#think that's the ship name we went with pft

[irishk0rn]

more modern au brainrot but with kaellidan

[this is the story of how my parents went on their first date, but kaellidan. I cannot make this shit up. I love this story]

ship; Kael’thas/Illidan

kael is trans btw but it’s mainly to explain something Rommath says

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   As Kael’thas walked by his apartment complex, he paused. He heard a familiar voice exchanging words with a much louder voice; the louder voice being on the balcony of apartment 207, a floor below Kael, Rommath, Halduron and Lor’themar’s. Of course, Aethas crashed there more often than not, so he basically lived there too. They had all pitched in to buy out the entire floor and tore down the walls apart from their own respective rooms, and made it a huge studio. All they paid was utilities.

   The elf looked up to see a woman on the balcony, who he knew as Vashj. She was from another university and seemed to just be visiting for the summer. She had a cup in her hand. Her hair bobbed and bounced as she turned her head to whoever she was talking to.

   “Hey! Illie! That cute little elf you told me about is here.”

   A pulse of shock and adrenaline ran through the blood elf and it felt like all the blood he had in his body rushed to his face, turning him beat red. He shielded over his face with his hand as he heard footsteps quickly making their way down the stairs.

   Oh God, fuck — I just came from the gym, why now? He thought to himself.

   He looked up from his embarrassment to see a man he had met before in passing by around the apartment complex. He was tall — very tall. Muy alto, if he actually applied the Spanish he was learning the year before. He was quite muscular and rough looking, in a tunic that exposed his arms up to his shoulders, where he had numerous tattoos and was completely decked out in scars. The shirt was low cut and collared and he appeared to be wearing a tight black tank top underneath — was that a binder? His trousers were loose fitting and ripped up at the end, and he was wearing sandals without socks. His hair was long and majestic in a loose top knot that left his bangs hanging down, and he had white bandages that were worn and a bit bloody. The faint flow of his eyes could be seen and when he smiled, he had fangs.

   “It’s you,” he said, quickly, “Kael’thas, right? If I’m not mistaken,” his voice had an undoubted Suramar inflection. Kael blushed at having his name remembered and he did nothing but nod at the question for confirmation.

   “I don’t think you caught my name. Stormrage, Illidan Stormrage.”

   Illidan stick out his hand for Kael’thas to shake and the blood elf did, feeling how rough and worn his hands were. His job or hobbies must have included handwork. Kael put on a smile. “Hi, Illidan. Nice to officially meet you. I was just on my way back to my apartment,”

   Kael quickly rushed the sentence and tried to leave but Illidan stepped in front of him. “Hey, wait! Can’t we go out and get a drink together, or something?”

   Blood rose to Kael’s face again. “No, thank you. I’m good. I must be going, now — I have to get ready for work.” That was a complete lie, he was off for the week.

   “Work?” The night elf smiled and tilted his head. “I work as an engineer, you know,” he said, his tone and voice clearly proud of himself. He put his hands on his hips while Kael’thas raised an eyebrow skeptically. “Pft, right,” he chuckled. “You’re the janitor.”

   Obviously offended by this statement, the kal’dorei scoffed and told Kael to wait there. After a few minutes of rummaging around his apartment (and, from what the blonde heard, getting yelled at by another male voice who he assumed to be a friend or sibling), Illidan came back down, holding several items in his arms. He put them down on the ground near Kael before pulling his card out of his pocket and showing the other elf that he was indeed and engineer and one of the higher ranked ones.

   Kael huffed and gave the card back. “Fine. Now what is that for?” he pointed to the pile of rubbish.

   And that’s when Illidan began to stack the items up, as tall as him — which was probably about eight and a half feet — or 262cm for those who use those measurements. Illidan had stacked two ice chests, a large chair, and a picture frame that stacked as tall as he did.

   “If I jump completely over this and land on my feet, you have to go out on a date with me,” he said. Kael’thas let out a long and rich laugh.

   He’s going to fall and bust his ass, Kael thought, as he watched the kal’dorei prepare for his jump. “Alright,” giggled the sin’dorei, “Deal.”

   The night elf counted to himself and, without missing a beat, jumped completely over the items, his heels flying just above the top of the picture frame, and smoothly landed on his feet; catlike. The blonde stared in awe and it looked as if Illidan himself was impressed with the jump. Kael sputtered, loudly.

   “I’m— um— I— you— I-I’m going to… go get ready,”

   Illidan smiled cutely and nodded.

   Kael’thas blinked up to the door of his studio and busted into it. “LOR’THEMAR! ROMMATH! HALDURON!” Kael screamed, in absolute panic. Halduron jolted up from his napping space on the couch and Rommath ran into the room and to Kael’thas, checking and examining him.

   “Sunrise! What happened? Did someone hurt you? Did you forget the morning after pi—”

   Kael’thas blinked. “What? No! Um, this really, really hot kal’dorei asked me out. I need— I need help getting ready.”

—

   The outfit that Lor’themar and Rommath put together as Halduron cheered them on was quite simple, but elegant. It was decked out in reds; it was red slacks and a dark red turtleneck sweater, because it was quite cold outside. Red looks nice in the winter. It was all tied together with a red coat and sunglasses, and he was ready to go out.

   Rommath pulled him into a long and tight embrace and slipped something in his pocket. “Take this,” he said as he pulled away. Kael felt around in his pocket and learned what was in it was a taser.

   “That… does not seem necessary.”

   Rommath huffed, “Just take it. I love you, sunrise. Be safe,”

   It had only taken about an hour and a half to get ready, and when the blood elf walked back outside to meet with Illidan, Illidan had changed. He was in something more formal and his ponytail was much neater, his bangs side swept out of his face. His natural musk also smelled good; irish springs. He had taken a shower.

   Illidan extended a hand. “You look very, very handsome. Shall we go?”

   Kael smiled gently and took his head. “Yes.”

—

   And they stayed out for a long time; neither of them knew what time it was. When one restaurant closed, they went to another. Just chatting and getting to know each other. Hours passed. Coffee and tea was drank and pastries were devoured, and by the time Kael’thas actually checked his phone, it was 4:17 in the morning and he had seventeen missed calls from Rommath.

   Illidan drove Kael home and walked him to his door.

   “I want to see you again,” he said, leaning down and nuzzling his nose into the sin’dorei’s cheek. “I would love to. And we will. I promise,” Kael replied.

   Illidan leaned forward to press his lips to Kael’thas’s. Kael pressed his forehead to Illidan’s and smiled a bit. “Soon. I will see you soon,” he nestled his nose against the kal’dorei’s and cupped his face, loosening the bandages around his eyes. It was a vulnerable state to put Illidan in; showing his eyes. But he didn’t shy away, not from the blood elf.

   After a gentle few moments, Illidan put the bandages back on and went to his car, where he watched for a moment and made sure Kael made it up to his apartment before he drove off.

   The lights were off in the apartment, and Kael thanked his lucky stars that Theron or Rommath wasn’t there to scold him—

   The lamp clicked on, revealing a very not happy Rommath. “And just where have you been?”

   Kael squeaked. “Rommath! Uh, I was still out with um, with Illidan. We went to some coffee shops and talked and…”

   “Did you have sex with him?!”

   The blonde blinked. “What?? No! I’m not that easy, damn!”

   Rommath sighed and walked up to Kael and hugged him. “You smell like irish springs. I’m glad you’re safe, sun. I was worried about you,” Rommath pulled away, but kept his hands gentle on Kael’s shoulders. “When you didn’t answer my calls, I feared the worst. Halduron and Lor’themar had to talk me out of calling the police…”

   Sunstrider smiled tenderly and kissed Rommath’s cheek. “Thank you, Rommie. I had fun. Good night, now,”

   “Good night, sunbird,”

#world of warcraft #wow #illidan stormrage #kaellidan #kael'thas sunstrider #illithas #irishkorn fics #irishkorn #modern au #modern with magic

[messedupessy]

💕💙💘 Buc and Boney~

Ohhh damn so did not expect to see this ship in my inbox damn 👀 this has been awhile but damn this gonna be fun, hopefully I can get Buc to be in character and stuff grnkjegekj

Buc is @tyranttortoise‘s oceanfell snas boi btw grkjegkje

💕: who is more likely to make huge declarations of love in front of other people?

I can see them jokingly doing big declarations in public, but doing it for real? Not sure, like Boney is a romantic kind of boy but doing those kinds of things when it’s serious might be a bit too much, like holding hands/arms and other kind of PDA he is all for but like huge, huge declarations is like a no.

Think Buc is a bit the same, except I think he isn’t an overly romantic kind of guy, like PDA and shit is fine, especially more naughtier one’s, but huge declarations of love is a no unless made for fun.

Or when both are drunk off their asses, then who knows what will happen pft. 

💙: who is more protective?

Buc, I think, he got that feel in my opinion of being a tad bit more protective over the people he cares about. While Boney is a tad bit protective too, like not overbearingly so but still protective, so do I think Buc is a tad bit more, I could be wrong but that’s the overall feel I get from him.  

💘: who developed a crush on the other first?

Not sure, maybe Boney, maybe Buc, could see it go either way to be honest.

Like both of them are attracted to one another when first meeting and getting to know one another, like Buc is a so called bad boy which is one of Boney’s weaknesses and they got some stuff in common, while I think Buc would find Boney really pretty and just fun to have around.

So can see Buc only been interested at first just sexually, but then things turning more into a crush as times goes by and they get to know one another.

While Boney it would be something that would sneak up on him, like yes Buc is good looking and great to have around, so who cares if he hits like many of Boney’s list of good bad boy qualities? It’s not like he is going to suddenly end up crushing randomly one day haha… unless??? And then end up terrified because he do not want to fall in love because he scared he will get hurt again etc, and so cue the drinking and some minor avoiding so to not arouse suspicion.

So yeah, can see it go either way really pft

Asks from here 

#bonebuc #think that's the ship name we went with pft #fontcest #seaswap #MessedUpEssy #oceanfell #seaswap papyrus #oceanfell sans #Essy Answers #Essy's Undertale Headcanons #ask thingie thing #ah finally done with the last of these #sorry this took awhile #ended up procrastinating a bit #but here it is #enjoy ye

[rbbalmung]

Pokemon SwSh GPL AU: Get to know ______

Guys, it’s time for my favourite pokemon ship. Prepare for loads of fluff. 

Get to Know Gloria x Hop (Postwickshipping/Hpyu): 

1: Who spends almost all their money on the other? I headcannon that Gloria really likes pokemon plushies, so Hop is always unconsciously checking the stuffed animal section of stores to see if there’s any she doesn’t have. Gloria tries really hard to get him books that pertain to his research, but she really has no clue what he studies aside from the fact that it’s legendary pokemon (Legendary Pokemon are his focus). 

2: Who sleeps in the other’s lap? Gloria! They are the cuddliest couple ever. There’s about a foot size difference between them, so she fits perfectly in his lap. (Hop is def the little spoon, tho). 

3: Who walks around the house half-naked and who yells at them to put on some clothes? TBH, they would both walk around the house half naked. They’re comfort first babies, so you know Gloria’s bra is coming off and Hop is discarding his work clothes the second their door is closed. I think it’s kind of a casual thing for them, though. They’ve known each other long enough that this kind of thing doesn’t bother them. 

4: Which one tells the other not to stay up all night and which one stays up all night anyway? Gloria has to drag Hop’s ass to bed pretty much every night. They’re both busy people, but we all know that Hop would lose track of time while working on his thesis. It is a fact that if Gloria doesn’t come to get him, he will fall asleep on his desk. 

5: Which one tries to make food for the other but burns it all by accident and which one tells them that it’s okay and makes them both cookies? They’re actually both pretty good cooks (Gloria’s mama owns a restaurant in Wedgehurst and Hop’s mom is obsessed with cooking), but I think Hop would probably be the one to burn all the food. The only reason why is because he has a harder time focusing solely on cooking instead of trying to multitask. Now, baking is a whole other story. They’re both terrible at it. 

6: Which one reads OTP prompts and says “Oh that’s us!” and which one goes “Eh, not really”? Gloria would be the one to read the prompts and Hop would be the denier (he secretly thinks it’s really cute whenever she does it). 

7: Which one constantly wears the other’s clothes? Gloria. 100% Gloria. She is constantly cold and has a passion for stealing Hop’s hoodies. He thinks its adorable because they’re always really big on her. 

8: Which one spends all day running errands and which one says “You remembered [thing], right?” Hop would be the errand runner and Gloria would make sure he remembered everything. It goes back to Hop’s mind being a million places at once and Gloria hyper focusing on one thing at a time. 

9: Which one drives the car and which one gives them directions? Hop would drive and Gloria would give directions for similar reasons to the question above. 

10: Which one does the posing while the other one draws? Hop doodles Gloria sometimes to keep his hands busy. It’s kind of an absent minded thing for him to do while reading an article/book. Once Sonia caught him doing it, and when I say she teases him relentlessly, I mean it. Hop absolutely does not let Gloria see these doodles (they’re very cutesy and he’d die of embarrassment). 

11: If they were about to rob a museum, which one does backflips through lasers and which one is strolling behind with a bag of chips? Hop would be the backflipper and Gloria would be the follower. Think back to their GPL season: Hop was blazing ahead at all times without a care in the world. Gloria is the slowest traveler in the world because she likes talking to everyone and visiting all the stores.  

12: Which one of your OTP overdoes it on the alcohol and which one makes the other stop drinking? Neither of them can hold their alcohol, but Hop at least has more body mass than Gloria. They’re a pair of lightweights and nothing you can say will convince me otherwise. (Let’s be real: Bede has to be the one to make sure they get home). 

14: Which one keeps accidentally using the other’s last name instead of their own? Gloria. I actually believe that Gloria would keep her last name even after she and Hop get married because it belongs to her mama (after the divorce, they both changed their last names to match her mama’s maiden name). Hop is also a proud Hoffman, so he wouldn’t use the name Park. However, everyone else will mix it up. Gloria gets called “Mrs. Hoffman” all the time if she’s arriving for restaurant reservations or something of the like. Newer reporters/young children call Hop “Mr. Park” because they just assume Park was his last name. 

15: Which one screams about the spider and which one brings the spider outside? Neither of them are scared of bug pokemon. 

16: Which one gives the other their jacket? HOP. I mentioned it earlier, but Gloria is always cold. Bede asks why he doesn’t just make Gloria bring her own jacket and Hop replies that he likes it when she wears his jacket (they’re freaking sappy).  

17: Who keeps getting threatened by the other’s overprotective older sibling? Pft. Leon? Please. By this point, he’s become the big brother of Gloria as well. The League members are a completely different story. They all like Hop, but since Gloria is one of their younger members and the biggest sweetheart, they’re a protective bunch (Especially Melony and Gordie). 

18: Who’s the first one to admit they have feelings for the other? Gloria, but it didn’t go well. It was right before he was leaving to finish up high school studying abroad, and the timing wasn’t right (aka Hop turned her down because he hadn’t yet realised his feelings for her). Gloria tries her best to move on but never truly gets over him. Luckily, his feelings hit him like a bag of bricks to the stomach when they reunite a couple years later.  

19: How good would your OTP be at parenting? The best. They would definitely be the cool parents (I mean, come on. They’re the freaking heroes of Galar!). I think they’d also be super supportive of their child’s choices. 10/10. They’re made to be parents. (Hop would especially want to be a good dad. He’s initially nervous because he never knew his dad and thinks he might mess up, but Gloria reassures him that he’s doing a good job). 

20: Which one types with perfect grammar and which one types using numbers as letters? Hop would be Mr. Perfect Grammar. Gloria would use mostly good grammar, but her texts would be littered with emojis. 

21: Who gets attacked by a bully and who protects them? Hop is the more confrontational of the two. Gloria tends to believe that people are only mean to others if something bad is happening in their life, but Hop will jump from 0 to 100 if someone even looks at Gloria funny.  

22: Who makes the bad puns and who makes a pained smile every time the other makes a pun? Gloria likes Hop’s bad puns, so everyone else has to cringe in discomfort at the oblivious pair. 

23: Who comes home from work to see that the other one bought a puppy? Hop. Gloria likes catching pokemon and sending them on poke jobs, so there’s a new member to their family at least once a week. 

24: Which one gives the other a piggyback ride when they’re tired? Hop. He’s the only one she would show vulnerability to, and he makes sure not to make her feel ashamed of it. (also, Gloria absolutely could not carry Hop. He’s like, a foot taller than her).  

25: Which one competes in some sort of activity and which one does the overzealous cheering? Both! They’re very supportive of each other to help ease the other’s insecurities. Hop gets really invested in her pokemon matches and Gloria throws him a little celebration every time he finishes a project.  

26: Who takes a selfie when the other one falls asleep on their shoulder? Gloria. Since Hop never goes to sleep at night, it is very common for him to take 5 minute power naps without even realising it. Gloria definitely takes pictures when it happens as a reflex (They were long distance for the first 4 years of their relationship) because she wants to be able to look back at their memories together.  Like Gloria doesn’t know about Hop’s doodles of her, Hop doesn’t know about her phone album of him. 

27: Which one would give the other a makeover if they asked? Gloria? I think they both grow into their separate styles as the get older, but Gloria would push Hop to wear more colourful things. Sonia once told Hop that a man should never tell a woman what to wear because it’s rude. I don’t think Gloria would mind if he suggested something, but he is way too nervous to do it (Sonia scarred him).   

28: Which one owns a pet that the other is absolutely terrified of? Hop is very nervous around Urshifu and Calyrex. Urshifu because he’s terrifying, large, and very protective of Gloria. Calyrex because the pokemon will take over his body without warning to tell Gloria something.  

29: Which one holds the umbrella over both of them when it rains? Hop! If Gloria held it, Hop’s head would be in the umbrella. 

30: If your OTP went on vacation, where would they go and what would they do? Who would take the pictures? Oh my gosh, they’d go everywhere. I think that after Gloria steps down as champion, they travel to all the different regions for at least a couple of years. Gloria would be the one to take pictures and make a little scrapbook when they return home.  

#pokemon #pokemon sword and shield #pokemon swsh #swsh #postwickshipping #GPL AU #hpyu #pokemon hop #swsh hop #pokemon gloria #rival hop #swsh gloria #gloria x hop

[red-becca]

The History Of Wrong Guys

If you wanna know where I got inspiration for this, either listen to the song with the same title or watch a Creek animatic with the same title, as well. I actually did write a Creek one before. Back when Red was just a background character and a Craig punching bag. But now, Red is her own character for me. I actually wish I could draw/ animate bc I want an animatic of this. But writing about it is good too.

Second, I see Tweek and Red as besties... Just cause. For funsies. I did it back when Red and Craig were cousins and I still do it now because I see it as an interesting dynamic.

And last thing, before you go at me, the list of wrong guys at the near end is just crackships I may have shipped at some point and just put there for fun, hehe. So, yeah. Please, don't come at me.

---

"Thanks again for managing to get me a job here, Tweek! Now, we get to hang out twice as much now without me feeling like I disrupt your work!" Red laughed as she waited for Tweek to finish tying her apron from behind.

"Pft..." Tweek jokingly tied her apron really tight on her waist, making her let out a small noise of pain. "Yeah, well... You can thank me for getting you this job by working hard, alright? Not by ogling at boys. Which I know is the real reason you got this job..." He playfully rolled his eyes before giving her a wink. "Also, you never disrupted me at work, girlfriend. In fact, I'm glad to have a girl best friend like you who takes the time to visit me during work."

Red let out a long breath as she untied the tight knot he made, tying it up herself properly. "So much for helping me with this apron..." She pouted then snickered, giving him an eye- roll back. "And please... That is the last thing I'll be doing. I am so done with guys now after what happened with my last boyfriend. I've had too many boyfriends at this point that I could write a whole book about them." She rolled her eyes again, putting her hands on her hips.

Tweek just gave her a pat on the shoulder. "Red, don't you worry. You'll find that right guy who'll sweep you off your feet, I just know it. I mean, just look at me. I'm not exactly the typical uber masculine male nor am I... Okay, you get the point. I don't want you berating me about bringing myself down and all. Ironic, really, since you do it a lot to yourself." He rolled his eyes afterwards.

"Mmm, no, not really..." Red laughs softly at him, making the blonde sigh heavily. "What? You didn't really make a clear point, okay?"

"Fine. My point is that... We all get a chance at finding the right person for us, no matter who we are." Tweek smiled before snickering. "Like take Craig as an example... For being such an asshole, he got a long- time boyfriend. Then again, I'm not that purely nice, either. But you get my point now, right?"

The redhead just rolls her eyes at the mention of the raven's name, making her exit the employee's room before him. "Ugh, please... Asshole is an understatement to what Craig is. Fucking asks me to be his girlfriend and yet he never treated me like I was... Why I stupidly said yes back then, I have no idea..." She sighed as she sat behind the counter, resting her head on the palm of her hands. "And how you get him to treat you so nicely, I don't know either."

Tweek just chuckled at her actions. "Well, that's how true love works. This might sound really corny but we end up acting differently around the person we love."

"So, what you're saying is that Craig never loved me when he asked me out back then?" She playfully pouted at him as he nodded at her. "Okay, ouch. Brutal honesty that I already knew. But still, ouch." She pretended to look hurt, putting a hand on her chest.

"Mmm, yes. No point in sugar coating things for you, Red." Tweek pinches one of her cheeks hard. "You're a big girl now, after all."

"Gah! Hey!" Red groaned, slapping his hand away. "So, are we working or what?! Seems like I'm just even more of a distraction now that I'm working with you!"

He snickered. "Well, yes. Go on and do the honors of opening up, then. Since you're so excited to get to work and stuff..." Tweek stood behind the counter, right next to where she was standing.

"Tch, well... I don't just want to paid for not doing anything, you get me?" She raised a brow at him, turning the sign at the door as she did so. And she was gonna say more to him until she heard a thud from the door, making her jump. "Jesus Christ!"

A tall looking male wearing glasses was the person who bumped into the shop's doors, giving the girl who was looking at him from inside a small wave before going inside himself. "Heh, sorry about that, Red... Still getting used to these glasses of mine..." He said as he adjusted them. "Ironic how I need them to see yet ever since I started wearing them, I bump into stuff more..."

Red blinked rapidly, giving the stranger in front of her a confused look. "I, uh... It's okay, I guess?" She let out nervous laughter. "I'm sorry, but who are you? And how do you know my name?"

"Red, are you serious? I get glasses and suddenly you don't recognize me? Wow, Superman's disguise actually works, then." He snickered, taking off his glasses for her to recognize him. "It's me! Kevin!"

The female went red soon after she realized who it was, giving him a quick onceover. "Kevin?! As in... Kevin Stoley?! No way! When did you get so much more taller?! And hotter too?! I mean-!" She immediately covered her mouth after she said that.

Kevin started blushing with her, nervously rubbing the back of his neck as he puts his glasses back on. "Heh, yeah... That's me. Kevin Stoley, the name my parents gave me. And wow... You really think I'm all that? Thanks, I guess... We've only not seen each other for like a month... I couldn't have changed that much, have I?" He looks back at her with a shy smile.

His smile got her heart racing, opening her mouth as she tried to say something but nothing came out. "I... Uh... Yes?" She managed to squeak out, giving him a few shy giggles as she rubbed the back of her head.

"Well... As long as it's a good change, I guess it's fine..." He replied, chuckling once before everything between them suddenly became awkwardly quiet.

That was until Kevin's friends came into the store after him, Bradley smacking him behind his back as he passed him. "We're gonna be sitting over there if you need us, alright?" He said, pointing to the table where two other people have just sat in. "Though we don't mind if you take a while... What with you being distracted and all that~" He teased which immediately got him a punch on the shoulder from Kevin.

Kevin gave out nervous laughter, dismissing what Bradley said with a frantic waving of his hand. "Ignore what my friend just said there, Red. I'll be back with all my friends' orders, okay?" He gave her the same smile from earlier before running off back to his friends.

Red sighed happily as she watched him walk away, a hand on her chest as her heart started to race again and a small smile formed on her face.

"Well, well, well~ Guess who's ogling a guy at work after she said she wouldn't?" Tweek teased as he stood behind her. "Also, told ya that you would find the guy that would sweep you off your feet, Red~ Just didn't think it would happen right after I said it." He chuckled, patting her shoulder.

Red scoffed out loud as her hair matched her face, brushing his hand away from her shoulder. "Tch! No, I'm not! What are you even talking about? Nuh-uh! No way! I'm just surprised to see him again! That is all and it! End of story!" She huffed, grabbing a broom and started to angrily sweep the floor.

Tweek sighed at this, playfully shaking his head. "Alright, you fucking tsundere. Whatever you say there..." He gave a playful eyeroll before walking back to the counter.

"I am not a tsundere!" Red yelled on the top of her lungs, making Kevin and his friends look her way. "Oops, sorry about that, you guys!" She nervously laughed at them.

Tweek chuckled softly at this, trying not to burst into laughter at her actions. "Pft, sure, you aren't a tsundere... But you definitely are an idiot with how you're holding that broom in your hands..."

"Huh?" She looked at the broom in her hands and went bright red when she saw that she was holding it upside down. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" She mumbled to herself as she cleaned the floor while holding the broom properly this time.

"Okay, girl... Time to focus on doing a good job at this job of yours... No distractions..." She said inside her head, only to immediately get distracted to wave at Kevin. The redhead shook her head and slapped her face repeatedly in hopes of getting her to focus. "Oh, no! No! Girl, don't you dare! I swear to God, I am warning you!"

She groaned at her thoughts, making her look back at Kevin again. "Fuck... No... You are definitely crushing on him, girl! But you can't! You shouldn't! And yet... Here you are falling for him..." Red bites her bottom lip as she looks and stares at Kevin before shaking her head again, a small smile on her face. "I mean... Why not, right? This shouldn't hurt..."

Red continued thinking to herself as she went back to sweeping the floor, her thoughts being on how women have been making bad choices since the beginning. And she wondered if Kevin was going to be another one of hers, making her sigh and get lost in her thoughts.

So lost in her thoughts, she was unable to notice Kevin walking over to her again which makes her bump into him accidentally. "Oh my God! I am so sorry!" She shouted, panicking as she got back into reality and also, continuously apologized to him.

Instead of being weirded by this though, Kevin just chuckled. "Red, Red... It's okay, calm down. I did just randomly sneak up on you and all that..." He reassured her, putting a hand on her shoulder. She let out a small squeak at what he did, making her blush heavily and shyly look away from him.

"Anyway... I was going to tell you my friends' orders and mine but seeing as you seem to be not feeling well, I might just tell them to Twe-" Kevin was about to walk towards the counter but Red was quick to stop him by grabbing him by his arm.

Red immediately cuts him off, grabbing a notepad from her pockets and then the pencil from her ear. "Oh, no! There will be no need for that, Kevin! I'm fine, really! So, please... Tell me what your order will be." She gave him a small smile.

He gave her a smile back along with a nod before telling her what him and his friends have ordered. "You got everything?" He asked as he finished with telling his order, raising a brow when he saw Red just staring at him. "Umm, Red? Everything okay? Is there... something on my face? In my teeth, maybe?" Kevin wiped his face to see if there was anything on his face.

"Hmm?" Red snaps out of her dazed state, shaking her head to get herself feeling normal. "Oh, no! You have nothing in your face, Kevin! You're fine! So fine even!" She yelled at the top of her lungs, blushing madly in realization at what she yelled. "Anyway! Yes! I got everything you told me written down! I'll be the one who personally delivers your order to you once it's ready!" She nervously laughed and gave him a quick wave before walking back towards the counter.

As Kevin watched her walk away, an idea suddenly came to his head. "Hey, wait! Red! Can I ask you for one more thing?"

"Kev!" She suddenly yelled in shock, making her cover her mouth again then turning to face him again. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry about that... Yes? What is it, Kevin?"

"Well, uh..." He suddenly got tongue tied, laughing nervously while rubbing his neck. "I was hoping that maybe... I don't know... Hang out during a break or... You know, after your shift is done with..." He nervously swung one of his legs back and forth. "That is if you want to, obviously..."

"Oh, wow... Really?" She got flustered at his request, a small nod coming from him at her question. "Why, yes! I would love to! Sure thing! You got it!" She gave him a few awkward finger guns while walking backwards.

"Alright! Sounds great!" He gave her a small smile along with a thumbs up before heading back towards his table. "See you later, Red!"

Red gave the Kevin's order to Tweek before looking back at Kevin with a loving stare. "Kev..." She took in a deep breath as she sat behind the counter, thinking about nothing but Kevin.

"You know, I used to think you were quite the nerdy, dorky geek... That was a month ago... Look at you now, though! Who exactly is brand new handsome guy I am looking at?" She giggles at her thoughts. "You're actually kinda cute when you're not so shy, Kev..." She sighed happily before turning to Tweek, who had yet another teasing look in face which made Red frown then start helping him with making Kevin's order.

"Are you literally forgetting what you were just lamenting about earlier today, girl? You've literally just been here before! Have you really come back for more?" She looked over at Kevin while still working on the order. "He might just end up being another chapter in your book about the history of wrong guys..."

"Well, then again... He used to be not that much of a catch, right? Not your type whatsoever... But look at him now! He's changed into something I just can't ignore so easily!" She groaned to herself at her dilemma. "Oh, Kevin! Honestly! If only you knew how much I've been hurt like this before! Is there something more to you than what I've always thought?" She huffed before turning her back to Kevin and started helping Tweek with the order. "Oh, whatever... I'll just see if you can surprise me any more than you already have..."

"Hey, Red?" Kevin suddenly approached the counter again, making Red gasp in shock and quickly fix herself before facing him. "Hope I'm not being too much of a bother for telling you this..."

"Oh, no! Are you kidding me? You could never be a bother! So, what is it that you need? If it's about your order, well..." Red grabbed the order that she and Tweek just finished. "Why, we just finished it, actually. Here you go." She smiled as she gave him a tray of his order.

"Oh, why thank you! I'm impressed you two got this to us so quick! What with it being just the two of you..." Kevin laughs a bit while one of his friends grab the tray and bring it to their table. "But, no... You see, in all this excitement, I had completely forgotten to order for Esther. She wants a tall skinny mocha..." He nervously rubbed the back of his neck. "So, yeah... I hope it doesn't bother you and Tweek much if I gave you another order to do..."

"Esther? Who is that? Most likely his girlfriend, right?" Red looked over to Tweek, who just shook his head and had an annoyed look on his face. Then she looked back at Kevin with a smile. "Like I said earlier, you could never be a bother! I will personally do Esther's order myself!" A faint groan from Tweek could be heard. "Esther's mocha... A mocha for Esther... Alright then, no more surprise orders, right?"

He shook his head. "Nope! No more surprises here! And oh, be sure to get it out as soon as you can, if you don't mind? The last thing I want is for Esther to be really mad at me..." Kevin finishes with a hearty laugh.

"Yep, definitely his girlfriend..." She thought to herself, a fake smile hiding the pain she felt. "Oh, don't you worry! I promise you we will get Esther's order ready quickly!" She does the same laugh he did.

Kevin didn't say anything more, just gave her a small nod in response before going back to his table.

Tweek slowly scooched right next to her, leaning close to whisper into her ear. "Yo, Red... I don't mind getting an extra order all of a sudden but... Did you have to reassure Kevin that we could get it out so quickly?" He raised a brow when he noticed that Red wasn't moving. "Uh, Red? Everything okay?" He yelped when the girl suddenly puts her hands on his shoulders.

"He has a girlfriend, Tweek! Waa!" She shook the male around as she freaked out about the revelation. "Why do they have to be so nice when they're..." Red lets him go then looks back to Kevin with a frown. "Unavailable?"

"Kevin? Unavailable? What? Pretty sure he is available because-" Tweek tried to explain to her what Kevin and Esther's relationship but gets cut off by Red.

"Oh, Tweek! Don't get my hopes up like that! I couldn't possibly steal another girl's man! Not again! I am a changed woman, after all! The last thing I wanna be with Kevin is star- crossed lovers! Because well... We all know how that ends..." She made a slicing motion across her neck.

The blond took in deep breaths as he puts a hand on her shoulder. "Look, Red... Listen to me, Esther is-"

"His girlfriend! I know, I know! No need to rub more salt in my wounds!" She whined while Tweek groaned, completely giving up on trying to explain that Esther and Kevin were actually siblings. "But you know what? I'm not gonna let this bother me! In fact, I'm better off without him! We're better off as friends!" She beamed before immediately hugging Tweek and turning into a sobbing mess.

"Shh, shh... It's okay, Red..." He sarcastically cheered her up as he slowly pats her back, hoping she would figure out the truth later seeing as he couldn't be the one to tell her.

Red sniffed as she pulled away, wiping away her tears. Meanwhile, Tweek went back to work in order to get to work on getting Esther's mocha to her. "Damnit, Tweek! I've been hurt like this before! Why does it hurt so much more when it came to Kevin?!" She groaned loudly again before grabbing a photo album from under the counter. "When I said that I have had so many boyfriends that I could make a book about them, I meant it. I really have a book about the guys I have dated who were just the wrong guy..." She sighed as she flipped through the pages of the book where there were old pictures of Red with her exes who were Kenny, Pete, Jimmy, Stan, Craig, Token, Bridon, Kyle, Clyde and Butters. To name a few examples...

"And now, a new addition to the book... Kevin Stoley... Who has a girlfriend named Esther..." Red grumbled underneath her breath, tearing a piece of paper from the book she held in her hands. "Damnit, why am I so damn stupid and easily fall for guys like this?!" She huffed before finding herself angrily eating the paper she tore up.

"Uh, Red?" Kevin suddenly spoke up once he noticed what Red was doing while he picked up Esther's mocha, very confused at what he had just seen and wondering if he had seen something he wasn't supposed to see.

She froze at the sound of his voice, turning to face him then spitting out the paper in her mouth. "Hey, Kevin... How's it hanging?"

"Pretty good, really. Hope you found that paper delicious..." He laughed which makes her blush in embarrassment. "Anyway, I came here because well... My sister would like her receipt, please..."

The word "sister" started echoing in her mind, a smile slowly forming on her face in excitement. The exciting thought in her head caused her to completely space out.

"Umm, Red?" Kevin waved his hand in front of her face, even more confused at what was going on. "Can I get my sister's receipt, please?"

Red simply put a finger up. "Excuse me for one moment, please..." She turned to Tweek with an annoyed expression. "Hey! Did you know that Esther is Kevin's sister?! If you did, why didn't you tell me?!"

Tweek sighed and shook his head. "Look, I tried to tell you earlier about it. But no, you were just too caught up on being heartbroken and stuff..."

"Hmph..." Red huffed, giving Kevin the receipt he wanted. "Here you go, Kevin..."

"Thanks, Red." He smiled at her. "So, uh... Me and my friends are gonna head out now... See you later, I guess?" The male waved before starting to head out.

Red gasped at what she heard, turning to Tweek with a cheesy grin. "Tweek, you know I love you, right?"

He sighed at her words. "Just go on your damn break already, Red... Don't let me stop you..." Tweek chuckled as he shook his head, giving the girl a few pats on her shoulder. "Also, have fun..." He smiled at her.

"Thanks, Tweek! Like I said, I love you!" Red happily beamed, quickly taking off her apron and running off to Kevin. "Hey, Kev!"

"Yeah, Red-?" Kevin yelped when Red suddenly tackled him to the ground with a hug.

#sp red tucker #red sp #red x kevin #red mcarthur #sp kevin #kevin stoley #kevin x red #sp red #red tucker #south park red #sp revin #revin #south park #south park ships #sp ships #oneshot

[v-hope]

His fans love you

Pairings: OT7 x Reader

Genre: Fluff, is it even surprising anymore. Mayyyyybe a lil bit of crack?

Request: “Alright alright hear me out. Everyone knows the typical "angst / breaking up because of hate" fics. But what about a reaction where you and your relationship is actually really supported and well-liked by fans? Like you get your own memes and fan accounts and stuff? Just pure crack material right here 💥”

A/N: This was such a nice change tbh, so thank you so much for requesting it! It also reminded me I still haven’t made a second part for the break up reaction regarding this same topic lmao. I hope you guys like it 💞

Kim Seokjin

“What’s so funny?” you peeked your head inside the living room when you could no longer ignore your boyfriend’s signature windshield laugh.

Snapping his head in your direction, he smiled wholeheartedly, motioning with three pats to the spot next to him on the couch for you to go sit next to him.

“My fans are the best” he voiced out as you obeyed, taking a seat by his side.

“What’d they do?” you asked with a smile — his own being way too contagious to fight it.

“There’s this contest for the most attractive idol couple going on and they made sure we made it to the list”.

“But I’m not an idol?” your previous smile was replaced with a confused frown.

One that only grew more prominent when he amusedly threw his arms up and exclaimed:

“Yet we still won!”

With that said, Jin threw his head back to let a throaty laugh that sounded just like victory escape his mouth.

On your end, still being too stunned and not really believing his words, you snatched his phone away from him — seeing right then with your own two eyes that the both of you had indeed won such title.

“Is that even allowed?” you worried.

“Who cares” he shrugged, taking his phone back in his hands to excitedly check it one more time — eyes glowing at the sight of the number one right next to your ship’s name. “Ah, our power” a pleased sigh came out of his mouth, resting his head on your shoulder, “I love it”.

And well, not to be smug or anything but, in all honesty, so did you.

Min Yoongi

“How’d the fansign go?” you wondered after having opened the door to your place for your boyfriend, allowing him to press a chaste kiss to your lips before he made his way to your kitchen.

“It was good” he kept it simple, going to grab a glass of water. “A lot of people asked me about you”.

Well, that sure did catch your attention. “They did?”

Yoongi nodded his head. “Some of them even asked me to do a Vlive with you, but I’m pretty sure they only said that so they could see you”.

You couldn’t help but let out a little laugh at both his statement and the bitter tone he had said it with; later taking a few steps towards him. “Maybe I should do a live by myself”.

“Pft, please” he laughed tauntingly, putting the glass down on the table, “you wouldn’t even know what to talk about”.

“Oh, I already know what I’d name it”.

“Please enlighten me” Yoongi said with the same previous tone and a teasing smirk.

A smirk that was instantly mirrored by you before you said: “Spilling Yoongi’s most embarrassing moments”.

That was all it took for his smug smile to be erased.

“You wouldn’t”.

“Oh, I would” you affirmed, “starting with the time we went to that music shop you—”

“Yah” he cut you off in a scolding tone, yet the pink colour covering his cheeks let you know how embarrassed he was at the mere memory. “Now I get why my fans like your evil ass so much”.

And although he knew you would never actually do such thing to him, maybe he could comply to those people’s wishes and do a cheesy couple Vlive with you… you know, just to be safe you wouldn’t drag him too much.

Jung Hoseok

Being an idol’s girlfriend, you knew you wouldn’t really get full privacy whenever you decided to go out, and you had already managed to deal with that.

That’s why, when Hobi and you were walking around the streets during a date night and a couple of fans approached the two of you asking for pictures, you squeezed his hand to let him know it was alright for him to accept.

Getting an apologetic glance from your boyfriend, you smiled sweetly, moving aside so that they could all have their pictures — that being the exact moment one particular girl called your name.

“Wait, no” she put her phone down when you stared at her, “I um, actually wanted a picture with the two of you…” at that, your heart jumped and Hobi smiled the brightest, “is that possible?”

“Of course it is!” Hoseok confirmed with no hesitation.

Letting out a blissful giggle, he wasted no time in grabbing your hand to pull you towards his body like it was all too familiar by now.

And after taking more than one picture, since the rest of the people present also wanted a picture with the two of you, and, even more, after getting complimented on your beautiful relationship, Hoseok wrapped his arm securely over your shoulders as you resumed on your walking.

“You have now become my designated picture buddy whenever someone wants to take one with me” he giddily spoke after a while.

You shook your head in amusement, staring fondly at him. “Don’t expect everyone to like me, Hoseok”.

“I don’t” he confessed, pulling you even closer and pressing a tender kiss to your temple, “but I will take every single chance I get to have more pictures of your beautiful face”.

And as the time went on and more people started asking for pictures of the two of you and you would find your boyfriend gushing over them whenever he found them on Twitter, you knew he had truly meant it.

Kim Namjoon

“Oh my God”.

After hearing what was a mixture in between a groan and a whine come out of your boyfriend’s lips, you put your phone down, placing your eyes on his tall figure lying down on the other end of the bed.

“Something wrong?” you wondered.

Namjoon shook his head, putting his phone down as well before his eyes fixed on yours — not even a second later crawling to go lay down next to you.

“My fans are saying we are, and I quote: the clumsiest, most adorable couple there is”.

Now, the clumsy bit was no news at all, yet you still found yourself defensively saying: “I am not clumsy”.

“You sure?” he taunted you; a smirk beginning to take over his face. “Because they started this thing to keep track on every single dumb thing we’ve done and see who’s the clumsiest—”

Oh.

“—and it’s almost a tie”.

You rested your weight on your elbows, lifting your body slightly up from the mattress so you could take a better look at him.

“And who’s winning?” your voice came out uncertain.

All it took for you to know the answer was watching the way his head hung low.

Nevertheless, a triumphant smile curved up your lips when Joon confirmed through gritted teeth: “Me”.

With that, you let your head fall back down on the pillow, feeling your body relax as you sighed in content.

“I love your fans”.

And they loved you. Totally a win-win situation.

Park Jimin

Your eyes remained focused on the multiple papers scattered around Jimin’s bed, studying in absolute silence as you kept him company while he chatted with his fans on Vlive — smiling from time to time at certain things he would say or just the sound of his laugh.

He had answered a couple of questions regarding either you or your relationship, for he absolutely loved gushing about you, and you were actually pretty alright with that; even with him informing his wide audience about you being right behind him studying for one of your tests.

What you were most certainly not expecting, however, was for your boyfriend to turn around in the middle of his live and call for you to come over.

You shook your head no immediately, silently motioning to your books as an excuse not to go.

“Please, baby” he pouted, being too focused on you to notice the madness his pet name for you had just unleashed in the comments. “They want the two of us”.

And, you see, saying no to that cute little pout taking over his pretty plump was not really an option to you.

So, falling for it, you stood up from his bed and made your way over to him, feeling the heat reach your face when he gently grabbed your wrist and pulled you down on his lap, later wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder as you awkwardly waved into the camera.

Yes, maybe you had yet to get used to being so constantly put under the public eye, but, in all honesty, if you were getting all this attention nevertheless, you were grateful it was the good kind of it.

And Jimin? God, he was thriving to show you off to the entire world.

Kim Taehyung

“Can you believe people think I’m breaking up with you?”

Your heart jumped at your boyfriend’s sudden comment, feeling it drop for a second there before your eyes caught his — that being the only confirmation you needed to know he was indeed not breaking up with you.

“W-what?”

“Yeah” Taehyung snorted, moving closer to you on your bed and showing you his phone, “this delusional magazine made an article about me apparently wanting to break up with you” he explained, focusing back on his mobile and not being able to contain a giggle when he later added: “And we’re trending topic now on Twitter and my fans have started this petition for us not to split up”.

“They what now?” you asked again, this time feeling a smile of your own take over your factions.

“Yeah, see?” he practically shoved his phone in your face after having searched for the page. “So many people have signed it, it’s insane”.

A chuckle left your mouth as you shook your head in amusement; as if that would save your relationship if that was the case.

“I’m signing it” he stated before you could even speak up your mind, already starting to type on his phone.

You couldn’t stop a throaty laugh to escape your mouth as you threw your head back, biting down on your lower lip to help you stop it.

“Or you could just, you know…” you drew his attention, “not break up with me”.

Tae smiled sweetly — his eyes softening right before he leaned in to press a tender kiss to your lips. “I would never even dream of it”.

Jeon Jeongguk

“Jeongguk, are you… are you crying?” you worried as soon as you found him lying down on his bed with his eyes fixed to his phone as a couple of tears made their way down his cheeks.

Rushing to his side, you slumped down next to him, making him take his attention away from his mobile by gently yet securely cupping his face.

“What happened?” you softly wiped his tears.

“Nothing bad” he reassured you, allowing your heart to feel more at ease. “I just… there was this video linked to me…”

You waited a few seconds for him to go on, yet the only thing you got from him were his cheeks turning slightly red — biting down on his lower lip as he was clearly ashamed of the reason he had been crying for.

“Okay… so…” you tried to get something else out of him.

Jeongguk sighed, knowing well enough you would not let this go.

“It was a fanmade video about us” he finally explained, causing your heart to jump, “it was like, a compilation of cute moments of us and this stupid love song was playing in the background and the editing was just so beautiful and I—”

He shrugged, staring down as he did not really know how to end his small ramble.

You laughed under your breath out of pure affection, pressing a kiss to the tip of his red nose.

“Will you let me watch it so we can cry together now?”

Funny how you had said that to mock him, yet ten seconds into the video and with Guk’s body comfortably resting on top of yours as you watched it together, you were already crying, too.

#bts #bts imagines #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #kim namjoon #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #bts reactions #bts scenarios #bts fluff #kpop #kpop fanfic #bts fanfic #bts x reader #jungkook fluff #taehyung fluff #jimin fluff #yoongi fluff #namjoon fluff #seokjin fluff #hoseok fluff

[fang-wolfsbane]

Transformers Animated: Morning After: Chapter 02: Recruitment, Sir?

“Congratulations young cadet. You’ve made it as an official medic for the Autobot alliance. Only a few have ever made it to your position, so be proud of yourself and work hard.”

Those had been the words from Highdrive’s commanding officer the moment he stepped out of the Autobot Academy for Medics – A.A.M. for short. The moment he graduated, Highdrive had been certain that he was going to land a position within the Elite Guard, training amongst the best of the best to serve his home planet, Cybertron.

As third in his class, he had nothing but a promising future ahead of him, until an incident within the academy dorms had cost him a far grater demotion than he had thought necessary. He had been clearing out his dorm room for the next occupant when some of his fellow students had suggested that they play one last prank on their teacher as a farewell gift. Highdrive had been reluctant at first, but not wanting to be the odd one out, he’d gone with them. The idea had been to liquify the classroom hallway from one end to the other. A harmless prank, right? He had never been so wrong.

Not only had they used energon – the very life fuel they all needed to survive – but the teacher had indeed slipped on the wet floor, tumbled out of a carelessly left open window, broke not only their entire right leg apart, but had hit their helm hard enough to cause a crack within their CPU. A security guard had heard the commotion, and before Highdrive could even think of turning to ask his so-called fellow classmates what they would do about the situation, he was the only one left behind in the entire building.

It took some heavy convincing from one of his other teachers to get him a lighter punishment than he knew he deserved, but at this point he supposed it was the best he could hope to. When he was told he was to be the assistant medic on a space bridge repair ship, he tried to convince himself that it was a learning experience. He would have preferred the stockade.

With a personal escort, probably to ensure that he didn’t try and make a break for it, Highdrive had walked into the hanger where the repair ship was waiting. It was big, there was no denying that, and old… very old. How the bots in control of the ship expected it to be able to fly was a question all on its own.

Transforming alongside his escort, Highdrive was handed off to the commanding medic he’d be serving under. An old rust bucket whose white and red paint job certainly looked like it had seen far better stellar cycles. Highdrive visibly flinched to himself, not wanting to think of what his mother would have said if she’d heard him think so ill of a bot he was supposed to learn from. It was only because of his status as a medical student that he’d been kept from getting a permanent smack on his name.

Walking up to the bot, Highdrive tried to hide a visible flinch as he held his servo out towards the older mech. In reality, their colours weren’t that different. Highdrive himself sported orange in place of the other mech’s red. In all the stellarcycles he’d spent at the academy, he’s noticed a similar scheme to all of them. He supposed that when it came to saving lives, something bright coming to the rescue was a sign of reassurance to the one awaiting assistance.

Right, that was what he had been supposed to do when he joined the academy. Save lives, not ruin them…

“Uh, it’s nice to meet you sir. My name is-”

“This the kid?” the mech before him grunted, ignoring the outstretched servo, focusing his attention solely on the bot beside him. Highdrive blinked, reigning in the urge to curl his servo into a fist as he lowered his arm back to his side. There was no doubt that the mech had heard all about Highdrive’s reason for joining – if you could call it that.

His escort nodded, and with a muttered ‘good luck’ in the old bot’s direction, turned on his ped and casually strode off, only seeming to glad that Highdrive wasn’t his problem to deal with anymore. Unlike his fist, his distain at the thought couldn’t be hidden from displaying itself on his faceplate.

“Better learn to grind your dentals here kid, or you aren’t going to last long,” were the mech’s first words to him as he turned and went back over to what Highdrive assumed to be an exterior control panel. Assumed being the key word. He could name each and every single component of a bot – even a Decepticon’s because of the few specimens from the war they’d been allowed to study – and give a list of their functions and possible malfunctions, but to take care of a ship? Surely the medic didn’t expect him to learn to do that too, did he?

Shaking his thoughts free from his CPU, Highdrive found himself jogging after the mech. “Y-Yes sir!”

“Sir, huh?” the other bot mused, stopping momentarily as a pair of pinchers revealed themselves from his forearm. It took all Highdrive’s self-control not to ask how long the other had his medical upgrade. Highdrive had been scheduled to receive his within the next week, or he would have, if the whole ordeal with his teacher hadn’t happened. Goodbye upgrade. “Haven’t heard that in a long time.”

“Is… is it a problem, sir?” Highdrive asked, shifting on his peds a little unsurely. “I could-”

“No. No… it’s fine. It shows you at least have some form of respect left in you,” the mech said, getting to work on the panel. Highdrive knew he failed at keeping the smile off his lips, taking the other’s words as a compliment, whether they were meant to come across that way or not.

“My name is Highdrive, sir. I’ll be looking forward to learning from you.”

“Ratchet,” the old bot introduced himself, frowning as he concentrated on his current task.

“That’s a pretty cool name,” Highdrive said, his smile growing until Ratchet’s blue optics focused on him, a clear, silent warning within them. He found himself taking a step back, yelping when he lost his footing and fell back onto his aft over an open toolbox carelessly left on the floor. As careless as freshly spilled energon in a dark hallway.

“Hey, watch it!” Ratchet scolded. Highdrive flinched, assuming the glare to be fixated on him until the floor began trembling as another bot, nearly three or four times his own size came bouncing over like a spry scraplet.

“Sorry Ratchet,” the bot said, one of his peds narrowly avoiding stepping on Highdrive’s digits. Yanking them away just in time almost had his spark stop. Breathing through his vents, Highdrive tilted his helm back far enough to study the army-green mech. From his build, he had probably enlisted in the military, though his supposed clumsiness left much to thought.

“Saying sorry won’t fix this ship if you break another welding wrench – again,” Ratchet hissed through gritted dentals. The bigger bot lowered his helm in shame before his own traditional Autobot blue optics whirred as they zoomed in on Highdrive’s faceplate.

“Oh, hey there! You must be the new bot,” the bulky bot said, now fully focused on, well, ‘the new bot’ as he put it. “Here, let me help you up,” and before Highdrive could even think to protest, he was yanked onto his peds by a lightly throbbing arm. He made a mental note to check his arm over for any possible dents later. “Sorry if I scared ya. I’m Bulkhead.”

“H-Highdrive,” Highdrive said, managing a nervous smile as his servo subconsciously rubbed over the previously grabbed area. Yup, there were definitely a couple of dents he’d need to buff out when he got the chance. “And no worries.”

That seemed to be enough to satisfy Bulkhead, if his smiling jawline was anything to go by. A nano sec later, he was blinking, all giddy again like a sparkling overdosed on sweetened energon. “Oh, you haven’t met Bee yet! Come on, I’ll introduce you!”

Before Highdrive could blink, he was swept up by the large Autobot and taken inside the old ship like some guest of honour. The tight squeeze holding him in place against Bulkhead’s frame was enough to warn him not to get on the other’s bad side.

“Hey Bumblebee! The new bot’s here!” Bulkhead excitedly announced as he took them into what seemed like the command room. In the commander’s chair was a slim, yellow, and grey mech, taking a stasis nap. He couldn’t be the commander, could he? Not wanting to risk upsetting his new superior on his first day, Highdrive took the plunge.

“Uh, it’s g-good to meet you, sir,” Highdrive managed to wheeze out.

“Sir?’ both Bulkhead and the smaller bot – Bumblebee – repeated, blinking at him in surprise as if he had just told them he himself was their commanding officer. Highdrive flinched, instantly regretting his assumption.

“Are you not the commander?”

“Pft, no,” Bumblebee sneered, casually flipping his peds up on the dashboard. All too comfortable with occupying the commanding seat, despite his lack in both title and possibly qualifications.

“Then why are you…?” Highdrive trailed off after noticing the way Bumblebee’s optics seemed to darken. A sore spot. A wound better left untouched. “Noted…”

“So, what frag-up got you here?” Bumblebee asked, getting to his peds, and resting his servos on his hip plating once Bulkhead deemed it safe to release his hold on Highdrive.

“I’d… rather not talk about it, if you don’t mind,” Highdrive admitted, pretending to find an interest in dust that decided the corner was a good place spot to begin its invasion.

Bumblebee casually shrugged his shoulders, pulling over a mop and bucket from who knows where, and shoved them right into Highdrive’s servos. “You’re on clean up duty. Doc bot says we gotta get this old dump clean before the new Prime gets here.”

Highdrive blinked. “Prime?”

“Uh, yeah,” Bumblebee frowned, arching an optic ridge in question, “do you not know what a Prime is?”

“Of course I know what a Prime is,” Highdrive found himself hissing back, earning a surprised blink from the shorter mech. All Cybertronians knew what Primes were. He’d have had to online on some far away organic planet to not know about something so simple about their planet’s culture. Slag, even the Decepticons knew what a Prime was, even if they themselves haven’t been around for eons after the war ended with the Autobots coming out on top. Breathing air out through his vents, Highdrive straightened himself out. “Why is a Prime coming here though? Is there some inspection or something?”

“Nope. Doc bot said he got demoted or something. That he’s lucky to still keep his title after whatever he did,” Bumblebee hummed, casting a glance up at Bulkhead, “though I guess we all are.”

Highdrive didn’t dare ask as he looked to the two objects in his servos. He had no idea Bumblebee could be so right.

#Fanfiction #Morning After #Transformers and tagged Animated #Autobots #Bulkhead #Bumblebee #Chapter #Decepticons #OC #Original Character #Ratchet #Transformers

[heywoodvirgin]

Borro Cassette ( chapter 1)

Part 2 of my series : “ Heal our Scars” 

Pairing :  Modern!Jackie Welles / Original Female Character 

Rated : Teens and up

( I really ship Jackie and V and Jackie and Misty but I keep writing him with original characters lol). Anyway. Here some angst and hurt, enjoy if you can :p 

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Knock, knock, knock!

Mey gasped.

A brutal yet sloppy knocking on her door woke her up from a peaceful rest.

She knew no one who would knock on her door, especially not at …2am on a weekday? Jackie was the first person that came to her groggy mind, but Jackie, he had his key, as the only and special member of her VIP club, of course he had his key, unless…

“ Oye mi amor, no me digas que no

Y vamos juntando las alma-aaaas”

Fucking Jackie it was.

“Oye mi amor, no me digas que nooooooo”

Knock! Knock!

“Y vamos juntando los cuerp-ooooos”

His drunken massacre of the song continued on and on as she hurriedly put a robe on and dashed to the door, messily unlocking it.

“What’s— ow ow ow –“

A very dressed up but wasted Jackie tripped on her doorstep, and she had to maneuver a sloshed +300lbs to the wall to prevent her from ending like a stain of mashed pepetos on the floor.

“Ah… knew you would open-you…” he slurred, a lazy smile tugging on his lips.

“Wh- why wouldn’t I?” out of breath and bemused, she tried to support them both as far as her untrained arms could, as he let himself slump further into her. A few moments passed like that and she thought he’d blacked out on her, when she felt his hot breath on her neck.

“Bathroom” he urged in a huff, he sounded pained.

“Yeah of course, of course”

With an approximative shoulder move, she pushed her bathroom door open for him and he fell on his knees before the sink. It’s just when she switched the lights on that she saw.

“Holy fuck! your eye, what the fuck happened!?”

He grumbled, before discharging another pack in the sink.

“Whaddaya think happened?” He wiped his mouth, coughing the last remnants.

“Feel better?” she presented a glass of water “I have coffee, too”

“For later, maybe” Jackie dragged himself to her couch, Mey followed, folded her robe carefully as she faced him, seated on her living room coffee table. Seconds passed in worried silence.

“Now you gonna tell me what happened or not?”

“Huh? Yeah… what happened, Lin… woud-dn’t let me i-hn…”

“That, I know, otherwise you wouldn’t crash like a sack of ham at my door”

“Eugh, don’t be harsh on me, cariño” he closed his eyes, pinched the bridge of his nose.

Jackie only called her sugar-coated names when he was drunk, she sighed.

“Jack, what happened to your eye!”

“Ehn this… Beat up some pendejo, made’im eat his own shit-“

He gave her a drunken, smug smile and shrugged, that’s when her phone started to beep, a message popped in:

Hey Mey, Jackie’s there?

Lin. She debated whether or not to answer, as she anxiously eyed the icebag she put on his damaged eye. Jackie still had those involuntary jolts because of the temperature difference. The man was always too hot, but when drunk, he just burnt like a furnace.  She tried not to linger too much on his sweaty neck, the way the few first buttons of his pale blue shirt gave a good glimpse at his generous cleavage, adorned with his eternal golden chains. She inhaled deep and decided to tap.

Yeah… he’s here, drunk, but ok.

The answer didn’t linger to come.

Thanks god. I know you’ll take good care of him. I couldn’t let him in like that. He has to learn. Thank you Mey, I owe you one. See ya.

Yeah. Mey sighed deeply.

“Oye, watcha looking at in your phone?” Jackie had opened one eye.

“Porn”

“Ay, hate to disrupt” he snickered.

“Your… Lin just texted me”

“Pft”

“You guys are ok?”

“Ella ya no me entiende… no me entiende…” He shook his head, suddenly down.

Do you even still… love her? Mey had only this question in mind, but instantly felt a pang of guilt for thinking to take advantage of her friend’s state to worm truths outta him.

“Had she seen you like that?”

“Didn’t even spare a look’a me”

“It’s not the first time huh”

“What’sss noht” Jackie frowned, apparently needing to focus to make out the simplest questions.

“You coming home to her like that”

“Man’s gotta live too”

“That’s what you call living, Jack?” she poked a finger on his ice bag and he grunted in a boozy protest.

“Ah, now you talk like her…’f you gonna talk like her, I better go!” He tried to lift himself off her couch, but he collapsed down with a thud and a grunt.

“Easy on my couch legs, gordi” She giggled as he gave up struggling with himself.

“Here, let me” She sighed and replaced his hands on his belt, trying to swiftly remove it, chastising the very innocent thoughts that screamed in her mind, she hoped he would shut up and let her do it quickly. She made a hasty work of his shoes next, glancing back at him, she saw him drifting to sleep, a peaceful expression drawn on his face. She didn’t think of her couch as the best place for him to spend the night, but she couldn’t think of a better option, and it was impossible to convince him to change position now, anyway.  She winced, thinking of the state of his neck in the morning, when she heard his low complaint.

“Shirt too… caliente…”

Are you kidding me, Welles?

She didn’t know where to start, pinching her eyelids shut and letting out a long exhale, she felt suddenly tired.

She couldn’t bring herself to touch him again, it was like someone tied her hands together. She thought of Lin, probably asleep in their luxurious loft somewhere in Causeway Bay, tulips sleeping beside her in expensive glass, her boyfriend trusted between the hands of his best friend. They were going to be engaged, Mey saw it in how Lin talked, how she suddenly settled definitely in his once grey and black apartment. Lin was a beautiful woman, all legs and silky skin, soft-spoken and sweet, and as if to make it worse, she was smart and composed, poised when Jackie was hot-headed, tempering his ardent personality perfectly. Mey acknowledged that for some time, she liked them together. Or, she hadn’t had the choice, anyway. Lin was already there when she knew Jack, had always treated her with grace. In all the Welles events, Mey was included, and that extended even to dinners Lin would exclusively hold for her models friends. She was familia, as Jack liked to emphasize, and Lin went with the flow, albeit never offering her her open friendship, she never displayed displeasure or jealousy at her presence, and why would she? She was always showered in Jackie’s most undivided attention, while Mey, a small assemblage of clumsy limbs and nervous shyness, watched from afar the kisses and the caresses and all that PDA shit and cheered and laughed and tried, always tried to overlook it, to push it away. She sometimes succeeded to forget that her dresses were never above the knee and that she would never accept their cheerful invitations for beach trips.

Mey absentmindedly traced the rough edges of her ribs, down to her thighs, the skin there would never heal, she knew.  She looked at Jackie again, snoring softly, his shirt resting on her lap now. Shirt on or off, he still was sweating his balls off. She had a final gesture of freeing his hair from his tight top knot, smoothing it gently before she switched all the lights off and wished him a hushed good night.

*

Mey woke up to fried eggs scent and something else, something saucy and pleasant. She sleepily pushed her drool-stained pillow and sighed, half content half longing, distantly recalling the previous night. Invisible tickly fingers were dragging her to the kitchen, but she first made a detour to the bathroom, smoothing her hair, washing her face and putting some clothes on, something more covering than her sleeping shorts, something that wouldn’t display her- she closed her eyes and hurried up changing, wearing her most cheerful voice as she entered her kitchen.

“Hi”

“Buenos dias!“

“What are you doing?” Jackie was visibly in his element, a hand stirring his ranchera sauce, the other shaking the pan, a kitchen cloth loosely thrown on his solid shoulder. And Mey didn’t know over what or who to drool anymore.

“Eh… a thank- you - I’m- sorry breakfast?”

“You’re silly” She laughed “Mornin’ Jack, how’s the eye?”

“Known worse, take a seat hermana, mi especial huevos rancheros are almost ready!”

“I’ve… your shirt is hung on the bathroom door’s-, it’s clean” She stuttered, thinking she couldn’t take another second of those exposed pecs. What was wrong with her, lately?

“Ah, my shirt can wait, relax and let ol’ Jackie serve you” he patted the seat next to him. He’d put the fried eggs and the sauce on the cooked tortillas, peppered it all with chopped cilantro. The view of the colorful dish was distracting her for a moment as she hummed with anticipation.

“I don’t remember having tortillas around, Jackie”

“S’just a ten-minute trip to the closest supermarket, shame they didn’t have cotija cheese, you’d like it better”

“I’m sure I would, now let’s eat! Won’t we?”

That’s when Jackie’s phone decided to come to life. Mey stopped mid-chew, eying her friend as he devoured his second tortilla, seemingly ignoring the call. She decided to shut up too, the scene reminded her of the first time they met, and she stifled a pensive smile.

“Hey, on which bird’s wing you’re flying?”

“Euh, nothing” she hesitated as her smile faltered.

“Tell me, Jack, about last night… Do you know if any cameras were watching?”

Jackie puffed his cheeks, rambled something she couldn’t understand.

“Of course you don’t, you were like a sheet in the wind”

She didn’t mean it to sound depreciative, but it slipped before she could swallow it.

Jackie started to bounce his leg, like every time he was stressed and uncomfortable. She hated to push, but for some reason, her worries beat her delicacy.

“Do you know the guy at least? I mean… is he one of you fellow boxers? An acquaintance? Jack, I really hope you didn’t mess with one of the high finance guys here… Tell me you didn’t”

Jackie was scratching his tattoos now.

“No, no. No te preocupes por mi, I’ll have a word with the club owner, he knows-“

“Jack, you know the stakes for your caree-“

Jackie’s phone rang again, and he let out a series of colorful Spanish curses.

“I think you should pick up”

“I’m not picking up, mierda!”

Mey gasped in her chair, but he was quick to take her hand, soothing.

“Lo siento, that’s not about you, I’m sorry” he held his head in his hands, rubbing his temples.

“I think I fucked up, Mimi, big time” His voice was tired and shallow.

Her phone beeps prevented her from answering. It was Lin, again.

Please Mey, can you tell Jackie to pick up?

“What’s going on, Jackie?” The huevos rancheros were long forgotten, cooling neglected on the small table in the late morning light.

He winced, eyes looking around, evasive, pained, shameful?

Another beep.

Our gynecologist appointment is in 30 minutes, he can’t do that to me. Talk sense into him, please, you’re the only one he listens to.

“Jack, you have an appointment with the gynecologist in 30 minutes?” She slowly questioned, incredulous eyes still on the text, searching for any mistakes, and finding none. Mey’s stomach churned, but the words didn’t have the time to settle in and it was her phone that rang this time.

“No, no, no, Mey! no contestar!”

All she gave him was a stern look before pressing the reply button.

“Por favo-“

“I’m sending him to you in five minutes”

“Hey, I-“

They were both standing now, in an almost antagonistic way, and Jackie didn’t know what hurt more, the disappointment or the wounded look in his best friend’s eyes.

“You have five minutes to leave this place” Mey’s voice broke, before she ran off to her room, slamming and locking the door behind her.

#jackie welles #jackie welles cyberpunk 2077 #Jackie welles deserves better #jackie welles/original female character #modern au #AU #we love jackie welles in this house #Jackie fucked up big time #angst #fanfiction #I hurt myself

[jessie-tries]

The apocalypse

Ship: Remroceit. RemusxJanusxRoman.

Logan as Roman's bestfriend and kinda Remus, and Janus's friend.

Warnings: Major character death, kinda descriptive on killing zombies, some arguments, there's some cussing (like I think under 10 cuss words but still), made up states and places, probably poorly written.

Words:4,304

Roman was walking on the sidewalk, keeping an eye out for the undead. Something caught his attention, looking closer it was an art supplies store? seemingly untouched.

Excited, he quickly went in the store and closed the door behind him. First Roman had to check the store, to make sure it was safe. He pulled out his katana, slowly checking the aisles, cashiers, and the bathrooms. What seemed like forever was really a couple of minutes of checking the small store.

Everything was fine and dandy until Roman heard the glass door start to rattle. Roman was relieved he thought beforehand to put a broom through the door handles before checking out the store.

The rattling kept going, suddenly he heard a voice coming from behind the door. Huh? Was someone trying to take shelter in the art store too? Roman thought.

Curious, he undoes the little barricade he had and let the other person in, hurrying to rebarricade them in again. He looked behind at the huffing and gasping figure. The person looked relieved.

"Who are yo-" Roman was about to ask before the gasping person gripped his arms. "I need your help!".

Slowly gripping the person's hands and prying them off of himself, "What's the problem?".

"M-my f-f-friend! W-we got sp-plit up! Please te-ell m-me you c-can help me f-find him! He's a-all I have l-left!" The man was gasping at this point, trying to find air to express what he needed.

"Slow down there buddy, deep breaths and we can figure this out. Ok?" The other nodded, accepting the request and slowly regaining composure.

"So? What happened?" Roman asked curiously. "Well, me and my friend were at the grocery store. Trying to stack up on some food ya know? Then for some reason a horde of zombies came out of nowhere even though we were listening very carefully. There really wasn't any warning... The horde didn't make any sound before it was too late. So we got split up while running away." He said, while looking down.

Roman looked at the person with pity, it was only two weeks ago when he and his best friend got split up too. They didn't find each other yet, he still had hope though. "Tell ya what, when we escape this horde I WILL help you find your friend." He declared why holding his arm out and hand to his chest in a overdramatic way.

The other sniffled, probably still upset he lost his friend. "Really? you would help me?" the one in yellow said in hope, unbelieving what he was hearing. It wasn't often when someone helped someone else when they didn't know them before this whole thing started.

Roman eyed the upset man, smirking, "Of course I will, I wouldn't be a prince if I didn't help you, now would I?" The one in red expressed, slipping his princely act on, like it was naturally always there.

"Since I'm helping you, we should know each other's names. Right? I'm Roman, you?" he bowed and then held out his hand for the other to shake. "Janus..." He sounded a bit weirded out but shook Roman's hand anyway, not wanting to be rude.

Janus sighed, "Any ideas on how to sneak pass them?".

"Well, there's a back door but I have no idea where to go from there." this excited the one yellow because there would be an actual chance to get out of there. "Really? Show me, I bet we can find a route from here."

"Alright follow me." They both went to the back of the store and looked through the windows before they decided on their best bet of surviving this horde.

Rattling began to boom around the room, the zombies finally got to the store. If they want to get out they had to get out NOW. "Janus we have to go NOW!".

The two sprinted out the back door and climbed up the ladder, a zombie almost grabbing Roman's leg but he managed to shake the zombie off. They laid there, panting and relieved they got out safe and was at an advantage point.

When Janus tried to get up he slipped on the slippery roof, falling with a big bang. "Pfft-" Roman started to laugh, "Don't you dare!" Janus warned. "I'm sorry I can't help it! pft- hahahaha" the fallen one just sat there and glared at the laughing prince. "You won't be laughing for long." Janus stated which only made the other laugh even more.

Janus was right. He wasn't going to be laughing long. When Roman tried to get off the ground Janus grabbed his leg and he slipped, falling on his bum with a loud hiss, making the other laugh at him. All he did was sit there, embarrassed.

"haha funny, now quit laughing! I only fell because you made me fall!" Roman was getting fed up by all the laughing Janus was doing.

"o-ok ok ok, I'm good now." Janus stood up, extending his hand out to the other for him to get. He begrudgingly took his hand and and got up. "Ok but where now?" Janus asked.

"Well where did you and your friend last see each other?" He questioned.

"That would be at Starmart". There was silence in the air, "Janus... you do know that there's no Starmart here... right? This is Wells, the closet place that has a Starmart is through the woods". Roman said lowly, afraid he would upset the other again.

"But I was just running, there's no way I went through any woods without realizing it." the other said, sounding frustrated. "Janus... Wells is surrounded in woods, there's no way you got here without going through them." Roman was really worried for the one in yellow at this point.

"Maybe you got the place wrong?". "No! I know we were last at Starmart, are you sure you are in the right place?" Janus was beginning to get defensive, not wanting to accept that he had no idea how to find his friend.

Roman puts his backpack down and pulls out a old, worn out yellow map and placed it on the ground, beckoning Janus over. "Ok so we're here." Roman said pointing at the map in the top right corner, surrounded in trees. "The closet place with a Starmart is over here" he moved his hand through the forest towards a place called Silver"Do you see now? we are not in a place with a Starmart." Janus sighed in defeat, there's no way he could deny it now, he recognized the place around him on the map.

"Alright, how do we get to Silver then?". "We'll most likely have to go by foot." Roman responded. "Mhhm, ok." was all the other could say.

"Alright just follow me." Roman said, packing up his bag and clicking it on the place on his back.

The prince began jumping to different building's, slowly getting lower and lower to the ground. He stopped right in his tracks and held out his hand, stopping Janus.

"This is where we need to be careful, right here is practically a zombie hide out. You're 10 times likely to run into any zombie, or horde then any other part in Wells." Janus nodded, calming his breathing and cautiously following the prince.

They passed several stores before Roman seemed to relax. "Alright, I think we're good for now. We have like a 15 minute walk before we get to the woods."

"15 minutes? We've been walking for like over an hour now, exactly how big is this state?"

"I don't know. What makes you think I know?" Janus pondered, "I don't know? You seem to know your way around here." Roman took awhile to respond, "I know how to read a map, that's it."

The next 10 minutes was complete silence before they heard something else walking, their heart rates sky rocketed, realizing they forgot to have their weapons out.

Roman began whispering, "Janus here, we have no time to get proper weapons out, long knifes will do for now." Janus accepted the knife and they started to be really focusing on what was going on around them, more then they were already before.

Two hands grabbed their shoulders, Roman felt immense fear run through out his whole body, quickly slashing behind him, whatever was holding them seemed to dodge his strike.

"Calm down, it's me, Logan." silence ensued before the prince finally processed what just happened. "Logan?!" he whispered yelled. "Yes it's me, Logan. It's good to finally see you again, who's this? I don't believe I've ever met this guy before."

"Well Logan, this is Janus, Janus this is Logan." Roman introduced each other to one another. They both shook hands. The nerd looked up at Janus and kinda glared at him? As if he was warning the other that if he hurt Roman in any way, he'd better sleep with one eye open. He then smiled like he didn't just threaten him with the glare.

"Anyway, where are you guys going?" Logan asked, curious since they were leaving when him and Roman hadn't met up yet. "We were going to Silver, Janus and his friend got split up at a Starmart so we were starting there to find them."

"Hmmm ok, let's get going then, shall we?". The other two nodded in agreement and started for the evergreen forest.

The forest was... harder then expected. The prince has never left Wells before and hadn't bothered going through it before, because well he never needed to. Why risk it? He was perfectly fine living where he was, though it got boring from time to time.

It was frustrating, there was so many zombies they had to avoid. "Can't we just climb the trees and go from there?" he complained. Logan sighed in defeat, "I guess this was harder then we anticipated, everyone can climb here, right?" a few grunts of agreement later and they were up and climbing the trees.

The old bark was very spiky, and some how slimy and sticky. "Are you sure these are safe to climb? I have a bad feeling about these trees."

"pshh, it's fine, I climbed these as a kid." Roman replied. "But I have a really bad feeling about them." Janus refuted. "Hey, I think Janus might be right Roman." "Ok, what makes you guys think there's something wrong with them?".

"Well if you couldn't tell whatever is on these trees are sticky yet somehow slimy... I wouldn't trust something like that." was all Janus could really think of. He had a gut feeling these trees were bad, not really a feeling based on how they look or anything but his gut is usually right so he's choosing to trust it now. "Ok but we're already covered in this weird liquid? or slime? I don't know what this stuff is honestly, but my point is, isn't it too late now to go down. What's climbing more gonna do at this point?".

Roman had a fair point but Janus still wanted down. Growls began quietly during their conversation, though only Logan really realized it but dismissed it because he was sure they were all hungry and it was just stomach growls. "Hey... do you guys hear that too?" the nerd questioned. He was getting worried about them now since they were getting really loud.

"Huh? What sound?". "Shhhh" Logan put his finger to his lips with a quiet shhhh. Everything was quiet now, all three of them waiting and listening for a noise.

It started up again, but louder. "We have to go now!" Janus said in urgency. The other two were confused since they didn't see anything. "I knew there was something fucking wrong with these trees!" he spat out in distaste. These were zombie traps. He had encountered a couple of them before but hadn't expected it to happen in a evergreen forest.

The one in yellow began to make quick work of the trees, not wanting to wait and see what would happen next. Roman and the nerd quickly followed Janus as he took the lead and pretty soon they were out of the forest and on a roof in Silver.

"What was that about?!" the prince demanded to know. He was mostly confused and scared on to why he suddenly rushed them out of the woods. Janus looked straight at Roman's face and with a straight face said, "Well your little idea to climb the trees was a dumb one! It could've killed us!".

He was taken aback by the other's sudden out burst and got mad, "W-well if you hadn't gotten split up with your friend we wouldn't of had to go through the woods!" he yelled.

Janus was beat red in anger, "Well if you knew your land scape of where you live better then we wouldn't of had to get out of there so fast!".

Logan just stood there watching them and thinking their fight was pointless, "Ok ok, but I don't see the problem in your guy's argument. We got out of there didn't we? and Roman we just met up again so why are you yelling at him for getting split up from his friend. Let's all calm down, there's no use in fighting about nothing."

The nerd did have a point Roman had to admit so he backed down, "Sorry, I was just flustered." he whispered in an extremely low tone. Janus took a minute to think and thought he was in the wrong too, he didn't explain what was going on and blamed Roman for everything. "Apology accepted... and uh.. I'm sorry too." both sides seemed ok with each other's responses.

"Alright now that's settled, what is wrong this sticky stuff on us?" Logan asked. "Well... do you know what a zombie trap is?..." both of them shook their heads, no. "That was one of them, they don't have official names but I just call them that, I'm pretty sure if enough zombies and enough people get turned in a forest the trees start to get sticky and whoever gets covered in the substance.... well I don't know the whole thing but I'm pretty the zombies in that area gets more sensitive to the person and try to get them?"

They both looked confused, after all Janus really didn't know to explain. "You know what? let's just say it's very bad to be covered in it, ok?" the other two just nodded.

"How are we going to get this stuff off of us then? If it's so bad to be covered in it." Roman questioned. "Any water sources near?" "I don't think so Janus."

"Get out our map Roman." the prince followed what Logan asked, pulling out the old map and setting it down. The nerd scanned the map and pointed at the slow river on it, the space between Silver and Gold. "This should be a good space to to wash up, though that wall may be problematic for us passing if we get surrounded." Logan explained.

The two nodded in agreement. "Let's look around here first for Janus's friend." "Ok let's do it." They all set out on search. "So who's this friend of yours?" Roman was curious he had to admit.

"Well, his name is Remus. He's tall and fast when he wants to be. He has brown hair and this faded grey streak in his hair, whenever we find hair dye he always insists on us dyeing that one streak, and we'll we're actually dating." Roman didn't know why but he felt his heart drop when Janus said the last part.

They're was some groaning that could be heard, even though they couldn't see any zombies. "Guys... I see a small horde... there's a person in the middle of it." "We gotta help them then Lo!" Roman yelled as he handed him a sword and pulled out his katana.

The three of them rushed into the small horde, killing as many zombies as they could. Neither of them could never get used to the sound of a zombie getting killed. It sounded so disgusting, but the person in the middle looked like they were having fun, chopping as many zombies heads off as they could. The person was relishing in the slaughter fest they were having.

Around 26 minutes later the horde was done for, they were not harmed luckily. A tall person walked they're way, probably the person who was fighting the horde Roman thought. As the figure got closer Janus's face lit up, the biggest smile the prince has ever seen. "Remus!" Janus yelled, running over to his boyfriend.

The look on Janus's face was shared on Remus's face as they hugged each other. "I thought I lost you!" "I thought I lost you too, don't scare me like that again!" Remus teasingly said, nipping at the others neck. To that Janus laughed. "Ok ok, stop that! I want you to meet two other people! They helped me find you." Remus stopped and started paying attention to who was there, he met eyes with Roman, he felt weird looking at him... like the feels he felt when he first saw Janus, suddenly feeling embarrassed he let go of Janus.

"So... you guys helped me meet up with my boyfriend again... thanks." the Duke went back to snuggling into his boyfriend's neck. Janus responded to that by rubbing his head, "Yeah they helped me, let's introduce ourselves, shall we?"

Remus grumbled but picked up his head, "Yeah." the group of four met each other in the middle.

Roman being the ever so over exaggerated person he is bowed, "My name is Roman." when he picked his head up he winked at both of them. Logan not reading the room put his hand out to Remus and Janus, after shaking their hands he made the effort to introduce himself, "My name is Logan, Nice to meet you two." Remus was up next, " My name is Remus!" the Duke shouted as he subtly winked at Janus and Roman. His boyfriend giggled at that , "As you all know I'm Janus".

They just stood there in awkward silence after that before Remus got an idea, "Hey can you leave us three alone for a bit Logan?". Logan just nodded at that, already knowing what they're going to talk about. After the tall nerd left the three kinda just stood there, Remus being being blunt just spat it out, "So I kinda like you, wanna try having a relationship with me and Janus?" Janus didn't say anything, though he was blushing was giving it away. "I- uh.. sure?" the prince was blushing like a tomato at this point.

He began speaking again, "So like a trial run? Do you guys really want me to be dating you two?" Janus felt bad for just pushing this all on Roman but he really wanted this too, he loved Remus and for some unexplained reason he felt like he knew Roman forever already and had a connection with him, despite barely knowing him. "Yeah we really want to try this." Was all he could say.

After the agreement they seemed to remember that they were still covey in the sticky substance. "Hey nerd! come back over here"Remus yelled.

To that Logan came back with a annoyed expression on his face, "Do you have to yell?" the Duke shrugged, not caring. Roman just smiled at the interaction between the two.

"Guys we should get going, you know to wash up?".

They all seemed to agree and went onward towards the river. Getting there wasn't much of a problem, one or two zombies passed, now they just had to have two people watch for zombies while the other two wash up. Logan and Remus was first to wash up, nothing happened during that time, though it was Roman's and Janus's turn now. They thought it would be fine.

THEY THOUGHT everything would be fine but there was a horde coming out of nowhere. Remus pushed Logan, notifying him that they had to go. The horde was huge, no way they could take them all on at once. "Guys go! We have to go now!" the Duke yelled at the two washing up. The only way they could go was towards the wall... the only problem with that was they had to climb it. Climb it... none of them were good at it but it was their only chance to escape.

As the zombies neared the panic grew, they weren't moving fast enough. So the only thing they could do was... two of them giving the other two a boost to go over the wall and hope to make it out alive. Logan looked over at Remus and whispered, "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

Remus took a minute to respond, "We gotta give them a boost, right?" the nerd nodded, with that the two hopped down and Logan hurriedly walked to where Roman was climbing and the last thing he said before pushing Roman up was, "I'm sorry but you have to survive for me." Roman was shocked, what did Logan mean? "W-wait! Logan why did you do that?" Logan was silent, "Awnser me damn it! You can't leave me like this! You promised we would be together forever! Please you're my best friend!" Roman was in tears, he couldn't lose his best friend like this. Not like this. Logan looked away, he knew he couldn't climb it fast enough but at least Roman, his best friend, his only friend he ever had was safe.

A small sad smile graced his lips, "Roman, as your best friend you have to do this for me, ok? You have to run, run as fast as you can." Logan began crying, "Live for me, ok? Remember I love you and will always be with you."

"Please there has to be a way! You know I can't live without you!" Roman said in a broken voice, pleading to his friend to at least try. "Roman we both know I don't have enough time, it's simply impossible." Roman looked away and back at Logan, "I l-love you t-too Logan, remember that." Roman said to Logan, if he was going to lose his best friend he was at least going to say goodbye.

Logan turned around after throwing up all his supplies but kept one sword, "Yeah... goodbye my dearest friend." A tear ran down Logan's cheek.

When Remus got down to help Janus he ran straight towards his boyfriend and quickly pushed his friend to the top of the wall, "Janus I know you're going to not like this but you know this is the only way for at least some of us to make it, right? You know that, right? I love you." Janus looked down slowly processing it, "W-what do you mean Remus? Didn't you say you'd never give up? Why are you doing this!" Janus yelled, furious his lover would even suggest this, he had to stay, didn't he? "You have it wrong Janus, I'm not leaving you ok? I'll be right over after me and Logan kill all of the zombies, I promise." They both knew it was a empty promise but it was comforting."Just in case, I love you and always will be with you, ok Janus? My love, I always will love you." Remus promised to Janus. Janus was crying, "I love you too my knight and shining amor, I love you too, always." Remus shot his lover a blow kiss and threw up his supplies besides his sword, he was going to use it to kill as many of those bastard zombies as he could.

Roman sat on the wall crying, he knew he had to run, for his friend he had to live but he didn't want to let go. "You're going to run for me right? Roman you will right?". The prince sniffled, while getting up, "I will Logan, I will run." they both looked at each other as their last goodbyes came to an end. He turned back, jumping off the wall and ran, he ran as fast as he could and Logan, well Logan he ran towards the horde killing as many as he could. He was going to kill as many of them as he could if he was going to die here, might as well go down fighting, right?

Janus looked at Remus and went quiet, "So this is the last time we're going to see each other, right?" Remus nodded. The one on the wall looked down at his hands, then back to his lover, "Kill as many as you can, ok? Have fun, doing what you like, ok? Make it as gruesome as you can. Make it like you." To that Remus smiled, "Oh you know it! I'm going to have so much fun, what a gift, my best slaughter fest of them all." He shackingly smiled knowing that Remus would at least have some fun in this, "I love you Remus." was his last sentence to his lover as he got up and turned to jump off to the other side of the wall, "Love you too babe!" Was the last words he was going to hear from Remus.

Remus went and ran for the horde with the biggest grin on his face.

Roman and Janus survived, that day Roman lost a life long friend and a potential new lover while Janus lost his lover in one go and the nerd.

In the end they concolsed each other, reminding each other they still had one another even though they lost their loved ones.

#remroceit #cussing #kinda graphic #logan sanders #roman sanders #remus sanders #janus sanders #fanfiction #apocalypse au #blood

[chxoticmuses]

SEND ME A SHIP AND I’LL TELL YOU...

Status: Accepting

@footagecaught said: um-umm bella & mo for the ship meme 🥺👉👈 if you're feelin' it. ♥

Who asks the other on dates: Bella. She’s always suggesting new places to him from research she’s done and forces him to tag along with her because he makes everything 10x better.

Who is the bigger cuddler: Mo all the way!! He’s always holding her, pulling her closer to him, engulfing her in hugs, etc and she loves for it because he’s so comfortable. He’s also always the little spoon even though he’s taller.

Who initiates holding hands more often: Bella. Fidgeting with fingers is her things and she does it with Mo’s hand a lot when she’s holding it.

Who remembers anniversaries: Definitely Mo. I feel like he probably writes it down on a calendar or puts it in his notes while Bella can’t remember anything for shit. She has to be reminded like a couple of days in advance.

Who is more possessive: Mo. he tends to do more possessive gestures to her like grab her hip, pull her in closer, give her random kisses, and all that just to let people know “Hey, this is my girlfriend (:”

Who gets more jealous: I have to give this title to Bella. Even though she knows Mo would never let the fame get to her head and he’s not that type of guy, she can’t help but feel a little jealous since he’s in the spotlight all the time. She read the horny tik tok comments before he disabled them 😞.

Who is more protective: Mo. I feel like this really kicks in after she tells him about how she got chased for a dollar at the subway and he knows she’s new to the New York environment so he’s just like “I gotta protect her!!”

Who is more likely to cheat: NEITHER!!!

Who initiates sexy times the most: Mo. He’s a cheeky horny man and he thinks Bella doesn’t know he does certain things to get her in the mood, but she knows babey!!! And she’s all here for it 🙈

Who dislikes PDA the most: pft, neither. They’re a couple and you’re going to know it babey!! You’re talking about the couple who made out in Bella’s office at her job, please.

Who kills the spider: Spiders Bella doesn’t mind them at all but when it comes to those rats in her apartment...you got this one Mo!

Who asks the other to marry them: Mo!! I feel like he probably does it in the sweetest way too. I don’t know exactly what he would do, I just know it would be really sweet because it’s Mo!

Who buys the other flowers or gifts: Bella. She loves bringing him little things that reminded her of him. Like he has a mini moth man bobblehead somewhere in the house because Bella saw it and just couldn’t resist buying it for him.

Who would bring up possibly having kids: Bella!! She honestly probably starting to bring it up just as a conversation starter like “What would we name our children?” But the more they talked about it as their relationship went on the more serious they got. She wants at least two kids.

Who is more nervous to meet the parents: Bella would be really nervous to meet Mo’s parents, especially his mom because whenever he mentions her he always talks so greatly about her and she doesn’t want to make the wrong impression on his mom then have her hate her and then Mo starts hating her!!

Who sleeps on the couch when the other is angry: I feel like maybe she would force him on the couch, but then feel bad about it and sneak on to the couch with him in the middle of the night.

Who tries to make up first after arguments: Bella tries to, probably goes out and buys him a couple of things, but she comes home to flowers already placed on the counter and an apology note. He always beats her ):.

Who says I love you more: It’s a tie. They’re both lovey-dovey dumbasses okay.

#I ALWAYS GOT TIME FOR THEM #you know it was so hard to choose who for what because they’re both lovey dovey dumbasses #( ANSWERED ASKS. ) #( BELLA ANSWERED ASKS. ) #footagecaught #( BELLA & MO. )

[descendantofthesparrow]

Protective Harry Hook x reader

Hi, I was wondering if you could write a fanfic for Harry hook x reader. Where maybe the reader was really close friends with the VKs before they left the isle and after they left she joined Uma’s crew (became really close with Uma) and got together with Harry hook. But when the vks come back they found out that reader had a baby with Harry and they aren’t supportive and think she’s betrayed them. And Harry steps in being over protective Dad and Lover. I love you writing, sorry if it’s picky 💗 

a/n: for this im going to make the reader already pregnant for three months, cuz the vks are only gone for six months, not really enough time for a baby to be born safely, so reader and Harry have been in a relationship for five months.

Key

Y/n- your name H/c- hair color E/c- eye color S/c- skin color H/l- hair length H-height V/p- villain parent

B/g- Baby gender B/n- baby name

–(y/n) POV– --D1--

You took a deep breath, trying to pump yourself up to tell your friends Mal, Evie, Carlos, and Jay, about your little “problem” and it might be your last chance to do it, as the four of them would be leaving to auradon within the hour

…oh what was the problem you ask? Well, you’re pregnant, and Harry Hook was the father, he didn't know either, hell! Your friends didn't even know you two were in a relationship!!! Only Uma knew, and luckily she decided to keep your relationship a secret.

Now you may be asking, how did you get pregnant, to answer that, let's go back to half a year ago. You were wandering the Isle after a bad incidence with your (v/p) and you were near the docks and when all of a sudden a group of pirates jumped you, and as they were about to take advantage of you, Harry showed up and saved you. Afterward he took you back to Ursula's chip shop and Uma (who took a couple minutes of convincing to let Harry fix you up, because your Mals friend) allowed you in after acknowledging that you had never teased her and had never called her shrimpy, and after that incident you and Harry had continued talking and soon an emotional and sexual relationship had begun between the two of you. and because the isle didn't really have birth control options, you had gotten pregnant, and with the help of Uma, she confirmed it.

And now it was three months after you found out, and you had yet to tell your friends of your predicament or Harry of your holding of his love child in your womb.

ruffling your (h/c) hair you rushed over to your friends and grasped Evie's shoulder, turning to you she hummed and tilted her head

“(y/n)? what's up? we have to leave in a minute or two.”

“I know, I just need to tell you all something before you go.”

she nodded and gestured for the others to come over, as the four stared at you curiously you took a deep breath and prepared yourself to tell them about you and harry

“I have something really big to tell you guys and promise you won't flip out ok?”

the four nodded slowly, and you decided to blurt out what was going on

“im-” 

“Mal~!”

“Evie~!”

“Carlos!”

“Jay!”

the fours parents interrupted you and the four turned and made their way to the limo, Evie turning back to you,

“you can tell us when we get back (y/n)! see ya!”

Mal then turned to you as well

“and stay away from the docks, Uma will take advantage of our trip to auradon”

you stilled, never telling Mal about your close friendship with Uma.

“um, abo-”

“and stay away from Harry too, he’ll try something while we’re gone im sure of it”

aaannnd your brain went into auto mode,

“sure thing Mal, I’ll just stick it in the hideout,”

she nodded and climbed into the limo.

as the limo drove away only one thought ran through your head.

‘well I fucked that up’

--three days later--

“I tell him, I don't tell, I tell him, I don't tell him...”

you plucked off the last petal of the dying flower “ I tell him”

Uma ground out “finally! we've been sitting here for half an hour!!! okay now go tell Harry and-”

“Tell me wha?”

both you and Uma squealed and jumped around to see Harry staring down at both of you, eyebrow raised and trying to hold in his laughter.

“Harry! don't scare us like that!” you whined at Him, standing up and mushing your face in his chest, feeling it rumble from his laughter.

“don't scare ye? that's my speciality ~!” he cackled as he wrapped his arms around you, resting his chin on your head. Uma rolled her eyes and stood up, brushing off her pants.

“well im going to get away from this sappyness, (y/n), Tell him”

Harry's face scrunched up in confusion? “tell me wha? (y/n)?” you bit your lip and stepped back from Harry, playing with your fingers and shuffling your feet.

“Bonnie? ye alright?” glancing up at Harry you saw him staring at you in worry and fear.

“is there something wrong? are-are ye breaking up with me?! o-or-” 

“no!” you gasped grabbing his hands and held them to your stomach “im-im pregnant!”

Harry stopped babbling and stared at you in shock, glancing at his hand which were placed upon your stomach, where his child was.

“how” he rasped “how long?” 

“three months” you looked up at Harry, his eyes beginning to fill with an emotion you couldn't place. “Harry?” he jumped and returned his attention to you “how...how do you feel about it?”

Harry stared at you for a few moments, a look in his eyes you couldn't describe other than pure joy “i-” his voice cracked and thickened as he spoke “I love ye (y/n). and im gonna be the best damn father I can be on this dumpster fire of an island”

tears streamed down your face and you jumped into his arms and he picked you up and spun you around. “well” you choked out “we won't have to raise it on this dipshit of a place” Harry raised an eyebrow “what why?”

you looked at him with a mischievous grin “Mal and her gang are gonna nab the wand and get us off this hell hole” 

“are-are ye serious!!!! holy fuck!!”

Harry lifted you in his arms, spinning you around once more. both of you laughing, one thing of your minds, neither would have to raise your child in this dangerous place.

you just hoped your friends would return soon.

--time skip to coronation--

“wh-what?” you whispered, tears burning at your eyes, Harry held an expression of rage, gripping your hand tightly.

“those-those, TRAITORS” 

all around you, food was chucked at the tv screen. the rage of Harry and the other patrons of the chip shop resounded in your ears. 

you couldn't breath

how could they!

they left you here to rot!!!

your ears started to ring, the world going black. your stomach hurt. you couldn't breathe.

“(y/n)?” you heard Harry's voice, but it seemed so far away.

“(y/n)? love?”

the last thing you felt before passing out was the sensation of being picked up by Harry before everything went black.

---

“gakit cunts!!!” the sound of something breaking broke through your subconscious

Harry's voice broke through the darkness that surrounded you.

“they jus left her here, THEY LEFT HER HERE! WHILE SHE’S PREGNANT WITH ME CHILD”

“Harry! chill!!!! ” Uma, thank god she was here too, trying to make Harry calm down.

“NO I won't CHILL, THEY'RE BASTERIOUS SLUDGE PUSS FILLED-

“HARRY!” 

“WHAT!”

“(Y/n)’s awake”

Harrys footsteps raced towards you, you heard his knees hit the floor and his calloused hand cupped your face. 

“(y/n)? love? are ye okay?!”

groaning you opened your eyes to see Harry's ocean blue eyes staring at you with pure worry and concern.

you smiled and grasped his hand “yes im okay” you rasped.

he breathed a sigh of relief and pulled you into a hug.

“im sorry lass, I should have paid more attention to ye, I could've prevented that”

“im fine Harry, no harm no foul”

He only nodded and climbed onto the bed and pulled you into his lap.

“jus be careful from now on ye hear”

you laughed, “practice what you preach hooky”

“you two are adorable” Uma right forgot she was here.

“shut it Uma” Harry spoke face flushed

“pft ahahaaha!!!” you and Uma burst out laughing. ah Harry could be so funny somtimes.

---D2---

Hard to believe its been 6 months since the Core four left, 4 months since they betrayed you and left you here. and a month and a half since your baby (b/g) was born. the precious thing was born a month and a half early. they looked so much like Harry, but at the same time so much like you...god you loved them, both of them, Harry and (b/n) that is. Harry, being the protective worrisome pirate he is, tutting over you constantly while and after your pregnancy. trying to carry you everywhere, not letting you steal anything. instead, he did it for you and grabbing double. Uma let him keep a lot of what he stole. he moved you into his room on the ship. basically, he’s a protective dork.

now you were walking around with your babe in your arms making your way back from curl up and dye, letting dizzy babysit (b/n) while you got your hair done. cooing at the adorable (b/g), you were startled by a familiar voice.

“(y/n)?!” you turned to see Evie, Carlos, Jay and...Ben. your face turned blank, the sting of betrayal still burned deep.

“is..is that a-” your blank face twisted in rage, and you hissed at her

“yes, this is my baby. wouldn't expect you to know, as, ya know! you abandoned me.” the four winced, Ben seemingly gathering a cloud of guilt upon his face.

“(y/n)” Evie stalked forward, grasping your shoulder “who’s is it”

you growled and pulled away from her “don't touch me! and the father is-”

“step away from the lass and the babe now.” Harry's voice broke through the tense standoff, gently grasping your shoulder and pulling you and the babe behind him, brandishing his sword and hook. creating a barrier between you and your old friends.

Jay walked forward and tried to pull you from behind Harry, thinking that Harry was going to hurt you and your babe, not knowing that Harry was the father.

Harry growled and slashed him with his sword forcing Jay to step back.

“back away from me girl and child! or else il hook ye!”

“your-” Jay sputtered “your child!?! how!!!”

“Aww, Jay~ did ye forget how sex works~? well, ya see-!” 

“Harry stop, not helping.”  Harry snorted and settled into a protective stance once more.

“how is the child even yours Hook! there's no way (y/n) could've gotten pregnant and given birth, in the time we were gone!”

you decided to step in

“when you guys left for Auradon for the first time, I was already three months pregnant, and have had a relationship with Harry for five months. I never told you because I knew Mal and the rest of you would throw me to the streets.”

the three held a look of shame, as they knew it to be true. nowadays they wouldn't, but back then? they would have done it without a second glance.

“you can't trust him!”

“oh really? and why should I trust you? he’s not the one who abandoned me!”

‘‘da da~! *sqee*”  the six of you jumped when all of a sudden (b/n) reached out to Harry and called for him, making grabby hands at him. giggling all the while.

‘holy crap that's so goddamn adorable’ was all the group could think.

as Harry sheathed his sword and took his tiny babe into his arms, Ben stood there thinking of how him not bringing over the next group of kids greatly harmed the ones still on the Isle.

Ben made up his mind, you, Harry and your Baby would be part of the next group coming over to the Isle.

“well, we’ll be going now,” you spoke, tugging on Harry's jacket. urging him to head back to the ship. luckily he obeyed and followed you, carefully holding (b/n) in his arms. “don't get caught” with that you left, Harry watching your back.

The four watched you go, shame, regret, guilt, and also weirdly...relief. you were being taken care of. you were better off then they thought you were.

they would just need to make sure that Mal was not the only one they would retrieve from the Isle. even if it meant taking Mals arch enemy along for the ride.

--the end!--

#Descendents #descendants #disney descendants #harry hook #harry hook descendants #harry hook imagine #harry hook x reader #my writing

[mlpdestinyverse]

Parental Shipping

Sky's romance radar is going off and his excited patting intensifies.

Feat.  Skychaser, Dreamaria Flow, Serein Paleo,  Rhea Rainier Venture Gale,  Rainy Daze and Caramello

Story and Description Under The Cut

-Just outside the Cutie Mark Sanctuary, Skychaser lets out a satisfied breath and wipes the sweat off of his forehead. He watches with a smile as the volunteers for the Sanctuary's special outdoor crafts event help finish cleaning up the various table benches. The crowd of children are slowly but surely thinning out as they head home with big smiles on their faces and all kinds of creative projects held in a hoof, a magic aura, or under a wing. With the warm sun still beaming down on him, and with the event's end, the pegasus takes a moment to slide off his pink and purple Sanctuary hoodie, stuffing it into the saddlebag he had set down near one of the benches- ???: Skychaser! Hey there! Skychaser: *ear flicks and he turns to find a certain uncle Serein Paleo approaching. He grins* Ey, Serein~! You're finally here! I'd say welcome to the party, but it sooort of just ended~ -Sky recalls Dream Flow's excited chatter about her uncle coming down from Reinsforth to visit for the week. Between this visit and two others, Sky has long since warmed up to the kind older stallion. He's a polite and friendly presence, and it isn't hard to see why Dream is so fond of him- Serein Paleo: *chuckles* That's quite fine. I've already dropped my things off at Dreamaria's house and came to meet up with her. She said she'd be helping out at your event? Skychaser: Yep! Dream went inside to drop off some of the art supplies! *snickers* She's been pretty high alert while waiting for you~ Can't wait to see her face when- ???: OH, OH, who's Dreamy waiting for? *gasp* No way! Are you her mom?! -Skychaser jumps a bit and glances down to see who has to be Merry Daze standing beside Sky, leaning her head in as if to enter the conversation physically. She prances over to Serein, and with great wonder and admiration, she lifts his large braid above her head to inspect it at all angles. Meanwhile, Sky notices her two best friends, Caramello and Venture Gale, catching up behind her. They almost appear winded, as if they had to run to keep up with her- Caramello: *rubs the back of his neck with a nervous smile* Um, Merry? Maybe you should ask before touching somepony's mane? Merry Daze: OH! *looks up at Serein through her puffy blue bangs* Merry's sorry! But gosh, you're so, so pretty! And your hair's real pretty, like Dreamy's! It's so soft! Serein: *laughs into his hoof and smiles* Thank you! I'm actually Dream Flow's uncle, Serein Paleo. It's nice to meet you. Merry: *ears flicking up in surprise, she jumps back and closer to Sky* O-oh! Sorry! *rubs her foreleg with an apologetic grin* Merry shouldn't have assumed... Serein: It's fine, really! *smiles kindly* Not the first time. And I really don't mind. Venture Gale: *eyes narrow as he mumbles under his breath* Serein Paleo...? Skychaser: (?) *despite himself, he decides to address the colt beside him* Something up, Ven? -Skychaser doesn't miss the way Venture Gale immediately side-eyes him. It's to be expected. The colt has always held some sort of disdain for him ever since his and Monochrome's dating days ("Fluff-headed dweeb" was Ven's go-to insult back then). And if the distrustful squints had said anything, Ven's feelings certainly dipped further into the negative in the aftermath of his and Monochrome's fight, and in their following break-up. Sky can't completely fault the colt for it. Almost a year has passed since then, but at this point, Sky is pretty sure Ven only ever tolerates him and responds to him for the sake of their two mutual friends- Caramello: *turns to Ven* Huh? What's wrong? Venture: ....*frowns to himself* I dunno, that name sounds familia-aaAAAAH wait!! *nose crinkles, as do his ears pull back* You're the one who writes those...*squints* Romance books. Skychaser: *quirks an eyebrow at Ven's blunt distaste* You really don't have to make a face... Caramello: (!) Wait, you're right! Oh my gosh, I love your work! *eyes sparkle, the same stars Sky has seen ever since the teen was a kid. He turns to Ven excitedly* C'mon Ven, Sky's right! Mr. Paleo's books are really cool with all the pre-Equestrian stuff, and they're really, really sweet too! *he sighs dreamily, bringing his hooves to his cheeks* My fave's 'The Philosopher's Heart'...like, imagine a road paved with adventure, complete with a slow-burning romance. Merry(?): *nose crinkles, her voice low* Ew... Skychaser: *blinks and turns to the teen filly at his opposite side. With a nervous chuckle at the shift, he leans down and lifts up part of her bangs, revealing a sharp deep blue eye that shifts over to him at the action* Hey now, is that Stormy under there? Stormy Daze: ...*huffs and looks away with disinterest, pushing the moved section of bangs back further to keep her eye visible* Venture: W-well, the Daring Do and Spectrum Storm series have just as cool adventures! *shrinks a bit, his voice carrying a soft tinge of worry* R-right Mello? You still think I'm- that they're really cool, right? -Skychaser frowns. While aware that Venture's mother is a best-selling author, he can't quite understand what would cause Ven to appear almost restless at the idea of his friend preferring other books over his family's own fictional series.- Caramello: *smiles reassuringly* 'Course I do, Ven! They're both really good! Venture: *shoulders relax, as if relieved. But his signature squint reappears as he points an accusing hoof at Serein* Now I get it...best-selling books...winning over my own friend's heart with them...you're definitely my mom's competition! Serein: *blinks, confused by the whole exchange* Your mother...? -Sky sighs and presses a hoof to his face at the same time that Ven pridefully juts his chest out. Sky would say he's surprised by the teen's behavior but...he's not. He's really, really not. No amount of 'sweet temperament' (as Mello claims at least) can snuff out what Skychaser has come to see as the Dash family's pride, and what must be Rainbow Dash's competitive nature incarnate- Venture: A.K. Yearling herself of course~! Serein: *eyebrows shoot up, surprised but incredibly intrigued* Really? How incredible! *smiles brightly* I hold a tremendous amount of respect for Mrs. Yearling's writing! As they say, she truly shaped the adventure genre as we all know it! Venture: *clearly caught off guard, almost appearing bashful* Y-yeah! Yeah! She is amazing! *looks off to the side stubbornly* So, like, you better not underestimate her! Skychaser: *no longer able to hold back the mild exasperation growing in him over the colt's attitude. He sighs softly* Ven, come on, settle down a bit. *frowns at the colt* Serein's a guest and you're being kind of rude, buddy. Venture: *nearly squawks at the call-out, his golden eyes wide. While he starts fidgeting under everyone's stare, he shoots Skychaser a flustered look* I-I'm just speaking my mind! Geez! *crosses his arms dramatically, glancing down and grumbling under his breath* You should settle down...dweeb. Skychaser: *sighs again as he roughly scratches at his thick head of hair. By pure habit, he finds himself speaking without thinking* I swear if Monochrome were here- -Sky's mistake sinks in when he sees Ven tense up. The colt stares at Skychaser, wide-eyed and blank-faced. Soon the colt's mouth presses into a tight line, something serious and somber overtaking the young teen's expression. Before Sky can find it in him to speak, Ven is standing and trudging away, the stiffness in his shoulders obvious even as his shape grows smaller. Skychaser glances at the two remaining teens and watches them exchange glances, with Stormy wearing a tight frown and Mello appearing concerned. With a soft click of her tongue, Stormy Daze wordlessly stalks off after Venture Gale. Caramello, too, moves to follow, though not before shooting Sky an apologetic smile- Caramello: We'll take care of it. *gallops off after his friends* Serein: *frowns, appearing a bit worried* Is he going to be okay...? Skychaser: *rubs the back of his neck guiltily* I think so...Caramello and Stormy won't leave his side until he is. -All at once the unresolved conflicts within the colt's family - Monochrome's family -flood into his mind, and Sky mentally kicks himself for the careless slip-up. As much as he wants to apologize immediately, he knows well that the colt wouldn't want to see his face. At least not now. He'll absolutely track the colt down later for a proper apology- ???: UNCLE!! -Sky lifts his head to see Dream Flow yards away, wide-eyed and giddy. Smiling, he's just about to call out to her, but in the blink of an eye she's vanished from his sight. Blinking rapidly, he's about to voice his confusion until he hears an 'oof!" behind him. Upon turning around, Sky is met with the sight of Dream Flow hugging her uncle tightly, practically burying her whole face into his exposed chest fur. While he smiles seeing Serein embrace and nuzzle the mare back, he can almost swear that he barely even had enough time to process the sound of Dream teleporting behind him. Then again, it wasn't like he personally knew any other unicorns who used spells outside of basic levitation- Skychaser: 'Damn she's fast.' Dream Flow: *tilts her head back to grin up at Serein* Hi. You're as pretty as ever~ Serein: *playfully rolls his eyes and tousels Dream's hair, causing her to laugh* Aren't I the one who's supposed to be saying that? Dream: *grins wider* So you agree! Serein: PFT- you! *laughs and takes Dream's face into his hooves to lightly squish her cheeks about, bringing out more streams of delighted giggling and teasing from her* Skychaser: *can practically feel Dream buzzing with delight, her energy (and maybe the unfolding face-squishing battle) making Sky laugh* Hey now, don't you guys have an uncle-niece hang out to commence? Dream: *stops mid-squishing Serein's face back, still giggling madly* H-he's right! I surrender! Serein: *laughs with her* Curses, I thought we'd have a full blown battle this time... Dream: Maybe next time~ (!) *quickly jumps to her hooves* Oh!! Wait, sorry, I forgot my bag inside! I'll be right back! *runs off at the speed of light towards the building* Skychaser: (?) Why didn't she just- Serein: Ah, Dream can only teleport within a certain radius. Any further and it drains too much magic at once. Skychaser: Aah! Yeah, geez, I imagine... Serein: *stares after Dream, immense adoration in his eyes* ...she...has so much vigor here. I'm glad. Sky: *blinks and turns to Serein curiously* Wait, she wasn't like this in her old town? Serein: *pauses, as if carefully considering his answer. Settling on something, his expression softens* She...lost her spark for some time. *turns to Sky, smiling appreciatively* But it's back full force and that's all that matters. *winks* I'd say she found exactly what she needed here~ -Before Sky can comment further, both stallions hear heavy hoofsteps approaching before a kind voice calls out- Rhea: Mr. Paleo! *smiles sweetly as she moves to stand with the stallions* It's so good to see you! I had no idea you were visiting again! Serein: *eyes notably light up* Ms. Rainier! *smiles brightly* It's a pleasure to see you too! How have you been? Rhea: *giggles and waves a dismissive hoof at him* Now now, dear, I already told you that you can call me Rhea! That sounds far too formal for somepony like me. Serein: *corner of mouth quirks up* I should say the same to you. I'm fine with just 'Serein' myself. Rhea: Oh, but a historian like you deserves to be addressed properly! Serein: *laughs* Nonsense! You and I both know I'm just a silly romantic. Rhea: *chuckles into her hoof* For history and otherwise? *shoots him a playful look* I suppose the book you gave me last time was quite revealing. So I'll give you that~ -Skychaser takes a slow step back and blinks at the playful scene before him. He and Rhea had met Serein together through Dream Flow months back. And while he knew the two had a few interactions following that meeting and became fast friends within that time...well, the present friendly banter had Skychaser glancing back and forth between the two ponies- Serein: (!) Ah, you read it! Rhea: Of course I did! Like I said before, as a romance genre enthusiast, I enjoyed your past books~ And now I feel silly for not finding the time to read your newest ones! *sighs, placing a hoof on her chest* I say, your writing sure knows how to make an old mare feel like a filly again...the excitement of being young and seeking adventure and unknown horizons. Your stories always seem to embody that! Serein: *a light red dusts his cheeks as he smiles and shakes his head* I'm glad you enjoyed it, buuut if you're like me, I think you might feel older than you actually are. *to Sky's surprise, he jokingly winks at her* And believe me, we're not a day over 1000~ -Some sort of inside joke must have been exchanged and lost on Skychaser, because in seconds a booming laugh is escaping the large mare, startling some of the ponies in the vicinity. Yet Serein isn't deterred. The earth pony simply smiles at the sight, his eyes crinkling fondly- Rhea: *laugh slowly dying out, she wipes at her right eye* S-Serein Paleo, I swear you're a trip! Serein: Glad a hermit like me still has a sense of humor~ AH, but speaking of books- *reaches into his saddlebag and pulls out a new book, handing it towards the mare with a shy, lop-sided smile* If you'd like...I thought it'd only be right to gift you the newest addition to the series as well. Rhea: *gasps softly* Really? I was ready to just buy a copy for myself- are you sure? Serein: *smiles* For a fellow romance lover? Of course. Rhea: *giggles into her hoof and takes the book from him* How thoughtful~ Thank you so much. I really need to give you something in return when I can... Serein: (!) *awkwardly waves his hooves* Oh no, please, there's really no need! Being able to discuss things with you is more than enough. -By now Skychaser has successfully snuck a few paces back, leaving the two ponies to continue their joyful chatter without even noticing his absence. He eyes them, a smirk steadily growing on his lips- Skychaser: 'Ohohon what do we have here...~?' Dream: *happily trots back towards the group, carrying her small hip bag in her magic's hold. She blinks seeing Sky separated from the two older ponies and just...staring at them. After attaching her bag to herself, she moves to stand next to him* Uuh, hi! What are you- Skychaser: *throws an arm around Dream and begins excitedly and rapidly tapping her arm with his free hoof, not once taking his cat-like grin off of the older pair* DreamDreamDreamDreamDREAM- Dream: *blinks rapidly as her body shakes from the motion. Only when he stops does she look at him with wide eyes* W-wha- Skychaser: Do you see what I see? *vaguely wiggles his eyebrows as Dream traces his previous gaze to Serein and Rhea* Dream: *smiles* Uncle and Miss Rhea are really getting along! I'm rather glad, because he's kind of a hermit you see- Skychaser: Okay, sure, but not just that! You're the one with the fancy emotion powers, I know you must've felt it too! *presses the side of his head against Dream's as they both gaze at the duo. He whispers in a sing-songy tune* There's love in the aiiiir~ Dream: *pulls her head back to momentarily stare at Sky. Then, she bursts into a fit of giggles* Skychaser: See! You get me, right? *rubs his hooves together* Dunno about Rhea, but I know the signs...your uncle's totally head over- Dream: Y-you're so silly, Sky! *can barely contain her giggles as she speaks* Uncle's only known Miss Rhea for maybe a week at most, how can they be in love~? -Sky blinks, genuinely taken aback. But the mare seems to pick up on this, her giggles dying out at once- Dream: Wait, you weren't joking? *appears apologetic* Oh gosh, I didn't mean to laugh at you then! Skychaser: AH no, it's okay, I just... *rubs the back of his neck with an awkward smile* Didn't expect that answer? I guess I just assumed that, since you can probably sense love and all sorts of mushy feels, you'd be the first to pick up on it? Or like, you'd be an even bigger romantic than your uncle. *winces* Uh sorry, it's a lot of assuming on my part...*mumbles* Though I'm like, ninetyeightpercentsureyouruncle'sintoRhea,so... Dream: O-oh! Um, *glances back at the two older ponies, still caught up in their chatter. As she turns back to Sky, he notices she seems a bit self-conscious as she smiles* Right! It's only natural you'd think that! *begins absent-mindedly running her hooves through the hair lying over her shoulder* This is a little embarrassing to admit, but...romantic love is the one emotion-variant I have a hard time pinpointing. But only because it's so unbelievably complicated. Skychaser: *eyebrows shoot up* Really? So...what do you feel when you sense it? Dream: *chuckles sheepishly* See, even an answer to that isn't very simple! Because...at least from what I've felt, love in every form is made up of multiple emotions that can alternate at any given moment. *tips her head thoughtfully* Love can be warm and affectionate, but it can also contain fear, or anger, or sadness, or a combination of these things at once. The only common thread I know is that love in whatever form is intense. But since all emotions can be intense and come in different forms depending on the pony, it's really hard for me to differentiate "romantic love" from "general love" or even from an emotional response. *offers an embarrassed grin, rubbing her neck* But I've also never felt romantic love personally, s-so that doesn't help me with recognizing it in others! Uncle's books helps give me some insight, at least. Skychaser: *whistles* Wow, okay uh...as if figuring out your own feelings wasn't complicated enough, huh? *blinks* Wait, so you've never had a crush before? (!) Ah, not that there's anything wrong with that! There are plenty of ponies who are just like that, you know? Dream: *laughs, smiling cheerfully* Of course! Romance is dead and meaningless anyway. *the moment Dream sees Sky become bug-eyed, she quickly lifts her hooves up defensively* Kidding! I'm kidding, Sky! *laughs and sheepishly rubs her hoof* Just thought I'd lighten the mood and try...oh what's it called...'cynical teenage humor'? That's what Stormy Daze called it at least! Ahaha, sorry... Skychaser: ....Stormy would say that. *chuckles nervously* It's fine! Your kind of humor sure loves leaving an impact, huh? Dream: *giggles* I am fond of shock factor~ *claps her hooves together, as if to bring their attention back on track* Anyway, if it helps, my real answer is that I never had a reason to! Skychaser: *slowly tilts head* Never had...a reason to form a crush? Dream: Mhm! No one in my hometown gave me a reason to develop one. *brings a hoof to her chin* Ah gosh, did that come out right? Maybe it's better to say that I've never had anyone...spark feelings like that before? -Skychaser hums to himself in consideration. While strangely worded, he's long deduced that some sort of sheltered life and her unique senses would be the cause of his friend's unique way of talking at times- Skychaser: Then...maybe it's a case of needing to find the right somepony who'll resonate with you! Like, emotionally? Dream: Maybe! But I'm not worried about it! *waves at him dismissively, giggling a bit* And it's not like I'm expecting anyone to feel that way about me anyway! Skychaser: *half-heartedly rolls his eyes* C'mon. Seriously? You're playing that card? *scoffs, shooting her his best big brother squint* Anyone would be lucky to have you. Dream: *smiles sweetly* That's a nice thing to say. Serein: *trots over, Rhea having seemingly left* Ah, you should've said you were back Dream! I'm sorry for keeping you waiting. Skychaser: Pssh, don't worry, Dream and I were deep in conversation too. *smirks* Right Dream? Dream: *smiles and tilts head* Uncle, do you have feelings for Miss Rhea? Skychaser: *sputters* Serein: *wide-eyed, his face slowly becoming an interesting shade of red* W-wha....I....what in the world makes you ask that? Dream: *slowly blinks* I was just...wondering? Serein: I uh...well you see... *even with his flushed face, his gaze trails off to the mare in question, silently observing her for a moment* She's...a stunning mare- *eyes shoot open, quickly adding* Andby'stunning'Imeantincredible. As in she's incredibly kind and i-it'd be hard not to enjoy her company, and... *trails off, the normally composed stallion clearly struggling as he stares blankly back at Dream.* Uh... Dream: *lifts her hooves up, sweating* I-it's okay uncle! I'm sorry for asking, I forgot this sort of thing would be considered embarrassing! Serein: *laughs, awkwardly pushing back a tuft of hair* Yeah ah, it's fine, don't think too much about it. *glances at Sky* Skychaser: *reading his mind, he smiles and makes a zipper motion over his mouth* Not a word. She'd probably like to hear all that nice stuff from you~ Serein: *nods briskly, then coughs dramatically* A-anyway! *weaves around Dream Flow to round her up and have her walk in step with him* Don't we have a ton of plans to start? Dream: *perks up* Ah, we sure do! *turns to wave at Sky* See you Skychaser! Serein: Yes, we'll see you around! -Sky watches the two leave and shakes his head with a smile, letting himself acknowledge how strange yet fascinating his friend is-

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Apparently I’ll take every chance I get to reveal small details about Dream, whoops

The Ven/Mello/Rainy trio originally wasn’t going to be in this, but then I remembered anything related to the Cutie Mark Sanctuary is going to be the best time for them to make appearances. And it was the best way to reference a previous chapter (Breaking Point) in the timeline. <X3

Reminder that Rainy/Merry/Stormy suffers from DID. And since Merry love love LOVES the name that was given to her by Sky, Merry likes talking in third person so she can hear it as many times as she likes. It helps solidify her identity and she just prefers talking about herself like that. And despite having one line, grumpy Stormy Daze finally makes her debut. Don’t worry. Despite her pessimism and harshness, she cares about Ven.

Ven talking big is the equivalent of a small kitten fluffing up. His attitude when he enters competitive mode is not to be taken to heart. <xD He just really loves his fam and their line of work.

Look at these two romance-loving goobers getting along. After many failed relationship attempts, historian and writer Serein settled on living a quiet life in Reinsforth writing his romance novels and raising Dream Flow. And while Rhea’s dreams of love and a prince charming as a filly didn’t play out the way it should have, a part of her tired heart after so many years may find itself yearning for that kind of connection again. In the end, you’re never too old to find love again. And prince charming doesn't have to be some mucho masculine dude.

Just to clarify to be safe! When Dream mentions love taking on aspects of fear/anger/sadness, she isn’t referring to toxic relationships where one partner causes the other to become fearful of them, or makes them angry or upset in the name of “love”. She’s referring to when someone feels fear for their loved one’s well being, fear of revealing their deep feelings, feeling upset when their loved one is upset, feeling anger for them or frustration because they want what’s best. That sort of thing~ <X3

In the end, Sky is a shipper at heart, and this won't be the last you'll see of shipper Sky, hoh no

#mlp #My Little Pony #mlp art #mlp oc #skychaser #dreamaria flow #serein paleo #rhea rainier #caramello #Rainy Daze #venture gale #destinyverse #story

[nightglider124]

Maybe... perhaps... AH, SCREW IT. 100 prompts, 28, StarX. If only to see how you would handle them.

Hehe… my sin ship. I lurve it.  >:)

idk if it’s the best but it’s what came to mind.

‘It’s just you and me tonight. We can do whatever we want.’

The stars were so vibrant tonight; illuminating the night like they were born to. Light bounced around from the giant full moon in the sky too.

It was late and the world had gotten quiet since it brushed past midnight. The sky was beautiful, the city was sound; civillians safe and sound in their beds. 

Tonight was a perfect night to gaze above at the wonders beyond the little blue planet.

Starfire sighed.

She would have enjoyed flying and soaring among the star, getting a closer look at them and admiring more of the universe but, she wasn’t trusting her flight abilities all that well right now.

Feeling heart sore, Starfire stared up at the stars, for a fleeting moment, wishing she could simply be back on Tamaran. 

Whenever she felt sad, she thought of Tamaran and how much she missed it; wondering if Tamaran also missed her. She considered leaving when she was upset as well. 

However, she knew, once she had gone and was back on Tamaran, she would in turn begin to miss Earth.

It was a conflicting conundrum that she wished she could solve.

Her heart lay with both planets for different reasons. Tamaran was her birthplace; somewhere she knew all the customs and rules, a place she never felt out of place and somewhere that felt familiar.

Earth, on the other hand, had so many fascinating things, it had new and exciting traditions for her to learn, it had her friends…

It had Robin.

Her heart clenched in her chest.

Even thinking about him hurt. But, she was starting to get used to this. It was the same cycle, over and over again.

Whilst he was wonderfully sweet, caring and kind, the majority of the time she spent around him; there was the small percentage of when he could be a complete and utter clorbag.

She wanted to scream at him and lose her temper like he so easily could but she resisted. In her mind, whilst he was her friend and someone she held deep affection for… he was her leader.

Subordinates were never to disagree with their leaders. It was unbecoming of a warrior to go against thgeir superiors. 

Whatever Robin said, went.

She frowned and her eyes shifted focus from the stars to the ocean, calm and tranquil as it continued a steady flow of in and out, dragging sand and shells back into its depth with every new wave; big and small.

After tonight’s episode… she just felt so disheartened. Every time they got closer and when she finally dabbled with the idea that Robin might care for her in more than a friendly way, he shut down any hope she may have had.

He’d taken her aside today after a battle with Mumbo and completely tore her apart over her techniques, saying how she could have gotten hurt or could have gotten others hurt. She couldn’t understand what she had done wrong nor could she understand why she was the only one who he seemed to notice.

Every time she did something ‘wrong’, he managed to notice but when she actually wanted his attention, he didn’t bat an eyelid.

She wrapped her arms around herself.

Her friends had just stared in surprise, not doing anything to jump to her defense or help her out. 

Mumbo had a gun pointed at a child.

Starfire hadn’t had any hesitation to dive in front of the child to protect them. The bang had sounded and it had been one of the ‘joke’ guns as she thought it probably would have been but still unwilling to take such a chance.

Why had Robin been so angry about that?

Personally, she thought that was the very definition of heroism.

Starfire sniffled as she sat on the roof of one of the tall skyscrapers dotted around Jump City. 

She just felt… very alone right now.

Little spats like this tended to make her overthink and it made her think a lot about her place on Earth and whether or not she truly did belong on Earth.

Suddenly, something dropped down behind her.

Starfire’s ear perked. 

She may have been upset with her situation with her leader and friends but she was always on alert, ready to take out any foe who dared to challenge her.

Bringing a hand to her lap, she curled it into a fist and it faintly glowed green, her starbolt charging stronger, the closer the enemy came.

The soft thud they had made sound very similar to Robin but not quite; this person, as they walked, seemed to have a lot more swagger in their step. She could sense it.

“Well… isn’t this a treat.” His voice echoed, cool and collected,

Starfire’s shoulders slumped a small fraction and the starbolt winked out. She wasn’t in the mood for this criminal, of all that roamed the city.

She exhaled and looked back towards the skyline.

Bold as he was, the thief planted himself right next to her, legs hanging over the edge of the roof, just as hers were.

“Evening, cutie.” Red X crooned,

Her brows furrowed a little, “Go. Away.”

Chuckling was what she heard, followed by a bewildered breath, 

“What? I haven’t even done anything yet.” He pointed out, his electronic voice grating on her due to it’s similarity to what her heart wanted most in this world,

She closed her eyes, “No, but you are here which can only mean bad things. Now, leave me alone.”

“Eesh, someone has really pissed you off today.” 

Starfire turned to glare at him for his use of language. The eyes of his mask widened and he held up his hands in defense,

“Oops. Sorry.” He told her, not sounding sorry at all,

“What are you doing here, Red X?” Starfire interrogated,

“Mm, not a lot to steal tonight and my friends just call me X, cutie.” He replied, leaning back on the palms of his gloved hands. 

She huffed, turned her nose up and straightened her spine, “I am not your friend.”

He thumped his hand to his chest, just above his heart, “Oh. I’m wounded.”

“Will you just leave already?” She said, through gritted teeth,

“Why do-“

Her head spun in his direction, her eyes glowing a furious green so bright that it reflected off of his mask. 

“Leave me alone.” She growled,

Red X leaned back slightly. He dropped into silence but didn’t leave. 

Starfire turned back to face the city, her heart beating rapidly. She just wanted time alone with her thoughts; something she so rarely let herself do, considering what a social butterfly she normally  was. 

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Her eyes widened and she turned to him again, “What?” 

Red X sat there, his elbows draped over his knees as he leaned forward, also staring out at the quiet streets below. 

“Well… you’re clearly upset about something. Why else would you be out here on your own?”

“I am not-”

“Starfire… please. I’m not stupid.” He told her, Starfire smothering her surprise; he never called her by her name, it was always Cutie, “And… whilst I know I’m not your top choice… I can be a good listener, y’know.”

She blinked, inwardly debating whether or not he could be trusted. He had shown kindness in the past, to her specifically as well. 

“I-I… it is nothing…” She murmured,

Red X snorted, “Pft… right. I’m convinced.”

Rolling her shoulders, Starfire glanced at him, a blush creeping onto her face.

“I… had an altercation with my friend.”

“Robin.”

She stayed quiet for a moment, “Mm… Robin.”

Red X laughed suddenly, “Y’know, cutie… your boyfriend really sucks-”

“He is not my boyfriend!” She snapped, glaring at him,

He sighed and tilted his head at her, eyes narrowed, “But, you want him to be.”

She stared at the mysterious, masked man for a long moment before she turned away, brushing some hair behind her ear. 

“It does not matter what I want… Robin has made it abundantly clear that he would never be interested in me in a romantic way…” Starfire whispered, her heart hurting and tears pricking her eyes,

“Oh, please-”

“You do not know anything about it-“

A hand on his shoulder. She froze, wondering if she should grab it and tear it off but his words caught her off guard,

“I do know one thing…” He waited until she looked at him, “Any guy who wouldn’t be interested in you, is either insane or gay.”

Starfire rolled her eyes, his flirtatious ways just rolling off of her at this point.

Red X gave her shoulder a comforting squeeze, “I mean it… you’re gorgeous and if he can’t see it… he’s a dumbass.”

She blinked her big green eyes at him before she giggled.

Deep down, she knew she didn’t like the way he was talking about Robin but right now, she was hurting and it… helped for Red X to share his thoughts.

“I’m serious… if I ever had a chance with you…” He trailed off, not finishing that thought,

But, Starfire was curious and turned her body towards him slightly.

“Yes?”

He let his hand slip from her shoulder and shrugged, “Doesn’t matter.”

“Please… if you ever had the chance with me…” She prompted, truly wanting to know,

Red X lifted his eyes to hers and swallowed so his throat wasn’t so dry,

“If I had a chance with you… I’d make you mine, immediately… not be indecisive like chuckles seems to be. He should know how quickly a girl like you would get snapped up.”

Starfire felt herself blush, “Thank you.”

He nodded, “You’re worth more than he makes you feel… that’s all.”

“I-I do not think he does it with the intention to hurt me-”

“It’s not an excuse.” 

She smiled quietly to herself, surprised but also intrigued by what he’d been saying.

“Perhaps… we should not be talking about this.”

Red X leaned back on his elbows and lightly patted the space beside him, inviting her to relax with him,

“It’s just you and me, tonight. We can do anything we want.” He told her, in a matter of fact sort of tone,

“I…”

“I’ve got all the time in the world… if you have.” Red X explained,

Whilst she knew it was wrong and she certainly shouldn’t be hanging out with let alone confiding in a criminal, something inside told her it was okay.

Robin would extremely disapprove but… he was not here and he did not make her decisions for her.

She copied his actions, leaning back and gave him a small smirk,

“Okay, X… what do you have in mind to talk about?” She wondered,

Red X grinned beneath the mask, honing in on the fact that she’d used the nickname.

It was going to be a fun night, after all.

#requests #asks #1000 follower prompts #teen titans #starx #starfire #red x #sinship #fanfiction #oneshot #scheduled bc night is asleep #nightglider124 #rusty bc i havent written starx in a WHILE

[tellywoodtrash]

ishqbaaz 04.09.17 lb

shivaay is me. so embarrassed by anika rn. SO EMBARRASSED. 

btw she is being SO annoying with this “jadoo dikhaaiye naaa” nonsense. ghar pe accountant aayega toh usse balance sheet banwaogi kya? matlab, hadh hai. 

lmao shivaay’s resignation at the fact that he has to witness some more of mohit’s nonsense jadoo. 

btw i really like this suit on him. like really really. 

GODDDDDDDD SUCH AMATEUR GARBAGE. 10 PM WAALE SHOW PE KYA BACHCHON WAALA MAGIC DIKHA RAHE HO???? 

greatttttttt, now even shivaay wants to join in. 

no really, the fact that shivaay is so impressed and such a believer in magic is just soooooo fucking out of character for him, i cannot even.... 

mandana’s face just has that one expression huh. 

pft. of course. 

reminds me of the time shakti gave pinky the cactus. 

“anika ne apne dimaag mein tere liye yeh hi socha tha.” snort. of course she did. 

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bro i can’t be the only one shipping these two! look at the way they’re making gooey eyes at each other and talking about pyaaar ho jaana and shit. the flirt is sooooo strong. 

they reallllllllly shoulda got someone to dub for mandana. she speaks like she’s got a mouthful of rocks. and soup. at the same time. 

congratulations to ruvya, they are no longer the most chemistry-less couple in the history of this show. mohit and nancy have them beat. 

MAN MANDANA’S FACE DOES NOTTTTTT CHANGE. LIKE SHE’S HOT AND ALL BUT SHE HAS JUST ONE EXPRESSION. 

yeah i really don’t get why they cast her. she has the deadest of eyes while going “awwwwww thank you”. 

GOD HE DOES THE MAGIC THING AT ALL TIMES???? EVEN IN PRIVATE? LIKE... THAT WOULD GET OLD SO QUICKLY. 

yeah i realllllllllllllly dgaf about “taj” and nancy’s romance. they can get in line behind shivika, rikara, riku, even ruvya... 

WHO THE FUCK STANDS THERE AND JUST WATCHES A MARRIED COUPLE ROMANCING LIKE THAT??? GOD SHIVIKA YOU’RE SUCH CREEPS.

lol yeah, these are the faces of two people who have a lot of romance in their lives rn. 

chaar chamach cheeni, what the fuck, just drink straight up sugar syrup then. at this point chai toh bas bahaana hai. 

dang shivaay stole my words. 

are we supposed to make something of this anika/mohit + shivaay/nancy bonding??? 

okaaaaaaaay mohit, you’re giving off a creepy “swingers” vibe. 

and every time you do those ridiculous magic hands, my bp goes up by 15 points. 

super bitter than shivaay’s looking this affectionately at mohit in this universe, instead of his brothers... or you know... HIS WIFE. 

dslfjldjlfdkjlfskjdslfjldskfjldsk i loveeeee them. 

prinku’s all up to date with the social calendar and exhorting tejvi to go to some random party. 

waaaah, such mel-milaap that they’re completing each other’s sentences! #RiKu4ever. 

lmao prinku ne toh maano maska lagaane mein phd kari hui hai. 

lol @ jhanvi asking gauri wtf is going on. 

ugh too stinking cute these two are. 

lo this old crone is also there in the house. isko kaise bhagaaye ab? 

dadi has no issues with gauri? gauri is being sooooooo free with her and dadi’s also indulgently smiling. 

let’s see if that smile remains when omkara is next to want to marry a trivedi sister. 

or prinku. at this rate, it’s prolly gonna be prinku who gets the girl. 

yup, it’s definitely going to be prinku. lol tough titties om. shoulda made your move when you could have. ab pachtaaye hoth kya, jab chidiya chug gayi khet. 

... he literally maybe left the house like 5 minutes ago. aur dinner 8 baje hai toh what come back ABHI????

omfgggggg what even is her faceeeeeeee. too fucking cute. 

alsooooo yaaaaaas RiKu movie date! jiyo meriiiii chiraiyyassss, jiyo!!!!!! may your hands tangle in the popcorn bucket! 

chee kya bhadda waala christmas type lighting kiya hua hai. bring back that sexy red/blue lighting from the pool sceneeeeee. 

haan haan taad lo beta taad lo. sab apne “sirf dost” ko aise hi toh dekhte hai, aisi hawas bhari nazron se. 

REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENED THE LAST TIME THESE TWO WERE LEFT COMPLETELY ALONE IN THE HOUSE?????? JFC HIDE ALL THE RED PAINT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

gooood lord, iska bas chale toh khanna ko bulaake bitha de yahaan. GOD SHIVAAY WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS???

lol billu calling upon alllllll his reserves of self control. abki baar toh tia bhi nahi aayegi tujhe bachaane. 

god shivaaaaaay you’re such a fucking messsssss. 

of course. noodles. as always. 

mmmmmm! so attractive! 

ok you guys are waaaay beyond the point of getting all electrified by just hand touching come the fuck on. 

oh nothing much to see here, just one dost complementing another “sirf dost” on their appearance tonight. WHILE LOOKING AT HER LIKE HE WANTS TO KISS HER NECK (AND OTHER THINGS.)

“ab tum bhi kuch bolo.” 

lmao you want a compliment of your own, do ya?? 

THIS ADORABLE DUMBASS. WHY CAN’T YOU JUST MAKE UP YOUR DAMN MIND ALREADY YOU FOOL??????? YOU COULD BE SMILING AND LAUGHING AND DOING OTHER FUN THINGS WITH HER ON A REGULAR BASIS. 

yeah try to look less delighted at the fact that “koi disturbance bhi nahi hai” if you wanna convince anyone at all about that dosti bullshit. 

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand the disturbance is here. great. 

mandana’s acting is baaaaaaaaaaaaaad. so super bad. like, the worst i’ve ever seen on this show. 

lol she’s like no i need fresh air, and went and stood like 3 feet away from them. 

BRO STOP LOOKING AT HER LIKE THAT. 

lmaoooooooooooooooooooo whaaaaaaaaaaat????????? also goddddddd the bad acting keeps getting worse and worseeeeee. 

OMFG I CAN’T STOP LAUGHING AT HER DOOBNA WAALA ACTING.  

ESP. SINCE WE KNOW THAT POOL IS BARELY 3 FEET DEEP. 

she’s gonna pull him in too, isn’t she? 

YUP. 

lmaoooooooooooooo he stood up and the pool is barely at waist level. 

are we supposed to get scandalized at this? he’s “saving her life”. this is not a sexual moment that anika should be jealous of. 

who the fuck is dinesh???????/ 

oh servants other than khanna have names here? 

lo jaadugar aa gaya. 

jfc her completely dead eyes when she opened them. 

dang i didn’t think zain and nakuul had thissss much of a height difference between them??

this is who anika SHOULD be jealous of. shivaay looks at him with more desire than he does at her. 

lol anika is laying on the guilt thickkkkkkkkkkkkk. 

haaye bechaara. 

but then a lot of his issues are completely self-created, so yeah i don’t feel tooooooooo bad for him. 

MAN WHAT THE FUCKKKKK IS WITH SHIVAAY AND HIS BLIND BELIEF IN JADOO????????? THIS IS JUST DUMB AF. 

also oh, so anika is suddenly not impressed by “taj” anymore and is skeptic # 1??????? man kuch toh character consistency rakha karo likhte waqt. 

#ishqbaaz #ishqbaaaz #ib episode liveblogs #episode liveblogs

[evangelene]

Just Happened To Be (7)

Summary: Jimin was an asshole, yes. And you were supposed to be nice, meek, and afraid of people like him. But you weren’t; even with a knife at your throat you stayed quiet and unforgiving–and he wasn’t allowed to like it.

Based off this request:

“Anonymous said:So how about bad boy Jimin I mean that’s cool I guess cause I mean who need bad boy jimin right pft not me.”

Usual warnings . This is a drug gang fic so naturally there’s gonna be a lotta shit.

THANK YOU ALL FOR HOPPING ON THE JOURNEY OF THIS FIC. NOW ONTO THE NEXT FOR ME!! <3

Part One /  Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five/ Part Six

Jimin was not okay without you in his life.

Well, not that he was okay with you either--he was not what one would call a decent person, or at least a person that was capable of living on their own. At least you managed to keep him reigned in and free of most self-destructive behaviors. The simple fact that he loved you had a collar on the parts of him that were too wild for his own safety.

But you weren't there now to stop him from drinking himself into oblivion; you weren't there to keep him from running or screaming nonsense to the walls. At least the alcohol broke the boredom of being cooped up and dulled his memories to a blurry sludge. Yet, the alcohol wasn't able to stop him from seeing you as a physical presence in front of him, glitter eyes just begging him to--

He needed more booze.

Luckily, his friend--the one who owned the place he was holed up in--was good for both places to crash indefinitely and foreign liquor. Said friend also came and went and, currently on a job, could be gone anywhere from a couple hours to three months. His absence didn't help Jimin's current lack of self control for inhaling poison just to stop seeing you behind his eyelids.

Jimin leaned on the counter, smoothing his greasy hair off his forehead. He made a mental note to shower soon; he was starting to be able to feel the oil caking his skin. Absentmindedly, with the buzz of poison in his blood system, he reached for the whiskey again, taking a swig directly from the bottle.

It tasted like shit, but it burned his throat and erased the stardust from your ghost's eyes.

When he turned around, you were there again. This time it was a hallucination of you, broken and leaning against a wall for support.

You were hurt because of him.

Just like Sooyoung.

"Y/N." He slurred to the ghost--ghosts? Were there always two of you? "Don't look at me like that." But his voice didn't even sound like it belonged to him--he only knew he was speaking out loud because of the searing heat in his throat. "I did this all for you."

"J-J-J-Jimin."

"Please, don't say my name." He tried to walk towards you, but you were gone and he was tipping dangerously to the side. When he looked next to him, you were there again, grinning with that stupid, fat toad in your hands.

"Go home." He murmured, reaching out into the nothingness as if he actually believed he could touch you; Jimin hated how he wanted to. "Get away from here."

"--I'm falling in love with you!!"

He wanted to throw something, to break something--wanted to watch it smash to pieces. Maybe his anger would make you leave. Maybe if he showed this hallucination of you how far he was willing to go to protect you, you would finally see that what he was doing was for your own good.

"Me too." His voice was so broken, cracking in a way that had him gripping his neck in pain. "I'm in love with you too. So get out!" He screamed to a wall--where you might have been were he not entirely stupid drunk. "Go! Live your life without me in it; it's safer that way!" Jimin whirled around, nearly crashing to the ground with the sudden combination of whiplash and vertigo. "Get the fuck out of here! Don't let me be the thing that kills you! Please, please." He hissed, his hand snatching both the bottle of booze and his phone from the counter. Sober Jimin meant to throw the bottle, Drunk Jimin threw the phone.  Luckily, it dissipated your ghost and you were finally gone.

Unluckily, his phone splintered and he was staring at the pieces without a single fucking clue because, in his mind, he had thrown the whiskey.

"Good." He murmured, zombie toddling to the living room where he planned on watching television. In reality, he passed out drunk with a liquor bottle cradled to his chest.

He'd only realize his absolutely stupid as hell mistake when he woke up in the morning, considering he now had no way of contacting anyone and--since his only form of payment was on his phone's digital wallet--he had no money to get his ass back to his territory.

~.~

It took a month.

A month of Jimin sitting alone in an otherwise empty apartment waiting for his friend to return--he never did, at least while Jimin was there. A month of Jimin staring at the television, scrolling through news channels in the hopes that he wouldn't see names he recognized pop up dead. A month of Jimin pacing, leaving, searching, and returning to the same deafening walls of the apartment, fruitless. He had no idea how to get home.

It took a month for his damn phone to get fixed--mostly considering it had to be shipped elsewhere to be repaired and then shipped back to the apartment he was beginning to hate. Life without a phone would have been fine at any other point in time, but that phone was currently his only connection to his group and his shop--considering no one knew where he was and he was too stupid to remember numbers off the top of his head; he was fucked. That fucking phone was his only lifeline in sating his worry for you. He didn't even know if you were still looking for him, if you were still trying to bring him back. He hoped you weren't--but all the same he wanted to know if you were alright. If his members were still alive. If the shop was still standing. If Taehyung had finally kicked the bucket.

Jimin wanted to rip his hair out at the roots, scream and punch something for his own stupidity--but that wouldn't solve anything. That was the shit that got him into this mess to begin with.

And then finally, finally, a package arrived at the apartment--labeled for Park Jimin. He wasted no time in ripping it open, turning the damn thing on and immediately growling at the hundreds of missed calls, texts, and emails that littered the screen. It was a mess, more of a mess than his fucked up life. He scrolled through the near thousand notifications, trying to ignore the threats, pleads, insults, messages and more that he passed by until he arrived at the last thing he remembered reading.

He decided to start there, but he wound up stopping almost immediately. His hands tightened around the newly fixed phone, threatening to break it again.

She says she's going to go see Taehyung.

Alone.

It was a trick--it had to be a trick. A stupid, motherfucking trick to get his dumb ass back into the shop. It had to be. There was no way you were that idiotic to put yourself into a horrible situation like that again--not for something as moronically simple as wanting to see Jimin again. You were smarter than that. You had to be smarter than that.

He continued to scroll, stopping once more at a number he didn't recognize. When he opened up the conversation with this person, there was an abundance of missed calls, pictures and videos sent to Jimin. For some reason, Jimin couldn't force himself to open them. Not yet. He felt that, if he did, all willpower would vanish in an instant. If he did, he would give up any chance at keeping you safe just to smotheringly stay by your side, murdering anyone who looked at you for longer than five seconds. And you know, if he was going to give up on staying away to be with you, then he probably should start off with a bit of a healthier relationship than jealous, easily-triggered gang boy and innocent girl.

So, instead, he exited out of the unknown conversation and clicked on Namjoon's number.

"Jimin?" He could practically hear his hyung relax in relief. "Jesus Christ, where the hell have you been? Do you ever answer your fucking phone?"

"I uh..." Jimin rubbed the back of his neck, cringing at the floor. If he was in Namjoon's place, he'd probably be equally--if not more so--pissed. "I kind of broke it in a drunken fit. It just got done being fixed."

Namjoon sighed; Jimin could practically hear him massaging out a knot in his shoulder. "God damnit, Yoongi was going insane thinking you were attacked or dead or something. He'll be happy to know that you were just a dumbass, as per usual."

"Oh yeah? I'm fine too you know, just living in a dingy apartment and starving to death because I didn't have money."

"You think any of this is my fault, asshole? You're the one that made those decisions, now live with them." Namjoon hissed, ending on a sigh that resonated from the depths of his chest. "I'm glad to know you're safe though. When I called Nana, she worried enough to send people out looking for you--and not a damn person could find you. I was starting to get worried enough to call the police."

"No you weren't." Jimin snorted, shaking his head. "How--" He paused, running his tongue along his top teeth. "How're things there?"

"We're fine. Better now that we know you're good." Namjoon chuckled darkly, his nails clacking on the computer; he must've been at the shop. "But that's not what you were wondering, was it."

Jimin said nothing, his hand fisting into the fabric of his sweatpants.

"I don't have good news for you, unfortunately. We don't know where she is."

Jimin swallowed, his head tilting back to stare at the dots of the ceiling. "You haven't seen or heard from her at all? It's been a month?" It was pathetic the way his voice cracked.

"After I forced Yoongi to let her go, we haven't heard anything from her. Yoorin came rushing in two days after she left, about ready to knock someone out. She hadn't heard from her either."

"Not even now?"

"Well, she got a call about a week ago. It's the only reason my head is still on my shoulders--apparently Y/N wanted to tell Yoorin that she was fine but not us."

Jimin couldn't respond to that, because there was only one reason he knew you wouldn't tell him or any of his members. You wanted Jimin to come out of hiding, and you didn't want Yoongi or the others to forcefully pull you from the danger you'd placed yourself in.

"I thought you told me she didn't do anything crazy." Namjoon chuckled humorlessly.

"She's still at Taehyung's, isn't she?" Jimin whispered, screwing his eyes shut.

"It's up to you, whether you want to get your ass back here and find her or just get your ass back here period. Either way, Yoongi says your time's up and you need to be here A.S.A.P. But, well--" Namjoon shouted something intelligible to what Jimin presumed was an angry leader. "--you know he chooses different words when this mad."

Jimin hung up before Namjoon could say anymore, his head dropping down to his phone in his lap. His fringe hung wild and disheveled from his furious fingers as he scrolled back to that damn unidentified number. For a minute, his finger hovered over the first attachment, part of him so fucking terrified of what he was about to see.

Then, without thinking, he pressed it.

It was a video.

"She's so cute when she's sleeping. Isn't she?"

Jimin hated that voice. The second it echoed out of his phone speaker he let out an inhuman growl, glaring at the screen.

Taehyung.

You were passed out, your face resting on an ice pack. It was too zoomed in for Jimin to tell if your wrists were bound, but based on the dried blood on your forehead, he assumed that you were.

Taehyung's thumb brushed across your brow, wiping away some of the blood. "Whoops." He whispered. "How else was I supposed to react when such a precious thing walks into my place all on her lonesome?"

Jimin wanted to close his eyes to the image, but he couldn't. He felt like his eyes were taped open--forced to watch the trainwreck to the very end.

Taehyung lifted your head up off the desk, tilting your chin to give the camera a better look at the purpling skin that had been resting on the cold surface. "Jungkook's taken a shine to her as well--he was the one kind enough to help bring down the swelling." Taehyung chuckled. "I would have just it fester." The camera froze for a minute before it switched around to face the man in question himself.

Taehyung grinned at his phone. "You know, I'm thinking of keeping her. Can I, Jiminnie?" Taehyung laughed, the psychotic ring of it causing Jimin's body to tremble. "Ah, but you're the one that left I hear. So I suppose I don't have to ask for your permission."

The video ended, the replay button flashing on the screen.

Jimin scrolled up to the next message.

That one was just a picture of your back, bruises shaped like hands littering your neck.

The next was a video of you shouting something unintelligible in a dark screen.

After was a series of taunts in text message format from Taehyung--something along the lines of

I will take her from you.

You really don't want her?

Alright then.

Suit yourself.

Then there was a picture of you clutching your nose, blood spilling from your palm.

A picture of you trying to shove a camera out of your face.

A video of you trying to bite Taehyung's hand when it came near you.

And so on.

Jimin scrolled through them all--up to the last picture sent to him: one of you trying to duck away from the lens as Taehyung buried his face at the top of your head and grinned at the camera.

Jimin opened up the contact button and pressed the call button.

It rang twice before that damn voice that he hated more than anything or anyone else reverberated through his phone.

"You're calling now? After how long? Honestly, I had higher hopes than this, Jiminnie."

Jimin ignored him, flashes of those images and videos forever burned into his memory. "What do you want with her, Taehyung? I know you have her."

Taehyung let out laughter that had Jimin's skin crawling. "Aren't you late to the party?"

"Where. Is. She?"

"Under my thumb." Taehyung chuckled, the phone crackling as he shifted. "Don't worry loverboy. She's still alive and kicking and pinching. That damn girl could tear off all my skin with those two fingers, you know that? But at least she's cute. Honestly, I think I'm in love."

His laughter only increased in pitch as Jimin snarled into the phone. "You're not capable of such human emotion. If you hurt her, I swear to god I will--"

"You believe in god now?"

"I want to talk to her. Now, Taehyung."

"Shut up." The coldness to his voice was startling compared to the previous teasing; it shouldn't have surprised Jimin, but it did. "You're the one that left her, not me. She came to me and so now she's mine. Simple as that, unlike you I'm not weak enough to let my things go that easily."

"She's not a thing."

"Everything in my house is a thing--person or not." Taehyung chuckled. "But I think she's become promoted to treasure now."

"Shut the fuck up!" Jimin shouted, the veins in his neck popping. "There's no way in hell you like her!"

"Oh? You want to bet?"

"You're going to get her killed."

Taehyung let out a bark of a laugh that sounded more hyena than human. "You're the one that let her walk into my hands; so none of this is really my fault now, is it?"

"Put her on the fucking phone, Taehyung."

"She's asleep." His voice got further away, undoubtedly checking over his shoulder to make sure you were where you were supposed to be. "I think she's cute like this; I'm not going to wake her."

"I. Want. To--"

"Nope." Taehyung practically sang on a laugh. "Stupid, you don't get to make decisions. You're there and I'm here--think loverboy, think. If I really wanted to torture you I would have killed her. So be thankful that she captured my interest enough to keep her alive. You're welcome."

"You can't keep her there forever. She's in love with me, when she finds out I'm back she'll--"

"You honestly think that I can't break that out of her?" Taehyung snorted. "Man you really are as dumb as they come."

Jimin's hand tightened on the phone, focusing on slowing his breathing down just so he didn't break the damn thing. "Please."

"Please what? Use your words, Jiminnie."

Jimin felt a muscle in his eye twitch. "Please don't hurt her."

"Mm, then you better get here fast, yeah?"

"Fuck you." Jimin spat.

Taehyung let out a horrible laugh that had Jimin slamming his fist into the ground. "If only I swung that way."

"You're disgusting."

"Mm. Nothing I haven't been told before. While you're on your way, how about you come up with a better insult?"

Jimin hung up before Taehyung could come up with more salt to rub into his wounds, shoving his phone in the depths of his backpack before rushing around the apartment to grab the few other things that he had with him. Without a glance back, he ran out of the apartment.

~.~

Jimin stopped the cab the second they got stuck in a patch of traffic, pulling out his phone to quickly pay the driver before tumbling out the door and bolting down the street. He was lucky that the traffic was smack dab in the middle of Taehyung's territory--luckier still that he actually knew the streets enough around there to get his ass to Taehyung's bar.

Jimin liked to think himself fast, but, for some reason he felt so incredibly slow. No matter what he did, his feet just couldn't move him fast enough. No matter how hard his breath knifed through his lungs, no matter how much his muscles screamed, it seemed like, to him, the streets only grew longer and the bar only got farther and farther away.

"Jimin." Sooyoung held her side, breathing heavily even though it seemed difficult for her to get air into her lungs. Her free hand held her from falling face first into the ground despite already sitting on it. With her eye not swollen shut, she stared at him with the eyes that have long since lost any sort of light that may have been in them. "You came for me." It was practically a gasp, blood leaking through her fingertips.

"Always." He whispered, bending down to try and help even though he didn't know where to begin.

She chuckled humorlessly, her voice cracking. "I wish I had been strong enough to choose you."

"Me too." He tried to reach for her, to hook her arm over his shoulders, but she shoved him away with her one good hand, crashing down into the concrete. It was pathetic how helpless she was now; pathetic how the girl who cast him under a spell with one look was now dying on the street and begging her lover to save her in the only way she knew how.

"Kill me." She whispered, her body shaking. "Just kill me, Jimin."

"Please--"

"Just do it." She hissed, fingers digging deeper into her side.

"Don't ask me to do that--Sooyoung, please--"

The toe of his shoe skipped on the concrete and he had to stop himself from tumbling to the ground, barely regaining his balance before picking up his hopelessly slow speed once more.

"J-J-J-Jimin!! T-T-T-Thank you."

"For what?" He curled his lip at you over his shoulder, staring at you like you were absolutely crazy.

"B-B-B-B-Being you."

"You're fucking stupid."

You only smiled. "Y-Y-Y-Y-You too."

His side hurt, his whole body hurt. He was so slow--he thought that you were the one that was supposed to be slow. You were the one that was supposed to be good, that was supposed to stay inside and give up your search for him. You weren't supposed to go to the person who tried to kill you; you weren't supposed to risk everything on a chance that maybe he would come back to save you.

But he would.

Always.

And maybe you truly were smart, because you'd figured that out before he could himself.

"You're hopeless Jimin." She whispered against his skin. "What are you going to do when I never return?"

There was a pain in his chest that he tried to blame on running but couldn't. Instead, he just ran harder, his backpack slamming a rhythm against his spine that threatened to bruise in the morning.

He couldn't find it in him to care; the bar was now in his line of sight.

Taehyung strolled back into view with a syringe needle full of some impossibly green drug, placing it in Jungkook's palm before stepping towards you. It was almost loving the way Taehyung's hand curved around your cheek, the way he tilted you head up to tower over you and stare down at your unconscious face. It was almost loving the way his thumb brushed across your skin.

Almost.

"Give her another dose."

"J-J-Jimin!"

Your voice stopped him in his tracks, causing him to skid to a crashing halt. His hands skipped across the ground as he fell to his knees, breathing heavily to the concrete as his head flew up to spot you coming up from behind him, running with a plastic sac from the nearby convenience market slung around your elbow. He felt that you were a mirage, some alcohol induced hallucination. But he hadn't been drinking and your ghost never spoke to him so clearly before.

"J-J-J-Jimin!" You screamed again in worry as you got closer. But you didn't stop; you didn't freeze in front of him like he did in front of you. You barreled into him, slamming into the ground plastic bag of snacks and medicine and all. It was with your arms around his neck, your face buried in his shoulder that his stone self cracked and his arms instinctively slid around you.

You were warm. You were real. You were alive.

And you were wearing shorts?

"Are you fucking nuts? What the hell were you thinking going to Taehyung's by yourself?" He hissed, his heart crashing against his sternum despite the fact that he couldn't begin to figure out how to loosen his grip on you. "And what the hell are you wearing?"

You pulled back, finding yourself sitting on his lap--you didn't seem to care and neither did he. "A-A-About that--I...well...f-f-first the s-s-shorts. I k-ki-kinda fi-fi-figured that i-if y-y-you could lo-lo-love me th-th-then I c-c-could learn t-to lo-lo-love myself a b-bi-bit m-more too." You paused, wincing down at your own arms that refused to let go of him. "I m-mean, if y-y-you still d-do."

He curled his hand around the back of your neck, fingers gingerly pressing into your skull to pull you towards him. Despite the fact that he wanted to kiss you senseless, he forced himself to press his lips to your forehead instead.  He couldn't get carried away; you were still in danger--Taehyung--

"Of course I do." He whispered against your skin.

"A-About T-T-Taehy--" You were cut off by a sudden pair of arms around your waist, ripping you up and away from Jimin's grasp and into another chest that was not--to his own fury--Jimin's. Jimin stared at those arms, at the way those glitter eyes of yours looked up and behind you in surprise, at the way Taehyung looked down at you with eyes that--

Oh hell no.

"Not so fast." Taehyung grinned, resting his chin at the top of your head. "After all, she was out with me to begin with."

You rolled your eyes, your foot repeatedly stamping down on Taehyung's toes to seemingly no avail. "I-I--J-Jimin th-th-this--"

"Ah, Y/N, babe, you should be careful of what you say. You know you want to let him down gently--"

"S-S-Shut up!" You glared over your shoulder in a way that had jealousy snaking knots in Jimin's gut. He wanted nothing more than to rip you away from Taehyung, maybe break each and every finger on his hands until they were a crumpled mess. But what stabbed Jimin the most was the way that you bickered with his asshat of an ex-bestfriend--it was too similar to the way you spoke to him. It was the sort of friendly annoyance that Jimin had believed was reserved for him and him alone.

But, the thing that kept Jimin in his place was the fact that the glitter left your eyes the moment they met Taehyung's face.

Your fingers dug into Taehyung's arm--an arm that looked like it'd received plenty of your attention for the past month--but he appeared immune to that as well. "L-L-Let go of m-m-me! Y-Y-You're gi-giving him the w-wr-wr-wrong idea!"

Much to your annoyance, Taehyung's arms only tightened around you. "Come on babe; let me mess with him just a bit."

"I-I-I am not y-y-your 'b-babe'." You snarled, making the mistake of turning and looking to Jimin for help. And oh was Jimin all too willing to help.

The male was up off the ground in an instant, yanking you free from Taehyung's grasp only to throw a punch across Taehyung's face that had the bar owner toppling back to the ground in front of Jimin. Your hands were on Jimin's bicep, trying to pull him away from Taehyung before he could land in a kick or two--or kill him.

And Jimin really wanted to kill him.

"S-S-Stop it J-Jimin!" You shouted, keeping a tight hold on his arm. "L-L-Let me e-explain!"

"Please." Jimin groaned to the sky, rolling his head to stare at you through his fringe with murderous puppy dog eyes. "Please let me kill him. He almost killed you twice and he kept you captive for a month and sent me horrible pictures and videos of you hurt and unconscious and--"

You shook your head, confusion furrowing your brow and crinkling your nose. "W-W-Wait, w-w-what?"

Taehyung only laughed a hyena laugh from the ground.

"T-T-Taehyung! W-W-What did yo-yo-you do?!"

"I just tortured him a bit. I mean he deserved it, don't you think."

You glared at Taehyung, speechless as you rubbed your forehead with your free hand. "I--ah. J-J-Jimin." You sighed, waving your hand at Taehyung. "Y-Y-You explain. I-I, gah, I-I'm tired."

"Aww, but I want to hear your--" Taehyung stopped at your pointed stare, sighing up at Jimin. "Yah, she's going to have this whole country whipped by the time she's 40."

"I believe she told you to explain." Jimin snapped, his lip curling instinctively.

Taehyung rolled his eyes. "Blah blah blah. Can you calm your hormones for a minute? Those pictures were accidents. I got a little violent during her forced rehab. Can you blame me though? One second this girl just comes walking in and I think she's just going to let me play games with you only to find out she's figured out my secrets."

"T-Taehyung." You warned.

"Ah. Right. Rehab. You see, my brother had done a lot of shit in his life--a lot of horrible crap to people and to me. But I loved him right? I mean, he was my brother. I wanted to be like him, so I took the same drugs he did--some hardcore shit that I forced Seokjin to make for me after my brother's death because I was so fucking addicted. Apparently, that shit made out to be psychotic. Or so I hear." Taehyung's eyes were clear for once when they met Jimin's. There wasn't that glaze of amused insanity, that unpredictable temperament that made the entire city afraid of him.

For a minute, Jimin could almost believe that this was his best friend again--just a little more fucked up in the head than he was as a kid. Jimin was surprised by how much he'd wanted to see Taehyung's eyes clear again.

But the second your hand squeezed his arm, Jimin was brought back down to the reality that he had become accustomed to. This was a person who had done monstrous things--things that Jimin couldn't forget. Not now, not after what he did to you.

"Did you really think I'd believe that bull?"

"J-J-Jimin." You forced him to look down to you, your glitter eyes shining and ah--yes, he was right; those were reserved for him. "It's t-t-true. I s-s-saw him ta-ta-taking them and I...I t-thought m-m-maybe I could he-he-help him--"

"You're too stupid sometimes Y/N." Jimin whispered. "I--you could have gotten yourself killed."

"But she didn't." Taehyung murmured, pushing himself up to his feet as he rubbed his reddening and aching jaw. "And I owe her my life because of her blind stupidity."

"There's no way you're just 'all good' now." Jimin snapped over his shoulder, not bothering to even look at Taehyung. "You can't fix what hasn't been there for years and years now." His hand found your cheek; fingers working up to gingerly touch a fresh scar above your brow. "I left to keep you safe, and this--he did this didn't he?"

"T-T-The drugs." You whispered. "I-I-It was h-h-his ad-ad-ad-addiction. Not him."

"Y/N, I left for you--it was all for--"

You smacked his chest, straightening out your spine. "No. Y-Y-You don't g-g-get to pr-pr-pretend like w-w-what you d-did was for m-me. Y-Y-You left be-be-because you w-w-were afr-afraid. Not m-me."

"I can't lose you." He whispered. "Don't you see that? I--I won't make it if I lose you."

"And you won't--lose her I mean." Taehyung brushed the dirt off his pants. "She's got your group's protection, Nana's freakin angelic wings, and she's got my territory watching out for her as well."

"Yours?" Jimin raised an eyebrow, both of your gazes turning towards the other man.

He shrugged. "I told you, I owe her. Besides--" Taehyung's grin had Jimin's fist itching to ram into his face again. "She's going to come and work at my place once a week."

"Hell no." Jimin snarled.

"Y-Y-Y-You don't g-g-get a s-s-say." Jimin's gaze snapped to you once more; the look you gave him dared him to even try and refuse again. "I am m-m-my own per-per-person. Plus," you raised one eyebrow at him, unable to hide the smirk on your face. "I-I'm st-st-still single."

Jimin rolled his tongue along his teeth, the corners of his lips twitching. "Is that so? Then I shouldn't have busted my ass to save yours, right?"

"Y-Y-You should've st-st-stayed." You shrugged, stepping just out of his reach as if you knew he was planning to pull you close again.

"Ah. Well, that means I should go visit Nana in the red light district, huh?"

You waved him away. "I-I d-d-don't control you."

"You don't?"

"Yah!" Taehyung shouted. "Just kiss already!"

And who was Jimin to say no to such a tempting offer, especially when you grinned and allowed him to circle his arms around you. Freely, without worry that what he was about to do would wind up being your downfall, Jimin showed you just how much he missed and worried about you while was gone.  

~.~

Jimin reached over Namjoon to grab the stencil off the service desk, disposable gloves in one hand as the bell to the shop rang with an incoming guest. He took one look up before nudging Namjoon with his elbow. "Hey." He grinned. "Your client is here."

Namjoon only rolled his eyes as Jimin walked back towards his tattooing chair, ignoring the shouts and guffaws of annoyance.

"You know I'm not here to get another piercing asshole!" Yoorin shouted from the entrance, letting herself in towards the back parlor of the shop to chase after Jimin who was running about as fast as one could with a fragile sketch in a tattoo shop.

"Aw, come on--can't I tease you a bit Rinrin?" Jimin chuckled as he flopped himself down in his chair and grabbed an alcohol wipe from his desk. He swiveled around to clean the skin of your exposed back, feeling the vibrations of your giggle run up through his fingers

"Don't fucking call me that." She hissed, making her way over towards you two, her glare fixating on the fact that you were not wearing a shirt--despite the fact that you were face down in a chair. "Ah, my protective instincts are kicking in. Call someone here for me to beat up in your stead, Jimin."

"How about Taehyung?" He grinned up at her, dodging her incoming smack as he reached for his stencil. He leaned down towards your ear as he aligned the drawing to your skin. "Don't you think the two of them would make a good pair?" He chuckled, breath fanning across your cheek.

You lifted your head to face him, glitter eyes absolutely sparkling as you grinned at him. "Th-they w-w-would b-b-be so cute." You murmured back.

"I heard that!" Yoorin shouted. "You're lucky you're about to tattoo my best friend. Any other time and I'd leave a permanent mark on that face of yours."

"Hey she agreed to it too!"

"Well, I like her more than I like you." Yoorin shot back.

Jimin rolled his eyes, until the weight of what he was about to do was started to sink in and he felt the tattoo butterflies turn into a swarm of bees in his stomach. It wasn't until he pulled the stencil paper away from your skin and grabbed his needle that he felt the sudden urge to cancel the appointment all together; usually, he only got that feeling when he was the one being tattooed. For some reason, doing you, he felt like he was going to taint something too perfect and pristine--even though the path from your bicep, up across your back and to your other bicep was littered with scars. He didn't want to fuck it up, and with your skin bare before him, he felt like he was going to shake.

You seemed to have a knack for sensing his nerves, because you hooked your finger and had him leaning down towards you in an instant. "J-J-Jimin," You whispered, "I t-t-trust you."

It was only with that confirmation that he found himself able to start the needle. He paused for a minute, bending to press a kiss to your scarred spine as a good luck charm before sitting properly and pressing the tool to your skin, starting the first line.

"Hey!" Yoorin screamed, glaring at him. "That's unprofessional!"

But you lightly smacked her with the arm he was not tattooing, causing her to pout painting on the wall with a hidden smile. Jimin couldn't have cared less about Yoorin's outrage; he was more focused on the way your ears reddened. He was proud to be the cause. He was proud to be the person that made you believe in love again; and now you were going to have fire wings to show the strength in the weakness of falling for a boy who just happened to be in a gang--well, for now.

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[spac3ang31]

I’ve noticed.

I’ve been thinking... I remember seeing this old Jak and Daxter gif where Jak is leaving someone to die because he’s used to it. At first, I was like ���What? Pft! Not a lot of characters have died in the games unless they were the enemy.” But then I started playing the games again and omg. The entire village (possibly other villages thanks to the portal from the first game) where they grew up is destroyed by metal heads, Vin is left defenseless and dies, his own father, countless of innocent civilians (jak2), Krew, Kor, Gol and Maria, Mizo, and Baron Praxis. So many deaths...

While I know the creators didn’t think the game was going to be that big of a deal, fans have wondered about Jak’s “Uncle” and yes he claims to be his uncle due to the letter we received when we purchased the game. I think he only took Jak in as a relative since Samos had his hands full (probably). Which is nice but it doesn’t excuse the fact that there was only one bed in the house. Though you could argue it’s Jaks bed and the uncle is always out traveling or that it’s the uncle’s and Jak is always running around the island, that he doesn’t use a bed. And while the village is filled with colorful characters, we didn’t see Daxters parents or even his house unless he sleeps in one of the mills by the beach or he’s homeless. Which would explain why characters would comment on both his looks and smell. (cruel and rude.) But the biggest mystery would have to be Samos wife. In the second game, we only saw Samos, Jak and his crocadog go through the portal. The pet probably died from old age btw :’( but anyways where did the green sage get a daughter? Unless he adopted her since she’s suppose to be only a year younger than Jak... I would love for the creators to enlighten us fans as to where she came from and if she was adopted, what happened to her real parents?

The first game, Samos hinted that Gol and Maria MIGHT’VE been defeated but c’mon now... don’t mention the probability of their return if they aren’t going to return. If they are, they’re going to awake from their slumber from the inky blackness and they are only going to be one of many problems our heroes will have to face. Now, unless Jak’s mom is dealing with Disney syndrome, where is she? She wasn’t even mention in the games. Now there is a theory going around saying that Jak is Mar and that went he stepped into the ship, he went through all the trails and built the city and stuff and once he was done, they just teleported him to the proper timeline and I’m just like mmmm.... NO. Because if he did all of that, he would’ve aged. But then again, during the games, he goes through a lot and it’s only a couple of years. So I won’t dismiss the idea completely. But idk it just sounds wrong to me tbh. Either way, Naughty Dog needs to go back and work on the Jak series again. I don’t care if I have to buy a whole another console, I’ll play it. I already have all of the games except for the one that shall not be name because it didn’t happen.

#jak and daxter #jak 2 #jak 3 #jak x #jak 4 #jak and daxter appreciation post #jak and daxter power cell #jak and daxter precursor orbs #jak and daxter eco #jak and kierra

[nanyoky]

HAD ONE ON AN EMPTY STOMACH AND NOW TIME FOR THE BIG SHOW

OH god it’s a CHRISTMAS EPISODE. our core four pairs have broken up, fp is about to die and it’s a CHRISTMAS EPISODE

mary booked a singles cruise so i guess they couldn’t get molly ringwald for more eps this season

yay my girl polly’s back for a presumably horrifying dream sequence

That Kubrick-esque centered shot of Hood!santa climbing over the couch back????? *kisses fingers like cartoon italian chef*

Cheryl still EXPECTS her mother to put out jason’s stocking and demands to know what such a tiny candycane is doing in their home because she is still GRIEVING but still SO MUCH . this is what the death of a twin looks like take fuckin note marvel

Also nana rose didn’t die in the fire? so that’s nice.

“86,000″ “what- dollars?” like the hospital in smalltown usa might charge people in pesos or forint- godbless you archie

“Kevin’s secret santa has a 20$ limit” “Kevin needs to chill” no, v, YOU need to chill. or rather don’t. because we love you so much.

“Havent you heard? we’re still friends!” “oh yeah. isnl’t everyone?” i love these girls almost as much as the lund and byerly’s checkout lady who never judges my wednesday night sale sushi runs

fp looks so thin without his jacket and warm vestiges i’m worried about him is he taking his vitamins eating his spinach if he has been surviving on hot pockets and beer since he got out i will be so cross with him

“BOY.” i’m DISTRAUGHT. fp and jughead are living together again and we’re finally getting to see what that looks like and it’s exactly as heartbreaking as we knew it would be

also fp wears his wallet with a stylish chain that goes from his pocket to his beltloop because it’s apparently 2008 in that trailer

“Couples massage.... thanks” “You can go with betty!” audience: YES PLEASE.

also who the fuck would do a couples massage with their highschool boyfriend- veronica lodge that’s who, but who ELSE.

archie didn’t spend any money on his gift and it is obviously the ebst one int he exchange and we love him

MOOSE AND MIDGE ARE HERE TO MAKE THINGS WEIRD FOR KEVIN (HOPEFULLY)

REGGIE *SPRINTS* TO HUG MOOSE AND THE SHIP I DIDN’T KNOW I NEEDED EMERGES

oh dear. mr. svenson. of course i love that betty and co. know the janitor at their school’s name. is that normal? i went to an enormous highschool- i barely knew my teacher’s names half the time. but i imagine it’s very sweet and very betty of her.

oh god jughead came to riverdale high for the gift exchange because he’s a good dude. a good dude.

his little SMILE when he feels how heavy it is is the most boyish he’s looked since the scene where we find out fp is his dad in the drive in episode and I’M NOT OKAY

veronica giving archie an expensive engraved watch is CLASS COMMENTARY and it is very good of archie to try to explain that to her calmly and without accusation or bitterness i don’t know if i would handle it that well cuz fun fact i once accused a guy of making me into Pygmalion because he tried to take me to a restaurant with multiple spoons

jughead wants to help but now sweetpea has replaced joaquin as the unreasonably beautiful surrogate son fp feels more comfortable putting in danger than his own kid help

what is the point of showing cheryl is interested in buying a tree? other than maybe she’s going to spend more than her mom can afford now??? or that she’s back at archie now that josie is weirded out by her possessive obsessive tendencies? not sure what the point of that was

nice reverse zoom/dolly into a dutch angle on this modest janitor house

the parole officer calls him “jughead” that is all

hermione and hiram being deliberately flirty in front of veronica after she and hermione had that talk about loving one’s partner

“Since when are you a communist *deliberate eyeroll at hiram*” i still can’t tell whether season 1!hermione or season 2!hermione is the act and i’m still RIVETED

okay it was to show she’s just spending a bunch of money to piss off penelope who coincidentally, is wearing a WINNER of an outfit rn damn son i have that but like- not as good cuz my black lace sheath is from target

not to take credit away from cheryl’s high quality cherry sweater

“you should have drowned them at birth like a basket of kittens” NANA ROSE. NANA FUCKIN ROSE. COMIN IN HOT FOR THE HOLIDAYS.

i honestly don’t know if it’s ever stated if nana rose is penelope’s mom or clifford’s but judging purely on penelope’s eyeroll and non-verbal expression of “UGG. MOTHERRRRR” i’mma say her’s.

betty pulls her sweater over her hands when approaching her mother because how often did alice tug roughly at young!betty’s clothes to make sure she was PICTURE PERFECT at all times

we all knew that it was going to be a finger right we all knew

and of course she only tells archie because this is betty cooper we’re talking about

“would the sisters talk to us?” “pft- they better” betty’s gunna beat up a nun

also my first assumption is that the janitor’s sin is pointing out the wrong guy to the lynch mob??? could be wrong but it seems kinda odd that archie isn’t bringing up that part of the story

the lodges have the same “christmas classics” cd as my mom because of course they do

the fact that veronica finds the deed to pop’s and doesn’t react in shock or anger but sits back in her dad’s leather office chair and crosses her legs to think things over is CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT

jughead knows fp too well to apologize for thinking badly of him and the duffles and IT HURTS SO GOOD

“maybe this isn’t gunna work- us living together” FP ISN’T A DAD HE’S A BIG BROTHER AND I KEEP SAYING IT BUT IT KEEPS HURTING EVERY TIME IT’S PROVEN TRUE

oh god jughead is calling on the next gen serpents for help this isn’t going to end well, son

“take out penny” take out? TAKE OUT???? TAKE OUT?!?!?! JUGGIE. take a nap.

sweet pea and fangs are either the bestest of bros or engaged to be wedded i can’t decipher their eye communication exactly

the serpents are FACTIONING and this CANNOT end well

“it was a group of men... and one woman” FOUNDING FAMILIES FOUNDING FAMILIES FOUNDING FAMILIES

next gen serpents are going to fuck everything up and i can’t take jughead trying to do an intimidating under the brows stare seriously

we all think that nun is the drug dealer lady in the wheelchair right?

“white with a cherry red stripe” THAT’S MY GIRL. THAT’S MY NANA ROSE. BACK WITH PLOT AND BACKSTORY. BATTING FOR THE TEAM. NANA ROSE BLOSSOM.

“the truth” THE LODGE TRUTH. HOOO BOY. *pours another drink*

OH MY GOD IS HE CUTTING IT OFF JUGHEAD. JUGHEAD. BETTY HAS BEEN A BAD INFLUENCE ON YOU.

i just pictured fp’s face if he saw this and did the most ridiculous puppy whine

“oh noooo. no girls allowed” NANA ROSE BLOSSOM. MY MAIN GIRL.

founding families. what did i say.

hefty sigh at barchie kiss. like- i’d be more into this if they actually built it and didn’t keep breaking up and putting everyone back together back and forth

oh cheryl saw- THAT i’m interested in

they’re not going to tell us the lodge truth because they’re bastards

penny didn’t show up for your pickup, did she?” “no.... no she didn’t.” JUGHEAD IS THE PARENT AND FP IS THE KID AND IT IS HORRIBLE AND PERVERSE AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH

“this life you tried to protect me from? i’m proud of it!” *WHALE NOISES* FP’S FACE. FP’S *FACE*. THIS IS THE LOOSE HENRIAD CRIME FAMILY AU I’VE BEEN HURTING FOR.

oh god there’s one black guy in the picture please don’t tell me our sweet angel pop was involved in this how old is pop he’s not old enough right tell me he had no part in this

*DISTRESS SCREEEEE*

UNMASK HIM BETTY UNMASK HIM ARCHIE IS FINE HE’S A BIG STRONG BOY WHO CAN TAKE A LITTLE DIRT IN HIS FACE

oh god oh god oh god did sheriff keller shoot bh so he can’t talk oh god oh god oh god

this is too easy and we all know it i’m still pulling my multiple killers theory and i haven’t given up on shady!keller yet

weird sound editing trying to give studio quality to josie and kevin just jammin acapella outside a diner

WHO THE FUCK IS PENELOPE SNOGGIN ON XMAS MORN?!?!?!

YASSS JUGHEAD GETS HER A SIGNED FIRST EDITION OF BELOVED WHICH I HAVE BASICALLY BEEN WAITING FOR SINCE BETTY SAID SHE LOVES TONI MORRISON IN EPISODE ONE. well- not exactly this. but that IS one of my alltime favorite books and a huge influence on my own gothic writing so to see it referenced on this show is just GRAND

we all know it’s not over juggie, we all know.

Episode Scorecard:

Number of sick beat drop rhythmic editing moments: none

Episode hair MVP: Nana rose’s stripe was featured as a plot point and is always of the highest quality

Do I still miss Joaquin: yes

Episode outfit MVP: Penelope’s black lace sheath

Cast/Crew shoutout: There were some really solid cinematography moments, but I would have liked to see better editing? pacing was a bit rough.

#Riverdale spoilers #riverdale season 2 #nell liveblogs #nell drinks #unsubtle highschool suburban gothic of my dreams #i can't believe fp is still alive? #a whole episode after quoting the most famous eulogy poem in the english language??? #i'm in shock honestly