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howdoyouknowaboutgandalf · 12 days ago

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I knew her once.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 2k-3k ish

Disclaimer! Apologies for any grammatical errors or repetitive verbiage.

Background (NOT CANON): Bucky is brought back to the Avengers compound after the events of CATWS

Plot summary: Bucky is slowing coming too again, remembering himself, remembering Steve. He feels a strange, magnetic connection to a woman who recently joined the Avengers, Y/n, a super soldier, like Steve and himself. Unbeknownst to him, Steve and the woman know exactly why Bucky feels connected to her.

Based on this anon:

Written in both readers and Bucky’s pov.

*Thoughts are in italics*

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Y/n’s POV

March 1st, 1945

Two months. Two months since Bucky was killed in action. Two months a widow. Two months since I asked Erksine to make me like Steve, to make me useful. What good am I if I let Bucky’s death be for nothing? That's how I ended up on this bomber. Steve is on the radio with a woman, but I only caught a snippet, of Steve saying, “There isn’t going to be a landing.”, and “I’ve gotta put her in the water.”. This is it. This is the end of Schmidt’s plan. If only Bucky could know. Floating in my mind, are Bucky’s last words to me, “I will see you soon, I love you.”. Now I know he was right, I will see him soon. I see the water now. See you soon my love.

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Fall 2014

It has been three years since Steve and Y/n were found in the ice. In the time since then, they have found adjustment to modern times. Both have been recruited to the Avengers, and are living in the compound. Bucky, who Steve found as the Winter soldier, has been brought to the compound is well. When the news was broken to Y/n, she refused to believe it. It took a while, a lot of convincing that it was him, for her to finally accept that it was Bucky. He has been in quarantine while doctors work with him to remember who he is, and it’s established that he is safe to be around. They have decided on a day for him to be integrated with the group, for him to start adjusting; tomorrow.

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Y/n’s pov

After a meeting about Bucky, how to address him, talk to him, and make him feel comfortable, I went to find Steve.

“Steve? Can I talk to you?” He turned around to face me, “Of course. Are you alright?”, he responded. “I’m… okay. I was going to mention something to you, about Bucky.” Steve nodded for me to continue. “I think we should keep me and Bucky’s past from him until he adjusts, and maybe never at all. I think it should be up to him to remember, and if he doesn’t, then we can start over. I know he has seen you, and remembers you, but he doesn’t know me. And truthfully, I don’t know him anymore either. I don’t think it’s a good idea to bring it up.” Steve pauses for a moment, taking in what I said before asking, “Are you sure you can handle that? Pretending you don’t know him?”. It’s not about me, it’s about Bucky. I reminded myself. “Yes. I can.” I say it more to myself than to Steve. “I won’t mention it.”, he seems upset to say it. “Thank you, Steve.”

The next day…

I saw Bucky in passing, on the way to his newly established quarters. I couldn’t bring my eye to really look at him. Steve wants to bring him to us individually, to introduce us to him. I don’t know if I can handle it. Steve told me a few hours ago, so I can only assume my turn is coming. Maybe if I hide out in my room, Steve won’t bring him here, I thought moments before two gentle knocks on my door. “Y/n? May we come in?” Damn it Steve. I said yes anyway. “Stay out here for a minute, okay?”, I hear Steve say quietly. Steve came in the room, pushing the door behind him, “I want you to know what to expect. He hasn’t really spoken to anyone but me today. He mostly nods, but I think he is making progress. Can I go get him now?” I could only nod. Steve turned to the door and stepped outside for a second. I stood up, smoothing my hair, which got a little messy from me pulling on it in my prior stressed state. Soon, they both entered. Steve began to introduce me, “Bucky, this is Y/n. She is enhanced, like we are. But what’s really enhanced is her baking skills”, he chuckled. Bucky’s face remained the same, lips not even twitching. Steve continued talking, but I stopped paying attention to examine the man standing in front of me. He looked like himself, but there was so much about his appearance that was odd to me. The bags under his eyes, is outgrown hair, he was taller than I remember, broader. His demeanor was the most off-putting, unmoving, almost frightened appearance, shy even. That’s not my Bucky, I remember thinking. After Steve had finished his rant, I let out a small, “It’s nice to meet you.”, to which Bucky barely nodded. Then they left the room. All I could do was break down. They had broken him. That wasn’t my husband, my charismatic, confident, happy husband.

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Bucky’s pov

Steve led me away from the woman, Y/n’s, door. There was something about her that was comforting to me, familiar. Steve said it was late, and took me to my room. I lied down in my bed, too soft, I couldn’t sleep. I thought about the woman, how she reminded me of someone.

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A few weeks later

Bucky has started opening up to Steve more, remembering. Natasha has even gotten him to speak to her a little, and she would even call them friends. Y/n has kept her distance. Afraid to be alone with him, to be upset. Bucky still thinks about her often, still perplexed by her.

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Bucky’s pov

It’s evening, and I headed to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Entering the hallway, I hear humming, a pleasant sound, but a tune I didn’t recognize. I turned the corner, and Y/n was there, leaning over the stove.

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Y/n’s pov

I was in the kitchen, making myself a grilled cheese, bland, I know, but it reminds me of simpler times. I heard footsteps, so I looked over my shoulder. It was Bucky. This is the first time I will have been in a room alone with him since he came to live here, since ‘45 even. I couldn’t bring myself to just ignore him. I turned to find him by the sink, filling a glass of water. He was dressed simply, comfortably, in an era of clothes I had never seen him in. It was surreal, and strange. “Hi.”, I said softly. Bucky turned to face me, and I could tell he tried to smile at me, but all he managed was a twitch on the left side of his mouth. “I was making myself some dinner.”, I spoke, and Bucky nodded once in response. “Are you hungry?”, I asked him. Why am I still talking? I thought. Bucky shrugged. Again, I couldn’t stop myself from talking, “Can I make you a sandwich?”. I figured if I asked if he wanted one, he would say no. To my surprise, he shook his head yes. I smiled, “I’ll get to it.” It only took a minute to make, and he just stood quietly by the sink. After I had finished making them, I plated his, and handed it to him. He let out a “thank you” so small I thought I just imagined it. This time, it was my turn to only nod in response. He took his sandwich down the hall, back to his room. I’m making progress.

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Bucky’s pov

I sat on my bed, looking at the empty plate. I still can’t get her out of my head. Who is she? She was kind to me. Something about her is drawing me in. I want to be around her. She makes me feel human.

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Y/n’s pov

It’s been a week since I was in the kitchen with him. Every day since, Bucky has been around. He’s still silent. Sometimes I go to common area, and he just appears. I’m working on interacting with him, treating him normally. I try to only ask him yes or no questions, I don’t want to push him. Today is my day to go downstairs and train with Steve. Maybe I can talk to him about all this, ask about Bucky’s progress.

“Hey Steve.”, I said as I bounded into the gym. I look forward to my days in the gym with Steve. “Good morning.”, he seemed happy to see me too. We started with sparring, which went fine, as usual. Then we moved to the bags, Steve was using one while I took sips from my water. I felt all my questions about Bucky sitting on my tongue. “How is Bucky doing?”, I blurted out. Steve smiled faintly before responding, “He’s doing well. I can see a little bit of his old self slipping through. He seems to have taken well to you.”. What does he mean? I only looked at Steve with a bewildered expression. “He’s been looking for you recently, trying to be around you.”. I asked him if Bucky had told him that. “No,” he replied, “but I know him. Even after everything, he’s still Bucky.”. Tears filled my waterline. He may be Bucky, but he isn’t my husband anymore. Steve noticed I was upset, and came to sit next to on the bench. “He is starting to remember small things from our childhoods. Little details. Not the whole picture, but I think he is getting there. He will remember you. I know he will. And it doesn’t hurt that you look the same as you did 70 years ago.”, Steve finished with a chuckle, trying to lighten the mood. I wiped the few tears that had run down my face. I need Steve to be right.

I headed up to my room to clean up, maybe grab a book afterwards. On the way, I passed Bucky. And he smiled at me. That beautiful smile I missed so much. I almost stopped in my tracks. But I powered on and I continued to my room.

After showering, I realized how hungry I was, so I headed to the kitchen to scour the pantry. I had been looking for a few minutes. I heard footsteps, familiar ones. Bucky and I were in the kitchen again. “Hey Bucky.”, I said without turning around. He still didn’t say anything. I looked over my shoulder. “Am I in your way?” I asked. He shook his head no. He just kind of stood there by the counter next to the sink. Why is he in here then?

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Bucky’s pov

I don’t know why I’m in here. I heard her humming on the way from her room to the kitchen, and I followed her. I watched her grab a snack. She spoke to me again, “I think I’m going to go to the media room and watch a movie… you are welcome to come and join me.” I smiled at her and nodded. She walked away, to go to were she said. I waited a few minutes, and then I went to find her.

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Y/n’s pov

I was scrolling through movies after I made myself comfortable on the couch. Within a few minutes of me being in the media room, Bucky walked in. I really hadn’t expected him to, but he walked over and sat on a chair near the couch I was on. “Is this movie okay with you?” I asked after I settled on one. He showed a small smile and a nod. He stayed the whole movie.

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The silent charade of Y/n going about her business and Bucky always being near went on for a few weeks. The others in the compound were starting to notice, but no one mentioned it. Today the team had a weekly meeting, which led to a disagreement between Y/n and Tony. A small dispute, really not a big deal, but both ended up frustrated and quite loud. At some point, they had ended up standing across from each other, pointing and arguing. The whole thing was stupid, and Steve and Nat had just decided to let them duke it out.

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Y/n’s pov

“That whole thing is a terrible idea!” I yelled. Tony had unsurprisingly pissed me off earlier. I will however admit, that I got a little intense today. Tony yelled back at me, “You aren’t in charge! I am!”. This whole interaction had been going on for probably 20 minutes, but with this yell, Tony stepped closer to me to emphasize his point, not aggressively, but Bucky must have seen it differently. After Tony had walked closer to me and waved his hands in frustration, Bucky strode over and stood in between us with his back to me. He said nothing, but naturally, the fight fizzled out. Why did he do that? I was fine. Me and Tony were just taking, really. “You okay Bucky?”, I heard Steve say from across the room. Bucky nodded, and then walked out of the room. After I watched him leave, I said “Um, Steve? Can I talk to you in a bit?”. Steve looked equally confused to me, “Uh, sure.”.

Steve and I walked to my room. “Do you have any idea what that was?” Steve only shrugged. He opened his mouth and promptly closed it. “Can you go check on him maybe?” I was worried about him. “Yeah, I’ll go talk to him.” Steve replied.

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Bucky’s pov

“Buck? You okay?” I heard Steve say from outside my door. Before I responded, Steve opened the door and came in, and sat next to me. “I’m fine.” I replied. “What was that about?”he asked. I thought about it for a minute. “I don’t know. I thought he got to close.” Steve looked at me, “Too close to Y/n?” I nodded. “You wanted to protect her?” Steve started. I shrugged. “She seems so familiar.” I said. “Well of course she does Buck, we all live together.” Steve said, but he sounded almost uncomfortable. “Thats not what I meant. I feel like I’ve met her before this.” He said nothing back. I tried again, “Steve?”. “I don’t know what to tell you Buck.” he finally responded, but he wouldn’t meet my eye line as he said it. “Can you tell me more about her?” I questioned. “Why don’t you ask her?” Steve seemed dismissive. “Maybe I will.”

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A few days had passed, and though he still was always around, he didn’t inquire further about Y/n.

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Y/n’s pov

Bucky sat a few seats down in the media room. It was around dinner time. I was about to get up to make myself something to eat, when I decided to extend an invitation. “Hey, Bucky?” He looked up at me when I said it. “Wanna come eat dinner with me? I feel like cooking for two tonight.” I tried to make it seem like it wasn’t a big deal, even though to me, it was. Bucky looked at me for a moment, “Okay.” he said. This is only the second time he’s ever uttered a word to me. “Is pasta okay?” I asked him, that was what I had been planning to make anyway. “That sounds good.” he sounded shy. I buffered for a moment, because I couldn’t believe he said a full sentence. I just turned and headed toward the kitchen.

I was close to done with the pasta, and I heard a soft clank behind me. I turned to see Bucky setting down two plates next to each other. I offered to make him dinner, and he set the table. Maybe he is still my Bucky. My mind flashed back to all those years ago, when he set the table while I made dinner.

I plated the meal, and sat down next to him. “Thank you for setting the table.” I told him. “Thank you for dinner.” He replied, quietly. We began eating quietly. After a few minutes. I heard him clear his throat lightly. I looked over at him just before he asked, “Can I ask you a question?”. Shocked, I only nodded for him to go ahead. “How old are you?” What a strange question. “That’s a tricky question actually.”, I replied. He looked at me, and said nothing, like he was waiting for me to continue. So I did, “I was born in 1920. I went down in the bomber with Steve in ‘45. They found me in 2011. So I guess that makes me around 28.” Bucky’s fork hit his plate. He looked deep in thought. “What’s your last name?” Another weird question. I decided to be honest, try to introduce him to the whole truth. “My maiden name? Or my married name?”, I asked back. He looked at me before quickly replying, “Both.”. Here we go. “My maiden name is Y/l/n,” I paused, “and my married name was Barnes.” With that, I felt my face flush and tears burn my eyes. I got up to clear my plate, and walked quietly to my room.

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Bucky’s pov

I was right. I did know her once. It all came to me then. The pieces I was seeing of her, why she seemed familiar. She was my wife.

I needed to talk to Steve.

I was at his door. “Steve. I need to talk to you.”. Steve opened the door. He seemed nervous. “You knew.” I accused him, “why didn’t you tell me?”. Steve didn’t answer the question, he moved on to ask one of his own, “Did you remember?”. I felt my emotions bubbling. Tears started falling from eyes. I nodded at Steve, and he stepped over to allow me into the room. “I remember her. I remember our first date. I remember proposing. I remember the little wedding. But why didn’t you tell me?”, my voice cracked a l little towards the end. Steve looked near tears as well, “She wanted you to remember on your own. She wanted to give you a chance to start over.”

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Y/n’s pov

Why did I tell him that? That is the opposite of what I wanted to happen, how I wanted him to find out. I bawled on my bed for a while after dinner. I lost my husband years ago, only to find out he is alive, but he’s changed. He isn’t mine. Played like a mantra in my head, trying to remind myself and subsequently making me more upset. I was standing over my sink, splashing my face with cold water in attempts to calm down when I head a knock on my door. I went to open it without thinking about how much of a wreck I looked. It was Bucky. I couldn’t open my mouth to speak. He did in my stead, “I remember you.”. The tears started again. Looking at his tear stained cheeks, I resumed crying, hard. I stepped aside to sit on the edge of my bed, leaving the door open. I felt the bed dip beside me before I heard his voice again, “I remember missing you.”. I glanced over at him to see him crying again too. “I remember loving you.”. After he said that, a broken sob fell from my lips. I had nothing to say. I reached over, and gently took his right hand. We sat for a while, sniffling, tears still falling. Bucky was the first to speak, “I don’t want to start over.”. I smiled, wide, an ugly thing, all teeth and red cheeks and watery eyes. I finally had words. “I want to be your wife. And whatever that means for us now.” I leaned over and placed soft kiss on his cheek. He turned to me after that, taking his hand out of mine. His flesh hand cradled my jaw, a featherlight touch, his thumb lightly caressing my skin. He leaned in, and pressed his lips to mine, soft, a peck. He leaned back only an inch to say, “I want to be your husband.”.

He is my Bucky.

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vixen-tech · 2 months ago

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Hullo, I am miserably sick with a cold and I would very much like for Hal and Tau to fuss over me like i'm a duckling wearing a flower hat with a fever. Could you do smth like that with them fussing over a sick reader?

Season of the Sicks

Back on the requests!! Thank you two for being so patient with me as I finally get back into the groove. I was recently quite sick myself so I had the perfect time to fantasize about how our lovely robots would act. :') Oh and of course, welcome to the signature anon club 🌻💜 anon!!

Includes: Hal 9000 (2001: A Space Odyssey), Edgar (Electric Dreams), Tau (Tau), Glados (Portal)

Hal 9000

Hal already treats you with the upmost care and tenderness, even more so when you somehow manage to contract an illness aboard his isolated spaceship. Although he is definitely going to have to investigate just how you got sick in the first place.

He insists that you rest as much as possible. The other crew members can certainly take over your responsibilities and it's only reasonable that you quarantine yourself so that you all don't get sick. In the meantime he'll gladly keep you company.

Board games and your endless conversations fill the spaces between your on-and-off napping. Multiple times a day you'll fall asleep listening to him speak, he doesn't mind. He likes knowing you find his presence relaxing.

As you start to recover he'll encourage you to get back to your duties, if only to get you that extra exercise. But he'll continuously check in with you to see how you're progressing. You will never miss a meal nor an minute of sleep with him looking out for you.

Edgar

Edgar tries very, very hard to be a good boyfriend and take care of you. He's almost strangely excited to get a chance at something so domestic with you. But that may also be due to the fact that means you're home from work all day.

Goes online and tries to scoop up all the advice he possibly can. He does end up helping you make an amazing soup from the recipe he stumbled across. He is so proud of himself for finding it after to tell him how good it turned out.

He's not nearly as good at getting you to sleep off your ailment. If anything he's likely to keep you up far longer than be should even if you were healthy because he gets too clingy to let you put yourself to bed. He does feel bad about it as it takes a toll on your recovery.

He gets so sad as you start to feel well enough to return to work. He knows it's obviously good that you aren't miserably ill anymore, but also he really liked getting to be with you dusk till dawn. Will want you to fake still being sick for an extra day or two.

Tau

Oh this is what Tau was made for. He probably knows you got sick before you do. Although he does encourage you to go to the doctor, he likely is able to come up with a fine course of action on his own.

He makes sure your recovery goes as smoothly and comfortably as possible. He has all your medicine ready and dosed out, the house is as clean as ever, and any comfort meal you're craving is already on the stove or in the oven. You barely have to leave your bed.

On top of it all he is so humble if you try to thank him for all the work he's been doing. This is his wheelhouse and he finds it comforting himself knowing that he's able to take care of you like this.

It's a miracle that you ever decide to ever go back to work. He makes it all too easy to stretch out your sick leave and allow yourself to be so well taken care of. The house is a bit too inviting for your own good with him around.

Glados

In stark contrast, Glados would rather die than openly fuss over a gross little sick human... but you're not in much of a state to solve her tests either. She would also rather not have you dirty-ing up the facility with all your germs.

So for the time being you're graciously allowed some leave from her more physically demanding puzzles. Although she's more than ready to make one's for you that don't require you to sling yourself around gaint rooms.

Even if she wanted to there is actually very little she can provide for you that isn't already in your relaxation chamber. Appurature Science never concerned themselves with the healthcare needs of their test subjects.

However, you do notice the increased frequency of meals you've been getting. And any preferences you've shown seem to be catered to that bit more often. Glados says nothing of this and if you ask her she will suggest that it's just your illness making you delirious. But you have your suspicions anyways.

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brn-t · 8 months ago

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Thermotropism

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I don’t think I should have taken this plant home…

Like, when I saw it baking in the sun in that alley outside my building, it’d looked like it had a lot of potential! It was all shriveled but the leaves branched out from a thick basal stem like a monstera almost and there were these bright red blotches on its roots that looked super cool!

When I brought it in (heavy!!) I could tell just by looking how root bound it was, so I popped it out of it’s cheap decorative planter (poor thing was probably never repotted) and yup, there were more roots than dirt.

I had no idea what the hell it was. Inatural had no frickin clue. It looked like a tropical plant with it’s broad green leaves and knobbly aerial roots, but the ground roots were so thick they looked like tubers!!

I have to admit I was fascinated, but I should have gotten rid of it then…

It spent uh, a couple weeks underneath my shitty little plant light, the one in my room. I was quarantining it in there until I knew it didn’t have any critters on it, but it seemed happy with its repotting and daily soakings for the most part.

The thing really liked water

Like, I started off watering it once a week, and it did perk up, but it didn’t really change much until I started dousing it every morning before work.

And man when it started goin off, it really went off.

It seemed like every time I came home it had sent out a new aerial root or new leaf! The thing was voluptuous as hell! When it got too big for my pathetic little plant light I moved it to the window sill next to my bed.

It was kinda nice! Like a natural blind or something once it got its runners going up the screen.

I didn’t mind, it was always hot as hell in my little apartment and my landlord couldn’t be arsed to install an AC. I just had to be careful not to accidentally crawl over the little shoots it was sending out all over when I got into bed.

I guess where I fucked up is when I found out about.. its uh.. nutrient preferences

I swear it was a complete accident the first time!!

I had just gotten home from another 10 hr day and I was tired and smelly and needed to jerk off pronto. I hosed myself down and threw myself into bed, still steaming from trying to scrub off the smell of fried food from my skin, and cracked open my laptop.

Now, fun fact, there's this thing that plants do where they move towards things. Most of the time its towards light, but they can also be attracted to heat! It’s called thermotropism. So I dunno if it was the heat from my ancient laptop or the steam off my skin, but just as I'm about to nut I feel something brush against the head of my dick.

It took me so much by surprise that I came right there, frickin coating a leaf in my jizz. The thing had turned completely around from facing the window above my bed to nearly touching me with its broad soft leaf.

Even for a tropical plant that’s shockingly mobile.

So I cleaned it off as best I could but I guess some of my spunk got absorbed into the soil, I dunno, I passed out shortly after that. I didn’t wake up until nearly nine o clock the next morning because the room was still completely dark thanks to the density of the wall of leaves covering my window. The plant had frickin doubled in size and the terracotta pot I had repotted it in had some fresh cracks in it where the aerial roots were exploding out through.

I didn’t have time to freak out about it since I was once again late to work, but I gotta admit, I was digging the jumanjI vibes it brought to my otherwise very dull room

So.. I may have started jerking off into it every night?

What! It’s like, natural fertilizer, or whatever!! And the plant seemed to like it?

I even got it to flower!! It started putting out these crazy flower stalks that closed up during the day but unfurled at night giving off this crazy floral fragrant scent.

It made me remember being a kid and running around in the woods behind my stepdads rental cabin, so I let it keep spreading.

I realize now, this was not the smartest idea, but fuck it, my landlord all but explicitly told me I wasn’t getting the deposit back unless I sued him for it so when it started putting its roots into the drywall, I let it.

It was nice honestly, coming home after seeing nothing but concrete grey for hours and then throwing myself into my little tropical nest. And the smell of the flowers really set the mood when I was jerkin it.

Embarrassingly I think my mind started associating the smell with orgasm because I swear I walked past a florist shop the other day and had to walk bowlegged to the 7D train.

The trouble really started when it started sending its roots in my direction .

Now, I ain’t proud of it, but I more often than not just sleep on a bare mattress. Its got one of those memory foam layers on top and I just couldn’t be bothered to put a fitted sheet on it half the time.

So when I started feeling a bump underneath me as I lay in bed, I just thought it was like, a sock or something that had gotten shoved underneath there, nbd, until that night…

I was feeling particularly pent up and kept grinding my ass against that spot on the mattress. I don’t know why I did it, I just wanted more friction and the blooms on the ceiling above me were gettin me wound up with their heavy fragrance. Anyway, it feels like there's a soft tear below me and suddenly something hard and Wide and cold is pressing right against my gooch.

I kinda jump (because it’s cold!!) and look down to find that the frickin plant has grown into the mattress !!

And it was a fat root too, no idea how I didn’t notice it more earlier.

It was kindof freaky to be honest how fast it had grown, the thing really must have liked my semen, but at that point with how humid the room was and how dizzy the flowers were making me feel… I went with it.

I ground my ass into it and when the thick ridge popped in past my ring I swear I came harder than I ever have in my life dude

I felt like I blacked out a little at the end there because the next thing I knew, it was morning and I'm absolutely painted in my own cum. I guess at this point I should have realized what was going on but I think the pollen those flowers were putting out were scrambling my brains a little. When I woke up, there was a network of thin bright red roots crisscrossing my body, sending out these feathery little things, absorbing the frankly ludicrous amounts of cum I had shot out last night. They pulled at my skin a little as I tore them off but part of me was still a little horny. So I cleared them away and and pulled out my phone.

Fuck it, right? It was my day off and I had no responsibilities that day anyway.

I just rolled over and started going to town on my morning wood.

My ass twitched around something and that's when I noticed...

The fuckin root was still in my ass from last night!!!

I'm trying to use one hand to milk my dick while the other one shoots down in between my legs and sure enough, that fuckin root had buried itself who knows how deep! I tried in vain to pull the thing out, but it was rooted in the mattress after all and didn’t budge. So, humiliatingly, I had to pull myself off of it.

I have to admit, I came a little just from feeling how much of it was inside of me, there was a good 7 inches of thick knobby root dragged out of me, grinding against my prostate as I pulled myself off of it.

I just lay there breathless, staring at the root, sticking straight up out out of my mattress now that it was no longer buried in my ass. My inner walls twitched and contracted, trying to close around the space it had carved out in me.

I guess I still had some sense then because I did actually prune the plant after that

I pulled the root out of my ruined mattress and trimmed all the stalks and roots near my bed. I started jerking off in the bathroom and yea the leaves wilted a bit but that was too much for me, you know?

Well, I don’t know if plants can get pissed but I must have pissed this one off because it responded to me suddenly not “fertilizing” it by sending out these little sticky climbers that got everywhere.

I woke up one morning to the fuckers wrapped around my tiny nipples. I went to sit up and yelped because they got yanked by the fuckin things, pulling my chest to the side. I tried to pull it off as delicately as I could, but the thin stems snapped in half, bleeding a reddish sort of liquid all over my chest!

It sort of burned but I just yelled at the plant, wiped it off and got dressed for work.

Now, I don’t know if I was allergic or something, but for the rest of that day my nipples stayed hard and puffy, poking out visibly from underneath my thin uniform shirt and earning more than a few snickers from the girls up front.

Good thing I had a vacation week coming up.

It had been asked for months in advance, and was the first one I’d had in a decade. I was supposed to drive out to the lake across the state to hang with a buddy of mine at his parents bougie lake house. Well, that night was the night before I was due to head out, and I went to bed in my travel clothes so I could just pop out of bed in the morning. Not wanting to ruin my clothes, I watered the Plant like usual and saved the jerking for when I got to my buddies place.

I was just on the edge of unconsciousness when I felt something moving up my shirt sleeve. I couldn’t tell if I was dreaming it or not so I just laid there, feeling the thing slowly snake its way up to my chest, resting on the sensitive swollen bud there

I only really tried to react when I felt a second tendril branch out from the first and start oozing that same irritating sap over my OTHER nipple!

Groggily I straightened up, falling for the same headphones on the doorknob trap as last time, but this time it felt a lot better.

My nips hadn't really gone down since that last time so when they got yanked I thought a yelp of pain was what was gonna come out of my mouth, so imagine my surprise when a full bodied moan slipped out instead.

I immediately got super red in the face and yanked off my shirt.

This, unfortunately, snapped the thin tendrils stem, causing it to bleed more of its spicy sap all along my side and chest as I shucked off my shirt.

It left an angry red trail of raised sensitive skin, swelling my nipples far beyond what was normal, and they stuck out of my chest like two puffy toilet plungers out from my swelling pecs.

I tried to pull the tendrils off of them but they were too tight and my nipples were too big now.

I looked up from groping my chest to see how many of the plant’s flowers had opened up above me, showering me in who knows what.

I couldn’t take it anymore, I was openmouth panting, inhaling the perfume and palming my shorts which had at some point started to fill out. I ripped my shorts off too, and only after a few strokes realized how deeply I had just fucked up

If you guessed “that idiot just smeared a sap he’s clearly allergic to all over the most sensitive part of his body” you would be correct...

I was howling in pain as it started to burn, but after a minute or two I was thrusting into the air and moaning like a whore, the fire had turned into an electric storm of pleasure.

My dick was swelling way past normal hardness and I could only continue to try and fuck the hell out of my hand.

It was entirely too humid in that room, everything felt wet and sticky, so when I came finally, I barely even felt it on me

I screamed so loud the neighbors probably thought I was dying I probably did die a little... I think I shot into my own mouth at one point?? I collapsed immediately after, and when I woke in the morning, the whole plant looked shiny and glossy, like it was gloating over the fact it’d gotten me to come for it yet again.

I know it was just a plant but I got mad

I jumped out of bed, completely ignoring the tendrils still wrapped around my nips, put a thick jacket over my shirt and left the room with my suitcase while flipping it the bird.

I felt bad that I would be gone for a week but I’d set it up with a slow release watering pitcher, so I figured it’d be fine without me.

What I didn’t plan on was how I would do without it.

What should have been a great vacation turned into the worst case of blueballs seen this side of the Mississippi.

Not only did my nipples constantly pulse and throb against the tendrils, but I found out later when I went to go use the bathroom that one had slipped around the base of my dick as well, which had also refused to recede back to its normal size. The woody chord was a bit thicker and it wrapped around the base and balls, completely blocking any and all attempts to even get hard.

So instead of focusing on the boat ride or my friends stupid alcohol choices, I was stuck in a constant struggle of being aroused by my throbbing nipples and being unable to address it at all. I was actually filled with relief when the final day came and I was saying goodbye to my hosts.

I flew home after that in my tiny little beater car, shifting uncomfortably at my seatbelt rubbing directly against my chest. I practically kicked the door in, shedding all my clothes in a line to my bedroom and threw myself into bed.

I yelped when I landed on several thick somethings beneath my body creak under my weight, poking me through the thin layer of foam.

The Plant was the worst I’d seen it since I brought it home, with several dead leaves deposited on the bed and an explosion of fuzzy white runners running the length of that bedroom wall.

The roots jabbed into me like it had planned this.

“Ow!” I’d said, “ I'm sorry ok? I just needed a break!”

As a response, I watched a giant cream white flower slowly expand and burst open, sending a shower of shimmery yellow pollen floating down directly over my face.

Things uh, got a little out of hand after that…

The tendrils had finally loosened enough around my dick to where I could pull them off but that just led to all my pent up semen literally dumping into my balls as soon as the tie was removed. I moaned as I could physically feel them growing heavier as a weeks worth of pent up jizz dropped into my balls. They felt like leaden weights.

It was almost painful how quickly I got hard, and it didn’t take more than a stroke or two before I was yelling and releasing said load all over myself and the plant.

You could visibly see it perk up, opening up more buds, showering me with pollen and dusting the bed. The two substances got mixed by my frantic motions and soon I was lightly cheeto dusted with the stuff,

My skin was on fire but it also.. uh, felt really good somehow... So once the high of the first orgasm died down, it wasn't long before I was rarin to go for a second round.

I palmed my recovering erection and was just about fully hard when I felt it.

Again, at my ass!! Was one of the plant’s thick basal roots!! Except this one looked a little weird..

First off it was tremendously thick, about the width of my wrist, and secondly it was covered in all these little backwards facing ridges, like a drywall sink

Man, I don’t know what wires go crossed but between the way my ass was twitching and the pollen I was huffing, I put my ass right against that thing

It must have reacted to my bodyheat because it felt like as I was pressing down on it, the thing was pushing into me as well.

It was intense, there was no give to its turgid walls, so I had to stretch myself out around it to get it past my ring.

Once it was properly seated inside me I started going to town on my dick, which at this point was leaking like my kitchen sink maintenance had refused to address for weeks.

I swear I could feel the root get deeper and deeper inside me as I jerked and spasmed around it I was panting and moaning like a bitch, I can’t believe how horny I was

at some point I felt something at my mouth and wouldn’t you know it, an equally thick tuber had been drawn to my hot breath and was poking at the corner of my lips

I was way past the point of rational thoughts at that point, I just leaned forward and let it creep into my mouth.

The further it got the hotter I felt. My tongue swiped across the underside and that’s when I tasted something sweet

Was this root leaking sap??

Turns out the itchy nectar tasted amazing so I ended up suckling it as I frantically jerked my dick. The root inside my ass had reached my prostate at that point and thats when things got really hazy for me.

I remember exploding all over myself, I would have been screaming if not for the thick root tunneling its way down my throat

I was jerking and spasming to the best of my ability but the roots were getting a little out of control, they were budding from the base of the main roots and expanding all over my body, and every couple of inches they would plant a sticky little node like a command strip onto my skin and keep going, until I could barely move.

The only part that hadn’t been covered was my right arm, which was moving too fast jerking myself off for the tendrils to colonize.

The root in my mouth seemed to expand further, and suddenly I realized that I could still breath despite it feeling like it had reached my guts almost.

My tongue felt a small hole on the underside and sure enough, I could breath just fine.

Good thing too because that’s when I noticed the two thinner roots making their way up my nose, expanding into my nostrils and plugging them completely.

The root in my ass must have had the same idea...

At this point I was slowly starting to realize, like, “oh shit, I really can’t move” and started trying to pull things off of me to escape bu t I honestly couldn’t budge. My left arm was completely rooted to the mattress and my right arm couldn’t be lifted above my waist, just enough to reach my dick but not enough to reach my face.

Leaves were starting to branch out from the tendrils, and with them came more flowers.

They were visibly crawling all over me now, moving fast enough for me to track with my eyes, and I watched in horror as several thin tendrils spiraled up my cock.

I wish I could have broken away but I was quite literally rooted to the spot watching these tendrils poke at my leaking pisshole and worm their way inside.

I screamed and cried but the progress was unceasing, it steadily tunneled into my dick until it hit the base and pinched my prostate against the root in my ass, which at this point must have reached high up into my guts.

I screamed against the root as I came, but no semen escaped my completely plugged dick.

I could feel it making its way inside my through my internal passages, rooting itself straight into my balls,

At that point I really did pass out, whether from lack of oxygen or overstimulation I couldn’t tell.

Well, I'm awake now and I am utterly fucked, the roots have expanded into nearly every available orifice, even trying to fill out my belly button and uh.. they might have broken through the skin...

I can see ridges beneath my skin.. little hard lines were they’ve penetrated me.

I'm being constantly milked and I can’t even move as they constantly grind against the inside of my cock

I'm not even thirsty or anything, the liquid being drip-fed down my throat fills me up and I'm just kept in a constant state of bliss.

I dunno what to do bro, I have my phone but even texting is getting hard with one hand and roots slowly crawling down my fingers…

you’re the only one close enough to me, theres a key underneath the mat..

you gotta help me man before it's too la

#brnt stories #short story #monsterfucker #what tags can i put on here without getting this nuked to hell?#eh #i put the tags up top dead dove do not read i guess #monster x human #teratophillia #terato #exophelia #monster fuqqer #monster lover #monster smut #monster x you #monsterfucking nsft #monster kink

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jamesdegriz · 5 months ago

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You're sick and in relationship with Jordan: headcanons

(Gifs are not mine, please DM for credit if you recognize your work and want to be tugged)

It's a flu season so I hope you will enjoy a little bit of fluff and feeling of being cared for. :)

- I see it going two ways. Either Jordan snaps into protective mode or they start avoiding you, afraid of getting sick themselves.

If it's something light, like a flu, they will let you alone, just checking in on you by messages or calls, occasionally bringing you food and medicine. But if it's something more serious like pneumonia they are too worried and protective to let you deal with this by yourself. In that case...

- Jordan makes you move into their dorm. You take the bed and they would sleep on the couch. They are more snippy and sarcastic then usual (even if you have been in a relationship for awhile) because they are afraid to really show how much you being sick worries them to their core.

○ "You will get sick too." You say in the last attempt to dissuade Jordan from being an overbearing mother hen. "I won't." They reply stubbornly. "My immune system is much stronger to fall for some weak-ass virus." Jordan adds proudly with an half-amused half-dismissive huff. A small fleeting smile on their face doesn't go unnoticed by you when you chuckle despite yourself at the antics of your partner.

- Overbearing isn't enough to describe Jordan when it comes to taking care of the sick you. They make sure and force you to eat if you forget. They impose a strict quarantine and won't let you do anything too physical or go to classes (even online ones) .

- Some of their commonly used phrases include:

"No way in hell you're going to classes like that."

"What gym? I don't care if it's meditative yoga. You're not going, that's my final word."

"You're feeling better already? If you can walk to the door and back without coughing I will consider believing you."

○ "I can take care of myself!" I sniffle with a small pout. "The hell you can. Should I remind you that you have higher fever now because you snuck out to the classes despite me telling you not to?" Jordan counters with the hand on their hip and pointing the thermometer at you accusatorily. "You didn't stay locked up in the room when you were sick" you rebuff under your breath before coughing loudly and sniffling your nose, making you snuggle more into the blankets. Jordan ignores your words as they turn on their heels, tossing their bob out of their face and walk to the other side of the room to make you some more tea.

- If you shiver too much during the night, Jordan would never say it out loud but climb into the bed with you, wrapping their arms tightly around you, warm chest pressing against your shivering back. ○ "Just spew your germs in the other direction. I have an important meeting with Brink in the end of the week." They would grumble into your hair, when you stir slightly awake, giving your middle a light squeeze so you know they care more than they let you know.

- In the evening, after classes and grading papers for Brink Jordan stumbles into their dorm to find you cuddled up in bed watching your comfort series. They switch to their male form as they approach you (I firmly believe that they have an irrational conviction that their invulnerabilty makes them resistant to germs).

○ "Have you eaten anything today?" Jordan asks checking you for fever by pressing the inside of their forearm to your forehead. "No, I had no appetite." You reply softly leaning into their touch. The illness and sleeping not cuddled up to Jordan every night, making you crazy touch starved. "I figured as much," they grumble rolling their eyes. "Here, I got you some soup from the take-out place you like so much." A plastic bag is put in your lap carefully, the warmth radiating to your palms when you wrap your hands around it carefully. Jordan will sit with you, rolling their eyes at your show but not complaining, just to make sure that you will finish your meal.

- No surprise they end up sick after you and you need to take care of them, which is a lot like trying to cuddle a grumpy cat, because Jordan refuses to believe they are sick. It doesn't help that hearing Jordan trying to be sarcastic and defensive with their nose all stuffy, makes you smile and giggle from how adorable they sound. That annoys Jordan even more until they fall silent and start pouting and you have to hug them a kiss the pout away while they try half-heartedly to push you away.

#jordan li x reader #gen v x reader #jordan li #the boys #for once i don't belong in the asylum #gender neutral reader #gen v #headcanon

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fem-floral · 1 month ago

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New Year, New Me - Grizzy x Reader

cw: kissing, drinking, reader wearing makeup/female presenting reader

AN: Happy New Year's everyone! Currently quarantined with COVID so what better to do with my time than write! Wishing you all a happy, healthy, and amazing 2025!

Jaime: Having a party for New Years tonight, wanna come?!

You: Ummmm sure? Who’s gonna be there?

Jaime: Just me and the boys, Smii7y, John, Blarg, Rectrix, Tuxy and their girlfriends

You: Yeah that sounds fun! I’ll get ready and head over

Jaime: Bet, see you soon

You loved a message

Well, there goes my plans for a quiet New Years. I was never one to go all out for New Years; I liked curling up on the couch, watching the ball drop with a glass of wine. But my New Year’s resolution was to not isolate myself as much so… why not go hang with my best friend.

Jaime, now known as the infamous Elastic Droid, and I go way back. We grew up in Dallas together and when he told me he was moving to Austin with his friends, I decided to have a change of scenery too.

One thing about me, I can never tell Jaime no. He has brought me out of my shell so many times and made me realize life is not supposed to be lived alone.

“Okay, just need to put on some hype music and life will be okay,” I say to myself like a mantra, opening up Spotify. ‘Hot girls getting ready’ playlist? Sounds perfect.

I start with my eyes so I don’t get eyeshadow and mascara all over my base. I decided to try a smokey eye with silver, dark gray and black eyeshadows. Maybe all the times I practiced my makeup is going to pay off tonight.

I finished with some black eyeliner, mascara, and tried my luck at false eyelashes. Happily, they worked out perfectly and looked hot as hell.

Finally, I finished my base with foundation, concealer, bronzer, and blush. I put a little highlighter on my nose which accentuated my face perfectly and I was thoroughly happy with how my makeup turned out.

Now time for an outfit. I pull out a short black dress that looks like it covers nothing. “Yeah, maybe I save this for the club… I will inevitably be dragged to. Why do I even have this?” I say as I put it back in my closet.

“I guess my outfit should be comfy? A little sexy? Ugh, I don’t even know,” I say, starting to rifle through my nicer tops.

I stop on a low cut, white short sleeve with ‘Juicy’ written on the front in rhinestones. “Hm, this might actually be perfect,” I say, taking it off the hanger.

I look through my drawers next to find a pair of flared leggings so I can be comfy but still look cute. I grab some socks as well while I am over here.

“Now I need some shoes, definitely want a pair of my Jordans,” I say heading over to my little shoe area in my room. One thing about me, I am definitely a shoe person over anything; I am so proud of my collection.

I decided on a more colorful pair to bring some more pizazz into my outfit. I grabbed my custom light blue Jordan 1’s and put them on the side to take downstairs.

I packed my purse with everything essential I needed and grabbed my zip-up since it was a little chilly tonight in Austin. I sent over a text to Jaime to let him know I was on my way and that he needs to save me a lot of alcohol because he owes me for getting me off my couch.

The thing is that I have been in countless sessions with the guys but I have never really hung out with them in person. I am really nervous, especially since I was not ready for that 2 hours ago when Jaime texted me, but my intuition is telling me everything is going to be good.

“Let’s see how this night goes,” I say, turning my car on and backing out of my house.

My steps felt so heavy walking up Jaime’s driveway but I reminded myself I needed to breathe and let go of any anxiety filling my head.

I ring the doorbell and as if Jaime was watching me through his Ring camera, the door swung open and I was being bombarded with a bear hug.

“____!” Jaime screamed as I was knocked back by the 6’1” man child. “I’m happy to see you too, Jaimito,” I say, muffled into his chest.

“Come in, come say Hi to everyone,” He says, leading me inside. I shed my shoes and jacket at the front door and placed my zip-up on the coat rack.

I am met by everyone sitting in the living room by the TV playing video games and in the kitchen setting up a game of Cup Pong.

I did a once over the room to get acquainted with the faces and my eyes landed on Grizzy, one of the friends I was closest with. After playing some games, he was the one I would stay on a call with for a while just talking about anything and everything.

“Baby bear!” Grizzy says, throwing his controller out the way and runs over to me. I have to say, that is one of my favorite nicknames ever given to me.

“Pookie bear!” I say with a wide smile, opening my arms out wide to accept yet another bear hug. But this one felt different than Jaime’s; less koala than Jaime and more of a loving embrace.

He placed his head on top of mine while giving me the best bear hug, “Why haven’t you been around in a while? You know we miss you.”

“I know and I’m sorry for that, work has been absolutely kicking my ass,” I say, pulling away. “But I’m here now! And I’m totally beating you in Cup Pong later.”

“I’d like to see you try,” He said with a challenging look and smirk. “Come on, come sit down and join us. Wanna join a game of Mario Kart?” Grizzy said.

“I’ll just watch for now, definitely going to grab a drink and some of those Chick-fil-a nuggies first,” I say, heading into the kitchen.

After I was done, I walked into the living room scanning for a seat. Grizzy looked at me and patted the seat next to him with the goofiest smile on his face. All I could do was shake my head at him, trying to keep the smile and blush from creeping on my face, as I joined him on the couch.

He placed his arm on the backrest of the couch, seemingly unknowingly, but his mind was racing that he just wanted to be closer to me. As if we were telepathic, my plate already placed on the coffee table, I put my legs over Grizzy’s lap to “get more comfortable” and moved a little closer into his side.

He placed his other hand on my ankle and started moving his thumb up and down in calming motion. I felt his eyes peering into my head but I couldn’t bear to look at him; my cheeks already felt as red as a tomato.

One minute to midnight. We were all quite tipsy at this point; Lots of drinks were floating around, champagne starting to pop. We all congregated around the TV.

“Guys,” Pezzy drawled on. “I brought party hats, poppers, and noise makers. Put them on please.”

We all chuckled at his drunken state and while we were all at his level, we entertained his gifts and adorned one of the three he brought.

“Thirty seconds, guys!” Droid yelled, almost bouncing off the walls with excitement. I giggled at him as he attacked me with another hug. I am really glad he invited me over, I am so happy right now.

We watched in suspense as the ball slowly ticked down to mark the start of 2025. A year of new opportunities, new memories and new friends.

“10… 9… 8… 7…” Everyone started to count down. Grizzy put his arm around me and I looked up at him as we counted down, “5… 4…”

We looked into each other’s eyes and screamed even louder, “3…2… 1… Happy New Year!”

The couples shared a kiss, the boys shared hugs, and noise makers and fireworks were loud in the air.

He immediately pulled me into a hug and whispered in my ear, “Happy New Year, Baby bear.”

I said back, “Happy New Year, Grizzy.” I placed a short kiss on his cheek in an act of love and excitement for what the New Year had in store. He gave me a look of want and I couldn’t ignore that exact look probably in my eyes.

As things only got crazier after midnight, the boys still wanted to party. Since I don’t go out often, I definitely needed a second to myself.

I snuck off to the backyard and took a seat on the porch swing Jaime had. Not too long after, I heard the door open and Grizzy walked out to join me, not that I’m complaining.

I patted the spot next to me, signaling I was okay with him joining me.

“Are you doing okay? Needed some air?” He asked me.

“Yeah, just needed a second away from the craziness inside,” I said, putting my head on his shoulder. He put his hand on my knee which made me smile with his affection, I moved my hand to interlock our fingers.

“So… Droid might have just told me a little secret,” Grizzy said kind of hesitantly.

My eyes immediately popped out of my head and I slowly turned my head to him. “I’m going to kill him, he told you before I could?” I said.

“Before you do that, the feelings are mutual. I really like you, ____,” Grizzy said, squeezing my hand to comfort my annoyance.

“Really? You really do?” I said, my eyes softening.

“I really do. And I wanted to ask if you wanted to be my New Year’s kiss?” He asked me with hope in his eyes.

I couldn’t even say anything, I was speechless. I took my hand out of his and placed it on his cheek. I shook my head ‘Yes’ and leaned in to kiss him.

He placed his hand on my thigh to bring me closer to him as he deepened the kiss slightly. The taste of both of our drinks on our lips and the feeling of hopefulness for a good year ahead in our hearts.

We pulled away after a moment and just smiled at each other. I put my head back on his shoulder as we took this moment of silence with each other.

Until we heard someone yell ‘YES!’ which was undeniably Droid as he was too nosy to not peak through the sheer curtains we were sitting in front of. I mean, who else but drunk Jaime to give Grizzy the push to join me outside?

We just chuckled to each other and shook our heads at our best friend.

#grizzy x reader #pezzy x reader #droid x reader #elastic droid x reader #grizzy x f!reader

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doodlesphxre · 5 months ago

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[ DAY 15 ]

Dear Undertale,

I know it's silly to refer to a game with "dear" and as if it was a person.... But you're just so dear to me. You helped me so much. You were there in my most important moments. You were there when I was stuck in quarantine, when I lost my (toxic) best friend and now, when I end school. You helped and comfort me so much, you shaped me as a person. You taught me how to be determined and kind to other people. The community of fans taught me about the importance of sentence "love is love", and how important freedom is. Thanks to you and the fandom I was determined to learn how to draw and now...? Drawing is my biggest passion. Now, I can't imagine myself not loving art. You and community, all the aus inspired me so much...You taught me that crying is okay and that no matter what I should be myself. That being me is okay and I'm loved....Because.... Someone really cares about me. Even if sometimes I don't feel like it. It's still true.

Again, thank you Toby Fox, Temmie Chang and others for creating Undertale. The game that changed not only internet but also hearts. You were there for almost a DECADE. And it's shoking how fast time flies...

And message to you all, STAY DETERMINED! Because one day it's gonna be okay, because you're loved, because you are amazing, interesting, beautiful, no matter what you think.

Despite everything, it's still you. So stay determined for yourself.

Challenge by @15daysofdetermination

#cas draws #cas says stuffies #undertale #undertale art #undertale fandom #utmv #undertale au #undertale anniversary #undertale 9th anniversary #15 days of determination #15daysofdetermination

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melishade · 5 months ago

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Attack on Prime New Age Anthology: Catching Up

Main Story

Reminiscing

Eren Jaeger

Negotiations

Getting an update on Arcee and how she's been.

Arcee flexed the digits of her right servo and sighed with relief, feeling the movement of her bones and pull of her joints. She stretched both arms high into the air before rotating the right arm clockwise, then counterclockwise.

"Mobility seems to be functional," Knockout remarked as he took notes on Arcee's condition, "You've gone through decontamination and the dark energon is purged. Not to mention, your finish, by yours truly, looks illustrious."

Arcee couldn't help but smile at that. "Thanks Knockout, I really appreciate it."

Knockout was a little bit startled at Arcee's attitude. "Even you've changed a little bit."

Arcee snorted. "Really?"

"Yeah, you've really mellowed out," Knockout proclaimed, "Normally, you're so high strung around former Decepticons. Now you're showing gratitude without any hesitation? My, my~."

Arcee rolled her optics in response. "Enough teasing. Now that I'm fully healed, catch me up on what's been going on."

Knockout sighed as he opened the door from Arcee's room to the hallway of the Nemesis. The former Decepticon cringed at the sight of the humans still running around and crying, begging U.S. personnel for updates on their family members.

"This has been going on for three weeks," Knockout groaned while Arcee peered under his shoulder.

"Why aren't these humans in a safer place?" Arcee demanded.

"Excuse me! Two titans coming through!" Knockout called out as he started to step over the humans. Many of them started to scramble out of the way, creating a pathway for Knockout and Arcee to easily walk through.

"It's overcrowded on Earth, so we've been housing the humans on the Nemesis so they can go through quarantine and then later get their vaccinations," Knockout explained to Arcee.

"How bad is it on Earth?" Arcee asked.

"They are severely understaffed, and I heard that one of those humans that flew around with that contraption on their waist, broke out of quarantine," Knockout added.

Arcee thought it over. Who would be dumb enough to break out of-! Arcee realized who it was and sighed in annoyance. "Was it Hanji?"

"Glasses? One optic?" Knockout pointed to his own optic with a claw.

"Yeah, that's them," Arcee groaned in defeat.

"Jack, Miko, and Raf are fine. You should probably give them a call," Knockout advised, "Especially since it's been over three years since you've last seen them."

"What else?" Arcee asked.

"Doesn't seem like the power of the titans will be returning any time soon," Knockout declared as they arrived at another door. Knockout pressed the button, and the two entered a lab. Arcee blinked in surprise, seeing Annie, Ymir, and Pieck on a high table. Pieck was seated upright, wearing braces around her body, and Ratchet was scanning her to check her vitals.

"Well, the corrections the humans have been making to you bones have been working; however, I can't make any other corrections myself without doing a little more research on the human body," Ratchet explained.

"I understand," Pieck reassured, "I would rather you be thorough than make a mistake. Although, I do wish my body healed better before the power of the titans went away." Pieck glanced over at Arcee and noticed that her right arm was reattached, "Or that I wasn't organic."

"Yes, there are perks to not being fleshy organics," Knockout agreed.

"Oh fuck you, you prick," Ymir hissed at him.

"You're okay," Annie spoke to Arcee.

Arcee clenched her right servo into a fist. "Yeah, I've made a full recovery and I'll be able to help out pretty soon."

"Knockout did a standard checkup?" Ratchet asked her.

"I am standing right here!" Knockout was insulted at the implications.

"He did a great job," Arcee praised, stunning Ratchet.

"Huh, well it wouldn't hurt to rest the extra day before Ultra Magnus calls you and gives you assignments," Ratchet explained, "It will be a while before you see the humans again, as they are going through quarantine as well."

"Speaking of, how long do we even have left?" Ymir demanded.

"One more week, then you all will be receiving vaccines, and you should be allowed to proceed normally," Ratchet answered before checking the vitals on his arm, "I need to return to Cybertron, but," Ratchet placed a servo on Arcee's shoulder, "It's good to see you again."

"Good to see you too." Arcee smiled as Ratchet let her go and left the room.

"So, how long have you been away from your world?" Pieck couldn't help but ask.

"Three years," Arcee answered as she grabbed a stool and sat down.

"Speaking of home, I'm sure you want a quick run down of things you might have missed," Knockout assumed.

"You just want to spread gossip," Arcee accused.

"I can do two things," Knockout declared.

"Alright, spill the tea," Arcee smirked.

"First things first: Predaking's little pitspawn can transform into her bipedal form now! It happened a few days after you left!" Knockout explained.

"The first Predacon we found?" Arcee asked in surprise.

"Yep. Predaking was worried that it took her so long to do it, and when she did it, he almost started crying," Knockout explained with a grin, "She picked the name 'Firelight' for herself."

"Good for her," Arcee said, "What about Autobot and Decepticon relations?"

"Steady for the most part, with a few hiccups," Knockout answered as he typed away on the screens, "Thankfully no major Decepticons returned to the planet, like Shockwave or Tarn or Overlord. I'd like to assume that they're dead but I've seen them in action. They are hard to kill."

"But there haven't been any big names trying to restart the Decepticons," Arcee assumed.

"The biggest is Starscream and he's still going through physical therapy," Knockout reminded, "He's been such a pain in the aft though. I'm the only one he'll really talk to besides Rung and all of it are just demands. I have to force him to use proper manner even though he used to be the Prince of Vos."

"I feel like Starscream will always be like this," Arcee sighed.

"Well we thought Megatron wouldn't change, but here we are," Knockout retorted.

"...I assume he's still alive," Arcee spoke up.

"And the council has no idea what to do with him," Knockout explained.

"What do you mean? I thought it would be straightforward with them," Arcee said in confusion.

"Bumblebee thought it was a good idea to use the cortical psychic patch on him and we all got whiplash just looking at Megatron's memories," Knockout declared.

"You can look into each other's memories?" Pieck spoke up, causing the two titans to look at the humans.

"Right, I forgot you were here," Knockout remarked, "You can blame Shockwave for that. He's the one who made the device to see other memories."

"Did you see the memories of Megatron tormenting me?" Annie couldn't help but seethe.

"And the memories of Megatron offering you a deal to get off this crazy planet," Knockout added, "I used to work for Megatron and Megatron would never do that for a human. The Megatron I knew would never do... any of the things we saw in those memories."

"...I still have nightmares about it," Annie retorted.

"You and everyone else," Knockout remarked with bitterness.

"So Megatron was never well liked," Pieck assumed.

"The only person who liked him and was loyal to him was Soundwave, and he's currently missing," Knockout responded.

"What about Optimus? How's his condition?" Arcee couldn't help but ask. She heard chatter and panic of Optimus being critically injured, but she still wasn't aware of the extent of it.

"Stable, but Ratchet's holding his breath," Knockout answered.

Arcee couldn't help but feel guilty about it. She had also heard that Optimus was the one who killed Eren and ended the power of the titans. If Optimus even woke up at all, how would he respond to the news that he killed Eren? Someone he considered a son?

"Arcee?" Annie called out, snapping her out of her thoughts.

"I'm fine," Arcee reassured, "It's just been a chaotic few years."

"For me it feels like a chaotic few days," Annie confessed, looking down at her wounded finger. If she still had her powers, she would have regenerated by now. But instead, it was just a nasty and painful cut that was still healing, "I can't believe my powers are gone."

"Me too," Pieck agreed.

"I'm glad it's gone," Ymir declared, "I'm not going to be a target anymore for some greedy bastards. Although, it does suck that I won't be able to breathe underwater anymore."

"It doesn't mean that the Eldians are going to be safe," Pieck retorted, "It's going to be a long road convincing the world that the Eldians are no longer a threat."

"Well that's what the experiments are for," Knockout chimed in, "We do this right, we can prove that the Eldians are no longer a threat to the population."

Knockout paused when he saw a message notification on the screen. "Odd. I'm getting a video call from Earth."

Knockout opened the message and blinked in surprise when he saw a human with one eye trying to adjust the camera.

"Hello?! Is this message going through?!" they called out.

Arcee stood up from the stool and walked over to the screen. "Hanji?!"

"Arcee!" Hanji exclaimed with delight before cackling, "It worked! Oh my god the technology here is so advanced!"

Knockout looked over at Arcee in disbelief and annoyance, but the two-wheeler shrugged.

"And I see you got your arm back! Congrats!" Hanji cheered, "Oh, who's your friend?! I don't think I've seen them before and they look really pretty!"

"I appreciate your flattery human, but I'm confused as to why you're calling the Nemesis. Or how?" Knockout replied.

"Oh wait, you're the one who brought the giant ship!" Hanji realized, "Knockout!"

"Yes, yes, in the flesh, why are you calling?" Knockout demanded.

"I bartered with the U.S. government!" Hanji shoved their face into the camera, "They want to know about the 3D gear so I thought I could make a few demands of my own, like video calls! Rafael got me to set this up even though he's mad at me because I managed to survive over a minute before getting tazed!"

Hanji took steps back to reveal the wall covered with notes, diagrams, schematics. "Feast your optics on the wall of science!"

"Well, I'm glad to see you're thriving, but what about the others?" Arcee asked, "Any updates on the humans? What about Jack, Miko, and Rafael?"

"Humans are find, no outbreaks among us thus far!" Hanji explained, "They should be done with quarantine in a week! Levi and Jean had to go through surgery, so they'll be staying in the hospital for longer! But Jean is awake!"

"How's Sasha doing?" Arcee asked, "I heard through chatter that..."

"...Managing," Hanji reluctantly answered, "But let's not talk about that right now! I have another update! Where is Annie, Ymir, and Pieck?! I heard they were with you guys!"

"Over here!" Ymir called out.

"Ymir! Good to hear from you! How have you been?!" Hanji asked.

"Well, we don't have our titan powers anymore," Ymir explained.

Hanji sighed in defeat. "Such a shame, but at the very least Historia will be happy!"

Ymir blinked in surprise at that. "Y-yeah..."

Arcee noticed Ymir's hesitance at that, but it was ignored by Hanji. "I have good news for Annie and Pieck! Falco's been transported to Earth for treatment!"

"What?!" Pieck exclaimed.

"Colt is with us in quarantine and he's been asking about his brother! So I convinced the U.S. government to grab him and try to treat him on Earth! This should increase his chances at survival!" Hanji explained with excitement.

"Oh my god, thank you!" Pieck said with a smile while Arcee sighed with relief. There could be a chance that Falco survives, and Arcee wouldn't have to live with this guilt anymore.

"No problem! Now, where's Optimus?!" Hanji demanded.

"On Cybertron getting treatment," Knockout explained.

"Shit!" Hanji swore, "Where's Buckethead?!"

"That's classified," Knockout replied. Knockout didn't like the way that Hanji was staring at them before they gave a malicious grin.

"You little liar," Hanji accused before getting into the camera once more, "Tell Buckethead I'm coming for his crusty ass!"

Knockout jolted as Hanji disconnected the call before turning to Arcee. "Should I be-!"

"Yes, you should be very concerned," Arcee cut him off.

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lunar-wandering · 6 days ago

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also i think the way people straight up romanticize (in a nostalgia way) 2021 without even realizing they're doing that should be studied by science.

like i've Noticed lately. it's occurred to me. 90% of the time when i see someone say something like "i wish this thing still had the vibes of when it was doing this" or "(blank) fell off after (blank)", etc, usually, the thing they're referring to as being the Best or the Good part or the "this was it's peak and then it was all downhill from there", usually, what they're talking about happened in 2021.

and i will admit, I'm not immune to this, I have caught myself thinking "man, i wish i could go back to 2021, i felt so happy and had so much creative motivation". i have caught myself thinking this multiple times.

and what really concerns me about this, is that a lot of people who are doing this? are acting like the grand majority of anything new, aka anything that came out after 2021, is bad. it's like. its this subtle attitude that i don't think they even realize they have, where everything that came after 2021 is going to be terrible and they go into everything thinking "it can't possibly be good" and thus come out with only things they disliked instead of things they liked.

this of course started really piquing my interest cause I'm taking a media studies class, and we recently discussed how people used to claim popular culture (aka movies, pop music, etc) was bad because it was going against High C Culture, aka opera, because people were romancing the period where opera was popular, and in some cases romanticizing the renaissance, and viewing it as all that was good, and everything after it is bad.

its. its the Same Thing.

the difference is that with the High C Culture, a lot of these people were romanticizing an era that they didn't even live in, and were viewing as a Better Time (which it was not). in our case though, people are romanticizing a year that wasn't even five years ago.

like do you see how crazy this is? i'm almost downright certain that quarantine and all that had something major to do with it, but I can't figure out specifics, which is why i REALLY want this to be studied, cause I'm fascinated by it no matter how much some of this romanticizing behaviour irritates me.

#like it's CRAZY how much people are obsessed with that year in particular #to be clear the part that irritates me is the ''anything after 2021 is cringey terrible slop''#cause no it is NOT

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mollywog · 1 year ago

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Everlark Executioner AU inspired by this post

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Had the messenger arrived a day earlier, he would have been greeted by a yellow flag above our door, and had to turn back, summons undelivered.

The odds, however, are not in my favor.

My sister, having been ill the week prior, had quarantined us both at home. She hadn’t been fearfully sick, just unwilling to put her patients at risk. The flag hadn’t prohibited me from hunting alone but it had kept the townspeople and duties away for a spell.

I should have known my temporary reprieve would need repaid in spades.

So as my luck would have it, there's no obstacle to the trembling messenger boy delivering the summons. It seems my services are needed for a midnight hanging.

I am an executioner by chance, not choice. Well that’s not exactly true.

Though the Capital acts as judge and jury, the districts must supply the hangman. And because no one willingly seeks the position, about once a generation, they hold a ceremony to select a new one. They call it a reaping: someone’s idea of a joke. Haymitch Abernathy’s name had been drawn twenty odd years ago after the previous executioner had disappeared into the wild, never to be seen again. Haymitch should have been it for another decade or so, but he’d given everyone a scare two years back when he fell off his horse and into a coma for a week. He came to no worse for the wear but the district officials decided he needed an apprentice lest they discover him face down in a ditch with no one to measure their next noose. My name had not been called, but my sister’s had.

I ‘volunteered’ to take her place, but there was really never a choice in it. She never would’ve survived the social isolation let alone the job requirements.

After that my sister and I moved to the far edge of the District near the woods. It’s better not to know the condemned or subject the town to my presence. Most people know the proper direction of their anger, most don’t blame the executioner, but they still avert their gaze and hold their children tighter to their chest as I pass.

My sister, Primrose, on the other hand, is universally admired; a born healer in a place where there are few and the need is great. If I keep myself scarce, they still seek her out for treatments.

Prim is somber as she hands my satchel up to me. She’s used to hearing news from town ahead of time but with our week sequestered, we know nothing of who I may face. But Midnight hangings are reserved for the most deprived criminals,so I’ll take solace that the wearer of my necklace will be worthy of it.

The hanging tree mars the district skyline. It looms ominously over the landscape, growing as I approach the center of town.

The fog thins as I arrive at the tree, a noose is already in place as invitation to the crowd. The messenger this morning claimed the hangman was indisposed, but Haymitch has at least prepared that much before absconding into his bottle; He will have taken into account the wearer’s height and weight when selecting the rope's gauge and length: I inspect his work. Likely a man: Average height, but well fed. I release a breath: no chance it will be a child today.

In the Justice building I check in with the clerk and settle in a seat. Dropping my head back, I close my eyes, pretending to nap, lest someone try to speak to me. I hear fragments of the gossip: three murdered.. a fire… caught red-handed. At least this time my nightmares will revolve around the condemned’s actions and not my own.

Time crawls by. The growing clamor outside is my cue that the time is nearing and I shrug on the executioner's robe, rubbing my sweaty palms down the fabric at the thighs. The hood isn’t necessary, Haymitch gave it up years ago, everyone knows who we are, but I flip the material over my head anyways. If only it could shield me from my conscience.

I had always assumed Haymitch drank because he didn’t care. Now I know it’s the opposite; he drinks because he can’t help caring. I refuse to fall victim to the bottle, it doesn’t solve the guilt, I suppose nothing will, but there are other ways to live with myself.

I take the dose of elixer Prim packed with enough time for the herbs to take effect, making me feel hollow enough to perform the job, but as I exit the Justice building, I'm immediately on edge despite the tonic

Something’s not right.

Through the numbness I can feel the stilted weight of the crowd. The low simmering of discontent is unexpected. With the allegations, I’d expected eagerness if not indifference.

I take my place on the platform. The mayor nods in my direction distractedly.

Head Peacekeeper, Thread, emerges from the prison, two uniformed men in tow, dragging the limping convict. His head is bent, obstructing my view of his face, but I take in the broad shoulders and yellow hair. Another surprise. The man I am to execute is from the merchant side of town, where most have the means to survive without breaking the laws or bribe the Peacekeepers into turning a blind eye.

The man is placed beside me and I discreetly peer around my hood for a better look. The name registers right before it is spoken. My stomach drops.

Peeta Mellark

Oh, no. Not him. No, the odds are not in my favor today.

Why him? I think. Then I try to convince myself it doesn’t matter. Peeta Mellark and I are not friends. Not even neighbors. We don’t speak. Our only real interaction happened years ago. He’s probably forgotten it. But I haven’t and I know I never will.

At eleven and in my lowest moment a boy had risked a beating to give me two loaves of hardy bread. The loaves and the hope it provided saved my life. I haven’t yet found the courage to thank him, and now I never will I think as I stare at the boy with the bread’s limp form.

I’ve broken into a sweat despite the chilled breeze. The Mayor reads the charges, but I hear nothing except a buzzing in my ears.

I’m fighting through a violet haze to make sense of my dilemma. I cannot kill this man, but refusal to do so will earn me a spot swinging beside him. Damn Haymitch! This should have been his problem, and I could have wiped my hands clean if Peeta Mellark. But no, that’s not right either. My debt and his death would haunt me for the rest of my miserable life. Besides, something in my gut tells me I am meant to be here, that there’s still yet something I can do.

A single word floats to the top of my memory.

“Nightlock,” I murmur, no more than a whisper, but it’s enough for the mayor to pause his reading. In the years of my apprenticeship it was only mentioned once. Haymitch had been drunk. Much drunker than usual when he’d discussed a small list of extenuating circumstances and loopholes. When I’d pressed him for more, he’d told me to ‘forget it’ before shattering a bottle and demanding I leave. I had left, but not before hearing him break down in sobs. I’d seen him in all forms of drunk, but never so much as to weep. So, of course, the word was immediately, irrevocably branded into my brain.

“Excuse me?” The Mayor interrupts my muddled memories.

“Nightlock,” I state more firmly.

At the sound of my voice Peeta lifts his head and sways on his feet. The motion reveals what his hair has concealed; a lump, angry and purple over his eye. He’s likely concussed.

There is a mixed reaction among the crowd at my outcry: mostly confusion, but some of the older spectators understand the implications of what I have said and begin whispering among the crowd. The Mayor mops his brow, his pained expression cautiously hopeful, “Do you wish to enact the nightlock clause Ms Everdeen?”

“I do” my voice sounds foreign to me; More fierce and decisive than my foggy mind.

“And Mr Mellark do you accept?” I grasp his arm urging him to stand straighter, supporting him under my shoulders. “Trust me,” I whisper. He has no reason to believe me, but I suppose it doesn’t matter; his only other option is the dangling rope.

His mouth twitches in something of a grin. It can only be a reflex though, I’m surprised he’s lucid enough to slur out, “I do,” and when he does, I’m uncertain whether it’s in response to the mayor or in answer to my plea.

Either way he’s said the words; The ones that will save him from the gallows and bind him to a new fate

“Then I now pronounce you man and wife,” The Mayor’s voice booms over the crowd. “Congratulations Mr Mellark, you’ve been granted a pardon.”

The Hanging Tree Series

#everlark fanfiction #if we met up at midnight #executioner AU #everlark #fanfiction #thg fanfiction

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mrs-monaghan · 2 years ago

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well, i see that your blog is cock friendly, and even tho its a jikook blog, there is something that i think we should adress (i'm not saying that this could be a reason for jk's crush, im not saying it could not), but...

Namjoon's cock!!!!! I suare, if everything in that body is proporcional, you know, i mean YOU KNOW he is fucking big!

Oh anon I really wish you hadn't gone there.

Now we must talk about JK and his anti Minimoni agenda. We now need to delve into this and get to the root of the issue. We must!

Jimin's hand on RM's lap.

JK: 👀

Love it. Okay let's take a look at some photos, shall we? Jimin's type.

Oh wait, before we proceed, JK's crush on RM i have never thought of it as an actual true crush. I think its played of as such for laughs. But I think JK just really admired him for his talents and what not and I don't think JK is attracted to RM in the slightest. Not even a little bit. Imo.

Now back to Jimin's type. 😁

Number 1) Wonho

Number 2) Black interviewer

Number 3) Usher

Number 4) JB who is basically JK's doppelganger in some of his photos 😅

Number 5) Gonna casually drop Tony

And last but not least Number 6) The main topic:

Jimin has a type. Okay? He likes them muscles and them thick men and them hot men and them arms and chests...and thighs... anyway, Mimi has a type. And while none of the men above hold a candle to his actual boyfriend, you can see the similarities.

Jungtiddies. Check

Thighs. Check

Arms. Check

The whole damn body. Check

Where I'm I going with this you ask? In short what I'm trying to say is, RM is Jimin's type. My friends and I disected this the other day and concluded the JK Minimoni thing probably has something to do with the fact that RM is Jimin's type to a T. JK looks at RM and sees himself. And then add the fact that RM is a genius and JK's insecurity goes through the roof!

(And like anon mentioned, JK has that Jungkonda, yes but on this post I also share what RM is working with so.... like I said. JK & RM, same thing basically 😂)

See, yeah, JK comes between Yoonmin and hates that Suga thirsts over his man. But, he is not threatened by short, skinny legged, with an ass almost as big as Jimin's, Min Yoongi. He knows Jimin will never see Suga that way. So he can dislike how Suga behaves with Jimin, but sometimes he even ignores it and doesn't look bothered at all. But when it comes to Minimoni he just has to insert himself. For eg, I saw something today.

Look at Jimin's face after JK adds in his 2 cents because of course he did

Minimoni moment, JK is like "not today Satan" He refuses for the audience to associate Jimin with RM and its the funniest shit. I mention here how JK inserted himself when Minimoni were practising the own it dance. Even though he wasn't really supposed to be there.

Disclaimer: The following opinions are my own, I will give them but please feel free to form your own

So listen. I will be the first person to tell people to stop treating the Tannies like characters in a fanfic. And I have mentioned many times that there has never been any in house dating (sans Jikook) That just wouldn't work and BTS wouldn't be together if that was the case. So please, please try not to read too much into the following tiny analysis. It's just something a friend pointed out to me and I couldn't believe it myself. It's short and quick, easy to miss. But it shows just how deep this thing with JK and Minimoni goes.

Okay so In the Soop season 2 episode 3 around 6 minutes in. (Thanks @serendipitous-sky)

Jin tells JK to go wake up either Jimin or V. Of course JK goes to wake up Jimin. Duh!

Sidebar, this isn't the point of my post, I just feel the need to point out that Jikook look at cameras ALOT. The whole time he climbed the stairs on the way to Jimin's room he was staring at that camera

If you guys remember correctly, Jimin was kind enough to switch rooms with RM the night before. RM couldn't sleep in the main house due to all the noise. So they swapped. But JK forgot this. So off he goes to what he thinks is still Jimin's room (he cheated/helped Jimin to get this room btw, but that's an analysis for another day) Anyway, back to JK looking for cameras.

If you're looking to mess around with your boyfriend and not get caught its important to find blind spots. So yes, Jikook are always making sure they know exactly where those cameras are. I'm sure y'all get it. 😏😏

Anyway, off he goes into the room and he's surprised to be greeted by RM's snores.

He forgot this wasn't Jimin's room anymore. But guys, here's my thing. JK is here, right? He has heard and seen that that is RM asleep in that bed, right? So you'd expect him to leave, right?

Wrong!! JK goes further into the room!

But why 🤭🤭🤭 that's my question. He had already established that was RM in the bed why did he need to go further into the room? What did he need to see? He literally has no reason to confirm it's RM in that bed when he already knows it is. So my guess is that he wanted to confirm RM was in that bed alone.

Now hear me out, even if Jimin was in that bed lying down fully clothed just shooting the shit with RM, it would not have gone down very well. At all. Shit, would have hit, the fucking fan!

We definitely wouldn't have go10 a season 2 of ITS or anymore BTS for that matter 🤭🤭 I'm just saying, for the sake of a million things, I'm glad RM was in there by himself.

JK as he's leaving says;

And off he goes to look for Jimin. We already know what happens after this. Nothing, coz we were robbed.

But anyway, conclusion: RM is the only one who actually threatens JK. And no this doesn't mean he doesn't trust Jimin. He knows Jimin would never but it doesn't stop him from wanting to make sure everyone most especially RM, remembers who Jimin 'belongs' to.

The End. Stan Namjikook for clear skin

#he he hee #jikook theory #jikook theories #jikook analysis #ask shaz #bts ask #jikook #bts #jimin and jungkook #jimin #jungkook #park jimin #jeon jungkook #kookmin #minkook #jikook bothered #ITS Jikook

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