#its ok if nacho said it because he is Not some guy

[kylejsugarman]

jesse would say that nacho's earring is cool and that he used to have an earring but he stopped wearing it after some guy at a club said it was gay and nacho would say thats stupid, who cares what some guy said and then jesse would show up at their next job with his old diamond stud back in and nacho would be like wow that looks gay as fuck 😭

[tiredly101]

ok hear me out, i saw Clownsuu's art of wally but like, its a mafia AU Now i cant get the mafia AU out of my head- so like- Mafia AU Wally darling x Male!Singer! Reader? doesn't have to be the same as the AU plot as Clownsuu's AU i just need a mafia wally cuz there's NON. (P.S: Take care of yourself, drink water & take breaks! :) )

This is good! I already had a poll with similar idea holding the mafia au but this shall be a separate fic and I made reader know spanish! Hope you like it!

Devilish handsome singer

Pairing: Mafia leader! Wally Darling x Singer!Male reader

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7,

Illustrated Mafia Au, picture made by @clownsuu!

Context: Gepeto is the same Gepeto from New Neighbor but he owns a bar that was bought by a mafia man instead of Male reader and only warning is one death mention! Mario may be Gepeto's boyfriend, I'm not sure yet, suggested to listen to Báilame by Nacho when M/n appears! And lastly M/n's outfit is basically my Welcome Home persona outfits because it just fitted perfectly!

Wally was sitting in an armchair playing with a gun, in front of him was a woman kneeled down, she was missing an eye and she was crying. She didn't pay in time but just when Wally was going to shot her Barnaby opened the door.

"Sorry to interrupt boss but Mario wants to meet at his bar, Gepeto's, in 30 instead of tomorrow," said Barnaby before walking out of the room with his pipe in hand. Wally sighted and shoot the woman in the head before walking out of the room. He changed in his usual outfit for business; rainbows pants with black suspenders, white shirt, red handerquief in a chocker style and his oversized blue blazer.

Wally was taken by Julie to the bar where Howdy open his door upon arrival. Wally walked inside the bar seeing multiple familiar faces who nodded in respect, this is one of the reasons he loves being the Welcome Home mafia leader since he was feared world wide.

"Mr. Darling! I'm glad you could make it in such short notice... Some issues happened with the secretary but not to worry I got rid of them," said Mario Genapetti while sitting down on the booth closest to the stage and made a sign for Wally to sit down while Howdy followed behind, ready to pounce if told so.

"Let's do business after the singer, you are in for a treat Mr. Darling," Wally sighted but nodded after all he did love some pleasure before business but that normally entitled having Howdy rough someone up so he can get a message across but he supposes that a singer would suffice for now.

The whole room went dark and people started cheering while footsteps could be heard in the stage and then a soft blue light fell on top of a guy; he had beautiful (s/c) skin, soft looking (h/c) hair, his eyes were covered by a black bandana that had a little rainbow drawn in it and he was wearing a dark red shirt that had on top of it a black corset that hugged his waist that was accompanied with some black dress pants.

The guys started singing in spanish while swaying his hips with each beat and Wally seemed to be in a trance at the guy's movement while a soft color settled in his cheeks. Wally didn't understand why he was feeling like that, it wasn't normal in his perspective.

"Who is him?," Wally asked Mario but his eyes never strayed from the guy's enchanting singing and ethereal glow. Mario chuckled which made Wally begrudgingly pay attention to the man.

"That is M/n Novell, his best friend with Gepeto over there and when I bought the bar he was part of the deal and I decided to keep him around since the few times cops stopped by he was all the motivation for them to turn a blind eye...," said Mario while smiling and motioned M/n to go where he was since his song just finished. While he walked over there with grace a guy gave him a black rose before kissing his hand and walking away.

M/n threw the flower on the floor and stepped in it before stopping in front of Mario who smiled and pointed towards Wally to which M/n sighted and sat down on his lap which made Wally blush a bright red color.

"I don't have your money yet Mr. Darling but I should get your payment in two days time and if you are kind enough to wait Mr. Novell here will be willing and able to do anything you want," said Mario which made M/n stand up abruptly and pick Mario by the shirt before turning to Wally and smile.

"We will be right back," said M/n before walking away while dragging Mario by the back of his shirt and Mario seemed scared. To say Wally was confused was and understatement but soon Mario came back with a very obvious slap mark in his cheek and he stuttered when he spoke again while M/n walked towards back stage to prepare for another song.

"Sorry for that miscommunication, tomorrow I will have your money," said Mario while slightly shaking and Wally raised his eyebrow before getting up and leaving. He didn't understand a word of what happened but all he knows is he coming back to that club just to see their devilish handsome singer.

Would you like me to do a part two @frindtheshapeshifter405?

[joydoesathing]

Here is my pre prepared writing list for my next fanfic!! :)

(It’s ok to answer this rlly late bc I’m still working on Mike and Wil’s fanfic. i’m just getting this list ready for when I start the next Fanfic.)

1. How did Frances’ parents find out she was pregnant?

2. How old was Nacho when he got his first job?

3. How was Anatolii as a baby? (Did he like cry a lot or was he just chill lol)

4. Did Frances enjoy being institutionalised?

5. Does Anatolii like going to school?

6. How did Nacho run away?

7. How did Frances track him down?

8. You said their parents weren’t aware of their ‘relationship,’ but did any of their friends know?

9. How long did it take for Nacho and Frances to recognise each other when Frances moved into the apartment?

10. Does Anatolii get bullied/teased by others because of him not having a mother? (I mean, its the 50s. It wasn’t considered normal to not have both parents unless one of em was like, dead.)

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1.) Well, naturally she still lived with them at the time so they'd find out eventually.

2.) Around his mid-twenties

3.) In first few years he was with Nacho, Tolya cried quite a lot , mainly because Nacho knew jackshit about taking care of babies and he was quite busy and didn't see Tolya much (college then finding a stable job)

4.) Not really but not enough for her to hate it there

5.) Yeah, pretty much

6.) He moved states. When he first met Frances, I imagine he was living independently away from him parents and home state for college, much to his parents' dismay. Then when he heard about the pregnancy, he got help from his "buddies" to move to a state nearer to his home state and transfer to a different college there. Of course, the sudden transfer did shock his parents but they were able pull off the excuse that Nacho's grades in that college were tanking because he didn't really like his previous college, so his parents permitted it (plus they also thought it was a good thing since he'll be closer to home now). In case you haven't noticed here already, Nacho has very loving parents that would excuse him of most of his antics.

7.) Scurried through a bunch of phone books for months on end until a previous neighbor of Nacho's took notice of her situation and provided her a few details they heard of him and his whereabouts

8.) Nacho's buddies knew and Frances kept it between her and just one close friend.

9.) It took probably almost a year and a few months.

10.) Well, when he was smaller, no, because he never disclosed that fact, but later on his classmates did notice was a bit odd that they have never seen Anatolii with his mom, so some people just jumped to their own theories and a good few of these guys would use it to get under Tolya's skin out of boredom or spite.

[childofhalloween]

A Story With No Name Aka Why You Don't Ask Idoits for Dating Advice

So this was a short little one shot I got an idea for after binging Graystillplays Sims videos for days. If the formatting or anything seems off it's because I wrote it all on a phone. Well this short one shot turned out 9 pages long opps. So I hope you enjoy. Also writing an Austrillis slow burn not really sure where it goes but if anyone is interested let me know. Anyways onto the show! Thomas Alan Wenis better known as Tommy looked down at the paper in his hand. This address had to be a mistake. He had just flown down to Florida to get away for a while, see the ocean, maybe even clear up his depression. He hadn't brought much with him just an old suitcase and what little money he drained from his savings account.

That was exactly what attracted him to the random message board offering low rent living. With the price of rent all Tommy was expecting was a cot in a closet somewhere. Not that he minded as long as he had a roof and somewhere to put his black boots he didn't care.

But this, this wasn't right. Couldn't be right. The place was huge. Probably the biggest house he had ever seen. 4 floors are least and he could see the corner a large pool in the back.

He checked the address of his contact Melvin, and it matched. This had to be some sort of scheme. He knew it was too good to be true, like everything else in his life.

With a sigh he picked up his bag walking to the front door. Maybe they would be able to at least point him in the right direction.

Ringing the bell he sat out on the front step for a moment before the large oak door opened and a man dressed only in a towel and some sneakers opened the door.

"Uhhh hi. I'm sorry to disturb you but I am looking for someone at this address. His name is Melvin." Tommy said avoiding eye contact with the red haired man.

"Yeah that's me! Melvin Eugene Johnston. But everyone just calls me Florida Man." He said holding out his hand Tommy awkwardly taking it. "You must be Tommy!"

"Uhhh yeah. I'm sorry did I come at a bad time?" He said motioning to the towel.

"Huh this? Nah. Just like to feel a cool breeze if you know what I mean." He joked opening the door motioning for him to come in.

The place was almost too much for Tommy to take in but nonetheless followed Florida Man on a tour around the house.

"I uhhh….I hate to say I think I miss understood about the price." Tommy said knowing their was no way he could ever afford a place like this.

"Oh don't stress about it. Just get me the $300 whenever. Everyone here is pretty cool. We all just pitch in when we can ya know? We all take turns cleaning and cooking….well except for Aussie. Fire department said they are gonna fine us for another kitchen fire." He said casually. Tommy couldn't help but wonder what he was getting into.

"Then toss in some cash for some beers or food when ya can. Everyone just kind of does their own thing. You will see all kinds of people come and go. Right now we got a lot of our 'lifers'."

"How can you afford this place?" Tommy said looking at another large staircase.

"Oh it's already paid for. I bought it with the money from my lawsuit with Madonna."

"You sued Madonna!?!" Tommy said, not believing what he was hearing.

“Oh yeah I did. Her show was supposed to start at 8 she didn't go on till 10. I wasted so much money on overpriced water down beer I don't even remember the damn thing. Next thing I know I'm in the hospital. Apparently I fell down 12 rows of concrete stairs trying to get some nachos from concessions." He said casually as he continued. "Then I used the money I won to buy this place but it got lonely & quiet by myself so I started renting out rooms. Made for one big odd family."

Opening a door he motioned to Tommy "So here's your room. Get comfortable. When you're done feel free to head on down to the kitchen, meet everyone."

Tommy had hoped he could even find his way back down to the kitchen. It was going to take a little while to get used to this place. He still couldn't wrap his mind around all of this.

But unbeknownst to him the craziest part was yet to come. His new roommates.

Finally finding the kitchen he saw Floridaman busy having a beer next to a tall man with the most epic red beard he'd ever seen and a smaller but seemingly louder blond wearing sunglasses. And behind them both a slightly deranged looking man with jet black hair.

They all seemed to get quiet as he walked awkwardly into the kitchen.

"I was wondering if you were going to find us." Florida Man said thrusting a Bud Lite in Tommy's hand not bothering to ask if he'd want one. "Boys this is our newest guest Tommy Wenis"

The blond let out an almost mocking laugh.

"Wenis!?! Ya gotta be bloody kiddin me. Bet that must have been a rough primary career. The names are just endless!"

"Don't listen to him, he can be a jerk but he doesn't really mean it." The redhead said standing up holding out his hand cordially. "Names Tim by the way."

"Ahhh I'm just taking the piss with ya mate...kinda. Name's Trevor but everyone here likes to call me Australian Man. Ya know obvious reasons."

Finally the dark hair man with the slightly odd shaped face spoke up. "And I'm Colono. Colono Scopy"

"Uh huh...so is this everyone who lives here?" Tommy said looking at the motley crew in front of him.

"No the girls are off doing something or another. I think they mentioned girls day. I don't know I wasn't listening." Florida Man said, looking at the clock on the stove. "But they should be back any minute."

As if on cue the door opened and the sound of over lapped talking was heard.

"Speak of the devil mate." Australian Man said slightly in awe of Florida Man's timing.

A brunette wearing what looked to be a thrift store tourist shirt walked into the kitchen.

"Hey Whitley come here meet our new roommate Tommy." Florida Man said.

"Hey I'm Whitley " she shook his hand. He couldn't help but notice the slight smell of cheap bottom shelf vodka radiating off her.

Next a woman walked in with the best blond afro Tommy had ever seen.

"Hey Bab this is our new roommate Tom-"

"Maybe he'll last longer then the others." Bab said almost miserably as she walked out the back door not stopping.

"Sorry she's kin-d of…." Florida Man tried to think of the word.

"Manic Depressive." The girl with blonde and pink braids said matter of factly. "Text book diagnosis really."

"Are you a Dr?" Tommy asked everyone just laughed.

"Not in the slightest. Just been through a lot of psychologists."

"Ellis Dee, meet Tommy." Florida Man introduced.

"Tommy Wenis." Australian Man said with a snicker.

"Oh my God do people call you Tiny Wenis?" Ellis said with a giggle.

It didn't matter though because all Tommy's attention was now focused on the tall blond with golden hair walking in. He had never seen anyone like her. She was like nothing he'd ever encountered. She was…..she was…..she was absolutely stunning.

"Whose that?" Tommy asked Tim quietly.

"Huh? Oh that's Beth. Be nice, she's a sweet girl." Tim whispered back.

"Hey Beth say hi to Tommy the new guy." Florida said.

"Hi name's Beth." She introduced herself in a thick Southern accent.

"I….uhh...I'm Tommy." Tommy managed to mumble out.

All the guys exchanged an odd look.

"So where are ya rollin in from?" She asked with a smile.

"....I uhhh… I come from….places. I gotta go." He said, scrambling out of the kitchen to his room.

"That was odd." Colono said all the others nodded.

As the months went on Tommy found he had more in common with this rag tag bunch then he ever had with anyone else. He spent his days joking with Colono, drinking beers with the Florida Man & Australian Man, discussing art with Bab Ross, hitting the occasional bong with Ellis Dee, and pretty much bonding with everyone.

Everyone that is except for Beth. It seemed like every time they had a moment together his mind just blanked. Like it shut down to nothing and he couldn't figure out what the hell to say so he would say something awkward and just excuse himself.

It became apparent to everyone what was going on, everyone that was except Beth as she walked into the living room one day.

"Mind if I sat by ya hun?" She asked. He looked up at her eyes wide.

"I….uhh….murder show…..its over…..here you go. For you." He said, tossing the remote at her feet before running out the room.

"Ouch that was painful to watch." Australian Man looked up from the card game the guys had been playing.

Tommy pulled out a chair and plopped down not responding.

"Hey man, it's0 ok you will get her next time." Florid Man said putting a hand on his shoulder sympathetically….well really trying to sneak a peek at Colono's cards

"Ughhh. It's like everytime I try to talk to her I look like a total ass." Tommy grumbled.

"Yah we know, we all seen it." Australian Man joked as threw another chip in the pot.

"Well what am I supposed to say? Hey I think you're gorgeous, will you have a coffee with me?" He said, causing all the other men to laugh.

"No, no. You're thinking too much into it. What women love to hear is compliments." Tim Horton said as Bab Ross happened to walk past. "Watch this."

"Hello Bab you are looking positively radiant today!" Tim said, putting on a charming smile.

"Whatever you say Tim." Bab said with a shrug as she kept walking.

This caused all the other men to crack up.

"Laugh all you want but she acknowledged me. That's progress."

"Nah ya got it all wrong mate. What birds really dig on is a badass." Australian Man said getting up walking to the back yard. "This is how it's done boys."

Strutting slightly he slid up to Ellis Dee who was sitting outside enjoying the sun.

"Hey Ellie." He said acting casual.

"Oh hey Aussie what's up?"

"Did I ever tell you about the time I fought off a whole colony of bog frogs?"

"No I don't think you have."

"Yeah I was out with some blokes and came across these wee little bog frogs must have been mating season or something because next thing I know I'm surrounded by the little wankers! So I start beating them off me. Kicking, punching them in their little frog faces. Just throwing them off left and right. Turns out the little bastards were poisonous. Woke up in the hospital 2 weeks later handcuffed to the hospital bed. Turns out those little piss frogs are on the 'endangered species' list. Luckily for me though the judge granted the coma as time served. All I got was probation and I'll be off that by next year." Australian Man said cooly before something hit him.

"Probation…..OH SHIT! My probation meeting!" He said looking down at his watch. "I'm 6 fucking months late! I can not be arrested again! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!" he said running into the house leaving behind a very confused Ellis Dee.

All the guys watched as Australian Man ran through the house screaming obscenities as he looked for his cell phone.

"Anyways….what about you Florida Man. How do you talk to the ladies?" Tim Horton asked.

Florida Man shrugged and got up walking to the kitchen to see Whitley at the table drinking a large glass of orange juice.

"Bud Lite?" Florida Man offered holding out a beer. She looked at him confused.

"Its only 11 not even noon. Too early for beer." she said.

"Ok." Florida Man said walking back with both beers.

"Mornings are for screwdrivers." Whitley said to herself pour more dollar vodka into her drink.

"No, no I am sure I called. Yeah right when I landed. No I made sure I message with a Shelly? Or maybe a Jan? Or was it a Steven? I'm not sure. Mighta been a new?.....oh maybe a temp! Bloody hard to find good help huh? I'm sure it's there just check the last few months. Ring when this is all cleared up." Australian Man said, hanging up his phone not waiting for a reply on the other end. "Bloody cunts..….so what'd I miss."

"That's it. That's the only move I got." Florida Man said with a shrug.

"You guys are hopeless. No wonder I'm the only one in a relationship." Colono complained before turning to Tommy. "Tommy don't listen to them they are all going to die alone."

"Hey!"

"Fuck ya too!

"That was rude….but true."

"Women, they love romance. You can sweep a woman off her feet just by words. Just watch my example gentlemen." Colono said as he sauntered out the door to Flo Cane who was watching tv.

"Oh there she is mi amor. I was looking everywhere for you." He said sliding next to her.

"What is it? On no! Are you having issues again? Is the burning back? Have you been taking your meds? Do I need to call the Dr for you again?"

"What!?! No! That's not it!" Colono said in a panic as the sound of laughter came from around the corner.

"Hey don't listen to them. You know stress makes it worse." Flo comforted.

"It's not that!" Colono said frustrated.

"Are you sure? I know how cranky you get when you forget to take your meds."

"I'm not cranky!" Colono yelled as he stormed off.

"I'm making you an appointment just to be sure! I know you are scared of making phone calls." She shouted after him as he stormed off.

The other guys were currently in a huge pile on the floor in total hysterics none of them were able to stand. It took almost 10mins for them to calm down to breathe.

Finally collecting himself Tommy stood up straightening out his clothes. After all that advice he had finally figured it out. He knew what he had to do. Mustering up all the courage he could he moved forward before he could chicken out.

"Where are you going?" Florida Man asked as Tommy made his way outside.

"I'm going to do what I need to." He said walking out into the back yard where the girls currently huddled together talking about how weird the morning had been.

"Hello ladies. Can I talk to Beth alone please?" He asked.

Suddenly a lot made sense as they gave each other a knowing look.

"She's all yours." Whitley said with a l knowing smirk.

Silence still overcame the 2 as they sat there totally obvious to the group of 8 peering around the corner.

"What did you want to talk about?" Beth asked looking over slightly confused about what had been going on. From what she heard it's been a very confusing day.

"I…..I…." He took a deep breath before blurting out quickly. "I think you're absolutely gorgeous and would you like to get coffee with me?"

It took Beth a moment to even figure out what he had said and then another for it to really register.

"You, you think I'm pretty?" She said shocked no one had said anything like that before.

"Gorgeous actually." He said his face was burning red. "Look if I offended you, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-"

"Yes." She cut him off.

"Huh?"

"I would love to get coffee with you." She said as a big smile crossed her face.

"Ok when?"

"Now?" She suggested.

"Sounds great." He said getting up offering his hand to her. "I know a great place."

They both walked right past the group of the gawkers so invested in their conversation they didn't even seem to notice.

"Oh my God that is the sweetest thing I've ever seen!" Whitley gushed.

"Guys are never that romantic. She's so lucky." Flo said wistfully.

"Man I wish I could find someone who thinks like that." Ellis mused.

"Yeah it was pretty nice." Bab said in her bored Bab tone.

"Are ya fucking kidding me right now!?!" Australian said, throwing his hands up in the air as he stormed back inside.

"Seriously? That? That's it? Thats romantic?" Colono complained following behind.

"Wow guy did have some skills after all." Florida said patting Tim on the back sympathetically as Tim mumbled to himself annoyed.

"What's their problem?" Bab asked.

"Men are weird." Whitley said all the other girls nodded in agreement.

[captainchrisbaby]

A Little Bit of Heartache

Chris Evans x Reader

Authors note: Sorry about all the dark stuff this week :’) Hope you guys are enjoying reading it though <3 

Story Summary: Chris’ POV as he deals with the heartbreak of missing you

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I finish filling my tank and reach into the front seat for my wallet. I yawn as a skip to the door of the petrol station and politely greet the man behind the counter, keeping it short and hiding my face as much as possible to avoid additional conversation. The eftpos machine beeps as it accepts my payment and I give one last nod before heading straight for the exit. As I round the sliding door a woman slams straight into me causing me to step back steadying my feet, I swiftly reach out and grab her arms to stop her falling and she frantically apologises.

I take a breath in and her voice fades as the familiar scent of her perfume distracts my thoughts. My jaw clenches and my eyes flicker shut as the lump in my throat emerges. A memory carries me away and a let it play through my mind, her sweet pink lips curl up as her excited eyes watch me lift my spoon to my mouth. I remember how excited she was to share her grandmas famous ice cream recipe with me so I was ready to fake it if I didn’t like it. I drop some silky cream onto my tongue and giggle as she squirms in anticipation. “What do you think?” She squeals. My eyebrows shoot up in surprise as the delicious caramel flavour melts in my mouth. I nod as I swallow, “I’m actually impressed!” I laugh and she cheers adorably.

“Are you okay?” The woman’s voice cracks through my memory bringing me back to the store front.

“Oh, yes sorry.” I choke and slide past her racing for my car. I dive into the seat and start the motor immediately. I drop my eyes to my shaking hands on the wheel and force a deep breath to control the tears welling in my eyes.

Home couldn’t have felt further away but it only takes a few minutes before I’m sitting in my driveway. Pulling myself out I drag my feet inside and give Dodger a small pat on my way to the bedroom. I slide my hand under the bed and pull out the photo album labeled “Chris and Y/N” gliding my finger over her name. My first tear for the night falls. It’s been weeks since I have let her invade my thoughts and I finally felt like I had made progress.

I close my eyes and let another memory take control. Arriving home after a long day at work I walk around the corner into the lounge room to find all the lights off and a movie playing on the TV, there on the lounge under the huge cosy blanket is Y/N and Dodger wrapped in a cuddle sound asleep. I stood there for a few minutes watching them sleep and feeling so grateful, and then snapped a photo on my phone, moved Dodger and carried her to bed.

My eyes open as the memory fades and I wipe my soaked eyes. I turn the pages of the album until I reach that photo. The last memory I have with her begins to emerge and though I try to shut it out is plays so loudly through my thoughts.

“I thought I could put up with it all because I loved you and I wanted to be with you but I’m just not strong enough. This is your life, the good and the bad and I can’t change who you are. You are such an incredible person Chris but I just don’t think our paths were meant to cross in this life.” My hand reaches up and wipes her tear away and my head shakes as I cry with her begging her not to leave. It hurt so bad knowing it was the best thing for her but wishing she would just stay anyways.

She was so sweet and quiet and genuine but never dealt well with attention. Her anxiety and fears clashed with the lifestyle that accompanies fame and I will never understand the selfishness I felt to make her endure all of that so that I could have her.

“I love you so much.” I choked.

“I love you too, more than anything Chris. I came her to be with you and it was epic but a normal girl like me trying to keep up with all of this… it was never realistic.” She held herself so well, I knew she was breaking inside just as I was but she looked so brave and strong as she made the decision to do what was best for her.

The memory ends and let out a sob. I slam the album closed and gather myself. I sit staring blankly at the wall for fifteen minutes. Unlocking my phone I search for her name with the little heart next to it. I click it and begin typing a text message.

I just bumped into a lady at the store and her perfume smelt like yours. Is it bad that I hope you’re lonely and lost without me just because I’ve been? I know I said I just want you to be happy but I hate the thought of you being better off without me? Are you as close to giving up as I am? Does it kill you when you think about me? Because I feel like I’m dying, or maybe a part of me did die when you left and I just haven’t adjusted to living without it yet.

My finger hovers over the send button and as I begin to push down, a tear falls to my screen distracting me for a second. I sigh and wipe the drop away then hold my finger over the backspace button watching the heartfelt message disappear. I throw my phone behind me and lay back onto my pillow letting my self drift off. It feels like I’ve only just fallen asleep but the loud buzzing of the phones vibration wakes me up. I roll over and lift the device to my face squinting at its harsh brightness.

My heart skips a beat when I see the name on the caller ID. I don’t hesitate, I hit answer.

“Y/N?” I stutter.

“Hey Chris.” She whisper, evident relief drowning her voice at the sound of his.

“Are you ok?” I worry.

“I miss you…”

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Love you favourite supporters always <3 @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho​ @cheeseburgersstuff​

[siriusly-parker]

𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 - 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐

never forget - part 1 i’ll do this later sorry

Pairing: James Potter x reader

Fandom: Harry Potter - Marauders Era

Words: about 850 (this is a short one sorry)

Warnings: Cursing, and more bad writing, lots of dialogue cause i’m a hoe for dialogue which i’m trying to beat and it also makes it faster to read so oops sorry the next parts are gonna be better and i know i said that last time but dude life is hard and i’m craving nachos

A/n: ok. sorry for taking so long to write the second part and for it to be so short. even though my writing is really really bad and i’m not exactly proud of this i’m honestly trying my best (which in my opinion is still not enough). i’ve been doing my research on writing and been planning the story (so if the writing is bad at least the plot is entertaining). aaaaalso the story is kinda taking a turn... and i don’t hate it. but i kinda hate myself for it. but it’s fine. kinda. ok. thank you so much for understanding and keeping up with the series. the next parts should be coming out soon. i love you.

Days passed and she didn't understand how he could not understand. He was her best friend. How had that changed? When had that changed? Why had that changed? How could it simply change? Why couldn't things stay the way they were? Too many questions and they all made her head hurt. They all made her heart ache. And it was all because of the same person that used to make her smile a week ago and promised to never hurt her years before that. But they grew up, things changed, and he broke his promise. 

At first, he didn’t even notice that she was ignoring him. Which made it all that much worse. He spent so much time with Lilly that he completely forgot about his other friends. Sirius missed his best friend and went to complain to her for the third time that day.

“Yyyyyy/nnnnnn….”

“Oh merlin, what again?”

“I’m boooooored…”

“Okay. And?”

“Do something about it.”

“I’m not your babysitter Padfoot. Doesn’t Rem-”

“Tutoring.”

“Well, Pet-”

“The one getting tutored.”

“Weeeeeell, then it’s a perfect occasion for you to study as well. Bye.”

“PLEEEEEEEEAAAASE!!!”

“SSshhhh…” 

They both turned to the angry little lady who hushed them. The library was definitely not the right place to do this. So she packed her things and dragged Sirius out of there by his Griffindor tie.

“Ok. Let’s do this.” Y/n said.

“Wow. Don’t say that.”

“Say what?”

“Let’s do this. It’s cringe in real life.”

The school year had only begun, but autumn was already letting winter take its place. The weather, too cold to make a pile of leaves and jump into it, but not cold enough for snow, made going outside, not the best option. So they opted for the only thing that came to mind and the thing they were best at: Pranks.

The first prank was for Remus and Peter since they basically rejected Sirius out of their study session. Chocolate. Chocolate is all of what the prank consisted of. Well… Special, kinda magical, chocolate. Chocolate that makes you only say the truth? Maybe. Kinda. Yes. That’s exactly what it was.

“Mooooooonnyyyyyy…”

“Oh no.”

“Why does everyone react so disappointed?”

“I think it’s just your way of approaching people. Not you. As a… great… human being…?” Y/n tries to reassure her confused friend. And pretty much failing, with her just as much confusing and confused words.

“Well thank you, my dear. We came here REMUS, to actually give you a gift. But you’re a bitch. So no. And we hate you”

“Aaah...Aaactualy, no. We don’t, we still love yo-”

“Even though you’re a bitch.”

“Yes…Uhh... We have chocolate for you. My parents sent some to me and I thought you’d needed them more. Plus, I know they help you study.” Y/n says, the most convincingly possible.

“YEAH! SINCE YOU’RE STUDYING. RIGHT NOW. WITHOUT ME.” 

“Ok Sirius.” She adds while ruffling his hair which his dog side (and even his human side) enjoyed.

“Oh. Well, thank you, guys. That’s very thoughtful of you. Normally I’d say this is weird and probably a prank but in case it isn’t, I don’t want to make Padfoot anymore mad. For… no… apparent reaso-”

“OH. SO MISSING MY BEST FRIEND, ISN’T GOOD ENOUGH OF A REASON TO TAKE OUT MY ANGER ON OTHERS???”

“ᶤ ᵈᵒᶰ’ᵗ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ᵗʰᶤᶰᵏ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ’ˢ ᵃ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ʳᵉᵃˢᵒᶰ ᶠᵒʳ ᶤᵗ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵒᵏ”

There was silence. Everyone understood that feeling. They all missed him. Y/n simply smiled at him. A sad smile. For that split second they understood each other’s pain. But a sudden cough made them break eye contact.

“Uuuhh… Can I get some of that chocolate too.”

“Of course Pete. I brought it for the too of you.” 

Y/n’s sweet smile made him blush. He’d never quite seen her like that. So...calm and kind? Not that she wasn’t kind, but she was more aggressive and rude. Not in a bad way, not “mean”, but more like she just had to be. She had to be like that to protect herself. As if to make her look strong. She just had that attitude that made it clear to everyone to not mess with her. The whole situation made her walls brake down. She had no protection and was completely bare. And that smile… It was forced… but it was so… so genuine?

“I think I’m just gonna go.” Said Sirius while already walking past the group of friends.

“I’m gonna go with him.”

Remus screamed “Uhh… Thanks for the chocolate!”, but they were already gone.

Y/n tried to follow her friend down the castle’s halls but lost him at the first turn he took. He simply disappeared. She kept walking, but suddenly stopped at a right turn. What she saw made her sick for some reason. It made her feel like she felt that same morning. It made her feel like when she sat beside Remus and James beside Lilly at breakfast. Hanging out with Sirius numbed the pain, but the view in front of her put the tears back where they were before.

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thank you so much for reading the second part of never forget! please comment what you liked and didn’t like, what you wish to happen in future parts, or any type of constructive criticism. i love to hear your feedbacks and support.

also! i decided to also post my writing on wattpad. i know. i’m sorry. but think about it. if you like my writing here, you’ll like it there. i don’t LIKE wattpad but i like the interface and how it’s made and how practical it it. I like how i can post messages for easier updates and you you can give better feedback. i’ll be posting on both. but i’m thinking in also writing original stuff (when i don’t suck as much, which may mean never) and tumblr is not the best place for that. wattpad is a platform MADE for writers and tumblr is simply not. i’ll of course be posting on both tumblr and wattpad. but if you want to keep up with this series and the ones that are coming, wattpad may be better. i’ll keep you posted on everything on here and on there as well. my username on wattpad is: @siriuslyparkr (parker without the e). tell me how you feel about this. also thank you for understanding and please don’t hate me. love you!

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[nimarkiva-stuff]

Fan-art Writing

So, I absolutely love one of @blasticheart​‘s characters, a Pokemon Trainer OC, and really wanted to have him meet the Trainer OC version of myself that I do for @nimarkiva-the-pokemon-trainer​.

.....except it’s pretty violent based on the premise of his character, so I can’t really post it on that blog, I know full well there are a lot of kids who visit that one.

Oh, right, I have an art blog, too. Deeeerp. So, fan-art for @blasticheart​ beneath the cut. There is violence, and it is Pokemon themed. Not for kids. Murder mention and attempt.

It was late on a lazy Friday afternoon, and Dit was looking forward to a challenge. He hoped there would be a good battle today since no one had contested him yet. He bounced a pokéball in his hand, grinning as he thought of what might come if he was patient. Hopefully it was a Pokémon battle that he could win. If not win, at least enjoy. He loved a good fight.

His gaze swept across the park at the edge of the woods, lingering on a particular trainer who was out with her Pokémon. The tattooed woman was leaning on a cane and had a Haunter with her, as well as a Lucario. Now that was a fight! The trainer looked fairly unassuming. She had shoulder-length gingery hair that was bleached blond at the tips, and looked to be in her late twenties or early thirties. She was dressed fairly nondescript- t-shirt, jeans, and hiking boots. The wooden cane in her right hand was clearly for the pronounced limp she walked with. The human stood at about five feet and ten inches, rather tall, but at the same time a bit stooped because of how she leaned on the cane. The stocky human had a large tattoo of a purple Sharpedo and plumeria blossoms on her right arm, visible because of her short sleeves. Her glasses were simple, black rectangular frames that suited her.

The trainer didn’t look like much. She honestly could have passed for any adult woman on the street. But he of all people knew how looks could be deceiving, didn’t he? And she did have a Lucario with her, not to mention a fairly large Haunter who looked like he could give anyone a run for their money. The Ditto looked at his reflection on the shiny pokéball in his hand. She’d be a challenge- and depending on what she had in her pokéballs, it was a match which could genuinely go in favor of either of them.

He decided it was worth a shot. Win or lose- though he hoped win- it promised to be fun. Dit made his way to where she was playing with the Lucario. The trainer would toss a ball, and the Lucario would deflect it back to her with a shield of Aura energy, angling it to make sure she could catch the bouncy rubber sphere each time. It was both a game and a practice in precision. Dit could definitely appreciate training like that.

“Yo, Nim, heads up!” the Haunter told his trainer when the young man came over.

Dit paused for a moment. Another Pokémon who could speak in a human language? Well, now that was something. He gave the woman and her Pokémon a toothy grin when she focused on him. “You wanna have a Pokémon battle?” he asked eagerly.

Nim blinked, looking a bit surprised. The Lucario beside her looked up at the trainer, then back at Dit. He wasn’t so sure about this one. Not because he was afraid of a fight, but more because something was…off. And it was going to drive Lucas nuts until he figured out what it was. Something in that smile, and the look in his eyes.

“Can’t really see a reason to refuse,” the woman said with a shrug. “Three on three, or six against six?”

The tall trainer waved her question off. “Nah, five on five,” he said with that same toothy grin.

Nim raised one eyebrow. Odd, but she’d go with it. “Sure,” she said. “Not going to lie, I’m going to bring out some of the big guns- there’s a space in the woods which is a lot better for that kind of battle, got a concrete wall and is away from people. That work for you?”

Dit rubbed his hands together. Oh, that worked, he had some big guns of his own. “Bring it on,” he told her with a smirk.

Lucas decided he definitely did not like that smile.

“I’m Dit. So what do you do?” Dit asked as they hiked to the location of the practice arena.

“I’m Nim, a teacher, and I run a Pokémon rehabilitation house for those who have gotten injured or abused,” Nim explained. “You?”

“I battle,” he said with that same creepy grin. “A rehab house? Sounds cool.”

That actually was true. He did like the idea of that sort of place, since he knew how many needed it. The Ditto could also see how she cared for those who were with her. Each of the Pokémon at her side showed all the signs of being loyal as well as happy to be with the human. Good health, too, the Lucario’s fur was sleek and well-groomed while the Haunter was particularly solid, instead of being more wispy like an unhealthy ghost type tended to look.

The area Nim had in mind for their battle was a small arena, sunken a few feet into the ground with a concrete wall holding the dirt back. When they had reached the spot, well away from bystanders who might not want to be hit by stray attacks, Nim pulled a pokéball out of her pocket.

Dit whistled when she summoned a Necrozma. That was unexpected. He watched as she crooned over the big Pokémon, stroking its arm and whispering that it was a good boy. The Necrozma made a happy sound, wrapping one big hand loosely around her for a moment. Then it squared off in his direction.

“Nacho, I choose you,” she said with a quirky little smile.

The Pokémon Trainer grinned as he pulled out the pokéball containing a Metagross. But before he could say anything, he was interrupted by two newcomers stepping out of the woods- Rocket grunts. “That’s a nice Necrozma,” one of the men said with a smirk. “Be a pity if something bad happened during a fight.”

The transformed Ditto growled. He did not like Team Rocket at all. Using a small arena like this as a hunting ground to try and steal Pokémon, because it was out of the way? Dirty and low. But his normal method of dealing with them wouldn’t work- there was a human here he didn’t want to needlessly kill. He was about to summon another member of his family out of their pokéball to fight when Nim snapped her fingers.

“Lewis, my darling boy, you know the drill,” she said with a grin.

The Haunter smirked before vanishing into the earth with a swirl of smoke at her feet. Dit watched, amazed, as he rose out of the ground behind the Team Rocket members a few seconds later. The Haunter hovered above them, a sphere of dark energy forming between his hands. “Cannon ball!” he said, diving downwards and hurling the shadow ball between the grunts at the same time.

The two humans fled- that was not what they’d been expecting at all, given the appearances of the Haunter’s trainer. Nim had chosen to go straight for them instead of Pokémon battling with them. That was terrifying to the Team Rocket goons because it meant she was not about to put up with their attempt.

But the attack had some unexpected side effects as it had been a particularly powerful one. A chunk of loose brick spun towards Dit and Nim. The Ditto was in the act of dodging when Nim raised one hand towards him.

Crackling blue energy shielded the Pokémon trainer, causing the rubble to bounce back towards Nim. She didn’t shield herself in time. That was one of her faults as well as something which made her good at her job- the woman focused on others first, sometimes at cost to herself. It hit, hard, on her bad right leg just above the knee. There was no blood, but the impact could be heard. The woman went down with a strangled shriek of pain, kneeling on the dirt of the arena.

“Oh hell- Nim, I’m so sorry, I overdid that,” Lewis said as he rushed to her side. “You ok, Boss?”

She nodded, blinking tears out of her eyes and swallowing hard. “I’ll be alright,” the woman gasped. “You ok, big guy? Lucas, Nacho? No one injured? Dit, what about you?”

“I’m fine,” he replied, looking at her in surprise. “That was Aura, wasn’t it? I didn’t know humans could do that.”

“Some can. It’s really rare,” Nim said as she struggled to her feet.

Lucas immediately handed her the cane which she had dropped, while allowing her to lean against him. “Take a moment, Mother,” the telepathic Pokémon said quietly. “You need to rest.”

Mother? Another surprise. This human could not only manipulate Aura, but one of her Pokémon thought of her as a mom. Dit was interested in the trainer. It seemed that like him, she thought of her team as family. The Necrozma, Nacho, moved so that Nim could sit on his hand and take the weight off her bad leg.

“Hey, Dit, raincheck on our battle?” Nim asked tiredly. “I need to get home and have my Medicham, Misha, help me out with this, I think I messed something up in my leg again when that rock hit.”

The Ditto was disappointed that he wasn’t going to get the battle he was hoping for, but he did understand. “I will hold you to that raincheck,” he told her with that creepy grin which kept setting Lucas on edge.

Nim gave him a little pained smile back, waving to him. “You betcha. You want to stop on by tomorrow, my house is the big lavender colored one with the stone wall around it and the barn in the back, on the other side of the overpass heading out of the west side of town. You can’t miss it, ask about Nim’s place and anyone can point you my way.”

Dit nodded. He could remember those directions. “See you tomorrow,” he said with a wry chuckle, pocketing the pokéball in his hand and walking off.

He was mulling over a plan for the battle against her when he realized something. Had he been a character in an anime, there would have the lines accompanying the blip of shocked realization coming from the back of his head. The Ditto’s eyes went wide when he realized that a human who could use Aura would also be able to sense it…

…and had to know his secret.

The Ditto swore at that. He looked around, but the park was too populated for him to do what needed to be done. It would also be dangerous to try and attack the woman in her own home. She took in sick and wounded Pokémon, there were likely many who would defend her without hesitation. He also had seen three of her team- a trainer like that surely had a full battling team of six heavy hitters, seeing as she had asked if he wanted a larger battle.

No, he’d have to kill her in a spot where she was vulnerable and there weren’t other people around to witness it. Preferably caught off guard so that she didn’t summon the Pokémon who would defend her. Dit really didn’t want to make too big a deal of this since he already didn’t like the idea of killing a rehab worker. But he also didn’t trust she wouldn’t snitch on him to Officer Jenny.

The overpass was the perfect place. He had flown there after seeing that the woman was walking. Even on her bad leg, she was still making her way home on foot. Dusk had fallen in the time it took her to make her way across the city, which was perfect for what he had in mind. The Haunter and the Lucario were nowhere to be seen- likely recalled to their pokéballs. Dit was a bit confused at that. He’d thought for sure that the two of them would have been at her side to help her walk. Well, a stroke of luck for him.

He shifted back to his human form, leaning casually against the metal rail which blocked the sidewalk from the street. The protective rails on both sides of the path also meant that the trainer could only run in two directions. Dit was pretty sure he was faster than Nim as he watched her hobble up to where he was waiting, hood raised over his baseball cap to hide his face.

“Hey, Nim, I’m actually a bit sorry about this,” he said, stepping forward to block her path. “You seem like a nice one.”

Nim leaned back in surprise when Dit’s arm suddenly shifted to that of a Scyther’s bladed claw. She threw up a shield of Aura energy in the nick of time, blocking the blow. Her cane dropped to the ground with a clatter, forgotten as she tried to defend herself. The human stumbled back from the force of his attack and raised her hands.

“Hey, Dit, come on, you don’t want to do this,” she told him. “Let me take some R&R time, we can have a proper fight tomorrow.”

The woman was surprisingly calm. Dit supposed that was good. He preferred she try talking him out of it instead of trying to fight back, which could be messy and obvious. It wasn’t like he was going to trust her no matter what she said- but letting her talk gave him time to get closer. “Like I said, you seem nice,” he repeated.

He easily grabbed the front of her shirt with his hand, raising the other arm up. The stance was oddly intimate since he held her close without room to get away. Even if he could not shapeshift, in the form of his previous trainer he was so much stronger than the disabled woman. It would be so easy to just snap the human like a twig. He didn’t like it, but it had to be done. The human had to die for him to feel safe.

“Don’t make this any harder than it has to be,” Dit said quietly.

The Ditto paused when he felt something press against his stomach. “Got something in your pocket? You can’t be that happy to see me,” he told her with a little smirk that didn’t make it to his eyes- he wasn’t pleased to have to kill a human who took care of Pokémon in a rehabilitation home. Nim snorted, still oddly calm. “Yeah, no, it’s not what you think. Put me down so I don’t have to see Reba and Remy gut you. This is my favorite jacket and I don’t want to ruin it. I also don’t want you to get hurt, I get why you’re doing this.”

Dit looked down and saw two knives were pressed against his abs, each angled in a way where they could be slashed in the opposite directions after piercing skin and muscle. That would certainly do a good job of opening him up. The knifes melded into the wrists of two arms, a bit of pink drip at the connecting point looking quite familiar to the shift point of his own arm at the moment.

The knife wielders stood up behind Nim, keeping the blades pressed at his stomach in warning. They were clearly twins, a brother and a sister, and had been crouched behind her. Dit wasn’t sure how he had not noticed them until he saw that the pokéballs on Nim’s belt were all attached so that they angled backward. The two Dittos had likely been summoned to her side when she stumbled away from him. He hadn’t seen them because they were hidden by her own body when they kept low behind Nim.

Now that was extremely sneaky and clever. But such a plan meant the human had thought she would be attacked. He didn’t like that one bit. Dit’s day had gone from bad to worse now that Nim had backup and his idea hadn’t worked like he’d expected.

“How’d you do that?” he demanded irately, leaving his arm raised. They currently had a bit of a stalemate, and he was not about to give that up. Even the smallest advantage was better than nothing. If Nim had planned for this, she’d likely planned for other things, too.

“The phrase I said,” Nim explained. “When I talked about fighting tomorrow? Reba and Remy, my R&R duo of Dittos. The pokéballs are facing backwards, they popped out on their own when I called for them. You were too busy trying to carve me like a turkey to notice others like you, dude.”

“If you know what I am, then you know why I’ve got to do this,” Dit said as he tightened his grip on her shirt, his face close to hers.

Nim snorted. “What, you think you’re the first Pokémon to do something like this? Lemme guess, you offed your trainer for some reason. I’m guessing…you cut his throat? Nah, too planned, it was probably in the heat of the moment…ooh, you didn’t stab him in the back, did you? Break his neck? Come on, Dit, give me some details.”

The Ditto trainer was a bit unnerved by how nonchalant she was. His expression dropped when he heard someone clear their throat behind him. Distraction. She’d been distracting him and was fighting dirty. He’d seen this move earlier.

“Vibe check,” Lewis said as he swung the trainer’s wooden cane at Dit’s head.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Dit woke up in a soft bed, with the blanket tucked around his shoulders and a throbbing headache. He sat upright in alarm, throwing off the blanket in the same motion and staring at the unfamiliar surroundings. The female of the Ditto twins was sitting near the doorway, looking at him over sunglasses.

“You’re a pain,” she muttered as she regarded him. “Nim said we couldn’t leave you there. Try and kill my trainer again, and so help me, I will make you regret it.”

The Pokémon trainer growled at that. He was about to say something snarky in reply when Nim poked her head in the doorway to break it up. “Reba, c’mon, be nice. Good to see you’re awake, Dit, I thought Lewis had seriously scrambled something up there when you were out the entire night. You should come get some breakfast.”

“Why should I trust you?” Dit demanded.

Nim shrugged. “Ok, don’t, then. It’s no skin off my back. By the way, this is yours. There’s bacon, eggs, and toast in the kitchen if you change your mind.” The human tossed a pokéball to him. Dit caught it, fumbled the sphere, and blinked when he saw the name written on it. This was his pokéball. Nim must have taken it while he was unconscious. It would have been something very useful to have against him if she had wanted to have an advantage.

Instead, she had given it back.

Reba scowled at him before following after the woman. Dit had to wonder where her twin was. He definitely did not want to try anything in Nim’s home unless he absolutely had to, not after seeing how she had planned the night before. But he had to kill the human somehow to protect his own secret.

Dit walked down the hall to the kitchen, following the smell of cooking food. It did smell awfully good. Nim was at the stove, and Reba was at her side, shifting to a Meowstic. The Ditto trainer decided to sit at the table, which was set for several Pokémon and two humans if the silverware was anything to go by. He’d bide his time until the right moment presented itself.

“So how did you know?” Dit asked. “I’m real good at keeping my secret. What tipped you off, and how did you plan for my attempt at killing you?”

Nim snorted. “Oh, you are good, I’ll give you that. I figured it out when I felt your Aura, and you said five against five for a fight…you’re a Ditto, and there were all the signs that you took over the team you were part of. So why would you do that? Duh, you look like a trainer…probably your trainer. How do you avoid a human trainer ratting you out as a thief and a fraud? Easy if you could take his face because he’s dead. And you’d do that if you killed him, probably. If you’ve killed before, you might be willing to do it again to keep your secret, and you’re no dummy, you had to know what me being able to use Aura meant. So, planning ahead with Reba and Remy about where you were most likely going to try and kill me. The overpass seemed like it’d be the best spot if you were plotting a murder.”

Dit swallowed hard. He definitely was sure he could not trust her enough to let her live now after hearing that. This human was dangerous, and killing her was the only option he could see. “So what do you want?” he asked slowly. “Blackmail?”

The human rolled her eyes. “Absolutely not. I don’t want anything, except maybe for you to stop trying to kill me. You seriously think you’re the first Pokémon to kill their trainer? Bad trainers exist, and I know it, I get to look after the ones who were mistreated. I’ve got a Greninja with a scarred up face and a missing arm because of bad humans, and a midnight form Lycanroc with PTSD from the same situation. Their trainer gave them up to a Pokémon Center before turning himself in for Pokémon abuse, pretty messed up and in need of hospital care. You are not the first Pokémon to retaliate, Dit, and I don’t blame you for killing someone who abused you. Now, you want breakfast? I messed up the eggs, so they’re scrambled, that ok?”

The trainer tilted his head. “You are way too calm about this,” he told her suspiciously. “Did you call Officer Jenny on me or something?”

“No, I just don’t like seeing Pokémon mistreated,” Nim said. “You know, that being the reason why I run a rehab house for them? Things are never black and white, either. This is not my first rodeo when it comes to Pokémon who did stuff most would consider to be really bad. You have your secrets, and I have mine.”

“…who have you killed?” Dit asked, eyes narrowing.

“No one, yet, I’ve had my coffee this morning,” the tattooed woman replied with a laugh. “Seriously, we’re cool and I won’t rat you out. I don’t think you just go around randomly killing people. Probably just the ones who need to go or figure out your secret. I’d prefer not to be on that second list is all.”

“And why should I trust you?” the Ditto asked as he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back in the chair.

Nim put one arm over her stomach. She rested her elbow on it to tap her chin with one fingertip. “Hmm, let me see,” she said with an exaggerated air of thoughtfulness. “I had your pokéball, and gave it back instead of using it. I didn’t let Reba and Remy gut you. I could have taken you straight to Officer Jenny, but instead I let you sleep off a clonk to the head in one of my guest rooms. I’m making you breakfast even after you tried to kill me. If I meant anything bad, dude, I had hours to pull a stunt and loads of opportunity.”

Dit mulled it over. She had a point. But that still didn’t explain why Nim hadn’t done any of those things. That made no sense to him unless she wanted something from him. “No really, what do you want?” he demanded.

The woman shrugged. “Why does everyone have to want something? I mean, I’d like to not have you try to kill me again, isn’t that enough? Last night was a close one even if I was ready for it.”

He was reminded about the two Dittos she had when the woman said that. “Your Dittos talk and can pass as human, like me,” Dit said. “What’s up with that?”

“Rescued from Team Rocket labs,” Nim told him simply. “Same as Lewis.”

“I don’t trust you,” Dit said firmly.

“I figured,” Nim said as she put a plate full of food in front of him. “And it makes sense. Humans probably always want something based on the ones you’ve likely met- and why would anyone trust a murderer?”

Dit gave her a skeptical look. “You said it. So. Why don’t you want anything, and why do you trust a murderer?”

“Technically, murder is one human killing another,” Nim mused as she sat down at the table. “Yours is just self-defense. You have to watch your own back, right? And what would happen to your Pokémon family if you were caught? It’s not just what would happen to you. I get it. I’m not condoning it or saying it’s a good thing, but I get it. And no, I prefer not to know your kill count, I don’t need to know as long as I’m not on the list.”

The Pokémon put both hands on the table and leaned forward, getting uncomfortably into her space. “How do I know you won’t betray me?”

Nim sighed. “Well, I’m not sure what to tell you if I haven’t convinced you yet. Tell you what, you eat breakfast and follow me. If I try anything, you get to do what you feel you need to do.”

The woman’s two Dittos shifted at that, to their own chosen human forms. The brother was quiet, gesturing wildly that he did not approve of that, while his sister spoke for both of them. “No, we won’t let you!” Reba said. “You can’t do that!”

“If I expect him to trust me, I’ve got to show some trust in him,” Nim reminded the Ditto twins.

“…you have one day to convince me,” Dit told her, going against his better judgement. “Then I’ll do what I have to.”

“Deal,” the trainer agreed, holding out her hand. “Hey, if your head is hurting from getting clonked by Lewis, I’ve got a few things from the Poké Mart to fix you up.”

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Dit had a bit of a scare when Officer Jenny came to the house after breakfast. But it soon became apparent that she was there for other reasons- Nim hadn’t called her, nor did the trainer say or do anything to reflect that her life was in danger. The police officer was there because a Pokémon needed to be dropped off into Nim’s care. She didn’t even notice Dit.

Nim went about her day after getting the new Pokémon settled in, which involved taking care of a lot of other Pokémon who were housed in the barn behind her home. There was also a great deal of grocery shopping. The human made good use of the day being Saturday to get her errands done. She had plenty of opportunity to try and rat Dit out. Considering her life was on the line, he expected her to try and get some help from outside sources.

Yet she didn’t.

It was confusing. She even did nice things for him- not an attempt at bribery, but just because she could. When Nim had stopped for lunch, she bought him a burger and fries as well, tossing the bag to him. It wasn’t something done as an afterthought, but instead a genuine gesture of intentional kindness.

Nim excused herself to her room when they got back to her house, saying she was tired and needed to sleep a bit. Running a lot of errands like that was hard on the disabled trainer because of how much it hurt her to walk. Dit was skeptical about the fact that she was supposedly taking a nap. Surely she wasn’t planning on sleeping while someone who wanted to kill her was in the house?

He waited until she was snoring- it had to be an act- to slip through the partially opened doorway. The woman’s room was simple, and none of her Pokémon team were with her. He’d watched her put the pokéballs on the kitchen table before going to lay down for a nap. She had also told the others to give him space. The woman was completely defenseless, a lonely huddled form sleeping under a blanket.

“Too easy,” Dit muttered as he shifted his arm. He raised the Scyther claw blade high, bringing it down sharply.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Dinner was good. Nim had made a solid meal of roasted vegetables, twice-baked potatoes, and steak. Her team was still uneasy around Dit, but Nim seemed pretty comfortable. Either she really did trust him, or she was a helluva good actor.

“I was going to kill you while you were sleeping,” he told her nonchalantly as they ate.

Nim tilted her head, ignoring the way her Pokémon stiffened and glared at Dit. “Oh? So what changed?”

“You snore, do you know that? Really loudly, too. I thought it had to be a trick. But you were actually asleep. I wanted to kill you, I could have, and yet…you decided to trust me,” Dit said thoughtfully. “I guess I can try trusting you some. But seriously. You betray me, and I will kill you. Don’t think that I won’t just because you do a good thing with this house of yours.”

“That’s fair,” Nim mused. “Thank you, Dit, for giving me a chance. So, I still owe you a Pokémon battle. Want to come back tomorrow and try that again?”

Dit was hesitant to leave, concerned for what she might try to do when she was out of his sight. But, against his better judgement, he decided to give the woman a further chance to prove herself as being trustworthy. Nim had shown trust in him in spite of all she knew he had done. Not to mention what he had just told the woman he’d nearly done to her.

“Sure,” he said slowly. “A battle after breakfast?”

“You are so on,” Nim told him. “Bring your A-game, because I won’t settle for anything less.”

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

The Ditto didn’t sleep well during the night. There was too much on his mind. If he had judged the human wrong, there was a lot on the line. And if he had made a bad decision…Dit would definitely be kicking himself for it. He found himself hoping he wouldn’t have to kill the woman, not after she’d given the appearance of trusting him.

Nim was waiting at the house the next morning. A quick look around before he had made his presence known showed that it was safe. No Officer Jenny, no police force Arcanines, no police detectives there to take him into custody. Only a smiling woman who had made an extra helping of breakfast just in case he wanted it when he arrived. The food wasn’t drugged. She made no move to attack him, and even knowingly turned her back to Dit repeatedly in a show of trust.

Maybe she genuinely meant what she’d said after all.

“Gonna see if you’ve got what it takes to beat me?” Dit asked as they stood in the practice arena in the barn after having breakfast with Nim. He stood in a prepared stance, pokéball raised and at the ready. It was time to see what Nim’s team was made of. The Ditto may have had a hard time trusting her, but he was always ready for a Pokémon battle, and Nim promised to be a challenge from what he had seen of her and her team already.

The woman snorted as she raised a pokéball of her own on the other side of the open space. “Bring it, Pinky,” she told him with a smirk.

“Oh, you did not just go there!” Dit retorted back. “It is definitely on now.”

Maybe, just maybe, he could trust her. A little. He’d still kill her if he had to in order to keep himself safe. If it came down to the human or him, he was going to take care of himself. Dit had to look out for himself and his family.

But it was starting to look like knowing this human might actually be fun.

[delightfulstarlightparadise]

Imagine Reader/Katsuki Bakugo part 3

Part two here:

Once again, I remind you that English is not my main language. But I am doing my best.

Also, that it has been a while since I last watched or read BNHA and some stuff might be out of the anime context.

After being caught by professor Mic with Bakugo in what it seemed to be a making out session, you are called out by your uncle Aizawa and decide to go back to keeping a low profile at the academy. Bakugo keeps trying to rilvarize with you, but you always step away. Until you are forced into playing a game of quirkball with him in which you realize Bakugo is actually a very attractive boy. After having an intense dream with him you finally realize that,oh damn, you like him.

You are in class, Aizawa is explaining something about math and strategies, but you can't bring yourself to pay attention to it. From the corner of your eyes you can see Bakugo staring outside the window. He seems distracted too.

He looks back at his notebook and sunddely at you. As you cross eyes, you blush and look away, at Aizawa as quick as you can. You remember the dream you had a couple of weeks ago and shrink your shoulders in embarassment. Could anybody there read your tuoughts? Was there anyone with this quirk? What if somebody told him??

"Hey y/n!" somebody yells at you and you quickly correct your posture caught by surprize. It is Kirishima, he is standing in front of your desk, the class is over. "Wanna hang out?"

"Sorry?" You say, but he doesn't seem to aknowledge your confusion. He just straight up catches you by the wrist and pulls you along with him. "Wait, Kirishima!"

"Come on! We are having a gaming session with snacks today."

You try to get him to let you go but he barely notices your struggle.

"I don't even know you guys." you say, impressed by his strengh.

"Yeah, that is the point!" He says as he opens the door of his room. "The best way to get to someone is meeting their friends."

Sero, Denki and Mina are all sitting on Kirishima's bed, the two last with videogame controls on his hands.

You feel that caramel scent.

Bakugo is sitting on a chair next to them eating what seems to be nachos with peper. His jaw drops when he sees you come in with Kirishima, who is now hugging you in an armlock.

"I brought a new player, guys!" Kirishima says almos tosssing you towards his bed.

"Hello y/n! I didn't know you were into videogames!" Mina greets you, pulling you towards her. "We are playing Halo, I want you in my team!"

She hugs yor arm pulling you to herself. You blush quite quickly.

"Hey! We are raffling the teams." Sero says and looks at you with a huge smile. "I want y/n in my team too. You are,like, supercool."

You don't even know how to act as they start discussing who might get you in their teams. Bakugo still looks at you perplexed and Kirishima smirks looking bewtween the both of you.

Actually, videogames are not something you are really good at, and you end up disappointing all of them while you are on their teams. But they actually laugh a lot about it. Until, by accident you end up killing Bakugo while you are on his team.

"Hahahahahah! Y/n headshoted him!" Denki rolls around in bed as he laguhs at Bakugo's furious face.

"I told you to stay out of my way!" he yells at you, while he throws the control at Kirishima's head, who is also laughing.

"I... I... sorry. I don't... I am not used to..." you stutter.

"If you don't know how to play, you shouldn't even be here!" he says, pointing at your face.

"Who said I wanted to be here?!" you answer standing up and stomping on the floor.

The laughs stop and they all look at you. There is a heavy energy in the air as you and Bakugo stare at each other as if you are going to get physical, in a bad way. Kirishima scratches his head unconfortably.

"Sorry. I guess I misread the sings." He says to you, and you immediately let your guard down, feeling awful for making him feel bad.

"I..." you start, but you don't even know what to say.

There is another moment of creeppy silence among you all.

"Come on Bakugo! You are not even that good at videogames too!" Mina mocks, hitting him in the head with a punch.

"Yeah, my turn now!" Denki says taking the control in your hands.

"Come here y/n. I will teach you the controls! I am the best player." says Sero pulling you to his side.

Soon, the energy gets back to a very excited and fun one with all of them screaming and playing again, except for Bakugo, who spends the rest of the time with a serious expression.

When everyone is leaving, you stay behind to talk to Kirishima.

"I am very sorry for what happened. You were being really nice to me, I shouldn't have said that." You say, bowing in front of him.

"Hey! It is fine! I am sorry I forced you into coming here. Its just that I thougt..." he makes another embarassed face. "Listen, Bakugo is not always a mean guy, you know? He, he has feelings too. Hidden way too deep inside of him, but he has them."

"I think the only feeling Bakugo has for me is hatred."

"He. You would be surprized." Kirishima says, gently smiling at you. "I just wanna see him happy, you know."

You smile at him and go back to your dorm. Actually, this night was the most fun you've had in weeks.

...

Liking someone you are sure does not like you back is hard. Liking someone who you know hates you is even worse.

The months go by and you try to avoid Bakugo as much as you can, but all of a sudden you are part of his friendship group.

You meet Mina almost everywhere you go, she is always sitting next to you and gossiping, even though you rarely talk back to her. Actually it seems that you being a quiet person is what attracts her in you. She seems to like listening to herself talk. The also makes your hair and puts make up on you (independent of your gender).

Almost everyday Sero and Denki take you with them to whatever the weird thing they are planing on doing that day. Be it playing videogames, eating a whole bunch of snacks or playing sports.

And every friday Kirishima grabs you from your room in the dorms to play videogames with them. That is always when you see Bakugo.

He is always serious and competitive. You avoid playing on his team or against him, but the second is harder to do. Everytime you play against each other, he blows up your charactmer right away.

"Who brought these?" Bakugo asks one night after finishing another pack of snacks. "They are really spicy."

"Y/n did." Kirishima answers.

Bakugo turns to you as if it is the first time he notices you in the room. This makes you kind of angry, but also makes you feel kind of well once his face doesn't seem to be so threatening this time.

"Where did you buy them?" He asks.

"In a store near the academy. They sell all kinds of treats." you answer, a little embarassed."I can show you where it is."

"Fine." He answers while opening another bag of the snack. "Tomorrow, then."

He gets back to eating them while playing. He seems really chill.

But everyone else is looking at you, jaws dropped. Kirishima starts smiling obsessively with those sharp teeth and Mina shrieks.

That is when you realize that Bakugo has just set a date with you.

...

You are sitting alone on the couch of the common area. You have put on an outifit specially for this, and now you are afraid to be overdressed(take your time to imagine it).

A scent comes to your nose. There is a bit of caramel in it, but mixed with wodden perfume. You turn around and Bakugo is behind you wearing a black plain T-shirt under a plaid red shirt.

"Hi." You say standing up a little bit quicker than you intended to.

"Hey." He answers, hands in pockets.

A deep silence falls over you.

"Let's go?" He asks while already walking to the door.

You follow him until you are side by side and you start walking in silence until you are out of the school. As you do so, you pass by many other students from class 1-A that, you are pretty sure, make perplexed faces to see you two together.

"It is a couple of blocks ahead." You say.

"Actually..." Bakugo stops behind you. "Why don't we take a stroll first?"

You turn to him, confused. He is staring at you with a serious face, pretty misterious to you.

"O...ok." you stutter a little intimidated by it.

You follow Bakugo to a commercial area where the both of you start window shopping in silence, until he seems to see something and pulls you by your forearm to it.

"A fight movie?" you ask when you see him point to the poster in the movie theater.

"Do you have anything better to do?" he asks.

"Ok, it's just that... I have seen this movie already." you say, remembering that you had come to watch it with Aizawa. He slept the whole session.

"We can see that one then." he points at a romantic movie poster.

"Ahn... no I don't like these." you say pointing at the third and final poster available. "Let's see that one. I'll pay for the popcorn."

"You will want separate popcorn." He says.

He was right, Bakugo's popcorn was so full of barbecue sauce that you couldn't even put it in your mouth. He seems to really enjoy spicy food.

As for the movie... it was an horror movie about a psycopath that murdered people in a school. Bakugo whispered during the whole movie about how dumb the characters were and even laughed in a scene with lots of gore. You couldn't avoid to laugh with him, because, yeah, the effects were not that good.

He turned to you when he saw you giggle and you exchanged a smile.

When you left the session the sun was setting.

"So, let's go to the store and... back to campus?" you say stretching your arms up.

"Yeah." He answers putting one of his arms around your waist.

You freeze as Bakugo guides you out of the movie in that way. You can barely walk straight and don't know what to do. Your face is hot red but not as hot as the feeling of his hand on your waist.

You walk in silence that way till you get to the store.

"It... it's here." You say.

"Yeah." he answers.

You wait for him to let go of you so you can get inside, but he doesn't.

"Bakugo." You say, too embarassed to look at him.

"Call me Katsuki." He tells you, his mouth close to your ear.

You are daytripping, right? Is it a dream again? What is going on? All of a sundden this is happening. You get afraid to pinch yourself and be back in the common room.

But that heat he emanates near you makes you sure that this time, it is for real.

"How dumb do you think I am, eh?" He says, taking his hand off your hip and standing in front of you.

"I don't think you're dumb." You answer taking a step back and crossing your arms. "Annoying? Sure. Rude? Absolutely. A jerk? Yeah...but not dumb."

"You think I am annoying?" He says with a smirk."You think I am a Jerk? Y/n, you have baaad taste for men, then."

"WHAT?!" you yell as you feel your face becoming even more red.

"It did take Eijiro to tell me for me to notice at first, but then I realized he was right. All your little stares, the way you got when I was around. You like me, don't you?" he rises one of his eyebrows and smiles.

"I DON'T." You say quickly, but then cover your mouth. You feel like running away, but you can't control yout legs.

Bakugo pulls you to him and gets his face close to yours.

"I am flattered." He says in a huge side smile.

You keep your hands in your mouth.

"Your breath smells like barbecue." Is the only think you can think of answering.

You feel very dumb about it, but he starts laughing and lets you go. You step back and put your head down, shrinking your shoulders.

"You... like me?" you ask with a wisper.

"If I like you? I don't even know you." He says putting his hands on his pockets. "But I know you're intelligent, strong and..."

Bakugo pulls your chin up and stares at you, deep in the eyes.

"I think you are very pretty too." he says. "I think I could get to like you a lot... little brat."

"What did you just..."

You are about to start a fight, but Bakugo rests his lips on yours. He doesn't kiss agressively, actually, his lips are very soft.

When he steps away, you hide your face in your hands. You can feel your whole body burning.

"That is cute, I actually thought your were going to try to beat the shit out of me for doing this." he laughs.

"I WILL!" you say, throwing some punches on his chest, but not really hard.

He holds your wirsts and gives you a sweep kick, putting you up one of his shoulders. You let go a scream.

"Yeah, I like it better like this. Let's buy those nice snacks." he says, taking you into the store like that.

Next part here:

[nctrenjunie]

Desire~ Jaehyun (M)

Author: Sera

Genre: Smut

Words: 2.9 k

Comment: Finally, finally I got this done. I really really like this somehow and I hope I could satisfy the anon who requested it. I wanted to finish it yesterday and post it then but again...I fell asleep.

Request: Helloooo! Can I request a aehyun jealous smut where y/n and him recently broke up/are on a break and they see each other at a party each talking to different people and get jealous? Thank youuu

The three bottles of Hugo that you downed earlier after your last exam started to kick in. Not in a bad way but more in a positive one. The three bottles and a long talk with your friend actually persuaded you to go to one of those parties you normally avoided really fast. But here you were. Dressed in something that's not your pajama for once at this hour and a closed beer in your hand. You didn't know if you wanted to drink more. Right now, you felt wonderful. The pumping feeling from the previous alcohol still in your head, making you feel comfortably dizzy. Also adding how relieved you felt, knowing all your exams ended and you could finally relax. All your worries disappeared. Maybe because of the alcohol, maybe because of the weed smoke you could smell through the whole apartment or maybe just because you didn't see any of those toxic people you knew, for now.

It was one of the first parties you attended. The atmosphere was either relaxing or really steamy. You could decide where to start of with your friend. Making your way to the dance floor and start to dance to music you didn't really like or go to a group of people who discussed about playing beer pong. Seeing some familiar faces in the group you decided to start relaxed, taking your friends hand before walking to the table. Seeing both of you they started to greet you and your friends with bright smiles. Your friend started to hug everyone making you do the same as a girl already brought her arms around your waist. After finally greeting everyone you started to notice how easily it was to talk to them. You were surprised from yourself how your introvert ass could actually hold a five minute talk with someone you didn't even know. The game finally started and you opened the bottle of beer you still had in your hand. After some rounds your teammates already drank their bottles empty whilst yours was still full because it tasted like shit.

You thought about your next step. Route A: You settle the beer bottle down on the table and excuse yourself before going home. Route B: You tell them the beer doesn't taste and instead of drinking it you make your way to the dance floor and enjoy yourself on another way. Or Route C: You try to feel even better, gulping down the bottle of cheap beer before moving on to the dance floor as you try to do as much as possible tonight because you knew there won't be any party soon that you would independently want to attend.

You decided to go with Route C. The probability of having a bad headache tomorrow morning grew bigger as you exed the beer down your throat. You heard cheers, surprised cheers as the other saw you gulp it down. Maybe you should regret it you thought to yourself but you knew you couldn't. You wanted to do something new, Not forever but you just wanted to experience something that you didn't until now.

Excusing yourself to the bathroom you looked at yourself through the mirror. You looked normal, like always. You ran your with cold water filled hands over your face before sighing relieved. Yes, you felt dizzy but you weren't drunk. The desire to explore this world grew bigger inside of you. You wanted to keep this satisfied feeling the party gave you, you wanted to discover everything you could get on this party, just for tonight. You promised to yourself, just tonight, to get to know new thing as long as you don't get too drunk too think.

You smiled at your reflection, taking a breath before getting back to the party. You looked through the crowds, searching for your friends before someone tapped on your shoulder.

“Hey, are you looking for your friend?”

You looked bluntly at the boy in front you, admiring his beauty. Recognizing his face from the earlier beer pong game you pulled yourself together and smiled back at him. You saw his lips move but couldn't quite sense his words over the loud music. Noticing your confused expression he pulled you out of the green light into the apartments kitchen. The brighter light made it able to see his face better. He looked handsome and his smile lifted your already high mood even higher.

“Sorry its just better to talk here because of the loud music. I saw your friend talking to someone she knows. She told me you didn't have to search for her before she entered one of the bedrooms with her company.”

“Hmm, that's typical for her. Sorry that you had to look for me because of her.”

You weren't pissed by your friends action neither surprised, that's just how she was. Chuckling at the thought of her you got pulled out of your thoughts again as the boy next to you said something.

“No it's okey, now I actually have an excuse to start a conversation with this beautiful lady next to me.”

Small laughs left your mouth at his words, eyeing him up and down. It has been some time since the last time you flirted with someone. Your thoughts went back to your ex boyfriend or still boyfriend. You didn't even know. The love between both of you was something beautiful that neither of you wanted to break but as you initiated a relationship break because of his jealous behaviour it became kind of stormy in your spring like love. It wasnt that you didn't love him or he you. There were just these unnecessarily fights that you couldn't handle anymore. As you started to go on a break with him you actually didn't know how to start to talk to him again. And since he also didn't talk to you, you practically broke up right? Okay, you didn't broke up but you were still on a break and you thought back to the promise you made to yourself. Cutting of your processing thoughts you looked back at the boy.  

“Are you talking about me mister?”

Thankfully he laughed back at your comment before keeping the conversation. He was actually funny not only good looking. Some time passed and you already downed a whole chips bag whilst sitting on the kitchen counter, talking to the sweet boy you got to meet tonight.

Everything went well, you had a great time until you heard the oh so familiar laugh from the other side of the kitchen. There he was. One of your hands went up to your mouth sliding a nacho in your mouth as you gazed around the room, looking for the person with the soft laugh that made butterflies fly in your stomach every time you heard it. But the butterflies slowly died as you saw him standing there. A beer in his hand, his sleeves were rolled up, showing of his veiny arms. Fuck he looked gorgeous. You were to mesmerized by seeing him again before you finally saw his eyes staring into your direction. His eyes were obviously on you. Checking you out like he did the whole party without your notice.

You felt a little betrayed as you saw a girl standing next to him, trying to talk to him. But you somehow did the same. You tried to ignore it for now unlike him. It made him feel sick. Not only the good looking guy you were talking to the whole time but how happy you looked without him throughout the party.

He didn't think it would be that bad but he wanted you more than anything since both of you went on your break. He wanted you to want him, making you need him as much as he needed you. But why did you look so happy even tho he wasn't near you like this guy right now? That's when he realised. To say he wanted you or needed you would be an underestimation. Oh no, he desired you. He desired everything of you. It was almost like an addiction, almost like only you could feel the void in his body. He felt it through his whole body as the desire poisoned his mind making him think unclear. You were like a goddess to him. Everything was just so mesmerizing. The touch of your fingertips in his hair that he haven't felt in like ages to your long self talks about ordering indish or vietnamese food.

You still felt his gaze on you noticing the jealousy mixed with something else fill his and your atmosphere. No, you didn't want to lose your happy mood over him now. Deciding to flee from his stare you asked the boy if he wanted to dance, already pulling him with you to the dance floor, back to the red light.

The loud music added to your already pumping and dizzy mind as your body got closer to the handsome guy. Sweat started to form on your forehead, as it started to get hot, moving your body to the wild music in the middle of a big crowd. Your mood started to light up again until you noticed a vibrating phone in the jeans of your dance partner. He looked at you sorry before picking up the call on his cell phone. You looked at his face, his expression changing from confused to worried.

“What do you mean with he's throwing up? Like is he okay?...Ok...yeah ok...yes I'm on my way.”

He looked at you sorry, worry still plastered on his face. Explaining you the situation before trying to squeeze himself out of the crowd. Standing there alone you decided to just keep on moving, not wanting to let your mood fall down.

He noticed it as he payed a friend twenty bucks to call this guy. Yes, that was when he noticed that his desire towards you was almost selfish. Selfish for trying everything to be near you again, near his desire. On the way through the crowd dancing around him he smiled pathetically at himself, noticing how helpless he fell for you. He wrapped his arms around your waist from behind feeling how you lightly shuttered under his touch before you turned around.

Your eyes met his as you opened them, looking at him perplexed. Jaehyun pulled you closer to his body. One of his big hands went up to your chin, pulling your head closer to his so his lips could whisper easily in your ear.

“Fuck baby Ive missed you so much. I hope you didn't forget me because I didn't forget you. I was kinda surprised as you walked into this party. You could have told me you know, I'm still your boyfriend right?”

You smiled daringly at his question, moving yourself up on your tiptoes to his ear before placing a soft kiss against his cheek. A smirk plastered over his face while he tried to suppress the aching feeling in his body from your body touching his.

“I don't know baby. I haven't seen you in a while and I remember seeing a girl next to you earlier. Where did she go?”

“Are we getting jealous? Isn't that the reason we've fought all the time? If you are talking about this girl let me talk about this boy. Hmphh, his hands were on your body, and you talked to him for a really long time. I hope you didn't plan to fuck him tonight because that would make me really happy darling.”

“And what if I did? He's so funny. I didn't get his number but I can just ask my friend later you know.”

Jaehyuns cheeky grin disappeared from his face. He looked at you blankly. The grip one of his hand had on your waist got stronger, bringing you even closer to his body. Jaehyuns hand went down from your cheek joining the other one on your waist before moving on to your underarm. The skinship you shared with him seemed to tense the situation even more as his hand intertwined his fingers with yours.

“Are you playing with me right now? You walk into this party like it's totally normal and then you talk to some random guy and dare to dance with him after seeing me, your boyfriend?...Let me show you who you belong too.”

With these last words, he pushed himself through the crowd, dragging you behind him. You could feel by the tightened graps on your hand how pissed and impatient he was. You finally got out of the crowd, Jaehyun kept walking fast until he found an empty room. Opening the door he closes it immediately behind you and pushed you against it, trapping you between the door and his body. You smirked at him, already planning to tease him. Jaehyun looked at you, never taking his eyes of you. Why was he so obsessed?

His two eyes were filled with desire

His heart was filled with desire

And at the end of this thrill no one

could ever predict how much

he loved his desire.

That was when his eyes turned blind, closing them. His hands were on the back of your head, yours on the back of his neck as he crashed his soft lips against yours. You could say it was rough but passionate, as if he was craving to feel your lips moving against his.  He moved one of his hand down into your pants, fast, achieving a gasp from you. Taking the chance he moved his tongue into your mouth, intertwining the muscle with yours. His hand kept moving down into your underwear, placing one finger on your clit. He didn't want this to end to fast but he was too desperate to care about it. He needed you, right now.

Sweet moans left your mouth as he rubbed circles on your clit whilst you moved one hand down to his pants. Unbuttoning them you took his already hard on out of his pants. You started to move your hand up and down his dick, getting a groan from him. Sweat lingered on his forehead that made his already shining skin shine even brighter. Fuck he looked gorgeous. You started to get wet, already feeling your orgasm near. His tongue was still in your mouth, rough kisses still shared before he pulled away. A string of saliva still connected both of your lips. Now he fully pulled away from your body, letting you wait for his touch again even tho he was the one who desired your touch, your everything right now. But you needed him too so you decided to take things in your hand.

“What? If you think you can tease me I can just go back to the party, looking for the boy that had his hands on my hips, asking him if he wants to fuck me.”

At your words he groaned, flexing his collarbone. He pulled your pants down aggressively as well as his before taking one of your legs up, putting it over your shoulder. Pumping his dick again he positioned himself in front of your heat, putting the tip already into your hole. You left out a slight whimper because of the stretch, already anticipating his cock ramming into you. One of his hand went up your torso, kneading your breast before moving up to your neck, choking you slightly.

“Baby girl, not even I know how much I need you but I hope you're okay with being mine and me being yours so stop talking about some stupid guy that couldn't even fuck you half as well as I do.”

Jaehyun rammed his dick into you, not giving you a chance to get comfortable with the stretch. You felt your wetness slipping around his dick and your walls already clenching around his dick. The room was filled with his groans and your moans that were suppressed by his veiny hand choking your neck. You whine, feeling every inch of his cock ramming inside of you. His thrusts were rough and fast, still loving and passionate. He pounded into you like you were his slut, still respectful and careful because you were his goddess. Jaehyun couldn't take it anymore, already feeling his high approaching.

“Fuck baby I cant take it anymore. You are so tight...ah let me cum inside of you yes? I will fill your tight pussy with my hot cum. Would you like that mixing both of your cums together?”

His words made you clench your walls even tighter around his dick as you were ready to cum. You nodded leaving out loud pleades and yesses with your moans. Jaehyun moved his hands down from your neck to your clit, stimulating it with hard pressure while rubbing it. That's when you felt your high, like an explosion in your stomach and the butterflies coming back to life. Whilst Jaehyun felt his orgasm some seconds after you, cumming in your pussy, filling you up with his hot seed. Loud pants and some gentle kisses filled the room as he pulled out of you, mixed cum dripping out of your pussy down your thighs. His lips were still on yours as well as his forehead against yours. You pulled away, whispering a small “I love you” seeing how his lips lit up into a small exhausted smile.

“I love my desire.”

[preface2adreamplay]

Under Your Spell (Chapter 19) - Myself A Storm

Summary: A Jared Padalecki /OFC/ Oscar Isaac fiction.

Stef & Claire head to a convention, with a few surprises :)

Married Jared! Single Oscar! Single Richard!

Chapter warnings: Cursing, fluffy smut, a bit of ranting.

Chapter WC: 3,800

With shadows tall and grim, and histories inked in sin.

‘It’s a convention, we just walk around and look at stuff.’

Claire was near to stomping her foot with discontent. She didn’t want to come to the convention, she didn’t want to get on the plane and she absolutely didn’t want to walk around and look at stuff. 

She was lovesick. Richard wouldn’t be arriving until the next morning. 

It wasn’t unlike Claire to be cranky when she didn’t get her own way, but this was almost insufferable.

‘Well I’m going to go get a drink at the bar if you want to join me, you are welcome to. But don’t bring bitch-Claire with you.’

Stef threw her bag over her shoulder and put her hand on the door handle, from the corner of her eye, she could see Claire pausing while putting on her mascara. She pouted at her reflection.

‘I’m sorry, Stef.’

The apology took her by surprise, ‘I know you miss him, but he will be here in 10 hours so let’s just try enjoy the time before I don’t see you because you’ll be too busy being romanced.’ Stef waited for her friend to respond.

Claire sighed heavily, chucking the rest of her make up back into its case. ‘Ok, fuck it. I’m being a dickhead, let’s get a drink. I hate men!’

Stef laughed, ‘you hate men?’

‘Only the men that make me feel like this!’

‘You’re angry at Richard coz he’s not here yet?’ Stef bit her lip, watching her friend struggling to slip her arms into her jacket. 

‘Bitch, hang on I’ll help you, chill.’ 

Claire huffed. ‘Yes I’m angry with him for not being here all the time. He should be at my beck and call, you know.’ The sarcasm was there, but there was sincerity behind it too.

‘I’m in love with him, Stef.’ 

Stef fumbled with the jacket collar, Claire turning to look at her, to see her reaction.

‘I know you do.’

‘It’s very new to me. I’m not really sure what to do with myself when he’s not around.’ Claire was adorable in these moments, dewy and doe eyed. 

‘Enjoy it, coz that feeling fades.’

‘Fades to what?’ Her eager eyes meeting Stef’s. 

‘A different kind of love. The type where you would do anything for them, your tummy doesn’t squirm around like it used to, but your skin hums when they’re around.’ 

‘That’s beautiful. I’m at the squirmy stage, but the next part sounds good too,’ Claire whispered.

‘Morning snuggles that you love turns into ‘you’re breathing on me, turn over.’’

Stef crinkled her nose, remembering the last time she lay awake while Jared slept next to her. That man could snore!

‘Yeah, for me it was always get out before they wake up, but I stick around for Richard to wake up so I can bring him coffee.’

‘Oh, you do love him.’ Stef simpered, throwing her arm around Claires shoulders, guiding her to the door. ‘So let’s go to the bar and talk about him some more, maybe even video call him so we can see his handsome face, huh?’

Claire squealed, pulling out her phone, unlocking it to show Stef her wallpaper, a cute photo of Richard leaning in to kiss Claire’s cheek, a similar face to what she was wearing now. Pure happiness. 

Stef gave her friend a quick peck on the forehead. ‘So happy for you, honey.’

***

The bar was busy enough for how early it was. The girls picked at some nachos and dip while sipping beer from ridiculously tall glasses.

‘So, when you’re with Jared, do you get all the lovely squirmy love feelings too?’ Claire had reapplied her lipstick twice already having lost most of it to the entire rim of the beer glass. 

‘Kinda.’

‘What do you mean ‘kinda’,’ Claire looked at her quizzically.

‘Well, I do but I know that he’s not mine. If you get me?’

‘And the fact that he’s someone else’s husband stops you from knowing your true feelings for him?’

‘Kinda.’

Claire rolled her eyes. ‘Talk to me girl, you’re so fucking evasive.’

‘Well, it’s like this. I agreed to be the other woman, k? So that means when he’s not working, he’s with his family, when he’s away from his family, I’m his…’

‘Girlfriend.’

‘No.’

‘His whore.’ Claire winked.

‘Fuck off, Claire.’

‘What? I meant it in a nice way.’

Stef huffed, crossing her arms across her chest. ‘You’re not wrong.’

‘I know I’m not wrong, Stef. But you said it’s what you both wanted. So, he’s your whore too.’

Stef snorted a laugh. ‘Oh he is.’

Claire wriggled in her seat, a sure sign she was waiting for Stef to tell her everything.

‘No, bitch. You don’t get to know. Some things should stay private.’

‘Aw come on, I’d love to know what he’s like in the sack.’

Stef widened her eyes in warning, ‘I can’t just start talking about it, that’s not fair. I wouldn’t like it done to me!’

‘Fair enough!’ Claire scooped some guacamole onto her fork. 

‘So, long term?’

Stef sighed, ‘I dunno.’ 

‘Not something you’ve talked about? I mean, it’s been about six months now.’

‘About that, since we met. We haven’t been seeing each other that long.’

‘You and Richard?’

‘Don’t change the subject!’ Claire poked a finger in Stef’s direction.

‘We both know it’s what you want to talk about,’ Stef waggled an eyebrow. 

‘When will Jared be here?’

‘Sunday,’ Stef replied dismissively. ‘Do I have the hotel room to myself tonight?’

Claire let a contented sigh escape her mouth around the glass, ‘Most likely.’

‘Sweet, I’ll definitely be having phone sex with Jared, so don’t come back.’

Claire giggled, slopping beer down the front of her dress.

‘Oh fuck, I’m so nervous now thinking about Richard walking through the door. I feel like a schoolgirl.’

Stef snorted, remembering the line from Jared’s favourite movie, ‘I feel like a schoolboy again, a schoolboy who desperately wants to make sweet, sweet love to you.’ She snorted again thinking how that line worked out for Harry, poor guy. 

Stef could sympathise, there were often times she was clumsy with words or even just her body. When they were teenagers, Oscar would (lovingly) call her a bonehead, though mostly ‘Steffy’, which evolved to Effie. 

‘You’re mind has wandered, where did you go?’

‘Oscar.’ Stef blurted.

‘Oscar? Can you see him from here?’ Claire raised her hand and began waving excitedly.

‘Who are you waving at?’ Stef craned her neck looking about the room.

‘Oscar!’ Claire shouted. 

‘Oh my fucking god.’ 

Oscar was standing in the doorway, dressed in black, looking suave as fuck. He smiled, waving back at Claire, his smile widening when he saw Stef gaping at him.

‘Did you know he was coming?’ 

‘No! Did you?’

‘Why would I know?’ Claire shimmied out of her seat to hug Oscar. 

‘Hey Claire, so good to see you, it’s been an age.’

‘I know! You look good.’

Stef stood up, pulling Oscar into a hug without looking at him. Too tight of a hug maybe, she heard him grumbling. 

‘You ok?’ He asked, putting a hand on her lower back.

‘Surprised to see you here, is all.’

‘Well, I had time off and someone invited me so I figured I’d come and see what was up.’

Sliding into the booth next to Stef, he ordered three more of the ridiculous sized beers. 

‘You staying for the whole weekend, then?’ Stef bit her lip while Oscar nodded. 

Shit, she thought. There’s no way in hell Oscar and Jared won’t run into each other. 

‘Is that not ok with you Ms. James?’ Oscar queried, hearing her sigh.

‘Sorry, I read that if you don’t sigh, you die. That’s why all the people in the early version of the iron lungs died…’ 

Shut the fuck up, Stef, she thought, taking a huge gulp from her beer.

Oscar frowned at her before turning to Claire. ‘So how’s your dude?’

‘Oh my god, did Stef tell you about it?’

‘Uh, no…you did…that night you both got hella drunk and called me.’

‘Wow, yes, that was a fun night… I think.’

While they were both laughing, Stef was thinking about how she could keep the two men away from each other. Or why she would want to in the first place. Was she ashamed of what she was doing? Of course she was. 

He had warned her it would get messy, she had disagreed. There were parts of her life she liked to keep away from each other, exes and new partners were definitely one of them. 

Stef was so caught up in her own thoughts, she didn’t realise Claire had left the table. 

Oscar nudged her. ‘So what’s up, you can tell me if you’re not happy to see me.’

His half smile belied how he really felt. It wasn’t the happiest greeting he’d ever had. 

‘I am happy to see you.’ She responded brightly.

‘But…’

‘But nothing, don’t be silly,’ leaning into him to brush her shoulder against his.

‘Ah ha, I know what’s going on.’

Stef raised her eyebrow, ‘you do?’

‘Mmhmm.’

Oscar didn’t say anything, putting both of his elbows on the table, he gulped down the last of his beer.

Stef waited for an explanation that never came. Once his beer was gone, Oscar stood up from the table and made to leave.

‘Don’t go!’ Stef reached for his hand, grabbing it just in time. 

‘I just want to go for a piss.’

‘Oh,’ Stef felt a little deflated. And foolish.

‘I’ll leave you and loverboy alone this weekend, I promise.’ Oscar said softly, brushing his fingers through his dark curls. 

‘I thought you were leaving coz I was being an asshole.’

‘Why are you worried we might be in the same place at the same time, there will be a couple thousand people here, the chances of us meeting are slim. And if I stay away from you, we will probably not even be in the same side of the hotel.’

‘I’m sorry. I’m just…can you sit down so I can explain, or should I stand up?’

Oscar huffed and sat down, her hand still wrapped around his.

‘You’re not an asshole…’

‘Well, I feel like one. I don’t want you guys to meet because I want to keep some things private.’

‘This is quite a public place to keep things private, Effie.’

‘I mean from you! There are some things I want to keep from you to keep myself sane.’

‘I don’t deserve all parts of your life.’

Stef agreed, just not out loud. It was true, he wasn’t her partner, he didn’t get to live every moment of her life with her.

‘I’ll be around, Stef.’

Sighing, Stef put her hand against her forehead, cursing herself. Why was she such a dick? It definitely wasn’t him, not this time.

Sitting alone for a few minutes before Claire came back, Stef held back the tears. She should go after him and apologise, but he was gone. The bar itself was now half empty, the convention was kicking off. 

‘You ok, girl? Where’s Oscar?’

‘We had a disagreement.’ Stef said, sadly.

‘Oh no. About what?’

‘I told him I wanted him to leave me alone this weekend without actually using those exact words.’

‘Stef!’ Claire scolded.

‘I know, I should get over it and hang with him.’

‘Well, check who he is here with first, you don’t wanna be third wheel.’

‘Do you think he’s here with a woman?’ 

‘Probably, come on, he’s Oscar Isaac, he has women throwing themselves at him all the time. All. The. Time.’

‘Yeah I got it. Thanks.’ Stef rolled her eyes.

‘Can I give you some advice?’ Claire was typing something into her phone. 

‘Sure.’

‘Stop giving a crap.’

‘Just like that?’

‘Yes. Just like that.’ Claire clicked her fingers. ‘You’re worrying about two men meeting. Two men that are crazy about you and fall over themselves to please you all the damn time. What’s the worst that could happen? They might take their shirts off and fight. But, seriously, you’re an adult, you’re not going to get into ‘trouble’ with anyone. If someone has a problem, tell them to fuck off.’

‘You’re right.’

‘I know I am. Now if you’re not going after Oscar to fall at his feet and plead with him to forget you’re a crazy, paranoid person, then help me face-time Dick.’

‘You don’t need my help with that.’

‘Then go find Oscar.’ Claire dismissed her friend with a wave.

The beer had gone to her head pretty quick. Or her legs, whichever. She was a little unsteady but she was wearing a pair of heels, terrible footwear for walking Stef always said. 

Oscar was not in the bar, he wasn’t in the foyer and she wouldn’t have a chance of finding him in the huge rooms now stuffed with people. 

After trying his phone and not getting an answer, she got caught on her way through the doors. A woman was waving and grinning. ‘Oh my god, I’m such a big fan. I can’t believe you’re here.’

‘Hey, thanks.’ Was all she could say. It was rare to be recognised, but in a place this busy there was a bigger chance of it happening.

‘Yeah, I came with a friend. It’s my first convention.’ 

‘Wow, are you here to support Jared?’ The fan asked, kindly.

‘Yes and no. I’ll hang with him when he gets here but I have always wanted to see what goes on at these places, huge chance of me going home with a case full of memorabilia I don’t need!’ 

‘You’re so cute, can I get a picture with you?’ The girl pulled out her phone.

‘Only if I can get a picture with you!’

Several clicks later, Stef asked that she be tagged in absolutely everything she takes pictures of this weekend. The fan was a sweet girl after all. You always need more sweet in your life, right?

The cool air rushed at her as she stepped out into the street, the sun was hanging low and bright in the sky. Hearing a whistle, she turned and found Oscar at the corner of the building across the street. He waved her over.

‘I thought you were giving up.’ Stef nodded to the cigarette hanging from his lips.

‘I thought you were giving up on me.’

‘Nah, I came to apologise.’

‘Oh really?’ Oscar laughed. He was always quick to let go of his bad moods. 

‘Yeah. I’m sorry. I’m a jerk.’

‘Don’t apologise.’

‘I just did. So can you live with me being an asshat?’

Oscar shrugged, his gaze hanging on her like the smoke that clings to your clothes well after the cigarette is gone.

‘I’m not worried about anyone meeting you. It’ll just be less embarrassing for me if you guys don’t meet. And it was nice seeing you showing up like that.’ Stef crossed her arms across her chest, looking at the ground rather than at him.

He still didn’t say anything, he was just looking at her and she hated it. He was dissecting her. When she finally met his eyes, she wondered if he was undressing her in his mind. She could never really tell with him. 

‘OK.’ He replied, simply, finishing his cigarette. ‘We’re both asshats. Can we enjoy the weekend together and not together?’ 

‘Yes.’ Stef walked towards him as he opened his arms to her. 

‘Are you here with somebody?’

‘I’m here with a few people.’

‘That’s not what I was asking.’ She felt Oscar chuckle. 

‘I’m here with someone and I’m here with a group of people too. So get out of here unless you meet and the world implodes.’ 

Stef shivered, rubbing her arms. She had left her jacket with Claire. ‘Oh god, I’ve left Claire in the bar.’

‘Oh no, that girl can’t handle herself, you should go to her rescue.’ Oscar said sarcastically, crossing the street back to the hotel.

‘Well, I didn’t think I’d be gone this long, I got stopped while I was looking for you.’

‘I haven’t been stopped yet.’

‘You’re super famous, so they’re probably afraid to approach you.’

‘It’s still early…’ his sentence was interrupted by someone shouting, no, screaming his name. Several women lunged at him, pushing cameras into his face. 

Stef offered to take some pictures for them, even being surprised when one of them asked her for a photo too.

She took a mental note to thank Jared for making her recognisable in the street. It hadn’t been her music, it had definitely been him.

Oscar walked her back to the bar, walking as quickly as they could through the throngs of people gathering everywhere.

Claire was in an embrace when they found their table. Stef cleared her throat, surprised to see Richard’s head duck out from behind Claire.

‘Hey!’

‘Wow, two surprises in one day!’ Stef grinned at Claire.

‘Right? I called him and he pretended to be getting ready but he was already here!’

Richard was eyeing Oscar.

‘Oscar, Richard. Richard, Oscar.’ It wasn’t really necessary to introduce them but it was polite.

‘Well, tickle me pink. I had no idea you were coming here together.’

‘We didn’t,’ Oscar and Stef spoke together.

‘Just met randomly, actually.’ Oscar offered.

Claire was wiping lipstick from Richard’s face. 

‘Are you joining us?’ Richard held his hand up for the server.

‘Why not.’ Oscar slid across the seat across from Richard, patting the empty space for Stef to sit next to him.

‘Great! Beers for all then.’

‘Yay!’ The giddiness from the couple opposite them was palpable. 

While they whispered and giggled with each other, Oscar leaned in, ‘we were like that as teenagers.’

Stef grinned. ‘We were. It’s cute isn’t it.’

Oscar sighed, ‘man I miss those days.’

‘Of carefree making out!’ He laughed, seeing Stef make a face.

‘And feeling you up behind the gym hall.’ A shiver ran up her spine as he leaned in close to whisper.

‘Oscar!’ She whispered back, scolding him. Squeezing her hand on his knee, making him jump and try to pull her hand way. 

‘Calm down there, you two.’ Richard winked at Stef when he saw her blushing.

This weekend is gonna be interesting, she thought.

***

Much like the previous hotel meeting, Jared was upon her before she had time to close the door. 

His mouth was on her neck, biting playfully. ‘Having a good time so far? I brought you a gift.’

‘Why?’

Jared presented a rose by putting it between his teeth and lifting her and physically throwing her onto the bed.

‘Jared!’

Stef was giggling so much she couldn’t form a sentence. Jared was busy stripping to music in his head.

There would be no calming him. He would come down in his own time. 

Once the excitement of seeing each other wore off, their clothes would be on the floor.

Jared lay next to her, running his hand along her hip, resting his long fingers against the cooling skin of her stomach. ‘It hasn’t even been that long since I’ve seen you but it feels too damn long.’ He complained.

‘I always say you’re insatiable.’ Stef propped herself up on her elbow, sweeping her fingers across the hair that fell into his face. He kissed her mouth, her chin, her eyelids. 

‘Thanks for coming, by the way.’

‘You made me come.’ 

Jared shuddered with laugher, ‘I meant to the convention. Get your mind out of the gutter, Stef!’

‘NEVER!’ 

Stef launched herself onto him, pinning his arms down, straddling him. Her strength was no match for his, he could pull out of her meagre grip easily. But was enjoying this. Stef was wiggling her hips, grinding her core against his balls. His cock twitching against his stomach.

‘You gonna ride me, pretty girl?’ 

‘Maybe.’ She teased, leaning over him. Her nipples grazing lightly against the hair on his chest, he groaned as she kissed him. ‘Please, never stop kissing me like you do.’ Jared lifted his hips to grind into her as she moved, rubbing her slick along his cock. 

Sliding her hand down the soft underside of his arm to his chest agonisingly slow, she sucked on his lower lip, pulling away for just a moment to see his face. His lips puckered, eyes closed. He looked beautiful, innocent even. 

Her hand reached between them, pushing at his cock with her fingers so she could angle him at her entrance. His mouth fell open slowly as she slid down onto him. 

Capturing her hands with his he pulled her flush against his chest, entwining their fingers over his head while she ground onto him. 

Jared put his feet flat on the mattress to get some leverage so he could thrust into her, slow and steady, allowing the pleasure to build.

They were kissing softly, with tongues, sucking noisily at each other when he came with soft groan, halting his hips while he was still buried deep inside her. 

‘I need your hands,’ she whispered against his jaw.

She was on her back, his fingers moving against her, inside her, his cum dripping from her swollen lips, he used it, pushing four of his fingers up against the front of her walls. She came hard, arching off the mattress, grabbing his hair. 

Both panting, sticky with sweat, they lay in silence. Jared’s phone rang.

He ignored it until the second call came in. ‘What the hell?’ he grumbled, getting off the bed, Using his ‘clean’ hand to pick up his phone. His eyes widened when he saw his messages. A few had pinged while they were fucking. 

‘What is it?’

Standing by the bed, gloriously naked, he cursed.

‘My family are here.’ 

‘At the hotel?’ Stef was pulling on her bathrobe. 

‘They’re at my door right now. Gen says she’s been knocking, she wants to know where I am.’

Jared ran to the bathroom, a string of curses following him. Stef heard him running the water for a minute before grabbing his clothes and dressing quicker than she’d ever seen.

‘I’m so sorry, Stef. I didn’t know they were coming.’

’S’okay.’

Jared huffed angrily and took a steady breath. ‘I have to go see them.’

Stef threw his beanie to him as he was grabbing for the door handle.

‘Thanks.’ 

As he opened the door, he turned on his heel and moved towards her, grabbing the back of her neck and kissed her quickly. ‘I’ll make it up to you.’

Stef nodded. He was out of sight before the door clicked closed behind him.

‘I hate surprises.’ Stef threw herself back onto the bed.

[sarifel-corrisafid-ilxhel]

Concept Piece #5

Had an idea once. A story where the main character doesn’t know anything about Yeerks, Andalites, Skrit-Na, Pemalites, or Nine Inch Nails. What they do know is a weird guy at college named Alan Fangor.

“Now, E equals m c squared is only part of the equation, even though that’s the part everyone remembers. It only applies to objects at rest. Can anyone think back to their assignment from yesterday and tell me what the equation for an object in motion is?”

The professor looked around at the class expectantly. Blank stares and no response from everybody. A frown crossed his face as his head swept across the room. He looked at me. Uh-oh.

I hastily covered the papers on my desk- I was actually still working on my assignment in class in hopes of turning it in before the class ended and salvaging what was left of my GPA. Crap, he saw it.

“Mr. Davidson?”

I cleared my throat. “Sorry Professor, I don’t know.”

He nodded. ���Right. Anybody?” Annoyance crept into his voice. “Did anybody even do the work I assigned?” The professor’s gaze fell on a student in the back of the classroom.

“How about you Alan, you look like you’re about to burst out of your seat.”

Alan had been leaning forward, his mouth covered with the side of a balled up fist. His leg twitched a little as he stared intently at the chalkboard, like he was staring through the formulas the professor had written. Maybe he hoped if he stared at it hard enough, it would catch fire.

The professor raised his voice. “Mr. Fangor, are you with us?”

Alan jerked suddenly as he realized the professor was talking to him. “The equation for the relationship between energy and and mass at speed is E squared equals mc squared, squared, plus pc squared, but special considerations have to be taken for-” He stopped suddenly and covered his face with both hands. I thought I heard him groan.

“Thank you, somebody actually reads the material!” The professor returned to the chalkboard and began to scribble more equations onto the board. “Now if we were to assume an object has no mass, such as a photon, we would use E equals pc, because the mass is zero and doesn’t have any impact on the equation. You could include it for completeness, but physicists don’t have time for zeros...” ”Negligible isn’t zero,” Alan muttered quietly before his head hit the desk with a ‘thunk’. He returned to sketching in his notebook, frowning every now and then. I was pretty sure he didn’t take notes in these classes.

.....

“Hey, Alan!”

Alan whipped around in surprise and nearly fell over as I jogged up behind him. He steadied himself, but I couldn’t help grinning. The guy was a klutz.

Finally, with a grumble of annoyance, he figured out how to respond. “What?”

“Sorry about startling you. Uh, I wanted to ask if you wanted to come to a game night. Some friends of mine and I run a fantasy campaign, and we were looking for new players...” He gave me a strange look. “Uh, I saw your doodles,” I explained. “It seems like something you’d be interested in.”

Alan was new to the university. He had transferred in from...somewhere. I never actually found out where. But he was one of the smartest people there, at least with the sciences and computers. I’d never met anyone who could tell you about why he thought Einstein was wrong but couldn’t tell you the difference between baseball and soccer. That was Alan, though. Brilliant. Crazy. He had an imagination larger than the universe I lived in.

“Oh...” He looked down briefly. “You weren’t supposed to see those.”

“Why not? They’re awesome. That centaur with the scorpion tail looks absolutely sweet.”

“Yeah, they’re um...They’re private. For a game I was working on.”

“I see.”

He was silent for a moment, and then he turned to walk away. I watched him, briefly. As far as I knew, his only friend was a girl he liked named Loren. His head was always elsewhere, up in space I guess. He was never going to get through life like that. He needed somebody to bring him down to Earth. I ran back up to him.

“Hey, wait! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you. Look...” I fumbled for the words for a moment. “We meet every other Friday at my place.” I offered him a small piece of paper with an address on it. “You can bring Loren if you’d like. I’d really like it if you came, at least once. I think you’d enjoy it.”

Alan stared at the piece of paper before slowly taking it. He shoved it into his pocket unceremoniously, and I sighed. He wasn’t going to come. “Thanks, I guess.”

There was one last thing I could think of. One thing that might sway him, change his mind. I had been saving it, just in case. “We’re going to have snacks there. Hotdogs, chips and dip, salsa. We were thinking about bringing cinnamon buns.”

His eyes lit up, and he stared at me. “And I can bring Loren?”

“Yeah, of course. We’ll have enough for everybody.”

He was silent for a moment, studying me. And then, finally: “I’ll see what she says.” Hah! Success! I knew the snacks offer would work. You see, there’s one thing you can always count on with college students- They’ll go anywhere for free food.

.....

Alan was reclining on the couch, looking up at the ceiling. His fingers drummed along the edge of the seat. “A few of the aliens in Star Wars might have been a little realistic, but most of them were clearly just humans in costume. Star Trek is even worse. Now, if you want to talk about real aliens, you’ve gotta think outside the box. Maybe some are centaurs? Maybe some are slugs. We’ll um...we’ll call the slugs Yeerks.”

It was our bi-weekly gathering of the nerds, and everyone was there. We were all extremely excited about a new movie that had just come out called Star Wars, and our D&D game had been postponed to talk about it.

“Slugs? You mean like, giant monster slugs?” I tried to imagine what an alien slug might look like, and all I could see was a large garden slug scaling the side of the Empire State Building with a small woman clinging to its eyestalks. I laughed. “Ok Al, that can’t possibly be more realistic than the Klingons.”

Al fixed me with a look that said he was dead serious. Next to him, his girlfriend Loren had turned her head to listen. “No, small ones. Maybe...” He leaned forward and scribbled on a piece of paper. “Maybe five, six inches long?” He frowned and chewed on the end of the pencil as he thought. “Lets say they’re parasites. They crawl into your brain, through the ear..."

Richie snorted. "Yeah, right." He rolled his eyes at me for a moment. "There isn't a direct path from the ear to the brain, Alan. Now, the Egyptians used to pull mummy brains out through the nose, so maybe that would work..."

Alan arched his eyebrows before looking back up at the ceiling. "My point is, aliens should be alien. They shouldn't look like your uncle got into your aunt's makeup." He reached for another nacho and dipped it in his soda before crunching down. Yeah. Alan's strange. But he had a point, I guess?

[bats-and-brats]

Story Time pt. 2

Ok in honor of 2k (hella fuckin late sorry) I️ decided to do anyother chaotic story. @yeethoven69 was once again there

So my friends Mary and Nat and I️ (+marys mom and brother) road tripped down to New Orleans. The ride down was quite fine actually but the second we step our god damn toes in New Orleans shit went down. So we got there at like 9 at night and its New Orleans so people where obviously gettting turnt right so it three 16 year old girls a 15 year old boy and a mom walking down the streets of New Orleans at night and the first fucking thing we see is a god damn robbery. Now my one friend had been to New Orleans before and kept repeating “We can’t go to Burbon Street”. Guess where we found ourselves? Fucking Burbon Street. Started out with this guy looking at me and my 2 friends calling us whores then turning around and calling us beautiful ladies. Then this other guy drunk outta his god damn mind looked at us, you could see the gears turning in his head and the questions running through his brain ‘Are they underage?’ But he said fuck it and went “Want whipped cream on those titties?” And by then I was ready to leave the state. It was basically a video game title Escape the Drunkard on day 1. Day 2 I bought a stuffed alligator and we named it Killajuhwan. I took a nap and apperantly said squidward in my sleep. And we took a ghost tour about pirates then snorted powdered sugar because. Day 2 was relatively fine. Day fucking 3. Day god damn 3. DAY FUCKING 3, this is a fucking cursed day. I’m just gonna copy and paste our list of shit that we saw and leave it at that

Hit n Run food store

Crackhouses

The Spicey Nacho

3 Dead dogs

“Let the good times boil”

Grandma cage

Botox available

Sign: Clinton ahead slaughter to the left

“That ant hill was bigger than my will to live”

Drone on the side of the road

Father and Son walking away from large fire (Like an actual fucking forest fire)

Single light up shoe in ditch

Then we have The Smell. I’ve been through some shit ok, but nothing was worse than The Smell. We must have passes something in the car because JESUS CHRIST I thought I was taking my last fucking breaths. Here are some quotes from the aftermath of The Smell.

“Jesus save us” “He’s not coming back down here. The smell would kill him again.”

“The smell was the worst thing that’s ever been up my nose.”

“It was like preparing for a nuclear war with a wooden shield.”

“I saw death today. He was outside the window waving a stink bug.”

“The Smell is the 5th Horseman that nobody talks about.”

I think about Day 3 every day and its been like 4 months.

I don’t even have the energy to talk about Day 4.

So heres another story that nobody fucking asked for. R.I.P

[axelsagewrites]

Jace Wayland*Theatre

Summary: Jace had a little secret pleasure...sappy movies. Normally it wouldn't land anyone in danger but (y/N) isn't that lucky.

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Working at a movie theatre wasn't the worst job I've ever had. We got free popcorn, one free movie a month and had a family and friends discount. Sure, snot nose tweens and irritating families were a pain to serve and deal with but it sure was better than serving fries to them. A lot less grease.

So on weekends and 2 nights a week I would serve popcorn and drinks, take customers money for tickets, and some unfortunate times…clean the theatres. It wasn’t glamorous but it was better than toilet duty.

I worked with another teenager, Clare, who hated having to clean the theatres. It took longer to clean the theatre than the toilet so we had a deal, she did the toilets while I did the theatre. This meant I wasn’t behind the counter as long as he so fewer people. Yay!

Were meant to wait 5 minutes after the credits to go in to clean up. By that point pretty much everyone is gone apart from a few ‘intimate’ couples, depending on the film. As I wheeled the trolley into the large room I thought I heard something but brushed it off.

I sorted out the small hallway leading into the theatre and wheeled my trolley into the main part. I glanced over the cinema to see the carnage. It was pretty normal; popcorn spilt everywhere, empty drink cans and bottles, some forgotten items and such. However, as I looked further up the seats I saw this wasn’t going to be a normal night. “The films finished sir. You need to leave.” I called over to the man hunched over in his seat.

I could see him stiffen but he didn’t move. I sighed and began walking up to him. he was in the luxury seating part so I already didn’t want to deal with him. Last time I had to talk to someone in that section it was a family of 5 with a snotty mother and bratty kids who thought they were better than me. “Sir, you need to leave.” I crossed my arms and stood at the end of the row.

Because I was this close I could hear him better now. He was crying, sobbing even.  “Dude, you ok?” My voice went from annoyed to concerned but uncomfortable. It's not often I have to deal with crying men. I walked closer to him and sat a couple seats away from him.

He looked up but kept looking forward. He swallowed hard. “Um, yeah. This is, well, embarrassing.” He stuttered out, rubbing the back of his neck. I cocked an eyebrow but didn’t say anything. Tears still poured down his face but he was furiously rubbing them away as they fell. “Sometimes I hate movies.”

“Wait, what film is this?”

“Um, fault in our stars?” It came out more of a question but I understood.

I looked him over properly. He was in his late teens with golden hair. I couldn’t really see his eyes since he was looking away from me. He was definitely fit. He wore all black and had tats on his neck. Runes.

My brothers a werewolf so I know about the shadow world but I'm not randomly going to say that. “I get it. John Green may be amazing but sometimes I want to punch him for that ending.” Seeing his confusion I added. “It was a book before a movie. You should read it sometime.”

“Maybe.” I stood up and dusted my butt off. Someone had left popcorn in the seat I sat in. “I guess I should go…” He spoke slowly.

“Yeah.” I began walking back to the trolley. “I need to do a deep clean tonight.”

“Why?”

“This was the last movie in this theatre, so it needs to be ‘spotless’ for tomorrow.” I began to pick up the empty tubs and cans from the front row, tossing them into the trash bag attached to my trolley.

As he was leaving he turned back and said. “Hey, just so you know I don’t normally, well…”

“Cry alone at chick flicks for teenage girls? Sure” I teased, a smile on my lips. “I believe you.” He ducked his head and left. I had to laugh slightly.

 It was a week since chick flick left, Clare dubbed him that after I told her, and I was behind the counter. I served the pale customers who were clearly vampires their twilight tickets and put on a fake smile for the next person. Looking at the golden-haired boy in front of me my lips twitched into a smile. “Hey there.” I grinned.

“Hi,” he grinned, sheepishly. “One for new moon.”

“Sure you can handle that?” he gave a sarcastic smile to me and I laughed lightly. I tapped the screen and the ticket came out. “Anything else?”

“Um, one medium butter popcorn, a blue slush and your name.” I smiled and updated his order.

“Ok, that'll be $10.50”

His face scrunched up to one of confusion. “You sure, its normally more.” He said as he handed over a $20.

“Friends and family discount.” I smiled. I gave him his snack, drink and ticket. “It's (Y/N).”

“Jace.”

Jace went into the theatre and resumed my job. I filled Clare in on what happened and she squealed slightly. Thank god he was already in the theatre.

I was aimlessly staring into space when the movie finished and people flooded out. As I saw Jace pass I sent him a smile which he returned. I swear his eyes were slightly red.

 At least once a week Jace would come in to see a chick flick. We couldn’t speak much but we had a small conversation every now and then after his film finished.

The cinema was pretty much dead when I next saw him. he and a group of other shadowhunters walked in as I stood next to Clare. “Do you think they’re in a gang? Look at their matching tats.”

“I've got these ones.” I chuckled at her panicked face. I walked over to the till to greet them. There was Jace, a tall dark-haired boy, a similar looking girl, a short ginger and a flamboyantly dressed Asian man. I mean who wears glittery pink shirts and purple waistcoat to some random cinema downtown. “Hi, what can I get you?”

“5 tickets to the dark night.” The tall boy spoke, not even looking at me. “3 large butter popcorns and 5 blue slushes.”

“Ok,” I muttered as I started ringing them up.

“Oh, and some nachos, please.” The redhead added.

I smiled at her. “No problem.” At least she had manners. As I was pouring their drinks I glanced at Jace. “Sure you want to see this movie? I'm pretty sure mean girls is on.” I spoke lowly and with a smirk.

“We’re sure.”  The dark haired girl spoke.

I jumped at her words. “Forgot about your tats,” I muttered, barely audible, but I saw the tall one cock an eyebrow. “That'll be $56.75.”

The flamboyant one handed over the money but the tall shadowhunters eyes never left me. “Thanks.” He said slowly as I handed over their stuff. I gave a tight-lipped smile and quickly turned back to Clare.

We barely had any more customers that night. It was kind of unusual since the sun had set so there were normally some vamps catching the last screening. They’d probably got wind of the shadowhunters.

Clare had to leave early for a family thing so I agreed to close up. It was around half past midnight and I was staring at the clock waiting for the last movie to finish. I had cleaned mopped the toilets, cleaned the counters, wiped everything down and had even swept the main entrance. As soon as I could I was closing this place. I had an eery feeling and I wanted out. I don’t know if it's because of the demon hunters or the fact that there was hardly anyone here. Something just wasn’t right.

Sure enough, right as credits started rolling the shadow hunters came out the theatre. They had been the only ones in there and I hope there isn’t a huge mess. I smiled at them as they left.

What was strange was they stood outside the cinema, just looking around. I gulped and went into the empty screening. The tech guys had cut the credits short so it was silent. I looked around and saw that it was basically spotless. At least I didn’t have to do anything.

As I walked back into the main part I jumped at the figure standing near the till. “Jace.”

“Hey,” He turned to face me. “when does your shift end?”

I froze for a second before slapping myself internally. “Um, as soon as I close the till.” He nodded and watched as I did just that.

As I was powering it off the tech guy, James, walked out. I meet James before I started working here. My brother was in his pack and he got me the job. “You ok to close up?” I asked him. he saw Jace and smirked.

“Of course.”

I grabbed my bag which I left under the counter and walked towards the door. Jace followed. “How are you getting home.”

“I borrowed my brother's car.”

“I’ll walk you.” Jace stepped closer to me as we walked. I noticed his friends standing near the cinema watching us. The tall one seemed on edge, just like the rest of them. “You’re a friend, James, is he a fighter?”

“Um, yeah, why?” I asked, startled by the question. I assume he can fight because of the werewolf thing.

“Just curious.” He smiled.

As we got to my car I unlocked it and got in. he shut the door for me and went to walk away. I quickly rolled down my window and shouted out. “Wait!” He turned back and walked closer. “Why did you walk me out? Is there a demon or something?” I whispered the last part. His eyes went wide for a moment. “I know what you are.”

He nodded. “Let's just say…” he started slowly. “some vamps and wolfs are having a disagreement tonight.” I paled and thought of my brother and James. “Nothing we cant handle. I want you to go home, lock the doors and have a good nights sleep. I’ll visit you at work tomorrow. Ok?” I nodded and put the car in drive.

That night I barely slept. I was scared for my brother but I had asked and he said nothing was happening. Could I believe him?

The next day I went to work but it wasn’t Jace that came. The tall shadowhunter from the night before walked in. “You need to come with me.” I froze. “Now.”

Clare couldn’t even see this man. I told her I was going on break and left. “Where are we going?”

“It's best if you don’t talk. They might hear you.”

Turns out my brother was up to something. And now they wanted me to get to him.

[cy4658-writes]

23. Everything about you is so easy to love

°Your POV°

I was stuffing my face with those delicious nachos and cheese when I felt a knock on my door.

I did just tell Dan he could come over; I did not expect him to arrive when I had a hand full of nachos in my mouth.

I tried chewing and swallow them before I got to the door, I just couldn’t.

What was I supposed to do now? Oh fuck it; I’ll just cover my mouth.

-Jush a shecond. I managed to mumble

I opened the door and waved Dan hello as made a gesture signaling that he should enter.

Gave another few chews to the food in my mouth and, with great effort, I swallowed. Patted myself in the chest and muffled a cough.

‘You are always so delightful to watch’ I thought to myself.

Dan just stood in front of me; contemplating the picture I was giving him and just burst out laughing.

-I’m fine. I said shaking my head while I walked back to the couch. Come, sit. What’s up?

He just sat there, with his hands over his knees, looking at his feet in dead silence.

-I don’t read minds, sweetheart. What’s up? What did you want to ask me? I inquired while grabbing the bowl of nachos to offer him some.

He shook his head and sighted, still not saying a word. ‘What the hell is going on with this guy now?’ I thought.

-Dan, you are scaring me. Are you alright? I asked again but this time, I started rubbing his back with my left hand.

He was making me nervous.

He sighted again, still not making eye contact

-I’m sorry. I just….You don’t have to say yes, though.

-Say yes to what? Whatever you are thinking, you better spill it out before I assume you are having a stroke.

There were a few more moments of silence until he shifted his body towards me. He was now facing me, his right leg folded under his butt. He looked scared. He started making me a bit uncomfortable.

All of a sudden he laughed; I didn’t understand what the hell was going on.

-You have cheese all over your face. He grinned as he proceeded to rub it off with his thumb.

-Forget the cheese. You are making me nervous. TALK. I now demanded

­-Ok, so…hummmm---Remember the organization I told you about? The one that’s having a fundraiser in two weeks?

-I do, yes. What about it?

-Well, it turns out that I got more invitations that what I initially anticipated. I was going to go with Phil, but I got four tickets. And I wanted him to use that opportunity to go on a date with Hazel.  He and Hazel have a thing for each other since like forever and Hazel said yes and---

-Dan, you are rambling. I interrupted. He was talking at light speed and I was falling off tracks in the conversation

I grabbed his hand between mine.

-You don’t want Phil to go with Hazel? Is that it? You want to ask me how to tell him to ‘un-invite’ Hazel? I was so confused.

He took a deep breath.

-Actually, I was wondering if you’d like to go as MY plus one to the event.

His face turned bright red after he said that and I could even feel his palm a bit sweaty, as I still had his hand in mine.

That question took me by surprise; I’m not going to lie.

All I could say was

-Oh...

My lack of response was now making him even more nervous.

-You don’t have to say yes. I mean, it’s weird that I asked you. We don’t know each other that well. Again, you don’t have to say yes. Forget that I asked you that stupid question. He said as he stood up.

I could feel he wanted to run away but he couldn’t. I was still holding his hand.

-Shut up. You are giving me a headache. I joked as I pulled his arm down and forced him to sit back down. I would love to go with you.

Now it finally downed on me, he was nervous because he was asking me out. ON A DATE

God, he is incredibly and adorably awkward.

-You would?

-Well, I was not about to say no to free food and booze. I stuck my tongue out and winked at him.

As stupid as that may sound, I felt that it’d lighten up the mood.

He started giggling.

All of a sudden it hit me. I just agreed to go to, what he called an award show like event.

I’m the most casual person in the whole wide world, I only got dressed up for weddings. How the hell was going to pull off a sophisticated look?

I was internally panicking but in order to go onto a full on freak out mode, I had to ask

-So, what I should wear? Should I match with you in some way, shape or form? I’m sorry, I’m just not very good at….you know? Dressing up all girly and pretty.

I wouldn’t say I’m not feminine, but I normally go for comfortable clothes rather than what’s on trend or whatever.

I could feel my facial expression was telling him that I was internally screaming my head off.

-No, we don’t have to match. He smiled. I’ll be wearing a blue tux because its black tie, but you can wear whatever dress you feel like it. I’m sure you can put a potato sack and still look amazing.

Ok, now not only was I losing my shit but the idiot made me blush as well.

-I see. Ok, I’m going to wait till you leave so I can freak out about it in peace.

-Wait no! Why? If you are not comfortable with it, you don’t have to go. I promise I won’t get upset.

-Daniel, I’ve said I’m going and I will, so shut the fuck up.

-Alright, alright. I’ll shut up now.

We both kept quiet. So much so that I heard Dan’s phone vibrating in his pocket.

-Sorry, I have to go. Food arrived.

I still was speechless so all I could do is nod.

I walked him to the door without even saying a word, like if for some reason I was now mute. My head, on the other hand, was spinning at 20 thousand miles an hour.

-I know you asked me to shut up but…are you sure?

No, I was not sure, not really but I would never tell him that.

I planted a kiss on his cheek.

-It’ll be my pleasure.

We both grinned.

-Nice! Text me later?

-Will do.

As I closed the door, I frenetically started looking dresses and texted Laura. I needed someone to guide me through this as I was not mentally prepared for any of it.

 °Dan’s POV°

As I got into the apartment, I found Hazel and Phil setting up the table.

I startled them with the sound of my keys hitting the glass bowl next to the door as I tossed them in.

-SO?!!? They shouted in harmony.

-She said yes. I’ve got a date

The moment I said those words out loud, my heart started racing again. I actually asked Y/N on a date, not any date but to be my plus one to, probably, one of the most important nights in my life.

The fact that she said yes made me happy and now I had 2 weeks to be a complete nerve wreck.

Hazel and Phil hugged me, like if I just told them I won 10 million pounds.

-I told you she wouldn’t say no, Danny! My 6th sense never fails.

The rest of the night was a blur; I don’t even recall what movie we watched or what we talked about.

All I could think about was what she would look like on that night. A million possibilities run through my head and all of them managed to take my breath away.

[kprciffdw]

Kim Possible: The Extremely Secret Files-Part 17

They made their way through the long corridor, hurrying towards Ron as fast as they could. Along the way, they ran into Rufus. Kim: "Rufus! If you're here, then that means Ron can't be too far off."

He seemed panicky as he pointed towards another direction. Ratchet: "He seems to want us to follow him." Kim: "Lead the way, Rufus."

They followed Rufus through the corridor some more. They kept going until they stopped in front of something that displeased them a lot. They found Ron locked in a room containing a lot of monkeys, which he was running from while screaming a lot. They both found this to be awkward but Kim didn't seem surprised to see this. Ratchet: "Uh…you did tell me that Ron was afraid of monkeys, but…I had no idea that it was this bad." Kim: "Come on, Ratchet. We have to help him."

Kim ran off. Ratchet hesitated for a bit. Ratchet: "Um…OK…be right there."

He followed after her.

They worked together trying to get the door open, but Ratchet gave up and just blasted it open. Ron immediately ran out with all of the monkeys chasing him. Kim and Ratchet exchanged displeased looks with each other and went after them.

They ran past the monkeys, grabbed Ron and used their grappling items to reach a very high ledge. Rufus had a chance to reunite with Ron. Ron: "Rufus!"

Down below them, the monkeys eventually gave up, turned around and went the other way. Ron, relieved to finally be away from that panic fest, grabbed both Kim and Ratchet and embraced them closely in an emotional manner. Ron: "Oh! KP! Ratchet! Thank goodness you guys came for me! I thought I would never escape from those vicious beasts!"

Ratchet, annoyed, pushed Ron off of himself and Kim. Ratchet: "Will you calm down? They weren't that bad! I mean, geez, I had no idea your fear of those animals were that severe!"

Ron then became sad; Ratchet then grew less tense as he noticed this. Ratchet: "Come on, let's go find Clank."

Ratchet walked off with Kim. Ron stood by, hesitating. Ron: "But…but…Drakken said…he'll destroy Bueno Nacho if we were to…escape…HE'S GONNA DESTROY BUENO NACHO!" Kim: "Ron! Drakken is not going to destroy Bueno Nacho! Don't worry, I'll see to it that he doesn't. Now let's just keep going already."

They walked off with Ron following behind.

They kept on their way, fighting off more robots through another corridor. They were eventually able reach the hanger bay where they reunited with Clank. Ron: "Clank! Where have you been?" Ratchet: "Did you manage to run into your little friend?" Clank: "I do not know what you mean."

Ratchet smiled at him in a somewhat mocking manner. Kim and Ron were confused. Ron: "Uh…little friend?" Ratchet: "Oh, just an admirer of Clank's. She helped us to escape." Kim: "OK…so what now?"

They looked around for a bit. Just then, Ron noticed something. Ron: "Hey, Ratchet, is that your ship over there?"

Looked over and also noticed Ratchet's ship, encased in a force field. Ratchet: "Dang it! They impounded my ship!" Ron: "Really? It doesn't look like it was flattened to me." Kim: "No, Ron, impound means to take something and encase it. You know, as in confiscating?" Ron: "Oh, right. Wait! If the ship is encased in that force field, then that means…aw, man! We're still stuck here!" Ratchet: "Yeah, obviously we are, Ron!" Clank: "We are going to need to deactivate that force field if we ever hope to leave this place, unfortunately. How we are able to do that, I am unsure." Ron: "So how will we?" Kim: "Hm…"

She pulled out the Kimmunicator. Kim: "Wade, come in." Wade: "Kim? Thank goodness you're OK! I was worried about you! Where are you guys now?" Kim: "We're aboard the flying lab that Ratchet and I were on during the start of this mission. It's been taken over by Thugs-4-Less and converted into a prison. We were a few of its prisoners." Ron: "Uh, were?" Kim: "Oh and the Thugs-4-Less were bought out by Drakken, who is now working with Mr. Fizzwidget and Megacorp." Wade: "Wow, the bad news just keeps piling up." Ratchet: "Tell us something we don't know, Wade." Wade: "Well, if you guys are hoping to hear some good news, then you're in luck. I have been working on a few new gadgets that may help you guys out. Ratchet, I've looked into upgrading your wrench. I was researching the one that you lent to me and have found that I can incorporate a stronger, denser metal. I will need to have you send your other wrench so I can look into that in exchange for your old wrench." Ratchet: "Um, OK, I can do that."

Wade's vendor reappeared; Ratchet placed his current wrench into the vendor. It was swapped out for his old wrench. He pulled it out of the vendor. Wade looked into the other wrench. Wade: "Hm… interesting, the metal from this wrench is surprisingly more durable. But the molecular structure seems a lot more advanced. I'll need to research on this some more. In the meantime, I should tell you about the modifications that I have done with your old wrench. It should be much stronger than it was before. You'll notice it once you actually start using it. I think you'll be impressed by the results." Ratchet: "I'll take your word for it. Thanks again, Wade, you rock."

Wade smiled. Kim: "So, Wade, any indications on where Drakken and Shego could be? They stole that container with all of the shuttle pieces that I've collected." Wade: "What? They've stolen every single piece of that space shuttle that we've collected!? Why didn't you tell me sooner!?" Kim: "Because finding Ron was more important at the time. Besides, I'm not worried about finding those 2; we can handle that just fine." Wade: "Well…I wouldn't be too sure about that. I can't seem to find Shego anywhere, although I am able to pinpoint that Drakken is still on the large vessel." Ratchet: "Let's go find him!" Kim: "Point us in the right direction." Wade: "He's due North. Take the first door on the left." Kim: "Got it! Let's go."

They rushed towards that door as fast as they could and ran in.

They arrived within another corridor and navigated themselves through. They faced off against more robots; however, there was something different about them. Kim: "Hm…the designs of these robots seem familiar…could they be some of Drakken's designs?" Ron: "I would think so; they look a lot like the kind that we have faced off against many times in the past."

Along the way, they ran into Lilo and Stitch. Ratchet: "Lilo? Stitch? What are you doing here? No, wait, don't tell me, you're looking for another one of your Experiments, aren't you?" Lilo: "Yep, that's exactly right." Stitch: "Ih!" Lilo: "But we just lost sight of it, maybe you can help us find it?" Kim: "Sure. Perhaps we can help each other out again." Lilo: "Sounds good to me." Stitch: "Okie-taka!"

Just then, they heard a loud crashing noise. Ratchet: "What was that!?" Kim: "It sounded like it came from behind that door!" Ratchet: "Let's go."

They rushed through the nearby door almost immediately. When they ran through, they were shocked to find that the corridor had its floors completely destroyed, crumbling into a large lava pit below. They looked outward and spotted Drakken on another hover vehicle, laughing maniacally. He became startled immediately after spotting them. Stitch: "(growl) Drakken!"

Drakken flew off on his vehicle. Ratchet: "Come on, we can't let him get away!"

Kim and Ratchet, with the use of their flying equipment, flew across the lava pit while carrying Ron and Lilo. Stitch crawled on the walls. They made their chase with Drakken as they flew through the corridor. He made many attempts to lose them with a few devices such as explosives and even tossed out some of his own robots at them, but they didn't stop them. They fought him as they chased him down. Stitch sometimes jumped into his vehicle and lashed out at him in a vicious manner, but Drakken would sometimes toss him out, with him either latching back on the walls or being caught by Kim or Ratchet or sometimes even both. They were eventually able to bring him down. His flying vehicle fell near the very end of the corridor where he jumped out of his it, it fell into the lava pit. He was able to land on some of the flooring that hadn't been blown up. Ratchet and the others caught up to him and eventually cornered him. Ratchet: "End of the line, Drakken! There's no where left to run!" Clank: "Please hand over the pieces of Dr. Possible's space shuttle that you have taken from Miss Possible and you will not be harmed." Drakken: "(groan) Fine!"

He pulled out the container and tossed it towards Kim. Drakken: "Take it!"

Kim was able to catch it with ease. Drakken: "It won't matter, anyway. The last of my plans are nearly complete. Soon, I will unlock all of the secrets of the Impossible Space Station of the Future and then all of Earth will bow down before the might of Dr. Drakken!" Lilo: "Not if we have anything to say about it, you bad man!"

Just then, they heard something blast through a nearby door. Stepping out from it was Shego. Drakken: "There you are! What took you so long to get here?" Shego: "Sorry, I was getting the few final materials from that geezer. I don't even know how Mr. Brainless and Senile is even able to run such a large corporation the way he is. He makes you look like an actual genius." Drakken: "Let's just get back to the ISSF already, Shego." Shego: "Fine with me."

She then summoned a huge amount of energy from her hands then tossed it on the ground, creating a huge flash that blinded everyone. Drakken: "(laugh) Farewell, Kim Possible! The next time we meet, the Earth shall be mine!"

When the flash had subsided, Drakken and Shego were already gone. Ratchet: "(growl) They got away again." Kim: "Don't worry, we'll get them. I'll see to it that they won't succeed on their plans."

Soon enough, they arrived within a small room. Ratchet: "Thanks for helping us out with chasing down that Drakken, guys." Lilo: "No need to thank us; the pleasure was all ours." Stitch: "Ih!" Clank: "By the way, how is it that you know that horrible brute?" Lilo: "A while back, Drakken snatched away Stitch because he was asked to do it by our enemy, Dr. Hamsterviel." Kim: "I remember that. It was another mission that Ron and I were called into." Ratchet: "Is that how you met Lilo and Stitch?" Kim: "Yep, that's exactly right." Lilo: "Kim and I were able to rescue Stitch from that horrible man and green lady." Stitch: "Ih! Drakken did bad things to Stitch, so Stitch wanted to get even." Ratchet: "Huh, glad to hear that we share the same resentment with that guy. (laugh)"

Suddenly, he started shivering. Ratchet: "Did it just get cold in here?" Kim: "(shivering) I'm…I'm st-st-st-starting to f-f-feel it, t-too." Ron: "(shivering) Wh-wh-what is g-g-going on here?" Clank: "(shivering) M-m-m-m-maybe the cl-cl-climate c-controls on this sh-sh-sh-sh-ship is mal-malfunctioning…"

Kim then spotted something. Kim: "Hey! Look!"

They looked up and spotted another strange creature. Lilo: "It…it's e-e-experiment 012! No-no wonder it got c-cold in here." Kim: "Let me handle this."

She pulled out another containment field and tossed it at the Experiment, containing it completely. The room warmed up as the Experiment was pulled towards them. Everyone stopped shivering. Ratchet: "Ah…that's better." Lilo: "Mahalo again, you guys. I think I would like to give something to you in return for getting that Experiment for us."

Lilo pulled out another monitor and held it out. Lilo: "Stitch and I found this while we were looking for that Experiment."

The screen showed Angela trying to provide them with intel while hiding on a Thugs-4-Less fleet, but was found and caught by the Thug Leader. She was pulled away while he taunted the group. Ratchet: "Whoa! Did you guys see that?" Clank: "Yes, I did. It seems as though Angela has some very important intel on the Protopets." Ratchet: "And we have to rescue her from the Thugs!" Kim: "I agree. She seems to be in a lot of trouble and who knows what they'll do to her?" Ratchet: "Exactly!"

Ron chuckled a little. Ron: "Did you see how that Thug guy fell for her cat impression for a second there? What a bonehead." Kim: "Huh, that isn't any surprise to me at all." Clank: "I will upload the coordinates." Lilo: "Stitch and I would love to help you guys save that girl, but we still need to look for more of Stitch's cousins." Ratchet: "It's OK, we'll take care of it from here. Thanks again for helping us out, Lilo. You, too, Stitch." Lilo: "We hope to see you guys again." Stitch: "Ih! Goodbye and Aga Chaba!"

Lilo and Stitch left with the Experiment. At that moment, the Kimmunicator went off. Kim pulled it out. Wade: "Kim, I've noticed that you got the ship parts that you have collected back from Drakken." Kim: "Yep, we did, but we still have a problem. The Thugs-4-Less impounded Ratchet's ship when they incarcerated us and it's now contained within a force field." Wade: "Don't worry, I've already figure out how to shut that force field down. I've been picking up energy readings of the force field emanating from within the room that you're in. Perhaps there's a switch to deactivate it."

Ron looked around the room for a bit. Ron: "Hm…you know? This place is pretty sweet. I wonder how they…"He then tripped and fell on a switch, which deactivated the force field. Kim, Ratchet and Clank immediately took notice of this, then looked at Ron. Ratchet: "Hm, nicely done, Ron. You've shut down that force field. Not exactly how I would have wanted it to be done, but I'm not complaining." Kim: "Yes! We can finally get out of here!" Ratchet: "Yeah. Come on, let's go."

They rushed towards the ship, got in, then took off and flew away.

[m0onbean]

Movie Dates with ASTRO

this is a long thread!

MJ

would probably choose a comedy movie

would buy the largest size of popcorn and accidentally spill some on the way to your seats

you actually die of embarrassment around him

he would laugh at the serious moments in the movie

i kid you not this grown man would very quietly not so quietly murmur "that's what she said" 

you wanted to die but it was amusing

would embarrass you by turning around to the kids sitting behind you

"this is my girlfriend (Y/N)"

"MJ what are you doi-"

"isn't she pretty?"

the kids would nod their heads and MJ would smile not before growing serious and suddenly snapping

"she's mine though, understood?!"

poor children would widen their eyes and you would give MJ a >:( look

MJ would give you a ;) look

whenever something remotely funny happened he would look at your face to see your reaction

turns out you kept a straight face the whole movie

bc

the movie wasn't funny

after the movie ended MJ would act clingy and cute

"did you like the movie?"

"hmm it was okay"

he would whine

"you're not satisfied?"

"no if you had fun then i'm satisfied"

"let's movie hop to whatever movie you would like"

"isn't that illegal"

"it's not illegal as long as you don't get caught"

MJ would make sure you had fun by randomly snickering comments in your ear which made you two burst in laughter

throw popcorn at eachother and look away pretending as if nothing happened

annoy the employees by constantly refilling popcorn

end up watching every movie in the theater

you two are probably banned tbh

in the end it doesn’t matter

the funnest time you’ve ever had at the movies

Jinjin

lets you make all the decisions

doesn't care what movie it is

just wants to spend time with you

ends up watching a movie about dogs

jinjin would subconsciously coo "aww" under his breath whenever a dog showed up

so like

during the whole movie

you learned that jinjin loves dogs

he would mutter in your ear

"let's get a dog"

seveRAL times

"how about that breed?"

"what do you think? small or big dog?"

you would just scoff but squeeze his cheeks

"you're so cute"

would hold your hand during the entire film

would randomly tap on your shoulder

"what do you want?"

"can you hold this?"

he would stick his hand in his jacket

his hands pops back up with a finger heart

would look at you proudly

"i'm such a cute boyfriend"

you would roll your eyes but return the heart

"jinjin look here"

you would pretend to look for something in your pockets

"did you forget your wallet? it's ok i paid" he would worriedly ask

"found it!" you would exclaim

sticks your hand back up

BAM! finger heart

he would uncontrollably smile

by the time you two are out of the theaters

guess what

a dog died at the end

jinjin is literally sobbing

you hug him and soothe him

"it's ok jinjin... he's in a better place now"

he cries harder and grips onto you tightly

"snowball didn't deserve that..."

"i understand"

he would be sniffing continuously on the drive home

"babe..." 

he takes out his phone and starts typing passionately

"what are you doing?"

"i'm writing a five star review on the movie"

Eunwoo

chose whatever movie you wanted

paid for your ticket although you insisted it was fine

"(Y/N) i'm supposed to be paying you'll make me look bad"

"fine but i'm paying next time"

loves how stubborn you are about it

constantly asking if you want anything

"want some popcorn? or anything else? ice cream? mozzerella sticks? nachos?"

in the theater he would laugh inside at you

because you were like

about to fall asleep

your eyelids were giving up on you

your head kept falling

you tried your best to stay awake but

the 

movie

was 

boring 

he would notice how tired you were

wouldn't say anything but would lift the seat divider up

tucks you inside his humongous winter coat

you would snuggle inside since it was warm

wraps his arms around you 

kisses your forehead when he notices you fall asleep

lowkey grateful the date turned out like this

he was never interested in the movie in the first place

your eyebrows would scrunch up suddenly

he would be alarmed

it would look like you're in pain

he would rub your back soothingly

gives you multiple kisses

your expression would wash off your face upon feeling his touch

now you're smiling in your sleep

his heart is aching

he's trying not to fanboy right then and there

he loves you so much

when the movie ends he would nudge your shoulder

"(Y/N) wake up sleeping beast"

when you fully regain conscious you would be embarrased

"u-uh sorry if I ruined the date"

he would laugh

because

you made the date better than he would even imagine

"let's do this more" 

he would say and wink

you die out of humiliation

Moonbin

moonbin would buy the whole food shop

like

actually

"hi can i get two large sodas, large buttered popcorn, an ice cream bar, oh do you guys have chicken nuggets? yeah? i'll take that 2 lmfaO. no wtf im not done. some mozzarella sticks, chicken tenders- what do you mean the bill is over $50? scuse me im an idol"

s m h

during the movies you two would just be talking the whole time

honestly what was the point of going if you two were just gonna have  nice conversation

everybody looking at u 2 because

on moonbin's lap are the chicken tenders, mozzarella sticks, and drinks

on your lap would be the chicken nuggets, and whatever tf he ordered

a F E A S T

everyone lowkey hates u guys

bc 

the chicken nuggets smelled good

and u two were conversing so casually

a kid actually kicked your guys' seat

"can u shut up i can't hear"

"scuse me i'm an idol"

"u dont look like one"

you had to restrain this GROWN man from fighting some 10 year old

don't worry about leftovers

legend says that moonbin inhales the food

you two would be having a pick up line war

"hey baby. tie your shoelaces i dont want u falling for anybody else"

"are you a laptop? bc you can make my lap warm."

"wtf was that dirty"

"no omg i swear i didnt mean it like that"

"lets break up"

a forceful kick to moonbin's chair

"SHUT THE F-"

you 2 were kicked out

what gives

the food wasnt that gr8 anyways

"its the theater's fault. shouldve put more interesting movies so we wouldnt chatter so much"

"yeah" you groaned "long movies are boring anyways"

"you know what else is lon-"

legend says that moonbin still flinches whenever you slightly raise your foot

Rocky

tHIS BOI

very quiet around people

but around you??

hohohohoho

WHO BROUGHT A MONKEY IN THIS THEATER

he's actually jumping around on his toes

"omg i'm so excite!!"

"minhyuk can u calm down"

"but the new lego movie came out and i'm really excited bc my fav character was the unicorn cat girl bc she's really nice and stuff but when shes angry shes ready to fite and i think that represents me bc u kno how im all fluffy and stuff when we first meet but like if somebody messes with me or you or anybody i am friends with they get beat up even tho im smol"

"...we're not even watching the new lego movie."

THIS KID WOULD JUST WALK UP TO THE MANAGER AND ASK FOR AN EXCHANGE OF TICKETS

"I THOUGHT WE WERE WATCHING THE NEW LEGO MOVIE WTF (Y/N)"

"YOU SAID I COULD CHOOSE"

"BUT WE'RE A TELEPATHIC COUPLE. I SENT U A MESSAGE TO CHOOSE THE NEW LEGO MOVIE."

you would massage your temples in frustration

angry -> happy when the manager lets him exchange it

in the theaters he'd be so happy

"u can be the wyldstyle to my emmet"

"mkay."

he would pout

"babe i put a lot of thinking into that pickup line so i really dont appreciate it when you start doing this to me because like i put so much in this relationshi-"

u would stuff popcorn in his mouth so he can shut up

his eyes would intently follow the movie

hes so into it!!

would laugh a little too loudly at the jokes

scrunches up face when the bad guy does something bad

widen eyes at intense scenes

when unikitty popped up on the screen

tHIS BOI

"OMG UNIKITTY!" he would scream

rips open his jacket and reveals a unikitty shirt

whole theater glaring at him

you are actually hiding in your sweater

"pls kill me"

after the movie

"minhyuk this relationship isnt working"

"wdym lol"

"you're a disgrace to me"

"huh"

"uR LIKE IN COLLEGE AND YOU'RE WEARING A UNIKITTY SHIRT TO THE MOVIES."

"i only wear my idol's merch <3"

u would sigh

he would put his jacket back on and hug u

"sry babe next time ill get a shirt with YOUR face on it"

"wow thanks"

"mhm np"

Sanha

"w-why'd u choose a horror movie"

you had to drag this tall baby in the theaters

"i don't want to..." he would whine

"please sanha"

you would perform your aegyo on him

shooting him finger hearts and comfort

"sanha u r a man u can do this"

upon hearing he's a man he'd be like

"oK i can do this i'm a man"

clinging onto your arm during the whole movie

would close his eyes and bury his face in your arm

"tell me when its over"

you would pet his floof hair

"its ok sanha, you're my brave knight arent you?"

he immediately recomposes himself and sits up straight

"yes. your majesty i will save u"

few minutes in and he gave up

is actually hugging you full on

not even watching the movie

"sanha... the movie's done now"

after u two are out the theaters

"THAT WAS AN EASY MOVIE I CAN WATCH ANYTHING NOW"

proud of himself

it was cute but

"really? wanna watch the sequel?"

sanha would loudly gulp

"um."

when he would drop you off at your house

he would be stalling time

"sanha you can go now"

"u-uh..."

"r u scared lol"

"lolololol hahahah wdym"

ends up staying the night at your place

cuddling with you the entire night

he would sort of flinch in his sleep

or his body would jump suddenly

nightmare??

u would kiss his forehead and wake him up

"are you ok?"

he would stare at you

and

HE WOULD PERFORM THE "I DREAMED OF A GHOST" AEGYO

"pls go back to sleep and never wake up"