#his kid his hitting him with a foam sword

[fregget-frou]

A doodle of Angel and David as new parents

They’d just copy whatever the baby does in complete seriousness and are too new at parenting as well as tired to it to think that standing still at 2am blowing raspberries at their baby is a completely normal thing to do

Also yes the baby has David’s eyebrows

[webslingingslasher]

omg but frat!peter being good with kids and reader like *turned on side eye* *debby Ryan hair tuck*

boyfriend frat!peter 😌

peter fell to his knees, clutching his heart gasping for air. his hand pressed to the stab wound, he looks at the blood and to the perpetrator. betrayal oozed from every orifice.

“how…” he coughs, “how could you do this to me?”

another painful gasp and he throws himself to the ground, making a show of dying.

on the other side of him, a little boy, no older than four, explodes in giggles, proud to of taken down a grown man. he holds his styrofoam sword over his head and brings it down on peters back, his body jolts but makes no movements.

another stab, but he stays dead.

“peter!” two stabs, one at peters back, one at your heart, his name sounds adorable with a ‘uh’ in place of an r’ at the end of it.

your boyfriend lays limp on the grass, right before a final swing, his hand stops the sword. your cousin pauses, then explodes in giggles when peter roars and stands back up.

the sword in his hand he points at at the child, “you fool! never abandon your weapon in times of battle!”

the child screams, running in circles before hiding behind your legs, you stand straighter, trying to protect him the best you could.

a foam sword tip is placed over your heart, “it didn’t have to come to this, but you’ve chosen the enemy.”

you gasp, “no, peter! don’t-“

a fatal stab. you hit the ground next, your cousin screamed and ran off, your body not even cold yet. peter grabs your hand as you slowly die, “you were always my favorite.”

your hand drops with your last breath.

staying still on the grass until your hand is pulled up, the four year old now occupied by his baby brother. "oh thank god, i thought you were a goner."

giving him a tight hug you tilt your chin up for a kiss, and right away he could see the look in your eyes. the one that was turned on, and he knew it was in direct correlation with him being perceived, in your sick mind, as he would say, fatherly.

he won't take it for one second.

“you better not ask me about a fucking ring, i just started letting you call me boyfriend.”

"i didn't say anything!"



[olive-riggzey]

Throwback to the time my cousin dressed up as Link from Legend of Zelda and I ran up to him and said, "Look, it's Zelda!" And then I panicked and in my rush to make a joke I looked him dead in the eyes and said, "Just kidding. I know who you are. Your name is Lincoln." and he hit me with his foam sword.

[callmelyc]

#2023JuLance

Week 3: Hero

Lance is crouched in position behind a crumbling wall, breath ragged but quiet to not give his position away. His eyes are focused on one thing and one thing only: his target.

He'd been on standby when the distress signal came in, a small blimp promising nothing too outrageous but when he'd landed on the scene the people claimed a different story. It was a small kingdom, joyous and lovingly ruled by their young Princess but as of late they've been terrorized.

They tell lance of a beast that stands ten feet tall with sharp claws, his face wearing a scrowl and a tail that can knock you down in a flourish. The beast has the strength of twenty men and breathes fire like a dragon. The beast has taken their beloved princess.

"Please sir Paladin, you must help us!" The knight begs, their kingdom so small the mighty beast had taken out the entire cavalry.

"Not to worry Sir Caith, I'll make sure your princess gets out safely" lance promises smiling to ease his worry "it's my job as a Paladin to help wherever I can!"

Looking back at that promise now has Lance worried he might not be enough all on his own. Maybe he should've brought the knight with him, he thinks while dodging another bout of fire breath.

Crouching behind a pile of ruble he watches and waits for an opening.

Lance shoots off a few stray shots falsely drawing the beasts attention in the other direction. He takes his stance

He switches his Bayard into the trusty broadsword.

And he leaps-

The beast is startled stumbling out of lances reach and swatting its tail towards him in retaliation. Lance dodges, rolls out of the way and lands a hit.

Once.

Twice.

Thrice.

He stands ready to take the finishing blow-

"LANCE!?" A voice yells snapping everyone's focus to the side of the park where Keith stands looking every which way.

Lance sighs putting down his foam sword "KEITH, OVER HERE!"

Keith joggs over with a curious glint in his eye "what are you doing at the park? They wanted to start the meeting 30minutes ago-"

"I know I know" lance cuts him off before smirking "I was being the hero, the princess needs rescuing ya know."

Keith watches lance point at each of the gaggle of children he'd collected all of which are giggling along and explaining the story they'd been playing out. It makes his heart swoop seeing lance like this.

"is that so?" He smirks looking back at lance knowing it's impolite to keep a princess waiting "does the hero need some help?"

The two show up one hour late to the meeting with Lance crowned the kingdoms Hero and Keith his trusty right hand.

The parents of the kids are star struck two paladins of Voltron took the time to play with their children.

[thedept]

The kid has been in a new-to-him (but very popular around here) camp the past two weeks. It’s based around the Percy Jackson books and incorporates a lot of Greek mythology, but they also send every kid a foam sword because the kids duel throughout the day and then have a big camp-wide championship every Friday. We, and lots of other people, call it “Sword Camp.” He’s having the time of his fucking life.

Today as we’re walking home, he turns to me. “Daddy, today another kid and I played a new game called Nuts.”

“How does this game go,” I asked, though I had my suspicions already.

“You take turns hitting each other in the nuts with your sword.”

How do 7 year old boys even manage to get to adulthood with the physical ability to procreate?

[mostlysignssomeportents]

The Lost Cause prologue part IV

I'm coming to Minneapolis! Oct 15: Presenting The Internet Con at Moon Palace Books. Oct 16: Keynoting the 26th ACM Conference On Computer-Supported Cooperative Work and Social Computing.

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The book comes out on Nov 14 from Tor Books and Head of Zeus, and I'm running a Kickstarter campaign to pre-sell the ebook, hardcover and (especially) the audiobook (Amazon refuses to carry my audiobooks, so this is the only way to get them into readers' hands); you can back it now:

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To whet your appetite, I'm serializing the book's prologue, which really kicks things off:

Here's part one:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/10/06/green-new-deal-fic/#the-first-generation-in-a-century-not-to-fear-the-future

And part two:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/10/07/met-cute-ugly/#part-ii

And part three:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/10/09/working-the-refs/#lost-cause-prologue

And now, part four:

A couple of my friends were working on an AP science project—­ they’d made an enzyme they thought would break down polyethylene at room temperature—­and I’d promised that I’d help them after school. Walking home past Verdugo Park, I ran into some more friends sitting in the grass and chatting, so I sat with them, watching the kids on the playground and the dog-­walkers and the swordfighting class boffing each other with foam swords, and hours slipped by.

By the time I headed home, the sun was low and the day was finally starting to cool off. I remembered that I’d forgotten to pull the blinds before going out and imagined how hot and stuffy the house would be. Maybe Gramps had gotten back early enough to lower them. Otherwise, I could lie in the backyard in my hammock and do some reading while I waited for the house to air out some.

The blinds were drawn. I went in through the back door and dropped my bag on my bed, stripped off my tee and pulled on a fresh one, and headed to the kitchen for a snack.

“Gramps?”

He didn’t answer, which I figured meant that he was playing his podcasts through his hearing aids. They were supposed to be smart enough to pass speech through, but they struggled with people shouting from other rooms. I grabbed some more iced coffee and went into the living room.

Gramps was sitting in his spot on the old sofa, staring out the window. “Gramps?”

He didn’t look around. I moved into his line of sight and then drew back. His face was set in a mask of rage I hadn’t seen since I was a kid and came to live with him, the face he’d make before he’d hit me. He hadn’t hit me in a long time, not since he’d raised a bruise where one of my middle-­school teachers could see it and she’d called CPS on him. They’d made him do a month of mandatory anger-­management classes.

“Gramps?” I reached for him but didn’t touch him. He was quivering.

He fixed his gaze on me. Glared.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

He stood up. He was shorter than me now, and couldn’t quite straighten up, but it still felt like he was towering over me. “Kid, you know exactly what’s wrong, and don’t pretend otherwise.”

Oh.

“Gramps, he could have killed me. I saved his life. I know he’s a friend of yours—­”

“Shut the fuck up about that, kid. Don’t talk about my friends. Don’t talk about who I know and who I don’t know. You know what that dumb asshole Mike Kennedy is up against? Forty years. Seven felony counts. Most of ’em to do with you: kidnapping, assault, attempted murder. Death penalty shit. Don’t think that the DA isn’t going to use that, the feds have got a hard-­on for anyone who doesn’t toe the line on their Green New Deal bullshit. They’re gonna tell him that either he testifies against his friends or he’ll get a lethal injection. Kennedy’s no genius, either. He’ll cave. You just watch.”

“Gramps—­”

“Shut up, I said. You think saying my name on your viral video is gonna help anything. Shit, kid, why didn’t you just turn me in yourself?”

“Come on, Gramps. I didn’t plan this, Mike did.” I wanted so badly to leave, but Gramps was between me and the door. “Tell you what, let’s go visit him. They’ll let him have visitors in lockup, right?”

Gramps sagged back down into his chair. “Kennedy’s not in lockup. They let him go an hour ago.”

“Oh,” I said. “Well, that sounds good, right?”

He shook his head and gave me a disgusted look. “No, kid, that doesn’t sound good. That sounds like he ratted everyone out already. In which case he’s a fucking dead man.”

I took a deep breath. Gramps was clearly on the brink of losing it altogether and telling him he was being overly dramatic would definitely push him right over the edge. “If that’s true, then maybe you should talk to your other friends, or maybe him—­”

“Just shut up, okay? Don’t talk about shit you don’t and can’t understand. Look, if Kennedy sold out his friends then he’s got what’s coming to him and besides, there isn’t a damned thing in the world I could do to stop it. But what’s more likely is that he didn’t say a word, but they’ve put him on the street so that people get the impression that maybe he did, and now he’s in fear for his life and the only way to save his skin is to run back to the station house and start talking. It wouldn’t be the first time they tried that stunt. And the fact is, it doesn’t matter which one it is because he’s gonna get shut up before he can do that, because everyone understands what’s going on here and what’s at stake. So me calling that sad sack now would just make me the last person who spoke to the victim before he turned up dead.”

“That’s terrible.”

“No, kid, that’s life. What’s terrible is that my own grandson is involved in this ugly stupid mess, and that every dumbass on the internet is trading clips with my name in them, doxing me, associating me with this ridiculous garbage.”

Now I was starting to get mad. “I didn’t do it on purpose, you know. Your friend threatened to kill me. I didn’t tell him to get up on that roof or fill his Super Soaker with hydrochloric acid.”

“Yeah, you didn’t, that’s true.” He picked up a beer from the table next to him, finished the last swallow, set it down. “You didn’t. But you were and you did and now—­” He shook his empty beer. “Ah, shit. Brooks, listen, you know that my friends are okay, but some of their friends . . .”

I knew. I’d sometimes spot Gramps’s friends marching with the Maga Club groups, carrying ugly signs, conspiracies and racism and “demographics are destiny.” Or set up with a table on Magnolia on Food Truck Friday, showing videos about “the great replacement” and “socialist tyranny.”

“I know who you mean.”

“None of ’em ever liked you. They didn’t like your father even before he went to Canada with that woman. When he did, well, that sealed it for ’em. To leave America and go work for the socialists? Kid, it’s a good thing he never tried to come back here, I’ll tell you that much. Far as they’re concerned, the only good thing that rabbit flu did was kill a bunch of foreign commies, agitators, traitors, and climate bed wetters. By which they mean your father and mother. And by extension, that means you. Your sex thing doesn’t help either—­”

My head filled with that buzzing sound I heard whenever Gramps tried to talk to me about sexuality. The fact that I wouldn’t call myself straight made him crazy. The fact that I wouldn’t say “gay” or “bi” or any of those old-­fashioned terms made him absolutely bugfuck. “Queer” was okay with me, or “pan,” but honestly, who the fuck cared? Why would my grandfather need to know which people I wanted to fuck and which people I did fuck? I’d explained this to him calmly and I’d had shouting matches with him about it. My other friends had problems with this stuff, sure, but their parents were able to at least pretend to understand. Gramps was a generation older and not only didn’t he understand, he didn’t want to. “Just pick one, kid,” is what he’d say, and then I’d overhear him saying worse to his friends when they took over the kitchen to play poker or the living room to watch a game.

“Jesus, Gramps”—­that buzzing sound was blood, of course, coursing in my ears as my rage built and built—­“would you just shut up about that bullshit? I don’t care what your asshole friends want. In case you didn’t notice, one of them nearly murdered me last night—­”

“Shut. Up.” Loud, in that boss voice he used when he was getting everyone else to listen to him, whether it was on a jobsite or during an argument over cards. “Yeah, one of my friends just about murdered you last night, but he didn’t, did he? You know why? Because of me. Because of who I am in this community. Our name, Palazzo, it goes back a long way in this town. We’re Lockheed originals, thanks to my own dad. That counts for something. You’re safe because you’re my grandson, that’s what I’m trying to explain to you. But it’s not a get-­out-­of-­jail-­free card. You’re not untouchable.”

“Thanks for letting me know.” I hated it when Gramps acted like he was in the Mafia because he and his friends were the kinds of assholes who periodically got drunk or disturbed enough to commit some act of idiotic vandalism.

“Kid—­” he started. I left.

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

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[queen-of-deans-booty]

LARP and the Real Girl: Part Three

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.4k

Warnings: canon angst and violence

Author’s Note: I am so sorry I haven’t posted. I was sick with the flu and completely forgot about it. I will be posted both episodes now!

I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. Any and all comments on these are appreciated.

"So, what's been going on with you? I see Joanna has grown."

"Yeah, she is a little over two years old. As you can see, I'm pregnant with twins. Dean and I went to Purgatory for a year. Fun stuff," you chuckle.

Dean also tells her the minor stuff like sending Sam a text message that made it seem like it was from his ex. Out of everything you told her, that seemed like the one she was most hung up on.

"You sent Sam a phantom text from his ex? Dick move, sir."

"Yeah, not my finest hour."

"Right, well, are we ready to go?"

"Just a few more minutes. My back is killing me," you sigh tiredly.

"Get up," Dean says, walking over to you.

"Did you not hear me?"

"I hear you. Get up."

You sigh again and get up, and Dean turns you around so your back is facing his front. He pulls you in closer by your hips, and before you can question what he's doing, he gently lifts your pregnant belly from below. You groan in relief and lay your head back on his shoulder.

"Please don't ever let go."

The weight of your belly isn't pulling on your back, so it feels amazing to not have to carry it. Charlie watches with a smile on her face. She can see that you two are happy. Dean stays like this for five minutes, and you nod to signal to him that you're good to go now. He kisses your cheek and gently lowers your belly.

"You need to do that more often," you chuckle.

Charlie gestures for you two to follow her, and she leaves the tent first. Before you and Dean can follow her, you stop him.

"She may be the queen here, but you're my king... every day," you grin.

"And you're my queen."

Dean kisses you for five seconds, and then you two leave the tent. Charlie waits for you patiently and leads you throughout the park they rented out. Every person you pass by bows to Charlie since she is the queen. Dean sees a wooden sword, and he switches it out for the yellow foam he took earlier.

"Have you always been into LARPing?" you ask Charlie.

"No. For role-play, I prefer a tabletop. D&D, Gamma World, Car Wars, and things like that. That's why Cthulhu invented multi-sided dice, right? But a buddy of mine was into LARPing. I went for him and stayed for the chicks." You and Dean laugh at her jokes. "It's not just that, though. It's an escape. I mean, here, I'm queen and a hero. Out there in the real world, I'm just hacking out code and chugging coffee all day long."

"Wait, you're kidding, right?" you ask and stop her. "If it wasn't for you, we would have never been able to take down Dick Roman. Out there in the real world, you are a hero."

"She's right, you know," Dean backs you up. A few more women pass by and smile at Charlie, not going unnoticed by you and Dean. "I'm noticing a lot of these maidens checking you out."

"What? I can't shut this down. It's good to be queen."

You have the picture of the black tree symbol that you're showing to everyone, but each of the four groups of people don't know what it is. The only group you haven't talked to is the Shadow Orcs. After scratching Elves off the list, you have one more group to talk to.

"You can scratch the Elves off the list," Charlie says. "That leaves one more group. The Shadow Orcs. They're impossible to find."

"Wait, I know where we can find one. We met him on the way in."

You and Dean lead Charlie to the area where Monty was stuck inside the pillory. Looks like he's still there.

"Death to the queen! Death to the usurper!" he yells when he sees Charlie.

Dean draws his wooden sword and hits Monty on top of his head to get him to stop yelling. Monty growls at Dean, but you're in no mood for games. You take the picture out of Dean's hands and show it to Monty.

"Have you seen this symbol anywhere?"

"Yeah, of course." Monty quickly shakes his head and changes his answer. "No. No, I haven't seen it." Instead of you using your very real magic on this unsuspecting man, Dean takes his sword and places it underneath Monty's chin. "Okay, it's the Shadow King's family crest. You'll never find him in the Black Hills."

"The Black Hills?" Dean asks Charlie.

"The forest behind the playground. Come on."

You and Dean leave Monty where he is, letting Charlie guide you to the forest. There isn't much to see in the forest, but it's not like you're looking too hard. You're staying on the main trail, and when you're about halfway through the forest, you come across the man who was talking to Monty earlier, Gerry.

"My queen. There you are. I've been searching everywhere for you. Has this oaf attempted to harm you with his blasphemous metalworks?"

"Boltar, they're with me. They're both my new... handmaiden. We seek an audience with the Shadow King."

"Uh, these hills are not safe. I beseech you, my queen, you should return to camp."

"He's right, your worshipfulness. Uh, may I have a moment before you take your leave?" You and Dean take Charlie off to the side to talk to her while Gerry stays where he is. "Handmaiden?"

"He was suspicious. I panicked."

"Okay, take my phone," Dean says and hands over his phone. We'll find the shadow dorks."

"I can still help, though."

"Believe it or not, you are helping by finding Sam. It's okay, we can handle this," you encourage her.

She sighs and takes the phone before leaving out of sight.

"Lead the way to the Orcs, Bolty," Dean jokes.

"Speak when spoken to, handmaiden."

You snicker but follow him in the opposite direction in which you came from.

"Should I have gone with her?" you whisper to Dean.

"No, I need you next to me."

"Always the protector, Dean."

Much like before, you stuck to the man-made trail. You didn't find anything or any Shadow Orcs lurking nearby. It looks like you're not going to find anything, so the best thing is to head abc to camp in hopes that Charlie is with Sam. Sam or Charlie haven't called, so you assume they're not in any danger.

"Well, that was a bust. Are you sure the Shadow Orcs are even out there?" Dean asks Gerry.

"For a handmaiden, you certainly ask many questions. Yes, I am positive. They're just very good at hiding themselves, but a plan has sprung to mind that will draw the Shadow King to us. We shall take the Shadow Orc held in stock and offer him up as a prisoner exchange."

"That's not a bad idea," you say.

"I shall retrieve the prisoner. You two tend to the queen's laundry and chamber pots, and then meet me back here."

Gerry leaves just as Sam shows up without Charlie.

"Nice outfit," Sam chuckles.

"He's taking this very seriously," you nod.

"Right. Well, while you two were playing dress-up, I found out that the mark--"

"Belongs to the Shadow Orcs," you and Dean finish his sentence.

"Yeah, and they're using fairy magic."

Sam shows you the pages he printed out about the black tree symbol. The symbol represents pain in the world of fairies.

"The Tree of Pain. Whoever gets marked gets ganked."

"How do we stop it?"

"Find whoever cast the spell, and take them out. No more whammy, no more marks. No more marks, no more dead bodies."

"Well, our pal Boltar the chatty is getting the Shadow Orc prisoner. We're going to do a prisoner exchange to try and draw the King out of hiding. It was my idea," Dean grins.

"Where's Charlie?" you ask.

"She was with you two."

"No, we sent her to you." Dean rolls his eyes and walks off, calling Charlie's name. "Charlie? Your highness?" He quickly checks her tent, but she's not in there either. "She has my phone. Call it."

Sam takes out his phone and calls it, but it goes straight to voicemail. She isn't answering, which means she is in danger. She would have answered if she could. You want to go out and try and find her, but Sam doesn't think that's the best idea.

"We should look for her."

"No, we should stick to the plan. If she got lost out there, she might have been taken by Shadow Orcs. They might know where she is."

You stayed where you were with Joanna while Sam and Dean checked all the tents in the surrounding area. She is nowhere to be found, and you have no leads on where she could be. You have no choice but to stick to the plan.

x

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[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 172

LARP and the Real Girl/Closing Time

“LARP and the Real Girl”

Plot Description: Sam and Dean investigate the mysterious deaths of two LARPers who were engaged in a game involving a real fairy

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: I mean…if the fae get you, the fae get you…

I did cut out the part in the description where they said what LARP stood for, just full disclosure

Honestly, they DESERVE to go see a movie or hit up a bar. Just one night off

Omg I love that Dean really has accepted Garth as the new Bobby

God…I’d love that LotR poster.

Fuck you, small town cop. Look. I don’t know what this guy’s whole deal was, but as long as he treated women right and wasn’t a gatekeeping asshole, “toys” on display at your residence (read: replicas of weapons from fantasy series and probably figurines of some sort. (Remind me to make a post about how much I’ve spent on the anime figures at my work desk…and the look on my work bestie’s face when she saw the amount)) are not a sign that you can’t be in a relationship or get laid.

“These kids today with their texting and murder…” I wanna kiss whoever wrote that line of dialogue on the mouth.

Felicia Day’s hair is so pretty

The dramatic thunder is…well, it’s something

Sometimes I get so sad about how much Dean has missed out on due to John. THIS is one of those times. He’s so excited to help Charlie with her battle strategy!! And he never got to foster that because he had to grow up WAY too fast and ALWAYS had to keep the tough guy persona. He’s such a little nerd at heart

Dean and Charlie should have gotten wayyyyyy more time together

You know, for being known as the nerdier of the two brothers, Sam is having zero fun with this and really just wants to get the job done. Dean’s in costume and following Charlie around as she flirts with every woman she encounters in their investigation

Noooooo don’t abduct Charlieeeeeeee

Oh. Looks like Charlie is no longer disappointed in her kidnapping

I love the boys getting sidelined in favor of the rules of this LARPing community

Of COURSE it’s that dude

Did he really think that the sword, once it turned back into foam, was going to stop Dean??

Omg is he……….HE’S GIVING THE SPEECH FROM BRAVEHEART. Deeeeeeeean

“Closing Time”

Plot Description: The Doctor, in his final days of life, encounters a mystery as he visits an old friend

Don’t love that we’re back with James Corden

What is happening with the…no that’s not how you ask about lighting in this show. Hey, who turned out the lights?

The cybermen? Maybe

Stormaggedon, Dark Lord of All is quite the name for a baby to give themself

This Farewell Tour he’s on doesn’t hit as hard as Ten’s because he’s really been with just Amy and Rory and River most of the time, with the exception of Craig (who he’s visiting now), also I know he has at least two more seasons

Hmmmmmmmm a motorized toy…the cybermen are hijacking TOYS??

Omg…I don’t like how often Moffat-run shows have the joke “oh these two men seen together and/or show any sort of affection toward each other MUST be gay.”

He just went straight for the lingerie department?? Come on…

Oh they didn’t hijack shit, they just put a weird robotic rat thing in a department store

I forgot we jumped ahead some time….we still get a little bit of Amy and Rory, but Amy’s already a perfume model

The cybermen gave the cybermat TEETH??? WHY???

These….oh, yeah. Those are things to cry about later. For sure

Oh…that baby’s ceiling is the ideal. Like, real project galaxies

Aw man, James Corden only ALMOST got mauled by the lil rat thingy

Ugh, the Doctor is doing the whole “I shouldn’t have anyone around me” thing again

Did they actually kill Craig???? What is happening???? Ahhh, rats. Like, of course they didn’t but STILL

So the cybermen just exploded? Because Craig felt emotion again??

This episode is just eh. Except for the Doctor’s coat. The coat’s good

Why DOES linear time affect him now??

Oh that’s where he got the hat River’s about to shoot off

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Could you write some headcanons for Sun, Moon, and the glamrock crew meeting a swordfighting fox animatronic? The kids make their own swords from foamboard, PVC pipe, and duct tape- younger kids get help from them, and they get to learn to properly swordfight, sparring with one another and the reader who shows them how to defend themselves when their sword is knocked away or their usual strategy isn't cutting it.

Sun

Ngl it kinda stung to realize you’re not Foxy. He accidentally called you that a few times but corrects himself.

One day he peeks into Kid’s Cove, where you’re teaching kids how to make their own swords out of (mostly) safe materials.

He expects all hell to break loose...but to his surprise they listen to you and follow your instructions, with older kids helping the younger ones. No messes, no screaming, no fighting--just well-disciplined children.

You show them swordfighting techniques, like guarding and sparring, and what to do if their sword gets knocked away in a fight. Just training them like true pirates.

When you’re not busy, Sun visits to craft a foam sword and you two have a friendly sparring match, jumping around the playstructures.

He’s a jester, and thus an incredibly convincing actor as he plays dead when defeated by you--falling dramatically into the sand.

You just laugh and help him to his feet.

Although this friendship started off a little rocky..it worked out in the end.

Moon

Contrary to Sun, he’s just like “ugh they’re so loud.”

You’re very boisterous as you teach the kids on how to defend themselves, making grand gestures.

Despite all the noise, though, Moon finds you pretty cool--even though you replaced Foxy.  He’s the only one not bothered by that even slightly.

It’s reassuring to you, too, as you ask him if Sun is still upset when he visits you one night after Kid’s Cove closes.

“No..he'll get over it. He knows you aren’t trying to be him.”

He’s not good with discussing emotions, so you two craft swords together to pass the time and talk.

“[Y/n]?”

“Yeah?”

“...can I take this to-”

“No. You cannot hit kiddies over the head just to get them to sleep.”

“...grr..I wasn’t gonna say that..” He lies.

Roxy

For a while, she thought she was the replacement of Foxy, and that crippled her self-esteem as she could never be half of who he was.

But then she saw ads of you in Kid’s Cove--a brand new fox animatronic who was knowledgeable in swordfighting--and that burden on her shoulders was lifted a little.

She visits during your lessons and just watches from a corner. You notice her and invite her over to play swords after it’s done.

She ties her hair back with a bandanna you offer and spars with you for a while.

You’re programmed to always win but for once you let her have the victory, letting her knock your sword out of your hands.

She dances around and laughs, while you dust yourself off with a smile.

In the back of her mind, she wonders if you feel the same kind of pressure/expectations, but that’ll be a question for another day.

Glamrock Freddy

Honestly he thinks it’s dangerous to teach kids how to make weapons.

Then again Faz Ent lets a lot of things slide as long as it brings in guests.

You--the new swordfighting fox--really skyrocketed in popularity at the Plex after Kid’s Cove was shutdown for so long.

So Freddy visits you one day and finds the kids helping younger ones craft swords.

It’s really sweet seeing them help each other.

But like Sun he worries about them getting hurt, though not too much. He has all the faith in you keeping them safe.

With your help he makes his own sword. He keeps it in his room as a gift, but he’s a little too nervous to swing it and accidentally break something.

Seeing the way you spar has him thinking the guards should be paying you to protect them instead. Luckily the mall doesn’t see many intruders.

Monty

You fight with swords?????

That's so badass. He's got mad respect for you (even though he prefers to punch things instead).

You show him how to craft his own sword with foam and PVC pipes.

You practice swordfighting strategies but he just blindly swings it, allowing you to sweep his leg and knock his weapon away.

“Hey! Ain’t that cheating?!”

“It’s not cheating. You can use other parts of you to your advantage, not just the sword.” You chuckle, helping him up. “Let’s try again. This time defend yourself.”

He just huffs and removes his glasses, showing he’s serious.

Both of you spar again and he uses his tail to trip you before you have the chance to disarm him, and he laughs in victory.

“I’m gettin’ pretty good at this thing.”

“Yep, you’re learning fast, Monty.” You agree.

Glamrock Chica

She’s just making her usual rounds in the Plex when she hears on the intercom that Kid’s Cove is reopened.

And she rushes to meet who she thinks is Foxy--but it turns out to be you, a fox programmed with swordfighting knowledge and..she’s a bit sad.

After sending the kids off to make their swords, you notice Chica and wonder why she’s so gloomy.

But she shakes it off and says you just remind her of an old friend.

As time goes on she visits you more, watching your lessons from afar while snacking on something.

She’ll bring you food, too, even if you might not need it.

Just watching you spar with the kids makes her hungry. It’s good exercise.

[wavyhairedbabyy]

Idiots - Part 1

Karl Jacobs x gn!reader

tldr: They’ve both got a crush. Sucks, since they’re the only ones oblivious to it. (Slow Burn!)

CW: some swearing(not at each other), fluffy as a teddy bear.

a/n: I got a random influx of followers ;-; Tysm for enjoying my works and sharing them. I haven’t written in 6 years, in case it wasn’t obvious lmao, so even one is super meaningful to me :) this ended up being way longer than I intended it to be so I’m splitting it into 2 parts. 

edited yet: yes - let me know if I missed anything!

Part 1 - Part 2

Y/n and Karl met when Karl was still going to college in New York before dropping things to move to North Carolina. They met the fall of their sophomore year at the campus café when Karl was trying to shoot a piece of paper into a trash can. The problem was he couldn’t aim and it landed right in y/n’s mug of coffee, quickly dissolving into a paper coffee soup. For anyone else it would’ve been okay but being that coffee was y/n’s life line, especially during finals, it most definitely was not.

“You’re buying me another, right?” they asked, “I would highly recommend it or you might see a side of me you don’t want to see.”

Being the good guy he was, and the slight fear of their bad side, he did with no questions.

“So, since there’s a side of you I don’t want to see, and I bought you a new coffee, do I get to see the side of you that I do want to see?”

“Find me next semester and you might.”

And he did.

***

“Karl, if you don’t give me that sword, I’m going to hurt you!” Y/n screamed as they lunged toward him. It was y/n, Karl, and Chris hanging out at Karl’s place until it was time to leave for a Mr. Beast project. They sat in his living room, Karl with a foam sword that y/n was desperate to take from him.

“That’s the problem! If I give it to you, you will hurt me with it!” He yelled back, jumping out of their reach.

“Okay children, why don’t I just take the sword so we can end all of this?” Chris intervened in an attempt to stop the ruckus.

Both of them paused, looking at him in disbelief. They shook their head and in unison scoffed, “No!”

The two continued their play fighting, one holding on to the sword for a short period of time before the other pulled it from their grasp. This went on until it was time to leave the house.

While this was all going down, Chris watched Karl’s behavior. He noticed how he let y/n hold on to the sword a little longer, even when he could’ve easily reached out to grab it from their hands. He noticed how he was much more careful with his movements, almost scared to be too rough with them.

With anyone else, Chris knew Karl’s pride would have taken over in this situation. He thought back to any other time he had any of his SMP friends over. With Nick or Alex, he would have hogged the sword and brutally whacked either of them with it as much as he could. He would happily tacked them and pinned them to the ground. With y/n though... there was a gentleness with them, and Chris did not fail on picking that up.

“Okay lame-os, let’s get on over to the warehouse. Y/n, you coming?” Chris asked.

Y/n shook their head, “Nah. I’m gonna unpack my stuff and relax from the flight. Plus, word on the street says that tomorrow is when the cool stuff is happening so I’ll come then.” they replied.

“Well the street is right, but they’re still a dummy,” Chris looked at Karl for reference.

“Hey...” Karl faked a sad look before staring at y/n for defense.

Y/n giggle and just shrugged, waving goodbye to the both of them, “If you don’t bring me back Burger King fries, don’t bother coming back at all!”

***

Chris and Karl sat in the car, Chris driving and Karl in the passenger seat. With some music on in the background, the two were discussing the plan of action for what was going to be filmed for the day.

“Do you know how long it’s going to take?” Karl asked, “I feel bad leaving y/n by themselves so I want to try to get out as early as humanly possible.”

“I’m not really sure. I’m sure Jimmy wouldn’t mind you scootin’ out a little early,” Chris replied. He took the opportunity and leaned over to his friend, “Speakin’ of y/n, anything going on there? Y’know, anything special?”

“Uhh- whaddya mean special?” Karl haphazardly, “We’re best friends. I think that’s pretty special.”

“No, idiot. I mean is there anything there besides just being best friends,” Chris paused for a second, “I dunno. I just noticed you’re different with them, man. You know you would never treat Nick or Alex the way you treated them.”

Karl paused, trying to think of a response but failing. He sighed, “Yeah, there’s definitely something there on my end. I mean, I’ve been attracted to them since we first met. I just don’t think they reciprocate it.”

“You never know if you don’t try. What’s the worst that can happen?”

“I’d rather not think about it,” Karl sunk into his seat, thinking of all the bad endings that could happen if he told y/n his feelings.

***

Meanwhile this was happening, y/n was making themselves comfortable in Karl’s guest room. They planned on staying for a week and a half which meant packing a month’s worth of clothes. Before starting to unpack their things into the dresser, they FaceTimed their other best friend that was back in New York to keep them company.

“You’re calling me now? Your flight landed 4 hours ago! I was sure you crashed in the middle of the ocean - gone like that Malaysia flight,” y/bff answered.

“Hi to you too,” y/n responded as they started to place their clothes in the closet, “ You are so dramatic. My flight didn’t even go over the ocean. And don’t act like you weren’t tracking my flight. You knew damn well I was fine.”

“All this worrying and caring, and this is how I’m being treated?” Y/bff shook their head as the wiped their fake tears away “The disrespect.”

“Pft, the only disrespect I’m seeing here is the lack of questions about my day,” y/n said, “I had a great flight. I got those yummy blue chips and had a nice drive from the airport in a Tesla.”

Y/bff gasped, “What kind of Uber driver is driving around a Tesla? We need more of those people up here.”

“Dude, it was Karl,” y/n replied, “I was shocked. Last time I saw this kid he was driving a hunk of junk. One year down here and he’s driving around like he’s Elon Musk.”

“Well, I’ll tell you this now. If you don’t cuff him, I will!” Their laugh echoed through the phone

Y/n rolled their eyes, “Oh please, if he doesn’t like me like that then you’re in no good luck.”

“So you told him then?”

“No, not yet,” y/n paused, “I dunno. We’ve been friends for 3, almost 4, years now. If he liked me, he would’ve said something by now. Plus we live so far away from each other now. I just don’t wanna ruin a good thing, y’know?”

“Well, I still say do it. You can tell him and spend your life in peace knowing his answer, or keep it to you yourself and spend the rest of your life wondering ‘what if?’ And I’ll tell you now, the latter always ends with regret. With the first answer, you’ll at least have a chance of a happy ending.”

Y/n shrugged, putting away the last piece of clothing from their luggage, “I know, I know. I’ll think about it. Thanks for the chat, but I’m gonna go relax now before he gets back. I love and miss you already.”

They exchanged their goodbyes and hung up. Y/n flattened their luggage and slid it under the bed. Moving back to the dresser, they found some comfortable clothes to change into after a shower.

Y/n knew y/bff was right. They just couldn’t bring themselves to share their feelings. What if Karl didn’t feel the same way? Would it ruin their friendship? Would this be the last time they ever saw each other? No, y/n knew it wouldn’t end their friendship, but it would make it awkward for a little while. They moved to the bathroom. Maybe a shower would help them compose their thoughts.

***

“I’m back!” Karl shouted as he kicked the door shut behind him. The project took a few hours so the sun had set and nighttime was settling itself in North Carolina. There was no response. Karl continued, “And I have Burger King fries!”

“You should’ve started out with that! Coming!” Y/n yelled from down the hall. Karl rolled his eyes and walked over to the living room table. He started making room for the food when he heard fast footsteps coming toward him.

“Incoming!” Y/n yelled, tackling him to the floor with a hug. They were giggling as if they just pulled the best prank in the world.

“Hi to you too,” he groaned from his body hitting the floor. Y/n continued to chuckle as they got up, grabbing Karl’s hand to help him up too. They sat on the couch, looking at the food in front of them.

“A whole whopper meal? What did I do to get the honors, Mr. Jacobs?” Y/n remarked in a posh accent, popping a fry into their mouth.

“You existed,” Karl giggled out. Y/n smiled, but the butterflies in their stomach couldn’t feign their excitement. It was small shit like that that made y/n fall for Karl. He continued, “Plus I didn’t know if you ate or not so I thought better safer than sorry.”

“Aw, you’re the sweetest,” they gave him a tight hug before returning to the spot they were in on the couch, “So, what’s the plan, Stan?”

“I’m kind of tired from filming, I hope you don’t mind-”

“Actually, I completely mind” y/n replied sarcastically. Karl shook his head at them.

“So, I was thinking we could just watch a movie or watch a show,”

“Ah yes, head empty activities. I’m down. Can we watch a movie though? Not in the mood for a show right now,” y/n replied.

“Sure let’s scroll through and find something,” Karl switched on the TV and the two munched on their food while they decided what they were going to watch. After 20 minutes of scrolling, which really was 20 minutes of fighting over who had better taste in movies, they finally agreed on Wall-E.

Before the movie started, y/n looked over to Karl. Their hands were in the shape of finger guns, pointed to each other and the tips of their index fingers touching. They had a pout on their face when they asked, “Can we cuddle while we watch?”

“No,” Karl shook his head quickly, keeping a stoic, straight face. Y/n’s pout got bigger. He continued, “I absolutely hate physical touch.”

They both immediately broke out into giggles, y/n grabbing the nearest pillow and smacking him with it, “You are so lame.”

Karl continued with his fit of giggle, “The day I say that and mean it is the day hell freezes over.”

As the intro to the movie played, the two came closer, y/n’s legs tangling up with Karl’s. When they finished up their food, they moved closer with Karl’s arm around y/n’s shoulders and their head laying on his chest.

Y/n gave a playful scoff, reminiscing on their past memories together, “This reminds me of the time we had a Disney movie marathon before spring break.”

Karl laughed, “Yeah, and you made my old roommate cry beforehand because he wasn’t doing his dishes all semester.”

“In my defense, I gave him warnings. He didn’t wanna listen and there’s no way I was letting you live in a house with a sink full of fruit flies.”

“I’m not sure if you did that for me or because you practically lived with us.”

“Don’t get it mixed up, pretty boy. That was for you.” Karl smiled at those words, looking down at the person laying on their chest. He wanted to believe there was more than friendship behind those words. The warm feeling he would always get with them filled his chest as he turned his focus back to the movie.

“I really missed you.” He whispered.

“I really missed you too.”

***

Part 2

[ratsoh-writes]

Can we get some cute wholesome headcanons of the boys when they were babybones?

Oooh! How about a cute story about all the papyri again? Minus the horrors since their childhood was the same as their normal counterparts

Papyrus: he had a pretty big gap in his front two teeth that didn’t fill in until he was nearly 15. So baby papy grew up with a lisp. He would have to yell so that people would understand him easier lol

Honey: when he was younger he went through a phase where he collected erasers that looked like food. His collection was massive by the time he was a teen. He impulsively gifted it to a younger neighbor though as an act of “growing up”

Edge: one of his favorite memories is when it was snowing outside. Him and red would make a stick and blanket fort, hold out bowls to catch the fresh snow then add fruit juice to make snow cone bowls. Edge still does this with red when it snows on the surface

Cash: mal recognized cash’s gift in copying voices and sounds pretty early on. It’s why mal learned piano. That way he could teach cash music since mal himself was a terrible singer. They used to beg for food and money together with an old trashed keyboard and baby cash singing along.

Sugar: as a babybones, sugar used to sleep in charms bed most nights. He had a lot of night terrors and wouldn’t be able to stay asleep unless he was cuddling someone. This was a good thing for charm since sugar is a morning person. He got his older brother up early for work each morning lol

Mutt: he was always an animal guy. Even as a toddler. While most fellswap monster kids would hint and chase the bugs and lizards underground, baby mutt would make little stick and mud houses for them. He even learned how to make an incubator for any eggs he found all by himself.

Coffee: he was a very curious baby bones and had a bit of a thieving habit. It’s only wines silver tongue and coffees sneakiness that kept him out of horrible trouble. It’s one of the reasons wine taught him how to spy and sneak around. So he could break in and return the stuff he snatched and forgot about lol

Rhythm: he ADORED his older brother when he was younger. Baby rhythm used to copy almost everything that pop did from the way he talked to how he moved and danced. Baby rhythm even had his own vent goblin stage before he became too tall to crawl in lol.

Jupiter: with his military fish monster dad, baby Jupiter was put in the royal guard pretty early on. He first started as a mail boy who would rush around the Astrid belt making deliveries. He came into contact with a lot of the guards and they would joke that Jupiter was being raised by the whole army.

Green: after gaster let the brothers out of the lab, baby green had never seen another living creature besides his brother and “father”. His first encounter with another creature was a black widow spider. He of course got bit and this started his arachnophobia

Rancher: baby rancher had a pet coyote growing up. He managed to hide it form his parents for nearly two years. They only found out about the coyote in his closet when they heard the squeaking of its pups while rancher was out doing his chores. The animal had given birth in the night. Rosemary and Yosemite let him keep the mother, but the pups were sent to a shelter to be released when they were older.

Bruiser: his favorite toy growing up was a foam sword. Bruiser would hit every one with that dang thing. And he refused to get a new one. Each time the foam ripped he brought it to snipe to repair with duct tape

Boss: even as a little kid boss was a charmer. He used to spend hours in the spring finding the best dandelions to bring home to Madame. She would mix them into bouquets with nicer flowers

Slim: he had the worst habit of getting his suspenders snagged on things as a toddler. Like Madame or Don would hear crying, walk around the corner and just see little slim hanging off the doorknob by his pant loops lol.

[dreamescapeswriting]

One Summer In Paris ~ Finale ~ JJK [M]

WORD COUNT: 4.7K

GENRE: Fluffy, romance, ex-lovers to lovers, 

PAIRING: Jungkook x Fem!Reader

DESCRIPTION: Jeon Jungkook had always loved Paris with its amazing views, incredible museums and the small Bookshop right across from the Effiel Tower. It was were he spent a lot of his summer breaks as a kid so he loved it well into his adulthood. There was one bookshop he rented a room in the summer that changed his life. It was a place where he felt happy and at peace whenever he had the chance to stay there. Where he fell in love for the first time and had his first heartbreak, a lot of firsts for him were in Paris. But what happens when he goes back to the same book shop four years later and finds the love of his life in the arms of another with a daughter who looks suspiciously like him…

THEMES: SMUT CHAPTER Single Parent, Jungkook x Fem!Reader, self insert, Smut will be included in a later chapter

MASTERLIST || PREVIOUS || EPILOGUE

After a week of the boys being in Paris the news that Jungkook was a father was being spread throughout the internet and world through the corrected sources this time though. He had to do a formal interview with a magazine company who worked for BigHit and were under their payroll so that the right things were being spoken about. No-one was allowed to just come up to you or Areum in the street or there would be some serious consequences. The relationship between you and Jungkook was never announced since neither of you knew what was happening just yet. As far as the media was concerned you were close friends just raising your daughter to the best of your abilities.

After some investigating everything came to light on how Jungkook was found, it was a mixture of some teenage girl tweeting out a video asking if anyone else thought it looked like Jungkook as well as an “unknown” source. The unknown source came to light as David who’s ego had been bruised too badly that he decided to take it out on both you and Jungkook. Calling everyone he thought of, telling magazines online that he knew where Jungkook was. After one person saw it with the first photograph the teen had tweeted out the news spread like wildfire. David got what was coming to him though, Bighit were suing him for slander against Jungkook.

 All of the magazines painted him as the good guy who had no idea that his daughter existed and you were painted to be the girl who didn't know who Jungkook was at the time of the relationship, it was easier and less messy that way. The world didn't need to know all of the details about your lives together, they didn't need to know every aspect of what you and Jungkook went through. 

"What are you thinking about?" Jungkook questioned when he saw you looking at Areum with Taehyung and Namjoon - they were playing dress-up after just getting back from Disney land that day. The boys had insisted on taking her - along with guards so no one would bother them. 

"How different her life is going to be now." You admitted as Jungkooked wrapped his arms around your body and laid his chin on your shoulder. Things with Jungkook had been a little on and off for the last week neither of you had enough time or space to talk about what was happening. You acted like a real couple but you weren't enterally sure what you were since he was famous...The father of your daughter but it didn't mean you were or weren't dating. 

"Jungkook what-" 

"Let me take you out tonight," You spoke at the same time but you stopped your sentence first and stared into his eyes wondering what to say to him, you were going to ask him what you were together but now he was asking you out on a date.

"What-What?" You stuttered out turning your whole body to look at him this time ignoring everyone else that was in the room with you. 

"Let me take you out, just you and me...Please?" Jungkook had been trying to think of a way to talk to you about life and how things were going to be from now on all week and this was the only way he could think of doing it properly. He'd put so much thought into everything and he was finally ready to have a serious conversation about it all. 

"I didn't think you were allowed to go out publically." You whispered as you thought back to his manager telling him off for trying to sneak out a couple of nights ago. He shrugged his shoulders looking over at his manager who was reading through what everyone was thinking of Jungkook and his family on his tablet. That was what you were, you were a family even if you weren't together anymore...or yet. Some fans had reacted better than others, others claimed that you were faking, Areum wasn't truly his but if anyone took the time to look at Areum or spend time with her they would be able to tell she was in fact related to Jungkook. 

"I'm not but, who said it has to be public...Trust me okay? I'll make this all perfect." You sighed thinking about it for a second, it would be nice to get out of the hotel you seemed to have been stuck in all week. Management had moved you in once the scandal dropped, the shop had been closed since - you wondered what Grace had been thinking about all of this but at the same time after what she told you about what she said to Jungkook, a part of you didn't care.

"I trust you," He smiled leaning forward to kiss your cheek before he made his way over to their manager, you watched him for a couple of seconds before deciding to go and rescue Namjoon and Taehyung from the makeup your daughter had gotten that day. 

"My little princess seems to have turned the princes into princesses." You giggled as you swooped Areum up into your arms and blew a raspberry onto her shoulder playfully, she screamed wildly shouting that you were a dragon trying to steal the princess away. 

"We'll save you!" Taehyung announced loudly pulling out a fake foam sword as he started to hit you on the leg with it but you laughed evilly and ran away with Areum.

Jungkook kept his hands over your eyes as he leads you through the bookshop, you knew where he was taking you since you both had to run away from the hotel while the boys distracted the manager.

"Fuck," You groaned as your arm came into contact with the fifth bookshelf in a row, Jungkook hissed as he flinched. He didn't mean to bang you into every shelf in the shop, in his head this had gone over a lot smoother.

"Sorry." He mumbled as he carefully sat you down on the blanket he had laid out for you already. He'd snuck off to the bookshop earlier that afternoon to make sure everything was ready and now he could finally bring you back here. He was trying to recreate one of your dates together and have it be a nice little surprise. 

"You can open them in a second, hang on." He made sure your eyes were closed before rushing off to turn the main lights off in the store. 

"Open," Your eyes slowly fluttered open and you looked around at the shop floor letting your eyes adjust to the dim lighting. You were snuggled in between two bookshelves, a picnic blanket was on the floor surrounded by small battery-operated candles you knew what he was doing the second you saw it all. 

"Jungkook-" You looked up at him and that was when you spotted the fairy lights lining the top of the shelves to look like a starry night sky. You gasped as your eyes began to well up with tears, he was recreating a night you spent out by the river under the stars. You'd fallen asleep in his arms and he had to carry you home, it was also the night you gave him a tattoo. A small one on his arm just above the inside of his elbow, your initials.

"I got all your favourite foods as well if they're still your favourite. I mean I don't know if you changed it I heard that pregnancy can sometimes effect-" He was cut off when you kissed his lips softly to stop him from nervously rambling on about the food inside of the picnic basket. 

When you pulled away from his lips you looked into his eyes and whispered to him

"This is perfect," He began turning a bright red which made you giggle at the thought that a simple and small kiss could do that to him. It was good to know that you still had that kind of effect on him. 

"Thanks for this," You whispered again as he handed you a small plate and began to load it up with different foods you'd told him you loved before. 

Hours later you were just laying together talking over things when he asked you a question, 

"Do you remember our last date...Before I left?" You were both laying on the floor staring up at the fairy lights, your head was resting on his arm as he questioned you on random things about his time there. The date had been going amazingly so far, there were no phone calls from the boys, no one had tried to interrupt you and it just felt as though nothing had changed over the last four years. As if he hadn't been away and there was a huge fight with one another. It was exactly the way it was supposed to be. How things should have stayed if you had told him. 

"Was that the one where we came back and slept in front of the fireplace?" You questioned him as you popped a piece of popcorn into his mouth, he hummed while nodding his head at you. 

"Yeah I remember it," You started giggling as you remembered Jungkook that night. He'd been so nervous about something that he'd knocked wine all over the floor and all down your dress. 

"You covered me in red wine," You started laughing again and he nervously laughed about it scratching the back of his neck as he remembered it, 

"I was going to tell you that night that I loved you...Then I was going to come clean about who I was...I was always going to tell you, Y/n." Your heart stopped as you heard him admitting this to you. All these years you thought that he never told you because he didn't trust you or something, 

"You were?" He nodded his head as he started to play with your hair, he couldn't bring himself to look at you as he admitted all of this. 

"I was so nervous about it that I spilt drinks, my palms were sweating and I couldn't breathe. I told you when you were asleep though," He chuckled pathetically making his chest rise and fall, you turned to lay on your side facing him and put your head on his chest just laying there as you giggled softly. 

"Doesn't really count if I'm asleep," He smiled weakly as he began rubbing your lower back with his hand just enjoying his time with you while he could. 

The two of you sat there in silence for a few more seconds before you looked down at the floor beside him and bit your lip, 

"I didn't know I was pregnant when I saw you last...I said it to hurt you...I-I didn't know." He looked at you as you began to frown at the floor, 

"I knew you weren't like that so I figured as much." You sniffled a little and sat up as you looked at him seriousness coming into the atmosphere now. 

"I-I wanted to tell you but I didn't know how to get into contact with you." He watched as you seemed to look in pain as you told him this, it had been something that had been weighing on your chest for a while since you told him that and you hated yourself for doing it to him. 

"We didn't really end on good terms...I should have tried to contact you as well...I really do love you Y/n-" He stopped as he realised he said "love" instead of the past tense. It was true. He'd been in love with you since the moment he laid eyes on you, he'd never believed in love at first sight until then. He'd always had it set in his mind that when he met the love of his life he would hear alarm bells but instead of alarm bells when he met you it was the church bells and a whole choir singing loudly so he could hear and know it was you.

"I-I love you too." Your eyes were wide at first but you knew it was true, there was no one else that you could ever love more than Jungkook - other than Areum but that was a different kind of love. There was no one else in the world that was more perfect for you. 

It happened suddenly, you were laid below Jungkook as he kissed you passionately, his hands keeping him pressed above you while your hands worked their way into his hair. 

"I love you," He whispered against your lips as he kissed you again, you giggled pulling him down closer to your lips. 

"I love you too," He smirked hearing the words leave your mouth he never wanted you to stop saying them to him, 

"Say it again," He whined out desperately as you pulled back from the kiss to look him in the eyes.

"I love you Jeon Jungkook," He smiled brightly bringing you into another kiss, the sparks from before all still there. The same church bells and choir singing loudly for him to know that this was real, this is where his heart belonged.

An intense makeout session lead to you sitting on the floor of the book shop now holding a stick and poke tattoo kit Jungkook had brought along with him again, just like the first time you gave him a tattoo. 

"This is insane, you can go and get a real one Guk." You looked at him nervously and he shook his head waiting for you to just tattoo him. This meant more to him than going to have a real one done, 

"I want you to be the one to do this," He admitted as he handed you everything you needed. He'd show you what he wanted done on his arm, 

"Where?" You questioned looking at Areum's name written in a fancy font on a piece of paper. He stripped out of his shirt to reveal his tattooed arms and you couldn't help but look at them all. Wanting to know every story to each and every one of them but then your eyes found his first one. The small one that you'd done before, 

"I want it here," He whispered pointing to the blank space below your initials on his arm, as soon as you saw the initials you felt a warm feeling spread all over your body.

"Y-You didn't cover it?" He shook his head as your eyes welled up with tears, the thought of him keeping a part of you with him all the time made you want to cry. 

"I-I kept your shirt..." You admitted as your tears began to leave your eyes, your vision returning to normal as you took hold of the kit and got ready to tattoo him. He had a huge smile on his face as he thought about you snuggled into his shirt whenever you missed him or something. 

"You're sure?" You questioned as you held his arm in your hand referring to the tattoo once again, 

"Positive," With that you began inking his arm with the tools while holding him steady, apologising every three seconds in case it was hurting him too much.

"It's perfect," He whispered as you applied some tattoo goo he'd brought along with him before placing the tattoo under some cling film to keep it protected for the first night. 

"Just like her," You whispered as you stared at your handy work, it looked really good to say you'd only ever done small ones before. 

"She is," Jungkook chuckled while holding your hand in his. The air was silent but it wasn't the awkward kind, it was just a nice silenced between you both before he began leaning into you again. 

"Say it again." He begged as he looked into your eyes. You knew what he was talking about without him saying it, it was all he ever wanted to hear from now on. 

"No, I've said it all night." You groaned jokingly as you tried to push him away from you but he dragged you to sit on his lap and whispered it in your ear as he kisses your neck softly. 

"Say it," He begged while kissing down your jaw, each kiss making you needier each second. 

"Say it." He growled pulling you down on his lap harder making you whimper, this time it was an order and you pushed your hands into his hair whimpering as he kissed your neck.

"I, Y/n Y/l/n love you, Jeon Jungkook." He smirked before kissing up to your lips and kissing you roughly, you bit down on his lip playfully earning a groan from him and you giggled. 

"Fuck, I love you too, I love you so much Y/n," He whimpered as he laid your down below him on the floor, you wrapped your legs around his waist not wanting him to go away just yet but he didn't. He ran his tongue along your bottom lip and you granted him access, allowing his tongue to explore your mouth while you sucked on it a little bit. He ground his hips down into you while smirked, you moaned as you felt how hard he was behind the jeans he was wearing. 

"Needy?" You teased running your hand down the front of his chest before palming him through the rough fabric of his pants, 

"Very." He grunted as you began to undo his belt buckle, pushing him to lay down on the floor as you worked your way out of his jeans. 

"W-What are you doing-" He groaned loudly as you took him from his boxer and began massaging him in your hand, he was so much bigger than you remembered and his tip was bright red. 

"So needy baby," You cooed at him before looking up into his eyes, he watched you, infatuated with what you were going to do. 

"P-Please-" Your tongue began licking small but fast strokes on his head, paying more attention to his slit which was already dripping with precum. You placed the tip into your mouth sucking him clean while he threw his head back against the floor and moaned out your name. 

"Fuck please...I-I need more," You looked up at him while pumping him in your hand, he looked so breathtaking laid out for you like this. Needy and begging for you, you licked the underside of his cock from base to tip making sure to coat him in enough salvia so you could glide him in and out of your mouth with his but he moaned out as soon as you touched him. 

"Shit baby-" As soon as your mouth was around his cock it was as if a switch had gone off in his mind, he was no longer the whining and begging boy he'd just been for you but now he was grunted and finding it hard to control himself. 

You could see he was debating taking your head in his hands so you reached for his hands while you bobbed your head slowly, you placed his hands into your hair and nodded slight giving him the all-clear to take over. 

"Fuck I love you so fucking much." He forced your head down until your nose was pressed against his groin, you held back the gag and tears wanting him to feel as much pleasure as possible and he moaned out. Moving your head softly with his hands as he began to buck up into your mouth, 

"So fucking warm, I bet you're dripping aren't you." He smirked watching the way you avoided his gaze, he continued thrusting into your mouth as you whined out around him sending vibrations through his body. 

"Fuck, pull off baby, pull off," You pulled away and a sad expression appeared on your face, you wiped your lips instantly thinking you'd done something wrong when he attacked you with hungry kisses. Ripping your shirt open before removing your skirt in what seemed like one movement. You were left in your black panties and matching bra, 

"Expecting something tonight?" He chuckled while playing with the band of your panties, you shook your head so he ripped the panties off throwing the thin fabric somewhere in the shop. 

"Jungkook! That was my only good pair." He pushed you down onto the floor, pulling your ass into the air while keeping your chest flat on the floor. 

"I'll buy you some new ones," He whispered as he bent down to admire your core, smirking as he watched just how wet you were. 

"You always were so needy for me," He smirked running one finger over your folds making your hips buck for more but he held you in place, 

"If you're a good girl, good things will come." He placed a kiss on your core making you whine out and close your eyes tightly. 

"Please," You practically begged him and so he pushed his tongue into you making your eyes widen at the feeling, it had been so long since you'd had anything nearly as passionate as this. He hummed into your cunt before swirling his tongue inside of you, using his thumb to attack your clit. 

"So fucking wet, you taste so good baby girl," The name made you clench around his two fingers that were buried knuckle deep inside of you. 

"You like that? You like it when I call you baby girl?" He questioned pushing his fingers in and out of you roughly while you whimpered below him not being able to form words from the feeling of him.

"I'm taking that as a yes," He chuckled wickedly before pushing his tongue back into your cunt, moaning into your whenever you'd clench around his tongue. 

"Ugh shit, Jungkook!" You screamed out gripping onto the blanket below you as you came unexpectedly and out of nowhere onto his tongue. Your body slipped leaving you to lay down on the blanket, your ass still in the air just a little, 

"Good girl," He whispered turning you around to face him, you licked your lips as you roughly brought him down into another kiss trying to position him between your legs. You wanted to feel him inside of you, you wanted to feel him filling your walls up the way he used to.

"U-Agh fucking Jesus," Jungkook moaned as he slowly pushed into you, he kept himself steady holding himself in place at your hilt as you tried to adjust to him again. You could feel every inch of him inside of you which already made your head spin at the thought of it. The number of times you'd brought yourself to the edge just thinking about him touching you instead of yourself was never enough. You could never make yourself feel the way he was making you feel right now.

"M-Move," You whispered to him before kissing him roughly again, he followed your orders and began to push in and out of you slowly at first making you moan into his mouth. 

"So tight," He grunted taking your right leg and putting it over his shoulder, the sudden movement making you cry out in pleasure as he hit you deeper than before. 

"T-There, T-There! Right there." You repeated as he continued to hit you at that same spot over and over again making you cry out, you ran your nails down his bare back and he smirked as you clenched with each thrust. 

"That's it, baby, let me feel you do that again." He roughly slammed into you holding himself in place and you screamed out his name rolling your head back and arching your back off the floor. 

"JUNGKOOK!" Nothing could compare to this, he continued to roughly hit into that spot that made your eyes roll back and the fairy lights look like real stars. 

"F-Faster...M-More, need more." You whimpered wanting him to hit that exact spot more and more with each thrust and he moaned back at you as he began to change his pace. Swiftly pushing in and out of you roughly watching the way your head rolled back and you moaned out his name. 

"S-Shit baby, I- I can't keep this up." He admitted as he began rubbing your clit with his thumb and your whole body began to shake, your thighs aching as you could feel the pressing orgasm begin to rise up in your body.

"C-Cum...I-I wanna cum...F-Feel you cum," Your sentence was a mess as were you but you were begging for him to cum and to let you cum. 

"Together?" He whispered while kissing you softly not matching his thrusts which were still rough and quick, you managed to nod while moaning out his name and he smirked feeling you getting closer with him. 

"S-Shit," You cried out as his thumb began to rub your clit in rougher circles, tugging on it a little making you whimper and gasp as your orgasm began to build. The tightness in your stomach grew tighter until you snapped around him, your legs wrapping around his waist to hold him deep inside of you as you came around his length. 

"Jungkook, shit." You whimpered out as he kissed you roughly, cumming into you as you held him deep, your walls clenching around him even after you came down from your high. 

The fireplace was crackling as you laid in front of it, naked and sprawled out beside Jungkook who was sweating from the activities you'd just done again for the sixth time that night. There was one thing playing on your minds though, one lingering thought that neither of you wanted to talk about but had to talk about sooner or later. That was about him going home. Going to Korea.

"We have to talk about something," He whispered as you laid your head down on his sweaty chest nodding along to him, you knew what was coming. 

"I have to go soon...But I don't want this to end...I don't want to be away from you and Areum." The thought had crossed your mind about how this would all work out, being in different countries while you shared a daughter and were hopelessly in love with one another.

"I don't want to be away from you either." You admitted as you looked up into his eyes, resting your chin on his chest as you stared into his eyes. 

"W-Well what- What if you-" You knew what he was trying to say and ask of you and again the thought had crossed your mind, all of the positives about it but then all of the negatives came along with it. 

"Move to Korea?" You questioned to make sure you were on the same page as him. He nodded his head slowly while linking your hands with his and starting at you sadly, 

"I-I wouldn't know how to do that...W-What if things go bad between us what-"

"Ignore the what-ifs, this...This is perfect. What we have it right..." You knew he was right on that part, there was nothing that could happen between you and Jungkook that could break you apart anymore. You were hopelessly in love with him and nothing was ever going to change that.

"I wouldn't know how to move to another country...I-I don't even speak much Korean, how would Areum go to school." You sat up as you panicked thinking about everything but Jungkook took your arms in his hands and shook his head. 

"We can fix that, I can make things work...She can be homeschooled, We can look into visa's and stuff." He whispered trying to reassure you that everything would be okay, the longer he held you the more you knew it was the right thing to do and the more you thought that nothing could go wrong with this, with him by your side. 

"I suppose there are lots of huge book stores in Korea I could get a job in..." He smiled brightly as he heard you calming down and began to talk about what you could do there. You'd always expressed your love for travelling and you'd never been before.

"I-I'll have to talk to Areum about it and Grace...I'll need to find someone that will take the shop..." You began planning out what was going to happen in your head but Jungkook just brought you into a soft and loving kiss as he pulled you close to him again. 

"Everything will work out, I promise." He whispered as he leant down to kiss you once again, running his hands up your sides as he got excited over the thought of getting to live out the rest of his life with you.

A/n: This fic was super short and sweet but I hope you guys enjoyed it!  Thank you to those who took the time to read it! I hope you can enjoy any future works I aim to put out 🥰💞 It will probably be a while until my next series as I’m working on a Stray Kids Minho one!

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You don’t like me when I’m angry (part 2)

Shangqi x Reader

A/N: Part 2 of <You don’t like me when I’m angry> Characters that I came up with are fictional and are not related to real people! I hope the flow is good as well! Did get some ideas from this webtoon, <Unholy Blood> that I was reading and I thought, hey why not right? Again, please enjoy! Hope it did not disappoint🙇🏽‍♀️

Genre: PG 13

Warnings: Maybe just watch out for a bit of detailed descriptions of injuries and the fighting. I tried to insert some themes like coping methods because honestly a superhero life isn’t all unicorns and rainbows - especially when most of them have morals.

‘When all this is over, I’m going to kill you!’ I scream over the bullets that were flying over our heads as we ducked behind the walls for cover. 

‘Why me? It was Katy’s idea!’ Shangqi retorts back, clearly feeling the injustice from the death stare. ‘Ok fine! Kill me all you want after this but we have a big furry problem on hand?’ He takes another shot at the group of henchmen with the rings he had inherited from his father. I slowly loose my vision, as the iris in my eyes turned orange. 

Shangqi sees you transforming into your alter ego and if you weren’t feeling murderous towards the mob boss, it was probably the most beautiful thing he saw. Skin ablaze, he wonders if that was the reason for your high tolerance in general. Meanwhile, more henchmen poured into the tiny hallway like cockroaches. Clearly he and Katy did not think about this in their plan - just how many of them were they?

‘I’ll cover you! Get to Gor before he kills the ambassdor’s family!’ He takes a deep breath, focusing all his energy on the rings to give the strongest blast he could. That was the signal. Breaking out into a sprint, I flew across the bodies that were stacked against each other before coming to a stop at the staircase where Katy was with the ambassador’s wife and child who were both inconsolable 

‘Gor’s got the older kid!’ Katy yelled over the siren from outside. Shit. The police were here. ‘Get them out and help Shangqi, I’ll meet you guys as soon as I can!’ Heck with property damage, a kid’s life was at stake. Charging up as much energy as I could, I broke through the wooden celling, arriving at the rooftop in record time to see Gor dragging the poor kid by the collar. 

‘Stop where you are RIGHT NOW!’ I threw a fireball at his shoulder as a warning. The werewolf stops, turning around menacingly to face me. ‘Let the kid go, they have nothing to do with this.’ 

Minus the kid’s sobbing, the atmosphere was deadly quiet. I didn’t dare to move from my spot least it triggered him. ‘Look, whatever you want, I’m pretty sure the ambassador has it,’ I tried a last ditch attempt reasoning with him, voice strangled in fear. ‘So please, I can stay with you until he gets here. Let the kid go.’ Why I was reasoning with a bloodthirsty werewolf, I had no idea myself.

‘You Avengers…’ Blood was dripping from his fangs. ‘Always so noble. But you see, do you really think that money was all I wanted?’ He pushes the kid over the ledge, cutting their right arm in the process. 

‘NO!’ I ran towards the edge, thinking of the worst. I think of Katy’s words back in the sanctum. More like the Avengers causing an international incident. Instead I see Shangqi carrying the confused kid who was covered in foam - from one of Katy’s trick arrows. The ‘chains’ are no longer holding me back. Gor laughs behind me. Now he’s really done it. 

‘I don’t know why you think this is funny,’ both my fists turned into fire. ‘But that’s ok. I’ll wipe that smirk of your face myself.’ 

The werewolf crazed look tells me that Gor is long gone together with the concept of reality. ‘You should have seen them... ha! The screaming men, women and children... their young blood doesn’t fail to disappoint...’ 

My fist came into contact with his jaw, breaking a few bones along the way. The large figure flies back and slams into the entrance of the staircase. Not giving him a chance to react, my arm replicates a sword on fire. ‘You... you killed children... innocent lives and FOR WHAT!’ I felt my body temperature going past the normal range, heart about to beat out of my chest. ‘I’m going to make you feel what they felt.’ 

Plunging the sword into his chest, the werewolf thrashed around violently, howling in pain. Screams echoing around me, it only made me dig the sword in deeper. ‘You won’t die, you’ll just experience what you did to them but ten times worse. I told you. You won’t like me when I’m angry G-’

‘(Y/N)!’ 

I wanted to stop but this odd thrill told me to continue. Shangqi places a hand on what used to be my forearm, bringing me back to my senses. ‘He killed children.’ My voice came out in nothing more of a whisper. ‘HE KILLED CHILDREN FOR SPORT!’ My rage about to hit the roof.

‘I know and I’ll probably roast him alive if I could too,’ he makes an attempt to soothe my anger. ‘But we’re done here. Please don’t do anything you’ll regret. Please.’ My vision slowly returns to normal as I look into his brown ones, removing the sword from the half conscious Gor. I signaled for Shangqi to give me a few more seconds as I bent down to Gor’s eye level. 

‘Remember my face. Remember my name. Because you won’t like me when I’m angry.’ 

I allowed myself to be led away by Shangqi as the cops started to storm the building. ‘Remind me to never get on your bad side. Like ever.’ He gives me a small smile.

We made our way down to meet Katy at the back alley. ‘I can never get angry at you Shangqi in case if you haven’t noticed yet.’ I put my hood up, walking into the open. ‘Katy on the other hand...’ 

‘THE HELL IS THE MATTER WITH BOTH OF YOU?’ She jabs her finger into my arm. ‘I have to take care of one reckless idiot already I don’t need another one.’ As if forgetting that she was mad at me a few seconds earlier, she launches herself into me, giving me a bear hug. ‘Please don’t do that again,’ she mutters into my shoulder as I patted her head, looking at Shangqi quizzically. Just go along with it, he mouths.

On queue, the golden portal opens with Wong waiting on the other side. He takes a moment to register our disheveled appearances, including the bloodstains on my face.

‘Please just ask the spider kid to do it next time,’ Katy dumps her gear unceremoniously onto the sofa. ‘Nearly tore my ligament trying to fight Gor’s right hand man.’ Again, Wong doesn’t say anything, staring at me as I focused on my hands.

He’s going to tell me I shouldn’t have lost my cool. The gravity of the situation finally had set in. Great, I won’t be able to go on missions with Shangqi and Katy next time. Maybe I should tell- Shangqi’s hands quietly wraps around mine, somehow knowing the chaos that was happening in my brain.

‘Right,’ Wong coughs, breaking the silence. ‘Go home, get some rest, see you back here tomorrow morning.’ The two were about to retort back, but quickly clamped their mouths shut when they saw Wong’s expression. It wasn’t open for negotiation. He creates two separate portals, one for Katy and Shangqi each.

‘(Y/n), a word please.’ Shangqi grips my hand, as if asking if I wanted him to stay. ‘It’s ok, go back and get some rest. I won’t be long.’ He hesitates for a moment, before going back home. ‘Call me.’ And the portal closes.

‘I saw what happened today.’ My eyes widened in surprise. Crap, there was no escaping this one. I bowed my head in shame, ‘I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have lose my cool. It was completely unprofessional of me but please don’t take me off missions with Katy and Shangqi.’

‘Take you off?’ Wong starts to chuckle to my bewilderment. ‘No (y/n), no one is taking you off anything. Maybe you should have kept your anger in check, but no one under your circumstances could have kept their cool. Just take a look at Strange.’ I unknowingly let out a snort.

‘What I do want to tell you is that if you have anything… even if you don’t wish to tell me, you have Shangqi and Katy. Good communication is essential for good teamwork.’

Wong was right. Whatever demons that I had inside of me, I projected them onto Shangqi. Given my abilities, it’s downright dangerous. Who knows what would have happened if he didn’t manage to defuse the situation as quickly as he did. I could have killed him and maybe everyone around the vicinity too.

Wong starts to create a portal back to home. ‘I shall not hold you back any longer (y/n), get some rest and good luck.’ I stepped into the portal, taking a deep breath to prepare myself for what I’m about to do next.

‘(Y/n)! Are you alright?’ Shangqi gets up from his bed while Katy snaps out of her trance. ‘What did Wong ask you? Don’t tell me he chewed you out for what you did back there?’ The questions came in a flurry. I look at their anxious faces, confident that my decision was the right choice.

‘No he didn’t, it’s all good. But maybe I just want to tell you guys something that I’ve been waiting to tell for a while.’

No doubt, it was going to be a long night. But rather than running away from today’s situation, I knew that I had to face it head on. And if it was of any comfort, one thing that I was sure about -

Is that I would never be alone.

A/N: Hoho~ part 2 is done! I have no idea what is that ending but it was the first thing that came to my mind so…😅 I think the whole premise of this two part story is essentially a reminder not to keep things to myself and know that there are loved ones who are supporting and cheering me on. And I don’t know… I think it’s something we could all use in this day and age! Again, thanks for reading both parts and please like and comment if you wish!🥰 More content and possibly different characters will be coming your way soon!

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i don't really have an explanation (iv.)

Percy didn’t let go of Annabeth’s hands once they entered in the apartment. It’s not that he thought she couldn’t defend herself if need be, but he didn’t fully trust his classmates -at least, not drunk. He hadn’t wanted to come to the party, but his friends had convinced him that, as part of the swim team, he couldn’t escape socializing forever. He was happy enough with his small circle of friends, but they had let him know that, while they were also happy being just the four of them, they wouldn’t mind surrounding themselves with the popular crowd every once in a while. Percy had felt a little bit guilty because of denying them that, and Annabeth had told him that going out once wouldn’t hurt. He had decided to trust her (he’d been doing that for years and that was the only reason as to why he was still alive), and thus had told Chris Parker, his team’s captain, that he would maybe show up at his party that weekend. It was Halloween, after all, and he felt a little bit silly staying at home during his senior year of high school. He knew high school parties could get a little bit wild, but the moment the door opened and music filled his ears, he was starting to regret his decision.

‘’I know that this is my first party and all that, but are guys supposed to walk around shirtless? Are they even pretending to wear a costume?’’ Annabeth asked to no one in particular, raising her eyebrows.

‘’We’re talking about the sport jocks,’’ Kayla reminded her with a pointed look, pulling at her cheerleader uniform; she'd never be caught dead with one of this seriously, but her sister had been a cheerleader years ago and Kayla wasn't about to spend forty dollars on a costume she would never wear again.

‘’Hey!’’ Percy exclaimed. These were his teammates, after all (he could also recognise some of the guys from the soccer team and some cheerleaders arounds, and he was pretty sure there were also some marching band kids, but he wasn’t about to point that out, since that would only support Kayla’s point).

‘’Don’t act all offended,’’ Annabeth told him, ‘’you spend half of your time at camp shirtless as well.’’

‘’I spend half of my time at camp at the beach, and the rest of my time I’m sweating my ass off because of you or Clarisse, so be thankful I’m wearing my shirt that half of the time and I don’t go to the dining pavilion naked.’’

‘’While most of Cabin 10 wouldn’t probably mind, Mr. D would turn you into a dolphin the moment he saw your naked butt.’’

‘’That he would,’’ Percy answered, laughing as he let go of her hand to wrap his arm around her shoulder. He leaned into her ear playfully and said, ‘’don’t tell anyone, but I miss the guy.’’

His friends looked at them as if they were crazy, but knew better than to question them.

‘’I need something to drink,’’ Matthew told the group. ‘’Do you want anything?’’

Percy and Annabeth shook their heads, choosing to wait before drinking anything at all (Percy also didn’t want to explain to his friends why he didn’t drink alcohol, and Annabeth knew that). Louis said something that sounded foreign to Percy -seriously, a vodka with a twist on the rocks? Couldn’t he simply say vodka? And did he really have to order it with a twist? He’d never understand rich kids-, and Matthew gave him a thumbs up, which was the only thing he could do with the foam cheer gloves he was wearing along with his baseball player costume.

‘’I’ll come with you,’’ Kayla said, looping her arm around his and dragging him across the hall.

Percy looked around the party, trying to decide what to do. He didn’t have to look at Annabeth to know she was doing the same thing, and he also knew she felt more uncomfortable than he did, since she knew nobody but him and his friends.

‘’I just wanted to let you know you made me lose a bet,’’ Louis suddenly said.

They looked questioningly at him and he pointed at them and their clothes.

‘’I had bet that you wouldn’t wear matching costumes,’’ he said. ‘’I didn’t take you for the kind of couple who does, even if you are all lovey-dovey. You both seem too mature for that.’’

‘’We didn’t plan it,’’ Annabeth told him. ‘’I mean, we both knew we’d be wearing this, but we didn’t really plan it. Percy didn’t know if he wanted to come until the last minute and we had no costumes at home, and we both suck at any kind of DIY. We had this at home from before.’’

‘’From before?’’ Louis asked, an eyebrow raised.

‘’We organised a Greek party at camp once,’’ Percy quickly said. ‘’We kept the clothes in case, and they have thankfully come in handy. An actual toga looks more dignified than a sheet, which was what my mum thought we’d be wearing when we told her about this.’’

‘’You have knifes from before?’’

Annabeth laughed and looked at the knife strapped to her arm. She had used the Mist to make sure her dagger stayed like one and Percy had complained that he couldn’t do that. She had then reminded him that walking around with a three-feet-long bronze sword wouldn’t be the wisest thing to do, considering that, if he were to hit somebody accidentally with it, everyone would know it wasn’t plastic when it simply moved through them, which was why he was weaponless.

‘’Who says it’s not a real knife?’’ Annabeth asked enigmatically.

Before Louis could say anything else, Annabeth pulled Percy forward with her and moved towards the dance floor. She could see Louis’s confused face as he walked to the kitchen to find the rest of the group and laughed lightly before wrapping her arms around Percy’s neck.

‘’You shouldn’t do that,’’ Percy told her, but he was definitely holding back a smile. ‘’His head is going to explode one day if you keep making those kinds of comments.’’

‘’It’s not my fault mortals are so easy to fool.’’

He finally smiled widely and brought her closer, his hands on her waist. Annabeth breathed a sigh of relief -between exams, monsters and the typical anxiousness that all demigods carried whenever they stepped onto the street, being at a party with her boyfriend and worrying about nothing at all was a godsend. She could feel Percy’s smile against her hair, since he was laying his cheek on her head, and she could also hear his heartbeat, her ear pressed against his chest. It didn’t matter to them that the song was definitely not a slow one, and so they swayed slowly to the rhythm of a song that definitely required more moving. Percy knew people were looking at them; not everyone knew he had a girlfriend, even if he wasn’t particularly secretive about it, and they made quite a striking pair in their white togas with golden details, golden tiaras and leather sandals.

‘’I love you,’’ he whispered, and Annabeth was amazed at the way he managed to make it sound romantic even in the middle of a techno song.

‘’I know,’’ she answered softly. ‘’I love you, too.’’

When the song finally ended, they separated; it’s not as if they had actually been paying attention to the music playing, but tuning out two loud songs and managing to dance for so long was too much for two people with ADHD.

‘’Shall we go to the kitchen to get some water?’’ Annabeth asked.

Percy nodded and threw his arm around her shoulder again, her arm automatically moving to wrap around his waist. It had made her uncomfortable at the beginning of the relationship how Percy always wanted to be touching her, since she didn’t fully understand why. She had always been the one to hold his hand when she was scared, and it had taken her a while to realise it was because he didn’t want to make her uncomfortable and he never truly believed that she could like him back. Now that Percy knew she loved him just as much as he loved her, his body always found a way to make sure he was touching her; even during the hot summer nights they spent together after the Giant War, he had always managed to wrap his leg around hers or to lay his hand on top of her hip while he slept.

They were greeted by his tipsy friends when they reached the kitchen, who thankfully didn’t question it when Annabeth simply grabbed a bottle of water and Percy a can of coke. Percy was happy with his life at the moment; things might not have been perfect, but they were better than they had been in a long time. His friends liked his girlfriend, nobody was trying to kill him on the regular (he didn’t even care about random monsters anymore; no god or Titan going specifically after him? Are you kidding? A dream ), he was about to have a baby sister, and he hadn’t exploded his school yet. Looking around the group of people surrounding him, he felt a sense of normalcy that he had longed for for a while. Matthew was talking about a different girl he had fallen in love with - ‘’I’m telling you, man, she is the one’’ -, and Kayla was mocking him while Louis laughed quietly and Annabeth laughed with him. He pressed a kiss at the top of Annabeth’s head and brought her even closer, relishing the situation. Of course, good things never lasted forever.

‘’Hey, blondie!’’ John Robinson’s voice called. He tried to grab her arm, but Percy pushed her closer when he felt her slipping away. She didn’t move away from him, but did turn to face John with a steely look in her eyes.

She said nothing, simply arching an eyebrow and defying him to say anything else. Had he been sober, he would have probably walked away -at least, Percy hoped so, since the guy was an asshole, but not stupid-, but he was, very clearly, drunk.

‘’Mind your mouth, Robinson,’’ Percy threateningly said. He saw his friends straightening up from the periphery of his eye, aware that this could lead to something ugly.

‘’You know, blondie, you scared me pretty badly the other day at the meet,’’ he said, slurring his words, ‘’but it was so hot that I jerked off to it when I got home.’’

‘’That’s enough,’’ Percy exclaimed, moving forward and raising his fist before being pulled back by Annabeth.

‘’Stop it!’’ she yelled. She turned to look at him and put one hand on his chest, the other holding his hand and forcing him to look at her before she whispered, ‘’I can do this myself. Besides, you don’t want to be taken off the team.’’

She turned again to look at the laughing John, who was now making fun of Percy. They had attracted a crowd and people were anxiously whispering, both excited and afraid of a fight breaking out.

‘’Man, she must be really good in the bedroom for you to be so submissive.’’

‘’If you don’t shut up, you’ll be breathing through your mouth for the next six weeks,’’ she calmly said.

‘’Oh, come on, blondie, are you being tough because you know it turns me on?’’

He raised his hand to touch her hair, but Annabeth used her left hand to push his arm away and, then, raised her right fist and punched him in the nose. He fell backwards, holding his nose and screaming in pain. His voice was the only one in the kitchen; everyone had gone silent the moment he tried to touch her, expectant of what was about to happen.

‘’You bitch!’’

‘’Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, you big baby,’’ she said, not even holding her hand or caring about her knuckles. She bent down and smiled happily, patting his foot. ’’Be thankful I didn’t dislocate your shoulder, because that’s my speciality. You can ask Percy. It turns him on when I’m tough, too, but, unlike you, he actually gets to do something about it.’’

She stood up and searched for Percy’s hand blindly, who had already extended it to take hers before she was even up. There was still an angry look in his eyes, but there was a troublemaker smile that she adored adorning his face.

‘’Do you want to stay for another song, or should we go home?’’ She asked, ignoring the glances everyone was sending them.

‘’Home,’’ Percy said, smiling. ‘’Definitely home.’’

They started moving towards the door, people moving to let them pass. Just before they were out of the kitchen, Annabeth turned around and smiled sweetly at his friends.

‘’Are you coming?’’

Silently, they followed them, making a mental note not to bother Annabeth or Percy if they didn’t want to end up with a broken nose. Once they were out on the street, Annabeth broke out laughing, and Percy followed. Matthew, Kayla and Louis couldn’t help but laugh as well, and they knew they looked like a group of drunk teenagers, but they didn’t really care.

‘’That was even better than when you judo flipped me,’’ Percy said once he calmed down, using his finger to dry the tears off his face.

Annabeth laughed and elbowed him on the side before pressing her face against his chest. His arm was once again around her shoulders, and they looked just as happy as they had when they had first arrived at the party.

‘’What an uneventful night, though,’’ Annabeth said quite seriously, but with a soft smile on her face.

Percy hummed and nodded, and his friends couldn’t help but wonder what was an eventful night for them. They knew, however, not to ask anymore.

[yamanaka-shin]

SuiKa! :D

OKAY FINALLY TIME TO BREAK INTO THIS

- who's the cuddler?

both of them are guilty of this but it's on purpose on his behalf yet accidental on hers. Suigetsu is an odd person and super obnoxious but gets wicked dedicated to the few loved ones he manages to get for himself and sticks like glue to them. he has never actually been afraid of Karin despite her being foaming at the mouth rabid. nor would he ever fight back physically. the second this fucker finds out the whole life story that led to her joining Orochimaru it would kind of stick with him though he'd not bring it up for worry that it'll cause even more problems. it slowly shifts his view of her over the years from someone who's just made to be violent by design to someone who has had to be that way to survive. and he respects the fact that despite everything bad that's happened, she's still around, and yeah she's entitled to be as prickly as she wants. when they actually manage to fall into a relationship that would genuinely make people wonder, should anyone actually find it out, that would be when he'd get more touchy and cuddly with her. she puts up with it only half the time. Karin, on the other hand, will cuddle up to him in bed or when she's tired in general or after some kind of big event happens that could be called an emergency, so something physically and emotionally draining, because it's nice to have someone to lean on. however. the second she catches herself doing that with him she'll correct it very quickly. won't hit him, maybe just shoot a disgraced look and say nothing, and pull away from him. it gets better with time though it does take YEARS before either of them are on the same page.

- who makes the bed?

when either of them care about something so trivial, it's absolutely Karin. and she'll give him hell about it but not actually put any malice behind the words. this fucker spent literal years in a tank of water during his formative years. and after that they were criminals on the run. who KNOWS how he grew up before being captured. so he gets a pass for this. even if it's annoying in the moment every time she decides to fix the sheets and blanket. he is willing to help out later in life though, readily without being asked, since he learns the small things that make life easier for her and he'd rather see her feeling better than feeling irritated or unhappy.

- who wakes up first?

they're both early risers. he's never been one to sleep on since as a kid he was often up with the sun in order to train with or go on missions with Mangetsu. Suigetsu is not lazy even if he's kind of a coward sometimes. and the sort of pleasure seeking he is would be the kind you get from committing violence, not the kind you get from staying in bed all day. Karin doesn't really have a reason to be up early. it's just how she is. he's not complaining because if she's not busy she'll maybe watch him practice with one of his swords or they'll bullshit talk back and forth to pass the time until they have something to do. they're better company to each other in the morning before the day has really begun, at least for the first few years.

- who has the weirder taste in music?

- you cannot tell me it wouldn't be Suigetsu. Kiri nin are already built different, and that includes the shit they enjoy. Karin is normal in few ways but I feel like this is one of those ways. plus, he's an Aquarius, aka the king of weird. HOWEVER. she's a Gemini. and a Gem/Aqua relationship means they feed into each other's weird habits and bullshit. eventually she's listening to his weird music and knows all the damn lyrics.

- who is more protective?

If you put one goddamn finger on Karin, Suigetsu will kill you. no warning no words no hesitation. you will be a stain on the dirt. this fucker goes hard, truly ride or die, for the ones who matter to him. and if they're Together then it's even more severe. can't lose her like he lost Mangetsu, now can he? canonically even though he's a little bitch he did miss the amount of noise that came with having her around aka the noise that comes from their arguing and her weird comments about Sasuke. give it enough time and a better atmosphere and I'm sure the sort of protective feelings that would spring up would be legendary. I've said to Des before. I want him to teach her swordsmanship so she'll always be able to defend herself since yes she CAN kick ass but her offensive skills are still kinda lacking. gotta help build on those. in the case he isn't around to beat any asses that put her in danger and no one else he can trust is around either.

- who sings in the shower

- again they both do this shit. though with him it's even funnier because he could fucking literally melt and you'd not see anyone in the shower while it's going but you'd HEAR him. suddenly your house is haunted and the ghost is enjoying a nice shower. ahhhh that's not a ghost that's just a wet bitch from Kirigakure, my bad. it's simply a quirk he picks up over time. and probably from her, no less, because she absolutely does it all the time. and he'll laugh at her when he goes to greet her as soon as she's out. but it's not malicious, he's just trying to rile her up. it works. but also he picks up the habit from her. good way to pass the time. these two pick up A LOT from each other, in fact. Air Sign Solidarity.

- who cries during movies?

- VERY much Karin. overly emotional Uzumaki habits show vividly in her. even if she pretends to be this cocky bitch around people she's not fond of, the second she's in her comfort zone the Uzumaki just jumps out. and a good emotional act of terrorism aka a sad movie will get her going. which is why she prefers to watch alone. no one needs to see that kind of display, mind your business.

- who spends the most while out shopping?

- these two are criminals so they steal at least half the shit they own. however, if they can't get away with it at all, it's Karin. and usually on non-essential items. because she's a bit of a decadent bitch. proud of her. live your best life, my love. Suigetsu still opts to steal even if he might get caught. though you can bet in the past he's had moments of filling the fridge fill of yogurt he bought because he went shopping while hungry. they got him a personal mini fridge for future incidents of this.

- who kisses more roughly?

he's tempted as hell to do this but actually neither of them do. he's aware, eventually, of her trauma involving being bitten and how rough people have been with her against her wishes. so he tries not to go overboard even if it takes some maneuvering with those lethal teeth. and she's super passionate sure but in love I feel like she'd melt so easily at a display of romance. hungry and sorta rough kisses happen sometimes, but it's not her norm. every one in a while they'll go a little feral on each other though, as long as it's discussed beforehand.

- who is more dominant?

two words. Uzumaki Karin. for all of his crazy, Suigetsu doesn't like to get involved with things and battles he knows he can't win or get an advantage in. and frankly? letting her be dominant is sexy to him. she's turned her rabid aggression into serious devotion and that does things to him. someone so capable of violence being so capable, too, of tenderness...and only for him? oh lord. yeah he has no arguments here. it's hot.

- how I rate this ship?

- this is a fucking 777/10 should have been canon and I still pray it WILL be some fucking how this is my otp that's tied with SaiIno it means everything to me

[jaeyleo]

5 and 8, with Marvin and anybody :]

Restrained by caretaker.

“Stop touching me!!”

Marvin and Jonathan!

tws: hallucinations and delusions, mentions of child death (no kids die in this), slight gore. lmk if i should add more!

. . .

Shoes pounding on the ground. Heart pounding in his chest.

Jonathan races through the streets, tearing through every block as if each one is smaller than the last. The terror that courses through him is enough to keep him going. Enough to make his eyes glow scarlet. Enough to make him cry. There is a reason to his running.

A black wolf, eyes yellow as the sun. Teeth sharp as swords. It’s claws hit the ground with each step it takes, heavy and hard and loud in the child’s ears. He feels like prey. He feels as though he is a deer, he is everything Pseudo says he is. He’s just Bambi, just a great wolf’s food.

Jonathan takes a sharp turn down the block and finds himself in an empty street. It’s filled with trees and cars and lights, white fences and trimmed lawns. It’s a perfect suburban picture, perfect for the crime scene photos. Will the children here ride their bikes through his blood stains, not knowing what the red is from? Will the parents here try to power wash the ick off their perfectly paved sidewalks? He wonders how much of him will stick in the cracks, and how much will run into the sewer drain at the end of Penny Lane.

Out of a desperate need for safety, Jonathan clambers over a fence and into the backyard of one of the residents. A playhouse sits in the grass, and without a second thought, he rushes inside and shuts the flimsy plastic door. Perhaps he will be safe here. Perhaps he should have broken inside the real house.

The wolf enters the yard, snarling and growling low. Foam drips from his mouth as its paws press into the grass, one by one, stepping closer and closer to the playhouse. The mud seeps between its toes and leaves a trail of paw prints. Giant, ugly paw prints.

Jonathan cannot breathe. Bambi cannot move. His hand comes over his mouth, and his form turns invisible. Not even a shadow casts upon his body.

But a wolf doesn’t need its eyes to see where the food is, does it?

The little dear watches the wolf creep closer and closer. Its form reaches far above the little house, its wide stance and hearty muscles enough to cast a large shadow in the moonlight.

Bambi’s life flickers before his eyes. Is this truly his last moment alive? Afraid and alone inside a child’s playhouse?

He wants his Uncle more than anything in the world.

The playhouse door opens, and Bambi is frozen. The snout of the wolf enters through the door, but its giant head, meaty and disgusting, ravenous and horrific, cannot fit through.

Sniff, sniff, sniff. It doesn’t see the child with its eyes, but its nose is strong enough to see him clear as day.

“Jonathan,” the wolf says. It’s voice is softer than he expected. “Come out of there.”

Bambi doesn’t move a muscle. He couldn’t even if he wanted to.

“Jonathan,” the wolf says again. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

Bambi can see the wolf ripping him apart. His body lays in pieces on the grass.

“You’re safe with me, child,” the wolf croons. “Take my hand.”

A large paw enters through the door. Claws sinking in. Blood cast upon the grass. Will the garden grow lush with Bambi’s bones rotting beneath the soil?

“Please,” the wolf whispers. “I don’t want to force you out. I don’t want to. Please.”

The paw inches closer, but it is not taken. Jonathan’s form returns to visibility, for with the wolf so close now, the child can see the animal is blind.

Bambi takes one last chance to run.

He uses the playhouse back door, which is much smaller than the front. Shoving himself out as fast as he can, he takes off back towards the front yard.

Shoes pounding on the ground. Heart pounding in his chest.

He gets a good thirty seconds away, but like many situations in nature, the wolf catches the deer.

Bambi screams aloud, writhing and thrashing inside the wolf’s jaw. Tears stream down his cheeks once more as he waits for the teeth to sink, for the claws to tear, for the weight of the wolf to smash him into nothing but ick.

The deer begs for its caretaker. The deer begs for its safety. “Jameson!” he screams, screams!! “Jameson! Jameson!!!”

“Hush,” the wolf begins to soothe. With arms warm and safe it pulls the child close, curling itself around him as he thrashes and cries and begs, begs, stop touching me!! Begs, begs, begs, please, please!! Jameson!!

“Shhh, shhh,” the wolf breathes. “I promise you’re safe. It’s Marvin, I’m Marvin, you’re safe. I promise.”

Johnny shakes and shakes, fighting the hypnosis now sinking into his brain. His thrashes turn to weak squirming. His screaming turns to desperate pleas and breaths he can’t seem to take anymore.

Marvin moves to carry the child in his arms instead. Holding them close, he begins to walk, crooning at the poor little thing in his hands.

“I want Jameson,” Johnny whispers. The wolf’s chest is warm. The wolf’s fur smells familiar and sweet. The wolf has not torn him apart yet. Bambi lays his head against its chest, weeping soft into the fur. He waits to die, too weak to fight anymore.

“I’ll bring you to him,” Marvin replies, pouring more magic into the child’s mouth like its medicine. “I’ll bring Jameson.”

“Please. Please.”

Jonathan’s tears come heavier now.

“I need him. I n- need... I need my uncle..”

Marvin sighs, kissing the top of the child’s head.

“He needs you too.”