#just put me and tied up ja in a chair in a room (IM NOT GOING HOMOEROTIC WITH THIS INE

[jrueships]

ja trying so hard to be '# hood' and now everyone's talking about wanting to dom him ummm i know this is karma but this was not the expected kinda irony i saw coming 😭

[linoshan]

district 5

series

warning: mafia!itzy, mentions of mafia!skz suggestive, violence, blood

not shy, not me.

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RYUJIN

tier 1

leader, royalty born, one of the twins

“why is she taking so long?” chaeryeong says as she paces back and forth.

yeji lets out a sound of dismissal. “who care? it’s kind of fun watching them squirm around like this” she laughs, pulling out her phone to take pics with the poor guards who lay on the floor. their hands are bound behind their back as duct tape silences their screams.

yuna runs over her, “ooo! i wanna be in it!”. she gets in the frame, holding up a peace sign. yeji takes the pic and they both laugh, doing multiple poses.

chaeryeong rolls her eyes at the sight then sighs in defeat, joining lia on the car hood.

“5″

“hmm?” chaeryeong hums, turning her head to face the girl next to her.

“4″ lia says, ignoring her.

this catches the other two girls attention, making them look up at the two girls on the car.

chaeryeong shrugs at them and looks back over to lia, who sits there nonchalantly with elbow rested on her knee, hand holding her face.

“3..” lia sighs, digging in her pocket. she pulls out ear plugs and sighs before putting them on

“why are you putting those o-”

“2″

“are you seriously just gonna igno-”

“and..1″

right on cue, the warehouse behind them explodes. making everyone but lia flinch and cover their ears.

she sighs, “i knew she’d use an explosive. crazy bitch just loves making mess”.

ryujin walks out of the building, dusting her hands off before smiling at the girls.

“ok. it’s taken care of. let’s go! i need a drink” she says casually, making her way around the g-wagon.

the rest of the girls get in the car. “bye!! nice meeting you guys!” yuna says, holding a hand out to them. “oh yeah your tied up” she giggles, stepping into the vehicle.

“by the way ryujin, didn’t chan say our job for the night was to just kill the gang associated with D9?... why’d you blow up the whole building?” she asks, putting on her seatbelt.

ryujin laughs. “whats the fun in listening?”.

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LIA

tier 2

analyst, D5′s second in command

“hey guys”, yeji says as she walks into the lounge area. “i just got off the phone with hyunjin. is it true that D8 is doing a job tonight?”

yuna sits up from her previous slouching position. “what?! ugh! i’ve been bored all week. i want to have fun too.”, she huffs.

“wait what? ryujin asks. “what job? chan said there was no night roles for the rest of the week”. she pauses for a second, before her face contorts in realization.

“that bastard. he lied to me. he just wants the first picks on lethals”. she groans, stomping in frustration.

lia stands up, walking past ryujin to her desk. “i’ll get the coordinates of the location”.

ryujin nods before turning her head back to yeji.

“what else did he say?”

“he said their getting ready right now. seungmin also getting the location as we speak”

“then we should hurry. that nerds pretty fast” yuna says, standing up.

“seungmin?”, lia laughs casually as she fills the room with the sound of her keyboard mashing.

the girls turn their head to her.

lia smiles at the monitor in front of her, pressing enter as the screens around the room turn on, showing the location district 8 was desperately trying to find. chaeryeong drops her mouth at the sight. each tv showed the place from every angle.

lia turns around in her chair, grinning. “i find it offensive that you doubt my skills”, she pouts. “by now you all should know that i can do what seungmin can-- and more.”

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YEJI

tier 2

mafiosa, hyunjins sister

“good job ladies” ryujin grins as she looks around the area. 

multiple bodies surround the 5 girls in some kind of underground office.

“look at all these names”, she says skimming through the folder, “this gang is being blacklisted once we give this to D7.”

ryujin looks up, “ok let’s go! we’re stopping by D8′s mansion. this just gave me bragging rights on chan”, she smirks.

“wait wheres yeji? i just saw her...”  yuna trails off, looking around.

“im right here” yeji says, sitting on the office chair in the corner. she massages her foot, holding the heel she took off in the other hand.

“my feet hurt” she huffs.

“i told you wearing heels was a dumb ide-”

“dumb idea yeah yeah not comfortable to fight in blah blah, i don’t care!” yeji retorts. “at least i looked hot kicking some ass”, she grins.

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CHAERYEONG

tier 2

younger sister of D7 mark

caporegime; a captain of a large crew of soldiers, hitmen and associates.

“so.. what are your hobbies?” 

chaeryeong laughs at the guy in front of her.

“... next question”, she says, taking a sip of her drink.

she looks at her watch, before lifting her head up to her date.

he fixes his tie, feeling awkward under her stare. “well uh, wh-”

she sighs. “look.. daniel..?no! david is it?” she exclaims, cocking her head as she thinks.

“its actually ja-”

little beeping noises come from chaeryeongs watch, interrupting him. “ok well ja-something. you should go. like right now” she says, reaching into her purse.

“what? why?” he questions, startled at the sudden behavior.

chaeryeong pulls out a gun.

“holy shi-”

the sound of a guns firing goes off from behind him, making him flinch. people begin to run out of the restaurant, screaming.

“what the fuck is going on?!” he yells over the shots.

she begins to load her gun, pulling a mag out of her bra. “my hobby” she sighs.

he begins to question the action but a gunshot goes off again, this time closer. he scrambles at the sound, standing up. “hurry! lets get out of here!” he yells, beginning to run for the door.

once he gets there he turns around, expecting chaeryeong to be close behind him. but to his surprise, she takes her time, lazily walking to him.

“hurry! its dangerous” he says, looking around frantically.

chaeryeong laughs. when she gets to him she pats his face. “you’re a nice guy ja-something, make sure you call me”. she smiles.

while still keeping eye contact, her arm holding the gun raises 90 degrees. before he could turn his head at the action, chaeryeong pulls him in for a kiss, distracting him as she pulls the trigger.

he flinches at the sound, opening his eyes to see a man with a ski mask dead on the floor.

“now, you should go, my hobby tends to get a bit messy”.

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YUNA

tier 2

recruited hitwoman, D5′s biggest flirt

“whats wrong..?” yuna teases, circling jeongin. “all those muscles and you’re still useless?” she says, brushing her fingers against his bicep.

jeongin gulps, “i uh- lost my grip” he says, coughing.

yuna chuckles at his awkwardness. “mhm..” she pats his shoulder before walking past him. “keep up the good work boys!” she exclaims at the rookies moving boxes.

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a/n: yuna is underage so i wont be writing anything more suggestive than that ^! but thank you for reading! this series will be divided into scenarios and oneshots because the plot goes way too deep to be a fic :]

[voidselfshipp]

The Copper Wars

Chapter 3

Tw:MC gets triggered.

By the time it was night jerico had finished the blueprints for his New invention.

A thirty feet tall robot, called The Forge, he couldnt wait to make It,but first he should change,and Grab something to eat,maybe even go to town and see whats up.

He took a quick shower,and changed,walking to the kitchen with his cats following behind him

--Hey guys whats up--jeri said non chalantly.

The mercs couldnt help but stare, he was wearing tight black pants,a dark green sweater, his hair tied in a bun while some stands fell loosely on his face.

--We uh...we were just about to eat-- engie mustered up, Serving the food.

--Nice, oh also! Ill go into town, anybody wanna come with me?

The men , except for pyro,soldier and heavy looked at eachother,before an argument broke out about who should accompany him.

--ya should let me go!, im super fun to be around!

--What ye goen ta get is this little shite talking yer ears off-Demo said drinking from his beer.

--Oh yeah? Well ya cant even stay still!youre drunk off ya ass!

--Id offer myself,I could use a break from workin'

--Ja!so would I!

--I zhink I could use some fresh air zoo

Jer stood there thinking--What if all of Us go?we could also use it to know eachother.

The mercs look at eachothern,and with grumpy looks they nodd.

And so, after eating off they went to town.

When they arrived the place was absolutely bustling with life,in the main plaza there was music playing, and jerico really wanted to dance!

The tune was so catchy!, and it reminded him of how much he and his dad would dance.

He took a quick look to his companions,but he could tell nobody was onboard.

So he just,stands there, pouting and his arms crossed.

Until a hand softly poses on his shoulder,he looks at engie who smiles and lends out his gloved hand.

Jer suddenly smiles, a huge smile on his face as he takes It.

The rest couldnt help but feel their chest warm up,he had a beautiful smile.

The music changes to a more softer one,and engie sweats bullets as jeri puts his arms around his neck.

--oh shit sorry i--

--No no,its alright uh aint used to dance with a Man thats all

--Theres always a first time,though if you want you can go back with the rest

--Its alright...this...this is fine

Both danced slowly,hesitant and unsure,but eventually they warmed up,and absolutely Killed it!.

Jerico was having so much fun.

Suddenly the texan Man dips him in, and he hugs his neck as jeri feels hes going to fall.

Engineers arms hug his waist,and with red cheeks they got back on their feet.

The texan knew hed get teased by scout, but seeing his companion happy made him feel giggly like a schoolgirl.

While walking through the local feria,jer fidgeted as he saw the stalls,so Many Many pretty things!.

He ran around, scout following him as he also got excited by all the things people sold.

--anyzhing Catching your interest?--spy sneaked behind the New merc, his french accent made a shiver run down his spine.

--Beejeezus!you scared me!

--my most sincere apologies,but please answer

Jeri just shrugged--Nothing really I mean they are pretty but,nothings like...'wow I want to buy that',besides you dont need to get me anything

--Consider it a welcome gift,if you need anyzhing or change your mind,let me know,our revoir

And the frenchman left.

While the rest were exploring,jeri sat on the empty stage, he then saw a Man,struggling to get his kid to calm down, the same Man was trying to play something on his guitar to no avail.

So he approached the dad, and asked if he needed help.

--You can try

Unaware of his team watching him, he sat on the floor with the kid,And softly played the guitar.

Jeri smiled,the kid mumbled things in what could be understood as spanish, and an idea appeared on his face.

--Hoy voy a hablarte

De mis héroes, que me vieron crecer

Desde el león que se hizo rey

Hasta la princesa que rompió la ley--He sang,gaining the kids attention--

Si me preguntas a mí

De ellos aprendí

Que hay personas por las que vale la pena derretirse

Que todo es posible, incluso lo imposible

Las virtudes a veces están bajo la suficiente

La belleza esta en el interior

Recuérdame aunque te diga adiós

Debo dejar de ser algo que no soy

Llorar me tranquiliza los problemas de la vida

Elimina de tu vida si elimina tu sonrisa

Hay una lágrima por cada risa

Eres más valiente de lo que crees

Porque tenemos que crecer

La segunda estrella a la derecha todo recto hasta el amanecer

Aférrate a aquello que te hace diferente

Si esperas el momento oportuno, era ese

Ohana significa familia, familia estar juntos siempre

Que tu alma libre esté

Que nunca es tarde para ser joven--his team had Walked closer.

The kid slowly calmed down as he sang, and quietly joining him.

Jer had a huge smile on his face,pouring his heart and soul as he sang with the kid who did the same,enjoying the music-- Boo

Sigue nadando

Sigue nadando

Quiero ser cómo, tú

Hakuna matata

Vive y deja vi bibidibabidibu

Hay un amigo en mí

Tan blandito que me quiero morir

De ellos aprendí!

Both ended their singing and the kid started to giggle and laugh, jerico gave the Man back his guitar and watched them walk away, with a warm feeling on his chest.

--recruit is good with little kids--heavy said.

--back in my home I had a lot of siblings,you end up learning I guess

And they spend the rest of the night enjoying the town.

Once back at his bedroom, just as hes about to sleep, he notices a pacage on his desk.

How...how did that get in here?

He got out of bed and Turned on the desk lamp.

--Que carajo...?--(what The fuck?),he then opened the small box to find a beautiful book,with carved details,painted gold.

'Since you too design things I figured this would suit you best.

Spy'

Said the note on the wrapper of the box.

He smiled and left it there,already too tired.

He then when back to bed, and fell asleep with his cats on his chest.

The morning sun filtered through the old blinds,jer hears his alarm go off,smacking the button of his alarm with a groan.

Suddenly he jumps as loud noises and shouts reached his room.

--la re puta madre!--he cursed sitting Straight,vica stands on their two back feet and with his front paws Cling to his unbuttoned shirt.

Jer picks them up,as illa jumps on his shoulder,and he walks to the source of the noise.

--Can I know what the fuck is going on?--Jerico asked,grumpy and a bit anxious.

--zhis idiot tried to Cook a pie,and somehow left zhe fork inside of it--medic said looking at scout.

Suddenly, scout screamed at the top of his lungs to defend himself,with a stupid argument.

Jer jumps back and hugs his cat, who purss and licks his hand.

His breath hitched as hes barely able to say--scout shut up!

His broken voice is enough to make the whole Room shut up and look at him.

--leetle Man feels bad,whats up?‐-heavy tried to Grab his shoulder but jeri stepped away.

--Scout give him a glass of vater-medic approached jerico softly, guiding Him to sit on the table--...how jou feeling now?

The New merc drinks the glass of water as he brokenly tries to steady his breath.

Vica sits on his lap,and illa jumps on the table, purring into the hand thats holding his head.

--I...I think im alright--jeri straightened his back--sorry,shouting And and loud noises make me anxious, try and Keep it quiet for now please?

--Ja, Ve'll zry, oh, by zhe vay,breakfasts ready

Engenieer was so kind to make the New merc breakfast with some home made applepie(without the fork inside of it)

Jerico Drank his tea, while his carts sat besides him curled up in a ball.

--So,jerico right?--engie said

--Yeah,whats up?

--Why dontcha tell Us about yourself huh?

Jers hand buttonned Up his shirt as he finally realized he was still in his pjs.

--Well,i moved in with my dad when I was a teen,worked in a bakery--scout chuckled condecenfingly--wich means I can make better pies than scout,and I Will not leave a fork inside of it,a part time artist, when I was like....twenty I did my phd in Steam powered engenieering,and when I could id go learn blacksmithing in one of my dads Friends house,nothing much

--nothin freaking much?!--scout said surprised-- you learnt blacksmithing and you think thats nothing much?

Jeri laughed snorting--well yeah blacksmithing is pretty cool

The Bostonian boy sunk in his chair and hid his face with his cap, as his cheeks Turned Pink.

--Oh and engie,I have the blueprints done,we can get to work in the wiring after this

--Alrighty then!

The rest of the breakfast was spent in quiet chatter, and jerico went to take a shower, closing the courtain.

The warn water hit his body and his shoulders and back relaxed.

He stretched his neck and washed his hair.

After the bath, he changed and went to Grab the blueprints and the notes he'd made in the notebook spy gave him.

He Walked to the door of his room,feeling excited to make this proyect of his into reality.

[celestialmarkiplier]

Just a Nightmare (Jack/Anti)

A/N: THIS IS GONNA BE A BAD ATTEMPT AT SPOOKY, IM SORRY SDFYGUHNJ

Requested? Yes! Anon requested: Hello there! Can I request a really dark story with Anti and Jack? Angst, gore, (psycho-)horror, dread and graphic, bloody descriptions? (Sorry, I'm a sadistic sucker for horror stuff and psycho games hehe)Maybe it starts out with a repeating nightmare which gets bloodier and more detailed every time. Then, specific things from the dream happen irl (like a sound he recognizes), which is foreshadowing to Anti who kidnaps him one night and takes sadistic pleasure in torture? (I just realized I sound pretty weird and crazy myself... I swear I’m normal lol). BUT ALSO don’t let me tell you what to write if you already have a better idea in mind!

Pairing: not an actual pairing, Anti and Jack are the stars of this one. (not romantic) ALSO, BONNIE. IS. HIS. FRIEND. THEY ARE IN NO WAY A ROMANTIC COUPLE, BONNIE DOES NOT LIKE JACK IN *THAT* WAY, HONESTLY I IMAGINE HER AS BEING ASEXUAL T B H

Warnings: angst, gore, blood, psychotic tendencies, graphic violence, cursing, things of that nature. readers, im warning you now. (it probably wont be that spooky actually bc im not spooky so im sorry anon who requested this i tried)

“When will you ever learn, Jack…” A voice taunts from behind the chair Jack had been strapped to for God knows how long. He was blindfolded, gagged, and had a rope tied around his arms, legs, and around his neck then looped through the back of the chair like a leash so that his head would stay up. The man- no, the thing- had faux sympathy laced through its words that Jack could see right through. Anyone could hear the sick undertones held in the voice; the bitch was enjoying every second of this.

“You can’t run, you can’t hide. You’re my little pet until I say otherwise!” Jack jumped at the barbaric and angry shout the last words came out as. “And the best part is, you won’t even tell anyone about it. You know what will happen if you do.”  There was a long sigh from in front of Jack before the blindfold was forcefully ripped away from his face, making Jack wince at the sudden amount of light flooding in his senses. It might have been dim in the room, but it was still enough light to leave him blinking rapidly to try and focus.

Once his eyes finally focused he gasped involuntarily. The thing in front of him wasn’t actually a thing at all- it was Jack himself.

Jack woke up with a jolt, sitting straight up in his bed and looking around. Cold sweat dripped down from his forehead to his jaw and finally dropped down onto the hollow area above his collarbone. He sighed, that was the third time he had woken up tonight alone.

Jack had these nightmares regularly. They were always the same, he gets kidnapped, thrown into a dim room, restrained, and always ends up finding out the villain is a twisted version of himself. The villain, who he chooses to call AntiJack (anti for short), looks exactly like him; well, other than the huge gash across his throat and the glitches that radiate from his body. Jack never gets a break from this entity in his dreams, it's a constant nightmare he has once, twice, maybe even three times a night. He’s tried everything, even going to a therapist, but the nightmares won't stop. It was something Jack was convinced was just in his head. That is, until one day when his best friend Bonnie came over.

“Jack?” Bonnie had questioned from her place standing by the door to Jack’s bedroom. They had been playing video games all day and Bonnie had left to get more snacks. Jack grunted in response, being far too lazy to actually put in the effort to say anything more.

“Why was this in your kitchen? Are you really that kinky?” She half jokes, Jack furrowed his eyebrows and looked up, eyes widening when he saw what she held in her hand. It was a gag. Not just any gag, though. It was the ball gag Anti had used in the nightmare Jack had been having; the same ball gag the demonic man had used to restrain Jack and leave him helpless against his torture.

“W-Where did you find that?” Jack stuttered out, face probably much paler than usual.

Bonnie just smirked, oblivious. “It was literally laying on the kitchen table, how could you not remember to put these things back up? You knew I was coming over, I don’t need to know about your sex life, Mr. Grey.” She chuckles and lays the gag on his dresser, hopping on the bed and only noticing how pale her best friend was once she had sat down. It was her turn to furrow her brow, “Are you okay, greenbean?”

Jack couldn’t speak for a couple seconds, just stared at the ball gag wordlessly. He almost told his friend about the gag not being his, however he couldn't bring himself to do it. Sure, she knew about his nightmares, she had been the one to sleep with him when he refused to be alone the first couple nights he had them, but something told him it would be a bad idea to speak about this. He didn’t want to worry his best friend anymore than she already was. Besides, the demonic thing had warned him that he would regret it if he told anyone. So he can’t.

“Uh, you know, just embarrassed at the fact that my best friend found out about one of my kinks.” Jack forces himself to chuckle and Bonnie seems to believe him, carrying on the conversation by saying something about changing his name in her phone to Christian Grey before they fell silent, Bonnie being emerged into the world of videogames and Jack being emerged into the world of his thoughts.

Bonnie had decided to stay the night. Usually Jack would be fine with this, however the ball gag that was sitting in the bottom drawer of his bedside table (he couldn't get rid of it without Bonnie asking questions) was still taunting him. Jack was only brought out of his thoughts about the gag when Bonnie crawled into bed beside him.

She smiled slightly cuddling into her pillow and brushing her hair out of her face before she asked, “You doing okay? Need me to cuddle with you tonight?”

Jack couldn’t help but smile, despite his mood. Bonnie had been his best friend since fifth grade. She had always been understanding of everything he told her, and in return he had done the same. He was glad she understood his situation. She never asked him to talk about it, only let him cuddle her (or vice versa) if he needed it and assured him everything was going to be okay. The next morning, she would always ask him once if he wanted to talk, and if he said no she would leave it at that. They would carry on with their day as normal afterwards.

So, with Jack’s arm wrapped tightly around his friend’s waist, he fell into unconsciousness and hoped his dreams would be better tonight.

It’s morning. Jack feels like he hasn’t slept a wink as his eyes flutter open. Bonnie is no longer beside him and he grows worried as his eyes flutter open, realizing he is on a hard floor instead of in his own bed. He groans, sitting up and looking around the area. Turns out it's not morning, the lights in the room are just incredibly bright. Where did Bonnie go? Where is he?

Suddenly there’s a static noise surrounding him. It starts by coming from the right side of the room- no, the left- no! He can’t even tell where it came from now, all he knows is that it's feeling his senses and he has no choice but to put his hands over his ears and get back down on the floor, the noise is too much for him to handle and-

And suddenly, it stops. Leaving him with a distinct ringing in his ears. He sits up again, furrowing his eyebrows and trying to make sense of this. Then suddenly, things click into place and his eye widen. This is another dream.

Almost as soon as he realizes this there is a glitchy laugh from the corner of the room, a figure coming up behind him and kicking him between his shoulder blades, holding him down and applying pressure on his back.

“Poor, poor boy.” The familiar voice starts, pushing down hard enough to make Jack wince. “You thought you were safe,”

“Wh-what do you want?” Jack whimpers, “Why are you doing this?”

The entity laughs again, the sound scratching at Jack’s ear drums and making him wince harder.

“Isn’t it obvious? You see, Jack, it’s simple. You made my life hell, so I’m returning the favor.”

With that, Jack feels a scorching pain down his spine, making him scream in agony. The pain continues, going from the start of his spine all the way to his tailbone and he’s pretty sure he's bleeding if the wet feeling on his back is any indication. Eventually he can’t take the pain anymore, and blacks out…

“...Jack?”

“..Jack! Wake up!”

“JACK!”

Jack is woken up by a sharp push on his chest. He groans in response and grips the hand tightly, opening his eyes and starting blearily at the woman in front of him. Bonnie.

“What happened? You were groaning in your sleep, are you okay?” She looks so worried, Jack feels bad for ruining her sleep. “God, you’re burning up. Here, let’s get you into some clean clothes because these are drenched.” She was right, his current clothes are absolutely soaked with sweat. He nods, trying to stand. He gets a total of two steps away from the bed before he yelps, a stinging pain going up his spine. Bonnie rushes over with clean clothes, helping him into the bathroom. She wipes his arms and face off with a clean washcloth before he tells her he’s okay and she leaves the room to let him get dressed. He dresses in the t shirt and shorts, staring in the mirror for a little while before raising his shirt up and turning around, letting himelf look at his back.

He immediately regrets his decision to look at his back. There’s a new scar, red and very prominent, running down his spine. His whole back is covered in bruises and he’s now a shaking mess. How did this happen? This isn't even possible, he’s going crazy. He has to be. This is not normal. Suddenly, the door is opened and in comes Bonnie, stopping as soon as she sees his back and holding a hand to her mouth.

“Oh my God. Jack, what the hell happened?! How did you not tell me about this?” His friend looked like she wanted to help, but didnt know how. He stared at the mark a second longer before he bursted into tears, right there in front of his best friend. Against his better judgment, he told her everything. He told her about Anti, about what happens in his nightmares, about the torture, everything. His face is buried in her neck whenever he feels her start to shake, the shaking gets more chaotic and finally, he has to look up. She’s laughing.

“Jack, Jack, Jack,” Her voice shifts from her normal, soft tone to one with more roughness. “I told you not to tell anyone…” Suddenly, the environment around him shifts and glitches, and he’s in the dark basement agan, with Bonnie standing in front of him. Only, it's not Bonnie. It's a demonic form of his best friend that has jet black eyes and a cut across her throat. He gulps, sweating bullets and ignoring the dull pain in his back.

“Anti,” he whispers, getting a smirk from ‘Bonnie’ before she glitches away and is replaced with a very twisted demon entity holding a sharp knife.

The demon comes in closer, crouching down in front of Jack and pulling the gag from his pocket. He ties it around Jack’s mouth and tsks before standing back up, trailing his knife down his arm.

“You should have just listened to me.”

(A/N: I TRIED SO HARD O M G IM SORRY RIP AHAH)(also i put x reader in the tags bc its my usual tags, so yes its not an x reader thing but oh well)

[little-owly]

oh gosh but like can you imagine what would happen if ja//ck loaded up on coffee before falling into littlespace?? He wouldn't be able to sit still at all and he would practically be vibrating with energy, running around the house at top speed and nearly killing himself in the process by tripping over things or falling down the stairs. He's just so energetic that dada eth//an and daddy ma//rk have to either put him down for a nap or bring him to the park so he can run himself out!! -🍂

HYPER BABY BOY AAAAA

jack fueling up with coffee, hoping to cram and get some work done before a convention. not counting on pouting and setting himself into headspace, becoming distracted as he tries to set up for recording a vr game, playing with the little toys and figures in his office. giggling away, forgetting all about the games he was planning to record. the coffee slowly, but surely, kicking in.

ethan and mark goofing around in the living room. already done planning and editing their videos. they sit cuddling on the couch before they hear it. the loud laughs and a heavy thud. 

ethan looks at mark quizzically, both waiting to hear a curse. only hearing more laughing and someone getting up.

and cue jack rushing into the room with a blankie tied around his neck, “wooosh!! imma hero!! i got my blankie and we gon’ save the world!!” he jumps into the air. just barely missing the pair and landing on the seat next to them.

“jack--!”

he ignores mark’s plea and jumps off the couch, running towards the kitchen, arms splayed.

“is he little--” ethan tries to ask, interrupted by the crashing of chairs.

“jack!!” mark yells, worried he hurt himself as ethan gets up, chasing after him alongside mark.

jack’s on top of the chairs, laughing away as he makes sound effects, “woosh!! wooooosh!! i can fly!!”

“jack, stop!!” ethan yells, jack looking down at ethan from his spot. giggling and jumping, “catch dada!! catch!!”

ethan groans as he hurriedly catches jack. nearly falling, the wind being knocked out of him. jack clapping, “again! again! daddy catch me this time--”

“jack! you know better than to run and climb furniture in the house!” mark raises his voice, taking jack from ethan as the smaller male catches his breath, “what if you got hurt?! what if you hurt dada?! what you did was incredibly dangerous, now calm down!”

jack’s bottom lip quivers, on the verge of tears. mark sighing as he hugs him, “we have rules for a reason, jackie. we don’t want you to get hurt and we dont want to get hurt. you need to understand that, okay?”

he sniffles and nods, “i...i...otay, daddy...”

“now what’s got you so hyper? more than usual at least.”

“mark,” ethan coughs, pointing to the coffee pot, still a bit left over, “i think thats it,” he walks over to the green hair male, “poor boy’s just hyper with coffee, arent you?”

jack nods, “i sowwy i hurted you, dada...”

ethan smiles softly, “dont worry about it bud. i think i know a way to help you get all that energy outta ya and keep us from getting hurt.”

mark raises an eyebrow, ethan leaning over and whispering into his ear. mark smiles and nodding, “lets get you in the car, jackie. we’re gonna take a little trip.”

--

jack grows restless in the back seat, tapping on the window, kicking his feet, humming little songs to himself. wanting nothing more than to get to wherever dada and daddy promised to take him to.

he doesnt notice when they stop the car. ethan helping him get out as he and mark hold his hand, walking out to the empty park. the playground a bright blue and white. the red swings swaying in the wind. not a soul in sight but them.

“told you nobody comes here.” ethan tells mark, nudging jack, “go ahead and play, green bean. daddy and dada will be sitting down nearby,” he smiles.

jack barely being able to contain his excitement as he rushes towards the playground. climbing up the monkey bars, wasting no time in playing. swinging from one bar to the next, laughing.

“how’d you know about this park?” mark asks, sitting in next to ethan on the blue bench

“use to come here to think and all that stuff.”

“ah,” mark sighs, “so nobody ever comes here?”

“nope. i’ve known this place for nearly a year and half and have never seen anyone here when im here.” he pulls out his phone, “i give him a good 35 minutes before he crashes the fuck out.”

“i say 20 minutes.” mark laughs, leaning over to kiss ethan’s cheek, “thanks for  helping us find a place for him to play. look at how excited he is!”

“aw, stop it, ya big goof.”

--

jack sleepily walked over to the two after 45 minutes. yawning and plopping down into mark and ethan’s lap.

“wan’ go hooooome,” he whined, “tooooo tiwed ro pwaaaaaay.”

mark picks up jack as ethan starts up the car. their cute little baby boy nodding off the sleep only after 5 minutes of driving. sucking his thumb quietly, all tuckered out, but in a fun way -- thanks to his dada and daddy