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unoislazy · 1 month ago

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Promises

Vi x Reader (Part One)

(Childhood friends to lovers)

You and Vi had been friends for as long as you could remember, which is why it took you by surprise she would make such a irrational decision without telling you.

A/N:Just a little something something. A prologue, if you will.

For as long as you can remember you’ve been part of the undercity. Such a fate never really bothered you. Your family life was broken and your chance of survival was quite low, but you miraculously had made some friends who looked out for you, and you did the same for them.

And among that group of friends was a girl whom you grew to care about to a deeper extent than you could ever even begin to fathom.

When she wasn’t out stealing or picking fights with people, she was with you, hanging out and having fun. Forgetting what horrors life in the caverns below the glistening city of progress held.

That girl, of course, was Vi.

You walked through the darkened streets of the city, your feet carelessly walking through puddles of water that was contaminated with liquids you’d rather not waste your thoughts on finding out. You kept your head down, avoiding eye contact with anyone looking to pick a fight, and keeping yourself as compact as possible incase you needed to book it. Such is the way of the fissures.

Your tensed state lasted only until you reached your usual hang out spot, The Last Drop. It was owned by Vander, a man with a big heart and even bigger gauntlets. He looked out for any kid that crossed his path, despite how weak it made him seem to some of the others around him, who grew restless with his complaisance in the grand structure of things.

That, however, did not concern you. All you cared for was seeing your best friend.

Just before you could fling the door open and make your usual obnoxious entrance, the door opened with a swift tug and almost caused you to stumble forward.

You looked up slightly and made eye contact with none other than Vi.

But something was wrong.

Something was very wrong.

Her eyes fluttered open a little wider than they normally rested, her pupils focusing on your quickly as she moved back a bit in the door way. Clearly she wasn’t expecting you.

“Vi, What’s up?” You asked, a smile on your face to mask your concerns but anyone with a brain could see past it without much effort. Your eyebrows creased as you realized she was no longer looking at you. The pink haired girl let out a quick sigh before grabbing your hand and moving past you.

“Come on.” She said in a quieter tone than normal. You of course followed suit with little to no arguments, your main concern was just figuring out what was wrong. It wasn’t long before she stopped, taking you both into an alley way only a few feet from the bar as she let go of your hand. You couldn’t help but notice the absence of warmth as she did, but you shook the thought from you head nonetheless as you looked back toward her.

“Vi?” You called out quietly, moving your face a bit more towards your line of sight, almost as if you were forcing her to look at you. This only resulted in another sigh before she took a pause. She wanted to say something.

She was dying to say something.

“Vi, whatever it is, would you just spill it. You’re killing me here.” You remarked sarcastically, trying to lighten the very clearly damper mood as you continued to stare at her.

She then, finally, turned back towards you. She moved her bandages hands gently on to both of your shoulders as she stared at you.

“You remember that job that went to shit topside right?” She asked, now looking you dead in the eyes. Her blue eyes seemed to care the weight of a lot of stress, a lot of which you knew she was keeping on herself as to not burden anyone else with it. How you wished she would listen to you when you said she could tel you anything.

You finally nodded in response to her question.

“Of course I remember, who doesn’t?” You replied in an obvious manner.

“Well, the enforcers want someone to take the blame for that crime.” She continued, her hands still gently grasping both your shoulders as if to keep you from running away. You were firmly planted regardless of whether she let go or not, what could possibly turn you away from her?

“Okay…? But it’s not like you had anything to do with it so why does that matter?”

It was then you watched as Vi’s lips pressed into a thin line. The crease in her brow faded as she looked at you with a softened gaze. Only then did it click for you.

“Wait so you… you’re going to let them take you?”

“It’s the only way to fix what’s happening.” She replied quickly as if she was prepared for your protests. However, it only further progressed your confusion.

“Fix what? What’s happening?” You asked.

Then it dawned on you, she was keeping things from you once again for the sake of “protecting” you. You absolutely despised when she kept you out of the loop with things she knew you’d want a hand in if you had known about.

“I can’t explain just-“ She tried to respond, but you cut her off.

“What do you mean you can’t explain? Just tell me.” You practically pleaded.

“Look it’s just… it’s a long story but I-“ She once again tried to excuse, only for you to cut her off.

“No, Vi. Why won’t you ever tell me anything until you’ve already made a decision! Did one else get a say in this? How are you so sure this fix anything?” You exclaimed. You could feel her grip on your shoulders ever so slightly tighten as our words became more laced with desperate anger.

“It will. It has to.” She responded simply, to which you retorted,

“And what if it doesn’t? Hm? What if it doesn’t fix anything, Vi. You know an enforcers word doesn’t count for shit how can you-“

“I have to try.” She once again responded simply.

“Vi please would you just-“ By now your anger has dwindled and you were just simply desperate to try and talk her out of this.

“I have to do this!” She shouted. You noticed she was no longer looking at you, but now at the floor.

“Why?” You exclaimed.

“Because it’s the only way to protect the people I care about from my own mistakes! I did this. This is my fault, I thought we were ready, I thought we could handle it but… but I was wrong. And now I’ve put them all in danger and I- I have to make up for this.”

You went quiet. Classic Vi. Taking the blame all to herself when there’s more than enough to go around. One could almost call her selfish.

“And what about me? Were you planning on telling me about this before you decided to throw yourself to the wolves?” You responded quietly.

“I figured it would be best if you didn’t know what happened.” She said, he words just barely above a whisper as her view slowly worked its way back up to your eyes.

“What so I could instead just, I don’t know, think you died?”

“I don’t know I just-“

“Maybe it’s better if I found out you gave yourself over and I had no idea.”

“Just-“

“Or Maybe, I would’ve been really dense about it and would’ve just thought you were really good at avoiding me. Maybe that’s the better outcome.”

“Stop!” She shouted, her hand had swiftly moved from your shoulders and planted firmly on either side of your face. She gently held you in place, keeping you looking at her.

“Just… stop. Okay, maybe I didn’t think it through very well but I just wanted to protect you… okay? In the only way I knew how.”

“You don’t have to protect everyone, Vi.”

She didn’t respond.

Classic Vi.

You sighed, knowing that she was dead set on her decision and nothing was going to change that. Not even you.

“Look. If you’re… really set on doing this you have to promise me one thing, okay?”

She looked back, a hopeful glint in her eyes.

“When you come back, and you will come back, you’ll start opening up more. Okay?”

This earned a slight chuckle from the pink haired girl as she looked towards you.

“And… promise you’ll come back.” You added on. The playful look in your eye faded as you realized there was no promising such a thing. You both knew fairly well that this was likely going to be the last time you’d ever see each other again. Both such is the way of a child, you held out on a naive string of hope.

Vi nodded carefully, as if deep in thought. Her eyes jumped from feature to feature on your face, committing it to memory as she the suddenly engulfed you in a hug.

“I promise.”

That was the last time you saw her. You don’t even know how many years it’s been since the incident. Once word spread that Vander and the others had died, you and everyone else assumed that meant Vi died along side them. You held out hope that maybe one day, she’d miraculously reappear, but as the years dragged on your focus strayed from your old friend and more onto your own survival.

The Undercity is an eat or be eaten kind of place.

What good would you fair Vi if you got eaten?

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ther3allyra · 1 year ago

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Cupcakes aren’t always the solution.

Vanessa Shelly x Reader

Summary: On one of your shifts you head to the kitchen to grab some food, only for Chica to steal one of your cupcakes. When Chica then ‘accidentally’ breaks down, you have no other choice but to call your police girlfriend who won’t be happy.

Warnings: N/A

Content: Fluff, Chica loving food

A/N: literally my first time writing anything on here so let’s see how this goes! Thought I might add to the lack of Ness fics out there, because the LOVE I have for this woman is an understatement 🫶🏻

Word count: 1111 (that wasn’t on purpose)

Prompts: ‘We have a problem’

‘No, no YOU have a problem. I have an idiot who keeps getting into one’

‘Are you even listening to me?’

‘Yes. It’s just taking a while to process your stupidity’

You sat in the security office of Freddy’s your hands aimlessly spinning the chair you currently sat on as you watched the monitors. You had to admit even though your shift only started 3 hours ago you were bored out of your mind. Looking down at your watch which blinked 03:24 you couldn’t believe you’d only been sat here for 20 or so minuets. You continued to spin in your chair when an idea hit you, the other day you had hid cupcakes in one of the cabinets in the kitchen incase you needed something to eat on the job, so like any sane person does at 3Am you went to go get them. You’d stopped spinning in your chair, stood up and walked towards the office door.

Once you pushed open the door to the office you couldn’t help but feel your heart jump into your mouth, Chica was there hand raised as if she was about to knock. Your hand was placed over your chest, your heart pounding ‘Chica! Not funny’ you said a slight muse to your voice, as you gave her a pat on the arm that was still raised. You guessed she was just as bored as you were, so you had an idea. ‘I’m on my way to the kitchen to grab a snack, wanna come?’. The large animatronic nodded her head, and you both walked towards the kitchen.

‘Right here we go!’ You exclaim excitedly as you make it to the kitchen door, which was thrown open in a matter of seconds as you rushed in followed by Chica. You headed straight for the cabinet next to the fridge and low and behold your stash of cupcakes are still there which you had hidden a few days ago. You grab the tray and turn around to face Chica. ‘Shall we take these to the the guys and see if they want to chill?’ You question (guys being the rest of the animatronics). Chica replied with a slow blink and turned around to make her way to the stage, you followed behind her.

Once in the main area Bonnie, Freddy and Foxy made their way off of the stage to come join you and Chica, you had placed the cupcakes down on a table and taken one while the rest of the animatronics stared at you. ‘Sorry guys, if you eat one of these you’ll malfunction, if I don’t eat one of these I’ll malfunction’ you muttered the last part feeling guilty, since you had started dating Vanessa she told you about her father. William Afton. And what he’d done to the kids, so eating a cupcake in front of the them made you feel a little guilty but you still wanted to eat something. And after that the night had gone on per usual, you had played a few arcade games with Freddy and Foxy all three of you trying to beat each others scores, Chica was probably somewhere with Bonnie but what you didn’t realise is that you’d left the cupcakes uncovered around her, if all the animatronics Chica loved food. Maybe love was an understatement.

You felt a tap on your shoulder and turned around to see Bonnie who if he could would probably call you an idiot, his arm was raised and pointed at Chica who was stood next to the table where the cupcakes were, bent over slightly not moving with a cupcake in her hand. Of course this had to happen to you, you couldn’t have had the smallest common sense to close the cupcake lid. You looked at Freddy who was peering over Foxy’s shoulder as he tried to beat your high score at skee-ball, but it wasn’t the best with only one hand. ‘I’ll sort it’ you nodded at Bonnie as you walked over to Chica, Bonnie rather than following you stayed with Freddy and Foxy.

‘Right, let’s see what happened here’ you mumble to yourself, as heavy as the animatronic was you managed to get her to sit in a table out of sight of the other three, once sat down you managed to open up Chica’s stomach so you could see her endoskelenton and open up her beak. When you realised there were the remains of cupcakes lodged in some places you knew who you had to call, you just didn’t want to. Picking up your phone from your back pocket, you dialled the number dreading the response.

‘Hello?’ The voice from the phone had spoken, and you hadn’t realised it.

‘Hello, Y/N? Is everything all right?’ There it was again, hearing your name you snapped out of it shaking your head, swallowing the lump in your throat.

‘Yeah I’m here’ You said

‘Good, is everything all right?’

‘Yeah..umm look Ness we have a problem’ You stated, which was one of the good things about being Vanessa’s girlfriend was that you could be straightforward with each other, she would never be mad at you, well maybe this once for possibly breaking an animatronic.

‘No, no YOU have a problem. I have an idiot who keeps getting into one’ you heard Vanessa laugh on the other side of the phone, your breathing slowed, you knew it, she’d never be mad at you. You took a deep breath and explained your problem, of how you accidentally forgot to cover the cupcakes and that it had caused Chica to malfunction when she ate one, but after a while you’d realised it had gone silent.

‘Are you even listening to me?’ You asked, to which Vanessa chuckled in the other side of the phone.

‘Yes. It’s just taking a while to process your stupidity’

‘Hey I’m not stupid’ you protested but in reality you know it was stupid what you’d done. ‘Can you please just come and help me?’

‘Fine, your lucky I was going to call anyway’

After finishing your discussion with Vanessa you hung up the phone waiting for her to arrive. After about 20 minuets maybe half hour you heard the buzzer going for the door and ran towards it, the others knew what had happened to Chica and if they could talk you swear they’d be laughing at you. Once you made it to the front door you opened it to reveal Vanessa, stood in her police uniform.

‘Thank god your here’ You mumble embarrassed as you rub the back of your neck.

‘Yep, your lord and saviour’ she’d laugh, leaning down to capture your lips in a kiss, which you felt yourself smile into.

‘Now come on’ she nodded ‘let’s go fix Chica’. She said grabbing your hand and dragging you towards the animatronic.

#fnaf movie #fnaf #fnaf security breach #fnaf vanessa #vanessa shelly #vanessa afton #vanessa x reader #fluff #vanessa shelly x reader #vanessa afton x reader #fnaf fanfic

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fragileruns · 8 months ago

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floating lights | steve harrington

a/n: sorry if this super sucks!!! it’s not proofread and i just wrote it on a whim because i finally got motivation back. i know you guys voted for henderson!reader so i promise to try and make a little thing with that but i just had so much inspo for this. also sorry this is so long for barely anything to happen but!!! i hope you enjoy anyway and follow along for the rest of the series :) i might make the next chapters longer but i don’t want them to be too long incase you guys get bored so??? lmk what you prefer

content warnings: based off ‘tangled’ so technically hostage/kidnapping situation but it’s not really directly described as that, cursing, hitting with a frying pan ??, reader has long hair

wc: 1200

Being locked in a tower for eighteen years of your life certainly stunted your learning, in some ways. Not in academics, necessarily, but more so, it kept you from understanding what the appropriate response was in certain situations. You didn’t know how normal people reacted to a stranger climbing up the walls of their doorless towers, especially handsome strangers.

Probably, they would call the police. Putting that much effort into making it inside (as the tower was quite tall, your mother only being able to make her way in and out with your help) had to be a bad sign. But you didn’t have a phone or any way to contact anyone unless you dropped down and ran for dear life, and you didn’t have any weapons on hand to defend yourself, really.

So instead of reacting like a normal person one, like someone who’s mother wasn’t so overbearing they never let you leave home, you grabbed a frying pan and smashed it as hard as you could on the stranger’s head. The strength had knocked him out, which at least kept you safe. But you didn’t really know what to do now. Tie him to a chair, maybe? It would keep him from being able to harm you, at least. That was the main goal here.

And so, that was what you did. You stared at the man now in the chair, trying to wonder why such a pretty man would be coming inside your tower. He was too young to be a friend of your mother, he was probably your age, maybe a year older. His brown hair was falling in front of his face now that his head hung over, unconscious and not controlling his movements. Your eyes landed on the satchel crossed over his body, and you carefully removed it off of him to look inside, hoping to find more clues.

A glittering tiara sat inside, shiny and bright and extremely pretty. You pulled it out, handling it with as much delicacy as you could. The temptation to put it on was almost too much, but you heard grunting as soon as you started to hold it over your head, so you shoved it back in the satchel and kicked the satchel behind a nearby chair before turning back to your captive.

“Jesus, what the hell?” The stranger grumbled, eyes slowly opening. He struggled against your hair (which had been the only thing around you could think of to use to keep him from moving), presumably trying to bring a hand up to rub the sore spot on his head, and instantly panicked when he realized he couldn’t move. “What - did you tie me up?” He questioned, glancing down. “With… hair?”

“Who are you? What are you doing in my tower?”

“Could you answer my question first? Who the hell ties someone up with hair?” He huffed, glancing up at you, hair falling back into perfect place even after being knocked out.

“Me. Who are you, and what are you doing here?” You grabbed the frying pan again, holding it up in hopes that he was threatened enough to tell you what you wanted to know.

“Uh, my name’s Steve. Harrington. Could we put the frying pan down, maybe? Please?” He glanced back down for a second, noticing the missing satchel around his waist. “Did you take my satchel? Where is it?”

“I hid it. You won’t be able to find it.”

He glanced around the room, before his eyes caught on something gleaming behind the chair. A slow smile spread on his face, and he couldn’t help but chuckle. “Behind the chair?”

“No. I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“I can see it, babe.”

“No, you can’t. Because it isn’t there.”

“Okay. Sure. But it’s behind the chair.”

Your eyes narrowed at him, glancing back at your hiding space. You thought quickly, banging the pan against his head again and rushing to hide the satchel and tiara somewhere else, somewhere less obvious. You came back just in time to see him gain consciousness again with another groan.

“Could you stop doing that?”

“Why are you here? Are you some freaky serial killer?”

“I look freaky to you? Damn, babe, you really know how to deflate a guy’s ego. But no. I just - I was being chased by these guys, and I saw your tower so I… climbed it.”

You squinted, head tilting to the side, and Steve thought for a brief moment that it was adorable. That was before the throb in his head reminded him of the pan you were still holding.

“And you’re telling the truth?”

“Yes. Swear. Could you put the frying pan down, please?”

You sighed, reluctantly setting down the pan. “Okay. But I need to make a deal with you, first.”

“A deal? You’ve got me tied up here, babe, I don’t have much to offer.”

“Stop calling me that. And, I need you to take me somewhere.”

Steve tilted his head, urging you to continue with some more details. You just stared at him for a moment, not really knowing why you would trust a complete stranger with something like this: this was your lifelong dream. But, your mother wouldn’t indulge you, and he seemed nice enough. Nobody that pretty could truly be harmful, right?

“I - there’s these floating lights, in the kingdom. They happen every year, always on my birthday, and I’ve always wanted to see them.”

“Floating lights…” He trailed off, a confused look on his face that almost resembled a puppy. “The lanterns?”

“Um, yeah, I guess. I don’t really know what they’re called.”

Steve resisted the urge to ask anymore questions, finding this entire situation strange in the first place. “Okay. What do you need me for? You can’t just take yourself? Or have a friend bring you?”

“No. I don’t know my way there and besides, I don’t want to go… out there, alone. And if you haven’t noticed, it’d be a bit impossible for me to make any friends up here,” You gestured around you. How would you ever go to meet a friend? “My mother is a bit overprotective, and she doesn’t like for me to go outside. At all. But, she’s gone for three days and it’s my eighteenth birthday and I really need to see these lights.”

“You don’t go out? Like, ever? You’ve never been outside?” Steve questioned, making you shrink in on yourself as you shrugged. You knew it was an odd situation, but your mother was just keeping you safe.

“Anyway, if you bring me to see these lights and back… I’ll give you back your satchel and the tiara.”

“I could just find the tiara.”

“You won’t. Not this time. Besides, you’re trapped, and wouldn’t you like to get out of my hair?”

“Yes, that’s true.” Steve seemed to consider everything for a moment. “What if you give me back my satchel, and in return, you get nothing? Hasn’t my presence been gift enough, babe?”

“No. Stop calling me that.”

He sighed dramatically, before looking back at you with a defeated look. “Alright. You win, babe. I’ll take you to see the floating lights.”

#steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington #tangled!steve

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khoipyan · 2 years ago

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ResidentEEL Business

After Yuu gives up your dorm as collateral, Floyd invites you to stay in his room instead. Given the housing circumstances, how could you possibly refuse?

gn!reader (you/your), reader is NOT yuu (+ yuu is a seperate character, is referred to using they/them), reader lives in ramshackle, book 3 spoilers ig??? still gonna put a warning just incase... 1.3k+ words

characters; floyd leech

notes; haii hello i decided to write another fic, hehe ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ i have floyd favouritism....

“You’re WHAT?”

Jade smiled, “If you want it in a more simplistic way for you to understand,”

“We’re taking your house for three days — and maybe even more — if you guys don’t complete that contract in time, Lil’ Fishy!” Floyd grinned.

This was quite the dilemma. Yuu smiled awkwardly at you, while Grim frantically rushed to fetch his things (would tuna really count if that’s all he might be saving?).

All if this had came to be a surprise. To think that you were just taking a nap, when suddenly you opened the door to two big eels, one cat and a Yuu. Since when did they get to make all the big decisions, exactly?

“Better get packin’, Shrimpy. You too, Fishy!” Floyd said, “Otherwise, we get to keep whatever you have lying around once the contract is over.”

As if there was anything of interest for him to keep. Still, rather than deciding to argue, you decided it was best to gather your things. However, this wasn’t even the main problem at hand—

For the next 3 days (and hopefully not any longer), where would you even stay?

“Look, I’m really sorry,” Yuu sighed, helping you pack up a box. It was basically all you really needed, seeing it was just your clothing, school supplies, and a few personal trinkets. I mean, it’s not like you could pack up your entire bed into a cardboard box.

You shrugged, “It’s fine, but couldn't you have at least called me first?”

“Next time, I promise.” they nodded.

As Yuu finished sealing up the cardboard box with some frail tape, they surrendered it over to you. Not surprisingly, it wasn’t so heavy. They took one last look at you before they left your room, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the semi-vacant room, just for a bit.

You flicked off your room lights and took one good look at your room. It looked only a little less bare than before, but it still looked like your room, nonetheless. You’d miss sleeping on the slightly terrible mattress of your bed, or the floorboards that creaked in the middle of the night whenever you got up to get a glass of water.

If you could, you would reminisce all night about the tales of your dorm room, but that wasn’t possible. In fact—

You felt two pairs of hands slam down on your shoulders, and a breath on your ear as a loud voice shouted:

“Boo!”

On instinct, you dropped the box and screamed, stumbling away as your body tensed up. It took a few deep breaths and even fewer moments to realize that there was no threat: it was only Floyd.

Floyd laughed, “Gotcha! C’mon, we don’t have all night, Lil’ Fish. You gotta get out sooner or later. Shrimpy and Baby Seal already left ya, y’know.”

Groaning, you picked up your box of items and clutched it tightly to your body, slamming the door to your room behind you. You internally grimaced as you heard the door reopen gently, footsteps trailing behind as Floyd followed you.

“That wasn’t very nice, Fishy. What’s wrong?” Floyd walked beside you, escorting you out of your own home with a casual grin on his face.

‘Everything’s wrong,’ you wanted to say, but you didn’t. Where would you even go? That question struck your mind again as the two of you dragged on your mini—stroll around Ramshackle Dorm. “It’s nothing.”

“You don’t have anywhere to stay, do ya?” Floyd caught you by surprise.

You shook your head, “How did you know?”

“I mean,” he continued, “It’s written all over your face. Besides, Shrimpy has the same problem too!”

You didn’t reply to him afterward, nor did you plan on going to; it was too tiring to carry on a conversation at the moment. The hallways only seemed to get longer as both of you walked beside each other, floorboards creaking with each stride you took. Only, Floyd’s steps made heavier creaks than yours did.

Floyd decided he had enough of this silence, interrupting the awkwardness between you two: “Say, you can stay with me if you want, Lil’ Fishy.”

“You know I don’t have that kind of money, Floyd.”

“No, no! Fishy’s got it all wrong,” he smiled, “I want you to stay in my room, and you play with me for a bit in exchange.”

That sounds a bit… fishy, if you will. What choice did you really have, though? It was either search for a nice empty room (which they might not even have) in another dorm for 3 days, or stay with a menacingly tall eel—mer.

Sometimes it would help if your options were more open, huh?

“Do I really have a choice?” You asked, looking at Floyd. Did he always have this nice pair of mismatched—coloured eyes?

He shrugged, “I dunno, do ya? It’s not like I’m forcin’ you, right? So I’d say yeah!”

As you both reached the entrance (or, exit) to Ramshackle Dorm, you couldn’t help but to make up your mind so suddenly:

“Fine. Hopefully only for 3 nights, though.”

Floyd beamed as he held the front door open for you, “We’re gonna have so much fun together.”

As soon as both of you had arrived in Floyd’s bedroom, he seemed to be much more… burnt out? The moodiness from him was so sudden as he flopped on his bed, face digging into his pillow. He must be tired.

It seemed both the twins shared a single room, which was slightly awkward given your circumstances. By the looks of it, Jade wasn’t currently there, and thank goodness for that.

“What’re you waitin’ for? Turn the lights off and go to sleep, keep the lamp on if ya want.” Floyd grumbled, lifting his face from his pillow to look at you so sullenly. What happened to having ‘so much fun’?

You put your box of things down in a corner of Floyd’s side of the room neatly, and look around the floor for a nice place to… get comfy. Maybe you should have packed your pillows and blanket.

However, Floyd seemed to take notice and shot you a look of confusion, “You gonna sleep on the floor, Fishy? Just come sleep on the bed with me, I don’t mind.”

“No way,” you shook your head.

“Why not?”

“Well, isn’t it awkward to share a bed?”

Floyd grinned, “I already said I don’t mind. What, scared I’m gonna bite ya in my sleep?” He narrowed his eyes, “or are you gonna sleep with Jade or somethin’?”

You frowned, “I’m not sleeping on anybody’s bed!”

Rolling his eyes at you, he shuffled around the bed. “Fine, but I gotta show you something…”

Curiously, you flicked off the room lights and walked a bit closer to him, “What is it?”

“Closer,” he smiled.

Everytime, each step you took closer to his bed, he kept telling you to come even closer. You were practically standing over him by now (which is kind of funny, considering how tall he is), crossing your arms. What could he possibly want?

“Bend down,” Floyd smiled.

As you did, it was almost as if your life flashed before your eyes. Floyd had taken the opportunity to grab you and pull you into his bed. Even while you struggled, you were definitely no match for how much he squeezed you.

“You’re kinda silly, Lil’ Fishy! I didn’t think you’d fall for that so easily,” he laughed.

You huffed, “You’re kind of squishing me.”

Floyd only shrugged as he hugged you even tighter. His grasp wasn’t bone-crushing or suffocating; it was quite warm. Somewhat gentle, surprisingly.

It was quiet, silent, but peaceful. All your thoughts wandered as you were being used like a human body pillow; to Yuu, to Grim, to the contract— it was all so odd.

Before you spent the whole night reflecting even more, you decided to get comfortable and get some rest instead.

Closing your eyes, you took one deep breath in, and one deep breath out.

“Good night, Floyd.”

“Night, Lil’ Fishy.”

( due to be edited at anytime )

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a66-1 · 9 months ago

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Whiskey. Neat, please.

Simon x Bartender!Afab!Reader

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⚠️tw⚠️ cursing, weird guys. (warming up on this one ::)))

a/n: first time in a while writing something longer. (I, me, my, pronouns.) Bear with me please :) (d'ya get what the title hints at? No? okay.)

Fucking busy night. Christ, should've let Christy take this shift..

I wiped down the bar from whatever other nasty people have been putting their unwashed hands on it before more eventually ruin my efforts. It was barely 11pm and the bar was already fucking packed with men and women determined to forget the rest of their weekend in this dingey place. My boss made me take a shift for someone, and Christy politely offered to take it, and I stupidly declined.

I needed the money, for christs sake.

The speaker surrounding the top of the main drink bar in the middle of the bar started playing too sweet by hoizer, and I hummed softly in approval. I slung the towel over my shoulder, walking back behind the bar to start wiping down some glasses that have been way overdue.

My co-worker, Shelby, bumped my hip with hers. I glance over to her, a what the hell? look on my face. She giggled, and oogled her eyes over to a group of people presumably, but I didnt follow her gaze.

"I fuckin love that we get those.. Military men from time to time.. God, makes me take the night shifts just to feed my eyes," she gave another laugh, before going to pour a glass, noticing my uninterested response.

"Oh come on, girl, you're such a loner, you need to get yourself out there! Don't tell me that old dickwad is still trying to get in your pants again-"

I cut her off, scoffing, "Jesus, Shelby, shut up. I'm not interested in your weird taste in men." *I moved away from her, heading to another full sink. I slid the clean cups to the guys pouring drinks, huffing softly. Jesus, they need to actually staff this place..

I hear a seat slide back, and then shift forward. I tilted my head up, and I'm met with a weirdo, his chin resting on his palm, almost impatiently. I shift my stance taller, giving him a once over. I'm used to picking theses guys out from a crowed, incase he fucks with any girls here.

"Ya need a drink?" I offered, tapping the cup against the counter. He gave a slow, sideways smile under his mask.

"O' course. Made my mouth all dry with that bitter gaze you got on you." The guy snickered, before waving his hand once he noticed my unamused expression. "Kidding. Take a joke, darling."

I scoffed under my breath, and I learned my throat. "Whaddya want, sir?"

"I mean, honestly? You baby.. But drink wise... Maybe a whiskey, on the rocks." He gave me a weird smile. I poured the whiskey, and droped some ice in there, sliding it to him. He drank from it as I cleaned out more glasses, his eyes keen on me.

I tried to shift once more to another side of the bar, but the guy fuckin grabbed me. I pulled back, cursing at him..

And this big ass motherfucker comes out from God knows we're, and sits the guy down. He's got a Skull mask on, and clad with military gear.

"Sit." Was the only word that left his mouth. The guy huffed and pushed him off, cursing things at him. The skull masked guy turned to me, bowing his head slightly. I rolled my eyes hesitantly.

"Okay, Mr. Big ego who need to save poor women. I can handle myself-" The guy huffs to silence me.

"Was jus' helpin' lovie." He sat in the guys old seat, nodding his head towards me. "'M Ghost. Mind gettin' me a drink?"

I let my eyes examine this new guy, before nodding. "Uh.. I.. Yeah. I'll.. Grab you a.. Uh..?" I motioned for him to tell me. He smirked, and shrugged.

"Nothin' wild. I want y'to remember my order." He drummed his fingers for a moment before snapping, like he got some bright idea. "Whiskey. Neat, please."

(not proof read) thank you for reading! I'm working in the other parts, and this one might be longer maybe idk I'm tired.

-a661

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call-me-pup2 · 6 months ago

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Hiding a hotel room key

I post something to my page so you know exactly what city I'm spending a little night away in. Posting jokes about how fun it would be if someone unexpectedly came to my room in the middle of the night and fucked me. You wonder if its worth traveling over to see if you could at least bump into me but decided it probably isn't worth it. You keep scrolling my updates throughout the day of what I'm getting upto on my little trip when one post catches you off guard. Its a photo of room key half sticking out of a plant pot with the caption 'Whoever finds this better put it to good use tonight 😘'. Not long after reading that you're dressed and on a train

You're pretty certain you know exactly where the picture was taken and like hell were you not going to at least try. Jumping off the train and almost jogging you reach the pub the planters are outside of. A quick look and sure enough its there. You snatch it up and read the hotels name and room number. You can hardly believe its actually real and you won't until you hear that door unlock

The hotel is a fifteen minute walk from there but its only 10pm so still seems a bit early but hey you have the key so not like anyone else can take away your opportunity now. You wander around for a couple hours trying to plan what you're going to do, wondering how I'll react, getting yourself so worked up you can't wait any longer, surely I'll be tucked into bed by now? You check my page again and there was a post 20mins ago saying I was heading to bed, perfect

You're only five minutes away at this point and walk at a fast pace to your destination. You see the main door and know the key card is needed to open it so if that works its one step closer to not being a dream. You hold your breath as you press the card to the scanner and sure enough the little light turns green and the doors slide open. This is crazy right? This isn't actually happening? You walk over to the elevators and select the floor for the room number on the card. You walk a long way along a corridor, it's right at the end tucked out the way, you wonder if I'd planned that somehow but you were here. I'm supposed to be just on the other side of that door. What if its a prank? The door opens and its just and empty room? You're a little shakey with anticipation, you take a deep breath and remember all the things you wanted to do to me and just like that you push the card into the door and hear the lock click and open

You push down the handle and as carefully and quietly as possible open the heavy door. The room is in complete darkness and you can hear my soft sleeping breaths. Quickly you step inside, close and lock the door behind you. Its dark but you can just about make out my silhouette on the bed. Sliding off your shoes and shirt at the door trying so hard to not wake me, slipping your jeans off as you make your way over to the bed. Your eyes have adjusted now so you can see it really was me laying there peacefully asleep totally unaware of what was about to happen. Climbing under the duvet beside me you feel my warm skin pressing against you. You stay still for a minute before you trying anything, taking in the moment incase I wake up and scream at you to get out. You can't wait any longer. Gingerly you stroke the side of my face and trail your hand down to my waist, I have my back to you so you're in the perfect position for move your hand down my hip and grab my ass. Getting impatient you slide it down between my thighs, you swear I must have fell asleep in this position on purpose, it was easy access to my pussy. You slide a finger inside and can feel I'm already so wet. You add another working them in and out slowly and I let out a little breathy moan. You can feel your dick twitching and you want me so bad. Fuck. As carefully as you can you pull the covers back and roll me onto my back, I stir a little but after a couple seconds I settle. This still doesn't feel real you'd been following me for so long and now you were finally going to fuck me. You don't want to waste anymore time so you line yourself up and slowly push in trying hard to not make a noise but fuck it feels so good. I stir a little again when you're all the way inside but at this point you don't care and start slowly thrusting. I start to moan again and you see my eyes start to flutter open so you use one of your hand to cover my mouth the other bracing you beside my head, your hips still pushing back and forth into me. My eyes fly open and look up at you shocked and I start trying to pull away but I'm trapped under you. You push deep into me and come closer to whisper in my ear "Oh pup you know you wanted this so why are you trying to fight it? Wasn't it your plan for a stranger to find your key and fuck you in your sleep? Silly pup must have forgotten but don't worry I'll remind you how badly you need this" you sit back up and starting fucking me harder than before you can see I'm still in shock but you keep telling me a good girl and telling me how amazing I'm doing and how incredible I feel and you can see my eyes shift from fear to pleasure as I melt under your touch, I even wrap my legs around you so you take your hand away from my mouth now sure I won't scream and I don't, instead only moans escape my lips. There's so many things you want to do to me, so many positions you want to put me in but fuck it feel to good and you're too close. You decide there's plenty of time for all that so a couple of hard, rough thrusts and you push in as deep as you can to shoot your load, breeding my cunt, my legs gripped tight around you. You pull out and lay down beside me to catch your breath, pulling me tightly against your chest, between breaths whispering about how I'm the most perfect pup and telling me about all the things you're going to do to me next and how I belong to you now

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rafesveryrealgf · 2 years ago

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Sick Love Story - jj maybank x reader

Warnings: emetophobia/mentions of throwing up, gagging

Request: ⬇️

A/n: @jjmaybankmakesmecry gave me this idea so thank you!!

You woke up, grimacing at the feel of your upset stomach. You groaned when you instantly began to feel nauseous as you placed your hand over your stomach, rubbing ever so slightly to ease the pain. Eventually, you rolled over in bed, your eyes landing on your shirtless boyfriend immediately — the sheets covering the bottom half of him as he laid on his stomach. The room was still dark, letting you know it was still very early in the morning.

as you leaned up on JJ’s bed, you groaned at the nauseous feeling, that had now heightened even more-so now that you were sitting up.

Your mind roamed over any possible thing that could have you feeling like this.

Did you eat something bad? You weren’t sure. You could barely remember anything, too focused on not puking your guts out right on your boyfriends bed. You closed your eyes, praying that if maybe you focused on not throwing up, that you wouldn’t.

JJ could feel you stirring around on the bed, fluttering his eyes open to see you sitting up. The moon shined on you just enough for him to see your figure doubling over in pain, you wincing in the process.

“Baby?” His morning voice was raspy, his eyes still stinging and fighting to stay open as his body fought hard to go back to sleep. “What’s wrong?” He leaned up and placed his hand on the small of your back.

“Feel like I’m gonna puke,” you groaned once again. Saying those words out loud had activated something inside of you, making you run immediately to the bathroom. You leaned over the toilet, but nothing came out.

JJ quickly followed you to the bathroom. You sat on the bathroom floor as he rubbed your back with one hand and held your hair with his other, just incase you did eventually throw up.

“You eat somethin’ bad?” He sat on the floor beside you, wanting nothing more than to comfort you right now.

“I don’t know, J,” You closed your eyes and ran your hand over the top of your hair, doing anything to ease your mind at this point. “Nothing’s coming out.”

“Stomach bug, probably.” He rubbed your back. You shakily nodded, agreeing that it was most likely a bug.

He knew how badly you hated throwing up. The main reason you always reframed from drinking too much at parties, even when everyone else was getting black out drunk, including JJ. You were just too afraid you would throw it up the next morning.

“I’ll be right back, okay?” Once you nodded, he stood up and made his way out of the bathroom.

You sat in pain, waiting for him to return and when he finally did, he had water and crackers in his clutch.

He handed you the pack of crackers, “these’ll help,” you nodded, scared that if you talked too much it would make your stomach feel even worse. You took the crackers from him and began to take small bites out of them, pretty much nibbling at it.

He opened the medicine cabinet and handed you some nausea pills with the glass of water that he had grabbed from his trip to the kitchen, to help soothe your stomach.

He extended his arms out for you to grab the items. “I’m scared to puke, J.” You said before turning around, taking the medicine and glass of water from him.

“I know, but you gotta let it all out, princess.” His voice was soothing as he rubbed your back some more.

You shook your head at that. ‘Letting it all out’ was the last thing you wanted to do, but you wanted to feel better. “I can’t,” you gagged, but once again nothing came out.

“JJ, I can’t.” You repeated, shaking your head again, your voice was soft.

Both your eyes and mouth watering at this point.

“C’mon, let’s go lay down.” You nodded and allowed him to help you up off the floor and back into the bedroom.

Once you made it back in the bedroom, you set the water and crackers down on the nightstand and once you laid down, he ran back into the bathroom, grabbing the trashcan just incase. When he made his way back into the room he set it on the floor next to your side of the bed before crawling back into bed with you.

You laid on your side as he laid behind you, his bare chest to your clothed back. His head sat in the crook of your neck while his hand rested on your stomach, slowly rubbing up and down.

“Hope you feel better, baby.” He whispered softly before planting a kiss to your temple.

That was the last thing you’d heard before finally drifting off to sleep.

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imsadstuff · 2 years ago

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Loving You Is Red - A Jeon Jungkook Fic -Epilogue

Synopsis: Jeon Jungkook's name was unheard on the Formula 1 paddock till he got a chance to drive a Mercedes car as a reserve driver. His 2020 starts looking brighter as he signs with Ferrari and meets you, his team mates little sister. So many cliched tropes, strangers to friends to lovers, slow burn, dating brother's best friend, and most importantly Jeon Jungkook looks smoking hot in a Ferrari! Genre: Fluff, angst, slice of life and humor Author's Note: Sorry for the delay, my mother got hospitalized and I couldn't find the time to finish this. This took a lot of time and energy, so I hope you enjoy reading this. If you do please leave me a like or comment, please don't be a ghost reader! Word Count: 4.6k+ (I reccomend reading on a desktop if possible!) Warnings: Sexual themes, drinking, and just a whole lot of fluff.

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Race 14 Monaco Grand Prix 2029

“Cooking with your mother was disastrous. I couldn’t even chop properly and I’m sure I ruined her batch of kimchi but she was still super kind” you share as Jungkook chuckles in the car beside you.

“I promise you it isn’t as bad as it is in your head” Jungkook tries and reassure you as his hand intertwines with yours.

“And if she doesn’t invite you to make kimchi next year, we’ll know for sure” Jungkook says with a teasing tone and you swat his hand away as you simmer in last week's embarrassment.

“Ignoring the massive disaster, I was with your mother, how was fishing with my dad and Phillip. Phillip sent me a bunch of drunk texts saying how I was all grown up, did you say something weird?” you ask, turning to look at him and Jungkook brushes it off, taking a hold of your hand again.

“We were just talking about us dating for the first time and how young we were, that might have caused that” he says as he drives the car into the parking lot.

“Also, Phillip is a little shit who and told me that I shouldn’t go easy on your father, and to put it simply, I beat your father at chess and now I know where Phillip and you get the competitive gene from” he says as he unbuckles the seatbelt and you look at him all confused.

“What did my father do to you and what makes you think I’m competitive?” you ask with a pointed tone and Jungkook snickers, very sarcastically.

“Your father doesn’t ever want to play any games with me for the sake of our relationship and don’t you remember the Mario Kart incident? Because that remote almost hit me” he complains as he pulls you closer by your hand.

“Oh will you drop the Mario Kart incident, I was eating chips and my hands were all oily and I can’t believe you’re-” Jungkook shuts you up with a soft peck on your lips, followed by a deeper one as he bites your lower lip.

“Baby, I might be competitive but not as much as you.” you whisper against his lips and he chuckles, finally pulling away.

“That is true. Now come on, I gotta win this race!” Jungkook says and you snicker, he’s definitely more competitive.

“So, the first date was great, superb actually. We connected, there was this undeniable chemistry and why are you making that face?” Lando stops talking when he notices the dubious smile on your face.

“Did Lily tell you something else? Did she not have a good time? Oh my god is that why she hasn’t texted me since the last half an hour?” Lando is starting to panic and Jungkook and you share a knowing smile, getting a kick out of your friend's misery.

Lando and Lily hit it off at Jungkook’s last birthday dinner and Lando didn’t hesitate at all before asking her out.

“I just want it put in writing that you and Lily will not bother us with your relationship troubles” you say sternly as the three of you make way to the hospitality area. Lando moved to Ferrari about a year ago, Jungkook and him have been a great team.

“Relationship, so she said something good, what did Lily say ___?” Lando asks with agitation and Jungkook giggles as his hand intertwines with yours.

“I’m sorry best friend, best friend privilege” you tease and Lando groans, only making Jungkook laugh louder. Lando isn’t the type to doubt himself when it comes to relationships, so this is quite amusing.

“Just chill my man, focus on the race for now” Jungkook says tapping Lando’s hand and he distractedly nods.

“Would you guys be up for brunch at my place tomorrow, a double date?” Lando asks reading something from his phone, probably a text from Lily.

“Sure-” “We can’t actually, we have a thing” Jungkook interrupts you, but you just tag along.

“Yeah we do, let’s plan for some other time” you say and Lando nods understandingly, before he walks off as he’s texting someone.

“We have a thing tomorrow?” you ask as the two of you slip into Jungkook’s driver room. Jungkook’s quiet for a second as he pulls off his polo, ready to slip into his driving suit.

“I was hoping we could spend the day decorating our apartment, we could build the bookshelves that are still in boxes” he says with a small smile as he takes a seat to get rid of his shoes. The two of you moved in together a few months ago but hadn’t gotten to decorating yet.

“Aren’t you such a romantic, but you and I both know I can’t be participating with building stuff, I broke my hand the last time and your very expensive coffee table” you say and Jungkook chuckles, pulling you in his lap.

“Counter offer, you sort the books in our guest room and I build the bookshelf, like the provider I am” he offers with a big smile as his arms circle around your waist.

“Are you sweet talking me into doing chores Jeon?” you ask in an accusing tone and he only laughs louder.

“Maybe,” he says, pecking your lips softly. “What about tonight? Are we doing your winner's dinner?” you ask, smiling against his lips.

“I am infuriated that I can’t eat icing off your tits tonight, I have a work dinner thing” he grumbles and you run your hands down his back.

“We can do winner’s breakfast instead, it’s all about improvising baby” you say in an attempt to lift his spirits. “saranghae” you whisper looking in his big, brown eyes, you had started picking up a few Korean words here and there, dropping them casually and amusing Jungkook. “I love you” Jungkook says, pulling away to look you in the eyes. He takes a deep breath to really take in the moment.

The race started and ended quickly for Jungkook after reliability issues in lap 10. You sigh as you sit opposite your father, winning is important for Jungkook, it really it, but he’s also gotten great with compartmentalizing it.

“Too bad the car isn’t supporting him” you father says and you nod, watching on the tv’s as the camera’s follow Jungkook walking into the garage.

“At least he’ll get to rest during the summer break” you say, looking forward to the next few weeks of vacation.

“Where are you guys going?” your father asks as he turns to look at you. It wasn’t going to be a vacation per say.

“Jungkook bought a house in Busan, it’s by the ocean, kinda close to the one his family used to live in. We’ll leave Thursday, and just spend a few weeks there, I’ll work, he’ll train, just our usual days but in Busan” Jungkook had proposed this weeks ago, and you immediately agreed.

“Sounds romantic” your father says with a big, bright smile, “Jungkook really makes you happy doesn’t he” he continues talking, this isn’t a question but more like a statement.

“Life is better with him in it” you say as your eyes catch his across the room, immediately, you flash him a comforting smile and he mimics one too as he walks towards you.

“Next race will be better son” your father tells Jungkook as he takes a seat beside you.

“Hopefully we’ll be done with the engine issues” he sighs with frustration and your hand finds his, interlocking them immediately.

“Issues like these are so threatening to my championship chances, so utterly out of my hand” Jungkook voices his concerns and your father listens intently, knowing all about it.

“It so much worse because you can’t fix the issues and it threatens the team morale” your father says and Jungkook nods intensely. Soon, Namjoon comes over too, the three of them talking about the issues in length while you sit there quietly, while Jungkook rubs his thumb across your hand.

“You’re meeting is at around 8 at Blue Bay, and they’ve scheduled a post-race meeting at 6:30” Namjoon reminds Jungkook before he stands up to leave. Your father left earlier too, saying something about having dinner appointments.

“You’ve been awfully quiet” Jungkook says, turning around to look at you.

“I’m kinda tired” you say resting your head against his arm. Jungkook is really tempted to cancel his dinner thing and go home with you, but you talk him out of it.

“I promise I’ll call you if I don’t feel any better after dinner,” you tell him and he grumbles, bringing his arm around your waist.

“Did you get your test results back? I know you’re all weak because of deficiencies, that’s why your hands are always cold” Jungkook sits for a few more minutes, knowing full well the meeting is going to start any moment now.

“The doctor will call me when it’s done, just will you go and do your work. One of us needs to make shit load of money, we have expensive taste” you tease him in attempts to lighten the situation.

“Call me if you need anything-“ he says as he sneaks a quick peck on your lips, “or nothing, just call me” “I will” you reassure him with a soft pat on his cheek.

Jungkook isn’t a fan of talking one on one with reporters, but Namjoon assured him a couple thousand times and somehow made him agree to this dinner.

What he wasn’t expecting was an excited, senior writer for Vogue Korea, Jung Hoseok. They click immediately, talking endlessly about anything and everything under the sun.

“So, this is your ninth year at ferrari and you’ve decided to move to mercedes, what motivated the move?” Hoseok asks and Jungkook takes a big sip of his drink, this question is the reason this interview was set up. The move hasn’t been announced, yet.

“My years at ferrari have made me the champion I am, I won seven world championships with them but I’ve also felt a little stagnant in my career. The move is a way to challenge myself as a driver and also making a profitable move as a driver” Jungkook explains calmly and Hoseok scoffs.

“You’re so amazingly media trained, the answers are given by a PR person aren’t they” the reporter notes and Jungkook laughs out loud.

“My manager, he’s the reason I talk so well” Jungkook answers candidly.

“So, the move is not because of the reliability and strategy issues?” “Those reasons obviously played a part in the decision making. Ferrari has been struggling for the last two years since they changed their engine producer, and I wanted to stick with my team through the pain, but I’m not 20 anymore, I’m almost 30. I told my manager after the first three terrible races last year, ‘We’ll stick with them for a year, give them time to work out the kinks, they deserve patience from me, at least for a year’. But again, the since the start of this year, it hasn’t been that great, so after lengthy discussions with my manager, parents and girlfriend, I decided to make the move” Jungkook answers honestly, and Hoseok is a little stunned by it. They go on to discuss the move to mercedes more, talking about going back to where it all started.

“You don’t talk about your girlfriend much to the press or media, your relationship is extremely private even missing from each other’s social media, is there a reason for that?”

“I’ve kept my relationship with ___ private because the more public I make it, the more people feel like they have a say in the relationship. And I don’t want people’s opinions or thoughts guiding our relationship, and honestly, I can’t bear losing her again”

“This might be an odd question, but how do you think being in love has changed you?” this question sticks with Jungkook for a while, he thinks it over for a good few minutes.

“It has made me a much more, stronger, and confident person. I think being loved by someone you love endlessly is one of the most beautiful thing in the world. She doesn’t love me despite or because, she just loves me for being Jungkook and that’s, um, something that’s really helped me grow and change as a person for the better.” Jungkook sighs the more he thinks about you, he wonders if you are still feeling sick.

“Can I ask you a few more questions about your relationship? You can say no” Hoseok asks and Jungkook strangely encourages him. Most reporters he’s talked to are always looking for a scoop, this is the first time a reporter seems to be taking actual interest in him.

“Were the two of you set up by your former teammate and now close friend Phillip Lee or did it just happen naturally?”

“Phillip didn’t even know we’d been dating till we broke up” Jungkook says and chuckles, thinking back to the before the first race of 2021, Phillip literally cornered him in his drivers room and asked him what was wrong with him.

“Back in 2020, there weren’t a lot of people my age on the paddock. I really needed a friend, so I reached out to ___. We were friends for a good few months before I realised, I was in love with her. Luckily, she felt the same way” Jungkook has the widest smile as he thinks back, just makes him realise how much time has passed.

“You talk of a break up, did it affect you as a driver?” Hoseok asks as he sits up straight.

“As much as I hate admitting it, it did, I’m human after all. What’s going on in my personal life usually doesn’t affect me as a driver because I’m great at compartmentalizing, but losing someone I love, so abruptly, and especially when I couldn’t do anything to stop to let her slip away, it frustrated me to no end and it affected my performance as a driver, initially at least” Jungkook confesses and the reporter passes him an encouraging smile.

“The two of you have been dating for four years-“ “Five in total” Jungkook corrects him and the two of them chuckle out loud. “The two of you have been dating for five years now, does the future of your relationship affect your future as a driver? To bring up Phillip again, he retired a few months after his first son was born and has been living a quiet life away from F1 since, do you see yourself going down that road too? Putting your relationship and family ahead of anything by your mid-thirties?”

“Just last week I was facetiming Phillip, and he was building a dollhouse, surrounded by his kids. Phillip was obviously, very happy as a f1 driver, but being a father has made him content like never before. I don’t know what it’s going to be like with us, but I know ___ and I will come to a decision that’s best for the two of us”

“Talking of retirement, what do you see yourself filling time with when retired?” Hoseok asks, relaxing a little as he sits back in the chair.

“Sometime during early 2019, I knew I didn’t have a contract for the next year so my sister and I really started thinking of plan b’s outside of racing, and we narrowed down on the option of me going to college and taking the traditional route. I have always wondered, what would life be right now if things didn’t end up the way they did, and even though I was and am ecstatic that I landed in ferrari back then. I would like to take the college route too, see how it shapes my future. I really enjoyed being a student, and I think I’d enjoy going back to it. My girlfriend also thinking that I can sing pretty well and be a musician, but I think love has made her a little delusional” Jungkook jokes about the last part, making the reporter laugh too.

“To tie up the interview, this is your last year with ferrari, last year to win the championship in red. Endings are usually the time one gets reflective, how do you reflect back at the last eight years?”

“I look back and I’m filled with gratitude, so much gratitude. I am sure you’ve seen the video from my first karting championship win, an interviewer asking me what my dream f1 team would be, I remember saying ferrari with that excited high-pitched voice. I truly did want to drive for ferrari but at the same time as I made my way through F3 and F2, the dream started looking unattainable. Just minutes before I sighed the ferrari contract, ___ congratulated me on signing with ferrari, that’s when it really sunk in. I went into my hotel room and cried because of how overwhelmed and excited I was to be achieving a lifelong dream. My time at ferrari has shaped me into the man and driver I am, the ups, downs, agreements and disagreements have taught me so many invaluable lessons. I met the love of my life, got the opportunity to work with some of the most amazing people, won seven world championships, all because of my time at ferrari, and I truly know it in my heart that none of it would have happened if things didn’t go exactly as they did.”

Jungkook made a bet with himself, if he found you asleep on the sofa with your glasses still on and aggressively clutching a book, he’d buy you flowers tomorrow morning. He would have even if he lost the bet. But he audibly awes when he does win the bet, he’s found you like this a few thousand times, but it always endears him somehow. Jungkook quietly takes off your glasses and puts the book away. Crouching down, his eyes level with your tightly shut ones, softly, he grazes your face.

“You really hate falling asleep in our bed all by yourself, don’t you” he says to himself as he pushes some of your hair away from your face. Jungkook doesn’t struggle one bit when he picks you up bridal style, and lays you on the bed. He notices how your hand instinctively reached for his, holding onto him tightly.

Jungkook’s exhausted from the race and the day he’s had, all he wants to do is lay down and get some shut eye, but he sits by the you for a few too long, afraid him moving is going to wake you up. But he does eventually pry his hands out of your grip and jump into the quickest shower of his life.

“When did you get home?” you ask turning to face Jungkook as he dries his hair with a towel.

“20 minutes ago?” he says abandoning the towel and picking up the hair dryer now that you’ve up.

“How did the interview go?” you ask as you sit up to drink some water.

“Surprisingly well, I talked about you. A lot” he says from the dressing table and you give him a quizzical look.

“Why?” you ask as your eyes follow him around the room. Jungkook just smiles and looks away as he shuts the hair dryer off.

“He asked the right questions” Jungkook says massaging his torso as he walks to bed, he takes slides into bed, leaning in for a quick kiss.

“___” he whispers your name against your lips and you sigh, running your hands through his hair.

“I am so looking forward to summer break, just you and I relaxing. Maybe if you feel like it, we take a dip in the ocean or you watch me swim in the ocean. I could do a slutty Baywatch style walk for you-“ you shut Jungkook up by sliding into his lap.

“You ramble when you’re tired” you note with speed as you lean down to kiss him, fiercely, leaving Jungkook a little breathless. In the middle of making out, your hands travel to his chest, hoping to tug off his t-shirt when you notice something.

“Why is your heart beating like crazy” you ask noticing his erratic heartbeat. His lips flatter to a shy smile as realisation dawns on the two of you.

“Oh my god, Jungkook you’re going to make me cry” you say cradling his cheeks and he grumbles pulling you closer.

“I’m sure your heart beats for me like that too” he says reaching for your chest under the t-shirt.

“Babe, you’re just grabbing my tit” you note sarcastically as his finger grazes your hard nipple.

“I can’t help if your heart is behind your tit” he teases you, tugging on your nipple and getting the exact kind of moan from you.

“But really, it does. Even if my words and actions are lacking sometimes, my love for you grows each day” the tender words catch Jungkook a little off guard, not that you aren’t vocal about it, maybe he really needed this kind of confirmation from you today

Soft sunlight is peeking through the curtains, illuminating your face. Turning around to avoid the sunlight, you snuggle even closer to Jungkook, nuzzling in his chest. Jungkook’s been awake for a few minutes now, but he isn’t ready to let go of you yet. His alarm goes off, and he struggles to turn it off, but he does.

“Babe, I really need to go, Namjoon hyung is probably waiting for me downstairs” he grumbles but at the same time doesn’t let go of you. Training is intense as a F1 driver, and Jungkook takes it seriously.

“Kook is summer break” you complain as he detaches himself from you. He chuckles as you continue to whine as he gets dressed as quickly as he can.

“I promise I’ll pick up breakfast on my way,” Jungkook says mid brushing his teeth. Wiping off his face, he changes into a fresh set of clothes, ready to be out the door.

“You stay put, I’ll be back in forty minutes and we’ll resume the activities of last night” Jungkook insinuates as you turn around in bed to face him. There are butterflies in your stomach just thinking about last night, and they only intensify as he holds your jaw tight as he kisses you, tugging on your lip.

Jungkook feels giddy as he makes his way to Namjoon, continuing to stretch as he walks over to his hyung.

“I’m thinking we go by the church today-“ “I think I’m going to propose to ___” Jungkook interrupts him and Namjoon looks at him dumb founded.

“Um, that’s wonderful. The two of you are really-“ “Yeah, I know we’re pretty darn cute, but I’m thinking about proposing today, more accurately by breakfast” Jungkook says very calmly as Jungkook continues to stretch.

“Okay, so, um-“ “I have had the ring for a few months now and I was looking for the perfect time, and I thought I’d do it while we were in Busan but I don’t think I can wait any longer.” Jungkook says, taking a deep breath.

“This morning, I was looking at ___’s left hand, and I just knew, I had to propose right away. It just feels like the right moment” Jungkook explains and the panic is starting to build, panic mixed with a shit ton of excitement.

“I don’t know if we’d be here if I didn’t advise you to break up with ___, but I’m glad we’re here” Namjoon says patting Jungkook’s arm.

“Hyung you gotta stop beating yourself up about that,” “I know, but I am seriously, so happy for you and ___” Namjoon says and Jungkook smiles widely.

“I know, now I gotta get going with breakfast and flowers before ___ wakes up” Jungkook says running a hand through his hair, it’s a nervous tick. “Remember to set up a camera, you’ll want pictures”

Jungkook hears the shower turn off as he plates the breakfast Most people would want a grand proposal, but Jungkook knows you’ll want a private, lowkey one more. He knows you’ll want to cherish this moment, without a crowd and attention around. He fixes the flowers as you step out the washroom, drying your hair as you walk across the room. Jungkook knows you aren’t going to dry your hair right away, no matter how many times he asks you to, he knows you’re going to be walking into the living room any moment now.

“Jungkook, are you back already?” you shout from the room, hearing some noises come from the kitchen.

“Yeah, I cut the run short, come out here” he yells, locating the ring. Before you can reply, your phone rings and you pick it up immediately.

“Um, okay” you reply to the call as Jungkook checks the camera, making sure it’s recording.

“Yeah, 1 pm works for us, we’ll be there” you reply as Jungkook calls out for you again.

“Alright, I’ll see you later” you mutter turns to walk towards the living room, and realising,

Jungkook’s waiting for you, on a knee. You mutter a oh my god as realisation sets in, Jungkook anxiously bites his lip, waiting for you to say something. The silence is starting to eat Jungkook, he’s starting to regret this, you’re going to say yes, right?

“I feel amazing each morning I get to wake up next to you, and a few months back, I decided I wanted a lifetime of it. I was waiting for the right moment; I came so close to asking you after we finished that trek in Australia. It was perfect, the view, the feeling, but I knew you would never forgive me for proposing me while you were all sweaty” he jokes and you giggle, the tears starting to form in your eyes.

“Then I thought, I’d do it in Busan, I even got a planner and everything but something changed this morning. Your hand reached for mine, like it does every morning. I felt your ring finger, and I just knew I couldn’t wait any longer.” Jungkook’s a little teary eyed too as his hand swiftly open the velvet box, revealing the ring, and you gasp, like you weren’t expecting it.

“Will you marry me ___?” Jungkook feels a little breathless he finally asks the question. The smile on your face widens like you’re going to say yes to him, but Jungkook is absolutely shocked by what you say next.

“I’m pregnant. We’re pregnant!” you say and the color completely drains from Jungkook’s face as you pull him up. “What?” his voice is barely audible as he asks you that. “The, um, doctor just called, the tests they ran last week. Turns out I don’t have any deficiencies, turns out I’m pregnant” you retell the events of the phone call and he gasps with shock.

“Oh my god, we’re going to have a fucking baby!” Jungkook shouts with excitement as he pulls you close for a kiss, and a few more.

"um, yeah the doctor asked if we could go in for the first sonogram today afternoon, that's fine right? You don't have anything planned right?" you ask as you pull away from him a little, Jungkook wants to hug you tight, like he wants to let you know just how intensely he's feeling, but he doesn't.

"___, we're having a baby, nothing is more important than you and the baby" he says running a hand through your hair, sensing some tension from you.

The two of you just stand in each other's embrace for a while, letting the moment soak in.

“Wait, um, you didn’t give me an answer” Jungkook asks as his forehead leans against yours.

“Yes, Jungkook. Of course, I want to marry you. I want to be your wife for the rest of my life” you say and he slips on the ring.

People always assume that the fairy-tale ends when the couple gets married. But for the two of you, the fairy tale is always going to be on going. It’s going to keep going through every date night, every quiet morning, every small moment with your child, it’s going to be forever going. The love you two have for each other is forever going.

Tag List: @blancflms @nadzzzblog @kookiewhtaee @jksoftiitii @oiseul @elisaaru @coralmusicblaze @tearyjjeonn @moonchild1 @jungkooksseuphoria @cookysstuff @ohyeahjk @bobakkoo @whoa-jo @kooromiwrld @littlelandalp @marvelover3000

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nyaworld-askblog · 9 months ago

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you are Enot's voice. your role is to control and shift the events of their story. just what kind of journey awaits for this strange slugcat trapped in a colorful world where nothing makes any sense? will they ever find a way out or will they be trapped here... forever? The choice is yours. reader. their fate is in your hands.

----- current character that is currently available for asks:

more info about the AU under the cut!

------ WELCOME TO MY DOMAIN !! this is the official nyaworld au askblog made by yours truly @hdra77 !! incase you are unaware about this AU. nyaworld AU is originally a joke au where everyone and everything takes into the 2000's like aesthetic. pretty much diving back into the nostalgia! but now ive decided to spice things up a bit and went 'hmmm why not add something cool?' then boom this exists! this isn't just an ordinary ask blog as you can see! this blog is a story-driven format! which means you are able to interact with Enot in the comics! give them choices!leave comments and make them insane!!suggest something!or heck, go wild!! so yes, you that's right you have the power to decide just where the story would go! and just a quick note, ask box will be closed when queue is full and once the next page is on the works heres a couple of rules to follow before hopping in: 1)obviously dont ask anything nsfw in the inbox. 2) i have the right to remove your asks if it makes me uncomfortable 3)you can ask pretty much anything as long as it is related 4)not sure how to describe or explain this properly but when i mean by 'control the story' i dont mean giving enot/anyone any objects or help them physically 5)you cannot ask a character that hasn't taken an appearance in the story. the image below shows which character(s) are available 6) also please specify if your question is outside the storyline or not!! i really dont want to keep guessing and get them wrong, this goes for specifying a specific character! ill be updating the rules overtime! now for the tags: #asksforthecast - this is for the asks that are unrelated to the current storyline #nyaworldstory - the comic where the main storyline takes place #oocasks - asks for the author(me running this blog!) #nyaworldaufanart - <3<3<3<3<3 #meetthecast - basic introduction of the characters that currently took their first appearance in the story ! #loredumps - if i ever have the motivation i would spew out random and small lore bits!

#introduction #nyaworld au #rw enot #rw inv #rw sofanthiel #rw slugcat #rw au #rain world au #slugcat

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an-askblog-survival-guide · 1 year ago

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A Survivor's journal | a simon and marcy ask blog pinned post !

Asks are currently: OPEN

incase it wasnt obvious, this is a roleplay account/ask blog!! my main account is @bebackthen ! unlike my ice king blog, this one will follow a more mature theme and be generally darker in overall tone, instead of the soft angst in the ice king blog. this blog, specifically, is from the point of view of simon and marceline during their time together after the events of the mushroom war.

this blog will contain imagery and details contained within the "marcy's super secret scrapbook" book (such as the inspiration for the cover!), but i will make it clear that the book is NOT fully canon. i just will be including some details from the book, such as simon being an artist, the homework marcy does, and story/character notes. but things will not allign fully with the book simply because it contradicts what is shown in the show and id prefer to stick with that lore.

instead of asks being sent to the characters via phone or in-universe characters, the asks within this blog will SOLELY be heard by simon and only simon, as hallucinations due to the crown. the hallucinations will start out small, and as the ask blog grows so will the intensity of his hallucinations! of which you all will have help affecting. aside from the asks being hallucinations, of which you must specify out of when sending in an ask. there will also be multiple different "types" of asks/ways to impact the story! hallucinations via ask box, miracles, and disasters.

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hallucinations: when sending an ask you can choose between auditory, visual, sensational! auditory is stuff like voices, noises, and the like. visual would be visions (be it of the future, past, or nothing in particular), and sensational would be anything involving touch! such as feeling phantom hands on him or the ghost of breath on the back of his neck.

miracles: when sending an ask, or participating in a vote/event you can have the opportunity to send miracles! miracles are things like food/items that may help them along their journey, the luck to find a still standing shelter, the ability to get out of a sticky situation. of course, not everyone can just give out miracles, big miracles such as finding shelter/getting out of a situation will be voted on via community polls! but everyone can send miracles. of course, but just because it gets sent their way doesnt mean they will get it.

disasters: disasters, like miracles, are ways you can directly involve yourself in their journey! when sending an ask, or participating in a vote/event you can have the opportunity to cause disastrous situations. disasters are things like enemies/dangers that they may come across along their journey, the chance to avoid/encounter hoards of oozers or a freak storm, and the ability to get shoved into a sticky situation! of course, not everyone can just hand out disasters, big events such as hoards of oozers/a big storm will be voted on via community polls! but everyone can send disasters. of course, but just because it gets sent their way doesnt mean they will encounter it.

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Timeline layout:

this is a general timeline that i will be following, with images to give more clarity to the scenes im referencing. i will be including key scenes within the ask blog, of course, but it might take time. after all! this is a prequel for my ice king blog! it ends the same as canon, with simon leaving marcy since he considers himself a danger. if you have any questions regarding the timeline, headcanons, or other, please ask under this post or @bebackthen ! i can go into more depth if people are interested.

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the rules for the blog are simple

- you can be mean to to the characters, but ABSOLUTELY no NSFW asks.

- please be patient, I am slow to update due to the fact this blog will be completely colored and rendered! more-so than my ice-king blog.

- feel free to ask me to tag things! i plan on tagging triggering content as well as giving warnings when they crop up. aside from the general warning on this post.

- feel free to spam likes, and reblogs! I actually appreciate it! but dont spam asks, make sure they are thought out, please.

- make sure you specify what kind of ask you send ! if you do not i will take creative liberty.

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and for our first event!! you will get the chance to vote on how the first time marcy sees the crown in action goes! this will likely only be a short scene, as we know he doesnt use the crown often around her until after the incident with the clambulance, but that also gives me full creative freedom for why and how marcy sees him use the crown for the first time!

place your ideas in the comments of this post and then i will make a post on @bebackthen to vote on the top comments!

#ice king #adventure time #simon and marcy #simon petrikov #the crown #ice crown #apocolypse #marceline abadeer #ask blog #rp blog

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toki-woki-fnaf · 2 months ago

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TO PICK UP WHERE WE LAST WERE, IT SEEMS LIKE SOMETHING HAS INFECTED THE V.A.N.N.I NETWORK! In 3 Lives at Freddy's: Follow the Yellow Rabbit, over the first half of each session 3 players will be infected by the Glitchtrap virus, those players must kill another player by any means necessary or they will die at the end of the session. Although like shown above, that pesky virus has given them a few tools to get that job done. They can send encoded messages to anyone else infected on the network anonymously. Be careful though as there is always a risk that you take by giving others information or listening to information, it is a wolf eat wolf world.... To encourage collaboration and more creative kills, you can place down a flare that will count any death in a good radius towards removing your virus even if you aren't nearby, this means traps are on the table! If you're good at communicating then you can clear you and another Glitchtrapped players virus with one kill using this. If this whole thing interests you, and it is something you want more information on or to join, then here is some of our previous posts to more properly understand what 3laf is about. Here is some posts from this 3LAF: Follow the Yellow Rabbit (Helpi Introduction), 3LAF 1 (Introduction, Animatronic Reveal) or 3LAF: Golden Thread (Introduction 2, Animatronic Reveal 2, Structure Reveal). The main gist is that you have three lives and on your last life you can kill other players. There are plenty of FNAF features that interact with this life system like turning peoples souls into animatronic remnant and using that to revive someone! As of writing there are 9 slots open (and we encourage discord stream spectators or backup players incase a player has something come up and has to leave 3laf, so if it is full and it still interests you then you're still 100% allowed in!) It begins on December 14th and continues every Saturday from 1 PM to 6 PM pst, it is that long so players can take breaks, join late, or leave early! To note, most players play as characters themed around FNAF and it is entirely encouraged and makes the experience so much better for everyone no matter how much roleplay you've done, you can also just play yourself! If you go into the #3laf or #3laf golden thread tags you'll see plenty of art and roleplay for players characters in both of those seasons!!! SEND THEM SOME LOVE, EVERYONES DESIGNS SLAY SO SO HARD!!!

#3laf #3 lives at freddy's #3laf follow the yellow rabbit #3laf:ftyr #minecraft fnaf #fnaf #minecraft #glitchtrap #sorry gregory i'm sure he'll get his revenge under the glitchtrap virus

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playstation7app · 2 months ago

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#enXantingXMENLaLaLisa

{Lisa receiving her own #Playstation7 title comingsoon}

The game is said to be set in the Marvel Universe that revolves around the '#7GAgents' Marvel comic and #enXanting series involving her fellow 'BLACKPINK' members the game is set to launch on the release date of the highly anticipated arrival of the '#Playstation7'. The games Title and gameplay will revolve mostly around 'Lisa', unraveling her characters origin story on the cusp of her collaboration with 'CrazyHorse' in Paris, in the time of her comics second volume debut, including flash backs and rewinds attributed by corresponding teammates 'Chanel BlackCat' (Thee blackCat Glitch'), and tag team co-op levels will have you workong in tandem with other Marvel favorites and new comers such as members from the new 'HerosForHire' teams, Marvels 'ThunderBolts' (Ghost, Agent13, Antman (Cassie), RedHulk, BuckyRodgers, TheIronPatriot, etc), Marvels Runaways (LSD, Molly, Chase ,Alex, Gurtrude, OG), MightyMax, Polly pocket, (Justin Bieber/HallieeBieber), LindtTheChocolateGirl, Godiva, Black beauty, YoungAvengers (KateBishop, Young T'Chala, Wiccan, Hulkling, YpungThor, QuickSilver), BlackBolt, TheeDarkKnight, Noir, BlueTheRaptor (Jurassic park), VampireHollie, TheBlackSun Ranger Apollo, Neo of The Matrix (Jennie), Kairi of Kingdom hearts, SakuraSpider, GhostSpider, Bebe Kiddo(Grimes), MarvelMouseQuteers (BritneSpears, VanessaHudgenss, DemiLovato, KiKiPalmer, KimPetras) Along with other favorites such as Wolverine,Deadpool, Shatterstar, Domino, JeanGrey, Cyclopes, Christopher Robin and more!!!

Lisa possesses the Xgene ability of 'Percision and Mastery Of Arts' The ability to instantly master any weapon or craft she assumes, she chose to become most proficient in the art of sword and blade. During one mission trying to save Chanel the black cat and her fellow sisters she unfortunately lost her right hand, after the tragic accident after the frey, Tony Stark was able to build her a new robotic hand acclimating her the power of super human cyborg strength within the cybernetic hand, hacking and digital applications along with a computers perfection in digitally determining accuracy and perfect dexterity within the agility of the hand, the hand came equipment with projectiles, and rocket emissions and functions so she is capable of flight just from the hand alone and can leap far distances when propelling herself using the cybernetic hand, including a lipstick in one of the fingers just Incase she needs quick application to touch up her beauty of course it's #CELINE.

[above:Lisa is shown sporting #enXanting theme colors Black and Yellow the core colors of #enXantingXMEN]

#enXantingXMEN promises an electrifying entry into the Marvel Universe, creating an unprecedented crossover event featuring Lisa from BLACKPINK, Chanel (Thee BlackCat Glitch), and an extensive lineup of Marvel favorites. Here's an in-depth look at the narrative, characters, and unique gameplay mechanics:

Game Overview

Title: #enXantingXMEN Platform: Launching exclusively on #PlayStation7 Setting: Marvel Universe, integrated with #7GAgents Marvel comic series and the #enXanting series. Primary Colors: Black and Yellow, representing #enXantingXMEN’s dark, sleek aesthetic.

The game unfolds as Lisa begins her journey of discovery, a tale that draws on themes from her collaboration with CrazyHorse in Paris and the second volume of her Marvel comic series. The story allows players to explore her character's origin with intricate flashbacks and rewinds, guided by her teammates in an innovative storytelling style that pulls players into her emotional and heroic development.

Main Characters and Teammates

Lisa (Main Character): Known for her X-gene ability, Precision and Mastery of Arts, Lisa can master any weapon instantly. Her combat focus on swords and blades gives her a fierce, unique fighting style. Following an accident where she lost her hand, Tony Stark crafted a powerful cybernetic replacement with enhanced agility, digital accuracy, and built-in projectiles, enabling her to fly and perform high leaps.

Chanel BlackCat (Thee BlackCat Glitch): A close ally, Chanel brings stealth, hacking expertise, and strategy. Her “Black Cat” abilities offer tactical advantages, especially in stealth-based missions.

Tag-Team Allies: Include iconic Marvel heroes and other pop culture crossovers:

Marvel’s Thunderbolts: Ghost, Agent 13, Cassie Lang (Ant-Man), Red Hulk, Bucky Rodgers, Iron Patriot.

Runaways: LSD, Molly, Chase, Alex, and others.

Young Avengers: Kate Bishop, Young T'Challa, Wiccan, Hulkling, QuickSilver.

Special allies like Neo (BLACKPINK's Jennie as The Matrix's Neo), GhostSpider, Bebe Kiddo (Grimes), the Marvel MouseQuteers, and more.

Gameplay Mechanics

Flashbacks and Rewinds: These narrative elements enhance gameplay by allowing players to piece together Lisa’s past and explore her challenges, guided by her trusted allies.

Tag-Team Co-op Levels: Engage in tandem with other characters, leveraging each ally’s unique abilities to solve puzzles, outsmart enemies, and conquer complex environments. This cooperative mode makes for varied gameplay with fresh challenges on each level.

Exploration and Combat: The #Rendezvous stage introduces players to the New Mutants Gang as Lisa navigates new locations on her way to Xavier Academy. A blend of exploration and combat introduces strategic engagement with enemies, emphasizing teamwork and Lisa’s versatile combat style.

Enhanced Cybernetic Abilities: The cybernetic hand Stark created provides Lisa with abilities that integrate technology and combat. Players can unleash special moves, flight, and even defense maneuvers with her enhanced hand.

Puzzle Sequences: Engage in memory challenges, sequence puzzles, and trials to unlock hidden abilities and pathways. These minigames add depth to the storyline, requiring players to use Lisa’s intellect as well as her combat skills.

Unique Features and Aesthetics

Black and Yellow Theme: The palette reflects Lisa’s journey, as well as the dark and sleek feel of the Marvel universe.

Character Customization and Weapon Mastery: Lisa’s X-gene ability to master any weapon lets players personalize her loadout and refine her combat style, especially with bladed weapons. A hidden compartment in her hand even holds a #CELINE lipstick, adding a fun, stylish touch.

Conclusion

enXantingXMEN is set to be a groundbreaking adventure that blends Marvel’s superhero lore with BLACKPINK’s global influence. The story-driven gameplay, rich character lineup, and diverse gameplay mechanics promise an unforgettable experience that both Marvel fans and BLACKPINK fans will embrace. Prepare to uncover Lisa’s origins and her journey to becoming a hero on the PlayStation7.

#LalaLisa #enxantingxmen LalaLisa #Lisa marvel #MarvelLaLaLisa #LisaBlackPink #blackpink #squareEnix #Capcom #Marvelgames #marvel games #Playstation7 #deardearestbrands #ps7 #digitalconsole #framework

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nrc-ramshackle-trio · 3 months ago

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Hello! Welcome to Ramshackle! I'm Grim, the boss around here and you are all welcome to ask us anything you're curious about nyahahaha~

This will be good to record for my eventual moment when I become the most powerful wizard!

Grim... you forgot us...

Cat shut your mouth and introduce us properly

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Hello! This is mod Raven speaking now. Welcome to my sideblog dedicated to twst rps now.

Let's get to some rules for everyone to know! ^^

1 - Be polite - Yes we can joke around, and tease each other for the sake of rps, but remember there is a person behind this blog. Do not be outright rude to anyone and be respectful.

2 - Be a decent human being - I will not tolerate any racism, homophobia, misogyny, transphobia, or etc. I see ANY of this going on, or informed (cause admittedly I am not the best of noticing stuff) you will be blocked immediately.

3 - No NSFW - Given who I am rping on this blog... yeah please don't. Even if this is to the yuusona stand in Raven here, just no. Cursing is allowed as I do curse. Mature jokes are welcomed just if it crosses a line I'm uncomfortable with I will give a warning.

4 - Be Mindful - This is not my main blog, and I am still learning to juggle it. If an ask is taking too long don't panic or spam me about it I will get to it. I do have a life and stuff going on that will keep me busy, I would like to keep this as something to do for fun to relax.

5 - Ocs are welcome! You are free to interact with an oc of yours here. Don't expect me to automatically know them of course, please provide a brief information about them and their relationship to either of the three here. Do not expect me to go hunting down the info myself, if you fail to provide any info I will automatically assume this is their first time meeting.

Future rules might be added in later if I feel like it should

Other notes:

Grim speaks in Blue

Kibby speaks in Orange

Raven speaks without a color

#sibling fight is when Kibby and Grim are having abit of an arguement

#ramshackle lost&found will be when Kibby calls out someone for leaving something in the guest room

#mod speaks incase I myself have to break out and speak instead this will be used

#kibby speaks

#grim speaks

#raven speaks

My main blog is @blind0raven all follows and likes will be from the main blog (I believe that's how it works)

Have fun! :D

#mod speaks #nrc-ramshackle-trio #twst rp #twisted wonderland rp #twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #kibby speaks #grim speaks #raven speaks

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rafeyscurtainbangs · 3 months ago

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Can you show us how to make a masterlist?💓

Hi hun!! Of course! :)

1) Gather your images that you want to use (banners, dividers, GIF’s)

- banners search “banners” and “dividers” in tumblr. Just make sure you give credit if they ask. You can use the GIF’s they provide you when you upload, pintrest, you can find one from TikTok and make one yourself (if you need help you can send me the link and I can make one for you. Also you can use my edits if you want I don’t need credit) Also, I use sparkle dividers. If you search #rafeyscurtainbangs library you will see all my fics and you can just touch the image and hold down and it’ll ask you if you want to save it to your phone.

2) create a new post. You can add a title. If you don’t like the font available you can search “Tumblr Font” on chrome to get something different. Then, I’ll add the gifs and banners that I want to include before my actual library.

3) break my masterlist down into sections: one shots, blurbs, etc. etc.

4) add the titles of your fics. I also break it down by f=fluff a=angst s=smut and s*=smut highlighted. Click “save” and it will add it to drafts.

5) go to your main page and find the fics that you want to tag. I always suggest tagging your fics as something specific so they are easily separated from the rest of your content. Example: #rafeyscurtainbangs library. Once you find the fic, click three dots in the upper corner. And copy.

6) go back to your drafts and highlight the title. Then you are going to click the link icon on the middle, right hand side of the screen and paste the URL from your fic.

7) click save. And do it over and over again for all of your works. I do suggest keeping a google doc with all your URLs just incase something happens. Also, just an FYI, if you ever change your @ you will have to change the links that you make. If you need help with that let me know I don’t want to confuse you.

8) Once you have hyperlinked everything you will tag it. I usually tag it as the following, obviously subbing out the name of your character: #firstname #firstname lastname #firstnamesmut #firstname x reader #firstname masterlist #fandom masterlist

9) click post.

10) go to your main page and find your new masterlist. You’ll click the three dots again and copy your masterlist.

11) go to your pinned post and create a masterlist tab <- just like you would a title on your masterlist. Then, you’ll highlight that, click the link button, and link the URL for your masterlist.

I hope that helps. Again, if you want to use any of my gifs you are more than welcome to and if you need any help just let me know.

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princessisfinethx · 2 years ago

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Recom Miles Quaritch x FemReader

I am really getting annoyed with the spam bots that follow you...how do I stop them? Anyways, here's a lil something new. Hope ya'll enjoy!

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The only true thing to be said about yourself, was you were technically a God. Not literally. But in a cosmic, or comedic sense, yes. You were one of the main scientists who restored deceased soldiers' memories and brought them back to life as a recombinant(recom) as the soldiers called them. Stable bodies 100%, perfectly reanimated. You were damn good at it too

And like a God, your believers shot you out of the sky with greed in their eyes and fangs in their smiles.

You were promoted to main physician/doctor or Medical adviser for the Na'vi soldiers. Some bullshit terminology like that, they just needed some smart ass to babysit the blue cats in case they get colds. A fucking joke that was. You had already perfected their bodies to withstand more disease, more injury than humans or animals could. They were perfect. YOU made sure of that and everyone on your team knew that.

And here you are anyway.

You were scribbling away, glancing up once in a while to look at the clock. You have a new patient arriving soon and you only looked over the picture and title. Colonel. Copying down the last patient's file, just Incase she came back with any side effects. She reported headaches, weird visuals when she slept. That was normal with every patient and headaches were mostly due to stress build up. You were hoping to see her again today, she's always cracking awful jokes that made you chuckle.

As sick as it makes you feel, you actually took your job seriously. You hated being downgraded and you wished whoever higher ups made that decision for you, would get alien bird shit in their coffee. However, you didn't hate it. Not really. You had patients you looked forward to every day, sure there was maybe one or two that gave you hell, really it's the human guys but everyone else respected you. Truly. They haven't forgotten your birthday yet either. You have pictures with most of the recom soldiers and it really made you feel good.

A thought crossed your mind, something that made that good feeling drop. You glanced down at your cabinets, seeing the lock and sighing. You haven't sent anything out yet, you'd hope they could last a few more-

Knock knock knock.

You jumped and stood up, smoothing out the wrinkles in your pants and shirt. "Come in." You watch the door open, and a tall blue figure ducking into the doorframe to fit inside. He looked at you, then around the office as he got inside. You smiled softly. "Good to see you moving around so early. Most get sick for another hour." You held your hand out. "I'm Dr. Linear."

He was still looking around. "What is this, like a principal's office?" He laughed softly. When he finally looked down at you, he bent down to shake your hand. "No disrespect to you Doctor. It's just nicer than most offices I've seen." he spots the pictures behind you. "Lotta personal touches." That american accent touched his voice.

You had a tight smile on. "Well when you work my position for a while, you grow close to your patients. In this environment it's easy to get the life drained out of you. I find a personal touch eases a lot of people in a state of comfort." You sit back down. "Not too comfortable though. Those chairs aren't cozy for Na'vi." You noticed his face as he sat, even his tail seemed irritated. He glanced at you again and smiled. "Colonel Miles Quaritch, correct?" You flipped his file open and read over a few lines. "We won't go over personal details yet, I just want to make sure you're feeling okay."

He never stopped staring at you. You weren't uncomfortable with it, but it made you wonder what he was thinking. Most soldiers need a few minutes to get accustomed to their new height and how things feel or look around them. You did hear he got to rest for an hour. He probably hasn't seen a human for this long yet. When he didn't say anything else, you continued. "A few yes or no questions. If you're unsure of one, just say unsure. Any nausea or dizziness?"

"No."

"Muscle spasms or twitches."

"Slightly, in the legs." He watched you write in your notes.

"Unusual bleeding?"

"No."

"Cough or vomiting?"

"No."

"Since it's only been about 3 hours, we'll have to wait a while before I can ask anything else." You close the book and stand, taking your flashlight with you. "Mind showing me where the spasm is?" He reaches down and lifts his pants leg. You kneel down and feel the muscle in his leg.

"Below the knee," he watches. "It stopped an hour ago." You nod and stand up again. You motion him closer, placing a hand on his cheek and checking his eyes, flashing a light for a minute and watching his pupils dilate. His ears perking up and down, and again, his tail flicked side to side. A smile touches your lips. "You'll get used to the tail, the ears though," You place the pen light down. "I think it's in touch with emotion and it's a downside that comes with the new body. That should be everything for now. Any questions or concerns you want to discuss with me before you start physical training?"

Miles was staring at you hard, his jaw flexing and you even saw his tail swing a few times. He had a lot to say, smart remarks he decided to keep to himself, until he can understand you better. His ears perk up and he smiles. "Sure." He stood up, crossing his arms. "Not to start any fires, but if you hate your job, just say so."

"Excuse me?" Your head tilted back, raising an eyebrow as you watched him.

He chuckles. "I can read you like a book, even without these new eyes or senses. You don't have to like me either 'cause I know you don't." He smirked. "Don't pretend to like people and think it would make your job easier. It doesn't." You didn't know it, but he was baiting you. How you reacted would let him know what you were really hiding. If you were calm and laughed off his words, then you actually did enjoy your job, and didn't mind the banter he brought.

"I think you've got it wrong here." You put your hands on your hips and he grinned at your reaction. His prediction was correct. "If you think I don't like you already, you're correct. My job isn't to like you, it's to make sure you're still alive." You take a step forward. "I don't pretend to like anyone here, I have my list of goods and bads in this place and I wouldn't mind telling a few off if given the chance." Your figure was tense now, and your face was the opposite of when he first walked in. This was going much better than he thought. "Lastly, nothing makes my job easier. Pretending or not, I'm stuck here. I've accepted that. Just because you're still high up in command doesn't mean you can waltz in and control my office." You were glaring now, and he just found it adorable from his height. "Now, come back in another 3 hours after your physical training and we can get this all out of the way. Then maybe if you're careful, we won't have to see each other ever again."

Usually at this part of the meeting, you would offer your patient a sucker. It was a funny idea someone gave you, so you started ordering suckers and some cheap candies. Either that or stickers. Grown ass soldiers still act like children and it made your day sometimes. But you highly doubted this man deserved anything out of the mystery bucket.

He was smiling now, but he gave a nod. He didn't say anything else as he turned and ducked out of your office. Once the door was closed, he chanced a peak through a slightly broken blind of your office window. You were slowly rubbing your face in the middle of the office, turning and walking towards the windows that pointed outside. "Never see each other again huh?" Quaritch had enough info on you now. He would have to peek at your work file later, but he could tell you were sour about something. That, and a pretty face like yours getting pissed because of him was entertaining. He didn't expect to get something out of you so quickly. He licked his lips before continuing down the hallway. "We'll see about that, Dr. Linear."

~~~

You eyeball the choices between dry bagel or dry wheat bread. You've had both for so long you could stomach either one. You decided the bagel would suffice being it could be fixed with a cheese spread or just taste healthier with the seeds sprinkled on top. Your plate now had pasta with meat and a bagel, all you were missing was juice. You’d usually drink coffee but after having 4 cups already, you decided you shouldn’t risk a heart attack. Thoughts and worries kept forming in your head, you weren’t paying attention either and mindlessly sat at a table. You kept staring at the bagel, lost in another world further than this one; you didn’t notice the plate being set down in front of you and a tall body sitting down. You then thought back to the coffee you had on your desk and wished you had brought it instead.

You pick up the bagel and bite into it, but don’t pull away from the bread. You were still. Miles watched with some concern. Finally he cleared his throat. “Are you gonna eat that or-” He couldn’t finish because of your coughing fit. You set the bread down and stare at him. After calming down, he smiled. “Ah there you are. Looked like a completely different person for a second there.” You didn’t say anything, instead you quietly sipped your juice. “I acted like an ass earlier. I’m sorry.”

That didn’t sound sincere. You looked up at him and sighed, placing your juice box. “That’s the only apology I’m gonna get?”

“Did you expect more?” His ear twitched.

“You did scare the living shit out of me just a second ago.”

“You did that yourself, doctor. Your head was in LaLa Land.” He waved his hand around. You sigh, tearing a piece of bread off and eating it, chewing quickly. He looked down at his own plate and gave an experimental taste of the pasta and meat. Still tastes like the same shit he ate before, but somehow worse. Saltier, slimey, the meat was tolerable but chewy.

“So, do you still want to interrogate me about my shitty work life? Or have you come to criticize my eating choices too?” You poke and stab some pasta with the fork. There was a chuckle and you had to glance up at him. He was watching you, those strange golden eyes filled with a curiosity you began to suspect had no end.

“I’m actually wonderin’ why I didn’t get to pick out of this uh, mystery box I heard so much about.” He smirked. “The other were talkin’ about it like it was gold.”

You had to look down to hide the smile. So they must have either ratted you out, or teased him for not getting a candy. It’s just a piece of candy. You look back up. “You ended our meeting in a rude manner, I didn’t see a reason for you to pick out the box.”

His ears flattened but his face was still relaxed. They betrayed his need to hide the annoyance. “So, what you’re saying is I have to be good at our meetings in order to pick out of this box?” Now he was leaning forward, as if you were asking him to do the impossible.

“Colonel, are your soldiers teasing you because you didn’t get a candy?” You tried to ask without smiling. You heard a snort and turned your head. Down the table, four Recoms sat, their bodies rigid and still. One of them was shaking and you realized he was laughing. When you looked at Quaritch his ears were laid back and his tail was flicking back and forth. He was looking at the group while his jaw clenched.

“No, nobody is getting teased.” He stuffed his mouth full of pasta. You nodded slowly, eating some more of your bagel. You heard someone clear their throat and continue talking as if they were having this conversation seconds ago.

“You still have to come by the office to finish up your questioning. I’ll be at the physical training area to check off some things.” You stood up and even with Quaritch sitting, he was still taller than you by two heads. “I’ll see you then.” You turned to the other group and made a face. “None of you are getting candy on your next visit.” And as you turned around to leave, the table erupted into groans and even a gasp.

As you walked away, Miles’ ears perked up, a smile on his face as the soldiers whined about the punishment. It was literally childish to be so upset over a piece of sugar. Yet here he was, however, hoping to get a piece by the end of the day.

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