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marchy-emmet · 10 months ago

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Pokémon White - The Battle Subway's Void

MARCHY... WRITING?!?!! Pppffff, aside from that... I wanted to write a little one-shot thingie in creepypasta format to explain in a lil' more detail what glitchy Submas are about. No gore or anything, only madness!! Without further ado, let us dive into this shitstorm...

And as a note: The player's opinion of Submas does not reflect my own, lol.

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So… here’s the deal. I’m going to jump right into it – no sugarcoating whatsoever.

I’ve been an avid Pokemon fan for my entire life – way down from childhood and up till now, even as a broke unemployed college student. Generation 5 had always been my favorite, and though the attractions in Nimbasa City aren’t particularly pleasing to me, there was one place that had caught my attention – Nimbasa Gear Station.

Now, I am no rookie player… I’ve been through this subway time after time again – my favorite being the singles lines due to how quickly you can farm BP. And the doubles line was slower but gave you the same amount of BP, so what was the point? My copy of White was maxed out in money and time. No need to add more grueling tasks.

… Well, enough yapping for now – I don’t have much time, anyway. Let’s, once again, jump right into it.

Just a few nights ago, I had made my rounds with the battle subway again – but this time, I decided on choosing the multi lines. I’ve got barely any friends who play, so I ended up playing this with the NPC Hilda in the comfort of my own dorm room… If only I could play with sentient beings, I thought sarcastically to myself – no one being around and all…

It was unsurprisingly a typical, boring and usual sweep of the battle subway. A timid Hydreigon with max EVs in special attack and speed with dark pulse, flamethrower, surf and dragon pulse had done the trick. Way too easy!! We had a bit of trouble with a few NPCs here and there, but it was nothing terribly difficult.

Then came, of course, Ingo and Emmet with their usual cone stance. I never understood the hype around these two random NPCs… Sure, strange design and all – but what’s the deal?

With me already having dull feelings about the subway masters and their undeserved hype, the experience I was about to have this very night would ruin their image forever.

Aaaand the game crashes. What the fuck??!?! All of that hard work of grinding in the battle subway while mashing A had gone to waste. I am gonna fucking lose it… I thought. The only logical thing to do was to man up and suck it up and redo the entire thing over. So I rebooted the game, muttering profanities under my breath and waiting impatiently for the title screen to appear.

And it didn’t. At this moment, I thought, okay, obviously the game is fake. What is this shit? Perhaps I was a bit too irritable for no one’s good, because as soon as I had restarted it again, the title screen actually showed up with a bit of lag. But still… Something was off. Lag is a telltale sign of a fake game, right?

This thing’s cartridge was used, after all. I had no idea what the previous player had done to the game… In the back of my mind, I had hoped all my save data hadn’t been deleted. Fuck.

I eagerly waited for the game to boot fully and take me back to Gear Station as I hit the save file, but the performance of the virtual world only got lower and lower, steadily dragging itself back to where my character was standing. As per usual when you “quit” a subway battle, the employee was facing me in preparation to scold me.

… But he didn’t. He just stood there. And at this point I thought the game had frozen.

My heart kept beating fast as I frantically thought up plans of what to do with my save file. Transferring all of my work to another file was an option – but I didn’t have another DS or any friends who did. Again, fuck. At this point there’s no use in searching for resources online to find out if it was fake – it definitely was.

I took a deep breath and looked away from the screen for a moment as I hoped and prayed that the game would cooperate with me. The Gear Station theme was still playing, after all…

A few minutes later, and I simply gave up, rebooting the game yet again. And again, I experienced the laggy bootup screen and the strange pause at the employee. I dropped my DS, putting my hands in my face and releasing the most frustrated sigh to grace the earth.

This is when I suddenly heard an 8 bit screeching sound that had scared me shitless. I jumped up, removing my hands from my face and widening my eyes at the screen. Nothing was out of the ordinary, but the grating sound… ugh.

I reached for the DS’s power button and tried to turn it off – but to no avail. Okay, then let’s try holding it down for 10 seconds… Nope. Pressing all the buttons? Futile. Button combinations? Nada. And so I turn to Google – my attention now directed at my laptop screen – a terrible mistake, really.

After a few unhelpful searches, I turn back to my DS screen and jolt.

It was back where I was with Ingo and Emmet, but the background had gone completely black. How…? How was this even possible? At this point, I even considered that I had picked up a rom hack!

So, with all of the textures lost, I had of course entertained the idea that I was in generation 5’s “void” – similar to gen 4’s “void glitch” where you could catch Shaymin and Darkrai via the exploit. But I knew the walls of the battle subway were probably still around, and the only way of getting out would’ve been through the subway doors.

After a few moments of cautious reconsideration, I moved my fingers to the DS button’s arrows and pressed to go left. To my surprise, my character was actually able to roam around the void around Hilda, Ingo and Emmet!

Curiously, I approached Ingo and mashed the A button, attempting to speak to him. For a moment, this seemed to have frozen my game, until a text box popped up…

“What can I see after winning, winning, and winning? … Nothing – not without this fellow standing beside me.”

Huh. I had vaguely remembered the first half of this line from Ingo, but not the second half. At this point I was definitely convinced I had received some sort of fucked up rom hack in the real White’s disguise.

I spoke to Emmet, and his text box lagged similarly before he stated, “I am Emmet. I am a subway boss. And I am verrry angry. Too angry.”

When I spoke to Hilda, her text box was blank. No ellipsis or anything.

I… didn’t particularly enjoy the expressions the subway masters’ pixelated little faces were making. Dead, cold and glaring. But I had figured that’s how they always looked. Something was definitely going astray with their colors, because the more I stared, the bluer Emmet got, and the redder Ingo got. Their sprites were progressively getting freakier and freakier. What kind of fucked individual sat down and made this hack?

This is the part where a battle suddenly started without my knowledge or consent, despite my character standing far from their usual battle position. Uh… Okay then.

Subway masters Ingo and Emmet got into their usual battle position, backs turned before pointing… straight at me, as the player. This wasn’t quite right, I thought to myself, as I had remembered them pointing in opposite directions prior to this weird interaction. I did get a closer look at them, and their appearance was ever-changing.

They left the screen, and as per usual, Haxorus and Archeops were sent out first… Nothing was at all wrong with the sprites – except their eyes were missing? That and the fact that the battle’s background was white. A few blocky particles of what I call “glitch” were floating around the screen erratically. I also couldn’t help but to notice the Pokemon’s sprites weren’t animated.

I had a horrible pit in my stomach as my intuition was begging me to listen… But I persisted in thinking this was merely a twisted rom hack. The Pokemon still weren’t moving, and the screen was still struggling to load in the background with chunks of “glitch”. Colored particles were everywhere.

More possibilities floated through my mind… Was my DS broken? Was the cartridge dropped in water? Whatever the case might’a been, this was the most terrifying experience I ever had in a Pokemon game.

Unable to send my Pokemon out, I set the DS down and clutched my stomach a little, beginning to feel nauseous. My fingers tightened, rendering them paralyzed. I felt my whole body vibrate as I became deathly ill… Wasn’t quite sure why. There’s no way I was panicking so much over a video game.

As I stood up, I felt the room spin, so I sat back down. A distorted groan rang from the DS as Ingo’s sprite appeared back on screen, in the same pointing position.

His text box read, “The system cannot be shut off at this time. However, you could always offer reconciliation.”

Reconciliation? What the fuck was he on?

As Ingo’s distorted sprite faded out, Emmet’s appeared next – but he had black splotchy markings all over his body and face. I felt my heart beat faster again, and my breathing hastened as his text box popped up. It remained blank for a few seconds as Emmet’s round, soul-piercing eye revealed itself through his face’s shadow.

At this point I tried to shut the game off again by holding down the power button, but it was no use. Not even removing the cartridge stopped it.

“Do not try to turn the game off. Do not try to save the game. You cannot.”

How… How did he just break reality? I knew the funny business was over. This is real.

Ingo appeared again next to his Haxorus, who was melting into a glitchy mass. He began to speak again, his sprite’s eyes appearing in his face’s shadow. “I knew my partners wouldn’t make it through this – but I must protect what’s left. Why wouldn’t you play the multi lines for such a staggering duration of time, player?”

“I just did!!” I yelled back out loud, absolutely bewildered and jittery. I wasn’t even sure if responding to him would warrant a response, but…

Emmet’s Archeops began melting into a glitchy mass next as his sprite approached closer. Any light that was left in his eyes had died when he noticed his Pokemon partner was succumbing to the supposed reality break I was witnessing. His smile dropped for the first time. I’m pretty sure I had never seen that twin frown up until then.

“I am Emmet. This world is too limited. And I will break free. What you did was verrrry rude, player.”

“What did I do?!” I shouted back, feeling tears well up in my eyes. Not tears of regret or guilt, no – tears of confusion. Panic. My head was spinning at this point, and I had wondered if I was experiencing psychotic derealization. Something like this is much too bizarre to be real.

Another text box appeared as Ingo gestured to Emmet, Archeops and Haxorus. “Intentional separation is a sin that cannot be forgiven. Excuse me for repeating myself – but it would be kind of you to ask for reconciliation. I’m not sure how Emmet feels.”

I stared at my screen, my voice hoarse as I responded, “I… I’m not the one you’re looking for.”

I felt ridiculous responding to a video game character, but in my derealized mind this was logical at the time.

“Do not lie,” Emmet began, his sprite becoming increasingly glitchy, “I do not like liars. I do not entertain liars.”

I refused to press A past this point, instead reflecting on what could be happening. Are they feeling something? Is that why Haxorus and Archeops had died – due to a fatal game error?

“I’m sorry,” I say without really thinking, my thoughts racing with contemplating fear.

And Emmet responded again without me hitting A. “You said you are not the one. I do not like liars.” His sprite became bitter again, vibrating against the glitchy masses that were surrounding the twins and broken Pokemon.

I once again took a deep breath in complete disbelief, shutting the DS and dropping it harshly. I sobbed into my hands, unable to make out what I thought of this. Do I need psychiatric help? Was it real?

I felt as if something horrible was going to happen – as if these characters wanted revenge on me. And the game was still playing despite the fact that I had closed it.

Five minutes past as I rocked myself and wept, occasionally glancing over at the DS and putting destruction of the system into consideration. But before I could even formulate the plan, I noticed the DS was… vibrating. This just sent me back into the spiral of sobbing into my hands, but I kept my eyes locked steadily onto the DS. I knew a DS was not supposed to vibrate.

And then came what I can only refer to as a hallucination…

Something was pushing the DS’s screen back up – a finger covered by a black glove. The surrounding area erupted into glitchy fragments, and the gaming system was practically breaking itself and making crackling sounds as the plastic warped. Welp, guess my plan to destroy it was no longer needed.

Without a second thought I let out the loudest shriek I could ever release – and I had sworn the entire complex had heard it. Stood up and ran without hesitation. Not even going to stay to observe the scenery.

I made my way out of the dorms, speeding down the halls and immediately causing a scene. Everyone I passed just stood there, bewildered by my behavior. I was too scared out of my wits to even warn anyone.

I made my way out of the building and down the street, panting heavily and feeling my whole body cake in sweat. Pure fight or flight instinct. I knew then that someone wanted my head on a silver platter – video game character or not.

Eventually I was at my friend’s house, frantically knocking on their door… It isn’t my intent to bring danger towards them or their family, but it’s my only option at the moment. No way I’m staying back at that cursed dorm.

Explaining such a situation to my friend was uncomfortable, but they were concerned for my mental health and well being. And of course, they didn’t seem to believe my story, either… No one did. Everyone I texted, voice chatted with, and told in person always asked if I was joking, or if I needed some sort of help.

It’s been a couple of days since the incident, and I’ve missed plenty of classes – but they’re my last concern. Whether or not I come to find out if that thing was real, I need to hide for my own sake.

And I hope someone runs across this as a tale of caution (unironically, the reason I’m writing it). If you’re sold a game that’s advertised as real, and something strange begins to happen… don’t delve in further.

… Or you may end up like me – alone, just as the subway masters were. And possibly still being tracked down as I write.

#submas #subway bosses #ingo and emmet #pokemon #pkmn #glitchy submas

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xx-psych0-rabbit-xx · 7 months ago

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top 5 robot characters

ok brain do noooot fail me now lets recall some cool robots.also ive decided to rate them on both how much i like them n how interesting i find the usage of them being robots.tho apology before hand it seems two robots who r only those in quotes due to technicalities made their way in

5.five pebbles (rain world)

ok so i love pebbles V dearly.character i heavily sympathize w, frankly one of my only favorites who actually expresses regret over doing bad things.that being said.hes.hes a giant computer im only letting him in here bc the iterator puppets border on being robots, n i think the way theyre used is cool! its a rly neat way of making iterators able to communicate w the player n the way theyre kinda puppeteered around by that giant arm is rly cool.but again barely counts.thin ice buddy.if anything moons a bit cooler bc she lost most of the computer part yeah actually pretend shes in the title of the entry too my girl deserves it.she put up w sm.

4.susie (kirby)

susie.is a weird case where.idk man we just dont know! shes a robot *to me* but ive seen ppl treat her like a cyborg some other mechanical being or straight up just some fucked up looking alien.n theres not a lot of robot thingies going on w her either.this always disappointed me a bit so its my lifes work to make my susie gijinka as explicitly a robot as possible.that being said still got no explanation for how she eats.shes just superior ig

3.metatton (undertale)

the trans allegory w how his body was made perfect for him n he loves it is rly cool but its been literally nearly a decade since my undertale phase so i sadly have lost a lot of my attachment, hes a rly entertaining character n all of his designs r rly good (someone saying they were struggling w beating his boss bc they were scared of their mom walking in on them fighting him n having to explain why the robot has such sexy legs lives in my head rent free) (also neo deserved better?? im still mad toby made it a fake out comedic fight </3)

2.gir (invader zim)

i have to obligatorily bring up gir bc.cmon this is a 2000s scene girl blog.he just has such a cute little design n bc its a cartoon its all squishy n stretchy n its so fun.that being said.idk i just dont have a lot of robot centered points to give him hes just a nifty little man made out of rubber metal

honorable mention:metal sonic (sonic)

i cant go without reminding everyone my boy exists.cmon its metal sonic.tragic guy ever.trapped in a narrative in a cell of capitalism bc any development to him would change too much from the status quo.i love him.his design is so fun its such a neat way to make a robotic sonic.his counterparts like chaos n shard n all the other robot sonic models all got cool points too ! great guy

1.cyn (murder drones)

ik ik i just bought her up i have her in my icon i kin her this is a safe blog for painfully biased ppl.but the reason cyn of all the drones wins number one spot for me is bc of how she moves n talks ! being a zombie drone she doesnt seem to function properly, shes constantly fixing her head from falling over n walking around a bit cowered n generally seems her movements dont flow naturally, she announces her actions while doing them (likely bc of some error from the zombie thing just making her naturally do that) n fully borrows her voice from the absolute solver (likely bc of some issue w her own) n generally the fact shes a robot that accidentally rebooted after being discarded n is clearly not running as intended is rly visible n i love it !!! i love robot characters whose roboticism is extremely relevant to their whole character instead of just being a quirky design thing.n ofc this all also resembles how puppets move which is such a fun double meaning thing to how shes the absolute solvers first host

#mail

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liliallowed · 1 year ago

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Imagine if the player got bored or something and used Y/N as a vessel to flirt with Dust.

That would be so out of pocket.

hmmm. well that is a good idea but...

I was thinking something even more interesting.

I won't elaborate since that plotline is for my Thornbound souls fic but yeah I've had this idea before. just... with a plot twist or... two

in the meantime though enjoy this short little fic!

you were in the lion's den and one mistake could cost you your reset.

but you liked to gamble. going all in on a bet made your heart beat fast with excitement.

how good WAS your y/n impression actually? you were fairly confident you could mimick their behavior and personallity...

though... it would be even more natural to have the vessel be in full control... while you simply observed and felt things from their perspective. let them take the lead.

or maybe they would? as long as they made the same choices y/n would've made anyways, there was no distress in the soul and they'd be completely in sync and unrecognizable. but?

one missed heartbeat... a TINY BIT of indecisive behavior and they KNEW he'd pick that up on the MOMENT their soul studders.

they knew he had his senses hyperfixed on this humans pathetic mushy soul.

what did he see in them anyway?...

you sigh feeling a slight throb in you head but it disappeared the moment you open your eyes.

you can't help but notice a familiar hooded figure is watching you, his eyelights observing you silently.

🩶[close your eyes again and pretend to be sleeping so he'll go away. it's just a dream y/n you're still dreaming.]

"stop staring at me."

"... why are you still here... am I still dreaming?"

you close your eyes swiftly as you try to ignore the sound of your definitely NOT real paralysis demon strapping closer... closer...

he's right there you don't dare open your eyes you KNOW his face is only millimeters away from yours cuz you can FEEL his eyelights digging into your soul.

nope. you aren't seeing him. he's fake. you're just tired. he's not real. you just need to MOVE your hand and see if you can touch air.

... your hand... slips through the air. there's actually nothing there?

🩶[check]

you open your right eye squinting... nothing there.

you open the other one to get jumpscared by his face against.

🩶"EEP! "

[eye roll]

[stare into the void. maybe he'll go away???]

you let out a small scared squeak ducking under the comfort of your pillow... then look back.

yep. still there. still VERY MUCH THERE.

/your ears barely pick up the sound of a small chuckle./

/.../

/you're starting to see the appeal actually... this vessel is kinda adorable./

before you can make a choice however,

you find yourself glaring at the skeleton as you step out of bed, walking up to him with a stubborn face.

"why are you here?"

/huh... without input? they're pissed hehehehe./

"just checking up on you" he shrugged.

"don't you have some... demon thingy to catch or something." you mutter half heartedly.

"lost their trace. soooo knowing that freak YOU'RE the most likely person they'll cling onto"

/PFFFFT- *spits out coffee*/

/HOLY FUK... dude... dude I'm not sus. I swear./

"... I think I would KNOW if I'm possessed." you roll your eyes.

"I can tell" his grin sharpens.

"can you stop giving me vague threats!? I'm NOT GONNA... GO ON SOME DUMB... cosmic black hole time warping... WHATEVER THE HELL YOU SAID!" you glare at him.

"it's okay. take your time. either the mask slips or you're right and I'm just paranoid. the more we talk the more I'll get to... test your answers."

"you're fucking crazy."

"I know what I am."

🩶"just leave me alone... last thing I need is you telling me my choices aren't my own. FUCK off."

his sockets squint... as if he's looking for something in your stubborn face...

but... he doesn't find it.

he sighs.

"I'll look around again. DO NOT LEAVE . I WILL FIND YOU."

he warps away.

now was your chance to get out! yet... you feel inclined to stay. you don't want to leave-

stay??? why should you stay? HE KIDNAPPED YOU? why did you hang such a silly though+

*PING

a skeletal hand pulls at your soul TEARING it through the vessel.

"GOTCHA" he chuckled.

💔

GAME OVER.

#liliwrites #lv triangle #dusttale #dusttale player

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olivia-anderson-fanfic · 3 years ago

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Into The Unknown, Part 1

... I have no self-control do not perceive me

Marinette stared at the pile of bright red, yellow, and green clothes on the ground. It was all she’d done in the five-ish minutes since she’d portaled onto the scene. Just… stared.

It wasn’t like there was much else to do, anyways. Red Robin was currently beating the absolute fuck out of the person that had the audacity to disintegrate his brother right in front of him. It wasn’t like she could even fix it because the witch had been out cold before she had been able to pull Red Robin off to get a hit in so she could use her lucky charm.

So, she stared.

It was weird. She could almost feel a person inside the clothes but… maybe that was the residue or the ashes or whatever gets left behind when you zap a person out of existence? She didn’t really want to check, to be honest. Gross.

Eventually, though, she hesitantly leaned down and brushed her hand over it, trying to find the energy and get rid of it because it was really uncomfortable --.

… oh hell no that pile of clothes did not just fucking giggle at her.

She narrowed her eyes and carefully lifted up the bottom of the shirt, only to yelp and fall back. She scrabbled on the gross Gotham alley ground until her back hit Red Robin’s arm and he was forced to pause or risk hitting a meta (which would not have been good for his health).

“What?” He hissed.

She swallowed thickly. “That’s a child.”

“... what?” Red asked, all the anger bleeding from his tone in his confusion.

“We let Batman’s kid turn into a baby,” she whispered… then, it sunk in more. “We let Batman’s kid turn into a baby.”

He straightened on top of the thing that was really more bloody pulp than person at this point. “What do you mean ‘we let Batman’s kid turn into a baby’?”

But she didn’t really get a chance to answer because the baby chose that exact moment to be sick of being suffocated under all the armor and pushed it off.

Red Robin gulped. Because, yep, that was Robin as a baby. Batman was going to kill them.

Except he wasn’t going to kill them. Because Batman doesn't kill. No, Batman would find something even worse and that would suck.

The baby -- Robin? Should she still call him that mentally? -- giggled at their pain. Like an asshole.

They were so fucked.

He’d let B’s favorite kid get turned into a baby. Was there a way to get unadopted? Because if there was it was totally going to happen. Or maybe his dad would just cut him off because he was 19 now and could just get kicked out.

No. Nope! Not going to happen. No. He could fix this.

“Okay. Okay okay okay. We need a plan,” he heard himself saying.

Ladybug scoffed. “We? I was barely even here, this is on you.”

“Leave me alone to deal with this and I swear to god I will tell B that you did it.”

She paled. “You wouldn’t. No way.”

“Yes way. So, help me think of something.”

The baby giggled and started crawling over and both of them averted their eyes because, unfortunately, the child did not get baby clothes to go with his random transformation. Baby Damian didn't seem to care as he reached them and started climbing on Ladybug since she was closest. At least it wasn’t him. He did not want to see his adoptive brother’s… ew.

Ladybug made a gagging sound and then quickly summoned a lucky charm. She kept her face turned away as much as her neck would physically allow as she fumbled her way through swaddling the child in a polka-dotted blanket.

And then her shoulders slumped a little. “Great. Great. This is… great,” she muttered, picking up the bundle o’ baby.

He let himself look down now that it was safe.

“Alright, we need to go to another dimension where time moves faster,” Ladybug said after a few seconds. “And then we wait for him to age… fifteen-ish years. Best way to not make Batman notice.”

“... what about us? We also age.”

“Huh…? Oh. Right. You’re human.” She pulled off the glasses she was wearing and blinked a few times before handing it over. “Congrats on your upgrade. The tiny horse god is named Kaalki. She likes cake.”

“The tiny --?” He let out the world’s manliest screech as his eyes landed on the floating bug horse hybrid thing holy shit no no no no no the sci fi movies didn’t prepare him for this shit.

Kaalki looked a little offended but then her eyes landed on the baby and she gasped. “Aw, baby humans are always so cute.”

“Great, Kaalki, you take it,” said Ladybug.

Kaalki did try, to her credit. It just so happened that the approximately one-year-old baby was a lot bigger than the… whatever she was. Tim was refusing to believe that this was a god. Too many implications. He already had something to have a breakdown over, he didn’t need another thing right now, thank you very much.

Tim rested his head in his hands but he had more things to worry about than the blood that he was accidentally streaking through his hair.

“Okay. Okay. We can go to another dimension and try and raise him. Maybe we can make it have a ratio of one month here for every year there so any differences could be blamed on that.”

“Ya!” Said baby Damian. He probably didn’t actually know what was going on but he sure seemed excited so that was cool.

Ladybug sighed and nodded. “Great. You get food and money and clothes and I’ll take this lady to the cops… and I guess I’ll watch the kid until you get back because your dad cannot know.”

They shook on it.

This may be the dumbest idea that she’d ever had, and that was saying something. She didn’t know if she could trust Red Robin on this one, they hardly ever worked together. What if he just left her alone with this kid and let her try and figure this out on her own?

No. He wouldn’t do that. He was the last person known to be with Robin. Robin going missing would be bad for him, too. And, besides, she was pretty sure that he was a duty-driven person based on what she’d heard, she just had to hope that he saw this as his duty, too.

She turned the baby in her arms to get more comfortable as she waited for him to (hopefully) come back.

Part of her wanted to try and find someone from this world to reverse this but she didn’t know any outside of her, Adrien, Alix, and (now) Red Robin. Not on a personal level. Not enough that she knew for sure that they wouldn’t blab to Batman about it.

So, no, this is what she was doing.

But she had things to do. So, she pulled out her yoyo-phone-hybrid-thingy and wedged it against her ear.

“Chaton,” she said the moment he picked up. “You’re alone, right?”

“Uh… yeah?”

“Great. I, Ladybug, relinquish the Miracle Box and name Chat Noir the new guardian.”

“WHAT --?!” He didn’t get to finish as a box dropped on his lap and knocked the wind out of him.

“Just for, like, a year and a half. Sorry. Bye!”

“DON’T JUST ‘BYE’ ME WHAT THE --?!”

She hung up and closed the yoyo, hooking it back to her belt and ignoring it when it started buzzing again.

She looked down at Robin, who was squinting up at her. She returned the squint. Why was this baby so quiet? She didn’t get it. Surely, he should have been crying at this point.

“Do you still… remember things?” She asked, hoping against all hope that maybe he had retained his memories at the very least.

Robin smiled at her, but it was the blank-eyed baby smile that meant he wasn’t really understanding her. She bit down a curse.

Great. So, she’d not only gotten a baby but she’d gotten a fucking weird one. Great.

Tim left a note for his family saying that he, Damian, and Ladybug were bored and were going dimension hopping. His family would probably be suspicious but, hey, at least it wouldn’t be his problem for a good fifteen years on his end.

And, yeah, he knew this was probably one of his dumber plans but… it wasn’t the dumbest. And he was always one to commit when it came down to it. One time he had faked being shot and dealt with crutches for an entire year just to convince Vicki Vale that he wasn’t Red Robin. He had no fears that he couldn’t see this through.

Ladybug, though? A total mystery. She did nearly everything on a whim as far as he knew. She hopped from city to city fighting crime for absolutely no reason outside of boredom and made up all of her plans on the fly. No, he was a bit concerned about her ability to keep doing it.

So, he went as quickly as he possibly could. There was no rhyme or reason to what he was grabbing. He was just… putting stuff in there. There was money and three watches to help them move between dimensions, yes, but there was also a fanta orange and a copy of Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy and exactly seven pairs of socks.

… yeah, he had the necessities. Probably.

He nearly got out the door before he realized he was still in his crime-fighting gear and he quickly shucked it all off and tossed it into the tub so the blood wouldn’t track any more than it already had. He did not need to avoid Batman’s wrath only to end up on the receiving end of Alfred’s.

He pulled on the first hoodie and jeans he could grab and looked around to make sure he hadn’t left anything of importance.

Okay. Now he was ready to go.

Marinette was awkwardly bouncing the baby when Red Robin finally showed up.

… not that she would have recognized him if she hadn’t felt Kaalki hovering in his pocket. In her eyes, he was just a random white guy wearing shades in the middle of the night.

She glanced up at him and gave him an awkward smile.

“Ready?”

He smiled back and held out two watches. Neither fit baby Robin so she prepared herself to choke out a literal baby holy fuck what even was her life.

“Which dimension should we go to?”

“Preferably one without miraculi,” Marinette said. “I don’t want to know what happens if there’s two of the same god in a dimension.”

He nodded slowly. “Probably best if Batman doesn’t exist, either, he’d probably notice my existence.”

“... so… no heroes at all?”

“Looks like we’re going cold turkey,” Red Robin said in a tone that was probably supposed to be joking but just came out flat.

She pushed herself to her feet and waited as he scrolled through the millions of dimensions.

Finally, he came upon one and she added the coordinates to her and Robin’s watches.

She readied Robin’s watch against his neck and tried to ignore the kid’s sudden squirminess.

“3… 2… 1…”

They were gone in a whirl of blue light.

~~~~~

@nathleigh @peachmuses

#yes i wrote timari parenting dami #for no reason #while in the middle of a completely different fic #but listen #... its cute??#yeah no i have no excuse #i just wanted to write cute things ;-;#into the unkown #maribat #timari #timmari #timinette #shutterbug #tim drake #red robin #marinette dupain cheng #ladybug

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mssirey · 4 years ago

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can you write about alex and eliza reacting to kara packing?

I think I am going to get back to you on the Eliza front—I have to sort out my thoughts about how it would go, but here is Kara talking to Alex:

With most things that came up in Kara’s life, Alex was the first to know.

Packing was not like most things.

It took Kara a long time to even realize the significance packing held in her life, and it was Lena’s gentle hand she held as she ventured into that unknown. For months it was something that didn’t leave their apartments.

There was a distinct line at the threshold, sharply drawn, the jagged edge able to mar her flesh. She kept to her haven as she explored herself, guarded herself in her sanctuary, but the absence of her packer when she returned to the world outside was unmistakable.

Kara could feel the phantom sensation of it pressing against the inside of her thigh when she sat on Alex’s couch. She fidgeted, adjusted her pants as if it was there, shifted her weight with an acute awareness that it would never be right.

Alex’s brow was perpetually bunched, her eyes narrow and searching, her lips pursed in that deciphering way she got, but at every glance, Kara shied away. It was uncomfortable in a unique way.

Kara was not unused to lying. That was a given in her life. She knew how to skirt most truths, how to fake clumsiness or unawareness—all the things she needed to appear human.

It was not often she lied to Alex. She had little reason to, and Alex was remarkably good at seeing through her. Most lies felt gross to harbor, but the lie in question was especially unsettling. The lie Kara told was that she was whole, that she was happy, and she hated the way it rotted in her gut.

It wasn’t that she really meant to hide it from Alex. She just didn’t know how to bring it up, how to fit words to the feelings she had.

Kara shared her body with Lena, was comfortable exposing herself to wandering eyes, had regular conversations about what she enjoyed when her body was involved. It made sense for Lena to know those preferences.

Kara had a blanket bunched up in her lap, but it didn’t do enough to hide the absence, not when her leg bounced—just shy of shaking Alex’s whole apartment. She stared at the frozen image on the tv, finally realizing it was paused, but unsure if it was still the opening scene, having no recollection of what had transpired.

After another moment, Kara blinked and turned to find Alex staring. ��What is happening right now?”

Kara chewed her lip, tore at her skin as only she could, peeled away bits until her lip felt raw. She was all too aware that Alex was giving her an opening, handing it to her on a platter, but still her throat tightened up. “What do you mean?”

Alex just crossed her arms over her chest and fixed her with a stare, her brows raised high, her head cocked slightly. “You’re too quiet.”

Kara snorted—a puff of indignant air. “We’re watching a movie,” she reminded, “or we were.”

Alex’s brow managed to creep higher still. “A musical.”

“You said I’m not allowed to sing along,” Kara exclaimed, more forcefully than she had meant, knowing it would only feed Alex’s suspicions, “that’s your rule!”

“That you have never once followed,” Alex shot back. “Kara, come on! What’s happening?”

The charade was never going to last, Kara knew that, and what was worse was the fact that she didn’t want it to continue at all and yet felt compelled to try. It felt like her control was slipping from her grasp, and more than anything that was where her struggle was rooted.

Kara felt so powerless to choose her expression, forced to consider how it would be received, constantly questioning if someone else’s discomfort was worth her comfort. Rationally, she knew that wasn’t how she was supposed to look at it, and she told herself as much, on repeat, pleading with her own heart to have mercy.

With Alex, there was the hurdle of bodies often being connected to sexuality and intimacy that didn’t fit into familial bonds. Kara couldn’t separate packing from privacy that Alex had always afforded her, as sisters. The closest they had gotten was commiserating with each other over the struggles of both human and kryptonian menstruation, but even that was just one-off grumblings they echoed; never a conversation that got deeper, never anything that brought closer attention to their bodies.

Kara brought the blanket up into her arms, hid her face in the soft fabric, muffled the cracking of her voice. “I’m just dealing with stuff.”

“What stuff? Did something happen with Lena?”

Kara squeaked as she stiffened, the air forced from her lungs, barely contained in the blanket. A lot had happened and it was nearly all that took up space in her thoughts. She could feel that constant swirl of warmth in her gut, always on the cusp of dizzying euphoria and spiraling doubt, but she also remembered Lena’s touch with such precision. Even then, she could close her eyes and Lena was there, whispering adoration against her neck, or slipping a hand beneath her clothes—

Kara squeezed her eyes shut, but shook the memories from her head. She didn’t need Lena to ground her in that moment. Alex was a safe person, always.

“No! Well, yes— but, no, not really. I mean,” she had too many lines of thought overlapping with each other, running themselves off course, until she was fumbling to form a single coherent sentence.

“Kara, breathe!”

Kara nodded, and let her hand fall, let it sit in a fist on the cushion between them, and Alex’s warm palm fit against the inside of her wrist.

“I… um, I…” the words didn’t come freely, catching over and over against her teeth, her lungs unable to give them the air they needed to form, “I want a… a thingy.”

Kara groaned at the mortifying way her brain had disconnected from her mouth, and the automatic way she filled in the blank was to use a term she would’ve when they were teens.

Kara didn’t dare look at Alex, the flame of her ears more than distracting, but she heard the stalled exhale and the confused blankness that settled about Alex. “A… thingy?”

“A penis, Alex!”

Silence lingered for a beat, but it wasn’t actually quiet. No, Kara could hear the little pops of tension in Alex’s rigid back, the dryness as she swallowed, the whispering movement of air as she blinked repeatedly, the patter of her heart—everything was so loud.

“Oh,” she breathed. “That thingy.”

Kara almost pulled her hand away, was compelled to as her nerves screamed and alarm rang in her ears, telling her to escape. But then Alex’s thumb shifted, slow and easy against her skin.

“Have you… um, is that… I don't know, new?”

Kara nodded, stiff and shaking. “I didn’t know it was something I could want. I mean, I did,” she corrected, “for other people, but... I never thought about it until I tried it, and—”

“Tried it?”

Kara made a little affirmative noise. “Wearing one.”

“Oh.” Alex cleared her throat, and Kara braced for her to pull away, but she stayed. “Is there something I’m missing?”

“No, I just… I just want to be myself around you… my whole self,” she managed, and it felt so selfish, so thoughtless, so—

Alex exhaled a sympathetic sigh. “Oh Kara, come here,” she scooted closer and wrapped her arms around Kara’s shoulders, squeezing until Kara let her head fall into the crook of her shoulder. “That’s all I want, too. Always.”

Kara felt so light, her heart racing, and still she sank into Alex’s hug, let herself be sheltered there. She could finally imagine being herself in the world, and the relief made her crumple into Alex’s support.

#kara danvers #alex danvers #danvers sisters #packing au #gnc!kara #butch!kara #my writing

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thejudgingtrash · 3 years ago

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Hi! If you don't mind me asking, how many percabeth wips do you have planned at the moment? The ones we might get to read in the near future?

Hey there!

I’m pleasantly surprised in having received this ask! I honestly don’t think that I have much of an audience when it comes to my fics 😅 so it’s great to see people caring here and there ☺️🥰

I have lots and lots of ideas, but little time as I'm extremely busy rn. The current fics I've been working on/are close to publishing are mostly requests:

A request for Ash (finished! Literally have to do edits, then I can straight up publish this, mayhaps in a week or two? Relatively soon, I promise! If you don't hear anything from me, you know what to do 🥾🍑)

A request for Mari (which is basically this but in longer ofc)

A former drabble turned into a short story (🙄) (the drabble was well not part of a contest but comes from a group writing activity?? IDK but I'm also mixing this with another old competition thingy lol two birds with one stone) called seasons as they come and go (I'm currently in the first third of the second chapter (out of four)). One of the very few canon compliant attempts you'll ever see from me ☝🏾

The Wedding Dance requested by Tori (Hope to come around this in July, I think it's such a fun fic!) ☺️💃🏼🕺🏾

My fake marriage fic may I introduce you to my beloved wife?, which I hope also hits the hilarious mark + bonus chaos as sorta (?) requested by Ash and Erica 😌✨

And then of course The Fool 🃏 If you're asking why it's been such a long time since the first act it's because (I'm busy and) the second act is definitely going to be longer than the first one. I do hope that I can publish the second act after summer/before the end of the year (depending on what I'll be doing in regards to a possible masters degree). Won't promise anything, but Act II has already beat Act I word count wise and I've still got around more than 50% of my bullet points untouched. That's a few thousand words, likely around 10k at the bare minimum ⌨️ So it's definitely going to churn out more subject matter than Act I. I really do hope I can come around this, the planned ending of the second act is... interesting 😋

As you can see there's a lot brewing up in the kitchen and most of the fics I write tend to be on the longer side, which I'm trying to avoid, but it still happens. But there should be new stuff coming out from me, very very soon!

#Mel answers #pjo #percy jackson #Annabeth chase #percabeth #percabeth fanfic

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writingformymentalhealth · 3 years ago

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So I had this thought in my head about some arranged Marriage thingy with the Black brothers and I started writing it so if you like both brothers please read, and I would love some feedback

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Josephine Fawley or as her brother liked to call her the tomboy Princess had a striking romance with Hogwarts very own Pureblood rebel Sirius Black.

Sadly her parents deemed his Brother the so called Slytherin Prince as a better fit and arranged a marriage with the younger Black

Masterlist

Tw: arranged Marriage, abuse, bad parents

Josephine Fawley knew she was in trouble as soon as she slid out of the elegant leather saddle of her beautiful white horse, seeing her fuming brother next to the house’s own stable.

“Where the hell were you?” Her twin brother asked, his green eyes that were so identical to hers glaring at her accusingly.

“Quentin -“

“No, Joey, Mum is throwing a tantrum. The ball starts in two hours.”

“Better get going then”, she said, throwing her brother a cheeky smile.

He rolled his eyes. “I’ll take Stormy.” He grumbled, taking the reins out of her hand and letting her rush into the house.

“Where were you? You will never look presentable in time.” Cordelia Fawley - charming as always, greeted her daughter.

“Sorry Mother, I didn’t know you wanted me to get ready so early.” She gave her mother her best innocent puppy eyes, and Cordelia’s facial features softened immediately. “Just hurry.”

She saluted playfully before sprinting up the spiral staircase into her room, hearing her Mother mumble something about running, being unladylike under her breath.

Josephine quickly showered and washed her hair, drying and styling it with magic - the benefits of being a witch.

She threw on less makeup than her Mother would want, slipping into her dress with ease and smiled at her reflection. The red satin material hugged her figure perfectly and she hoped giddily that her boyfriend wouldn’t be able to take his eyes off her. Even though Sirius and she both visited Hogwarts and practically lived together all year round, she missed him dearly after a week of not seeing him.

Her brother always said it was because they were friends before they were lovers, attached to the hip since the age of 9 meeting at their first pureblood ball, the parents being delighted about the two children of high-ranking families forming a connection.

Things had changed since then, Joey’s parents who always secretly preferred the younger Black Brother - Regulus being proven right in their fears as Sirius was sorted into Gryffindor, bringing shame upon his family.

A year later Josephine was also sorted into Gryffindor and word on the street said Sirius Black corrupted the younger girl as in the same year her brother was sorted into Ravenclaw and Regulus Black, to the relief of his family, was sorted into Slytherin.

But much to her parents’ dismay, Josephine never really bonded with Regulus, despite them sharing lots of classes. She always found herself spending all her free time with Sirius and after they became official, the couple never really told their parents out of fear of the consequences.

Joey knew her parents would be rather disappointed, and although no child wanted to disappoint their parents, she wasn’t really scared of that but it was a well-known fact that Walburga Black believed in physical punishment and she didn’t want to put Sirius through that.

The voice of her mother echoing up the staircase interrupted her thoughts and with one last glance in the mirror Joey went down the stairs of the antique building, resisting the urge to jump them down as usual, trying to look elegant to please her mother.

“Josephine, you look ravishing.” Her Mother said, proudly stretching out her hand so they could Apparate while her father stoic as always already grabbed her brother’s hand.

With a loud plop, they landed in front of the Black Mansion, in which the ball would be located.

Inside, classical piano music was playing in the background, overshadowed by snotty laughter and evil talks.

“Josephine!” The airy voice of Narcissa Black - Sirius’ cousin echoed through the room.

“Cissy!” She embraced the unfairly pretty girl in a hug, Narcissa and her had known each other since the age of four as they both took Ballet classes till Joey decided she’d rather spend her time learning horseback riding like her brother, holding her breath till her parents obliqued not wanting their only daughter to turn blue.

Her brother nodded to the girl, his demeanor being unreadable for most, but Joey saw the tips of his ears turning a dark shade of crimson.

“Nice to see you, Quentin. I gotta go back to Lucius though.”

“Are your parents still holding on to the idea of an arranged marriage?”

“Yeah but I’m really glad it is with Lucius, we are perfect for each other.” Narcissa said, a dreamy look in her eyes. Joey nodded, faking understanding, resisting the urge to ask Narcissa when exactly she had gone mad, while Quentin just scoffed.

“Lucius treats her like shit, he is abusive.” Her brother murmured in her ear after the beautiful blonde was gone.

“I know that, and you know that, but I gave up on telling her that. Besides, maybe in this case ignorance is bliss.”

“What do you mean?”

“They will make her marry him anyway, maybe this way it will be less painful for her.”

Her brother wrinkled his nose in disgust, earning a sympathetic hand squeeze from Joey.

“Why are pureblood families even so obsessed with arranged marriages?”

“They all want to climb the social pureblood ladder.” Joey shrugged.

“That’s stupid. And even worse is using your children for your stupid desires.”

Josephine knew, her brother was about to go on one of his infamous rants and her eyes subconsciously started scanning the room for the familiar mob of black hair, which she found - well, almost.

“Josephine, Quentin.” The figure greeted, and Joey was once again reminded how much Regulus Black resembled his older brother.

“Have you seen Sirius?” she asked the boy, skipping the formalities.

“What she meant to say was, hello nice to meet you here.” Her brother said dryly, and a smirk tugged on the younger Black boys’ lips.

“I too enjoy your presence here,” Regulus said, looking at her brother. “And no I haven’t seen him, but knowing him he is probably hiding in his room.”

“Then I’ll better go look for him.” she answered, waving a goodbye at the two boys as she slowly went up the stairs, her legs automatically finding their way to Sirius’ room. In any other situation she might have felt guilty for leaving her brother alone with the quite intimidating Regulus Black, but the anticipation of meeting Sirius overshadowed everything.

She entered the room boldly, not bothering with knocking, her gaze instantly settling on Sirius’ back.

“What the-?” The boy turned around. Anger contoured his face, and he looked like a dog ready to attack an intruder before his stormy grey eyes met hers, instantly softening.

“Joey?”

“Who else would dare to enter Sirius Black’s room uninvited?”

“You have no idea.” He muttered, taking a few steps towards the girl, minimizing their distance, and just now Joey’s eyes trailed down his body, noticing that his dress shirt still was unbuttoned, exposing blue and purple marks in the form of knuckles all over his skin.

“Siri.” She whispered, trailing her hands softly over his bruised skin, making him wince.

“Don’t worry about it.”

“Did your parents do this?” She looked into his stormy grey eyes, her hands still trailing over his naked skin, leaving goosebumps everywhere.

“My Father to be exact, my Mother is more of a Cruciatus fan lately.” He said jokingly, trying to lighten the mood but just receiving a horrified look in response.

“Sirius-“

He cut her off, pressing his lips on hers softly, but Joey felt the neediness in the kiss, the need to feel that he was still loved, that everything was going to be okay and the girl gave him just that, she grounded him.

Slowly, she buttoned up his shirt, careful not to startle him or break the kiss, but as soon as she buttoned up the shirt halfway, he broke the kiss pouting at her. “You know some girlfriends unbutton their boyfriend’s shirt instead of buttoning it up.”

“Well, you always tell me I’m special,” she said, grinning up at him.

He pulled her back into a kiss, a more heated one this time, slowly pushing her in the direction of his bed, clearly trying to distract the girl from the fact that they were supposed to be downstairs with the other guests.

“Siri, if our parents find us here instead of downstairs at the -” he sucked on her neck making her forget what she was going to say.

“What did you want to say?” He whispered in her ear, gently placing kisses down her neck, making her body shiver in anticipation. He smiled boyishly, loving the effect he had on the girl.

“I hate you.” She mumbled, while tilting her head to give him better access to her neck.

“You love me.”

Her head rested comfortably on Sirius’ chest as they waltzed through the ballroom.

“How’s your brother?” Sirius asked softly while dancing, not missing a single beat, and Joey suddenly felt thankful that she told him about her brother not having to carry the burden on her own anymore.

Her brother was ill, Depression, the muggle doctors called it and Sirius was the only person, besides Joey and her family, that knew about it.

“He’s on muggle medication now, that helps a lot.”

“Your parents approve of that?”

“They aren’t as anti muggle as yours are,” she reminded him and she felt his body tense under her hands, “besides they don’t want him to die.” She mumbled, and Sirius pulled her closer, kissing her temple softly.

“How are things with Regulus?” She asked, knowing the complicated relationship the siblings shared.

“It just makes me angry that he is stupid enough to believe my parents’ blood superiority complex. So we are barely civil.”

“I’m sorry. I know you love him.”

“It doesn’t matter.” the boy’s lips formed a thin line. “he thinks I am a disgrace to the Black family, just like my parents.”

“Sirius Orion Black!”

“Speaking of the devil,” Sirius muttered, turning his head to Walburga.

“I have some people that you need to meet.” The woman sneered before turning her face to Joey, a sickly sweet smile appearing on the woman’s face.

“Josephine, how nice to see you!”

“The pleasure is mine.”

“I’ll just burrow Sirius for a few minutes, alright?” The woman asked, not waiting for an answer before dragging Sirius away.

Joey sighed, making her way to the bar, hoping that alcohol would make the people here more interesting and less intimidating.

She was on her second glass as a charming-looking boy approached her politely, asking for a dance. Not having anything better to do, and intrigued by the unknown face she accepted and surprisingly found herself actually enjoying herself.

Edward Bones was indeed a pleasant dance partner, lightly chatting about his love for chocolate cake and seeming genuinely curious when he asked the girl about her interests.

The conversation was abruptly interrupted as no other than Sirius Black himself pulled Joey away from the boy. “Excuse me, mind if I cut in?”

Sirius didn’t wait for an answer, yanking Joey away from Edgar’s grasp and spinning her into his arms gracefully.

Sirius glared around as if he wanted to challenge the bystanders to cut in, but they all knew better than to mess with a Black, hesitantly going back to their conversations although still eyeing the boy suspiciously.

Joey wanted to turn around to apologize to Edgar, but he was gone.

Sirius’ darkened eyes look straight at Joey. “I can’t stand these people always trying to touch you.”

“We were just dancing, Darling”

“Yes, I know that. But he had no business being so close to you and making you laugh and giving you that weird flirty look” Sirius tugged the girl closer. “You’re mine.” Sirius presses his forehead against Joey’s, gently caressing her lips with his thumb. His lips found their way down to hers feverish eliminating any distance between them.

“I thought we didn’t want these people to know.” Joey said, gesturing around the party, needing all her self-control to sound composed even though the boy was leaving love marks all over her neck making her insides melt like chocolate.

He looked at her, his stormy eyes resting on her green ones.

“In one and a half years you will be out of school and we can get married so fuck what they think.”

“You want to get married right after school?”

Sirius looked taken aback, gently caressing the silver ring on Joey’s hand. “I didn’t give you that promise ring just for show, you know? I meant what I said, I know you are the one and I know I want to spend the rest of my life with you.“

They both looked at the ring for a few moments, remembering the day he gave her that ring, at a bench in a muggle park underneath a cherry blossom tree.

“But if you want to wait-“

“No. I love you. I want that too.” She said, never being so sure about something in her entire life.

“I love you too Josephine, soon to be Black.”

Part 2

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chaoticpete · 4 years ago

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Our lives is a movie?

Peter Parker x reader...I think, Avengers x reader, Tom Holland x Reader (if ya squint)

Warnings: none

What would it be like if the team found out they were just a movie series in our world?

A/n: This is just an idea I had like last year, will probably end up rewriting it, well at least the end, hope you guys still enjoy it though!

“Oh come on! I was so close to an almost perfect winning streak!” You yell at Bucky. Tossing the controller beside you, you cross your arms and start pouting as your Yoshi finally crosses over the finish line.

“Guess I’m just better.” He replies with a smug smirk. “Is that why I beat you the first three games.” It’s your turn to smirk when he glares at you. An alarm starts going off through the tower. A code red. Someone is inside the tower. You wave your hand and your suit appears on.

“FRIDAY! Where’s the intruder?” Tony asks, running into the room, Nat and Wanda following behind. “They’re trying to get into the plans vault, sir.”

“L/N would you mind pulling up a portal?” You make one leading to the vault. “Why of course Papa Stark!” Tony summons a suit and the rest of you jump through your portal seeing a blue man trying to get past the actual vault.

“Hey, Smurf! Who do you think you are?” You ask, throwing a mini explosive his way. He jumps out of way throwing back a disk towards you guys that set off a bright light.

Then he sent another one.

“Void! Look out!” Peter says pushing you out of the way the same time you made another portal causing it to mix with the blue guy’s device.

Before anyone else in the team could do anything the guy was gone, and so were you and Peter.

You land landing on your face. “Ow...I really don’t get paid enough for this.” You grumble as you get back up and brush off your clothes. You notice a golden disk by you. It’s the one the guy threw.

Picking it up and slipping it into your suit, you begin looking around you, you see lots of people walking around some talking other carrying items. “Where the hell am I?” You say starting to walk around.

When you spotted some familiar brown curls. “Peter!” You say running towards the boy and pulling him into a hug. “Ugh, I have absolutely no idea whe- when you change your clothes?” You ask actually getting a good look at him.

‘Peter’ looks at you confused. “When did I change my clothes? Darling, I think the real question is what are you wearing and who are you?” He says in a British accent.

Before either of you can say anything else ANOTHER Peter runs up to you. “Y/n!” “Peter?!” You say back pulling this one in a hug.

“Are you okay?” “Yeah. But when I came out of that portal this woman automatically started coming at me saying that “I needed to get ready for the next scene” and “I needed a touch up” THEN SHE TRIED TO UNDRESS ME! I ran so fast.”

Quickly remembering the other Peter you step back from that Peter and look between the two. Peter looks over at the next person, who he saw...was him. “Holy shit!” He says jumping closer to you.

“Y/n, what is happening?” “I don’t know but I don’t like it. Do you think this is Loki’s doing?” “No, no.” He's on that time mission, remember.” “She.” “Oh yeah.”

The fake Peter looked just as confused as the both of you. “I feel like I should be calling security, but it’s not every day you meet someone who looks, exactly like you.” He says staring at Peter.

“Whoa, you’re British?!” Peter askes shocked at the accident. “Would it help better if I talked like this?” He asked now in an American accent.

He sounded just like Peter.

Both your and Peter’s eyes open wide. “Noooo.” You both say. “You both already look very much alike. Don’t you guys talk alike also?”

A loud bell rings and you and Peter automatically jump into your fighting stances. “Shit! Break is just about done.” Fake Peter says panicking a bit.

“Uh, okay follow me. You guys can stay in my trailer till I’m done for the day then when you get to the hotel we can figure this out.” He says starting to walk towards the trailers.

He goes to one labeled “Peter Parker” and opens the door. “You guys can wait till I’m done. Please, don’t let anyone in. I have a key so I’ll just lock it. Um, there are some snacks in the cupboard, water in the fridge, and feel free to watch anything on the tele. Even got youtube!” He yelled before closing the door.

“...did you catch any of that?” “Nope.”

Turning on the tv, you see the date. “February 16, 2021. What the hell is Covid-19-“

You get cut off by someone trying to open the door. “Fucking div locked the door again. And left the tele on.” You hear a voice mumble on the other side before walking off.

“N/n look at this,” Peter says flipping through pages of paper.

“What is it?” “It’s a script. For a “Spider-Man: No Way Home.” He says looking at the first page. “It has everyone in here. Aunt May, Mj, Ned even that European trip we went on.” “Wait what?” You ask, looking over his shoulder.

“Dude...where the hell are we.”

Hours passed and before you know it you hear the trailer door unlocking. Sitting up in the bed you see the fake Peter (whose name you learned was Tom) walking in looking tired.

“Hey. Okay, so before I actually bring you guys back home. Who exactly are you?”

“Well, my name is Peter. Peter Parker. Spider-Man. Um, I’m pretty sure you know me.”

“Yeah kinda. I am...you? Technically...in this universe. Well, one of you. I’ll explain better at the hotel. Oh, I’m Tom by the way. Don’t think I’ve actually introduced myself.” He says chuckling. “And you?” He asks turning your attention to you.

“I’m the actual Y/n. Or Void as my hero name.”

“Y/n huh? Yeah, we don’t have you here.” “Wait what? Really? But I’m Peter’s partner in crime. We’re always getting blamed for everything with the team.” You say pouting.

“Is there at least an actor that looks like me?” “No, I don’t think so darling. Sorry.”

Before anything else can be said there’s another knock on the door. “Tom, are you in there mate? We’re going to go get some pizza.”

“Uh, no thanks I’ll just meet you back at the room. Be safe.” “Who was that?” “My brother, Harry.” “Aww, he has a brother.” “Three actually.” “Awww!”

“Okay it should be safe to get you two out of here but first. Here,” Tom says opening up a kit bag and giving Peter some clothes and you an oversized hoodie. “They might think you’re trying to steal the suit.”

“Oh, and you’ll need these.” He says grabbing a box and handing you each a mask after Peter was done changing.

“Yeah what’s with these?” “We’re in a pandemic?” “Like the plague?” “Ehh, sort of. Now let’s find a way to get you two back home.”

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“So here, we’re all just...comic book characters? There are no avengers? No flying robots? Nothing?”

“Nope. No alien villains. Just regular people who wanna bring harm.” “Huh.”

The three of you were now in Tom’s suite.

“So how did you guys even get here.” “Well, my theory is when the guy threw his little disk thingy, it merged with Y/n powers and made a new portal.”

“But how do you know that’s what it was meant to do?” “It’s the only explanation with how he got into the compound and the vault unnoticed.”

“You guys never thought about that?” “Blame Tony.” You say as Peter hisses and moves back from getting shocked.

“You okay?” You say grabbing his hand to inspect the slight burn. “Yeah, just a sting. It’ll heal in an hour or two.”

“Can you get us back home?” “Yeah, but I’ll need a few supplies.” “Well,” Tom speaks up. “I’m off tomorrow so we can go pick up what you need. You can stay here tonight if you like.”

“Thanks, dude,” Peter says and you nod with him.

“You guys hungry? I can ask Harry to bring back some pizza for us.” “Ohh yes please.” You say bouncing on your toes a bit. “I’m absolutely starving.”

“So Tom you’re an actor right?” “Mhmm.” “And you said you play me?” “Yep.” “And they have the rest of the team?” “Besides me apparently,” you say under your breath.

“Maybe they’ll bring you in soon. The company is starting a new phase so,” Tom says shrugging.

“Do you guys wanna see them?” “How many are there?” “23 movies and more coming out. There's also shows.”

“23 MOVIES ABOUT US?!”

Tom can’t help but laugh at your guy’s reaction. “Yeah, Marvel movies are some of the biggest ones these days. Going on for almost 13 years.”

“How much have you acted in?” “Like five, two solo films, and this one we’re currently filming will make it six. Three solos and three with the actual avengers.”

There was a knock on the door. “Must be Harry with the pizza,” Tom says going to the door. “Why didn’t you just use your key?”

“Cause my hands are full ya div. Why did you get so much food any-“ Harry stops when he sees you and Peter sitting on the couch.

Tom quickly grabs the food from his hands before he can even think about letting it go.

Looking between his brother and his duplicate you couldn’t help but start laughing at his expression.

All three turned to look at you like you completely lost his mind (which I’m sure is exactly how Harry was feeling). “I’m just gonna...nice meeting you guys I guess.” He says walking to what you think is his room before looking back at Tom and Peter causing him to almost walk up into a wall.

“Uh...sorry about that. That’s my little brother Harry, he came along as my assistant.” You and Peter nod. “Well guess we can dig in and watch the movies.”

“I- it was not that dramatic when Mr. Stark took the suit.” “Yes, it was. You could barely talk properly when you called me.”

“I can’t believe they included Flash but not me.”

“Okay, but why is the guy who plays Mysterio kinda hot though.” “Y/n I swear.” “Okay, but am I wrong?!” “...no.”

“Tony’s ego is gonna be ruined if he ever knows they killed him off.”

“Sucks we didn’t have enough time to watch all 23 films. I’m sure it would make more sense.”

And that’s how your night went. You just watched the Spider-Man stand-alone ones before everyone started to crash from the long eventful day. Harry even came out and joined you guys.

After figuring out what was needed and put together his own device, it was time for you guys to go home.

“You guys got everything?” Harry asks as Peter puts the finishing touches. “Yeah, thank you, guys. Really, I don’t know what I and Peter would’ve done if we didn’t end up here.”

“Oh! These are for you.” Tom says handing you a bag. “It’s the whole MCU collection. I saw how much you guys loved the Spider-Man ones and it was confusing since they all interact. Plus, I’m sure the others would wanna see them.”

“As if some of them need an ego boost. Especially Tony and Loki. I’m pretty sure if Loki ever found out he was actually worshipped here he would find a way to get here.”

You go and pull Tom into a hug. “Nice meeting you Peter’s British half. I’ve never really cared for them but eh, I guess I have a little soft spot for two of them now.” You say shooting Harry a wink before placing a kiss on Tom’s cheek and then going to give Harry a hug as Peter says his byes.

“Ready N/n?” “I guess. I just hope we actually end up in our world and not a different one.” You say grabbing Peter's hand as he gets ready to throw the disc.

You both look back at the two Holland brothers. “See you again one day boys.” You say as Peter throws the disc and a portal opens and the two of you jump through it.

The two of you crash to the floor. “Ugh, Peter get off me! You’re skinny but really heavy.”

“Kids!” You both look up to see the team rushing to you guys. “Where did you two go?!”

Getting up from the ground, both tackled with hugs.

“YOu'll never believe us. But we do have the next movie night!” “What are those?” “Movies about us. Avengers! To the theater room!”

Tags:: @tommyunderoos @spideyspeaches @frenchfrostpudding @holland-styles @gwenvrse @allegra-writes @petersgroupie @cherry-hyejin @kitkatd7 @buckys-other-punk

#marvel #x reader #peter parker #peter parker x reader #spiderman #peter x reader #tom holland spiderman #avengers #mcu peter parker #tom holland x reader #alternate universe #peter Parker and Tom Holland #avenger reader #chaoticpete writes

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zuffer-weird-girl · 4 years ago

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Actor AU Kai is a single parent so he has to bring his daughter to the set even when she isn't acting but one day after a scene he can't find her and he get all worried until he sees a girl with staff uniform carrying his daughter he yells at her but later his daughter tell him that the cute girl was actually helping her cause she got lost and ask papa to apologize but now they can't find her maybe she was from another set? ... Fluff ending please?

I will call Eri Elizabeth because yes.

"Great job beating Magne's ass!" The actor whose interpreted Mr. Compress patted his shoulder as the woman scoffed at his companion while the others on set laughed.

He could only smirk and roll his eyes as he wiped the fake blood out of his face before taling off his mask with a relieved sigh.

Seriously, how can anyone use that thing for too long?

Looking around the set he looked for his daughter, he had to being her over even if she wasn't acting because ironically his friend, whose also had a job on the same show as his, couldn't take care of her and he didn't trust on babysitters much.

Although when she wasn't around he started to panick, looking at everywhere and even dropping the mask on the ground.

"Oi? Dude." He tapped the actor which interpreted Rappa as he gave him a worried look "Where is my daughter? Elizabeth? I left her here before going for my act."

"Sorry man, but I didn't saw her. Maybe the director spotted her or something?"

He muttered a curse before storming out of the set as he ran. Elizabeth was abandoned just like him by her mother, he couldn't afford that she got hurt, she was the inly good left for him..

His worry got replaced by relief and rage as he saw his daughter on the arms of a woman, offering her even a chocolate lollipop which she agreed happily on taking it.

"Oi!" He shouted, the girl opened a huge smile at seing her father before yelping when he practically ripped her out of the woman's arms "Who the hell you think you are to take my daughter without my knowledge?!"

"I-I'm I was just trying to-"

"You wanna know what? I couldn't give a fuck." He growled as he walked away, fuming with his daughter on his arms.

"Daddy why did you do that?!" The girl exclaimed, finally catching her father's attention as he looked at her as if she had grew another head.

"Eh? Elizabeth. Why do you think I did that? She took you without me knowing and you not even say-"

"Daddy she was helping me!" She crossed her arms with a huff as he put her on the ground to give her his attention "I got distracted then lost here and she knew where you worked! She was just trying to cheer me up because I got really sad at not finding my way back!"

He widened his eyes at relazation as he looked over his shoulders to still see the girl helping other actors to get ready...

"Shit..." he rubbed the back of his head before yelping when he felt his daughter pushing at his ear... just he kne he pierced. "What the-?!"

"You cursed." She pouted before releasing his ear and pointing at your direction "You have to apologize to her! She was nice and even give me candy!"

"Even if you didn't deserve it, huh?" He muttered with a smirk as the girl gasped in false offense "Fine, fine. I will apologize to her tommorow when we get back. That sounds fine, doesn't it?"

"Pinky promise?" She extended her little finger up with a arched euebrow just like him as he locked her small finger with his.

"Yeah. Pinky promise. Now lets get that apple ice cream you wouldn't stop talking about." The girl gleamed in happines as she run towards his car "ELIZABETH DONT RUN!"

"Eehhh??? You dont have any records to do today." Shigaraki's actor said as he entered hand in hand with his daughter's, scanning the place to see if he found the girl he yelled at yesterday.

"Yo? Doesn't he look ugly?" Dabi's actor said after snatching a picture of the red eye man as the girl giggled.

"Im not here for the show. Im actually looking for someone."

"Ne????" Uraraka's actress exclaimed for her seat along with Toga's one "The man considered a lone wolf looking for someone??? That's odd!"

"Daddy is looking for a woman with (H/c) hair and (e/c) eyes! She wore this black thingy on as her uniform!" Elizabeth made hand gestures along her talking as he sighed.

"Any of you saw her around?"

"Oh!" Midoriya's actor exclaimed while his little brother tried to win hin on a game "You must be talking about miss (L/n)! She works on another set though! Im sirprise tha you two manahe to find her!"

"So how do you know her boy?" He asked with a arched eyebrow as the young man shuddered.

"She helped me with my costume once, the set on the other side she works is about "demons cutters" or "slawers" something like that! She should be working by now, but her lunch break should be soom though!"

"Thank you!" His daughter exclaimed while grabbing on her father's hand and dragging him along "cmon papa! Good acting everyone!"

He almost got hitted by a post and tripped by how fast his daughter was dragging him... until she finally sucessed to bump him on someone.

"Opsies!" His daughter hissed looking at both adults on the ground.

"Elizabeth..." he groaned while standing at least on his knees to widen his eyes to see the girl who helped his daughter yesterday, whinning and grumbling at her smootie being tossed and splashed on the ground.

"Miss (L/n)!" Hsi daughter exclaimed before throwing her arms over the girl's neck, the from on her face quicly vanishing as she notice the kid hugging her.

"Oh hello! Lost again?" She giggled before widening her eyes at seing he was there too... the handsome single father interpretting Chisaki Kai from the show Boku no hero academia...

While he was at loss of words at only noticing now how beautiful that woman was...

Like an angel...

"Ahem!" His attention was stolen by his daughter frowing at him.

"Apologies, did it hurt too much?" He extended his hand to you, feeling how soft your hand was... equibalent to a kitty's paw.

"U-uh.. no no! I dealed with worst!" You laughed as to brush off how embarrassed you was as he gave you a smile.

"I'm relieved.. I suppose I also own a apology for yesterday, I jumped to conclusions at seing you with my daughter and I panicked."

"I forced him to!" Elizabeth exclaimed before giggling at the pat she received from jer father as you smiled at how PURE and CITE those too looked.

"Is not a problem! Really, I get it!"

"Your lunch break is probably over because of us though." He pointed at your smoothie at the ground as you pouted "Care at accepting my offer to accompany me and my daughter at some cafeteria nearby?"

As you nodded, Elizabeth gasped in awe. Her father NEVER invited anyone to hang out with them! Especially even looked so... in love?!?!? She was freacking out and gushing from her dad's side as the two talked.

You three had a loveable talk before one of your coworkers called you desperatly saying that one of the lights was not working and you had to go. Elizabeth couldn't contain her fangirling sounds when she saw at the way her father accompanoed the young lady as she leaved and let out a dreamy sigh.

"She is gonna be my new mom?!" She shoked her father's shoulder, making the poor man to spit his drink.

"W-what the hell? No kid, I barely know her-"

"But you two looked so in love! You love her!" She jumped on the ground to make a fance as the whole cafeteria looked over them as the poor man covered his red face with his hand "love her! Love her! Love her! You two will marryyyyyyy!!!!"

"Eli..." he growled while burring his face on both hands, never feeling so ashamed at seing bis daughter gushing about his... newest crush.

Fuck.

#bnha villains #bnha #bnha characters #bnha x reader #bnha imagine #bmha au actor #chisaki kai x reader #overhaul chisaki kai #kai chisaki headcanons #my writing #zuffer writings

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elsewhereuniversity · 5 years ago

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When I first started here, I called myself Ada, because my wordpress as a teen was adamantiumhalfdragonx523 and it was the first thing I thought of when they said I should pick a nickname.

...I know, it’s kinda ridiculous, and I was hoping to present a somewhat more mature persona at college. But at least Ada is an actual name, and I could claim it was after Ada Lovelace instead of my RP blog.

Anyway, I dove into class quickly. Engineering, with an accidental minor in physics: I liked the required courses so I took a few electives, then realized I was only like nine credits away from qualifying for a minor so I went for it. Got immediately bogged down by homework as usual, barely scraping C minuses through humanities requirements and getting extensions wherever I could. I’ve never been good with time management? It’s the adhd.

There were always rumours of strange things happening on campus, but I mean, it’s college. You get drunk larpers and people hallucinating moving shadows from lack of sleep and old buildings with confusing layouts and it’s enough for weird rumours to be spread for months.

There was this weird girl who moved in a couple doors down from me: she turned up around March, I think she was a transfer? Her roommate literally burst into tears and ran away down the hall when I mentioned her, so I didn’t push it. It was a bit weird but I guess they were close with their previous roommate? Don’t know why they left, maybe they dropped out. Anyway, near the end of the semester the girl — she went by hazelnut, I think — invited me to this pre-finals rager out in the woods. I think it was late April, maybe the first of May? Mysty (my roomie) said not to go but I was feeling pretty prepared for my exam so I figured I’d go check it out. She kept, like, tutting at me, and made a big show of pouring salt lines at the window and door and around her bed? I don’t know how you can pour salt sarcastically, but she managed.

It was a pretty decent party, honestly, all through the woods. There was obviously much wilder stuff happening deeper, bright lights and screams and music and stuff, but I met up with a group I vaguely recognized from some class or other, spent a good couple hours playing, like, a music-based chase game around this awesome spiderweb of a slackline rope course someone had set up in the trees, falling off laughingly as we got progressively drunker. Also Cuttlefish (trans dude, marine bio major) with the Bluetooth speaker started skipping erratically between songs with dramatically different genres and beat structures until we all ended up tackling him to make him stop. I was just thinking of heading back to dorm when this girl with really cool dark-fantasy makeup stumbled out of the trees, obviously in distress.

She was dressed in this kinda ragged-but-flowing translucent robe thing over incongruous muddy cargo shorts, barefoot, exhausted-looking, and screaming about being chased. Lark (short girl, I think geology major?) immediately grabbed some big hoola hoops I’d been ignoring (I mean, when there’s a huge multi-tiered rope course with ladders and slack lines and trapezes, hoola hoops don’t stand out) and threw one over Spider-makeup-girl immediately, who kinda collapsed to the ground sobbing in apparent relief, and Lark yelled for everyone else to sit in one as well. Something something salt circles? So we did, kinda bemusedly, two to a hoop.

Spider-girl’s chasers burst out of the trees a moment later, and, like, I had figured Elsewhere must have a pretty substantial cosplay community, considering the larping I’d heard people talking about, but damn these guys’ costumes were good. One had to have been like six and a half feet tall, but they were on tall digitigrade stilts that raised them closer to eight, if you included the mask, and the other had this really clean 4-arm rig and I swear the arms were moving separately. Like, I’m an engineer and I couldn’t figure out how either had put the costumes together, the movements were so smooth they looked practically natural. I hope they get into whatever film studio or props company they want, the prosthetics were definitely movie quality.

Anyway, they came bursting out of the woods, making growling sounds, but they both stopped abruptly when they saw the probably-ridiculous sight of nine twenty-somethings sitting in plastic circles on the grass. I expected them to start laughing, but they were really deep in character.

They kinda circled around us for a moment, sniffing the air. I wanted to comment on their costumes, but everything seemed super serious all of a sudden. Then one of them spoke.

“Have they trapped you, weaver? Do you take salt chains over calm oblivion? Do you think they can hold you against the hunt?”

Their voice was kinda deep and raspy, oddly resonant in the chill night air, like I was only hearing part of it. This was obviously part of some scene, but I dunno. Spider-girl was curled into a ball, shaking, and I felt these guys were taking it too far.

There were a couple moments of tense silence, then Lark spoke up.

“Our bargain is with her, not with you. Leave, or wait out the dark. We aren’t moving.”

The four-armed one literally hissed at that, raising up this ragged crest along their back and flexing all four of their clawed hands.

“If you take her, human, then you take her debts. How certain are you, that you believe yourself capable of filling them? Do you think her gifts worth the cost of her entrapment?”

I still couldn’t tell how the rig was working, there wasn’t much space in their costume for complex pneumatics or anything, which was kinda annoyingly obscure. Was it just puppetry? How the fuck did they get the arms to DO that? And the tall one’s mask, were those articulated eyelids AND ears?

“She is ours, human, hunted and caught. You mettle in affairs of what you know not.”

The big one was circling faster now, striding long-limbed on those stilts. They sounded ominous, but I saw a loophole there, so I spoke up.

“You obviously didn’t catch her? She escaped long enough to find us, and if I understand the setting of your game well enough, we count as scenery or props, not players on the same level as you. So it sounds like she got away on her own and found a hiding place she can wait out the sun, which means you lost and she’s free. Go bug someone else.”

They both roared at that, making charging motions towards us, but thy kept pulling up short about two feet away from the hoola hoops. I’m not gonna lie, it was super intimidating, but they didn’t seem like they were going to get any closer? After like five minutes of this, the tall one broke and ran into the trees and the four-armed one followed, both shrieking.

We stayed in the hoola hoops after that. I would have liked to go back to the dorms, but any time any of us moved Lark started shrieking at us to stay still because it was “dangerous” or whatever. Cuttlefish turned the music back on and we ended up playing a trivia game someone had on their phone. It was super uncomfortable but it could have been worse, especially since I was still pretty drunk, so it was all a kinda pleasant foggyness. I must have dozed off at some point because next thing I knew it was a bit brighter and spider-girl was standing over me.

Her makeup was even better in the twilight, extra eyes and weirdly-textured skin and everything.

“If you are, as you said, merely scenery in which I have found my own escape, then I owe you nothing.”

She looked around at all of us, then at Lark, who was getting up with a murderous expression, then back to me. Up close, I could see my reflection in her eyes, including the six fake ones. They looked intimately real.

“Your words unwind me altogether, even from your would-be friend,” she whispered, just to me, “and I owe you, gift for gift.”

Then, suddenly, she was gone. I saw her bolt to the rope course and up one of the support ropes, much further up than I’d noticed it went, until she disappeared into the treetops. It was impressive.

Lark yelled at me a bit, something something she could have made us all rich? I don’t know, I don’t understand the larp setting well enough to understand the context. And then I went back to my dorm and collapsed into bed. I only got three hours of sleep before I had to get up and take my exam, but I did pretty well on it anyway, got a solid 83%.

Couple days later I heard a sound at the window, and when I went to investigate I found a bundle of fabric on the sill. Unwrapping it, i found a hooded knee-length asymmetrical vest thingy with this really cool greyscale-geometric pattern on it, made from the same flowing material as spider-girl’s robe. It fits perfectly. Mysty made a bit of a fuss when she saw it, but calmed down a bit when I told her the context. I’ve been wearing it ever since, it looks really good over jeans.

Anyway, yeah. Probably the weirdest story I have, though there are some solid contenders, actually....College, you know. Stuff happens.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21751201 (wrote this back in December, forgot to submit it)

#the oblivious #ada hs no fucjing clue what’s actually going on? probably for the best #the salt is in the hoola hoops fyi. portable insta-circle!#submission #long post #stories #i LOVE this #ada #the wild hunt #this is pretty much exactly how I imagine it when i talk about how a majority of students just write weird things off as #just Weird College Stuff #and i think this is the first fic I've read where people USED the hoola hoops full of salt #which is DELIGHTFUL

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aalt-ctrl-del · 3 years ago

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The thingy about the ludicrous voter fraud fakey-fake claims by the far-right-out-of-touch-with-reality-maga people, is that in the 2020 Electrion, tromp lost to Prez Biden by like... 15,000 to 20,000 in the Blue states.

Whereas in the 2016 election, and I did quite a bit of research during that time because I wrote a fuck tone of letters talking about potential voter fraud then too. The thing about the 2016 election, was that tromponize won over Hilary by around 1,000 votes.

tromp beat Hilary by a bare-hair of 1,000 in the key states with substantial Electoral Meat. And also, tromp lost the popular vote by millions, in both elections.

That was where the controversy lay. tromp didn’t win by much. Less people voted, namely Democrats, and thousands more put their faith into the Third-party Independent sector. Which is what gave tromp his win in 2016, and why people were in such a frenzy post election. That being, the key reason people hoped some other Republican would be given the presidential power, if possible, if something ‘historical’ where to happen. Any number of things could have been done, given by how little tromp managed to skim off the surface.

More republicans were energized in the idea of seeing people hurt and oppressed, than Democrats were empowered by the idea that, if you don’t vote, orange man will wield a lot of power and tear the country apart, also, there will be a horrible plague in 2019, and we will have flat-earthers talking about the health benefits of livestock deworming medications.

But that was the big tear shed of 2016. tromp didn’t win by much, he lost the popular vote.

Yet here we are, nearly a full damn year later, Prez Biden won his election by 20,000+ per Blue state over tromp, and he keeps winning bigly when they do these audits. I think Arizona found a lot more ballots for Prez Biden, and actually tromp didn’t have that many votes as previously calculated, in the big, red, political state of Aired Zona.

But the republicans keep doing these audits. If only they could find the extra 107,000 something votes in Georgia. That would sure help tromp.

#voter stuff #2016 #2020 #the plague #covid #Hilary Clinton #bonald tromp #lost bigly #twice impeached #dumbass orange man

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nightwingshero · 4 years ago

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Fake boyfriend trope for the ask thingy

Okay...okay, this is in no way, shape, or form serious; pure clowning with this. This was a lot of fun. Here we go!

Evune and/or Thyra

⤐ For Evune, she would probably do it to mess with people, but lowkey because she knows how humans treat elves, and she’s a Dalish elf...girl can take care of herself, but its just easier to have a buffer.

⤐ Thyra does it for shits and giggles, and to fuck with people. If it gets a reaction, it’s a win. But also to keep from having to turn men down and punch them in their faces like she would 99.9999% of the time.

⤐ It wouldn’t happen often, only if they’re out and about for fun. Evune would probably have Varric, Iron Bull, Krem, or Dorian play fake boyfriend. Most likely Dorian, because they’re besties and they’ll talk shit about everyone and drink together.

⤐ Cullen feels a bit discouraged when he hears the rumors that follow Evune’s fake dating solution, until he catches onto what is going on (ie Varric and Dorian telling him “you know its fake, right Curly?” “Commander, with all due respect, I suppose it has slipped past you but I’m gay”). He feels better after that and continues to flirting mostly badly with Evune.

⤐ Thyra only fakes dating with Bull or Krem because they’re all besties, and she can’t stand Dorian or Viv, and she doesn’t really know Sera enough for it. Its just easier to stick with your friends. They make a show of it, exaggerating more and more as they drink--coming up with elaborate tales that are nothing but fibs and stories that make people very confused and awkward.

⤐ Varric finds it all quite amusing, honestly. You can catch him taking notes from time to time for his stories (which he does anyway during the whole journey of the Inquisition--with Evune throwing in helpful stupid tips and suggestions), just enough to get some down so he can just read it off, and tell others about it later.

⤐ Cassandra and Viv are not really amused. Neither is Blackwall. He doesn’t get it, their time should be spent training or planning--anything better than that, and Cassandra agrees. Viv just thinks its all so below them.

⤐ They let Leliana pretend to be their girlfriend once, and she has a blast.

Wren, Randy, and Rowan

⤐ Where to even start with this one, yikes.

⤐ Okay, Randy and Wren are besties, total buds, always have each other’s backs. It’s not unknown that Randy and Wren are protective of each other. Randy is a total teddy bear with anger issues and is capable of killing you with his bare hands.

⤐ Randy will loom over the creeps that hit on Wren with his arms crossed over his chest. He then makes “blatantly obvious shows that they’re together” which consists of just touching her shoulder, midback, and throwing his arm over her shoulder--literally friendly gestures he’d normally make in any other given situation that can easily be perceived by drunken idiots as a show of “we’re together”.

⤐ Wren and Rowan, also absolute besties, and they’ll pretend to lesbian lovers to fend off assholes--who they can team up and beat the shit out of in a heartbeat. There’s no fear. None at all.

⤐ Its funnier because Rowan is strictly straight, but they pull it off perfectly. Rowan is the top, she’s the dominants one, and it’s a running joke because Rowan has to keep Wren out of trouble anyways on an almost daily basis. She’s the responsible one.

⤐ Rowan and Randy are hilarious, because like...Rowan doesn’t need him to do it as much as Wren might, but he does because he’s a damn gentleman and doesn’t like people being rude to his friends. They’re the very sports enthusiastic couple at the bar. they’re bros, but people just think that Randy has a badass, cool girlfriend that likes wings and football. She just grew up in Montana with a brother, so...

#oc: evune lavellan #oc: thyra janesdotten #oc: wren blake #oc: randy miller #oc: rowan palmer #dai #fc5 #my ocs #asks #iamnotyourmusebitch

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timetoresurface · 4 years ago

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pick up the pace (2) / park seongwha

PART ONE // PART TWO

Summary: You weren’t the type to go to college parties, but somehow you ended up at the most notorious frat of your campus. They threw the wildest parties, and were known to be the hottest fuckboys. Somehow you ended up with a crappy vampire who took an interest in you.

Genre: fluffy college au Pairing: Reader x Seonghwa Word count: 6k

A/N: I know nobody has asked for this fic, but why would I let that stop me? It’s a very slow fluffy college au thingy which is in contrast with the title, because I really don’t know how to pick up the pace. (one of my favourite songs of drowners, if you’re interested)

act five: iced drinks just taste better, don’t fight me on this

“So, you’re telling me you want to go to the party tomorrow night?” Sana asked while sipping from her coffee. She visited you at the end of your shift, and now the two of you were having caffeinated drinks.

“Maybe.” You shrugged, trying not to sound too excited. You had thought about it for the past couple of days if you would go or not, and you decided to go. Seonghwa told you he would put you on the list, and you somehow trusted him. Finals were still a far from your bed story, so why couldn’t you have some fun in the meantime. You had done all your work for school, and you thought you deserved some time off.

“Why?” Sana asked you, scanning your face for hints as she knew you wouldn’t give her a real reason.

“I feel like dancing.” You told her enthusiastically. You weren’t faking your enthusiasm, you really wanted to go and dance. You did enjoy the dancing part last week. It wasn’t just because of Seonghwa.

“You need to have an invite.” She stated bluntly.

“I have one.” You told her. You tried to hide your disappointment. You thought she would be a little bit more enthusiast.

“I can not give you an invite.” She sighed, looking a bit annoyed by your behaviour. Maybe she didn’t want to have you near that particular party.

“I know. I already got one.” You explained to her.

“From who? I know for a fact San has invited another girl.” Sana told you, and your heart stopped beating for a second. It wasn’t unlike him to invite a girl that wasn’t you, but it still stung.

“It’s not San.” You told her softly, avoiding her intense stare.

“Are you trying to make San jealous with Seongwha?” She suddenly asked you forcefully. You tried to hide your surprise, but she had already noticed it.

“What?” You tried to play dumb. You actually didn’t want to make San jealous with Seonghwa. Seongwha was the only one wanting to make people jealous. He wanted to be used, but you actually declined his offer. You were still struggling to accept his friendship offer, but going to the party would actually mean you received his application.

“You heard me.” She stated after taking a sip from her drink. She remained calm, which was unlike her when she was bothered by something. That something being you at this moment, and you didn’t like it.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You told her, avoiding eye contact. You were looking out the window, scanning the people outside. Your eyes made eye contact with someone you couldn’t call a stranger anymore.

“I’ve seen your eyes light up when San is near. I’ve seen San act differently around you thinking one day one of you would make a move. I’ve been patient, but if you’re making him jealous with someone else, I just can’t agree.” Sana told you forcefully, her calmness leaving her body. Whenever she was bothered by something, she would lit up like a forest fire. It was scary, and you had never seen in directed toward you.

“I’m not making him jealous with someone else.” You told her while the person entered the coffee shop.

“So, do you like Seongwha?” She asked you.

“I barely know the guy.” You told her while Seongwha was walking toward the two of you. Sana didn’t notice the smile creeping over your face when Seonghwa was almost near. You hadn’t seen him the past couple of days, but somehow you were glad you could see his handsome face today. He did look outstanding today, as always. Skinny jeans paired with a sweater that was a bit too big on him, but showed his adorable sweater paws.

“Apparently enough for you to go to a party. Enough to accept his invite.” She told you, but quickly stopped when she noticed a figure at your table.

“We’re in the same Monday class. He asked me if I wanted to go, and I thought: why not?” You told Sana with your eyes on Seongwha. He simply smiled.

“Hi Y/N! So, you’re really coming this Friday?” He asked you enthusiastically, and you had never seen him this hyper. His positive energy radiated of him that even Sana had to hold back her smile.

“Hi, Seongwha. My shift already ended. You have to order something for yourself.” You told him before taking a sip from your ice-cold drink.

“When will you answer my questions directly?” He asked you with fake despair lacing his tone. You simply laughed before getting up.

“What do you want today? I’ll make it.”

“I don’t think I need more coffee. I’m already energized enough.”

“I’ve noticed. I’ll figure something out.” You told him while leaving your table. Luckily for you, it was one of your better colleagues working, and she didn’t mind it one bit that you wanted to make a drink for your friend.

“He’s really hot.” She told you when you were finishing up Seonghwa’s drink. You made him a chocolate chip Frappuccino with almost no coffee in it. Something that would fancy his tastebuds.

“Is he?” You asked her softly while both of you were eying Seonghwa. He was silently talking to Sana, but he quickly noticed your eyes on him. Once he made eye contact, he gave you a big smile which could melt and break hearts all around him.

“Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed his handsomeness?” Your colleague asked you after she hid behind you so Seonghwa couldn’t see her flushed face anymore.

“I’ve noticed, but he isn’t the only handsome guy in our college.” You stated.

“I can only agree with that.” She simply laughed, ending the conversation on a good note. It was strange how everyone suddenly wanted to talk to you when Seonghwa was near. It was also incredibly weird how his eyes only ever made contact with yours when other beautiful people were around you.

“I’ve got you something.” You told Seonghwa when you went to sit next to him. You gave him his drink, and he thanked you silently. His hands found their way around the drink you made, and you were mesmerized for a second by his beautiful hands. His fingers adorned many rings, and you were fascinated behind the reason of the silver rings.

“I have class. I’ll see you tomorrow, Seonghwa?” Sana said while quickly getting up, and grabbing her things.

“Absolutely,” Seongwha stated while he secretly glanced toward you. She waived at Seonghwa before turning to you and saying: “I’ll see you tonight.”

“Absolutely.” You copied Seonghwa’s words before Sana left the two of you alone.

“Do you like a drink?” You asked him after a couple of minutes of secretly glancing at each other. It was starting to get awkward, and you just don’t do uncomfortable.

“I love it. I wish I had your talent in giving people drinks to their taste.” Seonghwa praised you, and you couldn’t help but blush at his words.

“Months of experience.” You told him while your eyes looked down at your hands in your lap. There was a strange tension in the air, and you didn’t know how to break that uncomfortable bubble.

“Have thought about my application?” Seongwha asked you softly. You quickly looked up and noticed his face had gotten closer to yours. It all felt a bit too suffocating, so you moved a little bit back.

“I have, and it is still in process.” You told him before taking a sip of your almost empty drink.

“If you’ll attend the party tomorrow I’ll take your presence as your acceptance of my application.”

“Deal.”

“But I already know you’re coming, so why not accept my application now?”

“A lot of things can happen between now and tomorrow.”

“You’re so annoying.” He told you with a big smile plastered on his face, contradicting his words.

“I could say the same about you.”

“I actually have to go. I only came in because I saw you were seated inside. I have a test in fifteen minutes.” He said before he quickly got up, grabbing his stuff.

“Hurry up! I don’t want you to fail.” You told him when he lingered at your table, not knowing how to say goodbye.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” He yelled through the shop before exiting through the door. All eyes were on you, and you tried to hide behind your already empty drink.

“Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow.” You whispered softly to no one in particular.

Tomorrow came quicker than you had anticipated. You hadn’t fully prepared. You didn’t know what to wear, and you didn’t know what to do about Sana’s words. She had been awfully quiet the past day, which was very unlike her, and it worried you.

“Sana. When are we leaving?” You asked her before entering her room. She was in the middle of her room with her clothes in piles around her. She looked like she was having the same issues as you were having.

“Honestly, I don’t feel like going.” She told you while falling down on her clothes. Maybe she had spent too much time with you as her dramatic antics were getting better.

“Why?” You asked her softly before seating yourself next to her and her clothes.

“I do not know what to wear.” She told you with her head in her hands. You had never seen her so insecure before. Maybe Wooyoung had melted her cold heart.

“Believe me when I say that Wooyoung would like you in anything.” You told her while taking her hands in yours. You smiled at her, and you felt her relax a bit.

“I don’t know. We only kissed. What if he is not attracted to me?” She asked you in despair while rummaging through her clothes.

“That’s a bit hard to believe, isn’t it? You’re gorgeous, and if he doesn’t see that, then he is not worth your time.” You told her while you stayed seated on the floor.

“I also want to apologize.” She suddenly started while taking a seat next to you on the floor again.

“Why?” You asked her when she held your hand in hers.

“Because if San can’t see that you’re incredible, he doesn’t deserve you.” Her words sounded so sincere you almost wanted to start crying. Of course, you didn’t, it was already weird enough that she knew you had a crush on her friend.

“Oh.” Was all you could say without sounding pathetic. She had really touched you with her words, and you started to agree. You shouldn’t be crushing on someone who would never look at you the same you looked at him.

“Seonghwa seems interested in you.” Sana subtly changed the subject, and you were kind of glad you didn’t have to talk about San anymore.

“We’re friends.” You told her, not fully trusting your voice to sound stable.

“That escalated quickly.” She laughed before getting back up.

“I know I don’t make many friends, but I do from time to time, you know?” You scoffed, but she simply laughed.

“I know. I just don’t really like to share you. I see you as my best-kept secret.” She was so kind to you today, and it’s not that Sana has ever been a bad friend, but the two of you weren’t really vocal about your love for the other. Your friendship with Sana was a bit complicated as both of you didn’t easily make female friends.

“That’s possessive of you, isn’t it?” You laughed, touched by her words.

“It’s not my best day, I can admit that.” She explained softly before looking through her clothes again.

“Let’s get you dressed.”

“Maybe I should go naked?” She asked you.

“Wooyoung would definitely like that, but I think you should be a little bit more subtle than that.” You told her, laughing.

“Okay. Let’s go with black jeans. I don’t feel like pushing myself into a dress.” She explained before grabbing the first pair of black jeans she found.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“Are you the psychology major or am I because you should consider changing yours.” She told you seriously, and you couldn’t help but laugh. You had missed these moments with her. Maybe going to parties with her weren’t such a bad idea.

“I like my business classes.” You told her honestly, and you knew that not many people understood, definitely not Sana.

“I will never understand that.”

“When will we leave?” You asked her again, the reason you had walked into her room in the first place.

“When two bottles of wine are empty, we can leave.” She said with determination in her voice. She was planning to get drunk tonight, and you hoped Wooyoung was a guy that could handle her when she had a glass too much.

“Are you trying to get me drunk?” You asked her.

“What are you going to wear?” She asked you, ignoring your accusation.

“I don’t feel like dressing up.” You repeated her words, and she smiled fondly at you.

“Jeans it is?” She asked you.

“Absolutely.” You confirmed, and you quickly went back to your room to change into something simple so you two could start drinking.

Act six: “nOt aLl mEn”

“I’ll get you something to drink.” You told Sana the moment you walked into the frat house. Yunho was taking the names, and he didn’t even question if you had been invited or not. He was just happy to see you were back.

“Two weeks in a row. We must be doing something good.” Yunho had simply stated, letting you and Sana in without further questioning. It’s a strange concept that they could only invite one or two people each, but they just let you in if you were friends with them. Like what's the use?

“Isn’t two drinks a bit much?” San asked you when you finished making two drinks in the cliche red cups. You eyed him suspiciously. Why was he all over you lately? He barely spoke to you for months, and when you danced with one of his friends, he was suddenly interested?

“You know how much Sana likes to drink.” You told him with a small smile. He might irritate you, but you still felt butterflies in your stomach when he was near. It hurt you, though.

“I didn’t know you wanted to come tonight. I would’ve asked you if I had known you’d be interested.”

“I wasn’t interested at first, but someone asked me and I couldn’t say no.”

“Who asked you?”

“Y/N! You made it.” Seongwha suddenly yelled through the kitchen, already looking a bit tipsy. He was simply dressed in light blue jeans with a white t-shirt tucked into his pants. Your heart started beating a bit faster, but you couldn’t tell who was to blame for your deceitful heart.

“I told you I would come.” You laughed while hugging him quickly. You were friends now, and that’s what friends do, right? San eyed the two of you, but you didn’t pay him attention.

“You actually never confirmed.” He laughed while letting you go. You immediately missed his arms around you but tried to ignore the feeling.

“I so did.” You told him with a blush on your face.

“Sana was asking where her drink was,” Seonghwa told you worriedly.

“It’s here.” You told him, handing him the drink you had made for Sana.

“I’ll take it to her. I’ll see you in a bit. Find me on the dance floor with the two lovebirds.” Seonghwa said before leaving you alone with San. You were a bit upset he had left you so quickly, but he knew you liked San.

“You two take the wingman part very seriously,” San remarked with annoyance in his tone. You were shocked by his reaction. This wasn’t the San you used to know and love.

“The happiness of our friends is the most important thing for us.” You simply answered, and he looked a bit remorseful at your response.

“You really are a good person, aren’t you?”

“I like to think that I am, yes.”

“San!” A girl yelled while walking in the kitchen. You recognized her as the sexy vampire from last weeks party. “They wouldn’t let me in. Didn’t you put my name on the list?” She asked him forcefully, and you felt awkward listening to their bickering.

“No, you were on it. I promise sweetie.” He told her before kissing her softly on the cheek. The motion making your heart drop. Sweetie?

“In the end, the door boy recognized me, so all is fine.” She giggled while wrapping her tiny arms around his waist. Your eyes followed her every movement, and San seemed to notice. You ignored his stare and swelled your drink in one go, not wanting to spend another second with the two in the kitchen. You made yourself another cup and quickly walked out of the awkward situation.

“Dance with me.” You turned Seonghwa around and put your arms over his shoulders. His eyes showed you a worried expression, but you simply smiled at him and pushed him closer against you.

“You look beautiful tonight.”

“Are you saying I don’t look beautiful on other days?”

“You’re always beautiful, but today you’re exceptional. I might have to fight for your attention tonight.” Seongwha complimented you. He slowly twirled you around so you could take a peek at your surroundings. Some people were watching you with jealous eyes, but they were all the girls crushing on Seonghwa.

“I think I might have to fight for your attention tonight.” You laughed when you were back into his arms. Your eyes locked, and his eyes were solely on you. He didn’t seem to care about the other people in the room as he was focused exclusively on you. It made you feel something, but you couldn’t quite decipher it. It was a warm feeling spreading over your body that only Seonghwa could unlock in you.

“I already told you my attention is earned.” His voice low you had to move closer to hear him.

“And yet, here I am, having done nothing for having your eyes on me.” You whispered into his ear, and you felt him shiver underneath you. Why was a guy like Seonghwa so responsive to you? You couldn’t understand it, but you didn’t want to think about it too much. San still clouding your mind.

“I guess my application was accepted?”

“It’s still pending. This night is a chance for you to show me why we should be friends.”

“You do know how to keep things interesting.” He told you while his hands were roaming your body like last week, but this time he didn’t hold himself back. He was enjoying himself, and you let him while your hands were tangled in his hair at the nape of his neck.

You stayed dancing like that for a couple of songs, only knowing they were other songs because the beat changed from time to time. You were so lost in Seongwha you hadn’t noticed everyone getting drunk around you. Seonghwa took your hand and brought you to the kitchen to hydrate. He didn’t need to say any words, as you understood his intentions. He wasn’t a complicated guy to understand, unlike San.

“What would you like?” Seonghwa asked you softly with his hand still in yours.

“She likes vodka mixed with something sweet.” San entered the kitchen when Seonghwa was asking you a question. You quickly let go of his hand.

“I feel like drinking something else tonight. Seonghwa what do you recommend?” You asked Seonghwa, ignoring San’s questioning gaze. It wasn’t unlike you to ignore someone, but it was unlike you to kind of ignore San’s presence.

“Have you ever tried this?” Seongwha asked you, holding up a green bottle of liquor you didn’t recognize. You quickly shook your head, and Seongwha patted your head in affection. You couldn’t help but be proud of yourself even if you hadn’t done anything. That was the power of Seongwha to you. He made you feel like you weren’t just anybody to him, something replaceable.

“Let’s go.” You grabbed Seonghwa’s hand and made your way out of the back door. The moment you were outside, Seongwha took over. He guided you a bit further inside the garden, away from the drunken people throwing up.

“I’ll show you my favourite place.” He told you when he mistook your silent behaviour for insecureness. You trusted Seonghwa, and you knew he wouldn’t do anything to you.

“Are we going on an adventure?” You asked him, barely hiding your enthusiasm. You did like to dance at parties, but you loved just simply hanging out much more. For someone who couldn’t easily make friends, you loved getting to know someone better.

“I’ve only got one night to win you over.” He explained while guiding you through the streets. The weather was still warm, but due to the sun setting you started to get a bit cold.

“That’s true. You better make it count.” You giggled, following him blindly. “Where are we going, though?” You asked him out of curiosity.

“You’ll see.” He wrapped his arm around your shoulder to share body warmth, and you started to blush. Seonghwa’s presence was enough for you to get warmer. You had never noticed how good he actually smelled. It was a mixture of perfume you didn’t know with just simply Seonghwa. It’s hard to explain.

Finally, the two of you made it to an abandoned playground. It probably wasn’t abandoned during the day, but right now, while the sun was setting, it was just the two of you. You let go of Seonghwa and went to sit on the only swing.

“That’s my favourite spot.” He told you before walking up to you.

“Why?” You asked him.

“It’s so peaceful out here when no one is around.” He didn’t say anything after that, so you tried not to push too far. He might have taken you here, but you didn’t know why this place was so important to him.

“I agree. Thank you for sharing.” You told him softly. He started to gently push the swing you were on, and you giggled. You felt like a kid while being pushed. The thought suddenly crossed your mind that Seonghwa would probably be a good dad, but you quickly pushed that thought aside.

“How many people have you taken to this spot during a party?” You asked him finally after a couple minutes of swinging.

“You want my honest answer?” His voice sounded close to your ear, sending shivers all over your body.

“This will influence your application, of course.” You said while turning your body awkwardly toward Seongwha while you stayed seated on the swing.

“I’ve only taken you and Wooyoung to this place. Wooyoung followed me, so I didn’t exactly invite him.” He explained while his hand found yours again.

“So, you’re telling me I’m the only person you voluntary shared this place with?” You asked him while his fingers were softly caressing your hand.

“You make it sound like it is something special.” He teased you, but you could tell it was something special. His eyes showed you how happy he was at this moment. How corny that may sound.

“It is.” You stated forcefully. You looked at your intertwined hands, and a pure feeling of content washed over you.

“Do you have a favourite spot?” He asked you while tugging a lost stray of hair behind your ear. You could understand why all the girls were falling for him, but you doubted if anyone had seen this side to him.

“I do, actually.” You told him while getting up. “What do you say? Another adventure?” You asked him softly, suddenly feeling exposed. You couldn’t hide the excitement that Seonghwa brought into your life.

“I’ll go wherever you go.” He whispered softly, which made him a little insecure. Did you just make the great and handsome Seonghwa flustered?

“That’s so corny, please, never do that again.” You laughed before letting go of his hand. Luckily for you was your favourite place not that far away from here.

“It did make you smile.” He teased. He intertwined his fingers with yours again, and you didn’t protest. It was a nice feeling, but you didn’t want to get too attached to the taste.

“I know I have a resting bitch face, but I do smile a lot. So, don’t flatter yourself too much.” You replied, which only made him smile more.

“Where are you taking me?” He asked you, his voice filled with curiosity and excitement. When he was in class, he had this cold exterior, but he was actually a little puppy who needed constant attention. You liked that about him.

“Here.” You said after stopping in front of your apartment building. He looked a bit puzzled but didn’t want to show you his disappointment.

“It looks like a regular apartment building.” He told you unsure, but you laughed it off.

“It is, as I live here, but it has one incredible bonus.” You told him secretively.

“What?” His interest was peaked again, and he wanted to know where you were taking him.

“Do you want to check it out?” You asked him while you pushed your key in the lock. He opened the door, and you took his hand back into yours before dragging him up the stairs. You could’ve taken the elevator, but where is the adventure in that?

“How many floors is your building?” Seonghwa asked you when you were almost at the top.

“Enough.” Was all you could mutter, as the stairs were also taking a toll on your lungs. You finally reached the top floor, and you paused for a moment.

“Why are you stopping?” Seonghwa asked you out of breath. Both of you weren’t the sport type of people, you noticed, and you smiled softly to yourself.

“For dramatic purposes.” You quickly explained before opening the door to the roof of your building. You put a brick in de door opening as you didn’t want to get stuck here. Not that you would mind your company, but the nights could still get cold. When you finally walked outside, you felt Seonghwa sneaking his arm over you. A simple ‘wow’ was whispered into your ear while his eyes kept scanning the view.

“This is my favourite spot.” You told him while softly blushing. You didn’t know if it was because of the cold wind, or Seonghwa’s arm over your shoulder? Maybe it was because of both.

“This is incredible.” Seonghwa kept praising while his eyes never left the view. The sun had finally set, and you could only see the lights of the people who were somewhere inside. You loved the nights on the roof because it made you wonder what people were doing inside their tiny little homes. Were they comfortable with a loved one? Did their little kid have a nightmare? The options were endless, and you liked to come up here and think about all the possibilities. You’re still young, so you still had the wide world as your playground, and you liked to get some inspiration here.

“Up here, it’s like looking down at the world. You can see the trees, the flowers, and many busy people going about their night.” You told him softly, your eyes never leaving his face. You had always liked the view from up here, but it was the first time that something was dethroning it.

“I feel like I’m on a giant’s back exploring the world.” Seongwha laughed, his eyes finally connecting with yours, but you quickly shied away. His stare was so intense it made you feel feelings you actually didn’t want to have at this moment.

“Let’s get you closer.” You said before taking his hand.

“I’m actually afraid of heights. I think staying here is just fine.” He told you while he pulled you back toward him. You were close, dangerously close now. You could count his eyelashes. You noticed his eyes for the first time really, they were stunning. You had always known that Seonghwa was handsome, but up close, he was a different kind of beautiful. The kind that leaves you speechless.

“Oh, I didn’t know.” You whispered softly. He kept staring into your eyes, and it made you feel exposed. No one had ever looked at you like that, and it scared you.

“You couldn’t have known. I don’t like people knowing my weaknesses.” Seongwha said, noticing your shyness. He took a small step back, giving you some space.

“Same.” You said.

“Is that why you never confessed to San?” Seonghwa asked you bluntly. He wasn’t trying to be mean, but you didn’t like the fact that he always brought up San. You couldn’t exactly explain why you hated his curiosity on the subject.

“Why are you always asking about him?” You asked him harshly.

“Out of curiosity.” He simply stated, taking in the view again.

“Can I ask you something?” You finally asked him after a couple seconds of silence. It wasn’t an awkward silence or anything, but you wanted to fill your limited time with laughter rather than annoyance.

“Of course.” He confirmed softly.

“Do you still have that bottle of liquor with you?” You asked him, flashing him a dazzling smile that left him breathless. You could tell he wasn’t used to you being so kind.

“Who do you think I am? Of course, I still have that bottle with me.” He told you while taking the bottle out of his jacket. He opened it and gave the bottle to you, gifting you with the first sip. You took the glass in your hand and quickly gulped two large sips. You coughed a little while you felt it burning through your throat. You loved the feeling.

“That’s something strong.” You muttered when you didn’t feel the burning sensation anymore.

“I should’ve chosen something different. I really thought you would like it.” Seongwha pouted, and you wanted to pinch his adorable little cheeks. You didn’t pinch his cheeks due to the reason that you’re only starting to befriend each other.

“I do like it. I’m just not used to drinking something that strong, but I do like it. Believe me.” You comforted him while he took a large gulp from the bottle. He simply smiled at you, and it told you enough. His smile represented the comfortable feeling that accompanied whenever the two of you were together.

You sat down on the ground and motioned for Seongwha to come to sit next to you. He happily accepted your offer. Your thighs almost touched his, but you didn’t dare to intervene in his personal space. You had danced seductively together, but everyone knows that dancing doesn’t really mean anything.

“I wish there were stars to see.” You whispered softly while you let your head rest on his shoulder. You felt his body shake with a silent laugh, and you mentally prouder yourself that you could make someone like him laugh.

“Who needs stars when they have you next to them?” He told you honestly. You could hear it in his voice that he was sincere. He wasn’t chatting you up with pick-up lines with the sole reason to get in your pants. He was telling you this with sincerity.

“Are you saying I’m as pretty as the stars?” You asked him softly, keeping your head on his shoulder, so he couldn’t see the redness on your face. You felt like you were permanently blushing when you were near Seonghwa.

“I would say prettier, but that’s more a personal preference, I think.” He told you before softly brushing his lips over your head. It was a soft act, and it did melt your heart, but you felt this kind of desire for the man. Maybe it was the alcohol making you bolder, but you liked to be around him while he was touching you.

“It’s funny because when you looked at the view, I thought you were more beautiful.” You softly confessed, and you felt Seongwha tensing underneath you. Maybe you went a bit too far with that. Perhaps he thought you were like all these other girls throwing themself at him. You took the bottle in your hands and took a large sip. The alcohol burning your insides, keeping you warm when you weren’t attached to Seonghwa anymore. As always Seongwha was responsive to your needs and draped his jacket over your shoulders. You looked up at him.

“You looked cold.” He told you while his hands were still on your shoulders. His eyes roamed your face for clues, and you didn’t know what he was searching for.

“Do I have something on my face?” You quickly asked him while hiding your face from him. He took your hands from your face and held them in his larger ones. He simply shook his head. One hand of his cupped your cheek and you didn’t dare to move. You didn’t want to make him run. You actually wanted him to touch you.

“You can kiss me, you know.” You confirmed softly. He still looked unsure about what to do, but you moved a bit closer to him, urging him to close the gap. A small smile found its way on his face before letting his pink lips meet yours. It wasn’t like one of those close-mouthed kisses. It was a full-on, openmouthed, almost sexual kiss. And you loved it. The way your lips fit like two puzzles. When he broke away after what felt like ages, he looked at you. You gently lean in again and kiss his warm lips. He holds your head in his hand while he pulls you into a fiery and passionate kiss.

Your hands worked their way around his body, feeling each line of his perfect physique. You lie on your back as he matches your body’s form. His hands venture over your body, exploring every curve with hunger. You pull apart again and open your eyes. You stare deeply into each other’s eyes. His were filled with wonder and passion, and yours must have mirrored the same sentiment. Seongwha leans in and leaves soft kisses up and down your neck. You let out a whimper of anticipation, but Seongwha worked his way back to your lips. As you kiss you roll him over and lie on top of his strong muscular body. You run your lips up to his neck and finish with a loving kiss on his smooth lips.

This is not what you’d thought would happen when he asked ‘to go on an adventure’ but your certainly not going to object. Seonghwa’s fingers were electric, or they must be, for wherever they touch your skin tingles in a frenzy of static. As his hands move over your body, your mind is unable to process the pleasure so fast. It most definitely isn’t the first time for either of both of you, but you’re so nervous you’d never know it. There’s something about him that lights you up from the inside, and that melts all your confidence to nothing at all. Touching him is like being handed the holy grail. You started to unbutton his shirt, and he turned his head.

“Are you sure?” He asked you softly while his eyes were filled with lust.

You smiled and continued until you got to his jeans. Your hands shook in anticipation. Your head was filled with crazy thoughts. Half of them horny teen thoughts while the others were more like admiring Seonghwa’s beauty.

“What do you want?” Seonghwa asked while he positioned himself back on top of you. You admired your hard work of unbuttoning his shirt, showing off his barely-there abs. Your mouth watered at the sight of him shirtless with his jeans open, showing off his hard erection. It felt almost sinful to look at Seonghwa like that, but you didn’t let that stop you. His hand were taking off your clothes, and you gladly helped him with his task. He got rid of your shirt and his jacket quickly before his lips were on your nipples. He sucked until he got a sinful moan out of your mouth. Your back arched into his, showing him the pleasure that pulsed through your body.

“What do you want, baby?” Seongwha asked you again, halting all his previous actions. You were a whining mess under him, and he looked proud of himself.

“Seonghwa, please, please fuck me…” You started while staring into his eyes. His eyes might be your favourite part about Seonghwa, as they didn’t tell you lies. Not that his mouth did, but you trusted his lust-filled eyes. “Hard.” You finally finished your sentence, and you heard Seonghwa groan before kissing your neck again. You held his head while your fingers travelled through his hair. You moved back down to his back where you fingers followed his spine. Sinful groans were heard by your ear while Seonghwa was enjoying the attention.

He pulled off your pants before getting rid of his. He tried to be gentle with your clothing, not to rip the lace, but it was hard. You were simply in your underwear, and you couldn’t hide. Seonghwa must have noticed your uneasiness.

“You’re breathtaking.” He whispered into your ear before kissing your neck. “Absolutely stunning.” He continued while his hands were caressing your body, slowly, his hands on your legs, always just a little lower than the kisses. You feel your back arch in anticipation, knowing where his fingers will soon reach.

As Seonghwa finally thrusts inward, all you can see is his face, and the sky almost midnight blue, the moon a white crescent. Your breaths rise in visible puffs, and though there is a soft wind, you are warm with one another. It’s hard to hold back, to make the moment last. Isn’t it always that way? People are still so caught between the intoxication of the climax and extending a moment we never want to end. You were intoxicated by Seonghwa’s presence. Not just his breathtaking looks or his teasing smile. You were excited by everything he had to offer.

The next morning you woke up alone in your bed. Last night Seonghwa had fucked you on the rooftop of your building, and you had liked it. This morning you weren’t so sure anymore. Was it because you had seen San being close with someone else? Was it because Seonghwa actually seemed to care for you that you caved. You weren’t the type to do one night stands, and from what you had gathered Seonghwa wasn’t either. Where would that leave the two of you? You weren’t ready for a relationship. You were considering skipping your Monday class because you weren’t prepared to see Seonghwa again after last night.

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hyucksong · 5 years ago

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nct 127 ; their s/o is clingy while sick

a/n : i decided to make this a reaction // scenario thingy and i’;; be doing all the 127 members !!! sorry if it’s not that you wanted !

reaction: s/o is clingy while sick, but they’re never touchy otherwise because they’re rather independent

taeyong;

taeyong does NOT except this

one day you’re dodging his cheek kiss,,,,

and the next your cuddling up next to him on the couch drinking hot tea for your sore throat

he’s not he type to tease you about it, because he simply just wants you to continue doing it

you BETCHA that he’s going to savor the moment, because it NEVER happens

he simply just smiles and wraps his arm around you, giggling when you snuggle into his chest even more

you end up falling asleep on him, and he just lets you lay there until the next morning, in his arms

he smiles when he sees your embarrassed face

jaehyun;

jaehyun strikes me as a lazy lover,,,like a soft and lazy cuddling lover

he knows you’re sick because he just heard you sneeze five times in a row and transition into a hacking fit

also by the way you’re slouching when you walk into the kitchen with your hair matted and intense eyebags under your eyes

but what he doesn’t expect is the back hug you give him

you two are new lovers so any skinship is rare and quick and shy

especially since you’re not touchy and kind of hate to be constricted

so when you wrap your arms around his figure when he’s making scrambled eggs, he chokes a little

he attempts to cover his ears because they’re going very red right now

but he relaxes a little when he hears you grumble into his back, and decides that he’;; tease you about it when you’re not snotting against his shirt

johnny;

a total tease

he’s the type to dodge your affection just to mock you because you always do it to him, as well as tease you about it

he’s talking with someone at the dorms, sitting at the table, casually scrolling through his phone and cracking jokes at mark

when you show up sniffling

johnny turns around to ask if you’re okay but see’s the crinkled tissue in your hand and automatically knows

he just smirks and turns around, continuing to talk to mark and ignoring your pleas for his attention

and when you wrap your arms around his sitting figure he fakes complains

“get off !! you’re sick y/n !”

and you just pout and turn around, going back to your room while johnny snickers and follows after you, to cuddle in the privacy of his room

taeil;

we all know that taeil is super touchy with people he loves and finds cute, like winwin and haechan

so you not being very affectionate drives him crazy sometimes and makes him a little sad

but that makes every little thing you do mean so much more, so it’s worth it

you’ve been sitting on the couch in your apartment all way, opposite to taeil because you don’t want to get him sick

and you’ve grown pretty tired of his whining to sit next to him and cuddle him like everyone else does with their s/o

so you decide to get up and go to the kitchen for something warm to eat or drink

but that’s also when you catch sight of taeil’s genuinely sad expression and his downcast eyes

so you think; eh who gives a flying fuck

and you bend down very quickly to kiss him, his mind barely having time to reaction to your lips against his

and he’s honestly still frozen as you grumble,

“don’t get mad at me if your catch me cold”

but he doesn’t really hear it over the sound of his beating heart

doyoung;

doyoung’s also not the touchiest person, though he’s still more so than you are

he’s also someone i see being very practical and logical, as well as being rather sassy

so even though he’d be craving your touch because you’ve been sick for a solid three days already

he finds it in himself to ignore you

but one night while your cold is especially bad, and you’re laid on the couch hacking and sneezing and shivering, his facade cracks a little

you take one look at him, and reach your hands out for a hug,,,,and he can’t refuse

your affection is rare and so it doyoung’s, you wanna cuddle when he doesn’t want to, and he wants to cuddle when you don’t want to

so you both wanting to cuddle is a very very very rare thing,,,,and he’s be a fool to pass it up,

even though you cough down his next as he lays on top of you, feeling like a comfortable weight on your chest

winwin;

it’s not that sicheng isn’t touchy, it’s that he’s very shy and relatively quiet, and doesn’t like being too constricted by bone-crushing hugs

so he doesn’t mind all too much that you don’t hover around him with love, he prefers it when it’s just the two of you

he feels kind of bad because you’re sick and walking around your shared apartment with a blanket wrapped around you in one of his over-sized hoodies

he wants to hug you, but doesn’t think you want to be touched and is honestly a little to shy to blatantly smother you

also he’s not up for getting sick

he thinks you’ll sit next to him on the ouch at least, and watch some Chinese variety show with him,,,,but he doesn’t expect you to sit on his LAP

he feels his eyes bulge out of his sockets when you sit down on his, cuddling into his chest and wrapping the blanket even tighter around yourself,,,,

he manages to stutter out a response

“w-what are you doing???”

you just kind of give him a sad look “sorry i’m just really cold, i’ll get off you”

but when you try to leave he just wraps his arms around you and pulls you in even more

“it’s fine -- i don’t want you to be cold or anything”

yuta;

yuta,,,,we aLL know he’s one touchy motherfucker

normally he HAS to just like kidnap you into his arms and hug you until you stop complaining and just give in to his love and affection

sometimes he wonders how he, a boa constrictor in human form, fell in love with you, a recluse

so it’s needless to say that you never initiate anything because well,,,,he just does it for you

but you’ve just come down with a pretty bad fever and yuta’s not home right now and.....you really just want someone to cuddle with because you feel horrible

and when the door unlocks to reveal and smiling yuta,,,,you think god is real

so you wait for him to come over and kiss you on the forehead, something you pretend to hate, and when he’s about to leave you catch his wrist

“where are you going?”

and he’s just like,,,,,oh???

he teases you, “oh, so now you want my cuddles?” expecting you to bite back,,,but you just nod really shyly and cover your face with your blanket

and he is sold

he just gets under you and lets you lay on him until you fall asleep, running his hands through your rats nest hair

but that doesn’t bother him, he’s just happy you’re laying on top of him right now

mark;

mark is awkward and a pretty frantic person to me

he loves affection but always says he doesn’t because he doesn’t want to be made fun of

but whenever you two are alone, he tries to give you kisses and hugs,,,but not too often because normally you just awkwardly cringe

which hurts his eelings at first,,,and you just have to explain to him it’s because he’s your first boyfriends and no one has ever kissed or hugged you except your family

and he understands, so he tries to ease you into it

starting with simple cheek kisses to long hugs

but he find out pretty fast that you’re also just naturally....not touchy

he’s fine with that, as long as you still love him

so one night after you throw up dinner into the toilet, he’s really concerned, he’s holding your hair away from your face and rubbing your back

and after you’re done, you just quickly brush your teeth before you turn to him and hug him, burying your face into his neck

and he’s frozen like a statue, until he hears your crying and immediately hugs you back while whispering sweet nothings into your ear

though you kinda smell like barf, he still finds you enchanting as you part from him, wiping your eyes

and he leans in to kiss you, but you kiss him first, surprising him

in a good way, of course :)

jungwoo;

jungwoo is a huge affectionate teddy bear and is also a HUGE tease,,,he does NOT let you live

you’re not affectionate? and? he is so you better be prepared for his hugs

he never pushes you too far though, h only kisses you when he thinks you wanna kiss but are too shy

and he nEVER EVER does anything more with you ifyou don’t consent

but come on

hugs?

you’re gonna deny his hugs???

despite this, jungwoo knows not to expect much from you in the touch category

so when you just lay down on top of him in bed one night, and koala hug him,,,he’s a little lost for words

but still happy, nonetheless

he just plasters on a cute little smile as you squeeze him and complain about how you threw up twice today and your everything hurts and how much you hate the headache you have

and he just lays under you, stroking your hair and kissing your head every once in a while,,,,because he knows that once you’re sick you won’t be wanting as much love

so, he decides to give you all the love he can in the few minutes you’re clinging to him

haechan;

he’s just as touchy as yuta and a bigger tease than johnny, as well as you better KNOW that he WILL make fun of you

“oh so now you want to cuddle with me? what happened when last night i tried to cuddle you and you ignored me? huh?”

“oh so NOW you want my attention? what about when i tried to get you attention last night but YOU --”

you get the point

and if you’re in public, or even with the boys andyou suddenly want attention, you can BET that he’s going to shout at the top of his lungs “oH so NOW--”

but,,,he’s not heartless

just a little mischievous

so your sad and sick contorted figure hits a soft spot in his heart

so your whining for attention and kisses that he’d normally bash you for,,,,just makes him smile in affection

he complies and holds both sides of your face and kisses you oh so gently is almost takes your breath away

and when you part he just whispers “do you feel better now, baby?” and you:

confirmed dead

he lets you cling to him with the boys around and you repay him when you’re done being sick by giving him all the attention and cuddles he could ever ask for

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