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emerald-chaos · 3 years

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Coney Island

Hi friends! I appreciate all the love and response I’ve gotten for my writing over the past week or so. You guys sure know how to make a gal feel loved! This is another little idea that came one night when I was screaming to a good friend of mine (which is how a lot of my ideas come to me lmao) about how pre-serum 1940s Steve deserves the best. It’s not necessarily my best work, but Steve Rogers deserves some love too. I hope you guys enjoy! Also please feel free to let me know what you guys would like to see me write next :) Enjoy! xo

Pairing: Pre-Serum!Steve x Reader

Word count: 1895

Warnings: swearing and bad attempts at being funny lol

a/n: this was uploaded on mobile because I’m at work tonight so if it looks funky I apologize! I’ll try to fix it after I finish my 3 night stint lol.

As the sun began to set and the hot July air began to cool, Steve couldn’t believe the situation he’d found himself in yet again.

“Come on, pal,” Bucky chuckled as he pat his friend roughly on the shoulder, “I’ve never met someone who was this upset to meet up with a couple of beautiful ladies.”

“What? And somehow be the third wheel on a double date again?” Steve quipped back at his long time friend.

Bucky replied with a roll of his eyes and waved off his friend, turning his body toward the Coney Island parking lot to see if he could find the girls they were supposed to be meeting.

Steve regretted that he sounded so bitter, but these “double dates” that Bucky dragged him on were somewhat of a joke. It was always the same song and dance. The girl who Bucky was attempting to court would bring a friend, either for moral support or to try and set her up, and that friend would always be wholly disappointed when she saw that Steve was who she was stuck with. Steve knew that not every girl had to like him, of course, but occasionally it would be nice to be as sought after or wanted as Bucky was - or at least to not be looked through by every girl he met.

“There they are,” Bucky grinned, raising his arms above his head to signal the two, “over here!”

Steve took a deep breath and prepared himself for the inevitable look of disappointment that he had become so accustomed to. Instead, as he turned he was met with a stunning pair of eyes and a soft smile splayed across the most incredible pair of lips he’d ever laid his eyes on. Seeing you made him feel like all the air had been forced out of his lungs and no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t catch his breath. The only other time he remembered experiencing the sensation was after a particularly bad time that he had gotten the living hell beat out of him in the alleyway - except this time, it was a good feeling.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Steve.” You said, your voice soft and warm - like honey.

There’s no way that could be a blush on your cheeks, right?

“Well, we already got our tickets,” Bucky’s voice brought Steve back to the present, “so what do you say we head in?”

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For the first time in, well, forever, Steve actually found himself enjoying the evening. The small talk didn’t feel stiff or forced, you never recoiled at any of the accidental touches throughout the night, and you actually looked him in the eyes when you were having a conversation. If you were disappointed in being stuck with Steve, you hid it pretty well.

The unrelenting sun had finally set and the colorful lights of various rides and booths reflected off of the water. You had been on a couple rides, enjoyed some hot dogs and funnel cakes, and now the group of you had been sucked into one of those carnival game booths. Bucky was attempting, as usual, to show off for your friend by trying to win her a stuffed animal.

“Would you like to take a walk or something?” Your voice captured Steve’s attention as he turned to look at you. You grinned a little before adding, “It’s kind of sickening to stand here and watch them act like this.”

Steve was caught off guard, both at the jab directed to your friends and the fact that you would even consider being alone with him.

“I, uh, yeah, sure, we could do that,” he nodded quickly, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

You smiled and started down the boardwalk.

This is too good to be true, right? He thought to himself. She’s obviously just trying to be nice.

“Steve?” your voice cut through his doubts. He hadn’t even realized that you made it several feet away from him and he was still planted in the same spot.

“Oh! Yeah, coming! Sorry!” Steve blushed as he hurried to catch up with you.

The two of you walked side by side for a few minutes, an oddly comfortable silence lingering between you.

“How are-”

“Have you-”

Steve’s eyes met yours as you both began to speak simultaneously and you shared a laugh together. Steve could feel the warmth rising in his face and he hoped to God that he wasn’t blushing like an idiot.

“You first,” he smiled softly.

“I was just going to ask how long you and James have known each other?” you asked, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

And there it was.

To anyone else the question would seem innocent, but Steve knew better. You had only drawn Steve away so you could question him about his friend - the same way every other person before you had done. There was a heat building inside Steve’s stomach. How could he be so stupid? How could he actually believe that someone like you could be interested in someone like him?

“T-the only reason I ask is,” you blurted, sounding...nervous? “well, because the two of you are so different. I mean, not in a bad way! Just like, James is so...cocky and loud and you’re...well you’re not.”

Steve stopped walking and looked at you. His thoughts were racing through his brain like a freight train. What exactly were you trying to say?

“God I'm so bad with words,” you laughed, shaking your head, “just forget I said anything at all.”

“You don’t have to feel bad for me, you know. If that’s what this is.” Steve couldn’t hold back the words, and they sounded much colder than he meant them to. He was just so tired of living in his friend’s shadow. The only time girls were ever nice to him was because they wanted to impress Bucky. He was sure that’s what you were doing too.

Once he noticed your brows furrow and a look of sadness overcome your face, he wanted nothing more than to rewind time and take his words back.

“Is that the type of person you think I am, Steve?” Your voice came out a little shaky, but Steve could still hear the hurt he had caused.

Steve sighed and rubbed his face.

“I’m sorry,” he started as his hands fell from his face and he met your gaze again, “I’m just...I’m not used to this.”

“And what exactly is this?” you asked, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“Someone on these double dats being interested in me.”

He could tell that his words caught you off guard. You were quiet and your arms slowly fell to your side. Steve was having trouble reading your expression, but it looked somewhere between someone who saw a puppy left on the side of the road and someone who was trying to understand a foreign language.

“Just...Just forget it. I shouldn’t have said anything. I’m sorry.” Steve waved his hand, as if he was trying to dismiss the conversation.

What he didn’t expect was for your hand to intertwine with his.

Steve’s gaze lingered on your connected hands for a minute before traveling to meet your eyes.

“You’re not very good at this, Rogers.” You said with a small laugh, “Here I was, thinking I was being too obvious.”

“I-I’m afraid I don’t follow,” Steve slowly responded.

You laughed again, the sound slowly becoming one of his favorites. Before he knew what was going on, you were pressed flush against him and capturing his lips with yours.

This would make the third time Steve had felt the wind be knocked from his lungs.

The kiss was slow, soft, and unlike any other he had ever experienced. It reminded him of the time his dad told him how he knew his mom was the one.

Well, when we kissed it felt like the rest of the world melted away. At that moment in time, it was just her and I.

A shiver ran down his spine as the warmth of your lips left his. As though he was drunk or coming out of a haze, it took him a moment to open his eyes and focus his vision back on you. There was a cute pinkness to your cheeks and you had a doe-eyed expression. It took a moment for the heartbeat in his ears to fade away - the joyful screams of park patrons and whirring of machinery returning.

“I like you, Steve,” You told him, giving his hand a gentle squeeze, “In fact, I've liked you for a while.”

You watched as Steve’s adam's apple bobbed up and down as he gulped.

“You,” Steve cleared his throat as the word came out as a squeak, “you do?”

That smile he adored returned to your lips as you nodded, “I do.”

Before he had an opportunity to respond, you were speaking again.

“I see you at school, you know, around town too. I’ve always noticed how kind you are to everyone. The way you hold the door open for the old ladies at Church. That one time you gave Johnny your lunch because his parents forgot to pack him one?” the smile on your face growing bigger as you recounted the times in which you fell for Steve Rogers, “I mean, what’s not to like.”

Steve felt an asthma attack coming on.

“James is nice and all,” you leaned in then, as if you were telling a secret, “but he’s also kind of a bastard.”

Steve couldn’t hold back the laugh that tumbled from his lips and you quickly joined him. This felt like some sort of twisted dream to him - you standing here, confessing your feelings to him. Never in a million years did he think someone as beautiful as you would even talk to him, let alone have feelings for him.

“Obviously I’m kidding, but in all honesty... you are one of the best men I’ve ever met, Steve. I’m sorry that any one has ever made you feel less than.” You squeezed his hand again.

This time it was Steve who initiated the kiss, holding your face between his hands as he moved his lips against yours. Your hands found a place on his waist and your bodies slotted against one another - like they were two puzzle pieces made to fit into one another. You tasted sweet, like funnel cake, and your lips were soft against his slightly chapped ones. Steve hadn’t kissed very many people in his lifetime, but if this were the last kiss he got to have - he could die a happy man.

“Ahem,”

The two of you separated to see your friend, holding a huge stuffed bear, and Bucky standing before you, grinning like fools.

“Are we interrupting something?” Bucky mocked the two of you, sending a wink to Steve.

“Shut it, Buck.” Steve warned, although he couldn’t help but grin back at his friend.

“Come on, lovebirds” Bucky teased, “my girl here wants to ride the ferris wheel again.”

You smoothed out your dress and smiled at Steve, lacing your fingers once again with his as the two of you followed your friends toward the ferris wheel.

For once, Steve was going to have to thank Bucky tomorrow.

#Steve Rogers #Steve Rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #preserum steve #Chris Evans characters #steve rogers fic #Steve Rogers imagine #captain america #captain america x you #steve rogers x y/n #marvel fanfiction #1940s!steve

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goldemas1244 · 3 years

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If people are asking how my drafts look like, the answer is below the cut

Turbo flashbacks to when he died via Diet Cola Mountain. It was hot and he felt his code being torn to bits (pun intended). Then there was something about his eyes blablabla. And everything turned to white.

[Fancy writing ^]

Turbo woke up in a blank white space. He was in his old Turbo suit lmao. He opened his eyes and realised he was floating somehow. He looked at his hands and then stood upright. Somehow. Like he anti-floated or something I don't know.

"Where... where am I?" he thinks. He looks around and all he sees is white. He is confuddled and scared. Is this the afterlife? Boy it's pretty cold.

Suddenly a door opens in front of him. Thhe light from the door blinds him more than thhe white of the room. He shields his eyes away. But lmao he also do be peeking because he sees two figures infront of him. Tall, a little blue. Ohh no.

It was them! The Turbo twins! [Omit this, we need more poggers descriptions]

"Insert somewhat of a muffled friendly passive aggressive greeting by the first Turbotwin."

"Insert muffled continuation of said greeting by another Turbotwin."

"No, it can't be!" Turrbo thhinks and takes a step back. Suddenly behind him was a wall. Somehow. He frantically looks infront of him.

Now insert Turbotwins talking to him, chuckling about him. But he can't hear. It's all drowned out. Fear or disbelief who tf cares.

"No!" Turbo tries to talk but he can't talk. His hands clasp his mouth or however you say it. Then they touch the wall behind him. Like uhh... wall touchy touchy scared. Dat good? Anyways he says something like "no no it can't be stay away from me I'm not dead yet" or whatever.

Then the two bros (bless them) go over to him. One has his arm outstreched and hand infront of Turbo's face like a metre away.

"Da hecc u doin m8?" He thinks. "I am the greatest racer ever how dare you corner me this wa-"

Suddenly Turbo is filled with memories. Of the sins he has done lmao ohoho he fucked now

Ok NOW he do be scared doe.

A twin take a step close UwU. Turbo back against the wall. Scared. Teeth out kinda scared y'know?

Anyways step by step and Turbo goes downwards.

Did I mention big Turbotime bro has this creepy face on him like lemon demon from fnf?

Anyways Turbo is now sitting on the floor hands still on the wall like a scared kitten. His eyes do be wide.

But he's crying. Oh no he's crying with his eyes open. I am an angst writer.

But he can't speak. He is helpless. His mouth is open like a dead fish's tummy after mom cuts it open to make curry.

He can't breathe. Actually he can't even remember if he needed to breathe at all.

And the hand starts slowly approaching his face and-

Your Highness?

King Candy opens his eyes and sees Thour Bill the best boi. He stammers a bit then before Thour Bill can say a word he recoils away. Like sits up and recoils to the wall or bedframe, wherever his bed is really.

"Thour Bill." He starts. "Am I-" "he gulps. "Am I a bad person?"

Now our lovely Thour Bill knows the King is having a mental breakdown like I do every Tuesday (worst days ever. At least they have the least subjects.). So his eyes grow big and wide and a big sad.

A tear falls down the King's cheek. Lmao. He stammers again. Now his face is in his hands. Or his knees. Y'know what doesn't matter he's having a mental breakdown let him pose how he wants.

I headcanon this guy to cry without sound besides the occasional ragged gasp. So bee hoo suffer.

Then Thour Bill (bless his poor little sour heart) slowly approaches the king and grabs his shaking arm (the king's; Thour Bill doesn't have arms)

Then since there is a little bit of room next to the king Thour Bill scootches over and climbs up and looks at the king all sad-like.

Then he hugs the king from the side.

Then I insert amazing end quote here and the story ends.

The End

Might make a fluffy alternative idk

Or might make an angstier version where IT'S NOT A DREAM MUAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA

#angst #draft #story draft #lmao #doodle #Turbo fanfics

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hello-im-not-a-possum · 4 years

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Joey makes a grave mistake (Haunted Prompt)

“Now kid, don’t yous eva let me catch ya anywhere near dat church ova dere, it’s a lotta things, but it sure ain’t no house of God no more...”

“Okay! Bye Mr. Polk!”

“An’ be back before sundown! yer folks worry a lot about yous!”

“Will do!”

Ignoring Henry’s neighbor’s warnings, Joey Drew threw his sketchbook, a handful of pencils, an eraser, a flashlight, and his father’s book of the occult into his bag, took his best friend’s hand in his own and immediately skipped off to the old church. (As soon as he was sure that they were out of ol’ Polk’s sight, that is.)

“Isn’t this exciting Henry?! A haunted church, just a half-mile away from here! Think about it; somewhere in the churchyard of this old backwater town is an honest-to-god monster! With large sharp teeth and huge claws! You gotta be at least a little bit curious...”

“But didn’t Mr. Polk warn us not to go there?”

“Pssshh. Mr. Polk’s just a superstitious weirdo.”

“It’s not just him, All the adults say it’s a bad idea to go over there! My dad says he hears hell hounds braying at the moon some nights...”

“Then all the adults here wouldn’t know what fun is if it bit them in the butt!”

“I still think we should go do something else.”

The boy gave his friend a devilish smirk.

“Why? are you chicken?”

“I’m not a chicken!”

“Yes you are!”

“No I’m not!”

“Henry’s a chiiick-eeen!” Joey teased “Bawk Bawk Bawk!”

“Joey!” Henry grabbed his friend’s shoulders, forcing him to look at him. “I think that the place isn’t haunted, but it’s probably falling apart and full of dust, mold, spiders and bats. The adults just don’t want us to get hurt or sick!”

“...What kind of bats do you think are in there?”

“Joey, that’s not the point. The point is we can’t go into that church!”

“And we’re not! we’re just gonna check out the graveyard near the church. Even if we don’t go into the haunted church that we’ll probably never see again in our lifetimes-”

“I live here. If I wanted to go there, I’d see it any time I wanted. Why do you want to see the old graveyard, anyway?”

“Because maybe we can find cool bugs to gross out Nathan with somewhere in there.”

Henry tapped his foot and raised an eyebrow at his friend, obviously not believing him.

“Okay, maybe just a little peek won’t hurt?”

“Joey...” He crossed his arms and tapped his foot louder. “If you so much as peek your head in there, I WILL tell your mom where we went.”

“Fine... we won’t go to church.” The boy huffed and pouted, he hated it when Henry played the ‘I’ll tell your mom’ card. “But let’s compromise: we stay in the graveyard until the sun goes down, then I’ll take you back home and I’ll go back to the motel.”

“Thank you.”

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Surprisingly true to Joey’s word, when the boys arrived at their destination, They stayed in the graveyard. Although, that could’ve been because Henry would’ve told Joey’s mom otherwise. Joey Sylvester Drew didn’t fear the unknown horrors of the earthly realm, the wrath of God or even the hottest Hellfire the Devil himself could light up, but he feared his mother’s wooden spoon like no tomorrow.

The two explored the graveyard, wrote down names they thought were either funny or interesting, looked for bugs (but didn’t have any luck, not only were there no bugs to be found, but the spider Joey wanted to catch skittered away too quickly), and when it got a bit late, ate sandwiches (which Henry packed) on the bench under the rotting oak tree and they sketched the eerie landscape, as well as adding skeletons and ghosts coming out of their graves to dance and sing.

“Hey Henry?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you ever wonder what it would be like to live in a haunted house?”

“Hmm.” Henry paused to take a bite of his fifth sandwich before answering “I don’t think I would be comfortable staying in a place I know that people died in. Especially if they died horribly.”

“Well I’d think it would be cool.” Joey drew a top hat on one of the skeletons. “If I was a ghost, would you let me haunt your house?”

“If you were a ghost and you tried to haunt my house I’d call an exorcist. Why don’t you haunt your own house?”

“Henry!” Joey playfully shoved his friend while laughing. “You’re so mean!”

An hour later, the sky turned to a deep orange, signaling it was time to go home. The boys packed up their things and Joey flicked on his flashlight and led the way back.

However, the thing about autumn is that the sun leaves a lot sooner than it does during the summer, which was practically yesterday for Joey. Soon the stars and silvery sheen of the full moon shone through the pitch black night, the darkness making the shorter boy’s flashlight all the more important.

“Ma’s gonna kill me.” Joey groaned. “I didn’t think the sunset would be so short!”

“Should we tell her we got lost? Maybe she’ll go easier on us then?”

“Don’t do that! She might never let us see each other again if-”

The boys froze in place as they heard leaves rustling behind them.

“Joey?”

“Y-yeah..?”

“Do you hear that too?”

“Mm hmm” Joey gulped. “D-do you think Mr. Polk followed us to make make sure we stayed out of the church?”

“I hope so, but I think he’d call out for us if he did...”

Henry flinched as the rustling grew louder and Joey shined his flashlight towards the source of the noise.

Both boys’ hearts pounded in their ears as they saw the giant snarling wolf.

They screamed and fled but the wolf was far faster than the two boys, catching up on them in mere seconds, but Joey was faster than Henry.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUGGGGHHHHH!!!”

Henry screamed out in fear and pain as the wolf pounced on him and sank his teeth deeply into his back.

Fueled by adrenaline and the fear of losing his best friend in the world to some monster, Joey grabbed a large branch and threw it at the creature. As it recoiled, the frightened boy grabbed Henry and pulled him away from the beast, running as fast as he could.

Joey was too scared of the beast behind him to notice that Henry seemed to be getting lighter, he also didn’t notice the fur quickly growing on his best friend’s back, or that his teeth were falling out to make room for fangs. But Henry did notice the fur growing on his arms that his fingernails had fallen out to make room for sharp wolf’s claws.

“Joey... You gotta leave me behind!”

“NO!” Joey clutched Henry tighter, tears were streaming down his face. “I’M NOT LETTING THAT MONSTER TAKE YOU!”

“JOEY! PLEASE!” Henry begged, showing his developing paws to Joey. “I DON’T WANNA HURT YOU!”

“YOU WONT!” Joey screamed out of desperation “I KNOW YOU WONT!”

If Joey was going to be too stubborn to save himself, then Henry would save him. The new werewolf wrenched himself out of the still human boy’s grip with ease and fled into the woods.

But Joey followed him, he followed him and-

SNAP

Joey found his leg stuck between the teeth of a bear trap.

Henry could smell the fresh blood coming out of Joey’s leg, and he could hear Joey cry and struggle to pry the bear trap open, and hear him flinch in pain as he failed. While he still feared what would happen to Joey when he became a full wolf, he also feared that the other wolf would eat him alive while he was stuck in that trap.

Before his humanity faded away completely, Henry ran back to his friend and broke the trap in half, freeing his very, very, very stupid friend.

His voice left him, making him unable to argue with Joey any longer (Unless you counted growling, barking, and howling as arguing.) He pawed and whined at his friend in a desperate plea to get him to leave him, looking much more like a wolf pup in a kid’s clothing than a human being.

While surprised but undeterred by this, Joey scooped up the squirming puppy form of his friend and clutched him to his chest as he limped towards the nearest house with its porch lights on.

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*Knock* *knock* *knock*

Joey could hear inaudible grumbling and heavy footsteps from inside the house.

*Knock* *knock* *knock*

The front door swing wide open, revealing Henry’s neighbor in his pajamas.

“Don’t yous know what time it is?! You’ll wake the whole town up with all dat rack-”

Norman’s anger quickly turned into shock and concern as he saw the bloody child shaking like a leaf in the wind, the boy had tears and snot still running down his face and was holding a live wolf pup who was still wearing his neighbor’s son’s torn-up sweater.

“Jesus Christ, kid...”

“M-Mr. Polk...” Joey sniffled “...What do I do..?”

Norman let the pair into his home and dressed the boys’ wounds up in bandages that Joey imagined army people carried with them. As he calmed down a little bit and tried his best to explain the situation, Henry’s neighbor didn’t yell or scream at him even once during the ordeal. (Although in his mind, he deserved to be screamed at.) Even after he admitted that he and Henry went to the graveyard by the church that he had just told them not to go to. He just listened patiently and said that he’d do what he could to help.

The rest of the night was a wild blur to Joey, so he assumed that Mr. Polk just called their parents, gave them dinner (Joey fed Henry his food when Norman wasn’t looking as he was too queasy from the experience to eat.) and let them crash on his couch.

The rest of the month, no, the rest of that year was also a blur to Joey. He knew his mom screamed at him for being so stupid, he knew the doctor told him his leg would have to be amputated, and he knew that Henry was horrified about his newfound lycanthropy and even if he’d never admit it, probably resented Joey for condemning him to that.

So he did everything he could to make it up to him. The supernatural forces weren’t as whimsical to him as they used to be but now they were so much more important. There was no cure for lycanthropy, but that didn’t mean that Joey wouldn’t do everything he could to make sure that Henry was at the very least as comfortable as he could be with his condition.

Whether that meant “unknowingly” hiring supernatural beings so that Henry would be less out of place in the office, spending countless hours weaving special charms to make the transformation itself hurt less, hunting down a shape-shifting raven monster and dragging him kicking and screaming into human civilization in spite of the fact his supernatural nature still was not fully understood by Joey, (But he knew that wolves and corvids were often friends, so the bird beast would make an excellent companion for Henry during full moons.) or simply filling up a fridge with bacon. If he knew of it and it would help, then no force on earth would stop him from doing it.

But even decades later when he was growing old and he and his lifelong best friend ran a successful animation studio together. The night where the two of them visited the graveyard still haunted him to this day.

#hauntober #haunted #bendy and the ink machine #joey drew #Henry Stein #norman polk #batim monster au #would you look at that #an au where Joey is a good person #fanfic

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shapeshifting-arch-mage · 6 years

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9/22/2018, Part 1

We don't need to take the boat this time! We're a witch! This time, we're flying in on a broom! Y'know, like I did the night before I got crushed to death by 2488? Yeah...We dismount and head to the resort grounds.

"so, wat u wanna do 2day, tem?"

"uuuuuh... cookys?"

"oh yea, cookies! but... were do we start?"

"uhhhh... i dunno..."

There doesn't seem to be anyone else here at the moment. Where would we even start our search for the mysterious cookie salespeople? Actually, speaking of buying and selling things, I just remembered something. And right on cue, Temmie does too. We go into the lobby.

We enter the lobby and assess our situation. Temmie has been missing Baku terribly. To the point where lately she's been writing "ばく" all over my walls in bright, neon colors. Since that is not a healthy way of dealing with this issue, I had suggested to her that we find some other DJs to come and help us throw our own rave party while we wait for Baku to return.

She was hesitant at first, because she didn't think other DJs would be as good as Baku, but I reminded her that since Baku's not here, we don't really have any other option than to settle for the second-best DJs. It's either them, or no DJs at all, so Temmie reluctantly agreed to help me find some other DJs to help us.

So we did! We found a pair of sisters who've been running a radio show ever since, according to them, the old DJ got fired for being too abrasive and rude to the callers. Although the sisters are radio DJs, they have been wanting to host a rave, and they would be happy to give it a shot for us! And we even found a few fellows who'd like to attend! Things are looking up for us, so far!

But perhaps, since we're here, we should buy some things to give out at the party, just in case our partygoers don't have anything to bring, themselves. ...Wasn't there a store here, before?

"were is store?"

We look around. There's the bar, there's the game room, there's the infirmary, where I've crashed for the night more times than I'd like to admit... There's the ballroom- oh, do calm down, Temmie, we're going to the store first, remember? Aaaaaand... no store. Huh... I wonder where the store went? Maybe we should look outside?

"but i wana go do hapy fun raevtiem in dancin' room..."

"ya, i kno, but we gotta buy stuffs so othr peeps can do happy fun ravetime wit' us, rite?"

"oh ya..."

We step out the door and back outside. The store isn't in there. Hmm, where should we look? We could probably get a better view from the beach.

"ooo! beach is gud 4 hapy fun rave-"

"yea, i kno, tem. lets go." We get down on all fours, stretch our legs up, and trot like a horse over to the beach.

We arrive at the beach, retract our front and back legs, and stand back up on our back legs. Huh... I wonder where everyone is? Well, more importantly, we need to find the store.

"is da store on da beach?"

"maybe? i dunno."

We'd better start looking. I don't want to dillydally. Let's see, over there is the... beach bar. I don't think that place sells what we're looking for.

"u sed u met Baku at a bar???"

"yea, i did. not dat one, tho. it was da one in th' resort bilding."

"oh ya?"

"yea, he was drinkin' from a lil', uh... it was a... uh..."

"a bottl?"

"no... it was to small to be a bottle..."

"wat was he drinkin?"

"he sed it was calld "aftershock". id nevr herd of it. i didnt kno dere was a drink called aftershock."

"shock?? does it make u do cool litening magicses like u do, hooman??"

"no, its just a drink."

"aww..."

I don't know exactly what the right word is for the container that Aftershock comes in, so I picture it in my mind so that Temmie can see.

She observes my memories intently...

"o ya, i remembr dat! u showd me wen yu first met him and dat lil short humin was throwin' stuff at him!"

"uh... ya..."

I don't think Coraline and Carrie are entirely human, but more importantly-

"hey hooman?"

"yea?"

"wen yu were lookin for a drink behind da countr..."

"yea? i was just lookin' for water or somethin'."

"ya, but... whyd yu have skelly arms???"

...Oh no.

OH NO.

I was hoping she would never, ever ask that... But I suppose with us sharing a body and having access to each other's memories, it was inevitable... 😔

Although my gloves were covering my hands and forearms, I suppose Temmie must have taken notice of my uncovered... uh... humerus...es. Humeri? I don't know what the plural for humerus is. And even without looking, Temmie could also-

"wate a minit!1!" Temmie cries as she continues to analyze the memory. "u were a skelly! u were a skelly like Baku!?!?! HUHHHHH??!??!"

I quickly clasp our paws over our mouth.

"Temmie, please don't yell!" I think, "I know you must be very confused, because-"

"i thot u wer a humans!1!" Temmie thinks back. "ur supposd 2 be a humanses!1! cuz u gota humin SOUL!1!! skellys dont gots hooman SOULS!!1!"

"Yes, I know... and you're right. They don't. But, as you know, I am a magic user myself, and I was able to use magic to transform into a skeleton monster. However-"

"Whhhhhh??" Temmie's voice is muffled as we yell into our paws.

"h-human... can turn into... monstr??"

"Well, I can. I don't know any other humans that can, but I can do it because I can use shapeshifting magic. The reason I turned into a skeleton monster was to better fit in with the other monsters of the underground, who used to come here and visit a lot."

"but u got a human SOUL??"

"Yes, the transformation only changed my body into that of a monster, not my soul."

"Whh... hwhwhwhwhwh..." Temmie mumbles into our paws. She cannot believe what she is hearing. Or, telepathically receiving, as it were.

And then, just when I thought this line of questioning would be over, she asks...

"does Baku no ur realy a hooman???"

"NO. No, he does NOT."

My reaction startles Temmie, causing us to recoil a bit.

"h-hoomin...?? u... u ok?? u mad at me?? i dont want u to be-"

"No, Temmie, I'm not angry with you. But there's something very, very important that I need to tell you right now."

"...ya?" Temmie clearly isn't convinced that I'm not upset with her.

"It is true that I first met Baku while I was transformed into a skeleton monster, but I have also met him in my normal, human body. He does not know that we are the same person, and I intend to keep it that way. It is absolutely paramount that I prevent him from finding out that the brunette, pigtail-haired human woman, and the skeleton monster wearing the bunny hood, are one and the same."

"...whys dat??"

"It's for my own safety, Temmie. I shudder to think how he would react if he found out that the skeleton monster he met at the bar, and the human who he's hugged, kissed, and fiddled around with the pigtails of, were the exact same individual. Dear lord... he would never let me hear the end of it if he found out..."

We lower our paws from our mouth and sit down. Temmie is seriously worrying about me right now.

"hooman...? do u... not like Baku...?" 😥

"its not that, Temmie. its that im just scared of what hed do if he found out..."

"why u scared of Baku?"

"well... im gonna tell yu somethin' scary he told me."

"w-wa??"

Even though no one else is on the beach at the moment, I decide this is probably something I shouldn't say out loud.

"One time, I asked Baku why he was even called Baku. And he told me..."

"Dreams are my playground, sweetheart. I do with them as I please."

Temmie tilts our head in confusion.

"wats dat mean?"

I move our head back up. "well, a bakus a thing that eats dreams. its got a trunk like an elephant-"

"wats an el-a-fint?"

"uh... its an... never mind. anyway, a bakus a dream eater. da Fresh para-"

😱 ...

😐 ...

"...da funky fresh DJ u no an' love is named after a dream eater."

"...wha??"

"yea, hes named aftr a dream eater. and he told me that dreams are..."

"...play ground?"

"yea..."

Temmie doesn't seem to be picking up where I'm going with this.

#discord #discord rp #temmie #undertale fan character

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The Office

2 teams of 6 good looking men, 1 intern, 1 receptionist and an overwhelming amount of tension and flirting.

Part One - The Intern

Genre: CRACK | Fluff | Angst Members: OT7 Word count: 3,317

A/N: Well… here it is… my child… coming at you, a story I started working on last august… I’m planning on updating biweekly on Saturdays. I hope you like it, it’s been a long time in the making. - Amelia

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It’s been 2 years since I started working at this electronics company; which is a long time considering I get shitty pay for what I have to deal with. Each day I come to work, answer the phone and listen to the problems of my co-workers. I’m practically their superior at this point, because they’re always pulling me into their ‘meetings’ and asking my opinion on their work or asking me if I have any ideas, even though I know nothing about marketing… they seem to want a female perspective on things. I don’t understand why they would stick me in a department full of men but they did… Honestly it feels like some sort of sexist joke sometimes but I have to pay the bills so, here we are.

Our company is a strange one. There are separate offices for the different departments and each floor works on a different product except the bottom and top floors. The bottom floor is a public floor and the food court’s there so it’s quite popular among employees’ and the top floor is for the President, Vice President and the other higher up’s who work here. Honestly I’ve never been to the top floor so it’s kind of a murky area to discuss.

Our office has two interlinking teams, the marketing team and their accounting team. When you first waltz into the room you’re greeted with my beautiful smile behind the receptionist’s desk. Walking a little further in to the left you can see the marketing teams desks arranged in a horseshoe shape. Min Yoongi is the Team leader of the 4th floor marketing department. His desk can be found at the back of the horseshoe, overlooking his two subordinates (That’s what he calls them but truthfully I think he knows they’re all on an equal playing field). Jung Hoseok, the marketing consultant is on the right of Yoongi’s desk and Kim Taehyung, the research analyst on Yoongi’s left. Once you pass that set of desks you’re faced with the accounting team, their desks in the same horseshoe shape. Kim Namjoon leads the accounting team, his senior accountant Kim Seokjin sits on Namjoon’s right and Park Jimin, the junior accountant sits on Namjoon’s left.

“Ok boys.” It was time to re-announce that the new intern was starting today. They all craned their necks up above their desks, giving me their full and undivided attention.

“The new intern is coming this afternoon for a little briefing and technically he starts tomorrow, but you’ll be meeting him today.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. We already know. You told us every single day last week. Of course we know.” Yoongi said as he leaned back in his chair, arms folded like some kind of lazy ass.

“I’m just reminding you to be on your best behaviour, and don’t tease the poor kid. If Bang Sihyuk hears anymore about our department being a place for goofballs he won’t be impressed.” I took a deep breath, “especially if he hears anything like that from an intern.”

“Why would President Bang talk to an intern?” Jimin questioned, the other boys nodding in agreement, denying the very obvious fact that they get silly sometimes.

“He wouldn’t. But if he hears some gossip about an Intern’s opinion of us, we’ll be on our third and final strike.” The office got quiet at the realization that this intern, if he’s a stuffy smarty pants, could potentially get us all in a boatload of trouble.

“What did you say his name was? John Cook?” Way to break the silence, Tae…

“No, Taehyung, his name is Jungkook.” I sighed, recalling last week’s turn of events when I brought this up. Let’s do a little flash back to refresh the memory.

The phones were off the hook. Calls were coming in from all the other departments who were working on the same new speakers. Since the ads were released two days ago the office is going through its busiest period, the feedback period in which the boys are bombarded with the results of their work. Namjoon was on the phone with an English speaking associate and Hoseok was also on the phone with a worker next door in customer service. It was mid-morning around 10:30, the same time every day that I state any important affairs they need to remember, also the time when the boys are the most functional and will remember what I say.

“Morning announcement time!” I said walking over to the partition between the teams. Their heads popped up from their work as they began attentively listening.

“So as of right now the only thing you’ll have to do this week is prepare for your wrap up meetings next week. You have an accounting meeting with Bang Sihyuk, a small meeting with the 5th floor marketing team, Jimin is requested to be there as well and the new intern is coming next Monday.”

“OOOooh, since when were we getting a new intern?” Taehyung looked around at everyone, expecting some sort of explanation.

“Since the beginning of the month, during the company meeting you so happened to be ‘sick’ for.”

“Ahhhh, they decided during that meeting.” He recoiled back into his chair, completely silencing himself. Everyone in the building knew he was most definitely not ill; he is a pro at avoiding the monthly 3 hour meetings. Hoseok hung up from the phone saying that the customer service rep had some good feedback for the product advertising, after that I continued on.

“Our department will get a business student majoring in marketing and his name is Jeon Jungkook. We will greet him on Monday and he will officially start on Tuesday. Please treat him well. I think I’ll let you decided amongst yourselves who should take charge of him.”

“Now what were you saying about John Cook?” Namjoon inquired after he hung up the receiver.

Dead silence.

Crickets.

Jin burst out laughing and so did I. Then Taehyung, Jimin and Hoseok followed, while a grin twisted up on Yoongi’s mouth as he whispered “idiot” under his breath.

“What?!” Namjoon looked at his co-workers, completely baffled.

“Namjoon, I think you’re still in English mode.” I managed to get out as I caught my breath. He sat there still confused. He genuinely thought I said John Cook not Jungkook because I had to actually spell it out for him. His head bobbed downward when he knew why they were laughing. I went over and patted his head like a dog.

“It’s okay Joon, at least you’re the most proficient in English, that means quite a lot in this business.”

“Hey! Come pet me on the head like that! I work so hard Y/n, I need some encouragement.” Hoseok pouted.

“Next time you make a mistake I’ll do the same for you.” I stated walking back to my desk to receive a call which I wired through to Jin.

And now, back to the present.

All the boys laughed at Taehyungs comment, except Namjoon. I shook my head, “That’s exactly the kind of thing you guys can’t say in front of the intern.”

“Y/n, you don’t actually think we won’t slip up and say something out of turn in front of him? That’s what we’re best at, right Taehyung?” Jimin piped up, defending the routine interactions they’ve developed.

“Yah! Don’t criticize me! You say the wrong thing too sometimes.”

“This bickering, is what you guys need to work on. I know you won’t be perfect but I’d like you guys to try because our jobs are currently dependant on one another’s performance.”

“And tell me why you aren’t leading this company Y/n? With all your talk about dependency you sound like a true leader.” Namjoon spoke, diffusing the semi-tense air the younger boys created.

I chuckled at his comment. “Because, I am not smart enough to event a new electronic product.”

“Tru dat.” Taehyung shouted as I sent him a sideways glare.

“Taehyung, not appropriate.” Yoongi interjected, “Finish working on the strategy report for the 5th floor meeting.” Taehyung shrivelled back into his chair as usual then Yoongi looked toward Hoseok. “You’ve finished all your work; can you put together a quick accounting summary with Jimin?” Yoongi took on a polite tone when he ordered Hoseok around; he definitely had a soft spot for him.

“Yes boss.” He chimed, giving a little salute before going over to Jimin’s desk to discuss the important numbers he would need for his summary.

The rest of the morning was quiet. I edited part of the accounting report for Jin. The meeting with President Bang is in two days so they needed to finish and polish everything by the end of the day tomorrow. I forwarded a few calls, sent some emails and threw 5 solid paper balls in the garbage. The marketing team have so much respect for me after my awesome show of hand eye coordination. I went to lunch with Jimin at 12:00. I wanted to make sure that everyone would be back in the office for 2:00 when the intern arrived. No one could leave for lunch later than 1:00. And if they didn’t leave before 1:00 I simply wouldn’t allow them to leave.

I knew Taehyung would follow us out and Yoongi and Namjoon would both leave at different times so that one team leader would be in the office. They always did that, unconsciously. One person from every department had to be present and we’re all quite used to this schedule that the times aren’t difficult anymore. Sometimes Jin brings lunch and shares with a few of us so we don’t need to leave anyway, plus we get extra pay for ‘working’ though lunch.

The cafeteria actually serves good food and it was re-vamped last year so most people enjoy taking their breaks there. I bought bread every day and milk along with some random protein -whatever I was feeling at the time- and made my way to a table by the windows, which were along the far walls. Jimin was right behind me, I could feel his calm energy approaching until he caught up and fell into step beside me. We walked in silence then slid in across from each other at a table for four. I like eating with Jimin because he usually won’t talk until we’re both done eating, the same goes for Jin. In general, the accounting team keep good company during lunch.

Both of us demolished our food in less than 10 minutes, leaving 35 minutes to chat.

“Jimin, I know I told you I’d let you guys decide who should be in charge of the intern but I want you to get close with the intern.”

“Whyyyy?” He stretched out the word with a playful glimmer in his eyes.

“Because you’re young enough to relate and you’re not Taehyung.” He laughed at my reasoning but still had more questions to throw my way.

“Isn’t he majoring in marketing though? Don’t you think he’d be better off working under Yoongi or Hoseok?”

“I thought about that… Yoongi will probably scare the kid originally so no, and Hoseok wouldn’t be a bad choice but he’s much older than the intern, so I thought you’d be a better choice.” He nodded along as he listened.

“But what can I teach him in accounting?”

“Reports, presentations, etc. Even if he did more work in marketing he’d probably be stuck doing similar work. It’s not like you have to make him work with you always, just befriend him. I’m sure Yoongi will use him in Marketing as much as he can.”

“You’re right, Yoongi hyung is known for his work ethic and how he miraculously gets the sunshines to also work efficiently.”

“You’re a sunshine too! You don’t work under him though… therefore you sound like some kind of side hoe.”

“What! Y/n! How could you say that, it’s so vulgar!” He giggled, “Don’t be saying things like that when the intern comes! Be PG for heaven’s sake!” His matter of fact smile destroyed me. Both of us were struggling to breath, we were in a fit of giggles until Taehyung sat down and we tried to compose ourselves.

“What’s so funny!?” He asked, his gummy smile surfacing as he watched our flushed faces.

“Nothing.” I unsuccessfully waved him off.

“I was just telling Y/n to be PG when the new intern comes!” Saying that a second time he almost rolled out of his chair.

“Jimin! Yah!” I wailed, also starting up my laugher again. Taehyung not knowing the full story still laughed along with me. The notion of Jimin lecturing me was too much for him.

“I better get back to work. I probably have a few voicemails to attend to.” I picked up my tray and sauntered off leaving the boys smugly smiling behind me.

I walked to the elevators. The building had three. Two for most employees to use and one for the higher ups who generally didn’t like to wait. When I made it back to the 4th floor I passed Namjoon and Hoseok presumably on their way to lunch. Once I was back in the office I saw the voicemail light blinking on my phone. One was from my mom, one from Bang Sihyuk’s secretary, two more from customer service. Customer service faxed me their comments and Bang Sihyuk’s secretary called to confirm Thursday’s meeting. I was going to call my mom back after I placed the faxes on Hoseok’s desk but Yoongi appeared beside me and I forgot she called (I called her when I got home).

“What’re those for?” He inquired, picking up the papers I had just laid down.

“More comments from customer service.”

“I’ll look over them.” He said, already scanning them as turned on his heel. I grabbed his sleeve before he got too far.

“Aren’t you going to go for lunch today?” Yoongi always forgot about his human needs during the feedback period, not as bad as he does during the finalization period but still, he has to eat.

“Oh, right…” He completely forgot.

“I have extra rice and chicken here Yoongi.” Jin held his lunchbox up above his head showing how deep his damn lunchbox was. He could feed like three people with that, I will never understand how he takes in so much food.

Yoongi smiled sheepishly, “You’re such a mom.” He whispered.

“Who? Me or Jin?” I pried.

Jin smiled and Yoongi with his pink cheeks ‘aggressively’ answered “Both of you.” which made me and Jin chuckle a bit. Jimin was back in the office by 12:45, Taehyung 10 minutes later. Namjoon and Hoseok returned at 1:15. Everyone worked through until 1:50 producing a boisterous atmosphere when the new intern arrived, ten minutes early. Front desk called saying that Jungkook would be up momentarily.

“Hey guys!” I stood up, “The new intern is here. Are you guys ready?”

“Mmm hmm Y/n, don’t worry.”

“Hoseok, I’m not worried.”

“Yes you are Y/n. You can’t deny it. We can all see that upper brow sweat.”

“Taehyung!” Yoongi hissed and slapped him up the head.

“Ow! What the hell hyung!”

*Cough, cough*

“Ohmygod.” I gasped. There he was, intern, Jeon Jungkook standing awkwardly in front of my desk, facing the large ‘teamwork makes the dream work’ poster on the back wall. Everyone froze. Yoongi flopped back into his chair, Taehyung was holding the side of his head in pain and the rest of the boys were sat with O faces. Namjoon was the first to move, quickly getting up and introducing himself. I sat back down in my chair, collecting myself, patting down my skirt and thinking of what to say.

Namjoon chuckled, brushed back what hair he did have and then extended his hand for a handshake.

“Hello I’m Namjoon, head of the accounting team.”

“Hi, my name is Jungkook.”

Jungkook seemed like a shy kid, he made eye contact with Namjoon but he looked panicked and uncomfortable. After Namjoon burst out laughing at his shyness he let out a shaky ‘ahaha’ and his features softened, only slightly. He patted Jungkook’s shoulder and maneuvered him around so he could see my face.

“So this is Y/n, she’s kind of our anchor.” Namjoon joked while gesturing to me. He was to unnerve the kid who was still kind of meh.

“Hi, nice to meet you.” Was all I could muster up. I shook his hand and got a better look at him. He was wearing a light blue button-down shirt, slacks and loafers. He had a red and black backpack slung over one of his shoulders and his new ID badge hanging around his neck. He was handsome and I was actually anticipating an average looking guy but no, our office needs another good looking guy. How many dirty looks am I gonna get at the water cooler now? Too many.

I sat back down as Namjoon went around introducing Jungkook to the rest of the boys. We don’t have room for another desk in our office so I thought he could share my large desk with me. Namjoon took Jungkook around to the others, introducing everyone and them reciting their positions one after the other. When he was done Namjoon brought the intern back to my desk and left him there. It literally looked like his dad just dropped him off for daycare or something. He looked maybe lost.

“So, Jungkook. Want to take a tour of the building?” He isn’t going to say no to me, and I don’t want to debrief him on all the guys’ personalities in front of them, that’d make this situation tenser.

“Sure.” He complied, following me out of the office.

“This is the hallway.” I motioned to the space around me.

He laughed, “I know Noona.”

“Noona?” I repeated making him blush and look away.

“Is it okay for me to call you that?”

“I’d prefer it if you just call me Y/n.” He nodded and I felt bad because it’s like I just shot him down? But I just met him so I’d rather he didn’t call me Noona. The silence ensued as we made our way around the floor and I showed him the different departments working on the same product as us. I showed him the bathroom, formal breakroom and the few nooks for lounging on break. We made our way to the elevators so I could show him around the main floor. Since it was after lunch time and everyone was back to work, the elevator was desolate.

“Tomorrow I want you to work with Jimin. They have an accounting meeting with President Bang Thursday and he can go over the details of the types of meetings you may sit through. Hopefully I can convince Yoongi to let you sit in on the marketing meeting that’s on Friday.”

“That sounds great Y/n, thank you.”

“You don’t need to thank me Jungkook. This is my job.” He peered down at me grinning.

“Your job is to manage everyone?”

“Not exactly but you seem to understand our office dynamic.”

“Yeah, I think I’ll like it here.”

“Really?” You returned his playful grin as the elevator was coming to the first floor.

“That’s good news because we were all worried that you’d be a little uptight. If I’m being completely honest with you, we have an exceptionally talented group of workers, and they're also exceptionally imprudent.” The elevator doors opened and Jungkook began to step out until I pulled him back in.

“I’m also exceptionally imprudent too.” I ran my hand down the whole set of numbers on the panel, raising my eyebrows at Jungkook.

“Oh, by the way. Your new office nickname is John Cook.”

“What? Y/n wait! Why did you do that? What nickname!? How can you walk so fast in those heels?! I need answers!!”

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