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penwieldingdreamer · 1 year

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Brewing Storm - San Diego

Hey and welcome to a new day of "I have too many ideas and too little time to get it done." 😀

This is a new project that came up thanks to @none-of-your-bullshit and her cool idea to pair Jake Seresin with a NCIS!Reader. This is the first installment of I don't have a plan yet how many parts 🤭 Reader is non-descriptive and Y/N but I'll make sure to not use it or use Candy occasionally. Let me know what you think. If you want to be tagged in future chapters follow the link.

Have fun and happy reading ❤️

Thank you to @fortheloveoffanfic @ladyelissarose and @missathlete31 for being my betas

Warnings: 18+ in future chapters, MDNI, canon violence, mentions of injuries, fighting, drug trafficking

Y/N "Candy" Gibbs, former FBI Agent, gets sent to the San Diego office helping to clean up some older cases that had been tracked all the way up to Washington. What she didn't expect was to meet a cocky pilot that wasn't just trying to get into her pants but was in serious trouble with a capital T after he and Andrew Caine witnessed a drug deal at the base gone wrong.

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Part 1 - San Diego

“So, Candy, how’s the California guys treating you?” Nick Torres asked with a grin, as they had their usual zoom dinner chat. Ellie shook her head and McGee had to swallow the retort that was about to leave his lips, thankful for using his headphones. No way was he going to say something with Gibbs sitting at his desk across from him while the other two were lounging at home having fun.

Chuckling at your fellow agent and friend you shook your head, before you held up your phone and turned around. One of the agents of the San Diego office had decided to take you to the Hard Deck, a bar most of the Navy personnel frequented. “I’m not complaining, the weather is great and I’ve seen the Navy men around here without a shirt on more often than not.”

“Shut up!” Ellie’s mouth hung open and you could practically see the light shining in her eyes. “I’ll be sure to send in a transfer to SoCal, can’t let you drool over them all by yourself.”

Laughing softly, your expression turned serious again. "I miss you guys already. This assignment is taking too fucking long."

"Don't worry, you'll have to bear our antics sooner than you'd like and you'd be happy to be back with the FBI instead of the Navy team catching the bad guys." Torres winked at you, taking a big bite of his burger and you already knew why you were happy to not have him sit next to you. Ellie scrunched up her nose at his behavior and shook her head, mumbling men loud enough for him to gasp around his food.

"Gibbs will make sure you guys behave, he did it before I joined the FBI."

"Yes, and I'll do it well after." His usual hard look softened as his gaze fell upon your face over McGee's.

"Hey Uncle G, hope the rascals are keeping out of trouble up in Washington." You cackled loudly at the way their faces scrunched up and the eyebrow raise you got from the three agents.

Your uncle grinned, knowing they couldn't tell a lot about the last days without you at the Navy Yard and how many bad moods their boss had been in since you weren't there to calm him down. "How's the West Coast treating you, Candy darl'? Hopefully no premature Navy men trying to get in your pants."

"Never Uncle G." You told him, your voice sounding confident but over the bar top you saw the one person that made it hard for you to sleep at night.

Lieutenant Jake Seresin.

Not because you were occupied in the horizontal tango - no, not at all, but the Naval aviator had been coming to the Hard Deck like clockwork with or without his fellow pilots ever since you showed up that first day with your fellow agents. He would come to the bar, trying to buy you a drink at least three times during his stay, but each time you declined.

His eyes found yours from across the room. The Lieutenant looked good in his Khakis, his hair in his usual backcombed style. If Ellie saw you, she'd probably tell you, you were drooling.

The clearing of a throat pulled you out of your thoughts, your uncle giving you the side eye. “No men, huh?”

“Oh come on, you sound like I should be in a convent.”

“A convent? No, according to your mother, a different country is more like it.” He told you, but you weren’t sure if he was joking or not.

Shaking your head you grinned at your boss and family. "It's not like that, Gibbs. I just happen to be here in Fightertown and not to mention the Army vs Navy football game coming up."

"Oh, are you going to watch it?" Ellie asked, earning an eye roll from Torres as he knew what his partner was getting at.

"Actually we'll be helping with security. Jason and Andrew are part of the referee team and Lucille, Connor and I will be posing as a security team at the entrance."

Shaking his head, your uncle removed himself from his perch, knowing you wouldn't elaborate on the things that were happening down in Southern California. "Just stay safe over there or I'll come and get you back here all by my lonesome."

"Don't you worry, Uncle G. Nothing will happen, I promise.”

Ellie winked at you, telling you in a silent way to not do anything she wouldn’t do while Torres just rolled his eyes and McGee’s reaction was barely visible. Finally telling them goodbye you ended the call and returned to the drink in front of you.

Unbeknownst to you your nightly nemesis kept glancing your way a few times during his pool game with his fellow aviator.

“You going to try that maneuver again with her or keep silently praying to whoever will listen that she’ll give you the time of the day?” The dark skinned pilot joked, watching his friend lining up his shot and to the shock of all that knew him failed to make it.

Closing his eyes, Jake took a deep breath. You had been on his mind constantly - at night, during the day, even in his head while he was soaring above the clouds. “I don’t think she’ll ever say yes. I tried all my moves and she said No. Got to stop before it gets embarrassing.”

Javy snorted, leaning against his cue. “Never thought the great Hangman was a quitter.”

“Shut up, Machado.” He grumbled, finally getting the shot right. Straightening up, he turned back towards the bar where you had been sitting all night. The way you smiled down at the screen of your phone made his insides flutter, a feeling that only being airborne could give him.

Maybe - maybe he would have to think up a new maneuver to succeed in this mission.

Yeah, he’d start on a new strategy tomorrow. Most important point of the battle plan - don’t be the dick that left others hanging, or he’d be the one to be hung out to dry.

Tagging:

@none-of-your-bullshit @fortheloveoffanfic @ladyelissarose @missathlete31 @chipendenspook1997 @mayhemmanaged

#jake seresin x NCIS!reader #jake seresin x reader #hangman x reader #TG:M x NCIS #top gun maverick #top gun maverick fic #jake seresin fic #ncis fanfiction #TG:M x NCIS crossover

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geo-winchester · 1 year

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HIIII HOW ARE YOUUUU??

Can I request an imagine with Taron where he's being a supportive bf when the reader is receiving an award?

SUPPORTIVE

A/N: hi lovely anon, I’m doing great still have a few things that’s bring me down but I’m hanging there, thank you for sending me your request, I’m sorry it took me a lot of time to write it and I hope this is what you had in mind!

TARON EGERTON MASTERLIST

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This was the first time you were nominee for the Tony’s, when you heard your name from the tv you sweared your mind shutdown for a moment, it was Taron’s hug and screaming that bring you back to the present, he even pretend to be a paparazzi asking of how you feel to win the the award and be the best actress on broadway making you blush. You have to be honest if it weren't for him you would be crazy at this point, he was there to hold your hand when you start to be anxious, he helped you to find a dress, shoes, jewelry, everything you need. That day when you woke up, you noticed that his side of the bed was empty. That lonely moment made you realize how big this was, it was a day you always dreamed of, but with that thought came the doubt. Your thoughts were interrupted by Taron getting inside the room with a cup of coffee and a big smile on his face, a smile that washed off when he noticed something was wrong he left the cup and got by your side and brought you to his arms.

-Are you ok?- he asked when he noticed that your breaths became normal, you gave him a little nod -come on, you can tell me what's going on in that little head of yours.

-It’s just… how did I get here? First I’m on one of the best shows, then I got a handsome boyfriend and now I have a nomination at the Tony’s? I’m not that great and…

-Hey, look at me- he said, you look at him in the eyes -I know there were people of your past that make you doubt of yourself but you deserved this, I seen you in the rehearsals, how you practice until you are perfect, and you fought for these, you start in that little restaurant and pay your classes, I’m sure those idiots who didn’t chose you for a roll they’re regretting it right now, you make dance look as the easiest thing in the world and don’t make me start when you sing… hell I felt like the luckiest guy in the world when you sing in the car, I fell in love with you over again- you smiled.

-I love you too- you said before you kissed him.

-So- he said -you think I'm handsome?- you couldn’t help but giggle, when you realized what’s happening you smiled at him.

-I got a nomination- you said excited.

-Yes- the both of you giggle -My girlfriend is going to win a Tony- he said hugging you.

Taron was the best support you could ever ask, he show you off in his stories, every now and then he brought you a cup of coffee, he let the photographers took pictures of you, you could see his smile as he wait for you. he was holding your hand when the category you were nominated start to be announced, he was the one who get you out of the shock when your name was announce.

-wow- you said as you look to the award- I’m going to be honest I feel like someone is going to wake me up in any minute- you said making everyone laugh- thank you for this, thanks to my parents, my teachers and all the people who was in this amazing musical, and thank you to the person who’s been there for me in this journey, Taron I love you- you said looking at him.

-I love you- he screams making everyone smile.

-You were there for me, thanks for every cup of coffee, every word you said to me, and thank you for your love.

If you were honest you didn’t remember the rest of the night, now you were in the back of the car with the two of you eating burgers.

-So how do you feel, miss Tony’s winner?- he said, making you giggle.

-I don’t know- you said -but thank you.

-You don’t have to thank me, I love you and I will always be there for you, by the way you look amazing up there.

-And you look handsome in that suit… but you’ll look better without it- you said, making him smirk.

-My my, my girl is a perv- he said, making you laugh.

-Well it’s your fault to be the hottest guy in the room- you gave him a quick kiss.

-That’s a relief because I thought you said it was Aaron Tveit.

-Oh I forgot about him- you said -did you think that this- you show him the award -make him notice me? Cause did you see him in that suit- you pretend to need air.

-Very funny darling- he said before he kissed you -but I’m sorry to break your heart darling, but you’re mine- he kissed him again.

-If I’m honest I like when you’re bossy- you said with a smirk.

-then let’s get you to the house and you’ll see how bossy I can be, how about that winner?- you giggled before you nod.

#taron egerton imagine #taron x reader #taron egerton x reader #taron egerton

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grandlinetheorist · 7 months

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Screenshots! These are from what I got after watching the latest video. I mostly just put these to make better sense of the writing.

Spoilers Ahead!

"Charles Brook: 10. 10. 1970

Hi! Just got hired officially as the computer supervisor for 'Unnamed Bunny Smiles Restaurant' (though i've been coming up with a few names myself) "

*small linebreak here*

"I've known these guys for a while, they're family! i've done some work for them along with Susan for years now, even before Cyberfun Tech! Getting to meet the Waltens and the Krankens has been super fun!

So excited to get to work! The future is bright. -C.B

P. 27:12"

['Unnamed Bunny Smiles Restaurant' is most likely Bon's Burgers.]

"Employee Notes #404[?] By. C.B

The BSI console

The bunny smiles incorporated console allows the robots of Bon's Burgers feel a lot more lifelike and allow for a more fun and interesting experience.

i theatrics & an ambitious and innovating concept i never expected to use[?] in my life.

Susan did not disappoint at all absolutely stunning and delicate work I was fascinated, never seen anything like it! Felix was both amazed and scared, he doesn't understand a thing about how it works!"

[Neither do I. Some of the stuff was hard to see.]

"Walkaround Test (Week 1-2)

Week 1:

Banny knocked over the table! Rework room recognizing features! Bon test went well, recognized sophie right away! Sha is next. Boozoos magic trick bit went well, little rust but he'll do better next time.

Week 2:

Banny's fixed, test went as planned. Mask broke...from last incident. Get a new one made by....

Bon walkaround test went well, way better than expected... "

[A lot of things were cut off, but I got some of the big parts down.]

"Mr.Kranken

This is Norman, I'm sending you this tenet on behalf of our deal between Bunny Smiles and Cyberfun Tech and most importantly, the wellbeing of our Cyberfun staff. We've been getting a lot of complaints about a member of our staff going missing who was highly associated with you and your team. Susan Woodings has been missing for a week now and here at Cyberfun Tech we are working as hard as we can to try and manage to get in contact with her. Is there perhaps any detail you could lend us to help locate our missing employee?

I'm going to be entirely honest with you Mr.Kranken, and tell you I have a ton of questions and suspicions about whatever is going on with your company. Whatever it is, it's making both your company and mine look bad to public light so, again, if there's anything that would help us find Susan, write us back immediately.

Thank you. I'll see you Monday."

[It cuts off there. Apparently, this is a letter from someone that works at Cyberfun Tech and is most likely a representative or employee. Thank you @humoofsegsual for helping me out with this.]

"SUSAN HAS BEEN STRUGGLING TO BREAK AWAY FOR 2[3?] DAYS. SHE MAY MOR[?]"

[If anyone can edit it see more of the image and see what it says, cool. Because, this is just what I find that I want to figure out.]

Anyways, that's all I have for now. I might post more images that I have later.

#vibe check!#analog horror #the walten files

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thefloatingstone · 9 months

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for every big brand that you say either doesn't exist or isn't popular in south africa i feel like maybe life isn't so bad, maybe capitalist monopolies haven't englobed the entire earth, maybe i'm just in the wrong place to see the stars (not that the right place for me is south africa but you get it) shifts in perspective and not only america/europe exist in the world. Without the money to travel my second best choice is learning languages and see what those japanese comments under youtube videos have to say

That's actually such an interesting way of looking at it, but yeah totally!

Dude we don't have Amazon here... Or well I can order from Amazon if I REALLY want to pay an insane amount of shipping for them to use a private courier company and send it to me via Germany. But at that point it's not even Amazon any more. We don't have direct access to Amazon. We also don't get the Alexa here.

We do have Starbucks but by that I mean there is 2 in the city of Joburg and one is in the international lounge at the airport. And I think there's maybe 2 in Cape Town but that is IT.

In some cases it fucking sucks. When I needed to get me PS4 repaired I had to get an IT guy to help me because all the Sony representatives have left the country as we're no longer considered profitable to them.

We also don't have any form of public transport at all which considering the majority of the country don't have a car is... a problem.

But that's a different matter.

But yeah, a LOT of really massive American things just aren't here. No Amazon, no Wallmart (or Target or any of these big warehouse megastores) basically no Starbucks, No Taco Bell, no Subway, uh.... what else....

We do have a LOT of KFC because it's very popular here, and we have a lot of McDonalds because it's cheap food. We do have Burger King but they're not very common. (My nearest one is a 40 minute drive away).

#C-Puff answers #Don't get me wrong I am actively trying to move to another country #but there are perks to living here #if this country was functional it'd be a nice place to live

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isabellavolere · 2 years

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Transformers Prime—Part 7: Ground Zero and a Promise

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You and Arcee pull up to the parking lot of Ko Burgers, where Jack is leaning over his 10 speed bicycle. You flash back to the day you met Jack, in a situation not unlike the one you are in now. Arcee parks in a spot behind Jack, shuts off her engine, and pops her kickstand out. You tighten the ponytail that your h/c hair is in and take a deep breath.

“Nice bike, Jack,” you say, and the teen whips around at the sound of your voice. “Personally I think this blue one here looks better. She matches your eyes.”

You smirk and dismount Arcee, walking over to where Jack stands.

“Y/n, really, Miko already tried. And Arcee, if Optimus sent you tell him I respect him big time, but if you’re at war with the Decepticons, there’s nothing I can do to help,” says Jack, turning around so his back faces us.

“Optimus didn’t send me, and no one’s asking for your help,” says Arcee behind you.

“Ok, so if we both agree that I’m not warrior material…” Jack trails off.

“Jack, just yesterday I followed you onto the Decepticon Warship because you were worried that Miko was in danger. You could have waited and called for backup, you probably should have anyway, but without even thinking you left the safety of the Autobot base to rescue her!” You exclaim.

“Well yeah, but we ended up getting captured, didn’t we?” Jack argues, facing you again.

“But we escaped. Jack, I watched as you saved all of our lives multiple times. In that room when the Decepticon was shooting at Raf, who tackled him out of the way so that he wouldn’t get shot? And in the hallway when that Decepticon head was about to squish Miko, who pulled her out of the way? And when that explosion knocked out my hearing, who grabbed my hand and led me to safety? Jack, you risked your life to protect ours. And you say you’re not warrior material?” You say, flinging out your hands for emphasis.

Jack frowns and rubs the back of his neck, looking at the ground.

“I didn’t want any of you guys to get hurt,” he says quietly, turning around and grabbing his bike. “Besides, I’m not a warrior. I didn’t ask for any of this to happen to me.”

Jack mounts his bike and gets ready to leave. You bite your lip and mount Arcee, but before you leave you say, “Fate rarely calls upon us at a moment of our choosing, Jack.”

You can see that it struck a nerve, because Jack hesitates; you can practically see his mind working over what you just said. He looks at you and you can tell that what you said works.

“Do you think anyone would be glad to see me back?” He asks with a small smile.

“I can think of a few people. Besides, I think Arcee really missed you,” you say, matching his smile.

“I’m right here you know,” says Arcee indignantly.

You and Jack laugh and head to Jack’s home to drop off his bike. You get off and let Jack sit in the front of Arcee with you on the back. Smiling to yourself, you’re glad that Optimus was right, Jack could come back if he chose to. With a little convincing.

When you, Arcee, and Jack pull into the base, all the Autobots are facing the ground bridge, ready to go somewhere.

“Hey. Guess who’s back?” Asks Jack, pulling his white motorcycle helmet off.

“Autobots, prepare for departure,” says Optimus, ignoring Jack.

“Ouch, sounds like you’ve been missed,” you say to Jack teasingly, to which Jack responds by lightly punching your non-injured shoulder.

“Where too?” Asks Arcee, stepping forward.

“The final frontier!” Says Miko in a dramatic voice.

Your eyes widen and you inhale slightly. “Woah, you guys are going to space?”

“I thought they didn’t have a way to get there?” Asks Jack.

“They don’t, really,” says Raf, being lowered to the ground by Bumblebee.

You frown and look over to Cliffjumper, who is standing by Ratchets’ med bay. You jog over to him and he crouches down on one knee, wearing a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Hey y/n. So, space huh? Should be fun.”

“You better come back in one piece, Cliff,” you say and your frown deepens.

Ratchet said the ground bridge could transport the Autobots to anywhere on Earth, but what about outside of Earth?

“Oh, don’t worry about me! Nothing’s going to happen to me,” says Cliffjumper.

“You don’t know that,” you say, looking away from Cliffjumper. “And this time, I won’t be hiding with a rock to throw at any Decepticons that want to mess with you.”

Your brows crease with worry and unease, but Cliffjumper waves a dismissive hand.

“You’re such a worrier! I’ll be fine y/n,” he says and you look up uncertainly at Cliffjumpers’ bright blue eyes. They are filled with determination and confidence, but you can see the anxiety he tucks away.

“Besides,” adds Cliffjumper, “You can’t get rid of me that easily! You’re stuck with me—”

“For the long haul,” you finish, smiling at the frase that you and Cliffjumper had started saying to each other, and place your hand on his bright red arm. The metal was cool and patchy in some places, scuff marks showing signs of the many battles the bot had been in.

“I guess I can’t get rid of you that easily,” you say and Cliffjumper winks at you.

“Cliffjumper, it is time to go,” Optimus says, standing next to the ground bridge that Ratchet has already powered up. Cliffjumper stands and nods to the tall bot.

“See you soon, Cliff,” you say. “Bring me back something cool.”

“Ya got it,” says Cliffjumper, walking over to the other Autobots.

The two parts of Optimus’ battle mask slide together and he yells, “Autobots, roll out!”

You watch as Cliffjumper transforms into his sleek Dodge Challenger and follows Optimus through the vortex of green and purple swirling light. And then the Autobots disappear into the light, transported to the stars. Ratchet closes the portal and mans his battle station, bringing up all of the Autobots’ signals on his computer monitor.

You walk over to Ratchet and silently climb up the ladder to the platform with the human sized computers. You reach the railing facing the medic and swing your legs over the bar so you can sit on the railing. Ratchet briefly glances over your direction before turning back and promptly ignoring you. You aren’t bothered by this and instead turn to watch as Jack, Miko, and Raf start climbing the ladder behind you. They all find seats next to the computers and you turn back to listen intently to the comm chatter, but you can’t hear very well and start to worry.

Did the Autobots make it through the ground bridge? Is Cliffjumper ok? What’s going on?

You didn’t know what was going on and you didn’t like it. You think you hear something so you lean closer to the computers, but quickly lose your balance. The cool metal railing skims your back and you let out a sharp intake of air as you start to fall through the air. A flash of white, orange, and silver fill your vision and you find yourself in the palm of Ratchet’s hand.

“Y/n! What were you doing? You need to be more careful! You could have gotten hurt if you fell,” Ratchet says sternly.

“I-I’m sorry, Ratchet. I couldn’t hear the comms and I was worried,” you mumble.

Ratchet stares at you a few moments before setting you gently back on the platform.

“They made it through just fine.”

Miko immediately asks if you are ok and you nod quickly as you release a deep breath and relief floods through you as you lean against the railing. You watch as Ratchet turns up the volume of the comm channel, and you can hear Optimus’ low voice speaking.

“Without the dish, Megatron will be unable to aim the space bridge towards Cybertron.”

“Don’t the Decepticons know where their own planet is?” Asks Raf.

“Naturally,” scoffs Ratchet, “but Cybertron is many light years away. To reach their target their aim must be astronomically precise.”

“Because if the Decepticons are even a few centimeters off, over that great of a distance it could be miles off, right?” You ask.

“That is correct, y/n,” Answers Ratchet.

“If Megatron went to the trouble of rendezvous with his space bridge, he must have an alternate targeting system,” says Optimus. “A remote one.”

“Hmph,” scoffs Ratchet. “From what I know of Earth’s technology, I doubt there exists a single radio telescope dish on this planet powerful enough to pinpoint Cybertron.”

“What about a whole bunch of linked radio telescope dishes?” Asks Raf, typing away on his laptop, and all eyes turn to the boy.

“Like that giant group of dishes in Texas?” You ask, picking up on what Raf is thinking.

“Ah ah ahh this is not child’s play!” Retorts Ratchet, leaning closer to you and Raf.

“Good thinking Raf and y/n,” Optimus says through the comms. “Ratchet, have Agent Fowler alert the array staff to the security hazard.”

Just then everyone looks to Agent Fowler who is laying in a medical bed. He sits up and yells to no one in particular, “Hey! Soldier! You’re out of uniform! Put on some pants,” and then slumps back down on the bed.

You at Ratchet share an incredulous look before he says, “That...may be a challenge.”

“Uh, my Dad works for the military. Maybe if someone logs into the network, they could pose as one of my Dad’s superiors and use their clearance to evacuate the security? But they'd have to bypass the firewall…all three of them,” you offer.

“That might work,” says Raf, although he looks unconvinced. “Can you get to the main website?”

You furrow your eyebrows in concentration and bite your lower lip, trying to remember the url address. You saw it a few times when your dad gave his mission reports. Nodding your head, you type in the address and work on getting past the firewalls. You type like a madman, but the code was a tricky one.

“Wait wait wait, you both know how to hack?” Asks Miko disbelievingly.

“I have a lot of free time,” you shrug.

But nothing you do seems to be working, and you sigh in frustration.

“Let me try, y/n,” offers Raf.

“Please, be my guest,” you say, hands gesturing to the laptop and standing back so Raf could work his magic.

Two hackers are better than one, right?

He types furiously for a few minutes before shaking his head and saying, “I can’t get past the erase firewalls, they’re too thick!”

“I didn’t say it would be easy,” you mutter under your breath.

“You two, actually think you can keep the Decepticons out?” Asks Ratchet cautiously.

“Maybe. If we could get in,” Raf says.

“Wait Raf, y/n, what if we could get you all the way in. Like, inside the building in?” Questions Jack.

“Of course! We wouldn’t have to bypass the firewalls because we would just be able to use the computers already in the building!” You exclaim.

“And then one of us could log into their internal network,” finishes Raf.

“This could work,” you murmur.

“The risk is too great, the Decepticons will be there. Perhaps even on site,” says Optimus from the comms, making Jack frown and step forward.

“Optimus, with all due respect you said it yourself, this is bigger than the safety of four humans.”

“Yeah, if we let the Decepticons win,” adds Miko, “we’re fragged along with everyone else on our planet.”

“Raf?” Asks Optimus.

You look over to Raf and he meets your gaze, nodding and then turning back to the computer.

“I want to give it a shot,” says Raf confidently.

“And y/n?” Asks Optimus.

“Let’s do it,” you grin.

“Then Ratchet, ready the ground bridge,” commands Optimus.

“Optimus, are you sure this is wise, leaving the fate of the planet to a bunch of children?”

Asks Ratchet, although he is already typing the coordinates into the ground bridge.

“They are the only chance we have in stopping Megatron from destroying Earth.”

“You gotta have faith in us, Ratchet,” you say.

Ratchet hesitates for a moment, hand hovering over the lever to activate the ground bridge. You think you see a flash of an emotion cross over his face, one that you can’t place, but it clears as soon as it appears, before Ratchet pulls the lever. You watch as the ground bridge powers up and you are the first one to slide down the ladder. The other kids follow as you begin walking through the ground bridge, shivering as a strange sensation surrounds your body. It feels like your bones are shivering and you get that same feeling you get when you're on a roller coaster that’s going upside down. The ground bridge makes a constant whirring sound that makes the ringing in your ears increase tenfold. You plug your ears and step out of the portal, stepping into the hot, dry land of Texas. After a few minutes the ringing quiets down, but doesn’t go away entirely.

Now that I think about it, that stupid ringing hasn’t gone away since I went to save Miko from the Decepticon Warship. I’ll have to talk to Ratchet about that.

“That’ll take some getting used to,” says Jack.

You agree but promptly fall silent as you notice the giant building in front of you with large radio telescope dishes lined up to the sides of the building and a barbed wire fence behind you. Stepping forward, you lead the others into the building and find the main computer room. You step aside and gesture for Raf to sit in front of the computer.

He raises an eyebrow and you say, “You’re a slightly better hacker than me. Slightly.”

Raf nods and hops into the chair, stretching his fingers before typing on the keyboard. You lean on the edge of the desk with the computer, hovering next to Raf.

“Shall we play a game?” You joke and Raf snorts.

“I’m in the network,” he says with satisfaction.

You frown and add, “but so are the Decepticons.”

“How can you tell?” Jack asks you.

“See the schematics on the computer?” You point to the computer screen. “This is the same kind of math that we saw on the Decepticons ship.”

“Only this time, we can download them,” Raf says while pulling out a flash drive.

“It’s got to be the space bridge,” Miko reasons.

“The Decepticons are sinking into the dishes, but I can sink to them,” says Raf.

“Will they know?” Asks Jack, leaning closer to the computer screen.

“Even if the Decepticons see that I’m in the system, they’ll have no idea that I’m in the house,” Raf explains.

“Look, the Decepticons are locking onto Cybertron,” you point to the computer again.

“Not for long,” says Raf, fingers flying over the keys. “Wait, the dishes are heading back towards Cybertron. I’ll just undo that again.”

“What happens when the Decepticons find out they’re being punked?” Asks Jack.

“Raf’s only cyber punking the Cons. You know, like when a bunch of people are fighting each other in video games,” you say.

“Yeah Jack,” Adds Miko, “what are the cons gonna do? They’re probably like a thousand miles away.”

Just then the door squeaks and you look behind you to see a weird black and purple colored tube-looking thing. The end that looks at you has a bunch of smaller hanging tentacle-like tubes. You gasp and the thing attacks you, grabbing you with its mouth and sending you flying across the room. Your back hits the wall and you slide down it, feeling dazed. You try to get up and have to dodge to the right as Jack and Miko get flung next to you. You are sure the tube belongs to a Decepticon, which you realize a few moments later is probably in the security building with you. The Decepticon then starts to attack Raf and he has to dodge out of the way as well. All of a sudden you hear Miko yelling and with a running leap pulls out a fire axe out of who knows where, and proceeds to take a swing at the Decepticon. She misses and the Decepticon knocks her against the wall, causing Miko to drop the axe. To your horor, the Con picks up the axe and brandishes it menacingly.

“You handed it an axe?” Yells Jack.

“No bueno,” you say flatly as the axe-wielding Decepticon raises the weapon.

But then it retracts and takes the axe out of the room.

“Come on come on!” You yell as you rush out of the room, following the Decepticon as it speeds down hallways. You don’t have time to look behind you to see if the others are following you but the slapping of shoes and the huffing of breath tell you they are. You slam up against a pair of double doors and frantically turn the door knob to reveal a tall black and purple Decepticon standing on the cross beams of the roof. The Decepticon turns around and looks at you with a black, smooth screen, and you can see your reflection in the blank face. Miko pulls out her flip phone and takes a picture of the Decepticon, but the Con also takes a picture of us. He then transforms into a plane and quickly flies away.

“Why is he leaving?” Asks Miko.

You look down to the mess of intertwined wires leading to different server hard drives and notice the fire axe that the Decepticon had taken from Miko. You crouch down next to the axe and say “He cut the hard drive wire. Cybertron is locked into the dishes. For good.”

“Surely there’s a way to unlock the dishes, right y/n?” Asks Jack, but you just shake your head sadly.

“There’s nothing we can do. The Autobots are on their own. We should ask Ratchet to bridge us back to base.”

The others nod and you call Ratchet to let him know what happened on your phone, walking out of the building to the place where you came in through the bridge. You walk through the ground bridge and back to base where Ratchet waits.

“The Decepticons may have a lock on Cybertron, but there is still a way to shut down the space bridge,” says Ratchet.

You and the other kids walk over to the platform next to Ratchets’ computers and climb the ladder, Raf sitting at one of the computers, Jack and Miko standing nearby, and you leaning up against the railing and watching Ratchet. You look past him and notice that Agent Fowler is awake and that he is walking over to the platform across from you. You turn your attention back to the computers and see that Ratchet has pulled up the planet Cybertron, which is facing a space bridge on one of the monitors and you can see a bunch of purple dots blinking on the screen.

“Uhh, Ratchet? What are those blinking purple lights?” You ask, watching as they get closer every second.

“Those are the Cybertronian warriors resurrected by Megatron,” states Ratchet as if it is obvious.

“These things are getting closer. That’s bad, right?” Agent Fowler points out.

Ratchet pulls up a schematic of the space bridge and is able to lead Arcee, Bumblebee, and Bulkhead to a switch underneath the space bridge that could shut off the space bridge. Optimus, you found out, was currently locked in an epic duel with Megatron. You listen intently as Ratchet gives instructions to Arcee and you hold your breath as Arcee reverses the current of the space bridge power. You walk over to the railing that faces the ground bridge as Ratchet begins powering it up. The other kids stand next to you, Jack and Agent Fowler on your right and Miko and Raf on your left. You shift nervously from foot to foot, absentmindedly tapping a rhythm on the railing in front of you as you wait for the Autobots to walk through the portal. You wait and you wait and the time seems to stretch on and on for an eternity.

“Do you…think they’re…” Raf starts.

Ratchet looks to his arm where the life forms of the Autobots are monitored and says, “Five life signals. One, very faint.”

Your eyes widen and a picture of Cliffjumpers’ lifeless form flashes through your mind.

No. No no no. Please please don’t be him. Don’t let it be Cliffjumper. It can’t be. It just can’t. PLease let him be ok. He has to come back to me.

Then a tall figure comes through the portal, and you are relieved to see that it’s Optimus. You can instantly tell that something is wrong, even though his metal face mask is still up. You make eye contact and stare at him for a moment, silently asking him a question.

Is everyone ok?

Optimus breaks eye contact as a second form appears through the ground bridge, Bulkhead. Miko yells his name and runs down the stairs, rushing over to where the large bot extends a hand which Miko gladly hugs. Raf and Jack run down the stairs to meet their guardians, but you don’t move and keep staring at Optimus, but he won’t look back in your direction.

That’s not good.

A third form appears, black and yellow paint revealing Bumblebee. Raf’s face lights up and he rushes over to Bumblebee who kneels and makes a series of beeping noises to Raf. You wait anxiously, pulling your braided h/c hair over your shoulder and twist it around and around your finger. Just then you can make out an oddly shaped figure in the light of the portal and sharply inhale as Cliffjumper steps out of the portal, carrying Arcee, who is limp in his arms. The scene might have been romantic if it had not been for the dire circumstances. You also see that the leg that Cliffjumper had in a brace is leaking a strange blue liquid, and he is limping. You run down the stairs and rush over to Cliffjumper and Arcee.

“Arcee! Cliffjumper, what happened? Are you alright? Is Arcee going to be ok?”

Jack runs over to Arcee and stands next to you, worry etched in his face. You place your hand gently on the side of his shoulder.

“We’ve lost so much in this war, by the All Spark don’t let her be another,” Ratchet murmurs to himself.

Jack walks up to Arcee and places his hand in her palm. To your relief Arcee opens her eyes and weakly says “Jack, really? There are other motorcycles in the world.”

“But, you’re my first,” Jack says.

Cliffjumper puts Arcee down and kneels down next to you, but winces as his injured leg bends, his hand instinctively grabbing the injury.

“Hey y/n,” he says a little hoarsely.

Your throat tightens and you place your small hand on Cliffjumpers’ large one, squeezing and looking up to your guardian.

“You weren’t worried about me were you?” Asks Cliffjumper, raising an eyebrow.

“Well, maybe. A little,” you frown. “What happened to your leg? You weren’t limping earlier. And what’s all that blue stuff? Are you going to be ok?”

“Woah, easy now. I’ll live. Besides, it’s nothing Doc can’t fix,” replies Cliffjumper coolly.

“Well? What happened? Which Con am I going to have to beat up?” You ask, punching your fist.

Cliffjumper snorts and says, “Yeah, I’m not sure you want to be fighting Megatron.”

“What?!” Your eyes widen and your mouth hangs open. “Megatron did that to you?”

“Shot me in the leg. Too bad he blew up, I wanna rematch,” Cliffjumper says as he shifts on his leg. He makes a hissing noise and his face grimaces. You look up at him with concern but he waves his hand and says “I’m fine, I’m fine. I’ve come back from plenty worse.”

You see that the blue liquid coming from Cliffjumper’s leg is flowing faster than it did before and you anxiously look around for Ratchet.

“No, no, you’re hurt pretty bad. You need to see Ratchet,” you say worriedly.

“Oh come on, you’re overreacting! I don’t need Ratchet!” Cliffjumper insists but you remain unconvinced.

As if on cue, Ratchet turns around and comes over to where you and Cliffjumper are talking. Ratchet assesses Cliff's injury by scanning his leg with a beam of green light that turns red when scanning Cliffjumpers’ leg.

“Hm, you’ve lost a good amount of energon,” comments Ratchet.

“What’s energon?” You ask curiously.

“The fuel and lifeblood of all Autobots and Decepticons alike,” explains Optimus, startling you because you didn’t hear him walk over. “How are Cliffjumper’s injuries?”

“Yeah, will he be ok?” You ask Ratchet worriedly.

“Yes, he will be alright,” the medic replies impatiently. “But he must stay off of his leg, I suggest taking a break from being y/n’s guardian, at least until the wound heals completely.”

“What?!” You and Cliffjumper say at the same time.

“For how long?” You ask grimly.

“At least a few days,” replies Ratchet.

“Aw come on Doc!” Whines Cliffjumper.

“I believe that is for the best, Cliffjumper,” Optimus says.

“But what about Cliffjumper! Who’ll be my guardian?” You question, afraid of the answer.

“I’m her guardian!” Says Cliffjumper fiercely. “Y/n doesn’t need any other bot, I feel fine.”

He transforms and does a few donuts around the base, much to the annoyance of Ratchet, before transforming back to his bot form.

“See? I’m fine! Don’t lock me up in here, I’ll go crazy,” says Cliffjumper determinedly.

“Ratchet, what do you think?” Asks Optimus.

Ratchet sighs loudly and pointedly looks at Cliffjumper before saying, “Fine! But if his injury gets any worse, I will pull him from being a guardian!”

“Very well,” says Optimus.

You notice Miko walk over and she stands next to you, looking up at Optimus and asking, “So, is this the part where you say goodbye and tell us we need to forget that we saw you?”

Optimus is silent for a moment before he answers. “Without a means of leaving this world, we Autobots take strength in the bonds we have forged with you four,” and for some reason Optimus looks directly at you. “Though we did not choose to be of Earth, it would seem that we are here to stay,”

You look over at Cliffjumper and he smiles at you. You’ve only known Cliffjumper for a week, but after almost being shot at and killed with him, you feel like you’ve known Cliffjumper your whole life. You smile back and look over at Jack, Miko, and Raf, glad to have made such amazing friends, and something Optimus said rings in your head.

We Autobots take strength in the bonds we have forged.

***

You wave as Jack, Miko, and Raf leave the Autobot base to go home. Cliffjumper opens the passenger door and you slide into the seat, closing the door. You reach for the seatbelt but Cliffjumper says “I got it,” and buckles you in safely.

You smile and thank him as he drives through the tunnel and onto the road to take you home.

“Be honest, those donuts hurt a lot didn’t they?” You ask with a cocky grin.

“Pff I don’t know what you’re talking about,” says Cliffjumper.

“Oh come on, don’t be a hero about it,” you press.

“Well, ok. It hurt a little,” admits Cliffjumper, but you raise your eyebrow.

“Only a little bit?” You question and he sighs loudly.

“Ok fine! Yes, it hurt a lot. Happy?” Retorts Cliffjumper defensively.

“Sheesh, so sensitive,” you tease.

“Are you going to keep mocking me? Cause that walk to your house is a long one,”

“Alright, ok, I’m sorry,” you put your hands up. “You know, you should have let someone else drive me home. Like Ratchet, or Optimus, or I’m sure Jack could have dropped me off. You might be hurting your leg even more.”

“Let’s get one thing straight kid, I drive you home. Not Ratchet, not Optimus, me. Besides, Ratchet would probably kill you and Optimus would fill your head with useless quotes about leadership. From henceforth until forever, you will be driven home by yours truly,” states Cliffjumper defensively.

“From henceforth until forever? Aww, defensive and loyal. I’ve found quite the guardian,” you grin widely.

“Ugh, wipe that stupid grin off your face,” says Cliffjumper, but you can hear him chuckling quietly.

“But don’t change the subject! Don’t think I haven’t forgotten about your injured leg, Cliffjumper,” you exclaim sternly.

“Scrap, I hoped you’d forgotten about that,” Cliffjumper mutters.

“Yeah, nice try. You may be my guardian, but someone has to keep you safe and healthy,” you say.

“Ahh, but that’s Ratchet’s job!” Whines Cliffjumper. “I don’t need two people babying me. Ratchet’s bad enough as it is.”

“Do you actually listen to Ratchet?” You ask, already guessing the answer.

“Well, no. Not really,” admits Cliffjumper.

“That’s what I thought,” you reply. “Besides, how am I supposed to be stuck with you for the long haul if you’ve bled to death or you're missing a leg and can’t drive anymore?”

“You sound just like Ratchet,” complains Cliffjumper.

“Is he wrong?” You ask, but he doesn’t respond. “He sounds just as concerned for you as I am.”

“Actually, I think you’re worse than Ratchet, which is worrying,” Cliffjumper says seriously, but you know he’s teasing you.

All too soon you see your house through the windshield and Cliffjumper pulls up to the curb that’s across from your house. You notice that it has the perfect view through your window, and you can see your bedroom lit up by the setting sun. Slowly you reach over to unclip your seatbelt, wishing this time you spend with Cliffjumper could last forever. Once again the image of Cliffjumper’s lifeless body lying somewhere flashes through your head, and you shake your head to get the thought out.

“You alright?” Cliffjumper asks.

You don’t answer right away, instead turning your head to look at the sun set. The sky seems to burst with color, blues, pinks, purples, oranges and yellows fading into each other. The golden rays of the sun filter through Cliffjumpers window and warm your bare skin. It was beautiful, and you took a deep breath before answering Cliffjumper.

“W-what if…it was you, instead of Arcee?” You ask timidly. “What if you got hurt? I was able to help you when those Cons tried to kill you when we first met, but I won’t always be able to protect you. I-I-I can’t…if you got hurt really bad…I mean…”

You looked down to where your hands were clasped tightly in your lap.

“Hey,” says Cliffjumper firmly but gently. “You don’t need to protect me. I’m the one that protects you, got it? The Decepticons tried to hurt you, but I’m not going to let that happen again. I will protect you, and I will protect your home. Understand?”

You nod and look at Cliffjumper’s radio. “It’s your home too,”

“What?” He asks.

“The Decepticons destroyed your home, Cybertron, right? So now this is your home. With us humans, with me,” you say.

“Hmm,” Cliffjumper hums in thought. “You know, when I first came to Earth, I wasn’t so sure. I lost a lot during the War for Cybertron; friends, family, my home. But then I met you, and everything changed. Now I have a new friend, and a new home.”

“Oh, now you’re getting sentimental. Megatron really dinged you up, huh?” You joke.

“You started it.”

“Oh, real mature Cliffjumper.”

“You know, I think your parents are probably wondering where you are.”

“Nah, I’m sure they’re not worried.”

You open the door and step out of the car, walking to the front and placing your hand on Cliffjumpers’ hood, right next to the broken metal bull horn.

“Please be careful when you drive me to school tomorrow. Don’t overdo yourself, if you need to rest your leg please let me know,” you say with concern.

“Yes Ratchet, I’ll be careful,” Cliffjumper says.

“Mock me all you want, I’m serious,” you pat his hood affectionately. “Please promise me that you’ll be ok.”

“I promise you that nothing will ever happen to me. You’re stuck with me for the long haul, remember?”

“Good, because if something does happen to you I’ll never let you hear the end of it!”

Cliffjumper laughs and you can hear the smile in his voice as he says “Good night y/n.”

“G’night. I’ll see you tomorrow,” you respond.

“Sleep well,” Cliffjumper says warmly.

“You too, Cliff,”

You turn around and walk into your house, smiling to yourself as you close the front door behind you.

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sailorwritesstuff · 2 years

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Hello :) Could you do Poly Elmax hcs?

Before you're dating you 3 hang out a lot. Movie, picnics, ice cream, holding hands etc.

And you it's so fun just the three of you hanging out it's almost like you're dating

El is technically kind of the one who ask you both out

More like told you rather than ask.

It's a few days before the Byers move and El needs help packing

You're packing up and El just puts it out there

"I love you."

And the two of you get similar funny feelings in your stomaches as you stared at her

"I'm going to miss being your girlfriend."

You and Max met each other's wide eyes and had a moment of a quiet conversation that was pretty much:

"are we girlfriends? Did I... Did I miss something??"

"Bro if you missed it. I missed it too."

And El gets all confused and tilts her head

"are we not...dating?" And the word dating sound so foreign and awkward from her mouth

"no...no Yeah! Um..."

"we went on dates."

"um yeah?"

"Can you even date two people at once"

"We can try."

And you guys send letters all the time.

Call when you can.

Send little gifts

And make plans to see each other

Max LOVES having her hair brushed

El likes being taught new things

Max does lots of Forehead kisses

El is like a big fucking cat she will climb on one of you and just lay there or knock your shit over whenever she's bored. And just stared at it after. Not important stuff but like, plastic water bottles, pencil cases, hair brush

Max likes being taken care of but doesn't like to ask so El often comes up and is like "max needs food."

Skate park dates >>>>

And probably like dinner burgers after

Nose/Esk*mo kisses from El. She just randomly presses her nose to yours randomly and her nose crinkles up and she squeals and giggles like a happy stim

Slow dancing to no music.

Having to help Max convince El she can't ONLY eat eggos

Neither of them can cook

But El wants to learn

Seriously play fighting Mike about El.

Hanging out with Lucas. Bc even after breaking up him and Max are good friends.

They like dressing you up for fun. In... odd fashion choices

But also keep them away from your closet if you want to have clothes to wear

They really want to get out of Hawkins.

Some places like San Francisco or Chicago. Just not Hawkins.

Probably got a nice apartment when you do get out. Small with 2 beds. But it's yours and cozy.

It's just you and them against the world.

#sailor writes stuff #elmax #elmax x reader #eleven hopper #max mayfield #jane hopper #jane hopper x reader #eleven hopper x reader #eleven x reader #max mayfeild x reader #stranger things headcanons #elmax Headcanons #stranger things x reader #stranger things s4

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sparxymcfly · 2 years

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I read your thing about Doc and his notorious hunching, and wanted to know what you thought of my take on it.

Him being hunched is probably from him leaning over equations since I don't think he stands fully straight. And doc most likely knows that Marty is self conscious about his very small stature. So by being at eye level and not literally looking down at Marty it helps him feel more comfortable. Doc is also probably one of those nerds that get excited as he explains things and being at eye level probably helps him with displaying that so he doesn't scare anyone if he, puffs himself up in a way like with how he bounces around in the beginning in the first one when he's like 'If works! It actually works!' he turns away from Marty as he does it, not towards him. As far as 50s doc doing the hunching thing he does it to have a bit more of a personal connection with Marty. Since he's probably looked down on and called stupid by his dad, judge Brown when he found out that his son didn't want a law degree and wanted to be a scientist.

Your post this morning was sent to me by a fellow BTTF lover and it's been the entire base of our friendship. I don't find many other fans in the wild, I guess you could say, so it's nice to know there's others as obsessed with the old trilogy as I am!

HIIIIIII I don't recall anymore when "this morning" was but it's surely long past by now. I am So sorry for how long this has been sitting here but here I go to eat your thoughts and tell you what I think <3 ALSO HOW DO YOU SEND GIFS IN ASKS.... your power. Or well uh it might just be my lack of familiarity with how Tumblr works despite being here for like... years. Pff. Still, thank you for putting them in my inbox :)

I DO totally agree that Doc probably does not have very good posture. Not all the time really, but Doc has always come across as the "do as I say not as I do" sort of guy when it comes to that sort of casual personal health and safety- to summarize what might have otherwise been a big ramble, the man eats Burger King often enough there's debris strewn across the lab in the opening scene when they've long since not even been in there. Doc getting so absorbed in his experiments that he not only hunches, but probably stands and contorts around in the weirdest positions possible? I'm just saying I think that's something the rejuvenation clinic probably did a really good patch-up on. And, y’know, it very much tracks considering how often he’ll just gesture and move about wildly and then just! Hold that position, whatever it is, for the time he’s talking!

As far as 50s Doc goes though, I think I could see that! For as silly as I got during that post, I do believe part of it for him back then was just the fact he was a lot less assured and not particularly well-versed in spending time with other humans for all that long at a time. To him, whether conscious or subconscious [and I kinda think it is mostly subconscious on his part], eye contact and visibly paying mind- and maybe even leveling the playing field- is probably something considerate to do.

Man. A lot of this sure is looping back into me wanting to go off on little side tangents about my beliefs about autistic Doc <:] That’ll definitely be another time though, as there’s still one point remaining in your ask I’d love to tackle. That being, Marty’s height and his feelings about it!

Granted, anyone is allowed to feel however they’d like, especially with something that doesn’t really get directly addressed at any point. Sort of, anyway. Marty being small comes up a lot, though, and personally, I’ve actually always been of the belief it’s something Marty doesn’t really think about until it is suddenly a problem. As far as I can tell, he’s never particularly minded, but I’m here to gather the evidence to my point of view! Is this a convenient excuse to talk about all these moments that I find very silly? Yeah :) It sure is.

I! Won’t be covering the movies very much here, if only because the post in question- the Doc crouching post- pretty much covered every significant instance of Marty being small being brought up in the trilogy itself. Does this make my point malleable? Perhaps! I’m exploring it anyway. Using a read more as well since it’s a touch image heavy AND kind of just a touch rambly.

Item number one! Marty is aware of his own size! ... Sometimes. Sometimes, Marty knows without hesitation [and he does Not hesitate trying this plan] that he can fit into something like a box and goes right for it. Sometimes, Marty challenges someone to a fight and they turn out to have almost an entire foot on him. Go figure!

THIS ONE IS BLURRY and not particularly “evidence” so much as “Sparx’s point got away from them in record time and they’re using the opportunity to talk and share things again” but since it’s the best I can do and also the only item on this list that made me laugh for a solid five minutes while I kept pushing this statue around, I’m including it. In the game, there’s a statue in the center of town in the Citizen Brown timeline that you can interact with. If you do, Marty will push it. Marty is not tall enough to push it. Marty has to jump every single time he wants to turn the statue. You can do this an infinite number of times. It’s worth every press of the button I assure you.

Back to the focus [there’s a focus?], the wording on this one has actually stuck with me quite a bit. The guard in question isn’t even that tall to be perfectly honest, and yet Marty seems to be, in his own head, a perfectly average height when compared to other people. It’s the guard that’s too tall, you see.

This one is here in direct antithesis to the next one! Because yeah, on the one hand, this is a rare occasion someone directly calls Marty short. And he.. doesn’t really react! It’s also kind of antithesis to the previous one too, whereas in Marty’s head the guard is too tall, but Jennifer here is saying he’s the short one in any given equation. Now is also a good time to point out that in the game there’s several shots [including one I’ll be nabbing from my PS4 one of these days] that makes Jennifer look taller than Marty which is another source of endless amusement for yours truly.

This one! This one is actually a bit that might more support the view of Marty being insecure about his height. Although from my end, I can easily see it as Marty narrating to kids and- well, “runt” isn’t really something cool hero guys get called by the villain. “Thorn in my side” comes to mind as the sort of thing a villain might call a hero that sounds really cool, and as many, many instances in both the movies, game, and comics show, Marty’s a big fan of movies, TV shows, and the cool heroes within them- and, of course, the cool things they say. Runt? Runt isn’t cool. Runt does not make Marty sound like a badass to this playground full of children. He never seemed to mind much in the trilogy, but playing to your interpretation yet again, he sure did have other stuff to worry about whenever Mad Dog was around!

I SIMPLY. It’s always been really fun to me that Marty is the rare sort of short character who kind of. Really doesn’t seem to have any kind of complex about his size? If anything, it seems to cause the most problems because he isn’t often aware of how little he is in the grand scheme of things. It makes for really funny setups though, so I think that’s okay <3

Thank you for poking me though!!! You’ve given me lots of food for thought, and I’m also very happy to hear both you and your new friend found each other through something silly I threw together ^^; have a lovely day!

#doc brown #marty mcfly #bttf #back to the future #sparxy talks future #i've been DEAD but also my friends have been like #enabling the hell out of me and i've watched back to the future for three consecutive days #so! in a way thank them for me regaining the nerves to speak again HELP #also like MAN i really can't apologize enough for taking this long <:]#hopefully this is a good response/read #i like the whole 'doc has learned that his height and energy combined can be intimidating' that's a neat viewpoint #granted I think if Doc ever stopped crouching around Marty the very most he would get is maybe a single 'huh #doc have you always been that tall?'#and then they'd move on lol #but it's just Neat #i like thinking about them #and also so so sorry besties i just think how much marty being Little is brought up is among the top tier comedy #the only reason i ended up getting the demerit for the statue in the game before i even knew i was supposed to #was because i was laughing so hard at the fact marty had to JUMP to push it #like i love you little man #but if i put something on the top shelf you would be sol #i say this like marty isn't exactly the type of kid to climb the counters if he really really had to #i'll bet he's only done that once in doc's lab before immediately being told to NOT do that #and doc proceeds to move everything so it's in marty's reach #marty of course does not notice this #he just grabs something that used to be on the top shelf really casually and moves on with his life

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bitchassbucky · 3 years

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Warning/s: stalkers, bucky being a creepo, reader being a creepo. dark!IT!bucky x dark!reader :-) female & male masturbation, voyeurism (i think), cyber crimes being committed.

A/N: this is my birthday gift to @babyboibucky <3 to my boo, I love you and you have a special place in my heart. this is gonna be a multi-part thing, it's too long to be considered as a one-shot, oops.

please enjoy! :D

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4:49 PM

Just 11 more minutes until he can pack his bags up for the weekend.

One new ticket - URGENT

Goddamn it.

Bucky pulled his earphones out in annoyance, just another office idiot who doesn’t know how to print A4 sheets. If the office were to be held hostage and printing out was the only thing that can save them, half of the floor would be dead.

The new name caught his eye, Y/N Y/L. A new hire, it seems like.

Subject: One new ticket - URGENT

Hi, this is Y/N, employee number 0008675309. I’m new here and was told to send a ticket for the equipment request.

Thank you and have a great weekend!

Oh, Bucky’s gonna have a great weekend indeed. Out of pure curiosity, he’s already pulled up your employee file. A cute smile to a cute name. His annoyance dispersing already, just by thinking of ways how he can spend time with you.

Hey, Y/N! Bucky types into the text field, Welcome to the company. I’m Bucky and I got assigned to help you get settled. Do you prefer having a desktop or a laptop? I’ve attached a form in this thread, send it to me once you’re done.

Have an awesome weekend too!

As much as he hates sending out chirpy emails, he can’t help but to smile when you immediately send a reply back.

Thanks, Bucky! So sorry for sending in the request super late. Got caught up with the onboarding. Is it okay if I use my laptop until we can get a unit to my place? PC or laptop is fine with me.

Best,

Y/N

Bucky fights off another smile, rubbing his hand over his stubbled cheek as he carefully types out a reply. Unlike other days, he doesn’t mind staying beyond 5 PM today. It’s not like he has other plans for his Friday night.

No worries, Y/N. He’s already loving your name. Happy to help!

Do you have your laptop with you? I can set it up before you go home for the weekend. I can probably send in the ticket to the guys so you can have your work equipment next week.

His deft fingers are dancing over his mechanical keyboard, clacking away while the clock ticks closer to the weekend.

A ping, another reply from you. You’re new, you’re still excited to make friends in the office. If you only knew how stupid they are, though.

Yeah! I have it on me right now. I actually work on the same floor, I can drop it off there right now.

Bucky glances around his office, looking for any reflective surface he can check himself on. He runs his hand through his hair, taming any stubborn locks that fell out of his low bun. His shirt hangs just right against his huge frame, his pants hugging his figure, accentuating his silhouette even more.

Just as the clock ticks 5:00, a soft knock raps against his door, “come in!”

You are cuter, prettier in person. Your perfume hits his nose and he’s floored—metaphorically.

“Mr. Barnes,” you say, your demeanor somewhat meek and shy. Well, of course, you are. Your frame is nothing against the hunk of the man who just stood up to greet you.

“Bucky.” He prompts, smiling. You reciprocated the smile, but you really weren’t sure what to expect. Maybe a scrawny little dude mousing away on a keyboard?

“Bucky, thank you so much for doing this. I know you’d rather get off of work since it’s Friday and all.”

He hums, taking your laptop in his hands. You notice the rings adorning his fingers—complementing his tanned skin tone and—it’s not appropriate to stare at a stranger’s hand.

Heat creeps up your face as he turns to look at the stickers stuck to your laptop, “you know, I like this band.” Bucky says, pointing to an old sticker, he carefully sets down your laptop on his workstation.

“They’re great,” you muse, taking a seat on a plastic chair by the door.

You take a gander around his small office. There was nothing out of the ordinary but the big black server blinking at the back, so why do you feel trapped?

“Sorry about the temp, we have to keep the room cold for the server in the back,” Bucky explains, noticing how your arms are crossed over your chest. The skirt you’re wearing isn’t doing you any better too.

You stammer out an it’s okay with a small smile.

Bucky worked on your computer quietly, using a USB stick to load all the applications you need to set up a temporary work account on your laptop. After a few minutes, he beckoned you to come here. You scoot over to his desk, rolling the chair forward and beside him. Not too close though.

“So, this note has all your generated passwords. Type those into the app when you first log in, then you can change it if you want to.” Bucky explains, the cursor idles on the screen. He tries not to get too close to you, to give you personal space. It’s a professional workplace after all.

“This app,” he drags a window, pulling up an application, “tracks your hours and your keystrokes. It’s company-mandated because managers want to micro-manage their people, I guess.” Bucky shrugs, his disdain showing through his voice. His tone shifting lower than what you’d expected.

“Sorry, I just hate their new protocol,” his face and voice softening as he looks at you, “it’s a total privacy breach if you ask me.”

You’d normally disagree but something tells you that maybe he’s got a point. Your breath hitched in your throat as he leans closer as if to whisper something, “this note right here? It’s a nifty thing, a little script so your computer doesn’t go to sleep when you’re away. It enables and disables your numlock pad so it counts as a keystroke.”

A smirk finds its place on your face, “well, that’s…something, isn’t it?”

Never in your life would you find yourself flirting with a co-worker but there’s something about Bucky that made you excited. Interested. Intrigued.

Bucky nods, rolling his chair away to fetch a pad of sticky notes. “Another thing from your friendly neighborhood IT guy,” he peels off a leaf and sticks it on your laptop’s built-in camera, “keep your cam covered.”

You give him a chuckle and a playful salute, “yes, sir.”

Bucky’s a modern man. He sees a pretty girl and he gets giddy. He talks to a pretty girl and he gets flustered. But you—you make him feel more than giddy and flustered. There was something familiar about you, and your eyes. Has he seen you before? Met you, even? No, that’s impossible—if he had met you before, he’d surely remember you.

It was 5:34 PM when he gave you your laptop back and sent in an urgent request for your equipment. While taking down the elevator to the lobby, Bucky gave you a few tips on how to ‘survive’ working in the office. According to him, as far as you go in on time and kept your head above the rumors, you’d do fine.

He asked about your first week and he told you about this joint near the building that serves the best burgers and fries.

You’ve got a good feeling that you just made your first friend.

—

The sun was already setting down when you pulled into your apartment’s parking lot. At the very last minute, you turned into a drive-through and got some food on the go. The side trip took out 10 minutes of your time but at least you dodged the awful traffic that was building up by the highway.

Along with your laptop bag and your food, you trudge up to your third-floor apartment. It wasn’t what you wanted—the windows faced the street, the screen door doesn’t lock all the way—but it’s the one you got. As long as it’s got four walls and a roof, right?

You slip out of your work clothes and into some comfy jammies after a rewarding shower; the sooner you can get your food heat up, the sooner you can eat, and drink and then go to sleep.

So while waiting for the microwave to beep, you pry open your laptop. You told Bucky not to shut it down after he worked on it as to not lose your work on another profile, which he understood.

The work account he set up greeted you, along with the bright pink sticky note he stuck to your webcam. That wasn’t real, was it? All those cautionary tales of hackers using webcams to peep on you. Maybe he’s just trying to scare you, like some kind of initiation. Without a second thought, you took off the sticky note. It was kinda annoying anyway.

Clicking the Log Out Work button, your personal account popped into the frame. Your opened apps and documents displaying themselves for you to use. You pulled up Spotify and clicked on the first playlist you saw—which happened to be your intimate playlist.

Sure, the Pavlov reaction is real because halfway through the first song, you already found yourself getting all hot and bothered. This one’s your favorite song too.

You groan in annoyance, your food’s no longer a priority.

Picking up the laptop from the table, you walk to your bedroom, not bothering to shut the door. You live alone, it’s fine. You put the laptop on its loudest setting, setting it on your desk and you plopped down on your bed, the pillows and the comforter pooling on one side.

Your room is illuminated by a streak of light from the street. Your curtains flowing softly with the breeze that just came in.

Glancing at your laptop, you remembered Bucky. How his office smelled when you first walked in. How he stood tall when he greeted you. How he smiled. Those goddamn rings of his.

Before you caught yourself thinking rationally, your fingers are already splayed even over your thighs, caressing the soft flesh of your legs.

Bucky’s smirk and his cologne finding purchase in your fogged brain. Thoughts of him pulling you aside into his office to fool around—voices above hushed whispers as your skin erupts in goosebumps, the chilled air of his office finding its way up to your spine.

Oh, fuck it.

You undress fast, flinging your shirt over your head, dropping it somewhere below the bed. The air in your room making your nipples hard and erect as you pinch them. You breathe out a sigh, the heat of the moment creeping up your torso.

The material of your panties dampening as you imagine yourself bent over his desk, your skirt bunched over your hips as he laps your sopping cunt. Bucky’s tongue exploring your folds up and over until your pussy’s a quivering mess of drool and spit.

Your fingers slip past the band of your underwear. Even you surprised yourself by how wet you are.

God, you met him once and he’s already inching his way into your mind.

But who could blame you? You’ve been all over his Facebook profile when you learned his name via the office’s organizational chart. The first time you saw him, walking around the office with a laptop in his hands, you already knew you wanted to at least formally meet him. A scroll on his page, you found a band that you could tolerate listening to. (They’re okay, just not your taste in music.)

A plan came to mind when your department head told the team that you can work from home from time to time—only if you agreed to use a work laptop, a company-owned one. Your manager advised you to put in the request as soon as you can, for you to secure a unit before the on-hand supplies dwindle.

Deliberately sending in the request late—way, way later—than what your manager told you just so you could pull up the ‘new hire’ card and act dumb.

And it looked like he bought it too.

The image of him fucking you quiet while he grabs you from behind played inside your mind like a memory—a vision. Of how his thick cock would fill you up until your pussy is clenching around him. Would he pinch your throbbing clit, making you squirm and cream around him?

Your fingers are compared nothing to his, that’s for sure. But it does the work for now.

A breathy moan comes out of your mouth as you play with your clit, your cunt dripping down wetness as you continue to fondle your tits.

His hands would make a great addition to your chokers.

Your toes curl and your breath quickens, the coil in the pit of your stomach tightening—white-hot heat creeping up your limbs.

Oh, fuck, Bucky!

—

His ears perked up as he heard you moaning his name.

Bucky was busy watching you enjoy yourself when he got caught in the moment and decided to enjoy himself too.

He was barely keeping himself behaved when you first walked into the floor wearing a button-up and slacks that accentuated your backside. Bucky wished he was the one who gave you the tour and know your name for the first time, but that was impossible—he was in the IT department.

So when he got the news that new hires will be given the chance to work from home, he hoped that he gets to be the one to help you set up.

He was losing hope by the time he got your request, he thought that you opt not to work at home but then there you were, sending him an apologetic email on a late Friday afternoon.

Of course, he happily obliged. He even set up himself a little virtual camp in the background of your computer just so he can continue spending time with you.

Just thinking about you is already making him hard again. Bucky already came in hot spurts of white as he watched you desperately undress earlier. What can he say—he was waiting for you to show your tits already. As such, he correctly guessed that you’d be annoyed with the glaringly bright sticky note he used to ‘cover’ your webcam with.

But seeing you fingerfuck yourself all alone just wasn’t enough for him, he has to have you all by yourself.

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The House always Wins.

SO I finally got the Quackity and Revivebur story finished, and its twice the length of my normal stories because I couldn't help myself but keep writing. I tried to keep the rival banter between Quackity and Wilbur natural as best I could, so I hope you guys enjoy it. Remember to drink water and eat something today.

(also to those who wonder who the witch is that I reference here and there in my stories, I'm pretty much talking about myself since I'm working “magic” to get these stories out for you all to enjoy)

Wilbur knew that this was a really bad idea, Quackity was well known for his skills in playing cards, the few games from their time in Lamanburg showed that, but damn he wasn’t interested in the prize that was offered. He had left Ranboo to work on their newest plan while he took some time to blow off steam, it took everything in his power to not explode at the sight of Tubbo working in the restaurant, of course, the scared face bastard would do this when he couldn’t get his brother, he would just go for his best friend.

Wilbur chewed the end of his thumb harshly as he paced about in the woods where he could have some peace,” Why would he go to Quackity, he is the reason he died that day….. I needed him to fully convince Tommy.” He shook his head as he lifted his head to brush his hair out of his face,” no... I can’t keep dragging him into my things…. Fuck it…. I have Ranboo though, so I have that in my favor.” His mind went back to the fish tank though, did Quackity think he was funny for filling it with salmon, he really wanted to go back and destroy that tank, but that would just play into the subtle jeers-

“Delivery for Wilbur Soot from Lamanburg!”

Wilbur turned sharply to try and find the disembodied voice that broke him from his musing. He didn’t recognize the voice and it was really startling to hear someone in the one place he expected to be alone but was shocked to find the woods around him completely empty… no not empty, Near his feat was a letter that had a few green stains on its surface. He gently reached down and picked up the letter, running his thumb over the spots and realized that they were from slime residue...which was weird, The poker chip wax seal was very telling, however. “ We just saw each other, why would he send me a letter?” He gently slipped the small pocket knife out of his pocket and swiftly cut the top open and removed the letter, wrinkling his nose slightly at the smell of Quackity’s Cologne wafted out.

To Wilbur~

I know that we only just saw each other to discuss the wonders of our new competition. I'm sure you loved the fish tank just as much as I loved your idea of a personalized Ip for your burgers, but something interesting has come up. I think we should play a game of cards together to be a show of goodwill between us before our competition fully starts, just for old times sake. I managed to get in contact with a certain witch that roams the area and they gave me something that will make the reward for winning all the more sweeter. If this is of interest to you, meet me at the needle where we talked before with Tommy at sunset.

May your business do well,

Quackity.

Wilbur furrowed his brows slightly as he read over a particular line, what could that witch provide for Quackity, and what was that reward? The subtle jabs at his burger van just fired up his anger once more, but the thought of beating Quackity was too tempting. “ Guess I need to get out my old pack of cards to practice then.”

Quackity sat quietly at his desk while waiting for the news, gently twirling the small bottle with his fingers, watching as the bright teal liquid swirled around the sides with each move. If what that witch said was true, beating Wilbur in this quick game of cards would be worth it for the short time he would be under his control. That would only happen if Wilbur agreed to the game,” what am I talking about, his ego’s too big to refuse an opportunity like this.” He then leaned over to look at the bottle more thoughtfully, even if he lost to the Franken freak and was forced to drink this, he would be fine and could do some recon work. You can’t hide things from someone inside yourself when you're someone like Wilbur Soot, he wouldn’t be able to help himself but brag if he won, and that's when he would slip.

“Dab me up! My mission was successful, Quackity from Las Nevadas!”

Quackity couldn’t help but jump when heard the cheerful exclamation from the slime-human- thing that slithered its way under the door instead of opening it like he asked multiple times,” Didn’t I tell you that you have to open- nevermind, did Wilbur seem like he was going to accept my offer?” Quackity’s face hurt slightly as he couldn’t help the wide grin as he watched Charlie nod, things were going how he wanted and he now needed to be ready, the game area needed to be set up. He quickly stood up and slid the potion bottle into his pocket for safety, heading for the door with a new sense of excitement, the newest battlefield for the two needed to be set.

Wilbur couldn’t hide the sneer on his face as he traveled across the sand towards Las Nevadas, of course, the one-eyed bastard would want him to come at this time, the flashy colors and lights were nearly blinding. The multitudes of colors were no doubt going to cause a migraine later on if he continued to look at them, it made him wonder how Quackity could stand them, but he could guess that others would think the same about his interest in TnT. He kept his head low as he walked past the few buildings to reach the space needle, giving a mild glare to the new burger restaurant with the ‘Tubburger’ sign as he passed it, but continued with his silent march forward. The needle stood brightly before him as he craned his head upwards to look towards the top, getting the faint idea that he could see a darkened shape at the top looking down at him, but that could have been his imagination. He gently readjusted his jacket before stepping into the elevator, letting his weight be fully supported by the rush of bubbles as he let his eyes close, not wanting to look at the lights any longer. His body stuttered slightly as it reached the top, and he opened his eyes to see a simple table sat in the middle of the grand room, and at its center sat Quackity; shuffling cards quietly. Wilbur didn't say a word as he stepped from the elevator, using a hand to gently brush the damped hair away from his eyes, and strode forward to the empty chair that was across from his rival. He slowly sat down and placed his elbows on the table before placing his chin on his hands, watching on as the other continued to gently shuffle the cards in hand, moving them elaborate before starting to lay them out on the table. Wilbur was quick to realize that the game they were playing was poker, a classic choice for Quackity, and a game Wilbur was well familiar with. He waited until all the cards were laid out before he decided to speak,” You said there was a reward involved with this little game, you going to tell me what it is before I decide to go back down the elevator because as much as I enjoy playing with you; I’m busy.”

The scared man only smiled as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bottle filled with a cyan liquid, and looked like no normal potion that he’s ever seen, before setting it in the middle of the table. “This my rival,” the way Quackity said rival made a quick shiver roll up his spine,” is the reward I was referring to, our neighborhood witch didn’t make it easy for me to get this much.”

Wilbur gently lifted the bottle and swirled it,” what does it do though, because I don’t think that you would have asked me here for a simple potion,” he paused as he thought over the second thing,” you talking about you know who right?” He grimaced as Quackity nodded,” they give me the creeps.”

Quackity only nodded,” yep, but they are good at making potions like this one, it has some very unique properties that I figured would make a fun reward for the winner of our game.” Quackity was quick in taking the bottle and setting back on the smooth table,” when taken, it allows for the drinker to shrink down to…snack size for a few hours, while also being safe from any form of physical damage.” Quackity crossed his arms and watched Wilbur closely, he could see the realization forming in those reddish-brown eyes, and the newly hungry look that matched his own,” once it wears off, the one who drank it will automatically be teleported to their last respawn point, you still interested in playing?”

Wilbur sat silently as he mulled over what he had just been told, he knew that playing cards with Quackity was never a smart decision, but the thought of having him curled in his stomach and left to Wilbur’s mercy was a hard treat to ignore. He could go back to his van and poke at his shrunken rival, or even lay down on the bed to feel the crushed form thrash between the mattress and the rest of his body. Wilbur couldn’t help the slightly sheepish grin as his stomach let out a low rumble that caused the other male to laugh loudly,” seems like your stomach spoke for you my friend, let's get started then.” Wilbur could only shake his head as he moved to pick up his cards, looking over his hand quickly and deciding he didn’t like his first pull, moving to exchange his lower card for a better option.

“So are we playing first to three, or first to three consecutive wins, any longer game and I'll starve~”

Quackity smiled softly as he looked over his current hand, he and Wilbur had decided on the three consecutive wins ruling, and he was currently on his second win in a row. He had to give Wilbur a lot of credit, the man could pull a bluff with the best of them and even Quackity was thrown off a few times, but he could see the slight creasing at the edge of his eyes that showed his frustration at how the game was going. He had an ace up his sleeve however, he decided to play fair for the majority of the game to see if his rival would, but things were dragging on way too long. He was swift in pulling out the ace he knew would be next in the stack, changing his straight flush into a Royal, and made a subtle move to make himself appear disappointed; but barely noticeable. He saw the slight twitch in Wilburs fingers, which showed Wilbur was excited,” Well Quackity, I think I'm about to break your streak again,” The man quickly laid out a perfect straight flush,” boom, there's no way you can beat that since I know we've already gone through the higher cards.”

Quackity let out a low sigh and he lifted a hand to lightly pinch the bridge of his nose,” Yeah yeah,” he held this pose for a moment longer to let Wilbur relax, but could help the smirk as he moved to lean forward,” but don’t you know in a game like this, the house always wins,” and laid down his Royal flush. He smiled wider as Wilbur looked down in shock, before his hands flew to the discard deck as well as the pull deck, clearly looking to catch him in his cheat. Quackity let him look, sparing a glance to the tiny amount of slime that was slithering away towards the elevator, watching the last bit of the ace card dissolve away.

“ There’s no way, I am absolutely positive that you cheated, you shouldn’t have the cards for a royal flush,” It was hard to not slam his hands on the table in frustration, but despite his best efforts, Wilbur could not find the card that should have been in the discard pile. He didn’t want to accept the fact he lost, there was no way when he had managed to slide in his own cheat card to ensure his hand, but he couldn’t ignore it at this point. He looked back up when he heard a soft scraping sound, and watched as his smirking opponent slowly slid the small bottle towards him, leaving it to sit before him as the hand pulled back and the fingers started to drum.

Quackiyt let his fingers softly drum against the table's surface as he watched Wilbur fight with his ego, he knew the man was absolutely steaming inside, but it would also kill him to show such weakness before him. He was going to be kind in this instant to let Wilbur drink the potion at his own pace, but the low rumble of his empty stomach reminded him of the fact he didn’t eat anything since he managed to buy the potion in the first place, and he wanted his reward. “Wilbur… I do think it's time for me to receive my reward, don't you think?” He fully allowed his tongue to swipe across what was left of his lips and his few exposed teeth, chuckling at the scowl he received in return for his statement, but continued to watch on with increasing impatience.

Each tap of the fingers sounded like the ticking of a clock, one he could no longer avoid, ” fine, you'll get your reward soon enough.” Wilbur quickly snatched up the tiny potion bottle off the table and popped the cork out with his thumb in a well practiced motion, feeling a little concerned when a faint vapor escaped once the cork was gone, but still brought it up to his nose to smell. The first smell that came through was an odd fruity scent that he didn’t recognize in the slightest, but also the musky smell of nether wart and a fish smell. It made him wrinkle his nose slightly, but as he took one last look at the barely hidden look of anticipation on Quackity’s face, he just decided to tip his head back and down the entire bottle. He nearly gagged as the syrupy like substance traveled down his throat, the odd fruity flavor was horribly sour and he thought he could taste something similar to fermented spider eyes, it was absolutely horrid. “Oh that tastes like absolute horse shit, you sure that witch didn’t sell you an awkward potion with a silly story.” The thought of this made Wilbur laugh, and laugh harder when he saw the look of doubt cross through his rival's face..but as he continued to laugh, the more light headed he felt. He moved one hand to rest on the table while the other moved to rest against his temple, the feeling was getting worse by the minute, he opened his to look up at Quackity… wait.

Wilbur was now looking up at Quackity instead of normally looking down at him, even when sitting he was taller, but now he was a few inches shorter than his equally shocked partner. He tried to speak, but his vision quickly darkened and he felt his body fall limply back against the chair, falling quickly into unwanted consciousness.

Quackity was quick to rush around the table to catch the rapidly shrinking body as it nearly fell off the chair when he went fully limp, the man was now the size of a small child and was still shrinking. It was a memorizing process to watch as the normally six foot five man be reduced to the size of Quackity’s hand before stopping, this made him worry slightly, but the witch assured him that he would still be physically capable of getting him down safely. He used his fingers to gently move the miniscule man around in his palms, everything from his hair down to the glasses on his face were perfectly normal despite the change in size, it was quite amazing. He lifted the small body close to his face and frowned at the smell. It made him wonder if Wilbur showered at all, but he was determined as he slowly slid out his tongue to taste the exposed skin. He couldn't help his surprise at the taste that flooded across his tongue, it was a musty flavor that tasted way better than any meat he's ever had the opportunity to try, and he couldn’t help but lick the unconscious man again to get more of the flavor.

Wilbur groaned as the pounding in his head brought him back from his short sleep, and he could still feel the hot winds of the desert blowing on him as he tried to fully wake back up, what really shocked him away was the feeling of something hot and wet hitting the side of his face. His eyes opened to be met with a large tongue sliding away and back into the grinning maw that was right next to him, he tried his best to scramble away after giving a shocked yell. He was quickly gripped by the fingers and held still as he was pulled away from the mouth,” You absolute sack of shit, that's not a great thing to wake up to.”

Quackity couldn’t help the loud laugh at the smaller man,” Sorry Wilbur, I'm on a little bit of a time limit with my reward, I figured I’d have a spoiler before you woke up.” He lifted his other hand to gently poke the tiny face, pulling it back when it was nearly bitten. “I have to say i’m rather surprised with you Wilbur, you smell absolutely terrible, but taste rather good; like Blue cheese.” He watched the words sink in, and had to tighten his grip as the man started to thrash indignantly, clearly enraged by the comparison and his emphasis on the color blue. He made a mental note to be sure to bring that up more often during their next spat, but he didn’t want to waste more time as he lifted the squirming man until the kicking legs were level with his mouth, he wanted Wilbur to watch. “ Well Wilbur, I think it's time to show you to your room for your stay here in Las Nevadas, I hope you enjoy your stay, I know I will.”

Wilbur froze as he watched the giant mouth open wide and his legs were quickly slipped inside, the massive tongue making quick work of soaking his pants and licking at his skin, making him shiver in anger at how powerless he felt. He wanted to fight hard against the disgusting feeling, but he knew that would only make it more enjoyable for the man-eating him, so he was going to do absolutely nothing. He had to grit his teeth as his legs were slid further into the hot mouth, quickly being pressed into the rough pallet and licked roughly, his now devourer humming more at his taste. He moved to cross his arms and stare defiantly at the giant face looming before him, getting a better look at the giant scar that ran up Quackity’s face and how the gap in his lip was starting to drip saliva through the exposed teeth. He did get a moment to admire his looks however, and he had to admit the scar really added a rugged handsomeness, and he wouldn’t say how much the gold teeth did it for him. He gave an annoyed groan as he was shoved further into the mouth and the throat began its first power tugs at his legs while his pelvis fully entered the mouth. He sent an annoyed glare up at the half lidded eye that was watching his every reaction,” I thought you were on a time limit, just hurry up and let me get this over with!” The movement completely stopped for a moment other than the natural movement of the giant's breathing, but Wilbur watched as the giant lips moved to form a smirk and felt the tongue start to move with a new purpose.

He felt his face flushed as the tongue brushed against his side once he was pushed further into the mouth, clearly trying to incite laughter out of him; he didn't think Quackity would stoop that low. He soon couldn’t help the pearls of laughter that escaped him as he tried to shove at the hand still holding him and kicking at the now tightening grip of the throat, especially when he managed to make the man choke slightly from his thrashing. It gave him a bit of joy, but that changed when the head tilted back and Wilbur felt himself sliding further down the throat due to his own weight.

Quackity let his head fully lean back to let Wilburs own weight pull him further down his throat, the failing gave him a bit of a scare, but he was also having some issue breathing with just the legs. He took one more deep breath that caused the man in his mouth to freeze (i’m so dirty minded oh my goodness) and moved his hand so his fingers rested on Wilburs shoulder, and pushed down as he took a heavy swallow. This made the smaller man freak out slightly, the tiny hands moving to grip and his fingers and face, but he ignored this as he quickly slicked up the chest with saliva. He was glad the man tasted as good as he did because his mouth was slick enough to ussr the man down, and he felt a shiver of joy when the now yowling head was shoved past his lips and his tongue was quick to muffle the sound and could feel the weird sensation of Wilbur trying to speak against the flesh. He ignored it to start swallowing harder due to feeling a little light headed due the fact the wriggling form was creating a larger than he was expecting as brought his other hand to feel at the wriggling lump, and grinned when he felt the grasping hands slide off the back of his tongue. He left his hand over the lump as he continued to give hard swallows, grinning widder as it slowly slid under his collarbone and he could finally get a breath of air,” You didn't make that easy on me, that's just like you Wilbur.” He could still feel the form traveling through his chest and laid his hand over his stomach to wait till his prize entered, the organ giving a low growl to show its own excitement.

Wilbur couldn’t help the instinctual feeling of fear as he was fully shoved into the mouth, yelling wordlessly and trying to stop himself from being eaten, but was unable to resist the strength of the larger man. It was hard to breathe as his chest was held tightly by the throat as his face was assaulted by the humid heat of the mouth. He tried to yell for Quackity to stop, but his words were cut off by the tongue smacking him in the face. He was sputtering in rage before the muscles pulled him deeper and only his hands remained in the mouth, trying to grab at the teeth to slow his descent, but they were too slick as another swallow left him fully trapped in the crushing grip. He could barely move as the fleshy walls both pushed and shoved him downwards, that isn’t to say he tried, especially when he realized the secondary force rubbing at him was Quackity’s hand. He wanted to yell so badly, but with how tightly he was being compressed, he didn't want to waste what little bit of air he was able to get, especially when he slid into the tighter region of the chest. He tried to struggle harder when he slid past the heart and lungs, trying to cause any discomfort as the giant organs made his own head pound in pain due to the volume, and the loud rumble of the voice gave an extra layer of pain to his ego. His legs were suddenly forced to a stop and the walls of the throat began to force him into a painful half crouch as they tried to keep pushing him down,” Quackity you bastard-” his yell was cut short as his legs were suddenly pulled through a tight opening. It was another painful squeeze before he was roughly shoved into a space that was thankfully less tight as the throat, but the walls were sung and formed to his aching body like a wet sleeping bag. Wilbur could only brace himself partly as the walls let out a low rumble and began rubbing against him, moving up and down his body in practiced ways, trying to rub the accumulated liquid into his already soaked clothing and skin. It was at this point the resolve he was so desperately trying to hold onto shattered, he didn't want to be touched and didn’t want to acknowledge the rumbling voice that came from everywhere, so he began to mindlessly thrash in an attempt to get away from it all.

Quackity feld a mild wave of panic when he had felt Wilbur get stuck just above the entrance of his stomach, he didn't know what he would do before the large lump finally moved, and he felt slightly sick as his stomach stretched slightly to accommodate Wilbur’s size. He laid a hand over the surprisingly still form, his stomach making a low rumble as he tried to get a reaction from Wilbur, not admitting to himself that he was worried for them,” Your pretty still there Wilbur, you didn’t break did you?” The small form then exploded into a flurry of movement, he could feel what bump was either a leg or an elbow, but that didn’t matter as they equally made him feel sicker. He leaned over to try and still the movements while crossing his arms over the writhing lump, giving a low belch that brought back the deceptively good flavor, oh did he realize this was a mistake now. “ Fuck.. Wilbur stop moving around so much, all you're doing is making me feel sick, you're not going to come out the way you got in.” He gave another sickly belch before getting up from the table to get some water, feeling incredibly off balanced due to the new weight in his middle, and made his way to the elevator quickly.

Wilbur continued to thrash until he was completely exhausted, panting hard as the muscles around his spasmed slightly and were making a sickly churning noise. He fell back against the walls as he tried to gain his strength back, tensing slightly as his own stomach dropped and the whole area began to move. His mind tried to form an understanding of what was happening, and finally realized that Quackity was moving, maybe for the reason he was trying to say earlier. Wilbur couldn’t find the energy within himself to care though, he was tired and wanted to be asleep and get away from it all. He yelled loudly when he suddenly got drenched with icy water and that shocked his stressed mind back into reality,” What the fuck was that for, are you trying to drown me now?” He kicked out against the heavy weight that was pressing down on him and felt utterly confused when he both felt and heard the relieved sigh from his captor.

“Glad to see your back to normal, did you have a panic attack? You nearly made me sick, you asshole.”

Wilbur frowned but decided to not say anything about it,”I don’t know what you're talking about, this shit is only supposed to last for a couple hours right, I'm going to just ignore you and sleep it off. Once I'm back to normal we never speak about this again or so help me I will blow up Las Nevadas worse than I did La’manburg” He turned his body away from the hand and hunkered down in the surprisingly soft flesh, focusing on the giant heartbeat, and doing his best to ignore everything else of the man. He just wanted this to be over and never think about this again, even if the initial thought of swallowing Quackity seemed like a good idea.

Quackity sighed as he felt the man turn away from his touch, can’t say he didn’t blame him,” agreed, I'll be happy when you're gone and not giving me a stomachache.” He slowly stood up and made his way towards his bedroom to also sleep, this whole experience was not worth it at all. He had originally thought about trying to get more of the potion for future use, but seeing how one unwilling ‘snack’ reacted, any other would be just as bad or worse. He gave a small wave to Charlie as he passed him, giving him a quick rundown on what to do before making his way to the bedroom, and immediately laying down on it. The tiny man gave another nauseating wriggle at the rough landing, but thankfully settled back down into a warm lump.

He gently traced his fingers over the lump for a few minutes as he tried to sleep, if only the movement didn’t make him sick, this experience wouldn’t have been that bad.

Maybe a willing person would make it better.

#soft vore #safe vore #jk writtings #tw vore #mcyt g/t vore #jk writings #giant Quack!ty #tiny w!lbur

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weeb-writor · 4 years

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Bakugou Meets his Future Kids

Hiya! Long time no see! So I’ve been gone a while and today I was actually supposed to post the last part in the Aizawa mini series. That wont happen today because unfortunately even though me and my whole family have been super safe and only go to work and home I did test positive for Covid-19. I'm okay though just really drained and this was easier for me to finish. I'm hoping to have the Christmas fic up by the 28th at the latest, so sorry about that! For now I hope you can enjoy this! The kids do call reader mommy but there is no assigned gender! Anyone, any gender can be a mom!

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Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

He meets his kids from the future in a troubling way

Words: 1896

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It was supposed to be a normal day and it was for about 10 seconds. About 11 seconds in Bakugou had somehow been wrapped into a trip to the mall with most of the class. Bakugou prided himself on being a strong immovable boulder but when you asked could he come… lets say he had a temporary weakness. Now here he was at the food court as you all argued over what to eat.

“Is there a place that sells soba?” Todoroki asked.

“Even if there is, we aren't eating there! You always eat that!” Mina said, pointing at the boy who looked back a little deflated.

“I think we’ll be okay getting soba, his obsession with soba is super cute!” you said with a small laugh. This had Bakugou craning his neck. Only ever eating one thing was not cute, how could you think that!

“Like hell we are, Come on Y/n were getting a burger.” Bakugou said standing and pulling you away you didn't get far before you all heard someone crying and yelling. You and the rest of the class looked at each other once before you dashed in the direction of the cries. Arriving on the scene you see 3 kids surrounding a boy who was crying while one was holding back a girl who seemed to be crying in anger.

“Hey what the hell is going on here?” Kirishima said in a scolding tone. The kids turn around and pale probably recognizing the group of soon to be Pro-Heroes.

“Nothing we should be going, later losers.” The kids said quickly scattering into the crowds at the mall. The girl quickly ran to the boy's side still crying.

“It's alright, you don't have to cry, I have a first aid kit if that helps.” You said trying to console the kids. At your voice both of the kids looked up at you before tackling you in a crushing hug, sobbing even more. You looked up at your class confused; they only shrugged at you.

“Mommy! I'm sorry, I took Hiroyuki from school and we followed you and then we got hit with that big scary guy's quirk and then we ended up here and we been here for like 2 days. I'm sorry!!” The girl cried, rubbing her eyes furiously.

“Uh um sweetheart, I'm sorry you got lost but my teachers will help you. We’ll find your parents I promise.” You said rubbing her checks.

“But you're our mommy.” The young girl sniffled.

“I'm not, you must be confused. I'm L/n.” You said, smiling at them as they seemed to tear up.

“That's not funny mommy, stop joking right now.” The girl said, shaking her head, more tears spilling from her eyes.

“Sorry kid they aren't joking, L/n doesn't have any kids.” Denki said, crouching to meet her eyes.

“Are you mad cause we didn't listen? Are you gonna send us away?” The girl said, beginning to cry even more.

“Stop making my sister cry!!” The boy said with tears in his eyes, the tears were short lived as explosion went off all around them. Everyone looked at Bakugou who was quietly watching

“It's not me, it's one of them.” He said with his teeth gritted. The class didn't have time to figure it out as the explosion stopped and they saw their teacher next to them.

“It’s always something with you guys. Hey kids I'm gonna need you to come with me so we can sort this out.” He said offering his hands to them which they didn't hesitate to take. The walk back to the school was relatively short and quiet. Now they were all sitting outside of recovery girls office waiting on some kind of news.

“I think i know what's happened. They kept calling you mom, right?” You nodded at her with a small smile.

“Well while I was trying to heal them I asked them some questions to make sure their heads were on straight. Their answers were very much incorrect to us but also not completely insane. For Example Dynamight, Deku, and Shoto are all top 10 heroes. The league of villains are no more and I'm dead. I examined their bodies and it seems they were hit with a time travel quirk from the looks of it. Not sure when it will wear off but my best recommendation is for them to remain under L/n and Easerheads care, I will check for any signs of it wearing off, every other day.”

“Huh? Is Easerhead their dad! Do you and L/n get married in the future?! That's kind of kinky…” Mineta said with a gross smile

“No, you creepy child. It seems they do like him though.” Recovery girl said with a sigh. You thanked her and went into the room.

“Hey, did recovery girl explain what happened to you guys?” You said as you approached them.

“Uh huh she said we went in the past to where you and papa were students. Like in the pictures on the walls.” The girl said.

“Mhm very good, so can you tell me your names? Then we can go hang out with my friends and eat something!” You said with a smile.

“Hiroyuki…” the boy mumbled.

“I’m Kaori!” The young girl cheered at you. You thanked them and guided you out the door and found your friends and teacher waiting. You led them to the dorm lunge where food was waiting on them.

“So which one of you have an explosion quirk?” Kirishima said as the kids were eating.

“We both do, kind of.” The girl said absentmindedly. “Mom says I make explosions from the heat of the food I eat, I like spicy stuff.” She said with a smile.

“Oh okay cool! But no spicy stuff for you.” Denki laughed at the girl who wasn't exactly happy.

“What about you, little guy?” Sero asked the younger one. The little boy looked at Sero before burying his face in his hands and shaking his head.

“Yuki, has a really cool quirk! Mom says he works like a gas stove! He leaks this stuff that's like propane! Then he can ignite it based on how he is feeling! Angry or emotional means bigger explosions! It comes from his pores or his hand.” The girl chimed in for her brother. He was upset at her words and ran to Aizawa.

“Sorry, we didn't mean to make you uncomfortable!” Mina said as she couched to the level of the boy who further hid his face into Aizawa legs.

“It's okay, kid, Bakugou has an explosive quirk, it's cool!” Denki said with his flashy smile.

“We don't care about that old man's quirk!” The girl said fresh tears on his face.

“What’d you say you little brat?! I’m not an old man!” Bakugou roared back to Kaori.

“You are a mean old man and I hate you! Its all your fault I'm stuck here without my real mom and papa! I hate you! I hate you so much Papa!” The little girl roared back before running back to you crying.

“Papa?” Kirishima echoed quietly.

“Kaori, you shouldn't yell at people or tell them you hate them it's a mean and strong word.” You said crouching down to her level and stroking her cheek.

“B-but it's all his fault. He said me and Hiroyuki were weak and and we couldn't do much because we're kids and it's best for us to stay out of Hero’s way! Like were burdens!” She said growing further agitated.

“And I was right, you followed your mom and you both got hurt when you shouldn't have been near the battle anyway.” He said with a frown.

“But that doesn't mean we are useless and can't do anything by ourselves! WE ARENT DUMB!” She yelled back at him.

“Future me didn't say you were dumb, he, I just want you to be safe. It's best for you and your brother to stay out of the way for now. However, that doesn't mean your a burden or dumb.” Bakugou said seriously. The little girl didn't say anything further and just threw herself into her your arms. Hiroyuki came from in between Aizawa’s legs and also threw himself at you.

“Okay enough mingling for today I guess, time for bed! I’ll be right back guys.” You said as you carried both kids off to your dorms with surprising grace. Once you were gone the group turned to Bakugou.

“Papa, huh Bakugou?!” Denki said with a chuckle.

“It's too surprising! I didn't even know you had a crush on L/N!” Mina said with a pout.

“Really? it was pretty obvious Bakubro had a crush though. Literal tiny explosions go whenever L/n is near.” Kirishima said with a cute head tilt.

“The hell they do.” Bakugou said angrily.

“No they do, I’ve had to stop them a few times now.” Aizawa said with his weird grin.

“I can't believe it though, they are so cute! Kaori is so much like you and I cant believe Hiroyuki’s quirk is so kickass!” Sero said rubbing the back of there necks.

“Well of course they got kickass quirks. With me and L/N as parents there’s no way they wouldn't!” Bakugou said flushed red.

“I'm just glad you cleared up everything with them. It would be pretty bad if they went back mad at the future you, or thinking something damaging like that.” Deku said with a sigh. Finally you were back with no kids, at least it looked like you didn’t have kids.

“So this parenting shit is pretty hard!!” You said as two figures came from behind your legs. They blushed before pointing to Bakugou and then back at your dorm.

“Use your words.” Bakugou said, cocking an eyebrow at the flustered kids.

“Story, Papa.” Hiroyuki slurred out.

“I'm sorry for saying I hate you… I didn't mean it.” The young girl said softly

“You better be, that's a strong word. Now let's go to bed.” Bakugou said nonchalantly as he picked up both kids and walked back to your dorm. The kids remained with you two for about a week and half. You learned lots like you and Bakugou have twins on the way and still want at least one more. Hiroyuki loves Aizawa because he is able to keep his quirk under control around him and they both have an addiction to cats. Bakugou is indeed amazing at everything except anger management. When they left it was during one of your cuddle sessions and boy did you cry like a baby.

BONUS:

“It’s been almost 2 weeks, where could they be?? What if they’re…” You said into Bakugou's chest.

“They’re fine, okay? Our brats are tough so wherever they ended up in time doesn't matter they’ll kick anyone's ass.” Bakugou said, trying to console you. You didn't get a chance to respond before you dogs went crazy at the knock at the door. You yelled for however it was to come in and you thought your mind was playing tricks on you.

“Don't worry they are just drowsy.” Aizawa said with the two kids in his capture weapon trailing behind him. Bakugou was the first to move and was on his knees, in tears in seconds.

“You idiots! Never, ever do that again.” He said hugging him like his life depended on it.

#bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x y/n #bakugou imagine #bakugou fluff #bnha bakugou #bakugou x reader #mha imagines #mha bakugou #mha x reader #bnha bakugo katsuki #bnha x reader #domestic fluff #angst

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absolutepokemontrash · 3 years

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MC’s Half Demon and They Look Awfully Familiar Part 4

(The side characters strike again!)

Part 1 Part 2 Lessons 1-5 Part 2.5 Group Retreat Lessons 10-12 Part 3

L!MC= Lucifer’s kid | M!MC= Mammon’s kid | A!MC=Asmo’s kid

Let’s get right to it!

The Uncle That Hardcore Simps For His Spouse In the Most Wholesome Way (Diavolo)

Gasp! More half-demon kids? Oh my! Maybe if he tried again next year a kid of his own would pop down! Hang on- he hadn’t slept with a human in almost a century... dang. No kids for him...

...maybe...

Remember when I said Diavolo would try to do those stereotypical dad (tm) things and be hip with the kids? Yeah he keeps doing that.

The number of broken windows related to wayward baseballs goes up 150%. At least that’s how they all figured out that M!MC is nearsighted like their dad!

M!MC had developed a bit of a habit of telling Diavolo about cool human stuff and making the Crown Prince even more interested in the human world than normal.

You may be thinking “what’s so bad about that?” well, the number of yo-yos at RAD went up so high that Lucifer had to ban them.

Belphie and Satan, being the rebels they are, became yo-yo masters specifically to spite Lucifer.

It was sort of like the fidget spinners craze if you were in school for that.

Oh, hi Lord Diavolo. What’s a fidget spinner? It’s this- I should stop talking...

Since no one learned their lesson from the previous incident, Diavolo threw another BBQ.

“Why are we doing this again?” L!MC asked to no one in particular.

“Don’t worry, L!MC. I’ve taken every precaution possible to make sure that what happened last time doesn’t happen again.” Diavolo said and continued in his crusade to cover the entire pathway with sidewalk chalk doodles.

L!MC, Luke, Diavolo, M!MC, Belphie, and A!MC were all busily drawing a wide variety of doodles and drawings with chalk while the other guests milled around nearby. A!MC was in the middle of drawing quite the nice looking Cerberus chibi, while M!MC and Belphie were drawing a lot of stick figures. L!MC and Luke had just finished a wonderful drawing of... an alpaca? Giraffe? Thing...? Hell, even they didn’t know what it was.

Diavolo looked over at M!MC’s stick figure army with a big smile on his face. “So what are all of them doing? It looks like that one’s flying!”

You could practically hear the Addam’s Family theme play as M!MC and Belphie looked at each other and grinned.

“Oh Belphie was just talking about L!MC’s flying lesson fails and I felt that an artist’s rendition was needed.” M!MC explained, he began to point out certain doodles. “Here’s L!MC getting up off the ground, then there’s them actually flying, and this is them falling in the fountain.”

L!MC looked over at the chalk and glared at M!MC. “It’s generous to call that an artist’s rendition. It looks like crap.”

“And what did you draw?” Belphie smirked at the alpaca-giraffe-thing, Luke protectively covered up the drawing (side note, Luke was wearing white and playing with sidewalk chalk, by the end of the day he looked like a walking pride flag).

“None of your business!” Luke huffed.

“And what about that one?” Diavolo seemed completely oblivious to the hostility brewing between the two groups, A!MC was completely used to this and walked away to grab a drink.

“Ah, good eye, Lord Diavolo!” M!MC chirped. “This is a drawing of the time L!MC almost burned down your kitchen.”

Diavolo laughed and gave M!MC a few pats on the head. “Very accurate!”

“You’re so lucky I followed the rules and didn’t bring a water gun...” L!MC growled as they slowly reached for their backpack.

“Yeah... lucky. Real lucky...” M!MC nodded as they tried to casually reach for their bag, Belphie followed suit.

“I’m so glad we all followed the rules.” Luke smiled, his own hand inching towards his bag.

There was a brief moment of stillness before the four of them whipped out their water guns and pointed them at each other.

“This BBQ ain’t big enough for the both of us!” M!MC’s terrible cowboy impression aside, their gun was poised to shoot directly at Luke and L!MC’s alpaca-giraffe-thing.

“Everyone, I know this is a human world tradition but-”

Belphie silenced Diavolo by pointing his water gun at him. “Sh, don’t talk unless you have a water gun as well.”

Deciding not to smite Belphie for treason, Diavolo pulled his own water gun out of his shirt. “Okay, what now?”

“Now, we’re in a standoff...” L!MC glowered at M!MC, the air was practically crackling with hostility...

Until a burst of flames got everyone to whirl around to see A!MC with hairspray and a lighter.

“No water guns! I refuse to go home shivering and covered in grass again!”

Crisis averted. Everyone went to go fail at throwing beanbags into a hole instead of shooting each other.

That was probably for the best... Belphie filled everyone’s water guns with paint.

The Uncle That Does All the Cooking for Family Dinners (Barbatos)

Remember how I said that Barbs liked smol Lucifer? Yea, he likes smol Asmo too. Smol Asmo is willing to admit that they don’t know how to use an oven and is willing to learn.

M!MC is formally banned from being within 50 feet of the kitchen. It’s for the best.

A!MC often tries to get Barbatos to look into the possible futures so they can see if they can avoid messing anything up and A!MC is just so adorable that Barbatos actually thinks about it.

He still says no every single time.

“Could you at least tell me if I have the possibility of doing something embarrassing in the near future?”

“My apologies, A!MC, but no.”

“P-please?”

“The answer remains the same.”

A!MC sighed and went back to helping chop vegetables. Under Barbatos’ tutelage, A!MC’s cooking ability had increased tenfold, they could now make as many burgers as they wanted without worrying about burning down the kitchen.

Pitying the anxious half-demon, Barbatos sighed. “I cannot confirm nor deny a future where your outfit gets ruined.”

A!MC perked up. “H-huh?”

“I cannot confirm nor deny a future where your outfit gets ruined.”

Quickly understanding what Barbatos was trying to do, A!MC quickly nodded and spent the rest of the cooking time carefully taking note of their surroundings.

“Hey! What’re you guys doin’?” M!MC had managed to get in... damn! Everyone must have been putting their best efforts in keeping Solomon away from the kitchen and forgot about M!MC...

“We’re just finishing up, M!MC,” Barbatos had on his ‘oh no...’ smile. “We don’t need any help.”

“Really? You guys sure?”

“Why are you so interested?” A!MC asked.

“Lucifer said that idle hands are the devil’s playthings and that I should go look for something productive to do.” M!MC huffed. “Very ironic phrase.”

“F-fine, I guess you can...” A!MC searched for the least destructive task they could give. “Take the utensils and set the table.”

M!MC gave them a mock salute and grabbed the utensils, as they turned to leave, they knocked a large bowl of chopped fruit over, sending the fruit pieces flying.

Remembering Barbatos’ prediction, A!MC didn’t bother to try and stop the fruit from falling, they only grabbed the nearest big plate they could find and shielded their outfit from harm. The fruit splattered harmlessly against the shield.

“Whoops... my bad. You alright, A!MC?” M!MC asked as A!MC inspected their outfit.

“Y-yes actually...” A!MC turned to Barbatos, who was already getting the cleaning supplies.

“Thank you!” A!MC whispered.

Barbatos smiled and nodded. “You’re very welcome, A!MC.”

Barbatos now has two sorta-children. A!MC and Luke!

M!MC means well, I swear! He just shouldn’t be allowed in a cooking environment!

The Cousin That Your Mom Points at and Goes “Look at Him, He Helps With the Dishes, Be More Like Him.” (Simeon)

Oh man... time for some more embarrassing stories.

“Asmo was the most adorable child, it’s a shame he was such a troublemaker...”

“Really? My dad?”

“What about mine?”

“I think you can guess.”

I cannot comment on Simeon’s help with flying lessons because I refuse to Headcanon what Simeon’s wings look like until canon gives us a GLIMMER. LIKE SERIOUSLY SOLMARE IM CURIOUS-

I have a feeling the children were quite curious as well.

“What do you think his wings look like?” M!MC asked A!MC as the two peered around the corner of one of the hallways in Purgatory Hall.

“I bet they’re super nice. But besides that...” A!MC leaned over and squinted. “Why is Simeon writing with a pen and pencil? He’s writing a book... shouldn’t he use a computer?”

“Bold of you to assume he knows how to use a computer.” M!MC snickered.

A!MC frowned. “Don’t be mean... I’m sure he knows how...”

Simeon picked up his DDD and took a picture of his face, seemingly by accident, with the flash on, causing him to drop the phone in surprise.

“Probably...”

The two surveyed their angel friend like two wildlife documenters, here we see, the Simeon, not in his natural habitat, surrounded by confusing technology...

“Do you think if we scare him his wings might pop out in surprise?” M!MC wondered aloud, A!MC shrugged.

“Maybe... but I don’t think we should bother him...” A!MC whispered. “He looks busy.”

“What are you two doing?”

It took literally every bit of willpower for the two half demons to not scream in absolute terror at the sudden interruption.

Ah... it was just Solomon... in an apron... Solomon... in cooking clothes...

Oh no.

“Spying on Simeon?” Solomon asked.

“N-no...” A!MC giggled nervously. “Just crouching casually in this hallway...”

“...smooth, A!MC.” M!MC rolled their eyes.

“Well, it’s great that you two are here, I made lunch!”

A!MC and M!MC looked at each other in pure horror, they needed to get out of there!

“Uh- um... we’d love to but...” M!MC looked around frantically before just pointing at a random spot behind Solomon. “LOOK! A DISTRACTION!”

A!MC and M!MC ran out of there as fast as their legs could carry them. Finding out if Simeon had wings was not worth being poisoned. Not at all...

Good ol’ Simeon... Mr. Cristopher Peugeot on the other hand- M!MC had some questions for him.

“TSL is literally the most popular book series ever, does that mean you’re completely loaded?”

“Oh, no I’m not, I don’t have any use for human world money in the Celestial Realm. All the profits go to charity.”

“...Dude really?”

“That’s nice of you, Simeon!”

“You didn’t keep any of it..?”

Wait... Who the Hell Are You..? (Solomon)

So A!MC basically has three dads; Fabulous-dad, butler-dad, and wizard-dad!

“So you just... have capes lying around?”

“Yes, would you like a cape?”

“Okay if they don’t take the cape I want it.”

Solomon shows up to RAD with his nails painted different wacky styles every week, courtesy of A!MC.

Though- the unholy combination that is M!MC and Solomon is feared by all.

“Road work ahead?”

“Uh, yeah I sure hope it does.”

Solomon and M!MC’s rampant quoting of vines elicited another glare from Lucifer.

Despite Solomon having literally been alive since the seven rulers of hell were angels, he had kept up with pop culture fairly decently. Decently enough that M!MC had someone that wasn’t Levi to bounce memes off.

“Pff...” M!MC suppressed a laugh at a seemingly normal water bottle advertisement. “Enslaved moisture.”

“I’m not going crazy, right Simeon? You’re hearing this too?” Lucifer tiredly turned to the angel, who shook his head.

“This is just the tip of the iceberg. Solomon quacked at M!MC earlier and they lost their minds laughing about it.” Simeon shrugged, unbothered by the sorcerer and the half demon’s rampant meme-ing behind them.

Lucifer on the other hand, was quite bothered. Incredibly bothered, if you will. “If you two don’t shut up right now I’m going to-”

“Quick! We must abscond!” Solomon turned and heelied away, followed by M!MC. The shoes that Mammon bought to replace the ones lost during the casino incident were apparently heelies as well...

The day was saved when a rock jammed one of Solomon’s wheels and he slammed face first into the concrete. Yikes... that had to hurt.

A!MC had fun glow in the dark bandaids for Solomon to patch up his face. Even though he he could heal himself with magic, he let A!MC do what they wanted because they were just too adorable to say no to.

Asmo has pictures

The Cousin Squad (tm)

(Luke, L!MC, A!MC, and M!MC)

Ah yes, the bab squad. The most adorable group in the Devildom. Surrender your candy immediately or face destruction.

M!MC teases the crap out of Luke, and A!MC tries to stop it, but L!MC is the one who manages to actually make M!MC stop.

Only L!MC gets to pick on the smol angel. GOT IT?!

A!MC and Luke are already baking buddies because of butler-dad so they get along swimmingly.

Poor Luke’s the victim of many of M!MC’s shenanigans.

Luke: Are you sure this is safe, M!MC?

M!MC (about to put mentos into the bottle of coke Luke is holding): No.

L!MC and A!MC get along really well, being honest, everyone loves A!MC.

A!MC makes sure L!MC gets some sleep because they don’t want their cousin picking up on Lucifer’s habit of living off of coffee and coffee alone. L!MC doesn’t get it but they’re very grateful anyway.

M!MC and A!MC were friends from the start. Well... M!MC decided they were friends right from the start and A!MC did not have the ability to fight the power of friendship.

M!MC: You are being befriended. Please do not resist.

Since M!MC is great and amazing like their pop, they took it upon themselves to be the friend that speaks up when A!MC is too nervous to do so.

M!MC and L!MC? Lucifer and Mammon 2 electric boogaloo. Sorta.

L!MC and M!MC bicker all the time but the babs bounce back from their fights way easier.

One minute they’re at each other’s throats and the next they’re showing each other memes.

“There’s no escaping this.”

Lucifer stood between M!MC and the door... their one way ticket to freedom...

“You need to go to the dentist.”

The entire HOL plus the Purgatory Hall crew were getting ready to go visit the dentist to get their teeth cleaned. It was the time of the year that Mammon dreaded most... and his child felt the same way.

“My teeth are fine! Lemme stay home! I’ll hold down the fort with dad!” M!MC smiled and nodded as enthusiastically as they could, but even the most unobservant person couldn’t miss the sweat beading on their forehead.

“Beel.” Lucifer snapped his fingers and before M!MC could do anything Beel had thrown them over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“Don’t worry M!MC, the dentist isn’t that scary.” Beel tried to assure them. By the way M!MC was still kicking and screaming, they were not convinced.

“Y-yeah kiddo, suck it up! Don’t be a baby! I’m just gonna take my car there-”

“MAAAAAAMOOOON?!”

“YIKES!”

Lucifer had the important task of keeping a hold of Mammon as the very large group made their way to the dentist’s office.

A devious little idea popped into L!MC’s head as they all sat down in the waiting room. They began to hum a familiar little tune.

“She said be a deeeentiiiist~ a dentist!” L!MC sang to M!MC, who’s attempts to escape increased tenfold after hearing the song.

A!MC began to hum along, not seeming to notice the commotion going on next to them.

“Son be a deeentiiiiiist~ people will pay you for causing them PAIN! She said be a deeentiiiiiist~”

Belphie perked up and smiled deviously as he realized what L!MC was doing, he began to sing along as well. The three were a veritable choir of terror to poor M!MC. Mammon did not understand his child’s terror and was more unnerved by what a great team Belphie and L!MC made.

Satan rolled his eyes and tried to focus on his book, Asmo was absorbed in his magazine, Levi was having a very in depth conversation with the fish in the aquarium, Simeon and Solomon chatted about school, and Luke was stuck watching the train wreck go down.

Thankfully, it was halted by Lucifer. “L!MC, A!MC, Belphegor, stop tormenting M!MC with show tunes.”

“You would have made a good dentist in another life, Lucifer,” Belphie cooed. “You know what they say, the only difference between a dentist and a sadist is that one has newer magazines.”

Asmo grimaced at his magazine. “Is it the sadist? Because I’m reading a magazine from 1843...”

The conversation was interrupted by one of the dental hygienists coming into the waiting room and saying that Mammon was up first. The Avatar of Greed’s final escape attempt was foiled by Satan (not even looking up from his book) clotheslining him.

Thirty minutes later, Mammon emerged from the forbidden dentist room, with the look of trauma in his eyes and eating a lollipop.

One by one, the group went in, A!MC took it upon themselves to try and make the rapidly panicking Luke feel better.

“It won’t be too scary, in the human world dentists are usually very nice.” A!MC smiled encouragingly.

“I-I’m sure that’s true but...” Luke looked around. “We aren’t in the human world...”

Asmo skipped back in and flashed a blinding grin to the group. “Absolutely perfect, no flaws! It’s your turn, A!MC!”

“If you die I get to say I told ya so!” M!MC shouted as A!MC walked into the dentist’s room.

They did not in fact, die because of the dentist. A!MC walked out and gave a thumbs up. “The dentist said they had never seen a kid with such perfect teeth.”

“That’s my baby!” Asmo chirped.

“M!MC, you’re up.” A!MC and Beel had to practically drag the poor kid out of the room and into the dentist area of doom.

“GO BE A DEEEEEENTIIIIIIST!” Belphie and L!MC shouted one last time as the doors shut. Wow, what dickheads...

Mammon probably would have tried to save his poor little bugger, but he was in the middle an impromptu therapy session with Simeon over the scary scraping dentist knife thingie.

Beel was the last to go, and he walked out of the dentist’s room with his face covered in blood, the dentist walked out after him, missing a hand.

“You tasted like toothpaste.” Beel sighed. “Not good.”

“Don’t worry,” The dentist said to Luke, who looked like he was about to pass out. “My hand will grow back in about four to five minutes.”

Luke, still terrified, nodded. L!MC patted him on the shoulder.

“Anyway, almost all of you are fine, but I have to recommend M!MC to the orthodontist.” The dentist flipped through their notepad one-handed. “Their secondary set of fangs are coming out crooked and need to be corrected with braces immediately.”

M!MC sat calmly for a moment, then attempted to sprint out the door. “NO NO NO NO NO!” One of the dental hygienists grabbed them by the back of their shirt and halted their escape.

“Sucks to be you.” L!MC smirked.

“And L!MC needs to fix their cross bite, braces are a strong possibility.”

The colour drained from L!MC’s face as the news dawned upon them. “Pardon, but what exactly are you talking about..?”

“Your top jaw and bottom jaw aren’t properly lined up.” The dentist explained. “It will lead to problems later if it’s not fixed now.”

Lucifer rubbed his temples and sighed. “L!MC, if you try and run away I swear...”

L!MC stiffened and shook their head. “I’m not some coward, I’m not running away. Just... what exactly are you going to do to my mouth?”

The dentist pulled up a few pictures of the braces and explained what would be done. L!MC nodded, and turned to their father with a big smile on their face.

“It won’t be so bad, mind if I go to the bathroom before I get the mold for my teeth made?”

Lucifer nodded and almost audibly sighed in relief. He basked in the glory of having a child that wasn’t afraid of the dentist and faced their fears like an adult-

L!MC sprinted past the dentist’s office, they had busted out of the bathroom window.

“...Beel.”

“Yep.”

A few minutes later, Beel returned with a completely irate L!MC who was screaming their demands to be put down and be allowed to run for the hills. Taking advantage of the distraction, M!MC ran for the door again, only for Belphie to tap them on the forehead.

M!MC collapsed into a snoring heap on the floor.

“FATHER! DON’T MAKE ME DO THIS!” L!MC practically screamed as they tried to wrestle themselves out of Beel’s bear hug.

Lucifer rolled his eyes. “L!MC, calm yourself down. It’s just braces.”

“AS EVERYONE HERE AS MY WITNESSES I’LL NEVER FORGIVE YOU FOR THIS! NEVER!”

The half-demons in need of braces were dragged right back into the dentist’s area... poor fools.

“They’ll be okay... right?” Luke asked.

“Of course they will be. It’s just braces.” Simeon patted Luke on the head. “They’ll both be fine.”

The scream that came from down the hall right after Simeon said that did not reassure anyone.

“Hey,” Mammon piped up. “How much do braces cost?”

“From what I know about dental procedures,” Satan rubbed his chin. “A few thousand Grimm.”

“Mammon if you try and run for that door I will cut your credit card into a thousand pieces.” Lucifer growled.

Overall, it was a fairly average trip to the dentist. 0/10 would not recommend. A few weeks later L!MC and M!MC were fitted with their mouth prisons- I mean braces, and the two cousins bonded over their horrific mouth pain...

Seriously- braces suck.

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So! Those are the headcanons! Four and a half whole parts... phew... To all the people who enjoyed this series, thank you so so much for reading! You guys have been so super nice!

Fret not, I plan on writing more for this universe! From what I know about season 2 of Obey Me things will get... interesting. Stay tuned for more! Or don’t, I can’t force you.

...or can I?

#Obey me #Obey me!#Obey me Headcanons #obey me shall we date #obey me! headcanons #obey me! shall we date?#Obey me Lucifer #Obey me Diavolo #Obey me Simeon #Obey me Solomon #Obey me Mammon #Obey me MC #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #Obey me Luke #Obey me Barbatos #Obey me Asmodeus #Obey me Fic #Lucifer’s Kid

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raymusterio · 3 years

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~Spiderman: No Way Home Spoilers~

Ok so hear me out...

At the end of the movie, they all get sent back to their own universes except Eddie and Venom, who get sent to Andrew's Peter Parker Universe for reasons and because that is just their luck and I can imagine it now.

Eddie/Venom: no nO NO NO! GODDAMNIT We're in the WRONG Universe AGAIN! Fuck.

So they make their way to New York City cause guess what? There's a Spiderman in this universe too and the slightest possibility that this spiderman might know how to get them back home which is, unbeknownst to them, exactly one universe over.

They finally reach NYC and are just casually walking around until Venom spots Spiderman web slinging down the street.

Venom: That's the guy, Eddie, that's the guy we need!

Then goes full suit up and takes off after him. After a few minutes of trying to find Spiderman, they spot him on a rooftop and drop down next to him.

Venom: SPIDEY!! We found you!

Peter: AHH shit SHIT!! What the hell are you??

Cue ten minutes of Venom chasing Spiderman trying to convince him he's not attacking but instead needs help, meanwhile all Peter sees is this huge, humanoid black goo monster coming at him and he is very much in panic mode. The chase stops when Eddie takes over.

Eddie: wait wait wait please, we need you're help. We're not trying to hurt you.

Peter: What?! Why didn't you say that earlier instead of chasing me around Manhattan? I though you were trying to eat me, man.

Venom: Spiderman good guy, no eating Spiderman. Right, Eddie?

Eddie: yeah big guy, no eating Spiderman

Peter: Thats... gratifying. Do you.. um... ya know.. actually eat people?

At that moment they're interrupted by the news helicopter that followed them half the chase and hightail it out of there but it's too late. The camer caught Venom going back into Eddie and a lot of evil, powerful people want the power this strange person has and are willing to pay top dollar to have it. One such person decides to hire a well known but extremely dangerous mercenary by the name of Deadpool, because I firmly believe that Andrew's Peter Parker universe is also Deadpools universe.

Deadpool tracks them down and its a huge fight scene, lots a CGI, shit getting decimated, the usual MCU fights. About four hours later, they're all very fatigued and fighting sloppily. At one point Spiderman and Deadpool are are just slapping at eachothers hands in an effort to push the other. The fight ends when Deadpool loses the slap match and falls onto Eddie who has already given up and is just laying on the ground, Peter follows suit. They don't get back up.

Deadpool: Well fellas, that was pretty fun but I am staaaarving. I could go for a big juicy burger right about now, how bout you guys?

Eddie/Venom: If you're buying then sure

Peter: Weren't you just trying to kill us? For like, four hours? FOUR HOURS! And now you want to go get burgers?

Deadpool: That about sums it up, yes.

Flash forward to the three of them sitting in a booth in some random diner, Deadpool and Peter staring incredulously as Eddie proceeds to order 6 burgers, 3 fries, and 2 milkshakes.

Peter: Are you really going to eat all of that?

Eddie: Yeah I'm uh.. eating for two

Deadpool: Le Gasp! You're pregnant?!

After a meal that consisted of banter, a mini food fight, and watching Eddie devour everything he had ordered, Deadpool leans back in the booth and puts his arm behind his head.

Deadpool: Ya know what? I like you guys. I've decided I'm not going to kill or kidnap you.

Eddie: Gee thanks.

Peter: Kidnap?

Deadpool lays out that he was hired to capture Venom and kill Spiderman, explains who hired him, why, and how much he was being payed. He then offers them a chance for a "little" revenge and to send a message that no one can touch Venom. Basically they go fuck up some rich, powerful, evil scientist. Deadpool steals all his money, Eddie sees and takes some too. They don't say anything to Peter.

Boom. Movie ends.

Marvel please hire me

#spiderman no way home #spiderman spoilers #kinda #andrew garfields Spiderman #the amazing spider man #peter parker #venom #eddie brock #deadpool #wade wilson

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joheun-saram · 4 years

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“Is your refrigerator running?” (jjk)

Summary- Who knew the annoying prank calls you were receiving would become the favourite part of your day.

word count- 4.2k

pairing- fratboy!Jungkook x Reader

rating- PG-13

genre- fluff, collegeau

warnings- none! just stupid jokes.

a.n- Part of my drabbles for @btsholidaybingo, ticking off the Prank Calls tile! I’ll be posting these every week or so as I get them done. Check out the other drabbles here :)

s/o to the beautiful @heyitsmeee2 for beta reading and helping me fix the ending! 💕

As always feedback appreciated. Send me an ask! 💌

“So how’s your new boyfriend?” Namjoon asked you as you chewed on your fries, almost choking at his insinuition. He laughs at you as he takes a sip of his milkshake, slurping obnoxiously, his eyes widening as he concentrates on the flavour.

“Stop! He’s just a random guy with too much time on his hands! I don’t even know his name! Although...” You stared at your burger, trying to forget what your roommate was alluding to. Two months ago you had started getting phone calls from a stranger. It wasn't something from a horror movie, don't worry. It was harmless. He would call you at random times in the day to ask you silly questions. You don’t know how he even got your number but there was something about his easy going nature and lame jokes that made you want to continue talking to him. Namjoon suspected it was a byproduct of your loneliness, but it was comforting hearing his voice to break through your mundane day to day.

"Hi, is this Y/N?" A deep voice spoke as you picked up the call from an unknown number.

"Yes this is she. Who is this?" You asked as you sat up straighter, your attention diverting from the paper you were writing. You had applied to eight jobs for after graduation and you were sure this was a call for an interview, even though it was 10 pm. Your eyes lit up as you hoped this was the big consulting firm you were waiting to hear from.

"I have a very important question that I was hoping you could help me with."

"Um.. sure go ahead." You fiddled with your pen, scribbling random shapes on your notebook, feeling somewhat nervous. Is this how employers usually talked? Did they do this to build anticipation?

"Is your refrigerator running?"

"I'm sorry what?"

"Is your refrigerator running?"

"Are you calling on behalf of the landlord?" Your voice was flat with disappointment. Surely, this was not an important question. Oh how you wished it was an interview call. You sighed.

"Please answer my question."

"Yes. It's running."

"Then you better go catch it, shouldn't you?"

And with that he hung up and you were baffled. Which decade was this dude from? Who does these lame prank calls anyway and more importantly why does your caller ID not show who it is? Thinking nothing of it, you go about finishing your assignment, albeit slightly aggravated. However, the calls continue. Everyday this stranger would call you with questions, sometimes with a silly punchline but oftentimes even sillier riddles.

"Okay, dude seriously. This is getting annoying." You huffed after a week and a half of receiving calls from the same deep voiced stranger, although you’d be lying if you said his little laugh after he told his jokes was not endearing.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to annoy you." He seemed hurt and you couldn’t fathom why he would be hurt over a comment a stranger made over his prank calls. In fact, you were sure this was some hobby of his and he had a rotation of strangers to bother.

"Can you at least tell me your name?" You don’t know why you were indulging him, but you had to give him props for constantly calling you. It was kind of becoming part of your daily routine.

"Dixie. My name's Dixie." You could hear the mirth in his tone.

"Dixie? Oh I thought you were a dude, my bad."

"I can be a dude and still have Dixie as my name. Jeez, are you a bigot?" He scolded.

"Sorry, sorry! I didn't mean it that way, Dixie."

"That's Dixie Normus to you." He laughed at his joke, every syllable of his laugh separated as if he was a cartoon character.

"Oh my god. You're the worst!" Regardless of your words, you were laughing. Laughing hard enough to have the banana milk you were drinking to snort out of your nose, making you cough. For a moment, you were glad this stranger wasn't in the room.

"Sorry! Are you okay?" You could hear the humour in his words, shading them in anything but an apology.

And so it went, your mysterious caller, who refused to go by anything other than Dixie turned into a somewhat friend, if you can even call someone who you know no personal details about your friend. After a month the phone calls had turned from cringe worthy puns to actual conversations about your day. You had started to look forward to the unknown flashing on your screen, and sharing the mundane details of your day with Dixie.

In two months you learned a lot more about Dixie. He went to your university, he was an avid gamer, he majored in computer science, and apparently it was now part of his daily routine to call you whenever he was cooling down from his workout on the treadmill - explaining the creepy breathlessness of his voice and beeps in the background. Sometimes you had half a mind to go to the university gym during your calls and see your mysterious friend, but somehow you never found the courage. It was nice not knowing what Dixie looked like, not judging someone by their looks but just by the content of their words. There was no room for disappointment.

It also oddly comforted you that you would never meet him and during your nightly conversations you would end up sharing thoughts that you’d be too uncomfortable sharing with even your best friends. Thoughts about the uncertainty you had over graduating soon, thoughts about being sad over failed relationships, even thoughts about your random existential crisis that would plague you mid week. Dixie was empathetic and had a knack for comforting you with small jokes and his own struggles. You would never admit it to Namjoon, but Dixie was slowly becoming your closest friend, even surpassing him to a certain extent.

"You're insane you know that?" Namjoon chided as you talked about Dixie and how you considered him a friend now. Even though Namjoon was your best friend since first grade, he sometimes didn't understand why you romanticised daily events so much. He never understood why you kept giving Dixie the benefit of the doubt, why you kept picking up his phone calls even when you knew it was going to be a lame joke or two.

"I'm not insane Joon! Haven't you heard of pen pals? This is the same thing but with voice."

"Nah. I think it's your crippling loneliness. Which is why we're going to Jin's frat party tonight." Namjoon was not having any of your excuses. So what if your last relationship was a year ago. You and Yoongi were great together. He was the perfect boyfriend and after he went to LA to pursue his music career, you told him you'd wait. Turns out he wasn't on the same page as you since six months after moving, he called you to break things off. He was right though, it would have been stupid to wait for him when neither of you knew when and even if he was ever coming back. It was unfair to the both of you to keep dragging this thing along. But even if Yoongi hadn't been around the last year and a half, you just couldn't see yourself with anyone else. You still missed talking to him every night and sharing your day, laughing at stupid videos together or just listening to him playing the piano through the static line of your phone. Maybe Namjoon was right. Maybe you were lonely and the only reason you were so attached to Dixie was because of the way his phone calls had replaced Yoongi's and how you no longer waited at the end of your day staring at your phone waiting for your ex's call but instead you received real actual calls from your voice pen pal.

You sighed agreeing with Namjoon and went home, not exactly looking forward to the party and missing Dixie’s call.

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Jin's frat was notorious for the wildest parties on campus. It was always a cacophony of drunk students and a pit of hedonism. When Namjoon and you arrived, the party was in full swing and you thanked your best friend for having the foresight of pre-drinking. The bottle of grapefruit soju you had emptied earlier at your shared apartment ensured that you were not put off by the plethora of drunk guys trying to hit on you microseconds after you entered.

Looking for Jin and let's be honest, a little gin as well, you and Namjoon made your way to the kitchen, to be greeted by your tall friend doing a keg stand. Beer dripped down his chin as his fraternity brothers held him up, his feet almost touching the ceiling. As you poured yourself a gin and tonic, Jin climbed down from the keg to a chorus of applause. Much to your chagrin, he walked over, draping his arms around your shoulders and plastering your back with his beer soaked chest.

"Ew get off me you vermin!" You squealed, shivering in the gross feeling, your backless top doing nothing to shield you from your friend’s shirt as he refused to budge.

"Vermin? VERMIN?! I invite you to my house, give you free drinks, and an array of decent dicks to pick from and I'm the vermin?" Jin finally detaches, giving you a scowl as he leans against the kitchen island, pouring himself what you gather is his tenth drink of the night.

"Jin all of these guys are as gross as you. And I've told you I don't need to get laid!"

"Sure tell that to your vibrator working overtime."

"How did you even - " you sputered, eyes wide with disbelief.

"Namjoon, obviously. And before you kill him, there are no secrets between friends and part-time lovers." He winked, making you roll your eyes. Namjoon and Jin had been on and off since the beginning of freshmen year, neither the type for commitment but to your dismay loved to tell you all about their rollercoaster of a relationship. You swear you could write a thesis on dysfunctional relationships using theirs as a case study.

"Ew. Please stop. I don't need to know about you and Joon getting it on."

"Well then let me introduce you to someone so you can get it on." He wiggled his eyebrows puckering his lips to annoy you.

"I know all your brothers Jin and no thank you." You lightly slapped his lips making him groan as he grabbed your wrist continuing his tirade. You’d be lying if you said his frat brothers had never caught your eye - they were famous for their astoundingly good looks, in fact there even seemed to be an instagram page dedicated to people randomly spotting them on campus (@betatauinthewild). However, their good looks did not make up for the fact that they were a bunch of loud fuckboys. You loved Jin and Namjoon and would literally stab anyone who said anything against them but you had to agree that they were the biggest players of the group, finding a new person to bed almost every weekend. That is, unless they were with each other - case and point their dysfunctional relationship.

"Well we have a new brother and he's my little brother. He's a sophomore, he just joined, and he's your type. The whole quiet but nice guy type." Jin continued, ignoring you in typical fashion.

"I don't have a type."

"Please! As if Yoongi wasn’t a cookie cutter tsundere. Come on let me introduce you to him!" He grabbed your shoulder and pleaded, pouting and widening his eyes in the most adorable puppy dog face you had seen him pull.

"Can we not talk about Yoongi please." You sighed. You finished your drink and proceeded to pour another one.

"Yes! Let's talk about JK!"

"Jin... come on. Let's just drink okay?"

"Fine but I'm telling you, you'll get along. He's a great guy."

An hour into the party, you had lost both Jin and Namjoon and were getting tired of Jin’s exceedingly drunk frat brothers trying their pick up lines of the day on you. Your head was hurting from the noise of the party and you were sure if you saw another couple subtly trying to test their exhibitionism kink you were going to puke. So as it was typical for whenever you went to these parties, you started to make your way to Jin’s room. Jin may be loud and obnoxious and being lusted after by pretty much the entire campus, but he was reliable for one thing: he never fucked where he slept. And so his room became a sort of sanctuary for you when these parties would get too much.

You made your way up the stairs almost tripping over two guys who had decided that making out horizontally on the stairs was a good idea - you did not envy how busted their backs would be tomorrow. Punching in the code you walked in to find that there was already someone there, reclined on the bed with his arms behind his head, earphones in, humming gently as he stared at the ceiling. You had never seen him before, but boy did you wish you did. His dark hair was splayed over the pillows, a smile ghosting his full lips. He was dressed in all black, much like you but unlike your lace bodysuit and skinny jeans, he was wearing a boxy back t shirt with ripped jeans, his feet in those questionable toe socks. And he was buff, even though his body was mostly covered you could make out the muscle in his arms, one of which had intricate tattoos etched on to. You’re unaware how long you stared at this stranger, but suddenly he turns his face looking at you. Seeing you there he immediately jumps up, pulling his earphones out, startling you in turn.

“I- I’m sorry. Y-you can’t be h-here,” he stutters out, a soft blush rising up his cheeks as he nervously pulls at his ear.

“I should be saying that to you. Why are you in Jin’s room?” You shut the door, leaning on it, feeling oddly territorial.

“I- Hyung needed my room.” You found the stuttering boy in front of you endearing. Something about how he bashfully stared at anything but you while speaking made you want to hug him.

“Oh my god! You let him into your room? Drunk during a party?” You almost scream, but lower your voice seeing the alarm on his face. Walking over, you sat next to him, a few feet away so as not to make him uncomfortable. “Do you like doing laundry or something?” you joked.

Hearing your question the boy perks up, looking at you with a bright smile that made your heart skip a beat. “I do actually! How did you know?” he asks excitedly. You almost felt bad bursting his bubble.

“I didn’t… It’s just - you know Jin’s probably having sex in there right?” You look at the abject horror on his face in sympathy, so you try to change the subject. “Nevermind. Why are you hiding in here?”

“I’m not hiding. I just got bored. Everyone there just wants to hook up or get blackout drunk.”

“You do realise which frat you’re part of right?”

“I know,” he chuckles, seemingly more relaxed as he lays down on the bed, his feet still on the floor. “I honestly didn’t even wanna join but I’m a legacy so my dad really wanted me to be a part of it, Beta Tau pride and all.”

“Not to be a bitch, but dude you sound like a protagonist of a shitty college romcom,” you laugh looking down at him as he smiles, crossing your legs on the bed as you turn towards him, forcing yourself to ignore how cute he looks from this angle.

“You think you’re being a bitch, but that's a great compliment. I wish my life was a romcom. It’d be so easy…”

“Okay, emo. What’s wrong?”

“You’re going to think it’s dumb.”

“Hey I don’t even know your name! What have you got to lose?”

“Fine. There’s this girl I like and we always call each other… Well I call her.... at this time, but she didn’t pick up. So yes I’m emo, and yes I wish I was in a romcom so I’d go downstairs and randomly run into her.” He looks at you with a sad smile, shrugging slightly, and you feel yourself deflate. Not that you were interested in him or anything. You were sure it was just the alcohol in your system making you feel extra empathetic. Yup that’s it.

“Hey, that’s not stupid,” you say gently. “What if she’s down there did you check?”

“Well… I don’t actually know what she looks like… So, no…”

“Oh then maybe you should call her again! What if she was busy?”

“I don’t wanna be pushy, you know? I’m not even sure she thinks of me the same-”

“YO DIXIE! You in there?” A loud knock booms through the room accompanied by a deep voice. The attractive stranger next to you rolls his eyes before standing up, and at hearing his nickname you feel your heart kickstart, racing as you blink in disbelief. It can’t be…

“Dixie?” you stutter out.

“What’s up dude?” He opens the doors talking to Taehyung, one of the other Beta Tau brothers, as they start talking about something. You can barely hear their conversation, your brain full of scenarios and questions, your face crimson. You never thought you’d meet Dixie in real life. Do you tell him? Do you just run away? Why did he have to be so hot?!

Taehyung notices you on the bed for the first time and in typical fashion starts hollering and high-fiving Dixie. “Damn dude! The president’s best friend! Good for you!” He snickered as Dixie looked at him with his mouth agape, before turning to you. “Ay Y/N. Treat our boy JK well okay? He’s too nice for you!”

“Fuck off hyung!” JK, apparently that’s his name, shoves Taehyung as he grins widely before wiggling his eyebrows suggestively and shutting the door, seemingly getting all that he came for.

“You’re Dixie…?” You stare up at him, standing up as you try to control the overwhelming urge to wrap your hands around him. Fuck, maybe Joon was right you did have a crush on your voice pen pal.

“I- Y/N?” He looks at you, mirroring your wide eyes. “The same Y/N I’ve been talking to?”

“Call me,” you almost whisper.

“What?”

“Call me so I know it’s real.” You move closer holding your phone up as he pulls his out of his pocket to dial your number. Your phone rings, displaying a set of numbers instead of unknown for the first time, and the two of you just stare at the vibrating device in your hand. It seems like time stood still, the air thick with tension as your shitty ringtone bounces off the walls. That is until you start laughing. Not giggling, full on laughing, holding your stomach as tears spill down your face, as JK looks at you in alarm, his arms hovering near you as you double over.

“Holy shit! You are the protagonist of a romcom!” You finally wheeze out as you hold his arm for support, while he looks at you with a frown. You’re unsure why this was your reaction, but you recover quickly to start your interrogation.

“So what’s your name Dixie or JK?”

“Jungkook, actually. Dixie’s my gamertag and JK is just what Jin hyung calls me.”

“How did you get my number?”

“Umm… I might have stolen it from hyung’s phone…”

“Why?”

“Because he prank called my friends first.” He spoke with a pout, and you swear your heart forgot to function.

“Why keep calling?”

“Really Y/N? You’re gonna interrogate me?” He raised an eyebrow at you.

“Keep talking Dixie!” You chuckled as his shy demeanor gave way to the Dixie, well the Jungkook, you knew. It was weird how fast the earlier awkwardness dissipated into comfort.

“What? I thought you sounded pretty! Sue me!” He shrugged, leaning back against the door, his hands in his pocket. Your eyes followed the movement, momentarily distracted by how his forearms flexed. Clearing your throat, you continued as he smirked, not missing the way your eyes seemed to be roaming his body.

“You said you were trying to call the girl you like. So you like me?” You try to sound as matter of fact as you could, but your voice wavered slightly at the last part as you made the mistake of looking at his face. He tilted his head, causing his hair to fall into his eyes that were boring holes into you, his smirk getting larger. Oh how you wished he turned back into the boy talking about how much he liked laundry.

“I thought it was obvious. I call you every night.” He stood straight, taking a step towards you causing heat to creep up your face at his sudden confidence. You don’t respond as he moves closer, causing his steps to falter. “Do you like me?” he asks, his voice a little smaller. You’re getting whiplash from the changes in his tone, but his question makes you feel warm. You haven’t felt this way in a long time, there’s butterflies in your stomach, your hands feel clammy, and you’re sure you can feel the heat off his body, so aware of where he stands merely inches away from you.

“I think so…” you move closer and he raises his hand as if to hold your hip but stops, hovering just centimeters away as looks at you, his gaze smouldering.

“What’ll make you sure of it?” he asks in a whisper, and before you can even comprehend the question, you are leaning up on your toes to press a light kiss against his lips. His lips are slightly chapped and you’re sure he can feel your heartbeat through them. Your skin tingles where he brings his hand on your hip, gently holding you. He doesn’t push you further, just leans his forehead on yours when you separate to whisper quietly, “This.”

“And?” His nose brushes against yours as you place your hand on his chest, his pounding heart mimicking yours. He slowly rubs his hands on your hips where they lay, and it’s like your skin is electrified.

“I’m sure,” you say as he crashes his lips on yours, pulling you closer as your arms snake around his neck. His reaction is much stronger this time as he moves his lips against yours feverently. He pulls you flush against him, your body molding against his hard muscles. His hands grip at your hips as he licks lightly at your lip, groaning as they part. It seems like he can’t decide what to do with his hands, roaming them over your sides, relishing the little moan you make as one of them cups your ass. His earlier shyness disappears, and who are you to resist him, as your hands in his hair pull him closer. It’s like everything finally makes sense, why you could never ignore his calls, why your heart raced whenever you heard him call your name through the static of your speaker. You had spent this whole time convincing yourself that he was just a stranger you could vent to when it was clear to you now that you were falling for him.

He whispers your name as you break apart, but his mouth continues down your jaw to your neck, kissing and sucking at the skin. His teeth drag across your collarbone, and you whimper at the way he soothes it with his tongue as you press your body even closer into his.

“Hey Y/N! Joon’s looking for you!”

The two of you break apart at the interruption, chest heaving and faces flushed. Looking up at Jungkook, you smile as he looks away shyly, his lip caught between his teeth, before turning to your best friend who is excitedly hopping in the doorway.

“I knew you would get along with JK!” Jin exclaims as you look once again at Jungkook before you both break out in a laugh. Trust Jin to know who you’d fall for before you. He comes up to pat his frat brother on the shoulder before his proud smile turns into a glare, warning the two of you that his room was for sleeping only and abruptly kicking you out.

The two of you giggle as you make your way downstairs, unable to keep your hands off of each other, going from holding hands to hugging to sneaking kisses in the kitchen as you make your drinks. Before the night ends the two of you end up sitting in the backyard, kissing under the stars and planning your first date later that week, even though it felt like you had known each other an eternity.

You had never felt luckier to pick up a random phone call.

#bts fic #bts fanfiction #jungkook fluff #jungkook smut #btsholidaybingo #thebtswritersclub #jungkook x reader #bts x reader #jungkook x yn

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Armin Arlert x reader ft Annie L.

Gif not mine. I felt bad for Annie :'), I listened to Heather by Conan Gray in repeat while writing this.

Request; Hello~ May I request A modern Au with Armin x fem reader x Annie with prompt 30 & 68 where it’s like Armin and Annie are dating and lately Armin has been getting distant lately and spending a lot of time with the new transfer student (their in college) reader and she doesn’t know he’s dating anyone at the moment so she asks him out and he says yes and they start to gain heavy feelings for each other and next thing you know Annie finds out and she’s hurt because she also found out reader is pregnant with Armins baby and he want to start a family together with reader even after the confrontation Annie is left hurt and heartbroken and reader and armin end up having a happy little family :3.

Warnings; angst, fluff, references to sex (not really described).

Taglist; @whogonprayformee

Prompts #30 “I want you to be happy, even if it is with her” and #68 “I'm pregnant”

Y/n was beautiful, hell Annie wasn't going to lie. The girl was completely perfect in her eyes, and she was sure others thought the same too, specially Armin.

Annie isn't blind, she had notice the longing looks Armin cast the h/c way, and the lingering touches when they worked together in class work and projects.

Of course she never mentioned, she didn't want to lose Armin, but it was too late it seem like each passing day he was falling more and more for that girl.

“Annie, hey!” Armin came up running towards her a big smile on his face

“Hey Armin..”

They didn't even act like a couple anymore, it wasn't like she was into pda so much, but she had put an effort into it when Armin and her started dating. Now it seem like Armin didn't even want to hold her hand in public or do anything with her when Y/n was around.

“I was wondering if you wanted to go to the coffee shop?” he asked smiling at her

“Sure, after class?” she answered

The blonde nodded before kissing her cheek “See you”

Annie, I'm sorry I can't make it to our date, I have to study.

Armin walked up to her after classes were done telling her that, just to find him in the coffee shop with Y/n when she went to buy some cookies for her father.

“Your grandfather sounds like a really thoughtful and generous person”

Y/n smile at Armin after he finished telling her about his grandfather who he lived with. She asked Armin to go out on a date with her when they saw each other in their last class.

“Yeah he is.” Armin responded smiling fondly at her

Y/n noticed a beautiful blonde haired women staring at them from the door, and she smiled softly at the women who had a frown on her face while looking at her in the eye.

“...which one you want?” y/n didn't even realized Armin was speaking to her, she quickly turn her head to him

She realized he was holding a little menu, with the waitress standing there ready to write down on the small (what seem to be a) notebook on her hand and assumed that he meant what she wants to order.

“I want the chocolate chip cookies, with coffee” y/n ordered while looking at the women indicating that the was all she wanted

“How many sugars?” the kind waitress asked looking at her

“Two sugars please, and thank you”

When the waitress left, Y/n looked at the door once again, but the women wasn't there.

“So tell me more about yourself” Armin looked at her with a soft smile

“well...”

Y/n proceeded to tell him, how she lived by herself in a small apartment and some stories from her childhood that she found funny, and apparently Armin did too since he laughed a couple of times.

They had been speaking for a while when the waitress came with a tray, what they ordered being there. They started eating while speaking after each bite or drink they took from what they ordered.

“It was nice to spend time with you”

Y/n smiled at Armin when they finally reached where she lived.

“Yeah, we should do it again sometime” Armin suggested, and the girl nodded

“See you!” she got off the car walking towards the inside of her apartment

And the dates did continue, they have gone to a lot of places together. Y/n felt like she was falling more and more for the blonde with each passing date.

“You know, we have been going out for some time”

Armin mentioned while they were getting out of the cinema after watching a horror movie. Y/n nodded at his words encouraging him to continue.

“And I was wondering if you'll like to you know.. be my girlfriend?” the boy asked scratching the back of neck

Y/n couldn't hold her excitement nodding at him with a big smile on her face “Of course!”

Y/n and Armin had been dating for months before they finally took their relationship to the next level.

Lustful kisses were shared between the two, naked bodies pressed together with passion and love, the bed and themselves being the witness of their love for each other.

“I'm pregnant”

Y/n looked shocked to the pregnancy test on her hand. And turn to Armin who was just as shocked as her.

“Armin I swear, I was on the pill” she said with watering eyes afraid that the blonde wouldn't believe her

“Hey.. it's ok, sometimes they don't work”

After calming Y/n, Armin stood outside in the balcony of her small apartment nervously, it wasn't like he didn't wanted the kid, he was just in a state of shock.

He hasn't broken things off with Annie. It made him feel so guilty, but he didn't want to break Annie's heart, he knew how much she struggled to express her feelings to others and how she trusted him, and he was afraid of her distancing herself more from others when he finally have the courage to tell her.

He took out his phone sending a message to the girl he once loved.

We have to talk

“I already knew, well except that part where she was pregnant”

Armin looked up shockingly staring at Annie, who had her head lowered down.

“I noticed the way you looked at her Armin, that's how you used to look at me, hell I think that your love for her it's way bigger than the one you had for me. You obviously are better off with her than me, she makes you smile, something I can't even do” Annie gave a emotionless laugh when she stopped talking before continuing “I want you to be happy even if is with her” Annie smile finally looking up at him

Armin felt the guilt consume him “I'm sorry Annie”

“It's okay, now don't get emotional with me” she said dismissively “You better make me maid of honor if you guys get marry”

Armin smiled at her “I will”

“Annie! Come on help me put my dress on, put him in the crib”

Y/n threw a shoe at Annie who was carrying her and Armin's son in her arms.

“This is the first baby I find adorable” Annie said ignoring Y/n once again “Sasha you help her, I don't want to put him down”

“Ok, just wait I need to clean my hands”

Sasha went to clean the ketchup in her hands from the burger she just eated.

Annie continued playing with the baby making funny faces, and he was giggling in her arms.

“Your first words better be my name, young man” Annie told him

Y/n watched them with a bright smile, Annie seem to love her son, just like she was sure her son loved her back so much. She knew about Annie's and Armin's past relationship since they told her, and since then she and Annie became good friends.

Today was her wedding day, and Annie was the maid of honor.

Annie didn't regret letting Armin be happy with Y/n, now she was the godmother of a beautiful 5 months old baby, a little boy who she would do anything for, just for him to be happy.

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Hello! Thanks for reading!, You can support by liking or hitting reblog! Also just a little side note, on your first date don't tell a person if you live alone just in case they're creeps! I just realized something, Sasha eating burger reminded me of something written by @ctrlvr (sorry for tagging you, I can remove it if you want).

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