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diaryofassortedimagines · 2 years

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expect the unexpected, pt. 2-

beetlejuice x reader smut (and a dash of fluff)

you shifted slightly as the sunlight, bright in your eyes through your semi-sheer curtains, woke you. ducking down to hide your eyes in your pillow, you only found yourself nuzzled into something much colder, and even softer.

immediately, you were fully awake, eyes blown wide and a smile tugging at your lips. you prayed to whatever may be up there that when you lifted your head, your BJ would be the big chilly form that was pressed against you. that you weren’t imagining a bit more vividly than usual.

you lifted your head from his chest to find him smiling down at you, brightly. you couldn’t help but grin like a giddy little kid on christmas.

“oh, i knew it wasn’t a dream, beej!” you lifted yourself, putting your hands on either side of his face and using it as leverage, to pull him into an eager kiss. your morning breath mixed with his, well, dead guy breath. your lips were a little dry from the small amount of drool that had pooled on them. and it was the second best kiss of your life. you were on top of him, kissing him passionately—victoriously, and he was beneath you, trembling and doing his best to keep up with your pace. beads of sweat were building on his forehead, dampening the hairline of his bright pink and magenta swirled hair, and if he had the blood to blush, he would be cherry red and fiery hot. the tent built quickly in his pants, from the very moment you looked up at him that morning, in fact. like a little puppy. this is everything he’s wanted since day one. and yet, he was terrified, and he looked it, too. he was trembling and his muscles were tense and as motionless as they could be, despite doing all he could to return the kiss. his hands were still on your waist, but they stayed there, completely still.

“bee?” you pulled away from the kiss as the tension he felt became more and more noticeable, impossible to ignore. you’d never seen him this way. “you look… terrified?” he pursed his lips and dropped his eyelids, looking down between your two bodies.

“i guess… i guess i just find it all hard to believe.” you tilted your head and cocked an eyebrow, making it clear you didn’t understand. his shoulders and brows dropped at this, looking a little smug. “c’mon babes, you know what i mean.”

“i… i don’t, beej.” you laughed a little. “you can tell me, sweets.” you swiped his cheek with your thumb, face in the palm of your hands.

“you’re… holy moly, toots, you’re an angel. so kind, so funny, so damn beautiful, wholly and utterly exquisite.” he put dramatic theatrical emphasis on the last three words. “and then there’s me. dead demon ghost guy. kind of, maybe, a murderer for a little bit in my past, have been called on multiple occasions raggedy raccoon man, terrorizes people for fun, slightly addicted to crack cocaine—” you put a finger over his surprisingly smooth, pale lips.

“beetlejuice, listen to me.” you said, a little sternly and lifting his chin to make eye contact. “you’re my angel. that crack addict raccoon man is my own person angel. you’re the only one i want. and… as for the murders and frequent terrorizing… well, world could always use a little humbling, huh?” he chuckled a bit. he was pretty sure he could see you glowing with the sun behind you. he was pretty sure you were divine. “you’re a good being, laurence. your non-beating heart is still sweet deep down, and i want you, beej. i want all of you.” your rubbed his chest and fiddled with his suspenders suggestively.

“yeah but babe, that’s what i mean! look, you’re so kind, and considerate, and lovely and—” you quieted him with your lips on his.

“i’ll show you beej. i’ll prove it.” his hair was pink from root to tip, with only a few swirls of magenta left, and a little bit of blue. “will you let me do that?” he let out a short, breathless chuckle.

“y-yes, doll face. i… would love that.” he chewed his lip. “but what if—”

“oh, just shut up and take your clothes off, already.” slightly taken aback and thoroughly flustered, he took a few seconds to indulge the feeling of your lips on his neck, the scruff scratching and stimulating your lips, the damp of your tongue softening his skin, the beautiful pain of each hickey you left and the pure adoration he felt, before finally undressing himself with a quick wave of his hand.

you gasped as the hand that was on his clothed chest suddenly was against something much colder and quite harrier. you grinned and sat up, sitting comfortably on his lap. you stared down at your love with infatuation in your eyes.

“oh, sweetheart.” your hand gently wrapped around his neck before sliding over his body—to his shoulder and down to his chest, nails gently grazing one of his nipples as he whined louder than he expected to. your hand ran across the expanse of his stomach and down until it reached you, straddling his hips. your eyes ran all across his body, savoring every bit of him as you tried your best to burn the image into your memory.“you’re exactly how i imagined you.” to think that you imagined him, in the deep, private confines of your mind. he smiled sweetly, despite himself hardening even further (somehow) beneath you. you returned the smile as you lifted your own shirt above your head, wiggling out of the neckline. he whimpered at the sight of you, wordless. now he was sure you were glowing, that you were divine. you bent down above him on your hands and knees, kissing his neck briefly before running your lips down his body. a bite to his collarbone, a kiss and a light flick of your tongue on his nipples, and as you scooted down, a bold lick down his stomach. his body tasted similar to that of his lips, earthy and a little bit bloody, only his lips were a tad sweeter. your face was now just inches from his cock, and he ran his tongue across his lips as he awaited for your sweet lips to take him in. but alas, you didn’t. rather, you sat on your calfs at the very edge of the bed so that your face could kiss up his thighs, from the base to the jittery sensitive inner corners. his skin was on fire, and he couldn’t’ve asked for anything better. he couldn’t believe what was happening. the angel that fell for the demon. the angel that was on her knees before him, worshipping him and his body in all its glory. all he knew was that he loved the way your lips set him ablaze and that your words sent him into a frenzy. he was jittery and trembling a little. “just relax baby, okay?? i’m here.” you kissed just next to his cock and he whimpered with an affirmative nod.

as your lips finally crawled up his thighs to his cock, you flattened your tongue and licked a bold stripe up the base of him, leaving a light flick at his tip to lap up all the precum. his moan was uncontrolled and candid, and so so hot. your mouth engulfed his tip and your tongue circled it as you sucked.

“sit up a little more for me, baby.” immediately, he scurried up with his back to the headboard. you crawled closer to him and bent down so you could take him back in your mouth. he was huge, damn near intimidatingly so. you gave him a few light pumps and took his head in your mouth, your lips slowly taking in more and more of him, as far as you could before his tip was at the back of your throat. your hand pumped in sync with the bobbing of your mouth, your saliva drip down the base of him and soaking your hand. his moan was crazed.

“mmm—ugh, f-fuck baby girl, that’s so fucking good.” he squirmed, and couldn’t resist tangling his large hands in your hair. he used all the restraint he had not to fuck your mouth, worried you may not be able to take him all, but allowed himself to put a little bit of added pressure to your bobs. as your confidence grew, you took him in just a few centimeters more, now choking on him briefly before pulling back out a little for air. at this, his whole body tensed, and he let out a groan from deep in his chest through gritted teeth. you figured this meant he was close, so you sped up your movements and sucked just a little harder than you had been, as much as you could this time. you felt his body jerk and his hips accidentally push up into your throat, gagging you a tad before falling back down and cumming in your mouth. you hummed in delight as you swallowed it all up, trying your best not to lose a single drop. he tasted mostly salty, earthy and a little bit of something rotten.

you crawled back up, your face parallel to his again, and left an opened mouth kiss on his lips. he whimpered.

“feeling any better? a little more adored like you are?” he nodded, breathless and nonvocal. you smiled, but it soon turned to an opened mouth look of ecstasy as his cold, large fingers dipped into your folds and circled your clit.

“fuck, beej. oh my g-god.” you purred in his ear. “oh, someone certainly knows how to use his hands…” you panted as you rolled your hips, gliding with more pressure on his two fingers.

“oh, honey, you haven’t even seen what my tongue can do yet.” he let out a cocky laugh, and as egotistical as it was, you were delighted to see that he’d gotten his confidence back. that he felt loved again.

“well, you’re not gonna keep me in suspense, are you?” you smirked devilishly.

“yknow what??” he tapped a finger on his chin. “yeah, i think i will keep you in suspense, doll face.” he pulled his fingers away from you and licked your juices off of them before wiping them on his side. “just to see you beg.” you blinked and jittered your head a little in surprise.

“oh, beej, i am not begging.”

“well, then, i guess you’ll never find out.” you knew exactly what he was doing, as it was something you’d do yourself. naturally, though, you had a solution to your own problem.

“fine then. i’ll hold off from touching you as long as you can me.” you smirked as your hand moved down your body, finger tracing down your center mesmerizingly before reaching your core, dragging a finger across your folds. he gulped heavily, his adam’s apple bobbing intensely as he watched your fingers dive between your lips and play with yourself, deep into your folds and circling your clit. you threw your head back and played with one of your breasts with your free hand, riding you fingers as sensually as possible to egg him on, draw him in just to realize he can’t have you, and finally crack him. you could see the ‘oh fuck’ moment in his eyes as your two fingers delve inside of you and you bit your lip, looking him right in the eyes before they rolled back into your head.

“for fucks sake toots, fine.” he grumbled as he took your hand out of you himself and yanked you by your hips above his face. you fell forward a little, hands gripping the headboard and thighs holding onto his head to avoid falling from the pressure. the view from his eyes, body tilted forward, holding onto the headboard, boobs on full display for him to see from below, and the feeling of your thighs clenching his head, your juices practically dripping with arousal onto his lips, long nails bruising your hips. it was a moment he wanted to never leave. one he could happily to stay in forever. he lowered you into an awkward position, but supporting your body comfortably, close enough to reach his tongue out and lick up the length of your folds teasingly. you whimpered and squeezed the headboard, your thighs clenching his scruffy haired face, tingling your core and scratching delightfully as you rode the tongue delved deep into your folds. he alternated between laps, sucks, flicks, and kitten like licks. he sure as hell knew what he was doing.

“holy f-fuck beej. god, you’re so good. so, so good, baby.” your back arched abnormally and your hand clenched his knotty hair to support your body from buckling as the monstrously long muscle delve inside of you, fucking your tightness with his tongue. “oh, you’re… just—” you couldn’t speak through your moans as you rode his mouth and tugged his hair. he mumbled incoherent praises between licks and moans that vibrated against your most sensitive bundle of nerves. your whole body was in pleasure and a little hint of delightful pain, shaking above him as the knot in your stomach tied tighter and tighter. “oh, beej, i’m s-so fucking close. god, you’re gonna make me—” his top lip grazed your clit and the knot in your stomach unraveled against his face, into his mouth, onto his tongue. your moans took over any words of praise you would have said to him as he lapped up every bit of sweetness you gave him.

your body slowly relaxed as his grip on your hips loosened and he eased you off of his face and backwards to straddle his chest. you panted for a moment and leant forward to kiss his lips, tasting your own juices off of his scruffy beard.

“dirty little thing.” he laughed. “don’t you taste sweet, babes?” he purred, and you nodded as you crawled backwards onto his hips. he closed his eyes and panted, getting comfortable into the pillows. you leaned forward and supported yourself with your elbows on his chest. he smiled down at and caressed your waist.

“you… you didn’t think we were done yet, did you?” you grinned devilishly before it turned into a look of shock as he flipped you over and beneath him. you let out a soft, quick moan andfelt as though you were in heaven, euphoria rushing through your body as your dreams finally became a reality. you’ve imagined this moment since the day you met him daily—his thick thighs in between yours and spreading your legs, large arms, perfect for holding you, on either side of his head and his cold stomach pressed to yours. you gripped his chin and pulled him down to kiss you.

“i have dreamt of this moment since i laid eyes on you.” his magenta hair had rushes of pink shoot around it.

‘ditto.’ he thought, but was too speechless to respond. you were getting a tiny bit impatient.

“so, ‘babes’, are you gonna fuck me or not?” he chuckled through a moan and slid into you with ease. you both gasped as his head stretched you out.

“oh my days, toots, you’re so fucking tight.” he moaned, and it almost sounded more like a question than a statement.

“c-can you go slowly, please…?” his heart warmed and he nodded into the crook of his neck. “you… you can move.” he slowly pushed into you and you clawed at his back, pulling him down to kiss his neck and mask a moan with a bite on his shoulder. you took a few deep, whimpering breaths and before you knew it, he was deep inside you.

“god, babes, your pussy was made for me.”

‘you were made for me.’ he said in his head.

you clenched around him and he groaned into your ear. the air was caught in your throat, so you bucked your hips up into him. you moaned in unison, and his quick reaction was to fuck down into you

“oh my god, beej. you… you—” you couldn’t get the words out, your brain melting as his cock drilled into you at a deafening speed.

“such a whore for my cock, aren’t you toots? my little slut” you nodded while he moaned into your ear and nuzzled his head not your neck, his disheveled hair grazing your face, as your nails broke the skin of his back. a few drops of blood dripped down his shoulders and he smiled into you, loving the way the pain from you felt.

“oh, sweetheart, i-i’m gonna cum again.” you choked out.

“m-me too, toots. you feel so fucking good.” he cried, and as your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him into you as he came, a wave of obsession and love washed over him. “oh, i-i love you sugar—” he stopped dead, and threw a hand over his mouth. “i-i’m sorry i didn’t mean to say tha—” you beamed. those words felt like a trophy to you.

“i love you too.” all he could do was smile, a tear tugging at his eyes. as he came to his senses, he realized you hadn’t cum yet, and returned to pounding you into the mattress and rubbing your clit furiously. “f-fuck! god, b-beej, i’m gonna—gonna cum so hard.” you yelped as you came on his cock, staring him directly in the eyes. he would die to see you do that again, staring him down as your essence engulfed him. he pulled out of you with a groan, already missing the feeling of your pussy around him, collapsed beside you and snaked an arm under your head as you turned your numb body and nuzzled into his bare, soft chest. you stayed there for a few moments in the afterglow.

“did… you mean it?” he whispered into your hair. “do you love me?” a tear fell and dampened your scalp.

“completely, beej.” you kissed his collarbone. “i meant every word.” he whimpered.

“but will you still love me when the dopamine wears off?” he was barely audible, and his quiet voice almost sounded soft. you looked up into his tear filled eyes.

“i’ll love you forever, laurence”

end

WHOOH i quite liked that one :’) hope all you beej whores enjoyed.

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sebsxphia · 2 years

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wildflower, wildfire. | chapter one.

rhett abbott x reader.

￫ description: rhett finds his wildflower, wildfire and he wants everything with them.

￫ c/w: sexual tension, p in v, rough sex, rhett calls you pathetic, rhett uses derogatory language towards reader, fingers in your mouth, harassment, smoking, swearing, blood, mentions of scars, slight fluff.

￫ word count: 1.4K.

￫ a/n: holy moly ravioli! this is the first long and smut piece i have written in years! thank you @shakira-sasha for the one line that made me fold and gave inspiration to this. check out @weakling-grace’s incredible mood board created for this series here! the series masterlist and be found here! my main masterlist can be found here! 💌

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Rhett leaned against the top of the bar trying and failing to get the attention from the bar man for another beer, his second beer coming to a disappointing end. He turned his head right and at a glance it was as if a star exploded when he saw you. The very first thing he noticed were the purple, yellow and blue wildflowers tied neatly into your hair.

Rhett trailed his eyes across your face and he noticed the rosy pink creeping onto your cheeks as you sipped delicately at your drink, the heat of the summer getting to your skin. His third beer now on the way and with two swigs down his throat, he bit the bullet.

“Why the wildflowers?” Rhett questioned brazenly over the distance of you both.

When you looked up through your lashes, he was grateful the bar was holding him up otherwise he would have faltered there and then. He thought you looked like a fucking fallen angel. You had this graceful and angelic look in your eyes, but Rhett didn’t fail to notice how you bit down on your bottom lip. You were forbidden fruit.

Under the neon glow of the bar lights you saw how attractive he was. His features were gentle but his eyes were looking at you with gluttony. It was as if you were the only person in the bar right now and you were about to be his last meal. You swallowed the last of your drink slowly to wet your mouth.

You set the glass on the bar top with a gentle clink and your curiosity pinched at your skin.

“I grow them.”

“Where?”

He was quick and a blissful smile teetered on his lips. He didn’t loose the hold of his eyes on you.

You sat up straighter in your bar stool, pushing your breasts firmly against the bar. You wanted to enlightened him. Rhett could notice the swell of your breasts and how your sundress hugged your figure perfectly. He could only see the top half but swallowed thickly. He could only think about the rest of your body that was hidden under the bar. It only provoked him to converse further with you.

Rhett came outside and reached into his back pocket to light up another cigarette but stumbled upon you pushing a man off your arm, your cigarette ash sparking up into the night sky. The man followed with a string of curse words aimed at you, slightly slurred at best.

You cocked your head to the side, “oh, you don’t like being treated the way you treat me? That must fucking suck.” The man let up and went to find his way home, tripping over his feet one too many times.

Rhett saw how your face contorted to a scowl, but still behind the softness of your eyes he saw the sweet girl who wore wildflowers in her hair.

“You tell me if anyone does that to you again. I’ll put them in the fuckin’ ground for y-”

“Fuck off,” you quick whipped.

Rhett had only been left speechless a couple of times in his life and he made a mental note in milliseconds that this was one of them. However, the way your lips twitched upwards at the corners and the way your eyes focused in on him, he couldn’t really tell from your look if you meant what you said, or if you were about to take him round the back of the bar right now, unbuckle his belt and drop to your knees.

You stubbed out your cigarette and Rhett felt his cock twitch in his pants. He thought without hesitation for the second time that night. He grabbed your forearm as you reached for the door handle to the bar and pulled you back into him.

You were closer to him now, too close. You could smell the alcohol dancing on his lips and his old aftershave, it only enticed you further. Your breathing started to get quicker and if you pushed out your chest any further, you’d be touching his. Your eyes flickered to his and you saw a sight that made your heart jump in your chest and your breath catch in your lungs.

His black pupils were full blown with lust or love, and neither you nor Rhett could tell. Your eyes followed downwards as he ran his tongue along his bottom lip, over a cut that was nearly healed. He could feel your pulse quicken as his index and middle fingers slid down to hold your wrist. Like a noose around a bulls neck, you were captured by the cowboy.

He tightened the grip of his thumb and pressed down harder on your pulse point. It felt like your heart was going to burst through your rib cage and land on his shirt, staining him with a sickly amount of blood. It made you sharply intake your breath. You were trying to hold back the whine that was desperate to escape your throat. You could feel your arousal pool and slick between your thighs.

Just like delicate wildflowers, he knew they could be set ablaze quickly in the heat and by how hot your skin felt under his touch, he thought of you as his wildfire too. Both of you ready to combust if there was one more scorching touch.

“I want to love you forever.” He called out as if he had been searching for you all his life.

Your lips parted slightly in a sudden reaction. You tried not to gawk but you would be lying to yourself if it didn’t take you back at first.

Rhett knew how to treat a woman and be a gentleman, but right now in the back of his mind and just tipping over the precipice was the wanton desire to have you pressed up against his truck with one hand holding your hips so tight it would bruise and his other hand running along your lips, sliding two fingers into your mouth to stop you gawking at him. His pants felt strained now, scalding him.

“Could you handle me forever, cowboy?” You questioned and took the final step so your breasts were firm against his chest. He could feel how your nipples were stiffening below the thin fabric of your sundress. He wondered if it was the cool night air or his effect.

He hoped it was the latter.

Your question had his mind go damn near delirious with salacious desire. He wanted to make you so dumb. So dumb that you’d be a blabbering mess sat on his cock and not able to answer him. His mind wondered to that thought and dreamed for a split second of the filth that would fall off his tongue so easily.

“You wan’ me to keep your cunt full wi’ my cum? Fuckin’ answer me. Fuck, you’re pathetic.”

Bringing his mind back to the present, he leaned into you and you could feel his breath hot on your lips.

“Sweetheart please, I can feel your tits through your pathetic dress, almost fuckin’ smell you.”

Your brain short circuited quicker than it ever had. You rubbed your thighs together desperately and tried to ease some of the frustration you felt so deeply.

“So, I’d love to give that a try darlin’.” He continued with a cocky grin threatening to plaster over his face with pride.

He slid his hand round and onto the swell of your ass, squeezing it so tightly that you yelped. He quickly shut you up by pressing his lips onto yours. Your breath was fervent and heavy on his cut lip. He slid his tongue along yours and dipped into your mouth. His hands reached up to cup your face, thumb pushing under your jawline. You thought he might shatter your jawbone with how hard he was kissing you.

He pushed you back into the wall of the bar and he pulled away. His cock was straining in his pants as he saw how he made your lips swell. With one hand still cupping your face, he landed his other hand against the wall and trapped you there. He searched your face, and there it was. His wildflower, wildfire.

“I want to give you everything, forever.” He tipped his hat upwards with his index finger before placing both of his hands on your face again and leaning back in to kiss you. However this time you noticed it was softer, as if he wanted to remember every inch of your lips.

And oh, how he did.

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motherstone · 4 months

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I just read the book today AND HOLY MOLY-

It aboslutely blew my mind!!!

For someone whose read all 9 books, my mind just thinks that it comes full circle and kinda connects them all together. Just some things I've theoretically put together is that you know how Vigo was taken to the void by Ikol, but then was transported 300 years back in the past? Take it with a grain of salt.

I suspect that something similiar happened to Silas Charnon; that he is from the future who travelled back to the past. In Book 1, Silas seems to know about Emily--whose been in Alledia--despite the fact that they never met. I don't think Silas was still in his house on Earth when Emily was born. He would only know about her if Emily was Silas's ancestor. There's also the inventions and sketches in this man's house on Earth. Things like the cardbot and the boat thing seem futuristic to me despite Karen thinking that they were some sort of puzzle.

Another thing I found interesting is that he was able to use magic without the use of an amulet, similar to Ikol's masters. You could see the glow around his hand that just lifts up the amulet Emily wears. There is absolutely no image of Silas wearing an amulet on him while his death bed because Emily IS wearing his amulet. In Book 9, one of Ikol's masters provided a way for Emily to get inside the giant mech robot without doing damaged.

It is revealed in Book 9 that Silas is the one who created Ikol and the machines/Ikol's masters. Not sure he's like the founder of the Intelligent Kinematic Operations Labatory, but he does have influence with it. However, I do believe that Silas wasn't responsible for Ikol's belief in that destruction is human nature, but maybe the machines.

Remember how Ikol's masters wanted to make room on Alledia, an alternate version of Earth, to live on? The reason was because their planet--Earth--was dying. In Book 3(?), Ikol does show Emily a city on Earth being destroyed. Ikol may have shown Emily what exactly happened to Earth in the distant future (a.k.a future vision). And in Earth's distant future could be testing with these powers via technology. Could be from the discovery of something similar to the Mother Stone or the fabric of time and space. Maybe even the Intelligent Kinematic Operations Labatory was responsible for these amulets!

Perhaps Silas found a way to travel back through time through the void in order to prevent this from happening. But then he ended up FAR into the past, got married with someone at some point, had Karen, and then disappeared into Alledia where he may have hoped for people to help him via amulet. Unfortunately, Silas couldn't accomplish what he had to set up to do because of aging, and leaves it up to Emily to try to solve this issue in preventing the end of the world. That's a lot of responsibility and faith he's putting into a teenager-

There are things that could be disproved, but that's what I tried making sense of this section of lore. But I'm curious what people think about this theory tbh. It's been a fun journey with the Amulet series. Despite its flaws, it will always have a place in my heart.

Thanks for telling me!

#amulet series #amulet spoilers #amulet series spoilers #waverider spoilers #genuinely don't know how to respond to this info #amulet too will forever have a special place in my heart between scorned and beloved #but holy guac the last book sounds um. Hrmm #not up to me satisfaction to put it kindly #asks

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pixiemage · 2 years

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There's Not a Word Yet - Pt. 1

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Inspired by this post by @raviodoesstuff {This work can also be found on Archive of our Own}

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It was a rumbling and a sparking and the overwhelming churning hum of a portal that drew everyone to the rift again, in the end. Jimmy was not the first to arrive but not the last either, his wings tucking tight against his back with his dive and snapping out to catch the air again before he can collide with the ground. (He ended up alighting on the bridge alongside False and Scott, their eyes all locked on the purple glow emanating from the cliffside. Fwhip was saying something to Sausage off to the side but he refused to listen, too focussed on the rift and its sudden activity to pay any mind to his ex-deputy.)

The Festival had only been a few days ago, and there hadn't been a response to the message they'd sent through, and - well. This was the most active the rift had been since its unexplained appearance a few weeks back.

"Was anyone mucking around with it?" Jimmy asked Scott, the closest to him, all while squinting at the flowing purple light from beneath the brim of his hat. Beside him, Scott hummed thoughtfully.

"Not that I know of," he drawled, his words slow, even, pensive. "I was one of the first few here. Gem was first but she seemed about as confused as I did, and Sausage showed up with me, so..."

"...so it started doin' this all on its own?" Jimmy guessed, and Scott shrugged.

Very helpful.

Nobody dared get too close, nobody except Lizzie, but Fwhip was quick to pull her right back to the bridge the moment she tried, muttering about 'Gary' and 'Sniff' and 'we don't know if it's safe'. Safe or not, Lizzie didn't get much of a chance to argue either way, because before anyone else could say much of anything the hum of the rift increased in volume, the light coming off of it increasing in intensity, and every person on the bridge had to cover their ears and turn away when a blast of purpureal magical energy radiated outward from the portal with enough force to nearly sweep Jimmy's hat from his head.

(Except, of course, any good Sheriff with even an ounce of self-respect had a proper and well-fitting hat, so it wasn't so easy to knock it free from its perch.)

Jimmy rubbed at his eyes to dispel some of the imprints from his vision, barely aware of Joel murmuring soft comforts to Hermes and Pixl muttering to himself about unprecedented phenomenon. And then–

“There’s people!”

Lizzie’s gasped shout drew Jimmy’s attention in an instant and his head snapped up, his eyes narrowing in on the rift. People? …holy moly, there were people. A whole crowd of them, at least a dozen in total if not more, all littering the small platform that had been built for the Festival. They were strange too, some in various forms of armor and elytras, all in vastly different styles of dress. Many, too, weren’t fully human as far as Jimmy could tell - the man with parrot wings looked strangely familiar for a reason he couldn’t quite pinpoint - but the appearance of hybrids and non-humans wasn’t all that strange. After all, the folks standing with Jimmy on the bridge weren’t exactly the most normal people around. Maybe…maybe the newcomers were from other empires, from another place? Maybe they were each rulers in their own right? Maybe–

Maybe, as the Sheriff around these parts, Jimmy ought to greet them and see what had brought them here in the first place.

Jimmy was in the air before he could really stop himself, his wings catching the air quickly. He heard a few of his friends protesting his decision but just as many seemed to be joining him in the air if the sound of rockets behind him was anything to go by.

“Do you even have a plan here, Jimmy?” Scott called out, catching up quicker than the rest. (Perhaps he had followed first?) “Or are you just running headlong into trouble like you usually do?”

“I was planning on being polite,” Jimmy snapped back. “I’m also the law around here, aren’t I? I should make sure they’re not planning on causing trouble in the first place.”

He beat his wings a little harder, a little quicker, darting ahead again and ignoring whatever new protests Scott might have been tossing his way. (If there were any, he couldn’t hear them past the wind in his ears anyway. The feathers around his ears twitched and curved, trying to lessen the noise.) When he landed it was with slightly less grace than usual, his boots barely catching him and his knees giving out a bit from the harsh landing. He ended up in a crouch, one hand planted on the wooden platform to catch him, his wings splayed out for balance. He cast a glance up from beneath the brim of his head, trying to get a good look at the gathered newcomers before he started off with introductions.

Many of them were distracted, their focussed pulled in every direction by the members of the other empires that were landing around the edge of the platform. Joel, most notably, was being as bombastic as ever, though - thank the void - he was standing at his normal, human-sized height for the time being. Jimmy huffed in frustration. It looked like it would be difficult to gain anyone’s attention in this chaos.

“...Timmy?”

Or…not? Jimmy straightened, confusion dancing over his face at the sound of almost-his-name, his eyes finding a shock of red as one of the shorter players shoved through the crowd to the front. Red sweater, blond hair, a cheeky grin, parrot wings–

“Grian?” The name left him before he could stop it, immediately followed by utter bafflement when the name in question met his own ears. Grian? How did he…?

“I…know you,” he mused, eyeing the other avian and his vibrant, strangely-familiar feathers. “How do I know you?”

“What d’you mean?” the guy - Grian - asked, chuckling incredulously. “Tim, we’ve known each other for years.”

“...have we?”

Had they? Jimmy wasn’t sure, but that sounded right. Though…something about the red and yellow and blue of Grian’s wings and the dark color of his eyes felt…off, somehow. He frowned, flicked up the brim of his hat, and tilted his head to the side.

“Aren’t your wings supposed to be purple?” he asked, unable to really stop himself. He must have said the wrong thing - or maybe the right thing - because Grian’s expression dropped and he stared, his eyes wide.

“...oh. Oh, I’m sorry, you–” Grian’s eyes flashed, a vibrant violet, and he took a polite sort of step back. “Sorry, Jimmy. This world is - right. Right. Of course. Sorry–”

“Jimmy!”

Jimmy barely had time to turn toward the shout before someone was tackling him in a ridiculously warm hug, his wings flailing to keep them both balanced while Jimmy got a face full of blue-gray fluff. He pinwheeled, staggered slightly, then awkwardly patted his strange attacker on the back with a baffled chuckle.

“Uh…hi?”

The stranger stepped back, and it was only now that Jimmy got a good look at him. He was decked out in dark blacks and blues, a mage’s robe of some sort, with keys hanging from his belt and fur lining his cloak. He wasn’t human either, his eyes and hair glowing a sort of soul-flame-blue (and maybe it was actual flames, he mused, remembering how warm the guy’s hug had been), and when he grinned at Jimmy his smile was inhumanly sharp. Netherborn, maybe? That sounded right, felt right, though Jimmy couldn’t recall having met a netherborn before in his life.

“I’ve missed you!” the guy was saying now, an immeasurable level of excitement and joy in those three words, and Jimmy…blinked blankly at him.

“Er…”

“Tango–” Grian reached a hand toward him, looking uncomfortable, looking sad.

“What?” the guy - Tango - rolled his eyes at Grian, shaking him off with a laugh. “Maybe it hasn’t been that long since Double Life, but forgive me if I’ve missed the guy. You get to see Scar every day. It’s not even–”

“Er, sorry, but–” Jimmy interrupted him, waiting until Tango’s focus was back on him before pulling on a polite smile and carrying on, “–who are you?”

There was a moment, a brief moment, where Grian seemed to hold his breath. Tango stared at Jimmy owlishly for all of a second then let out an aborted and uncertain sort of laugh, his mouth still grinning but his eyes turning confused.

“C’mon Jim, I know I look a little different, but it hasn’t been that long…” He cast a look toward Grian. “...has it?”

Grian opened his mouth, closed, it, glanced between them, then swallowed.

He murmured something into Tango’s ear that Jimmy couldn’t hear, shooting a pointed look over his shoulder to where a white-haired man was watching Joel and Sausage with a strange look in his eyes, a dark mask hiding the lower half of his face from view. Jimmy wasn’t entirely sure what Grian was getting at - hell, he could barely remember why he even knew Grian at all - but something about the little exchange must have made sense to Tango. The (presumably) netherborn’s eyes widened and he seemed to understand, nodding jerkily. He let go of Jimmy’s shoulder and hip where he’d still been hanging on and stepped back with the same politeness as Grian. When he gave Jimmy a friendly sort of smile it wasn’t quite as bright as Grian’s had been, something that Jimmy might not have even noticed if it didn’t seem…familiar, somehow. He was smiling though, and that had to count for something. Right?

Somewhere in the rush of the crowd, Grian slipped away, whispering hurried words to the rest of the newcomers that had appeared through the rift as he went. Jimmy watched him go with a thoughtful frown.

“Sorry man,” Tango said, huffing out an awkward sort of laugh and drawing Jimmy’s attention back to him. He was fussing with the goggles that Jimmy hadn’t noticed hanging around his neck, his other hand running through the blue flames licking across his hair. “I think I got you mixed up with someone else. No hard feelings, right?”

Jimmy blinked at him but returned the smile with a friendly one of his own.

“Er - no, of course not,” he denied quickly. He tugged on a brighter sort of grin. “I think this entire situation is a bit chaotic for everyone involved. I’m not surprised there’s a bit of confusion going around.”

“Yeah, totally!” Tango nodded. “Totally.” He shoved his hands in his pockets, his shoulders looking a bit hunched - though that could have been the fluff of his hood playing tricks. “You, uh…yeah. Hah. I’ll just–”

“Tango, hey!”

Another one of the strangers separated from the crowd, this one seemingly human. He was dressed in yellow and black, the beard and fashion of his clothes reminding Jimmy startlingly of a dwarf even though his height certainly didn’t match it. Tango knew him too, clearly, because when the guy slung an arm to hang around Tango’s shoulder, the netherborn all but melted into his side.

“You good, buddy?” dwarf-guy asked, sounding worried. His eyes flicked to Jimmy for half a breath. “Grian said to look for you.”

“Hey Impy,” Tango murmured, his grin looking forced. (Though Jimmy wasn’t sure how he knew that.) “All good. I was just introducing myself to, uh–”

“Jimmy Solidarity,” Jimmy was quick to chime in, a friendly grin on his face as he extended a hand to Tango’s friend. “Sheriff of Tumble Town.”

“Impulse,” the new guy grinned right back, his handshake firm. “Nice to meet you. You’ve already met Tango, it sounds like.”

“Sheriff huh?” Tango smirked, eyeing Jimmy curiously, and Jimmy couldn’t help the way he went a bit stiff, readying himself for some kind of scathing remark– “That’s a good look on you. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Sheriff.”

…oh. Jimmy blinked, warmth rising in his chest at the genuine compliment he heard in Tango’s words.

“I - oh. Er, thank you.” He nodded, tipping his hat with a smile. “Pleasure to meet you too.”

Impulse cleared his throat.

“C’mon Tango, Grian wants to round everyone up.”

Tango didn’t move for a moment, still watching Jimmy with something in his eyes that Jimmy couldn’t quite name. Hope? Loss? Sadness? Longing, maybe? He wasn’t sure… But then Tango was gone, sticking to Impulse’s side as they made their way through the throng toward the flash of bright feathers Jimmy could barely see through the crowd.

For the next few moments, Jimmy did his best to banish the strange feeling in his chest, the one that told him he was forgetting something important. He swallowed back the feeling of melancholy that welled up at the back of his throat, and ignored the way his eyes kept seeking out flashes of blue flames as he and Scott and Fwhip tried to wrangle in the chaos and come up with a plan. He tried not to think of how much he already missed the warmth of Tango’s hug, that brief moment of excitement and joy that had washed over him even when he hadn’t known why Tango was so excited in the first place.

(He still didn’t fully understand that, either, and Tango brushing it off as ‘mistaking him for someone else’ made less sense when Jimmy remembered that Tango had outright called him by name, but…but he couldn’t think about it.)

Above all, he tried not to wonder why he felt like he knew Tango already, why he could recognize the differences between his real smiles and his fake ones and why some of the netherborn’s mannerisms were dancing at the back of his mind.

The look on Tango’s face when Grian whispered in his ear. The resignation, the stiffness, the wide-eyed understanding. The way his pointed ears pressed back against his head for a tick or two, and the way his tail lashed at the air behind him even while he grinned through the rest of the conversation.

He was upset, Jimmy found himself thinking, the realization making something ache in his chest for reasons he couldn’t pin down. When his tail twitches like that - it means he’s upset and he’s trying not to show it. Or that he’s so upset that the energy doesn’t have anywhere else to go but out his tail.

Jimmy didn’t know how he knew that, and he didn’t know why the thought pained him so much, but he couldn’t pay attention to that. Not right now. Right now, he had to be the Sheriff, because they had a dozen strangers to handle, and - if Lizzie was to be believed - the rift wasn’t letting them back through to wherever it was they had come from.

If Joel would quit trying to declare himself in charge of the situation, then maybe they could get this whole mess sorted before sundown.

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[A/N: Title inspired by lyrics from "I'm Going To Go Back There Someday" from The Muppets - "There's not a word yet, for old friends who've just met". Actually, the entire first verse of that song hits real hard for this one shot but - well. I limited myself to just that one line lol. ANWAY! Hopeful ending? I did leave in threads for a potential continuation if folks are interested. BUT ALSO this was written on 10/23/22 so whatever events MIGHT happen between Hermitcraft and Empires have not happened yet, thus there's potential that this entire fic will be rendered completely canon non-compliant lol. Hope you enjoyed anyway!]

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#Team Rancher #Trafficblr #Solidaritek #Kinda?#HC x Empires #Pixiemage Writes #There's Not a Word Yet #Can be read platonically or romantically #though if I continue it'll probably lean more toward romantic #Empires S2 #The Rift #TangoTek #SolidarityGaming #Jimmy Solidarity #TNaWY AU

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binniesbobastay · 1 year

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SCREAMING

if i speak, macko.. IF I SPEAK.

HOLY MOLY

dude he's so gorgeous 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 he's GLOWING

i love getting surprised by seungmins duality out of nowhere like???

he's so cute but then has moments where i'm like SEXYYYYYYYYY

he thinks you're so cute when you get all shy and he catches you stealing glances at him, he'll tease tf out of you 🥰 but i also think it would get him going if you were just like DAMN right to his face mdkdkekdk

his confidence is gonna go through the roof omg.

"like what you see now? wait until i get you underneath me tonight, pretty..." he'll whisper in your ear before walking off with a wink NDKEKDKSKDM

#stray kids #skz #seungmin #skz hard thoughts #stray kids smut #seungmin x reader #skz x reader #seungmin hard thoughts

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starryshxckz · 8 months

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Super Awesomesauce factoids about my super cool Coroika rewrite

Okay so first lemme lay down the species stuff (Only for the ones who I changed species of)

Rider - Vampire Squid

Aloha - Firefly Squid (OF FUCKING COUR)

Skull - Colossal Squid (As mentioned in his info card he is the shortest Colossal Squid)

Emperor + Prinz - Neon Flying Squids

Eging Jr - Japanese Flying Squid

N-Pacer - Purpleback Flying Squid

Wireglasses - Vampire Squid

Ocho + Shellmet - Mimic Octopi

Yeah you can tell there's a theme with Emperor's. Anyway! More under cut

Quick doodle of Emperor before we continue

Emperor is black because this is my rewrite and I'm allowed to do what I want!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anyway

Emperor and Prinz' tentacles and certain spots around their eyes glow in the dark vaguely, but they can will it to glow brighter if so desired. They usually do this during splatfests.

They also have much higher/farther super jumps, squid rolls and squid surges, and are able to gain far more air using their inkjets Also, with their species, they can stay airborne longer than the average squid if so desired, however they try not to do these a lot considering it is actually very difficult for them to control their jumps and whatnot. The scar on Emperor's eye is proof of that.

Ignore the Houzuki bit I am simply a firm believer in the Houzuki family theory.

So that's emperor! Now uhhhh Who's next.

Aloha!! Aloha is... How do I say it? A defective? Unsure. He has no control over his glow. In the dark, his skin, eyes, and tentacles glow cool patterns, his skin glow defaults to the exact opposite of his ink colour!

He can, though, change it! As seen here

Also, if you look at their like. head long enough you can tell that they have three sets of ears! One is the default pair, one is really small and one is just raised up too high. The other two do allow him to hear... slightly better, but they're just annoying, generally.

Skull, during Team Blue's rematch, fuses with his Special on accident. He just got a wee bit careless. Does it hurt? Absolutely yes. Can he do anything about it? No. His squid form is partially Kraken while also.. Not? And his head hurts at a constant. He also has the pattern around his body usually. There's a lot more physical changes but we won't get into those yet. This is what you get for using a special your body isn't physically capable of handling, Skull. You dummy.

But, not all is lost. Avi comes over to his place a lot to help him out with things that he. Cannot do anymore because of the near constant pain he's in. But that's okay because Skull can still snipe people and it's AWESOME. Just uhhh don't let him activate his special(if its the Kraken) he will probably Die. Like I mentioned in his info card I think, he is deformed. This is not good.

Ocho and Shellmet are siblings! That's why they are both Mimic Octopus. They were actually both Octarian Soldiers but they were both also very poorly treated so that's awesome. Ocho ended up separating from Shellmet and was taken into the Metro but he got out.

When he and Shellmet reunited they managed to get to the surface and ended up doing a LOT of fucking around and finding out in order to blend in with the civilians of Splatsville. Do note though their military mindsets stuck the whole way through. Their fucking around and finding out is actually how they met Wireglasses, where Ocho battled him, lost, and Wire (Not knowing shit abt them) was like "Youre strong holy moly. Wanna join us" And Ocho with zero hesitation because he craves positive attention said yes and Shellmet was like "ur so dumb. [Joins to look after him]"

That's all for this post I have some stuff for Rider but I'm gonna save tthat for another post

#coroika #splatoon #splatoon fanart #splatoon 3 #nameless shut the fuck your mouth #aloha coroika #ocho coroika #skull coroika #rider coroika #emperor coroika #so many coroika characters #nameless does art

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x1qwk · 10 months

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Holy moly those stickers are ADORABLE

LOOK AT THIS HANDSOME FELLOW!!!

AND HES GLOWING!!!!

#welcome home #wally darling #HE HAS GLITTER ON!!#AAAAAAAAA ^_^

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stellalunatmblr · 2 years

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The Flower Path | Chapter 5

Genre/Tags: isekai (kinda?), bangtan x fem!reader, not poly, oc!bestfriend, surprise romantic pairings; rom-com (romance as a subplot), slow burn (the slowest of burns holy moly i cannot stress this enough), fluff, angst (will update tags along the way)

Status: Ongoing

Summary: What would you feel if you find yourself transported to the world of a cheesy web novel? Ecstatic, of course (well, among other things), except you’re stuck being the main character’s best friend slash sidekick. Fair enough, you don’t think you’re main character material anyway. Determined to get through your life that has changed all of a sudden, you try to keep yourself in the shadows of your “best friend.” Let’s just try to get through the last year of high school in peace. You thought it was gonna be easy – like a walk in a flower path– but the thing about walking that road is that there are bound to be thorns along the way.

Inspired by the web novel and manhwa: Inso’s Law

Word Count: 5.8k

Chapter Note: it took me sooo long to get this out because i took a few days off for myself after finals, but hopefully i can make more progress with this story now.

i’m not really satisfied with this chapter because i felt like i wrote so much yet not enough? it’s certainly not a filler chapter because i dropped a lot here, but as i was writing it it felt like a filler so i was in so much dilemma idk.

masterlist

There was a shift in the group dynamic following your conversation with Jin—a culmination of all prior occurrences, really—though it was more evident from their perspective than yours. You interacted with them more, letting yourself go yet being rooted where they were. Minyoung gave you an earful after you returned after skipping classes, but when she noticed your new satisfied glow, she backed down and let you be. She still whacked Jin on the back for it, but you didn't need to know that. All he had to say about it was, "Totally worth it."

The group attempted to meet more regularly to make up for missed study group meetings, even if you are not always complete. With examinations approaching and the start of the sports season, the group has been increasingly busy.

Minyoung laughs fondly as she gazes at your sleeping form, hair disheveled and lips open, snoring softly. She didn't want to be the one to wake you up and disturb your seemingly blissful sleep, but she wouldn't even let the other three boys she was with play rock paper scissors with her to see who would want to take on the task. She takes a seat beside you on the mattress and gently shakes your shoulders.

"Wake up," she whispered, attempting to softly yet quickly wake you up. You simply hummed and wrapped yourself in the duvet completely. She pouts and realizes that her strategy isn't working, so she chooses the other approach. She lays her entire body on top of yours, ensuring that she is pulling her weight down.

"Wake up!" she sang repeatedly in a (annoying) sing-song tone, and she knew you'd lost when she heard you groan.

"It's so early Minyoung, what the fuck," you grumbled as you pushed the covers away from your face, and she just chuckled.

"Come on, we don't want to be late for the assembly!" She resorts to patting you repeatedly until you become frustrated and wake up on your own. She hears you groan again and murmur something about "why did I take this job," and she finally lets up and lifts her weight off of you.

“Your dad cooked us breakfast. Come on, the guys are waiting in the living room.” As soon as she finishes her sentence, you sit bolt upright in your bed.

“I’m sorry, what?!” You yelled at her and she winced a little.

“The guys— just come outside.”

The sight that greeted you in the living room was the three musketeers—as you like to call them—lounging about in your house, making themselves feel at home. They were too at home, you think, because they were sprawled out comfortably on the sofa. You were so glad you hid the photo albums in the corner of your closet, or else they might have gotten their grubby little hands on them. They all took a look at you as you seemingly have a mental crisis. What were they doing in your home on a weekend at 6 am? Before you could even begin to pester them about it, your dad comes out from the kitchen.

”Have breakfast before you leave. I’ll go ahead, sweetie, we have early prep for work.” Your dad gives you a tender kiss on the forehead before nodding at your companions and disappearing to the foyer.

Minyoung nudges you back to your room. “Go change, we’ll wait here.” she says and right after, you hear a snicker.

“Nice pajamas.” Taehyung mockingly remarks with a smirk and you look down on your clothes; a pair of silk pajamas with a repeated pattern of a cartoon bear print on it. You roll your eyes. There was nothing wrong with your clothing! You flash him the fakest smile you could muster and flip him off, earning some muffled laughter from his two companions.

“Did my dad let you guys in here? I should scold him about inviting strangers into the house.” You crossed your arms and looked down on them.

“Minyoung vouched for us.” Jimin says with a gentle smile.

“Besides, we’re not just anyone, we’re your friends.” Taehyung adds as-a-matter-of-factly and reclines back on his seat. He looks at you as a pout forms in your face and you look away, not bothering to refute his statement. His grin grew wider and he chuckled. So something really did change, huh.

“Guys, help me with the food! We don’t wanna be late for roll call.” Minyoung’s voice reverberates from the kitchen and you all shuffled to get moving.

The five of you arrived at school fifteen minutes early for your scheduled meeting. Today was their first volleyball practice match of the season, against a team from another school. The managers and advisers worked quite hard to secure this practice game, especially because it was against a rival school and it needed all of your persuasion abilities to secure it.

It wasn’t until the schedule for this game was set that you met Yoon Sumi, your co-manager. You wondered why it took so long for you to see each other, given that you were both in the same year and she was in class 5, the room next door. When you first met, she greeted you with a grin and a warm, cheerful voice, and you were taken aback by her overall presence and elegance. You also notice that she is well liked by many people, as evidenced by the greetings she receives in the halls while you walk alongside each other. She possessed an aura that you couldn't quite put your finger on but knew was pertinent. But it wasn't any of those things that piqued your interest in Sumi; it was the color of her hair that surprised you the most.

You've seen other people with different hair colors— usually black or brown, with a mix of people with night shades. Though they're not as unique and bright as your friends', they're nonetheless uncommon and unnatural to see for you but seemingly normal in this world. Those people wore the darkest hues and were barely apparent. Sumi was an oddity; she had dark blue hair that was barely noticeable but otherwise shone brightly when illuminated. When she is under the sun, her hair seems to shimmer around her. It was similar to how Minyoung's light hair drew attention, but not exactly because Minyoung, like your other friends, exuded a certain glow that only they could muster.

You were naturally careful around her. You could tell by her hair that she had a role, probably an important one at that, but you don't know what it is yet. For the time being, it's best to be cautious with her and not let your guard down. You've already let down your guard enough around your friends.

"You guys are here," Sumi notes, a warm smile on her face, as the five of you approach the vehicles that the students will use to travel to Haneul High.

"Yep, captains must be on time," Minyoung responds with a kind smile.

You took it upon yourself to walk over to where the gym carts are parked next to a mini-bus and pull out your list of things to bring to the game. As you ticked off items on the list, you sensed a presence alongside you.

“Need help with that?” Jimin asks as he looks down on the items in front of you. You just shook your head gently at him.

“No, thank you. I have a list, anyway. I’ve got it all covered.” You reply and get back to what you were doing. He told you to find him if you do require assistance before backing away and getting back to where his friends are.

It wasn't long until both teams' members arrived, understanding how important punctuality is to being a good athlete. You were in charge of the girls' team's roll call, and they boarded the minibus as you called them. You were wrapping up when you noticed that almost all of the guys had boarded their designated vehicle—a van— save for their captain. Jungkook stood frowning, waiting for all of his members to be called before boarding the vehicle himself. You approached them while signaling Minyoung to board the bus.

"Hey," you said as you approached Jungkook and Sumi, who was looking down and double-checking her clipboard.

Jungkook shifted his eyes to you and scratched the back of his neck, causing your brows to wrinkle.

“All good. We can go now.” Sumi looked up and smiled at you before turning away, but you stopped her before she could go.

“Wait,” You said as you looked at the van in front of you. “Are you sure we only booked a van for the guys? They seem.. Cramped in there.” You remark and you see Jungkook perk up from your peripheral vision. You look towards the van, where the guys are struggling to find a comfortable position, their bags taking up some of the room.

“Oh, about that..” Sumi took a nervous glance at the boys’ team captain. “They only had the budget for a van.” You saw Jungkook frown even more at her words.

You sigh and run your palm down your face, frustrated. There's no way all of these guys are going to be comfortable all cramped in that van. You don’t understand why the management didn’t just allow you two mini–buses or maybe even one big bus, considering you were all going to the same venue anyway. They have different budgets based on their performance during sports seasons, and the boys' budget was cut over the summer, but this was only for a practice game; They didn't have to be too frugal.

You hear footsteps approaching from behind you and see Minyoung. She inquires as to what was causing the delay, and you provide a brief explanation.

"We only have enough seats for us, the coaches, and the managers," she says, nodding to the bus. "But we can fit some of your items on the bus, Jeon."

You nod at her and she turns to Jungkook again. "How about this: grab everything important from your gym bags, and we'll transfer them onto the bus. It won't really change much, but it'll give you guys enough room to be comfortable." She proposes, and Jungkook considers for a few seconds before accepting. He walks to the van to deliver the message to his team.

Some of them shuffle out and go through their bags, while Taehyung appears to be fighting to hold snack packages in one hand and his open bag in the other. You sighed and rolled your eyes.

"Leave the snacks Tae, you'll be fine without them for half an hour," you reprimanded, but he whimpered exaggeratedly.

"But here's the thing: I won't!" You turn to Jimin, who is standing next to him, and communicate with him through your eyes that you need help in dealing with his friend. He chuckles and grabs the snacks, stuffing them inside his bag.

"I don't mind having my bag on my lap. Let him keep these," Jimin says, and you sigh in defeat. It's fine; you shouldn't spend any more time on this than you have already.

“Uhm, let me take those.” Sumi offers her hand to their bags and Taehyung hands her his, giving a small thank you.

Everything was settled soon after and you departed from the school to head to Haneul High, which was a little over 30 minutes away. You opted to sit alone in front, Sumi having beaten you to sit beside Minyoung. You didn’t mind, you were going to catch up on some sleep anyway – well, a nap more likely.

Minyoung’s teammate shook you awake as you arrived and you groggily thanked her. She politely smiled before leaving the bus.

“Minyoung?” You inquired about your friend's whereabouts to another team member who was passing by your seat, and she pointed outside the bus.

“She’s already outside.” She says. Without being the one to wake me? You thought it was strange because Minyoung typically took every opportunity to be near you, even when it came to the most mundane things. It wasn't a big deal that she didn't wait for you to get up; it was just a little out of character for her. You take the net bag with the balls and assist the driver in unloading the drink coolers from the bus.

"___, let us handle that," Someone from the girls’ team says, taking one of the cooler's handles from your grip. She motions for a member of the guys team to assist her, and two of them approach, taking the cooler with them.

You swiftly approach and greet the Haneul High team's manager, who was a guy who oversaw both their girls' and boys' teams, as well as a junior manager whom you learnt was being trained to take his place. He welcomes you and tells you that you can head with the rest of the group to their gymnasium, as Coach Kai was led away by them to greet the rival team's coach.

You were left alone for a bit, so you took advantage of the opportunity to look around. Considering it being a weekend, there were a surprising number of students present. You're not sure, but you think you spotted students carrying banners and walking towards the gym. Did they get those for the game? It wasn't even an official match. You look around to find Minyoung walking towards you, breaking away from her conversation with her teammates.

"You should've woken me up," you say, a disgruntled tone in your voice. She pinches your cheeks and coos at you.

"Sorry, I was so wrapped up in conversation with Sumi that I didn't notice I went straight off the bus," She said and you just grinned and shook your head.

“Nah, it’s fine. You should go ahead and warm up with the rest.” You tell her and she jokingly salutes you with a “yes ma’am” before turning away and gathering the girls inside the gym.

“Hey, I’m coming with the girls’ team, you can head with the boys. I think they’re starting their game first.” Sumi says as she approaches your side and you nod at her.

The teams split up opposite sides to warm up, because the gym can house three courts— which is significantly larger than your school's gym, with adequate space in the center for spectators. However, it meant that it blocked your view of the girls' game. Your initial assessment of the audience was correct; they were there to watch the game, but it became clear that they were also there to see the attractive players on your team. The legendary seven princes, if you will. At the very least, three of them. You overheard a few murmurs about how they heard about the Seven Princes of Kkotgil, as if it were some sort of lore that your school had, but in fact it was just seven teenage boys with obnoxiously colorful hair (and extremely good looks, but you're not one to admit that).

The captains bow to each other before tossing a coin, and your team receives first serve, followed by a whistle signifying the start of the game. You were almost ecstatic since the opposing team barely held the ball up at the very start, you could hear them shouting as they communicated with one another, and they were able to return the ball, although too busy doing so to execute an attack. Okay, they got this. This is an opportunity. Your team easily received the ball, and you notice Jungkook yell something as he prepares to attack. The setter rapidly moves to the center of the attack line and raises the ball.

But instead of passing to the captain, he passes to another attacker, who misses because the ball was a little short. What? Jungkook had the perfect setup for an attack, with a clear hole in the other team's position from his side. You furrow your brow as the other team huddles around with a small cheer. What was up with that? This isn’t good for building momentum.

The students who were watching cheered, albeit there were a few disappointed murmurs mixed in, no doubt expecting the doe-eyed captain to show off his skills.

You see Jungkook shake his head a little before huddling his team. You took notice of how they didn’t immediately gather to the center, save for Taehyung, who was also a starting player. Jimin enters the court in the back line as the libero, tapping his friend on the back as they get ready to receive the opponent's serve. You notice with keen eyes how frantic they are with their plays. The opposing team was nothing exceptional, keeping their plays simple and straightforward, but it worked. It worked because they established a connection on the court that allowed them to communicate their plays and inform the rest of the team of their next move. You recognize that that was something your team lacked as the game went on.

You sigh as the ball lands on your court once more, Jungkook smacking the wooden floor in frustration after missing the ball by a hair. It doesn’t help with his frustration that the opponents seemed to be acting smugly towards him on purpose, as if taunting him to break his resolve. Coach Kai's presence looms over your shoulder, interrupting the notes you were taking.

“I’m calling time-out. Your notes are good, you should take this first one. I need to talk to the opponent’s team adviser.” He says and taps you on the shoulder.

“Yes, coach. Do you want me to record their game on my phone?” You asked but he shook his head no.

"Just keep taking notes. I trust those boys to get their shit together," he says, chuckling and turning away before doubling back. He whispers, "Don't tell anyone I said 'shit'," before walking away and calling timeout after a rally. You simply smiled at his antics and returned your attention to the team.

They approach the bench, and the team gathers around each other, accepting their bottles and taking a swig of their sports drinks.

You approached Jungkook first, walking close to him. You begin with, "Hey."

"Oh, hey," Jungkook says, his brows furrowed and his eyes fixed on the currently vacant court, as if visualizing something. You hand him an electrolyte drink before pulling him towards where the rest of the boys are.

"You guys are stiff and hurrying your plays," you start. "I understand this is a practice game, but you guys need to get it together," you say as you look at the opposite bench, where the Haneul High team was. "At first glance, they don't appear to be doing anything complicated, but they're all connected, which is why they make it work with the most basic plays. You guys should communicate more in court."

You return your attention to Jungkook, urging him to appeal to his teammates. He clears his throat and nods. He begins, "She's right, here's the plan..."

Someone in the group snickers, and you notice Jungkook stiffening beside you, his jaw clenched. You look at Junghoon, who was huddled with two of his teammates, all of whom appeared to be close friends of his. Jimin takes a step up beside Jungkook, as if analyzing the situation. You shifted your eyes from the committee in charge of the timer for the time-out to Junghoon and his posse. Growing impatient with the boys for not making progress with the discussion on how to work on their play, you stepped in.

"He's your captain, Junghoon. If you're going to act like a child, you should be on a playground rather than a court," you remarked sternly with a sharp glare his way. You see them straighten up and you feel the tension grow slightly.

"Then, ___, you should be our captain instead. At least you can tell us off.” he replies with a slight smirk and suddenly you feel like you overstepped. You should've just talked to Jungkook on his own and left him to deal with his teammates. You felt like a jerk, as if you'd unwittingly taken his place.

You were ready to turn to him and apologize when you felt an arm pull you back. "Don't," you hear as you turn to find Jimin nodding at you “He needed that.”

"He can handle it," Tae adds. They tap you on the shoulder, and you see Jimin nod at you again, so you reluctantly step away from the guys and focus on your notes instead.

Jungkook exhaled through his nose and closed his eyes. He needed to calm down and get his shit together. He cleared his throat to grab everyone's attention.

"Whether you like it or not, I'm the captain of this team, and believe me when I say I'm looking out for everyone's best interests. Now..." he said, the tone of his voice stern and his eyes filled with rekindled determination. "If you can't respect me, respect your sportsmanship at the very least. You're an embarrassment of an athlete if you lose on purpose just to spite me."

Everyone seems to quiet up and look aside in shame, so he interprets that as a signal to continue. He tells the team the strategy, and they all nod, but his mind lingered on his teammates' words after they had left. At least you can tell us off.

Has he been too lenient? He felt embarrassed that he seemed to be failing miserably as a captain. He was so consumed with the weight of last year's loss on his shoulders that he didn't realize he wasn't keeping the team in check. Maybe he was so consumed with remorse over getting his position despite the... trouble he had caused last year that he wanted to make amends by not being too tough on his team. He knew now that his decision was catching up with him. Because he feels he owes them for last year, he was unable to establish his role and authority with the team, to the point where they listened to the manager more than their captain.

It was difficult for him to try to prove himself to the team when he himself did not believe he deserved the position after all that had happened. It was unfortunate for him that only their senior members got to vote on who will be the next captain in line, because his batchmates appeared to disagree with their decision. But he's here now, and if he backs down now, he won't be able to make up for anything at all afterwards.

They return to the game and play better this time, but they still lose the first set since they were unable to catch up on their mistakes before the timeout was called. Coach Kai returned to watch them play and instructed you on what else you should put on your notes for him to work on with the team when they returned. Your team eventually loses 3-2 against the opposition. It bothered you more than you expected, especially since the other team didn't make any really noteworthy plays. You haven't seen much of your team's practices, but you know they can put together some good combinations when they try. You're baffled as to why they didn't try now.

Jungkook was even more upset than you, considering he was the team's leader. He was able to rally the team to win two sets, but it wasn't enough to propel them to victory. He thinks he needs to reassess how he communicates with his teammates and how he deals with them. For the sake of the team, he must put his own objectives and guilt aside.

Minyoung approaches you after a cooldown routine with the joyful news that they won their practice game versus Haneul, as you suspected based on the cheers on their side of the court. They had a lot of supporters here for an away game; It was most likely because of Minyoung's popularity.

You pat her on the back and congratulate her. Sumi is standing next to her, congratulating her as well. You smile at the two of them and go back to double-checking the teams’ things, comparing them to the list you have. You were all loading the stuff into the bus after lunch when you noticed Jungkook still standing there, staring at their van from afar. You turn around and assist the driver with the coolers once more before backing up and letting him close the compartment.

After a head count, you were ready to enter the bus with Minyoung when you were stopped by Jungkook calling out to you.

"When we get there, don't go home yet. Wait for me," he says directly to you, catching you off guard.

"What do you need her for, Jeon? After the briefing, we still have more training to do," Minyoung tells him.

"I just need to speak with our manager," he says, his tone annoyed.

"I need to speak with her as well," she argues, adamant and protective of you.

"All right, let's all go together," he says, turning back to you. "Wait for us 'til after training," he demands, rather than requesting of you.

You were about to smack him in the face for speaking to you in that manner, but you recall that you owe him for earlier and retract your claws. Even if he didn't wait for an answer, you just sighed and nodded.

When you return to school, the teams go directly to the gym for a quick review of their games and the areas coach Kai wants them to focus and work on. They rush to practice and work on their plays, and you notice a teeny tiny improvement in communication with the boys' team, but there was still notable tension in the air. You have no idea what their deal with their captain is, or with each other in general, but you can only hope they work it out before the official season starts.

You had to wait for another four hours of training, but you made yourself useful by finalizing the other teams that were scheduled to have practice games with Kkotgil, which they would come to your school this time. Sumi chose to stay and work with you after seeing that you were also staying behind. After their training, the coach dismisses both teams, and the captains immediately rush to your side.

"Let's go," Jungkook says, waving farewell to his other two friends, who waved back to you and Minyoung as well.

Sumi gets up from where she was sitting next to you. “Are you guys having a meeting? Do you need me to be there too?" She inquires of all three of you, and you turn to look at the other two since you, too, were unsure.

"No, that's all right, Sumi. Thank you for today." Jungkook bows politely and says, "You worked hard." Minyoung follows suit and Sumi lets out a smile that crinkles her eyes.

“Alright guys, don’t work too hard. You need proper rest, too.” She nods at them and then at you before gathering her things and leaving.

You three go to a nearby café and order before deciding where to sit. Even after your orders had come, Jungkook was looking about and stalling.

"Just go right to the point, Jeon.” Minyoung informs him before stuffing a piece of cake in her mouth, "She's waited long enough to hear what you have to say."

He sighs and braces himself. “I.. heard that the coach seems fond of you.”

Minyoung drops her fork on her plate as you choke on your strawberry milkshake.

"Wait, do I have to be concerned about that?!" You sat up straight and questioned him loudly in panic.

He stuttered around his words, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “No! No, not at all. That's not how I should've phrased it."

He really should not have! Thank God, because you were about to call the cops for a second there. Minyoung chuckles from beside you, uttering a weak "what the fuck was that?"

He scratches at the nape of his neck, a nervous fidget you notice he does sometimes. He sees you and Minyoung offer him a little grin, which is enough to ease the tension in his shoulders.

"I was wondering if you could be the one to bring up budget renegotiation to him since he might actually listen to you," he says quietly.

Minyoung lets out a small “Oh.” as he says that, and you look back and forth between the two of them, wondering what this was about.

"There will be a meeting before the season officially begins, and that will be the final time the budget may be renegotiated. I need your help in convincing the coach to at least equalize the numbers with the girls' team." He turns to face Minyoung. "I sincerely hope you don't mind."

She gives him a kind grin. "Certainly not. In any case, we're all vying for championships."

Wow. It seems like just yesterday that they were attempting to claw each other's eyes out. You'd think this is a positive thing. It was a superficial rivalry anyway, arising from the same problem they're attempting to solve right now.

"But, why me? And why the coach? Shouldn't the discussion take place with the volleyball team's adviser instead?" You ask them.

"Well, you see, the adviser is there for formality since every sports team needs one. Coach Kai is the one in charge of and oversees all of our activities." Minyoung answers for you.

You exhale a quiet sigh before turning back to him. "I'm not sure I have a say in that, Jeon. I'm still new to the team, and I feel like I'd be pushing it if I tried to discuss money with him."

"But all I ask is that you try. I need you to at least help me in negotiating," he continues with desperation and you turn to look to Minyoung for advice. She reciprocates with a nod.

“Uhm.. Okay," you say, and you watch him breath a sigh of relief.

"I'll help in any way I can, too," Minyoung adds.

He gives you both a sincere grin. He was relieved that his misguided hostility against you didn't drive you away from him, because you were both genuinely nice people. With you agreeing to his request, his shoulders relax a little as he thinks he's one step closer to redemption.

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You hand the folder to the Volleyball teams’ adviser and she thanks you for your work. You bow to her before approaching the Coach's desk.

“Coach, we’ve finalized the request for this weekend’s practice game. Sumi couldn’t make it today but here’s the paperwork she asked me to hand in.” Coach Kai accepted the folder in his hands and thanked you before dismissing you, but you stood still in your place.

“Uhm.. Coach, it says on the schedule that a meeting will be held next week for the sports teams before the official season starts.” You ease into the conversation. He hums in response.

“Right, thanks for reminding me of that.” He didn’t bother looking at you; eyes fixated on the work on his desk.

“I was wondering if I can talk to you about the budget? The boys’ team’s in particular.” You prompted and you saw him pause to look at you.

You prepare to whip out your persuasion skills as he mulls over what you said.

“Why?” He simply said and you were dumbfounded for a second before picking yourself back up.

“Jeon asked me to bring it up.”

He brushes his chin with his hands as he thinks again. "But he didn't tell you why their budget was cut?"

"T-they lost the championships last year," you stammered, unsure. Jungkook didn't tell you that explicitly, but that's what you've heard, and that's all you know about what happened.

Coach Kai nods as if thinking of something, and you nearly breathe a sigh of relief until the next words he says.

"He didn't say why they lost, did he? Come back to me when you know everything, and I'll be more than willing to negotiate with him," he adds, turning away from you, signaling the finality of his statement.

You entered the classroom from the rear entrance, close to where Jungkook sat. You sat next to Taehyung in the vacant chair before tapping Jungkook on the shoulder to relay the news. He turned to face you, and consequently, Jimin too, who was seated beside him.

"About the thing you asked me to do..." You looked at him, then at his two friends, both of whom were staring at you, since you weren't sure whether he wanted them to know. He nods to signal you to proceed.

"Coach refuses to hear about renegotiating the budget through me when I had no knowledge why and how the cut happened," you continue, seeing his shoulders droop as his two friends gaze at him in surprise, having no idea what you guys were up to.

"He says he'd be more than willing if you told me everything, though." You continue, and he stiffens in his seat.

He could talk to the old man personally to avoid having to reveal all his wounds to you, but now that the coach knows he wants to negotiate through you, he knows the old man is dead set on having you know what happened. He really wants to torture me about this, huh. He returns his gaze to you and sees you waiting for him expectantly to say something. Jimin and Taehyung mirror your expression as they wonder how their friend will handle this. The events of last year were only known by a limited number of people, which included the whole team and the team advisers, after all. Having another person know would be like poking on his wound and opening it further, and he’s not sure if he can handle that.

You can all see through his eyes that his thoughts were racing a mile a minute. Jimin pats him on the shoulder reassuringly, and he seems to snap out of it. He stares you in the eyes once more before saying, "Forget it," and turning his back on you. You hear Taehyung audibly sigh beside you.

You were puzzled by his response. He had such resolve in his eyes when he brought up the subject to you, and now he's going to give up on it just like this? You tried to let it go, to believe that it was his decision and that it was now out of your hands, but you can't help but be bothered now that you already had one foot in the door.

Taehyung ruffles your hair to jolt you out of your trance before asking you to return to your seat, which you did absentmindedly, attempting to figure out where to proceed from here.

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