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xiaovein · 2 months ago

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uhhmmmm what was the flowore again . 🌺 nnnot this one vut the ask game flower

LMAOOOO ok sorry for laughing its the sunflower emoji :heart: The shiguang 1.2k word fic in my documents is staring at me as i open up a new doc to write this im actually quite scared to accidentally delete a draft and lose whatever insane madness i was writing

i am going t o talk about xia fei who was surprised who cheered di d you know i think shes transfem

give me a moment im going to yap

for the uneducated, i will summarise link click withthis tweet i stole. sorry im lazy

the arc im going to talk about is bridon arc . you can just call it yingdu its okay. yingdu is the prequel to season 1 and 2, where cheng xiaoshi is trying to find his missing father from a clue he left behind. anyway cheng xiaoshi and lu guang fly to some europe place called bridon (i genuinely dont know if this place is real i do NOT take geography i am a science student i love science)

in case you forgot which one is which the white hair guy is lu guang the black hair guy is cheng xiaoshi. i will call them lg and cxs for ease of convenience

anyways. im gonna just say it. xia fei is supposed to spy on cxs and lg. shes getting paid by a ugly purple hoe called liu xiao. id like to mention that she is a university student who is not in a great financial situation btw. she took up modelling as a side gig but it treats her like shit because she nearly got drowned ON PURPOSE during a photoshoot. her boss vein is probably a cannibal too. can someone save her from the horrors. and she got accused of sleeping with her boss im gonna kill people im srs

anyway xia fei befriends lg and cxs (xia fei gets drunk and yaps about her horrible job and then they run away from a drunken mob together) xia fei offers to help them get a lead on what their looking for while spying on them and reporting back to liu xiao

a couple of days after spying on them cxs tries to get a lead on his dad through xf’s boss vein. and since they don’t have enough money to pay vein they just have to do a photoshoot with xf because they fired the guy she was supposed to do it with. anyways the guy who was fired comes around, insinuates xf has been “using her connections” or whatever to get ahead and lg absolutely CLOCKS that guy and defends her. id add a video but i can only add 1 vid per post so sighhh

lu guang also says he was “just stating facts for a friend” and xia fei looks shocked. shocked that the guys she’s supposed to spy on seems to consider her a friend. the photoshoot happens and they have fun which is great.. i’d like to point out xia fei’s smile, actually. it’s sincere and genuine, as compared to the smiles she’s put on for photoshoots and whatnot. it’s small and it’s beautiful and is REAL. and she turns away with an expression that i cannot accurately read but she’s clearly upset. upset that she has to betray these two. this is clearly where she wants to be — with friends who appreciate her beyond her fame , the first friends (i assume in a long time) who aren’t using or abusing her, and she has to betray them?? oh my gourd .��

i cant find very good pre-existing clips i just screen recorded it

note the difference between xia fei's smile in that clip vs the one she had for photoshoots n shit

i don’t know if it’s too clear in what in’m writing but i feel like xia fei is being used a lot throughout yingdu. most notably i think she’s being used as a pawn by liu xiao, who pays her to do her job and spy on them. im not quite sure though? honestly i think i could be wrong . i’m also 90% sure she’s being exploited in her modeling career.so obviously this would be fairly significant. a breath of fresh air if you will.

that evening she goes to liu xiao and says she’s going to quit spying on them. when cxs and lg go back to china, xia fei is reported to have been missing.

i think about it a lot actually. i figure she had a feeling she knew liu xiao was going to pull something if she pulled out, but she just couldn’t stand betraying her friends anymore.

not much is revealed about xia fei yet, but i get the sense she’s lonely, shes tired, and she desperately longs for a genuine human connection, genuine friendship. i miss her so bad id hug her if i could. my princess who deserves better.

(And when i say not much is revealed about her yet i seriously mean it. We only vaguely have a sense of what her work is like, and we dont know about her family situation much – theyre only mentioned in a phone call to her parents. Theyre edging me. Theyre edging me. It sucks.)

link click honestly isn’t shy about covering heavy topics. there’s stuff like possessing your mom to kill your dad who also ends up killing your mom. so honestly i would not be surprised anymore if xia fei turns out to have some heavy messed up backstory.

sorry for getting a bit emo halfway she makes me sad a little bit 🥹i like her lots

shes so gorgeous i am her number one fan ignore the shitty quality

also the character previews for bridon arc are Fun i really like liu xiaos and veins one i dont know why maybe its because they’re freaks. i dont know what im saying anymore. did you know the op and ed for yingdu are so good in terms of animation & music.

youtube

peak i tell you PEAK PEAK PEAK. peakest shit ever,. i love my link click live. im srs., i love xia fei i love yingdu even if it makes the timeline super confusing. i love my xia fei life

sorry for making you sit through a rant about a media that doesn’t have a single fat man 🤷 nothing is perfect okay i’m sorry if this sucks i am not super good at analysis this was probably extremely surface level . i reserve my analytical power for analysing the semiotics of the packaging of a tissue packet

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moxfirefly · 4 years ago

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Good afternoon, this has been in the works for a while now and I finally got around to finishing it and being pretty content of it (this is gonna go up on AO3 soon along with the others that aren’t request) but I wanted to post it here first. Enjoy!

Rated Explicit (18+ only)

“Wish you were here right now

All of the things I'd do”

Gaming was always an escape.

From childhood to adulthood. There was some gaming equipment in your hands, controls, handhelds, keyboards and so on. There was just something calming about entering a fantasy world and immersing yourself in scenery and stories that made you stray from bad days and long nights.

For Donatello it was the same.

On one of his many supply scavenges Splinter had found a dumpster near a toy store that was going out of business. It was a memorable haul for them. What they expected to be routine things mixed with some type of groceries had turned into literal Christmas in July. Stuffed animals, board games, action figures and even a few gaming consoles with some cartridges and cd’s. Noticeably they were considered damaged or improperly manufactured, but they didn’t care and for Donnie he had spent a good week and a half fixing up the Nintendo and Play Station 2 consoles back into working conditions.

That alone had been plenty for him but nevertheless Mikey being so excited about playing wanted him to join him. They had played for hours and each disc or cartridge they tried out held a new story, a new set of controls to learn, new visuals and such. He was immediately hooked.

When he had gotten the first parts to start building a PC from scratch he knew there would be another world of possibilities for games.

Now gaming is a leisure for Donnie. Something he does for enjoyment and an escape when his projects become too much. The world of online gaming allowed him to also explore the possibilities of chatting with others though, the humans they were not allowed to see or speak to (with the exception of their Hogosha) but needless to say it wasn’t like Donnie broadcasted his identity and whereabouts. More so these people only came to game and speak game.

Donnie absolutely does detest the unnecessary sexism that gaming brings. Many a time he had read on chats or heard on his head set such derogatory comments thrown at female players. Never the one to stand such misogynistic behavior (he was raised better and had heard enough horror stories from April) he always shot that shit down quickly. Given his status as being far above his gaming peers he had developed respect and none of them ever shot back at him.

That’s how he runs into you.

On the opposing team nonetheless.

Once your female voice ran through the ears of the group he had been stuck in, the comments began to rain down. Some colorful, some lazy and some downright disgusting. Donnie had had enough and with some of his more illegal methods, had managed to push out the players in his party and send the audio recording to the email of the developers.

On exceptionally petty days he did far worse.

You had been stunned, wondering why the gang of immature boys had suddenly disappeared. Only one of them remained with the gamer tag specifying ‘Don_DuzMachines’ you couldn’t help but giggle at it.

You had asked if the sudden disappearance had been a weird glitch and if Don (as you assumed you should call him) had anything to do about it.

“Let’s just say I’ve got my ways” His soft voice rang through your headset.

“Well it’s hardly the first time I’ve had a gang of prepubescent boys tell me to suck their dicks” You started to move away in the map but stopped abruptly.

“Hey do you wanna play something else?” You asked tentatively. “Figured the least I can do is thank you” Donnie sat back pensively, well there was no harm in that now was there?

And so it started innocently.

Co-op games even the occasional match against one another. Each game you two always spoke through your headsets. Mostly banter about strategy or directions for who to do what or the occasional friendly jabs. You hadn’t revealed much that wasn’t the nickname you used as your gamer tag, and well Don had basically done the same.

That is until you decide to poke a little into his life. “You go to college?” You had asked, fingers gliding over the keyboard as you both partook in a raid. Donnie hadn’t expected such a question and he didn’t necessarily want to divulge much, he opted for a more ambiguous response. “I do my own studying, sort of like home schooling if you will?” Well he wasn’t wrong, Splinter had been both father and teacher to them, Donnie had just excelled more quickly and soon enough he was teaching his brothers on the academic side.

“You broke too, huh? Trust me it’s not worth the insane debt you’ll develop in six years that’ll take forty years to pay off” You chuckled with a hint of bitterness, Donnie couldn’t help but laugh and snort.

“That’s cute” You said sincerely. Donnie smiled, heat creeping up his neck.

How innocent things had been at the start.

For six months the two of you divulged little to no information. You never asked to video chat and Donnie never asked for your socials. It had just been a mutual agreement to keep the mystery that just wasn’t verbalized. Maybe it was for the better, because surely what had began as a gaming buddies situation had escalated to, well Donnie couldn’t really explain.

The first instance the two of you had been stuck on a map solving intricate puzzles. It was one of the more relaxed games the two of your partook in together when you didn’t want to deal with other players in a lobby.

“Dating apps are a nightmare, they’re only worth it for getting dumb funny stories” You had been playing but also checking some of the matches you’ve gotten on a site. Donnie swallowed, why did that settle so oddly in his stomach?

“Well any funny ones you’d like to share?” Don asked curiously hoping he wasn’t over stepping any boundaries. “One guy wanted me to cover my feet in marmalade, I really almost hit fuck it and did it” You couldn’t help but smile when Don choked, coughed and bursted out laughing.

“What kink is that even related to? I mean I know people enjoy feet but marmalade?” He was bewildered. “Come on Don don’t kink shame the poor guy, who are you to police his eclectic culinary desires?” Now the two of you couldn’t help but burst into another fit of laughter. Both your avatars were idle standing, the game somewhat abandoned in favor for the conversation.

“Hey I’m not kink shaming, we all have our weird kinks” Donnie smiled sitting back on his swivel chair. You clicked out of the dating site, chin resting on your hand. “Are we finally having this conversation? Cause I love this shit, it’s my bread and butter” You sat back in your gaming chair, tucking your knees.

Donnie felt so shy but the barrier of mistery the two of you had built urged him on. He was curious, like stupid curious what you looked like and while he had everything to figure out exactly where you were, it wasn’t morally correct for him. So why not just indulge in the conversation?

“Well it’s not feet, sorry to disappoint” He heard you laugh, an infectious sound he had grown to enjoy so much. “Feet are so passé anyways, what about bondage?” You spun slowly in your chair, the sounds of Don adjusting and clicking on the keyboard ringing in your ears.

“Bondage is a go, especially sensory deprivation” He was checking some documents April had forwarded to him in regards to a case they were dealing with, but he could multitask. You made an approving noise, nodding while taking a sip of your drink. “Into that D/s stuff?” You asked wanting to see what else he might like.

“Well yeah, but I do enjoy more um... Fem Dom stuff” He finished up the email he wrote out for April and hit send. “A man with taste, not something we get often” You chuckled but decided to add. “I wouldn’t mind having a guy submit to me” You bit the inside of your cheek a little shy suddenly.

Something about that statement made heat spread south for Donnie. The concept of being dominated? By a woman? He peaked a look behind him, pushing one side of his headset down to hear what his brothers might be up to but he heard only music and chatting voices.

“What’s your favorite thing?” He inquired almost too softly.

“Erotic ASMR” There was no trace of embarrassment in your voice and that somehow made Donnie hot.

“Maybe we frequent the same sites for that” Don boldly threw out. You made an approving face before sitting forward and typing on your keyboard. A beat or two later Donnie saw an email notification from you on one of his many burner emails. He opened it finding links to audios from various sites all catered to erotic audios. Donnie whistled, this was a gold mine and true to his predictions you did indeed have some of his favorite sites to peruse.

“It’s not just male audios by the way, there’s women too” You sat back once again, nervously playing with your hair. “Thanks... Well I do like hearing both” Donnie confessed, voice avoiding a stutter.

You grinned. Oh he was even more fun that you could’ve expected.

Curiously enough that had been the tamest experience into yours and Donnie’s sex talks. Because it hadn’t really stopped at that, they progressively escalated little by little. Fave kinks had turned to fave sites, fave sites had turned into fave videos. Donnie never pictured he’d share his hidden folder with a stranger no less.

You nor Donnie could really say how the two of you had ended up one late night, with yet another abandoned game, talking about weird but satisfying cyber sex experiences. Some of your stories had been on the more comical side but a few had riled Donnie up to the point that he couldn’t ignore it. There was a shift in your voice as well, an allure that enticed him.

“Can I be honest?” You licked your suddenly dry lips. Donnie tensed momentarily, not sure what to expect. “Of course, please” You squeezed your thighs together, ‘please’ shouldn’t sound so good coming out of his mouth. You trace lazy circles on your thighs, something pushed you. “I’m kinda turned on by this...by talking to you about all this stuff” Maybe this was overstepping it, surely there was nothing wrong between two adult friends discussing such matters.

There was no need to tell Don that you had yearned to put a face to the name. But his hesitance spoke of insecurities and you could understand that.

“I am too...” Donnie looked up at what he called a ceiling in his home, the darkness of the sewer system and concrete. He’d never have a chance with you, it was a deeply rooted desire for intimacy and if virtually he could obtain it then so be it.

For all your boldness you felt a wave of bashfulness hit, crashed around your self confidence. Then Donnie steps up and you feel your toes curl in excitement. “Do you want to have a better experience?” Donnie runs both hands down his face, who was he to provide better experiences, he’d never even physically had a partner. The slow sigh that escapes your throat is comforting static in his headset. “Yeah, yeah I really do actually” You feel a smile etch itself on your lips.

“You can call me Donnie” It’s the closest to his name, and truthfully he really wants to hear you say it.

“Y/N,” You say to which Donnie makes an approving noise, he finds your name to be pretty. He rolls it in his mouth, testing the syllables, he can envision moaning it, well he wants to moan it if he can be completely honest. He wants to put a face to that name but he quickly pushes the thought out. There’s a pregnant pause where neither of you engage or make the first attempt. Not wanting to let this mood flee, Donnie swallows and closes his eyes. The hum of the abandoned game grounding him.

“Say my name again” It’s not a forceful demand, all the contrary he wants to hear the pitch in your voice when you say it, he wants to picture how each tone would variate depending on what he would do or say. “Donnie...” You smile to yourself when you say it, a hint of desire nestled in it and Don notices that and wants more of it.

There’s a lengthy sigh from your behalf, hands wandering up your thighs towards your chest. “I’d like to be there right now, would like to say it against your lips” Your bold confessions makes Donnie’s pulse quicken. He runs a ghosting touch up his plastron, the vision of a delicate hand doing it. The imaginary weight of you on his lap grinding down on his hard member. Donnie grips himself through his shorts a soft groan escaping his parted lips.

“Want you to kiss me” He swallows dryly, the approving noise you make pushing him forward. “Feel your lips all over, feel your mouth around me...” He lifts his hips, hand cupping himself and the small hitch in your breath is a sound he wants permanently recorded in his brain.

“God are you big? I bet you are” You kneed your breast, thumb and forefinger pinching the sensitive nubs until they’re perked. Donnie smirks to himself, freeing his aching member and looking down at himself. Mutant genes aside he feels somewhat shamefully proud of his cock, he wonders if you would like it... deeply buried within you. “Yeah I am, I think you can take it something tells me” You catch that teasing tone and the urge to swallow him whole and make him see stars is too much.

Your hand finds its way into your underwear, the warm wetness making you moan as you tease your middle finger between the lips to find your sensitive nub there. You bite back another lengthy moan but recover enough to breathlessly say, “oh fuck, Donnie” and that very sound makes him shiver. Never did he think he’d hear something so temptingly good, said with such sincerity. God the things he would do to smell your arousal right now, to taste the wetness. “Push two fingers in slowly” Donnie almost pleas, his voice shakey, hand pumping his cock at a steady pace. You do as he wishes, your gutted moan making more precum gather at the tip of his member.

“God-shit- you sound so good, wish you were riding my big dick right now” He wants to chastise himself for saying something like that, but he can’t deny that statement shakes something in you. He can hear it, the sound of your fingers mixed with a continuously rising string of moans. “Ohmygod” Words tumble out strewn together by your pleasure. “Donnie please, please fuck me harder” That alone makes him sit up and push forwards, one hand on his desk as the other works himself up in upward twisting strokes.

Donnie can’t erase the idea of slamming into you right here on his desk, maybe bent over, maybe you’ll let him cum on your face...

He pushes the idea away, he can’t envision your face now, not right now, not when your moans have you sounding this deliciously in need. You’re plunging two fingers into your core as your free hand runs firm circles around your clit. “Christ Donnie you sound so good baby” You moan, perspiration covering your body and Donnie can only groan his approval.

There’s a few minutes where it’s just the two of you lost in your own pleasure together. The constant chants of ‘fuck’ and ‘god’ and ‘yes’ mixed between the two of you. “Say it... again” Donnie groans out, hand quickening, briefly gathering some saliva and letting it fall on his hard member for better traction. “Don-oh, Donnie cum in me!” You’re so far gone, not caring what comes out of your mouth. The wet sounds in your head set and a vibration you figured could be static mixed with his groans was all you heard.

Donnie’s hips twitch, feels that request swim inside of his brain and the image of burying himself as deeply as you could take is all he needs. Just as your moans rise in crescendo he feels the first twitch and relief of his orgasm overtake him. He’s never felt it hit him this hard it knocks the wind out of him, each rope shooting out onto his hand and floor. In his minds eye though, it’s your suffocating heat taking it, milking him until he’s a shivering mess. It plays perfectly like a movie, he swears he can even feel your lips at his neck and arms holding him tight.

Your sounds are enough to keep him stroking, the way your voice pitched up with the sound of his name entwined, forever recorded in his brain. Your entire body tensed to the point of uncomfortable but it was impossible to stop abruptly when he sounded so lost in you. Your leg shakes and stiffens and it takes every inch of control to not become liquid and slip away into comforting bliss.

Eventually the sounds of heavy breathing slowly but surely settling are the only things the two of you can hear in your ears. There’s a mess, for you and for him. The understanding of things transpired crossing each of you two’s brains. Should you speak first? Should he?

“Um, you with me?” You settle, skin sweaty and mouth dry. There’s movement on the other line, a quiet cuss here and there and you smile. “Yeah, sorry just... made a mess” His voice has that sheepish tone and you can’t help but chuckle.

“Great thing about being a girl, we can conceal the evidence better” You stretch your aching legs enjoying each joint pop. “The female anatomy never seizes to amaze me, trust me” Donnie leans back in his chair, napkin cleaning any other soiled spot.

The silence was somewhat comfortable, the buzzing of good chemicals slowly settling.

“Was this okay?” He asked, hesitant tone in your ears.

“More than okay if you ask me” You kept it light not wanting him to feel odd or even ashamed.

You ventured on slowly, forming the question in your brain and bouncing it back and forward with a swallow. “If, and I mean if you want to, we can maybe do this from time to time” You worried a thumbnail between your teeth. Donnie’s gaze watching the idle screen of the abandoned game, he thought hard but briefly.

“I... yeah I would” He smiles to himself, even if the nagging thought that this might not last clutches the back of his mind. Why ruin a good thing? This was good more than good and you suggested to continue.

He doesn’t want to preoccupy his brain with scenarios, or if that dreaded ‘let’s meet’ sentence decides to cross your lips. If this is the inch of intimacy he gets to have and it’s with you, who he has grown so fond of, then he’s selfishly taking that inch and guarding it with his life.

Mutely you both remain on the line, no words spoken from the agreement, just simply enjoying that the two of you were present.

Even if not physically.

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sleeping-lilies · 4 years ago

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robin era jason, dick, and babs headcanons because there’s too much comedic potential to ignore

- dick and babs were the ultimate gossip buddies. whenever dick was with the titans for long periods of time, babs always filled him in on everything

babs: dick you’ll never believe what hal said to bruce last night, i even have videos. dick, the look on his face please—

dick, immediately locking doors so his teammates don’t hear the mad shit about to be dropped on main: tell me everything

- vice versa too, dick filled babs in on everything going on with the titans and all they can say is thank god those lines are bat secured with no villains being able to listen in, imagine deathstroke hearing through bat gossip that joey’s dating who?!?! 😳

- batkids have been and always will be the holder of superhero gossip. it’s a business, you see, but we’re getting off topic 😡

- lmfao anyways this is literally how dick finds out about jason

babs: anyways, jason—

dick: who the fuck is jason

babs: ....

dick: barbara?!?!

babs: ok promise you won’t freak out

- babs and dick’s first reaction upon meeting jason being “why is he so small i wasnt that small” “dick you were literally nine when you were robin—“ “he’s tiny” it’s like those two share the same braincell

- i’m making it so that dick gave jason his number earlier because i feel like it 😡😡😡 (not that it changes much other than the fact that i want more gossip dropped in dm’s)

- when dick gave jason his number, he went to babs like “give me jason’s number” “didn’t you literally just give him your’s?” “ya but i’m gonna make sure he texts me” “ya ok that’s fair”

- whenever jason didn’t want to be in the manor (fight with bruce, boredom, etc) he went to wherever the fuck babs lived and they would facetime dick and talk mad shit. it was a thing.

- despite them all being able to drive, babs was the only one during this time with an actual, legitimate, legal license (jason was too young to have a license and dick is too lazy/busy/whatever-excuse-he-wants-to-use to take the permit and driving test) so babs drove them around everywhere and it was a mess™ consisting of a bunch of backseat drivers

- “dick omg look at this video i found from the batcave” “omg he said robin gives him magic” “robin gives him magic” they both cry about it for years to come

- babs sometimes kidnapped jason after school after telling the head of wayne manor (alfred) and took him to get ice cream, then to the library while she worked. jason was the greatest kid in the library, he even had his own throne special chair just for him whenever he came provided by library staff who adored this absolute angel.

- jason 🤝 babs 🤝 dick -> i believe in annoying yet endearing nicknames supremacy

- nicknames include (some used by some more than others or just one, or by both equally because they’re annoying pick and choose my good people)

little wing (iconic, we all know this one fellas and who uses it)

red (used for babs, absolutely fantastic, but in the future it gets confusing because some people with their goddamn hero names 😡)

boy wonder (classic, babs calls them both that)

barbie (for babs, jason uses this one and he’s the only one able to get away with it)

dickie (jason just really gets away with everything huh)

dickhead (jason’s lucky he’s cute)

baba black sheep (jeez i’m on a roll with babs’ nicknames she’s so nickname-able and that’s very cool and sexy of her)

jay z

jay allen

jay jay jay (shut up, dickhead—)

big bird

and a bunch more i’m too tired to look for them in canon or make new ones up, but you get the idea

- dick can totally bake, and babs and jason keep bugging him when he’s baking and add more chocolate chips while pretending to not notice that he can see them 😡😡😡

- headcanon that jason had hero worship for babs and dick because they’re so cool in and out of costume and it never really went away when he got older listen his older brother and pseudo sister are so cool and that’s not his fault but he’ll never admit it

- barbie movie marathons because barbie is an iconic legend and they all recognize it. they have the fucking “she’s the queen of the WA-A-A-AVES” song memorized along with all other barbie movie songs, they sing it on patrol.

- dick and jason’s sibling dynamic was and is basically “ur a little shit and i hate you but i will literally kill for you”

- dick had tension with bruce while jason was just a little shit who would totally cause drama for the sake of it, and people never take advantage of this absolute power duo for destroying bruce

- dick sending cryptid texts to jason through a burner phone because he’s dramatic jason totally knew it was him about things that drive bruce mad, like leaving the shower turned to the coldest setting before bruce got there, leaving the lights in the batcave on, etc. jason, a wise little child, totally took advantage of this. bruce came to accept his fate

- the gc names, guys the group chat names

- jason crashing into titans tower whenever he wants and dick doesn’t bat (hAH) an eye, occasionally he very sweetly asks babs to come with him and she agrees but only sometimes because some people have jobs, jason—wait dick is being flirted with by who?!?! i’ll leave it up to your imagination ;) and they totally crashed titans missions too

- one time bruce was busy with the league while alfred was on vacation and bruce absolutely could not dip (i’m imagining bruce getting a call from the headmaster during an honest to god fight and bruce just picking up while punching the daylights out of some asshole) (“mr wayne, what is that noise in the background?” “sorry, headmaster, the cat is having a seizure”), so when jason got into a “fight” (read: some jackass picking on jason before he snapped and yelled at him and the bitchass kid tried to punch him and jason’s no quitter) bruce called dick who was an adult and legally family (yes dick is adopted sometime after jason was, stay mad) like “son... son please” and dick was like “oh no need to plead with me, this is too good” but of course this bitchass doesn’t have an actual lisence yet and he was hanging out with babs anyways so he and babs rolled up to gotham academy and the kids stared at them like “holy shit they’re so cool” ya dick and babs are those power couple, whether romantic or not, that turn heads, they’re just that powerful strolled into the office, bailed jason out while intimidating the headmaster because the altercation was the result of school staff negligence of actual bullying like those cliche tropes, said “ayyy you got that brat good” and get him chili dogs or whatever the fandom made robin jason’s favorite food. omg i just made an entire fanfic in rough draft form someone please steal it and write it in full form and send me the link

- jason is very very tiny, you see. babs and dick pick him up and move him for any reason, whether because they want to sit on that chair or to just throw him out of harm’s way and take the bullet for themselves.

- jason and dick both get adorable blushes on their faces it’s genetic yes that’s how genetics work shut up meanwhile babs’ ears turn red when she’s embarrassed and all three of them clown each other for it

- i yelled about this to my mutual (cough cough @littlespaceboii) who also added to this absolute dogshit headcanon and then in the discord full of mutuals, but the basement of wayne manor is haunted. dick found it when he was a little gremlin (i stand by that dick was the original demon child) (“you see damian, before there was you there was me” the real reason he was good with damian lmfao) and was like “omg this is so cool” @littlespaceboii came up with that it was just alfred fucking with bruce and so when jason first came and dick was comfy around him he was like “so have you been in the basement” and jason was like “im literally robin i’ve been in the batcave?!?!” and dick goes “no the basement, the haunted one” and jason’s like “hAUNTED?!?!” cuz jason has at least some self preservations and knows not to fuck with the spookies until he too became a spooky and bruce was like “there’s no ghost it’s not haunted” because he’s a skeptic and a party pooper and babs is like “no go on let him finish” even though she knows full well there are no ghosts or does she? and uhhhh basically they becomes ghostbusters 2.0 but cooler and funnier

- this trio is basically baby pan/bisexual jason and two resident expert pan/bisexuals solidarity but that’s literally canon. they go to pride every year that jason’s alive what who said that?

- they all tease each other for their crushes like all siblings/family friends do, i don’t need to say it but it’s important that’s emphasized for my well being

- yelled about this in the discord to the mutuals who added onto this absolute train wreck too, but jason used to play baseball during his robin days, and dick never showed up to those games with being busy as an excuse, but babs always showed up with bruce and alfred and took pictures for dick so dick could be like “mlb players are jobless now that little wing is on the scene” babs (and sometimes bruce) always shouted loudest for jason whether he was in the field or in the dugout and jason would get this extremely adorable blush on his face (jason finds out in the future why dick never showed up (cough cough ptsd from two face’s massive baseball bat which led to everything that came after including being fired and veangance academy and nearly killing two face and omg that’s a ride) and is like oh my god my childhood is even more ruined—)

- remember when i said dick got adopted after jason did in this new absolutely fabulous canon i just created? bruce did that because “ahhh fuck that’s my kid and i want him to know i love him through every means possible since i have the ability to do so” i believe in good dad bruce supremacy and made a whole thing where he invited dick to dinner for like a week to work up the courage and bonding to ask him and show him the adoption papers and then everyone cried :) bruce decided to finally adopt dick after jason referred to dick as his brother and bruce was like “...oh” and alfred was like 👀

- dick, as the first child hero and one of the first heroes period like at least a year or two before babs, holds the “back in my day” card over literally everyone in the hero community in general and pulls it out to annoy babs and jason even tho babs literally joined the scene only a year or two after dick

jason, shaking in his panties: it’s so fucking cold

dick, standing strong in his tits out outfit, who had to wear the panties on his own decision: oh, you’re cold? back in my day—

babs, throwing her boot at his face: god shut the fuck up—

and then dick doesn’t give back her boot and it becomes a whole thing with lots of tackling and play fighting and someone nearly gets thrown off they rooftop for funsies but anyways

also on a side note, babs would take off her cape and wrap it around jason whenever she noticed his discomfort with the weather, or use the weather as an excuse whenever she saw him uneasy for whatever reason and they never mention it to each other

- yelled about this in the discord to the mutuals at some point too holy shit i have friends, but those three are team rocket. they went out as team rocket for halloween one year after bullying bruce to let jason out only jason because he can’t tell dick and babs what to do and jason is under his care and when they do convince him, dick and babs bully jason into being meowth. manifesting jason in a meowth onesie ARTISTS PLEASE—

- dick finally took his license seriously and took his driver’s test after babs became paralyzed.

- those were a rough few months for those three. and then another rough few months for those two

- yikes, sorry to throw angst at you (sorry (unfeeling)) anyways, in the future alfred finds those old photos and shows the rest of the fam, so dick and babs bully jason, 6’2 jason that towers way above both of them, and once again bullies him into being meowth “for tradition, little wing!” “shut up, dickhead” the rest of the batkids lose their shit over this, naturally. bruce and alfred stand in the back teary eyed reminiscing the old days when things were a little more simple.

- discowing walked so terrifying handsome squidward red hood helmet could run (even tho the ugly helmet tripped and fell and missed the mark because discowing wasn’t ugly and will always remain superior, i feel i have committed a terrible crime comparing the two)

dick: jason what the fuck is that

jason: it’s fashion

dick: it’s terrifying

jason: i’m only following in my older brother’s footsteps 😔

dick: listen here, you little shit strangles him haha just kidding that illegal wait theyre vigilantes they don’t follow the law—

- these three and cass refer to the rest of the batkids as “the kids” (if she’s older than jason, sometimes she is and sometimes she isn’t and i’m really confused but whatever)

- babs and dick’s relationship with jason pre death literally shaped how jason treats his siblings post pit madness like he literally goes “what would red and big bird do?!??” when he needs to go into big brother mode over the “little ones” (“little” because tim and steph are adults and duke is nearly an adult himself oh my god he’ll graduate from high school soon and jason never got to do that himself he’s totally going to the ceremony legally dead or not) 🥺

- holy trinity continue hanging out with each other, whether lunch or games or whatever, and just enjoy each other’s company after long, rough years

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xpeachesncream · 4 years ago

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soft morning seggs with PW tae before they go and bond with y/ns besties and tae's besties tee-hee (also add jungkook being extra please 👉👈)

perfectly wrong | drabble [6]: when a relaxing getaway trip to a cabin with your favorite people turns into playful chaos.

word count: 2.0k

warnings: soft smut/morning sex, cussing/mature language, besties being hella cute, 100% highly recommend clicking the links

You awoke to Taehyung's soft fingers gently caressing your sides as he laid kisses along your neck. You smiled as he nuzzled his face against the nape of your neck, planting more kisses along your shoulders. His hands began to roam, going up the tshirt of his that you were wearing and giving your breast a gentle squeeze.

"Babe, what are you doing?" You asked sleepily, even though he was fully turning you on with his touch.

"You, in a minute." He says softly in between laying kisses on your clothed back, his voice still husky from waking up. You scooted back, teasing him by pressing your ass against him, feeling his hardened member under his boxer briefs. He presses his hands against your hips, keeping you in that position before he's climbing on top of you and spreading your legs open with his own.

"Baaaabe." You giggle before he's pressing his lips against yours. You rest your hand on his cheek while he deepens the kiss, his tongue fighting with yours for dominance. You jut your hips upward, Taehyung softly letting a moan out in your mouth. He pulls away for a quick second just to help get the shirt over your head and toss it across the room. He keeps his gaze on you as he lowers his body back down, his hands quick to remove your panties and let them get lost within the sheets. You shut your eyes for a moment feeling Taehyung's skin against yours, the warmth he radiates in the early morning being just exactly what you need. He gently swipes his fingers down your folds, gently rubbing your clit as he sucks on the base of your neck. "Hmmmph." You hum in his ear, making him smile against your neck before he gently nibbles on your earlobe, causing your breathing to slightly hitch.

You almost want to plead and whine when you feel his thumb move away from your clit, but it doesn't last long when you realize his tip is about to make its entrance. Taehyung slowly dips himself into you, watching as your eyes roll to the back of your head and your back slightly arching at the contact. He lowers himself a bit further, one hand holding onto the headboard, careful not to bear all his weight on you while he begins to roll his hips slowly into you. You wrap your legs around his torso tightly, your hands gripping tightly onto his curls.

"Shit, babe." You whine, causing him to look up from your neck and shush you softly.

"Quiet, pretty lady. We're not the only ones here." He whispers as he continues to roll his hips into you and pick up his pace. You bite your bottom lip as his lips lightly graze yours, ready to lock them into another kiss and muffle your moans. His hand is still gripping the headboard tightly, the other hand gripping your hips as he quickly begins to thrust into you, careful not to make any extra noise.

"You're gonna make me cum." You whisper, Taehyung responding in a simple nod as he keeps his eyes on you while he's thrusting. You love the way he feels against you, and how his lips are kissing every part of you - the soft, sensual morning sex with the sun peeking through the blinds being the best way to wake up on this getaway.

"You're so beautiful." He says, dropping his head once more to lay kisses along your collarbone and to lightly toy with your nipples and breasts. Your hands are running down his back before they come back up and grip onto his shoulders, keeping him close to you as you feel yourself getting closer to the edge.

"Baby, I'm gonna cum." You repeat, Taehyung softly groaning by your ear as you hold each other tightly. Two more rolls of his hips is what it takes to send you over the edge, your body arching upwards as he holds you closely, allowing you to tremble lightly in his arms. Your walls constricting around his hardened member is what does it for him, his head nuzzled back down into your neck muffling his groan as he reaches his orgasm right after you, slowly thrusting to help ride out the highs.

"Goodmorning, love." He says, chuckling and kissing your jawline before plopping next to you and grabbing the wipes on the nightstand to clean up.

"Morning." You smile as you pull the sheets up, too lazy to find your shirt or your panties.

"GOODMORNING PARTY PEOPLE! RIIISE AND SHINEEEE!" Jungkook sings in Kylie Jenner's tone as he's roaming down the hall, obnoxiously knocking on the doors, opening and closing what you assume is Hobi's door, and jiggling the other doorknobs. "Hey lovebirds, breakfast is ready!" Him jiggling the doorknob causes it to slightly open ajar, Jungkook's doe eyes peeking in.

"Fuck, Kook! Close the door!" You yell as you make sure the sheets are pulled over you, Taehyung laughing in bed next to you.

"Ew." Jungkook laughs as he shuts the door. You flip the covers over your head and glare at Taehyung.

"You didn't think to lock the door when you came in last night, Taehyung?" He laughed.

"I forgot?"

"Ugh." You groan as you remove your naked body from the sheets, picking up your panties that flew out from the sheets and his shirt.

"Where are you going, baby?"

"To wash up, without you." He chuckles as he watch you prance into the restroom and shut the door. You, your friends, Taehyung, Jimin and Namjoon had rented out a cabin in front of a lake up north, just to bbq, swim and fool around. You all had arrived last night, Jin and his friends already occupying the cabin next door. The first thing you guys do?

Throw a fucking rager!

Says Jungkook with his drunk ass. In which, to an extent, it was. You all got pretty fucking drunk, taking lights and darks to the neck with Yoongi taking out the turntables. You had never thrown your ass back on your man so much in your life. So, you don't even know how he's up, cooking breakfast for the cabin the way he is. You don't even know how this morning happened with the fuckery that went down last night. But whatever, who's to complain right? You woke up to good morning sex and food ready. You and the rest of the group are groggily making your way down the steps, all dressed for a nice day spent outside at the lake. The first people you see downstairs are Jin and Jungkook, which you don't even know where the fuck Jin came from because he's supposed to be deadass asleep in the cabin next door with the way he drank last night too, damn near dry heaving and pulling himself together by the lake. Then, you see Yoongi sprawled out on the couch, upside down almost, scrolling through his phone.

"Y/N and Tae had a good start to their morning." Jungkook snickered, making Jin laugh out loud and Taehyung wiggle his eyebrows. You threw the half-full water bottle on the table at him, causing him to dodge it.

"Shut up, Kook." Kook makes a face before he spins in front of you and hands you a plate full of food.

"I don't know if that's how you talk to your best friend who cooked you food this morning."

"Correction - I cooked the food." Yoongi chimes in, now fully upside down on the couch.

"Hey! I helped!"

"Helped crack the eggs into the bowl before you ran off and started yelling in the cabin."

"Either way, thanks for breakfast. I'm hungry and hungover as fuck." Namjoon groans as he sits at the table and starts getting himself a plate, along with Jimin and Hobi. Once you all had gotten grub to buy yourselves enough energy to chill at the lake, everyone makes their way outside. You see Jungkook pulling out a huge tub of water balloons already pumped and ready to be thrown, with Taehyung strapping on a water gun as him and Hobi are already going at it, chasing each other and wetting each other as much as possible. You're so distracted by how cute Tae and Hobi look together that you don't even realize Jungkook coming near you with a water balloon.

"Don't you dare, Jeon Jungkook."

"Or what?" He smirks before his expression turns into Anpanman's. Suddenly, you feel a balloon burst on top of your head, water completely drenching you from the head down. You turn to see Jin yelling and running away to his friends, with Jungkook proceeding to throw the water balloon in his hand at your back.

"KOOK!" You groan as you grab a balloon, but then you realize what the fuck? Jungkook is probably halfway home with how fast he fucking runs, there's no goddamn way you're going after that boy.

"You rrrrrrrang?" He rolled his r's with a smirk near the back patio of Jin's cabin. He started to dance in his position, rolling his hips and doing this weird robotic shit before he realizes Namjoon is after him with his own belt of balloons. You turn to see Jimin completely sandwiched by Hobi and Taehyung, his water gun barely being put to use since they had bombarded him with balloons and are now attempting to get it down his shirt. Yoongi, on the other hand, is playing no part in this and is floating on a tube near the shore of the lake. You decide to toss a balloon at him, hitting him right on the side of his face.

"Oh shit!" You yell as you burst into laughter with Joon and Kook next to you. "I'm so sorry, Yoongs!"

"The fuck, Y/N!" He groaned, almost falling out of this position on the tube. "After all the shit I've done for you!" You continue to laugh until you feel Taehyung wrap his arms around you, not knowing you were their next victim.

"I'm sorry, baby. Just remember that I love you." He says while laughing, holding you tightly while Hobi drenches you with his water gun and Jimin pops a balloon over your head. The chase continues on for awhile until there are no more balloons left and the guns have worn out, literally - broken pieces and everything from the boys rough housing. It turned into a rather competitive game of hide and seek with you all counting your blessings and hoping you aim perfectly at your specific target without getting caught. As the afternoon goes on, things die down a bit, everyone dipping themselves [or flipping/throwing themselves, ahem Jungkook and Jin's attempts] into the lake at some point before returning to sit by the bonfire Jimin had created with Tae. The boys are playing music through the bluetooth speaker, dancing around and singing along while making s'mores. Things don't completely settle until the sun starts to set. Bbq is being set up in between the two cabins, boys chiming in to help whenever needed, but the food gets served rather quickly. You all get a good grub in, in dire need of energy after today's festivities.

As you all are making your way back inside the cabin, you all decide you're going to wash up and shower before turning on a scary movie to watch. You make your way upstairs first as Taehyung and Jungkook are dancing along to Namjoon's beatboxing and attempting to rap. Once you were done showering, Taehyung takes his turn, the rest of the crew also doing what they need to do before the movie. They decide to watch Hereditary for God knows why, being that you're all damn near in the middle of nowhere in a cabin, but no one objects. Bowls of popcorn are being made, you and Taehyung snuggling on one corner of the couch under a blanket, with Hobi in the middle and Yoongi on the other end. Jungkook takes the loveseat, while Jimin situates himself on the floor near you and Taehyung's feet, Namjoon lying down on his stomach on the floor.

"Ah!" Jungkook screams as he shuts the lights off, causing you to jerk in your spot and Hobi to scream back but completely out of fear.

"You're an idiot." You yell, glaring at him as the movie begins.

"I was just testing you guys." He laughs, his bunny teeth piercing his bottom lip.

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milkybonya · 5 years ago

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hello smiling anon here :) can i request nct 127 as boyfriends? ur astro as boyfriends post was so cute :)

Anonnie im sorry i made you wait so long TT this is the busiest week of the year so far and i had to stay focused to prepare for it, but i hope you enjoy~

NCT 127 as boyfriends ♡

link to Astro version

Warnings: food mentions

what i listened to while writing: To My Youth by BOL4

Taeil

sweet to the MAX

always singing around the house and serenading you

multiple movie nights with you in one week where you eat a whole bunch of junk food together and cuddle the entire time ;3;

becomes flustered very easily when you reach for his hand or hug him because he doesn't like skinship

but strangely with you, his heart skips a beat??

helps you when you're stressed by enveloping you in a hug and not letting go until you feel better

not overly clingy but not distant either - he's the perfect bf !!

knows when to give you space and when he needs to invade your space and give you lots of kisses >:)

not big on fancy dates, just wants to bask in your presence

wherever he is, as long as you're there, he's happy

i don't know why but i imagine his hand getting clammy when you hold it because he's so nervous,, then he gets all shy and embarrassed about it :")

Johnny

always taking photos of you

literally has a folder in his phone named '[y/n]'

so whipped for you omg he literally giggles any time you lock eyes

so EMBARRASSING cause of all the bad jokes he cracks and how tough he tries to act

"[y/n] do you wanna feel my arm muscles?"

waking up next to him each morning would involve you thinking he’s asleep and staring at him until he pulls you closer into his chest and presses his lips to your forehead ;3;

takes you on really creative dates like going to markets, going for drives, walks through unknown paths

if y’all are not seeing each other in person, he’ll constantly be texting or calling you

always sends you photos of things that remind him of you

the type to pretend he’ll give you your coat, then he doesn’t, but then he does because he loves you :”)

quite clingy in the sense that he always wants to be near you, holding your hand, hugging you, kissing you, whatever it may be

Taeyong

such a sweet and loving bf :”)

the type to buy you flowers and be that classy, romantic boyfriend

he’ll leave handwritten notes around the house and will send you good morning texts if you guys are apart from one another

the two of you are definitely the cool couple

but you’re also the couple who laughs hard about the most random things

like Taeil, knows when to give you space and when he should be there for you

will respect your sense of independence and root for you to succeed in your own things!

but also gets clingy sometimes and just wants a few hugs and kisses :”)

acts cute and pouts in front of you a lot

but only in front of you, never in public or in front of anyone else

listens carefully whenever you’re sad and lets you rest your head on his shoulder, cry all over him - he lets you do whatever you need to do to be happy again, and he’ll try his best to cheer you up too :D

Yuta

loves reading with you, it’s one of his favourite things to do :”)

sometimes just ends up staring at you which leads to him pulling you towards him which leads to cuddling while reading and for him to kiss the top of your head an infinite amount of times

omg he will let you braid his hair or play with it or do all kinds of things to it

painting each other’s nails !! and searching for unique accessories in stores!

he’ll just buy an accessory and give it to you like “i just know this will look good on you, please try it on!”

i feel like he’ll be very honest with you about everything

so you both have nights when you talk for hours about your thoughts

and in the morning forget all about it by watching something while in bed hehe

will like exercising with you from time to time so you both stay healthy!

always thinking about you and your health, both mental and physical

you might be able to convince him to get a couple outfit :o

Doyoung

Like Johnny, likes taking photos of you but does it a bit more shyly

puts on a cool front all the time but he’s quite shy ;-;

loves to bake with you and actually takes it quite seriously

he’ll chase you around if you smudge batter on his face >:)

makes home dates fancy by lighting so many scented candles that the smell actually becomes unbearable

when you go on walks together, he’ll hide behind you every time he sees a dog, and you always have to apologize to the dog owners on his behalf because he’s scared :”D

likes to lie on top of you when you cuddle, with his weight on his legs which are on either side of you so he’s not crushing you, just so he can trace the shape of your face with his fingertips

if you cry, he cries and if you laugh, he’ll laugh - i feel like that’s how he’ll comfort you, by empathizing :”)

likes to go on car rides with you where the two of you are just singing songs

always makes sure you’re eating your meals and staying hydrated - brings you food if you’re busy or forget

gets you really thoughtful gifts for special days but also throws a few meme gifts in there

Jaehyun

that bf who invites you to watch him play basketball just so he can take off his shirt in the middle of the game and watch as your face turns red

i feel like he’ll tease you in that ^ way a lot - he’s always trying to fluster you

he likes peaches so imagine going peach picking with him !! you’ll take such cute photos together and if he’s taller than you, he’ll pick all the peaches that you can’t ;3;

always trying to cheer you up whenever you’re sad - why can i picture him doing aegyo TT

this one time it rained when you were on a late night walk with him and he took off his jean jacket, held it above your heads as you ran home, but you ended up wet anyway :”)

super comforting whenever you’re sick or don’t feel good

constantly complimenting you and shows you lots of physical affection

always hugs you when he sleeps because if you’re not there, he’d just be hugging the blanket instead

not incredibly sentimental but always tries his best to show his love for you

tried to make breakfast in bed for you and dropped a whole bunch of cutlery on the floor :D

went through your phone and saved his name as ‘peach’ in it

Winwin

(this is from WayV as boyfriends, that’s why it looks a little different <3)

SOFT ANGEL

SOFT SOFT SOFT

did i mention he’s soft?

always worried about you

genuinely cares about your feelings

a lot of “are you okay?” and “you’re not mad at me, right?”

if you’re ever in a bad mood, he’ll run to the store real quick and grab your favourite food for you

A LOT OF CUDDLES AND LAZY MORNINGS

he doesn’t like skinship but loves to hold you :’)

too shy to show affection in public tho

will hold your hand at the most

even if he does that, he’ll hold your hand in your pocket because he’s so shy

pls protecc him at all costs

is willing to do anything for you

sometimes you have to ask him how he genuinely feels about something

because he can’t say no :(

please make sure you tell him you love him regularly, or he’ll be sad :(

a lot of stay-at-home dates like watching movies

watchiNG ANIME (if you like it, of course)

“let’s just do whatever you want”

wiLL CRUSH YOU IN MOBILE GAMES

“i beat you! now give me a kiss >:)”

Jungwoo

if you also like to eat, y’all will have the most epic food dates omg

literally travelling to countries just to try the food there - that’s what it will be like

most of your dates involve food, but also a lot of walking dates so you can burn it off :”)

yet also many movie nights on the days where you don’t want to walk

he’ll learn your speaking habits and will imitate you whenever you get annoyed or angry

likes to play soccer with you, even if you’re bad at it (so he can tease you), but if you’re good then he’ll enjoy trying to beat you

he’s the one who roasts you the most yet also cares for you the most

likes to kiss your neck because he can smell your natural scent, but if you hate it then he’ll do it to tease you or he’ll stop if you seriously tell him to

imitates kdrama male actors and actually makes your heart flutter by doing those things

and when you see the actors kissing in a drama,,,, you already know what he’s about to do

when you’re upset, he’ll hug you tightly and stay with you until you feel better

Mark

y’all have a shared playlist that you always add songs to so you can listen to it during car rides or when cuddling

he keeps everything and anything you give him, whether it be a candy wrapper, flowers, a belt, shoes, anything

prepares really sweet gifts for you - a lot of songs or meaningful things

claims that you’re his muse and sometimes just stares at you for 5 minutes whenever you drop by his studio

“you’re my sun, i’m photosynthesizing so just stay right there”

he’s shy and gets flustered easily when you kiss or hug him, even when you just hold his hand

you have a tradition with him each fall where you go to a park, gather all the leaves to make a pile so you can dive into it

usually ends with you falling on top of him and the two of you just laying there for a long time

voice calls that last for more than 8 hours will become a thing when you date him :”)

always jokes about things related to marriage like ‘wow imagine if we had our wedding here’ and laughs awkwardly but he’d actually love to marry you

takes you on trips that he claims are for him to get inspiration for music writing but he really just wants to spend time with you

Haechan

you already know what you’ve signed up for, right? chaos, absolute chaos - but in the best way

super clingy, always holding onto your arm or hand

whines when you don’t give him hugs or attention

bought a big plushie that reminded him of you so he can hug it when you’re not there and he misses you

he’s such a baby omg he’ll love being babied by you

makes hand crafted, diy gifts that clearly have his entire heart and soul in them

likes singing karaoke songs with you because if too you’re shy to sing alone, at least when he sings with you, he can hear a bit of your voice

cannot live if you’re sad or upset - he’ll do anything to help you feel better

cuddling is his favourite thing on this planet and he’ll wrap his legs around you so the two of you become an entangled mess, yet somehow are still comfortable

texts you random things like ‘i just saw a dog’ but also says stuff like that out loud to you

acts strong and cool sometimes like when you’re watching horror movies but fails miserably :(

ah, have you made it to the bottom? thank you for reading <3 were you by any chance looking for a sign? because this is it, this is your sign. i wish you luck with whatever it is that you must or must not do ;3;

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minyoongijjangjjangmanboongboong · 6 years ago

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Ephemera Chapter Four

Ephemera: In art, transitory written and printed matter (receipts, notes, tickets, clippings, etc.) not originally intended to be kept or preserved.

Alternatively, things that exist or are used for only a short time.

Description: Nobody knows who Vante really is. Everything about the popular artist is shrouded in secrecy: from his face to his name to everything in between. After years of working for his art gallery, Y/N feels she may just be the closest thing he has to a friend. Between her success at work and her relationship with campus hot-shot Jeon Jungkook, Y/N’s life has never been better. But is Jungkook truly who he says he is? And who will Y/N protect now that she knows Vante’s livelihood may be on the line?

Genre: Romance, Drama, Fluff, Angst

Pairing: Jungkook x (f) Reader x Taehyung

Word Count: 5k

Tags: Non-Idol!Au, Gang!Au, Art History Student!Reader, Film Student!Jungkook, Art Student!Taehyung

Warnings: Swearing and mentions of alcohol, although infrequently

A/N: Hey! Lmao, I’m flip-flopping with this link thing. Last week I had to remove them whew. Anyway, this week I’ll add them later on. For now, if you want to catch up on the rest of the story, please head over to my masterlist! If you can’t find it, shoot me a message and I’ll send it to you. And on that note, please feel free to send me anything you’d like! Feedback, theories, critique, anything goes!

And in personal news, I’m having my short story published in a literary magazine!! PUBLISHED!!! I really can’t believe it. It feels so surreal. But it’s thanks to you guys that I had the confidence to submit my work to the magazine. Thank you for supporting me :’)

And again, if you want to follow my Twitter, my username is @/plzpunchmebts. I’m super active over there and hopefully in the future I’ll do some livestreams/chats with you all!

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Outside, I heard the computer room door open and shut. Two pairs of footsteps echoed down the hall. I blinked at the document before hastily shoving all the papers back in place. I threw the folder into its place in the drawer and shut off the light, rushing out into the hallway and dashing into the bathroom across the way. I turned on the water just long enough to be convincing and dried my hands on my pants before bracing myself in the mirror. I didn’t…quite look myself. The same purplish bags hung beneath my eyes that I’d begun growing accustomed to, but there was something else in my face that left me unsettled. Where once there was a girlish naiveté, now there was something harder, something with rougher edges lingering in the details of my expression. In the set of my jaw, in the hollows of my cheeks, in the shadows in my eyes. It was aged somehow, weary.

It was tired.

I sighed and shut off the light as I walked back out into the hallway. Again, the television rang out through the apartment. And this time, it wasn’t the news. Perhaps it was something about having my deepest fears confirmed that had me on edge, or perhaps it was the thrill of doing something I wasn’t supposed to, or perhaps even it was the alcohol in my veins, but it seemed a new feeling had replaced that deep-down ache that had persisted for weeks. And it felt…something like anger. Keeping documents that Vante had signed? Running intel on a man who wanted nothing more than to make the world brighter with his art? Spying on someone who supported and believed in people without expecting a single thing in return? I ran my fingers through my messy hair and entered the living room with a smile.

“Y/N!” called Jungkook, eyes wide.

I chuckled. “Sorry. I saw you guys weren’t out here when I got back and helped myself to your bathroom.” I met Jungkook’s eyes with a steeliness that felt foreign. If he could look me in the eye and lie without flinching, then I could too.

“We thought your call would take longer,” said Seokjin with a laugh. “Not much to talk about?”

I returned his laugh and nodded. “Ah, yeah. She was freaked out since she forgot to feed Hyunie,” I said with a shrug. “I’ve gotta go now and take care of it since she’s working on a paper.”

Jungkook groaned and approached me with a frown, placing his hands on my hips like they fit there perfectly. And, until recently, they did. “Baby, you gotta stop doing favors for everyone,” he said, drawing out his words.

Playing drunk? After all that?

I cocked a brow and let my hands roam his arms with a hum. A smile teased my lips, and I could feel the malice in it. A malice that had never been there before. I let my eyes follow my fingertips and, for the first time since we’d started dating, I noticed a shiver run up Jungkook’s body. Like I was affecting him.

How stupid could I have been? When he never so much as reacted to me? How many more months could I have gone in blissful ignorance? Seeing him now, with a faint flush to his face and eyes wide like saucers, I wondered just what I had been thinking all this time?

I chuckled and sighed a little. “What can I say?” I asked, meeting his eyes with a lazy smile. “I guess I’m just a really good person.”

Another shiver worked up to his chest from the base of his spine. Was this his type after all? “I-I guess so,” he said with a breathy laugh before clearing his throat and backing away with a smile. “So, should we continue Would You Rather?”

I pouted and gave his chest a little pat, letting my hand linger there for a beat too long. I could feel his heartbeat. It was racing. “Sorry,” I said, sighing as I began collecting my jacket and bag. “I’d better feed Hyun before Nara calls again. She’s…persistent,” I said with a laugh, squeezing his bicep before waving goodbye to Jin. I made my way quickly to the front door and swung it open to a waft of chilly air.

“Wait!” called Jungkook, stumbling slightly on a rogue pillow as he jogged after me. As I turned, I noticed that flush was still in his cheeks.

So he liked an assertive woman after all?

Really, how stupid could I have been, thinking he’d be interested in me at all?

“Hm?”

“W-We didn’t finish the beer,” he said, pointing behind him toward the coffee table.

“Or the game!” offered Seokjin with a grin.

I laughed and shook my head. “Hyun needs food,” I said, then glanced out into the hallway. “And I have class tomorrow anyway. Raincheck?” I asked, peering back inside the apartment with a smile.

Jungkook blinked at me for a moment before he coughed a little and rubbed his arms, leaning away from the blast of cold that slipped in from the door. “Promise?” he asked with a smirk. Ah, there he was.

I nodded, smiling wide. “Mhm! I’ll text you,” I said, waving as I slipped outside and shut the door behind me.

Nara always kept her spare key hidden in a potted plant outside her front door. I’d scolded her enough times to make her ears bleed that these sorts of hiding spots were too obvious, but nonetheless she persisted. As I entered, Hyun was already upon me, whining as I locked the door behind me. The sixty-pound Samoyed had these eyes that made my heart weep and a perpetually wagging tail. I ran my hands over the white fur on his head with a soft smile. At least Hyun was trustworthy. After filling Hyun’s bowl, I decided to simply stay and wait for Nara to return. There was lots to discuss anyway. I hadn’t anticipated she’d take all night, but by the time one o’clock rolled around I was exhausted and Nara’s plush couch called me like a siren. I quickly sent her a text that I’d be waiting for her when she came home, that I had a lot to tell her. Maybe then she’d hurry up. I told myself I wouldn’t rest for long. Ten minutes maximum. But the dim kitchen lights cast comforting shadows on the ceiling and the faux fur blanket Nara had draped over the back of the couch felt like a warm hug. Hyun joined me as I snuggled into the cushions and the two of us fell fast asleep.

I don’t think I even dreamed.

My cell phone’s alarm screeched at seven and I jumped up, Hyun still snoozing at my feet. My eyes flashed around the apartment, looking for anything and nothing. Before panic could settle in, I heard the familiar sound of Nara’s laugh from the open kitchen and turned over my shoulder to see her stirring a cup of coffee, a matching one sitting just beside her on the kitchen bar. I sighed and ran a hand through my hair.

“Shit,” I breathed.

She laughed and nodded. “I figured you needed the rest,” she said. “I would’ve waken you up, but I didn’t get home until three anyway.”

“Three?” I asked, standing and rubbing my forehead. I grabbed the coffee and took a sip. Ah, just like her dad’s. “You don’t honestly expect me to believe you were working on your essay until three in the morning,” I said, smirking at her as I met her eyes over the rim of my cup.

She chuckled, a nervous sound, and rubbed the back of her neck, glancing away. “Ah, well…”

“Don’t tell me you lied about the library-,”

“No!” she shouted, turning to me with wide eyes. “We did do that until midnight when the library closed…” She smiled sheepishly at her slippered feet, wiggling her toes.

I cocked a brow. “And then?”

“And then…we might have gone out for drinks…as a, you know…reward?” She turned a hopeful grin towards me.

Without a word, I flicked her forehead and she winced. As she rubbed her injury with two fingertips, I laughed lightly. “Did you have fun?” I asked, eyeing her.

She didn’t look quite as tired as before. Her skin was brighter and her smiles lasted longer. Perhaps a night out was what she needed after all. She giggled. “Mhm,” she said, pulling her phone from the pocket of her sweatpants. “I got a video of this girl in my class singing Eyes, Nose, Lips at the karaoke place and falling off the table.”

I placed a hand on her phone and smiled, guilty. “I’m sorry, Nara. But I really have to go. I’ve got class and I haven’t even changed clothes and-,”

“But it’s really short! It’s so funny. I promise it won’t take long,” she said, smiling wide with eyes that resembled Hyun’s.

I opened my mouth to protest, but nothing came out. Maybe, with the scant time I had to spare, I might have liked to talk about what happened with Jungkook. Maybe I might have liked hearing her advice. But with a defeated smile I simply nodded and leaned over her shoulder to watch the first of what was sure to be several videos from her night out.

Friday was long. I hadn’t even had so much a a free half hour to run home and change clothes, leaving me in the loungewear I wore to Jungkook’s all day. My classes seemed to drag on and my mind was spinning from one activity to the next. Each interaction left me tired, and I knew the day had only just begun when I finally collapsed on my bed at three. I fell onto my stomach, letting my eyes slip shut for only a moment as I sighed. Images of Jungkook’s flustered face repeated in my mind endlessly. That new, unfamiliar expression was haunting.

I’d really been a fool.

Before I could become too comfortable, I stood to my feet and got changed for work. As I wandered to my dresser half-dressed in search of a clean blouse, I found none in the drawer. Perplexed, I turned to my hamper and saw it was overflowing with used work shirts. I heaved a sigh and rubbed my forehead. I’d been neglecting my household chores lately. Even the houseplants were suffering. The devil’s ivy I kept in a hanging basket over my kitchen table was starting to brown at the leaves and the succulents in my terrarium weren’t looking very succulent at all.

I supposed these days I’d been neglecting a lot of important things.

I turned back to my dresser and scoured it. Nothing but sweaters and old shirts. I couldn’t very well show up to the Gallery in a Pink Floyd shirt that my dad gave me years ago. Nor could I show up in a dirty, wrinkled blouse that smelled like hamper.

I pursed my lips and opened my top drawer. I moved aside a few pairs of panties and some bras to reveal the only lingerie I owned. I’d bought it only a few days before finding out Jungkook wasn’t who I thought he was. I figured it might be nice for our first time.

But after last night, I realized it wasn’t his style anyway.

The white silk slip was nothing more than a sleeping dress when I really thought about it. Not once had I worn it, and after the last few weeks I assumed I never would. I ran my fingers along the thin straps and chewed on my cheek. Was it too risqué for work? Surely, patrons would notice I wasn’t following the dress code, and if they didn’t Mr. Kwon would. But what were my alternatives?

I sighed and pulled the thing up my legs from the bottom, sliding it over my tights and jimmying it up my waist from underneath my skirt. It felt odd to wear a whole dress beneath my skirt, but as I readjusted the hem it was perfectly unnoticeable. Quickly, I grabbed my blazer and straightened it along my shoulders, staring at my reflection with a furrow in my brow.

It didn’t look that bad, did it?

I just had to be careful not to bend down…

“Can you tell me about this photo?” asked a soft voice from behind me.

I smiled and turned. A young girl, maybe thirteen, stared in awe at the large photograph over my head. My smile eased and I nodded. “Certainly,” I said, watching her eyes glitter with wonder as I turned to face the picture. I gestured with two pointed fingers to the two silhouetted figures in the center of the shot. “Critics say these two pieces conjure the same feeling as photos taken by Diane Arbus.”

“Two?” she asked, looking at me with wide brown eyes.

I smiled. “Mhm,” I said, pointing to the photo’s companion beside it featuring the same two people now facing one another, hands interlocked. “It’s a candid shot of two lovers in an alleyway in Gangnam.”

“Ah,” she said, grinning at the black-and-white print. “Who’s Diane Bus?” she asked.

I suppressed a laugh and nodded. “Ah, Diane Arbus is a famous photographer who used to capture images of marginalized communities,” I said, crossing my arms as I scanned the photos. From far away, it was impossible to tell anything about the couple. “Drag queens, sex workers…people that society likes to hate.”

She raised her brows and looked at me. “Really?”

“Yes,” I said, smiling. “Do you notice anything about the couple in these photos?”

She blinked once before turning to the prints with squinted eyes. Her eyes flitted all around for a few moments before, having had enough, she shook her head with a frustrated sigh.

I grinned. “They’re both men,” I said.

Her eyes went round. “They are?”

“You couldn’t tell, right?”

She shook her head, smiling. “Not at all.”

“Because in the end, they’re just people,” I said, nodding. “Diane Arbus wanted to dignify and humanize the disenfranchised.” I paused for a moment as I thought of what to say. With a sad smile I crossed my arms. “Once you understand that everyone is only human, it becomes much harder to hate them.”

She nodded, her smile still remaining, as she chuckled once. “I really never would’ve known.”

“Cool, right?”

She laughed. “Super cool.”

“Jia!” shouted a voice from across the gallery.

The girl and I both jumped, turning to the source of the commotion. The shock of the outburst left me a little shaken, but as I took in the scene before me my nerves settled. Standing with his legs set wide was a young man in a suit, hands balled into fists, face slightly red from exertion and eyes set staunchly on the girl at my side.

I leaned down close to her ear and whispered, “Is that you?”

She stiffened and looked up at me with pleading eyes. “Yeah,” she said, sighing. “It’s my brother.”

I watched the worry etch itself into her features and set my jaw. I patted her shoulder and smiled, leveling our eyes for a moment. “I’ll help you out.”

Jia stood behind me as I approached her fuming brother. I gave a small bow before meeting his eyes with a smile. “Hello, Sir. Is this your sister?” I asked, gesturing to Jia as she stayed close to my flank, scuffing the tip of her tennis shoe against the ground.

The young man exhaled loudly and gripped his nose bridge. “Jia, you were supposed to come directly to my office on the eighth floor! Can’t you count?” he shouted.

By then, a few patrons had stopped what they were doing to look at the commotion. Feeling their gazes burning holes through my back, I cleared my throat and maintained a smile. “Sir, I understand you’re upset, but she wasn’t causing any trouble-,”

“Did I ask you?” he asked, finally turning his angry eyes toward me, slowly scanning my body from head to toe. I stiffened underneath his scrutiny. “What kind of gallery lets their employees dress like this?” he asked with a scoff, eyeing the exposed skin of my clavicle where the blazer couldn’t quite reach. “Guess it’s true what they say about the benefits of being a woman getting a job.”

I swallowed hard and forced a tight smile. “If you could please lower your voice-,”

“Do you know what kind of day I’ve had?” he asked, then laughed and raked his fingers through his hair. “Of course you don’t. I bet you wouldn’t last a day in my office.”

I nodded. “Sir, I apologize for any inconvenience you’ve faced on our behalf, but-,” I began

He cut me off with a loud laugh and began wagging a finger in my face. “What?! Inconvenience? My twelve-year-old sister has been in here for who knows how long and you didn’t think once to ask where her guardian was? Inconvenience? This is borderline negligence!”

I nodded and offered what I hoped was a soothing smile. “I understand, Sir, but I must-,”

“Jia, let’s go,” he said, grabbing for the girl’s arm roughly.

She slid behind me, causing the young man to grab me instead. My eyes went wide and so did his. From the mortified look on his face, I could tell he wasn’t a dangerous man. Perhaps a bit strung out and more than a little frustrated, but no predator. I smiled gently and guided his hands off my forearm.

I turned to Jia and gave her shoulder a squeeze. “You should go with your brother now, okay? You can come back and visit another time with your friends,” I said gently, leading her by the back to her brother.

The young man seemed stunned into silence by his own actions and, as if finally returning from some daze, he looked at me with apologetic eyes. “Thank you,” he said, his voice still slightly rough as he gnawed on his lower lip. He bowed curtly and walked toward the elevator with Jia in tow sending looks at me over her shoulder.

As he left, my body eased with relief. I patted my chest a few times before turning to Yuri at the front desk, her eyes wide as she watched me. I smiled and nodded my head, a silent cue that I was indeed okay, and she returned it before greeting two new patrons.

Carefully, I pulled the edges of my blazer closer to my chest, hoping to cover any indecently exposed flesh. I turned back to the patrons and bowed with a smile. “My apologies for that incident. Please don’t hesitate to ask me questions,” I announced, bowing.

But as I lifted my eyes, I didn’t see the floor of the gallery. Instead, I saw the stout suited legs of Mr. Kwon, and when my gaze reached his face I felt myself collapse a little. Disappointment was set in the deep brown of his eyes. Of course he’d been there to see everything. Every painful, mishandled second of it.

“Y/N,” he said. “May I see you in my office?”

I scanned the gallery for a moment, noticed each pair of eyes still settled on me, and cleared my throat, nodding as I followed Mr. Kwon down the hallway. He said nothing until the door clicked shut behind us and the silence became unbearable. Gruffly, he sat down at his scantly decorated desk and gestured with one large hand for me to sit opposite him.

I followed his directions and watched him, my heart pumping loud in my ears. “That was…unpleasant,” he said with a nod, lacing his fingers and peering out from over them.

I nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

“And it was not entirely your fault.”

My chest felt lighter at his words. I sighed and nodded. “I could have done much better.”

“You’re right,” he said, then sighed and rubbed his temples, his glasses clacking up and down with the motion. “And while that man was out of line, we do have an expected level of professionalism here at the gallery that we all have to uphold.”

I nodded. “You’re right.”

“You didn’t deescalate the situation,” he said, meeting my eyes seriously. “You allowed things to get out of hand.”

“I know, Sir.”

“You need to be more firm, Y/N,” he said with a somber nod. “You surrendered to that man too easily and as such, things got out of control.”

“I apologize,” I said, my eyes pricking with tears. I kept my gaze on my hands, shaking as I held them clasped on my lap. The longer we spoke, the more this sounded like a total dismissal. What would I do without this job?

He sighed. “People only have the power you give them,” he said with a cough. “When you forfeit your power is when you truly lose.”

I nodded, the first tear slipping from my eyelid and tracking down my cheek to my chin. “I understand.” He was right anyway. Hadn’t I spent years doing that?

“And as much as I disliked the way he said it, he was right about your work attire.”

I swallowed hard and squeezed my eyes shut to stop the tears. “I apologize for my lack of professionalism.”

He sighed. “Y/N, you’re not being fired,” he said, to which my head snapped up and my watering eyes went wide. He was simply watching me from over his fingers, thick brows set low. “You can relax.”

I sighed and nodded, wiping beneath my eyes. “Thank you, Sir.”

“But please…be mindful of your attire. It’s not right for a woman to be…so brazen with her appearance,” he said with a cough and a glance at my chest.

I stiffened and nodded. “Y-Yes, Sir,” I said, but the words tasted acrid on my tongue. Was this what life really was? Fighting tooth and nail to be belittled and looked down upon for something as simple as my attire? Wasn’t he the one who said I mustn’t forfeit my power?

Was I really okay being spoken to this way?

And if I was, then why was my heart racing not with fear but with something hotter?

“You’re dismissed,” he said with a nod. “Please, just try to do better.”

“I will,” I said, my tears having halted in their tracks.

I stood up and bowed before walking back out into the hallway. I stood out in the center of the corridor for a long moment, my arms crossed. Because I was a woman, I had to endure it. Because I was desperate for work, I had to endure it. Because I wanted to protect Vante any way I could, I had to endure it.

Slowly, I lifted my eyes to find the security camera positioned in the corner of the hallway. The blinking red light indicated that it was indeed working. I furrowed my brow as a few more stubborn tears collected on my chin. I let them fall to the ground, still locked in a gaze with the camera. Was Vante on the other side? Could I communicate with him with a look alone all the things I needed to tell him?

I wiped my eyes, adjusted my blazer, checked my reflection in the window facing the city, and pasted a smile on my lips before walking quickly back to the floor.

The shift was finished at long last and the nighttime cityscape stretched on forever outside the gallery windows. Yuri had taken off on her own for a date, leaving me to close the place on my own. With a sigh, I collapsed against one of the chairs in the break room, resting my head on the countertop. As I did, I noticed yet another security camera stationed by the doorway, trained on me. Was this how Vante moved around the gallery unnoticed? Was this how he knew when I needed bandaids or coffee or an encouraging note?

Gently, I pulled the purple pendant from my pocket and ran my fingers over its surface. Lately, I’d been bringing it with me everywhere, hoping for some luck. So far, ineffective. I sighed and shut my eyes, my fingers still working over the smooth stone. So much had happened lately and all of it had left me utterly exhausted. I wanted to sleep.

Or perhaps I wanted a drink.

I sighed against my arm as I rested my head atop it, eyes shut. The crying had done a number on my makeup already, so I wasn’t worried about a little rest. The light from the hallway turned the backs of my eyelids a translucent red and each moment that passed my breathing came more slowly. How many times had I taken quick naps right here during breaks? How many times had I put myself last so that everyone would like me? Everyone would respect me?

Hadn’t I told myself once I became an adult, I’d stop caring so much about what people thought of me?

It seemed some habits were harder to break than others.

I continued running the pads of my fingers along the fine carve marks of the pendant, eyes shut. At least Vante believed in me. At least he saw something worthwhile in me.

And what was I giving him in return?

Halfhearted protection from a boy I was most certainly still in love with.

I hated myself.

If I could only get a moment alone with Vante, I could tell him everything that had been going on. I could explain why I let a strange young boy into the gallery unsupervised. I could tell him my findings and we could figure out their scheme together, from the inside.

Maybe you should fake him out, echoed Jungkook’s voice in my head. Pretend you’re sleeping and catch him leaving you presents like Santa.

There was no guarantee he was even at the gallery today, or that he’d leave me something. But as I briefly considered gathering my things and heading home for the evening, something kept me rooted to my seat.

I’d be lying if I said I was never…a little curious. This man with whom I’d built a years-long companionship was still a complete mystery to me. I didn’t even know his real name, but oftentimes he felt like my closest friend. And besides, I needed to explain the situation to him somehow didn’t I?

But what stopped me from leaving, what kept me from opening my eyes despite being wide awake, was something more than curiosity or obligation. There was a desperation in my rapid heartbeat. Knowing Vante had likely seen me cavorting with Jungkook the other night through those many surveillance cameras made me anxious. His notes had stopped. So too had the gifts. We hadn’t corresponded at all.

And for some reason, it felt like I’d betrayed him.

After some minutes, I heard the door creak open slowly. Could this really be true? Was he truly going to fall right into my trap? I kept still, holding the pendant in my palm as it rested atop my thigh. I managed my breathing, trying to inhale and exhale with ease and heaviness.

The footfalls were soft and almost timid as they reverberated through the room. I didn’t move a muscle. The steps came closer, closer, closer, until-

A large, warm hand pressed softly to the side of my head, guiding my hair behind my ear. I heard him sigh: a deep, breathy exhale. His gentle fingers pressed against the skin of my cheek, touching me like I may break. My heart raced. His hand moved from my face to rummage through a pocket near my ear. I heard him shuffle things around before placing something in front of my nose. Again he sighed and placed his palm against the back of my head, smoothing my hair down.

“Take care of yourself,” he said in a whisper.

A voice I recognized.

Before he could disappear again, I snapped upright and turned to him with wide eyes. Matching my expression, he stood beside my chair with flushed cheeks and hair that looked unruly against his forehead. He was dressed like he was on his way out: a full-length brown coat and an expensive dress shirt. He blinked at me through his glasses and his lips parted as if to speak.

But I beat him to it.

“Taehyung?”

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fatrainbowmermaidunicorn · 6 years ago

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But You are Still The One For Me (Jungkook x You Drabble)

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But I Still Want You (Jeon Jungkook)

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"Will you just calm the fuck down?" Taehyung throw the pillows directly to thr maknaes head, which he usually will dodged, but no this time. His mind is too full, heart too nervous to even think.

"How can I calm down hyung? How?" Jungkook raised both of his hand over his head and runs one hand over his already messy hair.

"Well, for one, because you and Y/N has been best friends for years, and has now officially been dating for a year, sickeningly and might I add, disgustingly in love with one another, living together and..." Taehyung pretends to think, rubbing his chin, "Oh right, have a freaking daughter together!"

"That still doesnt mean she will say yes Kim Taehyung!" Jungkook sighed and slumped himself on the couch. "What if she thinks its too soon? We have been separated for years before we got back together and start dating. She is even divorced! What if she thinks I'm too fast? What if she thinks I'm not a good father to Nara? W-what if," Jungkook look at his hyung wide eyes with fear and realization. "What if she just doesnt want me anymore?!"

Taehyung laughs.

"How bad are you in bed until the girl who is the mother of your child and still has feelings for you after years would suddenly stop loving you?" Taehyung laughs louder.

"Shut up hyung," Jungkook glares. "I am great in bed and you know it," he winks. "But really hyung, I love Y/N very much. I dont know what I will do if she said she doesnt want to marry me,"

Taehyung walked over and sits beside the sighing maknae and patted his back, smiling.

"You are worrying about nothing Jungkook. Y/N loves you. After everyhing you two has been through, she is still here, still yours, and you are still the one for her. Believe me,"

Jungkook sighed, loudly. He knows he has no reason to be nervous. His relationship with Y/N is perfect. One happy family with their little girl, Nara. But still, if she were to ever say no, Jungkook is sure his heart would break to pieces.

"I sure hope so hyung,"

/////

"Appa!" The 4 year old ran the moment she saw Jungkook on the couch the moment Y/N opened the door.

"Theres my baby girl," Jungkook's face stretched into a wide smile at the sight of his daughter. He never taught he could ever love someone this much since the moment Y/N showed him Nara's picture years back. He quickly picked her up in his embrace and smothered her face with kisses, making the little girl giggle. "Appa misses you princess," he walked to the door where Y/N just came in with a tired face, a smile immediately gracing her face when she saw Jungkook. "And theres my queen. Hi baby," he leans over and gave her a long hard kiss, squishing Nara in the middle.

"I didnt know you are home Kookie," Y/N hugs him tightly. "I miss you. How was your work trip?"

"The usual. Hyungs did something stupid again, the fans are screaming and me missing you and little princess here terribly," he pouts.

"Well," Y/N laughs. "If it makes you feel better, we miss you so much too. Two months is too long without you!"

"I know baby, and I'm sorry my work took me away from you two for so long. But we dont have anymore overseas schedule for the next 4 months now and I promise I'll make it up to you," Jungkook lets Nara down and the little girl ran towards her toybox, already bored of her parents making googly eyes to one another.

"Oh yeah? How are you going to do that?" Y/N giggle as Jungkook pulls her closer by the waist.

"Oh, I have my ways baby," he winks. "God I love you so much," Jungkook leans jn again, lips already touching hers.

"And I love you Jungkook, forever and always,"

/////

"Wait, so you are having lunch with Jae Hee? Your ex husband, Jae Hee?" Jungkook frowned.

"Yes Kookie. Jae Hee. You know we are still on good terms with each other. And you know that hes a nice guy, dont worry!" Y/N smiles.

"I am not worried," he pouts in jealousy. "But still, hes your ex husband and since when do you two keep contact anyway?"

"Well, for the past two months while you were gone, he came by to enroll his kid and his niece into my dance academy, and we started catching up," Y/N explained as she ran around the kitchen cleaning up the mess. "We are just friends, you can come and have a drink with us too one day okay baby? I promise you, theres nothing to worry about," Y/N stop and smile at him, leaning in to give him a short kiss. "Jeon Jungkook, you are still the one that I want. Always,"

/////

Well, dont worry she said. But how can he not when all Y/N seems to do these days are running off to meet Jae Hee. Sometimes, Jungkook even feel like Y/N is purposely avoiding him. It must just be his imagination right? But how can he not think that way. Y/N even brings Nara with her sometimes. And it makes Jungkook's blood boils even more when Nara still calls him "Appa Jae Hee". He cant blame the girl, Jae Hee practically raised her, and she knew him way longer than she knew Jungkook, but really, there must be a limit to all this bullshit?

"When are you going to propose to her you scared little shit?" Namjoon suddenly asks while all 7 boys are hanging out during one of their lazy days.

"Stop living in sin Kook. Get married already," Jin laughed, earning himself a glare.

"I would marry her right now if I could hyung, but how am I supposed to even plan this proposal when all she does is run off to that Jae Hee oppa," Jungkook imitates Y/N's girly voice as he mention his name. "Do you think they have something going on?"

"Maybe. Im sure that Jae Hee dude has a better dick game than you. And maybe Y/N is regretting leaving him now," Yoongi casually remarks, eyes never leaving the television screen.

"Fuck you hyung. Not helping," Jungkook snarled.

Yoongi shrugged, not even bothered.

"Oh calm down Kook, theres nothing going on. Shes just busy. Her academy is really doing well you know," Jimin smiles at him. "Want to come with me to meet Soori? We can go eat something. You will feel better after," Jimin offered.

"Oh well, might as well. I rather go and spend time with bitch face than watch this boring show with hyung who will fall asleep anyway," he glares at Yoongi.

"You know, for someone who just did something nice for you, you should really stop calling my girlfriend bitch face," Jimin glares and Jungkook chuckles, following his hyung out.

"Sorry Jiminie, shes a proven bitch and I still dont know how you ended up with her," Jungkook laughs. Jimin ans Soori. The two met when they both attend the same music show during their last schedule and in a matter od minutes, just like that love blooms and they have been dating ever since. Jungkook and Soori are on good terms after what happened between them, of course, but shes still just an annoying girl to him and also, he just likes to annoy his hyung by saying it out loud.

"So.... Chim told me you are proposing! Did you do it yet?" Soori asked excitedly, hugging Jimin's arm as they walked. Jungkook shot his hyung a glare, who just replied with a grin.

"Really hyung? You have to tell her?" Jungkook rolls his eyes at the lovesick couole. Why did he even agree to join them? Free food doesnt seem worth it now.

"Sorry Kookie. What I know, she knows. What she knows, I know. We are like one entity now. Right sweetheart?" Jimin looks at her with adoring eyes.

"Urgh, shes anything but sweet. Bitter and disgusting maybe," Jungkook said under his breath.

"I heard that brat,"

"Meant for you and the missus to hear hyung. Not a liar here," Jungkook grins and Soori rolls her eyes.

"Oh wait. Just wait here okay! Dont move," Jimin suddenly runs off after seeing something before Jungkook and Soori can say anything.

"Where did your short boyfriend went to now?" Jungkook sighed.

"How can Y/N fall in love with a potty mouth like you I'll never know Jeon Jungkook," Soori glares.

"But you still used to love me babe," Jungkook smirks.

"Yeah, keyword used to brat," Soori bites back. "But anyway, tell me about the proposal! Whats your plan? Did you pick the right ring?" Soori suddenly gasps. "You didnt, did you?!"

"Yah! What do you take me for? I have found the perfect ring for my queen. In fact, I have it right here," Jungkook pats his pockets. "Want to see?"

"Hell yeah! I want to see your ugly taste," Soori giggles and Jungkook took out the box and opens it, showing off a huge square cut diamond.

"Woah,"

"Whos the one with the bad taste now?" Jungkook grins and is about to close the box when it slipped and fell on the pavement. In panic, he crouched down and starts to look for it. Luckily, he found it easily, although the ring has slipped out from the box. He picked it up and was about to get up when he heard a loud gasp. Jungkook turns around and saw Y/N, mouth wide open, looking back and forth from Jungkook and Soori.

"Baby!" Jungkook grins at the sight of her. He cant help it. He just loves her too much. "What are you doing h-"

"JEON JUNGKOOK, HOW COULD YOU?! W-with HER?!" Y/N yells out and ran away with teary face, leaving Jungkook confused until Jimin appear seconds later behind him, holding a bouquet of flowers, laughing. That jerk went to get flowers? In the middle of walking?

"Are you proposing to my girlfriend while I'm gone?" Jimin laughs. "The media is going to have a field day aboit this,"

"Huh? What are you eveb talking about hyung? Y/N just- " Jungkook, still in confusion suddenly realizes that he is in a kneeling position, with a ring in his hand, held out in front of a girl. In front of Soori.

And Y/N didnt know Jungkook and Soori are friends now. She didnt know Soori is Jimin's girlfriend. It might seem like a stupid misunderstanding, if anyone is seeing how hard Soori and Jimin is laughing at the situation right now, but with Jae Hee in the picture, and Y/N avoiding him and his anxiety that Y/N is already bored of him.. this might just be his biggest nightmare.

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"Baby? Baby?!" Jungkook rushed into the house, slamming open the door, running around like crazy only to find Y/N in Nara's room, packing the girl's clothes with tears running down her face. Nara just sat at the corner, crying while hugging the big stuffed bunny Jungkook bought her when they first met.

"A-appa!"

Jungkook went and hug the little girl. "Dont be scared princess okay? Eomma is alright, let appa just talk to her. You saty in her and play with your bunny and your teddies," Jungkook smile and kisses Nara's forehead, making the girl stop crying and start to smile again. He immediately drags Y/N out from the room and closed the door, making sure Nara wont hear.

"Baby, what are you doing? Why are you packing?" He hold both of her shoulders.

"When do you plan to tell me huh Jungkook? When?! When you two are already happily married?!" Y/N sobs loudly, hitting his chest repeatedly. Jungkook grabs both of her wrists to stop her.

"Do you even hear yourself?! How could you think I would do that to you baby? Isnt my love for you and Nara all this while enough?" Jungkook peered into her eyes for answer but only more tears came out. "Its a misunderstanding. Wont you let me explain?!"

"I dont believe you!" Y/N tried to wriggle her wrist free but to no avail.

"Since when do you not want to listen to my explanation?" Jungkook's voice is laced with hurt. "I get it. Its Jae Hee isnt it? You want to be with Jae Hee so badly that you are finding a reason to leave me? Is that it?"

"What are you even talking about?!" Y/N is the one confused now. Why is Jungkook accusing her now? Hes the one who is caught proposing to his ex girlfriend, not her!

Jungkook scoffs.

"I love you Y/N. Im willing to give up anything and everything for you. But its not enough? It will always be Jae Hee isnt it? You will always want Jae Hee? Is that it?!" Tears of anger, deseperation and heart break roll down his cheeks as he wiped it angrily. "If thats what you want then fine! But Nara is my daughter! I am not letting you and t-that guy take her away from me!"

"Jungkook, what are you talking about?! Its not like that!" Y/N is confused on how the situation is suddenly reversed. Why is she in the wrong now? "How could you say that?"

"How could I?" Jungkook looks at her with sad eyes. "How could I not when all you do lately is avoiding me and spending time with him..."

"Y-you noticed?"

Jungkook nods weakly. He had sensed it but everybody says hes wrong. But Y/N is not denying it. Not at all. Hes right. the family he tried to built all this while is crumbling down. The family he just got back is soon going to be gone, again.

"Does he... atleast makes you and Nara happy?" Jungkook takes a deep breath and finally asks the dreadful question.

Y/N takes a step forward and with teary eyes carressed his cheeks. Jungkook leans in, knowing this is the last time he would feel her touch.

"Jungkook.. no one in this world could make me and Nara happier,"

"T-then why? Is it something I do? Something I didnt do? Something I say?" Jungkook asks weakly, but he knows theres no use.

"I-" Y/N looks down. "Jungkook... I-I..." she bravely lifts her scared eyes towards him. "I'm pregnant,"

"W-what?!" Jungkook felt his heart stopped. How? When? "W-with Jae Hee's baby? Y-you cheated on me?" Jungkook couldnt believe what hes hearing.

"What?!" Y/N almost shouted from the accusation. Jungkook is gettinf all this totally wrong. "No! Its your baby Jeon Jungkook! I'm pregnant with our second child! And Jae Hee.. hes my doctor,"

"Huh?"

"I am pregnant. With our child. And i always meet Jae Hee because hes my doctor Kookie,"

"B-but that doesnt explain why you are avoiding me?"

"W-well... I was afraid,"

"Afraid? Of what?" Jungkook lifts her face so she would look at him.

"We just got back together for a year after a looong separation Kookie. And I am scared you werent ready to start this with me.. I dont want you to leave me. I dont think I can live without you," Y/N looks down sadly.

"Oh baby," Jungkook pulls her close and hugs her. "Leave you? That would never happen. Even if I die, I'll haunt you and our kids baby," he laughs. "I am so happy baby, so so happy. Another little Jeon? With you? Whats there to be scared of?" Jungkook grins, showing his bunny smile.

"But I was right wasnt I? You were getting back togethet with Soori. I saw you proposed, and the ring-"

"The ring is for you,"

"Huh?"

"Its for you. Its your engagement ring," Jungkook held her hand and grins widely. "Baby, I have had this ring for months now. I have been called stupid by my hyungs a million time because I still hasnt propose. Truth is, I am afraid too. I am afraid you think that we are moving too fast. I am afraid that you still dont trust me fully, or feel like I am not a good enough appa to Nara. I am afraid that you dont love me as much, but most of all I am afraid that you dont still want me," Jungkook keeps looking into her eyes as he kneels down on one knee, still holding her hands. "But today, today I realized that yes, I am afraid of those things, but there is nothing more that I am afraid of than you not being mine. Than waking up without you and Nara by my side. I've been through that before and I dont ever want to feel that again. Baby, will you do me the honors to be wife, for life?" He grins widely.

"Jeon Jungkook, do you even have to ask? Yes! A million times yes!" Y/N squeals and Jungkook stood up, slipping the ring through her finger.

"I love you Y/N. You, Nara and our little Jeon," he rubs her still flat tummy lovingly, "I will love you forever.but what about you? Do you still love me? Do you still want me?”

Y/N giggles at his question. The question he once asked her before, a year ago in the little coffee shop.

“I do. I love you. I will always want you, Jeon Jungkook. Always. You are still the one for me, forever and always,"

#bts #bangtan boys #bangtan #bangtan seonyeondan #bangtan scenarios #jeon jungkook #bts jeon jungkook #jungkook #BTS jungkook #jungkook drabble #jungkook fluff #jungkook fanfic #kpop #kpop fanfic #kpop scenario #kpop merch

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queeniewriteshockey · 6 years ago

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Okay prompt: watching bjd playing baseball in a pick up league over the summer with a big group of mutual friends and you're in a flirty friendship and he wants to ask you out but he's a bit too nervous but then gets jealous when one of his team mates is flirting with you but you realize that he's jealous and it's all cute. I love you!

This is so cute!

I love you for this.

I hope you enjoy!!

The sun is high and the sweat drips from everyone around you, not just the guys in the field or the ones swinging the bat. It’s unseasonably warm, but you barely notice it. You’re too focused on the game, have been for the hour or so that it’s been going on. Your fingers are laced between the chainlink that separates you from the guys in the dugout and you lean against the metal, careful to let only the cloth of your clothing tough it lest you find yourself with a diamond-shaped burn on your skin.

You’re talking to one of the guys on the team, a friend of yours. He’s funny and sweet, kind of cute, but he’s not really your type. You humor him, though. Let him flirt and even give him a few laughs back. It’s not a big deal. The guy is harmless. You’ve known him since you were five. You’ve got no interest in him.

A loud banging from the other side of the dugout pulls your attention from your conversation but it’s your other friend that speaks first. The metal bat that had been dropped to the ground rolls out of view before you’re even aware of what’s happened

“Dude,” he said, voice slow and lazy, “what the hell?”

Your focus isn’t on the guy in front of you, but on the tall blond making the noise. Brendan’s bright blue eyes flash for a moment and his jaw clenches. You know that look, at least, partially.

“Fuck off,” he says. The flat emotion in his voice doesn’t match the emotion he’d just displayed. “You’re on deck. Pay attention.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Brendan’s teammate says. “I’ll catch you late,” he adds, turning back to you. “I gotta go save this team.”

You laugh a little and add a roll of your eyes as he walks away. The two boys, don’t say anything to each other, even as they collide at the shoulders and take their leave of each other.

“What the hell, Brendan?” You ask as you watch the other guy stumble out of the dugout. Brendan had a good four inches on the other guy, the shoulder check didn’t seem to phase him in the slightest. Though, perhaps that was because he was used to checks like that.

“He was holding up the game. He wasn’t paying attention.”

He wasn’t holding up the game, but you kept that to yourself. He was on deck, not up to bat. “He was talking to me.”

“Yeah, and he wasn’t paying attention to the game.”

“You’re talking to me.” You counter, poking a whole in his argument.

“I’m out. I’m not holding things up.” He sits down a little harder on the bench that is advisable and crosses his arms over his chest. His long body stretches out in front of him and you can no longer see his face. “What were you talking about, anyway?” He asks.

“Nothing,” you tell him honestly.

“Didn’t look like nothing.” His voice is sour and bitter.

“What’s that mean?” You ask.

He doesn’t give you an answer, just shrugs one of his large shoulders. A scowl paints your lips, trying to understand his mood. The team was winning, it wasn’t that.

“Are you jealous?” You ask him, finally. It’s a silly question and you can’t help but giggle a little. Brendan, jealous you were talking to another guy? Yeah right. He hasn’t made a single move on you. He’s given you no indication that he was interested in you. You didn’t think, anyway.

The silence that settles between the two of you is telling, tough and you pull back a little from the fence to look at him, what you could see anyway. “Are you?”

He shrugs again, his head turning in the opposite direction of where you stood to his side.

You poke your fingers through the links in the fence, touching his arm. “You don’t need to be jealous. I don’t like him like that.”

Brendan shrugs again. It seems words have all but vanished from his being.

“If you’re that jealous, maybe you should ask me out instead of pouting. I’m going to go sit in the stands. Find me after the game.” You turn to leave but pause for a moment, “if you want to take me out tonight, that is. If not, don’t bother.”

The game ended quicker than you expected, but you didn’t really want to hang around and celebrate. You were a little angrier than you’d let on and maybe a little hurt that Brendan had acted the way he had. In the stands, watching him play, you’d been left to your own thoughts. Turning the entire conversation over in your head. It was far easier to make yourself believe that he wasn’t going to look for you after the game. It felt like a dull knife slipping through your heart but it was better than getting your hopes up.

Fingers wrapped around your arm just as you hit the pavement of the sidewalk a few paces away from the bleachers. “You said you’d wait.” His voice is softer than it had been before.

A sigh slips from your lips as your heart speeds up. “I didn’t think you’d show up.”

“Do you want me to leave?”

“No, Brendan. I want you to ask me out.”

“Will you go out with me?”

A smile spreads across your face and you nod at his words. “I thought you’d never ask.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You better be.” You shrug out of his hold and step away from him. “Pick me up in an hour. You need to go home and shower.”

He lets out a bark of laughter and nods. “See you in an hour.”

#Brendan De Jong Imagine #Brendan De Jong #BDJ Imagine #BDJ #Anonymous

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pooklet · 7 years ago

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unaesthetic asks (anon edition)

i usually use a psd for asks to make them look nice and transparent and number them but tbh it’s just keeping me from answering asks quickly, having to shift layers around and stuff. so this is me literally cutting and pasting the text of some asks into a text post instead, sry.

if i did not answer yr thing here i lost/never got the ask, need a separate post to answer it (community lot anon), or worked myself into an anxious lather when i did not have an immediate response at the ready and fled into the woods to hide inside an old damp log and mutate slowly into a creature composed entirely of moss.

1) hey friend i think i can actually help with this one! slig did my poor lover for momma lisa, and has a few of my other skins linked to different body meshes in this tag here. @asimplevampire also did rehash for androgyny. those are the two i know off the top of my head but if anyone else knows any others pls reply to this post!

i don’t personally make showerproof skintones for body meshes because i a) am lazy and b) don’t usually take pics of my sims in the shower or naked in general so the occasional floating head just gives me a lil chortle when it does happen.

2) yis, it is the second to last one in this post by @magpieplayssims with a bunch of face masks piled on.

3) i use a personal edit of gunmod’s 3.1 A camera which alters the, like, central pivot axis so i can swing the camera underground into any basements i might be using. as a result, whenever i load the lot, it starts me off zoomed inside the floor, you just gotta zoom out with the scroll wheel to get above ground and it works normally from there. i haven’t figured out how to mitigate this while still being able to access underground rooms. which is why my edit never got its own post, but i did share it here.

4) nah, not really. i mean i have an outdated one at the back of my catalogue but my face is boring to me cuz i see it every day n stuff & i’m less and less interested in making human features now that custom sliders have let me go absolutely mad with power.

5) ye sorry i put that on my to-do list and promptly forgot about it cuz my brain seems to think that putting something on a list means it’s done forever now!!!! but now it’s actually done and i’m fixing the other links too.

6) yr phone is a craven liar and i will not stand for this libel. earlier today i was genuinely bewildered by a discussion about channing tatum cuz i thought his name was tatum channing. i sat there for minutes, convinced that there were two guys in hollywood one named channing tatum and the other named tatum channing and wondering if that ever got confusing for them.

7) u would be surprised, friend! my memory is a lawless wasteland but i do not end up chatting back and forth w/ many ppl b/c i am a seething pit of social anxiety. if we talked, like, more than twice, i probs remember u!

8) omg i was about to be like “nah i never made nosemasks for those” but that is a fucking lie of the highest caliber, i totally did make one (1) set and then forgot entirely about it. i will post them with the next batch of bodyshop content which should be Shortly (and if i don’t just yell @ me and i’ll just lazily put them on sfs and link them in a reply).

also thank u anon i am glad u like my content! :D

9) omg thank u so much anon that is so sweet of u to say!! truly i don’t feel like i have accomplished a whole lot beyond managing to snag @resurrection-failed but that is definitely the Best thing i could accomplish so i am 100% fine w/ that

10) oh ts4. i want to play it real bad but i have discovered that playing games that are still being updated and could break at any moment due to a new patch or ep gives me hives. esp when it’s sims games b/c those are held together exclusively w/ wishes and prayers as it is. they’re like the bottom panel of an expanding brain meme on spaghetti coding. at least when the game is Done there nothing else for EA to break (... right?). plus i only have base+pets and no money to throw at the other expansions so i could maybe download 1/10th of the cc available out there ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

but i am excited to be late af to the party. lemme tell u. thank u for saying such nice things, anon!! i hope u have a good day also. like, lots of ‘em.

11) hey anon! it’s built into tumblr’s text editor. u type the text first, highlight it, and click on the fourth button that looks like a slouchy figure 8 to insert yr link. i’m not sure if it’s the same on mobile, tho, cuz the tumblr mobile app is self-elected torture.

12) i do not right now but i can make one. idk if it would interest you but i am also doing a big ol’ blend of the hq eyes and wifezaya’s favorite ephemera mist eyes and will make a default version of those too when they are done.

13) nah i am still using my v3 texture for straight hairs and for waves or natural hair i just use nouk’s originals. i’m old-fashioned and boring. if u need help w/ making yr own, tho, i would suggest checking out @furbyq’s tutorial here!

14) hey friend! i did have plans to do that, in that vague way where i have plans to do many things but most of the time end up taking a five-hour nap under a cat instead or watchin game grumps. luckily, @digitalangels is a doll and did it for me so consider this my official endorsement. i am pooklet and i approve this action.

15) hey anon. when did i call it that?? i think usually i just call it marriage or equal marriage if i need to specify (or gay marriage if i’m feelin Spicy cuz nonbinary-for-nonbinary is pretty gay). if i did say same-sex it was probs w/ implied air-quotes since that was the term du jour when we got married, which was 3+ years before the supreme court mandate, when it was only legal in some places and everyone was still ‘‘‘‘debating’’’’ the ‘‘‘‘issue’’’’ of queers gettin all married.

16) i been gatherin’ links for u anon but lemme look around a lil more. i will either give this its own post or add it as its own section in the resource post that is like .... five years overdue. meanwhile if anyone reading this has anything they either know is made for dark skin or works well universally or knows of a list like this that already exists, i would appreciate links!

17) I KNOW THAT’S YOU, AZAYA

#anonymous #pooklet replies #wcif #pazooka #pooklet irl #sims 2 #ts2 #also if u got cakebread wcifs plssss ask me on dreamwidth #in the post in question #with a link to the picture

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spoofenshmirtz · 7 years ago

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i’ve been seeing people complaining about how much akechi there is in the anime, even people who say they’re fans of him, and lemme just. comment on that for a little bit [p5 and p5a spoilers under the cut, naturally]

first of all, yes, it does feel weird seeing the cameos of him throughout the first four episodes - because we know who he is and what he’s done. to people familiar with the games, it’s weird seeing him appear with no context like this for an entire month of episodes.

but, i’d like to say that with tonight’s episode, the cameos proved themselves worthwhile. because tonight, akechi’s role as a detective, in particular the detective opposing the phantom thieves, was finally solidified. he had cameos throughout the first four episodes to build up to the reveal of who he is and what he does, and now, his role has been made explicit by having him show up at leblanc and prove his existence to ren, who’s just agreed to continue the phantom thieves business together with ryuji, ann and morgana.

is this weird to people who have played the games? probably, yes! in the game, we never met him by name until after madarame, and this time around, he’s been introduced to us before we’ve even met yusuke! it’s throwing us off a bit because it’s not what we’ve been expecting; however, to someone unfamiliar with akechi’s role, i bet he’s just now had his role and existence validated by having him appear as a detective right after ren and his friends have agreed to continue their criminal activities. his rivalry with the phantom thieves will now come off more natural; and with him appearing at leblanc and monologuing to ren about detectives and rivals (while reading fucking lupin vs holmes), so will probably his attention towards ren. he’s met ren, now; his interest in him post-madarame (unless it shows up even earlier in the anime!) might seem more natural if he already knows the boy, if he’s already met him.

what i’m saying is, akechi’s role in the game is so undermined. he could have been played off as such a great rival character, but he’s always kind of shoved aside to give space to other things, especially with how they treated his betrayal. in the anime, they’ve gone the complete opposite way around and have chosen to utilize his rival potential; how it’s gonna change future events, i can’t even imagine. i’m pretty sure most things will play off the same up until sae’s palace, but what they’ll do with akechi after that, i have no idea.

(i’m still rooting for an akechi lives route. i really want him to get to witness shido’s breakdown and confession. i’ll forever stand by his “death” being a much too lazy and weak “redemption”; his sacrifice is little more than accepting and asking for forgiveness for what he did to the phantom thieves directly, seeing as they’re the only ones who gain anything from it. for all his other crimes, it’s more akin to running away from it, choosing death instead of atoning for his sins. him surviving and facing his crimes would be much more satisfying, in particular for the phantom thieves since akechi wouldn’t have to end up “the one they could never save”, in that case. i want him to live! please?)

does akechi being given more space in the anime undermine other characters? maybe a little bit. but, keep in mind that we’re only five episodes into a series that’s likely to be 24+ episodes long. everyone’s gonna get plenty of time to grow as characters, and akechi’s only had like four cameos and two proper scenes so far. everyone else still has more screentime than akechi, his cameos don’t steal time from other characters, and in some cases, he doesn’t even take away time from other characters by appearing in the same scenes as them! and him coming to leblanc in sae’s company is a nice touch, that sae actually brought him there!

am i extremely biased in this question? yes. absolutely. it’s no secret that i’m head over heels for this bastard. but i also recognize his lack of utilized potential in the game. as much as people like thinking that him being so controversial is proof of how complex and interesting he is as a character, i don’t think you’ve done a character well if half the fanbase outright hate them and half claw at your feet begging for more content. i love both komaeda and ouma and i still think that the controversy and hate surrounding akechi fucking obliterates the controversy surrounding either of those characters. it’s ridiculous how torn opinions of akechi are, and if they’d done him better and made his redemption more satisfying, maybe some people wouldn’t be so quick to outright hate him?

what i’m trying to get at is, i’m hoping the akechi content in the anime will just, do him better. make his involvement feel more earned, more natural. as it stands in the game, he feels kind of forced on you, which i can understand makes lots of people kind of angry with his involvement. like they’re forced to witness this random dude kinda flirt, kinda approach you from weird angles, and then this same dude goes and tries to murder your ass twice. i’m hoping the anime will make his involvement more natural, his interest in and interactions with ren more smooth. because they really are not in the game. they’re not. i love every second i get with him, but it pains me how dirty they play him, and i’m really only seeing how bad they did him while watching let’s plays of p5. there’s a lot of specific interactions that i can’t wait to see how they’ll do in the anime, if they’ll do them right or make the same mistakes the game did; but, judging by how they’ve changed stuff so far, it doesn’t seem plausible that they’ll go the same route again. luckily!

GOD i’m typing up a storm. another point though, it’s not like akechi is the only character who gets some added fluff. ryuji’s renren scene is stuck in my brain forever. ann got to see shiho, on screen, after she woke up from the coma. really, most of the stuff being explicitly cut from the anime as opposed to the game seems to be from the downtime, when you hang out with confidants and choose your own time. and it’s good that it’s being cut, because there’s already so much story to get through without considering the social links!

(on that point, seeing as akechi and morgana are the only teammates whose social links aren’t optional to advance, it would kind of make sense that akechi would be showing up so much..! despite how much i wish they would’ve made akechi optional as well, if for nothing else then just to not make his betrayal so goddamned obvious. i get that the way they played it off made the reveal that you always knew he was gonna betray you the big surprise rather than him shooting you in the head, but goddamn if it doesn’t make me salty after realizing that, because it just adds to how upsetting it is that you never tried a different approach with akechi. you always knew he was gonna do something, so why did you wait until the very last second to retaliate? and choose to use him, a guy you already knew has a rough background and a deep-seated grudge against adults, as a tool in your own convoluted plan? what the fuck, phantom thieves?)

i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to write so much. i just want to point out how akechi’s actually getting a relevant role in the anime, as opposed to the game, and that that’s the main reason why people are so weirded out by his appearances and cameos. it’s not bad that he’s appearing a lot, y’all, it’s a narrative choice to give akechi space to grow, for one goddamn time! it’s all very deliberate, and maybe it does pander to akechi fans, but where’s the harm in that? akechi deserved better and i’m thrilled to see someone make a damned effort, at the very least!

tl;dr: akechi’s cameos and increased number of appearances in the anime as opposed to the game only seems weird because we already know who he is and what he does; the purpose the cameos actually serve is building him up, as a character, to give him a proper role of the detective opposing the phantom thieves, as opposed to him being carelessly shoved in at awkward moments in the game and never being quite utilized as a rival. he’s being given relevance in the anime and that’s absolutely not a bad thing!

#p5a spoilers #personablogging #i understand peoples feelings surrounding this but also: lol #spoovy's thoughts

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just-another-winchester · 7 years ago

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IM HIRING (you don't get paid but I'm still hiring.)

Okay guys, here's what's happening.

If I ever get to use a damn laptop I'll explain further but for right now I'm on mobile and this thing is Shit, so here goes.

The game I've been playing all week? Choose your own adventure?

I'm enjoying it, deeply, but it's a lot of work because I'm trying hard to make each answer individual. Once like, eight people chose A I couldn't go individual for that.

I had to cut down and I am only responding to five people for it at this moment. I wanna explain what my plans are.

I didn't think I would get the response I did. I figured maybe two people would play along, I ended up with more than ten.

If you were one that I dropped, I'm sorry, I feel really bad about it, but I honestly just couldn't keep up. To those of you I haven't dropped, I don't have a laptop therefore I can't reply at the moment, I might be able to this afternoon, but your adventures are archived in my Google docs and I can't edit when I'm on mobile.

I'M GOING TO MAKE THIS A THING!

I don't wanna promise too much, but I'm going to try and do this every other week. Thanks to the brilliant mind of my dear friend Katy, I now have a way to do that.

I will make a doc on Google and release the link to the page. On said page will be the theme of the month, angst, fluff, or something more than just that.

I will be writing down each week that I plan to do something.

Each week I will write for FIVE PEOPLE ONLY

You can look at the weeks I will be doing something and choose which week you would like to join. ONE WEEK PER MONTH THOUGH.

If you see five people are already in a week, don't add yourself. I will be making a template where I ask your name, your URL and if the boys are your brothers, just your friends, if there's a relationship or if it's complicated.

Once five spots are taken up I will highlight it. I will be checking it every week at least.

This will be starting in January.

That all being said, I'm a lazy person, and I might be getting a job soon. So, IM LOOKING FOR A SUBSTITUTE!?

If anyone is willing to help me write or step in when I'm not up to writing, LEAVE ME AN ASK!? I love doing these already but I don't wanna push myself if I'm not well, if I have a substitute that would be a lot easier on me.

That's all I have for now, lemme know what you guys think!!!!

LOVE YOU ALL!!!!!!! 😁😁😁😎😎😎😎😎😎😎👏👏👏👏👏👏

#CYA #supernatural #Supernatural interactive #Choose Your Own Adventure #Sam and Dean interactive #ACCEPTING HELP!

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queen-of-deans-booty · 8 years ago

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You Can’t Escape Your Past P.3

Characters: Bodyguard!Dean x Chef!Reader, mysterious third character

Word Count: 3,161

Warnings: fluffy angst, getting more into the plot and all but nothing too bad

Request: You and Dean take a much needed vacation to Cape Town for your two year anniversary. You thought it would be perfect and everything you ever wanted. What happens when your past decided to catch up with you?

Author’s Note: This is the first part of a 4 or 5 part mini series! If you want to be tagged, leave an ask or message and I’ll add you! Same goes for my Series Rewrite! If you want to request a fic, please send them in! I love writing what you guys want!

I would link the first and second part but it may break the tags and I don’t want that.

Feedback is always appreciated

Tags at the bottom

This vacation was supposed to be about you and Dean, never about the terror you were feeling. You were probably overreacting like you always did but you didn’t care. That note freaked you out and now that the place was trashed, you felt like you couldn’t feel safe anymore.

You had Dean and you knew he would always protect you but not even he could settle the dread from deep inside you. Some part of you hoped that whatever was happening, that it only was going to happen this once and you would forget about it and laugh later in life.

You hated waking up in fear. You didn’t like it at all. Dean was still sleeping and you got up, hoping that you wouldn’t wake him. You walked downstairs slowly, looking around the now clean living room. You sighed and knew you were just being paranoid but that didn’t seem to ease your spirits.

You didn’t feel like cooking and just made yourself some coffee, pouring a cup. You walked outside on the patio, looking at the ocean. It was so nice in the morning and the ocean looked so peaceful. No one was out here which was good since you wanted to enjoy the peace and quiet.

You sipped your coffee, leaning on the railing as your head swarmed with thoughts. You must have been out there for maybe 30 minutes before you felt a presence behind you. You jumped, turning around but relaxed when you saw it was only Dean.

“Hey, you’re okay. It’s just me.” He said, holding a cup of coffee. You sighed and turned back around, going back to looking at the ocean.

“I’m sorry, I just don’t feel comfortable.” You said quietly.

“Look, why don’t we stay in today, watch some Netflix in our pajamas, eat your amazing cooking and just have a lazy day today. You’ll see that nothing else will happen and then tomorrow, we can go out and have some fun at the beach or at the mall. This time, we will make sure every door and window are locked.” Dean suggested, pressing his body against yours.

“I love that idea.” You said, turning only your head and capturing his lips with yours. You had an easy morning, watching some of your favorite shows while you ate some delicious pancakes you made for yourself and Dean.

Then, after that, you had a nice lunch along with some card games that he came up with. They were mostly Strip anything you can think of but you had a lot of fun with him. By nightfall, you hung out on the beach right outside your rented house and sat on the sand, watching the sun go down.

“Thank you for today. It meant a lot to me.” You said, looking up at him.

“Anything for you.” Dean said, leaning his head down so he was kissing you upside down. You moaned in appreciation and kissed back, loving the feel of the skin to skin contact. You pulled away and turned back to the sea, enjoying being in Dean’s arms and hearing the calming waves crash on the shore.

Life was perfect again.

The next morning, Dean was the one to be up first. Your eyes fluttered the moment the sun reached them through the flimsy curtains. You groaned and turned your head, looking at the spot where Dean was last night. You ran your hand over the spot and sighed when you found it more cold than warm.

Dean must have been up for a while then. You got up and stretched, feeling a lot better than you were yesterday. You got up, placing one of Dean’s other shirts on you before heading downstairs. You could hear him singing along to a song that he loved and when you walked into the kitchen, there he was, cooking you breakfast.

“Now, if all I had to do was be a little bit paranoid to get you to cook for me, I would have done it a long time ago.” You said, leaning against the door frame. Dean turned around and gave you a wink, going back to the food.

“Well, you made all of our meals so far and I just wanted this to be a way of saying thank you.” Dean said, placing the food on plates.

“You know, there are other ways to say thank you, you know.” You said with a smirk, walking to the island and taking a seat. Dean set the food in front of you and gave you another wink, kissing you briefly on the lips.

“I know. I haven’t forgotten about that,” Dean said with a chuckle. He fixed himself a plate and sat next to you, digging in immediately. “So, how do you like it?”

“Well, if I had to choose,” You joked as Dean gave you a bitch face. “I’m kidding. It’s perfect. Like you. Thank you.”

You two ate the rest of the meals in perfect silence, Dean doing the dishes after both of you were done.

“So, I was thinking today we can go around town to those old stores just for fun, you know? I know how much you love antique stores and thrift shops.” Dean said, wiping his hands.

“That sounds wonderful. Let me just take a shower first.” You said, getting up.

“You know, it would be a shame to use all their water. I think we should save it.” Dean said, trying to hint at something other than showering.

“Dean, if you want to see me naked, all you have to do is ask.” You teased, grinning at him.

“Well, then, if you put it like that…” Dean grinned and swept you off your feet bridal style, marching up the steps. You laughed and held onto him, feeling a lot better than you were from yesterday. This was good because now, in Dean’s arms, you didn’t feel afraid.

You took a longer shower than you two anticipated but you didn’t care one bit. You two got dressed quickly and before you knew it, you were in the car, content with how you left the house. Before you left, you had checked every door and window twice before Dean pulled you away. You were always a worry wart and Dean was always there to calm you down.

Once you felt safe, Dean pulled away from the house and drove down to the little outdoor “mall” that was right across the beach.

“Wow, Dean, we have to go in here!” You exclaimed, getting out of the car. You pointed to a really small but really cute boutique store. Dean chuckled and let you drag him along to whatever store you wanted to look at.

“Dean, how do you like this one?” You picked up a big sun hat and put it on, posing for your boyfriend. He laughed as he watched you, taking out his phone to snap a couple of photos.

“Looking real nice, babe.” He said with a smile. You giggled as you put the hat away and moved on to something else that caught your eye. You spent a good hour in this store, trying on clothes, making Dean try on accessories that you should have bought for him.

He was glad that you were just having fun and not worrying about things that didn’t matter. You honestly forgot about the note and the break in because you were having so much fun. You dragged Dean to a perfume type shop and had to get his opinion on everything you liked. You dragged him to a thrift shop and played dress up with him.

The other patrons looked at you weird but you didn’t care. You and Dean were having so much fun here. You had a nice lunch at a little restaurant that had an amazing view of the beach that was crowded with people. You took him to a small book store which led you to staying there for a few hours, despite Dean complaining the whole time.

If there was one thing Dena hated, it was reading. But you loved it and you were so entailed in the books, always wanting more than what the summary provided. So, you may or may not have bought the entire section of the mystery novels. Those were your favorite to read.

After that, you hung out of the beach for a while, just enjoying behind in each other’s arms. You went out for ice cream and had the cookie dough while Dean had the mint. It was honestly the perfect day and nothing could ruin this for you.

You were laughing on the way back to the car, putting your things in the trunk. You both got in and Dean took off. You reached for his hand that wasn’t on the wheel and squeezed it, kissing the back of it.

“Thank you for today. It was so refreshing and fun. I wish we have stores like that back in New York.” You said.

“We do if you look hard enough.” Dean said with a laugh.

“Yeah, probably, but I love stores that make me smile when I walk inside. The stores back home are great but they don’t give me the feeling I got with these stores.” You said, looking at him.

“So, you want to marry those stores?” Dean teased you.

“Maybe, why, you jealous?” You teased back.

“Maybe.” He said with a sly smirk. You didn’t say anything else after that. The rest of the ride was in silence, expect the fact that you had the windows down and the breeze flowing through your hair. You grinned when you got home.

Suddenly, you remembered what happened yesterday and you tensed up. Dean seemed to know this because he took your cheeks in his hand and looked in your eyes.

“Everything is going to be okay. The house is going to be perfectly normal.” Dean assured you. You nodded and got out, going to the trunk to get your things. You walked inside, seeing how the kitchen was normal but it was normal last time.

You walked into the living room, expecting to see it as a mess but no, it was just how you left it. You looked at Dean who nodded, giving you a smile. You walked up the stairs and into your bedroom, but just as downstairs, it was how you left it.

“Wow, I guess it was just someone who was trying to get a scare.” You said to Dean, setting the bags on the bed. Dean slinked up to your back, grabbing your waist and pressing kisses to your neck.

“See? I told you there was nothing to worry about.” Dean said, nibbling on your soft spot. You moaned and closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling while it lasted. Suddenly, the doorbell rung and you pulled away from Dean with a frown.

“Were you expecting someone?” You asked.

“No, were you?”

“No.” You walked out of his grasp and down the stairs to the front door. You peered out of the peep hole but just like on that first night, no one was there. You opened the door and frowned, seeing no one there. You looked down to see a package with your name scribbled on the top of it. You let out a shaky breath and picked it up, scanning the lot one more time before closing the door.

“Who is it?” Dean askes, walking down the stairs.

“No one. Well, I mean, they left this. With my name.” You looked at Dean with worry in your eyes. You walked to the kitchen and grabbed a knife, cutting the top of the package open. It as a shoe box and you frowned, opening the top. Inside there was a video camera with a sticky note that said “PLAY ME” on it and some pictures that were covered with a cloth, wrapped in a rubber band.

You looked at Dean with worry and took the camera out, placing it on the counter before picking the pictures up. You unwrapped them but dropped them with a gasp at what you saw. The very first picture was taken of you and Dean, kissing with his hands up your dress.

“What the fuck?” Dean said, taking the picture. The next one was of Dean with his mouth on one of your breasts. You suddenly felt like you were being violated. You felt like you were going to throw up but something inside you told you to keep looking.

You looked through all the pictures, each one of them being from your passionate night with Dean from the very first night. Very explicit pictures. Very close pictures as if the person was right inside the house.

You were trembling as you picked up the camera, turning it on and pressing play. Dean looking over your shoulder as you turned up the volume on it.

“Dean! Someone was in here!!” You screamed, running into the room. You gasped, seeing Dean run in behind you.

“I’m calling 911,” Dean said, taking out his phone. “Yes, we had a break in.” The video ended there and you didn’t know what to do with this information.

“Now you think it was just some shit prank by some bored teenagers? No, this is done intentionally. Oh, God, I feel so exposed. That person was in this house!” You said, wrapping your arms around your waist. Dean angrily looked through the photos again and he growled, shaking his head.

“That’s it, I’m calling the police.” Dean said, looking at the last picture.

“Dean, wait,” Dean looked at you like you were crazy but you couldn’t help but notice some red writing on the back of the picture Dean last looked at. You flipped it over, reading what was there.

Before you think about calling the police, just remember I know your deepest secret and it would be a shame if that got out. You killed the love of my life so now, I’m going to kill yours.

You gasped, covering your mouth with your hand.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, grabbing the picture.

“We can’t call the police.” You said, getting tears. You hoped to forget that night. You blamed yourself for it happening and you hoped to God that you would never have to bring that up again but like people always say, you can’t escape your past.

“What are you talking about? This is some sick joke, Y/N. We have to call the cops.” Dean said, picking up the phone.

“No! Dean, we can’t. Please don’t.” You said, letting the tears fall.

“What is going on? What is this deepest secret it says you have?” Dean asked, putting the phone down.

“I swore to myself that I would never talk about it again.” You said, your hands now shaking from fear.

“Well, obviously, someone knows about it. Tell me, please.” Dean said, taking the seat next to you.

“Dean, what I am about to tell you may or may not have you look at me differently. I love you and I don’t want to lose you.” You said, scared of that happening.

“Y/N, you’re not going to lose me. What is going on?”

“This happened way before I met you. This was when I was dating a man named Carter. I was in college, back when I barely saw Sam anymore. I barely saw you and I met Carter and we clicked. At the time, I thought I was in love. But anyway, me, him and my best friend Josie decided to go hiking. Josie was my best friend all throughout high school and I loved her like she was my sister.

“Her and Carter got along so well and I thought we would have a great time hiking. We took the weekend and hiked up some mountain, I forget the name of it. But we were laughing, had a few beers and everything seemed perfect.” You said, remembering what happened to you. The worst day of your life.

“Y/N, be careful, you don’t want to fall over the cliff.” Josie teased, walking with Carter.

“I’m not drunk. I promise you. If I was drunk, I would not be standing right now.” You said with a giggle. You may not be drunk but you might have been a bit buzzed. The path was narrow but not too narrow that you couldn’t take your eyes off the ground.

It was Carter who was first since he hiked up this mountain a lot so he knew where he was going. Then it was you and behind you, was Josie. You three made small talk, laughing up a storm when your foot got caught on a loose rock or something.

You slipped, falling back a little, knocking into Josie. She stumbled a bit, her foot catching on a rock and slipped. She screamed as she fell and you gasped, turning around, only to see her face as it disappeared over the edge of the cliff.

“Josie!!!!” You screamed. You slid to your knees and reached to grab her hand but you barely missed, only the tips of your fingers touching. But it was too late. She had fallen to her death on the rocks below. You stared at the bloody mess and you screamed out, tears blurring your vision.

“What the hell did you just do?!” Carter screamed at you, rushing down the mountain so he could check on her.

“I didn’t mean it. I just slipped.” You said, following him. The closer you got to her, the more your tears fell. There was no doubt in yours or Carter’s mind that she was dead.

“She fell before I could save her. It’s my fault she died, Dean.” You said, full on sobbing now. Dean stared at you, tears in his own eyes but he wasn’t going to leave you for this. He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you close.

“No, it wasn’t. You just slipped and she happened to be right there. This wasn’t your fault at all and I don’t like that you’ve been carrying around this guilt for so long. Her death was an accident.” Dean said, rubbing your back.

“You don’t hate me?” You asked, looking at him.

“Of course not. I could never hate you. This was an accident. The path was narrow, you slipped on some rocks and she just slipped as well.” Dean said, wiping your tears.

“Dean, I’m so sorry.” You said, looking at him. Dean leaned forward and kissed you softly, your lips tasting of salt but he didn’t mind at all.

“There is nothing to be sorry for because it was an accident.” Dean said when he pulled away.

“I know who’s been doing this.” You said, biting your lip.

“Who?” He asked. You grabbed the picture with the writing and sighed as you read it over one more time.

“Carter.”

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dramallamadingdang · 8 years ago

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Overdue Replies

Holy crap, this is long, OMG. I’m so sorry.

For @pensblr, @bunsblr, @shaonharryandpannisim, @newlibertysims, @fuzzyspork, @littleblondesim, @kayleigh-83, @penig, @damask-wallpaper, @acquiresimoleons, @sim-pudding-faces, @digitalangels, @celebkiriedhel, @unoriginalkirsten, @alicephant, annnnnnnnnnd @landgraab.

pensblr replied to your photoset “More paneling because I wanted some with narrower individual boards. I...”

Thank you! Love the high-res textures. Lately, I have been on a swap-out as many low-res textures as possible kick.

Ohhhhhh, then you are either going to love me or want to murder me in my sleep. Possibly both. :)

But yeah, I decided I wanted all the things high-res for this new Strangetown project. Mostly because I’m going to be photo-editing all the pictures and I want things as nice-looking as possible to start with and not have to worry about pixellation in the background if I’m taking close-ups and stuff. So, that means I have to make a lot of crap since I’m pretty much building a downloads folder from the ground up for it. Build mode first, since I’ll be building lots for the place soon...

bunsblr replied to your photoset “More paneling because I wanted some with narrower individual boards. I...”

One can never have enough paneling!

That’s my feeling! It’s versatile! You can use it inside as paneling or outside as vertical siding. Both were big mid-century, which is pretty much what I’ll be building so...yeah. One sets of walls, multiple purposes.

shaonharryandpannisim replied to your photoset “More paneling because I wanted some with narrower individual boards. I...”

I had resisted the pull of those sofas. But I can NOT, for the love of Maxis, resist THESE.

Resistance is futile. You will be assimilated. Your biological and technological distinctiveness will be added to our own.

newlibertysims replied to your photo “Napoleon, not being an asshole. For once. He actually got along quite...”

That street needs a Cat Licking sign.

Orrrrr the cat needs to stay out of the road. Then again, cats like roads. Nice and waaaaaaaaarm.... :)

fuzzyspork replied to your photo “Napoleon, not being an asshole. For once. He actually got along quite...”

It's a good thing random cars don't drive past the lots in TS2. XD

They do when you have that fire hydrant that makes car pool vehicles drive by occasionally! I’m not using that in this neighborhood, though. Not yet, anyway. I don’t reckon it has much vehicle traffic, what with there being only three households and all. :)

littleblondesim replied to your photoset “Meanwhile, over at the pool hall, schmoozing with Review Guy has its...”

http://www.wordlab.com/name-generators/ :)

See, I knew someone would point me at one! :) *is lazyass* Thank you!

kayleigh-83 replied to your post “Your game is so ugly. Maybe it's about time to step it up to 2017.”

In which my eyes roll so hard they fall out of my head and across the floor...... lmao honestly anon, get a life.

They have a life! IT IS FULL OF CHEAP WHISKEY! ;)

kayleigh-83 replied to your photo “I can’t be the only one who thinks the poses that Sim-kids strike...”

So agree! I kind of wish Sims retained some of it as they age, like maybe more active Sims stayed more "active" sleepers? Would have been extra cute!

It would have been! I mean, some people never grow out of being restless, flailing, bed-hogging sleepers. *side-eyes husband*

kayleigh-83 replied to your photo “Heh. Took a break from hurling invective at the game’s lighting to...”

That's such a creative idea to make Sim paintings out of it! I love hanging art or photography in my Sims homes that are of their own world, it adds a kind of realism I appreciate! Just like we would hang photos or paintings of our own world.

I have always kinda wanted to do the “take in-game pics and turn them into family pictures” thing...but I’ve never actually done it. One, because I just don’t have the patience to do posing. Two, because even if I had the patience I’m utterly bewildered by poseboxes. Like, how on Earth do you keep track of which box has what poses? Especially because most of them “helpfully” give the poses names like “Pose 1.” I’m just all WTF when it comes to them.

But I can do scenery pics as paintings/photos, yeah!

fuzzyspork replied to your photo “Heh. Took a break from hurling invective at the game’s lighting to...”

NICE! Also, if you ever want to hate something that used to be fun for you, just do it as your job for a while. XD

Exactly! That’s why I really didn’t want to be a musician when I grew up! I wanted to be an architect! Unfortunately, math and I have that whole hate/hate relationship going on, so no architecture degree for me! And, as it turns out, music is the only bankable talent I have, given that I have no interest in having a “real job” with bosses and stuff because I’d just get my ass fired if I tried to have one. So, here we are! Thankfully, it didn’t kill my lurve. Probably because it’s such a wide-ranging field, so if you hammer on one aspect of it as your job, there are all sorts of other things you can do for fun.

penig replied to your photoset “OK, game-graphics nerds! I haz question! (Yes, @celebkiriedhel, I’m...”

I had to look intensely to see what you were talking about. I do notice that in my game and I think of it as realism. Because you can see the lines between panels and breadths of wallpaper IRL.

Well, yeah, I can see that with wallpaper. It does have seams IRL, at least. But for flat painted walls, where the “gradient thing” is the most noticeable because there’s otherwise no pattern to distract your eye? Yeah, that doesn’t work as well. :) *still busily hurling invective at Maxis and their stupid lighting calculations and going why, why, WHYYYYYYYYY?!*

damask-wallpaper replied to your photoset “Technicolor was a series of processes used in filmmaking mostly...”

What a fun idea! Who doesn't love the technicolor look?

I love, love, love old movies, with a special fondness for B-movies from the 50s/60s done on the cheap with bad Technicolor when Technicolor was no longer cool. So, yeah, I love the look, myself, whether it’s done well or badly. I think it’ll be fun to photoedit pics for retro-Strangetown.

I kinda wonder if it might be possible to get ReShade to make the game itself look like it’s in Technicolor, but I’ve never managed to get ReShade to work with my TS2 install, so I can’t experiment with that. :(

acquiresimoleons replied to your photoset “Since his mama had decided to visit, Steven made a special dinner....”

Yaaay werewolf! (I'm pretty sure that's what's happening anyway lmao)

Yup, he’s a werewolf! :) I’ve always liked the transformation sequence in TS2. It’s so drama-ful. :)

sim-pudding-faces replied to your photo “And then it was time for Baby Aaron to grow up… Ermagerd, he’s cute!...”

Aww.. lil guy is trying to be stud at an early age, eh?

It’s all about the laydeez! Or maybe about the bois! Or maybe both! Dunno what he’ll like yet. But yes, a stud from infancy, he is. ;)

digitalangels replied to your post “Your game is so ugly. Maybe it's about time to step it up to 2017.”

I'd love to see how anon's game looks to see what is "stepping it up" in their books but I bet they're too much coward to give their name for us to see. And anyway, isn't half of the point in Sims games customizing it to look how *you* want *your* game to look like or have I been doing it wrong all these years?

Yeah, it’s kind of funny how such people who leave such messages don’t give you any points of reference. “Stepping it up” is meaningless without such things. I mean, how else are we to know if we’re “stepping it up” properly?

No, really, I think some people are just really offended by non-Maxis-match and/or using older CC and/or shinier hair/skin textures these days. But, I’m uninterested in Maxis-match (for my own game; I like looking at other Maxis-matchers’ pics, though!), and I like a bit of shine because we do not live in a matte/cartoony world, so such folks and me will just never see eye-to-eye when it comes to game aesthetics. And that’s OK by me, but apparently not by them. Or something. I’m still going with “bottle of whiskey + nothing better to do on a Friday night so let’s *hurr hurr* try to make people angry” theory. To each their own!

newlibertysims replied to your photo “GilsCarburg, in moody Technicolor. ;) OK gotta stop fiddling with this...”

Reminds me of lazy, hazy, crazy days of...fall. XD

Fall! Fall is good! I can’t wait to get this whole summer business over with! I need to live in a place where it’s fall year-round. Which pretty much means another planet, but hey! I’m game for that!

newlibertysims replied to your post “Your game is so ugly. Maybe it's about time to step it up to 2017.”

Nothing wrong with being 2008 hot. Just ask Jenna Marbles!

*had to look up Jenna Marbles because I’m totally un-hip to the whole “youtube personality” thing* But yeah! Totally! Other than finding my soulmate in 2013, I think this decade totally bites, personally. Actually, now that I think about it, so far this century ain’t so great, IMO. Tonight, we’re gonna party like it’s 1999. ;)

penig replied to your post “Your game is so ugly. Maybe it's about time to step it up to 2017.”

I think, from the voice of certain anons you've responded to lately that you've picked up my stalker. She doesn't like taking responsibility for what she says by putting a face on. And she is persistent as heck.

O RLY?! Oh, the fun we will have, then! Bring it on, anon, bring it on!

fuzzyspork replied to your link “Tips For Manipulating The Sourness Of Your Sourdough”

Ah! I needed this too! I always hated the sourdough we used to make because it was way too tangy (hubby loved it though). He works for a German company and one of the managers offered him some of her 100+ year old starter. I'll have to give it a shot.

Oh, yeah, totally. I’d definitely take her up on her offer. Even if it’s not to your taste to start, you can futz with it. You could even split it and develop a tangier starter and a not-so-tangy one, to suit both your tastes. ‘Course, then you’ve got double the upkeep, but it might be worth it...

fuzzyspork replied to your post “Your game is so ugly. Maybe it's about time to step it up to 2017.”

TS2 is 13 years old. I have no idea what "step it up to 2017" even means.

Right? I mean, TS2 is almost from the last century and all. Why must we force it into crappy 2017? I think it would make it cry. ;)

...Unless we’re talking 2017BCE. That would be cool...

celebkiriedhel replied to your photo “Steven does the annoyed potty-training faces, too. Yes, it’s an...”

But what a manly hairy chest!!

Yeah, the GilsCarbo men are hairballs. ;) Well, the three of them so far, anyway. ;)

celebkiriedhel replied to your post “acquiresimoleons replied to your post: ...”

I used to keep mine on top of the fridge - the top of the fridge was warm from the motor. :)

That’s a good spot, too! The fridges in our places are built-ins, though, so you can’t put stuff on top of them. Which actually sort of sucks, but on the other hand the aesthetics of built-ins please me, so....Rock, hard place. ;)

celebkiriedhel replied to your link “Tips For Manipulating The Sourness Of Your Sourdough”

Thanks for this! I used to make my own bread when I was younger, and I miss having a sourdough starter living in my house.

It is rather fun when the oldest thing in your house is a living being. :)

celebkiriedhel replied to your post “Your game is so ugly. Maybe it's about time to step it up to 2017.”

LOL. Lets play 'How old the anon is'! My guess is early teens, with an entitlement phase of a toddler.

Yeah, if the “whiskey + lack of social life” theory isn’t correct, then I’m going with Age ~15. (No offense to sane 15-year-olds out there, but some of y’all...) Of course, being 15 and the “whiskey + lack of social life” theory aren’t necessarily mutually-exclusive, so...

unoriginalkirsten replied to your photo “And then it was time for Baby Aaron to grow up… Ermagerd, he’s cute!...”

That is spectacular baby balancing right there!

Like those folks who can balance spinning basketballs on their fingertips! Of course, balancing a spinning baby is far more impressive...

alicephant replied to your post “Your game is so ugly. Maybe it's about time to step it up to 2017.”

Lol how dare you have a game that you find aesthetically pleasing �� anon is a poo head.

Is it just me, or is “poo head” just a way better insult than “shithead?” I mean, the former, when done right, is just so much more condescending. (And not in the Regency-era sense of the word, either. ;) ) But yeah, I agree. :)

landgraab replied to your post “Your game is so ugly. Maybe it's about time to step it up to 2017.”

"I don't like *your* game, so change it!!!"

Pretty much, yeah. Ya gotta wonder how anyone would think that such a demand would actually work, that anyone would just change everything about what they do in the game because some people don’t like their aesthetic. I mean, it’s not like those of us who don’t conform to “popular” trends are somehow unaware that we’re not conforming to popular treads. Especially when our general pattern in life is being deliberate in our refusal to conform to popular trends about anything, not just a silly game. ;)

#pensblr #bunsblr #shaonharryandpannisim #newlibertysims #fuzzyspork #littleblondesim #kayleigh-83 #penig #damask-wallpaper #acquiresimoleons #sim-pudding-faces #digitalangels #celebkiriedhel #unoriginalkirsten #alicephant #landgraab #replies

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lostlegendaerie · 8 years ago

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my mouth tastes like booze and bad decisions (Tuckington, AU, NSFW mentioned, 1.7k)

i’m sick as fuck, here’s some unedited fluff. take it and leave me here to die.

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It takes Washington a good minute of lazy wakefulness, crushed under the gentle weight of layers of blankets and pleasant fading dreams, to realize he’s not alone in bed. A few seconds after that, and a deep inhale of sheets that smell like sex and unfamiliar detergent, and he realizes it’s not even his own bed.

That gets him up, peeling the blankets away on his side of the bed. Beside him, his bed mate and host - whose name he has completely forgotten - snores on, deep in the sleep of the utterly exhausted. The rise and fall of his chest is hypnotic, and Washington glares at him in open envy as his head starts to throb.

Well. At least the guy he went home with is cute, with his short densely curled black hair and the tiny spot of drool on his pillow. Wash remembers flashes of that mouth all over him - his lips, his neck, his cock - and heads to the bathroom to relieve his bladder and his curiosity.

Sure enough, there’s a mess of hickeys all over his shoulders, a couple maybe at his hips that could be bruises as he pulls on last night’s clothes. As he slinks downstairs, tender in places that ache with each step, Washington remembers the night in reverse. They’d fucked properly in the bed, Washington’s face in the pillows, tangled together at the foot of the stairs with greedy hands and mouths. First orgasm just inside the front door, with his host’s hand over Washington’s mouth urging him to be quiet, otherwise they’ll wake--

The sight of a child seated calmly at the kitchen table is a more effective mood killer than a bucket of ice water. Washington freezes to the spot. The clink of metal spool against plastic cereal bowl is deafening in the silence of an early Sunday morning.

His eyes jerk to each of the windows in turn, looking for one that wouldn’t alert the kid - who’s in that weird indeterminate stage between toddler and teenager that makes it hard for him to age - to his presence. Or maybe he could slink back upstairs, try to leave some kind of ‘thanks for the sex’ note and go out the second story? He might be able to shimmy down the porch drainpipe, isn’t that something they do in--

“Hi,” says the kid, looking up from his cereal box with serious, dark brown eyes. His skin is lighter than the man still asleep, but they have the same broad nose and bouncy hair.

Washington distantly remembers gently tugging on his host’s last night, and that the name he’d gasped when they’d first started fooling around in the bar’s bathroom had started with a T. “Good morning,” he rasps, and comes down the last two stairs.

It’s a nice kitchen, with a few dishes on the counters and a half-empty bag of groceries by the microwave. Most of the light comes in through the windows, the mini-blinds raised nearly all the way, and the ambient glow of a cloudy morning softens the bright red of the tile floor. Washington pads across it as though it was hot and uncomfortable to the touch, trying to find the cabinet with the cups without touching anything. The sooner he can wash the lingering taste of sleep, rum and come out of his mouth, the better.

“Daddy got fruity cereal as a treat if you want some,” says the boy at the counter. Washington thinks back to the four years in college he spent living on off-brand sugary cereals and almost pukes into the sink.

“Thanks, but I’m just gonna get some water.”

“That one.”

Washington pauses, hand on this third cabinet, and looks over his shoulder. The boy is pointing. Washington moves his hand. The boy points again, harder this time. He takes a step to the left. The boy nods.

Washington has to stretch to reach the cups on the top shelf, and there’s a clatter when he closes the cabinet that suggests there will be problems later, but problems later are not problems now. “Do you have bread?”

“Fridge.”

He puts a slice in the toaster and fiddles with the dial as long as possible. He’s not good with kids. I mean, he’s met kids before. Used to be one not that long ago, but he was an only child who moved around a lot. Being good with kids is a North thing, who has more capability in one bicep then half of their grad student D&D group.

Fuck them, while he’s thinking about it. Fuck their encouragement to flirt back, and especially fuck York’s penchant for tequila shots. Great sex with a stranger is not worth a hangover and a child at the same time.

“So,” he says, taking a seat as his head swims and biting into dry toast, “are you in school?”

The kid takes a sip of cereal milk and holds up two fingers.

“Second grade, huh?” Washington fights for something interesting to add and just settles for another bite of toast. Should he introduce himself? Ask for the kid’s name? He’s never had a one night stand with someone who had a kid before.

He gets out his phone to text North for help when he sees the stream of text messages from his friends - most of them congratulatory and crude, with way too many eggplant emoji - and resolves he would rather die than ask them for anything, ever. Washington is on his own.

He finishes his toast and buries his face in his arms. There’s an occasional slurp as the kid finishes his breakfast, plus the muffled sound of traffic outside, but both are drowned out by the pounding ache in his head. In a minute, he’ll go upstairs and raid the medicine cabinet for painkillers.

“I like you,” the kid says. Washington raises his head. “You’re quiet.”

“Uh,” Washington replies, face heating as he recalls all the times last night he was told he was the opposite, “thanks.”

The kid drinks the last of his cereal milk and starts to clean up - dishes in the dishwasher, half-gallon of milk in the fridge, dragging a chair to stand on as he puts the cereal away and then scooting it back.

“I wanna play Smash,” he declares in Washington’s direction, hands still on the back of the chair.

“Ok?”

“You have to help.”

“Um. All right. Can I use the bathroom first?” he asks, and gets a point in response. He closes the door and flips through the cabinets, finds a bottle of Tylenol and takes three. The kid is waiting for him at the end of the hall, and leads him into a den covered in sports paraphernalia.

The kid boots up the game on his own and hands Washington a controller. “I get Samus,” he says, in the most dramatically serious tone Washington has ever heard from a person who’s barely over four feet tall.

Washington picks Link because he’s predicable as hell, and even with a hangover manages to soundly beat Samus and two CPUs in under three minutes. He peeks a look at the kid and sees the start of a pout.

“You’re good,” the kid says.

Washington thumbs a hickey on his collarbone. “Sorry. I’m really bad at Mario Kart?” he offers.

“Can we switch to Mario Kart?”

“Sure.”

True to his word, Washington is awful without even trying. The first time he mutters “son of bitch!” when Bowser bumps Koopa off the road and into the lava he shoots the kid a horrified look, but he’s too focused on drifting around the turn as King Boo so Washington doesn’t make a big deal about it. Four races in, just as Washington is about to pass Peach for fifth place, he hears footsteps on the stairs and freezes.

“Oh,” says the guy who wrung three noisy orgasms out of Washington last night, as he steps into the kitchen wearing nothing but pajama pants, “hey Wash.”

“Hey,” he replies, and feels even worse for forgetting his name. He jerks his eyes back to the TV and glue them there.

“Hi daddy.”

“Hey, Junior,” and the warmth in his voice is a sudden and blinding as sunshine. Washington tightens his grip on the controller and refuses to turn, even when he hears footsteps approaching the couch. “You keeping an eye on this guy for me?”

“Yep.”

“Junior, huh?” Washington hazards as his character swerves off the road and into the grass. “Named after you?”

Apparently he’s not subtle enough, because after a beat his host snorts. “You forgot my name?”

“I’m sorry--”

“You knew it pretty well last night. Or at least I thought you did. Then again, you coulda been screaming fuck, so--”

Washington forgets about the race entirely and throws a horrified glance at his host, then at Junior, and back again.

“What? He knows why you’re here. Don’t you?””

“Yeah,” says Junior, crossing the finish line and raising one fist to be bumped. “Get it, daddy.”

“Unbelievable,” Washington mutters, and the guy snatches his controller. “Sorry again.”

“It’s fine. Lavernius Tucker. My kid calls me Daddy, my ex-girlfriend doesn’t call at all, and you can call me Tucker. Nice to meet you,” he says, getting all up in Washington’s personal space as he sits on the edge of the couch.

Tucker manages to squeeze out a sixth place and Washington coughs, feeling the grime of sweat clinging to his skin. “I should, uh. Head home. Shower.”

“Need a ride?”

“No, I’ll just call a cab or something.” He looks at where he is on the map and does a double take. “Or walk. Wow. You’re pretty close to my place.”

Tucker slides into Washington’s spot the moment he gets up, and throws him a grin over the back of the couch as Junior selects the next track.

“Well, if you get lonely tonight, I don’t have class until 11am tomorrow. Feel free to come over, and I’ll come under you.”

Even with the worst of his headache gone, Washington really doesn’t have a reply for that, so he just backs out the door with an inarticulate, muttered, “bye Junior” and starts to head down the street. He’s got a long walk of shame ahead of him, in 45 degree weather, and class bright and early tomorrow. And his ass is still a little sore.

#tuckington #saro's writing #it wants to be a two or three parter and i want to MURDER IT FOR TRYING #rvb #AU #anyway please Love Me i've been sick for three days

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dragneelmedown · 8 years ago

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That Pink Haired Demon

Lo & behold! Chapter 4! I hope you guys like it. It was rushed and very bad but it still gives a lot of background depth and foreshadowing and gajevy :)

Pairings: Mainly NaLu, building Gajevy, mentions of Gruvia, Jerza, Fraxus, Stingue, AlBis and ElfEver.

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Chapters: one, two, three, four multi chaptered nalu au ; you’re a demon that tried to possess me but when you realized what awful shape i’m in, you forgot your nefarious plans and now you’re trying to help me get my life together

Meetings in Fairy Tail were short. Usually, Makarov would welcome everyone with a bright smile. He'd then proceed to all the important information needed.

Today, the Master noted, "We will soon be meeting up with Sabertooth and Lamia Scale! Not in Magnolia, but Crocus. No, it is not the time for the Grand Games," He paused to allow people in the hall to groan. "I'll explain it in another meeting. I'm going to talk about how we are planning to hold our S-Class trials at Tenrou. We're bringing in the other Groups because they are also sharing our island for their trials,"

This was surprising to everyone because Tenrou was Fairy Tail's territory. Although, they didn't mind seeing familiar faces around the island. Supposedly, the founder of FT saw fairies there. But many others believe they were fireflies. Members of the café still argue and say that fairies still exist.

"The following organizations are coming to Tenrou: Sabertooth and Blue Pegasus. Just two, so you brats aren't complaining about sharing," Makarov rolled his eyes.

Groups were associations to help ordinary people and recruit them into their organization. At first, Groups were created for "magical wizards" back in the day, but there was a 'war' back then. Which wiped out all mages. Now, these Groups are full of human beings filled with hope and humbleness.

There are different Groups and they all had separate locations, like Fairy Tail. They were all in dissimilar areas. So it was easier to help out other ordinary citizens all over the country of Fiore. For example, Mermaid Heel hosts at the beach while Sabertooth was near a castle. These Groups were intended to help out others. Although, there were also evil Groups that do terrible things. Their locations are unidentified, but they don't serve a big threat.

However, they did pose a danger towards Magnolia when Lucy's father sent the Group, Phantom Lord, to retrieve his daughter. Luck was on their side that day because Fairy Tail fought back, lead to a victory, and even recruited a member named Juvia. Since then, Phantom Lord has gone into the shadows or has been disbanded.

"Now getting into the good stuff, candidates for the S-Class trials, chosen by me! As always, I picked 5 people who I thought qualified this year. Cana Alberona, Gray Fullbuster, Freed Justine, Levy McGarden, and our newest member, Juvia Lockser! You have the entire week to select your partners and may you choose wisely. Good luck to all participants! This meeting is over, thank you for coming, brats." The Master concluded, disappearing into the kitchen.

The hall turned into laughter and happiness floated in the air. "Congratulations" went to all of the candidates.

In Fairy Tail, there are normal employees such as Max or Kinana. They go on jobs to help others, just like S-Class. There are also S-Class workers who not only get paid more, but they have private meetings between only them. No one else knows what they're about other than the actual S-Class members. Even though it doesn't seem very important, everyone in Fairy Tail was curious.

"Let's have a party tonight at me and Lucy's place!"

"NO!"

Soon enough, the celebration settled down. "Okay, but seriously, let's have a party at our place." The brunette brought up again to which the blonde shook her head firm.

"C'mon Lucy~"

"A 'lil party!"

"Our place is too small!" Lucy argued.

Cana laughed as if it was no big deal, then replied, "It's okay, most of the members have plans anyway. Like Laxus is holding a small party for Freed already with the Raijinshuu and the Strauss family. We're gonna do our usual group of girlies and add whoever else we want! That's the fun of party making."

"Oh, I thought it would be okay if we could borrow Levy for today?" Jet asked with a smile.

"Guys... I'm not a toy.." Levy spoke up as she held a pout on her face, arms crossed.

"Jet, you and Droy can join our unofficial party! But if you want her all to yourselves, then it's fine!" The bartender offered, and the two men nodded in excitement.

"Lucy, if you're going to reject this, you're going to reject everyone's, HEART. You don't wanna be the cause of that, right?~" Cana asked with a tone of her voice, making Lucy unable to deny the suggestion.

"FINE. Party at ours. Everyone's invited." The blonde agreed in a stubborn manner.

Cheers broke out once again while one could hear Cana's obnoxious loud laugh even through all the noise. Many conversations Lucy heard was about several different parties, like what to bring or how to do their hair.

To be honest, the woman didn't mind the party a bit, she wanted some time to talk to Natsu. Unfortunately, it seemed like that wasn't going to happen. As she realized that, she frowned a bit.

"Uhh, Lucy?" A voice stirred her away from her isolation.

She swiveled around to tilt her head down and that led to a conflicted boy named Romeo. She bent down to talk to him. "What's up, Rome?"

Romeo was the son of Macao Conbolt and the youngest worker in the café, practically every single person loved the kid. He was very adventurous and determined about anything. He said, "Can I go to the party? And can you ask my dad for me?"

Lucy let out a giggle. "Why do you need me to ask your dad? Are you.. scared?" She exaggerated the last word and a dramatic gasp escaped her lips.

The raven haired boy's eyes widened as a light shade of pink dusted his cheeks. "OF COURSE NOT! I'm jus' asking because, uh, I've never been to an actual party so it'd be good to have the, um, permission of the, mm, host!"

She squinted at him. "Well, you have my permission if you go ask your dad."

He groaned in exasperation, "Fine! I'll go ask, but you have to come with me!" He declared in confidence as Lucy nodded in a brief motion.

Some of the workers noticed the young Conbolt marching and stomping towards his dad, a few stumbles on the way. They laughed at the boy and said, "Go get 'im!"

And with that, lead a strong Romeo who reached his father and stated, "Dad, I want to go to Lucy and Cana's party tonight."

Macao raised an eyebrow at Romeo, then glanced at Lucy as if he was saying, "Did Cana put him up to this?" So the blonde furiously shook her head. His eyes went back to Romeo, "Well, I guess, as long as Lucy's watching you, you can go ahead." His son let out a big, "Yes!".

After that, Romeo and his father rearranged their plans for this day after Lucy spoke a quick goodbye to the two. She walked towards Cana, Levy, and Juvia who saw the astronomer making her way towards them. They waved her over and she smiled back at them. Once finally reaching her girl group, Lucy asked, "I'm going to the grocery store to buy stuff for the party. Anyone wanna come with?"

Levy pouted, "Sorry Lu, I already promised to help Cana clean up the place!" Cana nodded after, confirming the blunette's task.

"Juvia would love to! She needs to bake a cake for Gray, anyway." The other blue haired woman smiled at Lucy, who was grateful that she had a friend to go with.

"We're heading to the store, then. We'll see you, girls, later!~" Lucy held the door open for Juvia. Both of them waved and left the building.

Arriving at Cana and Lucy's 420 apartment, Cana herself was in front of the door. Levy was waiting in a patient and polite manner.

"I promise it's not that bad, Lev." The brunette claimed, opening the door to the apartment.

Levy's eyes widened in surprise as she followed Cana into her home. It wasn't actually that bad. Then again, Cana lives with Lucy who is more of the cleaner roommate. There were few clothes laying around in their respective spots. Walking into the kitchen, however, was a different story. Unwashed plates since both owners of the apartment were busy or lazy. Chips placed in separate areas, as the same with pretzels. Ah, yes, Lucy's pretzel obsession. Soda cans seemed like they'd been thrown around. Levy also spotted money sitting in a corner.

She pointed it out. "Is that a tip for me?" The woman said in a joking tone.

"You wish," Cana rolled her eyes and laughed. "This can all be cleaned up in an hour or two. I'm positive."

"Yeah. Let's get to it!" The two high-fived each other before starting to clean.

During the cleaning process, Lucy and Juvia had linked arms as they were walking around to find the right ingredients for the cake. A made-from-scratch plus love cake. Lucy already bought chips, pretzels, soda, and she was planning to order pizza later. She decided to help out Juvia with her cake since Juvia helped her as well.

"How's your relationship with Gray going~?" She asked, wiggling her eyebrows at Juvia.

Juvia shook her head, "Lucy is too much. Juvia isn't sure about Gray... Juvia truly hopes Gray loves her because sometimes she doubts herself. Like, what if Gray doesn't love Juvia anymore and just wants her to go away? She can't imagi-"

"Shhh. Shush. Shut it. Shut up. Any other form of saying be quiet. You know that Gray loves you, right? A few times he's been over to our place, asking how he should he impress you on Valentine's Day or your birthday. Asking, 'what would she want?' Yeah, Gray sucks at being romantic, but he means well. He's really improving. Don't ever think that, because you're the hottest bean in the world and he will forever and always will appreciate you." Lucy said without hesitant stuttering.

The cerulean haired girl smiled in confidence. She straightened her back, "Lucy is too much," Juvia laughed and Lucy pouted, "but Juvia thanks her. A lot."

"No problem, Juv." The blonde grinned, nudging her with her shoulder. "Now lettuce go find your special ingredient!"

Back at the apartment, the buddies decided to take a quick break. They were halfway done. Cana poured out lemonade for both Levy and herself.

"You're not drinking?" Levy queried.

"Levy, please, you know I'm not that wild," Levy sighed in relief, but Cana continued, "I'm saving it for tonight."

"Why did I even hope?" The blunette asked herself and the brunette laughed.

After plopping on the couch, they took a sip of lemonade. There was a moment of peace and quiet, breathing was the only sound that occurred. Cana started to get sleepy before a blinding light shined around the room. She sat up imminently, while Levy was cautious as she stood up.

A voice said, "Yo."

That voice belonged a specific pink haired demon, who was staring at the screen. Or rather, his dark eyes dashing around as if he was searching for something. Someone.

"NATSU?!" Both companions yelled, staring at the hologram. They looked each other, "HOW DO YOU KNOW NATSU?"

Cana spoke first, "Last night, Lucy and him were talking and I came in. That's it?"

Levy giggled, "Alone?" Cana nodded and snickered.

"I met Natsu when Erza, Juvia and I came over to force her to summon a demon." The short woman said. Every word that was said had a hint of delight.

"Sounds like y'all." The brunette laughed, shaking her head.

"Sorry to interrupt your wonderful conversation, but is Luce around by any chance?" Natsu asked with hesitance.

"Luce... Lucy?" Cana questioned, glancing at Levy who shrugged. She looked back up at Natsu who nodded. "Uhh, Luce- I mean, Lucy, went shopping with her friend for a party tonight. Why you asking, demon boy?"

Natsu looked a bit disappointed, but covered it up well with a smile. "No reason. Can I come to the party? You guys have enough space for the greatest and strongest, Natsu!"

The two women bursted out laughing. They couldn't hold in their giggles for a second. "Ah, Natsu, you wish. I betcha Lucy would love if you could hop on over to Earth. We have plenty of space here in the land of CanaLucyia! You're welcome anytime, my dude."

"Alright! Natsu signing off, I'll see you guys-"

"Who're ya talking to, firebutt? Oi! Is that the Shrimp over there?" Another low voice joined into the conversation, abruptly finishing the demon's sentence.

Cana grinned at Levy, "Shrimp?". While the blue haired girl ignored her smirk, instantly glaring up at the hologram. Her eyes met a deep red color and immediately put her hands on her hips. "Gajeel, I will murder you if you call me that again."

"Woah! Shrimp, oh sorry, Levy, seems pretty upset. What'd you do this time?" The raven haired demon looked at Natsu accusingly.

"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?! YOU CAME IN AND CLEARLY INSULTED LEVY! ARE YOU CHALLENGING ME TO A FIGHT, IRON EATER?" Natsu yelled, now completely ignoring the humans on the other side.

"Ahh shut up." He rolled his eyes and turned back towards the two women. "Who's that, 'shroom?"

"Did you call me a mushroom?" Levy's right eye twitched.

"Ahh, I am Cana Alberona! It's nice to meet you, Gajeel." Cana smiled evilly. "Levy talks about you all the time!"

"WHAT THE FU"

"Alright! Great conversation, you met Cana! Everything's great, no more nicknames, oh! And tell Lucy that I'm mad at her now. Thanks, Levy! Bye!" Natsu quickly interrupted and spoke fast. The last part was easy to catch before he hung up and the hologram disappeared in a second.

The humans took a moment to breathe before the blunette screamed, "YOU JUST MET HIM TODAY I NEVER SPOKE ABOUT GAJEEL!"

"Levy, Lev, Lev, it was a joke! Don't worry about it, babe. Worry about getting ready for the partay~ tonight!" The bartender laughed as Levy huffed.

Soon, Juvia and Lucy came to the apartment with a finished cake that had icing written, "Congratulations, Gray!" Of course, Juvia wanted to add, "my love", but it was a cake for everyone to share. Fortunately, Juvia came to accept it quickly and smiled proud.

The decorations were up, everything was clean. Not exactly spotless, but still, clean. The guests came in pairs, such as Jet and Droy. Others like Max and Warren, Kinana and Laki, Romeo by himself. He said his father felt like staying home, sleeping well unlike the youngins. Cana laughed at that. The party was filled with chatter, occasionally screaming from Cana. The songs were a variety of types.

After talking to many people, Lucy sat down on the couch. In her hand was a cup of lemonade, she'd rather drink that instead of alcohol tonight. She knew she was going to be cleaning up alone since Cana will pass out later. On the couch, she met Warren.

"Hey, Lucy!" He said, waving at her.

"You enjoying the party, Warren?" She asked with a polite smile.

"Not my thing, but Max felt like bringing me along." Warren laughed. "Oh! How's the communicator thing I made for you guys? Is it working well?"

Lucy gasped. She totally forgot about calling Natsu. Especially since that random text Levy sent her that said, "Natsu is mad at you right now. Don't ask me, I have no idea why." She received while she was waiting with Juvia for the cake to bake.

"Uh, Lucy?"

The blonde shook her head, looking back up at Warren. "Oh yeah, there is a problem, but it's minor. One time, the hologram opened up by itself when nobody, on either side, called. When can you fix it?"

The man scratched his head, "Oh, is that so? Well, I did make it recently. Plus, it's new so it is difficult to fix because I don't know how I can unless I borrow it for at least a day. Do you need to make a call to anyone tomorrow?"

Without thinking, Lucy responded, "Yes. I'll text you when I can give it to you!".

"Alright, cool." Warren gave her a thumbs up and stood up. "I'm going to awkwardly leave this party. Thanks for everything!"

"Uh, no problem?"

Eventually, with the cake being completely eaten and time slowing down, the party ended. "Thank you for coming tonight!" Lucy said, waving at everyone exiting through the door.

As soon as the astronomer closed the door and sighed, Cana plopped down right on the couch. The only thing heard out of her mouth was a snore.

"Great."

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