#But hey I guess this was the last great disappointment huh?

[chososlilprincess]

last part of virgin!Choso<3 (im gonna write more for him tho, just in other scenarios!!) other parts here: part 1 part 2 part 4

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Virgin Choso who stands on his small balcony, looking over the city, a grey cloud creeping out between his lips.

Choso had taken up smoking. He’d asked Leiri about it when he’d seen her doing it, and she’d told him it helped her to relax. he’d bought a pack right after that. The first couple of times he’d coughed the smoke out. But now he does it smoothly, inhaling and exhaling the smoke with no problem. It makes him feel at ease even just for a moment, and lord knows he needs it right now. Humans are fucking weird he thinks, they’d jepordize their health for a little break from their troubles. Guess that doesnt sound so ridiculous now that he thinks about it. Either way hes a human now too, or a half one atleast.

he squeezes the cigarette into an ashtray and looks at the time when he hears the door bell ringing. Its late and you’re here.

he hears you running up the stairs, and when you get to the top you run to him, giving him a soft hug. His heart keens.

“hi Choso!” you smile and let go of him, he immediately misses the feel of you, “hey,” he mumbles.

“why do you smell like cigerattes?” you huff and your nose crickles. cute.

he raises his shoulders.

“i cant believe it…who taught u to do that huh?” you make a disappointed face and fold your arms, tapping your foot on the floor. And he knows youre just joking, you and Yuji have been using enough sarcasm around him for him to have a pretty good understanding of it.

“Leiri,” he shrugs.

“of course…that hag,” you grin. And you look so fucking adorable, in your little outfit, and the way you look when you smile makes him weak. He has your bag ready on the couch, he had washed your panties before putting everything back into it. But he can’t think about that now, or he’ll turn bright red.

he sighs “i made dinner,” he says, “if you’re hungry,” you stop infront of him and you almost look like youre gonna cry from happiness. “im starving,” you say quickly, “what did you make?”

He’d made rice bowls for you. your favourite. And you eat like a girl who’d gotten her first meal in months. Happily humming while eating your food.

Rather than focusing on eating his own bowl, he thinks about eating every meal of the day with you, sitting across from him.

when you’re done you put your plate in the sink and you yawn, you look adorable when you yawn, you look adorable when you do anything.

you turn around, “Choso?”

his heart skips a beat. he nods.

“it’s really late and um…dark outside and i don’t really want to walk home alone,” you look away, are you….blushing?

“is it okay if i stay here for the night?”

And hes heard the stories. About what happens to pretty girls when they’re alone at night and they don’t see the stranger walking behind them. And his fist clenches at the thought of someone being mean to you. He’s stronger than any human. he’d crush their fucking skull.

“you can stay,” he says quickly, a little too eagerly he realises. And you smile, “give me your plate,” you say, looking greatful that he let you stay, unknowing of the fact that he’d do just about anything if it meant your safety, or your happiness.

You start washing the dishes in his tiny kitchen, and when Choso tries insisting that he wants to help, you splash a bit of water on him. And you laugh so sweetly, when he jumps a little, trying not to get hit.

When youre done washing up, You both stand in silence for a while. For some reason its not as akward as it sounds.

“i will sleep on the couch,” he says,

“no Choso…id feel bad, you sleep in your bed,” you mumble.

You both argue like that for a while, and youre not letting up. stubborn little human.

you both get quiet for a moment.

“how big is your bed?”

“Queen size,”

“so why dont we just…sleep in it together?”

youre blushing slightly again. it must be his imagination.

And then he thinks about it. Friends sleep in the same bed sometimes right? you dont mean anything by it, he thinks, its just you being polite.

“i guess…we could do that yes,” he agrees.

you smile and nod, “okay,”

Choso excuses himself to go to the bathroom then, telling you to go ahead and get ready for bed.

He looks at himself in the mirror. He takes out his buns, his hair falling down to his shoulders. His eyes are dark and sunken. He looks dead he thinks. He looks down, “behave,” he says quietly, mostly to his heart, but also his dick.

he buries his head in his hands And He realizes he cant, he realizes the second he’s gonna look at you in his bed, he won’t be able to stop himself. to stop himself from confessing everything he feels, everything he’s done. that he thinks about you all the time, that you drive him insane, that he stole your pretty panties and came in his hand from the smell of your wet cunt.

When he rounds the corner of his bedroom, you’re sitting patiently on the edge of his bed, waiting for him.

“i am going to sleep on the couch, i don’t think this is a good idea,” he says it quickly, before he changes his mind, before its too late to go back.

you open your mouth to speak, hesitating a little.

“is it because of what yuji told me?”

his brain goes quiet. “what?”

“that you…that you like me?”

fuck. its over. he sighs angrily. that little fucki-

you stand and walk to him.

and when you put your hand on his chest, for a moment he forgets why hes mad, he forgets who he is and what year hes in. all he sees is you. And how close you are all of a sudden. and how youre leaning in, standing on your tippy toes, pressing your soft lips to his, in a short gentle kiss. His world stops for a moment.

And when he regains his senses, his instincts take over and he kisses you back ferociously, it’s sloppy and uncoordinated, but neither of you seem to care.

You walk backwards onto his bed, and you push him down so he’s sitting on the edge. He looks at you like a puppy dog, and his cheeks are flushed red.

When you sit down in his lap his dick twitches in his pants.

“i- i didnt think you…,” he stutters. he doesn’t really believe what’s happening.

“well i do,” you say, while cupping his face in your hands. “a lot,”

“can i…” he needs it he needs it he needs it, “can i eat your pussy?” he mumbles it quietly.

your eyes widen. fuck, he shouldn’t have said that, it was way too fast, you were just kissing.

“oh…uh okay,”

fuck. yes.

he lifts you up from his lap, and you skriek a little from surprise. He puts you down in a chair in the corner of his bedroom.

he gets on his knees infront of you and speaks quietly,

“i…im sorry i,” he sniffles a little, he’s so overwhelmed. And you’re letting him taste you.

you lean down and give him a kiss, biting your lip slightly.

“its okay…we can talk later, if you need it i’ll give it to you okay?”

And fuck he almost cries, and he buries his face in your lap. You shush him a little, caressing his hair. Hes hugging your legs.

He lifts his head, and you start unbuttoning your pants. Slowly sliding them down your hips as they fall to the floor. You spread your legs and he whimpers. Your panties are pink this time, and theres a big wet spot on them. And he doesn’t spare a second, he dives his head into your cunt, rubbing his face in it and licking at the wet spot desperately. you moan his name softly, and he cant help but grind his hard cock against the leg of the chair. Hes pathetic but he doesnt care, he wants you to feel good, he wants to make you cum on his face. He groans into your weeping pussy as he thinks about you cumming for him.

He pulls away a little, silently begging you to remove your panties. He wants to see your pussy so bad. His pussy.

You slide down your panties to reveal your soaked cunt. Choso almost growls. He looks up at you, asking for permission to keep going. you nod, your eyes half lidded. Spoiled little princess, he thinks, and thats exactly how hes going to treat you from now on.

he leans in again, kissing your pussy and it makes a wet sound. He licks his lips and groans deeply at your taste. He starts lapping at your cunt like a dehydrated puppy. He’s making out with your pussy now, swiping his tongue all over. You can tell he’s inexperienced, but it doesn’t matter, he’s doing such a good job.

you feel so good, his tongue is too much, its all too much. You love him so much. And you cum unexpectedly, crying out his name, begging him to keep going and he whines. You thrash around and Choso keeps you steady, his strong hands grasping your hips.

After youre done he keeps licking up your cum, making sure youre cleaned.

“Choso…stop, too much,” you say softly.

He pulls away.

His face is covered in your juices, dripping all the way down his neck. And he looks so happy. He stands up, like its on instinct. He needs to hold you.

He grabs you into his arms and plop down onto the bed, with you on his chest. He squeezes you into him, kissing your hair while you slide your panties on again.

“mine,” he says softly. youre his now.

You look up at him, searching his eyes, “Choso i wanna um…you know,” you gesture to his crotch. you want to make him feel good too.

but he looks away shyly. its embarrassing and pathetic, “i um..,” he sits up with you in his lap.

He doesnt feel hard under you anymore. And then it clicks.

“oh my god did you…”

he blushes furiously and nods, “its embarrassing,” he had cum in his pants the second he put his face in your bare pussy.

“no! no…it’s really…hot,” you reason and he looks less embarrassed. He looks into your eyes then, looks at your pretty little face and he already knows he wants you to be his forever.

“do you want to be my girlfriend?” he asks nervously.

you giggle and nod eagerly, jumping on him, wrapping your arms around him and nuzzling into his neck.

hes the luckiest man in the world he thinks. And you both fall asleep, you laying on his chest.

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guys they didn’t actually fuck and i’m SORRY

now….part 4?? hey!!! HEY OKAY IM SORRY!! comment if yall want more ill do a lil short one where buddy ACTUALLY looses his virginity.

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[orchidniins]

oh i NEED pt 2 of Serendipitous Beginnings🙏

Serendipitous Beginnings Pt. 2 | Arthur Frederick

Summary: Y/N and Arthur finally spend some much time together and go on their first date. Between movie nights and cute museum dates, it's clear they've fallen hard for each other. Pairings: ArthurTV x afab!Reader Warnings: Mature content, Smut, Fluff Word Count: 6k

A/N: Thanks to everyone who showed love on my first post! I wanted to write a part 2 for this with all the cute little ideas in my head. This fic is basically a little collection of events and just a little sprinkle of smut right at the end. I hope you enjoy!

Masterlist ⟡ Part 1

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You awaken on Saturday, later than your usual wake-up time, feeling a faint headache throbbing behind your temples. Despite the headache, your mind is abuzz with the memories of last night's conversations with Arthur. The lingering memories of the night's events are still fresh in your mind.

As you reach for your phone, a smile tugs at the corner of your lips, eager to see if Arthur had messaged you. Sure enough, his name lights up your screen, and you can't help but feel a rush of happiness as you read his message. The two of you had stayed up pretty much all night texting, the conversation flowing effortlessly between you.

Eventually, it was mutually decided to stop texting and finally catch some sleep, but now, even with maybe only two hours of sleep, you're still buzzing with excitement to keep the conversation going. You couldn't help but grin at your phone, fingers tapping out quick replies

Arthur: Hey! Morning! 😊 Arthur: Did you manage to get any sleep in? Y/N: Hey! Good Morning 😊 Y/N: Yeah, I did. Just barely. Did you sleep well? Arthur: Yeah, I managed to get a few hours in too. Couldn't stop thinking about our conversation though. Y/N: Haha, same here! I guess we'll just have to continue it in person, huh? 😉 Arthur: Did you wanna maybe grab some lunch today? Y/N: That sounds great! I'd love to. Where were you thinking? Arthur: How about that place we talked about yesterday? Y/N: Perfect! Can't wait 😊

Eagerly agreeing to meet Arthur for lunch, excitement courses through you at the thought of spending more time with him. However, as you're about to set your phone down, a sinking feeling settles in the pit of your stomach. You had completely forgotten about your plans with Sienna to meet up with a mutual friend who was in town for the weekend.

Y/N: Hey, Arthur! I'm so sorry, but something's come up for today. Can we reschedule for tomorrow? Arthur: Oh, no worries! Tomorrow won't work for me, I've got a shoot scheduled. Y/N: Ah, got it. No problem. Maybe another time then? Arthur: Definitely! Let's figure something out soon. 😊

After a bit more back-and-forth, the conversation trails off, leaving you feeling disappointed that your plans with Arthur didn't pan out. With a sigh, you set your phone aside and get out of bed, heading towards Sienna's bedroom to check in on her.

Entering her room, you find her sprawled out on the bed, half of her body hanging off the edge, her hair messy and makeup smeared. You try to wake her up gently, but she protests, murmuring, "No, not yet, five more minutes."

"Siii," you say, nudging her shoulder, "you know I turned down a date for this lunch today, so you better get up, or I'm gonna have to use violence." Sienna groans in response, still half-asleep, but your mention of a date piques her interest. "A date? What do you mean, a date?" she asks, her eyes fluttering open as she tries to grasp the situation.

You chuckle at her confusion. "I was just kidding, but we better make it to that café on time. You're the one who insisted we go there, even if it's a 50-minute drive from here. Now, get up." Sienna, still groggy, fixates on the idea of a date. "Okay, but what date?" she mumbles, her words slurred with sleep.

With a laugh, you shake your head and say, "Nothing, just get ready," before leaving her room to get ready yourself.

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Over the next few days, despite the promise to meet up, neither you nor Arthur seemed to find the time. It had been over a week since the initial plan was made, and your schedules were keeping you both occupied. Arthur had spent a few days away from London for a shoot, while your own commitments to classes, coursework, and your TA job filled your days from dawn till dusk.

The conversation between you over text seemed to flow effortlessly though. Whether it was during breaks between classes or late at night after a long day of work, hours slipped by unnoticed as you traded stories, shared interests, and laughed at each other's jokes. Even through the screen, you felt like there was undeniable chemistry.

In person, however, it was a different story. Whenever you crossed paths with Arthur in person, whether for the few minutes you had while entering or leaving your apartment, the atmosphere became charged with a hint of awkwardness. Your face-to-face interactions were tinged with an unspoken tension. Probably owing to the fact that neither of you had addressed the hot and steamy kiss shared the other night, leaving many unanswered questions. And neither of you knew how to broach the subject, leaving the issue lingering between you like an elephant in the room.

Today, you're rushing out of your apartment, a whirlwind of activity as you stuff papers into your backpack, your mind preoccupied with the evening class you volunteered to handle for a professor.

You stand outside the elevator, tapping your foot impatiently, waiting for the doors to open. As they slide open, you're about to step in when you're met with Arthur's smiling face.

"Hey," Arthur greets you warmly, his eyes brightening at the sight of you.

"Hey," you reply, mustering a smile as you step into the elevator beside him.

"How're things going?" Arthur asks, his voice laced with genuine interest.

"All good," you respond, offering a brief nod. "Just heading to TA for an evening class."

Arthur nods in understanding. "You've been pretty occupied lately, huh?"

You chuckle softly. "Yeah, well you know… Where are you off to?"

"I'm meeting some friends for a drink.", Arthur responds.

"That sounds fun," you say, though inwardly you can't help but feel a twinge of disappointment that your paths are diverging once again.

The elevator ride continues in silence, the awkward tension lingering between you like a thick fog. You bite your tongue, racking your brain for something to say to break the uneasy atmosphere. Finally, just as the elevator doors slide open, you blurt out, "Are you free tomorrow night?"

Arthur's eyebrows raise in surprise. "Um, I think so," he replies, sounding intrigued.

"I was thinking of having a movie marathon," you explain, feeling a surge of nervous energy. "And I was hoping to have someone along for it."

A hint of a smile plays at the corners of Arthur's lips. "That sounds like a plan," he says, his eyes brightening with interest. "What were you thinking of watching?"

You grin, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. "How about 'The Lord of the Rings'?" you suggest eagerly.

Arthur's eyes light up at the suggestion. "Yes! I love Lord of the Rings. Have you watched the extended versions? If not, we could watch those," he says, genuine excitement in his voice.

Just as excited, you reply, "Yeah! I’d love that."

"Great, sounds like a plan," Arthur confirms with enthusiasm.

Feeling a weight lift off your shoulders, you say, "My place tomorrow? I’ll text you the time."

"Definitely. I'll see you then," Arthur replies.

With that, you bid Arthur goodbye as you step out of the elevator, feeling a sense of excitement building in your chest. Maybe this movie marathon would finally give you the chance to address the elephant in the room and see where things could go with Arthur. But your thoughts are interrupted by the fact that you didn't want to be late to set up for class. You wave him goodbye and head out.

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Before you know it, the day of your movie night arrives. You make sure to stock up on snacks and drinks, preparing for a cozy evening. With Sienna out of the city for work till next week, you have the place all to yourself. You take the time to set up the couch with extra pillows and grab an additional blanket from Sienna's room, ensuring everything is just right for your evening with Arthur.

However, for a fleeting moment, you can't help but overthink why you're going to such lengths. It's not like this was a date, just two friends hanging out. But you quickly brush off the thought when you hear a knock on your door. Taking a deep breath to shake off the nerves, you stride over to the door and swing it open, revealing Arthur standing on the other side.

"Hey!" he greets you with a warm smile, holding up a bag of snacks. "I brought some snacks for movie night. Hope you like popcorn and chocolate!"

You return his smile, feeling relieved at the sight of him. "That's perfect! Come on in," you say, stepping aside to let him enter. "I've set up the living room for our movie marathon. Make yourself at home."

As Arthur steps in, you close the door behind him, trying your best to calm your nerves. Tonight was supposed to be fun, you remind yourself, a simple movie watching experience between friends. Definitely not a date, just two friends hanging out.

You settle onto the couch, gesturing for Arthur to join you. He takes off his jacket and joins you. There's a brief moment of silence as you both get comfortable, but you're determined to keep the atmosphere light.

"So, how's your week been?" you asked, turning to Arthur in an attempt to break the awkward silence.

Arthur leaned back against the cushions, a thoughtful expression crossing his features. "Kind of busy," he replied with a chuckle. "Filming schedules have been hectic lately, but it's been pretty fun filming with my mates. How about you?"

You shrugged, a wry smile playing on your lips. "Same old, same old. Classes, TA gig, grading papers, dealing with undergrads….," You trail off, not wanting to bore him with the details of your day-to-day responsibilities.

But Arthur seems genuinely interested. "I bet you're great at it though," he says, leaning closer, his eyes sparkling with sincerity.

You feel a warmth spread through you at his words, grateful for his encouragement. "Haha, thanks, Arthur," you reply, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips, your eyes locked with his.

As the movie progressed, you found yourselves immersed in discussing your favorite scenes and characters. The initial awkwardness began to dissipate, replaced by an easy flow of conversation and laughter, and soon the movie became nothing more than background noise.

Before long, you realized that as the conversation flowed, you were sitting much closer to Arthur. Your knees brushed against each other as you faced one another on the couch. His arm draped over the back, his fingers lightly grazing your shoulder, sending delightful shivers down your spine.

Lost in the moment, you couldn't help but wonder why you had ever felt awkward around him in the first place. It felt as though the universe had conspired to bring you together. The desire to kiss him again bubbled up inside you, igniting a warmth that spread through your entire being.

With each passing second, it became increasingly difficult to ignore the palpable tension between you, leaving you hopeful that perhaps Arthur felt the same way.

In the silence that followed, the air between you seemed charged with anticipation. Slowly, almost hesitantly, the two of you leaned in towards each other, the space between you narrowing with each heartbeat.

His gaze met yours, "This feels familiar," Arthur murmured, breaking the silence. You couldn't help but laugh, relieved that at least one of you had acknowledged it.

"Does it now?" you replied, a playful grin tugging at the corners of your lips. "So, you do remember."

"How could I forget?" Arthur's voice was barely above a whisper, his words sending a shiver down your spine. "It's been on my mind ever since."

As he leaned in closer, a surge of excitement coursed through you. "Well, good then," you replied, your heart pounding in your chest. Without hesitation, his lips meet yours.

You shifted closer, your hands finding their way to his shoulders, his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you into him. With a gentle but firm grip, he pulled you onto his lap, your bodies fitting together perfectly as if they were meant to be intertwined. The warmth of his touch sent a jolt of electricity through your body.

You melt into each other in a passionate kiss, the world around you seems to fade away, leaving only the two of you in your own private universe. His lips were soft, moving with a rhythm that matched yours. With each brush of his lips, it sends the blood rushing down to your core.

Lost in the heat of the kiss, you pressed yourself closer to him. Tangling your hands in his soft hair, savoring the feeling of his arms around you, the warmth of his body against yours.

When you finally pulled away, breathless, you found yourself lost in his gaze, unable to tear your eyes away from his. And you couldn’t remember the last time someone looked at you with such intensity.

As you both caught your breath, a wave of relief washed over you, the tension that had been building between you finally dissipating. With a gentle smile, he breaks the silence, his voice soft but determined. "Let me take you on a proper date," he says, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Okay," you chuckle softly, feeling excited at his words, a fluttering in your stomach as you look back at him. "I’m free this Friday," you reply, your voice filled with warmth. With a playful smile, you lean in and give him a little peck on the lips.

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You were thrilled when Arthur suggested meeting at the history museum after class, eagerly looking forward to spending time together. You even took the extra effort to dress up a bit for the occasion. However, as you hurriedly made your way there, excitement turned to frustration as you realized you were running late. The class you were assisting in had unexpectedly extended, leaving you racing against time as the museum's closing hour approached. You quickly texted Arthur, apologizing for the delay and assured him that you were on your way, determined to make it there as soon as possible.

Y/N: Hey, sorry I'm running a bit late 😅 Y/N: Class ran over, but I'll be there soon! Arthur: No worries at all. I'm just glad you can make it Arthur: Take your time 😊

With determination, you quicken your pace, determined not to let the opportunity slip away. As you finally arrive at the museum, you spot Arthur waiting patiently outside the entrance. He looks great, dressed in a nice crewneck sweatshirt and black cargos, it makes your heart skip a beat at just how good he looked.

You hurry over to him, eager to make up for lost time. "Hey!" you exclaim, a wide smile spreading across your face as you reach him.

"Hey," Arthur greets you warmly, his eyes lighting up with genuine delight at the sight of you. He opens his arms, inviting you into a warm embrace.

You gladly accept the hug, reveling in his warmth and the comforting scent of his cologne. "Sorry I'm late," you say softly, pulling away slightly to meet his gaze.

Arthur shakes his head, a reassuring smile playing on his lips. "No need to apologize. I'm just happy you're here now," he assures you, his voice filled with warmth.

You feel a surge of relief at his response. "Thanks for waiting," you say gratefully, reaching out to give his hand a reassuring squeeze.

Arthur squeezes your hand back, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through you. "Of course, it's no problem. We can always do something else if the museum's closed," he suggests, ever the considerate gentleman, despite the museum being almost 15 mins past closing.

But you shake your head, determined not to let the evening go to waste. "No, no, just trust me on this," you insist.

Arthur raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your enthusiasm. "Alright… I trust you," he says with a smile, willing to go along with your plan.

With a grin, you take Arthur's hand and lead him towards the side entrance of the museum. As you walk, you quickly glance at your phone to confirm the last-minute plans one final time, the ones you made on the subway over, sending a quick text message. Then, slipping your phone back into your pocket, you look up to flash Arthur a smile, and he returns it with warmth in his eyes.

You head to the side entrance and spot your friend. Waving enthusiastically, you exchange greetings and shake hands, expressing your gratitude once again. "Thank you again, I owe you big time," you say appreciatively.

"Not a problem at all," your friend responds warmly as he lets the two of you in "Anything for a friend. Just make sure to leave before 8 p.m."

You nod in agreement and turn to Arthur, excitement bubbling within you as you lead him inside. His curious gaze prompts you to explain the situation. "That guy was an old graduate advisor of mine," you begin, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "He's works here as a curator now."

Arthur's eyes widen with interest as he looks around, taking in the museum's atmosphere. "I have to say… that’s quite impressive," he remarks, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

"Yeah, his job's pretty cool," you reply, nodding in agreement.

But Arthur interrupts you before you can say anything further. "No, not that… you. You are quite surprising… in a good way," he adds with a playful smirk, his hand still holding yours. You feel a blush creeping up to your cheeks at his compliment.

You chuckle softly, feeling shy at his words, "Just give me more time to impress you further with my wildly interesting mind," you playfully quip, unable to contain the grin that spreads across your face.

Arthur's smile widens in response, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he admires your playful banter.

Turning away to hide your embarrassment, you reply, "Anyways, we have two hours now… best not waste any time," as you pull him towards the main hall.

The museum is bathed in the soft glow of a few lights, casting a gentle ambiance over the now empty hall. Excitement courses through you as you eagerly lead Arthur around, pointing out each exhibit with enthusiasm. Arthur listens intently, his eyes filled with genuine interest as he witnesses how passionate you sound.

With each second passing, he finds himself increasingly impressed by just how intelligent you are, finding himself melting at each of your words.

He often found himself just looking at you, mesmerized by your beauty, and sometimes forgetting to even glance at the displays. It still felt surreal to him that you were here with him right now.

"You know," you share, a hint of nostalgia coloring your voice, "when I was a kid, my dad used to bring me here whenever he had work in the city. He’d always bring me along with him."

"It's always been one of my favorite places in London," you conclude with a smile.

Arthur smiles warmly, his admiration evident as he responds, "I can see why."

As the two of you continue to explore the halls, the world outside the museum fades away, leaving you in your own private sanctuary. Stolen glances, brushes of hands, and a shared electricity fill the air, making this the most enjoyable date you've ever had.

As the evening progresses, you find yourselves completely immersed in each other's company, sharing stories and laughing without a care in the world. Arthur's admiration for you grows with each passing moment, his heart feeling lighter in your presence. Lost in the magic of the moment, you both find yourselves laughing and running around the museum halls, creating memories that will last a lifetime. Arthur captures candid photos of you, the echoes of your laughter filling the empty corridors.

Caught up in the magic of the moment, Arthur can't help but stare at you with admiration, his eyes drinking in your beauty. You stand before a display of jade artifacts, leaning closer to examine the intricate details, while sharing a story about a similar find or an excavation you volunteered on last year. "This is fascinating, isn’t it?" you remark, turning to Arthur with a sparkle in your eyes.

As you await his response, you're met with a lingering gaze, his eyes intense and unwavering. Feeling a warmth spread across your cheeks, you can't help but inquire with a small chuckle, "What?"

"You know," he begins, his voice soft with sincerity, "you're absolutely stunning."

You chuckle at his compliment, feeling a warm blush spread across your cheeks. "Oh, stop it," you tease, playfully nudging him. "You're not so bad yourself."

His gaze remains fixed on you, his expression filled with genuine affection. "I mean it," he insists, his voice barely above a whisper. "You're truly amazing."

You meet his gaze, feeling a flutter of excitement in your chest. "Well, I guess I can't argue with that," you joke, a playful grin tugging at the corners of your lips. "But I must say, you're not so bad at dishing out compliments either." You pause, your tone softening. "Thanks, Arthur."

Arthur smiles warmly, his eyes reflecting the sincerity of his words. "Anytime," he replies, his hand squeezing yours gently. "I just call it like I see it."

With a contented sigh, you fully face him now, reveling in the comfortable silence that envelops you both. The quiet of the museum amplifies the intimacy of the moment, and you find yourself drawn to Arthur, his presence filling you with warmth and affection.

Arthur leans in closer, his heart pounding in his chest as he presses a soft kiss to your lips. As he pulls away slightly, his breath tickling your skin.

You smile back at him, your cheeks flushed as your hand finds the back of his head, gently pulling him closer. As your lips meet his, you eagerly return the kiss, losing yourself in the sensation of his lips against yours. In that moment, nothing else matters, not caring about the passing time or potential interruptions.

As you reluctantly pull away, a soft smile plays on your lips. "It's getting late," you murmur, glancing at your watch. "A lot later than we were supposed to stay."

Arthur rests his forehead against yours, smiling down at you. "Okay, let's head back," he suggests, his voice tinged with a hint of disappointment.

"But hey, how about we grab dinner on the way back?" you suggest, a playful glint lighting up Arthur's eyes as he nods eagerly.

With a smile, you reach for his hand, intertwining your fingers as you make your way out of the museum. As you walk, you take a moment to text your friend, expressing your gratitude for letting the two of you sneak in and apologizing for overstaying your welcome.

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After leaving the museum, the two of you walked a few blocks to a cozy restaurant nearby, to grab some food before you sadly had to end your date. The warm glow of the restaurant's interior welcomed you as you stepped inside, finding a quiet corner to enjoy your meal together.

As you savored each bite and shared lighthearted conversation, it became evident that neither of you were quite ready to end the evening just yet. With a reluctant sigh, you eventually found yourselves back in the lobby of your apartment building, waiting for the elevator to arrive.

The anticipation hung heavy in the air as you stood side by side, nerves buzzing beneath the surface. Unable to resist the urge any longer, you finally turned to Arthur, your voice tinged with nervousness. "Do you want to come back to mine?" you asked, your heart pounding in your chest.

Arthur's gaze met yours, his eyes reflecting a hint of apprehension. Slowly, he nodded his head, his own nerves evident.

He had been to your place before, but tonight felt different, the stakes somehow higher, or perhaps that was just the horny part of his brain taking over. He wanted nothing more than to be glued by your side, yet he also wanted to be respectful of your boundaries, especially after the wonderful time you had today.

A nervous chuckle escaped him as he tried to ease the tension. "I'd love to," he replied with a slight voice crack. You couldn't help but laugh, your laughter bubbling up uncontrollably, joined by his as you both shared in the moment, breaking the tension that had settled between you.

As soon as you and Arthur step into your apartment, the door closes behind you with a soft click, enveloping you both in the intimate glow of the dimly lit space. The air feels somewhat thicker, and though you had spent quite a cute and romantic evening, all you could think about was just how much you wanted him right now.

As if on autopilot, your body moves on its own accord. You close the distance between you in an instant, pressing your lips against his. Your hands instinctively find their way to his firm chest, while his slowly rise to grasp your waist, pulling you closer as you usher him further into the apartment. The kiss is hungry and urgent, reflecting the desire between you two.

You continue to kiss each other, your lips locked in a fervent kiss. Occasionally, you break apart just long enough to catch your breath. As the heat between you grows, your hands roam eagerly.

In the midst of your passionate exchange, you manage to breathe out a whispered "Bedroom," your warm breath grazing his skin, sending shivers down his spine. Without hesitation, you both stumble together towards the bedroom, both of you equally as eager.

Once you're in your bedroom, you guide him to sit on the edge of the bed, your movements fluid and confident. You position yourself between his legs, feeling the heat radiating from his body as his hands find their place on your hips, pulling you closer.

You lean in, capturing his lips again, igniting a fiery passion between you. His hands trail up the back of your shirt, leaving tingles in their wake as you deepen the kiss, your fingers tangling in his soft, fluffy hair.

With newfound boldness, his hands move down to your ass, giving it a teasing squeeze that sends a jolt of electricity through you, before he trails his hands down to the back of your thighs.

Arthur pulls you onto his lap, a low hum escaping his lips as you shuffle over his growing arousal. You bite down on his bottom lip, a gasp escaping you as you feel the hardness beneath his clothes. "God, Arthur," you breathe out, your voice heavy with desire as his hands continue to knead the soft flesh of your thighs.

As your shirts come off in the heat of the moment, your hands eagerly explore his body, tracing every contour and eliciting soft groans from him. His mouth and tongue muffle your shuddering gasp as you grind yourself against his clothed crotch, the friction sending waves of pleasure coursing through both of you. Your kisses grow more passionate, tongues intertwining, exploring each other's mouths desperately.

You pant out his name, your body overtaken by the intense sensation, but Arthur suddenly pulls away from the kiss and grips your hips firmly, halting your movements. Confusion clouds your expression, wondering if this wasn't what he wanted after all.

He notices the flicker of self-doubt in your eyes, his hand instinctively reaching up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his smile as reassuring as ever. "Don't worry, darling," he begins, his voice gentle yet earnest. "I love what we're doing, don’t get me wrong…big fan of sex, and you are incredibly sexy. But I just want to make sure you know that I like you very much, Y/n. I mean, really like you. This is more than just something physical for me. I love spending time with you, and I think you are one of the most beautiful women I have ever had the opportunity to lay my eyes on."

You melt at his heartfelt words, a blush creeping up on your cheeks at his sincerity. Arthur's genuine expression reassures you, his intent clear as day. It's endearing how he takes the time to ensure there's no doubt in your mind about his feelings.

You reach for his face, holding it gently between your hands as you stare deeply into his captivating eyes. "I really like you too, you know," you admit, sincerity echoing in your voice. "I don't just jump into bed with any odd guy." A smile dances on your lips as you share a brief moment of understanding, sealing it with a small kiss on the tip of his nose.

As you pull back, his fingers linger on your waist for a few seconds, sending goosebumps rippling across your skin in a sweet, tingling sensation.

As you resume kissing, your hands begin to trail down to the button of his trousers, starting to undo them. But once again, Arthur stops you, gently pulling away from your embrace. "Wait," he murmurs, his voice low and husky, "Lay down on your back for me."

You comply, as Arthur gently moves you off of him, the anticipation building as you settle onto the bed, watching intently as Arthur moves closer. With ease, he helps you slide off your jeans and panties, his touch sending tingles down your spine, each moment feeling more intimate than the last.

Once you're fully exposed before him, Arthur takes a moment to admire the sight before him, his gaze filled with desire and admiration. He begins to remove his own clothes, his movements deliberate yet filled with an undeniable hunger.

The atmosphere in the room shifted from one of urgency and desperation to something lighter and sweeter. He leaned over you, his touch gentle and reassuring as he positioned himself between your legs. With one hand resting softly on your hip and the other providing support beside you, he lowered his head to spread kisses along your body. Each touch of his lips spreads a heat throughout your body, making you even wetter than you already were.

As his lips found their way to your breast, a soft sigh escaped your lips. Arthur's mouth moved with a practiced rhythm, his movements calculated to elicit the sweetest of moans from you. With each kiss and gentle suckle, he drew out your pleasure, his touch igniting a fire within you that burned hotter with each passing moment.

His lips trailed from your breast to your neck, peppering delicate kisses along the sensitive skin. Finding a spot that made you gasp and arch your back, he lingered there, his ministrations drawing out a deep, primal moan from deep within you. He had surely left a mark, something that you would have to worry about covering up tomorrow.

Arthur shifts slightly, supporting himself as he rises, granting you an enticing view of his hard cock. With a few quick pumps of his hand, he looks at you, both your eyes glazed with undeniable lust. Without a word, he poses the question, "Condom?"

Your body slightly moves to the side and your hand reaches instinctively to the nightstand drawer, quickly retrieving a foil packet. You tear it open, pulling out the condom. As you carefully slide it down his throbbing length, a soft groan escapes him, his body responding eagerly to your gentle touch.

The anticipation hangs heavy in the air as the two of you lock eyes, dark with desire. You search his eyes for any hint of hesitation or doubt, but all you find is pure admiration reflected back at you. And in that moment, there was no need for words, you knew how much you craved each other.

He gently rubs the tip of his cock against you. Your eyes shut tight, a soft moan escaping your lips as you feel the sensation of his cock exploring your wet folds.

Arthur's voice breaks through the haze of desire as he asks, "Ready?" You nod eagerly in response, your body craving the intimate connection that only he can provide. With a gentle thrust, he enters you, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from your lips. Your hands instinctively grip his shoulders for support, while his hands firmly grasp your hips, guiding each rhythmic movement with care.

You pant out his name between breathy moans, the sound reverberating in the air as he continues to thrust into you. "Arthur," you gasp.

He pauses, his movements slowing, and he looks down at you with genuine concern. "Is this okay?" he asks softly, his eyes searching yours for any hint of discomfort. In that moment, the connection between you felt deeper than mere physicality and it all started to feel more intimate and meaningful.

He waits for your response, his breath mingling with yours as he gazes into your eyes. When you nod in affirmation, a wave of relief washes over his face. With a tender smile, he resumes his movements, each stroke of his cock against you more passionate and deliberate than the last.

Arthur murmurs, "Y/N, you feel absolutely amazing, darling," as he grunts with each slow thrust, a subtle force behind each movement now, hitting your sweet spot deliciously.

You grip his shoulders tighter, your voice a low moan. "Fuck, Arthur."

Your moans and grunts intertwine, echoing throughout the empty apartment as the two of you become lost in each other.

Arthur rests his forehead against yours, his movements still steady as he continues to pleasure you. A soft smile graces his lips as he whispers, "You're so beautiful, Y/N," planting a gentle kiss on your forehead.

Your mind swims in a sea of pleasure, every sensation heightened as you surrender to the moment.

Arthur maintains his pace, gradually speeding up as the intensity between you heightens. Each movement feels like a perfect fit, as if your bodies were made to intertwine in this exact moment. As you feel your orgasm approaching, you can't help but release a string of uncontrollable moans, "Shit, Arthur, I'm close."

Arthur slows his pace slightly, his thrusts becoming deeper and more intense with each movement. You can feel him filling you completely, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. "Me too," he responds breathlessly, his arousal evident in his voice, matching the urgency in yours.

Moments later, Arthur reaches his peak, his release triggering your own. You cry out into the crook of his neck as waves of ecstasy wash over you, your bodies trembling in the aftermath of shared pleasure.

Both of you are left as absolute panting messes, your bodies still intertwined. His lips move across your face, peppering tender kisses everywhere, trailing down to your neck where he places a kiss at the mark he had previously left.

Gently, he pulls out of you and excuses himself momentarily. He returns with a wet towel from the bathroom, carefully cleaning you up before tossing the towel aside. A gentle peck on your lips follows, his affectionate gesture speaking volumes.

Settling into the spot next to you, he pulls you onto his chest, his arms wrapped protectively around you. "I'm so lucky to have met you," he murmurs softly, his words laced with sincerity. He places a sweet peck on your forehead, feeling the weight of the day finally catch up with you as sleep begins to overtake you.

You snuggle closer, a contented smile gracing your lips. "No you have no idea how lucky I am," you whisper, your voice barely above a breath. With a final sigh of contentment, you drift off into a peaceful slumber in his embrace, the gentle rhythm of his heartbeat lulling you into a deep sleep.

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A/N: Thanks again to everyone who sends in requests. I appreciate all of you so much. I have about 6 works in my drafts right now that I am working on getting out as quickly as possible.

Check out my other fics and oneshots here. Not working on any new requests currently but feel free to drop into my asks for a chat! 😊

[rubberfuckey]

around again - rafe cameron

summary: exes reconnect at a party at tannyhill (: (: smut!!

wc: 2.1k

masterlist

talk to me

Walking through the club and out to the golf course, Rafe was completely zoned out as Topper and Kelce talked about the party they were throwing tonight.

“Rafe, seriously man, are you gonna hit that tonight?” 

Topper’s voice pulled him out of his thoughts and he rolled his eyes, “What are you assholes talking about?”

“Stephie, bro, she’s basically been throwing herself at you since you and Y/N broke up.”

Topper cringed as he watched Rafe’s face drop at the mention of his breakup. He shook his head and kept walking towards the green. 

“What? Can’t get it up anymore?” Kelce laughed. Rafe took a deep breath, trying to keep his cool. He could still get it up, in fact, it happened quite often. Usually by himself, in the dark of his room, thinking about you; how wet you got for him, the noises you would make, how you clenched around him like you were made perfectly for each other. He didn’t want anyone else, you had successfully ruined him for any other girl. Topper stopped Kelce from going any further, feeling bad for Rafe, he thought he could relate with his Sarah situation but he had no idea. Rafe was heartbroken, sleeping around wouldn’t make it any better. 

“Can you both shut the fuck up and just hit the balls? Jesus Christ.”

The rest of the game went by quickly. Rafe played like shit, and Topper and Kelce made fun of him for it. He threw his clubs down and walked into the bar area to get a drink, keeping his head down. He couldn’t stop thinking about you, would you come to their party tonight? Usually, you wouldn’t miss a party, but things have been different lately. It was almost as if you two were galaxies away instead of a few streets over on Figure 8, he hadn’t seen you around since the breakup. He checked your social media obsessively, looking for any hint of what you’ve been up to since you left his house for the last time but you must’ve hidden your stories from him. He had half a mind to ask Topper or Kelce to see if they were blocked but he couldn’t bring himself to give up his pride. He left them at the club without another word and went home to shower and get ready to have a shit ton of drunk teenagers in his house. It was pretty much routine for him at this point to stand in the shower, the water running over his shoulders as he jerked off at the thought of you, he finished quickly and washed the sweat off of his body. He sighed, he felt absolutely pathetic and just wanted to text you but he knows he can’t do that. 

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He sat in a chair outside, not really paying attention to the conversation going on around him. His eyes scanned the party and he sighed, giving up on the thought that you would show up here. He got up to get another drink when Stephie stopped him on his way to the kitchen. 

“Hi, Rafe!” She said in an annoyingly high-pitched voice.

“Hey, Stephie,” he sighed, hoping she would get the point. Of course, she didn’t. She walked closer to him, placing a hand on his forearm as she leaned in to talk over the music.

“You threw a great party!”

“Yea, thanks.” He nodded shortly, he didn’t want to be rude but he didn’t want her to get the wrong idea.

“Rafe, you’re single, right?” She smiled up at him innocently.

He shook his head quickly, “I mean, I guess, yeah. Not really looking for anything, though.”

He looked over the top of her head, looking for any excuse to leave the situation when he caught eyes with you. You were standing next to your friends, looking like a deer in the headlights as you watched Stephie run her hand up and down his arm. 

“Rafe, did you hear what I said?”

He snapped his head back down to her, he hated the way she said his name.

“Sorry, what?”

“I was saying, I have a proposition,” she started.

“Yeah, Stephie, look I’m sure you’re great but I’m really not interested. Sorry.”

She dropped her hand, looking disappointed, “Not over Y/N, huh?”

“No, not in the slightest,” he shrugged, what was the point of lying?

“Well, good luck with that,” she laughed lightly, walking away from him quickly. He looked back up, but you were gone from where you stood. Great, he thought. He walked into his kitchen, going for his favorite drink that he kept hidden away from everyone else. He stopped in his tracks, not expecting anyone else to be there, he made sure it was known that it was off-limits to the general public. It was dark, so all he saw was the outline of a person. He flicked the light on, ready to kick them out before you turned around and he saw you standing there, wiping a tear out of your eye quickly trying to hide it.

“Oh, it’s just you.” 

He tried to play it cool but it felt as though all the wind was knocked out of his lungs at the sight of you. 

“Yea, sorry, too many people out there, I’ll leave though.” You sniffed softly.

“No, Y/N, you’re fine. Stay.”

You nodded and grabbed the bottle you know he came in here for, handing it over to him without saying a word. He smirked, you knew him so well.

“Shouldn’t you be with Stephie?” You cringed at your words, you didn’t mean for them to sound as jealous as they did.

“You’re crazy if you think I want Stephie,” he paused, “You’re crazy if you think I want anyone in the world but you.”

You looked down, hugging yourself, something he knew you did when you were feeling anxious.

“I’m glad you’re here. I missed seeing you around.”

“I shouldn’t have come,” you shook your head defensively.

“Then what are you doing here?” He asked.

You shrugged, not having an answer to that question. 

“Do you miss me as much as I miss you?” He whispered, you almost didn’t hear him. 

“Probably more,” you shrugged. 

“Then what are we doing wasting time?” He questioned, taking a few steps closer to where you stood. 

“Oh my god, Rafe, will you stop with all the questions?”

“Baby, I feel like I’ve been going insane every day since we broke up. I’m bound to have questions.”

He walked even closer, trapping you between him and the kitchen counter. It was almost impossible to breathe as he took over all your senses. He leaned down, staring at your lips, it wasn’t hard to guess what he was thinking. You swallowed hard, if you don’t break the silence you’re going to kiss him.

“Rafe, come on. We can’t do this. We broke up for a reason,” you whispered.

“Yeah? What reason was that?” He whispered back, huskily.

“I forget,” you bit your lip as you watched his tongue trace his bottom lip before he pulled you in for a kiss. You gasped and threw your arms around his neck. He grabbed your hips, pulling you as close to him as physically possible. You whimpered into the kiss as he grabbed your ass roughly and pushed his tongue past your lips at the same time. You felt your knees go weak at the taste of him, he was all-encompassing and you were overwhelmed. Pulling his hands away from your ass, you pulled him to follow you towards the stairs. He chuckled to himself at the thought of how everything is working out for him. You turned around and looked at him, smiling back at him. He smacked your ass harshly from where he was behind you on the steps. 

“Rafe!” You gasped, with a laugh.

You practically ran down the hall towards his bedroom, him chasing after you. He caught you before you could open the door and picked you up and spun you around, kissing all over your face and neck. You reached behind you and turned the doorknob so he could walk through it. He kicked it closed with his foot, reattaching your lips in a searing kiss. He walked over to the bed and laid you down on it him right on top of you. Your legs didn’t unwrap from around his waist until you started pulling each other’s clothes off quickly. He ran a finger over the waistband of your underwear, and you bucked your hips, too impatient for any teasing.

“Needy, huh?”

You just nodded quickly, and he slowly rubbed your clit making you moan in surprise. You reached for his dick to feel him through his boxers before you pulled his underwear. He looked down to watch you as you bit your lip and spit in your hand before jerking him off. He groaned and used a hand to grab at your throat making you gasp. He used his other hand to continue fingering you, you were already dripping onto the sheets below you. 

“Rafe, fuck me,” you whined.

“What’s the magic word?” he teased.

“Please?” You looked up at him with a pleading look in your eyes that he couldn’t say no to. 

“Good girl,” he tightened his grip on your throat as he lined himself up and slowly pushed his way into you. 

“Fuck,” you both said at the same time.

“Jinx,” you laughed. He thrust the rest of the way inside, wiping the smile right off your face as you gasped. He was unrelenting in his movements, desperate to feel you soak him, gripping him like a vice. The only things that could be heard in the room were your soft moans and whimpers, and the sound of skin slapping skin. He flipped you over and bent you over so he could hit it from the back, wrapping his hand around your hair, and pulling you up so your back was against his chest. You nearly screamed at the new angle, causing him to move his hand from your hand to your mouth to muffle your cries, his other hand making circles on your clit. Expletives escaped your mouth and tears were running down your face before his hand moved from your mouth to slap your ass and push you back down. Your head was buried in the pillow, grabbing at the sheets. He had both hands on your waist, moving you roughly against his dick. He groaned and flipped you over again. 

“Wanna watch your face while you cum all over my dick, pretty girl.”

You cried and shook your head eagerly. He stuck his index and middle finger into your open mouth and went back to your clit with the other, your eyes struggling to stay open. 

“Come on baby, cum for me.” He panted, feeling close to his orgasm too. You clenched around him as he sped up. He dropped his head into your shoulder, panting in your ear. His sounds of pleasure were enough to send you over the edge as you felt every muscle spazz, tightening and contracting uncontrollably. He groaned at the feeling, cumming right after you, pumping every drop inside of you. 

“Shit, Rafe,” you panted. He breathed heavily and dropped his sweaty forehead onto your naked chest, listening to your frantic heartbeat. You lay there for a few minutes in silence, before Rafe moved to make himself more comfortable next to you.

“Can we just stay here and not go back to the party?” He asked with a hopeful look in his eyes.

“You read my mind,” you smiled. 

"We should get back together," he said, nonchalantly.

"We still have our issues, Rafe, we can't just ignore them."

"No, I know. You're right. But I will do anything to make this work if you'll give me the chance."

You thought about it for a second, too wore out to argue. You sighed and nodded your head. 

"Yeah?" He said, biting back a smile.

"Yeah, fuck it," your face mirrored him until you yawned. He pulled you into him as you cuddled. You both fell asleep, sweaty limbs tangled together, ignoring the music coming from Rafe’s backyard.

[hanggarae]

౨ৎ mansae

requested by @seuonji OMG NAII again congrats on 1k! idk if you’re still taking reqs but if you are i wanna request joshua+mansae by svt! i love YOU and your writings sm have a great day<3

AYAAAAAA THANK U SO MUCH BAE RHIS REQ WAS SO CUTE 😢 mansae is literally one of my favourite tt’s ever it’s so <33 i love u so so much and ur writings too like i read the jeonghan x daycare worker reader as a weekly routine atp hfhfhf

joshua x f!reader, fluff, friends to lovers, 0.7k words, part of 1k event

“shua” you said happily, taking the seat in the library next to him. when you sat you noticed the work and textbooks splayed out in front of him “what’re we working on here?”

“yn hey!” joshua said with a smile, already clearing space for you to join him more comfortably. “i was just finishing off that assignment we had for chem, it’s so tiring i’m starting to lose my mind i think” he laughed easily.

you looked at his work for a second and nodded at his words, you were still only halfway through yours. “i get you, i tried working on some of it last night and contemplated dropping out at least five times”

joshua smiled when you laughed, taking notice of the pretty ways your eyes crinkled in joy causing a warmth to creep up on his face.

for the next thirty minutes a steady atmosphere settled over the both of you, both focused on your work and occasionally asking the other for help.

joshua wouldn’t like to admit it but he looked over at you enough times to make it embarrassing and plain desperate.

“did you hear about that movie playing this weekend? apparently it’s super scary some people even passed out” you said with excitement lacing your tone.

truth be told, joshua couldn’t handle scary movies well. sure when he went to a haunted house or an escape room he could handle it but the movies were different. the way they make it just makes it overly eerie!

that would not hold him back if you asked him to go with you though.

“really? you .. go?” idiot, what the hell was that?

and joshua swears all the colour must’ve drowned from his face when you furrowed your brows in confusion, “huh?” you laughed off a little awkwardly.

joshua cleared his throat, “sorry, meant are you going to see the movie this weekend?”

he sighed in relief when you smiled at him, “i was hoping to, yeah. but i don’t really have anyone to go with..”

‘this is your chance. literally this is your chance. this is a free pass’

“we could go together..” joshua proposed, voice quiet and eyes searching yours for any signs.

“we as in- me, you and uh, jeonghan!” and joshua swears he can hear jeonghan in the distant telling seokmin that joshua’s an idiot. and jeonghan would not be lying at all.

“oh, uh yeah i guess that’d be great” you said, disappointment colouring your face.

‘why was this so hard?’ joshua thought as he looked at you. you’d already turned back to your work and bit back a pout wanting to settle on your lips. ‘why’s this so hard to get out? can’t someone else just do it for hi-’

“joshua, do i make you uncomfortable?” you shot up and asked him suddenly. “or like, do you just not like me like how you like the others? because you’re usually so.. honest with everyone else but with me it feels like you’re beating around the bush with your words sometimes”

“it’s not like it’s something i dislike!” you quickly reassured him when you saw how he looked like a kicked puppy, “it’s just, well it’s what i’ve noticed. and it only made me think i’m just maybe not as good a friend and maybe i’m just overthinking-”

“it seems different because i don’t want to be your friend” joshua cut off your rambling, “because i want to be your boyfriend”

“you what?” you looked at him a little out of breath and in disbelief that he just admitted that.

“i want to be your boyfriend, and obviously i’d talk differently to my friends than to someone i want to date” joshua moved his hand to hold your own, gently stroking the skin experimentally to leave space if you wanted an out but you didn’t and only grasped his hand tighter. “and i’d obviously be nicer to my girlfriend than my friend. no offence but you’d definitely get special privileges over jihoon”

you laughed lightly at his words, lips settling to a slightly teasing smile. “getting a little ahead of yourself, huh? i don’t remember you asking me to be your girlfriend, loverboy”

“not yet,” joshua smiled, “but i’ll ask you after i kiss you on our date this weekend, deal?”

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Hey, there! How are you?

I was hoping I could request a Moondrop x reader x Sundrop short fic?

A fic about a costume competition on the main stage of the Pizzaplex with all of the animatronics and then separately a staff costume competition.

Reader would be the daycare attendant and come in either first or second place for the competition.

After the competition, reader goes back to the daycare for a Halloween-themed sleepover! With Halloween movies and themed snacks and stuff! I think it’d be cute ☺️💕

Hi! I've been good, thank you! Finally getting the spooky halloween fics rolling

..........

"So you're a STAFF Security Bot? The makeup looks great on you!"

"Really? Thanks. I guess it'd be dumb to ask who you are, huh?" Vanessa looked at your costume up and down with a raised eyebrow. "You look like you're gonna work for the damn travelling circus."

"Well...that's kinda the point." With a smile, you smoothed out the wrinkles in your striped pants, ensuring that your ruffled two-toned collar was neat. The bells on your wrists jingled noisily, but you quickly silenced them.

"Now I don't feel so embarrassed.." The blonde mumbled to herself, her gaze going back to you. "Don't you think you kinda...overdid this? I mean none of us are getting a bonus for putting more effort into our costumes-"

"There's no such thing as "overdoing" Halloween, Ness." You huffed. "I don't care about any bonuses or prizes. We're here to bring some holiday spirit to the Pizzaplex! I think it's good that the manager asked us to participate. They know how to have fun unlike the last one."

"...jeez, you're sounding more like Sun everyday." That was her only remark before she went back to staring at her phone, clearly wanting to get this over with.

Meanwhile, you were bouncing on your heels, being next in-line to show off your costume to the eager audience waiting outside.

For the first time ever, the Mega Pizzaplex finally scraped together the perfect Halloween event to really kick off the season: a costume competition!

It took place on the main stage in the atrium, which was decorated from floor to ceiling. A small fortune was spent on getting holograms to feature the Glamrocks in spooky costumes, but the employees were the main stars of the show.

Since you and the others knew about this months in advance, you had plenty of time to work on your outfit and makeup. You truly wanted to knock this out of the park by dressing up as your all-time favorite character:

The Daycare Attendant!

At first you had a difficult time deciding which one would be your muse. You'd hate to disappoint either of them, so you ended up designing something that contained aspects of both animatronics!

It took a lot of blood, sweat, tears, and glitter glue..but you finally finished it and now you were here, ready to show it off to the world!

There was an entirely separate competition for the animatronics themselves, who just finished an hour ago. They just brainstormed ideas and their handlers got to work creating their costumes.

The rules were all the same, nevertheless, and the winners were determined by whoever was cheered for the most.

Freddy, who was dressed up as Frankenstein's Monster, ended up winning first place (which you saw coming from a mile away)....while poor Roxy, who actually dressed up as Freddy, got second place. She was a sore loser about it and complained that the entire contest was "rigged".

Despite that, all of the animatronics seemed to have lots of fun.

Now it was the humans' turn to shine. You were 100% ready to give it your all, glad to see your coworkers were getting into the Halloween spirit, too....although Vanessa was less-than-thrilled to learn that participation was mandatory.

Regardless, you were happy with the way your costume turned out.

After telling the announcer your name and character, you waited for your queue to run on stage.

The anticipation was killing you!

"And up next we have [y/n], one of our longtime staff members, decked out as our one and only Daycare Attendant!"

With a big smile spreading from ear-to-ear, you headed out and were met with cheering kids and impressed parents. You did a little twirl so they could see all the parts of your costume, making sure the bells jingled loud enough for them to hear.

Among the crowd, you could see the animatronics hanging in the back, being allowed to spectate this contest. Sun himself was there, dressed up as a knight in shiny armor. But he was ecstatic upon seeing that you dressed like him and Moon.

"[Y/N]!!! YOU LOOK AMAZING STARSHINE!!!" He shouted, jumping up and down as he cheered the loudest.

You spotted him and waved back, your smile growing even more when you realized he loved it (even though he could only admire the details from afar for now).

It did take Freddy's and Chica's hands combined to ensure he didn't try to hop the fence and run over to you.

After your mini-performance was done, you headed off the stage before turning to observe Vanessa, who acted like a stiff and bored Security STAFF bot. She just muttered some of their preprogrammed lines before making a swift exit.

The applause for her was..lackluster, but she seemed relieved to finally be done with it.

You, on the other hand, were still relishing in all the attention.

Soon you'll get to see who won! You weren't counting on yourself winning the grand prize since your other coworkers put a good deal of effort into their costumes, too.

But in the end, getting first or second place wasn't your biggest concern.

Having fun is what mattered most.

............

"You're awful smug about that trophy. Didn't know you were the competitive type, officer."

"Well..I think for tonight, I can afford to be a little proud of myself." You smirked knowingly at Moon, holding up the golden trophy in your hands.

It wasn't made from real gold, of course. It's all just cheap useless plastic that was painted gold.

But you did, however, adore its design very much: Freddy's head shaped like a pumpkin with a #1 beside it, and your name written on the plaque just below it.

This wasn't any bonus check, gift card, or coupon...but it absolutely made you feel good about winning first place in the costume competition.

You made sure to thank Sun for his help before Moon took over the daycare's night cycle--aka his half of the "Halloween Sleepover", another smaller event the Pizzaplex allowed to keep the little ones occupied.

Fortunately, you got to supervise it to ensure everything ran smoothly. You were even allowed to stay in costume, and that got kids complimenting you left and right (albeit some of the tots mistook you for the Attendant himself, but you didn't mind it).

Of course, nobody was prouder than both Sun and Moon.

"I appreciate you considering me in this design. Very well done, indeed." The lunar animatronic flicked the bell at the end of your blue jester hat, grinning as it jingled. "You have quite the talent...unlike Officer Vanessa."

"I'd go easy on her, Moon. She's just not a big Halloween fan." You chuckled, putting the trophy on the security desk, before you leaned back in the chair and looked over the clipboard. "Anyways, we have just a few more activities scheduled...including one more Halloween movie. Then you'll be giving the kids lessons on how to trick-or-treat safely, and-"

"That's what I need help with!" Moon suddenly jumped onto the desk, perching there as he stared down at you. "I can't keep showing them SpongeBob forever."

"..what's wrong with SpongeBob?" Blinking, your gaze went to the small group of children, who were all in their own costumes, watching the "Scaredy Pants" episode through a projection on the wall.

They were all tucked into sleeping bags, candy wrappers scattered in their laps, and unfinished art crafts on the tables behind them. Moon was a tad bit fidgety over the messes they left, but you kept reassuring him everything will be cleaned up soon.

"Nothing, but...grr...listen." He grumbled, growing annoyed. "I know there's two movies in the drawer to your right, and we only have time for one. Look at them and pick for me."

Nodding, you opened the drawer and found the DVDs he was talking about.

But you were quite surprised.

"The Nightmare Before Christmas and..Corpse Bride?" You stared at the covers, before looking up at Moon. "Management...actually approved these?"

"It would seem so, if they're here."

"...I don't know. The kids might be a bit too young for either of these movies, Moon." You frowned a little. "They might give them nightmares-"

"If they can handle seeing SpongeBob's exposed brain, the creatures of Rock Bottom, and the Hash Slinging Slasher...then surely they can handle seeing Jack Skellington or Emily."

"But the animation is totally different and---" You began protesting, although you stopped as you saw how Moon was just...staring at you blankly. He was practically begging you to make a decision lest he strangled you.

"..I'll take care of the movie and let the kids decide which one they wanna watch. You can go clean the tables and work on your safety lesson plan. Okay?"

His grin returned immediately.

"Wise choice, "Daycare Attendant"." He snickered, flicking the bell on your hat once more before he slinked away to cleanup duty.

Sighing, you got up and stretched, before heading over to the children so they could cast their votes on which movie they wanted to see.

After they made their choice, you went back to helping Moon, although at some point you two ended up watching the movie as well.

The night was still young, but so far it's been fantastic and full of Halloween fun!

What better way to spend it than with your favorite animatronics and dressing up as them?

[your-local-baguette]

Rather be, rather be

Warnings: not proofread, angst, swearing, may contain dark subjects, proceed at your own risk. Body dismorphia?? Sh and more. Manga spoilers

Info: micheal kaiser x reader angst.(Platonic) This will be separated in multiple smaller parts and also the german used is from google translate so german people pls don't attack me. Yea that's pretty much it..

Part 2

You walked in blue lock after the two week break, spotting multiple familiar faces. Some from the U-20 team, but most from blue lock, you had a small backpack with you hanging off one of your shoulder. You spotted Isagi, walking towards him "hey" you said and turned to you with a smile. "Hi y/n!" He said, you both hadn't seen eachother during the break and you were inseparable during the blue lock 6 month program. You gave him a friendly hug which he returned, you were about to start a conversation but Ego interrupted you, he appeared in front of everyone, still the same as ever. He started his speech, still that creepy smirk attached to his face. You weren't very focused but he gave you ninety minutes to choose between 5 different teams from different countries. You looked down at your phone, looking at the five flags on your screen. You looked at isagi, he seemed to be hesitant, he talked with others. For you, the choice was obvious, aim to be around the bests, pressing the german flag on your screen. "You already chose y/n ?" Isagi asked, curious, you nodded" for me, the choice is obvious" and, i wanna catch up to you, isagi, you aren't leaving me behind. A smirk tugged on both you and isagi faces "try to keep up" he said, accepting your challenge. There was still time, so you decided to go around and greet some people and especially go see rin. You easily found him, when you put your hand on his shoulder, he looked back, the cold glare softening a bit. He turned to face you, waiting for you to state what you wanted. "Hey! How are you, Rin?" You asked "fine" he said, not bothering to ask you back, you had a disappointed look "wow, i'm doing great too, thanks" he didn't say anything" what team did you choose ?" Rin staged silent before opening his mouth "PxG" you raised your eyebrows "guess i'll have to improve if i wanna beat you, huh?" He hummed at your statement "you can try to keep up but i doubt you will" he said coldly before walking away. You sighted and walked back towards Isagi, hands in your pockets, looking at him and the people he was standing next to. You recognized them, but Rin, isagi and bachira were the only you actually talked to, so you didn't really care. A loud sound was heard thorough the room as the timer had ended, you saw who isagi chose and walked with him. He walked in first and you followed behind, the german team stood there, eyeing you all down. Well let's say a few pair of eyes eyed you down a little more.

The discussion were kept short before a small door opened revealing the last person you expected to be here. Kunigami rensuke, you looked at him nervously while he stared back, let's just say you only got along after the teams part. You looked away at the german team and another one of these big ass door opened. You judged them real hard as an obstacle course appeared before you and everyone ran towards it. You got out your earphones, plugging some music before, stretching, isagi looked back for a second but you kinda...flipped him off. You started walking before running, you were pretty fit. You actually managed to catch up, making it pass a few blue lockers although your late departure. After arriving at the top, you dribbled around the cones, shooting at the middle target, a loud bang echoing through the room when it did. There was a little dint in the wall 'fucking shit' you thought to yourself. You just got out the way and waited for isagi who made it up, dribbling around the cones and shooting aswell at the target. Although, his shot got interrupted by another ball, since you had watched your eyes followed the previous ball trajectory to one of the bastard munchen member. You stood next to Isagi while the german player walked towards both of you, you handed isagi one of your earphone, which he gladly took. The man had blond hair with blue shades, he was fairly tall with quite a charming appearance. You looked him up and down. He and his german friend you supposed, were talking but honestly you didn't want to understand shit and decided not to give one either. "The fuck with his bangs ?" You said to isagi and snickered, "freshen them up at least, geez" the friend the dude had handed you guys some kind of earpiece, you took out your earphones "my music...." You said pouting a bit, isagi handed you your earphone and you placed them in your bag. Putting the earpiece on and suddenly the blond guy started speaking. "Better ?" He questioned with a smirk "i already wanna take these off" he chuckled "i could understand you all along, maybe you got lost along the way, pretty girl?" You raised an eyebrow "i know i'm so pretty, unlike you" isagi started laughing "s-stop insulting him i'm already laughing too much!" You giggled and the other dude with purple kind of hair eye twitched. You looked straight in his eyes "that one kinda cute, looks fun to play with" his sarcastic expression disappeared, replaced with a blush "c-cute?" "Was, wirst du schüchtern, Süße?" ( This google translate ok please pardon me also it was : what, getting shy cutie ? ) you said directly in german, surprising them both, his face flushed even more, you smirked at him " Ich denke, mit dir, Süße, werde ich es genießen" ( i think with you around cutie, i'll enjoy myself) you looked at the blond guy " maybe you can have your own use aswell, i prefer the cute ones though" you winked at the purple haired guy " N-ness alexis" he said turning his head away, you smirked" i'll stick with cutie, mkay ?" Not like he had a choice. Finally the master of the team arrived, everyone gathered around him, he explained everything and all the boring stuff. You winked at Ness and kaiser while he kind of struggled to pronounce your name and he looked up at you " just y/n" you said with a half fake, half genuine smile. He nodded and went along the list....

Part.2 coming up soon ( hopefully)

[vinziel]

He's still got it

John Dory x Male Reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

You four followed Spruce inside the restaurant, while all four of you were following Spruce he suddenly threw a menu at John Dory's face saying "Specials are on the back, don't order the clams don't ask why!" It looks like Spruce is the waiter of this restaurant, he was too busy to even notice, "Spruce!" John Dory yelled, Spruce sighed and said "Look I know you know me from BroZone but could you be quiet about it?" John then responds saying "But Spruce it's us your brothers!" Spruce then turns around "Woah Bitty B!" he says, running past John Dory who says "What?" sounding devastated. Spruce hugs Branch tight saying "Wet willy!" while giving Branch a wet willy, Branch then gets annoyed saying "I am too old for wet willys!" "Oh sorry, a whet william" Spruce answers back laughing, he then notices you "Oh what's up Y/N" both of you fist bumping.

Spruce then introduces all of you to his wife Brandi and their 13 kids, you were all a bit confused on how their relationship worked "How?" John says "Well it's......interesting but hey I don't judge if you're happy then sure" You say, John says "Spruce we need your help-" Spruce interrupts John "Actually it's Bruce now" "Well ok but we need your help Floyd's been kidnapped! And we need to hit the perfect family Harmony!" John says panicked "At my age? I don't think I can, also remember our last show?" Bruce says, one of his kids then says "See guys? I told you dad wasn't in a band" "Oh I was in a band. I was in THE band, ask your mom if I was in a band" "Oh, He was in a band" Brandi says, seemingly daydreaming "We can always practice!" John says enthusiastically "I guess that could work, let's do it!" Bruce says, Both Bruce and John went to the stage but Branch stayed behind "Branch aren't you gonna perform with your brothers?" Poppy says "Yeah Branch" You add "Oh I'm saving it for Floyd" Branch says "Oh I get it, you don't get what it takes, it's fine Branch" Poppy says, you add with "It's definitely fine Branch, your just not up to it. It's cool" "I do get what it takes" Branch retorts, a smile then forms on Poppy's face as she, you and Bruce's children chant "Prove it! Prove it! Prove It!" Which makes Branch finally agree to perform. "Well he was easy to convince" You say, chuckling

While you watched the brothers perform you couldn't help but stare at one particular person, John Dory. Even after all these years he's still great at singing, great at dancing and he's still as handsome, you couldn't lie even with all the resentment you felt towards the troll, you can't help but still feel attracted to him. You see as Branch invites Poppy to dance with him, which she agrees to, you were a bit disappointed when JD didn't ask you to dance with them but it has been 20 years, maybe he still felt awkward around you. You felt a slight blush form on your cheek as you started to daydream about the past, smiling to yourself, as you stared at JD while he performed with his brothers. After the performance ended you still couldn't stop staring at JD, it was like you were in your own world, daydreaming about the past. You get snapped back to reality when Branch snaps his fingers in your face saying "Y/N? Y/N!" "Huh?! What?" You answer, snapping back to reality, Branch looks at what you're staring at and realizes you were watching JD, he then smirks "Still down bad for my brother huh?" He says before chuckling "Don't be ridiculous" You answer back, your blush darkening a bit, it felt like you were a teenager who had a crush right now "Sure, well we're about to leave so come on" Branch says, as you follow him to Rhonda, all of you were driving but don't have a clue to where Clay was

(TBC)

Branch then notices Clay's old Funderdrawers saying "You kept these?" "That's a bit gross" You say a bit disgusted by the thought of how they would be smelling by now, John replies "What? Their memorabilia but I'll be gosh darned if that'll help us find clay" "You sound like a dad right now" You say laughing, John rolls his eyes "Well I'm glad you kept them" Branch says, Opening the case which held Clay's Funderdrawers, it released a not so good smell which may or may not have made you gag, Branch made Rhonda smell it and follow the trace to where Clay is "Welp, Clay here we come" You say.

Author's Note: I now just realized that I forgot to include tiny diamond in the movie. I swear he's one of my favorite characters but he completely slipped my mind when writing this. I'm so sorry. I've only seen the movie once and it was in cinemas. Now I'm just seeing small clips from TikTok. Sorry again if this isn't quite accurate. Also sorry for the slow release. It's exam week so it's hard to release new stuff. Also again this is the first fic I've been fully dedicated to so sorry if my writing is bad, I do accept feedback and any tips on how to make my writing not so messy will be very appreciated

[skellebonez]

A Matter of Affection (A Gen LMK Oneshot)

I have a lot of feelings about AroAce MK and Sun Wukong. So, naturally, I HAD to write my own little oneshot of MK realizing he is now a celebrity and that comes with the side effect of... suitors. That he does not want. I am not aromantic, but I am asexual and have talked to enough aromantic people to know there is a lot of overlap between our experiences. So I did my best to convey this through MK and everyone else.

Hope you enjoy this!

(Note: DragonFruit, FreeNoodles, and IronBull are mentioned in passing. Written BEFORE Season 4 came out.)

AO3 Link.

Ok, MK, you can do this… You just have to ask him… ask your mentor for some advice, this is totally fine and not awkward at all. Asking for advice is completely normal. This isn’t awkward. Just. Ask… for advice…’

He was lying to himself, he knew it.

How could this not be awkward?

MK had never asked anyone, let alone Sun Wukong, for help with something like this before. He wanted to ask Mei, she was the only one who knew… well, everything about him at this point, but she was live streaming and he didn’t want to interrupt her while she was having fun just to ask for some advice. Even IF she would gladly pause the stream for his comfort once she realized he was being serious.

So, instead, he found himself flying over in bird form to Mount Huaguo so he could pay his mentor a visit. He’d been doing this just about every day he had free time (and wasn’t due for training) just to say hello, make sure the king wasn’t lonely and to bond more after everything that had happened over the last year. Things seemed to have finally smoothed out into some kind of new normal for everyone.

MK claimed the visit was to deliver Sun Wukong a free “canceled” order of noodles that was close to what he normally ordered, which was not entirely a lie. But he normally would have just eaten it himself or given it to Tang. So in reality it was just an excuse.

But in his attempt to psych himself up to ask for advice he managed to almost psych himself out.

This should be easy! The Monkey King and him were as close as they had ever been as mentor and student (to the point some people, Mei and Sandy namely, said they came off as family). And given who the Monkey King was he MUST have had to deal with similar awkward situations in the past.

So…

“Hey, uh, Monkey King?”

“Yeah bud?”

“Have you ever had someone confess they liked you before?”

Sun Wukong turned to look at his student, an almost disappointed look on his face.

“MK. Bud. I’m Sun Wukong. I’ll give you two guesses and the other one doesn’t count.”

“That many huh?”

“It was CONSTANT,” Sun Wukong said with a laugh. “I mean, I get it. How can I not attract so many admirers when I am…” The monkey king stood, smirking as he struck a pose worthy of any popular C-Drama poster. “Sun Wukong, the Handsome Monkey King, Great Sage Equal to Hea-”

“Did you ever accept?” MK interrupted, immediately cringing at the fact he did so.

“Absolutely not,” Sun Wukong said with a shrug, seemingly not bothered by the interruption. “Even if I ever wanted a partner like that? I was way too busy. Journeys to journey on, monks to keep from being eaten alive, you know the story.”

“You never wanted a partner?” MK’s brow raised as he tried to remember all the stories about the immortal he had heard in the past. “Never?”

“Well… hmn” Sun Wukong trailed off, seeming to drop deep into thought as he rubbed his chin and looked into the distance. MK assumed he was trying to find the best words to use for his explanation. “How do I put it… Not never as in never wanting to have a companion. I loved being around people! And I loved some people, just not in the way other people seemed to have loved me. I wouldn’t mind having a life partner who’s cool with hugs and cuddles and spending all our time together without any of the other stuff! I don’t hate thinking about, like… kissing someone? Unless it’s on the cheek or something I’d rather just avoid that if I can, but if it makes my partner happy I think I would be ok with only that. That make sense?”

There was the softest kind of half joking grimace on the Monkey King’s face when he mentioned kissing, the same kind that MK had seen on his own face in the mirror. And then it clicked.

“Oh… my gosh…” MK said, eyes widening in realization. “Is this really going to be how I find out we’re both aroace? SERIOUSLY!?”

“Arrow what now?” 

“You don’t have any interest in being with anyone romantically?” MK asked, jumping to stand in front of his mentor. He almost bounced up and down in place, barely able to hold in his excitement. “At all? And never have?”

“No..?” Sun Wukong said slowly, reaching out to put a hand on MK’s head to hold him steady for a second. “Bud, answer my question pl-”

“Aromatic asexual,” MK blurted out, awkward and almost too fast.

It clearly took the king a second to process what he said, but once he did…

“THERE’S A NAME FOR IT!?”

“THAT’S WHAT I SAID!” MK replied to the king’s outburst with a laugh. He bounced harder, despite the hand on his head, in sheer excitement. “I’ve never actually met someone else in person who’s aro or ace or bot, only online! And-and it’s YOU of all people and- WAIT!”

MK held out his hands, taking the immortal’s hand off his head.

“That was a sudden change of tone,” Sun Wukong joked when he caught the serious look on his student’s face. “I’m gonna take a guess and ask if this aroace stuff is related to your initial question?”

“Yeah,” MK said, now feeling a bit more confident and comfortable in being able to ask for some advice. “There’s this girl who’s been coming to the shop over the last few weeks, almost every two days. I think she’s one of the civilians I rescued last month when that clan of beetle demons came to attack the city. And uh…”

“She asked you out, didn’t she?”

“YES!” MK said with a groan as he pulled at his hair. “And she’s super nice and really pretty and any guy or girl would probably be SUPER LUCKY to date her but! I don’t! LIKE PEOPLE IN THAT! WAY!”

“Breathe, MK,” Sun Wukong said, gently guiding his student to let his hair go. “What did you tell her?”

“I had to… think about it?”

“Oh boy…”

“I didn’t wanna tell her no immediately!” MK said, biting his lip now. “I felt… I dunno, pressured? Pigsy and Tang were watching me and…it was awkward.”

“Well, you have to tell her no somehow,” Sun Wukong said with a nod as he rubbed his chin. “You can’t leave her hanging, there’s bound to be some hero worship driving her to ask you out the way she did so quickly and that can be a tough thing to accidentally play into.”

“I know…” MK said. “But I don’t know how. And what about after that? Are MORE people going to ask me out?”

“Definitely, you’re a celebrity now,” Sun Wukong said, almost sounding apologetic.

“Aw man… what should I do?” MK asked as his mentor paced around him in a circle. “Just say ‘I don’t swing any way ever, I’d rather just have super close friends’ for the rest of my life? I’ve only had to say it like… twice and I’m already feeling burnt out!”

“You turned down two other people?”

“No,” MK said with a shake of his head. “I’ve told Mei I’m aroace and I had to tell the metal brothers so they would stop trying to set me up with Mei and Red.”

“Understood. Well, you don’t have to say it every time,” Sun Wukong said with a wave of his hand. “You could wear a hat with that on it.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Listen,” the monkey king said with a smile as he finally stopped in front of his student. “If you can handle the Lady Bone Demon you can handle telling a normal human you’re not interested in them. And if they give you any trouble, you have a whole family behind you to back you up… Even people who can pick up a building with their bare hands could use emotional support, or so Sandy keeps telling me.”

“... that means a lot, Monkey King,” MK said with a genuine smile. “But I… how do I tell her no if she asks me at work again? I don’t wanna be unprofessional and make Pigsy look bad.”

“Good point,” Sun Wukong said with a hum. “And my usual ‘no thanks’ and flying off wouldn’t really work when you’re trapped by societal convention… BUT! There’s someone else who may be able to help you since he also works in the service industry!”

“... wait, you don’t mean-”

~

“What do you want, Noodle Boy?”

“Aw, no hello to your second best pal?”

“HELLO, Noodle Boy,” Red Son said as he rolled his eyes. “What do you want? Answer quickly before I shut this-”

“How do I turn down a girl who asks me out on a date?”

The fiery demon stared blankly at him, blinking only when MK rushed into his house to get out of the fiery inferno around the Bull Family home and into some shade.

“I… someone asked you out on a date?” Red Son asked, raising one eyebrow in confusion. “You? Noodle Boy? The man who literally never noticed when people are flirting with him?”

“I don’t do that!” MK said, immediately pausing. “... have people been flirting with me? Really?”

“Constantly,” Red Son said as he shut the door and turned to face his unwanted guest. “I honestly don’t know how you never- WHY ARE YOU IN MY FACE?”

“Listen to me carefully,” MK said as he held Red Son’s face in his hands. “I trust you with this information because you’re my friend and Mei loves you. I am aroace. If love was pizza you could order? And platonic love was the toppings? I would be ordering none pizza with left beef every day of my life. So I wouldn’t know flirting if it bit me on the ass.”

“... oooooooooooooooh,” Red Son said with realization dawning on his face as he pushed the other’s hands away. “I see, you’re like the Monkey King. That changes nothing, really, barring the urgency you must be feeling.”

“You knew the Monkey King was aroace?”

“It wasn’t hard to piece together,” Red Son said with a shrug. “I should have guessed the same about you, given your obliviousness to the aforementioned flirting. And also how strongly you reacted when someone assumed you were dating Mei the other week during your last third wheeling session on our date.”

“And I am very sorry about that,” MK said honestly. “But I could still use some help.”

“And what do you want me to do about it?” Red Son asked with a frown. “If the Monkey King couldn’t help you in this area? I was the worst person for you to come to as a second choice. I wasn’t exactly waving suitors off with a baseball bat while working on my bots or helping my mother plan father’s return. Neither was flirtation the first on anyone’s mind when the New Year celebrations were in full swing with my father standing behind me and people coming back to complain my food was ‘too spicy’. And considering we live in the middle of nowhere I didn’t exactly have a lot of experience with random peasants flirting with me, you know.”

“There’s no way that’s possible when you look the way you do,” MK countered.

Red Son sputtered, looking at the other man in shock. “What’s that supposed to mean!?”

“I’m aroace, Red, not incapable of recognizing when someone is objectively hot… pun not intended.”

“I am just going to let that be a compliment and move on,” Red Son said, his face matching his name more and more the longer he spoke. “Anyway, Mei is the first person to ask me out in centuries. I genuinely have no idea how I would tell someone no because I haven’t had to since I was like… the demon age equivalent of 15. And I didn’t have a chance to because that guy was trying to steal from us and got pushed off the roof by one of my Bull Clones.”

“Going to overlook the admission of murder-”

“HE LIVED!”

“-and instead ask if you know anyone else who can help?” MK continued. “I’d ask Mei but, you know, streaming.”

“Hmmn… You could always ask my parents?” Red Son offered with a shrug. “From what they’ve mentioned in the past they were both quite popular with their own respective circles, father especially. They had to turn down more suitors than they could count so they would likely be your best bet for discussing a plan of action.”

“... I mean… I guess that makes sense?” MK mused for a moment. “You’re sure they’re not going to just… tell me to ‘crush them like the unworthy peon they know themselves to be’, right?”

“I make no promises.”

“Ah. Great… I don’t… I mean, I… Could we keep the aroace thing between us for now?”

Red Son looked at MK for a moment before sighing, resting a hand on the other’s shoulder.

“They’re my parents, Noodle Boy, you don’t have to tell them anything you don’t want them to know.”

“... thanks. I mean it.”

And he did.

~

DBK stared at MK.

MK stared at DBK.

"I… usually ran away," DBK admitted with an oddly embarrassed and soft tone.

"I don't know what answer I expected. But it wasn't that."

"I was a VERY shy calf, THIEF!"

MK had managed to avoid having to come out to literally everyone he talked to that day, but in exchange for having Red Son keep his secret for the short time being until he felt it necessary to tell the entire Bull Family (and there was no need in his mind, they could live without ever knowing this about him) he was now having one of the most awkward conversations of his entire 21 years of living.

And he thought asking the Monkey King was going to be awkward.

“It was quite adorable to see him literally running away from his suitors,” Princess Iron Fan said with a chuckle. “Maybe that’s why I gave him a chance when he finally worked up the courage to ask me. Even when he saw me literally blowing his competition away with my fan he still braved the chance to give me flowers and ask for one afternoon together.”

“Aw, that’s really sweet,” MK couldn’t help but say when he saw the wistful look Red’s mom wore when looking at her husband. Romance may have never been for him personally, but a good romantic story or seeing other people happy always managed to make him happy by proxy. “Unfortunately, I don’t think those are options for me.”

“Understandably so,” DBK said with a gruff nod. “You have both an image to upkeep as the simian’s successor AND as a duty to your boss.”

“Maybe Mei is done streaming…” MK muttered. “She’s had to tell so many people no, especially stream snipers, that she’ll probably know what to do.”

Princess Iron Fan chuckled at the mention of her son’s girlfriend.

"Frankly I'm quite amazed that Mei had to be the one to pursue my son, considering he is usually the one more prone to pining."

"MOTHER!"

"It runs in the family, dear."

"Not you too, father…"

“And I am going to head out before Red Son feels I know too much!” MK announced, turning to leave. “Thank you for the advice anyway, I appreciate it!”

"You know you could ask your dads for advice, right?" PIF said suddenly.

"...I forgot I could do that."

"How are we not dead?" DBK questioned under his breath. "He forgets so much."

“I THOUGHT YOU ALREADY ASKED THEM IF YOU CAME TO ME, NOODLE BOY!”

~

MK felt so… stupid.

He couldn’t believe that he never thought to just ask Pigsy and Tang. They were right there and all he would have to do was wait for the day to end. So… why?

Why not just ask his dads?

“MK!” Mei’s voice suddenly sounded as he slowly walked his way back through the city, pulling him from his thoughts. “I was just heading to get some dinner at Pigsy’s! I assume you’re heading in the same way?”

“Sort of?” MK answered with an awkward chuckle. “I’m kinda… taking my time in a walk of shame since I realized I just made my day a lot harder than it needed to be.”

“What do you mean?” Mei asked as she fell into step beside her friend.

“A girl I rescued asked me out on a date and I didn’t exactly tell her no or yes,” MK started, watching as Mei grimaced in sympathy. “So I asked Monkey King for some advice since, you know, he’s bound to have experience with fans and stuff asking him out. But he couldn’t help me with telling her no if she asks while I’m at work. Then he sent me to Red Son who also couldn’t give me advice so he sent me to his parents, who ALSO couldn’t give me advice because they either ran or literally tossed their confessors away from them and THEN PIF said I could have asked my dads and I realized she was right and I wasted basically my whole day running around for dating advice… and now the Monkey King and Red Son know about me being aroace too, that also happened.”

“Whoa, slow your roll,” Mei said, pulling MK to the side of the walkway so people could go around them. “You told Sun Wukong and Red you’re ace? One after the other?”

“Yeah,” MK said with a nod.

“OK, well,” Mei said with her own nod. “Considering you’re telling me and nothing else was mentioned I assume they both took it well! Which is good, glad for you, but… I also know your dads don’t know yet. Are you comfortable coming out three times in one day to four people?”

“It’s way less embarrassing than what I’m going to ask them,” MK said slowly. “And embarrassment is really what I’m worried about-”

“I’m not asking if it’s embarrassing,” Mei said slowly. She put a hand on MK’s shoulder. “I’m asking if you’re comfortable. You had a panic attack when you told ME. And I know they’re them and things are definitely going to be ok, but it’s a lot in one day dude. That’s… that’s a lot of coming out one after the other.”

MK paused, looking at Mei for a moment before smiling and taking her hand off his shoulder to just hold it for a second.

“I think I’ll be ok,” he said. “I’d appreciate some support, though? I think after LBD my anxiety meter is a little broken so I may be running on adrenaline right now.”

“You don’t even have to ask,” Mei said as she squeezed his hand. “We’re BBFs, Best Buds Forever. A little support is the least I can offer.”

“Thanks. Like I said though, I’m more worried about the embarrassment. Do you know how embarrassing it is to ask your parents for relationship advice?" MK asked with a deadpan tone. "Let alone dating advice from ones who don't know you have no interest in dating and you have to ask them about how to turn people DOWN?"

"Nope," Mei said. "I looked it all up online."

"I fear for what you may have read."

"I am eternally traumatized!" Mei said with a wide smile, her tone making MK chuckle despite the implications.

“... you’re a really good friend, you know that?”

“... I try to be.”

“Thanks. I mean it.”

And he meant it then too.

~

“I… I need to ask you guys something,” MK said almost immediately after they got to the noodle shop.

Maybe it was his tone, more tired and shaky than he meant for it to sound. He guessed some of the adrenaline had seeped away from him on his short walk back with Mei. Or maybe it was the fact it was such a slow day that Pigsy never even had to call him back and the shop was empty and quiet until the door opened for himself and Mei.

But something about the situation made his dads look at each other in concern.

“Sure, sit down,” Tang said, gesturing for MK to sit next to him. Mei sat down to his other side with no need for guidance.

"What’s up?” Pigsy said as he stopped what he was doping to stand in front of MK. When there was no reply he sighed, reaching out to put a hand on his shoulder. “You know you can talk to us about anything, right?" 

That softest smile that was reserved only for comforting family made MK feel like he really could be honest with his dads. He told everyone else by now so… why not them? He could totally do it.

"Well… I have… a bit of girl trouble?" MK started, holding up a hand before either of them could say anything else. “But it’s… I want to… turn her down?”

“That’s it?” Pigsy said with a raise of his brow. “Is this the same girl that asked you out yesterday?”

“Yeah…” MK said slowly. He felt Mei squeeze his hand in silent assurance. “It’s just… she’s pretty! But I have no idea who she is and… I don’t… I don’t… wanna date. I don’t wanna date anyone… ever?”

“MK,” Tang said, putting a hand on his shoulder. “MK, were you worried about telling us that?”

“Yeah?” He said quickly with a shrug. “I know, you always say you’ll love me no matter what, but… I mean… you two looked so excited at the idea of me dating someone that I felt I couldn’t say no to her. Plus, I didn’t wanna look like a jerk as the Monkie Kid or make Pigsy’s look bad because of me. I-”

“Whoa, hang on,” Pigsy said as he leaned over the counter. “Kid, MK, you’re not gonna make the shop look bad because you turned down someone who asked you out on the job. If anything, I’d make us look bad by chasing them out if they gave you any trouble for it.”

“Wait, you mean it?” MK said in awe as he stared at his dad. 

“Yup,” Pigsy said with a nod.

“We’re sorry if we made you feel pressured to say yeah by being excited,” Tang said, looking at Pigsy and waiting for his nod before continuing. “We just want you to be happy.”

“And what if never being with someone is what makes me happy?” MK asked. “What if I wanna just be with you guys and have friends I can hug and that’s it?”

“Then we’re happy if you’re happy,” Pigsy and Tang said at the same time, looking at each other in surprise before chuckling at the way they synced up.

“Oh thank HECK,” MK said, immediately slumping down onto the counter. “I was worried over nothing and now I’m exhausted.”

“Hey, you were worried about how they’d react and that’s understandable,” Mei said as she spoke up from his other side. “Like how I was with my parents.”

“And there’s no exhaustion that a nice bowl of Pigsy’s noodles can’t fix,” Pigsy said with a chuckle. “Come on. Tell us everything. It sounds like we have some revelations to go over because you’re… non-romantic?”

“Aromantic,” Tang corrected. “Hmn… maybe that explains why you have so much love to give to everyone else platonically.” 

His tone of voice told MK that was clearly a joke made in an attempt to lighten the mood. 

And it worked.

As awkward as it was, MK started to laugh.

“Well… it started when I saved her about a month ago.”

[ifearimaybeanamericanidiot]

Spelling Video

Context: I love the spelling bee videos, but I always feel s bad because Chris and Matt seem genuinely upset and disappointed with themselves that they didn't get the word right at times. So, basically here's this. I'm going to write a Matt version in a little bit.

Summary: Chris is upset that he struggles with spelling so much. His partner is always there to cheer him up though.

Chris Sturniolo x reader

TW: self-hate/negative self-talk

*important note: Matt calls his gf 'cat/kitty' in this as a nickname. I hate y/n but I didn't want to use an actual name for the immersion. the gf's friend is refered to with bear, also a nickname. sorry if this is confusing :')*

"Chris, it's not that big of a fucking deal." Nick says, his voice coming off a bit harsher than what I know he meant.

"You don't get it! You're so good at spelling! It's just embarrassing when I try to do it." I let out a huff of a breath. I cross my arms.

"You're not great at spelling, so what? I get words wrong too, and so does Matt. You don't hear him complaining." Nick stops. "If you really don't want us to post the video, then we won't. We'll have to film something else though, and I can tell you're tired. The fans like these videos, but it's up to you." He puts a hand on my shoulder. He's right. I am tired. I really don't want to film anything else tonight.

"Fine." I give in. "I guess it's fine if we post the video."

"I'll edit out some of the really bad spelling errors." Nick says. I know he's trying to cheer me up, but it does next to nothing. I nod to let him know I heard him.

"Let's go watch something downstairs while Nick edits. Okay?" Matt slides his phone into his pocket. He was probably texting his girlfriend about the words he spelled right even though they were really hard. I agree and we head down to the living room.

Matt clicks on Spongebob, then switches it to the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. I know he's trying to cheer me up, and while it is hard to be sullen when that absolute banger of a theme song is playing, it doesn't make the bad feeling in my stomach go away. It's only pushed to the back of my mind.

I get closer to Matt, snuggling up against his side. We get through a couple episodes before he pauses it. "Why'd you stop it?" I frown.

"I asked a couple people to come over. They'll be here in a few. Are you sure you want to be snuggled up to me like this when they get here?"

"Huh? All our friends know that we're close like this? I don't see why it would make a big difference." Matt pauses before he responds to me.

"I invited my girlfriend over." I wait for him to continue. "And her friend." I continue waiting because I'm still not seeing the big deal here. Matt sighs. "The one that always teases you about everything." Also the one I have feelings for. I don't want her to see me like this.

"No. Why would you invite her? Seriously, Matt." My voice comes out all whiny and I turn away from him. He wraps an arm around me, looping under my arms; preventing me from moving away further.

"I was telling cat about the stupid spelling thing and she asked if her coming over would make me feel better and I said yes. She asked how you were doing and I told her you were upset. She said she had an idea but needed bear to come with for it to work." He pulls me against his side again in a sort of hug. "Just trust us, okay?"

"Fine. But if she makes it worse, you owe me McDonald's."

"Whatever you say, Chrissy." He gives me one last squeeze and removes his arm, but I don't move away from him.

"I'm not going to move." I say, crossing my arms.

"That's fine, I'll tell cat to let herself in." I nod, and we go back to watching the now unpaused episode. I guess I must have nodded off for a little while. Matt's girlfriend is here, sitting on his other side and the turtles have been replaced with Drake and Josh.

"Hey, why'd you turn off the turtles?" My voice is rough and my words are slurred together. I rub my eyes, trying to wake up the rest of the way.

"I told you not to turn them off. I told you two the second you turned them off he would wake up, didn't I?" Cat's friend says. She's sitting with my legs over her lap. "You woke up the baby."

I pull my legs away from her. "It's fine. I needed to get up anyway." I say defensively.

"Dude." Cat hisses at her friend.

"Shit. Chris that came out wrong. I'm sorry." Oh. Well, that's never happened before. Strange.

"It...it's okay." I stretch my legs back out, but don't put them over her lap.

"The new video is up." Matt tells me, poking my shoulder.

"Can we watch it?" Cat's friend, Bear asks. She's pretty and mean to me. Absolutely not.

"No." I deny her. Cat already has the remote though and is pulling it up on the TV. I look at Matt. He asked me to trust them. "Fine. I don't care." We start watching the video. I'm tripping over words and single letters. It's so fuckin embarrassing.

Finally, in the video, after like five minutes, I get one easy ass word right. "Chris! That was so good!" Bear says from near my feet, moving closer to me.

"No, it fucking wasn't." I'm not going to let her just lie to my face.

"Yes, it was. You did your best. Looked really cute doing it too." She grins at me. My face gets hot. Matt and Cat get up.

"We're going to go get something to drink." It's just me and Bear. Matt said to trust them. I'm okay. It's okay. I sit up in Matt's absence, facing Bear.

"I'm serious, you know. I think you did really good." She gets closer. "You can ask me to spell words, if it would make you feel better." I shake my head. "C'mon, ask me to spell something."

"Fine. Spell..." I think for a second. "Fuchsia." Her face scrunches up.

"Hmmm, fuchsia...I think it's like y-o-u-r-f-a-c-e. Is that correct?" My face gets hotter.

"Uh...not even close." What is she doing?

"Oh. How do you spell it then?"

"Um, f-u-c-h-s-i-a? I think. Something like that."

"Good job, Chris. You're so fucking smart." She reaches out, touching her hand to my face. "So handsome too." Suddenly, she lurches forward and kisses my nose. "Sorry. I had to. I've wanted to do that since we met."

"Uh, it's okay Bear-" I yawn. "Sorry, I'm still tired."

"It's okay. You can take another nap on my lap if you want." I must be really tired because I move my head to rest in her lap.

"Why'd you call me the baby earlier?" I blurt out.

"Honestly? That's just how I view you. You're the youngest and you're goofy and pretty needy at times. Mostly though, I'd like to be able to call you baby, or my baby. So, I said the baby instead."

"Oh." I bury my face against her stomach. "I think I'd like that." I let out another yawn.

She pushes my hair out of my face. "Just go to sleep baby." Matt was right. This is helping. "I'll be here when you wake up. Just relax and sleep, my baby." She coos a little bit and I am dragged into the darkness of sleep.

[lonelychicago]

seven sentence sunday

tagged by @ebdaydreamer @shortsighted-owl and @loveyourownsmiilee thanks for the tags, loves!

this is from my college au!

"Hey, Eddie. Good to see you again." Buck greets him and licks his lips. "Are you guys coming to the after party?"

"Parties are not really my thing." Eddie shrugs.

"Really? Huh." Buck gets this mischievous glint in his eyes and his smirk turns teasing and amused. "I wouldn't have known from the last time—"

"And besides." Eddie cuts him off, feeling heat rush to his face. He really doesn't need a reminder of that night and that kiss that he definitely hasn't been thinking about for the entirety of a week. Lile, at all. Definitely not. "Maddie and I have an early class tomorrow, right?"

"Right." Maddie shoots him a weird look but then turns to her brother and beams. "You did amazing, though! I'm so proud of you."

Buck ducks his head and his cheeks flush, even deeper than they already were. His whole face transforms almost, and softens.

"Thanks, Mads." He whispers, so low that Eddie almost doesn't hear him— and it's at that moment that he sees this side frim Buck. Not the loud frat boy that likes to kiss strangers at parties and can shotgun a beer like no other, not the smug and cocky football player that Eddie saw tonight. But a softer, more quiet side— the little brother that just lights up when his sisters tell him how proud of him she is.

Buck just preens at the praise and Eddie— Eddie's feeling things that he's not supposed to feel for his friend's little brother. "Anyway, I probably should go back to the team." Buck says after a few seconds. "But thanks for coming. Really, Maddie, I—" "I know." Maddie nods and cups her little brother's cheek. "I'll swing by after my class and we'll grab some coffee, okay?"

"Yeah, sounds great." Buck smiles and then he's walking backwards and away from them. Eddie wants to yell at him not to be an idiot, that he can fall and hit his head or something. "Bye Chim! Bye, Eds! See you around, I guess?"

The teasing, smirking idiot is back but Eddie thinks he sees something close to disappointment simmering under the surface.

Or maybe that's just his stupid imagination. Probably. Most likely.

"Yeah, see you around, Buckley." He waves and Buck winks at him. Fucking winks at him, before he's turning around and jogging back to his team. Eddie watches him go and can't shake the feeling that he'll be seeing more of Evan Buckley— whether he wants it or not.

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[eventinelysplayground]

This is my second entry for @aquagirl1978 challenge A Series of Firsts. I promise no heart lurching this time just fluff and some implied smut.

Dance Lesson

I hope she's in her room when I get there. We gotta sit down and have a talk about whatever has been going on with her lately.

Jin walked quickly down the hallway picking up his pace as he got closer to Emma's room. Just as he turned one corner he caught a glimpse of her hair going around the opposite one.

Damn, looks like I missed her. Guess I have no choice but to follow her now.

Jin quickened his pace again so he could catch up to Emma but then he suddenly slowed down.

You know maybe it might be better if I just follow her. She's been coming up with all sorts of excuses not to see me during the evening lately.

*Flashbacks*

Jin: Hey Emma, I got a new type of whiskey from a minister today. Want to join me in my room tonight for a private sampling?

Emma: Oh that sounds great Jin but ummm I actually have a lot of studying I need to do. Sariel's lessons are brutal.

Jin: Well I was your tutor. I could always help you study.

Emma: No thank you! I know where that will end up.

****

Jin: Emma, how about we go out for a bit when I'm done work?

Emma: Sorry Jin I'm busy.

Jin: Too busy for some quality time with your lover?

Emma: I'm really sorry, next time I promise.

****

Jin: Hey Emma.

Emma: Sorry Jin I'm in a hurry. I'm already super late, I'll come see you later ok.

Jin: No problem.

*Flashbacks End*

I know that she's only just come back to the palace for good and it's going to take time for her to get used to everything but this isn't like her.

Jin followed a close distance behind Emma. Thankfully Emma's thoughts were preoccupied and she never noticed him there. When she reached a little used parlor she cautiously looked around her then entered.

Now what is she up to in there?

As Jin was about to go after her he saw Nokto come down the hallway and enter the same parlor as Emma.

Well well, just what are you two up to?

Jin's inner voice may have sounded calm but he was anything but. He seemed to freeze to the spot for a moment before he headed for the door. Once there he could faintly hear Emma and Nokto's voices from inside.

Nokto: You've gotten a lot better at this.

Emma: Thanks! I'm having a lot more fun now too.

Nokto: Well if you want to do something really fun.

Emma: No thank you!

Jin chuckled to himself.

Seriously what the hell are you two up to?

Jin pushed open the parlor door, inside he found Emma dancing with Nokto. Nokto gave Jin a wink and spun Emma around, as soon as she spotted Jin she came to a dead stop almost knocking Nokto over.

Emma: Jin! What are you doing here?

Jin: I was walking past and saw you come in here. Figured I could get some time alone with you finally.

Nokto: Real subtle, have fun you two.

Nokto gave a lazy wave as he left the room.

Emma: I'm so sorry Jin.

Jin: For what?

Emma: For not telling you what I was doing.

Emma hung her head. Jin walked up to her and lifted her chin with his fingers.

Jin: Hey, I don't have a problem with you learning to dance but why keep it a secret?

Emma: Well I haven't been back at the palace long and when you told me last week about the ball at the end of the month I got worried. We've never danced together before and I didn't want you to be disappointed with how bad I am at it.

Emma, you always amaze me. I can't believe you went to all this trouble just for me and over something like this. You're right though and I guess I got to make it right.

Jin: We haven't danced huh. Well why don't we fix that now.

Jin stepped back and bowed to Emma then offered her his hand.

Jin: May I have this dance Emma?

Emma's eyes sparkled and she smiled as she took Jin's offered hand. They got into the starting position and then Jin led Emma into a dance. His movements were graceful and Emma followed his lead as if it was the most natural thing for her body to do.

Emma: I think I'm doing better than when Nokto was teaching me. I'm definitely having more fun!

Jin: Well if you want to do something really fun.

Jin scooped Emma up into his arms and planted a passionate kiss to her lips.

Emma: Mmm Jin.

Jin: I love it when you say my name like that. I was going to take you back to my room but I don't think I'd make it and that look in your eyes tells me you probably wouldn't either. I can't wait to spend all night touching every inch of you.

Jin gently laid Emma down on the nearby sofa planting a row of kisses down her neck before getting up and walking over to the door. As soon as Jin heard the click of the lock he turned back around to Emma who giggled at him.

Emma: See I knew if you helped me study we'd end up like this.

[shallowseeker]

Oh, my GOD, Cas. Dean was so stupidly worried about you, you dumbass. (12x17-12x19)

After 12x12 Stuck in the Middle (with You), wherein Cas experienced his worst nightmare (watching his human family die while they fought to protect him), dude freaked out and bailed his ass to Heaven. And Dean...

Here, have a long-ass super-post of all the worried Dean moments I snipped out from the episodes:

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In 12x17 The British Invasion, Dean's anxiety is amping up, and he's visibly and verbally disappointed when Cas isn't at the hunting rendezvous.

From the episode transcript: Dean is on the phone, listening to a message. Cas [voicemail]: This is my voicemail. Make your voice a mail. Dean [into phone]: Come on, Cas. I've called you three times now. Will you call me back? We've got a line on Dagon. We need your help.

///

They get into the Impala and drive to the junkyard where Sam, Eileen, Mick and Renny are waiting. It is now night-time. Dean: This everyone? Sam: Yeah. Still no word from Cas. Dean: Right. Great. 

///

Dean enters the library. Sam is sitting at the table looking at his laptop. Dean: Mornin'. Sam: Mornin'. Hey, you, uh, you hear anything from Cas yet? Dean: Mm. No. Still MIA. Sam: You think he's all right? Dean: I don't know. [Looking around worriedly] 

Notably, in the script, Cas was perhaps actively lying to Dean, saying he's working on "getting here," and saying he's "half a day out." In the episode, they adjusted it to better explain Cas's absence, crank up Dean's worry, and ramp up the tension (a good change).

///

In 12x18 The Memory Remains episode (and script) Dean is pacing the hallways and stress-cleaning his guns:

From the script: DEAN: Come on... CAS (voicemail): This is my voicemail, make your voice a mail. DEAN (on the beep): Okay, screw this. I've been calling for days, Cas, I-- we found Dagon, and we got our asses handed to us, even though we had the Colt. (then) Really coulda used some backup, but-- guess you were too busy ignoring my damn calls, right? He hangs up. Equal parts worried and pissed. *** SAM: Any luck with Cas? DEAN: Still AWOL. SAM: Okay, so let's find him. DEAN: Already tried. The GPS on his phone's switched off-- and there's nothing in the system about a weird dude in a trenchcoat getting arrested... or turning up dead, so... He's worried. They both are. SAM: Dean, it's Cas-- this isn't the first time he's dropped off the map, and whatever's happening, he'll be fine. He always is. On Dean, wanting to believe that.

Hello! CAS SWITCHED OFF HIS GPS SO DEAN COULDN'T EVEN TRACK HIS LAST KNOWN LOCATION (the playground entrance to Heaven, no doubt). Dean is now beside himself with worry, calling to mind the looming threat of the cosmic consequences from Billie. He fears that Cas is dead.

///

And from the episode transcipt: At the bunker, Dean is still trying to reach Castiel on the phone and leaves him yet another message. DEAN: Come on. Cas, it's me. I've been trying to get ahold of you for days. I don't know what's going on, but we got a line on Dagon...And we got our asses handed to us, even with the Colt. So...Could really use the backup. Call me back. *** SAM: So no luck with Cas, huh? DEAN: Yeah, still AWOL. SAM: All right, so let's find him. DEAN: I've been trying, Sam. The GPS on his phone is turned off, and there's nothing in the system about some weird guy in a trench coat getting arrested or turning up dead. SAM: Right. Dean, it's Cas. I mean, this isn't the first time he's dropped off the map, you know? And whatever's happening, he'll be fine. He always is. DEAN: Yeah. Dean is unconvinced and continues cleaning his guns.

Also, aw. Sam may not always understand WHY, but when it comes to Cas, he handles Dean clumsily-but-trying-to-be-gentle, same as he and Bobby did way back in season 6. When it comes to Cas, Sam knows that Dean is pretty, erm, combustible.

///

In 12x19 The Future (and script), Dean is so angry and incredibly hurt about being ignored. Then, Cas tries to return the damn Led Zeppelin mixtape.

The mixtape looks very new, and given the events of 12x12 Stuck in the Middle (with You), it is very likely an item that Dean gifted specifically to try and feel out Cas's "I love you, I love all of you." Unfortunately, here, it feels like rejection. Dean takes it in stride.

From the episode transcipt: (Bunker Door opens) SAM: Cas. CAS: Hello. SAM: Hey. You're all right. Um – Where have you been? DEAN: Let me rephrase that for Sam. Where the hell have you been? And why have you ignored our phone calls? CAS: Where I was, the – the reception was, uh, poor. DEAN: No bars? No bars. That's his excuse. Wow. CAS: I was in Heaven. I was working with the angels. When I saw Dagon had captured Kelly, I-I thought they could help. SAM: And? CAS: Nothing. SAM: Well, at least you're back. We're glad you're back. DEAN: Really? No, I'm sorry. Okay, 'cause while you were striking out in Heaven, we had a shot at Dagon, and we lost. CAS: I know. I received your messages. DEAN: Oh, you did – you did receive the messages? Okay, that's good. CAS: Dean. DEAN: So not only were you ditching us, but you were also ignoring us? That's great. 'Cause we really could've used the backup. But, uh, you were too busy with, um (Clicks tongue) What was it? Nothing? CAS: Dean, I – DEAN: What the hell is wrong with you, man? You know, whatever. That's-- (chuckles painfully) Yeah. Welcome back. (walks away) SAM: Dean, y—

So, Dean senses (rightfully, mind you) that Cas is being secretive. Cas got his messages, and he didn't call him back while he was on the road or anything. And all that time, Dean though Cas was dead. I'd be pretty mad, too. Dean softens quickly and tries to express his desire for Cas keeping in contact:

(Dean on laptop in his room) (Knock on door) (Door opens) CAS: Sorry, Dean. Um I just wanted to return this. (hands Dean a cassette) DEAN: (woodenly, without looking at Cas. He extends the tape): It's a gift. You keep those. CAS: Oh. DEAN: Cas, you can't – (breaks) With everything that's going on, you can't just go dark like that. We didn't know what happened to you. We were worried. That's not okay. CAS: Well, I didn't mean to add to your distress.

The thing about this scene is...Cas knows the mixtape represents something emotional, and he knows that Dean's distressed. So, here he comes, and he plays on Dean's emotions to get him to lower his guard. It's...hm. Dishonest.

But later in the episode, because Dean knows Cas is doing all this tomfoolery to protect them, he forgives Cas remarkably easily. He even resolves to try to get on the same page as Cas, to "not let him walk away again."

CAS: I – Dean, I just keep failing. Again and again. When you were taken, I searched for months and I couldn't find you. And then Kelly escaped on my watch, and I couldn't find her. And I just wanted I needed to come back here with a win for you. For myself. DEAN: You think you're the only one rolling snake eyes here? Me and Sam, we had her. We had Kelly and we lost her. CAS: And if you find her again? DEAN: Sam's working on it. Of course, he's hell-bent on finding something that doesn't mean killing her or her kid. CAS: Right. And if he doesn't find something? If you run out of time, could either of you kill an innocent? DEAN: We will find a better way. CAS: You mean, we? DEAN: Yes, dumbass.

Dean's distress is even more apparent in the 12x19 script draft:

From the script (above): BANG! THE DOOR OPENS. Sam and Dean look up to see--CASTIEL. He pauses-- regards them sheepishly-- CAS: Hello. Sam and Dean are stunned. They haven't seen Cas since "Somewhere Between Heaven and Hell," when he left for Heaven without telling them. (Aside//He also disabled his GPS before he even left for Heaven, or they'd have known where he went!) SAM: Uh, hey Cas. (then) Where've you been? DEAN: Let me rephrase that for Sam-- "where the HELL have you been?" (then) Why didn't you return our calls? CAS: Where I was-- the reception was...poor. DEAN: No bars? That's your excuse? On Cas. A beat, then-- CAS: I've...I've been in Heaven. And that brings Sam and Dean up short. CAS: I was working with the angels. They're looking for Kelly Kline, too. The boys trade a look. SAM: And? Push in on Cas, a loaded beat. He shakes his head. CAS: Nothing. He seems ashamed. We'll realize later: Cas is lying. He does in fact have an active plan with the angels-- but one he must keep secret from the boys for now. Sam catches the dejection in Cas's voice, softens. SAM: We're just glad you're back. But Dean's not satisfied. DEAN: (to Sam) Really? (to Cas) Well, while your were striking out in Heaven, we got a shot at Dagon. CAS: I know-- I received your messages. DEAN: Ah. So you ditched us and you're been icing us out-- great. Cas looks away-- DEAN: Just saying, it would’ve been nice to have some back up-- you, like a super strong dude, in a trenchcoat. (dripping disdain) But hey, you were busy, you know-- with all that nothing.

Knowing the root of the issue--that Dean's emotional and "distressed," Cas doesn't even wait that long to go after him. Plus, Dean flashes the Colt, so Cas follows him to his room with the intent of acquiring it. Cas knows he's probably about to hurt Dean's feelings again, but for Dean's safety, it's worth the risk.

///

From the script (above): SAM: Dean-- But Dean ignores him-- stepping forward-- to Cas-- DEAN: Seriously-- what the Hell's wrong with you? On Cas. Not sure how to answer that. A beat then-- Dean turns-- grabs the Colt-- DEAN: Whatever. Welcome home.

Okay, so I'm sensing a SPNwin Millie parallel here, that no matter how mad they are at each other, no matter how mad Dean is at Cas, Dean is scripted to tell Cas WELCOME HOME. Gahhhhh!

Dean bails to his room, taking the Colt with him. Of Sam and Cas. Cas, torn... LATER... Dean's on his laptop, trying to bury himself in the Kelly Kline search. A knock on the door. He ignores it. After a beat, Cas steps in. Awkwardly-- CAS: Dean-- I'm sorry. Dean doesn't even look up. A long, awkward beat, then Cas places a MIXED TAPE on Dean's dresser. CAS: I--wanted to return this. We see a homemade label: "Dean's Top 13 Zepp Traxx." Dean still doesn't look up. Cas moves for the door-- DEAN: That was a gift. To keep. CAS: Oh. Dean turns to Cas-- softening a bit-- DEAN: Cas, you can't-- with everything that's going on, you can't just go dark. For weeks. (off Cas's look) We were worried, okay? On Cas. He's still cagey, keeping the weight of a (yet to be revealed) secret. Attempting to make peace... CAS: It wasn't my intention to add to your distress, I... On Cas, desperate to make things clear to Dean-- but he can't reveal too much. So he tells his emotional truth. CAS: Dean, I keep...failing. Again and again. When you and Sam were taken, I search for months-- I couldn't find you, Kelly escaped, on my watch-- and I couldn't find her. (beat) I just wanted-- needed to come back with a win. For you. For myself. And Dean gets that. DEAN: Look-- you're not the only one rolling snake eyes here. Me and Sam, we just had Kelly-- we lost her, too. CAS: And if you do find her...do you really think you can kill a pregnant women? Dean looks away-- the idea of doing that...it's his nightmare. And Cas notices. A beat, then-- Dean shakes his head, so wanting to believe... DEAN: Not gonna have to. We'll find a better way. CAS: We? DEAN: Yeah. We. (then) You ever think the reason we keep striking out is 'cause we're all off in our own corners? I mean-- when has that ever worked, right?

///

Later in the episode, it's clear that Cas isn't working with Heaven for his reputation. And Dean's mad about Cas lying and not communicating, sure, but he isn't really that mad about the theft of the Colt:

CAS: I...I wanted to keep you out of this-- to keep you safe. ***

(Dean working on Castiel's truck) (Dog barking in distance) SAM: How did this happen? DEAN: (Scoffs) What? The lying? The Heaven plan? Or the fact that I'm working on this stupid truck? SAM: No, I mean, what's wrong with Cas? DEAN: Well, he hasn't exactly had a banner year. I mean, think about it. Between Lucifer (Blows air) killing Billie, Ramiel, everything's been blowing up in his face. And he's so desperate for a win right now, he can't even see straight. (gestures to truck) Go ahead and give it a try. (Sam climbs in truck)

///

And later, Dean gets to watch his nightmare scenario play out— the thing he's been freaking out about all season since Billie warned of the cosmic consequences. Cas's impending death.

From above: WHAM! Cas falls to the group-- eyes glazed, face a bloody mash. Beaten. Dagon looks to Kelly-- DAGON: Look at him, your-- (with a sneer) Angelic defender. Heh. You really thought he could save you? This sad, fluttering, aimless little moth? Dagon reaches down, grabbing the front of Cas's shirt-- he tries to fight, but he's too weak, as-- Dagon hoists Cas up. His feet dangling in the air.

From above: And as Sam, Dean, and Kelly stare-- oh fucking no-- the bullet drops to the grass. Dagon looks to Dean-- DAGON: Cool, right? Before Dean can respond, the camera whips right-- and Dagon is behind him! Sam notices-- point-- SAM: Dean! Dean spins-- and Dagon grabs the colt with one hand, and strike with the other. Snapping a fist into Dean's elbow--BREAKING HIS ARM! With a sickening SNAP! Dean drops to the ground-- in AGONY-- leaving Dagon holding the Colt-- DAGON: Yeah...time to take this little bitch off the board. And the Colt goes lava-hot red in her hand. Sizzling-- On Dean. Can't believe what he's seeing-- DEAN: No! But it's too late. The Colt melts in Dagon's hand. Barrel and cylinder collapsing-- Camera moves to Cas, injured on the ground looking around-- At Kelly, helpless and cowering--- At Sam, injured by the bench-- At Dean, hurt and one his knees, in front of Dagon-- His worst nightmare-- everyone he tried to protect in pain and mortal danger. Dagon tosses what's left of the colt away.

//

From above: Dagon charges up her glowing, angel-smiting fist and swings-- SAM: Cas! DEAN: No! Cas stares death in the eye. Then-- GOLD LIGHT pulses up Kelly's arm (the same gold as Kelly's eyes in Act 2), rushing through Cas's arm-- we zoom into Cas's eyes--

///

And after Jack defeats Dagon, and Cas avoids death, it's still...strange. Gentle. Scary? Cas heals Dean but he seems serene, as if he's in a trance.

Sam and Dean stare at Cas-- Dean cradling his broken arm. He swaps a glance with Sam-- both in awe of Cas, but also shaken by his display of power.

///

In the last moment, we see Dean make up his mind. Dean decides that yeah, he's fighting FOR Cas. He's not going to let him walk away.

From above: He turns away-- Dean grabs Cas's arm-- DEAN: Cas, no-- whatever that thing did to you-- we're not gonna just let you walk away. Not again. (then, emotional) That's not happening. CAS: Yes. It is. It has to.

Because the unfortunate reality is...Dean can't stop him.

[thatonesquintern13]

📺: the way home - season two

season one recap 🩵

episode one - the space between:

• watching the ‘previously on’ like i didn’t just spend the week recapping it

• thought this was jacob and dell but it’s just another little boy and older lady

• “it will always take you where you need to go.” 👀

• picking up where season one left off. kat and dell were literally JUST healing and now where back to murder boarding

• oh we’re just immediately jumping into the FROZEN pond

• it didn’t work!

• kat you know that’s not how it works !! just get out before you freeze!!!

• oh god now alice is in the pond

• and YEAH we’re BENEATH THE ICE

• ALICE

• KAT DONT YOU KNOW CPR

• CHEST COMPRESSIONS

• oh god alice is back okay

• so much just happened oh my god

• a note for kat on elliot’s door ):

• me and elliot squabbin the next time i see him 😤

• (did anyone else’s school use the word squab around like 2015?? 2016??)

• “if i’ve learned anything these last few months it’s the worst thing to waste is time.” i gUESS!

• now how can a dog time travel 😭 the pond is SICK for that

• “the pond is done with us, allie. we have to be done with it.” we’ll see

• they’re making a pact to stay in the present

• time jump! seven months laterrrr

• hello?? DECODE PARAMORE?!?!

• and kat is jogging through the woods like is this twilight???

• passed elliot’s (still empty) house. hayley williams is right, how did we get here 😭

• ofc kat is listening to decode she’s an emo millennial

• if you think about it this kinda is like twilight. she’s gonna jump off a cliff next probably

• dell landry: bee keeping age!!!

• where’d the horse come from? 🤨

• “hey, boy. who are you?” oh so neither of us know okay

• oh! it’s the last day of school!

• not spencer from school pulling up

• and maybe zoe from school? hard to say

• alice is leaving!? oh going to the states with brady

• “that’s the thing about shared custody, eventually you have to share.” rip /:

• ugh r*chel mention

• “i am screening your next guy! these last two, they’ve been so very disappointing.” LAST TWO!?

• oh she meant brady and elliot 😂

• “brady only disappointed in the later years. we don’t.. we don’t talk about elliot.” yeah still too soon formerly nemesis monica

• lol so new guy leaves (suspiciously 🤨) and kat is like “okay fiiine i’ll take over the herald and hire myself back!! if i must!!!”

• and good for her!

• oh someone’s died 😰

• evelyn goodwin??

• oldest member of the most prestigious (and wealthiest) family in port haven. an institution, dell says!

• linger?more?

• oh elliot has the AUDACITY to send post cards 😤

• yeah, alice you’re right to roll your eyes at him!!

• we’re getting so much landry lore!

• but also more evidence for my jacob is his own ancestor theory

• the landrys were a founding family of port haven with the aforementioned goodwins

• dell talking about HAPPY MEMORIES OF COLTON!!!! 🥹

• we’re throwing a summer partyyyy

• landry ladies kitchen dancing 🥹

• ruined! by brady calling 😤

• oh so kat and alice are on the same wavelength as me. no wonder kat knows so much about her great great whoevers

• they stuck to their word, no pond!

• “yeah, well. elliot’s not around anymore to give us those pearls of wisdom.” “when are you gonna let that go?” no, no. hold that grudge, alice.

• “elliot promised that he would always be there to help, and when we needed him the most […], he bails.” just like the avatar 😪

• can’t help but notice the herald is brighter now that new guy is gone.

• now i know brady isn’t trying to blame KAT for the shared custody thing

• are we ever gonna be introduced to rachel bc now it’s getting suspicious

• “alice is no distraction, she’s the glue” she really is huh 😭

• ooooh evelyn goodwin put the herald in her will???

• kat is going to ✨lingermore✨

• (i’m guess that’s the goodwin estate?)

• “no wonder you turned the herald into a weekly, you’re always here” okay dell kinda ate with that one 😭

• “i’m going up the hill” me: kate bush?

•but also: *eerie music change* “i’m going with you.”

• okay now i’m scared of lingermore

• oh something has Happened here…

• sorry, evelyn saved everything to open a museum and her son was just like “eh oh well. gonna sell.” ??? hate men.

• oooh but now the herald gets it all!!

• now kat has the entire history of port haven at her fingertips! finding jacob has literally never been easier.

• oh something Sinister has Happened here… 😰

• alice! step away from that pond! you promised your mother!!

• oh she’s just coming to say goodbye ):

• girl back up that’s literally how you fell in the first time!!

• oh it’s LITERALLY how she fell in the first time? the bracelet hello???

• i do enjoy that when i gasp now it’s actually stuff i am surprised about

• is dell gonna have flashbacks of her own of this place now?

• she’s just sad about evelyn ):

• you know. this was kinda how dell’s future was looking before kat and alice showed up…

• yeah how is kat supposed to get all these boxes back to the herald

• UM

• why’s this portrait look just like kat 😀

• “MY KATHERINE, 1814” HELLO

• what did evelyn know 👀

• aww the jewelry dish

• we are immediately back to kat and alice keeping secrets from each other 🫠

• she’s a runna she’s a track star 🏃🏻‍♀️

• oh! note’s gone from the door! is elliot back???

• omg he’s back

• “well kat landry!” “oh… elliot augustine…” okayyyy

•god, kat might as well have just said “you look hot” that would’ve been less embarrassing 😭

• (and he does, she was right.)

• why is elliot being weird

• wait. just realized this man LEFT in the MIDDLE OF THE SCHOOL YEAR??? elliot there’s a TEACHER SHORT- wait they’re canadian…. is there a canadian teacher shortage??

• um but still. in the middle of the year, dawg??

• okay elliot when have you ever “imposed” on the landrys be so for real

• omg kat get up girl you are not playing it cool rn

• “i will never understand why she took elliot’s travels so hard” bc they’re besties??? (also bc that’s her stepdad but we apparently are keeping that a secret)

• dell didn’t notice that kat and alice were literally time traveling but she DID clock kat and elliot and that is, once again, so southern of her.

• “i haven’t seen you wear the bracelet in forever! i was beginning to think you lost it.” hehe about that…

• no actually WHY is elliot so… off i’m starting to not trust this… like go back to the caribbean if you’re gonna be like this

• “somebody had a glow up.” lmao rita!!

• “looks like elliot had what the kids call a hot boy summer” RITA!!!

• oh so alice didn’t know about katelliot and is really just mad bc elliot is her bestie!!!

• “and besides, there is no us, really. right?” ELLIOT YOU’RE THE BIGGEST DUMB DUMB THERE IS

• fumbled the bag

• he didn’t even say GOODBYE!? god what is with these men

• “great party, dell.” 😭😂

• “you better get out there and get a lobster before rita pilfers them all” lol okay great callback

• “[the farm] will always be here waiting for you.” 🥹

• fireworks for colton 😭😭😭😭

• flashbacks for everyone 🥺

• i miss colton landry

• ugh how long are kat and elliot going to pretend they don’t love each other

• alice is connecting dots

• colton and baby elliot 🥺 the club house is always there for him to have a space 😭

• “don’t waste any time, kid. because it’s never guaranteed.” and elliot thought that was a joke?? i-

• *branch snaps* “did you hear that?” WHO CAME BACK 🫵🏽

• “i saw that look between you and elliot. are you two together?” alice you’re far too late

• alice you didn’t ruin anything, sweetie 😭

• kinda rude that i grew up an hour from the beach and never went to a summer bonfire beach party in high school. (i didn’t go to parties in hs who am i kidding)

• oh! we’re being haunted by our past! cool.

• an elliot mixtape!!! IN THE CLUBHOUSE

• aww elliot’s here.

• with a STRONG candian ‘sorry’

• oh they met alice after the last summer cookout… interesting

• i thought “traveling” was a euphemism. but he actually meant time traveling lol

• “i’m sorry i didn’t say goodbye. i just knew if i saw you, i wouldn’t go.” OKAY AND WOULD THAT HAVE BEEN SO BAD

• just sitting on the bed nothing crazy

• SCREAMING !!!!!

• grey’s anatomy training 😏

•making out with all for you playing in the background. gonna cry actually.

• elliot apologizing right away 😭 okay there’s the awkward guy i missed

• “i’m not your problem anymore” WHY WOULD SHE SAY THATTTTT

• ALEXA, PLAY EXHILE BY TAYLOR SWIFT

• the sad part is, they could just go right back to how they were. like elliot is so willing to be that sounding board for kat.

• but. he blew it. super hard. complete buffoonery.

• “welcome home.” damn she’s cold

• baby nick!!!

• ugh elliot was gonna make his move RIGHT before kat met brady 😭

• so i guess spencer from school and zoe from school are??? no more???

• alice is still hung up on nick 😭 girl he’s old let it gooo

• why are they making her sing rn

• now look you’ve made her get stage fright again. (it’s definitely not the ghosts of her mother’s past coming to haunt her…)

• kat and dell finally getting the mother daughter relationship they deserve??

• is the house called lingmore or lingermore… i need to look this up

• the subtitles are telling me lingermore. dell’s accent is just thick lmao

• oh! see, dell thought evelyn reminded her of herself too.

• “i wanna build back our relationship. i wanna get to know you again.” yup yup yup 🥹

• kat has also noticed that dell is talking about colton and jacob in a positive light now

• “no more regrets, only resets” dell would kill on facebook

• ugh, i know Something is going to happen and it’s gonna ruin everything we accomplished in this scene

• um why are we back at the “did you hear that” scene 😰

• WHO IS THAT!?!?? 🫵🏽

• colton???? new guy?????? JACOB!?!?!?

• oh my god

• the blurry polaroid!!

• alice and kat sharing their secrets! season of healing!

• kat don’t let her manipulate you like this!

• okay or do. whatever.

• wait elliot send that text 😭 you gotta be the one to fix this, dude.

• neighbor!? who is this man???

• they better not be trying to give dell another love interest 😤

• could be elliot’s dad tho? but i doubt it

• suspicious buyer of the neighboring farm????

• the new buyer isn’t going to lease the fields sooo what does that mean 😅

• dell is going to be losing money?

• AND WHOSE HORSE IS THIS

• don’t tell me that horse jumped in the pond 🤧

• mother daughter pond jump 🤪

• “it’ll take us where we need to go” what could go wrong! 😀

• BABY ELLIOT!?

• has present elliot been LYING to present kat this whole time??????

• if i got sent to 1814- hold up who is that

• not the gun

• HELLO

• grey’s anatomy training (dying in a horrific way)

• um. okay 😀

fin.

[lilyblackdraws]

second chapter of this plume abyssal hunter thing i wrote some time ago.

“Hey, Plume, stop spacing out.”

“Huh?”, Plume looks in the direction of the voice that called out to her.

“Ah. Sorry, I was a bit lost in thought.”

“I could tell. Leave it for when the mission’s over.”

“I will, my bad.”

Plume and Firewatch were riding along with a convoy that hired Rhodes Island protection for a trip between mobile cities. It was a routine task that was expected to carry low risk. After Plume made a good impression on Firewatch in a prior mission, she requested her to accompany her on this one.

It was a clear day. Moderate temperature, low wind, great visibility. The two had spotted some wild beasts in the distance every now and then, but nothing had approached them and there was no need to take the initiative.

Even though nothing was really happening, Plume made sure to stay vigilant after the comment from Firewatch. She didn’t want to disappoint her, so she kept scanning the horizon for any threats.

But in the end nothing much happened. There were a few small engagements, but the two handled them without any issues.

On the last day of the journey however, a larger group got agitated by them passing through and attacked. Plume and Firewatch aside, there was noone who could put up a fight and it seemed like too much for the two to handle. Firewatch couldn’t do much at close range, but Plume immediately grasped the situation and went ahead to get the group’s attention. Facing so many threats at once, she couldn’t do much but defend, focus on dodging and direct them away from the convoy. If it was just her, she would likely not have gotten out of this. Plume was quick on her feet, but so were the beasts. However, with Plume somehow handling their aggression for now, Firewatch was free to line up her shots and steadily dispatched them one by one, gradually reducing the pressure on Plume.

By the time the group was reduced enough, that she could fight back, she was actually too exhausted to do so, having taken a few stray hits here and there too, but both of them stayed focused and got finished the job.

Afterwards, in the convoy:

“That was reckless of you.”

“It was the only option. Someone had to lure them away from the convoy.”

“True enough. Your immediate reaction probably saved us a lot of damage. I was just surprised.”

Plume tilted her head, unsure of what to say to that.

“It seems you’ve grown quite a bit since our last time together. That rigidness is pretty much gone.” Firewatch sighed.

“I had some time to think.”

“Is that all you did, think?”

“No. Well, mostly. I guess.” Plume looked into the distance.

“I guess I’m still thinking.”

“What’s with that.”

“What do you mean?”

“Maybe you’re thinking too much now.”

Plume looked slightly puzzled.

“Regular protocol would be for you to wait for my order, not just do what you want. It’s important to be coordinated.”

“It worked out though, didn’t it?”

“It did, because... well, because you did a good job setting things up for me. Admittedly.”

Firewatch was having a hard time getting her point across.

“It’s fine then...” Plume glanced to the side.

“It would be, if we had talked it out in advance.”

“Aren’t you the rigid one now?”

Firewatch glared at Plume.

“Enough of this. You did a good job, I just didn’t expect you to act the way you did. Don’t worry about it, now I know.”

“I can... I don’t mind following orders.”

“No, it’s better this way. You’re developing yourself. Don’t let yourself be held down.”

From there, the mission wrapped up without any other issues. The two made their way to the resident R.I. branch office where Firewatch wrote their mission report.

Some time after the Gladiia incident

Plume’s carrying herself differently while out on a mission with [Someone]

[Someone] notices and brings up how she seems more ‘mature’

Plume brushes it off at first, gets contemplative, then brings it back up

Some time later back at Rhodes Island, Plume is sitting in her room thinking about what Firewatch said to her.

She thought back to the moment she saw that group of wild beasts and suddenly grasped the situation, a line of actions forming in her mind, leading to the resolution of this threat. Without hesitation, she had gone ahead and done what she determined was the right course of action and in doing so, didn’t wait for an order from the senior operator that was with her.

According to her training, what she did was wrong, but it lead to a good outcome.

During the conversation with Firewatch afterwards, she had questions in her mind whether Firewatch could’ve routed out the correct course as quickly as she did in that moment, but she had also immediately felt bad about thinking like that.

Who was she to question her competence in this way? Had she followed protocol, surely everything would’ve been fine either way, right?

But what she did was right. It was correct. Nothing was wrong, but it was wrong. You have to stick to the rules, you have to do as you’re told.

But what if what you’re told isn’t correct. What if the orders you’re given aren’t as efficient as what you would’ve done by yourself?

Plume sounded out her mounting frustration and started pacing around her room.

Why is everything so difficult all of a sudden? She used to be able to just act, but now she’s thinking. Firewatch was right, she’s thinking too much.

“But now I’ve started thinking, so how could I stop? If I have something to contribute, then I should, right?”, Plume thought to herself.

She looked at the shelf with the box that she was keeping that hat in. The hat she was given by Specter. It’s all because of them. Specter, Gladiia, Skadi.

Gladiia. “I have to talk to her again... No. She can’t be the only one I can turn to in this situation.”

Plume walked to her window and leaned onto it with her forehead. She could feel the coldness of the glass spread through her forehead, but it did nothing to calm her thoughts.

She stared into the distance for a while.

“But... so what, right? Those three, they’re just kinda doing their own thing all the time on missions, aren’t they?”

She started pacing back and forth again.

“But they’re on an entirely different level. They’re doing their own thing because it works and... but my thing worked...”

She glanced back at the box.

“Maybe I should talk to Specter... She seems the easiest to approach of the three. But she’s also difficult. She gets you caught up in her pace. I can’t talk to Gladiia... Skadi is scary...

Is she though? Wasn’t she just kind of around back when I met them all together? She just never talks much, isn’t that it?”

And so, Plume found the resolve to meet with Skadi. She just went out immediately without reconsidering it, because she would definitely have called it off if she did.

Plume didn’t know where Skadi’s room was, but it wasn’t difficult to find and soon enough she found herself in front of her door and knocked on it.

Just when she was about to leave, she heard her voice. “come in, it’s open.”

She opened the door. Plume didn’t know what to expect, but it was just a perfectly average room.

The window was open and Skadi was sitting at the table. Had she been looking out the window until now? Plume had no idea what any of them did in their free time.

“sit down. i don’t want to keep looking up.”

Plume sat down across from Skadi. The two of them locked eyes.

“well, what is it?”, Skadi asked in a flat voice.

“I’ve been thinking...” “don’t.”

“Wuh?” Plume was startled by her sudden interjection.

“it’s easier to not think. don’t let specter get into your head.”

“Right now you’re the one who’s in my head...”

Skadi sighed and turned to fully face Plume.

“gladiia mentioned you.”

“She did?” “when we had her talk about the trip she went on with you.”

An undefinably long moment of silence fell over the room.

“well in the end you should decide for yourself. if you feel that you’re inadequate, go meet the doctor. if that doesn’t help, maybe you have to part with this place and find something that suits you better.”

Plume was shaken by the way Skadi seemingly skipped what could have been half an hour of conversation, if not more.

“I see.”

“listen, you shouldn’t associate with us too much. it’s not good for you or anyone. but that’s just what i think. specter seems to like you,”

Plume glanced around the room, a bit afraid of asking the question.

“and Gladiia?” “she’s gladiia.” “Right...”

Plume got up. “Well... thanks, Skadi. I think that helped.”

“nbd.”

As Plume left, she felt that she should just keep going and made her way to Doctor’s office.

She didn’t know if they were busy or not, but it couldn’t hurt to check.

Plume knocked on the heavy door and called out: “It’s me, Plume. If you have some time, I have something I need advice on.”

“Come in.”, Doctor answered immediately, Plume opened the door and entered.

“Have a seat.” Plume sat down. “What’s troubling you?”

“Lately I’ve been feeling confused about how to... act? I first noticed it when I was on a mission with Firewatch. “ Plume paused.

“Mhm, the convoy protection. I’ve read the report. What about it? Firewatch wrote a short note praising your quick decisionmaking.”

Plume’s eyes widened a bit in surprise. “She did? She sounded pretty upset with me...”

“I don’t know about that, I only know what’s in the report. But is that what’s bothering you? You were in a situation that needed quick decisionmaking and instead of waiting for your superiour’s orders you acted by yourself?”

“Yes.”

“Well, it is against protocol, but everything went well, so there’s no problem.”

“But what if it hadn’t gone well?”

“What if Firewatch’s orders hadn’t gone well?”

“I can’t imagine that would’ve happened...”

“Everyone can make mistakes. That’s why making choices is scary, you carry the burden of all the possible outcomes. How do you think our senior operators feel when they make a call and it turns out wrong? When someone gets injured or worse? They think about what the people working under them thought of their mistake. Firewatch is no different. If she had sent you out with a plan and you got yourself hurt, she’d be shaken too. She’s not as emotionless as she comes across.”

“I don’t think I really get it...”

“Following orders is easy. Others make the choice, you just do what you’re told to.”

“Right. It’s always been like that.”

The Doctor nods. “Do you think you it was a fluke, or could you reliably make decisions like that in other situations too? Be honest and don’t worry about offending anyone. Noone will know about our conversation.”

“It’s been on my mind the entire time now. I...” Plume hesitates. “I even thought that if I hadn’t done anything, whether Firewatch’s orders would’ve worked out as well as what I did. But that’s just wrong, isn’t it? She’s so competent after all. But... if I could do it again? I think I could. It felt strange, it just unfolded before me and I knew what to do. I knew that Firewatch would react correctly too and play along.”

“It was like an instinctual reaction you say?”

“I guess? I don’t think that I really actively thought about it in that moment.”

“Well, that’s fine too.”

The Doctor leaned back in their chair and made a strange hand gesture.

“You see, you’ve been working with us for a while now. You’ve kept to yourself, did your missions, followed orders diligently and properly, solid, standard work. Honestly a bit worrysome.”

“Worrysome? Why?”

“You’ve been so closed off. I didn’t want to pry and figured you’d get to it by yourself, but you sure took your time.”

Plume didn’t really understand their words.

“If you’d like, we can look into some more specialized training. Whatever it is that you got up to with Gladiia during your vacation, it seemed to have... broken down some barriers if you will.”

“Ah, you know that that happened?”

“I know everything, especially when it comes to troublesome people like the Hunters.”

“What would that specialized training be?”

“I’d like to see if we can’t turn that strategical instinct you’ve awoken to into something more concrete and active. If you do well we can look into a rank up for you.”

Plume couldn’t help but feel excited. Part of her still thought it wouldn’t be good, that she should stay down, but that voice was starting to grow more silent.

“I’d like that, yes.”

“Great. I’ll get the papers in order. Don’t know how long it’ll take to get started, but you’ll be notified then. Was there anything else I can help you with?”

Plume pondered for just a moment.

“No, I think that’s all.”

“If you think so, then that’ll be that. Have a good one.”

“Yes, thank you.” Plume got up, nodded and gestured to the Doctor and left the office.

The next day, early in the morning, Plume was woken up by someone knocking on her door.

It was Specter.

She just entered, sat down on the side of Plume’s bed and smiled at her.

“Did you sleep well?”

“Ah... yes.”

“I hope I didn’t wake you. So, you’ve had a chat with Skadi?”

“I did?” Plume didn’t mean this at a question, it just kinda came out like that.

“Oh Plume, didn’t I tell you that you could come to me with anything that might trouble you?”

Specter had stood up and approached Plume. She placed her right hand on Plume’s shoulder and her left around her cheek.

“You’d rather chat with that boring Skadi than me? Is that how it is?”

Specter was leaning forward with a faint smile.

“I... just didn’t want to bother you...”

“But you’d bother Skadi? Are you implying that she has no hobbies or anything?”

“N-no! It’s not like that!”

Suddenly, Specter laughed softly and let go of Plume.

“What a hoot. I’m just joking. But you looked like you were about to faint.”

Plume just frowned.

“Aw, come on. It was funny. Well, anyway, is something troubling you?”

“Sort of. But talking to Skadi helped.”

“It did? Well, colour me surprised.”

“She’s not really as scary as a lot of people make her out to be...”

“You say that.”

“But...?”

“You’re right, she is kind of a softie.”

“So, was there something I can do for you, Specter?”

“You know you can adress me by my name, right?”

“I wasn’t sure if that was okay, but I’ll do that then.”

“As for if you can do something for me, no. I just wanted to check up on you. You seem to be doing alright so I’ll be on my way. Toodles and make sure to wear the hat I gave you. Won’t do you any good in that box of yours!”

And with that, Laurentina had already left the room.

Plume was a bit flustered by it all.

A few days later, Plume received a message about the “special training” she was supposed to receive. It just had a single date and time and a room number for her to go to. How strange. But then again, Plume didn’t know what the proceedings were for such things so it might just be how it goes.

When she went there, it was just the instructor and her. The instructor was Elysium, which had her feeling a bit weird. Not that she disliked him, she didn’t have much to do with him really, it just felt weird since Plume thought he’d have a lot of other things to do.

He gave her a few combat scenarios and asked her about how she’d go about handling them.

Sometimes it was about how she’d go about fulfilling certain orders given to her, sometimes she was asked how she’d act in a certain situation and for some she had to come up with a plan for a small squad to go along with.

A lot of it felt overwhelming, partially since it was just on paper, but also because it was just a lot, but Plume felt like she got a decent grasp at least on the scenarios that involved just her. “Well, I think you’ve got some good ideas there. When it comes to solo action, you can probably be left to your own devices a bit more, especially if you get some people you’re more used to working with.

Group coordination is fairly questionable, but that’s to be expected. It’s a lot and it’s difficult, people need a lot of training and practice to lead a squad.” “So I did well?”

“Yes, you did well.” Elysium answered with a smile.

“This was just throwing you into it to see where you’re standing, but I think you’re good to receive proper teaching on this topic. It’s always good to have more capable and traditionally-trained personnel for tasks like these. I think your rational and cautious nature also lends itself well to it, so long as you can become more confident in your abilities.”

“I’m confident in the things I’m familiar with and know, but this is a big departure from what I’m used to.”

“See, so we just have to familiarize you with it and it’ll all turn out well.” Elysium gathered his papers and stood up. “I’ll figure out a schedule and notify you. We’ll take it fairly easy I think, so don’t worry too much.”

“Is that so...”

Elysium laughed. “Alright then, have a good one. Like I said, I’ll shoot you a message in a day or two.” He casually waved and left.

Plume remained there in her seat for a little longer before getting up. She didn’t have anything else to do for the day, so she wandered back to her room.

“That hat.”

Plume opened the box and took it out. It was so well-made. Sturdy material with a good feel to it. She really wanted to wear it, but that shape and colour would just evoke the wrong association.

But then Laurentina insisted on her wearing it, so she should.

As she turned it in her hands, Plume thought that even if she wanted to wear it, she really couldn’t as she was. It would just stand out too much against the rest of her outfit.

This outfit that she was so fond of, that felt so natural to wear. The hat, comfortably resting on her head, the heavy cloak giving a feeling of security... It would be difficult to part with it, but to wear this new hat she’d have to.

“But I don’t really know how I’d put together a new ensemble... There are some people here who would be able to help me, but who to ask?”

[bloodboonfic]

Analyst(hopeful) asked:

Hey a while back somewhere around chapter 20 you said you were a bit over halfway done. Where are you now by comparison? I also believe you said that you have more plot points to hit rather than a chapter count, so unfortunately you likely don’t have a chapter count for how much is left. Oh well for anticipation purposes. Don’t worry I’m pretty sure I am guilty of the same thing regarding chapter count.

Also I have a writing question. I ask this to most other writers because it makes me want to pull my hair out and I am always trying to improve especially if I want to actually publish something one day fan-fiction or otherwise. How do you prefer to plot? 

I do have a question about your ideas about piglin fire tolerance in regards to Bloodboon. I’ve seen most writers chose the route of they still burn and some elaborate a bit more and chose the they still burn it just takes a bit longer than a human and their skin is a bit thicker. I prefer the second option because it makes sense.

I am currently less overwhelmed by questions right now. I am more overwhelmed by the amount of whump you are throwing Technoblade’s way. It hurts. Like all of his subconscious knowledge and conscious knowledge that he can’t make Philza happy and can’t keep the only friend he’s ever had because it is totally not a fair relationship coming to the front of his mind all the time and making him absolutely miserable. That water comparison of yours in the last chapter to tie strings so we could see his line and course of thinking was amazing. I hope it ends happily. 

Also update on my au that I keep running into plot issues which I fixed but… Apparently after some research …I think like someone with more minecraft background than I actually have and I’m actually a little disappointed. Nothing new under the sun I guess or I’ve already read too much minecraft fan fiction, specifically emduo.

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The fic is at the end of the middle, I’d say. Techno and Philza still have one more Event until their friendship meter is maxed out. I suspect the whole fic will come to be just shy of 40 chapters.

Uhhh I don’t like, actively plot? It just sorta happens? When I have an idea, it usually kicks off as a premise, then Events come up, and then I think of connective tissue between the Events. And once it all has stewed in my brain for long enough, I put it down as a bullet point list, then move the bullets around so that Events with causality relations are in chronological order (eg. the scene at the flight range can’t happen before Philza’s feathers grow back), and then move the floater Events (eg. Philza interacting with a pigling child can happen whenever) so that the pacing becomes nice. I try to alter between chill and intense bits, to give the story the chance to breathe. Too much chill is dull and too much intense is exhausting, you gotta go back and forth. And also sometimes things Just Happen, Philza’s breakdown in Ch 11 was completely unplanned, it just Became. And then sometimes you need 500 more words to get acceptable posting length so whelp time for Techno to wax philosophical about bread or whatever.

Also I Can Not write non-chronologically. Scenes are written in the order in which they happen, unless there comes a realisation after the fact that Something needed to happen earlier. I’m pretty sure most people hop around instead of going strictly in order? But that does not agree with the shape of my brain.

I think piglins having higher fire tolerance than humans makes sense. If you live in a hellpit, you adapt or you die.

Yeah Techno’s not having a good time lately huh? Guess stealing a person does not have great long-term results! /j

Not sure what to say to your last point, but in any case, would be stoked to give your AU a read come time of posting!

-Anchestor

[theknightmarket]

HAPPY NEW YEAR, LADS! Here’s some incorrect quotes to celebrate that were meant to be for the anniversary, but I forgot about them. Spoilers for fics that I’m toying with or am in the process of writing!

Dark: If you could guess, how many brain cells do you have?  Wilford: Dorito’s cool ranch.  Dark:  Dark: I'm just gonna assume zero for now.  Wilford: I love that song.

Illinois: You know you can die from that, right?  Bond!Reader: *smoking a cigarette* That’s the point.  Google: *drinking alcohol* We’re trying to speed this up.  Bing: *Eating raw cookie dough and nodding*

Dark: I'm going to ask you to be respectful.  Mark, after kidnapping the DA: I will politely decline.

Detective!Reader: You’re alive.  Murdock: No need to sound so disappointed.

Engineer!Reader, with a headache: Advil me up, daddy.  Google: I will short out the language centre of your brain if you say anything like that ever again.

Yancy: If there’s one thing I learned from Bing, it’s to set people’s expectations real low, so you end up surprising them by practically doing nothing at all.

Heist!Reader: Dammit, Mark, you ruined everything!  Heist: You’re welcome.

Dark: Fine! I don't give a shit!  DA!Reader, watching him keep coming back from the mirror: You seem to give a lot of shit for someone who claims not to give a shit.

Bing: Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, that’s fucked up. Like c'mon, you know I’m dumb as hell!

(Engineer!Reader is on a business trip) Google: Ew. What kind of tea is this?  Bing: I boiled gatorade.

Heist: Please, picking locks is my specialty.  Heist: *throws a brick through the window*  Heist: Okay, let’s go.

*Everyone is standing around the broken coffee maker*  Ghosts!Reader: So. Who broke it? I'm not mad, I just wanna know. 

Everyone: Engineer: ...I did. I broke it.  Reader: No. No, you didn't. Wilford?  Wilford: Don't look at me. Look at Mark.  Mark: What?! I didn't break it.  Wilford: Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken?  Mark: Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken.  Wilford: Suspicious.  Mark: No, it's not!  Damien: If it matters, probably not, but Noir was the last one to use it.  Noir: Liar! I don't even drink that crap!  Damien: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?  Noir: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Damien! Engineer: Okay let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, cap.  Reader: No! Who broke it!?  Everyone: Yancy:  Hey, bud… Illinois' been awfully quiet.  Illinois: rEALLY?!  *Everyone starts arguing*  Reader, talking to Host: I broke it. It burned my hand so I punched it.  Reader: I predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick.  Reader:  Reader: Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.

Murdock: So you like cats?  Detective!Reader: Yeah.  Murdock: *tries to impress them by slowly pushing a glass off the table*

Police!Reader: We are gathered here today because someone- *glares at Mark’s coffin* -couldn’t stay alive!

Engineer!Reader: Why are you two always out during rainstorms?  Google: It’s so peaceful and refreshing. I love the smell of rain.  Bing: Google bet me I couldn’t get struck by lighting, but he’s WRONG.

The police chief, pointing to Murdock’s empty cell: YOU LET HIM ESCAPE?!?  Detective!Reader: I WAS ON BREAK.

Detective!Reader: I’m going to take you out. Murdock: Great, it’s a date! Detective!Reader: I meant that as a threat.  Murdock: See you at five!

Actor!Reader, struggling to keep upright in their 1 inch heels: Yeah, I-I don’t really think heels are for me. Actor, pointing at them and walking flawlessly in sparkly golden 6 inch heels: WEAK.

Bing: I'm incredibly fast at math. Engineer!Reader: Alright, what's 30 x 17? Bing: 47. Engineer!Reader: That's not even close. Bing: But it was fast.

Police!Reader: Go to Hell. Actor: I wish I could.

Dark: In light of what you did for me, you can hug me for four to five seconds. DA!Reader: FORTY-FIVE SECONDS?!? Dark: No! Four to five seconds! DA!Reader: Too late!!!

*Damien and College!Reader skipping stones on lake* Damien: It’s such a beautiful evening. College!Reader, whispering: Take that you fucking lake.

Actor: So that’s my plan. Police!Reader: Are you alright with constructive criticism? I don’t want to sound mean. Actor: No, go ahead, I want to hear it. Detective!Reader: It fucking sucks. Actor: That’s not constructive criticism.

Bartender!Reader: Can you please be serious for five minutes?  Wilford: My record is four, but I think I can do it.

Actor!Reader: How petty can you get? Actor: I once edited a Wikipedia article to win an argument I was wrong about.

Illinois: Yancy and I were crossing the street, and this dude drove by and honked at us. Criminal!Reader: *Sighing* What did Yancy do?  Illinois: He chased him to the next red light, then reached into his window and...  Yancy: Who wants a steering wheel?

Dark: Why. why did you give the DA a KNIFE?! Wilford: I’m sorry. They said they felt unsafe. Dark: Now I feel unsafe! Wilford: I’m sorry. Wilford: ... would you like a knife?

*DA!Reader and Wilford sitting in jail together* DA!Reader: So who should we call? Wilford: I’d call Dark, but I feel safer in jail.

Engineer: Gunther, can I talk to you for a second? Gunther: Yeah, what’s up? Lemme guess. You and Cap are having problems and you want me to teach you how to kiss? Engineer: What? No, stop that. I know how to kiss. I’ve read books.

Ghosts!Reader: Who the fuck added me to a fucking group chat?  Engineer: >:O language. Bing: Yeah watch your fucking language. Yancy: OKAY WHO TAUGHT BING THE FUCK WORD?  Google: 'The fuck word'.  Noir: Are you stupid? You all use the f word all the time.  Wilford: Oh my god he censored it. Illinois: Say fuck, Noir.  Mark: Do it, Noir. Say fuck.

Host: If you bite it and you die, it’s poisonous. If it bites you and you die, it’s venomous.  Mark: What if it bites me and it dies!?  Dark: Then you’re poisonous. Jesus Christ, Mark, learn to listen.  Yancy: What if it bites itself and I die?  Noir: That’s voodoo.  Bing: What if it bites me and someone else dies?  Google: That’s correlation, not causation.  Illinois: What if we bite each other, and neither of us die?  Wilford: That’s kinky.  Ghosts!Reader: I hate this house.

Sheriff!Reader: Died and came back as a cowboy, I call that reintarnation.

Mark, setting down a card: Ace of spades. Dodger, pulling out an Uno card: +4. Enis, pulling out a Pokémon card: Jolteon, I choose you! Survivor!Reader, trembling: What are we playing?

Actor: You lying, cheating, piece of shit! Actor!Reader: Oh yeah? You’re the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD! Actor: I’m leaving you, and I’M TAKING JULIET WITH ME. Toby, picking up the monopoly board: I think we’re gonna stop playing now.