#so yeee no decorating just yet

[honestmouse20]

Me, bitching about it being too early for Christmas stuff

Also me, maybe I should listen to Christmas music whike I clean today 👀

[once-upon-an-imagine]

Hello again!

I have another idea for a dialogue if you're still looking for some.

It's for Wolfstar.

So... it's the reader's birthday, and they want to surprise her, they do and she starts to cry because no one has ever done anything like that for her, they start to freak out because of course they don't understand yet, but she explain and it's the sweetest moment 🥰

(This is basically because I haven't celebrated my birthday in years because I have no friends at all, and I need some cute wolfstar cuteness... this was sad... sorry bye 😅)

yeees! this is so precious! 🥰 also, I never celebrate my birthday either, we should celebrate our unbirthdays together 😬 Warnings: none :D pure fluff Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter 😊 gifs aren’t mine 😁

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Happy Birthday

You woke up, stretching your body, hoping to find at least one of your boyfriends next to you, but the bed was completely empty. You frowned your eyebrows a little confused, until you heard them on the other side of the door of the apartment you had been sharing for a few months now.

"Sirius! Would you stop doing that? You're going to burn yourself!"

"But I want to help you!"

You chuckled softly when you heard Sirius whine and you slowly got out of bed. When you stepped outside of your room and into the living room, you could see your two boyfriends arguing in the middle of the kitchen. The entire place was fully decorated, breakfast almost ready for the three of you, balloons filled with helium adorning the ceiling, your favorite music playing, a mountain of presents in the corner, and your favorite flowers in every room of the house, with a trace of petals coming from the doorway where you were standing to your room. Remus and Sirius heard the door being opened and look back to see you standing there, bewildered.

"Happy birthday, love!" they yelled with the biggest smiles on their faces. Both of them with flour, chocolate, pancake batter, and whatever other ingredient you could think of all over their faces.

And the only thing you could do was cry. You didn't mean to. Your eyes started welling up and before you could say anything, tears started streaming down your face.

"Princess?" Sirius asked, freaking out before slapping Remus' arm. "I told you the balloons were too much!"

"Stop it, that's not what this is" Remus rolled his eyes, walking towards you. "Honey, what's wrong?"

"Do you hate the balloons?" Sirius asked, worriedly.

"Enough with the balloons!" Remus glared at him.

"N-no, it's not the b-balloons" you assured them as tears kept falling down your cheeks even if you tried to stop them.

"What's wrong, princess?" Sirius asked as he and Remus grabbed your hand and walked you over to the sofa.

"I'm sorry" you said, wiping away a few tears, only for new ones to come. "N-nothing is wrong" you assured them, grabbing their hands in yours. "It's perfect" you smiled through your tears. "E-everything is perfect, this is just- it's so..." your words got caught up in your throat. "I wasn't expecting you guys to-"

"To what? Remember your birthday? C'mon, love, give us a little credit, we never forget your birthday" Remus chuckled a little.

"No, I know" you laughed a little. "You always remember, even if I've always told you I've never liked my birthday" you told them. "Y-you didn't have to do all this" you said, pointing at everything around you.

"Well, we know we didn't have to, but... we wanted to spoil you today" Sirius said, kissing your cheek. "We know you've never wanted us to make a big fuss about your birthday but... we want to make a big fuss about you" he insisted.

"When I was little... I used to like my birthday" you started explaining. "But when I turned eight, after dinner, my parents sat me down and told me they were breaking up. I thought they were kidding, but then I saw a suitcase out of the corner of my eye. In the hallway. My dad moved out that night. And my mom never really wanted to celebrate my birthday after that" you said with a few tears escaping your eyes. "To be honest, neither did I so... I started spending my birthdays alone after that" you admitted.

"I'm really sorry, sweetheart" Remus said, pulling you closer to him. You have never told them why you didn't like your birthday and they never wanted to push you. "But you're not alone anymore and... if it's okay with you, we would like to celebrate your birthday like you deserve" he said, kissing your temple as Sirius kissed your hand.

"I would really like that" you said, truthfully. You had spent too much time being by yourself and making your birthday a sad day. Sirius and Remus had always made you feel incredibly loved and now you couldn't think of spending your special day any other way. "I love you two so much" you said, giving each one of them a peck on the lips.

"We love you two" the to of them said before peppering your face with kisses.

"I would still get rid of the balloons if you want me to" Sirius said, earning a smack on the head from Remus.

"Stop it, Siri, I love them" you insisted, before you frowned. "Um... is something burning?"

"MY WAFFLES!"

The End

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A/N: hope you loves liked it!

[cyberaxolotl]

sorry for writing about filbeffloofty and their grumplings so much it’s been forever since i’ve written a family dynamic and even more never since i’ve written about little little ones

but

a little something touching on how Skyer is very small

(rather than Remay and Bumble, Skyer and Remay are twins)

(warning, briefly touches on egg miscarrying)

Filbo carried a box of baby blankets and small stuffed toys in a cardboard box, holding it in front of him as he stalked down the hallway. It was a bunch of the remnants of his own childhood, being stuff he’d had since he was a small child, and he felt like it was time to pass them on.

To who? His upcoming grumplings, of course. While it was mostly accidental to have had kids with both of his partners at once, he wasn’t complaining about it, and a couple days ago, they were finally laid. Now, all three of them made the effort to decorate the nursery.

As he turned over the doorway into the pastel colored room, he found a presence that he hadn’t expected. “Floofty?” He asked. They were crouched in the corner over a blanket filled wicker basket, the one that the eggs were placed into once they’d been laid.

They gasped under their breath when they’d been found, turning over their shoulder. “Filbo.” They greeted.

He noticed that they looked less stoic than usual, their expression a little… fragile. “Is… something wrong?” He asked, placing the box on the nearby dresser.

They took a deep breath when he asked that, eyes shut tight. It made him very sure that they had something on their mind. “Remember how, when these two were laid, I was done first?” They asked, glancing back at the basket.

“Yeees?” He remembered that night vividly, having mostly stood on the side and watched. “You’d gotten it over with a few minutes before Beffica, actually. Why?”

“I’d thought that it’d been easier than I expected, especially with Beffica struggling like that. I hadn’t checked before, but now that I have…” They stood up, something cradled in their arms. They turned around. “Tell me you see it.”

“Oh.” Filbo’s eyes widened. There were two eggs in their arms, both swaddled in a blanket as well. One was purple with red spots, and another blue with yellow. The surprise was when, seeing them side by side, he realized how… small the blue one was. At least a fourth of a size smaller than the one next to it.

“It isn’t normal, Filbo. It shouldn’t be that small.” Floofty shook their head, looking a little scared. “I’d consider it a possible size for grumps smaller than us, but we aren’t small in the slightest.”

He wasn’t used to seeing his partner like that. “A-and what does that mean for them?” He asked.

They looked away from him. “At best, they’re just a small grump.” They gulped, taking a stuttering breath. “At worst, they don’t… hatch… alive.”

“Oh. Oh, Floofty…” His expression lowered, looking down at the cradled eggs. “…I’m sorry.” He wasn’t sure what to do.

They didn’t seem sure either. After a long pause, they spoke again. “Well.” They turned around, kneeling again. “At least, either way, you and Beffica will still have one.” The tone started to leave their voice again.

“Hey- don’t say that, please.” He stepped forward. “No matter what, however the kids turn out, all of them will be all of ours; all three of us. We’re raising them together.” He put his paws together, deeply nervous tackling that problem. “And… we don’t know how they’ll turn out yet. They won’t hatch for another few weeks, they’ve only been out a few days, maybe there will be… signs?” Floofty was always the partner who knew more about that stuff than he did, and he was afraid he’d know some detail he didn’t that’d make his attempts at reassurance fall flat.

They stood up, their head still lowered. “I suppose you’re right.” They turned around, adjusting their robe. “We still need to think of names, don’t we?”

His expression lightened as theirs started to get less shaky. “Beff and I were talking about that last night, she said we should talk about it soon!”

“I said we should talk about what soon?”

Filbo jumped as a third voice came from behind him. Beffica stood in the doorway, holding a cup of what the other two could only assume was coffee.

“Naming the grumplings.” Floofty answered, walking up. “You look rather exhausted for three in the afternoon.” They were correct; the raccoon’s hair was barely brushed at all, her ponytail falling out, and her whiskers were pointing downwards.

“Those postpartum medications are-“ She crossed her claw over her neck, sticking her tongue out. “But, if they keep me from snapping, I’ll take tiredness.” Beffica had been having the most problems as a first time mother, mostly emotionally and mentally. She was doing what she could to keep herself in check, but it was clear that it was gonna take her a while to be back to whatever “normal” was. “So, what about naming the grumplings?”

“We were gonna talk about what we should name them!” Filbo said excitedly.

“Oh.” She blinked at him a couple times, out of it. “Oh- right, yeah.” She shook her head a little. “I was thinking, can we name my one Remay?” She proposed.

“Remay?” Floofty tilted their head.

“It was my aunt’s name.” She shrugged.

“I like it!” The deer smiled.

“It is rather cute.” They admitted, turning back to look at the egg basket again. “I think I know… a good enough name for the other one.” They turned back.

“Eh?” Beffica prompted.

“Skyer.” They offered. “Considering they’re going to turn out blue and yellow, perhaps it’ll fit their fur.”

“Like the sky and the sun? Wow!” He smiled greatly. “You two really had ideas for these two!” He looked between them.

“And what were you thinkin’?” She asked him.

“I… wasn’t thinking anything.” He lowered his paws, looking off. “I didn’t have any ideas, hehe.” He chuckled it off.

“Skyer and Remay…” They all turned to the basket. With love, they hoped that those two names could soon join their family.

[dorefasolsido]

26. This is Halloween, everybody make a scene

Are you excited it's October?!

Yeees, oh I'm really feeling the vibes this year. 

Have the leaves started changing yet where you live? 🍁

Hmm, I actually think not yet. Or if they have, it's still very much unnoticeable.

Do you prefer pumpkin spice or apple cinnamon? 🎃🍎

I've never tried pumpkin spice, but apple cinnamon sounds like something I'd love more either way.

Have you worn a sweatshirt yet this fall?

Yup. 

What is the normal temperature range during fall where you live?

Well that really changed in the past few years. It used to be between 10 and 20 degrees Celsius, sometimes a bit above 20, but nowadays it's usually between 20 and 30.

...and where do you live?

Serbia.

At what temperature do you normally start wearing gloves? 🧤

I don't know, when it starts snowing usually. Or sometimes I wear them earlier, but only because I love my fingerless gloves and would literally wear them all the time if I could.

Have you worn a scarf yet this fall? 🧣

I don't usually wear scarves.

What is your favorite leaf color? 🍁

Red.

Is your birthday in the fall, and if so, which month?

Nope, I'm a summer kid.

Will you decorate with pumpkins this year? 🎃

Not with real ones. We don't technically celebrate Halloween, I just do little things to mark it for myself.

Do you have fall allergies? 🤧 🍁

Nope.

What is your favorite type of tree in the fall? 🍁 🍂

I have no idea.

Have you worn a sweater yet this fall?

Nope, not yet.

What's the most frustrating thing that's happened to you recently?

I wanted to buy tickets for this anime symphony thingy because I attended last year and it was so cool. But apparently everyone heard about it this year and all tickets were sold out by the time I checked the website :)))

Are you going to be celebrating Halloween this year? 👻

In my own way. Watch some horror films, attend midnight horror showings hopefully. I wanted to do a Dracula tour to Transylvania for Halloween but decided to put that off for November instead.

...and if so, do you know what you are going to be yet?

I'm not going to wear a costume.

What are three things you hope to accomplish this fall?

Hmm, finish translating the book I started, go to Transylvania, and I don't know what else. I guess just do what I always do.

Do you make bucket lists for each season?

Nope.

...and have you made a fall bucket list?

Nope.

What are three things you are thankful for?

My family (including my cat), my friends, and I guess being able to pursue what I love.

What color pants are you wearing today?

Now I'm wearing black and white striped pajama shorts.

Do you enjoy wearing fall colors?

Not particularly. I love fall fashion though.

What is your favorite fall drink? 🧋

Hot chocolate. Maybe that's more of a winter drink, but that's my favourite either way.

Have you ever had pumpkin spice pancakes? 🥞🎃

Nope.

What is your favorite type of pie to eat on Thanksgiving? 🥧

I don't have Thanksgiving. But aside from that, my favourite is apple pie.

Will you be celebrating Thanksgiving with anyone this year?

Nope.

Have you ever spent Thanksgiving Day alone?

Probably, considering we don't celebrate it.

Do you like to eat turkey? 🦃

Yup.

Would you rather decorate with scarecrows or skeletons?

I think skeletons.

Do you think you will put a mask on a skeleton, scarecrow, or pumpkin this year? 🎃 😷

I won't put on any of those.

Have you ever drank Pumpkin Spice Apple Cider?

Nope.

Do you enjoy drinking chai lattes? ☕️

Yeah, there is one I tried and really liked.

Which name do you like best for a girl: Harvest, Autumn, October, Maple, or Ember?

Maybe Ember or Autumn.

Have you ever met anyone named Apple? 🍎

Nope

Have you ever met anyone named Ember? 💥

Also nope.

Do you enjoy bonfires in the fall? ��🔥

I've never really seen anyone make bonfires in the fall. I guess that must be an American thing?

What color is your favorite zip-up hoodie?

I don't have a zip-up hoodie.

What color is your favorite pullover hoodie?

Black. 

Have you ever walked through a haunted house? 🏚 👻

Yes, and it was fun. I wish it was scarier, though.

Have you ever been on a haunted hayride?

I'm not entirely sure what that is, but sounds like something I'd enjoy.

How close is the nearest cemetery to you? 🪦

It's like five minutes away. You literally just walk down the hill and there it is.

When was the last time you visited a cemetery? 🪦

Last November when I attended my friend's dad's funeral.

What was the last disturbing death you heard about? 🪦

Well, the only thing that comes to mind is what my sister told me on Friday. She had one of her medical classes and they had to inspect a suicide victim's body. Obviously, I don't know the guy and neither does she, but yeah.

Do you believe it is possible to resurrect the dead? 💀

Probably not.

Have you ever done the Thriller dance? 🕺

Nope.

Would you rather dress up as a unicorn or vampire? 🦄 🧛

Vampire. 

....a princess or a zombie? 👸🧟‍♂️

Zombie. 

....a ghost or a scarecrow? 👻 🌾

Ghost.

What is the coolest Halloween costume you think you've ever seen?

I’ve only really seen Halloween costumes online, but nothing comes to mind now.

What is your favorite type of Halloween candy? 🍬

I don't know.

Will you put purple or orange lights up this year?

Neither, but man, I'd love some purple lights.

Do you own a string of pumpkin lights? 🎃

Nope, I'd love that too though.

What is one thing you are looking forward to wearing this fall? 🧣👢

Hoodies, jackets, boots.

Do you own a pair of leopard-print boots? 👢🐆

Nope.

Have you ever been to Canada in the fall? 🇨🇦

I've never been to Canada.

When was the last time you built a blanket fort?

I don't remember, I was a kid when I last built one.

Do you own a dreamcatcher?

Nope.

Are there any fall crafts you plan to complete this year? 🫙🍁

Hmm, I have no plans to make any crafts, but that might come spontaneously.

What is your favorite thing you own that has feathers on it? 🪶

I don't think I have anything with feathers.

Would you rather visit a pumpkin patch or a cider mill? 🎃🍎

Pumpkin patch. 

Do prefer to drink apple cider hot or cold?

Hot.

Would you rather decorate a scary pumpkin or a pretty pumpkin? 🎃

Any pumpkin, tbh.

Which name do you like best for a cat: Pumpkin, Chestnut, Cinnamon, Nutmeg, or October? 🐈

I like October for a cat.

What is your favorite lipstick color to wear in the fall? 💄

I don’t wear lipstick, so I can't tell what's fall-appropriate. 

Do you have red hair? 👩‍🦰

Well, it's purple, but since it washed out a lot, it has this reddish tone to it.

What is one book you would say is a good read for fall? 📕

Pet Sematary. That book really has that Halloween spooky feel for me.

Have you ever gone camping in the fall? ⛺️

Nope, I've never gone camping.

What three things are you most looking forward to this fall?

The Fall of House Usher, horror films, my trip to Transylvania.

What is your biggest fear?

Hmm

What scares you the most about Halloween?

Halloween doesn't scare me, it's fun.

Have you ever been to a Halloween-themed dance? 💃 🎃

Nope.

Have you ever made pumpkin bread? 🍞 🎃

Nope.

When was the last time you ate corn? 🌽

I feel like it was sometime this year, but I'm really not sure.

Do you own a plaid flannel shirt?

Yes.

What color are your favorite boots to wear in the fall? 👢

Black.

Do you own a pair of maple leaf earrings? 🍁

Nope

Have you ever been on a fall retreat?

Nah.

And last but not least, did you enjoy this survey?

Sure, it was fun.

[wheredafandomat]

The Devils Angels 🎸

Chapter 3: I'm floating around in ecstasy

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You quickly whipped your head around, internally cursing yourself as you met Lokis confused yet intrigued expression. He looked at you as if he was waiting for you to speak whilst you swallowed down the nausea from the amount of alcohol you had drank as well as the embarrassment of being caught literally kissing Lokis mirror let alone the regret of turning around so fast. Leaving his eyes, your gaze began to wander down his unclad chest until he cleared his throat, getting your attention again.

“What are you doing?” He asked, slightly furrowing his brows.

“I-Um-I”

“Look, if you’re one of those signature hunters—”

“NO! no, I’m not” you assured, interrupting him.

“Sex?” He queried, putting a hand on one of his hips.

You took note of the movement, honing in on the black nail polish he wore as well as the rings decorating his fingers, some in the shape of snakes.

“Yeees?” He prompted with a small smile.

“I was looking around” you answered nonchalantly.

“Well then, don’t let me stop you” he grinned before making his way towards a small sofa. Sitting down, with his legs spread apart. “Be my guest” he said, gesturing to the room “although, if you are going to stay, be a dear and change the music please.”

“What would you like?” You asked, stepping towards the record player before you had even instructed your feet to do so.

“Hmm, something upbeat” he answered, watching you as you rummaged through the small box of records.

“Queen?” You smiled, showing him the record.

“Yes” he nodded.

You smiled at him once more before changing the current Kiss record for a Queen one, smile widening as you heard don’t stop me now beginning to play. You turned back around to face Loki who had sat up slightly straighter.

“I didn’t get to properly introduce myself earlier on, my name is Loki. And you are?”

“I think you know my name” you snorted, recalling him saying it earlier on. Instead of replying, Loki gestured for you to go closer to him. Like lambs to the slaughter, your legs obeyed as your eyes locked. You stepped towards him, eye contact never failing. Once you were standing in front of him, between his legs, Loki lifted one of your hands, placing a gentle kiss on it, still looking at you.

“We’ll y/n, it’s a pleasure to meet you” he affirmed before releasing your hand.

“You—too” you replied almost breathlessly.

“I see you’ve already seen my dressing table” he laughed, looking at the lipstick stain you had left on the mirror. You felt your face flush as you remembered that mere moments ago he had caught you making out with it.

“Ha, yes” you awkwardly giggled.

“It’s art, truly” he lied, still laughing as he looked back at you “how rude of me, would you care to sit down?” He asked, moving over before tapping the space next to him. Usually the thought of sitting in the dressing room of a random rockstar, drunk and alone next to said rockstar was a big no no but something about Lokis presence felt comforting, safe, plus Natasha was only a yell away. Releasing a breath, you sat down next to him.

“How was the show? Well, after a ruined it” you asked, turning your head to face him.

“It was good, thanks for asking” he replied with a proud grin “even after you ruining it” he teased “how’s the head?”

“Haven’t had any complaints yet” you winked causing Loki to look at you with a bewildered expression before his eyes widened in realisation.

“Y/n, how naughty” he smirked.

“Y/n? You in here?” Natasha whispered, stepping inside before sighting you and Loki “there you are!” She exclaimed “and you’re with Loki, I hope I’m not disturbing.“

“Nat, no, we were just talking” you told her, standing up.

“Feel free to carry on, I’m just letting you know that me, Steve and the rest of the boys are going to the bar opposite here to get drinks if you want to come?”

You turned back towards Loki who gave you a small nod before replying to Nat.

“Sure Nat”

“Great, I’ll tell the others” she beamed before exiting leaving you and Loki alone again.

“I guess I better put a top on” Loki chuckled “feel free to kiss something else whilst I’m not looking.”

“You know me, I’ll just be frenching this wall” you snickered.

A/N: Sorry for the short chapters. Also thanks Nat for the motive 🤣 let’s go grab a drink with Loki and the rockstars

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[sailorhyunjinz]

7:06 pm

Warnings: softdom!Bangchan x fem!reader. SMUT! Blowjob, praise and degradation, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (BE SAAAAFE), orgasm (m/f), explicit language, swearing, mentions of blood, choking, cum (lmao), fluffy chan in the end.

All is consensual!! 

Word count: 889 words~

Requested: Yeee anon! thank u <33

Note: IF YALL REQUEST JUST PLEASE KEEP IN MIND THAT IT TAKES TIME TO WRITE. i cannot make this clearer. 

also the title has nothing to do with the fic i just had no title in mind hahshaha

“My sweet babygirl” Bangchan cooed, his veiny hand gripping a fistful of your hair as your tongue swirled around his crimson tip. Your knees against the cold floor were decorated with red marks and bruises from how long you had been sucking Bangchan off. You pull off to catch your breath, a string of saliva being the only thing that seperates his dick from your pretty swollen lips. 

Gently pulling on your hair you stand up, knees shaking as Bangchan pulls you into a kiss, his hard dick resting against his abdomen. The kiss was heated. Your wet tongues fought for dominance as your breasts pressed up against Bangchan’s well-sculpted chest. His hand roamed around your naked body, exploring the skin he had so many times before. You cupped his sharp jawline and tilted your head slightly as the kiss got sloppier, his lips feeling like the petals of a rose. He smirked into the kiss as he bit your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. The brown eyed boy pulled away, looking at you with adoration in his eyes.

“You are so beautiful, baby” he whispered which earned him a shy gaze from you.

“I want you to m-make me feel...good” you shied away from his intense eye contact to which he smiled. 

“No need to tell me twice” he said softly before pushing you onto the bed and hovering above you. You gulped as you tensed up nervously.

“Shh...baby, it’s ok” he says while stroking your cheek as he alines himself with your wet entrance. His voice is calming, a feeling of safety takes over your mind. Slowly he slips inside of you, stretching out your pretty pink cunt. Your mouth opens at the feeling of being filled by his vast girth, feeling every vein dragging across your velvety walls. A broken moan escape your mouth but you quickly covered your mouth with your warm hands.

“Babygirl, I wanna hear you”, he nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck and starts to kiss the skin around your neck and collarbone. His hand grabs yours as he pushes it away from your mouth. 

“Does my dumb baby want to get fucked?” 

His demeanor changed which sent shivers down your spine. You nodded frantically to which he grinned, looking at you with those brown orbs. His hips bucked against yours gently, not wanting to hurt you. He was biting his lip, holding back the urge to fuck you into the mattress since you looked so ethereal on display for him. Your face had a red tint as you looked up at him, your eyebrows furrowed as the pace got quicker. You snaked your hand at the back of his neck and pulled him down into a kiss in a desperate attempt to silence your whiny moans. 

“Fuck y/n... such a tight baby for me” he said, breaking the kiss temporarily before latching onto your deep red lips yet again. You blush at his explicitness which was the complete opposite from his everyday speech but something about it made you even hornier. The snap of his personality made you swoon and Bangchan knew it by the way you were clenching around his dick everytime lewd words came out between his pink lips. 

“Does my pretty slut like that?” he growled against your lips, feeling his hot breathe against your face as his pace quickened making your legs feel like rubber. You could only moan in response but those moans bordered to high-pitched screams when Bangchan circled your swollen clit, adding to the immense pleasure. 

“Such a pretty bitch”. He lightly wrapped his hand around your bruised throat, his hickies decorating it from earlier. The aggression in his sweet nothings made your looming orgasm approach rapidly, the knot in your core tightening. Bangchan couldn’t hold back, the mixture of your sinful noises and the sound of skin slapping against eachother sending him into overdrive. The bed shook  and so did your boobs, the sensitive buds erected all thanks to Bangchan’s violent thrusting. The knot of nerve endings made the vortex in your stomach sink and as Bangchan’s thrusts became more forceful you feel yourself coming undone beneath him. Your eyes watered and you shut them tightly as you stuttered out your last incomprehensible moans. A loud groan erupted from Bangchan as he pulled out and released his load on your stomach. The white ribbons of hot liquid melted together with your sweaty body, chest heaving as the knot in your stomach exploded, filling you with a pleasant feeling. 

Bangchan layed down beside you, wiping a bead of sweat off his forehead as he breathed heavily, looking up at the ceiling before turning his head towards you. You felt him observing your flush face and so you faced him. 

“I’m sorry” he snuggled closer to your naked body, the cum on your stomach hardening. 

“For what?” you said confused as your heart got fuzzy from the way he held you close in his arms.

“For being mean and hurting you” he mumbled in shame, looking up at with glossy eyes.

“Baby, you didn’t do anything wrong!” you exclaimed as you stroke his fluffy locks. He smiled at your response and hugged you tighter. 

“Come on princess, i’ll carry you to the shower” he tilted his head cutely and smiled. 

[daydream-believin]

styrofoam cup give me strength

summary: you’ve not had a valentine’s date since way back when it was invented in the 14th century. you’re still bitter. and douxie asking you to come over to help him with his date is not making it better

warnings: swearing, alcohol

word count: idk i’m on mobile it’s not too long i don’t think

a/n: i wrote this while groggy. lol i just wanted something out this week. 1/3 valentines fics done. bone apple teeth yall

- it’s feb 14, valentine’s day, and you are once again spending it alone

- you thought for sure moving to a new town would help you better your chances at a successful love life

- but alas you have been in arcadia oaks for two years now and you are still without a valentines date

- you cursed this wretched holiday, always mocking you in your singleness

- it was stupid, and commercial, and made up anyway

- that didn’t stop you from looking spiffy tho

- look, the stupid lovey dovey couples that come in the restaurant tip way better when you’re dressed on theme

- it was just smart okay,,

- ngl you kinda felt like spongebob when pearl took over the krusty krab

- but that’s okay :D

- and all those cheeseball couples you served were just oh so cute, didn’t make you want to cry at all

- or at least go lie in a ditch, contemplating your life choices

- it’s okayyy :D :D

- stars, as soon as your shift is over you’re hitting up the bar across the way from your place

- time to drown out them sorrows am i right??

- actually, now that you think about it, your friend douxie asked you if you could make a quick swing by his place before you began drinking yourself into oblivion

- fuck, how did you forget that

- ah, well, you didn’t know what he wanted, but you were sure it wouldn’t take long

- you never asked, cause the answer might have hurt, but you were sure he had someone to hold tonight, a lucky, lucky valentines date. probably that pink haired chick he hangs with, or maybe that guy in his band? either way, he wouldn’t have much time for you

- he probably just wants you to run an errand for him or help him set something up

- and that was okay too :D

- life was dandy

- your shift ended, and you know that you promised douxie you’d be over asap, but tbh you were way too sober to go help your crush set up his romantic gestures meant for someone else. before leaving work, you poured some wine into a to-go cup with a bendy straw for your trip

- don’t judge

- you knocked on douxie’s door, before just walking right in without waiting for an answer

- look he gave you a key did he expect you not to use it

- anyhoo, you were right

- this place was all ready to go for a romantic evening

- candlelight, fancy tablecloth and place settings, red roses in the vase, soft music playing, rose petals on the ground? leading form the door?

- you furrowed your brows, and then rolled your eyes. yeesh. he was going all out apparently. you wouldn’t put it past him to be wearing a suit or something. wait, does douxie even own a suit? you went to go throw away the empty to-go cup, expecting doux to be in the kitchen, but he wasn’t there

- where was he

- you called out “DOUX! IM HERE!”

- you heard a shuffle from one of the other rooms, and a door swing open

- “wait, where are you, love?”

- “kitchen!”

- douxie appeared behind you. hmm, he wasn’t in a suit, but he was wearing a tie. how strange. a black tie on a slightly different shade of black shirt with some slightly different black slacks and, you guessed it, yet another shade of black shoes

- walk walk fashion baby

- “aww, you didn’t follow the petal path?”

- the confusion spread across your face “...no?”

- “okay,” he pressed his hands together, “could you go back outside and pretend to come in for the first time, and actually follow the petals?”

- “... come again, camelot?”

- “ah, you know what, fine.” he scooped you up, carrying you to the table

- “doux what the fuck,,”

- he put your feet back on the ground in front of the elegantly decorated table and pulled out the chair with a flourish, inviting you to sit

- you blinked. what. wh- why? wasn’t this set up for his date? why was he motioning for you to join hi-? ohhh. ohhh

- OH

- FUCK

- you quickly pulled your escaping soul back into your body and sat down in that chair. mr casperan, eligible bachelor of the evening pushed your chair and and took his own seat across from you, leaning with his head in one of his hands, like a cool cat

- you were.. still in shock to say the least

- you think douxie just didn’t like the quietness cause the next thing that came out of his oh so suave mouth was-

- “so, you come here often?” accompanied by eyebrow waggling

- “... to your house?” you cracked a smile, “yeah, yeah i guess i do.”

- douxie laughed, “sorry, i was just trying to lighten up the mood a little,” he poured you a real glass of wine that was not a bendy straw to-go cup, “you’ve been so down lately, i thought you could use some cheering up.”

- “that’s sweet, douxie. i love you.”

- fuuuuuccccckkkkk

- oh my stars, i mean you two say ‘i love you’ all the time, but, but, this was a date right, it means something else now, you can’t just say that

- wait, or was this a date? what he just said kinda made it sound like this was a one time platonic cheer-up-my-friend date and not a date-date

- okay okay uhhh

- “so like, what’d you want me to help you with?” douxie blinked.

- “y/n?”

- “ i mean this is nice and all but we should probably get a move on before your s/o arrives, don’t want to ruin the surprise.”

- “y/n-“

- you made a motion like you were about to stand. douxie quickly grabbed your hand before that could happen, pulling you back into your seat. “Y/N,” that got your attention, “I- this is for you, you’re my date, i don’t have a s/o... i-“ douxie looked the floor to gather some courage. there was a scratch mark in the cheap wood where archie’s dragon claws had skidded accidentally. he’d have to fix that. after he fixed this. “i, was hoping,,” douxie rubbed the back of his neck nervously, “that after tonight,, you, would be my significant other?”

- he said that last part so nervously, and posed like a question. a question you had to answer. damn

- “i- yeeEs”

- “oh, okay then, y- yes.” douxie took rather long sip from his wineglass. he set it back down with a start “it’s settled then.”

- “settled?”

- “settled”

- “- yeah”

- douxie stood up, his chair making a loud sound scraping against the hardwood. “OKAY,” he clapped his hands together, “let’s start dinner, shall we?”

- “we shall.” you raised your glass to show excitement. mordrax’s bloody miracles this was awkward. and yet somehow the best thing that could have happened. not the worst case scenario but the best case one. you could be crying and lying on the cold dirt outside a bar right now so

- if awkward is coming with not being heartbroken, being on a valentines date for the first time since the stupid fucking holiday was invented seven centuries ago, fuck you st valentine, and your crush actually reciprocating you feelings and-

- wait hold the fuck up

- douxie reciprocated. he actually likes you. he invited you to this date. he asked you to be his s/o. what the fuck

- douxie came back from the kitchen, plates in his hands. as he set yours in front of you, you just couldn’t help but asking a burning question,

- “how, how long,”

- douxie furrowed his brows, “how long what? the dinner didn’t take lo-“

- “how long have you, i dunno, ah, liked me?”

- douxie looked sheepish, pointing his fingers together, “oh, i don’t know, maybe,, since we met?”

- you let out a defeated sigh. “by merlin, me too, we’re so fucking stupid-“ you wheezed. you couldn’t even finish the thought from how hard you were laughing

- and let’s be real, if you weren’t laughing right now you would be crying

- douxie was laughing too, for the same reason

- and now you two were sitting at this table, laughing like madmen

- it was gonna be a long night

- but, you know what? that was okay

- maybe you’d get a little kiss or two at the nights end

- spoiler: you did

[loudlyunladylike]

merry christmas eve loudly! what's your favorite holiday tradition?

SHWOOPSIE!! A very merry christmas eve to you too!!! I hope you're having a lovely day you're lovely <3

Hmmm, It's funny because I have literally been asking everyone around me what their holiday traditions are like all month and I'm trying to think of what mine are and I sure do have them I just feel like they aren't that interesting aha.

Um but I like how our family's Christmas day is actually very chill, there aren't too many preset things at exact times or extra people (we do stuff with wider family a few days later which is fun but a lot more chaotic) we just chill and open some presents, watch some tv, have some food, it's very cute. Both of my parents are also pagan so on the 21st we listen to the winter solstice story and we light a yule log which is cool!

The most peak tradition things in my household tend to come from decoration kinda things now that I think about it, like at the start of the month we all go to this local farm shop and look at a bunch of trees for like half an hour yet we still always seem to pick the first one (we've started placing bets on it), and like we have some particular ornaments which have to be hung at certain sections of the tree or hung by certain people which is fun! Yeee! But yeah I find those fun and cute and nice :]

Do any of y'all have funky lil traditions? As I said, I have literally been asking people all month pfft

[thedoublebunny]

What A Fu*king Night

What A Fu*king Night (JK FF/BTS)

 Paring: Jungkook x Reader (Kat)

Genre: Dating/ Smut/ Fluff/

Words: 6,868

Rating: 17+

Summery: It is Prom Night, and you are out searching for your boyfriend, Jungkook. The entire night is filled with drama and tea, so feel free to come and spill it.

Warnings: Sexual intercourse takes place. Language. Mentioning of alcohol. Sexual harassment. Fights.

Disclaimer: This is my first ever Tumblr fanfic I have ever written. I got inspiration for this from a dream and I plan to take every dream I have and turn it into ff. Everything that happens in this story is not all from the dream, obviously I took the key points and added a lot of details. Also, like I said, this is made up from a dream so none of the characters have participated in any of these events (Just putting it out there). And only the female character’s along with Jonah is my own creation. I do not own BTS. Enjoy!

  She smoothed out her dress before looking over at her best friend in the darkened vehicle. Her light baby blue dress made from silk traveling down to her ankles illuminated the darkness. Where Kat’s pitch black tight one only made it a little above the knees. The sleeves hugging her arms comfortably as they snaked down to her wrists. They both had quite revealing items suggesting both their chests were half on display, but they both knew that it was meant for only one person. Well, a different person for each.

The limo they rented came to a halt just outside the entrance, where it revealed a beautiful velvet red carpet scrolled out on the floor leading towards a beautifully decorated archway.

Kat smiled, already picturing what tonight would have in store for them. “We’re a bit early.” Tyler said beside her. “That’s alright, gives us more time to spend with everyone.” Kat smirked over her shoulder at her best friend.

They got out the vehicle and stood side by side, Tyler’s hair was braided back in a stunning French plait. Whilst Kat’s hair was loose, draping over her shoulders with its recently dyed color.

People who were waiting outside began to gape at the two girls. One blonde, one brunette. No one would think otherwise as they were the duo since kindergarten.

Linking arms with smiles plastered on both their faces, they strid towards the entrance. Pretty white flowers caressed an archway along with vines snaking up the sides.

The bouncer smiled at them both. “Evening ladies. Names?” He held up a clipboard.

“Kat Raymond and Tyler Rhooney.” Kat said.

“Alright, and who are your dates tonight, ladies?” He smirked this time.

Tyler rolled her eyes. “Jeon Jungkook and Kim Taehyung.”

The bouncer’s smirk faltered a little as he ticked off both their names. “Ah, they are already inside, go on ahead.” He gestured.

They both stepped through the archway, Tyler being attacked by a rogue vine in the process before gaping at the interior.

It was huge. Of course, their school had to be over dramatic with renting an entire stadium because the school’s gym was too basic.

They both started walking, taking in every detail. From the various tents scattered around the field to the dance floor set up in the middle of it. To the huge disco lights surrounding the entire place.

Tyler glanced up at the open sky. “God, lets pray it doesn’t rain.”

Kat nudged her as if to say, “don’t jinx it”.

Just as they were about to go off to find anyone they knew, someone was jogging up to them looking heavily out of breath.

“Is that Tae?”

“I think that’s Tae.”

“Is he wearing a bandana?”

“Oh God.”

He halted in front of them, bending over trying to catch his breath. “Hey guys.”

“Hey, babe.” Tyler put a hand on his arm. “Is everything okay?”

“Where’s Jay?” Kat asked, looking around.

“That’s the question, isn’t it?” Tae gasped.

“Huh?” Tyler patted him on the back.

“I can’t find him.” He coughed.

“What? But didn’t you guys arrive together?” Kat asked.

“Actually no. He left early because someone called him to come help with the lights.” He was still wheezing.

“And what’s that?” Kat pointed at the hanger holding up some black fabric.

“His tux.”

Tyler snorted. Kat gaped. “He didn’t…”

“He did. Left without changing. So, me being the good friend that I am, brought it for him to change, but now I can’t find the dumbass.”

Kat placed her hand upon her temple. “Of course he forgot. Okay, Tae, we will help you look for him.”

“Thanks. But can you find him quick? These pants are starting to chafe.” He said, doing semi lunges where he stood, showing true discomfort upon his face.

Tyler bit her lip, trying not to laugh.

“We’ll try.” Kat said, trying not to look over the man’s area.

“Okay, I’m gonna’ check the food court again.” And then he was off, running in such a way that suggested what was going on down under.

They both looked at each other, a small bit of pity in their eyes.

“Okay, I think we should split up. You check the dance floor, and I’ll check the tables over there.” Kat eyes a group of tables where a bunch of people hung out at.

Tyler nodded and set off, picking up her dress in the process.

Kat ventured over to the tables, already scanning each of them. She knew he wouldn’t be here, but it didn’t hurt just looking.

“Hey, Kat!” Someone from one of the tables called her. She snapped her head in the direction and saw Brian with his group. She walked over.

“Hey Brian.” She stopped at the end of the table.

“Looking for something?” He asked her with the creepiest set of hungry eyes she could imagine.

“More like someone. Have you seen Jay?” She asked, folding her arms over her chest, since that was where his eyes were lurking.

“Sadly, no. But you are more than welcome to hang out with us.” He smirked again. The rest of the group snickering.

Kat grimaced. “I’ll pass, thanks.” She turned around and strode off, hearing a few whistles and cheering coming from behind.

Idiots.

She decided to go find the rest of the guys, hoping they might have seen him. They were all chilling in the bleachers. But before she could reach them, someone grabbed her hand.

“Kat! You’re here!” Danny Reebro greeted her with a bright smile.

“Hey Danny! Nice dress!” Kat gestured to her maroon colored dress which flowed out in silk.

She smiled down at it. “Thanks, Jin picked it out.” Her cheeks turned a light shade of pink. “So, you gonna join us over by the bleachers?”

Kat shook her head. “Unfortunately, not yet. I can’t find Jay.” She scanned the area around them.

“Oh, I know where he is.”

Kat whipped her head back around. “You do? Where?”

“Follow me.” Danny grabbed her wrist and pulled her across the field to one of the tents. “He’s been in the VIP tent fixing the lights since 3pm. You have a dedicated one.” She smirked over her shoulder at Kat, which blushed in response. She did indeed.

They reached the tent and Kat peeked inside. There he was, standing on top the stage before a big turntable covered in wires and such. He looked extremely focused which made Kat a little uneasy on the knees. Something turning in her stomach as she admired crease on his face. Damn he looked hot.

“Come find us when you’re done, okay?” Danny squeezed her hand before disappearing.

Kat simply stood by the entrance, leaning on one of the light stands, arms folded. She waited for him to notice her. He was still in his black hoodie and jeans, hair a mess from running his hand through it too much. He does that when he’s concentrating.

He seemed to be talking to some guy next to him, wearing a beanie and sweats. Scratching his beard as he looked over Jay’s shoulder at what he was doing.

Jungkook seemed to have fixed something, because he looked up in triumph as he made a fist in the air, smiling. Kat chuckled.

He leaned against the table and looked around the tent, his eyes finally landing on her. He stopped dead.

She raised an eyebrow and smirked up at him. He seemed to have gone limp as he dropped his hands from the table to his sides and gaped at her, mouthing the word wow.

She chuckled as he jumped off the stage and jogged over to her, doing a little dance halfway. She laughed even more as she covered her mouth with her hand, shaking her head. “You are such a moron.”

He smiled at her as he filled the rest of the gap between them. “And you are a stunning piece of artwork.” He emphasized on the word stunning as he wrapped his arms around her.

She pulled him in, smelling his cologne he always wears. Even though he wasn’t wearing a suit, he still looked really good. She just wanted to trace her hand through his hair.

He pulled away and stepped back, observing her. Both hands together on his lips. ”Wow.” Was all he said. “Wow, wow, wow.”

Kat chuckled, rolling her eyes. “Ok I get it.”

“Do you though? Do you get the fact that you look so good right now?” He looked her up and down multiple times, her glaring at him. “You’re my girlfriend?”

Kat scoffed and playfully punched his shoulder. “And what is that supposed to mean?”

He chuckled, defending himself. “I’m just asking to make absolute sure that you, this beautiful woman standing in front of me with this beautiful, seductive dress is my girlfriend.”

“Yes.” Kat stared at him.

“You belong to me?” His face brightened with every word.

“Yeees, now can we stop with this? You are making feel a little called out over here.”

“Ok, I’m sorry.” He chuckled as he embraced her again, his head in the nape of her neck. “You smell really good too.”

“Mmmm, it’s the one you got me for my birthday.”

“Really?” He pulled back, eyeing her.

“Yes, the vanilla one.”

“Why do I not remember that?” He interlaced their fingers together.

“My birthday was last week.” She gaped at him.

He scrunched up his face, thinking. “Nooo, I don’t think that was me.”

Kat figured he was teasing and poked his stomach, causing him to chuckle. “So, are you done here?” She gestured to the stage.

He glanced over his shoulder. “Ummm, almost. Just got one last light to connect and then I am all yours.” He smirked as he leaned in, planting a soft kiss on her cheek.

Kat sighed. “Ok, then make it quick.”

He winked at her before rushing off to the stage again. Kat found an empty seat in the corner of the tent and sat there patiently.

……………………

Jungkook analyzed the table filled with wires. “Why does everything have to be so fucking chaotic?” He said to himself as he tried to find the last wire.

Jonah, the guy who was lending this entire set with the lights, walked over. “So, who’s the pretty lady over there?”

Jungkook glanced up at him and found his eyes on Kat, sitting in the corner. “That’s my girlfriend.” He stated simply, going back to the wires.

“You fucked her yet?”

Jungkook whipped his head up at him. “Excuse me?”

“Oh, come on. You can not tell me that you got someone as hot as her as a girlfriend, and you haven’t banged her yet?” Jonah took a cigarette out of his pocket and placed it in his mouth.

“I would appreciate it if you continued with your job.” Jungkook’s voiced rasped. He was angry. This man was probably forty, no, fifty and he was talking that kind of shit about his girlfriend?

“Oh, come on, pal. Lighten up. Isn’t that what you school kids do these days? To see who’s the first one to get laid?”

Jungkook was awfully close to shoving him off the stage. “Sir, can I ask you not get too personal with the questions?” He felt his grip tightening on the wires.

Jonah scoffed. “Alright, fine.” He leaned against the table. “All I’m saying is if I had a woman like her, I would have done her already.” He lit his cigarette.

Jungkook’s lips tightened as he looked up, scoffed once, before hurtling towards the man. One punch and he was on the floor, a cracking sound filled the entire tent.

“Jungkook!” Kat’s voice called out in the distance.

He just stared down at the man, grabbing his nose which seemed to be bleeding. “You fucking prick!” He spat up at him.

Jungkook grimaced down at him. “Keep talking shit like that and your nose won’t be the only thing that’s broken.”

He felt a hand on his arm as Kat gasped at the man’s bloody nose. “Jay.”

“You’ll regret that.” Jonah groaned.

Jungkook scoffed. “And what? You gonna attack me? Last time I checked it isn’t me falling to the ground after just one punch.”

“Jay.” Kat tugged on his sleeve.

He looked at her and took her hand. Glancing one last time at the groaning man on the floor. He flipped him off before leaving the tent.

………..

“Let me look at your hand.” Kat said as she attempted to grab his right hand.

He jerked it away. “No, it’s fine, I’m okay.”

Kat glared at him. “No, you aren’t. Let me see it.” She tried grabbing again but he dodged and slid around her to her other side.

“I’m alright, I promise.” He lied once again.

“Jay, stop being an ignorant ass and give me your hand.” She stretched her hand out again.

Jungkook dodged her again and began jogging backwards. “You can’t touch me if I’m running away from you.”

Kat glared at him, shaking her head. “Crackhead.”

Jungkook began laughing until he felt a pair of hands grab him from behind. He swung around and through a punch. Thankfully, the person ducked.

“Are you fucking insane?!” Tae cried, as he knelt on the ground, hands over his head.

Jungkook stared down at his friend. “Oh, sorry, buddy.” He held out his hand for him to take, but he got up by himself, straightening his jacket.

“I could have died.” Tae exaggerated.

“It would have knocked you over, tops.” Jungkook said.

“Coming from you? I would have been punched into my grave.” Tae grimaced at his friend.

“Funny you say that.” Kat eyes Jungkook from the side who immediately looked away.

Tae glared at him. “Who did you kill?”

Jungkook scoffed. “No one.” He shrugged. “Some guy kept gawking at Kat, so I gave him something else to gawk at.”

“You mooned him?” Tae’s eyes went big.

“What? No, I punched him in the- you know what, never mind.” Jungkook rolled his eyes over to the item his friend carried. “What’s that?”

Tae’s eyes went even bigger, glaring him down. “Your. Suit.” He strained.

Jungkook raised his eyebrows. “Ohhhhh, right.” He glanced down at his hoodie. “Shit.”

Tae nodded a bit too fast. “Yes. I have been running around trying to find you for the past 2 hours, man!”

Kat noticed his bandana was drenched in sweat and his suit was ruffled in some places.

“I was in the tent the entire time.” Jungkook pointed over his shoulder to the big tent.

Tae looked over at the tent. “Tents…” He looked like he was going to pass out. “Why didn’t I check the tents?”

Kat squeezed her lips together, trying not to laugh. “Hey, you know what, why don’t you take him to get changed and we will meet you by the bleachers?” Kat nudged him next to Jungkook.

“Ok, don’t miss me too much.” Jungkook smirked as he leaned down and planted a soft kiss on her lips.

“Agh.” Tae groaned. “Can you too stop kanoodling?” Tae gagged.

They both glanced at the man. “Like you don’t kanoodle with Tyler?” Jungkook asked and Kat snorted.

Tae scoffed. “Of course not.”

Both Jungkook and Kat stared him down.

He bit his lip. “I’m leaving.” He began walking towards the changing rooms.

Jungkook chuckled and planted another quick kiss on her cheek before catching up to his friend. “Hey wait up man, don’t be so emotional.

……………..

She found her friends still chilling in the bleachers and strode over to them. Danny noticed her first. “Hey! Where’s Jungkook?”

“Changing.” She glanced to where Tyler sat next to Yoongi and Iris. “Tae found him.”

Tyler shook her head. “Let me guess, he was in plain sight?”

Kat didn’t even have to say a word as she gave her friend a look.

“I swear, I want to believe that that man is intelligent.” She shook her head.

Kat chuckled as she folded her arms, looking up at all of them. Yoongi and Iris were sitting together, they were each other’s dates. Jin and Danny were snuggling in the first line. Olivia and Hobi were chatting a few seats next to Yoongi. But she noticed that Jimin and Blue were not there.

Until she caught a glimpse of green rounding the corner from the bathrooms and strode over to them, hand in hand.

“Hey, Kat.” Jimin smiled at her.

“Hey, guys. Out for a little stroll?” She winked at Blue who rolled her eyes.

“Shut the fuck up, Kat.” Blue joked.

Kat snickered as she eyed Jimin. His face was turning red. His ears? Even redder.

They both grabbed a seat next to Emma who sat alone on the top level.

“Hey, Emma. I love your dress.” Kat called up to the bored girl, who smiled in response.

She looked rather down, and Kat knew exactly why. She walked over to Danny and bent down to whisper. “Where the hell is Joon?”

Danny gave her a sad look. “I don’t know. He’s an hour late.”

Kat glanced up at the raven-haired girl again. “Well, he better be here soon. She looks like she might just leave.”

“Maybe she should.” A harsh voice came from behind Kat.

She turned around and found Beatrice. Long red hair matching her short red dress. Painted red lips to go with it. Her overly whitened teeth beaming at them.

“You know, since coming to prom alone is the worst thing ever.” She smirked up at Emma, who gave her a vulgar gesture in return.

“Hey, Bea. Shouldn’t you be tide up dangling above the dancefloor? They said they needed a disco ball, and I thought you offered up since your teeth can lighten up the darkest of rooms.” Kat gave her a sweet smile.

“Funny. Where’s Jungkook? Did he ditch you again?” She glanced around as if to try and catch him.

“You know what, Bea?”

“Again?” Jin chimed.

“This was just supposed to be our little groups fun night, and you’re kind of ruining it.” Tyler said.

Beatrice smiled. “Pity. I wanted to come say hi to all the girls.” She stated. “And boys.” She smirked at Jimin who looked a little uncomfortable.

“Well, that sucks cause we weren’t planning to say hi to the bitch queen tonight, so, yeah, it’s a pity.” Kat pouted.

Beatrice, glared at her, before returning her eyes to Emma. “You must be feeling really lonely up there. Looking down at all the couples. Why, oh why did no one ask you?” Beatrice asked in that gut wrenching sweet voice of hers. “Where is your prince, dear little Emma?”

“Behind you.”

Beatrice whipped around and slowly looked up. The rest of the group were smiling like idiots. Emma looking a little confused.

“Really?” Beatrice asked, smiling sweetly at Joon.

“Yes. Now if you don’t mind, you are kind of blocking my path.” Joon smiled sweetly at her in return.

She replaced her smile with a cold stare, as she slowly stepped aside.

He was holding a bouquet of flowers as he walked over next to Kat. His eyes were fixed on Emma’s. “Emma, can you come down from there, please?” He asked.

She scoffed as she slowly got up and lazily walked down the stairs. “What the fuck is this, Joon?” She tried her best to hide her smile as she walked up to him.

“Listen, I know it took forever. I’m sorry, I had a lot of work to do, and I had to help a friend out and then my mom wanted me to- “

Yoongi cleared his throat, cutting him off.

Joon smiled sheepishly and shook his head. “Never mind. It doesn’t matter. What matters is that I didn’t ask you when I really wanted to. I left you alone when I shouldn’t have. I have gave you too much hope thinking that I was going to-“

“Ok, ok, Joon? The point?” Emma chuckled.

He shook his head again, shutting his eyes in embarrassment. “My point is that I am here now. And I am asking you if you would be my date to the prom?”

He held out the flowers as he looked her in the eyes.

She pursed her lips, trying not to smile as she took the flowers and tilted her head to the side. “You know, this is the most Namjooney thing you could have possibly pulled.”

Everyone chuckled at her statement as Joon scratched his neck. “Yeah, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. You succeeded in the end.” She said.

He smiled brighter as she laced her fingers with his.

Sniffing came from Danny and Jin. “Oh my god, Joon. Who knew you were such a romantic?” Jin sniffed again before fake blowing into an invisible tissue. Danny dabbing his fake tears with his tie.

………………….

Jungkook finally got dressed after too many attempts at his tie.

“Which loop goes where?”

“I think it goes this way.”

“Wait no that doesn’t seem right.”

“Are even supposed to have loops?”

“I thought you knew how to do a tie!”

“My mom did mine now stop yelling at me!”

“This is fucking pointless.”

“Want to go without it?”

“No, I promised Kat I’d wear a tie.”

“Why the fuck did you promise?”

“I don’t know, dude!”

“Well, that was fucking stupid! We all know we don’t make promises that would end in us humiliating ourselves in the end!”

“Why didn’t you fucking tell me that before?!”

“Do I look like an Advisor to you?!”

But after quite a few attempts, they were able to do it. Jungkook looked himself in the changing room mirror.

“This tie looks fucked up.”

Tae put a hand on his back, guiding him outside. “Well, at least you have one, now let’s go.”

They rushed outside and noticed that it was already dark.

“Shit, how long did we take?” Jungkook checked his watch.

Tae smacked his arm away. “Doesn’t matter, you are dressed, now let’s find out girls.” The walked off toward the bleachers.

Then halted, as they noticed the back of a girl near the edge of the field, sobbing.

“Pick up, pick up!” You stupid piece of shit!” She was yelling at her phone.

Tae and Jungkook eyed each other. Tae immediately shaking his head. “That’s Beatrice, dude.”

“Yeah, I know but-“

“No buts. Let’s just go.” He grabbed his hand and began pulling.

Jungkook stood his ground. “Something could be wrong.”

Tae glanced at her again. She was shaking and sniffing and looking as if she would break down. “She looks fine.” He started pulling his friend again. But Jungkook released his grasp.

He slowly walked toward her, going through what he was going to say in his head. He got arm’s length before lightly tapping her on her shoulder. “Hey, is everything okay?”

She looked up at him and continued to sob. “My date stood me up.” She whaled.

He looked over at Tae who gave him the look and told him to leave. He shook his head.

“Um, well, I’m sorry.” Jungkook felt extremely awkward as he just stood there next to her, watching her cry.

Tae gestured for him to walk away, but he didn’t listen. So, Tae breathed out in annoyance as he strode over. “Hi, Beatrice. I’m sorry you had such a dickhead for a date. Enjoy your night.” He grabbed Jungkook’s arm and pulled.

“Wait!” She called out, causing them both to stop. “You wouldn’t want me to feel alone, would you? On prom night?”

They both exchanged a look. Tae had so many words in his eyes, but Jungkook walked over again.

“I mean, you could join us if you want?” He could feel the daggers Tae was throwing at the back of his head. “Or maybe danc- “

“I’d love to dance.” She said before grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the dance floor in the middle of the field. Maybe he should have listened to his friend.

…………………

“Here’s one, Thor, Iron Man, Spiderman.” Blue slurred. Apparently, she had snuck some tequila into her water bottle.

Jin cleared his throat. “This one’s easy. Kiss Ironman, Fuck Thor and Marry Spiderman.”

Everyone gasped.

“What!?”

“No way!”

“What do you mean No way? Thor is Thor!” Jin defended.

“Fuck Spiderman, hands down!” Emma called out.

“100%”

“What?!” Jin protested. “Why?!”

“Because he’s hot!” Olivia bellowed.

“And who knows what else he can do with those webs slingers.” Blue winked at him.

Jin looked slightly impressed. “I mean, I see your point.”

Kat almost died of laughter until she noticed Tae running up to them, looking rather nervous.

“Hey, Tae. Where’s Jay?” Kat asked.

He halted and plastered on a smile. “Oh, Jay? Oh right! Yeah, where….where is he…” He licked his lips, preparing for what he was about to say.

“Tae.”

“Beatrice got him.” He blurted out.

Kat’s eyes bulged. “The bitch did what?!”

He held up his hands. “Nothing serious, she just dragged him to the dance floor and will not let go of him.”

Kat felt her blood begin to boil. She didn’t say a word as she marched off towards the middle of the field. The others close behind her.

“Oh, shit. Jimin, get up! We can’t miss this!” Blue shoved him off the seat. Having them both almost roll down the stairs in the process.

Kat scanned the dancefloor for them, and immediately found the red splotch right in the middle of it. She huffed as she walked faster, her heels keeping her from sprinting.

……………………….

Jungkook looked like he was in pain. He really regrets walking up to her, now he knows that it was just a big scheme. Well played, Bea. Well Played.

She was holding onto him too tightly as if he would run away. Which was exactly what he wanted to do right now.

He glanced around, hoping to find Tae, or any kind of help. But instead found the angry eyes of Kat marching towards them. She didn’t look happy.

“Oh, shit.” He said out loud. Causing Beatrice to look up to where he was looking, and smirked.

…………………………

Kat was ready to smack a bitch. She neared the floor and caught the eyes of her boyfriend, they were asking for help.

She then met the eyes of the bitch herself, as she smirked at her.

Don’t you dare.

Oh, she dared.

Kat halted as Beatrice grabbed his head and pulled it down to hers, crashing her lips on his.

“Oh shit!” She heard Jin chime.”

“Bitch!” Tyler bellowed, which caused heads to turn.

Kat was ready. She began marching again, straight towards them like a fucking bullet, as she watched Jungkook immediately pull his head back. “Woah! What the hell!?” He said to the Beatrice.

Beatrice just simply smirked up at him and then to Kat, who was walking across the dancefloor now. “Come to join our little party?” She called over the music.

Kat stayed silent, still marching.

“Angry are you? What are you gonna’ do? Attack m-“

SMACK!

Beatrice lost her balance, almost falling to the ground as he she held her cheek, mouth agape.

“Don’t you fucking touch him.” Kat said, a little too calmly.

Jungkook just stared at her in pure amazement.

“Oh, she is so winning Prom Queen.” Blue said, Jimin nudging her to be quiet.

Beatrice started to breath harder, tears filling her eyes. “Don’t you dare put a hand on me.” She growled.

Kat raised an eyebrow. “So, we’ve come to an agreement?”

Beatrice gave her a cold stare, then to Jungkook, then to the rest of her friends, before straightening up, removing her hand from her cheek, and simply walked off the dancefloor.

They both kept eye contact, until she was the one who turned away first.

Kat felt a hand on her shoulder. A light whistle sounded by her ear. “Damn. Who knew I wasn’t the only one who could physically disable someone?”

She smiled lightly before looking up to him. “Another reason why we are perfect for each other.” He smirked down at her.

“Amen!” Tyler called out.

Jungkook pulled her in for a hug. “You okay?”

She breathed out, pulling away. “Yeah, I’m okay. You?”

He bit his lip. “Not gonna lie.” He looked her in the eyes. “I’m a little turned on.”

She snorted before nudging him. “After we have a dance.” She promised. He smiled and kissed her.

……………………..

The rest of the night was pretty good. They played some good music which had everyone showing off their best moves. Especially Jin, who proceeded to do some sort of dance he made up himself. “Come on guys! Everyone is doing it these days.”

“Where did I find you?” Danny asked, shaking her head.

There came a time where the boys huddled together and danced and joked around whilst the girls made their own circle and laughed as Blue attempted to twerk.

Everything was great. Jungkook kept catching her eye and winking at her, reminding her about her promise. She would simply smirk back and continue dancing.

It was a great way to end their prom night, until a pair of hands found their way up Kat’s dress.

She whipped her head around and found the person smiling at her. His beard looking a little too scratchy. It was the guy from the tent that Jungkook punched.

“Can I help you?” She furrowed her brows at him.

He raised his. “Oh certainly.” He smirked. “Wanna dance?” He placed his hand on her hip.

“Um, no thank you.” She stepped to the side.

“Aw, come on. Why don’t you play with me like you play with your little boyfriend over there, huh?” He again attempted to put his hand up her dress.

Bad idea.

Kat grabbed his arm and twisted it, causing him to howl in pain. Everyone’s attention was on them now.

“I said no thanks.” Kat said again.

Jungkook saw what was happening and his mind flipped. “Shit.” He stomped over to them.

“I see you like it rough, huh?” The man joked.

Kat grimaced in disgust and kicked his knee, causing him to fall to the ground. All that time in self defense class really paid off as he now lay flat on the ground, Kat still twisting his arm as she kept one heel on his back.

Jungkook stood next to her, immediately crossing his arms. “Well, how many times has the floor become your friend now?”

“Piss off.” Jonah spat on the ground, his cheek smooshed against the floor.

Jungkook scoffed. “Now you know not to mess with either of us, got it?”

Jonah looked up at him, smirking. “I wouldn’t mind it, as long as she keeps wearing that lace underwear every time.”

Jungkook’s smile dropped.

Kat gasped and let go of his arm, stepping back.

Jungkook gave him a smile before grabbing him. Lifting him up so his feet hung off the ground. “You want to run that by me again?”

Jonah struggled in his grasp. “I can take you! Put me down! I can take you!”

Jungkook tried not to laugh at this sad excuse for a man. “You sure about that?” He asked.

And just before Jonah could reply, the rest of the boys came and stood behind Jungkook, staring up at the guy. One after the other.

“Alright, wanna go?” Jungkook asked.

“No!” Jonah gasped. “No…” He stopped struggling. He simply gave up.

Jungkook brought him closer to his face. “Now what you are going to do right now, is pack up your shit and leave. We don’t care, take your goddamn lights, we’ll dance in the dark. But if you come back,” There was pure anger in his eyes. “Don’t be surprised if you wake up in a ditch tomorrow morning.”

Jonah shut his eyes and nodded. Jungkook dropped him, not even bothering to do it lightly. He watched as the man scrambled on to his feet and ran.

Everyone was silent until Tae placed and arm around his friends’ shoulders and yelled in triumph. “Holy Shit, dude!”

The whole dance floor started cheering, clapping and whistling at the amazing thing that just happened.

Kat walked over to him. He was still angry, pissed actually.

He was still watching the man hurry off to the tent. She put both her hands on his face. “Hey! Jay! Look at me!” He glanced down to her, chewing his cheek.

“Are you okay?” He asked, pulling her closer.

“I’m fine. Jay-“

“I swear if he touched you-“

“I’m oka-“

“What did he do?”

“Jay! Listen to me!” She yelled.

He stopped, looking her in the eyes.

She traced her hands down his chest. “You’re angry. And so am I.” She pointed.

“I know, I just hate perverts like that-“

“Let’s use it to our advantage.” She whispered into his ear.

He froze. Staring at her. The corners of his lips began lifting as she nodded.

He grabbed her hand and walked over to their friends. “Hey guys, we’re pretty dazed, we’re gonna go get some fresh air.” He told them.

Tae nodded. “Alright, don’t be gone too long. They gonna announce the King and Queen soon.”

Jungkook nodded. “Thanks. See you later.”

And they were off, running towards the parking area.

“They are not getting fresh air.” Blue said.

Everyone looked to her.

Yoongi nodded in approval as Jin snorted.

“Nice.” Jimin smirked, watching the two of them rushing off.

……………………….

They couldn’t get home fast enough. They could have done it in the car, but Jungkook said he didn’t want anything in the way for what he wanted to do.

Even on the way there, she teased him by placing her hand on his sensitive area, which almost had them swerving into a tree.

Thankfully, his house was a few blocks from there, and his parents were on date night, so the house was completely empty.

He swerved into the parking, didn’t even bother applying the hand break as they rushed out the car. Him almost choking on the seatbelt before realizing he had it on.

Kat laughed as she ran off to the door, waiting for him.

He walked past the door and immediately grabbed her, smashing his lips with hers placing a hand above her head. He didn’t care if his neighbors could see, let them be jealous.

“Jay, the door.” She said between breaths.

He groaned and he fumbled with his keys in his pocket. “Shit.” He had never hated keys so much in his life until that very moment.

Finally, he found the right one and opened the door, picking her up to straddle him as he walked in, kissing her.

He didn’t care if he bumped into anything. Heck, his mom’s favorite vase can go to hell.

He kicked the door closed with a bang before proceeding to the stairs leading to the second floor.

But as he got to the second step, his knees buckled, and he almost dropped her. Kat screaming in panic as she grabbed on to the railing.

He swore. “Um, I think just to be safe…”

She snorted and he put her down, both of them running up the stairs, heavy footsteps behind them.

When they both got to the floor, safely, she turned to him.

“Okay.” He reassured as she jumped onto him again, both of them laughing hysterically at what they just did. They were idiots, honestly.

He made his way to his room, placing her on his bed as he kissed her. She then grabbed at his jacket and almost ripped it off.

“Easy now. Don’t waste the anger on anything that doesn’t deserve it.” He smirked as he removed his jacket, and then his shirt. Even the poor excuse for a tie was flung in an instant. Kat gawking up at his finely tanned skin, her eyes following every crevice of his abs.

It was her turn to remove her dress, which took less effort as he simply pulled it over her head, leaving her in her underwear.

He smirked down at the lacey material. “I’m the only one that can see you in these.” He gripped at her underwear. “Only me.”

She moaned as he slid them off, throwing them to the side. He leaned down and kissed her again, letting her feel him upon her bare skin.

She growled and tugged at his belt, causing him to chuckle. “Very impatient.”

He helped her, as the belt fell with a clang and his pants along with it.

She stared at him, in all his glory. They had only done this about three times before, but every time he reveals himself, she is just always thrown off guard.

He immediately fell on top of her, sucking on her neck and she wrapped her legs around him.

Her hands through his hair, she hadn’t even noticed when he removed her bra. He gripped the bed board as he thrusted into her.

Causing her to gasp a little, like she said, she was always thrown off guard. He went slow, not wanting to hurt her, but she bit his shoulder and scratched his back, telling him to give her more.

So, he did.

They went on and on until they could both feel the knot expanding inside themselves. She could feel him twitch, knowing he was close.

His breathing was rigged as he balanced himself above her, his legs shaking. They had never been this hard before.

“Kat.” He panted, sweat dripping from his brow.

She kissed him, telling him it was okay, he knew she was on birth control and already had Plan B at home, but he still wanted to ask. He looked her in the eyes, making double sure.

“It’s okay.” She whispered. Stroking his face.

He gripped the board and threw his head into the nape of her neck, filling her up with everything that he had. She unleashed herself too.

She felt him, all of him. Every part, every touch, every breath. She felt him, and she knew right then and there, that she wanted no other man but him. She wanted no one else to touch her the way he did. To love her the way he did, because right now, he proved to her that all she needed was right here.

They went silent, only the sound of their breathing filled the room. As he kept his head in her neck, her legs around him, her hands in his hair.

He started leaving light kisses from her temple down to her chest, marking her. “So every goddamn man out there will know that you are taken.” He breathed.

She met his gaze and smiled. “Who else would I be with?”

He smiled, laying his head upon her abdomen, resting, gazing up at her. “No one who doesn’t deserve you.”

She stroked his hair, watching as his head bobbed with her breathing.

They were ready to lay there forever until there was a ding from his suit jacket. And then another, and then another. And then the room was filled with the sound as they frowned at each other.

Jungkook groaned. “Agggh, let me put it on silent.” He got up and walked over to his jacket on the floor. He was surprised to see his phone wasn’t cracked.

He opened the messages and went still. “Oh shit.”

Kat glanced at him. “What’s wrong?”

He turned around, smirking. “Guess who won Prom King and Queen.”

She gaped at him, unable to speak as he winked at her.

“No way. Really?” She laughed.

“Mmmmh mhm.” He hummed as he threw his phone on his desk chair and strode over to her.

“Well, shit.” She chuckled. “I bet Beatrice is pissed.”

“She’s probably crying in her room with an ice pack pressed to her cheek as we speak.” Jungkook chuckled. He hopped onto the bed, sitting up on his elbows, smiling at her. “This calls for a celebration.” He bopped his eyebrows at her.

She snorted as he crawled over to her. “Alright, but I’m top this time.”

Jungkook chuckled, leaning in to kiss her. “Anything for my Queen.”

[dongiovannaswife]

Would it be overkill if I asked for all of them?

How about 1, 3 through 8, and 11, 12 and 13? Oh wait, is that too much? Sorry if that's too much! ( > w < ') (I just love you and GioGio together❤)

It’d be a shame if I answered them all right here right now, during my break *eyes emoji* *eyes emoji* *eyes emoji* 

Thank you so much for sending this in! ily friend. ♥♥♥ 

@star-birthmark said: Alright so I'm gonna pull a Lena and just ask for all the questions. Is that good? Great. Love ya

I was just thinking about you doing the same to me so HA I read your mind. ASAsask. Thank you so much <3 

Under the cut for those not interested :D i did not proofread bc my head hurts ;w; 

1.       Does your F/O have a birthmark? (or any type of freckles or beauty marks?)

Beside the glorious star birthmark (which I know I have a spicy hc about uwu) Gio has this super curious and small birthmark on his back, it’s not that noticeable unless you see him closely uwuwuwu.

2.       Is your F/O the type to volunteer to their community?

I mean, he’s,,, literally a mafia boss. His posture on Passione and his work is far from honest, but I feel like he’d actually would open shelters or donate to good causes, and since I hc him as a lawyer, perhaps he volunteers from time to time so he can help people with cases, obviously he doesn’t accept any money from them, as he knows what it’s like.

3.       Does your F/O the type to be giving or to take?

Younger Giorno (I’m not talking from a romantic aspect, calm down please), is the one to always give and get surprised when he gets something in return —the adult Gio from my ship knows how to give and receive equally.

What I’m trying to say is yes, but I don’t know where yet, haven’t thought a lot about that.

4.       Does your F/O have any battle scars?

Better yet —is GER able to regenerate cells fully? That would make him like a super cell, you know. No but seriously, say GER is able to do so, and Giorno wouldn’t have any scares from the events of VA; but what if his moral called for him to do so, to let his skin carry some of them. Say, a scar from Narancia’s last moments on his chest, unnoticeable now due to the tattoo on his chest.

5.       Does your F/O wear make up? (Do you think they would be open to wearing makeup if they don’t wear it daily?)

I feel like he’d wear the casual lipstick from time to time, but not really always. Unlesss someone *wink wink* convines him to do his makeup one day so he can try it.

6.       Has your F/O ever dye their hair or worn a wig?

Nah.

7.       What is your F/O fashion taste?

ignore the boob window and think about luke Hemmings or this. Exquisite, would give him kith.

8.       How tall is your F/O?

1.98 cm uwuwuwuwuw

10.   When if your F/O birthday?

9.       What is your F/O’s blood type?

AB.

April 16. ♥

11.   Does your F/O know how to cook? If so are they good at it?

He knows how to cook, yes, but he’s not that good —somehow I feel like his coffee would taste LIKE HEAVEN.

12.   What is your F/O favorite flavor?  (sweet, sour, bitter, salty and umami (savory))

Sweet, definitely. When he’s a bit tired from it, though, he goes for bitter things.

13.   If your F/O could be a fan of any video game what do you think it would be?

Metal Gear Solid 4.

14.   What type of aesthetic does you F/O have?

The sense of freedom when you glance at the sunrise. If that makes sense of course.

15.   What color if your F/O eyes?

Turquoise! So pretty aaaaa uwu.

17.   If you could matching tattoos what would it be?

16.   Does your F/O have any tattoos? If not do they like or hate the concept of tattoos?

An owl on his chest, a vine on his index from his left hand and a sunflower on his ring finer; he’s thinking of getting something for the twins, but he’s not sure about what yet. 

A small Aloe Vera potted plant on our necks (based off an ask I remember getting a while ago —if that person is still around, your idea might come true buddy).

18.   Does your F/O have any piercings?

I die for the thought of him with a lip ring. But I don’t really think he has any of them, the lip ring is a matter of,,,, other impulses akdjslkd.

19.   Is your F/O a cake or pie person?

Both. Both is good. Has a leaning to pie, but loves both.

20.   Is your F/O a morning or night person?

Night person.

21.   Is your F/O a coffee or tea person?

Coffee, I don’t think he likes tea *that* much.

22.   Is your F/O half empty or half full type of person?

I’m not sure, tbh.

23.   Does your F/O have a pet? If not in canon what do you think they would have if given the chance?

Listen, a panther would make the best pet for him. But I think he’s a cat person. Not like he doesn’t like dogs, but a cat is probably something he enjoys most.

24.   Is your F/O the type to want to live in the city or live out in the country?

City.

25.   Does your F/O like to swim?

Yes.

26.   What harry potter house would your F/O be in? (Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin)

Nah fam, I’m not really interested on HP, sorry.

27.   If your F/O was in “avatar: the last air bender” what type of bender would they be? (air, water, earth, and fire)

Some of you will kill me for this but I haven’t watched it, ever. :D

28.   Is your F/O LGBT+?

Nope, at least not for me. You are free to headcanon him as you wish. Pleadon’tstartdramathisisnotmeanttooffendanyone.

29.   Does your F/O have any artistic hobbies? (Knitting, drawing, painting, etc)

Drawing, but it’s most for stress relief.

30.   What’s a piece of clothing your F/O is never seen without? (glasses, a necklace, hat, etc)

The arrow he hangs around his neck or just carries around hidden.

31.   What type of scent does your F/O remind you of?

There’s this perfume I absolutely love and I can’t really describe it, but it’s WildCountry.

32.   What’s something you see often that has little to no relation to your F/O but always reminds you of them?

Flowers and vines :,)

33.   Do you have any silly nicknames or pet names for your F/O?

A LOT.

34.   What does your F/O house/apartment look like? (or what do you think it looks like)

If we talk about his years of “I live alone yeee” then pretty much no decoration, excepts for the plants or books he keeps —overall, what you could call monochromatic. Once we get married, we pick a style, with classical sculptures and roman like architecture

35.   What season reminds you of your F/O? (winter, spring, summer, fall)

Fall.

36.   Have you ever had a dream with your F/O in it?

Yes uwu.

37.   Does your F/O play any musical instruments?

No really.

38.   What’s a song that reminds you of your F/O when you hear?

Gold by Prince.

39.   What is your relationship like with your F/O?

We,,, in love,,,, yes.

40.   How long have you been with your F/O? (or at least been interested in them?)

Interested in him,,,,,, I’m not sure if one or two years?? But in the “”””storyline”””” seven years.

41.   Where is your F/O from? (as in born)

Japan.

42.   Is your F/O the type to read reviews, or just go with their gut

Better yet, contacts.

43.   What does your F/O’s Saturdays usually look like?

Some paperwork at home studio, comfy causal clothes (black jeans and white tee, barefoot).

44.   What is your F/O’s most valuable possession?

The arrow lmao.

45.   What’s a fad you can see your F/O taking part of?

Analyzing music together!! :D

46.   does your F/O prefer to work alone or with a team?

Team.

47.   How well does your F/O know tech? (such as computers, smart phones)

I feel like he knows a lot asdkad.

48.   What’s some advice your F/O would tell you?

“Stop thinking you are not enough, stop thinking no one loves you, stop thinking you are worthless; stop with all your self-destruction.”

49.   What animal reminds you of your F/O?

Lion!! :D

51.   What’s the most interesting fact you know about your F/O?

50.   What color reminds you of your F/O?

Gold AND turquoise

Canon or made by me?? The first would be his favorite musician, because OH I like that musician too, even before knowing him. The second it’s about his scars.

[smallcrystals]

all the hearts for flashspruce, timbertwi and sciflash do them ALL OR DIE jk jk ly rasa 😚😌💝💞💓💗💘💖💕

god maisa i hate you for this THIS IS GONNA BE SO LONG 😭😭😭

but 😔 . let's get this bread 🍞

———

FLASHSPRUCE

❤: who is more affectionate in public? in private?

both of them are, ofc. they're literally attatched by the fkn HIP. but flash does tend to be MORE affectionate in private when it comes to timber, yk, just so only them two can savour it

♡: who is the bigger romantic openly? secretly?

FLASH. anything romantic and it's flash. secretly, i'd say both of them. flash is romantic in general but timber likes bringing him gifts and stuff (and being on the receiving ends of his boyfriend's romantic shit AKDKS)

❥: who is more likely to plan something big for valentine's day?

flash, oh my god. he'd book a high-end date spot just for the two of them, he'd cook the dinner, he'd set the music, the decorations, tHE BED— ahem. anyway, timber sugar baby

ღ: who is more likely to initiate hand-holding in public?

timber, likes slipping his hand into flash's at random times and loves the reaction he gets out of his boyfriend 🥺

💕: who is more likely to make huge declarations of love in front of other people?

BOTH. they show off each other SO much, everyone is Tired.

💘: who developed a crush on the other first?

timber. the baby fell fast for flash. but can you blame him?

💝: who spends more time (possibly overthinking) what presents to get the other?

flash. he loves getting people gifts that actually matter while making sure the price is good (like not too cheap, not overly expensive, etc). and bub likes to overthink a lot so yeah AKDMS

💓: who initiates most physical contact?

both, is that even a question?

💌: who is more likely to send cutesy texts to the other?

oh gosh, they both would. they're so DORKY and cute and they both KNOW it, so they utilise it to the best they can.

💟: who spends time reading their zodiac compatibilities?

timber. he loves astrology ever since that night of learning it for his date with twi. flash doesn't really care but can be interested when timber acts all adorable about it.

💙: who is more protective?

timber. TIMBER. the baby gets pouty when he's jealous and clings onto flash more. but at parties, he's protective when people Don't Realise flash is taken.

💚: who tends to get sick more often? who is better at taking care of the other?

timber gets sick more often bcos of camp work. he's a boundary pusher, he won't stop working until he actually can't walk from how sick he is. flash loves taking care of his baby so he's pretty good at it.

💜: who said "i love you" first? or, if neither has said it yet, who is more likely to say it first?

flash would. he'd say either saranghae or je t'aime instead, bcos he feels it's more meaningful to him to say it in either of his mother tongues.

💛: who believes in soulmates?

do you know me . flashspruce soulmates.

but seriously they both believe in soulmates but they believe it even more when they find each other.

TIMBERTWI

❤: who is more affectionate in public? in private?

timber in public, obviously??? he can't keep his hands to himself. twilight in private bcos ofc, she's shyer.

♡: who is the bigger romantic openly? secretly?

timber. roses, dinners, what have you. but twi, again, a private and shy person and likes only him seeing what she has in store

❥: who is more likely to plan something big for valentine's day?

twilight actually. book a high-end restaurant with expensive food and timber feels like he's being spoilt.

ღ: who is more likely to initiate hand-holding in public?

timber just slidding his hand into hers during long lines at funfairs and twi gets goosebumps from it every time

💕: who is more likely to make huge declarations of love in front of other people?

timber. he loves showing off his smartass, cuteass, nerdy girlfriend

💘: who developed a crush on the other first?

hmmmm. legend of everfree can answer that for you 🥴

💝: who spends more time (possibly overthinking) what presents to get the other?

sci twi, why is this even a question. girl is the Queen of overthinking

💓: who initiates most physical contact?

timber, again, homeboy can't keep his hands off

💌: who is more likely to send cutesy texts to the other?

TIMBERRRRR. sci twi just goes "whyyyyy would you do thissss" but still sends a bunch of hearts back

💟: who spends time reading their zodiac compatibilities?

you kidding me??? both of them??? have you seen star crossed???

💙: who is more protective?

twi. she knows her boyfriend is hot. she's not about to have anyone attempt SHIT

💚: who tends to get sick more often? who is better at taking care of the other?

sci twi due to the fact SHE OVERWORKS HERSELF . timber has to deal with a very cranky twi but he loves her anyway and is good at making her laugh while she's grumpy

💜: who said "i love you" first? or, if neither has said it yet, who is more likely to say it first?

timber, he feels the need to say it when twi's doubting herself, it slips out but he doesn't regret saying it

💛: who believes in soulmates?

timber???? he has a thing for fate

SCIFLASH

ive answered some of these in choco's ask !! they elaborate more in them, i just simplified them here

❤: who is more affectionate in public? in private?

flaaaaash. loves giving her hugs and forehead kisses and neck kisses. twilight in private bcos she can get away with more 😌

♡: who is the bigger romantic openly? secretly?

flash. he likes being romantic out in the open (but not too extravagant), like cheesy shit to make twi laugh, etc 🥺 twi in secret !

❥: who is more likely to plan something big for valentine's day?

they'd take it in turns! tho for their first valentine's, they both booked the same place at the same time and prepared different shit (thanks to rarity, my GIRL) and then ever since then, they took it in turns!

im gonna write a oneshot about this, just WAIT

ღ: who is more likely to initiate hand-holding in public?

flash, he likes twi's hand in his so he sneaks it in when they're waiting in line at a store or are taking a walk in the park. he always starts from twi's arm to not scare her and then slips his fingers with hers 🥺🥺

💕: who is more likely to make huge declarations of love in front of other people?

someone: h—

flash: oh do you know twi? this amazing, smart, gorgeous, pretty, dorky girl right here? yeah she's wonderful and i love her so much, in this essay i will—

💘: who developed a crush on the other first?

both around the same time! but they're oblivious so 😔

💝: who spends more time (possibly overthinking) what presents to get the other?

both, since they're overthinking Masters. they both end up giving e/o expensive but meaningful gifts and yeee

💓: who initiates most physical contact?

FLASH.

💌: who is more likely to send cutesy texts to the other?

flash!! he'd send them every now and then and twi turns into a giggly mess

💟: who spends time reading their zodiac compatibilities?

SCI TWIIIII

💙: who is more protective?

sci twi

💚: who tends to get sick more often? who is better at taking care of the other?

twi from studying too much :(( flash tries to make sure the girl gets enough sleep and food but there are times she forgets due to work. flash drives up immediately when shining armour calls and is prepared to take care of her

💜: who said "i love you" first? or, if neither has said it yet, who is more likely to say it first?

flash. he'd mumble it when thinking twi is asleep but then goes O.O when she turns around and grabs him by the neck, pulling him into a tight hug

💛: who believes in soulmates?

flash! and soon, twi does too ☺️

———

OKAY WELL THAT TOOK HALF AN HOUR . hope you enjoyed this !! 🥺🥺💜💙💚

[ericsonclan]

The Gift of Giving

Summary: Everyone gathers at Ericson's Diner to celebrate with a Christas party and Secret Santa.

Word Count: 3190

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“Shit,” Violet muttered, trying her best to reach the top of the Christmas tree and place the star. Why did Louis have to buy such a huge tree for the diner? Even standing on one of the restaurant’s chairs wasn’t enough to get her to the top of the tree. “Stupid kids running around when they should be eating and shit,” Violet grumbled. It had been hard enough getting this star up the first time. Doing it again because of rowdy customers pissed her off.

Suddenly she felt her legs rise off the chair. Violet let out a little squeak of surprise before looking down and seeing her girlfriend smiling below her. Prisha chuckled. “Sorry for the scare. I figured you could use a hand,”

“Thanks,” Violet murmured, feeling rather flustered at the feeling of Prisha’s hands on her waist. She hadn’t known she was this strong. The extra few inches gave her enough height to safely put the star back in place. Prisha promptly lowered her to the ground, her hands hovering on Violet’s waist for a second longer.

“Hey, you two!” Louis exclaimed, striding into the room in a Santa costume, a bounce in his step. “Oh, Vi, you got the star back up! That’s great! Thought I’d have to ask Mitch or Marlon to do it before the party started,” Louis’ arms were full of all sorts of presents which he deposited on one of the booth tables. “Care to help me stack all the center tables to the sides? The others should be coming any minute now!”

“Where are Brody and Clem?” Violet asked, looking round the room as she picked up a chair to start stacking. “They just finished their shift too so they said they’d be sticking around,”

“They’re helping Ruby and Omar finish the final details on the party snacks. They’re gonna be delish!” Louis licked his lips excitedly. He toted a table by himself across the room before returning for another. “I’m so glad the snow slowed down outside! I was starting to get worried that half of the staff would miss out on their final Secret Santa gifts if they couldn’t make the drive in,”

“If that had been the case, we simply could have left the presents in their cubbies in the break room,” Prisha stated.

“Noooo,” Louis pouted. “It’s not the same if you don’t get to see the reactions!”

Violet cast a knowing smile her best friend’s way. Louis never changed. He always loved gift-giving most of all out of any part of Christmas. Letting out a small grunt, she lifted a set of stacked chairs and walked quickly toward the far wall. Louis had said he wanted to make a big circle with all the staff for the gift exchange so they’d need all the floor space they could get.

“Awesome!” Louis looked at their work proudly, his hands on his hips. “Now onto the music. Prisha, can you help me connect my iPod to the diner speakers? I put a special playlist together for tonight,”

“Of course,” Prisha headed with Louis over to the bar where the speaker system was, leaving Violet on her own. It was only a few seconds though before Brody and Clementine strode out carrying trays of Christmas cookies and hot cocoa. They still had the antlers on from their shift today. Violet felt lucky she’d been able to wriggle her way out of the seasonal uniform changes Louis had instituted. These two didn’t seem to mind though.

“Hey, Vi,” Brody said cheerily, setting the hot cocoa down on the next booth over from the presents. “You’re not dressing up for the party?”

Violet shrugged, tapping her Christmas nametag that was emblazoned with holly. “Got my Christmas decoration right here,”

Clementine placed the cookies down as well and joined them. “What are we talking about? Secret Santa gifts? I got my person something I’m hoping will blow their socks off!”

Brody smiled shyly. “I don’t want to brag, but I think I did pretty great too. How about you, Vi?”

Before Violet could answer, Louis came running over, wildly waving his hands. “No telling who you got for Secret Santa! It’s supposed to be a surprise till the last second!”

“Chill, Lou,” Clementine chuckled, slipping her hand into his. “Everything’s still hush hush. You make a very cute Santa, by the way,”

That got Louis distracted. His face heated up and he looked flustered, murmuring something about how Clem looked even cuter before tugging on one of his dreads.

Violet smirked. She’d tease him if she didn’t know it’d be thrown back into her face tenfold. Maybe sometime when Prisha wasn’t around to be used against her she’d bring this moment up.

Suddenly the front doors burst open and a flurry of wind and snow whoosed into the restaurant. Mitch strode in, bundled from head to toe, Marlon following close behind him. “We made it!” Mitch announced, stomping the snow from his boots before heading into the main part of the diner. “It snowed a shit ton today, but the roads are still clear enough to make it through. Are we late?”

“Nah, we’re still waiting on the twins, Renata and Aasim,” Louis walked forward to greet his friends only for his eyes to widen in excitement as he noticed Rosie beside Marlon. “No way! You brought Rosie?”

“Yep! I hope that’s OK. I made sure she went to the bathroom before we left so she should be good for the whole party,” Marlon chuckled as Louis was already on his knees before Rosie, laughing as she licked his face.

“This is gonna be our best party yet!”

“Now that we’re here it will!” Renata’s voice was heard from the service hall before the double doors burst open and she strode through with a proud smile, Sophie and Minnie walking side by side behind her. “Let the fun begin!”

“Awesome! So we’re only missing Aasim then. Hope he won’t be long,” Louis took out his phone to check for messages,

“Oh, you don’t have to check, Sug,” Ruby said, coming out from the double doors with Omar by her side. “He gave me a call about a half hour ago, said he’d be a bit late. But he’ll be here in time for presents.”

“Well, ok then. With everyone else present, let the festivities begin!” Louis did a dramatic twirl before tossing his Santa hat high in the air. “First game of the night: the limbo!”

There were plenty of games to be played at the Ericson’s Diner Christmas party. Those who wanted to like Louis and Renata participated in all of them while some of the quieter staff members stood off to the sides and enjoyed the music, conversation and snacks. Sophie found herself constantly torn between games and snacks and could be seen running back and forth, her mouth full of treats before she joined in on bowling for snowmen or blindman’s bluff.

Eventually once everyone was full of cookies and cocoa and the Christmas games had reached a lull it was time for Secret Santa. Aasim had snuck in at some point during the festivities, giving Ruby a quick kiss before settling into a booth with Omar to chat. Louis called everyone to sit in a circle and place their gifts in the center. He then stood by the pile of presents, making sure everyone was seated before clearing his throat. “Now that everyone is present, we can enjoy all the presents! Now, let me just reach into my handy dandy Santa cap which I’ve filled with everyone’s names, and the first one to go is… Clementine!” Louis held up the name proudly, displaying it to everyone before flashing a grin his girlfriend’s way. “And whose secret Santa were you, my sweet?”

“I was Aasim’s secret Santa,” Clementine gave a nod to her friend, sharing a smile before she stood to grab his gift. “I hope this isn’t something you already have and I just didn’t know. I thought it was pretty cool,”

Aasim took the present and unwrapped it, his eyes widening with interest as the gift was revealed. “An electronic notebook!” He squinted as he read the text on the back of the box. “Save digital versions of your planner pages to popular cloud services like Google drive, Dropbox, Evernote, box, OneNote, Slack, iCloud, email and more,”

“I figured this way you won’t have a ton of notebooks to look through if you want to reference something. You can just have all your information in one place,”

“Thank you, Clem. What a thoughtful gift,” Aasim looked down at his new notebook happily, clearly intrigued by it.

           Louis reached into his Santa hat, giving it a dramatic twirl. “Next up is… Sophie!”

           “Oooh, that’s me!” Sophie exclaimed, jumping up from her spot and scurrying over to her gift. I was Ruby’s secret Santa!” she dropped the gift into her friend’s lap with a bright smile.

Ruby let out a little grunt as the package plonked down on her legs. “Oof, heavier than expected,” She unwrapped her gift and revealed an unusually shaped baking tin. “Now what do we have here?”

“It’s cookie shot glasses!” Sophie exclaimed, bouncing on her feet excitedly. “So you bake the cookies in the shape of teeny shot glasses then instead of alcohol you do shots of milk!”

“Why, that’s quite the unique gift!” Ruby chuckled, setting the tin beside her. “I’ll be sure to put it to good use this Christmas,”

“Yeee, you like it!” Sophie did a happy little twirl before sitting back down.

“Two secret Santas, two awesome gifts! Let’s keep up the trend!” Louis declared. Shuffling around the cards in his hat, he drew the next name. “Oh, Minnie! Right after your twin!”

“And my twin’s the recipient of my gift,” Minnie replied, calmly rising to grab her gift.

“I knew it was you!” Sophie exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “I just knew it!”

“Bet you don’t know what I got you though,” Minnie quipped, handing over the gift.

It was an album of photoshopped pictures of the twins and their family and friends. The once normal photos were now crazy pictures of them on the moon or as cats or with everybody at Ericson’s Diner but the twins were huge and held the rest of the staff in their hands. Sophie gasped and giggled at each and every picture as she flipped through the book. She cradled the album in her arms, her smile vibrant. “I love it! You’re the best, as always!”

Minnie shrugged, a small smile on her lips. “Knew I had to nail it considering I should know you better than anyone else,”

“Ahh, sisterly love. Is there anything better in the world?” Louis wiped a mock tear of his own from his eye before continuing. “Next is... Clem! Oh wait, that can’t be right. One sec…” Rummaging through the hat, Louis tossed out the names he had already drawn. “Ok, we’re all in the clear. And next is… Mitch!”

“I got Renata,” Mitch stood up and snatched his gift, tossing it over to the brunette. “Don’t know what sorta shit you’re into but I thought you’d like this,”

Renata tore into her present excitedly, tossing the wrapping paper dramatically to the side. She let out a loud gasp. “It’s henna!” She held up the henna kit for everyone to see. “This is awesome! I’m gonna put tattoos all over my face!”

“Hell yeah,” Mitch nodded in approval.

“Please don’t,” Ruby said, looking concerned.

Before Renata could come up with a retort, Louis had moved on to the next secret Santa. “Violet! It’s your turn to shine!”

Violet silently shuffled to her feet, silently grabbing her gift from the pile and handing it to Omar. “Here. I hope you like it,”

Omar carefully undid the wrapping paper. His eyes lit with interest as he unveiled his gift. “Texan Cooking: 101 Recipes. Thank you, Vi. I don’t have anything like this in my collection yet,”

A small smile alighted on Violet’s lips. “I’m glad,” Without another word she returned to her seat next to Prisha but a second later Prisha’s name had been called.

Prisha rose and took her present from the dwindling pile. “I was Louis’ secret Santa. I tried to pick something I think you’d quite enjoy,” Prisha carefully handed over a small square present.

Louis opened it with care, finding a cardboard box inside which he also opened with caution before his eyes lit up in wonder. In his hand he held a tiny silver piano. Intricate silver details decorated its entirety. Turning it over, Louis rotated a small lever. “La Vie En Rose” began to play softly. Louis’ eyes welled up with unshed tears. “It’s beautiful, Prish,” He stared at the gift for several seconds, long enough to make it clear he was utterly distracted.

Clearing her throat, Clementine gently took the hat from her boyfriend’s hands. “How ‘bout I take a turn, babe?” Louis nodded silently and took a seat in the circle, still lost in admiring his gift. Prisha was practically beaming with pride at the success of her gift.

“Alright, guys,” Clementine went digging in the hat and pulled out a new name. “It’s Brody’s turn!”

Brody bounced up from the floor, looking excited and nervous as she picked up a rather large present. “I was Mitch’s secret Santa,”

“No way,” Mitch exclaimed, his eyes large. “Then that time you were asking for gift ideas…?”

“I was shopping for you,” Brody nodded, smiling proudly. “Here ya go!”

Mitch ripped off the wrapping paper and let out an impressed whistle. “Dr. Gross’ Candy Lab Madness. No way! You get to make your own candy?”

“Yep! I figured you and Willy would have fun working on it together,”

“This is the shit! You’re totally coming over to make this with us too!”

“I can’t wait!” Brody leaned over to plant a kiss on her boyfriend’s forehead then took her seat beside him once more, blushing as Mitch softly wrapped an arm round her waist.

Clementine smiled over at her friends having their moment before continuing. “Next is Ruby!”

“I had Prisha,” Ruby declared, rolling onto her feet and picking up her gift before walking over and gently placing it in Prisha’s hands. “I hope I got the right size,”

Prisha looked intrigued by the statement. She opened the present to find a pair of crimson faux leather gloves inside. “Why, Ruby, these are extraordinary!” She pulled one on, admiring the craftsmanship. “And they fit perfectly! Thank you!”

“I’m glad. They look lovely on you,” Ruby smiled warmly before returning to her spot.

“Alrighty, next up is Renata,”

“I got Marlon!” Renata shouted. Crawling forward, she grabbed her gift and chucked it at the blond’s head.

Marlon caught the package with ease, opening it quickly. His face lit up with excitement. “Matching sweaters for me and Rosie!” He immediately got to work helping Rosie who was laying between him and Sophie get hers on. “Thanks, Renata! These are the best!”

“Worth every penny,” Renata grinned proudly.

Clementine grinned as they all admired Rosie in her new Christmas sweater. “Cute. Alright, Aasim is up next,”

Aasim grabbed a slender rectangular present from the pile before clearing his throat. “Minnie, I was your secret Santa. I hope you enjoy what I selected,”

Minnie took the gift that was handed her and calmly unwrapped it. A smile came to her lips as she held up the gift inside. “It’s a collection of Disney songs arranged for the guitar. Thanks, Aasim. These’ll be fun to try out,”

Aasim nodded in approval, clearly satisfied that he’d chosen well as they watched Minnie flip through the different songs with interest.

“Next is Omar,” Clementine declared, dropping the slip of paper to the ground. “We’re down to the last few,”

“I was Brody’s secret Santa,” Omar rose to his feet and carried a small present bag over to his friend. Brody reached inside and pulled out a CD. “Oooh, you got music for me to listen to on my drives?”

“Not quite. It’s actually music to sleep too. I remember you mentioned sometimes you have a hard time getting to sleep so I figured a collection of nature sounds would be nice,”

“That’s so sweet, Omar! Thank you, that’s really thoughtful,” Brody’s smile was warm as she got up quickly to hug her friend. Omar returned the hug warmly before walking back over to his seat on the floor.

“OK, last one, guys,” Clementine said, looking at the small present wrapped in dark blue, star-filled wrapping paper. “I bet we all know who that goes to. Louis, take it away,”

“My secret Santa giftee was Violet!” Louis chirped. Leaning forward, he got a hold of his gift and slid it across the circle to his best friend. “Go ahead, Vi. Open it!”

Violet opened the gift with caution, not wanting to mar the wrapping paper but feeling self-conscious of all the eyes on her. Inside was a jewelry case. She opened it to find a delicate charm bracelet with two charms upon it: a golden sun and a silver moon.

“I know you don’t like dealing with jewelry, but for this I figured you’d make an exception,” Louis explained with a grin.

A small smile was on Violet’s face as Prisha helped her put the charm bracelet on. “It’s really cool, Lou. You’re right. I will wear this,”

“Yipee!” Louis threw his arms up in the air in celebration. “And with that everyone- wait a minute,” He paused, counting out the presents on his fingers before looking toward his other best friend. “Marlon, we missed you! And the one person who hasn't gotten a gift is..." Louis' eyes widened in horror. "Clem! Oh shit, did we forget Clem? Was she here when the names were drawn? There's no presents left! What are we gonna-"

"Lou, chill!" Marlon said, jumping up to his feet and walking toward the bar. "I didn't add the present to the pile since I didn't want it to get damaged. It's right over here," He emerged from the bar holding something in one hand behind his back. Walking over to Clementine, Marlon raised a finger. "Close your eyes and carefully hold out your hands,"

Clementine did as instructed, her eyes squeezed tightly shut in excitement.

Marlon placed the present into her hands then quietly returned to his spot. "OK, now open them,"

Clementine opened her eyes and looked down and her hands, oohing in excitement when she saw what was there. "Is this a venus fly trap? I've never seen one in real life!"

"Yep!" Marlon grinned proudly. "I heard you and Violet talking about how badass they were in the break room a few weeks ago and I knew it'd make the perfect gift! Had to be careful with it though - it needs to keep warm and have lots of humidity if possible so I didn't want to wrap it and have it wilt. I hope it's not too hard to take care of,"

"I'll take the best care of it ever!" Clementine declared, her eyes shining with determination. "Thanks, Marlon!"

Louis' smile was soft as he watched his girlfriend tenderly trace her fingers along the leaves of her new plant. “Alright, and with that the secret Santa gift exchange is over. But the fun continues!” He jumped to his feet, grabbing his Santa hat from Clementine and putting it back on his head. “Who’s ready to party?”

“Wooo!” Renata cheered, joined quickly by Sophie.

The party picked up again quickly, everyone resuming their previous roles of joining in games or participating in snack-filled conversations. The party would continue for as long as they all wished. They enjoyed each other’s company, so knowing the staff it would probably go on for quite some time yet. That was fine though. They were all energized by the presents and fun, each of them feeling their own excitement as Christmas grew ever nearer. It was another successful Ericson’s Diner Christmas party to close out a great year.

[galaxy-parker]

blurb shopping with petey u try on a sundress he's floored cause damn u look so pretty GO!

YEEE

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“Are you ready yet?” Peter’s words are laced with impatience and roll your eyes at the notion that he thinks you’re taking too long. As if you didn’t just spend nearly an hour browsing the shelves of a tech store. 

“Almost,” you call out, glancing at yourself in the floor length mirror one last time. You’re wearing a soft red sundress that falls just below your knees, decorated with little flowers and bursting with color. You smooth out the fabric, turning this way and that and trying not to let the insecurities nipping at your brain to overcome your love for the dress. Because you do really love the dress. “Okay.”

You pull back the curtain in one swift motion. 

Peter is slouched back on the tiny couch stationed in front of the dressing rooms, his head tilted to stare at the ceiling; but his lazy posture evaporates when his eyes land on you. 

He nearly falls on the floor with the speed that he straightens, his eyes blowing wide as they rake over your nervous form. You smile sheepishly and shrug. 

“Well?” you wonder. “Is it okay?”

Peter’s mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water and for a moment the only words he can manage are, “Oh my god,” 

You laugh, feeling heat rise to your own cheeks. “Good or bad?”

He shakes his head, a smile splitting his face. “You look- I’m- wow.”

You tangle your fingers in the fabric again. “Reassuring,” you joke. 

“You look like an angel,” he breathes and you snort at the indication. “I’m not kidding, you look... wow.”

“Final answer?”

“Why haven’t we bought it yet? Holy shit.”  

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[purgatorys-fallen-angel]

Dean’s DIY Snow Globe

SPN Adventcalender – Day 1: Snow Globe

Pairing: Dean Winchester/Castiel

Summary: Cas does not understand the need for Christmas decorations. At least that is what Dean thinks. Accordingly, he finds himself rather surprised when said angel is sad about the lack of decorations and “Christmas feelings”. But Dean wouldn’t be Dean if he wasn’t about to change that.

Notes: First attempt at writing destiel :D I don’t know yet if I keep going. And I’m a bit late, sorry :’)

Warnings: None. Fluff, if any.

Word Count: 839

Tag: @notfunnydean

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21647017

 “Dean?”

Dean looked up from the laptop screen to meet big blue eyes that were filled with – concern? Straightening up in his chair, Dean turned to fully look at Cas. “What’s wrong?”

“It is Christmas time. Right?” Cas tilted his head and eyed Dean, then their surroundings.

“Yeees…?” Dean leaned back again and relaxed, the worry fading and being replaced with confusion. “Why?”

“Why don’t you decorate? As far as I noticed, humans seem to be very fond of Christmas decorations.” When Dean didn’t immediately answer, Cas squinted at him and took a step closer. 

“That’s…” not something he had thought about a lot. But of course, Cas would notice the lack of decoration in their bunker. Dean just hadn’t thought that the angel cared about something like that, let alone consider it odd that the brothers had chosen not to put up any decorations at all. “Well, some people like to do it, some not. Why do you ask?”

Cas pursed his lips and tilted his head to the other side. “Then why is it, that you l i s t e n to Christmas music?”

“Because I don’t have a choice. That’s what the radios do, these days, they spam you with Christmas songs until you can’t hear them anymore.” Dean muttered and turned his attention back to his laptop, hoping that they could switch topic or end the conversation.

“You could easily change channels.”

He should have seen that coming. “Cas.” He breathed and looked at him, trying to somehow communicate to him that he just wanted to be left alone.

“It looks… cold.” It was supposed to be a blank statement, but Dean noticed how disappointed it sounded and immediately felt bad. He drummed his fingers on the table as he watched Cas leave the room and then looked back at the screen in front of him. Had it been disappointment or sadness? Should he go and buy decorations? He opened a new tab and scrolled through amazon to see if they had any usable and tolerable stuff. Skipping the usual way-over-the-top stuff, he sighed and leaned back. It was either too expensive to spend money on, or it was nothing he’d be able to face every day until Christmas eve. And there was no way he’d place a singing reindeer or anything similar to that in their bunker. He closed amazon and instead browsed pinterest for other ideas, hoping to find something that was easy enough to do but also “Christmas enough” for Cas. Usually, Dean wouldn’t use pinterest. It was weird and annoying and he still didn’t know how exactly it worked. But sometimes it could be very useful, especially when looking for inspiration for something. He typed in “Christmas decorations” and scanned the results. It took forever to find an idea that he liked and wanted to try because he thought it might be doable, so he got up to find all the supplies he needed. They had empty jars in the kitchen, he just had to clean them. The scissors and glue were in one of the other rooms and he could use one of his white shirts and paper for the rest. He sat in his room and started working.

It was aggravating and took forever, but after several failed attempts Dean finally managed to put the pieces together. He was glad that he hadn’t chosen to use water like the manual suggested. He had simply decided to glue everything to the jar cap and cut small pieces out of his shirt to simulate snow. It didn’t quite look like the picture on pinterest, but Dean was kind of satisfied with the result. It was a small snow globe with a snowman. A weirdly shaped snowman, but it was recognizable, after all. He turned it around to see if everything – besides the “snow” – was sticking to the ground and sighed in relief when it did. Perfect. Now he just had to give it to Cas without making it look awkward. He got up and walked down the hallway, trying to be quiet enough so Cas wouldn’t hear him. Maybe that just made him more suspicious, because the moment he stopped in front of Cas’ door, it swung open and blue squinty eyes stared at him. “Dean?”

“Uhhhm….” Dean awkwardly tried to hide the snow globe behind his back. “Hi Cas. How’re ya doin’?” If he hadn’t been suspicious up until now, he sure as hell was now. At least Cas’ stare intensified and he tilted his head again, obviously trying to read Dean. It made Dean uncomfortable.

“Here.” He pushed the snow globe into Cas’ hand and turned to leave, hurrying back to his room. He thought he heard a ‘thank you’ but decided that that had just been his imagination.

The next morning, when Dean came into the kitchen, he saw Cas sitting at the table with the snow globe placed in front of him, a happy smile set firmly on his lips. “It is beautiful. Thank you, Dean.”

[psychosistr]

Friendly Four Verse- Meetings Part 3: Liquidator

Summary: Investigating some disappearances along the coast lead the Terrific Trio to a life-or-death battle against the forces of the sea. Thankfully for Megavolt, Quackerjack, and Bushroot, the sea seems to be on their side.

Notes: The final chapter of this installment and, as promised, it’s gonna be another long one. Hope everyone enjoys it!

-First Chapter-

The Liquidator was the last to join their little rag-tag group of heroes, but he left the biggest impact. Saving the whole city tended to do that…

There had been reports of ships going missing on their way to St.Canard for weeks now, as well as a string of missing people from the bay and the beach itself. Sadly, one or two missing ships and an occasional missing person’s report were common place in a city so rampant with crime- but the current wave was reaching unprecedented levels.

Determined to get to the bottom of the strange spiriting away at sea, the trio of heroes (duo plus one, Bushroot still tried to insist) arrived at the beach to do some investigating. Unfortunately, Megavolt’s glaring weakness was making things more than a little difficult.

“Oh for the love of-! Would you get away from the water already?!” Bushroot shouted before stretching his long arm several feet over to where Megavolt was standing dangerously close to the incoming tide. He grabbed the electric-powered hero and physically dragged him back to the much drier sand. “Are you actually TRYING to short out?!”

“Sorry..” Megavolt at least had the decency to look slightly ashamed as he rubbed at the back of his short-haired head before pointing at the spot he’d just occupied. “But I think I found something!”

“We’ve been over this, Sparky.” Bushroot sounded an awful lot like a parent lecturing a child that had ignored them several times already. “It’s too dangerous for you to get wet. If you see something, just get me or Quackerjack to take a look at-” He stopped suddenly and looked around with a scowl. “Wait..where’s Quackerjack?” He spotted the brightly colored clown in question further out in the water with a pink snorkeling set on as he looked beneath the waves. “You two are seriously going to be the death of me..” Bushroot grumbled before stretching both his torso and arms far enough to physically reach the snorkeling jester and drag him back to dry land. “Having fun?” He asked in a voice dripping with dry sarcasm.

Quackerjack answered the sarcasm with a bright smile and a nod. “Yeee-p.” He replied jovially, even popping the P at the end of the word for added effect. “Lots of neat fish out there!” The way he grinned made it hard to tell if he was seriously that childish or if he was just playing it up to further agitate the other duck.

Bushroot let Quackerjack go and rubbed at his temples with his leafy fingers, taking a moment to close his eyes and collect himself. “How the heck you two got anything done before I came along is a mystery…” He exhaled a long-suffering sigh before opening his eyes and looking at his companions (he refused to say partners or friends yet) again. “So, have you guys actually FOUND anything?”

“Well, the fish are busy stockpiling weapons for their rebel army.” The words that left Quackerjack’s mouth were said with the same amount of seriousness he said almost everything with…which was hardly any and sometimes made it hard to tell whether he was joking or not.

“What, did they tell you that?” Bushroot asked with a roll of his eyes.

“No, don’t be silly, Bushy.” Quackerjack said with a chuckle. “Fish can’t talk!” He reached into the pouch on his belt and pulled out a tin of fish bait. “I bribed ‘em with some treats and they showed me their weapons’ cache. The rest was just pantomiming, but I got the gist of it- something about an evil queen about to wage war on the city or something.”

Bushroot opted to ignore Quackerjack’s explanation and instead turned to Megavolt as if to pretend Quackerjack hadn’t said anything at all. “Did YOU find anything, Sparky?”

“Don’t call me Sparky.” Came the automatic reply before Megavolt pointed back to where he’d been standing earlier. “And yeah, I found this weird chunk of yellow stuff in the water over there.”

“Yellow stuff? Great, maybe it’s poisonous…” Bushroot, feeling once again like the responsible parent trying to look after two overly active kids, walked over to the spot in question and looked around for the “yellow stuff” that Megavolt had described. He found it quick enough, and was actually surprised when he reached into the water to pick it up. “Huh?” His hand pulled out an odd cube of something yellow and rubbery. It was shiny like plastic, but squishier like silicon or rubber- almost reminding him of lemon gelatin. What was REALLY surprising, though, was that it had a strand of seaweed passing through the middle of it, like it had formed around the seaweed and inadvertently severed it from its source. “What the heck is this stuff?”

“Uh, Bushy, I think we’ve got BIGGER things to worry about!” Quackerjack’s urgent tone of voice caught Bushroot’s attention, making him turn to see the jester pointing out to sea. “A LOT BIGGER!”

He was about to ask what the other meant, but then he saw what the other duck was pointing at and his eyes widened in alarm before his head hung low and he face-palmed into his waiting leaves. “You have GOT to be kidding me.” Before he could once again dwell on and lament his life choices, he was being dragged away at a brisk pace by Quackerjack and Megavolt’s now-too-familiar grip on his sleeves.

Finally getting his feet under him to run with the other two, Bushroot glanced back briefly to see the source of danger they were currently fleeing from:

A giant tsunami-sized wave of water.

Thanks to Bushroot wrapping his arms around the other two and Quackerjack pulling out his bat (they didn’t see where from- seriously, where did he keep that thing??), they managed to get away from the beach by jumping up into the air, flying away using the bat’s rockets, then using Bushroot’s unraveling feet and Megavolt’s magnetic abilities to latch onto one of the taller buildings further in-land and quickly scale their way to the top before the wave hit.

The building was tall enough to avoid the harsher force of the wave, but the wind and pressure generated was still strong enough to send someone flying. To avoid being separated, Bushroot wound his arms tighter around his friends and unraveled his legs in order to weave them around the metallic railing along the top of the building.

“What the heck?!” Quackerjack shouted over the roar of the wind and water around them while clinging to Bushroot. “Since when is Audobon Bay a tsunami-zone?!”

“It’s not!” Megavolt shouted back to him. “Something must have triggered it! Something like-”

“An army of whales?!” Bushroot asked in an alarmed tone of voice.

“Yeah! Something like that would do it!” Megavolt nodded in agreement.

“Something like that DID do it!” Bushroot inclined his head back out towards the ocean when the first wave began to recede. “Look!”

Megavolt and Quackerjack looked back out towards the ocean as Bushroot instructed and saw, to their surprise, a literal army of whales (sperm whales, to be precise) lining the horizon- all of them decorated with military-like badges and uniform sashes made of common sea-fare such as seashells, kelp, and coral. Seated atop what could be described as the lead-whale due to its extra adornments, was what appeared to be a throne made out of coral.

When the wind and air-pressure died down, Bushroot let the others go and re-formed his feet so they could all walk to the edge of the building and get a better look at the creatures that caused the sudden tsunami.

To help get a better view, Quackerjack reached into his toy pouch and pulled out a glittery pink kaleidoscope. Peeking through it, he twisted and adjusted the view until he could see far enough and gave an impressed whistle. “So THAT’S the evil queen the fish were talking about..gotta say, she definitely fits the bill..”

He handed the unassuming toy to Megavolt so he too could get a look at the coral throne and the person occupying it. When he looked through, he was momentarily impressed to find that, while it still had the shifting rainbow edge of a typical kaleidoscope’s view, the toy also doubled as a powerful telescope that gave a perfect view of its target.

Megavolt saw what could only be described as a female fish mutant sitting on the whale’s back. She was short in stature, but the chipped trident she carried and the various scars and torn fins on her body, along with her dark scales and ripped black body-suit, gave the accurate impression that she was a lot stronger than she looked. “An evil fish queen..that’s definitely a new one for the villain-list..” He said mostly to himself while handing the kaleidoscope off to Bushroot.

Bushroot looked over their enemy-of-the-day as well. “Wow, that’s something you don’t see every day.”

Quackerjack took back the kaleidoscope once Bushroot was done with it. “What, a fish mutant leading an army of whales?”

“No,” Bushroot didn’t even bother looking at him when he handed the toy over to the jester. “You being right about something.”

The duck-duo spared each other a smirk while side-eyeing one another, the healthy dose of sarcastic humor helping to alleviate stress in life-threatening situations for them.

Before Megavolt could tell them to stop joking around, the sound of a loud, bellowing horn brought their attention back to the ocean and the looming threat of the whale army ready to drown the city.

“People of the surface, I am Neptunia- Queen of the Seas!” The fish-mutant had a large conch shell set up in front of her, serving as a megaphone to broadcast her surprisingly regal voice out to the entire city. “For too long the creatures of the deep have suffered under your wasteful ways- polluting our waters with your trash and chemicals, stealing our citizens and resources for food and decoration- but no more!” She held her trident aloft in the air, the army of whales bellowing in response. “Now WE will be the ones on top while YOU suffer below us!!” She then leaned closer to the shell and blew into it, the same bellowing horn sound ringing through the air once again.

At her command, the whales turned around so their tail-ends were facing the city, raised them high into the air, then slammed them down into the water in unison. The resulting impact sent another tsunami-like wave rushing towards the city, driving the heroes into action.

Megavolt looked down at the streets where the people who survived the first wave’s assault were still stranded or injured in the water. “Quackerjack, help me get the civilians to safety! Bushroot, see if you can block off the water somehow!”

“On it!” The other two heroes shouted at the same time before all three of them jumped off the side of the building together.

Bushroot used his long-reaching limbs to grab onto and swing across a series of street lamps and building ledges. As he moved through the air, he reached into one of the pockets on his coat and pulled out a handful of seeds, tossing them down to the ground as he went. “A few philodendrons..some Chinese evergreens…English ivy…and some cork and oak trees for good measure..” With a wave of his hand, the plants began to grow and sprout up at an impressively fast-rate. The trees took root deep in the ground below while the ivy and more hydroponically inclined plants wove around them to help form a make-shift barricade. “Good thing there’s plenty of fresh water already.” Bushroot said as he finished planting the natural barrier.

Meanwhile, Megavolt used his magnetized boots to skate along the sides of buildings and any powerlines that weren’t already destroyed. “Get on top of the cars!” He called over the panicked screams of the people around him as he ran.

The citizens scrambled to do as they were instructed and got on top of any vehicles they could find. Once the majority of them were in position, Megavolt concentrated his electricity and magnetism based powers into his hands and aimed them at the vehicles. The resulting blasts of yellow and blue caused the cars to thrum to live and drive forward on their own. Megavolt controlled their direction with his magnetism and made the cars drive in a straight line towards a free-way ramp.

As the cars got up onto the ramp, Quackerjack was waiting on standby to grab the people off the top and take them to safety. To this end, he’d set up a large area of what appeared to be silly-putty by the base of the tallest flat-topped buildings in the area and had secured himself, as well as a small army of moving teddy-bears, to the roof with a brightly colored rainbow of bungee-chords.

“Alright, boys!” Quackerjack called out to his small, fluffy army. “Remember- the floor is lava, so let’s hurry before this situation gets any hotter!” And with that he leapt from the top of the building to grab the first group of people that arrived on top of the cars, flanked closely by his teddy bear army.

Quackerjack began a pattern with his fuzzy friends of leaping down, grabbing people off the top of the cars alongside his bears, taking them up to the roof, letting go while the silly-putty bounced the cars away to make room for the next group, and repeating the process again once the next vehicle got close enough and leaping over to clip their bungee-chords to the top of the next building when the top of one got too full. The unusual system worked surprisingly well, the plant barricade that Bushroot set up helping to deter the water long enough for Megavolt to guide the vehicles over to Quackerjack so he could get them up high enough to avoid the rising water levels.

It wasn’t until the last vehicles was being unloaded that a problem began to present itself.

Said problem was more waves being sent towards the city. Apparently the fish queen had taken notice of their meddling and changed up her strategy. The whales were now staggering their attacks, resulting in waves that were less intense in size, but much more numerous.

The repeated barrage wore away at Bushroot’s plant-wall and began to create gaps that he rushed to fix, but were growing more numerous by the second. “Could you two hurry it up a little?!”

“We’re going as fast as we can!” Megavolt shouted back to him while guiding the last car towards Quackerjack.

Right on time, Quackerjack and his bears jumped down to grab the final group of people just as a particularly powerful torrent ripped a sizable hole in the natural barrier that had kept it at bay. The resulting surge of water that flooded in through the opening began to quickly submerge the surrounding area.

Quackerjack had been in the middle of grabbing a woman off the top of the car when the waves of water suddenly hit. “Hold on- this ride’s gonna get a little wet an’ wild!” He said to the woman while holding onto her tightly.

The water got to them before the bungee cord could get them back up to the roof. The stretchy cord kept them from being swept away, though, and Quackerjack tried to pull both of them back towards the building. The current proved too strong, however, and the hero and his charge ended up getting buffeted by the waves and slowly dragged under.

“Quackerjack!” Megavolt raced along any available metal surfaces and wires to get to his comrade, Bushroot not far behind. “Hold on, we’re-!”

His exclamation changed into a surprised gasp when a torrent of water suddenly rushed beneath Quackerjack and the woman in his arms. It submerged them briefly before crashing back towards the building, going against the current and racing up the side of it in an odd, rolling motion. It splashed over the edge of the building and deposited the pair along the edge safely where they coughed up any water that had gotten into their lungs before the water receded back down into the rest of the flood below.

The other two heroes were momentarily stunned by the odd wave that had washed Quackerjack back to safety, but they soon recovered and joined him up on the roof with the other civilians.

“You still breathing, clown?” Bushroot asked with an air of indifference that most would consider rude, but the other two were well-aware by now that it was just his way of hiding his concern.

“Yeah..” Quackerjack spit out some sea water that had gotten in his mouth and shook his head to get the water out of his cowl. “Don’t think I swallowed too many fish..” He got to his feet with Bushroot’s help (Megavolt tried to offer him a hand up first, but Bushroot beat him to it with a stern look to remind him that shocking both himself and Quackerjack wouldn’t do anybody any good). “Hey, you guys might think I’m crazy-”

“Bit late for that.” Bushroot said without missing a beat.

Quackerjack rolled his eyes briefly but continued. “-but I’m pretty sure I saw a face in that water just now.”

“A face?” Megavolt repeated with a confused expression. “You sure it wasn’t just the lack of oxygen messing with your vision?”

“Maybe..” Quackerjack shrugged, looking down at the water with a thoughtful expression. “But I’m PRETTY sure it was real…”

Bushroot clapped his leafy hands together, the rustling sound getting the other heroes’ attention. “We can discuss Quackerjack’s growing need for therapy later. Right now, we need to focus on stopping those whales before the little mermaid out there decides to turn the next state over into beach-front property. Any ideas?”

Megavolt looked back out at the sea and their current enemy while weighing their options. “If I can get close enough, then one good zap should knock her out. The only problem is GETTING to her without shorting out.” He looked back to Quackerjack with a quirked brow. “This might be a shot in the dark, but do you have any giant pool noodles or surf boards or something?”

Quackerjack tilted his head back and forth as he thought the question over. “Hmmmmmmmm…no, I don’t think so..” He suddenly snapped his fingers. “But I think I’ve got something else that’ll do the trick!” The jester reached into his toy pouch and pulled out-

“A rubber ducky?” Bushroot asked with a deadpan stare at the grinning clown.

Quackerjack squeaked the small yellow rubber duck in front of Bushroot’s face as if to confirm his assessment. “An all-purpose rubber ducky, thank you very much!” He gave the duck a firmer squeeze and it began to rapidly inflate into a rubber raft with a proportionately big head on the front. “All aboard the S.S.Bath-Time!” Quackerjack said with a grin.

Megavolt just chuckled at the toy maker’s usual enthusiasm while Bushroot shook his head with a barely restrained smile. “Quackerjack, you’re a genius!”

“Tell me something I DON’T know, sparky.” Quackerjack replied with a wink.

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Soon the trio of heroes were riding over the turbulent waves with ease thanks to Quackerjack’s surprisingly sturdy rubber raft. He’d given a brief explanation about counter-balancing weights and a solar powered turbine, but it had been too hard to hear him over the loud whale songs and crashing waves (though Megavolt made a mental note to try asking him about that engine later- they’d have to compare notes sometime).

They’d almost reached the whale the queen was on when something reached up from within the water’s depths and smacked them away. “!!!!” They all shouted in surprise and clung to the raft, looking up to see a pair of giant tentacles flailing about above the water now.

“Oh, great..” Quackerjack said once the raft had reasonably settled again. “A twenty-foot tall calamari buffet and we don’t have ANY dipping sauce.”

Bushroot shook the water out of his petals and glared at the squid that decided to show the rest of its body that had been hidden below the waves. “I think I’d be fine with some sashimi right about now…”

The giant squid glared down at them and tried striking their boat again. Its actions gained the queen’s attention and she looked over to them from her throne with a mildly irritated expression. “You look like the rude peasants that stopped my waves.” She jumped from the back of her whale onto the backs of a few others until she reached the squid and landed on its head. “So, what brings you all the way out here, if I may ask? Come to surrender?”

“Other way around, villain!” Megavolt said while pointing a charged finger in her direction. “We’re gonna give you one chance to call off your army before we send you back down where you came from!”

Neptunia let out a loud laugh, leaning against the side of the squid’s head. “Ha! These locals ARE amusing, wouldn’t you agree, Sebastian?” Her laughter was gone in an instant, turning instead to an icy glare as she pointed her trident down at them. “Now then, darlings, I will give YOU one chance to get your little dingy out of here before my men decide they want duck and rat kebobs with a side salad.”

“Wow, I’ve been upgraded from a weed to a salad- what an honor.” Bushroot said sarcastically with a roll of his eyes as he stood up and prepared to fight.

“I know, right!” Quackerjack chuckled while standing up as well. “Before you know it, you’ll be treated as a full-fledged main course, Bushy!”

“If you guys don’t stop with the food jokes, you’re gonna make me hungry.” Megavolt complained as he stood alongside his comrades with a crack of his knuckles. “We can make one more seafood or fried fish joke, but then that’s it for the food quips, okay?” He adjusted his safety glasses and held out one hand. “Now, let’s take down this deep-sea deviant!”

“Just try not to earn your sea legs today, alright?” Bushroot said while grabbing Megavolt’s hand. At a nod from Megavolt, Bushroot swung him back before launching him off towards Neptunia.

Megavolt landed next to the fish-mutant on top of the giant squid and tried to hit her with an electrically charged fist. The fearsome fish, however, was much more agile than one would assume, and jumped over his attack to counter with a smack using the blunt end of her trident.

While their third member did battle with the sea-queen, Bushroot and Quackerjack took the boat around and began attacking the whales. Bushroot handled the steering at the boat’s rudder while Quackerjack lobbed his exploding red dodgeballs at the tail fins of any whales they passed. Just like during his fight with Bushroot, the balls burst when they hit their targets and covered them in a squishy but sticky red putty that caught on anything they came in contact with- including each other.

As Bushroot saw the whales struggle to get free from each other, he couldn’t help but shake his head slightly in sympathy. “That won’t work unless you can rip your own body parts off- trust me, I know.”

“Good thing we’re not fighting lizard people again!” Quackerjack chuckled while pulling new exploding dodgeballs out of his toy pouch, activating and then throwing them in a steady pattern.

Meanwhile, Megavolt was having more than a little trouble beating the surprisingly strong fish woman. In addition to having the home-field advantage of the squid constantly catching her every time he managed to knock her off-balance, she was also incredibly strong for her size and could easily lift him whenever she got a good hold on him. Add to that the fact that there wasn’t anything metallic for him to grab onto, and one could see why exactly Megavolt was struggling with the fish queen.

He felt like he’d finally caught a lucky break, however, when he managed to grab her arm. “Time for some extra-crispy fried fish!” He channeled what he thought was an appropriate amount of electricity into his hand and experienced a brief moment of elation when his amphibious attacker suddenly went limp…an extremely brief moment, it turns out, as she soon turned the tables on him by grabbing his arm in return. “Huh?!”

She looked up at him with a smirk. “Sorry, darling, but I’ve received better shocks from electric eels.” She used her grip on his arm to suddenly lift him up and toss him towards the water a few miles away. “Why don’t you go ask them for some lessons?!”

“MEGAVOLT!” He heard Quackerjack and Bushroot calling his name in alarm, and even caught a glimpse of them racing towards him on their boat in the distance.

They were too far away, though, he realized with a growing sense of panic. There was nothing for him to grab onto, no way they could reach him in time- just him and the vast ocean that would soon be his watery grave. As he began to lose his forward momentum from the throw and saw the water drawing closer, Megavolt closed his eyes and braced himself for impact with-

-with something squishy?

Opening his eyes hesitantly to make sure this wasn’t some sort of cruel near-death fantasy, Megavolt was shocked to see that he’d reached the surface of the water, as he expected, but it wasn’t water anymore. What he found himself laying on instead was a strange, rubbery yellow substance that looked a lot like the cube they’d found by the beach earlier.

In addition to the strangeness of finding himself suddenly (albeit gratefully) lying on a surprisingly buoyant substance of unknown origin instead of shorting out in the ocean like he’d dreaded, there was an additional anomaly within his yellow make-shift life-raft that Megavolt noticed right away:

Hands.

A pair of hands moving about within the rubbery substance had supported him when he’d landed, taking great lengths to make sure he didn’t hit his head or get whip-lash, and had since then begun to move to the edge of the unknown mass. Once they were on the edge, Megavolt saw something shift in the water by the hands and his little rubber island began to move slowly towards the direction that he’d last seen Quackerjack and Bushroot in.

“Megavolt!” He heard Quackerjack shout his name as the boat he and Bushroot were on got closer. “You alright, Sparky?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” He replied, never taking his eyes off of the water by the hands. There was something odd about the way it moved, rolling about as if it were its own current. In fact, if he looked close enough, he could almost see a faint outline where the water looked a little different, almost like a person’s silhouette. “Hello..?” He asked, reaching out to touch the strange body of water. Unfortunately, making contact with the water was a terrible idea as it resulted in a spark of electricity that made him stumble back and nearly fall off of the yellow island and into the water below. “Ow!”

“Megavolt!” Over the sound of Bushroot calling out his name, Megavolt could swear he heard someone else’s voice yelp at the same time his own had and that there was a sudden and abrupt splash coming from the area he’d touched. “Idiot!” Bushroot’s long limbs stretched out and caught Megavolt before he could fall into the ocean. “What were you thinking?!”

“There’s someone in the water.” Megavolt said once Quackerjack had gotten the rubber ducky boat close enough for him to climb in. He looked back over to the spot he’d last seen the mysterious hands and was disappointed to find they, and the oddly moving current of water, were no longer in sight. “Hey! Anyone out there?!” He tried looking around for the silhouette he’d spotted earlier, but it’s hard to recognize a body of water WITHIN a body of water.

“You saw something, too?” Quackerjack questioned eagerly while searching for anything different in the water.

“Yeah- a pair of hands.” Megavolt explained while the two of them looked around. “And I KNOW I felt something in the water when I touched it.”

“You sure you didn’t just fry your nerves?” Bushroot asked with a disinterested expression.

“Well I’m pretty sure my fried nerves didn’t have anything to do with THAT.” Megavolt shot him a mildly irritated look and pointed at the strange yellow substance before returning his attention back to the water. “Hey! If anyone’s there, thanks for saving me! We could really use your help, though!”

There was a moment of silence, just long enough for Megavolt to doubt himself and what he’d seen, but then they heard him.

“Y-You…want m-my h-he-h-help…?” A deep but timid, gurgling voice asked them from somewhere within the water below them.

Much to their combined surprise, they saw a face appear within the water. It was simple and hardly noticeable had it not been staring dead at them, consisting of nothing more than two round eyes that were barely darker than the deep water around them and a slight line for a mouth.

Their reactions were….intense, to say the least.

“Woah!” Quackerjack gave an excited shout and leaned over the edge of the boat to get a better look at the face, nearly falling out in the process. “I knew it! You saved me too, right?! Are you MADE of water?! That’s awesome!”

Megavolt clung to the boat to keep from falling out while curiously examining the face looking up at them, attempting to see if he could spot any sort of body or silhouette in the water’s depths again, but finding none. “How big are you? Are you the size of the entire ocean, or are you just a concentrated mass mixed in? Do you suffer from any sort of diffusion effects?”

Bushroot just stared at the face in the water for a moment, a look of surprise on his own more solidly defined face. “Quackerjack was right. Twice in one day, too. We’re probably all about to die..” Giving a shake of his head and a sigh, Bushroot soon recovered from his initial shock and looked back to the water. Being much calmer than his companions, he noticed a few signs of discomfort on their new liquid-cohort’s face- the way his eyes shifted, the way he’d open his mouth to say something but close it again, the fact that the water around his face seemed to dip downward in an attempt to physically back away from their barrage of questions. Feeling an odd pang of sympathy for the watery creature and knowing how both Quackerjack and Megavolt could be oblivious to social cues, Bushroot firmly grabbed the two heroes that were half-way leaning out of the boat and firmly yanked them in by the backs of their shirts. “Geez, haven’t you guys heard of a little thing called manners? You’re supposed to wait until the third date to ask a mutant about their powers.” He shot them both a stern glare before looking down at the concave-face by the boat. “Sorry, I know they can be a bit much.”

“O-Oh, it-it’s f-fi-f-i-i-fi-” He seemed to struggle with his speech for a moment before rising back up to be level with the water’s surface. “It’s okay, I-I don’t m-mi-m-mind.”

The speech impediment was becoming glaringly obvious now that they’d had more conversation with him, but the three heroes (two plus a tag-along, Bushroot would have insisted) chose not to call attention to it.

Megavolt was about to say something else to the fascinating water creature, when the sound of loud splashing from earlier began to resume. “Huh?!” Looking back to where they’d left Neptunia and her army, he could barely make out her and her squid freeing the whales from the putty by summoning electric eels to fry the substance to a crisp and peeling it off. “Looks like break time’s over, guys.” He looked back down at the unnamed figure in the sea with a small smile that was partially pleading, but mostly understanding. “We’ll understand if you don’t wanna help- but, if you do, we’d appreciate anything at all.”

And with a quick wave to their new friend, the three took off back towards the tyrannical queen and her army of sea creatures while the hidden figure in the ocean stared after them.

“So, what’s the plan this time, Sparky?” Quackerjack asked while steering the boat so that it would counteract the swelling waves and not send any of them flying off.

“Don’t call me Sparky.” His reply came automatically. “And..same as before, I guess.” Megavolt admitted with a frown. “I’ll try to take down the diva of the deep while you two find a way to stop those waves from reaching the city.”

Bushroot looked at Megavolt with one brow cocked skeptically. “Hate to break it to you, Sparky-”

“Don’t call me Sparky!” Megavolt cut in briefly.

“-but you didn’t do too well against her last time.” Bushroot continued, ignoring Megavolt’s interruption as if he’d never said anything at all. “You got any OTHER plans?”

“Not really..” Megavolt rubbed at his neck while avoiding eye contact with the plant duck. “But..there’s not really much else I can do out here: My powers can’t do anything against those waves, but I can’t just sit by and do nothing.” He looked back up to the pair of ducks in the boat with him, giving them a slightly embarrassed but genuine smile. “The lives of the citizens come first, no matter what- that’s why I have to trust the hard stuff to the heroes that can actually save the day this time.”

The other two ended up smiling at him, although Bushroot tried to play his off by rolling his eyes. “Sappy as usual, huh, Sparky?” Before the usual retort could come, Bushroot reached over and flicked his leafy fingers against Megavolt’s forehead. “We’ll do what we can, but don’t go getting yourself dunked again, okay? Unless getting saved twice in one day by a living puddle is something you want us to tease you for.”

“And you know I’ll have fifty water related puns ready by the end of the day!” Quackerjack grinned teasingly at the electrically themed rodent. “But, hey, if we win it’ll just be water under the bridge!” He laughed at his own joke, falling over momentarily when Bushroot shoved him in retaliation for it.

“See what we have to look forward to?” Bushroot sighed while shaking his head. He looked at Megavolt, holding his hand out to the other man expectantly. “If I have to go through more lame jokes like that, you’ll BOTH be sleeping with the fishes, got it? So no losing.” The thinly veiled words of encouragement and the light squeeze to Megavolt’s gloved hand conveyed everything that the botanist refused to say.

Megavolt smiled softly and returned the squeeze to Bushroot’s own leafy extremities. “Same goes for you two- I don’t feel like finding a mime and a ball of sea-weeds floating in the ocean later.”

Bushroot smirked and flung Megavolt back towards Neptunia just like before, both of them ignoring Quackerjack’s enraged shouts regarding the insult of being compared to a mime even in death.

When he landed on the back of her whale, Neptunia gave the superhero a deadly glare. “Shouldn’t you be six feet under by now?”

Megavolt returned the glare with a challenging grin while charging his hands in preparation for another fight. “Haven’t you heard? Heroism is unsinkable- unlike you and your low-tide dreams of conquest!”

The fish queen grabbed her trident and spun it around, the bored look in her eyes clearly giving away how she felt about a second-round against the city’s protector. “We shall see how water-tight your ideals are when I’m through with you, nave.”

With that, the re-match was underway.

Megavolt had learned his lesson about the small sea-femme’s strength and stuck with distance attacks this time, favoring long-range shots of electricity over his earlier grappling. Neptunia, on the other hand, was trying to close the gap between them with flying leaps and swift thrusts with her trident that the rodent barely dodged.

After knocking her away with a particularly powerful plasma-pulse, Megavolt spared a glance to the whales around them to check on his comrades’ progress.

He wasn’t disappointed.

Quackerjack and Bushroot had resumed their earlier task of trying to stop the whales, but with an update to their tactics: This time Bushroot was the one working to incapacitate the whales while Quackerjack focused his efforts on stopping- or at least slowing down- the waves. The mutated botanist tossed seeds into the water near the whales and commanded them to grow, sprouting up into gigantic kelp forests that wrapped around and tangled the aquatic mammals’ tails to restrict their movements. Meanwhile, his more colorful companion had utilized a slingshot to shoot what, at a distance, looked like tiny capsules into the water along the path of the waves. When the capsules made contact with the water, however, they suddenly expanded at an incredibly fast pace- transforming into giant, brightly colored sponges shaped like dinosaurs, flowers, animals, and many other fun childishly cute things that absorbed the swelling waves before they could get too far.

“Yes!” Megavolt gave a quick cheer of excitement when he saw how well his friends were doing. Oh, he was so glad he wasn’t doing this hero thing by himself anymore! Honestly, there was no way he could’ve handled this one on his-

A loud, bellowing horn suddenly sounded off a few feet away from the sparky superhero, causing him to wince in pain and fall to his knees while covering his sensitive ears. When he recovered from the pain and looked towards the source of the debilitating sound, he saw Neptunia blowing into the seashell horn/megaphone from earlier.

Focusing his energy into his hand, Megavolt sent out a quick blast to break the horn, but the attempt only seemed to further amuse the tidal tyrant. “Too little too late, darling.” She told him with a smirk. “I’m afraid it’s time for the REAL attack to begin!”

Right on cue, the waves began to ripple and churn around them. Within seconds, a battalion of blue whales and a few colossal squids rose up from the water’s depths. Raising her trident as a signal to the newly revealed soldiers, the sea creatures heeded their queen’s call and raised their tails and tentacles in preparation.

Megavolt’s eyes widened in alarm and he turned to his friends, trying to warn them of the impending rush of doom about to head their way. “Guys, get out of there!!” The warning, unfortunately, came too late. Before his eyes a great surge of water was started in unison by the various sea creatures in attendance- a much larger, and far more powerful one that rivaled the tsunami that first struck the town- and Bushroot and Quackerjack were eclipsed and swallowed by the massive wave when it rolled over them. “Quackerjack! Bushroot!” Megavolt rushed to the edge of the whale he was currently standing on, desperately looking for any sign of the two other heroes within the chaotic current. When he found none, he fell to his knees, a look of shock and despair painted across his face. “No…” His voice shook around the simple word, his mind not wanting to believe the situation at hand.

“Aw, poor little washed-up hero. So much for heroism being ‘unsinkable’.” He heard the villainess’s voice drawing closer behind him, but he didn’t have the presence of mind to even bother facing her. “Don’t worry, darling- you will be joining them soon enough.” Megavolt could see the shadow of the fearsome fish’s trident, poised to strike.

“…….” Preparing to finally get back up so he could fight to avenge his friends and do what he could to save the city (even if he wasn’t sure what he COULD do yet), both Megavolt and Neptunia were startled to see a large, rubbery, bright yellow bubble suddenly breach the water’s surface- a bubble containing a water-logged but still breathing Quackerjack with Bushroot holding him protectively as the waves rocked their colorful container. “?!!”

“What?!” Neptunia stared at the bubble in an amusing mixture of anger and shock. “What in the seven seas is that?!”

Megavolt’s face lit up with an excited, confident grin at the realization of exactly what, or rather who, was responsible for the bubble that saved his partners’ lives. “That, you sinister sea creature, is heroism at its best!”

In perfect timing to demonstrate his point, an unnatural swell of water suddenly rose up in the path of the tsunami-sized tidal wave and rushed forward to meet it. Rather than meeting the other wave as water, though, the countering water-wall began to turn into the same bright yellow rubber that had already saved each of the heroes once that day.

The bouncy material proved to be water tight, not allowing any of the liquid through, and even repelling it back out to sea. What’s more, whenever some of the water began to push over the edge of the rubber-wall, it would quickly be converted into the rubber’s mass to help reinforce its structure. Whenever one of those changes occurred, interestingly enough, Megavolt could see a person-sized silhouette moving within the rubber, the figure rushing wherever it was needed to help reinforce the wall and protect the city.

Once the tsunami sputtered to a halt and the waves had calmed down, the rubber wall began to shift once more. This time, it changed shape into what looked like a giant cannon and opened fire on the various sea creatures under Neptunia’s command. The cannon would fire large balls of the rubbery material, but in a looser state. When the balls made contact with the various whales and squids, they would rapidly harden, immobilizing them in rubber shells.

“What?! What’s going on?!!” Neptunia sputtered while looking at the state of her army. “My army! This-This cannot be happening!” Once every squid and whale- minus the one that the pair were currently standing on- was encased in rubber, the cannon dissolved and another unnatural swell of water formed a wave that flowed smoothly & rapidly across the ocean’s surface, scooping up Neptunia’s entire battalion and washing them far out to sea. “NO!” She bellowed in rage, raising her trident threateningly. “The ocean is my domain! The tides bend to my will! I am the queen of the sea!!”

“The sea d-disagrees!” A familiar voice (well, mildly familiar to Megavolt, at least) challenged the underwater usurper while two large waves formed on either side of the whale. The waves soon shifted into a pair of giant hands that grabbed both Neptunia and her whale while forming a protective bubble around Megavolt similar to the one Quackerjack and Bushroot were still in. “Heroes everywhere agree, though- messing with St. Canard is dangerous for villains of all shapes, sizes, and species!” Once Megavolt’s bubble was safely floating on the water below, the large hands lifted the whale and the tyrannical terror of the deep high into the air. “So stay away, or you’ll get double your karma back- guaranteed!”

And with that threatening sales pitch delivered, the hands performed a more literal pitch and, after encasing the whale and the angrily screaming sea-queen in a rubber cube (reminding Megavolt of those gelatin molds people did with fruits or vegetables inside), proceeded to chuck the rubbery prison far off into the horizon in the same direction as the other creatures from before.

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Sometime later, the small group of heroes were gathered on the beach. Their helpful new friend had helped out once again by moving all of the water out of the city and back out towards the bay- he’d even managed to remove any trash and debris from it and left it all in a few dumpsters around the coast.

When he spotted the face in the shallow water along the coast (much smaller now given the lower volume of liquid it was shown in), Megavolt walked over to it excitedly with a grin. “That was amazing! Seriously, we can’t thank you enough for what you did. If it wasn’t for you, we’d all be six feet under by now.”

Quackerjack looked down at the face and nodded in agreement. “He’s right- without you, we’d be all washed up!” He laughed at his own joke, earning an elbow to his side from Megavolt and a smack to the back of the head from Bushroot. Once his giggles had died down, he gave the living water below them a more sincere, less joking smile. “You were great, though, really.” He playfully nudged Bushroot with his elbow. “You’re seriously giving Bushy here a run for his money as ‘most amazing mutant in Saint Canard’!”

Bushroot shook his head at the comment. “Funny, I didn’t realize it was a contest.” He looked back down at the water, a half-smile tugging at the corner of his beak. “But…I guess I could give up the crown for someone like you, since you saved our lives and everything.”

If it was possible for water to blush, they would swear that was what was happening: Two little spots above the face’s mouth had turned slightly darker and there was a bit of steam coming off of them. “W-W-Wow..tha-that’s-that’s …the k-k-kind-ki-n-nicest thing anyone’s s-sai-s-said to me in a l-long-l-long t-ti-i-ti-” He paused to take a breath before continuing. “Th-That’s..the nicest thing a-anyone’s said to me in-in…in a while. Thank you.” It seemed to take some focusing to get everything out so concisely, but he looked relieved to have accomplished it.

Megavolt smiled down at the watery face in understanding. He may not have had a problem with stuttering, but he’d dealt with his fair share of difficulties due to his own “quirks”. Little things like remembering a previous conversation or an address were easy things for most people, but, for him, they were daily challenges he faced with varying degrees of difficulty. He imagined that getting through a sentence like that was a similar struggle for their new friend.

“You deserve that- and a lot more, too.” Megavolt stepped a bit closer, silently acknowledging Bushroot’s leafy hand on his shoulder with a gentle pat as it attempted to dissuade him from getting too close and risk shorting out. He bent over slightly and held a hand down towards the water with a bright smile on his face, hoping that it would be more inviting and less overwhelming than when he first tried to talk to the living liquid. “We would love to have you on our team. If you want to, that is. Like I said before, it’s fine if you don’t want to, but we could really use your help.”

The creature in the water stared at his hand in surprise. “You…Y-You really…want m-m-m-me-e…?”

Quackerjack planted one elbow on Megavolt’s back and leaned on him casually while pretending to look around the coastline. “Oh, do you know any other selfless, heroic, life-saving, super cool living bodies of water around here?” He asked sarcastically before grinning down at the face in the water. “Of course we want you! You’ve got cool powers AND you’re already good at saving lives? We’d be crazy not to ask!”

“Sanity is still questionable, at best.” Bushroot shoved the harlequin off of the rodent’s back with a roll of his eyes, causing him to fall into the shallow water and muddy sand below (though he was quickly helped up by a watery hand that rose up out of the surf). After smirking down at the other duck’s sand-covered face, the plant-duck redirected his attention back to the other mutant. “Either way, there’s no way you could be any worse at it than me.”

Megavolt looked over his shoulder with a frown and a mildly chastising look as he softly spoke the same words to his self-deprecating friend that he always said in these situations. “You’re a hundred times better than you think you are.” He smiled fondly when the usual darker green color settled over Bushroot’s cheeks and he turned his head away in hopes that his long petal-hair would obscure the sight from the others (it never did, but it was endearing to watch him try). Laughing quietly to himself for a moment at the adorable way the grumpy plant-hybrid crossed his arms, Megavolt returned his attention to the water once again, his hand still outstretched as an offering to their potential new member. “So, what do you say? Want to join the greatest superhero team in Saint Canard?”

There was a long moment of silence from the floating face. Then, without warning, it faded away without a single word. Megavolt’s smile slipped, his mind already going over what he must have said wrong to drive away such a wonderful hero. Maybe he’d come on too strong with the team up offer? Quackerjack had gone for it immediately, but Bushroot had taken a while. Maybe he should have-

A hand stretched out of the water towards Megavolt’s own. Just before making contact with it, the water’s consistency changed to rubber so that it could grasp the shocking-superhero without shorting him out. The hand was soon followed by an entire body of water- a person’s body, that is, not the entire ocean. As it rose up from the shallows the water began to take a more defined form, shifting into that of a dog- the water on his body even changed to create the image of a pair of dark blue pants with a lighter blue top and a dark blue tie. When he opened his eyes and smiled shyly at the stunned superheroes, the trio instantly recognized the blue dots from the previously more simple face.

The water-dog shook Megavolt’s hand with his own rubberized one, taking a deep breath before giving them a proper introduction. “Has your city been ruled over by a tyrannical duck with a height complex for far too long? Are a motley crew of thugs, criminals, and/or supervillains causing trouble for superheroes and everyday citizens alike? Then call on the reliable services of THE LIQUIDATOR for all your crime-fighting needs! One round with this hydro-powered hero and the bad guys will be alllllll washed up- guaranteed or your money back!” He finished his introductory sales-pitch with a wink. His confidence quickly deflated, however, when the other three people on the beach just stared at him silently with the same wide-eyed expression. “Um…w-was that to-t-too much..?”

All at once the trio returned to their senses and properly welcomed their new member with open arms- literal ones in Quackerjack’s case.

The colorful clown-hero whooped loudly and wrapped his arms around Liquidator’s shoulders. “You’ve already got a cool name AND lines prepped?! Oh, you are a keeper, buddy!” (They were all too excited to notice the way the dog’s ears twitched slightly at the term of endearment.)

The excitement in Megavolt’s eyes shone brightly enough to be seen through his safety glasses as he looked at Liquidator’s rubberized hand in his own. “Okay, I’ve gotta know- how are you doing this?! Did you just alter the chemical composition of the water to-”

He was interrupted by a leafy slap to the back of his head. “Remember, Sparky- third date.”

“Don’t call me Sparky!” Megavolt said with a pout before looking around at the small group of allies he’d found himself with a slowly growing smile. “I guess we’ll need a new name, huh?”

“Yeah, we’re not the ‘Terrific Trio’ anymore.” Quackerjack raised one hand, keeping the other around their newest member’s shoulders. “Ooh! Ooh! How about the ‘Fearsome Four’! It sounds cool and I know you’re a sucker for alliteration, Sparky!”

Liquidator frowned slightly as he looked at the clown beside him. “D-Doesn’t sound very fr-frien-f-friendly..”

“Friendly…” Megavolt said the word aloud, tapping his chin in thought. “Friendly…” Then, as if to act as a visual representation of his epiphany since there were no lightbulbs to turn on above his head, a shimmering bolt of electricity raced upwards from his boots and curled around his torso all the way up to his head before dancing off the tips of his hair and whiskers. “That’s it!” He beamed at his newly formed team and held a hand out in front of him. “From now on, we’re the ‘Friendly Four’!”

Quackerjack chuckled at the other hero’s enthusiasm and placed his hand on top of the gloved one of his friend. “Sounds good to me, Sparky!”

Liquidator smiled and placed his hand on top of Quackerjack’s. “That…That d-does sound a lot n-nic-cer.”

Bushroot sighed in annoyance, his hands currently shoved deep in his pockets. “I don’t know why you guys insist on including me in your head-count. I keep telling you: I’m not a hero.” Just as Megavolt and Quackerjack were about to argue the subject with him for what felt like the millionth time, they saw one leafy hand leave the confines of its coat pocket before joining the pile. “But…you guys would look pretty stupid if you ran around calling yourselves the ‘Friendly Four’ and there were only three of you…so I guess I’ll stick around until you find someone better to take my place.”

Quackerjack laughed and smiled at the other two members of their group. “You hear that, guys? We get to keep Bushy forever!”

“Hey, I didn’t say that!” The ex-botanist snapped at the toymaker with a harsh glare that was easily tempered by the visible blush on his green cheeks.

As the two launched into a teasing argument over Bushroot’s place on the team, Quackerjack using Liquidator as a living barrier between himself and the irate plant-duck when the greener mutant tried to catch his non-powered ally, Megavolt looked at the other members of his team with an affectionate smile. For at least two decades he’d been fighting for this city all by himself. Now, though, now he had a team.

Things were likely going to get rougher before they got better for the rag-tag group of heroes, but, one thing was for sure:

This team had a bond between them that would not be broken- not even by Negaduck and the other forces of evil plaguing their city. The Friendly Four were going to save the day, no matter what!

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End Notes: Well, that concludes the first story for my Friendly Four universe. I hope everyone enjoyed it ^//////^ I have a lot of ideas for this universe and, for the first couple of stories, they’ll be set up like this with each character or pair of characters getting their own chapter that matches with the theme/title of the story.

Also, just as a funny side note, I didn’t originally intend for it to happen, but it ended up being that each of the heroes ended up defeating the same character their villainous counterparts took out from the Justice Ducks. I always intended for Liquidator to be the one to confront Neptunia, but Quackerjack and Bushroot taking out Shamutt and Morgana just kind of happened by accident and I ran with it.

Gizmoduck was left out on purpose, but don’t worry- he’ll get his appearance in the next installment, and it’ll leave quite an impact on the heroes *cue evil chuckling with lightning flashing in the background*

[madmen]

all of them pls jodie comer janelle monae phoebe waller bridge, have fun

do you have a crush on anyone? yeee on my grilled friend! bitches be havin girled friends.

what’s your favorite candy? i am cadbury dairy milk bar’s bitch! i also really like kitkats especially the mini ones those are so good.

favorite love song? aaaaa it changes with the weather i like so many but can’t take my eyes off of you is always a classic both it and let’s get married (mitski cover) make me feel Warm and the past few months i cannot stop listening to mr mika tiny love. yes this question asked for one but this is me restraining myself i promise. OH it might be being alive from company actually.

what was your first kiss like? technically my first kiss lasted for .0001 of a second in a public high school hallway and it was by accident so i choose to disregard that one because the one after that was very nice imagine. you are on a BEACH it is MIDNIGHT she tastes like some type of wine and you are not sober and do not know what you’re doing so you’re taking MENTAL NOTES and trying to imitate what it feels like she’s doing but you want to live in this moment forever.

what was your last kiss like? it was sweet! well, more like salty because we were crying but it’s because we are simply full of love!

sexual/romantic orientation? i’m a (fleabag godmother voice) LESBIAN

do you prefer poems or love letters? love letters hands DOWN

favorite fanfic trope? i like it when they’re both friends and in love and afraid to say anything for fear of ruining their relationship. there is a name for this but i hate it so i will not say it it’s two words, first one with an m and second one with a p. Don’t know what it is about that second word but. hate it.

have you ever been in love? yes, highly recommend

favorite milkshake flavor? I don’t like milkshakes I think they’re ice cream soup which is disgusting but my favorite ice cream flavor is mint chocolate chip if that counts

dinner dates or brunch dates? I prefer the idea of brunch dates but I wake up hungry so in practice probably dinner dates but like. to diners so I can have breakfast food.

favorite flowers? Pink carnations! Honorable mentions to bleeding hearts and roses that are light orange or light blue or light pink.  

favorite perfume/cologne? no clue

favorite candle scent? if it’s sold during fall i probably love it anything pumpkin-y or slightly-but-not-too-much cinnamon-y

what’s your ideal first date? we go on a funky lil adventure! we see some fancy house and get food together and then see something else maybe a beeg church i like the way they make me feel small and they make me feel Whole when i’m there with someone i care about. maybe go for a walk in my head this is some city we’ve never been to and we just walk and talk and hold hands and point out pretty architecture.

favorite love story? in real life i am still losing it every time i think about how ronan farrow proposed to jonathan lovett via his BOOK. in fiction i am unfortunately stuck at 11 still losing it over both the doctor and rose as well as mary and matthew crawley.

what’s the most attractive thing a person could wear? idk i think suits are hot but i also melt when my girlfriend wears her oversized hoodie she just looks so cute and cozy! i feel like most things are attractive when you’re into a person. also lingerie.

chocolate, vanilla, or red velvet? vanilla!

snow, rain, or sun? rain but not too hard just a nice light mist

sweetest romantic memory? she wrote me LOVE LETTERS!!!!

favorite dating sim (and favorite character)? I have played all of one dating sim, which makes it my favorite by default. Unfortunately, it is UmaPri/My Horse Prince. I did not finish it I got impatient and my apartment watched a playthrough on youtube you don’t even get to fuck horse boy I don’t think you even kiss but it’s still so funny horse boy is obviously the best character.

fictional crushes? leia organa, cheryl blossom or betty cooper (whichever one is more likely to commit a crime on that episode), joan holloway, betty draper, villanelle, all the big little lies milfs, among others.

what’s your dream wedding like? it takes place at the johns hopkins library if i can’t have that then like. some fancy house or library or museum somewhere thats super neat. i don’t know what i wear but i look very nice. all my friends are there and it’s Very Fancy. elegant and refined thats the general Vibe.

what makes you blush? i have no clue i think sometimes when i drink my face flushes so we’ll go with that

do you believe in love at first sight? only in romeo and juliet. i think theres like. a spark at first sight maybe but also not needed for love ya know?

do you believe in soulmates? i don’t know i feel like theres like. maybe a list of people who are your soulmate? like it couldve been this one yea but it also couldve been someone else had circumstances been different like the world is soooooooooooooo big and sometimes theres right place wrong timing i think? i don’t know. 

denim jackets, leather jackets, or bomber jackets? on me? all of the above. on hot gals? leather jackets.

what’s your sign? taurus sun, leo moon and rising

are you single? nope i have a grilled friend! i love her!

do you prefer to charm, or be charmed? both!

guitar or piano? normally i’d say piano but rianne used to play guitar so mixed thots here also it’s so fun to try and teach her piano and hear her lil laugh when i fix her fingers on the keys. answer foggy try again later

favorite romcom (or any romantic movie)? when harry met sally!!!!!! 

do you fall in love easily? i don’t think so but i’ve only done it once so i could be mistaken

valentine’s decorations: yay or nay? i think they’re cute!

would you prefer to propose or be proposed to? what’s your dream proposal? I wanna propose which throws a real Wrench in Rianne’s concurrent desire to propose. Gotta keep the proposal a surprise, soz gang.

cloud gazing or star gazing? Star gazing!

do you like to dance? I cannot dance to save my life but god if I don’t fantasize about it every second of the livelong day

what’s your OTP? please do not make me admit to being into harry potter on main, and worse yet being into dr*rry and w*lfstar it is rightfully embarrassing.

kittens or puppies? I am afraid of almost all living things which includes kittens and puppies but I prefer pictures of puppies

coffee, hot chocolate, or tea? Cofy!

favorite soda? i hate fizz > : ( why does everyone like it when it feels like theres ants crawling on your tongue?

do you prefer gazing wistfully out the window or lying dramatically over the sofa? is there someone to give me atten shun? if so, i’m lying dramatically on the sofa. if i’m on my own it’s window time babey

favorite ABBA song? this one also changes over the years right now i’m gonna say voulez-vous

fuck/marry/kill? (anons name 3 people of your choice) this is so MEAN okay so phoebe waller-bridge’s dad was named in the panama papers i know she has the most exorbitant amount of wealth and i trust her to treat me right. that leaves jodie and janelle cannot stress enough how much i haaaaate having to kill any of them okay at the oscars we saw what janelle’s tongue can do so unfortunately we will be sacrificing jodie comer : / jodie i’m sorry i love you.

favorite pajamas? I don’t own pajamas because I’m a weirdo who either sleeps in their clothes or an oversized long sleeve t shirt and leggings

favorite liquor? vodka for mixing, sourz for shots

do you think about love a lot? yeeeeeeeeeeee

a walk in the park or a walk on the beach? i don’t like sand. it’s rough and it’s coarse and it gets everywhere. Honestly I think I’d rather just walk indoors i am anti fresh air got that sweet sweet hay fever

hand kisses or nose kisses? nose kisses!

what’s your dreamhouse? i wanna live in the city in an apartment and due to the fact that i am american it is unfortunately so big in my head no apartment has ever been this beeg and if it did exist i could not afford it but. it’s so pretty i have fancy kitchen cabinets and my living room is filled with bookshelf upon bookshelf of used books and it has room for my piano and i have a beeeeeg sleigh bed and black cherry furniture and a dishwasher and a laundry room. i come home and am filled with calm.