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nataliedanovelist · 3 years

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GF - Their Girl

Loosely based off of several cases that have, unfortunately, taken place in schools.

Mabel defends herself when a boy touches her, only to be the one to get in trouble. Not on her grunkles watch.

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“In 1930, the Republican-controlled House of Representatives, in an effort to alleviate the effects of the - Anyone? Anyone? - the Great Depression, passed a - Anyone? Anyone? - a tariff bill. The Hawley-Smoot Tariff Act, which - Anyone? Raised or lowered? - raised tariffs, in an effort to collect more revenue for the Federal Government.”

Mabel leaned back in her desk chair to stretch. It was cold in the high school, but luckily her seat was right in the sunshine, warming her up like a lizard on a rock. Her baggy yellow sweater fell off her left shoulder and she let it without giving it much of a second thought, then watched some birds on a tree as the Economics teacher droned on.

“Did it work? Anyone? Anyone know the effects? It did not work, and the United States fell deeper into the Great Depression.”

Tenth grade was too young to learn about something so boring. This was for suckers who paid money for it, like college students. Mabel held her breath to keep herself from snorting over her own inner thoughts. Grunkle Stan would be proud of her, she thought, and her thoughts wandered to him and Grunkle Ford, until she was snapped back into reality. Literally.

“Today, we have a similar debate over this, anyone know what this is? Class? Anyone? Anyone? Anyone seen this before? The Laffer Curve.”

A boy behind her (his name slipped her mind at the proper moment) was playing with her exposed bra strap. It felt like he had grabbed it, barely pulled it back, and let go. At first, she thought maybe it was an accident. Unlike, but possible. But then it happened again, this time the boy pulled the bra strap far enough that when he let go it slapped against her skin a little. It didn’t hurt, and the teacher’s boring voice drowned out the noise, but still.

“Anyone know what this says? It says that at this point on the revenue curve you will get exactly the same amount of revenue as at this point.”

Mabel turned around sharply at once and gave him a deadly glare. “Stop it.” She whispered firmly.

The boy grinned menacingly, and sneered just as quietly, “Make me.”

Mabel whipped her head back, making sure her long ponytail hit him in the face, but though her actions stopped him for a moment, soon he was back to pulling on her bra strap, each time pulling back farther and farther.

“This is very controversial. Anyone know what President George H. W. Bush called this in 1980? Anyone? Something-D-O-O Economics. Voodoo Economics.”

A loud snap sound echoed, a yell of pain and aggravation, and then Mabel Pines stood so sharply her chair fell backwards, turned around, and punched the jerk in the face, left-hook boxing style.

“Ms. Pines!” The teacher scolded loudly.

The whole class was on the edge of their seats. All the kids had seen what happened; the ones sitting closest to the pair had been well aware of what was going on since the beginning. While they were hopeful the jerk would get what’s coming to him, they all knew that wasn’t likely. Not under the most sexist teacher’s nose.

“To Mr. William’s office. Now.” He growled.

“But he was touching my bra!” Mabel defended. “He was invading my personal bubble even though I told him to back off!”

“It’s a very small classroom, Ms. Pines. And maybe he wouldn’t have touched it if you didn’t have it out for the whole world to see.” The man said coldly and pointed to the door. “Now please leave my classroom.”

Mabel knew there was no point in defending herself. She did a quick glance around the room to see if anyone would defend her, but no one looked ready to jump into the line of fire. She understood why. This guy had a bad reputation. Mabel loudly stuffed her notebook filled with doodles into her backpack, took it and her small purse, and stomped out of the classroom.

She did manage to catch the blood coming out of the boy’s nose and grinned.

At Mr. William’s office, the sweet secretary with old-lady glasses offered her a mint and was very nice to her. But soon Mr. William entered the room and had Mabel enter his office. Apparently the teacher had called ahead so Mabel didn’t have to tell the principal what happened, leaving the girl to feel like she was walking into the Lion’s Den.

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Dipper left his Robotics class to meet up with Mabel, who normally would be leaving Economics, so they could walk to their last class, Language Arts 10, together. Economics emptied pretty quickly thanks to the boredom, so Dipper was a bit confused when he didn’t see his twin sister out in the hall, and wondered if she was in the bathroom.

He saw a fellow student who shared Mabel’s Economics class, Rose, leave the ladies’ room, and so he asked, “Hey Rose, is Mabel in there?”

She shook her head. “Nah, didn’t you hear? She got sent to the office for punching Jeremy.”

Dipper grinned with pride, but it quickly went away; Mabel would only do that if Jeremy was doing something. “What’d he do?”

“Smacked her with her own bra strap.” Rose pulled down the neck of her t-shirt and demonstrated, “Like this.” And she pulled her bra strap and let go, making it snap.

“Are you kidding me?!” Dipper yelled and his eyes landed on the teacher to his right, standing with his arms crossed and looking out for rule-breakers.

The young man growled in his throat like an angry dog, ready to tell the jerk off, but he felt a buzz in his pocket and pulled out his phone while Rose walked away. Dipper calmed down a little, sighed, and walked to the lockers to lean against them as he responded to his newest text. He had no intention of going to Language Arts. He’d be on his way to the office soon enough in case his sister needed him.

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Ford re-read the maps and plans for Spring Break with an exciting grin all over his face. Soon the kids would be out of school and take a bus to the pier where he and Stan had docked the Stan O’ War II, then they would sail alongside the California shore, fishing, sailing, and occasionally swimming, for a whole week. They had been planning this since the holidays, when they had all facetimed for five hours while the old sailors were on the shores of the Netherlands. The kids had practically begged to go on the boat with them, and so they agreed to sail alongside Russia and visit California, planning to then re-visit Alaska quickly before sailing down to Oregon for the summer.

Stan climbed up from the cabin below as he pulled on his white t-shirt. “How much longer until the kids are free from prison?”

Ford rolled his eyes and checked his watch. “Ninety minutes. And it’s a twenty minute drive, so it’ll be about another two hours, Stanley.”

The youngest of the pair by fifteen minutes groaned and collapsed on the couch. “I could always hotwire a car and we could see them now. We can pretend one of us died and so we need the kids now.”

“Stanley, no.”

“Stanley YES!”

Ford chuckled and rolled up the map. “Text them if you miss them so much.”

“Maybe I will.” Stan snorted and pulled out his phone to text in the group chat. “Surviving okay, kids?” Just a casual greeting, and he and Ford were pleasantly surprised to get a little buzz back not a minute longer.

“Not really.”

Stan raised an eyebrow while Ford had his back to him and was organizing his papers. “Why? What’s wrong?”

Little dots appeared and reappeared. Stan knew what that meant. Dipper was being careful how he answered. Stan decided to check, and sure enough Mabel hadn’t even seen the texts yet. When he got a small paragraph back, Stan nearly crushed his phone in his fist. “WHAAAAAT?!”

Ford jumped a foot in the air and held his chest. “Christ, Stan, what…”

“Check your phone, Genius! We’re going to Piedmont. NOW!” And Stan slapped on his beanie and stormed out of the cabin of the ship with a slam of the door.

Ford picked up his phone, which had been lying face-down on the table, and once he was caught up on messages, he matched his twin’s anger and made sure his ray gun was in his blue hoodie as he left.

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Mabel sat in her chair with her arms crossed over her chest, letting Mr. Williams go on his tangent. According to the school nurse, she had broken Jeremy’s nose. Good. That’s what he gets for touching her. But apparently Mr. Williams disagreed, saying things like how her actions were unlawful and that she had no right to punch another student.

“Under no circumstances should you ever punch a fellow student, Ms. Mabel.” Mr. Williams said firmly.

“But he was touching me!” Mabel quickly injected, in some effort to defend herself. “He was pulling on my bra strap and smacking me with it! And I told him to stop, but he wouldn’t leave me alone.”

Mr. Williams snorted as he reached into his desk. “Well maybe next time you won’t wear such revealing clothes? How else are people supposed to pay attention to the lesson?”

Mabel felt her heart drop. She looked back down at her sweater, her purposely baggy yellow sweater that she had knitted herself a few months ago. This sweater - in fact, none of her sweaters - had ever been a problem before. Mabel plucked at her top and said in a quiet, timid voice, “But I made this.”

Mr. Williams glanced up from what he was writing for a second, before mumbling bitterly with his cold eyes on his paper, “Let the professionals make your clothes, okay? If you don’t want to find yourself in trouble then try wearing suitable clothing.”

Mabel felt her entire face turn red. She was so angry and so hurt and she saw no possible way out of this, so she decided to bite her lip and hide the lower-half of her face in her sweater, shrinking in her seat and lifting her yellow sweater up a bit.

“Now, I am giving you three weeks of detention.” Mr. Williams said. “Two for violence and invading a student’s personal bubble, and one for breaking dress…”

The door opened sharply. Mabel turned and her jaw was wide open to find her great-uncles at the foot of the office. At first she was jubilant to see them again, but then terrified to see them so angry. She had never seen them so mad. She knew they could be scary when they wanted to, but they had always seemed like soft old teddy bears to Mabel, what with their fluffy gray hair and warm hugs and squishy tummy-tums to snuggle against. Mabel was a little unhinged to find their faces darkened with anger. She could see a vein popping out of Stan’s forehead. Ford appeared to try to be collected, but his aura was as black as an imploding star, matching his brother’s quite well.

Mabel stood on shaking knees. Her uncles softened, ignoring the cold look Mr. Williams was giving them, and Stan was at her in an instant, with Ford right behind him, rubbing her shoulders and looking over her. “Mabel, sweetie, are you okay? Did he hurt you? I swear to Moses if that…”

“I’m okay, Grunkle Stan, I promise.” Mabel soothed, trying to smile, but she was still really nervous. “I… Wow, it’s great to see you guys, I missed you, but why are you here?”

“Dipper contacted us.” Ford said softly. “Said you were in trouble. What exactly happened?”

“She pu-...”

“I didn’t ask you.” Ford growled at Mr. Williams. Mabel actually shivered. She was so used to hearing a smooth, warm, comforting voice come from him, that hearing it growl like an animal like that startled her. “I am talking to my niece.” His eyes moved back on Mabel and he was instantly much warmer and not as scary. “What happened, pumpkin?”

“I was in Economics when this boy, Jeremy, was plucking at my bra strap.”

“Please show us exactly what he did.”

“Does it matter?!” Stan snapped. “He touched her!”

“Stanley, please,” Ford gave him a firm look, then returned his attention back to their girl. “Humor me.”

Mabel nodded in agreement. She had pulled her sweater down so it had covered both shoulders and sagged a bit on her chest. Now she moved it so her left shoulder was completely exposed, and she pinched at her strap. “It started like this,” She barely lifted it up, having little effect or sound. “But then after I told him to stop, he did this.” And Mabel pulled back far enough that when she let go it made a harsh slapping sound against her skin.

“Wait a minute,” Stan had caught a glimpse of it the moment she lowered her sweater. He gently turned her to look at the back of her shoulder, and he saw red. Literally. Her skin was reddening from the aggression. Not enough to swell or require ice, but enough to indicate just how invading and violent the action had been.

Stan was growling in his throat. He squeezed Mabel’s forearms reassuringly and said, “We’ll handle this, pumpkin.”

“Gentlemen,” Mr. Williams said firmly, still acting professional and snobbish. “Your niece here has violated several school rules and even went as far as to break a student’s nose.”

“You did?” Stan asked and patted her back. “That’s my girl!”

Mr. William’s nostrils flared. “Gentlemen, that is not what we should be teaching young…”

“While breaking cartilage is unfortunate, sir,” Ford said coldly, stepping forward, “It’s abundantly clear that she was only defending herself. Not only did the boy have no right to touch her, in any sense, in any manner, she was even gracious enough to give a verbal warning before she acted as she had to to get the boy to stop.”

Mr. Williams crossed his arms over his chest and snarled, “Well maybe if she hadn’t dressed in such a distracting way Mr…”

“Oh HELL NO!” Stan marched forward and slammed his fists down on the desk so hard he actually left cracks in the wood from the impact. “YOU’RE NOT PLAYING THAT GAME, ASSHOLE! NOT ON MY FUCKING WATCH!”

Ford made no attempt to silence his twin. In fact, he was smiling cunningly, like a policeman letting his dog go after the target. He gently walked Mabel to the door and ushered her outside. “Why don’t you wait outside, my dear? Dipper is waiting for you with a snack and some water to calm your nerves, you look a little shaken.” He said quietly.

Mabel dipped her head and smiled, unable to find the words, but Ford understood and closed the door after her.

Dipper was, in fact, there with a package of peanuts and bottled water in his hands for her. They sat in the cool office, listening to the conversation. While exact words were muffled by the walls and door, it sounded like Stan and Ford both were yelling and cursing at the principal. While Dipper and Mabel probably should have been more nervous, they weren’t; they were calm and they both knew that everything would be okay.

About half an hour later, just when the old men’s throats were getting a little sore, they left, leaving Mr. Williams to try to kill a small fire on his desk. Stan swiftly pocketed his lighter and smiled warmly at his kids. “Let’s ditch this hellhole.”

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Mabel was sipping some hot chocolate with extra marshmallows while Dipper was in the shower and her uncles elsewhere on the boat. She rubbed her shoulder with her free hand, elbows on the table, as she thought about the day. While she was grateful to not be in trouble and that the whole situation was over, it didn’t feel over. At least, the feelings it gave her hadn’t gone away.

The door opened and she smiled to see her favorite uncles coming inside. “Hey there, pumpkin.” Stan greeted warmly, but grew a little concerned. “You okay?”

Mabel blinked and tried to make a more convincing smile. “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

“That principal rattled you pretty good.” Stan pulled out a chair and sat next to her, rubbing her back. “C’mon, what’s on your mind?”

Mabel looked down at her hot drink, sighed, unsure of how to properly express her emotions, but managed to settle with, “It wasn’t fair.”

“No, it wasn’t.” Ford said firmly and stood on her other side. She looked up at him and the old scientist said, “What happened to you was completely unfair and should never be tolerated.”

Mabel nodded in agreement. “It’s just that… not only should Jeremy not have touched me, but you’d think people would have my back for defending myself, but… they made it seem like it was my fault…”

“Mabel Pines,” Stan moved his hand to her shoulder and squeezed gently. “That was not your fault. You did nothing wrong. You dress how you want and punch any guy that touches you if you don’t wanna be touched, and don’t let anyone tell you you should act differently.”

Mabel smiled weakly and nodded. “Okay.”

Stan chuckled and ruffled her hair. “That’s my girl.”

“Now hold one minute, Stanley.” Ford teased and wrapped Mabel up in a one-armed hug, making her giggle and hug him around his waist. “You were always terrible at sharing. She’s my girl, too.”

Stan smeared playfully and tickled Mabel’s ribs to loosen her grasp on Ford, pulling her into a big bear hug as she laughed. “Nu, uh. My girl.”

Mabel rolled her eyes as the twins only kept up the charade for another minute, filled to the brim with appreciation and power.

#GF #gravity falls #fanfiction #ford pines #stan pines #mabel pines #dipper pines #overprotective grunkles #Thanks for reading!

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soclonely · 4 years

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The Clones at Victoria Secrets

Rex- The Guy awkwardly holding his gfs purse by the changing room while she tries on stuff. Echo- Walks past the store as fast as he can every times and tries to avoid staring at the mannequins for too long so he doesnt make them uncomfortable Fives- Makes all of the underwear jokes he can. “so when ya gonna get these and wear them for me?” *awkward eyebrow wiggle* Jesse - Wife has a card out in his name and he doesn’t know it. Kix- The best friend who comes to shop with you. Ends up buying JUST as much Tup- the reluctant little brother that gets dragged along into the store with you and your mom Dogma- The store worker who is going around and constantly slamming the drawers right when you are done with them. Grumpy about putting things away constantly Hardcase- Sprays too much of the sample perfume, walks out smelling like a bordello Coric- Swaying to the music in the store while looking at the new sets of pjs and sweats in stock Bly- Shopping FOR his girlfriend without her being there. He knows what she looks good in and doesn’t want her seeing the price tags 99- The old grandpa trying to buy a gift card for his granddaughter. Oblivious to his surroundings Cody- He comes here for him and him alone. Waxer and Boil- Like to come during the free tote promos. spend so much, get a free bag! It holds so many kids things, and fashionable Wolffe- The husband sitting outside on a bench playing with his phone. He has been in this marriage long enough to know how this works. Boost and Sinker- Walk in to try and flirt with the workers. Hunter- “Hi do you have anything in Camo here?” Wrecker- Makes boob jokes around the bra display, puts them on his head and goes “look! I’m a zabrak! My horns!” Tech- Breaks out in hives because of nerves if he is within 100 feet of one. Girls. Crosshair- Lets his girl just flutter around the store while he awkardly stands where he can keep an eye on her at all times. He likes to say its for safety, but really doesn’t want her to go toward the $100 hoodies.

#captain rex #arc trooper echo #arc trooper fives #arc trooper jesse #medic kix #clone trooper tup #clone trooper dogma #clone trooper hardcase #medic coric #commander bly #99 #commander cody #waxer and boil #commander wolffe #boost and sinker #clone force 99 #the bad batch #Khai come get ya juice

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smuttyassholes · 5 years

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Home - Gikwang

Request: Can you do Lee Gikwang, where he hasn’t seen his gf in a month because of a tour. I know there aren’t a lot (if not any) smuts with him in them.

A/n: Can y’all tell I want this man to wreck me? Cause ever since Don’t Close Your Eyes came out, I’ve been haunted with his bitchass in that black suit just begging to get the succ of his life. - #4

“One more day.” You sighed to yourself as you crossed a red dash over the small calendar that stood on your nightstand.

One more day till it marked a month.

One more day till he came home.

You couldn’t completely complain though, knowing full well what dating Gikwang involved. Hell, you met him at a damn fan-meet.

But you were lonely. The house was too quiet without how he sang to himself or hummed while walking about. The bed was too empty without his imprint in the sheets, and not to mention cold.

Oh, how cold the past nights were. You even bought another blanket to make up for the lack of body heat.

There were some upsides to his absence, though. Like eating a single cookie for breakfast without getting scolded, or how you didn’t really have to cook anymore, surviving off of takeout (which he was never gonna know about).

Though you had your fun, you were still lonely. Sure, being able to do whatever was nice, but at what cost?

All you wanted was your boyfriend back.

You’re not sure when you fell asleep, the last thing you remembered was watching some rerun of an older show while you laid in one of Gikwang’s hoodie.

Nonetheless, you turned the TV off and threw the blanket back before rolling over and crossing a red dash across the current day with a smile.

Today was the day.

With that same smile, you grabbed another one of his hoodies, along with two towels and some underwear and headed to the shower.

You had nothing to do today, so what was the point it wearing real clothes? You were most likely just gonna lounge around and wait until he got home.

After showering, you moved the curtain back and reached for the towel, wrapping it around your body before wrapping your hair.

As you stepped out, you moved towards the sink to brush your teeth thinking of what to make for dinner since you knew he wouldn’t want takeout.

After finishing, you unwrapped the towel, tossing it into the hamper before putting on your underwear on and shaking the towel off of your hair, making sure to get all the excess water out before tossing that towel into the hamper, as well before settling on throwing your hair into a ponytail.

As you made your way back to your room, you decided to make the bed. Nothing fancy, but definitely not leaving it to look like how you left it when you got up.

By the time you finished, you still couldn’t think of a dinner idea, and you stuck your lip out with a pout.

Would he even be home at dinner time? Would he be back later? Would he be too tired to eat? What if he came home earlier?

You groaned in frustration at how he never told you what time he’d be back, and settled on the fact that he’d probably tell you what he wanted once he was home.

But the thought of him being back early had you shooting off the bed and running towards the living room, trying to clean up any signs of your messy habits, starting in the kitchen.

You grimaced as you saw the empty take out boxes in the trashcan and nearly face palmed. You were supposed to take that out last night.

With a sigh, you started cleaning, making sure nothing was left. No dirty dishes, no stains, no smells, no messes.

While you were on your little cleaning spree, you figured you might as well clean everything else, starting with cleaning out the fridge, then moving to the cabinets, getting rid of anything old, or things you just weren’t gonna eat.

When you had finished, you flopped onto the couch, and placed your phone on the coffee table while you turned the TV on, settling on whatever was on.

“Baby.” You heard someone whisper, a warm touch on your shoulder lightly shaking you. “Baby, wake up.” You heard the voice chuckle.

“Since when do dream people laugh?” You mumbled, turning over and putting your hand under your head, the hoodie riding up and exposing your underwear covered ass.

“This isn’t a dream.” The voice laughed, placing a playful smack on your ass.

“How can dream people deny their existence?” You mumbled again as you moved your hips. “Only one person would spank me and he-”

Your eyes shot open at the realization and you rolled over.

“It’s really you.” You whispered, getting up and throwing your arms over him.

“God, you take so long to wake up.” He mumbled, wrapping his arms around your waist. “I’ve been here for ten minutes already.” He laughed as he picked you up, your legs immediately wrapping around his waist.

“I missed you so much.” You whispered into his neck.

“Yeah, can you like, not breath on my neck.” He chuckled, moving the both of you to the kitchen so he could sit you on the counter. “Not having anything for a month makes a person kinda sensitive.” He laughed as he turned towards the fridge.

“Tell me about it.” You mumbled, your feet swaying as you watched him. “So how was it?” You piped up, your head moving around to see what he was grabbing.

“Pretty good.” Was all he said, turning back around with some eggs and vegetables, setting them on the counter next to you. “Would’ve been better if you were with me.” He smiled, moving towards the cabinets and pulling out some packets of ramen.

“Of all the dishes I racked my brain for, I not once thought of ramen pancake.” You shook your head, watching as he brought out a pot.

“Good.” He smiled as he filled it with water. “That means I get to cook tonight.”

“Ton-” You started but stopped. “What time is it?” You furrowed your brows.

“Close to nine.” He smiled, placing the pot on the stove and breaking the noddles before dropping them in. “Why, did you sleep the day away?”

“No.” You glared. “I cleaned all day. I guess I fell asleep around five-ish? Six-ish?” You questioned.

“Did it take you so long to clean cause you’re secretly a pig?” He raised a brow, grabbing a bowl and placing it next to you.

“If I said yes, would you be less attracted to me?” You raised your own brow.

“No, but instead of ‘kitten’, I can call you ‘piggy’.” He joked, earning a smack on the arm. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry.” He laughed. “But if you weren’t so kinky, I wouldn’t have anything to use against you.” He pointed out as he started cracking the eggs.

“You weren’t complaining about my kinks when I called you ‘daddy’.” You smirked. “Or ‘sir’.” Your smirk grew as he cracked one of the eggs a little harder.

“Remember what I said about sensitive?” His tongue poking the inside of his cheek as he reached for the vegetables. “You’re on thin ice, princess.”

“Ohh, Mr. Gikwang threatening me with chives-”

You were cut off with a gasp as his hand gripped your chin tightly.

“I get home after a month to my girlfriend dressed in nothing but my hoodie and thin ass panties.” He growled. “The last thing I need is your bratty little attitude.” He warned before loosening his grip. “So are you gonna behave?” He raised a brow and you nodded, earning a kiss to the forehead. “Good girl.”

You stayed quiet as you watched him continue to cook, the ache between your thighs growing the longer it took, but you didn’t dare speak up. The last thing you needed was for him to snap and end up burning the house down due to ignoring the stove.

When he was finished, he cut it in half, putting it on one plate, and grabbing a fork before making his way back to you.

“Ah.” He motioned you to open your mouth as he brought up a piece of food, holding it in front of your lips.

You opened your mouth and accepted the food, chewing happily as you hadn’t eaten the whole day, him doing the same.

If anything, his duality made you even more frustrated. How could he switch from being dominant to domestic so easily?

“How frustrated are you that all it took was some attitude.” You asked, testing the waters.

“You’ll find out later if you keep it up, princess.” His tone flat as he placed the fork in his mouth.

“Maybe I wanna find out.” You mumbled shy.

“What? You don’t want any sweet-lovey-dovey sex for my first night back?” He raised a brow in amusement as he placed the plate aside.

“Maybe..” You trailed off as you bit your lip. “You weren’t the only one who’s frustrated.”

He smirked, placing his hands on either side of you and leaning in, kissing you softly.

Your legs parted to make room for him as your hands came up to grip his face, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss.

He wasted no time closing the space between you, his hands slowly moving from the counter top to travel up your thighs before finding purchase on your hips, his fingers giving them a light squeeze.

“God, I missed this.” He groaned as he pulled away, hastily trailing kisses down your jaw while his hands slipped under the hoodie, snaking their way up to cup your breasts.

You said nothing, only biting your lip as your back arched into his touch, your hand flying to grab his hair as he sucked at the skin on the juncture of your neck and shoulder, your hips wiggling forward so you could get even closer.

“How much I’ve thought about coming home and just ruining you.” He mumbled, pulling away from you.

But before you could complain, his hands went to the hem of the hoodie, quickly lifting it up and over your head and dropping it on the floor before his hands removed his own shirt, smirking at how you licked your lips at the sight of him.

“I guess you missed me, too.” He chuckled, watching as your hand came out to run along his torso before moving back and pulling you into him, his bulge pressing deliciously against you.

“Part of me wanted to make love tonight.” He whispered, his fingers playing with the hem of your panties. “Show you how much I missed you.” He continued, his finger dipping down to press against your clothed clit, reveling in the damp feeling. “But I really don’t feel like taking my time.” He pressed harder, hooded eyes looking up to watch your head lean back. “Do you?”

You quickly shook your head, your hips pushing into his finger while your hand reached out to wrap around his hips, trying to pull him impossibly closer.

“So you want it right here?” His tone smug as he cocked a brow. “Right here on the counter?” He asked, using the hand that was on your hip to pull you into his bulge. “Right next to the food we didn’t even finish?” He asked, repeating the action as you nodded your head rapidly. “Such a dirty girl.” He smiled, pulling away from you yet again, chuckling as you whined.

“Lay back for me, baby.” He licked his lips.

You wasted no time doing so, hissing lightly as the cold tile made contact with your skin.

But the cold feeling didn’t last long as his hands trailed up your thighs, gripping the sides of your panties and pulling them down quickly, letting them fall next to the hoodie.

“Fuck, I missed this view.” He groaned, his hands back on your thighs as he pressed soft kisses from the top of your knee to your inner thigh, one of your hands coming up to grope yourself while the other went to his hair, gripping tight in anticipation.

“Touching yourself before I’ve barely done anything.” He tsked, his eyes looking up to watch as you pinched your nipple, rolling the small bud between your fingers. “So needy.” He said, kissing right above your clit. “And all for me.” He whispered before his mouth was finally on you, his tongue lapping at you while his hands spread your thighs so he could get even deeper.

The hand you already had in his hair was torn between tugging him away from you, and tugging him closer, too overcome with pleasure to think about what you wanted, your thighs trying to close around him despite his hold on them.

“Gi-Gikwang.” You gasped out, your hips grinding against his face. “M-More, please.” You whined.

He didn’t hesitate to oblige, his hand moving from your thigh, to tease your entrance with two fingers, smirking against you as you begged him to stop teasing.

And he did, pushing them inside you and pumping them quickly while his mouth moved to focus on your clit, lips wrapping around it and sucking harshly.

“Oh, fuck.” You moaned out, your back arching off the counter as your grip in his hair tightened, the pressure in your stomach building. “Shit, I’m go-” You were cut off with a cry as he pulled away completely, staring down at your panting form with hungry eyes.

With no explanation, he only tugged at his pants and boxers, not even bothering to step out of them before he slid his tip in with a groan.

“God, you’re so tight.” He groaned, his head falling back, taking a moment for himself after he bottomed out, the way you squeezed around him too overwhelming.

“Move.” Your whine brought him out of his thoughts, and his hips started up, wasting no time building up a pace and starting off brutal, his hand grabbing your legs and spreading them, the new angle causing louder moans to leave your lips, your hands falling to the side, searching for something to grab.

“God, you feel so good.” He grunted, watching as your breasts bounced. “I might just fuck you all night.” He licked his lips, his thrusts getting rougher while his hands dropped to grab your thighs, bringing you back to meet his thrusts roughly.

“Please.” You moaned out. “I never wanna forget how good you feel.” You whimpered, your hands moving to grab his wrists. “The toys just aren’t enough.” You admitted, your eyes opening at the realization of what you just said.

“So you cheated?” He cocked a brow, his hips slowing down. “I thought we agreed on no toys while I’m gone?” His hips now doing one harsh thrust to emphasize his words.

“I-I-” You started, but the way his eyes glared down at you shut you up.

“Did you,” He started, keeping up the one harsh thrust as he spoke. “Use toys,” Another thrust. “When we,” Another thrust. “Agreed,” Another thrust. “Not to?” Another thrust.

You only nodded, too scared how your voice would sound.

“Which one?” He asked, hips stilling entirely, ignoring your cry of protest. “Or were you so needy you used more than one?” He scoffed lightly, watching as you swallowed thickly.

“The vibrator..” You trailed off in a whisper. “And the dildo..” You closed your eyes before continuing. “And the plug.”

His eyes lit up at the last part, the thought of you with the jeweled plug he bought you making him groan.

“And you didn’t even send anything?” He smirked playfully, rolling his hips.

“I didn’t wanna get in trouble.” You whined.

“But you’re in trouble now.” He raised a brow, rolling his hips again. “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t pull out and get you off on those toys instead.” He smiled. “Because you obviously don’t need me.” He laughed, rolling his hips again, you moaning at the thought of him using the toys on you like he used to.

“Would you like that, princess?” He asked, his tone smug again. “’Cause I can feel you clenching at the thought.”

You didn’t respond, feeling the heat going to your face as your body spoke for you.

“Where are they?” He asked, pulling out entirely, holding a finger up to stop any complaints from you.

“Nightstand drawer.” You mumbled, watching him leave before closing your eyes.

You would fuck yourself over.

With how quick he was, you would’ve thought he never left.

“You’re in for a long night, princess.” He tsked, placing the plug beside you while he turned the vibrator on, setting it to the highest speed before dragging it along your inner thighs, your eyes screwing shut as he placed it over your clit momentarily before holding it as he pulled away. “I hope you don’t have plans tomorrow.” Was all he said before he was back inside you, resuming the pace he set before.

You didn’t open your eyes. You didn’t wanna see what he was doing, how he looked at you, how he moved.

And that was the death of you because you didn’t see him bring the vibrator back to your clit, pressing it hard against you as he used his free hand to hold your hips still as he fucked into you harder.

Your eyes shot open, bringing your arms up to the counter so you could look up at him, your eyes pleading for him to go easy on you.

But he didn’t.

With whatever strength he had left, he used it to completely ruin you, wanting nothing more than for you to scream out as you came.

“I’m gonna cum, fuck.” You nearly cried, your arms giving out as you fell back against the counter, your arms reaching out to grip his wrists.

“Then fucking do it.” He growled, pressing the vibrator even harder against your clit, even going as far as to rub it, loving how you screamed as your walls convulsed around him, his hips faltering from it before cumming himself, turning the vibrator off as his thrusts slowed down, smiling at how you twitched from your orgasm.

As he pulled out, he reached for the plug, smiling as he looked back at you.

“Roll over for me, princess.”

- asshole 4

#i love him a lil too much ngl #hightlight kpop #highlight kpop imagines #highlight kpop scenarios #highlight kpop smut #lee gikwang #lee gikwang imagines #lee gikwang scenarios #lee gikwang smut #gikwang #gikwang imagines #gikwang scenarios #gikwang smut #kpop #kpop imagines #kpop scenerios #kpop smut

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mikwrites-archive · 5 years

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“Have you seen my hoodie?” “Nooo.” “You’re wearing it, aren’t you?” with Five where he always steals reader's clothes and she kind of teases him about it? -&

he never really had his own sense of style so when he met you he just ‘borrowed’ a lot of your clothes

his fave is hoodies and sweaters

you, calling five on the phone: have you seen my hoodie ???

five: no

you: .... you’re wearing it aren’t you ?

five:

he just likes the feeling of wearing them like yeah this is my gfs hoodie n it’s warm

and you love it but u constantly tease him about it

he just flushed and sinks into the sweater more with a scowl

#fluffy friday #sweet saturday #five x reader #five imagine #five hargreeves headcanon #number five x reader #number five imagine #five hargreeves imagine #five hargreeves x reader #tua imagine #the umbrella academy headcanons #the umbrella academy imagine #umbrella academy headcanon

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too-weird-for-main · 4 years

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Humanized Symbabies comic stuff:

-WEAPONS:

Carnage has a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire with nails poking out of it

Riot has a big fucking hammer that just so happens to have “BIG FUCKING HAMMER”written on the handle

Phage has brass knuckles except they’re like... incredibly big spikes

Scream has a dagger strapped to her thigh and throwing knives

Lasher has a cool cyber goth themed whip I’m really proud of it actually

Agony... I really don’t know. A handgun, probably. Mostly she’s the snark of the family. She takes after her dad, kills people with words.

And Sleeper is LITERALLY A BABBY HE HAS NO WEAPON

DESIGNS/VIBES:

Cause I’m really indecisive and I tried WAY TOO HARD on Carnage and Riot and the rest look bad in comparison so I’m not putting the pictures up yet

Carnage is a sexy goth gf. She wears a crop top and high waisted pants cause that’s my favorite thing ever. And a cropped biker jacket. And REALLY BIG STOMPY BOOTS and she has a big ponytail and it’s dark brown with bright red highlights. They all have highlights of their theme colors.

Riot is SO GAY AND SO PUNK. I literally drew them wearing a sew-through plunging v neck top under a denim vest covered in pins and patches and those fuckin hot topic pants with all the random like hang-y straps and shit all over them. And big stompy boots. And the pants have more patches on them. And some fishnet is thrown in there too.and like five necklaces. And their hair is like black at the roots and it fades to silver and it’s wavy and shoulder length.

Phage is So scene emo. Blue hair with orange stripes. Emo bangs. Darkest skintone of the kiddos(with Vampire Bitch Carnage being lightest) cause I have a Big Thing for characters with brown skin and blue hair and PHAGE’S THEME COLOR SHPULD HAVE BEEN BLUE THE MAC N CHEESE BULLSHIT NEEDS TO G O. But anyway they wear an oversized hoodie and stupid too long flared jeans and converse and they look like they just rolled out of a dumpster.

Scream is... yellow. Looooong blonde hair and she wears stuff that’s like, pretty but comfortable and I drew her wearing like... a mustard yellow tank top dress with some leggings and riding boots. She’s the only prep in this family of goths.

Agony is the Goth Chick with the Bobbed Hair with Purple Highlights and Glasses. Does she needs glasses? Is it just for the drama???? Who knows.

Lasher is this horrific mix of a Gym Dude and cyber goth???? Like he wears a muscle tank...... but it has like green glitchy stuff on it, and he has on goth boots and those headphones with the ears??? And he has stupid hair. Like an ultra mullet. His ponytail goes to his thighs but you wouldn’t even notice he has it cause so much of his hair is just cut in random lengths. And there’s neon green stripes in it.

Sleeper is literally a baby astronaut. His hair is brown and curly with like 2 colors of green striped in it. I don’t know his eye color cause I haven’t drawn him with his eyes open. It’s probably gonna be green.

HOBBIES/JOBS/ENRICHMENT ACTIVITIES OTHER THAN MURDER:

Scream is a singer! She can’t perform live at large venues cause some of the Symbiote stuff still applies so big ol speakers are a no-no but with the use of holograms one day she might. But for now she just vents via music about how she keeps dating shitty women

Carnage mostly just follows Cletus around... her life is focused around being the actual problem child of the Brock family so it’s either being with her boyfriend or talking about him.

Lasher is a Gamer Bro. Probably does YouTube or something. Blood is 40% Mountain Dew at this point.

Phage is an emo artist, does some 3D modeling and stuff, is trying to help Scream set up hologram concerts

Agony is a writer and is trying to follow Eddie’s legacy but really her talents lie in poetry. Wait fuck. I made her that one Pokémon character. Fuck. She’s just Shauntal! Fuck! Oh well.

Riot... their daily activities include 1. Making a scene at breakfast. 2. Trying to start a fight 3. Running off to go tell their shitty boyfriend about how much they hate their family for not letting them goad them into fights. 4. Actually get into a fight with Eddie cause NO DATING RICH BOYS IN THIS HOUSE! YOU CANT BE PUNK AND DATE A RICH BOY THATS NOT HOW IT WORKS RIOT”but dad I love him!” FO YOU LOVE HIM OR DO YOU LOVE HOW HE’LL BRING YOU HOMELESS PEOPLE TO EAT???????

Sleeper is currently learning to count to ten and say his colors! His favorite words are “no” “food”, butchered versions of his siblings names: “Cah-age!” “Asha!” “Tage!” “Aggy!” “Sceem!” “I-iot!” (Is he saying Riot? Or Idiot? The world may never know) and of course... Mama (Eddie is Mama, unfortunately the others have picked up on it and have started calling him mom just to annoy him)

#symbabies comic

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szopenhauer · 4 years

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People do you live with - are they related to you? they are indeed

Have you ever had to have surgery before? What was this for? not yet

Are you listening to any music right now? What song is it? just finished, got tired/bored of it

Who did you last hug? When did this hug take place? Where? my mom, today, home

Who was the last person to play with your hair? Are they cute? my gf, yes

Do you enjoy shopping? Who do you usually go shopping with anyways? yes, mostly looking at stuff, dad

Are you afraid of thunderstorms? What exactly makes you afraid of them? nah

What color are the shutters on your house by the windows, if there are any? we don’t have shutters

Do you enjoy talking smack to those annoying telemarketers? Is it funny? I disconnect immediately

Do you need spellcheck in order to spell things correctly? usually not Do you do too many surveys? How many have you done today? yeah but it’s smth that keeps my mind occupied in those stressful times and I enjoy it for fun - you don’t have to read them if you don’t want to, let me do what I want to survive, I don’t need to explain myself actually as it’s my life Have you ever changed yourself to impress someone? I regret that Who was the last person you gave up on? Why did you give up on them? I gave up on almost everyone including myself Is there ink in your printer? not black, only color Have you been outside yet today? What were you doing? taking care of trash and dog What kind of games did you play on the playground when you were younger? many

Have you ever buried a time capsule with a friend? Did you dig it up yet? with my sister, it disappeared Do you remember the first time you ever drove a car? never happened Where did you get your favorite hoodie? it’s my sister’s old hoodie Are shoes under your bed? I don’t keep anything under my bed Have you ever been in handcuffs? *wink* not yet :P Have you ever had to be put to sleep at a hospital? I might for my gastroscopy someday because I have a strong gag reflex and there’s no other way :( When are you planning on moving out of your parents’ house? plan pfft... Are you a fan of dogs? small dogs Who was the last person in your family to graduate high school? Was it you? immediate family? it was me

What genre was the last song you listened to? dance/electronic I see… Did it have a male or female vocalist? female Have you watched any of your favourite TV shows today? Which? I haven’t watched any TV show today What colour is your make-up bag? I don’t use one Have you ever dyed your hair green? yep

What color was the first pet you had? green

Have you ever had fake nails? nope

What was your favorite year of high school? definitely not the last, probably first

Would you be more afraid of drowning or being buried alive? both include choking but drowning gives you a bigger chance of survival

Does your family own more than two houses? we’re too poor for that and owning more than one house is unfair in my opinion

Would you marry someone who could never have sex for medical reasons? I’m asexual, I don’t like/want/need sex so that’s cool

What about someone who was guaranteed to die in five years? anyone can die any moment so yes

Do you have any step parents? no

Do you know what year your mother was born in? I always forget

The person you would never want to meet? someone dangerous If you were a type of tree, what would you be? weeping willow or hollow/dead tree of some sort

Favorite age you’ve been so far? childhood in general I think You can press a button that will make any one person explode. Who would you blow up? maybe even myself?... If anyone could be your slave for a day, who would it be and what would they have to do? I don’t want a slave wtf You just found $100! How are you going to spend it? save it Are you a good kisser? am not Have you ever been admitted to the hospital?  several times Have you ever built a snowman? of course Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets? sunrises, even tho I’m not a morning person If you could breed two animals together to defy the laws of nature, what new animal would you create? dog + elephant Can you do any accents other than your own? not well What is the last thing you drew a picture of? not sure what was last

If the opportunity arose, would you ever go to a nude beach? Do you think you’d be comfortable enough, being naked among others like that? hell no, I wouldn’t be comfy enough to look at penises, gross! Have you ever considered keeping a dream journal? If you have one, have you ever looked back on it at all of the odd/interesting dreams you used to have? gonna burn it soon Do you think regifting is cheap, or is it okay? Have you ever regifted before? it’s ok, yeah

Do you like tablets or laptops more? laptops Have you ever had to “come out” to your parents about anything (sexual orientation, change in religion, etc.)? How did it go? yep, it didn’t went well but it could be way worse What’s the most unusual kind of pizza you’ve ever tried? nothing unusual Has there ever been a time where you thought you were going to be great friends with someone, but it just never happened? yep :( What’s one of your favorite things to touch/feel? hmm... How often do you wear tights? very rarely Why is your favorite TV show your favorite? I like many but my favs I chose basing on the impact on my life Describe your favorite picture of yourself, or post it. those funniest and with my dad too I guess Assuming you have a Facebook, if one of your friends posted things that annoyed you, would you be more likely to delete them as a friend, hide their statuses, or just put up with it? hide statuses but if they’re not close to me I might even kick them out of my friends list forever, definitely won’t just put up with it When was the last time you wore a sports bra? yesterday On a scale of 1-10, how anxious are you currently? 11 How is the weather? windy

If you were a pirate, what would your name be? Sam Bell or Robin Hood unless you ask me for a nickname then I’d have to think about it more

Would you rather go the short way slow, or take the long way fast if you got there in the same amount of time? doesn’t matter

Would you rather always be in a crowd, or be the only person on earth? only person

Do you squeeze the toothpaste from the top or the bottom? middle?

If you had to move out of this country, what country would you move to? Why? England or some scandinavian ones I believe

How many children do you want? Girls or boys? 0 but if any then 1 girl

If you had to lose one of your five senses, which one of them would you prefer to lose and why? smell because it’s hyper and I hate that

If you could live anywhere for one year, all expenses paid, where would you live? just my own apartment

What’s your favorite song to karaoke to? *shrug*

What takes you out of your comfort zone? life

If you were on the cover of a magazine, which one would it be and why? I want my apartment to be on a cover of an interior design magazine

If you could be laid to rest anywhere, where would it be? Why? next to my brother and/or my dad after his death

Pool side or beach? beach

What is your favorite primary color? yellow

What is your favorite brand of bottled water? I don’t care anymore If you were to write a story, what would it be about? already written some When was the last time you got out of your home? not counting going to my garden/yard - yesterday Do you like color pencils or crayons better? colored pencils Have you ever played Badminton? I liked to Would you ever consider running for president? nah What color is the sky right now? light blue Is March one of your favorite seasons? why not Do you write little reminders to yourself? shitload Would you want a pet iguana? I heard they commit suicide :x Exactly how many days have you been alive? 10,399 Do you know how to knit/crochet? a bit Do you enjoy windy days? I like the sound of wind and zephyr during the hottest days but that’s all

Do you believe that big goals are just as attainable as small ones? some to some

Have you ever deleted your Facebook, then brought it back? deleted and made new account

How many times a day do you change your clothes? depends

When was the last time you used spray paint? long time ago

What color are the chairs at your kitchen table? white

Do you believe that life only gets harder or easier? harder to me

Have you ever had sex with 2 different people in the same week? noooo

Are the doors of your fridge side by side or on top of one another? on top of one another

If you’ve moved out of the house you were born in, do you know the people who live in that house now? not applicable

do you sing to songs in the car when you are alone? I don’t drive so I’m never alone in the car

do you laugh at other people when they are alone in their car singing? it’s cute

the world will end in an hour. what do you do? send a cab for my dad if possible to bring him home

does the weirdest dream you have ever had involve your history teacher? that’s weirdly specific - no

how many christmas trees are in your home during the season? depends

ever told your date you were going to the bathroom and actually left? nope but if I was scared of them I could do that :o

what never fails to put you in a bad mood? ugh...

what is the first thing that comes to mind when i say green? plants

did you know that you hear/see something that relates to a monkey everyday? really? I don’t believe you

do you share a bed with anyone, or is it allll yours? it’s allll mine

are you from the north/south/west/east? personal

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shawn meets... | bella

SUMMARY: in the life of a rockstar, shawn mendes comes across some unique people. sometimes, things stray from the norm. (AU, shawn x every one of my oc’s)

AN: hiiii this is somewhat of a continuation of my last series, goth gf. you dont HAVE to read it to know what's happening here, but there will be references to it every so often. if you've been here since the goth gf days then, hi. i appreciate you. enjoy this shit. let me know ur thots.

****let me know if you want to be added to the taglist!

bella's origin story | bella's playlist | masterlist

It felt awfully strange to be in Annalise's hometown, knowing she wouldn't be going home right away. The residential part of North Hollywood where her parents lived still felt like it was a million miles away. The glamorous Lyft Lux was going through the equally glamorous parts of the city, and it was almost mundane despite the fact that she had been away for over a year.

Shawn and his younger sister, Aaliyah, were frequently pointing out the exciting things they had only seen in photos and movies: the Chinese Theater, the Walk of Fame, the Hollywood sign. They were bundles of energy and excitement. Annalise was only jittery because she never fully processed that she lives in the same city as her favorite YouTuber, Bella Santiago.

Over a month ago, Bella discovered the Shawn Mendes profile on Spotify, causing her to give him a shoutout on Twitter. Then, just after the release of his newest EP, In My Blood, Bella messaged Shawn, offering to fly him out to LA, put him in a hotel and make a video with her. Shawn immediately jumped at the chance, but he couldn't go without bringing two of the biggest Bella stans he knew, Annalise and Aaliyah. The only reason why it took until the New Year for this to happen was simple: exams and Christmas.

When the semester ended, Annalise spent the holidays and her 22nd birthday with Shawn's family in Pickering, much to her own family's disdain. It was different, celebrating Christmas on the morning of the 25th, rather than the 24th. It was also different not eating tamales or pozole like she did with her family. It totally wasn't annoying when Shawn blasted that god awful Taylor Swift song on the morning of Annalise's birthday. She totally didn't miss her family either.

She had to promise her parents that she would stay in LA for the duration of the holiday break in return for missing all the important holidays. It wasn't a hard decision to make, but it was going to be hard letting Shawn go. Annalise only hoped that there would be time for him to meet her extended family during this trip. From what she understood, as soon as Bella was done with him, Shawn and Aaliyah were getting on a plane straight back to Toronto.

As it turns out, Bella Santiago is insanely generous. She reserved the three of them a deluxe suite at the Marriott. They had a view of the city, a massive king size bed, and a pull out sofa bed. Everything was spotless, and luxurious.

"She didn't have to go this hard," Aaliyah pointed out as she tossed her suitcase to the side.

"What, would you rather sleep on the floor?" Shawn teased. "And pick that up and move it so it's out of the way!"

She rolled her eyes as she did what he said.

Annalise made herself comfortable on top of the white sheets. While all of this was exciting, she was fucking exhausted. It felt like it was much later in the day, having gotten up at seven. The time change made it feel like it was well in the afternoon, but it was barely eleven.

"How's your tummy?" Shawn asked from the window. He had his phone out and was taking photos of the view.

"Much better," she replied.

Against her better judgment, Annalise had a coffee during the five hour flight, and it did not agree with her. She made good friends with a barf bag… or three. All the caffeine must have left her system if she was feeling better now.

"What time do we meet Bella?" asked Aaliyah, padding over to stand by her brother.

"Three o'clock," Shawn replied. "In the ballroom downstairs."

That prompted all three of them to take a death nap for the time being. It only lasted about three hours, and when their alarms went off, none of them felt any more rested.

Annalise was the first one to actually get up and get ready. For once, she was intimidated by who she was going to be standing in front of today. She had to look her best, even if it was in all black.

It didn't take long for Aaliyah to follow suit. Soon enough, both girls were sitting in front of the window, using the California sun for their light as they did their makeup.

The funny thing is, as much as they cared about looking their best, neither of them were going to be in Bella's video. She only wanted Shawn, who was still lying in bed half an hour before the scheduled meet up.

"What are you gonna wear?" Annalise asked her boyfriend.

"I don't know," he replied, his voice muffled by the pillow. "Will she even care about what I'm wearing?"

"You're gonna be on her channel," Aaliyah said, looking up from her handheld mirror, "which has millions of viewers, including some of my friends who will never let me hear the end of it if they see my brother looking like a clown in front of the queen!"

Shawn grinned and got up. "I'll go like this, what do you think?" He held his arms out, showcasing his plaid pajama bottoms and a Nike hoodie. He also only had one sock on.

"You'll be dead before you step out of the room like that," Ann darkly added.

“Thanks Satan.” He chuckled.

Shawn was only pretending to be calm. Inside, he was shaking and his insides were heavy. He didn't even think about Bella's subscriber count until Aaliyah pointed it out. He really wanted Bella to like him too. She seemed like such a sweetheart from her videos, Shawn hoped that wasn't just a persona.

He had spent most of the flight watching her videos (when Ann wasn’t puking up her caffeine, of course.) He made it through a few tutorials, learning a lot about not only makeup, but Bella herself. She suffers from several anxiety disorders and constantly works to better herself. She left her parents when she came out to them as bisexual, and she hasn't spoke to them or her extended family in years. She recently got out of a relationship with another YouTuber named Ethan Nestor, which was part of the reason why she spent half of 2019 in her hometown of Palm Springs. This woman has some thick skin, there was no denying that.

One of the best things that Shawn learned about Bella was that she had a butterfly tattoo on her left arm. In another video, she talked about how her viewers drew butterflies on their arms in support of her when she was down. She got it tattooed for them, and the colors of the wings were the same as the bisexual pride flag. Shawn looked at his own butterfly tattoo differently now.

The other best thing he learned was how talented of a singer Bella was. She had covers on her channel, and Shawn watched every single one. Bella had such a rich, beautiful voice, and it looked so easy for her to hit any high note. She sang Love on the Brain without any strain on her face. She sang a gayer version of You Belong with Me, and played guitar with it. She sang with Markiplier as the opening act when they were on a comedy show tour in 2018.

Shawn couldn't wait to sing with her, though he was intimidated. He thought he was a good singer, but put him next to someone with Ariana Grande levels of talent? The nerves were never ending.

It was ten til three when everyone was ready. Their only predicament was to go down to the ballroom early or not.

“Did she text you?” Aaliyah asked, clearly antsy. “Is she on her way or anything?”

Shawn shook his head. He had changed into a white tee, black jeans and a denim jacket, which the two girls approved of. “Should I message her? Or… her manager? She’s the one who made all these arrangements.”

“Hey, she might not even be here on time,” Ann said. “YouTubers are like celebrities. They run on their own schedules just because they can.”

“Bella wouldn’t do that, would she?” Aaliyah said in disbelief.

“Only one way to find out.”

And to the ballroom they went. The space was huge, clearly meant for a party. There were sheer white curtains hanging from the huge windows, and a chandelier hanging from the ceiling. In the far corner of the room, tables and chairs were folded and leaning against the wall. Shawn, Aaliyah, and Ann looked around the room, all silently nervous and excited. Only a few minutes into it, they heard female voices just outside the room.

“But we’re always early! I knew I should have driven myself!”

“It’s two fifty-nine! Relax, they’re probably not even here yet!”

“Huh, I’ll be damned,” Ann mumbled, looking at her phone to verify the time.

The owners of the other two voices entered the room, carrying expensive-looking camera equipment and studio lights. They were followed by a bellhop, who was carrying a keyboard in a case. One woman was short and curvy, brown and freckled. Her short black hair was curly and glossed down, and she was wearing a bright red pantsuit.

The other woman was long and lean, decked out in a white long sleeve crop top, a black skirt, and knee high boots. Her iconic bright pink hair made a comeback, that wasn’t in her latest video. Her kind face looked airbrushed and flawless, although her brown eyes looked alarmed, like she was caught in headlights.

The first person to break the silence was the woman in red, already establishing her power. “Hello!” She held her hand out to Shawn. “I’m Sonji, I’m Bella’s manager. I believe we spoke on the phone. And on Twitter.”

“Yeah, yeah we did,” he said as they shook hands. “Uh, this Aaliyah and Ann, my sister and my girlfriend.”

“Hi, ladies!” Sonji greeted, shaking their hands as well. “So lovely to meet you! God, you’re all so pretty!”

Both girls mumbled shy thank you’s.

“Okay, so my handsome friend here and myself are going to set things up for the video,” Sonji explained. “In the meantime-” She looked at her silent client. “-Baller, come talk to your little protégé.”

Then, Sonji led the bellhop further into the room, over by the windows.

Bella still had a bag slung over her shoulder and a massive studio light stand in her hands. She was clutching it to her chest, a very performative and awkward smile etched on her bright pink lips.

“Hi!” she said after one very long second. “Uh - lemme -” She set down the giant lights and removed the bag from her shoulder. Then she stood up straight and smoothed out her hair. “Hi! Uh, I said that already!”

“I’ll say it again! Hi!” Shawn greeted, smiling politely.

Bella looked at him and opened her arms for a hug. “It’s nice to finally meet you!”

It might be weird to put it this way, but she smelled pretty. Whatever perfume she was wearing was probably more expensive than the flight over here. Shawn hugged her around her shoulders, inadvertently touching her surprisingly soft hair. You could just tell that she didn’t spare a single penny when it came to caring for herself.

“Wow, I wasn’t expecting you to be so tall!” she said, looking up at Shawn. “For once, I’m not the tallest person in the room!”

She couldn’t have been taller than Ann, who was five foot five inches and felt very short most of the time.

“And this is the sister and the girlfriend?” Bella said, turning to the other two girls. She went to hug Aaliyah, who was more than delighted by the gesture.

Bella leaned back and took her hand. “I love your nails! Love the shape and color!” She ran her thumb over the white acrylics. “So cute!”

“Aw, thank you!” Aaliyah was beaming.

Then, Bella turned to hug Ann. It’s important to point out that in most situations, Annalise Flores is stone faced, calm, and collected. Today, however, Ann had wide eyes, like she was face the good Lord herself… like she was going to drop down on one knee and propose to Bella.

Shawn wouldn’t blame her.

“Me encanta su delineador!” Bella told her, gently cupping her face.

“En serio?” Ann softly asked.

“Yes, que linda! Those inner wings are to die for! What do you use?”

“Um.. uh, I think it’s NYX? I don’t know the exact one, but it’s definitely NYX!” Ann chuckled nervously.

“Well, it looks amazing!”

Ann looked like she was going to faint with that euphoric dazed look on her face. Thankfully, she stayed on both feet because Sonji grabbed their attention. She managed to sneak by Bella, take the lights and bag, and set them all up by the window. She also set up the keyboard, camera and two chairs. There were three other chairs behind the camera as well. Sonji was incredibly fast.

“We are all ready to go!” she said to the others.

“Shall we?” Bella gestured for the other three to go first.

Shawn, Ann, and Aaliyah went over to the set up, excitement only increasing from here.

"Were you two going to be in the video too?" Sonji asked the two girls.

They both shook their heads.

"Nervous? Don't blame you, the Internet is brutal."

That didn't help Shawn's bundle of nerves. He took a silent deep breath as he went for his guitar case while Bella sat in front of her keyboard. The Internet is brutal, and Shawn's own minuscule corner of it was safe solely because of the size. The fans he tweeted every so often were seemingly normal, and no one was overly critical about him or his music. More exposure means more space for criticism and plain old hate.

Bella had over five million subscribers, and at least forty thousand of them took an interest in Shawn over the last month and a half. It was a lot of new people to make a good impression to. He took another deep breath and removed the guitar from its case. There's no going back now.

"So, I don't want this to be a structured, planned out video," Bella explained when Shawn took the empty chair next to her. "I just want us to talk so my viewers can get to know you, and we'll sing whatever comes to mind."

"Sounds good," Shawn said, not really hearing himself.

"Now everybody - and I mean everybody - take in a deep breath."

The room was silent except for the sounds of everyone inhaling through their noses. Aaliyah and Ann still looked excited as they followed Bella's instruction. Sonji followed as well, like she had done this a thousand times.

"And exhale," Bella breathed out, and the others repeated. "Good. Get those nerves out, breathe away the anxiety. This is fun, we're having fun."

Shawn felt a little better, knowing she was just as nervous, if not more. Throughout all of Bella's mental health videos that he watched on the plane, none of them seemed to touch on how severe her own case was.

Finally, Bella addressed the camera, her soft voice suddenly projected. "Hey, it's Bella! Welcome back to my channel! Today, I'm here with a very special guest! Some of you saw me tweet a while ago…"

Oh god, what the fuck was Shawn going to say? He looked over at Ann, who smiled reassuringly and silently did the motions for deep breathing. Stay calm. You're a strong guy.

"So how long have you been making music?" Bella asked him as she mindlessly pressed keys on her keyboard.

Shawn recalled as best he could. "Uh, I sang covers when I was fifteen. Didn't make my own music until a few years later."

"Nice! Are you in school, or work or something?"

"Yeah, I'm in college. I'm majoring in music and botany."

"Oh, you like plants?"

Shawn was mildly impressed. Most people had to ask what botany is, and he would have to explain for the thousandth time. Then, he would be told to drop the music major because it's easier to find a job in plant science.

"Flowers," he clarified. "I work in a flower shop."

"That's so cool!"

The conversation got easier as time went on. Sometimes Aaliyah or Ann would chime in if they felt that Shawn was getting too confident. Bella giggled every so often, which made everyone in the room adore her even more.

Shawn was about ready to propose when Bella started playing Mercy on her keyboard and humming the beginning. He stared at her in shock for a few seconds before he played along on guitar. Hopefully that didn't look too embarrassing on camera. He listened to her voice for a moment before singing with her in the chorus.

He had plenty of questions for Bella after they went through that song. "Where did you get a voice like that?"

"I could carry a tune as a kid," she explained, "so I was put into singing classes to hone it. Then I did church choir, school choir… I just never really stopped singing." She paused and then chuckled nervously. "This is gonna sound pretentious, but I think I got this voice for a reason. Meaning, I have this platform and all these followers. I think I'm meant to use my voice for good. Help people in whatever way I can."

Shawn smiled. "That's beautiful. I see that in your videos. I kinda went on a binge on the plane."

Bella grinned.

"One thing that stood out to me…" Shawn hesitated, minding the camera and the future viewers of this video. "You are so unapologetically bisexual. You always make the point to the person you needed as a kid, because there is still so little bi representation in the media. And you decided, if no one's going to do it, then you'll do it yourself, and I think that's incredible."

"Yeah, I didn't have anyone telling me it's okay to feel what I feel, and I don't want anyone to go through what I went through as a teen."

Shawn nodded, glancing over at Ann once. He had talked about touching on this particular topic with her, and he was starting to have his own shred of doubt.

But, he learned from his girlfriend. Fuck it.

"I wish I had someone like you as a teenager," he said to Bella, strumming his guitar. "I mean, when I came out to my family, I was lucky. They were loving and accepting, but I still couldn't find anyone out there who was like me, in real life or in the media. I really wish I had found your videos sooner."

Bella was beaming. "I knew I liked you."

The two of them went back and forth between talking and singing. They compared butterfly tattoos, and then Bella was asking him about his other tats. Shawn learned a couple of Little Mix songs too, which led him to discover where his girlfriend got that fixation from. He was mostly amazed at how Bella was able to belt out song after song like it was nothing. Like she was meant for this. Why did she choose to be a makeup artist?

"Have you ever been offered a record deal?" Shawn asked. "Or thought about making your own music?"

"Mm, yes and yes," she said. "But singing is more of a hobby. I can't see myself delving into the music industry at all. Makeup is where it's at for me. Makeup got me through some of the hardest times in my life."

Shawn wouldn't say no to a record deal. He'd move to Los Angeles tomorrow if he could. He would do just about anything to play music full time. He glanced over at Ann again, who winked with a smile.

next chapter

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#shawn mendes #shawn mendes fanfic #shawn mendes imagine #shawn mendes blurb #shawn mendes smut #shawn x oc #shawn meets fic #ok ok ok so theres 5 oc's total #bella is just the first n i lov her lil nervous ass sm #i wanted to bring her back for somethin like this bc i missed her n her story #and sonji is actually god herself yes its true #this wont be the last you see of either of them #if anyone wants to know more abt bella pls shoot me an ask!#next chapter is gonna be a doozy

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hereticpriest · 4 years

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Social Media Drabbles

Sero’s brows furrowed as a notification popped up on his phone, but he smiled when he noticed it was only that a TikTok had been uploaded by a friend. He flicked it open lazily with his thumb while chugging a bit of his recovery drink, and nearly spat the drink out when the video began to play.

Bakugo Katsuki, also known as Ground Zero, was cooking in a brightly lit kitchen. The camera was set up in one corner of the room, seemingly propped up on a shelf. He wore a black crop top advertising the hero Augment, a pair of low-slung grey sweatpants, and a white apron. The hero was tossing vegetables in a large pan, and he paused for a moment to shout over his shoulder -

“Babe, do you want food?”

The song ‘My Type’ by Saweetie began to play as the hero added a splash of oil to the pan and began to stir. A woman with pink roots and white hair danced into the room in a pair of skin-tight leggings and an oversized Red Riot t-shirt. She gave a couple of twerk-like movements while grinning and gesturing to the blond in front of her, then danced her way over to him and began pelvic thrusting barely an inch from his back while lip-syncing the song. A scowl marred Bakugo’s face as he turned to see what she was up to, sensing her presence even though he didn’t hear her. His whole act was softened by the fact that he didn’t even try to push his girlfriend away, even when her hips ground into his ass. A white hearing aid was visible in his right ear when he turned his head to look at her.

“You’re a fucking gremlin. Offer you food and you start humping my leg.”

The woman gasped, then punched her boyfriend directly in the left ass cheek before the video cut out and replayed.

@therealAugment 08-04

Stupidly hot? Check. Tsundere? Check. Chef of my dreams? Check!

#thatsmytype #groundzero #augment

Sero stared in a sort of awed horror, tapped the like button, then sent the video to one of his many groupchats with his old UA classmates.

ZerotoSero: http://vm.tiktok.com/b2k3mzc

ZerotoSero: Why ru coming for my brand Kei?

PikaPika: The fuck? What kind of loser gets mad at his gf for grinding on his ass?

Gremlin: IKR? My phenomenal sense of humour is wasted on this man

RedRiot: K but that ass punch looked like it hurt

ZerotoSero: Well deserved

PikaPika: Where the lie tho?

Splodeyboi: SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU NERDS

Splodeyboi: Who tf changed my nickname in chat?!@

Gremlin: Who tf doesn’t know how to use his phone?

Splodeyboi: I’m going to WRECK YOU

Gremlin: Promise?

PikaPika: Oop

Pinky: I left you idiots alone for five damn minutes...

~+~

Mina let out an excited giggle when a notification popped up mid-way through an intensive scrolling session on Instagram. She opened up her Snapchat and tapped on the unread message. Keiko was sprawled out over Bakugo’s lap, her cheek pressed to his shoulder and a hand tracing the column of his neck. The blond was clearly invested in the movie they were watching, as he didn’t react much when Keiko nipped at his jaw.

“I look intimidating until I smile check.” She sang, pressing her lips to his cheek, then blowing a raspberry right below his ear with her nose pressed against his hearing aid. Bakugo laughed and smushed his hand in her face, pushing her away so he could dive in to bite and kiss at her neck. Keiko giggled wildly, nearly dropping her phone before she could turn the video off.

“Fuck, those losers are so damn cute.” Mina said with a soft sigh, sending back a stream of coloured hearts in the chat.

~+~

“Aw damn it!” Kaminari dropped his controller in his seat as he stood up, brushing himself down exasperatedly, “I’m gonna get a drink. S’your turn Kiri.”

“Can you grab me a beer?” Kirishima requested, picking up the controller and flopping down on the abandoned armchair. Kaminari waved a hand in acknowledgement as he headed into the kitchen. Keiko pouted at the sight of him, putting down the bowl of diced tomatoes she’d been about to mix into a dip she was making. An answering pout from Kaminari had her opening her arms and hugging the hero as he shuffled in to cuddle her.

“You okay Pikachu?” Keiko asked in her poutiest baby voice. He gave her a little whine and a pout, drawing a soft ‘Tch’ from her, followed by a laugh.

“You’re becoming more and more like your boyfriend.”

“Am I? I didn’t think Katsu would hug you. Do you guys cuddle often? Can I join in? Go on, sparkplug. I’ll bring out some beers and some chips n’ dip.” Keiko promised.

“Yeah, yeah, okay. Sarcasm queen.”

Kaminari headed into the living room again and collapsed in a chair, watching as Kirishima and Bakugo tried to find and kill eachother in the game. Keiko soon joined them with a six pack, a bowl of homemade tortilla chips, and a bowl of a homemade salsa-esque dip. She laid everything out on the table, popping the caps on three beers and setting them out for the boys. Kaminari tried to yank Keiko into his lap to distract Bakugo via jealousy, but Keiko dodged his hands easily and headed down the hall to her bedroom to grab a hoodie. Bakugo’s hoodie, of course. Kaminari was on his phone when Keiko came back into the room, circling the wooden dining chair Bakugo was sitting on. He quickly began to film as Keiko eyed her boyfriend for a moment from the side, then carefully slid into his lap facing him, snuggled tight up to his chest.

Bakugo grunted but didn’t protest, simply adjusting his arms around her so he could continue playing his game. Keiko hummed happily, nuzzling her face into his neck and letting her arms rest around his shoulders loosely. When he won, the blond leaned over to put the controller down on the table and replaced it with one of the opened beers, his hand grasping Keiko’s bum to keep her from sliding down his thighs when he leaned forwards. He swigged from the beer while Keiko barely even reacted to the movement, just kissed her boyfriend’s throat as he drank. Kaminari snickered, zooming in on his hand on her butt, then gasping as it gave a squeeze. He flicked the camera up to Bakugo’s smirking face, crimson eyes fixed on the camera.

“Shit.”

The video was later sent to Keiko and Bakugo, and the only reason he didn’t get murdered was Keiko insisting the video was adorable. Keiko trimmed out the ‘butt grab zoom’ and posted the video to Instagram, tagging Kaminari as ‘the creeper with the camera’ just to make him laugh.

~+~

The notification light flickered on Kirishima’s phone, so he dropped the weights he was lifting and grabbed his phone and water bottle to take a quick break. He squirted some of the water on his face, then downed the rest of the bottle before finally unlocking his phone.

Precious: Eiji-boo!!! Honey, come visit us! I wanna film a tiktok with you.

Precious: Have you seen the one I posted with Katsu?

Eiji: I haven’t! I’ll watch it on the way over.

Precious: See you soon Eiji! I won’t tell Katsu, he’ll be so happy to see you

Precious: You know, in his way.

Kirishima smiled, heading to the locker room to get changed and shower, but pulling up TikTok on his phone on the way. He opened Keiko’s page and grinned at the sight of her latest videos. A good half of her videos were dance videos, and the other half consisted of her pissing off her boyfriend to varying degrees. Bakugo didn’t use social media much, but he had Keiko to manage his public image with his PR rep, so he didn’t really need to. Kirishima liked that Keiko always respected Bakugo’s boundaries with what she posted or sent to them. He’d seen her record a video, show Bakugo, notice he didn’t like it and immediately delete it. It wasn’t often, however. The blond hero seemed to have endless levels of patience with his girlfriend’s antics. It seemed Keiko was the only person he had any sort of patience for.

The most recent video began with Bakugo lifting weights. Music played in the background as he bent over to pick up a weight, and as the music began to crescendo, Keiko darted onto the screen and slapped both of Bakugo’s asscheeks in time with the two claps in the music. She tried to run away after, but Bakugo caught her ankle and yanked her back to him, pinning her to the floor. The screen went black, then came back with the music repeating. Bakugo was shirtless now, and doing pull-ups in a doorway. Keiko watched him shamelessly, standing when he dropped back to the ground. She approached Bakugo, her posture and the sway to her hips saying he was about to be a very happy man. She slowly skimmed her hands over his stomach, leaning in for a brief kiss, then slapping his pecs in time with the claps in the music once again. She didn’t even have a chance to try and run. Bakugo picked her up and slammed her up against the wall, her legs around his waist and her wrists in his hands. The video ended there, and Kirishima was finally able to breathe. If anyone else had ever done that to Bakugo, he was sure they’d be murdered. He remembered (mostly fondly) when Kaminari and Sero went through their ‘fuck with Bakugo’ phase, and the many nurse office trips that resulted in.

~+~

It’s Present Mic who shows Aizawa the video. The Instagram video is exceptionally popular, but Aizawa wasn’t really a social media guy, so he never would’ve seen it otherwise. It starts a trend that is now blowing up, and Mic admits that he’s already filmed a response video. Of course he has. Dork.

It opens with Keiko on a flat grey background. She’s wearing her hero costume without her gloves, but the heavy scarring on her hands is obvious. As is the fact that she can’t close her hands fully.

“I am Augment, the unyielding hero. I have permanent damage in my hands from backlash of my quirk. I will never again be able to close my hands fully, or open them fully. My grip strength has also been reduced. My ability is not defined by my injury. I stand alongside the disabled, and those who have been permanently disfigured. Your disability does not define you. You too can be a hero.” Keiko offers a smile to the camera. Bakugo steps up beside her in his hero costume, his hearing aids clearly visible. He’s wearing his home ones, not the ones created as part of his hero costume. He swiftly fingerspells his hero name.

“I’m Ground Zero. I’m hard of hearing, but that hasn’t stopped me from being the number one hero, so you losers better step up too! Don’t let anyone tell you you can’t do something, or else you’re just as weak as they say you are!” Katsuki shouts and signs simultaneously. He tended towards simcom, and always had, even when the hearing loss was minimal.

“What Ground Zero means is that true weakness is giving up to fear, while true bravery is acknowledging fear and doing what needs be done regardless.” Keiko says, then gives the camera a peace sign, “Real heroes are defined by their heart, not their power!”

“Hey! That’s not what I said stupid woman!” Bakugo shouts, and the video ends. The comments are full of linked videos of other people saying the same sort of things. It swiftly has expanded to include mental illnesses, mental disabilities, addictions and personality issues.

After a ton of needling from Present Mic, Aizawa will eventually make one about the backlash of his own quirk. All of his previous students end up commenting on it, and Aizawa will forever deny crying over it.

#BNHA #boku no hero academia #prohero au #social media au #bakugo x oc #bakugo katsuki x oc #bakugo has hearing loss fight me #drabbles for days #mywriting

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lokislittlemagpie · 4 years

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ask 16 and 32 wuw

((WOAH OMG HI LMAO- I'll add a meme for them too just to show more of their personality-)

Lets start with Benny!

(THIS IS A 20 YEAR TIME SKIP TO THE CURRENT SERIES!!!)

32) (this actually helps with explaining him anyway-) Benny was designed after Brook the skeleton big time- He has darker skin and jade eyes like his mom (an undead demon 1800s girl i made a long while back-) Unlike both parents, he is fully living since he was created by CC! But he does have a veerry sensitive body (can get sick very easily or can very easily die by eating anything too spicy-) small heart issues, and is kinda thin- He is about 6 feet 7 inches and has dark black curly hair that he usually has inna tight pony tail! (kinda like Usopp but it drops down more, not as round rlly) He is 18!

16) Benny, as i said, is a lot like Brook but he is also incredibly inspired by Cyclonus too! He does have a love for old music and loves sword canes- But hes a huge chicken like Brook too- He loves Les Misrerables and he loves Hamilton- if you even get this man started, he will earrape One more Day and Satisfied until that's all you can hear in your worst nightmares-

32) Yunni is about 5 feet 6 inch of pure sass- He is blond with big green eyes that are quite beautiful actually- He loves pink booty shorts and crop tops with things that say the dumbest jokes like "kawaii on the streets" on the front and "Senpai in the sheets" on the back- He is a great cook and will gladly be your sassy prep boi- his hair is kinda a combo of Sanji and Italy from Hetalia- He has that one strand of curly hair like he does but theat medium hair that covers one eye like Sanji but it's longer on the left and curls at the tips! He is 24!

16) He is inspired by 4 characters! Sanji, Italy, Swerve, and Bumblebee- His personality is a mush of Swerves low self-esteem jokes, Bumblebee Bayverse sass, Italy's cuteness, and Sanjis slight anger problems and his cooking skills aren't as great but hes a great bar tender! He loves Jeff Dunham, Gordon Ramsay, and Kevin Hart and he references their jokes or threats on the daily-

32) Ruby is the daughter of two black magicians! Basil Hawkins and Dorothy Hopkins (whos next!) She has looong hair like her dad but is a slightly dark brown with black a the tips! She has his deep red eyes tho- Her face is more rounded like her mother's and she's only 5 foot 4- She's calm ajd quiet but can and will burn you not just literally but with just five words, your life is over- She always has a small smile on her face and always carries her book of spells! She has both her parents clothing sense wth dark clothes but she has to have her fathers old school frills and long black and red robes like her mother! She is 20!

16) She is inspired obviously from Hawkins- But she is very slightly tinted with Drift from Bayverse! She will tell dark dark poems at honestly the not so best of times- and she loves swords! She loves Adventure time and Steven Universe- Its the only light side to her just don't say that to her face-

32) Dorothy is a 5 foot 5 Long slightly curly black curly haired magician! She has a third eye that runs in her now extinct royal family. She is always gently smiling but will put you in your place- One cold stare and make you wanna regret being born- She keeps her third eye covered with her hair and has emerald green eyes- her third eye has a huge dry eye problem so its kinda lightly tinted yellow with red veins- but its still green! She loves her medical dark magic gowns and gear! She is more into demons and sacrifice while Ruby likes to summon little demons and do blood moon stuff! They both love crystals tho! Amythest and Quartz are a must-

16) She is inspired by only a two people- Loki from Marvel with her slight sense of humor and honestly her hair- And she is also like The Black Magician who is from Princess and the frog who I can't remember the name of- She becomes someone else if she uses dark magic too long at once! She loves soap operas and would die to see Phantom of the Opera live-

32) Lucas is a fun loving spider mink human hybrid! He is the son of Admiral Kizaru and My GFs OC Kasumi! He looks a lot like his dad but his personality is a little different! His hair is more curly and his a milk chocolate brown! He has four eyes but usually only uses the blue bottom eyes and keeps the red upper ones closed- He has elf like pointy ears and his dad's ridiculous lips- He has his eye brows too- But! he has his mom's fangs and eyes! He also has for slightly clawed arms and hands! He is just at perfect 6 feet! He uses swords and webs in battle that come from his hands like spiderman! He is calm but has many jokes and could be hiding anywhere- He is always smiling and tapping a foot to some song in his head- He loves his light peach orange uni pocket hoodie and his loose dark blue jeans with his converse-

16) Hes inspired by Kizaru of course and he is like a Rose Trantula kinda- More calm than most big spiders but still can and will fight you- He is also inspired clearly by spiderman! He also kinda reminds me of Whirl when he snaps- Or like IDW Drift when he gets Slicy dicey- He loves the old stuff like Ren and Stimpy and he still gets nightmare about "return the slaaaab" From Courts the cowardly dog-

32) Julie Ann is a pink haired girl with purple tips and is full of spunk and curse words- She has a thin mechanical arm after getting it blown of by her own inventions! She is smart and narcissistic but secretly fears being alone- She loves military boots and torn up rock shirts that are almost a little revealing thanks to the giant arm pit holes- she loves black leather pants and always has half her head shaved on the left while the right is just flying around! But she does have a piece perminantly braided in the front of her head on the right and it's a just a few inches passed her shoulders- She will fist fight god and walk backwards into hell with both birds up- she has sky blue eyes!

16) She is inspired By Julie Sue from the sonic comics! (The older stuff) and Eustass Kidd from one piece! She can be a lot like Braintsorm/ Whirl too- Shes a scary woman- Five Finger Death Punch and the all edgy verse of DC is her life-

32) Mel is A very shy GIANT Angler fish- I know in real life male anglers are tiny as hell but I really wanted a big shy man and Mel happened- Melvin is green with sea blue spike fins on his arms and back of his calfs! He has huge spike fin gills too but has learned to breath air over time- he has the little dangling trap from his forehead and has a combed over blue mohawk- He has big sharp teeth that poke out from his mouth in random places- his hands have blue webbing and so does his feet- His eyes are black and have gold squiggly irises- He is at a scary 7 feet 4 inches but he just wants hugs- This man cries when watching Endgame and Phantom of the Opera- He has a love for shirts that are just a little loose on him and loves jean shorts with sandles! He also loves crocs- Don't tease him he'll literally cry-

16) He is inspired actually by Ten from IDW and a bit of Endgame Hulk- He is also like inspired by Katakuri from One Piece! His sharp teeth from Kat and his body build is not quite as beefy as Hulk but he's kinda close honestly- He loves Steven Universe and the original Teen Titans! He squeals like a fan boy when ever he sees Beast boy-

32) Jake is happy smart mini Dobbie! He is the shortest standing at 4 feet 5 inches! He has a stub tail and a golden pirate ring piercing on his right ear! He has all the colors and looks of a dobbie he just smol- He loves to fix things and will growl if you poke to much fun at him- Ruby calls it 'Short man syndrom' and he hates it- He only wears blue torn up blue mean shorts- No shirt and no shoes- His eyes are bright bby boi sea blue! He loves head pats every now and then and loves bacon- You can kill this mans family and hell forgive you for 5 pounds of bacon- He blasts Wheezer and Gorillaz from his work shop at all times!

16) He is inspired by your typical tiny Dobbie! But he kinda looks like a mechanic version of Rewind- He is also inspired by an old friends dog who was named Jake! He doesn't watch much tv or movies but if he does its gotta Be Marvel- This man looks up to Tony Stark like a god and has an Iron man poster for modivation in his shop-

((I hope this isn't like too gross or annoying- Ive never mentioned any of my OCs- In fact i just forgot my main OC Lola- w o w- If you want stuff for her just let me know! I'll even try to find my old doodles and my gfs doodles if you want me to-))

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phuezo · 5 years

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Hehe, all questions with a question mark! Jk jk XD Questions that have food in it.

you mean ALL OF THEM lol well I have a little of free time lets see 1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans? coffee mugs

2. chocolate bars or lollipops? chocolate

3. bubblegum or cotton candy? bubblegum

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you? the calm and quiet one, I never got into trouble

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups? I stopped drinking soda time ago but would prefeer on cups

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear? tomboy goth and grunge... 👀

7. earbuds or headphones? headphones

8. movies or tv shows? tv shows!! the story last more! :D

9. favorite smell in the summer? smell of beach or sea I think

10. game you were best at in p.e.? I think it was dodgeball C:

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day? eggs... lol

12. name of your favorite playlist? “RWBY inspiration ideas” LOL for now

13. lanyard or key ring? Key ring (so I can use my ember celica keychain 👀)

14. favorite non-chocolate candy? not so into candies I think (?) mmm... I think the peppermint caramel

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment? never got assignment one (or didnt like any of those)

16. most comfortable position to sit in? depending if is chair or couch xD but mostly its in a weird lotus position

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes? a black pair of tennis (I need to buy more shoes :’3)

18. ideal weather? rainy or cloudy weather <3

19. sleeping position? on my back with my arms kind of streched?

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)? on my pc, evernote. tho sometimes I take notes on my sketchbook...

21. obsession from childhood? videogames and some cartoons

22. role model? I... dont know? my mother was?

23. strange habits? I dunno lol bite my nails count?

24. favorite crystal? -gem? :D I think the sapphire

25. first song you remember hearing? I think it was Bee gees song (bc of my mom)

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather? anything really

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather? anything really heh

28. five songs to describe you? Battle Beast, Katy Perry, Delain, Ignea, rwby songs... cant pick one sorry

29. best way to bond with you? If you like the same shows I like or games :) idk sometimes people talk to me and it just “click” and BOOM friendship and sometimes it doesnt work... my head is weird

30. places that you find sacred? My desk at the tv room on my house...

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names? dont have an outfit my normal ones are so lame being just jean and a shirt

32. top five favorite vines? shut up, vulture, YEET, the mario school kids, beagle exorcism... I love a lot xD

33. most used phrase in your phone? “lol” “puta” “hi Im gay” “Uwu wa this?!”

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head? moday.com...

35. average time you fall asleep? between 11pm to midnight :c bc of work

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing? pff I dont remember but I remember a website where those kind of memes started (?)

37. suitcase or duffel bag? duffel bag

38. lemonade or tea? both

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie? lemon meringue pie!

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school? when a oppossum entered one of the gardens?

41. last person you texted? my sister

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets? both!

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket? all >:3

44. favorite scent for soap? I think rice and honey lol

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero? dark fantasy and scifi

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in? pants and a shirt with no undies :3

47. favorite type of cheese? mozarella

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be? I dont like so much fruit but I think I would be a mango?

49. what saying or quote do you live by? “I do/wear what I want and I dont give s** about others opinion”

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have? I dont remember many things made me laugh hehe I think some crack videos or vines

51. current stresses? work...

52. favorite font? Helvetica(?)

53. what is the current state of your hands? clean, nails bitten... meh

54. what did you learn from your first job? there is so many kind of people in the whole world and dirty stuff that happens in movie theatry (cinema)

55. favorite fairy tale? Beauty and the Beast, Alice in wonderland

56. favorite tradition? Halloween Hanal Pixan (Day of death)

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome? my mother passing away, my ex gf... idk

58. four talents you’re proud of having? drawing and having good concept ideas but poor at trying to execute

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be? “HEEEYA” Idk lol

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be? ...In a fantasy or dark fantasy or scifi with yuri (lesbian) ...please

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.? "Because life, as it is now, is an accident, and will chaotically disappear just as it had appeared" -some dude on youtube comment.

62. seven characters you relate to? Yang, Blake, Chloe, Pearl, Historia eh... Yui and Max I think?

63. five songs that would play in your club? all of my metal songs from spotify

64. favorite website from your childhood? cartoonnetwork.la LOL bc games

65. any permanent scars? a little one on my left eyebrow

66. favorite flower(s)? roses? I think they are cute

67. good luck charms? my black cat :D... I dont have lol

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried? spoiled...milk

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned? I dont know how out of nowhere I learned /love english language lol

70. left or right handed? LEFT

71. least favorite pattern? eh?

72. worst subject? religion...

73. favorite weird flavor combo? I dont have I think?

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen? like 6-7

75. when did you lose your first tooth? at my house when my mom teach me I think?

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)? ALL OF THEM I LOVE POTATO

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill? I dont know so much about plants but maybe a carnivore?

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store? coffee from gas station (never trust any sea food on store)

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo? school

80. earth tones or jewel tones? earth I think

81. fireflies or lightning bugs? fireflies

82. pc or console? BOTH

83. writing or drawing? both but more of drawing

84. podcasts or talk radio? 1 podcast only

84. barbie or polly pocket? polly pocket

85. fairy tales or mythology? BOTH!!!!

86. cookies or cupcakes? cookies

87. your greatest fear? end being alone... with no idea of whats gonna happen... and totally darkness

88. your greatest wish? just survive by drawing or make a comic that ends being famouse or something like that... have a partner but idk I think I still traumatized

89. who would you put before everyone else? none... only me and it depends...

90. luckiest mistake? idk sometimes when I need to save money something happends and I end saving money. (UBER)

91. boxes or bags? boxes

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights? lamps

93. nicknames? Tany, Huezo, Kad, Tantan, TAN, Blake and phuezo

94. favorite season? Fall and winter

95. favorite app on your phone? knight chronicles LOL

96. desktop background? RWBY

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized? only 2 LOL mine and my father

98. favorite historical era? the creation of our universe and world... dinosaurs and some victorian era...(?) FINISHED OMG thanks for the ask but omg xD

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bubmyg · 6 years

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could u do a fluffy college basketball!au where you're supporting yoongi at one of his games but it's the first time officially as his gf and you're wearing one of his jerseys and he's just a soft bb uwu

genre: college!au, athlete!yoongi, basketball!yoongi

a/n: yeah maybe this is kinda based off that one scene in high school musical but you didn’t hear it from me; also 14 was my basketball number too it’s not just troy bolton’s alRIGHT

word count: 1,553

You fidgeted where you leaned against the wall, fumbling your phone from the waistband of your leggings for the sixth consecutive time. The open application hadn’t changed when your thumb brushed the home button, nor had the received succession of text messages, the blue text bubbles assuring you they hadn’t materialized anew from the prior five times you’d wrestled the device under your nose.

Wait for me x

Please xx

Maybe it was the string of heart emoticons that confused your senses, or the one directly after, teeth bared and cheesing next to a thumbs up. Whatever it was, the custodians milling about the concession stand seemed to progressively be closing in and Yoongi still hadn’t emerged from the locker room.

You swallowed your hesitance, jamming your phone back into your pants as you turned for the open door of the gym. You’d barely made it five purposeful steps underneath the threshold when something long shadowed over you, a rumbling baritone laugh halting your trek as you squinted up.

Taehyung beamed that full featured grin, twisting the bright red cap perched on his head tighter across damp blonde tufts of hair. Vaguely could you spot the bits of pink that still clung to the bleached hue, the aftermath of Park Jimin finding pink hair dye hidden in a cabinet at the Pi Kappa house.

��Do it before you get to conference games,” The giggling swimmer had suggested, bright eyed and stumbling over the weight of the beer in his stomach.

Taehyung hadn’t really needed that much persuasion, balancing his red plastic cup on the end of Jeongguk’s bath tub while the aforementioned man scrubbed bleach into his grey locks, Jimin catching the entire act on a shaky Snapchat video filled with ridiculous bouts of laughter over absolutely nothing.

They claimed they’d sought you out for help but stopped when they found you and Yoongi with his tongue halfway down your throat. Mortification aside, you felt somewhat guilty for how uneven the pink had transpired across the tall center’s shaggy locks.

“Waiting on someone?” Taehyung quirked a dark eyebrow.

“Oh, no, I’m just, uhm...”

He gestured toward the large red numbers stitched on the front of your baggy top, the one and four much too large to be covered by your arms that flew up to cross over your chest. “He takes forever in the showers,” Taehyung ducked closer, bright puppy eyes swimming in mischief, “He waits on us to leave so he can sing without us taking the piss out of him. But you didn’t hear that from me.”

You smiled in spite of the heat that burst across your cheeks, nodding slightly, attention turned to your toes. “Thanks, Tae,” You took another few advancing steps across the gym floor, glancing at him over your shoulder, “Good game tonight.”

He shot you another beaming thumbs up, smile all geometric edges, “Thank your boyfriend for all those assists. Couldn’t have done it without him.”

Your mouth parted to correct him, for what you weren’t entirely sure, embarrassment burning bright in your entire being, but he was already gone, singing, “Best point guard in the nation! Min Yoongi!” over his shoulder.

You wouldn’t say you disagreed with that.

The twitching urge to check your phone was back and you succumbed to it, switching out of your messages to some mindless social media. Meandering steps carried you across the empty gym floor, flat soles of your tennis shoes echoing dully on the glossed wood. You kept the tiny screen pressed against your nose as you plopped into one of the bench seats, still indented where the opposing team’s coach had sat with his head in his hands. You sighed, hiding your phone once more as you slumped against the cool metal back.

A cart of basketball’s was tucked behind the scorer’s bench, worn and tattered, practice balls wheeled in and out by the manager’s each half. Subconsciously did you lean, pulling one off the end to rest in your lap. You rolled the smooth leather in gentle palms for a few moments, just studying the crisscross of black through burnt orange.

The echo of the first dribble made you wince. When one of the buzzard custodians didn’t rush through the doors to scold you, you dribbled once, twice, three more times. You were standing next, wandering with gentle cups of your palms over the ball. You toed the free throw line, adjusting the ball under your elbow as you took a halfhearted, wimpy stab at shooting the ball. It arched, landing a sad few feet from the metal hoop.

You’d barely collected the ball and lined up again, prepared for a second and more fine tuned attempt, when a pair of arms looped around your hips.

“That was bad,” Yoongi mused, lips brushing against your ear, “Like really bad.”

“I wasn’t trying,” Your response came out more labored than you intended, a result of your heart settling back into it’s place between your ribs rather than in the pit of your stomach.

He hummed, a rumbling sound against your back as his hands traced your waist, sliding across your arms. “Can’t have you missing that bad wearing my number,” Long fingers curled around your elbow, pressing your arm in as his teeth nicked at your throat, “chicken wing.”

“Hey!” You wiggled out of Yoongi’s grip, still wielding the ball at your chest as you turned to glare at him. A black university hoodie hung off his stature, soft white locks disheveled and painted in damp, slightly darker strands. The puffed rise of his cheeks were still dusted in a blotched red, now free of the sweat once clinging to his skin, fishing his lips into a pink petal as he tilted his head at you expectantly.

You stuttered over your urge to step forward and bury your face in his chest, “I’m great at basketball.”

All the air stored in his cheeks left when he laughed, loudly, shoulders shaking and gums displayed. “Ah,” Thin lips tried to roll to suppress anymore laughter but it only made it worse, “Really?”

“Oh?” You side stepped, dancing in a wide circle around him as you wrapped your arms tighter around the ball, “You think this is funny?”

Yoongi snorted, “Yes, because that’s traveling,” He lunged for you when you jogged too close, smile growing again when you shrieked and took off, lengthy strides chasing after your figure, “That’s really bad traveling.”

He caught you directly after you’d tossed a halfhearted lay up to the basket at the other end, tight arms hauling you backward as the ball sailed softly through the net. The ball bounced for a few tired moments, rolling slowly toward half court as Yoongi spun you in a half circle, planting your feet against the chunky block painted at the side of the lane.

“I win,” You told him softly, eyes closing when he nuzzled your cheek with the tip of his nose.

“Because it’s you-” His lips against the corner of your mouth had you squinting at him again, “-I’ll let you think that.”

You shrugged, turning in his arms to give him better access at pecking your mouth. “No, you can have all the glory today, superstar,” You mumbled, heart jumping a half beat ahead when you felt him grin against your skin.

“You’re a bit distracting, you know, showing up unannounced...” Yoongi’s hand grazed up your thigh, collecting the silky bits of his jersey on the back of his knuckles to rest his palm around your bare hip, “...wearing this.”

The smallest part of you panicked, stuttering, “Oh, you mentioned me coming to a game and I just thought-”

He kissed you properly, chaste in slotting your lips together, pulling away to brush the tip of his nose over yours, “Angel, I love that you came,” He grinned, adding, “I think I play better when you’re here, actually.”

You swatted at his chest, nose scrunching, gaze dropping again. “So, you...” You felt silly, like a teenager again, muttering, “You want me to keep coming?”

Yoongi curled his index finger under your chin, nudging your gaze back to him. “Well, all the other guys’ girlfriends come,” He quirked an eyebrow, one side of his lips dimpling into his cheek, “and you’re my girl, right?”

“Y-yes.”

“Then yes, I’d like it very much if you kept coming to my games.”

Your tentative smile grew into something wide, genuine, “Okay.”

Another kiss lingered against your lips as he eventually stepped away, offering his hand palm up to you. “Come on, I’m exhausted and I still have studying to do,” He tugged you forward when you laced your fingers in his, leading you out of the dimming gymnasium.

“Psych?”

He glanced at you from the corner of his eye, squeezing your hand as he waved off the custodians, ones that perked up as though you hadn’t been holding up their cleaning for nearly a half hour, fawning and congratulating him on a great game as he shouldered through the door to the outside, pulling you after him.

“Yeah, psych,” Yoongi urged you closer, thumb tracing over the ridges in your knuckles, “Will you...will you help me?”

You sidestepped just enough to bump your hip against his, nearly knocking him off the sidewalk.

“Of course. I’m your girl.”

#min yoongi #bts #bts reactions #bts scenarios #yoongi scenario #yoongi scenarios #min yoongi scenario #bts imagine #yoongi imagine #min yoongi imagine #yoongi x reader #bts x reader #this is so cheesy and self indulgent and im not even mad about it for once #selcaboysmain

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nataliedanovelist · 4 years

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GF - Warming Comforts

For @lemonfodrizzlecake

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The freezing water splashed against the sturdy boat, creating a beautiful song of the sea. It was pitch black outside, though only four in the afternoon, but with it being winter on the Arctic Ocean, sunlight was a rare treat. In fact, Ford had calculated that they would not see any sunshine until the last day of February unless they traveled south.

While it was true that he was more sensitive to the cold and always wore several thick layers to contain more body heat (why else would he wear a turtleneck and trenchcoat in the middle of summer), there was something awakening about the bitter icy atmosphere, how it made his every breath visible, how it pricked his cheeks and nose, turning them red, how if wind cursed them it would send shivers down his spine and ruffle his charcoal-gray fluff for hair.

Ford smiled and peered through his telescope again, the night sky being cloudless and perfect for star mapping. While he appreciated and missed the Northern Lights, it was difficult to study the representatives of Abraham’s descendants with so much commotion in the air, so the aged scientist took advantage of the quiet inky black sky and used his lantern to make a map of the stars, a fun activity that Ford was sure the children would want to see when he was finished. He pulled himself away from the telescope and began to make some marks on the dark-blue paper on the railing.

“BOO!”

“GAH!”

Ford jumped from fear at the sudden noise and misplaced his footing on the slippery dock. With one hand stupidly on his hip for a weapon due to reflexes, his body was too busy panicking to keep him from toppling off the boat and down into the sea. He heard that voice yell again - but this time in pure fear rather than trying to put fear into someone else - just before he splashed into the freezing water.

Every nerve in his body screamed in agony, lost of all his hands and face. His torso, protective with an undershirt, two sweaters that Mabel had made for him, and a thick blue hoodie, were still somewhat warm, but it wouldn’t be long until the water would seep through and freeze his chest and stomach, but right now his legs and arms were in quite a bit of pain. Ford wanted to gasp in shock, but he was quick to realize that would mean breathing in sea water, so he focused his pain into moving upward and soon he broke the surface and coughed as he wiped his face dry of beads of water behind his glasses.

“STANFORD! Stanford, I’m sorry, are you okay?!”

“Stanley, I’m fine.” Ford chuckled; he was initially extremely irritated but the way his twin was freaking out and was completely resentful for a small prank gone wrong made up for it. Really, he was just cold. No permanent harm done. “Just throw down the rope, will you please?”

“Yeah, yeah, sure.” Stan sounded like he was calming down, but Ford wouldn’t be surprised if he was shaking as much as he was right now.

Stan, meanwhile, was scrambling for the rope and working to throw it down so his brother could climb back up. Trust him to only intent to make his brother jump and prove a point that his tunnel vision when working is really that bad, only to plunge the brainiac into the Arctic Ocean. He could still fix this; once Ford is safe he can change into dry clothes and sit by the wood-burning stove with a cup of coffee, the heating pad, and some blankets. Hey, at least it was a legitimate excuse not to push himself so hard.

The youngest of the two by fifteen minutes tossed down one half of the rope and held on tight, brazing himself for the sudden weight to cling on. “Here you go, Sixer.” A few seconds passed and no response came. No call, no tug on the rope, not even a splash to clue Stan in that his brother was even trying to grab the rope. “Ford, you okay?”

Well, no, he wasn’t okay, he was freezing cold, but he would be soon. Worried the nerd was way too cold to speak or move, Stan picked up the lantern and shined it down to see the ocean that surrounded them. His heart plunged into his stomach when he didn’t see Ford in the water. All that was visible to his eyes were some icebergs that decorated the sea. “Stanford! Talk to me!” Stan demanded.

Ford might be a jerk, but not this big of a jerk. Stan quickly shed his beanie and long coat (he needed something dry to wrap his brother in when they came back), then he tied the rope to the dock, letting it trail down into the sea, and he grabbed a flashlight from out of his coat. No sense in jumping into the ocean if he couldn’t see. All within five seconds of realizing his twin was nowhere to be seen, Stan dived into the ocean.

He ignored the way he nerves howled in agony and shined the flashlight every which way underwater to find Ford. He squinted at a dark shape and swam towards it, a little too far away to see, but then as the light shined on scaly skin Stan got a glimpse of what he was up against and it took everything not to waste his breath growling. Speaking breath, he was running out of it. He swam up to the surface, directly below his enemy to recharge his batteries to fight the best he could, then he dove again, this time more determined than ever to not break the surface again if his twin wasn’t doing so with him.

Ford’s neck and limbs were bound in the tentacles of a giant squid. Unless Stan was mistaken, this was the same giant squid that greeted them as dinner when they first began their journey. Didn’t this gross unwrapped sushi have anything better to do than stock them like a big crazy fangirl? Stan dove down as the monster hissed angrily at the intruder. Ford was still struggling, but he was slowing down and his eyes were shut.

Stan pulled out his pocket knife and slashed a tentacle and tried to free his brother. The squid squealed in pain and let Ford go, who was weak and limp from the lack of warmth and oxygen. Quickly delivering a left hook to the squid’s big eye, Stan wrapped one of Ford’s arms around his neck and swam upward as fast as he could.

The moment they broke the surface they both gasped and coughed furiously. Stan used all of his strength to hoist Ford towards the rope, who grasped it and began to climb with Stan’s help. Thankfully they both managed to climb up onto the boat, soaking wet and horribly cold as a gust of wind blew by, but they were alive. That was the important thing.

On his hands and knees, Stan grabbed his coat and helped the quivering Ford out of his dripping wet blue hoodie and into the dry coat. “C’mon, Sixer, let’s get you warm.”

Hazed and weaker than he would like to be, Ford mindlessly nodded and let his brother take charge. Stan was put on protective auto-pilot, and despite being cold and weak he did not rest as he walked them both inside the small cabin of the boat and helped his brother get well.

The wood-burning stove cracked with fire in the corner in the kitchen, the couch right by it for cozy relaxation. Stan made his brother stand next to it and he quickly threw in three more planks of wood into the fire to make it hotter and fueled for a long time. Stan then fished out Ford’s thickest pair of yellow-plaid pajamas and fuzzy knitted socks (Mabel never rests) and made Ford change while Stan turned on the heating pad and decided that now was as good a time as any for dinner. Rather than coffee, Stan stood only a few feet away from his twin as he fixed some tomato soup and dug out some bread and made grilled cheeses to go with it, keeping an eye on Ford’s skin and how it was slowly not looking as pale as it did.

Ford sat on the couch as his mind was slowly coming back to himself. It then suddenly came to him in an instant that Stan was still wet and freezing, risking a cold if he didn’t change quickly. “Stanley, you knucklehead!” He scolded and jumped up from the couch, leaving the damp coat on the floor. He marched over and swiped the wooden spoon from Stan’s hand and pointed to the doorway leading downstairs for the bedroom. “Go change! You’ll catch your death in this cold.”

Stan snorted and rolled his eyes with a smile. “Whatever, I’m fine, I wasn’t in there as long as you.”

“I don’t care, go change!”

“Alright, Ma.” Stan punched his shoulder lightly as he walked off to change. While the warmth of the hot stove as he cooked did help, he couldn’t deny how much better he would feel to be in cozy pajamas rather than freezing wet clothes.

Soon in Mabel’s pink goodbye sweater (it’s cold, he has to) and dark-gray sweatpants with socks and slippers. Ford turned off the stove and poured the tomato soup into two mugs and had the sandwiches on plates. He nodded to the couch by the fire and instructed firmly, “Sit.”

Stan shrugged and did as he was told as he swiped the fuzzy hand-knitted blanket off the back of the couch and draped it over his lap. Once again Ms. Mabel Pines was responsible for something cozy and warm in the Stan O’ War II. It had come in the mail around the holidays, a thick blue and green blanket that looked like it had been knitted with expensive wool. It was a huge blanket that could easily cover three grown men and Stan honestly thought it was his grandniece’s best work thus far.

He chuckled and shook his head as Ford joined him by his side. “Does Mabel ever just relax? You know, sit around and do nothing like a kid should?”

“It runs in the family.” He quipped and let Stan throw the blanket over his lap as he handed him his mug of soup and placed the plates on their laps. Stan smiled at Ford, hoping for one in return, but he was startled to find a scowl on his brother’s face. “Now as for you, what on Earth were you thinking?!” He scolded.

Stan pinched the bridge of his nose and winced. “I know I know, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

“Completely irresponsible! Totally reckless! What am I supposed to do to myself if you had gotten hurt, Stanley!? Yes, I know how strong you are and you can handle a monster or two, but really!”

His parental scolding continued for a few minutes while Stan smiled at himself and sipped his soup. This wasn’t the first time Ford had taken this approach to being “angry” at Stan for saving his life or doing something even slightly dangerous. They were sailing in the middle of the Arctic Ocean for Mose’s sake, of course it’s going to be dangerous, that’s what makes it exciting, but that never stopped Ford from lecturing him every time his neck was at risk for Ford’s behalf. Stan had learned to just let Ford rant and go with it until he had a chance to remind him that if the tables would turn Ford would be just as stupid, and then all that would leave Ford to do is mumbled how Stan is a better man than him and needs to continually prove him right.

By the time Stan was quietly munching on his grilled cheese, Ford was catching his breath, and Stan said collectively, “Yeah, yeah, I hear you, Sixer, just relax, okay? On second thought, don’t, cuz all that energy is warming you up.”

His red cheeks, Ford rolled his eyes and mumbled something in his mug that Stan only picked up because he had heard Ford say it countless times. “Don’t make me lose you again, Stanley.”

Stan snorted and rested his head on his brother’s shoulder to help keep him warm. “Never gonna happen. You’re stuck with me forever, Poindexter.”

“Good.”

#GF #gravity falls #i think i forgot how to title #oh well #requests #fanfiction #ford pines #stan pines #sea grunks

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aliferous-ly · 6 years

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ya girl back at it again with the headcanon splat of ideas, splabbles if you will

(drabbles, splat, sprabbles, yes? no? i’ll see myself out)

FARMER BOY VIRGIL

yknow analogical is just so good so why not duderinos lez go

yes yes this is strange but hear me out

virgil lives on a farm with his grandparents and two cousins

u guys are v creative im sure you could come up with wonderful people to be them, shorts characters or cartoon therapy characters or ocs

he likes gardening mostly while his cousins take care of animals n stuff

but he does have a pet goat named Anx who he loves dearly, he would die for her tbh

side note on Anx she was a v nervous lil kid and he was the only one who managed to calm her down

she liked the smell of his big hoodie and his hands smell like plants

she lets other people milk her but she heavily heavily prefers virgil, and gets stressed when she doesnt see him for a day or two

he’s 100% ok with this

AGAIN MORE UNDER THE CUT I JUST KNOW ITS GONNA GET LONG

they go to a farmer’s market every saturday morning, it’s 9am to 2pm

they sell fruits from their orchard and veggies from the garden

originally virgil didn’t go at all, he stayed back to ‘watch the farm’ but he really just. freaked out a lot about dealing with people

his gparents understood and so did his cousins, plus then his cousins get more pocket change lollll

(they give virgil some because virgil ~basically~ grew all the veggies and some fruits /raspberries mostly/)

eventually virgil goes, one of his cousins convince him bcuz this one stand has honeycomb and he’s literally obsessed with honey and bees, forever sad their farm doesnt have any (one of his cousins are deeply afraid of bees + allergic, and virgil would never get bees w them so scared)

anyway he goes to the farmers market and mostly sits behind their stand in the back

at one point he works up the courage to go to the honey stand which is like. right next stand

there’s so much honey

so much

they’re all different colors and have different flower labels on them , and there are even some books people can look through, and a tiny brochure almost that has lil facts on bees

he’s in awe he just loves it all so much

anyway he clears his throat and buys some honeycomb from the man behind the counter, who has glasses and a tie and a lil nametag that says “Logan”

Virgil goes back to his stand even though he wants to stay there so bad and read about BEES

he loves BEES

~ fast forward to the next week ~

he goes and its wonderful he buys some acacia honey

to go with his tea

he loves tea

the dude selling it is different tho, he’s wearing sunglasses and a flannel shirt rolled up to the elbows, unbuttoned with a white undershirt virgil’s bidar (get it bisexual gaydar) starts going off

dude has a nametag “Remy” which sounds p cool to virgil’s deviantart oc ears

anyway he slinks back to his fam’s stand

and they teach him how to sell and he realizes it’s . pretty easy, people buying fresh veggies in a farmer’s market are usually not Super Angry

two boys walk by, one wearing a wicked t-shirt and the other with a black t-shirt and a tie

“how much would you give me if I ate a raw radish” wicked t-shirt boy says

“fifty cents” tie boy replies

“that’s it? the radish costs more than that!”

“I’ll buy the radish then”

he buys the radish and virgil links tie boy to bee boy and blurts out “hey, i know you!”

logan blinks at him. “yes i work at the bee stand. this is roman, sometimes he works at the gelato stand.”

logan gives the raw radish to roman and he just. chomp

he spits it out like five seconds later and virgil can’t help laughing, esp because logan’s face is so smug

“fifty cents lost. what a waste”

“stfu”

virgil thinks this is hilarious

~ fast forward again yey ~

time passes and virgil hangs out w bee man logan bcuz logan figured out virgil’s obsession with bees are like his so they just. geek out. over bees

i love them

roman works at the gelato stand sometimes because his sisters and mom usually are there, but when he does work there he sometimes drags his friend patton along and they work together

virgil had never had gelato before . roman and patton think this is a True Crime,

logan finds out about how virgil wants to take care of bees or see them or literally . something. he’s starved. but he cant because of his cousin

so logan invites virgil to his house. he and his brother remy work the stand , his parents were involved in the start but now they just let their boys do their thing

they live somewhat in the country? but not on a farm just a house with. a lot of land

logan has a whole system down and virgil is so fascinated with it and

i cant believe they fall in love over bees

so many honey puns too bad i suck at puns

someone hmu with a good punny name for this bee au

roman, remy, patton, virgil’s two cousins, and virgil’s grandma all have a betting pool over when they’re getting together. roman and remy have the biggest money in the pot, followed closely by virgil’s gma

break to breath omfg so many bulletmarks

ok we resume

logan visits virgil one day and virgil’s grandma gives them a cherry pie and tells em to enjoy it in virgil’s tree house thing

it’s like a platform in the trees p much, with branches surrounding it

virgil keeps honey up there because he doesnt want his fam to steal it from him

but he doesnt remember having spoons

theyre chilling in the tree house, eating cherry pie with spoons directly from the pie tin, being eternal icons

logan picks up one of the honey jars and it’s his honey

virgil mumbles something about how much he loves lavender honey, and logan always has some of it

logan flushes and says that he keeps one hidden until virgil comes over to his stand, so virgil always had one to buy. if he didnt buy it logan would sneak it back under the counter for next week

now they’re both blushing messes

virgil looks at his spoon, and at the honey, and just. snatch

and he gets a spoonful of honey, not too full so he doesnt accidentally spill because his hands are shaking so bad, and he holds it out to logan, feeling like his heart is about to burst

virgil and logan feel a charge in the air and virgil is so so nervous

logan slowly. slowly leans forward wraps his mouth around the spoonful of honey, pulling away just as gradually

logan feels like he’s going to explode

anyway after logan did That virgil just . squeaked and covered his face with his hands and scarf

(side headcanon when its not cold enough for sweatshirts he has some cloth to cover his face if he gets embarrassed, because just hands feels too oily for him)

their faces are so red

they leave the treehouse hand in hand and the betting pool is OVER !! they finally did it!!! they got together!!!!!

(virgil’s gma wins the pool)

(they think she planned it out but they have no proof)

(she did)

(100%)

anyway honeybee gays is slaying me in this chillis tonight join me in this pit

MINI BONUS ROYALITY BCUZ THIS IS SO LONG ALREADY

roman’s family makes the gelato themselves

mostly

patton loves giving random flavor suggestions

before they got together there was so much pining, so many pet names but “it’s just platonic!! :’)”

after they got together there’s so many gelato dates

many many pet names , they see who can come up with the most sugary

logan and virgil die basically when they’re around them/go on double dates

relationship competitions , ie who can win at chicken at the pool

all of roman’s sisters love patton so much

(there’s three of them but one of them has a v serious gf so roman counts her as the fourth)

super cute

#relationshipgoals

#this is so long omg im sorry #bee au #analogical #ts headcanons #sanders sides #logan sanders #virgil sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #remy sanders #bees #gelato #food mention #splabbles #family #so much fambly

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