#they DID respond 'WOOO!!!' at the sight of the babies

[verifiablebot]

the local Youths like to pet my goats as they walk down the road but they always run when they see me and it makes me sad because sometimes i have babies and i would let them see them if they didn't run away!

so today i saw the Youths on the road and lifted both of my new kids above my head, one in each hand, and yelled FRESH BABIES!!! across the pasture like an insane person

only time will tell now if they are more or less afraid of me

[taestefully-in-luv]

Always You | JJK (Drabble#3)

Summary: You have yet to tell Jungkook your big news and he might not take it so well.

Pairing: Always You!Jungkook x female reader

Genre: Angst!!! Smut!!! And fluff too hehe

Word count: 7.3k (I am SO sorry)

Warnings: sad Jungkook, jealous oc, panic attack, oral (male and female receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, multiple positions, cum eating, scratching, marking, overstimulation, mentions of anal (sorry if I forgot any)

Notes: sorry this is long for a drabble! I actually managed to get it down to 7k wooo. Also pls don’t be that mad at oc:) hehe. Make sure to send an ask if you want to chat:) ily guys

Taglist: @seagulljk

© taestefully-in-luv

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The record shop is busier than usual this evening…Yoongi has tried his best to stop by yours and Taehyung’s table to chat but another customer keeps walking in one after the other. You chuckle, waving him off, telling him to work.

“And Jungkook doesn’t know?” Taehyung frowns at you, “Like, this is huge y/n. And you haven’t told him?”

“Not yet, at least.” You admit, bringing your coffee mug to your lips. “I’m going to have to eventually though right…”

“Who else doesn’t know?”

“Everyone knows actually.”

“Oh girl, that’s not good.”

“What do you mean?” you bring the coffee mug back to the table, your fingers strumming the side of the mug.

“You’re telling me he is the last to know? That’s just…not going to sit right with him and you know that.”

Fuck, he’s right. Jungkook is your best friend, your boyfriend, the man you live with, the man you love…and he has no idea you’re about to move to another country. You got accepted to work in Japan for a year and you could not be more excited. But there’s this huge weight on your entire body, the weight equal to one man.

“I know, shit, but I just can’t. He’s going to act so supportive but I know how disappointed he will be. I mean, we just started living together recently you know? Our relationship is going so nicely and I don’t want to ruin that.” You rant, a frown pulling down your lips.

“I finally finished with my last customer.” You hear Yoongi walk up to your little corner of the record shop. “What are we talking about?” he pulls up his chair and sits down.

“y/n still hasn’t told Jungkook about Japan.”

“Still?” Yoongi looks disappointed to say the least. “y/n…”

“Guys, I know!” you throw your hands up, “I’m fucking up.”

“Wait, do the others know that Jungkook doesn’t know?”

“I didn’t necessarily announce that it’s a secret…” you bite your bottom lip, worry filling your body, “And he’s with Jin, Namjoon and Hobi tonight.”

“You should text them and tell them.”

“But it’s not the first time he’s hanging around them since I told them…so maybe I just don’t come up in conversation?” you respond hopefully.

“Yeah, not likely. Jungkook always finds a way to talk about you.” Tae grumbles. “Trust us, we would know.”

“Yeah, he’s right.” Yoongi agrees, “Listen, you need to tell him before he finds out from someone else.”

“I’ll tell him…” you pick up your mug and take a sip, “Tonight.”

~~~~~~

Your apartment is dark and there’s no sign of life—Jungkook must still be out with the guys. You sigh in relief because although you said you would tell him tonight you are already chickening out. You know, you know. A cowards move. But honestly, it’s hard!

Right as you think you’re in the clear, you hear the front door opening from behind you. Jungkook is whistling some tune as he walks in and he lights up when he sees you.

“Baby.” He sings out, walking closer to you. “Hi.” He says before leaning down and pecking your lips.

“Hi, how was your night?” you ask as you slip off your shoes and head towards the bedroom.

“It was nice.” Jungkook continues to whistle, “How was yours? How are Tae and Yoongi? Anything new?”

“No, just the usual.” You shimmy out of your pants and slip off your shirt, leaving you in some panties and a bralette. You walk out of your room and into the bathroom to turn on the shower. The water is cold but is quickly heating up as you turn the knob, you enjoy how hot it’s getting.

“Should I join you?” You hear Jungkook say from behind you. He snakes his arms around your waist and kisses your neck.

“If you want babe.”

“I want you to want me to.” He pouts, “So, I’ll ask again…should I join you?”

You can’t help but giggle, turning around in his grasp and pulling at his shirt.

“Yes, please.” You say as he lifts his arms up for you to lift his shirt off. You eye your boyfriend over, his muscles look so strong and honestly? Did they get bigger? He has been hitting the gym more. His tattoos cover one of his arms and it’s such a sexy sight. You trace your fingers over his body art and he smiles down at you.

“Like what you see?”

“You know I do.” You breathe out and he reaches behind you and unclasps your bra.

“I like what I see too.” He says as your breasts are freed. “God, I love your tits.”

“The water is probably ready.” You smirk, sliding your panties down. Jungkook’s eyes follow your movement, he watches as the panties get dragged down leg by leg.

“Then let’s get in.” He’s taking off his own pants and boxers in one go, leaving him completely naked for you.

The two of you step in the shower, letting the hot water wash over your entire bodies. He lets you go under first as he squirts some shampoo in his palm.

“C’mere.” He commands. You step out from under the water and he massages the shampoo into your scalp, creating a bubbly mess. Then you go back under to rinse, this continues for the conditioner as well and then he’s soon washing your body with body wash, making sure he gets every corner and crevice of your body. Then you do the same for him, he loves when you wash his hair, your nails scratching at his scalp has him groaning.

“Missed you tonight.” He says quietly, “You missed me?”

“When am I not missing you?” you lean up to kiss him. He doesn’t let you lean away though as he leans in further to kiss you deeper. The water dribbles down your faces as you two have your lips moving quickly against one another. He nips at your bottom lip before his tongue tangles with yours, you moan into his mouth and he swallows it.

“Gonna fuck you?” he asks impatiently. His hard cock slipping between your folds as he grinds into you.

“Yes.” You respond breathlessly. “Yes.”

~~~~~~~

You slip on one of Jungkook’s t shirts and a fresh pair of panties and slide into bed. You find yourself in your boyfriends strong, warm arms. You lay your head down on his chest and listen to his heart beat. It’s racing. Why?

“Jungkook—”

“So anything new?” Jungkook cuts you off, his heart doing a million things.

You’re quiet for a few moments before you speak up again.

“Nope.”

You hear Jungkook sigh out heavily…then he’s moving from beneath you and getting up to turn on the lamp.

“You sure?”

“I’m sure?” You sit up on your elbows, confusion drawn on your face.

“y/n…” you hear him softly warn, “I’m giving you a chance to tell me.”

“Tell you what? I have nothing to tell you?”

That’s the moment you think you can physically see Jungkook’s heart break in his chest. His face falls dramatically as a frown takes over.

“Nothing at all?” he asks quietly and that’s when you know. He knows.

“What are you talking about, Jungkook?” you decide to say instead of the truth and his face twists into a look of disappointment.

“Were you ever going to tell me?” he looks down at his hands, “That you are apparently fucking moving? To japan?”

You feel yourself go pale.

“I—”

“I have known for a few weeks.” Jungkook admits, “I’ve been giving you time to tell me but it came up again tonight…and I just couldn’t wait anymore. But it seems like you were never going to tell me.” He grits out. “Were you?” His voice is pleading now. “y/n, were you just going to leave without saying anything?”

“What? No! Of course not!” you rush to say, “I just—”

“And you told literally everyone else except for me. Why am I the last to know? Shouldn’t I have been the first person you told? Didn’t you want to like, discuss it with me first? Or did you just make the decision immediately that you’re moving there without even considering me?” he sounds so pained, like speaking isn’t something he excels at.

“Jungkook, what do you mean discuss it with you? It’s my decision,”

He looks at you incredulously, his eyes wetting with tears.

“Of course its your decision at the end of the day but we should still have discussed it! We live together, we are planning a future together!” he cries out. “Or were you going to break up with me?”

“What?! Jungkook no—”

“Maybe that would be for the best, you can’t even tell me something like this—”

“Jungkook stop.” You feel your eyes gloss over, and a few tears slide down your face. “Don’t even talk about breaking up.”

“Why not?” He spits out, “You don’t even tell me shit or consider me in the big things in your life.”

“That’s not true…” you cry. “I was just scared. I thought you would be more supportive…”

“The problem isn’t Japan, y/n.” Jungkook states. “It’s the fact that you couldn’t even tell me about it or discuss it with me. We can make this work but you didn’t even give me a chance to try.” Tears prick his eyes as he speaks and you feel yourself go numb. You fucked up, you should have told him…but you don’t think either way would have been easy.

“I’m sleeping on the couch tonight.”

“Wait! No…” you grab for his hand and he exhales deeply.

“Let go of me, y/n.”

“No.” you say, your stubbornness taking over. “No.”

“Why not?” he asks, using his other hand to wipe at his face.

“I love you Jungkook, and I’m sorry.”

“I love you too, y/n. But I’m mad.” He says, tugging his hand away from you. “I need some space.”

~~~~~

“Space?” Jimin asks with a frown, “Don’t you leave in like a month? Isn’t space the last thing you guys should have?”

“You’d think so. But it’s been 5 days Jimin.” You take a swig of your beer and wince at the bitter flavor. “He’s pissed.”

“And he has every right to be, babe.” Jimin points out, “Full offense but you fucked up.”

“I know…” you tug on your hair, “Last time I gave him space he didn’t talk to me for three months…” you say, worry laced in your voice. “How do I know he won’t disappear on me again?” you choke out, “That would fucking crush me. I need to talk to him.”

“I know where he’s at tonight.” Jimin admits softly, “Should we go?”

You nod your head as Jimin stands up and grabs his keys, he walks towards the front door and glances over at you.

“Coming?”

“Yes.”

You and Jimin pull up to some bar downtown, it’s in a shadier part of town and you wonder how Jungkook ended up in a place like this. You guys get inside and see Jungkook and Taehyung sitting at the bar with 3 girls surrounding them. You can’t help the way your chest tightens at the sight. Jimin looks over at you and offers you a soft smile.

“They come here to talk to girls?” you bitterly question.

“Does it look like Jungkook is even sparing one of them a glance? He just came with Tae.” Jimin defends and you roll your eyes, you still can’t help but feel irritated.

Jungkook sits here at the bar with a whiskey, taking sip after sip. He looks tired to say the least, he looks plain tired. He doesn’t even notice you coming up to them, he just takes another sip of his drink.

“Why doesn’t your friend talk?” One of the girls slurs out, “I want to talk to him.”

“Oh him?” Taehyung points at Jungkook, “He has a….y/n.” his eyes widen when he spots you.

“A y/n?” the girl asks, clearly confused.

“Yes, a me.” You say harshly, “His girlfriend.”

Jungkook hears your voice and sighs out, setting his drink down. He slowly turns in his bar stool to face you, his tired face becoming even more tired.

“What are you doing here?” he slurs out. “I said I needed space.”

“So you two are broken up then?” the girl asks, “Don’t call yourself his girlfriend—”

“She is my girlfriend.” Jungkook rolls his eyes, “I just needed some time to think.”

“Oh? With all these girls around?” you spit out. “This what you do when you need space?” You place your hands on your hips. “Talk to other girls?”

Jungkook looks at you like you’ve lost your mind, he shakes his head with a frown,

“Does it look like I’m talking to them?” he asks you, incredulously.

“It’s been 5 days Jungkook, how much space do you need? Need another three months?” he hears your voice crack as you speak and he feels himself deflate.

“Baby, I wouldn’t—”

“You wouldn’t do that?” You ask, tears pricking the corners of your eyes, “You’ve done it before.”

Jungkook stands from his bar stool and walks towards you, grabs your hand and leads you outside.

“Let’s go home.” He says softly, “We can talk.”

Jungkook pulls out his phone and orders an uber. The ride gets here within 5 minutes…you two stay silent the whole ride over to your apartment.

Once the uber pulls up to your apartment, Jungkook takes your hand and interlocks your fingers as you two exit the vehicle.

The walk up to the apartment is only a couple minutes, those are silent as well. He keeps his tight grip on your hand though, never letting go.

“We’re home.” Jungkook whispers when you two get inside. “We should drink some water.”

You nod your head in agreeance, heading towards the kitchen. Jungkook follows behind you, he watches your figure as you stumble forward. He exhales a deep, deep breath and rolls his eyes. You’re a little more tipsy than he first thought and he thought he was sort of drunk.

“y/n…maybe we should just get some sleep…”

“No, you said we were going to talk!” You yell out over your shoulder as you reach for two glasses for water. You grab the pitcher from the fridge and pour you and Jungkook a glass. He comes up behind you, and takes a glass and begins drinking it back slowly.

“I still think we should sleep on it tonight—”

“Oh? You on the couch? And me alone in the room?” you spit out, “That’s how we’re going to ‘sleep’ on it?”

“Alright, you obviously want to talk—”

“Yeah, no fucking shit.”

“Hey…” Jungkook winces, “You don’t have to cuss at me.” He says softly, “Let’s just talk.”

“How long were you going to go without talking to me, hm?”

“Maybe as long as you didn’t tell me about Japan?” Jungkook snaps. He doesn’t mean to snap, of course. But he’s starting to become frustrated. You look at him with shocked eyes, feeling guilty all of the sudden. Maybe you deserved that.

“Jungkook I said I’m sorry—”

“Maybe sorry isn’t good enough.” He grits out, “You kept something so important from me, and didn’t even think it was something we should discuss together. As a couple…as a team.”

You breathe out, trying to calm yourself, the guilt beginning to eat you alive. As a team?

“I was serious…” he begins, his chest starting to heave. “We can make it work if you’re wanting to go abroad. But y/n you have to actually tell me so we can seriously discuss it.” His pained expression feels like a stab to the gut. “Because I won’t lie to you…this isn’t going to be easy for me. I’m so…” he chokes up, “I’m so attached to you.” He finishes with a hard gulp. His eyes stinging with tears, “I’m so in love with you that I don’t know how I can physically be without you.”

“Jungkook…” you stand here with your own tears threatening to fall. “You can be without—”

“No!” he cries out, “I don’t think so.”

“You’re stronger than you think, baby.” You walk closer to him and he falls forward into your arms, you catch him and try your best to hold him up as he starting sobbing into your neck.

“N-No.” he chokes on his sobs, “P-Please don’t-please don’t…don’t leave me.” He manages to cry out between harsh breaths. “I need you.”

Your heart cracks and breaks into maybe tens of millions of pieces, then those pieces manage to get even more crushed. So, this wasn’t just about you not telling him…this goes deeper than that.

“Baby, I’m not leaving you. I would never leave you. I’m yours forever.” You remind him softly, caressing his back as he continues to weep. “We would make plans to see each other every few months, remember?”

“You—you want to l-leave me.” He cries harder into your shoulder making you screw your eyes shut so your own tears don’t spill over.

“Baby that’s not—”

“Why am I never good enough to make the people I love stay?” he whispers, his quiet sobs taking a toll on his tired body. Your eyes go wide at his comment…this is much, much deeper than you thought.

“Jungkook…” you whisper his name over and over, trying to calm him. Your hand massages his scalp and he continues to cry.

You don’t know what to say at this point…you don’t think any words you can say will work…will comfort him. Only ‘okay I won’t go’ but you can’t…you can’t say that. Because it would be a lie. You’ve already made your decision and that’s that you are going. You’ve already accepted and made the arrangements to fly out, you’ve already been placed in an apartment, everything is already done. And yes, you feel bad. Awful actually but this is something you really want to do, for you. You want this, you need this. And you hope Jungkook will become more understanding. You know he will…he’s just drunk and emotional right now. But you can tell these are his real feelings.

“Do you still love me?” Jungkook chokes out and your face twists into a frown. This is it, you finally cry. His unsureness breaks you.

“What are you talking about?” you let a few tears stream down your face, “I love you more than anything, anyone.” You hug him tighter, your arms becoming sore from how hard you’re holding on to him.

“Then don’t leave.” He begs into your neck and you fall to your knees, bringing him down with you. You feel so fucking conflicted.

“Baby.” You cry out, “Please understand.”

Jungkook shakes as he cries, like he’s beginning to hyperventilate. He tries to speak but only harsh, quick breaths leave his open mouth. He brings his head back and he looks at you panicked, like he can’t breathe.

“Okay, calm down, calm down.” You whisper, rubbing his back. “Breathe, my love. Breathe.”

Jungkook shuts his eyes and shakes his head, he is struggling to find that breath. He continues to breathe out quickly, panic rising.

“In and out, in and out.” You continue to rub his back, “I’m here my love, I’m here.”

Jungkook tries his hardest to take a deep breath but it’s so hard, so fucking hard. He opens his eyes and they scream for you, they are wide and pleading and you feel so fucking heartbroken.

“Come on, in and out…that’s it Jungkook. In and out.” He follows your instructions, trying his best to breathe in and out as steadily as possible. He finally manages to calm down only for him to break down even more…he closes his eyes and starts crying harder this time.

“Jungkook.” Your voice cracks, “Please calm down.” You feel yourself becoming more and more anxious as well.

“I love you, I love you, I love you.” You whisper out over and over until he’s quieting down. You don’t stop though, you continue to repeat the words until his breathing sounds stable again. You don’t stop caressing his back either, you just continue to do what you can to comfort him.

“I know you do.” Jungkook finally whimpers out. “I know you do. I’m sorry.” He sniffles into your neck. “I’m sorry.” His voice breaks and you squeeze your eyes shut.

“Don’t be sorry baby, you have nothing to be sorry for.”

“No, I do.” He says a little more calmly. “I shouldn’t try to make you stay. If you want to go…then that’s what you want and I want to be nothing be supportive of what you want.”

“It’s not because I don’t want to be with you Jungkook. I wish you could just quit your job and come with me, to be honest. But I know I can’t ask you to do that.” You rub his back some more. Jungkook lifts himself off your shoulder and looks into your eyes.

“I know.” He sighs out, “I know. It’s just…it’s just for a year, right?” his big doe eyes bore into yours.

“Just a year babe.” You promise, “And I will see you every few months, and we will talk every day.”

Jungkook nods his head and tries to smile for you but it’s tense and strained and you frown again.

“It’ll be fun when you come to visit me…” you try to lighten the mood. “Imagine all the food we will try and all the sights we will see.”

“Yeah.” Jungkook tries smiling again, this time it’s a little more relaxed.

“And all the sex we will have in a different country?” you playfully wiggle your brows and Jungkook laughs while sniffling.

“I will kiss you in every famous spot in Japan.” Jungkook offers, “And we’re going to take a million pictures. And you will video chat with me every single day, right?”

“Every single day.” You repeat, “And you won’t be alone,” you remind him, “You have the guys, our friends. They’re just as much as family…”

“Yeah, I know.” He sniffles again, “I know.”

“I really am sorry for not telling you first…I was just so scared…I knew you would be disappointed…”

“Baby, I’m not like, entirely disappointed. I am also really happy for you. I’m just a bit sad for selfish reasons.” He admits. “I got so emotional…”

“You don’t think I would ever leave you, right? That you are 100% good enough. You are the love of my life, Jungkook.”

“I’m happy to hear you say that.” He sighs out. “I’m sorry for what I said…I was just…” he begins to get choked up again and you immediately caress his cheek.

“I know. You don’t have to explain…” you whisper. “We’re going to be okay.”

“More than okay.” He smiles at you with his brows pulled together. “Right?”

“Right.” You lean in and your lips meet his. You kiss him over a few times, and he lazily kisses you back.

“Let’s go to bed?” you begin to stand up, taking Jungkook’s heavy body with you.

“Okie.” He nods his head and follows you into the bedroom. “Take my clothes off for me.” He raises his arms above his head and waits patiently.

You chuckle at the sight but agree nonetheless. You walk to him and lift his shirt up, throwing it to the side. Then you are unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants, dragging them down his legs. He lifts one leg at a time as you slip them off…you’re dropped to your knees as you take them off his body.

“While I’m down here…maybe I could…” you play with the elastic of his briefs and he can’t help but chuckle.

“We can just go to sleep…” he offers shyly but you can see the outline of his length begin to twitch.

“I just want you to feel good…” you begin pulling the briefs down slowly, his half hard cock making an appearance.

“You always make me feel good.” He admits between a rough breath.

“Good.”

You grab onto his thick thighs and he stumbles backward until he’s gripping the desk in your room, he braces himself, staring down at you with soft eyes.

“Wanna make my baby feel so good.” You say, inching your face closer to his growing member. You haven’t even touched him yet and his cock is twitching uncontrollably. You watch as it gets harder and harder.

“Then make me feel good.” He breathes out, the desperation in his voice doesn’t go unnoticed by you.

You finally walk your fingers up his thigh until you’re softly stroking his dick. Your fingers lightly gliding up his growing length. He softly moans out, but he isn’t really, truly whining until you grip his cock and squeeze his head lightly.

“Fuck.” He sighs out, his hands going to your hair. “Love your touch, baby.”

“How about my mouth? Do you love that too?” you ask, as your face gets closer and closer until he is feeling your warm breaths fan over his cock.

“Please.” He begs cutely, “Need you.”

You bring his cock to your lips, you circle his cock over your mouth, your chin, your nose, all over your face. He groans at the view you are giving him, his tip beginning to leak precum. You dart your tongue out to lick him clean and he throws his head back.

“Please.” He begs again and you chuckle darkly.

“So needy.” You say , “Baby so needy.” You finally take his cock in your mouth, you wrap your pretty lips over the head and lightly suck making his eyes roll to the back of his head. He grips your hair tighter as you take him further into your mouth. He’s losing it. Your mouth feels like heaven, the way you lightly suck, the way your tongue drags up and down his length and swirls around the head of his dick, the way you take him further, so deep that he’s hitting the back of your throat.

You begin to bob your head up and down as you start to allow him to access all his pleasure. He groans loudly as you pick up your pace, his hands falling back down to his sides as he finds the desk again and he holds on tightly.

You take him deeper, causing you to choke on his cock and he smirks down at you.

“Having trouble there?” he asks as you continue to gag on his throbbing length, you just moan in response, the vibrations causing him to screw his eyes shut and cry out in pleasure.

You continue to suck on him for who knows how long, your jaw starting to become sore but his whines are enough for you to keep going. Your eyes wet with tears and he is in awe of the sight you allow him.

“I want to come…” he pants out, “But inside you.” He admits between harsh breaths, “But I want to enjoy this for a few more minutes…please.” He begs and you nod your head, you take your mouth off his cock and use your hand to stroke him over and over. You look up at him with your big eyes and he melts. He wants to come so bad, just not like this.

You open your mouth wide and stick your tongue out, then you take his cock and slap it over the flat of your tongue and he basically fucking loses it. You then swallow him whole again, sucking on his dick so deliciously.

“Okay, okay…” Jungkook pants out, “Let me fuck you.” He’s lifting you up by the arms and spinning your body to be up against the desk. He shoves everything to the side and on to the floor as he goes in between your legs.

“Up.” He says, helping you sit on the edge of the desk. His hands scramble to your shorts, he’s quick to unbutton them and drag the zipper down, taking them off you. Leaving you in your shirt and panties. Then he’s ripping off your shirt and bra.

“Let’s see how wet you are first.” He snickers to himself with dark eyes. His fingers rub the outside of your panties and finds them to be very damp.

“Good girl.” He pushes your panties to the side and pushes two fingers inside you immediately causing you to gasp out.

“Let me stretch you a little first.” He moves his fingers inside you as you nod your head frantically in approval. “Good girl.” He repeats and you roll your eyes to the back of your head as he begins to scissor his fingers. You wish he would keep his fingers inside you but much to your dismay he’s pulling them out and licking them clean.

“Mm.” he sucks on his fingers and winks at you. “Love this taste. My favorite flavor.” He whispers to you and you blush.

“Gonna fuck you right here, okay?”

“Please Jungkook. Need your cock so bad.”

Jungkook smirks at you before his smile turns soft and he looks at you with eyes full of adoration.

“Need me?”

“Always need you.”

Jungkook nods his head slowly as he grabs a hold of his length, he gets closer to you, his cock brushing against your clit and you close your eyes in pleasure. He rubs his cock over your clit over and over until you’re a moaning mess. He smiles at you again before lining his cock up to your entrance and slowly, very slowly pushes in. Good lord, his cock is entering you so fucking beautifully, the way he brushes against every special spot inside your tight pussy has you arching your back in pleasure.

Jungkook releases a long, harsh breath as he bottoms out, he stays still for a few moments before he’s sliding in and out of you. His thrusts are intentional, every single one has a purpose. They’re hard, fast and rough. You claw at his back, leaving long lines of pink and red down his back which only encourages him to fuck you harder. One of your hands trail up his body until you’re in his hair, you pull on the strands as your wrap your legs around his tiny waist, your heels digging into his lower back.

Jungkook lifts you from the desk and lightly slams your bodies into the wall next to the door as he continues to fuck into you. You toss your head to the side, giving Jungkook access to your neck, which he gladly accepts the invitation. He kisses you throat, and sucks into your skin. You whine at how good everything feels. Your bodies roll over the wall until you’re at the entrance of the door and Jungkook carries you over to the hallway, fucking you up against that wall as well as you scream out his name.

“Gonna fuck you on every surface of this apartment.” Jungkook promises you. “So you have a memory of a new spot every time you think of this apartment you will be reminded of how I fucked you.” Your legs begin to sliding down over his ass, and he uses his strong arms to bump you up higher, his cock never leaving your pussy.

He walks you over to the couch and lays you down on it, you’re flat against the sofa as he stays standing, fucking into you faster and harder. His cock is throbbing and aching for release but he endures it, his moans filling the room.

You try your hardest to keep your orgasm at bay, but it’s becoming so difficult as his dick is reaching that spot deep within you that has your body going tense. You try so hard you really do but before you can even warn him you feel your body electrifying with intensity as your orgasm washes over you like a huge wave of warm water. You scream, you cry, you moan out in pleasure. But Jungkook doesn’t stop, he slows down though, giving you a moment to relax.

“This isn’t over.” He warns. “I still have to fuck you from behind, still need your fucking gorgeous ass.” He’s lifting your weak body up and momentarily taking his cock out of you to walk you to the kitchen, his hands make their way into your hair and he guides you to bend over the counter. It’s cold against your breasts and you shiver.

“Spread your cheeks for me baby, give me that view.”

You are still out of breath from your orgasm but you listen to him, you reach behind you and spread your ass apart to show him your used pussy.

“Fucking beautiful. So wet.” He groans. “One of these days you’re going to let me fuck this ass aren’t you?”

Your eyes widen but you nod your head frantically, already loving the idea.

“Words baby.”

“Yes.” You moan out as you feel his cock being shoved back inside you, you choke on air as you feel him start thrusting again. You really fucking gasp when you feel his hand come down on your ass hard.

“Love this ass. So fucking much.” He says, panting. “Can’t wait to stick my cock in it and fuck you.” His words go straight to your pussy. God, you don’t want to come again this quickly but his cock feels so god damn good.

“Tell me you want me to fuck this ass.” He grunts.

“I want you to fuck me in the ass.”

“Next time, baby.” He promises, his thrusts still fucking you with so much purpose. He pulls you by the hair causing you to arch your back even more and he falls in love with this view. He loves your boobs, but he’s definitely an ass man. He will argue he loves both but the way your ass is pushed into his crotch right now…he could honestly lose his mind.

He lifts you up again, by the hair—mostly gently. And he now has your body pushed up against the fridge, your face being smooshed into the cold silver box. Your fingers dragging leaving prints down the fridge as he lifts one of your legs to fuck you at a better angle. You cry out, he’s hitting that spot again and you feel yourself losing all composure.

“I’m gonna come again Jungkook.” You warn him this time between your rough breaths.

“I’ll come with you. But we aren’t done.” He starts thrusting faster, the sound of his skin slapping your skin is honestly pushing you further into your orgasm. You feel the warmth travel through your whole body and you feel the band fucking snap. God, you are coming so hard, creaming around his cock as he slows down his thrusts to come into you, his breathing is so heavy as he starts to come. When he stills his hips he’s releasing a loud, low, guttural moan and you could come again just from the sound.

Jungkook starts whining uncontrollably as he starts to move his hips again, slowly grinding into yours and you wince at the pain, the overstimulation. He cries out, it’s too much for him as well but he doesn’t stop.

“Wanna keep fucking you.” He screws his eyes shut, thrusting into you slowly and carefully. He brings your body closer to his, your back flush against his chest and he walks you over to the breakfast table. He leaves your body, quickly takes his cock out of you and sits down on the chair and orders you to sit in his lap. He gestures towards his cock and smirks.

“Sit.”

“Jungkook…” your eyes slightly wet, “I can’t”

“You can and you will.”

You crawl into his lap and hover over his aching cock, he looks up at you and whimpers.

“hurry.”

You slowly sink down onto his length, the feeling so fucking euphoric. He slams his eyes shut and nods his head.

“Ride me.” He softly commands. You lift yourself up and lower back down again, this angle has you seeing fucking stars. You start to ride his cock a little faster now, slamming down on his hips and he grips your hips helping you rise and sink down on his cock.

“Fuck I am gonna come again.” He says, meeting your thrusts half way. He lifts his hips and fucks you from beneath you. He’s going feral now, losing all control. His cock is so hard, so needy, aching so badly for you, for release. You lean down and start kissing him, nibbling on his lips, nibbling on his jaw, nibbling on his neck. He cries out and thrusts into you so harshly now, you feel your high building and building. You’re going to come soon, but then you’re completely overwhelmed when you feel Jungkook’s fingers on your sensitive bundle of nerves. You scream in pleasure, yelling out his name as he fucks you. The chair threatens to screech backwards as you two fuck so roughly on it.

“I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come.” He yells out, his hot seed shooting inside you as he halts his movements. His fingers still rub your clit quickly and you are pushed over the fucking edge—again. You cry as you come. You grit your teeth as this powerful orgasm hits you. You’re so overwhelmed as your whole body shakes.

“Oh fuuuuuuuck.” You yell out and Jungkook grins at the ceiling as he tries to catch his breath.

“Holy fuck.” You pant out, “Mother of god.”

“Good?” he breathes out heavily, stroking the skin on your cheek. “felt good?”

“It was so fucking good Jungkook.” You whine, your body going week as you collapse on top of him. He’s just as tired as you are but finds the strength to lift you up and carry you to the bedroom.

He gently lays you on the edge of the bed and spreads your legs apart. He watches with focused eyes as his cum and your cum spills out of your used hole. He licks his lips and buries his head between your legs, you immediately release a high pitched moan when you feel his tongue cleaning you up.

“Jungkook I can’t.”

He only grunts as he swallows down both of your cum, you roll your eyes so far back into your head that all that is seen is the whites of your eyes.

“So good.” He whispers, lifting himself up and crawling over your body, his lips finding yours in a slow, tender kiss. You open your mouth as you moan, and he takes advantage and slips his tongue in. You can taste yourself on his tongue and you moan in satisfaction.

“We really need to shower. We’re so sweaty.” You laugh, kissing his shoulder.

“Then let’s go.” He says in your ear and you groan, not able to move.

“I can’t. I’m so fucking tired. You exhausted me.”

Jungkook looks down at you with a cocky grin. He lifts the duvet up and helps you slide underneath, then he is joining you.

“We can shower in the morning, let’s sleep.” He offers you and you smile in approval.

“Even though we’re so gross?” you ask, yawning.

“I’ll love you no matter how gross you are.”

~~~~~~

Waking up to Jungkook’s head buried between your legs has got to be one of your very favorite things. He starts with kissing up your legs, he starts at your ankles, works his way up your calves then finally he’s at your inner thighs. Kissing, nibbling on the soft skin and you mewl at the contact.

“Jungkook…I’m so sore.” You admit shyly, and he looks up at you with big, doe eyes.

“Just my tongue then.” He assures you, as his lips grow closer and closer to your pussy. You throw your head back on the pillow and wait in agony for his tongue to finally find your clit. He takes his time though…he continues to kiss your inner thighs, and caress your skin lovingly.

“I love you.” He whispers.

“I love you t—”

His tongue licks a hard, long strip over your pussy…and when he finds your clit he’s lightly sucking on it causing you to moan out. He licks it over and over, his face getting so wet with your juices and his spit. He eats you out messily, his nose bumping your clit as he licks you, then he travels up until he’s flicking his tongue over your clit quickly. It doesn’t take much for you, you hate to admit, but you feel the rise of your high. The tension growing and growing until its fucking snapping. You come all over his tongue and he smiles into your pussy, letting you ride out your high. He squeezes your thighs with his hands and leans back and watches as you have your eyes closed, and your lips apart. You quietly cry out, your face twisted in pleasure.

“That was fast.” He teases you. “Might be the fastest you’ve ever came.”

“I think I’m still sensitive from last night…” you open your eyes and stare up at him, “You were so amazing.” You tell him breathlessly.

“Me? Baby you’re the one who did amazing. Such a good girl.” He cleans his face with the back of his hand and makes his way next to you on the bed.

“I’m sorry for last night.” He sighs out, “I was…”

“It’s okay baby.”

“It’s not okay. I’m not selfish, I promise. I want you to follow your dreams, and I want to be as supportive as I can be.”

“I know.” You say softly. “You did have me worried there for a moment though…” you admit, your eyes sliding to the side. “I don’t want you to feel like I’m abandoning you, Jungkook.”

“I know…Fuck, I’m so sorry. I don’t want you to feel responsible for me.” He curses under his breath, “I think this year will be good for both of us.” He tries admitting. “I clearly have abandonment issues.” He tries laughing and you frown. “I think…I have to learn to be my myself too.”

“But Jungkook you won’t be alone, you have our friends.”

“I just mean…be without you.”

“Oh.”

“But you’ll still talk to me every day.” You try to smile but tears fill up your eyes. “We’re going to be a successful long distance relationship story.”

“Yeah,” he smiles for you and you believe in it, “We will be.”

~~~~~~

“So fucking does solve all problems.” Jimin comments playfully, taking a sip of his wine. You hit his shoulder with your fist and smile slyly.

“Something like that.”

“I’m glad you guys worked it out though…” Jimin looks at you more seriously, “I hope you learned your lesson not to keep things from him again.”

“Yes dad.” You roll your eyes. “I learned, I learned.” You throw your hands up in defeat.

“Ew, save the daddy talk for Jungkook.”

You quirk a brow at him, “I don’t call Jungkook daddy.” You laugh. “But I might if he asked me to.”

Jimin’s face twists into a look of amusement. He doesn’t even look disgusted, just proud. Classic Jimin.

“So, are you all packed?”

“Getting there.”

“You guys will be fine, you know?” Jimin looks at you with a soft, assuring smile.

“Trust me, I know.”

[prettytoxicrevolver]

I Love You | Quackity

Requested? No but I did 

Warnings? None just really wholesome and chaotic Quackity 

Summary: You tell Alex you love him for the first time 

Word Count: 1,653

“WE POPPIN OFF CHAT!!” Alex yells excitedly and you giggle from his bedroom upstairs.

Your boyfriend Alex was going to be streaming practically all night long. It wasn't an uncommon occurrence for him to be streaming and playing video games with his friends all night while you relax in his room.

You often turned on his stream, listening to your rambunctious boyfriend scream to his friends about god knows what and thanking fans for various subs and gifts. Tonight, he was playing Five Nights at Freddy with George and Karl, and then George picked skribbl.io, and then Karl was going to host Jackbox.

You never mind Alex streaming as much as he did, Alex loved streaming and he always left you laughing for hours. Not only that, his friends were your friends so you loved listening to them as well. It closed the distance you all were feeling incredibly these days. 

You hear Alex thank his chat for subs for a bit and just as he greets George and Karl into the stream, you decide to try and get some work done. You and Alex were both still in school, working on your respective majors, and had millions of little study sessions together. 

You loved spending time sat across from each other on the couch, work spread out around you, and neither of you doing any of your homework for long. Whether it be Alex getting distracted, sitting on his phone for a bit before coming to bother you, nudging his face into your neck. 

Or, you get distracted. Flopping yourself down into your boyfriend's embrace as he giggles cutely, running a hand through your hair before kissing you softly. 

You both did get your work done though, helping each other to push through difficult finals and assignments. You were always there for each other. 

Tonight you were focused on an important essay that was due in the next few days. You were hoping to get a good portion done while Alex was streaming but it was proving to be difficult without your boyfriend but also with your boyfriend streaming.

As you finish your first page of the night, you check in on the stream, watching George yell loudly at Alex to press the button in FNaF. You giggle lightly as the boys continue and you decide to leave it on as you continue to mindlessly write your ideas hoping they sound somewhat coherent for when you go back to edit them. 

As you type, your phone suddenly dings with Alex’s text tone and your eyes scan the text. He tells you to come downstairs and your head tilts in confusion as you hear him over stream tell Dream to repeat the same thing over again. 

“Let’s just play GTA,” Dream responds and Alex and George gasp dramatically. You roll your eyes as you know exactly what Alex is getting at so you head downstairs before anything happens. 

When you knock on the door to Alex’s streaming room, his face lights up at the sight of you. 

“Babe!” Alex greets before turning and making grabby hands at you. 

You make your way over to him and he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you into frame. You wave to the camera and listen as you’re greeted by the boys. 

“Baby? Ask Dream what he just said.” 

“Dream what did you just say?” you ask now confused that Alex and George are harping on the same question. 

“We’re gonna play GTA,” Dream repeats uncertainly. 

Alex presses play on something and suddenly his voice starts to play over the speakers. Your smile widens and you start to laugh uncontrollably as Alex stands and stretches his arms wide. 

“Where are the askers my friend?” Alex sings over the speakers and you’re on the ground laughing as your boyfriend chants excitedly knowing he got Dream. 

“WOOO!!! NOBODY ASKED!!” The boys yell and Dream is silent making you cackle even harder. 

“Baby thank you for the help,” Alex says helping you up and pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. 

“Glad to be of service. And Dream, nobody asked,” you mention before leaving the room. 

“That’s my baby!! Dream! Dream!” you hear Alex yelling as you exit the room. 

You giggle uncontrollably as you head back upstairs and sit down at your desk. Moments like those, practically any moment spent with Alex reminds you why you’ve fallen head over heels for the energetic boy. 

He kept you on your toes constantly, you never knew what was going to happen next whether it be him streaming, you two studying, out in public, whatever. His intense personality kept you entranced and you loved that. 

You loved that he was sweet to you. He was known for his loud voice and meme culture but with you it was soft touches, sweet words, encouraging smiles. Every little thing made you fall in love. 

Neither of you had said it to each other despite being in a relationship for over 6 months. You felt it in the deepest part of your heart all the way through your body whenever you were around Alex and you knew he felt it too. You weren’t scared that Alex wasn’t going to say it back, but you were nervous to say it first. 

A few hours pass as you continue to work and get over halfway done with your paper when you decide to check in on stream and take a break overall. You stand, stretching a bit before grabbing a sip of water and heading out to the kitchen for a snack. 

When you’re back in Alex’s room at his desk, you realize that it’s almost 2:30 am and everything is starting to wear on you. You definitely needed to get some sleep but you were almost finished with this paper and you knew you could finish it tonight and get some sleep the next day. 

As Karl’s stream now plays in the back and you listen for your boyfriend’s voice, your smile widens hearing him talk and yell with his friends. 

The boys had just finished their first game of quiplash and Alex was starting to worry about his girlfriend. He knew you worked yourself to the bone most days and he wanted to make sure you were taking breaks or at the very least heading to bed soon after writing practically all night. 

“Boys I’ll be right back,” he tells the guys before dipping from his setup. 

When he gets upstairs, the scene before Alex is nothing short of adorable. There you were, Karl’s stream still playing in the background as you snoozed lightly on your hands. 

Alex smiles at the sight, heart filling up with love instantly as he walks over to you. He grabs your phone first, turning it off before working on cleaning up the rest of your stuff surrounding you. 

Once finished cleaning up, Alex bends down till he’s looking up at you. He places a hand on your knee, shaking you awake lightly and you groan in response. 

“C’mere beautiful,” he says. 

Alex maneuvers you so you’re facing him before pulling your arms around his shoulders. When you have a good enough grip on him, he wraps his hands around the back of your thighs and lifts, pulling your legs around his waist and his chest is flush with yours. 

You snuggle into his warm embrace and while he takes a second to steady himself, he places a kiss to your temple. He finally moves, walking over to his bed and carefully places you upon it, and wraps you up in the blankets. 

“I’ll be back up soon,” he whispers, pressing another kiss to your head. 

“Alex, I love you,” you tell him sleepily. 

Alex stops dead in his tracks, his heart beating a million miles a minute. He had loved you the minute he heard your laugh. The second you had said a word to him. He couldn’t believe you had told him you loved him first. It was perfect for the two of you. 

“I love you too baby.” 

He leans down, gripping your chin lightly before pressing a kiss to your lips that’s basically all smiles from the both of you. Alex giggles, unable to contain his happiness as he leans down, pressing kisses all over your face and you return the same laugh and try to squirm away from his touch but to no avail. 

“I love you so much,” he says again before kissing you. 

He practically runs back downstairs, wanting to scream at the top of his lungs that you had just said I love you but when he gets back to stream, all he can do is smile. 

“Quackity?” Karl asks noticing the younger boy is back but hasn’t said a word. 

“You alright?” George asks knowing something's up. 

“She told me she loved me,” Alex says in a dreamlike state. 

“(y/n)?” Karl asks. 

“She told me she loved me,” Alex repeats again like it’s the only thing he’s gonna be able to say or think about for the rest of his life. 

“Oh my god!” Karl yells

“Congratulations!” Sykkuno responds sweetly and in between the noise, Alex realizes he needs to go be with his girl. 

“Hey guys? I gotta go,” he continues. 

“Go get her!” Karl yells. 

Alex signs off, shutting everything off quickly before racing back upstairs. He finds you still half asleep on the bed and his heart melts all over again. 

“Baby!” he yells before running and jumping into bed. 

He partially lands on you, making you groan in response but when he pulls you into his embrace, laying on top of him and you see him beaming up at you, you know you’re the reason he’s hyper tonight. 

“I love you,” he says. 

“I love you.” 

“You know I’m gonna say that all the time now right?” he asks. 

“I hope so.”

[catracorner962]

Karaoke

I promise I can write something that’s pure fluff. See?! 

In the newly renovated Fright Zone, the gang is having a party. Catra and Glimmer duet Shaggy. Catra has a surprise. --- AJ Michalka has a phenomenal voice and covers "Warriors" on the SheRa soundtrack. She does this in character as Catra and even says "Hey Adora," at the end, what else did you expect me to do with that except come up with an excuse for Catra to sing this for Adora? I'm sure this has been done before this is just my take. Also whenever I hear "Wasn't Me," or "Angel," by Shaggy I imagine Glimmer and Catra getting drunk and singing it.

Adora brought a hand to her nose, trying to cover her snorting laughter. Besider her Bow swayed in time to the music. Light flashed from above blue and pink.

“HA!!”

Adora couldn’t stop herself, exploding into a fit of giggles, nearly toppling the cocktail in her hand. Nearly sending pink liquid all over her white pants and halter top.

On the stage, her girlfriend and her best friend sang like they hadn’t a care in the world.

“How could I forget that I had given her an extra key? All this time she was standing there she never took her eyes off me!”

Glimmer sang into the mic, her purple leather skirt sparkling in the stage lights.

“Wooow! Yeah Glimmer!” Bow cheered, he took another sip of his beer. More delicately then anyone else around them and probably the only one with a modicum of sobriety left. All around them people sang along, swaying and trying to dance.

“To be a true player you have to know how to play!” Catra sang, winking at Adora from her place on the stage. Her hair had grown out again in the year after the war. Already falling just beyond her shoulders. Adora took a sip of her drink to conceal the blush rising in her cheeks.

“ To be a true player you have to know how to play, if she stay a night, convince her stay a day, Never admit to a word when she say. And if she claim, ah, you tell her, "Baby, no way"

“But she caught me on the counter!” Glimmer’s voice cracked but she kept going,  

“It wasn’t me!” Catra leaned forward into the mic.

“Saw me banging on the sofa!” Glimmer laughed, leaning in to meet Catra halfway.

“It wasn’t me!”

“I even had her in the shower!”

“They’re not bad,” Bow admitted whispering in Adora’s ear. The blonde nodded, pulling a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. Catra had convinced her to wear it down for once.

“Saw the marks on my shoulder!” Glimmer and Catra sang in unison. Catra unsheathed her claws in flash, winking again, this time a little more suggestively at her girlfriend in the audience. Cheers erupted throughout the bar, an eager welcome Adora thought, her chest warming. To have Catra greeted with rounds of applause rather than boos and hisses and threats.

“ Honey came in and she caught me red-handed, creeping with the girl next door, picture this, we were both butt-naked, banging on the bathroom floor. I had tried to keep her from what she was about to see, why should she believe me when I told her it wasn't me.”

Glimmer and Catra belted through the mic. It was all Adora could do not to transform into Shera. Just the sight of seeing Catra in the limelight, black pants held up by suspenders, her white shirt open just a tad too loose. She took a swig of her whisky mid chorus and continued to sing.

“I have to hand it to Scorpia and Perfuma; they've really done wonders with the Fright Zone,” Bow mused. He clapped along to the music and finished his drink.

“They sure have!” Adora answered, finally turning her attention from the stage. “Glad they were able to renovate the place into a karaoke bar. Somewhere in the distance Mermista’s groan could be heard, Adora turned. Seahawk and the water princess sat at one of the tables, the pirate’s eyes wide with amazement at the flaming martini set down before him.

“Should I….?” Adora made a b-line towards their table. Mermista flunk out her hand, a spray of water dousing the flames.

“Just drink it,” she groaned to Seahawk’s evident dismay. Adora bit back a grin. It had been awhile since they’d been able to just kickback and relax, indulge even. Post-war meant bringing magic to all the galaxy. Which meant traveling around, squashing the last of Prime’s brotherhood. Plus meetings after meetings and much needed reconciliation between Catra, Entrapta, Wrong Hordak, Scorpia and everyone else. It had been trying and difficult and the work was far from finished. But tonight, tonight was a chance to simply let loose.

“Honey came in and she caught me red-handed, creeping with the girl next door, picture this, we were both butt-naked, banging on the bathroom floor. How could I forget that I had, given her an extra key, All this time she was standing there, she never took her eyes off me!!” Glimmer and Catra finished in unison. Again cheers lifted from the crowd. Glimmer bowed, losing her balance until Catra caught her by the arm to steady her and they made their way down the stage.

“Wow, that was...wow,” Scorpia’s face nearly matched the color of her claws. “That was..I don’t think I understood half those words! But uhh next, next...we have...Perfuma! Who I’ve been told is going to do an...an interpretive dance called Ode to Rain, so that will be….uhh….fantastic.” Scorpia laughed nervously but clapped all the same while Perfuma seemingly floated up the stage.

“Hey!” Glimmer greeted Adora with a hug and Bow with a kiss.

“You were great!” Bow put his arm around her waist. “Who knew you and Catra could duet so well together!”

Glimmer laughed, full and hearty, accepting a glass of sparkling wine from Bow.

“Where is Catra?” Adora looked around the crowd. “I thought she came down with you?”

“She said she had to get ready for something,” Glimmer shrugged.

Adora nodded, trying to quell the bubble of anxiety that threatened to rise.

Catra would be fine, she can be left alone. She’s not a child. She’s perfectly capable.

Bodies pressed against Adora in the maylay of the crowd. Talking and drinking and laughing. The lights flashed all around them. Dizzying.

There’s so many people here….what if...there could be….threats. Some clone we forgot?

Someone wanting to take Catra down?

Adora forced herself to breathe, gripping her glass tight.

“Adora, you alright?” Glimmer touched her arm.

“Yes!” She smiled automatically, “I’m great!” She took a breath, eyes flicking upward as Perfuma left the stage.

Still no sign of Catra.

“It’s just...I worry sometimes...I worry about leaving Catra alone sometimes...what if there’s…”

Glimmer opened her mouth to respond when a cool light drifted across the crowd from above to the stage.

“Adora….you might want to…” Glimmer pointed. Adora followed her gaze, jaw nearly dropping to the floor. Silhouetted against the limelight a lone figure stood before the mic. The outline of someone wearing a tight fitting black dress that fanned out toward the bottom. Catra’s tail swished nervously behind her, ears flicking. She stepped forward, the high slit of her dress revealing one leg as she moved. The light illuminating her freckled face, mismatched eyes gleaming.

“Oh my….” Adora took the last sip of her drink. Beside her bow gasped. Even Glimmer’s eyes stared wide with shock. The hub-bub of the crowd died instantly, everyone holding their breath. Even Emily and Entrapta, who were observing in the corner, fell silent.

Catra’s shaky inhale of breath sounded through the mic throughout the bar. Adora waited, stunned. Taking in her girlfriend, the deep V of her dress, the way she shifted her weight. Then finally, after a mini-eternity, Catra’s eyes slipped close and her voice drifted out:

“We're warriors, unstoppable. We feel the evil coming, and shadows all around.”

She sang low and haunting, each word a melodic whisper. Goosebumps rose on Adora’s skin.

“Danger surrounds us, but won't bring us down. We're on the edge of greatness, turning darkness to liiightt,”

Her voice undulated and moved like the waves, the crowd beginning to hum. She opened her eyes, gold and blue sparkling in the light. Catra’s gaze looked through the throngs of people finally meeting Adora’s. The blonde felt her knees shake, she passed her glass to Glimmer without looking away. Catra smiled,

“We're right beside you, ready to fight. We must be strong! And we must be brave! We gotta find every bit of strength that we have and never let it go!”

“Wooo!! Yaaaah!!!” People exclaimed, clapping. Catra’s smile widened, she took the mic from it’s stand, now walking across the stage, tall and proud and brimming with pride. Adora’s cheeks ached, beaming with a smile. She too clapped along.

“We're bound to this struggle, with mighty sword and flame, we'll never fail you, when you call our name.”

She turned, again meeting Adora’s radiant face across the audience. Their eyes met, though Adora could hardly see her through a fog of tears pressing against her eyes. Her heart expanded so fast and full she thought it would explode. Catra too grinned with confidence, revealing pointed fangs. Her eyes dazzled, shoulders lifting as she sang, not once looking away from Adora.

“Together we'll be heroes, joining forces as one. Strong as the steel we carry, we rise like a su...uu...uu...un!”

She hit the note perfectly, the whole bar erupting into ecstatic joy.

“Yeah Horde Scum!” Glimmer fist pumped at the air, jumping up and down. Off to the side of the stage, Perfuma pat Scorpia on the shoulder through her tears.

“That’s my wildcat!”

Catra sang through another round of the chorus, parading back and forth. People reached out from below towards her, laughing and whooping.

“Cause we're warriors, we are unstoppable,nothing's gonna get in our way. We're gonna win in the end….”

Catra sang through the last chorus, coming to stand gracefully before the microphone stand once more.

“We're gonna reach inside, still together and fight and never let it go. We must be strong…” She finished with a flourishing whisper. Looking at Adora from her poised position stage, she blinked, slowly, her own voice cracking with emotion.

“Hey Adora.”

Tears streamed down Adora’s face, her heart hammering in her chest. She could feel herself glowing, transforming, this time brought on by pride and admiration for Catra. Catra who only sang in secret, in dark places, until now. Catra who had always deserved every bit of attention and affection and praise but never got it, until now. Catra who was so guarded who never let herself betray emotion or vulnerability, until now.

There was a white flash, people gasped, and Adora didn’t need to look down at herself to know she’d become Shera.

Catra climbed down from the stage with Scorpia’s assistance and made her way Adora, people parting for her instantly, cheering and clapping.

“Catra! Y...you! You’re…”

Catra’s lips cut off the rest of her sentence, pressing in a full deep kiss, nearly melting against Adora, well, Shera’s chest. Adora put her arms around her girlfriend holding her close, one hand to the small of her back. She had to control herself in public after all, though it was hard to do with her girlfriend looking so...so ravishingly gorgeous, so happy and exuberant. A new round of tears spilled down her cheeks.

“I knew you could sing,” she breathed, breaking the kiss only to press her forehead against Catra’s which required her to lean down a little more in this form. “But not...l...like that.”

Catra laughed, holding Adora’s hand to her face and leaning into her touch. The ruckus of people seemingly disappearing. The only thing that mattered, the center of her universe was already right in front of her.

“I love you,” Catra whispered.

“I love you too, so much.” Adora pulled her in for another kiss, the cheers escalating around them.

Catra rolled her eyes only to be shoved by Glimmer’s arms around her waist.

“Catra, where was that voice when we were singing?! I need to up my game!”

“That...that was beautiful Catra!” Bow wiped his eyes with his yellow jacket. “Absolutely beautiful.”

“Alright, alright Sparkles,” she pulled away from Adora’s hold. “Next time we do Angel by Shaggy I’ll be sure to really sing it with pathos, yeah? And take it easy Arrow Boy your gonna get snot all over your jacket.”

Glimmer only rolled her eyes but gave Catra a kiss on the cheek.

“Well next rounds on me Wildcat!” Scorpia announced happily clapping Catra across the back gently. This time Catra didn’t stiffen or bristle at the touch but smirked. A testament to how far she’d come in such a short time. Adora could hardly contain her emotion.

“You may regret that Scorp.”

The night continued on, Catra changed back into more comfortable pants and dress-shirt. Rogeilo sang...well..grunt roared some prolonged ballad that no one but Lonnie understood. Mermista and Seahawk performed no less than seven shanties. A curtin was set on fire by the third one. Frosta entertained with a series of impressive ice sculptures and Double Trouble, dramatic as they were, impressions that left everyone’s sides sore from laughter. Scorpia closed out the evening, singing a rendition of “Beautiful,”  by Christina Aguilera that had everyone, even Catra in tears by the end. Though Catra swore her eyes were she only  irritated by the bright lights.

Adora put her arms around Catra from behind, still having advantage of being in her Shera form. Muscular arms holding her girlfriend close in the dark of the crowd while Scorpia, sang her last few notes. Catra swayed in tandem, tail going around her girlfriend’s leg, she leaned her back against Shera’s broad torso and hummed. Adora planted a kiss on the crown of Catra’s head. The mark of the Heart of Etheria glowing against her chest. In the mass of folks and the company of friends, lights glowing and Catra content in her arms, sniffled happily through tears of joy.

They had indeed won in the end.

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Piggyback Rides

Hey guys! I’m alive... probably... anyway, I’m trying to get my writing mojo back so I’m rereading Harry Potter. This isn’t the greatest, but it’s here. Hope you like it anyway!

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Requested: No

Warnings: Swearing 

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Draco Malfoy and Ron Weasley in a fight at a Quidditch match; what a picture. The Slytherin Prince pitted against someone he considered a surf was almost too much for you. Especially because he was losing. Oh man, you wished you could laugh. God, you would have given about anything to be able to laugh without Draco biting your head off for it later. It really wasn’t every day that you got to witness something like that. 

In all honesty, you probably wouldn’t have been trying so hard not to laugh if Draco wasn’t so pitiful. He really wasn’t the type for physical fighting. Snide remarks and a few curses, that was more his game. As the two rolled under yours and Hermione’s seats, you could hear high pitched howling. The corner of your mouth twitched and you snorted. That had to be Draco. For a moment, you thought about letting it go on a while longer. You figured it wouldn’t kill Draco to get kicked around a little bit (he was a terrible daddy’s boy after all). Maybe getting the snot kicked out of him once or twice would keep him from being such a brat. Sighing, you reached under the seat and grabbed one of them by their hair. As you dragged him up, you caught an elbow to the face. You yelped.

“Bloody hell, woman!” Ron snarled as you dragged him off of Draco. You offered him an apologetic look, rubbing your cheek bone.

“Sorry,” You said, “I think you have better things to worry about though. Namely that bloody nose.” He swiped his sleeve under his nose, making an awful sort of face, before glancing over your shoulder.

“Might want to call them off,” He said. Following his gaze, you watched as Crabbe and Goyle absolutely clobbered poor Neville Longbottom.

“Enough!” You snarled in your best Draco voice. Almost immediately, they scurried away from the unconscious boy. Neville really had rotten luck, but, then again, he’d put himself into that situation. At least, he had that time. 

“Harry caught the snitch! We won! We won!” Hermione cheered. 

“Atta boy, Harry! Wooo-hooo!” Ron whooped. As everyone began to pour out of the stands, you hung back. 

“(Y/N)?” Draco moaned. Rolling your eyes, you peered under the seats. 

“Regret that, do you?” You asked, amused.  

“Shut it!” he snapped. 

“I could just leave you here, ya know,” You said beginning to move away from where he was laid out pathetically. In all reality, you were just turning away so he couldn’t see the smile forming on your face. 

“You wouldn’t,” He said. 

“I don’t know, Draco,” You teased, walking a little farther away, “Besides, you aren’t the only one that got smacked. You were just the only one that deserved it. You have Crabbe and Goyle anyway. ” 

A loud shuffling caught your attention and you knew he was struggling his way from under the seats. Quickly, you doused your smile. For as high and mighty as Draco acted, he really was kinda a baby. You looked back with a smile as you watched him limp towards you. He already had the beginnings of a black eye as well as a pretty nasty looking split lip. Poor kid didn’t stand a chance against someone with as many brothers as Ron. You didn’t take the Weasley’s for violent people by any means, but you did know a thing or two about what big brothers did to their younger siblings. 

“Don’t you walk away from me!” He called. “(Y/N)! Wait for me you heathen!” 

“I’m right here,” You said. 

“Wipe that smile off your face,” He growled, glaring evilly at you. You found it was far less intimidating after seeing him get his ass handed to him on a silver platter. With his minions trailing behind you, you began the long, slow walk to the hospital wing. 

The four of you had barely gotten out of the stands and you were already contemplating knocking Draco out yourself. You never considered yourself a particularly violent person, but you were getting there. It was amazing how loudly Draco could gripe. It wasn’t that you didn’t think he was in pain, but you were pretty sure he was just being a huge drama queen at this point. He moaned every step he took. Your face hurt too, but that was ridiculous. Eventually, you stopped and turned to him stiffly. 

“Would you quit moaning and groaning if I gave you a piggyback ride?” You asked. For a moment, he actually seemed to consider it. 

“Don’t insult me,” He said, looking very much like he wished you would carry him. 

“I’m not. I’m just offering an injured friend some help,” You said. This was a fairly typical dance. He’d resist something until you did one of two things: 1) bother him to the point where he’d give up and go along or 2) stroke his ego until he was convinced he was more of a man for it. Honestly, you weren’t really in the mood for either. 

“I don’t need you of all people to carry me, (Y/N),” He snapped. 

“Draco, it’ll be easier if I do.” His cool, grey eyes narrowed and he snorted indignantly at you. 

“I refuse to let myself be carried around,” He said stubbornly. 

“Oh my god! Just take the piggyback ride before I finish what Ron started and knock you out,” You yelled, your hands planting themselves on your hips. At the mere suggestion of being hit again, he changed his mind quickly and clammored onto your back. 

At first it was a bit of an awkward position. Between his long legs and your short stature, it was a real treat to try to figure out. You fell twice within the first few steps. The learning curve wasn’t too bad after that. Once you guys figured out that he had to keep his legs tucked up beside you instead of letting them dangle, things got a lot easier. Then, for a blessed few minutes, he shut his trap. The place were Ron’s elbow had caught you throbbed a little, but it wasn’t too bad. You’d live. 

“(Y/N),” Draco said quietly. 

“Hmm?” You hummed, hiking him up a little bit as you did. 

“You wouldn’t have actually hit me, right?” He asked. You laughed. Realistically, probably not. You sure thought pretty hard about it, but you doubted you could have actually done that to your friend. 

“Maybe,” You said playfully. Feeling him tense against your back, you sighed. “No, I wouldn’t have hit you.” It was quiet for a little while again. 

“I hope your cheek doesn’t hurt to badly. I thought even Weasley would have the good sense not to hit a woman,” He said. Rolling your eyes, you found yourself having to fight off a smile. Draco did care in his own way. 

“It’s not that bad. So I have a bit of a bruise, no biggie,” You said. 

“Mm-hmm,” He responded. He buried his nose into your hair, squirming a little. You shifted him.

“Speaking of, how’re you doing back there,” You asked. He hadn’t actually whined in a while. 

“I was savagely beaten by Weasley, how do you think I’m doing?” He grumbled. Stupid question. Before he could get too carried away, you began speaking again. 

“You’re such a drama queen,” You said, your smile playing to your voice. 

“I think you underestimate the agony I’m in, (Y/N),” He moaned. You rolled your eyes. 

“Quit milking it, Draco. I’m already carrying you,” You said. 

“I am certainly not milking it,” He said indignantly. Giggling, you lumbered up the castle steps. 

“Yes, you are, you very much are.” Now that the complaining wasn’t a constant stream, you could actually find the humor in it. 

By the time you reached the hospital wing, your legs were about ready to snap. Who knew such a slim kid could be so damn heavy? You dropped him onto the nearest bed before flopping down yourself. Hopefully Madam Pomfrey would be along pretty soon. 

Draco laid himself out like he had been the one to carry you all the way to the hospital wing instead of the other way around. You had to hand it to him; he could make himself a pretty sad sight if he wanted to. The guy looked about as pathetic lying in bed as he had under the seats. The way he was acting, you’d have thought he’d been attacked by a dragon. Definitely not some redhead with a temper, that’s for sure. 

“You’re one sorry sight, you know that?” You said, poking him. He glared at you. 

“I’m in miserable condition,” He countered. 

“Drama queen,” You singsonged. 

“(Y/N)--”

“I know, I know, you’re in agony and you are 100% not a drama queen,” You said, smiling. 

“That wasn’t what I was going to say, but I’m glad you finally figured that out,” He said, looking very pleased with himself. He reminded you of an incredibly bitchy cat you had once. 

“Okay, then what?” You asked. 

“What?” Sighing, your head dropped back. 

“What were you going to say?” The catlike smugness disintegrated. 

“Right,” He started, “Before you so rudely interrupted me, I was going to thank you.” You gave a jerk of surprise. That was a first. Draco rarely ever thanked you. Or any one for that matter. 

“Oh, well, sure. No problem,” You said slowly. 

“You’re a better friend than I am,” He sighed. In a way, that was probably true. You were a better friend, traditionally speaking. 

“Usually.” He scowled at you. 

“You weren’t meant to agree with me, (Y/N),” He grumbled. You laughed, nudging his shoulder. 

“Aw c’mon, I didn’t say you were a bad friend.” And he wasn’t. Not really. You knew he cared in his own way. He’d probably kill someone for you if he thought you wanted him to. So, though his manner of caring was harsh, it’s the thought that counts. He continued to scowl. 

“Oh dear! What happened!” Madam Pomfrey gasped. You hadn’t even heard her come in. 

“Weasl--” 

“He got what was coming to him,” You said, cutting him off. 

“I see,” She said, raising an eyebrow. Smiling, you slid off the bed and patted Draco on the shoulder. 

“Well, looks like Madam Pomfrey can take over. See you later, Draco,” You said. 

“Goodbye,” He said. Before you left, you leaned down and pressed a kiss to his cheek with a smile. 

“Feel better,” You whispered. Just as you left, you glanced back over your shoulder to catch Draco’s flushed face watching you practically skip away. At eleven years old, neither of you was entirely sure what the feeling in your chest was, but you knew you liked it. 

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MX reaction to their newborn being deaf/blind

Very interesting request and I had a lot of fun actually reading about blind and deaf babies and how to help raise them. It also took a bit longer than I wanted to complete, but I did so wooo! So thank you for the fun and educational request~!! <3 (If y’all don’t think I’m not gonna use the Monsta X Ray children’s episode for the gifs, you are so wrong)

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Shownu: It hadn’t been long since Shownu’s baby boy had been born, but he had started noticing some things, as well as you.  When you were in the hospital with your child, and the machines your hooked to would start letting out loud, ear piercing beeps, or something would be knocked off a counter top and clang harshly to the ground, your son wouldn’t even flinch at the sound.  After tests were done after you announced your growing worry about him, it was deemed that there was a likely hood your son would be deaf.  It was hard to take at first, but you and Shownu worked hard to make sure he, deaf or not, would still grow up happy.  You learned sign language and always tried to make eye contact and express your love toward him in other ways rather than just words.  

Wonho: When you and Hoseok found out your son was more than likely going to go blind before he was 4 years old, you both took action.  Your son’s eyesight wasn’t good now, and he would constantly rub his eyes and when he was older he’d whine about everything being blurry.  However, this wouldn’t stop you or Hoseok from giving your son everything he deserved.  You both gave him the world of love any other child would get, even with perfect sight.  One of Hoseok’s favorite things to do with his son was to sing with him.  His son would learn songs and sing them to Hoseok and Hoseok would sing them back and the two would persuade you to sing along eventually.  Even when he sight was completely gone, and he had to learn to use his sight cane and constantly shield and protect his eyes, his loving parents were there to help and support them.  When Hoseok was gone on tour or constantly busy with scheduling, you’d always turn on his music and your son listen to them.  Also, phone calls with the two were always precious. 

Minhyuk: Minhyuk loved his daughter to pieces.  She was his little girl and nothing would ever make that love stop, even if she couldn’t hear.   Minhyuk was devastated when he heard the news of his little girl not being able to hear noises or voices, but nothing would stop him when he’d try and make the best life for her.  When you dropped your darling daughter off at daycare when she was old enough, you worked you shifts at the store you were employed at as well as Minhyuk shared his pay from all his scheduling and what not to help afford hearing aides for her.  Even if they weren’t perfect, it’d make her life a little easier and less stressful.  Minhyuk and you both learned with your daughter sign language and always expressed your love with your smiles and loving gestures.  

Kihyun: When Kihyun’s and your son hadn’t been following your actions, or his eyes were always been rubbed you had thought maybe he had something wrong with his eyes.  So when you were told that your son had a serious condition with his eyes and would be blind, you’d tell Kihyun when he wasn’t busy with his schedules.  Kihyun would be very touchy with his son so make sure he always knew he was there and he would show his love towards his little guy by holding his hands, holding his head or messing with his cheeks.  It’d be different than raising a child with good vision, but he wouldn’t mind, so long as he child and you are happy he’d work to make everything the best he could. 

Hyungwon: Hyungwon’s favorite past time was to nap with his son.  He’d be laying on his back on the couch while his son lay on his chest sleeping together.  However, every time he work up first, or you’d go to wake up your son by softly calling out to him so he wouldn’t sleep so much he couldn’t sleep at night, he wouldn’t respond.  He’d wake if you gently pat his back, but calling out to him seemed to have no effect on waking the toddler.  Thinking maybe your son took more to Hyungwon, you had him try and call out out him one time when he was playing, yet still no reaction. It wasn’t until you had accidentally dropped a glass, breaking it and your son didn’t react to sudden loud noise at all that you took him to the doctors.  Now, after figuring out he was deaf, Hyungwon when he talked to his son, he’d always try and make eye contact and smile as much as possible.  He still had no idea what his father was saying, but the smile Hyungwon gave always made his son smile back with a giggle. 

Jooheon: It had been 3 months since your and Jooheon’s child was born, but you had started to notice something about them.  Their eyes would follow lights that were shown in front of them, or they wouldn’t notice large objects in front of them or things that would normally catch ones eye, did for your child.  Growing concerned, you tried speaking to your baby, to see if they reacted to you, and they did, but if you moved your hands around, they wouldn’t follow them until you snapped or clapped. So, speaking with Jooheon about it, you two took them to the doctors to determine a vision problem with your child.  Of courser, learning about it was shocking, but you were happy it was found early.  Now, even though it’s been a few months, you can still teach your child things properly.  Jooheon would love to coo at his baby and always run his babies hands over his face so that he could memorize his papa’s face.  He always played with his child and even made sure to have them notice it’s Jooheon by his dimples.  

I.M: Your son grew up not knowing what it was like to hear.  He couldn’t hear the sound of his father of his mother’s voice and when he told Changkyun about how he felt the best he could, his father would just hug him and tell him slowly through speaking and signing that he’d do everything he could to help. Changkyun talked to you about it one day when your son was sleeping on your lap and you both decided to surprise him with a pair of hearing aids for his birthday. When the day arrived, you signed him to cover his eyes and you put one of his aides in while Changkyun did the other and when you pulled his hands away from his eyes to show him in the mirror, he started crying.  He’s hugged his parents and thank them, with his broken voice he had never heard before, for the best present ever.  

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#069 Fighting Someone You Can’t See

Stealth is common recurring theme in the supervillain community. You see (or well, you don’t) it is very difficult to stop a crime when you don’t know that there is a crime to be stopping. Or if you don’t know where the crime is taking place. Or if you can’t even see the person committing the crime. Masters of disguise, invisible folks, living shadows in dark rooms, spirits, there are dozens of super-villains who succeed in life by not being seen. 

Villains who operate without being seen are different than your average, mustache-twirling, pontificating-whilst-standing-on-top-of-yes-you-read-that-right-on-top-of-not-inside-a-hot-air-ballon-that-looks-like-their-head, supervillains. They’re not looking for attention, they’re not really the theatrical sort. These criminals like flying, (or limboing) below the radar, which is rather easy when the radar can’t pick you up. In that vein they’re usually not committing high-profile crimes. They’re, for the most part, petty thieves, heist puller-offers, (heisters?) bank robbers. So for a lot of superheroes they’re not even a priority. They’re the perfect blend of difficult to catch and also not really worth the effort because there are no lives at risk. But we here at Howtohero expect better from the heroes we’re training. So you’re gonna punch an invisible bank robber. (Just to follow up from before, “heister” was not red-lined by Microsoft so I guess that’s the official word.) (Update: When I uploaded it to Tumblr it was red-line! Intriguing!)

Now as we said in our intro, there are several different kinds of unseeable criminals (that one was red-lined) (update: but not by Tumblr!) and each of them need to be dealt with differently.

Masters of Disguise (or other people who aren’t committing crimes in bright colored suits or steampunk body armor) Technically you can see these guys with your regular ol’ eyes but that doesn’t make them any less dangerous. They hide in plain sight, that’s what makes them so dangerous. They’re not even really hiding! If they’re real pros they’ll even come up to you and chat with you for a bit before blending back into the crowd and pulling off the greatest eleven-man heist in Las Vegas history with you none the wiser! Now I know what you’re thinking, do elaborate heists really fall under the purview and jurisdiction of superheroes? And to that I respond, technically nothing falls under the jurisdiction of superheroes all of you are operating as illegal vigilantes but I take your point and amend my earlier remarks about heists and heisters to stipulate that this is only about robberies that are pulled off by people with super powers and that brings me to my next point. (Heisters update: many online dictionaries confirmed for me that it is indeed a word and listed a bunch of fun synonyms for it too! Be on the lookout for those later on in this very post!) The way to deal with superpowered defalcators (there’s one) hiding in plain sight is to simply install some nifty superpower detectors on all the vaults of your bank. Then when somebody with superpowers cons there way inside the detectors will go off and whichever superhero happens to be depositing their regular guy job paycheck that day will come in and handle it. Ah, “but there’s no such thing as a superpower detector that can be installed in bank vaults,” you say? Well it looks like I just found a new industry for banks to invest in then, I’m sure they could afford it. An important thing to note is that this will cause problems and complications for superheroes who want to get secret identity jobs working in banks. I don’t really have a solution for that but honestly it’s probably for the best. The average superhero is exactly one (1) traumatic event away from turning into an evil pilferer (another one!), so restricting their access to bank vaults might not actually be the worst idea.

Invisible Folks (or people wearing special stealth armor {of a cloak made by the actual personification of death that somebody just gave to an eleven year old like it was no big deal when really it was} that renders them invisible to the naked eye and most forms of clothed eyes) If these stealthy porch-climbers (that’s one too, for reals!) are robbing a bank then my bank-vault-power-detector solution should do the job. Unless they’re using advanced technology to become invisible, then the bank-vault-power-detector solution is useless. So that’s why this is another paragraph. To deal with these housebreakers (another synonym for heister, not to be confused with homewrecker, though I guess this could apply to an invisible adulterer as well,) you need to get something on them that you can see. This is why I recommend carrying a small paintball gun in your utility belt (I didn’t recommend it when I actually did the post on utility belts, admittedly an oversight on my part, but I’m recommending it now!) Once you get some paint on the guy you have a target you can aim at. If you can you should even shoot them multiple times so that you can get a general vibe for where all their important body parts are. If you don’t have a paintball gun on you (I know, I really should’ve mentioned it earlier, my bad) look for anything nearby that can be used to render parts of them visible, ketchup, mustard, hot sauce, (really any condiment), baby powder, paint, shampoo. If you really have nothing available you could just start throwing punches and hope you draw blood. Blood is usually visible. Unless their invisibility powers are so advanced that even their internal organs and fluids are invisible. Then you’re out of luck. Unless that one, invisible-blood-drawing punch was enough to incapacitate them. Or you have super heightened senses (such as hearing and taste) and you can use them (or your vaguely defined echolocation powers) to fight those plunderers (wooo!) without sight.

Living Shadows (or anybody using the dark as cover) Turn the lights on.

Spirits (phantoms, poltergeists or other ghostly grifters) These fine fleshless fellas are the exception to the general “invisible people are thieves” rule. Ghosts can be any kind of criminal they want. Their invisibility is just a side effect of them being ghosts. Additionally, since they’re intangible, you can’t just throw paint or chocolate pudding at them. You can’t even make them visible with their own blood. Ghosts don’t have blood (but they still receive countless emails from blood drives because one time when they were alive they gave blood). But don’t worry there are still plenty of way to go about your ghostbu [ghost hunting, we have to say ghost hunting]. If you find yourself fighting a ghost you should really call somebody who’s more experienced with that kind of thing. Magic-wielders, people who have Ph.Ds in anything with the words paranormal or ectoplasmic in them, other ghosts. But if time is of the essence you can throw together a DIY exorcism pretty easily using various pieces of exotic animals, green flames (store-bought is fine), objects with religious significance and some spells you can find online, (my personal favorite to use “good golly gosh ghost what are you even doing here, nobody invited you, you don’t even know the host, please leave, you’re just not wanted” I don’t know if it’s actually magic but it usually does a fine enough job of simply shaming the ghost into leaving).

Just because you can’t see your enemy, doesn’t mean you can’t, or don’t have to, successfully foil their attempts to rob or hijack. So get out there and swing wildly at any passing breeze you don’t particularly trust. Given enough time and patience you’ll for sure rack up a high number of see-through stick-up artist arrests. (That one was my favorite one, it’s like pickup artist but instead of flattering people and buying them drinks you’re stealing their wallets! Hilarious!)