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Blind Man Eating Ice Cream - Prank

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12 April 2021 Additions to Reylo Fluff

These fics have been added to the Fluff lists located in the following lists:

Fluff Part 1 Titles A-G

Fluff Part 2 Titles H-M

Fluff Part 3 Titles N-S

Fluff Part 4 Titlez T-Z

Zombie Run by OptimisticBeth (AO3 2018  Rated T Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: During a charity run, Rey is relentlessly pursued by a zombie.) The Road Taken by gogoburritos (AO3 2020  Rated M Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Rey pulls a prank on her housemate Ben. She doesn't expect it to turn out so well.) Loose Change by spicytofuuuu (AO3 2020  Rated E Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: "I ate your pizza. It was a desperate move. I'm sorry. Not proud of myself. Here is $4." An Oh-My-God-They-Were-Roommates, They-Have-One-Single-Shared-Brain-Cell fic.) just say you love me by darthswift13 (AO3 2021  Rated M Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: In which Rey gets drunk on Saturday nights and confesses her true feelings for her roommate Ben, only to forget on Sunday mornings. Will Rey ever be able to confess her feelings when sober?) r/Relationships by elle_reads (AO3 2020  Rated T Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Ben's new roommate moves in just before a shelter-in-place order is issued. It's just the two of them—and Reddit, of course.) The Sublet by javajunkie (AO3 2020  Rated M Complete, 5 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Rey and Rose sublet their spare room to Ben Solo.) Knock Me Down by commandercrouton (AO3 2019  Rated T Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Ben gets a concussion thanks to Rey.) Love in the Language of Sweaters by SaintHeretical (AO3 2019  Rated E Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Corporate executive Ben Solo mocks holiday sweaters until he sees the delivery girl wear them.) You Need a Tutor by castles_and_crowns (AO3 2018  Rated T Complete, 28 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Rey is an engineering student who finds herself struggling with calculus. Desperate, she goes to the math tutoring center on campus for help. Meanwhile, Ben Solo is a grad student who's required to work a certain amount of hours in the math tutoring center. When Ben reluctantly offers to help Rey with her work, a relationship forms between them that neither are expecting.) Five Times That Ben Saved Rey's Valentine's Day & How She Forever Saved His by AnneAnna (AO3 2021  Rated T Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Ben makes a confession in his wedding speech: He knew he was going to marry Rey when he and Rey were 4 years old and she gave him a Valentine she made and colored herself. And 21 years later, he still has that Valentine.) Newspaper Hearts by Celia_and (AO3 2021  Rated G Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: “She made her Valentine’s cards. She tore hearts out of newspaper and glued them onto used envelopes and painstakingly wrote each child’s name. She probably spent days making them. And you know what she wrote on mine?” He doesn’t need to read it to know what it says, so he looks down at her instead, and the hand on her heart and the tears in her eyes. “Ben: You are OK. Rey.”) When the party ends by Blueyedgurl (AO3 2021  Rated E Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Rey gets wasted at a frat party. Ben finds her, puts her in his room, where she's safe. Rey wakes in the morning after Ben comes out of the shower and nakedness ensues.) Fleeced by Blueyedgurl (AO3 2020  Rated T Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: AU where Rey is a mechanic and Ben is her grumpy client. Ben is car shopping and asks her to pretend to be his girlfriend so the dealer won't screw him over.) My Sandwich by Blueyedgurl (AO3 2020  Rated G Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Someone took Ben's turkey sandwich at work, he is infuriated and eager for revenge, until he finds out it was Rey then those feelings no longer exist.) Sleepyhead by Blueyedgurl (AO3 2020  Rated T Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Ben, a mere himbo, tucks a stray hair behind Rey's ear in class. He knows he deserves the hot coffee in her hand to be thrown in his face and yet he gets a date. ) When You Know It by Blueyedgurl (AO3 2020  Rated E Complete, 2 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Ben finds out his roommate Rey has never had someone to celebrate valentine's with, so he sends her 25 roses, one for every year she's been alone, in attempt to make her feel better.) Port in the storm by Blueyedgurl (AO3 2020  Rated E Complete, 2 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Rey pretends to be afraid of thunderstorms so she has an excuse to sleep next to Ben. Ben figures it out when he races home early after seeing thunder, fearing Rey will be crying alone curled up in a ball, only to find her totally chill and eating ice cream.) Neighborly by Blueyedgurl (AO3 2020  Rated T Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Rey and her son move into a new apartment and meets her new neighbor Ben and his cute dog.) Tinder and Cinder by Blueyedgurl (AO3 2020  Rated E Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Rey joins tinder after a long long dry spell due to her flatmate Kylo's derision, they argue about why and in a fit of jealousy Kylo screams out 'use me instead.') Traditions gotta start somewhere by Blueyedgurl (AO3 2020  Rated G Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Christmas Tree vignettes of Rey and Ben over the course of their relationship.) All of my wishes came true with you by Blueyedgurl (AO3 2021  Rated T Complete, One-Shot, Fantasy AU, Quick Synopsis: Rey works on a wishfarm for Plutt. One day after she's out of wishes, she catches the star of a man who wishes for an end to his loneliness. She pockets it and after a particularly rough day she grants it with herself.) Knot It by MotherofScavengers (AO3 2021  Rated E Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: When Omega Rey’s heat starts early, the Alpha friend who agreed to assist her is nowhere to be found. When she unexpectedly meets Ben, the delicious smelling Alpha offers his help...and his knot.) It's You by SpaceWaffleHouse (AO3 2021  Rated T Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Ben and Rey have been costars for years when the time comes for them to film their first kissing scene. Neither of them ever expected their soul marks to appear in the process.) Through the Years by castles_and_crowns (AO3 2018  Rated T Complete, 10 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Ben Solo and Rey Jakkson meet on the playground as children under unusual circumstances and quickly become best friends. This fic follows them through the years, showing glimpses of their friendship as it slowly progresses into something more.) I Hate You by orphan_account (AO3 2018  Rated M Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Ben has been in love with Rey for two years and so when she storms into his office he finally decides he can't keep it in any longer.) In Small Packages by DyadamDriver (AO3 2018  Rated G Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: It was then that Ben realised three things. 1. He had never had a cat in his life. 2. He had no idea what these little things ate. 3. He had a crippling crush on his neighbour.) ignorance of etiquette by blessedreylo (AO3 2020  Rated E Complete, 2 Chapters, Regency AU, Quick Synopsis: Lady Rey Kenobi lives a life of pristine comfort and luxury on her family's estate in Chesire with her parents Lord Obi-Wan Kenobi and Lady Satine Kenobi. When they receive word that an old family friend, Lord Benjamin Solo, is coming to visit, Lady Rey is reminded of how he tormented her as a child. She decides that she will prove herself not the same girl she once was in more ways than one.) heaven in hiding by blessedreylo (AO3 2021  Rated E Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: They say it's impossible for a guy and girl to be "just friends", but Rey and Ben had managed to discredit that throughout their decade long friendship. What they both have is special, that people would often arrive at the conclusion the two were made for each other. He's her safe haven, her rock. She gives him a sense of clarity and direction. Ben and Rey know each other more than anyone ever possibly could. Therefore on Valentine's Day, their friends decided to secretly set them up together on a blind dinner date.) a quiet storm by blessedreylo (AO3 2020  Rated E Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Rey gets off to Kylo Ren, a popular audio erotica account online. She hasn’t been on a date in so long until her friend Rose sets her up on a blind date with her boyfriend's coworker, Ben. They seem to be hitting it off and finding that they have a lot in common, but she can’t help but think that he sounds so...familiar.) key to the kingdom by blessedreylo (AO3 2020  Rated E Complete, 12 Chapters, Princess Diaries AU, Quick Synopsis: Most girls get a drunk weekend in Vegas for their 21st birthday, but Princess Rey Kenobi gets the chance to rule the country of Alderaan. But the only way she can become Queen is if she marries a man in 30 days, or the throne goes to the selfish (and annoyingly attractive) usurper Lord Benjamin Solo. Will Rey be able to ascend to the throne or will it all just become a royal pain in the ass?) fueled by fire by blessedreylo (AO3 2020  Rated E Complete, 2 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Ben annoys the hell out of Rey when he tries to write passive aggressive notes about where she leaves her stuff. Rey pisses Ben off by being loud and picking a fight whenever she wants. Being neighbors for the last five months has been interesting to say the least. Their little rivalry comes to a crescendo when their hate for each other turns into another kind of passion.) 1 April Fool by Maloreiy (AO3 2021  Rated T Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: "Honk! Act like you know me! My name is Ben!" Rey sees the sign on the car when she pulls up to the grocery store, and decides to play along. The giant, surly man, apparently named Ben, is not amused.) when I look to you by blessedreylo (AO3 2020  Rated M Complete, 7 Chapters, Harry Potter AU, Quick Synopsis: Best friends since Year Three, Gryffindor's Ben Solo and Rey Niima navigate their final year at Hogwarts. When exposed feelings and unrequited romance get in the way of their friendship, they wonder whether they'll survive the school year.) Dreaming of Hope by adamsackleriskyloren83 (AO3 2019  Rated M Complete, 2 Chapters, Canon AU, Quick Synopsis: Kylo Ren goes to bed one night only to awaken as Rebel Pilot Ben Solo. Discovering that not only is Rey his wife, but he is also the father of a toddler(s) son/daughter.) Talk Nerdy To Me by andabatae (AO3 2019  Rated E Complete, 7 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Grad student Rey is addicted to watching nature documentaries narrated by the mysterious Kylo Ren. In fact, listening to him recite animal facts is her favorite masturbation inspiration. One day, the poetry class she TAs for has a guest lecturer: Ben Solo, a large, cranky man with gorgeous hair, adorable glasses... and a very compelling voice.) Everything You Are by kereia (AO3 2019  Rated E Complete, One-Shot, Canon AU, Quick Synopsis: But the thing she loved most of all, the thing that she was downright addicted to, was the way Ben reacted whenever she touched him.) Eggplant Emoji by trasharama (AO3 2020  Rated E Complete, 5 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: A desperate Rey seeks refuge in Poe and Ben's spare bedroom. Ben didn't know she was a girl when he agreed to the roommate trial period--and now she won't stop sexting him? Climb aboard the Smutty McSmuttSmutt train!)

[nautiscarader]

Nautiscarader’s Wendip Week day 3: Prank War

geez, this one took a while. I apologise, and let’s hope next one will arrive faster

 (ao3)

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Someone standing outside of The Mystery Shack might have thought that the living room contained a very predictable lighting bug, or at least that someone inside was broadcasting a rather boring Morse code message using light signals.

In reality, it was just Wendy and Dipper, slouched on the sofa, surfing TV channels, giving each of them at most three seconds to entertain their bored minds. So far, none of them stood up to the challenge.

But as Wendy continued the only physical activity she had the energy for, i.e. pressing one button, something finally caught their attention.

- "What's up everyone? It's your boy, the Prankster Prancer!"

A loud, obnoxious, blonde man in his twenties, wearing spiky, gelled hair rode into the shot on a fake unicorn, face-hugged the camera, filling the wide-angle lens and made both Dipper and Wendy jump in their seats as loud horn noise shook the air around them.

- Wait, I thought this guy was only on the internet! - Wendy raised her brow - Did he escape to the real world?! - Come on, who in the right mind would give him a show? - "So, first of all, thanks to our station, The Cheese Network, for giving me the chance to entertain you guys..."

Dipper and Wendy groaned in collective understanding.

- "...and for giving us some cheese to pay for our last week's prank!"

The screen dimmed and the camera changed to an aerial shot, containing not only fires and flood, but also several military helicopters.

- "So last time we did some EPIC prank during the gender reveal party and we've made a hole in the ozone hole!"

The man made extra effort to extend every vowel in the last word, to an equally obnoxious collection of sound effects.

- Wow. That looks... bad. Even by our standards. - Wendy watched the footage. - Yeah. Good thing this dude stays away from us. - "And now it's time to reveal the next place for our EPIC PRANK!"

The man took a baseball bat and unceremoniously smashed the unicorn doll in half, and stuck his hand in the fake guts, revealing an envelope.

- "And this one is a suggestion from my top commentator on-line, that girl leaves comments under every single one of my videos, so I could not ignore her request".

The envelope was opened, and suddenly, a girl's voice began reading it.

- "Dear Prankster Prancer. I love your videos, and how creative your calamity can be..." - Wait a minute - Dipper sat up, as his eyes widened in horror - Is that- - "My name is Mabel Pines, and I am staying in a small town called Gravity Falls, in Oregon...".

Dipper and Wendy looked at each other and understood each other at once.

- Barricade the doors!

But it was too late. As Dipper ran towards the lobby, the door were smashed to the ground, seemingly under the power of the air horns, and flooded the Shack with lights. The same blonde man walked inside, as if he owned the place, leading with him Mabel Pines.

- What's up birches? Is that how you call people living in the middle of a forest? - he shoved his face to the camera again. - More like, in the middle of nowhere! - Mabel added, high-five'ing him - Thankfully, me and my Prankster Protégé are gonna rock this place! - he shouted.

Dipper Pines stood up and cleaned himself from the dust and debris, watching as the two rock their heads to some aggressive tune.

- Hold on a minute! Mabel, why did you invite him here? If anything, there's too much going around in here! - Ugh, this is my little brother, Dipper. - Mabel rolled her eyes - I'm-I'm not little! - Dipper stomped in place - We're twins!

Somewhere behind him, Wendy snickered.

- What, you just look adorable when you're angry.

Dipper turned back and stormed towards his sister.

- Mabel, do you have amnesia or something? Gravity Falls is full of amazing things! We've been on treasure hunts, found all sorts of monsters in every lake, glade and a cave... You wanted to date a zombie on out first day here! - Yeah, sure, kid, as if I could just walk into a forest and find a dead body... - the Prankster took a sip of soda, looking somewhat nervously. - Mabel, we've seen living dinosaurs here! - Yeah, like I can see one now!

The Prankster pointed to the kitchen and very confused Grunkle Stan in his pajamas.

- What in the DMV is going on here? - Check this out, a living fossil!

The Prankster jumped towards Grunkle Stan and unceremoniously took a selfie with him.

- Oh no, my eyes! The light is coming towards me instead of the other way around!

Stan cried when flash of light blinded him, and with a sleigh of hand, the blonde man undid his belt, causing Stan to nearly trip and fall, if it wasn't for Wendy.

- Hey, you! You're not a prankster, you're a jerk!

At the sound of those words, the man stopped laughing and turned his attention, as well as cameras, towards Wendy.

- What's that? We've got ourselves a HATER!

An air horn was about to blow her hat off, but Wendy swiftly grabbed it and twisted it.

- Yeah, that's what I've said, you're a jerk. I like pranking people, but not to hurt them. - And watchu gonna do, leave a mean comment? - No, we're gonna prank you. - Wendy reached and brought Dipper towards her. - Cos we've done some pranking together ourselves! - Like what? - Like... when we've made our friend think his inflatable tube could talk!

The Prankster shot them with a dead stare.

- You know what, I don't even have time to play the "wah-wah" soundbite. But if you want to lose, your call. Tomorrow, we're gonna get an EPIC PRANK-OFF!

And he shot a pose in front of the camera.

- Right, now tell me where's someplace to eat. And they better have unlimited refills. - Lazy Susan is neat. And there's water tower nearby...

And with that, he and Mabel walked off, leaving the small destruction behind them.

- Wendy! - Dipper turned at once towards her - Are you crazy? He has entire film crew! And money! And very little empathy! He's gonna plough through us! - Chill out, man, we're gonna trick him, one way or another.

And she gently smacked the edge of his hat.

- Er, I know you guys like to babble all the time, but I still can't get up. - Grunkle Stan grumbled from the floor.

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The next day, Wendy woke up at the break of dawn with unbridled optimism. Dipper less so, and he was a bit nervous when Wendy gathered him and her crew in the small lumberjack shack in the woods to explain the plan of action.

- So, any questions? - she asked

At the same time, every teenager in the small room raised hands.

- So, how does exactly the can of whipped cream is supposed to work with the rake? - Tambry asked - And what do we have to do with the rat-shaped balloons? - Thompson asked shyly. - And can't we just... punch him? - Robbie suggested, mimicking the action. - Ugh, you guys!

Wendy groaned and hid her face in her hands. hearing the murmurs of doubt across the room, Dipper quickly stood up and continued.

- Guys, this jerk is giving us, pranksters, a bad name! We gotta prank him in a way that shows we are better... Because we can do better!

He watched as faces of the older teenagers brighten with his speech. Several of them even smiled.

- Plus he could, like, sue us for millions of dollars, so we gotta stay clean.

With newly gained optimism, the gang rushed to Thompson's van and readied themselves for the prank.

- Thanks, man, for giving me a hand. - Wendy suddenly patted Dipper's back. - Oh, no-no problem. - Dipper spoke, wondering if she noticed his blush.

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- Alright, we're all in places.

Wendy spoke to her phone, and observed the places, leaning from behind the wall. Her eyes moved from Robbie, hidden in the abandoned ice-cream stall, to Thompson, on top of a tree, to Tambry, pretending to read a large newspaper, and finally, to Dipper, holding a bag of provisions.

- We-Wendy, I'm not sure if this is gonna work. - Now!

She commanded, as Prankster walked nonchalantly out of the store. He thre away the half-eaten sandwich he just bought and was about to walk into the string that would have activate the whipped cream... if he didn't make a sudden jump.

He then threw something into the stall.

- Oh, crap, it's a grenade!

Robbie stormed out, tripping on the same wire he helped setting up, which resulted in his black hair covered in white goo and sprinkles.

Tambry was supposed attack next, but Prankester was already next to her. He took a bucket of soapy water and dumped it over her, destroying her diguise that covered her pruple hair.

For Thompson, he didn't even have to do much - he threw a mouse toy into the air, and listened how the boy tumbles down, shrieking.

And finally, he took something big and colourful out of his backpack and tossed it onto the street, watching as Dipper and Wendy rush towards it.

- Limited edition Giraffeoala!

They realised the two were after it when it was too late. Their heads collided with each other, just as the elusive plushie was yanked from their hands, back into his bag.

- Seriously, guys? You wanted to outsmart me? There like five of you and you couldn't do it. - Ha! That was a good one! - Mabel emerged from behind his back and did another high-five. - But I couldn't do it without you. - he pointed at her. - Me? But I didn't do anything... - Of course you did.

The Prankster lowered his sunglasses.

- Last evening at that stupid bar. You told me you were friends with everyone here. You told me how one of them likes gloomy, dark places. Like another one is afraid of mice. Like another one never looks away from her phone...

Mabel's ecstatic, radiant smile faded with each word the Prankster spoke, and her eyes, widened from excitation began to fill with tears.

- And, well, you told me what these two dorks are obsessed about... amongst other things. - Mabel! - Wendy and Dipper cried at the same time. - But-But I didn't... - Aw, really? You feel sad for them? LAME. - he pushed her aside and waved for his crew that followed him anyway.

For quite a while, all the small town could hear was Mabel Pines sobbing, until someone closed his arms around her.

- There, there, sis. - Dipper spoke quietly. - I guess you see why were so angry now. - I-I didn't know he would...

Dipper hugged her, letting her cry as much as she wants into his vest.

- It's not your fault, Mabel. - Wendy added, taking a knee and gently patting her. - But-But it is! - Well... Kinda... - Robbie added, and received a cold, piercing stare from Wendy. - Jerks like that like to... use people. And they know that the best ones are those, who are most trusting and kind.

Mabel's sniffing stopped, as Wendy continued.

- But you know what? - Dipper spoke suddenly - I think I got an idea...

He let go of his sister rushed to the Prankster, sitting on one of the toy unicorns, tossing quarter after quarter, while two children in queue began to tear up.

- Hey, you! - Ugh, you again, twerp. What, want me to reveal more secrets about you and your stupid hobbies? Or, like, who is your biggest crush after a toy plushie from the 90s?

Dipper's face reddened, but he remained unperturbed.

- We're not done yet. Tomorrow we're gonna prank you for good. Double or nothing! - Ugh, sure, fine. - the Prankster didn't even look at him - It's not like I can do anything until my lawyers clean up the whole "gender reveal party" fiasco. Like, who cares if the whole state is now inhabitable for life?

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By the next morning, the battleground was set. Cameras and tons of equipment surrounded the small grassy meadow in front of the Mystery Shack, where Dipper and Wendy were sitting in their chairs with their arms crossed, both wearing much more confident smiles. And the fact that Mabel was with them added them extra layer of morale.

When the clock struck 12, a mighty roar shook the place, as monster truck drove from behind the tree line, smoking and setting nearby branches on fire. The Prankster Prancer jumped out of it, and, drowned in the flashes of cameras, walked into his place.

- So, are you twerps ready for the FINAL PRANK OF YOUR LIFE? - he roared into the microphone, rolling his tongue back and forth as if he was about to eat it. - Nah, we're not gonna prank you. - Wendy shrugged - But someone else will.

The newly reinstalled door to the Mystery Shack opened, and a new figure appeared. An elderly woman walked out, being led by Grunkle Stan that gallantly helped her, for once not sneaking his hand into her purse.

And when she looked up from behind her glasses, the confident smile on Prancer's face disappeared at once.

- Grandma?! What-What are you doing here?! - Oh, don't you know? - Grunkle Stan rushed with explanation - We, old folks, all know each other. And I simply couldn't let her miss her grandson's grand day! - I'm so glad I can see you, Archibald!

The elderly lady used her cane to hook him by his neck and brought him into his arms, despite his best efforts to avoid any interactions.

- G-Grandma, don't- don't call me that! - Why not? - she continued, seemingly ignoring her grandson efforts to escape her tight hug. - I am your grandma, and I will call you by your full name, Archibald Roderick Sebastian Eugene!

Somewhere behind them, Dipper, Wendy and Mabel were having the time of their life, trying to hide their laughter.

- So, wait, his initials literally make him an... - Grandma! Make them stop! They-they are laughing at me! - Nonsense! Those young folks told me all your fans would love to see me talk about you. So I've send them some photos via the eclectic mail!

The blonde man looked to the side at Wendy and Dipper's faces. Their wide smiles told him everything, and in the act of ultimate desperation, he gently shook his head, silently mouthing his plea. He then looked at Mabel's, but hers was filled with spite.

In response, Mabel simply pressed a button.

The enormous screen behind them lit up, showing an adorable newborn blonde boy in diaper, giggling at the baby rattle.

Several more followed, showing his equally naked body in progressively embarrassing positions.

The screen changed, and the same boy was now three-years old, wearing a strict haircut as well as a bowtie. And the worst part was, he looked happy.

The Prankster Prancer fell to his knees, as tears began rolling from his eyes, which his grandma quickly dried with her handkerchief.

- Oh, yes, I do tear up a little at this one too. Oh, but the next one makes me so proud!

Prancer's eyes widen, if possibly even more, and throwing away all the pretence, he rushed to Wendy and Dipper and began begging them for mercy. But it was for nothing. He knew they have seen the photo already.

And with another press of a button, a seven-year old Prancer was shown, wearing a blue cardigan, sitting in an armchair with a big book in his hands, smiling at the camera, proudly showing his braces.

The scanned photo displayed a title, written in crayon over it.

"I love school!"

Flocks of birds flew into the air from the nearby trees in response to the shriek that reverberated the air, full of remorse, despair, and unmistakably, defeat.

- Nooooo!

The Prancer hit the ground with his fists, for which he was quickly reprimanded by his grandma ("You're going to make them dirty!"), while Wendy and Dipper high-fived each other, before giving Mabel a warm hug.

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- So I guess that will teach him? - Dipper asked Wendy as the two lay on the sofa, flicking through the channels again. - Pfh. I wish it did. - Wendy reached for her phone and showed Dipper a familiar blonde man waving his arms uncontrollably. - "What's up Prankster Pros? It's ya boy, and I've got this sweet book deal full of my MOST EMBARASSING photos! Look at that baby bottom! Only for $99.99..." - Geez, I guess they never learn. - Nope. But at least he's not here...

For a while the room dimmed every few seconds, as Wendy searched for anything interesting, but something else was on Dipper's mind.

- So... about those Cuddle Buddies...

The remote fell out of Wendy's hand.

- Uh, yeah, so, I just...

She shied away and mumbled her answer, until she saw a polite smile on Dipper's face.

- So, like, remember ever since you wanted to win that Duck Panda for me? I... kinda got into them, you know. Not like, obsessively collecting them, but... you know. - Yeah, I do. For cuddling.

The two looked at each other and exchanged the same, warm smiles.

- So which generation you like the most? - Well, gen 2 obviously - she rolled her eyes - What? Five is the best. - The best as sucking, perhaps. - Come on, they had changed the lead designer and everything, but they're still Cuddle Buddies...

For quite a while, the channel stayed on, as neither of them bother to change it. And when the night fell on, Wendy and Dipper realised that they might have discovered something new to talk about.

[k0kichiimagines]

Omfg board games with the RFA IM CRYING AJDBWJDH-

ALSO PLEASEEE I COULD RAMBLE FOR SO SO LONG ABOUT EVERYTHING IN THIS GAME MUAHAHAHAHABAH

One of my favorite headcanons is the Choi twins playing video games together. Remember how in the hospital Saeran threw the gaming console at someone? ;-; but that moment with Saeyoung saying that games are fun and leaving it beside him so he could play as well I'm- omg the feels ajdbabdbwbs

ALSO

THE WHOLE RFA PLAYING THOSE VIDEO GAMES WHERE EVERYONE CAN PLAY- Y'KNOW THOSE PARTY ONES- MARIO PARTY WAS IT? 😭😭😭

I can imagine Yoosung being kinda decent, Zen and Jumin are always arguing but it's low-key funny, Jaehee is tired but she has fun playing with everyone, Saeyoung is OVERDRAMATIC AND IT'S F U N N Y AS FUCK- and Saeran just goes with everything, thinking that you and Jaehee are probably the most normal ones here lmfao

CAN YOU IMAGINE VANDERWOOD JOINING TOO?? He would be so done with everything but still crack some sarcastic jokes I'M-

I like to think that he visits often or even lives with the Choi twins and you akdhahdhsh I like to imagine him one day joining the RFA as well.

IMAGINE HIM AND SAEYOUNG IN THE CHATROOMS LMFAO AJDBAJDHSHSB HE IS SO DONE BAHAHAHAHAHA

Vanderwood actually gets along with you so he might usually talk to you or even Saeran the most lmao, IMAGINE THEM GETTING REVENGE ON SAEYOUNG FOR THE PRANKS HE DID BAHAHAHAHA

Also I agree with the after ending. It kinda made me sad that the RFA didn't really talk much and everyone went their separate ways but they are all okay and you basically live with the Choi twins somewhere away. I personally like the Secret Endings more because the RFA is still together and does more parties in the future tho V ;-;

Goshhh don't even get me started on V in the Secret Endings, I was low-key so sad. Y'know that image where he tries to see but became blind? Y'know where he is on his knees and looks in front of him- THAT SHIT HURT LIKE A BITCHHHHH

Then I play the other stuff where he is still there and man, playing his route made me kinda sad, especially this image here

HIS VERY SMALL SMILE-

He can be so so cute sometimes AND THE WAY PEOPLE DRAW HIM GAHHHHHHHHHHHH AHDBAHDHAHDHAHDHAHS /POS

While I'm extremely satisfied with the Secret Ending, I do wish V was still there :< but at least it also had a happy ending. Saeran is trying to heal and the RFA continues forward!

I'm fighting the urge to throw scenarios I have-

FINE IM GONNA THROW ONE IN-

Can you imagine the whole RFA going to the beach together?? Like that one image:

But Saeran and pretty much Vanderwood joins as well? :O

I feel like Saeran with Vanderwood might just watch from the side as everyone else plays in the water and even volleyball haha

Also the Summer Seasonal Chats are so fucking funny, I was in tears from laughing so hard 😭✋

I WANNA JOIN THEM SO BADLY REEEEEEE

BUT BUT BUT IMAGINE SAEYOUNG AND SAERAN EATING ICE CREAM WHILE SITTING TOGETHER ON THE WARM SUN AND WATCHING THE CLOUDS, KNOWING THEY BOTH ARE FREE AND EVEN TALKING GAHHHHHHHHHHHH

ANNA CALM DOWN-

N O-

LMAOO MARIO KART / PARTY W THE RFA THAT WOUKD GET SP CHAOTIC

I hc yoosung is good at video games, but terrible at some board games JSHDND

vanderwood have to be ' forced ' into playing,, i hc him as having the kind of relationship of begrudging older brother to saeyoung, he definitely visits sometimes!! hes closed off, but slowly speaks more

Vs story is so sad :( sometimes when i think about the reset theory i had anothet theory of rika being the original mc but perhaps just in a platonic sense for some and then romantic for jumin and v (jumin just because there was a potential implication of feelings),, and therefore rika is the one who is kind of altering the game?? a bit like monika,, it reminded me of when someone said the game almost wants you to think v is the villian, when hes the victim,, a this probably makes no sense lol

anyways! i do think v is such an interesting tragic hero,, i like to think you, saeran and saeyoung just take a year, maybe two, just travelling and doing whatever, then come back to the RFA,, and then maybe a year or two after that a very healed V returns. it would be awkward, and im not sure if the twins or jumin, or even yoosung, would accept him back. maybe they would, it might take a strained relationship for a few years,, hes also v pretty ur right

the twins are only 20, they have hopefully years ahead of them both <3

WHAT ALSO MAKES ME SAD IS THAT SAEYOUNG AND V NEVER GOT TO TALK IN HIS ROUTE??? v died before saeyoung got to know everything, and he was passed out anyway,,, pain

YES I LOVE TJE IDEA OF THEM AT THE BEACH saeyoung and mc / you are going to have to teach saeran how to swim, he's never done it before

saeyoung pushes yoosung into the pool, he probably tries it to Vanderwood LMAODJFJ

YES THATS SO SWEET,, THEY GET TO ENJOY THEIR FREEDOM NOW, AND THERES NO RUSH EITHER,,

when saeran learns how to swim i can see him enjoying splashing people sometimes, he splashes saeyoung

but yes vanderwood is just observing, it would take convincing to get him to join,, but jumin oftens seems to like to sit back, so he keeps him company

maybe vanderwood would go if jumin gave him ideas of cat projects </3 poor jumin no one (but saeyoung) wants to listen to his cat projects

[sugarsugarmoon]

Ice Cream (m)

**Summary: **You just wanted to eat your ice cream bar, but when Jungkook storms out of the room, you get a surprise you weren’t expecting.

**Genre: **Smut

**Warnings: **Masturbation, unprotected sex (please use protection IRL), honestly it’s pretty vanilla, flustered JK is best JK

**Word Count: **2664

**A/N: **Jeon Jungkook got me feeling some type of way after that fan meeting, you know? Anyway, this is probably the most vanilla one shot I’ve ever written. I hope you enjoy it!

** **

You sit on one of the barstools in your kitchen, unwrapping an ice cream bar that you had just pulled out of the fridge. Your roommate, Jungkook, is sitting on the couch, hood pulled over his head, playing on his phone.

You had lived with Jungkook for about 6 months, and it had been a good situation for both of you. You had caught your ex-boyfriend cheating and needed a place to move ASAP, and Jungkook had made a flyer and posted it on a bulletin board in the student center because his old roommate had graduated the previous year and moved to the city for a job. He couldn’t afford to live alone, so, when you came along, he said yes right away.

He had come out of his room and saw you standing in front of the washer. You were wearing his shirt and a pair of cheeky lace underwear. You figured since you were doing laundry anyway, you could just wash the shirt with the second load and give it back to him. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw you, and, when you turned to look at him, he face was red and distorted in a weird way that you couldn’t read.

“Is that my shirt?” he asked in a tone you’d never heard from him before.

“Yeah. Sorry I didn’t ask I was gonna wash it in the next load…” you say hesitantly.

“No. Take it off,” he says lowering his eyes and shaking his head.

“Okay, jeez, I’m sorry,” you start to pull the shirt over your head, exposing your tummy and the bottom swell of your breasts.

“Not here! God! Are you not wearing a bra? Oh my god. Just...go to your room and take it off,” he practically shouts.

He turns on a dime and disappears into his room. You stand there bewildered for a moment, then you go in your room, take off his shirt, and throw on one of your own. You walk over to his door and gently place the shirt on the handle. You can hear JK moving around inside his room, but you decide it’s best to leave him alone. 

You never talked about it after that, but, after a couple of weeks, things went back to normal between the two of you. Two really long uncomfortable weeks. You were playful and sarcastic, and Jungkook loved pranks and could take it as well as he dished it out. The two of you spent a lot of your time together laughing and making fun of each other.

Today, you are in a bad mood, having seen a post from your ex with his new girlfriend online. She’s cute and he looks happy and you’re burning up inside. You decide that ice cream is the answer to your problems right now. The ice cream bar was one of those with the hard chocolate coating and inside was vanilla ice cream with chocolate and peanut butter swirls, aka the best sad food of all time.

You pop the bar into your mouth and crunch down on the chocolate coating. It is sweet and rich, and your mouth is filled with vanilla and chocolate and peanut butter flavors. It’s so good. You can’t help it; you don’t even realize it, but you let out a deep moan as you finish your first bite. 

Jungkook’s head snaps toward you, eyes wide. “Did...did you just moan?”

Your cheeks immediately flush, and you avert your eyes from his gaze. “It’s really good, okay?”

“Apparently,” he says with a slight chuckle.

You bring your attention back to your ice cream which has started melting down your hand. With an _oh shit _to yourself, you quickly lick the melting ice cream off the bar and take to cleaning off your hand with your tongue. You hear what almost sounds like a whimper from the living room, and, when you look over, Jungkook is staring at you with the same look he gave you when you stole his shirt. You finish licking the finger you’re on and then stop.

“What?” you ask as you pop your pinky out of your mouth.

“Nothing,” he grumbles and stalks off to his room.

You let him go because you’re not sure what to say. You finish your ice cream and decide that you can’t let the weirdness between you and Jungkook stand. The last time it was weird like this and he looked at you like that, you didn’t talk for weeks, and you didn’t want to have to endure that again.

You march over to his bedroom door and fling it open. The sight that meets you leaves you instantly speechless.

Jungkook is in his desk chair, sweatpants low on his hips, hoodie tossed aside. He has his cock in his right hand, and he’s gripping down hard on the arm rest with his left. He’s panting, and it’s clear that his eyes were closed, head thrown back just moments before you entered. You feel heat immediately radiating in your face, your belly, and your core.

His eyes snapped open when you opened the door, and he stopped the movement of his hand. Freezing for a second, then scrambling to put himself back in his pants. 

You stand there with your mouth open, eyes wide, suddenly very aware of how your panties feel against you.

“Fuck! Y/n, what the fuck?! Do you not know how to knock?!” Jungkook exclaims.

You feel yourself rub your thighs together, creating friction that doesn’t relieve the tension in your belly, and you see Jungkook’s eyes follow the line of your legs, watching you do it. You are still frozen in place, speechless. 

You can’t deny that you had pictured this before. Jungkook was undeniably hot. He is fit and good looking and sexy and cool and every other positive adjective. You told yourself you couldn’t go there because he’s your roommate and, when you moved in, you had just gotten out of a bad relationship. But you were still a hot blooded woman with eyes. Sometimes at night, lying in bed with your fingers in your panties, you’d picture what JK might look like on the other side of the wall, cock in hand. You’d used that mental imagine to cum more times than you care to admit.

And now, here it was, in front of you. And you couldn’t say anything. You couldn’t move. Jungkook is standing now, a deep flush on his cheeks and ears.

“Can you please leave or say something or do anything? This is maybe the worst moment of my life,” Jungkook says, panic and shame in his expression.

“I…” why won’t your words come out? How hard is oops, sorry, let’s pretend this never happened. See you later, buddy? Except you don’t want to pretend it never happened.

When your feet finally decide to move, they take several steps toward the flustered man in front of you. Your chest is flush with his now, and you’re staring up into his eyes. You can feel his heart pounding in his chest, and his breath is short and rapid.

You really don’t know what possesses you to do it; you feel like you’ve completely lost control. You stand up on your tiptoes and brush your lips over his. A whisper of a kiss. 

“Y-y/n?” he asks with wide eyes.

Your hand finds its way from your side up his solid bicep and across his collar bone. You look at it, surprised. Your whole body seems to be moving without consulting your brain first. 

“What happened just now?” you finally managed to ask. “The last time you looked at me like that and came in your room, we didn’t talk for weeks after.”

Even though you’re controlling your words, your hand is causing your nails to dance circles on Jungkook’s chest, just below the collar of his shirt without any forethought.

“Are you seriously asking me that right now? As if you don’t know? As if you aren’t torturing me on purpose?”

You pout a little bit, looking up at him. You honestly don’t know what he means, but he clearly thinks you're doing something on purpose.

At the puzzled look on your face, he continues, “with the moaning? And the licking your fingers? Not to mention it’s a white creamy substance you’re licking off of them? Seriously? Are you trying to kill me?”

“Oh...no…JK, you have to believe me I didn’t do any of that on purpose to tease you. I was just eating really good, melty ice cream…”

“And I’m just supposed to believe that? Like when you just happened to be wearing my shirt with those sexy little lace panties. I guess that wasn’t to tease me either, right?”

“Yeah. You are right. I was doing my laundry. JK, I’m never actively trying to tease you...” you say.

You can’t believe that he thought that you were teasing him, and you try to think back to every interaction you’ve had. You are always just friendly and maybe a little too comfortable with him. He makes it easy to just be yourself. If you were telling the truth to yourself, which you rarely did, Jungkook was the kind of boyfriend material you wish you had.

“Right. Sure. So right now, your hand is in my shirt because you just need to check my heart rate?”

You look down, and, once again, that unruly hand astounds you. You’ve dipped your hand into the collar of Jungkook’s shirt, ghosting your hand over his collarbones and his sternum.

“See, now...I know it doesn’t help my argument, but I also didn’t do this on purpose,” you explain as you pull your hand back to your side. “It seems like both of our hands are doing a little exploring today.”

You give him a smirk and a wink, and his cheeks flush again.

“Well, if you’d like to continue your exploring, I’m always down for an adventure,” he responds, bringing his hand to your waist.

“Woooow. Jeon Jungkook, that was cheesy,” you giggle out as you slide your fingers across his scalp and tangle them in his hair.

“And yet, here you are. Falling for my irresistible charm. No woman can resist it.” He runs one hand up and down your arm, from your fingertips to your shoulder.

“Oh? Is that why you were in here alone with your hand just a minute ago?” you ask as you continue to giggle, bringing one hand out of his hair to rest on the back of his neck.

“As much as I would love to continue this banter, I’m so hard. Can we take care of it, and then you can go back to making fun of me for how lonely I am and how often I think about you when I jerk off?”

“I guess,” you whisper as you lean in to finally kiss him how you want. It’s hard and sloppy and filled with lust and frustration. You still have the slight taste of peanut butter and chocolate on your lips, but it mixes with the taste of Jungkook’s mouth. You melt into him, like the ice cream down your hand.

He picks you up and carries you over the bed. He sits on the edge and places you in his lap, straddling him. He grabs the hem of your shirt and slowly slides it and his fingers up the skin covering your ribs.

When he pulls the shirt over your head, he says, “do you never wear a bra or what?”

He takes one of your nipples into his mouth, gently sucking and rolling his tongue around it. He has your other breast in his hand, lightly massaging it and flicking the nipple softly as he passes over it.

“When I’m at home? No. I’m not trying to impress anyone,” you say just as a whimper escapes your mouth. You grind down on JK, and you can feel his hard cock under you. 

He smirks, “well, I prefer this way.” He puts his mouth on your neck and collar bone, kissing and sucking gently enough not to leave any marks.

He slips his hand into the waistband of your sweatpants and panties and runs his fingers across your folds. He whines a little at the back of his throat, and you pull away to look at him.

“You’re so wet. I want to make you cum before I fuck you, but I just...I’ve been hard so long…” he breathes out.

“It’s okay. You’ll just eat me out later, yeah?”

He coughs a little bit, taken aback, but then he looks at you with his dark, lust-filled eyes. “I’ll lick your pussy until you beg me to stop because it’s so good.”

You both pause for a second, and then you burst out laughing. He looks a little hurt.

“Oh my god, Jeon, stop being so cheesy,” you say through giggles. He pushes your shoulder gently. “Hey, I’m clean, and I’m on birth control. Do you want to use a condom still?” you say as you climb out of his lap. He looks at you with the same wide eyed expression he’s been giving you all afternoon and shakes his head vigorously. You pull down your pants and underwear, and he pulls his sweatpants down his thighs.

You wrap your fingers around his cock and pump it a few times while you stand over him, then you straddle him again. You take him and line him up with your entrance. Your eyes meet his before you sink down onto him. A sharp intake of air and a soft mewl spill over your lips.

You slowly start to grind up and down on Jungkook’s length, sucking on his neck and collarbone while you do. You run your hands through his hair again and yank it a little as you feel yourself clench around him.

“Oh shit y/n,” Jungkook growls into your skin. His hips start to buck up underneath you, and he’s fucking you harder and faster now. He wraps his hands around your shoulders, holding you into place while he fucks up into you.

“Where should I cum?” he asks through ragged breaths.

“Inside,” you manage to breathe out.

“Shit,” he whispers as his thrusts lose the same rhythm they had, becoming desperate.

He exhales the breath he’s been holding and spills inside of you. He thrusts through his orgasm, painting your walls. He rests his head on your shoulder, panting.

You’re the one to break the silence. “So exactly how often do you jerk off to me?” you ask as you slide off his lap and into his en suite bathroom. When you walk back into the room after cleaning yourself, he’s looking at you in amused disbelief.

“I mean, a lot. But certainly a lot more often now.” He flops back on to his bed and beckons you over with his hand. “We should probably talk about this.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you say, “but, first, I believe you promised to ‘lick my pussy until I begged you to stop because it’s too good,’ and I really can’t reschedule that.”

He yanks you done on top of him, both of you laughing.

“If you keep making fun of me, I won’t do it,” he says. When you pout in response, he grabs your face and says, “fine. Give me 10 minutes to recharge.”

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[ve1vetyoongi]

Operation: Love Letters | 06

💌 CHAPTER INDEX 💌

♡ ⇢ pairing: ot7 x reader.

♡ ⇢ chapter word count: 4k

♡ ⇢ genre: mystery, college!au, romance, fluff, eventual smut.

♡ ⇢ warnings/rating: none, PG.

♡ ⇢ summary: When every student on campus is going crazy about a survey that claims to make true love bloom, your best friend manages to convince you to join in on the fun — except you’re disappointed to find out that your results just seem to be lost causes. That is until a love letter from a mysterious secret admirer turns up and you find yourself on a mission to find the person behind the pen — but you quickly realise it’s going to be a lot harder than you initially thought when you have 7 possible bachelors to investigate, right? Operation: Love Letters a-go!

♡ ⇢ schedule: updated every day at 5pm GMT in the run up to Valentine’s Day 2020!

💌 A/N: so here it is! the finale of OLL :,( i’m immensely sad to see it come to an end but also so so proud of it! just wanna say a huge thank you to everyone who screamed with me in my inbox/replies over the mystery and everyone who theorized and discussed the clues, it made me SO FREAKING HAPPY you’ll never understand <3 i love you and i hope you guys have an amazing valentines day!! let this be my gift to you! p.s i hope the reveal is satisfying...lemme know! 

"Yoongi?" You splutter, mouth dry when you turn and find him leaning against the door frame with a confused expression. "What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you guys the same thing." He gestures between yourself and Jimin. "I saw you guys come in here earlier and wanted to see what was up. Now answer my question." He points to the laptop. "What is my name doing on the screen?"

"Is it true?"

"What? That my name is Min Yoongi, yeah—"

"Don't be an asshole right now, Yoongi." He jolts when you slam a hand down against the desk, swallowing hard to force the sour words to leave your lips. "Is it true that you knew we got matched in the Love Calculator?"

He sucks in a sharp breath and it's like the whole room has been drained of oxygen. "How did you find out?"

His admission makes your stomach drop and you're suddenly overcome with a sorrowful concoction of humiliation and heartbreak. "Because it was you who sent me all those letters, right? It was you all along."

"Y/N let me explain—"

"How could you?" Your voice wavers and you have to bite back the tears welling in your eyes. "Was it just some big joke to you? A prank?"

"That's not how it is." Yoongi rushes forward to reach for you, but his hands fall to his side helplessly when you step back. "It was never like that."

"What? So I'm supposed to believe that you meant what you said in these stupid letters? You're always so cold around me Yoongi, you treat me like shit at the best of times. Why should I believe you?"

"I'm sorry." Yoongi's own lip trembles now, and his eyes are wide. "I...I don't know what else to say."

"Sorry because I'm so undateable you had to lead me on so you could laugh at me while I searched for my fucking non-existent secret admirer this whole time?" He looks pained when you stare at him with cold eyes. "Not cool, Yoongi."

"Y/N wait! Let's talk about this at least—"

"Don't bother." Hot tears spill down your cheeks but you're already rushing out into the hall before anyone can see them. "We're never talking ever again."

"Tell me why I should listen to what you have to say?" Jimin says as he slides into a seat opposite Yoongi at the local coffee shop, turning his nose up at the matcha-soy-latte-no-ice he had already ordered for him. "My best friend is locked in my apartment eating ice cream and crying to re-runs of Friends after you just dropped the bomb of the century on her and you've dragged me out here to get coffee why?"

"Please." Yoongi sighs, jerking forward in his seat and spilling coffee on the table in his attempt to stop Jimin from getting up and leaving as quick as he arrived. "Just hear me out!"

"Fine." Jimin leans back into his seat with narrowed eyes, crossing his legs and gesturing for Yoongi to talk as he eyes up the latte after all. "I'm listening."

"The letters weren't a joke." Yoongi says simply. "I meant what I said."

Jimin chokes mid sip. "Come again?"

"I said, the love letters were real. I really have feelings for Y/N." He rakes a hand through his hair, cheeks burning when he sees Jimin's disbelieving eyes.

"Well damn," Jimin shakes his head woefully, finally understanding Yoongi's true predicament. "You royally fucked up, huh?"

"I know." Yoongi's shoulders drop and his head falls into his hands pitifully. "I didn't mean for things to turn out like this, Jimin. She was never meant to find out this way. Or at all, actually."

Jimin let's out a sigh, protective best friend guard softening as he leans in closer. "Why didn't you just tell her they were from you in the first place?"

Yoongi shakes his head, bottom lip tugged between his teeth, self loathing evident in his voice. "I don't know. It was dumb and I see that now and she'll probably never want to speak to me again so that's it I guess."

"Hey." Jimin extends a hand to pat Yoongi's arm reassuringly. "There's still time to make things right. You both did things you didn't mean. You just have to clear up the misunderstanding."

Yoongi looks up hopefully. "You really think she'll hear me out?"

"Absolutely." Jimin smiles. "Besides, I've always thought you two would be a good match. A girl needs a man who can tolerate her best friend, too."

"Who says I tolerate you?" Yoongi grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest and averting his eyes.

"Me, because I'm about to save your ass." He grabs his phone from his back pocket and dials up your number, lifting the device to his ear as he points to the exit. "Now go! You have a relationship to save!"

"Yoongi?"

There's no answer from your roommate when you throw off your shoes and rush up the stairs of your apartment without even bothering to shut the door behind you, out of breath and desperate to confront him before you go crazy with the concoction of shock and realisation buzzing through your veins, as the puzzle pieces of Operation Love Letters finally fit together and you let the truth sink in.

Min Yoongi is your secret admirer. And deep down, you think a part of you knew it all along.

Jimin had called you from the car after his talk with Yoongi to fill you in, practically yelling at you to go make things right immediately, so that's how you find yourself searching your apartment high and low for Min Yoongi.

You've lived together for so long that you're used to hearing the sound of him throwing beats around on his computer in the lounge or cooking up a storm in the kitchen when you get home, but the couch is absent of his usual pyjama clad presence and the abnormal silence that shrouds your shared apartment makes your chest tighten with nerves.

Maybe he was just asleep? Nothing would surprise you. The guy needed at least 13 hours to function, so you check his room first.

"Are you in here?" You knock his door three times, but end up barging inside of your own accord when you hear no groan of protest from the other side. Much to your disappointment, Yoongi's bedspread is neatly made, with no human-shaped lump starfished in the centre like usual. His laptop is switched off on his desk, music equipment abandoned beside it and defeat feels like a blow to the stomach when you finally accept that Yoongi is no where to be found.

You perch on the end of his bed and let your eyes drift around the room, from the pile of laundry in the corner to the Polaroid pictures of the two of you pinned to his wall. Could Yoongi really have been your secret admirer this whole time?

Now that you think about it, Yoongi has always been there. Whether it was comforting you after Hoseok blew you off, taking care of you at Seokjin's party or saving you from Taehyung's clumsy ass at the kissing booth, Yoongi was always the one person who stuck by your side no matter what.

You think of all the times Yoongi was there to hold your hair back when you drank yourself sick or how he picked up Chinese food on his way home when he heard you had a bad day or how he never complained when he had to take cold showers because you used up all the hot water.

Yoongi always loved you, in his own way; through quiet late night words of reassurance and small actions of kindness that you ignorantly put down to obligation, rather than a spark that ran deeper for Yoongi than you ever realised before. Whenever you needed him he was there, despite the half assed protests and the grumpy facade he pretends to uphold.

Even while you were too busy pursuing a stupid fairytale to see that the person who cared for you most was right in front of you, Yoongi loved you. And It didn't matter how many clues you followed. You were just too blind to see the truth all along.

Guilt suddenly wracks your conscience. The Yoongi who wrote those letters was so gentle, so sincere in his confession. You can't imagine how much it must have hurt him to watch you write him off so easily, see you run around searching for the author when he was in plain sight the whole time.

God, how could you have been so dumb?

You get up from the bed, ready to head out, but something catches your eye on his nightstand. It's another enveloped letter and you're unsurprised to see your name on the front in Yoongi's stupid pink pen when you take a deep breath and break the seal with your thumb.

A tear slides down your cheek as you re-read the same three words Yoongi wrote in his messy scrawl over and over again. I love you.

Could it be true? That all this time you've been blind to what was right in front of you?

You know where to find me...

You wipe your cheeks with the back of your hand and wrack your brains for an answer. What could he mean by that? Where was he waiting for you?

Squeezing your eyes shut in thought, you flop onto the bed, only to hear a quiet crunch where your butt collides with the mattress. A memory flashes across your mind and with shaky hands you retrieve the screwed up sticky note from your back pocket that your secret admirer — Yoongi — pressed into your hand at the kissing booth.

You check your watch. 11:55. If you left now, you could just make it in time to stop Yoongi from giving up on you. To open your eyes and see the real him for the first time.

But not before you flip the page and rip the cap off a pen with your teeth, letting your heart pour out through your fingertips in a string of words that were ready to be written now you finally knew who your heart had been addressed to all along.

Without a second thought, you grab your keys and head towards the roof with a belly full of butterflies to see the one person you should have suspected all along.

Min Yoongi.

12:17

"Shit, shit, shit!" You breathe as you grip the stitch in your side and bound up another flight of stairs towards the rooftop garden.

As if in slow motion, you crash through the door and squint through the orange glow of the setting sun for the familiar face you hadn't realised just how much you cherished until you were faced with losing it forever.

Your hands grip the metal balcony rail, glancing around at the hanging baskets of fragrant wild flowers that sway in the afternoon breeze and the sun's golden reflection in the water fountains where tiny birds splash their wings. The garden is like a fairytale, an almost enchanted escape from the bustling city below.

But there's no sign of your prince. No sign of Yoongi to be found. Are you too late?

You're about to give up when a wind chime rings out nearby, and you follow its song beneath an arch obscured by leafy rose plants and sweet smelling jasmine to a hidden wooden swing that rocks gently back and forth to a stand still, occupied only moments ago by the boy who rakes a hand through his blonde hair with a sigh and heads towards the steps with a pained expression of defeat.

Yoongi. Your Yoongi.

"I came!" You call out breathlessly, hair whipping around your face in the wind. "Please don't go. I'm here."

Yoongi freezes when he hears your voice, head slowly turning until his eyes land on where you stand watching him. There's a bouquet of vibrant sunflowers in his hands, his knuckles white he clutches them so hard, a sigh of simultaneous relief and elation leaving him when he realises he isn't seeing things. You're really here. All for him this time.

"I waited for ages." He swallows hard, voice a tender whisper. "I thought you weren't coming."

Hesitantly, you take a few steps towards him. He seems so fragile now as he looks at you with wide eyes, no trace of the tough guy you were used in their stare. "I'm late because I'm an asshole. And I don't just mean late to meet you here, I mean late to seeing that...it was you all along. You were my secret admirer."

"Don't be an idiot." Yoongi laughs pitifully and shakes his head, scuffing his shoe against the tarmac. "I'm the asshole. It's just like you said. I couldn't confess to you in person so I hid behind letters like a coward."

You reach out to gently take his face in your hands, a small smile tugging at your lips. "It's okay, Yoongi. We both messed up, but we're here now. We're both here. And that's all that matters."

Yoongi's eyes light up with a mixture of relief and elation, glinting in the soft amber light. "Really?"

"Really." You nod, and Yoongi pulls you tight to his chest, your cheek right above where his heart beats uncontrollably just like yours, chin pressed to the top of your head like he never wants to let you go. His embrace feels comforting, like home, and in that moment you realise just how right it feels.

"There were just all these things I wanted to say and I...I couldn't." He whispers into your hair. "I'm so sorry I couldn't."

"Like what?" Your arms curl around his waist and you feel him smile. "Tell me now."

Yoongi pulls back to search your eyes for any sign of hesitation, then wets his lips before words spill out of him on the wave of a harmonious laugh of relief, like he can't hold them inside any longer.

"I wanted to tell you how much I love it when you steal my hoodies from the laundry basket. And when I come downstairs to find you dancing around the kitchen and microwaving spaghetti at 3am. Or when you make me soup when I'm sick or how you drag me along to all your dumb operation thingy-ma-bobby missions — what was it, again?"

"Love letters," You giggle, dizzy on the emotion swelling in your chest at his sincerity. "Operation love letters."

"Know what? It doesn't matter because I even love when you correct me about every damn thing." He rolls his eyes but you can tell there's no malice behind it as he shares your elated laughter now, smile growing bigger and bigger as he finally releases the feelings he's been bottling up for so long. "I love how you cry when you laugh and how you always forget to water the house plants and how your hair sticks up in the morning and how you never ever give up on anything. How you never gave up on me." Yoongi pauses, reaches for your hand and links your fingers together. He uses his knuckle to wipe away the stray tear that has slid down your cheek. "But most of all? I love you, Y/N. And I know it's taken me a long time to say it but...I mean it. I love you."

There's a moment of brief silence, just Yoongi taking heaving breaths and your heart thumping in your ears as you let his words sink in.

Yoongi is your secret admirer. Yoongi your annoyingly-smart-effortlessly-handsome-grumpy-but-thoughtful roommate. Yoongi loves you.

"I...I don't know what to say." You manage to stammer. "I had no idea. This whole time it was really you?"

The hopeful look on Yoongi's face disappears in a flash, his posture wilting. He takes a step back, head bowed, cheeks burning even as he tries to keep his cool. "Are you disappointed?"

"What? No—"

"You don't have to say anything I...I don't expect you to feel the same way, I know I'm not like those other guys it's just — God," Yoongi's voice cracks and he looks down, hands wringing around the bouquet. "I know you'll never love me back but...if you knew how hard it's been not being able to say I love you out loud like that until now..."

He staggers back, flustered and nervous. You take a step forward and grab his hand before he can get away. You feel how the callouses on his hand fit perfectly with your own when you squeeze it lightly, reaching up to brush the hair out of his eyes with a smile. "Then tell me. I want to hear about it all."

"Really?" His own eyes get glassy when you nod harder than you ever have in your life and although he tugs his bottom lip between his teeth to stop the tears spilling over, you can still see the traces of a smile in his eyes. "Where do you want me to start?"

You throw your arms around his neck, smushing your chin into the place between his shoulder with a contented sigh. You can't help it. You're overwhelmed with a funny fuzzy feeling and all you want to do is hold him close. It just feels right.

Yoongi must feel the same because his arms curl around your waist like they've done it a hundred times before, lifting your feet off the ground to spin you around elatedly.

"From the beginning," You whisper, dizzy with a promising bliss. "Tell me everything."

"So," Yoongi starts. You're both curled up on the swing beneath his jacket, him at one end and you at the other, alternating between gazing out over the view of the city which is bathed in the rose tinted glow of sunset and the permanent flush atop of Yoongi's cheeks that burns just as bright. "You're not mad at me any more for not telling you?"

You avert your gaze, embarrassed at your earlier leap to conclusions. "No. And I never should have doubted you, when you said that you meant what you said in the letters. I see that now." Yoongi's hand is still tenderly linked with yours and he runs his thumb over your knuckles reassuringly, telling you to go on. "I just couldn't understand why me. I still don't. You usually act so grouchy around me that I thought the letters were too good to be true."

Yoongi looks away wistfully before he sits up seriously, tugging your hands into his lap. He swallows hard, like he's had this speech prepared for a long time. "Listen, I know that I've been kind of weird around you in the past. But the truth is, I've liked you ever since I found out we were going to be roommates." There's a sincerity in his eyes that makes your heart skip a beat, and you nod breathlessly at his confession, filled with emotion all over again at hearing the words leave his lips instead of reading them on paper. "But the feelings were so strong — stronger than I've ever felt for anyone — and I guess I just got...scared. So I thought it would be easier if I acted cold around you so you'd leave like everyone else, but you never did. And I couldn't make myself ask you to go, so I just bottled up my feelings instead."

You tilt your head, gently nudging him. "Until?"

"Until I did that stupid Love Calculator thing. Honestly I only filled out the survey because I thought it might help me get over you." He shrugs. "But then I got your name. 100% compatible. And it just felt like some big joke from the universe telling me that no matter how hard I tried, I'd never have a chance with you and all the feelings I repressed came rushing back and I kinda spiraled I guess."

"So why didn't you just tell me?"

"Taehyung convinced me it was better to write you a letter. Ya know, to get out all my feelings so I could let them go for good. I was never going to send it to you." He suddenly exclaims. "But Taehyung must have found it in one of his notebooks and I guess he thought he was being a good friend by sending it to you...but then you started looking for the secret admirer behind it and I just panicked! I didn't know how to tell you it was from me, or how you'd react, so it was easier to just go along with your plan."

You run your fingers over a flower petal from the pretty bouquet that sits in your lap. "What made you change your mind?" You ask. "You could have gotten away with it. I never would have suspected it was from you."

Yoongi sucks in a deep breath. "That day at the kissing booth. I guess someone told Seokjin the truth and he rigged the raffle so I would win the grand prize and...I couldn't resist. I kissed you. And kissing someone has never felt like that before. Not like you. And I just knew...I knew I wasn't over you. And I owed it to myself to tell you. So that's why I slipped you the note to meet me here. That's why I decided to reveal my identity."

"Speaking of secret admirers," You fumble around in your jacket pocket, pulling out a crumpled piece of paper that you jerk towards him. "There's one thing I need to ask you, actually."

"What is it?" There's a curious glint in his eyes as he unfolds the note and reads the message inside while you hug your torso and anxiously swing your feet back and forth.

You feel his eyes on you again before he says anything else. There's a small smile on his face when he finishes reading and you can't help the way your own lips curve upwards. "I know it's a few years late, but better late than never right?"

Yoongi lets out a deep chuckle, eyes soft and crinkled at the edges like he's looking at the whole world when they take in the light blush caressing your cheeks. "I think you know what my answer is."

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in cheekily so that the tips of your noses brush lightly. "I want to hear you say it anyway."

"Of course I'll be your Valentine Y/N." The brightest smile you've ever seen appears on his face and he links your fingers together before connecting your lips in a tender kiss that makes your heart soar. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

[nobodyfamousposts]

Mi-Crack-ulous Crackdown: Robodrien

Possible trigger warning. No one actually gets hurt (technically), but implications are still made.

Adrien’s mistake was that he had listened to Plagg. But Plagg insisted he had an “amazing idea” that would totally be worth the hassle. Which right away should have been his first indicator that things were going to go horribly wrong.

Well, that’s not quite true. The real first indicator was when his father informed him that he would be dating Lila to help promote the company brand. And that was indicator enough that things were already going horribly wrong.

At that point, Adrien reasoned that there was really nothing Plagg could suggest that could possibly make things worse.

“You just have to fake your death.“

“Sounds perfectly reasonable.“

In Adrien’s defense, he was a teenage boy. And teenage boys were prone to doing stupid and overly dramatic things.

Given his status as a model and “perfect”, as well as his overwhelming need to please, Adrien had been foregoing this rite of teendom. So really, it was a long time coming.

The plan was simple. They would arrange a “prank“ where Adrien would appear to become deceased through some over the top fashion. His overly dramatic death would be attributed to the multitude of reasons outlined in the 14 page long note that Adrien left behind. Not that it NEEDED to be 14 pages but Adrien apparently had more grievances than expected.

With the note set on his bed where it would surely be found soon enough, Adrien and Plagg headed off to the school with the necessary equipment to give the illusion of his false demise. Rope. Some electronic equipment with a pulley and remote. And of course, the wax statue of Adrien to serve as his body double.

How they managed to actually get to the school with his wax statue without anyone stopping him or even noticing him remains open for debate. But it could, perhaps, be attributed to Adrien’s good luck. Mostly because that’s the point that said luck ran out and everything started to go horribly wrong.

Or right, if you’re Plagg.

In short order, the rope wasn’t fully tied and pulley wasn’t fully in place when Adrien tripped and knocked into everything, causing his carefully collected tools to fall off the edge of the school roof. The remote, the equipment, the wax statue, everything went falling over the ledge and landing in a clatter, utterly breaking apart. Pieces of metal and wax body parts scattered across the ground.

Right in front of a crowd of shocked (and possibly soon to be traumatized) onlookers.

“Well, that’s unfortunate.” Plagg mused.

“Plagg!” Adrien hissed. “Now everyone’s going to know something’s up and I’m not going to get another chance! Then I’ll have to date Lila and Ladybug won’t want to date me and we’ll never get married or run away to our own island and have a hamster named—”

“Come on, it’s a mess of parts and pieces. It’s not like they’d figure out what happened or that you were involved.”

“OH MY GOD, IT’S ADRIEN AGRESTE!”

Adrien sent Plagg a withering look.

The kwami just shrugged.

It was over. It was over before it’d even gotten a chance to begin. Everyone would know how Adrien stupidly tried to fake his death with a wax mannequin of himself. Then it would get back to his father who would be annoyed but otherwise unconcerned and he would be confined to his room unless he was on a “date” with Lila and honestly, he wasn’t sure which was worse at this point.

“Wait...what’s with all the sparking bits?”

“And why did Adrien fall apart when he hit the ground?”

There was nothing left to do but face the music and admit to what he had done. He could only hope they would be lenient. After all, with all the proof right in front of them, the conclusion everyone would come to was obvious.

“OH MY GOD, ADRIEN AGRESTE WAS A ROBOT!”

Of course, “obvious” doesn’t amount to much in Paris, where limited braincells had to be spread out between a populous that includes but is in no way limited to a man akumatized 24 times because of his pigeon obsession, a principal who moonlights as a furry, a guy who believed ice cream was actual magic, a wannabe supervillain who less than cleverly stole his evil plans from old comic books and designed his monsters after off brand 90′s reject toys, and an old man whose bright idea of dealing with said supervillain was to pick out two random teenagers to hand off the exact magical items the supervillain was after.

Really, it was no wonder everyone kept falling for Lila Rossi’s lies without even thinking to check. Clearly there was something in the water.

Adrien and Plagg merely decided to take advantage of the confusion of the growing conspiracy theory to vacate the premises and hope that by tomorrow, the whole thing blows over.

...Naturally, by the next day, the whole thing had not blown over. In fact, not only had it NOT blown over, but if anything, this crazy claim had somehow only grown in the meantime and soon become rooted as fact.

As was clear when Adrien entered the classroom.

“Wow, they got a backup Robot Adrien already?” Rose asked in surprise.

“What?”

Which seemed to be the catalyst that set off everyone else.

“Robro! Welcome back!” Kim exclaimed, cheerfully.

“Thank you?”

“We were worried yesterday, Adrien. We didn’t know you had replacement bodies.”

“Replacement...?”

“How many of those things do  you have, anyway?” Alix asked, curious.

“How many of what?”

“I should have seen it!” Max insisted, looking over his phone with an almost crazy light in his eyes. “Clearly Agreste Industries was a front for a high tech robotics factory in the guise of a fashion company! How could I have been so blind?”

“Wait—no. That’s not—”

“Hey Adrien.” Nino said, placing his hand on Adrien’s shoulder consolingly. “I just want you to know that I don’t think anything different about you. No matter what, you’re still real to me.”

“But I am real?”

“Yeah! You didn’t have to hide that you were a robot.” Mylene reassured him.

“Because I’m not?”

“Yeah, you have heart. That makes you real enough.” Ivan said with a resolute nod.

“But...I really...”

Markov of all people flew up to Adrien. “I’m so glad to know I’m not the only non-human in class anymore.”

No. Markov, no. You’re gonna break his heart...

“Ridiculous! Utterly RIDICULOUS!” Came the shout as Chloe stormed into the room, a harried-looking Sabrina following after.

Adrien blinked. “Chloe?”

His childhood friend gave him a speculative look. “I was sure you were real. But if you are a robot, there’s got to be a whole line, right?”

“Um...”

She flipped her hair. “You peasants can keep the used ‘public’ version. I am going to order a NEW Adrien Robot. No—a dozen!”

He balked. “Chloe?”

Wow. He’d known she could be mean sometimes, but...wow. Wow.

He wasn’t sure he even wanted to know how Lila was going to react if this was any indication...

Or Kagami.

Or—

“I’m sorry! I didn’t know what to bring so I just brought one of everything and I hope it’s okay!”

Adrien blinked at the sudden appearance of a box.

A familiar box with the logo of the Dupain-Cheng Bakery.

A box that seemed to be overflowing to the point where the lid was nearly coming off due to the bulk of what was inside.

From behind the box of delightfulness, Marinette looked up at Adrien in worry and he felt something in him clench.

“I just...I heard what happened and I felt so bad so I thought I would bring something to help and...” She wilted.

Okay.

Okay, that was IT.

His little “prank” made his friends think he was a robot! They were cool with it, which was great and all, but it wasn’t true! He was human and they needed to know that!

There was no way he could let this continue!

“Wait...do robot boys eat sweets?” Marinette asked, surprised.

...

...

...

Screw it.

“Yes.” Adrien said, brightly. “Yes, we do. We have internalized distributors that break it down and convert it to fuel. It keeps up my energy levels, so the more the better.���

The brightness of Marinette’s smile was only outshone by the delightful smell of the rich buttery pastries she put in his hands.

[mrs-hatake]

hey cutie😊 congrats on your 600 followers, I'm really happy for you! Since haikyuu seems to be the most needing fandom at the moment, may I ask for either Iwaizumi's or Akaashi's (whichever you feel more inspired/comfortable to write!) fluff alphabet? post time skip of course! it would be the best birthday present 💕

happy birthday angel 😍❤️

Fluff Alphabet ft Akaashi 

A - ATTRACTIVE (WHAT THEY FIND ATTRACTIVE)

Keiji is attracted to beautiful eyes. Sometimes, when he sees someone with a nice pair or eyes, he would secretly wish that he knew how to draw just to have that image of those eyes with him forever. of course, that’s not to say that Keiji didn’t try to draw them. He did....but he failed epically.

B - BABY (DO THEY WANT A FAMILY?)

Yes. It may not seem like it but Keiji is a family man and he would love to have a big family. Just...not right now. He’s focusing in school and he wants a good job to be financially stable. Maybe when he achieves both of those things, he will consider starting a family. But for now, it’s just a dream.

C - CUDDLE (HOW THEY CUDDLE)

Keiji isn’t into cuddles really. But, when he had a long day of practice and having to deal with Bokuto’s antics, he seeks out your embrace with eager arms. It’s nothing too intimate; just his head on your lap while you’re lying on your back, gliding your fingers soothingly down his lap. He has his best naps when he’s in that position, lying down and mind free from future games.

D - DATES (WHAT DATES WITH THEM ARE LIKE)

Dates with Keiji are simple yet memorable. Every Saturday is your ice cream parlor date. Hours would go by without either of you noticing and when the sun sets and the moon shyly peeks its way through, Keiji would continue your date by taking you out to dinner. Nothing too fancy. Just a place where you can eat good food and enjoy your time for as long as you can.

E - EVERYTHING (YOU ARE MY…)

“You are my motivation in life.”

F - FEELINGS (WHEN THEY REALIZE THAT THEY LOVE YOU)

It happened during your senior year of high school when you’ve been absent from school due to a strong case of the flu. No one was allowed to visit you and Keiji didn’t notice his frustrations of not being able to see you until halfway through the week when nearly ripped his hair out at how chaotic his team was being without you, their manager, to put them in place. He was annoyed and easily irritated and when Tatsuki pointed out that he was only feeling that way because you weren’t in school with them after Bokuto complained about Keiji’s attitude, did he realize that he missed you and wished that you were there to help out. Keiji would deny this but Tatsuki and Bokuto would both confirm to you that he was blushing as red as a tomato when Tatsuki brought up your absence and Keiji’s frustrations.

G - GENTLE (ARE THEY GENTLE?)

Keiji is rough on the court but he can be so so gentle when he’s with you. 

H - HAND/HOLD (HOW DO THEY HOLD YOU? DO THEY HOLD HANDS?)

He isn’t into pda much but he doesn’t mind holding hands. Actually, he’s the one who is constantly seeking for your hand to hold; interlocking his fingers with yours and giving it a quick squeeze of gratitude. 

I - IMPRESSION (FIRST IMPRESSION)

Keiji didn’t think much of you when he first met you during his third year of high school. He only registered you as their new manager. But, when he noticed your quick wit and how smoothly handled Bokuto’s many depressive episodes, he began to take notice of you. He knew his team tried to help him as much as they could but you were the only one who actually managed to get through Bokuto.

Honestly, like many, you instantly found Keiji as hot. His mysterious aura was attractive too, making you want to get closer to him. It wasn’t until Fukurōdani had won against Shinzen and seeing the boys running towards Keiji, who was smiling so bright that it nearly blinded you, did you start developing romantic attractions towards him.

J - JOKER (DO THEY PULL PRANKS?)

Nope. He’s too mature for that. Though, he’ll throw in a quick pun that really isn’t that funny but you laugh anyways cause you love him.

K - KISSES (HOW THEY KISS)

Long, soft, slow and passionate kisses. The one that makes you drunk from the taste of his lips, addicted to his soft grunts and craving his hands to touch you all over.

L - LITTLE THINGS (WHAT LITTLE THINGS THEY LOVE)

Keiji loves it when you listen to him. Could be about his rants about practice, his frustrations losing a game, his professors being annoying, anything. Just you sitting there and helping him as much as you can brings a great deal of comfort to Keiji.

You love that Keiji initiates things; hugs, kisses, etc. It always surprises you because he just isn’t into pda but when the two of you are alone, Keiji is just so touchy and you can’t help but think of how damn cute he is.

M - MEMORY (FAVOURITE MEMORY TOGETHER)

His favorite memory was in high school senior year when you gathered up all of the members of the team and surprised him with a birthday party. He just felt so emotional seeing all of his friends and his girlfriend enjoying a good day right before graduation and everyone else is off to different universities. His lock screen is a picture of him with his face covered in whip cream while everyone was laughing in background, discolored happy birthday banner hung on the wall.

N - NICKEL (DO THEY SPOIL?)

Only on occasions like birthdays, anniversaries, etc.

O - ORANGE (WHAT COLOR REMINDS THEM OF YOU)

Keiji reminds you of ocean blue.

You remind Keiji of bright yellow, as bright as the sun.

P - PETNAMES (WHAT PETNAMES THEY USE)

Keiji doesn’t use petnames but he loves it when you call him baby, angel, cutie pie and honey.

Q - QUESTIONS ( WHAT ARE THE QUESTIONS THEY’RE ALWAYS ASKING?)

Keiji always asks himself “Does she know how much I love her?”

R - REMEMBER (THEIR FAVOURITE MEMORY OF EACH OTHER)

Keiji’s favorite memory was your first date. The both of you were just so shy and nervous that Keiji had accidentally spilled the drink he ordered all over your new dress and when he tried to help you dry off, you painfully bumped into each other’s heads. The date ended with laughs and giggles and you’re still dating in college so all’s good.

Your favorite memory was when 3rd year Fukurōdani students had won their last match before graduating from high school. Seeing Keiji with unshed tears and a look of disbelief on his face was something you were sure you won’t ever forget.

S - SAD ( HOW THEY CHEER THEMSELVES/OTHERS UP)

Keiji takes you to cat cafes when he notices that you’re sad.

Harry Potter movie marathon is always the best way to cheer Keiji up and that’s why he loves you. Well, one of the many reasons.

T - TALKING ( WHAT THEY LOVE TO TALK ABOUT)

College Keiji and high school Keiji are two completely different people. The latter being quiet and only speaking when deemed appropriate while the former talks for hours about the things he’s most passionate about. It’s a new side of Keiji and you love it as much as silent Keiji.

U - UNIVERSE ( A METAPHOR)

“Everything amazing about the universe is inside of you, and the two are inseparable.” — Carl Sagan

V - VERY ( THOUGHTS ABOUT EACH OTHER)

“Thank you for being with me.”

W - WHY ( REASONS WHY THEY LOVE YOU)

Keiji loves you because you love him. Plain and simple. 

X - XYLOPHONE (WHAT’S THEIR SONG?)

Say So - Doja Cat

Y - YOU (WHAT YOU ARE TO THEM)

You’re his partner and best friend.

Z - ZEBRA ( WHAT PET THEY WANT TO HAVE)

three cats and a dog. 

[criminalhotch]

The Story of Us~Grayson Dolan Imagine

Could you do something about Gray dating a thick girl? As a thick girl and a Gray girl, I find it harder to imagine gray with a thick girl that I do E. ❤️

A/N: This is supposed to be Gray with a thick girl but I feel like everyone is so picky and toxic with that concept so I made it a detail but it isn’t the basis of the story. I am a thick Grayson girl so please don’t @ me. Some people get so butt hurt over it and I already have a thick girl Ethan fic. This kind of just tells the story of Grayson and Y/N along the way.

Warnings: Body Insecurities (it’s not a theme it just is like a couple sentences in the beginning and a scene at the end), bullying(see prior warning), fluff, dad! grayson

Word Count: 3,304

Grayson Dolan is a lover and there is absolutely no denying that. He loves Ethan even when he wants to beat his ass for his pranks. He loves Cameron, she’s his big sister and dealt with all the shenanigans from their childhood. Most importantly, he loves his mama. No one could replace how much Lisa meant to Grayson but only one person could come close. Nonetheless, she would never pass Lisa Dolan and she was perfectly fine with that. Grayson’s girlfriend, Y/N was the only person to ever come close to being the most important woman in Grayson Dolan’s life.

Ethan knew a month after meeting Y/N that Grayson was going to marry her. After a couple years she earns the nickname, sister-in-law which Grayson doesn’t mind. He is extremely thankful that his girlfriend and brother have an incredible relationship. Ethan always joked that Grayson has fallen in love several different times but when Grayson realized he truly loved Y/N, Ethan knew the next girl his brother would fall in love with would be his daughter.

Y/N was beautiful. She had eyes that sent Grayson into another universe. Lips that made Grayson melt like ice cream in the middle of July. Grayson’s favorite part about her though? Her body. Curves that seemed to go on for days, boobs that mesmerized Grayson with every step and bounce, and an ass that looked amazing no matter what she had decided to wear that day. Did she think she was perfect? No, of course not but Grayson thought she was the most beautiful girl to ever exist. Was Y/N insecure like most thick girls? No, she was not which was another thing Grayson adored but she was real enough with herself to know she wasn’t perfect.

Grayson, Ethan, and I were sitting in the living room talking about everything we’ve encountered over the last 20 years of Gray and I’s relationship. The first few months we hid from the fans. Telling the fans was probably the scariest moment of my life. Some fans were excited, others were pissed, and some were just downright mean. Many picked at my weight and my curves. It didn’t get to me at first but after over two weeks of relentless comments I finally broke down to Grayson. I wasn’t typically insecure but when thousands of people are calling you the meanest things imaginable it breaks you down. Grayson said something as did Ethan. They threatened to block fans and to take a break if they thought necessary. That caused many of the fans to back off. Over the course of our relationship, I have met many fans and even gotten pictures with them even if I wasn’t with Grayson. Next came, our engagement and then our beautiful wedding, followed by the birth of each of our children and everything in between. After all that we rewind back to the day, we all met.

We met at a restaurant in LA. Ethan had wanted to try it for a while because he had heard there was a bunch of really good, dairy-free food options. They went for lunch on a Thursday. It surprisingly wasn’t too busy but they sat down and waited for someone to serve them. This restaurant Ethan had been dying to try was my job at the time. Thankfully I was working when they decided to show. I noticed two tall, good looking LA boys walk in. I looked them up and down then quickly put together that they were twins. One with darker hair, a safety pin necklace, smooth face, and an interesting outfit. The other one with scruff, a dangly earring, black t-shirt, and striped black pants. For twins, he was definitely the cuter one. They hadn’t sat in my section which was probably a good thing because I would have probably embarrassed myself. They had sat in my best friends’ section. Lilly walked over and got their drink orders. The one with the dangly earring kept looking up at us as we got their waters. I assumed he was staring at Lilly as she always got hit on at this damn job. “Grayson shut up you’re so loud” the one boy said. Ah so his name was Grayson. “Shut up, Ethan. I’m not loud” Grayson retaliated. Ethan looked around the restaurant and looked at me. “Hey, do you think my twin over here is loud?” he asked. “You’re the only yelling across the restaurant to ask me if he’s the loud one” I sassed and Grayson chuckled. Lilly continued serving them and Grayson kept looking up but I realized a lot of the times his gaze would land on me and that Lilly was never around when he looked over at me. Did I have something on my face? A stain on my shirt? Toilet paper on my shoe? “Hey, will you cover my couple of tables? I have to take my lunch break first because I have been here the longest” Lilly explained. “Yeah, I got it” I sighed. I walked over to the table with the two boys. “I just wanted to say that I’m your waitress now as Lilly is on her lunch break so if you need anything just ask,” I said. “How about a date?” Grayson asked. “Excuse me?” I asked. “You heard me, a date” he replied. “I don’t even know you” I responded. “Isn’t that the point of dating, is to get to know someone?” he asked. “How do I know you aren’t going to kill me?” I asked. “We can make it a double date. You and I, Ethan and our old waitress” Grayson suggested. “Dude” Ethan shouted as Grayson gave him pleading eyes. “Fine, when?” I asked. “Tomorrow night at 7?” he suggested. “Umm, ok,” I said, still a little taken aback by this whole conversation. I decided to just go for it so when I gave them their bill I wrote my number on it with a small note, “You took your shot so I’ll take mine, text me;)”. After they left I went to get their receipt and there was a note at the top. “Each of you get yourselves something nice for our double date tomorrow night -E and Gray” I looked at the bottom of the receipt to see that they left a $200 tip for Lilly and me to split.

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“I still can’t believe you and Lilly dated for three months” I giggled. Lilly and Ethan had very little in common and we’re total opposites in personality. “Shut up” Ethan groaned. “It’s ok, she mainly did it for me to help with getting in your brother’s pants” I joked. “That’s all you wanted? You could have asked that first night and I would’ve let you do whatever you wanted to me” Gray joked. “No, but she really was just helping me to get with Grayson” I admitted. “She was being a good wing woman just like I was for Gray” Ethan explained. “I know and I love you both very much for that,” I said.

“You know I knew a month after knowing you that Grayson wasn’t going to love anyone else,” Ethan said randomly. Grayson looked at his brother confused. “You never told me that,” Gray said. “I thought you knew,” E said. “Knew what?” “That she was the one” Ethan explained. “Not until I told her I loved her for the first time,” Grayson said. “I knew about a month after the restaurant. I remember coming out of my room to see you staring at her napping in your bed. She’d come over after work. You went to go grab her some food because she had worked through her break and she was passed out when you got back. You were standing with whatever food you’d scrounged up for her. You weren’t mad she was asleep. You had a smile on your face followed by a little chuckle. Your eyes said what your heart and your head didn’t know yet. I texted mom that day to tell her not to worry about this one. Later that night, Y/N was eating dinner with us because you wanted to actually cook her something. She walked into the kitchen watching you sing and dance around. She had almost the same look you did when you saw her asleep. I knew then you loved each other but it was so early that you were both scared. Ever since that day I never worried about how Y/N would treat you because I knew she was the best person for you” Ethan explained an I didn’t know I was crying until I felt a tear land on my arm. “Baby, why are you crying?” Gray asked. “Ethan never talks deep like that. He knew Gray before we ever did. We’ve talked about when we realized we loved the other person and when we told each other we loved each other but we’ve never asked anyone else when they knew we loved each other. Others are less blind than we are about it” I sobbed. Gray walked over and wrapped his arms around me. “I don’t know why you’re crying. Ethan’s an idiot most of the time. The one time he isn’t you’re a hot mess” he chuckles. “It just puts things into perspective. Never in a million years did I think I was going to have a man that was so good to me. All of the guys’ I was within the past were so passive aggressive but with you, it’s never happened even after all of these years. Not to mention how amazing the rest of our family is. I just couldn’t have asked for anyone better” I cried. “Me either, baby. Me either” Grayson said kissing my forehead.

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Dating, being engaged to, and marrying a Dolan was a lot, to say the least. Gray and I had 5 kids together. Three girls and then two boys. Addison Rose and Amelia Bailey were our twin girls. We had another set of Dolan Twins, this time they were girls and according to Lisa much easier to deal with compared to their dad and Uncle E. When the girls were a little over two we had another little girl, Paisley Jane or PJ. PJ was typically a boy nickname but she was one of the most tomboy girls you’ll ever meet so it fits pretty well. Addison was the quiet one, Amelia the momma bear, and little PJ was the rough one. Nine times out of 10 when someone was hurt it was Little Miss PJ’s fault. There was a little bit bigger of a  gap between PJ and the first boy we had. Paisley was 3 when we had our first boy. I had always loved the name Grayson, way before I had ever met Gray. Therefore, our first boy was Grayson Hunter but he was Lil’ Gray then he went by Hunter once he was no longer the baby. 11 months after Lil’ Gray was born Lil’ Grant was born. Grant Oliver Dolan was the fifth and final Dolan baby, or so we thought (Ask Ethan about that one).

We got engaged three years after meeting in that restaurant. Whenever we’re in LA we try to go to relive the old memories. Nine months later we got married in New Jersey. It was an outside wedding and it was beautiful. The kids don’t ask much about the wedding because there are pictures all over the house. There’s a picture of Grayson and me with our wedding party in one part of the house. There’s a picture of Ethan and Gray then a picture of Gray and me after the ceremony on my bedside table. The twins especially love hearing about how Grayson proposed to me, no matter how many times they had already heard it. “Daddy?” Lia chimed. “Yes, Lia Bug?” “Will you tell us the story of how you asked mommy to marry you?” Lia asked. “I just told you girls last week” Grayson chuckled. “It’s such a good story. Daddy please” Addy begged. “Alright, alright go get your mother. She loves hearing me tell you guys” he said. “Your mom and I had been together three years when I finally got the nerve to ask her to marry me even though I knew she was the one”, Grayson started.

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“I have something fun for you to do today,” Grayson said to me. “What’s that?” I asked. “Ethan’s going to go with you on a scavenger hunt for a surprise tonight” he explained. He had Ethan drag me from our favorite picnic spot, to where he told me he loved me for the first time, to where we met, and then finally to the airport where we boarded a plane going to New Jersey. “Ethan, why are we flying to Jersey?” “It’s a surprise” Ethan explained. Finally, we landed and Ethan took me to their New Jersey home where Lisa was with Gizmo. We didn’t go inside though which was odd to me. “E, we should say hi to your mom. She misses you guys” I said. “We will, I promise”. He leads me out to the woods. By now it was dark out. It was a warm August day--well night. There was a full moon then a combination of cricket and frog noises scattered in the background. “Ethan if you came out here to kill me your brother is going to kill you in return” I threatened. “I’m offended that you think I’d kill you especially on my own property” he sassed. “It’s time for the surprise,” Ethan said. “I am still so confused”. “Well prepare to be more confused, as Gray has instructed I have to give you a piggyback ride and you have to be blindfolded for the rest of the walk” Ethan explained. “This better be a damn good surprise or I am kicking both of your asses,” I said as it grew even darker with the blindfold on. “Grab my shoulders and jump, I’ll catch you,” Ethan said. “Ethan, I’m not jumping on your back, I’ll break it” I argued. “No, you won’t. C’ mon Y/N” he said. “Ethan, no” I argued. “Y/N, I’ve been lifting. It’s fine” he said. “Are you calling me fat?” I asked. “Jesus, no. Fuck, Gray is going to kill me” E sighed. “I’m kidding but don’t say I didn’t warn you,” I said as I jumped on his back. We walked for a few minutes before Ethan said “We’re here but don’t take your blindfold off. I’ll put you down slowly”. He put me down and then I heard footsteps. “Ethan?” “E?” “Since when do you like my brother so much?” Grayson asked causing me to jump. “Gray you scared me” I yelled as he chuckled. “Babe where are we? Why am I still blindfolded?” I asked. “We’re in the woods in Jersey,” he said as he took the blindfold off. I looked around to see candles. White and red rose petals surrounding me. I realized the candles took a heart shape. “Grayson, what is all this?” I asked. “Something you’re going to remember for the rest of your life” he admitted. “Gray” I whispered. “I sent you on a wild goose chase today which you’re used to because that’s just how crazy my life is. I am so thankful that I’ve had someone as incredible as you by my side through the ups and downs. You are the best thing to ever happen to me. I want to spend everyday making you happy. I want to wake up next to you every day. I want to make breakfast with you every morning. I want to snuggle you every night before we go to sleep. You’re the only person I want to spend the rest of my life with so” He pauses as he drops down onto one knee.  “Y/N, will you marry me?” Gray asked opening a small black box with a beautiful diamond ring. Tears stream down my face as I nod my head vigorously and he slips the ring over my finger. “Yes, Gray, I’d love to marry you” I cried as hugged his neck. Shortly after all of this excitement Lisa, Ethan, and Cameron emerge out of the distance. “This was beautiful Gray,” I said. “Beautiful proposal for a beautiful girl,” he said. “I love you” “I love you too”.

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“Daddy, how did you know mommy was going to be your wife?” Lia asked. “She always loved me even when my life was crazy. Your mama is very supportive girls. She supported daddy even when it was the hardest thing she ever had to do and she will support you guys too” Grayson explained. “Mommy, why did you pick daddy?” Addy asked. “He treated me, right girls. He loved me just like he loves you and your sisters then your little brother when he gets here. He was a good boyfriend. He was a good husband once we got married and now he is the most incredible daddy don’t ya think?” I asked. “Oh yeah, he’s probably a better daddy than Uncle Etan is,” Addy said causing us all to laugh. “They’re both really good dad’s” I giggled looking at Gray who was smirking. “Daddy?” Lia asked. “Yes, bug?” he replied. “I’m really glad you’re my daddy. If it would have been anyone else I would have ran away to you so you could be my daddy because you’re the best” Lia said to Grayson and my pregnant heart exploded. Tears immediately started leaking from my eyes. “Mama, why are you crying?” Addy asked. “I’m happy baby, I promise. I just love our family so much” I told her. “I love our family too,” Addy said climbing off of Gray’s lap and crawling into mine. “Be careful, Addy Rose. Mommy has your baby brother in there” Gray warned. Grayson was always on high alert and extremely overprotective when I was pregnant. “Gray?” I asked. “Yes, babe?” he asked. “Where’s PJ?” I asked. “Uhh, I dunno. She was listening to the story” he admitted. “MOMMY! LOOK!” Lia pointed outside. I looked to see a small, three-year-old PJ on the sidewalk. “GRAYSON” I shouted as he leaped out of the house to chase our toddler. “Paisley Jane Dolan” Gray shouted as she looked at her daddy. She quickly realized that it was Grayson and not Uncle Ethan so she did what any other kid on a mission would do. She ran. “PJ DOLAN” Grayson shouted. “Where are you going little miss?” he asked as he ran towards her. She turned sharply in front of Ethan’s house that was a little way down from our own. She couldn’t quite get the door open so that’s where her dad finally caught up to her. “PJ, why were you outside? You know not to go outside when mommy or daddy isn’t with you” Grayson reprimanded. “I wanted Uncle Effin” PJ cried out. Addy was a mommy’s girl. Lia was a daddy’s girl but PJ? She was Uncle Ethan’s girl and none of us are quite sure why. “Baby, if you wanted Uncle Ethan just ask and we all could have gone to visit” Grayson explained. “NO! Just me! My uncle Effin” PJ cried. Grayson walked her home then let her sit in the time out chair for running outside. “Why is she so stuck on Ethan?” I asked. “Maybe because he has all the boys?” Gray suggested. “Who knows but it looks like we’re going to have to extra childproof the house” I sighed. “I’ll head to Home Depot now. You want me to take the twins?” Gray asked. “If you want to” I shrugged. “Yeah that way you can try to relax and just keep an eye on PJ” Gray decided. He kissed me goodbye as he took the older two to Home Depot to get some things to turn our house into a prison-like structure so PJ doesn’t try to escape to Uncle E’s again.

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Ethan, on the other hand, had three boys. Bentley Grant was his first. He was born in between the twins and Paisley. Next was Dawson Michael and he was born a few months after PJ. Dawson and Bentley were about 15 months apart. Their last boy was born when Dawson was 2. Lennox Gray Dolan was the last boy of Ethan’s herd but it wouldn’t be Ethan Dolan without an oopsie baby. When Little Lennox was 4, Ethan’s wife found out she was pregnant with their fourth child. This time, a girl. The baby of the Dolan Clan was Miss Lorelai Penelope and she was wrapped around everyone’s finger. When Lorelai was born Addison and Amelia were 8, Bentley was 7, Paisley was 6, Dawson was 5, Lennox was 4, Hunter was 3, and Grant was 2.

The four oldest Dolan children had all graduated high school. Addison was into Graphic Design and attending a school in Manhattan, New York. Amelia who was always a little more family-based stayed close and is going to a community college to be a teacher. Bentley being the oldest boy always felt responsible for his siblings and cousins. He wanted to go to school but he didn’t want to go across the country. He got many scholarships for lacrosse all across the country. He decided to stay close to home and accepted a full ride in Lacrosse at Rutgers University. Meanwhile, PJ is traveling the country with two friends. She’d always been a free spirit so her parents knew she wasn’t going to school which was entirely her choice. Y/N and Grayson agreed a long time ago that they would support their children in whatever decision they made (to an extent) as long as they graduated high school. That was the deal. Dawson was a senior in high school. Lennox was a junior, Hunter and Grant were sophomores meanwhile Lorelai was an 8th grader.

Hunter and Grant as the youngest children but the only boys on Gray’s side were very protective of their mother. Addy was closer to Y/N as she was quieter and not so loud. Lia, on the other hand, was Gray’s little girl. PJ loved both of her parents but rarely favored one over the other. If anything her go to was her Uncle E. Hunter and Grant though? Complete and utter, mama’s boys. Grant was a lot closer to his dad than Hunter was. Grayson never took offense. The kids need people they could confide in whether it was him or his wife. He was just glad that each child could trust someone. The Dolan boys being in close in age as they are they were practically another set of twins. Now that Bentley was gone, Dawson is the leader which is good because he’s the next most responsible as he takes after his mom. Dawson drove everyone to school except Lorelai. Ethan took his little girl to school every day and no one- I mean NO ONE argued with him about it.

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It’s a Wednesday in the middle of March, just a couple weeks before Spring Break. Grant and Hunter are walking to their 10th Grade English class that they conveniently had together. They were about halfway there when Ryan Sawyer, the senior quarterback made a comment under his breath which Hunter quickly reacted to. “What did you just say?” Hunter growls. Grant quickly following behind his brother. “I said I saw your mom last night. Not sure how your dad hasn’t suffocated from how fat she-” before Ryan could even finish his sentence Hunter had socked him straight across the jaw. You do not mess with Y/N Dolan especially in the presence of Grayson Hunter Dolan. Ryan’s little minions quickly followed suit. Grant was throwing punches to the minions while Hunter and Ryan rolled around trying to get dominance over the other. Soon enough Dawson stumbled upon the incident trying to get everyone off of each other before a teacher knew what happened but it was too late. The dean was halfway to the scene. “Let my little cousin go before I kick your ass” Dawson threatened. Ryan’s friend let Grant go in fear of Dawson. Ryan and Hunter still rolling around on the floor. Ryan’s nose bloodied. Hunter’s knuckles cracked open and a tear on his lip. Grant has a cut over his eyebrow. Mr. Scott, the dean had walked up to the scene. His voice boomed as yelled for the boys to stop. Ryan, Hunter, Grant, Dawson, and a couple of Ryan’s friends followed the dean to his office. “Dolan what happened,” Mr. Scott said as they sat in silence. “C’ mon speak,” he said. “Uh sir three of us are Dolan’s” Dawson explained. “What?” “These two are my cousins” Dawson explained. “Well, I was talking to you explain”. “Honestly I don’t know. I walked up to a fist fight and got Grant off of Ryan’s friend then you showed up” Dawson explained. “Someone tell me what happened” Mr. Scott boomed. “The little Dolan wussies got bent out of shape because they couldn’t take a joke,” Ryan said. “Watch it Ryan” Dawson threatened. “Ryan, the rest of you that aren’t Dolan’s can go” Mr. Scott ordered. “Boys, tell me what happened. I know how Mr. Sawyer is so I trust you’ll be honest with me because I’ve never seen either of you in my office”. “Ryan made a comment about my mom and it wasn’t just like a joke. He called her fat and I just got mad so I punched him. Then his minions went after Grant so it was just some big ordeal then Dawson came in to try to stop it before you got there. I’m sorry” Hunter explained. “Don’t apologize, kid. You stuck up for your mom. I would’ve done the same thing. Your dad raised you well” Mr. Scott said. “Thank you, sir,” Hunter said. “You’re still going to have consequences as it was on school grounds, both of you” “What about all of them?!?”  Hunter argued. “I’ll call them down once you leave and they’ll get a longer suspension for starting it. I know Dawson here will keep me to it” “You bet your ass” Dawson said. “You, have three days for taking the first swing. Your brother has two for fighting them. They’ll get suspended for 5 for antagonizing. I’m going to call your dad. You two head to the nurse and get cleaned up. Dawson keep an eye on them” Mr. Scott said as Dawson nodded.

The nurse wiped the blood off the boys. Thankfully all the cuts and scrapes were superficial. Soon enough Grayson showed up to take his two youngest home. “Boys, what the hell was this?” Grayson asked. “I’m sorry dad. He said something about mom and I just lost it” Hunter explained. “He said something about your mom?” Grayson asked his older son. “Yeah, he was like I saw your mom last night. I don’t know how your dad doesn’t suffocate with how fat then I didn’t hear the rest because I was beating the shit out of him” Hunter explained. “Grant why are you suspended?” Gray asked. “I started fighting the kids’ friends and I wasn’t going to sit back while he was talking shit about mom. Dolan boys don’t fuck with that” Grant said. “You’re damn straight, son. I can’t believe this kid has the audacity to make a sexual comment insulting my wife, what nerve. For his information, I would love to be suffocated by- DAAAD ENOUGH” Grant yelled as Grayson chuckled.

Grayson wasn’t sure what to tell his wife. He knew she would be mad at the suspension but should he tell her why the kids were in a fight. All the girls managed to get in little to no trouble in school so where did they go wrong with the boys? Is what was crossing Y/N’s had as she heard Gray’s voicemail from about an hour ago while she was in a meeting. She opened the front door and shut it with a little more force than she anticipated. “Grayson Hunter and Grant Oliver, in here now!” Y/N yelled. Both the boys and their dad walked into the living room. “What the hell happened today? A THREE DAY SUSPENSION?” Y/N yelled. “Grant was just helping me. I started it, ma” Hunter said. “Grayson Hunter, since when do you fight people?” Y/N asked. “He said something mean and I got angry” he explained. “What did he say?” she asked but no one wanted to tell her. They all loved Y/N too much to let a dumb 17-year old make her feel shit about herself. “Tell me or I am canceling Spring Break in a couple of weeks, so help me Grayson Hunter” she threatened. Hunter looked at his brother then at his dad. All of them shaking their head in agreement. No one was telling her. “Fine then go to your room’s. I’m canceling the trip” Y/N said. Grayson knew his wife was upset and that he needed to calm her down. “We’re still going on that trip,” Grayson said. “No, we aren’t. They aren’t getting suspended then turning around and going to Cancun. Grayson have you lost your mind?” she asked. “No, babe but I know what the kid said that upset Hunter” Gray explained. “Why wouldn’t he tell me?” she asked. “He was defending you, baby,” Gray said simply. “What?” she turned looking at her husband. “The kid Hunter punched made a comment about your weight and it was in a sexual sense. He was just protecting his momma” Grayson explained. “What did the little punk say?” she asked. “Something how he saw you out last night and wasn’t sure how I hadn’t suffocated because of how um” Grayson paused. “Fat I am?” Y/N asked. “Yeah” Gray whispered. There was a thick pause filled with silence. “Jokes on him though, I would love to suffocate between your thighs babe” Gray smirked trying to lift the mood. “Why are kids so mean Gray?” she asked her husband. “Babe, don’t let some kid get to you. Not when you have two sons that kicked his ass in your name baby, in your honor” Grayson said wiping the tears from his wife’s face. “Why don’t we bring them down and tell them they're still going on Spring Break, yeah?” Gray asked and Y/N nodded. Hunter came down first looking at his mom. “Ma, why are you crying? Do I have to kick dad’s ass too?” “Good luck with that, son” Gray chuckled. “Your dad told me what really happened at school today,” Y/N said as Grant finally made his way into the kitchen. “He told me what that boy said to you guys” Y/N explained. “You’re not fat, ma. You’re beautiful” Hunter said. “Thank you, baby” Y/N smiled. “Thank you for putting that kid in his place for me, honey. Both of you, actually. Your brother got a couple cuts himself” Y/N observed running her finger over Grant’s cuts. “I’m sorry, I was so angry” Y/N apologized.  “It’s alright, we weren’t mad. I should’ve handled it better” Hunter admitted. “No, you defend your mom just like you should’ve. Just don’t make it a habit, boys” Grayson interjected. “We’re still going to go to Cancun. I can’t take that away from my boys. Thank you for defending me today” she said hugging her two babies that towered a few inches over her. “I’ll do it again any day for you ma,” Hunter said. “Me too. Any day, anyone. No one messes with the Dolans” Grant added. “I love my boys,” Y/N said as Grayson added himself to the group hug. The Dolan family was a little chaotic at times but every one of them defended their name just like their Poppy Sean would want them too.

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Not only is it almost father's day but it's summer!! Could I please get family beach/pool trip scenarios? Ahhh just imagining it is so cute. Individual family outings or maybe a whole group version just to see everyone's kids interact?? Whichever is best for you. Thanks so much in advance :D

(I’m sorry prompt fills are taking so long, real life keeps getting in the way OTL)

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It’s Daddy’s day out! \o/

They go to Camus’ private beach because it was either that or a public one and Camus figured with great reluctance if he and his precious angel were going to be exposed to peasants it might as well be those he’s familiar with at least, much as it pains him to say it

Reiji rented a family van to pick everyone up and drove them over

Carpool karaoke happened and it was magnificent

They pull up to the beach and to the sight of Camus standing like a Greek god on the sand

His hair is up

His chest gleaming in the sun

His shins exposed

He’s possibly exposed more skin in public today than he had in over a year

It was only his opened shirt printed all over with cartoon heads of Alexander (a Father’s Day gift from his daughter via his S/O) that kept everyone present from being blinded

The deadly glare he shot anyone who even thought of commenting on his fashion sense today was enough to turn even the sun cold

Preparations before playtime see Camus and Ai diligently spraying their children down with sunblock, having brought with them metal canisters of it with spray nozzles attached for even coverage

Ranmaru’s barking at his kids to put it on while slapping it on himself

His son and daughter squeezing it on each other’s backs from a large economy tube of sunblock

When it comes to helping their father, they have fun drawing faces with the cream on Ranmaru’s back, quickly smearing the drawings away when he complains they’re taking too long 

Reiji and his twins have completely forgotten that sun protection exists and are already running into the sea, yelling and whooping, pool floats hooked under one arm and beach balls under the other

(His kids survive the day without sunburn

Unfortunately enough, the same cannot be said for Reiji

He returns to work red as a lobster with new patches of skin showing where his children helpfully assisted Daddy in peeling whatever was coming off

Manager-san banned Reiji from going under the sun for next month, swaddling him in long-sleeves, face-mask, a giant hat and pants, leading to Reiji almost being hospitalized for heat-stroke later)

Reiji and Ranmaru join their kids in the water

Ai and Camus prudently keeping to the shade

Ai’s son tugging on his hand for him to go play in the sea with him

Ai shaking his head

“You know that I’m no good with water. Go play with the others, I’ll be fine by myself here.”

His little boy is super disappointed

Halfheartedly joins the other kiddies in the water

(The disappointed look on his son’s face from that time stuck with him for months after that

The next beach trip sees Ai liberally dousing himself with sealant and wading grimly into the sea with his son and a steely determination not to let the water get in the way of quality father-son time)

Camus, horrified at how rowdy the other children are, at first stands like a stern sentinel between his daughter and the commoners, arms folded and face stern as thunder

But one small tug at his tailored capri trousers, his little girl looking up at him with forlorn eyes and he very literally melts

Compromises by shadowing her closely until he’s dragged off by Reiji to give the poor girl some breathing space 

Ranmaru gleefully assisting by putting Camus in a loose chokehold and literally towing him through the sand because as long as it causes the seaweed head distress he’s in

Ranmaru’s son, being the oldest of the lot, ends up keeping an eye on the other kids, to the silent approval of his father

Camus’ daughter is very excited to see other children her age because much like Camus she’s grown up surrounded by adults, although in very different circumstances 

(Camus is adamant on having his little angel home-schooled, since the alternative would be sending her to a boarding school in the mountains but he can’t uproot himself to join her there just yet due to work

His S/O is equally adamant she at the very least goes to a normal school and make friends with other children because their daughter is going to grow up in a literal ivory tower isolated from the rest of humanity over her dead body)

But she’s a little shy and doesn’t know how to approach them

Ranmaru’s daughter tends to stick to her big brother 

Then she spots Camus’ daughter fidgeting at the edge of the water, looking like she really wants to play with everyone else but is hesitant to do so

The Kurosaki siblings go over and take her hands, drawing her in to join them

Ranmaru’s son was the first boy to ever hold her hand

Little girl has her first crush when she looked up at him and he smiled back

(Camus, feeling a chill go down his body, fights tooth and nail to untangle himself from Reiji and Ranmaru and fly to his daughter’s side)

Ai’s son runs over when he sees them, excited that the little girl he’s always seen standing by the sidelines is finally here

Camus’ daughter’s heart melts when Ai’s son takes her hand and beams up at her

She’s never seen a boy younger than her, and so much smaller too!

Ai’s little son is normally shy and has a tendency to hide behind his parents’ legs when in public, but he’s very different with the other QN children whom he’s practically grown up with

He looks up to and sticks to Ranmaru’s son too, so he’s got two ducklings following him around everywhere he goes

Now with the addition of Camus’ daughter the duckling count has gone up to three

Both Kotobuki twins inherited their father’s boundless energy and appetite for fun

His son tends to be more on the serious side but enjoys a good prank like his sister

He and Ranmaru’s son are the ‘responsible’ ones who will pick up the younger kids and run like bats out of hell anytime a prank or joke goes wrong

The twins are the ones who come up with new games for everyone to play most of the time

Both of them have taken to calling Ranmaru’s son ‘Oniichan’, to his mild annoyance

Afternoon rolls around and both big and small stomachs are rumbling

Each papa brought their own homemade picnic lunch from home for potluck

Ai greatly approves of this

He’s a big believer in his boy getting as many experiences as possible, food included

Reiji’s karaage is naturally one of the more popular items on the menu, with Ran’s meatballs coming in a close second

Ai’s fruit and vitamin punch was left largely unfinished because it had more vitamins than fruit and tasted like it

(Both Ai and his son are puzzled by everyone’s reaction to the drink which was both healthy and absolutely fine to them, reminding all present that Ai’s little boy had inherited his father’s analytical taste buds)

Camus’ dessert tables (filled with nothing but cake and ice-cream and carried in by a crew) saved the day and everyone’s tongues

One table was graciously provided for the potluck

The other was reserved for him and his daughter, who to his dismay keeps trying to share her dessert with the Kurosaki spawn

The Kotobuki twins may be picky eaters but the sand and sea’s sharpened their appetites, making their father weep with joy when he saw empty plates and little hands holding them up, asking for seconds

Ranmaru’s drummed the principle of “clean your plate or starve” into his kids heads ever since they were old enough to eat solid food, so picky eating isn’t much of a problem for him

Except he isn’t exempted from every parent’s enemy of vegetables, which is a high hurdle for him to clear considering he’s not a fan of the green either

Apparently his children got around the ‘starving’ part of their father’s dining discipline by feeding their vegetables to the cats, technically still leaving their plates clean

Camus daughter has never eaten anything that wasn’t prepared by either her father or a professional chef, which should tell you enough about her upbringing

As mentioned, Ai’s son shares the same taste buds as his sire, hence he’ll eat anything and think it tastes alright

After lunch and a half-hour rest in the shade (with Ranmaru being awakened from his nap by his papa!radar going off and cracking open an eye to glare at any child who tries to sneak back on to the beach earlier than they’re supposed to), it’s back to the sun and waves and more fun

Ranmaru’s got his son hoisted up on his shoulders and his daughter hanging gleefully off one bicep, proudly showing off that he’s still got the muscles despite fatherhood

Reiji’s and his two-man army came armed with water soakers and are currently running for their lives from Camus, who is soaked and breathing frost and fury and advancing menacingly on the Kotobukis, his steps turning the surrounding water and sand to ice with his daughter perched on one arm, only slightly damp due to her father shielding her

Later on watermelons are brought out for an afternoon snack

The age-old game of watermelon smashing commences

When it’s Ranmaru’s turn to hit the watermelon he takes aim, spins and strikes alarmingly close to Camus, sending sand flying in all directions

“Eh, thought I sensed something soft headed around here. Guess my gut was right on the mark.”

He grins, taking off the blindfold and cracking his neck with an added smirk

Highly unamused, Camus feels around for the nearest thing at him to bash Ranmaru’s head in with, which turns out to be a plastic toy bucket still half-full with wet sand

Equally unamused and seeing red now, Ranmaru grabs another toy bucket, chooses an area of beach abundant with seashells and tiny crabs, fills it to the brim and dumps it down the back of Camus’ shirt

Their kids watching the sand, seashells and seaweed fly with the battle raging on 

(Good thing their wives had the foresight to pack more than one change of clothes for both the men and their kids)

Everyone eventually settles down to finish off the smashed watermelons

Ranmaru teaching the children how to spit out the seeds and unknowingly initiating a competition to see who can spit them the furthest

Camus has long carried away his daughter, mortified at her having to watch such a crass activity

Reiji’s been furiously taking photographs throughout the entire day and sending constant updates to his wifey at home

(He spams the Quartet Night group chat with the same photos and commentary later

Camus leaves the chat group in a fit of ire, only to be added back almost immediately by Reiji

“Myu-chan, you’re so careless! What’re you doing accidentally exiting the group chat like that? Think of all the news you’d have missed out on if I hadn’t noticed!”)

Closer to evening Ai’s son is worn out from playing and starts getting clingy with his father

“Hm? What’s the matter?” he asks him, rubbing his back with one hand. “Tired already?”

He presses his head against Ai’s shirt and pouts

“Want Mommy.”

“We still have three hours and forty-seven minutes left to go before we can see your mother. Do you want to take a nap in the shade first?”

“No. Want Mommy now!”

Off Ai goes, carrying away his cranky three-year-old to some place quiet where he can calmly explain to him how throwing a tantrum does not make time go by any faster

He returns an hour later, his toddler in his arms, now completely exhausted from his father’s lecture which turned out to be as hypnotic as a lullaby

Hearing Ai’s son whining for his mother makes the other children realise that they’ve gone an entire day without Mommy too

The mood’s going downhill fast, with all the adults frantically trying to stop their children from bursting into tears from suddenly missing their mothers

Reiji saves the day with a brilliant idea

“No summer night is complete without fireworks!”

Good thing he brought along enough to make Ai and Camus seriously worry about being caught by the police for possession of an abnormally large amount of explosives

Firecrackers, whizzlers, fountains, spinners, you name it, Reiji’s probably got more than ten of it

All papas present breath a sigh of relief when their children are distracted from thoughts of their mothers by the possibility of playing with something bright, shiny and noisy

Ai has his boy in his lap, placidly holding on to a sparkler

Baby boy wanted to do nothing but snuggle in his chest at first, but the bright lights and the noise the other children were making woke him up 

Camus hovering anxiously behind his little girl, a globe of water ready to materialize in his hand any second for fear that a stray firework might have the audacity to approach his angel

Ranmaru and Reiji’s children having the time of their lives running up and down the beach, setting off bottle rockets in the air

Ranmaru running after his kids when they gang up with the Kotobuki twins to chase Reiji down the length of the beach with roman candles at ready

At the end of the night, after cleaning up after themselves (junior chipping in to help), each papa carries their exhausted but happy child home in their arms, piling into the rented van

Camus is both stunned and aghast when his little girl tugs on the arm of Ran’s son, her head still resting against her father’s chest, and tells him to come and play again sometime

Ranmaru is just as mortified when the little boy yawns and nods

The two fathers share a mutual look of “WE SHALL NEVER SPEAK OF THIS AGAIN” before urgently bundling their children back home

Ran gives his confused son the “You can pick anyone you like, just not that one” talk

The poor man has never felt so threatened in his life before

Camus bathes his little girl in the Permafrost equivalent of holy water to exorcise whatever black magic that Kurosaki spawn must have cast on his precious angel

Reiji sends everyone home safe and sound

Bathes and carries both his children to bed and tucks them in

Pulls his wife down to sit next to him on the couch as he recounts the day and adds on even more commentary to the sea of photographs he had texted her throughout their day out

All of Quartet Night’s wives say the same thing to their exhausted husbands when they return home with sleeping children in their arms

“Welcome back. That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

And they had to agree that it wasn’t

(Although whether they would do it again was still up for debate lol) 

[cancelledhq]

OOC.

Basics.

Prometheus Productions has announced its first ever dare event titled “Your Choice,” where all dares are submitted by the public for contracts to follow through on. What all characters are unaware of (and are anxious to find out) are the dares themselves! None of them will be revealed to them until the moment they are dared to do them, where they will be left with a choice to complete it and earn points or decline it and lose points.

However!

You (as a player) will know these dares in advance!

As stated previously, the severity of the dares are listed within 4 levels. As a player, if you would like to participate, you must fill out this form (located here) with the highest level you as a mun feel comfortable playing with your character. In character, the dares are “randomly” selected, meaning they will have no control over what dare is given to them. Of course, Cora or others may hand-select certain dares for certain contracts or even behind the scenes members. You are more than welcome to have your character speculate.

When signing up for a level, you also inherit all dares from the levels beneath it. For example, if you choose level 3, you will not see any dares from level 4 but all those from Levels 1-3 will be at your disposal.

The Set Up.

There will be groups of three (2 contracts and 1 BTS character) participating in the event. The BTS character is referred to as the Sponsor. The job of the Sponsor is to read out the dare, choose which contract it belongs to, and then determine whether or not the contracts have completed their dares.

Each group will be put into an escape room setup. When the groups have been announced, you (as players) may choose one of seven escape room settings to have your characters trapped in (this detail will be released later). Like all escape rooms, the main objective is to escape from it, as it is the only way the dares will stop appearing in the room.

Dares cannot be ignored. If the Sponsor is incapable of doing their job properly, there will be repercussions before the Sponsor is replaced by Ms. Samson herself. This is something all of your characters will be warned about.

Each dare is worth a set amount of points. If the dare is completed, your character gains those points. If they decline it or fail, your character loses those points. Mathematically, it is possible for your character to be cancelled within the game.

If your character declines a dare, their opponent (the fellow contract in the room) is allowed to steal it from them for the chance to earn the points. Declining will not make them lose the points, but failing to complete the dare once it is accepted will. Choose carefully. 

All characters are aware that the Sponsor has the option of completing ONE dare for a contract at their sole discretion. If the Sponsor is successful, the contract still gains the points, but if they fail, the contract will still lose the points.

Details.

Because of Cora’s spiritual beliefs, all dares are inspired and also delivered by means of the Major Arcana cards. This is to say that each dare is printed on the back of one of the cards from the Major Arcana deck. How they enter the escape room is up to you. If you are interested in seeing the exact deck that your characters will be exposed to, you’re more than welcome to see them here.

All groups will be televised live and be available for viewing on Prometheus’ streaming app. Viewership will be keenly watched, which is an important factor for the main reason that if there is a decline in ratings, Prometheus will throw in various twists to excite the audience. (You may read about potential twists below, but you are more than welcome to add your own.) When the groups are announced, you will also see at what time slot they are given (i.e. 5pm, 10am, etc.)

When writing your event thread, there is no minimum or maximum requirement in terms of post length or amount of posts to be eligible for your points. Go at your own pace.

Dares.

Level 1 (Dumb shit. For the lolz. Mild sexual conduct.)

Tarot Cards within this level: The Fool, The Magician, The Star, The Sun

During the rest of the event, you must use the phrase "just sayin'" to end every time you speak. | 20 points | The Fool

Dress like a cat | 20 points | The Sun

Imitate someone in the room | 20 points | The Magician

Show us your most recent texts | 20 points | The Magician

Dance to Tik Tok by Kesha | 20 points | The Sun

During the entire event, your new name is Pepe Sylvia, and you will only answer to it. | 25 points | The Sun

Prank call Russell Torrance | 30 points | The Fool

Make out with someone blindfolded, you don’t know who it is | 35 points | The Star

Lick the feet of someone in the room | 40 points | The Magician

Give someone in the room a lap dance | 40 points | The Star

Be naked for the rest of the event | 50 points | The Sun

Competition Dares (only one wins. Only one loses.)

Eat the most ice cream without stopping | 50 points | The Sun

Take the longest drink from a tequila bottle | 60 points | The Fool

Level 2 (Personal humiliation. Makes the person feel uncomfortable. Mild/Medium psychological. Medium/High Sexual Conduct.)

Tarot Cards: The High Priestess, Justice, The Emperor, The Lovers

Say that you hate your father and that you hope he dies 3 times. If he is already dead, say that you hate him and that you're glad that he’s dead. | 50 points | The Emperor

Reveal your psych evaluation. (psych eval example listed here). | 50 points | Justice

Reveal the biggest mistake you’ve ever made. | 50 points | Justice

Eat part of a ghost pepper. | 60 points | The Emperor

Eat a tablespoon of soap | 60 points | The Emperor

Drink a tequila shot with literal strands of dog hair in it | 60 points | The Emperor

Be on the phone with someone you love. Tell them you don’t love them. Make them believe it. | 70 points | The Lovers

Raise your heartbeat to 130 beats per minute | 70 points | The High Priestess

Make someone in the room take nude photos of you to be posted | 70 points | The Lovers

Wear a ball gag while your competition smacks you | 70 points | The Emperor

Become blind (how is up to you, for how long is up to your Sponsor) | 70 points | The High Priestess

Bring someone in the room to orgasm | 75 points | The Lovers

Be injected with truth serum | 80 points | The High Priestess

Wear ankle cuffs until you find a way to get out of them. Your sponsor doesn’t have the key. | 80 points | The Emperor

Find a way to lose 1 pound | 80 points | The Emperor

Read a portion of your most recent script while sitting on a vibrator | 80 points | The Lovers

Competition Dares (only one wins. Only one loses.)

Make your competition cry first | 80 points | The High Priestess

A game of too hot. First person to touch the other beyond kissing loses. |  90 points | The Lovers

Level 3 (Mild/Medium physical harm. Disgusting ventures. Strongly psychological.)

Tarot Cards: The Chariot, The Hermit, The Hanged Man

Eat the boogers and plaque of a person of your choice | 90 points | The Chariot

Shave your head | 100 points | The Hermit

Eat rotting meat | 120 points | The Chariot

Drink a full glass of absinthe. | 120 points | The Chariot

Get punched by everyone in the room | 130 points | The Chariot

Dissect the manikin that looks like you | 130 points

Drink the blood of your competition. How you get it is up to you. | 140 points | The Hanged Man

Burn your hands. | 140 points | The Chariot

Have ear pieces that utter violent thoughts, volume will vary the more you succeed to ignore them | 140 points | The Hermit

Play the knife game for a whole minute | 140 points | The Chariot

Meet the devil. (This dare will be psychological in nature, as the room will fill with a sulfur smell, the lights will go out, and you will be forced to approach a silhouette of the devil. Feel free to embellish and add your own ending, whether it was a harmless doll or something more sinister.) | 150 points | The Hermit

Walk across a padded beam propped up above a rug of broken glass and broken razors | 160 points | The Chariot

Be injected by a numbing agent to one of your limbs. Be careful on the dosage to avoid full paralysis! | 170 points | The Hanged Man

Be tazed | 170 points | The Chariot

“Save them” is all the card says before a sniper laser on both competition and sponsor are shown. Up to you on how to save them. | 170 points | The Hermit

Eat five frozen feeder mice | 175 points | The Chariot

Wear someone else’s skin | 180 points | The Hermit

Competition Dares (only one wins. Only one loses.)

Keep up with the spinning room. The first to fall completely loses. (thanks to the special effects department, the room could spin ala Inception or simply have the appearance that it’s spinning thanks to computer screens or the like.) | 180 points | The Chariot

Shock your opponent the most. You each will find a shock collar, but you are only given a combined total of 51 shocks to use between you. Make them count. | 200 points | The Hanged Man

Level 4 (Death. Malicious intent. Severe bodily harm.)

Tarot Cards: Strength, The Wheel of Fortune, Death, The Devil, The Tower, The Empress

Figure out the organs. (all types of various and very real organs will be presented to the room. You must identify them all by either touch or taste.) | 220 points | Strength

Skin the last thing that died in the room. All skin must be removed. | 275 points | Strength

Help give birth, by letting maggots lay their eggs in you. | 300 points | The Empress

Break a body part. | 320 points | The Tower

Do drugs. Unmarked syringes. Choose wisely. | 350 points | The Devil

Balance on a long, sharp razor and if you fall you fall on rock salt. | 350 points | Strength

Suspend yourself with hooks pierced into the skin on your back | 350 points | Strength

Kill a wild animal. (the animal is your choice but will be viciously released into the room.) | 400 points | The Tower

Shoot your competition (whether the gun is in a Russian roulette style or fully loaded is up to you) | 400 points | The Wheel of Fortune

Come close to succeeding in suicide. If you cross over, everyone in the room dies with you. | 450 points | Death

Perform a cancellation (the room will reveal a contract with 0 points that has been waiting for their cancellation) | 500 points | Death

Competition Dares (only one wins. Only one loses.)

Get as close to a running saw blade as possible. | 300 points  | Strength

“Drink me.” Everyone in the room is knocked out by a drink. They are aware that it will make them pass out. When they awake, all participants notice that there are little cuts in their forearms and they’re tasked with finding something within one of them (not necessarily meaning in their own body, willing them to cut into the competition.) It is a 50/50 chance the answer is purely metaphorical or if there is physically something planted in their arm. Your choice. | 400 points | The Wheel of Fortune

!!!All Levels are subject to one wild card named The Hierophant. The card is intentionally blank. The Sponsor creates the dare and the points amount up to 300 points.!!!

Twists.

As stated before, Prometheus will manipulate the escape room to drive more viewers in if they find it is needed. The following twists are possible:

Fire being started

Shaking of the set like an earthquake or a nuclear explosion

Gas filling the space

Loud music

Total blackness

Heat

Cold

Flies/Bees/Insects

Rain

Wind

A person touches something and it breaks immediately (small explosions from the special effects dept.)

A timer is randomly set off, counting down, but counting down to what? Something innocuous like a pre-recorded video message of Cora saying that fate only has the best intentions for them.

[snake-eyes-11]

-crashes in- DRABBLE ABOUT THE KIDS BEING HOME ALONE

Send me something to drabble about || accepting! || @dreamingofmuses

((This got so long omg I’m sorry))

Thorn swung around around to Icelyn’s door, knocking three times in his signature pattern. “Ice Queen!” he called. “What is it, Thorn?” the strained voice from the other side responded. “Can you come out here a sec?”A hesitation. “You’re not gonna prank me, are you?”“No!”“Promise?”“Pinky promise!”

After a moments silence, there were heavy footsteps on the other side of the door. A second later, Icelyn tentatively peeked through a crack in the door, looking up with bright blue eyes as if she expected a bucket of something to come crashing down on her. Satisfied her door wasn’t rigged, she poked her head out and looked around her brother. Nothing there, either. He was telling the truth; and that was far more suspicious to the twelve year old.

“Mom and Dad have gone out which means I’m-” He poked a thumb into his chest. “-in charge.”Icelyn’s blonde brows furrowed. “What about Storm?”Thorn clung to the top of the door frame by the tips of his fingers. “He’s younger than me.”Icelyn leaned her weight on her left leg and folded her arms. “What about Shadow?”

Thorn’s face fell as he realised he was flawed, although it was short lived as an idea struck him. “Well, Dad said I’m in charge.”Icelyn looked cynical. “Really?”“Really.” he repeated. “So, you gotta do what I say until they get back.”“No way!” she protested, stamping her foot. Thorn looked disappointed. “That’s a shame. Guess you won’t wanna eat junk food and watch horror movies with us, then.”

Icelyn’s eyes widened. “What?” she squeaked. “You never said anything about that!”“Pity you never asked,” he sighed dramatically. “You always think either me or Storm is gonna prank you or cause trouble.”“That’s because you usually do!” she protested.Thorn scrunched his bottom lip in contemplation of that fact. “True…”

Icelyn rushed over the threshold. “Please, Thorn!” she pleaded. Their parents normally kept the junk food out of their reach or told them only to have it in moderation, while they were gone, Icelyn could eat all of her favourite things and watch movies she was too young to see - what wasn’t to like?

Thorn turned around with a broad smile. “Glad to hear you’ve had a change of heart, Ice Queen!”Giddy with excitement, Icelyn closed the door to her bedroom and followed her older brother through the hallway. Together, they collected two tubs of ice cream, crisps, chocolate, sweets, popcorn and marshmallows and dumped them on the table in the main room. Within a few minutes of each other, Shadow and Storm had joined them and the first movie was put on. A black and white movie titled: “The Vampire”. 

“Humans are weird…” Storm mentioned half way through the film as a young woman nervously tiptoed through a house.“Yeah…” Thorn scoffed through a mouthful of popcorn. “…vampires aren’t even that scary!”“E-Easy for you to say,” chimed Shadow. “H-Humans aren’t used to g-ghouls like you are!”

Icelyn jumped, whirling around to look behind the sofa and into the corridor leading into the house. “What was that?” she hissed.“Aww, you getting scared, Ice?” tormented Thorn, licking his lips of sugar.“No!” she objected, still looking into the hallway. “I thought I heard something!”“M-Maybe Mom and Dad are back?” suggested Shadow, looking over the back of the sofa with his sister.

There came a loud, unmistakable bang from the front door. 

“Oh fuck!” cried Thorn, almost dropping the bowl of popcorn in his lap.“Storm, pause the movie!” encouraged Shadow, getting to his feet.Storm reached across the coffee table to grab the remote, slamming his thumb into the ‘pause’ button. 

The four siblings listened to the front door in nervous anticipation. Shadow slowly inched towards the dimly lit corridor. There came another loud slam against the metal of the iron maiden.“I know you’re in here somewhere!” The muffled voice from the Lair was low, gruff and angry; and eerily familiar.

Icelyn clung to the back of the sofa, her stomach churning. “Big Bad Wolf…” she whispered, looking up at Shadow anxiously.The three brothers looked between one another nervously. They knew that nickname; Icelyn had come up with it when she was very little to disguise her natural unease whenever he was mentioned. It was her name for Scruff, the man who had betrayed their father a long, long time ago.

“What do we do?” she asked under her breath, a further clang echoing somewhere on the other side of the hidden door. “I say we go out there and kick that bastards ass!” proposed Thorn, rolling up his sleeves.“Are you crazy?” hissed Icelyn, whirling around to face him. “That’s way too dangerous!” Another slam from the Lair sent Icelyn reeling back in fright.

“Well, do you have any bright ideas?” snapped Storm, tense that there was the potential that Scruff may actually find their hidden home this time. “I-I might have one…” Shadow looked around at his siblings. “Thorn, Storm…do you think you guys could s-set up a prank in a few m-minutes?”Thorn leaned forward. “You’re talking to the best duo of pranksters in Halloween Town!” he exclaimed. “Of course we can set up a prank in minutes!”

Shadow nodded. “I-I’m gonna need your help to set up the b-best prank yet.”“You can count on us!” Storm saluted, getting to his feet to brush the crumbs from his skinny jeans.“What about me?” Icelyn looked between her brothers. “How can I help?”Shadow thought a moment before holding her shoulders. “You want to p-play pretend?”

Icelyn looked confused. “I haven’t played pretend with you since I was six!”“You t-think you can still d-do it?”She made a face. “I guess? What do I need to pretend?”

The haggard, leering, tightfisted, snarling spirit haunted the Lair with malice on his breath and vengeance in his steel blue eyes. He had been skulking around the graveyard for ten minutes before he had appeared in the underground labyrinth, weighted footsteps clanging across the metal floor. He lashed out at the walls, hunting for the door that hid his prize.“Come out, come out, wherever you are!” he growled in a sing-song voice. “Come out and face me!” The silence that followed mocked him, jeered at him as he stomped around.

“BOLTON!” he screamed, slamming his fist into a wall. “I KNOW YOU’RE DOWN HERE! LET ME IN!”“Not by the hair on my chinny chin chin!” came the sweet, high pitched reply.Scruff whirled around, unable to place the source of the voice, although it brought a sneering smile to his face. “Is that you, blondie?” His voice was calmer, steady as the sea after a torrential storm. “Why don’t you come out and play?”

As he took a few steps forward, Thorn and Storm tugged on a wire just below his feet. Scruff, unable to see the wire in the dark, went stumbling forward before hitting the ground and sprawling. It took everything within the twins’ power not to laugh. 

Scruff grumbled, getting back up on to his feet in a flurry of anger. “Quit hidin’ from me!” he barked, his matted hair flying in a circle as he madly searched the room with bloodshot eyes. “We can’t play a game if one of us don’t know the rules!”

In the darkness, Shadow balled up the darkness and fired it towards the bats. They awoke with a start, screeching and flapping through the Lair and towards Scruff. Horrified, Scruff raised his hands above his head and tried to protect his eyes. While he was momentarily blinded, the twins grabbed buckets of tar they had stolen from the treehouse some time ago for inspiration and hurled the contents towards Scruff.

The thick liquid covered the angered spirit in a thick, black mess that weighted him to the spot. While he was incapacitated, Icelyn jumped in with a handful of marbles and threw them on the floor. As a dumbfounded Scruff tried to move out of the way of the flock of bats, his foot hit the marbles and he went skidding on to the floor once again.

“You little brat!” he gargled, trying to clear his face of the tar that was beginning t stick like glue. Next, the twins picked up the pillows they’d stolen from their parents room and tossed the insides towards the furious spirit, covering him in white feathers.

Scruff let out an angered yell, trying to pull himself up into a seated position.“You wanna play kids games?” he shouted. “Then, I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll-” But, before he could finish, the final phase of the children’s plan was put into play. Icelyn yanked on one of the chains in the Lair, sending the weight of a pulley system crashing down on Scruff’s head. 

Icelyn, comforted by her older brother, nodded and followed her brothers back through the corridor, shutting the Iron Maiden door behind her. Once they had gone, Scruff disappeared into the air: gone for now.

Scruff barely had a chance to cry out, falling back to the ground, unconscious. “Alright!” shouted Thorn, punching the air with his fist and high fiving his twin. “Nobody messes with the Boogie kids!”

“Best prank ever!” declared Storm.“Is he really-?” Icelyn asked nervously, making a face as she looked at Scruff’s body on the floor. “I-It looks like he’s out c-cold,” reassured Shadow, wrapping an arm around his sister’s shoulders. “C’mon, let’s go f-finish watching that movie.”

[universal-kitty]

💗 + DANTE

Send me a 💗+ an f/o and I'll tell you...

Who fell for the other first?

   Hard to say... I like to think we were certainly entranced by each other at first, but falling in love was a slow, patient process for us both. I guess we’ll never know~! :3c

Who said "I love you" first?

   I did. When I thought he was asleep. Jerkwad didn’t say anything until morning, when I realized- aw shit- I was caught. Eh, but I guess waking up to kisses and an, “I love you, too,” ain’t a bad way to go...

Who is more affectionate in public/private?

   Dante’s more public in spirit, private in action, I’m more private... Mostly because he’s just as anxious as Vergil is when it comes to losing someone he loves. So he tends to be careful and cautious when it comes to showing affection in public; not until he knows what he’s after or who’s after what. Cause if I got roped into something and was put in danger, he’d be stressed and pissed to hell for awhile for letting it happen. (Even though it couldn’t have been helped.)

Who initiates cuddle sessions?

   Dante more so than me. He loves contact and drinks it up like a man parched; I’m only happy to provide it all, even if I’m in the middle of something. (Hey, as long as he doesn’t hinder me until I’m done, we’re good.)

How do we cheer each other up?

   Dante’s best motivated with kisses, positive reinforcement, and cuddles. Maybe a funny movie or silly thing from my past. It’s a little harder to cheer me up, but that’s why Dante ended up getting my favorite music, soft blankets to pile up on me when I’m feeling sad, and plenty of affection. (Seeing those fangs don’t hurt either.... Aha-)

Who is more likely to plan a surprise date for the other?

   Dante! He loves that shit! Especially when he plans it and is able to pull it off bc it worked smoothly for once, wow--

Who suggests the more creative date ideas?

   I do! Dante is actually more cliche than I am, so it gives me the opportunity to offer up new ideas on what we could do for date night. (And also so I can do something without worrying what his latest surprise date will turn up to be.)

Who steals the other's clothes?

   I more than him. He’ll steal a shirt if he still hasn’t gotten around to washing his own stuff, but more than anything, I rob him blind. Especially of that coat. But he finds it ridiculously adorable so he can’t whine about it any until it comes time to do work and he needs it back.

Who is more likely to leave cute little sticky notes for the other to find?

   I do~!! Dante doesn’t do them as much, but I’m dedicated to my job...of leaving sticky notes around the place. Dante is increasingly impressed about all the places I can hide the damn things.

What our favourite thing to do during the summer is?

   Eat lots of ice cream/snow cones/strawberry sundaes. Half-cuddle while being blasted by the fan (since the AC typically breaks.) Probably go find a public swimming pool and cause some mayhem~

What our favourite thing to do during the winter?

   So. Many. Cuddles. Dorky sweaters and legit, comfy sweaters. Shopping for new gear. Snowball fights with the crew!!! Typically followed with hot chocolate after (especially cause talking with Kyrie is a delight; I adore her). Play pranks on Vergil and you ( @cryptidchaos ) for shits and giggles; holiday season, babey!!!

   ...Dante’s also being trying to teach me to ice skate, with minimal success.

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Favorite things.

season: Fall  pie: Cherry fruit: Limes ice cream flavor: Chocolate / Vanilla Swirl breakfast food: Pancakes, omelettes, hashbrowns -- the whole deal, just never in the MORNING ; his ACTUAL breakfast is just coffee, cigarettes, & aspirin. alcoholic drink: Straight whiskey, the cheaper the better ; dry gin martinis ; whatever  soda flavor: Diet Coke scent:  Leather, incense, ozone flowers: Roses animal: Cat movie: 2001: A Space Odyssey, Return of the Living Dead, The Faculty, & ALL the goofy B Sci Fi Flicks from the ‘50s tv show: The Twilight Zone & whatever trashy reality shows are running ; used to really dig The X - Files & Tales From the Crypt. book: War of the Worlds & The Invisible Man by H.G. Wells are old favorites ; can also recall bein’ real impressed with The Myth of Sisyphus by Albert Camus & ‘ A Cyborg Manifesto ’ by Donna Haraway when he sat - in on those Philosophy classes way back when  fairy tale: He really doesn’t know fairy tales  genre of music: New wave, industrial, goth rock, & ‘80s pop genre of movies: Sci - fi & horror, the campier the better genre of books:  Mythology, sci - fi, & assorted non - fiction -- philosophy, criminology, popular science, religion, psychology, etc . . .

Pick one.

hot or cold juice or soda tv or movie movie or book late night talk shows or reality tv twitter or instagram trees or flowers philosophy or psychology ocean or lake water park or amusement park cats or dogs freshwater or sparkling water sugar or honey cookies or candy bath or shower morning or night running or walking piercings or tattoos frozen yogurt or ice cream vanilla or chocolate caramel or butterscotch art or music t-shirt or button down text or call ghosts or aliens

Have they ever.

ridden a motorcycle: ‘Course, seeing as he’s owned a few stolen something: He’s so goddamn GOOD at stealing eaten an entire pizza by themselves: Usually happens after coming off a bender & ends badly made a prank call: ... Yeah broken a bone: Ribs, clavicle, jaw, fingers, etc. , etc  fallen asleep during a concert or movie: He’s fallen asleep to movies at HOME , but otherwise ? Nah walked out of a movie because it was so bad: Nope, he loves trash ! been on the phone with someone for longer than 2 hours: No dined & dashed: A few times, outta absolute necessity held a gun: Duh ding dong ditched: No, he thought that only happened in fable gone skinny dipping: Yeah cried during a movie: Sure, but mostly in absolute privacy smuggled food into a movie: Who the fuck wouldn’t ? lied to get a job: No practiced lines in from of a mirror: Nah tried to see how many marshmallows they can stuff in their mouth at once: No, but that’s not to say he WOULDN’T been kicked out of somewhere: God, yeah been on a blind date: No ghosted someone: Yes bragged about something they haven’t done: No  said i love you without meaning it: ... Does it help his case that it was a strictly PROFESSIONAL , information - gathering thing ? No ? Alright gotten in a fight: Oh yeah fallen asleep on a bus: Yep.

Miscellaneous.

how do they take their tea or coffee: Black. what is their ideal date: I’ve said it before & I’ll say it again : Swift’s got no concept of dating. But to pick something simple & traditional ? How ‘bout drinks & dancing ? Also wouldn’t mind going out to dinner as long as someone else is paying. what are some of their guilty pleasures: Bruce Springsteen’s music. Otherwise, Swift is pretty shameless about everything he enjoys.  longest they’ve stayed up for: It’s not RARE for him to string a few days together with nothing but microsleeps in between. Usually lasts for 2 or 3 at a time, but his standing record is close to a week. greatest talent: Besides his talent for self - destruction & that stuff he can do with his mouth ? The cocktail of perceptiveness, stealth, adaptability, intuition, experience & inexplicably dogged persistence that makes him so goddamn GOOD at his job. strange habits: Talks to himself & inanimate objects CONSTANTLY when he’s alone, sometimes without knowing he’s doing it. Paces around when he’s thinking. Watches peoples’ faces A LOT . Cracks gum loud enough to deafen anyone standing too close. Publicly cleans his nails with a pocket knife when he’s bored & doesn’t care who knows it. Promptly & wordlessly slams his head into nearby hard surfaces whenever his memory ‘ jams. ’ can they do a handstand: He’s never tried, but, in theory ? If he were relatively sober & had a few tries, he could probably get there. can they cook: He can make eggs, grilled cheeses, & pasta fine, but that’s only if he’s feelin’ focused enough to fire up the range. Mostly lives on take - out, no - cook stuff, & microwaveables, in that approximate order. do they have allergies: Not that he knows of. He IS lactose intolerant, which has never had ANY bearing on what he will or won’t eat. do they believe in love in first sight: He believes in a certain intuitive PULL  -- not LOVE so much as an early warning sign of it. & he might not even believe in that if he never EXPERIENCED it himself. have any special talents: Photographic . . . ISH memory.  Pick - pocketing. A verifiable virtuoso at the pool table. Can hold a conversation in ASL. Actually knows most of the popular ballroom dances, along with having generally good rhythm. Can DOUBLE - KNOT a cherry step with his tongue.

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THE ULTIMATE GET-TO-KNOW GUIDE.

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FAVORITE THINGS.

SEASON: Spring, when the flowers bloom once more COLOR: Yellow, a reminder of optimism, energy and happiness PIE: Doesn’t have a preference when it comes to pies ( but surely strawberry ) FRUIT: Strawberry ICE CREAM FLAVOR: Strawberry, since she enjoys finding bits of strawberries in the ice cream BREAKFAST FOOD: A bowl of fruits and yogourt, a bowl of rice with a sunny-side up on top or an avocado toast. It truly depends on what she has left in her kitchen, but she often goes for either three if possible. ALCOHOLIC DRINK: She always has beer in her fridge ( for those very long and tiring days ), but in terms of preferences, soju and sake are her go-to when outside. She has a knack for the flavoured soju as well, specifically peach and grapefruit. ( Something surprising to say the least as she initially disliked the taste of alcohol, but grew to appreciate it years later. ) SODA FLAVOR: None, she avoids drinking soda SCENT: Any soft floral scents, as they remind her of spring, but also the scents of any tea ( in other words, scents that are soothing ) FLOWER: Without a doubt, blossoms, and precisely cherry blossoms ANIMAL: Bunny MOVIE: Her list is quite long actually— though, Koizora: Setsunai Koi Monogatari is among one of her top movies if she has to name one. TV SHOW: The return of superman, since she enjoys watching the children being adorable BOOK: Strange case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde SUPERHERO: Doesn’t really have a preference FAIRY TALE: Too many to say the least GENRE OF MUSIC: Differs greatly over the years, depending on the mood majorly. She is capable to enjoy classical music one moment and rock the other. In terms of constancy, she listens to a lot of hip hop, RnB and indie. GENRE OF MOVIES: Action, animations, comedy, drama, fantasy, romance and suspense GENRE OF BOOKS: Fiction ( action, anthology, classic, comic, crime, fantasy, mythology, romance and suspense ) and poetry

PICK ONE.

hot or cold juice or soda TV or movie movie or book late night talk shows or reality tv twitter or instagram trees or flowers philosophy or psychology ocean or lake water park or amusement park cats or and dogs fresh water or sparkling water sugar or honey cookies or candy bath or shower morning or night running or walking piercings or and tattoos frozen yogurt or ice cream vanilla or chocolate caramel or butterscotch art or and music t-shirt or and button down text or call ghosts or aliens

HAVE THEY EVER.

RIDDEN A MOTORCYCLE: No STOLEN SOMETHING: No EATEN AN ENTIRE PIZZA BY THEMSELVES: Yes MADE A PRANK CALL: No BROKEN A BONE: Yes FALLEN ASLEEP DURING A CONCERT OR MOVIE: Yes WALKED OUT OF A MOVIE BECAUSE IT WAS SO BAD: No BEEN ON THE PHONE WITH SOMEONE FOR LONGER THAN 2 HOURS: Yes DINED & DASHED: No HELD A GUN: No DING DONG DITCHED: No GONE SKINNY DIPPING: No CRIED DURING A MOVIE: Yes SMUGGLED FOOD INTO A MOVIE: Yes LIED TO GET A JOB: No PRACTICED LINES IN FRONT OF A MIRROR: Yes TRIED TO SEE HOW MANY MARSHMALLOWS THEY CAN STUFF IN THEIR MOUTH AT ONCE: Yes BEEN KICKED OUT OF SOMEWHERE: No BEEN ON A BLIND DATE: Yes GHOSTED SOMEONE: Yes ( Seoah used to date someone, someone who she thought was a good man to her. At first, her impression was right. He loved her and she loved him. As time passed though, sweet nothings became insults and threats. Loving embraces and pecks turned into bruises and worse— He was her nightmare in disguise. However, she fought through and escaped his grasp. She ran away and never returned to him. She thought the man would be good to her. He was just a sickening opportunist who happened to pass by when she was most vulnerable. In 2017, she wrote a song about it: Last Carnival. To give comfort to those who experienced something similar. ) BRAGGED ABOUT SOMETHING THEY HAVEN’T DONE: No SAID I LOVE YOU WITHOUT MEANING IT: No GOTTEN IN A FIGHT: Yes, unwillingly FALLEN ASLEEP ON A BUS: Yes

MISCELLANEOUS.

HOW DO THEY TAKE THEIR TEA OR COFFEE: She’s really not picky with her tea. For coffee, she drinks iced americano whenever it is necessary ( during work, which means most of the time to keep herself awake ). Though, she tends to go for a caramel macchiato or a green tea latte ( so she doesn’t get too dependent on strong caffeine ).   WHAT IS THEIR IDEAL DATE: Rather than a preferred activity or location, Seoah enjoys the simple idea of having to spend time with the one she loves, when both are enjoying and cherishing it by doing something they both adore. WHAT ARE SOME OF THEIR GUILTY PLEASURES: Excessively long periods in the bathtub, reading web comics through her phone’s application LONGEST THEY’VE STAYED UP FOR: Almost 72 hours due to hasty preparations for her single Sorry ( from the recording of the single to the music video ) BIGGEST PURCHASE: An apartment for her family GREATEST TALENT: She is talented in singing, composing music, writing lyrics and playing two instruments: guitar and piano STRANGE HABITS: She is capable to eat fruits with their peels like oranges, kiwis and watermelons FIRST JOB: Street performer, though that isn’t really a job— an unstable job, if it is considered as one CAN THEY DO A HANDSTAND: Yes CAN THEY COOK: The basics, she’s learning more recipes whenever she has the time DO THEY BELIEVE IN THE PARANORMAL: Yes, let’s not discredit what can’t be proven of their nonexistence DO THEY HAVE ALLERGIES: No DO THEY BELIEVE IN LOVE IN FIRST SIGHT: Not anymore HAVE ANY SPECIAL TALENTS: Can’t really think of one