#boo you can’t see his neck super well in the bottom ones oh well

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whatever. go my old Tabitha

[jungshookz]

y/n is smitten with jungkook and it’s really, truly driving her crazy

➺ pairing; jeon jungkook x reader 

➺ genre; university!au!! hello newbie bff!kook!! woohoo this is part one of a brand new mini-series!! honk honk humour!! boo hoo angst!! jungkook and y/n are bestie goals!! y/n feeds jungkook at one point which is pretty cute too 

➺ wordcount; 5.3k

➺ summary; y/n finally decides to tell jungkook about her feelings for him and she doesn’t know if she’s ever been this nervous about anything before. 

➺ what to expect; “when you like someone... do you think that you should tell them that you like them?” 

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“i have special feelings for you.”

your face screws up in disgust as soon as the sentence comes out of your mouth and you shudder before shaking your head 

‘special feelings’?!

you’re definitely scratching that one off the list 

special feelings

way to sound like a creep 

“c’mon, y/n,” you grumble, pushing yourself up from the sink before reaching up to knock against your forehead, “think, think, think...” 

you’ve been in the washroom for the last half an hour just talking to yourself in the mirror and it’s safe to say that it hasn’t been a very productive half an hour because you’ve basically been spitting the same sentence out in increasingly cringeworthy ways 

“...i think i like you?”

see, now why did you word that one like a question?

do you think you like him or do you actually like him?? 

where’s the confidence??

where’s the oomph factor?! 

“no, wait, i mean-” you wince and quickly shake your head, “what i meant to say was that i think that i know that i like y- no, no, listen to me, i actually like you-”

well, if there’s one thing that can be said for sure, it’s that this is going absolutely nowhere 

the past two months of your life has been consumed with you debating with yourself in your head about whether or not you should tell jungkook that you like him or if you should just bottle it up and keep your feelings shoved deep, deep inside your soul for the rest of your life and even the entirety of your afterlife

it was approximately a week ago that you finally decided it would be best to just put your big girl pants on and tell jungkook about your feelings for him because you know yourself and you feel like you might really go crazy if you don’t do anything about it 

of course, you wouldn’t have come to that decision if it wasn’t for something he’d said during a library study session 

"should you tell someone that you like them?”

“-!” you immediately choke on your water and quickly twist the cap back on the bottle before patting your chest lightly and looking up towards jungkook, “what?” 

“when you like someone... do you think that you should tell them that you like them?” he asks, continuing to type away at his laptop as if he didn’t just ask you what seems to be a pretty loaded question, “or should you just keep it to yourself? to not accidentally make things weird, you know?” 

why would he suddenly bring something like this up? 

“i, um...” you clear your throat before offering him a halfhearted shrug, “well, i- i mean, if you- i think that if you have serious feelings for a person- like, if you know that it isn’t just a silly little crush-” you pause for a second to collect your thoughts so you can string them into a coherent sentence before going on, “okay, let me put it this way: if you know that your feelings for this person are genuine and that you really do want to pursue a romantic relationship with them, then, yeah. yeah, i think you should tell the person that you like them. because if you don’t, you’ll live the rest of your life wondering what would’ve happened if you did tell them, you know? if you do tell them about your feelings, then you don’t have to wonder ‘what if’ for the rest of your life.” 

“huh.” jungkook looks up at you from his laptop before giving you a nod and a hum, “i guess you’re right... yeah, that makes sense. but what would you do if they didn’t feel the same way?”

you can’t help but narrow your eyes suspiciously at his question and the little voice in the back of your head warns you to stay cool and definitely don’t get your hopes up 

he can’t possibly be talking about you and him, can he?

...but if he’s not talking about you and him, then why would he bring the topic up in the first place? 

oh my god. does jungkook like me too? 

“well, i-” you can’t hide the soft smile on your face from the thought of jungkook having feelings for you but you quickly remind yourself that he hasn’t said anything like that at all and has really just asked you a simple question, “i don’t think you have anything to worry about, kook. you’re, like- you know, you’re super nice and funny and- yeah, i- i think if you told someone that you liked them, there would be a 100% chance of them liking you back.” 

“do you really think so?” jungkook’s gaze softens and you feel your heart skip a beat at the sight 

oh, god

you are so whipped for him, aren’t you?

“of course! i know so. is there- is there a reason why you asked?” you ask quickly as you lean forward, wanting to take advantage of the conversation before he loses interest in the topic

“well, i just wanted your opinion on it, because i feel like you always have something logical to say.” jungkook smiles, gently nudging your leg with his foot underneath the table, “i trust you.”  

i trust you.

“i... i like you... and...” you frown at the piece of paper in your hands before looking back up at yourself in the mirror 

perhaps it would be better to not follow your script word for word 

this message should come from your heart, right? it shouldn’t come from a crumpled up piece of notebook paper that’s been living at the bottom of your backpack for the past week 

you nod to yourself as you fold the sheet of paper in half before tucking it into your back pocket 

“okay, i have something that i’ve been wanting to talk to you about,” you breathe out, shutting your eyes for a second to imagine his face in front of you before opening them again, “before you freak out, it’s really not that big of a deal. we are... we’ve been friends for- we are friends, and friends are honest with each other, so this is me being honest with you. i like you. i like you, as in, i have feelings for you. and to be completely honest, i’ve liked you for nearly a year now, which, i know is a pretty long time to have kept it a secret, but- i’ve tried multiple times to force myself to not like you but at this point it’s become clear that my feelings aren’t going anywhere anytime soon. i guess it doesn’t help that we basically spend every day together, right? anyways, if you don’t feel the same way, that’s completely fine. i promise i won’t let it ruin our friendship because i really do cherish you as a friend and the last thing i want is to make things weird, so... you don’t have to worry about hurting my feelings, you know? i just want you to be honest with me, too. ...yeah.” you finish your little monologue with a smile as you give yourself a quick pat on the back 

okay, not half bad! 

it’s short, it’s sweet, you get straight to the point, you have a safety net to fall back on- 

you jolt in surprise at the sound of a splash and a whoosh of a toilet flushing from one of the stalls behind you and you press your lips together tightly and look down when someone steps out 

wonderful

you just gave someone a free show! 

she doesn’t say a word as she steps up to the sink next to you, her bracelets clinking together as she scrubs her hands under the running water 

she twists the tap off with a creak before leaning down to look underneath the mirror for the paper tissue dispenser 

she stands back up before pointing towards the one under your mirror, “could you pass me some paper tissues?”

“uh, yeah, for sure-” you quickly reach under and yank a couple of paper tissues out of the dispenser before handing them over to her with a sheepish smile, “by the way, i was just- i was just practicing a monologue, so...” you clear your throat quietly and she gives you a stiff smile and a nod before turning to head towards the door 

you mouth a silent ‘oh my god’ and reach up to bite your fist as soon as she turns away, your entire face now red from getting caught basically confessing your feelings to yourself in a dimly-lit restroom like a total weirdo 

“hey-” the stranger turns to look at you from the door, “good luck with your- um, your monologue.” she smiles softly, a knowing glint in her eyes, “i hope it works out for you.”

“oh!” you return a smile while reaching up to scratch the back of your neck, “uh, thank you. so do i.” 

the door shuts with a slow creak and you exhale slowly before turning to face yourself in the mirror again before chuckling lightly, “god, so do i.” 

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before you freak out, it’s really not that big of a deal...

you adjust the strap of your backpack as you push the door open and step out of the bathroom, a blast of cool air from the library immediately making the hairs on your arms prickle to life 

we’re friends, and friends are honest with each other, so this is me being honest with you...

you reach down to press your palm flat over your tummy when you feel it rumble

i like you, as in, i have feelings for you...

you and jungkook are supposed to meet for lunch today and that’s when you decided you were going to tell him, but now you’re starting to wonder if maybe you can push it to tomorrow or something because you’re starting to get really, really nervous 

i’ve liked you for nearly a year now, which, i know is a pretty long time to have kept it a secret. i’ve tried multiple times to force myself to not like you but at this point it’s become clear that my feelings aren’t going anywhere anytime soon...

the smell of freshly-baked pizza suddenly tickles at your nose and you look up to see that muscle memory has already brought you to the building that you’re meeting jungkook at 

if you don’t feel the same way, that’s completely fine. i promise i won’t let it ruin our friendship because i really do cherish you as a friend and the last thing i want is to make things weird...

“okay, y/n. you’ve got this.” you mutter, looking at the doors of the building as you straighten your back, “everything is going to be-”

“hey, there you are!” 

you grunt in surprise when you’re suddenly being tackled from behind, strong arms wrapping themselves around you and lifting you up for a split second before you’re being set back down on the ground again 

“jesus, kook-” you immediately spin around and grab onto jungkook’s forearms to keep yourself steady as you wait for your eyeballs to stop rolling around in your skull, “someone’s certainly in a good mood today!” 

“i’ve been thinking about pizza ever since i woke up!” he chirps, turning you back around before pushing you towards the doors eagerly, “let’s go, let’s go, let’s go-”

“alright, alright-” you laugh lightly, smiling as jungkook brushes past you to hold the door open for you, “how did your midterm go?”

“actually, it went a lot better than i expected!” jungkook nods enthusiastically as the two of you join the queue of hungry students

he turns to glance at you for a second before raising his head slightly so he can take a look at the menu up front, “i think the mock quiz you made for me really helped.”

“hey, that’s good! that’s good.” you nod slowly, pausing for a second before clearing your throat, “hey, by the way- there was something that i wanted to talk to you about.” 

“ooh, i actually have something that i want to talk to you about, too.” jungkook grins before leaning over to nudge your side with his elbow, “i think you’re going to like what i have to say.” 

“i- i am?” you raise an eyebrow, “well, what do you want to talk ab-”

“yeah, four slices of pepperoni, please.” 

“to go or for here?”

you don’t get a chance to say anything else because the two of you are already up at the front and you shut up before hurrying to grab your wallet 

“for here, please. and... hold on, gimme a sec-” jungkook pulls his student card out of his wallet before handing it to the cashier, “and an order of cheesy garlic knots too. oh, and also, two little cup-thingys of garlic aioli. what do you want to drink?” he turns to look at you and you blink owlishly before realizing that he��s paying for all of the food

“oh, you don’t have to-” you raise your own student card, “i can pay for the knots-”

“relax, you can just get it next time.” jungkook snorts before nodding towards the drinks in the back, “what do you wanna drink?” 

“oh, okay, i-” you narrow your eyes to look at the drinks before nodding, “can i get a lemon iced tea, please?”

“i’ll just get a coke.” 

you stay quiet as jungkook pays for the meal, the cashier handing him the receipt a second later 

“do you wanna find a table for us before it gets too crowded?” jungkook turns back to look at you before taking his bag off his shoulder, “here- put my bag on the seat so no one will take it.”  

“’mkay, got it.” 

it seems that lady luck is on your side today when you end up spotting two empty stools facing the windows and you hurry your way over before anyone else grabs the seats 

you carefully weave your way around the tables, being careful not to knock into anyone’s chairs or the back of anyone’s head (it happened to you once and it was not a pleasant feeling.)

you grin in success as you set jungkook’s bag down on the first one before settling yourself down on the second one 

everything is working out wonderfully today! 

“oop-” you feel a little crunch in your back pocket when you sit down and you lift yourself up for a second to quickly reach behind and- “oh-” your eyes widen in panic when you realize that you just pulled out what’s basically your love letter to jungkook and you hurry to take your backpack off so you can quickly put it away

“y/n, the nice girl gave me a brownie on the house!” 

you feel your anxiety skyrocket through the roof when you hear jungkook’s voice coming up behind you and all the alarms begin to blare at the sight of the note that’s still in your hand

“we can share it!” jungkook chirps, now standing right behind you with a tray full of food, “can you lift my bag for a second?”

“uh, yes! yes, i-” you grab jungkook’s bag off the chair with a grunt and plop it down on your lap next to your own backpack before turning to look at kook with a smile, “free brownie again? that was nice of her.” you blindly feel for an opening on your bag before shoving the note into it right as jungkook gets settled next to you 

pheW 

crisis averted 

“i know, right? i think she might like me- or maybe she likes you, i don’t know-”

“i’m pretty sure you’re the one she’s batting her lashes at, kook,” you snort, turning to glance back towards the front counter to see one of the girls staring in your guys’ direction with a dreamy smile on her face, “i feel like she’d behead me if i touched your brownie.” 

“it’s okay, we can still share it- oh my god, everything smells so good.” jungkook slides the box of garlic knots with a little cup of aioli sitting on top of it over to you, “let me get a couple of bites in before i start talking- you want a bite of pizza?”

“mm-mm, i’m fine with my garlic knots.” you smile, popping the flimsy paper box open and immediately being hit in the face with the rich scent of butter and garlic, “wanna try?” you ask, tearing a chunk off one of them before dipping it into the sauce

 “mm, gimme.” jungkook leans over before opening his mouth eagerly and chomping at the air and you can’t help but giggle before feeding him the bite

a minute or so ticks by where the two of you sit in comfortable silence and you chew thoughtfully as you stare out the window  

you feel good!

you feel good about this 

you feel like all the lights are green and all you have to do is rev the engine and slam down on the gas 

you know what to say, you know exactly how to say it, and you’ve planned out all possible routes of how this conversation with jungkook might go 

a) the 'oh my god, this is really happening’ scenario: you tell him you like him, he tells you he likes you back = you’ll enjoy each other’s company for the rest of lunch and maybe he’ll hold your hand when he walks you to your next class afterwards

b) the 'you’re a really good friend, but no’ scenario: you tell him you like him, he tells you that he doesn’t feel the same way and that he just wants to be friends = you tell him that it’s completely fine and that you’ll get over it, you’ll enjoy each other’s company for the rest of lunch and afterwards he will definitely not hold your hand when he walks you to your next class which is fine because friends don’t hold hands with friends 

c) the ‘yikes, this is awkward’ scenario: you tell him you like him, he reacts with discomfort and mild disgust = you’re slightly offended but you still tell him that you understand anD that you’re willing to give him as much time and space as he needs, and you’ll walk to class alone 

...you really, really hope it’s not the last scenario that unfolds. 

“-said yes!” jungkook slaps a hand down on the sticky metal counter before letting out a laugh, “can you believe it?”

oh god

you’ve been so in your head this whole time that you completely missed the exciting news that jungkook was waiting all day to tell you about 

do you want to ask him to repeat himself or do you want to pretend like you were listening to him the whole time? 

“that’s... i’m so... happy for you...?” you trail off sheepishly, jungkook turning to look at you before snorting 

“you weren’t listening to me, were you?” 

“i was!” you argue before gesturing out the window, “i totally was, i was just- i was just a little distracted because of the pigeons outside-” 

“okay, well, let me just tell you again-” jungkook wipes his greasy fingers on a napkin before turning to face you slightly, his knees knocking against the side of your legs, “i finally did it. i finally grew a pair and i finally asked ji-eun out and she said YES!” 

“hey, look at you go! that’s so-” you immediately clam up when his words finally settle into the deepest depths of your brain and you feel your heart plummet to your stomach 

oh 

...

oh. 

well, it looks like you weren’t as prepared as you thought you were 

d) the ‘i just asked someone out so i clearly don’t have feelings for you’ scenario: you don’t get a chance to tell jungkook about your feelings for him, jungkook tells you that he likes someone else, and you... 

what do you do? 

“hey, what’s the matter?” jungkook frowns, tilting his head before reaching over to give your shoulder a shake, “you haven’t said anything in, like, a minute.”

you didn’t even know he was interested in someone else 

the name ji-eun sounds a little familiar to you — now that you think about it, you’re fairly sure jungkook’s brought her up before (something something i sit next to this girl something something she’s nice and she let me borrow a pen something something along those lines) 

she’s in his sociology class, you think?

“-great!” you blurt out, forcing a bright smile on your face as you look over at him, “sorry, i just- i was just processing your great news so i guess my brain just shut off for a second- that’s so... great, kook. super great.” 

“isn’t it?!” jungkook clasps his hands together before taking his bottom lip in between his teeth, his eyes all wide and twinkly, “i mean, i was actually surprised she said yes, you know? i practiced what i was going to say to her all week- i stumbled over my words a couple of times but if anything i think she found it endearing...” 

jungkook’s voice starts to fade out in the background as you turn to look back out the window

the chunk of bread in your mouth feels like it’s getting bigger and bigger as you continue to chew 

suddenly you’ve lost your appetite 

okay

well 

this is... this is fine. 

this is fine, right? 

if anything, this is great news! 

at least now you know that jungkook definitely doesn’t feel the same way, which is... fine! 

it’s fine

and it’s a good thing that he started babbling first because you can’t even imagine what would’ve happened if you’d spewed your news out first

once again: crisis averted! 

you let out a little sigh as your shoulders droop slightly

you had prepared yourself for what to do if jungkook didn’t feel the same way about you... so why does it feel like you’re flailing around in the middle of the ocean trying desperately to keep your head above the water? 

“to be honest, i probably wouldn’t have done it if it weren’t for what you said to me in the library last week,” jungkook hums, “you know, about how you should go for it otherwise you’ll be left wondering ‘what if’ for the rest of your li-”

“yeah, yeah, i remember.” you interrupt him a little more crassly than intended before reminding yourself to loosen up, “i- yeah. i remember. i’m glad i could help.” 

“oh, and you have to help me plan the date- everything has to be perfect.” jungkook reaches over to poke a finger into your arm, “you know i’m no good at all the mushy romance stuff, but you certainly are.” 

“well, i-” you let out a nervous chuckle before shrugging, “i mean, everyone’s different, you know? i, um... i don’t know if it’s a good idea that i help you plan out the date and stuff because- you know, i... i don’t know anything about ji-eun! you know more than i do, so i probably won’t be able to-”

“i feel like dinner and a movie would be super boring.” jungkook sighs as he folds his grease-stained paper plate in half before pushing it away, “i mean, i definitely still wanna take her out for food and stuff, but-”

“i would argue that a dinner and a movie is a good first date,” you shake your head, “you know, you get to talk and get to know each other during the dinner, and then during the movie, you don’t have to talk to each other for like, an hour and forty minutes so you get a bit of break.” 

“i mean, i guess, but... oh, shit, i’m sorry.” jungkook winces, suddenly perking up a little, “you said you wanted to talk to me about something, right? tell me about your thing first before we plan my date.”

“my thing?” your lashes flutter and you feel your ears starting to get hot at the reminder of what exactly your thing is, “oh, god, i- it’s nothing, now that i think about it. it was something... it was something silly, so- like, i don’t even remember what i wanted to- it’s stupid. it was stupid, it’s nothing.” you chuckle uncomfortably as you rub at the back of your neck, “let’s just keep- let’s just keep planning your date! i wanna keep planning your date.” 

“okay, well- if you change your mind at any point, i’m all ears.” 

“mhm.” you nod as you swirl the chunk of bread around in the aioli absentmindedly before letting go of it, “got it.”

“ooh, i’ve got it!” your eyes widen when jungkook suddenly reaches over and takes your hands in his, forcing your stool to swivel around so that you’re face-to-face with him, “imagine that i asked you out on a date.”

“u-us? on a date?” you swallow thickly, “that- that’s so dumb, kook-”

“no, listen, listen-” he chuckles, giving your hands a squeeze, “if i asked you out on a date, what would we do together?” 

“well, i...” you look down at your hands in his (and for a second you can’t help but feel as though your hands just fit together perfectly) as you think of what to say, “we... we like pizza, right? i think, like- we could order a pizza and a box of garlic knots and maybe have some kind of a picnic on the rooftop of your apartment building. i mean- you’d probably have to decorate the rooftop first with a bunch of little twinkly lights and you’d have to lay out a blanket and some pillows to make it comfortable, otherwise we’d just be sitting in the dark on the cold, hard ground, but- yeah. i... i think that would be really nice. because it’s an intimate setting and it gives us the chance to talk in private, and we could literally stay up there all night if we wanted to and... you know, watch the sun rise and stuff. so... if we went out on a date, that’s what we would do together.” 

the little voice in the back of your head suddenly reminds you (quite cruelly) that you, in fact, were not asked out by jungkook and you won’t be having a romantic rooftop picnic with him and you immediately pull your hands away from his before laughing nervously, “but you know, that’s just an idea, so you don’t have to take it.” 

your face feels hot as you turn away from jungkook and you look down at your cold garlic knots before reaching over to shut the lid and push it away 

“mm... no, i actually like that!” jungkook nods eagerly, “i like that a lot- i mean, a rooftop picnic is a little cheesy, but i think ji-eun will think it’s cute!” 

“great!” you clear your throat, “as long as ji-eun thinks it’s cute, i think it’s great-”

“will you help me set it up?” 

great. 

he’s really rubbing salt into your wound, isn’t he?

“i... of course! i would love to.” you smile stiffly before lifting the sleeve of your hoodie to check the time on your watch, “so, i'm gonna head out, i think- i need to get to my next class early if i wanna get a good spot-”

“mm, okay-” jungkook slurps up the rest of his coke before shaking the empty paper cup, “i can walk you there! i’m done for the day so i think i’m just going to go hang out in the library- ooh, i can plan out my date while i wait for you-” 

“oh, you don’t have to walk me to class, it’s fine.” you dismiss him with a flick of your wrist as you pull your backpack on, wanting desperately to just end the conversation so you can get the hell out of here, “i can just meet you in the library after i’m done.” 

“are you sure?” he frowns, reaching over to pick up your box, “hey, you didn’t finish your garlic knots-”

“i know, i just- i guess i wasn’t super hungry.” you shrug, “you can take them if you want! you paid for them, so...” 

“okay, in that case, i’m just gonna hang out here and finish up these knots and then i’ll go to the library.” jungkook plops back down on his seat before reaching over to punch your arm gently, “text me when you’re done, bud!” 

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“-now, for this next portion, i just want you to take some notes down on your computers or your notebooks or whatever you have- think about any thematic concerns in the poem that stand out to you...” 

you draw circles on the blank page of your notebook in disinterest as the sound of your professor’s voice drones on and on in the background and your mind immediately takes you back to what just went down with jungkook

your hand freezes on the page and you let out a quiet little huff 

damnit!

you said that you weren’t going to be all mopey if things didn’t work out, but here you are, all sad and droopy and very much radiating woe-is-me energy 

all you know now is that you’re going to take your feelings out on a big ol’ pint of ice cream tonight 

by the way, you should probably throw out your little love letter because you certainly don’t need any embarrassing reminders of what you were going to say to jungkook 

you don’t even want to think about what could’ve happened if you told him you liked him before he told you that he’d just asked someone out 

you set your pen down before leaning down to unzip your backpack, reaching in and blindly rummaging around for a crumpled up piece of paper 

...

hm 

you frown, leaning down further to get your arm deeper into your bag

your fingers bump up against your planner, your wallet, your water bottle and your pencil case, but... 

that’s odd 

you roll your eyes in frustration as you pull your backpack up off the ground and plop it down on your lap with a fwump!, unzipping it all the way and opening it up so you can get a better look inside 

you pull everything out and set your belongings down on the small table one by one, being careful not to make too much noise as to distract the professor 

you’re more than confused as you stare into your empty bag after taking all the contents out of it 

what? 

where the hell is it? 

you reach into the side pockets and you’re disappointed when you end up pulling out old tissues and empty gum wrappers 

it’s not in the front pocket either — just your key, a pack of bubblegum, and a small bottle of hand sanitizer 

your brows knit together in deep thought as you settle back against your seat, your eyes flickering to the side as you- 

you immediately pale 

oh my god.

you’re positive that your heart stops beating for three whole seconds the moment you realize where exactly the note is — because no, you idiot, you didn’t shove it into your own bag earlier-

the note is in jungkook’s bag. 

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IF LILY DATED...

HI this is a long post. the idea for this was inspired by my favorite @delicatejisung who also has an nct dream oc that you MUST follow. also i know the edit sucks. also also i write very light nsfw stuff in this. like mentions but no smut cuz i don’t do that. HOWEVER there are no nsfw mentions w jisung. ik teens do whatever and lily is only a year older than him but 1.) i will not do that because he is still a minor and 2.) they just aren’t like that together. they don’t need it

THIS IS ALL HYPOTHETICAL NONE OF IT IS OFFICIALLY CANON. lmk which ones sound cute cuz even tho it’s not gonna happen .. lilno and chenlil might have stolen my heart

mark:

you can bet they’d be so completely in love with each other

very sweet, very romantic

“baby” “babe”

in front of the camera they’re normal, the same amount of affection as usual, oftentimes less

lily, when mark is talking or being unintentionally attractive: *bites bottom lip, looks up a little, seems like she’s trying not to smile*

he does his rap in mfal to her randomly and it’s cringey and funny but he does it to make her smile because he knows it’s her fav title track

when she sings he smiles so wide because in his opinion. there is no sound more beautiful than her voice

they talk to each other so well. like. they can sit for HOURS just talking and it never gets old to them

writes genuine love letters to her but will cringe and hate himself if he gives them to her until she gets teary and smiles

her basically giving him book reports about the books she reads and he literally falls more in love with her when she’s screaming about the novels because she is so PASSIONATE

her falling asleep in the practice rooms or studio late at night because she INSISTS on staying with him

and when he kisses her he likes to tilt her chin up with his hand of holds both sides of her face

hyuck taking credit for the whole relationship

she has a collage of polaroids of them, of him (including some of the ones from qtah) that are separate from her other photos of friends (she has a lot)

mark has a few polaroids of her that he keeps by his bed and he always smiles when he sees them

HE 10000% WRITES SONGS FOR HER AND SHOWS HER BUT HES REALLY NONCHALANT ABOUT IT

she never calls him oppa (even a bit before they start dating tbh)

when she has to do sexy performances or just acts sexy you will 100% find mark at his most awkward

they will have fun doing ANYTHING they’ll be happy through anything if they’re together

they could go through five watermelons in a day

konglish all the time. and getting excited/thinking something is funny and jumping and screaming

“can i have your netflix password, lils?” “mark you’re literally richer than me and still use all of my accounts”

her getting embarrassed by him and giggling

she will continue her campaign to get mark to play spiderman

lazy days making music, him watching her cook, binge watching american reality shows she likes, and literally just days where theyfe in bed and make out and talk and make out

shopping trips all the time

they love to do activities together. like, they’ll go places and try new things

she’s desperate to visit his home and his family

and they have their ideal life planned. like. if they weren’t idols they’d get an apartment together. they wanna have some pets together. they have trips they’d like to go on together

they grew up together, they’ve loved each other for years, they’ve been pillars of support

but as much as they’ve loved each other they grew to be IN love with each other

but teased by every unit especially 127. wbk.

they’re more.. private than the others. they’re alone together a lot and don’t overdo it in front of the others

SLIGHT nsfw below. no smut but. and then some fluff near the end <3

ummm so like. vanilla for the most part even tho lily is a bit more ✨wild✨

oh um. ass grabs. when they’re alone but. constantly

when they get comfy with each other (read: when mark finds confidence and is comfy) he will always have his hands on her ass

even just resting there

mirror selfies with his hand on her ass

if he can’t touch her ass, it’s always a hand on her thigh

very affection when alone together, moderate when they’re with others

he likes to lay on her stomach and she loves when he lays on her shirtless

so many days where they just lay in bed together, tangled in lily’s blankets, music playing in the background, lazy makeout sessions... need i go on? CUTE SHIT

mark isn’t great at expressing his emotions publicly, and they hold so much of their relationship just between them. they both always know how much they love each other

renjun:

so they’re SOFT

song covers together

she tries to learn mandarin but. she ends up getting frustrated that she can’t get it and renjun kisses it better

he tells her the wrong words in mandarin a lot and it has fucked her over a lot, especially in lives

“oppa, how do you say ‘i bought that shirt for renjun?’”

*in mandarin* “i am in love with renjun”

they’d be a bit more obvious about their feelings, a bit more touchy

when they confess, they’re together right away, no questions asked. they literally need each other

sleepovers every night and they’re generally really cozy

lily reading, renjun drawing, a movie playing on her laptop that they aren’t paying too much attention to

renjun has specific articles of clothing he puts aside in his closet because he KNOWS she’s gonna take those specific ones

he is very into giving her flowers and little gifts

shes asked him to give her mf art lessons LMAO

ended with them covering each other in paint and making a MESS

they’re silly together, they’re the couple who knows how to cook but starts playing with the ingredients and makes a mess

they leave sticky notes for each other everywhere

lily jumping into his arms

constant pecks on the lips. the dreamies are sick of it. so sick of it.

deep talks late at night

lily being funny and having a box of his stuff in her room even though they live in the same place

nomin threatening renjun

but then lily fourth wheeling with them all

somehow they become even more of a savage duo

when they make eye contact while performing they’ll make faces at each other

he turns the koala joke into her pet name

so he calls her koala and she calls him a pain in her ass

SOFT KISSES he always cups one side of her face

he braids her hair a lot or does cute little styles

lots of cafe dates

will KILL any of the others if they wake her up when she’s sleeping

the type of romance that’s sappy but also they can most definitely roast each other

she likes to wrestle him LMAOO

the way they’re basically chenji’s babysitters is SO FUNNY it started to happen a lot right after they got together

they want to adopt a puppy and name him moomin

SLIGHT nsfw below. no smut but. and then some fluff near the end <3

okay so it’s kinda.. more hesitant and sometimes she takes the lead more than he does

their make out sessions are more heated but don’t always lead to something

like the way it’s going youd THINK it’d be something, but then they just decide to watch a movie and go to bed

he really likes her neck and collarbones but can’t do much to her neck because yknow they’re idols

there’s almost no insecurity in their relationship

it’s very relaxed and loving, and everyone around them can see and feel the love

jeno:

a bit unexpected

a ✨whirlwind romance✨

lilno? more like lilmino because jaemin is always there

a part of her was genuinely sad that she broke up nomin and everyone looks at her like she’s crazy

torn between her love for him and letting him go if jaemin confessed

they can be a bit more obvious in front of fans than the others, because for some reason there isn’t much suspicion there

in front of czennies he lowkey flexes and picks her up over his shoulder a lot, has his arm around her a lot, and they wink at each other from across the set

he holds her waist a lot, and he’s super protective

but also the !! softness !!

have literally been walked in on several times of them just peppering each other with kisses and laughing and its literally lowkey a movie romance

working out together

practicing dances together

the type of guy to literally ignore everything she’s saying because her beauty distracted him

she hits him on the arm for that

passionate kisses

there have been too many times where the others walk in the kitchen and lily is sitting on the kitchen counter with her arms around jeno’s neck as they’re just making out

they’re the couple that’s yelled at by the dreamies the most because sometimes they need to chill out

LMAO THEYRE LIKE THE HORMONAL HIGH SCHOOL COUPLE

and like they love each other deeply and fully, it’s not high school in that regard

but they giggle too much and are kinda all over each other sometimes

they use pet names just a BIT too much

the older guys are a bit more protective of her with him than they would be with any of her other options

cuz while they’re softies

they escalate their relationship super quick

and it’s RIGHT for them

but the hyungs are protective

jeno surprisingly isn’t that jealous because if he could actually get lily

he knows neither of them are going anywhere

him constantly telling her how beautiful she is

her encouraging him and telling him he’s so talented and more than he thinks he is

when they ride the tandem bikes (i think that’s what they’re called? the bikes with two people?) it’s just jeno pedaling

OH and when they make eye contact during stages it only enhances their stage presence because they both wanna look sexy for their boo

jeno is rooting for lily solo because he knows she deserves it

super sweet and wholesome and they make each other smile so WIDE

she pops his zits for him LMAO

cuddles for DAYS and jeno’s fav thing is when she falls asleep in his arms

touches his muscles all the time

SLIGHT nsfw below. no smut but. and then some fluff near the end <3

they make out so much OMG

a bit wilder than she would be with others

she loves to run her hand down his abs

when she does that or touches his biceps it lowkey turns him on

jeno is a bit more reserved than the others at times, but with lily he feels utterly HIMSELF

he doesn’t feel like the jeno who is just a hot rapper. he feels more than that with her

they bring the light out in each other

hyuck:

another unexpected pair but a lot more expected than jeno/lily would be

they’re both literal sunshine and they would be such a beautiful couple

lily aka the only human alive to fluster hyuck

and even THAT doesn’t happen very often

hyuck’s lap = lily’s seat

SO touchy and affectionate but not in the way lily/jeno would be

it’s like constant hand holding, hugging, sitting on each other, leaning on each other, stars in there mf EYES

while they still tease each other and mess around

i have a very specific image in mind of them waking up together, hyuck leaning over her, the biggest smiles on their faces, and then kissing each other

and lily’s just like “hi” with the cutest smile, and then he says it back with the same smile

it might surprise you but hyuck POSSESSIVE

will gatekeep her and not let anyone hug her

always calls her his girlfriend in front of the members

he stands behind her with an arm around the middle of her torso a lot and she’s just absentmindedly playing with his fingers

only a tiny, lil bit obvious in front of czennies because they’re both so affectionate?? and before they dated lily would call him the love of her life?? and keep her face close to his?? this is NORMAL for them

but one of the biggest clues is hyuck being physically unable to not stare at her lips sometimes

they read each other’s tarot nearly every day HAHAH

very romantic as well

she sings him “you are my sunshine” all the time, just stroking his face and staring at him with all of the love in the world

like i said, they still tease the fuck outta each other and roast each other and are at each other’s throats but then they can flip INSTANTLY

he kisses her knuckles and traces her face

he games and she’s falling asleep on his lap

127 squad doesn’t like when they’re being forward because haechannie is the maknae

she loves life cuz more hyuck = more taeil

he will move mountains to make her laugh or see her smile

he’s begging sm for a sexy dance break with the two of them

she’s obsessed with how gorgeous his skin is

the type of boyfriend that notices the tiny little things

he’ll do things/get things for her just because he thought of her or remembered something she said

SLIGHT nsfw below. no smut but. and then some fluff near the end <3

another one that’s a bit wilder

theyre not shy LMAO

steamy intense makeouts like

how is he so good? lily is very satisfied

overall they’re such a fun beautiful HAPPY couple

theyre both so loving and wonderful and there is not one single doubt in anyone’s mind that they love each other fully

jaemin:

literally impossible in any universe

chenle:

lily and chenle have always been two sides of the same coin and he had been waiting for so long

the SMILES

the most beautiful happy smiles at each other ALWAYS because how did they get so lucky?

they were each other’s first proper kiss (canonically, as well)

it’s perfect because they’re best friends and always have been

nothing much changes except the affection and little things because they’re both still best friends

jisung being on all of their dates

he always buys her expensive shit and she hates it so much

she puts on lipstick JUST to kiss his cheek

jisung has walked in on them vibing, on them making out, and yeah he’s sick of it and so happy he only saw them kissing

always sleeping in the same room (usually at his place 👀) but theyre a huge mess when they sleep at night and someone ends up hitting the other because chenle moves too much for her liking

they’re still competitive and of course they still have their alliance

because dating or not, they would fight to the death on that rooftop

chenle literally will kiss every inch of her face because he likes hearing her giggles and he can’t believe he finally got his lily

CUDDLING ALL THE TIME and they’ve fallen asleep on the couch in the dorms and when they’re sleeping HARD the others like to see how many things they can balance on their heads

he will HYPE HER UP ALWAYS

but then say summ like “her face is weird tho” after and unless they’re in front of fans he ends up kissing her after she hits him

when she has to be sexy on stage, he is HERE FOR IT even if the stage is with another person because!! YES his girlfriend is hot, he’s LUCKY

she loves going to his house!! mostly because his family but also

they get to have privacy and be a couple

they’ll hold hands on camera cuz they don’t give a single fuck

they’re definitely outed and have to go public

which just makes their competitive streak and constant roasts WORSE

she loves the sound of his laugh but will yell at him if it hurts her ears

threatens to get one of his predebut photos tattooed on her

a big part of them loving each other is annoying each other and being soft behind the scenes

always together

SLIGHT nsfw below. no smut but. and then some fluff near the end <3

the more intimate aspects of the relationship were really weird at first

but they’re very compatible so it was just fun to them

he WILL honk her boob. has done it in front of the others by accident and jaemin forbid her to see him for a few days

they kinda taught each other how to kiss way before they dated so it was funny when they did it as a couple

peak friends-to-lovers and even czennies can’t help but love then

jisung:

god their shyness is kinda annoying

really confident in private- they talk a lot, they’re very good at just chilling

but lily has to be the one to hold his hand because he’ll get nervous even when he’s so comfy in the relationship

i mean not that the dreamies have time to be in a relationship, but jisung was so SCARED to kiss her and have his first kiss

she thought it was funny

clumsy duo and they tease tf outta each other for it

chenle always being around

they can’t tell who the members are more protective over in the relationship

hugs!!! she loves to backhug him and he thinks it’s cute cuz she’s so tiny

they watch harry potter too much

she has almost convinced him to ride a rollercoaster but ended up failing

he makes fun of her height a lot and then she’ll trip him or something

he’s kinda protective and gets insecure that he’s younger than her sometimes but she just kisses his cheek and tells him to stop worrying

tbh they’re the most innocent, wholesome couple

they wanna go out on dates and they do but catch another member tagging along to babysit them

she gets wine drunk next to him and he can’t drink so he just has this drunk woman on his hands and doesn’t know what to do but honestly she just wants him to cuddle her to sleep

his voice is her favorite sound and she wants him to sing more

whenever anyone says something weird about jisung they both hold up the handcuffs cuz

they’re super weird they can be so confident and then one of them gets flustered and will be a shy baby

trading lines in concerts

lily making cute faces at him, staring at him blankly, winking at him, acting cute to him in front of fans

they share one braincell together and probably accidentally outed themselves by using pet names and like. holding hands on live

and then the OH SHIT face happens

they’ve given the older members heart attacks because he’ll give her a piggyback ride, they’ll hug really tight, or WORSE... they’ll give each other a lil kiss

they’re more innocent by nature but they love kissing and he loves holding her face because her skin is pretty and soft

he wears her perfume on his wrist so he can smell her and smile

the type of boyfriend who is CLUELESS about girl stuff

he wants her to try a different hair color. like a weird one

she refuses

taeyong actually loves them together so much

them dating and being IN LOVE and jisung still gives her cash for her birthday

the “i love you’s” are so. cute. and full. of. LOVE

she is merciless when theyre playing something against each other. she’ll TRY to get him out

usually lily is clingier but when she’s standing and jisung is sitting with his arms around her waist and his head squished to her side it’s so cute

he gets randomly really clingy at times and won’t let go of her

emotional bub will get teary because he loves her so much

[hongism]

Hi~ I'm super soft for Mingi these days so could u please write an imagine/scenario(??) about him and the reader having a movie night cuddling on the couch and he's complaining about being tired bc of schedule and then you try to make him feel better by giving him the best suck in his life~ I'm sorry if that's too specific, but feel free to write it as you like tho! ^^

alright yoit this took way too long for me to do, but i finally cleared out most of the big stuff in the inbox so i’m finally gonna get around to writing the imagines :D also boo don’t worry about it being too specific, it’s actually nice for me to have lots of details so i know what to write and how to write it as best i can so hehe i’m glad you gave lots of deets onwARDS WE GO

genre: smut, fluff

warnings: blowjobs

Title: Tired

…

Eyes transfixed on the screen before you, you slide further against your boyfriend on the couch. One hand slides over his stomach as you sink your head onto his shoulder, the other lingering near the nape of his neck and combing through the ends of his hair.

“Mingi,” you mutter as a small snore escapes his lips. You bring your hand further down and squeeze his side gently. “Baby, do you wanna go to bed?”

Mingi shakes his head when you speak, eyes fluttering open and coming to rest on you. “Huh?”

“Do you wanna go to bed? You feel asleep.”

“Oh, did I? No, no, no. I wanna stay up with you, we barely get any time together as it is.” You frown as Mingi looks down at you. He slides his hand across yours, mimicking the little frown on your lips. “I want to stay up,” he repeats.

“You need to sleep though, Mingi. You have to be up early again tomorrow for practice. I can’t keep you up, okay?” You press your chin against Mingi’s shoulder, glancing up at his face and offering a weak smile.

“I just feel bad. I do this every time we’re together, and that’s not really fair to you, you know?”

“I’ve told you before that I don’t mind, Mingi.”

“It bothers me though.”

“You work a lot, baby. I understand that you’re busy, and I’ve told you time and time again that it’s okay.” Mingi blinks down at you, the movie on the TV forgotten and ignored as his gaze slips down your face to your lips.

“I-I…” He trails off. The bob of his Adam’s apple catches your eye. You smirk at the sight, then pull away from his shoulder.

“Can I convince you to rest?”

“W-What?”

You laugh at Mingi’s confusion, straightening your back and pressing your hand to his thigh. “Can I take care of you, Mingi?” You don’t wait for an answer before you’re sliding off the couch and onto your knees before Mingi. And it’s a good thing at that, because Mingi can’t seem to even get words out as he looks down at you. You nudge his knees apart and scoot forward a bit more, eyes not leaving Mingi’s. As your fingers trail over the waistband of his sweatpants, you hesitate, teasing the fabric by slipping the pads of your fingers under to brush his skin. He shivers under you, body stiffening and jerking under you. “Use your words, Mingi. Do you want me to take care of you?”

“Yes,” he spits out without hesitation. You dig your fingers further into his skin at the words, and his whole body jerks again. “Fuck yes.”

You hum in response then bring your gaze off his to focus more on the growing tent in his pants. With a small tug, you bring the band of his sweatpants down, and Mingi helps you pull them further down by pushing your hands to the side and yanking them himself. You laugh at the eagerness in his actions, hands coming to rest on his thighs once he’s settled back against the couch again.

“Can you suck me off?” Mingi asks as you run the blunts of your nails up and down his thighs.

“I’m getting there, baby. Be patient.” Shifting your fingers to the blue fabric of his underwear, you leave a trail of feather light touches over the outline of his cock. You’re barely touching him and yet he’s writhing under you already, thighs tensing. “Mingi~” You sing under your breath. 

You place your palm directly over the bulge in his underwear, squeezing gently, and when he groans at the contact, you grin. Part of you wants to tease a bit longer, play a bit more and send Mingi into a frenzy. The brat in you wants that at least, but as much as you want to be put in place, Mingi deserves a good reward for working so hard all the time. With a small hum, you decide to put Mingi out of his misery and pull back the elastic of his underwear. His breath hitches as the cold air hits his dick. 

You lean forward, hand wrapping around the base of his dick, and you bring the tip to your mouth. Mingi exhales. 

“What’s wrong, Mingi?” You ask as you press a kiss to his head then linger there, warm breath over him. “Want me to stop?”

“No, please don’t stop. Please.” Mingi’s small begs egg you on. You flatten your tongue against the head of his cock then slip the whole tip between your lips, offering a small suck as soon as he’s in your mouth. “F-Fuck, Y/N.” You give him a few seconds to relish in your small sucks before pulling off and dribbling a line of saliva over him. “Fuck, that’s hot. Holy sh–ah!” 

You don’t give him time to breathe or finish the thought, instead you drop your lips over him once again, this time taking half of him into your mouth. You hesitate there and massage the flat of your tongue against the underside of his dick while looking up at Mingi through heavily lidded eyes. 

“God, you take me so well. Fuck, look at your pretty little mouth around me.” Mingi groans as he watches you work, your cheeks hollowing around him as you bob up and down. “Baby, can you take me deeper? Please?” 

You hum around his, the vibrations sending a trail of goosebumps across his skin. Still, you do as asked and slip him further into your mouth, and as much as you try to bottom out, he hits the back of your throat before you’re able to take him all in. You go to move off of him, tongue already curled and twisted around his dick, but Mingi brings a hand to the back of your head instead and holds you there for a few more seconds. 

“Hold on, baby, hold on. I just wanna–I wanna–ah fuck, you feel so good.” The distraction of pleasure allows for you to pull off of him, dick slipping between your lips with a loud pop. 

“Hm? What’s wrong, baby?” You curl your fingers around him tighter, squeezing the base of his cock until he’s whining. “I just wanna make you feel good.” A laugh slips between your lips before you take him back into your mouth, sucking harshly at him until he welps under you. 

“Ah! Ah, Y/N, hold on. Hold on, wait, ah I don’t wanna cum yet!” Mingi squirms, and the slight desperation in his tone gives you incentive to pull off and slowly jerk him instead. Your spit is slick against him, helping you jerk him. As you slow your strokes, he whines and tries to relax his muscles. 

“Mingi,” you say a moment later.

“A-ah, ye-yes?” You glance up at Mingi’s face, finding his brows furrowed in concentration, and he doesn’t look down at your face; rather, his focus is on the hand around his cock that slowly curves and strokes around him in an all too teasing manner.

“I want you to cum in my mouth. I wanna swallow it.” The words have a visceral reaction on Mingi, his whole body tensing the second he relaxes, and you feel his dick twitch under your hand. You bite back a laugh at his reaction, and honestly the desire to laugh leaves you immediately when you see the glint in Mingi’s eyes. He pushes your hand off him, one of his own taking it’s place, the other still on the back of your head. 

“Suck,” he demands as he pushed his cock closer to you. 

You don’t hesitate in taking him back into your mouth and flattening your tongue against him. Mingi guides your head across him which leaves you to simply suck away at him as asked while he bobs your head up and down. Either you’re sucking him better than you thought or something about the whole image below him is really getting to him, because only a few moments pass before he’s quaking under your mouth. The grip on your hair lessens the closer he gets to orgasming, and that honestly only prompts you to suck harder. And then, moments later, he’s letting out a low groan that quickly drifts into a high-pitched whine. His cum is hot as it spills down your throat, and you nearly choke around him before swallowing the rest of his load.

“Fuck,” Mingi mutters as he watches you swallow around him, popping of his cock with a small smile. “That was hot as hell, baby.”

“Hm, I’m glad to hear it. Are you ready to go to bed now?” You sit back on your heels. Bringing a finger to your lips, you wipe away the excess saliva dripping down your chin. Mingi’s gaze stays on you, eyes carefully following the movements of your fingers across your lips. He leans down and tilts your chin upwards to press his lips to yours. He hums into the kiss then swipes his tongue across your bottom lip.

“I think I have a few more things I’d like to do to you first.”

…

a/n: hi goodbye i’m leaving YEEHAW can’t believe i wrote this trash

also ignore this pos imagine it’s my first time writing smut EVER

[wollymalfoy]

The king and queen of stubbornness

Draco Malfoy x reader

Request by @mewstriker : Heya! Can I request a Draco Malfoy x reader? Where the reader is a slytherin as well and gets hurt during the quidditch and refuses to ask for help cus she is super stubborn and Draco is just done with her bs and makes her let him help her. Thanks!

Writers note: I loved this idea so muchhh! This is my first request so I tried to do my best and I hope you all liked it.

Having Draco Malfoy as your boyfriend was to say the least, eventful. You were both incredibly stubborn. Draco was far worse than you might i add. Like in potions for example, he’d be adding the wrong ingredients or leaving it to simmer for too long and you would try to correct him just to help him out, but he always insisted he was fine and could do it himself. Do it himself my ass. The cauldron had ended up with a hole in the bottom that day. ‘I told you’ you said smirking at your blonde boyfriend. But although he was stubborn you loved him to bits and cherished every moment you had with him, even the ones where you where both being crazy difficult.

You both sat in the library finishing a potions assignment, both of you getting through it very easily. Thank god. You wasn’t up to argue back and forth over helping one another it was way too late for that. ‘Right I’ve done, how you getting on?’ Draco said placing down his quill and looking over to you. ‘I’m fine just one more sentence and I’ll be done’ you said smiling. Draco lay his head on his folded arms on the table and watched you peacefully as you wrote the final sentence. You lay your head the same as him and looked into his eyes, ‘you ready for the match tomorrow?’ You questioned. You and Draco had both joined the team at the same time, your second year, which is how you met. You had never spoken to the boy before your first practice, you had two close friends and the three of you kept to yourself. You was a chaser and you was a pretty great player, everyone at Hogwarts knew this. Some people even envied that Slytherin has such a good player. ‘I’m always ready, because I’m such a good player, love’ draco said lifting his head up and leaning back on his chair looking very smug. ‘I’m better than you though’ you said. You and Draco argued back and forth on ‘no your not’ and ‘yes I am’ and didn’t stop until you reached the doors of the library. You turned to look at him and furrowed your brows then turned and broke into a jog. ‘First one to the common room is the best player!’ ‘Oh come on, Y/N/N this is hardly fair’ he said picking up his pace.

Walking into the changing room you saw your boyfriend putting on his green and silver robes, looking incredibly handsome. You wrapped your arms around his neck, ‘good luck out there’ you said as he wrapped his arms around your waist. ‘You too, love’ he said placing a kiss on your lips. ‘We’ve got a quidditch game to win guys’ said one of the chasers coldly. You and Draco gave him a piercing look then you turned to change.

It was Slytherin vs Ravenclaw and you was winning 120-90. It was a long match and you were praying Draco would get the snitch soon. You flew and caught the quaffle that had been passed from your teams chaser and sped towards the goal posts weaving inbetween Ravenclaw players. You held your arm up to shoot then suddenly you where hit in the back of the head. The quaffle fell from your hand as you sat on your broom your head pulsing and vision blurry. You knew you should be landing but you couldn’t leave your team, so you carried on playing. ‘Y/N, you alright mate?’ Questioned Goyle. You tried to nod but a sharp pain radiated in your head. You grabbed hold of your broom and carried on playing. Your vision still blurry. Come on you thought, I need my vision to go back to normal. You tried to catch the quaffle but instead of catching it it hit you in the face. Losing your balance you fell backwards from your broom. You hit the ground with a loud thud. Draco hadn’t notice he was too focused on the snitch that was inches away from his finger tips. You lay there on your back, head spinning and feeling very nauseous. The crowd then began to cheer (or boo) draco must have caught the snitch you thought. Moments later you saw a figure standing over you, you could just make out that it was your boyfriend with a frown on his face. ‘Y/N are you okay!’ He said clearly in shock, ‘I only just realised you fell, I’m so sorry’. You tried to sit up with great difficulty, ‘I’m fine’ you said as you winced at the pain in your head. ‘You are not fine Y/N Y/L/N, Goyle told me everything that happened’ he said caressing your face. ‘Really, I’m fine’ you said standing up. You began to walk to the changing rooms pushing past the crowd of people that formed around you on the pitch. Draco followed after you ‘Y/N’ he wined but you ignored this. ‘You can’t even walk straight!’ He exclaimed. You where indeed not walking straight, you where moving from side to side sometimes tripping over your own feet. Then you felt it. Vomit was travelling from your stomach and your bent over and vomited all over the pitch. ‘Y/N stop acting like your okay! Your clearly not okay!’ He said grabbing at your hair to prevent you getting vomit in it. You wiped your mouth with your sleeve and insisted you was fine again. ‘Can you be any more stubborn!’ He said as you both entered the changing room. You began getting change but was having a difficult time unbuttoning because of your blurry vision. ‘Can you stop shouting it’s hurting my head’ you said not looking at him. ‘That’s it’ he said picking you up in his arms, ‘I’m taking you to Madame Pomfrey’. ‘Draco how many times do I have to tell you in fine’ he ignored you and continued to carry you to the hospital wing.

You sat in the hospital bed as Madame Pomfrey saw to you with Draco sat on a chair beside the bed looking anxious. ‘Right, looks like you just have a concussion, my dear’ she said walking away. She came back with a dark green bottle, ‘just drink a cup of this and you’ll be able to leave once you feel better’ she said pouring you a glass. She handed the cup to you and left again. You stared at the contents of the cup. ‘Well drink it’ Draco insisted furrowing his brows. You stuck out your tongue out at him but did as you was told. The potion didn’t taste very nice so you struggled to swallow. You managed to get the liquid down, stuck your tongue out and gagged. ‘That was horrible’ you expressed and Draco smirked at you. ‘You need to stop being so stubborn love’ Draco mentioned ‘you needed help, it’s clear to see. If you didn’t she wouldn’t have given you the potion’ you just stared at the pale boy not wanting to argue while your head was pounding still. ‘I want to be able to help you, not just when you’re hurt but all the time’ he grabbed your hand and gave you a sad smile. ‘I’m sorry Draco... I guess I’m just used to being so independent’ you replied sitting up and giving him a deep kiss, arms wrapping around his neck like a scarf. After a few minutes you felt perfectly fine and left the hospital wing (only after Draco triple checked with Madame Pomfrey) both of you linking your arms. You rested your head as you walked on Draco’s shoulder and Draco placed a small kiss on your head. When you reached the common room the rest of the evening was spent with you and Draco curled up on the couch closest to the fire. Draco would check on you every few minutes as if you would drop dead if he didn’t. You found it very amusing and quite cute that he cared about you so much. ‘You know’ he said smiling ‘you could be the queen of stubbornness’. ‘Oh really’ you giggled, ‘that must make you king’

Thanks for reading ;)

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

A Place To Call Home: Bad Night

Summary: The reader has a bad day that only continues to get worse until things reach a breaking point...

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x foster daughter!reader

Word Count: 3,900ish

Warnings: language, angst

A/N: Takes place two years after the end of A Place To Call Home...

“Hi, Y/N,” said JJ when you got home from your group presentation. She was in her soccer uniform and you threw your head back. You’d promised you’d go to her first game of the season and of course you missed it. “Mom said school probably went long.”

“Long’s a word for it,” you grumbled, padding into the kitchen, stealing a banana off the counter. You paused, turning around with a smile. “I’ll try to make your game next week. I had a group project today and it ran late.”

“S’okay,” she said. “College is super hard.”

“Yeah, it is. But I’m almost all done so I’ll have more time to hang out soon,” you said with a smile. "So you guys win or what?”

“No. But I got a goal,” she said.

“Hey, that’s great! When I was little, we didn’t use to win all the games either,” you said.

“But you stopped playing when you were only like a year older than me,” she said.

“True. But stuff was a little different for me than you,” you said.

“You know…” she trailed off, coming around the counter, climbing on top of it. “You said someday when I’m bigger you’d tell me about when you didn’t have a family.”

“You’re a little too little JJ,” you said.

“You’ve been saying that since I was five,” she said.

“How about when you’re taller than dad, then I’ll tell you,” you teased.

“Argh,” she grumbled, hopping off the counter.

“Someday, JJ. I promise,” you said, giving her a hug. You kissed the top of her head, JJ looking up at you.

“Are you okay?” she asked. You hummed and nodded, patting her back.

“Go practice your dribbling while I harass the other dorks,” you said. “Where are the twins anyways? The house is a little quiet for those two.”

“Hide and go seek,” she said.

“Where’s mom?” you asked.

“Store,” she said.

“You’re only ten, kiddo. She left you guys-”

“Boo!” you heard shouted right behind you. You jumped, screamed and shot your leg back, connecting with something. “Fuck.”

You spun around, spotting Jensen on the ground in the middle of the kitchen floor, holding his middle.

“Oh my…” you said, running your hands over your face.

“I should be mad,” he squeaked out. “But this is what I get for that self-defense class, isn’t it.”

“I thought you couldn’t come home this weekend. Everybody’s going up to grandma and grandpa’s,” you said.

“Mom and I thought we’d surprise you,” he said, getting up to his feet. “We thought maybe you and I could hang out here this weekend. It’s been awhile since we hung out.”

“I’m 22, dad. Hanging out with my dad isn’t…” you trailed off, shaking your head when you saw his face start to fall. “I um...I’m sorry, that was rude. Of course we can hang out.”

“You okay, kiddo?” he asked softly.

“I asked that too. She said she was fine,” said JJ.

“Uh huh,” said Jensen, biting his bottom lip. You washed up your hands and excused yourself to your room, changing into some sweats, getting a knock at the door a minute later. You rolled your eyes, a knock coming again before the door started to open.

“I’m changing!” you shouted, shoving it back closed. You sighed as you opened the door a minute later, Jensen standing there with crossed arms. “What?”

“You’re a little snippy today, don’t you think?” he said.

“I have another final to head to. Just a tad bit stressed,” you said, picking up your backup and slinging it over your shoulder.

“You just got home,” he said.

“I came home to change out of those stuffy clothes, that’s it. I’ll be home later,” you said.

“Alright. Well text me when you’re heading back so I can order us some dinner,” he said.

“Sure,” you said, fishing your car keys from your backpack, your dad rolling his eyes. “Can I go or do I need permission to leave the house again?”

“Go take your test. Good luck,” he said, holding up his hands.

“Thank you,” you said, giving the twins a quick hug on the way out.

To say your day had gone from bad to worse was a bit of an understatement. Your shitty group project and actually taking your final had turned out to be the best part of it somehow. You never realized until you pulled in the driveway that you forgot to text Jensen about dinner.

“Great. He’ll be pissed,” you grumbled. You ditched your bag in your bedroom, finding him in the family room, munching on a piece of pizza. “You got food?”

“It’s nine. I was hungry and I figured you were getting dinner with your friends,” he said.

“Well I didn’t,” you shot back, going to the fridge and peeling open the pink tupperware container. “Who the fuck took my spaghetti?”

“De did when she took the kids to my parents and what the fuck is going on with you today?” he said, hopping up from the couch. You slammed the fridge shut and brushed him off, trying to head for your room when he blocked the way. “Y/N.”

“Don’t,” you said. He scoffed and crossed his arms. “Let me-”

“No. Something is going on and you’re talking to me about it one way or the other,” he said.

“I’m an adult. I don’t have to tell you shit,” you said.

“You live in my house in case you forgot. I want…” he trailed off as you took a step away. “Y/N. I didn’t mean…”

“You’re right. S’your house,” you said quietly, heading for the front door. “S’all yours.”

“Kiddo,” he said. You quickly slipped on your shoes before he caught up and were out the door. You didn’t get more than a few steps out from under the covered porch before you felt a pair of arms around you. “You do not run away from us. You promised me.”

“I’m having a really bad day,” you breathed out, ducking your head down. He spun you around and pulled you into his chest, shushing you when you felt the tears start to fall. “I’m sorry. I know I’m supposed to talk when I feel like this.”

“How do you feel?” he asked quietly.

“Like you’d be better off without me,” you said, trying to burrow your face in him for a moment. You quickly tried to move away though, his arms not giving an inch. “Just get rid of me.”

“Never,” he whispered, kissing the top of your head. “Don’t know what I’d do without my tall munchkin.”

“Just let me…” you trailed off, pushing against him for a few seconds, his arms steadying you before you just started absolutely bawling.

“Sh,” he shushed, bending down for a moment and then your feet were off the ground, wrapped around the small of his back. He carried you back inside as you clung to him, walking you around shushing you like he used to when the twins were toddlers.

“I’m not a baby,” you croaked, crying harder. “Get rid of me.”

“Stop saying that, Y/N Ackles. Over my dead body and not even then. I thought I told you. It’s my job to protect you,” he said.

“No it’s not,” you whined. “You think I’m the pathetic girl with the dead parents. You wish you never met me. You probably wish that car crash did a better job on me.”

He immediately carried you into his room and sat you down on the bed, bending down in front of you. He was crying. You’d never seen him cry except on TV before and that one time mom asked you to take the kids to the park for a few hours.

It was your fault. Another thing you screwed up today.

“I love you. I love you so much, honey. If I could go back and fix it all for you and give you back your parents and take away all of that pain I would, I would do it in a heartbeat. Even if I never got to see you again or give you a hug or have you roll your eyes at me, I would do anything for you, sweetie. Even if it hurt me. Even if it destroyed me and that would, it would, but you’d be happy and that’s all I want for you. But I can’t go back and make it better,” he said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

You bit your bottom lip, staring at your lap when he peeled off your sneakers. You glanced up at him, watching him toss them aside.

“Why don’t you hate me?” you breathed out.

“Because I love you,” he said. He sat up on the bed, pulling you to sit in his lap and you felt like a child, unable to look him in the face. “I wish you were never in that accident in the first place. I wish you’ve never been that hurt or scared. I love you. I love you, kiddo. I will love you forever.”

“No you won’t,” you mumbled, turning into his shoulder again, letting out another sob when he rubbed his hand up and down your back.

If he spoke again, you couldn’t hear him over your crying. You felt tired when you finally opened your eyes again, Jensen humming a song, still keeping his arm wrapped around you. You lifted your head, a smile on his face.

“There she is. Tuckered yourself out with all that,” he said. You sat up some more, getting a headache but catching that the clock said it was almost eleven. You went to leave when his hand caught your wrist. “No. You are going to do what I say right now, okay?”

You nodded wearily, following him out of bed and into their bathroom.

“Clean yourself up while I go get some pajamas for you,” he said. He was back faster than you expected, one of his shirts and a pair of your mom’s pajama shorts in his arms when he returned. “I’ll be right outside. Have some water to drink too, sweetie.”

Your head hurt and you gulped down some water first. That relieved a bit of the tension. But your face was a wreck. Eyes puffy and red, so many tear tracks down your face it looked like a salt scrub. You filled up the sink with warm water and tried to wipe yourself off, pulling off your shirt and cleaning up where the tears had stained your neck and chest too.

After you changed, you exited the room and found your favorite blanket on top of the bed, Jensen in his pajamas too.

“You need some sleep,” he said, patting the one side.

“In here? With you?” you asked quietly.

“I’m not leaving you alone tonight,” he said.

“Why,” you asked.

“I’m scared you’ll run away on me and I’ll never see you again,” he said.

Somehow your body still had the ability to create tears as you slid under the covers. He climbed on top and used a blanket for himself, scooting over closer when you tried to hide away under the pillows.

“We need to talk before you go to sleep,” he said.

“About what?” you mumbled.

“About whatever is going on,” he said.

“I had a bad day,” you said.

“I have seen you have bad days. This is old school, you were afraid to even let me touch you, Y/N behavior. What’s-”

“Dad, can we please talk about this in the morning? Please. I’m so tired,” you said, moving the pillow away. Your puppy dog eyes must have worked because he nodded. You rolled onto your side, feeling a hand against your back lightly.

“You’re shaking,” he said.

“I’m crying again, alright?” you said.

“Alright,” he said. It didn’t take long for you to give in and roll into his chest. “Alright. Dad’s got you. You’ll be okay.”

You woke up around four in the morning, blinking a few times before you noticed your dad was awake and staring at the ceiling.

“Dad?” you whispered.

“You should get some sleep, honey. We can talk in the morning,” he said.

“Why are you up?” you asked.

“Thinking,” he said quietly.

“Dad.”

“You’re not going back to sleep, are you,” he said.

“I’m sorry,” you said. He sighed and sat up, flipping on his bedside lamp before he sat back against the headboard.

“No. I’m sorry I-”

“You think this is your fault when it’s mine so just stop,” you said, staring up at him. You sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. “Just stop.”

“I’m your father. I don’t just stop when I see my daughter hurting,” he said.

“Maybe if you stopped being perfect for one minute you’d have an easier time,” you said. You got out of the bed and headed across the room, nearly to the kitchen when you felt him right on your heels. “Oh, leave me alone. I’m an adult. You can’t make me do anything.”

“Oh, you’re an adult. I see. Remember when I told you adults have feelings too?” he said.

“Get lost,” you said, storming over to the hall to your room.

“Did I scare you?” he called, freezing you in your tracks. You turned away, spotting him with closed eyes by the kitchen counter. “It was just a joke, earlier. It was stupid. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I told you. I will never ever hurt you. I’m sorry. If you want me to leave or to call mom or whatever then okay, we’ll do it. But don’t walk out on us because I screwed up.”

“It has nothing to do with that,” you said, shaking your head. “Go back to bed.”

“Then talk,” he said. “No more attitude. You are sweet and kind and good. You’re better than me, that’s for damn sure. You’re scared and hiding and I know all of the signs. It’s just been awhile since I’ve seen them.”

“How about you start with the fact I’m a failure. How the hell don’t you see that?” you asked. He walked over and pulled you over to the couch, giving you a hug.

“Because it’s not true. Did you fail a class or a final? Sweetheart, it’s okay if you did. It’s not the end of the world,” he said.

“I didn’t fail anything,” you said.

“Then what.”

“I found out today I didn’t get the job at the firm downtown I really wanted to get into,” you said.

“I’m sorry,” he said, giving you a smile. “But it’s-”

“One of the kids in my group project did. He’s an idiot and he got it because his uncle works there,” you said. “So that was shitty but I was dealing with it. Then I went to my other final and I was getting some weird looks but I brushed it off and apparently I’m just the dumb girl the rich people felt sorry for, for years, but I couldn’t even pay my way into getting a job at the firm. So I left as soon as I could and went over to TJ’s and he told me I was overreacting which I knew I was but I needed to vent but he kept brushing me off and he had a final so I left and went to the student center to talk to the career counselor and he told me all the other positions I put in for had been filled up too and it’s graduation next week and I don’t have a job lined up and most of my ‘friends’ are assholes and you wasted so much time and money sending me to school when I should have just gone and waited tables or something and just...you just wasted so much on me and I can’t give it back and I missed JJ’s game and I yelled at Zepp yesterday for playing too loud when I was studying but he’s just a little kid and I shouldn’t have yelled at him and I don’t want him to be scared of me and it sounds so fucking stupid to say it out loud and I just want to run away and stop bothering you guys and let you focus on the actual non fucked up kids that are your real ones and not this reject that no one wants and…”

“Sh,” he said, pulling you into his chest. “Sh. It’s okay.”

“No it’s not,” you said, crying against him again.

“I was expecting a completely different answer to be honest. You don’t remember what tonight is, do you?” he asked. You lifted your head up, shaking it at him. “It was twelve years ago, the accident. You did this a few years ago too. You got nightmares all week long. You were scared you were letting us down, letting your parents down. You think you’re doing that again based on everything you just said.”

“I shouldn’t-”

“What did I say? I’m in this for the long haul, kiddo. You’re ours and we’re yours. A job is just a job,” he said. “I love how driven you are, I do. But that standard you hold yourself to? It’s too high, honey. You are human. You are 22. Trust me. You’re the prime age for the whole ‘what the fuck am I doing with my life’ to hit you hard. It’ll happen when you’re older too. The biggest secret of being an adult? We don’t have a clue what we’re doing. But if you’re good and kind and you work hard, odds are it’ll turn out in your favor. But you have to relax a little too.”

“...but you moved out when you were-”

“I have had a very different life than you. Don’t ever compare your life to someone else’s. Just live your own. You can stay here forever if you want. You will never be kicked out. We’ll never be disappointed in you for not getting your dream job. And Zepp knows he is not supposed to be bothering you when you’re studying and JJ understands why you missed her game. I seriously doubt you ‘yelled’ at him either. You’ve been watching over him like a hawk ever since the blanket incident.”

“He’s my little brother. I’m supposed to. I watch all of them like that,” you said. He smiled, kissing your cheek.

“I know. You’re an amazing big sister,” he said. “Hell of a lot better than I was to my kid sister.”

“JJ’s asking about before I came here again,” you said.

“Do I need to talk to her?” he asked.

“I don’t think she’s old enough to know,” you said.

“It’s your decision to tell her or not. It always has been. But I will say this. She’s ten in a few weeks. You were ten when it happened. She might be more ready than you think,” he said.

“I don’t want her to look at me like she feels sorry for me,” you said. “And she is just a kid. There is screwed up stuff that happened to me and that I saw. I don’t want her to be afraid.”

“Then you wait until you think she’s old enough,” he said. “She loves you. She understands things were different for you. Plus you take her to get ice cream so she loves you more than anyone in this house.”

“Dad,” you said, shifting in your seat. “I’m sorry for tonight and yesterday. I...I don’t know why I got so scared and upset. I mean I do but I know you love me and a job doesn’t matter to you.”

“It’s called a bad day, honey. We all get ‘em. And uh, why don’t you send Mr. TJ over here so I can tell him how you talk to a woman when she’s feeling down cause whatever he said, that wasn’t it,” he said.

“He had a final to go to,” you said.

“Uh huh. Still. Not exactly a stellar boyfriend move,” he said.

“Maybe he was just being a little human,” you said.

“Eh, it’s a good thing I like that kid,” he said. “You ditch me on our weekend together for him though and he’s dead to me.”

“Spoken like a true father,” you said.

“That’s one of the sweetest things you’ve ever said to me,” he said. You rolled your eyes, glancing at him a moment.

“What’s the sweetest?” you asked.

“That paper you wrote on me a few semesters ago? Bawled like a baby,” he said.

“Wait. Was that the day mom kicked us out of the house cause you…” you asked, his head nodding. “My paper did that? I’m sorry.”

“It wasn’t bad crying. It was just...you settled some fears I had that day, ones you don’t know about that,” he said.

“Dad,” you said. He hummed, watching you wipe off your face for a minute before you smiled and gave him a hug. “I can’t guarantee that I won’t get scared again. I feel silly after because I know I have a family now and you guys love me. But I don’t want you to ever be scared that I don’t love you. I do. I’m never afraid of you. You aren’t a replacement and you’re not dad #2 or second dad or anything. I had a dad and I miss him. I miss him a lot sometimes. But I have another dad and I think he’d be really proud of you too for sticking with me and giving me a dad again. I think they really would have liked you guys.”

“Never mind. That’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever said,” he said. You were both quiet for a few minutes until you started to yawn. “Let’s head back to bed. We’re getting up early. Going fishing.”

“Oh yay,” you sighed, standing and following him to his room. He started to laugh, shaking his head when plopped down on the mattress. “What?”

“Nothing, goofball. Sleep tight,” he said.

“Dad?” you asked.

“Yeah, kiddo?” he said, laying back down.

“There’s a spider on the wall,” you said. He chuckled and got up, grabbing a tissue before he dealt with it. “Thanks.”

“You know someday when you move out, you’ll have to kill those on your own,” he said.

“TJ can do it,” you said. He laughed, ruffling your hair when he sat again. “Night dad. Love you.”

“Love you too, honey.”

A/N: Check out The Boyfriend timestamp here!

[im-tops-bottom]

So....

Ever since Tony accidentally stumbled upon fanfiction while googling himself to catch up with the news, he's been seeing Bucky in a whole new light. He had always been a soft top and never thought about bottoming. Even when he was with men.

It started off as a fic where he topped both Steve and Bucky. He started gazing at both their asses. Mainly Bucky's. He found it weird that he never got turned on. He did however think about slapping it just for shits amd gigs.

Then Clint caught him while he was reading one about him topping the crap out of Bucky. He was the alpha to Bucky's omega. Clint laughed at the red faced Tony and told him to check out the 'bottom Tony' fics because alot of them a real good.

"how do you know about all this?"

"anything related to you taking it up the ass really gets me and Nat going. Oh all the things we did because of you"

"thanks? I guess"

"no problem. Have fun"

That is when things really started to kick in. It started off as the fic Clint suggested and Tony couldn't help but blush and/or stutter when he was in the same area as Bucky.

After the whole civil thing, Tony tried to use his anger on Steve and Hydra and Bucky to calm himself down but it never worked. Sure he forgave Bucky because it wasn't him but surely his anger towards Steve and hydra should have kept him sane.

Well as sane as one could get after he spent a whole night reading everything on ao3 where he was the sub to Bucky's Dom. And oh shit did he have trouble keeping calm around Bucky.

He told Clint after he spent 3 days pent up in his workshop, not because he had work to do, no he was already ahead of the game, but because he checked out the bottom Tony tag and the omega tony tag only looking at anything to with him and Bucky.

"I thought the angsty stuff would help but even then.....holy shit fans can get crazy and know too much"

"yeah well when your life has been plastered all over the news since before you were born, people tend to know stuff. It also helps when you say them on live national television"

"what do i do Clinty boo? I feel like I'm having panic attacks whenever he's around me but I can't leave the room. My body isn't allowing it"

"well you can start off by not calling me Clinty boo"

"cliiiiiiint"

"okay okay calm down. how are things between the two of you?"

"hopeless. I can't talk to him. I am still angry with what happened in Siberia. Well I forgave Bucky but the fight still haunts me. Watching that video still gets to me. I can't be around Steve without starting an argument. I think Bucky hates me because I attached his best friend which I'm pretty sure who he is dating because why not. The love between those two knows no bounds. Have you seen the old tapes? They clearly were in love. I also think Bucky thinks I hate him. Steve doesn't like leaving him alone with me. See! Romance of the ages"

"in that case use that to help keep you going. You are in the same room, remember what you just told me. Alone together, use that. If Steve is in the room, keep your attention on Steve and thr anger can keep you going"

"but Everytime im in the same room as the soldier, nothing but adult content plays in my mind"

"god i don't know if that is lust or you are"

"you finish that sentence and i swear to God"

"oh god your falling for your parents killer"

"hey it wasn't his fault. Hydra made him d- you were just saying that to rile me up weren't you?"

"and it worked. You are a hopeless cause"

At that moment Natasha walks in and sits behind Tony to cuddle him.

"who's a hopeless cause? Because I'm seeing two in this room"

Clint looks offended and Tony just laughs at Clint.

"Tony is thank you very much"

"and who are we blaming?"

Clint's eyes widen as he looks up and Nat follows them and raises a brow. Tony is completely oblivious as he has his head dowm and is currently playing with his fingers.

"Bucky"

Nat looks at Clint and Clint nods his head. Nat sighs as she hugs Tony tight.

"and what did our residental brainwashed assassin do?"

Tony with a redface explains what's been going on for pass year and never once looks up. Never once notices Clints sad face or Nat's smirk or the shocked faces of two people by the doorway.

"so you are pissed off with Steve still and madly in love with Bucky?"

"I'm not really pissed. It's just that he hurt me and I don't know how to come back from that. I was so gone with Steve and then the lies came and he chose his side. The anger helped me get over him but it changed me in more ways then one. I feel like I can forgive him but I don't ever want to go down that road with him ever again"

"have you ever told Steve this?"

"are you kidding Nat!?!"

"Clint shut up"

Tony jolts in surprise and looks up to spot the two super soldiers. Steve walks up to Tony and gets on his knees and grabs Tony's hands softly.

"Clint, Nat can you guys leave the room?"

"hell no!"

Nat drags an annoyed Clint with him. Clint screams out "I don't trust you guys even for a second. Friday make sure they don't hurt Tony"

"will do Mr Barton"

Once the spies leave, everything gets intense.

"Tony look at me"

Tony looks everywhere but at Steve.

"please?"

Steve pleads causing Tony to stare at him in surprise. Steve looks hurt, scared, worried, pained, guilty. Tony looks away again causing Steve to sigh.

"I know that I lost your trust amd I'm wary around y-"

"please don't"

"Tony"

Tony rips his hands out of Steve's and stands up shaking.

"not now. Just please. Not now"

Tony knows he's being a coward but he can't help it. Not when it comes to Steve and Bucky. He runs all the way up to the penthouse. Running up the stairs because there's less of a "oomph"

Tony feels pain and also his body being rolled over so he's on his back. He notices that panic had taken him up to his penthouse and he had just made outside his room before he could even tell Friday to lock the penthouse up. His body is shaking amd he's having trouble breathing.

"hey hey hey easy there fella"

He feels the body on top of him grab a hold of his shaking hands and hold them against a naked chest. A flesh is holding both his hands against it while the metal hand is rubbing his hip softly.

"Bucky?"

"it's me buddy. No talking. Just breathing. Follow me now. There we go"

Moments later after following along Tony begins to breathe normally again. He feels Bucky pick him up and carry hjm to the bed. He feels Buckys hand lay his head onto the chest and the sound of Bucky's heartbeat lulls him to sleep.

When Tony wakes up he stretches and it's not until he opens his eyes when his body decides to jolt and he let's out a Yelp causing the body under him to wake up. He becomes shocked as Bucky pulls tony against him as he holds out a gun scanning the area while growling. Tony places a hand on the stretched out arm.

"easy there four seasons. No one is here. I was surprised, that's all. Hey hey hey James look at me"

Bucky turns his head and looks Tony dead in the eye. Tony smiles as he manages to lean back.

"look at me! I'm alive. I'm in good health shut up Friday"

"yes boss"

"now put the gun down. I'll even let you check me over"

After a couple of seconds contemplating, Bucky puts the gun down and checks over Tony and calms down knowing that he is indeed okay.

"now Buckaroo, mind telling me what that was about?"

"I thought I heard you screaming"

"yeah I was surprised to find you here that's all"

"but I was the one that helped you through your attack"

"I know I realize that now. Why did you come after me?"

"to make sure you were okay and it was a good idea anyway"

"that's sweet and all but if you were there for the whole thing then you would know that things aren't really going well at the moment"

"Winter was angry"

"and why was he angry?"

"because of everything that's happened. We were both sad because even though you forgave us, you did everything you could to either stay away from us or look at us in disgust. It hurt"

"okay fair enough. But that wasn't directed at you. It was really directed at Steve and Hydra and myself"

"but you said"

"I know what I said. But did you hear the part where I said I tried but I couldn't so I was disgusted with myself be-"

Tony is surprised as he gets cut off by Bucky who is kissing him. After what felt like forever Bucky pulls away and smiles as Tony leans his forehead on top of Bucky's.

"heres what we are going to do genius. You, in all of your Stark confidence is gonna March down there and talk it out. it's been long over due and I think you killed the man after every thing you said"

"but"

"no buts Tony. Then after that we are gonna have our long over due talk. Once everything is said and done, I'm gonna take you out"

"with a gun?"

"on a date?"

"but why?"

"because it has come to my attention that you didn't notice how I acted around you because you were to busy reading fanfiction and thinking that I was dating Steve"

"aren't you?"

"no. He doesn't even swing that way. Just be glad that you never told him your feelings in the first place"

"I guess you are right"

"great"

Tony yelps as Bucky slaps his ass hard and pushes him off the bed. Tony goes red as Bucky smirks at him.

"what the hell was that for?"

"you amd Clint aren't the only ones who read that Smutty crap. That's okay though because we can make up for all that after our date"

"so we just come back and read?"

"you ain't thr only one to read bottom Tony fics. There are a few there that have given me ideas on what to do with you"

"what?"

"from what I heard"

Bucky still smirking, stands up and slides behind Tony before embracing him. His dick which had gone hard pressed up against Tony as he pulls tony against him. He leans down to whisper sexily into Tony's ear as his hands hold his waist.

"I'm about to pop your cherry tonight. Who knew playboy Tony Stark has a v-card for something. Men and women dont know what they're missing out on. Too bad that your mine now."

Bucky leaves a hickey on Tony's neck as he grinds down on him. He chuckles as he steps back and a redfaced Tony turns around.

"you evil man!"

Bucky licks his lips as his eyes roam Tony, smirk not once leaving his face. His eyes stop by Tony's and he thinks that maybe he can change his mind.

"how about this evil man deflowers you right now?"

Tony takes a step back

"but what about Steve?"

"fuck Steve"

"no thank you"

Tony falls back onto the bed and Bucky follows along with him.

The next day an exhausted Tony is finally let out of bed. After a quickie in the shower, he demands that Bucky puts clothes on him and then carries him down to breakfast.

Bucky instead picks him up and carries the screeching, naked Tony down two floors and on to his and Steve floor. He kicks open the door to a startled Steve's room and throws the naked Tony at him. Naked Tony lands right on Steve's lap causing the both of them to go red.

"talk!"

Is all Bucky says before leaving the room to go get dressed. After half an hour, Bucky checks on the two hoping they didn't kill each other as there hadn't been any yelling since he left. What shocks him is what he sees when he opens the door.

A naked Tony riding an equally naked Steve. He let's them finish before he smirks and raises a brow while crossing his arms. He licks his lips as Tony slumps forward against Steve.

"I thought you weren't gay"

"I thought you weren't into Tony"

"that's my boyfriend"

"who I just fucked. What are you going to do about it?"

"best friends share"

"shut it Tony"

"just saying. I have choices you know"

"and your choices are as follows, you either walk away from all this, pick someone or and I can't believe I'm saying this, get your naked ass on that bed and let us have our way with you"

"I would prefer walking away from all this"

Bucky laughs as he knows the reason why he chose that option. He decides to be a little shit anyway.

"oh you picked the third option. Well aren't you just a nice guy."

Steve looks confused and stares at Bucky.

"it's because he hadn't been let out my dick all night until an hour ago before we came here"

Bucky hops on the bed and pats his lap.

"let's see how skilled Stevie is. I am so confused and a little turned on right now. Steve dear, do not pull out. Bring the genius over here and I'll just slide into his dm's right next to ya. Tony I plan on being the first to do everything on that v-card of yours. It's gonna be a first for everything"

And just like that Bucky and Tony found out that Steve was bi and had been into Tony since they first met. After an actual talk and hashing everything out, thanks to Bucky, Tony does a whole set of new things for the first time and it's been nothing but wonderful. Well if you can call it that.

*3 days later*

"I think I'm dead."

Tony drops on to Clint's lap looking warn out. Clint feeds Tony some of what he is eating and when he hears Tony's stomach growl, calls nat to bring home extra food. He gives Tony a massage while Tony spills out the juicey gossip.

"you do know Nat is gonna want to hear about this"

"yeah well she can wait while I get the massage ever. God your fingers are magic"

"I would ask if you wanted a test trial but Tweedledee and Tweedledum look like they want to murder me already"

"I'm naked and you are magical of course they are. They can't have this body for the next week. I'm done! You hear me! Done! My legs are jelly, my ass and throat are sore, i look like i got mauled by a vampire, no one should be Cummings that much that isn't superhuman or a god. I'm gonna be feeling it for days. Clint be m bodyguard for the next week"

"no problem Tony. Friday initiate protocol Clint's Baby Genius"

"yes sir"

"oh god you named it that?"

Clint ignores Steve and Buckys screams as they run down the hallway and back up to their room in order to continue looking after Tony.

Nat returns amd laughs as the boys recount everything that happened as they eat and watch movies for the rest of the night.

"friday activate Natasha's shell head please"

"yes ma'am"

"I hate you but love you both at the same time"

"love you too shell head"

Tony groans as the spies laugh.

[proxylynn]

Lynchtale: File Name Game of Death #5

Chapter 5: All power, little control, some hope, but no care. WARNING: THIS IS A MATURE STORY THAT WILL HAVE BLOOD, GORE, PSYCHOLOGICAL SURVIVAL HORROR, HEAVY CURSING, AND LIKELY SEXUAL THEMES/BONING. I DO NOT OWN UNDERTALE, THAT BELONGS TO LORD TOBY FOX. I DO NOT OWN DEAD BY DAYLIGHT, THAT BELONGS TO BEHAVIOUR DIGITAL INC.. I DON'T OWN THE AU'S THAT SOME OF THE CHARACTERS COME FROM, THEY BELONG TO THEIR RESPECTIVE CREATORS. I DON'T OWN THE IDEA FOR LYNCHTALE, THAT BELONGS TO PUNNYSIDEUP (AKA. SANSFULPUNS). WHAT I DO OWN IS MY SELF-INSERT OC ANOMALY LYNSIE AND THE LOVE OF FAN PARODY. IF YOU'RE STILL READING THIS, THEN CONGRATULATIONS ON EITHER BEING ONE WITH STRONG DETERMINATION OR AN ENDLESS WILL TO OVERCOME THE CHALLENGE OF STOMACHING WHAT I HAVE IN MIND. EITHER WAY, IF YOU LIKE THIS AND/OR MY OTHER CONTENT, SIT BACK AND ENJOY THE ETERNAL PUNISHMENT. HAVE FUN SINNERS. ^_^ --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Do you ever have that odd sensation of floating? Like, there's nothing else, it's just space and you're simply drifting with nothing but this warm fuzzy feeling. Feels good. A nice feeling compared to the one I last felt. ...Crap. I've acknowledged this as a dream. That means I'll wake up soon and have to go back to all that other shit again. I hate that flaw of sleep. ...Oh well. Least this time I know I've died and ended up at camp. Worst comes to worst, David is sneaking a feel or Nea will hit me once I'm up. Either way, as long as I'm away from Legion then I'm fine. The last thing I want to see is that skeleton any time soon. Suddenly I feel something. A shift. Hands. God damn it, David, I will beat your ass black and blue! I faintly growl as my eyes struggle to open. "oh, look! she's waking up." I freeze. I don't know this voice. {big fucking deal. ya want a medal?} Another one? {just keep her quite. bones dose not want to be disturbed.} A third voice? Bones? Oh...Oh, fuck my life! I'm not at camp. I crack one eye open and find an overly chipper face grinning at me. And those eyes...light blue orbs with yellow stars for pupils. So full of energy and something else...something forced. His clothing, it's very similar to Bones but different enough to not be confused for him. This one has a pale blue hooded jacket that's fully zipped, the hood covering his head has no white fur around the collar. His shorts are the same color as the jacket, though the sleeves are dark grey, and he has dull grey knee-high socks. He has fingerless gloves too but are super pale blue and only the first two fingers are free from coverage. He spots light blue and pale blue sneakers. He doesn't have tape like Bones did, though he does have what looks like a long light blue scarf that's wrapped around his waist and tied into a bow on his back. Yet, of course, you can't forget the random splotches of blood that seem to make it look even better. "hello, human. did you sleep well?" Fully awake and trying not to freak out, I merely nod. It makes that grin of his stretch even wider. "good. i tried to make sure you were comfortable." Letting my senses come back, I find myself being cradled in this skeleton's lap and we are nestled by a fire pit. The fire that sits in the center of the chalet of their territory. Mount Ormond Resort. Ormond was once a small, remote ski town with idyllic slopes, but its resort turned obsolete when a deluxe ski village was built on Mount Richards less than two hours away. Mount Richards offered fresh slopes with luxurious stores and hotels, which crushed Mount Ormond's isolated, decrepit facilities. The fate of the mountain worsened when a mining project took interest in the coal present at its summit. The mountaintop was lined by explosives to extract coal seams from under it. The project caused public outrage and was stopped midway. Mount Ormond is now a soulful, deforested graveyard where gangs and teenagers go looking for trouble. Some people say that the mountain hides a darkness, a bottomless hole from where no one can return. And they aren't wrong. Legion lives here. "can you heal yourself?" Realization kicks in. I'm still injured. Of course, killers can't heal. So how have I not died this whole time? "well?" "Um...May I ask you something?" "sure." "Why am I not dead?" "oh, that's easy. you humans stop bleeding when held. so i figured i'd keep you in my arms till you woke up and do that yourself." "Oh...Makes sense." "also, you seemed cold. so i moved us over to the fire." "...Thank you." "but again, you can heal yourself...right?" "Yeah. Just...give me a moment to process this." "process what?" "The overly nice behavior. The general kindness. The attention to care and consideration. In short, and I mean no disrespect, but either you're so sweet it's unbelievable or you are trying way too hard to make me like you." {if ya call being a little bitch boy sweet, then it's the first one.} The second voice pulls my attention. Looking over my shoulder, there's another skeleton lounging sideways on a recliner and playing with his blade. But he's slightly transparent like a specter. This one, this is the killer you expect to find in Hot Topic. There is no blue on this one. Black, red, and yellow are his colors. Like a deadly snake. His eyes are wicked. Golden orbs surrounded by red filled sockets. And those teeth, it's like looking at the mouth of a shark but both bottom canine teeth are longer, protruding, and covered in gold. A red collar highlights his neck and the metal spikes add toughness. At first glance, he doesn't seem to have gloves, but he does, he's made finger-less gloves out of bandages. The jacket is black, a single red stripe runs down the length of each sleeve, the zipper teeth are like the golden fangs in his mouth, and the bottom hem has this red band with what looks like a silver bullet pattern. The jacket is also unzipped completely but form-hugging, so while you can see his rib cage he'd need to move around more to really expose it. He has matching black pants that, like Bones, he's rolled up the legs to his knees, showing off some of his tibia and fibula. The rest of his leg is covered by long scrunched black socks that can't go further than the top of the calf-high red combat boots, sporting yellow laces. Blood really shows on this guy but it matches him so well you could easily mistake it for design. As for the weapon he's playing with, it's a chained blade. One end locks it as a ring around his middle right finger in the shape of bone top, the gold chain coils around his arm to cross his back and coils down his left arm to where the bone-shaped metal knife is spinning in his left hand. "i am not! you're just a jerk!" {oooh, such strong language. ya sure showed me who's boss. *scoff* dumbass.} The blue skele-boy holding me pouts. "you're so mean." I am having a hard time understanding what is going on. Am I being punk'd? I feel like they're punking me. {your confusion is natural, human.} Oh right, there was a third voice. This one is a bit harder to find, I can't see him till he stands up behind what looks like a snack bar, apparently rummaging around for something. This one...He gives me chills. He looks like Bones yet...is off. He wears a blue jacket with a single white strip going down the sleeves, the hood is super fluffy with its furry rim, it's not zipped fully so his ribs are showing a bit, black shorts with two white stripes going down the sides, and short white socks in blue tennis shoes. His clothing is like the others, stained with blood. But that's not the scary part. It's his face. His physical appearance is what truly makes him stand out from the other. His bones appear weak as if he hadn't eaten anything for many years. His left eye glows blood-red while his right eye socket is completely black. He's got a big cracked hole on the top-left spot of his head and his smiley grin is wide and psychotic looking. The bone-shaped handle of a meat cleaver sticks out of a pocket on his left side. {we are not what your kind would see as normal.} He inspects a bottle but finds it empty and tosses it behind him into a wall, somehow not breaking it. "Not sure about that. You seem okay so far." Blue boy pokes into my wound and I yelp at his intruding digit. "please, if you would heal yourself now, it would be appreciated." "*wince* Alright, alright, sorry." He stops and I start the weird process of healing. At least with a medkit it makes sense. But somehow rubbing my hands across the injury for long enough undoes the damage. The Entity doesn't seem to understand how medicine and anatomy work. Occasionally I notice my "capture" watching this with interest. No clue if they can be taught how to heal but if possible I don't see anything bad about it. "wowzers. the hole is closing up. and all you're doing is rubbing it?" "Yeah. Makes no sense but if it works I can't knock it." Once the hole closes I do feel a bit stronger. Though the blood might take a bit longer to come to me. "all better now?" "For the most part. Sorry for the inconvenience...um..." I totally spaced on how I don't know these guys' names. I gently get off of him and rub my head like an idiot. "Sorry, I don't know your names. Just Bones. And he didn't mention you guys by name when we first met." "no harm done, human." The blue boy leaps to his feet and strikes an "I'm so cool" pose. "you may me boo." Why do I suddenly have the urge to call him boo-berry? "the potty mouth over there is chops." He points to the edge lord on the chair and said edge lord snarls while flipping us off. {piss off.} Such a charmer. "and mister doom over there is dead eye." The hungry one makes eye contact with me and after a moment of no emotion being expressed, he smiles but in an "I watch you sleep" kind of way with a slow wave hello. I force a nervous smile and wave back. His grin widens and I make a mental note to never be on that one's bad-side. "and together with bones, we make up the legion." "Nice to meet you all. Though, if it's okay to ask, where is Bones?" {that's none of your business, bitch.} {he is resting upstairs.} {mother fucker, don't undermine me in front of the meat!} Dead Eye pays Chops no mind. "after we got you here, he said and i quote...i'm so tired." {he said he was fucking tired.} "you know i don't swear." {pussy.} "jerk. you understood what i meant, right human?" I nod. "see? you don't have to curse all the time to explain things." {whatever, bitch boy.} Boo pouts and stomps his foot in annoyance. I can't help the small giggle that sneaks out at the childish act. "anyway, i bet you're wondering why you're here." Oh yeah, that is a thing. "It was a thought in the back of my head, yeah. But I figured Bones wanted to kick my butt in the privacy of his home turf." {no dice, meat. that was my idea.} Why is that not surprising even though I just met this guy? "actually, you were brought here so we could talk." "Talk?" "yes. see...we need your help." I fold my arms. "Forgive me if I find that a bit hard to believe." {you have trust issues.} Dead Eye suddenly speaks into my ear and I nearly jump into the fire from shock. This reaction has Chops laughing his bony ass off and Dead Eye smiling in amusement. Damn specter moved silently and fast for that. Boo comes to me and puts an arm around my back in comfort. "are you okay?" "Yeah. *shaky breath* D-Dude got me good. Nearly jumped out of my skin." Dead Eye's smile never falters. Yet his eye holds a stronger intent. I don't like it. {good one, creep show. maybe next time you can actually skin this kitten and we get some lady bone action.} That remark makes Dead Eye sneer. {do not call me that name. and there would be no point...} He turns away moving to examine a messy bookshelf. {it is not like you would know what to do even if you managed to get a female.} That stung Chops, he gets out of his seat and flings his blade into the shelf to make his point. {don't talk shit, freak. if you're gonna dis me, then have the balls to do it to my face!} The death glare shot to Chops is heart-stopping. {do not call me that word. you will not like what will happen if you do. this is your last warning.} Chops exchanges glares with Dead Eye before scoffing and yanking the weapon back effortlessly. {ya ain't worth the trouble.} They go about their previous activities as if nothing happened. I just look at Boo confused. "don't worry. this is normal." "If you say so." "here, let's go over there." Boo leads me away from the fire and we sit over by the stairs. Giving the other two their space. "so, like i was saying, we need your help." "Not sure how, but I'll bite. How?" "see...the thing is, when bones made that deal in the trial with you and carved our tag into you, he broke a rule set up by the others." "Go on." "um...from what i understand, he enacted claim of obsession when he cut you." "You'll have to forgive me. I know not the laws made by you guys." He rubs his jaw in thought. "if memory serves me right, the right of obsession was giving three main steps for a killer to have claim on a certain human. the first being the expression of intent to the group." "And he didn't do that, right?" "right. if anything, he did step three first then step one." "What was step three?" "leaving your mark on the target of obsession. be it mentally, physically, or emotionally." Memory has me look down the collar of my shirt. It's faint. Like stretchmarks. I can still see the lettering. "Yep. That step was achieved." "now we need to do step two. that one requires doing certain challenges when in trials with the target of obsession. that being you." I rock a bit. "So you boys need me to be in the loop and go along with this to make it easier. Correct?" He nods. "pretty much. there are no set challenges to do. the others come up with them at random. so there's no time to get ready once told what they are." "And how many are there?" "i believe there will be anywhere from three to five. the difficulty will be random as well." I ponder over this. "i must say, human, you're taking this better than we guessed." I stop rocking. "I like to think I am more excepting than most. But don't think my calm means I'm agreeing right off the bat." He puts his hands up. "fair enough. this is a bit crazy." "That and you haven't told me what I get out of this." He tilts his head. "i'm sorry?" "What benefits me in helping you? Granted, I think I know the answer, yet you've been straight forward so far and I'm hoping your nice-guy act is more real than fake." This has him lean back on his hands. He's quiet now. So my suspicion was right. This is less of a "this helps us both" type deal and more of a "this helps only one of us" thing. I guess some things never change even in this place. "honestly...i'm not sure." Okay, that's more than expected. "it's not that i'm saying nothing. it's more because i don't know. no one else that's tried claiming obsession rights has ever gotten past step two. plus, no other human has been willing to cooperate with monsters before." "No other human can communicate with monsters either, so that helps too." "true. so...are you willing to help?" I take a deep breath through my nose followed by a long exhale. "...Okay." His sockets widen. "really?" I nod. "But...I want some reassurance." "such as?" I offer my hand. "You probably have to talk this over with the others, but if we're doing this, I'd like it if we weren't just killer and target. But partners." He looks at me funny. "partners?" "I cover your back and you cover mine. Seems fair if you ask me." He looks at me and then my hand. "i want to...but..." I pull my hand back. "I get it. Baby steps. No rush here, buddy." He springs to his feet. "i'm not high up in the chain of command. i'm bottom tier." He looks over at his companions. "if they agree with you, it won't mean anything. bones is the leader. and they only listen to him." "If you're valued so low, then why give you this important job of talking with me?" He looks down at me. "because i'm the nice guy. the other two wouldn't deal with a human like this." He starts to step away. "you can stay if you want. my part is done." Well...that's a load of crap. "You shouldn't do that." He turns back. "do what?" "Putting yourself down. Because clearly, what you just said is shit." That gets his attention as I stand up. "You're more important than you give credit. You even said it yourself, the other two wouldn't have done this right. Bones trusted this to you. Remember that whenever you feel like you don't matter. You can do something they can't." His blank expression only adds to the dumb feeling washing over me for the shit that I just vomited out. I'm not sure if I've ever felt more embarrassed. Is this dumber than attempting to kiss that boy that liked me in taekwondo? Or that time I cried in sixth grade because my Digimon cards were stolen? Or during that same school year, I took choirs and sang "My Heart Will Go On" from Titanic even though I didn't like the movie? Fuck my childhood was weird. Just when my brain begins to flip the "apologize you idiot" switch I hear...chuckling? "heheh...that was really sappy. like...really really sappy." Yep. I'm a massive dork. A massive blushing dork. "Yeah. Sorry about that. It just...happens sometimes." He comes back over to me and I think he'll do something in a chummy way. Instead...he bashes his forehead into mine and I fall back into some debris. "it's a shame you're human." Trying to shove off this stuff is a pain but manageable. "*grunt* Why's that?" He smirks. "you're cute. that's why." I...I have nothing to say. I'm just utterly flabbergasted. "like i said...you can stay if you like." He walks off and I can't move. Every synapse in my brain died...and I can't figure out why. Why did he say that? Why did it affect me? Is he just messing with me? Is he for real? Why is this bugging me?! {you seem lost.} Dead Eye once more pops up beside me and I slam back into the debris. "Jesus fuck! How the hell do you do that?" He grins. {it is not my fault that you do not pay attention.} Once more I claw off this broken crap. "I take it you heard our talk then?" {i heard enough. hehe...partnership with a human? you are a gutsy creature.} I wipe some moisture off my face to find blood. Damn Boo hits hard. "I take it you don't like the idea." {on the contrary. i like the thought of having someone like you around.} And suddenly my creepy senses are tingling. "Dare I ask...why?" He comes closer. I move back. {i have been so bored...} He moves fast, pinning me back with his hands on either side of my face. {so very bored.} That eye. The hidden intent it holds, so strong and intimidating. Its gaze is paralyzing. And he knows it. {you are afraid of me. i see it in your eyes.} He leans in more. {it is my appearance. my face frightens you.} Suddenly...clear thought returns. "Actually...You look fine to me." This gets him. {wh...what?} "The thing about you that scares me is not your looks. Though it does add to it." That intensity of his dies down a bit. {then what is it?} "I can't tell what you'll do." His face is flat. Seemingly lost in his thoughts. I know not what part clicks on. But some moronic place in my head has the nerve to reach up for his face. Of course, I hesitate. Especially when his sight darts to my hand. Yet he doesn't move or say a word. Slowly, I try to touch his skull but my hand goes through him, giving off a cold sensation. An act that gets his grin to come back. {a brave move from a gutsy creature like yourself. but you should know that only one of us can have control of the body at a time.} The gears turn in my head. A sight that makes him snicker. {that is right. i am not physically present. neither is chops or bones. not as long as boo has the body. this place. outside of trial. this is the only time we can be seen outside of having the body.} Something foreboding comes to me. I should keep my mouth shut. But when have I ever done that? "Why are you telling me this?" The look of psychotic delight. Something I haven't seen outside of fiction. It's utterly terrifying. {because i want you to know there will come a time when i have control of the body. and unlike the others...} He leans into my ear. {i will not be gentle.} He backs away and loves the view of me visibly shivering. {oh yes. my boredom ends now. you are just what i need.} He leaves me and frankly, I'm not sure whether I've fucked myself up royal by agreeing to this. The saying goes that the enemy of my enemy is my friend. But with friends like these who's to say who my enemy really is? Yet what choice do I have? Either the humans that treat me like dirt or the monsters that do that too but are honest about it. Oh, what a messed up life I live. [AT THE SURVIVOR'S CAMPSITE] Tension is mounting among the humans. One antsy guy is not handling the current lack of his gal pal well and his pacing from one edge of camp to punch a tree to then do the same thing on the other side is starting to work on some people's nerves. "David, we know you're in a mood, but I don't think that's helping." David glares at Dwight. "And just what do you think I should do? Go out there with no clue where to bloody go? Did you really think I 'adn't thought of that when she fuckin' ran off?!" "Ease off him, man." Meg stands up for a trembling Dwight. "We get it. You're pissed. But you don't have to unload on Dwight..." Dwight feels respect. "He's got enough issues as it is." Well, that lasted all of four seconds. A new daily best. "Lil' grrl, don't tell me 'ow to vent. If I wanna rip that shrimp a new arsehole, then I'm gonna get loud and tear into him like fat fucker at an all you can eat joint." "Please don't." Dwight utters with the confidence of a man strapped into the electric chair with less than a minute left on the clock. "Yeah, please don't." Claudette mutters now broken from her thoughts. "Can we not turn on each other? It's only playing into the Entity's favor." Jeff adds while poking a stick into the everlasting bonfire. "The way I see it..." "No one asked you, Nea." Bill cuts Nea off. "All I'm saying..." "Shut it, cunt!" "Fuck you, cockney bastard!" "You wanna go, bitch? Come on then, let's 'ave it! I don't give a shit if yer a grrl. I'll kick yer arse just as hard!" "Whoa! Whoa! Slow down there. There is nothing that makes hitting a woman okay...Unless she's possessed by a demon and trying to devour your soul." Ash attempts using reason. "Wait...What if a woman has killed one of her children and is about to kill the second? Are you telling me it's still wrong to hit her to save the child?" Jane questions things, as is her talk show nature. "Uh..." "Stand down, Ash. There is no right answer." Adam pats Ash's shoulder. "It's a vicious cycle. Women want to be treated the same as men yet still want to be treated differently when it comes to certain things." Ace states with a shrug and earning glares from every female around him. "Oh don't even try to shame me. You can't tell me you want the same crap guys don't get away with but you do." "Name one thing we women get away with but guys don't." Kate demands and Ace tips his shades. "Flirting to get free stuff." "...Name two things." "*sigh* I hate my gender." Min groans into her palm. As dumb as this exchange was, and continued to be as some keep it going, it did do one thing well. It's made David not want to fight Nea. Though...It's made David leave camp to fight something else. Something that will last longer than annoying bitch and get some pent up emotions out. [AT MOUNT ORMOND RESORT] Since Boo gave me the option and I figure it looks better for me to do so, I have remained at the lodge with the four of them...well...three due to Bones still resting upstairs. I pretty much stay around Boo because he seems the most stable. Chops I'm unsure of. He's got attitude and a smart mouth, but he doesn't seem to want to bother with me. I'm cool with this. Dead Eye, however, I wish he'd stop eyeing me and making me uncomfortable even while he's across the room. Right now at least I can do something rare...relax. Even if it's short-lived. Being able to lounge by the fire and chat with Boo is refreshing. With David, he'd be hitting me with yet another flirt or one-liner or random story that makes him seem so cool. But Boo? Other than calling me cute one time he's been normal. Sure Boo's stories kind of involve the murder of the others at camp, sometimes getting the other two to add their own comments, yet it just comes off as common as someone talking about a pleasant day they had. I guess a bonus to this would be learning how they tend to attack in a trial. Who knows? It could pay off later. "so what do you think? was i unfair?" "Heck no. All four had flashlights and were blinding you every second while pallet bashing your skull. The ones you caught deserved being hooked." "so i wasn't being too harsh?" "Not at all." Chops scoffs. {bet ya wouldn't be saying that if you were on the hook.} I shrug. "If I'm being a turd, by all means, call me out and hook me. I won't complain about how karma works." {not even if you're right outside the gate and then get whacked?} "Hmmm...Maybe I'd be a little salty over it. But if you caught me than I wasn't giving it my all in the first place. So it's my fault." {...i can't tell if you're fucking with me or not.} {she is not.} Dead Eye interjects. {and how the hell would ya know?} {simple...what reason would she have to lie?} Chops opens his mouth but then rolls over in his seat. {yeah, whatever.} I look at Boo. "Is he always so cheerful or is this an off day?" Boo covers his mouth as he snickers. "no...heh...that's just how he is. you get used to it." "If that's the case, how do you know when he's really mad if this is his norm?" "easy...he doesn't talk when that mad." Note to self, if Chops isn't willing to talk than get the ever-loving fuck away from him. "but don't worry about it. only one human has ever made him that mad before." I bet it was Nea. "Do you know who it was?" {it was that jackass with the rose tattoo behind his ear. mother fucker thought it was funny to shove firecrackers in my pants when i got pallet stunned. heh...i sure showed him a thing or two.} Wait...David? For real? "What happened?" The tone in Chops's voice carries the ring on smug satisfaction hidden on his likely grinning face. {when i got him on the hook...i spilled his guts. the bastard learned to not pulled anything stupid like that shit again.} And now this feels weird. Thank god they have no clue about me being close to David. Otherwise, I think they'd be a lot less cool with me. {ya wouldn't pull any stunt like that...} He turns enough to give me a look. {would ya, meat?} I throw my hands in the air. "Dude, I get wrecked just doing basic junk. I ain't no masochist." I hardly see the faint smirk he gets before ignoring all life again. {smart meat. that's new.} "i think he likes you." "Better that than hating me." "and dead eye really likes you." I really wish he didn't. "How can you tell?" "i've never seen him smile so much. see?" Boo points and I crane my neck to see the monster in question looking at me like I'm a happy meal. Why? Why do I pull in such things? There's a sound not made by any of us. The sound of a doorknob being turned and squeakily opened. It's gotta be Bones but this confuses me as, if he's not physically solid, how can there be inaction with physical matter? Astral projection of the soul maybe? More Entity bullshit? Such thought leaves me once he leaves the room and peers out over the railing. The dark blue glow of his eyes in the shadow of his hood is spooky in a cool way. {boo...} "y-yes?" Poor guy is rattled. I guess Bones really does hold a lot of power. {did you do what i asked?} "yes, i did. and she said she'd go along with us." Pause for thought. {...then why is she still here?} Reasonable question. Yet not reasonably answered. Why, brain? Why you make me do stupid things? "Gooooood morning, bonehead." The others look at me as if I'll be shot. Bones just looks indifferent before slowly descending to the ground floor. {again...why are you still here?} "Nice to see you too." He glares. "i told her she could stay if she wanted. it's not like there are more trials for this feed cycle." Feed cycle? Is that how they measure time? {go back to your camp.} Okay, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed. "What's wrong, buddy? Did you have a bad dream?" I ask sincerely. But Bones growls at me. Boo is worried. Dead Eye and Chops are intrigued. {go away.} I turn to Boo. "Did I do something wrong?" Boo readies to speak but quickly hushes himself. His eyes darting away in submission to Bones' leer. {you've agreed to help already. you have no other business here. so get back to camp with the rest of the humans where you belong.} Where is this hostility coming from? "Bones, I..." {just go!} I feel it...That pain of being used only to be discarded. Well...No more. I refuse to feel that again. I take Boo by the hand and begin to take him with me as I head outside. This doesn't go without incident from a fast-moving Bones. {what the hell do you think you're doing?} "If you want to be cranky, fine. Boo has the body and if he leaves the realm then you can't intimidate him into being quiet." {the hell is wrong with you, woman?!} "Me? What's wrong with you? I haven't done anything wrong. Yet you're being a dick for no reason." I can only imagine what the faces of the others look like as I keep eye contact with Bones. {i'm being a dick? you're the one dragging him into this.} I freeze. Déjà vu smacking me hard. Flashbacks to my parents arguing leading to the divorce. I release Boo's hand in shock. "I'm so sorry." He doesn't say a word. He just slowly goes back inside. {now go. we'll contact you when needed.} He follows Boo but... "Bones..." He didn't have to. He could've kept going. But he looks back. "Don't do this. Tell me what's wrong" {we have nothing to talk about.} Time to feel awkward again. "I'm sorry." His attitude lessens slightly. {you're sorry?} "That stuff I said...you know...before you started kicking my ass. I didn't mean to say that shit." I rub my arm shyly. "I don't know you or what you've gone through. It was a bitch move made at the moment to just lump you among the other jerks that mess with me. Can you forgive me?" Now he's the shocked one. {...you're serious?} I nod. {...the hell is wrong with you?} Well, that went as fine as I figured. {i kicked you within inches of death over some dumb remark and you're apologizing to me?} I merely shrug. "That's the gist of it, yes." I can't tell if the odd look he's giving is made in confusion or disgust at my ineptitude. {you are by far the oddest human i have ever met.} I merely give a weak smile. "I prefer quirky." He sighs and shakes his head. I take it as my cue to leave. But I have one last bit to say. "You know...You could've just asked." {huh?} "This whole thing with bringing me here and having Boo tell me about helping you with the obsession rights. You could've just asked me and I would've listened." He looks elsewhere. {no you wouldn't. not after the crap i pulled.} I step a bit closer. "You don't know that." {*scoff* you're telling me you'd give two shits about helping me after being stabbed?} "Dude, I get why you did it. The others were pushing your buttons and you snapped. It happens. I don't hold it against you." He gets in my face. {do you think this makes us cool? that telling me this will do anything?} I shrug. "Just being real with you. It's the foundation of any real trust. And if we're to work together in these trials..." I offer my hand out to him. "I'd prefer being on the level with my partner." He just stares at it. I may have pushed this on him too soon. {i can't shake on it.} "I know. Dead Eye already freaked me out about the whole 'not really here' thing. It's more of a symbolic gesture." The mention of Dead Eye seems to bug him yet it's ignored. {no, i mean, i can't shake because how do i know i can truly believe you?} I give him a flat face. "Dude...I could've run away at any point and told you lot to piss off. After everything, I'm still here. Trying as no human has. I've helped you once before. Can you truly say you doubt me?" The longer he avoids eye contact the more it strangely hurts. "Bones..." He finally looks at me as my other hand is placed over where he cut me and say what he wants to hear. "I belong to Legion." We remain like this for some time. Just staring at each other as words sink in. Suddenly...I feel it. A slight cold sensation on my hand as he takes ghostly hold of it. {your life is mine...lynsie.} I smile. His use of my name, something easily forgotten by most and replaced with nicknames, feels so unnaturally amazing. Wow, I'm pathetic if that's all it takes to win me over. Acknowledgment. It's all anyone wants. "Now and forever." {gay!} Chops shouts from inside. "Look, I know it's girly and cliché as fuck. But I ain't taking it back, edgy boy." There's quiet. {the fuck did ya just call me?!} Bone's snickers. {ignore him. i swear he gets off on attention.} "So...Are we cool?" He rubs the back of his head. {for now. i guess.} "Then...I can stay? Just a bit longer?" {why do you even want to?} This has me looking at the ground in wariness. {you're not sure they'd take you back even if you're like this. right?} Bones is right. There is no guarantee. I'll probably be let back in the campsite but I won't be trusted. They know the danger I am and now...now they know I will act on it. There won't be trust. Only suspicion on when I'll turn. When I'll kill any of them for just agitating me the wrong way. There will be a few that might be willing to overlook this danger. Yet it'll never be the same. "Yeah." He looks at me and then heads inside. {do what you want. just don't be annoying.} It's a small step. But every adventure starts with one. [IN THE SURVIVOR'S FOREST] Things aren't going well for David. Wandering the woods in search of a killer to take his frustration out on has not given him the satisfaction he craved. In fact...he's gotten himself lost. Resulting in only more building annoyance. Any sound triggers him to go attack it. A lot of ridiculous assaults on shrubbery and attempts to catch crows. One miserable pointless action and failure after another. All of which culminates in him beating his fists into the ground till his knuckles bleed and threaten to leave the cover of flesh. "Arrrgh! This ain't fair! It ain't! You can't do me wrong like this! A more than decent bird shows up in this 'ellhole and what do you do?! You make 'er into a fuckin' monster!" lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub... "Piss! Piss on all of it! Do you hear me?! PISS!" lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub... "Give 'er back, damn it! Give 'er back to me!" lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub... "She's not a monster! She's not yers! She's mine!" lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub... *LOW-PITCH YELP* In his fit, David failed to keep his guard and alertness up. Forgetting that some monsters have the skill of Undetectable in their power, a skill that keeps the Terror Radius and Red Stain from being, well, detected. While surprised, David sees enough to size up this opponent. The odds aren't good. It's Shape. "*wince* Oi! Fuck off, you flamin' tosser!" Shape, of course, says nothing. He swings his knife with his large range and David has to Dead Hard to get out of the way while negating any hit that might have happened. The chase begins. One that won't last long in his current condition. There are many monsters David has no trouble taking on. But this one? Even the most hardcore fighters know there's no shot of victory in tussling with something that doesn't give in to pain. As his spine begins to chill David grits his teeth in hate. Not at the monster about to cut him down. Nor the Entity for tangling a good thing in his face. No, he hates himself for being unable to do anything. He couldn't hold on to her. He couldn't help her. He couldn't keep his head straight. He couldn't be stronger. And he couldn't outrun the inevitable. *LOW-PITCH YELL* Add being face down in the dirt to the list of things he hates. "Just get it over with. I was bleedin' lost anyway." Shape looks down at him and shrugs, picking David up by the throat before plunging the knife up into his chest. With every fiber of his being wanting to live David beats on Shape's shoulder and tries to pull the knife out by pushing on Shape's wrist. Sadly for David, Shape is far stronger than he'll ever be. Shape pulls the knife out to then thrust it back in with more force, enough for the blade to go through bone to pop out his back. Massive internal damage takes its toll instantaneously. David's eyes roll back into his head and Shape discards the limp body as if were a toy cast aside by a bored child. To camp he shall go and alone he shall remain. [AT MOUNT ORMOND RESORT] I've made up with Boo by letting him play with my hair. I'll regret it later due to knots, but it makes him happy. So far he's been trying to braid it while I sit on the floor in front of him and when his fingertips scrape my scalp I try hard not to purr at the pleasantness of it. Though he often has to remind me to lean forward as I subconsciously lean back into him. Bones and Dead Eye don't seem to care about this friendly display. But Chops? He has some words about it. {getting awfully cozy with us, aren't ya?} Bones told me to ignore him, so I do. He glares. {bitch, don't ignore me.} I keep my eyes to the ground until he storms over and kneels to be in my face. {ya don't want to piss me off, meat. ya won't like being on my bad side.} Don't say anything stupid! For the love of God don't be stupid! {well? say something!} "chops..." {stay out of this. this is between me and the meat.} "I have a name." {*scoff* like i give a shit.} "Is that what your reflection said when you looked in the mirror?" A chill not from the snow enters. Chops' sockets widen. And I know mistakes were made. {did ya just...} {hey, chops, why not go outside and ice that burn.} {heh...nice one.} Bones and Dead Eye adding in only makes it worse. Chops gets a little flustered but is super mad now. {think ya can start shit and get away with it? nuh-uh. ya don't want any of this.} He cracks his knuckles and I mentally kick myself. What did I get sucked into? {your family tree must be a cactus. because you're a massive prick.} Oh...Oh damn. {come on, meat. try me.} I really don't want to. But with eyes all on me I feel forced. I tap Boo's leg. "This might get nasty. Sorry for the words I'm about to say." Boo stops. "Alright then...*ahem* The only way you'd ever get laid is if you're rammed up a chicken's ass and wait." Chops is surprised. {hmmm...seems the meat is going to give you a bad time.} Chops snarls at Bones's comment. {the hell she is...they broke the mold when ya were born. one retarded defect is bad enough.} A bottle is thrown across the room. {dis off!} Bones is more into this than he should. I guess I should get my head in this game then. "You're the reason the gene pool needs a lifeguard." {your gene pool needs chlorine.} "That insult was about as dense as a black hole." {karma takes too long. i'd rather just beat the shit out of ya now.} {oh snap!} Bones is acting like a hypeman. It's hard to not laugh at his enthusiasm. "It's better to let someone think you're stupid than opening your mouth and proving it true. Case in point..." {of course i talk like an idiot. how else would ya understand me?} "I'd like to see things from your point of view, but I can't seem to get my head that far up my ass." {ooooh!} At this point, Boo and Dead Eye are now an audience to this wacky show. {i guess ya prove even god has a sense of humor in making mistakes.} "Stop trying to be a smart ass. You're just an ass." {if ya really spoke your mind, you'd be speechless.} "Shock me by saying something intelligent." {why don't ya slip into something more comfortable...like a coma.} Bones gets in close. "If I wanted to kill myself I'd climb up your ego and jump down to your IQ." He then jumps up like a firework. I motion for a timeout. "Dude, is he okay?" {*sigh* he gets this way sometimes. makes him look like a fucking psycho.} Bones stops and puts his hands in his pockets before whistling innocently. I shrug and we resume. {so how'd ya get here? is there a zoo missing their exhibit?} "Did a thought cross your mind? That must've been quite the arduous adventure." {it looks like your face caught fire and someone put it out with a hammer.} "I wasn't born with enough fucks to give to that weak insult." {i don't really think you're stupid. ya just have shitty luck when it comes to thinking.} "Roses are red, violets aren't blue. I've got five fingers, and the middle one is for you." {if you're gonna be two-faced at least make one of them pretty.} "If you're the pretty one. That means I'm the smart one." {calling ya an idiot would be an insult to stupid people.} "The last thing I want to do is hurt you. But it's still an option." {i could explain why you're dumb, but i don't have the time or crayons.} "I thought this was a battle of wits. So why are you unarmed?" {the only thing that would ever fuck you is life.} "If life did fuck me, it would still do a better job than you." Chops growls at that line. I'm beginning to suspect he might have issues there. I feel bad about it. "Sorry. I didn't mean..." {i wouldn't fuck ya if ya were the last vagina in existence. in fact, i'd fuck myself before ever thinking of doing ya.} Okay...Don't push that button on him ever again. Best take this battle of words back into silly town. "You're about as useful as tits on a pigeon." {i'd call ya a cunt but you're not warm or deep.} That one stuns me for a second. Not that it hit hard but more like it made me think about it. "Huh...Never heard that one before. Bravo. Very creative." He smirks smugly, his mood getting better. {heh...had enough yet?} "Maybe. Honestly, this is kinda fun. But I think I still got something that might get you." {then bring it on, girly.} "Alright...You're so inbred that you're a sandwich." That one makes him pause. {what...the fuck?} "I know. That one's weird compared to pigeon tits." {it wasn't bad. it was just...} "Confusing?" {yeah.} "My bad." {screw it. i'm ending this now before ya say something else mood ending.} "That's what she said." My playful finger guns are met with his disinterested scowl. {don't ever bother playing hard to get. no one will ever want ya. period. and i ain't insulting ya either. i'm describing ya. ya miserable pile of unwanted trash.} Ouch. Like...OUCH. He saved one hell of a bomb for last, a dang nuke. There's no recovery for that. "Dude...That's not funny." {ah what's wrong, meat? did i hit a nerve?} He doesn't sound spiteful or sarcastic. Calmer than anything else. It's odd. {gotta say...ya got some good game. better luck next time.} He gets up and goes off somewhere. I'm still too devastated to pay attention. I turn to Boo who has a pitiful expression. "that was just uncalled for." "Did I upset him? I said sorry." "as mean as that was, i think he didn't mean it. he sounded...nice." "Still..." Chops' verbal lashing hit hard. Cutting deep at insecurities I don't like to acknowledge. "I should probably go. I've bothered you guys enough." Boo pouts. "do you have to?" {i thought you could not go back?} Dead Eye comments as he looks out at the snow blowing inside. {yeah, she's kind of screwed...} Bones plops down in a chair. {not accepted on either side. a killer to the humans and an oddity to the monsters. there's no middle ground for her to walk. in other words...she's boned.} I hate this. He's right. And the feeling I was hoping to forget comes back. Being stuck and unable to move. Like I'm a puppet on strings that are suddenly cut and I can no longer function. It scares me. "so...she's staying?" {if she's smart she'll stay. be a waste with those worms.} {dunno. that's on her.} {it begs the question...what are you going to do, human?} I feel my heart begin to speed up. I'm beginning to freak out. I've never had panic attacks. But this feels like it. Rapid, pounding heart rate. Trembling or shaking. Chills. Hot flashes. Chest pain. And a growing headache. Boo being behind me doesn't like this. "um...guys? she's not doing so well." Now they're all looking at me. This attention. It's adding pressure. I can feel it. That surge of power. That corrupting influence boring into my being. The Entity is getting to me! {she don't look so good. like a nut about the crack.} {boo, get ready to switch control when i say so.} They watch. They just watch while I grip my head and try to keep control over this demanding force. This feeling of being internally detached from everything that I am. I'm losing it. I'm losing this battle of control and it's terrifying. My throat is squeezing itself yet I'm hyperventilating noises like a frightened beast. I can't take it. This stress...I can't take it! I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE! {is she gonna change?} "guys, i'm freaking out!" {shush. just wait for it.} This time...It feels different. Probably because this was done out of trial. I feel the stretching of my bones. The extending of my nails. The contortion of certain parts. And the heightening of my senses. Yet the thing that doesn't have much feeling is my mind. It's numb. Uncomfortably numb. Like dizziness or faintness. Whatever you want to call this dull tingling in my brain. This transformation doesn't seem to phase Bones all that much. The others, however... {holy fucking ass crackers!} {so...this is what nurse got to see?} "*uncomfortable* d-do i move? am i safe?" I don't move from my spot. Being brain numb makes me slow. Simple. More prone to impulsive action than complex thought. But I'm not mindless. Just a little dull with no objective like in a trial. *SNAP-SNAP* Bones snaps his fingers and gets my attention. {come here.} I'm hesitant. Mostly because trying to move from a flat sitting position with altered limbs is like a baby deer crossing a frozen pond. I end up crawling and even then it's not graceful. {look at you...pathetic.} I'm taken back by his sudden tone. {you have no idea how to control this power.} "This is my second time." {in the same day and not by choice. you're letting your emotions get the better of you and that's what the entity preys on. you need to control this power and not let it control you.} My gaze is cast to the ground with a weak whimper. "don't do that." I look back at Boo. "he isn't trying to make you feel bad. if left alone and you do this a few more times, you probably end up being some simple animal. the entity doesn't want animals. it wants beasts. monsters. things that think as well as kill. and failed killers are cast into the void." "But...I don't want to kill. I don't want to hurt anyone." {then get your ass ready for the void. ya can't say no to the entity. bad shit happens when ya do.} Chops makes a point. {consider yourself blessed, human. the others would not be so willing to aid you like this.} Dead Eye says his thoughts. {true. if we were like the others, we'd turn you over to the doctor and have him figure your power out. he likes to be hands-on with all things he finds...interesting.} There's this melancholy tone in Bones' words. Did...did something happen to them? {but i already told you once...i'm not like the others. and you're not like them either. you're a misfit.} He mimics me from earlier, offering a hand out to me. {lucky for you, you're among fellow misfits. that and...well...} Bones' eyes shift awkwardly as if embarrassed to say what he wants. {you're...kind of okay...i guess.} I remember this side to him. That soft easily flustered side that came out when I made him blush. "Hey..." I get his attention. "Do you know the band most skeletons like?" The randomness of that puzzles him and the others. "Spinal Tap." I can see him putting that together in his head. Once he figures it out, the guffaw that leaves him is loud before he covers his mouth. The others are less quiet. Especially Dead Eye which surprises me. {*muffled* heheh...oh my god...that was so bad...} "Then why are you laughing?" It takes a moment for them to calm down. Though now that I think about it, Bones had a hard time keeping himself normal during some of the insult jokes. Maybe he has a thing for bad puns? "*coughs* okay...okay. *sigh* no more jokes. this is serious time now." I nod. {now...show me your soul.} I go blank. {don't give me that look. just do as i say.} "You've seen it already. Don't make this weird." He blushes and goes to slap me...but he's intangible and has no effect. {*huff* why do you always have to make things awkward?} Aside from thinking he has a weird thing for my soul, I still don't know how to make it come out. "i don't think she knows how." {geez. talk about a clueless woman.} I growl at Chops who flips me off. {damn it...this is more annoying than i thought.} That has me confused. How much of this did Bones plan? {i can help.} Like looming doom, Dead Eye stands ominously behind me and, even in this form, I tremble. My sudden shift in demeanor has Bones doing a double-take of looking at me, then the pleased looking Dead Eye, and then me again. {what did you do?} Dead Eye doesn't take his sight off me. {nothing.} {i thought i told you not to interfere.} {and i did as told. i did nothing.} Dead Eye's voice is unnervingly calm and the look on his face, his eye partly closed mixing with that sly Cheshire cat grin, doesn't exactly make him seem like he has good thoughts in that cracked skull of his. {i can get her to produce her soul. all i need...is the body.} My eyes widen along with his smile. His earlier words come hauntingly back to me. {because i want you to know there will come a time when i have control of the body. and unlike the others...i will not be gentle.} That primal part of my brain that handles the fight-or-flight response is spamming the "GET THE FUCK OUT!" button but my legs seem to be suffering from a connection error and not receiving the signal. Bones reads the room and smirks. {when i say stop, you better stop.} Connection error fixed...PANIC ENGAGED! "No! No! No! No! No! No!" Shoving off the floor, I bound for the closest way out. As luck tends to go for me...This is a fail. "*roar*" I'm stopped dead in my tracks by the sudden addition of a blade in my back. {i'm not the kind of guy to dole out advice. but here's something to remember...} I wearily cock my head to look back. Only to see a very solid Dead Eye directly behind me and still clutching the meat cleaver that's just inches shy of my trembling spine. How does he move so fast?! {never turn your back on dead eye.} I expect the cleaver to be yanked out and another strike to quickly follow. I should know by now not to expect things to go by normal logic. Dead Eye pushes onto the weapon and kicks the back of my knee, forcing me down on all fours. I'd reach back or kick like a mule but he's still pressing his might on that blade to the point it starts touching bone, so any move I'd make will result in losing balance then eating the floor. "gutsy creature, thinking you can run from me. i wonder..." A second sharp pain comes to my side as he thrusts his sharp phalanx tips into the soft flesh and digs them in deep. The howl of anguish as he claws into me is excruciating. "just what do those guts look like?" His intent is clear. I'll be disemboweled if I can't produce my soul. I'd think this was a bluff if he wasn't starting to pull on the chunk of me in his grasp. {you know how to make him stop.} "*seething* I don't know..." *CRACK* One of my ribs gives way to the cleaver's pushing and I lose my shit. Wailing like a banshee in sheer hell. {not so rough. she's no good to us broken.} Dead Eye lets the cleaver go, keeping it where it rests in me and grabs my neck to cease my writhing. The skin begins to tear as he pulls further on my side. I know not which will happen first, changing back to being human or passing out from the pain. I hope for the latter. "do keep this up. i have not had so much fun in ages." "*whimper* Please...stop..." "if you insist." And he does stop...by ripping that chunk in a single fast pull. The only good thing is that it's just flesh and muscle, any deeper would result in some spilled entrails. Two things happen at this moment. One, I feel so much pain that it overloads my system to the point it stops hurting. And two, due to the insane amount of adrenaline flooding me this causes some parts to be confused as to what to do. Case in point, I should be uttering some sound of hurt yet I'm silent but also crying...and my soul pops out thinking I'm dying which is entirely possible. The obvious shimmering heart doesn't go ignored. Dead Eye snatches it and just like that, I'm feeling awful once more, collapsing on my side. I feel paralyzed. Only my eyes work. "i told you i could get her to show it." {don't think ya can brag. any of us could've done that.} {you're lucky this even worked. you weren't supposed to interact with her at all.} "you are welcomed." Bones groans. {*huff* just show it to me.} {oooh...pretty.} {too many bright colors if ya ask me.} Boo and Chops get to see the odd mass of clashing colors. "i see why you wanted to look at it now." {yep. it's just as i thought. burning scars and blisters of light.} {*gasp* it's entity-touched.} {yeah...and by the looks of it, it's been touched a lot.} "what do we do with it?" {give a moment. maybe it'll heal on its own.} {that's retarded. you're retarded.} {you don't know that!} Chops and Boo quarrel as Bones and Dead Eye share annoyed looks. {we're surrounded by idiots.} "agreed." Dead Eye fades out and Bones becomes solid. "had enough fun already?" {...for now.} Dead Eye looks at me than the soul. {you will want to put her back together soon. that wound will not heal if she reverts to being human.} Was that...pity? Huh. Maybe he's not so bad. "got any ideas on lessening the entity's touch?" To that, he shakes his head. {you already know who might have the answers.} Bones sighs. "true. just...it's not going to end well." {neither would be letting the entity consume more of that soul than it already has. dealing with the doctor is a small price to pay compared to letting the entity have its way.} Bones rubs a hand across his skull as if moving it through invisible hair. "i hate it when you're right." Bones takes the soul before he comes over to me, kneeling and putting the torn chunk of flesh back where it came from. "you're not going to like what needs to be done to you." All I can do is blink a couple of times for a response. Putting the soul back is like putting a metal fork in an electrical socket. It jump-starts my body. The damage inflicted by Dead Eye begins repairing itself. Yet he hasn't let go of it. "*groan* What are you doing?" "if i let go now you'll change back. right?" I want to say nothing. But...that's not how trust works. "*wince* If I'm hurt enough while changed, it makes me shift back." "figured as much. you won't heal as a human. not with this much damage. as a monster, you can at least regenerate." This feels so uncomfortable. Sure he has a point and being this way is allowing my body to repair itself. But him holding my soul while I'm this weak feels about the same as being naked with four dudes are just staring at my goods. After some time, my rib reconnects as the shade of the cleaver is pushed out and my side is now one piece again. When he deems me healed he releases my soul and they watch these changes to my body reverse. Bit by bit. Bone crunch after loud pop. {stars...that has to hurt.} {if that shit happened each time we switched body control, yeah, i'd fight to prevent that crap too.} I force my upper half up but I'm wobbly. "talk to us, girl. what's wrong?" I try to shake this feeling off. I was mentally dumb as a monster. Now I'm lightheaded and tipsy. "Groggy. Like fog is filling the space in my skull." "need anything?" I shake my head slowly. "Nah. Don't trouble yourselves over this. I just need a moment." "good." Well, that was quick. Bones grabs me and carries me over to one of the sofas. Plopping me down a bit rougher than needed. "get some rest. you'll need it. once tomorrow's trials are done, we have to go pay the doctor a visit." I visibly cringe. "Must we?" "do you want to end up in the void?" "No." "then you're going." I roll over and do as told. Not much else I can do. I hear Bones leave me. Perhaps he'll find something else to do. {don't worry, human. the doctor won't kill you. at least, not intentionally. the dead can't be studied here.} {bitch boy, ya suck at pep talks.} {stop calling me that.} Chops snarls but is made silent. They both are. Suddenly there's a chill dancing on my neck. Like slowly moving fingertips. {you will behave for us tomorrow. right, human?} Damn it Dead Eye...Why are you so fucking creepy? "Y-Yes." {good girl. do not make us regret showing you mercy.} Fuck my life. I'm tired, cold, in pain, and just sick of it. I just want to shut my eyes and forget where I am. Even if it's only for a little while. To lose myself in unconsciousness. It's the only escape I have.

[naromoreau]

Dunkel AU: Late night delivery

Ok so I wrote this super self indulgent smut thing in the Dunkel AU cuz I had to go at Sharky even here. Yeah.

Tagging @deputyshitlordsantana (I couldn't have done it without your help!! ❤️) @deputyoneill @starsandskies @absurdwanderlust and @far-cry-all-the-time bc I used your girls!

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“Better luck next time, sweetcheeks,” Santana quipped, palming Becca’s ass while Lila plonked the entire Hurk vs. Roosevelt file on her desk. It fell with a thud. The fucking thing was huge.

“C’mon you guys! Two outta three?"

“Nah, babe. We’re out of here. Your lucky break is over,” Julie chimed in grabbing her perfectly tailored coat, “time to learn how to aim.”

Becca groaned, slouching on her chair. “I know how to aim, thank you very much,” she fretted at Julie, glaring at the dart board, “is that fancy Dunkel shit I can't tolerate-- makes me feel all weird.”

“Speaking of which,” Kat intervened grasping the half empty bottle of expensive bourbon, “it’d be a shame it goes to waste-”

“It’s not juice Kitty-Kat,” Daisy pointed out, scoffing, while grabbing her purse.

“Let the girl speak, Daze,” Santana said, slurring slightly, and falling on Becca's lap.

Kat cleared her throat. “As I was saying, it’d be a shame to see Pappy Van Winkle here go to waste so,” she drawled with the flash of a grin, “what if we finish this at the bar at the corner and have some more? Dunkel pays.” Katherine’s eyes glimmered. She pulled a black card out of her pocket and held it high, between middle and forefinger.

Becca’s second groan got lost in the hubbub.

Everyone readied, sauntering to the elevator door. Santana stood up not before planting her lips on Becca's, defty tongues all wet and hot.

“There, something for the night,” Santana said with a smirk, adjusting her skirt and waving her goodbye.

Fucking tease.

“Thank you very much, Miss Rossi,” Becca yelled from her desk, beckoning at them with a sour smile.

Slowly, the grin ebbed away. She opened the binder and fiddled with the papers, trying to find the letters in dire need to be corrected.

“Mister Dutch Roosevelt.”

Becca started typing, droning on the following paragraphs in her mind. By the time she finished twiddling with the kerning, her mind was in the gutter.

Fucking Santana and her ridiculously plump lips. The thought of certain incident involving both of them on a particularly crammed supply store room three weeks ago, sent a jolt of pleasure that landed between her thighs. She pressed her legs, sidestepping the need to moan. But really. The floor was deserted, and there was not a single soul who could catch her while going at it.

She bunched up her pencil skirt passed the suspenders of her garter belt and drew a shaky hand to her center. Soaked. She stood, still throwing concerned glances to her surroundings. Maneuvering expertly she unhooked her panties from the garter belt and got rid of them, flopping back on her chair.

She found quickly her clit, alternating between rolling it hard and fast and dipping in and out with idle strokes. Her free hand unbuttoned her silk blouse, yanking down her bra. The fabric bundled under her heavy breasts and she didn’t lose a second rolling her nipples with avid fingers. She was getting there, her walls clenching by reflex under a hard rub of her nub, and fucking Christ if only fucking Dunkel would be useful for once. Where was the man when she needed his dick?

She bit her lip in utter ecstasy and her eyelids fluttered open. Next thing she knew she hollered her lungs off.

A man was standing in front of her desk, cheeks flushed and slack jaw.

“Who the fuck are you!?”

Granted. It was a very disrespectful and gamely way of greeting a stranger. For the other hand, she’d been giving him a free show when the only thing he’d had to do was clear his throat. Cough. Anything.

“Uh, m-mailman, Miss,” he said while she tried to compose herself and arrange her scruffed attire.

“What? What happened to Beanie?”

“He uh, he’s going to college ‘cuz he’s all smart and shit, and-and this gig ain’t ‘nough for him anymore,” the stranger blabbered.

“And when on earth deliveries have been so late? Who let you in?”

He took off his blue cap, ruffling his hair. She arched a brow. He was quite handsome. Chestnut hair, grey eyes, really good looking. Her cunt throbbed and she gnawed the inside of her cheek.

“Yeah, sorry ‘bout that, I’ve been hella busy all day helpin’ my cousin movin’ in and y’know how those things are--” he said shrugging, “thought I could just-y’know flip this shit before the day died. They were real good downstairs.”

Becca’s heart galloped when her eyes fell to the front of his pants. A very noticeable bulge straining the blue fabric.

“I-I mean I’m sorry, ” he said, in an awkward slur, shuffling in his spot, “I’m--I’m just tryna make a few bucks ‘mkay? Didn’t wanna disrespect, I mean you gotta do, what you gotta do right?”

“What’s your name?” Her voice was almost hoarse as she made her way to him.

As predicted, his eyes took her all in. He gulped. “Name’s Sh-Sharky.”

“Well, Sharky,” she said taking a step closer, brushing his chest with her hard nipples, her breasts fairly screaming for attention, “I got a problem here.”

He looked down at her, parted lips and hooded eyes. “Yeah? Uh, wh-what’s that?”

“That your arrival was very inconvenient and now, I wonder, can you help me?” She tipped her head up, smiling at him.

“Buckled the fuck up and ready to hit it,” he outright blurted out, dropping his satchel and placing eager hands around her hips.

When she slithered her arms around his neck, he leaned closer trying to repress a wide dumb grin. She angled her head for a kiss and after a minute to sort noses and disposing of his cap, they kissed. He hummed. No, it was more a groan-like rumble that went straight to her cunt and she opened her mouth, allowing his tongue slide against her lips, coaxing a moan from her.

“Wait, wait,” she mumbled, pushing him slightly.

For a second he looked as a boy who was just told Christmas was cancelled. “What gives, shorty?”

“Relax, mailman, we’re gonna switch the party to that office, see?”

She signaled Dunkel’s office, with a big, comfy leather couch, just waiting for them to desecrate it. He allowed himself to be shepherded in, as she pulled him by the hand and pushed him on the couch.

Things went very frantic at speedlight. Soon there was a heap of haphazardly thrown clothes laying around. His cock was already throbbing between her thighs, as his fingers played with the fabric of her garter belt, the only piece of clothing he’d begged her to keep. “See uh, I’m more like a, a Mc’Donalds kinda guy y’know?, never thought my wheels could take me to uh, fancy dine-o-rama land, so I’d like to enjoy the full experience,” he’d said and she’d chuckled doing what he asked.

“Oh fuck, shit!” He bristled, suddenly, “You have any wraps? I’m-- I mean I wasn’t hoping to--” He blushed to his ears while she stood from his lap with a smirk.

“It’s ok boo, I got you.”

She fumbled through the stash of condoms, grunting when she found the box empty. Fucking horny bitches. She included.

“Oh fuck it,” she said, straddling him again, “I’m game if you are.”

His eyes blew wide open. “You sure?”

“Fuck yeah.”

He stroked his cock before pushing in, sliding easily into her. Her eyes screwed shut. Fuck. It was a very tight fit.

“Oh shit, shit!” He whimpered.

Becca whined, lust rendering her speechless. Then she gasped under a torturously slow roll of his hips, and threaded her fingers in his hair. She was desperate to start moving, bouncing on that mind-blowing pressure but he held her in place.

“Gotta go real slow, babe or I’ll bust in two secs,” he gruffed, taking a mouthful of her breast.

She nodded, arching into him and rocking gently as every nerve received the overload of sensations of his teasing tongue and dick.

He was brushing the edges of what she could take, every thrust more forceful than the last one. His groans and moans grew louder as she played her own tricks.

She lifted her ass, dropping down on him, giving a slow grind when his hips collided with hers, feeling his cock twitching inside her.

“Oh fuck, you feel amazing, shorty, so fucking tight,” he breathed on her lips, “makes me want to ask--”

“What?” She panted, through the hard pounding.

“Is this-fuck--a one time only thing?”

Becca kissed him, sucking his breath away. “I don't know, are you gonna keep delivering to this building?” She moaned while he pulled her down hard on his lap, angling his hips.

“Yeah.”

“Then I, oh shit, I think-- I think we can work something out. Now stop talking.”

There was a silly grin on his face at her words and he thrust with renewed efforts. The endline was just around the corner and when his thumb found her clit, she shattered into a tailspin of pleasure.

“Oh yesyesyes oh fuck, please!” There was a whimpered babble leaving her mouth as an electric volley wrecked her whole, the rolling waves expanding as she clenched around his cock.

She strove to ground again as he now slammed furiously, moaning in her neck. “Imma come-”

He intended to pull out but in the flick of a second Becca remembered the couch and the subsequent mess she would've to face if--

“Inside, come inside me.”

He groaned as he bottomed out, digging his fingers into her hips and spurted into her.

After a moment he kissed her again. It’d been a really productive night under her terms, but when she stood the reality cracked a little.

There was a big, soaked stain on the carpet just beneath the edge of the couch and on the furniture itself from when she finished just seconds ago.

Becca groaned for the third time that night.

“Oh fuck it,” she said, “this office should already be signed as biohazard as it is so...” She shrugged.

[jungshookz]

CHAPTER TWO; A cry for help.

chapter one 

                             Player has chosen: [A] Open the door. 

“I DON’T WANT TO DIE, PLEASE- PLEASE LET ME IN, Y/N, PLEASE-”

the doorknob is being tugged at so aggressively that you’re worried it’ll just pop right out

“y/n, we could die-!” jungkook warns once again and pulls you back  

it’s only when you hear taehyung let out another desperate cry for help that you make your decision

“oh, for christ’s sakes-” you shove jungkook’s hand off of you as you stumble towards the door

you know you’re going to regret it if you don’t let taehyung in

and you know he’d do the same for you!

anD if you don’t open the door right now, you don’t want to have to open the door later only to have to step over his mutilated corpse, so there’s that, too

you unlock it hastily and mentally prepare yourself to swing your bat at whoever’s out there hurting taehyung and-

your heart sinks to your stomach 

...

there’s no one there.

you immediately slam the door shut before pressing your back right up against it and looking at jungkook with wide eyes, “that… can’t be good, right?”

“see?! what’d i tell you?!” jungkook groans, throwing his hands up into the air before beginning to pace back and forth out of stress, “i-i told you not to open the door because i said something shady was going on here, a-and you didn’t listen to me because you had to play the hero and-”

“are you seriously blaming me right now?!” you scoff, “i-i thought- i thought taehyung was- was in trouble s-so i opened the door and- and-and-and no one was there but-”

you’re understandably in shock because what the hell just happened?!

well, at least you know one thing for sure:

this… doesn’t seem like it’s a regular old house.

and once again, the only weapon you have is an old baseball bat.

are baseball bats effective against evil spirits and demonic beings??

“there has to be another way out of here, right?” jungkook rushes towards the boarded up windows before shining a light on the planks

he tucks his fingers behind one of them and gives it a pull but it doesn’t budge

they’re nailed into the walls pretty securely…

“you’re right! you’re right, we can just- w-we can just jump out through the windows, it’ll be fine!” you stammer, reaching down to lock the door again before joining jungkook by the window, “we can- we can tie our clothes together or something if we’re on a higher level, and then we’ll just climb down, and then we’ll be totally fine, and-”

snap!

jungkook grunts to himself as he manages only to break a little shard of wood off, creating a hole just big enough for someone to look through it with one eye

he hurries to look outside, opening his eyes as wide as they can possibly go as if that’ll somehow help him see things clearer

“what do you see?” you ask, getting up on your tip-toes to try to peek through the hole over his shoulder

“i… i don’t think we can leave through the window.” jungkook pulls away slowly before turning to look at you, “i think we’re underestimating just how huge this place is.”

“what are you talking about?” 

jungkook moves out of the way so that you can look through the hole yourself

you feel the blood drain from your face when you look through only to see that you guys are… high… high above the ground

two sweaters and two pairs of jeans certainly aren’t going to be enough to get you down on the ground safely

and don’t you have a slight (very large, very intense) fear of heights? 

how big is this place?!

when you look off into the distance, all you can see is that you guys - this place - is surrounded by nothing but trees

and not even the nice looking trees!

all the branches are thick and gnarly and twisted around each other and instead of being a nice oaky shade of brown, they all look... black from here 

you probably wouldn’t feel any safer being in the woods compared to being trapped in this house

“what do we do?” jungkook asks quietly and you chew on your bottom lip anxiously as you try to come up with some kind of a decent plan

“okay. this is the plan.” you step away from the window before turning on your heel to face jungkook, “we- we have to leave this room, jungkook. from the looks of it, we’re maybe on the fifth? sixth level of this house? if we jump out, we’re... well, we’re going to die.”

“if we leave this room, we’re going to die!” jungkook argues before shoving you out of the way so he can start tugging at the planks again, “can’t you just use your bat to smash the boards or something? we can call for help!”

“and attract attention to us? so that we’ll be killed by whatever’s out there? i don’t think so!” you whisper-yell before grabbing jungkook’s arm to try to get him to stop pulling at the boards, “jungkook, it’s no use! i don’t think there’s anyone out here for miles! we’re surrounded by nothing but trees! we just need to leave this place and then we’ll figure the rest of the plan out later!”

jungkook shoves the flashlight into your hand and re-hooks his fingers under the planks 

he is NOT leaving this room 

he lifts his leg before pressing his foot up against the wall, his face scrunching tightly as he pulls back as hard as he can

“jung-”

“-!” it’s only a second later that jungkook ends up tumbling backwards and falling flat on his ass and you resist the urge to tell him that you told him so

but

you told him so! 

dumbass

unless a hammer suddenly appears out of thin air, there’s pretty much no way of getting the planks off the walls

“ow.” jungkook mutters to himself, frowning in discomfort as he pulls a thin splinter out of his finger

:-(

he flicks it aside before looking up at you, “…we… have no choice but to leave this room, don’t we?”

you nod slowly before giving him a helpless shrug, “it’s gonna be fine. we’ll be fine!”

at this point, it seems as though you’re trying to convince yourself that everything will be fine instead of convincing jungkook that everything will be fine

but you can’t let him know that you’re scared shitless because then he’s going to get even moRE jumpy and you really don’t have the energy to take his anxiety and plunk it on top of your already growing anxiety

“front doors are easy to find, right?” jungkook asks, dusting his bum off after getting up off the ground, “we’ll just keep going down the stairs until we find a door that’s obviously a front door.”

“right!” you nod enthusiastically, the both of you turning to look at the door that now seems to look a little more menacing than it did a while ago, “and this place is obviously a mansion, so the front door will probably look super fancy-”

“exactly!” jungkook grips the back of your arm as the two of you slowly approach the door, obviously not wanting to leave the safety of this dusty old bedroom, “we just have to run down the stairs and then run out the door, and then run out into the woods-”

“okay, you are not helping right now-”

“i’m sorry!! i’m nervous!!” jungkook’s hand trembles as he points the flashlight towards the door and you wince when you feel his nails digging into your arm even through the thick material of your sweater

you squeeze your eyes shut as you blindly reach for the doorknob, jungkook cowering down behind you

the metal feels cold underneath your palm as you wrap your fingers around the knob, twisting it to the right with a trembling hand  

your heart is practically pounding out of your chest at this point and you’re just waiting for something to trigger your fight or flight 

the hinges on the door creak lowly as you pull it open - just open enough for you and jungkook to slip through but also just closed enough for you to slam the door shut in case any demons decide that this is the moment they want to attack you guys

you peel open one of your eyes and wait for a second before opening the other one

…

…

…

huh

okay

okay!

everything’s fine!

“see?” you breathe out, your shoulders dropping in relief, “i-”

“BOO!”

taehyung and jimin both suddenly jump out from either side of the door and you and kook immediately let out ear-piercing screams (you’re pretty sure his scream is at a higher pitch compared to yours)

jungkook wraps his arms around you from behind to use you as a human shield and the baseball bat falls from your hand and clatters to the ground before rolling towards the door

“what the fuck is wrong with you two?!” you roar, pressing your hand against your chest to try to get your heart to calm down before you actually get a heart attack, “why would you joke around like that??”

“i hate it here, i hate it here-” jungkook wheezes as he continues to cling to you, crouched over with his face pressed into your back, “i think that just took ten years off of my life-”

“you should’ve seen your faces!” jimin chortles, throwing his head back in obnoxiously joyous laughter, “i wish i’d taken a picture or somethi-”

“you two suck!” you snap, gently pushing a clearly traumatized jungkook away from you before going over to smack the living hell out of taehyung and jimin

if you were still holding your bat, you would’ve knocked all their pretty teeth out three seconds ago 

“oh my-” taehyung dodges your slaps and holds both his arms out to defend himself, “will you relax, please?? jesus, what is your problem??”

“my problem is that y-you clowns decided it’d be a good idea to pull a stunt like that-”

“oOoOoh, is y/n scared of the spooOOoOky ghost house?“ jimin teases, holding his hands up above his head and wiggling his fingers, “spooky ooky-”

“shut up. shut up!” you bend down to pick up the bat before letting out a huff, “let’s just go- do you guys know where everyone else is?”

“well, we thought that they were in here with you…” taehyung purses his lips before reaching up to scratch the back of his neck, “are they not?”

you turn around to kick the door wide open so that you guys get a full view of the clearly empty room, “no. they are not.”

“oh. well, it’s fine. they’re probably here somewhere… this is a pretty big house.”

at this point, your eyes have pretty much gotten used to the dark so it’s a little easier to navigate

and it helps that you can see light at the end of the hallway (moonlight streaming in through the cracks in the roof, but it’s better than nothing)

“so, where did you guys wake up?” you ask, turning to glance at tae over your shoulder as you approach the top of the staircase

“in the room down the hall.”

“how’d you find us?” jungkook chimes in, pausing for a second to whack the flashlight against his palm again when it flickers

“the walls are, like, super thin.” jimin points out, “so it wasn’t hard to hear you two bickering with each other.”

“we weren’t bickering with each other-”

“oH, by the way-“ taehyung stops in the middle of going down the stairs to turn and jab a finger into jungkook’s chest, “did you seriously tell y/n to NOT open the door for me?? when i was clearly in trouble??”

jungkook opens his mouth to speak but,.,.

well

he can’t really defend himself here because he diD tell you to not open the door for taehyung lmao

“uh, can you blame me?” jungkook shakes his head, “i didn’t wanna die!”

“we totally would’ve opened the door for you!” jimin scoffs and stops on the stairs as well and you immediately roll your eyes when you realise that this is going to become a thing

you let out a sigh before turning and leaning against the railing so you can look up at the boys, “do you people have to do this right now?”

“okay, lemme explain my thought process before you freak out on me-” jungkook clears his throat, the three of them too caught up in this conversation to pay an ounce of attention to you, “i… didn’t wanna die. that’s it! i just didn’t wanna die! is that so wrong? to want to save my own life?!”

“yeah, well, that’s a selfish decision!” taehyung barks, “do you think we wanna die?? if y/n didn’t step up and open the door, then we would be dead!”

“no, you- how?!” jungkook flings his arms up into the air and lets out a scoff of disbelief, “no one was after you! this was your dumb prank!”

“we’re just saying we would hypothetically be dead, so you should hypothetically be feeling VERY guilty right no-“

“okay, okay, okay!” you tuck the bat underneath your arm before trudging back up the stairs, “we can talk about hypothetical deaths and hypothetical guilt and hypothetical hoeur d’oeuvres served at hypothetical funerals after we find everyone and get out of here, alright??”

you use the tip of the bat to nudge everyone down the stairs and you let out a little huff of frustration as they continue to argue with one another

boys are so dumb sometimes

and that’s when you notice... something peculiar

just as you’re about to descend the stairs yourself, you catch a brief flash of movement in the corner of your eye

you quickly turn your head so you can look back down the long hallway that you guys just came from

your eyes narrow suspiciously as you look all the way at the very back of the hallway - the darkest part of it 

it’s weird 

the movement almost seemed like it was someone… leaping? from one room to the other

a particularly large particle of dust floats past your face and you reach up to wave it away 

…

hm

it was probably just dust 

by the time you guys make it down the main floor, taehyung and jimin have fully forgiven jungkook for not wanting to open the door for them

it’s so weird how boys can get over issues so quickly

all they have to do is fist-bump each other and then call it a day

“so! do we have a plan or something?” taehyung places his hands on his hips and looks up towards the large glass chandelier hanging from the ceiling

you glance up at it as well and watch as the crystals twinkle slightly 

“the first part of our plan was just to leave the room, and now that we’ve done that… well.” jungkook shrugs, “i dunno.”

“oh. the first part of our plan was also to leave our room. so… what should we do now?”

“beats me.”

“i need to take a leak. do you guys think i can get away with pissing in the corner of the room? maybe there’s a dead plant in here that needs watering?”

you look around at everyone in disbelief

god

boys are?? literally SO dumb

“the… next part of the plan would be to find everyone else…?” you point out as if it’s the most obvious thing in the entire world (because it is) and the boys immediately hum in agreement, “and if you need to pee, just… i’m sure there’s a bathroom here someone. don’t urinate in the corner of the main floor-”

“okay, well - we should probably split up, then!” taehyung claps his hands together, “the sooner we find everyone, the sooner we can get out of here.”

“mhm. i agree!” jimin nods, “i call dibs on this floor because i am not going back up all those stairs again. my calves are killing me.”

“wait- you guys wanna split up?” jungkook gawks, “why would- why would we do that?? it’s creepy as hell in here!” he frowns, instinctively stepping behind you again

“oh, please. it’s just a dusty old house, jungkook. and you’re the one with the flashlight, so you should be fine.” jimin raises a brow before crossing his arms, “don’t tell me you’re actually scared.”

“you saw the way they freaked out when we jumped out,” taehyung snickers before nudging jimin’s side, “the two of them are scaredy-cats-”

“we’re not scared.” you narrow your eyes at taehyung and your grip tightens around your baseball bat, “well, i can’t speak for jungkook, but i’m definitely not scared-”

“okay, if you’re not scared, then you’re okay with us splitting up to find the rest of the gang, right?” taehyung tilts his head before raising a brow

you swallow thickly 

what do you want to do?

> [A]: Split up! Taehyung has a point… the sooner you find everyone, the sooner you can get the hell out of here! And you’d really like to get the hell out of here.

> [B]: Stay as a group! You’re stronger together. Plus, Jungkook’s shaking like a leaf behind you. You can’t leave the poor guy alone.

Place your vote here.

You have one hour.

Good luck.

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✏ I am always cold, as in my hands and my feet are super cold! And the title is October AND YES CONGRATULATIONS AGAIN!!! Have a great day💖

Thank you so much!!! 💖💖 Sorry, it took me so long! I hope you like this. 

October // Harrison Osterfield

“Honey! I’m ho-ome!” Harrison said in a sing-songy voice as he closed the door behind him. The house was silent. This made the blond a bit uneasy. Usually, when he came home the house would be full of life. It was either the music playing loudly from the living room, the tv showing some random channel, or in general, the amazing sound that was (Y/N)’s voice.

“Babe?” Harrison knew she was home. What else would she be doing on a Saturday morning? Maybe she was still asleep. There was only one way to fin do out. He put down his things, took off his jacket and shoes, then walked to the living room. To Harrison’s surprise, (Y/N) was sitting on the couch, wide awake. She was cuddled up in multiple blankets, her laptop on her knees and headphones around her head. She was typing away fast. The lip bite of centration and the look in her eyes was what did it for Harrison. As much as he enjoyed watching his girlfriend, he had to make his presence known.

He cleared his throat loudly. (Y/N) screamed as she jumped up almost dropping her laptop to the ground. She looked up at him, taking off the headphones, hiding her face in her hands as she started to laugh: “Fucking hell, Haz. You scared the shit out of me!” He had expected a little more enthusiasm from his girlfriend for coming home after two months of being away.

With a pout, he said: “Is that all I get?” He spread his arms for her to come to him. He wanted - nay needed - a hug. The need to touch her was so bad. He needed to embrace her in his arms. He missed her too much to wait for another second. He had missed her soft skin. He missed how her hair always smelled like coconut. He missed how her lips tasted like Cherry Coke from that lipbalm she was practically addicted to.

But still, there was no response from her. Instead of getting up, she slid down into the sofa, throwing one of the blankets over her face. Harrison could hear a muffled groan of discomfort. Something was not ok.

“What’s wrong, love?” Now concerned out of his mind, he speeded up towards her, squatting down to be at eye level with her. “Babe?” Now getting really worried, he pulled down the blanket that was covering (Y/N)’s beautiful face. The moment he pulled it off of her, she opened her eyes and a loud “BOO!” made Harrison’s heart fall out of his chest. He lost the balance on his legs and fell backward, his head bumping on the coffee table. At the sound of his skull touching the wood, (Y/N) finally got up. Her mouth covered by her hands. Not clear if she was hiding an expression of worry, shock or amusement. Though by her muddled laugh, Harrison understood it was the former, but at the same time, also the latter.

“Oh my god, baby, are you okay?” She sat down next to him on the ground, cupping his face in his cheeks. Harrison’s hand went up to the back of his head where one spot specifically was throbbing in pain.

“Yeah, I’m fine. What d’you do that for? I was really worried.” He tried to laugh off the pain so she wouldn’t have to worry now.

“What do you expect from me, Haz? It’s Spooky season after all!” Still holding his face in her hands, she placed a soft kiss on his lips. Harrison, as much pain he was currently in, still smiled widely after she pulled away and whispered to him: “I’m so glad you’re back.”

“Oh yeah? Why’s that, love?” He smirked, pulling her into his lap. She giggled. Her soft hands let go of his cold cheeks and wrapped themselves around his neck instead. She was straddling him, mirroring the smirk Harrison was perfecting.

“Well,” she kissed him once more, “I’m not tall enough to hung up the pumpkins.” she pouted her lips a little, leaving Harrison confused. This was not what he expected her to say.

“What? What do you mean?”

“Even when I’m standing on a chair, I’m not tall enough to reach the ceiling and hang up the Halloween decorations. I need a pair of strong big arms to help me.”

“Strong big arms you say?” Harrison chuckled while (Y/N) nodded and squeezed one of his biceps.

“Yeah, so could you call Tom?” She looked dead in his eyes for a few seconds before starting to laugh hysterically. “Before you get mad, you know I was only joking, right?”

“Yeah yeah.” He tried to sound mad, but he couldn’t do it. Harrison was just too happy to see her again to even try to pretend. As much as he wanted to keep looking into her perfect eyes, Harrison took a look around the room. It was exactly the same as it was when he had left two months ago.

“I don’t see any decorations,” he commented on the lack of pumpkins, cobwebs, and monsters.

“Well, duh. I told you - I’m too short to hang up most of it, so I gave up. Then, I wanted to do the rest later, but without you, it’s no fun.” The way her eyes sparkled made Harrison almost deaf. Too mesmerized by the beauty in front of him. He just smiled and nodded as she talked. “So what do you think?”

“What?” he shook his head, finally brought back to earth from the galaxy in her eyes. “Sorry, what were you saying?”  

“I said…” she giggled, “that, if you’re not too tired, we could do it today. Then later, I will make some cookies that we can eat while watching a scary movie. How does that sound?” She was still straddling his lap. Their faces so close to each other that Harrison could see every little mark on her skin. Before he had left, Harrison had tried his best to memorize every part of her, but no memory could hold up to when she was right in front of him.

“That sounds great!” He gave her a tight squeeze around her waist. “But there is one problem.”

“And what is that, Harrison?” She raised her eyebrow.

“Why are you the one that will make the cookies? Don’t I get to help?” The response he got was definitely the one he deserved. (Y/N) started to laugh, falling over from his legs to the ground.

“Oh, Haz, you’re lucky that you’re cute because you can’t cook for shit.”

“Hey, what about my revolutionary poached eggs.” He crossed his arms, feeling a bit hurt at the rude comment.

“Fine. I’ll give you that one.” Still giggling, she got up. It wasn’t the most graceful action, but neither of them cared. When she was finally standing stable on both legs, she held out her arms so Harrison could grab on to her and pull himself up. This didn’t go as smoothly as planned. His feet slid back on the slippery wooden floor and to not hit his head on the table again, Harrison tried to break the fall with his hands. The only problem was, he was still holding on to (Y/N), so she fell right on top of him. They groaned in unison.

Between fits of laughs, she said: “I missed you, babe.” Finally, the words he wanted to hear from her. His hands found their way back around her body. Her cheeks immediately turned pink. With a swift move, he flipped them around, so she was the one lying on the ground and he was hovering above her.

“Let’s try this again, okay love?” She simply nodded. This time, Harrison got up first and easily picked (Y/N) up with him. “Do you have everything ready?” Like a child in a toy store, (Y/N)’s eyes immediately widened in excitement. “Yes, I’ll go get it.” and she ran off to the corridor. Not a minute later, she came back with a giant box. From the top various decorations were already spilling out, making it look like a pumpkin patch had exploded in there.

“And we have two more in the bedroom.” She said proudly before putting her box down on the dining table. She looked at Harrison, who was still staring at her in admiration. “Well…”

“Oh, right.” he made his way to the bedroom to get the other two boxes. Just like (Y/N) had said, there were two cardboard boxes, even bigger than the first one. Not being bothered to go back and forth twice, Harrison picked up the box on the bottom and very slowly made his way back to the living room. Fortunately, for once, he had managed to keep his balance through the whole trip and didn’t drop anything.

“Oh great!” he could hear his girlfriend, but not see her. The boxes took up all his vision. “Put them next to the first one.” He did as instructed. His muscles relaxed when he put down the heavy cartons. (Y/N) was already busy on untangling some fake leaves. The concentration from before was back in her eyes and once again, Harrison couldn’t help but just admire her for a moment.

“Care to help?” she showed him the leaves, which were all in a big knot. Probably a bigger one than when she had started.

“Of course.” He said with a big smile. He sat down next to her and took the big pile of fabricated leaves from her hands. From up close, it even looked like more work than he thought before. This was going to take a while.

And it did. The decorating took much longer than both of them had thought it would. Before they knew it, it was already getting dark outside, and they hadn’t even finished putting everything up in the living room. Most of the delay came from all the stolen kisses and hugs that Harrison tried to sneak in.

Still rather satisfied with the work they did do, together they fell onto the couch. Harrison pulled up one of the blankets (Y/N) had been wrapped under when he came home. She snuggled herself into his side, her hair tickling his neck with every move.

“Why do you have three blankets out, anyway?” he questioned, as (Y/N) took one of the remaining two, to wrap over her legs. She gave him a look as if it was the most obvious thing in the world: “I was cold.”

“You’re always cold,” he laughed.

“Well, if my boyfriend leaves me for two months so I can’t cuddle him to warm up, then yeah, I’m cold.” she wanted to push away from his grip, but Harrison was hugging her too tightly. He gave her a light kiss on the forehead. “I’m sorry, babe. But I’m here now.”

“Thank god.” Her words were mumbled but still clear enough for Harrison to understand. For the next ten or so minutes they stayed like that, cuddled up in the blankets, not saying anything, just enjoying each other’s presence and the soft music that had been playing since they started their decorating adventure.

“Do you still want to watch a movie?” (Y/N) asked after a third or fourth (or maybe twelfth, who kept count anyway) shared kiss. Her voice was softer than before, a bit sleepy.

“I don’t know, without any cookies?”

“We can make some tomorrow,” she suggested. “So, movie? Yes, or No-hoo..” her sentence ended in a yawn, making Harrison chuckle.

“Are you sure you don’t want to sleep?”

“Yes!” she sounded stern, but her tired face said something else. “Go make some popcorn!” She did her best to push him off the couch. Harrison gave in and went to the kitchen, but didn’t bother to make any actual popcorn. He poured himself a glass of water before walking back to where he found his girlfriend peacefully asleep. The two blankets were halfway to the ground, revealing her back to the cold air in the room. Slightly shaking his head, knowing that this would have happened, he quietly walked over to tuck her in. When he grabbed one of the blankets, (Y/N) jumped up, yelling out: “Boo!” Harrison took a step back, spilling his water all over himself.

“Really, babe? Again?” he rolled his eyes.

“I can’t help it. It’s Spooky Season.”

Spooky Season, Harrison thought, smiling. The best time of the year.

The End 

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Not My Type, Part Five (Bucky Barnes X Reader)

Summary: After catching Bucky in the gym, tensions are high and slowly rising as you watch him train on the punching bag. You get a little help from your friends and are begrudgingly pushed in the right direction. Then a masquerade party takes place for Wanda’s birthday and the two of you are at odds when others begin to flirt with you, leading to a series of heated moments. Author’s Note: Okay... But yeah, this one is a doozy and will leave you hot and bothered hehehehehe have fun. I kind of rambled on with this one, lots of words, but it’s super sweet and sappy and ugh. And thank you, @ugh-supersoldiers​ for the inspiration you’ve give me I love your writing sm, super freaking talented. UGH anyway enjoy! FC; Rachel McAdams @rosegoldhome

Song Choice: Can’t Help But Falling In Love (cover) by Twenty One Pilots 

Warnings: fluff, MAJOR fluff, angst, jealousy, PDA, the end leading into smut the next chapter ;)

PLEASE LEAVE FEEDBACK, I LOVE IT

You walk into the training room and set eyes on Bucky taking out his frustrations on a punching bag, doing perfectly timed and damaging hits and high-kicks. You watch him move gracefully and dangerously, stepping quietly into the room so he doesn’t hear you arrive while you continue to gaze openly at his flawless, fighting skills. His face is set in a tense, stone cold expression, clearly from something heavy weighing on him, but instead of open communication, he does this. Spending alone time in the gym with no one around at five in the morning, the sun barely being up in the empty room. His loud groans and noises waking you up, but you don’t mind, enjoying the view playing out in front of your eyes. And your eyes only. The white tank sticking to his chest from the sweat, beads of it dripping from his brow and down his temples, tan skin glistening, and hair pulled back in a bun, a few messy tendrils falling over his azure eyes. Bucky grunts hard when the bag swings back to him and he kicks it roughly in retaliation, causing it to fly off the punching bag and burst on the floor. He walks over to where his duffel bag lays and begins unwrapping the bandages around his knuckles, breathing heavily, not looking up but he’s smiling softly when he says, “Hey, doll.” You jump slightly, hands flying behind you to grip the doorway before you send him a shaky smile when he turns around to look at you. “Hi,” you breathe, suddenly aware of the sports bra and yoga pants you’re sporting and how his eyes are subtly washing over the work-out ensemble, before tearing his gaze away from you. There’s been tension between you two these last few weeks, with you confessing to him that you still love him after all these years and his emotional barriers keeping him from saying it back. Even when he wants to. It’s hard for them and you know that, he’ll do it in time. It’s to be expected with all that he went through, and it pains you whenever the horrid thoughts come to mind, what those people did to him. Because you’re the first girl he’s fallen in love with, and it’s painful, needing you with him at all times, heart slowly aching when you leave the room, stuck thinking about you and waiting for you to find him in the tower at all hours of the day, and missing your angelic smile when you’re not around. It’s you, you, you, in his head, all the time, and he can’t get you out as the old memories are being triggered, floating to his mind. So, needless to say, he’s very happy to see you in here right now with him, and he may or may not have made more noise than usual to wake you up. Of course you know that, though.  He risks another glance in your direction, “You training today?” he asks, faking nonchalance when his fists are still clenched while he puts back his things. You nod, cheeks red in embarrassment when you offer him a sweet smile. “Yeah, uh... someone woke me up,” you flit your eyes to him. “So, why not, right?” “That someone must have wanted to see you...” he says quietly, looking at you too, smirking. “I say that’s a pretty good plan in that respect, very sweet, actually.” “Oh, yeah,” you nod, laughing softly. “Waking me up and making me grumpy early in the morning is a great plan, darling,” you say, realizing you walked the length, nostalgic, southern twang from your youth seeping into your words, rolling your tongue on the last word.

He tenses at the pet name and a blush falls over his cheeks, tinging the tips of his ears uncovered by his hair and shown to you. You smile at this and look at the floor, cocking an eyebrow and looking at him out of the corner of your eye.

“I missed you calling me that,” he half-smirks and your heart skips a beat.

You capture your bottom lip between your teeth and he watches the action adoringly, “I missed being able to,” you say softly, finally letting Bucky peek into the pain you’ve gone through being without him. 

He looks at your eyes as they become glassy and he frowns, stepping towards you, “Please don’t cry, angel, not over me.”

You laugh weakly, wiping at your eyes like it never happened, “I’m not- I’m not going to cry, I spent too much time crying.” You shake your head, “I’m done with that.”

“Good,” he finally crosses the distance between you two and wipes the stray tear that’s fallen on your cheek, thumbing over your skin. “I don’t like seeing my girl upset.”

“Your girl?” you grin at that. “What makes you think you have me...” you say defiantly, tilting up your chin and brushing your lips over his, “Darling?”

He giggles adorably, blushing hard again, “Because you love me,” he smiles.

“Hm,” you smirk. “The jury’s still out on that one.”

“Then why are you blushing when I touch you, doll?” he whispers in your ear, making you gasp when he kisses your temple. “You’re a tease, I’ll give you that, but you’ve never been good at lying.”

“And you are?”

“Oh, yeah, you can’t survive in this world if you aren’t.”

“Well, I’ve made my way just fine.”

He quirks an eyebrow in disbelief, “Have you, though?”

You scoff and take his wrist in your hand, spinning him around and pinning it behind his back, dropping him to his knees on the mat.

He chuckles darkly, “Damn, doll, you’re stronger than I remember.” You let go of his hand and smile smugly at him, “And you’re weaker than I remem- Shit!” an arm’s wrapped around your waist and you’re being flipped over before you can finish your sentence, hitting the mat hard. You laugh breathlessly, having the wind knocked out of you from slamming your back against the floor, (y/h/c) spread around your head like a halo, how unfitting. “We always end up in this position, don’t we, Barnes?” you turn to look up at him, hovering over your body, positioned between your legs, and smile shining down on you, brighter than the sunlight flooding through the wall full of windows. “I’m afraid you’re becoming predictable, Sergeant,” you tilt your head, curling your lips intentionally and accidentally rolling your hips against his, creating an agonizing friction and making Bucky inhale sharply, holding himself tightly. “Interesting,” he leans down and brushes his lips, teasing the skin up your neck, and burying his nose in your hair, inhaling the familiar scent with a small smile that you mirror back to him. “You used my shampoo, doll?” You turn to him, bumping noses in the process and smiling delightfully when you bite your lip, feigning innocence and covering up the new rosiness in your cheeks, “I-I have no idea what you’re talking about, James.”

“Don’t be embarrassed,” he smiles, kissing your neck. “I think it’s cute,” he tickles your neck with his lips and you throw your head back in laughter. 

“I’ll have to do it more often, then.”

He looks at you sincerely for a moment, searching all over you like he’s attempting to find the answer written on your skin, sheepish all of a sudden, speaking before you can ask what’s the matter.

He clears his throat and your lips are only breaths apart, “Doll... I-” “Hey! Nuh-uh, that’s my employee you have pinned beneath you, Sarge,” Tony steps into the room, motioning for him to get off of you. “There will be none of that in my training room.” Bucky sends you an apologetic smile before pushing himself off of you, and pulling you up with him, crashing into his brick-wall like chest, out of breath.  “What... what were you going to say?” you ask him under your breath so only he can hear. He shakes his head, “Nothing, doll. I’ll-uh,” he forces a smile to assure you but his eyes betray him. “I’ll get out of your way.”

You sigh, “Bucky?” you call after him as he gets his stuff and walks out of the room.

Tony looks sympathetically towards you, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to ruin the moment.”

You licks your lips thoughtfully, and shake your head, smiling gratefully at your friend, “No, you’re not. How long were you watching us, Stark?”

He rolls his eyes, “Too long,” he shivers theatrically, sending you a wink. “I just came in here to tell you about the masquerade party tonight for Wanda’s birthday-”

“Which was my idea,” Nat says with an annoyed expression when she walks into the room, gym bag string over her shoulder. Then she looks at you with a sweet smile, mood brightening when she sees you, “Hi, (y/n), someone’s up early?”

“And who’s paying for this idea of yours?” Tony glowers at Natasha and she only smirks, her response to almost anything, especially when you’re pretty and skilled enough to get away with everything.

“Just because you have the money, Stark, doesn’t mean you get all the credit,” she finally replies. “And you, (y/n), haven’t answered my question.”

“She got up for Grease Lightning, or in other words,” he says, folding his arms over his chest, Black Sabbath shirt and all, leaning against the doorway. “Her Bucky Boo Bear, her darling.”

You bury your face in your hands, “You heard that?”

“Oh, doll,” he taps his temple. “I hear everything.”

Nat squeezes your shoulder, “Come on, (y/n), don’t be embarrassed, Wanda and I’ve even got you a dress.”

“Yeah, good plan, get Heavy Metal even more sexually frustrated,” Tony rolls his eyes. “That poor guy hasn’t gotten laid since 1945.”

“But, really, (y/n), whatever you wear,” Nat looks at you seriously, softness in her tone. “Bucky will still be as madly in love with you as he was in the 1940′s, I know that much. And I didn’t even have to be there to tell you that now. I am a spy, after all, I pick up on a those kind of things.”

“And I know that look, sunshine,” Tony smiles, giving you his best heartfelt and supportive voice. “I’ve given that look. And I’ve received that look. You need to hold onto that and never let it go.”

Nat looks taken back when she smiles, “That was actually very sweet, Tony.”

“I expect gratitude and affection in exchange for my wisdom,” he says, holding his arms out and gesturing for you to come hug him. You roll your eyes and walk over, wrapping your arms around your dear friend.

Nat shakes her head, “You’re not getting any hug from me.”

You grab her hand and pull her in, Tony capturing her in the embrace and she sighs, sinking into it and patting your back reluctantly.

“What!” Clint appears in the hallway. “There’s a group hug in here and I wasn’t invited?” he jogs into the room, joining the hug and squeezing you into oblivion.

Steve peeks his head into the room, “Group hug? I heard group hug,” he grins, walking in and wrapping his arms around everyone, picking almost everyone off the floor. 

“SOMEONE SAY GROUP HUG!” Sam yells from down the hall.

Tony pushes everyone off and out the door, “Everyone scatter!”

~~~

The dress Wanda and Nat picked out for you is extravagant to say the least, off the shoulder, a baby blue color that brought out your (y/s/c), a cinched waist with a 40′s style flared waist, the floral train hitting the floor far behind you, long, ringlet curls down your shoulders, lips painted deep red, and eyes covered with a black, lace mask, adorned with gold and silver accents. If only you knew the eyes all are on you as you’re far too distracted searching for the man you want to see the most. 

Bucky had already caught sight of you on the other side of the room, a movie moment plain and simple, he knows it to be you immediately even with the mask. His eyes widen when he sees how beautiful you look, stunned and speechless, falling over your curves, swearing everyone else in the room has blurred away. He has to pinch himself to figure out if he is only dreaming, that he’s gone to heaven and among an angel. When he feels the sting in his flesh arm, he’s brutally aware of his staring when you finally find him. 

You meet his eyes over the swarms of people crowding the room, soft, orchestra music filling the entirety of the tower and easing everyone into finding a partner and dancing. You haven’t been dancing since the 40′s, because, in the words of your old, good friend, Peggy Carter...

You’ve simply not found the right partner yet. Or in your case you both have and are too afraid to ask. 

You bite back a smile, but it’s useless, you’re full blown grinning while he’s looking at you, words not finding either of you when you set eyes on each other.

He sports a raven blazer and slacks, fitting in all the right places you think, hair slicked back elegantly, pulled at the back of his head in a knot, deep blue mask bringing out his eyes, and you too, are at a loss for words. The outfit all pulled together... with a baby blue tie.

You turn around to see Tony, Nat, and Wanda raising their champagne flutes in your direction, clinking the glasses together and smiling to themselves, smug as all hell.

“Who told?” you mouthed to them, frowning.

“I might have let it slipped what color your dress was,” Wanda tells you over the music and chattering people, smirking over the rim of her glass, pink lipstick staining.  

“Make him work for it, (y/n),” Nat smiles.

“If you’ve got it, sunshine, flaunt it!” Tony says, too loudly.

Peppers saddles up at his side and he instinctively wraps an arm around her waist, “Meddling in other’s love lives again, I see. How’s that working out for you?”

“Rather well, actually,” he grins at her and presses a chaste kiss to her lips. “It’s what got me you, right?”

“I’d say it worked out nicely, then,” Pepper smiles and leans her head on his shoulder.

“Hey... um,” Bucky taps Steve on the shoulder, never taking his gaze off you as you grin at something Tony says. “Steve, I’m going to... I’m gonna g-go get a drink.”

Steve looks to where he’s looking and shares a knowing look with Sam who’s already smirking at your exchanging glances. “Alright, Buck, go get a drink.”

“Yeah because someone’s thirsty,” Sam says, taking a sip of his drink for good measure.

Bucky sends him a death glare before making his way over to you, visibly tensing when he sees all the men unable to take their eyes off of you in that dress. Already he has a love/hate relationship with it, and like he said, he knows it to be selfish and possessive, not telling you he loves you and yet he can’t fathom the thought of someone else’s hands on you besides his own.

He takes a glass of aged whiskey from the server’s plates and continues walking to you while you’re preoccupied with scoping out the party, still eyeing the people who are making crude movements in regards to you. 

Bucky’s grip tightens on his glass and it breaks within his grasp, shards hitting the floor and concerned, wiry looks are drawn to him. 

You search the party room as you idly swirl your straw around your cherry coke, finding women glancing in Bucky’s direction, whispering among their friends and giggling like little school girls with a crush, all that he doesn’t notice. You feel your blood boil beneath your blazing skin, attempting to hold it in until you see a man smile to his friend and cross the room to you.

Bucky shakes his head, his own insecurities rising to the surface and getting the best of him, as he storms out of the ballroom. 

You watch him leave and turn to Wanda, the reason you’re at the party in the first place, and she nods with a small smile. You return it graciously, hold up the ends of your dress and run out into the hall, heels clicking the tiled floor as you sprint in uncomfortable shoes to find the man you love. 

The back door leading to garden outside stays slightly open and you sigh a breath of relief, rushing out the open door and biting on your lip hesitantly, hoping he’ll even want to see you. 

“Bucky?” you say, voice low and quiet, shaking slightly. “Babe, I’m-”

Lips crash into yours and arms are wrapped around your waist hastily, kissing the life out of you. You meet a pair of familiar, azure eyes and yours flutter shut, you bring your hand up to run a hand through his hair, the familiar dark locks making your heart soar when you come in contact with them. Kissing you has become like breathing to him, so sweet, so familiar, and he needs it to survive, his heart will stop without it. His lips make up for the talking his mouth never does.

Your back hits the wall roughly behind you and he kisses you hard as you wrap your arms around his neck, greedily taking him in. Mine, mine, mine, you both think, pulling one another closer until there’s barely even room for air. Then you taste the saltiness of a tear into your kiss, breaking away to see his that his eyes are glassy.

“Bucky...” you whisper, cupping his face in your hand. “Bucky, baby, what’s wrong? Tell me.”

“I’m so sorry, doll,” he shakes his head and his voice breaks towards the end, holding your face in his hands as yours falls to your side. “I’m sorry that I’ll never be good enough for you. I’m sorry I haven’t had the guts to tell you how damn much I love you.”

“Bucky,” you breathe, bringing one of his hands to rest over your heart. “This is yours. My heart... only belongs to you. I love you. I’ve loved you for almost a century,” you laugh softly, bringing a smile to his lips. “I’m not going to stop, I love you for all that you are and all that you can be. No one else.”

His eyes are all over your face and his heart practically leaps out of his chest while his lips twitch in a small, tender smile, “Really?”

You nod, grinning, “Really.”

Bucky takes your face in his hands once again and presses his lips to yours, causing your knees to buckle out from beneath you and him to wrap an arm securely around your waist to steady you. The kiss is slow at first, kissing each other languidly and softly, holding each other close for fear of the other disappearing. But no, they’re both here, hearts thumping into one. 

His other arm runs down your side and hikes up your gown’s skirt, the kiss growing feverish and fast-paced, needy and wanton. He pulls you up and you straddle his hips with your legs, wrapping them around his lean waists, and your back hits the wall haphazardly once again, throwing all caution to the wind when he catches your bottom lip between his teeth and tugs. He swallows your moans and tightens his grip on your bare thighs, half-moons delving into the flesh. He smiles against your lips and you tangle your fingers in his long hair.

“I love you so much, doll,” he whispers into the side of your neck and he continues to say in between kisses down your neck and over your ample chest, scattering his lips all over your open skin and whatever he can get to. 

He sucks hard on your neck, biting, nipping, lapping his tongue over the marks he’s making to soothe the spot, reveling in the noises leaving your swollen lips as he continues to slide his hands up your thighs, slowly reaching where you need him most. 

You lean your head against the wall and let out a breathy laugh followed by an adoring smile, “Your room or mine, James?”

He looks up at you and wears a big, goofy grin, peppering kisses all over your face and making you giggle, “Whichever’s closest, doll.”

[cryinggameff]

Sixty Six

Cayden

"Yo, where you been at man?" Pat asked, tossing the ball to me. I dribbled for a bit before picking it up.

"Nowhere, took a few days off," i said. I ran up to the net and did a lay up.

"To be with Randi's ass im guessing," Cole said from the side line. He was in town this weekend for a game which we were all gonna watch that sunday.

"Yo let me tell you, things go a lot smoother when you keep wifey happy. How that saying go?" i paused. "Happy wife, happy life, or whatever corny shit."

"How's the little nugget doing anyways?" Ty asked, swiping the ball from my hands.

"She aight. They thinking of opening a second location right now so she all into that," i shrugged. For obvious reasons i wasn't a fan of the idea of taking on something so big right now, but telling Randi not to do something was like asking water to not be wet, wasn't no point. Best believe i was still gonna try though.

"She coming sunday right? She ain't ever replied my text," Cole turned to me.

"I think so," i said.

"We gon gossip all day or actually play ball?" Rambo who had just walked through the door said. He started playing ball with us a few weeks ago, it was a matter of time now that he was around so much. God knows how, but his half open half closed relationship with China was going strong. They were both wild characters though so i guess it worked.

"My nigga you  15 minutes late talking about we gon play ball," i laughed.

"Yeah but i showed up ready, yall coulda started but yall having a tea party," he said. I grabbed the ball back from Ty.

"We were talking about your mama actually," Ty chimed in. "What were you saying about Miss E's tittied Pat? " he smirked.

"Ty shut your gay ass up," Rambo mugged him.

"Chill bruh," Ty pushed his shoulder.

"aight, aight, lets ball,"i said seeing Rambo's face looking a little to serious. "Cole on my team," i called.

"Yall can't both be on the same team," Ty said.

"What he said. Aint no point in playing that game, we gon loose," Rambo agreed. Cole and i laughed.

"Fine ill be the other captain," Cole offered. So we split off into trams and finally started our game.

I went to the warehouse after playing basketball. Id finally hired an assistant and she was coming in today for her first day. Id been talking to her for a couple of weeks filling her in on everything Kassie used to do around here. I knew nobody could replace her but anyone was good at this point, i couldn't keep planning all the trips and shit like i been doing now, i had other shit to do. Kassie was doing me a solid though and she agreed to come for a few days and train her. Thank God because honestly i dont know how she did half the shit she did. I was looking in my emails when a knock came at the door.

"Yeah," i said. The door opened.

"New girls here," Ty said.

"Let her in," i said. He opened the door wider and Keisha walked in, looking unsure. Ty gave me a curious look before leaving and closing the door.

"Yo, thanks for coming," i said, getting up from my chair.

"Thanks for calling me. This...is the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me," she said. I shrugged. I sat back down and she sat in the chair on the other side of the desk.

"You know, you could have just hit me up if you needed a job."

"Oh come on," she scoffed. "That would have been awkward as fuck and you know it. Especially considering your married now. Which still confuses me," she tilted her head.

"I know," i chuckled.

"How she get you of all people to settle down?"

"I swear she has a super power, she got me doing all kinds of shit i never thought id do. Out here planning anniversary trips and shit," i mumbled. Thats actually what i had been doing on my email before.

"I know all about people changing you," she smiled, "Jacob did the same for me."

"Jacob. That yo man?"

"Sort of," she laughed. I raised a brow. "My kid," she said.

"Ohhh," i said, realizing that was the reason she had started stripping to begin with. She definitely wasn't making enough in retail to support a kid.

"Yup thats how i ended up at the club," she shrugged. "It wasn't bad though. Was making pretty good money too."

"You gonna make over double here, easily. You still gotta deal with a bunch of niggas though unfortunately."

"They don't scare me."

"Good," i said. "So my last assistant gon be here starting tomorrow to help you out. After that you'll be good. Kassie knows her shit."

"Okay, sounds good. Thank you Cayden," she said again.

"Yo, you helping me out too so we good. I was thinking we could just take you around today. See the place and how we do business and what not," i suggested. She nodded. "Cool, lets go." I grabbed my phone and keys then got up from my chair. She grabbed her bag and we left my office.

Randi

China and Jada were getting on my last nerve. I was fairly sure it was in part due to my hormones but also they had me driving around to look at places all day and i was tired and getting car sick as well.

"Okay, one more place" Jada said, looking down at the GPS. I was sitting in the passenger seat.

"I think Randi is fed up with us," China said

"Im not fed up. I just dont get why we're putting so much time in to finding the place right now when we don't even have a full plan in place. Also you got us looking all the way out here, over an hour from the first location, i thought we agreed we wanted to be close to the first one," i said.

"We not sue yet. We just looking Randi, not like we gon sign off on anything today. I thought you were excited about this?" Jada asked.

"I am..." i said.

"So why such a negative nancy?" China asked.

"Im tired," i said simply. "Didn't get a lot of sleep last night."

"Too busy having sex?" She asked. I rolled my eyes. "Come on, lighten up Randi. You're probably just hungry, you know how you get," she said.

"Should i pull into a drive through?" Jada turned to look at me. I paused. Honestly a milkshake did sound really good. Some onion rings too.

"Ok maybe i could eat," i mumbled. They laughed and Jada changed lanes to exit towards the restaurants.

We sat down in McDonalds with our food and i suddenly wasn't hungry anymore so i just drank my milkshake.

"You know what i realized the other day?" Jada said.

"What?" China and I said at the same time.

"We haven't done a girls trip in over 2 years."

"Oh you're right," i said.

"Well Randi probably not down anymore, she's married," China said. She said married with such shade i had to laugh.

"Im down. When we going?" i asked.

"Few months maybe?" Jada said. Yikes, i thought to myself. In a few months i was gonna be at home...with a newborn.  But they didn't know so i just said maybe like i was considering it. Id only told cayden two weeks ago, i wasnt ready to start telling other people yet.

"By the way, are we going to the game together sunday?" China asked.

"Cay will drive us," i said.

"Im excited,  never been to  pro game and knew someone playing."

"Im excited to see Cole. I feel like a mom, i may actually cry watching," i giggled.

We eventually left and went to go see the last property for the day. Again, it was nothing amazing and i was starting to think it was a sign. Of course i didn't say anything about it because i didnt wanna seem against it. Jada dropped me off at the Salon where my car was parked and i drove myself home.

Cayden was home already, watching a basketball game in the living room. I dropped my bag and walked further into the house. Cayden turned around.

"Ran," he said, getting up to come hug me. I lifted my arms to wrap them around his neck. He pulled back a bit to kiss me.

"Hey babe," i said with a smile. His hands were firm around my waist and it felt nice, secure.

"How you feeling today?"

"Okay," i shrugged, "Haven't thrown up so that's good. Im tired though."

"How about i set up a bath so you can relax or something," he offered.

"If you get in with me, sure."

"Aight, lets go," he took my hand in his. We were about to go upstairs but the doorbell rang and i sighed. I let go of his hand against my will and went to go answer the door. My parents stood on the front porch.

"Mom? Dad?" I said, surprised.

"Hi honey. Hope this isn't a bad time. We thought we'd drop by, we missed you two" she smiled.

"I told her we should call first," dad said.

"No its fine, im just surprised. Come in," i opened the door wider. They walked inside and Cayden came to greet them. I gave him an apologetic look and he shrugged like it was nothing.

"I'll go start on dinner," i said.

"I'll help," mom offered.

My mom took over most of the cooking and i just cut veggies and stirred pots.

"You've been real quiet lately, you don't call, or come over" my mom said, "is everything ok?"

"Yeah, im fine mom," i assured her. She looked me over real good and i wondered if it was that obvious that i was pregnant. But if she knew she didn't say anything.

"You and Cayden fighting again?" she asked.

"No, we're good. Great actually. We've just been busy," i said, looking over at Cayden talking to my dad in the living room.

"Well, keep in touch, we miss you."

"I miss you guys too."

My parents finally left hours later and i was exhausted. I went upstairs and started to get ready for bed. I took a quick shower and changed into some sweats. Cayden was already in the bed on his phone. I got in on my side and got comfortable. I suddenly got a tasting for ice cream out of nowhere.

"I really want some ice cream," i said.

"We can get some tomorrow," Cayden said.

"But i really want some now," i complained. He looked up from his phone and i stuck my bottom lip out like a kid. He rolled his eyes.

"Im gonna have to go out now aren't i?" he guessed. I nodded. "What kind you want?"

"Mint chocolate chip. Can you get some pickles too?"

"Aight," he grabbed his keys.

"I love you," i smiled sweetly.

"Ya, ya," he said, annoyed. I laughed.

Ty

**Two days later**

We were at Cole's game, watching him murder the other team. We had been cheering him on and booing the other team when they scored. It was now the third quarter and the temperature was steadily dropping. The game had started at 7 and It was 9pm so the sun had already gone down and everything. I was wearing a jacket so i was ok. Jada,China, and Randi all huddled together to stay warm in the seats behind and the guys. They were all wearing T shirts when they got here, obviously they hadn't been to a game before. We ended up giving them our jackets and stuff. I felt pretty bad, but mostly for Randi. I didn't know much about pregnancy, but it couldn't be good to be out in this kind of weather without a jacket. Cayden turned around to face them.

“Its too cold out here, I’m gonna take you back to the hotel,” he said to Randi.

“It’s almost done Cay, I’m fine,” she said, teeth chattering. He gave a ‘Yeah right’ look.

"Theres only a few minutes, she'll be alright," China said. I mean she aint know, so you couldn't really blame her. I kept my mouth shut but i made eye contact with Randi before looking away. Cayden gave her a warning look because he clearly wasn't happy and i didnt blame him. He was just worried bout her.

"Ok, lets go," she said. The girls looked at her strangely, probably wondering why Cayden would be bossing her around about going inside. "I'm really cold. I'll just see you guys in the morning. Tell Cole im proud of him."

"Okay," Jada said.

The two of them left and i watched them go up the stairs to leave the stadium. I missed s touch down and looked back to the field when everyone started cheering.

"Yo they're finished, they might as well go home! we got this," Pat said to me.

"Yeah man," i said.

After the game we all stuck around so we could see Cole. I was going out to dinner with him after and everyone wanted to congratulate him. We waited by the change rooms and after a while Cole and his teammates started coming out. The other players' families were waiting too. I waved when i saw him and he smiled big seeing everyone here for him. He came over and dapped everybody. We all told him how well he'd played and he thanked everyone for coming out. I saw him looking around though.

"Wheres Randi?" He said, sounding disappointed.

"She left at third quarter," i said. His face looked hurt or betrayed, and i felt bad.

"There was a few minutes left, she couldnt even stay? Wow," he mumbled.

"It aint like that man-" i tried to explain and defend her but he was finished with the topic.

"Whatever. I just wanna have dinner like we planned. Gotta go talk to coach real quick, meet you in 10?"

I nodded. He leaned in and kissed me in front of all the people that were gathered, including his team mates. I grinned.

"So what did you wanna talk about?" I asked him, taking a bite out of my burger. He had said he wanted to discuss something after the game.

"Nothing really. I was just thinking i miss you during the week," he said.

"Its hard not being able to drop by whenever," i agreed.

"Aight, So i was thinking, come stay with me then," he shrugged. I paused, surprised and a little confused.

"You wanna live together?" i asked. He nodded. I was down for that, but i knew he meant in Dallas. Which meant i would be doing the moving. "What am i gonna do in dallas?"

"Be with me, what you mean?"

"I work here Cole. I can't up and leave everything, what the hell would i tell Cayden?" I leaned back in my chair and folded my arms.

"Not like you have a real job, you can do what you do anywhere," he said. My brows came together.

"Not a real job," i chuckled humorlesly. "I make real money so,"

"Thats not what i meant," he said, reaching across the table to touch my arm.I didn't say anything. "I just want us to be together Ty."

"I do too, but im not leaving," i shrugged. There was a long stretch of silence were neither of us said a thing.

"I gotta go back in the morning. Can we just enjoy my last night," he mumbled. I paused. He had a point.

"Let's go back to my place. I can drive you back in the morning," i finally said.

I paid the bill and we left the restaurant to go back to my place. Neither of us wanted to be fighting when it was our last day together. but i knew the issue wasn't resolved and we would have to come back to the conversation. But it wasn't going to be tonight.

Randi

When we were driving home from the game Cayden and i were having a pretty heated conversation about when to spill the beans. We still hadn’t told people that I was pregnant, it was just between us. I liked it that way. Nobody had guessed, probably because I hadn’t quite started to show yet. My bump was still easy to hide.

Once we got home and got in the bed to sleep we had finally calmed down and stopped arguing. Cayden reached his arm over me and placed his hand on the lowest part of my small bump. He put his face against my neck so that my chin was resting on his head. His hand traveled gently over my skin in various patterns. My eyes closed because it was relaxing.

"We need to tell people" he said gently. I knew he was right, i was just hesitant to let everyone else in on it because then they would wanna put in their 2 cents and be telling me what to do and everyone would start treating me different.

"I know," i said simply, opening my eyes again. "Im gonna miss it being just us," i said.

"It's still gonna be me and you mama," he said.

"I know, but you know how my friends are, and my mom, God. She's gonna wanna be involved in every way possible," i sighed.

"My mom will probably be on your case too," he said apologetically.

"Ugh" i rolled my eyes, annoyed.

"But think how excited they're gonna be," he said. I nodded.

"My moms gonna freak," i smiled a little, thinking about it. She had been so disappointed when i told her i didn't want kids. "Fine, give me one more week then we can tell them."

"Deal," he agreed.

"By the way, Ty knows," i said, giving him an apologetic smile.

"What?" he said, sitting up. I laughed.

"Im sorry, he came over to get the keys to your office and i almost fell and i kinda made it obvious and he guessed," i said quickly.

"He knew before me!?" He looked so upset, like someone had stolen his favorite toy.

"sorry," i said again. He pouted. "I love you," i touched his face. He still looked mad. "But technically i didn't tell him, he guessed. You're still the first person i actually told," i said to comfort him.

"I guess..." he said. I pulled him back down so that he was laying down again.

"you still mad?" i asked.

"No," he shook his head.

"Then you better say you love me back."

"I love you baby mama," he said. I gave him a dirty look and he cackled.

[flowersintheimpala99]

Roses

(Yes it's Radmond fanfiction featuring two OOC boys probably) 

KO had been the one to find the first rose. He'd been cleaning up after the first official Plaza Prom, and had found the somewhat wilted flower laying on the punch table. He hadn't thought much of it, really he only mentioned it to Rad and Enid because he felt sad that somebody had forgotten their flower. "I know if I'd gotten Mommy a fancy rose and she'd lost it, she'd be super upset about it!", he explained, giving his two best friends the KO Puppy Eyes. 

That's how Mr. Gar’s shop ended up having a vase (KO had made it himself out of macaroni, somehow...) with a much happier looking rose resting in a couple inches of water. Nobody questioned it, probably because nobody really cared, but the little addition seemed to brighten the shop a bit. KO was convinced someone would come in and recognize the flower, even though Rad insisted that nobody would remember "Some dumb flower" well enough to actually miss it to begin with. 

KO, with his ever present optimism and selective hearing, decided that someone would definitely come in just to get their lost rose back. Enid just shrugged and hid her smile behind some trashy gossip magazine. She was the one who found the second rose, along with a rather short poem. 

"Jeez, listen to this guys!", she called, giving the rose a precise, gentle kick so that it landed safely into the vase. Rad and KO crowded around the counter, eager to hear what the note said. Enid cleared her throat and began reading in the cheesiest romantic voice she could muster. "This rose is red, quite a beautiful hue, but I prefer instead, flush of the color blue.", she started, striking a couple of dramatic poses for good measure. Rad snickered at her antics while KO looked positively awed by the poetry.

 "Enid, that was so beautiful! Who do you think could write something so amazing?!?", he asked, hopping in place excitedly. Enid rolled her eyes and slipped the note under the counter, the gears in her head turning. "I dunno, KO. Whoever it is clearly has it bad for someone.", she replied, giving Rad a sly grin. It went unnoticed, as Rad picked KO up and let the little hero rest on his shoulder.

 "Man, who writes poetry anymore? Why not just ask someone out?", he asked, giving KO a little head pat. He smirked and flexed before he bragged, "I guess some guys just have it hard. Not everyone can be as cool as me!" KO agreed happily, and the store employees soon got back to their work. And by that I mean KO did whatever menial tasks Enid and Rad didn't feel like doing. 

A few days later, after a particularly difficult fight with Raymond that involved bad sports puns, a chicken, and a possessed television set, the trio tramped back to the store. They were exhausted, even hyper little KO was quiet for once, and he probably wouldn't have noticed the rose if it weren't for the fact that one of the thorns pricked his foot. 

After a little sniffling and first aid care from Enid, the trio managed to find yet another poem to go with the rose. A slightly trampled rose was levitated into the vase, and KO was given the honors of reading this poem since he'd found the rose.

 "The ocean reminds me of you, not only for the color, but of the way I drown in its depths, like I do with your eyes.", he recited, blinking a couple times in confusion. "Is this guy super tiny or something? How could you drown in someone's eyes if you weren't super small?", he asked, looking up at Enid from the spot he'd taken on her lap. "Well, it isn't-", she began, not at all surprised when Rad cut her off. 

"It's not like, something literal. This person means they get caught in someone's eyes really badly, and can't like, look away from them because they're mesmerized by their beauty.", he replied, not noticing the weird look he got from Enid for a second. However, he quickly added, "I mean, I guess they could be super tiny? I don't know dude, poetry's too lame and nerdy for me to get." 

KO bought it entirely, but Enid didn't. She didn't call Rad out though, and simply tucked the note away with the other one. "Well, either way... Someone in the bodega clearly has an admirer.", she stated, moving KO from her lap to the counter. He got all starry eyed at the prospect, momentarily forgetting he was supposed to be hurt as he jumped to his feet. 

"Then we gotta find this secret admirer, and help them confess!", he exclaimed, realizing a second too late that he'd just put weight on his injured foot. Enid and Rad spent the next half hour soothing a crying KO as they treated his boo-boo. His little mission was pushed to the side for a couple days, until they found the fourth rose. 

Or, more accurately, Mr. Gar found the fourth rose. After a long, awkward minute of stuttering and avoiding eye contact with the employees, he handed over the rose and the attached note before he hurried off to his office. Before Enid or KO could get a chance to even see the note, Rad used his cool powers to levitate over to himself. 

Unlike the other two, his eyes scanned the words a few times before he read it. "I was never programmed to pine, yet I find myself doing so for you, my mechanical heart is no longer mine, it belongs to the alien of blue.", he mumbled, eyebrows knitting together in confusion. KO and Enid went really quiet for a second, then Enid burst into hysterical laughter while KO got the hugest grin on his face.

 "Rad, do you know what this means?!?", he shouted, running up to his best friend with that starry look in his eyes again. "It means you're the one with the secret admirer! Oh man, I wonder who it is? It could be anybody, you're so cool and strong and who wouldn't like you?", he rambled, pacing around the floor quickly. Rad only scoffed, his cheeks darkening slightly. 

The note was crammed into his pocket, though, even as he insisted nobody with good enough taste to like him would confess through a cheesy poem. Still, for the rest of his shift he went about with a little, content grin on his face. Anytime his eyes would wander over to the growing collection of roses, that familiar flush would creep up the back of his neck and spread to his cheeks. 

KO began analyzing the notes from before, using his half hour break to call Dendy in for her genius. She brought some weird little machine along, and fed the two scraps of paper to it despite Rad's little cry of protest. "This is a highly developed machine I've constructed myself, Radicles. There is merely a 0.001% chance that the chemical processes the papers are going through could cause any sort of physical damage to their structure. Besides, you'll find that even if the papers are damaged, the results will more than make up for that.", she explained, looking up briefly to make sure he was following before looking back to the machine. 

Eventually, the screen went blank before it was filled with page after page of text. Dendy looked it over closely, KO grinning from ear to ear as he waited for the results. Enid seemed disinterested, as always, and seemed to be enamored by the bright screen of her phone as her fingers flew across the keyboard. 

"Judging by the prose your admirer uses, and the chemical traces my machine has detected on the paper... I would say your admirer is not only quite smitten with you, but he is also that of a mechanical nature.", she finally said, nodding slightly to herself. At Rad's blank look, Dendy sighed and reiterated, "Your secret admirer really likes you, and he's a robot." KO let out a huge gasp of surprise, while Rad seemed stunned into silence. "We don't even know that many robots! What if it's Darrel?!? Or... Or Mr. Boxman?!?", he cried, looking distressed at the thought of their arch nemesis having a crush on Rad. 

"Oh please, Mr. Boxman isn't even fully mechanical, he just makes robots. Besides, he's too busy fawning over his client to think of Rad like that.", Enid commented. She smirked as she sent off another text, then finally put her phone down. "It's clearly Raymond. Darrel doesn't have any other interests besides making his dad proud, and Raymond is the only robot we know that's cheesy enough to write poetry. And honestly, who else would use the word pine besides him?", she added, quirking an eyebrow at them all. 

Dendy seemed pleased enough with the results of her machine, and bid KO and his friends goodbye before she left. Rad was still in a state of shock, his brain still processing everything. Even when Mr. Gar came by and yelled at him for not working, he was slow to start stocking the shelves. KO was mildly worried for his best friend, and didn't understand how Enid seemed so calm and matter of fact about the whole situation.

 "Isn't... Isn't this bad, Enid?", he asked quietly, head tilted to the side in confusion. She tensed slightly at the question, and put her phone down once more so she could bring KO to eye level with her. "Why exactly would it be bad, KO?", she asked, keeping her voice low. A little worry crept into her chest when she could see KO struggling to put his thoughts into words. 

"Well... Rad's a good guy! And... And Raymond is a bad guy! I thought bad guys only liked bad guys and good guys only liked good guys!", he finally blurted out, immediately looking embarrassed. Enid let out a huge sigh of relief, glad that she wouldn't have to have /that/ conversation with KO. 

"Well... People don't decide who they like, KO. Neither do robots, I suppose. You just like who you like.", she explained, giving him a soft smile. KO nodded slowly, then brightened up almost immediately. "You mean like how you like Red Action-", he began, the rest of the sentence muffled when Enid clapped a hand over his mouth. "KO, you need to help Rad with the bottom shelves!", she demanded hurriedly, tossing him over to the super soft pillows on aisle seven. The little hero let out a happy cheer as he flew through the air, and landed with a nice bounce on the pillows. 

For nearly a whole month after that, the roses and poems weren't mentioned. KO tried to bring them up at one point, but a silent stare from Rad had him quickly changing the subject to a video Enid had shared. KO and Enid scoured the little store for another rose and poem, but always came up empty handed. That is, until KO went out back to take the trash out during Rad's break. 

He barely managed to withhold a gasp of surprise when he saw Raymond there, a smug look on his face as he presented Rad with a bouquet of roses. "Dude, I swear if you wrote more than one cheesy poem...", Rad threatened, the dark flush on his face instantly negating any intimidation he had going for him. "Why, Radicles my darling, you know the rules! One rose, one poem! And since I got you 12 roses...", Raymond trailed off, giving Rad a rather wicked grin. 

Rad let out a very flustered sound and snatched the roses away from Raymond, grumbling under his breath about annoying boyfriends. "I'll read them later, you giant nerd.", he said, the grin tugging at his lips causing KO to scream internally. His idol was an even bigger softie than he'd thought! "Well, I'm afraid I must deprive you of my presence, my darling! Might I steal one last kiss to remember you by?", Raymond asked, batting his eyelashes innocently. 

Rad rolled his eyes and pulled his boyfriend in for a quick kiss, pulling away a few seconds later with a flushed face. "You're literally going to see me at the diner in three hours, dude. I guess I can't blame you though. Three hours without me must seem like three days to you, Mr. 'Oh how I pine for thee'.", he teased. KO was then left to question how a robot could be capable of blushing as much as Raymond was able to blush. The robot in question left quickly after that, and Rad let out the most un-rad giggle before he turned around to head back inside. He froze when he saw KO standing there, a nervous sound passing his lips. 

"Rad...", KO began, shaking his finger at his idol in a scolding manner. "I can't believe you didn't tell me you guys were dating! How would I have known to start planning the wedding, huh?", he asked, giving Rad an upset look. Rad only sputtered in response, the thought of a wedding between him and Raymond too much for his poor brain to handle. Enid poked her head out the back door, looking mildly annoyed with both of them. "Dude, your break is over. Sneak kisses with your dorky boyfriend on your own time, not on store time.", she griped, pulling them both back inside after she kicked the trash into the garbage bin. 

As embarrassed as Rad was that KO had found out, and Enid had apparently known the whole time, he was mostly relieved that neither of them seemed upset by the fact that he and Raymond were together. In hindsight, he thought, he should've known from the beginning that they wouldn't care. When it came to their blue friend, all they ever wanted was for him to be happy. And if he was happy with a dorky, pun spouting robot, then who were they to judge? 

He couldn't help but smile as he clocked back in and went to work, a new spring to his step as he stocked the shelves. Enid and KO stopped looking for roses, and Rad stopped hiding them from everyone. The vase was once more full of beautiful roses, and the tension that had lingered in the shop had dissipated.

 Mr. Gar didn't really know what was going on, but he didn't question it because Rad was actually doing his work and getting it done on time. As long as his employees weren't doing drugs or slacking off, who was he to judge?

[ts-akhmim]

Episode 14 (Finale) | “All of this and more, but only in Autumn's World” - Autumn

So I figured out that Amir does have the idol and Jakey originally had it that round... damn I wish I looked a little more but I just didn't think Jakey had it. So that probably means that Autumn is going this round, and then I just need to find a way to win this next challenge over Amir. I know Kendall and I will vote together next round regardless, so worst case scenario next round for me is that I am in some kind of fire-making challenge, but I at least see there being a good chance that me and Kendall could be sitting in FTC together, and I'm just hoping at this point that it's Augusto sitting there with us. P.S. In the event that I make FTC... I really hope I'm not seen as a goat. Like, I don't think I am, but I'm not sure how much respect I'll get for my game. I'm hoping people see how savvy I had to be to continuously work my way back up after a couple blindsides and being pushed to the bottom, but you never know with this jury / cast. P.P.S. Please no pressure cooker next round. I'm not ready to have to beat Amir THAT way.

So I'll count that as half of a success. I was at least able to help convince Amir to play the idol he told me about to flush that, and with Autumn safe, the next option was to do Adam. Knowing that if Autumn did have the merge idol, she probably wasn't playing it on Adam, this was the next best option. I need Kendall and Augusto around because those are the two I'd like to bring to FTC if I can make it there. It makes sense to take them to the end as our games are all very similar, so at least we aren't against a winner at the end. Part of me thinks that bringing Amir may not be the worst thing in the world given he has screwed over a decent bit of that jury, but also, I'd rather not take that risk.

So now that that's done and I'm cute and immune, I can confirm it all. Yes I do have the merge idol, yes I've had it since Final 7 but planned not to play it until Final 5, and yes that makes me the most powerful person here. Deadass everyone wants my head on a stick and I don't give a single fuck. I'm chilling all weekend, letting them think they're doing something if/when I lose win immunity, and then I'm sending a man out on one vote Monday night. You think they hate me now? Wait til they find out they can't take a shot at me until Final 4 lmaaaaoo. Be blessed! 

So Amir blames me for playing his idol... I think that's a win for me then, right?

I'm so glad I was able to take this challenge win! I needed to win this to guarantee I wasn't some kind of contingency plan. But now, it's about how can I guarantee a winner goes home. I've already kind of told Autumn she was in trouble (literally 0 point in lying to her about it) and have explained to both Kendall and Augusto that we should find a way to split the votes / guarantee that Autumn and Amir have no shot of working with one another and sending home one of the two people I want with me at FTC. I feel so close, yet so far away from the title of Sole Tumblr Survivor. I want this win so badly. I can't describe how much I want this win. I didn't come back just to have fun; I didn't come back just for maybe an ounce of redemption from Guyana, I came to win this mother-effer. I have at least a 25% shot at the moment, but I want to increase that number. 

Final 5... it's so insane honestly because I never expected this of myself but I've played my ASS off (literally, that's why I'm flatter than a table top) especially these past few rounds. I'm kinda shocked that the clear targets are Autumn/Amir/TJ just given I have been a force in the game (subtly ofc) so its def a gag... but yeah. TJ winning the immunity was WORST case scenario because I wanted to come for that man's neck SO bad but we'll just have to get him next time. Amir having the merge idol isn't a SHOCK but it was interesting to say the least like rip telling me that but both his idol plays are gonna be kinda useless which helps my case! I know that Autumn said me and Kendall have been up Amir's ass but first of all... i'm a bottom so I would never BUT also I feel I've held my own this entire game so it isn't my truth in the slightest but I'll just have to prove her, TJ, and the jurors wrong if I got to. I've gone from flop (16th in Bhutan, 17th in Great Lakes, 12th in Socotra) to the top (6th in Flops, 2nd in Seychelles) but I am trying to WIN and wear my deserved crown, it's time I won something yknow. 

Amir and I when my plan worked and NEITHER of us walked into jury yet again https://twitter.com/abridrakegraham/status/1222552252357005313 The kids HURTIN yall and I will 100% respect their privacy at this time. Like they really thought!!! They really thought they finally killed me and were probably singing ding dong the witch is dead all day and now look at em. They done lost the boy they all wanted to go to the end with, got severely played by me, AND still gotta see my face everyday. Someone check on Jordan Pines I wanna make sure he's not still holding his breath waiting for my demise. And I've teamed up with his other least favorite person? HOES MAD. But it's not just him- Kendall ready to fight Amir in PM's, TJ in his feelings on call during tribal, Augusto couldn't even find the words he was that shocked. It's all so glorious and I truly fucking love wrecking everyone's games. Amir was like I've never felt these emotions before/ this is one of the wildest moves I've ever been apart of and tbh I agree with Amir. This was batshit crazy but you know what the gag is? This is literally just another day in the mind of Autumn Hill Jury mad, the mayos mad, Augusto mad, and I'm literally on top on the world right now. Like I love Augusto yes but that move was the definition of powerful. Like it's not just playing an idol correctly. It's the fact that Amir came to me begging that I forgive him and that we work together again, I then agreed and admitted to having the idol to A WHOLE ASS WINNER, convinced Amir to tell the kids he had the idol, got everyone to feel super comfortable around me all night and day cause I knew "I was going," snapped in the tribe chat at 2:00 because I "just wanted people to be honest about voting me," got the kids to essentially then tell on themselves since they listed all the reasons why they were voting me, and then idoled out their king using his once closest ally. Liiiikkkee?? STIFF WHERE?? DEAD WHERE??? Bitch I'm playing to win ok I hope yall enjoying this master class I've put on cause I'm hanging it up after this. Unless yall get serious about having a TS version of Winners at War, then call me. But otherwise, yes I'm going ham because I have every intention of walking into the 2 time winners chat. I WANT TO ASCEND!!! So PSA: if my funeral is public knowledge, that means I ain't dying hahaha. Apparently everyone has nicknames for me and that might actually be my favorite part. Jakey calling the game Autumn's World all merge to the boys and TJ only referring to me as the Godmother?? iconic! You know I'd hate me too if I wasn't me, which is why I'm flattered by it all. They know damn well they're almost out of time to get rid of me and they've spent the entire fucking game hoping and wishing and praying and still can't pull it off. And them not targeting me out the gate like Jordan wanted has gotten soooo many people killed. But most importantly I have successfully played an idol now TWICE at Final 5.. And I sure did win back to back immunities at Final 4 and Final 3 in Crossroads so finding out this season has a final 2? Perfect let me dust off the blueprint real quick

 https://twitter.com/rcgersnatalia/status/1168071613763342336

okay im going to work my ass of to win this but autumn and tj have both claimed they can do this really well, so like basically, tj cannot win immunity, i need to win or i may be absolutely screwed https://66.media.tumblr.com/583667e85060a36a2cccb8551baa27d5/tumblr_inline_oh5slaYgdO1tr4u58_500.jpg but as of rn, i was going no matter what if i didnt win immunity, i tried to make a story to autumn and we called for like 3 hours and i did my damnest to sell that tj is the problem with everything that happened last round and that i was down to vote augusto for real until tj really sold the plan out to augusto and i didnt want to go to rocks, but i played the idol out of fear that augusto-kendall-tj would 3-2-1 me so she believed there is a true rift in the beauties right now and has more of a reason to hate tj she is so fucking smart so she may have sussed it out and went along with it, but im hoping it worked??? idek but she said if she wins immunity she'll idol me she did admit she has the idol to me but maybe because she knew i already knew

I just... do I even have words anymore? Like, time and time again, I'm getting screwed over and I just... it's a good underdog story now. I just have to win this next challenge. I guess regardless I had to win this next challenge, but also, I was really hoping to not have to have as much concern as I do right now.

What was that?? oh cause I thought the yts who can't successfully kill me had said something https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Wux4HnZRY0 Another day, another body bag. THEY WERE SO SURE THEY HAD ME AHHHH I really have to laugh. Kendall was certain this was my funeral and I'm like nah baby it's yours. I'm still screaming that TJ would keep immunity for himself and let Kendall go to firemaking where she would 100% lose that's wild. Only for me to find out after that sis really was THE RAT??? Y'all set her up lmaaaooo. Now I really don't feel bad cause she ran from her karma long enough and if Amir had told me that shit before firemaking I really would've smoked her in the comp. Kendall had no business snitching to Jordan about an airtight unanimous vote and blowing up all her allies' games just to do right by an egom aniac. Then Jordan still died and she falls in love with his bestie boo TJ (he's playing you sis!!) who sensed she could die this round but didn't give a single fuck?? Absolute mess. She really got Devon, TJ, Amir, and Augusto to lie about it the whole game and they agreed because they knew if I ever find out the truth, I'd kill her on sight. Bitch I killed her anyway!!! So was it even worth it? Cause she still walked into jury but she got a better placement and a noble death, which miss Devon and Augusto cannot say. Too busy being lying https://media3.giphy.com/media/6DMfLQEhixGdW/source.gif I feel so affirmed though- every person who has come for me is either sitting in jury or is about to walk in. That's power- that's RANGE! Also I just wanna say to Devon while I'm here:  you really gave me all that grief for considering you could be the rat when you, Amir, and Augusto were in on it and protecting Kendall the whole time??? Fuck outta here. Like whose fault is it really that you died Devon? I wanna know. You mad at me and Amir when you need to be mad at yourself for picking the wrong girl, which is on brand for straight white men but y'all not ready to have that conversation. Anyway! Kendall trying to undermine me the ENTIRE merge and using all these men to do it only to still get killed by me in the end?? Fucking love that shit. All of this and more, but only in Autumn's World

https://66.media.tumblr.com/143402720bb2766ebe14eb1d657e2ca6/tumblr_inline_o8662rxDt11tr4u58_250.gifv

Me before the challenge https://peopletalk.ru/wp-content/uploads/2016/09/tumblr_n49eidw5Zk1rsrbdko1_500.gif 

Me after I went beast mode and embarrassed the men https://twitter.com/intoragnarok/status/1233477557565173762

I'm screaming at Amir asking me after if kept him strategically or out of loyalty and I'm like sis what do you think. I was not about to let the white knights get their way and give TJ the win all because he's a good car salesman. Like y'all should've seen that 1 hr plus discussion of TJ and Amir going back and forth on camera about who I have a better chance of beating and I'm just sitting there IMMUNE taking notes, knowing neither of them wanted this. The power that that has, the intelligence that that has, the clearance that that has, the access that that has. Amir and TJ planning to kill me and then being thwarted once again is arguably my two favorite storylines. TJ wanted to do this the ENTIRE MERGE and I never let him succeed. And Amir wanted to be the one to say he killed me cause he's Mr. Smith when I'm Mrs. Smith and my ass spared him and helped him several times. Now look at em, getting third and second. I made a joke at Final 5 that Amir and I are the movie Mr. and Mrs. Smith and it's so true. I adore him as a person and I know he loves me too but we're not above killing each other. Hell we genuinely want to kill each other but time and time again we chose to kill everyone else instead lmao. 

So please enjoy this visual walkthrough of our wild ass partnership

(when we met at merge) https://i.pinimg.com/originals/3f/48/5e/3f485e53a56fb43c62c22c0790e8afd7.gif 

 (when we voted together at Final 11 and Final 10) https://media1.giphy.com/media/l3Ucho9gtq4b7SLok/source.gif 

 (when I caught Amir in a lie and killed Devon as retaliation but still wanted to work with Amir) https://media0.giphy.com/media/l3UcotueAJQAW0zjW/source.gif 

(when Amir killed Ali and Adam to piss me off) https://66.media.tumblr.com/eebc1dc0a509a652ea543aba82bcb1c5/tumblr_ojjk22iVXM1uhcmrao1_250.gifv 

(when Amir tried to get back in my good graces at Final 5) https://66.media.tumblr.com/3b157a36601820370897ace6673af493/tumblr_n17egq7Hdq1r7fawxo4_r3_250.gifv 

(when I agreed to the winners pact and got him to kill Augusto and Kendall with me) https://thumbs.gfycat.com/DefiniteVapidDogwoodtwigborer-size_restricted.gif 

 (when he kept trying me at Final 4 and Final 3/ saying he'd kill me) https://i.gifer.com/3lie.gif 

(when I snapped and took Amir to Final 2, like I said I would, and we both knew he'd lose beside me) https://66.media.tumblr.com/d1f3506fc873a7d2393d705a7f58065d/tumblr_mgooqovRHw1qkdoj2o1_500.gif

mood after everything that's happened and me making FTC again- we out here. Coming out of retirement has been good to me https://twitter.com/emrific/status/1235072497055227907

(final 4) oh dear me this one is a tuffyyyy wuffyyy.... okay okay. so its f4, tj thinks im voting with him and kendall to vote autumn. Autumn thinks im voting with her against kendall to make it firemaking. basically, i was originally gonna vote autumn, and i told autumn and she was like fk no so i told her im convinced but i am STILL UNSURE So if I vote kendall: autumn has to win fire making which like statistically i do not see kendall beating autumn, but then tj takes me to final 2 over autumn, and autumn will take me to final 2 over tj, she also threatened to make jury hate me if I cut her now which doesn’t really scare me tbh if I’m next to kendall anyway, but regardless of that threat, me going with tj and autumn gives me a 66% chance of winning this game. If me or Tj win final immunity, I think I win this game. If Autumn wins, then uhhhhggg she will probs take me but like we will thee i just hope she doesnt win final immunity If I vote autumn: me or kendall have to win final immunity, because if tj wins, then I’m getting third place, and kendall would probably take tj as well, so like, yeah i would beat them both at the end but i would be putting myself in a position where i have to win immunity but idk . i think voting kendall is better as i type dis

final 3 oh my gooooodddd, the fact that i am here is so surreal 2 me, and idk idk this immunity is gonna be the deciding factor of my game and im so nervous but also happy and proud of myself however this game turns out. hoyoyoyooyoy

SO MISSS AUTUMN JUST UHHHHHHHH wooped me arse in immunity and me and Tj had to PLEAD for ourlives but she ended up TAKING MEEEEEEEEE so partyyy Honslee tho, while this is gonna make winning 90x times harder, I am pretty happy to be sitting next to Autumn cuz our end game mr. and mrs. smith alliance is highkey iconic af ewnfewkjfnewkjnf like we killed each others allies and somehow have been aligned since early merge and I lied to her and somehow we always came back and protected each other and if i don't win im happy she will <3 but with that said, i gotta take her DOOOWNNN

AUTUMN WINS 8-1

[journey-into-weirdness]

"Ned and the Nude” Comic Script by Walt Jaschek

Here’s the script for our “Ned and Nude” Simpsons Comic audition. It’s not “How to Write Comics the Walt Jaschek Way.” But it might give you a peek into my approach.  Simpsons are © 20th Century Fox. Created by Matt Groening. (You are my hero, Matt.)

COMIC SCRIPT “NED AND THE NUDE” The Simpsons Writer: Walt Jaschek

PAGE 1

Full-page splash.  In the foreground is a cute, female ART MODEL, her back to us, her head turned so we can see her face.  She is very, very NUDE.  One long arm thrusts out and bends back to her hip.  Framed in the space between her arm and body is our hero, NED FLANDERS.  He is sweating.  With one hand, he tugs at his pink collar. With the other, he hold a paint brush up to an canvas on an easel.  But the paint is dripping and smearing: he just can’t focus!

CUTE MODEL:  What’s WRONG, Mr. Flanders?

CUTE MODEL 2: Why won’t you…

CUTE MODEL 3: PAINT me?

FLANDERS 1: Well, I… [GULP!]

FLANDERS (thought 1:) Great gobs of GIDDY-GOO, man!

FLANDERS (thought 2:) Get a ho-ho-HOLD of yourself!

STORY TITLE:  NED AND THE NUDE

END PAGE 1

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PAGE 2

1 – A classroom.  From behind Ned. Across the room, the silhouette of the model, her hands on her hips.  Ned is turning to look up — there’s a hand on Ned’s shoulder. And a cigarette burning from the hand!

Voice (from off): YES, Ned. You do seem a little… “UPTIGHT.”

2 – Reveal: Marge’s sister Selma. She is chain smoking, pontificating like a self-important teacher.  Because in this class — she is!

Selma: STUDENTS!  Did I not LECTURE this class on the need for a true NUDE FIGURE ARTIST to let GO!…

Selma 2: GO!…

Selma 3: [[cough!]]

Selma 4: GO?

3 – A three-shot. Ned, at his easel. On the left, a little behind: Marge, also painting at an easel. On the right, also a little behind: Barney.

Ned: Oh GOSH, Selma!  You’re the best darn ADULT EDUCATION ART TEACHER here at EAST-LOWER SPRINGFIELD JUNIOR HIGH!

Ned: It’s JUST that…WELL…

4 – CU of Selma, scowling.

Selma: WHAT, Ned? WHAT?

5 – A shot past the model as Ned leaps up from the easel — he uses one hand to cover his eyes. With his other, he points to the model.  He can contain himself no longer.

Ned (yelling): The HUMAN BODY is OBSCENE!

NED (yelling 2):  And LOOKING at it is a mortal SIN so SEVERE it’ll yank your SPLEEN out!!!!

6 – 2-shot. Ned is artificially calm now, grinning sheepishly at Selma and making a circular gesture with his hand just above the surface of his canvas.

NED: Plus, I’d feel better with more time for the “UNDER-DRAWING.”

SELMA:  Grr!

END PAGE 2

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PAGE 3

1- Exterior shot of East-Lower Springfield Junior High.

SELMA (from within): Are you GETTING this, class?

SELMA (from within): Ned is EMBARASSED — by THIS!

2- In foreground, Selma gesturing to the tableau behind her. The beautiful, nude model. Holy cow! She looks like Britney Spears! With gigantic bosoms! And this is no normal pose: she’s holding a whip! While sucking on lollipop. Wearing (as it turns out) fishnets! About to get into a bathtub! While a fan blows her big hair.  In other words, a bunch of obvious cheesecake cliches.

(Selma’s word balloons hide the model’s naughtier bits.)

SELMA:  Merely by THIS:

SELMA 2:  A completely NATURAL, NORMAL BODY…

SELMA 3: …in a completely NEUTRAL POSE!

3- Selma leans in to taunt Ned. He holds his head in his hands.

SELMA (whispering): Is it because she looks like BRATNEY SPHERES?

NED: SWEET LORD IN HEAVEN! YES!

4 – Selma tosses the nude model a robe.

SELMA: ACHTUNG, my so-called “ARTISTS!”

SELMA 2: When deconstructing the NUDE…

5 – Selma dramatically pulls the straps of her Moo-Moo from her shoulders.

SELMA:  You must DIVORCE yourself from POP CULTURE CONTEXT!

6 – Floor level shot, past Selma’s disturbing, naked legs. The Moo-Moo is bundled at her feet. And in the background, our cast so far (Marge, Smithers, Barney) gasps in horror.

SELMA: (from above:) And THINK only…

SELMA 2: SEE only…

SELMA 3:  (Yelling):  MASS!!!

END OF PAGE 3

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PAGE 4

1- Same exterior shot as panel 1 on previous page. But now legions are running out the front door, still wearing paint smocks, paint hats, and wielding wet brushes. Who do we see here? How about… Chief Wiggums, Doctor Hibbard, and Apu…

GROUP SCREAM: AAAAAAAAAAAA!

2- Back inside. Ned and Selma. Ned is holding two thick paint brushes covering his eyes so he can’t see. Selma is putting her Moo-Moo back on.

SELMA: Yeah, this won’t work EITHER, Ned.

SELMA 2: We need a QUORUM to meet MODEL FFES.

NED:  [WHINE]

3 – Cut to: another part of the room. WILLIE, the Scottish groundskeeper at Springfield Elementary, is… ripping off his shirt! He’s really buff — super-hero buff! And he’s coming right at us!

WILLIE: HOW about THIS, Flanders…

WILLIE 2:  …ye wee bit o’ POOFY-BOY?

SELMA (from off):  WILLIE!?

4- Willie has pulled his pants off one muscuar leg, and has the other muscular leg in the air, pulling the pants from it. Flanders and Selma look on, amazed.

WILLIE: AYE!

SELMA: !?

NED:  EEK!

5 – Willie, lying on his side now on the model platform.  We’re looking past Selma now, and only her arm and lit cigarette hide his nether-regions.

WILLIE:  If it’s a BODY divorced of CONTEXT ye be needin’, PANSY-painters…

WILLIE 2: Grab y’r tubes of YELLOW OOOOCHRA…and HAV’ AT!

6 – CLOSE-UP OF NED.  He is holding two paintbrushes in the sign of the cross, as if stopping a vampire.

NED: No! NO! I won’t rendereth WILLIE, EITHER!

END PAGE 4

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PAGE 5

1- Ned points to his own booty as Selma his fellow artists look on.

NED: I can’t gaze upon ANY “BOO-TAY” that’s not in its God-given GARMENTS!

MARGE: But NED…

2 – Two-shot. Marge and Barney in front of their easels.

MARGE: THEN you won’t PASS the CLASS!

BARNEY: Yeah! And you’ll be doomed to REPEAT it FOR-EVER!

BARNEY 2: Like ME!

3- Ned consults a huge, 3-inch thick catalog, which he evidentally carries with him. On the cover: SPRINGFIELD ADULT EDUCATION / SPRING “SEMESTER”

NED: B… But I NEED to pass!

NED: It’s REQUIRED for admittance to ART 199:

NED: “The Art Of The FAMILY CIRCUS!”

4 – Ned is on his knees, burying his face in folds of Selma’s Moo-Moo.

NED: PLEASE, Selma — Is there ANYTHING I can DO to PASS…

NED: …that DOESN’T involve PAINTING the PANTSLESS?

5 – Selma puffs out a smoke ring and Flanders stares hopefully through it.

SELMA: WEEEELL — I can think of ONE “academic OUT.”

SELMA: It’s not really FAIR…

SELMA: …but it doesn’t break any COMMANDMENTS!

6 – Close-up of Ned, fists clenched, delighted.

NED:  I’LL DO IT!

END PAGE 5

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PAGE 6

Full-page panel. Taking up most of this panel is the nude figure of … NED HIMSELF! He is standing on one foot. The other foot is cupped in one hand, and the leg is bent accordlingly. . The other hand is behind his neck. He is contorted… and content. He looks almost like a human ice swan. And he has a rose in his teeth!

NED (thinking 1): SAY…THIS isn’t so bad!

NED (thinking 2):I guess if I can’t MAKE art — I can BE art!

NED (thinking 3):I feel so…LIBERATED!  So LOOSE! So…FREE! But then…

NED (thinking 4):That could just be the BREEZE!

And, looking past Ned, in a small horizontal group shot at the bottom of the panel, simultaneously reacting to this pose, is…

SELMA (pleased, framing him with her hands): FREEZE, you gorgeous MAN-CHILD!

MARGE: GASP!

BARNEY: NICE!

WILLIE: ACH!

SMITHERS (thinking):  C’MAGNIFIQUE!

CAPTION:  THE “END”

END PAGE 6

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