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Part of the Band - Chapter 19 - The Beast

Chapter summary: Dook and Beach Bear visit the family. Dook tries a new food. Beach Bear confronts his past. A/N:

this chapter's title has a double meaning- it's a metaphor for beach bear's family, and also a metaphor for how fucking hard it was to get this chapter out (and also a metaphor for how LONG IT IS??? 5K WORDS???????) i haven't updated in a while, so i missed the actual anniversary, but potb has officially been ongoing for a year! what a ride it's been lol. i've definitely changed and improved as a writer since i started, and i'm very happy to not only have a work that you can really see me grow through, but also to have one that has had such a nice response to it! i wouldn't have written nearly as much of this fic as i have if i didn't have people reading and commenting on it. if you've enjoyed any part of this fic (and god I hope you do if you've made it to chapter 19) thank you, from the bottom of my heart! this has been my favorite thing to make for the RAE fandom (but don't tell the video essay fans that lmao) OK ACTUAL TRIGGER WARNING TIME FOR THE CHAPTER this whole chapter is about beach bear's transphobic ass family! i mentioned it in the last chapter but they are going to consistently deadname and misgender him, and also just generally be kinda shitty parents and people. part of the reason this chapter is so long is bc i wanted to condense it all into one big thing so you could just skip the one chapter! this chapter isn't the end of this arc, but probably the end of all the uncomfortable shit lol. we also touch on dook's drinking issues a little in this one, so if any of this makes you uncomfortable, feel free to skip! you won't miss anything vital this time, i promise uhhhh i think thats everything? thanks! enjoy the chapter!

Chapter word count: 5,051 <- Chapter 18 - Chapter 20 -> Read it on AO3!

"Hey, Beach Bear," Dook says, staring out the car window.

"What's up?" Beach Bear replies.

"You said the other day you, like, uh... You took medicine, to become a dude, right?" Dook asks.

"Huh? Oh, yeah," Beach Bear says. "I still take it. You've never noticed?"

Dook shakes his head. "What happens if you stop?"

"You go back," Beach Bear says. "In some regards, at least."

"Hmm." Dook slouches in his seat a bit. "So you gotta take it forever?"

"Long as I wanna stay looking like a dude, yeah," Beach Bear chuckles. "I dunno if too much would change if I stopped now, though. There's a lotta permanent stuff, too. I got a whole surgery and everything."

"Surgery?"

"Yeah, to–" he gestures vaguely at his chest, not taking his eyes off the road. "Y'know, get rid of the extra weight."

"I don't get it," Dook says.

"Agh, nevermind."

Dook stares at Beach Bear's chest. "...Hey, do you have to get your name changed, like in a court n' all?" He asks.

"Dook, I'm tryin' to drive."

Dook stares harder at his chest. He doesn't see the issue. It just looks like a guy's chest.

Oh, wait.

"What'd they do with your extra stuff after you got them removed?" He asks.

"Dook, I–" Beach Bear starts, then pauses. "I don't know, actually."

They sit quietly for a minute, both pondering the possible outcomes. Dook doesn't dedicate too much energy toward it, eventually spacing out once again on the long road ahead of them. They've been driving through the same monotonous scenery for hours now. Tall grassland... trees... a house every mile or so... It's farmland, but god if it isn't boring. There's not even any radio signal out here.

"...Beach Bear?" He pipes up.

"Yeah?"

"What're your parents like?"

"Uh..." Beach Bear trails off, thinking. "I dunno how to put it. They're... they're real pleasant, y'know? Outwardly, at least. They put on a real good face."

"How are they with you?" Dook asks.

"They're... I dunno. They're not bad. They're fine parents. They're just... They've got opinions, y'know? Very strong ones. And no amount of talking to them could ever convince them to rethink any of those opinions. They think they know everything." A hint of spite seeps into his voice at the last sentence.

"Mmh. I think I know the feelin'," Dook says. "They think they know everythin' about you, better than yourself, right?"

"Yeah," Beach Bear says. "It's– It's frustrating." He's holding his tongue, for some reason. "It's rough."

"Sounds rough." Dook says.

"And they live in this big McMansion, too," Beach Bear continues. "They act like they've got it made. They act like they're right about everything. They act like they know better than you, and don't you dare try to have a different opinion, 'cause–" He catches himself. "...'Cause... Whatever."

If Beach Bear's already getting worked up at the thought of his parents, he can't imagine what it's going to be like when they're actually there. "You gonna be okay?" Dook asks.

"Yeah," Beach Bear says, sighing. "I'll be fine. It's just a weekend."

After some seemingly endless length of time driving past the fields and farms, they finally arrive at Beach Bear's parents' house. He wasn't lying when he said they lived in a McMansion. The house is vast, with a white brick front and pale red roofing. The shapes of the roofing could be considered abstract art in itself– square, pyramid, conical, square, triangle... It almost looks like the house is trying to grow smaller houses out of it. Dook stares in awe as they get out of the car, Beach Bear's parents awaiting them on the porch.

"Beatrice!" His mother calls, rushing to embrace him. She's slender, with sandy, almost brown fur. Dook almost wouldn't guess she was a polar bear. She's done her face up almost excessively with makeup, and she hikes up her pink dress a bit to reach Beach Bear. She's still a bit shorter than him, though, and stands on her tiptoes to kiss him.

Beach Bear chuckles. "Hi, Mom," he says, hugging her back. "How've you been?" Dook watches her fuss over him, and Beach Bear taking it completely fine. It's like everything he said about not liking them before never happened.

"You're still driving this wreck, kid?" His father says, also moving from his position on the porch to greet them.

"It's the only car I've got, Dad," Beach Bear says. "We're still fixing it from the wreck."

"That's what I mean," he says. "Why keep it? Better to get something new by this point, anyway."

"Ah, that's... I guess it just didn't occur to me," Beach Bear says. Dook knows that's a lie. Why not explain his reasoning?

"And you," his mother says, turning to Dook. "You must be Dook, then?"

"Y- Yeah," Dook says. He holds out a hand. "Dook Larue. Nice to meet ya." Beach Bear's father grips it first, way too tightly.

"Good to meet you too," he says. "Name's Beau."

His mother shakes Dook's hand next. "And I'm Betty," she adds. "We're very happy to have you here, Dook."

Beau is a towering man– taller than both Betty and Beach Bear, and much taller than Dook. Here he was thinking Beach Bear was tall... Beau has gray fur, a strong face, and an equally strong build. Even for someone starting to get up there in age, he's shockingly strong-looking. Dook feels like less of a man, stood next to him. He pats Dook's back– or at least, Dook assumes that's what he meant to do. It's really more of a slap, and it makes Dook near jump out of his skin.

"Well, no point in keeping us all out here," he says. "Let's get you two unpacked."

The group takes their bags from the car and heads inside. The house somehow seems even bigger on the inside– tile flooring, two staircases on either side of the living room, and a fireplace below the TV, propped up onto the wall. Dook continues to feel smaller.

From the top of the left staircase, a ferret pops her head around the corner, waving down toward them.

"Mr. Baxter! The bedroom is finished being cleaned!" She calls.

"Thank you, Margaret," Beau calls back up to her. "Could you take their bags?" Margaret is already on her way down the stairs before he even asks. She moves quickly and smoothly, like she's refined housekeeping down to a formula. She takes their bags, acknowledging the two of them with a nod, before leaving just as quickly as she came.

"You have a maid?" Dook says.

Betty laughs. "Please, don't be ridiculous! Margaret is a housekeeper, not a maid. A maid would live here."

Dook doesn't see much difference between the two. He glances toward Beach Bear for guidance, who doesn't look back.

"Dinner is still cooking," Beau says. "In the meantime, why don't we sit and chat?" He moves toward the couch. Beach Bear and Dook follow, and Betty wanders off upstairs. Beach Bear sits next to his father, and Dook chooses to sit in the chair across from the couch.

"So, Dook," Beau starts. "Tell me about yourself."

"Well, uh–" He wasn't really expecting this. "I, ah. I'm Dook, I'm a drummer, I'm from New Orleans–"

"Lousiana?" Beau asks.

"Y- yeah."

"It's a beautiful state," he says. "Do you speak any French?"

"Ah– No," Dook says. "I know some Spanish, though."

"What led to that?" Beau asks.

"Well, I had to choose which language I wanted to take in school, and I couldn't pronounce the French letters," Dook says candidly. Beau laughs.

"Dad considers himself something of a polyglot," Beach Bear explains. "He gets real excited about it."

"Quite excited," Beau says. Dook isn't sure if he's emphasizing the point, or correcting Beach Bear on his grammar. "Still, Dook, me alegro de conocer a otro hablante de español. ¿No es así?"

"Uhh." Dook doesn't speak this much Spanish. "S- Sí. Muy bien," he says.

"Oh, Beatrice!" Betty calls, quickly going down the stairs toward them. In her arms, three books. "I was in your bedroom, just double-checking Margaret's work– not that I don't think she did a good job, of course, I just like to make sure, since you can never be too careful with these things, y'know– it's so important in situations like these when you've got someone important over and–"

"Damn it, Betty, spit it out," Beau says.

"You'll never guess what I found!" Betty finishes, dropping down the books onto the coffee table between the four of them. They're photo albums.

"Oh, god," Beach Bear says. "Mom, no."

"Why not?" Betty says. "If you and Dook are going steady, he's part of the family now. And if he's going to be part of the family, he should see our family memories. Besides, you've been missing long enough that it's started to feel like these pictures are all I had of you! You might need a refresher yourself, y'know."

"Alright, alright." Beach Bear picks up a book and opens it to a random page. "These are, like, exclusively baby pictures of me," he complains.

"What's wrong with that?" She replies, snatching the book from him. "Anyway–" She sits down next to Dook, flipping back to the first page. "–Here's our Baby Bear when we first brought her home from the hospital–"

"Mom," Beach Bear says.

"Would you quit your complaining?" Betty says.

"I don't think Dook wants to see my baby pictures," he says.

"Dook, do you have any issue with looking at our family memories?" Betty asks Dook.

Dook looks between the two of them, unsure who he should appeal to. Beach Bear would hate it if this continued, but probably wouldn't be too angry at Dook himself. Betty might be angry if they didn't continue, and he doesn't know her well enough to determine how bad it'd be. And... well, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't curious to see the pictures, too. He shakes his head no.

"See?" Betty says. Beach Bear sighs, but doesn't protest further. He stands from the couch.

"I'm going to the bathroom," he says.

"That's not very becoming language!" Betty calls after him.

"I'm going to powder my nose!" Beach Bear calls back, already halfway to the bathroom.

Betty sighs. "Children," she says to Dook. She flips the page. "Oh, this is her first day of preschool!"

·–—–·

Dook sits at the dinner table, staring down at the array of utensils laid out in front of him. They'd already been served soup, and Dook had to watch which spoon everyone else picked up first. It's silent in the room other than the sound of their own eating, making the whole room feel uncomfortable. At least he's managing. He glances at Beach Bear, sitting across the table from him. His expression is unreadable. Dook hopes he's holding up okay.

"Mr. Baxter," Margaret says, poking her head through the door to the dining room. "Dinner is ready."

"It's early, Margaret, isn't it?" Beau glances at the clock on the wall. "We're still on the first course."

"Yes, sir, but... the meal has been finished for a while now," Margaret protests meekly.

"We're still on the first course," he says again, gesturing to the soup bowl in front of him.

"O- of course, sir, but the meal will get cold if–"

"Margaret–"

"Beau," Betty says, her tone much gentler than his has become. She puts a hand gingerly on his arm. "Margaret, thank you. Please bring in the meal now."

Margaret nods, and disappears behind the door again.

"...Tense dinner," Beach Bear offers.

Both Betty and Beau sigh, but don't answer past that.

It's a moment more of silence before Margaret reappears, pushing a cart of food. Dook immediately recognizes the scent of seafood, but can't place the smell exactly. Margaret places plates in front of everyone at the table. It's an incredibly dark meat, with mushroom and rice on the side.

"Is this...?"

"Seal," Betty says. "It's a delicacy among polar bears... and Beatrice's favorite." She smiles at Beach Bear.

"Yeah," Beach Bear adds. "I haven't had it in ages."

"Dook, you've never had it?" Beau asks. Dook shakes his head, and Beau laughs. "You're in for a treat, then."

Margaret approaches Dook again, with a bottle of wine in hand. She gestures for his glass so she can pour the drink. Dook hesitates. He hasn't had any alcohol since... since his 'incident,' causing this whole mess. He's not sure if having anything to drink tonight is exactly a smart idea.

"I, uh, I really shouldn't," he says quietly to her.

"Don't be ridiculous," Beau says. "You're a guest, have something to drink."

Dook glances toward Beach Bear.

"You wouldn't want to deny their hospitality... honey," he says somewhat awkwardly. Dook had almost forgotten they're meant to be a couple.

"R– right," he says. "I guess I can have a glass, then." He passes his glass to Margaret, who fills it with the dark red liquid. Dook can't deny the little surge of excitement he gets when he sees it pour out of the bottle. What a pretty color.

"So, Dook," Betty says, "tell me about you."

"Well, I–"

"He speaks Spanish," Beau says. "Did you know that?"

"No," Betty says, enthused. "What a cultured young man. How did you meet Beatrice?"

Dook freezes at the question. He knows how they met, but he also knows they'd hate the answer. He hadn't prepared any better of a story.

"We met at a social thing," Beach Bear cuts in. "Remember that youth group thing I mentioned to you on the phone?" Betty nods. "Dook's a counselor for a group a bracket below mine. We had a counselors-only get-together situation, and we met there." He takes a bite of his food. "Very family-friendly."

"Don't talk with your mouth full," Beau says. Then, "Dook, I wasn't aware you worked with children."

Dook wasn't aware, either. "I'm... very humble," he says. He stares down at his plate. He didn't even realize seal was a thing anyone ate. It's dark red, almost black. His nose is telling him otherwise, but... he takes a bite. It's unlike anything he's ever had before– and he's unsure if that's a good thing or not. Far too fishy for his taste, he knows. But he know he needs to keep up appearances, so he can't stop eating entirely. Instead, he takes a sip of his wine. It's good– sweet, and not too dry. Dook starts taking bigger sips.

"Mmh," Beau grumbles. "Did you see that story on the news this morning? I swear, they need to bring back actual reporting. This whole thing with–"

"Beau, honey," Betty says. "Not at dinner."

Beau grumbles again, trying to find another topic to discuss. "...Tax season's coming up."

No one knows how to respond– the table falls quiet. Dook finds his glass empty already. He puts it down on the table, picking more at his meal. It only takes a few more nibbles at the meat for Margaret to return with the bottle, offering him more. Who is he to deny their hospitality?

"This is really good," he says to no one in particular as he drinks more.

"Oh, I'm so glad you're enjoying the meal," Betty says. Dook blinks, looking down at his barely-touched plate.

"Right," he says.

The dinner continues in bouts of silence for a while longer– spurts of uncomfortable conversation sandwiched by quiet portions of just eating and drinking. Dook makes his way through about half the plate and a third glass of wine. By then, he's not quite paying attention to the conversations happening around him, more listening idly as he feels that familiar pleasant fuzz come over him.

"So, ah. Mom, Dad, how have things been?" Beach Bear says, if only to break another stretch of silence. "Since I was last here, and all."

"...We redid the game room," Betty says.

Dook's ears perk up. "Game room?"

"Oh, yeah," Beach Bear says. "You'd like it, Dook. We should play a game after this."

"Okay," Dook says, smiling for possibly the first time since they got here. He glances toward Margaret– who moves to open a second bottle.

"And you?" Beau asks, not looking up from his plate. "What have you gotten up to since you stopped talking to us?"

"...Well, uh... Dook and I have been, uh, putting together a band," Beach Bear says.

"Don't tell me you're still doing that music crap," Beau says.

"Beau," Betty says.

"No," he says, "No, this is just ridiculous. If she were a musician, a real one playing real music, I'd understand. But this– this 'rock and roll' thing? There's no class!"

"Dad, I–"

"Is this what you left us for?" He says.

"That's not why!" Dook snaps.

"Dook!" Beach Bear says sharply. "Don't... Don't get involved."

"I... Okay," he says. Beach Bear's right– he's being impulsive. Dook looks to his glass, just in time to see Margaret fill it up again. A wash of shame comes over him. He keeps drinking.

"I don't know what I expected from you," Beau continues. "What did I want? Change? After all this time of you missing?"

"Beau, I think you've had too much wine, honey," Betty tries.

He ignores her. "What did I expect, maturity? Class? Respectability? From you?"

Beach Bear clenches his jaw, but doesn't say anything.

"What other little 'phases' of yours are you not over?" Beau interrogates, standing from his chair and leaning over the table toward Beach Bear. "I swear to God, if I find out you've still been smoking pot, I'll–"

"You'll what?" Beach Bear says. "Disown me?"

Beau opens his mouth to retort, but nothing comes out. Everyone at the table knows Beach Bear is already basically estranged. He sits down.

"...Your voice sounds different," he mutters.

Beach Bear stabs his fork into a mushroom. "I'm still working at the music store, Mom."

Betty laughs, sharp and nervous. "That's– that's great, honey," she says. She stands with her plate. Margaret hurries to take it from her, and only then does Betty seem to remember she's here.

"Excuse me," she says, before hurriedly leaving the room.

·–—–·

"Beach Bear," Dook says.

"I know, it's not what you expected," Beach Bear says.

"Beach Bear."

"Look, I'll teach you how to play, alright? Don't worry about it."

"Beach Bear."

"What?"

"I'm, uh..." Dook shifts awkwardly, the plush carpeting of the game room under his feet making him feel somewhat unsteady. "I'm sorry. About dinner."

"Why?" Beach Bear asks. "You didn't do anything wrong."

"You–" He's still buzzed, which isn't helping him find the right words. "You got mad at me."

Beach Bear sighs. "I'm not mad at you, man. I'm– I'm sorry I snapped at you then. I got stressed, 'cause I thought you were gonna say something about..." His eyes flash to the doorway for a second. "...y'know."

"...I almost did," Dook says.

"But you didn't," Beach Bear tells him. "That's what matters." He stands from the bench they're sitting on. "How are you doing?"

"How am I...?" Dook doesn't understand the question.

"Well, for starters, you were kinda getting through dinner on wine," Beach Bear says. "And I know dinner was... I know my family's..." He makes a sour face, not finishing the sentence.

"I know," Dook says.

"They're... usually better than that. Especially with guests."

"It's been a long time since they saw you," Dook says. "It's– it makes sense if they're, y'know. What's the word?"

"Harboring some emotions?" Beach Bear responds, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

"Yeah," Dook says, "it's all pent up n' all."

"I guess." Beach Bear doesn't seem happy with the answer, but it's not like there's a better answer out there.

"At least we leave tomorrow," Dook offers.

"Yeah," Beach Bear says. He moves over to Dook's left, toward the billiards table. "You still want me to teach you how to play?"

Dook stands. "Yeah. Show me."

Beach Bear hands Dook a cue before putting all the balls into place. Dook holds it somewhat awkwardly, unsure of the right positioning before settling on holding it horizontally with both hands. Beach Bear finishes setting up the game, resting the stick vertically at his side, and Dook quickly corrects. Beach Bear snickers.

"I'll start," he says. "The goal of the game is to get all of your balls into the holes on the sides of the table. You can only hit the white ball, which has to knock the other balls into the holes. If you get the white ball in the hole, you lose a turn and I get to put it wherever I want. If you get the black 8 ball in the hole before you've done everything else, you automatically lose."

"Which balls are mine?" Dook asks.

"There's the solid color ones and the striped ones– whoever gets one in first gets to claim that type." Beach Bear lines up his cue, hits the white ball, and the group of colored balls scatter. A red striped one lands in a corner pocket. "Looks like I'm stripes. If you get a ball in, you get to go again."

"Sounds like you're makin' up the rules as you go," Dook says. Beach Bear laughs. He lines up again, and hits a green striped ball– which bounces off the edge of a pocket and doesn't go in.

"Your turn, big shot," he says.

Dook assesses the table. There's a solid yellow ball near a pocket, but he's not sure how to actually get it in there. He approaches the white ball, trying to mimic the pose he saw Beach Bear in. After a moment, he hits the ball– or, at least, tries to. His cue is unsteady, and it cants upwards, barely skimming the top of the ball. It rolls forward about an inch.

"You can retry if you want," Beach Bear tells him. Dook moves the ball back to where it started, trying again. This time, he's a bit more powerful, and while he still hits the side of the ball, it moves. It bounces off the wall of the table and lands gracefully in a pocket.

"Damn," he mutters. Beach Bear chuckles, retrieving it from the bottom of the table.

"Looks like I get to go twice again," he teases, placing it back on the table near one of his balls. But his confidence gets the better of him, and he manages to both miss the ball he was going for and land the white one in a pocket again. "Alright, well. Never said I was good at this game."

Dook laughs, taking the ball from him. He isn't sure where to place it, so he just puts it down near one of his balls. "How do you–?" He tries to line up the cue again, still not comfortable with the position.

"Here," Beach Bear says, "lemme show you."

Beach Bear moves behind Dook, wrapping his arms around him to help him into position. His size makes this no issue– he easily reaches Dook's hands and helps him adjust his grip on the cue. He's not fully behind him, slightly off to his left, but Dook can't ignore how it feels to have Beach Bear's whole body lean into him like this. He's so big, and warm, and soft... his fur, while covered by his clothes, still makes him feel almost plush to the touch. Dook would give anything to have this feeling last forever.

"Relax," Beach Bear says. "You're too tense with it."

"Ah– right," Dook says, trying to loosen up. It's hard when they're in this position. Beach Bear slides Dook's left hand forward on the cue, lifting it slightly upward to aim straight at the ball. His right hand clasps over Dook's right hand, pulling the cue back...

Dook's ball rolls smoothly into the pocket.

"We did it," Dook murmurs.

"Yeah!" Beach Bear says, finally pulling away. "Nice job, Dook."

"You did the whole thing for me," Dook says.

"I wasn't the one holding the cue." Beach Bear smirks. Dook flushes, and he finds himself thankful for the alcohol. At least it can serve as a cover for getting this flustered.

"You got real close," he says. "If I didn't know no better, I'd say the fake dating thing wasn't an act." He laughs, trying to make it clear he's joking. Is he joking?

Beach Bear doesn't respond to him directly, just gives him a knowing look. "It's your turn again."

Dook swallows, still unconfident in his own skills. "I, uh. I need help still," he says.

Beach Bear smiles. "Can't get enough of me, huh?" He jokes. "Alright, line up for me. I'll correct you."

Dook finds another ball to aim for and lowers himself toward the table again. It is starting to make more sense for him now, it's just a matter of practice. But he'll never refuse Beach Bear leaning over him and guiding his hands again. Jeez. He's not sure if it's his embarrassment or the wine that's making him feel this warm.

"You're already looking better," Beach Bear says from behind– he's not leaning on Dook this time, but he is leaning very close– he's talking quietly right into his ear. His left hand meets Dook's, guiding his aim. They pull back the cue...

"Oh–!" A voice says from the doorway. Dook hits the ball from reflex, and the 8 ball goes tumbling into the pocket. Game over. Betty stands there, quickly averting her eyes. "Goodness. I didn't expect I'd need to knock."

Beach Bear suddenly straightens at the sight of his mother, and Dook follows. "No need to knock," Beach Bear says. "I'm just helping Dook with his aim. He's never played billiards before."

Betty sighs, though the flush on her face is still there. "Of course. I just wanted to let you two know the room is ready, whenever you're ready for bed."

"The room?" Dook asks.

"Yes, your bedroom. Is there an issue?"

The two look at each other. Are they going to be sharing a bedroom? Did both of them forget to factor this in? Beach Bear shakes his head. "No issue here," he says. "Can you– uh– we should go there, now."

"R- right," Dook says.

"Yes," Betty concurs.

The two hastily put their cues back where they got them and follow Betty to the bedroom. Dook spares a quick glance at Beach Bear, and while he can't tell for sure, it looks like he's blushing, too.

They head upstairs and down a hallway– this place really is a mansion. After a few minutes, they finally reach the room. Betty opens the door for them, and the three file inside.

“M– Mom,” Beach Bear says, a dawning look of horror on his face.

The room is very clearly that of a little girl’s. The walls are covered in a pale blue, flowery wallpaper. The bed, while large enough for two adults, is covered in plushes and decorative pillows- a pink striped blanket covers the mattress. The walls are adorned with flower-themed decorations, crayon drawings, and a few band posters.

“You redid the game room, but… not my bedroom?” He asks. “In like, seven years?”

“Why would we?” Betty replies. “We wanted to preserve what was here. We love you, Baby Bear.”

Beach Bear all but winces at hearing that. What exactly are they preserving by keeping this the way it is? This isn’t Beach Bear at all. Whoever used to live in this room… they’re clearly gone, if they ever lived here at all. Dook looks at the way Betty beams at the sight of the room. She’s so wrapped up in protecting her daughter, she hasn’t realized in all this time that she doesn’t have one.

Betty pats Beach Bear on the shoulder. “Goodnight, honey,” she tells him, before leaving the room.

Beach Bear swallows, then sighs. “I’m, uh–”

“It’s okay,” Dook says, smiling shyly at him. “I don’t mind how the room looks.”

“I’m sorry about her, too.”

“Hey.” Dook nudges him in the arm, stopping himself just short of taking his hand. “You didn’t do nothin’ wrong. So you don’t gotta apologize for nothin’.”

Beach Bear smiles faintly. “Yeah,” he says. “We… still have to share a bed, though.”

“We don’t have to,” Dook suggests. “I could…” He eyes a plush looking chair in the corner. “I could sleep there.”

“Nah, I’m not gonna make you do that,” Beach Bear says. “We’ll just rough it.” He chuckles to himself, and approaches the bed. “It’s like camping. You gotta put up with tough shit sometimes, but it’s part of the fun.”

Dook follows him to the bed. “You doin’ okay? With everything that’s happened?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Beach Bear says, but Dook recognizes a twinge of that tired tone in his voice.

“...’Least we leave tomorrow,” Dook says.

Beach Bear smiles, the most genuine smile he’s seen from him all day. “Yeah,” he says. “Hope you don’t mind being my boyfriend until then.”

Dook snickers, climbing onto the bed. “Not if you don’t mind being mine.”

“Take your clothes off, you dweeb,” Beach Bear teases, hitting Dook with a pillow.

“Fine.” Dook pulls his shirt off. Margaret’s left their bags neatly opened by the window. Dook goes over to it and pulls out their pajamas. “I’ve never seen you wear pajamas,” he tells Beach Bear.

“Because I don’t wear pajamas,” he says. “I sleep in my underwear. But my parents would–”

“--hate that,” Dook finishes.

“Exactly. Gimme.” Dook tosses them over before changing into his own.

“Well,” Dook says, rejoining Beach Bear in bed. “One more day?”

“Half a day,” Beach Bear says. “We’ll be fine.”

“Yeah.” Dook gets comfortable under the covers as Beach Bear reaches for the light. Teasing each other about dating is fun and all, but the idea of actually sleeping in the same bed as Beach Bear makes Dook’s heart beat at a mile a minute. He’s a little afraid Beach Bear might actually be able to hear it. But there’s no time to question it– they’re already in bed together.

“Goodnight, ‘babe,’” Beach Bear says as he turns off the light.

Dook’s heart flutters. “Goodnight, honey.”

#juno.pdf #part of the band #potb #rae #rockafire explosion #rock afire explosion #showbiz pizza #dook larue #beach bear #also featuring my most fleshed out original characters for this fic whom i hate /lh #fanfic #fanfiction

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As fillers for my days when I don't read the current fic I'm still into right now entitled Between Dreams & Temptations by tasogareban (because I have been busy with studying and school shit that I think of reading fanfic a distraction, + my anxiety won't let me read because reading fanfics is a ME time), I watched video essays about Reylo, and about the last episode of thr sequel I have yet to watch (because I have not finished the aforementioned fanfic, and this fic is set after between TFA and TLJ so I don't want to cloud my mind with TROS, knowing how it ends already).

The first Reylo video essay I watched was entitled Reylo Theory Explained to the Haters | Why Rey and Kylo Ren Together Makes Sense by The Den of Nerds. It was an OK take, and he said he took his content inspiration from a 3 part series by Vincent Vendetta, so I went ahead and watched those as well. I liked Vincent Vendetta's videos more, and these videos were released after the first movie, episode 8, The Force Awakens. When I read the comments I think people were just speculating / predicting about Reylo happening in the next movie. It was a really good watch. I can't believe Star Wars official posters/merch hinted so much Reylo 😭

Links!

Reylo Explained Part 1 - Vincent Vendetta

Reylo Explained Part 2

Reylo Explained Part 3

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Last night, I watched what I thought was a video talking about Reylo in TROS, but she talked about TROS in general.

Video title: Oh no! The Rise of Skywalker was real bad :( by Jenny Nicholson

This was hilarious 😂 And I recently just contemplated about whether watching TROS would be even worth my time. The way she talked about it the story felt like it's going to be just a wild goose chase (with the map and Palpatine). It sounds like the movie's premise is really bad.

The comments on the video are so funny tho!

Who are you?

I'm Rey.

Rey who?

Reydio GAGA

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I already know what happens to Reylo, well, most especially Ben, so I feel like if I watch TROS I'll just have to take it with a grain of fucking salt, and just watch it for the Reylo bond scenes and the kiss.

I've already bookmarked fix-it fics post-TROS for Reylo ��😭🥴

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Currently I'm watching Reylo: A Complicated History by Joe Brennan. This was released in 2021, so quite fresh from the last movie of the sequel.

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I am also going crazy about Adam Driver edits on Tiktok like I cannot stop thinking about Ben Solo like 😮‍💨

This was the edit that started it all for me. Hearing Kali Uchis reminded me of the song she had with Tyler the Creator, and now that song is something I dedicate to Reylo 😭

Song: See You Again by Tyler the Creator

Kali's part:

Can I get a kiss?

And can you make it last forever?

I said I'm 'bout to go to war (Uh-huh)

And I don't know if I'ma see you again

Can I get a kiss? (Can I?)

And can you make it last forever? (Can you?)

I said I'm 'bout to go to war (I'm 'bout to)

And I don't know if I'ma see you again

#godmothersthoughts #reylo #kylo x rey

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historixally-accurate · 2 months ago

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hee hoo its late at night but im still awake so im repsonding teehee. youre probably gonna see this during breakfast, so. good morning! ohaiyo早安 selamat pagi <3

YOURE A NATURAL ENGLISH A1er?!?!?!? god damn but also lowkey me too LOL. i dont remember much from when i was still wriitng narrative/discursive essays, but i found it easier than others for the most part. holy yap. ill gladly listen to you yap too its only an equivalent exchange...we're both a bit insane for men halfway across the world who love to go fast in a video game.

your primary school sounds like a nightmare. goddamn. i guess my prisch was also pretty pressurising, but from the sounds of yours, suddenyl i think it wasnt that bad after all... psle huh, crazy times. seems so long ago help now i feel old. i hope youre gonna be okay in your current school :,) the sg school system really doesnt let up, but its really, really important to know that youre never alone!

thanks for the compliment about marker mediums, though i dont think its actually that bad unless you have markers that are seriously in need of rescucitation. like on their last legs. unfortunately i cant send a picture of that kazuha because going anon removes the image sending feature, so maybe someday in the future. once i work up the courage to actually talk to you under my handle >_>

OH WOW you really have a hbg themed phone thats so cool u_u i agree with your family, thats swag as hell. the slingshot feinberg quote sent me for absolutely no reason, im shaking w laughter rn and frantically trying to suppress it so i dont wake my family. send help😭😭 and youre so real for the daily usage of the word "mongey". its only NOT invaded my daily speech because im purposely avoiding thinking about it...if i bury myself in doing sports surely the bigbigmongey brainrot wont get me smile (no this isnt copium wdym) this is ignoring the fact that without thinking i keep saying "what the sigma" and "what the skibidi" unironically btw. both my friends and i know im cooked as fuck

i actually did NOT know there was an upcoming BAC stream. im like a fake ahh fan... ill do my best to be there but uh. my duties arent over, despite it being the hols. this sucks :^(

mad respect to you, actually playing the game you watch. my lazy ass would NOT get off my ass enough to do this ever smh. im sure getting knocked off by a piglin is a pain every speedrunner can relate to . same goes from hitting the cope. except for me, if that shit ever happens im skipping the cope and striaght up hitting the bong. for SG legal reasons this is a JOKE! MOH please dont find me

hey you take lit too ? aura level just went up dawg. youve just caught a fat lit lover right here. im a guilty guilty poetry lover. sorry i just love both poetry and prose it makes me go WidePeepoHappy

lowkey though if you ever decide to take a HBG members legs may i suggest mr lewis fulham ive heard him being desrcibed as a birch tree so that means hes tall right. ill even aid and abet! im sure he wouldnt miss a few cm

bro did NOT just do the clash royale laugh at me😒😒my friends keep telling me im firmly chaotic evil. like damn where is the democracy bros didnt even give me a chance to squeak out a fart before straight up attacking my reputation😟 they my opps frfr

i get it when you say you get pressed cause whenever things dont go as theyre supposed to i inwardly get more and more tilted LMAOOO dw ur not the only one.

i would loooove to watch hbg do more sports related content because i find it hilarious that the one time at twitchcon (?) during poundy's football match there were SO MANY INJURIES... tf you mean couri broke his mf elbow in a sport supposedly restricted to legs. as a sportsperson i really do love playing sports wahaha <3

i cant tell if youre serious about liking amath but damn if you like amath thats really good smile :) much more formula based but overall more predictable.

question for today... what made you decide talkingmime was your favourite hbg member? kinda curious and wanted to give you a reason to yap more about him . feel free to type out a response the lnegth of the mekong river, i promise ill read it i love to read (maybe that why im such a good lurker LMAO). personally im still undecided on who my favouirte member is, but since ive talked so much about mr condiment cringe man 21custard i guess ill just say i like him cause of his goofy ahh humour and memes. im just a sucker for people with good vibes/dryass humour/an entire arsenal of your mom jokes. dont ask about tgat last one. im currently trying to know tekniik better and im falling victim to more deez nuts and your mom jokes than ive ever experienced before. i love it btw

holy yap i think ive talked too much.....never trust anything you say after 9pm....i think they were right the demons got to me. namely my unhealthy terminal obession with fart jokes. same to you, hope you have a beautiful mongey pyun pyun morning <3 always happy to give you an essay response. arigato for readin ;)

-sgmcsr anon

hi anon!!! sorry for the late response, I just got sick and I WAS SLEEPING FOR HALF THE DAY TODAY. let's get cracking

about my amazing spectacular skibidi English, yes! natural English a1-er ^_^ well actually it was only up till like eoys where I got my first DEVASTATING B3, but apart from that, I've been doin good for English. call me. idk Shakespeare. idk. ALSO SHARING OF YAP.. whenever you gain the courage to ask on main, I'll gladly yap with you... I'm online literally 24/7 now that I've got nothing to do with my life, so it'll be nice to speak with someone in the same timezone and who has the same interests that I do.

about my primary school, yeah it was a little bit of a nightmare academically. coming to think of it, because of all I experienced, it doesn't seem that bad because I experienced it. but on paper it's terrible. wow. anyway, not to be trauma dumpy or unskibidi ^_^ struggling to make friends in my current school, and MOE's school system is unrelentless as always, but ball it we fuck, I am okay.

about marker mediums.. I see... that's really cool.. yeah, all my markers are like. dried up and I haven't bothered to go buy new ones or ask for new ones </3 I'd love to see the weed smoking kazuha one day... very excited

about my skibidi HBG wallpaper. I feel like my layout is hella cramped, but its what I have to work with because. I don't know how to organise my phone. maybe I'll sit down one day and figure out how to make it cooler </3 also, very mongeyful, very beautiful. I am filled with mongey joy. ome

not sure if it's obvious, but fein has also cultivated my usage of the word 'skibidi' specifically?? it's very obvious because I say it every 5 seconds :') and because of one specific mime clip, fulham has influenced me to say the word 'peculiar' very very often 😭😭😭 like instead of calling someone weird, I'll say 'dude! you're soooo peculiar.' yeah, I'm a little normal!

bout the upcoming BAC stream, yeahhh I don't blame you... mime released that fact like. a couple streams ago, and even then nobody knew he was live except for like. 20 people? so i dont think it's just you who doesn't know, dw! I'm just caught in the loop :3 besides, it's on either November 22nd or 23rd, and it'll take at least 24 hours, so don't worry about not catching it for at least a little ^_^

about my. haha. very terrible learning of how to speedrun. despite getting all the help I could ever want to speedrun, I'm still absolutely terrible at it, and I can never find the motivation to do so </3 I'd love to be better and gain more confidence or motivation.. I just don't know how to do that. also, fuck hoglins, suck it pigs >:(

ALSO. FUCKING FART JOKES?? I'm drawing the line...anon... you are behind bars now........ STAY AWAY!!!!! (/j please stay they're funny) as someone who's purely true neutral, I have no comment and will nod my head, saying 'normal ass Tuesday in singapore'

about which HBG members people.. fuck it you get the point I'm tired of this format. yeah! Singaporeans and their short fuses, it is so normal and I am no exception </3 it's awesome tho, I can keep boundaries as someone who says yes too much 😎 hell eyah

HBG FOOTBALL. couriway breaking his arm, silver r runs spraining his ankle and tapl harvey also. straining his ankle iirc??? that shit was so chaotic. IF YOU WANT HBG PLAYING LIKE. FOOTBALL. THE MINECRAFT KIND. here's a feinbergfunny/feinberg rocks video. enjoy.

I haven't done too much amath, but. ohhh it's so. clear cut?? it's very inchresting. I think it's not terrible so far... but I can't say for myself </3 must keep grinding forward and see

GOLDS DAILY DOUBLE.. why is mime my favourite HBG member.. and how did I come to that conclusion... man, it's been like 2 months.. I think it's cuz i watched the silverrrunsfunny video about HoN? and it's a lot of mime n silverr clips... the 5 minutes that they were trapped doing parkour in a cubby hole tryna get the last easter egg made me extremely intrigued like.. who is this MIME GUY... he's so peculiar... and then I finish the video, and see talkingmimefunny recommended!! I watched all his videos. and I got hooked. SO FAST. ended up finding people who also like him, and found out he did BAC, and. the rest is history. or historix. haha. Hahaha. I like mime because of how smart and organised he is, I also like how he take initiative in a lot of events that he's participating in together with friends. I also like people who are snarky and have a very interesting voice but you didn't hear this from me. at all. aaanyway, apart from mime, I also really like nEmerald and fein? I like emerald because he reminds me of lifesteal cc mapic, which drew my attention to him. he's also really silly. and I'm a sucker for people who have green as their colour pallete. feinberg.. he's just. silly. and he's feinberg man I don't know what else to say bout that 🤷

Holy yap. happy 11pm! NEVER UTTER THE WORDS 'HAVE A BEAUTIFUL MONGEY PYUN PYUN MORNING' EVER AGAIN. I CRIED. SO HARD. it's fucking hilarious. I'll start using that with my friends. anyway, as always, have a skibidi-tastic, mega ultra kawaii, animefied morning if you see this, and an alpha, rizz master night if you're seeing this at night and you stay up.

here's your daily mime doodle :)

#histostories #sg anon you're very cool #yipee!#I yapped. a lot for the mime bit.#he's so peculiar to me.#anyway #hope my yappery was enjoyed

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pumpkinupsidedowncake · 2 years ago

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Live(ish)blogging my reaction to The Road Not Taken, by Robert Frost, for posterity, part two: homoerotic landscaping, paul bunyan slashfic, and other tales

This section of the book contains Frost’s “seminarrative, semiphilosophical poems”. Utermeyer’s commentary apparently extends throughout the book, which is nice for context even if his worship of Frost gets on my nerves.

I don’t know if I’ll have something to say on each poem or not, but I’ll label each thing I’m talking about by the name of the poem.

“The Tuft of Flowers”

The pre-poem commentary description thing also describes the plot of mob psycho. The poem itself is sort of plain, but its story is memorable and sweet. It’s also much more homoerotic than I was expecting. Like obviously it’s just a soul-strong bond borne out of a deep shared love for nature, not inherently romantic or sexual. But like, all you’d have to do to make it explicitly gay is add one last couplet where they make out. Rhyme kiss with bliss, add some descriptions of nature to the mix, and you’re done. It would work!

“Blueberries”

Boring boring neighborhood gossip dr seuss ass meter oh shiiit neighborhood drama I’m now invested in hell yeah steal those blueberries Troll Reminiscence and that’s the end of the poem.

Very conversational. Would make for a great improv prompt.

“Home Burial”

A really interesting dichotomy between views of death. The fact that the husband is trying to force the wife to move on is probably speaking to how eventually coming to his nonchalant view of death is expected of those that grieve, but also fuck that guy for real. It’s cool to grieve in different ways, but he literally went down the stairs after he promised his wife he wouldn’t. He’s an asshole. The fact that their relationship is symbolic of death-mourning-whatever-tf doesn’t negate how much she deserves a divorce.

An interesting poem I wouldn’t hate writing an essay on.

“The Witch of Coös”

Wait so is the skeleton her husband? Huh? What? Is there a twist ending or am I just confused

“Paul’s Wife”

Hey Pauuul, Paul Bunyan (Paul Bunyan)! He’s 63 axe handles high with his feet on the ground and his head in the sky—

Is this gonna be like the nyan cat video where he gets a girlfriend? Aand that’s a slur. Thanks robert :/

If his wife is a tree is this gonna be like what happened with the entwives in lord of the rings? Also why is Murphy hiding in a shed and watching Paul while he’s near a body of water. Explain yourself, Murphy. You look like a skeezy anime protagonist during a hot springs episode. Get some fucking help, man.

Turns out the reason nobody knows shit about Paul Bunyan’s wife is that he’s overly possessive of her. Cool cool cool. Did I just read paul bunyan slashfic? Is that what this was? Problematic yandere paul bunyan, fluff, getting together, outside perspective, 1k. By robert lee frost.

There are more poems in this section but I need to go sit outside with my head in my hands and emotionally process the paul bunyan poem. I was expecting a tragedy and what I received was. Uh. Actually what was that, in sane normal human terms? I can’t describe it as anything other than paul bunyan slashfic. It was probably technically sweet? Like paul’s wife might be into being a cryptid, I don’t know her. Everything’s filtered through Murphy and his assumptions.

#things i have said #tumblr user reacts to classic poetry #(incorrectly)

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olivia--flaversham · 3 months ago

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Olivia huffed. "Yes, I wonder why they give us the most boring stuff in high school? We are supposed to hone our interest in books, not be turned off completely by them." There had been a couple fun choices back in elementary, or at least Olivia remembered it so. High school, not so much. She would have much preferred to prepare essays on her own favorite books.

"Huh. You know I'm not a big TikTok person," she said, a bit bashful. She had creative friends who made truly fun stuff with it, but she really only used it for book recommendations (not that she trusted them too much) and to watch cake-decorating videos. "But maybe I can dress up thirties-style and just, like, talk about Poirot until the cows come home." Olivia wasn't sure many people would care about that. There might be a whole fan community on the app she hadn't found yet, though.

"Hmm... I think the grandpa narration was pretty important, at least in the movie. Like, what he said, and how he said it, kind of colored the boy's interpretation of it, right? Hm, then again, it is true that every reader makes up their own version of a book in their own minds." Their next comment made Olivia gasp. "Oh! That used to happen to me a lot. I read a book and I assume it's real, especially if it's written like someone's testimony. That's what happens when you read too much non-fiction I guess, everything feels like a testimony."

"I read A Christmas Carol against my will in High School," Alice lamented. "I can't say I remember a single word of it. I felt it was terribly boring, and the moral was lost on me because I didn't have very much money in High School… Can't say I've read anything by Cummings though." Alice liked to read, but they were incredibly so at it and therefore didn't engage in the hobby as much as they would have liked. The trouble was that Alice's imagination ran wild, and they pictured too much of the book in their head before their mind wandered to a better story. It was always a disappointment when the story in your head did not match what the book had in print.

"They may take you more seriously if you craft a social media take over that they simply cannot ignore. If you go viral on TIKTOK you're basically set for the foreseeable future if the marketing company catch wind and bring you on as a guest." If only it was so simple, but Alice thought it could be.

Alice allowed muscle memory to take over as they walked, turning a left and then an immediate sharp right to take a shortcut round the back of the houses. "I can't decide if it was better or on par with the movie, though I did read it twice. There are some choices between the two that I found very strange. The grandpa isn't telling the story for one, and the first time I read it I really did think that the author had uncovered a real historical artifact."

#. alice little #. olivia flaversham

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sw1mmingfoolz · 3 years ago

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✨ drabble prompt list ✨

rules:

🌹here you can request drabbles using prompts! there are multiple lists; fluff speech, angst speech, one word and AU. 🌹

🌹PLEASE LIMIT REQUESTS TO:🌹

- one member! the groups i write for are svt, nct (all units) and skz. I only do singular member x reader scenarios :) poly relationships are cool and all but i am not poly and definitely couldn't write a good, convincing poly relationship!

- five prompts; max 3 from the speech and one word lists and max 2 from the AU list (making a total max of 5 per request!). one speech, one word and one AU is probably a good balance, but hey it's up to you to mix and match as you'd like haha

🌹please also don't send a bunch of messages asking if i got your request; requests can take some time as i do have a life outside of tumblr! asking once is okay :)🌹

🌹if you want to take this list or anything from it go ahead; it's a mix of many different lists i saw around and some of my own prompts mixed in there.🌹

🌹please also read my regular requesting rules in the pinned post as they still apply!🌹

🌹the prompts:🌹

FLUFF SPEECH:

1. "how have you survived this long on your own?"

2. "your smile really lights up the room."

3. "i've seen the way you look at me when you think I don't notice"

4. "do you have a crush on me or something?"

5. "it's 5am, why are you awake on the couch watching an 8 hour video essay on victorious?"

6. "i didn't think it was possible to love someone this much."

7. "do you know how beautiful you are? it's truly distracting."

8. "are you wearing my sweater?"

9. "you're so special, in the best way."

10. "your blush is the cutest thing ever."

11. "i didn't know you could cook!"

12. "your body is perfect just the way it is!"

13. "you better stop insulting the love of my life."

14. "there isn't a thing i'd ever change about you."

15. "you're such a good parent."

16. "sorry i fell asleep on you, you're just a really good pillow. did you know that?"

17. "are you okay? do you wanna cuddle?"

18. "i leave you alone for five minutes and this is what happens?"

19. "we might have been a little too loud last night, huh"

20. "wanna see what kinda trouble we can get up to?"

21. "you've been working so hard, let's just spend a chill night together."

22. "i don't expect you to be perfect, that isn't even possible. i love you exactly as you are; imperfections and all."

23. "you might be an idiot but you're my idiot."

24. "you're safe with me, i'm here to protect you."

25. "we don't have to go out; i have sheet masks and cheap wine."

ANGST SPEECH

26. "i have to look out for myself because there isn't a single other person who will. so i'll look out for me and you look out for you, okay?"

27. "they've locked themselves in their room and refuse to come out."

28. "please don't cry. please."

29. "you can yell at me, scream at me, curse me out - just say something. anything."

30. "stop pretending you're okay, 'cause i can see that you're not."

31. "i know you couldn't ever like me the way i am. i'll never be enough for you."

32. "i don't want to hear your excuses anymore."

33. "you don't get to decide what's best for me."

34. "don't ever do that again, you coulda really hurt yourself!"

35. "i just wanna go anywhere else right now."

36. "i don't wanna say goodbye."

37. "you KNOW it's not like that!"

38. "please, just leave."

39. "did you ever actually love me?"

40. "you shouldn't have come here."

41. "this is real life, not a rom com. i would be fine without you."

42. "you've never been properly loved, have you?"

43. "who told you i need fixing and what made you believe them?"

44. "you so obviously still love me."

45. "nothing can justify this."

46. "hate me all you want, we both know i'm right."

47. "please don't look at me with so much hatred."

48. "let's just pretend you didn't break my heart and be civil for a few minutes."

49. "this isn't a quick fix!"

50. "how could you possibly think this wouldn't hurt me?"

ONE WORD

51. hug

52. cuddle

53. scent

54. cold

55. dance

56. stargazing

57. picnic

58. beach

59. hurt

60. sick

61. crying

62. laughing

63. angry

64. playful

65. date

66. drunk

67. kisses

68. singing

69. suggestive

70. domestic

71. pets

72. cooking

73. wedding

74. joking (/crack)

75. morning

LIST OF AUs

76. friends to lovers

77. enemies to lovers

78. exes to lovers

79. established relationship

80. established marriage

81. parent!AU

82. single parent!AU

83. roommate!AU

84. college!AU

85. coworkers!AU (non idol)

86. coffee shop!AU

87. pirates!AU

88. royalty!AU

89. soulmate!AU

90. supernatural being!AU (specify which being(s)! can be from any folklore really i'm a folklore nerd)

91. angels/demons!AU

92. time travel!AU

93. mafia/crime!AU

94. historical!AU (specify the period)

95. magical!AU (witch/wizard)

96. hidden relationship!AU

97. both idols!AU

98. mental bond/telepath!AU

99. random AU (my choice)

100. random AU (your choice! please be descriptive or give a specific prompt!)

🌹this list will be a permanent fixture - it will just open and close as i get requests haha :) if you have any questions go ahead and ask; otherwise, happy requesting! <3🌹

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noobsomeexagerjunk · 3 years ago

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hey what's up with ponk's lemon trees

I watched ponk's s1 dsmp videos on his channel + that Quackity-Ponk interaction referenced from ponk's august 16th lore stream

taken from "How I Scammed Quackity on the Dream SMP", "Dream SMP Lemon City Explained", "I kidnapped WHO on the Dream SMP!?", & "Quackity Builds the First Church in the Dream SMP" [convo starts around 1:28:30]

here's what i learned + some conclusions I made:

- quackity and ponk's interactions have one thing in common and that's ponk believing that quackity is some sort of witch (and that's usually through q using a voice filter)

- ponk was distrustful of church prime during its founding

- there's also these interesting convos from that stream:

"Hey Ponk, what would happen if I suddenly burned this tree down?" "The Mandem (???) will get you," "Who's 'Amandem?'" "You don't wanna know." "Is it you?" "It's a group of people, [spoken over] it's a collective."

and this one:

"I'm fucking dead! This my spirit speaking to you," "Dude, you left a mess!" "No, what the fuck?! I'm dead! Aren't you worried about me actually being fucking dead?!" "No," "Why?! But I'm a good man!" [spoken over] "The lemon god will resurrect you," "Excuse me? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!" [spoken over too] "because our god's real. You'll be back." "I'll be back? No can resurrect b-but the Lord of Church Prime." [also spoken over] "Church Prime...is a cult!" "That's a great thing-that's the great thing about--" "Cult!" [Quackity is dumbfounded.] "Yeah, I didn't stutter, didn't I? I tell you the truth!"

- this is not the first time ponk has pranked sam into thinking he's killed fran; h-how did Ponk come to doing that a second time?

- animal sacrifice is intrinsic to the power of the lemon tree

- the spirit of the lemon trees are traced to a force named mother citrus; according to mother citrus, murdering cats is good luck

- hbomb and ponk's relationship has been tied to animal death huh

- adding the Tales lore about Jack the Potato farmer, something has to be said about the above lemon tree lore and the fact that village murderer Jack started the earliest known lemon tree planting tradition in Ponk's family

- included in TfTSMP: The Village that Went Mad's Jack the Potato Farmer lore is the magical stranger that eerily resembles Foolish that Jack met and received both magical gifts and knowledge of ancient magic from; he mentions that "the stranger" has taken interest in the lemons he began planting

- assuming this stranger IS Foolish, then there's something significant about the lemon trees' connection to death and resurrection; Foolish does demand sacrifices too

- Ponk's current goal is to resurrect Sacrifice! He's involved both Foolish and HBomb in this attempt! Cats and death just have that weird link, do they?

(Any extra thoughts, @prismartist? because I know you're the one behind that Dream SMP Cats & Death essay)

#dream smp #dsmp #dream smp theory #dropsbyponk #ponk #quackity #awesamdude #hbomb94 #foolish gamers #the village that went mad #tftsmp jack the potato farmer #long post

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fantastic-bby · 4 years ago

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SKZ vs. their crush

Pairing: Gender neutral Reader x Member

Word count: 3.9k

Genre: Fluff

Summary: It’s just them crushing on you

Warnings: -

Masterlist

A/n: I tried a different format this time and used bullet points rather than just making it like a full story since my brain was going crazy when I wrote this. Let me know which format you prefer and maybe I might incorporate both bullet points and the essay ones since I actually quite enjoy writing using both.

Chan

You guys only met because you knew Jeongin

The tiny babie brought you to meet his friends

Chan was smitten when he first met you

He thought you were so pretty when he saw you following behind Jeongin

“Innie,”

“Yeah?”

“Who is that?”

He wants Jeongin to introduce you two

Sensing the vibes, the maknae is more than happy to introduce you two

if he was being honest, he already knew Chan would pretty much fall in love with you immediately

Chan’s flustered when he introduces himself to you

He’s almost blubbering all over the place

You find it kinda cute but he’s scared you found him really weird

He tries to steal little moments to be with you

Like ‘accidentally’ bumping into you in the hallway

Or how he just so happens to walk into Jeongin’s room when you’re on a call with him

Or how he just so happens to be lingering around the flea market nearby your college campus

Chan takes care of you without even realising it

If you bump into each other he asks whether you’ve eaten or how your day is

He loves the way you seem to parent his friends like he does

“Jisung, put the knife down. You’re going to hurt somebody”

“Hehe, make me”

“PUT IT DOWN 〴⋋_⋌〵”

Chan’s surprised he listens to you

He loves how everyone only seems to listen if you’re the one talking too

If you’re hanging out with them at the dorms and Chan can’t seem to control everyone, you just step in

“Guys, please”

And suddenly the chaos has calmed down

Chan finds it amazing

Everyone just… stops when you ask them to

You find it amusing

It’s like watching a single dad trying to control his seven wild sons

He chases after Felix around the dorm a lot because he’s usually done something weird with Minho and Jisung

He manages to get your number using an excuse of needing you to calm down the boys

“Please… they don’t listen sometimes”

Jeongin finds reasons to push you two together

“Yay! You guys made—oH nO I ComPleTeLy foRgoT!!”

Leaves the two of you alone

He honestly just thinks you two should get together and so does the rest of the group

So they find excuses to get you two alone together

But your relationship takes f o r e v e r

Only because Chan wants to be absolutely certain that he likes you

He doesn’t want to commit to someone he’s worried he’s not sure of yet

Slowly but surely, he starts to ease into the relationship

He sends you music he thinks you’ll like

Eventually he’ll start sending you his own music

He only confesses when he’s absolutely sure he’s pretty much falling in love with you

The way he does it just wins your heart immediately if you weren’t already as whipped for him as he was

He writes a song for you (´༎ຶ ͜ʖ ༎ຶ `)♡

Minho

Bumped into you at a dance studio he goes to often

He thinks your dancing is amazing

At first he doesn’t want to bother you

But then he’s all like “heyyyy I’m Minho”

And you’re pretty much taken away by how gorgeous the man is

Minho wouldn’t be too flustered

He would keep his cool around you

Doesn’t mean he wouldn’t try to impress you with his sexy dance moves

Tries to win your heart the romantic way which doesn’t work because half the time you’re too busy dancing to actually realise he’s trying to flirt with you

“Hey, baby ;)”

“Huh?”

“Nothing”

Wonders whether he should just make a dedicated advance towards you

He likes your humour

It’s similar to his

You both just laugh at really weird stuff together

When you share your numbers, he sends you weird videos that he thinks you’ll like

Minho’s not much of a texter, but when you do get a message from him, it’s either something he’s really excited about or something really weird

Only realises he’s actually crushing on you when Changbin points it out

“Why are you so nice to them”

“Who?”

“(Y/n)”

Then Minho realises that he really likes you

Starts slowly working harder to win your heart

Helps you with your dancing

“Your body looks a bit stiff”

Buys you lunch

“I got you the lunch box from 7 11”

It’s always something you end up liking if you hadn’t tried it before

Buys you drinks from the vending machine

“What is this???”

It looks like a double shot coffee

“Energy?”

Minho doesn’t know either but you both drink it anyway

And end up being at the studio until 3 a.m. because you’re both so hyped with caffeine

Offers to walk you home if it’s getting late

“It’s not safe on your own”

“Minho, I’ll be fineeeee”

Doesn’t take no for an answer and forces you to let him

His advances work

You’re pretty much whipped for him by the time he confesses

Which Minho does by buying you flowers and bringing it to the studio

Changbin

You work at the music shop that he goes to often

When he’s browsing the CD’s and the vinyls, he spots you at the counter

His heart almost explodes when he sees you

The first thing that caught his eye was the way you were dressed

Fits Changbin’s style

He’s nervous to approach you with the vinyl in his hand

Why was he so nervous?

Oh right, he was pretty much completely smitten by you

“Hi!”

He loves your voice even more

“H-Hey,”

Changbin’s so nervous

He likes your bracelets too

He thinks they’re really cool

He ends up coming back a lot and you wonder why this man needs so many CD’s and vinyls

Eventually, he builds up the courage to talk to you

Changbin comes by every once in a while just to say hi

Sometimes he just comes in to talk to you during your break

You tell him you’ve always wanted to try making music

He tells you he makes music

You’re all :0

Changbin tells you about it

And you get really interested in his music

He starts coming after your shift or during your break to play you his songs

He gets all uwu when he sees the way your eyes shine

You have him wrapped around your finger without even knowing it

Doesn’t admit that he’s pretty much whipped

Even though he visits you almost every other day

And how he buys you your favourite snacks

Or how he stays way longer than he expected to just bcs he’s talking to you

You’re just as whipped tbh

You love talking to Changbin

You like his music taste and he’s fun to be around

Confesses to you by taking you out on a date

He brings you to his studio

Shows you how he makes music

He finds it adorable how you’re so amazed by his equipment

So he teaches you whatever he can in the time you’re together

You both spend the evening just messing around

You make a short track that you’re sure sounds really off

Changbin reassures you that it’s nice

He teaches you how to layer the different tracks

And eventually teaches you how to edit them despite the few hours you have

You’re so excited

He smiles every time he looks at you

Bcs you’re so adorable he feels like he might burst

Confesses at the end of the night

“I like you a lot”

He blurts it out and it catches you slightly off guard

But you like him back so it’s fine

Ends up offering to take you to the studio anytime you’re both free

Hyunjin

Met you through Felix

Felix invited you to play a game with him and his friends

Hyunjin hears your voice the first time and he’s already curious

He thinks you’re really chill and he likes your vibe

You end up playing more games with them

He ends up wanting to get to know you more

The thing that honestly gets to him the most is the way you take every loss so lightheartedly

“There’s always another game”

You don’t rage or stress out over it

Over time, he starts spending one-on-one time with you

Until you’re both just doing literally anything else but gaming together

He denies them as dates whenever his friends ask, claiming that it’s just friend time

Until one night you’re both awake at four a.m. and talking about everything and anything

He likes the way you think

“Hyunjin, did you know that sometimes in movies, they use trash cans to replicate tiger roars”

“What???”

He likes how you’re joking talking about starting a revolution

He knows you won’t

“So, yeah, fuck capitalism!”

“Yeah!”

He loves the fact that you’re so open about what you think even if it’s something small or weird

“Mercy’s ass is so thick… for what reason…”

“She’s a video game character??”

“Felix, her ass is so thick, she could kill someone with it”

Hyunjin loves hearing you rant about your day

“And?? It’s so stupid!!”

“Calm down, (Y/n)”

“Don’t tell me to calm down, you egg!”

Hyunjin thinks you’re adorable when you’re all riled up

He finds it amusing because he likes hearing you talk

“You live there too?”

He didn’t expect to be so close to you

“Yeah, that’s how I met Felix”

He never realised you and Felix knew each other in real life

You spend more time together

Talking about whatever comes to mind until the dead of night

Sometimes you watch movies together

You stay away from horror movies because he doesn’t like it that much

But you’re always talking about something with him

The two of you are always the last to leave the call because you end up talking after games

Hyunjin asks you out without even realising it sounds like a date

“Is that a date??”

“Sure”

He didn’t even realise he asked you out until after he’s left the call

?!?!?!?!

Goes into panic mode

He just asked you out!!!!

Starts asking Felix about you

He laughs at Hyunjin but helps him anyway

Shows him what you look like on your Instagram

Hyunjin thinks you’re so pretty on your posts

When he sees you in person for the first time

He’s so taken away

You’re gorgeous

Whatever feeling he didn’t realise he had for you comes rushing in

Hyunjin loves your laugh

You spend the whole day together just walking around town

It’s nice to hear his voice when it isn’t coming out of your headphones

By the time the date’s over, Hyunjin wants more of you

So he tells you he wants to take you out again while he’s walking you home

You accept

He turns to you with a c: before asking if he can kiss you

Jisung

You’re a barista at the cafe nearby the JYPe building

Jisung was designated as the drink buyer that time by the rest of his group

If he was having trouble remembering all their orders before

He has even bigger trouble now when he sees you

YOU LOOK SO CUTE IN YOUR APRON

He freezes the moment he sees you at the cashier

“Hi! What would you like?”

Jisung’s eyes go ◑.◑

“Uhm… sir?”

“Sorry!”

He struggles to get his order out properly

But you’re patient with him and even though he barely knows you

He likes that you are

Jisung’s watching you the entire time you make his order

He can’t take his eyes off of you

You do notice it, but you find him adorable so you don’t say anything

He seems to be easily flustered

When you hand him his order, he’s still a blubbering mess

“T-Thank you…”

Your name tag says (Y/n)

So he thanks you using your name which you smile

“Have a great day!”

Jisung comes back the next day

He doesn’t even need any drinks, he just wants to see you again

When he does, he feels all fluttery on the inside

“Welcome back”

He orders a dark chocolate smoothie and an iced mocha for Minho

Minho would kill him if he found out Jisung went to the cafe without him

Jisung sits at an empty table and watches you again

The next day, the cycle repeats

And the day after that

Minho follows him at some point, wondering why Jisung seems to obsessed with the place

“Why do you like this place so much?”

“I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT”

Something’s definitely up with him

Minho only finds out when he sees the way Jisung’s face seems to light up when he sees you

“You like the barista, don’t you”

“WHAT BARISTA ಠoಠ”

That’s all he needs to confirm it

Minho lets Jisung order, seeing just how excited and giddy he is when he’s talking to you

Jisung’s practically bouncing up and down while you talk to him

When they leave, Minho’s all up in it

“You really like them, huh”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about >:c”

Knowing Jisung, he wouldn’t do anything about it

So Minho takes it into his own hands to bring you two together

The group is having a mini event and they need someone to serve drinks

Who else to ask other than you?

Jisung’s eyes almost bulge out of his skull when he sees you because

What are you doing here????

He’s so nervous

Minho practically shoves him your way

Again, you find him so cute that you don’t even realise he’s practically dying to know you more

“Hi Jisung!”

You learned his name over the course of him constantly coming back and Jisung just loves hearing it from you

“Hi (Y/n)”

“I can’t make anything ice blended, but I can trade if for an iced dark chocolate”

“Okay!”

As long as you make it, he’ll take it

The event comes to an end but Jisung’s pretty much spent more time with you rather than his group mates

Even they’re amused by how into you he obviously is

“Hey Jisung”

You stop him before you leave and he’s immediately at your side

“Since you keep coming over, here’s my number”

◑.◑

“Give me a call before you come in so that I can have your drink ready for you to pick up”

He’s so happy :D

He sends you pictures of cute animals and random snippets of his music

Felix

Met you through League of Legends

You have good synergy so you became friends through that

At first, he only managed to play with you occasionally

When he’s able to, he notices how you always sound so bright

“Hi Felix!”

He likes playing with you

You’re laid-back

You don’t stress over losses too much

“Ah, what to do?”

But when you’re irritated, Felix finds it funny

“Fucking asshole!”

“You were in the way, (Y/n)”

“Shut the fuck up!”

You’re so funny to him

“Felix, don’t go into bush”

“I can bait them”

“DON’T”

His character dies

“Oops ( ͡° ͜V ͡°)”

“-`д´-”

You’re easy to game with and that’s what he admires the most right off the bat

You always seem to be up for games

Even when he’s not able to play, whenever he logs into Discord he sees you’re online

Wonders whether you sleep at all

“I don’t need sleep. I am gamerrrr. Gamers don’t sleep”

“Please sleep”

“Lix, sleep is for the weak and I’m not weak”

“You passed out last night in call”

Honestly slightly concerned for you

Overtime he realises that he really looks forward to games with you

Before Felix would just go to sleep after practice or shows

But he’ll start waiting to see if you’re up for even one game

Which you always are

Slowly starts spending time with you just talking

Eventually it leads to the both of you staying up until 5 a.m. laughing at really stupid memes

During the day when Felix can’t join call

He sends you funny tiktoks and memes

You appreciate it because you like him

But you don’t admit it because you’ve never met him in person before

Until you both find out that you live only a few hours away from him

Invites you down to Seoul to spend time with him

You’re nervous

Felix is nervous

He knows what you look like

You exchanged Snapchats and started streaking a while before

He sends you funny pictures of his members

You send him selfies with random filters

But nothing could prepare him for when you appear from around the corner

He sees you appear and he’s all (゜ロ゜)

Your photos don’t do your natural beauty any justice

Is a bit of a mess when you’re walking around together

Eventually loosens up around you

Compliments you a lot and it makes you blush

You spend the day just wandering around the place

Felix takes you to his favourite places and favourite cafes

He wants to share his favourite things with you

You find it endearing

Tries to make you laugh a lot because he’s just grown to really like the sound of your voice

Since you’ve spent most of your time talking over call

Felix just loves hearing your voice

When the day’s over

He asks for more nights that aren’t just filled with games because owo he wants to do more with you

Seungmin

Bumped into you at JYPe because you were visiting a friend

Hears you singing with Yeji and he immediately falls in love with your voice

He peeks into the dance studio to see the two of you just sitting on the floor together

There’s no music

It’s just the two of you singing together

Your voice makes him :D

Seungmin leaves the two of you bcs he doesn’t want to intrude

But he ends up seeing you more often

Turns out you’re in Seoul for a while so you’re spending quite some time with Yeji

He sees you in the hallways a lot

When you walk past each other, it’s always just a polite bow

You don’t really think much of Seungmin other than the fact that you think he’s pretty handsome

Yeji teases you for that

When you’re walking through the building to look for her

You hear someone singing in one of the rooms

You peek through the glass

It’s Seungmin!

ಠoಠ

And he’s so good

You listen from outside the door

You knew he was good since he was an idol

But you didn’t think that he was that good

You don’t even realise he’s done when the door swings open and you’re standing there

When Seungmin sees you, he realises you were most likely listening

Now you’re just staring at each other like

(ﾟωﾟ;)

Because now he knows you were listening

And now you know he knows

“Uhm…”

You’re embarrassed

You’re lucky Yeji pops from around the corner and your eyes plead for her to drag you away

Which she doesn’t

“Sunbaenim!”

“Hi Yeji”

“Have you met (Y/n) before?”

You actually want to tear her apart

“Not properly, no”

“Well... “

“WELL WOULD YOU LOOK AT THE TIME”

You drag her away before she can say anything else

The next time you see Seungmin

You pass by him in the hallway once again while you’re looking for Yeji

“(Y/n)”

ಠ_ಠ

“We keep passing each other but we’ve yet to actually meet each other properly”

“Haha…”

“I know you were listening the other day”

“Haaahhhhhhaaaa…”

“I don’t mind that you did.”

“Huh”

You’re actually bit surprised that he doesn’t mind

“I overheard you and Yeji singing the other day in the dance room”

༼ : ౦ ‸ ౦ : ༽

“You sing really beautifully, (Y/n)”

There’s an awkward wall that takes a while before you two actually break it down

But when you do

It’s almost like you visit the building to see Seungmin rather than Yeji

She doesn’t mind since she saw it coming

Doesn’t mean she can’t tease you about it

Seungmin looks forward to having lunch with you in the cafeteria

At this point, the staff don’t even question your now daily appearance

You end up falling for Seungmin way faster than you thought possible

The feeling’s mutual

He just likes everything about you

You’re so sweet

You’re also really caring

He notices that when you follow him to the practice room where Stray Kids are

Changbin trips over Hyunjin’s legs

You’re rushing over to help without any of them really realising it

He loves how nice your voice is too

“Can you sing for me?”

You’re shook

You wonder why he wants to hear your voice specifically

“Your voice is just really nice

He realises he really likes you when you briefly disturb their practice to give Seungmin lunch

He briefly mentioned that he forgot his wallet and his lunch

Since you aren’t an idol or staff

You had to use your own money in the cafeteria

Seungmin’s heart flips at the realisation

Ends up asking you out so that you don’t have to spend so much time inside the JYPe building all the time

Jeongin

Meets you through Changbin

You went to the same high school as him and you kinda just stuck around

Changbin brings you to the dorm bcs he borrowed a hoodie

The entire dorm greets you really brightly

Jeongin’s the only one just watching in awe

He’s so shy when you wave at him

Seungmin notices and raises a brow

“I-I’m Jeongin”

“Hi Jeongin! Changbin talks about you guys a lot”

He’s so nervous

He wants to know you more, but he also doesn’t want to make it obvious that he’s taking interest in you

The others don’t really notice because they’re too excited by the new person

Seungmin, on the other hand, tells Changbin about it

Changbin now makes it his mission to bring you two together

He brings you over to the dorm more often

Especially if Jeongin’s the only one home

“(Y/n), you’ve met Innie before right?”

You nod

Jeongin’s adorable

Changbin ends up bringing you over for movie nights

Now you’re just an honorary member of the group

Everyone else loves you

Jeongin always tries to sit next to you during movie nights

Especially if it’s a horror movie

When you get scared, you hug his arm and he likes that

Makes him feel like he’s able to protect you like a big strong man ᕙ(`▽´)ᕗ

You kinda like him too

So you test the waters around him

You start talking to him more since Changbin told you he’s really shy

Jeongin slowly eases into your company

It takes a bit of time, but he’s started getting more confident around you

You visit the dorm thinking Changbin’s there because he stole your favourite belt

When Jeongin opens the door he’s all :D but when you ask where his hyung is he goes D:

Tells you he’s not home but lets you in anyway

No one else is home except for Jeongin and Chan

So you sit in the living room with Innie

You start talking about random things

You end up talking about almost everything because it turns out that Changbin’s gone way longer than both of you thought

Chan eventually emerges from his bedroom and waves at you

He orders fried chicken for you guys

You and Jeongin continue talking while eating

Chan finds it super cute

Jeongin’s playful around you

But he doesn’t want to make himself appear immature

But you like when he’s being playful so you slowly ease him into being more comfortable

He still just wants to impress you so you like him back

Wait, when did he start liking you???

He realised it when you were over for a regular movie night

You fell asleep in his lap

Jeongin thought you were so cute

When you wake up he asks you out

You accept

He cuddles you for the rest of the night and asks you to spend the night at the dorm

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Title: I Get Tim a Cat Because It’s What He Deserves (oh and i guess a group chat 🙄)

a batfam/wayne family groupchat would literally never happen in canon but it would be so fucking funny you all don’t even know, so i will do it anyways.

the chat just kinda... starts. no one know where it came from. who added them. who??? none of their emotionally stunted asses would be caught dead making making a family chat tf? why can’t any of them leave? they smash their phones and then on their laptop a notification pops up like “you’ve joined ‘x’ group” and they’re stuck there. might as well use it ig, but for what???

“everyone who is alive type ‘i’” no one responds so bruce spends hours trying to find out where their bodies are until he finds out everyone just had the chat on mute

“why isn’t alfred on here” “huh. alfred isn’t on here and no one knows who made the chat?” “so whoever made it just left immediately?” “...” “lol anyways”

tim was trying to send a snap to the core four gc but accidentally sent it to the family chat and gets super embarrassed (of course this happens when everyone’s online why wouldn’t they if it makes tim’s life more difficult) and everyone makes fun of him. duke printed out copies and plastered them all over tim’s apartment while tim was out for something and tim nearly murders duke. after that no one puts the chat on mute because this was too funny.

no one actually, like, texts on a regular basis because they’re not like other families 🙄 they only text if it’s really important or someone’s dying.

that’s being said, “dick where is dog” “send doggy” “dog?” “send doggy” “dick when did you get a dog?” “SEND DOGGY” “i demand you send the dog this instant” “dog now.”

damian breaks into dick’s apartment to take a selfie with him and haley (or bitewing, haley is just shorter to type) captioned “she is mine this is a warning to all of you. i will not hesitate if any of you low lives come near her.” and dick is like “??? this is my dog i can’t have anything these days, siblings take everything, man—” oh ya, everyone reacts to the haley photo with a heart. also dick only lets this shit slide with damian, if jason the problem child pulled this shit it would be on sight lmfaooo

- tim: the dog is cute but, but in photography i learned you have to crop out everything unimportant, like this *crops out damian from the photo*

- in other news, tim joined the dead bats club and now only bruce and duke are left 😃🔪

bruce: check in if you are alive. *everyone’s status is online*

u don’t know about y’all, but my bruce wayne is a responsible father who keeps an eye on his kids, or at least does his best, “has anyone seen duke? he has school and i can’t find him” “i will find him... if you give me $50.” “i will give you the money jason just tell me where he is” jason sends a photo of himself and duke laying down on the floor eating pop tarts.

-“literally why do you all keep coming into my apartment” “our apartment, dick” “i pay for this apartment it’s mine, i keep living in blüdhaven for a reason, god, siblings always steal everything that’s your’s—” it’s ok guys dick simultaneously has eldest daughter’s syndrome and absent sibling syndrome, who is doing it like him? legend behavior. anyways, duke and jason left crumbs on the floor and dick beat them up lmao.

“can i have money” “dad” (theyre sent by same person just different text) “yes cass i will sent you as much as you need, $2,000 is enough for shipping with friends?” “dad can i have money too” “dad can i too” “may i have some too dad” “dad” “dad” fhdjdjsks they only call him dad when they’re dying, want something, or are tattling on each other, someone save him 😩

“@everyone the interviewer in the last segment asked me if we have a family chat and i have a feeling they will try to pry into my texts to see what we are texting, please actually send something so they don’t get even more nosy from our lack of communicating” *someone sends the bee movie script*

ok but like, as time goes on they get more comfy texting each other and acting like a normal(ish) family unit that texts a little more. like tattling.

“someone broke the vase in the hallway and if they don’t want me to tell pennyworth who did it they will buy alfred the cat a new scratching post by nightfall” damian is so funny i love him

“HELPPVHRNXKAK” “what’s up with jason?” “cass is sitting on him” “lol” “i think she’s gonna break his arm fhdjdksk” “ANDBSJ I HAT E YO U A LL” “when did you all come to the manor???”

“😂” bruce vs “lol” dick and cass vs “agdhsjak” tim and duke vs “hA” jason vs “i don’t find any of you funny” damian

“damian i am putting your lemon cake pop thingies in the last bottom shelf on the right, i put the code and everything in the safe” “how often does damian even come to your apartment, dick?” “whenever you’re being an asshole bruce” “he’s always an asshole dickhead 🙄” “exactly 🥰”

“dad guess what” “TIM NOOO” “remember when” “TIM TIM TIM” “you told duke to take the day shift” “I WILL NEVER POST YOUR SNAP PHOTOS TO A GROUPCHAT WITH THE ENTIRE SUPERHERO COMMUNITY AGAIN!!!” “and he agreed to if he did his school work first?” “MERCY, MERCY” “what did he do, tim” “fjdjxkskkz duke goes on school zoom meetings during patrol and pretends he doesn’t have a mic and camera and i was watching his helmet footage and it was so funny, the teachers just believe him when he pretends to have really bad network and can barely type in the chat” “my teachers never trusted me that much” “that’s because you made a kid cry once jason stfu” “wait how did u know that cass—“

“AHDBSNZKAJHF” “stfu duke” “what’s wrong with him where is he?” “cain came to visit” “ohhhh” “FHDJFJDJ HELLPPPXSND” “i know you’re taking a video, you little shit, send it” “no todd come here and take one yourself—or don’t, your presence is unwanted” “fucking brat”

“DAD DICK HIT ME” “DAD JASON’S LYING” *bruce wayne online* (he doesn’t fucking respond fhsjskla) (is it because he’s exasperated with them or crying because they called him dad even though it’s a manipulation tactic or both we’ll never know)

“everyone who is alive, type in chat” *everyone is online* then bruce edits the message to say ‘everyone who wants alfred’s cinnamon rolls, type in chat’ “i guess NO ONE wants alfred’s cinnamon rolls, how sad” and the entire chat goes wild lmfao

ok uhhh let’s do on a scale of 1-10 texts most vs is online the most

bruce: 6-texting, 5.9-online because he always makes an effort to text his kids to check up on them and when his kids are texting he will text as well here and there in the convo to interact with them because he never sees and interacts with them normally and he wants to do better 🥲. he get’s minus 0.1 because of that one time jason and dick were fighting and he logged off agdhsjnz

dick: 3-texting, 3.5-online because he’s the only one in this hellhole of a family that has an actual job (in this house we uphold gymnastics teacher grayson 🙏) and sometimes he won’t have energy to text. so. but he does make an effort when he can. he’s online more than he texts because he’s able to sneak looks at the fights when he has downtime during his job and wants to see the drama lmfaooo. also everything goes on in his fucking apartment for some reason, so now he gotta break up a (one sided) fight between cass and tim because someone has to be a responsible adult.

cass: 2-texting, 10-online because she watches more than she texts? she’s more content to watch what’s going on than to join in. also 8/10 she’s usually the one causing the drama that everyone’s texting about, like beating up the others, so she can’t text while beating them up. i mean she could, but she wants to put more energy in beating them up (lovingly) (cass is basically violence (loving)) and watching what everyone’s saying about her fights. she’s always online to catch a glimpse at the drama. also most of her texts are to dick to see bitewing. and ask for money.

jason: texting-8, online-4 because if cass is the one causing drama offline, jason’s causing drama online. jason wants to be chat cryptic but texts the most lmfaoooo. he’s antagonizing his siblings whenever he sees them and whenever he can’t, king shit. he’s online less because he deadass doesn’t care that much, he’ll read the texts later if he really wants to, otherwise either duke or tim will fill him in on the drama. (“jason ur in the chat too—“ “shut up, tim, now tell me how cass beat damian’s ass)

tim: texting-6.44444, online-10, see tim texts a lot just not to the family group chat lmfao, he has REAL FRIENDS 😤 uhh ya, that’s why he’s online all the time, cuz he’s either texting his friends or on his phone doing some shit. broke: tim stays up late working on cases, woke: tim stays up late texting his friends and playing video games over chat. tim just. interacts with his family, gets bullied by them, ya. that’s the life. also he and duke keep throwing hands because it’s the family curse to beat up tim and in this essay i will discuss how dick is the superior sibling because he never tried to kill tim—wait he probably pushed him down the stairs once nvm but it was totally justified, king

duke: texting-4, online-4 because he has, like, school. and daytime patrol. and is like a junior in high school and therefore has a fuck ton of homework. my boy has no time for family and he doesn’t want it because they’re annoying, obviously 🙄. if he wants drama he’ll go into damian’s room and get the drama. diy icon. he’s online as much as he texts but is so fast of a reader he’ll know the drama in time for the next episode of wayne family shit. most of his time online is picking fights with tim and roasting his siblings to a crisp. he’s so mean, guys, legend has it that one time duke told jason that his helmet looked like a shriveled up dildo and that it could never be the gay statement he wanted it to be jason went offline for that entire day in order to cry himself to sleep. at least he got sleep (allegedly) ayyy duke the problem solver.

damian: texting-1.5, online 2 because the only time he’s texting is to ask dick for photos of bitewing and to send photos of his pets back as proper payment. a negotiator ugghhh father like son. damian honestly doesn’t care about the drama he just wants to sketch bitewing (using the photos dick sent as reference) into the Family Portrait Sketch™️ of the rest of the Animal Family™️. it is an honor for damian to create such a piece, picasso the women hater quakes in his grave as such art that blows his dog shit “art” FAR out of the water is developing. anyways, he goes online for that and to throw random barbs at his siblings. like no one is online and damian just throws a “drake is stupid” in chat and just dips. he’s online more to text the other teen titans and jon because they’re better than his dumbass family (and he texts grayson on messenger so fhdjdjsks) true chat cryptic, jason envies him

alfred: 0-texting, 10-online. huh who said that

“duke take down the tik toks, tim is crying”

“who has my sweatshirt??? i will kill you all” “i have it jason” “nvm cass that’s your sweatshirt now i’m sorry for being presumptuous don’t aTTACK ME” fhdjdjsks

“guys i have the day off do you want to hear when delilah said to jonathon it’s so funny” “are those the kids in your gymnastics class?” “ya” “tell us everything”

the bats just... love hearing drama about those kids because they’re so dramatic. apparently alex threw a rubber ball at maya and she tackled them. wild.

time for a round of: WHO SAID IT?!?!

“how do i make my text bold like the rest of you?” —bruce, dick, cass, and jason at some point.

“how do i change my screen name? please change it back to before” -cass when tim changed her name to “hal jordon #1 stan” (“what is a stan” —bruce), (“i don’t like it either change it back” —bruce after finding out what a stan is)

“what the fuck is a pog” —jason

“fucking ‘tik tok’. we used to use vine when i was a teen. i was a front line soldier of great disasters” —dick on one hand lmfao dick is so old but on the other hand holy shit you used vine??? tell us more about the battles fought

“what is a dilf?” —bruce after scrolling through twitter

ok that’s all, my brain is gone.

“cass dick is turning purple get off him” “no. make him give me my scarf back.” “oh dad that’s terrible can you send a video as evidence?”

“GUYS I FOUND A CAT AND IT SCRATCHED ME AND IM GOING TO THE HOSPITAL BUT GUYS!!! CAT!!!” “drake send a photo of the cat immediately” lmfao bruce zooms to the hospital after that text

“GUYS THE CAT HAS AN OWNER I CANT KEEP THE CAT 🥲” “the one time you could prove to be of use and you fail, drake.” “wow tim, find a cat to steal without an owner next time” “timmy, timmy, timmy, i can’t believe you’ve messed up in finding a cat again” “again?” “again?” “again?” “when i adopt a cat i’m not showing any of you, i hate you all” (lmao hard version of guess who is who i’ll give you a hint dick cass and bruce are the confused ones. )ok it’s not hard anymore.

“dad please get me a cat 😳🐱 haha jk 🤣😩 unless 👀😏😃🙏🥰” anyways tim named the cat starry because of her fur-hair-thingy

“they just so you all know steph just crashed in my apartment and i have work in the morning” “i will pick her up in the morning” “you mean tim will, you don’t have a license, cass. anyways”

“dick do you need help moving?” “no, bruce, i think i can handle it, donna and wally are helping me anyways, but thank you” “mOVING???” “OUT OF YOUR APARTMENT???” “DICK THAT SAME APARTMENT ON 666 HELLHOLE AVENUE???” “...ya?” “NOOOOO” anyways they all break into dick’s new apartment when he moves in, walk around it, and then leave. they just... ya... damn, these bats...

anyways that’s all. see ya.

#dbsjxjjs the batkids just have an attachment to dick’s apartment #the batkids: sir thats my emotional support apartment you can’t just move #fuck you all damian is very well versed in internet culture he just chooses to not use it #dick was around in the time of VINE. YALL.#the fact that dick is the only one with like a normal job fjsjsks #he’s the only one that does his taxes too besides bruce #bruce trying his best and that’s all i will accept. i love him.#jason: wannabe cryptic vs damian: cryptic king.#cass just. beats up her brothers because she can. she deserves it too.#tim deserves nice things so i gave him a cat.#duke is so funny i love him.#he’s like “time to fuck up tim’s life again heheheh”#duke is literally 16? a teen? he’s mean by default thats it #dc comics #batfam #bruce wayne #dick grayson #cassandra cain #jason todd #tim drake #duke thomas #damian wayne #featuring those damn gymnastics kids 😩#mine

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moonlit-jeno · 5 years ago

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snapshot | l.jn

pairing: lee jeno x reader

genre/ warnings: smut, thigh riding, hand jobs, masturbation

words: 2.6k

Jeno is going to pass out.

It’s not because of the lack of sleep he had gotten, the fact that he’s about to miss the deadline for his essay, or because he’s been eating like shit the whole week. It’s not even because of the disgustingly graphic horror movie Renjun had made him watch. It’s because you, his very attractive roommate, have sent him a picture.

Nothing like the normally cute selfies you normally send him, or the ones taken from an awful angle to get a laugh out of him. This one’s sexy. Blue lace just barely covers your breasts, your necklace fitting perfectly in your cleavage. Your lips are parted slightly but they’re swollen, as if you’ve been biting them.

The sheer speed with which all the blood in his body rushes to his cock is fast enough to make him lightheaded almost immediately, and he stares at the picture long enough that it’s permanently ingrained behind his eyelids. Which is a problem. A big, big problem.

He realizes just how big of a problem it is when he gets a hand around his cock, guilt swimming in his stomach as he realizes that he’s about to jerk off to his roommate. His wonderful, lovely roommate who he is friends with. Did he have a mild crush on you? Yes. But your relationship is nothing but strictly platonic. And yet...

Even when he puts his phone away, he can’t stop thinking about that picture. You must’ve sent it to him on accident. Why else would he get that picture?

His phone dings and he opens it, hoping it’s Jaemin asking him to play video games. Lord knows he needs the distraction.

It’s not.

It’s you again. The attachment is a video this time, and holy fuck. The video starts with a shot of your legs, a pair of matching blue panties that just barely cover your pussy. There’s a soft moan, and Jeno’s ears strain to pick up on it.

“I’m so wet for you.” You sigh, letting your fingers slip under the fabric. A gasp leaves you at the feeling and Jeno wishes that he could see what you’re doing, but the fabric blocks his view and he wishes that he could rip it off of you. “God, I wish you were here with me. You’d fuck me so well.”

You move your fingers up to the camera and fuck, you really weren’t lying when you said you were wet. The digits are glistening and Jeno audibly moans. He fucking ascends when you pop the digits in your mouth, moaning around them obscenely. The video ends and yet Jeno is too overwhelmed you process anything, just sits there with his phone in his hand and his eyes glued blankly to his wall.

He can’t stop the images from playing in his mind, but he manages to pull it together enough to come up with a response.

Jeno [11:53pm]

did you mean to send this to me?????

Roomie [11:54pm]

huh

OH HOLY FUCK

IM SO SORRY PLEASE DELETE THOSE

HOLY SHIT

Jeno [11:54pm]

haha it’s okay

i deleted them no worries

Roomie [11:54pm]

im so embarrassed right now

Jeno [11:55pm]

dont be

it happens to the best of us

can i come talk to you or do you need a minute to finish up

Roomie [11:56pm]

asjdhjsksj DID YOU HAVE TO PHRASE IT LIKE THAT

anyways yeah give me a min

Jeno wills his boner to go down and takes a few deep breaths, eventually standing from his chair and making his way down the hall. He bounces on his toes and checks the time. It’s been 3 minutes. Surely you’re ready now?

“Come in!” You yell when he knocks and he timidly lets himself in, shutting the door softly behind him. He can’t help but notice how adorable you look right now, wrapped so tightly in blankets that your face barely peaks out. Jeno notices the hoodie you’re swimming in is his, and it fills him with a strange sense of... something. Pride? Happiness?

“Hey.” He starts, standing awkwardly at the foot of your bed.

You take a moment before repeating the greeting. Neither of you know what to say and a horrible silence fills the room. Your laughter breaks it.

“This is so awkward, holy shit.” You giggle, breaking out of your cocoon a little bit. “I can’t even remember a time where it’s been this bad.”

“It was literally less awkward when we first met and that’s saying something.” Jeno snorts, taking a seat on the edge of the bed when you pat it.

The two of you laugh until it peters out into another silence. You clear your throat. “Uh. So about the, uh, pictures. I’m really sorry, I definitely didn’t mean to send them to you.”

Jeno laughs again, hoping that it doesn’t sound too strained. “Yeah, I kinda figured. It’s no big deal though, I already deleted them.”

“It’s not like I would send you nudes anyways, that’s stupid. I’d show you in person.” Jeno’s eyebrows nearly shoot off of his face with how high he raises them, a confused “huh?” leaving him. You laugh. “Y’know, because you’re right next door. Are you okay?”

He somewhat recovers. “Oh! Yeah, yeah, for sure. Face to face contact and all that.” His heart is still beating much too fast, his knee bouncing as he thinks about you showing up at his door in nothing but skimpy lingerie, a pout on your lips as you whisper that you’re so wet and that you need him to do something.

“Mhmm, exactly. Anyways, can we agree to forget about this?” You ask, and Jeno definitely won’t be forgetting about this anytime soon, but he nods anyways and murmurs an “of course”. You beam. “Cool! Are you gonna go to sleep? Because I was about to start a movie if you wanna join.”

Jeno shakes his head, the proximity driving him crazy. “I got an essay to write that is due,” He checks the clock. “9 minutes ago. Maybe another time?”

You open your arms and pull him in for a hug. “I’m holding you to that. Have fun writing your essay.”

He groans. “Oh yeah, the most fun.”

It’s when he gets past your door that you stop him. “Hey Jen?” He pauses, glances back, but doesn’t open the door to peek his head back into your room. “I’m glad it was you I sent the pictures to.”

He pretends like he doesn’t hear it, his mind already a jumbled mess.

The next few weeks are surprisingly not awkward. You both ignore it like you promised, going on with your routine as if it had never happened. Well, as much as possible, anyways.

Jeno is a young man in his prime. He has a very high sex drive. And yet, he hasn’t been able to jerk off in two weeks because every time he tries, he thinks of you. And the guilt that consumes him is always too much, so he ends up with a cold shower and a shit ton of frustration.

But two weeks is a long time to be pent up. So when you pop into his mind while he’s relaxing in bed, he can’t stop himself from grinding his hips down into the mattress. A little bit of relief turns into him humping the mattress like a dog, biting into his pillow to muffle his moans. You’re not home so he doesn’t really need to be quiet, but it’s a force of habit.

Your name still slips past his lips, and no matter how guilty he feels, he can’t stop. He groans your name and flips onto his back, wrapping his fist around his cock and nearly sobbing at how good it feels. His hips snap faster and faster into his hand and he’s so close, so fucking close-

“Jeno?” Your voice is too close to be a part of his imagination and it takes a moment for him to realize why.

His head snaps up and he makes eye contact with you, dread rushing through him. “Shit, y/n, I didn’t-“ He doesn’t finish, doesn’t know what he didn’t do, just yanks the covers up to protect the last bits of his dignity.

You swallow. “My class got cancelled. I uh, I heard you call my name and I didn’t realize that you were...” You trail off, making a vague gesture with your hand.

It’s bad, he knows, but he can’t stop himself from continuing to stroke himself at a torturous pace. He’s hidden from sight by the blanket and he grinds the heel of his palm into the head of his cock, biting his cheek so hard he tastes blood. It’s hurting more than it’s helping, and he knows it’s bad to keep doing it while talking to his roommate who he was just getting off to, but he can’t bring himself to care.

He grimaces, ready to try and talk himself out of it (or at least attempt to) when you continue. “Do you want help?”

Jeno’s eyes nearly fall out of his head and he hisses as he accidentally squeezes his cock too hard. You’re looking at your feet and maybe you’re just as embarrassed as he is.

“I mean, you’ve already seen my nudes. I wouldn’t mind, like, seeing yours too.” Jeno is hallucinating. There’s no way this is real. Shakily, he nods.

You move to sit down next to him, a little stiff, your eyes meeting his for a moment before flickering down over his torso. He jolts as you brush your fingertips along his arm, moving down the limb until you reach his hand, which is still fucking gripping his dick. You giggle when you realize that he’s been jerking off the whole time you’ve been in the room.

The covers are pulled down and your eyes widen briefly. Jeno’s self-conscious for half a second before you’re gasping out an “oh fuck, you’re big”. His ego inflates and he can’t stop himself from smiling.

“You must be close, yeah? Couldn’t stop touching yourself, even when I caught you.” Jeno groans, half in embarrassment, half in pleasure. You brush your fingers of the tip of his cock, just teasing around the head and his hips launch off the bed into your touch.

“Bet you were hoping I caught you. That’s why you were calling my name, isn’t it?” You lean close to brush your lips over his earlobe before moving down to leave wet kisses along his neck. He pants heavily, head tilting to give you more room.

Pleasure clouds his senses when you finally take pity on him, stroking his cock with a tight grip. “You’re the one who sent the pictures.” He pants out. There’s heat pooling his gut and he rolls his hips up into your grip, fucking into your hand.

“Aww, you liked them? Let me tell you a secret.” You move so that you’re straddling his thigh, leaning down to suck a hickey into his chest, and Jeno doesn’t miss the way your subtly rock your hips down. “I was thinking about you when I took them.”

That does it. Images of you picking out that lingerie with him in mind, posing and sucking on your fingers for him, touching yourself while imagining it’s him flash through his mind and it’s too much to handle. Jeno comes with a loud groan of your name, panting shallowly and digging his heels into the mattress. You work him through it, dragging out his pleasure until it’s almost too much and it starts to get painful. A loud whine leaves him and you laugh.

Jeno’s ears are ringing and his brain has turned to mush, so it takes him a while to realize that he’s got an arm locked around your body keeping you anchored to his chest. It also takes him a moment to notice how you grind down against his thigh, how you whimper and moan as you chase that bliss.

He just about comes again when he notices that you’ve got your fingers in your mouth, sucking and lapping at the digits to clean them of his come.

“Fuck,” He groans softly, tensing his thigh and pressing it up against you. “That feel good, baby?”

A hum leaves you, eyes opening to meet his own. You look thoroughly fucked out, sweat beading on your forehead, pupils blown wide with lust. “Yeah, I’m so close.”

Jeno’s hands move without him telling them to, grabbing your hips and pulling you down against his thigh harder, faster. He grips at your ass, loving the way it feels in his palm, and he brings one hand down softly. A slap sounds through the room and you keen, hips stuttering against him.

“Come on baby, let go.” His voice sounds utterly wrecked, deep and gravelly and what was supposed to be a casual phrase comes out as a command. You can’t do anything but moan in response, babbling out some variation of “please, please, I’m so close, I’m so- ohfuck.”

Your pace grows sloppy as you come, sobs leaving you as Jeno forces you to maintain a quick rhythm via his hands on your hips. Watching you fall apart is the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. He can’t tear his eyes away from you.

“Too much, I can’t- Jeno, I can’t-“ You shake and twitch on top of him and it fills him with satisfaction, seeing that he made you like this. He softens his hold, moving one hand up to your back and anchoring you to his chest. You bury your face into him with a sigh.

Jeno’s content to lay there and rub your back for a bit, maybe get some sleepy cuddles. But you push yourself up onto your forearms and disappointment fills him. He expects you to leave, expects things to be so unbearably awkward between the two of you that you have to move out, expects- well, anything except for the pair of lips pressing to his own.

The kiss takes him by surprise and he makes a muffled noise, taking a moment to coordinate himself enough to kiss back. You’re smiling into the kiss and it makes him smile too, his hand coming up to cup your jaw.

“So you sent me those nudes on purpose.” Jeno teases when you finally pull away, gasping for air. Your eyes widen before you’re shaking your head and giggling.

“No! I actually didn’t. They were meant for Mark, but I was thinking about you when I took them, so I guess my brain decided it would be a good idea to press your name.” You shuffle down a little bit so that your legs fit perfectly with his, limbs tangling together.

Jeno brushes your hair off of your forehead, stroking your scalp softly. You hum and melt into him. “Well, I guess you missed the mark on that one.”

It takes a moment for it to register but when it does, your head snaps up and you glare at him. “That was horrible, oh my God. I’m breaking up with you.”

“But we’re not dating?”

You turn shy, laughing and hiding your face. “Oh yeah. Well, would you maybe, uh, want to?”

Jeno can’t fight the smile that takes over his entire face as he looks at you. He leans down to press a kiss to your forehead. “I would love to.”

#nct smut #jeno smut #nct dream smut #lee jeno smut #kpop smut #jeno imagines #jeno scenario #nct imagines

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ayellowcurtain · 4 years ago

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robbe and sander having a class together and getting paired up for a project, involving watching a movie (points if its Romeo + Juliet) and they start off watching on opposite sides of the couch and gradually get closer but are both trying not to be obvious about it but end up cuddled up by the end of the movie? And they pause the movie throughout to talk and get to know each other and draw out their time together as much as possible?

Sander is trying very hard not to laugh or smile or even snort leading them to the living room, trying to ignore the silence that’s louder than anything he could do to make this less awkward.

Life really likes to play tricks on him. Their teacher had a whole class room to pick and put together for this final project for the semester and, of course, Robbe was chosen to work with Sander. Of all people, it had to be Robbe IJzermans.

Maybe, just maybe, Sander likes to make his own life harder sometimes. He didn’t have to go after Robbe that night, and he really didn’t need to kiss him again when nobody was watching.

His girlfriend was still mad inside and he went back to fix that after but he couldn’t miss the opportunity to kiss that cute boy again, for real this time, not thinking about how many people were around them, clapping and screaming. It was just them for a minute, and Sander liked that kiss a little too much.

It’s wasn’t a dare anymore, there wasn’t all their friends - and girlfriend - gather around, waiting if they would have the balls to do it or not. Sander will never forget opening his eyes to meet Robbe with his still closed, a little dazed still. Sander left one last kiss on his lips because they were right there. Sander was never as happy and excited as he was in that moment and he know that Robbe enjoyed it too.

Sure, he was pissed when Sander followed him outside because he saw Britt’s and her scene in the kitchen with Sander afterward but he was smiling when Sander left that last kiss on his lips.

They didn’t talk after that night because there was not much to talk about, they were still riding that “it was a drunk kiss during truth or dare” excuse. The drama dragged between them for weeks anyway, Sander couldn’t look at Robbe walking down the hallway with Jens that Britt would already start complaining about it.

In the same week that he broke up with Britt, he was paired to work with Robbe.

And now they were alone.

They had this movie to watch, write an essay about it, and use their insights from the movie to make their own art with it.

“Jens told me you’re good with making videos.” Sander tries to start a normal conversation, knowing well he’s not able to hide his smile any longer.

Robbe looks around at all the popcorn Sander’s mom made for them before leaving for her dinner date with her coworkers. He notices the can sodas in the coffee table too, the salt and pepper right next to it. Only after noticing every cliche thing Sander’s mom set up for their “movie night” that Robbe looks at him and rolls his eyes quietly when he notices the dumb smile.

“I can edit and make some videos.” He says shyly and Sander sighs, thinking of how he doesn’t need to get himself into another romance right away.

“That’s cool. I make dumb videos but definitely not good enough to use for anything. It’s just a very dumb hobby, very personal too.”

Robbe nods his head, awkwardly sitting on the tip of the couch, putting his hands on his knees, clear as the day that this is not at all comfortable.

“You can sit back and relax.” Sander snorts, pointing to the huge couch he has on the living room, way too big for the space but his dad likes to act like they have a movie theater instead of a normal living space. Robbe looks even smaller sitting on it, and he’s way too cute, “I won’t bite.”

Sander thinks out loud but from what he can see in the corner of his eyes, it doesn’t go unnoticed as Robbe huffs as he pushes himself back until he can relax against the backrest, his legs streched all the way, still not close to the edge of the couch.

He waits until the boy is comfortable, distracted with his phone and he grabs the controllers, closing the curtains and turning the tv on, making sure to sit as far away from Robbe as possible.

Robbe looks over his shoulders, watching the curtains close with the touch of a button and Sander watches him quietly, not sure if he wants to start the movie already, put a limit to their time together.

“I like drawing.” He says even though Robbe didn’t ask him back what he can do.

“Noor told us about it.”

Sander has no bite his lip not to ask the cheesy “So you asked about me?” line. Noor is a good friend of his but she’s Britt very, very best friend so there’s no way Robbe went to her to ask about Sander.

“Hopefully she said my drawings are okay.”

Robbe laughs, and Sander lets himself exhale, happy that he didn’t scare Robbe away completely.

“She said you’re okay.” He nods his head and Sander smiles, starting the movie.

“Have you ever seen this movie?” Sander was trying to keep his cool and keep the mood light but the way Robbe sighs makes him look at the boy across the couch again. His eyes are shinning so brightly, even in the dark, reflecting the movie and he smiles from ear to ear, all his lines and dimples showing and he doesn’t even bother to look back at Sander, barely blinking as the actors start to deliver their first lines on the screen.

“Yeah. It’s my favorite.”

“Really?” Sander lifts his eyebrows, ignoring the movie completely. He already watched it once too but it was a long time ago, and he doesn’t really like it, makes him think too deeply about love and feelings and he, more than anyone, can get way too carried away thinking. He’ll start and it never stops again.

Robbe nods his head, finally relaxing a little more on the couch, sinking against the soft pillows a little more, quietly kicking his socks off his feet.

“Yeah.”

“I’m guessing he’s your favorite actor...” Sander rolls his eyes because of course, Leonardo Di Caprio would be a favorite. Sander doesn’t get it, honestly.

“Yeah. You have one?” Robbe finally looks at him and it takes him by surprise, looking at the screen, trying to think of actors he likes.

“Al Pacino is amazing.” Is the only one he can think of so quickly, and Robbe laughs, nodding his head and Sander is back to staring at him.

“Old school, huh...”

Sander smiles, turning his body a little so he can really look at Robbe without stretching his neck too much.

“I like Josh O'Connor too, if Al Pacino was too old for you.”

Robbe frowns, looking at him with curiosity and Sander thinks about watching God's Own Country with Robbe.

“He’s Prince Charles in The Crown. You should watch it, has some amazing shots. He’s not bad to the eyes either. Better than Leo.”

He bites his cheek and Robbe pushes himself up against the pillows quickly making him sink on the couch.

“You don’t think Leo is good looking?”

Sander shakes his head, liking the feeling of being completely open and honest and not being too judged about it. Robbe is sweeter than he thought it was possible for a human to be.

“I liked kissing you, so that should be considered too if we’re talking about people we find attractive.”

Robbe takes a very long, deep breath in to buy himself some time but also to keep his attention on the movie for a second longer. Sander leans back against the couch too, resting his head against his arm, so stretched out and still not able to rest behind Robbe. Sander is starting to hate this gigantic couch right about now.

“It was very dramatic too.” Robbe looks at him from the corner of his eyes.

Sander smiles, nodding his head, watching the movie again.

“Sorry about that.” Sander loses his line of thought when he notices Robbe just very carefully leaning closer, pretending like he’s adjusting the pillow behind him and the only comfortable way is closer, “But I’m a single man now, so maybe it wouldn’t be that dramatic if happened again...”

Robbe nods his head in agreement and Sander watches him for what feels like seconds but are probably long minutes. Robbe doesn’t seem to mind, but he doesn’t keep the conversation going either. It feels like the movie finally mesmerized him deep enough where he can’t talk and watch at the same time.

He tries to move smoothly closer but the couch is too soft and comfortable and it sinks around where they’re sitting, so Sander has to make too much effort to move closer to go unnoticed. But Robbe doesn’t say a word, keeps watching his favorite movie, so relaxed Sander wishes they could do this every afternoon.

They make small talk from time to time, when Sander is about to yawn to keep himself from falling asleep. And it’s conscious movements that they don’t talk about it, but when there’s still around fourth minutes to go, they’re basically in each other’s arms.

Robbe is almost in his arms, actually.

Sander is sitting in the middle of the seat that was separating theirs first, and Robbe moved closer, not close enough, but close, leaning his top half even closer, letting Sander’s arm finally rest behind him on the couch. Sander quietly moves his hips to sit straighter and now they’re basically together, pulling a smile out of Sander, finally able to watch the movie even thought he spend most of the time watching Robbe watch his movie.

He smiled sometimes for no reason, his lips twitched a few times when he was about to repeat the lines that the actors were saying but he pressed his lips together and never said anything.

“You really like movies.” Sander whispers, leaning down, almost leaving a kiss at the top of Robbe’s head.

He nods his head and makes himself smaller on the couch, almost hugging his knees.

“I watch too many.” Robbe looks up, and Sander smiles when he sees Robbe staring at his lips, only a few inches apart.

“We should do this more often. Movie dates.” Sander whispers, noticing how long Robbe’s lashes are, how perfect he is, even in the smaller details, seeing up close like this.

“You’re watching my favorite one so I guess that’s a good start.”

Sander nods his head and kisses Robbe’s temple while he moves his head to go back to watching the movie.

#wtfock #robbe ijzermans #sander driesen #robbe x sander #sobbe

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Hey Simon! Thank you for the amazing ask <3 Right back at you:

I love that you're writing/arting about characters that have never met in canon (Gaige and Sasha, Fiona and Scarlett). What drew you to writing these characters together? And are there any more that you'd love to explore one day? :D

Hey Sarah, glad it made you smile. I want to have more interaction with the fandom so I’ll try to make this a regular, so please be free to send me questions whenever. I’d love to read your thoughts ;)

And Omg, that’s a fantastic question as well but, be aware, this is gonna be an essay as well.

Mhh where to start, where to start.

So first things first, My headcanon of why I think Gaige and Sasha would be best friends started a pretty long while ago, way before I even got gently pushed towards the Idea of really starting to write about it in the first place. Because you must know, even though Strays is my first longshot, it is also my very first fanfc I’ve ever written in like ever. So no matter how shitty, great or whatever it will turn out to be or how well others will be, Strays has and will always have a special place in my heart. And I’m not gonna rush things either, even when the fandom will die out, my Ideas for it will flow ;)

But yeah how it started. To put it simply Gaige was my first character In Borderlands ever that I played myself. I knew about the Lore of 1 and I’ve played 1 with a friend by the time it came out, but I played 1 myself AFTER I finished 2 So that may be a big reason, why I have such an open spot for Gaige. But also because she is fun, quirky extreme, punky, loves robots and tech... to put it simple a lot of traits I really love about a character. Her backstory with the science fair was so fresh and funny, and it may be one of my favorite spoken dialogue interactions heard over echo cassette’s

Then after Bl2 my love for Borderlands continued, played 1, played TPS and then... There was Tales, and by god do I loved Tales, and I hella still do. You probably know the feeling yourself. And with the love for the game, came a huge love for it’s cast. Like seriously I think besides Tector there isn’t really a character where I was going like, “ugh this one is trash” on the contrary. And besides my obvious love for the main 2 characters, there was a big love for the Deutagonist’s of this masterpiece. Namely Sasha and Loaderbot.

Loaderbot may have officially taken the spot for me as most favorite Robot in video game history ever (and Gortys for the most precious character ever). Like his whole segment of kidnapping them, forcing them to tell the truth, only to show how much he had grieved, how betrayed he felt and that he did all of tha for his loved ones. Man say what you will about him, but damn he was written perfectly. I was blown away.

Secondly is of course, as you might have guessed it Sasha. I could go lengths for her too, how much I love and admire her character, how real she felt as a sister, a pandoran and last but not least as a human. Sasha felt to me like the most well rounded out character of the 6 (pls don’t hate me for it guys) From the punk rebellious attitude, to learning that she had an anti Hyperion pirate radio, that she used to broadcast bad things that happens in her neighbourhood, to her adapting her morals and learn that even in the most corrupt organisations there are still normal people struggling with their own life, and then progressing from it. And lastly after everything was at loss, the money the plan, she was willing to sacrifice her whole life for a dear friend/s, even on her dying breath putting both Rhys and her Sister at ease and in her last moments. Amazing.

Oooh boy and that was just the prelude to it all XD

After that I noticed a lot of similarities, between characters. Sasha and Loaderbot for instance are both pragmatic, put the lives of their loved ones over their own, love tech, are socially open people while holding back on information and emotion. Not to mention the scenes in 2 and 3 and also 4 and 5 where it is slightly hinted how well Sasha and Loaderbot work together, without sharing much words. So naturally the Idea was born that Sash and LB became quite close.

And the same goes for Sasha and Gaige. I was actually surprised that nobody (not entirely true, I saw one fanart of it) seemed to made that connection before as it was so obvious to me. So basically Sasha is a softer version of Gaige, in many terms. They both have a big heart for tech and especially guns. They both hosted a small radio broadcast that blew up in their region over night. Both are anarchist’s who spread the word for awareness, how fucked up the company war actually is. Both are not really good at their aim. Both call robots as their closes’t friends. Both share a deep hatred for Handsome Jack and his doings. Both fought a giant ass Vault Monster and nearly died in the process of doing so. Both got screwed up big time and now have a huge bounty on their head... So you see the list goes on, and honestly the more I write them, the more similarities I notice, both hc wise and canon wise. So there more I thought about it, and noticed similarites the more I fell in love with the Idea of them becoming close. And from there the Idea was born, that they probably met on a job ( the most likely scenario in the Borderlands universe). It had to be before BL3 of course, and to be after Tales naturally so that only put one timeline in the focus, Commander Lillith.

To be honest, I didn’t expect everything turning out so big. Like seriously I orifinally planed like 8k words or so. Now I’m dangling on the Idea of having 13 chapters and a big ass finally, a neat wrap up of everything and even a possible epilogue XD Yeah, that wasn’t what I expected either but damn do I love doing it.

Like seriously my headcanons only just gotten bigger and bigger. From a whole nebula system in the galaxy, to regions I created in my own mind for it, to even complex backstorys. Like why Sasha wears a headband, why she loves guns so much, what happened to her and Fi’s parents, why she was raised by her aunt, what does Felix have to do with it, Why Gaige has this kicks of both sudden depression and manical behavior. Why she’s so close to her dad, but her mom wasn’t even mentioned once (but teased), why she wanted to become a wedding planer, and why she is so obsessed with robots and margarita mix. I think one day, this thing will turn into a tabletop game or something XD

So estimated 20k words on my answer later and now we are going for my own created ship Scarleona. Don’t worry, as much as I like to gosh about that too, it wont take as long I prommy.

Scarleona was created in a sudden urge while thinking about what happpend to Fiona while Strays happened. And similar to Gaige and Sasha, Scarleona was born from a dynamic. Especially of those from two Ladybosses with Silvertongue and speech 100XD Fiona and Scarlett may have become my favorite Fiona ship (no offense everybody) because of how well they play off each other. Fiona is a con artist, her whole life she was used to swindle, to play it cool and by ear, go with the flow, and expect the unexpected. So here core idea is that she is manupulating people by LYING to them.

Scarlett on the other hand is similar while also the complete opposite to it. She is backstabby, plays with her charm and most importantly she is dead honest while tricking people. In fact even so honest that people don’t even realised that they got tricked even though she told it several times before. And this dynamic is so fascinating to me. You see, Fiona has almost an answer an action for everything prepared, but the idea that her winning honesty, is mind puzzling to Fiona is so perfect. @michellespenscratchz wrote me a drabble several months ago and I think that line describes it just perfect

“So, let me see if I got this straight,” Fiona tilted her head inquisitively at Captain Scarlett. “You needed these Vault Hunters’ help to find this treasure for you. So you…just asked them?”

“That’s right.” Scarlett nodded, inspecting her hook nonchalantly.

“Even though they knew you wanted it for yourself?” Fiona asked.

“Indeed,” Scarlett replied.

“And they…” Fiona blinked, “…knew you planned on fighting them for it once they had it.”

“Of course they did,” Scarlett shrugged. “I told them as much.”

“You told them?”

“Yes.”

“And they helped you anyway?”

“Precisely.” Scarlett turned her hat against the blistering wind. “I fear I don’t quite grasp what about this is so difficult to grasp, Fiona dear.”

“Huh.” Fiona cast her gaze out across the expanse of Pandoran horizon. “I guess I just gotta–I dunno–rethink my whole life right now.”

So yeah, that was basically it. I kinda diagressed and didn’t want to hurt your eyes more looking at the long ass text, but please if you have some more questions to it, pls hit me. I love to gosh about it <3

And thank you so much <3 This was hella fun

#Borderlands #Tales from the Borderlands #Strays of the Pack #Scarleona #Sasha the Kid Sister #Gaige the Mechromancer #I still need a great name for Sash and Gaige's dynamic #maybe I should go with Wolfpack for now till something better crosses my mind.#Fiona the Con Artist #Captain Scarlett #Thank you #<3

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