart desires my love."

"Erm… would you mind if I… umm… touched your dome?"

Yes! He thought she would never ask. His smile widened as he took hold of her wrists and guided her to his primary erogenous zone on his head. As soon as her palms touched him, he gave her a pleasurable electric jolt. She looked at him with eyes brimming with passion and lust and climbed onto his lap so she could get a better grip on his dome, circling her thumbs to massage him and gently stroking him with her fingertips. He felt so aroused that his purple neon glow intensified enough to light up the entire room creating a romantic soft lighting effect. They shared a passionate kiss, adhering to their pasts when they were both human. Alexia ran her hands down his back and settled them on his Sais, her curiosity spiking.

"Can you show me?" she asked.

Monsoon happily obliged and performed some of his tricks with Dystopia, teasingly twiddling her hair around it.

"How amusing," she giggled then asked enthusiastically. "Can I have a go?"

Begrudgingly, Monsoon parted with one of his Sai, warning to be careful with it so she would not hurt herself or the Sai. Alexia simply laughed and used her own powers to enchant it with fire, creating a beautiful improved weapon entwined with dancing purple flames. There was no doubt about it, Monsoon was falling in love.

"Definitely exquisite," he gasped.

Alexia kissed him again. Monsoon kissed back while running his fingers through her hair and using his abilities to unbutton her dress. It was about time she showed him some of that beautiful virus addled skin. He took charge, demonstrating how bossy and dominating he could be, and lay her back on the floor to straddle her.

"You're mine," he said licking his lips.

He teased her, running his tongue along her neck and caressing her breasts. Alexia moaned gratefully in ecstasy, enjoying the foreplay. She lifted her leg up and lovingly rubbed her foot against the side of his head. For both of them, it felt like paradise. Monsoon felt her body heat up. Oh god… was she? Yes! She was starting to mutate!

He gazed in fascination and euphoric wonder as her dress became engulfed in flames before his eyes and her skin transformed into her true form… The sheer magnitude of his arousal was almost shameful. No cyborg could thrill him like this. It was like a dream come true.

"You… you are beautiful," he whispered, so enthralled by her that he could barely speak.

Alexia looked at him expectantly and commanded him, "Serve me, my sexy specimen."

Monsoon obeyed. He liked it that she was ordering him around and giving him a taste of his own medicine. Like him, she was no pushover and fiery in more ways than one. He ran his tongue down the middle of her body, sucking and kissing as he went while placing his hands on her breasts and giving her a warm, sensational vibration. His face between her thighs, he prepared to feast on her. Only in his wildest fantasies had he done this, never, ever had he imagined that he would be doing it for real with such a stunning and powerful BOW. He was in heaven. He flicked his tongue on her, enjoying her taste as she was pleased by him.

However as his love muscle burrowed in deeper he felt something nip him so he looked down and saw an ant crawl out of her moist love pot! He leapt back, not because of the ant (that didn't bother him) but because he could feel something in his throat. No… was he going to be sick again?

"What's wrong my sweet cyborg?" Alexia asked sounding alarmed.

He spluttered clamping his hand over his mouth but it did nothing to contain the spew that came out and splattered over her leg. Mortified, he apologised repeatedly but all Alexia could do was smile seductively… did she actually like it? Surely no species could get turned on by being vomited on? He looked down and to his surprise, saw that he had thrown up another weevil only this time, it was made of metal and giving off the same purple magnetic aura that he was! He watched, stunned, as it scurried up her inner thigh and entered her.

She let out a cry of pleasure, "Oh Monsoon that feels so good!"

"Do you like it?" he asked.

"Yes!" she squealed.

He grinned at her, making out that he meant to do it. She sat up and began caressing his dome with her tentacle, exciting him very much. It wouldn't be long before he climaxed. Alexia sensed this and intensified her actions, pressing her body against his, savouring the gentle hum and vibration he gave her… It was hard to know who was getting the most pleasure! Monsoon guided her to the sweet spot on his dome as their lips locked together again. The sensation of her scales against his head was pure paradise and unable to contain himself any longer, he moaned and unleashed oil all over her, before falling to pieces in ecstasy.

"Oh Monsoon," Alexia sighed dreamily as she lay down beside his disassembled parts. "That was amazing. I think I'm in love with you."

Monsoon tenderly stroked her hair with his detached hand, feeling so relaxed in her company that he didn't need to put himself back together, "I love you too, my queen."

He leaned in for a kiss but their beautiful moment was shattered by a loud hammering on the door. A distinct growl could be heard with the undisputed utter of, "Desperado."

Monsoon hastily reassembled himself and drew Dystopia, now on red alert. There was no mistaking that voice… Nemesis. That stubborn freak was still after him! He had to admire his persistence…

"Calm down my love," Alexia attempted to reassure him. "He'll never get you. My men will stop him. Come back here and hold me."

Anxiously, Monsoon lay back down but kept one hand on his Sai, just in case.

"I would very much like you to come to Denver with me," he said, clutching her hand, sensing that his time on Rockfort Island was running out.

Nemesis' thuds on the door grew louder and were answered by Alexia's butler. Sure enough, the noise ceased and Nemesis seemed to retreat… Monsoon breathed a sigh of relief. Not that he couldn't fight him off… he just did not want his time with his beloved Alexia interrupted. He began to recharge himself in preparation for round two, when there was a tremendous crash from above.

Nemesis!

The great beast came thundering through the skylight and landed next to them, his presence shattering their warm embrace.

"Desperado," he growled, glaring menacingly at Monsoon.

Monsoon stood to attention and whipped out both Sais, ready to fight.

"Don't even think about it cyborg!" yelled Nemesis and took out an EMP grenade as a warning.

Monsoon hesitated then lowered his weapon, hoping they could negotiate a truce. At that moment he felt the missing piece of his arm tingle… it must have been close! Nemesis smirked at him and pulled out the piece of metal from his pocket.

"Here, you left this on my ship!" he bellowed hurling it back at him.

"Erm… thank you I guess," Monsoon answered sticking it back in its rightful place.

He should have known all would not be as it seemed. As soon as it was reattached, he felt a sudden pang of hunger for flesh… He looked at his newly acquired arm and to his horror found that he had sprouted an eye!

"What have you done to me?" he yelled.

"You're infected on a massive level," Nemesis said smugly. "There's no cure for you now."

With every breath, he could feel his powers slipping away from him as the infection spread from his arm to every inch of his body. His purple glow was diminished. He fell to his knees in despair and annoyance that he had been thwarted by something as stupid as a Nemesis. A stinging sensation came over his back as the beginnings of tentacles began to sprout. The letters on his shoulder no longer spelled 'Desperado' but… 'UMBRELLA'!

"No! Nemesis how could you do something so horrid?" Alexia cried despairingly wrapping her arms around the distraught Monsoon.

"Shut up Alexia, what are you doing with it anyway?" Nemesis shot back. "Eurgh gross… is that oil on you? You actually had sex with it? You'll catch glitch for sure now."

"He doesn't have glitch! He's a real gentleman and he's amazing in bed!"

Monsoon took a little comfort in hearing his lady defend him but Nemesis' response made his blood run cold.

"Well I bet he didn't make you moan in bed the way I did last night. That threesome we had… man that was good."

He turned and glared at Alexia who did nothing to deny it. He brushed her arms off him and pushed her away. The past was the past… but last night they had been chatting online and promised themselves exclusive to each other! Alexia had betrayed him! If he had eyes in his head, they would have been filling with tears, although sadly it came as no surprise to him. He was used to heartache.

Nemesis roared triumphantly and took out his rocket launcher.

"Now that you're mutation, I can blast you with this," he said pointing it at his head.

Monsoon feebly attempted to use his powers but the mutation was too strong and had taken over.

"Hmph, do as you please," he said glumly, ready to accept his fate with what little dignity he had left.

As Nemesis was about to pull the trigger, he suddenly had a flashback to just before he boarded the Queen Zenobia… Jill had given him a blue herb! Although he couldn't recall at the time, now he remembered reading online somewhere, blue herbs were used to cure poison! Yes! Reenergised, he swiftly threw a smoke grenade to temporarily blind Nemesis, crushed the blue herb in his palm and snorted it. Within seconds, his tentacles dropped off and the eye on his arm withered away. By the time the smoke cleared, his glow had returned and he was fully charged and seething with rage!

"You're dead," he snarled at Nemesis as he blew up the rocket launcher then launched a full scale attack with Dystopia.

Alexia watched in awe as he pummelled him until he lay unconscious on the ground. Nemesis never stood a chance. Monsoon stood proudly over his triumph with his smug grin all over his face.

"Oh baby you're so strong," Alexia gasped. "Come back here and make love to me again."

Monsoon looked at her in disgust. He had no interest in her anymore, he'd had his way with her and she was a filthy cheat anyway. His lust for mutation satisfied, he came to the conclusion that she was not worth his life. Nemesis had almost killed him; he had to look out for himself. He would have to try and learn to love cyborgs!

"I'm sorry," he said regretfully to her. "But it's back to the earth for you."

She began to protest that Nemesis meant nothing to her and it had been a mistake but it was too late. He threw a smoke grenade at her so she would not be able to follow him and disappeared, leaving her sobbing and broken hearted. He couldn't wait to get home and be back in his apartment!

Before he even got to the port, he was confronted by something he did not expect to see… Metal Gear Excelsus! Nevertheless, he was more than happy to jump in. The consequences of Armstrong were the lesser of two evils; he'd just have to take his punishment for pulling a sickie.

"Pansy," Armstrong grunted at him. "I am disappointed in you Monsoon. I did not know you were into such disgusting things..."

"It was a mistake, I should not have tried to fight nature, I let myself down," he answered glumly hanging his head in shame.

"Damn straight. I hope she was worth it. You know I can't let you go unpunished."

Monsoon shrugged; whatever punishment he had lined up for him would be nothing compared to what he had already been through. But of course, Armstrong was one step ahead and called upon his new found friend who he had picked up along the way… none other than Nemesis!

NO!

"Desperado," he grinned, launching an EMP grenade at him.

Armstrong appeared smug and handed out a cigar to Nemesis as Monsoon shattered into pieces.

"Fancy a game of football?" he asked picking up his head.

Nine months later…

"Congratulations Alexia! You have a...a… oh god what is that!"

Alexia held her newborn baby girl in her arms as she gazed adoringly up at her with a grin clearly inherited from her father and burning red eyes from her. She had silver hair, scales, tentacles stumps of wings and her limbs were in segments… was she magnetised and able to come apart too? Alexia looked down at the abomination, a splice between cyborg and T-Veronica virus that would grow and have unimaginable powers… With her and Monsoon as parents, how would she be anything else?

#Fanfiction #Monsoon #Alexia Ashford #Metal Gear Rising #Resident Evil #Nemesis

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