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rorywritesjunk · 6 months ago

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Down in the dark where the waves won't go, I'm bound to find my way.

Sunny and Buggy disagree over the next steps of their life together leading to them spending time apart.

Rating: PG-13 to be safe for swearing and arguing. Warning: Each chapter will have a specific warning. This one has the couple fighting and disagreeing. Talk of starting a family. Buggy is a jerk and Sunny is stubborn. Word Count: 2,647 A/N: The direct sequel to "No locked upon land...", the fic that started it all. I do not use "You" in this as now that Sunny is an established OC I decided not to go that route. This will be several chapters. Originally (lol) it was just two parts but... but I had to expand but I don't expect it to go much longer than the original fic.

Title comes from "Sailing Song" by S.J. Tucker

Chapter 1 + Chapter 2 + Chapter 3 + Chapter 4 + Chapter 5 + Chapter 6 + Chapter 7 + Chapter 8 + Chapter 9 + Chapter 10 + Epilogue Taglist (only because you seem to express interest on these posts, let me know if you want to be removed!): @hey-august @lostfirefly

Chapter 1

Buggy was wondering if his hearing was going or maybe his ears were full of wax. Maybe all those years of cannons and Buggy Balls finally took their toll on him because he wasn’t sure what he heard his lovely wife just say to him. She had brought him lunch wearing one of her cute dresses - a bright yellow one with orange accents embroidered on. She had her hair down, framing her face, and if Buggy didn’t have to take a shift at the helm he would have made sure to let her know how prettier the dress would look on the floor of his office.

But then she said something as she was putting the plate down and he… he wasn’t sure he completely understood what she said.

“What didja say, babe?” He asked as he took a bite of the sandwich she made. “I don’t think I heard ya.”

She sat down next to him and reached over to hold his hand. She made him such a big sandwich that he needed both hands to eat, but this seemed important so he reluctantly set the sandwich down and let her hold his hand.

“Honey, I love you.”

“I… love you too.” He said, frowning at her words as she gave his hand a squeeze. What was going on? Why was she acting so weird? Was this her way of finally asking for a divorce after all this time? Was she finally throwing in the towel with him? He accidentally kicked her while they were both sleeping last night, but that couldn’t be it, could it? “Babe, look, I’m sorry-”

“Buggy, I’m ready to have a baby.” She smiled. “Or several, I’m not picky.”

“-about-” He stopped, the words entering one ear and out the other. Kids? Why the hell would she want kids? She knew what he was like as a kid, why would she want to raise that? He stared at her, mouth hanging open, before he pulled his hand back and started laughing. “Is this a joke?!”

“No?” Sunny frowned. “I’m being serious.”

“Why the hell would you want to have kids?!” He asked frantically. “Kids with me?! Why?! You saw what I was like, why the hell would you want to deal with that for years and years?!”

She half expected this and she knew how he could get when he was panicky. This would blow over. He had even made an offhand comment a few weeks ago about how having a kid might be nice to carry on his legacy someday. He certainly enjoyed the process.

“Buggy-”

“What’s wrong with you?!” He asked. “That’s a dumb thing to want!”

She crossed her arms and waited for him to calm down. He had pulled his hand away, shaking his head, chattering on how they weren’t ready, it wasn’t the right time, raising a kid on the ship would be horrible, and why would she want a kid with him? She knew that any kid they had could come out looking like him: big red nose in the middle of their face. Why would she want that?

“Should we talk about this later, Buggy?” She asked. He shook his head.

“No! Never! We’re not having kids!” He told her, voice high pitched, almost squawking. “That’s a terrible idea, babe! One of the dumbest ideas I've ever heard!”

Sunny frowned and sat back in her chair. She didn’t expect him to talk to her like that. Maybe she needed to try again later, but what kind of reaction was that? Then again, why was she surprised he was acting over the top? It was very much like him to overreact at times, but his words hurt. She pushed her chair back from the table and stood up to leave but his hand grabbed her wrist. He was looking up at her and she wondered if maybe he would think about it.

“Can you bring me a drink since you’re getting up, babe?” He asked with a grin. “Pleeeease?”

She clenched her jaw and pulled away from him, nodding as she tried to fight back the tears. She managed to keep it together until she left and went to the kitchen.

Sunny had hoped to try and talk to him about it again at bedtime but her feelings were hurt. It might not be the best time. He must have forgotten about their lunchtime conversation because he crawled right into bed next to her, wrapping himself around her and giving her a big kiss on the cheek.

“I love you~” He told her with a grin as he nuzzled her cheek. “You looked so cute in that dress today, babe.”

Well, at least it kind of did the trick. “Yea? Was it cute when you hurt my feelings?”

“I did what?” He looked at her funny. “When? What did I say?”

“Buggy, I told you I wanted to have a baby.” She reminded him. “I’m ready to be a mom.”

Buggy stared at her. He had hoped maybe it was a flight of fancy, that it was something she would have forgotten about. They had talked about kids long ago when they first got married, both agreeing that it wasn’t time, but as time went on and other things came up, he was certain he was never going to be ready. After being in charge of himself as a child for a few days with her a few months ago, he was certain he would never be capable of being a father.

“Yea, well, what if I’m not?! We’re still young!” Buggy insisted as he pulled away from her. “We… we got time, you know, why do you want to rush this? We haven't been married that long!”

“We’ve been married 11 years.” Sunny reminded him. “We’re not getting any younger.”

“We’re not ready.” Buggy shook his head.

“I think we are.” She insisted.

“It’s a terrible idea!” Buggy told her. “Us being parents is the dumbest thing I can think of, you know!” He scooted away from her on the bed and crossed his arms. “We’re not having kids. They’ll ruin my plans.”

Sunny stared at him, feeling the tears well up in her eyes again. “Your plans? What about mine, Buggy? I’ve done so much for your plans, you know, ever since I met you! I’m asking just one thing from you!”

“That one thing that is a lifetime commitment!” Buggy shot back. “We’re not having kids and that’s it!” He huffed in frustration and laid down on the bed, frowning up at her as she looked away from him. “Don’t pout, babe. Go to bed. You want a baby so bad maybe I can get you a tiger cub so Richie can have a friend.”

Sunny wiped at her eyes and sniffed, saying nothing to him as she stayed sitting up. He rolled his eyes. He knew she’d get over it in a few days, hell probably even by tomorrow. He reached over to touch her arm, wanting to cuddle, but she jerked away from him and climbed out of bed.

“Where are you going? It’s bedtime, babe!” He said as he watched her slip on a pair of boots and grab a jacket. “You’re in your pajamas!”

“I need to walk around the ship.” She told him. “I-I need to think, Buggy.”

“Babe, it’s dark out there. Think tomorrow.” He sighed, rolling his eyes again. “I’m serious about getting you a tiger cub. That would be so much better than a kid.”

“Shut up, Buggy.” She snapped at him, catching him off guard as she stalked out of the bedroom, slamming the door behind him. He sat in bed, surprised that she actually left. He figured she would have stayed in the room.

Sunny not talking to him was one of the worst things Buggy ever endured. He spent one week early in their marriage getting the cold shoulder from her and a week had passed since she brought up having kids and she wouldn’t speak to him, not even look at him. He felt she was overreacting to this but he had a surprise for her to make her talk to him again and forget about the idea of ever having kids. He planned a route to swing by the place where they first met, go to the lake where he professed his love to her, and bring her some duck feed. That’s all it would take for her to apologize and insist that Buggy was right all along and that having kids was dumb.

It took them a few days to get there and Buggy kept trying to talk to her, dropping some hints about what he was up to, but she just ignored him. He stomped his foot at one point when she walked right past him after he tried to flirt with her while she was carrying a laundry basket.

“Will you stop ignoring me?!” He whined. “Babe, come on! I got something fun planned for us!”

Sunny stopped, her shoulders drooping as she turned to look at him. Buggy froze, staring at her as he gulped. She wasn’t smiling at him which was upsetting. There was no sparkle in her eye, no happiness in her voice when she spoke. She just… she looked depressed.

“Babe?”

“What, Buggy?” She asked with a sigh. “I’m busy.”

“Oh yea? Too busy to go on a date with me in a few days?” He asked, feeling a dagger to his heart at her just saying his name. She hadn’t been calling him ‘honey’ at all since that argument in the bedroom. Using just his name was hurtful. He at least kept using his nickname for her. “C’mon, it’ll be fun!”

She just shrugged, shifting the basket from one hip to the other. Buggy rubbed his nose and looked away. It was a little weird to him to see that, reminding of when she carried the kid a few times when he had been upset or tired. She looked natural in those moments and admittedly, Buggy had thought maybe they could do it, raise a kid together, have the flashiest brat on all the seas, but just the fear of something going wrong, something happening to Sunny, was enough for him to not want her to go through with it.

“Do I have to?” She asked. His jaw dropped and he stomped his foot again, clenching his fists. “It doesn't sound fun right now.”

“Yes! I’m the Captain and I order you to go on a date with me!” He told her angrily. “And it’s going to be romantic and you’ll have fun, understand?! You’ll forget your stupid idea of having kids and realize I was right for once!”

She stared at him before turning away and heading to their bedroom. Buggy hated that she walked away like that without talking to him, so he added, “Wear that cute pink dress of yours, okay?”

Sunny said nothing and disappeared into their bedroom.

Buggy gave her instructions on what to do, where to go, and what she should wear while they had a breakfast of plain toast and cold bacon. She didn’t have it in her to cook which bothered Buggy. She always cooked the best breakfasts for him but since their fight it had just been… soggy plain toast and cold, greasy bacon. He complained once and after a steely look from her in which she said he could cook his own food next time, he didn't say anything else.

Was his marriage over?

If that was the case, he really had to make sure she remembered why they were in love with each other, that he made her laugh and that she took care of him. Buggy had to make sure his wife didn’t leave him and that she remembered how much she loved Buggy and how much he loved her. They didn’t need to have kids to be happy, they had each other, and if Buggy tried, he could send Mohji out to find Sunny a pet or something to take care of.

He made sure to look his absolute best for this: he shined his shoes, the buttons on his jacket, made sure his clothes were clean, and that his makeup looked fresh. He looked at himself in the mirror, grinning and looking smug as he struck a few poses, winking at himself in the mirror. Sunny was going to love seeing him looking his best. He even wore the cravat she gifted him on his birthday after they first met. She would see that and would realize how much he loved her and that she was being silly for getting upset.

He put Mohji in charge before heading out. He made Sunny leave earlier after getting ready. She didn’t put up a fight which he was pleased with. He had heard that her old boss was about to retire so he suggested she dress up and visit the old hag. He ignored how she glared at him calling Miss Pins that, but she left without a fight. She even wore the dress he wanted to see her in as well as some jewelery.

He had a picnic basket in one hand and a bag of duck feed in the other as he waited by the lake for her. He set things down and crossed his arms over his chest, looking smug at his plan. It definitely had to work. She would show up, impressed he remembered these details, and apologize to him for suggesting they have kids.

Five minutes passed after their agreed upon time. Buggy figured the old hag was talking Sunny’s ear off.

Ten minutes and he wondered if he needed to go rescue her.

Fifteen and… she was coming, right, maybe she got lost?

Twenty minutes and he noticed a little girl wandering around the shelter he and Sunny had to take cover in when he told him how he felt all those years ago during a downpour.

Twenty five minutes passed and the little girl noticed him, smiling brightly as she walked over to him. He stiffened up, looking around to see if she had any other adult she could go talk to, but why was she coming to talk to him?

“Are you a clown?” She asked with a big smile. “I love clowns! They’re so funny! Can you do any tricks?”

“W-Where are your parents, kid?! You don’t just walk up to strangers and ask them that!” Buggy scolded her as he tried to spot any other adult in the area. It was just the two of them. “Go away, my wife is gonna come and we have a date!”

“Ohh.” The little girl looked around. Buggy wasn’t good at ages, but he wondered if maybe she was around 10 or so. She looked around the same size as the kid, maybe a little shorter. “Um… I don’t… I don’t know where my mama and papa are.”

“Well, go find them!” Buggy insisted, giving her a little shove. “I can’t be distracted, now beat it!”

Her little head kept swiveling around, trying to see if she could spot one of her parents. Her blonde hair was pulled back into two braids with little clasps securing them that had two green stones on them. She had freckles on her face, bright eyes filled with tears, and as she looked up at Buggy, sniffling loudly as it dawned on her that her parents weren’t around, he wondered what he just got himself into.

“W-What’s your name, kid?”

She sniffled, tears rolling down her cheeks as she tried to dry her eyes. “M-My name’s Sunny and… and I’m lost!”

She began to cry and Buggy started to panic. This would be the perfect time for his Sunny to walk up and fix everything.

#buggy the clown #buggy the clown x oc #buggy x oc #sunny x buggy #one piece oc #one piece original character #original character #one piece fanfiction #fanfic

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420thewritersroom · 7 months ago

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Got That Cursed Dawg in Him

Whoo-ie, this took slightly longer than intended. I wanted to gift this piece to @averageludwig simply because I LOVE LOVE LOVE their art and their pieces of the Demoman & Soldier makes my heart do backflips AND front flips. This is also highly inspired by @waterwindow art on Twitter that I think about daily, on top of that I love their art and their pieces on Demo & Soldier too.

This is also my first time writing anything involving the TF2 peeps, and I feel like it shows a lot when writing dialogue for the Soldier and Demoman (I didn't bother with doing written accents because...no, not skilled or patient enough to bother with that lol).

Before we continue, just wanted to do a bit of housekeeping, BLU Soldier is named John Doe (full name Johnathan Dodger) and is essentially a BLU Team OC. Same with the BLU Demoman, their name is Harvey (full name Harvey MacLennan). So for those who are confused on why the Soldier is named John instead of Jane, that's why. I also like to interpret the BLU Soldier to be a tad bit smarter (still a massive himbo). Anyway, I hope you enjoy the read!

Characters: RED Demoman (Tavish Finnegan DeGroot), BLU Soldier (John Doe), BLU Demoman (Harvey Maclennan)

Word Count: 2,058

Ships: RED Demoman/BLU Soldier (Boots n Bombs) if you squint

Warnings: Canon Typical Violence (it's not too gratuitous, but it's there), Unresolved Tension, mentions of murder, BLU Soldier is too dumb to not escalate situations to worse heights

John strains to keep himself upright, wobbly staying on his feet as he looks at the RED Demoman across from him under his helmet. Pained breaths escape him as he readjusts the grip on his shovel, having lost his rocket launcher in the fight long ago.

"Tavish," it hurts to talk as John forces himself to try to reach his former friend again, "Tavish, you need to snap out of it!"

He has tried, time and time again, since this fight reignited, to get Tavish to stop this bloodshed he was subjecting both teams to. John said he could talk him out of this blood-frenzied stupor that the RED Demoman was under, that there was no need to trap Tavish in the Respawn system. Or worse, cut him off from it completely. He can be reasoned with. He's one of the most reasonable men with both teams combined.

"You have to let go of that sword, Tavish. You can't let whatever commie trickery that thing is plaguing you with take over. For your sake, listen to me!"

The RED Demoman was slumped forward, arms dangling in front of him while holding on tightly to the Eyelander that dripped fresh blood from its blade. Tavish's remaining eye shone with a cursed green, the outcome of constantly feeding the sword the heads of not only the BLU team but RED as well. The usual rogueish charm that the Demolition Man possessed was gone. In its place, a blood-hungry beast that saw neither friend nor foe, but lambs fit for the slaughter. Despite being wholly empowered by the claymore, the body is still flesh and bone. Tavish, or whomever was possessing him, struggled to keep themselves aloft. They have lost too much blood, and Tavish's body protested any further exertion unless treated.

John, however, looked worse for wear. His uniform was ripped and in tatters, revealing the white tanktop below, which was also showing signs of damage. He lost FAR more blood than Tavish ever did, with multiple cuts that ran deep and oozed his essence all over his attire and on the dirt below. Breathing was haggard and painful for the BLU Soldier to do. Hell, existing was riding him up a wall as hours of fighting and dodging were catching up with him. The only reason he was still kicking was thanks to the few health kits and bottles that were littered about, the dispenser that his team Engineer set up for him (that was now destroyed at this point), and their resident nurse giving him a buff before the confrontation. But his resources were running thin. He practically ran this entire battlefield dry of its health kits and ammo, his rocket launcher and shotgun now only having a single shell and maybe two rockets for him to utilize.

"Heads," a ghostly snarl escapes not from the claymore but from Tavish's mouth, dripping like poison in John's weary ears. "Heads…Heads," the body continued to utter as it tried to inch closer to John. Tavish's body, exhausted from the fight, struggled to place one foot after the other, stumbling here and there as every nerve was demanding that this being stop and let it rest.

John can barely think. He tried talking to Tavish, but nothing was getting through to him. Every plea, insult, and statement was greeted with unbridled violence and horrific screams. Any strategy the war veteran could think of was leaking from his ears (or maybe that's just blood now that he's thinking about it). As Tavish's body lumbered closer, John scrambled mentally on what to do. Shooting Tavish will send him to respawn and will provoke the RED team to damn Tavish to whatever fate they opted to do. But he can't fight him either. Should whatever's controlling the Scotsman gain a second wind, John will be sent through the ringer instead, failing in his mission and pushing both teams to definitely kill Tavish.

Tavish was now within arm's length of the Soldier, scrapping the Eyelander beside him on the dirt ground and ready to swing the weapon at John's head. John isn't sure what compelled him to do this. Perhaps he was hinging on the possibility that their past friendship still lingered somewhere in Tavish's mind. Maybe it was a final distraction tactic he opted to pull out from under the possessed Demoman's feet. Regardless of what the reasons were, John pushed himself to get dangerously close to the deranged Demoman.

And he kissed him.

The kiss might as well be two kids on the playground pressing lips together, thinking this is "how adults kiss" or woeful virgins awkwardly "kissing" each other. The sensuality was lost between the two of them; their lips connected, but the desire that usually comes with it was in the other room.

Yet, John couldn't help but feel his heart flutter a bit. He tells himself that it's just the adrenaline and fatigue that caused his heart to skip a beat, kicking away the dawning fear that he might still harbor the same feelings that he felt all those years ago; before their fallout, before the Demoman betrayed his trust. But despite these affirmations he tried to hammer into his head, his lips still lingered far too long than they should have. But it must be doing something; Tavish has yet to raise his Eyelander at him.

John mentally had to rip himself away from the Demoman, quickly stepping back should the RED fiend decide to take a swipe at him. What he saw before him took him aback as the RED Demoman stared at the BLU Soldier with a wide eye. The color of Tavish's remaining eye no longer glowed a misty green, but it wasn't back to the usual brown that it was before. Instead, his eye was a startingly alluring emerald green.

"…Tavish?" John says carefully.

There's a brief moment of silence between the two, and John decides to take further initiative in this temporary standstill. "Tavish, you have to give me the sword. You're out of control, out of line, even for someone of your expertise."

The Demoman remained still, his face filled with foggy confusion as he seemingly was slowly coming to his senses. John took this moment of uncertainty to his advantage as he leisurely reached for the sword.

"If you don't let go of this communist contraption you found, they'll kill you. You hear me? They. Will. Kill. You, Maggot," despite the insult, it held none of the searing bite that it usually conveys. John silently thanks his helmet for shadowing his eyes as he used the concealment to prevent the RED Demoman from seeing him eyeing his sword.

"You may not be a red, white, and blue-blooded American, but I know you can fight whatever has plagued your English-muddled brain." John was so close to the sword that he could taste it. Just a millimeter longer, and he'll end this nightmare once and for all-

Tavish's eye suddenly flares in anger, shoving John away from him and placing extra distance from the BLU Soldier. "Then let them kill me. Maybe Heaven or Hell will have more use for me than this wasteland of a state!"

John stares at Tavish dumbfounded, his helmet slightly ajar to glimpse his blue eyes. "Tavish, you don't know what you're saying-"

"I know EXACTLY what I'm saying. Haven't had a drop of scrumpy since I've started this rampage."

So he was aware? All this time?

"What? You think I'm that ill-willed to just LET a dead son of a bitch take me over without an inch of a fight, eh? I fought the goddamn loche, read a cursed book, and lost me eye for it."

Not a single word was slurred or interrupted by an untimely burp. John was lost for words, unsure of how to respond.

"But, why? You're terrorizing both teams consorting with that weapon, letting it whisper Russian nonsense into your ears!"

"Firstly, this sword isn't from fucking Russia; let's put that through your tin-canned skull first. Secondly, I let it take over because I allowed it."

"But WHY?" Soldier couldn't restrain his growing impatience, his tone resorting back to his usual drill sergeant demeanor.

"Wouldn't you like to know."

"Don't back sass me, you one-eyed Scot son of a bitch. Your whiskey-drinking life is on the goddamn line."

"See, that right there," the Demoman points at the Soldier accusingly, "Maybe if you'd stop with those demeaning jokes, we wouldn't be in this mess!"

"Jokes? It's what you are, Tavish! You have one eye, and you drink! What else am I supposed to call-" John stops himself, his mind finally clicking back into gear and understanding where Tavish was coming from. "Ah, so drinking wasn't enough, was it? Gotta bully everyone else, all because of your own damn insecurities, is that it?"

"You shut your bucket-wearing trap," Tavish growled, his remaining eye threatening John with a ghostly mist.

"Maybe if you actually faced your own demons instead of trying to drown them out with whiskey and blood, you'd be half the man you wished you were."

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Tavish's eye becomes fully enveloped in the same cursed green color as his fury rises to new heights. "YOU HAVE LITTLE ROOM TO TALK FOR SOMEONE WHO WAS PLACED IN A MENTAL HOSPITAL FOR DECIMATING THEIR WHORE OF A GIRLFRIEND!"

Though this should've struck a cord in John, it instead made his spine and skin run cold as a shiver coursed through him. Nevermind that Tavish screamed to the heavens a secret he wished was left buried in its grave, but John completely lost the plot of what he was supposed to be doing. If anything, he reignited and made worse the Demoman's conviction to fucking kill him.

"T-Tavish, wait," John tried to backpedal, kicking himself mentally for letting his emotions run his mouth. But it was too late. The familiar sounds of Tavish's ungodly screams came rushing at him, and he had little time to run. Hell, he even tripped on himself attempting to run away from the bull that was the RED Demoman.

Thank his stars and garters that the Eyelander clanged against steel instead of his flesh and bone.

John is unsure when the BLU Demoman appeared or where they came from, but he was slightly grateful that the demolitionist stood between him and the willfully possessed Tavish.

"We gave you ten minutes, you took an hour, and we waited, John," Harvey's soft voice pierced through John like a hot knife to butter.

John panics as the possibility of Tavish meeting a fate worse than death becomes a painful inevitability in his mind. He scrambles through his words, thoughts not connecting to his lips, "Harv, please, just give me more time-"

"I gave you all the time in the world, Soldier. But something has to be done," Harvey grunts, and his words felt cold to the touch, but he does not raise his voice. Keeping a steady tone that, to an untrained ear, he might as well be as serene as a monk.

The BLU Demoman ends the standstill between him and his RED counterpart, building distance by kicking Tavish away with amazing strength. A prowess even the BLU Soldier didn't know his BLU companion possessed.

The RED Demoman's back slams against the outer walls of one of the buildings. With that previous stalemate, Tavish's body felt a renewed vigor as it slumped forward, and from his mouth, a familiar, venomous hiss escaped his lips, "Heads."

"If there's anything good that came out of your distraction, most of BLU have convened with RED, and they're plotting what to do with this beast once it's down." Harvey tilts his head to look at John, "Either you join them, or you help me keep this monster down."

John, from under his helmet, lingers between the two Demomen, searching through his mind how he can still salvage this situation. Ultimately, he settles on helping Harvey in the moment, and hopes to contain Tavish should they weaken him again. The BLU Soldier gets back on his feet, shovel in hand and stands with his BLU companion.

"I know you both have history, but that can not hold you back from doing what must be done, Johnathan," the BLU Demoman softly says.

"I know," John answers.

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Hey, you made it to the end of the story, congrats :D

My main inspiration for making this piece, aside from Waterwindow's art piece, was because I have yet to see anyone put Demoman in the "unwillingly or willingly becomes possessed by an entity that takes over their body completely and they're so deep in the possession sauce that they require the power of friendship to save them or have to be put down like a dog for the sake of the world" trope, and I decided to clumsily make this a reality.

I can just imagine, especially when he gains the Eyelander and his friendship with the BLU Soldier is broken, that Tavish goes through a spiral of emotions as he questions his self-worth and feels guilty for betraying his friend all for a cursed sword. And his guilt and self-hatred eats up at him and he becomes vulnerable to the influence of the Eyelander and lets the sword put him on auto pilot, allowing the spirit within to go on a mindless rampage against both RED and BLU team.

#Team Fortress 2 #TF2 #TF2 Demoman #TF2 Soldier #Boots n Bombs

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limbusimagines · 2 years ago

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Hi Mod Liqui! I'm so happy to see someone writing for LC. This game is so cool but a bit hard xD

Could you write a platonic! reader(gender neutral) x emil? Reader may or may not be a sinner. As for genre, maybe angst but with a happy ending? Like reader is in danger but our german boi is here to save us. Hope that makes sense lol

Thank you in advance!

p.s. sorry if I said smth dumb. I struggle a lot with english

Of course! Also no worries hehe, you came across perfectly fine! Congratulations on being the first ask!

Sinclair saving civilian Reader

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

You just had to have been stupid enough to dart out of your dingy home without checking the time properly. Your adrenaline fueled mind hadn't made the connection to cast a glance at the LED clock on your nightstand after you had realized your cat had bolted out of your apartment through a window you had forgotten to close.

Rushing through the streets in your pajamas like a disheveled madman, you hadn't yet realized the danger that would continue to arise with every call of your cat's name.

It was only once you found the poor thing with paws layered a deep black and fur matted with grime and dirt, fearfully trodden deep within the backstreets, you had realized the situation you were in.

While your adrenaline addled self was too busy coaxing your terrified cat down a rusted apartment fan unit she had somehow leaped to, a hulking figure began to approach you.

The unpleasant grind of metal against metal working in unison to approach you gave way to another presence and you were (unfortunately) able to recognize what this presence was.

Rusted plates, quiet whine of release valves, a stark and stained blade, and piercing amber glow.

It was 3am in the backstreets, and you found yourself in the middle of a sweeper cleanup.

Instincts kicked in, and you bolted.

Despite the frenzied thoughts going through your mind, you had managed to pick out a single coherent one & figured it was better you than your poor cat, who you wish you could've taken better care of.

You weaved corner after corner, ungracefully leaping across some piles of rubbish, nailing a couple of rough landings that your ankles nearly gave way to. You'd hadn't looked back at your pursuers to see if they had gained distance on you, you didn't want to.

You figured that, maybe, by some stroke of luck, if you could bear through the burning of your lungs and ache of your feet long enough, you would be able to run into a fixer office.

However, you approach a dead end.

Perfect. Excellent.

It was over, you had officially taken the reward for Dumbass Of The Year. You didn't even want to bother with a prayer or some grim ovation as a testament to your life as the seconds count down. Your cat was the only one who would've ever really known you were missing.

You let out a derisive snort and, in an act of complete defeat, hunched down. Accepting your gruesome end.

However, what bode for you wasn't exactly as you had thought.

Wet, light steps sounded out, the rhythm of it's approach sounded.. cautious? It was as if they were carefully inspecting the scene of some wreck, the metaphorical wreck being you. You could tell this wasn't a sweeper.

You looked up and, what you saw was a stark contrast to your expectations.

A short, dirty blonde boy, clad in a black coat with red accents and a slightly yellowed from age dress shirt with suspenders and a red tie.

He was carefully holding your cat.

"..Um, I think this is yours?" He delicately called out.

Despite your heart hammering out of your throat, you could tell from your assessment, he did not belong to any fixer association you were aware of, which did set off some internal alarms but he seemed to have no ill-intent and even went out of his way to fetch your cat.

"W..Where's the..-- There are sweepers," Your voice was frail and taught, "Here. There are sweepers out. One was..--"

The boy flinched and looked around, nervously scanning the area.

"Oh, um, I think I got that one that was targeting you..?" He looked back, clearly unsure of how to approach your terrified figure.

He cast a glance at your cat in his arms and delicately smiled.

"I never had a pet when I was young." He seemed unsure of what to say now, as he tentatively outstretched his arms as he lowered himself to the ground, letting your cat comfortably ease out of his hands.

You, on the other hand, leaned against the wall that caved you into this dead end, breathing a sigh of relief as you felt the adrenaline begin to wear off. Your lungs and feet were burning, but that couldn't have been as worse as death.

The boy looked at you with a sympathetic look, seemingly wanting to offer a reply, before your cat had begun to rub herself between his legs.

He let out a small laugh and you straightened back up to call out, "Mimi! Come on! you've caused enough trouble for the fixer tonight, last thing he needs is your dirty ass hair on his work suit!"

Despite your scolding words, there was a mental reassurance behind it. You had been saved, your cat had been saved, you could go home with her. You had known living in the backstreets was not a cakewalk and had heard of all the horror stories, so it was for that, you felt as if you could burst into tears.

"Heheh.. it's no problem, um.." The boy hesitated, you could tell that naturally in his manner of speaking he wanted to roll your name off his tongue but had not much to go by. You noticed this and shared it with him. He repeated it back to you to affirm he had been listening.

"Right, as I was saying," He cautiously reached to pick up your cat once again, who had still been lovingly rubbing her face against his legs, "It's really no problem."

He walked closer towards you, dropping your cat near your side as he took a couple of gentle pets on her head.

"She's a sweetheart." He remarked.

You pondered back on his earlier comment about never having a pet, and wondered why he had even bothered with you in the first place.

Almost as if he read your mind, he continued, "Uhm.. as I said earlier, I never really had a pet. Closest thing was the bugs and worms."

You let out a tiny smile, and gave him a curious stare.

"Bugs and worms?" You would've offered a witty follow-up, if it wasn't for the fact this man had saved you seconds ago, so you held your tongue.

He seemed to nervously recount his earlier sentence, as if he were embarrassed over saying the wrong thing, nonetheless he replied.

"Yeah.. um, I'd feel bad for stepping on them, I had named 'em too, y'know. So, when I heard you earlier, calling out for your cat and all, curiosity got the best of me and.. well, I don't think I could've not intervened."

Silence fell over the both of you, as you cryptically stared back at him.

"T-Thank you.." The light of the moon happened to catch his ID at a perfect angle and, you could make out his name from it.

"Sinclair. Huh.." A small smile tugged at the corner of your lips.

Mimi grazed her head against your chest, and you reciprocated the attention she craved.

"You're more than welcome to pet her, Sinclair." You follow up, "It seems she's taken a liking towards you."

The boy, now recognized as Sinclair, slightly tenses up. Uncertainty painting his expression as he muses on a thought.

"Well, I can't be here too long but.."

He cradles Mimi's head, hesitation to touch her completely dissolved.

"I think I can go and escort you two back." A gentle look falls over his face as he watches your cat, "Wouldn't want anything to happen to this sweet girl."

Your heart fills up a bit, not in the sense you were infatuated with Sinclair, but you were always appreciative of those that respect and dote on animals.

You had a feeling the walk back wouldn't be short of conversation between you two.

#sorry if this is all over! its been a while so im shakin the crust off #hope you enjoy!#sinclair x reader #emil sinclair x reader #limbus company #limbus company bus #limbus headcanons #project moon #projmoon #request #headcanon

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officialesmilgram · 8 months ago

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perhaps in another life we could’ve known eachother

this is mainly just gonna be es and mu, but it’s platonic, so you can either read it as friendship or a relationship! it’s also slightly long lol

I don’t really write that often, but I wanted to write something!! (it might not be the best, but I was really bored and I couldn’t fall asleep) the story is under the cut!!

“es-san!” mu yelled happily, holding a random bag filled to the brim of candy and other bright snacks. the snacks seemed to be from one of her vacations, as they weren’t in japanese, perhaps french?

“what is it?” es responded blankly, staring at mu’s overbearingly positive face. “I got you a snack from my trip to france! come, I want to give some to you!” mu said, seemingly not minding es’s attitude.

”you know I dont really eat sweets, remember?” es said, it wasn’t that they hated sweets, it was just that once they started eating some, they wouldn’t stop. it was a problem that they were slightly embarrassed to address. “oh come on, please? I bought it for you, you know?” mu put a frown on her face, basically pouting. es sighed. “just one, you hear that? I’m not even sure if I’ll like it..”

“haha, I’m not sure if you’ll want just one after trying it, but sure!” mu’s frown was quickly replaced by a happy smile. what a great actor she is, es thought.

mu hastily picked out a snack for es, and seemed to save some for herself later. she also mentioned giving some to rei one of her friends later. “here, here! try this one! the brand is quite popular in france, you know? so you might like it!”

es looked at the snack she chose. it was a white bag with pinkish red gummies inside. the brand was written in the english alphabet, and es couldn’t quite read english yet. “can you read it?” es asked mu, she knew french, right? mu smiled at es. “of course! It’s called haribo tagada!” when she said the name, she had a slight accent.

mu handed the bag to es. es also noticed a funny looking mascot on the bag. “the mascot.. it’s odd. it looks like a red blood cell. is that on purpose?” mu looked at the bag. “i don’t think it’s on purpose, you’re just over analyzing it, you know?” mu shrugged.

es nodded, slightly annoyed, but oh well. perhaps it wouldn’t be that bad. they opened the bag, (they struggled a bit, but it wasn’t their fault! it was the designers fault, totally..) they started looking at the gummies closely. “why are you inspecting it? it’s not poisoned or anything.” mu said, noticing that they were inspecting the gummies, almost like a health official.

“just.. making sure that you didn’t trick me into eating something dumb.” es said in response; looking at mu instead of the gummies now. mu frowned, albeit a bit playfully. “you know I would never do that, right?” she grinned. es rolled their eyes.

es took a small bite of one of the gummies. to their surprise, it was very sweet. It had a similar texture to marshmallows, yet the center was slightly sweeter than expected, it had a strawberry flavor. it wasn’t stale or dry yet, surprisingly, yet it not being stale made sense. after all, mu had only recently left for her vacation. it was… about 3 or 4 days, and mu had got back only yesterday, if es remembered correctly.

“so? are they good?” mu waited for a response, smiling patiently. “they’re… sweeter than expected. they’re good, I guess.” es scoffed, trying to make it sound that they didnt really care much about the taste.

mu frowned, before she smiled. “you sure? just good?” es nodded, a bit stiffly. she hadn’t noticed, had she? es hoped she didn’t, she would definitely tease them for weeks if she found out. “if you say so..” mu says.

es didn’t seem to notice her grin. she hid it while eating some of the snacks she chose for herself.

“so es…” mu’s voice seemed to trial off, or did it? why couldn’t es hear her? she was right in front of them. their surroundings also started to become fuzzy, as if engulfed in fog.

suddenly es jumped up, but they weren’t with mu anymore. they were in their room, sitting on their chair with paperwork on their desk. they gasped, slightly surprised that the dream wasn’t real. “what.. what an odd dream.” es wondered out loud. no one was in the room, so it didn’t really matter. they looked at their paperwork, they soiled it with ink. “that’s a nuisance... how annoying.” es scoffed. they would probably have to get more paper.

they would also ignore mu prisoner 004for awhile. to get rid of the thought of that dream, which they probably should’ve called a nightmare, now that they think of it.

#milgram au #writing #milgram #milgram muu #muu kusunoki #milgram es #es milgram #i wrote this for fun #it’s not that good

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melisusthewee · 2 years ago

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WIP Wednesday!!!

Pretend there’s a cool graphic here. Perhaps I’ll have time to make one some day soon. Or if anyone wants to whip one up for me, I’ll draw your blorbo as an exchange of goods and services.

Anyways! On to the sharing! I was really pleasantly surprised with last week and how many people shared with each other what neat things they were working on and kept the chain going. So I’m doing it again! Remember, there’s no pressure, but show me what you’re working on! What neat things do you have cooking in either the Dragon Age or otherwise fandoms?

I myself don’t have a whole lot this week. I’ve been suffering from an overwhelming number of ideas and brain bugs and can’t really sit down to complete any of them. Instead I’m bouncing from idea to idea like a ping pong ball. I did a little more work on my Inquisitor’s character sheet this week, focusing on his post-Trespasser design as head of Divine Victoria’s honour guard.

(Art and discussion of concept ideas, as well as tag list are below the cut.)

For context, this was the original “design” which was done last year and mostly on a dare after making the joke that the Divine’s bodyguards in Trespasser were just wearing recoloured versions of Sebastian’s outfit and “lol wouldn’t Quinn look dumb in that.” I added a few elements of Divine Victoria’s armour - mainly with the red fur mantle but it’s pretty basic.

This was my first pass at the redesign for Quinn’s new reference sheet done a couple months ago. I kept the shoulders the same, but tried to lean into Divine Victoria’s armour more. Unfortunately, I don’t think it suits a male figure or it just didn’t really translate well for me. The addition of texture/embossing on parts of the armour also made it feel a bit too busy for me more than looking decorative or elegant. It also didn’t look like it allowed for much movement in the torso and while I make the dark joke that Quinn is so drunk and depressed at this point in his life that it’d make sense to strap him into armour that forces him to stay upright, compared to the other outfits I’ve redesigned this just... didn’t feel it.

Here is my more recent pass at the redesign! Again, the shoulders are largely untouched. I like the idea of the armour completely covering what remains of his left arm, plus it has the added practicality of likely having a strap at the bottom that wraps around the bottom of his sleeve securing it into place. The bracer on his right arm has also largely been left alone - it’s a hold over from some of his Inquisitor gear in one of my designs and I like carrying bits over... like a wardrobe evolution. It also shows that Quinn has personal attachment to articles of clothing and accessories. The fur mantle of the Divine is still there... never gonna get rid of it, but it’s sort of combined/blended with the in-game body guard appearance. The chest has also been flattened and simplified, going back to resembling the body guard/Sebastian chest piece but a little larger and more protective. Plus the hint of plate layering too. The scaled coat is still there as the under layer, but it’s less prominent or visible. There is a vest between the armour and the scale coat to give the breast plate a little more friction to stay in place. It will likely be red with gold accents. All the embossing on the armour has been removed. I am unlikely to bring it back.

The waist design was also re-worked, taking inspiration from one of my favourite artists’ character design work in Fire Emblem. The Roman-esque belted skirt is more of a half-skirt, with a fabric skirt draped over part of the belt. I’ve blocked out a section where I am going to experiment with embroidery patterns similar to what I’ve done on previous outfits to give this more of a my-idea-of-the-Trevelyans feel. I haven’t done a colour test yet. But I do think I like this better overall.

Close up of his face, if you like. He’s so sad. He’s so tired. He needs a beard shave and a haircut.

Tagging with absolutely no pressure: @rosella-writes @roguelioness @potatowitch @cleverblackcat @noire-pandora @darethshirl @kittynomsdeplume @little-lightning-lavellan @little--abyss @plisuu @blarrghe @inquisitoracorn @morganlefaye79 @knuttydraws @knightdawn @n7viper @sulky-valkyrie @drag-on-age @oxygenforthewicked @bluewren @nirikeehan @effelants @greypetrel @scribbledquillz @transprincecaspian @transfenris-truther @jellydishes @absyntthe @idolsgf @terencessong @internetdoashouting

As always, if you would like to be added or removed, please let me know. Don’t feel shy or bad about it! You can even DM me privately and know one else has to know!

#i need to make a spreadsheet for this #no one say anything about the rat man #unless it's to agree both he and quinn have great hair and facial hair #i have a type #and I'm cool with that

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smilesrobotlover · 10 months ago

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what inspired your Link’s outfits? I love them!

Thank you! I’m not sure what inspired them but I’ll just talk about them (without pictures cuz I can’t 😔)

Sky: I really loved the green color he had from LU, how everyone had a deeper green shade while he had a lighter, more minty green shade (maybe not minty green but sh), so I went with that color cuz it suited him so well! I also like him having his sash so I keep them. His design sorta changed, I originally had him wearing more baggy clothes, but I added bracers and tightened up his clothes a tad. I also kept his green pants from the beginning of the game cuz I thought that’d look quirky. The biggest things were the sailcloth and loftwing feather. I always vibed with feather earrings, and I wanted the feather to be king, but when I actually drew it, it was a HUGE pain. So I removed it and just put it on his belt. And I put the sailcloth on his belt as well cuz I HATE drawing capes lol. Luckily drawing Sky for a bit made me realize what I liked and disliked about his design so I was able to change some things. I do love the diamond thing on his chest. Admittedly LU inspired the design a lot lol, but in the end I kept some stuff for myself :)

Minish: the Minish clothes inspired his shirt! I found his og shirt very bland so I spiced things up with a leafy shirt and called it a day UwU. I also liked him having a headband with an Ezlo pendant at the end, thought it looked cute! And I think I added some metal toes cuz what if you dropped a hammer on your feet? Anyways, it’s safe to say LU inspired a lot of these designs and I’m not ashamed to admit that (LU did NOT inspire this au tho)

Time: I was actually inspired by bonus Links with their oot Link having a vest. I thought it was a cute and gave my Time a more farm outfit. I made his shirt a more forest green and gave him a weird eyepatch to cover half his face, and then gave him cowboy boots cuz I thought they looked cool. I lvoe his pants cuz he looks like a sexy mom so there’s that lol. Also, about his hair, this is an unpopular opinion but I prefer his short and spiky hair 😔 I’m sorry to the folks who loved the long ponytail. I also added some gloves that I think are strength gloves that aren’t ungraded? Made his outfit more battle ready (in the beginning the Links were in more comfy clothes but I didn’t like that)

Legend: oh boy, he probably has my fav design lol. I sorta added this red sash thing to go against his green shirt and I think it turned out cool! And the red accents look dope as well! I’m particularly proud of his boots, which sorta resemble the Pegasus boots (I think that’s what they’re called 😭). Also I love the idea of legend link hating pants so he wears shorts. He hates pants. He’s just like me fr

Hyrule: I’m not sure how much of Lu inspired my Hyrule, but I always ADORED Lu Hyrule’s floofy hair so I kept that. I kinda like his clothes being baggy and casual, and I made his boots a little scuffed since he travels a lot. Idk what is going on with his design tho. I cant think of anything specific that I did with his design minus the boots and turtle neck (I noticed one of the designs for Zelda 2 had link in a turtle neck and I thought that was perfect for Hyrule). Yeah not many thoughts. Just like the amount of thoughts going through his head

Twi: oh boy, I just gave him a shirt that matched Rusl’s cuz it has a boob window, gave him that dumb arm thing, his ordon sash and obi, and just sorta lightly tweaked his farmer’s outfit. His boots are meant to have goat fur popping out cuz I thought that’d be cool. Plus an ordon goat on his design cuz he likes goats. Not much to say

Four: I looked at all the knights from the FS manga and tried to make him look like that. I always thought his braid and color thing was unique and showed the four colors well. I also made his clothes more white and cream colored cuz I’ve seen four Links as white and then go colorful when they split and I LOVED that. He also gets a cool cape. He sued to have more Arno but I removed it cuz he’s still a kid and I hate drawing Armor.

Windy: oh boy, I had to change his design since I aged him down, but I gave him a sleeveless overcoat since there are a lot of overcoats with pirates. I also gave him a pirate-esque shirt and made his colors more deadpan green which I ADORE. I always liked his gray pants and simple shoes so I kept those!

Spirit: it’s just his engineer outfit, nothing special lol. A boy…

Age: idk how I feel about his design, but I mixed the knight’s outfit with the champion’s tunic with a hint of the zora armor and Mipha’s scale!

Wild: I sorta mixed the Hylian tunic with the champion’s tunic. Again, idk how I feel about it but Wild has his entire wardrobe on him so I can just change his design whenever I want UwU

Warriors: made his scarf look more triangle and covering his neck, and added some pizzaz to it, idk.

#asks #link between links #phew!

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multiversxwhore · 1 year ago

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Cult

Pairing: Oli Sykes x black!oc

Word count: 1k

a/n: so, I went to see fall out boy, two weeks ago. Bring Me The Horizon was one of the openers, Oli fucking melted my brain, so here we are three weeks later. This whole idea wouldn’t get out of my mind until I wrote this, i wasn’t gonna do it at first rpf is difficult to write, but @windhamsrotunda encouraged me lol I’m not sure if I’m gonna write more on Oli but I hope y’all like it.

Morticia sat at the front desk watching customers walk in and out, some walked up to her to check in a room. She held her breath on the attitude she felt on the inside, the only reason she took a side job is so she could afford tickets to see Bring Me The Horizon with her best friend Peach. She did fully plan on quitting after the concert, granted she barely knew the band before two years ago; after spending a year and a half intensely researching, she practically felt like a band member herself. The pipe line from Fall Out Boy to Bring Me the Horizon isn’t all that far in between, so here she is sitting at her dumb ass hotel lobby till clock out time at 4:30pm. Just enough time for her to drive home, and get ready for the show that night. After a while of no customers, she began to scroll through her phone, Morticia pressed play on her music and let Oli Sykes voice fill her ears. Before she knew it, she’s full on head bang mode, and singing gods know how loud. “We’re just a room full of strangers, looking for something to save usssss….dying to live, living to die.” She sang in a somewhat hushed voice, one had over her heart, and her face scrunched up into a passionate expression; anyone passing back would assume she was disgusted by something. Either way Morticia didn’t give a shit, in her mind she’s on her way to see her future husband, and she’s quitting her job in a week. Nothing could ruin her mood.

A hand from the opposite side of the desk grabbed her by the wrist, and causing her to nearly jumped out of her skin. That was nothing compared to her reaction upon seeing the person attached to that very hand. Oli Sykes, standing in all his creature like glory. One red contact lense in his right eye, and a sliver linked choker around his neck. Despite it being almost 80 degrees outside he still felt the need to wear a beany, Morticia’s hand began to shake as her eyelids widened.

“Ohhh this is embarrassing.” Morticia breathed, Oli, who’s still holding onto her hand, smiles warmly. His eyes taking her in, he thought she had a natural kind of beauty, which drew him in more.

“By all means love continue, up until this point I’ve been fighting imposter syndrome, but I think this just boosted my ego.” His accent wanted to make her melt, it’s not quite as heavy as she’s heard in previous interviews, but the twang is still there. It’s so hard for her to believe that thoes screaming vocals comes from this deep, yet soft voice she’s hearing now. She noticed the rest of the band wasn’t with him, so they must have checked in before her shift started.

“I’m so sorry let me collect myself, I promise I’m way more cool than this.” Which is a lie on her part, but she took a second to gather herself. Oli waited patiently.

“How can I help you?” Her mood more uplifted than earlier, she’s not sure how long she could keep this up, he’s just staring right into her soul. His gaze pinned her to her spot, her feet planted in the carpet beneath her, she refused to move until this interaction is over.

“I don’t suppose have wifi here? Our phone service is shit right now, is it possible you could help me out?” He leaned against the counter, his eyes darted over to the sign that clearly said not to lean on the desk, and then back to Morticia. When she didn’t make a remark about it, Oli leaned further on his elbows, if she took a step closer she could lean over and kiss him right on the lips. ‘Fucking breath bitch…it’s just Oli Sykes’ she interanally freaked out.

“Um, yes actually…I can actually show you better than I can tell you.” She spoke nonchalantly, aloof of how Oli smirked at her as she pulled out her phone from her pocket. Her heart stopped as she looked at the self made wallpaper on her Lock Screen hoping he didn’t see it too.

“Oh is that right?” He said playfully, his fingers drummed on the desk, slowly Morticia’s head lifted. She met his gaze, it wasn’t until then did she realize what he was hinting at, she let out an embarrassed giggle.

“No I meant—

“Mmhm right, sure.” He teased, then he caught the image of her wallpaper before she clicked onto the settings.

“Please I’m really trying to hold myself together.” She pleaded half heartedly, her bottom lip poked out as a pouty expression settled onto her face. An unrecognizable feeling stired within him, he really hasn’t bothered paying much attention to girls lately. Not really. But this one, isn’t so easy for him to over look. Though her makeup is simple: eyeliner, lipgloss, her face somewhat sparkled when the sunlight hit certain parts of her face. But aside from her being pretty, her aura is mixed between bubbly, and bratty. She had seemed to be trapped in her own world before now, if he’s being honest she looked even more gorgeous in that moment.

“And just like that you’d be connected.” She finished up her explanation by showing him the screen, and clicking the ‘connect’ botton on the hotel’s website. ‘What did she just say? Ugh I’m such a fucking donut, I should get her number.’ Oli thought to himself, when Morticia looked up to see how he had frozen, the far away look in his eyes, a dead ringer that he hadn’t heard, not one thing she said.

“Do you need me to explain that again?” She asked politely, the corners of her lips turning upward into a small smile.

“Say…where did you get that wallpaper from?” He asked, the innocent question made her face heat up, she internally cursed, ‘why did he have to ask?’ He stared back at her waiting for a response, his eyes dropped to her mouth, he watched the way she chewed on her bottom lip.

“Actually I made it myself.” Her voice shrank, she made a weird face as her fingers fiddled with her popsocet on the back of her phone. ‘Gah, she’s so adorable,’ Oli gushed to himself. She opened her gallery, he happened to see how many selfies she had of herself before she clicked on the picture that she had on her Lock Screen. She slid the phone to him across the desk, he smiled warmly to himself as he took in the beautiful edit before him. She swiped her finger across the screen to show him she had made an edit for the whole band.

“It’s not just ones of you, I made the whole band…it–it’s just your my favorite because of your vocals are cool.” She whispered the last part, peaking at him from underneath her lashes, her heart thudded so hard that she’s convinced he can hear it. The smile grew wider across his face upon heading her confession, he swiped across the screen again, but this time it was a video. Without thinking he pressed play, and when she heard the sound of a bass riff she wanted to die.

“Shit this you?” He didn’t recognize the riff, her vocals sounded too clear to be natural, but he knew this was raw video footage.

“Oh my gosh this is not happening right now? I sound like trash and Oli Sykes is watching it.” Morticia quietly panicked, her eyes widening as she watched him watch her video of her singing.

“No you sound wonderful, truly.” He spoke honestly, Tokio bit her bottom lip, her eyes darted to the computer checking the time, she had a few minutes till it was time for her to clock out for the day. A few people had gathered behind Oli waiting to be serviced, and she thank god they were older people. None of them would have recognized him.

“Well thank you, I think that’s the greatest compliment I’ve received all year.” She jokes, he slid the phone back to her, but not before exchanging their phone numbers while she was distracted. He made a mental note to text her after the show. His eyes lingered on her for a few moments longer, not being able to get over how beautiful she is. Her skin dark brown, with chocolate colored eyes, and plump lips. Her nostril, sceprum, and medusa is pierced. Some tattoos peeked out at him from underneath her uniform shirt, she didn’t seem to be heavily inked anyway.

Oli inhaled deeply, unintentionally picking up her scent, she smelled like fruits, and vanilla. “Thanks for the help…uhh I didn’t get your name?” He could hear the people behind him begin to fuss, but he didn’t care.

“Morticia.” She smiled, the simple expression lifting, and lighting up her whole face.

“Huh, that’s a unique name…it’s pretty, I’ll be seeing ya Tish.” Oli threw her a playful grin, all Morticia could do is grin back, her mind blank. He disappeared around the corner that lead to the elevators, “what a fucking day this has been.” She huffed air through her cheeks, and by the time she got done with the last three customers it was time for her to clock out.

#black!oc #bring me the horizon #oli sykes #bring me the horizon one shot #oli sykes one shot #headcannonxgalore

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taylors-karma · 1 year ago

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It’s time for my first official ranking after seeing the interviews! Here’s to hoping I’m right about some of these (and wrong about others).

Stan Card Activated

1. Blue- I still really like her and y’all really like her and I trust the fandom with every fiber of my being so I know we are right, I can feel it. I wish she had gotten more screen time in the interview but if she’s a last-minute alternate addition, it just pushes her even further.

I think I’m gonna like you

2. Jag- He gave me really good vibes in his picture and he’s giving me good vibes in his interview too! I think he’s gonna be a really chill guy but I can also see him being a huge mastermind and doing well in the game.

3. Bowie- I like her accent and she seems cool. I feel like I’ll vibe with her and she’ll be on the right side of the house. Don’t let me down woman!

4. Felicia- She seems sweet! She reminds me of all the nice older southern ladies I’ve met since moving to South Carolina. Nice and comforting. I feel like she won’t try to make waves in the beginning but I could see her getting pissed and telling someone off and I hope we get to.

I want to like you but something’s off

5. Izzy- Like I said, the queer musician connection has me wanting to like her but her crescendo joke was so fucking bad and I fear she’s just another Kaycee. Idk tho maybe she’s the butch lesbian we all needed. I have hope for her.

6. Mecole- The politician thing is throwing me off I’m not gonna lie. Also she still reminds me of Ameerah and I could totally see her being a bitch. However, I can also see her being an awesome strategist and actually getting some work done. If she’s a girlboss I’ll take her but if she’s just gonna drag people in the mud I will not.

7. Kirsten- There wasn’t much that I got from her, but she does seem like someone who’d end up aligning with the wrong people. I feel like she’ll be the most tolerable member of the alliance we all end up hating and we’ll all be begging her to work with the other side/s the entire time. Please prove me wrong girl sdifjpef.

Mid

8. Matt- I do really like the deaf representation, but he seems boring af. Not someone I can see myself caring about. Sorry.

9. Cameron- I could see myself potentially hating this guy, but he seems unproblematic to me as of now. I could see him woking with annoying people but also being kind of a floater. He’s practically TBD lol.

I don’t know yet

10. Jared- Apparently his mom is a Survivor legend? I haven’t seen Survivor so I would have no idea of knowing how good this guy could be, but family doesn’t mean shit sometimes. I can’t read this guy yet so I’m still wary. I just don’t want another Monte y’all.

11. Hisam- After watching the interview I have definitely changed my opinion about him, but I’m still wary. He seems like he could be another Michael maybe? I could also see him becoming irrelevant or being part of the annoying big alliance. Idk I can’t tell I think I’m going crazy.

Can’t stand your ass already

12. Red- I just know he’s going to be annoying. Is he going to be Frenchie? Cliff? Idk, but I don’t care for him either way. Out.

13. Reilly- She’s going to be in the stupid popular alliance and is gonna get into some stupid showmance and rat on the other girls. Useless!!!! Next.

14. America- I literally can’t stand her voice or her personality already. She reminds me of Alyssa from last season so much it hurts. She’s gonna get into a dumb showmance, be a bitch to everyone, start every rumor and bully train, etc. I just know it.

15. Luke- Nah this guy is literally just Kyle. I’m waiting for it.

16. Cory- I don’t give a fuck that his brother was on Survivor; I couldn’t stand looking at him or watching him talk. Literally didn’t hear a single word he said because I was so appalled by what I was seeing. How is someone just built like that. I’m sorry ksdjfposdjgdfg I know he can’t control these things but I have a feeling I will be proven right. Cory, make me feel guilty about this please.

#bb25 #big brother #bbus #bb rankings #don't take these too seriously

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Karma is a rhyme’s with witch (ben 10)

If there was two thinks Ben couldn't stand, it was the smell of dirty diapers and being in boring museum's. And because the powers to be were THAT jealous of how awesome and cool the 10 year old hero was, they had decided to punish him with both.. Or that was Ben's theory anyways. The trip to this boring old place was meant to make Gwen feel better as she had started to need diapers after trying to cast one too many high level spells. Or so she claimed. Ben for his part figured Gwen was just one of those big babies you see on TV now and then and was bluffing grandpa about how the price of magic was baking brownies in the seat of a pamper. They were looking at a bunch of old dead dudes who had been TP'ed or something, Ben wasn't really listening when a loud fart filled the room and Ben groaned even as Gwen blushed. "Anyone who values their nose run! run for you life!" Ben said in a over the top voice, coming over and before Gramps or Gwen could stop him, tugged Gwen's pants down to her ankles, flashing her thick white diapers that had forced her to start wearing baggy cargo pants like Ben to the crowd. "B-BEN!" Gwen cried out, going red as a tomato and starting to fertilize herself even as she tried to bend down to tug her pants back up. All this did was present her smelly butt to the group they were with, getting snickers and laughs and cries of 'oh dear!' as her diaper filled out, big lumps making it sag cartoonishly in the back as her eyes rolled in her head, who mouth forming a 'O'. "BEN!!" Gramps growled, coming over now and Ben let out a yelp. "Ladies and gentlemen, we hope you enjoyed our show of the worlds biggest nappy baby. they'll be later showing at 1, 3 and 5. Don't forget to tip your tour guide." Ben said and then took off running, easily out pacing gramps who was left trying to pick between staying and helping Gwen or chasing Ben. As always, Gwen won.

Gwen was a sniffling wreck as Gramps helped her get her pants tugging back up, or tried to, but of course her uber load had made her diaper WAY to big and stinky to fit back inside of them. which meant that with his help, she had to step out of them and cowboy walk to the nearest ladies room to change herself, Gramps waiting waiting outside for her. 'I'm gonna kill him! wait no, I'm gonna hurt him so bad he'll wish for something as sweet and merciful as death!' Gwen fumed, in a stall and cleaning herself up, wrinkling her nose at her own smell. She could of used magic to clean herself up but well, All that did was make it so she'd have to go again even sooner and one poopie diaper in public was enough for today, or at least that was the plan. Then she heard two girls come in, talking with valley accents and giggling. "OMG, did you SEE that stupid big baby pooping herself? Like, LOL!" One giggled, heading for a stall. Instantly Gwen used her mask to mask the smell of her stinky diaper, she didn't wanna be busted mid change after all. "Like, I know! Diapers at her age? Like, grow up already!" the other one said, taking a stall by the other. Gwen huffed softly in her stall, tempted to ball up her diaper and lob it at one of their heads, but there was one one smelly diaper and two of them..and she'd likely get in trouble for that. 'then again.. guh.. I can already feel the magic doing it's work.' Gwen thought, her tummy gurgling and churning a little. finishing up with her change as quick as she could, she was forced to listen to the girl go on and on about what a dumb baby 'that diaper girl' had to be. Gwen was changed and ready to go, just waiting on the valley cunts to finish up before she came out and wondering what to do with her dirty diaper..she did NOT wanna leave it in here or carry it with her for the rest of the tour. Once she left the stall the spell would fade and anyone who walked in here would know what she did (She wasn't thinking rationally enough to think that most people would just assume it was a un-flushed potty) and yeah, leaving a stink trail as she walked around with it in her purse bag/diaper bag was a nay nay. she wasn't going to be using magic for the rest of the tour so she could be fudging her huggies non stop for the rest of the day, no thank you! a evil grin came to her face as the girls left, and Gwen knew exactly what to do with the diaper, to get rid of it and start her revenge on Ben. with a glow and flash of magic the balled up stinky diaper was gone, and in it's place was Ben's pillow, minus it case which was where the diaper had been deposited. 'your not the only one with a sick sense of humor Ben.' Gwen crackled and left the pillow behind, walking out of the bathroom.

'Ok..so I managed to avoid getting a spanking for now, embarrassed the big dumb diaper baby..all wins.' Ben thought as he walked around, all by himself and in some sort medieval wing of the museum. 'Butttt on the other side, I'm totally freaking lost, and I'll have to face the music sooner or later.' eh, that was future Ben's problem and with the omimatrix Ben could always turn into Xcler8 and just zip around the museum till he found a way out. looking over some of the displays for things that were used for public punishment, he noted that one was a stock, like he'd seen in some movies. there was a BIG sign by the stock saying NOT to touch it or place yourself in it and well, to someone like Ben that was a written and signed invitation. "Oh this has a bad habit of shutting and getting stuck suddenly. like, what kind of a doofus would let themselves get trapped by this old thing, and I'm sure that with THESE guns I could break myself free!" Ben said, reading the rest of the warning and then flexing, giving each one of his noddle arms a smooch, then added. "I bet it doesn't even move, that's just to scare people away." deciding to prove his point to no one but himself, Ben bent down and put his arms and head in position, smirking all the time. "See? Just a stupid dumb war-" He started to says, But the vibration of him talking while resting on the stock making it shake enough, and the top came down the latch snapping into place though there was no padlock at least. "-Ning..Uh.." Ben gulped nervously, but tried to keep a smile on his face. "this is no big deal..I can get out of this." He said to himself, but he could hear the fear in his tone as he tried to jerk himself upright. But between the latch and the wooden seizing up however nothing happened and Ben was starting to turn pale and shake now even if he kept some bravo in his voice. "Ha..Ok..Clearly I didn't put enough muscle into it." He squeaked out and tried again.. and again.. then over and over doing nothing but wearing himself out. "LET! ME! OUT! YOU! STUPID! THING!" Ben cried out. unsurprisingly the stock didn't listen and with Ben's hands stuck he could even try and go alien. "...Is this what karma feels like?"

Gramps and Gwen decided to split up and try and find Ben before going back to the tour. Partly because Gramps was responsible for his safety, partially because he had a punishment coming his way and finally because a bored Ben in a building filled with priceless artifacts was just begging for trouble. As Gwen walked the halls and looked over the different exhibition's she found herself half wishing she could stay and study them more and half wanting to get this over with as her tummy was making loud gurgles now. Hindsight being what it was, she realized now that making use of her magic to hide she had been in the middle of changing into a clean diaper had been stupidly short sighted as she was getting close to making anther smelly diaper as she came to a fork in the road so to speak. One way lead to the medieval exhibit and the other to a Ancient Greece one, but as she stood there she heard a voice she knew very well shouting for help, coming from the medieval exhibit. "Help! Anyone! I'm stuck! I need the jaws of life! I need a doctor! I need a cheeseburger!" Came Ben's voice. '...And just like that fate has smiled down on me.' Gwen thought and smirked, her tummy gurgling and she patted it. 'Hang on just a little longer, I have plans for you.'

The last person Ben expected to see/would of wanted to see while he was trapped like this was Gwen, so it was only natural that it would be of course HER that came walking in. it really only confirmed his belief that the higher powers to be had it out for him. "well well well, what DO we have here?" Gwen asked, her voice filled with delight as she walked over, crinkling and leaning down, a HUGE smile on her face. "Awww, Looks like Benny went and got himself stuck in the nasty old stocks!" "Ok Gwen, I know I'm not your favorite person right now, But I'm kinda freaking out here so if you could ju-" Ben started to say, but Gwen put a finger to his lips. "I'd be a good boy and shut up and let me talk right now or I might just take off and 'forget' where I found you. I'm just a big dumb baby after all, isn't that what you keep calling me?" She asked. "..Is there a answer that won't make this worse for me?" Ben whimpered. "heh, wow, smarter then I thought asking that! and to answer your question..No there isn't. Let's see.." and Gwen turned her attention to the warning, making sure her pampered butt was by his face and noting from the corner of her eye he was trying (and failing) to get away from it. "Geez Benny, I know reading isn't your strong suit unless it's a comic book but even you should of known better then to stick your head in there!" She tsked. Her tummy gurgled big time and a muffled fart came out, Making Ben cry out. "Gwen gross! come on, are you trying to give me pink eye!?!" Ben whined. "Get your smelly baby butt out of my face!" "..heh. Ben, what makes you think your anywhere NEAR a position to give me orders right now?" Gwen asked, standing up and and giving him a smile that would of made Vilgax wet himself. "..What if I told you I'm very very VERY sorry right now?" Ben tried, giving Gwen his best pleading look. "I'd tell you to kiss my diapered ass." Gwen said and then started to undo the front of her pants, and set her bag down. "In fact..that's what your going to do Benny. if you want me to let you out of there? Your going to kiss my diapered ass." her pants were don around her ankles now and she kicked then off then turned around and wiggled her butt, inching it close enough to Ben's face he could give it a smooch. "ARE.YOU.INSANE!?" Ben yelled. "I'M NOT GOING TO KISS YOUR BUTT!" "heh, Oook.~ But just keep in mind. I gave you a way to avoid this since despite everything else we're family." Gwen said. "..Avoid wh-" Ben started to ask and then Gwen's butt was planted right in his face, smothering it. "SO glad I went and filled myself up again for this!" Gwen crackled and then gave a big grunt and it was all her tummy tum needed.

Ben wasn't AS stupid as most people assumed, he had poor impulse control that was for sure, but he instantly knew WHAT was about to happen when Gwen's fat diaper butt was pressed against his face, even before the nostril searing fart was let go. with a follow up sicking blort, the seat of Gwen's diaper grew warm and pressed up against his face..the big dumb baby was crapping herself! Depending on how you looked at it Ben was either lucky or unlucky that he'd had the foresight to close his mouth just before she had mashed the thick pamper on his face. Unlucky in that it meant he was forced to huff the fumes that came out as her diaper filled up, going from warm to HOT lumps the smushed his adorable face. But lucky in the fact he didn't have to worry about her diaper expanding into his open mouth for the worst possible gag ever. even as the diaper grew and pressed around his face Ben had JUST enough air to breath, even if it was tainted with Gwen's funk and if he stained he could hear her over the thunder of her gas. "Ahhh that's better! you know Benny, with you huffing and sniffing it all up, I'm barely getting a whiff of my own stink! I think we should do this more often!" She cackled, and pulled her butt away for a second. Ben knew what she was hoping for, that he'd go to speak up and kept his lips sealed and got the full (And still filling up..lucky him..) diaper smashed back against his face. Ironically, it was the very thing making this so horrible that was keeping him from getting a busted face as she kept butt thumping his face with her smelly rear: the diaper gravy was the perfect pillow. 'And yet I'd take a bloody nose or a black eye over this..' Ben fumed to himself, he was SO telling on Gwen once he got out of this! a few more bumps to the face and Ben was sure he was going to be smelling Gwen's stinky diaper for the rest of the summer and she pulled away, turnaround and smiling at him then looking over her shoulder, then turning back with a frown. "Damn. was hoping I'd get a imprint of your face in there..like silly putty." She huffed as she finished up. "Whew..I am one STINKY baby!" She added, sniffing the air and then waving a hand, then chuckling as she locked eyes with Ben. "But of course, I guess I don't need to tell YOU that huh?"

Gwen wasn't sure if it was the fumes from her own diaper or just the adrenaline high from tormenting him like this but she was riding high and getting giddy. The only downside was Ben was being a big old FART and keeping his mouth shut, just glaring at her. "Whats wrong? Cat got your tongue?" She asked and leaned down to tickle his chin, then recoiled and made a over the top gross out face. "Oh yuck! you smell even worse then my diaper! How is that even possible!" She lied. "I DO NOT!" Ben yelled and struggled, finally breaking his little vow of silence. "Well, maybe not, but your gonna need like, at LEAST 2 showers once you get out of there.. speaking of which..Would the little diaper sniffer like to earn his freedom?" Gwen asked sweetly. "YES!" Ben cried out, blushing and squirming. "What do you want?!?" "Heh..I'd say you have a short term memory problem buttttt you were just huffing a poopie diaper for like, five-Ten minutes there so I'll let it slide." Gwen laughed. "W-Wait it was ONLY that!?! It felt like a hour!" Ben cried out. "Heh, well there's a whole theory and all that to explain THAT away, but it'll go over your diaper huffing widdle brain." Gwen teased and found herself wishing she had a dunce cap to put on Ben's head. 'oh well, there's always next time he gets himself stuck.' she thought to herself then out loud went on. "I told you Ben, if you wanna get out of there, your gonna kiss my ass. Actually wait.." Ben's eyes lit up with hope for a second, which was just so funny that after what she had already done to him, he honestly thought she'd start being merciful now? She went over to her diaper bag/bag purse and pulled out some light pink lipstick she always kept on hand (you never know WHEN your gonna run into a hottie and started back over to Ben, doing a cowboy walk because of the epic sag in her huggies. "Pucker up..Because your gonna SHOWER my diaper in smooches, and gush on and on about how much you looove my stinky diaper and how you only made fun of me because you wish you could have lots of stinky diapers of your own~" Gwen said. "..Why the HELL would I do that!?!" Ben asked, growling and thrashing around. "Because if you don't, well, there's that little stool over there that's part of a display and it's JUST tall enough..that where I to say.. Change my diaper and put it on there, and then put it under your chin.. you'd be trapped for gosh! who knows HOW long with my stinky diaper as a pillow!" Gwen said giggling with pure delight, part of her almost hoping Ben would refuse to kiss now. Still she wasn't disappointed either when Ben gave out a defeated whimper, then puckered his lips for the lipstick.

As bad as having to wear the pink lipstick was for Ben, (And it was BAD!) He knew it was only going to be the tip of the iceberg so to speak for what would come next, and wasn't shocked as Gwen made sure to use not only her phone but his own, set up at different angles to capture 'true loves kiss' as she kept calling it. "Now remember, I want you to REALLY sell it, I wanna believe that my stinky diaper is the love of your life." Gwen snickered, then with a wave of her hands and kick starting anther soon to be mess they were filming. as she nudged her butt into frame. "Uh..Come here so..I can kiss you." Ben said lamely, and Gwen sighed and used her magic to pause to the recording. "Really Ben, THAT'S your idea of romance? sheesh, your gonna be single for the rest of your life. Think about that movie I made you and gramps watch the other night.. this isn't a poopie diaper, it the girl of your dreams and you have to woo her." Gwen instructed. "Can't I just kiss the stupid diaper and get this over with?" Ben huffed, then gagged a little realizing he shouldn't of huffed. "Look either do it MY way, or I take the highway and put up the signs saying this exhibit is closed. now come on! from the top!" Gwen said. 'Just my luck, I don't JUST get a insane cousin who wants me to make out with her fudge packed pamper..I get a wanna be director.' Ben thought and rolled his eyes. "Alright..I'm ready." "Andddd action!" Gwen said, turning the recording back on, Ben knew that the more magic she used, the sooner she was gonna be crapping herself so using that as his motivation really dive all in. "Oh my darling, how long I've been without you, please, grace my lips with your tender embrace!" Ben said, pulling the line from the horrible puke inducing movie Gwen had forced him to watch, and making her snicker and cover her mover..then in a badly disguised muffled voice, she replied. "Oh But Ben, I'm just a stinky poop filled diaper, do you truly wish to kiss me?" "..More then Live itself. I LOVE poopie diapers, For you see I'm Jealous that Gwen gets to make you and just wish to wear you and kiss you, come to my lips and let me paint you with the mark's of my affection!" Ben coo'ed, trying not to gag from the smell and the words coming out of his mouth. 'i deserve a friggen Oscar for this!' he thought. "Oh Ben! you know just how to charm a woman! kiss me you lipstick sissy!" Gwen cried out behind her hand and then brushed her smelly rear close enough that it was practically in his face but it would have to be Ben's choice to smooch it. ..and the boy was hesitating. "Ben, why don't you follow though on your words? don't you love me, a stinky diaper?" "I..I do..the..thought of kissing you..fill me with such.." and Ben paused and swallowed hard. "Excitement I found myself frozen but for the moment." with that he closed his eyes and gave Gwen's butt a quick smooch. "Oh my darling! you do love me!" Gwen cried out and shoved her butt in for a deeper kiss and pulled back, looking over her shoulder and giving Ben a look. her meaning was clear, there was to be no half assing it and Ben tried to lose himself in the moment, thinking about sumo slammers, comic books, anything else as he gave kiss after kiss to Gwen's fudge packed huggies to the point his lip stick had been worn off his lips. between the fumes and smooching Ben was actually dazed near the end and was kissing the air for a few seconds as Gwen finally pulled away, turning the phones off. "And that's a wrap." Gwen giggled.

In the aftermath of the smooching, Ben's brain seemed to be semi fried, or at least that was Gwen's take away as she snapped her fingers. "How we doing Benny?" She asked. "I..I ..Blah buh da dee.." Ben mumbled and gurgled. "Well spoken!" Gwen said with a snort."Come on, earth to doofus.." Ben shook his head and his eyes seemed to clear up as he looked at Gwen's lipstick kiss covered diaper butt and huffed. "..You are a horrible horrible person." He huffed. "Awww don't say that, I'm the one that made the love of your life possible!" Gwen said and chuckled. "Or do I need to replay your declaration of loooove?~" "...Just get me out of here." Ben huffed. "Sheesh, no please? and here I thought your parents taught you manners!" Gwen said and wagged a finger. "Still I suppose I SHOULD keep up my end of the deal." Gwen started to waddle over to the edge of the stock, getting a hand out to blast it free with a burst of magic..then gave a slasher smile. "but then again, since you loooove stinky diapers so much I have a better idea!" She said and went behind Ben, yanking down on his pants and undies. "GWEN WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?!" Ben yelped and shouted, squirming and desperately trying to get free for all the good it would do him. "Duh, I'm reuniting you with your lover..Just wanted to tug the pants down to make sure when I do the spell it won't just goes over them." Gwen said coming back into view. "..wait..you don't mean..your not gonna.. Gwen that's gross!" Ben said, connecting the dots. "Wow Ben, harsh. Saying all that true love jazz just to get smooches and then backtracking when your girlfriend wants to commit." Gwen huffed and wagged a finger. "I think a little quality bonding time is just what you crazy kids need, you'll thank me later for saving your relationship." "Gwen don't you DARE-" Ben was starting to say but Gwen was already firing a blast of magic at Ben's crotch and one at her diaper, and in seconds her stinky filled diaper was secured around HIS hips, with a added spell or two in place and Gwen got got busy getting a clean diaper on, ignore the wail that came out of Ben. "Sheesh, it's just a dirty diaper..don't be such a crybaby."

For the first time Ben could see (well feel) just what it was about being in a stinky diaper that normally had Gwen all huffy and upset as it just felt icky and gross. Of course adding into the fact it wasn't even HIS poopie diaper he was wearing. "I..I.." Ben whined, eyes welling up with tears."Gwen please let me out of this! I'm sorry for all the teasing I ever did! pleasssse!" "Hmmm, Let me think..Do I let you out of the stocks, out of the poopie diaper and try and put this all behind us..Or do I leave you here with a spell on your lips making you gush how much you love diapers AND direct people to this exhibit. Tough choice.." Gwen said as she got her clean diaper on and tugged up her pants. "Y-You wouldn't!!" Ben yelped, then hung his head as much as he could. "..who am I kidding. you totally would." "awww see? your learning! Oh and by the way, there's a few added charms to the spell..but I'm sure you'll figure them out all on your own.In the meantime..Have fun!" Gwen said and a blast of magic hit Ben's mouth. He went to go and tell her that she was a sick bitch, that he would SO get even with her for this..but instead he found himself grinning like a fool and worse.. "Hee hee holy moley, I SURE do love my big STINKY diapies! stinky diapers are JUST the best! thank Gwen for leaving me like this!" He coo'ed. "Heh..your welcome doofus."

Walking out of the exhibit, Gwen made use of a fill marker boards to give directions to a semi new attraction that the museum would be offering, a once in a lifetime display of the worlds smelliest nappy baby who would be gushing all about his love of stinky diapers, though the smell wasn't for the faint of heart. as a after thought she added a piece of advice about not forgetting to tip your tour guide much like the advice that Ben had given before at her expense, then marched off, calling up gramps. "Yeah, I haven't been able to find him and my tummy is acting up..I'm gonna go and camp out in the rust bucket in case he turns up there AND to avoid making any scenes." Gwen said. "Well Ok..I'll keep looking for him here. Where have you looked so I don't waste time double checking?" gramps asked. "The medevil exhibit is clear, I know that much for sure." Gwen lied. After a few more pleasant exchanges Gwen waddled her way out to the rust bucket, feeling better then she had since she had started needing diapers again. "it's amazing just how therapeutic it can be putting a jerk in his place." She mused. looking around she noticed that she was running low on her diapers, only having 3 of them left while her diaper pail was loaded to the brim. Now before this would of been a big problem for Gwen but since she had already taken a step or two..or forty on the dark side she figured she couldn't really damn herself any worse and smirked as she got ready to make the dirty diapers clean with a little magic, and having the perfect target for the mess to end up at.

Mentally Ben was screaming and sobbing, as people kept laughing and snickering at him while snapping pictures. apparently Gwen had posted the video she'd taken online too because he was hearing comments about how he was the smelly freak from twitter and YouTube and the like. Of course Ben couldn't even defend himself as he just kept gushing about his love of poopie diapers, and told everyone how much he LOVED going boom boom in his diapers as well. 'At least I had a big crap before we started all of this so I won't end up making this worse.' Ben thought, temping fate apparently as all of a sudden there was the weirdest feeling in the seat of his lipstick stained diaper. he couldn't see it naturally but a portal was opening up in the back of his diaper, and with a sick farting sound the mess from the used diapers in the rust bucket was being dumped into his already full diaper! "Ewww I think the loser is crapping himself again!" A kid cried out, holding his nose. 'No i'm not! Gwen's being gross and making me a diaper pail!!' Ben thought but with a HUGE grin on his face he giggled and nodded. "Yup yup! I'm making my stinky diaper even STINKER! I love pooping myself! it's the bestest feeling in the whole wide world! Well 'cept for being SPANKED in poopie diapers! who wants to spank the baby?" he called out. thankfully, there were no takers.

With the diapers cleared out and cleaned, Gwen found herself wishing she could of seen the look on Ben's face, but figured she'd get her chance since the spell she had worked would make it that from now on every time she loaded her diapers, it would end up in the back of Ben's pants..whether or not he was diapered. 'And the spell works until -I- decide to call it off~' Gwen mused, laying on her back in her bunk now, looking over the comments and hits that Ben's video was getting and then squealing with delight as a link to a new video was posted in the comments, and it was Ben making use of his diapers in the museum. "Ha! I LOVE technology! all of the fun of watching him suffer and known of the stink!" She coo'ed. the video ended as a couple of security guards made their way onto the scene, Gramp's with them and Gwen sighed. "well fart nuggets..I wanted him to suffer longer." She pouted but then shrugged. "ah well, can't win'em all."

Max was less then pleased with Ben, who couldn't come up with a valid way to defend himself as he was freed and then Max, Gwen and Ben were all banned from the museum for life. of course he had a feeling Gwen knew more about this then she was letting on since he had been somewhere she said she had checked he just didn't have it in him to deal with all of this today, deciding that was future Max's problem, not his. Marching Ben out to the rust bucket, he pointed for him to get inside. "I can't even deal with you kid's right now. If you need grampa he'll be across the street at that nice bar. PLEASE change your diaper before I get back." Max grumbled. "What? and give up my true love?" Ben asked, still under the effects of the spell. "..whatever. I'm getting to old for this shit." Max grumbled and walked away.

The spell on Ben's mouth was broken as he slowly dragged his massively filled diaper butt into the rust bucket, the diaper was sagging below his knees and he had to assume the only reason it hadn't burst by now was magic. "Holy cow, you STINK!" Gwen said, Smirking and looking down at Ben from her position on the top bunk as he waddled towards his bed. "I hate you so very..very much right now. " Ben huffed, just physically, emotionally..every way he could be drained and flipping Gwen the bird flopped down into his bunk, face going right into the pillow. and finding the surprise Gwen had left for him that even she had forgotten about. "Really Gwen, a poopie diaper in my pillow case!?!" Ben whined. "Wasn't all of ..of..THIS enough!?" he asked, as she peeked down from her bunk into his and saw him gesture to his bloated diaper. "Heh..yeah ok.. you got me there. I'll take care of it." Gwen said and held out a hand. "Wait just get rid of it do-" Ben tried to say, guessing what she was gonna do then crying out as anther mess was added to the back of his diaper, though the pamper pillow was clean now. "Your welcome! try and get some shut eye dork..I have a long night of pooping ahead and you'll be handling the fall out." Gwen cackled and then pushed herself back up onto her bed. "Oh Joy..I can hardly wait.." Ben grumbled. "Well if you want me to start early.." Gwen called down. "N-No! Later is fine!!"

At some point Max had stumbled back in, and assaulted by the stink coming from Ben, had broken down and changed the little guy into a clean diaper as it was clear he was gonna be a pants pooper for the foreseeable future and diapers were easier then washing underoo's over and over. the treasure was dumped in a trashcan outside and he went to his own bunk, conking out and having a dream about the nice good time when all he'd had to worry about was alien monsters trying to destroy the earth but his grand-kids weren't big diaper babies.

It was around midnight when Ben woke up, his tummy cramping and he staggered out of his bunk. he was happy to find his crap loaded diaper had been changed though less pleased about the fresh diaper. Still, he figured given time he could convince gramps that Gwen was behind all of this and get him to make her stop, but for now he was oddly looking forward to using the potty. 'Heh..go figure..only took being forced to wear a shit swelled diaper to make me appicate riding the procerlin throne.' Ben mused. His waddle to the bathroom hadn't gone unnoticed however and Gwen smirked, mentally counting down in her head even as Ben shut the door. 'And right about..NOW!' She thought and bore down, unloading a epic load into the seat of her diaper, though it wouldn't stay there for long even as a blast of magic from her opened the bathroom door so she could watch the show. Just like she had expected, he'd gotten to the potty and had been about to yank the diaper down when her mess had started to flood into the back of it, and boom! he fell backwards planting his butt on the shitter. Between her load, the toilet water soaking it and Ben's own load coming out, his diaper swelled up comically and Ben was actually lifted up off the floor, his legs kicking as he cried out. ..he was stuck! Figuring this was a good place for the little stinker, Gwen poofed a pacifier into his mouth with a nursing instinct to go with it so he'd be unable to make a racket and then waving night night to him from her bed, shut the door. "..Maybe I should of opened a window for him..eh..whatever." Gwen said as she finished pooping Ben's diaper and then snuggled into bed for a good nights sleep.

The end

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jackiezenauthor · 8 months ago

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OC Incorrect Quote Tag

Many thanks to @whatwewrotepodcast for the tag

This has kept me amused along a few days now.

Might even incorporate some in the story after all because I can lol

Thallus, in a horrible German accent: Bill Nye is on break, I'm Bill Nein. Nova: Can I go to the bathroom? Thallus, in the same horrible German accent: Nein!

Not accurate at all

Nova: I would never say that my partner is a bitch and I don’t don’t like them. That’s not true… My partner is a bitch and I like them so much!

Maaaaybe...

Cop: You ran a red light. Nova: So did you, hypocrite. Cop: I was following you. Nova: That was dumb, I'm a terrible driver. Cop: Get out.

ACCURATE

Thallus: Sweet dog you got there. Police: Yes, this is our new drug sniffing dog. Thallus: Still training huh? Police: What do you mean? Thallus: Thallus: Never mind.

Not sayin it is or is not accurate

Thallus: People tell me I have a unique way of lighting up a room. Nova: It’s called arson and those people are called witnesses.

also not saying

Nova: The saying “it is better to beg forgiveness than to ask permission” no longer applies to Thallus.

not saying there is a scene...

Nova: You look good in that hoodie. Thallus: You know where else I'd look good? Nova, zero hesitation: My bed. Thallus, at the same time: By your side- wait, what?

ahem

Nova: Two brooooos! Logan: Chillin' in a hot tub! Nova: Five feet apart 'cause we're not gay! Logan: Nova: Logan: tearing up Nova: Babe, c'mon… Logan: AND HERE YOU REALLY HAD ME THINKING WE HAD SOMETHING. Nova: Babe…

most inaccurate

Maya: What’s your favorite high school memory? Nova: LEAVING. FUCKING LEAVING!

accurate

Logan: Pardon the intrusion, but- Nova: On this moment or just my life in general?

accurate

Nova: Maya, you're an asshole, man. Maya: You are what you eat Nova.

not inaccurate

Maya: What if I lied this whole time and I'm actually 18? Nova: Maya, stop trying to get drugs. Maya: Don't suppress my interests.

well

Nova: Where did you get that tomato soup? Maya: It’s actually a bowl of ketchup I just microwaved.

accurate and now I'm crying

Maya: A person can really hear themselves think out here. Maya’s mind: Did you leave the stove on? The front door unlocked!? WILL YOU DIE ALONE!? Maya: Well, that was a mistake.

yeaaahh

I'm sure this will all make sense once I actually start posting the story. I am currently blaming Ao3 for taking forever to send me my invitation acceptance e-mail, hopefully not because my e-mail is weird.

It is totally not because I thought I can solve the final conflict last week and now I found myself not only with the big conflict only mildly touched but also with new characters and my mains being annoying about not resolving their inner turmoils in 2 months like I apparently expected them too. XD

Aaaanyway

Tagging @laurasimonsdaughter and @simonnebethel and everyone else who wants to share the lols with the rest of us, do tag me if you do so I read them too :>

#incorrect quotes #writers #writers on tumblr #writer things #jackiezen iowad memes #writer tag game

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purplesurveys · 10 months ago

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What would you say is the worst part of high school, period? I was actually fine with high school for the most part – my bigger problem was with the very nature of the school itself since I went to a Roman Catholic school. Doing a bunch of church shit several times in a month was the norm, dress code was super suffocating, and 'prom' was not only mandatory attendance but was also instead called 'benefit dinner' because apparently prom is too scandalous. There were also secret student spies assigned by the guidance counselors to tip off whoever was thought to be in a same-sex relationship. I also had a male teacher make a remark about my boobs once. :) Made me hate the concept of religion for as long as I live.

A few weeks into college I was already wearing shorts and sleeveless tank tops to campus because that's how freeing it felt.

What is your favorite color of apple? Red, green or yellow? I don't eat apples.

How old will you be on your mother’s 68th birthday? Is that ‘old’ to you? I will be 41. Yes, the idea of being in my 40s makes me a little dizzy lol.

Ever thought you were dying of something you weren’t even close to having? Yeah, isn't that a running joke on the internet too cos most of us have felt anxiety/paranoia over this?

Ever want to be a doctor? Is it because of all the hospital shows? I considered being a doctor very briefly but it wasn't because of medical shows. I just genuinely enjoyed learning about the human body and with memorization skills coming naturally to me, I thought that could've been a possible route.

What do you think of all these reality shows that try to alter personality? Wdym, like Dr. Phil? Idk they're trashy for the most part but boy are some segments guilty-pleasurely fun to watch hahaha.

Where are your favorite pair of shoes in the whole world right now? In our storage area under the stairs.

Do you live anywhere near a mall? Which one exactly? I live near several malls. Philippines might as well be the Mall Capital of the World because of the sheer number we have of them.

If you were dying who would you say goodbye to first out of everyone? Probably my family because it would be too excruciating for me to be saying goodbye to others first without them having any idea about what's going on.

Are you someone who actually likes to babysit children? Depends on the kid, which automatically disqualifies me from being a good babysitter lol. I'm picky with kids and will avoid ones that are rude/talk back/yell everything everywhere/throw their toys/cry if they don't get what they want/are hooked to gadgets/will do the opposite of what you ask them to do, thinking they're being charming. So...most of them haha.

Do you ever have those ‘ah ha!’ moments? Do those annoy you? Uh, I guess so? That's very vague though, and I can have aha moments that are good, that are bad, or when I realize how dumb I'm being about something.

When is the next time you’ll eat a cupcake, if you know when? I have no idea :( I love cupcakes but there just aren't a lot of shops that sell them, and when I find one it's always so so so expensive.

Does your family go on a lot of vacations? Are they more boring or exciting? For my own standards yeah it's already a lot for me! We go for 1-3 times every time my dad is home, which comes up to 2-6 a year. Our itineraries have considerably slowed down the older we've all gotten, but I like it just like that.

Where did you last buy socks from? What do those socks look like? Uniqlo. It was a pack of three pairs - one is white with blue accents; one is maroon; and the last one is grey.

Do you ever lay in the grass and look up at the sky, just because? I don't lay in the grass because uhhhhhh red ants and stuff lol, but I like looking at the sky whenever I can. I did that yesterday in UP while I was people-watching :)

When do you normally go to sleep on the weekends? Anywhere between 2-5 AM.

Have you ever met someone with the same ‘biggest fear’ as you? Yes, mine is fairly common.

Do you ever have movie nights with your significant other? I don't have a partner but even when I did we didn't really do this.

Would you rather write with a pen or a pencil? Why is this? Pen. I don't like how pencils get dull so quickly.

Who was the last person to call you fat, if anyone at all? Not exactly 'fat' and they didn't mean it in a demeaning manner but my mom referred to me as having put on a little weight over the years, but I didn't find it offensive because it's generally true anyway.

What color skin does the last person you danced with have? That would be the rest of the 32,000 capacity crowd that I watched Seventeen with, and it would be my best guess to assume 99% of us were brown. I saw some foreigners too but super few and far between.

Are you afraid of being kidnapped if you go outside at night time? Yes. I never walk outdoors in the evenings unless I'm at BGC.

Has your mother ever called your school because of your grades? No but that's kind of shitty. I had bad grades because I didn't put in enough effort, so I would have found it embarrassing if she went that route.

The best field trip you’ve ever been on; where was it to anyway? Answered this in a previous survey, but tbh just any field trip where we went to museums. I actually credit my school for kickstarting my love for museums because in Grade 1 we went to a couple of small local ones. It was such a fun and profound experience and I never stopped searching for new ones to visit from there.

In the next twenty minutes, what will you be doing and where will you be? I'll still be in my room but probably watching YouTube videos to prepare for bed.

Do you work? If so, have you ever been fired, then rehired from the place? I do work, but have never been fired.

Can you tell when people are lying or telling the truth? That's hard to answer. Some people can lie effortlessly.

What would you say your average word per minute time is on the keyboard? Anywhere between 85-100.

What is your least favorite class in school? Why is this? Chemistry, trig, calc. They were impossible for me to understand and I also resented those classes a little bit because it definitely made me think, "I'm headed towards journalism school anyway, what is the point of ever learning this?" like it was just a waste of time for me knowing I'll never have to apply the more complex concepts in the real world.

Do you bite your fingernails or tap them on desks? I can't bite them at the moment because I have braces lol, but I used to do it. An alternative I go for is to just tinker with them enough to tear the long nails off.

Have you ever wanted to be in a band? What position exactly? I wanted to be a drummer once but that was more of a fantasy. I never actually had the goal to be in a band.

Do you ever call your cousins just to talk to them randomly? Nope.

When did you last spend the night at someone’s house? Hans' house. Well technically we arrived at his house from Thailand at like 5 AM and then we all took a nap there til noon, but I'm still counting it. This was back in June.

Do you find any of your friends’ parents creepy or really mean? Reena's dad has an attitude problem and I don't like him, and fortunately I've never had to interact with him save for one instance where he tried to be snooty with me after I picked up Reena from their place. I threw it right back at him but just under my breath.

Do you ever have to wash your clothes at someone else’s house? I haven't done that.

When is the next time you’ll go to the library? Why is this? I don't have plans to do that. I don't even know enough about our public libraries to know which ones are the best to visit.

Do you know how to play pool? Are you any good at it? Nope and nope.

Are you someone who likes to get in arguments or fights a lot? No.

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viktoriakomova · 2 years ago

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my ranking of 2021 team usa leotards from best to worst 🥰

love the navy love the gold rhinestones love the stone pattern 10/10. highkey wish ucla or michigan would do a shameless copy of it

again love the colors, those gold accents are so pretty. highkey wish lsu would do a shameless copy of it with royal purple instead of black, and champagne gold (not yellow).

it was close between this one and the next one for 3rd, but i just love this lavender color and the foil. they wore a similar one in 2019 which i think i slightly prefer (not a huuuuge fan of the mesh accent here, looks kind of like a necktie lol)

like i said above, this is tied for 3rd in my book. (theyre both the alternates' leotards, go figure.) i just really like the red and the blue rhinestone accents. subtle and classy.

this one is really not that bad and i think people just dont like it bc the 2012 (and 2016 to a lesser degree) team finals leos were so good. but overall i think its flattering but overall not very remarkable. kinda forgettable but thats better than being memorable for bad reasons lol

okay now for the bad half lol. i really do not like this one but clearly the gymnasts did bc so many of them chose to wear it for individual finals..... i just think the red piping looks like an afterthought (bonus points for an attempt at a stars and stripes vibe) and the back looks even stupider. i also hate the ombre grey on the front, and the rhinestone stars.

this was a close one for second to last, but i think the above beats this one out just barely. in general i hate the stars and stripes motifs of all leotards thru the decades. but this one seems to be the 2nd generation of the 2012 flag sublimation leo which everyone seems to love but i think is the worst of anything they wore in london. it doesnt look awful in the left image but when the gymnast's arms are up (happens quite often in gymnastics, and should be taken into account when designing leotards!) it looks so dumb.

this one is just ugly i dont think i need to say more lol

can i drop a Hot Take about USA leotards? 👀

#idr if they had any other leos than these sorry if i missed one

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 4 years ago

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bullseye, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: Are you the insufferable, cocky, absolutely-no-good-for-anyone female equivalent of a fuckboy? Maybe. Okay, yeah. But guess who decided to come along and interrupt your conquests? Jeon Jungkook. What now? Complain to your best friend Kim Taehyung all day or fucking do something about it?

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; alcohol consumption; Taehyung getting shitfaced lol; you're a cocky asshole and so is Jungkook, welp; schemes; smut (fem reader, making out / dry humping in public, cowgirl, m-masturbation, edging / orgasm denial, penetrative sex, so much kissing); non-idol!BTS; (secretly pining) fuckboy!Jungkook x bisexual, fuckgirl!reader; ft artist, best friend!Taehyung; mostly reader's POV with a short JK's POV

yes, it's purple-haired Butter JK

now playing – 마.피.아. in the morning by itzy

“Are you kidding me? Fucking Jeon Jungkook, again?”

“You need to calm down,” Kim Taehyung said, patting your shoulder and handing you a mojito.

“What I need is a fucking bow and arrow to shoot down this fucking pest!”

“I know you were the archery champion in high school, but that’s still a weird thing to think,” replied that baritone voice, pushing you into a chair so he could sit down as well, observing you violently chugging down the entire mojito in your rage. He seemed highly amused, looking a bit like a young French socialite in a black beret, loose tan dress shirt, and black slacks with black loafers. Gold accents because Kim Taehyung was that bitch. “Never ceases to impress me that you can do that.”

You pulled the glass from your lips, ice and mint clinking. “This is the third girl I’ve been dating that he’s just–” You flapped a hand in the general direction of the crowd at the bar, completely ignoring Taehyung’s comment about your record-breaking skills of draining cocktails. “–unashamedly making out with when clearly I’m right here.”

Taehyung rolled his eyes, far too crass for how drop-dead handsome he was, but it seemed that he didn’t care. “I doubt he knows you’re here or that you’re dating them. And to make it fair on him, you were casually dating them all at once, so technically, no one is at fault here,” he added.

You narrowed your eyes. “I wasn’t–”

Taehyung gave you this look.

The look of ‘shut-up-you-know-I’m-right’.

Being your best friend, he had a right to do that.

“Shouldn’t you be mad at the girl anyway? Being faithful and all that, which, by the way, you are not.”

“Dating is not the same as being in a relationship,” you argued.

“Mmm, so fucking them is not indicative enough that you should be less of a fuckboy.”

“I’m not a fuckboy,” you muttered. “I’m a woman.”

Taehyung raised an eyebrow. “The general term still stands because you’re a class-A asshole.”

You closed your eyes and sucked in a deep breath, trying not to bolt home and buy a bow and arrow online to shoot, not Jeon Jungkook, but Kim Taehyung, because he was testing your last nerve with the truth.

“Again, why are you not mad at them?” Taehyung reoriented the conversation with a sweep of his arm when you opened your eyes, prompting your gaze to shift and witness Jeon Jungkook with his tongue down a pretty girl’s throat. This cheeky bastard was even wearing a leather jacket and white shirt, just like you. The only difference was that you wore a leather miniskirt and he wore black jeans with rips in the thighs, but both of you were wearing heeled black moto-style boots.

“Because he’s the denominator in this equation,” you snapped, smacking your glass on the table.

“Please do not make math references. My brain is not made for that.”

“Fractions? Tae, seriously, are you defective or–”

“Maybe he’s doing it to piss you off.”

“Well, I am pissed off!”

The bar was very loud with music and noise. Your shout was still clearly heard. Neither you or Taehyung seemed to care that people turned to look at you two and shake their heads.

Taehyung shrugged. “Then he succeeded.”

You clicked your tongue. “Why, though? I didn’t do anything to him. He just started popping up stealing my girls. What if I switch back to chasing dick and he takes them too?”

Taehyung snorted. “I doubt it. You’re just continuing on this train because you’re stubborn.”

As usual, he saw right through you.

He raised an elegant hand and tapped his lips. “Maybe he likes you.”

You gave Taehyung the most disbelieving, fiery, indignant look that you had ever produced in your life.

“Or, he doesn’t,” he hastily corrected. “Let’s face it, sometimes I don’t even like you and I would murder for your dumb ass.”

You tapped the melting glass of icy mint onto the tabletop.

Menacingly.

“If you think about it,” Taehyung began tentatively, scooting his chair slightly away from you with your flaming eyes boring holes in the back of Jeon Jungkook’s head. His hair was dark violet now so you could spot him easily, pinning your (not yours, but you know, that was your prey at one point) girl against the back wall of the bar. “He always goes after your target. He wants you to notice something.”

You watched a YouTube video once about making your own bow and arrow. It didn’t seem that difficult, all things considered. Sharpening a long stick with a knife and–

“Stop thinking about murder.”

You jerked your head back to Taehyung and his honey-brown curls framing his amused expression. You glared in response.

“I’ve never interacted with him a day in my life,” you frowned, abandoning your homicidal tendencies for the moment. “What does he want me to notice?”

Taehyung gave you a pained look. You returned with a black stare. Then he sighed and shook his head.

“He’s a fuckboy. You’re the female equivalent of a fuckboy. What do you think he wants?”

“My body count?”

Taehyung slapped his own face, muttering under his breath. “… be part of your body count.”

“Sorry, what?” You raised your voice over the bass. “Can’t hear you over the music.”

He raised his head. “I don’t know. Fight him. See what happens.”

“I’m not gonna win a fistfight.”

Taehyung looked ready to fistfight you.

You stood up, dragging him by the arm. “Come on, wingman. I need another drink. I’ll buy, since you got me the last one.”

Taehyung laughed, loud and full, yanking his arm out of your grip and clapping a hand around your shoulders, pulling you to him so your body knocked into him. You grimaced, now forced to walk side by side with him, not seeing the looks shared between the patrons witnessing you two together.

“Now we’re talking. I wanna get trashed.”

“Cure for a broken heart, am I right?”

“Mine’s shattered,” Taehyung chuckled, rubbing the left side of his chest playfully, but you couldn’t help but notice the hurt in his eyes. It was his idea to go out tonight and assist you with getting laid but, one, you didn’t need assistance and, two, he had recently broken up. It was pretty obvious he just wanted you to buy him drinks and have an excuse to do something.

Which was fine with you, until Jeon Jungkook showed up holding your previous eye candy.

Hmph.

Whatever, you had a Taehyung to nurse back to health with an obscene amount of alcohol.

Two hours later, you were standing in the men’s bathroom, holding Taehyung’s beret with one hand and his hair in the other as he vomited loudly into the toilet.

“Sup.”

The guy looked in the stall and then looked at you.

“You’re not supposed to be here…”

You raised an eyebrow. “You wanna hold his hair?”

The guy slunk away at your dismissive tone.

Taehyung tapped your thigh and you patted him on the head soothingly. He flushed and coughed.

"S... sorry," he croaked wetly.

You chuckled. "Wash your mouth, ya nasty."

He got up and you straightened his clothes in an almost maternal fashion.

"Need water, I think..." he winced, stumbling past you to the counter. You followed him to make sure he didn't hurl in the fucking sink.

"I'll be right back. Don't do anything crazy."

"Heh, that’s you," he slurred as he put his hands under the tap to wash up.

You plopped his beret on your head and sauntered out of the men's bathroom, unbothered by the stares and the people trying to catch your eye. It took you no time at all to waltz to the counter and obtain the water, striding back to the men's bathroom with the tall glass.

Only to run into you-know-who.

The girl sputtered your name in surprise as if she hadn't met you in this very bar a couple of weeks ago.

You completely ignored her existence, narrowing your eyes at the smirking face of Jeon Jungkook.

There was no denying his attractiveness. His purple hair was a little messy now, curling around his high cheekbones and large brown eyes. The dim light of the bar cast strange shadows over his chiseled jaw and shapely lips, curved into a devilish grin. He had a mole and red lipstick residue underneath his lower lip.

You had a strong urge to douse him and his leather jacket with your giant glass of water.

Taehyung was the one who found out Jungkook's name for you. You sent him on the mission after the first time this little shit started meddling in your business.

At this moment, you remembered that.

You pointedly looked away, walking past Jungkook, knocking into his arm forcefully and on purpose, annoyed that he seemed pretty strong under that jacket, muscular and lean. Whatever. You had a large bear cub named Kim Taehyung to take care of. You didn't have time to waste on Jeon Jungkook.

"Hey."

You stiffened at the deep, silvery voice. Of course. He had to have a sexy voice too. Bitch.

"You should apologize."

Your eyes flickered to the glass of water. It was pretty cold in your hand. You raised your chin back up, facing towards the bathrooms.

The choice was easy.

You continued waking and raised your free hand to flip Jeon Jungkook the bird, off to deliver the water to your best friend.

Some guy at the urinal screamed as you entered the men's bathroom but you completely ignored him, only focusing on Taehyung, who was gripping the corner of the sink, turning not to pass out, pallid face dripping and looking green.

"Drink this and I'll take you home."

"Ugh, thanks for the other day... sorry I wasn't the best wingman... I ended up making you exorcize my demons instead..."

You laughed, jabbing a toothpick in the steaming fried chicken. You and Kim Taehyung again, hanging out in the afternoon at the local chicken spot.

"It's cool. I know you needed it."

Taehyung frowned. "If you knew, why did you play along?"

You shrugged. "You would've done the same for me."

He smiled and popped a piece of crispy chicken in his mouth. "Yeah, if you ever had a serious relationship for once."

You glared. "This is a non-judgment zone. Shut up."

He chuckled. Then he leaned in and you grimaced, catching a whiff of his chicken breath. He was wearing a pinstriped shirt and neglected to button the first two because he was too hot to bother with some stupid buttons. You weren't going to say you could relate, but you were wearing a loose black sweater dress that was bordering on flashing your panties, so, maybe.

"I heard from a little birdie that you had a run-in with the bane of your existence."

You raised an eyebrow. "The tax man?"

Taehyung rolled his eyes. "No, the other one."

Now it was your turn to roll yours. "Oh, right. The Dark Lord."

Taehyung gave you a weird look. "Is that a movie reference or..."

"Harry Potter, ever heard of it?"

"You're such a nerd."

"That's not... anyway, so what?"

He wiggled his eyebrows. "He spoke to you."

You narrowed your eyes. "Where do you get your information?"

He fidgeted. "Uh... a reliable source that chooses to remain anonymous."

Your eyes became slits. "Who."

Taehyung stick his tongue out at you. "The whole point of anonymous is you not knowing!"

"Who are you, fucking Rita Skeeter–"

"Stop with the weird references!"

"For fuck's sake," you hissed, causing a mother sitting at a table near yours to chastise you, covering their kid’s ears. You frowned, lowering your voice. "Alright so what? He opened his mouth; nothing original came out." You jabbed another piece of chicken.

"Well? Feel any tension? Sweet romance? Unbridled fury?" Taehyung piped, greatly interested in your two-second interaction with Jeon Jungkook.

You chewed, huffing. "I had a big kid to take care of. I didn't give a shit."

"Hey, I'm not a kid!" he shot back.

"Yeah, yeah. Anyway, you’re more important to me than poking his pretty eyeballs out of his head, so I didn't even reply."

Taehyung paused, mid-chew. "Really?"

"Yes, I didn't say–"

"No, that I'm important to you."

Taehyung was doing that thing where his big brown eyes went all sparkly and sentimental. It was making you uncomfortable. Bad with feelings and all that. The only reason you tolerated it was because Taehyung had been like this ever since he was that dorky weird kid you defended from bullies in elementary school. A folding chair was involved and you might have watched too many WWE TLC (tables, ladders, chairs) matches as a kid, but hey, those bullies didn’t bother Taehyung ever again, did they?

You got sent to detention for the rest of the year and anger management counseling appointments, but Taehyung remained your friend throughout the whole ordeal and for years to come, tolerating your poor life choices so… worth?

You reached over and shut his open mouth. "Of course, you are, that's why I'm not calling you a disgusting pig for chewing with your mouth open."

"Oi, that's bullying!"

"You bully me all the time," you snorted and the same mom made a noise of distaste that you pretended not to hear. "Like now you keep bringing up the spawn of Satan."

"You're also the spawn of Satan, by the way."

"Yeah, and you're my guardian angel and he ain't got shit, so I’ve already won this war."

Taehyung laughed nervously.

"Er, yes... totally..."

Another day, another conquest.

Well, you had to find the prey first, but that wasn’t going to be hard.

“You’re a chronic asshole.”

“Thanks, Tae. You sure you don’t wanna come?”

He rolled his eyes at you as you shrugged on one of his black dress shirts. You checked the tag. Silk. Damn. Kim Taehyung was a fancy bitch. He leaned against the closet doorframe as you fitted your black leather corset-style belt at your waist to cinch it in. You often raided Taehyung’s closet and paired it with your accessories. Did he enjoy your fucking in his clothes? Probably not, but you always returned them cleaned in the proper way, so he couldn’t complain.

He did anyway.

“No, I don’t. Let me sulk.”

“Ah, yes, moody starving artist, I’ll let you be,” you snickered, slinging the waist bag over your shoulder, wearing it across your chest instead of your hips. You lightly punched him in the arm and he pretended to topple over exaggeratedly. “You going to paint today?”

He shrugged. “I think. Dunno what media I want to use.”

“Just use a bunch of different ones. Your mixed media stuff is amazing,” you replied, waltzing out of his bedroom, past his messy studio with a blank canvas balanced on a wooden easel in the center of absolute chaos of paints. You helped him organize them once, but Taehyung often was too in the zone to pay attention to neatness.

“When’s the exhibit? I want to drop by,” you commented, seeing the line of his works safely wrapped up, leaning against the wall.

“Um… next week, Thursday through Sunday,” Taehyung replied sheepishly, cheeks flaring red at the mention of his own art exhibit. He was humble even though he was talented. “I’ll text you the address. Don’t show up looking like a high-paid escort.”

You tucked your feet into your heels and raised an eyebrow.

Silk black men’s shirt worn as a dress, belted at the waist to show off your curves, bare legs out, toned calves standing out due to your sleek black high heels.

“Who, me? Never.”

Taehyung shook his head. “Text me if you need a ride.”

“You got it.”

“You have got to be kidding me.”

You tapped your nails on the bar, having already finished your peach mojito.

“Fucking Jeon Jungkook, again?”

You needed to invest in a bow and arrow, like, yesterday.

Shoot right between his pretty eyeballs. Dude even pulled back his long, deep purple hair into a smooth ponytail with wispy strands framing his sculpted face. Was that damn eyeliner and mascara making his eyes look sharper, sexier? Fuck, he even knew how to make himself look even hotter.

Not as hot as you, of course.

“How does he always know where I’m at?” you muttered under your breath, turning away to look at the bartender and order another mojito. Watermelon. It seemed interesting. Fuck it, you were going to focus on drinking rather than the thorn in your side, Jeon Jungkook and his black dress shirt halfway buttoned and his tight-fitting black slacks with sleek oxfords. The bartender slid your glass in front of you, a gradient of pink to transparent with a little sprig of mint on top. It was a pretty drink.

You reached into your waist bag to pay, but the bartender stopped you.

“The gentleman over there paid for you. A gift.”

Oh? Maybe a potential for the night. You shifted your gaze to–

Oh.

“Tell him to fu–”

But the bartender was already off servicing other customers on this busy night.

Shit.

You know what? Fine. He put himself up as the target. He wanted to play this game.

And you never missed a bullseye.

You tilted your head to survey Jeon Jungkook out of the corner of your eye, making his way over to you, bringing your drink close to your lips. He stopped right next to you. The colorful lights of the club made rainbows dance across his lightly tanned skin and his dark lips, curled into a smug smirk.

“Hey.”

You cocked an eyebrow.

Drank.

Mmm, fuck, that was some deliciously smooth rum. The watermelon was a refreshing addition to the mint too. You probably weren’t meant to drink it all at once, but you were glaring at Jungkook who was pointedly watching your throat swallow and it was aggravating you more and more, the entire drink disappearing in record time, leaving nothing but ice and mint.

You smacked the glass down on this table with a hiss.

Jungkook purred your name with that deep, silvery voice of his. His eyes flickered down to your exposed collarbones and then back up to your face.

You clicked your tongue.

Then you turned away from him dismissively, walking past him, knocking into his arm forcefully and on purpose.

But instead of letting it happen, Jungkook shifted his weight and slid to block your path. You stopped, eyes darting up to narrow at that conceited little brat’s face. Now you could smell his cologne, fresh, sensual, a mix of pungent dragon fruit and black coffee.

Hold on.

You inhaled. Yup, no mistaking it.

That was your perfume.

Jungkook grinned as the realization hit you. How did he know what perfume you used?

“The fuck you want?” you growled.

He licked his lips slowly. He ticked his chin, taunting you.

“Finally got you to talk to me,” he purred, chuckling.

Alright, you were past causing actual bodily harm these days – jail being your primary reason – but that didn’t stop you from staring down Jeon Jungkook and his self-satisfied smirk with your signature tapering of your sharp stare.

You just stood there.

Menacingly.

He bit his lower lip, exposing that tiny mole underneath, shivering under your gaze. “Are you mad at me?” he asked, almost innocently, but there was no chance in hell that he was.

You quirked your head, lifting your chin defiantly. “Absolutely fuming,” you replied acidly.

He took a step towards you, closing the distance, so close you could feel his warmth, your breasts brushing against his chest. Now people were whispering around you two, sensing the tension between you and Jungkook. The similar outfits, the same violent energy, the same predatory aura.

As if the fox had confronted the wolf.

“What’s there to be mad about when we play the same game?” Jungkook drawled.

Cocky. The fox was so damn cocky.

“You’re just nibbling on my leftovers,” you countered, stepping forward so you pressed against him, burning body heat to burning body heat. “Which makes you the scavenger.”

Jungkook leaned down, dark brown eyes glittering with amusement.

“Then why so angry?”

His lips ghosted over yours, breathing in your exhale.

“I’m just a pest, right? A mere annoyance in your eventual victory.”

His lashes lowered, arrogant smirk reaching his dark eyes.

“Play your ace. Let’s see if it works,” he purred in the deep, sexy octave of his.

Shut up.

A low snarl rumbled in your chest.

“Shut up, Jeon Jungkook.”

You gripped his belt and yanked him to your body, rolling your crotch into his, your lips colliding with that maddening smirk, alcohol, dragon fruit, black coffee, flint igniting the dry wood, devouring his lips hungrily, his hands sliding up your sides, and his smile.

Triumph.

Shit.

You couldn’t give two fucks about Jeon Jungkook and he was into it.

Like the impossible enigma, he couldn’t figure you out but he was drawn to you anyway. The whole world was your plaything, and you treated it as such. There was something exciting about you, the thrill too irresistible to avoid when you made your presence known. Always you and that teasing smile, never getting serious, making everyone hesitate to take it farther with you. Who could blame them with your borderline brash attitude and ease of moving from one to the next?

That and your friendship with Kim Taehyung, who was a whole damn tiger next to your wolfish nature.

At first, Jungkook was intrigued.

As time went on, he became frustrated and annoyed.

What gave you the right to ignore him?

You picked up guys far less attractive than he was, not that he was that vain but, seriously, he was right here! Waiting to be caught. He didn’t try to interfere at first. In fact, Jungkook wasn’t even the sleep-around-and-mess-with-feelings kind of guy. But the more he watched you, the more impressed he was, seeing the way you charmed your way into everyone’s hearts, the way you focused on them for that moment, making them feel like they were the most perfect creature on Earth before slinking to the next, leaving them with a pining heart and lost in fantasies of what-ifs.

And, yeah, you were hot.

What was Jungkook going to do?

He could do nothing.

Or he could befriend Kim Taehyung, get under your skin, and make you notice him.

Not a scheme, per se.

Kind of a scheme.

Alright, definitely a scheme.

In Jungkook’s defense, your best friend Taehyung was all for it. Taehyung was the one who came up with all the ideas, informed him of your location, and the names of the girls you were after.

“Give her a taste of her own medicine. She needs a reality check.”

The problem was, Jungkook didn’t really want to let you go now that you were in his arms.

“Silly pretty boy.”

You had his chin in your palm, pressing your thumb against Jungkook’s lower lip, opening his hungry mouth to tease him with your tongue, tracing his soft lips and thrusting in, his low moan filling your lungs. His hands on your waist tightened, pulling you closer even through you were already in his lap, murmurs and eyes on you, but neither your nor Jungkook cared, used to this by now.

You were, after all, making out in the club.

The chair scraped against the ground as Jungkook firmly placed your thighs on either side of his, thrusting upwards into your core, letting your feel his rapidly growing hardness with every one of your kisses. Your hair feathered his cheeks and shoulders as your free hand toyed with his ponytail, twirling it in your fingers, smirking into his lips with his gasp from you grinding back down on his crotch, rolling your hips into him.

“Thought I was the bane of your existence?” Jungkook taunted under you, squeezing your ass through the silk and meeting your movements, staring into your eyes with his. So dark, so smokey, so fucking sexy, almost like looking into a mirror, because you too wore similar makeup, maybe a little darker and a little more of a flick to your eyeliner. “Just going to kiss me to shut me up?”

You wouldn’t be surprised if the other clubgoers were eagerly watching now, waiting to see what was going to happen between you and him.

“I don’t need to be on your mouth to shut you up,” you mused, tugging his ponytail back and kissing down his neck, tongue tracing the contours of his muscles, feeling him shudder under your lips and teeth, lightly nipping at his skin. Tracing circles, gentle kisses, relishing in his gasps and his tightened grip on you, letting your breath linger for that extra second, that extra what-if, kissing back up his neck and onto his jawline, murmuring his name sweetly, tip of your tongue curling around his earrings and bouncing them, sighing softly in his ear.

“Can’t claim my leftovers when my leftovers are you, now can you, naughty boy?” you chuckled darkly, pressing your breasts on his hot chest and your clothed pussy on the tip of his stiff length, rutting against it, making him hiss your name.

“I have no intention of being leftovers,” he growled into your ear.

Your eyes flew open as his lips transfixed to the space under your ear, sucking hard, forcing you to squeeze your thighs at the attack on your erogenous zone, sparks of arousal flinching through you, soaking your panties. You gasped, hips bucking into his needily, barely processing his words, his tongue flicking against your throbbing skin, lips and teeth, and then his mouth was moving, traveling up your earlobe, nipping at the curve, your eyelids fluttering, clutching his purple ponytail tightly.

How did he know? Did he ask your previous conquests to spill the information? There was no time to think, his hands traveling up your back, clenching fistfuls of your shirt and digging his nails into your back, your body responding and squirming against him, the quiet whine of his name escaping your lips and drifting right into his ear.

“J… Jungkook…”

He groaned, turning your head forcefully, him kissing you this time, just as ravenous, just as powerful, basically simulating sex in the middle of the fucking club with the way your hips were twisting into his and he was thrusting back against you, breathless, whispering in your mouth so only you could hear his words resonate in your chest.

“Fuck, you’re so hot, you turn me on so fucking easily, I just have to have you,” he murmured, his forehead pressed against yours, capturing your lips again and again. “There’s no way you’re any good for me, but I don’t care, fuck.”

You snickered, eye to eye, trapped in those expanding pupils and his heavy pants. “They say the same about you, Jeon Jungkook.”

You felt him smirk. “Nah, not me. No one calls me the spawn of Satan.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You sure? Because I do.”

Jungkook’s tongue licked your lips, making your shiver in delight. “That was special treatment. Just for you.”

Hold on a second.

Through your hazy buzzed brain, you began to piece the puzzle together. With each part falling into place, the amusement in Jungkook’s eyes grew and grew, seeing you fill in the missing blanks. Your eyes widened and you curled a finger around his ponytail, yanking roughly to pull his grinning face away from yours. You jerked back, but his strong hands held you in place.

Wispy strands of violet framing that devious expression.

“Taehyung,” you breathed, venomous.

Jungkook had the audacity to cock an eyebrow.

“Yep.”

You were going to kill Taehyung. That little shit! Taehyung was no idiot, so he must have planned this somehow. He always telling you to get serious and stop messing around. That’s why Jungkook always knew who you were dating, where you were, and what you were wearing! Did Taehyung recruit Jeon Jungkook to trick you? Fuck! He was dead meat, scheming against you like this!

Jungkook brought you out of your homicidal tendencies with a soft drawl of your name.

“For the record, he was helping me out,” he murmured, pulling you to him, pressing your chest to his. You narrowed your eyes, his hard cock still throbbing against your panties. “I want you.”

He lowered his face, breathing hard.

“Not just like this.”

Your eyes widened.

“I said I’m not going to be leftovers.” Looking deep into your eyes, holding you tightly. “I’m not going to let you throw me away like the rest.” Every inhale making your body rise into his touch, his deep, silvery voice saturated with lust and determination. “I’m going to make you fall in love with me as much as I am in love with you.”

You opened your mouth to retort, but…

Jungkook gave you this look.

The look of ‘you-know-you’ve-already-lost’.

You could sit here and pretend, but you were also grinding back onto his dick right out here in the open, clutching his purple hair and his pretty face. His hard body was tucked snugly in your thighs. That smug little smirk. Shit, shit, shit.

Jeon Jungkook got you and he got you good.

He knew it too, his hands sliding down and grabbing your ass again, rolling his hips into yours.

“Come on. Let’s fuck.”

“Oh, fuck, yes, yes, yes!”

Jungkook threw his head back onto his pillows, exposing his straining throat, veins popping out, clutching your hips strongly to rut back against you as you smacked your crotch down onto him, riding him hard and fast, your hands next to his head, his long purple hair a mess even if it was still in the ponytail, sweat glistening on his forehead, moaning loudly with your walls closing in on his hardness. You were too busy fucking the daylights out of him to say anything, but Jungkook had plenty to say, hazy eyes opening and gasping as he viewed your body hovering over him, naked with his hickeys on your neck and breasts, strong thighs flexed on either side of him, his rock-hard cock repeatedly disappearing into your tight, wet hole.

“Fuck, I knew it, I knew you would be so fucking good and so fucking sexy,” he whined, nails digging into your hips and adding more force to your thrusts.

Your clothes and his clothes were all over his bedroom floor.

Your phone was on his nightstand.

Tonight, you sent one text to Kim Taehyung.

I’m gonna buy a bow and arrow and shoot you in the ass.

You screen flashed, indicating Taehyung had replied. One quick flick of your eyes and you smirked.

Oh shit.

Jungkook squeezed your ass, making your return your attention to him.

“Focus on me,” he begged, blown-out pupils. “Only me, please.”

“So needy,” you teased, licking your lips slowly. He groaned under you, mouth opening, his pretty pink tongue lolling out, desperate to be sucked. “If you think you can keep me, you’ll have to last longer than this, Jungkook.”

He swallowed hard at the way you said his name, a mixture of warning and desire.

“P-Please… it’s too good, I-I can’t…”

You redoubled your efforts, roughly slapping your hips into his, enjoying the loud sound and the way your core tightened, constricting him inside you, telling him he couldn’t cum until you did and deliberately holding yourself back, shifting your attention when you felt it rise, denying him over and over, until he was like this, whole body shaking, grasping your ass, sweat on his chest. His right arm, covered in tattoos, looking extra delicious in the moonlight, so fucking perfect with his forearms flexed with tension. You purposefully stared into his brown eyes overtaken with lust, his lips trembling from denying himself his own orgasm.

Jungkook whimpered your name.

On the verge of breaking, helpless at your command.

A sharp throb inside you, wildly turned on by his duality.

You smirked.

“Jungkook.”

You inhaled deeply, sighing in satisfaction with the wave of pleasure, intense shivering pulses running up and down his length, sinking down so he could feel it all, the tight and rough massage of your orgasm taking over, low moan of his name emitting from your throat, and Jungkook followed suit, louder and lewder, eyes rolling back as he shot into the condom with jerking hips, burying the twitching head deep inside you, swelling the latex with thick cum, rocking you back and forth on his length, your juices dripping down and coating the inside of your joined thighs.

“Oh, fuuuuuuuck, so good, s-so fucking good…”

You know what, he was right.

It was so fucking good.

You savored it, the ecstasy that seemed endless and overwhelming, squeezing Jungkook between your thighs and moaning, just something about it, so satisfying and gratifying listening to his wheezing gasps and content whimpers, lowering yourself to his face, and he raised his, your hands sliding under his head, giving him what he wanted, light, maddening, carnal kisses, his cheeks, his chin, his quivering lips, whining your name, pleading with you to play with him more, more, tugging on his ponytail and his hands stroking your breasts, rolling your hard nipples between his index and thumb fingers, shaking at your hissing inhale.

“Hey,” you murmured, clenching him between your legs to get his attention.

Jungkook blinked at you, brown eyes unfocused, panting hard. “Y-Yeah?”

“You should apologize.”

The side of his swollen lips quirked upwards despite his fucked-out state. His deep voice was slightly hoarse. “What for? Tell me and I will.”

You raised an eyebrow. “For your scheming and using my own best friend against me.”

Jungkook smirked slyly.

“I’m sorry.”

He lifted you and made sure he had the condom before he pulled out, still semi-hard. You narrowed your eyes. He sure as hell didn’t sound sorry. Didn’t look sorry either, peeling the condom off and crawling over the bed to toss it in the trash before straightening.

“Sounding insincere there,” you remarked coolly, balancing your chin on the back of your knuckles, elbow on the bed, tapping the air impatiently.

“I mean it,” he purred, reaching for the towel beside the bed and knocking the condoms from his nightstand to the sheets. His right hand wrapped around his glistening length, still covered in lube and his cum, toned hips thrusting into his closed fist, grinning with his lower lip between his teeth as you watched him.

“I’m so, so sorry.”

Slowly jacking himself off as his eyes roamed over your curves, moaning lustfully, lingering on your legs, clutching the towel in his left hand so hard his knuckles were pale, forearms flexed, the slick head of his cock turning purple-red, emerging from between his closed fingers, throbbing as it was choked by his harsh grip.

“Let me make it up to you,” Jungkook shuddered, stroking faster, making wet squelching sounds, his muscular thighs bulging with effort.

Fuck, he was so damn attractive.

You kept an indifferent look on your face, raising your leg, your free hand sliding down, tracing the outside of your already wet opening. Those hungry dark brown orbs immediately fixated on it, moaning imploringly as you dipped your fingers in it, soft squishing noises as you spread open your soaked pussy, slipping a finger in your heat, gently thrusting.

He gasped your name, begging you.

It made you wetter, seeing his want. He knew it too, brutally fisting his cock, hips quivering.

“Stop.”

Jungkook whined despairingly, pulling his hand away, his stiff cock bouncing from the swiftness of the movement, cutting off his own orgasm. He sucked in a shivering breath, tipping his hips up to you so his glossy, hard length twitched.

You shifted, laying back against his pillows, opening your legs.

Smirk on your lips.

“Mmm, fuck, yes, fuck me with that.”

Jungkook smirked back.

It took him no time at all to wipe his hand and crotch off, ripping open another condom and moaning as he rolled it down, the mere contact of the thin encasement stimulating his sensitive skin. He slid up to you, gripping your knees and spreading you even wider, pressing the tip against your drenched heat.

He whispered your name, like sweet smoke.

“Hm?”

Jungkook leaned down, kissing you deeply as he sank into you, drinking in your gasp at the fullness.

“I’m going to make you feel so, so good,” he mumbled into your lips, pecking you softly.

He was about to retreat but your hands snapped up, tangling into his messy violet waves, clutching his ponytail. Jungkook blinked at you, questioning.

“Not too far away,” you said with a playful smile. “I wanna see that handsome face of yours.”

He bit his lower lip, tiny mole and wicked grin revealing themselves.

“Okay.”

He lifted his hips and plunged fully into you, the connection of your hips making a loud, wet smack.

“Fuck, Jungkook…!”

And you could tell from his elated expression and his furious pace that he was ecstatic at your response, chasing it, chasing you, moaning as you caught him between your thighs and wrapped your legs around his waist, gaining some leverage and meeting his thrusts, fingers tightening in his soft hair, fuck, so beautiful, the way the pleasure overtook his handsome features, his hazy dark brown orbs shrouded in lust, his pink lip trembling in his teeth, sharp jaw set, but still maintaining a little bit of that cunning exterior that ensnared you in the first place, unknowingly at the time, the side of his lips ticking up, this cheeky bastard.

Jungkook saw the way you looked at him.

He adjusted the position, hitting deeper, swelling inside you, and, fuck, you couldn’t help it, you smirked too because he was so, so full of himself and so were you, insufferable, troublesome, competitive even now, the obscene smack of his crotch hitting your hips, wet and noisy, the squish of your juices smearing against his inner thighs as you wildly matched his rapid, bruising rhythm, your moans blending together, sweet hot harmony, his bedframe ramming against the wall, and, as usual, neither of you caring, far to occupied with yourselves, pleasure snaking between you, up your spine and into your head, mixing with the light buzz of alcohol, a different kind of euphoria from every other one-night stand, because this was Jeon Jungkook and he wasn’t going to be a one-night stand.

His lower lip popped out of his teeth and he gasped your name.

Longingly, breathlessly.

Was he thinking the same thing?

You lifted yourself a little, your hands molded to his head, whispering intensely against his shaking lips.

“Don’t worry, Jungkook. We have all night and the morning.”

Fuck, he had a brilliant smile.

It was actually doomed for you, but you weren’t mad about it.

Eye contact, and he didn’t waver, thrusting deep into you, low moan pulled from his chest, jolting shudders sliding down his shoulders and then in between you and him, his cock twitching and spilling into the condom again, roughly clamped by your tightness, and you were already there, falling over the edge with a soft cry, straining your neck and pushing his head down to you to collide your lips with his, greedy for his kiss, his taste, his whimpers at your forcefulness.

“Jungkook, ah…”

He said your name in the same tone, delicate and possessive, a bullseye right to the heart.

“On one hand, I’m glad you’re finally serious about someone.”

You paid absolutely no attention to the annoyed baritone voice of your best friend.

“On the other hand,” Kim Taehyung gritted out, smacking you in the shoulder blades as you crawled into Jeon Jungkook’s lap, kisses intensifying, a needy whine in his chest, his hands wrapping around your waist. “Really feeling like a third wheel, you two! Stop making out for one goddamn second!”

He threw up his hands as both of you pretended to be deaf.

interlude respect drabble — "how much did you see?" popcorn drabble — "who are they?"

part ii threesome, ft kth — got it bad

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